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I'll plant Plantagenet, root him up who dares :- York. Will you, we show our title to the crown? Resolve thee, Richard; claim the English crown. • If not, our swords shall plead it in the field. (Warwick leads York to the throne, who seats K. Hen. What title hast thou, traitor, to the himself.
crown? Flourish. Enter King Henry, Clifford, Northum Thy father was, as thou art, duke of York;
berland, Westmoreland, Exeter, and others, with Thy grandfather, Roger Mortimer, earl of March : red roses in their hats.
am the son of Henry the Fifth,
Who made the dauphin and the French to stoop, K. Hen. My lords, look where the sturdy rebel sits, And seiz’d upon their towns and provinces. Even in the chair of state! belike, he means War. Talk not of France, sith'thou hast lost it all. (Back'd by the power of Warwick, that false peer) K. Hen. The lord protector lost it, and not I; To aspire unto the crown, and reign as king: - When I was crown'd, 'I was but nine months old. Earl of Northumberland, he slew thy father ;- Rich. You are old enough now, and yet, methinks And thine, lord Clifford; and you both have vow'd
you lose :revenge
Father, tear the crown from the usurper's head. On him, his sons, his favourites, and his friends. Edw. Sweet father, do so; set it on your head.
North. If I be not, heavens, be reveng'don me! Mont. Good brother, (To York.) as thou lov'st Clif. The hope thereof makes Clifford mourn in and honour'st arms, steel.
Let's fight it out, and not stand cavilling thus. West. What, shall we suffer this? let's pluck him Rich. Sound drums and trumpets, and the king
down : • My heart for anger burns, I cannot brook it. York. Sons, peace!
K. Hen. Be patient, gentle earlof Westmoreland. K. Hen. Peace thou! and give king Henry leave Clif. Patience is for poltroons, and such as he;
to speak He durst not sit there had your father liv d. War Plantagenet shall speak first :-hear him, My gracious lord, here in the parliainent
lords; Let us assail the family of York.
And be you silent and attentive too, North. Well hast thou spoken, cousin; be it so. For he, that interrupts him, shall not live.
K. Hen. Ah, know you not, the city favours them, • K. Hen. Think'st thou, that I will leave my And they have troops of soldiers at their beck?
kingly throne, Exe. But when the duke is slain,
they'll quickly fly: Wherein my grandsire, and my father, sat? K. Hen. Far be the thought of this from Henry's No: first shall war unpeople this my realm; heart,
Ay, and their colours-often borne in France; To make a shambles of the parliament-house! And now in England, to our heart's great sorrow, Cousin of Exeter, frowns, words, and threats, Shall be my winding sheet.—Why faint you, lords? Shall be the war that Henry means to use. • My title's good, and better far than his.
(They advance to the Duke. War. But prove it, Henry, and thou shalt be king. Thou factious duke of York, descend my throne, K. Hen. Henry the Fourth by conquest got the And kneel for grace and mercy at my feet; I am thy sovereign.
York. 'Twas by rebellion against his king. York.
Thou art deceiv'd, I am thine. K. Hen. I know not what to say ; my title's weak. Exe. For shame, come down; he made thee duke Tell me, may not a king adopt an heir of York.
York. What then? York. 'Twas my inheritance, as the earldom was. *K. Hen. An if he may, then am I lawful king : Exe. Thy father was a traitor to the crown. For Richard, in the view of many lords,
War. Exeter, thou art a traitor to the crown, Resign'd the crown to Henry the fourth; In following this usurping Henry.
Whose heir my father was, and I am his. Clif. Whom should be follow, but his natural York. He rose against him, being his sovereign, king?
And made him to resign his crown perforce. War. True, Clifford; and that's Richard, duke War. Suppose, my lords, he did it unconstrain'd, of York.
Think you, 'twere prejudicial to his crown ?2 • K. Hen. And shall I stand, and thou sit in my Exe: No; for he could not so resign his crown, throne?
But that the next heir should succeed and reign. • York. It must and shall be so. Content thyself. K. Hen. Art thou against us, duke of Exeter? War. Be duke of Lancaster, let him be king. Exe. His is the right, and therefore pardon me.
West. He is both king and duke of Lancaster : * York. Why whisper you, my lords, and answer And that the lord of Westmoreland shall maintain.
not? War. And Warwick shall disprove it. You forget, Exe. My conscience tells me he is lawful king. That we are those, which chas'd you from the field, K. Hen. All will revolt from me, and turn to him. And slew your fathers, and with colours spread North. Plantagenet, for all the claim thou lay'st, March'd through the city to the palace gates. Think not, that Henry shall be so depos'd.
“North. Yes, Warwick, I remember it to my grief; • War. Depos'd he shall be, in despite of all. And, by his soul, thou and thy house shall rue it. North. Thou art deceiv'd: 'tis not thy southern *West. Plantagenet, of thee, and these thy sons,
power, Thy kinsmen, and thy friends, I'll have more lives, |. Of Essex, Norfolk, Suffolk, nor of Kent,Than drops of blood were in my father's veins. Which makes thee thus presumptuous and proud, Clif. Urge it no more; lest that, instead of can set the duke up, in despite of me. words,
Clif. King Henry, be thy title right or wrong, I send thee, Warwick, such a messenger, Lord Clifford vows to fight in thy defence : As shall revenge his death, before I stir. May that ground gape, and swallow me alive, • War. Poor Clifford! how I scorn his worth-|| Where I shall kneel to him that slew my father! less threats!
(2) i. e. Detrimental to the general rights of (1) Since.
• K. Hen. O Clifford, how thy words revive my Q. Mar. Nay, go not from me, I will follow heart!
thee. York. Henry of Lancaster, resign thy crown : K. Hen. Be patient, gentle queen, and I will What mutter you, or what conspire you, lords ?
stay War. Do right unto this princely duke of York ; Q. Mar.'Who can be patient in such extremes ? Or I will fill the house with armed men, * Ah, wretched man! would I had died a maid, And, o'er the chair of state, where now he sits, And never seen thee, never borne thee son, Write up his title with usurping blood.
Seeing thou hast prov'd so unnatural a father! (He stamps, and the soldiers show themselves. Hath he deserv'd to lose his birthright thus? • R. Hen. My lord of Warwick, hear me but * Hadst thou but lor'd him half so well as I; one word ;
Or felt that pain which I did for him once; • Let me, for this my life-time, reign as king. * Or nourish'd him, as I did with my blood;
York. Confirm the crown to me, and to mine heirs, \ * Thou wouldst have left thy dearest heart-blood And thou shalt reign in quiet whilst thou liv'st.
there, K. Hen. I am content: Richard Plantagenet, * Rather than made that savage duke thine heir, Enjoy the kingdom after my decease.
And disinherited thine only son. Clif. What wrong is this unto the prince your son? * Prince. Father, you cannot disinherit me: War. What good is this to England, and himself? | *If you be king, why should not I succeed? West. Base, fearful, and despairing Henry! * K. Hen. Pardon me, Margaret ;-pardon me, Clif. How hast thou injured both thyself and us!
sweet son ; West. I cannot stay to hear these articles. The earl of Warwick, and the duke, enforc'd North. Nor I. Clif. Come, cousin, let us tell the queen these * Q. Mar. Enforc'd thee! art thou king, and
wilt be forc'd ? * West. Farewell, faint-hearted and degenerate I shame to hear thee speak. Ah, timorous wretch! king,
Thou hast undone thyself, thy son, and me; In whose cold blood no spark of honour 'bides. | And given unto the house of York such head,
North. Be thou a prey unto the house of York, * As thou shalt reign but by their sufferance. . And die in bands for this unmanly deed! * To entail him and his heirs unto the crown,
Clif. In dreadful war may'st thou be overcome! * What is it, but to make thy sepulchre, Or live in peace, abandon'd, and despis'd! And creep into it far before thy time! (Exeunt North. Cliff
, and West. * Warwick is chancellor, and the lord of Calais; * War. Turn this way, Henry, and regard them Stern Faulconbridge commands the narrow seas;
The duke is made protector of the realm; Exe. They seek revenge, and therefore will not. And yet shalt thou be safe? * such safety finds yield.
* The trembling lamb, environed with wolves. K. Hen. Ah, Exeter!
Had I been there, which am a silly woman, War. Why should you sigh, my lord: "The soldiers should have toss'd me on their pikes, K. Hen. Not for myself, lord Warwick, but my. Before I would have granted to that act, son,
* But thou preferr'st thy life before thine honour: Whom I unnaturally shall disinherit.
* And seeing thou dost, I here divorce myself, But, be it as it may :- I here entail
Both from thy table, Henry, and thy bed, • The crown to thee, and to thine heirs for ever; * Until that act of parliament be repeal'd, Conditionally, that here thou take an oath Whereby my son is disinherited. To cease this civil war, and, whilst I live, The northern lords, that have forsworn thy colours, To honour me as thy king and sovereign; Will follow mine, if once they see them spread: * And neither by treason, nor hostility,
* And spread they shall be; to thy foul disgrace, * To seek
to put me down, and reign thyself. And utter ruin of the house of York. York. This oath I willingly take, and will per-|Thus do I leave thee :-Come, son, let's away;
form. Coming from the throne. Our army's ready; come, we'll after them. War. Long live king Henry Plantagenet, em K. Hen. Stay, gentle Margaret, and hear me brace him.
speak. • K. Hen. And long live thou, and these thy for Q. Mar. Thou hast spoke too much already; get
ward sons ! York. Now York and Lancaster are reconcil'd. K. Hen. Gentle son Edward, thou wilt stay with Exe. Accurs'd be he, that seeks to make them
me? foes! (Senet. The lords come forward. Q. Mar. Ay, to be murder'd by his enemies. • York. Farewell, my gracious lord; I'll to my Prince. When I return with victory from the castle.
field, War. And I'll keep London, with my soldiers. I'll see your grace: till then, I'll follow her. Norf. And I to Norfolk, with my followers. Q. Mar. Come, son, away; we may not linger Mont. And I unto the sea, from whence I came. thus. Exe. Queen Mar, and the Prince. [Excunt York, and his Sons, Warwick, Norfolk, • K. Hen. Poor queen! how love to me, and to
Montague, Soldiers, and Attendants. * K. Hen. And I, with grief and sorrow, to the Hath made her break out into terms of rage ! court.
• Reveng'd may she be on that hateful duke; Enter Queen Margaret and the Prince of Wales. * Will cost my crown, and, like an empty eagle,
* Whose haughty spirit, winged with desire, Exe. Here comes the queen, whose looks bewray | * Tire on the flesh of me, and of my son ! her anger;
* The loss of those three lords torments my heart: I'll steal away.
* I'll write unto them, and entreat them fair; K. Hen. Exeter, so will I. [Going. I * Come, cousin, you shall be the messenger.
* Exe. And I, I hope, shall reconcile them all. (1) Betray, discover. (2) Peck.
(Exeunt. VOL II,
SCENE II.-A room in Sandal Castle, near||' Edward and Richard, you shall stay with me;
Wakefield, in Yorkshire. Enter Edward, Rich-|| My brother Montague shall post to London: ard, and Montague.
* Let noble Warwick, Cobham, and the rest, • Rich. Brother, though I be youngest, give me
* Whom we have left protectors of the king,
* With powerful policy strengthen themselves, Edw. No, I can better play the orator.
* And trust not simple Henry, nor his oaths. Mont. But I have reasons strong and forcible.
* Mont. Brother, I go; I'll win them, fear it not
* And thus most humbly I do take my leave. (Ex. Enter York.
Enter Sir John and Sir Hugh Mortimer. • York. Why, how now, sons and brother, at a strife?
York. Sir John, and sir Hugh Mortimer, inine
uncles ! • What is your quarrel ? how began it first?
• Edw. No quarrel, but a slight contention. - You are come to Sandal in a happy hour; York. About what?
The army of the queen mean to besiege us. · Rich. About that which concerns your grace,
Sir John. She shall not need, we'll meet her in
the field. • The crown of England, father, which is yours.
• York. What, with five thousand men ? • York. Mine, boy? not till king Henry be dead. Rich. Ay, with five hundred, father, for a need. * Rich. Your right depends not on his life, or|| A woman's general; what should we fear? death.
(A march afar off * Edw. Now you are heir, therefore enjoy it now:
• Edw. I hear their drums; let's set our men in * By giving the house of Lancaster leave to breathe, |. And issue forth, and bid them battle straight. * It will outrun you, father, in the end. • York. I took an oath, that he should quietly • York. Five men to twenty though the odds
reign. • Edw. But, for a kingdom, any oath may bell: I doubt not, uncle, of our victory. broken :
Many a battle have I won in France, • I'd break a thousand oaths, to reign one year.
“When as the enemy hath been ten to one ; • Rich. No; God forbid, your grace should be. Why should I not now have the like success? forsworn.
[Alarum. Exeunt. York. I shall be, if I claim by open war. SCENE III.—Plains near Sandal Castle. Alar. Rich. I'll prove the contrary, if you'll hear me
ums: Excursions. Enter Rutland, and his speak.
Tutor. • York. Thou canst not, son; it is impossible. • Rich. An oath is of no moment, being not took
• Rut. Ah, whither shall I fly to 'scape their
hands ? • Before a true and lawful magistrate, • That hath authority over him that swears :
Ah, tutor! look, where bloody Clifford comes ! • Henry had none, but did usurp the place;
Enter Clifford, and Soldiers. • Then, seeing 'twas he that made you to depose, • Your oath, my lord, is vain and frivolous.
Clif. Chaplain, away! thy priesthood saves thy • Therefore, to arms. * And, father, do but think,|| As for the brat of this accursed duke,
life. * How sweet a thing it is to wear a crown; * Within whose circuit is Elysium,
Whose father slew my father,-he shall die. * And all that poets feign of bliss and joy.
Tut. And I, my lord, will bear him company. * Why do we linger thus ? I cannot rest,
Clif. Soldiers, away with him. * Until the white rose, that I wear, be died
Tut. Ah, Clifford ! murder not this innocent * Even in the lukewarm blood of Henry's heart.
child, • York. Richard, enough; I will be king, or
· Lest thou be hat both of God and man. die.
[Exit, forced off by Soldiers • Brother, thou shalt to London presently,
Clif. How now! is he dead already? Or, is it fear, * And whet on Warwick to this enterprise.—
That makes him close his eyes ?-I'll open them. Thou, Richard, shalt unto the duke of Norfolk,
Rut. So looks the pent-up lion o'er the wretch * And tell him privily of our intent.
That trembles under his devouring paws: You, Edward, shall unto my lord Cobham,
And so he walks, insulting o'er his prey; With whom the Kentish-men will willingly rise :
"And so he comes to rend his limts asunder.• In them I trust; for they are soldiers,
* Ah, gentle Clifford, kill me with thy sword, • Wittyl and courteous, liberal, full of spirit.
And not with such a cruel threat'ning look. While you are thus employ'd, what resteth more, Sweet Clifford, hear me speak before I die ;• But that I seek occasion how to rise ;
am too mean a subject for thy wrath, • And yet the king not privy to my drift,
Be thou reveng'd on men, and let me live. • Nor any of the house of Lancaster?
Clif. In vain thou speak'st, poor boy; my father's
blood Enter a Messenger.
Hath stopp'd the passage where thy words should • But, stay; What news? Why com’st thou in such
Rut. Then let my father's blood open it again; • Mess. The queen, with all the northern earls He is a man, and, Clifford, cope with him. and lords,
Clif. Had I thy brethren here, their lives, and • Intend here to besiege you in your castle :
thine, . She is hard by with twenty thousand men; Were not revenge sufficient for me; • And therefore fortify your hold, my lord. No, if I digg'd up thy forefathers' graves, * York. Ay, with my sword. What! think'st|| And hung their rotten coffins up in chains, thou, that we fear them?
It could not slake mine ire, nor ease my heart.
The sight of any of the house of York (1) of sound judgment.
| Is as a fury to torment my soul;
• And till I root out their accursed line,
Why come you not? what! multitudes, and fear? * And leave not one alive, I live in hell.
Clif. So cowards fight, when they can fly no Therefore
(Lifting his hand.
further; Rut. O, let me pray before I take my death :- So doves do peck the falcon's piercing talons ; To thee I pray; Sweet Clifford, pity me! So desperate thieves, all hopeless of their lives,
Clif. Such pity as my rapier's point affords. Breathe out invectives 'gainst the officers. • Řut. I never did thee harm; Why wilt thou York. O, Clifford, but bethink thee once again, slay me?
* And in thy thought o'er-run my former time : Clif. Thy father hath.
* And, if thou canst for blushing, view this face; Rut.
But 'twas ere I was born. || And bite thy tongue, that slanders him with Thou hast one son, for his sake pity me;
cowardice, Lest, in revenge thereof,-sith God is just,- · Whose frown hath made thee faint and fly ere this. He be as miserably slain as I.
Clif. I will not bandy with thee word for word; Ah, let me live in prison all my days;
But buckle with thee blows, twice two for one. And when I give occasion of offence,
[Draws. Then let me die, for now thou hast no cause. R. Mar. Hold, valiant Clifford! for a thousand
Clif. No cause?
(Clifford stabs him. Wrath makes him deaf: speak thou, NorthumbesRut. Dü faciant, laudis summa sit ista tuæ !?
(Dies. North. Hold, Clifford; do not honour him so Clif. Plantagenet ! I come, Plantagenet !
much, And this thy son's blood cleaving to my blade, To prick thy finger, though to wound his heart: Shall rust upon my weapon, till thy blood, What valour were it, when a cur doth grin, Congeald with this, do make me wipe off both. For one to thrust his hand between his teeth,
(Exit. When he might spurn him with his foot away? SCENE IV.—The same. Alarum. Enter York. It is war's prize to take all vantages;
* And ten to one is no impeach of valour. • York. The army of the queen hath got the field: My uncles both are slain in rescuing me;
[They lay hands on York, who struggles. * And all my followers to the eager foe
Clif. Ay, ay, so strives the woodcock with the gin.
North. So doth the coney struggle in the net. • Turn back, and fly, like ships before the wind,
(York is taken prisoner. Or lambs pursu'd by hunger-starved wolves.
York. So triumph thieves upon their conquer'd • My sons-God knows, what hath bechanced them: But this I know,--they have demean'd themselves | So true mens yield, with robbers so o'er-match'd.
booty; Like men born to renown, by life, or death.
North. What would your grace have done unto • Three times did Richard make a lane to me;
him now? And thrice cried,--Courage, father! fight it out! • And full as oft came Edward to my side,
Q. Mar. Brave warriors, Clifford, and Northum
berland, With purple falchion, painted to the hilt
Come, make him stand upon this mole-hill here; • In blood of those that had encounter'd him :
· That raught at mountains with outstretched arms, * And when the hardiest warriors did retire, Richard cried, -Charge! and give no foot of *What! was it you, that would be England's king?
Yet parted but the shadow with his hand. ground! * And cried, -A crown, or else a glorious tomb! || And made a preachment of your high descent?
Was't you that revell'd in our parlianient, A sceptre, or an earthly sepulchre !
Where are your mess of sons to back you now; With this we charg'd again : but, out, alas!
The wanton Edward, and the lusty George? • We bodg'd: again; as I have seen a swan . And where's that valiant crook-back prodigy, • With bootless labour swim against the tide, And spend her strength with over-matching waves. Was wont to cheer his dad in mutinies
Dicky your boy, that, with his grumbling voice, (A short alarum within. Or, with the rest, where is your darling Rutland? • Ah, bark! the fatal followers do pursue ;
Look, York; I stain'd this napkin7 with the blood * And I am faint, and cannot fly their fury: That valiant Clifford, with his rapier's point, • And, were I strong, I would not shun their fury : Made issue from the bosom of the boy : • The sands are nurnber'd, that make up my life; || And, if thine eyes can water for his death, • Here must I stay, and here my life must end.
I give thee this to dry thy cheeks withal. Enter Queen Margaret, Clifford, Northumberland, Alas, poor York! but that I hate thee deadly, and Soldiers.
I should lament thy miserable state. Come, bloody Clifford, -rough Northumberland,-
I pr’ythee, grieve, to make me merry, York: • I dare your quenchless fury to more rage;
Stamp, rave, and fret, that I may sing and dance. • I am your butt, and I abide your shot.
What, hath thy fiery heart so parch'd thine entrails, North. Yield to our mercy, proud Plantagenet. That not a tear can fall for Rutland's death? Clif. Ay, to such mercy, as his ruthless arm,
* Why art thou patient, man? thou should'st be mad; With downright payment, show'd unto my father. Thou would'st be fee'd, I see, to make me sport;
* And I, to make thee mad, do mock thee thus. Now Phaeton hath tumbled from his car, And made an evening at the noontide prick.4
York cannot speak, unless he wear a crown.York. My ashes, as the phoenix, may bring forth | A crown for York; and, lords, bow low to him.• A bird that will revenge upon you alt:
Hold you his hands, whilst I do set it on.* And, in that hope, I throw mine eyes to heaven,
(Putting a paper crown on his head. Scorning whate'er you can afflict me with.
(3) i. e. We boggled, made bad or bungling work (1) Since.
of our attempt to rally. (2) Heaven grant this may be your greatest boast. (4) Noontide point on the dial. (5) Honest men.
Ovid. Epist. (6) Reached. (7) Handkerchief.
Ay, marry, sir, now looks he like a king! And I with tears do wash the blood away.
(He gives back the handkerchief. But how is it that great Plantagenet
And, if thou tell'st the heavy story right, Is crown'd so soon, and broke his solemn oath ? Upon my soul, the hearers will shed tears; As I bethink me, you should not be king, Yea, even my foes will shed fast-falling tears, Till our king Henry had shook hands with death. And say,-Alas, it was a piteous deed And will you palel your head in Henry's glory, There, take the crown, and, with the crown, my And rob his temples of the diadem, Now in his life, against your holy oath?
And, in thy need, such comfort come to thee, O, 'tis a fault too too unpardonable !
As now I reap at thy too cruel hand Off with the crown ; and, with the crown, his head ; || Hard-hearted Clifford, take me from the world; And, whilst we breathe, take time to do him dead.2 | My soul to heaven, my blood upon your heads !
Clif. That is my office, for my father's sake. North. Had be been slaughter-man to all my kin, Q. Mar. Nay, stay; let's hear the orisons he lI should not for my life but weep with him, makes.
To see how inly sorrow gripes his soul. York. She-wolf of France, but worse than Q. Mar. What, weeping-ripe, my lord Northumwolves of France,
berland? • Whose tongue more poisons than the adder's tooth! || Think but upon the wrong he did us all, How ill-beseeming is it in thy sex,
And that will quickly dry thy melting tears. To triumph like an Amazonian trull,
Clif. Here's for my oath, here's for my father's • Upon their woes, whom fortune captivates ?
(Stabbing him. But that thy face is, visor-like, unchanging, Q. Mar. And here's to right our gentle-hearted Made impudent with use of evil deeds,
(Stabbing him. I would assay, proud queen, to make thee blush: York. Open thy gate of mercy, gracious God! To tell thee whence inou cam’st, of whom deriv'd, || My soul flies through these wounds to seek out Were shame enough to shame thee, wert thou not
Q. Mar. Off with his head, and set it on York Thy father bears the type of king of Naples,
gates; of both the Sicils, and Jerusalem ;
So York may overlook the town of York. (Exeunt. Yet not so wealthy as an English yeoman. Hath that poor monarch taught thee to insult? It needs not, nor it boots thee not, proud queen; Unless the adage must be verified,
ACT II. That beggars, mounted, run their horse to death. 'Tis beauty, that doth oft make women proud;
SCENE I:-A plain near Mortimer's Cross, in But, God he knows, thy share thereof is small :
Herefordshire. Drums. Enter Edward, and 'Tis virtue, that doth make them most admir'd;
Richard, with their forces, marching. The contrary doth make thee wonder'd at: * Edw. I wonder, how our princely father 'scap'd; 'Tis government, that makes them seem divine; * Or whether he be 'scap'd away, or no, The want thereof makes thee abominable: * From Clifford's and Northumberland's pursuit ; Thou art as opposite to every good,
* Had he been ta'en, we should have heard the As the Antipodes are unto us, Or as the south to the septentrion.5
Had he been slain, we should have heard the news; O, tiger's heart, wrapp'd in a woman's hide! * Or, had he 'scap'd, methinks, we should have How could'st thou drain the life-blood of the child,
heard To bid the father wipe his eyes withal,
* The happy tidings of his good escape.. And yet be seen to bear a woman's face? | How fares my brother? why is he so sad? Women are soft, mild, pitiful, and flexible; Rich. I cannot joy, until I be resolv'd • Thou, stern, obdurate, Alinty, rough, remorseless. Where our right valiant father is become. • Bid'st thou me rage? why, now thou hast thy wish: || I saw him in the battle range about; • Would'st have me weep? why, now thou hast thy||And watch'd him, how he singled Clifford forth.
· Methought, he bore him? in the thickest troop, • For raging wind blows up incessant showers, As doth a lion in a herd of neat:8 And, when the rage allays, the rain begins. * Or as a bear, encompass'd round with dogs; These tears are my sweet Rutland's obsequies ; * Who having pinch'd a few, and made them cry, • And every drop cries vengeance for his death, - * The rest stand all aloof, and bark at him. ''Gainst thee, fell Clifford, -and thee, false French- l * So far'd our father with his enemies;
• So fled his enemies my warlike father; North. Beshrew me, but his passions move me so, I. Methinks, 'tis prize enough to be his son. That hardly can I check my eyes from tears. See, how the morning opes her golden gates,
York. That face of his the hungry cannibals And takes her farewell of the glorious sun !9 Would not have touch'd, would not have staindl * How well resembles it the prime of youth, with blood :
* Trimm'd like a younker, prancing to his love! But you are more inhuman, more inexorable, Edw. Dazzle mine eyes, or do I see three suns ? O, ten times more,-than tigers of Hyrcania. Rich. Three glorious suns, each one a perfect See, ruthless queen, a hapless father's tears : This cloth thou dipp’dst in blood of my sweet boy,|| Not separated with the racking clouds, 10 (1) Impale, encircle with a crown.
(7) Demeaned himself. (2) Kill him. (3) The distinguishing mark. (8) Neat cattle ; cows, oxen, &c.
(4) Government, in the language of the time, sig- (9) Aurora takes for a time her farewell of the sun nified evenness of temper, and decency of manners. | when she dismisses him to his diurnal course. (5) The north. (6) Sufferings.
(10) i.e. The clouds in rapid tumultuary motion