* And with the other fling it at thy face,

*Than bear so low a sail, to strike to thee.

*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 colors.

* War. O, cheerful colors! 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. Šo 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 colors. Mont. Montague, Montague, for Lancaster!

[He and his Forces enter the city. Glo. Thou and thy brother both shall buy this

treason

Even with the dearest blood your bodies bear.

*K. Edw. The harder matched, the greater victory;

My mind presageth happy gain, and conquest.

Enter SOMERSET, with drum and colors.

Som. Somerset, Somerset, for Lancaster!

[He and his Forces enter the city. Glo. Two of thy name, both dukes of Somerset,'

1 The first of these noblemen was Edmund, slain at the battle of St. Albans, 1455. The second was Henry, his son, beheaded after the battle of Hexham, 1463. The present duke, Edmund, brother to Henry, was taken prisoner at Tewksbury, 1471, and there beheaded; his brother John losing his life in the same fight.

Have sold their lives unto the house of York;
And thou shalt be the third, if this sword hold.

Enter CLARENCE, with drum and colors.

War. And lo, where George of Clarence sweeps along,

Of force enough to bid his brother battle;

* 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.

I will not ruinate my father's house,

Who gave his blood to lime1 the stones together,

And set up Lancaster. Why, trow'st thou, Warwick, 'That Clarence is so harsh, so blunt,2 unnatural,

• To bend the fatal instruments of war

Against his brother, and his lawful king?

* Perhaps thou wilt object my holy oath :
*To keep that oath, were more impiety
*Than Jephtha's, when he sacrificed his daughter.
*I am so sorry for my trespass made,

* That, to deserve well at my brother's hands,
* I here proclaim myself thy mortal foe;
*With resolution, wheresoe'er I meet thee,
*(As I will meet thee, if thou stir abroad,)
*To plague thee for thy foul misleading me.
And so, proud-hearted Warwick, I defy thee,
And to my brother turn my blushing cheeks.-
'Pardon me, Edward, I will make amends;
And, Richard, do not frown upon my faults,
For I will henceforth be no more unconstant.

K. Edw. Now welcome more, and ten times more beloved,

Than if thou never hadst deserved our hate.

'Glo. Welcome, good Clarence; this is brotherlike. War. O, passing traitor, perjured, and unjust!

K. Edw. What, Warwick, wilt thou leave the town, and fight?

Or shall we beat the stones about thine ears?

War. Alas, I am not cooped 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

fear;

* For Warwick was a bug,' that feared us all.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 shows,

*My blood, my want of strength, my sick heart shows 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 overpeered Jove's spreading tree,
* And kept low shrubs from winter's powerful wind.
*These eyes, that now are dimmed with death's black

veil,

*Have been as piercing as the mid-day sun,

1 Warwick was the bugbear that frightened us all.

*To search the secret treasons of the world.

The wrinkles in my brows, now filled with blood,
Were likened oft to kingly sepulchres;

For who lived king, but I could dig his grave?
And who durst smile when Warwick bent his brow?
Lo, now my glory smeared 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.

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, couldst thou fly! War. Why, then I would not fly.-Ah, Montague, * 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 breathed his

last;

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,1

'That might not be distinguished; but, at last,

'I well might hear delivered with a groan—

O, farewell, Warwick!

War.

1 The old play has this line:—

Sweet rest to his soul!

"Which sounded like a clamor in a vault."

[Dies.

Fly, lords, and save yourselves; for Warwick bids
You all farewell, to meet again in heaven.
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.
But, in the midst of this bright-shining day,
'I spy a black, suspicious, threatening cloud,
That will encounter with our glorious sun,
'Ere he attain his easeful, western bed;

'I mean, my lords, those powers, that the queen
• Hath raised in Gallia, have arrived1 our coast,
'And, as we hear, march on to fight with us.

* Clar. A little gale will soon disperse that cloud, *And blow it to the source from whence it came. Thy very beams will dry those vapors up; * For every cloud engenders not a storm.

*

* Glo. The queen is valued thirty thousand strong, And Somerset, with Oxford, fled to her; If she have time to breathe, be well assured, Her faction will be full as strong as ours.

K. Edw. We are advértised by our loving friends, That they do hold their course towards 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.

1 Arrived is here used in an active form.