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And, if thou canst for blushing view this And will you pale • your head in Henry's glory face:
And rob his teinples of the diadem, And bite thy tongue, that slanders him with Now in bis life, against your holy oath ? cowardice,
Ob l 'tis a fault too too unpardonable Whose frown hath made thee faint and fly ere off with the crown; and, with the crown, bis this.
head; Clif. I will not bandy with thee word for And, whilst we breathe, take time to do hiin word;
dead. But buckle with thee blows, twice two for one. Clif. That is my office, for my father's sake.
(Draws. Q. Mar. Nay, stay; let's hear the orisous he Q. Mar. Hold, valiant Clifford ! for a thou.
makes. sand causes,
York. She-wolf of France, but worse than I would prolong awhile the traitor's life :
wolves of France, Wrath makes him deaf ; speak thou, Northum- Whose tongue more poisons than the adder's berland.
tooth, North. Hold, Clifford; do not honour him so How ill-beseeming is it in thy sex, much,
To triumph, like an Amazonian trull, To prick thy finger, though to wound his heart : Upon their woes whom fortune captivates ? What valour were it, when a cur doth grin, But that thy face is, visor-like, unchanging, For one to thrust his band between his teeth, Made impudent with use of evil deeds, When he might spurn him with his foo: away? I would assay proud queen, to make thiee It is war's prize to take all vantages;
blush; And ten to one is no impeach of valour.
To tell thee whence thou cam'st, of whom de. (They lay hands on YORK, who struggles.
riv'd, clif. Ay, ay, so strives the woodcock with were shame enough to shame thee, wert thou the gin.
not shameless, North. So doth the coney struggle in the net. Thy father bears the type of king of Naples,
(York is taken prisoner of both the Sicils and Jerusalem ; York. So triumph thieves upon their con- / Yet not so wealthy as an English yeoman. quer'a booty;
Hath that poor monarch taught thee to insult ? So true men. yield, with robbers 80 o'er. It needs not, nor it boots thee wot, proud match'd.
queen ; North. What would your grace have done un- Unless the adage must be verified, to him now?
That beggars, mounted, run their borse to Q. Mar. Brave warriors, Clifford and North
'Tis beauty that doth oft make women proud ; Come make him stand upon this molehill here: But, God he knows, thy sbare thereof is small : Tbat raught + at inountains with outstretched 'Tis virtue that doth make them most admir'd ; arms,
The contrary doth make thee wonder'd at: Yet parted but the shadow with his hand.
'Tis government ý that makes them seem di. What I was it you, that would be England's
vine ; king?
The want thereof makes thee abominable : Was't you that revellid in our parliament,
Thou art as opposite to every good, And made a preachment of your bigb descent ! As the Antipodes are unto us, Where are your mess of sons to hack you now! Or as the south to the septentrion. I The wanton Edward, and the lusty George 1 O tiger's beart, wrapp'd in a woman's hide! And where's that valiant crook-back prodigy, How could'st thou drain the life-bloud of the Dicky your boy, that, with his grumbling 'To bid the father wipe his eyes withal, (child, voice,
And yet be seen to bear a woman's face Was wont to cheer his dad in mutinies?
Women are soft, mild, pitiful, and flexible ; Or, with the rest, where is your darling Rut- Thou steru, obdurate, dinty, rough, remorse. land 1
wish : Look. York : 1 staip'd this napkint with the Bid'st thou me rage? why, now thou hast thy blood
Would'st have me weep? why, now thou hast That valiant Clifford, with his rapier's point,
thy will: Made issue from the bosom of the boy :
For raging wind blows up incessant showers, And, if thine eyes can water for his death, And, when the rage allays, the rain begins. I give thee this to dry thy cheeks withal,
These tears are my sweet Rutland's obseAlas, poor York! but that I hate thee deadly,
quies ; I should lament thy miserable state.
And every drop cries vengeance for Sis I pr'ythee grieve, to make me merry, York ;
death, Stamp, rave, and fret, that I may sing and 'Gainst thee,' fell Clifford, and thee, false dance.
French-woman. What, hath thy fiery heart so parch'd thine en North. Beshrew me, but his passions ( move trails,
me so, or a tear can fall for Rulland's death? That hardly can I check my eyes from tears. Why art thou patient, man ? thou should'st be York. That face of his the hungry cannibals mad;
Would not have touch'd, would not have staiu'd And I, to make thee mad, do mock thee tbus.
with blood Thou would'st be fee'd, I see, to make me But you are more inbuman, more inexorable, sport:
O ten times more, than tigers of Hyrcauia. York cannot speak, unless he wear a crown. See, ruthless queen, a hapless father's tears : A crown for York ;-and, lords, bow low to This cloth thou dipp'st in blood of my sweet him.
boy, Hold you his hands, whilst I do set it on. And I with tears do wash the blood away.
Putting a paper Crown on his Head. Keep thou the napkin, and go boast of this : Ay, marry, Sir, now looks he like a king!
(He gives back the Handkerch Ay, this is he that took king Henry's chair ; And, if thou tell'st the heavy story right, And this is be was his adopted heir.
Upon my soul, the hearers will shed tears; But how is it that great Plantagenet
Yea, even my foes will shed fast falling tears; Is crown'd so soon, and broke his solemn oath ? As I bethink me, you should not be king,
• Impale, encircle with a crown.
Kill him Till our king Henry had shook bands with
The distinguishing mark. death,
Government, in the language of the time, signifie
evenness of temper, and decency of manners. • Honest men. Reached. Handkerchief.
And say,- Alas, it was piteous deed
That we, the sons of brave Plantagenet, There, take the crown, and, with the crown, my Each one already blazing by our meeds. curse ;
Should notwithstanding, join our lights to And, in thy peed, such comfort come to thee,
gether, As now I reap at thy too cruel hand
And over-shine the earth, as this the world. Hard-hearted Clifford, take ine from the world; Whate'er it bodes, henceforward will I bear My soul to heaven, my blood upon your heads ! | Upon my target three fair sbining suns. North. Had he been slaughterman to all my Rich. Nay, bear three daughters ;-By your kin,
leave I speak it, I should pot for my life but weep with him, You love the breeder better than the male. To see how inly sorrow gripes his soul.
Enter a MESSENGER. Q. Mar. What, weeping-ripe, my lord Northumberland ?
But what art thou, whose heavy looks foretell Think but upon the wrong he did us all,
Some dreadful story hanging on thy tongue ? And that will quickly dry thy melting tears.
Mess. Ah! one that was a woeful looker on, Clif. Here's for my oath, here's for my fa-When as the noble duke of York was slain, ther's death.
Stabbing him. Your princely father, and my loving lord. Q. Mar. And here's to right our gentle-heart-1 Edw. O'speak no more! for I have heard too ed king. Stabbing him
much. York. Open thy gate of mercy, gracious God! Rich. Say how he died, for I will hear it My soul flies through these wounds to seek out
[Dies. Mess. Environed he was with many foes ; Q. Mar. off with bis head, and set it on And stood against them, as the hope of Troy t York gates;
Against the Greeks, that would bave enter'd So York may overlook the town of York.
And many strokes, though with a little axe,
Hew down and fell the hardest-timber'd oak. ACT II.
By many hands your father was subdued ;
But only slaughter'd by the ireful arm SCENE I.-A Plain near MORTIMER'S
of unrelenting Clifford, and the queen : Cross, in Herefordshire.
Who crown'd the gracious duke, in bigh de
spight; Drums – Enter EDWARD and RICHARD, with Laugh'd in his face ; and when with grief he their Forces, marching.
wept, Edw. I wonder how our princely father
The ruthless queen gave him, to dry bis cheeks. 'scaped,
A napkin steeped in the harmless blood Or whether he be 'scaped away or no,
of sweet young Rutland, by rough Clifford From Clifford's and Northumberland's pursuit ;
slain; Had he been ta'en, we would have heard the
1 And, after many scorns, many foul taunts, news :
I They took his head, and on the gates of York Had he been slain, we should have heard the
They set the same ; and there it doth remain, news:
The saddest spectacle that e'er I view'd. Or, had he "scaped, methinks we should bave
Edw. Sweet duke of York, our prop to lean heard
upon ; The happy tidings of his good escape.
Now thou art gone, we bave no stafi, no How fares my brother? Why is he so sad ?
stay Rich. I caunot joy, until I be resolved
0 Clifford, boist'rous Clifford, thou hast slain Where our right valiaut father is become.
The flower of Europe for his chivalry; I saw him in the battle range about ;
And treacherously hast thou vanquish'd him, And watch'd him how he singled Clifford | For, hand to hand, he would have vanquish'd forth,
thee I Methought he bore * him in the thickest troop,
Now my soul's palace is become a prison : As doth a lion in a herd of neat:t
Ah! would she break from hence, that this my Or as a bear, encompass'd round with dogs ;
body Who, having pinchi'd a few, and made them
| Might in the ground be closed up in rest : . . cry,
For never henceforth shall I joy again, The rest stand all aloof, and bark at him.
Never, o never, shall I see more joy. So fared our father with his enemies;
Rich. I cannot weep : for all my body's mois. So fed his enemies my warlike father ;
ture Methinks, 'tis prize enough to be his son.
Scarce serves to quench my furnace-burning See, how the morning opes her golden gates,
heart: And takes her farewell of the glorious sun ! !
Nor can my tongue unload my heart's great How well resembles it the prime of youth,
burden; Trimm'd like a younker, prancing to his love ? For sell.same wind, tha
For self-same wind, that I should speak withal, Edw. Dazzle mine eyes, or do I see three Is kindling coals, that fire all my breast, suns ?
And burn me up with fanjes, that tears would Rich. Three glorious suns, each one a perfect
To weep, is to make less the depth of grief : Not separated with the racking clouds, s
Tears, then, for babes ; blows and revenge for But sever'd in a pale clear-shining sky.
me 1 See, see! they join, embrace, and seem to kiss, Richard, I bear thy name, I'N venge thy death, As if they vow'd some league inviolable :
Or die renowned by attempting it. Now are they but one lamp, one light, one Edw. His name that valiauit duke bath left
with thee : In thie the heaven figures some event.
His dukedom and his chair wità me is le 1 Edw. 'Tis wondrous strange, the like yet! Rich. Nay, if thou be that princely eag.e never heard of.
bird, I think it cites us, brother, to the field; Show thy descent by gazing 'gainst the sun;
For chair and dukedom, throne and kingdom • Demeaned himself,
say ; + Neat cattle, cows, oxen, &c.
Either that is thine, or else thou wert not his. 1 Aurora takes for aume her farewell of the sun, when she disunisses him to his dinal course. $ The clouds in rapid tumultua'y motion,
March.-Enter WARWICK and MONTAGUE, And wring the awful sceptre from his fist; with Forces.
Were he as famous and as bold in war, War. How now. fair Jords? What fare / AS be 18 famed for mildness, peace, and
prayer. What news abroad 1 Rich. Great ford of Warwick, if we should
Rich. I know it well, lord Warwick ; blame
me not: recount Our baleful news, at each word's deliverance,
'Tis love I bear thy glories makes me speak.
But, in this troublous time, what's to be done? Stab poniards in our flesh till all were told, The words would add more anguish than the
Shall we go throw away our coats of steel,
And wrap our bodies in black mourning wounds. 0 valiant lord, the duke of York is slain.
gowns, Edw. 0 Warwick! Warwick! that Planta
Numb'ring our Ave-Maries with our beads ?
1 Or shall we on the belmets of our foes genet, Which held thee dearly as his soul's redemp-lif for the last, say-Ay, and to it, lords.
Tell our devotion with revengeful arms ? tion, Is by the stern lord Clifford done to death.
War. Why, therefore Warwick came to seek War. Ten days ago I drown'd these news in
| And therefore comes my brother Montague. tears :
Attend me, lords. The proud insulting queen, . And now, to add more measure to your woes,
With Clifford, and the baught • Northumber. 1 come to tell you things since then befallin.
land, Alter the bloody fray at Wakefield fought,
And of their feather, many more proud birds, Where your brave father breathed his' latest
Have wrought the easy melting king, like wax. gasp,
He swore consent to your succession, Tidings, as swiftly as the post could run,
His oath enrolled in the parliament ; Were bronght me of your loss and his depart.
And now to London all the crew are gone, I then in London, keeper of the king,
To frustrate both his ontb, and what beside Muster'd my soldiers, gather'd flocks of
May make against the house of Lancaster, friends,
Their power, I think, is thirty thousand strong: And very well appointed, as I thought, March'd towards Saint Alban's to intercept the
Now, if the help of Norfolk and myself,
With all the friends that thou, brave earl of queen,
March, Bearing the king in my behalf along :
Amongst the loving Welchmen canst proFor by my scouts I was advertised,
cure, That sbe was coming with a full intent
Will but ainonnt to five and twenty thousand, To dash our late decree in parliament,
Why, Via! To London will we march ainain : Touching king Henry's oath, and your succes
And once again bestride our foaming steeds, sion.
And once again cry-Charge upon our foes ! Sbort tale to make,we at St. Alban's inet,
But never once again turn back and fly. Our battles join'd, and both sides tiercely
Rich. Ay, now, methinks, I hear great Warfought : But, whether 'twas the coldness of the king,
Ne'er may be live to see a sunshine day, Who look'd full gently on bis warlike queen,
That cries-Retire, if Warwick bid bim stay. 'That robb'd my soldiers of their bated spleen;
Edw. Lord Warwick, on thy shoulder will I Or whether 'twas report of her success :
lean ; Or more than common fear of Clifford's rigour, Who thunders to his captives, blood and
al And when thou fall'st, (as God forbid the
bour 1) death, I cannot judge : but, to conclude with truth.
Must Edward' fall, which peril heaven fore
fendi Their weapons like to lightuing came and
War. No longer earl of March, but duke of went ; Our soldiers like the night owl's lazy flight,
York ; Or like a lazy thrasher with a flail,
The next degree is, England's royal tbrone; Fell gently down, as if they struck their friends.
For king of England shalt thou be proclaim'd I cheer'd them up with justice of our cause,
In every borough as we pass along ;
And be, that throws not up his cap for joy, With promise of high pay and great rewards : But all in vain ; they had no heart to fight,
Shall for the fault make forfeit of his head.
King Edward,—valiant Richard, -Montague, And we, in them, no hope to win the day, So that we fled: the king into the queen ;
Stay we no longer dreaming of renown, Lord George your brother, Norfolk, and my
But sound tbe trumpets, and about our task. sell,
Rich. Then, Clifford, were thy heart as hard
as steel, In haste, post-haste, are come to join with
|(As thou hast shown it finty by thy deeds,) you ; For in the marches here, we heard, you
come to pierce it, or to give thee mine.
were, Making another head to fight again.
Edu. Then strike up, drums ;-God and
Saint George for us !
Enter a MESSENGER.
War. How now? What news ? War. Some six miles off the duke is with the Mess. The duke of Norfolk sends you word soldiers ;
by me, And for your brother,--he was lately sent,
The queen is coming with a puissant host; From your kind aunt, duchess of Burgundy,
And craves your counpany for speedy counsel. With aid of soldiers to this needful war.
War. Why then it sorts, brave warriors :
[Exeunt. Rich. 'Twas odds, belike, when valiant War
wick fled. Oft have I heard his praises in pursuit,
SCENE II.-Before York. But ne'er till now, his scandal of retire.
Enter King HENRY, Queen MARGARET, the War. Nor Dow my scandal, Richard, dost
Prince of WALES, CLIFFORD, and NORTHthou hear ;
UMBERLAND, with Forces. For thou shalt know, this strong right hand of mine
Q. Mar. Welcome, my lord, to this brave Can pluck the diadem from faint Henry's
town of York :head,
• Loly. Killed.
Yonder's the head of that arch enemy,
1 clip. Why, that is spokon like a toward That sought to be encompass'd with your
priuce. crown: Doth noi: the object cheer your heart, my lord !
Enter a MESSENGER. K. Hen. Ay, as the rocks cheer thein that Mess. Royal commanders, be in readiness: fear their wreck ;
For, with a band of thirty thousand mert, To see this sigbt, it irks my very soul.
Comes Warwick, backing of the duke of York: Withhold revenge, dear God ! 'tis not my fault, And, in the towns as they do march along, Not willingly bave I infringed my vow.
Proclaims him king, and inany fly to bim : Clif. My gracious liege, this too much lenity D'arraign your battle for they are at hand. And harmful pity, must be laid aside.
Clif. I would your highness would depart the To whom do lions cast their gentle looks ?
field; Not to the beast that would usurp their den. The queen hath best success when you are Whose band is that the forest bear doth lick ?
absent. Not his, that spoils her young before her face. Q. Mar. Ay, good, my lord, and leave us to Who 'scapes the lurking serpent's mortal sting?
our fortune. Not he, that sets his foot upon her back.
K. Hen. Why, that's my fortune too; thereThe smallest worm will turn, being trodden on;
fore I'll stay, And doves will peck, in safeguard of their
North. Be it with resolution then to fight. brood.
Prince. My royal father, cheer these noble Ambitious York did leve! at thy crown,
lords, Thou smiling, while he knit his angry brows: And hearten those that fight in your defence : He, but a duke, would have his son a king, Unsheath your sword, good father ; cry St. And raise his issue, like a loving sire :
George! Thou, being a king blessed with a goodly son,
March.Enter EDWARD. GEORGE, RICHARD. Didst yield consent to disinherit him,
WARWICK, NORFOLK, MONTAGUE, and Sol. Which argued thee a most unloving father.
diers. Unreasonable creatures feed their young And though man's face be fearful to their Edw. Now, perjured Henry! Wilt thou kneel eyes,
for grace, Yet in protection of their tender ones,
And set thy diadem upon my head; Who hath not seen them (even with those wings | Or bide the mortal fortune of the field ? Which sometime they have used with fearfull Q. Mar. Go rate thy minions, proud insulting flight,)
boy! Make war with him that climb'd unto their nest. Becomes it thee to be thus bold in terms, Offering their own lives in their young's de. Before thy sovereign and thy lawful king ? fence ?
Edw. I am his king, and he should bow his For shame, my liege, make thein your prece
knee ; dent!
I was adopted heir by his consent : Were it not pity, that this goodly boy
Since when, bis oath is broke ; for, as I hear, Should lose his birthright by his father's You-that are king, though he do wear the fault?
crown, And long hereafter say unto his child,
Have caused him, by new act of parliament, What my great-grandfather and grand-sire To blot out me, and put his own son in. gol,
Clit. And reason too; My careless father fondly + gave away? | Who should succeed the father, but the sou! Ab! what a sbame were this! Look on the Rich. Are you there, butcber -0 I cannot boy ;
speak. And let his inanly face, which promiseth
Clif. Ay, crook-back; here I stand, to answer Successful fortune, steel tby inelting heart,
thee, To hold thinue own, and leave tbine own with Or any he the proudest of thy sort. bim.
Rich. 'Twas you that kill'd young Rutland, K. Hen. Full well hath Clifford play'd the
was it not? orator,
Clis. Ay, and old York, and yet not satisfied. Inferring arguments of mighty force.
Rich. For God's sake, lords, give sigual to the But, cufford, tell me, didst thou never hear,
fight. That things ill got bad ever bad success ?
War. What say'st thou, Henry, wilt thou yield And happy always was it for that son,
the crown 1 Whose father for his boarding went to hell ? Q. Mar. Why, how now long-tongued War. l'll leave my son my virtuous deeds behind :
wick? Dare you speak ? And 'would my father bad left me no more! When you and I met at St. Alban's last, For all the rest is held at such a rate,
Your legs did better service than your hands. As brings a thousand-fold more care to keep, War. Then 'twas my turn to fly, and now 'lis Than in possession any jot of pleasure.
thine. Ah ! cousin York! 'would thy best friends did clif. You said so much before, and yet you know,
fied. How it doth grieve me that thy head is here ! War. 'Twas not your valour, Clifford, drove Q. Mar. My lord, cheer up your spirits ! Our
me thence. foes are nigh,
North. No, nor your manhood, that durst And this soft courage makes your followers
make you stay. faint.
Rich. Northumberland, I bold thee rese. You promised knighthood to our forward son ;
rently Unsheath your sword, and dub bin presently. Break of the parle ; for scarce I can refrain Edward, kneel down.
The execution of my big-swollen beart K. Hen. Edward Plantagenet, arise a knight :Upon that Clifford, that cruel child-killer. And learn this lesson,-Draj thy sword in 'Clif. I slew thy father : call'st thou him a right.
child 1 Prince. My gracious father, by your kingly Rich. Ay, like a dastard, and a treacherous leave
coward, I'll draw it as apparent to the crown,
As thou didst kill our tender brother Rutland; And in that quarrel use it to the death.
But, ere sun-set, I'll make thee curse the deed.
K. Hen. Have done with words, my lords, • llenry was a very amiable and pious monarch : he
and hear me speak. Counded the munificent college of Eton, and also King's Foolishly.
• I. a. Arrange your host, put your host in order
College, Ce munificene amiable and
Q. Mar. Defy them then, or else hold close' Edw. No, wrangling woman ; we'll no longer thy lips.
stay : K. Hen. I priythee, give no limits to my These words will cost ten thousand lives to day, tongue ;
(Ereunt. I am a king, and privileged to speak. Clif. My liege, the wound tbat bred tbis meet. SCENE NII.-A Field of Battle between ing here,
Touton and Sa.cton in Yorkshire.
:| Alarums : Excursions.-Enter WARWICK. By him that made us all, I am resolved,
War. Forspent with toil, as runners with a That Clifford's manhood lies upon bis tongue.
race, Edw. Say, Henry, shall I have my right, or I lay me down a little while to breathe : no
For strokes received, and many blows repaid, A thousand men have broke their fasts to-day, Have robb'd my strong-knit sinews of their That ne'er sball dine, unless thou yield the
And, spite of spíte, needs must I rest a while. War. If thou deny, their blood upon thy bead;
Enter EDWARD, running. For York in justice puts his armour on.
Edw. Smile, gentle heaven! or strike, unPrince. If that be right, which Warwick says
gentle death ! is right,
For this world frowns, and Edward's sun is There is no wrong, but every thing is right.
clouded. Rich. Whoever got thee, there thy mother War. How now, my lord ? What hap? What stands;
hope of good ? For, well I wot, thou hast thy mother's tongue. Q. Mar. But thou art neither like thy sire,
Enter GEORGE. nor dam;
Geo. Our bap is loss, our hope but sad des. But like a foul misshapen stigmatic,
pair; Mark'd by the destiniest to be avoided,
Our ranks are broke, and ruin follows us : As venom toads, or lizard's dreadful stings. What counsel give you, wbither shall we dy ? Rich. Iron of Naples, hid with English Edw. Bootless is bigbt, they follow us with gilt,'t
wings ; Whose father bears the title of a king,
And weak we are, and cannot shun pursuit. (As if a channel y should be call'a ihe sea,) Shamest thou not, knowing whence thou art ex
Enter RICHARD. traught,
Rich. Ah! Warwick, wby bast thou withdrawn To let thy tongue detect thy base-born heart?
thyself? Edw. À wisp of straw were worth a thou. Thy brother's blood the thirsty earth bath sand crowns,
drunk, To make this shameless callet I know herself.- Broach'd with the steely point of Clifford's Helen of Greece was fairer far than thou,
lance : Although thy husband may be Menelaus : * And, in the very pangs of death, he cried, And ne'er was Agamemnon's brother wrong'd Like to a dismal clangor heard from far, By that false woman, as this king by thee. Warwick, revenge! Brother, revenge any His father revell’d in the heart of France,
death! And tamed the king, and made the dauphin So underneath the belly of their steeds, stoop;
That sta in'd their fetlocks in his smoking And, bad be match'd according to his state,
blood, He might have kept that glory to this day : The noble gentleman gave up the ghost. But, when he took a beggar to his bed,
War. Then let the earth be drunken with our And graced thy poor sire with his bridal day;
blood : Even then that sunshine brew'd a shower for I'll kill my horse, because I will not fiy. bim,
Why stand we like soft hearted women here, That wash'd his father's fortunes forth of Wailing our losses, whiles tbe foe doth rage; France,
And look upon, as if the tragedy And heap'd sedition on his crown at home. Were play'd in jest by counterfeiting actors ? For what bath broach'd this tuniult, but thy Here on my knee 1 vow to God above, pride ?
I'll never pause again, never stand still, Hadst thou been meek, our title still had slept ; Till either death bath closed these eyes of mine, And we, in pity of the gentle king,
Or fortune given me measure of revenge. Had slipp'd our claim until another age.
Edw. 0 Warwick, I do bend my knee with Geo. But, when we saw our sunshine made
thine ; thy spring,
And, in this vow, do chain my soul to thine.And that tby summer bred us no increase, And ere my knee rise from the earth's cold We set the axe to thy usurping root;
face, And though the edge bath something hit our throw my hands, mine eyes, my heart to thee, selves,
Tbou setter up and plucker down of kings ! Yet, kuow thou since we have begun to strike, Beseeching thee, if with thy will it stands, We'll never leave, till we have hewn thee That to my foes this body must be prey, down,
Yet that thy brazen gates or heaven may ope, Or bathed thy growing with our beated bloods.
tny growing with our beated bloods. And give sweet passage to my sinful soul ! Edw. And, in this resolution, I defy thee; Now, lords, take Icave until we meet again, Not willing any longer conference,
Where'er it be, in heaven, or on earth. Since thou deny'st the gentle king to speak. Rich. Brother, give me thy band ;-and genSound trumpets !- Let our bloody colours
tle Warwick, wave 1
Let me embrace thee in my weary arms :And either victory, or else a grave.
1, that did never weep, now melt with woe, e Mar. Stay, Edward.
That winter should cut off our spring-time so.
War. Away, away! Once more, sweet lords, • It is my firm persuasion.
Geo. Yet let us all together to our troops,
And give them leave to fly that will not stayi
And call them pillars, that will stand to us : To show thy mean dess of birth by thy indecent rail
Druh .. le. A cuckold.
• And are mere spectatori.