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And, Richard, do not frown upon my faults,
Glo. Welcome, good Clarence, this is brother-like.
War. Alas, I am not coop'd here for defence:
K. Edw. Yes, Warwick, Edward dares, and leads
Lords, to che field ; St. George and victory ! [Exeunt.
March. Warwick and his Company follow.
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 yields the Cedar to the ax's edge,
My parks, my walks, my manors that I had,
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
s Which founded like a clamour in a vault,
War. Sweetly reft his soul!
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
Clar. A liccle gale will soon disperse that cloud,
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 Somerset with Oxford, Aed to her.
K. Edw. We are advertis’d by our loving friends,
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
For once allow'd the skilful pilor's charge ?
Prince. Methinks, a woman of this valiant spirit
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.