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And, Richard, do not frown upon my faults,
For I will henceforth be no more unconftant.
K. Edw. Now welcome more, and ten times more

belov'd,
Than if thou never hadít deferv'd our' hate.

Glo. Welcome, good Clarence, this is brother-like.
War. O * passing traitor, perjur'd and unjuft!
K. Edw. What Warwick, wilt thou leave the town

and fight?
Or shall we beat the stones about thine ears?

War. Alas, I am not coop'd here for defence:
I will away towards Barnet presently,
And bid thee battle, Edward, if thou dar'it.

K. Edw. Yes, Warwick, Edward dares, and leads

the way.

Lords, to che field ; St. George and victory ! [Exeunt.

March. Warwick and his Company follow.

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SC E N E III.

A Field of Battle near Barnet. Alarm and Excursions. Enter Edward, bringing fortb

Warwick wounded. K. Edw, lie thou there: die thou, and die our

Fear; 4 For Warwick was a bug, that scard us all. Now, Montague, fit fast, I seek for thee; That Warwick's bones may keep thine company. (Exit.

War. Ah, who is nigh? come to me friend, or foe, And tell me, who is victor, York, or Warwick ? Why ask I that? my mangled body shows, My bloed, my want of strength, my fick heart shows, That I must yield iny body to the earth, And, by my Fall, the Conquest co my foe.

Pajing.] Eminent, egregi 4 For Warwick was a bug thať cous; traiterons beyond the com- Sear'd us all.] Bug is a Bugbear, mon track of treason,

a terrifick being.

Thus

Thus yields the Cedar to the ax's edge,
Whose arms gave shelter to the princely eagle,
Under whose Thade the ramping lion Nept,
Whose top branch over-peer'd jove's spreading tree,
And kept low shrubs from winter's pow’rful wind.
These eyes, that now are dim’d with deatli’s black veil,
Have been as piercing as the mid-day Sun,
To fearch the tecret treasons of the world.
The wrinkles in my brow, now fill'd with blood,
Were lik’ned oft to kingly sepulchres,
For who liv'd King, but I could dig his grave?
And who durft smile, when Warwick bent his brow?
Lo! now my glory smear'd in dust and blood.

My parks, my walks, my manors that I had,
Ev'n 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 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 Powr; Ev'n now we heard the news. Ah, could' it thou Hy!

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 didít, 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, Montagie hath breath'd his last, And to the latest gasp cry'd out for Warwick, And said, Commend me to my valiant brother. And more he would have said, and more he spoke, * Gedes camptis faltibus, et de- mancurs diminishes the pathetick

mo, Villáque. Hor. effect of the foregoing lines. This mention of his parks and

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s Which founded like a clamour in a vault,
That might not be distinguish’d; but at last
I well might hear deliver'd with a groan,
O, farewel, Warwick!

War. Sweetly reft his soul!
Fly, Lords, and save yourselves; for Warwick bids
You all farewel, to meet again in heav'n. [Dies,
Oxf, Away, away, to meet the Queen's great power.
[They bear away bis Body,

and Exeunt.

SCENE IV.

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Changes to another part of the Field. Flourish. Enter King Edward in triumph ; with Glou

cester, Clarence, 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, fuspicious, 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
Math raisd in Gallia, have arriv'd our Coast,
And, as we hear, march on to fight with us.

Clar. A liccle 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 valued thirty thousand strong,

5 Which founded like a CAN This was a pertinent fimilitude:

NON in a vault,] The old The other absurd, and neither quarto reads CLAMOUR, which agrees with what is predicated of is undoubtedly right, i. e. a cla- it, nor with what it is intended mour of tongues, which, as he to illustrate. WARBURTON. 1ays, could not be dijiirgui'd.

And

And Somerset with Oxford, Aed to her.
If she hash time to breathe, be well assur'd,
Her faction will be full as strong as ours.

K. Edw. We are advertis’d by our loving friends,
That they do hold their course tow'rd 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. [Exeunt.

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Changes to Tewksbury. March. Enter the Queen, Prince of Wales, Somerset,

Oxford, ard Soldiers. Queen. REAT Lords, wise men ne'er fit and wail

their lofs, But chearly seek how to redress their arms. 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 tear-full eyes add water to the sea; And give more strength to that which hath too much, While 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 Naughter'd friends, the tackle; what of these? Why, is not Oxford here another anchor? And Somerset another goodly mast? The friends of France our shrouds and tackling still? And though unskilful, why not Ned and I

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For once allow'd the skilful pilor's charge ?
We will not from the helm to fit and weep,
But keep our course, though the rough wind say, No,
Froin shelves and rocks that threaten us with wreck.
As good to chide the waves, as fpeak them fair ;
And what is Edward, but a ruthless fea ?
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 swim, alas, 'tis but a while ;
Tread on the fand, why, there you quickly fink:
Bestride the rock, the tide will wash you off,
Or else you family, that's a three-fold death.
This speak I, Lords, to let you understand,
In case fome one of you would fly from us,
That there's no hop'd-for mercy with the brothers,
More than with ruchless waves, with sands, and rocks.
Why, courage, then! what cannot be avoided,
'Twere childich weakness to lament, or fear.

Prince. Methinks, a woman of this valiant spirit
Should, if a coward heard her speak these words,
Infufe 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;
Lelt, in our Need, he might infect anothef,
And make him of like spirit to himself.
If any such be here, as, God forbid !
Let himn depart before we need his help,

Oxf, Women and children of so high a courage! And warriors faint! why, 'twere perpetual shame. Oh, brave young Prince! thy fainous Grandfather Doth live again in thee; long may’it thou live, To bear his image, and renew his glories !

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

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