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Is new committed to the bishop of York,

Glo. Come then, away; let's have no m re ado. Fell Warwick's brother, and by that our foe.

K. Edw. Bishop, farewell: shield thee from War. Rir. These news, I must confess, are full of grief:

wick's frown ; Yet, gracious madam, bear it as you may ;

And pray that I may repossess the crown. [Breuert Warwick may lose, that now hath won the day. Q. Eliz. Till then, fair hope must hinder life's SCENE VI. A Room in the Tower.

decay. And I the rather wean me from despair,

Enter King HENRY, CLARENCE, WARWICK, So For love of Edward's offspring in my womb :

MERSET, young RICHMOND, OXFORD, MONTAGUE, This is it that makes me bridle passion

Lieutenant of the Tower, and Attendants. And bear with mildness my misfortune's cross ;

K. Hen. Master lieutenant, now that God and Ay, ay, for this I draw in many a tear,

friends And stop the rising of blood-sucking sighs,

Have shaken Edward from the regal seat ; Lest with my sighs or tears I blast or drown And turn'd my captive state to liberty, King Edward's fruit, true heir to the English crown. My fear to hope, my sorrows unto joys; Riv. But, madam, where is Warwick then be- At our enlargement what are thy due fees ? come?

Lieu. Subjects may challenge nothing of their Q. Eliz. I am informed, that he comes towards

sovereigns; London,

But, if an humble prayer may prevail, To set the wywn once more on Henry's head : I then crave pardon of your majesty, Guess thou the rest; king Edward's friends must K. Hen. For what, lieutenant ? for well using

down. But, to prevent the tyrant's violence,

Nay, be thou sure, I'll well requite thy kindness, (For trust not him that hath once broken faith,)

For that it made my imprisonment a pleasure: I'll hence forthwith unto the sanctuary,

Ay, such a pleasure as incaged birds To save at least the heir of Edward's right;

Conceive, when, after many moody thoughts, There shall I rest secure from force, and fraud. At last, by notes of household harmony, Come therefore, let us fly, while we may fly; They quite forget their loss of liberty. If Warwick take us, we are sure to die. (Ereunt. But, Warwick, after God, thou set’st me free,

And chiefly therefore, I thank God, and thee; SCENE. V.

A Park near Middleham Castle in He was the author, thou the instrument.
Yorkshire.

Therefore, that I may conquer fortune's spite,

By living low, where fortune cannot hurt me; Enter GLOSTER, Hastings, Sir WILLIAM STANLEY, And that the people of this blessed land and others.

May not be punish'd with my thwarting stars ; Glo. Now, my lord Hastings, and sir William Warwick, although my head still wear the crown, Stanley,

I here resign my government to thee, Leave off to wonder, why I drew you hither, For thou art fortunate in all thy deeds. Into this chiefest thicket of the park.

War. Your grace hath still been fam'd for virtuous; Thus stands the case: You know, our king, my And now may seein as wise as virtuous, brother,

By spying, and avoiding, fortune'ş malice, Is prisoner to the bishop here, at whose hands For few men rightly temper with the stars : He hath good usage and great liberty ;

Yet in this one thing let me blame your grace, And often, but attended with weak guard,

For choosing me, when Clarence is in place. Comes hunting this way to disport himself.

Clar. No, Warwick, thou art worthy of the sway I have advertis'd him by secret means,

To whom the heavens, in thy nativity, That if, about this hour, he make this way,

Adjudg'd an olive branch, and laurel crown,
Under the colour of his usual game,

As likely to be blest in peace, and war;
He shall here find his friends, with horse and men, And therefore I yield thee my free consent.
To set him free from his captivity.

War. And I choose Clarence only for protector.

K. Hen. Warwick, and Clarence, give me both Enter King Edward, and a Huntsman.

your hands; Hunt. This way, my lord; for this way lies the Now join your hands, and, with your hands, your game.

hearts, K. Edw. Nay, this way, man ; see, where the That no dissention hinder government : huntsmen stand.

I make you both protectors of this land ; Now, brother of Gloster, lord Hastings, and the rest, While I myself will lead a private life, Stand you thus close, to steal the bishop's deer ? And in devotion spend my latter days,

Glo. Brother, the time and case requireth haste; To sin's rebuke, and my Creator's praise. Your horse stands ready at the park corner.

War. What answers Clarence to his sovereign's K. Edw. But whither shall we then ?

will ? Hast. To Lynn, my lord; and ship from thence Clar. That he consents, if Warwick yield consent; to Flanders.

For on thy fortune I repose myself. Glo. Well guess'd, believe me ; for that was my War. Why then, the:gh loath, yet must I be conmeaning.

tent: K. Edw. Stanley, I will requite thy forwardness. We'll yoke together, like a double shadow Glo. But wherefore stay we? 'tis no time to talk. To Henry's body, and supply his place ; K. Edw. Huntsman, what say'st thou ? wilt thou I mean, in bearing weight of government, go along?

While he enjoys the honour, and his ease. Hunt. Better do so, than tarry and be hang’d. And, Clarence, now then it is more than needful,

Forthwith that Edward be pronounc'd a traitor, What then remains, we being thus arriv'd
And all his lands and goods be confiscate.

From Ravenspurg haven before the gates of York, Clar. What else? and that succession be deter- But that we enter, as into our dukedom ? min'd.

Glo. The gates made fast! - Brother, I like not War. Ay, therein Clarence shall not want his part.

this; K. Hen. But, with the first of all your chief attairs, For many men, that stumble at the threshold, Let me entreat, (for I command no more,)

Are well foretold — that danger lurks within. That Margaret your queen, and my son Edward, K. Edw. Tush, man ! abodements must not now Be sent for, to return from France with speed :

affright us : For, till I see them here, by doubtful fear

By fair or foul means we must enter in, My joy of liberty is half eclips'd.

For hither will our friends repair to us. Clar. It shall be done, my sovereign, with all speed. Hast. My liege, I'll knock once more, to sumK. Hen. My lord of Somerset, what youth is that,

mon them. Of whom you seem to have so tender care ? Som. My liege, it is young Henry, earl of Rich

Enter on the walls, the Mayor of York, and his

brethren. mond. K. Hen. Come hither, England's hope: If secret May. My lords, we were forewarned of your powers (Lays his hand on his head.

coming, Suggest but truth to my divining thoughts,

And shut the gates for safety of ourselves ; This pretty lad will prove our country's bliss. For now we owe allegiance unto Henry. His looks are full of peaceful majesty ;

K. Edw. But, master mayor, if Henry be your His head by nature fram’d to wear a crown,

king, His hand to wield a scepter ; and himself

Yet Edward, at the least, is duke of York. Likely, in time, to bless a regal throne.

May. True, my good lord ; I know you for no less. Make much of him, my lords; for this is he

K. Edw. Why, and I challenge nothing but my Must help you more than you are hurt by me.

dukedom;

As being well content with that alone.
Enter a Messenger.

Glo. But, when the fox hath once got in his nose, War. What news, my friend ?

He'll soon find means to make the body follow. Mess. That Edward is escaped from your brother,

[ Aside. And fled, as he hears since, to Burgundy.

Hast. Why, master mayor, why stand you in a War. Unsavoury news: But how made he escape ?

doubt? Mess. He was convey'd by Richard duke of Gloster, Open the gates, we are king Henry's friends. And the lord Hastings, who attended him

May. Ay, say you so ? the gates shall then be In secret ambush on the forest side,

(Ereunt from above. And from the bishop's huntsmen rescued him; Glo. A wise stout captain, and persuaded soon! For hunting was his daily exercise.

Hast. The good old man would fain that all were War. My brother was too careless of his charge.

well, But let us hence, my sovereign, to provide

So 'twere not 'long of him : but, being enter'd, A salve for any sore that may betide.

I doubt not, I, but we shall soon persuade
(Ereunt King HENRY, War. Clar. Lieut. Both him, and all his brothers, unto reason.

and Attendants.
Som. My lord, I like not of this fight of Ed-

Re-enter the Mayor, and two Aldermen, below. ward's :

K. Edw. So, master mayor : these gates must not For, doubtless, Burgundy, will yield him help ;

be shut, And we shall have more wars, before't be long. But in the night, or in the time of war. As Henry's late presaging prophecy.

What! fear not, man, but yield me up the keys; Did glad my heart, with hope of this young Rich

[Takes his keys. mond ;

For Edward will defend the town, and thee, So doth my heart misgive me, in these conflicts And all those friends that deign to follow me. What may befall him, to his arm, and ours : Therefore, lord Oxford, to prevent the worst,

Drum. Enter MoNTGOMERY, and Forces, marching. Forthwith we'll send him hence to Britany,

Glo. Brother, this is sir John Montgomery, Till storms be past of civil enmity.

Our trusty friend, unless I be deceiv'd. Oxf. Ay; for, if Edward repossess the crown,

K. Edw. Welcome, sir John ! But why come you T'is like, that Richmond with the rest shall down.

in arms? Som. It shall be so; he shall to Britany.

Mont. To help king Edward in his time of storm. Come, therefore, let's about it speedily. '[Exeunt. As every loyal subject ought to do.

K. Edw. Thanks, good Montgomery : But we SCENE VII. — Before York.

now forget

Our title to the crown ; and only claim Enter King EDWARD, GLOSTER, HASTINGS, and

Our dukedom, till God please to send the rest. Forces.

Mont. Then fare you well, for I will hence again; K. Edw. Now, brother Richard, lord Hastings, I came to serve a king, and not a duke, – and the rest ;

Drummer, strike up, and let us march away. Yet thus far fortune maketh us amends,

(A march begun. that once more I shall interchange K. Edw. Nay, stay, sir John, awhile; and we'll My waned state for Henry's regal crown.

debate, Well have we pass'd, and now repass'd the seas, By what safe means the crown may be recover'd. And brought desired help from Burgundy :

Mont. What talk you of debating ? in few words,

NO 3

open'd.

And says

crowns.

nate:

If you'll not nere proclaim yourself our king, The knights and gentlemen to come with thee :
I'll leave you to your fortune ; and be gone, Thou, brother Montague, in Buckingham,
To keep them back that come to succour you : Northampton, and in Leicestershire, shalt find
Why should we fight, if you pretend no title? Men well inclin'd to hear what thou command'st :-
Glo. Why, brother, wherefore stand you on nice And thou, brave Oxford, wondrous well belov’d,
points ?

In Oxfordshire shalt muster up thy friends. K. Edw. When we grow stronger, then we'll My sovereign, with the loving citizens, make our claim :

Like to his island, girt in with the ocean, Till then, 'tis wisdom to conceal our meaning. Or modest Dian, circled with her nymphs, Hast. Away with scrupulous wit! now arms must Shall rest in London, till we come to him. rule.

Fair lords, take leave, and stand not to reply. – Glo. And fearless minds climb soonest unto Farewell, my sovereign.

K. Hen. Farewell, my Hector, and my Troy's Brother, we will proclaim you out of hand ;

true hope. The bruit thereof will bring you many friends. Clar. In sign of truth, I kiss your highness' hand.

K. Edw. Then be it as you will : for 'tis my right, K. Hen. Well-minded Clarence, be thou foruAnd Henry but usurps the diadem. Mont. Ay, now, my sovereign speaketh like Mont. Comfort, my lord ; - and so I take my himself;

leave. And now will I be Edward's champion.

Oxf. And thus [kissing Henry's hand.] I seal Hast. Sound, trumpet ; Edward shall be here pro

my truth, and bid adieu. claim'd :

K. Hen. Sweet Oxford, and my loving Montagne, Come, fellow-soldier, make thou proclamation. And all at once, once inore a happy farewell. [Gives him a paper:

Flourish. War. Farewell, sweet lords ; let's meet at Co Sold. (Reads.] Edward the Fourth, by the grace

ventry. of God, king of England and France, and lord of

[Ereunt War. CLAR. Oxr. and Mont. Ireland, &c.

K. Hen. Here at the palace will I rest a while. Mont And whosoe'er gainsays king Edward's Cousin of Exeter, what thinks your lordship? right,

Methinks, the power, that Edward hath in field, By this I challenge him to single fight.

Sbould not be able to encounter mine. [Throws down his gauntlet. Ere. The doubt is, that he will seduce the rest. All. long live Edward the Fourth !

K. Hen. That's not my fear, my meed hath got K. Eilw. Thanks, brave Montgomery ; - and

me fame. thanks unto you all.

I have not stopp'd mine ears to their demands, If fortune serve me, I'll requite this kindness, Nor posted off their suits with slow delays; Now, for this night, let's harbour here in York : My pity hath been balm to heal their wounds, And, when the morning sun shall raise his car My mildness hath allay'd their swelling griefs, Above the border of this horizon,

My mercy dry'd their water-flowing tears : We'll forward towards Warwick, and his mates ; I have not been desirous of their wealth, For, well I wot, that Henry is no soldier.

Nor much oppress’d them with great subsidies, Ah, froward Clarence ! - how evil it beseems thee, Nor forward of revenge, though they much err'd; To flatter Henry, and forsake thy brother !

Then why should they love Edward more than me? Yet, as we may, we'll meet both thee and War- No, Exeter, these graces challenge grace: wick.

And, when the lion fawns upon the lamb, Come on, brave soldiers ; doubt not of the day; The lamb will never cease to follow him. And, that once gotten, doubt not of large pay.

(Shout within. A Lancaster! A Lancaster !

[Ereunt. Ere. Hark, hark, my lord! what shouts are these? SCENE VIII. London. A Room in the Palace.

Enter King EDWARD, Gloster, and Soldiers.

Edw. Seize on the shame-fac'd Henry, bear him Enter King Henry, WARWICK, CLARENCE, Mon

hence, TAGUE, EXETER, and OXFORD.

And once again proclaim us king of England. War. What counsel, lords ? Edward from Belgia, You are the fount, that makes small brooks to flow, With hasty Germans, and blunt Hollanders, Now stops thy spring; my sea shall suck them dry, Hath pass'd in safety through the narrow seas, And swell so much the higher by their ebb. And with his troops doth march amain to London ; Hence with him to the Tower; let him not speak. And many giddy people flock to him.

(Ereunt some with King HENRY. Oxf. Let's levy men, and beat him back again. And, lords, towards Coventry bend we our course, Clar. A little fire is quickly trodden out ; Where peremptory Warwick now remains : Which, being suffer'd, rivers cannot quench. The sun shines hot, and, if we use delay, War. In Warwickshire I have true-hearted Cold-biting winter mars our hop'd-for hay. friends,

Glo. Away betimes, before his forces join, Not mutinous in peace, yet bold in war ;

And take the great-grown traitor unawares : Those will I muster up: - and thou, son Clarence, Brave warriors march amain towards Coventry. Shalt stir, in Suffolk, Norfolk, and in Kent,

[Ereuni

ACT V

SCENE I. - Coventry.

The king was slily finger'd from the deck ! Enter, upon the walls, Warwick, the Mayor of And, ten to one, you'll meet him in the Tower.

You left poor Henry at the bishop's palace,
Coventry, two Messengers, and others.

K. Edw. 'Tis even so ; yet you are Warwick still, War. Where is the post, that came from valiant Glo. Come, Warwick, take the time, kneel down, Oxford ?

kneel down : How far hence is thy lord, mine honest fellow? Nay, when ? strike now, or else the iron cools. 1 Mess. By this at Dunsmore, marching hither- War. I had rather chop this hand off at a blow, ward.

And with the other fling it at thy face, War. How far off is our brother Montague ? Than bear so low a sail, tu, strike to thee. Where is the post that came from Montague ?

K. Edw. Sail how thou canst, have wind and tide 2 Vess. By this at Daintry, with a puissant troop.

thy friend ;

This hand, fast wound about thy coal-black hair, Enter Sir John SOM, EVILLE.

Shall, whiles the head is warm, and new cut off, War. Say, Somerville, what says my loving son? Write in the dust this sentence with thy blood, And, by thy guess, how nigh is Clarence now?

Wind-changing Warwick now can change no more. Son. At Southam I did leave him with his forces, And do expect him here some two hours hence.

Enter Oxford, with drum and colours.

[Drum heard. War. O cheerful colours ! see, where War. Then Clarence is at hand, I hear his drum.

comes ! Som. It is not his, my lord ; here Southam lies; Oxf. Oxford, Oxford, for Lancaster ! The drum your honour hears, marcheth from War

[Oxford and his Force enter the City. wick.

Glo. The gates are open, let us enter too. War. Who should that be? belike, unlook'd-for K. Edw. So other foes may set upon our backs. friends.

Stand we in good array; for they, no doubt, Som. They are at hand, and you shall quickly Will issue out again, and bid us battle : know.

If not, the city, being but of small defence,

We'll quickly rouse the traitors in the same. Drums. Enter King Edward, GLOSTER, and

War. O, welcome, Oxford ! for we want thy help. Forces, marching. K. Edw. Go, trumpet, to the walls, and sound Enter Montague, with drum and colours. a parle.

Mont. Montague, Montague, for Lancaster ! Glo. See, how the surly Warwick mans the wall.

[He and his Forces enter the City. War. O, unbid spite! is sportful Edward come ? Glo. Thou and thy brother both shall buy this Where slept our scouts, or how are they seduc'd,

treason That we could hear no news of his repair ?

Even with the dearest blood your bodies bear. K. Edw. Now, Warwick, wilt thou ope the city K. Edw. The harder match'd, the greater victory : gates,

My mind presageth happy gain, and conquest. Speak gentle words, and humbly bend thy knee? Call Edward - king, and at his hands beg mercy,

Enter SOMERSET, with drum and colours. And he shall pardon thee these outrages.

Som. Somerset, Somerset, for Lancaster! War. Nay, rather, wilt thou draw thy forces

[He and his Forces enter the City. hence,

Glo, Two of thy name, both dukes of Somerset, Confess who set thee up and pluck'd thee down ? - Have sold their lives unto the house of York; Call Warwick - patron, and be penitent,

And thou shalt be the third, if this sword holu. And thou shalt still remain the duke of York.

Enter CLARENCE, with drum and colours. Glo. I thought, at least, he would have said the king;

War. And lo, where George of Clarence sweeps Or did he make the jest against his will ?

along, War. Is not a dukedom, sir, a goodly gift? Of force enough to bid his brother battle ;

Glo. Ay, by my faith, for a poor earl to give ; With whom an upright zeal to right prevails, I'll do thee service for so good a gift.

More than the nature of a brother's love : War. 'Twas I, that gave the kingdom to thy Come, Clarence, come; thou wilt, if Warwick calls. brother.

Clar. Father of Warwick, know you what this K. Edw. Why, then 'tis mine, if but by War

means ? wick's gift.

[Taking the rod rose out of his cap. War. Thou art no Atlas for so great a weight : Look here, I throw my infamy at thee : And, weakling, Warwick takes his gift again ; I will not ruinate my father's house, And Henry is my king, Warwick his subject. Who gave his blood to lime the stones together, X. Edw. But Warwick's king is Edward's pri- And set up Lancaster. Why, trow'st thou, Warwick,

That Clarence is so harsh, so blunt, unnatural, And, gallant Warwick, do but answer this,

To bend the fatal instruments of war What is the body when the head is off?

Against his brother and his lawful king ? Glo. Alas, that Warwick had no more forecast, Perhaps, thou wilt object my holy oath : But, whiles he thought to steal the single ten, To keep that oath, were more impiety

soner:

Than Jephtha s, when he sacritic'd his daughter. We might recover all our loss again!
I am so sorry for my trespass made,

The queen from France hath brought a puissan That, to deserve well at my brother's hands,

power; I here proclaim myself thy mortal foe;

Even now we heard the news : Ah, could'st thou With resolution, wheresoe'er I meet thee,

fly! (As I will meet thee, if thou stir abroad,)

War. Why, then I would not fly. – Ah, MonTo plague thee for thy foul misleading me.

tague, And so, proud-hearted Warwick, I defy thee, If thou be there, sweet brother, take my hand, And to my brother turn my blushing checks. - And with thy lips keep in my soul a while ! Pardon me, Edward, I will make amends;

Thou lov'st me not; for, brother, if thou didst, And, Richard, do not frown upon my faults, Thy tears would wash this cold congealed blood, For I will henceforth be no more unconstant. That glews my lips, and will not let me speak. K. Edw. Now welcome more, and ten times Come quickly, Montague, or I am dead. more belov'd,

Som. Ah, Warwick, Montague hath breath'd his Than if thou never hadst deserv'd our hate. Glo. Welcome, good Clarence; this is brother- And to the latest gasp, cried out for Warwick, like.

And said — Commend me to my valiant brother. War. O passing traitor, perjur'd, and unjust ! And more he would have said ; and more he spoke, K. Edw. What, Warwick, wilt thou leave the Which sounded like a cannon in a vault, town, and fight?

That might not be distinguish’d; but, at last, Or shall we beat the stones about thine cars ? I well might hear deliver'd with a groan, —

War. Alas, I am not coop'd here for defence : O, farewell, Warwick! I will away towards Barnet presently,

War.

Sweet rest to his soul ! And bid thee battle, Edward, if thou dar'st.

Fly, lords, and save yourselves ; for Warwick bids K. Edw. Yes, Warwick, Edward dares, and leads You all farewell, to meet again in heaven. [Dies.

Oxf. Away, away, to meet the queen's great Lords, to the field; Saint George, and victory.

power! [March. Exeunt.

(Ereunt, bearing off Warwick's body.

last;

the way :

SCENE II. - A Field of Battle near Barnet. SCENE III. - Another Part of the Field. Alarums, and Ercursions. Enter King EdWARD, Flourish. Enter King Edward, in triumph; uith bringing in WARWICK wounded.

CLARENCE, Gloster, and the rest. K. Edw. So, lie thou there: die thou, and die K. Edw. Thus far our fortune keeps an upward our fear;

course, For Warwick was a bug, that fear'd us all.

And we are grac'd with wreaths of victory. Now, Montague, sit fast; I seek for thee,

But, in the midst of this bright-shining day, That Warwick's bones may keep thine company. I spy a black, suspicious, threat’ning cloud,

[Exit. | That will encounter with our glorious sun, War. Ah, who is nigh! come to me friend or foe, Ere he attain his easeful western bed: And tell me, who is victor, York, or Warwick ? I mean, my lords, those powers, that the

queen Why ask I that? my mangled body shows,

Hath rais'd in Gallia, have arriv'd our coast, My blood, my want of strength, my sick heart | And, as we hear, march on to fight with us. shows,

Clar. A little gale will soon disperse that cloua, That I must yield my body to the earth,

And blow it to the source from whence it came : And, by my fall, the conquest to my foe.

Thy very beams will dry those vapours up ; Thus yields the cedar to the axe's edge,

For every cloud engenders not a storm. Whose arms gave shelter to the princely eagle, Glo. The queen is valu'd thirty thousand strong, Under whose shade the ramping lion slept :

And Somerset, with Oxford, fled to her ; Whose top-branch overpeer'à Jove's spreading tree, If she have time to breathe, be well assur'd, And kept low shrubs from winter's powerful wind. Her faction will be full as strong as ours. These eyes, that now are dimm'd with death's K. Edw. We are advertis'd by our loving friends, black veil,

That they do hold their course toward Tewksbury ; Have been as piercing as the mid-day sun,

We having now the best at Barnet field, To search the secret treasons of the world :

Will thither straight, For willingness rids way: The wrinkles in my brows, now fill'd with blood, And, as we march, our strength will be augmented Were liken'd oft to kingly sepulchres ;

In every county as we go along. For who liv'd king, but I could dig his grave ? Strike up the drum; cry Courage! and away. And who durst smile, when Warwick bent his

[Ereunt. brow ? Lo, now my glory smear’d in dust and blood !

SCENE IV. Plains near Tewksbury. My parks, my walks, my manors that I had,

March. Enter Queen MARGARET, Prince EDWARD, Even now forsake me ; and of all

my lands, Is nothing left me, but my body's length!

SOMERSET, OXFORD, and Soldiers. Why, what is pomp, rule, reign, but earth and dust ? Q. Mar. Great lords, wise men ne'er sit and wail And, live we how we can, yet die we must.

their loss,

But cheerly seek how to redress their harms.
Enter Oxford and SOMERSET.

What though the mast be now blown over-board, fom. Ah, Warwick, Warwick! wert thou as The cable broke, the holding anchor lost, we are,

And half our sailors swallow'd in the flood;

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