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The cable broke, the holding-anchor loft,
Tread on the fand; why, there you quickly fink:
Prince. Methinks a woman of this valiant fpirit
For did I but suspect a fearful man,
any such be here, (as, God forbid !) Let him depart before we need his help:
Oxf. Women and children of fo high a courage !
image, and renew his glories !
Queen. Thanks, gentle Somerset; sweet Oxford, thanks.
Enter a Messenger.
Oxf. I thought no less ; it is his policy,
Som. But he's deceiv'd; we are in readiness.
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 :
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.Edw. Peace, wilful boy, or I will charm your tongue:
Prince. I know my duty, you're undutiful :
[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.
Cla, What? what?
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.