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And often, but attended with weak guard,
War. And I choose Clarence only for protector Comes hunting this way to disport himself.
K. Hen. Warwick and Clarence, give me both you I have advertis'd him by secret means,
hands; That if, about this hour, he make this way,
Now join your hands, and with your hands your hearts, Under the colour of his usual game,
That no dissention hinder government : He shall here find his friends, with horse and men, I make you both protectors of this land; To set him free from his captivity.
While I myself will lead a private life,
And in devotion spend my latter days, Enter King EDWARD, and a Huntsman. To sin's rebuke, and my Creator's praise. Hunt. This way, my lord; for this way lies the game.
War. What answers Clarence to his sovereign's
will? K. Edro. Nay, this way, man; see where the hunts
Clar. That he consents, if Warwick yield consent; men stand. Now, brother of Gloster, lord Hastings, and the rest,
For on thy fortune I repose myself. Stand you thus close to steal the bishop's deer !
War. Why, then, though loth, yet must I be content Glo. Brother, the time and case requireth haste;
We 'll yoke together, like a double shadow Your horse stands ready at the park corner.
To Henry's body, and supply his place; K. Edw. But whither shall we then ?
I mean, in bearing weight of government,
While he enjoys the honour, and his ease.
And, Clarence, now then it is more than needful, Glo. Well guess'd, believe me; for that was my
Forthwith that Edward be pronounc'd a traitor, meaning.
And all his lands and goods be confiscate.
Clar. What else? and that succession be determin d. K. Edu. Stanley, I will requite thy forwardness. Glo. But wherefore stay we? 't is no time to talk,
War. Ay, therein Clarence shall not want his part. K. Edw. Huntsman, what say'st thou ? wilt thou go Let me entreat (for I command no more)
K. Hen. But, with the first of all your chief affairs, along? Hunt. Better do so than tarry and be hang’d.
That Margaret your queen, and my son Edward Glo. Come then, away; let's have no more ado.
Be sent for, to return from France with speed : K. Edw. Bishop, farewell: shield thee from War- For, till I see them here, by doubtful fear wick's frown;
My joy of liberty is half eclips'd. And pray that I
Clar. It shall be done, my sovereign, with all may repossess the crown. | Exeunt.
speed. SCENE VI.-A Room in the Tower.
K. Hen. My lord of Somerset, what youth is that,
Of whom you seem to have so tender care ? Enter King HENRY, CLARENCE, WARWICK, SOMER
Som. My liege, it is young Henry, earl of Richinond. SET, young RichMOND, Oxford, MONTAGUE, K. Hen. Come hither, England's hope: If secret Lieutenant of the Tower, and Attendants.
powers [Lays his hand on his head.
Suggest but truth to my divining thoughts,
His looks are full of peaceful majesty,
His head by nature fram'd to wear a crown, My fear to bope, my sorrows unto joys,
His hand to wield a sceptre; and himselt At our enlargement what are thy due fees?
Likely, in time, to bless a regal throne.
Must help you more than you are hurt by me.
Enter a Messenger.
War. Unsavoury news: But how made he escape ? Conceive, when, after many moody thoughts,
Mess. He was convey'd by Richard duke of Gloster, At last, by notes of household harmony,
And the lordd Hastings, who attended him* They quite forget their loss of liberty.
In secret ambush on the forest side, But, Warwick, after God, thou sett'st me free,
And from the bishop's huntsmen rescued him; And chiefly therefore I thank God and thee;
For hunting was his daily exercise. He was the author, thou the instrument.
War. My brother was too careless of his charge. Therefore, that I may conquer fortune's spite,
But let us hence, my sovereign, to provide By living low where fortune cannot hurt me;
A salve for any sore that may betide. And that the people of this blessed land
[Exnt. K. HEN., WAR., Clar., Lieut., and Attends. May not be punish'd with my thwarting stars ;
Som. My lord, I like not of this flight of Edward's. Warwick, although my head still wear the crown, For doubtless Burgundy will yield him help; I here resign my government to thee,
And we shall have more wars before 't be long. For thou art fortunate in all thy deeds.
As Henry's late presaging prophecy War. Your grace hath still been fam'd for virtuous ; Did glad my heart with hope of this young Richmond , And now may seem as wise as virtuous,
So doth my heart misgive me, in these conflicts By spying and avoiding fortune's malice,
What may befall him, to his harm and ours : Par few men rightly temper with the stars :
Therefore, lord Oxford, to prevent the worst, Yet in this one thing let me blame your grace,
Forthwith we 'll send him hence to Brittany,
Till storms be past of civil enmity.
'Tis like that Richmond with the rest shall downı Adjudgʻd an olive-branch, and laurel crower,
Som. It shall be so; he shall to Brittany. As likely to be bless'd in peace, and war
Come, therefore, let's about it speedily. (Ereunt. An therefore 1 yield thee my free consent
4 Attended him-waited for him.
SCENE VII.-Before York.
Mont. What talk you of debating ! in few words, Enter King EDWARD, GLOSTER, HASTINGS, and
If you 'll not bere proclaim yourself our king
I 'll leave you to your fortune; and be gone,
To keep them back that come to succour you:
Glo. Why, brother, wherefore stand you on nice points ! Yet thus far fortune maketh us amends,
K. Edw. When we grow stronger, then we ll make And says, that once more I shall interchange
our claim: My waned state for Henry's regal
Till then, 't is wisdom to conceal our meaning. Well have we pass'il, and now repass'd the seas,
Hast. Away with scrupulous wit! now arms must rule. And brought desired help from Burgundy:
Glo. And fearless minds climb soonest unto crowns. What then remains, we being thus arriv'd
Brother, we will proclaim you out of hand; From Ravenspurg haven before the gates of York, The bruit' thereof will bring you many friends. But that we enter as into our dukedom?
K. Edw. Then be it as you will : for 't is my righi, Glo. The gates made fast!—Brother, I like not this; And Henry but usurps the diadem. For many men that stumble at the threshold
Mont. Ay, now my sovereign speaketh like himself; Are weli foretold that danger lurks within.
And now will I be Edward's champion. K. Edw. Tush, man! abodements must not now Hast. Sound, trumpet; Edward shall be here pro aflright us :
claim'd: By fair or foul means we must enter in,
Come, fellow-soldier, make thou proclamation. For hitaer will our friends repair to us.
[Gives him a paper. Flourish, Hast. My liege, I 'll knock once more to summon Sold. [Reads.) “Edward the fourth, by the graced them.
Gud, king of England and France, and lord of Ire
land," &c. Enter on the walls the Mayor of York, and his brethren.
Mont. And whosoe'er gainsays king Edward's right, May. My lords, we were forewarned of your coming, By this I challenge him to single fight. And shut the gates for safety of ourselves ;
[Throws down his gauntlet. For now we owe allegiance unto Henry.
All. Long live Edward the fourth ! K. Edw. But, master mayor, if Henry be your king, K. Edw. Thanks, brave Montgomery ;—and thanks Yet Edward, at the least, is duke of York.
unto you all. May. True, my good lord; I know you for no less. If fortune serve me I'll requite this kindness. K. Edr. Why, and I challenge nothing but my Now, for this night, let 's harbour here in York: dukedom,
And, when the morning sun shall raise his car
Above the border of this horizon,
Hast. Why, master mayor, why stand you in a doubt? Ah, froward Clarence !-how evil it beseems thee
To flatter Henry, and forsake thy brother! May. Ay, say you so ? the gates shall then be open'd. Yet, as we may, we 'll meet both thee and Warwick.
[Exeunt from above. Come on, brave soldiers ; doubt not of the day; Glo. A wise stout captain, and soon persuaded ! And that once gotten, doubt not of large pay: Errunt Hast. The good old man would fain that all were well,
SCENE VIII.-London. A Room in the Palace. So 't were not 'long of him: but, being enter'd, I doubt not, I, but we shall soon persuade
Enter King Henry, WARWICK, CLARENCE, MoxBoth him and all his brothers unto reason.
TAGUE, EXETER, and OXFORD.
War. What counsel, lords ? Edward from Belgia, Re-enter the Mayor, and two Aldermen, below.
With hasty Germans, and blunt Hollanders, K. Edw. So, master mayor: these gates must not be Hath pass d in safety through the narrow seas, shut,
And with his troops doth march amain to London; But in the night, or in the time of war.
And many giddy people flock to him. What! fear not, man, but yield me up the keys; Oxf. Let's levy men, and beat him back again.
[ Takes his keys. Clar. A little fire is quickly trodden out; For Edward will defend the town, and thee,
Which, being suffer'd, rivers cannot quench. And all those friends that deign to follow me.
War. In Warwickshire I have true-hearted friends, Drum. Enter Montgomery, and Forces, marching. Those will I muster up: and thou, son Clarence,
Not mutinous in peace, yet bold in war; Glo. Brother, this is sir John Montgomery,
Shall stir up in Suffolk, Norfolk, and in Kent, Our trusty friend, unless I be deceiv'd.
The knights and gentlemen to come with thee: K. Edw. Welcome, sir John! But why come you in Thou, brother Montague, in Buckingham, arms?
Northampton, and in Leicestershire, shalt find Mont. To help king Edward in his time of storm, Men well inclin'd to hear what thou command'st : As every loyal subject ought to do.
And thou, brave Oxford, wondrous well belor d, K. Edw. Thanks, good Montgomery : But we now In Oxfordshire shalt muster up thy friends. forget
My sovereign, with the loving citizens, Our title to the crown; and only claim
Like to his island girt in with the ocean, Our dukedom, till God please to send the rest. Or modest Dian circled with her nymphs,
Mont. Then fare you well, for I will hence again; Shall rest in London, till we come to him. I came to serve a king, and not a duke.
Fair lords, take leave, and stand not to reply. Drummer, strike up, and let us march away.
Farewell, my sovereign.
(A march begun. K. Hen. Farewell, my Hector, and my 'Troy s true bor K. Edw. Nay, stay, sir John, awhile; and we 'll Clar. In sign of truth I kiss your higbness' hand. debate
K. Hen. Well-minded Clarence, be thou fortunate. By what sale means the crown may be recover'd.
Mont. Comfort, my lord ;-and so I take my leave. | No, Exeter, these graces challenge grace: Oxf. And thus (kissing Henry's hand] I seal my And when the lion fawns upon the lamb, truth, and bid adieu.
The lamb will never cease to follow him. K. Hen. Sweet Oxford, and my loving Montague,
[Shout within. A Lancaster ! A Lancaster! And all at once, orice more a hapry farewell.
Exe. Hark, burk, my lord! what shouts are these ? War. Farewell, sweet lords ; let's meet at Coventry. (Ereunt War., CLAR., Oxf., and Mont.
Enter KING EDWARD, GLOSTER, and Soldiers. K. Hen. Here at the palace will I rest a while. K. Edw. Seize on the shame-fac'd Henry, bear bir Cousin of Exeter, what thinks your lordship?
hence, Methinks the power that Edward hath in field
And once again proclaim us king of England. Should not be able to encounter mine.
You are the fount that makes small brooks to flow; Eze. The doubt is that he will seduce the rest. Now stops thy spring; my sea shall suck them dry K. Hen. That 's not my fear, my meed hath got me And swell so much the higher by their ebb. fame.
Hence with him to the Tower ; let him not speak. I have not stopp'd mine ears to their demands,
(Exeunt some with King Henry Nor posted off their suits with slow delays ;
And, lords, towards Coventry bend we our course, My pity hath been balm to heal their wounds,
Where peremptory Warwick now remains :
Cold-biting winter mars our hop'd-for hay.
Glo. Away betimes, before his forces join, Nor much oppress'd them with great subsidies. And take the great-grown traitor unawares : Nor forward of revenge, though they much err’d; Brave warriors, inarch amain towards Coventry. Then why should they love Edward more than me !
War. Thou art no Atlas for so great a weight:
And, weakling, Warwick takes his gift again; Enter, upon the walls, Warwick, the Mayor of Co- And Henry is my king, Warwick his subject. veutry, Two Messengers, and others.
K. Edw. But Warwick's king is Edward's prisoner War. Where is the post that came from valiant Oxford ? And, gallant Warwick, do but answer this, How far hence is thy lord, mine honest fellow ? What is the body when the head is off'?
1 Mess. By this at Dunsmore, marching hitherward. Glo. Alas, that Warwick had no more forecast, War. How far off' is our brother Montague? But whiles he thought to steal the single ten, Where is the post that came from Montague ?
The king was slily finger'd from the deck !" 2 Mess. By this at Daintry, with a puissant troop. You left poor Henry at the bishop's palace,
And, ten to one, you 'll meet him in the Tower.
K. Edw. "T is even so; yet you are Warwick still. War. Say, Somerville, what says my loving son ? Glo. Come, Warwick, take the time, kneel down, And, by thy guess, bow nigh is Clarence now?
kneel down : Som. At Southam I did leave him with his forces, Nay, when ? strike now, or else the iron cools. And do expect him here some two hours hence.
War. I had rather chop this hand off at a blow,
[Drum neard. | And with the other fling it at thy face, War. Then Clarence is at hand, I hear his drum. Than bear so low a sail to strike to thee. Som. It is not his, my lord; here Southam lies; K. Edr. Sail how thou canst, have wind and tide The drum your honour hears marcheth from Warwick.
thy friend; War. Who should that be? belike, unlook'd-for friends. This hand, fast wound about thy coal-black hair, Som. They are at hand, and you shall quickly know. Shall, while thy head is warm, and new cut off,
Write in the dust this sentence with thy blood,– Drums. Enter King EDWARD, GLOster, and Forces, “ Wind-changing Warwick now can change no more.
marching. K. Edw. Go, trumpet, to the walls, and sound a parle.
Enter Oxford, with drum and colours. Glo. See, how the surly Warwick mans the wall. War. O cheerful colours ! see, where Oxford comes War. O, unbid spite! is sportful Edward come ? Oxf. Oxford, Oxford, for Lancaster! bere slept our scouts, or how are they seduc d,
[Oxford and his Forces enter the City. That we could hear no news of his repair ?
Glo. The gates are open, let us enter too. K. Edw. Now, Warwick, wilt thou ope the city gates,- K. Edw. So other foes may set upon our backs. Speak gentle words, and humbly bend thy knee,- Stand we in good array; for they, no doubt, Call Edward king, and at his hands beg mercy ?- Will issue out again and bid us battle: And he shall pardon thee these outrages.
If not, the city being but of small defence, War. Nay, rather, wilt thou draw thy forces hence,– We 'll quickly rouse the traitors in the same. Confess who set thee up and pluck'd thee down, War. O, welcome, Oxford! for we want thy help. Call Warwick patron, and be penitent?And thou shalt still remain the duke of York.
Enter MONTAGUE, with drum and colours. Glo. I thought, at least, he would have said the king; Mont. Montague, Montague, for Lancaster! Or did he make the jest against his will ?
(He and his Forces enter the City. War. Is not a dukedom, sir, a goodly gift?
Glo. Thou and thy brother both shall buy this treason Gl. Ay, by my faith, for a poor earl to give; Even with the dearest blood your bodies bear. [ 1 do thee service for so good a gift..
K. Edw. The harder match'd, the greater victory : War. T was I that gave the kingdom to thy brother. My mind presageth happy gain, and conquest. K. Eiu. Why, then 't is mine, if but by Warwick's gift. Deck. A pack of cards was formerly called a deck
Enter SOMERSET, with drum and colours. These eyes, that now are dimm'd with death's black veida
Have been as piercing as the mid-day sun Som. Somerset, Somerset, for Lancaster! [He and his Forces enter the City. The wrinkles in my brows, now fill'd with blood,
To search the secret treasons of the world : Glo. Two of thy name, both dukes of Somerset,
Were liken'd oft to kingly sepulchres; Have sold their lives unto the house of York;
For who liv'd king but I could dig his grave? And thou shalt be the third, if this sword hold.
And who durst smile when Warwick bent his brow! Enter CLARENCE, with drum and colours
Lo, now my glory smeard in dust and blood!
My parks, my walks, my manors that I had, War. And lo, where George of Clarence sweeps along, Even now forsake me; and of all my lands Of force enough to bid his brother battle;
Is nothing left me but my body's length: With whom an upright zeal to right prevails,
Why, what is pomp, rule, reign, but earth and dust ? More than the nature of a brother's love :
And, live we how we can, yet die we must.
Enter Oxford and SOMERSET. [Taking the red rose out of his cap. Som. Ah, Warwick, Warwick! wert thou as we are, Look here, I throw my infamy at thee :
We might recover all our loss again. I will not ruinate my father's house,
The queen from France hath brought a puissant power; Who gave his blood to lime the stones together,
Even now we heard the news: Ah, couldst thou tly! And set up Lancaster. Why, trow'st thou, Warwick, War. Why, then I would not fly.--Ah, Montague, That Clarence is so harsh, so blunt, unnatural, If thou be there, sweet brother, take my hand, To bend the fatal instruments of war
And with thy lips keep in my soul awhile! Against his brother and his lawful king ?
Thou lov'st me not ; for, brother, if thou didst, Perhaps, thou wilt object my holy oath •
Thy tears would wash this cold congealed blood To keep that oath were more impiety
That glues my lips, and will not let me speak. Than Jephtha's
, when he sacrific'd his daughter. Come, quickly, Montague, or I am dead. I am so sorry for my trespass made,
Som. Ah, Warwick, Montague hath breath'd his last; That, to deserve well at my brother's hands,
And to the latest gasp cried out for Warwick, I here proclaim myself thy mortal foe;
And said, Commend me to my valiant brother. With resolution, wheresoe'er I meet thee,
And more he would have said; and more he spoke, (As I will meet thee if thou stir abroad,)
Which sounded like a cannon in a vault, To plague thee for thy fou) misleading me.
That might not be distinguish'd; but, at last, And so, proud-hearted Warwick, I defy thee,
I well might hear deliver'd with a groan, And to my hrother turn my blushing cheeks.
O, farewell, Warwick!
And, Richard, do not frown upon my faults,
Fly, lords, and save yourselves ; for Warwick bids For I will henceforth be no more unconstant
You all farewell, to meet in heaven.
(Dies. K. Edw. Now welcome more, and ten times more Oxf. Away, away, to meet the queen's great power
[Exeunt, bearing off Warwick : body. Than is thou never hadst deserv'd our hate. Glo. Welcome, good Clarence; this is brother-like.
SCENE III.- Another Part of the Field. War. O passing * traitor, perjur'd, and unjust!
Flourish. Enter King EDWARD, in triumph; with K. Edw. What, Warwick, wilt thou leave the town
CLARENCE, GLOster, and the rest. and fight?
K. Edro. Thus far our fortune keeps an upward course, Or shall we beat the stones about thine ears?
And we are grac'd with wreaths of victory. War. Alas! I am not coop'd here for defence : But, in the midst of this bright-shining day, I will away towards Barnet presently,
I spy a black, suspicious, threat'ning cloud, And bid thee battle, Edward, if thou dar'st.
That will encounter with our glorious sun, K. Edw. Yes, Warwick, Edward dares, and leads Ere be attain his easeful western bed :
I mean, my lords, those powers that the queen Lords, to the field ; Saint George, and victory. Hath rais à in Gallia have arriv'd our coast,
[March. Exeunt. And, as we hear, march on to fight with us.
Clar. A little gale will soon disperse that cloud, SCENE II.-A Field of Battle near Barnet. And blow it to the source from whence it came : Alarums and Excursions. Enter King EDWARD, For every cloud engenders not a storm.
Thy very beams will dry those vapours up; bringing in Warwick, wounded.
Glo. The queen is valued thirty thousand strung, K. Edro. So, lie thou there : die thou, and die our And Somerset, with Oxford, fled to her; fear;
If she have time to breathe, be well assur'd For Warwick was bug that fear'd us all.
Her faction will be full as strong as ours. Now, Montague, sit fast; I seek for thee,
K. Edw. We are advertis'd by our loving friends, That Warwick's hones may keep thine company. (Exit. That they do hold their course toward Tewksbury;
War. Ah, who is nigh? come to me friend or foe, We, having now the best at Barnet field, And tell me who is victor, York, or Warwick ? Will thither straight, for willingness rids way: Why ask I that? my mangled body shows,
And, as we march, our strength will be augmented My blood, my want of strength, my sick heart shows, In every county as we go along. That I must yield my body to the earth,
Strike up the drum; cry, Courage! and away, And, by my fall, the conquest to my foe. Thus yields the cedar to the axe's edge, Whose arms gave shelter to the princely eagle;
SCENE IV.- Plains near Tewksbury. Under whose shade the ramping lion slept ;
March. Enter Queen MARGARET, Prince Edw121) Whose top-branch overpeer'd Jove's spreading tree,
SOMERSET, OXFORD, and Soldiers. and kept low shrubs from winter's powerful wind Q. Mar. Great lords, wise inen ne'er sit and waii Passing-surpassing.
But cheerly seek how to redress their narms.
Which, by the Heavens' assistance, and your strength, What, though the mast be now blown overboard Must bribe roots be hewn up yet ere night. The cable broke, the holding anchor lost,
I need not add more fuel to your fire, And half our sailors swallow'd in the flood,
For well I wot ye blaze to burn them out: Yet lives our pilot still : Is 't meet that he
Give signal to the fight, and to it, lords. Should leave the belm, and, like a fearful lad,
Q. Mar. Lords, knights, and gentlemen, what I With tearful eyes add water to the sea, And give more strength to that which hath too much; My tears gainsay; for every word I speak, Whiles, in his moan, the ship splits on the rock, Ye see, I drink the water of mine eyes. Which industry and courage might have sav'd ? Therefore, no more but this : Henry, your sovereign, Ah, what a shame! ah, what a fault were this !
Is prisoner to the foe; his state usurp'd, Say, Warwick was our anchor; what of that?
His realm a slaughterhouse, his subjects slain, And Montague our top-mast; what of him?
His statutes cancell'd, and his treasure spent ; Our slaughter'd friends the tackles; what of these ? And yonder is the wolf that makes this spoi]. Why, is not Oxford here another anchor?
You fight in justice; then, in God's name, lords, And Somerset another goodly mast?
Be valiant, and give signal to the fight. The friends of France our shrouds and tacklings?
[Excunt both armies. And, though unskilful, why not Ned and I For once allow'd the skilful pilot's charge?
SCENE V.-Another part of the same.
Alarums : Excursions: and after wards a retreat. From shelves and rocks that threaten us with wrack.
Then enter King EDWARD, CLARENCE, Gloster, As good to chide the waves as speak them fair.
and Forces ; with Queen MARGARET, OXFORD, And what is Edward but a ruthless sea ?
and SOMERSET, prisoners. What Clarence, but a quicksand of deceit?
K. Edw. Now, bere a period of tumultuous broils. And Richard, but a ragged fatal rock ?
Away with Oxford to Hammes' castle straight: All these the enemies to our poor bark.
For Somerset, off with his guilty beau. Say, you can swim ; alas! 't is but a while:
Go, bear them hence; I will not hear them speak. Tread on the sand ; why, there you quickly sink
Oxf. For my part, I 'll not trouble thee with words. Bestride the rock; the tide will wash you off,
Som. Nor I, but stoop with patience to my fortune. Or else you famish, that 's a threefold death.
(Exeunt Oxford and Somerset, guarded. This speak I, lords, to let you understand,
Q. Mar. So part we sadly in this troublous world, If case some one of you would fly from us,
To meet with joy in sweet Jerusalem. That there is no hop'd-for mercy with the brothers, K. Edw. Is proclamation made, that who finds More than with ruthless waves, with sands and rocks.
Edward Why, courage, then! what cannot be avoided
Shall have a high reward, and he his life? 'T were childish weakness to lament or fear.
Glo. It is : and lo, where youthful Edward comes. Prince. Methinks a woman of this valiant spirit Should, if a coward heard her speak these words,
Enter Soldiers, with PRINCE EDWARD. Infuse his breast with magnanimity,
K. Edw. Bring forth the gallant, let us hear him speak. And make him, naked, foil a man at arms
What! can so young a thorn begin to prick ? I speak not this as doubting any here :
Edward, what satisfaction canst thou make For did I but suspect a fearful man,
For bearing arms, for stirring up my subjects, He should have leave to go away betimes ;
And all the trouble thou hast turn'd me to? Lest, in our need, he might infect another,
Prince. Speak like a subject, proud ambitious York . And make him of like spirit to himself.
Suppose that I am now my father's mouth ; If any such be here, as God forbid !
Resign thy chair, and, where I stand, kneel thou, Let him depart, before we need his help.
Whilst I propose the self-same words to thee,
Prince. Let Æsop fable in a winter's night;
Glo. By Heaven, brat, I 'll plague you for that word. If be arise, be mock'd and wonder'd at.
Q. Mar. Ay, thou wast born to be a plague to men. Q. Mar. Thanks, gentle Somerset ;-sweet Oxford, Glo. For God's sake, take away this captive scold. thanks.
Prince. Nay, take away this scolding crook-back Prince. And take his thanks that yet hath nothing
K. Edw. Peace, wilful boy, or I will charm your tongue.
Clar. Untutor’d lad, thou art too malapert.
Prince. I know my duty, you are all undutiful Mess. Prepare you, lords, for Edward is at hand, Lascivious Edward, and thou perjur'd George, Ready to fight; therefore be resolute.
And thou misshapen Dick, I tell ye all, Oxf. I thought no less : it is his policy
I am your better, traitors as ye are ; To baste thus fast, to find us unprovided.
And thou usurp'st my father's right and mine. Som. But he's deceiv'd, we are in readiness.
K. Edw. Take that, the likeness of this railer here. Q. Mar. This cheers my heart, to see your forwardness.
(Stabs him. 01f. Here pitch our vattle; hence we will not budge. Glo. Sprawl'st thou ! take that, to end thy agony. March. Enter, at a distance, King EDWARD,
[G1.0. stahs him
Clar And there's for twitting me with perjury. CLARENCE, GLOSTER, and Forces.
(Clar. stal's hina K Edu. Brave followers, yonder stands the thorny Q. Mar. O, kill me too! wood,
Glo. Marry, and shall. Ofers to kill her