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Enter SOMERSET, with Drum and Colours. Whose top-branch overpeer'd Jove's spreading Som. Somerset, Somerset, for Lancaster!


(wind. [He and his Forces enter the City. And kept low shrubs from winter's powerful Glo. Two of thy name, both dukes of Somerset, These eyes, that now are dimm'd with death's Hlave sold their lives unto the house of York;

black veil, And thou shalt be the third, if this sword hold. Have been as piercing as the mid-day sun,

To search the secret treasons of the world: Enter CLARENCE, with Drum and Colours. War. And lo, where George of Clarence Were liken'd oft to kingly sepulchres;

The wrinkles in my brows, now fill'd with blood, sweeps along,

For who liv'd king, but I conld dig his grave? Of force enough to bid his brother battle; With whom an upright zeal to right prevails, And who durst sinile, when Warwick bent his

brow More than the nature of a brother's love: Come, Clarence, come; thou wilt, if Warwick Lo, now my glory smeard in dust and blood !

My parks, iny walks, my manors that I had, calls.

Even now forsake me; and, of all my lands, Clar. Father of Warwick, know you what this

Is nothing left me, but my body's length! means?[Taking the rel Rose out of his Cap. Why, what is pomp, rule, reign, but earth and Inok here, I throw my infamy at thee:

dust? I will not ruinate my father's house, Who gave his blood to lime the stones together, And, live we how we can, yet die we must

And set up Lancaster. Why, trow'st thou,

Som. Ah, Warwick, Warwick, wert thou as That Clarence is so harsh, so blunt, unnatural, We might recover all our loss again! (we are, To bend the fatal instruments of war

The queen from France hath brought a puissant Against his brother, and his lawful king?

power: Perhaps, thou wilt object my holy oath :

Even now we heard the news: Ah, could'st To keep that oath, were more impiety

thou fly!

[tague, Than Jephtha's,when he sacrific'd his daughter.

War. Why, then I would not fly.-Ah, MonI am so sorry for my trespass made,

If thou be there, sweet brother, take my hand, That, to deserve well at my brother's hands,

And with thy lips keep in my soul a while! 1 here proclaim myself thy mortal foe;

Thou lov'st me not; for, brother, if thou didst, With resolution, wheresoe'er I meet thee

Thy tears would wash this cold congealed blood, (As I will meet thee, if thou stir abroad),

That glues my lips, and will not let me speak. To plague thee for thy foul misleading me.

Come quickly, Montague, or I am dead. And so, proud-hearted Warwick, I defy thee,

Som. Ah, Warwick, Montague hath breath'd

his last; And to my brother turn my blushing cheeks.Pardon me, Edward, I will make amends;

And, to the latest gasp, cried out for Warwick, And, Richard, do not frown upon my faults,

And said-Commend me to my valiant brother. For I will henceforth be no more unconstant.

And more he would have said ; and more he K. Edw. Now welcome more, and ten times

spoke, more belov'd,

Which sounded like a cannon in a vault, Than if thou never hadst deserv'd our hate.

That might not be distinguish'd; but, at last, Glo. Welcome, good Clarence: this is brother- I well might hear deliver'd with a groan, like.

O, farewell, Warwick!

War. War. O passing traitor, perjur'd, and unjust!

Sweet rest to his soul!-K. Edw. What, Warwick, wilt thou leave the Fly, lords, and save yourselves : for Warwick

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

You all farewell, to meet again in Heaven. (Dies. War. Alas, I am not coop'd here for defence :

Oxf. Away, away, to meet the queen's great I will away towards Barnet presently,

power! And bid thee battle, Edward, if thou dar'st.

[Exeunt, bearing of WARWICK's body. K. Edw. Yes, Warwick, Edward dares, and

SCENE III. Another Part of the Field. leads the way Lords, to the field, Saint George and victory.

Flourish. Enter King EDWARD in triumph ; with

(March. Exeunt. CLARENCE, GLOSTER, and the rest. SCENE II. A Field of Battle near Barnet.

K. Edw. Thus far our fortune keeps an upward Alaruns, and Excursions. Enter King EDWARD, And we are graced with wreaths of victory.

course, bringing in WARWICK wounded.

But, in the midst of this bright-shining day, K. Edw. So, lie thou there: die thou, and die I spy a black, suspicious threat'ning cloud, our fear;

That will encounter with our glorious sun, For Warwick was a bug, that fear'd us all. Ere he attain his easeful western bed: Now, Montagne, sit fast; I seek for thee, I mean, my lords,--those powers, that the queen ThatWarwick's bones may keep thine company. Hath rais'd in Gallia, have arriv'd our coast,

(Erit. And, as we hear, march on, to fight with us. War. Ah, who is nigh? come to me, friend, Clar. A little gale will soon disperse that or foe,

cloud, And tell me who is victor, York or Warwick? And blow it to the source from whence it came: Why ask I that? my mangled body shows, Thy very beams will dry those vapours up; My blood, my want of strength, my sick heart For every cloud engenders not a storm. That I must yield my body to the earth, (shows Glo. The queen is valu'd thirty thousand And, by my fall, the conquest to my foc.

strong, Thus yields the cedar to the axe's edge, And Somerset, with Oxford, fled to her: Whose arms gave shelter to the princely eagle, If she have time to breathe, be well assurd, Under whose shade the ramping lion slept; Her faction will be full as strong as ours.

K. Edw. We are advertis:d by our loving Go home to bed, and like the owl by day, friends,

(bury; If he arise, be mock'd and wonder'd at. That they do hold their course toward Tewks- Q. Mar. Thanks, gentle Somerset:--sweet We having now the best at Barnet field,

Oxford, thanks. Will thither straight, For willingness rids way, Prince. And take his thanks, that yet hath And, as we march, our strength will be aug- nothing else. In every county as we go along. (mented

Enter a Messenger. Strike up the drum; cry-Courage! and away. Mess. Prepare you, lords, for Edward is at

(Exeunt. Ready to fight : therefore bé resolute. [hand, SCENE IV. Plains near Tewksbury.

Oxf. I thought no less: it is his policy,

To haste thus fast, to find us unprovided. March. Enter QUEEN MARGARET, PRINCE ED

Som, But he's deceiv'd, we are in readiness. WARD, SOMERSET, OXFORD, and Soldiers.

Q. Mar. This cheers my heart, to see your Q. Mar. Great lords, wise men ne'er sit and forwardness.

(budge. wail their loss,

Oxf. Here pitch our battle, hence we will not But cheerly seek how to redress their harms.

March. Enter at a distance, King EDWARD, What, though the mast be now blown overboard,

The cable broke, the holding anchor lost,
And half our sailors swallow'd in the flood ?

K. Edv. Brave followers, yonder stands the Yet lives our pilot still; Is't meet, ihat he

thorny wood,

(strength, Should leave the helm, and, like a learful lad, Which, by the heavens' assistance, and your With tearful eyes add water to the sea,

Must by the roots be hewn up yet ere night. And give more strength to that which hath too I need not add more fuel to your fire, much;

For, well I wot, ye blaze to burn them out: Whiles, in his moan, ihe ship splits on the rock, Give signal to the fight, and to it lords. Which industry and courage inight have sav'd?

Q. Mar. Lords, knights, and gentlemen, what

I should say, Ah, what a shame! ah, what a fault were this! Say, Warwick was our anchor! What of that? My tears gainsay; for every word I speak, And Montague our top-mast; What of him?

Ye see, I drink the water of mine eyes. Our slaughter'd friends the tackles; What of Therefore, no more but this:-Henry, your sothese?

vereign, Why, is not Oxford here another anchor ?

Is prisoner to the foe; his state usurp'd, And Somerset another goodly mast;

His realm a slaughterhouse, his subjects slain, The friends of France our shrouds and tacklings? His statutes cancell'd, and his treasure spent: And, though unskilful, why not Ned and I

And yonder is the wolf, that makes this spoil: For once allow'd the skilful pilot's charge ?

You tight in justice: then, in God's name, lords, We will not from the helm, to sit and weep;

Be valiant, and give signal to the fight. But keep our course, though the rough wind

[Ereunt both Armies. say-no,


SCENE V. Another Part of the same. From shelves and rocks that threaten us with Alarums: Eccursions : and afterwards a Retreat. As good to chide the waves as speak them fair.

Then enter KING EDWARD, CLARENCE, GlosAnd what is Edward, but a ruthless sea ?

TER, and Forces; with QUEEN MARGARET, What Clarence, but a quicksand of deceit?

OXFORD, and SOMERSET, Prisoners.
And Richard, but a ragged fatal rock ?
All these the enemies to our poor bark.

K. Edw. Now, here a period of tumultuous

broils. Say, you can swim; alas, 'tis but a while : Tread on the sand; why, there you quickly sink : Away with Oxford to Hammes castle straight: Bestride the rock ; the tide will wash you off,

For Somerset, off with his guilty head. Or else you fanish, that's a threefold death.

Go, bear them hence; I will not hear them speak. This speak I, lords, to let you understand,

Oxf. For my part, I'll not trouble thée with

words. In case some one of you would fly from us, That there's no hop'd-for mercy with the bro

Som. Nor I, but stoop with patience to my thers,


fortune. [Eceunt Oxr. and Som. gardied. More than with ruthless waves, with sands, and

Q. Mar. So part we sadly, in this troublous Why, courage, then! what cannot be avoided, To meet with Joy in sweet Jerusalem. [world, "Twere childish weakness to lament, or fear.

K. Edw. Is proclamation made,-that who Prince. Methinks & woman of this valiant

finds Edward, spirit

Shall have a high reward, and he his life? Should, if a coward heard her speak these words,

Glo. It is : and lo, where youthful Edward Infuse his breast with magnanimity, And make him, naked, foil a man at arms,

Enter Soldiers with PBINCE EDWARD). I speak not this, as doubting any here:

K. Edw. Bring forth the gallant, let us hear For, did I but suspect a fearful man,

him speak: He should have leave to go away betimes; What, can so young a thorn begin to prick ? Lest, in our need, he might infect another, Edward, what satisfaction canst thou make, And make him of like spirit to himself. For bearing arms, for stirring up my subjects, If any such be here, as God forbid !

And all the trouble thou hast turn'd me to? Let him depart, before we nced his help. Prince. Speak like a subject, proud ambitious

Orf. Women and children of so high a courage! York! And warriors faint! why, 'twere perpetual Suppose, that I am now my father's mouth; shame.

Resign thy chair, and where I stand, kneel thon, (), brave young prince! thy famous grandfather Whilst I propose the self-same words to thee,

I Doth live again in thee; Long may'st thou live, Which, traitor, thou would'st have me answer to. To bear his

image, and renew his glories ! Q. Mar. Ah, that thy father had been so reSom. And he that will not fight for such a bope, Bolv'd!


Glo. That you might still have worn the petti- Q. Var. So come to you, and yours, as to this coat,


[Erit, led out forcibly. And ne'er have stol'n the breech from Lancaster. K, Edw. Where's Richard gone?

Prince. Let Æsop fable in a winter's night; Cla. To London, all in post; and, as I gless, His currish riddles sort not with this place, To make a bloody supper in the Tower. Glo. By heaven, brat, I'll plague you for that K. Edw. He's sudden, if a thing comes in his word. (men. head.

(sort Q. Mar. Ay, thou wast born to be a plague to Now march we hence : discharge the common Glo. For God's sake, take away this captive With pay and thanks, and let's away to London, scold.

[back rather. And see our gentle queen, how well she fares: Prince. Nay, take away this scolding crook. By this, I hope, she hath a son for me. (Ereun!. K. Edw. Peace, wilful boy, or I will charm SCENE VI. London. A Room in the Tower.

your tongue. Clar. Untutor d lad, thou art too malapert.

KING HENRY is discovered sitting with a Book in Prince. I know my duty, you are all undutiful:

his Hand, the Lieutenant attending. Enter Lascivious Edward,--and thou perjur'd George,

GLOSTER. And thou misshapen Dick, I tell ye all,

Glo. Good day, my lord ! What, at your book I am your better, traitors as ye are:

so hard ?

{say rather; And thou usurp'st my father's right, and mine. K. Hen. Ay, my good lord : My lord, I should K. Edw. Take that, the likeness of this railer 'Tis sin to flatter, good was little better: here.

(Stabs him. Good Gloster, and Good devil, were alike, Glo. Sprawl'st thou ? take that, to end thy And both preposterous; therefore, not good lord. agony.

[Gio. stabs him. Glo. Sirrah, leave us to ourselves : we must Clar. And there's for twitting me with per- confer.

[Exit Lieutenant. jury.

(CLAR. stabs him. K. Hen. So flies the reckless shepherd from Q. Mar. O, kill me too!

the wolf: Glo. Marry, and shall. [Offers to kill her. So first the harmless sheep doth yield his fleece, K. Edw. Hold, Richard, hold, for we have And next his throat unto the butcher's knife. --done too much.

(with words ? What scene of death hath Roscius now to act? Glo. Why should she live, to fill the world Glo. Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind; K. Edw. What! doth she swoon? use means The thief doth fear each bush an officer. (bushi, for her recovery.

[brother: K. Hen. The bird, that hath been limed in a Glo. Clarence, excuse me to the king my With trembliug wings misdoubteth every bush: I'll hence to London on a serious matter; And I, the hapless male to one sweet bird, Ere ye come there, be sure to hear some news. Have now the fatal object in my eye, Clar, What? what?

Where my poor young was lim'd, was caught, Glo. The Tower, the Tower!

and kill'd.

[Crete, Q. Var. 0, Ned, sweet Ned! speak to thy Glo. Why, what a peevish fool was that of mother, boy!

That taught his son the office of a fowl? Canst thou not speak?-Otraitors! murderers! And yet, for all his wings, the fool was drown'd. They, that stabb'd Cæsar, shed no blood at all, k. Hen. I Dedalus; my poor boy, Icarus ! Did not offend, nor were not worthy blame, Thy father, Minos, that denied our course : If this foul deed were by, to equal it.

The sun, that seard the wings of my sweet boy, He was a man; this, in respect, a child ; Thy brother Edward ; and thyself, the sea, And men ne'er spend their fury on a child. (it? Whose envious gulf did swallow up his life. What's worse than murderer, that I may name Ah, kill me with thy weapon, not with words! No, no; my heart will burst, an if I speak ;-- My breast can better brook thy dagger's point, And I will speak, that so my heart may burst.- Than can my ears that tragick history.-Butchers and villains, bloody cannibals ! But wherefore dost thon come? is't for my life? How sweet a plant have you untimely cropp'd ! Glo. Think'st thou I am an executioner? You have no children, butchers! if you had, K. Hen. A persecutor, I am sure thou art; The thought of them would have stirr'd up re- If murdering innocents be executing, But, if ever yon chance to have a child, (morse: Why, then thou art an executioner. Look in his youth to have him so cut off, Glo. Thy son I killed for his presumption. As, deathsmen! you have rid this sweet young K. Hrn. Hadst thou been kill'd, when first prince!


thou didst presume, K. Edw. Away with her; go bear her hence Thou hadet not liv'd to kill a son of mine. Q. Mar. Nay, never bear me heuce, despatch And thus I prophesy,—that many a thousand, me here;

[death: Which now mistrust no parcel of my fear; Here sheath thy sword, I'll pardon thee my And many an old man's sigh, and many a What! wilt thou not?--then, Clarence, do it

widow's, thon.

[ease. And many an orphan's water-standing eye.Clar. By heaven, I will not do thee so much Men for their sons, wives for their husbands' fate, Q. War. Good Clarence, do; sweet Clarence, And orphans for their parents' timeless death.--do thou do it.

(not do it? Shall rue the hour that ever thou wast born. Clar. Didst thou dot hear me swear, I would The owl shriek'd at thy birth, an evil sign;

Q. Mar. Ay, but thou usest to forswear thyself; The night crow cried, aboding luckless time: 'Twas sîn before, but now 'tis charity.

Dogs howl'd, and hideous tempests shook down What! wilt thou not? where is that devil's

trees : butcher,

(thou ? The raven rook'd her on the chimney's top, Hard-favour'd' Richard ? Richard, where art And chattering pies in dismal discord sung. Thou art not here: Murder is thy alms-deed: Thy mother felt more than a mother's pain, Petitioners for blood thou ne'er put'st back. And yet brought forth iess than a mother's hope; K. Edw. Away, I say; I charge ye, bear her To wit,- an indigest deformed lump, bence.

Not like the fruit of such a goodly tree.

Teeth hadst thou in thy hend, when thou wast | Repurchas’d with the blood of enemies. born,

What valiant foemen, like to autumn's corn, To signify,--thou cam'st to bite the world : Have we mow'd down in tops of all their pride ? And if the rest be true which I have heard, Three dukes of Somerset, ihreefold renown'd Thon cam’st

For hardy and undoubted champions : Glo. I'll hear no more ;-Die, prophet in thy Two Cliffords, as the father and the son, speech;

(Stabs him. And two Northumberlands; two braver men For this, amongst the rest, was I ordain'd. Ne'er spurr'd their coursers at the trumpet's K. Hen. Ay, and for much more slaughter sound : after this.

With them, the two brave bears, Warwick and O God! forgive my sins, and pardon thee!


[Dies. That in their chains fetter'd the kingly lion, Glo. What, will the aspiring blood of Lancaster And made the forest tremble when they roar'd. Sink in the ground ? I thought it would have Thus have we swept suspicion from our seat, mounted.

[death! And made our footstool of security.See, how my sword weeps for the poor king's Come hither, Bess, and let me kiss my boy :0, may such purple tears be always shed Young Ned, for thee, thine uncles, and myself, From those that wish the downfall of our

house ! Have in our armours watch'd the winter's night; If any spark of life be yet remaining, Went all afoot in summer's scalding heat, Down, down to hell; and say, I sent thee thither. That thou might'st repossess the crown in peace

[Stabs him again And of our labours thou shalt reap the gain. I that have neither pity, love, nor fear.- Glo. I'll blast his harvest, if your head were Indeed, 'tis true, that Henry told me of;

laid; For I have often heard my mother say, For yet I am not look'd on in the world. I came into the world with my legs forward : This shoulder was ordain'd so thick, to heave: Had I not reason, think ye, to make haste, And heave it shall some weight, or break my And seek their ruin that usurp'd our right?

back > The midwife wonder'd; and the women cried, Work thou the way,—and thou shalt execute. 0, Jesus bless us, he is born with teeth!

[Aside. And so I was ; which plainly signified

K. Edw. Clarence, and Gloster, love my That I should snarl, and bite, and play the dog. lovely queen : Then, since the heavens have shap'd my body so, And kiss your princely nephew, brothers both. Let hell make crook'd my mind to answer it. Cla. The duty, that I owe into your majesty, I have no brother, I am like no brother : I seal upon the lips of this sweet babe. And this word-love, which graybeards call K. Edw. Thanks, noble Clarence; worthy divine,

brother, thanks. (thou sprang'st, Be resident in men like one another,

Glo. And, that I love the tree from whence And not in me; I am myself alone.

Witness the loving kiss I give the fruit:Clarence, beware; thon keep'st me from the To say the truth, so Judas kiss'd his But I will sort a pitchy day for thee: (light; master;

[-all harm. Aside. For I will buz abroad such prophesies,

And cried-all hail! whep as he meant That Edward shall be fearful of his life; K. Edw. Now am I seated as my soul delights, And then, to purge his fear, I'll be thy death. Having my country's peace, and brothers' loves. King Henry, and the prince his son, are gone; Clar. What will your grace have done with Clarence, thy turn is next, and then the rest : Margaret? Counting myself but bad, till I be best.- Reignier, her father, to the king of France I'll throw thy body in another room,

Hath pawn'd the Sicils and Jerusalem, And triumph, Henry, in thy day of doom. [Exit. And hither have they sent it for her ransom. SCENE VII. The same. A Room in the Palace..

K. Edw. Away with her, and waft her hence

to France. KING Edward is discovered sitting on his Throne; And now what rests, but that we spend the

[time QUEEN ELIZABETH with the infant Prince CLA- With stately triumphs, mirthful comick shows, RENCE, GLOSTER, HASTings, and Others, near Such as befit the pleasures of the court?him.

Sound, drums and trumpets!—farewell, sour K. Edw. Once more we sit in England's royal annoy! throne,

For here, I hope, begins our lasting joy. (Exeunt.

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Persons Represented. KING EDWARD THE FOURTH.


LORD STANLEY. LORD LOVEL. tercards King Edward Ý. Sons to the King. Sir THOMAS VAUGHAN. Sır RICHARD RATCLIFF RICHARD, Duke of York,



Brothers to the King. CHRISTOPHER URSWICK, a Priest. Another Priest.

Sir RoseRT BRAKENBURY,Lieutenant of the Tower, afterwards King Richard III.

Lord Mayor of London. Sheriff of Wiltshire. A young Son of Clarence.

ELIZABETH, Queen of King Edward IV. HENRY, Earlof Richmond, afterwardsKing Henry MARGARET, Widow of King Henry VI. VII.

DUCHESS OF YORK, Mother to King Edward IV. CARDINAL BOURCHIER, Archbishop of Canter- Clarence, and Gloster. bury

LADY ANNE, Widow of Edward, Prince of Wales. Thomas ROTHEBAM, Archbishop of York. Son to King Henry VI.; afterwards married to John Morton, Bishop of Ely.

the Duke of Gloster. DUKE OF BUCKINGHAM.

A young Daughter of Clarence. DUKE OF NORFOLK : EARL OF SURREY, his Son. Lords, and other Attendants, tvro Gentlemen, a EARL RIVERS, Brother to King Edward's Queen. Pursuivant, Scrivener, Citizens, Murderers, MARQUIS OF Dorset, and LORD Grey, her Sons. Messengers, Ghosts, Soldiers, déc.


And descant on mine own deformity;
And therefore, -since I cannot prove a lover,

To entertain these fair well spoken days,-
SCENE I. London. A Street.

I am determined to prove a villain,

And hate the idle pleasures of these days. Glo. Now is the winter of our discontent

Plots have I laid, inductions dangerous, Made glorious summer by this sun of York;

By drunken prophecies, libels, and dreams, And all the clonds, that lourd upon our house, To set my brother Clarence, and the king, In the deep bosom of the ocean buried.

In deadly hate the one against the other: Now are our brows bound with victorious And, if King Edward be as true and just, wreaths;

As I am subtle, false, and treacherous, Our bruised arms hung up for monuments;

This day should Clarence closely be mew'd up; Our stern alarums chang'd to merry meetings, About a prophecy, which says that G Our dreadful marches to delightful measures.

Of Edward's heirs the murderer shall be. Grim-visag'd war hath smooth'd his wrinkled Dive, thoughts, down to my soul! here Clarence front;

comes. And now,- instead of mounting barbed steeds, Enter CLARENCE, guarded, and BRAKENBURY. To fright the souls of fearful adversaries,- Brother, good day: What means this armed He capers nimbly in a lady's chamber, That waits upon your grace ? (guard, To the lascivious pleasing of a lute.


His majesty, But 1,--that am not shap'd for sportive tricks, Tendering my person's safety, hath appointed Nor made to court an amorous looking-glass : This conduct to convey me to the Tower. I, that am rudely stamp'd, and want love's ma- Glo. Upon what cause ? jesty,

Clar. Because my name is-George. To strut before a wanton ambling riymph; Glo. Alack, my lord, that fault is none of yours; I, that am curtail'd of this fair proportion, He should, for that,commit your godfathers:Cheated of feature by dissembling nature, O, belike, his majesty hath some intent, Deform'd, unfinish'd, sent before my time That you shall be new christend in the Tower. Into this breathing world, scarce hálf made up, But what's the matter, Clarence? may I know? And that so lamely and unfashionable,

Clar. Yea, Richard, when I know; for, I proThat dogs bark at me, as I halt by them;- As yet I do not : But, as I can learn, (test, Why I, in this weak piping time of peace, He hearkens after prophecies and dreams: Have no delight to pass away the time; And from the cross-row plucks the letter G, Unless to spy my shadow in the sun, And says-, wizard told him, that by G

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