2 Soul. Ile beare thee hence & let them fight that wil, For I haue murdered where I should not kill. [Exit with his sonne. K Hen. Weepe wretched man, Ile lay thee teare for tear, Here sits a king as woe begone as thee. Alarmes and enter the Queene. Queen. Awaie my Lord to Barwicke presentlie, The daie is lost, ur friends are murdered, No hope is left for vs, therefore awaie. Enter prince EDWARD. Prince. Oh father flie, our men haue left the field, Take horse sweet father, let vs saue our selues. Enter EXETER. Exet. Awaie my Lord for vengance comes along with him: 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, That whilst it lasted gaue king Henry light. Ah Lancaster, I feare thine ouerthrow, And as thy father and his father did, I and ten thousand in this wofull land, Had left no mourning Widdowes for our deathes, Bootlesse are plaintes, and curelesse are my woundes, Enter EDWARD, RICHARD, and WARWIKE, and Souldiers. For though before his face I speake the words, [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, 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. War. From off the gates of Yorke fetch downe the Edw. Bring forth that fatall scrichowle to our house, War. I thinke his vnderstanding is bereft. Say Clifford, doost thou know who speakes to thee? Rich. Oh would he did, and so perhaps he doth, George. Richard if thou thinkest so, vex him with eager words. Rich. Clifford, aske mercie and obtaine no grace. War. Clifford deuise excuses for thy fault. George. Whilst we deuise fell tortures for thy fault. wont. Rich. What not an oth? Nay, then I know hees dead. Tis hard, when Clifford cannot foord his friend an oath. 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, 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. So shalt thou sinew both these landes togither, And though they cannot greatly sting to hurt, And afterward Ile cross the seas to France, Edw. Euen as thou wilt good Warwike let it be. But first before we go, George kneele downe. We here create thee Duke of Clarence, and girt thee with the sword. Our younger brother Richard Duke of Glocester. Warwike as my selfe shal do & vndo as him pleaseth best. Rich. Let me be Duke of Clarence, George of Gloster, For Glosters Dukedome is too ominous. War. Tush thats a childish obseruation, Richard be Duke of Gloster. Now to London. To see these honors in possession. [Exeunt Omnes. Enter two keepers with bow and arrows. 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. No, Henrie no, It is no land of thine, For how canst thou helpe them and not thy selfe? Hen. My Queene and sonne poore soules are gone to France, and as I heare the great commanding Warwike, To intreat a marriage with the ladie Bona, If this be true, poor Queene and sonne, For Lewis is a prince soone wun with words, He laughes and saies, his Edward is instalde, She on his left side crauing aide for Henry. Keeper. What art thou that talkes of kings and queens? Hen. More then I seeme, for lesse I should not be. 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. Hen. Why so I am in mind though not in shew. Kings doe seldome times enjoy. Keeper. And if thou be a king crownd with content, Your crowne content and you, must be content To go with vs vnto the officer, for as we thinke You are our quondam king, K. Edward hath deposde, 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 Obaide, and be you kings, command and Ile obay [Exeunt Omnes. |