Which industry and courage might have sav'd? And why should not my Edward and myself yet allow'd the skilful pilot's charge? We will not from the helm, to sit and weep: But keep our course thro' stormy winds and waves. We have been conqu'rors, we may conquer still. Prince Edward. O if there were a fearful heart among us, Methinks a woman of this noble spirit, Would swell it soon with fortitude and valor. Oxford. Women and children of so high a courage! To bear his image, and renew his glories! Somerset. And he, that will not fight for such a hope, Hie to his home, and like the owl by day, If he arise, be mock'd and wonder'd at. Margaret. Thanks, gentle Somerset; sweet Oxford, thanks! Prince Edward. And take his thanks, who's nothing else to give. Enter a MESSENGER. Messenger. Prepare you, Lords- -for Edward is advancing : His arms already glitter in the sun. Prince Edward. We are prepar'd to meet the proud usurper. What stronger breast-plate, than a heart untainted? Thrice is he arm'd, that hath his quarrel just; And he but naked, tho' lock'd up in steel, Whose conscience with injustice is corrupted. Each to his post-our cause shall lend us force'Tis England's crown-an injur'd father's right! [Exeunt. E SCENE IV. 4 Camp. Fight-Alarm-Excursions. Enter EDWARD, CLARENCE, RICHARD, Edward. Go bid the carnage cease: the day is ours. At length the period of our woes is come! Henry once more is in the tow'r confined, Bring forth the pris'ners.. my pow'r. Enter QUEEN MARGARET, SOMERSET, guarded. Somerset! from thee Justice demands the dread account of blood! Away with him, off with his guilty head! Somerset. More can I bear than you dare execute. For true nobility is free from fear! My Royal Mistress, 'tis for you I feel.— Margaret. O my dear suff'ring friend-give me thy hand, That I may dew it with my pitying tears! Two friends embrace, and take a thousand leaves; Ah, now farewell—and farewell joy with thee! [SOMERSET is led out. Edward. Is proclamation made, that who finds Edward "Shall be rewarded? Richard. Lo, where comes the youth.- Edward. 'What! can so young a thorn begin to Edward, what satisfaction canst thou make, Prince Edward. Speak like a subject, proud, ambitious York. Suppose me speaking with my father's mouth, Prince Edward. I know my duty-and I tell you all, I'm your superior-traitors as you are And thou usurp'st my father's right and mine. Edward. Dost thou still rail, untutor'd boy? take that. Edward. Ah, Richard, Clarence, you have done too much. Richard. Why should he live to stir up arms against us! Edward. See Margret swoons-use means for her relief. Richard. Clarence, excuse me to the King, my brother. I'll hence to London on a serious matter. Ere [Exit. Margaret. O my sweet child! speak to thy mother, boy! Canst thou not speak? ah no-his lips are cold. Sure heav'n has not an angel like my child! Edward. Be patient, Madam! Margaret. What! does insulting York dare talk of patience? Came he e'en now to sing a raven's note, |