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While I myself will lead a private life,

And in devotion spend my latter days,
To sin s rebuke, and my Creator s praise.

War. What answers Clarence to his sovereign s
will ?

* Clar. That he consents, if Warwick yield consent ;

* For on thy fortune I repose myself.

* War. Why then, though loath, yet must I be

content ;

* We ll yoke together, like a double shadow

* To Henry s body, and supply his place ;

* I mean, in bearing weight of government,

* While ho enjoys the honor, and his ease.

* Arid, Clarence, now then it is more than needful,

* Forthwith that Edward be pronounced a traitor,

* And all his lands and iroods be confiscate.


Clar. What else ? and that succession be determined.

* War. Ay, therein Clarence shall not want his part.

* K. Hen. But, with the first of all your chief affairs,

* Let me entreat (for I command no more)

* That Margaret your queen, and my son Edward,
*I3e sent for, to return from France with speed ;

* For, till I see them here, by doubtful fear

* My joy of liberty is half eclipsed.

Clar. It shall be done, my sovereign, with all speed.
; K. Hen. My lord of Somerset, what youth is that,
Of whom you seem to have so tender care ?

Som. My liege, it is young Henry, earl of Rich

K. Hen. Come hither, England s hope. If secret
powers [Lays his hand on his head.

Suggest but truth to my divining thoughts,
This pretty lad 1 will prove our country s bliss.

1 This was adopted from Hall by the author of the old play ; Holinshed
also copies Hall almost verbatim : "Whom when the king had a good
while beheld, he said to such princes as were with him, Lo, surelie this is


4 His looks are full of peaceful majesty;
c His head by nature framed to wear a crown,
4 His hand to wield a sceptre ; and himself
Likely, in time, to bless a regal throne.
Make much of him, my lords ; for this is he,
c Must help you more than you are hurt by me.

Enter a Messenger.

* War. What news, my friend ?

* Mess. That Edward is escaped from your brother,

* And fled, as he hears since, to Burgundy.

War. Unsavory news ; but how made he escape ?

* Mess. He was conveyed by Richard duke of


* And the lord Hastings, who attended him

* In secret ambush on the forest side,

* And from the bishop s huntsmen rescued him ;

* For hunting was his daily exercise.

* War. My brother was too careless of his charge.

* But let us hence, my sovereign, to provide

* A salve for any sore that may betide.

\_Exeunt KING HENRY, WAR., CLAR., Lieut.,
and Attendants.

* Som. My lord, I like not of this flight of Edward s ;

* For, doubtless, Burgundy will yield him help ;

* And we shall have more wars, before t be long.

* As Henry s late presaging prophecy

* Did glad my heart with hope of this young Rich


he, to whom both we and our adversaries, leaving the possession of all
things, shall hereafter give roome and place," p. 678. Henry earl of
Richmond was the son of Edmond earl of Richmond, and Margaret,
daughter to John the first duke of Somerset. Edmond was half-brother
to king Henry VI., being the son of that king s mother, queen Catharine, by
her second husband, Owen Tudor. Henry the Seventh, to show his grat
itude to Henry VI. for this early presage in his favor, solicited pope Julius
to canonize him a saint ; but either would not pay the price, or, as Bacon
supposes, the pope refused, lest, " as Henry was reputed in the world abroad
but for a simple man, the estimation of that kind of honor might be
diminished if there were not a distance kept between innocents and

VOL. iv. 65


* So doth my heart misgive me, in these conflicts

* What may befall him, to his harm, and ours.

* Therefore, lord Oxford, to prevent the worst,

* Forthwith we ll send him hence to Brittany,

* Till storms be past of civil enmity.

* Oxf. Ay; for if Edward repossess the crown,
Tis like, that Richmond with the rest shall down.
* Som. It shall be so; he shall to Brittany.

* Come, therefore, let s about it speedily. [Exeunt.

SCENE VII. Before York.



K. Edw. Now, brother Richard, lord Hastings,

and the rest ;

Yet thus far fortune maketh us amends,
And says that once more I shall interchange
i My waned state for Henry s regal crown.
4 Well have w r e passed, and now repass the seas,
t And brought desired help from Burgundy.
< What then remains, we being thus arrived
From Ravenspurg haven 1 before the gates of York,
But that we enter, as into our dukedom ?

< Glo. The gates made fast ! Brother, I like not

this ;

*For many men, that stumble at the threshold,
*Are well foretold that danger lurks within.

* K. Edw. 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.

* Hast. My liege, I ll knock once more, to summon


1 In the old play this is written Raunspurhaven ; we may, therefore, infer
that such was the pronunciation.


Enter, on the walls, the Mayor of York, and his

May. My lords, we were forewarned of your


1 And shut the gates for safety of ourselves ;
For now we owe allegiance unto Henry.

K. Edw. But, master mayor, if Henry be your

Yet Edward, at the least, is duke of York.

May. True, my good lord ; I know you for no less.
K. Edw. Why, and I challenge nothing but my
dukedom ;

* As being well content with that alone.

< Glo. But, when the fox hath once got in his nose,
6 He ll soon find means to make the body follow.

6 Hast. Why, master mayor, why stand you in a

doubt ?
Open the gates, we are king Henry s friends.

4 May. Ay, say you so ? The gates shall then be
opened. [Exeunt, from above.

6 Glo. A wise, stout captain, and persuaded soon !
* Hast. The good old man would fain that all were

* So twere not long of him ; 1 but, being entered,

* I doubt not, I, but we shall soon persuade

* Both him, and all his brothers, unto reason.

Re-enter the Mayor and Two Aldermen, belmv.

6 K. Edw. 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 ;

[Takes his keys.

6 For Edward will defend the town, and thee,
And all those friends that deign to follow me.

1 The mayor is willing ye should enter, so he may not be blamed.


Drum. Enter MONTGOMERY and Forces, marching.

Glo. Brother, this is sir John Montgomery,
Our trusty friend, unless I be deceived.

4 K. Edw. Welcome, sir John ! But why come you

in arms ?

Mont. To help king Edward in his time of storm,
As every loyal subject ought to do.

4 K. Edw. Thanks, good Montgomery. But we

now forget

4 Our title to the crown ; and only claim
1 Our dukedom, till God please to send the rest.

4 Mont. Then fare you well, for I will hence again ;
I came to serve a king, and not a duke.
4 Drummer, strike up, and let us march away.

[A march begun.

c K. Edw. Nay, stay, sir John, a while ; and we ll

* By what safe means the crown may be recovered.

4 Mont. What talk you of debating ? In few words,
c If you ll not here proclaim yourself our king,
4 I ll leave you to your fortune ; and be gone,
To keep them back that come to succor you.
Why should we fight, if you pretend no title ?

Glo. Why, brother, wherefore stand you on nice
points ?

* K. Edw. When we grow stronger, then we ll make

our claim ;
*Till then, tis wisdom to conceal our meaning.

* Hast. Away with scrupulous wit! now arms must


* Glo. And fearless minds climb soonest unto


* Brother, w r e will proclaim you out of hand ;

* The bruit thereof will bring you many friends.

* K. Edw. Then be it as you will ; for tis my right,
*And Henry but usurps the diadem.

Mont. Ay, now my sovereign speaketh like himself;
And now will I be Edward s champion.


Hast. Sound, trumpet ; Edward shall be here pro

* Come, fellow-soldier, make thou proclamation.

[Gives him a paper. Flourish.

Sold. [Reads.] Edward the Fourth, by the grace of
God, king of England and France, and lord of Ire
land, &c.

Mont. And whosoe er gainsays king Edward s right,
By this I challenge him to single fight.

[Throws down his gauntlet.

All. Long live Edward the Fourth !

K. Edw. Thanks, brave Montgomery ; and

thanks unto you all.

c If fortune serve me, I ll requite this kindness.
Now, for this night, let s harbor 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 ;
4 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.


SCENE VIII. 1 London. A Room in the Palace.


War. 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 ;
1 And many giddy people flock to him.

* Oxf. Let s levy men, and beat him back again. 2

1 In the original play this scene follows immediately after king Henry s
observations on young- Richmond, the sixth scene of the present play.

2 This line, in the folio copy, is given to the king, to whose character


Clar. A little fire is quickly trodden out ;
Which, being suffered, rivers cannot quench.

War. 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,
4 The knights and gentlemen to come with thee ;
Thou, brother Montague, in Buckingham,
i Northampton, and in Leicestershire, shalt find
Men well inclined to hear what thou command s! ;
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.

K. Hen. Farewell, my Hector, and my Troy s true
hope. 1

* Clar. In sign of truth, I kiss your highness hand.

* K. Hen. Well-minded Clarence, be thou fortunate !

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

* Oxf. And thus, [Kissing HENRY S hand.~\ I seal

my truth, and bid adieu.

* K. Hen. Sweet Oxford, and my loving Montague,

* And all at once, once more a happy farewell.

War. Farewell, sweet lords ; let s meet at Coventry.
[Exeunt WAR., CLAR., OXF., and MONT.
K. Hen. Here at the palace will I rest awhile.

* Cousin of Exeter, what thinks your lordship ?

* Methinks the power, that Edward hath in field,

* Should not be able to encounter mine.

* Exe. The doubt is, that he will seduce the rest.

it is so unsuitable, that it has been thought best to give it to Oxford, who
is the next speaker in the old play.

1 Shakspeare has twice repeated this passage, which made an impres
sion upon him in the old play. lie has applied the same expression to
the duke of York, where his overthrow at Wakefield is described. In the
former instance no trace is to be found of these lines in the old play.
Several similar repetitions are found in this Third Part of King Henry VI.


* K. Hen. That s not my fear; my meed 1 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 Lancaster !
Exe. Hark, hark, my lord ! what shouts are these ?

Enter KING EDWARD, GLOSTER, and Soldiers.

K. Edw. Seize on the shame-faced Henry, bear him

c 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 ; let him not speak.

[Exeunt some, with KING HENRY.
4 And, lords, towards Coventry bend we our course,
Where peremptory Warwick now remains : 2
The sun shines hot, and, if we use delay,
< Cold, biting winter mars our hoped-for hay.
* Glo. Away betimes, before his forces join,

* And take the great-grown traitor unawares :

* Brave warriors, march amain towards Coventry.


1 Merit

2 Warwick has but just left the stage, declaring his intention to go to
Coventry. How then could Edward know of that intention ? Shakspeare
here again followed the old play. Some of the old dramatic writers seem
to have thought that all the persons of the drama must know whatever
was known to the writers themselves, or to the audience.



SCENE I. Coventry.

Enter, upon the walls, WARWICK, the Major of
Coventry, Two Messengers, and others.

War. Where is the post that came from valiant Ox
ford ?
How far hence is thy lord, mine honest fellow ?

* 1 Mess. By this at Dunsmore, marching hither-

War. How far off is our brother Montague ?


Where is the post that came from Montague ?

4 2 Mess. By this at Daintry, with a puissant troop.


4 War. Say, Somerville, what says my loving son ?
4 And, by the guess, how nigh is Clarence now ?

Som. At Southam I did leave him with his forces,
4 And do expect him here some two hours hence

[Drum heard.

i War. Then Clarence is at hand ; I hear his drum.

* Som. It is not his, my lord; here Southam lies.

* The drum your honor hears, marcheth from Warwick.

* War. Who should that be ? belike, unlooked-for


* Som. They are at hand, and you shall quickly know.

Drums. Enter KING EDWARD, GLOSTER, and Forces,

* K. Edw. Go, trumpet, to the walls, and sound a


4 Glo. See how the surly Warwick mans the wall !

War. O, unhid spite ! is sportful Edward come ?
Where slept our scouts, or how 7 are they seduced,
That we could hear no news of his repair?


* K. Ediu. Now, Warwick, wilt thou ope the city


Speak gentle words, and humbly bend thy knee ?
4 Call Edward king, and at his hands beg mercy,
i And he shall pardon thee these outrages.

4 War. 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 snalf still remain the duke of York.

Glo. I thought, at least, he would have said the

king ;
Or did he make the jest against his will ?

* 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. 1

; War. Twas I that gave the kingdom to thy brother.

K. Edw. Why, then tis mine, if but by Warwick s

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 pris

oner ;

4 And, gallant Warwick, do but answer this,
What is the body, when the head is off?

4 Glo. Alas, that Warwick had no more forecast,
But, whiles he thought to steal the single ten,
4 The king was slyly fingered from the deck ! 2
You left poor Henry at the bishop s palace, 3
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 ? 4 strike now, or else the iron cools.

* War. I had rather chop this hand off at a blow,

1 That is, enroll myself among thy dependents.

2 A pack of cards was anciently termed a deck of cards, or a pair of

3 The palace of the bishop of London.

4 This expression of impatience has been already noticed.

VOL. iv. 66


* 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. 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 ;

4 If not, the city, being but of small defence,
i 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

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

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

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 lime 1 the stones together,
4 And set up Lancaster. Why, trow st thou, Warwick,
4 That Clarence is so harsh, so blunt, 2 unnatural,
4 To bend the fatal instruments of war
4 Against his brother, and his lawful king ?

O o

* 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

Than if thou never hadst deserved our hate.

1 i. e. to cement 2 i. e. stupid.


4 Glo. Welcome, good Clarence ; this is brotherlike.

War. O, passing traitor, perjured, and unjust !

K. Edw. What, Warwick, wilt thoti 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 thoti 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 them there : die tliou, and die our

fear ;

*For Warwick was a bug, 1 that, feared us all.
*Now, Montague, sit fast; I seek for thee,

* That Warwick s bones may keep thine company.


War. All, who is nigh ? Come to mo, 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 axo 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 Avith death s black


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

1 Warwick was the bugbear thai 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 ;

ig, but I could dig rm,

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.


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 ;

4 Even now Ave heard the news. Ah, couldst thou fly !
i 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 ;

c And, to the latest gasp, cried out for Warwick,
And said Commend me to my valiant brother.
4 And more he would have said ; and more he spoke,
Which sounded like a cannon in a vault, 1
i That might not be distinguished ; but, at last,
I well might hear delivered with a groan
4 O,farewelli Warwick!

War. Sweet rest to his soul !

1 The old play has this line :

" Whicn sounded like a clamor in a vault"


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


4 And we are graced with wreaths of victory.
4 But, in the midst of this bright-shining day,
4 I spy a black, suspicious, threatening cloud,
4 That will encounter with our glorious sun,
4 Ere he attain his easeful, western bed ;
4 I mean, my lords, those powers, that the queen
4 Hath raised in Gallia, have arrived 1 our coast,
4 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,
4 And Somerset, with Oxford, fled to her ;

4 If she have time to breathe, be well assured,
Her faction will be full as strong as ours.

K. Edw. We are advertised by our loving friends,
That they do hold their course towards Tewksbury ;
4 We, having now the best at Barnet field,
4 Will thither straight, for willingness rids way ;
4 And, as we march, our strength will be augmented
In every county as we go along.
Strike up the drum ; cry Courage ! and away.


1 Arrived is here used in an active form.


SCENE IV. Plains near Tewksbury. March.


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