Sivut kuvina

se requireth

War. reign's will?

Clar. consentire 1 repoch luath,

Enter King EDWARD, and a HUNTSMAN. I K. Hen. Warwick and Clarence, give me botb Hunt. This way, my lord; for this way lies Now join your bands, and, with your bands,

your hands; the game.

your hearts ; K. Edw. Nay, this way, man ; see, where the ch,

That no dissention hinder government: huntsmen stand.

I make you both protectors of this laud; Now, brother of Gloster, lord Hastings, and the

While I myself will lead a private life, rest,

Aud in devotion spend my latter days, Stand you thus close, to steal the bishop's deer ?

To sin's rebuke, and my Creator's praise. Glo. Brother, the time and case requireth

War. What answers Clarence to bis sovehaste; Your horse stands ready at the park corner.

Clar. That he consents, if Warwick yield K. Edw. But whither shall we then ? Hast. To Lynn, my lord ; and ship from thence

For on thy fortune I repose myself. to Flanders.

War. Why then, though luath, yet must I be Glo. Well guess'd, believe me ; for that was

content: my meaning. K. Edw. Stanley, I will requite thy forward. I We'll yoke together, like a double shadow

To Henry's body, and supply his place; ness.

I inean, in bearing weight of government, Glo. But wherefore stay we 8 'tis no time to

Wbile be enjoys the honour and bis ease. talk. K. Edw. Huntsman. wbat say'st thou wilt And, Clarence, now then it is more than need.

ful, thou go along?

Forthwith that Edward be pronounc'd a traitor, Hunt. Better do so, than tarry and be hang'd.

And all his lands and goods be confiscate. Glo. Come then, away ; let's have no more

Clar. What else ? and that succession be de ado.

terinin'd. K. Edu, Bishop, farewell : shield thee from

War. Ay, thereio Clarence shall not want his Warwick's frown ;

part. And pray that I may repossess the crown.

K. Hen. But, with the first of all your chief (Ereunt.


Let me entreat, (for I command no more,) SCENE VI.-A Room in the Touer.

That Margaret your queen, and my son Edward,

Be sent for, to return from France with speed : Enter King HENRY, CLARENCE, WARWICK,

For, till I see them here, by doubtful fear
TAGUE, LIEUTENANT of the Tower, and At. My joy of liberty is balt eclips'd.

Clar. It shall be done, my sovereign, with all tendants.

speed. K. Hen. Master lieutenant, now that God and K. Hen. My lord of Somerset, what youth is friends

that, Have shaken Edward from the regal seat, of whom you seem to have so tender care? And turn'd my captive state to liberty,

Som. My liege, it is young Henry; earl of My fear to bope, my sorrows unto joys ;

Richmond. At our enlargement what are thy due fees?

K. Hen. Come hither, England's hope : If Lieu. Subjects may cballenge nothing of their

secret powers sovereigns ;

(Lays his Hand on his Head. But, if an humble prayer may prevail,

Suggest but truth to my divining thoughts, I then crave pardon of your majesty.

This pretty lad • will prove our country's bliss. K. Hen. For wbat, lieutenant ? for well using His looks are full of peaceful majesty; me ?

His bead by nature frain'd to wear a crown, Nay, be thou sure, I'll well requite thy kind His hand to wield a sceptre ; and himself ness,

Likely, in time, to bless a regal throne. For that it made my imprisonment a pleasure : Make much of him, my lords ; for this is be, Ay, such a pleasure as incaged birds

Must help you more than you are hurt by me. Conceive, when, after many moody thoughts, At last, by notes of household barmony,

Enter a MESSENGER. They quite forget their loss of liberty.

War. What news, my friend ! But, Warwick, after God, thou set'st me free, Mess. That Edward is escaped from your And chiefly therefore I thank God and thee;

brother, He was the author, thou the instrument.

And fled, as he hears since, to Burgundy. Therefore, that I may conquer fortune's spite, Wur. Unsavoury news But how made he By living low, where fortune cannot hurt me ;

escape? And that the people of this blessed land

Mess. tle was convey'd by Richard duke of May not be punish'd with my thwarting stars ;

Gloster, Warwick, although my head still wear the | And the lord Hastings, who attended t him crown,

In secret ambush on the forest side, I bere resign my government to thee,

And from the bishop's huntsmen rescued him ; For thou art fortunate in all thy deeds.

For hunting was his daily exercise. War. Your grace bath still been fam'd for War. My brother was too careless of bis

virtuous ; And now may seem as wise as virtuous,

But let us hence, my sovereign, to provide By spying and avoiding fortune's malice,

A salve for any sore that may betide. For few men rigbtly temper with the stars : (Exeunt King HENRY, WAR. CLAR. LIXUT. Yet in this one thing let me blame your grace,

and Altendants. For choosing me, when Clarence is in place. | Som. My lord, I like not of this fight of Clar. No, Warwick, thou art werthy of the

Edward's : sway,

For, doubtless, Burgundy will yield him help ; To whom the heavens, in thy nativity,

And we sball have more wars, before't be Adjudg'd an olive branch and laurel crown,

long, As likely to be blessed in peace and war; As Henry's late presaging prophecy And therefore I yield thee my free consent. Did glad my heart, with hope of this young War. And I choose Clarence only for pro

Richmond ; tector.

• Anerward llenty VII. who put an end to the civil • low men conforun their temper to their destiny, war between the two houses + l'esent.

Le. Waited for him.

Was too

But let charge.

So doth my heart misgive me, in these conflicts | Drum.-Enter MONTGOMERY and Forces, What may befall him, to his harm and our's :

marching. Tberefore, lord Oxford, to prevent the worst, Glo. Brother, this is Sir John Montgoinery Forthwith we'll send him hence to Brittany,

Our trusty friend, unless I be deceiv'd. Till storms be past of civil enmity.

K. Edw. Welcome, Sir Job! But why come Oxf. Ay; for if Edward repossess the crown,

you in arms ? 'Tis like that Richmond with tbe rest shall Mont. To help king Edward in bis time of down.

storm, Som. It shall be so ; be shall to Brittany.

As every loyal subject ought to do. Come therefore, let's about it speedily.

K. Edw. Thanks, good Montgomery : But we (Exeunt.

now forget

Our title to the crown ; and only claim
SCENE VII.- Before York.

Our dukedom, till God please to send the rest.

Mont. Then sare you well, for I will hence Enter King EDWARD, GLOSTEX, Hastings,

again; and Forces.

I came to serve a king, and not a duke,K. Edw. Now, brother Richard, lord Hast. Drummer, strike up, and let us march away. ings, and the rest ;

(A March begun. Yet thus far fortune maketh us amends,

K. Edw. Nay, stay, Sir Jöbn, a wbile ; and And says, that once more I shall interchange

we'll debate, My waned state for Henry's regal crown. By what safe means the crown may be re. Well have we pass'd, and now repass'd the

cover'd. seas,

Mont. What talk you of debating? in few And brought desired help from Burgundy :

words, What then remains, we being thus arriv'd If you'll not bere proclaim yourself our king, From Ravenspurg baven before the gates of I'll leave you to your fortape; and be gone, York,

To keep them back that come to succour yoll: But that we enter, as into our dukedom

Why should we fight, if you pretend no title? Glo. The gates made fast 1-Brother, I rike Glo. Why brother, wherefore stand you on not this ;

nice points ? For many men, that stumble at the threshold, K. Edw. When we grow stronger, then we'll Are well foretold--that danger lurks within.

make our claim, K. Edw. Tush, man! abodements must not Till then, 'tis wisdom to conceal our meaning. now aftright us :

Hast. Away witb scrupulous wit! now arms By fair or foul means we must enter in,

must rule. For bither will our friends repair to us.

Glo. And fearless minds climb soonest unto Hast. My liege, I'll knock once more, to

crowns. summon them.

Brother, we will proclaim you out of hand;

The bruit . thereof will bring yon many friends. Enter, on the Walls, the MAYOR of York, I K. Edw. Then be it as you will ; for 'lis my and his Brethren.

rigbt, May. My lords, we were forewarned of your and Henry but usurps the diadem. coming,

dont. Ay, now my sovereign speaketh like And shut the gates for safety of ourselves;

himseli; For now we owe allegiance unto Henry.

And now will I be Edward's champion. K. Edw. But, master mayor, if Henry be Hast. Sound, trumpet ; Edward shall be bere your king,

proclaim'd : Yet Edward, at the least, is duke of York. Come, fellow-soldier, make thou proclamation. May. True, my good lord; I know you for

(Gives him a Paper Flourish, no less.

Sold. [Reads.) Eduard the fourth, by the K. Edw. Why, and I challenge nothing but grace of God, king of England and France, my dukedom ;

and lord of Ireland, &c. As being well content with that alone. Glo. But, when the fox hath once got in his

Mont. And whosoe'er gainsays king Edward's

right, nose,

this I challenge him to single fight. He'll soon find means to make the body follow. |


[Throws down his Gauntlet. Hast. Why, master mayor, why stand you in

All. Long live king Edward the fourth!

K. Edw. Tbanks, brave Montgomery ;--and a doubt ?

tbanks unto you all. Open the gates, we are king Henry's friends. May. Ay, say you so the gates shall tben be Now. for this night. let's barbour here in York:

If fortune serve me, I'll requite this kindness. open'd.

And when the morning sun sball raise his car

(Ereunt from above. Glo. A wise stout captain, and persuaded

Above the border of this horizon,

We'll forward towards Warwick and his mates ; soon! Hast. The good old man would fain that all

For well I wot + that Henry is no soldier.

Ab! froward Clarence, bow evil it beseems were well, So 'twere not 'long of him:

thee, but, being enter'd. I doubt not, I, but we shall soon persuade

To flatter Heory, and forsake thy brother! Both him, and all his brothers, unto reason.

Yet, as we may, we'll meet both thee and

Warwick. Re-enter the MAYOR and two ALDERMEN,

Come on, brave soldiers ; doubt not of the below.

And, that ouce gotten, doubt not of large pay. K. Edw. So, master mayor : these gates must

(Ereunt. not be sbut, But in the night, or in the time of war.

SCENE VIII.-London.-A Room in the What! fear not, man, ut yield me up the

Palace. keys ;


(Takes his keys. For Edward will defend he town and thee,

MONTAGUE, EXETER, and OXFORD. And all those friends that deign to follow me.

War. What counsel, lords I Edward troru

Belgia, • The mayor is willing we should enter, so he may Rot be blamed.

• Nuise, report.

day :

Mont. Comfort, my lord ;-and so I take my

With hasty Germans, and blunt Hollanders, And, lords, towards Coventry bend we Ogr Hath pass'd in safety through the narrow seas,

course, And with his troops doth march amain to Where peremptory Warwick now remains : London ;

The sun sbines bot, and, if we use delay, And many giddy people flock to him.

Cold biting winter mars our bop'd-for bay,. Orj. Let's levy men, and beat him back Glo. Away betimes, before his forces join, again.

And take the great-grown traitor unawares : Clar. A little fire is quickly trodden out: Brave warriors, march amain towards Coventry. Which, being suffer'd, rivers cannot quench.

(Exeunt. War. In Warwickshire I have true-hearted

friends, Not mutinous in peace, yet bold in war; Those will I muster up: and thou, son Cla

ACT V. rence,

SCENE I.-Coventry. Shalt stir, in Suffolk, Norfolk, and in Kent, The knights and gentlemen to come with Enter, upon the Walls, WARWICK, the Mayor thee:

of Coventry, two MESSENGERS and others. Thou, brother Montague, in Buckingham,

War. Where is the post, that came from Northampton, and in Leicestershire, shalt find

valiant Oxford ? Men well inclin'd to bear what thou coin-1

How far bence is thy lord, mine honest fel. mand'st :

low? And thou, brave Oxford, wondrous well-belov'd, I In Oxfordshire shall muster up thy friends.

1 Mess. By this at Dunsmore, marching bi. My sovereign, with the loving citizens.

tberward. Like to his island, girt in with the ocean,

War. How far off is our brother MontaOr modest Dian, circled with her nymphs,

gue 1 Shall rest in London, till we come to bim.

Where is the post that came from Montague ? Fair lords, take leave, and stand not to reply.

2 Moss. By this at Daintry, with a puissant Farewell, my sovereign.

troop. K. Hen. Farewell, my Hector, and my Troy's

Enter Sir JOHN SUMERVILL E. true hope. Clar. In sign of truth, I kiss your bigbness'

War. Say, Somerville, what says my loving hand.

son ? K. Hen. Well-minded Clarence. be thou for. And, by the guess, how nigh is Clarence now? tunate!

Som. Al Southam I did leave him with his

forces, leave.

And do expect him here some two hours bence. Oxf. And thus (Kissing HENRY's hand.) 1

(Drum heard. seal my truth, and bid adieu.

War. Then Clarence is at hand, I hear his

drum. K. Hen. Sweet Oxford, and my loving Mon-. tague,

Som. It is not his, my lord; bere Southam, And all at once, once more a happy farewell.

lics; War. Farewell, sweet lords ; let's meet at The drum your honour hears, marcheth from Coventry.

Warwick. [Ereunt WAR. CLAR. OIP. and MONT. War. Who should that be? belike, onlook'd. K. Hen. Here at the palace will I rest

for friends. a while.

Som. They are at hand, and you shall quickly Cousin of Exeter, what thinks your lordship?

know. Methinks, the power that Edward bath in field,

Drums. Enter King EDWARD, GLOSTER, Should not be able to encounter mine. Ere. The doubt is, that he will seduce the

and Forces, marching. rest.

K. Edw. Go, trumpet, to the walls, and K. Hen. That's not my fear, my meed • hath

sound a parle. got me fame.

Glo. See how the surly Warwick mans the I have not stopp'd mine ears to their demands.

wall. Nor posted off their suits with slow delays ;

War. O unbid spite ! is sportful Edward My pity hath been balm to heal their wounds,

come My mildness hath allay'd their swelling griefs,

Where slept our scouts, or how are they My mercy dry'd their water-flowing tears ;

seduc'd, I have not been desirous of their wealth,

That we could bear no pews of his repair ? Nor much oppress'd them with great subsidies,

K. Edw. Now, Warwick, wilt thou ope the Nor forward of revenge, though they much err'd:

city gates, Then why should they love Edward more thau Speak gentle words, and humbly beud thy me ?

knee No, Exeter, these graces challenge grace :

Call Edward-king, and at his hands beg And, when the lion fawns upon the lamb,

mercy, The lamb will never cease to follow him.

And he shall pardon thee these outrages. Shout within.) A Lancaster ! A Lancaster! | War. Nay, rather, wilt thou draw thy forces Exe. Hark, hark, my lord! what shouts are

hence, these !

Confess wbo set thee up, and pluck'd tbee

down 1Enter King EDWARD, GLOSTER, and Soldiers. Cal} Warwick--patron, and be penitent, K. Edw. Seive on the sbamc-fac'd Henry. And thou shalt still remain the duke of York. bear him hence,

Glo. I thonght, at least, he would have said And once again proclaim us king of England.

the king; You are the fount. that makes small brooks to Or did lię make the jest against his will ? flow;

War. Is not a dukedom, Sir, a goodly gift? Now stops tby spring: my sea shall suck them! Glo. Ay, by my faith, for a poor earl to give ? dry,

I'll do thee service for so good a gift. And swell so much the higher by their ebb. War. 'Twas I, that gave the kingdom to thy Heure with him to the Tower; let him not

brother. speak. (Exeunt some with King HENRY. The allusion is to the proverb, " Make hay whila

the sun shines." Merit.

+ I. e. Enroll myself among thy dependents.

K. Edw. Wby, then 'tis mine, if but by War. Look here, I throw my infamy at thee : wick's gift.

I will not ruinate my father's house, War. Thou art no Atlas, for so great a who gave his blood to line the stones to. weight:

gether, And, weakling, Warwick takes his gift again ; And set up Lancaster. Why, trow'st thon, And Henry is my king, Warwick his subject.

Warwick, K. Edw. But Warwick's king is Edward's That Clarence is so harsh, so blunt, + unvataral, prisoner:

To bend the fatal instruments of war And, gallant Warwick, do but answer this, Against his brother and his lawful king ? What is the body, when tbe head is off?

Perhaps thou wilt object my holy wath : Glo. Alas, that Warwick had no more fore- To keep that oath, were more impiety cast,

Than Jephtha's, when he sacrific'd his daughter But, whiles he thought to steal the single ten, I am so sorry for my trespass made, The king was slily finger'd from the deck !

That, to deserve well at my brother's hands, You left poor Henry at the bishop's palace, I here proclaim myself thy mortal foe; And, ten to one, you'll meet him in the Tower. With resolution, whereso'er I meet thee, K. Edw. 'Tis even so; yet you are Warwick (As I will meet thee, if thou stir abroad,) still.

To plague thee for thy foul misleading me. Glo. Come, Warwick, take the time, kneel | And so, proud-hearted Warwick, I defy thee, down, kneel down :

And to my brother turn my blushing cheeks.-Nay, when ? strike now, or else the iron cools. Pardon ine, Edward, I will make ainevds; iVar. I had rather chop this band off at a And, Richard, do not irown upon my faults, blow,

For I will henceforth be no more unconstant. And with the other fing it at thy face.

K. Edw. Now welcoine more, and ten times Than bear so low a sail, to strike to thee.

more belov'd, K. Edu. Sail how thou canst, have wind and Than if thou never hadst deserv'd our hate. tide thy friend;

Glo. Welcome, good Clarence ; this is bro. This havd, fast wound about thy coal-black

ther-like. hair,

War. O passing $ traitor, perjur'd and un. Saall, whiles the head is warm, and new cut | just! off,

K. Edw. What, Warwick, wilt thou leave the Write in the dust this sentence with thy

town and fight? blood.

Or shall we beat the stones abont tbine ears? Wind-changing Warwick now can change no War. Alas, I am not coop'd bere for de. more.

fence :

I will away towards Barnet presently, Enter OXFORD, with Drum and Colours. And bid thee battle, Edward, if thou dar'st. War. O cheerful colours I see. where Oxford K. Edw. Yes, Warwick, Edward dares, and comes !

leads the way :Oxf. Oxford, Oxford, for Lancaster !

Lords to the field ; Saint George and victory. (OXFORD and his Forces enter the City.

[March. Exeunt. Glo. The gates are open, let us enter too. K. Edw. So other foes may set upon our SCENE II.-A Field of Battle near Barnet.

backs, Stand we in good array; for they, no doubt,

Alarums, and Ercursions. Enter King EDWill issue out again, and bid us battle :

WARD), bringing in WARWICK wounded. If not, the city, being but of small defence, K. Edw. So lie thou there : die thou, and die We'll quickly rouse the traitors in the same.

our fear; War. 0 welcome Oxford ! for we want thy For Warwick was a bng, that fear'd || us all.-. help.

Now, Montague, sit fast; I seek for thee,

That Warwick's bones may keep thine company. Enter MONTAGUE, with Drum and Colours.

(Exit. Mont. Montague, Montague, for Lancaster ! War. Ah ! who is nigb? come to me, friend, [He and his Forces enter the City.

or foe, Glo. Thou and thy brother both shall buy And tell me, who is victor, York or Warwick 1 this treason

Wby ask I that ? my maugled body shows, Even with the dearest blood your bodies bear. My blood, my want of strength, my sick hcart K. Edw. The barder match'd, the greater

shows, victory;

That I must yield my body to the earth, My mird presagelb happy gain, and conquest. And, by my fall, the conquest to my foe.

Thus yields the cedar to the axe's edge, Enter SOMERSET, with Drum and Colours, Iwbose arms gave shelter to the princely eagle, Som. Somerset, Somerset, for Lancaster! Under whose shade the ramping lionis slept? (He and his Forces enter the City.

Whose top-branclı overpeer'd Jore's spreading Glo. Two of thy name, both dukes of So.

tree, merset,

And kept low shrubs from winter's powerful Have sold their lives unto the house of York ;

wind. And thou shalt be the third, if this sword These eyes, that now are dimnm'd with death's hold.

biack veil,

Have been as piercing as the mid-day sun, Enter CLARENCE, with Drum and Colours. To search the secret treasons of the world : War. And lo, where George of Clarence

The wrinkles in my brows, now fill'd with

blood, sweeps along, of force enough to bid his brother battle ;

Were liken'd ost to kingly sepnlchres ; With whom an upright zeal to right prevails,

For who liv'd king, but I could dig his grave ? More than the nature of a brother's love :

And who durst smile, when Warwick bent his Come, Clarence, come; thou wilt, if Warwick

brow? calls.

Lo, now my glory smear'd in dust and blood! Clar. Father of Warwick, know you what

My parks, my walks, my manors that I had, this means ;

"Even now forsake me ; and, of all my lands, [Tuking the red Rose out of his Cap.

1. c. To cemevt.

+ Suupid, insensible of paternal fondness. • A pack of cards was ancieutly torme! a deck of

Eminer, egregious. cards.



Is nothing left me, but my body's length! I SCEVE IV.-Plains near Tewksbury. Why, what is poinp, rule, reigii, but earth and Alarch.- Enter Queen MARGARET, Prince dust?

EDWARD, SOMERSET, OXFORU, and Sol. And, live we how we can, yet die we must.

diers, Enter OXFORD and SOMERSET.

Q. Mar. Great lords, wise inen ue'er sit and

wail their loss, Som. Ah! Warwick. Warwick wert thou as | But cheerly seek how to redress their harms.

What though the mast be now blown orer. we are,

board, We might recover all our loss again!

The cable broke, the holding anchor lost. The queen from France hath brought a puissant

Aud half our sailors swallow'd in the flood, power ;

Yet lives our pilot still! Isot meet that he Even now we heard the news : Ah! could'st

sbould leave the belm, and, like a thou fly!


lad, War. Why, then I would not fly.-Ah! Montague,

With tearful eyes add water to the sea, if thou be there, sweet brother, take my hand,

And give more strength to that which bath too And with thy lips keep in my soul a while !

much ; Thou lov'st me not; for, brother, if thou

Whiles, in his moan, the ship splits on the

rock. didst, Thy tears would wash this cold congealed

Which industry and courage might bave sav'd ?

Ah! what a shame, ah ! what a fault were this! blood, That glews my lips, and will not let me speak.

Say, Warwick was our anchor : What of that I Come quickly, Montague, or I am dead.

And Montague our top-mast; What of him ?

Our slaughter'd friends the tackles; What of Som. Ah! Warwick, Montague bath breath'd bis last ;

these? And to the latest gasp, cried out for Warwick,

Why, is not Oxford here another anchor ! And said-Cominend me to my valiant bro.

And Somerset another goodly mast;

The friends of France our shrouds and tack. ther. And more he would have said; and more he


And, though unskilful, why not Ned and I spoke, Which sounded like a cannon in a vault,

For once allow'd the skilful pilol's charge 3 Tbat might not be distinguish'd; but, at last,

We will not from the helın, to sit and weep; I weli might bear deliver'd with a groan,

But keep our course, though the rough wind o farewell, Warwick!

say-10, War. Sweet rest to his sonl !

From shelves and rocks that threaten us with

wreck. Fly, lords, and save yourselves; for Warwick bids

As good to chide the waves, as speak them

fair. You all farewell, to meet again in heaven.


And what is Edward, but a ruthless sea ? 0.rf. Away, away, to meet the queen's great

Wbat Clarence, but a quicksand of deceit

And Richard, but a ragged fatal rock ?
(Ereunt, veuring of WÁRWICK'S Body.

All these the enemies to our poor bark.
Say, you can swim; alas, 'lis but a while :

Tread on the saud; why, there you quickly SCENEIII.-Another part of the

sink; Field.

Bestride the rock; the tide will wash you off,

Or else you famish, that's a threefold death. Flourish.-Enter King EDWARD in triumph;This speak I, lords, to let you understand, with CLARENCE, GLOSTER, and the rest. In case some one of you would fly froin us,

That there's no hop'd-ror mercy with the bro. K. Edw. Thus far our fortune keeps an up

thers, ward course,

More than with ruthless waves, with sands, and Aud we are grac'd with wreaths of victory.

rocks. But, in the unidst of this bright-shining day, Why, courage, then I what cannot be avoided, I spy a black, suspicious, threat'ning cloud, 'Twere childish weakness to lament, or sear. That will encounter with our glorious sun,

Prince. Methinks, a woman of this valiant Ere he attain his easesul western bed :


(words, I mean, my lords, those powers, that the should, if a coward heard her speak these queen

Turuse his breast with magnaniinity, Hath rais'd in Gallia, have arriv'd our coasi, | And make him, naked, foil a man at arms. And, as we hear, niarch on to fight with us. I speak not this, as doubting any here ; Clar. A little gale will soon disperse that For, did I but suspect a fearful man, cloud,

He should have leave to go away belimes ; Aud blow it to the source from whence it Lest, in our need, he might infect another, came :

And make him of like spirit to himself.
Thy very beams will dry those vapours up; If any such be here, as God forbid !
For every cloud engenders not a storin.

Let him depart, before we need bis help. Glo. The queen is valu'd thirty housand Orf. Women and children of so high a strong,

courage! And Somerset, with Oxford, fed to her ;

Aud warriors faint! why, 'were perpetual If she have time to breathe, be well assur'u,

shaine.Her faction will be full as strong as our's. o brave young prince! thy famous grandK. Edw. We are advértis'd by our loving

father friends,

Doth live again in thee; Long may'st thou That they do hold their course toward Tewks

To bear his image, and renew bis glories ! We having now the best at Baruet field,

Som. And be, that will not right for such a Will thither straight, for willingness rids

bope, way:

Go home to bed, and, like the owl by day, And, as we march, our strength will be aug. if he arise, be mock'd and wonder'd al. mented,

Q. Mar. Thanks, gentle Somerset ;-sweet In every county as we go along.

Oxford, thanks. Sirike up the druin. cry-Courage! and away. Prince. And take his thanks, that yet balla


nothing else.



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