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Fly, lords, and save yourselves; for Warwick bids
[Exeunt, bearing off WARWICK's body.
SCENE III. Another Part of the Field. Flourish.
Enter King EDWARD in triumph ; with CLARENCE,
GLOSTER, and the rest. K. Edw. Thus far our fortune keeps an upward
course, . And we are graced with wreaths of victory. · But, in the midst of this bright-shining day, • I spy a black, suspicious, threatening cloud, · That will encounter with our glorious sun, - Ere he attain his easeful, western bed ; · I mean, my lords,—those powers, that the queen · Hath raised in Gallia, have arrived' our coast, And, as we hear, march on to fight with us.
* Clar. A little gale will soon disperse that cloud, * And blow it to the source from whence it came. * Thy very beams will dry those vapors up; * For every cloud engenders not a storm.
* Glo. The queen is valued thirty thousand strong, • And Somerset, with Oxford, fled to her; • If she have time to breathe, be well assured, Her faction will be full as strong as ours.
K. Edw. We are advertised by our loving friends, That they do hold their course towards 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.
Exeunt. SCENE IV. Plains near Tewksbury. March.
1 Arrived is here used in an active form.
Enter QUEEN MARGARET, PRINCE EDWARD, SOMERSET,
OXFORD, and Soldiers.
Should leave the helm, and, like a fearful lad, * With tearful eyes add water to the sea, . And give more strength to that which hath too much ; * Whiles, in his moan, the ship splits on the rock, * Which industry and courage might have saved ? * Ah, what a shame! ah, what a fault were this! • Say, Warwick was our anchor; what of that? • And Montague our top-mast; what of him? · Our slaughtered friends the tackles; what of these?
Why, is not Oxford here another anchor ? · And Somerset another goodly mast ? • The friends of France our shrouds and tacklings?
And, though unskilful, why not Ned and I · For once allowed the skilful pilot's charge ? • We will not from the helm, to sit and weep; * But keep our course, though the rough wind say—no, * From shelves and rocks that threaten us with wreck. * As good to chide the waves, as speak them fair. * And what is Edward, but a ruthless sea ? * What Clarence, but a quicksand of deceit ? * And Richard, but a ragged, fatal rock ? * All these the enemies to our poor bark. * Say, you can swim; alas, 'tis but a while :
1 This speech, in the original play, is expressed in eleven lines. Malone thinks its extraordinary expansion into thirty-seven lines a decisive proof that the old play was the production of some writer who preceded Shakspeare.
* Tread on the sand; why, there you quickly sink : * Bestride the rock; the tide will wash you off, * Or else you famish ; that's a threefold death. * This speak I, lords, to let you understand, * In case some one of you would fly from us, * That there's no hoped for mercy with the brothers, * More than with ruthless waves, with sands, and rocks. * Why, courage, then! what cannot be avoided, * "Twere childish weakness to lament, or fear.
* Prince. Methinks a woman of this valiant spirit, Should, if a coward heard her speak these words, * Infuse his breast with magnanimity, * And make him, naked, foil a man at arms. · I speak not this as doubting any here. • For, did I but suspect a fearful man, · He should have leave to go away betimes; · Lest, in our need, he might infect another, • And make him of like spirit to himself.
If any such be here, as God forbid ! · Let him depart, before we need his help.
Oxf. Women and children of so high a courage ! And warriors faint! why, 'twere perpetual shame.• 0, brave young prince! thy famous grandfather Doth live again in thee. Long mayst thou live, To bear his image, and renew his glories !
· Som. And he, that will not fight for such a hope, • Go home to bed, and like the owl by day, • If he arise, be mocked and wondered at. * Q. Mar. Thanks, gentle Somerset ;-sweet Ox
ford, thanks. * Prince. And take his thanks, that yet hath noth
Enter a Messenger. · Mess. Prepare you, lords, for Edward is at hand, Ready to fight; therefore be resolute.
Oxf. I thought no less ; it is his policy, • To haste thus fast, to find us unprovided.
Som. But he's deceived; we are in readiness.
Q. Mar. This cheers my heart, to see your forward
Oxf. Here pitch our battle; hence we will not budge.
March. Enter, at a distance, King EDWARD, CLAR
ENCE, GLOSTER, and Forces. K. Edw. Brave followers, yonder stands the thorny
wood, Which, by the Heavens' assistance, and your strength, • Must by the roots be hewn up yet ere night. * I need not add more fuel to your fire, * For well I wot ye blaze to burn them out. * Give signal to the fight, and to it, lords.
Q. Mar. Lords, knights, and gentlemen, what I
My tears gainsay; for every word I speak, • Ye see, I drink the water of mine eyes. • Therefore, no more but this :-Henry, your sovereign, · Is prisoner to the foe; his state usurped, · His realm a slaughter-house, his subjects slain, · His statutes cancelled, and his treasure spent ; · And yonder is the wolf that makes this spoil. • You fight in justice; then, in God's name, lords, • Be valiant, and give signal to the fight.
[Exeunt both Armies.
SCENE V. Another part of the same.
Alarums : Excursions : and afterwards a retreat.
Then enter KING EDWARD, CLARENCE, GLOSTER, and Forces; with QUEEN MARGARET, OXFORD, and SOMERSET, prisoners.
· K. Edw. Now, here a period of tumultuous broils. Away with Oxford to Hammes castle 1 straight : For Somerset, off with his guilty head. Go, bear them hence; I will not hear them speak.
1 A castle in Picardy, where Oxford was confined for many years.
Oxf. For my part, I'll not trouble thee with words.
[Exeunt Oxf. and Som., guarded. Q. Mar. So part we sadly in this troublous world, * To meet with joy in sweet Jerusalem. *K. Edw. Is proclamation made,—that who finds
Edward, * Shall have a high reward, and he his life?
* Glo. It is; and lo, where youthful Edward comes.
Enter Soldiers, with PRINCE EDWARD. * K. Edw. Bring forth the gallant ; let us hear him
speak. * What! can so young a thorn begin to prick ? • Edward, what satisfaction canst thou make, · For bearing arms, for stirring up my subjects, * And all the trouble thou hast turned me to?
Prince. Speak like a subject, proud, ambitious York ! Suppose that I am now my father's mouth; Resign thy chair, and, where I stand, kneel thou, Whilst I propose the self-same words to thee, Which, traitor, thou wouldst have me answer to.
Q. Mar. Ah, that thy father had been so resolved !
· Glo. That you might still have worn the petticoat, And ne'er have stolen the breech from Lancaster.
Prince. Let Æsopi fable in the winter's night; His currish riddles sort not with this place.
Glo. By Heaven, brat, I'll plague you for that word. Q. Mar. Ay, thou wast born to be a plague to men. Glo. For God's sake, take away this captive scold. Prince. Nay, take away this scolding crook-back
rather · K. Edw. Peace, wilful boy, or I will charm your
tongue. Clar. Untutored lad, thou art too malapert. Prince. I know my duty; you are all undutiful.
1 The prince calls Richard Æsop for his crookedness; and the Poet, following nature, makes Richard highly incensed at the reproach.