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 re count 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 And very well appointed, as I thought, March'd toward Saint Alban's to intercept the queen, Bearing the king in my behalf along; That she was coming with a full intent Short tale to make, we at Saint Alban's met, 120 But whether 'twas the coldness of the king, Fell gently down, as if they struck their I cheer'd them up with justice of our cause, 113. Omitted in Ff., added by Steevens (from Qq.).-I. G. 131. "idle," Capell's emendation (from Qq.) of Ff., "lazy.”— I. G. Lord George your brother, Norfolk and my self, In haste, post haste, are come to join with you; Edw. Where is the Duke of Norfolk, gentle Warwick? And when came George from Burgundy to War. Some six miles off the duke is with the soldiers; And for your brother, he was lately sent From your kind aunt, Duchess of Burgundy, With aid of soldiers to this needful war. Rich. 'Twas odds, belike, when valiant Warwick fled: 141. The second battle of St. Albans, of which Warwick here tells the story, took place February 17, 1461. The account is for the most part historically true. Of course it will be understood that the king was at that time in the keeping of those who were really fighting against him, though nominally with his sanction; and the effect of the battle was to release him from their hands, and restore him to his friends, who under the leading of the queen were seeking to break up the compromise that had been forced through in the late parliament. The course and issue of the fight are thus described in the Chronicles: "These (the Yorkists) gave the onset so fiercelie at the beginning, that the victorie rested doubtfull a certeine time; but after they had stood it a pretie while they began to faint, and, turning their backes, fled amaine over hedge and ditch, through thick and thin, woods and bushes, seeking to escape the hands of their cruell enimies, that followed them with eger minds, to make slaughter upon them, and bare downe manie, and more had doone, if the night comming on had not stayed them."-H. N. H. 146. "Your kind aunt, Duchess of Burgundy," i. e. Isabel, daughter of John I, King of Portugal, by Philippa of Lancaster, eldest daughter of John of Gaunt; she was, therefore, really third cousin to Edward, and not aunt.-I. G. 147. This is slightly at variance with fact. York's sons, George Oft have I heard his praises in pursuit, 150 But ne'er till now his scandal of retire. War. Nor now my scandal, Richard, dost thou hear; For thou shalt know this strong right hand of mine Can pluck the diadem from faint Henry's head, And wring the awful scepter from his fist, Were he as famous and as bold in war, As he is famed for mildness, peace, and prayer. Rich. I know it well, Lord Warwick; blame me not: "Tis love I bear thy glories makes me speak. But in this troublous time what's to be done? Shall we go throw away our coats of steel, 160 And wrap our bodies in black mourning gowns, Numbering our Ave-Maries with our beads? Or shall we on the helmets of our foes Tell our devotion with revengeful arms? If for the last, say aye, and to it, lords. War. Why, therefore Warwick came to seek you out; And therefore comes my brother Montague. Attend me, lords. The proud insulting queen, With Clifford and the haught Northumberland, And of their feather many moe proud birds, 170 Have wrought the easy-melting king like wax. and Richard, the one being then in his twelfth year, the other in his ninth, were sent into Flanders immediately after the battle of Wakefield, and did not return till Edward had taken the crown.H. N. H, |