Q. Eliz. No, but the loss of his own royal person. Q. Eliz. Ay, almost slain, for he is taken prisoner; And, as I farther have to understand, Is now committed to the bishop of York, Fell Warwick's brother, and by that our foe. K. Edw. Stanley, I will requite thy forwardness. Hunt. Better do so, than tarry and be hang'd. Riv. These news, I must confess, are full of grief; | And pray that I may repossess the crown. Q. Eliz. Till then, fair hope must hinder life's And I the rather wean me from despair, And bear with mildness my misfortune's cross; Q. Eliz. I am inform'd, that he comes towards To set the crown once more on Henry's head: [Excunt. SCENE V.-A Park near Middleham Castle in Enter GLOSTER, HASTINGS, SIR WILLIAM STANLEY, and Glo. Now, my lord Hastings, and Sir William Leave off to wonder why I drew you hither, Thus stands the case: you know, our king, my brother, Is prisoner to the bishop here, at whose hands He shall here find his friends, with horse and men, Enter KING EDWARD and a Huntsman. Hunt. This way, my lord; for this way lies the game. K. Edw. Nay, this way, man: see where the Now, brother of Gloster, lord Hastings, and the rest, Glo. Brother, the time and case requireth haste: Glo. Well guess'd, believe me; for that was my meaning. [Exeunt. SCENE VI. A Room in the Tower. Enter KING HENRY, CLARENCE, WARWICK, SOMERSET, young RICHMOND, OXFORD, MONTAGUE, Lieutenant of the Tower, and Attendants. K. Hen. Master lieutenant, now that God and Have shaken Edward from the regal seat, But if a humble prayer may prevail, I then crave pardon of your majesty. K. Hen. For what, lieutenant? for well using me? War. Your grace hath still been fam'd for virtu- [ous; 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,' Now join your hands, and with your hands your That no dissension hinder government: I make you both protectors of this land; War. What answers Clarence to his sov'reign's Clar. That he consents, if Warwick yield consent; content: We'll yoke together, like a double shadow And, Clarence, now then, it is more than needful, Clar. What else? and that succession be determin'd. 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, Clar. It shall be done, my sov'reign, 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 Messenger. War. What news, my friend? Mess. That Edward is escaped from your brother, And fled, as he hears since, to Burgundy. War. Unsavoury news! but how made he escape? Mess. He was convey'd by Richard duke of Gloster, And the lord Hastings, who attended him In secret ambush on the forest side, And from the bishop's huntsmen rescu'd him; War. My brother was too careless of his charge.- [Exeunt KING HENRY, WARWICK, CLARENCE, Lieutenant, and Attendants. Som. My lord, I like not of this flight of Edward's; For doubtless Burgundy will yield him help, And we shall have more wars before 't be long. As Henry's late presaging prophecy Did glad my heart with hope of this young Richmond, So doth my heart misgive me, in these conflicts Oxf. Ay, for if Edward repossess the crown, SCENE VII.-Before YORK. Enter KING Edward, Gloster, Hastings, and forces. K. Edw. Now, brother Richard, lord Hastings, and the rest, Yet thus far fortune maketh us amends, Gio. The gates made fast!-Brother, I like not this; For many men that stumble at the threshold, K. Edw. Tush, man! abodements must not now affright us: By fair or foul means we must enter in, Hasi. My liege, I'll knock once more to summon them. Enter, on the walls, the Mayor of York and Aldermen. May. My lords, we were forewarnèd of your coming, He'll soon find means to make the body follow. Hast. Why, master mayor, why stand you in a doubt? Open the gates; we are king Henry's friends. open'd. [Exit, with Aldermen, above. Glo. A wise stout captain, and soon persuaded. Hast. The good old man would fain that all were well, So 'twere not 'long of him; but, being enter'd, Re-enter the Mayor and Aldermen, below. K. Edw. So, master mayor: these gates must not be shut, But in the night, or in the time of war. For Edward will defend the town and thee, Drum. Enter MONTGOMERY and forces, marching. K. Edw. Welcome, Sir John! but why come you in arms? Mont. To help king Edward in this 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 I came to serve a king, and not a duke.- [A march begun. SCENE VIII.] THIRD PART OF KING HENRY VI. K. Edw. Nay, stay, Sir John, a while; and we 'll By what safe means the crown may be recover'd. Glo. Why, brother, wherefore stand you on nice K. Edw. When we grow stronger, then we'll make our claim: Till then, 'tis wisdom to conceal our meaning. Hast. Away with scrupulous wit! now arms must rule. Glo. And fearless minds climb soonest unto Brother, we will proclaim you out of hand; K. Edw. Then be it as you will; for 'tis my right, Mont. Ay, now my sov'reign 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 proclamation. [Gives him a paper. Flourish. Sold. [Reads.] "Edward the fourth, by the grace of God, king of England and France, and lord of Ireland, &c. Mont. And whosoe'er gainsays king Edward's By this I challenge him to single fight. If fortune serve me, I'll requite this kindness. and We'll forward towards Warwick, and his mates; Come on, brave soldiers; doubt not of the day; SCENE VIII.-LONDON. Flourish. [Exeunt. A Room in the Palace. Enter KING HENRY, WARWICK, CLARENCE, War. What counsel, lords? Edward from Belgia, Oxf. Let's levy men, and beat him back again. War. In Warwickshire I have true-hearted friends, Shalt stir up in Suffolk, Norfolk, and in Kent, K. Hen. Farewell, my Hector, and my Troy's Clar. In sign of truth, I kiss your highness' hand. Mont. Comfort, my lord;-and so, I take my Oxf. [Kissing HENRY's hand.] And thus I seal K. Hen. Sweet Oxford, and my loving Montague, [Exeunt WAR. CLAR. OXF. and MONT. Exe. The doubt is, that he will seduce the rest. I have not stopp'd mine ears to their demands, [Shout within. "A Lancaster! A Lancaster!" Exe. Hark, hark, my lord!-what shouts are these? Enter KING EDWARD, GLOSTER, and Soldiers. And once again proclaim us king of England.- Glo. Away betimes, before his forces join, ACT V. SCENE I.-Coventry. Enter, upon the walls, WARWICK, the Mayor of Coventry, two Messengers, and others. War. Where is the post that came from valiant Oxford? How far hence is thy lord, mine honest fellow? I 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 son? 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, GLOSTER, and forces. K. Edw. Go, trumpet, to the walls, and sound a parle. Glo. 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? War. Nay, rather, wilt thou draw thy forces hence, Confess who set thee up and pluck'd thee down? [king; War. Is not a dukedom, Sir, a goodly gift? Glo. Ay, by my faith, for a poor earl to give: I'll do thee service for so good a gift. War. 'Twas I that gave the kingdom to thy brother. K. Edw. Why, then, 'tis mine, if but by Warwick'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,— What is the body, when the head is off? Glo. 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. Edw. 'Tis even so; yet you are Warwick still. Glo. Come, Warwick, take the time; kneel down, kneel down: Nay, when? strike now, or else the iron cools. This hand, fast wound about thy coal-black hair, more. Enter OXFORD, with forces, drum, and colours. War. O cheerful colours! see where Oxford comes. Oxf. Oxford, Oxford, for Lancaster! [He and his forces enter the city. Even with the dearest blood your bodies bear. Enter SOMERSET, with forces, drum, and colours. [He and his forces enter the city. Glo. 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 forces, drum, and colours. War. And lo, where George of Clarence sweeps along, Of force enough to bid his brother battle; [GLOSTER and CLARENCE whisper. Come, Clarence, come; thou wilt, if Warwick call. Clar. Father of Warwick, know you what this means? [Taking the 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, War. wick, That Clarence is so harsh, so blunt, unnatural, And, Richard, do not frown upon my faults, K. Edw. Now welcome more, and ten times more belov'd, Than if thou never hadst deserv'd our hate. Glo. Welcome, good Clarence; this is brotherlike. 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 defence! K. Edw. Yes, Warwick, Edward dares, and leads the way. Lords, to the field; Saint George, and victory! [March. Exeunt. SCENE II-A Field of Battle near BARNET. Alarums and Excursions. Enter KING EDWARD, bringing in WARWICK wounded. K. Edw. So, lie thou there: die thou, and die our fear; For Warwick was a bug that fear'd us all.— [Exit. War. Ah, who is nigh? come to me, friend or foe, And tell me who is victor, York or Warwick? Have been as piercing as the mid-day sun, Enter OXFORD and SOMERSet. Som. Ah, Warwick, Warwick! wert thou as we We might recover all our loss again: [are, The queen from France hath brought a puissant power; Even now we heard the news: ah, could'st thou fly! War. Why, then I would not fly.-Ah, Montague, If thou be there, sweet brother, take my hand, And we are grac'd with wreaths of victory. I mean, my lords, those powers that the queen Clar. A little gale will soon disperse that cloud, Glo. The queen is valu'd thirty thousand strong, And Somerset, with Oxford, fled to her: If she have time to breathe, be well assur'd, Her faction will be full as strong as ours. K. Edw. We are advértis'd by our loving friends, That they do hold their course toward Tewksbury: We, having now the best at Barnet field, Will thither straight, for willingness rids way; And, as we march, our strength will be augmented In every county as we go along.Strike up the drum; cry-Courage! and away. [Flourish. Exeunt. SCENE IV.-Plains near TEWKSBURY. March. Enter QUEEN MARGARET, PRINCE EDWARD, SOM. ERSET, OXFORD, and Soldiers. Q. Mar. Great lords, wise men ne'er sit and wail their loss, But cheerly seek how to redress their harms. |