Ev'n with the dearest blood your bodies bear.
K. Edw. The harder match'd, the greater victory;
My mind prefageth happy gain and conqueft.

Enter Someriet, with drum and colours.

Som. Somerfet! Somerset! for Lancaster! Glou. Two of thy name, both Dukes of Somerfet, Have fold their lives unto the houfe of York; And thou fhalt be the third, if this fword hold.

Enter Clarence, with drum and colours.

War. And lo! where George of Clarence fweeps along,

Of force enough to bid his brother battle,
With whom an upright zeal to right prevails
More than the nature of a brother's love.

Come, Clarence, come; thou wilt, if Warwick call— [A parley is founded; Richard and Clarence whifper together; and then Clarence takes his red rofe out of his hat, and throws it at Warwick.

Cla. Father of Warwick, know you what this Look, here I throw my infamy at thee. [means?

I will not ruinate my father's houfe,

Who gave his blood to lime the ftones together,
And fet up Lancaster. Why, trow't thou, Warwick,
That Clarence is fo harsh, fo blunt, unnatural,
To bend the fatal inftruments of war
Against his brother and his lawful King?
Perhaps thou wilt object my holy oath;
To keep that oath were more impiety,
Than Jephthah's, when he facrific'd his daughter.
I am fo forry for my trefpafs made,

That, to deserve well at my brother's hands,
I here proclaim myfelf thy mortal foe;
With refolution, wherefoe'er I meet thee,

As I will meet thee if thou ftir abroad,

To plague thee for thy foul misleading me.
And fo, proud-hearted Warwick, I defy thee,
And to my brother turn my blufhing cheeks.
-Pardon me, Edward, I will make amends;
And, Richard, do not frown upon my faults,
For I will henceforth be no more inconftant.

K. Edw. Now welcome more, and ten times more belov'd,

Than if thou never hadft deferv'd our hate.

Glo. Welcome, good Clarence, this is brother-like.
War. O palling traitor, perjur'd and unjust!
K. Edw. What, Warwick, wilt thou leave the
town and fight?

Or fhall we beat the ftones 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'ft.

K. Edw. Yes, Warwick, Edward dares, and leads the way.

-Lords,to the field; StGeorge and victory! [Exeunt. [March. Warwick and his company follow.

SCENE III.

A Field of Battle near Barnet,

Alarm and excursions. Enter Edward, bringing forth Warwick wounded.

K. Edw. So, ly thou there: die thou, and die our For Warwick was a bug that fear'd us all. [fear: Now, Montague, fit falt; I feek for thee,

That Warwick's bones may keep thine company,
[Exit.
War. Ah, who is nigh? come to me, friend or foe,
And tell me who is victor, York or Warwick?
Why afk I that? my mangled body. fhows,
My blood, my want of ftrength, my fick heart fhows,
That I muft yield my body to the earth,
And, by my fall, the conqueft to my foe,
Thus yields the cedar to the axe's edge, if
Whofe arms gave fhelter to the princely eagle,
Under whofe hade the ramping lion flept,
Whofe top branch over-pear'd Jove's fpreading tree,
And kept low fhrubs from winter's pow'rful wind.
Thefe eyes, that now are dim'd with death's black
Have been as piercing as the mid-day fun, [veil,
'To fearch the fecret treafons of the world.

The wrinkles in my brow, now fill'd with blood, .

Were lik ned oft to kingly fepulchres;

For who liv'd King but I could dig his grave?
And who durft imile when Warwick bent his brow?
Lo! now my glory fear'd in duft and blood!
My parks, my walk, my manors that I had,
Ev'n now forlake me; and of all my lands
Is nothing left me but my body's length.
Why, what is pomp, rule, reign, but earth and duft?
And live we how we can, yet die we muft. 1.
Enter Oxford and Somerfet.

- Som. Ah, Warwick, Warwick, wert thou as we We might recover all our loss again. [are, The Queen from France hath, brought a puiflant pow;

Ev'n now we heard the news. Ah, could't thou fly!
War. Why, then I would not fly.—Ah, Montague,
If thou be there, fweet brother, take my hand,
And with thy lips keep in my foul a while
Thou lov't me not; for, brother, if thou didft,...
Thy tears would wash this cold congealed blood,
That glews my lips, and will not let me fpeak,
Come quickly, Montague, or I am dead..

Som. Ah, Warwick, Montague hath breath'd his
And to the latest gafp cry'd out for Warwick, [laft,
And faid, Commend me to my valiant brother
And more he would have faid, and more he spoke,,
Which founded like a clainour in a vault,
That might not be diftinguifh'd; but at last
I-well might hear deliver'd with a groan,
O, farewell, Warwick!

War. Sweetly reft his foul!

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Fly, Lords, and fave yourlelves; for Warwick bids › You all farewell, to meet again in heav'n,, [Dies." Oxf. Away, away, to meet the Queen's great power. They bear away his body, and excunt.

SCENE IV.

Changes to another Part of the Field.

Flourish. Enter King Edward in triumph; with Gloucefter, Clarence, and the rest.

K. Edw. Thus far our fortune keeps an upward course,

And we are grac'd with wreaths of victory.
But, in the midst of this bright-fhining day,
I fpy a black, fulpicious, threat'ning cloud,
That will encounter with our glorious fun,
Ere he attain his eafeful western bed;

I mean, my Lords, thofe powers that the Queen
Hath rais'd in Gallia, have arriv'd our coaft,
And, as we hear, march on to fight with us.

Clar. A little gale will foon difperfe that cloud,
And blow it to the fource from whence it came;
Thy very beams will dry thofe vapours up,
For every cloud engenders not a storm.

Glou. The Queen is valued thirty thousand strong; And Somerfet, with Oxford, fled to her." If the hath time to breathe, be well affur'd Her faction will be full as ftrong as ours.

K. Edw We are advertis'd by our loving friends, That they do hold their courfe toward Tewksbury. We having now the beft at Barnet field, Will thither ftraight; for willingness rids way; And as we march, our ftrength will be augmented In every county as we go along.

Strike up the drum, cry,-Courage, and away.

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[Exeunt.

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March. Enter the Queen, Prince of Wales, Somer fet, Oxford, and Soldiers.

Queen, Great Lords, wife men ne'er fit and wail their lofs,

But chearly feek how to redrefs their harins.
What though the maft be now blown over-board,
The cable broke, the holding anchor loft,
And half our failors fwallow'd in the flood?
Yet lives our pilot ftill; is't meet that he
Should leave the helm, and, like a fearful lad,
With tear-full eyes add water to the fea,
And give more ftrength to that which hath too much,
While in his mean the fhip fplits on the rock,
Which industry and courage might have fav'd?
Ah, what a fhame! ah, what a fault were this!
Say, Warwick was our anchor; what of that?
And Montague our top-maft; what of him?
Our flaughter'd friends the tackle; what of thefe?
Why, is not Oxford here another anchor?
And Somerfet another goodly máft?

The friends of France our throuds and tackling ftill?
And though unfkilful, why not Ned and I
For once allow'd the fkilful pilot's charge?
We will not from the helm to fit and weep,
But keep our courie, though the rough wind fay, No,
From fhelves and rocks that threaten us with wreck.
As good to chide the waves, as fpeak them fair;
And what is Edward, but a ruthlefs fea?
What Clarence, but a quick-fand of deceit ?
And Richard, but a ragged fatal rock?
All thefe the enemies to our poor bark.
Say, you can fwim, alas, 'tis but a while;
Tread on the fand, why, there you quickly fink;
Beftride the rock, the tide will wash you off,
Or elle you famifh, that's a three-fold death.
This fpeak. 1, Lords, to let you understand,
In cate fome one of you would fly from us,
That there's no hop'd-for mercy with the brothers,
More than with ruthlefs waves, with fands, and
rocks.

Why, courage, then what cannot be avoided,
Tere childifh weaknefs to lament or fear.
Prince. Methinks a woman of this valiant fpirit
Should, if a coward heard her fpeak thele werds,
Infufe.is breaft with magnanimity,
And make him naked, foil a man at armst
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