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Drums. Enter KING EDWARD, GLOSTER, and
K. Edw. Now, Warwick, wilt thou ope the city gates,
War. Nay, rather, wilt thou draw thy forces hence,
Glo. I thought, at least, he would have said—the king !
War. Is not a dukedom, sir, a goodly gift?
War. 'Twas I, that gave the kingdom to thy brother.
War. Thou art no Atlas for so great a weight:
K. Edw. But Warwick's king is Edward's prisoner:
Glo. Alas, that Warwick had no more forecast,
K. Edw. "Tis even so; yet you are Warwick still.
War. I had rather chop this band off at a blow,
K. Edw. Sail how thou canst, have wind and tide
Enter OXFORD, with Drum and Colours.
[Oxford and his Forces enter the City. Glo. The gates are open, let us enter too.
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 treason Even with the dearest blood your bodies hear.
K. Edw. The harder match'd, the greater victory; My mind presageth happy gain, and conquest.
Enter SOMERSET, with Drum and Colours. Som. Somerset, Somerset, for Lancaster!
[He and his Forces enter the City. Glo. Two of thy name, both dukes of Somerset, Have sold their lives unto the house of York; And thou shalt be the third, if this sword hold.
Enter CLARENCE, with Drum and Colours. War. And lo, where George of Clarence sweeps along, Of force enough to bid his brother battle; With whom an upright zeal to right prevails, More than the nature of a brother's love : Come, Clarence, come; thou wilt, if Warwick calls. Clar. Father of Warwick, know you what this means?
[Taking the red Rose out of his Cap. Look here, I throw my infamy at thee :
I will not ruinate my father's house,
my brother turu my blushing cheeks.
K. Edw. Now welcome more, and ten times more be-
Glo. Welcome, good Clarence; this is brother-like.
K. Edw. What, Warwick, wilt thou leave the town, and
War. Alas, I am not coop'd here for defence:
K. Edw. Yes, Warwick, Edward dares, and leads the
SCENE II. A Field of Battle near BARNET.
bringing in WARWICK, wounded.
War. Ah, who is nigh? come to me, friend or foe, And tell me, who is victor, York, or Warwick? Why ask I that? my mangled body shows, My blood, my want of strength, my sick heart shows, That I must yield my body to the earth: And, by my fall, the conquest to my foe. Thus yields the cedar to the axe's edge, Whose arms gave shelter to the princely eagle, Under whose shade the ramping lion siept; Whose top-branch over-peer'd Jove's spreading tree, And kept low shrubs from winter's powerful wind. These eyes, that now are dimm'd with death’s black veil, Have been as piercing as the mid-day sun, To search the secret treasons of the world: The wrinkles in my brows, now fi!ld with blood, Were liken’d oft to kingly sepulchres; For who liv'd king, but I could dig bis grave? And who darst smile, when Warwick bent his brow? Lo, now my glory smear'd in dust and blood! My parks, my walks, my manors that I had, Even now forsake me; and, of all my lands, Is nothing left me, but my body's length; Why, what is pomp, rule, reign, but earth and dust? And, live we bow we can, yet die we must.
Enter OXFORD and SOMERSET. Som. Ah, Warwick, Warwick! thou as we are, We might recover all our loss again! The queen from France hath brought a puissant power; Even now we heard the news: Ah, couldst thou fly!
War. Why, then I would not fly.-Ay, Montague, If thou be there, sweet brother, take iny band, And with thy lips keep in my soul awhile! Thou lov'st ine not; for, brother, it thou didst, Thy tears would wash this cold congealed blood, That glews my lips, and will not let me speak. Come quickly, Montague, or I am dead. Som. Ah, Warwick,
Montague hath breath'd his last; Aud to the latest gasp, cried out for Warwick, And said-Commend me to iny valiant brother.
And more he would have said; and more he spoke,
Sweet rest to his soul!
[Exeunt, bearing off Warwick's Body.
SCENE III. Another Part of the Field.
CLARENCE, GLOSTER, und the rest.
Clar. A little gale will soon disperse that cloud,
Glo. 'The queen is valu'd thirty thousand strong,
K. Edw. We are advertis'd by our loving friends,