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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,
'Twere childish weakness lo lament, or fear.

Prince. Methinks, a woman of this valiant spirit
Should, if a coward 'hear her speak these words,
Infuse his breast with magnaniinity,
And make him, naked, foil a man at arms.
I speak not this, as doubting any here:
For, did I but suspect a fearful inan,
He should have leave to go away betimes ;
Lest, in our need, he might infect another,
And make him of like spirit to himself.
If any such be here, as God forbid!
Let bim depart, before we need his help.

Oxf. Women and children of so bigh a courage!
And warriors faint! why, 'twere perpetual shame.-
0, brave young prince ! thy famous grandfather
Doth live again in thee; Long may'st thou live,
To bear his image, and renew his glories!

Som. And he, that will not fight for such a hope,
Go home to bed, and, like the owl by day,
If he arise, be mock'd and wonder'd at.
Q. Mar. Thanks, gentle Somerset;—sweet Oxford,

(else. Prince. And take his thanks, that yet hath nothing

Enter a Messenger.
Mess. Prepare you, lords, for Edward is at hand,
Ready to figbt; 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. [ness.
Q. Mar. This cheers my heart, to see your forward-

Oxf. Here pitch our battle, hence we will not budge.
March. Enter, at a distance, King EDWARD, CLA-

RENCE, GLOSTER, and Forces.
K. Edw. Brave followers, yonder stands the thorny

Which, by the heavens' assistance, and your strength,
Must by the roots be hewn up yet ere night.
I need not add more fuel to your fire,

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For, well I wot, ye blaze to burn them out:
Give signal to the fight, and to it, lords. [should say,

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;
Resign thy chair, and, where I stand, kneel thou,
Whilst I propose the self-same words to thee,
Which, traitor, thou wouldst have me answer to.

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:
I'll hence to London on a serious malter:
Ere ye come there, be sure to hear some news.

Clar. What? what?
Glo. The Tower, the Tower!

[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,
Did not offend, nor were not worthy blame,
If this foul deed were by, to equal it.
He was a man; this, in respect, a child;
And men ne'er spend their fury on a child.
What's worse than murderer, that I may name it?
No, no; my heart will burst, an if I speak;
And I will speak, that so my heart may burst.-
Butchers and villains, bloody cannibals!
How sweet a plant have you untimely cropp'd!
You have no children, butchers! if you had,
The thought of them would have stirr'd up remorse :
But, if you ever chance to have a child,
Look in his youth to have hiin so cut off,
As, deathsmen! you have rid this sweet young prince!

K. Edw. Away with her; go, bear her hence perforce.
Q. Mar. Nay, never bear me hence, despatch me

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.

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