Glo. See how the surly Warwick mans the wall. War. O unbid spite! is sportful Edward come? Where slept our scouts, or how are they seduced, That we could hear no news of his repair? K. Edw. Now, Warwick, wilt thou ope the city gates, Speak gentle words, and humbly bend thy knee? Call Edward, King, and at his hands beg mercy, And he shall pardon thee these outrages. War. Nay, rather, wilt thou draw thy forces hence, Confess who set thee up and plucked thee down? Call Warwick patron, and be penitent, And thou shalt still remain the Duke of York. 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 't is 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, gallant Warwick, do but answer this, Glo. Alas, that Warwick had no more fore cast, But, whiles he thought to steal the single ten, Glo. Come, Warwick, take the time; kneel Nay, when? strike now, or else the iron cools. War. I had rather chop this hand off at a blow, And with the other fling it at thy face, K. Edw. Sail how thou canst, have wind and This hand fast wound about thy coal black hair, Shall, whiles the head is warm and new cut off, Write in the dust this sentence with thy blood: Wind-changing Warwick now can change no more." Enter OXFORD, with drum and colours. War. O cheerful colours! see where Oxford comes! Orf. Oxford, Oxford, for Lancaster! [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 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 bear. K. Edw. The harder matched, 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: [Taking the red rose out of his cap. Look here I throw my infamy at thee: I will not ruinate my father's house, And to my brother turn my blushing cheeks. K. Edw. Now welcome more, and ten times Than if thou never hadst deserved our hate. Glo. Welcome, good Clarence: this is brotherlike. War. O passing traitor, perjured and unjust! K. Edw. What, Warwick, wilt thou leave the town, and fight: Or shall we beat the stones about thine ears? K. Edw. Yes, Warwick, Edward dares, and leads the way. Lords, to the field: Saint George and victory! [March. Exeunt. SCENE II-A Field of Battle near Barnet. Alarums and Excursions. Enter KING EDWARD, bringing in WARWICK wounded. K. Edw. So, lie thou there: die thou, and die our fear; For Warwick was a bug that feared us all.— War. Ah who is nigh? come to me friend or foe, And tell me who is victor, York or Warwick? That I must yield my body to the earth, And kept low shrubs from winter's powerful wind. These eyes, that now are dimmed with death's black veil, Have been as piercing as the mid-day sun Even now forsake me; and of all my lands 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: Even now we heard the news. Ah could'st thou fly! War. Why then I would not fly.—Ah, Montague, If thou be there, sweet brother, take my hand, Som. Ah Warwick, Montague hath breathed his last; And to the latest gasp cried out for Warwick, War. Sweet rest to his soul!-Fly, lords, and save yourselves : For Warwick bids you all farewell, to meet in heaven. [Dies. Oxf. Away, away, to meet the Queen's great power! [Exeunt, bearing off WARWICK's body. SCENE III.-Another part of the Field. Flourish. Enter KING EDWARD in triumph; with CLARENCE, GLOSTER, and the rest. K. Edw. Thus far our fortune keeps an upward course, And we are graced with wreaths of victory. Clar. 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; Glo. The Queen is valued thirty thousand And Somerset with Oxford fled to her. K. Edw. We are advértised by our loving friends That they do hold their course toward Tewkesbury: We, having now the best at Barnet field, SCENE IV.-Plains near Tewkesbury. March. Enter QUEEN MARGARET, PRINCE But cheerly seek how to redress their harms. Whiles, in his moan, the ship splits on the rock, Why, is not Oxford here another anchor: Say you can swim; alas 't is but awhile: Why, courage, then what cannot be avoided, 'T were childish weakness to lament or fear. Prince. Methinks a woman of this valiant spirit He should have leave to go away betimes, Oxf. Women and children of so high a courage; And warriors faint! why 't were perpetual shame. O 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 mocked and wondered at. Q. Mar. Thanks, gentle Somerset; sweet Oxford, thanks. Prince. And take his thanks that yet hath nothing else. Enter a Messenger. Mess. Prepare you, lords; for Edward is at hand, Ready to fight: therefore be resolute. Orf. I thought no less: it is his policy To haste thus fast, to find us unprovided. Som. But he's deceived; we are in readiness. Q. Mar. This cheers my heart, to see your forwardness. Orf. Here pitch our battle; hence we will not budge. March. Enter, at a distance, KING EDWARD, CLARENCE, GLOSTER, and Forces. K. Edw. Brave followers, yonder stands the thorny wood Which, by the Heavens' assistance and your strength, Must by the roots be hewn up yet ere night. Q. Mar. Lords, knights, and gentlemen, My tears gainsay; for every word I speak Is prisoner to the foe; his state usurped, [Exeunt both Armies. 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. K. Edw. Peace, wilful boy, or I will charm your tongue. Clar. Untutored lad, thou art too malapert. Prince. I know my duty; you are all undutiful. Lascivious Edward, and thou perjured George, And thou misshapen 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. Sprawl'st thou? take that, to end thy agony. [Stabs him. Clar. And there's for twitting me with perjury. [Stabs him. [Offers to kill her. K. Edw. Hold, Richard, hold! for we have done too much. Q. Mar. O kill me too! Glo. Marry, and shall. Q. Mar. O Ned, sweet Ned, speak to thy mother, boy! Canst thou not speak?-O traitors! murderers! remorse: But if you ever chance to have a child, 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. Clar. Didst thou not hear me swear I would not do it? Q. Mar. Ay, but thou usest to forswear thyself: "T was sin before, but now 't is charity. What! wilt thou not? Where is that devil's butcher, Hard-favoured Richard? Richard, where art thou? her hence. |