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Call Edward king, and at his hands beg mercy? Glo. The gates are open, let us enter too. And he shall pardon thee these outrages.

K. Edw. So other foes may set upon our backs. WAR. Nay, rather, wilt thou draw thy forces Stand we in good array; for they, no doubt, hence,

Will issue out again and bid us battle: Confess who set thee up and pluck'd thee down, If not, the city being but of small defence, Call Warwick patron, and be penitent?

We'll quickly rouse the traitors in the same. And thou shalt still remain the duke of York. WAR. O, welcome, Oxford! for we want thy help. Glo. I thought, at least, he would have said

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

Enter MONTAGUE, with Forces, drum, and War. Is not a dukedom, sir, a goodly gift?

colours. Glo. Ay, by my faith, for a poor earl to give :

Mont. Montague, Montague, for Lancaster! I'll do thee service for so good a gift.

[He and his Forces enter the city. WAR. 'Twas I, that gave the kingdom to thy

Glo. Thou and thy brother both shall buy this brother.

treason K. Edw. Why, then 'tis mine, if but by War

Even with the dearest blood your bodies bear. wick's gift.

K. Edw. The harder match'd, the greater vicWar. Thou art no Atlas for so great a weight :

tory : And, weakling, Warwick takes his gift again;

My mind presageth happy gain and conquest. And Henry is my king, Warwick his subject. K. Edw. But Warwick's king is Edward's prisoner :

Enter SOMERSET, with Forces, drum, and And gallant Warwick, do but answer this,

colours. What is the body when the head is off? Glo. Alas, that Warwick had no more forecast,

Som. Somerset, Somerset, for Lancaster! But, whiles he thought to steal the single ten,

[He and his Forces enter the city. The king was slily finger'd from the deck !

Glo. Two of thy name, both dukes of Somerset, You left poor Henry at the bishop's palace,

Have sold their lives unto the house of York; And, ten to one, you'll meet him in the Tower. And thou shalt be the third, if this sword hold. K. Edw. 'Tis even so ; yet you are Warwick still.

Enter CLARENCE, with Forces, drum, and Glo. Come, Warwick, take the time; kneel

colours. down, kneel down : Nay, when ?b strike now, or else the iron cools. War. And lo, where George of Clarence WAR. I had rather chop this hand off at a blow,

sweeps along, And with the other fling it at thy face,

Of force enough to bid his brother battle ; Than bear so low a sail, to strike to thee. With whom an* upright zeal to right prevails, K. Edw. Sail how thou canst, have wind and More than the nature of a brother's love: tide thy friend;

Come, Clarence, come; thou wilt, if Warwick This hand, fast wound about thy coal-black hair,

call. Shall, whiles thy head is warm, and new cut off, CLAR. Father of Warwick, know you what this Write in the dust this sentence with thy blood,

means ? Wind-changing Warwick now can change no more.

[Taking the red rose out of his hat.

Look, here I throw my infamy at thee! Enter OXFORD, with Forces, drum, and colours. I will not ruinate my father's house,

Who gave his blood to lime the stones together, WAR. O cheerful colours ! see, where Oxford And set up Lancaster. Why trow'st thou, Warcomes !

wick, OxF. Oxford, Oxford, for Lancaster !

That Clarence is so harsh, so blunt," unnatural, [He and his Forces enter the city. To bend the fatal instruments of war

a The king was slily finger'd from the deck !] A pack of cards was formerly termed a deck of cards ; thus, in "Selimus, Emperor of the Turks," 1594, quoted by Steevens :-

“Well, if I chance but once to get the deck

To deal about and shuffle as I would." b Nay, when ?] This expression of impatience occurs again in " Richard the Second," and in "The Taming of the Shrew.” See note (f), p. 449, Vol. I. c Taking the red rose out of his hat.] The folio has no stage direc

(*) First folio, in. tion here, and but for "The True Tragedy," which reads, "Sound a Parlie, and Richard and Clarence whispets togither, and then Clarence takes his red Rose out of his hat and throwes it at Warwicke," it would have been difficult to guess what Clarence did on saying,

" Look, here I throw my infamy at thee !" d Blunt,-) That is, dull, insensible,

Against his brother and his lawful king ?

Thus yields the cedar to the axe's edge, Perhaps, thou wilt object my holy oath :

Whose arms gave shelter to the princely eagle, To keep that oath, were more impiety

Under whose shade the ramping lion slept, Than Jephtha’s,* when he sacrific'd his daughter. Whose top-branch overpeerd Jove's spreading I am so sorry for my trespass made,

tree, That, to deserve well at my brother's hands, And kept low shrubs from winter's powerful wind. I here proclaim myself thy mortal foe;

These eyes, that now are dimm’d with death's With resolution, wheresoe'er I meet thee,

black veil, (As I will meet thee, if thou stir abroad,)

Have been as piercing as the mid-day sun, To plague thee for thy foul misleading me. To search the secret treasons of the world : And so proud-hearted Warwick, I defy thee, The wrinkles in my brows, now fill'd with blood, And to my brother turn my blushing cheeks.- Were liken'd oft to kingly sepulchres; Pardon me, Edward, I will make ainends ;- For who liv'd king, but I could dig his grave ? And, Richard, do not frown upon my faults, And who durst smile when Warwick bent his For I will henceforth be no more unconstant.

brow ? K. Edw. Now welcome more,

and ten times Lo, now my glory smear’d in dust and blood ! more belov'd,

My parks, my walks, my manors that I had, Than if thou never hadst desery'd our hate. Even now forsake me; and of all my lands, Glo. Welcome, good Clarence; this is brother- Is nothing left me, but my body's length ! like.

Why, what is pomp, rule, reign, but earth and War. O passing traitor, perjur'd, and unjust!

dust? K. Edw. What, Warwick, wilt thou leave the And, live we how we can, yet die we must.

town, and fight? Or shall we beat the stones about thine ears?

WAR. Alas, I am not coop'd here for defence !
I will away towards Barnet presently,

And bid thee battle, Edward, if thou dar’st.
K. Edw. Yes, Warwick, Edward dares, and

Som. Ah, Warwick, Warwick ! wert thou as leads the way:

we are, Lords, to the field ! saint George, and victory!

We might recover all our loss again! [March. Exeunt.

The queen from France hath brought a puissant

power ; Even now we heard the news: ah, couldst thou

fly! SCENE II.-A Field of Battle near Barnet. War. Why, then I would not fly.—Ah, Mon

tague, Alarums and Excursions. Enter King EDWARD, If thou be there, sweet brother, take my hand, bringing in WARWICK wounded.

And with thy lips keep in my soul awhile !

Thou lov'st me not; for, brother, if thou didst, K. Edw. So, lie thou there : die thou, and die i Thy tears would wash this cold congealed blood, our fear ;

That glues my lips, and will not let me speak. For Warwick was a bug, that fear'd us all. 6— Come quickly, Montague, or I am dead. Now, Montague, sit fast; I seek for thee,

Som. Ah, Warwick ! Montague hath breath'd That Warwick's bones may keep thine company.

his last;

[Exit. And to the latest gasp, cried out for Warwick, War. Ab, who is nigh ? come to me, friend or And said-Commend me to my valiant brother. foe,

And more he would have said; and more he And tell me who is victor, York, or Warwick ?

spoke, Why ask I that ? my mangled body shows,

Which sounded like a cannon in a vault, My blood, my want of strength, my sick heart That mought not be distinguish'd; but, at last, shows,

I well might hear, deliver'd with a groan, That I must yield my body to the earth,

O, farewell, Warwick ! And, by my fall, the conquest to my foe.

WAR. Sweet rest his soul !—Fly, lords, and save For Warwick bids you all farewell, to meet in And give more strength to that which hath too heaven.

yourselves ; (*) Old text, Iephah. a Passing-) Surpassing, exceeding, egregious, wondrous. See Taming of the Shrew," Act I. Sc. 2,—"Tush! tush! fear boys note (C), p. 644, Vol.I.

with bugs." b Warwick was a bug, that fear'd us all.– ) Meaning, Warwick c That mought not be distinguish'd ;) This ancient use of the was a bugbear, a goblin, a bogie that appalled us all. So in "The preterite tense of might, has teen overlooked by all the editors.


mucho; Oxf. Away, away, to meet the queen’s great Whiles, in his moan, the ship splits on the rock, power!

Which industry and courage might have sav'd ? (Exeunt, bearing of WARWICK's body. 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 slaughter'd friends the tackles; what of these? SCENE III.-- Another part of the Field.

Why, is not Oxford here another anchor ?

And Somerset another goodly mast ? Flourish. Enter KING EDWARD in triumph ; The friends of France our shrouds and tacklings ? with CLARENCE, GLOUCESTER, and the rest. And, though unskilful, why not Ned and I

For once allow'd the skilful pilot's charge ? K. Edw. Thus far our fortune keeps an upward We will not from the helm to sit and weep; course,

But keep our course, though the rough wind say And we are grac'd with wreaths of victory.

no, But in the midst of this bright-shining day,

From shelves and rocks that threaten us with I spy a black, suspicious, threatning cloud,

wreck. That will encounter with our glorious sun, As good to chide the waves, as speak them fair. Ere he attain his easeful western bed :

And what is Edward but a ruthless sea ?
I mean, my lords,—those powers, that the queen What Clarence but a quicksand of deceit?
Hath rais'd in Gallia, have arriv'd our coast, And Richard but a ragged fatal rock ?
And, as we hear, march on to fight with us. All these the enemies to our poor bark.
CLAR. A little gale will soon disperse that Say, you can swim ; alas, 'tis but awhile :

Tread on the sand; why, there you quickly sink:
And blow it to the source from whence it came : Bestride the rock ; the tide will wash you off,
Thy very beams will dry those vapours up, Or else you famish,—that's a threefold death.
For every cloud engenders not a storm.

This speak I, lords, to let you understand, Glo. The queen is valu'd thirty thousand strong, If case some one of you would fly from us, And Somerset, with Oxford, fled to her:

That there's no hop'd-for mercy with the brothers, If she have time to breathe, be well assur’d,

More than with ruthless waves, with sands, and Her faction will be full as strong as ours.

rocks. K. Edw. We are advértis’d by our loving friends, Why, courage, then ! what cannot be avoided, That they do hold their course toward Tewksbury: / 'T were childish weakness to lament, or fear. We, having now the best at Barnet field,

PRINCE. Methinks, woman of this valiant Will thither straight, for willingness rids way;

spirit And, as we march, our strength will be augmented Should, if a coward heard her speak these words, In every county as we go along.

Infuse his breast with magnanimity, Strike up the drum! cry-Courage ! and away.

And make him, naked, foil a man at arms.
[Exeunt. 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,
SCENE IV.-Plains near Tewksbury.

And make him of like spirit to himself.
If any such be here, -as God forbid !-

Let him depart before we need his help.
March. Enter QUEEN MARGARET, PRINCE Oxf. Women and children of so high a courage,

And warriors faint! why,'twere perpetual shame.

O, brave young prince ! thy famous grandfather Q. Mar. Great lords, wise men ne'er sit and Doth live again in thee : long may'st thou live, wail their loss,

To bear his image, and renew his glories ! But cheerly seek how to redress their harms.

Som. And he that will not fight for such a hope, What though the mast be now blown over-board, Go home to bed, and, like the owl by day, The cable broke, the holding anchor lost,

If he arise, be mock'd and wonder'd at. And half our sailors swallow'd in the flood ?

Q. MAR. Thanks, gentle Somerset ;-sweet Yet lives our pilot still : is't meet that he

Oxford, thanks. Should leave the helm, and, like a fearful lad, PRINCE. And take his thanks, that yet hath With tearful eyes add water to the sea,

nothing else.

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 deceiv'd; we are in readiness. Q. MAR. This cheers my heart, to see your forwardness.

[budge. OxF. Here pitch our battle, hence we will not

Som. Nor I, but stoop with patience to my

fortune. Exeunt OXFORD and SOMERSET, 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

Shall have a high reward, and he his life?

Glo. It is; and, lo, where youthful Edward

comes !

Enter Soldiers, with PRINCE EDWARD.

Flourish and march. Enter, at a distance,


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 should say,

My tears gainsay ; for every word I speak,
Ye see, I drink the water of mine eyes."
Therefore, no more but this :-Henry, your sove-

Is prisoner to the foe; his state usurp'd,
His realm a slaughter-house, his subjects slain,
His statutes cancell’d, 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.

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 turn’d 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 resolv'd!
Glo. That you might still have worn the petti-

coat, And ne'er have stol'n the breech from Lancaster.

PRINCE. Let Æsop fable in a winter's night; His currish riddles sort not with this place. Glo. By heaven, brat, I'll plague ye for that

word. Q. MAR. Ay, thou wast born to be a plague to Glo. For God's sake, take away this captire

scold. PRINCE. Nay, take away this scolding crook

back rather.
K. Edw. Peace, wilful boy, or I will charm

your tongue.
CLAR. Untutor d lad, thou art too malapert.

PRINCE. I know my duty; you are all undutiful: Lascivious Edward,

-and thou perjur'd George, And thou misshapen Dick,—I tell ye all, I am your better, traitors as ye are ; And thou usurp'st my father's right and mine. K. Edw. Take that, the likeness of this railer

here. Glo. Sprawl'st thou ? take that, to end thy

agony. CLAR. And there's for twitting me with perjury.


SCENE V.-Another part of the same.

Alarums ; Excursions, and afterwards a retreat.

GLOUCESTER, and Forces; with QUEEN MAR-

K. Edw. Now, here a period of tumultuous

broils. Away with Oxford to Hammes' castle straight: For Somerset, off with his guilty head. Go, bear them hence ; I will not hear them speak. Oxf. For my part, I'll not trouble thee with

Stabs kim.

[Stabs him.

[Stabs him.


a Mine eyes.] so "The True Tragedy;" the folio 1623 reads, "my eye.'

Q. MAR. O, kill me too ! Glo, Marry, and shall.

[Offers to kill her.

so hard ?

K. Edw. Hold, Richard, hold! for we have done Q. Mar. So come to you, and yours, as to this too much,


[Exit, led out. Glo. Why should she live, to fill the world with K. Edw. Where's Richard gone? K. Edw. What! doth she swoon ? use means CLAR. To London, all in post; and, as I guess, for her recovery.

To make a bloody supper in the Tower. Glo. Clarence, excuse me to the king my K. Edw. He's sudden, if a thing comes in his brother ;

head. I'll hence to London on a serious matter :

Now march we hence : discharge the common sort Ere ye come there, be sure to hear some news. With pay and thanks, and let's away to London, CLAR. What? what?

And see our gentle queen how well she fares ; Glo. The * Tower, the Tower ! [Exit. By this, I hope, she hath a son for me. [Exeunt. Q. Mar. O, Ned, sweet Ned! speak to thy

mother, boy! Canst thou not speak ?-0 traitors ! murderers !-They that stabb’d Cæsar shed no blood at all,

SCENE VI.-London. A Room in the Tower. Did not offend, nor were not worthy blame, If this foul deed were by to equal it. He was a man; this, in respect, a child ;

KING HENRY is discovered sitting with a book in And men ne'er spend their fury on a child.

his hand, the Lieutenant attending. Enter What's worse than murderer, that I may name it?

No, no; my heart will burst, an if I speak :-
And I will speak, that so my heart may burst.

Glo. Good day, my lord. What, at your book
Butchers and villains ! bloody cannibals !
llow sweet a plant have you untimely cropp'd ! K. HEN. Ay, my good lord : my lord, I should
You have no children, butchers ! if you had,

say rather; The thought of them would have stirr’d up re- 'Tis sin to flatter, good was little better :

Good Gloster, and good devil, were alike, But if you ever chance to have a child,

And both preposterous; therefore, not good lord. Look in his youth to have him so cut off,

Glo. Sirrah, leave us to ourselves : we must As, deathsmen, you have rid“ this sweet young


Exit Lieutenant. prince!

K. HIEN. So fies the reckless shepherd from K. EDW. Away with her! go, bear her hence

the wolf: perforcc.

So first the harmless sheep doth yield his fleece, Q. Man. Nay, never bear me hence, despatch And next his throat unto the butcher's knife. — me here;

What scene of death hath Roscius now to act ? Here sheathe thy sword, I'll pardon thee

Glo. Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind; What! wilt thou not?—then, Clarence, do it The thief doth fear each bush an officer. thou.

K. HIEN. The bird, that hath been limed in a Clan. By heaven, I will not do thee so much


With trembling wings misdoubteth every bush: Q. Mar. Good Clarence, do; sweet Clarence, And I, the hapless male to one sweet bird, do thou do it.

Have now the fatal object in my eye, CLAR. Didst thou not hear me swear I would Where

my poor young was lim’d, was caught, and not do it?

kill’d. Q. Mar. Ay, but thou usest to forswear thyself: Glo. Why, what a peevish fool was that of Crete, 'Twas sin before, but now 't is charity.

That taught his son the office of a fowl ! What! wilt thou not? where is that devil's butcher, And yet, for all his wings, the fool was drown'd. Hard-favour'd Richard ? Richard, where art thou? K. HEN. I, Dædalus ; my poor boy, Icarus ; Thou art not here: Murder is thy alms-deed ; Thy father, Minos, that denied our course ; Petitioners for blood thou ne'er putt'st back. The sun, that seard the wings of my sweet boy, K. Edw. Away, I say! I charge ye, bear her Thy brother Edward; and thyself

, the sea, hence,

Whose envious gulf did swallow up his life.


my death:


(*) First folio omits, The. & Rid this sweet young prince! One sense of rid was to destroy; so in Scene 3 of the present Act,

" — for willingness rids way." And in "The Tempest,” Act I. Sc. 2 :

"—The red plague rid you." b That devil's butcher,-) In the folio 1623, the line is encumbered by the addition of “Richard;" but as it is not found in the corresponding line of the earlier version, it was probably only an inadvertent repetition,

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