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SCENE VI. London. The Tower.] Flourish. Enter KING HENRY, CLARENCE,

WARWICK, SOMERSET, young RICHMOND,
OXFORD, MONTAGUE, and LIEUTENANT of
the Tower.
K. Hen. Master lieutenant, now that God

and friends
Have shaken Edward from the regal seat,
And turn'd my captive state to liberty,
My fear to hope, my sorrows unto joys,
At our enlargement what are thy due fees ?
Lieu. Subjects may challenge nothing of

their sovereigns ; But if an humble prayer may prevail, I then crave pardon of your Majesty. K. Hen. For what, lieutenant ? For well

using me? Nay, be thou sure, I'll well requite thy kind

ness,
For that it made my imprisonment a pleasure;
Ay, such a pleasure as incaged birds
Conceive when, after many moody thoughts,
At last by notes of household harmony

They quite forget their loss of liberty.
But, Warwick, after God, thou set'st me free,
And chiefly therefore I thank God and thee.
He was the author, thou the instrument.
Therefore, that I may conquer Fortune's spite
By living low, where Fortune cannot hurt me,
And that the people of this blessed land
May not be punish'd with my thwarting stars,
Warwick, although my head still wear the

crown,
I here resign my government to thee,
For thou art fortunate in all thy deeds.
War. Your Grace hath still been fam'd for

virtuous ; And now may seem as wise as virtuous, By spying and avoiding Fortune's malice, For few men rightly temper with the stars. Yet in this one thing let me blame your Grace, For choosing me when Clarence is in place. Clar. No, Warwick, thou art worthy of the

sway, To whom the heavens in thy nativity Adjudg'd an olive branch and laurel crown, As likely to be blest in peace and war; And therefore I yield thee my free consent. War. And I choose Clarence only for Pro

tector. K. Hen. Warwick and Clarence, give me

both your hands. Now join your hands, and with your hands

your hearts, That no dissension hinder government. I make you both Protectors of this land, While I myself will lead a private life And in devotion spend my latter days, To sin's rebuke and my Creator's praise. War. What answers Clarence to his sover

eign's will ? Clar. That he consents, if Warwick yield

consent; For on thy fortune I repose myself. War. Why, then, though loath, yet must I

be content.

We'll yoke together, like a double shadow
To Henry's body, and supply his place ;
I mean, in bearing weight of government,
While he enjoys the honour and his ease.
And, Clarence, now then it is more than need-

ful Forthwith that Edward be pronounc'd a trai

tor, And all his lands and goods be confiscate. Clar. What else ? and that succession be de

termined. War. Ay, therein Clarence shall not want

his part. K. Hen. But, with the first of all your chief

affairs, Let me entreat, for I command no more, That Margaret your queen and my son Edward Be sent for, to return from France with speed; For, till I see them here, by doubtful fear My joy of liberty is half eclips'd. Clar. It shall be done, my sovereign, with

all speed. K. Hen.“ My Lord of Somerset, what youth

is that, Of whom you seem to have so tender care? Som. My liege, it is young Henry, Earl of

Richmond.
K. Hen. Come hither, England's hope.

(Lays his hand on his head.) If secret

powers
Suggest but truth to my divining thoughts,
This pretty lad will prove our country's bliss.
His looks are full of peaceful majesty,
His head by nature fram’d to wear a crown,
His hand to wield a sceptre, and himself
Likely in time to bless a regal throne.
Make much of him, my lords, for this is he
Must help you more than you are hurt by me.

Enter a Post.
War. What news, my friend ?
Post. That Edward is escaped from your

brother, And fled, as he hears since, to Burgundy. War. Unsavoury news! but how made he

escape? Post. He was convey'd by Richard Duke of

Gloucester And the Lord Hastings, who attended him In secret ambush on the forest side And from the Bishop's huntsmen rescu'd him ; For hunting was his daily exercise. War. My brother was too careless of his

charge. But let us hence, my sovereign, to provide A salve for any sore that may betide.

[Exeunt all but Somerset, Richmond,

and Oxford. Som. My lord, I like not of this flight of

Edward's; For doubtless Burgundy will yield him help, 20 And we shall have more wars before 't be long. As Henry's late presaging prophecy Did glad my beart with hope of this young

Richmond, So doth my heart misgive me, in these conflicts What may befall him to his harm and ours.

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Therefore, Lord Oxford, to prevent the worst, Forthwith we'll send him hence to Brittany, Till storms be past of civil enmity.

Oxf. Ay, for if Edward repossess the crown, 'Tis like that Richmond with the rest shall

down. Som. It shall be so; he shall to Brittany. Come, therefore, let's about it speedily.

(Exeunt. (SCENE VII. Before York.] Flourish. Enter King EDWARD, GLOUCESTER,

HASTINGS, and Soldiers. K. Edw. Now, brother Richard, Lord Hast

ings, and the rest, Yet thus far Fortune maketh us amends, And says that once more I shall interchange My waned state for Henry's regal crown, Well have we pass'd and now repass'd the And brought desired help from Burgundy. What then remains, we being thus arriv'd From Ravenspurgh haven before the gates of

York, But that we enter, as into our dukedom ? Glou. The gates made fast! Brother, I like

not this ; For many men that stumble at the threshold Are well foretold that danger lurks within. K. Edw. Tush, man, abodements must not

now affright us. By fair or foul means we must enter in, For hither will our friends repair to us. Hast. My liege, I'll knock once more to

summon them. Enter, on the walls, the MAYOR of York, and

his Brethren. May. My lords, we were forewarned of your

coming, And shut the gates for safety of ourselves, For now we owe allegiance unto Henry. K. Edw. But, master mayor, if Henry be

your king, Yet Edward at the least is Duke of York.

May. True, my good lord; I know you for K. Edw. Why, and I challenge nothing but

my dukedom, As being well content with that alone, Glou. (Aside.) But when the fox hath once

got in his nose, He'll soon find means to make the body fol

low. Hast. Why, master mayor, why stand you in

a doubt? Open the gates; we are King Henry's friends. May. Ay, say you so ? The gates shall then be opened.

[They descend. Glou. A wise stout captain, and soon per

suaded ! Hast. The good old man would fain that all

were well, So 't were not long of him ; but being ent'red, I doubt not, I, but we shall soon persuade Both him and all his brothers unto reason.

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Enter the Mayor and two Aldermen, below. K. Edw. So, master mayor; these gates

must not be shut But in the night or in the time of war. What! fear not, man, but yield me up the keys;

(Takes his keys. For Edward will defend the town and thee, And all those friends that deign to follow me. March. Enter MONTGOMERY, with drum and

SOLDIERS. Glou. Brother, this is Sir John Montgomery, Out trusty friend, unless I be deceiv'd. K. Edw. Welcome, Sir John! But why

come you in arms ? Mont. To help King Edward in his time of

storm, As every loyal subject ought to do. K. Edw. Thanks, good Montgomery; but

we now forget Our title to the crown and only claim Our dukedom till God please to send the rest. Mont. Then fare you well, for I will hence

again; I came to serve a king and not a duke. Drummer, strike up, and let us march away."

( The drum begins to march. K. Edw. Nay, stay, Sir John, a while, and

we'll debate By what safe means the crown may be re

cover'd. Mont. What talk you of debating? In few

words, If you 'll not here proclaim yourself our king, I'll leave you to your fortune and be gone To keep them back that come to succour you. Why shall we fight, if you pretend no title? Glou. Why, brother, wherefore stand you on

nice points ? K. Edw. When we grow stronger, then

we 'll make our claim. Till then, 't is wisdom to conceal our mean

ing. Hast. "Away with scrupulous wit! Now arms

must rule. Glou. And fearless minds climb soonest unto Brother, we will proclaim you out of hand; The bruit thereof will bring you many friends. K. Edw. Then be it as you will; for 't is my

right, And Henry' but usurps the diadem. Mont. Ay, now my sovereign speaketh like

himself; And now will I be Edward's champion. Hast. Sound trumpet; Edward shall be here

proclaim’d. Come, fellow-soldier,. make thou proclama

tion. [Giving him a paper. Flourish. '' Sold. [Reads.) “Edward the Fourth, by the grace of God, King of England and France, and Lord of Ireland,” etc. Mont. And whosoe'er gainsays King Ed

ward's right, By this I challenge him to singie fight.

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K. Hen. Sweet Oxford, and my loving Mon

tague, And all at once, once more a happy farewell. War. Farewell, sweet lords! Let's meet at Coventry.

[Ěxeunt (all but King Henry and

Exeter). K. Hen. Here at the palace will I rest a

while, Cousin of Exeter, what thinks your lordship? Methinks the power that Edward hath in

field Should not be able to encounter mine. Exe. The doubt is that he will seduce the

rest, K. Hen. That's not my fear; my meed

hath got me fame. I have not stopp'd mine ears to their demands, Nor posted off their suits with slow delays. My pity hath been balm to heal their wounds, My mildness hath allay'd their swelling griefs, My mercy dried their water-flowing tears.

have not been desirous of their wealth, Nor much oppress'd them with great subsidies, Nor forward of revenge, though they much

err'd. Then why should they love Edward more than No, Exeter, these graces challenge grace; And when the lion fawns upon the lamb, The lamb will never cease to follow him.

[Shout within, “A Lancaster! A

Lancaster!"
Exe. Hark, hark, my lord! what shouts are

these? Enter KING EDWARD, (GLOUCESTER,) and sol

diers. K. Edw. Seize on the shame-fac'd Henry,

bear him hence; And once again proclaim us King of England. You are the fount that makes small brooks to

flow; Now stops thy spring, my sea shall suck them

dry, And swell so much the higher by their ebb. Hence with him to the Tower, let him not

speak. (Ereunt some with King Henry. And, lords, towards Coventry bend we our

course,
Where peremptory Warwick now remains.
The sun shines hot; and, if we use delay,
Cold biting winter mars our hop'd-for hay.

Glou. Away betimes, before his forces join, And take the great-grown traitor unawares. Brave warriors, march amain towards Coventry.

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All. Long live Edward the Fourth !
K. Edw. Thanks, brave Montgomery, and

thanks unto you all. If fortune serve me, I'll requite this kindness. Now, for this night, let's harbour here in

York; And when the morning sun shall raise his car 80 Above the border of this horizon, We'll forward towards Warwick and his

mates; For well I wot that Henry is no soldier. Ah, froward Clarence ! how evil it beseems

thee, To flatter Henry and forsake thy brother! Yet, as we may, we'll meet both thee and

Warwick. Come on, brave soldiers ! doubt not of the day, And, that once gotten, doubt not of large рау.

[Exeunt. (SCENE VIII. London. The palace.) Flourish. Enter KING HENRY, WARWICK,

MONTAGUE, CLARENCE, (EXETER,) and Ox-
FORD,
War. What counsel, lords ? Edward from

Belgia,
With hasty Germans and blunt Hollanders,
Hath pass'd in safety through the narrow seas,
And with his troops doth march amain to

London ; And many giddy people flock to him. K. Hen. Let's levy men, and beat him back

again. Clar. A little fire is quickly trodden out, Which, being suffer'd, rivers cannot quench. War. In Warwickshire I have true-hearted

friends, Not mutinous in peace, yet bold in war; Those will I muster up; and thou, son Clar

ence, Shalt stir up in Suffolk, Norfolk, and in Kent, The knights and gentlemen to come with thee. Thou, brother Montague, in Buckingham, Northampton, and in Leicestershire, shalt

find Men well inclin'd to hear what thou com

mand'st; And thou, brave Oxford, wondrous well be

lov'd, In Oxfordshire shalt muster up thy friends. My sovereign, with the loving citizens, Like to his island girt in with the ocean, Or, modest Dian, circled with her nymphs, Shall rest in London till we come to him. Fair lords, take leave and stand not to reply. Farewell, my sovereign. K. Hen. Farewell, my Hector, and my

Troy's true hope. Clar. In sign of truth, I kiss your Highness'

hand. K. Hen. Well-minded Clarence, be thou

fortunate! Mont. Comfort, my lord ! and so I take my

leave. Oxf. And thus (kissing Henry's hand] I seal

my truth, and bid adieu.

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(SCENE I. Coventry.] Enter WARWICK, the MAYOR of Coventry, two

MESSENGERS, and others upon the walls. War. Where is the post that came from val

iant Oxford ? How far hence is thy lord, mine honest fellow?

son?

But, whiles he thought to steal the single ten,
The king was slily finger'd from the deck !
You left poor Henry at the Bishop's palace, “
And, ten to one, you 'll meet him in the Tower.
K. Edw. 'Tis even so; yet you are Warwick

still. Glou. Come, Warwick, take the time; kneel

down, kneel down. Nay, when ? strike now, or else the iron cools. War. I had rather chop this hand off at a

blow, And with the other fling it at thy face, Than bear so low a sail, to strike to thee. K. Edw. Sail how thou canst, have wind and

tide thy friend, This hand, fast wound about thy coal-black

hair, Shall, whiles thy head is warm and new cut off, Write in the dust this sentence with thy blood

Wind-changing Warwick now can change no

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(1.) Mess. By this at Dunsmore, marching

hitherward. War. How far off is our brother Montague ? Where is the post that came from Montague ? (2.) Mess. By this at Daintry with a puissant

troop.

Enter SiR JOHN SOMERVILLE. War. Say, Somerville, what says my loving And, by thy guess, how nigh is Clarence now? Som. At Southam I did leave him with his

forces, And do expect him here some two hours hence.

[Drum heard.] War. Then Clarence is at hand; I hear his

drum. Som. It is not his, my lord ; here Southam

lies. The drum your honour hears marcheth from

Warwick. War. Who should that be? Belike unlook'd

for friends. Som. They are at hand, and you shall quickly

know. March. Flourish. Enter KING EDWARD,

GLOUCESTER, and soldiers. K. Edw. Go, trumpet, to the walls, and

sound a parle. Glou. See how the surly Warwick mans the

wall! War. O unbid spite! is sportful Edward

come? Where slept our scouts, or how are they seduc'd That we could hear no news of his repair ? K. Edw. Now, Warwick, wilt thou ope the

city gates, Speak gentle words and humbly bend thy knee, Call Edward king, and at his hands beg mercy, And he shall pardon thee these outrages. War. Nay, rather, wilt thou draw thy forces

hence, Confess who set thee up and pluck'd thee down, Call Warwick patron, and be penitent, And thou shalt still remain the Duke of York. Glou. I thought, at least, he would have said

the King ; Or did he make the jest against his will ?

War. Is not a dukedom, sir, a goodly gift? Glou. Ay, by my faith, for a poor earl to

give. I'll do thee service for so good a gift. War. ’T was I that gave the kingdom to thy

brother. K. Edw. Why then 't is mine, if but by War

wick's gift. War. Thou art no Atlas for so great a

weight; And, weakling, Warwick takes his gift again, And Henry is my king, Warwick his subject. K. Edw. But Warwick's king is Edward's

prisoner. And, gallant Warwick, do but answer this: 40 What is the body when the head is off ? Glou. Alas, that Warwick had no more fore

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Enter OxFORD, with drum and colours. War. O cheerful colours ! see where Oxford

comes ! Oxf. Oxford, Oxford, for Lancaster!

(He and his forces enter the city.) Glou. The gates are open, let us enter too. K. Edw. So other foes may set upon our

backs. Stand we in good array; for they no doubt Will issue out again and bid us battle. If not, the city being but of small defence, We'll quickly rouse the traitors in the same. 6 War. O, welcome, Oxford! for we want thy

help. Enter MONTAGUE, with drum and colours. Mont. Montague, Montague, for Lancaster!

(He and his forces enter the city.] Glou. Thou and thy brother both shall buy

this treason Even with the dearest blood your bodies bear. K. Edw. The harder match'd, the greater

victory. My mind presageth happy gain and conquest.

Enter SOMERSET, with drum and colours. Som. Somerset, Somerset, for Lancaster!

[He and his forces enter the city. Glou. Two of thy name, both Dukes of

Somerset, Have sold their lives unto the house of York;** And thou shalt be the third, if this sword hold.

Enter CLARENCE, with drum and colours. War. And lo, where George of Clarence

sweeps along, Of force enough to bid his brother battle; With whom an upright zeal to right prevails More than the nature of a brother's love! Come, Clarence, come; thou wilt, if Warwick

call. Clar. Father of Warwick, know you what this means ?

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And kept low shrubs from winter's powerful

wind. These eyes, that now are dimm'd with death's

black veil, Have been as piercing as the mid-day sun To search the secret treasons of the world. The wrinkles in my brows, now fill'd with

blood, Were lik’ned oft to kingly sepulchres ; For who liy'd king, but I could dig his grave? And who durst smile when Warwick bent his

brow? Lo, now my glory smear'd in dust and blood ! My parks, my walks, my manors that I had, Even now forsake me, and of all my lands Is nothing left me but my body's length. Why, what is pomp, rule, reign, but earth and

dust? And, live we how we can, yet die we must.

Enter OXFORD and SOMERSET. Som. Ah, Warwick, Warwick ! wert thou

as we are, We might recover all our loss again. The Queen from France hath brought a puis

sant power ; Even now we heard the news. Ah, couldst thou War. Why, then I would not fly. Ah, Mon

tague, If thou be there, sweet brother, take my hand, And with thy lips keep in my soul a while ! Thou lov'st me not ; for, brother, if thou didst, Thy tears would wash this cold congealed blood That glues my lips and will not let me speak. Come quickly, Montague, or I am dead. Som. Ah, Warwick ! Montague hath

breath'd his last; And to the latest gasp cried out for Warwick, And said, “Commend me to my valiant

brother." And more he would have said, and more he

spoke, Which sounded like a clamour in a vault, That might not be distinguish'd; but at last 45 I well might hear, delivered with a groan, “0, farewell, Warwick !”. War. Sweet rest his soul! Fly, lords, and

save yourselves ; For Warwick bids you all farewell, to meet in heaven.

(Dies.) Oxf. Away, away, to meet the Queen's great power!

(Here they bear away his body.

Exeunt.

fly!

Look here, I throw my infamy at thee.
I will not ruinate my father's

house, Who gave his blood to lime the stones together, And set up Lancaster. Why, trow'st thou,

Warwick, That Clarence is so harsh, so blunt, unnatural, To bend the fatal instruments of war Against his brother and his lawful king ? Perhaps thou wilt object my holy oath. To keep that oath were more impiety Than Jephthah's when he sacrific'd his daugh

ter. I am so sorry for my trespass made That, to deserve well at my brother's hands, I here proclaim myself thy mortal foe, With resolution, wheresoe'er I meet thee As I will meet thee, if thou stir abroadTo plague thee for thy foul misleading me. And so, proud-hearted Warwick, I defy thee, And to my brother turn my blushing cheeks. Pardon me, Edward, I will make amends ; And, Richard, do not frown upon my faults, For I will henceforth be no more unconstant. K. Edw. Now welcome more, and ten times

more belor'd, Than if thou never hadst deserv'd our hate. Glou. Welcome, good Clarence ; this is bro

ther-like. War. O passing traitor, perjur'd and unjust! K. Edw. What, Warwick, wilt thou leave

the town and fight? Or shall we beat the stones about thine ears? War. Alas, I am not coop'd here for de

fence! I will away towards Barnet presently, And bid thee battle, Edward, if thou dar'st. K. Edw. Yes, Warwick, Edward dares, and

leads the way. Lords, to the field Saint George and victory!

(Exeunt (King Edward and his

company). March. Warwick

and his company follow. (SCENE II. A field of battle near Barnet.] Alarum and excursions. Enter KING EDWARD,

bringing forth WarwICK wounded. K. Edw. So, lie thou there. Die thou, and

die our fear; For Warwick was a bug that fear'd us all. Now, Montague, sit fast; I seek for thee, That Warwick's bones may keep thine company:

(Erit. War. Ah, who is nigh? Come to me, friend

or foe, And tell me who is victor, York or War

wick? Why ask I that? My mangled body shows, My blood, my want of strength, my sick heart

shows That I must yield my body to the earth And, by my fall, the conquest to my foe. Thus yields the cedar to the axe's edge, Whose arms gave shelter to the princely eagle, Under whose shade the ramping lion slept, Whose top-branch overpeer'd Jove's spreading

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