Tears then for babes; blows and revenge for me! Edw. His name that valiant Duke hath left with thee: His dukedom and his chair with me is left. Rich. Nay, if thou be that princely eagle's bird, March. Enter Warwick, Marquis of Montague, and their army. War. How now, fair Lords? what fare? what news abroad? Rich. Great Lord of Warwick, if we fhould recount Our baleful news, and at each word's deliv’rance Stab poniards in our flesh till all were told, The words would add more anguish than the wounds. O valiant Lord, the Duke of York is flain. Edw. O Warwick! Warwick! that Plantagenet Which held thee dearly as his foul's redemption, Is by the ftern Lord Clifford done to death. War. Ten days ago I drown'd thefe news in tears: And now to add more measure to your woes, I come to tell you things fith then befall'n. After the bloody fray at Wakefield fought, Where your brave father breath'd his latest gafp, Tidings, as fwiftly as the post could run, Were brought me of your lofs and his depart. I then in London, keeper of the King, Muster'd my foldiers, gather'd flocks of friends, March'd towards St Alban's t'intercept the Queen. Bearing the King in my behalf along : For by my feouts I was advertised That he was coming, with a full intent Who look'd full gently on his warlike Queen, Or more than common fear of Clifford's rigour, Fell gently down, as if they ftruck their friends. [wick? Edw. Where is the Duke of Norfolk, gentle WarAnd when came George from Burgundy to England? War. Some fix miles off the Duke is with his power; And for your brother, he was lately fent From your kind aunt, Duchefs of Burgundy, Rich. 'Twas odds belike when valiant Warwick fled; Oft have I heard his praises in purtuit, But ne'er, till now, his fcandal of retire. War. Nor now my scandal, Richard, doft thou hear : Were he as famous and as bold in war, Rich. I know it well, Lord Warwick; blame me not; If for the laft, fay, Ay; and to it, Lords. War. Why, therefore Warwick came to seek you out: His oath inrolled in the parliament: With all the friends that thou, brave Earl of March, Rich. Ay, now methinks I hear great Warwick Ne'er may he live to fee a fun-fhine day, [speak. That cries, Retire,- -if Warwick bid him stay. Edw. Lord Warwick, on thy fhoulder will I lean, And when thou fail'ft, (as God forbid the hour!), Muft Edward fall; which peril heav'n forefend! War. No longer Earl of March, but Duke of York; The next degree is England's royal throne: For King of England fhalt thou be proclaim'd In every borough as we pass along: And he that throw's not up his cap for joy. Shall for the fault make forfeit of his head, King Edward, valiant Richard, Montague, Stay we no longer, dreaming of renown; But found the trumpets, and about our task. Rich. Then, Clifford, were thy heart as hard as steel, As thou haft fhewn it flinty by thy deeds, I come to pierce it, or to give thee mine. Edw. Then ftrike up, drums; God and St George for us! VOL. V. K Enter a Messenger. War. How now? what news? Me. the Duke of Norfolk fends you word by me, The Queen is coming with a puiffant hoft, And craves your company for speedy counsel. War. Why then it forts; brave warriors, let's away. [Exeunt omnes. SCENE III. Changes to York. Enter King Henry, the Queen, Clifford, Northumberland, and the Prince of Wales, with drums and trumpets. Queen. Welcome, my Lord, to this brave town of Yonder's the head of that arch-enemy That fought to be incompafs'd with your crown. [York. K Henry. Ay, as the rocks cheer them that fear their To fee this fight it irks my very foul: [wreck; With-hold revenge, dear God; 'tis not my fault, Clif. My gracious Liege, this too much lenity Thou fmiling while he knit his angry brows. Thou being a King, blefs'd with a goodly fon, Who hath not feen them (even with thofe wings Ah, what a shame was this! look on the boy, But, Clifford, tell me, didst thou never hear, As brings a thousand-fold more care to keep, Ah, coufin York, 'would thy best friends did know Queen. My Lord, cheer up your spirits, our foes are nigh, And this foft courage makes your followers faint. K. Henry. Edward Plantagenet, arife a Knight; And learn this leffon, Draw thy fword in right. Prince. My Gracious father, by your kingly leave, I'll draw it as apparent to the crown, And in that quarrel ufe it to the death. Clif. Why, that is fpoken like a toward prince. Enter a Mejenger. Me. Royal commanders, be in readiness; |