For I have murder'd where I should not kill. And, wheresce'er he is, he's surely dead. [Exit with the body.

(Clifford groans, and dies. K. Hen. Sad-hearted men, much overgone with care, Edw. Whose soul is that which takes her heavy Here sits a king more woeful than you are.

leave? Alarums: Ercursions. Enter Queen Margaret,

Rich. A deadly groan, like life and death's departing. Prince of Wales, and Exeter.

Edw. See who it is : and, now the battle's ended, Prince. Fly, father, fly! for all your friends are fled,

If friend, or foe, let him be gently usid. And Warwick rages like a chafed bull;

Rich. Revoke that doom of mercy, for 'tis Clifford; Away! for death doth hold us in pursuit.

Who not contented that he lopp'd the branch l. Mar. Mount you, my lord, towards Berwiek post In hewing Rutland when his leaves put forth, amain:

But set bis murdering knife unto the root Edward and Richard, like a brace of greyhounds,

From whence that tender spray did sweetly spring, Haring the fearful flying hare in sight,

I mean, our princely father, duke of York. With fiery eyes, sparkling for very wrath,

War. From off the gates of York fetch down the head, And bloody steel grasp'd in their ireful hands,

Your father's head, which Clifford placed there; Are at our backs: and therefore hence amain. Instead whereof, let this supply the room; Ext. Away! for vengeance comes along with them :

Measure for measure must be answered. Nay, stay not to expostulate, make speed;

Edw. Bring forth that fatal screech-owl to our house, Or else come after, I'll away before.

That nothing sung but death to us and ours : K. Hen. Nay, take me with thee, good sweet Exeter;

Now death shall stop his dismal threatening sound, Not that I fear to stay, but love to go

And his ill-boding tongue no more shall speak. Whither the queen intends. Forward ; away!

[Attendants bring the Body forward. (E.reunt. War. I think his understanding is bereft:

Speak, Clifford, dost thou know who speaks to thee?-
SCENE VI.-The same.
A loud Alarum. Enter

Dark cloudy death o'ershades his beams of life,
Clifford, wounded.

And he nor sees, nor hears us what we say.
Clif. Here burns my candle out, ay, here it dies, Rich. O, 'would he did! and so, perhaps, he doth ;
Which, while it lasted, gave king Henry light. 'Tis but his policy to counterfeit,
0, Lancaster! I fear thy overthrow,

Because he would avoid such bitter taunts More than my body's parting with my soul:

Which in the time of death he gave our father. My love, and fear, glew'd many friends to thee; Geo. If so thou think'st, vex him with eager words. And, now, I fall, thy tough commixtures melt.

Rich. Clifford, ask mercy, and obtain no grace. Impairing Henry, strength'ning nis-proud York, Edw. Clifford, repent in bootless penitence. The common people swarm like summer flies:

War. Clifford, devise excuses for thy faults. And whither fly the gnats, but to the sun ?

Geo. While we devise fell tortures for thy faults. And who shines now but Henry's enemies ?

Rich. Thou didst love York, and I am son to York. O Phæbus! hadst thou never given consent

Edw. Thou pitied'st Rutland, I will pity thee. That Phaeton should check thy fiery steeds,

Geo. Where's captain Margaret, to fence you now? Thy burning car never had scorch'd the earth : War. They mock thee, Clifford ! swear as thou wast And, Henry, hadist thou sway'd as kings should do, Or as thy father, and his father, did,

Rich. What, not an oath? nay, then the world goes Giving no ground unto the house of York,

hard, They never then had sprung like summer flies : When Clifford cannot spare his friends an oath :L and ten thousand in this luckless realm,

I know by that, he's dead; And, by my soul, Had left no mourning widows for our death,

If this right hand would buy two hours' life,
And thou this day hadst kept thy chair in peace. That I in all despite might rail at him,
For what doth cherish weeds, but gentle air? This hand should chop it off; and with the issuing
And what makes robbers bold, but too much lenity.

blood
Bootless are plaints, and cureless are my wounds ; Stifle the villain, whose unstaunched thirst
Ne way to fly, nor strength to hold out flight: York and young Rutland could not satisfy.
The foe is merciless, and will not pity;

War. Ay, but he's dead : Off with the traitor's head, For, at their hands, I have deserv'd no pity.

And rear it in the place your father's stands. The air hath got into my deadly wounds,

And now to London with triumphant march, And much effuse of blood doth make me faint : There to be crowned England's moral king. Come, York, and Richard, Warwick, and the rest; From whence shall Warwick cut the sea to France, I stabb’d your fathers' bosoms, split my breast. And ask the lady Bona for thy queen:

(He faints. So shalt thou sinew both these lands together ; Alarum and Retreat. Enter Edward, George, Rich- | And, having France thy friend, thou shalt not dread

Card, Montague, Warwick, and Soldiers. The scatter'd foe, that hopes to rise again ; Edw. Now breathe we, lords; good fortune bids us For though they cannot greatly sting to hurt, panse,

Yet look to have them buzz, to offend thine ears. And snooth the frowns of war with peaceful looks.- || First, will I see the coronation ; Some troops pursue the bloody-minded queen ;

And then to Britany I'll cross the sea, That led calm Henry, though he were a king,

To effect this marriage, so it please my lord. Ar doth a sail, fild with a fretting gust,

Edw. Even as thou wilt, sweet Warwick, let it be: Command an argosy to stem the waves.

For on thy shoulder do I build my seat; But think you, lords, that Clifford fled with them? And never will I undertake the thing, War No, 'tis impossible he should escape :

Wherein thy counsel and consent is wanting.For, though before his face I speak the words,

Richard, I will create thee duke of Gloster ;Your brother Richard mark'd him for the grave :

And George, of Clarence ;-Warwick, as ourself,

wont.

I see, the lady hath a thing to grant,

K. Edw. Ay, but, I fear me, in another sense. Before the king will grant her humble suit.

What love, think'st thou, I sue so much to get ? Cia. He knows the game; How true he keeps the L. Grey. My love till death, my humble thanks, my wind!

[Aside. prayers; Glo. Silence!

[Aside. That love, which virtue begs, and virtue grants. K. Edw. Widow, we will consider of your suit; K. Edw. No, by my troth, I did not mean such love And come some other time, to know our mind.

L. Grey. Wby, then you mean not as I thought you L. Grey. Right gracious lord, I cannot brook delay; did. May it please your highness to resolve me now; K. Edw. But now yon partly may perceive my mind. And what your pleasure is, shall satisfy me.

L. Grey. My mind will never grant what I perceive Glo. [Aside.) Ay, widow? then I'll warrant you all Your highness aims at, if I aim aright. your lands,

K. Edw. To tell thee plain, I aim to lie with thee. An if what pleases him, shall pleasure yon.

L. Grey. To tell you plain, I had rather lie in prison. Fight closer, or, good faith, you'll catch a blow. K. Edw. Why, then thou shalt not have thy bus

Cla. I fear her not, unless she chance to fall. [Aside. band's lands.
Gle. God forbid that! for he'll take vantages. [Aside. L. Grey. Why, then mine honesty shall be my dower ;
K. Edw. How many children hast thou, widow ? tell For by that loss I will not purchase them.
me.

K. Edw. Therein thou wrong'st thy children migli-
Cla. I think, he means to beg a child of her. [Aside. tily.
Gio. Nay, wbip me then; he'll rather give her two. L. Grey. Herein your highness wrongs both thera

[Aside.

and me. L. Grey. Three, my most gracious lord.

But, mighty lord, this merry inclination Glo. You shall have four, if you'll be ruld by him. Accords not with the sadness of my suit ;

[ Aside. Please you dismiss me, either with ay, or no. K. Edw. 'Twere pity, they should lose their father's K. Edw. Ay; if thou wilt say Ay, to my request: land.

No; if thou dost say No, to my demand. L. Grey. Be pitiful, dread lord, and grant it then. L. Grey. Then, No, my lord. My suit is at an end. K. Edw. Lords, give us leave; I'll try this widow's Gla. The widow likes him not, she knits her browa. wit.

[Aside Gle. Ay, good leave have you ; for you will have Cla. He is the bluntest wooer in Christendom. leave,

[ Aside. Till youth take leave, and leave you to the crutch. K. Edw. (Aside.] Her looks do argue her replete

(Gloster and Clarence relire to the other side. with modesty;
K. Edw. Now tell me, madam, do you love your Her words do shew her wit incomparable ;
children?

All her perfections challenge sovereignty:
L. Grey. Ay, full as dearly as I love myself. One way, or other, she is for a king;
K. Edw. And would you not do much, to do them And she shall be my love, or else my queen.
good.

Say, that king Edward take thee for his queen? L, Grey. To do them good, I would sustain some L. Grey. 'Tis better said than done, my gracious harm.

lord: K. Edw. Then get your husband's lands, to do them I am a subject fit to jest withal, good.

But far unfit to be a sovereign. L. Grey. Therefore I came unto your majesty. K. Edw. Sweet widow, by my state I swear to thee, K. Edw. I'll tell you how these lands are to be got. I speak no more than what my soul intends; L. Grey. So shall you bind me to your highness' || And that is, to enjoy thee for my love. service.

L. Grey. And that is more than I will yield unto : K. Edw. What service wilt thou do me, if I give || I know, I am too mean to be your queen; thern?

And yet too good to be your concubine. L. Grey, What you command, that rests in me to do. K. Edw. You cavil, widow; I did mean, my queen: K. Edw. But you will take exceptions to my boon.

L. Grey. 'Twill grieve your grace, my sons should L. Grey. No, gracious lord, except I cannot do it.

call you-father. K. Edw. Ay, but thou canst do what I mean to ask. E. Edw. No more, than when thy daughters call L. Grey. Why, then will I do what your grace com

thee mother. mands.

Thou art a widow, and thou hast some children ; Glo. He plies her hard ; and much rain wears the | And, by God's mother, I, being but a bachelor, marble.

[ Aside. Have other some; why, 'tis a happy thing Cia. As red as fire! nay, then her wax must melt. To be the father unto many sons.

[Aside. | Answer no more, for thou shalt be my queen. L. Grey. Why stops my lord? shall I not hear my Glo. The ghostly father now bath done his slırist. task?

[ Aside. K. Edre. An easy task ; 'tis but to love a king. Cla. When he was made a shriver, 'twas for shift. L. Grey. That's soon performd, because I am a

[Aside. subjeet.

K. Edw. Brothers, you muse what chat we two have K. Edw. Why then, thy husband's lands I freely give thee.

Glo. The widow likes it not, for she looks sad. L. Grey. I take my leave with many thousand K. Edw. You'd think it strange, if I should marry thanks.

her. Glo. The match is made ; she seals it with a curt'sy. Cla. To whom, my lord ? K. Edw. But stay thee, 'tis the fruits of love I mean. K. Edw.

Why, Clarence, to myself. L. Grey, The fruits of love I mean, my loving liege. Gly. That woull be ten days' womler, at the least.

laad.

Cla. That's a day longer than a wonder lasts. Or hew my way out with a bloody are.
Glo. By so inuch is the wonder in extremes. Why, I can smile, and murder while I smile;

K. Edw. Well, jest on, brothers : I can tell you both, | And cry, content, to that which grieves my heart ;
Her suit is granted for her husband's lands.

And wet my cheeks with artificial tears,
Enter a Nobleman.

And frame my face to all occasions.
Nob. My gracious lord, Henry your foe is taken, I'll drown more sailors than the mermaid shall;
And brought your prisoner to your palace gate. l'Il slay more gazers than the basilisk;

K. Edw. See, that he be convey'd unto the Tower: I'll play the orator as well as Nestor,
-And go we, brothers, to the man that took him, Deceive more slily than Ulysses could,
To question of his apprehension.-

And, like a Sinon, take another Troy: Widow, go you along ;-Lords, use her honourable. I can add colours to the cameleon; [Exeunt King Edward, Lady Grey, Clarence, change shapes, with Proteus, for advantages,

and Lord. And set the murderous Machiavel to school.
Glo. Ay, Edward will use women honourably. Can I do this, and cannot get a crown?
'Would be were wasted, marrow, bones, and all, Tut! were it further off, II pluck it down. [Ertl.
That from his loins no hopeful branch may spring,

SCENE NI.-France. A Room in the Palace.
To cross me from the golden time I look for!
And yet, between my soul's desire, and me

Flourish. Enter Lewis the French King, and L** (The lustful Edward's title buried.)

dy Bona, attended; the King takes his State. Then Is Clarence, Henry, and his son young Edward,

enter Queen Margaret, Prince Edward her son, and And all the unlook'd-for issue of their bodies,

the Earl of Oxford. To take their rooms, ere I can place myself :

K. Lew. Fair queen of England, worthy Margaret, A cold preineditation for my purpose !

Sit down with us; it ill befits thy state, (Riring. Why, then I do but dream on sovereignty:

And birth, that thou shouldst stand, while Lewis doth Like one that stands upon a promontory,

sit. And spies a far-off shore where he would tread,

. Mar. No, mighty king of France; Dow Margant Wishing his foot were equal with bis eye;

Must strike her sail, and learn a while to serve, And chides the sea that sunders him from thence, Where kings command. I was, I must confess, Saying-he'll lade it dry to have his way:

Great Albion's queen in former golden days: So do I wish the crown, being so far off';

But now mischance hath trod my title down, And so I chide the means that keep mie from it;

And with dishonour laid me on the ground; And so I say,~I'll cut the causes off,

Where I must take like seat unto my fortune, Flattering me with impossibilities.

And to my humble seat conform myself, My eye's too quick, my heart o'erweens too much, K. Lew. Why, say, fair queen, whence springs this Unless my hand and strength could equal them.

deep despair? Well, say there is no kingdom then for Richard ; Q. Mar. From such a cause as fills mine eyes

with What other pleasure can the world afford ?

tears, I'll make my heaven in a lady's lap,

And stops my tongue, while heart is drownd in cans. And deck my body in gay ornaments,

K. Low. Whate'er it be, be thou still like thyself,
And witch sweet ladies with my words and looks. And sit thee by our side: yield not thy neck
O miserable thought! and more unlikely,

[Seats her by him. Than to accomplish twenty golden crowns!

To fortune's yoke, but let thy dauntless mind Why, love forswore me in my mother's womb: Still ride in triumph over all mischance. And, for I should not deal in her soft laws,

Bc plain, queen Margaret, and tell thy grief; She did corrupt frail nature with some 'vibe It shall be eas'd, if France can yield relief. To shrink mine arm up like a wither'd shrub; Q. Mar. Those gracious words revive my drooping To make an envious mountain on my back,

thoughts, Where sits deformity to mock my body;

And give my tongue-tied sorrows leave to speak. To shape my legs of an unequal size ;

Now, therefore, be it known to noble Lewis To disproportion me in every part,

That Henry, sole possessor of my love, Like to a chaos, or an unlick'd bear-whelp,

Is, of a king, become a banish'd man, That carries no impression like the dam.

And forc'd to live in Scotland a forlorn ;
And am I then a man to be belord ?

While proud ambitious Edward, duke of York,
O, monstrous fault, to harbour such a thought! Usurps the regal title, and the seat
Then, since this earth affords no joy to me,

of England's true anointed lawful king. But to command, to check, to o'erbear such

This is the cause, that I, poor Margaret,-
As are of better person than myself,

With this my son, prince Edward, Henry's heir,-
I'll make my heaven-to dream upon the crown; Am come to crave thy jast and lawful aid;
And, whiles I live, to account this world but hell, And, if thou fail us, all our hope is done :
Until my misshap'd trunk, that bears this head, Scotland hath will to help, but cannot belp;
Be round impaled with a glorious crown).

Our people and our peers are both misledi,
And yet I know not how to get the crown,

Our treasure seizd, our soldiers put to flight, For many lives stand between me and hoine : And, as thou seest, ourselves in heavy plight. And I,-like one lost in a thorny wood,

K. Lew. Renowned queen, with patience calm the That rents the thorns, and is rent with the thorns ;

storm, Seeking a way, and straying from the way;

While we bethink a means to break it off. Not knowing how to find the open air,

Q. Mar. The inore we stay, the stronger grows CALT But toiling desperately to find it out,

foc. Torment myself to catch the English crown:

K. Lew. The more I stay, the more I'll succour the And from that torment I will five myself,

2. Mar. O, but impatience waiteth oa uut sorrow