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 fear; For Warwick was a bug, that fear'd us all.— or foe, And tell me who is victor, York or Warwick? That I must yield my body to the earth, And kept low shrubs from winter's powerful wind. These eyes, that now are dimm'd with death's black veil, Have been as piercing as the mid-day sun, 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! And, live we how we can, yet die we must. Enter OXFORD and SOMERSET. Som. Ah, Warwick, Warwick, wert thou as we are, We might recover all our loss again! The queen from France hath brought a puissant power: Even now we heard the news: Ah, could'st thou fly! War. Why, then I would not fly.-Ah, Mon tague, If thou be there, sweet brother, take my hand, And with thy lips keep in my soul a while! Thou lov'st me not; for, brother, if thou didst, Thy tears would wash this cold congealed blood, That glues my lips, and will not let me speak. Come quickly, Montague, or I am dead. Som. Ah, Warwick, Montague hath breath'd his last; And, to the latest gasp, cried out for Warwick, Which sounded like a cannon in a vault, War. Sweet rest to his soul!Fly, lords, and save yourselves: for Warwick bids You all farewell, to meet again in heaven. [Dies. Oxf. Away, away, to meet the queen's great power! [Exeunt, bearing off WARWICK's Body, 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 course, And we are graced with wreaths of victory. I mean, my lords,-those powers, that the queen And blow it to the source from whence it came; Thy very beams will dry those vapours up; For every cloud engenders not a storm. Glo. The queen is valu'd thirty thousand strong, And Somerset, with Oxford, fled to her: K. Edw. We are advertis'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. SCENE IV. Plains near Tewksbury. March. Enter QUEEN MARGARET, PRINCE ED WARD, SOMERSET, OXFORD, and Soldiers. Q. Mar. Great lords, wise men ne'er sit and wail their loss, But cheerly seek how to redress their harms. And give more strength to that which hath too much; Whiles, in his moan, the ship splits on the rock, Why, is not Oxford here another anchor? The friends of France our shrouds and tacklings? And, though unskilful, why not Ned and I From shelves and rocks that threaten us with wreck. As good to chide the waves as speak them fair. More than with ruthless waves, with sands, and rocks. Why, courage, then! what cannot be avoided, | 'Twere childish weakness to lament, or fear. Prince. Methinks a woman of this valiant spirit Should, if a coward heard her speak these words, And make him, naked, foil a man at arms. Oxf. 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. Q. Mar. Thanks, gentle Somerset :-sweet Oxford, thanks. 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. Q. Mar. This cheers my heart, to see your forwardness. Orf. 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, the heavens' assistance, and your strength, Must by the roots be hewn up yet ere night. Q. Mar. Lords, knights, and gentlemen, what My tears gainsay; for every word I speak, Is prisoner to the foe; his state usurp❜d, [Exeunt both Armies. |