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Q. Mar. This cheers my heart, to see your forward
Oxf. 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
Which, by the Heavens' assistance, and
* 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.
Q. Mar. Lords, knights, and gentlemen, what I should say,
'My tears gainsay; for every word I speak,
Ye see, I drink the water of mine eyes.
Therefore, no more but this :-Henry, your sovereign,
Is prisoner to the foe; his state usurped,
His realm a slaughter-house, his subjects slain,
[Exeunt both Armies.
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.
1 A castle in Picardy, where Oxford was confined for many years.
Oxf. For my part, I'll not trouble thee with words. • Šom. Nor I, but stoop with patience to my fortune.
[Exeunt OxF. and Som., 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
Edward, * Shall have a high reward, and he his life?
* Glo. It is; and lo, where youthful Edward comes.
Enter Soldiers, with Prince EDWARD. *K. Edw. Bring forth the gallant; let us hear him
speak. * What! can so young a thorn begin to prick ?
Edward, what satisfaction canst thou make, • For bearing arms, for stirring up my subjects, * And all the trouble thou hast turned 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 wouldst have me answer to.
Q. Mar. Ah, that thy father had been so resolved !
• Glo. That you might still have worn the petticoat, And ne'er have stolen the breech from Lancaster.
Prince. Let Æsop? fable in the 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. · K. Edw. Peace, wilful boy, or I will charm your
tongue. Clar. Untutored lad, thou art too malapert. Prince. I know my duty; you are all undutiful.
1 The prince calls Richard Æsop for his crookedness; and the Poet, following nature, makes Richard highly incensed at the reproach.
Lascivious Edward,—and thou perjured George,
[Stabs him. * Glo. Sprawl'st thou? take that, to end thy agony.
[Glo. stabs him. * Cla. And there's for twitting me with perjury.
[Cla. stabs him. Q. Mar. O, kill me too! Glo. Marry, and shall.
[Offers to kill her. · K. Edw. Hold, Richard, hold, for we have done
too much. Glo. Why should she live, to fill the world with
words? K. Edw. What! doth she swoon ? use means for
her recovery Glo. Clarence, excuse me to the king my brother. I'll hence to London on a serious matter; • Ere ye come there, be sure to hear some news.
Clar. What? what?
[Exit. Q. Mar. O, Ned, sweet Ned! speak to thy mother,
boy! • Canst thou not speak ?-0 traitors ! murderers !They that stabbed Cæsar, shed no blood at all, Did not offend, nor were not worthy blame, * If this foul deed were by, to equal it. · He was a man; this, in respect, a child ; And men ne'er spend their fury on a child. • What's worse than murderer, that I may name it ? * No, no; my heart will burst, an if I speak ;* And I will speak, that so my heart may burst.* Butchers and villains, bloody cannibals ! * How sweet a plant have you untimely cropped!
i That is, “thou who art the likeness,” &c. The old copies describe Edward as striking the first blow, and Gloster the next; and this is according to history, which informs us that Edward smote the prince with his gauntlet, on which the rest despatched him.
You have no children, butchers! if
you had, The thought of them would have stirred up remorse; But if you ever chance to have a child,
Look in his youth to have him so cut off,
'As, deathsmen! you have rid' this sweet young prince!
K. Edw. Away with her; go, bear her hence perforce.
Q. Mar. Nay, never bear me hence; despatch me
Here sheath thy sword; I'll pardon thee my death. What! wilt thou not?-Then, Clarence, do it thou. Clar. By Heaven, I will not do thee so much ease. Q. Mar. Good Clarence, do; sweet Clarence, do thou do it.
Clar. Didst thou not hear me swear I would not do it?
Q. Mar. Ay, but thou usest to forswear thyself; 'Twas sin before, but now 'tis charity.
'What! wilt thou not? Where is that devil's butcher, Hard-favored Richard? Richard, where art thou? Thou art not here. Murder is thy alms-deed; Petitioners for blood thou ne'er put'st back.
K. Edw. Away, I say; I charge ye, bear her hence.
Q. Mar. So come to you, and yours, as to this prince! [Exit, led out forcibly.
K. Edw. Where's Richard gone?
Clar. To London, all in post; and, as I
To make a bloody supper in the Tower.
K. Edw. He's sudden, if a thing comes in his
'Now march we hence; discharge the common sort • With pay and thanks, and let's away to London,
And see our gentle queen how well she fares;
By this, I hope, she hath a son for me.
1 To rid is to cut off, to destroy.
SCENE VI. London. A Room in the Tower.
KING HENRY is discovered sitting with a book in his hand, the Lieutenant attending. Enter GLOSTER.
Glo. Good day, my lord.
What, at your book so
K. Hen. Ay, my good lord. My lord, I should say
'Tis sin to flatter; good was little better: Good Gloster, and good devil, were alike, *And both preposterous; therefore, not good lord. *Glo. Sirrah, leave us to ourselves; we must confer. [Exit Lieutenant.
*K. Hen. So flies the reckless shepherd from the
* So first the harmless sheep doth yield his fleece, *And next his throat unto the butcher's knife.What scene of death hath Roscius now to act?
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,
Where my poor young was limed, was caught, and killed.
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 drowned.
The sun, that seared the wings of my sweet boy,
* Ah, kill me with thy weapon, not with words!
1 To misdoubt is to suspect danger, to fear.