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That will encounter with our glorious fun,
Ere he attain his easeful western bed :
I mean, my Lords, those powers that the Queen
Hath rais'd in Gallia, have arriv'd our coait,
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 valued thirty thousand strong,
And Somerset, with Oxford, fled to her.
If she hath time to breathe, be well affur'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 tow'rd Tewksbury.
We having now the beit 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:

up the drum, cry, courage! and away. (Exeunt.

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March. Enter Queen Margaret, Prince of Wales,

Somerset, Oxford, and Soldiers. Q. Mar. GReat Lords, wise men ne'er sit and wail their But chearly seek how to redress their harms. What though the mast be now blown over-board, The cable broke, the holding-anchor lost, And half our failors fwallow'd in the flood ? Yet lives our Pilot still. Is't meet that he Should leave the helm, and like a fearful lad With tear-full eyes add water to the sea, And give more strength to that which hath too much? .. VOL. IV.



While 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 Naughter'd friends, the tackle; what of these?
Why, is not Oxford here another anchor ?
And Somerset another goodly mast?
The friends of France our shrouds and tacklings still?
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 fea?
What Clarence, but a quick-land of deceit ?
And Richard, but a ragged fatal rock?
All these, the enemies to our poor bark.
Say you can swim; alas, 'tis but a while ;
Tread on the fand, why there you quickly sink;
Bestride the rock, the tide will wash you off,
Or else you famish, that's a three-fold death.
This speak I, Lords, to let you understand,
In case fome one of you would Ay from us,
That there's no hop'd-for mercy with the brothers,
More than with ruthless waves, with fands and rocks,
Why, courage then! what cannot be avoided,
'Twere childish weakness to lament, or fear.

Prince. Methinks a woman of this valiant fpirit
Should, if a coward heard her speak these words,
Infuse his breast with magnanimity,
And make him, naked, foil a man at arms.
I speak not this, as doubting any here :
For did I but suspect a fearful man,
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 him depart before we need his help.

Oxf. Women and children of so high a courage!
And warriors faint! why, 'twere perpetual shame.
Oh 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 fuch 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, thanks.
Prince. And take his thanks, that yet hath nothing else.

Enter a Messenger.
Mes. 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 chears my heart, to see your forwardness.
Oxf. Here pitch our battel, hence we will not budge.

March. Enter King Edward, Gloucester, Clarence,

and Soldiers.
K, Edw. Brave followers, yonder stands the thorny wood,
Which, by the heav'n's asistance and your strength,
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. [fay

Q. Mar. Lords, Knights, and Gentlemen, what I should My tears gain-fay; for every word I speak, Yé fee I drink the water of my eye: Therefore no more but this; Henry, your Sov’reign, Is prisoner to the foe, his state usurp'd, His realm a daughter-house, his subjects Nain, S 2


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 battle.

Alarum. Retreat. Excursions. Both Parties go out.
Re-Enter King Edward, Gloucester, Clarence, &c. Queen

Margaret, Oxford, and Somerset Prisoners.
K. Edw. Now here's a period of tumultuous broils.
Away with Oxford to ? 'Holmes-castle *' straight :
For Somerset, off with his guilty head.
Go bear them hence, I will not hear them speak.

Oxf. For my part, I'll not trouble thee with words.
Som. Nor I, but stoop with patience to my fortune. [Exe.

Q. Mar. So part we fadly in this troublous world, To mect with joy in sweet Jerusalem.

K. Edw. Is proclamation made, that who finds Edward Shall have a high reward, and he his life? Glo. It is, and lo where youthful Edward comes.

Enter the Prince of Wales.
K. Edw. Bring forth the gallant, let us hear him speak.
What? can fo young a thorn begin to prick?
Edward, what fatisfaction 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,
Relign thy chair, and where I stand kneel thou,
Whilft I propose the self-fame 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 breech from Lancaster.

Prince. Let Æsop fable in a winter's night, His currilh riddles fort not with this place.

Gla. (a) Holmes-cafile is an old cafle near Tewksbury. i Hammes-cafle

ye all,

Glo. By heaven, brat, I'll plagué ye for that word.
Q. Mar. Ay, thou wast born to be a plague to men.
Glo. For God's fake, take away this captive scold.
Prince. Nay, take away this scolding crook-back rather.
K. Edw. Peace, wilful boy, or I will charm your tongue. ,-
Cla. Untutor’d lad, thou art too malapert.

Prince. I know my duty, you're undutiful:
Lascivious Edward, and thou, perjur’d George,
And thou, mis-shapen Dick, I tell
I am your better, traitors as ye are :
And thou usurp'st my father's right and mine.

Glo. Take that, thou likeness of this railer here. [Stabs him.
K. Edw. And take thou that, to end thy agony.

[Edward stabs bim. Cla. And there's for twitting me with perjury.

[Clarence stabs him. Q. Mar. Oh, kill me too! Glo. Marry, and shall.

[Offers to kill her. K.Edw.Hold, Richard, hold, for we have done toomuch. Glo. Why should the live, to fill the world with words? K. Edw. What? doth she swoon? use means for her re

Glo. Clarence, excuse me to the King my brother: (cov'ry.
I'll hence to London on a serious matter.
Ere ye come there, be sure to hear some news.

Cla. What? what?
Glo. Tower, the Tower!

Q. Mar. Oh Ned, sweet Ned! speak to thy mother, boy.
Can'st thou not speak? O traitors, murderers !
They that stabb'à Cæfar shed no blood at all,
Did not offend, and 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 murtherer, 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 Canibals,
How sweet & plant have you untimely cropt!


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