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'T were childish weakness to lament, or fear.

Prince. Methinks, a woman of this valiant spirit
Should, if a coward heard her speak these words,
Infuse his breast with magnanimity,
And make him, naked, foil a man at arms
I speak not this, as doubting any here;
For, did I but suspect a fearful man,
He should have leave to go away imes,
Lest in our need he might infect another,
And make him of like spirit to himself.
If any such be here, as God forbid !
Let him depart before we need his help.

Oxf. Women and children of so high a courage,
And warriors faint ! why, 't were perpetual shame.-
0, brave young prince! thy famous grandfather
Doth live again in thee: long may'st thou live,
To bear his image, and renew his glories !

Som. And he, that will not fight for such a hope, Go home to bed, and, like the owl by day, If he arise, be mock'd and wonder'd at. Q. Mar. Thanks, gentle Somerset :-sweet Oxford,

Prince. And take his thanks, that yet hath nothing

Enter a Messenger.
Mess. Prepare you, lords, for Edward is at hand,
Ready to fight : therefore, be resolute.

Oxf. I thought no less : it is his policy
To haste thus fast, to find us unprovided.

Som. But he's deceiv'd: we are in readiness.
Q. Mar. This cheers my heart to see your forwardness.

Oxf. Here pitch our battle : hence we will not budge. Flourish and March. Enter King EDWARD, CLARENCE,

GLOSTER, and Forces. K. Edw. Brave followers, yonder stands the thorny

wood, Which, by the heavens' assistance and your strength, Must by the roots be hewn up yet ere night. I need not add more fuel to your fire, For, well I wot, ye blaze to burn them out. Give signal to the fight, and to it, lords. Q. Mar. Lords. knights, and gentlemen, what I

should say, My tears gainsay; for every word I speak,

Ye see, I drink the water of my eye.
Therefore, no more but this :-Henry, your sovereign,
Is prisoner to the foe; his state usurp'd,
His realm a slaughterhouse, his subjects slain,
His statutes cancell'd, and his treasure spent;
And yonder is the wolf that makes this spoil.
You fight in justice : then, in God's name, lords,
Be valiant, and give signal to the fight.

[Exeunt both Armies. SCENE V.-Another Part of the Same. Alarums : Excursions : and afterwards a Retreat.

Then enter King EDWARD, CLARENCE, GLOSTER, and Forces; with Queen MARGARET, OXFORD, and SOMERSET, Prisoners.

K. Edw. Now, here a period of tumultuous broils. Away with Oxford to Hammes' castle straight : For Somerset, off with his guilty head. Go, bear them hence: I will not hear them speak.

Oxf. For my part, I'll not trouble thee with words. Som. Nor I; but stoop with patience to my fortune.

[Exeunt Oxford and SOMERSET, guarded. Q. Mar. So part we sadly in this troublous world, To meet with joy in sweet Jerusalem. K. Edw. Is proclamation made, that who finds

Edward Shall have a high reward, and he his life ? Glo. It is : and, lo! where youthful Edward comes.

Enter Soldiers, with Prince Edward. K. Edw. Bring forth the gallant : let us hear him speak.

(K. EDWARD sits.' What! can so young a thorn begin to prick ? Edward, what satisfaction canst thou make, For bearing arms, for stirring up my subjects, And all the trouble thou hast turn'd me to?

Prince. Speak like a subject, proud ambitious York. Suppose that I am now my father's mouth : Resign thy chair, and where I stand kneel thou, Whilst I propose the self-same words to thee, Which, traitor, thou wouldst have me answer to.

Q. Mar. Ah, that thy father had been so resolv'd!

Glo. That you might still have worn the petticoat, And ne'er have stol'n the breech from Lancaster.

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Prince. Let Æsop fable in a winter's night; His currish riddles sort not with this place.

Glo. By heaven, brat, I'll plague you for that word. Q. Mar. Ay, thou wast born to be a plague to men. Glo. For God's sake, take away this captive scold. Prince. Nay, take away this scolding crook-back,

rather. K. Edw. Peace! wilful boy, or I will charm your

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

Prince. I know my duty: you are all undutiful. Lascivious Edward, and thou perjur'd George, And thou mis-shapen Dick, I tell ye all, I am your better, traitors as ye are; And thou usurp'st my father's right and mine. K. Edw. Take that, the likeness of this railer here.

[Stabs him. Glo. Sprawl'st thou ? take that, to end thy agony:

(Glo. stabs him. Clar. And there's for twitting me with perjury.

[CLAR. stabs him. Q. Mar. O, kill me too! Glo. Marry, and shall.

[Offers to kill her. K. Edw. Hold, Richard, hold ! for we have done

too much. Glo. Why should she live, to fill the world with words? K. Edw. What! doth she swoon ? use means for

her recovery
Glo. Clarence, excuse me to the king, my brother.
I'll hence to London on a serious matter :
Ere ye come there, be sure to hear some news.

Clar. What? what?
Glo. The Tower ! the Tower !
Q. Mar. O, Ned! sweet Ned! speak to thy mother,

Canst thou not speak?-0 traitors ! murderers !-
They, that stabb’d Cæsar shed no blood at all,
Did not offend, nor were not worthy blame,
If this foul deed were by to sequel' it:
He was a man: this, in respect, a child;
And men ne'er spend their fury on a child.
What 's worse than murderer, that I may name it?
No, no; my heart will burst, an if I speak;

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And I will speak, that so my heart may burst.-
Butchers and villains! bloody cannibals !
How sweet a plant have you untimely cropp'd !
You have no children, butchers ! if you had,
The thought of them would have stirr'd up remorse :
But, if you ever chance to have a child,
Look in his youth to have him so cut off

, As, deathsmen, you have rid this sweet young prince !

K. Edw. Away with her! go, bear her hence perforce.

Q. Mar. Nay, never bear me hence, despatch me here; Here sheath thy sword, I'll pardon thee my death. What! wilt thou not ?—then, Clarence, do it thou.

Clar. By heaven, I will not do thee so much ease. Q. Mar. Good Clarence, do; sweet Clarence, do thou

do it. Clar. Didst thou not hear me swear I would not do it? Q. Mar. Ay, but thou usest to forswear thyself: ’T was sin before, but now 't is charity. What! wilt thou not ? where is that devil's butcher, Hard-favour'd Richard ? Richard, where art thou ? Thou art not here : murder is thy alms-deed ; Petitioners for blood thou ne'er put 'st back.

K. Edw. Away, I say! I charge ye, bear her hence. Q. Mar. So come to you, and yours, as to this prince!

[Erit. K. Edw. Where's Richard gone ?

Clar. To London, all in post; and, as I guess, To make a bloody supper in the Tower.

K. Edw. He's sudden, if a thing comes in his head. Now march we hence : discharge the common sort With pay and thanks, and let's away to London, And see our gentle queen how well she fares : By this, I hope, she hath a son for me. (Exeunt.

SCENE VI.-London. A Room in the Tower.! King Henry is discovered reading. Enter GLOSTER

and the Lieutenant. Glo. Good day, my lord. What, at your book so hard ? K. Hen. Ay, my good lord : my lord, I should say

rather : 'T is sin to flatter; good was little better :

1 The scene in the folio, is “on the walls of the Tower"; that of the text from the “ True Tragedy." ? In f. e. the rest of this stage direction is : the Lieutenant attending. Enter GLOSTER.

Good Gloster, and good devil, were alike,
And both preposterous; therefore, not good lord.
Glo. Sirrah, leave us to ourselves: we must confer.

[Exit Lieutenant.
K. Hen. So flies the reckless shepherd from the wolf:
So first the harmless sheep doth yield his fleece,
And next his throat unto the butcher's knife.-
What scene of death hath Roscius now to act ?

Glo. Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind : The thief doth fear each bush an officer.

K. Hen. The bird, that hath been limed in a bush, With trembling wings misdoubteth every bush; And I, the hapless male to one sweet bird, Have now the fatal object in my eye, Where my poor young was lim’d, was caught, and kill’d.

Glo. Why, what a peevish' fool was that of Crete,
That taught his son the office of a fowl ?
And yet, for all his wings, the fool was drown'd.

K. Hen. I, Dædalus; my poor boy, Icarus ;
Thy father, Minos, that denied our course ;
The sun, that sear’d the wings of my sweet boy,
Thy brother Edward; and thyself, the sea,
Whose envious gulf did swallow up his life.
Ah! kill me with thy weapon, not with words.
My breast can better brook thy dagger's point,
Than can my ears that tragic history.
But wherefore dost thou come ? is 't for my life?

Glo. Think'st thou I am an executioner ?

K. Hen. A persecutor, I am sure, thou art:
If murdering innocents be executing,
Why, then thou art an executioner.

Glo. Thy son I kill'd for his presumption.
K. Hen. Hadst thou been kill'd, when first thou

didst presume,
Thou hadst not liv'd to kill a son of mine.
And thus I prophesy,—that many a thousand,
Which now mistrust no parcel of my fear ;
And many an old man's sigh, and many a widow's,
And many an orphan's water-standing eye,–
Men for their sons', wives for their husbands',
Orphans for their parents' timeless death,
Shall rue the hour that ever thou wast born.
The owl shriek'd at thy birth, an evil sign;

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