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For I have murder'd where I should not kill. And, wheresce'er he is, he's surely dead. [Exit with the body.
(Clifford groans, and dies. K. Hen. Sad-hearted men, much overgone with care, Edw. Whose soul is that which takes her heavy Here sits a king more woeful than you are.
leave? Alarums: Ercursions. Enter Queen Margaret,
Rich. A deadly groan, like life and death's departing. Prince of Wales, and Exeter.
Edw. See who it is : and, now the battle's ended, Prince. Fly, father, fly! for all your friends are fled,
If friend, or foe, let him be gently usid. And Warwick rages like a chafed bull;
Rich. Revoke that doom of mercy, for 'tis Clifford; Away! for death doth hold us in pursuit.
Who not contented that he lopp'd the branch l. Mar. Mount you, my lord, towards Berwiek post In hewing Rutland when his leaves put forth, amain:
But set bis murdering knife unto the root Edward and Richard, like a brace of greyhounds,
From whence that tender spray did sweetly spring, Haring the fearful flying hare in sight,
I mean, our princely father, duke of York. With fiery eyes, sparkling for very wrath,
War. From off the gates of York fetch down the head, And bloody steel grasp'd in their ireful hands,
Your father's head, which Clifford placed there; Are at our backs: and therefore hence amain. Instead whereof, let this supply the room; Ext. Away! for vengeance comes along with them :
Measure for measure must be answered. Nay, stay not to expostulate, make speed;
Edw. Bring forth that fatal screech-owl to our house, Or else come after, I'll away before.
That nothing sung but death to us and ours : K. Hen. Nay, take me with thee, good sweet Exeter;
Now death shall stop his dismal threatening sound, Not that I fear to stay, but love to go
And his ill-boding tongue no more shall speak. Whither the queen intends. Forward ; away!
[Attendants bring the Body forward. (E.reunt. War. I think his understanding is bereft:
Speak, Clifford, dost thou know who speaks to thee?-
Dark cloudy death o'ershades his beams of life,
And he nor sees, nor hears us what we say.
Because he would avoid such bitter taunts More than my body's parting with my soul:
Which in the time of death he gave our father. My love, and fear, glew'd many friends to thee; Geo. If so thou think'st, vex him with eager words. And, now, I fall, thy tough commixtures melt.
Rich. Clifford, ask mercy, and obtain no grace. Impairing Henry, strength'ning nis-proud York, Edw. Clifford, repent in bootless penitence. The common people swarm like summer flies:
War. Clifford, devise excuses for thy faults. And whither fly the gnats, but to the sun ?
Geo. While we devise fell tortures for thy faults. And who shines now but Henry's enemies ?
Rich. Thou didst love York, and I am son to York. O Phæbus! hadst thou never given consent
Edw. Thou pitied'st Rutland, I will pity thee. That Phaeton should check thy fiery steeds,
Geo. Where's captain Margaret, to fence you now? Thy burning car never had scorch'd the earth : War. They mock thee, Clifford ! swear as thou wast And, Henry, hadist thou sway'd as kings should do, Or as thy father, and his father, did,
Rich. What, not an oath? nay, then the world goes Giving no ground unto the house of York,
hard, They never then had sprung like summer flies : When Clifford cannot spare his friends an oath :L and ten thousand in this luckless realm,
I know by that, he's dead; And, by my soul, Had left no mourning widows for our death,
If this right hand would buy two hours' life,
War. Ay, but he's dead : Off with the traitor's head, For, at their hands, I have deserv'd no pity.
And rear it in the place your father's stands. The air hath got into my deadly wounds,
And now to London with triumphant march, And much effuse of blood doth make me faint : There to be crowned England's moral king. Come, York, and Richard, Warwick, and the rest; From whence shall Warwick cut the sea to France, I stabb’d your fathers' bosoms, split my breast. And ask the lady Bona for thy queen:
(He faints. So shalt thou sinew both these lands together ; Alarum and Retreat. Enter Edward, George, Rich- | And, having France thy friend, thou shalt not dread
Card, Montague, Warwick, and Soldiers. The scatter'd foe, that hopes to rise again ; Edw. Now breathe we, lords; good fortune bids us For though they cannot greatly sting to hurt, panse,
Yet look to have them buzz, to offend thine ears. And snooth the frowns of war with peaceful looks.- || First, will I see the coronation ; Some troops pursue the bloody-minded queen ;
And then to Britany I'll cross the sea, That led calm Henry, though he were a king,
To effect this marriage, so it please my lord. Ar doth a sail, fild with a fretting gust,
Edw. Even as thou wilt, sweet Warwick, let it be: Command an argosy to stem the waves.
For on thy shoulder do I build my seat; But think you, lords, that Clifford fled with them? And never will I undertake the thing, War No, 'tis impossible he should escape :
Wherein thy counsel and consent is wanting.For, though before his face I speak the words,
Richard, I will create thee duke of Gloster ;Your brother Richard mark'd him for the grave :
And George, of Clarence ;-Warwick, as ourself,
Shall do, and ando, as him pleaseth best.
War. Tut, that's a foolish observation ; Richard, be duke of Gloster: Vow to London, To see these honours in possession. [Eacunt.
SCENE I.-A Chace in the north of England. Enter two Keepers, with Crossbows in their Hands.
1 Keeper. UNDER this thick-grown brake we'll shroud our
2 Keep. I'll stay above the hill, so both may shoot.
1 Keep. That cannot be; the noise of thy eross-bow Will scare the herd, and so my shoot is lost. Here stand we both, and aim we at the best : And, for the time shall not seem tedious, I'll tell thee what befel me on a day, In this self-place where now we mean to stand.
2 Keep. Here com 's a man, let's stay till he be past. Enter King Henry, disguised, with a Prayer-book. K. Hen. From Scotland am I stol'n, even of pure
love, To greet mine own land with my wishful sight. No, Harry, Harry, 'tis no land of thine; Thy place is fill'd, thy sceptre wrung from thee, Thy balm washd off, wherewith thou wast anointed : No bending knee will call thee Cæsar now, No humble suitors press to speak for right, No, not a man comes for redress of thee; For how can I help them, and not myself?
1 Keep. Ay, here's a deer whose skin's a keeper's fee: This is the quondam king ; let's seize upon him.
K. Hen. Let me embrace these sour adversities ; For wise men say, it is the wisest course. 2 Keep. Why linger we? let us lay hands upon him. i Keep. Forbear a while; we'll hear a little more. K. Hen. My queen, and son, are gone to France for
To strengthen and support king Edward's place.
queens? K. Hen. More than I seem, and less than I was born
to : A man at least, for less I should not be; And men may talk of kings, and why not I?
2 Keep. Ay, but thou talk'st as if thou wert a king. K. Hen. Why, so I am, in mind; and that's enough. 2 Keep. But, if thou be a king, where is thy crown?
K. Hen. My crown is in my heart, not on my head. Not deck’d with diamonds, and Indian stones, Nor to be seen: my crown is callid, content; A crown it is, that seldom king's enjoy.
2 Keep. Well, if you be a king crown'd with content, Your crown content, and you, must be contented To go along with us : for, as we think, You are the king, king Edward hath depos'd; And we his subjects, sworn in all allegiance, Will apprehend you as bis enemy.
K. Hen. But did you never swear, and break an oath? 2 Keep. No, never such an oath, por will not box. K. Hen. Where did you dwell, when I was king
of England ?
K. Hen. I was anointed king at nine months old;
1 Keep. No;
K. Hen. Why, am I dead ? do I not breathe a man? Ah, simple men, you know not what you swear. Look, as I blow this feather from my face, And as the air blows it to me again, Obeying with my wind when I do blow, And yielding to another when it blows, Commanded always by the greater gust; Such is the lightness of you common men. But do not break your oaths; for, of that sin My mild entreaty shall not make you guilty. Go where you will, the king shall be commanded; And be you kings; command, and I'll obey. 1 Keep. We are true subjects to the king, king Edo
wari. K. Hen. So would you be again to Henry, If he were seated as king Edward is. 1 Keep. We charge you, in God's name, and in the
king's, To go with us unto the officers. K. Hen. In God's name, lead ; your king's name be
obey'd : And what God will, then let your king perform; And what he will, i humbly yield unto. SCENE II.-London. A Room in the Palace. En
ter King Edward, Gloster, Clarence, and Lady Grego
K. Edw. Brother of Gloster, at Saint Albans' field This lady's husband, sir John Grey, was slain, His lands then seiz'd on by the conqueror : Her suit is now, to repossess those lands; Which we in justice cannot well deny, Because in quarrel of the house of York The worthy gentleman did lose his life.
Glo. Your highness shall do well, to grant her suit; It were dishonour, to deny it her.
K. Edw. It were no less; but yet I'll make a pause.
And, as I hear, the great commanding Warwick
I see, the lady hath a thing to grant,
K. Edw. Ay, but, I fear me, in another sense. Before the king will grant her humble suit.
What love, think'st thou, I sue so much to get ? Cia. He knows the game; How true he keeps the L. Grey. My love till death, my humble thanks, my wind!
[Aside. prayers; Glo. Silence!
[Aside. That love, which virtue begs, and virtue grants. K. Edw. Widow, we will consider of your suit; K. Edw. No, by my troth, I did not mean such love And come some other time, to know our mind.
L. Grey. Wby, then you mean not as I thought you L. Grey. Right gracious lord, I cannot brook delay; did. May it please your highness to resolve me now; K. Edw. But now yon partly may perceive my mind. And what your pleasure is, shall satisfy me.
L. Grey. My mind will never grant what I perceive Glo. [Aside.) Ay, widow? then I'll warrant you all Your highness aims at, if I aim aright. your lands,
K. Edw. To tell thee plain, I aim to lie with thee. An if what pleases him, shall pleasure yon.
L. Grey. To tell you plain, I had rather lie in prison. Fight closer, or, good faith, you'll catch a blow. K. Edw. Why, then thou shalt not have thy bus
Cla. I fear her not, unless she chance to fall. [Aside. band's lands.
K. Edw. Therein thou wrong'st thy children migli-
and me. L. Grey. Three, my most gracious lord.
But, mighty lord, this merry inclination Glo. You shall have four, if you'll be ruld by him. Accords not with the sadness of my suit ;
[ Aside. Please you dismiss me, either with ay, or no. K. Edw. 'Twere pity, they should lose their father's K. Edw. Ay; if thou wilt say Ay, to my request: land.
No; if thou dost say No, to my demand. L. Grey. Be pitiful, dread lord, and grant it then. L. Grey. Then, No, my lord. My suit is at an end. K. Edw. Lords, give us leave; I'll try this widow's Gla. The widow likes him not, she knits her browa. wit.
[Aside Gle. Ay, good leave have you ; for you will have Cla. He is the bluntest wooer in Christendom. leave,
[ Aside. Till youth take leave, and leave you to the crutch. K. Edw. (Aside.] Her looks do argue her replete
(Gloster and Clarence relire to the other side. with modesty;
All her perfections challenge sovereignty:
Say, that king Edward take thee for his queen? L, Grey. To do them good, I would sustain some L. Grey. 'Tis better said than done, my gracious harm.
lord: K. Edw. Then get your husband's lands, to do them I am a subject fit to jest withal, good.
But far unfit to be a sovereign. L. Grey. Therefore I came unto your majesty. K. Edw. Sweet widow, by my state I swear to thee, K. Edw. I'll tell you how these lands are to be got. I speak no more than what my soul intends; L. Grey. So shall you bind me to your highness' || And that is, to enjoy thee for my love. service.
L. Grey. And that is more than I will yield unto : K. Edw. What service wilt thou do me, if I give || I know, I am too mean to be your queen; thern?
And yet too good to be your concubine. L. Grey, What you command, that rests in me to do. K. Edw. You cavil, widow; I did mean, my queen: K. Edw. But you will take exceptions to my boon.
L. Grey. 'Twill grieve your grace, my sons should L. Grey. No, gracious lord, except I cannot do it.
call you-father. K. Edw. Ay, but thou canst do what I mean to ask. E. Edw. No more, than when thy daughters call L. Grey. Why, then will I do what your grace com
thee mother. mands.
Thou art a widow, and thou hast some children ; Glo. He plies her hard ; and much rain wears the | And, by God's mother, I, being but a bachelor, marble.
[ Aside. Have other some; why, 'tis a happy thing Cia. As red as fire! nay, then her wax must melt. To be the father unto many sons.
[Aside. | Answer no more, for thou shalt be my queen. L. Grey. Why stops my lord? shall I not hear my Glo. The ghostly father now bath done his slırist. task?
[ Aside. K. Edre. An easy task ; 'tis but to love a king. Cla. When he was made a shriver, 'twas for shift. L. Grey. That's soon performd, because I am a
K. Edw. Brothers, you muse what chat we two have K. Edw. Why then, thy husband's lands I freely give thee.
Glo. The widow likes it not, for she looks sad. L. Grey. I take my leave with many thousand K. Edw. You'd think it strange, if I should marry thanks.
her. Glo. The match is made ; she seals it with a curt'sy. Cla. To whom, my lord ? K. Edw. But stay thee, 'tis the fruits of love I mean. K. Edw.
Why, Clarence, to myself. L. Grey, The fruits of love I mean, my loving liege. Gly. That woull be ten days' womler, at the least.
Cla. That's a day longer than a wonder lasts. Or hew my way out with a bloody are.
K. Edw. Well, jest on, brothers : I can tell you both, | And cry, content, to that which grieves my heart ;
And wet my cheeks with artificial tears,
And frame my face to all occasions.
K. Edw. See, that he be convey'd unto the Tower: I'll play the orator as well as Nestor,
And, like a Sinon, take another Troy: Widow, go you along ;-Lords, use her honourable. I can add colours to the cameleon; [Exeunt King Edward, Lady Grey, Clarence, change shapes, with Proteus, for advantages,
and Lord. And set the murderous Machiavel to school.
SCENE NI.-France. A Room in the Palace.
Flourish. Enter Lewis the French King, and L** (The lustful Edward's title buried.)
dy Bona, attended; the King takes his State. Then Is Clarence, Henry, and his son young Edward,
enter Queen Margaret, Prince Edward her son, and And all the unlook'd-for issue of their bodies,
the Earl of Oxford. To take their rooms, ere I can place myself :
K. Lew. Fair queen of England, worthy Margaret, A cold preineditation for my purpose !
Sit down with us; it ill befits thy state, (Riring. Why, then I do but dream on sovereignty:
And birth, that thou shouldst stand, while Lewis doth Like one that stands upon a promontory,
sit. And spies a far-off shore where he would tread,
. Mar. No, mighty king of France; Dow Margant Wishing his foot were equal with bis eye;
Must strike her sail, and learn a while to serve, And chides the sea that sunders him from thence, Where kings command. I was, I must confess, Saying-he'll lade it dry to have his way:
Great Albion's queen in former golden days: So do I wish the crown, being so far off';
But now mischance hath trod my title down, And so I chide the means that keep mie from it;
And with dishonour laid me on the ground; And so I say,~I'll cut the causes off,
Where I must take like seat unto my fortune, Flattering me with impossibilities.
And to my humble seat conform myself, My eye's too quick, my heart o'erweens too much, K. Lew. Why, say, fair queen, whence springs this Unless my hand and strength could equal them.
deep despair? Well, say there is no kingdom then for Richard ; Q. Mar. From such a cause as fills mine eyes
with What other pleasure can the world afford ?
tears, I'll make my heaven in a lady's lap,
And stops my tongue, while heart is drownd in cans. And deck my body in gay ornaments,
K. Low. Whate'er it be, be thou still like thyself,
[Seats her by him. Than to accomplish twenty golden crowns!
To fortune's yoke, but let thy dauntless mind Why, love forswore me in my mother's womb: Still ride in triumph over all mischance. And, for I should not deal in her soft laws,
Bc plain, queen Margaret, and tell thy grief; She did corrupt frail nature with some 'vibe It shall be eas'd, if France can yield relief. To shrink mine arm up like a wither'd shrub; Q. Mar. Those gracious words revive my drooping To make an envious mountain on my back,
thoughts, Where sits deformity to mock my body;
And give my tongue-tied sorrows leave to speak. To shape my legs of an unequal size ;
Now, therefore, be it known to noble Lewis To disproportion me in every part,
That Henry, sole possessor of my love, Like to a chaos, or an unlick'd bear-whelp,
Is, of a king, become a banish'd man, That carries no impression like the dam.
And forc'd to live in Scotland a forlorn ;
While proud ambitious Edward, duke of York,
of England's true anointed lawful king. But to command, to check, to o'erbear such
This is the cause, that I, poor Margaret,-
With this my son, prince Edward, Henry's heir,-
Our people and our peers are both misledi,
Our treasure seizd, our soldiers put to flight, For many lives stand between me and hoine : And, as thou seest, ourselves in heavy plight. And I,-like one lost in a thorny wood,
K. Lew. Renowned queen, with patience calm the That rents the thorns, and is rent with the thorns ;
storm, Seeking a way, and straying from the way;
While we bethink a means to break it off. Not knowing how to find the open air,
Q. Mar. The inore we stay, the stronger grows CALT But toiling desperately to find it out,
foc. Torment myself to catch the English crown:
K. Lew. The more I stay, the more I'll succour the And from that torment I will five myself,
2. Mar. O, but impatience waiteth oa uut sorrow
And see, where comes the breeder of my sorrow.
Enter Warwick, attended. K. Lew. What's he, approacheth boldly to our pres
ence ? l. Mar. Our earl of Warwick, Edward's greatest
friend. K. Leit. Welcome, brave Warwick! Wbat brings
thee to France ?
rises. Q. Mar. Ay, now begins a second storm to rise ; For this is he, that moves both wind and tide.
War. From worthy Edward, king of Albion,
Q. Mar. If that go forward, Henry's hope is done.
king's behalf, I am comnianded, with your leave and favour, Humbly to kiss your hand, and with my tongue To tell the passion of my sovereign's heart Where fame, late entering at his heedful ears, Hath plac'd thy beauty's image, and thy virtue. l. Mar. King Lewis,—and lady Bona,, hear me
speak, Before you answer Warwick. His demand Springs not from Edward's well-meant honest love, But from deceit, bred by necessity; For how can tyrants safely govern home, Unless abroad they purchase great alliance ? To prove him tyrant, this reason may sutlice,That Henry liveth still: but were he dead, Yet here prince Edward stands, king Henry's son. Luok therefore, Lewis, that by this league and mar
War. Injurious Margaret !
And why not queen?
Oxf. Then Warwick disannuis great John of Gaunt, Which did subdue the greatest part of Spain; And, after John of Gaunt, Henry the Fourth, Whose wisdom was a mirror to the wisest ; And, after that wise prince, Henry the Fifth, Who by his prowess conquered all France : From these our Henry lineally descends.
War. Oxford, how haps it, in this smooth discourse, You told not, how Henry the Sixth hath lust All that which Henry the Fifth had gotten? Methinks, these peers of France should smile at that. But for the rest - You tell a pedigree of three score and two years ; a silly time To make prescription for a kingdom's worth. Qaf. Why, Warwick, canst thou speak against thy
War. Can Ostord, that did ever fence the right,
Oxf. Call him my king, by whose injurious doom
War. And I the house of York.
ford, Vouchsafe, at our request, to stand aside, While I ux further conference with Warwick. l. Mar. Heaven grant, that Warwick's words bewitch him not!
[Retiring with the Prince and Oxford. K. Lew. Now, Warwick, tell me, even upon thy con
science, Is Edward your true king? for I were loath To link with him that were not lawful chosen.
War. Thereon I pawn my credit and mine honour. K. Lew. But is he gracious in the people's eye? War. The more, that Henry was unfortunate.
K. Lew. Then further,-all dissembling set aside,
Such it seems,
K. Lew. Now, sister, let us hear your firm resolve.
Bona. Your grant, or your denial, shall be mine:-
Prince. To Edward, but not to the English king,
Q. Mar. Deceitful Warwick! it was thy device
K. Lew. And still is friend to him and Margaret :
War. Henry now lives in Scotland, at his ease;
(A horn sounded within K. Lew. Warwick, this is some poi lo us, or thee.