Will iffue out again, and bid us Battel:
If not, the City being but of small defence,
We'll quickly rouze the Traitors in the fame.
War. Oh welcome Oxford, for we want thy help.
Enter Montague, with Drum and Colours.
Mont. Montague, Montague, for Lancaster.
Glo. Thou and thy Brother both fhall buy this Treafon Even with the dearest Blood your Bodies bear. K. Edw. The harder match'd, the greater Victory, My Mind prefageth happy Gain, and Conqueft.
Enter Somerset, with Drum and Colours.
Som. Somerfet, Somerfet, for Lancaster.
Glo. Two of thy Name, both Dukes of Semerfet,
Have fold their Lives unto the House of York,
And thou shalt be the third, if this Sward hold.
Enter Clarence, with Drum and Colours.
War. And lo, where George of Clarence fweeps along, Of force enough to bid his Brother Battel: With whom an upright Zeal to right prevails
More than the Nature of a Brother's Love.
Come Clarence, cone; thou wilt, if Warwick call...
Clar. Father of Warwick, know you what this means ? Look here, I throw my Infamy at thee:
I will not ruinate my Father's House,
Who gave his Blood to lime the Stones together,
And fet up Lancafter. Why, troweft thou, Warwick,
That Clarence is fo harth, fo blunt, unnatural,
To bend the fatal Inftruments of War
Against his Brother, and his lawful King?
Perhaps thou wilt object my holy Oath:
To keep that Oath were more Impiety,
Than Jepthah's, when he facrific'd his Daughter.
I am fo forry for my Trefpafs made,
That to deferve well at my Brother's Hands,
1 here proclaim my felf thy mortal Foe:
With Refolution, wherefoe'er I meet thee,
(As I will meet thee, if thou ftir Abroad,)
To plague thee for thy foul mif-leading me.
And fo proud-hearted Warwick, I defie thee,
And to my Brother turn my blufhing Cheeks.
Pardon me, Edward I will make amends:
And Richard, do not frown upon my Faults,
For I will henceforth be no more unconstant.
K.Edw. Now welcome more, and ten times more belov❜d,
Than if thou never had'ft deferv'd our Hate.
Glo Welcome, good Clarence, this is Brother-like.
War. O paffing Traitor, perjur'd and unjust.
K. Edw. What Warwick,
Wilt thou leave the Town and fight?
Or fhall we beat the Stones about thine Ears?
War. Alas, I am not coop'd here for defence:
I will away towards Barnet prefently,
And bid thee Battel, Edward, if thou dar'ft.
K. Edw. Yes Warwick, Edward dares, and leads the way: Lords to the Field; St. George and Victory.
March. Warwick and his Company follows.
Alarum and Excursions. Enter Edward bringing forth Warwick wounded.
K. Edw. So, lye thou there; die thou, and die our fear, For Warwick, was a Bug that fear'd us all.
Now Montague fit faft, I feek for thee,
That Warwick's Bones may keep thine Company.
War. Ah, who is nigh? Come to me, Friend, or Foe,
And tell me who is Victor, York, or Warwick?
Why ask that? my mangled Body fhews,
My Blood, my want of Strength, my fick Heart fhews,
That I muft yield my Body to the Earth,
And by my fall, the conqueft to my Foe.
Thus yields the Cedar to the Ax's edge,
Whofe Arms gave fhelter to the Princely Eagle,
Under whofe fhade the ramping Lion flept,
Whofe top-branch over-peer'd Jove's spreading Tree,
And kept low Shrubs from Winter's powerful wind.
Thefe Eyes that now are dim'd with Death's black Veil,
Have been as piercing as the Mid-day Sun,
To fearch the fecret Treafons of the World;"
The wrinkles in my Brows, now fill'd with Blood,
Were lik'ned off to Kingly Sepulchres:
For who liv'd King, but I could dig his Grave?
And who durft fmile, when Warwick bent his Brow?
Lo, now my Glory smear'd in Duft and Blood,
My Parks, my Walks, my Manors that I had,
Even now forfake me; and of all my Lands,
Is nothing left me, but my Body's length.
Why, what is Pomp, Rule, Reign, but Earth and Duft?
And live we how we can, yet die we muft.
Enter Oxford and Somerfet.
Som. Ah Warwick, Warwick, wert thou as we are,
We might recover all our Lofs again:
The Queen from France hath brought a puiffant Power,
Even now we heard the News: Ab, could'st thou fly!
War. Why then I would not fly. Ah Montague,
If thou be there, fweet Brother, take my
my Hand,
And with thy, Lips keep in my Soul a while.
Thou lov't me not; for, Brother, if thou didft,
Thy Tears would wash this cold congealed Blood,
That glews my Lips, and will not let me fpeak.
Come quickly Montague, or I am dead.
Som. Ah Warwick, Montague hath breath'd his last,
And to the latest gafp, cry'd out for Warwick:
And faid, commend me to my valiant Brother:
And more he would have faid, and more he spoke,
Which founded like a Cannon in a Vault,
That mought not be diftinguifh'd; but at laft,
I well might hear delivered with a Groan,
O farewel Warwick.
War. Sweet reft his Soul;
Fly Lords, and fave your felves,
For Warwick bids you all farewel,to meet in Heaven. [Dies Oxf. Away, away, to meet the Queen's great Power. Here they bear away his Body.
Flourish. Enter King Edward in triumph, with Gloucester, Clarence, and the reft.
K. Edw. Thus far our Fortune keeps an upward courfe,
And we are grac'd with wreaths of Victory;
But in the midft of this bright-fbining Day,
I fpy a black fufpicious threatning Cloud,
That will encounter with our Glorious Sun,
Ere he attain his easeful Western Bed:
I mean, my Lords, thofe Powers that the Queen
Hath rais'd in Gallia, have arriv'd our Coast,
And, as we hear, march on to fight with us.
Clar. A little Gale will foon difperfe that Cloud,
And blow it to the Source from whence it came;
Thy very Beams will dry those Vapours up,
For every Cloud engenders not a Storm.
Glo. The Queen is valued thirty thoufand strong,
And Somerset, with Oxford, fled to her;
If fhe hath time to breathe, be well affur'd
Her Faction will be full as ftrong as ours,
K. Edw. We are advertis'd by our loving Friends,
That they do hold their courfe toward Tewksbury.
We having now the beft at Barnet Field,
Will thither ftraight, for willingness rids way,
And as we march, our ftrength will be augmented,
In every County as we go along:
Strike up the Drum, cry Courage and away:
March. Enter the Queen, Prince of Wales, Somerset,
Oxford, and Soldiers.
Queen. Great Lords, wife Men ne'er fit and wail their But chearly feek how to redress their Harms.
What though the Maft be now blown over-board,
The Cable broke, the holding-Anchor lost,
And half our Sailors fwallow'd in the Flood?
Yet lives our Pilot ftill. Is't meet that he
Should leave the Helm, and like a fearful Lad,
With fearful Eyes add Water to the Sea,
And give more ftrength to that which hath too much,
Whiles in his moan, the Ship fplits on the Rock,
Which Industry and Courage might have fav'd?
Ah what a Shame, ah what a Fault were this.
Say, Warwick was our Anchor; what of that?
And Montague our Top-maft; what of him?
Our flaughter'd Friends, the Tackles; what of thefe
Why is not Oxford here another Anchor?
And Somerset, another goodly Maft ?
The Friends of France our Shrowds and Tacklings?
And though unskilful, why not Ned and I,
For once allow'd the skilful Pilot's Charge?
We will not from the Helm to fit and weep,
But keep our Courfe, though the rough Wind fay no,
From Shelves and Rocks, that threaten us with Wrack,
As good to chide the Waves, as fpeak them fair,
And what is Edward, but a ruthless Sea?
What Clarence, but a Quick-fand of Deceit?
And Richard, but a ragged fatal Rock?
All these, the Enemies to our poor Bark,
Say you can fwim, alas, 'tis but a while;
Tread on the Sand, why there you quickly fink;
Beftride the Rock, the Tide will wash you off,
Or else you famifh, that's a three-fold Death.
This fpeak I, Lords, to let you understand,
In cafe fome one of you would fly from us,
That there's no hop'd-for Mercy with the Brothers,
More than with ruthless Waves, with Sands and Rocks,
Why courage then, what cannot be avoided,
"Twere childish weakness to lament or fear.
Prince. Methinks a Woman of this valiant Spirit
Should, if a Coward heard her speak these words,
Infuse his Breaft with Magnanimity,
And make him, naked, foil a Man at Arms.
I fpeak not this, as doubting any here:
For did I but fufpect a fearful Man,
He fhould have leave to go away betimes,
Left in our need he might infect another,
And make him of like Spirit to himself.
If any fuch be here, as God forbid,
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