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I speak got this, as doubting any here:
Oxf. Women and children of to high a courage!
Som. And he that will not fight for fuch a hope, Go home to bed, and like the owl by day, If he arise, be mock'd and wonder'd at. Queen. Thanks, gentle Somerset ; sweet Oxford,
thanks. Priuce. And take his thanks that yet hath no. thing elles
Ester a Mulhenger. Mef. Prepare you, Lords, for Edivard is at handy Ready to fight; therefore be resolute.
Oxf. I thought no less ;- it is his policy,
Son. But he's deceiv'd; Ke-are in readiness.
wardness Oxf. Here piich our battle; hence we will not
i S CE N E. VI: March. Enter King Edward, Gloucester, Clarences
and Soldiers, on the other side of the stage. K. Edw. Brave followers, yonder stands the thor:
nry wood, Wbich, by the Heav'n's affstance and your strengtit, , Muft 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...
Qucen. Lords, Kniglits, and gentlemen, what I
Mould say, My tears gain-lay, for every word I speak, Ye lee, I drink the water of my eye. Therefore no more but this : Henry, your Sov’reign, Is pris'ner to the foe, his state ulurp'd, His realın a slaughter-house, his subjects fiain, His statutes cancell'd, and his trealure spent; And yonder is the wolf that makes this fpoil. You fight in justice ; then, in God's name, Lords, Be valiant, and give signal to the batile. Alarnt. Retreat. Excursions. Both parties go out. Re-enter King Edward, Gloucester, Clarence, &c.
The Queen, Oxford, and Somerset, prisoners.
K. Edw. Now here's a period of tumultuous broils. Away with Oxford to Hamnes-castle straight ; ”. For Somerset, off with his guilty head. -Go, bear them thence; I will not hear them speak. Oxf. For iny part, l'll not trouble thee with words. Som. Nor I, bat stoop with patience to my for...
[Exount. Queen. So part we fadly in this troublous world, To meet with joy in sweet Jerusalem. K. Edw. Is proclamation made, that who finds
Enter the Prince of Wales.
Queen. Ah! that thy father had been so resolva!
Glou. That you might ftill have worn the petticoal, And ne'er havę stol'n the breech from Lancaster.
Prince. Let Ælop fable in a winter's night, His currish riddles fort not with this place.
Gly. By Heaven, brai, I'll plague ye for that ivord. Queen. Ay, thou watt born to be a plague to men. Glou. For God's fake take away this captive fcold. Prince. Nay, take away this scolding crook-baek
rather. K. Edw. Peace, wilful boy, or. I will charm your
tongue. Cla. Untutor’d lad, thou art too malapert.
Prince. I know my duty, you're unduiiful : Lalcivious Edward, and thou perjur'd George, And thou mif-Shapen Dick, I tell ye all, I am your better, traitors as ye are, And thou usurp'ft my father's right and mine. Glou. Take that, thou likeness of this railer here.
[Stabs him. K. Edw. And take thou that, to end thy agony.
[Edw. stabs hit. Cla. And there's for twitring me with perjury.
[Cla. Stabs him. Queen. Oh, kill me too ! Clou. Marry, and shall. [Offers to kill her. 4. Edw. Hold, Richard, hold; for we have done
too inuch, Glou. Why should the live, to fill the world with
words? K. Edw. What? dóth flie swoon? use means for
Cla. What? what?
'em oui. 91009. Oh Ned, sweet Ned! speak to thy mother,
boy. Cars thou not speak? O traitors, murderers ! Thuy that stabb’d Cæsar, shed no blood.ai all;
Did not offend, and were not worthy blame,
force. Queen. Nay, niever bear me hence, 'dispatch me
Cla. By Heav'n I will not do thee fo’much eale.
thou do it.
do it?" D:leen. Ay, but thou useft to fors vear thyself. 'Twas fin before, but now 'uis charity.' What, wilt thou not? where is that devil's butcher, Richard ? hard-favour'd Richard, where art thou? Thou art not here; murder is thy alms-deed, Petitioner for blood thou ne'er pui'it back. K. Edw. Alway, I say; I charge ye, bear her
hence. Queen. So come to you and yours, as to this prince !
[Exit Queen. K. Edw. Where's Richard gone?
Clar: To London all in poft ; and, as I guess,
With pay and thanks, and let's away to London,
SC E N E VII.
wit: the Lieutenant 01 the Tower walls.. Glou. Good day my Lord; what, at your book
so hard? K. Henry. Ay, my good Lord'; my Lord, I Nould
fay rathers s Tis fin to flatter, good was little better ; Good Glo'iter, and good devil, were alike, And both prepost'rous ; therefore not good Lord. -Glou. Sir, leave us to ourselves, we must confer.
[Exit Lieutenant. K. Henry. So flies the recklefs shepherd froin the
wolf; So first the harmless flock doth yield his fleece, And next his throat unto the butcher's kuife. 'What fcene of death hath Rosciu's now to act *?
*Gloui. Suspicion always haunts the guilty niind i The thief doth fear each bush an officer.
K. Henry. The bird that hath been limed in a bulli, With trembling wings misdoubteth ev'ry bufh; And I, the hapless male to one sweet bird, Have now the fatal object in my eye, Where my poor young was lim’d, was caught, and
kill'd. Glou. Why, what a peevish fool was that of Crete, That taught his fon the office of a foil? And yet, for all his wings, the fool was drown'a.
K. Henry. I, Dædalus; my poor boy, Icarus; Thy father, Minos, that deny'd our courfe ;
* Roliius was certainly put for Richard by fome fimplc conceited player, who had heard of Rofcius and of Rome; but did not know that he was an actor in comedy, not in tragedy. Warburton,