ACT SECOND SCENE I A plain near Mortimer's Cross in Herefordshire. A march. Enter Edward, Richard, and their power. Edw. I wonder how our princely father 'scaped, Or whether he be 'scaped away or no From Clifford's and Northumberland's pursuit. Had he been ta'en, we should have heard the news; Had he been slain, we should have heard the news; Or had he 'scaped, methinks we should have heard The happy tidings of his good escape. How fares my brother? why is he so sad? Rich. I cannot joy, until I be resolved 10 Where our right valiant father is become. Or as a bear, encompass'd round with dogs, 14. "Neat," says Richardson, "seems properly to denote horned cattle, from the A. S. Hnit-an, cornu petere, to butt or strike with the horn."-H. N. H. 20 Who having pinch'd a few and made them cry, The rest stand all aloof, and bark at him. So fared our father with his enemies; So fled his enemies my warlike father: Methinks, 'tis prize enough to be his son. See how the morning opes her golden gates, And takes her farewell of the glorious sun! How well resembles it the prime of youth, Trimm'd like a younker prancing to his love! Edw. Dazzle mine eyes, or do I see three suns? Rich. Three glorious suns, each one a perfect sun; Not separated with the racking clouds, But sever'd in a pale clear-shining sky. See, see! they join, embrace, and seem to kiss, As if they vow'd some league inviolable: Now are they but one lamp, one light, one sun. In this the heaven figures some event. 30 Edw. 'Tis wondrous strange, the like yet never heard of. I think it cites us, brother, to the field, Should notwithstanding join our lights to- 20. "Methinks, 'tis prize enough to be his son"; 'Ff.; Warburton (from Qq.), "pride.”—I. G. 32. The battle of Mortimer's Cross took place February 2, 1461, and the event of the text is spoken of by the chroniclers as having happened on the morning of that day: "At which time the sunne, as some write, appeared to the earle of March like three sunnes, and suddenlie joined altogither in one. Upon which sight he tooke such courage, that he fiercelie setting on his enemies put them to flight: and for this cause men imagined, that he gave the sunne in his full brightnesse for his badge or cognizance.”—H. N. H. 40 And over-shine the earth as this the world. Whate'er it bodes, henceforward will I bear Upon my target three fair-shining suns. Rich. Nay, bear three daughters: by your leave I speak it, You love the breeder better than the male. Enter a Messenger. But what art thou, whose heavy looks foretell Some dreadful story hanging on thy tongue? Mess. Ah, one that was a woful looker-on When as the noble Duke of York was slain, Your princely father and my loving lord! Edw. O, speak no more, for I have heard too much. Rich. Say how he died, for I will hear it all. Mess. Environed he was with many foes, 50 And stood against them, as the hope of Troy But Hercules himself must yield to odds; Who crown'd the gracious duke in high despite, The ruthless queen gave him to dry his cheeks 61 Of sweet young Rutland, by rough Clifford And after many scorns, many foul taunts, Might in the ground be closed up in rest! 71 Rich. I cannot weep; for all my body's moisture Scarce serves to quench my furnace-burning heart: 80 Nor can my tongue unload my heart's great For selfsame wind that I should speak withal To weep is to make less the depth of grief: Richard, I bear thy name; I'll venge thy death, Edw. His name that valiant duke hath left with thee: His dukedom and his chair with me is left. 90 Rich. Nay, if thou be that princely eagle's bird, Show thy descent by gazing 'gainst the sun: For chair and dukedom, throne and kingdom say; Either that is thine, or else thou wert not his. March. Enter Warwick, Marquess of Montague, and their army. War. How now, fair lords! What fare? what news abroad? Rich. Great Lord of Warwick, if we should recount Our baleful news, and at each word's deliver ance Stab poniards in our flesh till all were told, The words would add more anguish than the wounds. O valiant lord, the Duke of York is slain! 100 Tidings, as swiftly as the posts could run, 111 |