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The cable broke, the holding-anchor loft,
And half our failors Swallow'd in the food ?
Yet lives our pilot stilt. Is't meet, that he
Should leave the helm, and like a fearful lad,
With tear-ful eyes add water to the fea ;
And give more strength to that which hath too much?
While in his moan the fhip fplits on the rock,
Which induftry and courage might have fav'd ?
Ah, what a shame! ah, what a fault were this !
Say, Warwick was our anchor ; what of that?
And Montague our top-maft ; what of him ?
Our slaughter'd friends, the tackle; what of these :
Why, is not Oxford here another anchor?
And Somerset another goodly mast ?
The friends of France our fhrouds and tackling. Killt
And though unskilful, why not Ned and I
For once allow'd the skilful pilot's charge ?
We will not from the helm to sit and

But keep our course (though the rough wind say, no)
From thelves and rocks that threaten us with wrack :
As good to chide the waves, as speak them fair.
And what is Edward, but a ruthless fea ?
What Clarence, but a quick-sand of deceit?
And Richard, but a ragged fatal rock?
All these, the enemies to our poor

Say, you can swim ; alas, 'tis but a while ;

Tread on the fand; why, there you quickly fink:
Bestride the rock; the tide will wash you off,
Or else you familh, that's a three-fold death.
This speak I, Lords, to let you understand,
In case some one of you would fly from us,
That there's no hopd-for mercy with the brothers,
More than with ruthless waves, with fands, and rocks.
Why, courage, then ! what cannot be avoided,
"Twere childith weakness to lament, or fear.

Prince. Methinks a woman of this valiant fpirit
Should, if a coward heard her speak these words,
Infuse his breast with magnanimity,
And make him, naked, foil a man at arms.
I speak not this, as doubting any here :


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For did I but suspect a fearful man,
He should have leave to go away betimes ;
Lest, in our need, he might infect another,
And make him of like spirit to himself.

any such be here, (as, God forbid !) Let him depart before we need his help:

Oxf. Women and children of fo high a courage !
And warriors faint ! why, 'twere perpetual fhame.
Oh, brave young Prince ! thy famous grandfather
Doth live again in thee ; long may'st thou live,
To bear his

image, and renew his glories !
Som. And he, that will not fight for such a hope,
Go home to bed, and, like the owl by day,
If he arise, be mock'd and wonder'd at.

Queen. Thanks, gentle Somerset; sweet Oxford, thanks.
Prince. And take his thanks, that yet hath nothing else.

Enter a Messenger.
Mes. Prepare you, Lords, for Edward is at hand,
Ready to fight ; therefore be resolute.

Oxf. I thought no less ; it is his policy,
To haste thus faft to find us unprovided.

Som. But he's deceiv'd; we are in readiness.
Queen. This cheers my heart, to see your forwardness.

Oxf. Here pitch our battle, hence we will not budge. March. Enter King Edward, Glocester, Clarence, and

Soldiers, K. Ed. Brave followers, yonder stands the thorny wood, Which by the heaven's assistance and your strength, Mult 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.

Queen. Lords,Knights, and Gentlemen, what I shouldsay, My tears gain-lay; for every word I speak, Yé fee, I drink the water of my eye: Therefore no more but this ; Henry, your Sovereign, Is prisoner to the foe, his state ufurp'a, His realm a flaughter-house, his subjects flain,

His statutes cancell'd, and his treasure spent :
And yonder is the wolf, that makes this spoil.
You fight in juttice: then in God's name, Lords,
Be valiant, and give signal to the battle.

Alarm. Retreat. Excursions. Both parties go out. Re-enter King Edward, Glocester, Clarence, &c. The

Queen, Oxford, and Somerset, Prisoners. K. Edw. Now here's a period of tumultuous broils. Away with Oxford to Hammes-castle straight : For Somerset, off with his guilty head. 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 ftoop with patience to my fortune.

[Exeunt. Queen. So part we fadly 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 the Prince of Wales. K. Edw. Bring forth the gallant, let us hear him speak. What ? can fo young a thorn begin to prick? Edward, what satisfaction canst thou make, For bearing arms, for stirring up my subjects, And all the trouble thou haft turn'd me to ?

Prince. Speak like a subject, proud ambitious York. Suppose, that I am now my father's mouth; Relign thy chair ; and where I stand, kneel thou, Wnilit I propose the self-fame words to thee, Which, traitor, thou wouldst have me answer to.

Queen. Ah ! that thy father had been so resolv'd !

Glo. That thou might ftill have worn the petticoat, And ne'er have stol’n the breech from Lancaster.

Prince. Let Æsop fable in a winter's night, His currish riddles fort not with this place.

Glo. By heaven, brat, I'll plague ye for that word. Queen. 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. Edwa

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're undutiful :
Lascivious Edward, and thou perjur'd George,
And thou mif-thapen Dick, I tell ye all,
I am your better, traitors as ye are :
And thou ufurp'ít my father's right and mine.
Glo. Take that, thou likeness of this railer here.

[Stabs him. K. Edw. And take thou that, to end thy agony.

[Edw. Jabs him. Cla. And there's for twitting me with perjury.

[Clar. Pabs him. Queex. Oh, kill me too! Glo. Marry, and shall.

[Offers to kill ber.
K. Edw. Hold, Richard, hold; for we have done too much.
Glo. Why should the live, to fill the world with words?
K.E.Whats doth she swoon? use means for her recov'ry.
Glo. Clarence, excuse me to the King my brother :
I'll hence to London on a serious matter.
Ere ye come there, be fure to hear some news.

Cla, What? what?
Glo. The Tower, man, the Tower !-I'll root 'em out.

Queen. Oh Ned, sweet Ned! speak to thy mother, boy.
Canit thou not speak? O traitors, murderers !
They, that stabb’d Cæfar, fed no blood at all;
Did not offend, and were not worthy blame,
If this foul deed were by, to equal it.
He was a man ; this (in respect) a child ;
And men ne'er spend their fury on a child.
What's worse than murderer, that I may name iti
No, no, my heart will burst, and if I speak-
And I will speak, that so my heart may burst.
Butchers and villains, bloody cannibals,
How sweet a plant have you untimely cropt!
You have no children, butchers ; if you had,
The thought of them would have stirr'd up remorfe ;
But if you ever chance to have a child,
Look, in his youth to have him so cut off;
As, deathsmen! you have rid this sweet young Prince.

K. Edwi

K. Edw. Away with her, go bear her hence by force.

Queen. Nay, never bear me hence, dispatch me here : Here fheath thy sword, l'II pardon thee my death : What? wilt thou not ? then, Clarence, do it thou.

Clar. By heav'n, I will not do thee so much ease. Queen. Good Clarence, do; sweet Clarence, do thou do it. Clar. Didst thou not hear me fwear, I would not do it?

Queen. Ay, but thou useit to forswear thyself : 'Twas sin before, but now 'tis charity. What, wilt thou not? where is that devil-butcher, (24) Richard ? hard-favour'd Richard, where art thou ? Thou art not here : murder is thy alms-deed. Petitioner for blood thou ne'er put'tt back.

K. Edw. Away, I say; I charge ye, bear her henee. Queen. So come to you and yours, as to this Prince !

[Exit Queens K. Edw. Where's Richard gone :

Clar. To London all in post, and, as I guess, To make a bloody fupper in the Tower.

K. Edw. He's sudden, if a thing comes in his head Now march we hence, discharge the common fort With


and thanks, and let's away to London ; And see our gentle Queen how well the fares; By this, I hope, the hath a fon for me. [Exeunt.

SCENE changes to the Tower of London. Enter King Henry, and Glocefter, with the Lieutenant on

the Tower Walls. Glo. OOD day, my Lord; what! at your book fo bard?

K. Henry. Ay, my good Lord; my Lord, I

should say rather ; 'Tis fin to flatter, good was little better : Good Glofter, and good devil, were alike,

(24) Wbere is that devil's butcher, Richard?). Thus all the editions. But devil's butcher, in other terms, I think, is kill-devil: rare news for the freethinkers, if there were any grounds for depending on it. But the poet certainly wrote devil-butcher; and the first part of the compound is to be taken ada jectively, meaning, execrable, infernal, devilish.


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