K. Hen. That's not my fear, my meed hath got me I have not stopp'd mine ears to their demands, [fame. Nor posted off their suits with slow delays; My pity hath been balm to heal their wounds, My mildness hath allay'd their swelling griefs, My mercy dry'd their water-flowing tears: I have not been desirous of their wealth, Nor much oppress'd them with great subsidies, Nor forward of revenge, though they much err'd; Then why should they love Edward more than me? No, Exeter, these graces challenge grace: And, when the lion fawns upon the lamb, The lamb will never cease to follow him. [Shout within. A Lancaster! A Lancaster! Exe. Hark, hark, my lord! what shouts are these? Enter KING EDWARD, Gloster, and Soldiers. Edw. Seize on the shame-fac'd Henry, bear him hence, And once again proclaim us king of England.- Glo. Away betimes, before his forces join, ACT V. SCENE I.-Coventry. [Exeunt. Enter, upon the walls, WARWICK, the Mayor of War. Where is the post, that came from valiant How far hence is thy lord, mine honest fellow? 2 Mess. By this at Daintry, with a puissant troop. Enter Sir JOHN SOMERVILLE. War. Say, Somerville, what says my loving son? And, by thy guess, how nigh is Clarence now? Som. At Southam I did leave him with his forces, And do expect him here some two hours hence. [Drum heard. War. Then Clarence is at hand, I hear his drum. Som. It is not his, my lord; here Southam lies; The drum your honour hears, marcheth from War[friends. wick. War. Who should that be? belike, unlook'd-for Drums. Enter KING EDWARD, GLOSTER, K.Edw. Go, trumpet, to the walls, and sound a parle. Glo. See, how the surly Warwick mans the wall. War. O, unbid spite! is sportful Edward come? Where slept our scouts, or how are they seduc'd, That we could hear no news of his repair! K.Edw. Now, Warwick, wilt thou ope the city gates, Speak gentle words, and humbly bend thy knee?Call Edward-king, and at his hands beg mercy, And he shall pardon thee these outrages. War. Nay, rather, wilt thou draw thy forces hence, Confess who set thee up and pluck'd thee down?— Call Warwick-patron, and be penitent, And thou shalt still remain the duke of York. Gla. I thought, at least, he would have said-the Or did he make the jest against his will? [king; War. Is not a dukedom, sir, a goodly gift? Glo. Ay, by my faith, for a poor earl to give; I'll do thee service for so good a gift. [ther. War. 'Twas I, that gave the kingdom to thy broK. Edw. Why, then 'tis mine, if but by Warwick's gift. War. Thou art no Atlas for so great a weight: And, weakling, Warwick takes his gift again; And Henry is my king, Warwick his subject. K. Edw. But Warwick's king is Edward's prisoner: And, gallant Warwick, do but answer this,What is the body when the head is off? Glo. Alas, that Warwick had no more forecast, But, whiles he thought to steal the single ten, The king was slily finger'd from the deck! You left poor Henry at the bishop's palace, And, ten to one, you'll meet him in the Tower. K. Edw. 'Tis even so; yet you are Warwick still. Glo. Come, Warwick, take the time, kneel down, kneel down: Nay, when? strike now, or else the iron cools. K. Edw. Sail how thou canst, have wind and tide thy friend; This hand fast wound about thy coal-black hair, Shall, whiles the head is warm, and new cut off, Write in the dust this sentence with thy blood,Wind-changing Warwick now can change no more. Enter OXFORD, with drum and colours. War. O cheerful colours! see, where Oxford comes! Oxf. Oxford, Oxford, for Lancaster! [OXFORD and his Forces enter the City. Glo. The gates are open, let us enter too. K. Edw. So other foes may set upon our backs. Stand we in good array; for they, no doubt, Will issue out again, and bid us battle: If not, the city, being but of small defence, We'll quickly rouse the traitors in the same. War. O, welcome Oxford! for we want thy help. Enter MONTAGUE, with drum and colours. Mont. Montague, Montague, for Lancaster ! [He and his Forces enter the City. Glo. Thou and thy brother both shall buy this treaEven with the dearest blood your bodies bear. [son K. Edw. The harder match'd, the greater victory My mind presageth happy gain, and conquest. Enter SOMERSET, with drum and colours. Som. Somerset, Somerset, for Lancaster! [He and his Forces enter the City Glo. Two of thy name, both dukes of Somerset, Have sold their lives unto the house of York; And thou shalt be the third, if this sword hold. Enter CLARENCE, with drum and colours. War. And lo, where George of Clarence sweeps Of force enough to bid his brother battle; [along With whom an upright zeal to right prevails, More than the nature of a brother's love: Come, Clarence, come; thou wilt, if Warwick calls. Clar. Father of Warwick, know you what this means? [Taking the red rose out of his cap Look here, I throw my infamy at thee: Who gave his blood to lime the stones together, Than Jephtha's, when he sacrificed his daughter. K. Edw. Now welcome more, and ten times more Or shall we beat the stones about thine ears? War. Alas, I am not coop'd here for defence: I will away towards Barnet presently, And bid thee battle, Edward, if thou dar'st. K. Edw. Yes, Warwick, Edward dares, and leads the way : Lords, to the field; Saint George, and victory. [March. Exeunt. SCENE II.-A Field of Battle near Barnet. Alarums, and Excursions. Enter KING EDWARD, bringing in WARWICK wounded. K. Edw. So, lie thou there: die thou, and die our For Warwick was a bug, that fear'd us all.- [fear; Now, Montague, sit fast; I seek for thee, That Warwick's bones may keep thine company. [Exit. War. Ah, who is nigh! come to me, friend or foe, And tell me, who is victor, York, or Warwick? Why ask I that? my mangled body shews, My blood, my want of strength, my sick heart shews, That I must yield my body to the earth, And, by my fall, the conquest to my foe. Thus yields the cedar to the axe's edge, Whose arms gave shelter to the princely eagle, Under whose shade the ramping lion slept: Whose top-branch overpeer'd Jove's spreading tree, And kept low shrubs from winter's powerful wind. These eyes, that now are dimm'd with death's black Have been as piercing as the mid-day sun, To search the secret treasons of the world: The wrinkles in my brows, now fill'd with blood, Were liken'd oft to kingly sepulchres; For who liv'd king, but I could dig his grave? And who durst smile, when Warwick bent his brow? Lo, now my glory smear'd in dust and blood! My parks, my walks, my manors that I had, Even now forsake me; and of all my lands, Is nothing left me, but my body's length ! Why, what is pomp, rule, reign, but earth and dust? And, live we how we can, yet die we must. Enter OXFORD and SOMERSET. [veil, We might recover all our loss again; War. Why, then I would not fly.-Ah, Montague, [last; Som. Ah, Warwick, Montague hath breath'd his And to the latest gasp, cried out for Warwick, And said,-Commend me to my valiant brother. And more he would have said; and more he spoke, Which sounded like a cannon in a vault, That might not be distinguish'd; but, at last, I well might hear deliver'd with a groan,O, farewell, Warwick! SCENE III.-Another Part of the Field. Flourish. Enter KING EDWARD, in triumph; with CLARENCE, GLOSTER, and the rest. K. Edw. Thus far our fortune keeps an upward I mean, my lords, those powers, that the queen Clar. A little gale will soon disperse that cloud, Glo. The queen is valu'd thirty thousand strong, And Somerset, with Oxford, fled to her; If she have time to breathe, be well assur'd, Her faction will be full as strong as ours. K. Edw. We are advértis'd by our loving friends, That they do hold their course toward Tewksbury; We having now the best at Barnet field, Will thither straight, For willingness rids way: And, as we march, our strength will be augmented In every county as we go along.Strike up the drum; cry—Courage! and away. [Exeunt. Q. Mar. Great lords, wise men ne'er sit and wail But cheerly seek how to redress their harms. Som. Ah, Warwick, Warwick! wert thou as we are, Say, Warwick was our anchor; What of that? And Montague, our top-mast; What of him? The friends of France our shrouds and tacklings? Prince. Methinks, a woman of this valiant spirit He should have leave to go away betimes; Orf. Women and children of so high a courage! And warriors faint' why, 'twere perpetual shame!O 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. [thanks. Q. Mar. Thanks, gentle Somerset;-sweet Oxford, Prince. And take his thanks, that yet hath nothing else. Enter a Messenger. Mess. Prepare you, lords, for Edward is at hand, Ready to fight; therefore be resolute. Orf. 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. [ness. Q. Mar. This cheers my heart, to see your forwardOrf. Here pitch our battle; hence we will not budge. March. Enter, at a distance, KING EDWARD, CLARENCE, GLOSTER, and Forces. K. Edw. Brave followers, yonder stands the thorny wood, Which, by the heavens' assistance, and your strength, For, well I wot, ye blaze to burn them out : Q. Mar. Lords, knights, and gentlemen, what I should say, My tears gainsay; for every word I speak, 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. Orf. 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 Shall have a high reward, and he his life? [Edward, Glo. It is and lo, where youthful Edward comes. Enter Soldiers, with PRINCE EDWARD. K. Edw. Bring forth the gallant, let us hear him What! can so young a thorn begin to prick? [speak. 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 would'st 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. Prince. Let Esop 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. [tongue. K. Edw. Peace, wilful boy, or I will charm your I am your better, traitors as ye are ;- Glo. Sprawl'st thou ? take that, Clur. And there's for twitting Q. Mar. O, kill me too! Glo. Marry, and shall. [Stabs him. to end thy agony. [GLO. stabs him. me with perjury. [CLAR. stabs him. [Offers to kill her. {words? K. Edw. Hold, Richard, hold, for we have done too much. Glo. Why should she live, to fill the world with K. Edw. What! doth she swoon? use neans for Q. Mar. O, Ned, sweet Ned! speak to thy mother, [ Thy brother Edward; and thyself, the sea, boy! Canst thou not speak?-O traitors! murderers!— K. Edw. He's sudden, if a thing comes in his head. [Exeunt. SCENE VI.-London. A Room in the Tower. KING HENRY is discovered sitting with a book in his 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, [kill'd. Where my poor young was lim'd, was caught, and 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, Whose envious gulf did swallow up his life. Glo. Thy son I kill'd for his presumption. K. Hen. Hadst thou been kill'd, when first thou didst Thou hadst not liv'd to kill a son of mine. [presume, And thus I prophecy,—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' fate, And 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; The night-crow cried, aboding luckless time; Dogs howl'd, and hideous tempests shook down trees; The raven rook'd her on the chimney's top, And chattering pies in dismal discords sung. Thy mother felt more than a mother's pain, And yet brought forth less than a mother's hope; To wit, an indigest deformed lump, Not like the fruit of such a goodly tree. Teeth hadst thou in thy head, when thou wast born, To signify, thou cam'st to bite the world: And, if the rest be true which I have heard, Thou cam st Glo. I'll hear no more;-Die, prophet, in thy For this, amongst the rest, was I ordain'd. [Dies. Glo. What, will the aspiring blood of Lancaster I, that have neither pity, love, nor fear.- [Exit. SCENE VII.-The same A Room in the Palace. KING EDWARD is discovered sitting on his throne; QUEEN ELIZABETH with the infant PRINCE, CLARENCE, GLOSTER, HASTINGS, and others, near him. K. Edw. Once more we sit in England's royal throne, Re-purchas'd with the blood of enemies. What valiant foe-men, like to autumn's corn, Have we mow'd down, in tops of all their pride? Three dukes of Somerset, threefold renown'd For hardy and undoubted champions : Two Cliffords, as the father and the son, And two Northumberlands: two braver men Ne'er spurr'd their coursers at the trumpet's sound: With them, the two brave bears, Warwick and MonThat in their chains fetter'd the kingly lion, [tague, And made the forest tremble when they roar'd. Thus have we swept suspicion from our seat, And made our footstool of security.Come hither, Bess, and let me kiss my boy :Young Ned, for thee, thine uncles, and myself, Have in our armours watch'd the winter's night; Went all a foot in summer's scalding heat, That thou might'st repossess the crown in peace; And of our labours thou shalt reap the gain. Glo, I'll blast his harvest, if your head were laid; For yet I am not look'd on in the world. K. Edw. Now am I seated as my soul delights, Having my country's peace, and brothers' loves. Clar. What will your grace have done with MarReignier, her father, to the king of France [garet? Hath pawn'd the Sicils and Jerusalem, And hither have they sent it for her ransome. K. Edw. Away with her, and waft her hence to And now what rests, but that we spend the time Of the three parts of King Henry the Sirth, it is now agreed that the first part is entirely spurious, or at most does not contain above ten or twelve lines from the hand of Shakspeare: and that of the two last parts he was not the author, but merely the improver and enlarger. The total number of lines contained in these two plays is, according to Malone, six thousand and fortythree; of these, one thousand seven hundred and seventy-one were written by Marlowe, or by Marlowe and his associates: two thousand three hundred and seventy-three were framed by Shakspeare, on the foundation laid by his predecessors: one thousand eight hundred and ninety-nine were entirely his own composition. ་་ Of the three plays, the first is indeed, as Mr. Morgan has justly described it, a drum-and-trumpet thing;" the second and third have some very beautiful passages. They have not," says Dr. Johnson, "sufficient variety of action, for the incidents are too often of the same kind; yet many of the characters are well discriminated. King Henry and his queen, king Edward, the duke of Gloster, and the earl of Warwick, are very strongly and distinctly painted." |