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THIRD PART OF Act 5.
And we are grae'd with wreaths of victory.
But, in the midst of this bright-shining day,
1 spy a black, suspicious, threat'ning cloud,
That will encounter with our glorious sun,

Ere he attain his easeful western bed:
I meu, my lords,-those powers, that the quest
Hath raisd 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 ber;
If she have time to breathe, be well assurd,
Her faction will be full as strong as ours.

X. Ede. 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 wali
And, as we march, our strength will be augmented
In every county as we go along.-
Strike up the drum; ery-Courage ! and awar.

SCENE IV.

Plains near Tewksbury.
March. Enter Queen MARGARET, Prince ED
WARD, SOMERSET, OXFORD, and Soldiers.
Q. Mar. Great lords, wise men ne'er sit sed mail

their loss,
But cheerly seek how to redress their harms.
What though the mast be now blown over-bearing
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 to mach;
Whiles, in his moan, the ship splits on the met
Which industry and courage might have sar'd!
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?

Sc. 4.
KING HENRY VI.

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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-nos.
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 sink :
Bestride the rock; the tide will wash you

off,
Or else you famish, that's a threefold death.
This

speak 1, lords, to let you understand,
In case some one of you would fly from us,
That there's no hop'd-for merey 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 silspect
He should have leave to go away betimes;
Lest, in our need, he might infect
And make him of like spirit to himself.
IE any such be here, as God forbid !
Let him depart, before we need his help.

Oaf. Women and children of so high a courage!
And warriors faint ! why,'twere perpetual shame.-
O, brave young prince i 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'a'at.
Q. Mar. Thanks, gentie Somerset ;-sweet Ox-

ford, thanks.
Prince. And take his thanks, that yet hath no-

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Enter a Messenger.
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Ready to fight; therefore be resolute.

0.2f. 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. 2. 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, GLOSTÉR, and Forces.
K. Edw. Brave followers, yonder stands the

thorny wood,
Which, by the heavens'assistance,and your strength,
Mast 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

should say,
My tears gainsay: for every word I speak,
Ye see, I drink the water of mine eyes.
Therefore, no more but this :-Henry, your sovereign,
Is prisoner to the foe; state usurp'd,
His realm a slaughterhouse, his subjects slain,
His statutes cancell'd, and his treasure spent;
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 MARGA-
RET, OXFORD, and SOMERSET, prisoners.

X. Edw. Now, here a period of tumultuous broils.
Away with Oxford to Hammes' castle straight:
For Somerset, off with his guilty head.
Go, bear them bence; I will not hear them speak.

Oxf. For my part, I'll pot trouble thee with words.
Som. Nor "T, but stoop with patience to my
fortune.

(Ea'eunt Oxford and Somerset, guarded. 9. Mar. So part we sadly in this troublous world, To meet with joy in sweet Jerusalem.

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Ready to fight; therefore be resolute.

Oaf. I thought no less: it is his policy,
To haste thus fast, to find us unprovided.

Sox. But he's deceird, we are in readiness.
D. Mer. This cheers my heart, to see your for-

wardess.
Daf. Here pitch our battle, hence we will not budge.
Hurci. Enter, at a distance, King EDWARD,

CLARENCE, GLOSTER, and Forces.
I. Ede. Brave followers, yonder stands the

thomy wood,
Which, by the heavens'assistance, and your strength,
Mast by the roots be hewn up yet ere night.
I need not add more fuel to your fire,
For, well wot, ye blaze to burn them out:
Give signal to the fight, and to it, lords.

Q. Mar. Lords, kaights, 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 sovereign,
Is prisoner to the foe; his state usurp'd,
His realm a slaughterhouse, his subjects slain,
His statutes cancell'd, and his treasure spent;
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.

[Exenat bolk Armies.
SCENE V.

Another part of the same.
Alarums: Excursions: and afterwards & Retrest.

Then enter King EDWARD, CLARENCE,
GLOSTER, and Forces; with Oxees MARGA-
RET, OXFORD, and SOMERSET, prisoners.
X. Eds. Now, here a period of tumultuous broils.
Away with Oxford to Hammes' castle straight:
For Somerset, off with his guilty head.
Go, bear them bence; I will not hear them speak.
Órf. For my part, I'm not trouble

thee with words. Som. Nor T, but stoop with patience to my fortune.

(Eseunt Osferd and Somerset, guarded. 2. Mar. So part we sadly in this troullous world, To meet with joy in sweei Jerusalem,

75 K. Eden. Is proclamation 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,
For bearing arms, for stirring up my subjects,
And all the trouble thou hast turn'd me to?

Prince. Speak like a subject, proud ambitious York!
Suppose, that I am now my father's mouth;
Resign thy chair, and, where I stand, kneel thou,
Whilst I propose the self-same words to thee,
Which, traitor, thou wouldst have me answer to.
2. Mar.

Ah, that thy father had been so resolv'd! Glo. That you might still have worn the petticoat, And ne'er have stol'n the breech from Lancaster.

Prince. Let Æsop fable in a winter's night; His currish riddles sort not with this place. Glo. By heaven, brat, I'll plague you for that word.

Q. Mar. Ay, thou wast born to be a plague to men. Glo. For God's sake, take away this captive scold. Prince. Nay, take away this seolding crook-back

rather. K. Edw. Peace, wilful boy, or I will charm your

tongue. Clar. Untutor'a lad, thou art too malapert. Prince. I know my duty, you are all undutiful : Lascivious Edward, and thou perjur'd George, And thou misshapen Dick,- I tell ye all, And thou usurp'st my father's right and mine. K. Edw. Take that, the likeness of this railer here.

[Stabs hin. Glo. Sprawl'st thou ? take that, to end thy agony.

[Glo. stabs him. Clar. And there's for twitching me with perjury.

[Clar, stabs him.

! Clo. Marry, and shall.

[Offers to kill her. K. Edu. Hold, Richard, hold,

for we have done too much. Glo. Why should she liye to fill the world with

words?

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K. Edw. What! doth she swoon ? use means for

her recovery
Glo. Clarence, excuse me to the king my brother?
ini hence to London on a serious matter :
Ere ye come there, be sure to hear some news.

Clar. What! what?
Glo. The Tower, the Tower!

[Ea it. Q. Mar. 0, Ned, sweet Ned! speak to thy mo

ther, boy!
Canst thou not speak !_0 traitors ! murderers !
They, that stabb a Cæsar, shed no blood at all,
Did not offend, nor were not worthy blame,
If this foul deed were by, to equal it.
He was a man; this, in respect, a child;
And men ne'er spend their fury on a child.
What's worse than murderer, that I may name it?
No, no; my heart will burst, an if I speak :-
And I will speak, that so my heart may burst.
Butchers and villains, bloody cannibals!
How sweet a plant have you untimely cropp'd!
You have no children, butchers ! if you had,
The thought of them would have stirr'd up remorse :
But, if you ever chance to have a child,
Look in his youth to have him so cut off,
As,deathsmen! you have rid this sweet young prince.

K. Edw.Away with her; go bear her hence perforce.

Q. Mar. Nay, never bear me hence, despatch me Here sheath thy sword, I'll pardon thee my death: What! wilt thou not !-then, Clarence, do it thou.

Clar. By heaven, I will not do thee so much ease.
6. Mar. Good Clarence, do ; sweet Clarence, do

thou do it.
Clar. Didst thou not hear me swear, I would

not do it?
Q. Mar. Ay, but thou usest to forswear thyself;
Twas sin before, but now 'tis charity.
What! wilt thou not ? where is that devil's butcher,
Hard-favour'd Richard ? Richard, where

art thout Thou art not here : Murder is thy alms-deed; Petitioners for blood thou ne'er put'st back.

1. Edw. Away, I say; I charge ye, bear her hence.
2. Mar. So come to you, and yours, as to this

prince
K. Edw. Where's Richard gone!

[Erit, led out forcibly. Clar. To London, all in post; and, as I guessy To make a bloody supper in the Tower.

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2. Mur. Ay, but thou usest to forswear thy! And yet, for all his wings, the fool was drown'a. What! wilt thou not? where is that devil's batchoy Thy father, Minos, that denied our course;

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X. Edw. What! dotà she swoon ? use means for

her recovery
Glo. Clarence, excuse me to the king my brother!
111 hence to London on a serious matter:
Ere ye come there, be sure to hear some news.
Clar. What? what?
Gle. The Tower, the Tower!
0. Mar. 0, Ned, sweet Ned! speak to thy mo-

ther, boy!
Canst thou not speak!-0 traitors! murderers
They, that stabb'd Cæsar, shed no blood at all,
Did not offend, nor were not worthy blame,
If this foul deed were by, to equal it.
He was a man; this, in respect, a child;
And men ne'er spend their fury on a child.
What's worse than murderer, that I may name it!
No, no; my heart will burst, an if I speak:-
And I will speak, that so my heart may burst-
Butchers and villains, bloody cannibals
How sweet a plant have you untimely cropp'd!
You have no children, butchers! if you had,
The thought of them would have stirr'd upremorse.
But, if you ever chance to have a child,
Look in his youth to have him so cut off,
As,deathsmen! you have rid this sweet young prizet
K. Edw.Away with her; go bear her hence perfont.
Q. Mar. Nay, never bear me hence, despatch

here;
Here sheath thy sword, I'll pardon thee my death
What! wilt thou not then, Clarence, do it thot

Clur. By heaven, I will not do thee so much ease
.. Mar. Good Clarence, do; sweet Claretato, co

thou do it.
Clar. Didst thou not hear me swear, I brouk

not do it?
'Twas sin before, but now 'tis charity.
Hard-favour'd

Richard Richard, where are the Thou art not here : Murder is thy alms-deed; Petitioners for blood thou ne'er put'st back,

X. Edw. Away, I say; I charge ye, bear her beau

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K. Edo. He's sudden, if a thing comes in his head.
Now march we hence : discharge the common sort
With pay and thanks, and let's away to London,
And see our-gentle queen how well she fares;
By this, I hope, she hath a son for me. [Exeunt.

SCENE VI.
London. A room in the Torer.
King HENRY is discovereil sitting with a book

in his hand, the Lieutenant attending. Enter
GLOSTER
Glo. Good day, my lord! What, at your book so

hard ?
K. Hen. Ay, my good lord: My lord, I should

say rather; 'Tis sin to flatter, good was little better : Good Gloster, and good devil, were alike, And both preposterous; therefore, not good lord. Glo. Sirrah, leave us to ourselves we must confer.

[Rait Lieutenant. K. Hen. So flies the reckless shepherd from the

wolf:
So first the harmless sheep doth yield his Aeece,
And next his throat unto the butcher's knife.-
What scene of death hath Rosciug now to act !

Glo. Suspicion ever haunts the guilty mind;
The thief doth fear each bush an officer.

K. Hen. The bird, that hath been limed in a bush,
With trembling wings misdoubteth every bush :
And I, the hapless male to one sweet bird,
Have now the fatal object in my eye,
Where my poor young was lim'a, was caught, and

Lilla.
Glo. Why, what a peevish fool was that of Crete,
That taught his son the office of a fowl?

K. Hen. I, Dædalus; my poor boy, Icarus ;
The sun, that sear’d the wings of my sweet boy,
Thy brother Edward ; and thyself, the sea,
Whose

envious gulf did swallow up his life.
Ah, kill me with thy weapon, not with

words!
Than can my ears that tragic history -
But wherefore dost thou come? ist for my life?

Glo. Think'st thou I am an executioner

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H. Edw. Where's Richard gone!

Clar. T. London, all in post; and, as I guthy To make a bloody supper in the Torres,

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