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That glues my lips, and will not let me speak. For once allow'd the skilful pilot's charge ?
Come quickly, Montague, or I am dead.

We will not from the helm, to sit and weep;
Som. Ah, Warwick, Montague hath breath'd his last; Butkeep our course, though the rough wind say—no,
And to the latest gasp, cried out for Warwick, From shelves and rocks that threaten us with wreck.
And said — Commend me to my valiant brother. As good to chide the waves as speak them fair.
And more he would have said; and more he spoke, And what is Edward, but a ruthless sea ?
Which sounded like a cannon in a vault,

What Clarence, but a quicksand of deceit ?
That might not be distinguish’d; but at last, And Richard, but a ragged fatal rock ?
I well might hear deliver'd with a groan,

All these the enemies to our poor bark. 0, farewell, Warwick !

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 off 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; wrth 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,

Infuse his breast with magnanimity,
And we are grac'd with wreaths of victory.
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.

0, brave young prince! thy famous grandfather Glo. The queen is valued thirty thousand strong. To bear his image, and renew his glories !

Doth live again in thee; Long mayst thou live, And Somerset, with Oxford, fled to her; If she have time to breathe, be well assur’d,

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,

[Ereunt. Ready to fight; therefore be resolute. SCENE IV. - Plains near Tewksbury.

Oxf. I thought no less : it is his policy,

To haste 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,

0.xf. 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 7, 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 ? And Montague our top-mast; What of him ? My tears gainsay ; for every word I speak, Our slaughter'd friends the tackles; What of these? | Ye see, I drink the water of mine eyes. Why, is not Oxford here another anchor ?

Therefore, no more but this:- Henry, your soveAnd Somerset another goodly mast;

reign, The friends of France our shrouds and tacklings? Is prisoner to the foe; his state usurp d, And, though unskilful, why not Ned and I

7 Know.

should say,


His realm a slaughter-house, his subjects slain, Did not offend, nor were not worthy blame,
His statutes cancell'd, and his treasure spent ; If this foul deed were by, to equal it.
And yonder is the wolf that makes this spoil. He was a man : this, in respect, a child;
You fight in justice: then, in God's name, lords, And men ne'er spend their fury on a child.
Be valiant, and give signal to the fight.

What's worse than murderer, that I

may name

it? (Ereunt, 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!
Alarums : Excursions : and afterwards a Retreat.
Then enter King EDWARD, CLARENCE, GLOSTER, You have no children, butchers! if you bad,

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, here 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.

(Ereunt Oxford and Somerset, guarded. Here sheath thy sword, I'll pardon thee


death: R. 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.

Q. 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 bence. Prince. Speak like a subject, proud ambitious York! Q. Mar. So come to you, and yours, as to this Suppose that I am now my father's mouth ;

[Exil, 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, And thou mis-shapen Dick, - I tell ye all,

SCENE VI. - London. A Room in the Tower. 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. stabs him.

say rather; Clar. And there's for twitting me with perjury. 'Tis sin to datter, 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

wolf : words?

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 bath 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 hath been limed in a bush, Clar. What? what ?

With trembling wings misdoubterh' every bush: Glo. The Tower, the Tower!

[Erit. 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,

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. 8 A castle in Picardy.

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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 * 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 seard 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. [Erit. 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 kill'd, for his presumption.

RENCE, GlostER, HASTINGS, and others, near him. K. Hen. Hadst thou been kill'd, when first thou

K. Edw. Once more we sit in England's royal 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,

Have we mow'd down, in tops of all their pride ? Which now mistrust no parcel of my fear;

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.

With them, the two brave bears, Warwick and MonThe owl shriek'd at thy birth, an evil sign;

tague, The night-crow cried, aboding luckless time; Dogshowld, and hideous tempests shook down trees; And made the forest tremble when they roar'd.

That in their chains fetter'd the kingly lion, The raven rook’ds 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. – Thy mother felt more than a mother's pain,

Come hither, Bess, and let me kiss And yet brought forth less than a mother's hope ;

my boy : To wit,

Young Ned, for thee, thine uncles, and myself, - an indigest deformed lump, 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 Glo. I'll hear no more ; – Die, prophet, in thy This shoulder was ordain'd so thick, to heave;

For yet I am not look'd on in the world. speech;

(Stabs hini.

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.

[ Aside. O God! forgive my sins, and pardon thee! (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

queen ; mounted.

And kiss your princely nephew, brothers both. See, how my sword weeps for the poor king's death!

Clar. The duty, that I owe unto your majesty,

I seal upon the lips of this sweet babe. 0, may such purple tears be always shed From those that wish the downfal of our house !

K. Edw. Thanks, noble Clarence; worthy brother,

thanks. If any spark of life be yet remaining, Down, down to hell ; and say I sent thee thither,

Glo. And, that I love the tree from whence thou


(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, 0, Heaven bless us, he is born with teeth!

And hither have they sent it for her ransome. And so I was; which plainly signified

K. Edw. Away with her, and waft her hence to

That I should snarl, and bite, and play the dog.
Then, since the heavens have shap'd my body so,

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. [Excunt. 3 Childish, 3 To rook signified to lodge on any thing.

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