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The king was slily finger'd from the deck ! ! To plague thee for thy foul misleading me, You left poor Henry at the bishop's palace, And so, proud-hearted Warwick, I defy thee, And, ten to one, you'll meet him in the Tower. And to my brother turn my blushing cheeks.
K. Edw. 'Tis even so; yet you are Warwick still. Pardon me, Edward, I will make amends ; Glo. Come, Warwick, take the time, kneel down, And, Richard, do not frown upon my faults, kneel down :
For I will henceforth be no more unconstant. Nay, when ? strike now, or else the iron cools. K. Edw. Now welcome more, and ten times more War. I had rather chop this hand off at a blow,
belov’d, And with the other Aling it at thy face,
Than if thou never hadst deserv'd our hate. Than bear so low a sail, to strike to thee.
Glo. Welcome, good Clarence; this is brother-like. K. Edw. Sail how thou canst, have wind and tide War. O passing 4 traitor, perjur'd, and unjust! thy friend;
K. Edw. What, Warwick, wilt thou leave the This hand, fast wound about thy coal-black hair,
town, and fight? Shall, whiles the head is warm, and new cut off, Or shall we beat the stones about thine ears? Write in the dust this sentence with thy blood, War. Alas, I am not coop'd here for defence : Wind-changing Warwick now can change no more. I will away towards Barnet presently,
And bid thee battle, Edward, if thou dar’st. Enter OXFORD, with Drum and Colours.
K. Edw. Yes, Warwick, Edward dares, and leads War. O cheerful colours ! see where Oxford
the way :comes !
Lords, to the field; saint George, and victory. Oxf. Oxford, Oxford, for Lancaster!
[March. Ereunt. [Oxford and his Forces enter the City. Glo. The gates are open, let us enter too.
SCENE II. – A Field of Ballle near Barnet. K. Edw. So other foes may set upon our backs: Alarums and Excursions. Enter King EDWARD Stand we in good array; for they, no doubt, Will issue out again, and bid us battle:
bringing in WARWICK wounded. If not, the city, being but of small defence,
K. Edw. So, lie thou there: die thou, and die our We'll quickly rouse the traitors in the same. War. O, welcome, Oxford! for we want thy help. For Warwick was a bug 5 that fear'd 6 us all. –
Now, Montague, sit fast; I seek for thee, Enter MONTAGUE, with Drum and Colours. That Warwick's bones may keep thine company. Mont. Montague, Montague, for Lancaster!
[Exi. [He and his Forces enter the City. War. Ah, who is nigh? come to me friend, or foe, Glo. Thou and thy brother both shall buy this And tell me, who is victor, York, or Warwick ? treason
Why I that? my mangled body shows, Even with the dearest blood your bodies bear. My blood, my want of strength, my sick heart shows,
K. Edw. The harder match’d, the greater victory; That I must yield my body to the earth, My mind presageth happy gain, and conquest. And, by my fall, the conquest to my foe.
Thus yields the cedar to the axe's edge, Enter SOMERSET, with Drum and Colours.
Whose arms gave shelter to the princely eagle, Som. Somerset, Somerset, for Lancaster ! Under whose shade the ramping lion slept ;
[He and his Forces enter the City. Whose top-branch overpeer'd Jove's spreading tree, Glo. Two of thy name, both Dukes of Somerset, And kept low shrubs from winter's powerful wind. Have sold their lives unto the house of York; These eyes that now are dimm’d with death's black And thou shalt be the third, if this sword hold.
veil, Enter CLARENCE, with Drum and Colours.
Have been as piercing as the mid-day sun,
To search the secret treasons of the world : War. And lo, where George of Clarence sweeps The wrinkles in my brows, now fill'd with blood, along,
Were liken'd oft to kingly sepulchres ; Of force enough to bid his brother battle ;
For who liv'd king, but I could dig his grave ? With whom an upright zeal to right prevails,
And who durst smile, when Warwick bent his brow? More than the nature of a brother's love :
Lo, now my glory smear'd in dust and blood ! Come, Clarence, come; thou wilt, if Warwick calls. My parks, my walks, my manors that I had, Clar. Father of Warwick, know you what this Even now forsake me: and, of all my lands,
means? [Taking the red Rose out of his Cap. Is nothing left me, but my body's length! Look here, I throw my infamy at thee :
Why, what is pomp, rule, reign, but earth and dust? I will not ruinate my father's house,
And, live we how we can, yet die we must. Who gave his blood to lime the stones together, "And set up Lancaster. Why, trow'st thou, Warwick,
Enter OXFORD and SOMERSET. That Clarence is so harsh, so blunt, unnatural, Som. Ah, Warwick, Warwick! wert thou as we are, To bend the fatal instruments of war
We might recover all our loss again! Against his brother, and his lawful king ?
The queen from France hath brought a puissant Perhaps, thou wilt object my holy oath :
power; so keep that oath, were more impiety.
Even now we heard the news: Ah, couldst thou fly! I am so sorry for my trespass made,
War. Why, then I would not fly.- Ah, Montague, That to deserve well at my brother's hands, If thou be there, sweet brother, take my hand, I here proclaim myself thy mortal foe;
And with thy lips keep in my soul a while ! With resolution, wheresoe'er I meet thee,
Thou lov'st me not; for, brother, if thou didst, (As I will meet thee, if thou stir abroad,) Thy tears would wash this cold congealed blood, A pack of cards was formerly termed a deck of cards. 4 Eminent, egregious.
» Bugbear. 3 Irrsensible.
That glues my lips, and will not let me speak. For once allow'd the skilful pilot's charge ?
We will not from the helm, to sit and weep;
What Clarence, but a quicksand of deceit ?
All these the enemies to our poor bark.
Say, you can swim ; alas, 'tis but a while ; War.
Sweet rest to his soul! Tread on the sand; why there you quickly sink : Fly, lords, and save yourselves : for Warwick bids Bestride the rock ; the tide will wash you off, You all farewell, to meet again in heaven. [Dies. Or else you famish, that's a threefold death. Oxf. Away, away, to meet the queen's great power. This speak I, lords, to let you understand, (Exeunt, bearing of Warwick's Body. In case some one of you would fly from us,
That there's no hop'd-for mercy with the brothers, SCENE III. - Another Part of the Field. More than with ruthless waves, with sands, and rocks. Flourish. Enter King EDWARD in triumph; with Why, courage, then! what cannot be avoided, CLARENCE, GLOSTER, and the rest.
'Twere childish weakness to lament or fear. K. Edw. Thus far our fortune keeps an upward Should, if a coward heard her speak these words,
Prince. Methinks, a woman of this valiant spirit course, And we are grac'd with wreaths of victory.
Infuse his breast with magnanimity, But in the midst of this bright-shining day,
And make him, naked, foil a man at arms. I spy a black, suspicious, threat'ning cloud,
I speak not this as doubting any here : That will encounter with our glorious sun,
For, did I but suspect a fearful man, Ere he attain his easeful western bed :
He should have leave to go away betimes; I mean, my lords, those powers that the queen
Lest, in our need, he might infect another Hath rais'd in Gallia, have arriv'd our coast,
And make him of like spirit to himself. And, as we hear, march on to fight with us.
If any such be here, as heaven forbid ! Clar. A little gale will soon disperse that cloud, Let him depart, before we need his help. And blow it to the source from whence it came :
Oxf. Women and children of so high a courage ! Thy very beams will dry those vapours up ;
And warriors faint! why, 'twere perpetual shame.For every cloud engenders not a storm.
O, brave young prince ! thy famous grandfather Glo. The queen is valued thirty thousand strong. Doth live again in thee; Long mayst thou live, And Somerset, with Oxford, fled to her;
To bear his image, and renew his glories ! If she have time to breathe, be well assurd,
Som. And he, that will not fight for such a hope, Her faction will be full as strong as ours.
Go home to bed, and, like the owl by day, K. Edw. We are advertis’d by our loving friends, If he arise, be mock'd and wonder'd at. That they do hold their course towards Tewksbury;
Q. Mar. Thanks, gentle Somerset;
- sweet OxWe, having now the best at Barnet field,
ford, thanks. Will thither straight, for willingness rids way;
Prince. And take his thanks, that yet hath nothing
else. And, as we march, our strength will be augmented In every county as we go along.
Enter a Messenger. Strike up the drum ; cry - Courage ! and away. Mess. Prepare you, lords, for Edward is at hand,
(Exeunt. Ready to fight; therefore be resolute. SCENE IV. - Plains near Tewksbury.
Oxf. I thought no less : it is his policy,
To baste thus fast, to find us unprovided. March. Enter QUEEN MARGARET, PRINCE ED- Som. But he's deceiv'd, we are in readiness. WARD, SOMERSET, OXFORD, and Soldiers.
Q. Mar. This cheers my heart, to see your for
wardness. Q. Mar. Great lords, wise men ne'er sit and wail their loss,
Oxf. Here pitch our battle, hence we will not But cheerly seek how to redress their harms.
budge. What though the mast be now blown over-board, March Enter, at a distance, King EDWARD, The cable broke, the holding anchor lost,
CLARENCE, GLOSTER, and Forces. And half our sailors swallow'd in the flood ?
K. Edw. Brave followers, yonder stands the Yet lives our pilot still: Is't meet that he
thorny wood, Should leave the helm, and, like a fearful lad, Which, by the heaven's assistance, and your strength, With tearful eyes add water to the sea,
Must by the roots be hewn up yet ere night. And give more strength to that which hath too much; I need not add more fuel to your fire, Whiles, in his moan, the ship splits on the rock, For, well I wot?, ye blaze to burn them out : Which industry and courage might have sav'd ? Give signal to the fight, and to it, lords. Ah, what a shame! ah, what a fault were this!
Q. Mar. Lords, knights, and gentlemen, what I Say, Warwick was our anchor ; What of that ?
Therefore, no more but this : — Henry, your soreAnd Somerset another goodly mast;
reign, The friends of France our shrouds and tacklings? Is prisoner to the foe; his state usurpd, And, though unskilful, why not Ned and I
His realm a slaughter-house, his subjects slain, Did not offend, nor were not worthy blame,
What's worse than murderer, that I may name it? [Exeunt, both Armies. No, no; my heart will burst, an if I speak : SCENE V. Another Part of the same.
And I will speak, that so my heart may burst.
Butchers and villains, bloody cannibals!
How sweet a plant have you untimely cropp'd ! and Forces; with Queen Margaret, Oxford, The thought of them would have stirr'd up remorse : and SOMERSET, Prisoners.
But, if you ever chance to have a child, K. Edw. Now, bere a period of tumultuous broils. Look in his youth to have him so cut off, Away with Oxford to Hammes' castle 8 straight : As, deathsmen! you have rid this sweet young prince! For Somerset, off with his guilty head.
K. Edw. Away with her; go bear her hence perGo, bear them hence; I will not hear them speak.
force. Oxf: For my part, I'll not trouble thee with words. Q. Mar. Nay, never bear me hence, despatch me Som. Nor I; but stoop with patience to my fortune.
here; (Ereunt Oxford and Somerset, guarded. Here sheath thy sword, I'll pardon thee my death : Q. Mar. So part we sadly in this troublous world, What! wilt thou not ? — then, Clarence, do it thou. To meet with joy in sweet Jerusalem.
Clar. By heaven, I will not do thee so much ease. K. Edw. Is proclamation made, - that, who finds
Q. Mar. Good Clarence, do ; sweet Clarence, do Edward,
thou do it. Shall have a high reward, and he his life?
Clar. Didst thou not hear me swear, I would not Glo. It is : and, lo, where youthful Edward comes.
do it? Enter Soldiers, with Prince EdwARD.
R. Mar. Ay, but thou usest to forswear thyself ; K. Edw. Bring forth the gallant, let us hear him 'Twas sin before 9, but now 'tis charity. speak :
What! wilt thou not? where is that devil's butcher, What! can so young a thorn begin to prick ? Hard-favour'd Richard ? Richard, where art thou ? Edward, what satisfaction canst thou make, Thou art not here: Murder is thy alms-deed; For bearing arms, for stirring up my subjects,
Petitioners for blood thou ne'er put'st back. And all the trouble thou hast turn'd me to?
K. Edw. Away, I say; I charge ye bear her hence. Prince. Speak likea subject, proud ambitious York! Q. Mar. So come to you, and yours, as to this Suppose that I am now my father's mouth;
[Exit, led out forcibly. Resign thy chair, and, where I stand, kneel thou, K. Edw. Where's Richard gone? Whilst I propose the self-same words to thee, Clar. To London all in post; and, as I guess, Which, traitor, thou wouldst have me answer to. To make a bloody supper in the Tower.
Q. Mar. Ah, that thy father had been so resolv'd! K. Edw. He's sudden, if a thing comes in his head. K. Edw. Peace, wilful boy, or I will charm your Now march we hence : discharge the common sort tongue.
With pay and thanks, and let's away to London, Clar. Untutor'd lad, thou art too malapert. And see our gentle queen how well she fares;
Prince. I know my duty; you are all undutiful; By this, I hope, she hath a son for me. (Exeunt. Lascivious Edward, and thou perjur'd George, - | SCENE VI.- London. A Room in the Tower. And thou mis-shapen Dick, - I tell ye all, I am your better, traitors as ye are ; —
King Henry is discovered sitting with a Book in his And thou usurp'st my father's right and mine. Hand, the Lieutenant attending. Enter GLOSTER. K. Edw. Take that, the likeness of this railer here.
Glo. Good day, my lord! What, at your book so (Slabs him.
hard ? Glo. Sprawl'st thou ? take that, to end thy agony. K. Hen. Ay, my good lord : My lord, I should
(Glo. slabs hin.
say rather; Clar. And there's for twitting me with perjury. 'Tis sin to flatter, good was little better;
(Clar. stabs him. Good Gloster, and good devil, were alike, Q. Mar. O, kill me too !
And both preposterous; therefore, not good lord. Glo. Marry, and shall. [Offers to kill her.
Glo. Sirrah, leave us to ourselves : we must confer. K. Edw. Hold, Richard, hold, for we have done
(Erit Lieutenant. too much.
K. Hen. So flies the reckless shepherd from the Glo. Why should she live, to fill the world with
So first the harmless sheep doth yield his fleece, K. Edw. What! doth she swoon ? use means for And next his throat unto the butcher's knife. her recovery
What scene of death hath Roscius now to act ? Glo. Clarence, excuse me to the king my brother :
Glo. Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind; I'll hence to London on a serious matter :
The thief doth fear each bush an officer. Ere ye come there, be sure to hear some news.
K. Hen. The bird, that bath been limed in a bush, Clar. What? what ?
With trembling wings misdoubteth' every bush: Glo. The Tower, the Tower !
[Exit. And I, the hapless male to one sweet bird, Q. Mar. O, Ned, sweet Ned! speak to thy mother, Have now the fatal object in my eye, boy!
Where my poor young was lim’d, was caught, and Canst thou not speak ? - O traitors ! murderers !
kill'd. They, that stabb'd Cæsar, shed no blood at all,
9 She alludes to the desertion of Clarence. & A castle in Picardy.
i To misdoubt is to suspect danger, to fear.
Glo. Why, what a peevish fool was that of Crete, | And not in me; I am myself alone. That taught his son the office of a fowl ?
Clarence, beware; thou keep'st me from the light; And yet, for all his wings, the fool was drown'd. But I will sort 4 a pitchy day for thee:
K. Hen. I, Dædalus; my poor boy, Icarus; For I will buz abroad such prophecies, Thy father, Minos, that denied our course;
That Edward shall be fearful of his life ; The sun, that sear'd the wings of my sweet boy, And then, to purge his fear, I'll be thy death. Thy brother Edward ; and thyself, the sea, King Henry, and the prince his son, are gone : Whose envious gulf did swallow up his life. Clarence, thy turn is next, and then the rest; Ah, kill me with thy weapon, not with words ! Counting myself but bad, till I be best. My breast can better brook thy dagger's point, I'll throw thy body in another room, Than can my ears that tragick history.
And triumph, Henry, in thy day of doom. [Exit. But wherefore dost thou come? is't for my life? Glo. Think'st thou, I am an executioner?
SCENE VII. - A Room in the Palace. K. Hen. A persecutor, I am sure, thou art; If murdering innocents be executing,
King Edward is discovered sitting on his Throne ; Why, then thou art an executioner.
QUEEN ELIZABETH with the infant Prince, ClaGlo. Thy son I killd, for his presumption. RENCE, Gloster, Hastings, and others, near him. K. Hen. Hadst thou been kill'd, when first thou
K. Edw. Once more wesit in England'sroyal throne, didst presume,
Re-purchas'd with the blood of enemies. Thou hadst not liv'd to kill a son of mine.
What valiant foe-men, like to autumn's corn, And thus I prophesy, - that many a thousand, Which now mistrust no parcel of my fear;
Have we mow'd down, in tops of all their pride ?
Three dukes of Somerset, threefold renown'd And many an old man's sigh, and many a widow's, for hardy and undoubted champions : And many an orphan's water-standing eye,
Two Cliffords, as the father and the son, Men for their sons', wives for their husbands' fate,
And two Northumberlands; two braver men And orphans for their parents' timeless death,
Ne'er spurr'd their coursers at the trumpet's sound : Shall rue the hour that ever thou wast born. 'The owl shriek'd at thy birth, an evil sign;
With them, the two brave bears, Warwick and Mon
tague, The night-crow cried, aboding luckless time;
That in their chains fetter'd the kingly lion, Dogshowl'd, and hideous tempests shook down trees; And made the forest tremble when they roar'd. The raven rook'd 3 her on the chimney's top,
Thus have we swept suspicion from our seat, And chattering pies in dismal discords sung.
And made our footstool of security.
Come hither, Bess, and let me kiss my boy :
Young Ned, for thee, thine uncles, and myself, Not like the fruit of such a goodly tree.
Have in our armours watch'd the winter's night; Teeth hadst thou in thy head, when thou wast born, That thou mightst repossess the crown in peace ;
Went all a-foot in summer's scalding heat, To signify, — thou cam'st to bite the world :
And of our labours thou shalt reap the gain. And, if the rest be true which I have heard,
Glo. I'll blast his harvest, if your head were laid. Thou cam'st
For yet I am not look'd on in the world. Glo. I'll hear no more; - Die, prophet, in thy This shoulder was ordain'd so thick, to heave; speech;
[Slabs him. And heave it shall some weight, or break my back:For this, amongst the rest, was I ordain'd.
Work thou the way,
and thou shalt execute. K. Hen. Ay, and for much more slaughter after this. O God! forgive my sins, and pardon thee !
[ Aside. (Dies.
K. Edw. Clarence, and Gloster, love my lovely Glo. What, will the aspiring blood of Lancaster Sink in the ground ? I thought it would have and kiss your princely nephew, brothers both.
Clar. The duty, that I owe unto your majesty, See, how my sword weeps for the poor king's death! O, may such purple tears be always shed
I seal upon the lips of this sweet babe.
K. Edw. Thanks, noble Clarence; worthy brother, From those that wish the downfal of our house !
thanks. If any spark of life be yet remaining,
Glo. And, that I love the tree from whence thou Down, down to hell ; and say — I sent thee thither,
[Stabs him again. Witness the loving kiss I give the fruit. I, that have neither pity, love, nor fear. Indeed, 'tis true, that Henry told me of;
K. Edw. Now am I seated as my soul delights, As I have often heard my mother say,
Having my country's peace, and brothers' loves. I came into the world with my legs forward :
Clar. What will your grace have done with MarHad I not reason, think ye, to make haste,
garet? And seek their ruin that usurp'd our right?
Reignier, her father, to the king of France The midwife wonder'd; and the women cried,
Hath pawn'd the Sicils and Jerusalem,
And hither have they sent it for her ransome. 0, Heaven bless us, he is born with teeth! And so I was; which plainly signified
K. Edw. Away with her, and waft her hence to
And now what rests, but that we spend the time Let hell make crook'd my mind to answer it.
With stately triumphs, mirthful comick shows, I have no brother, I am like no brother :
Such as befit the pleasures of the court ? And this word - love, which greybeards call divine, Sound, drums and trumpets !--- farewell, sour annoy! Be resident in men like one another,
For here, I hope, begins our lasting joy. [Exeunt. 3 Childish, 8 To rook signified to lodge on any thing.