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If you'll not here proclaim yourself our king,

K. Hen. Farewell, my Hector, and my Troy's true rl leave you to your fortune ; and be gone,

hope. To keep them back that come to succour you:

Cla. In sign of truth, I kiss your highness' hani. Why should we fight, if you pretend no title?

K. Her. Well-minded Clarence, be thou fortunate! Gle. Why, brother, wherefore stand you on nice Mont. Comfort, my lord:--and so I take my leave points ?

Qaf. And thus [Kissing Henry's hand.) I seal my K. Edw. When we grow stronger, then we'll make truth, and bid adieu. our claim :

K. Hen. Sweet Oxford, and my loving Montague, Til then, 'tis wisdon to conceal our meaning. And all at once, once more a happy farewell. Host. Away with scrupulous wit! now arms must War. Farewell, sweet lords ; let's meet at Coventry. rule.

(Exeunt Warwick, Clarence, Oxford, Gle. And fearless minds climb soonest unto crowns.

and Montague. Brother, we will proclaim you out of hand;

K. Hen. Here at the palace will I rest a while. The bruit thereof will bring you many friends. Cousin of Exeter, what thinks your lordship?

K. Edw. Then be it as you will; for 'tis my right, || Methinks, the power, that Edward hath in field, And Henry but usurps the diadem. ,

Should not be able to encounter mine. Mont. Ay, now my sovereign speaketh like himself; Exe. The doubt is, that he will seduce the rest. And now will I be Edward's champion.

K. Hen. That's not my fear, my meed bath got me Hast. Sound, trumpet ; Edward shall be here pro fame: claim'd.

I have not stopp'd mine ears to their demands, -Come, fellow-soldier, make thon proclamation. Nor posted off their suits with slow delays ;

[Gives him a paper. Flourish. My pity hath been balm to heal their wounds, Sold. (Reads.] Edward the Fourth, by the grace of My mildness hath allay'd their swelling griefs, God, king of England and France, and lord of Ire- il My mercy dried their water-flowing tears ; land, &c.

I have not been desirous of their wealth,
Mont. And whosoe'er gainsays king Edward's right, || Nor much oppress'd them with great subsidies,
By this I challenge him to single fight.

Nor forward of revenge, though they much err'd; [Throws down his gauntlet. Then why should they love Edward more than me? AN. Long live Edward the Fourth!

No, Exeter, these graces challenge grace : K. Edw. Thanks, brave Montgomery ;-and thanks And, when the lion fawns upon the lamb, w to you all.

The lamb will never cease to follow him. If fortune serve me, I'll requite this kindness.

[Shout within. A Lancaster ! A Lancaster! Now, for this night, let's barbour here in York:

Exc. Hark, hark, my lord! What shouts are these? And, when the morning sun shall raise his car Above the border of this horizon,

Enter King Edward, Gloster, and Soldiers. We'll forward towards Warwick, and his mates ; K. Edio. Seize on the shame-fac'd Henry, bear him For, well I wot, that Henry is no soldier,

hence, -Ah, froward Clarence !-how evil it beseems tfice And once again proclaiin us king of England. To flatter Henry, and forsake thy brother!

--You are the fount that makes small brooks to flow; Yet, as we may, we'll meet both thee and Warwick. Now stops thy spring ; my sea sball suck them dry, -Come on, brave soldiers, doubt not of the day; And swell so much the higher by their ebb. And, that once gotten, doubt not of large pay. (Exe. || Hence with him to the Tower; let him not speak.

[Exeunt some with King Henry, SCENE VIII-London. A Room in the Palace. | - And, lortls, towards Coventry bend we our course,

Enter King Henry, Warwick, Clarence, Montague, where peremptory Warwick now remains:
Eseter, and Oxford.

The sun shines hot, and, if we use delay,
War. What counsel, lords ? Edward from Belgia, Cold biting winter marts our hop'd-for hay.
With hasty Germans, and blunt Hollanders,

Glo. Away betimes, before his forces join, Hath pass'd in safety through the narrow seas, And take the great-grown traitor unawares : And with his troops doth march amain to London ; Brave warriors, march amain towards Coventry. And many giddy people flock to him.

[Eseunt. Oxf. Let's levy men, and beat him back again. Cla. A little fire is quickly trodden out ; Which, being suffer'd, rivers cannot quench. War. In Warwickshire I have true-hearted friends,

ACT V. Not mutinous in peace, yet bold in war;

SCENE 1.-Coventry. Enter, upon the Walls, War Those will I muster up:-and thou, son Clarence,

wick, the Mayor of Coventry, two Messengers, and Shalt stir, in Suffolk, Norfolk, and in Kent,

others. The knights and gentlemen to come with thee:

Thou, brother Montague, in Buckingham,
Northampton, and in Leicestershire, shalt find

WHERE is the post, that came from valiant Ox

ford ? Men well inclin'd to hear what thou command'st :And thon, brave Oxford, wondrous well belov'd,

How far hence is thy lord, mine honest fellow? In Oxfordshire shalt muster up thy friends.

1 Mes. By this at Dunsmore, marching hitherward. My sovereign, with the loving citizens,

Mar. How far off is our brother Montague? Like to his island, girt in with the ocean,

-Where is the post that came from Montague? Or modest Dian, circled with her nymphs,

2 Mes. By this at Daintry, with a puissant troop. Shall rest in London, till we come to him.

Enter Sir John Somerville. Fair lords, take leave, and stand not to reply. War. Say, Somerville, what says my loving son? Farewell, my sovereiga.

And, by die guess, low nigh is Clarende now?


Some. At Southam I did leave him with his forces, 1 If not, the city being but of small defence, And do expect him here some two hours hence. We'll quickly rouse the traitors in the same.

[Drum heard.

War. O, welcome, Oxford ! for we want thy help. War. Then Clarence is at hand, I hear his drum.

Enter Montague, with drum and colours. Some. It is not his, my lord ; bere Southam lies; The drum your honour hears, marcheth from War

Mont. Montague, Montague, for Lancaster!

[lle and his Forres enter the city. wick.

Glo. Thou and thy brother both shall buy this War. Who should that be? belike, unlook'd-for friends.

Even with the dearest blol your bodies bear. Some. They are at hand, and you shall quickly know.

K. Edre. The harder match'd, the greater victory; Drums. Enter King Edward, Gloster, and Forces, | My mind presageth happy gain and conquests marching.

Enter Somerset, with drum and colours. K. Edw. Go, trumpet, to the walls, and sound a

Som. Somerset, Somerset, for Lancaster! parle.

[He and his Forces enter the city. Glo. See, how the surly Warwick mans the wall.

Glo. Two of thy name, both dukes of Somerset, War. Oh, unbid spite! is sportful Edward come?

Have sold their lives unto the house of York; Where slept our scouts, or how are they seducd,

And thou shalt be the third, if this sword hold. That we could hear no news of his repair ? K. Edw. Now, Warwick, wilt thou ope the city.gates,

Enter Clarence, with drum and colours. Speak gentle words, and humbly bend thy knee?

War. And lo, where George of Clarence sweeps Call Edward-king, and at his hands beg mercy,

along, And he shall pardon thee these ontrages.

Of force enough to bid his brother battle : War. Nay, rather, wilt thou draw thy forces hence,

With whom an upright zeal to right prevails, Confess who set thee up and pluck'd thee down?

More than the nature of a brother's love :Call Warwick-patron, and be penitent,

Come, Clarence, come; thou wilt, if Warwick calls. And thou shalt still remain the duke of York,

Clar. Father of Warwick, know you what this Glo. I thought, at least, he would have said


means? [Taking the red rose out of his cap. king;

Look here, I throw my infamy at thee : Or did he make the jest against his will?

I will not ruinate my father's house, War. Is not a dukedom, sir, a goodly gift?

Who gave his blood to lime the stones together, Glo. Ay, by my faith, for a poor earl to give;

And set up Lancaster. Why, trow'st thou, Warwick, I'll do thee service for so good a gift.

That Clarence is so harsh, so blunt, unnatural, War. 'Twas I, that gave the kingdom to thy brother.

To bend the fatal instruments of war K. Edw. Why, then, 'tis mine, if but by Warwick's

Against his brother, and his lawful kiug? gift.

Perhaps, thou wilt object my holy oath : War. Thou art no Atlas for so great a weight:

To keep that cath, were more impiety And, weakling, Warwiek takes his gift again;

Than Jephthal's, when he sacrific'd his daughter. And Henry is my king, Warwick his subjeet.

I am so sury for my trespass made,
K. Edw. But Warwick's king is Edward's pris ! That, to deserve well at my brother's hands,

I here proclaim myself thy mortal foe;
And, gallant Warwick, do bat answer this,-

With resolution, wheresce'er I meet thee, What is the body when the head is off?

(As I will meet thee, if thou stir abroad,) Glo. Alas, that Warwick had no more fore-cast,

To plague thee for thy foul misleading me. But, whiles he thought to steal the single ten,

And so, proud-hearted Warwick, I defy thee, The king was slily finger’d from the deck!

And to my brother turn my blushing checksYou left poor Henry at the bishop's palace,

Pardon me, Edward, I will make amends ;And, ten to one, you'll meet liim in the Tower.

And, Richard, do not frowa upon my faults, K. Edw. 'Tis even so; yet you are Warwick still.

For I will henceforth be no more unconstant. Glo. Come, Warwick, take the tiine, kneel down,

K. Edw. Now, welcome more, and ten times more kneel down.

belov'd, Nay, when ? strike now, or else the iron cools.

Thaŋ if thou never hadst deserv'd our hate. War. I had rather chop this hand off at a blow,

Glo. Welcome, good Clarence ; this is brother like. And with the other fling it at thy face,

War. O passing traitor, perjur'd, and unjust! Than bear so low a sail, to strike to thee.

K. Edw. What, Warwick, wilt thou leave the town, K. Edw. Sail how thou canst, have wind and tide

and fight? thy friend ;

Or shall we beat the stones about thine ears? This hand, fast wound about thy coal-black hair,

Har. Alas, I am not coop'd here for defence: Shali, whiles the bead is warm, and new cut off,

I will away towards Barnet presently, Write in the dust this sentence with thy blood,

And bid the battle, Edward, if thou dar'st. Wind-changing Warwick now can change no more.

K. Ettw. Yes, Warwick, Edward dares, and leads

the way :Enter Oxford, with drum and colours.

Loris, 10 the field ; Saint George and victory! War. O cheerful colours ! see, where Oxfori comes! Oxf. Oxford, Oxford, for Lancaster! [Oxford and his Forces enter the city.

SCENE II.-- Field of Battle near Barnet. Alor Gło. The gates are open, let us enter 100.

uins an! Excursions. Enter King Edwurd, brine K. Edw. So other foes may set upon our backs.

ing in Warwick woundecl. Stand we in good array; for they, no doubt,

K. Eriz. So, lie thou there: die thou, and die our Will issue out again, and bid us bafile:


(Martha Ezcuti.

For Warwick was a bug, that fear'd us all.

Cla. A little gnle will soon disperse that cloud, Now, Montague, sit fast; I seek for thee,

And blow it to the source from whence it came : That Warwick's bones may keep thine company. Thy very beams will dry those vapours up ;

[Exit. For every cloud engenders not a storm. War. Ah, who is nigh? come to me, friend, or fue, Glo. The queen is valued thirty thousand strong, And tell me, who is victor, York, or Warwiek? And Somerset, with Oxford, fled to her ; Why ask I that? my mangled body shows,

If she have time to breathe, be well assurd, My blood, my want of strength, my sick heart shows, || Her faction will be full as strong as ours. That I must yield my body to the earth,

K. Edw. We are advertis d by our loving friends, And, by my fall, the conquest to my toe.

That they do hold their course toward Tewksbury: Thus yields the cedlar to the axe's edge,

We having now the best at Barnet field,
Whose aris gave shelter to the princely eagle, Will thither straight, for willingness rids way;
Under whose shade the ramping lion slept :

And, as we march, our strength will be augmented
Whose top-branch over-peer'd Jove's spreading tree, In every county as we go along.
And kept low shrubs from winter's powerful wind. Strike up the drum; cry-courage! and away.
These eyes, that now are dimm'd with death's black

[Exeunt. veil, Have been as piercing as the mid-day sun,

SCENE IV.- Plains near Tewksbury, March. Ende To search the secret treasons of the world :

ter Queen Margaret, Prince Edward, Somerset, OxThe wrinkles in my brows, now fill?d with blood, ford, and Soldiers. Were liken'd oft to kingly sepulchres ;

Q. Mar. Great lords, wise men ne'er sit and wail For who liv'd king, but I could dig his grave?

their loss, And who durst smile, when Warwick bent his brow? But cheerly seek how to redress their harms. Lo, now my glory smeard in dust and blood !

What though the mast be now blown over-board, My parks, my walks, my manors that I had,

The cable broke, the holding anchor lost, Even now forsake me; and, of all my lands,

And half our sailors swallow'd in the flood ? Is nothing left me, but my body's length!

Yet lives our pilot still : Is’t meet, that he
Why, what is pomp, rule, reign, but earth and dust? Should leave the helm, and like a fearful lad,
And, live we how we can, yet die we must.

With tear-full eyes add water to the sea,
Enter Oxford and Somerset.

And give more strength to that which hath too much ;

Whiles, in his moan, the ship splits on the rock, Som. Ah, Warwick, Warwick! wert thou as we are,

Which industry and courage might have sav'd ? We might recover all our loss again! The queen from France hath brought a puissant power;

Ah, what a shaine ! ah, what a fault were this ! Even now we heard the news: Ah, coulist thou fly! Say, Warwick was our anchor ; what of that ? War. Why, then I would not fly.--Ah, Montague,

And Montague our top-mast; what of him? If thou be there, sweet brother, take my hand,

Our slaughter'd friends the tackles : wbat of these? And with thy lips keep in my soul awhile !

Why, is not Oxford here another anchor? Thou lov'st me not ; for, brother, if thou didst,

And Somerset another goodly mast? Thy tears would wash this cold congealed blood,

The friends of France our shrouds and tacklings? That glews my lips, and will not let me speak.

And, though unskilful, why not Ned and I

For once allow'd the skilful pilot's charge? Come quickly, Montague, or I am dead.

We will not from the helm, to sit and weep; Som. Ah, Warwick, Montague hath breath'd his

But keep our course, though the rough wind say, -no,

From shelves and rocks that threaten us with wreck. And to the latest gasp, cried out for Warwick, And said--Commend me to my valiant brother.

As good to chide the waves, as speak them fair. And more he would have said; and more he spoke,

And what is Edward, but a ruthless sea ?

What Clarence, but a quick-sand of deceit?
Which sounded like a cannon in a vault,

And Richard, but a ragged fatal rock?
That might not be distinguish'd; but, at last,
I well might hear deliver'd with a groan,-

All these the enemies to our poor bark. 0, farewell, Warwick!

Say, you can swim ; alas, 'tis but a while:

Tread on the sand; why, there you quickly sink :
Sweet rest to his soul !-

Bestride the rock; the tide will wash you off,
Fly, lords, and save yourselves; for Warwick bids
You all farewell, to meet again in heaven.

Or else you famish, that's a threefold death.

This speak I, lords, to let you understand, Oxf. Away, away, to meet the queen's great power!

In case some one of you would fly from us, [Exeunt, bearing off Warwick's body.

That there's no hop'd-for mercy w th the brothers,

More than with ruthless waves, with sands, and rocks, SCENE III.-Another part of the Field. Flourish.

Why, courage, then! what cannot be avoided, Enter King Edward, in triumph; with Clarence,

"Twere childish weakness to lament, or fear. Gloster, and the rest.

Prince. Methinks, a wonian of this valiant spirit K. Edw. Thus far our fortune keeps an upward Should, if a coward heard her speak these words, course,

Infuse his breast with magnanimity, And we are grae'd with wreaths of victory.

And make him, naked, foil a man at arins. But, in the midst of this bright-shining day

I speak not this, as doubting any here; I spy a black, suspicious, threatning cloud,

For, did I but suspect a fearful man, That will encounter with our glorious sun,

He should have leave to go away betimes ; Ere he attain his easeful western bed :

Lest, in our need, he might infect another, I mean, my lords,-those powers, that the queen And make him of like spirit to himself. Hath rais d in Gallia, have arriv'd our coast,

If any such be bere, as God forbid ! And, as we hear, march on to fight with us

Let him depart before we need his help



Oxf. Women and children of so high a courage! And warriors faint! why, 'twere perpetual shaine.Oh, brave young prince! thy famous grandfather Doch 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 mock'd and wonder'd at. Q. Mar. Thanks, gentle Somerset ;-sweet Oxford,

thanks Prince. And take his thanks, that yet hath nothing else.

Enter a Messenger,
Mess. Prepare you, lords, for Edward is at hand,
Ready to fight; therefore be resolúte.

Oaf. 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. 6. 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, Clarence,

Gloster, and Forces. K. Echo. Brave followers, yonder stands the thorny

wood, Which, by the heavens' assistance, and your strength, Must by the roots be hewn up yet cre 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. l. 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 sovereign, 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.

[Excunt both Armics. SCENE 1.- 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, Pris.

Suppose, that I am now my father's mouth;
Resign thy chair, and, where I stand, kneel thon,
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 résolvd !

Glo. That you might still have worn the petticoat, 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, rii 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 scoll.
Prince. Nay, take away this scolding crook-beck

K. Edro. Peace, wilful boy, or I will charm your

Cla. Untutor'd lad, thou art too malapert.

Prince. I know my duty; you are all undntiful:
Lascivious Edward, and thou perjur'd George -
And thou misshapen Dick, -1 tell ye all,
I am your better, traitors as ye are ;-
And thou usurp'st my father's right and mine.
Edw. Take that, the likeness of this railer bere.

(Steht die Glo. Sprawl'st thou ? take that to end thy aguny.

(Glo. Stabs lain. Cla. And there's for twitting me with perjury.

(Cl. stabu forma Q. Mar. Oh, kill me too. Glo. Marry, and shall.

[offers to kill det K. Edw. Hold, Richard, hold, for we have done too

much. Glo. Why should she live, to fill the world with

words? K. Edw. What! doth she swoon? use means forba

Glo. Clarence, excuse me to the king my brother ;
I'll hence to London on a serious matter:
Ere ye come there, be sure to hear some news.

Cla. What? what?
Glo. The Tower, the Tower!

[E.SH. Q. Mar. 0 Ned, sweet Ned! speak to thy matters

boy! Canst thou not speak !- traitors! murderers! They, that stabb'd Cæsar, shed no blood at all, 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; And men ne'er spend their fury on a child; 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. Butchers and villains, bloody cannibals ! How sweet a plant have you untimely croppd ! You have no children, butchers ! if you had, The thought of them would have stirrd up remary: But, if you ever chance to have a child, Look in his youth to have himn so cut off, As, deathsinen! you have rid this sweet young princed K. Edw. Away with her; 80, bear ber benee per

force. l. Mar. Nay, never bear me hence, despatcha **


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 worls.
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 Ed.

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

What! cao 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 curn'd me to?

Princc. Speak like a subject, proud aubitions York


Here sheath thy sword, I'll pardon thee my death: What! wilt thou not?-then, Clarence, do it thote

Cla. By heaven, I will not do thee so much ease, Q. Mar. Good Clarence, do;

swett Clarena, da thou do it. Cla. Didst thou not hear me swcar, I would not do it? Q. Mar. Ay, but thou usest to forswear thyxlli

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'Twas sin before, but now 'tis charity.

Dogs howl'd, and hideous tempests shook down trees; What! wilt thou not? where is that devil's butcher, The raven rook'd her on the chimney's top, Hard favour'd Richard? Richard, where art thou? And chattering pies in distal discords sung. Thou art not here: Murder is thy alm's-deed; Thy mother felt more than a mother's pain, Petitioners for blood thou ne'er putt'st back. And yet bronght forth less than a mother's hope ;

K. Edw. Away, I say; I charge ye, bear her hence. To wit,-an indigest deformed lump, Q. Mar. So come to you, and yours, as to this Not like the fruit of such a goodly tree. prince!

[Erit, led out forcibly. || Teeth hadst thou in thy head, when thou wast born, K. Edw. Where's Richard gone?

To signify, thou cam'st to bite the world ; Cla. To London, all in post; and, as I guess, And, if the rest be true which I have heard, To make a bloody supper in the Tower.

Thou cam'stK. Edw. He's sudden, if a thing comes in his head. Glo. I'll hear no more ;-Die, prophet, in thy speech; Now march we hence : discharge the common sort

[Stabs him. With pay and thanks, and let's away to London. For this, amongst the rest, was I ordain'd. And see our gentle queen how well she fares ;

K. Hen. Ay, and for much more slaughter after this By this, I hope, she hath a son for me. (Exeunt. | O God! forgive my sins, and pardon thee ! [Dies.

Glo. What, will the aspiring blood of Lancaster SCENE VI.-London. A Room in the Tower. King || Sink in the ground ? I thought it would have mounted.

Henry is discovered sitting with a Book in his hand, See, how my sword weeps for the poor king's death! the Lieutenant attending. Enter Gloster.

O, may such purple tears be always shed Gle. Good day, my lord! What, at your book so From those that wish the downfal of our house! hard ?

If any spark of life be yet remaining, K. Hen. Ay, my good lord: my lord, I should say | Down, down to hell; and say—I sent thee thither, rather;

[Stabs him again. 'Tis sin to flatter, good was little better:

I, that have neither pity, love, nor fear.-
Good Gloster, and good devil, were alike,

Indeed, 'tis true, that Henry told me of ;
And both preposterous; therefore, not good lord. For I have often heard my mother say,
Glo. Sirrah, leave us to ourselves : we must confer. I came into the world with my legs forward :

[Exit Lieutenant. | Had I not reason, think ye, to make haste,
K. Hen. So flies the reckless shepherd from the wolf: || And seek their ruin, that usurp'd our right?
So first the barmless sheep doth yield his fleece, The midwife wonder'd ; and the women cried,
And next his throat unto the butcher's knife. O, Jesus bless us, he is born with teeth!
What seene of death hath Roscius now to act ? And so I was; which plainly signified, -

Gla. Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind : That I should snarl, and bite, and play the dog. The thief doth fear each bush an officer.

Then, since the heavens have shap'd my body so, K. Hen. The bird, that hath been limed in a bush, Let hell make crook'd my mind to answer it. With trembling wings misdoubteth every bush : I have no brother, I am like no brother : And I, the hapless male to one sweet biru,

And this word-love, which greybeards call divine, Have now the fatal object in my eye,

Be resident in men like one another, Where my poor young was lim'd, was caught, and And not in me; I am myself alone.kill'd.

Clarence, beware; thou keep'st me from the light; Gla. Why, what a peevish fool was that of Crete, But I will sort a pitchy day for thee: Tirat taught his son the office of a fowl?

For I will buzz abroad such prophecies, And yet, for all his wings, the fool was drown'd. That Edward shall be fearful of his life ;

K. Hen. I Dædalus; my poor boy, Icarus ; And then, to purge his fear, I'll be thy death. *Thy father, Minos, that denied our course ;

King Henry, and the prince his son, are gone ; The sun, that seard the wings of my sweet boy, Clarence, thy turn is next, and then the rest ; Thy brother Edward; and thyself, the sea,

Counting myself but bad, till I be best.Whose envious gulf did swallow up bis life.

I'll throw thy body in another room, Ah, kill me with thy weapon, not with words ! And triumph, Henry, in thy day of doom. [Exit. My breast can better brook thy dagger's point, Than can my ears that tragic history,

SCENE VII.-The same. A Room in the Palace. But wherefore dost thou come? is't for my life? King Edward is discovered sitting on his Throne; Gle. Think'st thou, I am an executioner?

Queen Elizabeth with the infant Prince, Clarence, K. Hen. A persecutor, I am sure, thou art ;

Gloster, Hastings, and others, near him. If murdering innocents be executing,

K. Edw. Once more we sit in England's royal throne, Why, then thou art an executioner.

Re-purchas'd with the blood of enemies. Glo. Thy son I killed for his presumption. What valiant foe-men, like to autumn's corn, K. Hen Hadst thou been kill'd, when first thou didst Have we mow'd down, in tops of all their pride? presume,

Three dukes of Somerset, threefold renown'd Thou hadst not liv'd to kill a son of mine.

For hardy and undoubted champions : And thus I prophesy,-that many a thousand, Two Cliffords, as the father and the son, Which now mistrust no parcel of my fear ;

And two Northumberlands; two braver men And many an old man's sigh. and many a widow's, Ne'er spurr'd their coureers at the trumpet's sound : And many an orphan's water-standing eye,

With them, the two brave bears, Warwick and MonMen for their sons', wives for their husbands' fate,

tague, And orphans for their parents' timeless dea!h, That in their chains fetter'd the kingly lion, Shall rue the hour that ever thon wast born.

And made the forest tremble when they ruarid. The owl shriek'd at thy birth, an evil sign;

Thus have we swept saspicion from our seat, The night-crow oriel, aboding luckless time; And prade outr footstool of security.-

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