« PreviousContinue »
Speak gentle words, and humbly bend thy knee,
War. Nay rather, wilt thou draw thy forces hence,
Glo. I thought at least he would have said the King, 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.
War. 'Twas I that gave the Kingdom to thy brother. K. Edw. Why then 'tis mine, if but by Warwick's gift.
War. Thou art no Atlas for so great a weight: And, weakling! Warwick takes his gift again, And Henry is my King, Warwick his subject.
K. Edw. But Warwick's King is Edward's prisoner:
Glo. Alas! that Warwick had no more fore-cast,
K. Edw. 'Tis even fo, yet you are Warwick ftill.
Glo. Come, Warwick, take the time, kneel down, kneel Nay, when? strike now, or else the iron cools. [down:
War. I'd rather chop this hand off at a blow,
S C Ε Ν Ε II.
K. Edw. So other foes may set upon our backs.
Enter Montague, with Drum and Colours.
Glo. Thou and thy brother both shall buy this treason Ev'n with the dearest blood your bodies bear.
K. Edw. The harder match'd, the greater victory; My mind presageth happy gain and conquest.
Enter Somerset, with Drum and Colours.
Glo. Two of thy name, both Dukes of Somerset,
Enter Clarence, with Drum and Colours.
Cla. Father of Warwick, know you what this means ? Look here, I throw my infamy at thee:
(Takes his red rose out of his hat and throws
it towards Warwick. I will not ruinate my father's house,
(Who gave his blood to lime the stones together)
Glo. Welcome, good Clarence, this is brother-like.
War. Alas, I am not coop'd here for defence : I will away towards Barnet presently, And bid the battel, Edward, if thou dar'ft. (way:
K. Edw. Yes, Warwick, Edward dares, and leads the Lords! to the field; St. George and victory! [Exeunt,
March. Warwick and his Company follow.
Alarum and Excursions. Enter King Edward bringing
forth Warwick wounded. K. Edw.S.: lyg thou there; die thou, and die our fear ;
For Warwick a Now, Montague, sit fast, I seek for thee, That Warwick's bones may keep thine company. [Exit.
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 shews, My blood, my want of strength, my fick heart shews, That I must yield my body to the earth, And by my fall, the conquest to my foe. Thus yields the Cedar, to the ax's edge, Whose arms gave shelter to the princely eagle, Under whose shade the ramping lion Nept, Whose top-branch over-peer'd fove's spreading tree, And kept low fhrubs from winter's pow’rful wind. These eyes that now are dimm'd with death's black veil, Have been as piercing as the mid-day fun, To search the fecret treasons of the world. The wrinkles in my brow, now filld with blood, Were lik’ned oft to kingly fepulchres : For who liv’d King, but I could dig his grave? And who durst smile, when Warwick bent his brow? Lo, now my glory fmcar'd in duft and blood, My parks, my walks, my manors that I had, Ev'n 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 how we can, yet die we must.
Enter Oxford and Somerset. Som. Ah, Warwick, Warwick, wert thou as we are, We might recover all our loss again : The Queen from France hath brought a puissant power. Ev'n now we heard the news: ah, could'st thou Hy!
War. Why then I would not fly. Ah, Montague, If thou be there, sweet brother, take my hand, And with thy lips keep in my soul a while. Thou lov'ft'me not; for, brother, if thou didft, 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, And to the latest gasp cry'd out for Warwick : And said, Commend me to my valiant brotber. And more he would have said, and more he spoke, Which founded like a cannon in a vault, That might not be distinguish'd; but at last I well might hear deliver'd with a groan, Ob! farewel, Warwick!
War. Sweetly reft his foul ! Fly, Lords, and save your felves, for Warwick bids You all farewel, to meet again in heaven. [Dies. Oxf. Away, away, to meet the Queen's great power.
They bear away bis Body, and Exeunt.
Another part of the Field. Flourish. Enter King Edward in triumph, with Gloucester,
Clarence, and the rest. K. Edw. .
HUS far our fortune keeps an upward course, But in the midst of this bright-shining day, I spy a black, suspicious, threat-ning cloud,