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SCENE VII. – Before York.

Mont. Then fare you well, for I will hence again ; ·

I came to serve a king and not a duke,
Enter King Edward, Gloster, Hastings, and Drummer, strike up, and let us march away.
Forces.

(A March begun. K. Edw. Now, brother Richard, lord Hastings, K. Edw. Nay, stay, sir John, a while ; and we'll and the rest ;

debate, Yet thus far fortune maketh us amends,

By what safe means the crown may be recover'd. that once more I shall interchange Mont. What, talk you of debating ? in few words, My waned state for Henry's regal crown.

If you'll not here proclaim yourself our king, Well have we pass'd, and now repass'd the seas, I'll leave you to your fortune; and be gone, And brought desired help from Burgundy; To keep them back that come to succour you: What then remains, we being thus arriv'd

Why should we fight, if you pretend no title? From Ravenspurg haven before the gates of York, Glo. Why, brother, wherefore stand you on nice But that we enter, as into our dukedom ?

points ? Glo. The gates made fast!— Brother, I like not this; K. Edw. When we grow stronger, then we'll make For many men, that stumble at the threshold,

our claim : Are well foretold that danger lurks within. Till then, 'tis wisdom to conceal our meaning. K. Edw. Tush, man! abodements must not now Hast. Away with scrupulous wit! now arms affright us;

must rule. By fair or foul means we must enter in,

Glo. And fearless minds climb soonestunto For hither will our friends repair to us. Hast. My liege, I'll knock once more to summon Brother, we will proclaim you out of hand; them.

The bruit 8 thereof will bring you many friends.

K. Edw. Then be it as you will; for 'tis my right, Enter, on the Walls, the Mayor of York, and his And Henry but usurps the diadem. Brethren.

Mont. Ay, now my sovereign speaketh like himMay. My lords, we were forewarned of your

self; coming,

And now will I be Edward's champion. And shut the gates for safety of ourselves;

Hast. Sound, trumpet; Edward shall be here For now we owe allegiance unto Henry.

proclaim'd : K. Edw. But, master mayor, if Henry be your king, Come, fellow-soldier, make thou proclamation. Yet Edward, at the least, is duke of York.

[Gives him a paper.

Flourish. May. True, my good lord; I know you for no less. Sold. [ Reads.] Edward the Fourth, by the grace K. Edw. Why, and I challenge nothing but my of God, king of England and France, and lord of dukedom;

Ireland, &c. As being well content with that alone.

Mont. And whosoe'er gain says king Edward's Glo. But when the fox hath once got in his nose,

right, He'll soon find means to make the body follow. [ Aside. By this I challenge him to single fight, Hast. Why, master mayor, why stand you in a

[Throws down his Gauntlet, doubt?

All. Long live Edward the Fourth !
Open the gates, we are king Henry's friends. K. Edw. Thanks, brave Montgomery;

- and May. Ay, say you so ? the gates shall then be

thanks unto you all. open'd.

(Ereunt from above. If fortune serve me, I'll requite this kindness. Glo. A wise stout captain, and persuaded soon! | Now for this night, let's harbour here in York: Hast. The good old man would fain that all were | And, when the morning sun shall raise his car well,

Above the border of this horizon, So 'twere not 'long of him: but, being enter’d, We'll forward towards Warwick, and his mates ; I doubt not, I, but we shall soon persuade

For, well I wot", that Henry is no soldier. Both him and all his brothers unto reason.

Ah, froward Clarence! -- how evil it beseems thee,

To flatter Henry, and forsake thy brother! Re-enter the Mayor and two Aldermen, below.

Yet, as we may, we'll meet both thee and Warwick. K. Edw. So, master mayor: these gates must not Come on, brave soldiers ; doubt not of the day; be shut,

And, that once gotten, doubt not of large pay. But in the night or in the time of war.

[Ereunt. What! fear not, man, but yield me up the keys;

( Takes his keys. SCENE VIII. - London. A Room in the Palace. For Edward will defend the town and thee, And all those friends that deign to follow me.

Enter King HENRY, WARWICK, CLARENCE,

MONTAGUE, EXETER, and OxfORD. Drum. Enter MontgOMERY, and Forces, marching.

War. What counsel, lords ? Edward from Belgia, Glo. Brother, this is sir John Montgomery, With hasty Germans, and blunt Hollanders, Our trusty friend, unless I be deceiv'd.

Hath pass'd in safety through the narrow seas, K. Edw. Welcome, sir John! But why come And with his troops doth march amain to London; you in arms?

And many giddy people flock to him. Mont. To help king Edward in his time of storm, Orf. Let's levy men, and beat bim back again. As every loyal subject ought to do.

Clar. A little fire is quickly trodden out; K. Edw. Thanks, good Montgomery: But we which, being suffer'd, rivers cannot quench. now forget

War. In Warwickshire I have true-hearted friends, Our title to the crown; and only claim

Not mutinous in peace, yet bold in war; Our dukedom, till Heaven please to send the rest.

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KING HENRY VI.

Act V. Scene I.

Those will I muster up — and thou, son Clarence, I have not stopp'd mine ears to their demands,
Shalt stir, in Suffolk, Norfolk, and in Kent, Nor posted off their suits with slow delays;
The knights and gentlemen to come with thee : My pity hath been balm to heal their wounds,
Thou, brother Montague, in Buckingham, My mildness hath allay'd their swelling griefs,
Northampton, and in Leicestershire, shalt find My mercy dry'd their water-flowing tears :
Men well inclin'd to hear what thou command'st:- I have not been desirous of their wealth,
And thou, brave Oxford, wondrous well belov'd, Nor much oppress'd them with great subsidies,
In Oxfordshire shall muster up thy friends. Nor forward of revenge, though they much err d;
My sovereign, with the loving citizens,

Then why should they love Edward more than me?
Like to his island, girt in with the ocean,

No, Exeter, these graces challenge grace:
Shall rest in London, till we come to him.

And, when the lion fawns upon the lamb,
Fair lords, take leave, and stand not to reply. – The lamb will never cease to follow him.
Farewell, my sovereign.

[Shout within. A Lancaster ! A Lancaster !
K. Hen. Farewell, my Hector, and my Troy's Exe. Hark, hark, my lord! what shouts are
true hope.

these?
Cla. In sign of truth, I kiss your highness' hand.
K. Hen. Well-minded Clarence, be thou fortunate!

Enter King EDWARD, GLOSTER, and Soldiers. Mont. Comfort, my lord ; — and so I take my K. Edw. Seize on the shame-fac'd Henry, bear leave.

him hence,
Orf. And thus [Kissing Henry's hand.] I seal And once again proclaim us king of England.
my truth, and bid adieu.

You are the fount, that makes small brooks to flow;
K. Hen. Sweet Oxford, and my loving Montague, Now stops thy spring; my sea shall suck them dry,
And all at once, once more a happy farewell. And swell so much the higher by their ebb.
War. Farewell, sweet lords ; let's meet at Co- Hence with him to the Tower; let him not speak.
ventry.

[Ereunt some with King HENRY.
[Ereunt War., CLAR., Oxf., and Mont. And, lords, towards Coventry bend we our course,
K. Hen. Here at the palace will I rest a while. Where peremptory Warwick now remains :
Cousin of Exeter, what thinks your lordship? The sun shines hot, and, if we use delay,
Methinks, the power that Edward hath in field, Cold biting winter mars our hop'd-for hay.
Should not be able to encounter mine.

Glo. Away betimes, before his forces join,
Ere. The doubt is, that he will seduce the rest. And take the great-grown traitor unawares ;
K. Hen. That's not my fear, my meed 1 hath got | Brave warriors, march amain towards Coventry.
me fame.

[Exeunt.

ACT V.

SCENE I. Coventry.

Glo. See, how the surly Warwick mans the wall. Enter, upon the Walls, Warwick, the Mayor of where slept our scouts, or how are they seduc'd,

War. O, unbid spite! is sportful Edward come ?
Coventry, two Messengers, and others.

That we could hear no news of his repair ?
War. Where is the post that came from valiant K. Edw. Now, Warwick, wilt thou ope the city
Oxford ?

gates,
How far hence is thy lord, mine honest fellow?

Speak gentle words, and humbly bend thy knee? Mess. By this at Dunsmore, marching hither- Call Edward — king, and at his hands beg mercy, ward.

And he shall pardon thee these outrages.
War. How far off is our brother Montague ? War. Nay, rather wilt thou draw thy forces hence,
Where is the post that came from Montague ? Confess who set thee up and pluck'd thee down?
2 Mess. By this at Daintry, with a puissant troop. Call Warwick — patron, and be penitent,
Enter Sir John SOMERVILLE.

And thou shalt still remain the duke of York.
War. Say, Somerville, what says my loving son?

Glo. I thought, at least, he would have said

the king ;
And, by the guess, how nigh is Clarence now?
Som. At Southam I did leave him with his forces, Or did he make the jest against his will ?

War. Is not a dukedom, sir, a goodly gift?
And do expect him here some two hours hence.

[Drum heard.

Glo. Ay, by my faith, for a poor earl to give; War. Then Clarence is at hand, I hear his drum. I'll do thee service for so good a gift.

War. 'Twas I, that gave the kingdom to thy
Som. It is not his my lord; here Southam lies;

brother.
The drum your honour hears, marcheth from War-
wick.

K. Edw. Why, then, 'tis mine, if but by Warwick's
War. Who should that be? belike, unlook'd-for

gift.

War. Thou art no Atlas for so great a weight: friends. Som. They are at hand, and you shall quickly And Henry is my king, Warwick his subject.

And, weakling, Warwick takes his gift again; know.

K. Edw. But Warwick's king is Edward's pri
Drums. Enter King EDWARD, Gloster, and
Forces, marching.

And gallant Warwick, do but answer this,
K Edw. Go, trumpet, to the walls, and sound a What is the body, when the head is off?
parle.

Glo. Alas, that Warwick had no more forecast, i Merit.

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The king was slily finger'd from the deck ! ? To plague thee for thy foul misleading me,
You left poor Henry at the bishop's palace, And so, proud-hearted Warwick, I defy thee,
And, ten to one, you'll meet him in the Tower. And to my brother turn my blushing cheeks.

K. Edw. 'Tis even so; yet you are Warwick still. Pardon me, Edward, I will make amends ;
Glo. Come, Warwick, take the time, kneel down, And, Richard, do not frown upon my faults,
kneel down :

For I will henceforth be no more unconstant. Nay, when ? strike now, or else the iron cools. K. Edw. Now welcome more, and ten times more War. I had rather chop this hand off at a blow,

belov’d, And with the other fling it at thy face,

Than if thou never hadst deserv'd our bate. Than bear so low a sail, to strike to thee.

Glo. Welcome, good Clarence; this is brother-like. K. Edw. Sail how thou canst, bave wind and tide War. O passing 4 traitor, perjur'd, and unjust! thy friend;

K. Edw. What, Warwick, wilt thou leave the This hand, fast wound about thy coal-black hair,

town, and fight? Shall, whiles the head is warm, and new cut off,

Or shall we beat the stones about thine ears? Write in the dust this sentence with thy blood, War. Alas, I am not coop'd here for defence : Wind-changing Warwick now can change no more.

I will away towards Barnet presently,

And bid thee battle, Edward, if thou dar'st. Enler OXFORD, with Drum and Colours.

K. Edw. Yes, Warwick, Edward dares, and leads War. O cheerful colours ! see where Oxford

the way : comes !

Lords, to the field; saint George, and victory. Oxf. Oxford, Oxford, for Lancaster!

[March. Exeunt. (Oxford and his Forces enter the City. Glo. The gates are open, let us enter too.

SCENE II. – A Field of Battle near Barnet. K. Edw. So other foes may set upon our backs :

Alarums and Excursions. Enter King EDWARD, Stand we in good array; for they, no doubt,

bringing in WARWICK wounded. Will issue out again, and bid us battle: If not, the city, being but of small defence,

K. Edw. So, lie thou there: die thou, and die our We'll quickly rouse the traitors in the same.

fear; War. O, welcome, Oxford! for we want thy help. For Warwick was a bug 5 that fear'd 6 us all.

Now, Montague, sit fast; I seek for thee, Enter Montague, with Drum and Colours. That Warwick's bones may keep thine company. Mont. Montague, Montague, for Lancaster!

[Exi. [He and his Forces enter the City. War. Ah, who is nigh? come to me friend, or foe, Glo. Thou and thy brother both shall buy this And tell me, who is victor, York, or Warwick ? treason

Why ask I that? my mangled body shows, Even with the dearest blood your bodies bear. My blood, my want of strength, my sick heart shows,

K. Edw. The harder match’d, the greater victory; | That I must yield my body to the earth, My mind presageth happy gain, and conquest. And, by my fall, the conquest to my foe.

Thus yields the cedar to the axe's edge, Enter SOMERSET, with Drum and Colours.

Whose arms gave shelter to the princely eagle, Som. Somerset, Somerset, for Lancaster! Under whose shade the ramping lion slept ;

[He and his Forces enter the City. | Whose top-branch overpeer'd Jove's spreading tree, Glo. Two of thy name, both Dukes of Somerset, And kept low shrubs from winter's powerful wind. Have sold their lives unto the house of York ; These eyes that now are dimm'd with death's black And thou shalt be the third, if this sword hold.

veil,

Have been as piercing as the mid-day sun, Enter CLARENCE, with Drum and Colours.

To search the secret treasons of the world : War. And lo, where George of Clarence sweeps The wrinkles in my brows, now fill'd with blood, along,

Were liken'd oft to kingly sepulchres ; Of force enough to bid his brother battle ;

For who liv'd king, but I could dig his grave ? With whom an upright zeal to right prevails,

And who durst smile, when Warwick bent his brow? More than the nature of a brother's love :

Lo, now my glory smear'd in dust and blood! Come, Clarence, come; thou wilt, if Warwick calls. My parks, my walks, my manors that I had, Clar. Father of Warwick, know you what this Even now forsake me: and, of all my lands,

means? [Taking the red Rose out of his Cap. Is nothing left me, but my body's length! Look here, I throw my infamy at thee :

Why, what is pomp, rule, reign, but earth and dust? I will not ruinate my father's house,

And, live we how we can, yet die we must.
Who gave his blood to lime the stones together,
And set up Lancaster. Why, trow'st thou, Warwick,

Enter OXFORD and SOMERSET.
That Clarence is so harsh, so blunt, unnatural, Som. Ah, Warwick, Warwick! wert thou as we are,
To bend the fatal instruments of war

We might recover all our loss again! Against his brother, and his lawful king ?

The queen from France hath brought a puissant Perhaps, thou wilt object my holy oath :

power ; so keep that oath, were more impiety.

Even now we heard the news: Ah, couldst thou fly! I am so sorry for my trespass made,

War. Why, then I would not fly.—Ah, Montague, That to deserve well at my brother's hands, If thou be there, sweet brother, take my hand, I here proclaim myself thy mortal foe;

And with thy lips keep in my soul a while ! With resolution, wheresoe'er I meet thee,

Thou lov'st me not; for, brother, if thou didst, (As I will meet thee, if thou stir abroad,)

Thy tears would wash this cold congealed blood, ? A pack of cards was formerly termed a deck of cards.

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That glues my lips, and will not let me speak. For once allow'd the skilful pilot's charge?
Come quickly, Montague, or I am dead.

We will not from the helm, to sit and weep;
Som. Ah, Warwick, Montague hath breath'd his last; Butkeep our course, though the rough wind say—110,
And to the latest gasp, cried out for Warwick, From shelves and rocks that threaten us with wreck.
And said Commend me to my valiant brother. As good to chide the waves as speak them fair.
And inore he would have said; and more he spoke, And what is Edward, but a ruthless sea ?
Which sounded like a cannon in a vault,

What Clarence, but a quicksand of deceit ?
That might not be distinguish'd; but at last, And Richard, but a ragged fatal rock ?
I well might hear deliver'd with a groan,

All these the enemies to our poor bark.
O, farewell, Warwick !

Say, you can swim ; alas, 'tis but a while ; War.

Sweet rest to his soul! - Tread on the sand; why there you quickly sink : Fly, lords, and save yourselves : for Warwick bids | Bestride the rock ; the tide will wash you off, You all farewell, to meet again in heaven. (Dies. Or else you famish, that's a threefold death. Oxf. Away, away, to meet the queen's great power. This speak I, lords, to let you understand, (Exeunt, bearing of Warwick's Body. In case some one of you would fly from us,

That there's no hop'd-for mercy with the brothers, SCENE III. Another Part of the Field.

More than with ruthless waves, with sands, and rocks. Flourish. Enter King Edward in triumph; with Why, courage, then! what cannot be avoided, CLARENCE, GLOSTER, and the rest.

"Twere childish weakness to lament or fear. K. Edw. Thus far our fortune keeps an upward Should, if a coward heard her speak these words,

Prince. Methinks, a woman of this valiant spirit course,

Infuse his breast with And we are grac'd with wreaths of victory.

magnanimity, But in the midst of this bright-shining day,

And make him, naked, foil a man at arms. I spy a black, suspicious, threat'ning cloud,

I speak not this as doubting any here : That will encounter with our glorious sun,

For, did I but suspect a fearful man, Ere he attain his easeful western bed :

He should have leave to go away betimes; I mean, my lords, – those powers that the queen

Lest, in our need, he might infect another Hath rais'd in Gallia, have arriv'd our coast,

And make him of like spirit to himself, And, as we hear, march on to fight with us.

If any such be here, as heaven forbid ! Clar. A little gale will soon disperse that cloud, Let himn depart, before we need his help. And blow it to the source from whence it came :

Oxf. Women and children of so high a courage ! Thy very beams will dry those vapours up ;

And warriors faint! why, 'twere perpetual shame.For every cloud engenders not a storm.

O, brave young prince! thy famous grandfather Glo. The queen is valued thirty thousand strong.

Doth live again in thee; Long mayst thou live, And Somerset, with Oxford, fled to her;

To bear his image, and renew his glories ! If she have time to breathe, be well assur’d,

Som. And he, that will not fight for such a hope, Her faction will be full as strong as ours.

Go home to bed, and, like the owl by day, K. Edw. We are advertis'd by our loving friends, If he arise, be mock'd and wonder'd at. That they do hold their course towards Tewksbury;

Q. Mar. Thanks, gentle Somerset ;

sweet OxWe, having now the best at Barnet field,

ford, thanks. Will thither straight, for willingness rids way;

Prince. And take his thanks, that yet hath nothing

else, And, as we march, our strength will be augmented In every county as we go along.

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

(Ereunt. Ready to fight; therefore be resolute. 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 for

wardness. Q. Mar. Great lords, wise men ne'er sit and wail their loss,

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

budge. What though the mast be now blown over-board, March. Enter, at a distance, King EDWARD, The cable broke, the holding anchor lost,

CLARENCE, Gloster, and Forces. And half our sailors swallow'd in the flood ?

K. Edw. Brave followers, yonder stands the Yet lives our pilot still: Is't meet that he

thorny wood, Should leave the helm, and, like a fearful lad, Which, by the heaven's assistance, and your strength, 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 much; I need not add more fuel to your fire, Whiles, in his moan, the ship splits on the rock, For, well I wot?, ye blaze to burn them out : Which industry and courage might have sav'd ? Give signal to the fight, and to it, lords. Ah, what a shame! ah, what a fault were this! Q. Mar. Lords, knights, and gentlemen, what I Say, Warwick was our anchor; What of that ? And Montague our top-mast; What of him? My tears gainsay; for every word I speak, Our slaughter'd friends the tackles; What of these? | Ye see, I drink the water of mine eyes. Why, is not Oxford here another anchor ?

Therefore, no more but this: – Henry, your soreAnd Somerset another goodly mast;

reign, The friends of France our shrouds and tacklings? Is prisoner to the foe; his state usurp'd, And, though unskilful, why not Ned and I

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His realm a slaugliter-house, his subjects slain, Did not offend, nor were not worthy blame,
His statutes cancell’d, and his treasure spent; If this foul deed were by, to equal it.
And yonder is the wolf that makes this spoil. He was a man: this, in respect, a child ;
You fight in justice : then, in God's name, lords, And men ne'er spend their fury on a child.
Be valiant, and give signal to the fight.

What's worse than murderer, that I may name it? (Ereunt, both Armies. No, no; my heart will burst, an if I speak SCENE V. - Another Part of the same.

And I will speak, that so my heart may burst. —

Butchers and villains, bloody cannibals! Alarums : Excursions : and afterwards a Retreat. How sweet a plant have you untimely cropp'd !

Then enter King EdwARD, CLARENCE, GLOSTER, You have no children, butchers! if you had, and Forces ; with Queen Margaret, Oxford, The thought of them would have stirr'd up remorse : and SOMERSET, Prisoners.

But, if you ever chance to have a child, K. Edw. Now, here a period of tumultuous broils. Look in his youth to have him so cut off, Away with Oxford to Hammes' castle 8 straight : As, deathsmen! you have rid this sweet young prince! For Somerset, off with his guilty head.

K. Edw. Away with her; go bear her hence perGo, bear them hence; I will not hear them speak.

force. Oxf: For my part, I'll not trouble thee with words.

Q. Mar. Nay, never bear me hence, despatch me Som. Nor I; but stoop with patience to my fortune.

[Ereunt Oxford and Somerset, guarded. Here sheath thy sword, I'll pardon thee my death : Q. Mar. So part we sadly in this troublous world, What! wilt thou not ? — then, Clarence, do it thou. To meet with joy in sweet Jerusalem.

Clar. By heaven, I will not do thee so much ease. K. Edw. Is proclamation made, — that, who finds

Q. Mar. Good Clarence, do ; sweet Clarence, do Edward,

thou do it. Shall have a high reward, and he his life?

Clar. Didst thou not hear me swear, I would not Glo. It is : and, lo, where youthful Edward comes.

do it? Enter Soldiers, with PRINCE EDWARD.

Q. Mar. Ay, but thou usest to forswear thyself; K. Edw. Bring forth the gallant, let us hear him 'Twas sin before 9, but now 'tis charity. speak :

What! wilt thou not? where is that devil's butcher, What! can so young a thorn begin to prick ?

Ilard-favour'd Richard ? Richard, where art thou ? Edward, what satisfaction canst thou make, Thou art not here: Murder is thy alms-deed; For bearing arms, for stirring up my subjects,

Petitioners for blood thou ne'er put'st back. And all the trouble thou hast turn'd me to?

K. Edw. Away, I say; I charge ye bear her hence.

I Prince. Speak like a subject, proud ambitious York! Q. Mar. So come to you, and yours, as to this Suppose that I am now my father's mouth;

prince!

[Exit, led out forcibly. Resign thy chair, and, where I stand, kneel thou, K. Edw. Where's Richard gone? Whilst I propose the self-same words to thee, Clar. To London all in post; and, as I guess, Which, traitor, thou wouldst have me answer to.

To make a bloody supper

the Tower. Q. Mar. Ah, that thy father had been so resolv'd! K. Edw. He's sudden, if a thing comes in his head. K. Edw. Peace, wilful boy, or I will charm your Now march we hence : discharge the common sort tongue.

With pay and thanks, and let's away to London, Clar. Untutor'd lad, thou art too malapert. And see our gentle queen how well she fares;

Prince. I know my duty; you are all undutiful; . By this, I hope, she hath a son for me. (Ereunt. Lascivious Edward, — and thou perjur'd George,

SCENE VI. - London. A Room in the Tower. And thou mis-shapen Dick, - I tell ye all, I am your better, traitors as ye are;

King Henry is discovered sitting with a Book in his And thou usurp'st my father's right and mine. Hand, the Lieutenant attending. Enter Gloster. K. Edw. Take that, the likeness of this railer here. Glo. Good day, my lord! What, at your book so

(Slabs him.

hard ? Glo. Sprawl'st thou ? take that, to end thy agony. K. Hen. Ay, my good lord : My lord, I should

(Glo. slabs him.

say rather; Clar. And there's for twitting me with perjury. 'Tis sin to fatter, good was little better;

(Clar. stabs him. Good Gloster, and good devil, were alike, Q. Mar. O, kill me too !

And both preposterous; therefore, not good lord. Glo. Marry, and shall. [Offers to kill her.

Glo. Sirrah, leave us to ourselves : we must confer. K. Edw. Hold, Richard, hold, for we have done

[Erit Lieutenant. too much.

K. Hen. So flies the reckless shepherd from the Glo. Why should she live, to fill the world with

wolf: words?

So first the harmless sheep doth yield his fleece, K. Edw. What! doth she swoon ? use means for And next his throat unto the butcher's knife. her recovery.

What scene of death hath Roscius now to act ? Glo. Clarence, excuse me to the king my brother :

Glo. Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind; I'll hence to London on a serious matter:

The thief doth fear each bush an officer. Ere ye come there, be sure to hear some news. K. Hen. The bird, that bath been limed in a bush, Clar. What? what ?

With trembling wings misdoubteth' every bush:

1 Glo. The Tower, the Tower!

[Exit. And I, the hapless male to one sweet bird, Q. Mar. 0, Ned, sweet Ned ! speak to thy mother, Have now the fatal object in my eye, boy!

Where my poor young was lim’d, was caught, and Canst thou not speak ? . O traitors! murderers!

kill'd. They, that stabb'd Cæsar, shed no blood at all,

9 She alludes to the desertion of Clarence. & A castle in Picardy.

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