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Will thither straight, for willingness rids way;
SCENE IV. Plains near Tewksbury. March. Enter QUEEN MARGARET, PRINCE EDWARD, SOMERSET,
OXFORD, and Soldiers. Q. Mar. Great lords, wise men ne'er sit and wail their loss, But cheerly seek how to redress their harms. What though the mast be now blown overboard, The cable broke, the holding anchor lost, And half our sailors swallowed 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 too much; Whiles, in his moan, the ship splits on the rock, Which industry and courage might have saved ? 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 slaughtered friends the tackles; what of these? Why, is not Oxford here another anchor ? And Somerset another goodly mast ? The friends of France our shrouds and tacklings? And, though unskilful, why not Ned and I For once allowed the skilful pilot's charge ? We will not from the helm, to sit and weep; But keep our course, though the rough wind say - no, 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 I, lords, to let you understand, In case some one of you would fly from us, That there's no hoped for mercy with the brothers, More than with ruthless waves, with sands, and rocks.
Why, courage, then! what cannot be avoided,
Prince. Methinks a woman of this valiant spirit,
any such be here, as God forbid !
Oxf. Women and children of so high a courage !
Som. And he, that will not fight for such a hope,
Q. Mar. Thanks, gentle Somerset ;-sweet Oxford, thanks.
Enter a Messenger.
Oxf. I thought no less; it is his policy,
Som. But he's deceived; we are in readiness.
Oxf. Here pitch our battle; hence we will not budge. March. Enter, at a distance, King EDWARD, CLARENCE,
GLOSTER, and Forces.
Is prisoner to the foe; his state usurped,
[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
K. Edw. Now, here a period of tumultuous broils.
Oxf. For my part, I'll not trouble thee with words.
[ Exeunt Oxy. and Som., 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, For bearing arms, for stirring up my subjects, And all the trouble thou hast turned 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 resolved !
Glo. That you might still have worn the petticoat, And ne'er have stolen the breech from Lancaster.
Prince. Let Æsop fable in the 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. Untutored lad, thou art too malapert.
Prince. I know my duty; you are all undutiful. Lascivious Edward,- and thou perjured 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.
[Stabs him. Glo. Sprawl'st thou ? take that, to end thy agony,
[Glo. stabs him. Cla. And there's for twitting me me with perjury.
[Cla. stabs him. Q. Mar. O, kill me too! Glo. Marry, and shall.
[Offers 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
Clar. What? what?
K. Edw. Away with her; go, bear her hence perforce.
Q. Mar. Nay, never bear me hence; despatch me here; 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. Ay, but thou usest to forswear thyself;
K. Edw. Away, I say; I charge ye, bear her hence.'
[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.
SCENE VI. London. A Room in the Tower. 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 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.
[Exit Lieutenant. K. Hen. So flies the reckless shepherd from the wolf: So first the harmless sheep doth yield his fleece, And next his throat, unto the butcher's knife.What scene of death hath Roscius now to act ?
Glo. Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind; The thief doth fear each bush an officer.
K. Hen. The bird, that hath been limed in a bush,
Glo. Why, what a peevish fool was that of Crete,