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* Q. Mar. Thanks, gentle Somerset ;-sweet
Oxford, thanks. * Prince. And take his thanks, that yet hath
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.
wardness. Oxf. Here pitch our battle, hence we will not
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
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 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;
? 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.
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' castle 3 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. Som. Nor I, but stoop with patience to my
[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 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,
s t o Hammes' castle-] A castle in Picardy, where Oxford was confined for many years. VOL. VI.
• 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.
Q. 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 scolding crook-back
rather. • K. Edw. Peace, wilful boy, or I will charm your
tongue. Clar. Untutor'd 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, I am your better, traitors as ye are;* And thou usurp'st my father's right and mine. K. Edw. Take that, the likeness of this railer here.5
[Stabs him. * Glo. Sprawl'st thou? take that, to end thy agony.
[Glo. stabs him. * Clar. And there's for twitting me with perjury.
[CLAR. stabs him.
* Let Æsop, &c.] The Prince calls Richard, for his crookedness, Æsop; and the poet, following nature, makes Richard highly incensed at the reproach.
s— the likeness of this railer here, &c.] That thou resemblest thy railing mother.
· Q. Mar. O, kill me too! . Glo. Marry, and shall. Toffers to kill her.
‘K. Edw. Hold, Richard, hold, for we have done . too much. Glo. Why should she live, to fill the world with
words? ‘K. Edw. What! doth she swoon? use means for
her recovery. Glo. Clarence, excuse me to the king my brother; • I'll hence to London on a serious matter: • Ere ye come there, be sure to hear some news.
Clar. What, what ?
[Exit. 'Q. Mar. 0, Ned, sweet Ned! speak to thy mo
ther, boy! Canst thou not speak! O 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 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 per
force. Q. Mar. Nay, never bear me hence, despatch me
here; • — with words?] i. e. dispute, contention.
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. Q. 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 thou? Thou art not here: Murder is thy alms-deed; Petitioners for blood thou ne'er put'st back. • K. Edw. Away, I say; I charge ye, bear her
hence. Q. Mar. So come to you, and yours, as to this prince!
[Exit, led out forcibly. K. Edw. Where's Richard gone?
Clar. To London, all in post; and, as I guess, To make a bloody supper in the Tower.
K. Edw. 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.
King HENRY is discovered sitting with a Book in his
Hand, the Lieutenant attending. Enter GLOSTER. Glo. Good day, my lord! What, at your book so
?'Twas sin before,] She alludes to the desertion of Clarence.