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* But, if an humble prayer may prevail, * I then crave pardon of your majesty.
* K. Hen. For what, lieutenant? for well using me?
*Nay, be thou sure, I'll well requite thy kind
*For that it made my imprisonment a pleasure: * Ay, such a pleasure as incaged birds
* Conceive, when, after many moody thoughts, * At last, by notes of household harmony, *They quite forget their loss of liberty.* But, Warwick, after God, thou sett'st me free, *And chiefly therefore I thank God, and thee; *He was the author, thou the instrument. *Therefore, that I may conquer fortune's spite,
By living low, where fortune cannot hurt me; *And that the people of this blessed land *May not be punish'd with my thwarting stars; 'Warwick, although my head still wear the crown, I here resign my government to thee,
For thou art fortunate in all thy deeds.
*War. Your grace hath still been fam'd for virtuous;
*And now may seem as wise as virtuous, *By spying, and avoiding, fortune's malice, *For few men rightly temper with the stars ;1 Yet in this one thing let me blame your grace, *For choosing me, when Clarence is in place.2
* Clar. No, Warwick, thou art worthy of the
*We'll yoke together, like a double shadow *To Henry's body, and supply his place; *I mean, in bearing weight of government, * While he enjoys the honour, and his ease. *And, Clarence, now then it is more than needful, *Forthwith that Edward be pronounc'd a traitor, *And all his lands and goods be confiscate.
Clar. What else? and that succession be determin'd.
* War. Ay, therein Clarence shall not want his part.
*K. Hen. But, with the first of all your chief affairs, *Let me entreat (for I command no more,) *That Margaret your queen, and my son Edward, * Be sent for, to return from France with speed: *For, till I see them here, by doubtful fear
My joy of liberty is half eclips'd. Clar. It shall be done, my sovereign, with all speed.
(1) Few men conform their temper to their destiny. (2) Present. (3) Afterward Henry VII.
'K. Hen. My lord of Somerset, what youth is that,
Of whom you seem to have so tender care?
Som. My liege, it is young Henry, earl of
'K. Hen. Come hither, England's hope: If secret
*So doth my heart misgive me, in these conflicts *What may befall him, to his harm, and ours: * Therefore, lord Oxford, to prevent the worst, Forthwith we'll send him hence to Britany, Till storms be past of civil enmity.
*Oxf. Ay; for, if Edward repossess the crown, *'Tis like, that Richmond with the rest shall down. *Som. It shall be so; he shall to Britany. * Come therefore, let's about it speedily. [Exeunt, SCENE VII-Before York. Enter King Ed ward, Gloster, Hastings, and forces.
'K. Edw. Now, brother Richard, lord Hastings, and the rest;
Yet thus far fortune maketh us amends,
And says-that once more I shall interchange
Glo. The gates made fast!-Brother, I like
*For many men, that stumble at the threshold, *Are well foretold-that danger lurks within.
*K. Edw. Tush, man! abodements must not now affright us:
By fair or foul means we must enter in, *For hither will our friends repair to us.
(4) i. e. Waited for him.
*Hast. My liege, I'll knock once more, to * Brother, we will proclaim you out of hand; summon them. *The bruit2 thereof will bring you many friends. *K. Edw. Then be it as you will; for 'tis my right,
Enter, on the walls, the Mayor of York, and his brethren.
Glo. Brother, this is sir John Montgomery, Our trusty friend, unless I be deceiv'd.
'K. Edw. Welcome, sir John! But why come you in arms?
Mont. To help king Edward in his time of storm, As every loyal subject ought to do.
'K. Edw. Thanks, good Montgomery: But we now forget
Our title to the crown; and only claim Our dukedom, till God please to send the rest. Mont. Then fare you well, for I will hence again; I came to serve a king, and not a duke,— Drummer, strike up, and let us march away. [A march begun. 'K. Edw. Nay, stay, sir John, a while; and we'll debate,
"By what safe means the crown may be recover'd.
*K. Edw. When we grow stronger, then we'll make our claim:
* Till then, 'tis wisdom to conceal our meaning. *Hast. Away with scrupulous wit! now arms must rule.
*Glo. And fearless minds climb soonest unto
(1) The mayor is willing we should enter, so he may not be blamed.
*And Henry but usurps the diadem. Mont. Ay, now my sovereign speaketh like himself;
And now will I be Edward's champion. Hast. Sound, trumpet; Edward shall be here proclaim'd:
* ome, fellow-soldier, make thou proclamation. Gives him a paper. Flourish. of God, king of England and France, and lord Sold. [Reads.] Edward the Fourth, by the grace of Ireland, &c.
Mont. And whosoe'er gainsays king Edward's right,
By this I challenge him to single fight.
If fortune serve me, I'll requite this kindness.
We'll forward towards Warwick, and his mates;
For, well I wot,3 that Henry is no soldier.*Ah, froward Clarence!-how evil it beseems thee, *To flatter Henry, and forsake thy brother! *Yet, as we may, we'll meet both thee and War wick.
* Come on, brave soldiers; doubt not of the day; *And, that once gotten, doubt not of large pay. [Exeunt. SCENE VIII-London. A room in the palace. Enter King Henry, Warwick, Clarence, Montague, Exeter, and Oxford.
War. What counsel, lords? Edward from Belgia, With hasty Germans, and blunt Hollanders, Hath pass'd in safety through the narrow seas, And with his troops doth march amain to London; And many giddy people flock to him.
*Oxf. Let's levy men, and beat him back again. Clar. A little fire is quickly trodden out; Which, being suffer'd, rivers cannot quench. War. In Warwickshire I have true-hearted friends,
Not mutinous in peace, yet bold in war;
The knights and gentlemen to come with thee:Thou, brother Montague, in Buckingham, Northampton, and in Leicestershire, shalt find Men wellinclin'd to hear what thou command'st:And thou, brave Oxford, wondrous well belov'd, My sovereign, with the loving citizens, In Oxfordshire shalt muster up thy friends.*Like to his island, girt in with the ocean, *Or modest Dian, circled with her nymphs,— Shall rest in London, till we come to him.Fair lords, take leave, and stand not to reply.Farewell, my sovereign.
K. Hen. Farewell, my Hector, and my Troy's true hope. *Clar. In sign of truth, I kiss your highness' hand.
*K. Hen. Well-minded Clarence, be thou fortunate! *Mont. Comfort, my lord;-and so I take my leave.
(2) Noise, report.
* Oxf. And thus [Kissing Henry's hand.] I seal my truth, and bid adieu."
*K. Hen. Sweet Oxford, and my loving Mon-* tague,
*And all at once, once more a happy farewell. War. Farewell, sweet lords; let's meet at Coventry. [Exe. War. Clar. Oxf. and Mont. *K. Hen. Here at the palace will I rest a while. * Cousin of Exeter, what thinks your lordship? * Methinks, the power, that Edward hath in field,
* Should not be able to encounter mine.
* Exe. The doubt is, that he will seduce the rest. *K. Hen. That's not my fear, my meed1 hath got me fame.
* I have not stopp'd mine ears to their demands, *Nor posted off their suits with slow delays; *My pity hath been balm to heal their wounds, *My mildness hath allay'd their swelling griefs, *My mercy dry'd their water-flowing tears: * I have not been desirous of their wealth, *Nor much oppress'd them with great subsidies, *Nor forward of revenge, though they much err'd; *Then why should they love Edward more than me? *No, Exeter, these graces challenge grace: *And, when the lion fawns upon the lamb, *The lamb will never cease to follow him.
[Shout within. A Lancaster! A Lancaster! Exe. Hark, hark, my lord! what shouts are these? Enter King Edward, Gloster, and Soldiers. 'K. Edw. Seize on the shame-fac'd Henry, bear him hence,
And once again proclaim us king of England. *You are the fount, that makes small brooks to flow. *Now stops thy spring; my sea shall suck them dry, *And swell so much the higher by their ebb."Hence with him to the Tower; let him not speak. [Exeunt some with King Henry. And, lords, towards Coventry bend we our course, Where peremptory Warwick now remains: The sun shines hot, and, if we use delay, 'Cold biting winter mars our hop'd-for hay.2
*Glo. Away betimes, before his forces join, *And take the great-grown traitor unawares : * Brave warriors, march amain towards Coventry. [Exeunt.
'War. Then Clarence is at hand, I hear his drum. *Som. It is not his, my lord; here Southam lies; The drum your honour hears, marcheth from Warwick.
* War. Who should that be? belike, unlook'dfor friends.
*Som. They are at hand, and you shall quickly know.
(2) The allusion is to the proverb, Make hay while the sun shines.'
Drums. Enter King Edward, Gloster, and forces, marching.
*K. Edw. Go, trumpet, to the walls, and sound a parle.
Glo. See, how the surly Warwick mans the wall. War. O, unbid spite! is sportful Edward come? Where slept our scouts, or how are they seduc'd, That we could hear no news of his repair?
* K. Edw. Now, Warwick, wilt thou ope the city gates,
Speak gentle words, and humbly bend thy knee?--Call Edward-king, and at his hands beg mercy, And he shall pardon thee these outrages. 'War. Nay, rather, wilt thou draw thy forces hence,
Confess who set thee up and pluck'd thee down?---
Or did he make the jest against his will? *War. Is not a dukedom, sir, a goodly gift? *Glo. Ay, by my faith, for a poor earl to give; * I'll do thee service for so good a gift.3 'War. 'Twas I, that gave the kingdom to thy brother.
(3) i. e. Enrol myself among thy dependants. (4) A pack of cards was anciently termed a dec lof cards.
'K. Edw. So other foes may set upon our backs. *Stand we in good array; for they, no doubt, *Will issue out again, and bid us battle:
If not, the city being but of small defence, "We'll quickly rouse the traitors in the same. War. O, welcome, Oxford! for we want thy help.
Enter Montague, with drum and colours. Mont. Montague, Montague, for Lancaster! [He and his forces enter the city. 'Glo. Thou and thy brother both shall buy this
• Even with the dearest blood your bodies bear.
Enter Somerset, with drum and colours.
Enter Clarence, with drum and colours.
War. And lo, where George of Clarence sweeps
Of force enough to bid his brother battle;
Clar. Father of Warwick, know you what this means?
[Taking the red rose out of his cap.
That Clarence is so harsh, so blunt,2 unnatural,
Against his brother, and his lawful king?
* Perhaps, thou wilt object my holy oath:
To plague thee for thy foul misleading me.
And, Richard, do not frown upon my faults, For I will henceforth be no more unconstant. 'K. Edw. Now welcome more, and ten times more belov'd, Than if thou never hadst deserv'd our hate. 'Glo. Welcome, good Clarence; this is brotherlike.
War. O passing traitor, perjur'd, and unjust!
Or shall we beat the stones about thine ears?
(1) i. e. To cement.
(2) Stupid, insensible of paternal fondness.
That I must yield my body to the earth,
*Have been as piercing as the mid-day sun,
Enter Oxford and Somerset.
*Som. Ah, Warwick, Warwick! wert thou as
*We might recover all our loss again!
The queen from France hath brought a puissant power;
Even now we heard the news: Ah, could'st thou fly! 'War. Why, then I would not fiy.-Ah, Montague,
*If thou be there, sweet brother, take my hand,
'Som. Ah, Warwick, Montague hath breath'd
And to the latest gasp, cried out for Warwick,
Sweet rest to his soul!Fly, lords, and save yourselves; for Warwick bids You all farewell, to meet again in heaven. [Dies. Oxf. Away, away, to meet the queen's great power!
[Exeunt, bearing off Warwick's body
(3) Eminent, egregious.
SCENE III-Another part of the field. Flou-||* 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.
Why, courage, then! what cannot be avoided,
*Should, if a coward heard her speak these words,
For, did I but suspect a fearful man,
K. Edw. Thus far our fortune keeps an upward
'And we are grac'd with wreaths of victory.
I mean, my lords, those powers, that the queen Hath rais'd in Gallia, have arriv'd our coast, And, as we hear, march on to fight with us. *Cla. A little gale will soon disperse that cloud, * And blow it to the source from whence it came : *Thy very beams will dry those vapours up; *For every cloud engenders not a storm.
*Glo. The queen is valu'd thirty thousand strong, 'And Somerset, with Oxford, fled to her; 'If she have time to breathe, be well assur'd, Her faction will be full as strong as ours.
K. Edw. We are advertis'd by our loving friends, That they do hold their course toward Tewksbury; 'We having now the best at Barnet field, 'Will thither straight, for willingness rids way; And, as we march, our strength will be augmented In every county as we go along.Strike the drum; cry-Courage! and away. [Exeunt. SCENE IV-Plains near Tewksbury. March. Enter Queen Margaret, Prince Edward, Somerset, Oxford, and Soldiers..
-no, *From shelves and rocks that threaten us with wreck.
*As good to chide the waves, as speak them fair.
Tread on the sand; why, there you quickly sink:
'He should have leave to go away betimes;
Som. And he, that will not fight for such a hope,
*Prince. And take his thanks, that yet hath
Enter a Messenger.
Mess. 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 fast, to find us unprovided. Som. But he's deceiv'd, we are in readiness. Q. Mar. This cheers my heart, to see your forwardness. Oxf. Here pitch our battle, hence we will not budge.
Enter, at a distance, King Edward, Clarence, Gloster, and forces.
'K. Edw. Brave followers, yonder stands the thorny wood,
Which, by the heavens' assistance, and your
Must 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.
Q. Mar. Lords, knights, and gentlemen, what I
My tears gainsay ;2 for
Is prisoner to the foe; his state usurp'd,
Alar ums: Excursions: and afterwards a Retreat. Then enter King Edward, Clarence, Gloster, and forces; with Queen Margaret, Oxford, and Somerset, prisoners.
'K. Edw. Now, here a period of tumultuous broils. Away with Oxford to Hammes' castle3 straight:
(3) A castle in Picardy.