For who liv'd King, but I could dig his grave?
And who durft fmile, when Warwick bent his brow?
Lo! now my glory smear'd in dust and blood,
My parks, my walks, my manors that I had,
Ev'n now forfake me; and of all my lands
Is nothing left me, but my body's length.
Why, what is pomp, rule, reign, but earth and duft?
And live we how we can, yet die we must.

Enter Oxford and Somerfet.

Som. Ah, Warwick, Warwick, wert thou as we are, We might recover all our lofs again:

The Queen from France hath brought a puiffant Pow'r:
Ev'n now we heard the news: ah, could't thou fly!
War, Why, then I would not fly.—Ah, Montague,
If thou be there, fweet brother, take my hand,
And with thy lips keep in my foul a while.
Thou lov'ft me not; for, brother, if thou didft,
Thy tears would wash this cold congealed blood,
That glews my lips, and will not let me speak.
Come quickly, Montague, or I am dead.

Som. Ah Warwick, Montague hath breath'd his laft,
And to the lateft gafp cry'd out for Warwick:
And faid, Commend me to my valiant brother.
And more he would have said and more he spoke,
Which founded like a cannon in a vault,
That might not be diftinguish'd; but at last
I well might hear deliver'd with a groan,
O, farewel, Warwick!-

War. Sweetly reft his foul !

Fly, Lords, and fave yourselves for Warwick bids
You all farowel, to meet again in heav'n.

[Dies

Oxf. Away, away, to meet the Queen's great power. [They bear away his Body, and Exeunt

SCENE

SCENE changes to another Part of the Field.

Flourish. Enter King Edward in triumph; with Gloucester, Clarence and the reft.

K.Ed.

TH Hus far our fortune keeps an upward course, we are

And we are grac'd with wreaths of victory.
But, in the midft of this bright-fhining day,
I fpy a black, fufpicious, threat'ning cloud,
That will encounter with our glorious Sun,
Ere he attain his eafeful weftern bed:

I mean, my Lords, thofe Powers, that the Queen
Hath rais'd in Gallia, have arriv'd our coaft,
And, as we hear, march on to fight with us.

Clar. A little gale will foon difperfe that cloud,
And blow it to the fource from whence it came.
Thy very beams will dry thofe vapours up;
For every cloud engenders not a storm.

Glo. The Queen is valued thirty thousand ftrong, And Somerfet with Oxford, fled to her.

If fhe hath time to breathe, be well affur'd,
Her faction will be full as ftrong as ours.

K. Edw. We are advertiz'd by our loving friends,
That they do hold their courfe tow'rd Tewksbury.
We having now the best at Barnet field,
Will thither ftraight; for willingness rids way:
And as we march, our ftrength will be augmented
In every county as we go along :

Strike up the drum, cry, courage! and away. [Exeunt.

SCENE changes to Tewksbury.

March: Enter the Queen, Prince of Wales, Somerset, Oxford, and Soldiers.

Reat Lords, wife men ne'er fit and wail their lofs,

2. G Bat chearly jehow to redress their harms.

What though the maft be now blown over-board,
The cable broke, the holding anchor loft,

And

And half our failors fwallow'd in the flood?
Yet lives our Pilot fill. Is't meet that he
Should leave the helm, and, like a fearful lad,
With tear-ful eyes add water to the fea;

And give more ftrength to that which hath too much?
While in his moan the fhip fplits on the rock,.
Which industry and courage might have fav'd?
Ah, what a fhame! ah, what a fault were this!
Say, Warwick was our anchor; what of that?
And Montague our top-maft; what of him?
Our flaughter'd friends, the tackle; what of these?
Why, is not Oxford here another anchor ?
And Somerfet another goodly mast ?

The friends of France our fhrouds and tacklings ftill?
And though unfkilful, why not Ned and I

For once allow'd the fkilful pilot's charge?
We will not from the helm to fit and weep,

But keep our courfe (though the rough wind fay no,
From fhelves and rocks that threaten us with wreck :
As good to chide the waves, as fpeak them fair.
And what is Edward, but a ruthless fea?
What Clarence, but a quick-fand of deceit ?
And Richard, but a ragged fatal rock?
All thefe, the enemies to our poor Bark.
Say, you can fwim; alas, 'tis but a while;
Tread on the fand; why, there you quickly fink:
Beftride the rock; the tide will wash you off,
Or elfe you famish, that's a three-fold death.
This fpeak I, Lords, to let you understand,
In cafe fome one of you would fly from us,
That there's no hop'd-for mercy with the brothers,
More than with ruthlefs waves, with fands, and rocks..
Why, courage, then! what cannot be avoided,
Twere childish weakness to lament, or fear.

Prince. Methinks, a woman of this valiant fpirit Should, if a coward heard her fpeak thefe words, Infufe his breaft with magnanimity,

·

And make him, naked, foil a man at arms.
I freak not this, as doubting any here:

For

betimes;

For did I but fufpect a fearful man,
He should have leave to go away
Left, in our need, he might infect another,
And make him of like spirit to himself.
If any fuch 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, 'twere perpetual fhame.
Oh, 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 fuch a hope,
Go home to bed, and, like the owl by day,
If he arife, be mock'd and wonder'd at.

Queen. Thanks, gentle Somerfet ; fweet Oxford, thanks. Prince. And take his thanks, that yet hath nothing else.

Enter Meffenger.

Mef. Prepare you, Lords, for Edward is at hand, Ready to fight; therefore be refolute.

Oxf. I thought, no lefs; it is his policy, To hafte thus faft to find us unprovided.

Som. But he's deceiv'd; we are in readiness.

Queen. This cheers my heart, to fee your forwardnefs, Oxf. Here pitch our battle, hence we will not budge.

March. Enter King Edward, Gloucefter, Clarence, and Soldiers.

K.Ed. Brave followers, yonder ftands the thorny wood, Which, by the heav'n's affiftance and your ftrength, Must by the roots be hewn up yet ere night.

I nced not add more fuel to your fire,

(For, well I wot, ye blaze,) to burn them out: Give fignal to the fight, and to it, Lords.

Queen. Lords, Knights, and Gentlemen, what I fhould fay,

My tears gain-fay; for every word I speak,

Ye

Ye fee, I drink the water of my eye:

Therefore no more but this; Henry, your Sov'reign,
Is pris'ner to the foe, his State ufurp'd,
His Realm a flaughter-house, his fubjects flain,
His Statutes cancell'd, and his Treasure spent :
And yonder is the wolf, that makes this fpoil.
You fight in juftice: then, in God's name, Lords,
Be valiant, and give fignal to the battle.

Alarm. Retreat. Excurfions. Both Parties go out.

Re-Enter King Edward, Gloucefter, Clarence, &c. The Queen, Oxford, and Somerfet Prisoners.

K. Edw. Now here's a period of tumultuous broils. Away with Oxford to Hammes-caftle 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 ftoop with patience to my fortune.

[Exeunt. Queen. So part we fadly in this troublous world, To meet with joy in fweet Jerufalem.

K. Ed. 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 the Prince of Wales.

K.Ed. Bring forth the Gallant, let us hear him speak. What can fo young a thorn begin to prick? Edward, what fatisfaction canft thou make, For bearing arms, for ftirring up my fubjects, And all the trouble thou haft turn'd me to ?

Prince. Speak like a fubject, proud ambitious York. Suppofe, that I am now my father's mouth ; Refign thy chair; and, where I fland, kneel thou, Whilft I propofe the felf-fame words to thee, Which, Traitor, thou wouldft have me answer to.