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O, farewell, Warwick!
War.

Sweet rest to his soul ! Fly, lords, and save yourselves; for Warwick bids You all farewell, to meet again in heaven. [Dies. Oxf. Away, away, to meet the queen's great

power!
Exeunt, bearing off Warwick's Body.

SCENE III.

Another Part of the Field.

Flourish. Enter King EDWARD in triumph; with

CLARENCE, Gloster, 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-shining day, · I spy a black, suspicious, threat’ning cloud, · That will encounter with our glorious sun, · Ere he attain his easeful western bed: • I mean, my lords,—those powers, that the queen • Hath rais'd in Gallia, have arriv'd our coast, * And, as we hear, march 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.

* Glo. The queen is valu'd thirty thousand strong, • And Somerset, with Oxford, fled to her; * If she have time to breathe, be well assurd, 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 toward Tewksbury; • We having 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.

[Exeunt.

SCENE IV.

Plains near Tewksbury.

March. Enter Queen MARGARET, Prince EDWARD,

SOMERSET, OXFORD, and Soldiers. * Q. Mar. Great lords, wise men ne'er sit and

wail their loss, * But cheerly seek how to redress their harms. • What though the mast be now blown over-board, • The cable broke, the holding anchor lost, • And half our sailors 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 tearful eyes add water to the sea, * And give more strength to that which hath too

much; * Whiles, in his moan, the ship splits on the rock, * Which industry and courage might have savd? * Ah, what a shame! ah, what a fault were this! • Say, Warwick was our anchor; What of that? ' And Montague our top-mast; What of him?

Our slaughter'd friends the tackles; What of these? • Why, is not Oxford here another anchor?

And Somerset another goodly mast? • The friends of France our shrouds and tacklings?

And, though unskilful, why not Ned and I · For once allow'd the skilful pilot's charge? . We will not from the helm, to sit and weep; * But keep our course, though the rough wind say,

no,

* From shelves and rocks that threaten us with

wreck.

* As good to chide the waves, as speak them fair.
* And what is Edward, but a ruthless sea ?
* What Clarence, but a quicksand of deceit?
* And Richard, but a ragged fatal rock?
* All these the enemies to our poor bark.
* Say, you can swim; alas, 'tis but a while:
* Tread on the sand; why, there you quickly
* Bestride the rock; the tide will wash you off,
* Or else you famish, that's a threefold death.
* This speak I, lords, to let you understand,
* In case some one of

you
would fly

from

us, * 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, * 'Twere childish weakness to lament, or fear.

* Prince. Methinks, a woman of this valiant spirit * Should, if a coward heard her speak these words, * Infuse his breast with magnanimity, * And make him, naked, foil a man at arms. * I speak not this, as doubting any here: · For, did I but suspect a fearful man, • He should have leave to go away betimes;

Lest, in our need, he might infect another, • And make him of like spirit to himself. • If any such be here, as God forbid ! · Let him depart, before we need his help.

Oxf. Women and children of so high a courage! And warriors faint! why, 'twere perpetual shame. "O, brave young prince! thy famous grandfather Doth live again in thee; Long may'st 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 resolute.

Oxf. 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.
Q. Mar. This cheers my heart, to see your for-

wardness. Oxf. Here pitch our battle, hence we will not

budge.

March. Enter, at a distance, King EDWARD,

CLARENCE, GLOSTER, and Forces. K. Edw. Brave followers, yonder stands the

thorny wood, · Which, by the heavens' assistance, and your strength, * Must 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.

Q. Mar. Lords, knights, and gentlemen, what I My tears gainsay; for every word I speak, · Yé see, I drink the water of mine eyes. • Therefore, no more but this:—Henry, your sove

reign, • Is prisoner to the foe; his state usurp’d, * His realm a slaughterhouse, his subjects slain, • His statutes cancell’d, and his treasure spent;

should say,

? My tears gainsay ;] To gainsay is to unsay, to deny, to contradict.

• 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.

[Exeunt both Armies.

SCENE V.

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, Prisoners.

K. Edw. Now, here a period of tumultuous broils. Away with Oxford to Hammes' castles 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 words. • Šom. Nor İ, 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_proclaination made,—that, who

finds Edward, * 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 speak: * What! can so young a thorn begin to prick? • Edward, what satisfaction canst thou make,

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to Hammes' castle-] A castle in Picardy, where Oxford was confined for many years. VOL. VI.

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