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SCENE IV. Plains near TEWKSBURY. March. Enter QUEEN MARGARET, PRINCE Ev
WARD, SOMERSET, OXFORD, and Soldiers. Q. Mar. Great lords, wise men ne'er sit and wail
their loss, But cheerly seek how to redress their harms. What though the mast be pow blown over-board, The cable broke, the holding anchor lost, And half our sailors swallow'd in the flood? Yet lives our pilot still : Is't meet, that lie Should leave the helm, and, like a fearful lad, With tearful eyes add water to the sea, And give more strength to that which hath too much; Whiles, in his moan, the ship splits on the rock, Which industry and courage might have sav'd? Ah, what a shame! ah, what a fault were this! Say, Warwick was our anchor; What of that? And Montague our top-mast; What of him? Our slaughter'd friends the tackles; What of these? Why, is not Oxford here another anchor? And Somerset another goodly mast? The friends of France our shrouds and tacklings? And, though unskilful, why not Ned and I For once allow'd the skilful pilot's charge? We will not from the helm, to sit and weep; But keep our course, though the rough wind say-no, From shelves and rocks that threaten us with wreck. As good to chide the waves, as speak them fair. And what is Edward, but a ruthless sea ? What Clarence, but a quicksand of deceit? And Richard, but a ragged fatal rock ? All these the enemies lo our poor bark. Say, you can swim; alas, 'tis but awhile : Tread on the sand; why, there you quickly sink : Bestride the rock; the tide will wash you off, Or else you famish, that's a threefold death. This speak I, lords, to let you understand, In case some one of you would fly from us, That there's no hop'd-for mercy with the brothers, More than with raibless wayes, with sands, and rocks.
Why, courage, then! what cannot be avoided,
Prince. Methinks, a woman of this valiant spirit
Oxf. Women and children of so bigh a courage!
Som. And he, that will not fight for such a hope,
(else. Prince. And take his thanks, that yet hath nothing
Enter a Messenger.
Oxf. I thought no less : it is his policy,
Som. But he's deceiv'd, we are in readiness. [ness.
Oxf. Here pitch our battle, hence we will not budge.
RENCE, GLOSTER, and Forces.
For, well I wot, ye blaze to burn them out:
Q. Mar. Lords, knights, and gentlemen, what I My tears gainsay; for every word I speak,
I drink the water of mine eyes. Therefore, no more but this :—Henry, your sovereign, Is prisoner to the foe; his state usurp'd, His realm a slaughterhouse, bis subjects slain, His statutes cancell'd, and his treasure spent; And yonder is the wolf, that makes this spoil. You fight in justice: then, in God's name, lords, Be valiant, and give signal to the fight.
[Exeunt both Armies. SCENE V. Another Part of the same. Alarums: 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' castle straight : For Somerset, off with his guilty head. Go, bear them bence; I will not hear them speak.
Oxf. For my part, I'll not trouble thee with words. Som. Nor 1, but stoop with patience to my fortune.
[Exeunt Oxford and Somerset, guarded. Q. Mar. So part we sadly in this troublons world, To meet with joy in sweet Jerusalem.
K. Edw. Is proclamation made,-that who finds EdShall have a high reward, and he his life? Glo. It is: and, lo, where youthful Edward comes.
Enter Soldiers, with PRINCE EDWARD. K. Edw. Bring forth the gallant, let us hear him What! can so young a thorn begin to prick? (speak. Edward, what satisfaction canst thou make, For bearing arms, for stirring up my subjects, And all the trouble thou hast turn'd me to?
Prince. Speak like a subject, proud ambitious York!
Suppose that I am now my father's mouth;
Q. Mar. Ah, that thy father had been so resolv'd!
Glo. That you might still have worn the petticoat, And ne'er have stol'n the breach from Lancaster.
Prince. Let Æsop fable in a winter's night; His currish riddles sort not with this place.
Glo. By heaven, brat, I'll plague you for that word. Q. Mar. 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.
(tongue. K. Edw. Peace, wilful boy, or I will charın your Clar. Untutor’d lad, thou art too malapert.
Prince. I know my duty, you are all undutiful: Lascivious Edward,--and thou perjur'd George,And thou mis-shapen Dick,- I tell ye all, I am your better, traitors as ye are ;And thou usurp'st my father's right and mine. K. Edw. Take that, the likeness of this railer here.
[Stabs him. Glo. Sprawlist thou? take that, to end thy agony.
[Glo. stabs him. Clar. And there's for twitting me with perjury.
(Clar. stabs him. Q. Mar. 0, kill me too! Glo. Marry, and shall.
[Offers to kill her. K. Edw. Hold, Richard, hold, for we have done loo
much. Glo. Why should she live, to fill the world with words?
[recovery. K. Edw. What! doth she swoon? use means for her
Glo. Clarence, excuse me to the king my brother:
Clar. What? what?
[Exit. Q. Mar. 0, Ned, sweet Ned! speak to thy mother, C'anst thou not speak?-0 traitors! murderers? — [boy!
They, that stabb'd Cæsar, shed no blood at all,
K. Edw. Away with her; go, bear her hence perforce.
here; Here sheath thy sword, I'll pardon thee my
death : What! wilt thou not?--then, Clarence, do it thou.
Clar. By heaven, I will not do thee so much ease. Q. Mar. Good Clarence, do; sweet Clarence, do thou do it.
[it? Clar. Didst thou not hear me swear, I would not do Q. Mar. Ay, but thou usest to forswear thyself; "Twas sin before, but now 'tis charity. What! wilt thou not? where is that devil's butcher, Hard-favour'd Richard? Richard, where art thou? Thou art not here: Murder is thy alms-deed; Petitioners for blood thou ne'er put'st back.
K. Edw. Away, I say; I charge ye, bear her hence! Q. Mar. So come to you, and yours, as to this prince.
[Exit, led out forcibly. K. Edw. Where's Richard gone?
Clar. To London, all in post; and, as I guess, To make a bloody supper in the Tower.
K. Edw. He's sudden, if a thing comes in his head. Now march we hence: discharge the common sort With pay and thanks, and let's away to London, And see oor gentle queen how well she fares; By this, I hope, she batb a son for ine. [Exeunt.