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And in devotion spend my latter days,
Som. My lord, I like not of this flight of To sir's rebuke and my Creator's praise.
89 War. What answers Clarence to his sov- For doubtless Burgundy will yield him help, ereign's will ?
And we shall have more wars before 't be long. Clar. That he consents, if Warwick yield As Henry's late presaging prophecy consent ;
Did glad my heart with hope of this young For on thy fortune I repose myself.
Richmond, War. Why, then, though loath, yet must I So doth my heart misgive me, in these conbe content :
flicts We'll yoke together, like a double shadow What may befall him, to his harm and ours : To Henry's body, and supply his place; 50 Therefore, Lord Oxford, to prevent the worst, I mean, in bearing weight of government, Forth with we'll send him hence to Brittany, While he enjoys the honor and his ease. Till storms be past of civil ennity. And, Clarence, now then it is more than need- Oxf. Ay, for if Edward repossess the crown, ful
'Tis like that Richmond with the rest shall Forth with that Edward be pronounced a trai
100 And all his lands and goods be confiscate. Som. It shall be so ; he shall to Brittany. Clar. What else ? and that succession be Come, therefore, let's about it speedily. determined.
(Exceunt. War. Ay, therein Clarence shall not want
SCENE VII. Before York. K. Hen. But, with the first of all your chief
Flourish. Enter King EDWARD, GLOUCESTER, affairs,
HASTINGS, and Soldiers. Let me entreat, for I command no more,
K. Edw. Now, brother Richard, Lord HasThat Margaret your queen and my son Ed
tings, and the rest, ward
60 Yet thus far fortune maketh us amends, Be sent for, to return from France with speed ; And says that once more I shall interchange For, till I see them here, by doubtful fear My waned state for Henry's regal crown. My joy of liberty is half eclipsed.
Well have we pass'd and now repass'd the Clar. It shall be done, iny sovereign, with all speed.
And brought desired help from Burgundy : K. Hen.' My Lord of Somerset, what youth What then remains, we being thus arrivea is that,
From Ravenspurgh haven before the gates of Of whom you seem to have so tender care ?
Glou. The gates made fast! Brother, I K. IIen. Come hither, England's hope.
like not this ;
10 (Lays his hand on his head] If secret powers For many men that stumble at the threshold Suggest but truth to iny divining thoughts, Are well foretold that danger lurks within. This pretty lad will prove our country's bliss. K. Edw. Tush, man, abodements must not His looks are full of peaceful majesty, 71
now affright us :
Ilast. My liege, I'll knock once more to Make much of him, my lords, for this is he
summon them. Must help you more than you are hurt by me.
Enter, on the walls, the Mayor of York, and Enter a Post.
his Brethren. War. What news, my friend ?
May. My lords, we were forewarned of Post. That Edward is escaped from your
your coming, brother,
And shut the gates for safety of ourselves; And fled, as he hears since, to Burgundy. For now we owe allegiance unto Henry. War. Unsavory news! but how made he: K. Edw. But, master mayor, if Henry be escape ?
your king, Post. He was convey'd by Richard Duke of Yet Edward at the least is Duke of York. Gloucester
May. True, my good lord ; I know you for And the Lord Hastings, who attended him
no less. In secret ambush on the forest side
K. Edw. Why, and I challenge nothing but And from the bishop's huntsmen rescued him ; my dukedom, For hunting was his daily exercise.
As being well content with that alone, War. My brother was too careless of his Glou. (Aside] But when the fox hath once charge.
got in his nose, But let us hence, my sovereign, to provide He'll soon find means to make the body follow. A salve for any sore that may betide.
Hast. Why, master mayor, why stand you [Exeunt all but Somerset, Richmond, and in a doubt ?
Oxford. Open the gates ; we are King Henry's friends
May. Ay, say you so ? the gates shall then be open'd.
[They descend. Glou. A wise stout captain, and soon persuaded !
30 Hast. The good old man would fain that all
were well, So 'twere not 'long of him ; but being enter'd, I doubt not, I, but we shall soon persuade Both him and all his brothers unto reason, Enter the Mayor and tro Aldermen, below. K. Edr. So, master mayor : these gates
must not be shnt 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. Warrh. Enter MONTGOMERY, with drum and
soldiers. Glou. Brother, this is Sir John Montgomery, Our trusty friend, unless I be deceived. 11 K. E. 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. Edun.Thanks, good Montgomery ; but
We now forget Our title to the crown and only claim Our dakedom till God please to send the rest. Hort. Then fare you well, for I will hence
again : I came to serve a king and not a duke. Drumer, strike up, and let us march away.30
The drum begins to march. K. Echo, Yay, stay, Sir Johu, awhile, and
we'll debate By what safe means the crown may be re
cover'd. Vont. What talk you of debating ? in few
kords, If you'll not here proclaim yourself our king, I'll leave you to your fortune and be gone Tu keep them back that come to succor you: Wir shall we fight, if you pretend no title ? Glon. Why, brother, wherefore stand you on
nice points ? K. Exkn. When we grow stronger, then
we'll make our claim : Til then, 'tis wisdom to conceal our meaning. Thez. Away with scrupulous wit ! now arms must rule.
61 Glou. And fearless minds climb soonest
unto crowns. Brother, we will proclaim you out of hand : The bruit thereof will bring you many friends. X. El. Then be it as you will ; for 'tis my
right, And Henry but usurps the diadem. Vint. Ay, now my sovereign speaketh like
himself ; And now will I be Edward's champion. Hust. Sound trumpet; Edward shall be bere proclaiın'd :
Come, fellow-soldier, make thou proclamation.
[Flourish. Sold. Edward the Fourth, by the grace of God, king of England and France, and lord of Ireland, &c. Jont. And whosoe'er gainsays King Ed
ward's right, By this I challenge him to single fight.
[Throus down his gauntlet. All. Long live Edward the Fouth! K El. Thanks, brave Montgomery ; and
thanks inte) you all : If fortune serve me, I'll requite this kindness, Now, for this night, let's harbor here in
York ; And when the morning sun shall raise his car Above the border of this horizon, We'll forward towards Warwick and his
mates ; For well I wot that IIenry is no soldier. Ah, froward Clarence ! how evil it beseenis
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 pay.
[Exeunt. SCENE VIII. London. The palace. Flourish. Enter KING HENRY, WARWICK,
MONTAGUE, CLARENCE, EXETER, and Ox-
again, Clar. A little fire is quickly trodden out ; Which, being suffer'd, rivers cannot quench. War. In Warwick-hire I have true-hearted
friends, Not mutinous in peace, yet bold in war; 10 Those will I muster up: and thou, son Clarence, Shalt stir up in Sufolk, Norfolk and in Kent, The knights and gentlemen to come with thee: Thon, brother Montague, in Buckingham, Northampton and in Leicestershire, shalt find Men well inclined to hear what thou com
mand' st : And thou, brave Oxford, wondrous well be
loved, In Oxfordshire shalt muster up thy friends. My sovereign, with the loving citizens, Like to his island girt in with the ocean, Or inodest 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' War. Where is the post that came from hand.
valiant Oxford ? K. llen. Well-minded Clarence, be thou for How far hence is thy lord, mine honest fellow? tunate!
[leave. First Mess. By this at Dunsmore, marching Mont. Comfort, my lord ; and so I take my
hitherward. Orf. And thus I seal my truth, and bid War. How far off is our brother Montague? adieu.
Where is the post that came from Montague? X. llen. Sweet Oxford, and my loving Second Hess. By this at Daintry, with a Montague,
puissant troop. And all at once, once more a happy farewell.
Enter Sir JOHN SOMERVILLE. War. Farewell, sweet lords : let's meet at
War. Say, Somerville, what says my loving Coventry.
[Ereunt all but King IIenry and Ereter. K. Blen.
And, by thy guess, how nigh
Som. At Southam I did leave him with his awhile.
forces, Cousin of Exeter, what thinks your lordship? Methinks the power that Edward hath in field
And do expect him here some two hours hence.
[Drum hearch Should not be able to encounter mine.
War. Then Clarence is at hand, I hear his Ece. The doubt is that he will seduce the
11 rest, K. Ilen. That's not my fear; my meed
Som. It is not his, my lord ; here Southam
lies : hath got me fame : I have not stopp'd mine ears to their demands,
The drum your honor hears marcheth from
Warwick. Nor posted off their suits with slow delays ; 40
War. Who should that be? belike, unlook'd. My pity hath been balm to heal their wounds,
for friends. My mildness hath allay'd their swelling griefs, My mercy dried their water-Howing tears ;
Som. They are at hand, and you shall I have not been desirous of their wealth,
quickly know. Nor much oppress'd them with great subsidies. March: flourish. Enter King EDWARD, Nor forward of revenge, though they much
GLOUCESTER, and soldiers. err'd :
[me? K, Edw. Go, trumpet, to the walls, and Then why should they love Edward more than
sound a parle. No, Exeter, these graces challenge grace :
Glou. See how the surly Warwick mans the And when the liou fawnz upon the lamb,
wall ! The lamb will never cease to follow him. 50 War. O unbid spite! is sportful Edward [ Shout vithun. A Lancaster ! A Lancaster!'
come? Ece. Ilark, hark, my lord ! what shouts are Where slept our scouts, or how are they thiese ?
seduced, Enter KING EDWARD, GLOUCESTER, and
That we could hear no Devs of his repair ? 20 soldiers.
K. Edw. Now, Warwick, wilt thou ope the
city gates K. Edw. Seize on the shame-faced Henry,
Speak gentle words and humbly bend thy bear him hence ;
knee, And once again proclaim us King of England. Call Edward king and at his hands beg mercy? You are the fount that makes shall brooks to
And he shall pardon thee these outrages. flow :
War. Nay, rather, wilt thou draw thy forces Now stops thy spring ; my sea shall suck
hence, them dry,
Confess who set thee up and pluck d thee And swell so much the higher by their ebb.
down, Hence with him to the Tower ; let him not
Call Warwick patron and be penitent ? speak. Ereunt some with king Henry.
And thou shalt still remain the Duke of York. And lords, towards Coventry bend we our
Glou. I thought, at least, he would have said course,
the king ; Where peremptory Warwick now remains :
Or did he make the jest against his will ? The sun shines hot; and, if we use delay, 60
War. Is not a dukedom, sir, a goodly gift ? Cold biting winter mars our hoped-for hay.
Glou. Ay, by my faith, for a poor earl to Glou. Away betimes, before his furces join,
give : And take the great-vrown triator unawares :
I'll do thee service for so good a gift. Brave warriors, march amain towards Coven
War. 'Twas I that gave the kingdom to thy try.
War. Thou art no Atlas for so great &
weight : Enter WARWICK, the Mayor of Coventry, two And, weakling, Warwick takes his gift again ;
Messengers, and others upon the walls. 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 ? Gla. Alas, that Warwick had no more
forecast, 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. Elur. 'Tis even so ; yet you are Warwick
still. Glori. Come, Warwick, take the time; kneel
down, kneel down : Xar, when ? strike now, or else the iron cools. Wor, I had rather chop this hand off at a blow,
50 And with the other fling it at thy face, Thun bear so low a sail, to strike to thee. 5. Estur. Sail how thou canst, have wind
and tide thy friend, This hand, fast wound about thy coal-black
hair, Shail, 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
(le and his forces enter the city. Glot. The gates are open, let us enter too. K. Ed. So other foes may set upon our backs.
61 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, Well quickly rouse the traitors in the same. War. O, welcome, Oxford ! for we want
tly help. Enter MONTAGUE with drum and colors, Honi. Montague, Montague, for Lancaster !
[lle anıl his forces enter the city. Gl. Thou and thy brother both shall buy
this treason Even with th dearest blood your bodies bear. A. Edu. Tne harder mat b'd, the greater victory :
70 My mind presageth happy gain and conquest.
Enter SOMERSET, with drum and colors. Sam. Somerset, Somerset, for Lancaster !
He and his forces enter the city. Glon. Two of thy name, both Dukes of
Sonerset, Hare sold their lives into the house of York ; and thou shalt be the third if this sword hold.
Enter CLARENCE, with drum and colors. War. And lo, where George of Clarence
sweeps along, Of force enough to bid his brother battle; With whom an uprighit zeal to right prevails
More than the nature of a brother's love Come, Clarence, come ; thou wilt, if Warwick call.
80 Clar. Father of Warwick, know you what this means ?
[ Taking his red rose out of his hat. 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 90 Than Jephthah's, when he sacrificed his daugh
ter. I am so sorry for my trespass made That, to deserve well at my brother's hands, There proclaim myself thy mortal foe, With resolution, wheresoe'er I meet theeAs 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 : 100 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 beloved, Than if thou never hadst deserved our hate. Glou. Velcome, good Clarence; this is brotherlike.
[just ! War. O passing traitor, perjured and unK. Edw. What, Warwick, wilt thou leave
the town and fight? Or shall we beat the stones about thine ears ? Wur. Alas. I am not coop'd here for de
fence ! I will away towards Barnet presently, 110 And bid thee battle, Edward, if thou darest. K. Edw. Yes, Warwick, Edward dares,
and leads the way. Lords, to the field ; Saint George and victory! (Eccunt King Edward and his company.
March. Warwick and his company follow.
SCENE II. A field of battle near Barnet, Alarum and excursions. Enter KING EDEDWARD, bringing forth WARWICK wounded. K. Elv. So, lie thoil there : die thd, and
die our fear; For Warwick was a bug that seard us all. Now, Montagne, sit fast ; I seek for thee, That Warwick's bones may keep thine company.
(Exit. War. Ah, who is nigh ? come come, friend
or foe, And tell me who is victor, York or Warwick ; Why ask ( that ? my mangled body shows, My blood, my want of strength, my sjck heart
shows, That I must yield my body to the earth
And, by my fall, the conquest to my foe. 10 And we are graced with wreaths of victory.
I mean, my lords, those powers that the queen And kept low shrubs from winter's powerful Hath raised in Gallia have arrived our coast These eyes, that now are dimm'd with death's
And, as we hear, march on to fight with us. black veil,
Clar. A little gale will soon disperse that Have been as piercing as the mid-day sun,
10 To search the secret treasons of the world :
And blow it to the source from whence il The wrinkles in my brows, now filled with
The very beams will dry those vapors up, Were liken'd oft to kingly sepulchres ; 20
For every cloud engenders not a storm. For who lived king, but I could dig his grave ?
Glo. The queen is valued thirty thousand And who durst smile when Warwick bent his
And Somerset, with Oxford, fled to her: Lo, now my glory smear'd in dust and blood !
If she have time to breathe be well assured My parks, my walks, my manors that I had, Her faction will be full as strong as ours. Even now forsake me, and of all my lands
K. Edw. We are advertised by our loving Is nothing left me but my body's length.
(bury. Why, what is pomp, rule, reign, but earth and
That they do bold their course toward Tewlsdust?
We, having how the best at Barnet field, 20 And, live we how we can, yet die we must. Will thither straight, for willingness rids way Enter OXFORD and SOMERSET.
And, as we march, our strength will be aug
mented Som. Ah, Warwick, Warwick ! wert thou
In every county as we go along. as we are,
Strike up the drum ; cry Courage!' and We might recover all our loss again : 30
[Eteunt. The queen from France hath brought a puissant power :
SCENE IV. Plains near Tevkisbury. Even now we heard the news : ah, could'st
March. Enter QUEEN MARGARET, PRINCE thon fly! War. Why, then I would not fly. Ah,
EDWARD, SOMERSET, OXFORD, and soldiers. Montague,
Q. Mar. Great lords, wise men ne'er sit ard If thon be there, sweet brother, take iny hand,
wail their loss, And with thy lips keep in my soul awliile ! But cheerly seek how to redre-s their harms. Thou lovest me not; for, brother, if thou didst, What though the must le now blown overThy tears would wasli this cold congealed
The cable broke, the holding-anchor lost, That glues my lips and will not let me speak. And half our sailors swallowd in the flood: Come quickly, Montague, or I am dead.
Yet lives our pilot still. Is't meet that he Som. Ah, Warwick! Montague hath Should leave the helm and like a learful lad breathed his last;
40 With tearful eyes and water to the se! And to the latest gasp cried out for Warwick, And give more strength to that which hath too And said 'Commend me to my valiant bro
[spoke, Whiles, in his moan, the ship splits on the rock And more he would have said, and more he Which industry and courage might have Which soiraded like a clamor in a vault,
saved? That monglit not be distinguished ; but at last Ah, what a shame! ah, what a fünt were this I well might hear, delivered with a groan, Say Warwic! Wits our anchor; what of that: O, farewell, Warwick!'
And Montague our topmast; what of lim? War. Sweet rest his soul ! Fly, lords, and | Our slaughter'd friends the tackles; wlut o save yourselves ;
these? For Warwick bids you all farewell to meet in Why, is not Oxford here another anchor? heaven.
[Dies. And Somerset another goodly mast? Oxf. Away, away, to meet the queen's The friends of France our shrouds and tak
great power ! (Here they bear au ay his lings?
Exeunt. And, though unskilful, why not Ned and I
For once allow'dtheskilful pilot's charge? SCENE III. Another part of the field. We will not from the helm to sit and weep,
But keep our course, though the rough win Flourish. Enter KING EDWARD in triumph,
say no, with GLOUCESTER, CLARENCE, Xd the rest. From shelves and rocks that threaten us will Ķ. Edw. Thus far our fortune keeps an
wreck. povạrd course,
A:9! to chide the waves as speak them fair