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Must Edward fall, which peril heaven fore- |
War. No longer earl of March, but duke of
The next degree is, England's royal throne: For king of England sbalt thou be proclaim'd In every borough as we pass along;
And he, that throws not up his cap for joy, Shall for the fault make forfeit of his head. King Edward,-valiant Richard,-Monta
Stay we no longer dreaming of renown,
(As thou hast shown it flinty by thy deeds,)
Enter a MESSENGER.
War. How now? What news?
Mess. The duke of Norfolk sends you word
The queen is coming with a puissant host;
SCENE II.-Before York.
Q. Mar. Welcome, my lord, to this brave
Yonder's the head of that arch-enemy,
Doth not the object cheer your heart, my lord? K. Hen. Ay, as the rocks cheer them that fear their wreck ;
To see this sight, it irks my very soul.-
The smallest worm will turn, being trodden on;
Ambitious York did level at thy crown, Thou smiling, while he kuit his angry brows: He, but a duke, would have his son a king, And raise his issue, like a loving sire; Thou, being a king, blessed with a goodly son, Didst yield consent to disinherit him, Which argued thee a most unloving father. Unreasonable creatures feed their young: And though man's face be fearful to their eyes, Yet, in protection of their tender ones, Who hath not seen them (even with those wings flight,) Which sometime they have used with fearful Make war with him that climb'd unto their nest, Offering their own lives in their young's de[fence? For shame, my liege, make them your preceWere it not pity, that this goodly boy [dent!
Why then things are as they should be.
Should lose his birthright by his father's fault?
K. Hen. Full well hath Clifford play'd the
Inferring arguments of mighty force.
How it doth grieve me that thy head is here!
And learn this lesson,-Draw thy sword in K. Hen. Edward Plantagenet, arise a knight; right.
Prince. My gracious father, by your kingly And in that quarrel use it to the death. I'll draw it as apparent to the crown, [leave Clif. Why, that is spoken like a toward prince.
Enter a MESSENGER.
For, with a band of thirty thousand men,
[sent. The queen hath best success when you are abQ. Mar. Ay, good, my lord, and leave us to our fortune.
K. Hen. Why, that's my fortune too; therefore I'll stay.
North. Be it with resolution then to fight. Prince. My royal father, cheer these noble lords,
And hearten those that fight in your defence: Unsheath your sword, good father; cry St. George!
March.-Enter EDWARD, GEORGE, Richard, WARWICK, NORFOLK, MONTAGUE, and Soldiers.
And set thy diadem upon my head;
Q. Mar. Go rate thy minions, proud insult-
Edw. I am his king, and he should bow his I was adopted heir by his consent: Since when, his oath is broke; for, as I hear,
† 1. e. Arrange your host, put your host in order.
Clif. Ay, and old York, and yet not satisfied. Rich. For God's sake, lords, give signal to the fight.
War. What say'st thou, Heary, wilt thou yield the crown?
Q. Mar. Why, how now long-tongued Warwick? Dare you speak?
When you and I met at St. Albans last,
Clif. You said so much before, and yet you fled.
War. "Twas not your valour, Clifford, drove me thence.
North. No, nor your manhood, that durst make you stay.
Rich. Northumberland, I hold thee reverently!
Break off the parle; for scarce I can refrain
Clif. I slew thy father: call'st thou him a child?
Rich. Ay, like a dastard, and a treacherous coward,
As thou didst kill our tender brother Rutland; But, ere sun-set, I'll make thee curse the deed. K. Hen. Have done with words, my lords, and hear me speak.
Q. Mar. Defy them then, or else hold close thy lips.
K. Hen. I pr'ythee, give no limits to my I am a king, and privileged to speak. [tongue; Clif. My liege, the wound, that bred this meeting here,
Cannot be cured by words; therefore be still.
Rich. Then executioner, unsheath thy sword: By him that made us all, I am resolved,* That Clifford's manhood lies upon his tongue. Edw. Say, Henry, shall I have my right, or
Whose father bears the title of a king, (As if a channel should be call'd the sea,) Shamest thou not, knowing whence thou art extraught,
To let thy tongue detect+ thy base-born heart? Edw. A wisp of straw were worth a thousand crowns,
To make this shameless callett know herself.—
And, had he match'd according to his state,
Geo. But, when we saw our sunshine made
Edw. Bootless is flight, they follow us with | And cheers these hands that slew thy sire and
And weak we are, and cannot shun pursuit.
Rich. Ah, Warwick, why hast thou with-
Thy brother's blood the thirsty earth hath
The noble gentleman gave up the ghost.
I'll kill my horse, because I will not fly.
And, in this vow, do chain my soul to thine.-
Let me embrace thee in my weary arms:-
Geo. Yet let us all together to our troops,
For yet is hope of life, and victory.-
To execute the like upon thyself;
[They fight-WARWICK enters; CLIFFORD Aies.
For I myself will hunt this wolf to death.
SCENE V.-Another part of the Field.
Alarum. Enter King HENRY.
K. Hen. This battle fares like to the morn-
For what is in this world, but grief and woe?
To carve out dials quaintly, point by point,
So many days my ewes have been with young;
Pass'd over to the end they were created,
Gives not the hawthorn bush a sweeter shade
His cold thin drink out of his leather bottle,
And I, who at his hands receiv'd my life, Have by my hands of life bereaved him.Pardon me, God, I knew not what I did!And pardon, father, for I knew not thee!My tears shall wipe away these bloody marks; And no more words till they have flow'd their fill.
K. Hen. O piteous spectacle! O bloody times!
Whilst lions war, and battle for their dens, Poor harmless lambs abide their enmity.Weep, wretched man, I'll aid thee tear for tear:
And let our hearts, and eyes, like civil war, Be blind with tears, and break o'ercharged with grief.
Son. I'll bear thee hence, where I may weep my fill. [Exit with the Body. Fath. These arms of mine shall be thy wind
My heart, sweet boy, shall be thy sepulchre;
Here sits a king more woeful than you are.
Alarums: Excursions.--Enter Queen MARGA-
And Warwick rages like a chafed bull:
Enter a FATHER who hath killed his Son, with Are at our backs; and therefore hence amain.
the Body in his Arms.
Fath. Thou that so stoutly had resisted me, Give me thy gold, if thou hast any gold; For I have bought it with a hundred blows.But let me see :-Is this our foeman's face? Ah, no, no, no, it is mine only son!Ah, boy, if any life be left in thee, Throw up thine eye; see, see, what showers
Blown with the windy tempest of my heart, Upon thy wounds, that kill mine eye and heart!
O, pity, God, this miserable age!-
Take on with me and ne'er be satisfied!
Fath. How will my wife, for slaughter of
Exe. Away! for vengeance comes along with them:
Nay, stay not to expostulate, make speed;
K. Hen. Nay, take me with thee, good sweet
Not that I fear to stay, but love to go Whither the queen intends. Forward; away! [Exeunt.
SCENE VI.-The same.
A loud Alarum.-Enter CLIFFORD, wounded. Clif. Here burns my candle out, ay, here it
dies, Which, while it lasted, gave king Henry light. O, Lancaster! I fear thy overthrow,
More than my body's parting with my soul.
The common people swarm like summer flies:
Or as thy father, and his father, did,
Bootless are plaints, and cureless are my
And much effuse of blood doth make me faint:[rest; Come, York, and Richard, Warwick, and the I stabb'd your fathers' bosoms, split my breast. [He faints. Alarum and Retreat.-Enter EDWARD, GEORGE, RICHARD, MONTAGUE, WARWICK, and Soldiers.
Edw. Now breathe we, lords; good fortune bids us pause, [looks.And smooth the frowns of war with peaceful Some troops pursue the bloody-minded queen; That led calm Henry, though he were a king, As doth a sail, fill'd with a fretting gust, Command an argosy to stem the waves. But think you, lords, that Clifford fled with
War. No, 'tis impossible he should escape; For, though before his face I speak the words, Your brother Richard mark'd him for the grave; And, wheresoe'er he is, he's surely dead. [CLIFFORD groans and dies. Edw. Whose soul is that which takes her heavy leave?
Rich. A deadly groan, like life and death's departing.
Edw. See who it is: and now the battle's ended,
If friend, or foe, let him be gently used.
Who, not contented that he lopp'd the branch,
I mean our princely father, duke of York. War. From off the gates of York fetch down the head,
Your father's head, which Clifford placed there: Instead whereof, let this supply the room; Measure for measure must be answered.
Edw. Bring forth this fatal screech-owl to our house,
That nothing sung but death to us and ours: Now death shall stop his dismal threatening sound,
And his ill-boding tongue no more shall speak. [Attendants bring the Body forward. War. I think his understanding is bereft:Speak, Clifford, dost thou know who speaks to
Dark cloudy death o'ershades his beams of life, And he nor sees, nor hears us what we say. Rich. O, 'would he did! And so, perhaps, he "Tis but his policy to counterfeit, [doth; Because he would avoid such bitter taunts Which in the time of death he gave our father. Geo. If so thou think'st, vex him with eager words.*
Rich. Clifford, ask mercy, and obtain no
Rich. What, not an oath? Nay, then the world goes hard, [oath:When Clifford cannot spare his friends an I know by that, he's dead; and, by my soul, If this right hand would buy two hours' lite, That I in all despite might rail at him, This hand should chop it off; and with the issuing blood
Stifle the villain, whose unstaunched thirst York and young Rutland could not satisfy. War. Ay, but he's dead: Off with the traitor's head,
And rear it in the place your father's stands.-
And ask the lady Bona for thy queen:
The scatter'd foe, that hopes to rise again;
For on thy shoulder do I build my seat;
Shall do, and undo, as him pleaseth best.
Rich. Let me be duke of Clarence, George
For Gloster's dukedom is too ominous.
War. Tut, that's a foolish observation; Richard be duke of Gloster: now to London, To see these honours in possession. [Exeunt.
SCENE 1.-A Chase in the North of England. Enter Two KEEPERS, with Cross-bows in their Hands.
1 Keep. Under this thick-grown brake* we'll shroud ourselves; [come; For through this laund+ anon the deer will And in this covert will we make our stand, Culling the principal of all the deer.
2 Keep. I'll stay above the hill, so both may
1 Keep. That cannot be; the noise of thy cross-bow
Will scare the herd, and so my shoot is lost. Here stand we both and aim we at the best: And, for the time shall not seem tedious, I'll tell thee what befell me on a day, In this self-place where now we mean to stand. 2 Keep. Here comes a man, let's stay till he be past.
Enter King HENRY, disguised, with a Prayerbook.
K. Hen. From Scotland am I stolen, even of pure love,
To greet mine own land with my wishful sight.