Let him depart before we need his help. Oxf. Women and Children of fo high a Courage, Queen. Thanks, gentle Somerfet, fweet Oxford thanks. Enter a Meffenger. Mef. Prepare you, Lords, for Edward is at hand, Ready to fight; therefore be refolute. Oxf. I thought no lefs; it is his Policy, To hafte thus faft, to find us unprovided. Som. But he's deceiv'd, we are in readiness Queen. This chears my Heart, to fee your forwardness Oxf. Here pitch our Battel, hence we will not budge. March. Enter King Edward, Glocefter, Clarence, and Soldiers. K. Edw. Brave Followers, yonder ftands the thorny Which, by the Heav'ns Affiftance, and your Strength, I need not add more Fuel to your Fire,. For well I wot, ye blaze, to burn them out: Queen. Lords, Knights, and Gentlemen, what I fhould fay, My Tears gain-fay; for every word I fpeak, Ye fee I drink the Water of my Eye: Therefore, no more but this; Henry, your Sovereign, You You fight in Juftice: Then in God's Name, Lords, Alarum, Retreat, Excursions. Enter King Edward, Glocefter, Clarence, &c. The Queen, K. Edw. Now here's a Period of tumultuous Broils. Go bear them hence, I will not hear them fpeak. [Exeunt. Queen. So part we fadly in this troublous World, To meet with Joy in fweet Jerufalem. K. Edw. Is Proclamation made, That who finds Ed ward 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. Being forth the Gallant, let us hear him fpeak; What? can fo young a Thorn begin to prick? Edward, what Satisfaction canft thou make, For bearing Arms, for ftirring up my Subjects, And all the Trouble thou haft turn'd me to? Prince. Speak like a Subject, proud ambitious York. Suppofe that I am now my Father's Mouth, Refign thy Chair, and where I ftand, kneel thou, Whilft I propose the self-fame words to thee, Which, Traitor, thou would't have me anfwer to. Queen. Ah! That thy Father had been fo refolv'd. Glo. That you might still have worn the Petticoat, And ne'er have ftoln the Breech from Lancaster. Prince. Let fop Fable in a Winter's Night, His Currifh Riddles fort not with his place. Glo. By Heaven, Brat, I'll plague ye for that word. Queen. Ay, thou waft born to be a Plague to Men. Gle. For God's fake, take away this captive Scold. Prince. Prince. Nay, take away this fcolding Crook-back, rather, Prince. I know my Duty, you are all undutiful: I am your better, Traitors as ye are. And thou ufurp'ft my Father's Right and mine. [Stabs him. Glo. Sprawl'ft thou? take that, to end thy Agony. [Rich. ftabs him. Clar. And there's for twitting me with Perjury. [Clar. fabs him. [Offers to kill her. Queen. Oh, kill me too! Glo. Marry, and fhall. {K. Edw. Hold, Richard, hold, for we have done too much. Gla. Why fhould the live, to fill the World with words? K. Edw. What? doth the fwoon? ufe Means for her Re covery. Glo. Clarence, excufe me to the King my Brother: I'll hence to London on a ferious Matter, Ere ye come there, be sure to hear fome News. Clar. What? what? Glo. Tower, the Tower. [Exit: Queen. Oh, Ned, fweet Ned, fpeak to thy Mother, Boy. Can't thou not fpeak? O Traitors, Murderers! burft. But But if you ever chance to have a Child, Clar. By Heav'n, I will not do thee fo much Eafe. What, wilt thou not? where is that Devil's Butcher, Richard, K. Edw. Away, I fay, I charge ye bear her hence. K. Edw. Where's Richard gone? Cla. To London all in poft, and as I guess, K. Edw. He's fudden, if a thing comes in his Head. [Exeunt. Enter King Henry, and Glocefter, with the Lieutenant on the Tower Walls. Glo. Good day, my Lord; what at your Book fo hard? K.Henry. Ay, my good Lord; my Lord, I should say rather, 'Tis fin to flatter, Good was little better: Good Glofter, and good Devil, were alike, [Exit Lieutenant. K.Henry. So flies the wreaklefs Shepherd from the Wolf, So firft the harmlefs Flock doth yield his Fleece, And And next his Throat unto the Butcher's Knife. K. Henry. The Bird that hath been limed in a Bufh, Where my poor young was lim'd, was caught and kill'd. And yet, for all his Wings, the Fool was drown'd. Thy Father, Minos, that deny'd our Courfe; But wherefore doft thou come? Is't for my Life? Why then thou art an Executioner. Glo. Thy Son I kill'd for his Prefumption. K.Henry. Hadft thou been kill'd when firft thou didst prefume, Thou hadft not liv'd to kill a Son of mine: And thus I prophefie, that many a thousand, The |