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4.8 Flourish. Enter King Edward, Richard Duke of Gloucester, and Lord Hastings, ⌈With a troop of Hollanders⌉

KING EDWARD

Now, brother Richard, Lord Hastings, and the rest,

Yet thus far fortune maketh us amends,

And says that once more I shall interchange

My waned state for Henry’s regal crown.

Well have we passed and now repassed the seas

And brought desired help from Burgundy.

What then remains, we being thus arrived

From Ravenspurgh haven before the gates of York,

But that we enter, as into our dukedom ?

⌈Hastings⌉ knocks at the gates of York

RICHARD OF GLOUCESTER

The gates made fast? Brother, I like not this.

For many men that stumble at the threshold

Are well foretold that danger lurks within.

KING EDWARD

Tush, man, abodements must not now affright us.

By fair or foul means we must enter in,

For hither will our friends repair to us.

HASTINGS

My liege, I’ll knock once more to summon them.

He knocks. Enter, on the walls, the Mayor and aldermen of York

MAYOR

My lords, we were forewarned of your coming,

And shut the gates for safety of oursetves—

For now we owe allegiance unto Henry.

KING EDWARD

But, Master Mayor, if Henry be your king,

Yet Edward at the least is Duke of York.

MAYOR

True, my good lord, I know you for no less.

KING EDWARD

Why, and I challenge nothing but my dukedom,

As being well content with that alone.

RICHARD OF GLOUCESTER (aside)

But when the fox hath once got in his nose,

He’ll soon find means to make the body follow.

HASTINGS

Why, Master Mayor, why stand you in a doubt?

Open the gates—we are King Henry’s friends.

MAYOR

Ay, say you so? The gates shall then be opened.

They descend

RICHARD OF GLOUCESTER

A wise stout captain, and soon persuaded.

HASTINGS

The good old man would fain that all were well,

So ’twere not long of him; but being entered,

I doubt not, I, but we shall soon persuade

Both him and all his brothers unto reason.

Enter below the Mayor and two aldermen

KING EDWARD

So, Master Mayor, these gates must not be shut

But in the night or in the time of war.

What—fear not, man, but yield me up the keys,

King Edward takes some keys from the Mayor

For Edward will defend the town and thee,

And all those friends that deign to follow me.

March. Enter Sir John Montgomery with a drummer and soldiers

RICHARD OF GLOUCESTER

Brother, this is Sir John Montgomery,

Our trusty friend, unless I be deceived.

KING EDWARD

Welcome, Sir John—but why come you in arms?

MONTGOMERY

To help King Edward in his time of storm,

As every loyal subject ought to do.

KING EDWARD

Thanks, good Montgomery, but we now forget

Our title to the crown, and only claim

Our dukedom till God please to send the rest.

MONTGOMERY

Then fare you well, for I will hence again.

I came to serve a king and not a duke.

Drummer, strike up, and let us march away. 50

The drummer begins to sound a march

KING EDWARD

Nay, stay, Sir John, a while, and we’ll debate

By what safe means the crown may be recovered.

MONTGOMERY

What talk you of debating? In few words,

If you’ll not here proclaim yourself our king

I’ll leave you to your fortune and be gone

To keep them back that come to succour you.

Why shall we fight, if you pretend no title?

RICHARD OF GLOUCESTER (to King Edward)

Why, brother, wherefore stand you on nice points?

KING EDWARD

When we grow stronger, then we’ll make our claim.

Till then ’tis wisdom to conceal our meaning.

HASTINGS

Away with scrupulous wit! Now arms must rule.

RICHARD OF GLOUCESTER

And fearless minds climb soonest unto crowns.

Brother, we will proclaim you out of hand,

The bruit thereof will bring you many friends.

KING EDWARD

Then be it as you will, for ’tis my right,

And Henry but usurps the diadem.

MONTGOMERY

Ay, now my sovereign speaketh like himself,

And now will I be Edward’s champion.

HASTINGS

Sound trumpet, Edward shall be here proclaimed.

⌈To Montgomery⌉

Come, fellow soldier, make thou proclamation.

Flourish

⌈MONTGOMERY⌉ Edward the Fourth, by the grace of God

King of England and France, and Lord of Ireland—

And whosoe’er gainsays King Edward’s right,

By this I challenge him to single fight.

He throws down his gauntlet

ALL Long live Edward the Fourth!

KING EDWARD

Thanks, brave Montgomery, and thanks unto you all.

If fortune serve me I’ll requite this kindness.

Now, for this night, let’s harbour here in York;

And when the morning sun shall raise his car

Above the border of this horizon,

We’ll forward towards Warwick and his mates.

For well I wot that Henry is no soldier.

Ah, froward Clarence, how evil it beseems thee

To flatter Henry and forsake thy brother!

Yet, as we may, we’ll meet both thee and Warwick.

Come on, brave soldiers—doubt not of the day

And, that once gotten, doubt not of large pay.

Exeunt

4.9 Flourish. Enter King Henry, the Earl of Warwick, the Marquis of Montague, George Duke of Clarence, and the Earl of Oxford

WARWICK

What counsel, lords? Edward from Belgia,

With hasty Germans and blunt Hollanders,

Hath passed in safety through the narrow seas,

And with his troops doth march amain to London,

And many giddy people flock to him.

KING HENRY

Let’s levy men and beat him back again.

GEORGE OF CLARENCE

A little fire is quickly trodden out,

Which, being suffered, rivers cannot quench.

WARWICK

In Warwickshire I have true-hearted friends,

Not mutinous in peace, yet bold in war.

Those will I muster up. And thou, son Clarence,

Shalt stir in Suffolk, Norfolk, and in Kent,

The knights and gentlemen to come with thee.

Thou, brother Montague, in Buckingham,

Northampton, and in Leicestershire shalt find

Men well inclined to hear what thou command’st.

And thou, brave Oxford, wondrous well beloved

In Oxfordshire, shalt muster up thy friends.

My sovereign, with the loving citizens,

Like to his island girt in with the ocean,

Or modest Dian circled with her nymphs,

Shall rest in London till we come to him.

Fair lords, take leave and stand not to reply.

Farewell, my sovereign.

KING HENRY

Farewell, my Hector, and my Troy’s true hope.

GEORGE OF CLARENCE

In sign of truth, I kiss your highness’ hand.

He kisses King Henry’s hand

KING HENRY

Well-minded Clarence, be thou fortunate.

MONTAGUE

Comfort, my lord, and so I take my leave.

⌈He kisses King Henry’s hand⌉

OXFORD

And thus I seal my truth and bid adieu.

⌈He kisses King Henry’s hand⌉

KING HENRY

Sweet Oxford, and my loving Montague,

And all at once, once more a happy farewell.

⌈Exit⌉

WARWICK

Farewell, sweet lords—let’s meet at Coventry.

Exeunt ⌈severally!⌉

4.10 ⌈Erenter King Henry and the Duke of Exeter⌉

KING HENRY

Here at the palace will I rest a while.

Cousin of Exeter, what thinks your lordship?

Methinks the power that Edward hath in field

Should not be able to encounter mine.

EXETER

The doubt is that he will seduce the rest.

KING HENRY

That’s not my fear. My meed hath got me fame.

I have not stopped mine ears to their demands,

Nor posted off their suits with slow delays.

My pity hath been balm to heal their wounds,

My mildness hath allayed their swelling griefs,

My mercy dried their water-flowing tears.

I have not been desirous of their wealth,

Nor much oppressed them with great subsidies,

Nor forward of revenge, though they much erred.

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 York’⌉

EXETER

Hark, hark, my ford—what shouts are these?

Enter King Edward and Richard Duke of Gloucester, with soldiers

KING EDWARD

Seize on the shame-faced Henry—bear him hence,

And once again proclaim us King of England.

You are the fount that makes small brooks to flow.

Now stops thy spring—my sea shall suck them dry,

And swell so much the higher by their ebb.

Hence with him to the Tower—tet him not speak.

Exeunt some with King Henry and Exeter

And lords, towards Coventry bend we our course,

Where peremptory Warwick now remains.

The sun shines hot, and, if we use delay,

Cold biting winter mars our hoped-for hay.

RICHARD OF GLOUCESTER

Away betimes, before his forces join,

And take the great-grown traitor unawares.

Brave warriors, march amain towards Coventry.

Exeunt

5.1 Enter the Earl of Warwick, the Mayar of Coventry, two Messengers, and others upon the walls

WARWICK

Where is the post that came from valiant Oxford?

⌈The First Messenger steps forward⌉

How far hence is thy lord, mine honest fellow?

FIRST MESSENGER

By this at Dunsmore, marching hitherward.

WARWICK

How far off is our brother Montague?

Where is the post that came from Montague?

⌈the Second Messenger steps forward⌉

SECOND MESSENGER

By this at Da’ntry, with a puissant troop.

Enter Somerville ⌈to them, abovel⌉

WARWICK

Say, Somerville-what says my loving son?

And, by thy guess, how nigh is Clarence now?

SOMERVILLE

At Southam I did leave him with his forces,

And do expect him here some two hours hence.

A march afar off

WARWICK

Then Clarence is at hand-I hear his drum.

SOMERVILLE

It is not his, my lord. Here Southam lies.

The drum your honour hears marcheth from Warwick.

WARWICK

Who should that be? Belike, unlooked-for friends.

SOMERVILLE

They are at hand, and you shall quickly know.

Flourish. Enter below King Edward and Richard Duke of Gloucester, with soldiers

KING EDWARD

Go, trumpet, to the walls, and sound a parley.

⌈Sound a parley⌉

RICHARD OF GLOUCESTER

See how the surly Warwick mans the wall.

WARWICK

O, unbid spite—is sportful Edward come?

Where slept our scouts, or how are they seduced,

That we could hear no news of his repair?

KING EDWARD

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.

WARWICK

Nay, rather, wilt thou draw thy forces hence,

Confess who set thee up and plucked thee down,

Call Warwick patron, and be penitent?

And thou shalt still remain the Duke of York.

RICHARD OF GLOUCESTER

I thought at least he would have said ‘the King’.

Or did he make the jest against his will?

WARWICK

Is not a dukedom, sir, a goodly gift?

RICHARD OF GLOUCESTER

Ay, by my faith, for a poor earl to give.

I’ll do thee service for so good a gift.

WARWICK

’Twas I that gave the kingdom to thy brother.

KING EDWARD

Why then, ’tis mine, if but by Warwick’s gift.

WARWICK

Thou art no Atlas for so great a weight;

And, weakling, Warwick takes his gift again;

And Henry is my king, Warwick his subject.

KING EDWARD

But Warwick’s king is Edward’s prisoner,

And, gallant Warwick, do but answer this:

What is the body when the head is off?

RICHARD OF GLOUCESTER

Alas, that Warwick had no more forecast,

But whiles he thought to steal the single ten,

The king was slyly fingered from the deck.

⌈To Warwick⌉ You left poor Henry at the Bishop’s palace,

And ten to one you’ll meet him in the Tower.

KING EDWARD

’Tis even so—⌈to Warwick⌉ yet you are Warwick still.

RICHARD OF GLOUCESTER

Come, Warwick, take the time—kneel down, kneel

down.

Nay, when? Strike now, or else the iron cools.

WARWICK

I had rather chop this hand off at a blow,

And with the other fling it at thy face,

Than bear so low a sail to strike to thee.

KING EDWARD

Sail how thou canst, have wind and tide thy friend,

This hand, fast wound about thy coal-black hair,

Shall, whiles thy 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 the Earl of Oxford, with a drummer and ⌈soldiers bearing⌉ colours

WARWICK

O cheerful colours! See where Oxford comes.

OXFORD

Oxford, Oxford, for Lancaster!

⌈Oxford and his men pass over the stage and exeunt into the city⌉

RICHARD OF GLOUCESTER (to King Edward)

The gates are open—let us enter too.

KING EDWARD

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.

WARWICK ⌈to Oxford, within⌉

O, welcome, Oxford—for we want thy help.

Enter the Marquis of Montague with a drummer and ⌈soldiers bearing⌉ colours

MONTAGUE

Montague, Montague, for Lancaster!

⌈Montague and his men pass over the stage and exeunt into the city⌉

RICHARD OF GLOUCESTER

Thou and thy brother both shall bye this treason

Even with the dearest blood your bodies bear.

KING EDWARD

The harder matched, the greater victory.

My mind presageth happy gain and conquest.

Enter the Duke of Somerset with a drummer and ⌈soldiers bearing⌉ colours

SOMERSET

Somerset, Somerset, for Lancaster!

⌈Somerset and his men pass over the stage and exeunt into the city⌉

RICHARD OF GLOUCESTER

Two of thy name, both dukes of Somerset,

Have sold their lives unto the house of York—

And thou shalt be the third, an this sword hold.

Enter George Duke of Clarence with a drummer and ⌈soldiers bearing⌉ colours

WARWICK

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.

GEORGE OF CLARENCE

Clarence, Clarence, for Lancaster!

KING EDWARD

Et tu, Brute—wilt thou stab Caesar too?

(To a trumpeter) A parley, sirra, to George of Clarence.

Sound a parley. Richard of Gloucester and George of

Clarence whisper together

WARWICK

Come, Clarence, come—thou wilt if Warwick call.

GEORGE OF CLARENCE

Father of Warwick, know you what this means?

⌈He takes his red rose out of his hat and throws it at Warwick⌉

Look—here I throw my infamy at thee!

I will not ruinate my father’s house,

Who gave his blood to lime the stones together,

And set up Lancaster. Why, trowest thou, Warwick,

That Clarence is so harsh, so blunt, 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 Jephthah, when he sacrificed his daughter.

I am so sorry for my trespass made

That, to deserve well at my brothers’ 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 brothers turn my blushing cheeks.

(To King Edward)

Pardon me, Edward—I will make amends.

(To Richard)

And, Richard, do not frown upon my faults,

For I will henceforth be no more unconstant.

KING EDWARD

Now welcome more, and ten times more beloved,

Than if thou never hadst deserved our hate.

RICHARD OF GLOUCESTER (to George)

Welcome, good Clarence—this is brother-like.

WARWICK (to George)

O, passing traitor—perjured and unjust!

KING EDWARD

What, Warwick, wilt thou leave the town and fight?

Or shall we beat the stones about thine ears?

WARWICK ⌈aside⌉

Alas, I am not cooped here for defence.

(To King Edward)

I will away towards Barnet presently,

And bid thee battle, Edward, if thou dar’st.

KING EDWARD

Yes, Warwick—Edward dares, and leads the way.

Lords, to the Held—Saint George and victory!

Exeunt below King Edward and his company.

March. The Earl of Warwick and his company

descend and follow

5.2 Alarum and excursions. Enter King Edward bringing forth the Earl of Warwick, wounded

KING EDWARD

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

WARWICK

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 over-peered 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 midday sun

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 the Earl of Oxford and the Duke of Somerset

SOMERSET

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!

WARWICK

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.

SOMERSET

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 canon in a vault,

That mote not be distinguished; but at last

I well might hear, delivered with a groan,

‘O, farewell, Warwick.’

WARWICK

Sweet rest his soul. Fly, lords, and save yourselves—

For Warwick bids you all farewell, to meet in heaven.

He dies

OXFORD

Away, away—to meet the Queen’s great power!

Here they bear away Warwick’s body. Exeunt

5.3 Flourish. Enter King Edward in triumph, with Richard Duke of Gloucester, George Duke of Clarence, and ⌈soldiers⌉

KING EDWARD

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 arrived our coast,

And, as we hear, march on to fight with us.

GEORGE OF CLARENCE

A little gale will soon disperse that cloud,

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.

RICHARD OF GLOUCESTER

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.

KING EDWARD

We are advertised by our loving friends

That they do hold their course toward Tewkesbury.

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.

⌈Flourish. March⌉ Exeunt

5.4 Flourish. March. Enter Queen Margaret, Prince Edward, the Duke of Somerset, the Earl of Oxford, and soldiers

QUEEN MARGARET

Great lords, wise men ne‘er sit and wail their loss,

But cheerly seek how to redress their harms.

What though the mast be now blown overboard,

The cable broke, the holding-anchor lost,

And half our sailors swallowed in the flood?

Yet lives our pilot still. Is’t meet that he

Should leave the helm and, like a fearful lad,

With tearful eyes add water to the sea,

And give more strength to that which hath too much,

Whiles, in his moan, the ship splits on the rock

Which industry and courage might have saved?

Ah, what a shame; ah, what a fault were this.

Say Warwick was our anchor—what of that?

And Montague our top-mast—what of him?

Our slaughtered friends the tackles—what of these?

Why, is not Oxford here another anchor?

And Somerset another goodly mast?

The friends of France our shrouds and tacklings?

And, though unskilful, why not Ned and I

For once allowed the skilful pilot’s charge?

We will not from the helm to sit and weep,

But keep our course, though the rough wind say no,

From shelves and rocks that threaten us with wreck.

As good to chide the waves as speak them fair.

And what is Edward but a ruthless sea?

What Clarence but a quicksand of deceit?

And Richard but a ragged fatal rock?

All these the enemies to our poor barque.

Say you can swim—alas, ’tis but a while;

Tread on the sand—why, there you quickly sink;

Bestride the rock—the tide will wash you off,

Or else you famish. That’s a threefold death.

This speak I, lords, to let you understand,

If case some one of you would fly from us,

That there’s no hoped-for mercy with the brothers York

More than with ruthless waves, with sands, and rocks.

Why, courage then—what cannot be avoided

’Twere childish weakness to lament or fear.

PRINCE EDWARD

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 betimes,

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.

OXFORD

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 mayst thou live

To bear his image and renew his glories I

SOMERSET

And he that will not fight for such a hope,

Go home to bed, and like the owl by day,

If he arise, be mocked and wondered at.

QUEEN MARGARET

Thanks, gentle Somerset; sweet Oxford, thanks.

PRINCE EDWARD

And take his thanks that yet hath nothing else.

Enter a Messenger

MESSENGER

Prepare you, lords, for Edward is at hand

Ready to fight—therefore be resolute.

OXFORD

I thought no less. It is his policy

To haste thus fast to find us unprovided.

SOMERSET

But he’s deceived; we are in readiness.

QUEEN MARGARET

This cheers my heart, to see your forwardness.

OXFORD

Here pitch our battle—hence we will not budge.

Flourish and march. Enter King Edward, Richard Duke of Gloucester, and George Duke of Clarence, with soldiers

KING EDWARD (to his followers)

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.

QUEEN MARGARET (to her followers)

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 usurped,

His realm a slaughter-house, his subjects slain,

His statutes cancelled, 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.

Alarum, retreat, excursions. Exeunt