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    <head>DRAMATIS PERSON&AElig;</head>
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      <castItem type="role"><role id="k.-hen.">KING HENRY the Sixth</role></castItem>
      <castItem type="role"><role id="prince.">EDWARD</role><roleDesc>PRINCE OF WALES, his son</roleDesc></castItem>
      <castItem type="role"><role id="k.-lew.">LEWIS XI.</role><roleDesc>KING OF FRANCE</roleDesc></castItem>
      <castItem type="role"><role id="som.">DUKE OF SOMERSET</role></castItem>
      <castItem type="role"><role id="exe.">DUKE OF EXETER</role></castItem>
      <castItem type="role"><role id="oxf.">EARL OF OXFORD</role></castItem>
      <castItem type="role"><role id="north.">EARL OF NORTHUMBERLAND</role></castItem>
      <castItem type="role"><role id="west.">EARL OF WESTMORELAND</role></castItem>
      <castItem type="role"><role id="clif.">LORD CLIFFORD</role></castItem>
      <castGroup><head rend="braced">his sons</head>
        <castItem type="role"><role id="york.">RICHARD PLANTAGENET</role><roleDesc>Duke of York</roleDesc></castItem>
        <castItem type="role"><role id="edw.">EDWARD</role><roleDesc>Earl of March, afterwards King Edward IV</roleDesc></castItem>
        <castItem type="role"><role id="k.-edw.">EDWARD</role><roleDesc>Earl of March, afterwards King Edward IV</roleDesc></castItem>
        <castItem type="role"><role id="rut.">EDMUND</role><roleDesc>Earl of Rutland</roleDesc></castItem>
        <castItem type="role"><role id="geo.">GEORGE</role><roleDesc>afterwards Duke of Clarence</roleDesc></castItem>
        <castItem type="role"><role id="clar.">GEORGE</role><roleDesc>afterwards Duke of Clarence</roleDesc></castItem>
        <castItem type="role"><role id="rich.">RICHARD</role><roleDesc>afterwards Duke of Gloucester</roleDesc></castItem>
        <castItem type="role"><role id="glou.">RICHARD</role><roleDesc>afterwards Duke of Gloucester</roleDesc></castItem>
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      <castItem type="role"><role id="norf.">DUKE OF NORFOLK</role></castItem>
      <castItem type="role"><role id="mont.">MARQUESS OF MONTAGUE</role></castItem>
      <castItem type="role"><role id="war.">EARL OF WARWICK</role></castItem>
      <castItem type="role"><role>EARL OF PEMBROKE</role></castItem>
      <castItem type="role"><role id="hast.">LORD HASTINGS</role></castItem>
      <castItem type="role"><role>LORD STAFFORD</role></castItem>
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        <head rend="braced"> uncles to the Duke of York</head>
        <castItem type="role"><role id="sir-john.">SIR JOHN MORTIMER</role></castItem>
        <castItem type="role"><role>SIR HUGH MORTIMER</role></castItem>
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      <castItem type="role"><role>HENRY</role><roleDesc>Earl of Richmond, a youth</roleDesc></castItem>
      <castItem type="role"><role id="riv.">LORD RIVERS</role><roleDesc>brother to Lady Grey</roleDesc></castItem>
      <castItem type="role"><role>SIR WILLIAM STANLEY</role></castItem>
      <castItem type="role"><role>SIR JOHN MONTGOMERY</role></castItem>
      <castItem type="role"><role>SIR JOHN SOMERVILLE</role></castItem>
      <castItem type="role"><role id="tut.">Tutor to Rutland</role></castItem>
      <castItem type="role"><role id="may.">Mayor of York</role></castItem>
      <castItem type="role"><role id="lieu.">Lieutenant of the Tower</role></castItem>
      <castItem type="role"><role id="nob.">A Nobleman</role></castItem>
      <castItem type="role"><role id="first-keep.">First Keeper</role></castItem>
      <castItem type="role"><role id="sec.-keep.">Second Keeper</role></castItem>
      <castItem type="role"><role id="hunt.">A Huntsman</role></castItem>
      <castItem type="role"><role id="son.">A Son that has killed his father</role></castItem>
      <castItem type="role"><role id="fath.">A Father that has killed his son</role></castItem>
      <castItem type="role"><role id="q.-mar.">QUEEN MARGARET</role></castItem>
      <castItem type="role"><role id="l.-grey.">LADY GREY</role><roleDesc>afterwards Queen to Edward IV</roleDesc></castItem>
      <castItem type="role"><role id="bona.">BONA</role><roleDesc>sister to the French Queen</roleDesc></castItem>
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        <head rend="braced">Minor Characters</head>
        <castItem type="role"><role id="soldiers.">Soldiers</role></castItem>
        <castItem type="role"><role id="sold.">Soldier</role></castItem>
        <castItem type="role"><role>Attendants</role></castItem>
        <castItem type="role"><role id="first-mess.">First Messenger</role></castItem>
        <castItem type="role"><role id="second-mess.">Second  Messenger</role></castItem>
        <castItem type="role"><role id="mess.">Messenger</role></castItem>
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        <castItem type="role"><role id="third-watch.">Third Watchman</role></castItem>
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<head>ACT I</head>
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  <head>SCENE I</head><lb ed="F1" n="2"/>
<stage type="setting">London.  The Parliament-house.</stage>
<lb ed="F1" n="3"/><stage>Alarum.</stage>
<lb ed="F1" n="4"/><stage type="entrance"> Enter the DUKE OF YORK, EDWARD, RICHARD, NORFOLK, MONTAGUE, <lb ed="F1" n="5"/>WARWICK, and Soldiers. </stage>

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="6"/><sp who="war."><speaker>War.</speaker><p>I wonder how the king escaped our hands.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="7"/></p></sp>

<sp who="york."><speaker>York.</speaker><p>While we pursued the horsemen of the north,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="8"/>He slily stole away and left his men:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="9"/>Whereat the great Lord of Northumberland,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="10"/>Whose warlike ears could never brook retreat,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="11"/>Cheer'd up the drooping army; and himself,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="12"/>Lord Clifford and Lord Stafford, all abreast,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="13"/>Charged our main battle's front, and breaking in
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="14"/>Were by the swords of common soldiers slain.
<lb ed="G" n="10"/><lb ed="F1" n="15"/></p></sp>

<sp who="edw."><speaker>Edw.</speaker><p>Lord Stafford's father, Duke of Buckingham,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="16"/>Is either slain or wounded dangerously;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="17"/>I cleft his beaver with a downright blow:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="18"/>That this is true, father, behold his blood.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="19"/></p></sp>

<sp who="mont."><speaker>Mont.</speaker><p>And, brother, here's the Earl of Wiltshire's blood,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="20"/>Whom I encounter'd as the battles join'd.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="21"/></p></sp>

<sp who="rich."><speaker>Rich.</speaker><p>Speak thou for me and tell them what I did.

<stage>Throwing down the Duke of Somerset's head.</stage>

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="22"/></p></sp>

<sp who="york."><speaker>York.</speaker><p>Richard hath best deserved of all my sons.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="23"/>But is your grace dead, my Lord of Somerset?
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="24"/></p></sp>

<sp who="norf."><speaker>Norf.</speaker><p>Such hope have all the line of John of Gaunt!
<lb ed="G" n="20"/><lb ed="F1" n="25"/></p></sp>

<sp who="rich."><speaker>Rich.</speaker><p>Thus do I hope to shake King Henry's head.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="26"/></p></sp>

<sp who="war."><speaker>War.</speaker><p>And so do I. Victorious Prince of York,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="27"/>Before I see thee seated in that throne
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="28"/>Which now the house of Lancaster usurps,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="29"/>I vow by heaven these eyes shall never close.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="30"/>This is the palace of the fearful king,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="31"/>And this the regal seat: possess it, York:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="32"/>For this is thine and not King Henry's heirs'.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="33"/></p></sp>

<sp who="york."><speaker>York.</speaker><p>Assist me, then, sweet Warwick, and I will;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="34"/>For hither we have broken in by force.
<lb ed="G" n="30"/><lb ed="F1" n="35"/></p></sp>

<sp who="norf."><speaker>Norf.</speaker><p>We'll all assist you; he that flies shall die.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="36"/></p></sp>

<sp who="york."><speaker>York.</speaker><p>Thanks, gentle Norfolk: stay by me, my lords;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="37"/>And, soldiers, stay and lodge by me this night.

<lb ed="F1" n="38"/><stage>They go up.</stage>

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="39"/></p></sp>

<sp who="war."><speaker>War.</speaker><p>And when the king comes, offer him no violence,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="40"/>Unless he seek to thrust you out perforce.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="41"/></p></sp>

<sp who="york."><speaker>York.</speaker><p>The Queen this day here holds her parliament,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="42"/>But little thinks we shall be of her council:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="43"/>By words or blows here let us win our right.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="44"/></p></sp>

<sp who="rich."><speaker>Rich.</speaker><p>Arm'd as we are, let's stay within this house.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="45"/></p></sp>

<sp who="war."><speaker>War.</speaker><p>The bloody parliament shall this be call'd,
<lb ed="G" n="40"/><lb ed="F1" n="46"/>Unless Plantagenet, Duke of York, be king,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="47"/>And bashful Henry deposed, whose cowardice
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="48"/>Hath made us by-words to our enemies.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="49"/></p></sp>

<sp who="york."><speaker>York.</speaker><p>Then leave me not, my lords; be resolute;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="50"/>I mean to take possession of my right.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="51"/></p></sp>

<sp who="war."><speaker>War.</speaker><p>Neither the king, nor he that loves him best,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="52"/>The proudest he that holds up Lancaster,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="53"/>Dares stir a wing, if Warwick shake his bells.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="54"/>I'll plant Plantagenet, root him up who dares:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="55"/>Resolve thee, Richard; claim the English crown.
<lb ed="F1" n="56"/><stage type="entrance">Flourish. Enter KING HENRY, CLIFFORD,
NORTHUMBERLAND, <lb ed="F1" n="57"/>WESTMORELAND, EXETER, and the rest.</stage>
<lb ed="G" n="50"/><lb ed="F1" n="58"/></p></sp>

<sp who="k.-hen."><speaker>K. Hen.</speaker><p>My lords, look where the sturdy rebel sits,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="59"/>Even in the chair of state: belike he means,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="60"/>Back'd by the power of Warwick, that false peer,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="61"/>To aspire unto the crown and reign as king.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="62"/>Earl of Northumberland, he slew thy father,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="63"/>And thine, Lord Clifford; and you both have vow'd revenge
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="64"/>On him, his sons, his favourites and his friends.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="65"/></p></sp>

<sp who="north."><speaker>North.</speaker><p>If I be not, heavens be revenged on me!
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="66"/></p></sp>

<sp who="clif."><speaker>Clif.</speaker><p>The hope thereof makes Clifford mourn in <lb ed="F1" n="67"/>steel.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="68"/></p></sp>

<sp who="west."><speaker>West.</speaker><p>What, shall we suffer this? let's pluck him down.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="69"/>My heart for anger burns; I cannot brook it.
<lb ed="G" n="61"/><lb ed="F1" n="70"/></p></sp>

<sp who="k.-hen."><speaker>K. Hen.</speaker><p>Be patient, gentle Earl of Westmoreland.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="71"/></p></sp>

<sp who="clif."><speaker>Clif.</speaker><p>Patience is for poltroons, such as he:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="72"/>He durst not sit there, had your father lived.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="73"/>My gracious lord, here in the parliament
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="74"/>Let us assail the family of York.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="75"/></p></sp>

<sp who="north."><speaker>North.</speaker><p>Well hast thou spoken, cousin: be it so.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="76"/></p></sp>

<sp who="k.-hen."><speaker>K. Hen.</speaker><p>Ah, know you not the city favours them,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="77"/>And they have troops of soldiers at their beck?
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="78"/></p></sp>

<sp who="exe."><speaker>Exe.</speaker><p>But when the duke is slain, they'll quickly <lb ed="F1" n="79"/>fly.
<lb ed="G" n="70"/><lb ed="F1" n="80"/></p></sp>

<sp who="k.-hen."><speaker>K. Hen.</speaker><p>Far be the thought of this from Henry's heart.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="81"/>To make a shambles of the parliament-house!
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="82"/>Cousin of Exeter, frowns, words and threats
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="83"/>Shall be the war that Henry means to use.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="84"/>Thou factious Duke of York, descend my throne,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="85"/>And kneel for grace and mercy at my feet;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="86"/>I am thy sovereign.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="87"/></p></sp>

<sp who="york."><speaker>York.</speaker><p>I am thine.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="88"/></p></sp>

<sp who="exe."><speaker>Exe.</speaker><p>For shame, come down: he made thee Duke of <lb ed="F1" n="89"/>York.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="90"/></p></sp>

<sp who="york."><speaker>York.</speaker><p>'Twas my inheritance, as the earldom was.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="91"/></p></sp>

<sp who="exe."><speaker>Exe.</speaker><p>Thy father was a traitor to the crown.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="92"/></p></sp>

<sp who="war."><speaker>War.</speaker><p>Exeter, thou art a traitor to the crown
<lb ed="G" n="81"/><lb ed="F1" n="93"/>In following this usurping Henry.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="94"/></p></sp>

<sp who="clif."><speaker>Clif.</speaker><p>Whom should he follow but his natural <lb ed="F1" n="95"/>king?
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="96"/></p></sp>

<sp who="war."><speaker>War.</speaker><p>True, Clifford; and that's Richard Duke of York.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="97"/></p></sp>

<sp who="k.-hen."><speaker>K. Hen.</speaker><p>And shall I stand, and thou sit in my throne?
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="98"/></p></sp>

<sp who="york."><speaker>York.</speaker><p>It must and shall be so: content thyself.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="99"/></p></sp>

<sp who="war."><speaker>War.</speaker><p>Be Duke of Lancaster; let him be king.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="100"/></p></sp>

<sp who="west."><speaker>West.</speaker><p>He is both king and Duke of Lancaster;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="101"/>And that the Lord of Westmoreland shall maintain.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="102"/></p></sp>

<sp who="war."><speaker>War.</speaker><p>And Warwick shall disprove it. You forget
<lb ed="G" n="90"/><lb ed="F1" n="103"/>That we are those which chased you from the field
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="104"/>And slew your fathers, and with colours spread
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="105"/>March'd through the city to the palace gates.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="106"/></p></sp>

<sp who="north."><speaker>North.</speaker><p>Yes, Warwick, I remember it to my grief;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="107"/>And, by his soul, thou and thy house shall rue it.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="108"/></p></sp>

<sp who="west."><speaker>West.</speaker><p>Plantagenet, of thee and these thy sons,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="109"/>Thy kinsmen and thy friends, I'll have more lives
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="110"/>Than drops of blood were in my father's veins.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="111"/></p></sp>

<sp who="clif."><speaker>Clif.</speaker><p>Urge it no more; lest that, instead of words,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="112"/>I send thee, Warwick, such a messenger
<lb ed="G" n="100"/><lb ed="F1" n="113"/>As shall revenge his death before I stir.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="114"/></p></sp>

<sp who="war."><speaker>War.</speaker><p>Poor Clifford! how I scorn his worthless <lb ed="F1" n="115"/>threats!
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="116"/></p></sp>

<sp who="york."><speaker>York.</speaker><p>Will you we show our title to the crown?
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="117"/>If not, our swords shall plead it in the field.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="118"/></p></sp>

<sp who="k.-hen."><speaker>K. Hen.</speaker><p>What title hast thou, traitor, to the crown?
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="119"/>Thy father was, as thou art, Duke of York;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="120"/>Thy grandfather, Roger Mortimer, Earl of March:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="121"/>I am the son of Henry the Fifth,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="122"/>Who made the Dauphin and the French to stoop
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="123"/>And seized upon their towns and provinces.
<lb ed="G" n="110"/><lb ed="F1" n="124"/></p></sp>

<sp who="war."><speaker>War.</speaker><p>Talk not of France, sith thou hast lost it all.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="125"/></p></sp>

<sp who="k.-hen."><speaker>K. Hen.</speaker><p>The lord protector lost it, and not I:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="126"/>When I was crown'd I was but nine months old.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="127"/></p></sp>

<sp who="rich."><speaker>Rich.</speaker><p>You are old enough now, <lb ed="F1" n="128"/>and yet, methinks, you lose.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="129"/>Father, tear the crown from the usurper's head.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="130"/></p></sp>

<sp who="edw."><speaker>Edw.</speaker><p>Sweet father, do so; set it on your head.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="131"/></p></sp>

<sp who="mont."><speaker>Mont.</speaker><p>Good brother, <lb ed="F1" n="132"/>as thou lovest and honourest arms,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="133"/>Let's fight it out and not stand cavilling thus.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="134"/></p></sp>

<sp who="rich."><speaker>Rich.</speaker><p>Sound drums and trumpets, and the <lb ed="F1" n="135"/>king will fly.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="136"/></p></sp>

<sp who="york."><speaker>York.</speaker><p>Sons, peace!
<lb ed="G" n="120"/><lb ed="F1" n="137"/></p></sp>

<sp who="k.-hen."><speaker>K. Hen.</speaker><p>Peace, thou! and give King Henry leave to <lb ed="F1" n="138"/>speak.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="139"/></p></sp>

<sp who="war."><speaker>War.</speaker><p>Plantagenet shall speak first: hear him, lords;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="140"/>And be you silent and attentive too,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="141"/>For he that interrupts him shall not live.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="142"/></p></sp>

<sp who="k.-hen."><speaker>K. Hen.</speaker><p>Think'st thou that I will leave my kingly throne,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="143"/>Wherein my grandsire and my father sat?
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="144"/>No: first shall war unpeople this my realm;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="145"/>Ay, and their colours, often borne in France,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="146"/>And now in England to our heart's great sorrow,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="147"/>Shall be my winding-sheet. Why faint you, lords?
<lb ed="G" n="130"/><lb ed="F1" n="148"/>My title's good, and better far than his.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="149"/></p></sp>

<sp who="war."><speaker>War.</speaker><p>Prove it, Henry, and thou shalt be king.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="150"/></p></sp>

<sp who="k.-hen."><speaker>K. Hen.</speaker><p>Henry the Fourth by conquest got the crown.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="151"/></p></sp>

<sp who="york."><speaker>York.</speaker><p>'Twas by rebellion against his king.
</p></sp>
  
<sp who="k.-hen."><speaker>K. Hen.</speaker><p>
 <stage>[Aside]</stage>
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="152"/>I know not what to say: my title's weak.--
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="153"/>Tell me, may not a king adopt an heir?
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="154"/></p></sp>

<sp who="york."><speaker>York.</speaker><p>What then?
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="155"/></p></sp>

<sp who="k.-hen."><speaker>K. Hen.</speaker><p>An if he may. then am I lawful king;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="156"/>For Richard, in the view of many lords,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="157"/>Resign'd the crown to Henry the Fourth,
<lb ed="G" n="140"/><lb ed="F1" n="158"/>Whose heir my father was, and I am his.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="159"/></p></sp>

<sp who="york."><speaker>York.</speaker><p>He rose against him, being his sovereign,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="160"/>And made him to resign his crown perforce.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="161"/></p></sp>

<sp who="war."><speaker>War.</speaker><p>Suppose, my lords, he did it unconstrain'd,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="162"/>Think you 'twere prejudicial to his crown?
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="163"/></p></sp>

<sp who="exe."><speaker>Exe.</speaker><p>No; for he could not so resign his crown
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="164"/>But that the next heir should succeed and reign.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="165"/></p></sp>

<sp who="k.-hen."><speaker>K. Hen.</speaker><p>Art thou against us, Duke of Exeter?
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="166"/></p></sp>

<sp who="exe."><speaker>Exe.</speaker><p>His is the right, and therefore pardon me.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="167"/></p></sp>

<sp who="york."><speaker>York.</speaker><p>Why whisper you, my lords, and answer not?
<lb ed="G" n="150"/><lb ed="F1" n="168"/></p></sp>

<sp who="exe."><speaker>Exe.</speaker><p>My conscience tells me he is lawful king.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="169"/></p></sp>

<sp who="k.-hen."><speaker>K. Hen.</speaker><p><stage>[Aside]</stage>All will revolt from me, and turn to him.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="170"/></p></sp>

<sp who="north."><speaker>North.</speaker><p>Plantagenet, for all the claim thou lay'st,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="171"/>Think not that Henry shall be so deposed.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="172"/></p></sp>

<sp who="war."><speaker>War.</speaker><p>Deposed he shall be, in despite of all.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="173"/></p></sp>

<sp who="north."><speaker>North.</speaker><p>Thou art deceived: <lb ed="F1" n="174"/>'tis not thy southern power,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="175"/>Of Essex, Norfolk, Suffolk, nor of Kent,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="176"/>Which makes thee thus presumptuous and proud,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="177"/>Can set the duke up in despite of me.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="178"/></p></sp>

<sp who="clif."><speaker>Clif.</speaker><p>King Henry, be thy title right or wrong,
<lb ed="G" n="160"/><lb ed="F1" n="179"/>Lord Clifford vows to fight in thy defence:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="180"/>May that ground gape and swallow me alive,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="181"/>Where I shall kneel to him that slew my father!
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="182"/></p></sp>

<sp who="k.-hen."><speaker>K. Hen.</speaker><p>O Clifford, how thy words revive my heart!
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="183"/></p></sp>

<sp who="york."><speaker>York.</speaker><p>Henry of Lancaster, resign thy crown.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="184"/>What mutter you, or what conspire you, lords?
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="185"/></p></sp>

<sp who="war."><speaker>War.</speaker><p>Do right unto this princely Duke of York,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="186"/>Or I will fill the house with armed men,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="187"/>And over the chair of state, where now he sits,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="188"/>Write up his title with usurping blood.
<lb ed="F1" n="189"/><stage>He stamps with his foot, and the Soldiers <lb ed="F1" n="190"/>show themselves.</stage>
<lb ed="G" n="170"/><lb ed="F1" n="191"/></p></sp>

<sp who="k.-hen."><speaker>K. Hen.</speaker><p>My Lord of Warwick, hear me but one word:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="192"/>Let me for this my life-time reign as king.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="193"/></p></sp>

<sp who="york."><speaker>York.</speaker><p>Confirm the crown to me and to mine heirs,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="194"/>And thou shalt reign in quiet while thou livest.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="195"/></p></sp>

<sp who="k.-hen."><speaker>K. Hen.</speaker><p>I am content: Richard Plantagenet,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="196"/>Enjoy the kingdom after my decease.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="197"/></p></sp>

<sp who="clif."><speaker>Clif.</speaker><p>What wrong is this unto the prince your <lb ed="F1" n="198"/>son!
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="199"/></p></sp>

<sp who="war."><speaker>War.</speaker><p>What good is this to England and himself!
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="200"/></p></sp>

<sp who="west."><speaker>West.</speaker><p>Base, fearful and despairing Henry!
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="201"/></p></sp>

<sp who="clif."><speaker>Clif.</speaker><p>How hast thou injured both thyself and us!
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="202"/></p></sp>

<sp who="west."><speaker>West.</speaker><p>I cannot stay to hear these articles.
<lb ed="G" n="181"/><lb ed="F1" n="203"/></p></sp>

<sp who="north."><speaker>North.</speaker><p>Nor I.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="204"/></p></sp>

<sp who="clif."><speaker>Clif.</speaker><p>Come, cousin, let us tell the queen these <lb ed="F1" n="205"/>news.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="206"/></p></sp>

<sp who="west."><speaker>West.</speaker><p>Farewell, faint-hearted and degenerate king,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="207"/>In whose cold blood no spark of honour bides.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="208"/></p></sp>

<sp who="north."><speaker>North.</speaker><p>Be thou a prey unto the house of York,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="209"/>And die in bands for this unmanly deed!
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="210"/></p></sp>

<sp who="clif."><speaker>Clif.</speaker><p>In dreadful war mayst thou be overcome,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="211"/>Or live in peace abandon'd and despised!

<stage type="exit">Exeunt North, Clif., and West.</stage>

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="212"/></p></sp>

<sp who="war."><speaker>War.</speaker><p>Turn this way, Henry, and regard them not.
<lb ed="G" n="190"/><lb ed="F1" n="213"/></p></sp>

<sp who="exe."><speaker>Exe.</speaker><p>They seek revenge and therefore will not <lb ed="F1" n="214"/>yield.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="215"/></p></sp>

<sp who="k.-hen."><speaker>K. Hen.</speaker><p>Ah, Exeter!
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="216"/></p></sp>

<sp who="war."><speaker>War.</speaker><p>Why should you sigh, my lord?
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="217"/></p></sp>

<sp who="k.-hen."><speaker>K. Hen.</speaker><p>Not for myself, Lord Warwick, but my son,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="218"/>Whom I unnaturally shall disinherit.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="219"/>But be it as it may: I here entail
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="220"/>The crown to thee and to thine heirs for ever;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="221"/>Conditionally, that here thou take an oath
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="222"/>To cease this civil war, and, whilst I live,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="223"/>To honour me as thy king and sovereign,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="224"/>And neither by treason nor hostility
<lb ed="G" n="200"/><lb ed="F1" n="225"/>To seek to put me down and reign thyself.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="226"/></p></sp>

<sp who="york."><speaker>York.</speaker><p>This oath I willingly take and will perform.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="227"/></p></sp>

<sp who="war."><speaker>War.</speaker><p>Long live King Henry! Plantagenet, embrace <lb ed="F1" n="228"/>him.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="229"/></p></sp>

<sp who="k.-hen."><speaker>K. Hen.</speaker><p>And long live thou and these thy forward <lb ed="F1" n="230"/>sons!
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="231"/></p></sp>

<sp who="york."><speaker>York.</speaker><p>Now York and Lancaster are reconciled.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="232"/></p></sp>

<sp who="exe."><speaker>Exe.</speaker><p>Accursed be he that seeks to make them foes!
<lb ed="F1" n="233"/><stage>Sennet. Here they come down.</stage>

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="234"/></p></sp>

<sp who="york."><speaker>York.</speaker><p>Farewell, my gracious lord; I'll to my castle.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="235"/></p></sp>

<sp who="war."><speaker>War.</speaker><p>And I'll keep London with my soldiers.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="236"/></p></sp>

<sp who="norf."><speaker>Norf.</speaker><p>And I to Norfolk with my followers.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="237"/></p></sp>

<sp who="mont."><speaker>Mont.</speaker><p>And I unto the sea from whence I came.

<stage type="exit">Exeunt York and his Sons, Warwick, Norfolk, Montague, their Soldiers, and Attendants.</stage>
<lb ed="G" n="210"/><lb ed="F1" n="238"/></p></sp>

<sp who="k.-hen."><speaker>K. Hen.</speaker><p>And I, with grief and sorrow, to the court.
<lb ed="F1" n="239"/><stage type="entrance">Enter QUEEN MARGARET and the PRINCE OF
WALES.</stage>
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="240"/></p></sp>

<sp who="exe."><speaker>Exe.</speaker><p>Here comes the queen, <lb ed="F1" n="241"/>whose looks bewray her anger:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="242"/>I'll steal away.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="243"/></p></sp>

<sp who="k.-hen."><speaker>K. Hen.</speaker><p>Exeter, so will I.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="244"/></p></sp>

<sp who="q.-mar."><speaker>Q. Mar.</speaker><p>Nay, go not from me; I will follow thee.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="245"/></p></sp>

<sp who="k.-hen."><speaker>K. Hen.</speaker><p>Be patient, gentle queen, and I will stay.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="246"/></p></sp>

<sp who="q.-mar."><speaker>Q. Mar.</speaker><p>Who can be patient in such extremes?
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="247"/>Ah, wretched man! would I had died a maid,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="248"/>And never seen thee, never borne thee son,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="249"/>Seeing thou hast proved so unnatural a father!
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="250"/>Hath he deserved to lose his birthright thus?
<lb ed="G" n="220"/><lb ed="F1" n="251"/>Hadst thou but loved him half so well as I,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="252"/>Or felt that pain which I did for him once,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="253"/>Or nourish'd him as I did with my blood,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="254"/>Thou wouldst have left thy dearest heart-blood there,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="255"/>Rather than have made that savage duke thine heir
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="256"/>And disinherited thine only son.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="257"/></p></sp>

<sp who="prince."><speaker>Prince.</speaker><p>Father, you cannot disinherit me:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="258"/>If you be king, why should not I succeed?
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="259"/></p></sp>

<sp who="k.-hen."><speaker>K. Hen.</speaker><p>Pardon me, Margaret; pardon me, sweet son:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="260"/>The Earl of Warwick and the duke enforced me.
<lb ed="G" n="230"/><lb ed="F1" n="261"/></p></sp>

<sp who="q.-mar."><speaker>Q. Mar.</speaker><p>Enforced thee! art thou king, and wilt be forced?
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="262"/>I shame to hear thee speak. Ah, timorous wretch!
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="263"/>Thou hast undone thyself, thy son and me;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="264"/>And given unto the house of York such head
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="265"/>As thou shalt reign but by their sufferance.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="266"/>To entail him and his heirs unto the crown,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="267"/>What is it, but to make thy sepulchre
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="268"/>And creep into it far before thy time?
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="269"/>Warwick is chancellor and the lord of Calais;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="270"/>Stern Falconbridge commands the narrow seas;
<lb ed="G" n="240"/><lb ed="F1" n="271"/>The duke is made protector of the realm;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="272"/>And yet thou shalt be safe? such safety finds
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="273"/>The trembling lamb environed with wolves.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="274"/>Had I been there, which am a silly woman,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="275"/>The soldiers should have toss'd me on their pikes
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="276"/>Before I would have granted to that act.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="277"/>But thou preferr'st thy life before thine honour:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="278"/>And seeing thou dost, I here divorce myself
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="279"/>Both from thy table, Henry, and thy bed,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="280"/>Until that act of parliament be repeal'd
<lb ed="G" n="250"/><lb ed="F1" n="281"/>Whereby my son is disinherited.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="282"/>The northern lords that have forsworn thy colours
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="283"/>Will follow mine, if once they see them spread;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="284"/>And spread they shall be, to thy foul disgrace
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="285"/>And utter ruin of the house of York.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="286"/>Thus do I leave thee. Come, son, let's away;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="287"/>Our army is ready; come, we'll after them.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="288"/></p></sp>

<sp who="k.-hen."><speaker>K. Hen.</speaker><p>Stay, gentle Margaret, and hear me speak.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="289"/></p></sp>

<sp who="q.-mar."><speaker>Q. Mar.</speaker><p>Thou hast spoke too much already: get thee <lb ed="F1" n="290"/>gone.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="291"/></p></sp>

<sp who="k.-hen."><speaker>K. Hen.</speaker><p>Gentle son Edward, thou wilt stay with me?
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="292"/></p></sp>

<sp who="q.-mar."><speaker>Q. Mar.</speaker><p>Ay, to be murder'd by his enemies.
<lb ed="G" n="261"/><lb ed="F1" n="293"/></p></sp>

<sp who="prince."><speaker>Prince.</speaker><p>When I return with victory from the field
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="294"/>I'll see your grace: till then I'll follow her.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="295"/></p></sp>

<sp who="q.-mar."><speaker>Q. Mar.</speaker><p>Come, son, away; we may not linger thus.

<stage type="exit">Exeunt Queen Margaret and the Prince.</stage>

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="296"/></p></sp>

<sp who="k.-hen."><speaker>K. Hen.</speaker><p>Poor queen! <lb ed="F1" n="297"/>how love to me and to her son
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="298"/>Hath made her break out into terms of rage!
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="299"/>Revenged may she be on that hateful duke,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="300"/>Whose haughty spirit, winged with desire,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="301"/>Will cost my crown, and like an empty eagle
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="302"/>Tire on the flesh of me and of my son!
<lb ed="G" n="270"/><lb ed="F1" n="303"/>The loss of those three lords torments my heart:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="304"/>I'll write unto them and entreat them fair.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="305"/>Come, cousin, you shall be the messenger.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="306"/></p></sp>

<sp who="exe."><speaker>Exe.</speaker><p>And I, I hope, shall reconcile them all.

<stage type="exit">Exeunt.</stage>
</p></sp>
</div2>
<div2 type="scene" n="2">
<head>SCENE II</head>
<stage type="setting">Sandal Castle.</stage>
<lb ed="F1" n="307"/><stage type="entrance"> Enter RICHARD, EDWARD, and <lb ed="F1" n="308"/>MONTAGUE.</stage>
  
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="309"/><sp who="rich."><speaker>Rich.</speaker><p>Brother, though I be youngest, give me <lb ed="F1" n="310"/>leave.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="311"/></p></sp>

<sp who="edw."><speaker>Edw.</speaker><p>No, I can better play the orator.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="312"/></p></sp>

<sp who="mont."><speaker>Mont.</speaker><p>But I have reasons strong and forcible.
<lb ed="F1" n="313"/><stage type="entrance">          Enter the DUKE OF YORK.</stage>
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="314"/></p></sp>

<sp who="york."><speaker>York.</speaker><p>Why, how now, sons and brother! at a strife?
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="315"/>What is your quarrel? how began it first?
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="316"/></p></sp>

<sp who="edw."><speaker>Edw.</speaker><p>No quarrel, but a slight contention.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="317"/></p></sp>

<sp who="york."><speaker>York.</speaker><p>About what?
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="318"/></p></sp>

<sp who="rich."><speaker>Rich.</speaker><p>About that which concerns your grace and us;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="319"/>The crown of England, father, which is yours.
<lb ed="G" n="10"/><lb ed="F1" n="320"/></p></sp>

<sp who="york."><speaker>York.</speaker><p>Mine, boy? not till King Henry be dead.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="321"/></p></sp>

<sp who="rich."><speaker>Rich.</speaker><p>Your right depends not on his life or death.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="322"/></p></sp>

<sp who="edw."><speaker>Edw.</speaker><p>Now you are heir, therefore enjoy it now:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="323"/>By giving the house of Lancaster leave to breathe,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="324"/>It will outrun you, father, in the end.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="325"/></p></sp>

<sp who="york."><speaker>York.</speaker><p>I took an oath that he should quietly <lb ed="F1" n="326"/>reign.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="327"/></p></sp>

<sp who="edw."><speaker>Edw.</speaker><p>But for a kingdom any oath may be broken:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="328"/>I would break a thousand oaths to reign one year.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="329"/></p></sp>

<sp who="rich."><speaker>Rich.</speaker><p>No; God forbid your grace should be <lb ed="F1" n="330"/>forsworn.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="331"/></p></sp>

<sp who="york."><speaker>York.</speaker><p>I shall be, if I claim by open war.
<lb ed="G" n="20"/><lb ed="F1" n="332"/></p></sp>

<sp who="rich."><speaker>Rich.</speaker><p>I'll prove the contrary, if you'll hear me <lb ed="F1" n="333"/>speak.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="334"/></p></sp>

<sp who="york."><speaker>York.</speaker><p>Thou canst not, son; it is impossible.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="335"/></p></sp>

<sp who="rich."><speaker>Rich.</speaker><p>An oath is of no moment, being not took
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="336"/>Before a true and lawful magistrate,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="337"/>That hath authority over him that swears:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="338"/>Henry had none, but did usurp the place;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="339"/>Then, seeing 'twas he that made you to depose,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="340"/>Your oath, my lord, is vain and frivolous.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="341"/>Therefore, to arms! And, father, do but think
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="342"/>How sweet a thing it is to wear a crown;
<lb ed="G" n="30"/><lb ed="F1" n="343"/>Within whose circuit is Elysium
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="344"/>And all that poets feign of bliss and joy.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="345"/>Why do we linger thus? I cannot rest
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="346"/>Until the white rose that I wear be dyed
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="347"/>Even in the lukewarm blood of Henry's heart.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="348"/></p></sp>

<sp who="york."><speaker>York.</speaker><p>Richard, enough; I will be king, or die.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="349"/>Brother, thou shalt to London presently,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="350"/>And whet on Warwick to this enterprise.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="351"/>Thou, Richard, shalt to the Duke of Norfolk,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="352"/>And tell him privily of our intent.
<lb ed="G" n="40"/><lb ed="F1" n="353"/>You, Edward, shall unto my Lord Cobham,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="354"/>With whom the Kentishmen will willingly rise:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="355"/>In them I trust; for they are soldiers,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="356"/>Witty, courteous, liberal, full of spirit.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="357"/>While you are thus employ'd. what resteth more,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="358"/>But that I seek occasion how to rise,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="359"/>And yet the king not privy to my drift,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="360"/>Nor any of the house of Lancaster?
<lb ed="F1" n="361"/><stage type="entrance">               Enter a Messenger.</stage>
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="362"/>But, stay: what news?   Why comest thou in such <lb ed="F1" n="363"/>post?
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="364"/></p></sp>

<sp who="mess."><speaker>Mess.</speaker><p>The queen <lb ed="F1" n="365"/>with all the northern earls and lords
<lb ed="G" n="50"/><lb ed="F1" n="366"/>Intend her to besiege you in your castle:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="367"/>She is hard by with twenty thousand men;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="368"/>And therefore fortify your hold, my lord.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="369"/></p></sp>

<sp who="york."><speaker>York.</speaker><p>Ay, with my sword. <lb ed="F1" n="370"/>What! think'st thou that we fear them?
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="371"/>Edward and Richard, you shall stay with me;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="372"/>My brother Montague shall post to London:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="373"/>Let noble Warwick, Cobham, and the rest,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="374"/>Whom we have left protectors of the king,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="375"/>With powerful policy strengthen themselves,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="376"/>And trust not simple Henry nor his oaths.
<lb ed="G" n="60"/><lb ed="F1" n="377"/></p></sp>

<sp who="mont."><speaker>Mont.</speaker><p>Brother, I go; I'll win them, fear it not;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="378"/>And thus most humbly I do take my leave.
<lb ed="F1" n="379"/><stage type="exit">Exit.</stage>
<lb ed="F1" n="380"/><stage type="entrance"> Enter SIR JOHN MORTIMER and SIR HUGH MORTIMER.</stage>
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="381"/></p></sp>

<sp who="york."><speaker>York.</speaker><p>Sir John and Sir Hugh Mortimer, mine uncles,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="382"/>You are come to Sandal in a happy hour;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="383"/>The army of the queen mean to besiege us.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="384"/></p></sp>

<sp who="sir-john."><speaker>Sir John.</speaker><p>She shall not need; we'll meet her in the <lb ed="F1" n="385"/>field.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="386"/></p></sp>

<sp who="york."><speaker>York.</speaker><p>What, with five thousand men?
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="387"/></p></sp>

<sp who="rich."><speaker>Rich.</speaker><p>Ay, with five hundred, father, for a need:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="388"/>A woman's general; what should we fear?
<lb ed="F1" n="389"/><stage>A march afar of.</stage>

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="390"/></p></sp>

<sp who="edw."><speaker>Edw.</speaker><p>I hear their drums: <lb ed="F1" n="391"/>let's set our men in order,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="392"/>And issue forth and bid them battle straight.
<lb ed="G" n="71"/><lb ed="F1" n="393"/></p></sp>

<sp who="york."><speaker>York.</speaker><p>Five men to twenty! though the odds be great,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="394"/>I doubt not, uncle, of our victory.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="395"/>Many a battle have I won in France,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="396"/>When as the enemy hath been ten to one:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="397"/>Why should I not now have the like success?
<lb ed="F1" n="398"/><stage type="exit">Alarum. Exeunt.</stage>
</p></sp>
</div2>
<div2 type="scene" n="3">
<head>SCENE III</head>
<stage type="setting">Field of battle betwixt Sandal Castle and Wakefield.</stage>
<lb ed="F1" n="399"/><stage type="entrance"> Alarums. Enter RUTLAND and his Tutor. </stage>
  
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="400"/><sp who="rut."><speaker>Rut.</speaker><p>Ah, whither shall I fly to 'scape their hands?
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="401"/>Ah, tutor, look where bloody Clifford comes!
<lb ed="F1" n="402"/><stage type="entrance">Enter CLIFFORD and Soldiers.</stage>
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="403"/></p></sp>

<sp who="clif."><speaker>Clif.</speaker><p>Chaplain, away! thy priesthood saves thy life.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="404"/>As for the brat of this accursed duke,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="405"/>Whose father slew my father, he shall die.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="406"/></p></sp>

<sp who="tut."><speaker>Tut.</speaker><p>And I, my lord, will bear him company.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="407"/></p></sp>

<sp who="clif."><speaker>Clif.</speaker><p>Soldiers, away with him!
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="408"/></p></sp>

<sp who="tut."><speaker>Tut.</speaker><p>Ah, Clifford, murder not this innocent child,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="409"/>Lest thou be hated both of God and man!

<stage type="exit">Exit, dragged off by Soldiers.</stage>

<lb ed="G" n="10"/><lb ed="F1" n="410"/></p></sp>

<sp who="clif."><speaker>Clif.</speaker><p>How now! is he dead already? <lb ed="F1" n="411"/>or is it fear
<lb ed="G"/>That makes him close his eyes?   <lb ed="F1" n="412"/>I'll open them.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="413"/></p></sp>

<sp who="rut."><speaker>Rut.</speaker><p>So looks the pent-up lion o'er the wretch
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="414"/>That trembles under his devouring paws;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="415"/>And so he walks, insulting o'er his prey,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="416"/>And so he comes, to rend his limbs asunder.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="417"/>Ah, gentle Clifford, kill me with thy sword,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="418"/>And not with such a cruel threatening look.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="419"/>Sweet Clifford, hear me speak before I die.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="420"/>I am too mean a subject for thy wrath:
<lb ed="G" n="20"/><lb ed="F1" n="421"/>Be thou revenged on men, and let me live.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="422"/></p></sp>

<sp who="clif."><speaker>Clif.</speaker><p>In vain thou speak'st, poor boy; <lb ed="F1" n="423"/>my father's blood
<lb ed="G"/>Hath stopp'd the passage <lb ed="F1" n="424"/>where thy words should enter.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="425"/></p></sp>

<sp who="rut."><speaker>Rut.</speaker><p>Then let my father's blood open it again:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="426"/>He is a man, and, Clifford, cope with him.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="427"/></p></sp>

<sp who="clif."><speaker>Clif.</speaker><p>Had I thy brethren here, their lives and thine
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="428"/>Were not revenge sufficient for me;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="429"/>No, if I digg'd up thy forefathers' graves
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="430"/>And hung their rotten coffins up in chains,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="431"/>It could not slake mine ire, nor ease my heart.
<lb ed="G" n="30"/><lb ed="F1" n="432"/>The sight of any of the house of York
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="433"/>Is as a fury to torment my soul;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="434"/>And till I root out their accursed line
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="435"/>And leave not one alive, I live in hell.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="436"/>Therefore--
<stage>Lifting his hand.</stage>

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="437"/></p></sp>

<sp who="rut."><speaker>Rut.</speaker><p>O, let me pray before I take my death!
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="438"/>To thee I pray; sweet Clifford, pity me!
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="439"/></p></sp>

<sp who="clif."><speaker>Clif.</speaker><p>Such pity as my rapier's point affords.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="440"/></p></sp>

<sp who="rut."><speaker>Rut.</speaker><p>I never did thee harm: why wilt thou slay <lb ed="F1" n="441"/>me?
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="442"/></p></sp>

<sp who="clif."><speaker>Clif.</speaker><p>Thy father hath.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="443"/></p></sp>

<sp who="rut."><speaker>Rut.</speaker><p>But 'twas ere I was born.
<lb ed="G" n="40"/><lb ed="F1" n="444"/>Thou hast one son; for his sake pity me,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="445"/>Lest in revenge thereof, sith God is just,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="446"/>He be as miserably slain as I.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="447"/>Ah, let me live in prison all my days;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="448"/>And when I give occasion of offence,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="449"/>Then let me die, for now thou hast no cause.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="450"/></p></sp>

<sp who="clif."><speaker>Clif.</speaker><p>No cause!
<lb ed="G"/>Thy father slew my father; therefore <lb ed="F1" n="451"/>die.

<stage>Stabs him.</stage>

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="452"/></p></sp>

<sp who="rut."><speaker>Rut.</speaker><p>Di faciant laudis summa sit ista tu&aelig;!

<stage>Dies.</stage>

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="453"/></p></sp>

<sp who="clif."><speaker>Clif.</speaker><p>Plantagenet! I come, Plantagenet!
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="454"/>And this thy son's blood cleaving to my blade
<lb ed="G" n="51"/><lb ed="F1" n="455"/>Shall rust upon my weapon, till thy blood,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="456"/>Congeal'd with this, do make me wipe off both.

<stage type="exit">[Exit.</stage>
</p></sp>
</div2>
<div2 type="scene" n="4">
<head>SCENE IV</head>
<stage type="setting">Another part of the field.</stage>
<lb ed="F1" n="457"/><stage type="entrance"> Alarum. Enter RICHARD, Duke of York. </stage>
  
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="458"/><sp who="york."><speaker>York.</speaker><p>The army of the queen hath got the field:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="459"/>My uncles both are slain in rescuing me;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="460"/>And all my followers to the eager foe
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="461"/>Turn back and fly, like ships before the wind
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="462"/>Or lambs pursued by hunger-starved wolves.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="463"/>My sons, God knows what hath bechanced them:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="464"/>But this I know, they have demean'd themselves
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="465"/>Like men born to renown by life or death.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="466"/>Three times did Richard make a lane to me,
<lb ed="G" n="10"/><lb ed="F1" n="467"/>And thrice cried 'Courage, father! fight it out!'
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="468"/>And full as oft came Edward to my side,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="469"/>With purple falchion painted to the hilt
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="470"/>In blood of those that had encounter'd him:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="471"/>And when the hardiest warriors did retire,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="472"/>Richard cried 'Charge! and give no foot of ground!'
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="473"/>And cried 'A crown, or else a glorious tomb!
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="474"/>A sceptre, or an earthly sepulchre!'
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="475"/>With this, we charged again: but, out, alas!
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="476"/>We bodged again; as I have seen a swan
<lb ed="G" n="20"/><lb ed="F1" n="477"/>With bootless labour swim against the tide
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="478"/>And spend her strength with over-matching waves.
<lb ed="F1" n="479"/><stage>A short alarum within. </stage>
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="480"/>Ah, hark! the fatal followers do pursue;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="481"/>And I am faint and cannot fly their fury:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="482"/>And were I strong, I would not shun their fury:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="483"/>The sands are number'd that make up my life;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="484"/>Here must I stay, and here my life must end.
<lb ed="F1" n="485"/><stage type="entrance">Enter QUEEN MARGARET, CLIFFORD, NORTHUMBERLAND, <lb ed="F1" n="486"/>the young Prince, and Soldiers.</stage>
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="487"/>Come, bloody Clifford, rough Northumberland,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="488"/>I dare your quenchless fury to more rage:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="489"/>I am your butt, and I abide your shot.
<lb ed="G" n="30"/><lb ed="F1" n="490"/></p></sp>

<sp who="north."><speaker>North.</speaker><p>Yield to our mercy, proud Plantagenet.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="491"/></p></sp>

<sp who="clif."><speaker>Clif.</speaker><p>Ay, to such mercy as this ruthless arm,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="492"/>With downright payment, show'd unto my father.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="493"/>Now Phaethon hath tumbled from his car,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="494"/>And made an evening at the noontide prick.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="495"/></p></sp>

<sp who="york."><speaker>York.</speaker><p>My ashes, as the phoenix, may bring forth
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="496"/>A bird that will revenge upon you all:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="497"/>And in that hope I throw mine eyes to heaven,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="498"/>Scorning whate'er you can afflict me with.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="499"/>Why come you not? what multitudes, and fear?
<lb ed="G" n="40"/><lb ed="F1" n="500"/></p></sp>

<sp who="clif."><speaker>Clif.</speaker><p>So cowards fight when they can fly no further;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="501"/>So doves do peck the falcon's piercing talons;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="502"/>So desperate thieves, all hopeless of their lives,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="503"/>Breathe out invectives 'gainst the officers.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="504"/></p></sp>

<sp who="york."><speaker>York.</speaker><p>O Clifford, but bethink thee once again,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="505"/>And in thy thought o'er-run my former time;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="506"/>And, if thou canst for blushing, view this face,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="507"/>And bite thy tongue, that slanders him with cowardice
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="508"/>Whose frown hath made thee faint and fly ere this!
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="509"/></p></sp>

<sp who="clif."><speaker>Clif.</speaker><p>I will not bandy with thee word for word,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="510"/>But buckle with thee blows, twice two for one.
<lb ed="G" n="51"/><lb ed="F1" n="511"/></p></sp>

<sp who="q.-mar."><speaker>Q. Mar.</speaker><p>Hold, valiant Clifford! for a thousand causes
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="512"/>I would prolong awhile the traitor's life.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="513"/>Wrath makes him deaf: speak thou, Northumberland.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="514"/></p></sp>

<sp who="north."><speaker>North.</speaker><p>Hold, Clifford! do not honour him so much
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="515"/>To prick thy finger, though to wound his heart:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="516"/>What valour were it, when a cur doth grin,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="517"/>For one to thrust his hand between his teeth,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="518"/>When he might spurn him with his foot away?
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="519"/>It is war's prize to take all vantages;
<lb ed="G" n="60"/><lb ed="F1" n="520"/>And ten to one is no impeach of valour.

<stage>They lay hands on York, who struggles.</stage>

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="521"/></p></sp>

<sp who="clif."><speaker>Clif.</speaker><p>Ay, ay, so strives the woodcock with the <lb ed="F1" n="522"/>gin.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="523"/></p></sp>

<sp who="north."><speaker>North.</speaker><p>So doth the cony struggle in the <lb ed="F1" n="524"/>net.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="525"/></p></sp>

<sp who="york."><speaker>York.</speaker><p>So triumph thieves upon their conquer'd booty;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="526"/>So true men yield, with robbers so o'ermatch'd.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="527"/></p></sp>

<sp who="north."><speaker>North.</speaker><p>What would your grace have done
unto <lb ed="F1" n="528"/>him now?
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="529"/></p></sp>

<sp who="q.-mar."><speaker>Q. Mar.</speaker><p>Brave warriors, Clifford and Northumberland,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="530"/>Come, make him stand upon this molehill here,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="531"/>That raught at mountains with outstretched arms,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="532"/>Yet parted but the shadow with his hand.
<lb ed="G" n="70"/><lb ed="F1" n="533"/>What! was it you that would be England's king?
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="534"/>Was't you that revell'd in our parliament,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="535"/>And made a preachment of your high descent?
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="536"/>Where are your mess of sons to back you now?
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="537"/>The wanton Edward, and the lusty George?
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="538"/>And where's that valiant crook-back prodigy,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="539"/>Dicky your boy, that with his grumbling voice
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="540"/>Was wont to cheer his dad in mutinies?
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="541"/>Or, with the rest, where is your darling Rutland?
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="542"/>Look, York: I stain'd this napkin with the blood
<lb ed="G" n="80"/><lb ed="F1" n="543"/>That valiant Clifford, with his rapier's point,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="544"/>Made issue from the bosom of the boy;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="545"/>And if thine eyes can water for his death,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="546"/>I give thee this to dry thy cheeks withal.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="547"/>Alas, poor York! but that I hate thee deadly,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="548"/>I should lament thy miserable state.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="549"/>I prithee, grieve, to make me merry, York.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="550"/>What, hath thy fiery heart so parch'd thine entrails
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="551"/>That not a tear can fall for Rutland's death?
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="552"/>Why art thou patient, man? thou shouldst be mad;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="553"/>And I, to make thee mad, do mock thee thus.
<lb ed="G" n="91"/><lb ed="F1" n="554"/>Stamp, rave, and fret, that I may sing and dance.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="555"/>Thou wouldst be fee'd, I see, to make me sport:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="556"/>York cannot speak, unless he wear a crown.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="557"/>A crown for York! and, lords, bow low to him:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="558"/>Hold you his hands, whilst I do set it on.

<stage>Putting a paper crown on his head.</stage>
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="559"/>Ay, marry, sir, now looks he like a king!
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="560"/>Ay, this is he that took King Henry's chair,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="561"/>And this is he was his adopted heir.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="562"/>But how is it that great Plantagenet
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="563"/>Is crown'd so soon, and broke his solemn oath?
<lb ed="G" n="101"/><lb ed="F1" n="564"/>As I bethink me, you should not be king
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="565"/>Till our King Henry had shook hands with death.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="566"/>And will you pale your head in Henry's glory,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="567"/>And rob his temples of the diadem,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="568"/>Now in his life, against your holy oath?
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="569"/>O, 'tis a fault too too unpardonable!
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="570"/>Off with the crown; and, with the crown, his head;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="571"/>And, whilst we breathe, take time to do him dead.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="572"/></p></sp>

<sp who="clif."><speaker>Clif.</speaker><p>That is my office, for my father's sake.
<lb ed="G" n="110"/><lb ed="F1" n="573"/></p></sp>

<sp who="q.-mar."><speaker>Q. Mar.</speaker><p>Nay, stay; let's hear the orisons he <lb ed="F1" n="574"/>makes.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="575"/></p></sp>

<sp who="york."><speaker>York.</speaker><p>She-wolf of France, <lb ed="F1" n="576"/>but worse than wolves of France,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="577"/>Whose tongue more poisons than the adder's tooth!
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="578"/>How ill-beseeming is it in thy sex
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="579"/>To triumph, like an Amazonian trull,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="580"/>Upon their woes whom fortune captivates!
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="581"/>But that thy face is, visard-like, unchanging,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="582"/>Made impudent with use of evil deeds,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="583"/>I would assay, proud queen, to make thee blush.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="584"/>To tell thee whence thou camest, of whom derived,
<lb ed="G" n="120"/><lb ed="F1" n="585"/>Were shame enough to shame thee, <lb ed="F1" n="586"/>wert thou not shameless.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="587"/>Thy father bears the type of King of Naples,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="588"/>Of both the Sicils and Jerusalem,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="589"/>Yet not so wealthy as an English yeoman.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="590"/>Hath that poor monarch taught thee to insult?
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="591"/>It needs not, nor it boots thee not, proud queen,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="592"/>Unless the adage must be verified,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="593"/>That beggars mounted run their horse to death.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="594"/>'Tis beauty that doth oft make women proud;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="595"/>But, God he knows, thy share thereof is small:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="596"/>'Tis virtue that doth make them most admired;
<lb ed="G" n="131"/><lb ed="F1" n="597"/>The contrary doth make thee wonder'd at:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="598"/>'Tis government that makes them seem divine;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="599"/>The want thereof makes thee abominable:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="600"/>Thou art as opposite to every good
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="601"/>As the Antipodes are unto us,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="602"/>Or as the south to the septentrion.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="603"/>O tiger's heart wrapt in a woman's hide!
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="604"/>How couldst thou drain the life-blood of the child,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="605"/>To bid the father wipe his eyes withal,
<lb ed="G" n="140"/><lb ed="F1" n="606"/>And yet be seen to bear a woman's face?
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="607"/>Women are soft, mild, pitiful and flexible;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="608"/>Thou stern, obdurate, flinty, rough, remorseless.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="609"/>Bid'st thou me rage? why, now thou hast thy wish:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="610"/>Wouldst have me weep? why, now thou hast thy will:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="611"/>For raging wind blows up incessant showers,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="612"/>And when the rage allays, the rain begins.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="613"/>These tears are my sweet Rutland's obsequies:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="614"/>And every drop cries vengeance for his death,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="615"/>'Gainst thee, fell Clifford, and thee, false Frenchwoman.
<lb ed="G" n="150"/><lb ed="F1" n="616"/></p></sp>

<sp who="north."><speaker>North.</speaker><p>Beshrew me, but his passion moves me so
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="617"/>That hardly can I check my eyes from tears.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="618"/></p></sp>

<sp who="york."><speaker>York.</speaker><p>That face of his <lb ed="F1" n="619"/>the hungry cannibals
<lb ed="G"/>Would not have touch'd, <lb ed="F1" n="620"/>would not have stain'd with blood:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="621"/>But you are more inhuman, more inexorable,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="622"/>O, ten times more, than tigers of Hyrcania.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="623"/>See, ruthless queen, a hapless father's tears:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="624"/>This cloth thou dip'dst in blood of my sweet boy,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="625"/>And I with tears do wash the blood away.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="626"/>Keep thou the napkin, and go boast of this:
<lb ed="G" n="160"/><lb ed="F1" n="627"/>And if thou tell'st the heavy story right,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="628"/>Upon my soul, the hearers will shed tears;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="629"/>Yea, even my foes will shed fast-falling tears,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="630"/>And say 'Alas, it was a piteous deed!'
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="631"/>There, take the crown, and, with the crown, my curse;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="632"/>And in thy need such comfort come to thee
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="633"/>As now I reap at thy too cruel hand!
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="634"/>Hard-hearted   Clifford, take me from the world:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="635"/>My soul to heaven, my blood upon your heads!
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="636"/></p></sp>

<sp who="north."><speaker>North.</speaker><p>Had he been slaughter-man to all my kin,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="637"/>I should not for my life but weep with him,
<lb ed="G" n="171"/><lb ed="F1" n="638"/>To see how inly sorrow gripes his soul.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="639"/></p></sp>

<sp who="q.-mar."><speaker>Q. Mar.</speaker><p>What, weeping-ripe, my Lord Northumberland?
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="640"/>Think but upon the wrong he did us all,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="641"/>And that will quickly dry thy melting tears.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="642"/></p></sp>

<sp who="clif."><speaker>Clif.</speaker><p>Here's for my oath, here's for my father's <lb ed="F1" n="643"/>death.
<stage>Stabbing him. </stage>

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="644"/></p></sp>

<sp who="q.-mar."><speaker>Q. Mar.</speaker><p>And here's to right our gentlehearted <lb ed="F1" n="645"/>king.
<stage>Stabbing him.</stage>

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="646"/></p></sp>

<sp who="york."><speaker>York.</speaker><p>Open Thy gate of mercy, gracious God!
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="647"/>My soul flies through these wounds to seek out Thee.
<stage>Dies.</stage>

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="648"/></p></sp>

<sp who="q.-mar."><speaker>Q. Mar.</speaker><p>Off with his head, and set it on York gates;
<lb ed="G" n="180"/><lb ed="F1" n="649"/>So York may overlook the town of York.
<lb ed="F1" n="650"/><stage type="exit">Flourish. Exeunt.</stage>
</p></sp>
</div2>
</div1>
<div1 type="act" n="2">
<head>ACT II</head>
<div2 type="scene" n="1">
<head>SCENE I</head>
<stage type="setting">A plain near Mortimer's Cross in Herefordshire.</stage>
<lb ed="F1" n="651"/><stage>A march.</stage>
<stage type="entrance">Enter EDWARD, RICHARD, <lb ed="F1" n="652"/>and their power.</stage>
  
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="653"/><sp who="edw."><speaker>Edw.</speaker><p>I wonder how our princely father 'scaped.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="654"/>Or whether he be 'scaped away or no
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="655"/>From Clifford's and Northumberland's pursuit:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="656"/>Had he been ta'en, we should have heard the news;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="657"/>Had he been slain, we should have heard the news;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="658"/>Or had he 'scaped, methinks we should have heard
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="659"/>The happy tidings of his good escape.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="660"/>How fares my brother? why is he so sad?
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="661"/></p></sp>

<sp who="rich."><speaker>Rich.</speaker><p>I cannot joy, until I be resolved
<lb ed="G" n="10"/><lb ed="F1" n="662"/>Where our right valiant father is become.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="663"/>I saw him in the battle range about;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="664"/>And watch'd him how he singled Clifford forth.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="665"/>Methought he bore him in the thickest troop
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="666"/>As doth a lion in a herd of neat;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="667"/>Or as a bear, encompass'd round with dogs,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="668"/>Who having pinch'd a few and made them cry,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="669"/>The rest stand all aloof, and bark at him.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="670"/>So fared our father with his enemies;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="671"/>So fled his enemies my warlike father:
<lb ed="G" n="20"/><lb ed="F1" n="672"/>Methinks, 'tis prize enough to be his son.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="673"/>See how the morning opes her golden gates,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="674"/>And takes her farewell of the glorious sun!
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="675"/>How well remembers it the prime of youth,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="676"/>Trimm'd like a younker prancing to his love!
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="677"/></p></sp>

<sp who="edw."><speaker>Edw.</speaker><p>Dazzle mine eyes, or do I see three suns?
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="678"/></p></sp>

<sp who="rich."><speaker>Rich.</speaker><p>Three glorious suns, each one a perfect sun;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="679"/>Not separated with the racking clouds,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="680"/>But serv'd in a pale clear-shining sky.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="681"/>See, see! they join, embrace, and seem to kiss,
<lb ed="G" n="30"/><lb ed="F1" n="682"/>As if they vow'd some league inviolable:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="683"/>Now are they but one lamp, one light, one sun,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="684"/>In this the heaven figures some event.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="685"/></p></sp>

<sp who="edw."><speaker>Edw.</speaker><p>'Tis wondrous strange, <lb ed="F1" n="686"/>the like yet never heard of.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="687"/>I think it cites us, brother, to the field,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="688"/>That we, the sons of brave Plantagenet,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="689"/>Each one already blazing by our meeds,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="690"/>Should not withstanding join our lights together
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="691"/>And over-shine the earth as this the world.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="692"/>Whate'er it bodes, henceforward will I bear
<lb ed="G" n="40"/><lb ed="F1" n="693"/>Upon my target three fair-shining suns.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="694"/></p></sp>

<sp who="rich."><speaker>Rich.</speaker><p>Nay, bear three daughters: <lb ed="F1" n="695"/>by your leave I speak it,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="696"/>You love the breeder better than the male.
<lb ed="F1" n="697"/><stage type="entrance">              Enter a Messenger.</stage>
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="698"/>But what art thou, whose heavy looks foretell
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="699"/>Some dreadful story hanging on thy tongue?
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="700"/></p></sp>

<sp who="mess."><speaker>Mess.</speaker><p>Ah, one that was a woful looker-on
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="701"/>When as the noble Duke of York was slain,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="702"/>Your princely father and my loving lord!
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="703"/></p></sp>

<sp who="edw."><speaker>Edw.</speaker><p>O, speak no more, for I have heard too <lb ed="F1" n="704"/>much.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="705"/></p></sp>

<sp who="rich."><speaker>Rich.</speaker><p>Say how he died, for I will hear it all.
<lb ed="G" n="50"/><lb ed="F1" n="706"/></p></sp>

<sp who="mess."><speaker>Mess.</speaker><p>Environed he was with many foes,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="707"/>And stood against them, as the hope of Troy
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="708"/>Against the Greeks that would have enter'd Troy.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="709"/>But Hercules himself must yield to odds;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="710"/>And many strokes, though with a little axe,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="711"/>Hew down and fell the hardest-timber'd oak.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="712"/>By many hands your father was subdued;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="713"/>But only slaughter'd by the ireful arm
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="714"/>Of unrelenting Clifford and the queen,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="715"/>Who crown'd the gracious duke in high despite,
<lb ed="G" n="60"/><lb ed="F1" n="716"/>Laugh'd in his face; and when with grief he wept,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="717"/>The ruthless queen gave him to dry his cheeks
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="718"/>A napkin steeped in the harmless blood
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="719"/>Of sweet young Rutland, by rough Clifford slain:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="720"/>And after many scorns, many foul taunts,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="721"/>They took his head, and on the gates of York
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="722"/>They set the same; and there it doth remain,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="723"/>The saddest spectacle that e'er I view'd.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="724"/></p></sp>

<sp who="edw."><speaker>Edw.</speaker><p>Sweet Duke of York, our prop to lean upon,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="725"/>Now thou art gone, we have no staff, no stay.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="726"/>O Clifford, boisterous Clifford! thou hast slain
<lb ed="G" n="71"/><lb ed="F1" n="727"/>The flower of Europe for his chivalry;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="728"/>And treacherously hast thou vanquish'd him,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="729"/>For hand to hand he would have vanquish'd thee.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="730"/>Now my soul's palace is become a prison:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="731"/>Ah, would she break from hence, that this my body
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="732"/>Might in the ground be closed up in rest!
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="733"/>For never henceforth shall I joy again,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="734"/>Never, O never, shall I see more joy!
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="735"/></p></sp>

<sp who="rich."><speaker>Rich.</speaker><p>I cannot weep; for all my body's moisture
<lb ed="G" n="80"/><lb ed="F1" n="736"/>Scarce serves to quench my furnace-burning heart:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="737"/>Nor can my tongue unload my heart's great burthen;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="738"/>For selfsame wind that I should speak withal
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="739"/>Is kindling coals that fires all my breast,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="740"/>And burns me up with flames that tears would quench.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="741"/>To weep is to make less the depth of grief:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="742"/>Tears then for babes; blows and revenge for me!
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="743"/>Richard, I bear thy name; I'll venge thy death,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="744"/>Or die renowned by attempting it.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="745"/></p></sp>

<sp who="edw."><speaker>Edw.</speaker><p>His name that valiant duke hath left with thee;
<lb ed="G" n="90"/><lb ed="F1" n="746"/>His dukedom and his chair with me is left.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="747"/></p></sp>

<sp who="rich."><speaker>Rich.</speaker><p>Nay, if thou be that princely eagle's bird,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="748"/>Show thy descent by gazing 'gainst the sun:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="749"/>For chair and dukedom, throne and kingdom say;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="750"/>Either that is thine, or else thou wert not his.
<lb ed="F1" n="751"/><stage type="entrance">March. Enter WARWICK, MARQUESS OF
MONTAGUE, <lb ed="F1" n="752"/>and their army.</stage>
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="753"/></p></sp>

<sp who="war."><speaker>War.</speaker><p>How now, fair lords! What fare? what <lb ed="F1" n="754"/>news abroad?
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="755"/></p></sp>

<sp who="rich."><speaker>Rich.</speaker><p>Great Lord of Warwick, if we should recount
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="756"/>Our baleful news, and at each word's deliverance
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="757"/>Stab poniards in our flesh till all were told,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="758"/>The words would add more anguish than the wounds.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="759"/>O valiant lord, the Duke of York is slain!
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="760"/></p></sp>

<sp who="edw."><speaker>Edw.</speaker><p>O Warwick, Warwick! that Plantagenet,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="761"/>Which held thee dearly as his soul's redemption,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="762"/>Is by the stern Lord Clifford done to death.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="763"/></p></sp>

<sp who="war."><speaker>War.</speaker><p>Ten days ago I drown'd these news in tears;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="764"/>And now, to add more measure to your woes,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="765"/>I come to tell you things sith then befall'n.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="766"/>After the bloody fray at Wakefield fought,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="767"/>Where your brave father breathed his latest gasp,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="768"/>Tidings, as swiftly as the posts could run,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="769"/>Were brought me of your loss and his depart.
<lb ed="G" n="111"/><lb ed="F1" n="770"/>I, then in London, keeper of the king,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="771"/>Muster'd my soldiers, gather'd flocks of friends,
<lb ed="G"/>And very well appointed, as I thought,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="772"/>March'd toward Saint Alban's to intercept the queen,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="773"/>Bearing the king in my behalf along;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="774"/>For by my scouts I was advertised
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="775"/>That she was coming with a full intent
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="776"/>To dash our late decree in parliament
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="777"/>Touching King Henry's oath and your succession.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="778"/>Short tale to make, we at Saint Alban's met,
<lb ed="G" n="121"/><lb ed="F1" n="779"/>Our battles join'd, and both sides fiercely fought:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="780"/>But whether 'twas the coldness of the king,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="781"/>Who look'd full gently on his warlike queen,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="782"/>That robbed my soldiers of their heated spleen;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="783"/>Or whether 'twas report of her success;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="784"/>Or more than common fear of Clifford's rigour,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="785"/>Who thunders to his captives blood and death,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="786"/>I cannot judge: but, to conclude with truth,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="787"/>Their weapons like to lightning came and went;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="788"/>Our soldiers', like the night-owl's lazy flight,
<lb ed="G" n="131"/><lb ed="F1" n="789"/>Or like an idle thresher with a flail,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="790"/>Fell gently down, as if they struck their friends.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="791"/>I cheer'd them up with justice of our cause,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="792"/>With promise of high pay and great rewards:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="793"/>But all in vain; they had no heart to fight,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="794"/>And we in them no hope to win the day;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="795"/>So that we fled; the king unto the queen;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="796"/>Lord George your brother, Norfolk and myself,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="797"/>In haste, post-haste, are come to join with you;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="798"/>For in the marches here we heard you were,
<lb ed="G" n="141"/><lb ed="F1" n="799"/>Making another head to fight again.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="800"/></p></sp>

<sp who="edw."><speaker>Edw.</speaker><p>Where is the Duke of Norfolk, gentle Warwick?
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="801"/>And when came George from Burgundy to England?
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="802"/></p></sp>

<sp who="war."><speaker>War.</speaker><p>Some six miles off the duke is with the soldiers;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="803"/>And for your brother, he was lately sent
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="804"/>From your kind aunt, Duchess of Burgundy,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="805"/>With aid of soldiers to this needful war.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="806"/></p></sp>

<sp who="rich."><speaker>Rich.</speaker><p>'Twas odds, belike, when valiant Warwick fled:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="807"/>Oft have I heard his praises in pursuit,
<lb ed="G" n="150"/><lb ed="F1" n="808"/>But ne'er till now his scandal of retire.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="809"/></p></sp>

<sp who="war."><speaker>War.</speaker><p>Nor now my scandal, Richard, dost thou hear;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="810"/>For thou shalt know this strong right hand of mine
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="811"/>Can pluck the diadem from faint Henry's head,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="812"/>And wring the awful sceptre from his fist,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="813"/>Were he as famous and as bold in war
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="814"/>As he is famed for mildness, peace, and prayer.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="815"/></p></sp>

<sp who="rich."><speaker>Rich.</speaker><p>I know it well, Lord Warwick; blame me not:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="816"/>'Tis love I bear thy glories makes me speak.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="817"/>But in this troublous time what's to be done?
<lb ed="G" n="160"/><lb ed="F1" n="818"/>Shall we go throw away our coats of steel,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="819"/>And wrap our bodies in black mourning gowns,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="820"/>Numbering our Ave-Maries with our beads?
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="821"/>Or shall we on the helmets of our foes
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="822"/>Tell our devotion with revengeful arms?
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="823"/>If for the last, say ay, and to it, lords.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="824"/></p></sp>

<sp who="war."><speaker>War.</speaker><p>Why, therefore Warwick came to seek you out;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="825"/>And therefore comes my brother Montague.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="826"/>Attend me, lords. The proud insulting queen,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="827"/>With Clifford and the haught Northumberland,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="828"/>And of their feather many moe proud birds,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="829"/>Have wrought the easy-melting king like wax.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="830"/>He swore consent to your succession,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="831"/>His oath enrolled in the parliament;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="832"/>And now to London all the crew are gone,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="833"/>To frustrate both his oath and what beside
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="834"/>May make against the house of Lancaster.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="835"/>Their power, I think, is thirty thousand strong:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="836"/>Now, if the help of Norfolk and myself,
<lb ed="G" n="179"/><lb ed="F1" n="837"/>With all the friends that thou, brave Earl of March,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="838"/>Amongst the loving Welshmen canst procure,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="839"/>Will but amount to five and twenty thousand,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="840"/>Why, Via! to London will we march amain,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="841"/>And once again bestride our foaming steeds,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="842"/>And once again cry 'Charge upon our foes!'
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="843"/>But never once again turn back and fly.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="844"/></p></sp>

<sp who="rich."><speaker>Rich.</speaker><p>Ay, now methinks I hear great Warwick speak:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="845"/>Ne'er may he live to see a sunshine day,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="846"/>That cries 'Retire,' if Warwick bid him stay.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="847"/></p></sp>

<sp who="edw."><speaker>Edw.</speaker><p>Lord Warwick, on thy shoulder will I lean;
<lb ed="G" n="190"/><lb ed="F1" n="848"/>And when thou fail'st--as God forbid the hour--
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="849"/>Must Edward fall, which peril heaven forfend!
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="850"/></p></sp>

<sp who="war."><speaker>War.</speaker><p>No longer Earl of March, but Duke of York:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="851"/>The next degree is England's royal throne;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="852"/>For King of England shalt thou be proclaim'd
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="853"/>In every borough as we pass along;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="854"/>And he that throws not up his cap for joy
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="855"/>Shall for the fault make forfeit of his head.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="856"/>King Edward, valiant Richard, Montague,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="857"/>Stay we no longer, dreaming of renown,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="858"/>But sound the trumpets, and about our task.
<lb ed="G" n="201"/><lb ed="F1" n="859"/></p></sp>

<sp who="rich."><speaker>Rich.</speaker><p>Then, Clifford, were thy heart as hard as steel,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="860"/>As thou hast shown it flinty by thy deeds,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="861"/>I come to pierce it, or to give thee mine.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="862"/></p></sp>

<sp who="edw."><speaker>Edw.</speaker><p>Then strike up drums: God and Saint George for us!
<lb ed="F1" n="863"/><stage type="entrance">               Enter a Messenger.</stage>
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="864"/></p></sp>

<sp who="war."><speaker>War.</speaker><p>How now! what news?
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="865"/></p></sp>

<sp who="mess."><speaker>Mess.</speaker><p>The Duke of Norfolk sends you word by me,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="866"/>The queen is coming with a puissant host;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="867"/>And craves your company for speedy counsel.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="868"/></p></sp>

<sp who="war."><speaker>War.</speaker><p>Why then it sorts, brave warriors, let's away.
<lb ed="F1" n="869"/><stage type="exit">Exeunt.</stage>
</p></sp>
</div2>
<div2 type="scene" n="2">
<head>SCENE II</head>
<stage type="setting">Before York.</stage>
<lb ed="F1" n="870"/><stage>Flourish.</stage>
<stage type="entrance">Enter KING HENRY, QUEEN MARGARET, the PRINCE OF WALES, CLIFFORD,and <lb ed="F1" n="871"/>NORTHUMBERLAND, with drum and <lb ed="F1" n="872"/>trumpets. </stage>

  <lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="873"/><sp who="q.-mar."><speaker>Q. Mar.</speaker><p>Welcome, my lord, to this brave town of York.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="874"/>Yonder's the head of that arch-enemy
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="875"/>That sought to be encompass'd with your crown:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="876"/>Doth not the object cheer your heart, my lord?
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="877"/></p></sp>

<sp who="k.-hen."><speaker>K. Hen.</speaker><p>Ay, as the rocks cheer them that fear their wreck:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="878"/>To see this sight, it irks my very soul.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="879"/>Withhold revenge, dear God! 'tis not my fault,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="880"/>Nor wittingly have I infringed my vow.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="881"/></p></sp>

<sp who="clif."><speaker>Clif.</speaker><p>My gracious liege, this too much lenity
<lb ed="G" n="10"/><lb ed="F1" n="882"/>And harmful pity must be laid aside.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="883"/>To whom do lions cast their gentle looks?
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="884"/>Not to the beast that would usurp their den.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="885"/>Whose hand is that the forest bear doth lick?
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="886"/>Not his that spoils her young before her face.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="887"/>Who 'scapes the lurking serpent's mortal sting?
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="888"/>Not he that sets his foot upon her back.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="889"/>The smallest worm will turn being trodden on,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="890"/>And doves will peck in safeguard of their brood.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="891"/>Ambitious York did level at thy crown,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="892"/>Thou smiling while he knit his angry brows:
<lb ed="G" n="21"/><lb ed="F1" n="893"/>He, but a duke, would have his son a king,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="894"/>And raise his issue, like a loving sire;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="895"/>Thou, being a king, blest with a goodly son,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="896"/>Didst yield consent to disinherit him,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="897"/>Which argued thee a most unloving father.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="898"/>Unreasonable creatures feed their young;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="899"/>And though man's face be fearful to their eyes,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="900"/>Yet, in protection of their tender ones,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="901"/>Who hath not seen them, even with those wings
<lb ed="G" n="30"/><lb ed="F1" n="902"/>Which sometime they have used with fearful flight,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="903"/>Make war with him that climb'd unto their nest,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="904"/>Offering their own lives in their young's defence?
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="905"/>For shame, my liege, make them your precedent!
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="906"/>Were it not pity that this goodly boy
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="907"/>Should lose his birthright by his father's fault,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="908"/>And long hereafter say unto his child,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="909"/>'What my great-grandfather and grandsire got
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="910"/>My careless father fondly gave away'?
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="911"/>Ah, what a shame were this!   Look on the boy;
<lb ed="G" n="40"/><lb ed="F1" n="912"/>And let his manly face, which promiseth
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="913"/>Successful fortune, steel thy melting heart
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="914"/>To hold thine own and leave thine own with him.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="915"/></p></sp>

<sp who="k.-hen."><speaker>K. Hen.</speaker><p>Full well hath Clifford play'd the orator,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="916"/>Inferring arguments of mighty force.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="917"/>But, Clifford, tell me, didst thou never hear
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="918"/>That things ill-got had ever bad success?
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="919"/>And happy always was it for that son
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="920"/>Whose father for his hoarding went to hell?
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="921"/>I'll leave my son my virtuous deeds behind;
<lb ed="G" n="50"/><lb ed="F1" n="922"/>And would my father had left me no more!
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="923"/>For all the rst is held at such a rate
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="924"/>As brings a thousand-fold more care to keep
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="925"/>Than in possession any jot of pleasure.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="926"/>Ah, cousin York! would thy best friends did know
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="927"/>How it doth grieve me that thy head is here!
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="928"/></p></sp>

<sp who="q.-mar."><speaker>Q. Mar.</speaker><p>My lord, cheer up your spirits: our foes are nigh,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="929"/>And this soft courage makes your followers faint.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="930"/>You promised knighthood to our forward son:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="931"/>Unsheathe your sword, and dub him presently.
<lb ed="G" n="60"/><lb ed="F1" n="932"/>Edward, kneel down.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="933"/></p></sp>

<sp who="k.-hen."><speaker>K. Hen.</speaker><p>Edward Plantagenet, arise a knight;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="934"/>And learn this lesson, draw thy sword in right.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="935"/></p></sp>

<sp who="prince."><speaker>Prince.</speaker><p>My gracious father, by your kingly leave,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="936"/>I'll draw it as apparent to the crown,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="937"/>And in that quarrel use it to the death.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="938"/></p></sp>

<sp who="clif."><speaker>Clif.</speaker><p>Why, that is spoken like a toward prince.
<lb ed="F1" n="939"/><stage type="entrance">               Enter a Messenger.</stage>
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="940"/></p></sp>

<sp who="mess."><speaker>Mess.</speaker><p>Royal commanders, be in readiness:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="941"/>For with a band of thirty thousand men
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="942"/>Comes Warwick, backing of the Duke of York:
<lb ed="G" n="70"/><lb ed="F1" n="943"/>And in the towns, as they do march along,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="944"/>Proclaims him king, and many fly to him:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="945"/>Darraign your battle, for they are at hand.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="946"/></p></sp>

<sp who="clif."><speaker>Clif.</speaker><p>I would your highness would depart the field:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="947"/>The queen hath best success when you are absent.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="948"/></p></sp>

<sp who="q.-mar."><speaker>Q. Mar.</speaker><p>Ay, good my lord, and leave us to our fortune.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="949"/></p></sp>

<sp who="k.-hen."><speaker>K. Hen.</speaker><p>Why, that's my fortune too; therefore I'll stay.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="950"/></p></sp>

<sp who="north."><speaker>North.</speaker><p>Be it with resolution then to fight.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="951"/></p></sp>

<sp who="prince."><speaker>Prince.</speaker><p>My royal father, cheer these noble lords
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="952"/>And hearten those that fight in your defence:
<lb ed="G" n="80"/><lb ed="F1" n="953"/>Unsheathe your sword, good father; cry 'Saint George!'
<lb ed="F1" n="954"/><stage type="entrance">March.   Enter EDWARD, GEORGE, RICHARD,
WARWICK, <lb ed="F1" n="955"/>NORFOLK, MONTAGUE, and Soldiers.</stage>
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="956"/></p></sp>

<sp who="edw."><speaker>Edw.</speaker><p>Now, perjured Henry! wilt thou kneel for grace,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="957"/>And set thy diadem upon my head;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="958"/>Or bide the mortal fortune of the field?
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="959"/></p></sp>

<sp who="q.-mar."><speaker>Q. Mar.</speaker><p>Go. rate thy minions, proud insulting boy!
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="960"/>Becomes it thee to be thus bold in terms
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="961"/>Before thy sovereign and thy lawful king?
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="962"/></p></sp>

<sp who="edw."><speaker>Edw.</speaker><p>I am his king, and he should bow his knee;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="963"/>I was adopted heir by his consent:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="964"/>Since when, his oath is broke; for, as I hear,
<lb ed="G" n="90"/><lb ed="F1" n="965"/>You, that are king, though he do wear the crown,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="966"/>Have caused him, by new act of parliament,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="967"/>To blot out me, and put his own son in.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="968"/></p></sp>

<sp who="clif."><speaker>Clif.</speaker><p>And reason too:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="969"/>Who should succeed the father but the son?
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="970"/></p></sp>

<sp who="rich."><speaker>Rich.</speaker><p>Are you there, butcher?  O, I cannot speak!
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="971"/></p></sp>

<sp who="clif."><speaker>Clif.</speaker><p>Ay, crook-back, here I stand to answer thee,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="972"/>Or any he the proudest o thy sort.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="973"/></p></sp>

<sp who="rich."><speaker>Rich.</speaker><p>'Twas you that kill'd young Rutland, was it not?
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="974"/></p></sp>

<sp who="clif."><speaker>Clif.</speaker><p>Ay, and old York, and yet not satisfied.
<lb ed="G" n="100"/><lb ed="F1" n="975"/></p></sp>

<sp who="rich."><speaker>Rich.</speaker><p>For God's sake, lords, give signal to the fight.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="976"/></p></sp>

<sp who="war."><speaker>War.</speaker><p>What say'st thou, Henry, <lb ed="F1" n="977"/>wilt thou yield the crown?
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="978"/></p></sp>

<sp who="q.-mar."><speaker>Q. Mar.</speaker><p>Why, how now, long-tongued Warwick! dare you speak?
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="979"/>When you and I met at Saint Alban's last,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="980"/>Your legs did better service than your hands.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="981"/></p></sp>

<sp who="war."><speaker>War.</speaker><p>Then 'twas my turn to fly, and now 'tis thine.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="982"/></p></sp>

<sp who="clif."><speaker>Clif.</speaker><p>You said so much before, and yet you fled.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="983"/></p></sp>

<sp who="war."><speaker>War.</speaker><p>'Twas not your valour, Clifford, drove me thence.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="984"/></p></sp>

<sp who="north."><speaker>North.</speaker><p>No, nor your manhood that durst make you stay.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="985"/></p></sp>

<sp who="rich."><speaker>Rich.</speaker><p>Northumberland, I hold thee reverently.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="986"/>Break off the parley; for scarce I can refrain
<lb ed="G" n="111"/><lb ed="F1" n="987"/>The execution of my big-swoln heart
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="988"/>Upon that Clifford, that cruel child-killer.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="989"/></p></sp>

<sp who="clif."><speaker>Clif.</speaker><p>I slew thy father, call'st thou him a child?
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="990"/></p></sp>

<sp who="rich."><speaker>Rich.</speaker><p>Ay, like a dastard and a treacherous coward,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="991"/>As thou didst kill our tender brother Rutland;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="992"/>But ere sunset I'll make thee curse the deed,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="993"/></p></sp>

<sp who="k.-hen."><speaker>K. Hen.</speaker><p>Have done with words, my lords, and hear <lb ed="F1" n="994"/>me speak.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="995"/></p></sp>

<sp who="q.-mar."><speaker>Q. Mar.</speaker><p>Defy them then, or else hold close thy lips.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="996"/></p></sp>

<sp who="k.-hen."><speaker>K. Hen.</speaker><p>I prithee, give no limits to my tongue:
<lb ed="G" n="120"/><lb ed="F1" n="997"/>I am a king, and privileged to speak.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="998"/></p></sp>

<sp who="clif."><speaker>Clif.</speaker><p>My liege, the wound that bred this meeting here
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="999"/>Cannot be cured by words; therefore be still.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1000"/></p></sp>

<sp who="rich."><speaker>Rich.</speaker><p>Then, executioner, unsheathe thy sword:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1001"/>By him that made us all, I am resolved
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1002"/>That Clifford's manhood lies upon his tongue.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1003"/></p></sp>

<sp who="edw."><speaker>Edw.</speaker><p>Say, Henry, shall I have my right, or no?
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1004"/>A thousand men have broke their fasts to-day.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1005"/>That ne'er shall dine unless thou yield the crown.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1006"/></p></sp>

<sp who="war."><speaker>War.</speaker><p>If thou deny, their blood upon thy head;
<lb ed="G" n="130"/><lb ed="F1" n="1007"/>For York in justice puts his armour on.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1008"/></p></sp>

<sp who="prince."><speaker>Prince.</speaker><p>If that be right which Warwick says is right,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1009"/>There is no wrong, but every thing is right.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1010"/></p></sp>

<sp who="rich."><speaker>Rich.</speaker><p>Whoever got thee, there thy mother stands;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1011"/>For, well I wot, thou hast thy mother's tongue.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1012"/></p></sp>

<sp who="q.-mar."><speaker>Q. Mar.</speaker><p>But thou art neither like thy sire nor dam;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1013"/>But like a foul mis-shapen stigmatic,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1014"/>Mark'd by the destinies to be avoided,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1015"/>As venom toads, or lizards' dreadful stings.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1016"/></p></sp>

<sp who="rich."><speaker>Rich.</speaker><p>Iron of Naples hid with English gilt,
<lb ed="G" n="140"/><lb ed="F1" n="1017"/>Whose father bears the title of a king,--
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1018"/>As if a channel should be call'd the sea,--
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1019"/>Shamest thou not, knowing whence thou art extraught,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1020"/>To let thy tongue detect thy base-born heart?
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1021"/></p></sp>

<sp who="edw."><speaker>Edw.</speaker><p>A wisp of straw were worth a thousand crowns,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1022"/>To make this shameless callet know herself.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1023"/>Helen of Greece was fairer far than thou,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1024"/>Although thy husband may be Menelaus;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1025"/>And ne'er was Agamemnon's brother wrong'd
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1026"/>By that false woman, as this king by thee.
<lb ed="G" n="150"/><lb ed="F1" n="1027"/>His father revell'd in the heart of France,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1028"/>And tamed the king, and made the dauphin stoop;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1029"/>And had he match'd according to his state,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1030"/>He might have kept that glory to this day;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1031"/>But when he took a beggar to his bed,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1032"/>And graced thy poor sire with his bridal-day,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1033"/>Even then that sunshine brew'd a shower for him,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1034"/>That wash'd his father's fortune forth of France,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1035"/>And heap'd sedition on his crown at home.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1036"/>For what hath broach'd this tumult but thy pride?
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1037"/>Hadst thou been meek, our title still had slept;
<lb ed="G" n="161"/><lb ed="F1" n="1038"/>And we, in pity of the gentle king,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1039"/>Had slipp'd our claim until another age.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1040"/></p></sp>

<sp who="geo."><speaker>Geo.</speaker><p>But when we saw our sunshine made thy spring,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1041"/>And that thy summer bred us no increase,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1042"/>We set the axe to thy usurping root;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1043"/>And though the edge hath something hit ourselves,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1044"/>Yet, know thou, since we have begun to strike,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1045"/>We'll never leave till we have hewn thee down,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1046"/>Or bathed thy growing with our heated bloods.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1047"/></p></sp>

<sp who="edw."><speaker>Edw.</speaker><p>And, in this resolution, I defy thee:
<lb ed="G" n="171"/><lb ed="F1" n="1048"/>Not willing any longer conference,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1049"/>Since thou deniest the gentle king to speak.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1050"/>Sound trumpets! let our bloody colours wave!
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1051"/>And either victory, or else a grave.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1052"/></p></sp>

<sp who="q.-mar."><speaker>Q. Mar.</speaker><p>Stay, Edward.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1053"/></p></sp>

<sp who="edw."><speaker>Edw.</speaker><p>No, wrangling woman, we'll no longer stay:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1054"/>These words will cost ten thousand lives this day.
<lb ed="F1" n="1055"/><stage type="exit">Exeunt.</stage>
</p></sp>
</div2>
<div2 type="scene" n="3">
<head>SCENE III</head>
<stage type="setting">A field of battle between Towton and Saxton, in Yorkshire.</stage>
<lb ed="F1" n="1056"/><stage>Alarum. Excursions.</stage>
<stage type="entrance"> Enter WARWICK. </stage>
  
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1057"/><sp who="war."><speaker>War.</speaker><p>Forspent with toil, as runners with a race,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1058"/>I lay me down a little while to breathe:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1059"/>For strokes received, and many blows repaid,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1060"/>Have robb'd my strong-knit sinews of their strength,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1061"/>And spite of spite needs must I rest awhile.
<lb ed="F1" n="1062"/><stage type="entrance">            Enter EDWARD, running.</stage>
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1063"/></p></sp>

<sp who="edw."><speaker>Edw.</speaker><p>Smile, gentle heaven! or strike, ungentle death!
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1064"/>For this world frowns, and Edward's sun is clouded.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1065"/></p></sp>

<sp who="war."><speaker>War.</speaker><p>How now, my lord! what hap? what hope of <lb ed="F1" n="1066"/>good?
<lb ed="F1" n="1067"/><stage type="entrance">                 Enter GEORGE.</stage>
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1068"/></p></sp>

<sp who="geo."><speaker>Geo.</speaker><p>Our hap is loss, our hope but sad despair;
<lb ed="G" n="10"/><lb ed="F1" n="1069"/>Our ranks are broke, and ruin follows us:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1070"/>What counsel give you? whither shall we fly?
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1071"/></p></sp>

<sp who="edw."><speaker>Edw.</speaker><p>Bootless is flight, they follow us with wings;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1072"/>And weak we are and cannot shun pursuit.
<lb ed="F1" n="1073"/><stage type="entrance">                Enter RICHARD.</stage>
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1074"/></p></sp>

<sp who="rich."><speaker>Rich.</speaker><p>Ah, Warwick, why hast thou withdrawn thyself?
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1075"/>Thy brother's blood the thirsty earth hath drunk,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1076"/>Broach'd with the steely point of Clifford's lance;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1077"/>And in the very pangs of death he cried,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1078"/>Like to a dismal clangor heard from far,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1079"/>'Warwick, revenge! brother, revenge my death!'
<lb ed="G" n="20"/><lb ed="F1" n="1080"/>So, underneath the belly of their steeds,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1081"/>That stain'd their fetlocks in his smoking blood,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1082"/>The noble gentleman gave up the ghost.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1083"/></p></sp>

<sp who="war."><speaker>War.</speaker><p>Then let the earth be drunken with our blood:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1084"/>I'll kill my horse, because I will not fly.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1085"/>Why stand we like soft-hearted women here,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1086"/>Wailing our losses, whiles the foe doth rage;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1087"/>And look upon, as if the tragedy
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1088"/>Were play'd in jest by counterfeiting actors?
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1089"/>Here on my knee I vow to God above,
<lb ed="G" n="30"/><lb ed="F1" n="1090"/>I'll never pause again, never stand still,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1091"/>Till either death hath closed these eyes of mine
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1092"/>Or fortune given me measure of revenge.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1093"/></p></sp>

<sp who="edw."><speaker>Edw.</speaker><p>O Warwick, I do bend my knee with thine;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1094"/>And in this vow do chain my soul to thine!
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1095"/>And, ere my knee rise from the earth's cold face,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1096"/>I throw my hands, mine eyes, my heart to thee,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1097"/>Thou setter up and plucker down of kings,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1098"/>Beseeching thee, if with thy will it stands
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1099"/>That to my foes this body must be prey,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1100"/>Yet that thy brazen gates of heaven may ope,
<lb ed="G" n="41"/><lb ed="F1" n="1101"/>And give sweet passage to my sinful soul!
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1102"/>Now, lords, take leave until we meet again,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1103"/>Where'er it be, in heaven or in earth.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1104"/></p></sp>

<sp who="rich."><speaker>Rich.</speaker><p>Brother, <lb ed="F1" n="1105"/>give me thy hand; and, gentle Warwick,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1106"/>Let me embrace thee in my weary arms:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1107"/>I, that did never weep, now melt with woe
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1108"/>That winter should cut off our spring-time so.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1109"/></p></sp>

<sp who="war."><speaker>War.</speaker><p>Away, away!   <lb ed="F1" n="1110"/>Once more, sweet lords, farewell.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1111"/></p></sp>

<sp who="geo."><speaker>Geo.</speaker><p>Yet let us all together to our troops,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1112"/>And give them leave to fly that will not stay;
<lb ed="G" n="51"/><lb ed="F1" n="1113"/>And call them pillars that will stand to us;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1114"/>And, if we thrive, promise them such rewards
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1115"/>As victors wear at the Olympian games:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1116"/>This may plant courage in their quailing breasts;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1117"/>For yet is hope of life and victory.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1118"/>Forslow no longer, make we hence amain.

<stage type="exit">Exeunt.</stage>
</p></sp>
</div2>
<div2 type="scene" n="4">
<head>SCENE IV</head>
<stage type="setting">Another part of the field</stage>
<lb ed="F1" n="1119"/><stage>Excursions.</stage>
<stage type="entrance">Enter RICHARD and CLIFFORD. </stage>
  
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1120"/><sp who="rich."><speaker>Rich.</speaker><p>Now, Clifford, I have singled thee alone:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1121"/>Suppose this arm is for the Duke of York,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1122"/>And this for Rutland; both bound to revenge,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1123"/>Wert thou environ'd with a brazen wall.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1124"/></p></sp>

<sp who="clif."><speaker>Clif.</speaker><p>Now, Richard, I am with thee here alone:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1125"/>This is the hand that stabb'd thy father York;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1126"/>And   this the hand that slew   thy brother Rutland;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1127"/>And here's the heart that triumphs in their death
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1128"/>And cheers these hands that slew thy sire and brother
<lb ed="G" n="10"/><lb ed="F1" n="1129"/>To execute the like upon thyself;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1130"/>And so, have at thee!
<lb ed="F1" n="1131"/><stage>They fight.</stage>
<stage type="entrance">Warwick comes;</stage>
<stage type="exit"> Clifford flies.</stage>

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1132"/></p></sp>

<sp who="rich."><speaker>Rich.</speaker><p>Nay, Warwick, single out some other chase;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1133"/>For I myself will hunt this wolf to death.

<stage type="exit">Exeunt.</stage>
</p></sp>
</div2>
<div2 type="scene" n="5">
<head>SCENE V</head>
<stage type="setting">Another part of the field.</stage>
<lb ed="F1" n="1134"/><stage type="entrance"> Alarum. Enter KING HENRY alone. </stage>
  
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1135"/><sp who="k.-hen."><speaker>K. Hen.</speaker><p>This battle fares like to the morning's war,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1136"/>What time the shepherd, blowing of his nails,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1137"/>When dying clouds contend with growing light
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1138"/>Can neither call it perfect day nor night.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1139"/>Now sways it this way, like a mighty sea
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1140"/>Forced by the tide to combat with the wind;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1141"/>Now sways it that way, like the selfsame sea
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1142"/>Forced to retire by fury of the wind:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1143"/>Sometime the flood prevails, and then the wind;
<lb ed="G" n="10"/><lb ed="F1" n="1144"/>Now one the better, then another best;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1145"/>Both tugging to be victors, breast to breast,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1146"/>Yet neither conqueror nor conquered:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1147"/>So is the equal poise of this fell war.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1148"/>Here on this molehill will I sit me down.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1149"/>To whom God will, there be the victory!
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1150"/>For Margaret my queen, and Clifford too,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1151"/>Have chid me from the battle; swearing both
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1152"/>They prosper best of all when I am thence.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1153"/>Would I were dead! if God's good will were so;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1154"/>For what is in this world but grief and woe?
<lb ed="G" n="21"/><lb ed="F1" n="1155"/>O! God! methinks it were a happy life,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1156"/>To be no better than a homely swain;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1157"/>To sit upon a hill, as I do now,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1158"/>To carve out dials quaintly, point by point,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1159"/>Thereby to see the minutes how they run,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1160"/>How many make the hour full complete;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1161"/>How many hours bring about the day;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1162"/>How many days will finish up the year;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1163"/>How many years a mortal man may live.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1164"/>When this is known, then to divide the times:
<lb ed="G" n="31"/><lb ed="F1" n="1165"/>So many hours must I tend my flock;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1166"/>So many hours must I take my rest;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1167"/>So many hours must I contemplate;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1168"/>So many hours must I sport myself;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1169"/>So many days my ewes have been with young;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1170"/>So many weeks ere the poor fools will ean;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1171"/>So many years ere I shall shear the fleece:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1172"/>So minutes, hours, days, months, and years,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1173"/>Pass'd over to the end they were created,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1174"/>Would bring white hairs unto a quiet grave.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1175"/>Ah, what a life were this! how sweet! how lovely!
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1176"/>Gives not the hawthorn-bush a sweeter shade
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1177"/>To shepherds looking on their silly sheep,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1178"/>Than doth a rich embroider'd canopy
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1179"/>To kings that fear their subjects' treachery?
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1180"/>O, yes, it doth; a thousand-fold it doth.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1181"/>And to conclude, the shepherd's homely curds,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1182"/>His cold thin drink out of his leather bottle,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1183"/>His wonted sleep under a fresh tree's shade,
<lb ed="G" n="50"/><lb ed="F1" n="1184"/>All which secure and sweetly he enjoys, 50
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1185"/>Is far beyond a prince's delicates,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1186"/>His viands sparkling in a golden cup,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1187"/>His body couched in a curious bed,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1188"/>When care, mistrust, and treason waits on him.
<lb ed="F1" n="1189"/><stage type="entrance">Alarum. Enter a Son that has killed his father, dragging in the dead body.</stage>
<lb ed="F1" n="1190"/><lb ed="F1" n="1191"/>
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1192"/></p></sp>

<sp who="son."><speaker>Son.</speaker><p>Ill blows the wind that profits nobody.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1193"/>This man, whom hand to hand I slew in fight,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1194"/>May be possessed with some store of crowns;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1195"/>And I, that haply take them from him now,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1196"/>May yet ere night yield both my life and them
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1197"/>To some man else, as this dead man doth me.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1198"/>Who's this?   O God! it is my father's face,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1199"/>Whom in this conflict I unwares have kill'd.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1200"/>O heavy times, begetting such events!
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1201"/>From London by the king was I press'd forth;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1202"/>My father, being the Earl of Warwick's man,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1203"/>Came on the part of York, press'd by his master;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1204"/>And I, who at his hands received my life,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1205"/>Have by my hands of life bereaved him.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1206"/>Pardon me, God, I knew not what I did!
<lb ed="G" n="70"/><lb ed="F1" n="1207"/>And pardon, father, for I knew not thee!
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1208"/>My tears shall wipe away these bloody marks;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1209"/>And no more words till they have flow'd their fill.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1210"/></p></sp>

<sp who="k.-hen."><speaker>K. Hen.</speaker><p>O piteous spectacle!   O bloody times!
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1211"/>Whiles lions war and battle for their dens,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1212"/>Poor harmless lambs abide their enmity.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1213"/>Weep, wretched man, I'll aid thee tear for tear;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1214"/>And let our hearts and eyes, like civil war,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1215"/>Be blind with tears, and break o'ercharged with grief.
<lb ed="F1" n="1216"/><stage type="entrance"> Enter a Father that has killed his son,
bringing in the body. </stage>
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1217"/></p></sp>

<sp who="fath."><speaker>Fath.</speaker><p>Thou that so stoutly hast resisted me,
<lb ed="G" n="80"/><lb ed="F1" n="1218"/>Give me thy gold, if thou hast any gold;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1219"/>For I have bought it with an hundred blows.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1220"/>But let me see: is this our foeman's face?
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1221"/>Ah, no, no, no, it is mine only son!
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1222"/>Ah, boy, if any life be left in thee,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1223"/>Throw up thine eye! see, see what showers arise,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1224"/>Blown with the windy tempest of my heart,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1225"/>Upon thy wounds, that kill mine eye and heart!
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1226"/>O, pity, God, this miserable age!
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1227"/>What stratagems, how fell, how butcherly,
<lb ed="G" n="90"/><lb ed="F1" n="1228"/>Erroneous, mutinous and unnatural,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1229"/>This deadly quarrel daily doth beget!
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1230"/>O boy, thy father gave thee life too soon,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1231"/>And hath bereft thee of thy life too late!
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1232"/></p></sp>

<sp who="k.-hen."><speaker>K. Hen.</speaker><p>Woe above woe! grief more than common grief!
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1233"/>O that my death would stay these ruthful deeds!
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1234"/>O, pity, pity, gentle heaven, pity!
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1235"/>The red rose and the white are on his face,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1236"/>The fatal colours of our striving houses:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1237"/>The one his purple blood right well resembles;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1238"/>The other his pale cheeks, methinks, presenteth:
<lb ed="G" n="101"/><lb ed="F1" n="1239"/>Wither one rose, and let the other flourish;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1240"/>If you contend, a thousand lives must wither.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1241"/></p></sp>

<sp who="son."><speaker>Son.</speaker><p>How will my mother for a father's death
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1242"/>Take on with me and ne'er be satisfied!
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1243"/></p></sp>

<sp who="fath."><speaker>Fath.</speaker><p>How will my wife for slaughter of my son
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1244"/>Shed seas of tears and ne'er be satisfied!
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1245"/></p></sp>

<sp who="k.-hen."><speaker>K. Hen.</speaker><p>How will the country for these woful chances
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1246"/>Misthink the king and not be satisfied!
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1247"/></p></sp>

<sp who="son."><speaker>Son.</speaker><p>Was ever son so rued a father's death?
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1248"/></p></sp>

<sp who="fath."><speaker>Fath.</speaker><p>Was ever father so bemoan'd his son?
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1249"/></p></sp>

<sp who="k.-hen."><speaker>K. Hen.</speaker><p>Was ever king so grieved for subjects' woe?
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1250"/>Much is your sorrow; mine ten times so much.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1251"/></p></sp>

<sp who="son."><speaker>Son.</speaker><p>I'll bear thee hence, where I may weep my fill.
<stage type="exit">Exit with the body. </stage>

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1252"/></p></sp>

<sp who="fath."><speaker>Fath.</speaker><p>These arms of mine shall be thy winding-sheet;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1253"/>My heart, sweet boy, shall be thy sepulchre,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1254"/>For from my heart thine image ne'er shall go;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1255"/>My sighing breast shall be thy funeral bell;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1256"/>And so obsequious will thy father be,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1257"/>Even for the loss of thee, having no more,
<lb ed="G" n="120"/><lb ed="F1" n="1258"/>As Priam was for all his valiant sons.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1259"/>I'll bear thee hence; and let them fight that will,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1260"/>For I have murdered where I should not kill.

<stage type="exit">Exit with the body.</stage>

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1261"/></p></sp>

<sp who="k.-hen."><speaker>K. Hen.</speaker><p>Sad-hearted men, much overgone with care,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1262"/>Here sits a king more woful than you are.
<lb ed="F1" n="1263"/><stage>Alarums: excursions.</stage>
<stage type="entrance">Enter QUEEN MARGARET, the <lb ed="F1" n="1264"/>PRINCE, and EXETER.</stage>
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1265"/></p></sp>

<sp who="prince."><speaker>Prince.</speaker><p>Fly, father, fly!  for all your friends are fled,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1266"/>And Warwick rages like a chafed bull:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1267"/>Away! for death doth hold us in pursuit.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1268"/></p></sp>

<sp who="q.-mar."><speaker>Q. Mar.</speaker><p>Mount you, my lord; towards Berwick post <lb ed="F1" n="1269"/>amain:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1270"/>Edward and Richard, like a brace of greyhounds
<lb ed="G" n="130"/><lb ed="F1" n="1271"/>Having the fearful flying hare in sight,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1272"/>With fiery eyes sparkling for very wrath,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1273"/>And bloody steel grasp'd in their ireful hands,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1274"/>Are at our backs; and therefore hence amain.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1275"/></p></sp>

<sp who="exe."><speaker>Exe.</speaker><p>Away! for vengeance comes along with them:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1276"/>Nay, stay not to expostulate, make speed;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1277"/>Or else come after: I'll away before.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1278"/></p></sp>

<sp who="k.-hen."><speaker>K. Hen.</speaker><p>Nay, take me with thee, good sweet Exeter:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1279"/>Not that I fear to stay, but love to go
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1280"/>Whither the queen intends. Forward; away!

<stage type="exit">Exeunt.</stage>
</p></sp>
</div2>
<div2 type="scene" n="6">
<head>SCENE VI</head>
<stage type="setting">Another part of the field</stage>
<lb ed="F1" n="1281"/><stage>A loud alarum.</stage>
<stage type="entrance">Enter CLIFFORD, wounded.</stage>
  
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1282"/><sp who="clif."><speaker>Clif.</speaker><p>Here burns my candle out; ay, here it dies,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1283"/>Which, whiles it lasted, gave King Henry light.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1284"/>O Lancaster, I fear thy overthrow
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1285"/>More than my body's parting with my soul!
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1286"/>My love and fear glued many friends to thee;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1287"/>And, now I fall, thy tough commixture melts.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1288"/>Impairing Henry, strengthening misproud York,
<lb ed="G"/>The common people swarm like summer flies;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1289"/>And whither fly the gnats but to the sun?
<lb ed="G" n="10"/><lb ed="F1" n="1290"/>And who shines now but Henry's enemies?
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1291"/>O Phoebus, hadst thou never given consent
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1292"/>That Phaethon should check thy fiery steeds,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1293"/>Thy burning car never had scorch'd the earth!
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1294"/>And, Henry, hadst thou sway'd as kings should do,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1295"/>Or as thy father and his father did,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1296"/>Giving no ground unto the house of York,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1297"/>They never then had sprung like summer flies;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1298"/>I and ten thousand in this luckless realm
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1299"/>Had left no mourning widows for our death;
<lb ed="G" n="20"/><lb ed="F1" n="1300"/>And thou this day hadst kept thy chair in peace.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1301"/>For what doth cherish weeds but gentle air?
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1302"/>And what makes robbers bold but too much lenity?
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1303"/>Bootless are plaints, and cureless are my wounds;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1304"/>No way to fly, nor strength to hold out flight:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1305"/>The foe is merciless, and will not pity;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1306"/>For at their hands I have deserved no pity.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1307"/>The air hath got into my deadly wounds,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1308"/>And much effuse of blood doth make me faint.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1309"/>Come, York and Richard, Warwick and the rest;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1310"/>I stabb'd your fathers' bosoms, split my breast.

<stage>He faints.</stage>
<lb ed="F1" n="1311"/><stage>Alarum and retreat.</stage><stage type="entrance">Enter EDWARD, GEORGE,
RICHARD, <lb ed="F1" n="1312"/>MONTAGUE, WARWICK, and Soldiers.</stage>
<lb ed="G" n="31"/><lb ed="F1" n="1313"/></p></sp>

<sp who="edw."><speaker>Edw.</speaker><p>Now breathe we, lords: good fortune bids us pause,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1314"/>And smooth the frowns of war with peaceful looks.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1315"/>Some troops pursue the bloody-minded queen,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1316"/>That led calm Henry, though he were a king,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1317"/>As doth a sail, fill'd with a fretting gust,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1318"/>Command an argosy to stem the waves.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1319"/>But think you, my lords, that Clifford fled with them?
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1320"/></p></sp>

<sp who="war."><speaker>War.</speaker><p>No, 'tis impossible he should escape;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1321"/>For, though before his face I speak the words,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1322"/>Your brother Richard mark'd him for the grave:
<lb ed="G" n="41"/><lb ed="F1" n="1323"/>And wheresoe'er he is, he's surely dead.

<stage>Clifford groans and dies.</stage>

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1324"/></p></sp>

<sp who="edw."><speaker>Edw.</speaker><p>Whose soul is that which takes her heavy leave?
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1325"/></p></sp>

<sp who="rich."><speaker>Rich.</speaker><p>A deadly groan, like life and death's departing.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1326"/></p></sp>

<sp who="edw."><speaker>Edw.</speaker><p>See who it is: <lb ed="F1" n="1327"/>and, now the battle's ended,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1328"/>If friend or foe, let him be gently used.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1329"/></p></sp>

<sp who="rich."><speaker>Rich.</speaker><p>Revoke that doom of mercy, for 'tis Clifford;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1330"/>Who not contented that he lopp'd the branch
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1331"/>In hewing Rutland when his leaves put forth,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1332"/>But set his murdering knife unto the root
<lb ed="G" n="50"/><lb ed="F1" n="1333"/>From whence that tender spray did sweetly spring,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1334"/>I mean our princely father, Duke of York.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1335"/></p></sp>

<sp who="war."><speaker>War.</speaker><p>From off the gates of York fetch down the head,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1336"/>Your father's head, which Clifford placed there;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1337"/>Instead whereof let this supply the room:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1338"/>Measure for measure must be answered.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1339"/></p></sp>

<sp who="edw."><speaker>Edw.</speaker><p>Bring forth that fatal screech-owl to our house,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1340"/>That nothing sung but death to us and ours:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1341"/>Now death shall stop his dismal threatening sound,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1342"/>And his ill-boding tongue no more shall speak.
<lb ed="G" n="60"/><lb ed="F1" n="1343"/></p></sp>

<sp who="war."><speaker>War.</speaker><p>I think his understanding is bereft.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1344"/>Speak, Clifford, dost thou know who speaks to thee?
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1345"/>Dark cloudy death o'ershades his beams of life,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1346"/>And he nor sees nor hears us what we say.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1347"/></p></sp>

<sp who="rich."><speaker>Rich.</speaker><p>O, would he did! and so perhaps he doth:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1348"/>'Tis but his policy to counterfeit,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1349"/>Because he would avoid such bitter taunts
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1350"/>Which in the time of death he gave our father.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1351"/></p></sp>

<sp who="geo."><speaker>Geo.</speaker><p>If so thou think'st, <lb ed="F1" n="1352"/>vex him with eager words.
<lb ed="G" n="69"/><lb ed="F1" n="1353"/></p></sp>

<sp who="rich."><speaker>Rich.</speaker><p>Clifford, ask mercy and obtain no grace.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1354"/></p></sp>

<sp who="edw."><speaker>Edw.</speaker><p>Clifford, repent in bootless penitence.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1355"/></p></sp>

<sp who="war."><speaker>War.</speaker><p>Clifford, devise excuses for thy faults.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1356"/></p></sp>

<sp who="geo."><speaker>Geo.</speaker><p>While we devise fell tortures for thy faults.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1357"/></p></sp>

<sp who="rich."><speaker>Rich.</speaker><p>Thou didst love York, and I am son to York.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1358"/></p></sp>

<sp who="edw."><speaker>Edw.</speaker><p>Thou pitied'st Rutland; I will pity thee.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1359"/></p></sp>

<sp who="geo."><speaker>Geo.</speaker><p>Where's Captain Margaret, to fence you now?
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1360"/></p></sp>

<sp who="war."><speaker>War.</speaker><p>They mock thee, Clifford: <lb ed="F1" n="1361"/>swear as thou wast wont.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1362"/></p></sp>

<sp who="rich."><speaker>Rich.</speaker><p>What, not an oath? nay, then the world goes hard
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1363"/>When Clifford cannot spare his friends an oath.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1364"/>I know by that he's dead; and, by my soul,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1365"/>If this right hand would buy two hours' life,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1366"/>That I in all despite might rail at him,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1367"/>This hand should chop it off, and with the issuing blood
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1368"/>Stifle the villain whose unstanched thirst
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1369"/>York and young Rutland could not satisfy.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1370"/></p></sp>

<sp who="war."><speaker>War.</speaker><p>Ay, but he's dead: off with the traitor's head,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1371"/>And rear it in the place your father's stands.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1372"/>And now to London with triumphant march,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1373"/>There to be crowned England's royal king:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1374"/>From whence shall Warwick cut the sea to France,
<lb ed="G" n="90"/><lb ed="F1" n="1375"/>And ask the Lady Bona for thy queen:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1376"/>So shalt thou sinew both these lands together;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1377"/>And, having France thy friend, thou shalt not dread
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1378"/>The scatter'd foe that hopes to rise again;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1379"/>For though they cannot greatly sting to hurt,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1380"/>Yet look to have them buzz to offend thine ears.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1381"/>First will I see the coronation;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1382"/>And then to Brittany I'll cross the sea,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1383"/>To effect this marriage, so it please my lord.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1384"/></p></sp>

<sp who="edw."><speaker>Edw.</speaker><p>Even as thou wilt, sweet Warwick, let it be;
<lb ed="G" n="100"/><lb ed="F1" n="1385"/>For in thy shoulder do I build my seat,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1386"/>And never will I undertake the thing
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1387"/>Wherein thy counsel and consent is wanting.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1388"/>Richard, I will create thee Duke of Gloucester,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1389"/>And George, of Clarence: Warwick, as ourself,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1390"/>Shall do and undo as him pleaseth best.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1391"/></p></sp>

<sp who="rich."><speaker>Rich.</speaker><p>Let me be Duke of Clarence, George of Gloucester;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1392"/>For Gloucester's dukedom is too ominous.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1393"/></p></sp>

<sp who="war."><speaker>War.</speaker><p>Tut, that's a foolish observation;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1394"/>Richard, be Duke of Gloucester. Now to London,
<lb ed="G" n="110"/><lb ed="F1" n="1395"/>To see these honours in possession.

<stage type="exit">Exeunt.</stage>
</p></sp>
</div2>
</div1>
<div1 type="act" n="3">
<head>ACT III</head>
<div2 type="scene" n="1">
<head>SCENE I</head>
<stage type="setting">A forest in the north of England.</stage>
<lb ed="F1" n="1396"/><stage type="entrance"> Enter two Keepers, with cross-bows <lb ed="F1" n="1397"/>in their hands.</stage>

  <lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1398"/><sp who="first-keep."><speaker>First Keep.</speaker><p>Under this thick-grown brake we'll shroud ourselves;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1399"/>For through this laund anon the deer will come;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1400"/>And in this covert will we make our stand,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1401"/>Culling the principal of all the deer.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1402"/></p></sp>

<sp who="sec.-keep."><speaker>Sec. Keep.</speaker><p>I'll stay above the hill, so both may shoot.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1403"/></p></sp>

<sp who="first-keep."><speaker>First Keep.</speaker><p>That cannot be; the noise of thy cross-bow
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1404"/>Will scare the herd, and so my shoot is lost.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1405"/>Here stand we both, and aim we at the best:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1406"/>And, for the time shall not seem tedious,
<lb ed="G" n="10"/><lb ed="F1" n="1407"/>I'll tell thee what befell me on a day
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1408"/>In this self-place where now we mean to stand.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1409"/></p></sp>

<sp who="sec.-keep."><speaker>Sec. Keep.</speaker><p>Here comes a man; let's stay till he be past.
<lb ed="F1" n="1410"/><stage type="entrance">Enter KING HENRY, disguised, with a prayerbook.</stage>
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1411"/></p></sp>

<sp who="k.-hen."><speaker>K. Hen.</speaker><p>From Scotland am I stol'n, even of pure love,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1412"/>To greet mine own land with my wishful sight.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1413"/>No, Harry, Harry, 'tis no land of thine;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1414"/>Thy place is fill'd, thy sceptre wrung from thee,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1415"/>Thy balm wash'd off wherewith thou wast anointed:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1416"/>No bending knee will call thee C&aelig;sar now,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1417"/>No humble suitors press to speak for right,
<lb ed="G" n="20"/><lb ed="F1" n="1418"/>No, not a man comes for redress of thee;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1419"/>For how can I help them, and not myself?
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1420"/></p></sp>

<sp who="first-keep."><speaker>First Keep.</speaker><p>Ay, here's a deer whose skin's a keeper's fee:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1421"/>This is the quondam king; let's seize upon him.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1422"/></p></sp>

<sp who="k.-hen."><speaker>K. Hen.</speaker><p>Let me embrace thee, sour adversity,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1423"/>For wise men say it is the wisest course.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1424"/></p></sp>

<sp who="sec.-keep."><speaker>Sec. Keep.</speaker><p>Why linger we? let us lay hands upon him.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1425"/></p></sp>

<sp who="first-keep."><speaker>First Keep.</speaker><p>Forbear awhile; we'll hear a little more.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1426"/></p></sp>

<sp who="k.-hen."><speaker>K. Hen.</speaker><p>My queen and son are gone to France for aid;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1427"/>And, as I hear, the great commanding Warwick
<lb ed="G" n="30"/><lb ed="F1" n="1428"/>Is thither gone, to crave the French king's sister
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1429"/>To wife for Edward: if this news be true,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1430"/>Poor queen and son, your labour is but lost;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1431"/>For Warwick is a subtle orator,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1432"/>And Lewis a prince soon won with moving words.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1433"/>By this account then Margaret may win him;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1434"/>For she's a woman to be pitied much:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1435"/>Her sighs will make a battery in his breast;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1436"/>Her tears will pierce into a marble heart;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1437"/>The tiger will be mild whiles she doth mourn;
<lb ed="G" n="40"/><lb ed="F1" n="1438"/>And Nero will be tainted with remorse,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1439"/>To hear and see her plaints, her brinish tears.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1440"/>Ay, but she's come to beg, Warwick, to give;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1441"/>She, on his left side, craving aid for Henry,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1442"/>He, on his right, asking a wife for Edward.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1443"/>She weeps, and says her Henry is deposed;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1444"/>He smiles, and says his Edward is install'd;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1445"/>That she, poor wretch, for grief can speak no more;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1446"/>Whiles Warwick tells his title, smooths the wrong,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1447"/>Inferreth arguments of mighty strength,
<lb ed="G" n="50"/><lb ed="F1" n="1448"/>And in conclusion wins the king from her,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1449"/>With promise of his sister, and what else,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1450"/>To strengthen and support King Edward's place.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1451"/>O Margaret, thus 'twill be; and thou, poor soul,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1452"/>Art then forsaken, as thou went'st forlorn!
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1453"/></p></sp>

<sp who="sec.-keep."><speaker>Sec. Keep.</speaker><p>Say, what art thou that talk'st of kings and queens?
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1454"/></p></sp>

<sp who="k.-hen."><speaker>K. Hen.</speaker><p>More than I seem, and less than I was born to:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1455"/>A man at least, for less I should not be;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1456"/>And men may talk of kings, and why not I?
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1457"/></p></sp>

<sp who="sec.-keep."><speaker>Sec. Keep.</speaker><p>Ay, but thou talk'st as if thou wert a king.
<lb ed="G" n="60"/><lb ed="F1" n="1458"/></p></sp>

<sp who="k.-hen."><speaker>K. Hen.</speaker><p>Why, so I am, in mind; and that's enough.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1459"/></p></sp>

<sp who="sec.-keep."><speaker>Sec. Keep.</speaker><p>But, if thou be a king, where is thy crown?
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1460"/></p></sp>

<sp who="k.-hen."><speaker>K. Hen.</speaker><p>My crown is in my heart, not on my head;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1461"/>Not deck'd with diamonds and Indian stones,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1462"/>Nor to be seen: my crown is called content:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1463"/>A crown it is that seldom kings enjoy.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1464"/></p></sp>

<sp who="sec.-keep."><speaker>Sec. Keep.</speaker><p>Well, if you be a king crown'd with content,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1465"/>Your crown content and you must be contented
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1466"/>To go along with us; for, as we think,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1467"/>You are the king King Edward hath deposed;
<lb ed="G" n="70"/><lb ed="F1" n="1468"/>And we his subjects sworn in all allegiance
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1469"/>Will apprehend you as his enemy.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1470"/></p></sp>

<sp who="k.-hen."><speaker>K. Hen.</speaker><p>But did you never swear, and break an oath?
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1471"/></p></sp>

<sp who="sec.-keep."><speaker>Sec. Keep.</speaker><p>No, never such an oath; nor will not now.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1472"/></p></sp>

<sp who="k.-hen."><speaker>K. Hen.</speaker><p>Where did you dwell when I was King of England?
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1473"/></p></sp>

<sp who="sec.-keep."><speaker>Sec. Keep.</speaker><p>Here in this country, where we now remain.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1474"/></p></sp>

<sp who="k.-hen."><speaker>K. Hen.</speaker><p>I was anointed king at nine months old;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1475"/>My father and my grandfather were kings,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1476"/>And you were sworn true subjects unto me:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1477"/>And tell me, then, have you not broke your oaths?
<lb ed="G" n="80"/><lb ed="F1" n="1478"/></p></sp>

<sp who="first-keep."><speaker>First Keep.</speaker><p>No;
<lb ed="G"/>For we were subjects but while you were king.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1479"/></p></sp>

<sp who="k.-hen."><speaker>K. Hen.</speaker><p>Why, am I dead? do I not breathe a man?
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1480"/>Ah, simple men, you know not what you swear!
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1481"/>Look, as I blow this feather from my face,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1482"/>And as the air blows it to me again,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1483"/>Obeying with my wind when I do blow,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1484"/>And yielding to another when it blows,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1485"/>Commanded always by the greater gust;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1486"/>Such is the lightness of you common men.
<lb ed="G" n="90"/><lb ed="F1" n="1487"/>But do not break your oaths; for of that sin
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1488"/>My mild entreaty shall not make you guilty.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1489"/>Go where you will, the king shall be commanded;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1490"/>And be you kings, command, and I'll obey.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1491"/></p></sp>

<sp who="first-keep."><speaker>First Keep.</speaker><p>We are true subjects to the king, <lb ed="F1" n="1492"/>King Edward.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1493"/></p></sp>

<sp who="k.-hen."><speaker>K. Hen.</speaker><p>So would you be again to Henry,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1494"/>If he were seated as King Edward is.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1495"/></p></sp>

<sp who="first-keep."><speaker>First Keep.</speaker><p>We charge you, in God's name, and the king's,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1496"/>To go with us unto the officers.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1497"/></p></sp>

<sp who="k.-hen."><speaker>K. Hen.</speaker><p>In God's name, lead; your king's name be obey'd:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1498"/>And what God will, that let your king perform;
<lb ed="G" n="101"/><lb ed="F1" n="1499"/>And what he will, I humbly yield unto.

<stage type="exit">Exeunt.</stage>
</p></sp></div2>
<div2 type="scene" n="2">
<head>SCENE II</head>
<stage type="setting">London.  The palace.</stage>
<lb ed="F1" n="1500"/><stage type="entrance"> Enter KING EDWARD, GLOUCESTER, CLARENCE, and LADY GREY. </stage>

  <lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1501"/><sp who="k.-edw."><speaker>K. Edw.</speaker><p>Brother of Gloucester, at Saint Alban's field
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1502"/>This lady's husband, Sir Richard Grey, was slain,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1503"/>His lands then seized by the conqueror:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1504"/>Her suit is now to repossess those lands;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1505"/>Which we in justice cannot well deny,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1506"/>Because in quarrel of the house of York
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1507"/>The worthy gentleman did lose his life.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1508"/></p></sp>

<sp who="glou."><speaker>Glou.</speaker><p>Your highness shall do well to grant her suit;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1509"/>It were dishonour to deny it her.
<lb ed="G" n="10"/><lb ed="F1" n="1510"/></p></sp>

<sp who="k.-edw."><speaker>K. Edw.</speaker><p>It were no less; but yet I'll make a pause.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1511"/></p></sp>

<sp who="glou."><speaker>Glou.</speaker><p><stage>Aside to Clar.</stage>Yea, is it so?
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1512"/>I see the lady hath a thing to grant,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1513"/>Before the king will grant her humble suit.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1514"/></p></sp>

<sp who="clar."><speaker>Clar.</speaker><p><stage>Aside to Glou.</stage>He knows the game: how true he keeps <lb ed="F1" n="1515"/>the wind!
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1516"/></p></sp>

<sp who="glou."><speaker>Glou.</speaker><p><stage>Aside to Clar.</stage>Silence!
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1517"/></p></sp>

<sp who="k.-edw."><speaker>K. Edw.</speaker><p>Widow, we will consider of your suit;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1518"/>And come some other time to know our mind.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1519"/></p></sp>

<sp who="l.-grey."><speaker>L. Grey.</speaker><p>Right gracious lord, I cannot brook delay:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1520"/>May it please your highness to resolve me now;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1521"/>And what your pleasure is, shall satisfy me.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1522"/></p></sp>

<sp who="glou."><speaker>Glou.</speaker><p><stage>Aside to Clar.</stage>Ay, widow? then
<lb ed="G"/>I'll warrant you all your lands,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1523"/>An if what pleases him shall pleasure you.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1524"/>Fight closer, or, good faith, you'll catch a blow.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1525"/></p></sp>

<sp who="clar."><speaker>Clar.</speaker><p><stage>[Aside to Glou.]</stage>I fear her not, unless she chance to fall.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1526"/></p></sp>

<sp who="glou."><speaker>Glou.</speaker><p><stage>[Aside to Clar.]</stage>God forbid that! for he'll take vantages.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1527"/></p></sp>

<sp who="k.-edw."><speaker>K. Edw.</speaker><p>How many children hast thou, widow? tell <lb ed="F1" n="1528"/>me.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1529"/></p></sp>

<sp who="clar."><speaker>Clar.</speaker><p><stage>[Aside to Glou.]</stage>I think he means to beg a child of her.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1530"/></p></sp>

<sp who="glou."><speaker>Glou.</speaker><p><stage>[Aside to Clar.]</stage>Nay, whip me then: he'll rather give her two.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1531"/></p></sp>

<sp who="l.-grey."><speaker>L. Grey.</speaker><p>Three, my most gracious lord.
<lb ed="G" n="30"/><lb ed="F1" n="1532"/></p></sp>

<sp who="glou."><speaker>Glou.</speaker><p><stage>[Aside to Clar.]</stage>You shall have four, if you'll be ruled by him.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1533"/></p></sp>

<sp who="k.-edw."><speaker>K. Edw.</speaker><p>'Twere pity they should lose their father's <lb ed="F1" n="1534"/>lands.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1535"/></p></sp>

<sp who="l.-grey."><speaker>L. Grey.</speaker><p>Be pitiful, dread lord, and grant it then.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1536"/></p></sp>

<sp who="k.-edw."><speaker>K. Edw.</speaker><p>Lords, give us leave: I'll try this widow's <lb ed="F1" n="1537"/>wit.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1538"/></p></sp>

<sp who="glou."><speaker>Glou.</speaker><p><stage>[Aside to Clar.]</stage>Ay, good leave have you; for you will have leave,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1539"/>Till youth take leave and leave you to the crutch.
<stage>[Glou. and Clar. retire. </stage>

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1540"/></p></sp>

<sp who="k.-edw."><speaker>K. Edw.</speaker><p>Now tell me, madam, do you love your <lb ed="F1" n="1541"/>children?
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1542"/></p></sp>

<sp who="l.-grey."><speaker>L. Grey.</speaker><p>Ay, full as dearly as I love myself.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1543"/></p></sp>

<sp who="k.-edw."><speaker>K. Edw.</speaker><p>And would you not do much to do them <lb ed="F1" n="1544"/>good?
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1545"/></p></sp>

<sp who="l.-grey."><speaker>L. Grey.</speaker><p>To do them good, I would sustain some <lb ed="F1" n="1546"/>harm.
<lb ed="G" n="40"/><lb ed="F1" n="1547"/></p></sp>

<sp who="k.-edw."><speaker>K. Edw.</speaker><p>Then get your husband's lands, to do them <lb ed="F1" n="1548"/>good.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1549"/></p></sp>

<sp who="l.-grey."><speaker>L. Grey.</speaker><p>Therefore I came unto your majesty.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1550"/></p></sp>

<sp who="k.-edw."><speaker>K. Edw.</speaker><p>I'll tell you how these lands are to be got.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1551"/></p></sp>

<sp who="l.-grey."><speaker>L. Grey.</speaker><p>So shall you bind me to your highness' service.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1552"/></p></sp>

<sp who="k.-edw."><speaker>K. Edw.</speaker><p>What service wilt thou do me, if I give them?
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1553"/></p></sp>

<sp who="l.-grey."><speaker>L. Grey.</speaker><p>What you command, that rests in me to do.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1554"/></p></sp>

<sp who="k.-edw."><speaker>K. Edw.</speaker><p>But you will take exceptions to my boon.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1555"/></p></sp>

<sp who="l.-grey."><speaker>L. Grey.</speaker><p>No, gracious lord, except I cannot do it.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1556"/></p></sp>

<sp who="k.-edw."><speaker>K. Edw.</speaker><p>Ay, but thou canst do what I mean to ask.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1557"/></p></sp>

<sp who="l.-grey."><speaker>L. Grey.</speaker><p>Why, then I will do what your grace <lb ed="F1" n="1558"/>commands.
<lb ed="G" n="50"/><lb ed="F1" n="1559"/></p></sp>

<sp who="glou."><speaker>Glou.</speaker><p><stage>[Aside to Clar.]</stage>He plies her hard; and much rain wears the <lb ed="F1" n="1560"/>marble.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1561"/></p></sp>

<sp who="clar."><speaker>Clar.</speaker><p><stage>[Aside to Glou.]</stage>As red as fire! nay, then her wax must melt.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1562"/></p></sp>

<sp who="l.-grey."><speaker>L. Grey.</speaker><p>What stops my lord? shall I not hear my <lb ed="F1" n="1563"/>task?
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1564"/></p></sp>

<sp who="k.-edw."><speaker>K. Edw.</speaker><p>An easy task; 'tis but to love a king.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1565"/></p></sp>

<sp who="l.-grey."><speaker>L. Grey.</speaker><p>That's soon perform'd, because I am a subject.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1566"/></p></sp>

<sp who="k.-edw."><speaker>K. Edw.</speaker><p>Why, then, thy husband's lands I freely give <lb ed="F1" n="1567"/>thee.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1568"/></p></sp>

<sp who="l.-grey."><speaker>L. Grey.</speaker><p>I take my leave with many thousand thanks.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1569"/></p></sp>

<sp who="glou."><speaker>Glou.</speaker><p><stage>[Aside to Clar.]</stage>The match is made; she seals it with a curtsy.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1570"/></p></sp>

<sp who="k.-edw."><speaker>K. Edw.</speaker><p>But stay thee, 'tis the fruits of love I mean.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1571"/></p></sp>

<sp who="l.-grey."><speaker>L. Grey.</speaker><p>The fruits of love I mean, my loving liege.
<lb ed="G" n="60"/><lb ed="F1" n="1572"/></p></sp>

<sp who="k.-edw."><speaker>K. Edw.</speaker><p>Ay, but, I fear me, in another sense.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1573"/>What love think'st thou, I sue so much to get?
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1574"/></p></sp>

<sp who="l.-grey."><speaker>L. Grey.</speaker><p>My love till death, my humble thanks, my prayers;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1575"/>That love which virtue begs and virtue grants.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1576"/></p></sp>

<sp who="k.-edw."><speaker>K. Edw.</speaker><p>No, by my troth, I did not mean such love.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1577"/></p></sp>

<sp who="l.-grey."><speaker>L. Grey.</speaker><p>Why, then you mean not as I thought you did.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1578"/></p></sp>

<sp who="k.-edw."><speaker>K. Edw.</speaker><p>But now you partly may perceive my mind.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1579"/></p></sp>

<sp who="l.-grey."><speaker>L. Grey.</speaker><p>My mind will never grant what I perceive
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1580"/>Your highness aims at, if I aim aright.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1581"/></p></sp>

<sp who="k.-edw."><speaker>K. Edw.</speaker><p>To tell thee plain, I aim to lie with thee.
<lb ed="G" n="70"/><lb ed="F1" n="1582"/></p></sp>

<sp who="l.-grey."><speaker>L. Grey.</speaker><p>To tell you plain, I had rather lie in prison.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1583"/></p></sp>

<sp who="k.-edw."><speaker>K. Edw.</speaker><p>Why, then thou shalt not have thy husband's <lb ed="F1" n="1584"/>lands.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1585"/></p></sp>

<sp who="l.-grey."><speaker>L. Grey.</speaker><p>Why, then mine honesty shall be my dower;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1586"/>For by that loss I will not purchase them.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1587"/></p></sp>

<sp who="k.-edw."><speaker>K. Edw.</speaker><p>Therein thou wrong'st thy children mightily.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1588"/></p></sp>

<sp who="l.-grey."><speaker>L. Grey.</speaker><p>Herein your highness wrongs both them and me.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1589"/>But, mighty lord, this merry inclination
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1590"/>Accords not with the sadness of my suit:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1591"/>Please you dismiss me, either with 'ay' or 'no.'
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1592"/></p></sp>

<sp who="k.-edw."><speaker>K. Edw.</speaker><p>Ay, if thou wilt say 'ay' to my request;
<lb ed="G" n="80"/><lb ed="F1" n="1593"/>No, if thou dost say 'no' to my demand.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1594"/></p></sp>

<sp who="l.-grey."><speaker>L. Grey.</speaker><p>Then, no, my lord. My suit is at an end.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1595"/></p></sp>

<sp who="glou."><speaker>Glou.</speaker><p><stage>[Aside to Clar.]</stage>The widow likes him not, she knits her <lb ed="F1" n="1596"/>brows.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1597"/></p></sp>

<sp who="clar."><speaker>Clar.</speaker><p><stage>Aside to Glou.</stage>He is the bluntest wooer in <lb ed="F1" n="1598"/>Christendom.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1599"/></p></sp>

<sp who="k.-edw."><speaker>K. Edw.</speaker><p><stage>[Aside]</stage>Her looks do argue her replete with modesty;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1600"/>Her words do show her wit incomparable;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1601"/>All her perfections challenge sovereignty:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1602"/>One way or other, she is for a king;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1603"/>And she shall be my love, or else my queen.--
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1604"/>Say that King Edward take thee for his queen?
<lb ed="G" n="90"/><lb ed="F1" n="1605"/></p></sp>

<sp who="l.-grey."><speaker>L. Grey.</speaker><p>'Tis better said than done, my gracious lord:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1606"/>I am a subject fit to jest withal,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1607"/>But far unfit to be a sovereign.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1608"/></p></sp>

<sp who="k.-edw."><speaker>K. Edw.</speaker><p>Sweet widow, by my state I swear to thee
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1609"/>I speak no more than what my soul intends:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1610"/>And that is, to enjoy thee for my love.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1611"/></p></sp>

<sp who="l.-grey."><speaker>L. Grey.</speaker><p>And that is more than I will yield unto:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1612"/>I know I am too mean to be your queen,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1613"/>And yet too good to be your concubine.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1614"/></p></sp>

<sp who="k.-edw."><speaker>K. Edw.</speaker><p>You cavil, widow: I did mean, my queen.
<lb ed="G" n="100"/><lb ed="F1" n="1615"/></p></sp>

<sp who="l.-grey."><speaker>L. Grey.</speaker><p>'Twill grieve your grace my sons should call <lb ed="F1" n="1616"/>you father.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1617"/></p></sp>

<sp who="k.-edw."><speaker>K. Edw.</speaker><p>No more than when my daughters <lb ed="F1" n="1618"/>call thee mother.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1619"/>Thou art a widow, and thou hast some children;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1620"/>And, by God's mother, I, being but a bachelor,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1621"/>Have other some: why, 'tis a happy thing
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1622"/>To be the father unto many sons.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1623"/>Answer no more, for thou shalt be my queen.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1624"/></p></sp>

<sp who="glou."><speaker>Glou.</speaker><p><stage>[Aside to Clar.]</stage>The ghostly father now hath done his shrift.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1625"/></p></sp>

<sp who="clar."><speaker>Clar.</speaker><p><stage>[Aside to Glou.]</stage>When he was made a shriver, 'twas for shift.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1626"/></p></sp>

<sp who="k.-edw."><speaker>K. Edw.</speaker><p>Brothers, you muse what chat we two have <lb ed="F1" n="1627"/>had.
<lb ed="G" n="110"/><lb ed="F1" n="1628"/></p></sp>

<sp who="glou."><speaker>Glou.</speaker><p>The widow likes it not, for she looks very <lb ed="F1" n="1629"/>sad.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1630"/></p></sp>

<sp who="k.-edw."><speaker>K. Edw.</speaker><p>You'd think it strange if I should marry <lb ed="F1" n="1631"/>her.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1632"/></p></sp>

<sp who="clar."><speaker>Clar.</speaker><p>To whom, my lord?
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1633"/></p></sp>

<sp who="k.-edw."><speaker>K. Edw.</speaker><p>Why, Clarence, to myself.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1634"/></p></sp>

<sp who="glou."><speaker>Glou.</speaker><p>That would be ten days' wonder at the least.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1635"/></p></sp>

<sp who="clar."><speaker>Clar.</speaker><p>That's a day longer than a wonder lasts.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1636"/></p></sp>

<sp who="glou."><speaker>Glou.</speaker><p>By so much is the wonder in extremes.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1637"/></p></sp>

<sp who="k.-edw."><speaker>K. Edw.</speaker><p>Well, jest on, brothers: I can tell you both
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1638"/>Her suit is granted for her husband's lands.
<lb ed="F1" n="1639"/><stage type="entrance">               Enter a Nobleman.</stage>
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1640"/></p></sp>

<sp who="nob."><speaker>Nob.</speaker><p>My gracious lord, Henry your foe is taken
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1641"/>And brought your prisoner to your palace gate.
<lb ed="G" n="120"/><lb ed="F1" n="1642"/></p></sp>

<sp who="k.-edw."><speaker>K. Edw.</speaker><p>See that he be convey'd unto the Tower:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1643"/>And go we, brothers, to the man that took him,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1644"/>To question of his apprehension.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1645"/>Widow, go you along. Lords, use her honourably.
<lb ed="F1" n="1646"/><stage type="exit">Exeunt all but Gloucester. </stage>
<lb ed="F1" n="1647"/>
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1648"/></p></sp>

<sp who="glou."><speaker>Glou.</speaker><p>Ay, Edward will use women honourably.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1649"/>Would he were wasted, marrow bones and all,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1650"/>That from his loins no hopeful branch may spring,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1651"/>To cross me from the golden time I look for!
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1652"/>And yet, between my soul's desire and me--
<lb ed="G" n="129"/><lb ed="F1" n="1653"/>The lustful Edward's title buried--
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1654"/>Is Clarence, Henry, and his son young Edward,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1655"/>And all the unlook'd for issue of their bodies,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1656"/>To take their rooms, ere I can place myself:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1657"/>A cold premeditation for my purpose!
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1658"/>Why, then, I do but dream on sovereignty;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1659"/>Like one that stands upon a promontory,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1660"/>And spies a far-off shore where he would tread,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1661"/>Wishing his foot were equal with his eye,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1662"/>And chides the sea that sunders him from thence,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1663"/>Saying, he'll lade it dry to have his way:
<lb ed="G" n="140"/><lb ed="F1" n="1664"/>So do I wish the crown, being so far off;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1665"/>And so I chide the means that keeps me from it;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1666"/>And so I say, I'll cut the causes off,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1667"/>Flattering me with impossibilities.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1668"/>My eye's too quick, my heart o'erweens too much,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1669"/>Unless my hand and strength could equal them.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1670"/>Well, say there is no kingdom then for Richard;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1671"/>What other pleasure can the world afford?
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1672"/>I'll make my heaven in a lady's lap,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1673"/>And deck my body in gay ornaments,
<lb ed="G" n="150"/><lb ed="F1" n="1674"/>And witch sweet ladies with my words and looks.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1675"/>O miserable thought! and more unlikely
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1676"/>Than to accomplish twenty golden crowns!
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1677"/>Why, love forswore me in my mother's womb:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1678"/>And, for I should not deal in her soft laws,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1679"/>She did corrupt frail nature with some bribe,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1680"/>To shrink mine arm up like a wither'd shrub;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1681"/>To make an envious mountain on my back,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1682"/>Where sits deformity to mock my body;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1683"/>To shape my legs of an unequal size;
<lb ed="G" n="160"/><lb ed="F1" n="1684"/>To disproportion me in every part,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1685"/>Like to a chaos, or an unlick'd bear-whelp
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1686"/>That carries no impression like the dam.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1687"/>And am I then a man to be beloved?
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1688"/>O monstrous fault, to harbour such a thought!
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1689"/>Then, since this earth affords no joy to me,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1690"/>But to command, to check, to o'erbear such
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1691"/>As are of better person than myself,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1692"/>I'll make my heaven to dream upon the crown,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1693"/>And, whiles I live, to account this world but hell,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1694"/>Until my mis-shaped trunk that bears this head
<lb ed="G" n="171"/><lb ed="F1" n="1695"/>Be round impaled with a glorious crown.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1696"/>And yet I know not how to get the crown,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1697"/>For many lives stand between me and home:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1698"/>And I,--like one lost in a thorny wood,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1699"/>That rends the thorns and is rent with the thorns,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1700"/>Seeking a way and straying from the way;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1701"/>Not knowing how to find the open air,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1702"/>But toiling desperately to find it out,--
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1703"/>Torment myself to catch the English crown:
<lb ed="G" n="180"/><lb ed="F1" n="1704"/>And from that torment I will free myself,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1705"/>Or hew my way out with a bloody axe.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1706"/>Why, I can smile, and murder whiles I smile,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1707"/>And cry 'Content' to that which grieves my heart,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1708"/>And wet my cheeks with artificial tears,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1709"/>And frame my face to all occasions.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1710"/>I'll drown more sailors than the mermaid shall;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1711"/>I'll slay more gazers than the basilisk;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1712"/>I'll play the orator as well as Nestor,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1713"/>Deceive more slily than Ulysses could,
<lb ed="G" n="190"/><lb ed="F1" n="1714"/>And, like a Simon, take another Troy.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1715"/>I can add colours to the chameleon,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1716"/>Change shapes with Proteus for advantages,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1717"/>And set the murderous Machiavel to school.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1718"/>Can I do this, and cannot get a crown?
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1719"/>Tut, were it farther off, I'll pluck it down.

<stage type="exit">Exit.</stage>
</p></sp>
</div2>
<div2 type="scene" n="3">
<head>SCENE III</head>
<stage type="setting">France.  The King's Palace</stage>
<lb ed="F1" n="1720"/><stage>Flourish.</stage>
<lb ed="F1" n="1721"/><stage type="entrance"> Enter LEWIS the French King, his sister BONA, his <lb ed="F1" n="1722"/>Admiral, called BOURBON: PRINCE EDWARD, <lb ed="F1" n="1723"/>QUEEN MARGARET, and the EARL OF OXFORD. <lb ed="F1" n="1724"/>LEWIS sits, and riseth up again.</stage>

  <lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1725"/><sp who="k.-lew."><speaker>K. Lew.</speaker><p>Fair Queen of England, worthy Margaret,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1726"/>Sit down with us: it ill befits thy state
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1727"/>And birth, that thou shouldst stand while Lewis doth sit.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1728"/></p></sp>

<sp who="q.-mar."><speaker>Q. Mar.</speaker><p>No, mighty King of France: now Margaret
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1729"/>Must strike her sail and learn awhile to serve
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1730"/>Where kings command. I was, I must confess,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1731"/>Great Albion's queen in former golden days:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1732"/>But now mischance hath trod my title down,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1733"/>And with dishonour laid me on the ground;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1734"/>Where I must take like seat unto my fortune,
<lb ed="G" n="11"/><lb ed="F1" n="1735"/>And to my humble seat conform myself.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1736"/></p></sp>

<sp who="k.-lew."><speaker>K. Lew.</speaker><p>Why, say, fair queen, whence springs this <lb ed="F1" n="1737"/>deep despair?
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1738"/></p></sp>

<sp who="q.-mar."><speaker>Q. Mar.</speaker><p>From such a cause as fills mine eyes with tears
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1739"/>And stops my tongue, while heart is drown'd in cares.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1740"/></p></sp>

<sp who="k.-lew."><speaker>K. Lew.</speaker><p>Whate'er it be, be thou still like thyself,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1741"/>And sit thee by our side: <stage>[Seats her by him]</stage>
<lb ed="F1" n="1742"/>yield not thy neck
<lb ed="G"/>To fortune's yoke, <lb ed="F1" n="1743"/>but let thy dauntless mind
<lb ed="G"/>Still ride in triumph <lb ed="F1" n="1744"/>over all mischance.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1745"/>Be plain, Queen Margaret, and tell thy grief;
<lb ed="G" n="20"/><lb ed="F1" n="1746"/>It shall be eased, if France can yield relief.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1747"/></p></sp>

<sp who="q.-mar."><speaker>Q. Mar.</speaker><p>Those gracious words <lb ed="F1" n="1748"/>revive my drooping thoughts
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1749"/>And give my tongue-tied sorrows leave to speak.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1750"/>Now, therefore, be it known to noble Lewis,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1751"/>That Henry, sole possessor of my love,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1752"/>Is of a king become a banish'd man,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1753"/>And forced to live in Scotland a forlorn;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1754"/>While proud ambitious Edward Duke of York
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1755"/>Usurps the regal title and the seat
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1756"/>Of England's true-anointed lawful king.
<lb ed="G" n="30"/><lb ed="F1" n="1757"/>This is the cause that I, poor Margaret,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1758"/>With this my son, Prince Edward, Henry's heir,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1759"/>Am come to crave thy just and lawful aid;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1760"/>And if thou fail us, all our hope is done:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1761"/>Scotland hath will to help, but cannot help;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1762"/>Our people and our peers are both misled,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1763"/>Our treasure seized, our soldiers put to flight,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1764"/>And, as then seest, ourselves in heavy plight.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1765"/></p></sp>

<sp who="k.-lew."><speaker>K. Lew.</speaker><p>Renowned queen, <lb ed="F1" n="1766"/>with patience calm the storm,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1767"/>While we bethink a means to break it off.
<lb ed="G" n="40"/><lb ed="F1" n="1768"/></p></sp>

<sp who="q.-mar."><speaker>Q. Mar.</speaker><p>The more we stay, the stronger grows our <lb ed="F1" n="1769"/>foe.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1770"/></p></sp>

<sp who="k.-lew."><speaker>K. Lew.</speaker><p>The more I stay, the more I'll succour thee.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1771"/></p></sp>

<sp who="q.-mar."><speaker>Q. Mar.</speaker><p>O, but impatience waiteth on true sorrow.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1772"/>And see where comes the breeder of my sorrow!
<lb ed="F1" n="1773"/><stage type="entrance">                Enter WARWICK.</stage>
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1774"/></p></sp>

<sp who="k.-lew."><speaker>K. Lew.</speaker><p>What's he approacheth boldly our <lb ed="F1" n="1775"/>presence?
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1776"/></p></sp>

<sp who="q.-mar."><speaker>Q. Mar.</speaker><p>Our Earl of Warwick, Edward's greatest <lb ed="F1" n="1777"/>friend.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1778"/></p></sp>

<sp who="k.-lew."><speaker>K. Lew.</speaker><p>Welcome, brave Warwick! What brings thee <lb ed="F1" n="1779"/>to France?

<stage>[He descends. She ariseth.</stage>

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1780"/></p></sp>

<sp who="q.-mar."><speaker>Q. Mar.</speaker><p>Ay, now begins a second storm to rise;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1781"/>For this is he that moves both wind and tide.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1782"/></p></sp>

<sp who="war."><speaker>War.</speaker><p>From worthy Edward, King of Albion,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1783"/>My lord and sovereign, and thy vowed friend,
<lb ed="G" n="51"/><lb ed="F1" n="1784"/>I come, in kindness and unfeigned love,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1785"/>First, to do greetings to thy royal person;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1786"/>And then to crave a league of amity;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1787"/>And lastly, to confirm that amity
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1788"/>With nuptial knot, if thou vouchsafe to grant
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1789"/>That virtuous Lady Bona, thy fair sister,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1790"/>To England's king in lawful marriage.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1791"/></p></sp>

<sp who="q.-mar."><speaker>Q. Mar.</speaker><p><stage>[Aside]</stage>If that go forward, Henry's hope is done.
<lb ed="G" n="59"/><lb ed="F1" n="1792"/></p></sp>

<sp who="war."><speaker>War.</speaker><p><stage>[To Bona]</stage>And, gracious madam, <lb ed="F1" n="1793"/>in our king's behalf,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1794"/>I am commanded, with your leave and favour,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1795"/>Humbly to kiss your hand and with my tongue
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1796"/>To tell the passion of my sovereign's heart;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1797"/>Where fame, late entering at his heedful ears,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1798"/>Hath placed thy beauty's image and thy virtue.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1799"/></p></sp>

<sp who="q.-mar."><speaker>Q. Mar.</speaker><p>King Lewis and Lady Bona, hear me speak,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1800"/>Before you answer Warwick. His demand
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1801"/>Springs not from   Edward's well-meant honest love,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1802"/>But from deceit bred by necessity;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1803"/>For how can tyrants safely govern home,
<lb ed="G" n="70"/><lb ed="F1" n="1804"/>Unless abroad they purchase great alliance?
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1805"/>To prove him tyrant this reason may suffice,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1806"/>That Henry liveth still; but were he dead,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1807"/>Yet here Prince Edward stands, King Henry's son.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1808"/>Look, therefore, Lewis, that by this league and marriage
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1809"/>Thou draw not on thy danger and dishonour;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1810"/>For though usurpers sway the rule awhile,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1811"/>Yet heavens are just, and time suppresseth wrongs.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1812"/></p></sp>

<sp who="war."><speaker>War.</speaker><p>Injurious Margaret!
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1813"/></p></sp>

<sp who="prince."><speaker>Prince.</speaker><p>And why not queen?
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1814"/></p></sp>

<sp who="war."><speaker>War.</speaker><p>Because thy father Henry did usurp;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1815"/>And thou no more art prince than she is queen.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1816"/></p></sp>

<sp who="oxf."><speaker>Oxf.</speaker><p>Then Warwick disannuls great John of Gaunt,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1817"/>Which did subdue the greatest part of Spain;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1818"/>And, after John of Gaunt, Henry the Fourth,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1819"/>Whose wisdom was a mirror to the wisest;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1820"/>And, after that wise prince, Henry the Fifth,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1821"/>Who by his prowess conquered all France:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1822"/>From these our Henry lineally descends.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1823"/></p></sp>

<sp who="war."><speaker>War.</speaker><p>Oxford, how haps it, in this smooth discourse,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1824"/>You told not how Henry the Sixth hath lost
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1825"/>All that which Henry the Fifth had gotten?
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1826"/>Methinks these peers of France should smile at that.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1827"/>But for the rest, you tell a pedigree
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1828"/>Of threescore and two years; a silly time
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1829"/>To make prescription for a kingdom's worth.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1830"/></p></sp>

<sp who="oxf."><speaker>Oxf.</speaker><p>Why, Warwick canst thou speak against thy liege,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1831"/>Whom thou obeyed'st thirty and six years,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1832"/>And not betray thy treason with a blush?
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1833"/></p></sp>

<sp who="war."><speaker>War.</speaker><p>Can Oxford, that did ever fence the right,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1834"/>Now buckler falsehood with a pedigree?
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1835"/>For shame! leave Henry, and call Edward king.
<lb ed="G" n="101"/><lb ed="F1" n="1836"/></p></sp>

<sp who="oxf."><speaker>Oxf.</speaker><p>Call him my king by whose injurious doom
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1837"/>My elder brother, the Lord Aubrey Vere,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1838"/>Was done to death? and more than so, my father
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1839"/>Even in the downfall of his mellow'd years,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1840"/>When nature brought him to the door of death?
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1841"/>No, Warwick, no; while life upholds this arm,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1842"/>This arm upholds the house of Lancaster.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1843"/></p></sp>

<sp who="war."><speaker>War.</speaker><p>And I the house of York.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1844"/></p></sp>

<sp who="k.-lew."><speaker>K. Lew.</speaker><p>Queen Margaret, Prince Edward, and Oxford,
<lb ed="G" n="110"/><lb ed="F1" n="1845"/>Vouchsafe at our request, to stand aside,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1846"/>While I use further conference with Warwick.
<lb ed="F1" n="1847"/><stage>They stand aloof. </stage>

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1848"/></p></sp>

<sp who="q.-mar."><speaker>Q. Mar.</speaker><p>Heavens grant that Warwick's words bewitch <lb ed="F1" n="1849"/>him not!
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1850"/></p></sp>

<sp who="k.-lew."><speaker>K. Lew.</speaker><p>Now, Warwick, tell me, even upon thy conscience,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1851"/>Is Edward your true king? for I were loath
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1852"/>To link with him that were not lawful chosen.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1853"/></p></sp>

<sp who="war."><speaker>War.</speaker><p>Thereon I pawn my credit and mine <lb ed="F1" n="1854"/>honour.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1855"/></p></sp>

<sp who="k.-lew."><speaker>K. Lew.</speaker><p>But is he gracious in the people's eye?
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1856"/></p></sp>

<sp who="war."><speaker>War.</speaker><p>The more that Henry was unfortunate.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1857"/></p></sp>

<sp who="k.-lew."><speaker>K. Lew.</speaker><p>Then further, all dissembling set aside,
<lb ed="G" n="120"/><lb ed="F1" n="1858"/>Tell me for truth the measure of his love
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1859"/>Unto our sister Bona.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1860"/></p></sp>

<sp who="war."><speaker>War.</speaker><p>Such it seems
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1861"/>As may beseem a monarch like himself.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1862"/>Myself have often heard him say and swear
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1863"/>That this his love was an eternal plant,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1864"/>Whereof the root was fix'd in virtue's ground,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1865"/>The leaves and fruit maintain'd with beauty's sun,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1866"/>Exempt from envy, but not from disdain,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1867"/>Unless the Lady Bona quit his pain.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1868"/></p></sp>

<sp who="k.-lew."><speaker>K. Lew.</speaker><p>Now, sister, let us hear your firm resolve.
<lb ed="G" n="130"/><lb ed="F1" n="1869"/></p></sp>

<sp who="bona."><speaker>Bona.</speaker><p>Your grant, or your denial, shall be mine:
<stage>[To War.]</stage>
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1870"/>Yet I confess that often ere this day,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1871"/>When I have heard your king's desert recounted,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1872"/>Mine ear hath tempted judgment to desire.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1873"/></p></sp>

<sp who="k.-lew."><speaker>K. Lew.</speaker><p>Then, Warwick, thus: <lb ed="F1" n="1874"/>our sister shall be Edward's;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1875"/>And now forthwith shall articles be drawn
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1876"/>Touching the jointure that your king must make,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1877"/>Which with her dowry shall be counterpoised.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1878"/>Draw near, Queen Margaret, and be a witness
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1879"/>That Bona shall be wife to the English king.
<lb ed="G" n="140"/><lb ed="F1" n="1880"/></p></sp>

<sp who="prince."><speaker>Prince.</speaker><p>To Edward, but not to the English king.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1881"/></p></sp>

<sp who="q.-mar."><speaker>Q. Mar.</speaker><p>Deceitful Warwick! it was thy device
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1882"/>By this alliance to make void my suit:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1883"/>Before thy coming Lewis was Henry's friend.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1884"/></p></sp>

<sp who="k.-lew."><speaker>K. Lew.</speaker><p>And still is friend to him and Margaret:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1885"/>But if your title to the crown be weak,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1886"/>As may appear by Edward's good success,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1887"/>Then 'tis but reason that I be released
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1888"/>From giving aid which late I promised.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1889"/>Yet shall you have all kindness at my hand
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1890"/>That your estate requires and mine can yield.
<lb ed="G" n="151"/><lb ed="F1" n="1891"/></p></sp>

<sp who="war."><speaker>War.</speaker><p>Henry now lives in Scotland at his ease,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1892"/>Where having nothing, nothing can he lose.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1893"/>And as for you yourself, our quondam queen,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1894"/>You have a father able to maintain you;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1895"/>And better 'twere you troubled him than France.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1896"/></p></sp>

<sp who="q.-mar."><speaker>Q. Mar.</speaker><p>Peace, impudent and shameless Warwick, peace,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1897"/>Proud setter up and puller down of kings!
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1898"/>I will not hence, till, with my talk and tears,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1899"/>Both full of truth, I make King Lewis behold
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1900"/>Thy sly conveyance and thy lord's false love;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1901"/><lb ed="F1" n="1902"/>For both of you are birds of selfsame feather.
<stage>[Post blows a horn within.</stage>
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1903"/></p></sp>

<sp who="k.-lew."><speaker>K. Lew.</speaker><p>Warwick, this is some post to us or thee.
<lb ed="F1" n="1904"/><stage type="entrance">                  Enter a Post.</stage>
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1905"/></p></sp>

<sp who="post."><speaker>Post.</speaker><p><stage>[To War.]</stage>My lord ambassador, <lb ed="F1" n="1906"/>these letters are for you,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1907"/>Sent from your brother, Marquess Montague:
<stage>[To Lewis]</stage>
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1908"/>These from our king unto your majesty:
<stage>[To Margaret]</stage>
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1909"/>And, madam, these for you; <lb ed="F1" n="1910"/>from whom I know not.
<lb ed="F1" n="1911"/><stage>[They all read their letters.</stage>

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1912"/></p></sp>

<sp who="oxf."><speaker>Oxf.</speaker><p>I like it well that our fair queen and mistress
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1913"/>Smiles at her news, while Warwick frowns at his.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1914"/></p></sp>

<sp who="prince."><speaker>Prince.</speaker><p>Nay, mark how Lewis stamps, as he were <lb ed="F1" n="1915"/>nettled:
<lb ed="G" n="170"/>I hope all's for the best.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1916"/></p></sp>

<sp who="k.-lew."><speaker>K. Lew.</speaker><p>Warwick, what are thy news? <lb ed="F1" n="1917"/>and yours, fair queen?
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1918"/></p></sp>

<sp who="q.-mar."><speaker>Q. Mar.</speaker><p>Mine. such as fill my heart with unhoped joys.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1919"/></p></sp>

<sp who="war."><speaker>War.</speaker><p>Mine, full of sorrow and heart's discontent.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1920"/></p></sp>

<sp who="k.-lew."><speaker>K. Lew.</speaker><p>What! has your king married the Lady Grey?
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1921"/>And now, to soothe your forgery and his,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1922"/>Sends me a paper to persuade me patience?
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1923"/>Is this the alliance that he seeks with France?
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1924"/>Dare he presume to scorn us in this manner?
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1925"/></p></sp>

<sp who="q.-mar."><speaker>Q. Mar.</speaker><p>I told your majesty as much before:
<lb ed="G" n="180"/><lb ed="F1" n="1926"/>This proveth Edward's love and Warwick's honesty.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1927"/></p></sp>

<sp who="war."><speaker>War.</speaker><p>King Lewis, I here protest, in sight of heaven,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1928"/>And by the hope I have of heavenly bliss,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1929"/>That I am clear from   this misdeed of Edward's,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1930"/>No more my king, for he dishonours me,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1931"/>But most himself, if he could see his shame.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1932"/>Did I forget that by the house of York
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1933"/>My father came untimely to his death?
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1934"/>Did I let pass the abuse done to my niece?
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1935"/>Did I impale him with the regal crown?
<lb ed="G" n="190"/><lb ed="F1" n="1936"/>Did I put Henry from his native right?
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1937"/>And am I guerdon'd at the last with shame?
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1938"/>Shame on himself I for my desert is honour:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1939"/>And to repair my honour lost for him,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1940"/>I here renounce him and return to Henry.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1941"/>My noble queen, let former grudges pass,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1942"/>And henceforth I am thy true servitor:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1943"/>I will revenge his wrong to Lady Bona
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1944"/>And replant Henry in his former state.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1945"/></p></sp>

<sp who="q.-mar."><speaker>Q. Mar.</speaker><p>Warwick, <lb ed="F1" n="1946"/>these words have turn'd my hate to love;
<lb ed="G" n="200"/><lb ed="F1" n="1947"/>And I forgive and quite forget old faults,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1948"/>And joy that thou becomest King Henry's friend.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1949"/></p></sp>

<sp who="war."><speaker>War.</speaker><p>So much his friend, ay, his unfeigned friend,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1950"/>That, if King Lewis vouchsafe to furnish us
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1951"/>With some few bands of chosen soldiers,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1952"/>I'll undertake to land them on our coast
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1953"/>And force the tyrant from his seat by war.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1954"/>'Tis not his new-made bride shall succor him
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1955"/>And as for Clarence, as my letters tell me,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1956"/>He's likely now to fall from him,
<lb ed="G" n="210"/><lb ed="F1" n="1957"/>For matching more for wanton lust than honour,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1958"/>Or than for strength and safety of our country.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1959"/></p></sp>

<sp who="bona."><speaker>Bona.</speaker><p>Dear brother, how shall Bona be revenged
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1960"/>But by thy help to this distressed queen?
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1961"/></p></sp>

<sp who="q.-mar."><speaker>Q. Mar.</speaker><p>Renowned prince, how shall poor Henry live,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1962"/>Unless thou rescue him from foul despair?
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1963"/></p></sp>

<sp who="bona."><speaker>Bona.</speaker><p>My quarrel and this English queen's are one.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1964"/></p></sp>

<sp who="war."><speaker>War.</speaker><p>And mine, fair lady Bona, joins with yours.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1965"/></p></sp>

<sp who="k.-lew."><speaker>K. Lew.</speaker><p>And mine with hers, and thine, and Margaret's.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1966"/>Therefore at last I firmly am resolved
<lb ed="G" n="220"/><lb ed="F1" n="1967"/>You shall have aid.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1968"/></p></sp>

<sp who="q.-mar."><speaker>Q. Mar.</speaker><p>Let me give humble thanks for all at once.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1969"/></p></sp>

<sp who="k.-lew."><speaker>K. Lew.</speaker><p>Then, England's messenger, return in post,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1970"/>And tell false Edward, thy supposed king,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1971"/>That Lewis of France is sending over masquers
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1972"/>To revel it with him and his new bride:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1973"/>Thou seest what's past, go fear thy king withal.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1974"/></p></sp>

<sp who="bona."><speaker>Bona.</speaker><p>Tell him, in hope he'll prove a widower shortly,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1975"/>I'll wear the willow garland for his sake.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1976"/></p></sp>

<sp who="q.-mar."><speaker>Q. Mar.</speaker><p>Tell him, my mourning weeds are laid aside,
<lb ed="G" n="230"/><lb ed="F1" n="1977"/>And I am ready to put armour on.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1978"/></p></sp>

<sp who="war."><speaker>War.</speaker><p>Tell him   from   me that he hath done me wrong,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1979"/>And therefore I'll crown him ere't be long.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1980"/>There's thy reward: be gone.
<stage type="exit">Exit Post.</stage>

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1981"/></p></sp>

<sp who="k.-lew."><speaker>K. Lew.</speaker><p>But, Warwick,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1982"/>Thou and Oxford, with five thousand men,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1983"/>Shall cross the seas, and bid false Edward battle;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1984"/>And as occasion serves, this noble queen
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1985"/>And prince shall follow with a fresh supply.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1986"/>Yet, ere thou go, but answer me one doubt,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1987"/>What pledge have we of thy firm loyalty?
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1988"/></p></sp>

<sp who="war."><speaker>War.</speaker><p>This shall assure my constant loyalty,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1989"/>That if our queen and this young prince agree,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1990"/>I'll join mine eldest daughter and my joy
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1991"/>To him forthwith in holy wedlock bands.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1992"/></p></sp>

<sp who="q.-mar."><speaker>Q. Mar.</speaker><p>Yes, I agree, and thank you for your motion.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1993"/>Son Edward, she is fair and virtuous,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1994"/>Therefore delay not, give thy hand to Warwick;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1995"/>And with thy hand, thy faith irrevocable,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1996"/>That only Warwick's daughter shall be thine.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1997"/></p></sp>

<sp who="prince."><speaker>Prince.</speaker><p>Yes, I accept her, for she well deserves it;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="1998"/>And here, to pledge my vow, I give my hand.
<lb ed="F1" n="1999"/><stage>[He gives his hand to Warwick.</stage>

<lb ed="G" n="251"/><lb ed="F1" n="2000"/></p></sp>

<sp who="k.-lew."><speaker>K. Lew.</speaker><p>Why stay we now?   These soldiers shall be levied,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2001"/>And thou, Lord Bourbon, our high admiral,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2002"/>Shalt waft them over with our royal fleet.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2003"/>I long till Edward fall by war's mischance,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2004"/>For mocking marriage with a dame of France.
<lb ed="F1" n="2005"/><stage type="exit">[Exeunt all but Warwick.</stage>

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2006"/></p></sp>

<sp who="war."><speaker>War.</speaker><p>I came from Edward as ambassador,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2007"/>But I return his sworn and mortal foe:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2008"/>Matter of marriage was the charge he gave me,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2009"/>But dreadful war shall answer his demand.
<lb ed="G" n="260"/><lb ed="F1" n="2010"/>Had he none else to make a stale but me?
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2011"/>Then none but I shall turn his jest to sorrow.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2012"/>I was the chief that raised him to the crown,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2013"/>And I'll be chief to bring him down again:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2014"/>Not that I pity Henry's misery,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2015"/>But seek revenge on Edward's mockery.

<stage type="exit">Exit.</stage>
</p></sp>
</div2>
</div1>
<div1 type="act" n="4">
<head>ACT IV</head>
<div2 type="scene" n="1">
<head>SCENE I</head>
<stage type="setting">London.  The palace.</stage>
<lb ed="F1" n="2016"/><stage type="entrance">Enter GLOUCESTER, CLARENCE, SOMERSET, and <lb ed="F1" n="2017"/>MONTAGUE.</stage>

  <lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2018"/><sp who="glou."><speaker>Glou.</speaker><p>Now tell me, brother Clarence, what think you
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2019"/>Of this new marriage with the Lady Grey?
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2020"/>Hath not our brother made a worthy choice?
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2021"/></p></sp>

<sp who="clar."><speaker>Clar.</speaker><p>Alas, you know, 'tis far from hence to France;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2022"/>How could he stay till Warwick made return?
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2023"/></p></sp>

<sp who="som."><speaker>Som.</speaker><p>My lords, forbear this talk; here comes the <lb ed="F1" n="2024"/>king.
<lb ed="F1" n="2025"/><lb ed="F1" n="2026"/><lb ed="F1" n="2027"/><lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2028"/><lb ed="F1" n="2029"/></p></sp>

<sp who="glou."><speaker>Glou.</speaker><p>And his well-chosen bride.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2030"/></p></sp>

<sp who="clar."><speaker>Clar.</speaker><p>I mind to tell him plainly what I think.
<stage>Flourish.</stage><stage type="entrance">Enter KING EDWARD, attended;LADY GREY, as Queen;
PEMBROKE, STAFFORD, HASTINGS, and others.</stage>
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2031"/></p></sp>

<sp who="k.-edw."><speaker>K. Edw.</speaker><p>Now, brother of Clarence, <lb ed="F1" n="2032"/>how like you our choice,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2033"/>That you stand pensive, as half malcontent?
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2034"/></p></sp>

<sp who="clar."><speaker>Clar.</speaker><p>As well as Lewis of France, <lb ed="F1" n="2035"/>or the Earl of Warwick,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2036"/>Which are so weak of courage and in judgement
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2037"/>That they'll take no offence at our abuse.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2038"/></p></sp>

<sp who="k.-edw."><speaker>K. Edw.</speaker><p>Suppose they take offence without a cause,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2039"/>They are but Lewis and Warwick: I am Edward,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2040"/>Your king and Warwick's, and must have my will.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2041"/></p></sp>

<sp who="glou."><speaker>Glou.</speaker><p>And shall have your will, because our king:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2042"/>Yet hasty marriage seldom proveth well.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2043"/></p></sp>

<sp who="k.-edw."><speaker>K. Edw.</speaker><p>Yea, brother Richard, are you offended too?
<lb ed="G" n="20"/><lb ed="F1" n="2044"/></p></sp>

<sp who="glou."><speaker>Glou.</speaker><p>Not I:
<lb ed="G"/>No, <lb ed="F1" n="2045"/>God forbid that I should wish them sever'd
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2046"/>Whom God hath join'd together; <lb ed="F1" n="2047"/>ay, and 'twere pity
<lb ed="G"/>To sunder them t<lb ed="F1" n="2048"/>hat yoke so well together.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2049"/></p></sp>

<sp who="k.-edw."><speaker>K. Edw.</speaker><p>Setting your scorns and your mislike aside,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2050"/>Tell me some reason why the Lady Grey
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2051"/>Should not become my wife and England's queen.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2052"/>And you too, Somerset and Montague,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2053"/>Speak freely what you think.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2054"/></p></sp>

<sp who="clar."><speaker>Clar.</speaker><p>This is mine opinion: <lb ed="F1" n="2055"/>that King Lewis
<lb ed="G" n="30"/>Becomes your enemy <lb ed="F1" n="2056"/>for mocking him
<lb ed="G"/>About the marriage <lb ed="F1" n="2057"/>of the Lady Bona.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2058"/></p></sp>

<sp who="glou."><speaker>Glou.</speaker><p>And Warwick, doing what you gave in charge,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2059"/>Is now dishonoured by this new marriage.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2060"/></p></sp>

<sp who="k.-edw."><speaker>K. Edw.</speaker><p>What if both Lewis and Warwick be appeased
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2061"/>By such invention as I can devise?
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2062"/></p></sp>

<sp who="mont."><speaker>Mont.</speaker><p>Yet, to have join'd with France in such alliance
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2063"/>Would more have strengthen'd this our commonwealth
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2064"/>'Gainst foreign storms than any home-bred marriage.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2065"/></p></sp>

<sp who="hast."><speaker>Hast.</speaker><p>Why, knows not Montague that of itself
<lb ed="G" n="40"/><lb ed="F1" n="2066"/>England is safe, if true within itself?
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2067"/></p></sp>

<sp who="mont."><speaker>Mont.</speaker><p>But the safer when 'tis back'd with France.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2068"/></p></sp>

<sp who="hast."><speaker>Hast.</speaker><p>'Tis better using France than trusting France:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2069"/>Let us be back'd with God and with the seas
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2070"/>Which He hath given for fence impregnable,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2071"/>And with their helps only defend ourselves;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2072"/>In them and in ourselves our safety lies.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2073"/></p></sp>

<sp who="clar."><speaker>Clar.</speaker><p>For this one speech Lord Hastings well deserves
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2074"/>To have the heir of the Lord Hungerford.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2075"/></p></sp>

<sp who="k.-edw."><speaker>K. Edw.</speaker><p>Ay, what of that? it was my will and grant;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2076"/>And for this once my will shall stand for law.
<lb ed="G" n="51"/><lb ed="F1" n="2077"/></p></sp>

<sp who="glou."><speaker>Glou.</speaker><p>And yet methinks your grace hath not done well,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2078"/>To give the heir and daughter of Lord Scales
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2079"/>Unto the brother of your loving bride;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2080"/>She better would have fitted me or Clarence:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2081"/>But in your bride you bury brotherhood.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2082"/></p></sp>

<sp who="clar."><speaker>Clar.</speaker><p>Or else you would not have bestow'd the heir
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2083"/>Of the Lord Bonville on your new wife's son,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2084"/>And leave your brothers to go speed elsewhere.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2085"/></p></sp>

<sp who="k.-edw."><speaker>K. Edw.</speaker><p>Alas, poor Clarence! is it for a wife
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2086"/>That thou art malcontent? I will provide thee.
<lb ed="G" n="61"/><lb ed="F1" n="2087"/></p></sp>

<sp who="clar."><speaker>Clar.</speaker><p>In choosing for yourself, <lb ed="F1" n="2088"/>you show'd your judgement,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2089"/>Which being shallow, you shall give me leave
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2090"/>To play the broker in mine own behalf;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2091"/>And to that end I shortly mind to leave you.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2092"/></p></sp>

<sp who="k.-edw."><speaker>K. Edw.</speaker><p>Leave me, or tarry, Edward will be king,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2093"/>And not be tied unto his brother's will.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2094"/></p></sp>

<sp who="l.-grey."><speaker>Q. Eliz.</speaker><p>My lords, before it pleased his majesty
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2095"/>To raise my state to title of a queen,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2096"/>Do me but right, and you must all confess
<lb ed="G" n="70"/><lb ed="F1" n="2097"/>That I was not ignoble of descent;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2098"/>And meaner than myself have had like fortune.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2099"/>But as this title honours me and mine,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2100"/>So your dislike, to whom I would be pleasing,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2101"/>Doth cloud my joys with danger and with sorrow.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2102"/></p></sp>

<sp who="k.-edw."><speaker>K. Edw.</speaker><p>My love, forbear to fawn upon their frowns:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2103"/>What danger or what sorrow can befall thee,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2104"/>So long as Edward is thy constant friend,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2105"/>And their true sovereign, whom they must obey?
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2106"/>Nay, whom they shall obey, and love thee too,
<lb ed="G" n="80"/><lb ed="F1" n="2107"/>Unless they seek for hatred at my hands;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2108"/>Which if they do, yet will I keep thee safe,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2109"/>And they shall feel the vengeance of my wrath.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2110"/></p></sp>

<sp who="glou."><speaker>Glou.</speaker><p>I hear, yet say not much, but think the more.
<stage>[Aside.] </stage>
<lb ed="F1" n="2111"/><stage type="entrance">                 Enter a Post.</stage>
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2112"/></p></sp>

<sp who="k.-edw."><speaker>K. Edw.</speaker><p>Now, messenger, what letters or what news
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2113"/>From France?
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2114"/></p></sp>

<sp who="post."><speaker>Post.</speaker><p>My sovereign liege, no letters; and few words,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2115"/>But such as I, without your special pardon,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2116"/>Dare not relate.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2117"/></p></sp>

<sp who="k.-edw."><speaker>K. Edw.</speaker><p>Go to, we pardon thee: <lb ed="F1" n="2118"/>therefore, in brief
<lb ed="G" n="90"/>Tell me their words <lb ed="F1" n="2119"/>as near as thou canst guess them.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2120"/>What answer makes King Lewis unto our letters?
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2121"/></p></sp>

<sp who="post."><speaker>Post.</speaker><p>At my depart, these were his very words:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2122"/>'Go tell false Edward, thy supposed king,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2123"/>That Lewis of France is sending over masquers
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2124"/>To revel it with him and his new bride.'
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2125"/></p></sp>

<sp who="k.-edw."><speaker>K. Edw.</speaker><p>Is Lewis so brave? belike he thinks me Henry.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2126"/>But what said Lady Bona to my marriage?
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2127"/></p></sp>

<sp who="post."><speaker>Post.</speaker><p>These were her words, utter'd with mild disdain:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2128"/>'Tell him, I hope he'll prove a widower shortly,
<lb ed="G" n="100"/><lb ed="F1" n="2129"/>I'll wear the willow garland for his sake.'
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2130"/></p></sp>

<sp who="k.-edw."><speaker>K. Edw.</speaker><p>I blame not her, she could say little less;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2131"/>She had the wrong. But what said Henry's queen?
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2132"/>For I have heard that she was there in place.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2133"/></p></sp>

<sp who="post."><speaker>Post.</speaker><p>'Tell him,' quoth she, <lb ed="F1" n="2134"/>'my mourning weeds are done,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2135"/>And I am ready to put armour on.'
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2136"/></p></sp>

<sp who="k.-edw."><speaker>K. Edw.</speaker><p>Belike she minds to play the Amazon.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2137"/>But what said Warwick to these injuries?
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2138"/></p></sp>

<sp who="post."><speaker>Post.</speaker><p>He more incensed against your majesty
<lb ed="G" n="109"/><lb ed="F1" n="2139"/>Than all the rest, discharged me with these words:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2140"/>'Tell him from me that he hath done me wrong,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2141"/>And therefore I'll uncrown him ere't be long.'
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2142"/></p></sp>

<sp who="k.-edw."><speaker>K. Edw.</speaker><p>Ha! durst the traitor breathe out so proud words?
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2143"/>Well, I will arm me, being thus forewarn'd:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2144"/>They shall have wars and pay for their presumption.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2145"/>But say, is Warwick friends with Margaret?
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2146"/></p></sp>

<sp who="post."><speaker>Post.</speaker><p>Ay, gracious sovereign; <lb ed="F1" n="2147"/>they are so link'd in friendship,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2148"/>That young Prince Edward marries Warwick's daughter.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2149"/></p></sp>

<sp who="clar."><speaker>Clar.</speaker><p>Belike the elder; <lb ed="F1" n="2150"/>Clarence will have the younger.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2151"/>Now, brother king, farewell, and sit you fast,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2152"/>For I will hence to Warwick's other daughter;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2153"/>That, though I want a kingdom, yet in marriage
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2154"/>I may not prove inferior to yourself.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2155"/>You that love me and Warwick, follow me.
<lb ed="F1" n="2156"/><stage type="exit">Exit Clarence, and Somerset follows.</stage>

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2157"/></p></sp>

<sp who="glou."><speaker>Glou.</speaker><p><stage>[Aside]</stage>Not I:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2158"/>My thoughts aim at a further matter; <lb ed="F1" n="2159"/>I
<lb ed="G"/>Stay not for the love of Edward, but the crown.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2160"/></p></sp>

<sp who="k.-edw."><speaker>K. Edw.</speaker><p>Clarence and Somerset both gone to Warwick!
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2161"/>Yet am I arm'd against the worst can happen;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2162"/>And haste is needful in this desperate case.
<lb ed="G" n="130"/><lb ed="F1" n="2163"/>Pembroke and Stafford, you in our behalf
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2164"/>Go levy men, and make prepare for war;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2165"/>They are already, or quickly will be landed:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2166"/>Myself in person will straight follow you.
<lb ed="F1" n="2167"/><stage type="exit">[Exeunt Pembroke and Stafford.</stage>
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2168"/>But, ere I go, Hastings and Montague,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2169"/>Resolve my doubt. You twain, of all the rest.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2170"/>Are near to Warwick by blood and by alliance:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2172"/>If it be so, then both depart to him;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2171"/>Tell me if you love Warwick more than me?
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2173"/>I rather wish you foes than hollow friends:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2174"/>But if you mind to hold your true obedience,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2175"/>Give me assurance with some friendly vow,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2176"/>That I may never have you in suspect.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2177"/></p></sp>

<sp who="mont."><speaker>Mont.</speaker><p>So God help Montague as he proves <lb ed="F1" n="2178"/>true.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2179"/></p></sp>

<sp who="hast."><speaker>Hast.</speaker><p>And Hastings as he favours Edward's cause!
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2180"/></p></sp>

<sp who="k.-edw."><speaker>K. Edw.</speaker><p>Now, brother Richard, will you stand by us?
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2181"/></p></sp>

<sp who="glou."><speaker>Glou.</speaker><p>Ay, in despite of all that shall withstand you.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2182"/></p></sp>

<sp who="k.-edw."><speaker>K. Edw.</speaker><p>Why, so! then am I sure of victory.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2183"/>Now therefore let us hence; and lose no hour,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2184"/>Till we meet Warwick with his foreign power.
<lb ed="F1" n="2185"/><stage type="exit">[Exeunt.</stage>
</p></sp>
</div2>
<div2 type="scene" n="2">
<head>SCENE II</head>
<stage type="setting">A plain in Warwickshire.</stage>
<lb ed="F1" n="2186"/><stage type="entrance">Enter WARWICK and OXFORD, <lb ed="F1" n="2187"/>with French soldiers.</stage>

  <lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2188"/><sp who="war."><speaker>War.</speaker><p>Trust me, my lord, all hitherto goes well;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2189"/>The common people by numbers swarm to us.
<lb ed="F1" n="2190"/><stage type="entrance">Enter CLARENCE and SOMERSET.</stage>
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2191"/>But see where Somerset and Clarence comes!
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2192"/>Speak suddenly, my lords, are we all friends?
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2193"/></p></sp>

<sp who="clar."><speaker>Clar.</speaker><p>Fear not that, my lord.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2194"/></p></sp>

<sp who="war."><speaker>War.</speaker><p>Then, gentle Clarence, welcome unto Warwick;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2195"/>And welcome, Somerset: I hold it cowardice
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2196"/>To rest mistrustful where a noble heart
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2197"/>Hath pawn'd an open hand in sign of love;
<lb ed="G" n="10"/><lb ed="F1" n="2198"/>Else might I think that Clarence, Edward's brother,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2199"/>Were but a feigned friend to our proceedings:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2200"/>But welcome, sweet Clarence; my daughter shall be thine.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2201"/>And now what rests but, in night's coverture,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2202"/>Thy brother being carelessly encamp'd,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2203"/>His soldiers lurking in the towns about,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2204"/>And but attended by a simple guard,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2205"/>We may surprise and take him at our pleasure?
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2206"/>Our scouts have found the adventure very easy:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2207"/>That as Ulysses and stout Diomede
<lb ed="G" n="20"/><lb ed="F1" n="2208"/>With sleight and manhood stole to Rhesus' tents,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2209"/>And brought from thence the Thracian fatal steeds,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2210"/>So we, well cover'd with the night's black mantle,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2211"/>At unawares may beat down Edward's guard
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2212"/>And seize himself; I say not, slaughtering him,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2213"/>For I intend but only to surprise him.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2214"/>You that will follow me to this attempt,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2215"/>Applaud the name of Henry with your leader.
<lb ed="F1" n="2216"/><stage>They all cry, 'Henry!'</stage>
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2217"/>Why, then, let's on our way in silent sort:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2218"/>For Warwick and his friends, God and Saint George!
<lb ed="F1" n="2219"/><stage type="exit">[Exeunt. </stage>
</p></sp>
</div2>
<div2 type="scene" n="3">
<head>SCENE III</head>
<stage type="setting">Edward's camp, near Warwick.</stage>
<lb ed="F1" n="2220"/><stage type="entrance">Enter three Watchmen, to guard the KING'S tent.</stage>

  <lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2221"/><sp who="first-watch."><speaker>First Watch.</speaker><p>Come on, my masters, each man take his stand:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2222"/>The king by this is set him down to sleep.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2223"/></p></sp>

<sp who="second-watch."><speaker>Second Watch.</speaker><p>What, will he not to bed?
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2224"/></p></sp>

<sp who="first-watch."><speaker>First Watch.</speaker><p>Why, no; for he hath made a solemn vow
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2225"/>Never to lie and take his natural rest
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2226"/>Till Warwick or himself be quite suppress'd.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2227"/>Second   Watch. To-morrow then belike shall be the day,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2228"/>If Warwick be so near as men report.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2229"/></p></sp>

<sp who="third-watch."><speaker>Third Watch.</speaker><p>But say, I pray, what nobleman is that
<lb ed="G" n="10"/><lb ed="F1" n="2230"/>That with the king here resteth in his tent?
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2231"/></p></sp>

<sp who="first-watch."><speaker>First Watch.</speaker><p>'Tis the Lord Hastings, the king's chiefest <lb ed="F1" n="2232"/>friend.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2233"/></p></sp>

<sp who="third-watch."><speaker>Third Watch.</speaker><p>O, is it so?   But why commands the king
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2234"/>That his chief followers lodge in towns about him,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2235"/>While he himself keeps in the cold field?
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2236"/></p></sp>

<sp who="second-watch."><speaker>Second Watch.</speaker><p>'Tis the more honour, because more <lb ed="F1" n="2237"/>dangerous.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2238"/></p></sp>

<sp who="third-watch."><speaker>Third Watch.</speaker><p>Ay, but give me worship and quietness;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2239"/>I like it better than a dangerous honour.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2240"/>If Warwick knew in what estate he stands,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2241"/>'Tis to be doubted he would waken him.
<lb ed="G" n="20"/><lb ed="F1" n="2242"/></p></sp>

<sp who="first-watch."><speaker>First Watch.</speaker><p>Unless our halberds did shut up his <lb ed="F1" n="2243"/>passage.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2244"/></p></sp>

<sp who="second-watch."><speaker>Second Watch.</speaker><p>Ay, wherefore else guard we his royal tent,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2245"/>But to defend his person from night-foes?
<lb ed="F1" n="2246"/><stage type="entrance">Enter WARWICK, CLARENCE, OXFORD, SOMERSET, <lb ed="F1" n="2247"/>and French soldiers, silent all. </stage>
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2248"/></p></sp>

<sp who="war."><speaker>War.</speaker><p>This is his tent; and see where stand his guard.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2249"/>Courage, my masters! honour now or never!
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2250"/>But follow me, and Edward shall be ours.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2251"/></p></sp>

<sp who="first-watch."><speaker>First Watch.</speaker><p>Who goes there?
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2252"/></p></sp>

<sp who="second-watch."><speaker>Second Watch.</speaker><p>Stay, or thou diest!
<lb ed="F1" n="2253"/><stage>Warwick and the rest cry all, 'Warwick! Warwick!' <lb ed="F1" n="2254"/>and set upon the
Guard, who fly, crying, 'Arm! arm!'
<lb ed="F1" n="2255"/>Warwick and the rest following.
them.</stage>
<lb ed="F1" n="2256"/><stage>The drum playing and trumpet sounding,</stage>
<lb ed="F1" n="2257"/><stage type="entrance"> re-enter WARWICK, SOMERSET, and the rest,
bringing the KING <lb ed="F1" n="2258"/>out in his gown, sitting
in a chair. RICHARD <lb ed="F1" n="2259"/>and HASTINGS fly
over the stage.</stage>
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2260"/></p></sp>

<sp who="som."><speaker>Som.</speaker><p>What are they that fly there?
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2261"/></p></sp>

<sp who="war."><speaker>War.</speaker><p>Richard and Hastings: let them go; here is
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2262"/>The duke.
<lb ed="G" n="30"/><lb ed="F1" n="2263"/></p></sp>

<sp who="k.-edw."><speaker>K. Edw.</speaker><p>The duke!   <lb ed="F1" n="2264"/>Why, Warwick, when we parted,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2265"/>Thou call'dst me king.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2266"/></p></sp>

<sp who="war."><speaker>War.</speaker><p>Ay, but the case is alter'd:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2267"/>When you disgraced me in my embassade,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2268"/>Then I degraded you from being king,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2269"/>And come now to create you Duke of York.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2270"/>Alas! how should you govern any kingdom,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2271"/>That know not how to use ambassadors,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2272"/>Nor how to be contented with one wife,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2273"/>Nor how to use your brothers brotherly,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2274"/>Nor how to study for the people's welfare,
<lb ed="G" n="40"/><lb ed="F1" n="2275"/>Nor how to shroud yourself from enemies?
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2276"/></p></sp>

<sp who="k.-edw."><speaker>K. Edw.</speaker><p>Yea, brother of Clarence, <lb ed="F1" n="2277"/>art thou here too?
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2278"/>Nay, then I see that Edward needs must down.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2279"/>Yet, Warwick, in despite of all mischance,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2280"/>Of thee thyself and all thy complices,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2281"/>Edward will always bear himself as king:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2282"/>Though fortune's malice overthrow my state,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2283"/>My mind exceeds the compass of her wheel.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2284"/></p></sp>

<sp who="war."><speaker>War.</speaker><p>Then, for his mind, be Edward England's king:
<lb ed="F1" n="2285"/><stage>[Takes off his crown. </stage>
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2286"/>But Henry now shall wear the English crown,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2287"/>And be true king indeed, thou but the shadow.
<lb ed="G" n="51"/><lb ed="F1" n="2288"/>My Lord of Somerset, at my request,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2289"/>See that forthwith Duke Edward be convey'd
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2290"/>Unto my brother, Archbishop of York.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2291"/>When I have fought with Pembroke and his fellows,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2292"/>I'll follow you, and tell what answer
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2293"/>Lewis and the Lady Bona send to him.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2294"/>Now, for a while farewell, good Duke of York.
<lb ed="F1" n="2295"/><stage type="exit">[They lead him out forcibly. </stage>

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2296"/></p></sp>

<sp who="k.-edw."><speaker>K. Edw.</speaker><p>What fates impose, that men must needs abide;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2297"/>It boots not to resist both wind and tide.

<stage type="exit">[Exit, guarded.</stage>

<lb ed="G" n="60"/><lb ed="F1" n="2298"/></p></sp>

<sp who="oxf."><speaker>Oxf.</speaker><p>What now remains, my lords, for us to do
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2299"/>But march to London with our soldiers?
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2300"/></p></sp>

<sp who="war."><speaker>War.</speaker><p>Ay, that's the first thing that we have to do;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2301"/>To free King Henry from imprisonment
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2302"/>And see him seated in the regal throne.

<stage type="exit">[Exeunt.</stage>
</p></sp>
</div2>
<div2 type="scene" n="4">
<head>SCENE IV</head>
<stage type="setting">London.  The palace.</stage>
<lb ed="F1" n="2303"/><stage type="entrance"> Enter QUEEN ELIZABETH and RIVERS. </stage>

  <lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2304"/><sp who="riv."><speaker>Riv.</speaker><p>Madam, what makes you in this sudden change?
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2305"/></p></sp>

<sp who="l.-grey."><speaker>Q. Eliz.</speaker><p>Why, brother Rivers, are you yet to learn
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2306"/>What late misfortune is befall'n King Edward?
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2307"/></p></sp>

<sp who="riv."><speaker>Riv.</speaker><p>What! loss of some pitch'd battle <lb ed="F1" n="2308"/>against Warwick?
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2309"/></p></sp>

<sp who="l.-grey."><speaker>Q. Eliz.</speaker><p>No, but the loss of his own royal person.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2310"/></p></sp>

<sp who="riv."><speaker>Riv.</speaker><p>Then is my sovereign slain?
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2311"/></p></sp>

<sp who="l.-grey."><speaker>Q. Eliz.</speaker><p>Ay, almost slain, for he is taken prisoner,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2312"/>Either betray'd by falsehood of his guard
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2313"/>Or by his foe surprised at unawares:
<lb ed="G" n="10"/><lb ed="F1" n="2314"/>And, as I further have to understand,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2315"/>Is new committed to the Bishop of York,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2316"/>Fell Warwick's brother and by that our foe.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2317"/></p></sp>

<sp who="riv."><speaker>Riv.</speaker><p>These news I must confess are full of grief;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2318"/>Yet, gracious madam, bear it as you may:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2319"/>Warwick may lose, that now hath won the day.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2320"/></p></sp>

<sp who="l.-grey."><speaker>Q. Eliz.</speaker><p>Till then fair hope must hinder life's decay.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2321"/>And I the rather wean me from despair
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2322"/>For love of Edward's offspring in my womb:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2323"/>This is it that makes me bridle passion
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2324"/>And bear with mildness my misfortune's cross;
<lb ed="G" n="21"/><lb ed="F1" n="2325"/>Ay, ay, for this I draw in many a tear
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2326"/>And stop the rising of blood-sucking sighs,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2327"/>Lest with my sighs or tears I blast or drown
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2328"/>King Edward's fruit, true heir to the English crown.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2329"/></p></sp>

<sp who="riv."><speaker>Riv.</speaker><p>But, madam, <lb ed="F1" n="2330"/>where is Warwick then become?
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2331"/></p></sp>

<sp who="l.-grey."><speaker>Q. Eliz.</speaker><p>I am inform'd that he comes toward London,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2332"/>To set the crown once more on Henry's head:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2333"/>Guess thou the rest; King Edward's friends must down,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2334"/>But, to prevent the tyrant's violence,--
<lb ed="G" n="30"/><lb ed="F1" n="2335"/>For trust not him   that hath once broken faith,--
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2336"/>I'll hence forthwith unto the sanctuary,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2337"/>To save at least the heir of Edward's right:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2338"/>There shall I rest secure from force and fraud.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2339"/>Come, therefore, let us fly while we may fly:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2340"/>If Warwick take us we are sure to die.

<stage type="exit">[Exeunt.</stage>
</p></sp>
</div2>
<div2 type="scene" n="5">
<head>SCENE V</head>
<stage type="setting">A park near Middleham Castle in Yorkshire.</stage>
<lb ed="F1" n="2341"/><stage type="entrance">Enter GLOUCESTER, LORD HASTINGS, and SIR WILLIAM <lb ed="F1" n="2342"/>STANLEY.</stage>

  <lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2343"/><sp who="glou."><speaker>Glou.</speaker><p>Now, my Lord Hastings and Sir William Stanley,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2344"/>Leave off to wonder why I drew you hither,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2345"/>Into this chiefest thicket of the park.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2346"/>Thus stands the case: you know our king, my brother,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2347"/>Is prisoner to the bishop here, at whose hands
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2348"/>He hath good usage and great liberty,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2349"/>And, often but attended with weak guard,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2350"/>Comes hunting this way to disport himself.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2351"/>I have advertised him by secret means
<lb ed="G" n="10"/><lb ed="F1" n="2352"/>That if about this hour he make this way
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2353"/>Under the colour of his usual game.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2354"/>He shall here find his friends with horse and men
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2355"/>To set him free from his captivity.
<lb ed="F1" n="2356"/><stage type="entrance">Enter KING EDWARD and a Huntsman
<lb ed="F1" n="2357"/>with him.</stage>
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2358"/></p></sp>

<sp who="hunt."><speaker>Hunt.</speaker><p>This way, my lord; <lb ed="F1" n="2359"/>for this way lies the game.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2360"/></p></sp>

<sp who="k.-edw."><speaker>K. Edw.</speaker><p>Nay, this way, man: <lb ed="F1" n="2361"/>see where the huntsmen stand.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2362"/>Now, brother of Gloucester, Lord Hastings, and the rest,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2363"/>Stand you thus close, to steal the bishop's deer?
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2364"/></p></sp>

<sp who="glou."><speaker>Glou.</speaker><p>Brother, the time and case requireth haste:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2365"/>Your horse stands ready at the park-corner.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2366"/></p></sp>

<sp who="k.-edw."><speaker>K. Edw.</speaker><p>But whither shall we then?
<lb ed="G" n="20"/><lb ed="F1" n="2367"/></p></sp>

<sp who="hast."><speaker>Hast.</speaker><p>To Lynn, my lord,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2368"/>And ship from thence to Flanders.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2369"/></p></sp>

<sp who="glou."><speaker>Glou.</speaker><p>Well guess'd, believe me; for that was my meaning.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2370"/></p></sp>

<sp who="k.-edw."><speaker>K. Edw.</speaker><p>Stanley, I will requite thy forwardness.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2371"/></p></sp>

<sp who="glou."><speaker>Glou.</speaker><p>But wherefore stay we? 'tis no time to talk.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2372"/></p></sp>

<sp who="k.-edw."><speaker>K. Edw.</speaker><p>Huntsman, what say'st thou? <lb ed="F1" n="2373"/>wilt thou go along?
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2374"/></p></sp>

<sp who="hunt."><speaker>Hunt.</speaker><p>Better do so than tarry and be hang'd.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2375"/></p></sp>

<sp who="glou."><speaker>Glou.</speaker><p>Come then, away; let's ha' no more ado.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2376"/></p></sp>

<sp who="k.-edw."><speaker>K. Edw.</speaker><p>Bishop, farewell: <lb ed="F1" n="2377"/>shield thee from Warwick's frown;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2378"/>And pray that I may repossess the crown.

<stage type="exit">[Exeunt.</stage>
</p></sp>
</div2>
<div2 type="scene" n="6">
<head>SCENE VI</head>
<stage type="setting">London.  The tower.</stage>
<lb ed="F1" n="2379"/><stage type="entrance">Flourish.   Enter KING HENRY, CLARENCE, WARWICK, <lb ed="F1" n="2380"/>SOMERSET, young RICHMOND, OXFORD, MONTAGUE, <lb ed="F1" n="2381"/>and Lieutenant of the Tower. </stage>

  <lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2382"/><sp who="k.-hen."><speaker>K. Hen.</speaker><p>Master lieutenant, now that God and friends
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2383"/>Have shaken Edward from the regal seat,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2384"/>And turn'd my captive state to liberty,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2385"/>My fear to hope, my sorrows unto joys,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2386"/>At our enlargement what are thy due fees?
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2387"/></p></sp>

<sp who="lieu."><speaker>Lieu.</speaker><p>Subjects may challenge nothing of their sovereigns;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2388"/>But if an humble prayer may prevail,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2389"/>I then crave pardon of your majesty.
<lb ed="G" n="9"/><lb ed="F1" n="2390"/></p></sp>

<sp who="k.-hen."><speaker>K. Hen.</speaker><p>For what, lieutenant? for well using me?
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2391"/>Nay, be thou sure I'll well requite thy kindness,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2392"/>For that it made my imprisonment a pleasure;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2393"/>Ay, such a pleasure as incaged birds
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2394"/>Conceive when after many moody thoughts
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2395"/>At last by notes of household harmony
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2396"/>They quite forget their loss of liberty.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2397"/>But, Warwick, after God, thou set'st me free,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2398"/>And chiefly therefore I thank God and thee;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2399"/>He was the author, thou the instrument.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2400"/>Therefore, that I may conquer fortune's spite
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2401"/>By living low, where fortune cannot hurt me,
<lb ed="G" n="21"/><lb ed="F1" n="2402"/>And that the people of this blessed land
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2403"/>May not be punish'd with my thwarting stars,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2404"/>Warwick, although my head still wear the crown,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2405"/>I here resign my government to thee,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2406"/>For thou art fortunate in all thy deeds.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2407"/></p></sp>

<sp who="war."><speaker>War.</speaker><p>Your grace hath still been famed for virtuous;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2408"/>And now may seem as wise as virtuous,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2409"/>By spying and avoiding fortune's malice,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2410"/>For few men rightly temper with the stars:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2411"/>Yet in this one thing let me blame your grace,
<lb ed="G" n="31"/><lb ed="F1" n="2412"/>For choosing me when Clarence is in place.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2413"/></p></sp>

<sp who="clar."><speaker>Clar.</speaker><p>No, Warwick, thou art worthy of the sway,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2414"/>To whom the heavens in thy nativity
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2415"/>Adjudged an olive branch and laurel crown,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2416"/>As likely to be blest in peace and war;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2417"/>And therefore I yield thee my free consent.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2418"/></p></sp>

<sp who="war."><speaker>War.</speaker><p>And I choose Clarence only for protector.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2419"/></p></sp>

<sp who="k.-hen."><speaker>K. Hen.</speaker><p>Warwick and Clarence, give me both your hands:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2420"/>Now join your hands, and with your hands your hearts,
<lb ed="G" n="40"/><lb ed="F1" n="2421"/>That no dissension hinder government:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2422"/>I make you both protectors of this land,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2423"/>While I myself will lead a private life
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2424"/>And in devotion spend my latter days,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2425"/>To sin's rebuke and my Creator's praise.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2426"/></p></sp>

<sp who="war."><speaker>War.</speaker><p>What answers Clarence to his sovereign's <lb ed="F1" n="2427"/>will?
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2428"/></p></sp>

<sp who="clar."><speaker>Clar.</speaker><p>That he consents, if Warwick yield consent;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2429"/>For on thy fortune I repose myself.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2430"/></p></sp>

<sp who="war."><speaker>War.</speaker><p>Why, then, though loath, yet must I be content:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2431"/>We'll yoke together, like a double shadow
<lb ed="G" n="50"/><lb ed="F1" n="2432"/>To Henry's body, and supply his place;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2433"/>I mean, in bearing weight of government,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2434"/>While he enjoys the honour and his ease.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2435"/>And, Clarence, now then it is more than needful
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2436"/>Forthwith that Edward be pronounced a traitor,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2437"/>And all his lands and goods be confiscate.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2438"/></p></sp>

<sp who="clar."><speaker>Clar.</speaker><p>What else? and that succession be determined.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2439"/></p></sp>

<sp who="war."><speaker>War.</speaker><p>Ay, therein Clarence shall not want his part.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2440"/></p></sp>

<sp who="k.-hen."><speaker>K. Hen.</speaker><p>But, with the first of all your chief affairs,
<lb ed="G" n="59"/><lb ed="F1" n="2441"/>Let me entreat, for I command no more,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2442"/>That Margaret your queen and my son Edward
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2443"/>Be sent for, to return from France with speed;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2444"/>For, till I see them here, by doubtful fear
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2445"/>My joy of liberty is half eclipsed.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2446"/></p></sp>

<sp who="clar."><speaker>Clar.</speaker><p>It shall be done, my sovereign, with all <lb ed="F1" n="2447"/>speed.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2448"/></p></sp>

<sp who="k.-hen."><speaker>K. Hen.</speaker><p>My Lord of Somerset, what youth is that,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2449"/>Of whom you seem to have so tender care?
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2450"/></p></sp>

<sp who="som."><speaker>Som.</speaker><p>My liege, it is young Henry, earl of <lb ed="F1" n="2451"/>Richmond.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2452"/></p></sp>

<sp who="k.-hen."><speaker>K. Hen.</speaker><p>Come hither, England's hope.
<lb ed="F1" n="2453"/><stage>[Lays his hand on his head]</stage>
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2454"/>If secret powers
<lb ed="G"/>Suggest but truth <lb ed="F1" n="2455"/>to my divining thoughts,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2456"/>This pretty lad will prove our country's bliss.
<lb ed="G" n="71"/><lb ed="F1" n="2457"/>His looks are full of peaceful majesty,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2458"/>His head by nature framed to wear a crown,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2459"/>His hand to wield a sceptre, and himself
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2460"/>Likely in time to bless a regal throne.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2461"/>Make much of him, my lords, for this is he
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2462"/>Must help you more than you are hurt by me.
<lb ed="F1" n="2463"/><stage type="entrance">                 Enter a Post.</stage>
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2464"/></p></sp>

<sp who="war."><speaker>War.</speaker><p>What news, my friend?
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2465"/></p></sp>

<sp who="post."><speaker>Post.</speaker><p>That Edward is escaped from your brother,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2466"/>And fled, as he hears since, to Burgundy.
<lb ed="G" n="80"/><lb ed="F1" n="2467"/></p></sp>

<sp who="war."><speaker>War.</speaker><p>Unsavoury news! but how made he escape?
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2468"/></p></sp>

<sp who="post."><speaker>Post.</speaker><p>He was convey'd by Richard Duke of Gloucester
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2469"/>And the Lord Hastings, who attended him
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2470"/>In secret ambush on the forest side
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2471"/>And from the bishop's huntsmen rescued him;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2472"/>For hunting was his daily exercise.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2473"/></p></sp>

<sp who="war."><speaker>War.</speaker><p>My brother was too careless of his charge.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2474"/>But let us hence, my sovereign, to provide
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2475"/>A salve for any sore that may betide.
<lb ed="F1" n="2476"/><stage type="exit">[Exeunt all but Somerset, Richmond, and Oxford.</stage>
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2477"/></p></sp>

<sp who="som."><speaker>Som.</speaker><p>My lord, I like not of this flight of Edward's;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2478"/>For doubtless Burgundy will yield him help,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2479"/>And we shall have more wars before't be long.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2480"/>As Henry's late presaging prophecy
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2481"/>Did glad my heart with hope of this young Richmond,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2482"/>So doth my heart misgive me, in these conflicts
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2483"/>What may befall him, to his harm and ours:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2484"/>Therefore, Lord Oxford, to prevent the worst,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2485"/>Forthwith we'll send him hence to Brittany,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2486"/>Till storms be past of civil enmity.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2487"/></p></sp>

<sp who="oxf."><speaker>Oxf.</speaker><p>Ay, for if Edward repossess the crown,
<lb ed="G" n="100"/><lb ed="F1" n="2488"/>'Tis like that Richmond with the rest shall down.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2489"/></p></sp>

<sp who="som."><speaker>Som.</speaker><p>It shall be so; he shall to Brittany.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2490"/>Come, therefore, let's about it speedily.

<stage type="exit">[Exeunt.</stage>
</p></sp>
</div2>
<div2 type="scene" n="7">
<head>SCENE VII</head>
<stage type="setting">Before York.</stage>
<lb ed="F1" n="2491"/><stage type="entrance">Flourish. Enter KING EDWARD, GLOUCESTER, HASTINGS, <lb ed="F1" n="2492"/>and Soldiers. </stage>

  <lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2493"/><sp who="k.-edw."><speaker>K. Edw.</speaker><p>Now, brother Richard, Lord Hastings, and the rest,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2494"/>Yet thus far fortune maketh us amends,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2495"/>And says that once more I shall interchange
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2496"/>My waned state for Henry's regal crown.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2497"/>Well have we pass'd and now repass'd the seas
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2498"/>And brought desired help from Burgundy:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2499"/>What then remains, we being thus arrived
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2500"/>From Ravenspurgh haven before the gates of York,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2501"/>But that we enter, as into our dukedom?
<lb ed="G" n="10"/><lb ed="F1" n="2502"/></p></sp>

<sp who="glou."><speaker>Glou.</speaker><p>The gates made fast!   <lb ed="F1" n="2503"/>Brother, I like not this;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2504"/>For many men that stumble at the threshold
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2505"/>Are well foretold that danger lurks within.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2506"/></p></sp>

<sp who="k.-edw."><speaker>K. Edw.</speaker><p>Tush, man, abodements must not now affright us:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2507"/>By fair or foul means we must enter in,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2508"/>For hither will our friends repair to us.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2509"/></p></sp>

<sp who="hast."><speaker>Hast.</speaker><p>My liege, I'll knock once more to summon <lb ed="F1" n="2510"/>them.
<lb ed="F1" n="2511"/><stage type="entrance">Enter, on the walls, the Mayor of York, <lb ed="F1" n="2512"/>and
his brethren.</stage>
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2513"/></p></sp>

<sp who="may."><speaker>May.</speaker><p>My lords, <lb ed="F1" n="2514"/>we were forewarned of your coming,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2515"/>And shut the gates for safety of ourselves;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2516"/>For now we owe allegiance unto Henry.
<lb ed="G" n="20"/><lb ed="F1" n="2517"/></p></sp>

<sp who="k.-edw."><speaker>K. Edw.</speaker><p>But, master mayor, if Henry be your king,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2518"/>Yet Edward at the least is Duke of York.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2519"/></p></sp>

<sp who="may."><speaker>May.</speaker><p>True, my good lord; I know you for no <lb ed="F1" n="2520"/>less.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2521"/></p></sp>

<sp who="k.-edw."><speaker>K. Edw.</speaker><p>Why, and I challenge nothing but my dukedom,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2522"/>As being well content with that alone.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2523"/></p></sp>

<sp who="glou."><speaker>Glou.</speaker><p><stage>[Aside]</stage>But when the fox hath once got in his nose,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2524"/>He'll soon find means to make the body follow.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2525"/></p></sp>

<sp who="hast."><speaker>Hast.</speaker><p>Why, master mayor, why stand you in a doubt?
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2526"/>Open the gates; we are King Henry's friends.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2527"/></p></sp>

<sp who="may."><speaker>May.</speaker><p>Ay, say you so? the gates shall then be open'd.
<lb ed="F1" n="2528"/><stage>[They descend.] </stage>

<lb ed="G" n="30"/><lb ed="F1" n="2529"/></p></sp>

<sp who="glou."><speaker>Glou.</speaker><p>A wise stout captain, and soon persuaded!
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2530"/></p></sp>

<sp who="hast."><speaker>Hast.</speaker><p>The good old man would fain that all were well,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2531"/>So 'twere not 'long of him; but being enter'd,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2532"/>I doubt not, I, but we shall soon persuade
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2533"/>Both him and all his brothers unto reason.
<lb ed="F1" n="2534"/><stage type="entrance">Enter the Mayor and two Aldermen, below.</stage>
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2535"/></p></sp>

<sp who="k.-edw."><speaker>K. Edw.</speaker><p>So, master mayor: these gates must not be shut
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2536"/>But in the night or in the time of war.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2537"/>What! fear not, man, but yield me up the keys;
<lb ed="F1" n="2538"/><stage>[Takes his keys.] </stage>
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2539"/>For Edward will defend the town and thee,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2540"/>And all those friends that deign to follow me.
<lb ed="F1" n="2541"/><stage type="entrance">March. Enter MONTGOMERY, with drum
<lb ed="F1" n="2542"/>and soldiers.</stage>
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2543"/></p></sp>

<sp who="glou."><speaker>Glou.</speaker><p>Brother, this is Sir John Montgomery,
<lb ed="G" n="41"/><lb ed="F1" n="2544"/>Our trusty friend, unless I be deceived.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2545"/></p></sp>

<sp who="k.-edw."><speaker>K. Edw.</speaker><p>Welcome, Sir John!   But why come you in <lb ed="F1" n="2546"/>arms?
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2547"/></p></sp>

<sp who="mont."><speaker>Mont.</speaker><p>To help King Edward in his time of storm,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2548"/>As every loyal subject ought to do.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2549"/></p></sp>

<sp who="k.-edw."><speaker>K. Edw.</speaker><p>Thanks, good Montgomery; but we now forget
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2550"/>Our title to the crown and only claim
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2551"/>Our dukedom till God please to send the rest.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2552"/></p></sp>

<sp who="mont."><speaker>Mont.</speaker><p>Then fare you well, for I will hence again:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2553"/>I came to serve a king and not a duke.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2554"/>Drummer, strike up, and let us march away.
<lb ed="F1" n="2555"/><stage>[The drum begins to march.</stage>

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2556"/></p></sp>

<sp who="k.-edw."><speaker>K. Edw.</speaker><p>Nay, stay, Sir John, awhile, and we'll debate
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2557"/>By what safe means the crown may be recover'd.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2558"/></p></sp>

<sp who="mont."><speaker>Mont.</speaker><p>What talk you of debating? in few words,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2559"/>If you'll not here proclaim yourself our king,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2560"/>I'll leave you to your fortune and be gone
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2561"/>To keep them   back that come to succour you:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2562"/>Why shall we fight, if you pretend no title?
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2563"/></p></sp>

<sp who="glou."><speaker>Glou.</speaker><p>Why, brother, wherefore stand you on nice <lb ed="F1" n="2564"/>points?
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2565"/></p></sp>

<sp who="k.-edw."><speaker>K. Edw.</speaker><p>When we grow stronger, <lb ed="F1" n="2566"/>then we'll make our claim:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2567"/>Till then, 'tis wisdom to conceal our meaning.
<lb ed="G" n="61"/><lb ed="F1" n="2568"/></p></sp>

<sp who="hast."><speaker>Hast.</speaker><p>Away with scrupulous wit! now arms must <lb ed="F1" n="2569"/>rule.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2570"/></p></sp>

<sp who="glou."><speaker>Glou.</speaker><p>And fearless minds climb soonest unto crowns.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2571"/>Brother, we will proclaim you out of hand;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2572"/>The bruit thereof will bring you many friends.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2573"/></p></sp>

<sp who="k.-edw."><speaker>K. Edw.</speaker><p>Then be it as you will; for 'tis my right,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2574"/>And Henry but usurps the diadem.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2575"/></p></sp>

<sp who="mont."><speaker>Mont.</speaker><p>Ay, now my sovereign speaketh like himself;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2576"/>And now will I be Edward's champion.
<lb ed="G" n="69"/><lb ed="F1" n="2577"/></p></sp>

<sp who="hast."><speaker>Hast.</speaker><p>Sound trumpet; Edward shall be here proclaim'd:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2578"/>Come, fellow-soldier, make thou proclamation.
<lb ed="F1" n="2579"/><stage>Flourish.</stage>

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2580"/></p></sp>

<sp who="sold."><speaker>Sold.</speaker><p>Edward the Fourth, by the grace of
<lb ed="G"/>God, king of <lb ed="F1" n="2581"/>England and France, and lord of
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2582"/>Ireland, &amp;c.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2583"/></p></sp>

<sp who="mont."><speaker>Mont.</speaker><p>And whosoe'er gainsays King Edward's right,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2584"/>By this I challenge him to single fight.
<lb ed="F1" n="2585"/><stage>[Throws down his gauntlet.</stage>
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2586"/></p></sp>

<sp who="all"><speaker>All.</speaker><p>Long live Edward the Fourth!
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2587"/></p></sp>

<sp who="k.-edw."><speaker>K. Edw.</speaker><p>Thanks, brave Montgomery; <lb ed="F1" n="2588"/>and thanks unto you all:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2589"/>If fortune serve me, I'll requite this kindness.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2590"/>Now, for this night, let's harbour here in York;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2591"/>And when the morning sun shall raise his car
<lb ed="G" n="81"/><lb ed="F1" n="2592"/>Above the border of this horizon,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2593"/>We'll forward towards Warwick and his mates;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2594"/>For well I wot that Henry is no soldier.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2595"/>Ah, froward Clarence! how evil it beseems thee,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2596"/>To flatter Henry and forsake thy brother!
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2597"/>Yet, as we may, we'll meet both thee and Warwick.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2598"/>Come on, brave soldiers: doubt not of the day,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2599"/>And, that once gotten, doubt not of large pay.

<stage type="exit">[Exeunt.</stage>
</p></sp>
</div2>
<div2 type="scene" n="8">
<head>SCENE VIII</head>
<stage type="setting">London.  The palace.</stage>
<lb ed="F1" n="2600"/><stage type="entrance">Flourish.   Enter KING HENRY, WARWICK, MONTAGUE, <lb ed="F1" n="2601"/>CLARENCE, EXETER, and OXFORD. </stage>

  <lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2602"/><sp who="war."><speaker>War.</speaker><p>What counsel, lords?   Edward from Belgia,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2603"/>With hasty Germans and blunt Hollanders,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2604"/>Hath pass'd in safety through the narrow seas,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2605"/>And with his troops doth march amain to London;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2606"/>And many giddy people flock to him.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2607"/></p></sp>

<sp who="k.-hen."><speaker>K. Hen.</speaker><p>Let's levy men, and beat him back again.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2608"/></p></sp>

<sp who="clar."><speaker>Clar.</speaker><p>A little fire is quickly trodden out;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2609"/>Which, being suffer'd, rivers cannot quench.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2610"/></p></sp>

<sp who="war."><speaker>War.</speaker><p>In Warwickshire I have true-hearted friends,
<lb ed="G" n="10"/><lb ed="F1" n="2611"/>Not mutinous in peace, yet bold in war;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2612"/>Those will I muster up; and thou, son Clarence,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2613"/>Shall stir up in Suffolk, Norfolk and in Kent,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2614"/>The knights and gentlemen to come with thee:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2615"/>Thou, brother Montague, in Buckingham,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2616"/>Northampton and in Leicestershire, shalt find
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2617"/>Men well inclined to hear what thou command'st:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2618"/>And thou, brave Oxford, wondrous well beloved,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2619"/>In Oxfordshire shalt muster up thy friends.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2620"/>My sovereign, with the loving citizens,
<lb ed="G" n="20"/><lb ed="F1" n="2621"/>Like to his island girt in with the ocean,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2622"/>Or modest Dian circled with her nymphs,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2623"/>Shall rest in London till we come to him.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2624"/>Fair lords, take leave and stand not to reply.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2625"/>Farewell, my sovereign.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2626"/></p></sp>

<sp who="k.-hen."><speaker>K. Hen.</speaker><p>Farewell, my Hector, and my Troy's true hope.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2627"/></p></sp>

<sp who="clar."><speaker>Clar.</speaker><p>In sign of truth, I kiss your highness' hand.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2628"/></p></sp>

<sp who="k.-hen."><speaker>K. Hen.</speaker><p>Well-minded Clarence, be thou fortunate!
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2629"/></p></sp>

<sp who="mont."><speaker>Mont.</speaker><p>Comfort, my lord; and so I take my leave.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2630"/></p></sp>

<sp who="oxf."><speaker>Oxf.</speaker><p>And thus I seal my truth, and bid adieu.
<lb ed="G" n="30"/><lb ed="F1" n="2631"/></p></sp>

<sp who="k.-hen."><speaker>K. Hen.</speaker><p>Sweet Oxford, and my loving Montague,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2632"/>And all at once, once more a happy farewell.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2633"/></p></sp>

<sp who="war."><speaker>War.</speaker><p>Farewell, sweet lords: let's meet at Coventry.
<lb ed="F1" n="2634"/><stage type="exit">[Exeunt all but King and Exeter.</stage>

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2635"/></p></sp>

<sp who="k.-hen."><speaker>K. Hen.</speaker><p>Here at the palace will I rest awhile.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2636"/>Cousin of Exeter, what thinks your lordship?
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2637"/>Methinks the power that Edward hath in field
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2638"/>Should not be able to encounter mine.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2639"/></p></sp>

<sp who="exe."><speaker>Exe.</speaker><p>The doubt is that he will seduce the rest.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2640"/></p></sp>

<sp who="k.-hen."><speaker>K. Hen.</speaker><p>That's not my fear; my meed hath got me fame:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2641"/>I have not stopp'd mine ears to their demands,
<lb ed="G" n="40"/><lb ed="F1" n="2642"/>Nor posted off their suits with slow delays;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2643"/>My pity hath been balm to heal their wounds,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2644"/>My mildness hath allay'd their swelling griefs,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2645"/>My mercy dried their water-flowing tears;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2646"/>I have not been desirous of their wealth,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2647"/>Nor much oppress'd them with great subsidies,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2648"/>Nor forward of revenge, though they much err'd:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2649"/>Then why should they love Edward more than me?
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2650"/>No, Exeter, these graces challenge grace:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2651"/>And when the lion fawns upon the lamb,
<lb ed="G" n="50"/><lb ed="F1" n="2652"/>The lamb will never cease to follow him.
<lb ed="F1" n="2653"/><stage>[Shout within, 'A Lancaster! A Lancaster!'</stage>

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2654"/></p></sp>

<sp who="exe."><speaker>Exe.</speaker><p>Hark, hark, my lord! what shouts are <lb ed="F1" n="2655"/>these?
<lb ed="F1" n="2656"/><stage type="entrance">   Enter KING EDWARD, GLOUCESTER, and
soldiers.</stage>
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2657"/></p></sp>

<sp who="k.-edw."><speaker>K. Edw.</speaker><p>Seize on the shame-faced Henry, bear him hence;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2658"/>And once again proclaim us king of England.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2659"/>You are the fount that makes small brooks to flow:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2660"/>Now stops thy spring; my sea shall suck them dry,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2661"/>And swell so much the higher by their ebb.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2662"/>Hence with him to the Tower; let him not speak.
<lb ed="F1" n="2663"/><stage type="exit">[Exeunt some with King Henry. </stage>
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2664"/>And, lords, towards Coventry bend we our course,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2665"/>Where peremptory Warwick now remains:
<lb ed="G" n="60"/><lb ed="F1" n="2666"/>The sun shines hot; and, if we use delay,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2667"/>Cold biting winter mars our hoped-for hay.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2668"/></p></sp>

<sp who="glou."><speaker>Glou.</speaker><p>Away betimes, before his forces join,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2669"/>And take the great-grown traitor unawares:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2670"/>Brave warriors, march amain towards Coventry.
<lb ed="F1" n="2671"/><stage type="exit">[Exeunt. </stage>
</p></sp>
</div2>
</div1>
<div1 type="act" n="5">
  <head>ACT V</head>
<div2 type="scene" n="1">
<head>SCENE I</head>
<stage type="setting">Coventry.</stage>
<lb ed="F1" n="2672"/><stage type="entrance"> Enter WARWICK, the Mayor of Coventry, two
<lb ed="F1" n="2673"/>Messengers, and others upon the walls.</stage>
  
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2674"/><sp who="war."><speaker>War.</speaker><p>Where is the post that came from valiant Oxford?
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2675"/>How far hence is thy lord, mine honest fellow?
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2676"/></p></sp>

<sp who="first-mess."><speaker>First Mess.</speaker><p>By this at Dunsmore, marching hitherward.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2677"/></p></sp>

<sp who="war."><speaker>War.</speaker><p>How far off is our brother Montague?
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2678"/>Where is the post that came from Montague?
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2679"/></p></sp>

<sp who="second-mess."><speaker>Second Mess.</speaker><p>By this at Daintry, with a puissant troop.
<lb ed="F1" n="2680"/><stage type="entrance">          Enter SIR JOHN SOMERVILLE.</stage>
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2681"/></p></sp>

<sp who="war."><speaker>War.</speaker><p>Say, Somerville, what says my loving son?
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2682"/>And, by thy guess, how nigh is Clarence now?
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2683"/></p></sp>

<sp who="som."><speaker>Som.</speaker><p>At Southam I did leave him with his forces,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2684"/>And do expect him here some two hours hence.

<stage>[Drum heard.</stage>

<lb ed="G" n="11"/><lb ed="F1" n="2685"/></p></sp>

<sp who="war."><speaker>War.</speaker><p>Then Clarence is at hand; I hear his drum.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2686"/></p></sp>

<sp who="som."><speaker>Som.</speaker><p>It is not his, my lord; here Southam lies:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2687"/>The drum your honour hears marcheth from Warwick.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2688"/></p></sp>

<sp who="war."><speaker>War.</speaker><p>Who should that be? belike, unlook'd-for friends.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2689"/></p></sp>

<sp who="som."><speaker>Som.</speaker><p>They are at hand, and you shall quickly know.
<lb ed="F1" n="2690"/><stage>March: flourish. Enter KING EDWARD,
GLOUCESTER, <lb ed="F1" n="2691"/>and soldiers.</stage>
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2692"/></p></sp>

<sp who="k.-edw."><speaker>K. Edw.</speaker><p>Go, trumpet, to the walls, and sound a parle.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2693"/></p></sp>

<sp who="glou."><speaker>Glou.</speaker><p>See how the surly Warwick mans the wall!
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2694"/></p></sp>

<sp who="war."><speaker>War.</speaker><p>O unbid spite! is sportful Edward come?
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2695"/>Where slept our scouts, or how are they seduced,
<lb ed="G" n="20"/><lb ed="F1" n="2696"/>That we could hear no news of his repair?
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2697"/></p></sp>

<sp who="k.-edw."><speaker>K. Edw.</speaker><p>Now, Warwick, wilt thou ope the city gates?
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2698"/>Speak gentle words and humbly bend thy knee,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2699"/>Call Edward king and at his hands beg mercy?
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2700"/>And he shall pardon thee these outrages.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2701"/></p></sp>

<sp who="war."><speaker>War.</speaker><p>Nay, rather, wilt thou draw thy forces hence,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2702"/>Confess who set up thee and pluck'd thee down,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2703"/>Call Warwick patron and be penitent?
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2704"/>And thou shall still remain the Duke of York.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2705"/></p></sp>

<sp who="glou."><speaker>Glou.</speaker><p>I thought, at least, he would have said the king;
<lb ed="G" n="30"/><lb ed="F1" n="2706"/>Or did he make the jest against his will?
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2707"/></p></sp>

<sp who="war."><speaker>War.</speaker><p>Is not a dukedom, sir, a goodly gift?
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2708"/></p></sp>

<sp who="glou."><speaker>Glou.</speaker><p>Ay, by my faith, for a poor earl to give:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2709"/>I'll do thee service for so good a gift.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2710"/></p></sp>

<sp who="war."><speaker>War.</speaker><p>'Twas I that gave the kingdom to thy <lb ed="F1" n="2711"/>brother.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2712"/></p></sp>

<sp who="k.-edw."><speaker>K. Edw.</speaker><p>Why then 'tis mine, if but by Warwick's gift.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2713"/></p></sp>

<sp who="war."><speaker>War.</speaker><p>Thou art not Atlas for so great a weight:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2714"/>And, weakling, Warwick takes his gift again;
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2715"/>And Henry is my king, Warwick his subject.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2716"/></p></sp>

<sp who="k.-edw."><speaker>K. Edw.</speaker><p>But Warwick's king is Edward's prisoner:
<lb ed="G" n="40"/><lb ed="F1" n="2717"/>And, gallant Warwick, do but answer this:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2718"/>What is the body when the head is off?
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2719"/></p></sp>

<sp who="glou."><speaker>Glou.</speaker><p>Alas, that Warwick had no more forecast,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2720"/>But, whiles he thought to steal the single ten,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2721"/>The king was slily finger'd from the deck!
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2722"/>You left poor Henry at the Bishop's palace,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2723"/>And, ten to one, you'll meet him in the Tower.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2724"/></p></sp>

<sp who="k.-edw."><speaker>K. Edw.</speaker><p>'Tis even so; yet you are Warwick still.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2725"/></p></sp>

<sp who="glou."><speaker>Glou.</speaker><p>Come, Warwick, <lb ed="F1" n="2726"/>take the time; kneel down, kneel down:
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2727"/>Nay, when? strike now, or else the iron cools.
<lb ed="G" n="50"/><lb ed="F1" n="2728"/></p></sp>

<sp who="war."><speaker>War.</speaker><p>I had rather chop this hand off at a blow,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2729"/>And with the other fling it at thy face,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2730"/>Than bear so low a sail, to strike to thee.
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2731"/></p></sp>

<sp who="k.-edw."><speaker>K. Edw.</speaker><p>Sail how thou canst, <lb ed="F1" n="2732"/>have wind and tide thy friend,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2733"/>This hand, fast wound about thy coal-black hair,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2734"/>Shall, whiles thy head is warm and new cut off,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2735"/>Write in the dust this sentence with thy blood,
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2736"/>'Wind-changing Warwick now can change no more.'
<lb ed="F1" n="2737"/><stage type="entrance">   Enter OXFORD, with drum and colours.</stage>
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2738"/></p></sp>

<sp who="war."><speaker>War.</speaker><p>O cheerful colours! see where Oxford comes!
<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2739"/></p></sp>

<sp who="oxf."><speaker>Oxf.</speaker><p>Oxford, Oxford, for Lancaster!

<stage>[He and his forces enter the city.</stage>

<lb ed="G"/><lb ed="F1" n="2740"/></p></sp>
