ACT SCENE I.-Coventry. Enter upon the Walls, WARWICK, the Mayor of Coventry, two Messengers, and others. War. Where is the post that came from valiant Oxford? How far hence is thy lord, mine honest fellow? 1 Mess. By this at Dunsmore, marching hitherward. War. How far off is our brother Montague?Where is the post that came from Montague? 2 Mess. By this at Daintry, with a puissant troop. Enter Sir JOHN SOMERVILLE. War. Say, Somerville, what says my loving son? And, by thy guess, how nigh is Clarence now! Som. At Southam I did leave him with his forces, And do expect him here some two hours hence. [Drum heard. War. Then Clarence is at hand, I hear his drum. Som. It is not his, my lord; here Southam lies: The drum your honour hears marcheth from Warwick. War. Who should that be? belike, unlook'd-for friends. Som. They are at hand, and you shall quickly know. March. Flourish. Enter King EDWARD, GLOSTER, and Forces. K. Edw. Go, trumpet, to the walls, and sound a parle. Glo. See, how the surly Warwick mans the wall. War. O, unbid spite! is sportful Edward come? Where slept our scouts, or how are they seduc'd, That we could hear no news of his repair? K. Edw. Now, Warwick, wilt thou ope the city gates? Speak gentle words, and humbly bend thy knee, Call Edward king, and at his hands beg mercy, And he shall pardon thee these outrages. War. Nay, rather, wilt thou draw thy forces hence, Confess who set thee up and pluck'd thee down? Or did he make the jest against his will? War. Is not a dukedom, sir, a goodly gift? Glo. Ay, by my faith, for a poor earl to give : I'll do thee service for so good a gift. War. 'Twas I, that gave the kingdom to thy brother. K. Edw. Why then, 'tis mine, if but by Warwick's gift. War. Thou art no Atlas for so great a weight: And, weakling, Warwick takes his gift again; And Henry is my king, Warwick his subject. K. Edw. But Warwick's king is Edward's prisoner: And, gallant Warwick, do but answer this; Glo. Alas! that Warwick had no more forecast, still. Glo. Come, Warwick, take the time; kneel down, kneel down. Nay, when? strike now, or else the iron cools. tide thy friend, This hand, fast wound about thy coal-black hair, Shall, whiles thy head is warm, and new cut off, Write in the dust this sentence with thy blood,"Wind-changing Warwick now can change no more." Enter OXFORD, with drum and colours. War. O cheerful colours! see, where Oxford comes. Oxf. Oxford, Oxford, for Lancaster! [OXFORD and his Forces enter the City. Glo. The gates are open, let us enter too. K. Edw. So other foes may set upon our backs. Stand we in good array; for they, no doubt, Will issue out again, and bid us battle: If not, the city being but of small defence, We'll quickly rouse the traitors in the same. War. O! welcome Oxford, for we want thy help. Enter MONTAGUE, with drum and colours. Mont. Montague, Montague, for Lancaster! [He and his Forces enter the City. Glo. Thou and thy brother both shall buy this treason, Even with the dearest blood your bodies bear. K. Edw. The harder match'd, the greater victory: My mind presageth happy gain, and conquest. [He and his Forces enter the City. Enter CLARENCE, with drum and colours. War. And lo! where George of Clarence sweeps along, Of force enough to bid his brother battle: [GLOSTER and CLARENCE whisper. Come, Clarence, come; thou wilt, if Warwick calls. Clar. Father of Warwick, know you what this means? [Taking the red Rose out of his hat. Look here, I throw my infamy at thee: I will not ruinate my father's house, Who gave his blood to lime the stones together, And set up Lancaster. Why, trow'st thou, Warwick, That Clarence is so harsh, so blunt, unnatural, 44 Against his brother, and his lawful king? Than if thou never hadst deserv'd our hate. War. O passing traitor, perjur'd, and unjust! Or shall we beat the stones about thine ears? K. Edw. Yes, Warwick, Edward dares, and leads the way. Lords, to the field! Saint George, and victory! [March. Exeunt. SCENE II.-A Field of Battle near Barnet. Alarums, and excursions. Enter King EDWARD, bringing in WARWICK wounded. K. Edw. So, lie thou there: die thou, and die our fear, For Warwick was a bug, that fear'd us all.- That I must yield my body to the earth, And by my fall the conquest to my foe. tree, And kept low shrubs from winter's powerful wind. These eyes, that now are dimm'd with death's black veil, Have been as piercing as the mid-day sun, For who liv'd king, but I could dig his grave? WAR. Why, then I would not fly. Lo, now my glory smear'd in dust and blood! And, live we how we can, yet die we must. Som. Ah, Warwick, Warwick! wert thou as we are, We might recover all our loss again. The queen from France hath brought a puissant power; Even now we heard the news. Ah, could'st thou fly! War. Why, then I would not fly.-Ah, Montague! If thou be there, sweet brother, take my hand, Thou lov'st me not; for, brother, if thou didst, Thy tears would wash this cold congealed blood, That glues my lips, and will not let me speak. Come quickly, Montague, or I am dead. Som. Ah, Warwick! Montague hath breath'd his last; And to the latest gasp, cried out for Warwick, War. Sweet rest his soul!-Fly, lords, and save yourselves; For Warwick bids you all farewell, to meet in heaven. [Dies. Oxf. Away, away, to meet the queen's great power! [Exeunt, bearing off WARWICK's body. SCENE III.-Another part of the Field. Flourish. Enter King EDWARD in triumph; with CLARENCE, GLOSTER, and the rest. K. Edw. Thus far our fortune keeps an upward course, And we are grac'd with wreaths of victory. I mean, my lords, those powers, that the queen Clar. A little gale will soon disperse that cloud, And blow it to the source from whence it came: Thy very beams will dry those vapours up, For every cloud engenders not a storm. Glo. The queen is valu'd thirty thousand strong, And Somerset, with Oxford, fled to her : If she have time to. breathe, be well assur'd, Her faction will be full as strong as ours. K. Edw. We are advertis'd by our loving friends, That they do hold their course toward Tewkesbury, We, having now the best at Barnet field, Will thither straight, for willingness rids way; And, as we march, our strength will be augmented In every county as we go along.— Strike up the drum! cry-Courage! and away. [Flourish. Exeunt. SCENE IV.-Plains near Tewkesbury. 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. And give more strength to that which hath too much; Whiles in his moan the ship splits on the rock, The friends of France our shrouds and tacklings? 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. Tread on the sand; why, there you quickly sink: Bestride the rock; the tide will wash you off, Why, courage, then! what cannot be avoided, Prince. Methinks, a woman of this valiant spirit Should, if a coward heard her speak these words, Infuse his breast with magnanimity, And make him, naked, foil a man at arms. Oxf. Women and children of so high a courage, Som. And he, that will not fight for such a hope, Go home to bed, and, like the owl by day, Q. Mar. Thanks, gentle Somerset :-sweet Prince. And take his thanks, that yet hath nothing else. Enter a Messenger. Mess. Prepare you, lords, for Edward is at hand, Ready to fight: therefore, be resolute. Orf. 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. Q. Mar. This cheers my heart to see your forwardness. Oxf. Here pitch our battle; hence we will not budge. Flourish and march. Enter 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, Is prisoner to the foe; his state usurp'd, [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 Queen MARGARET, OxFORD, and SOMERSET, Prisoners. K. Edw. Now, here a period of tumultuous broils. Away with Oxford to Hammes' castle straight: 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 for tune. [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? Prince. Speak like a subject, proud ambitious Suppose, that I am now my father's mouth: Prince. Let Esop 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 mis-shapen Dick,-I tell ye all, I am your better, trajtors 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. [GLOSTER stabs him. Clar. And there's for twitting me with perjury. [CLARENCE stabs him. Q. Mar. O, kill me too! [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 recovery. Glo. Clarence, excuse me to the king, my brother. I'll hence to London on a serious matter: Glo. The Tower! the Tower! [Exit. |