And wrap our bodies in black mourning gowns,
Numb'ring our Ave-Maries with our beads?
Or shall we on the helmets of our foes
Tell our devotion with revengeful arms?
If for the last, say-Ay, and to it, lords.

WAR. Why, therefore Warwick came to seek
you out;

And therefore comes my brother Montague.
Attend me, lords. The proud insulting queen,
With Clifford, and the haught Northumberland,'
And of their feather, many more proud birds,
Have wrought the easy-melting king like wax.
He swore consent to your succession,
His oath enrolled in the parliament;
And now to London all the crew are gone,
To frustrate both his oath, and what beside
May make against the house of Lancaster.
Their power, I think, is thirty thousand strong:'

7 haught Northumberland,] So, Grafton in his Chronicle says, p. 417: " the lord Henry Percy, whom the Scottes for his haut and valiant courage called sir Henry Hotspurre." PERCY.

The word is common to many writers. So, in Marlowe's King Edward II. 1598 :

"This haught resolve becomes your majesty." Again, in Kyd's Cornelia, 1594:

"Pompey, that second Mars, whose haught renown," &c. Again, in Lyly's Woman in the Moon, 1597:

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Thy mind as haught as Jupiter's high thoughts."

STEEVENS.

the easy-melting king like wax.] So again, in this play, of the Lady Grey:

"As red as fire; nay, then her wax must melt.”

JOHNSON.

9 is thirty thousand strong:] Thus the folio. The old play reads

"Their power, I guess them fiftie thousand strong." A little lower the same piece has eight and forty thousand. MALONE.

Now, if the help of Norfolk, and myself,
With all the friends that thou, brave earl of March,
Amongst the loving Welshmen canst procure,
• Will but amount to five and twenty thousand,
Why, Via! to London will we march amain;
And once again bestride our foaming steeds,
• And once again cry-Charge upon our foes!
But never once again turn back, and fly.

RICH. Ay, now, methinks, I hear great Warwick
speak:

Ne'er may he live to see a sunshine day,

That cries-Retire, if Warwick bid him stay. EDW. Lord Warwick, on thy shoulder will I

lean;

' And when thou fall'st, (as God forbid the hour!) Must Edward fall, which peril heaven forefend!

WAR. No longer earl of March, but duke of York;

The next degree is, England's royal throne: For king of England shalt thou be proclaim'd In every borough as we pass along;

And he that throws 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 sound the trumpets, and about our task. * RICH. Then, Clifford, were thy heart as hard as steel,

* (As thou hast shown it-flinty by thy deeds,) * I come to pierce it, or to give thee mine.

* EDW. Then strike up, drums ;-God, and Saint George, for us!

Enter a Messenger.

WAR. How now? what news?

MESS. The duke of Norfolk sends you word by

me,

The queen is coming with a puissant host ; And craves your company for speedy counsel. 'WAR. Why then it sorts,' brave warriors: Let's [Exeunt.

away.

SCENE II.

Before York.

Enter King HENRY, Queen MARGARET, the Prince of Wales, CLIFFORD, and NORTHUMBERLAND, with Forces.

Q. MAR. Welcome, my lord, to this brave town of York.

Yonder's the head of that arch-enemy, That sought to be encompass'd with your crown: • Doth not the object cheer your heart, my lord? 'K. HEN. Ay, as the rocks cheer them that fear their wreck;

To see this sight, it irks my very soul.Withhold revenge, dear God! 'tis not my fault, Not wittingly have I infring'd my vow.

Why then it sorts,] Why then things are as they should be.
JOHNSON.

So, in Greene's Card of Fancy, 1608: "thy love shall sort to such happy success as thou thyself dost seek for."

STEEVENS.

CLIF. My gracious liege, this too much lenity And harmful pity, must be laid aside. To whom do lions cast their gentle looks? Not to the beast that would usurp their den. Whose hand is that, the forest bear doth lick? Not his, that spoils her young before her face. Who 'scapes the lurking serpent's mortal sting? Not he, that sets his foot upon her back. The smallest worm will turn, being trodden on; And doves will peck, in safeguard2 of their brood. Ambitious York did level at thy crown,

Thou smiling, while he knit his angry brows:
He, but a duke, would have his son a king,
And raise his issue, like a loving sire;
Thou, being a king, bless'd with a goodly son,
Didst yield consent to disinherit him,

Which argued thee a most unloving father.3
Unreasonable creatures feed their young:
And though man's face be fearful to their eyes,
Yet, in protection of their tender ones,

Who hath not seen them (even with those wings 'Which sometime they have us'd with fearful flight,)

Make war with him that climb'd unto their nest,
Offering their own lives in their young's defence?
For shame, my liege, make them your precedent!
Were it not pity that this goodly boy

Should lose his birthright by his father's fault;
And long hereafter say unto his child,-
What my great-grandfather and grandsire got,
My careless father fondly gave away?

rescue.

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in safeguard-] Thus the folio. The quartos read in STEEVENS.

unloving father.] The quartos read unnatural father. STEEVENS.

-fondly] i. e. foolishly. So, in King Richard II:

Ah, what a shame were this! Look on the boy; And let his manly face, which promiseth Successful fortune, steel thy melting heart,

To hold thine own, and leave thine own with him. K. HEN. Full well hath Clifford play'd the orator,

Inferring arguments of mighty force.

But, Clifford, tell me, didst thou never hear,That things ill got had ever bad success?5 And happy always was it for that son,

Whose father for his hoarding went to hell? I'll leave my son my virtuous deeds behind; And 'would, my father had left me no more! For all the rest is held at such a rate, 'As brings a thousand-fold more care to keep, Than in possession any jot of pleasure." Ah, cousin York! 'would thy best friends did know, 'How it doth grieve me that thy head is here! 'Q. MAR. My lord, cheer up your spirits; our foes are nigh,

' And this soft courage makes your followers faint. 'You promis'd knighthood to our forward son;

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sorrow and grief of heart

"Makes him speak fondly-." STEEVENS.

didst thou never hear,

That things ill got had ever bad success? &c.] The proverb quoted by his majesty on this occasion, seems to militate directly against his own argument, and shows that things ill got might have good success. M. MASON.

"Whose father &c.] Alluding to a common proverb: Happy the child whose father went to the devil.”

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JOHNSON.

7 Than in possession any jot of pleasure.] Thus the folio. The quarto thus:

"Than may the present profit countervaile."

STEEVENS.