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That we, the sons of brave Plantagenet,
Muster'd my soldiers, gather'd flocks of friends,
And very well appointed, as I thought,
For by my scouts I was advertised,
To dash our late decree in parliament,
Short tale to make, -we at St. Albans met,
Our battles join'd, and both sides fiercely fought :
Mess. Ah, one that was a woful looker on, That robb'd my soldiers of their hated spleen ; When as the noble duke of York was slain,
Or whether twas report of her success; Your princely father, and my loving lord.
Or more than coinmon fear of Clifford's rigour, Edw. O, speak no more! for I have heard too Who thunders to his captives-blood and death, much.
I cannot judge: but, to conclude with truth,
Our soldiers-like the night-owl's lazy flight,
I cheer'd them up with justice of our cause,
And we, in them, no hope to win the day, But only slaughter'd by the ireful arm
So that we fled ; the king, unto the queen; or unrelenting Clifford, and the queen :
Lord George your brother, Norfolk, and myself,
Edw. Where is the duke of Norfolk, gentle War.
wick ? And, after many scorns, many foul taunts,
And when came George from Burgundy to England ? They took his head, and on the gates of York
War. Some six miles off the duke is with the They set the sanie; and there it doth remain,
soldiers ; The saddest spectacle that e'er I view'd.
And for your brother,-he was lately sent
Rich. 'Twas odds, belike, when valiant Warwick
fled : And treacherously hast thou vanquish'd him, Oft have I heard his praises in pursuit, For, hand to hand, he would have vanquish'd But ne'er till now, his scandal of retire. thee!
War. Nor now my scandal, Richard, dost thou Now my soul's palace is become a prison :
hear; Ah, would she break from hence that this my body For thou shalt know, this strong right hand of mine Might in the ground be closed up in rest :
Can pluck the diadem from faint Henry's head, For never henceforth shall I joy again,
And wring the awful sceptre from his tist;
Were he as famous and as bold in war,
But, in this troublous time, what's to be done? And burn me up with fames, that tears would | Shall we go throw away our coats of steel, quench.
And wrap our bodies in black mourning gowns, To weep, is to make less the depth of grief:
Numb'ring our Ave-Maries with our beads ? Tears, then, for babes ; blows, and revenge, for Or shall we on the helmets of our foes mel
Tell our devotion with revengeful arms!
War. Why, therefore Warwick came to seek you
And therefore comes my brother Montague. His dukedom and his chair with me is left. Attend me, lords. The proud insulting queen,
Rich. Nay, if thou be that princely eagle's bird, With Clifford, and the haught* Northumberland, Shew thy descent by gazing 'gainst the sun ; And of their feather, many more proud birds, For chair and dukedom, throne and kingdom say; Have wrought the easy melting king, like wax. Either that is thine, or else thou wert not his. He swore consent to your succession,
His oath enrolled in the parliament;
And now to London all the crew are gone,
To frustrate both his oath, and what beside
Their power, I think, is thirty thousand strong :
Why, Via! To London will we march amain;
And once again bestride our foaming steeds,
Rich. Ay, now, methinks, I hear great Warwick
Edu. Lord Warwick, on thy shoulder will I lean;
Must Edward fall, which peril heaven forefendí
The next degree is, England's royal throne :
For king of England shalt thou be proclaim'd l'nsheath your sword, and dub hiin presently,
Edward, kneel down.
K. Hen. Edward Plantagenet, arise a knight;
And learn this lesson,-Draw thy sword in right.
I'll draw it as apparent to the crown,
And in that quarrel use it to the death.
Enter a MESSENGER.
Mess. Royal commanders, be in readiness;
Comes Warwick, backing of the duke of York;
And, in the towns as they do march along,
Proclaims him king, and many fly to bim :
Darraign your battle for they are at hand.
field ; The queen is coming with a puissant lost;
The queen hath best success when you are absent. And craves your company for speedy counsel. Q. Mar. Ay, good, my lord, and leave us to our War. Why then it sorts, brave warriors :- Let's
(Exeunt. K. Hen. Why, that's my fortune too; therefore SCENE II.-Before York.
North. Be it with resolution then to fight.
Prince. My royal father, cheer these noble lords,
of WALES, CLIPFord, and NORTA UM BERLAND, Unsheath your sword, good father; cry St. George!
March.--Enter Edward, GEORGE, RICHARD, WAR of York.
WICK, NORFOLK, MONTAGUE, and Soldiers. Yonder's the head of that arch-enemy,
Edw. Now, perjured Henry! Wilt thou kneel for
their wreck ;-
Q. Mar. Go rate thy minions, proud insulting boy!
Becomes it thee to be thus bold in terms,
Edw. I am his king, and he should bow his knee;
Since when, his oath is broke; for, as I hear,
You-that are king, though he do wear the crown-
To blot out me, and put his own son in.
Rich. Are you there, butcher 1-0, I cannot speak.
Rich. 'Twas you, that kill'd young Rutland, was
it not? He, but a duke, would have his son a king,
Clif. Ay, and old York, and yet not satisfied. And raise his issue, like a loving sire;
Rich. For God's sake, 'lords, give signal to the Thou, being a king, blessed with a goodly son,
fight. Didst yield consent to disinherit him,
War. What say'st thou, Henry, wilt thon yield Which argued thee a most unloving father.
the crown? Unreasonable creatures feed their young:
Q. Mar. Why, how now, long-tongued Warwick!
Dare you speak?
When you and I niet at St. Albans last,
North. No, nor your manhood, that durst make Should lose his birthright by his father's fault?
Rich. Northumberland, I hold thee reverently!
The execution of my big-swollen heart
(lif. I slew thy father: call'st thou him a child? Successful fortune, steel thy melung heart,
Rich. Ay, like a dastard, and a treacherons com To hold thine own, and leave thine own with him.
ard, K. Hen. Full well hath Clifford play'd the orator, As thou didst kill our tender brother Rutland :Inferring arguments of mighty force.
But, ere sun-set, I'll make thee curse the deed. But, Clifford, tell me, didst thou never hear,- K. Hen. Have done with words, my lords, and That things ill got had ever bad success ?
hear me speak. And happy always was it for that son,
Q. Mar. Defy them then, or else hold close thiy Whose father for his hoarding went to hell ?
K. Hen. I priythee, give no limits to my tongue;
Clif: My liege, he wound, that bred this meeting
Cannot be cured hy words; therefore be still.
Edu. Say, Henry, shall I have my right, or no
A thousand 'men bave broke their fasts co-day,
That pe'er shall dine, unless thou yield the cio. • Why then things are as they should be. • Foolishly
• It is my firin persuasion.
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in mr bead: tune of tue Deit!
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, and thrasto) yet! 12, and he should buwist
his content: ath is brise; for, as! her %, though he do vear the .. by bex aet ut parlmente ind put his own son in n 1:10; ceed the father, but the 1 there, butcher ! -0,1629311 A backbere I stand, to 25% prosdest of thy sort you, that kiild young Astana od old York, and vet med person God's sake, lords, gre sarta?
thou deny, their blood upon thy head; | And, in the very pangs of death, he cried, -
Like to a dismal clangor heard from far,
So underneath the belly of their steeds,
That stam'd their fetlocks in his smoking blood,
War. Then let the earth be drunken with our
I'll kill my horse, because I will not fly.
Why stand we like sott-hearted women here,
Wailing our losses, whiles the foe doth rage ;
And look upon", as if the tragedy.
Were play'd in jest by counterfeiting actors?
Here on my knee 1 vow to God above,
I'll never pause again, never stand still,
Till either death bath closed these eyes of mine,
Or fortune given me measure of revenge.
Edw. O Warwick, I do bend my knee with thine;
And, in this vow, do chain miy soul to thine.-
And ere my knee rise from the earth's cold face,
I throw my hands, inine eyes, my heart to thee,
Thou setter up and plucker down of kings!
Beseeching thee,mii with thy will it stands,
That to my toes this body must be prey ,-
Yet that thy brazen gates of heaven may ope,
And give sweet passage to my sinful soul!-
Where'er it be, in heaven, or on earth.
Rich. Brother, give me thy hand;-and gentle
Let me embrace thee in my weary arms :
That winter should cut off our spring-time so.
Wur. Away, away! Once more, sweet lords,
Geo. Yet let us all together to our troops,
And give them leave to fly that will not stay;
And call them pillars, that will stand to us ;
And, if we thrive, promise them such rewards
As victors wear at the Olympian games :
This may plant courage in their quailing + breasts;
For yet is hope of life, and victory.-
SCENE IV.-The same.- Another Part of the Field.
Excursions.- Enter RICHARD and ClipFORD.
Rich. Now, Clifford, I have singled thee alone :
And this for Rutland ; both bound to revenge,
Wert thou environ'd with a brazen wall.
Clif. Now, Richard, I am with thee here alone :
(Eseunit. And this the hand, that slew thy brother Rutland : SCENE III.-A Field of Battle between Touton
And here's the heart, that triumphs in their death, at say'st thou, Henry, with and Sarton in Yorkshire.
Ar.d cheers these hands that slew thy sire and
To execute the like upon thyself;
And so, have at thee.
'[They fight-Warwick enters ; Clifford flies.
Rich. Nay, Warwick, single out some other chace;
For I myself will hunt this wolf to death. (Exeunt.
SCENE V.-Another part of the Field.
Alarum.-Enter King HENRY.
K. Hen. This battle fares like to the morning's
war, For this world frowns, and Edward's sun is clouded.
When dying clouds contend with growing light; off the parle, for scarcel care War. How now, my lord? What hap? What hope Can neither call it perfect day, or night.
What time ihe shepherd, blowing of his nails,
Now sways it this way, like a mighty sea,
Forced by the tide to combat with the wind ; for Ar, like & dastard, and a true
Geo. Our hap is loss, our hope but sad despair;
Now sways it that way, like the self-same sea
Forced to retire by fury of the wind :
Sometime, the flood prevails; and then, the wind; lou didat kill our tender brother Page
And weak we are, and cannot shun pursuit.
Now, one the better; then, another best;
Yet neither conqueror, nor conquered :
So is the equal poise of the fell war.
Here on this molehill will I sit me down.
To whom God will, there be the victory !
For Margaret, my queen, and Clifford ioo,
Have chid me from the battle; swearing both, Clil. V lirge, 'be wound, that are
'Would I were dead ! if God's good will were so :
For what is in this world, but grief and woe?
O God ! methinks, it were a happy life,
. And are mere spectators.
I i.e. A cuckold.
+ Sinking into dejection. A thon and men have broke ther in
1 To fore-slow is to be dilatory, to loiter. Tliat pe'er shall die, un'ala *** . i. Arranse I nur hoc, pot no
(round Why, how now, long-tonguedir re you «p alt and I niet at St. Albans lac,
hen 'twas in« tam totius peres u said so much temte and 14:*
Northumberland, I hold the permettent
con of my bloer beat That Chifford, that cruel celler
ere sunsel, I'll make thee Cooper
im akup, and prileged in des
To be no better than a homely swain;
Take on with me, and ne'er be satisfied !
Fath. How will my wife, for slaughter of my son,
Shed seas of tears, and ne'er be satisfied ! Thereby to see the minutes how they run:
K. Hen. How will the country, for these woeful How many make the hour full complete,
Misthink the king, and not be satisfied !
Son. Was ever son, so rued a father's death?
Fath. Was ever father, so temoan'd a son ? When thuis is known, then to divide the times : K. Hen. Was ever king, so grieved for subjects' Su many hours must I tend my fock;
voe? So many hours must I take my rest;
Much is your sorrow ; mine, ten times so much. So many hours must I conteniplate;
So . l'il bear thee hence, where I may weep my So many hours must I sport mysell;
(Ex it with the Boti. So many days my ewes have been with young; Fath. These arnis of mine shall be thy winding. So many weeks ere the poor fools will ytan;
sheet; So many years ere I shall sheer the fleece:
My heart, sweet boy, shall be thy sepulchre; So minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, and years, For from my heart thine image ne'er shall go. Pass'd over to the end they were created,
My sighing breast shall be thy funeral bell;
And so obsequious will thy father be,
l'll bear thee bence; and let them fight that will, Than doth a rich embroider'd canopy
For I have murder'd where I should not kill. To kings, that tear their subjects' treachery?
(Exit with the Body. 0, yes, it doth; a thousand told it doth.
K. Hen. Sad-hearted men, much overgone with
Alarums : Excursions.- Enter Queen MARGARET,
Prince of Wales, and EXETER. His vianda sparkling in a golden cup,
Prince. Fly, father, fly! for all your friends are His body couched in a curious bed,
fled, When care, mistrust, and treason wait on him.
And Warwick rages like a chafed bull: Alarum.—Enter a Son that has killed his father, Away! for death doth bold us in pursuit. dragging in the dead Body.
Q. Mar. Mount you, my lord, towards Berwick
post amain ;
Or else come after, I'll awas before.
Whither the queen intends. Forward ; away!
(Excunt. Pardon me, God, I knew not what I did !
SCENE VI.-The same.
A loud Alarum.-- Enter CLIFFORD, wounded.
K. Hen. O piteous spectacle! O bloody times ! Which, while it lasted, gave king Henry light. Whilst lions war, and battle for their dens,
0, Lancaster! I fear thy overthrow, Poor harmless lambs abide their enmity:
More than my body's parting with my soul. Weep, wretched man, I ll aid thee tear for tear; My love, and fear, glew'd many friends to thee; And let our hearts, and eyes, like civil war, And, now I fall, thy tough commixtures melt. Be blind with tears, and break o'ercharged with Impairing Henry, strength'ning mis-proud York, grief.
The common people swarm like summer fies:
And whither ty the gnats, but to the sun Enter a Father who has killed his Son, with the And who slunes now, but Henry's enemies! Body in his Arms.
O Phæbus! hadst thou never given consent
That Phaeton should check thy tiery steeds, Fath. Thou that so sloutly had resisted me,
Thy burning car never had scorch'd the earth : Give me thy gold, if thou hast any gold ;
And, Henry, hadst thou sway'd as kings should do,
Or as thy father, and his fainer, did,
Giving no ground unto the house of York,
They never then had sprung like summer fijes;
I, and ten thousand in this luckless realm,
And thou this day hadst kept thy chair in peace.
For what doch cherish weeds, buit gentle air! 0, pity, God, this miserable age!
And what make robbers bold, but too ninch lenity! What stratagems, how fell, how butcherly,
Bootless are plaints, and cureless are my wounds; Erroneous, mutinous, and unnatural,
No way to fly, nor strength to hold ont flight:
The foe is merciless, and will not pity.
For, at their hands, I have deserved 'no pity ;
The air hath got into my deadly wounds,
And much effuse of blood doch make nie faint:-
Come, York, and Richard, Warwick and the rest; O pity, pity, gentle bienven, pity ;-.
I stabb'd your fathers' bosoms, split my breast. Tht red rose and the white are on his face,
(He saints The tatal colours of our striving houses :
Alarum and Retreat.- Enter EDWARD, GEORGE,
RICHARD, MONTAGUR, WARWICK, and Solvier's.
Edw. Now breathe we, lords; good fortune bids If you contend, a thousand lives upust wither.
us pause, son. How will my mother, for a father's death,
And smooth the frowns of war with peaceful looks.
Some troops pursue the bloody-minded queen ;• This word here means dreadful events
• Think unfavourably of.
That led calm Henry, though he were a king,
SCENE 1.-A Chace in the North of England.
War. No, 'tis impossible he should escape : Enter Two KEEPERS, with Cross-bows in their
Calling the principal of all the deer.
1 Keep. That cannot be ; the noise of thy cross-bow
Here stand we both, and aim we at the best :
In this self-place where now we mean to stand.
2 Keep. Here comes a man, let's stay till he be past Prom whence that tender spray did sweetly spring, I mean our princely father, duke of York. Enter King HENRY, disguised, with a Prayer-book. War. From off the gates of York fetch down the head,
K. Hen. From Scotland am I stolen, even of pure Your father's head, which Clifford placed there :
love, Instead whereof, let this supply the room; To greet mine own land with my wishful sight. Measure for measure must be answered.
No, Harry, Harry, 'tis no land of thine ;
Thy balm wash'd off, wherewith thou wast anointed :
No, not a man comes for redress of thee;
I Keep. Ay, here's a deer whose skin's a keeper's Speak, Clifford, dost thou know who speaks to
fee : thee
This is the quondam king: let's seize upon him. Dark cloudy death o'ershades his beams of life,
K. Hen. Let me einbrace these our adversities; And he nor sees, nor hears us what we say,
For wise men say, it is the wisest course. Rich. 0, 'would he did! And so, perhaps, he doth; 2 Keep. Why linger we? Let us lay hands upon him. 'Tis but his policy to counterfeit,
I Keip. Farbear awhile; we'll hear a liuie more. Because he would avoid such bitter taunts
K. Hen. My queen, and son, are gone to France Which in the time of death he gave our father.
for aid ;
Is thither gone, to crave the French king's sister
To wite for Edward : if this news be true,
For Warwick is a subile orator, Geo. While we devise fell tortures for thy faults.
And Lewis a prince soon won with moving words. Rich. Thou didst love York, and I am son io York. By this account, then Margaret may win him; Extw. Thou pitied'st Rutland, I will pity thee.
For she's a woman to be pilied much : Geo. Where's captain Margaret to fence you now?
Her sighs will make a battery in bus breast; Wur. They mock thee, Clifford ! Swear as thou Her teals will pierce into a marble heart; wast wont.
The liger will be mild, while she doth mourn; Rich. What, not an oath Nay, then the world And Nero will be lainte d with remorse, goes hard,
To hear, and see, her plaints, her brinish tears. When Clifford cannot spare his friends an oath :- Ay, but she's coine to beg; Warwick, to give: I know by that, he's dead; and, by my soul, She, on his left side, craving aid for Henry; If this right hand would buy two hours' life, He, on his right, asking a wife for Edward. That I in all despite might rail at him,
She weeps and says-her Henry is deposed ; This hand should chop it off; and with the issuing He smiles, and says-his Edward is install’d; blood
That she, poor wretch, for griet can speak no more : Stifle the villain, whose unstaunched thirst
Whiles Warwick teils his lille, smooths the wrong, York and young Rutland could
Interreth arguments of mighty strength ;
With promise of his sister, and what else,
O Margaret, thus 'twill be; and thun, poor soul,
Art then forsaken, as thou went'st forlorn.
born to : The scatter'd foe, that hopes to rise again;
A man at least, for less I should not be ;
K. Hen. Why, so I am, in mind; and that's
2 Keep. Bat, if thou be a king, where is thy Edw. Even as thou wilt, sweet Warwick, let it be:
crown? For on thy shoulder do I build my seat;
K. Hen. My crown is in my heart, not on my
2 Keep. Well, if you be a king crown'd with Rich. Let me be duke of Clarence, George of
Your crown content, and you, must be contented For Gloster's dukedom is too ominous.
To go along with us: for, as we think,
You are the king, king Edward hath deposed;
• Thicket. A plain extended between woods,