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* But, if an humble prayer may prevail,

K. Hen. My lord of Somerset, what youth is * I then crave pardon of your majesty.

that, * K. Hen. For what, lieutenant ? for well using ||. Of whom you seem to have so tender care? me?

Som. My liege, it is young Henry, earl of * Nay, be thou sure, I'll well requite thy kind.

Richmond. ness,

K. Hen. Come hither, England's hope: If secret * For that it made my imprisonment a pleasure :

powers [Lays his hand on his head. * Ay, such a pleasure as incaged birds

Suggest but truth to my divining thoughts, * Conceive, when, after many moody thoughts, This pretty fad3 will prove our country's bliss. * At last, by notes of household harmony, * His looks are full of peaceful majesty ; * They quite forget their loss of liberty

• His head by nature fram'd to wear a crown, * But, Warwick, after God, thou sett'st me free, His hand to wield a sceptre; and himself * And chiefly therefore I thank God, and thee; Likely, in time, to bless a regal throne. * He was the author, thou the instrument. Make much of him, my lords ; for this is he, * Therefore, that I may conquer fortune's spite, • Must help you more than you are hurt by me. * By living low, where fortune cannot hurt me; * And that the people of this blessed land

Enter a Messenger. * May not be punish'd with my thwarting stars ; * War. What news, my friend ? • Warwick, although my head still wear the crown, * Mess. That Edward' is escaped from your • I here resign my government to thee,

brother, • For thou art fortunate in all thy deeds.

* And Aed, as he hears since, to Burgundy. * War. Your grace hath still been fam'd for * War. Unsavoury news: But how made he virtuous;

escape? * And now may seem as wise as virtuous,

* Mess. He was convey'd by Richard duke of * By spying, and avoiding, fortune's malice,

Gloster, * For few men rightly temper with the stars ;' * And the lord Hastings, who attended him * Yet in this one thing let me blame your grace, * In secret ambush on the forest side, * For choosing me, when Clarence is in place.2 * And from the bishop's huntsmen rescued him; * Clar. No, Warwick, thou art worthy of the * For hunting was his daily exercise. sway,

* War. My brother was too careless of his * To whom the heavens, in thy nativity,

charge.* Adjudg'd an olive branch, and laurel crown, * But let us hence, my sovereign, to provide * As likely to be blest in peace, and war; * A salve for any sore that may betide. * And therefore I yield thee my free consent.

(Exeunt King Henry, War. Clar. Lieut. and * War. And I choose Clarence only for protector.

attendants. * K. Hen. Warwick, and Clarence, give me both * Som. My lord, I like not of this flight of

Edward's : * Now join your hands, and, with your hands, your * For, doubtless, Burgundy w. 1 yield him help; hearts,

* And we shall have more wars, before't be long. * That no dissension hinder government:

* As Henry's late presaging prophecy • I make you both protectors of this land; * Did glad my heart, with hope of this young • While I myself will lead a private life,

Richmond; • And in devotion spend my latter days,

* So doth my heart misgive me, in these conflicts To sin's rebuke, and my Creator's praise. * What may befall him, to his harm, and ours : War. What answers Clarence to his sovereign's ||* Therefore, lord Oxford, to prevent the worst, will?

* Forthwith we'll send him hence to Britany, * Clar. That he consents, if Warwick yield ||* Till storms be past of civil enmity. consent;

* Oxf. Ay; for, if Edward repossess the crown, * For on thy fortune I repose myself.

* 'Tis like, that Richmond with the rest shall down. * War. Why then, though loth, yet must I be * Som. It shall be so; he shall to Britany. content:

* Come therefore, let's about it speedily. [Ěxeunt. * We'll yoke together, like a double shadow * To Henry's body, and supply his place ;

SCENE VII.- Before York. Enter King Ed. * I mean, in bearing weight of government,

ward, Gloster, Hastings, and forces. * While

he enjoys the honour, and his ease. K. Edw. Now, brother Richard, lord Hastings, * And, Clarence, now then it is more than needful,

and the rest; * Forthwith that Edward be pronounc'd a traitor, • Yet thus far fortune maketh us amends, * And all his lands and goods be confiscate. * And says that once more I shall interchange Clar. What else ? and that succession be deter- ||. My waned state for Henry's regal crown. min'd.

Well have we pass'd, and now repass'd the seas, * War. Ay, therein Clarence shall not want his | And brought desir'd help from Burgundy:

* What then remains, we being thus arrivid * K. Hen. But, with the first of all your chief From Ravenspurg haven before the gates of York, affairs,

• But that we enter, as into our dukedom? * Let me entreat (for I command no more.)

Glo. The gates made fast !-Brother, I like * That Margaret your queen, and my son Edward,

not this; * Be sent for, to return from France with speed: * For many men, that stumble at the threshold, * For, till I see them here, by doubtful fear * Are well foretold-that danger lurks within. *My joy of liberty is half eclips'd.

* K. Edw. Tish, man! abodements must not Ciar. It shall be done, my sovereign, with all now affright us: speed.

* By fair or foul means we must enter in,

* For hither will our friends repair to us. (1) Few men conform their temper to their destiny. (2) Present. (3) Afterward Henry VII.

(4) i. e. Waited for him.

your hands;


* Hast. My liege, I'll knock once more, topl* Brother, we will proclaim you out of hand; summon them.

* The bruita thereof will bring you many friends.

* K. Edw. Then be it as you will; for 'tis my Enter, on the walls, the Mayor of York, and his brethren.


* And Henry but usurps the diadem. May. My lords, we were forewarned of your Mont. Ay, now my sovereign speaketh like himcoming,

self; . And shut the gates for safety of ourselves ; And now will I be Edward's champion. • For now we owe allegiance unto Henry.

Hast. Sound, trumpet; Edward shall be here *K. Edw. But, master mayor, if Henry be your

proclaim'd: king,

* Comé, fellow-soldier, make thou proclamation. • Yet Edward, at the least, is duke of York.

Gives him a paper. Flourish. May. True, my good lord; I know you for no less.

Sold. [Reads.) Edward the Fourth, by the grace • K. Edw. Why, and I challenge nothing but my of God, king of England and France, and lord dukedom;

of Ireland, &c. * As being well content with that alone.

Mont. And whosoe'er gainsays king Edward's Glo. But, when the fox hath once got in his nose,

right, • He'll soon find means to make the body follow. By this I challenge him to single fight.


[Throws down his gauntlet. Hast. Why, master mayor, why stand you in All. Long live Edward the Fourth! a doubt?

K. Edw. Thanks, brave Montgomery ;-and Open the gates, we are king Henry's friends.

thanks unto you all. May. Ay, say you so ? the gates shall then bel. If fortune serve me, I'll requite this kindness. open'd. [Exeunt from above.

Now, for this night, let's harbour here in York; Glo. A wise stout captain, and persuaded soon! And, when the morning sun shall raise his car * Hast. The good old man would fain that all Above the border of this horizon, were well,

"We'll forward towards Warwick, and his mates; * So 'twere not 'long of him :' but, being enter'd, ||- For, well I wot,3 that Henry is no soldier.— * I doubt not, I, but we shall soon persuade * Ah, froward Clarence Show evil it beseems thee, * Both him, and all his brothers, unto reason. * To flatter Henry, and forsake thy brother! Re-enter the Mayor and two Aldermen, below. * Yet, as we may, we'll meet both thee and War:

wick. *K. Edw. So, master mayor: these gates must || * Come on, brave soldiers; doubt not of the day; not be shut,

* And, that once gotten, doubt not of large pay. • But in the night, or in the time of war. • What! fear not, man, but yield me up the keys;

(Exeunt. [Takes the keys ||SCENE VIII.-London. A room in the palace. • For Edward will defend the town, and thee, Enter King Henry, Warwick, Clarence, Mon

And all those friends that deign to follow me. tague, Exeter, and Oxford.
Drum. Enter Montgomery, and forces, marching. War. What counsel, lords? Edward from Belgia,
Glo. Brother, this is sir John Montgomery,

With hasty Germans, and blunt Hollanders,
Our trusty friend, unless I be deceiv'd.

Hath pass'd in safety through the narrow seas, K. Edw. Welcome, sir John! But why come

And with his troops doth march amain to London ; you in arms?

• And many giddy people flock to him. Mont. To help king Edward in his time of storm,

* Oxf. Let's levy men, and beat him back again. As every loyal subject ought to do.

Clar. A little fire is quickly trodden out; • K. Edw. Thanks, good Montgomery: But we

Which, being suffer'd, rivers cannot quench.

War. In Warwickshire I have true-hearted now forget Our title to the crown; and only claim

friends, “Our dukedom, till God please to send the rest.

Not mutinous in peace, yet bold in war; Mont. Then fare you well, for I will hence again; | . Shalt stir, in Suffolk, 'Norfolk, and in Kent,

Those will I muster up :-and thou, son Clarence, I came to serve a king, and not a duke,• Drummer, strike up, and let us march away.

The knights and gentlemen to come with thee:

[.A march begun.ll. Thou, brother Montague, in Buckingham, K. Edw. Nay, stay, sir John, a while ; and Northampton, and in Leicestershire, shalt find we'll debate,

· Men wellinclin'd to hear what thou command'st:By what safe means the crown may be recover'd. And thou, brave Oxford, wondrous well belovod, Mont. What talk you of debating? in few words,

In Oxfordshire shalt muster up thy friends.• If you'll not here proclaim yourself our king,

My sovereign, with the loving citizens,• I'll leave you to your fortune; and be gone,

* Like to his island, girt in with the ocean, To keep them back that come to succour you:

* Or modest Dian, circled with her nymphs,Why should we fight, if you pretend no title?

Shall rest in London, till we come to him.Glo. Why, brother, wherefore stand you on Fair lords, take leave, and stand not to reply.nice points ?

Farewell, my sovereign. * K. Edw. When we grow stronger, then we'll

K. Hen. Farewell, my Hector, and my Troy's make our claim :

true hope. * Till then, 'tis wisdom to conceal our meaning.

* Clar. In sign of truth, I kiss your highness' * Hast. Away with scrupulous wit! now arms

hand. must rule.

* K. Hen. Well-minded Clarence, be thou for* Glo. And fearless minds climb soonest unto

tunate! crowns.

* Mont. Comfort, my lord ;--and so I take my

leave. (1) The mayor is willing we should enter, so he may not be blamed.

(2) Noise, report.

(3) Know.

*Oxf. And thus (Kissing Henry's hand.] I seal War. Then Clarence is at hand, I hear his drum. my truth, and bid adieu.

* Som. It is not his, my lord; here Southam lies; * K. Hen. Sweet Oxford, and my loving Mon- | * The drum your honour hears, marcheth from tague,

Warwick. * And all at once, once more a happy farewell. * War. Who should that be? belike, unlook'dWar. Farewell, sweet lords ; let's meet at Cov.

for friends. entry. (Exe. War. Clar. Oxf. and Mont. * Som. They are at hand, and you shall quickly * K. Hen. Here at the palace will I rest a while.

know. * Cousin of Exeter, what thinks your lordship?

Drums. Enter King Edward, Gloster, and forces, * Methinks, the power, that Edward hath in field, * Should not be able to encounter mine.

marching. * Exe. The doubt is, that he will seduce the rest. *K. Edw. Go, trumpet, to the walls, and sound * K. Hen. That's not my fear, my meed! hath a parle. got me fame.

"Glo. See, how the surly Warwick mans the wall. * I have not stopp'd mine ears to their demands, War. O, unbid spite! is sportful Edward come? * Nor posted off their suits with slow delays; Where slept our scouts, or how are they seduc'd, *My pity hath been balm to heal their wounds, That we could hear no news of his repair ? * My mildness hath allay'd their swelling griefs, * K. Edw. Now, Warwick, wilt thou ope the city * My mercy dry'd their water-flowing tears :

gates, * I have not been desirous of their wealth,

Speak gentle words, and humbly bend thy knee?* Nor much oppress'd them with great subsidies, Call Edward-king, and at his hands beg mercy, * Nor forward of revenge, though they much err’d:||' And he shall pardon thee these outrages. * Then why should they love Edward more than me? War. Nay, rather, wilt thou draw thy forces * No, Exeter, these graces challenge grace:

hence, * And, when the lion fawns upon the lamb, Confess who set thee up and pluck'd thee down?* The lamb will never cease to follow him. Call Warwick-patron, and be penitent,

(Shout within. A Lancaster! A Lancaster! || And thou shalt still remain the duke of York. Ece. Hark, hark, my lord! what shouts are these? Glo. I thought, at least, he would have said

the king; Enter King Edward, Gloster, and Soldiers.

Or did he make the jest against his will? K. Edw. Seize on the shame-fac'd Henry, bear * War. Is not a dukedom, sir, a goodly gift? him hence,

* Glo. Ay, by my faith, for a poor earl to give; * And once again proclaim us king of England.- 1 * I'll do thee service for so good a gift. 3 * You are the fount, that makes small brooks to flow. War. 'Twas I, that gave the kingdom to thy * Now stops thy spring; my sea shall suck them dry,

brother. * And swell so much the higher by their ebb.

K. Edw. Why, then 'tis mine, if but by War• Hence with him to the Tower; let him not speak.

wick's gift. (Exeunt some with King Henry. War. Thou art no Atlas for so great a weight: • And, lords, towards Coventry bend we our course, || And, weakling, Warwick takes his gift again; • Where peremptory Warwick now remains: And Henry is my king, Warwick his subject. • The sun shines hot, and, if we use delay,

* K. Edw. But Warwick's king is Edward's • Cold biting winter mars our hop'd-for hay.2

prisoner : * Glo. Away betimes, before his forces join, * And, gallant Warwick, do but answer this,* And take the great-grown traitor unawares : What is the body, when the head is off? * Brave warriors, march amain towards Coventry. · Glo: 'Alas, that Warwick had no more forecast,

(Exeunt. But, whiles he thought to steal the single ten,

The king was slily finger'd from the deck !4

You left poor Henry at the bishop's Palace,

And, ten to one, you'll meet him in the Tower.

K. Edw. 'Tis even so; yet you are Warwick still. SCENE I.-Coventry. Enter, upon the walls,

* Glo. Come, Warwick, take the time, kneel

down, kneel down : Warwick, the Mayor of Coventry, two Mes- | * Nay, when ? strike now, or else the iron cools. sengers, and others.

* War. I had rather chop this hand off at a blow, War. Where is the post, that came from valiant * And with the other fling it at thy face, Oxford ?

* Than bear so low a sail, to strike to thee. How far hence is thy lord, mine honest fellow ? *K. Edw. Sail how thou canst, have wind and •1 Mess. By this at Dunsmore, marching hither

tide thy friend; ward.

* This hand, fast wound about thy coal-black hair, War. How far off is our brother Montague ?- * Shall, whiles the head is warm, and new cut off, Where is the post that came from Montague?

* Write in the dust this sentence with thy blood,• 2 Mess. By this at Daintry, with a puissant troop.

Wind-changing Warwick now can change no Enter șir John Somerville. War. Say, Somerville, what says my loving son?

Enter Oxford, with drum and colours. • And, by the guess, how nigh is Clarence now? * War. O cheerful colours ! where Oxford • Som. At Southam I did leave him with his

comes ! forces,

Oxf. Oxford, Oxford, for Lancaster! • And do expect him here some two hours hence.

(Oxford and his forces enter the city.

(Drum heard. "Glo. The gates are open, let us enter too. (1) Merit.

(3) i. e. Enrol myself anong thy dependants. (2) The allusion is to the proverb, “Make hay (4) A pack of cards was anciently termed a deck while the sun shines.'

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K. Edw. So other foes may set upon our backs. K. Edw. Yes, Warwick, Edward dares, and leads * Stand we in good array; for they, no doubt,

the way : * Will issue out again, and bid us battle:

Lords, to the field ; Saint George, and victory! • If not, the city being but of small defence,

(March. Exeunt. • We'll quickly rouse the traitors in the same. War. O, welcome, Oxford! for we want thy | SCENE II.-A field of battle near

Alarums, and Excursions. . Enter King Ed

ward, bringing in Warwick wounded. Enter Montague, with drum and colours.

* K. Edw. So, lie thou there: die thou, and Mont. Montague, Montague, for Lancaster!

die our fear; He and his forces enter the city.

* For Warwick was a bug, 4 that fear'd5 us all. Glo. Thou and thy brother both shall buy this

* Now, Montague, sit fast; I seek for thee,

* That Warwick's bones may keep thine company. • Even with the dearest blood your bodies bear.

(Exit. * K. Edw. The harder match'd, the greater and tell me, who is victor, York, or Warwick?

War. Ah, who is nigh? come to me, friend or foe, victory; My mind presageth happy gain, and conquest.

Why ask I that? my mangled body shows,

* My blood, my want of strength, my sick heart Enter Somerset, with drum and colours.


That I must yield my body to the earth, Som. Somerset, Somerset, for Lancaster! (He and his forces enter the city. Thus yields the cedar to the axe's edge,

And, by my fall, the conquest to my fue. Glo. Two of thy name, both dukes of Somerset, | Whose arms gave shelter to the princely eagle, Have sold their lives unto the house of York ;

Under whose shade the ramping lion slept; And thou shalt be the third, if this sword hold.

Whosc top-branch overpeer'd Jove's spreading tree, Enter Clarence, with drum and colours.

* And kept low shrubs from winter's powerful wind.

* These eyes, that now are dirnm'd with death's War. And lo, where George of Clarence sweeps

black veil, along,

* Have been as piercing as the mid-day sun, Of force enough to bid his brother battle; * To search the secret treasons of the world: * With whom an upright zeal to right prevails, The wrinkles in my brows, now fill?d with blood, * More than the nature of a brother's love:- Were likend oft to kingly sepulchres; * Come, Clarence, come; thou wilt, if Warwick For who liv'd king, but I could dig his grave? calls.

And who durst smile, when Warwick bent his brows? Clar. Father of Warwick, know you what this Lo, now my glory smear'd in dust and blood! means?

My parks, my walks, my manors that I had, {Taking the red rose out of his cap. Even now forsake me; and, of all my lands, • Look here, I throw my infamy at thee:

Is nothing left


my body's length; I will not ruinate my father's house,

Why, what is pomp, rule, reign, but earth and dust? Who gave his blood to limel the stones together, And, live we how we can, yet die we must. . And set up Lancaster. Why, trow'st thou, Warwick,

Enter Oxford and Somerset. • That Clarence is so harsh, so blunt,2 unnatural, * Som. Ah, Warwick, Warwick! wert thou as • To bend the fatal instruments of war

we are, Against his brother, and his lawful king? * We might recover all our loss again! * Perhaps, thou wilt object my holy oath: • The queen from France hath brought a puissant * To keep that oath, were more impiety

power; * Than Jephtha's, when he sacrificd his daughter. Even now we heard the news: Ah, could'st thou fly! * I am so sorry for my trespass made,

War. Why, then I would not fiy.—Ah, Mon* That, to deserve well at my brother's hands,

tague, * I here proclaim myself thy mortal foe; * If thou be there, sweet brother, take my hand, * With resolution, wheresoe'er I meet thee, * And with thy lips keep in my soul a while ! * (As I will meet thee, if thou stir abroad,) * Thou lov'st me not; for, brother, if thou didst, * To plague thee for thy foul misleading me. * Thy tears would wash this cold congealed blood, And so, proud-hearted Warwick, I defy thee, * That glews my lips, and will not let me speak. And to my brother turn my blushing cheeks.-- * Come quickly, Montague, or I am dead. • Pardon me, Edward, I will make amends; Som. Ah, Warwick, Montague hath breath'd And, Richard, do not frown upon my faults,

his last; • For I will henceforth be no more unconstant. * And to the latest gasp, cried out for Warwick, K. Edw. Now welcome more, and ten times * And said-Commend me to my valiant brother. more belov'd,

• And more he would have said; and more he spoke, Than if thou never hadst deserv'd our hate. • Which sounded like a cannon in a vault, Glo. Welcome, good Clarence; this is brother-l. That might not be distinguish’d; but, at last, like.

• I well might hear deliver'd with a groan, — War. O passing: traitor, perjur'd, and unjust! O, farewell, Warwick! K. Edw. What, Warwick, wilt thou leave the War.

Sweet rest to his soul!town, and fight?

Fly, lords, and save yourselves; for Warwick bids Or shall we beat the stones about thine ears? You all farewell, to meet again in heaven. (Dies.

War. Alas, I am not coop'd here for defence: Oxf. Away, away, to meet the queen's great I will away towards Barnet presently,

power! And bid thee battle, Edward, if thou dar'st.

(Exeunt, bearing off Warwick's body (1) i. e. To cement.

(3) Eminent, egregious.

(4) Bugbear. (2) Stupid, insensible of paternal fondness. (5) Terrified.

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SCENE III.-Another part of the field. Flou-11* That there's no hop'd-for mercy with the brothers,

rish. Enter King Edward in triumph; with * More than with ruthless waves, with sands, and Clarence, Gloster, and the rest.

rocks. K. Edw. Thus far our fortune keeps an upward * Why, courage, then! what cannot be avoided, course,

*'Twere childish weakness to lament, or fear. • And we are grac'd with wreaths of victory. * Prince. Methinks, a woman of this valiant But, in the midst of this bright-shining day,

spirit I spy a black, suspicious, threat'ning cloud, * Should, if a coward heard her speak these words, • That will encounter with our glorious sun,

* Infuse his breast with magnanimity, · Ere he attain his easeful western bed :

* And make him, naked, foil a man at arms. • I mean, my lords,—those powers, that the queen I speak not this, as doubting any here : Hath rais'd in Gallia, have arriv'd our coast,

• For, did I but suspect a fearful man, • And, as we hear, march on to fight with us. " He should have leave to go away betimes ;

* Cla. A little gale will soon disperse that cloud, l. Lest, in our need, he might infect another, * And blow it to the source from whence it came:

• And make him of like spirit to himself. * Thy very beams will dry those vapours up;

• If any such be here, as God forbid ! * For every cloud engenders not a storm.

Let him depart, before we need his help. * Glo. The queen is valu'd thirty thousand strong, and

warriors faint! why, 'twere perpetual shame.

Oxf. Women and children of so high a courage! • And Somerset, with Oxford, fled to her; • If she have time to breathe, be well assur'd, O, brave young prince! thy famous grandfather Her faction will be full as strong as ours.

Doth live again in thee; Long may'st thou live, K. Edw. We are advertis'd by our loving friends,||To bear his image, and renew his glories ! That they do hold their course toward Tewksbury;

Som. And he, that will not fight for such a hope, We having now the best at Barnet field, “Go home to bed, and, like the owl by day, • Will thither straight, for willingness rids way;

• If he arise, be mock'd and wonder'd at. And, as we march, our strength will be augmented

* Q. Mar. Thanks, gentle Somerset ;-sweet In every county as we go along.-

Oxford, thanks. Strike up the drum ; cry-Courage! and away.

* Prince. And take his thanks, that yet hatha [Exeunt.

nothing else. SCENE IV.-Plains near Tewksbury. March.

Enter a Messenger. Enter Queen Margaret, Prince Edward, Somerset, Oxford, and Soldiers.

Mess. Prepare you, lords, for Edward is at hand,

• Ready to fight; therefore be resolute. * Q. Mar. Great lords, wise men ne'er sit and Oxf. I thought no less: it is his policy, wail their loss,

To haste thus fast, to find us unprovided. * But cheerly seek how to redress their harms. Som. But he's deceiv'd, we are in readiness. •What though the mast be now blown over-board, Q. Mar. This cheers my heart, to see your for• The cable broke, the holding anchor lost,

wardness. • And half our sailors swallow'd in the flood ? Oxf. Here pitch our battle, hence we will nos • Yet lives our pilot still : Is't meet, that he

budge. Should leave the helm, and, like a fearful lad, * With tearful eyes add water to the sea,

March. Enter, at a distance, King Edward, Cla* And give more strength to that which hath too

rence, Gloster, and forces. much;

·K. Edw. Brave followers, yonder stands the * Whiles, in his moan, the ship splits on the rock,

thorny wood, * Which industry and courage might have sav'd! | Which, by the heavens' assistance, and your * Ah, what a shame! ah, what a fault were this !

strength, Say, Warwick was our anchor; What of that? * Must by the roots be hewn up yet ere night. • And Montague our top-mast; What of him? * I need not add more fuel to your fire, • Our slaughter'd friends the tackles; What of |* For, well I wot,' ye blaze to burn them out : these?

* Give signal to the fight, and to it, lords. • Why, is not Oxford here another anchor?

Q. Mar. Lords, knights, and gentlemen, what I • And Somerset another goodly mast? • The friends of France our shrouds and tacklings? |. My tears gainsay ;2 for every word I speak, And, though unskilful, why not Ned and I


I drink the water of mine eyes. • For once allow'd the skilful pilot's charge? Therefore, no more but this :-Henry, your sove• We will not from the helm, to sit and weep;

reign, * But keep our course, though the rough wind say || Is prisoner to the foe; his state usurp'd, -no,

* His realm a slaughter-house, his subjects slain, * From shelves and rocks that threaten us with || His statutes cancell’d, and his treasure spent ; wreck.

* And yonder is the wolf, that makes this spoil. * As good to chide the waves, as speak them fair. You fight in justice : then, in God's name, lords, * And what is Edward, but a ruthless sea? · Be valiant, and give signal to the fight. * What Clarence, but a quicksand of deceit?

(Exeunt both armies. * And Richard, but a ragged fatal rock? * All these the enemies to our poor bark.

SCENE V.-Another part of the same. Alar. * Say, you can swim; alas, 'tis but a while :

ums : Excursions: and afterwards a Retreat. * Tread on the sand; why, there you quickly sink :

Then enter King Edward, Clarence, Gloster, * Bestride the rock; the tide will wash you off,

and forces; with Queen Margaret, Oxford, and * Or else you famish, that's a threefold death.

Somerset, prisoners. * This speak I, lords, to let you understand, K. Edw. Now, here a period of tumultuous broils. * In case some one of you would fly from us, Away with Oxford to Hammes' castle3 straight : (1) Know. (2) Unsay, deny.

(3) A castle in Picardy.

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