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Sir John. I now my soueraigne speaketh War. Io Warwikeshire I have true harted like himselfe,

friends, And now will I be Edwards Champion, Not mutinous in peace, yet bold in warre, Sound Trumpets, for Edward shall be proclaimd. Them will I muster vp, and thou sonne Edward the fourth by the grace of God, king

Clarence shalt of England and France, and Lord of Ireland, In Essex, Suffolke, Norfolke, and in Kent, and whosoeuer gainsaies king Edwards right : Stir vp the knights and gentlemen to come by this I challenge him to single fight, long

with thee. line Edward the fourth.

And thou brother Montague, in Leistershire, All. Long live Edward the fourth. Buckingham and Northamptonshire shalt finde, Edu. We thanke you all. Lord Maire leade Men well inclinde to doe what thou commands, on the waie.

And thou brane Oxford wondrous well belou'd, For this night weele harbour here in Yorke, Shalt in thy countries muster vp thy friends. And then as earlie as the morning sunne, My soueraigne with his louing Citizens, Liftes vp his beames aboue this horison Shall rest in London till we come to him, Weele march to London, to meete with Warwike: Fair Lords take leaue and stand not to replie, And pull false Henry from the Regall throne. Farewell my soueraigne. [Exeunt Omnes. King. Farewel my Hector, my Troyes true

hope. (Act Iy. Scene VI.)

War. Farewell sweet Lords, lets meet at Enter WARWIKE and CLARENCE, with the

Couentrie. [Exeunt Omnes. Crowne, and then king HENRY, and OXFORD,

Enter Edward and his traine. and SUMMERSET, and the yong Earle of. Richmond

All. Sease on the shamefast Henry.

And once againe connaie him to the Tower, King. Thus from the prison to this princelie Awaie with him, I will not heare him speake. seat,

And now towards Couentrie let vs bend our By Gods great mercies am I brought Againe, Clarence and Warwike doe you To meet with Warwike and his confederates. Keepe the crowne, and gouerne and protect

[Exeunt Omnes. My realme in peace, and I will spend the Remnant of my daies, to sinnes rebuke

(Act V. Scene I.) And my Creators praise. War. What answeres Clarence to his soueraignes

Enter WARWIKE On the walles. will ?

War. Where is the post that came from Cia. Clarence agrees to what king Henry likes.

valiant Oxford ? King. My Lord of Summerset, what prettie How farre hence is thy Lord my honest fellow? Boie is that you seeme to be so carefull of? Sum. And it please your grace, it is yong

Oxf. post.

By this at Daintrie marching

hitherward: Henry,

War. Where is our brother Montague? Earle of Richmond.

Where is the post that came from Montague ? King. Henry of Richmond, Come hither

Post. I left him at Donsmore with his pretio Ladde.

troopes. If heauenlie powers doe aime aright

War. Say Summerfield where is my louing To my diuining thoughts, thou pretio boy,

son? Shalt proue this Countries blisse, Thy head is made to weare a princelie crowne,

And by thy gesse, how farre is Clarence hence ?

Sommer. At Southam my Lord I left him Thy lookes are all repleat with Maiestie,

with Make much of him my Lords, For this is he shall helpe you more,

His force, and doe expect him two houres

hence. Then you are hurt by me.

War. Then Oxford is at hand, I heare his (Act IV. Scene VIII.)

drum. Enter one with a letter to WARWIKE.

Enter EDWARD and his power. War. What Counsell Lords, Edward from Glo. See brother, where the surly Warwike Belgia,

mans the wal. With hastie Germaines and blunt Hollanders, War. O vnbid spight, is spotfull Edward Is past in safetie through the narrow seas,

come? And with his troopes doe march amaine to- Where slept our scouts, or how are they wardes London,

seduste, And manio giddie people follow him.

That we could haue no newes of their repaire ? Oxf. Tis best to looke to this betimes, Edw. Now Warwike wilt thou be sorrie for For if this fire doe kindle any further,

thy faults, It will be hard for vs to quench it out. And call Edward king and he will pardon thee.

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War. Naie rather wilt thou draw thy forces Sound a Parlie, and Richard and CLARENCE backe ?

whispers togither, and then CLARENCE takes his Confesse who set thee vp and puld thee downe ? red Rose out of his hat, and throwes is at Call Warwike patron and be penitent,

WARWIKE. And thou shalt still remaine the Duke of Yorke.

War. Com Clarence come, thou wilt if Glo. I had thought at least he would have

Warwike call. said the king.

Cla. Father of Warwike, know you what Or did he make the iest against his will.

this meanes ? War. Twas Warwike gaue the kingdome to

I throw mine infamie at thee, thy brother.

I will not ruinate my fathers house, Edw. Why then tis mine, if but by War-Who gaue his broud to lime the stones togither,

wikes gift. War. I but thou art no Atlas for so great That Clarence is so harsh vnnaturall,

And set vp Lancaster. Thinkest thou a waight, And weakling, Warwike takes his gift againe, And so proud harted Warwike 1 defle thee,

To lift his sword against his brothers life, Henry is my king, Warwike his subiect. Edu. I prethe gallant Warwike tell me this. Pardon me Edward, for I have done amisse,

And to my brothers turne my blushing cheekes? What is the bodie when the head is off?

And Richard doe not frowne vpon me, Glo. Alasse that Warwike bad no foresight,

For henceforth I will proue no more vnconstant.

Edw. Welcome Clarence, and ten times more But whilst he sought to steale the single ten,

welcome, The king was finelie fingerd from the decke? Then if thou neuer hadst deserud our hate. You left poore Henry in the Bishops pallace,

Glo. Welcome good Clarence, this is brotherlie. And ten to one you'le meet him in the Tower.

War. Oh passing traytor, periurd and vniust. Edw. Tis euen so, and yet you are olde

Edw. Now Warwike, wilt thou leave Warwike still. War. O cheerefull colours, see where Ox- The towne and fight? or shall we beate the

Stones about thine eares ? ford comes.

War. Why I am not coopt yppe heere for Enter OXFORD with drum and souldiers

defence, 8 al crie,

I will awaie to Barnet presently, Oxf. Oxford, Oxford, for Lancaster. [Exit. And bid thee battaile Edward if thou darpst.

Edw. Yes Warwike he dares, and leades Edw. The Gates are open, see they enter in,

the waie, Lets follow them and bid them battaile in the

Lords to the field, saint George and victorie. streetes.

[Exeunt Omnes Glo. No, so some other might set vpon our backes,

(Act V. Scene II.) Weele staie till all be entered, and then follow Alarmes, and then enter Warwicke wounded. them.

War. Ah, who is nie ? Come to my friend Enter SUMMERSET with drum and souldiers.

or foe, Sum. Summerset, Summerset, for Lancaster. And tell me who is victor Yorke or Warwike ?

[Exit. Why aske I that? my mangled bodieshewes, Glo. Two of thy name both Dukes of Sum- That I must yeeld my bodie to the earth. merset,

And by my fall the conquest to my foes, Haue solde their liues vnto the house of Yorke, Thus yeelds the Cedar to the axes edge, And thou shalt be the third and my sword hold, Whose armes gaue shelter to the princelie Eagle,

Vnder whose shade the ramping Lion slept, Enter MONTAGUE with drum and souldiers.

Whose top branch ouerpeerd Ioues spreading Mont. Montague, Montague, for Lancaster.


[Exit. The wrinkles in my browes now fild with bloud, Edw. Traitorous Montague, thou and thy Were likened oft to kinglie sepulchers. brother

For wbo liu'd king, but I could dig his grade? Shall deerelie abie this rebellious Act. And who durst smile, when Warwike bent his

brow? Enter CLARENCE with drum and souldiers.

Lo now my glorie smeerd in dust and bloud, War. And loe where George of Clarence My parkes, my walkes, my mannors that I had, sweepes

Euen now forsake me, and of all my lands, Along, of power enough to bid his brother Is nothing left me but my bodies length. battell.

Enter OXFORD and SUMMERSET. Cla. Clarence, Clarence, for Lancaster. Edw. Et tu Brute, wilt thou stab Cæsar Oxf. Ah Warwike, Warwike, cheere vp thy too?

selfe and live, A parlie sirra to George of Clarence.

For yet thears hope enough to win the daie.

I now,

Our warlike Queene with troopes 1s come from And in euerie countie as we passe along, France,

Our strengthes shall be augmented. And at South-hampton landed all hir traine, Come lets goe, for if we slacke this faire And mightst thou liue, thon would we nouer Bright Summers daie, sharpe winters fiie.

Showers will marre our hope for haie War. Whie then I would not flie, nor haue

[Ex. Omnes.

(Act V. Scene IV.) But Hereules himselfe must yeeld to ods, For mapie wounds receiu'd, and manie moe Enter the Queene, Prince EDWARD, OXFORD repaid,

and SUMMERSET, with drum and souldiers. Hath robd my strong knit sinews of their

Quee. Welcome to England, my louing strength,

friends of France. And spite of spites needes must I yoeld to And welcome Summorset, and Oxford too. death.

Once more haue we spread our sailes abroad, Som. Thy brother Montague bath breatha And though our tackling be almost consumde, his last,

And Warwike as our maine mast ouerthrowne, And at the pangs of death I heard him crie And saie, commend me to my valiant brother, That beares the sailes to bring vs vnto rest,

Yet warlike Lords raise you that sturdie post, And more he would have spoke and more he And Ned and I as willing Pilots should

said, Which sounded like a clamor in a vault,

For once with carefull mindes guide on the

sterne, That could not be distinguisht for the sound, To beare vs through that dangerous gulfo And so the valiant Montague gave vp the ghost. That heretofore hath swallowed vp our friends. War. What is pompe, rule, raigne, but

Prince. And if there be, as God forbid earth and dust?

there should, And live we how we can, yet die we must.

Amongst vs a timorous or fearefull man, Sweet rest his soule, flie Lords and save your Let him depart before the battels ioine, seluos,

Least he in time of need intise another, For Warwike bids you all farewell to meet in And so withdraw the souldiers harts from vs. Heauen.

[He dies.

I will not stand aloofe and bid you fight, Oxf. Come noble Summerset, lets take our But with my sword presse in the thickest horso,

thronges, Aud cause retrait be sounded through the campe, And single Edward from his strongest guard, That all our friends that yet remaine aliue,

And hand to hand enforce him for to yeeld, Maie be awarn’d and saue themselues by flight. Or leaue my bodie as witnesso of my thoughts. That dove, with them woelo post vnto the

Oxf. Women and children of so high resolue, Queene,

And Warriors faint, why twere perpetuall And once more trie our fortune in the field.

Shame? Oh braue youg Prince, thy [Ex. ambo. Noble grandfather doth liue againe

the, (Act V. Scene III.)

Long maiest thou liue to beare his image,

And to renew his glories. Enter EDWARD, CLARENCE, Gloster, with Sum. And he that turnes and flies when Bouldiers.

such do fight, Edw. Thus still our fortune giues vs victorie, Be hist, and wondered at if he arise.

Let him to bed, and like the Owle by daio And girts our temples with triumphant ioies, The bigboond traytor Warwike hath breathde

Enter a Messenger.

Mes. My Lords, Duke Edward with a mighAnd heauen this daie hath smilde vpon vs all,

ty power, But in this cleere and brightsome daie, Is marching hitherwards to fight with you. I see a blacke suspitious cloud appeare

Oxf. I thought it was his pollicie, to take That will encounter with our glorious sunne

vs vnprouided, Before he gaine bis easefull westerne beames, But here will we stand and fight it to the death I mean those powers which the Quoen hath got in France

Enter king EDWARD, CLA. Glo. Hast, Are landed, and meane once more to menace vs.

and Souldiers. Glo. Oxford and Summerset are fled to hir, Edw. See brothers, yonder stands the. And tis likelie if she have time to breath,

thornie wood, Her faction will be full as strong as ours.

Which by Gods assistance and your prowesse, Edw. We are aduertisde by our louing Shall with our swords yer night be cleane cut friends,

his last,

downe. That they doe hold their

towards Queen. Lords , Knights & gentlemen, what Tewxburie.

I should say,
Thither will we, for willingnes rids waie, My teares gainesaie, for as you see,

I drinko



The water of mine eies. Then no more. Ed. What doth she swound ? make meanes for
But this. Henry your king is Prisoner Her recouerie?
In the tower, his land and all our friends Glo. Clarence, excuse me to the king my
Are quite distrest, and yonder standes

brother, The Wolfe that makes all this,

I must to London on a serious matter,
Then on Gods Dame Lords togither cry saint Ere you come there, you shall heare more

AU. Saint George for Lancaster.

Cla. About what, prethe tell me?
The Tower man,

the Tower, Ile root (Act V. Scene V.)

them out. (Exit GLOSTER. Alarmes to the battell, YORKE flies, then the chambers be discharged. Then enter the king, Thou canst not speake.

Queen. Ah Ned, speake to thy mother boy? ah CLA. & Glo. & the rest, & make a great shout, Traytors , Tyrants, bloudie Homicides, and crie, for Yorke, for Yorke, and then the They that stabd Cæsar shed no bloud at all, Queene is taken, & the prince, & Oxf. & Sum, For he was 'a man, this in respect a childe, and then sound and enter all againe.

my death.

Whats worse then tyrant that I maie name, Edw. Lo here a period of tumultuous broiles, You have no children Deuils, if you bad, Awaie with Oxford to Hames castell straight, The thought of them would then haue stopt For Summerset off with bis guiltie head.

your rage, Awaie I will not heare them speake.

But if you euer hope to have a sonne, Oxf. For my part ile not trouble thee with Looke in his youth to haue him so cut off, words.

[Exit OXFORD. As Traitors you haue doone this sweet young Sum. Nor I, but stoope with patience to


[Exit Sum. Edw. Awaie, and beare her hence. Edw. Now Edward what satisfaction canst Queen. Naie nere beare me bence, dispatch thou make,

Me heere, hoere shoath thy sword, For stirring vp my subiects to rebellion ? Ile pardon thee my death. Wilt thou not? Prin. Speahe like a subiects proud ambitious Then Clarence, doe thou doe it? Yorke,

Cla. By Heaven I would not doe thee so Suppose that I am now my fathers mouth,

much ease. Resigne thy chaire, and where I stand kneele Queen. Good Clarence doe, sweet Clarence thou,

kill me too. Whilst I propose the selfesame words to thee, Cla. Didst thou not heare me sweare I would Which traytor thou woudst haus me answere to.

not do it? Queen. Oh that thy father had bin so resolu'd : Queen I, but thou vsest to forsweare thy Glo. That you might still haue kept your

selfe, Peticote, and nere haue stolne the

Twas sinne before, but now tis charitie. Breech from Lancaster.

Whears the Diuels butcher, hardfauored Richard, Prince. Let Aesop fable in a winters night, Richard where art thou? He is not heere, His currish Riddles sorts not with this place. Murder is his almes deed, petitioners Glo. By heauen brat lle plague you for For blond he nere put backe. that word,

Edw. Awaie I saio, and take her hence Queen. I, thou wast borne to be a plague

perforce. to men.

Queen. So come to you and yours, as to Glo. For Gods sake take awaio this captiue

this prince.

[Ex. scold,

Edw. Clarence, whithers Gloster gone? Prin. Nay take away this skolding Crookt- Cla. Marrie my Lord to London, and as backe rather,

1 gesse, to Edw. Peace wilfull boy, or I will tame Make a bloudie supper in the Tower. your tongue,

Edw. He is suddon if a thing come in his Cla. Vntuterd lad thou art too malepert.

head. Prin. I know my dutie, you are all vnduti- Well, discharge the common souldiers with paie full.

And thankes, and now let vs towards London, Lasciuious Edward, and thou periurd George, To see our gentle Queene how shee doth fare, And thou mishapen Dicke, I tell you all. For by this I hope shee hath a sonne for vs. I am your better, traytors as you be.

[Ereunt Omnes Edw. Take that, the litnes of this railer

(Act V. Scene VI.) heere. Queen. Oh kill me too.

Enter GLOSTER to king HENRY in the Tower. Gio. Marrie and shall.

Glo. Good day my Lord. What at your Edw. Hold Richard hold, for we hauo doone

booke so hard ? too much alreadie.

Hen. I my good Lord. Lord I should saie Glv. Why should she liue to fill the world with words?

Tis sinne to flatter, good was little better.


Good Gloster, and good Diuell, were all alike, For such as seeke the downefall of our house.
What scene of Death hath Rosius now to act? If anie sparke of life remaine in thee.
Glo. Suspition alwaies haunts a guiltie mind.

[Stab him againe. Hen. The birde once limde doth feare the Downe, downe to hell, and saie I sent thee fatall bush,

thither. And I the haplesso maile to one poore birde, I that haue neither pittie, love nor feare. Haue now the fatall obieet in mine eie , Indeed twas true that Henry told me of, Where my poore young was. limde, was caught For I haue often heard my mother saie, & kild.

That I came into the world with my legs forward, Glo. Why, what a foule was that of Creete? And had I not reason thinks you to make hast, That taught his sonne the office

And seeke their ruinos that vsurpt our rights ? Of a birde, and yet for all that the poore The women wept and the midwife cride, Fowle was drownde.

O lesus blesse vs, he is borne with teeth. Hen. I Dedalus, my poore sonne Icarus, And so I was indeed, which plainelie signifide, Thy father Minos that denide our course, That I should snarlo and bite and plaie the Thy brother Edward, the sunne that searde his

dogge. wings,

Then since Heauen hath made my bodie so, And thou the enuious gulfe that swallowed him. Let hell make crookt my mind to answere it. Ob better can my brest abide thy daggers point, I had no father, I am like no father, Then can mine eares that tragike historie. I haue no brothers, I am like no brothers, Glo. Why dost thou thinke I am an exe- And this word Loue which graybeards tearme cutioner?

diuine, Hen. A persecutor I am sure thou art, Be resident in men like one another, And if murdering innoceuts be executions, And not in me, I am my selfe alone. Then I know thou art an executioner. Clarence beware, thou keptst me from the Glo. Thy sonne I kild for his presumption.

light, Hen. Hadst thou bin kild when first thou But I will sort a pitchie daie for thee. didst presume,

For I will buz abroad such prophesies, Thou hadst not liude to kill a sonne of mine, As Edward shall be fearesull of his life, And thus I prophesie of thee.

And then to purge his feare, Ile be thy death. That manie a Widdow for her husbands death, Henry and his sonne are gone, thou Clarence And many an infants water standing eie,

next, Widowes for their husbands, children for their And by one and one I will dispatch the rest, fathers,

Counting my selfe but bad, till I be best. Shall curse the time that ever thou wert borne. Ile drag thy bodie in another roome, The owle shrikt at thy birth, an ouill signe, And triumph Henry in thy daie of doome. The night Crow cride, aboding lucklesse tune,

[Erit. Dogs bowld and hideous tempests shooke down

(Act V. Scene VII.) trees, The Rauen rookt her on the Chimnies top,

Enter king EDWARD, Queene ELIZABETH, and And chattering Pies in dismall discord sung, a Nurse with the young prince, and CLARENCE, Thy mother felt more then a mothers paine,

and Hastings, and others. And yet brought forth lesse then a mothers Edw. Once more wo sit in Englands royall hope,

throne, To wit: an vndigest created lumpe,

Repurchasde with the bloud of enemies, Not like the fruit of such a goodly tree, What valiant foemen like to Autumnes corne, Teeth hadst thou in thy head when thou wast Haue we mow'd downe in tops of all their pride ? borne,

Three Dukes of Summerset, threefold renowmd To signifi thou camst to bite the world, For hardie and vndoubted champions. And if the rest be true that I haue heard, Two Cliffords, as the father and the sonne, Thou canst into the world [He stabs him. And two Northumberlands, two brauer men

Glo. Die prophet in thy speech, lle heare Nere spurd their coursers at the trumpets sound. No more, for this amongst the rest, was 1 With them the two rough Beares, Warwike ordainde.

and Montague, Hen. I and for much more slaughter after this. That in their chaines fettered the kinglie Lion, O God forgiue my sinnes, and pardon thee. And made the Forrest tremble when they roard,

[He dies. Thus haue we swept suspition from our seat, Glo. What? will the aspiring bloud of And made our footstoole of securitie. Lancaster

Come hither Besse, and let me kisso my boie, Sinke into the ground, I had thought it would Young Ned, for thee, thine Vncles and my selfe, haue mounted,

Haue in our armors watcht the Winters night, See how my sword weepes for the poore kings Marcht all a foote in summers skalding heat, death.

That thou mightst repossesse the crowne in peace, Now maie such purple teares be alwaios shed, And of our labours thou shalt reape the gaine.

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