"Nor pofted off their fuits with flow delays; 66 "I have not been defirous of their wealth, "Nor much oppreis'd them with great fubfidies, "Nor forward of revenge, though they much err'd; hen why should they love Edward more than me? "No, Exeter, thefe graces challenge grace : "And, when the lion fawns upon the lamb, "The lamb will never ceafe to follow him. [Shout within. A Lancaster! A Lancaster ! Exe. Hark, hark, my lord! what shouts are these? Enter King EDWARD, GLOSTER, and foldiers. K. Edw. Seize on the fhame fac'd Henry, bear him hence, And once again proclaim us king of England."You are the fount, that makes finall brooks to flow; "Now stops thy fpring; my sea shall suck them dry, "And fwell fo much the higher by their ebb.Hence with him to the Tower; let him not speak. [Exeunt fome with king HENRY. And, lords, towards Coventry bend we our courfe, • Where peremptory Warwick now remains : The fun fhines hot, and, if we ufe delay, Cold biting winter mars our hop'd-for hay. "Glo. Away betimes, before his forces join, "And take the great-grown traitor unawares : "Brave warriors, march amain towards Coventry. [Excunt. ACT ACT V. SCENE I. Coventry. Enter, upon the walls, WARWICK, the Mayor of Coventry, two Messengers, and Others. War. Where is the poft, that came from valiant Oxford? How far hence is thy lord, mine honeft fellow?. 1 Mef. By this at Dunsmore, marching hitherward. War. How far off is our brother Montague? Where is the post that came from Montague? 2 Mef. By this at Daintry, with a puissant troop. Enter Sir JOHN SOMERVILLE. War. Say, Somerville, what fays my loving fon? And, by thy guefs, how nigh is Clarence now? Som. At Southam I did leave him with his forces, And do expect him here fome two hours hence. [Drum heard. • War. Then Clarence is at hand, I hear his drum. "Som. It is not his, my lord; here Southam lies; "The drum your honour hears, marcheth from Warwick. "War. Who fhould that be? belike, unlook'd-for friends. "Som. They are at hand, and you shall quickly know. Drums. Drums. Enter King EDWARD, GLOSTER, and forces, marching. "K. Edw. Go, trumpet, to the walls, and found a parle. Glo. See, how the furly Warwick mans the wall. War. O, unbid fpite! is fportful Edward come? Where flept our fcouts, or how are they feduc'd, That we could hear no news of his repair? "K. Edw. Now, Warwick, wilt thou ope the city gates, Speak gentle words, and humbly bend thy knee ?— • Call Edward-king, and at his hands beg mercy, And he fhall pardon thee these outrages. War. Nay, rather, wilt thou draw thy forces hence, Confefs who fet thee up and pluck'd thee down ?— Call Warwick-patron, and be penitent, And thou fhalt ftill remain the duke of York. Glo. I thought, at least, he would have faid—the king; Or did he make the jeft against his will? "War. Is not a dukedom, fir, à goodly gift? "Glo. Ay, by my faith, for a poor earl to give; "Ill do thee fervice for fo good a gift. War. 'Twas I, that gave the kingdom to thy brother. K. Edw. Why, then 'tis mine, if but by Warwick's gift. War. Thou art no Atlas for fo great a weight: K. Edw. But Warwick's king is Edward's prifoner : Glo. Alas, that Warwick had no more forecast, But, whiles he thought to fleal the fingle ten, • The The king was flily finger'd from the deck! K. Edw. 'Tis even fo; yet you are Warwick ftill. "Glo. Come, Warwick, take the time, kneel down, kneel down: "Nay, when? ftrike now, or elfe the iron cools. "War. I had rather chop this hand off at a blow, "And with the other fling it at thy face, "Than bear fo low a fail, to ftrike to thee. "K. Edw. Sail how thou canft, have wind and tide thy friend; "This hand, fast wound about thy coal-black hair, "Shall, whiles the head is warm, and new cut off, "Write in the duft this fentence with thy blood,Wind-changing Warwick now can change no more. Enter OXFORD, with drum and colours. "War. O cheerful colours! fee, where Oxford comes! Oxf. Oxford, Oxford, for Lancaster! [OXF. and bis forces enter the city. Glo. The gates are open, let us enter too. K. Edw. So other foes may fet upon our backs. “Stand we in good array; for they, no doubt, “Will issue out again, and bid us battle : If not, the city being but of small defence, We'll quickly rouse the traitors in the fame. "War. O, welcome, Oxford! for we want thy help. Enter MONTAGUE, with drum and colours. Mont. Montague, Montague, for Lancaster! [He and his forces enter the city. Glo. Glo. Thou and thy brother both shall buy this treason Even with the dearest blood your bodies bear. "K. Edw. The harder match'd, the greater victory ; "My mind prefageth happy gain, and conquest. Enter SOMERSET, with drum and colours. Som. Somerset, Somerfet, for Lancaster! [He and his forces enter the city. Glo. Two of thy name, both dukes of Somerset, Have fold their lives unto the house of York; And thou shalt be the third, if this fword hold. Enter CLARENCE, with drum and colours. War. And lo, where George of Clarence fweeps along, Of force enough to bid his brother battle; "With whom an upright zeal to right prevails, "More than the nature of a brother's love: "Come, Clarence, come; thou wilt, if Warwick calls. Clar. Father of Warwick, know you what this means? [Taking the red rofe out of his cap. Look here, I throw my infamy at thee: I will not ruinate my father's house, Who gave his blood to lime the ftones together, And fet up Lancaster. Why, trow'ft 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 Jephthah's, when he facrific'd his daughter, That, to deferve well at my brother's hands, "I here |