« 上一頁繼續 »
Suggest but truth to my divining thoughts, l.Ind shut the gates for safety of ourselves;
| K. Edw. But, master mayor, if Henry be your His head by nature fram’d to wear a crown, Yet Edward, at the least, is duke of York. His hand to wield a sceptre; and himself
Mayor. True, my good lord; I know you for Likely, in time, to bless a rega} throne.
no less. Make much of him, my bords; for this is be, 1 K. Edw. Why, and I challenge nothing but my Must help you more than you are hurt by me.
dukedom; Enter a Post.
As being well content with that alone. War. What news, my friend?
110 Glo. But, when the fox has once got in his nose, Post. That Edward is escaped from your brother, He'll soon find means to make the body follow. And fled, as he hears since, to Burgundy.
[Aside. War.Unsavoury news: But how made he escape: Hast. Why, master mayor, why stand you in Post.He was convey’dby RicharddukeofGloster,
a doubt? And the lord Hastings, who attended him 115 Open the gates, we are king Henry's friends. In secret ambush on the forest side,
Mayor. Ay, say you so? the gates shall then And from the bishop's huntsmen rescued him ;
[He di scends. For hunting was his daily exercise.
| Glo. A wise stout captain, and persuaded soon! War.My brotherwas too careless of his charge. Hast. The good old man would fain that all But let us hence, my sovereign, to provide 201 were well, A salve for any sore that may betide. [Ereun!. So 'twere not ’long of him: but, being eater'd,
Manent Somerset, Richmond, and Oxford. I doubt not, I, but we shall soon persuade Som. My lord, I like not this flight of Ed- Both him, and all his brothers, unto reason. ward's:
| Re-enter the Mayor and trco Aldermen, below. For, doubtless, Burgundy will yield hiin help: 254 K. Edz. So, master mayor: these gates must And we shall have more wars, before 't be long.
not be shut, As Henry's late presaging prophecy [mond ; But in the night, or in the time of war. Did glad my heart, with hope of this young Rich- What! fear not, man, but yield me up the keys; So doth my heart misgive me, in these conflicts
Takes his keys. What may befall him, to his harm, and ours: C30 For Edward will defend the town, and thec, Therefore, lord Oxford, to prevent the worst, and all those friends that deign to follow me. Forthwith we'll send him hence to Britany, Nlurch. Enter Montgomery, with a Drum and 'Till storms be past of civil enmity.
Soldiers. Orf. Ay: for, if Edward re-possess the crown, Glo. Brother, this is Sir John Montgomery, 'Tislike, that Richmond with the rest shall down. 3; Our trusty friend, unless I be deceiv'd. [in arms? Som. It shall be so; he shall to Britany.
K.Edz. Welcome, Sir Jolin! But why come you Come, therefore, let's about it specdily. (Excunt. | Montg. To help king Edwardin his time of storm, SCENE VII.
As every loyal subject ought to do. [now forget York.
IK. Edw. Thanks, good Montgomery: But we Enter King Edward, Gloster, Hastings,and Soldiers. 40 Our title to the crown; and only claiin K. Edw. Now, brother Richard, lord Hastings, Our dukedon, 'till God please to send the rest. and the rest;
Moniy. Then fare you well, for I will hence Yet thus far fortune maketh us amends,
again; And says—that once more I shall interchange [ I came to serve a king, and not a duke My wained state for Henry's regal crown. 145 Drummer, strike up, and let us march away. Well have we pass'd, and now repass'd the seas.
[The drum begins a march. And brought desired help from Burgundy:
K. Edw. Nay, stay, Sir John, a while; and What then remains, we being thus arriv'd I
we'll debate, From Ravenspurg haven before the gates of York, By what safe means the crown may be recover'd. But that we enter, as into our dukedom? [this; 50 Monty. What talk you of debating? in few words,
Glo. The gates made fast Brother, I like not! If you'll not here proclaim yourself our king, For many men, that stumble at the threshold, I I'll leave you to your fortune; and be gone, Are well foretold that danger lurks within. To keep them back that come to succour you: K.Edw.Tush, man! abodements must not now! Why should we tight, if you pretend no title? affright us :
1551 Glo.Why, brother, wherefore stand you on nico By fair or four means we must enter in,
[make our claim : For bither willour friends repair to us. [mon them. I K. Edw. When we grow stronger, then we'll
Hast. My liege, I'll knock once more, to sum. Till then, 'tis wisdom to conceal our meaning.
(crowns. Mayor. My lords, we were forewarned of your Glo. And fearless minds climb soonest unto coming,
Brother, we will proclaim you out of hand;
· He was afterwards Henry VII. a man who put an end to the civil war of the two Houses. He. was grandfather to queen Elizabeth, and the king from whom James inheriteda
The bruit' thereof will bring you many-friends.I JOr modest Dian, circled with her nymphs,
K. Edw. Then be it as you will: for’tis iny right, Shall rest in London, 'till we come to him.And Henry but usurps the diadem. Thimself; Fair lords, take leave, and stand not to reply:-Montg. Ay, now my sovereign speaketh like Farewell, my sovereign.
(true hope. And now will I be Edward's chanıpion. 51 K.He:iry. Farewell, my Hector, and my Troy's Hast. Sound, trumpet; Edward shall be here! Clar. In sign of truth, Ikiss your highness' hand. proclaim'd:
K. Henry. Well-minded Clarence, be thou forCome, fellow-soldier, make thou proclamation.
[leave. . [Flourish. Mont. Comfort, my lord ;-and so I take my Sold. [reads] Edward the fourth, by the grace 10 Oxf:[Kissing Henry'shand.] And thus I seal my God, king of England and France, and lord of
truth, and bid adieu.
[tague, Ireland, &c.
1 K. Henry. Sweet Oxford, and my loving MonMont. And whosoe'er gainsavs King Edward's And all at once, once more a happy farewell. By this I challenge him to single fight. [right, War. Farewell, sweet lords; let's meet at Co[Throws drun his gauntlet.
ventry. All. Long live Edward the fourth!
[Exeuni larzick, Clarence, Oxford,an? Alontague, K. Edw. Thanks, brave Montgomery ;-and! K. Henry. Here at the palace will i rest a while, thanks unto you all.
Cousin of Exeter, what thinks your lordship If fortune serve me, l’il requite this kindness. Methinks, the power, that Edward hath in field, Now, for this night, let's harbour here in York; 20 Should not be able to encounter mine. And, when the morning sun shall raise his car, Exe. The doubt is, that he will seduce the rest. Above the border of this horizon,
K. Henry. That's not my fear, my meedo hath We'll forward towards Warwick, and his mates;
got me fame: For well. I wot that Henry is no soldier.
I have not stopp'd mine ears to their demands, Ah, froward Clarence!-how evilit beseems thee, 25 Nor posted off their suits with slow delays; To flatter Henry, and forsakethy brother! [wicki] My pity hath been balm to heal their wounds, Yet, as we may, we'll meet both thee and War- My mildness hath allay'd their swelling griefs, Come on, brave soldiers; doubt not of the day: My mercy dry'd their water-flowing tears: And, that once gotten, doubt not of large pay. 1 I have not been desirous of their wealth,
[Exeunt. 30 Nor much oppress'd them with great subsidies, SCENE VIII.
Nor forward otrevenge, though they much err'd; London.
Then why should they love Edward inore than mer Enter King Henry, Warwick, Clarence, Mon- No, Exeter, these graces challenge grace: tague, Exeter, and 0.1fird.
And, when the lion tawns upon the lamb, War. What counsel, lords? Edward from Belgia, 35 The lamb will never cease to follow him. With hasty Germans, and blunt Hollanders,
[Shout within, A Lancaster! a Lancaster! Hath pass'd in safety through the narrow seas, Ere. Hark,hark,my lord! what shouts are these? And with his troops doth march amain to London: | Enter King Edward, Gloster, and Soldiers. And many giddy people flock to him. [again.) | K. Edw. Seize on the shame-fac'd Henry, bear
K. Henry. Let's levy men, and beat him back 401 him hence,
Clar. A little fire is quickly trodden out; And once again proclaim us king of England, Which, being sutfer'd, rivers cannot quench. You are the fount, that makes small brooksto flow:
War. In Warwickshire I have true-hearted Now stops thy spring; my sea shall suck them dry, Not mutinous in peace, yet bold in war; [friends, And swell so much the higher by their ebb.-Those will I muster up:-and thou, son Clarence, 45 Hence with him to the Tower; let him not speak, Shalt stir in Suffolk, Norfolk, and in Kent,
[Exeunt some with King Henry. The knights and gentlemen to come with thee:- And, lords, towardsCoventry bend we our course, Thou, brother Montague, in Buckingham, Where peremptory Warwick now remains ; Northampton, and in Leicestershire, shalt find The sun shines hot, and, if we use delay, Menwellinclin'dtohear what thou command'st:- 50 Cold biting winter mars our hop'd-for hay. And thou, brave Oxford, wond'rous well belov’d, Glo. Away betimes, before his forces join, In Oxfordshire shalt muster up thy friends. And take the great-grown traitor unawares: My sovereign, with the loving citizens,
Braye warriors, march amain towards Coventry, Like to his island, girt in with the ocean,
A CT V.
| Mes.Bythisat Dunsmore, marchinghitherward, Before the Town of Coventry.
War. How far oft is our brother Montague?-Enter Warwick, the Mayor of Coventry, two Mes-60 Where is the post that came from Montague? sengers, and others, upon the walls.
| 2 Mles. By this at Daintry, with a puissant troop. War. W HERE is the post, that came from
Enter Sir John Somerville. valiant Oxford ?
| War. Say, Somerville, what says my loving son? How far hence is thy lord, mine honest fellow? | And, by thy guess, how nigh is Clarence now?
Somero.AtSouthamIdid leave him withhis forces, l . Enter Oxford, with drum and colours.
[friends. K. Edw. So other foes may set upon our backs. War. Who should that be? belike, unlook'il-for Stand we in good array; for they, no doubt, Somert. They are at hand, and you shall! Will issue out again, and bid us battle : quickly know.
If not, the city being of small defence, March. Flourish. Enter King Edward, Gloster, 10 We'll quickly rouse the traitors in the same. and Soldiers.
War. O, welcome, Oxford! for we want thy help, K. Edw. Go, trumpet, to the walls, and sound Enter Montague, with druin and colours. a parley.
Mont. Montague, Montague, for Lancaster! Glo.See, how thesurly Warwick mans the wall. Glo. Thou and thy brother both shall buy this War. Oh, unbid spight! is sportful Edward 15. treason coine?
Even with the dearest blood your bodies bear. Where slept our scouts, or how are they seduc'd, K. Edw. The harder match'd, the greatervictory; That we could hear no news of his repair? 1 My mind presageth happy gain, and conquest. K. Edw. Now, Warwick, wilt thou ope the Enter Somerset, with drum and colours. city gates,
1201 Som. Somerset, Somerset, for Lancaster! Speak gentle words and humbly bend thy knee? Glo. Two of thy name, both dukes of Somerset, Call Edward-king, and at his hands beg mercy, Have sold their lives unto the house of York; And he shall pardon tbee these outrages. [hence, And thou shalt be the third, if this sword hold.
Wur. Nay, rather, wilt thou draw thy forces Enter Clarence, wih drum and colours. Confess who set thee up and pluck’dthee down?-25 War. And lo, where George of Clarence sweeps Call Warwick-patron, and be penitent,
along, And thou shalt still remain the duke of York. Of force enough to bid his brother battle; Glo. I thought, at least he would have said the With whom an upright zeal to right prevails, king;
| More than the nature of a brother's love: [calls. Or did he make the jest against his will? 30 Come, Clarence, come; thou wilt if Warwick
War. Is not a dukerom, sir, a goodly gist? A parley is sounded; Richard and Clarence whis
Glo. Ay, by my faith, for a poor earl to give; per together; and then Clarence lakes his red rose I'll do thee service for so good a gift,
out of his hat, and throws it at Warwick. Wur. 'Twas I, that gave the kingdom to thy! Clur. Father of Warwick, know you what this brother.
[wick's giti. 35 means ? K. Edwo. Why, then 'tis mine, if but by War- Look here, I throw my infamy at thee: Wur. Thou art no Atlas for so great a weight: I will not ruinate my father's house, And, weakling, Warwick takes his gift again; Who gave his blood to limed the stones together, And Henry is my king, Warwick his subject. And setupLancaster. Why,trow'st thou, Warwick, K. Edw. But Warwick's king is Edward's 40 That Clarence is so harsh, so blunt', unnatural, prisoner:
(To bend the fatal instruments of war And, gallant Warwick, do but answer this, Against his brother, and his lawful king? What is the body, when the head is off?
Perhaps, thou wilt object my holy oath: Glo. Alas, that Warwick had no more fore-cast, To keep that oath, were more impiety But, while he thought to steal the single ten, 145 Than Jephthal's when he sacrific'd his daughter. The king was slily hnger'à from the deck!! I am so sorry for my trespass made, You left poor Henry at the bishop's palace, That, to deserve well at iny brother's hands, . And, ten to one, you'll meet him in the Tower. There proclaim invself thy mortal foe;
Ki Edre. 'T'isevenso; yet you are Warwick still. With resolution, wheresoe'er I meet thee, Glo. Come, Warwick, take the time, kneel 50 (As I will meet thee, if thou stir abroad) down, kneel down.
To plague thee for thy foul misleading me. Nav, when? strike now, or else the iron cools. Ind so, proud-hearted Warwick, I defy thee,
Wur. I had rather chop this hand off at a blow, and to my brother turn my blushing chiecks. . And with the other fling it at thy face,
1 Pardon me, Edward, I will make amends; Thar bear so low a sail, to strike to thee. 55 And, Richard, do not frown upon my faults, K. Edre. Sail how thou canst, have wind and For I will henceforth be no more unconstant. tide thy friend;
1 K. Edw. Now welcome more, and ten times This hand, fast wound about thy coal-black hair,
w more belov’d, Shall, while thy head is warm, and new cut off, Than if thou never hadst deserv'd our hate. slike. Write in the dust this sentence with thy blood,-460 Glo. Welcome, good Clarence; this is brotherWind-changing Warwick now can change no more. | Wür. O passing* traitor, perjur'd and unjust! .
* A pack of cards was anciently, and is still in Staffordshire, term'd a deck of cards. ? i.e. to cement the stones. Line makes mortar. Stupid, insensible of fraternal fondness. * i.e. emifent, cgregious.
K. Edw. What, Warwick, wilt thou leave the |And said,--Commend me to my valiant brother. town, and fight?
And more he would have said; and more hespoke Or shall we beat the stones about thine ears? Which sounded like a clainour' in a vault,
Ilar. Alas, I am not coop'd here for defence: 1 That could not be distinguish'd; but, at last, I will away towards Barnet presently,
15|| well might hear deliver'd with a groan, And bid tree battle, Edward, if thou dar'st. 10, farewell, Warwick! K. Edw. Yes, Warwick, Edward dares, and War. Sweet rest his soul! leads the way :
Fly, lords, and save yourselves; for Warwick bids Lords, to the field ; Saint George, and victory! You all farewell, to meet in heaven. [Dies.
[Excunt. 10 Oxf.Away,away,tomeet the queen's great power! Diarch. Warreick and his company follow.
[They bear away his body, and Exeunt.
Another Part of the field.
\Flourish. Enter King Edward in triumph; with Alarum and Excursions. Enter Edward, bring-151 Gloster, Clarence, and the rest. ing forth Warwick wounded.
| K. Edw. Thus far our fortune keeps an upward K. Edw. So, lie thou there; die thou, and die
course, our fear;
And we are grac'd with wreaths of victory. For Warwick was a bug', that fear'd? us all. I But, in the midst of this bright-shining day, Now, Montague, sit fast; I seek for thee, 2011 spy a black, suspicious, threat’ning cloud, That Warwick's bones may keep thine company. That will encounter with our glorious sun,
[Exil. Ere he attain his easeful western bed: War. Ah, who is nigh? come to me, friend, I mean, my lords,-those powers that the queen or foe,
Hath rais'd in Gallia, have arriv'd our coast, And tell me, who is victor, York, or Warwick? 25 And, as we hear, march on to fight with us. Why ask Ithat: my mangled body shows,[shows, Clar. A little gale will soon disperse that cloud, My blood, my want of strength, my sick heart And blow it to the source from whence it came: That I must vield my body to the earth,
Thy very beams will dry those vapours up; And, by my fall, the conquest to my foe.
For every cloud engenders not a storm. Thus yields the cedar to the axe's edge, 1301 Glo. The queen is valu'd thirty thousand strong, Whose arms gave shelter to the princely eagle, 1 And Somerset, with Oxford, fled to her; Under whose shade the ramping lion slept; If she have time to breathe, be well assur'd, Whosetopbranchover-peer'dJove'sspreadingtree, Her faction will be full as strong as ours. And kept low shrubs from winter's powerful wind. | K. Edw. We are advertis'd by our loving friends, These eyes, that now are dimm’d with death's 35 That they do hold their coursetowardsTewksbury: black veil,
We, having now the best at Barnet field, Have been as piercing as the mid-day sun, Will thither straight, for willingness rids way; To search the sccret treasons of the world : And, as we march, our strength will be augmented The wrinkles in my brows, now fill’d with blood, In every county as we go along.- . Were liken'd oft to kingly sepulchres;
40 Strike up the drum: cry-Courage! and away. For who liv'd king, but I could dig his grare?
[Exeunt. And who durstsmile,when Warwick bent hisbrow?
SCENE IV. . Lo, now my glory smear'd in dust and blood! |
Tewksbury. My parks, my walks, my manors that I had, March. Enter the Queen, Prince of Wales, SomerEven now forrake me; and, of all my lands, 45
set, Orford, and Soldiers. Is nothing left me, but my body's length!
Queen. Great lords, wise men ne'er sit and wail Why, what is pomp, rule, reign, but earthand dust:
their loss, And, live we how we can, yet die we must. But chearly seek how to redress their harms. Enter Oxford and Somerset.
What though the mast be now blown over-board, Som. Ah, Warwick, Warwick! wert thou as 50 The cable broke, our holding anchor lost, we are,
And half our sailors swallow'd in the flood? We might recover all our loss again! (power ;) Yet lives our pilot still: Is't meet, that he The queen from France hath brought a puissant should leave the helm, and, like a fearful lad, Even now we heardthe news: Ah,couldst thou tly! With tearful eyes add water to the sea, smuch;
War. Why,thenwouldnot fly.--Ah, Montague, 55 And give more strength to that which hath too If thou be there, sweet brother, take my hand, Whiles, in his moan, the ship splits on the rock, And with thy lips keep in my soul a while! Which industry and courage might have sav'd ? Thou lov'st me not; for, brother, if thou didst, Ah, what a shame! ah, what a fault were this! Thy tears would wash this cold congealed blood, say, Warwick was our anchor; What of that? That glews my lips, and will not let me speak. 160 And Montague our top-mast; What of him? Come quickly, Montague, or I am dead." [last ; Ourslaughter'd friends the tackles; What ofthese?
Som. Ah, Warwick, Montague hath breath'd his Why, is not Oxford here, another anchor? And to the latest gasp, cry'd out for Warwick, And Somerset another goodly inast?
The friends of France our shrouds and tacklings?! My tears gainsay'; for every word I speak,
You fight in justice: then, in God's narie, lords,
SCENE V. Say, you can swim; alas, 'tis but a while:
Enter King Edrvard, Gloster, Clarence, &c. The Tread on the sand; why, there you quickly sink: Queen, Oxford, and Somerset, prisoners. Bestride the rock; the tide will wash you ofi, K. Edw. Lo, here a period of tumultuous broils. Or else you famish, that's a threefold death. 115 Away with Oxford to Hammes' Castle straight: This speak I, lords, to let you understand, For Somerset, off with his guilty head. In case some one of you would fly from us, Go, bear them hence; I will not hear them speak. That there's no hop'd-for mercy with the brothers, | Oxf. For my part, I'll not trouble thee with More than with ruthless waves, with sands, and
Som. Nor I, but stoop with patience to my Wliv, courage then! what cannot be avoided,
[Exeunt Oxford and Somerset, guarded. 'Twere childish weakness to lament, or fear. Queen. So part we sadly in this troublous world,
Prince. Methinks, a woman of this valiant spirit! To meet with joy in sweet Jerusalem. Should, if a coward heard her speak these words, K. Edw. Is proclamation made,--that, who Infuse his br’ast with magnanimity,
finds Edward, And make hi n, naked, foil a man at arms. | Shall have a high reward, and he his life? I speak not this, as doubting any here:
Glo. It is, and, lo, where youthfulEdward comes. For, did I but suspect a fearful nian,
Enter Soldi rs röith the Prince. He should have leave to go away betimes :
K. Edw. Bring forth the gallant, let us hear him Lest, in our need, he might infect another,
speak: And make him of like spirit to himself.
What! can so young a thorn begin to prick?If any such be here, as God forbid !
Edward, what satisfaction canst thou make, Let him depart, before we need his help.
For bearing arms, for stirring up my subjects, Orf. Women and children of so high a courage! And all the trouble thou hast turn'd me to? And warriors faint! wliy,'twereperpetualshame.-35 Prince. Speak like a subject, proud ambitious O brave young prince! thy famous grandfather
York! Doth live again in thee! Long may'st thou live, Suppose, that I am now my father's mouth; To bear his image, and renew his glories ! Resign thy chair, and, where I stand, kneel thou,
Som. And he that will not fight for such a hope, Whilst I propose the self-same words to thee, Go home to bed, and, like the owl by day, 140 Which, traitor, thou wouldst have me answer to. If he arise, be mock'd and wonder'd at. [thanks. Queen. Ah, that thy father had been so resolv'd!
Queen. Thanks, gentleSomerset; sweetVxford, Glo. That you might still have worn the petPrince. And take his thanks, that yet hath no
ticoat, thing else,
| And ne'er have stol'n the breech from Lancaster. Enter a Messenger.
1451 Prince. Let Æsop 2 fable in a winter's night; Mess. Prepare you,lords, for Edward is at hand, His currish riddles sort not with this place. Ready to fight; therefore be resolute.
Glo. By heaven, brat, I'll plague you for that Orf. I thought no less: it is his policy,
[men. To haste thus fast, to find us unprovided.
Queen. Ay, thou wast born to be a plague to Som. But he's deceiv'd, we are in readiness. 501 Glo. For God's sake, take away this captive Queen. This cheers my heart, to see your for
budge. Prince.Nay,take away this scoldingcrook-back O.rf. Here pitch our battle, hence we will not K. Edw. Peace, wilful boy, or I will charın your March. Enter King Edward, Gloster, Clarence,
tongue, and Soldiers, on the other side of the stage. 153 Clar. Untutor'd lad, thou art too malapert. • K. Edw. Brave followers, yonder stands the Prince. I know my duty, you are all undutiful : thorny wood,
| Lascivious Edward,-andthouperjur'dGeorge Which, bythelicavens'assistanceandyourstrength, And thou mishapen Dick,-I tell ye all, Must by the roots be hewn up yet ere night. I I am your better, traitors as ye are ; I need not add more fuel to your fire, 160 Ind triou usurp'st my father's right and mine. For, well I wot, ye blaze to burn them out: K. Edw. Take that, thou likeness of this railer Give signal to the fight, and to it, lords.
[Stabs him, Queen. Lords, knights, and gentlemen, what Glo.Sprawl'st thou? take that, to end thy agony, should say,
Glo. stubs him.
" To gainsay is to deny, to contradict. : The Prince calls Richard, for his crookedness, Æsop, • i. e. Thou that resemblest thy railing mother.