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Ev'n with the dearest blood vour bodies bear.

K. Edw. The harder match'd, the greater victory;
My mind presageth happy gain and conquest.

Enter Somerset, with drum and colours.
Som. Somerset ! Somerset! for Lancaster!

Glou. Two of thy name, boib Dukes of Somerset,
Have sold their lives unto the house of York;
And thou shalt be the third, if this sword hold.

Enter Clarence, with drun and colours.
War. And lo!' where George of Clarence fiveeps

Of force enough to bid his brother battle,
With whom an upright zeal to right prevails
More than the nature of a brotlier's love.
Coine, Clarence, come; thou wilt, if Warwick call

[A paxley is founded ; Richard and Clarence whi-
Fper together; anil tien Clarence takes his red rose
out of his hat, and throws it at Warwick.

Cla. Father of Warwick, know you wliat this
Look, here I throw my infamy at thee. [ineans?
I will not ruinate my father's house,
Who gave his blood to lime the stones togriher,
And set up Lancaster. Why, trow'lt thon, Verwick,
That Clarence is so harsh, fo blunt, unnaiural, .
To bend the fatal instrunients 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 so sorry for my irelpass made,
That, to deserve well at my brother's hands,
I here proclaim myself thy mortal fue ;
With resolution, wherefoe'er I'meet thee,
As I will meet thee if thou ftir abroad,
To plague thee for thy foul misleading me.
And so, proud-hearted Warwick, I defy thee,
And to my brother iuru my blushing cheeks.
--Pardon me, Edward, I will make amends;
And, Richard, do not frown upon my faults,
Een I will hermaforth be no more in constant.


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K. Eilw. Now welcome more, and ten times more

Than if thou never hadst deserv'd our hate.

Clo. Welcome, good Clarence, this is brother-like.
War. O passing traitor, perjur'd and unjult!
K. Edw. What, Warwick, wilt thou leave the

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 prelently,
And bid tliee barile, Edward, if thou dar'ft.

K. Edw. Yes, Warwick, Edward dares, and leads
Lords to the field; S:George and victory![Exeunt.
[March." Warwick and his company follow.

SCENE 111.

A Field of Battle near Barnet. Alarne? and excursions. Enter Edward, bringing

i forth Warwick wounded. K. Edw. So, ly thou there: die thou, and die oor For Warwick was a bug that scar'd us all. [fear: Now, Montague, sit falt; I seek for thee, That Warwick's bones may keep thine company

[Exit. Tar. Ah, who is nigh? come to me, friend or foe, And tell me who is viétor, York or Warwick Why ak Ithat? my mangled body, thos My blood, my want of strength, my fick heart hows, That I must yield my body to the earth, a ist Ard, by, my, fall, the conquest to my foe, 'n.. Thus yields the cedar to ibe axe's edge, the Whose arms fave

fhelter the princely eagleg:
Unider irtote Made the ramping lion slept,
Whole top branch over-peer'd jove's spreading tree,
And kept low ilirubs from winter's pow'rful wind.

These eyes, that now are dim'd with death's black
Have been as piercing as the mid-day fun, [veil,
'To search the secret treasons of the world.
The wrinkles in my brow, now fill'd with blood, .


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Were kik ned oft to kingly fepulchres ; For who liv'd King but I could dig his grave? And who durftimile trhen Warisick beni bis brow? Lo! now my glory lineard in duft and blood !

My parks, my jalk, my manors that I had, 3Ev'n' now fórlake nie; and of all my lands

Is nothing left me but my body's leng:h,
Why, what is pomp, rule, reign, but earth and dust?
And live ve how we can, yet die we must.

Enter Oxford and Somerler.
Som. Ah; Warwick, Warivick, wert thou as we
We inight recover all our loss again.

[are, The Queen from France liath brought a puillant Ev'n now we heard the new's, Ah, could'I thou fly!

War. Why, then I would not fly. -Ah, Montague, If thou be ihere, sweet brother, take my hand, And with thy lips keep in my soul a while Thou lov’lt me not; for, brother, ifstliou 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 gasp cry'd out for Warwick, [lall, And more he would have said, and more he spoke, , Which fourided-like a clainour in a vault, That might not be diftinguish'd; but at last 1-well might hear deliver'd

with a givana O, farewell, Warwick !

War. Sweetly reft his foul! Fly, Lords; and save y yourlelves; for Warwick bids : You all farewell, to meet again in heav'n, [Dies. Oxf. Away, away, 10 nieet the Queen's great

power. [They bear away his body, and exeunt.

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S CE N E IV. Changes to another part of the Field. Flourith. Enter King Edward in triumph; with Glou

cester, Clarence, and the rest,
K. Edw. Thus far our fortune keeps an upward

And we are grac'd with wreaths of victory:
But, in the inidit of this bright-hining day,
I fpy a black, suspicious, threat'ning cloud,
That will encommer with our glorious fun,
Ere he aitain his ealeful western bed ;
I mean, my Lords, thote powers that the Queen
Hath rais'd in Gallia, have arriv'd our coast,
And, as we hear, narch 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 vapours up,
For every cloud engenders not a storm

Glou. The Queen is valued thirty thoufand strong; And Somerset, with Oxford, fled to lier. If the hath tune to breathe, be well allur'd Her faction will be full as strong as ours.

K. Edw We are advertis’d by our loving friends, That they do hold their course tow'rd Tewksbury. We havivg 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.

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But chearly seek how to redress their harins,
What though the inalt be now blown over-board,
The cable broke, the holding anchor lost,
And half our tailors swallow'd in the flood?
Yet lives our pilot still; is't meet that he
Should leave the helm, and, like a fearful lad,
With tear-full eyes add water to the lea,
And give more Itrength to that which hath 100 much,
While in bis mcan the thip splits on the rock,
Which industry and courage inight have far'd?
Ah, what a thame! ah, what a fault were this!
Say, Warwick was our anchor; what of that?
And Montague our top-malt; what of him?
Our slaughter'd friends the tackle, what of these?
'Why, is not Oxford lere another anchor?
And Somerset another goodly mast?
The friends of France our throuds and tackling still?
And though unskilful, wlay not Ned and I
For once allow'd the skilful pilot's charge ?
We will not from the helm' 10 fit and weep,
But keep our courie, though the rough wind say, No,
From thelves and rocks that threaten us with wrecka
As good to chide the waves, as fpeak them fair;
And what is Edward, but a ruthless fea?
What Clarence, but a quick-fand of deceit?
And Richard, but a ragged fatal rock?
All these the enemies to our poor bark.
Say, you can swin, alas, 'tis but a while;
Tread on the land, why, there yote quickly fink,

rock, the tide ,
Or elle you famill, that's a three-fold death.
This speak 1, Lords to let you understand,
In cate some one of you would fly from us, a
That there's no hop’d-for mercy with the brothers,
More than with ruthless waves, , with sands, and

rocks. Why, courage, then !'what cannot be avoided, IT vere

childish weakness to lament or fear. ****Prince. Methinks a woman of this valiant fpirit

Should, if a coward heard her speak thele werds,
Infye. Bis breast with magnanimity,
And make bim naked; Foilaman at arms:ss

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