Chapter XXIII: Act V: SCENE I. Coventry (6)

_Edw._ And in this resolution, I defie thee, Not willing anie longer conference, [eae164] Since thou deniest the gentle king to speake. ·eae165· Sound trumpets, let our bloudie colours waue, And either victorie or else a graue.

_Quee._ Staie _Edward_ staie.

_Edw._ Hence wrangling woman, Ile no longer staie, [eae169] Thy words will cost ten thousand liues to daie. ·eae170· _Exeunt Omnes._ Alarmes.

SCENE VI

Enter _Warwike_.

_War._ Sore spent with toile as runners with the race, _I_ laie me downe a little while to breath, _F_or strokes receiude, and manie blowes repaide, Hath robd my strong knit sinnews of their strength, And force perforce needes must _I_ rest my selfe. [eaf005]

Enter _Edward_.

_Edw._ Smile gentle heauens or strike vngentle death, That we maie die vnlesse we gaine the daie: What fatall starre malignant frownes from heauen Vpon the harmelesse line of _Yorkes_ true house?

Enter _George_.

_George._ Come brother, come, lets to the field againe, ·eaf010· For yet theres hope inough to win the daie: [eaf011] Then let vs backe to cheere our fainting Troupes, Lest they retire now we haue left the field. [eaf013]

_War._ How now my lords: what hap, what hope of good? [eaf014]

Enter _Richard_ running.

_Rich._ Ah _Warwike_, why haste thou withdrawne thy selfe? ·eaf015· Thy noble father in the thickest thronges, Cride still for _Warwike_ his thrise valiant son, Vntill with thousand swords he was beset, And manie wounds made in his aged brest, And as he tottring sate vpon his steede, [eaf020] He waft his hand to me and cride aloud: _Richard_, commend me to my valiant sonne, And still he cride _Warwike_ revenge my death, And with those words he tumbled off his horse, [eaf024] And so the noble Salsbury gave vp the ghost. ·eaf025·

_War._ Then let the earth be drunken with his bloud, _I_le kill my horse because I will not flie: And here to God of heauen I make a vow, Neuer to passe from forth this bloudy field Till I am full reuenged for his death. ·eaf030·

_Edw._ Lord _Warwike_, I doe bend my knees with thine, And in that vow now ioine my soule to thee, Thou setter vp and puller downe of kings, vouchsafe a gentle victorie to vs, Or let vs die before we loose the daie: [eaf035]

_George._ Then let vs haste to cheere the souldiers harts, And call them pillers that will stand to vs, [eaf037] And hiely promise to remunerate [eaf038] Their trustie seruice, in these dangerous warres.

_Rich._ Come, come awaie, and stand not to debate, ·eaf040· For yet is hope of fortune good enough. Brothers, giue me your hands, and let vs part And take our leaues vntill we meet againe, Where ere it be in heauen or in earth. Now I that neuer wept, now melt in wo, ·eaf045· To see these dire mishaps continue so. _Warwike_ farewel.

_War._ Awaie awaie, once more sweet Lords farewell.
_Exeunt Omnes._

SCENE VII.

Alarmes, and then enter _Richard_ at one dore and _Clifford_ at the other.

_Rich._ A _Clifford_ a _Clifford_.

_Clif._ A _Richard_ a _Richard_.

_Rich._ Now _Clifford_, for _Yorke_ & young _Rutlands_ death, This thirsty sword that longs to drinke thy bloud, Shall lop thy limmes, and slise thy cursed hart, [eag005] For to reuenge the murders thou hast made.

_Clif._ Now _Richard_, I am with thee here alone, This is the hand that stabd thy father _Yorke_, And this the hand that slew thy brother _Rutland_, And heres the heart that triumphs in their deathes, [eag010] And cheeres these hands that slew thy sire and brother, To execute the like vpon thy selfe, And so haue at thee.

SCENE VIII.

Alarmes. They fight, and then enters _Warwike_ and rescues _Richard_, & then _exeunt omnes_.

Alarme still, and then enter _Henry solus_.

_Hen._ Oh gratious God of heauen looke downe on vs, And set some endes to these incessant griefes, How like a mastlesse ship vpon the seas, This woful battaile doth continue still, Now leaning this way, now to that side driue, ·eah005· And none doth know to whom the daie will fall. O would my death might staie these ciuill iars! [eah007] Would I had neuer raind, nor nere bin king, [eah008] _Margret_ and _Clifford_, chide me from the fielde, Swearing they had best successe when _I_ was thence. ·eah010· Would God that _I_ were dead so all were well, Or would my crowne suffice, I were content To yeeld it them and liue a priuate life.

Enter a souldier with a dead man in his armes.

_Sould_ Il blowes the wind that profits no bodie, _T_his man that I have slaine in fight to daie, ·eah015· Maie be possessed of some store of crownes, And I will search to find them if I can, But stay. Me thinkes it is my fathers face, Oh I tis he whom I haue slaine in fight, From London was I prest out by the king, ·eah020· My father he came on the part of _Yorke_, And in this conflict I haue slaine my father: Oh pardon God, I knew not what I did, And pardon father, for I knew thee not. [eah024]

Enter an other souldier with a dead man.

_2. Soul._ Lie there thou that foughtst with me so stoutly, ·eah025· Now let me see what store of gold thou haste, But staie, me thinkes this is no famous face: Oh no it is my sonne that _I_ haue slaine in fight, O monstrous times begetting such euents, How cruel bloudy, and ironious, [eah030] This deadlie quarrell dailie doth beget, Poore boy thy father gaue thee lif too late, [eah032] And hath bereau’de thee of thy life too sone.

_King_ Wo aboue wo, griefe more then common griefe, Whilst Lyons warre and battaile for their dens, ·eah035· Poore lambs do feele the rigor of their wraths: The red rose and the white are on his face, [eah037] The fatall colours of our striuing houses, Wither one rose, and let the other flourish, For if you striue, ten thousand liues must perish. ·eah040·

_1. Sould._ How will my mother for my fathers death, Take on with me and nere be satisfide?

_2. Sol._ How will my wife for slaughter of my son, [eah043] Take on with me and nere be satisfide?

_King._ How will the people now misdeeme their king, ·eah045· Oh would my death their mindes could satisfie.

_1. Sould._ Was euer son so rude his fathers bloud to spil?

_2. Soul._ Was euer father so vnnaturall his son to kill?

_King._ Was euer king thus greeud and vexed still?

_1. Sould._ Ile beare thee hence from this accursed place, ·eah050· For wo is me to see my fathers face. _Exit_ with his father.

_2. Soul._ Ile beare thee hence & let them fight that wil, For _I_ haue murdered where I should not kill. [eah053] _Exit_ with his sonne.

_K Hen._ Weepe wretched man, Ile lay thee teare for tear, Here sits a king as woe begone as thee. ·eah055·

Alarmes and enter the _Queene_.

_Queene._ Awaie my Lord to _Barwicke_ presentlie, The daie is lost, our friends are murdered, No hope is left for vs, therefore awaie. [eah058]

Enter prince _Edward_.

_Prince._ Oh father flie, our men haue left the field, Take horse sweet father, let us saue our selues. ·eah060·

Enter _Exeter_.

_Exet._ Awaie my Lord for vengeance comes along with him: [eah061] Nay stand not to expostulate make hast, Or else come after, Ile awaie before.

_K Hen._ Naie staie good _Exeter_, for Ile along with thee.

Enter _Clifford_ wounded with an arrow in his necke.

_Clif._ Heere burnes my candell out, ·eah065· That whilst it lasted gaue king _Henry_ light. Ah _Lancaster_, I feare thine ouerthrow, More then my bodies parting from my soule. My loue and feare glude manie friendes to thee, And now _I_ die, that tough commixture melts. ·eah070· Impairing _Henry_ strengthened misproud _Yorke_, The common people swarme like summer flies, And whither flies the Gnats but to the sun? [eah073] And who shines now but _Henries_ enemie? Oh _Phœbus_ hadst thou neuer giuen consent, ·eah075· That _Phæton_ should checke thy fierie steedes, Thy burning carre had neuer scorcht the earth. And _Henry_ hadst thou liu’d as kings should doe, And as thy father and his father did, Giuing no foot vnto the house of _Yorke_, ·eah080· I and ten thousand in this wofull land, Had left no mourning Widdowes for our deathes, And thou this daie hadst kept thy throne in peace. For what doth cherish weedes but gentle aire? And what makes robbers bold but lenitie? [eah085] Bootlesse are plaintes, and curelesse are my woundes, No waie to flie, no strength to hold our flight, The foe is mercilesse and will not pittie me, And at their hands _I_ haue deserude no pittie. The aire is got into my bleeding wounds, ·eah090· And much effuse of bloud doth make me faint, Come _Yorke_, and _Richard_, _Warwike_ and the rest, _I_ stabde your fathers, now come split my brest. [eah093]

Enter _Edward_, _Richard_, and _Warwike_, and Souldiers.

_Edw._ Thus farre our fortunes keepes an vpward [eah094] Course, and we are grast with wreathes of victorie. [eah095] Some troopes pursue the bloudie minded Queene, _T_hat now towards _Barwike_ doth poste amaine, But thinke you that _Clifford_ is fled awaie with them?

_War._ No, tis impossible he should escape, _F_or though before his face I speake the words, ·eah100· Your brother Richard markt him for the graue. And where so ere he be I warrant him dead.

_Clifford_ grones and then dies.

_Edw._ Harke, what soule is this that takes his heauy leaue?

_Rich._ A deadlie grone, like life and deaths departure.

_Edw._ See who it is, and now the battailes ended, ·eah105· Friend or foe, let him be friendlie vsed.

_Rich._ Reuerse that doome of mercie, for tis _Clifford_, Who kild our tender brother _Rutland_, And stabd our princelie father Duke of _Yorke_. [eah109]

_War._ From off the gates of _Yorke_ fetch down the [eah110] Head, Your fathers head which _Clifford_ placed there. Insteed of that, let his supplie the roome. [eah112] Measure for measure must be answered.

_Edw._ Bring forth that fatall scrichowle to our house, That nothing sung to vs but bloud and death, ·eah115· Now his euill boding tongue no more shall speake. [eah116]

_War._ I thinke his vnderstanding is bereft. Say _Clifford_, doost thou know who speakes to thee? Darke cloudie death oreshades his beames of life, And he nor sees nor heares vs what we saie. ·eah120·

_Rich._ Oh would he did, and so perhaps he doth, And tis his policie that in the time of death, [eah122] He might auoid such bitter stormes as he In his houre of death did give vnto our father.

_George._ _Richard_ if thou thinkest so, vex him with eager
words. ·eah125·

_Rich._ _Clifford_, aske mercie and obtaine no grace.

_Edw._ _Clifford_, repent in bootlesse penitence.

_War._ _Clifford_ deuise excuses for thy fault.

_George._ Whilst we deuise fell tortures for thy fault.

_Rich._ Thou pittiedst _Yorke_, and I am sonne to _Yorke_. ·eah130·

_Edw._ Thou pittiedst _Rutland_, and I will pittie thee.

_George._ Wheres captaine _Margaret_ to fence you now? [eah132]

_War._ They mocke thee _Clifford_, sweare as thou wast wont.

_Rich._ What not an oth? Nay, then _I_ know hees dead. [eah134] Tis hard, when _Clifford_ cannot foord his friend an oath. ·eah135· By this I know hees dead, and by my soule, Would this right hand buy but an howres life, That I in all contempt might raile at him. Ide cut it off and with the issuing bloud, Stifle the villaine whose instanched thirst, ·eah140· _Yorke_ and young _Rutland_ could not satisfie.

_War._ _I_, but he is dead, off with the traitors head, And reare it in the place your fathers stands. And now to London with triumphant march, There to be crowned _Englands_ lawfull king. ·eah145· From thence shall _Warwike_ crosse the seas to _France_, And aske the ladie _Bona_ for thy _Queene_, So shalt thou sinew both these landes togither, And hauing _France_ thy friend thou needst not dread, [eah149] The scattered foe that hopes to rise againe. ·eah150· And though they cannot greatly sting to hurt, Yet looke to haue them busie to offend thine eares. First He see the coronation done, And afterward He crosse the seas to _France_, To effect this marriage if it please my Lord [eah155]

_Edw._ Euen as thou wilt good _Warwike_ let it be. But first before we goe, _George_ kneele downe. We here create thee Duke of _Clarence_, and girt thee with the sword. [eah158] Our younger brother _Richard_ Duke of _Glocester_. [eah159] _Warwike_ as my selfe shal do & vndo as him pleaseth best. [eah160]

_Rich._ Let me be Duke of _Clarence_, _George_ of _Gloster_, For _Glosters_ Dukedome is too ominous.

_War._ Tush thats a childish obseruation. [eah163] _Richard_ be Duke of _Gloster_. Now to London. To see these honors in possession. _Exeunt Omnes._ ·eah165·

SCENE IX.

Enter two keepers with bow and arrowes.

_Keeper._ Come, lets take our stands vpon this hill, And by and by the deere will come this waie. But staie, heere comes a man, lets listen him a while.

Enter king _Henrie_ disguisde.

_Hen._ From _Scotland_ am I stolne euen of pure loue, And thus disguisde to greet my natiue land. ·eai005· No, _Henrie_ no, _I_t is no land of thine, No bending knee will call thee _Cæsar_ now, No humble suters sues to thee for right, For how canst thou helpe them and not thy selfe?

_Keeper._ I marrie sir, here is a deere, his skin is a [eai010] Keepers fee. Sirra stand close, for as I thinke, This is the king, king _Edward_ hath deposde.

_Hen._ My _Queene_ and sonne poore soules are gone to [eai013] _France_, and as I heare the great commanding _Warwike_, To intreat a marriage with the ladie _Bona_, ·eai015· If this be true, poore _Queene_ and sonne, Your labour is but spent in vaine, For _Lewis_ is a prince soone wun with words, [eai018] And _Warwike_ is a subtill Orator. He laughes and saies, his Edward is instalde, She weepes, and saies her _Henry_ is deposde, He on his right hand asking a wife for _Edward_, She on his left side crauing aid for _Henry_.

_Keeper._ What art thou that talkes of kings and queens? [eai024]

_Hen._ More then I seeme, for lesse I should not be. ·eai025· A man at least, and more I cannot be, And men maie talke of kings, and why not I?

_Keeper._ I but thou talkest as if thou wert a king thy
selfe. [eai028]

_Hen._ Why so I am in mind though not in shew. [eai029]

_Keeper._ And if thou be a king where is thy crowne? ·eai030·

_Hen._ My crowne is in my hart, not on my head. My crowne is calde content, a crown that [eai032] Kings doe seldome times enioy.

_Keeper._ And if thou be a king crownd with content, Your crowne content and you, must be content ·eai035· To go with vs vnto the officer, for as we thinke You are our quondam king, _K. Edward_ hath deposde, [eai037] And therefore we charge you in Gods name & the kings To go along with vs vnto the officers.

_Hen._ Gods name be fulfild, your kings name be [eai040] Obaide, and be you kings, command and Ile obay. _Exeunt Omnes._

SCENE X.

Enter king _Edward_, _Clarence_, and _Gloster_, _Montague_, _Hastings_, and the Lady _Gray_.

_K Edw._ Brothers of _Clarence_, and of _Glocester_, [eaj001] This ladies husband heere sir _Richard Gray_, At the battaile of saint Albones did lose his life, [eaj003] His lands then were seazed on by the conqueror. Her sute is now to repossesse those lands, ·eaj005· And sith in quarrell of the house of _Yorke_, The noble gentleman did lose his life, In honor we cannot denie her sute.

_Glo._ Your highnesse shall doe well to grant it then.

_K Edw_ I, so _I_ will, but yet Ile make a pause. ·eaj010·

_Glo._ I, is the winde in that doore?

_Clarence,_ I see the Lady hath some thing to grant, [eaj012] Before the king will grant her humble sute.

_Cla._ He knowes the game, how well he keepes the wind. [eaj014]

_K. Ed._ Widow come some other time to know our mind. ·eaj015·

_La._ May it please your grace _I_ cannot brooke delaies, I beseech your highnesse to dispatch me now.

_K Ed._ Lords giue vs leaue, wee meane to trie this widowes wit.

_Cla._ I, good leaue haue you.

_Glo._ For you will haue leaue till youth take leaue, ·eaj020· And leaue you to your crouch.

_K Ed._ Come hither widdow, howe many children haste thou?

_Cla._ I thinke he meanes to begge a child on her.

_Glo._ Nay whip me then, heele rather giue hir two. [eaj024]

_La._ Three my most gratious Lord. [eaj025]

_Glo._ You shall haue foure and you wil be rulde by him. [eaj026]

_K Ed._ Were it not pittie they shoulde loose their fathers
lands? [eaj027]

_La._ Be pittifull then dread L. and grant it them. [eaj028]

_K Edw._ Ile tell thee how these lands are to be got.

_La._ So shall you bind me to your highnesse seruice. ·eaj030·

_K Ed._ What seruice wilt thou doe me if I grant it them?

_La._ Euen what your highnesse shall command.

_Glo._ Naie then widow Ile warrant you all your [eaj033] Husbands lands, if you grant to do what he Commands. Fight close or in good faith ·eaj035· You catch a clap.

_Cla._ Naie I feare her not vnlesse she fall.

_Glo._ Marie godsforbot man, for heele take vantage then. [eaj038]

_La._ Why stops my Lord, shall I not know my taske?

_K Ed._ An easie taske, tis but to loue a king. ·eaj040·

_La._ Thats soone performde, because I am a subiect. [eaj041]

_K Ed._ Why then thy husbandes landes _I_ freelie giue thee.

_La._ I take my leaue with manie thousand thankes.

_Cla._ The match is made, shee seales it with a cursie. [eaj044]

_K Ed._ Staie widdow staie, what loue dost thou thinke I sue so much to get?

_La._ My humble seruice, such as subiects owes and the lawes commands.

_K Ed._ No by my troth, I meant no such loue, [eaj048] But to tell thee the troth, I aime to lie with thee.

_La._ To tell you plaine my Lord, I had rather lie in
prison, ·eaj050·

_K Edw._ Why then thou canst not get thy husbandes lands.

_La._ Then mine honestie shall be my dower, For by that losse I will not purchase them.

_K Ed._ Herein thou wrongst thy children mightilie.

_La._ Heerein your highnesse wrongs both them and [eaj055] Me, but mightie Lord this merrie inclination Agrees not with the sadnesse of my sute. Please it your highnes to dismisse me either with _I_ or no.

_K Ed._ _I_, if thou saie _I_ to my request, No, if thou saie no to my demand. ·eaj060·

_La._ Then no my Lord, my sute is at an end.

_Glo._ The widdow likes him not, shee bends the brow. [eaj062]

_Cla._ Why he is the bluntest woer in christendome.

_K Ed._ Her lookes are all repleat with maiestie, One waie or other she is for a king, ·eaj065· And she shall be my loue or else my _Queene_. Saie that king _Edward_ tooke thee for his _Queene_.

_La._ Tis better said then done, my gratious Lord, _I_ am a subiect fit to iest withall, But far vnfit to be a Soueraigne. ·eaj070·

_K Edw._ Sweet widdow, by my state I sweare, _I_ speake [eaj071] No more then what my hart intends, And that is to enioie thee for my loue.

_La._ And that is more then I will yeeld vnto, _I_ know _I_ am too bad to be your _Queene_, [eaj075] And yet too good to be your Concubine. [eaj076]

_K Edw._ You cauill widdow, I did meane my _Queene_.

_La._ Your grace would be loath my sonnes should call you father.

_K Edw._ No more then when my daughters call thee [eaj079] Mother. Thou art a widow and thou hast some children, ·eaj080· And by Gods mother _I_ being but a bacheler Haue other some. Why tis a happy thing To be the father of manie children. Argue no more, for thou shall be my Queene.

_Glo._ The ghostlie father now hath done his shrift. ·eaj085·

_Cla._ When he was made a shriuer twas for shift. [eaj086]

_K. Edw._ Brothers, you muse what talke the widdow [eaj087] And _I_ haue had, you would thinke it strange If _I_ should marrie her.

_Cla._ Marrie her my Lord, to whom? ·eaj090·

_K Edw._ Why _Clarence_ to my selfe.

_Glo._ That would be ten daies wonder at the least.

_Cla._ Why thats a daie longer then a wonder lastes. [eaj093]

_Glo._ And so much more are the wonders in extreames

_K Edw._ Well ieast on brothers, _I_ can tell you, hir [eaj095] Sute is granted for her husbands lands. [eaj096]

Enter a Messenger.

_Mes._ And it please your grace, _Henry_ your foe is [eaj097] Taken, and brought as prisoner to your pallace gates.

_K Edw._ Awaie with him, and send him to the Tower, And let vs go question with the man about [eaj100] His apprehension. Lords along, and vse this Ladie honorablie. _Exeunt Omnes._ [eaj102]

_Manet Gloster_ and speakes.

_Glost._ I, _Edward_ will vse women honourablie, Would he were wasted marrow, bones and all, That from his loines no issue might succeed ·eaj105· To hinder me from the golden time _I_ looke for, For _I_ am not yet lookt on in the world. First is there _Edward_, _Clarence_, and _Henry_ And his sonne, and all they lookt for issue [eaj109] Of their loines ere _I_ can plant my selfe, ·eaj110· A cold premeditation for my purpose, What other pleasure is there in the world beside? _I_ will go clad my bodie in gaie ornaments, And lull my selfe within a ladies lap, And witch sweet Ladies with my words and lookes. ·eaj115· Oh monstrous man, to harbour such a thought! Why loue did scorne me in my mothers wombe. And for _I_ should not deale in hir affaires, [eaj118] Shee did corrupt fraile nature in the flesh, And plaste an enuious mountaine on my backe, [eaj120] Where sits deformity to mocke my bodie, To drie mine arme vp like a withered shrimpe. To make my legges of an vnequall size, And am _I_ then a man to be belou’d? Easier for me to compasse twentie crownes. ·eaj125· Tut _I_ can smile, and murder when _I_ smile, _I_ crie content, to that that greeues me most. [eaj127] _I_ can adde colours to the Camelion, And for a need change shapes with _Protheus_, And set the aspiring _Catalin_ to schoole. ·eaj130· Can _I_ doe this, and cannot get the crowne? [eaj131] Tush were it ten times higher, _I_le pull it downe. _Exit._

SCENE XI.

Enter king _Lewis_ and the ladie _Bona_, and _Queene Margaret_, _Prince Edward_, and _Oxford_ and others.

_Lewis._ Welcome _Queene_ Margaret to the Court of _France_, [eak001] _I_t fits not _Lewis_ to sit while thou dost stand, Sit by my side, and here _I_ vow to thee, Thou shalt haue aide to repossesse thy right, And beat proud Edward from his vsurped seat. ·eak005· And place king _Henry_ in his former rule.

_Queen._ _I_ humblie thanke your royall maiestie. And pray the God of heauen to blesse thy state, Great king of _France_, that thus regards our wrongs.

Enter _Warwike_.

_Lew._ How now, who is this? ·eak010·

_Queen._ Our Earle of _Warwike_ Edwardes chiefest friend.

_Lew._ Welcome braue _Warwike_, what brings thee to France?

_War._ From worthy Edward king of _England_, My Lord and Soueraigne and thy vowed friend, _I_ come in kindnes and vnfained loue, ·eak015· First to do greetings to thy royall person, And then to craue a league of amitie, And lastlie to confirme that amitie With nuptiall knot if thou vouchsafe to grant That vertuous ladie _Bona_ thy faire sister, ·eak020· To Englands king in lawfull marriage.

_Queen._ And if this go forward all our hope is done.

_War._ And gratious Madam, in our kings behalfe, I am commanded with your loue and fauour, Humblie to kisse your hand and with my tongue, ·eak025· To tell the passions of my soueraines hart, Where fame late entring at his heedfull eares, Hath plast thy glorious image and thy vertues. [eak028]

_Queen._ King _Lewes_ and Lady _Bona_ heare me speake, Before you answere _Warwike_ or his words, ·eak030· For hee it is hath done vs all these wrongs.

_War._ Iniurious _Margaret_.

_Prince Ed._ And why not Queene?

_War._ Because thy father _Henry_ did vsurpe, And thou no more art Prince then shee is Queene. ·eak035·

_Ox._ Then _Warwike_ disanuls great _Iohn_ of _Gaunt_, That did subdue the greatest part of _Spaine_, And after _Iohn_ of _Gaunt_ wise _Henry_ the fourth, Whose wisedome was a mirrour to the world. And after this wise prince _Henry_ the fift, ·eak040· Who with his prowesse conquered all _France_, From these our _Henries_ lineallie discent. [eak042]

_War._ _Oxford_, how haps that in this smooth discourse You told not how _Henry_ the sixt had lost All that _Henry_ the fift had gotten. ·eak045· Me thinkes these peeres of _France_ should smile at that, But for the rest you tell a pettigree [eak047] Of threescore and two yeares a sillie time, [eak048] To make prescription for a kingdomes worth.

_Oxf._ Why _Warwike_, canst thou denie thy king, ·eak050· Whom thou obeyedst thirtie and eight yeeres, And bewray thy treasons with a blush?

_War._ Can _Oxford_ that did euer fence the right, Now buckler falshood with a pettigree? For shame leaue _Henry_ and call _Edward_ king. ·eak055·

_Oxf._ Call him my king by whom mine elder [eak056] Brother the Lord _Awbray Vere_ was done to death, And more then so, my father euen in the Downefall of his mellowed yeares, When age did call him to the dore of death? ·eak060· No _Warwike_ no, whilst life vpholds this arme This arme vpholds the house of _Lancaster_.

_War._ And I the house of _Yorke_.

_K Lewes._ Queene _Margaret_, prince _Edward_ and [eak064] _Oxford_, vouchsafe to forbeare a while, ·eak065· Till I doe talke a word with _Warwike_. Now Warwike euen vpon thy honor tell me true; Is _Edward_ lawfull king or no? For I were loath to linke with him, that is not lawful heir.

_War._ Thereon _I_ pawne mine honour and my credit. ·eak070·

_Lew._ What is he gratious in the peoples eies? [eak071]

_War._ The more, that _Henry_ is vnfortunate.

_Lew._ What is his loue to our sister _Bona_? [eak074]

_War._ Such it seemes As maie beseeme a monarke like himselfe. ·eak075· My selfe haue often heard him saie and sweare, That this his loue was an eternall plant, The root whereof was fixt in vertues ground, The leaues and fruite maintainde with beauties sun, Exempt from enuie, but not from disdaine, ·eak080· Vnlesse the ladie _Bona_ quite his paine.

_Lew._ Then sister let vs heare your firme resolue.

_Bona._ Your grant or your denial shall be mine, [eak083] But ere this daie _I_ must confesse, when I Haue heard your kings deserts recounted, ·eak085· Mine eares haue tempted iudgement to desire.

_Lew._ Then draw neere Queene _Margaret_ and be a [eak087] Witnesse, that _Bona_ shall be wife to the English king.

_Prince Edw._ To _Edward_, but not the English king.

_War._ _Henry_ now liues in _Scotland_ at his ease, ·eak090· Where hauing nothing, nothing can he lose, And as for you your selfe our _quondam_ Queene, You haue a father able to mainetaine your state, And better twere to trouble him then _France_. [eak094]

Sound for a post within.

_Lew._ Here comes some post _Warwike_ to thee or vs. ·eak095·

_Post._ My Lord ambassador this letter is for you, Sent from your brother Marquis _Montague_. This from our king vnto your Maiestie. And these to you Madam, from whom I know not.

_Oxf._ I like it well that our faire Queene and mistresse, ·eak100· Smiles at her newes when _Warwike_ frets as his. [eak101]

_P. Ed._ And marke how _Lewes_ stamps as he were nettled.

_Lew._ Now _Margaret_ & _Warwike_, what are your news?

_Queen._ Mine such as fils my hart full of ioie. [eak104]

_War._ Mine full of sorrow and harts discontent. ·eak105·

_Lew._ What hath your king married the Ladie _Gray_, And now to excuse himselfe sends vs a post of papers? How dares he presume to vse vs thus?

_Quee._ This proueth _Edwards_ loue, & _Warwiks_ honesty.

_War._ King _Lewis,_ I here protest in sight of heauen, ·eak110· And by the hope _I_ haue of heauenlie blisse, That I am cleare from this misdeed of _Edwards_. No more my king, for he dishonours me, And most himselfe, if he could see his shame. Did I forget that by the house of _Yorke_, ·eak115· My father came vntimelie to his death? [eak116] Did _I_ let passe the abuse done to my neece? [eak117] Did I impale him with the regall Crowne, And thrust king _Henry_ from his natiue home, [eak119] And most vngratefull doth he vse me thus? ·eak120· My gratious _Queene_ pardon what is past, And henceforth I am thy true seruitour, I will reuenge the wrongs done to ladie _Bona_, And replant _Henry_ in his former state.

_Queen._ Yes _Warwike_ I doe quite forget thy former [eak125] Faults, if now thou wilt become king _Henries_ friend.

_War._ So much his friend, I his vnfained friend, That if king _Lewes_ vouchsafe to furnish vs With some few bands of chosen souldiers, Ile vndertake to land them on our coast, ·eak130· And force the Tyrant from his seate by warre, Tis not his new made bride shall succour him.

_Lew._ Then at the last I firmelie am resolu’d, You shall haue aide: and English messenger returne [eak134] In post, and tell false _Edward_ thy supposed king, That _Lewis_ of France is sending ouer Maskers To reuell it with him and his new bride.

_Bona._ Tell him in hope heele be a Widower shortlie, [eak138] Ile weare the willow garland for his sake.

_Queen._ Tell him my mourning weedes be laide aside, ·eak140· And I am readie to put armour on.

_War._ Tell him from me, that he hath done me wrong, And therefore Ile vncrowne him er’t be long. Thears thy reward, begone. [eak144]

_Lew._ But now tell me _Warwike_, what assurance ·eak145· _I_ shall haue of thy true loyaltie?

_War._ This shall assure my constant loyaltie, If that our Queene and this young prince agree, Ile ioine mine eldest daughter and my ioie To him forthwith in holie wedlockes bandes. [eak150]

_Queen._ Withall my hart, that match _I_ like full wel, [eak151] Loue her sonne _Edward_, shee is faire and yong, And giue thy hand to _Warwike_ for thy loue.

_Lew._ _I_t is enough, and now we will prepare, To lcuie souldiers for to go with you. [eak155] And you Lord _Bourbon_ our high Admirall, Shall waft them safelie to the English coast, And chase proud _Edward_ from his slumbring trance, For mocking marriage with the name of _France_.

_War._ _I_ came from _Edward_ as Imbassadour [eak160] But I returne his sworne and mortall foe: Matter of marriage was the charge he gaue me, But dreadfull warre shall answere his demand. Had he none else to make a stale but me? Then none but I shall turne his iest to sorrow. ·eak165· _I_ was the chiefe that raisde him to the crowne, And _I_le be chiefe to bring him downe againe, Not that I pittie _Henries_ miserie, But seeke reuenge on _Edwards_ mockerie. _Exit._

SCENE XII.

Enter king _Edward_, the _Queene_ and _Clarence_, and _Gloster_, and _Montague_, and _Hastings_, and _Penbrooke_ with souldiers.

_Edw._ Brothers of _Clarence_, and of _Glocester_, [eal001] What thinke you of our marriage with the ladie _Gray_?

_Cla._ My Lord, we thinke as _Warwike_ and _Lewes_ That are so slacke in iudgement, that theile take [eal004] No offence at this suddaine marriage. ·eal005·

_Edw._ Suppose they doe, they are but _Lewes_ and [eal006] _Warwike_, and I am your king and _Warwikes_, [eal007] And will be obaied.

_Glo._ And shall, because our king, but yet such [eal009] Sudden marriages seldome proueth well. [eal010]

_Edw._ Yea brother _Richard_ are you against vs too?

_Glo._ Not _I_ my Lord, no, God forefend that I should [eal012] Once gaine saie your highnesse pleasure, [eal013] I, & twere a pittie to sunder them that yoake so wel togi- (ther. [eal014]

_Edw._ Setting your skornes and your dislikes aside, ·eal015· Shew me some reasons why the Ladie _Gray_, Maie not be my loue and Englands _Queene_? Speake freelie _Clarence_, _Gloster_, [eal018] _Montague_ and _Hastings_.

_Cla._ My Lord then this is my opinion, [eal020] That _Warwike_ beeing dishonored in his embassage, Doth seeke reuenge to quite his iniuries. [eal022]

_Glo._ And _Lewes_ in regard of his sisters wrongs, Doth ioine with _Warwike_ to supplant your state,

_Edw._ Suppose that _Lewis_ and _Warwike_ be appeasd, ·eal025· By such meanes as I can best deuise. [eal026]

_Mont._ But yet to have ioind with France in this Alliance, would more haue strengthened this our Common wealth, gainst forraine stormes, [eal029] Then anie home bred marriage. [eal030]

_Hast._ Let England be true within it selfe, We need not France nor any alliance with them.

_Cla._ For this one speech the Lord _Hastings_ wel deserues, To haue the daughter and heire of the Lord _Hungerford_.

_Edw._ And what then? It was our will it should be so? [eal035]

_Cla._ I, and for such a thing too the Lord _Scales_ Did well deserue at your hands, to haue the Daughter of the Lord _Bonfield_, and left your Brothers to go seeke elsewhere, but in [eal039] Your madnes, you burie brotherhood. [eal040]

_Edw._ Alasse poore _Clarence_, is it for a wife, That thou art mal-content, [eal042] Why man be of good cheere, Ile prouide thee one. [eal043]

_Cla._ Naie you plaide the broker so ill for your selfe, That you shall giue me leaue to make my [eal045] Choise as I thinke good, and to that intent, I shortlie meane to leaue you.

_Edw._ Leaue me or tarrie I am full resolu’d, _Edward_ will not be tied to his brothers wils.

_Queen._ My Lords doe me but right, and you must [eal050] Confesse, before it pleasd his highnesse to aduance My state to title of a Queene, That I was not ignoble in my birth. [eal053]

_Edw._ Forbeare my loue to fawne upon their frownes, For thee they must obay, naie shall obaie, ·eal055· And if they looke for fauour at my hands.

_Mont._ My Lord, heere is the messenger returned from
(France. [eal057]

Enter a Messenger.

_Ed._ Now sirra, What letters or what newes? [eal058]

_Mes._ No letters my Lord, and such newes, as without your highnesse speciall pardon I dare not relate. [eal060]

_Edw._ We pardon thee, and as neere as thou canst [eal061] Tell me, What said _Lewis_ to our letters?

_Mes._ At my departure these were his verie words. Go tell false _Edward_ thy supposed king, That _Lewis_ of France is sending ouer Maskers, ·eal065· To reuill it with him and his new bride. [eal066]

_Edw._ Is _Lewis_ so braue, belike he thinkes me _Henry_. [eal067] But what said Lady _Bona_ to these wrongs?

_Mes._ Tel him quoth she, in hope heele prove a widdower [eal069] shortly, _I_le wear the willow garland for his sake. [eal070]

_Edw._ She had the wrong, indeed she could saie [eal071] Little lesse. But what saide _Henries_ Queene, for as [eal072] _I_ heare, she was then in place?

_Mes._ Tell him quoth shee my mourning weeds be Doone, and I am readie to put armour on. [eal075]

_Edw._ Then belike she meanes to plaie the _Amazon_. But what said _Warwike_ to these iniuries?

_Mes._ He more incensed then the rest my Lord, Tell him quoth he, that he hath done me wrong, And therefore Ile vncrowne him er’t be long. ·eal080·

_Ed._ Ha, Durst the traytor breath out such proude words? But I will arme me to preuent the worst. But what is _Warwike_ friendes with _Margaret_? [eal083]

_Mes._ I my good Lord, theare so linkt in friendship, [eal084] That young Prince _Edward_ marries _Warwikes_ daughter. ·eal085·

_Cla._ The elder, belike _Clarence_ shall haue the [eal086] Yonger. All you that loue me and _Warwike_ [eal087] Follow me. _Exit Clarence_ and _Summerset._

_Edw._ _Clarence_ and _Summerset_ fled to _Warwike_, What saie you brother _Richard_, will you stand to vs? ·eal090·

_Glo._ _I_ my Lord, in despight of all that shall [eal091] Withstand you For why hath Nature Made me halt downe right, but that I Should be valiant and stand to it, for if [eal094] I would, _I_ cannot runne awaie. ·eal095·

_Edw._ _Penbrooke_, go raise an armie presentlie, Pitch vp my tent, for in the field this night I meane to rest, and on the morrow morne, Ile march to meet proud _Warwike_ ere he land Those stragling troopes which he hath got in France. ·eal100· But ere I goe _Montague_ and _Hastings_, You of all the rest are neerest allied [eal102] In bloud to _Warwike_, therefore tell me, if [eal103] You fauour him more then me or not: Speake truelie, for I had rather haue you open [eal105] Enemies, then hollow friends.

_Monta._ So God helpe _Montague_ as he proues true.

_Hast._ And _Hastings_ as hee fauours _Edwards_ cause.

Edw. It shall suffice, come then lets march awaie. [eal109]
_Exeunt Omnes._

SCENE XIII.

Enter _Warwike_ and _Oxford_, with souldiers.

_War._ Trust me my Lords all hitherto goes well, The common people by numbers swarme to vs, But see where _Sommerset_ and _Clarence_ comes, Speake suddenlie my Lords, are we all friends? [eam004]

_Cla._ Feare not that my Lord. ·eam005·

_War._ Then gentle _Clarence_ welcome vnto _Warwike_. And welcome _Summerset_, I hold it cowardise, To rest mistrustfull where a noble hart, [eam008] Hath pawnde an open hand in signe of loue, Else might I thinke that _Clarence_, _Edwards_ brother, ·eam010· Were but a fained friend to our proceedings, But welcome sweet _Clarence_ my daughter shal be thine. [eam012] And now what rests but in nights couerture, Thy brother being careleslie encampt, His souldiers lurking in the towne about, ·eam015· And but attended by a simple guarde, We maie surprise and take him at our pleasure, Our skouts have found the aduenture very easie, Then crie king _Henry_ with resolued mindes, And breake we presentlie into his tent. ·eam020·

_Cla._ Why then lets on our waie in silent sort, For _Warwike_ and his friends God and saint _George_. [eam022]

_War._ This is his tent, and see where his guard doth [eam023] Stand, Courage my souldiers, now or neuer, But follow me now, and _Edward_ shall be ours. ·eam025·

_All._ A _Warwike_, a _Warwike_.
Alarmes, and _Gloster_ and _Hastings_ flies.

_Oxf._ Who goes there?

_War._ _Richard_ and _Hastings_ let them go, heere is the (Duke

_Edw._ The Duke, why _Warwike_ when we parted [eam029] Last, thou caldst me king? [eam030]

_War._ I, but the case is altred now. When you disgraste me in my embassage, [eam032] Then _I_ disgraste you from being king, And now am come to create you Duke of _Yorke_, Alasse how should you gouerne anie kingdome, ·eam035· That knowes not how to vse embassadors, Nor how to vse your brothers brotherlie, Nor how to shrowd your selfe from enimies.

_Edw._ Well _Warwike_, let fortune doe her worst, _Edward_ in minde will beare himselfe a king. ·eam040·

_War._ Then for his minde be _Edward_ Englands king. But _Henry_ now shall weare the English crowne. Go conuaie him to our brother archbishop of _Yorke_, And when I haue fought with _Penbrooke_ & his followers, Ile come and tell thee what the ladie _Bona_ saies, ·eam045· And so for a while farewell good Duke of _Yorke_. [eam046] _Exeunt_ some with _Edward_.

_Cla._ What followes now, all hithertoo goes well, [eam047] But we must dispatch some letters to _France_, [eam048] To tell the _Queene_ of our happy fortune, And bid hir come with speed to ioine with vs. [eam050]

_War._ _I_ thats the first thing that we have to doe, [eam051] And free king _Henry_ from imprisonment, And see him seated in his regall throne, Come let vs haste awaie, and hauing past these cares, [eam054] _I_le post to _Yorke_, and see how _Edward_ fares. ·eam055· _Exeunt Omnes._

SCENE XIV.

Enter _Gloster_, _Hastings_, and sir _William Stanly_.

_Glo._ Lord Hastings, and sir William Stanly, [ean001] Know that the cause _I_ sent for you is this. _I_ looke my brother with a slender traine, Should come a hunting in this forrest heere. The Bishop of _Yorke_ befriends him much, ·ean005· And lets him vse his pleasure in the chase, Now I haue priuilie sent him word, How _I_ am come with you to rescue him, And see where the huntsman and he doth come.

Enter _Edward_ and a Huntsman.

_Hunts_ This waie my Lord the deere is gone. ·ean010·

_Edw._ No this waie huntsman, see where the [ean011] Keepers stand. Now brother and the rest, What, are you prouided to depart?

_Glo._ _I_, _I_, the horse stands at the parke corner, Come, to Linne, and so take shipping into _Flanders_. ·ean015·

_Edw._ Come then: _Hastings_, and _Stanlie_, _I_ will [ean016] Requite your loues. Bishop farewell, Sheeld thee from _Warwikes_ frowne, [ean018] And praie that I maie repossesse the crowne. Now huntsman what will you doe? ·ean020·

_Hunts_ Marrie my Lord, I thinke _I_ had as good Goe with you, as tarrie heere to be hangde.

_Edw._ Come then lets awaie with speed.
_Exeunt Omnes._

SCENE XV.

Enter the _Queene_ and the Lord _Riuers_.

_Riuers._ Tel me good maddam, why is your grace [eao001] So passionate of late?

_Queen._ Why brother _Riuers_, heare you not the newes, [eao003] Of that successe king _Edward_ had of late?

_Riu._ What? losse of some pitcht battaile against _Warwike_, [eao005] Tush, feare not faire _Queen_, but cast those cares aside. King _Edwards_ noble mind his honours doth display: And _Warwike_ maie loose, though then he got the day.

_Queen._ If that were all, my griefes were at an end: But greater troubles will I feare befall. ·eao010·

_Riu._ What, is he taken prisoner by the foe, [eao011] To the danger of his royall person then?

_Queen._ I, thears my griefe, king _Edward_ is surprisde, [eao013] And led awaie, as prisoner vnto _Yorke_. [eao014]

_Riu._ The newes is passing strange, I must confesse: [eao015] Yet comfort your selfe, for _Edward_ hath more friends, Then _Lancaster_ at this time must perceiue, That some will set him in his throne againe.

_Queen._ God grant they maie, but gentle brother come, And let me leane vpon thine arme a while, [eao020] Vntill I come vnto the sanctuarie, There to preserue the fruit within my wombe, K. _Edwards_ seed true heire to _Englands_ crowne. _Exit._

SCENE XVI.

Enter _Edward_ and _Richard_, and _Hastings_ with a troope of Hollanders.

_Edw._ Thus far from _Belgia_ haue we past the seas, And marcht from _Raunspur_ hauen vnto _Yorke_: [eap002] But soft the gates are shut, _I_ like not this.

_Rich._ Sound vp the drum and call them to the wals. [eap004]

Enter the Lord Maire of _Yorke_ vpon the wals.

_Mair._ My Lords we had notice of your comming, ·eap005· And thats the cause we stand vpon our garde, [eap006] And shut the gates for to preserue the towne. _Henry_ now is king, and we are sworne to him.

_Edw._ Why my Lord Maire, if _Henry_ be your king, [eap009] _Edward_ I am sure at least, is Duke of _Yorke_. ·eap010·

_Mair._ Truth my Lord, we know you for no lesse. [eap011]

_Edw._ I craue nothing but my Dukedome.

_Rich._ But when the Fox hath gotten in his head, Heele quicklie make the bodie follow after. [eap014]

_Hast._ Why my Lord Maire, what stand you vpon points? ·eap015· Open the gates, we are king _Henries_ friends.

_Mair._ Saie you so, then _I_le open them presentlie.
_Exit_ Maire.

_Ri._ By my faith, a wise stout captain & soone perswaded.

The Maire opens the dore, and brings the keies in his hand.

_Edw._ So my Lord Maire, these gates must not be shut, ·eap020· But in the time of warre, giue me the keies: [eap021] What, feare not man for _Edward_ will defend the towne and you, despight of all your foes.

Enter sir _Iohn Mountgommery_ with drumme and souldiers.

How now _Richard_, who is this?

_Rich._ Brother, this is sir Iohn _Mountgommery_, A trustie friend, vnlesse _I_ be deceiude. ·eap025·

_Edw._ Welcome sir Iohn. Wherfore come you in armes?

_Sir Iohn._ To helpe king _Edward_ in this time of stormes, As euerie loyall subiect ought to doe.

_Edw._ Thankes braue Mountgommery, But I onlie claime my Dukedom. ·eap030· Vntil it please God to send the rest. [eap031]

_Sir Iohn._ Then fare you wel? Drum strike vp and let vs March away, I came to serue a king and not a Duke.

_Edw._ Nay staie sir Iohn, and let vs first debate, With what security we maie doe this thing. ·eap035·

_Sir Iohn._ What stand you on debating, to be briefe, Except you presently proclaime your selfe our king, Ile hence againe, and keepe them backe that come to [eap038] Succour you, why should we fight when You pretend no title? ·eap040·

_Rich._ Fie brother, fie, stand you vpon tearmes? [eap041] Resolue your selfe, and let vs claime the crowne.

_Edw._ _I_ am resolude once more to claime the crowne, And win it too, or else to loose my life. [eap044]

_Sir Iohn._ I now my soueraigne speaketh like himselfe, [eap045] And now will I be _Edwards_ Champion, Sound Trumpets, for _Edward_ shall be proclaimd.

_Edward_ the fourth by the grace of God, king of England [eap048] and France, and Lord of Ireland, and whosoeuer gainsaies king _Edwards_ right: by this _I_ challenge him to ·eap050· single fight, long liue _Edward_ the fourth.

_All._ Long liue _Edward_ the fourth.

_Edw._ We thanke you all. Lord Maire leade on the waie. For this night weele harbour here in _Yorke_, [eap054] And then as earlie as the morning sunne, ·eap055· Liftes vp his beames aboue this horison Weele march to London, to meete with _Warwike_: [eap057] And pull false _Henry_ from the Regall throne. [eap058] _Exeunt Omnes._

SCENE XVII.

Enter _Warwike_ and _Clarence_, with the Crowne, and then king _Henry_, and _Oxford_, and _Summerset_, and the yong Earle of _Richmond_.

_King._ Thus from the prison to this princelie seat, [eaq001] By Gods great mercies am _I_ brought [eaq002] Againe, _Clarence_ and _Warwike_ doe you Keepe the crowne, and gouerne and protect My realme in peace, and I will spend the ·eaq005· Remnant of my daies, to sinnes rebuke And my Creators praise.

_War._ What answeres _Clarence_ to his soueraignes will?

_Cla._ _Clarence_ agrees to what king _Henry_ likes.

_King._ My Lord of _Summerset_, what prettie [eaq010] Boie is that you seeme to be so carefull of?

_Sum._ And it please your grace, it is yong _Henry_, [eaq012] Earle of _Richmond_.

_King._ _Henry_ of _Richmond_, Come hither pretie Ladde. If heauenlie powers doe aime aright ·eaq015· To my diuining thoughts, thou pretie boy, Shalt proue this Countries blisse, Thy head is made to weare a princelie crowne, Thy lookes are all repleat with Maiestie, Make much of him my Lords, [eaq020] For this is he shall helpe you more, Then you are hurt by me.

Enter one with a letter to _Warwike_.

_War._ What Counsell Lords, _Edward_ from _Belgia_, With hastie Germaines and blunt _Hollanders_, Is past in safetie through the narrow seas, ·eaq025· And with his troopes doe march amaine towardes (London, And manie giddie people follow him. [eaq027]

_Oxf._ Tis best to looke to this betimes, For if this fire doe kindle any further, It will be hard for vs to quench it out. ·eaq030·

_War._ In _Warwike_shire _I_ haue true harted friends, Not mutinous in peace, yet bold in warre, Them will _I_ muster vp, and thou sonne _Clarence_ shalt [eaq033] In _Essex_, _Suffolke_, _Norfolke_, and in _Kent_, Stir vp the knights and gentlemen to come with thee. ·eaq035· And thou brother _Montague_, in _Leister_shire, _Buckingham_ and _Northampton_shire shalt finde, Men well inclinde to doe what thou commands, [eaq038] And thou braue _Oxford_ wondrous well belou’d, Shalt in thy countries muster vp thy friends. ·eaq040· My soueraigne with his louing Citizens, Shall rest in London till we come to him. Faire Lords take leaue and stand not to replie, Farewell my soueraigne.

_King._ Farewel my _Hector_, my _Troyes_ true hope. ·eaq045·

_War._ Farewell sweet Lords, lets meet at Couentrie.

_All._ Agreed. _Exeunt Omnes._

SCENE XVIII.

Enter _Edward_ and his traine.

_Edw._ Sease on the shamefast _Henry_, [ear001] And once againe conuaie him to the Tower, Awaie with him, I will not heare him speake. And now towards Couentrie let vs bend our course [ear004] To meet with _Warwike_ and his confederates. ·ear005· _Exeunt Omnes._

SCENE XIX.

Enter _Warwike_ on the walles.

_War._ Where is the post that came from valiant _Oxford_? How farre hence is thy Lord my honest fellow?

_Oxf post._ By this at _Daintrie_ marching hitherward.

_War._ Where is our brother _Montague_? Where is the post that came from _Montague_? ·eas005·

_Post._ I left him at _Donsmore_ with his troopes.

_War._ Say _Summerfield_ where is my louing son? And by thy gesse, how farre is _Clarence_ hence?

_Sommer._ At _Southam_ my Lord I left him with [eas009] His force, and doe expect him two houres hence. ·eas010·

_War._ Then Oxford is at hand, I heare his drum.

Enter _Edward_ and his power.

_Glo._ See brother, where the surly _Warwike_ mans the wal.

_War._ O vnbid spight, is spotfull _Edward_ come! [eas013] Where slept our scouts, or how are they seduste, [eas014] That we could haue no newes of their repaire? ·eas015·

_Edw._ Now _Warwike_ wilt thou be sorrie for thy faults, And call _Edward_ king and he will pardon thee.

_War._ Naie rather wilt thou draw thy forces backe? Confesse who set thee vp and puld thee downe? Call _Warwike_ patron and be penitent, [eas020] And thou shall still remaine the Duke of _Yorke_.

_Glo._ I had thought at least he would haue said the king. Or did he make the iest against his will. [eas023]

_War._ Twas _Warwike_ gaue the kingdome to thy brother. [eas024]

_Edw._ Why then tis mine, if but by _Warwikes_ gift. ·eas025·

_War._ I but thou art no _Atlas_ for so great a waight, And weakling, _Warwike_ takes his gift againe, _Henry_ is my king, _Warwike_ his subiect.

_Edw._ I prethe gallant _Warwike_ tell me this, What is the bodie when the head is off? ·eas030·

_Glo._ Alasse that _Warwike_ had no more foresight, [eas031] But whilst he sought to steale the single ten, [eas032] The king was finelie fingerd from the decke? [eas033] You left poore _Henry_ in the Bishops pallace, And ten to one you’le meet him in the Tower. [eas035]

_Edw._ Tis euen so, and yet you are olde _Warwike_ still.

_War._ O cheerefull colours, see where Oxford comes. [eas037]

Enter _Oxford_ with drum and souldiers & al crie,

_Oxf._ Oxford, Oxford, for _Lancaster_. _Exit._ [eas038]

_Edw._ The Gates are open, see they enter in, [eas039] Lets follow them and bid them battaile in the streetes. ·eas040·

_Glo._ No, so some other might set vpon our backes, Weele staie till all be entered, and then follow them. [eas042]

Enter _Summerset_ with drum and souldiers.

_Sum._ _Summerset_, _Summerset_, for _Lancaster_. _Exit._

_Glo._ Two of thy name both Dukes of Summerset, Haue solde their liues vnto the house of _Yorke_, ·eas045· And thou shalt be the third and my sword hold. [eas046]

Enter _Montague_ with drum and souldiers.

_Mont._ _Montague_, _Montague_, for _Lancaster_. _Exit._

_Edw._ Traitorous _Montague_, thou and thy brother Shall deerelie abie this rebellious act. [eas049]

Enter _Clarence_ with drum and souldiers.

_War._ And loe where George of Clarence sweepes [eas050] Along, of power enough to bid his brother battell..

_Cla._ Clarence, Clarence, for _Lancaster_.

_Edw._ Et tu Brute, wilt thou stab _Cæsar_ too? [eas052] A parlie sirra to _George_ of Clarence. [eas053]

Sound a Parlie, and _Richard_ and _Clarence_ whispers togither, and
then _Clarence_ takes his red Rose out of his hat, and throwes it
at _Warwike_.

_War._ Com Clarence come, thou wilt if _Warwike_ call. ·eas055·

_Cla._ Father of _Warwike_, know you what this meanes? I throw mine infamie at thee, I will not ruinate my fathers house, Who gaue his bloud to lime the stones togither, And set vp _Lancaster_. Thinkest thou ·eas060· That _Clarence_ is so harsh vnnaturall, To lift his sword against his brothers life, And so proud harted _Warwike_ I defie thee, And to my brothers turne my blushing cheekes? [eas064] Pardon me _Edward_, for _I_ haue done amisse, ·eas065· And _Richard_ doe not frowne vpon me, For henceforth I will proue no more vnconstant.

_Edw._ Welcome _Clarence_, and ten times more welcome, Then if thou neuer hadst deserud our hate. [eas069]

_Glo._ Welcome good _Clarence_, this is brotherlie. ·eas070·

_War._ Oh passing traytor, periurd and vniust.

_Edw._ Now _Warwike_, wilt thou leaue [eas072] The towne and fight? or shall we beate the Stones about thine eares?

_War._ Why _I_ am not coopt vppe heere for defence, ·eas075·

_I_ will awaie to Barnet presently, And bid thee battaile Edward if thou darest. [eas077]

_Edw._ Yes _Warwike_ he dares, and leades the waie, Lords to the field, saint _George_ and victorie. _Exeunt Omnes._

SCENE XX.

Alarmes, and then enter _Warwike_ wounded.