My parks, my walks, my manors that I had,
Even now forsake me; and, of all my lands,
Is nothing left me, but my body's length!
Why, what is pomp, rule, reign, but earth and dust ?
And, live we how we can, yet die we must.

Enter OXFORD and SOMErset.

*Som. Ah, Warwick, Warwick! wert thou as we are,

* We might recover all our loss again!

The queen from France hath brought a puissant

power;

"Even now we heard the news: Ah, could'st thou fly! War. Why, then I would not fly.-Ah, Montague,

*If thou be there, sweet brother, take my hand, * And with thy lips keep in my soul a while!

Thou lov'st me not; for, brother, if thou didst, * Thy tears would wash this cold congealed blood, *That glews my lips, and will not let me speak. * Come quickly, Montague, or I am dead.

Som. Ah, Warwick, Montague hath breath'd his last;

And to the latest gasp, cried out for Warwick, And said-Commend me to my valiant brother. And more he would have said; and more he spoke, "Which sounded like a cannon in a vault,' • That might not be distinguish'd; but, at last, I well might hear deliver'd with a groan,—

• My parks, &c.] This mention of his parks and manors diminishes the pathetic effect of the foregoing lines.

1 Which sounded like a cannon in a vault,] Mr. Steevens thinks clamour, which is in the old play, the proper word, and adds, "The indistinct gabble of undertakers, while they adjust a coffin in a family vault, will abundantly illustrate the preceding simile. Such a peculiar hubbub of inarticulate sounds might have attracted our author's notice: it has too often forced itself on mine."

'O, farewell, Warwick!

War. Sweet rest to his soul!Fly, lords, and save yourselves; for Warwick bids You all farewell, to meet again in heaven. [Dies. Oxf. Away, away, to meet the queen's great power!

Exeunt, bearing off WARWICK's Body.

SCENE III.

Another Part of the Field.

Flourish. Enter King EDWARD in triumph; with CLARENCE, GLOSTER, and the rest.

K. Edw. Thus far our fortune keeps an upward

course,

'And we are grac'd with wreaths of victory.
But, in the midst of this bright-shining day,
I spy a black, suspicious, threat'ning cloud,
"That will encounter with our glorious sun,
'Ere he attain his easeful western bed:

'I mean, my lords,-those 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 soon disperse 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 valu'd thirty thousand strong, 'And Somerset, with Oxford, fled to her; 'If she have time to breathe, be well assur'd, Her faction will be full as strong as ours.

K. Edw. We are advértis'd by our loving friends, That they do hold their course toward Tewksbury; 'We having now the best at Barnet field,

• Will thither straight, For willingness rids way; ‹ And, as we march, our strength will be augmented In every county as we go along.

Strike up the drum; cry-Courage! and away.

SCENE IV.

Plains near Tewksbury.

[Exeunt.

March. Enter Queen MARGARET, Prince EDWARD, SOMERSET, OXFORD, and Soldiers.

* Q. Mar. Great lords, wise men ne'er sit and wail their loss,

* But cheerly seek how to redress their harms. • What though the mast be now blown over-board, 'The cable broke, the holding anchor lost,

And half our sailors swallow'd in the flood? 'Yet lives our pilot still: Is't meet, that he • Should leave the helm, and, like a fearful lad, * With tearful eyes add water to the sea,

* And give more strength to that which hath too

much;

* Whiles, in his moan, the ship splits on the rock, * Which industry and courage might have sav'd? * Ah, what a shame! ah, what a fault were this! Say, Warwick was our anchor; What of that? 'And Montague our top-mast; What of him? 'Our slaughter'd friends the tackles; What of these? "Why, is not Oxford here another anchor? • And Somerset another goodly mast? "The friends of France our shrouds 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 sit and weep; * But keep our course, though the rough wind say

no,

*From shelves and rocks that threaten us with

wreck.

* As good to chide the waves, as speak them fair. * And what is Edward, but a ruthless sea?

* What Clarence, but a quicksand of deceit? * And Richard, but a ragged fatal rock? *All these the enemies to our poor bark. * Say, you can swim; alas, 'tis but a while: *Tread on the sand; why, there you quickly *Bestride the rock; the tide will wash you off, * Or else you famish, that's a threefold death. *This speak I, lords, to let you understand, *In case some 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 breast with magnanimity,

* And make him, naked, foil a man at arms.
'I speak not this, as doubting any here:
For, did I but suspect a fearful man,
'He should have leave to go away betimes;
Lest, in our need, he might infect another,
'And make him of like spirit to himself.
'If any such be here, as God forbid!
'Let him depart, before we need his help.

Oxf. Women and children of so high a courage!
And warriors faint! why, 'twere perpetual shame.-
'O, brave young prince! thy famous grandfather
Doth live again in thee; Long may'st thou live,
To bear his image, and renew his glories!

'Som. And he, that will not fight for such a hope, 'Go home to bed, and, like the owl by day, If he arise, be mock'd and wonder'd at.

* Q. Mar. Thanks, gentle Somerset ;-sweet Oxford, thanks.

* Prince. And take his thanks, that yet hath nothing else.

Enter a Messenger.

'Mess. Prepare you, lords, for Edward is at hand, 'Ready to fight; therefore be resolute.

"Oxf. I thought no less: it is his policy, To haste thus fast, to find us unprovided. Som. But he's deceiv'd, we are in readiness. Q. Mar. This cheers my heart, to see your forwardness.

Oxf. Here pitch our battle, hence we will not budge.

March. Enter, at a distance, King EDWARD, CLARENCE, GLOSTER, and Forces.

'K. Edw. Brave followers, yonder stands the thorny wood,

Which, by the heavens' assistance, and your strength, Must by the roots be hewn up yet ere night.

* I need not add more fuel to your fire,

* For, well I wot, ye blaze to burn them out:

* Give signal to the fight, and to it, lords.

Q. Mar. Lords, knights, and gentlemen, what I should say,

My tears gainsay; for every word I speak,

'Ye see, I drink the water of mine eyes.

'Therefore, no more but this:-Henry, your sovereign,

Is prisoner to the foe; his state usurp'd, 'His realm a slaughterhouse, his subjects slain, 'His statutes cancell'd, and his treasure spent;

• My tears gainsay;] To gainsay is to unsay, to deny, to contradict.