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So many boars must I take my rest ;
So many iioara moat I oonteniplate :
So many boora most I sport luyMalf :
Su many days my ewes nave iieeu with yonnfr;
So miuiy weeks ere the poor f<Mils will yean :
So many yeani ere I shall sheer the fleece :
S<t minuCei, hoare, daya. weeks, nioiithm uimI years,
Piiss'd over to the end they were created,
kVould brinx white haira unto a quiei itruve.
Ih. what a life were this i how swtiet ! how lovely !
yirea not the hawthorn bush a aweeter Hhade

'o sbrabeffda, looking on their silly
han dolh a rich emhruidered canopy
'o kinn. that fear their subjects' treachery T
. yes it doth ; a tiMiusund (>ild it doih.
ml to oonelude. — the shepherd's liomel/ curda,
18 cold thin drink out of his leather boule.
IS wuated aleep under a fresli tree's shade,
ij whidi aecure and sweetly he eiuoys,
far tMyuad a prinoa's deiicates,
IS vnuida spArfclioK in a golden cap,
a bud/ ou«iched in a curious bed.
hen care, luistrust, aud ireasuu wait on him.

trwm. EnUt a ^aa that hot kiUed hi§ fklker,

dr agg im in the dead bodf.
9tm. 01 blown the wind, that proflu nobody —
M» uaa. whom band to hand 1 slew in fiitUt,
/ Ke pnaaeaaed with some store of crowus:
J 1. liiuU iutp\f take them fnau him ihiw,
f yai ere MKlit yieki uuu* my lifio and them
s^MiMf iMuu eleft, as thw dead mtin dolh me.—
u's ihm 7 — O God I it is my father's fitoe,
[MM in ihie CduHict 1 uu'wares have kili'd.
rMvy tjniea. becettinic audi events I
a CtHuian ujr the kioc was I prew'd fbrth ;
Imihmr, Immii< tbeearfuf WarwirJi's man,
«f <>M Viae tmrt <>f Vork, pma'd by his master;
J, *»flM» Ml ilia haiaik n-ceiv'd my lua,


Have hy my hands of life bereaved him.—
Pardon nie*. God ! I knew not what I dal !—
And pardon, father, for I knew not tliee !—
My fears shall wip« awav these bloody marics :
And no inoie words, tUI Uiey have flow'd their filL
K. Ikn. O piteous siiectacle ! O bUiody times !
Whilst lionx Mrar, aud Imttle for their deiui.
Poor hunnlesM lambs abide their enmity-
Weep, wretched man. I'll akl thee, tear for tear ;
And let our liearts, and eyes, like civil war.
Be blind with tears, and break o'eicliariE'd with

BiUer a Father, who tat kiUed his Son, with the
bodf in his arms.

Phtk. Thoa that so stoutly hast resisted me.
Give me thv gold, if thou hast any xnld :
For 1 have bouirbt it with an hundred blows —
But let me see :— is this our fueinan's fiuse 7
Ah, no, no, no. il b mine only ami !—
.\h. boy, if any life be left iu thee, ,

Throw up thine eyf : aee, aee, what showen ariae.
Blown with the windy teropeat of my heart
Upon thy woumls, that kilt mine eye and heart 1—
O. pity, God. thia iniseraide age !—
What stmtafrBms, how fell, how hutcberly.
Erroneous, mutinous, and unnatural,
'l*his deadly quarrel daily dolh beget 1 —
O boy. thy father gave thee life too soon.
And hath bereft thee of thy life too late I

K. Hen. Woe abore woel gnef more than com-
mon grief!
O, that my deal h would st ay these ruthful deeds^—
O pity, pity, gentle he:iven, pity!—
The red ruse and the white are on hia face,
The faaal ouloura of our atrtving hoUNea :
Tlte one, hia jiurple blood rtght well resembles;
'llie other, hue pale cheeks. meiliinkH. present :
Wither one rose, and let the other flourish !
If you contend^ a thousand lives muxt wither.

Son. How will my moilier, for a lather's death.
Take on with roe. and ne'er he satisfied f

PiUk. How will my wife, fiir slaugliterof my son.
Shed seas of tears, aud ne'er be satifled T

K. Hen How wdl the country, fitr these wuful
Misthink the king, and not be sataifled T

SoH. Was ever son. so med a f>itlier's death T

Falh Whs ever father, so bemiMu'd a sou f

K. Hen, Was ever kiiif , s6 griev'd ibr subl«*ctaP
Much » rour sorrow ; mine, ten times as much.

Son I II liear thee heure, where I iiuiy weep
my HI I . ( £n/, with Uit: tndf.

Pitth. Th««e arms of mine sliall be thy wiudiuc-
My heart, sweet boy. Kli.tll be tliy sepulchre;
For fnoii my lieurt ihiue luiuge ne'er shall gt\
My sighing iireu>t shHlt lie thy fuiiend tiell ;
And S4i ohsequiiMiM will thy fidher he.
Sad for the l(a« of tliee, huviiig no more.
As Priam was fur all his valiant sons
I'll tiear thee lieiMM; ami let I hem light that wil|^
Fur 1 have murder'd where 1 should not kill


K. Hen, Sad-hearted men. much overgone «%i\b
Here sits a king more woful tluui you are.

Atanans : Excursions. Enter Queen Margaret

Pnuoe of Wales, and Kxeier.
Pnnce. Fly, failier, fly I lor all your friends sre
And Warwick rages like a chafed bull :
Away ! fur ikath duth hold as in poraua.



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jr. Asm. Thia IwUle

BhUt Kins Hanry.
fiuTH Ukfl to Um mornint'fe

Whaa dyintr douds eont«nd with ffrowinc licht ;
What tiiM ibe shtiphard, blowing <>f his aails.
Cm neither oili it perfect dMjr. nitr nisht.
Ntiw Rwayii it this way. like a niiKhif aea.
Fiifc'd by the tide to oumbat wiili tiio wind ;
Now s«ayv it that way, lilce the aelf-eaine mm,
Kore'd to retire by fury uf the wind :
Smnetiiiie.the flood prevaibt; and then, the wind ;
Now, one the better ; then, anoUier best ;
Bttth todtMif to be Tiotora, breast to hraaat.
Yet oeilhrr amqueror. nor oitnqaered ;
So IS the equal puiae of thia fell war.
Here on this molehill will I sit m^ down.
Tu whoa Ood will, there be tiie victory !
Fur Kantaret my queen, and ClilKml too.
Hare chid me from the battle ; sweanuf both,
1'hey pnisper heat of all when I am tlienoe.
'WuuM I were dead ! if G«id's kikmI will w«re so :
For what is in this world. Imt arief and woe T

God ! methinka it were n happy life,
'l'» he no lietter than a lioiiiely swain ;
I'll sit apiin a hill, as I do now,

1 o carve out dials qaoinUy. ptant by point,
i herdiy to see the ininul«« Imiw Uiey nin :
Hiiw many make the hoar full complete.
How many boon brine about the day.
How many days will finisli up tlie year,

I low many years a mortal man may live.

IVhen thw is known, then to divide tlie times :

Stt many hours must i lend my flocJc ;

<o many hours must I take my rest ;

Ml many hours must I oontenipluie:

io many boars must I sport myiielf :

Ml many days my ewee have iieeu with younir;

•41 many weeks ere the poor fool* will yean :

41 many yearv ere I shall sheer the d<t«oe :

«• minutns, hours, days, weeks, OKinths. uiid years,

'iiss'd over to the end they were crwuied,

Vould bnnir wliite hairs unto a quiei antve.

h. what a life were this ! huw swwei ! how lovely !

ivea not the hawthorn bosli a swet* ttsr idiMde

(• sheiphenla. looking on their silly sheep,

ban dolh a rich embruidered canopy

i» kinn. that fear Uieir suhjecu' treaciiery T

. yes It doth ; a th*Misaial ^4d it doih.

ikI to ooocluide. — the slieuhenl's liomel/ curds.

IS ould thin drink out of nis leather boiihi.

I* wonted sleep under a fresh tree's nhade.

1 whirJi aeeare and sweetly h« enjoys,

far beyuad a prinoa's deiicates,

s vmnde spMrkUnf in a (olden cup,

B body Oiiuched in a cunoos bed,

lien o«re, ntnArust, and treasuu wait on him.

irwM. BmUt m Sim that hat kUM hit fktker,

dr offg imt in tke dead bodp.
iom. ni Mowa the wind, tliat urudta nnhody —
M Kjjia. wbow hand to hand I sbiw in fiffht,
/ he poaaeaned with aonie siure of cruwus:
J I. that baply take them fnau him now,
r yet era lUKht yieki oou* my life and thuro
Siiitie ama mlam, tm thw dead mau dolh me.—
o's tiiw r— O God i It IS my father's fec«,
cMJt la thia eoudict 1 uu'wares have kiU'd.
t-wvy tiniaa, becettinff such eveiit« I
to UmmIuo by Uie king was I pnras'd Ibrth ;
tatltor, beiiif tbeearl of Warwick's man.
Ml tm Utm pMrt of Y<irfc, preas'd hy his n
I, «*lio Ml ins bauds n-oeiv'd ny 1

Have hy my hands of life bereaved him.—
pHrdon me*. God ! I knew nut what 1 did !—
And pardon. fHther, for I knew uoi thee I—
My Tears sliall wipe awav these bloody marks:
And no nioie worua, till iney have flow'd their ^11.
K. Hen. O piteous spectacle ! O bhiody times !
Whilst liiKiN wur. and Imttle for their dens.
Poor hsrniiess lambs ubule their enmity —
Weep, wretched num. I'll akl thee, tear for tear ;
And let our hearts, and eyes, like civil war.
Be blind with lean, and break o'eicharif'd with

Enter a Fkther, who ktu kitted hit Son, with tkt
bodfin hit arms.

Phtk. Thou that eo stoatly hast resisted me,
Give me thv gold, if thou hast any Kold :
For I have bought it with un hundred bhiws —
But let me see :— is this our foeman's feoe t
Ah, no, no, no. If b mine only simi !—
Ah. boy. if any life be left in thee.
Throw up thine eye : see, see, what showers arise.
Blown with the windy tempest of my heart
Upon thy wounds, that kill mine eye and heart I—
O. pity, God, this iniaera^ile age!—
What stratagems, how fell, how hutoherty,
EmmeiHw. mutinous, and unnatural.
'I*his deadly quarrel diiiiy doth beget 1 —
O hoy. thy father gave tliee life too simmi.
And liath bereft thee of thy life too hite !

K. Hen, Woe above woel gnef more than oom-
mon crief !
O, that my deal h would stay theae ruthful deedat—
O pity. pity, gentle hesiveo, pity!—
The red ruae and the white are on his face,
I'lie fatal colours of our striving houwes :
1'he one, his purple blood nght well membled;
'I'he other, his pale cheeks, metliinks, present :
Wither one rose, and let the other flourish !
If you contend, a thousand lives mutt wither.

Son. How wfll my mo' her, for h fether's death,
Tuke on with me. and ne'er he satisfied f

Fath. How will my wife, for slaughter of my aon.
Sited M?us of tears, and ne'er be sutified T

K. Hen. How wUl the country, fer these arofut
Miothink the king, and not be satisfled T

Son. Was ever aon. so rued a (Miller's death f

fitth Whs ever fiither. so hemoiiu'd a ami f

K. Hen, Was ever king, s6 griev'd for suhiectsP
Mncli » voar sorrow ; mine, ten times as much.

Son I II hear thee beure, where I nuur werp
my All. [ EzU, with the tndf.

Pitth. 'I'hrae am«of mine sliall he thy wiudiuc-
My heart, sweet hoy. slull be thy sepulchre;
For fnMii my lieart thine image ne'er shall gi\
My sigliing bniiu4 slmll lie thy fuii«nd Iwil ;
And BO otwequiouM will thy father he.
Sad for the loss of thee, huvinc no naire.
As Pruuii was for all his valiunl sons
I'll hear thee lieuoe; ami let liiem (iKht that will^
For 1 have munler'd where 1 Bhoiild not kill.

[tCxit, with the b^.

K. Hen, Sad-hearted men. much overgone wKh
Here ails a king more woful tluui you are.

Atammt : Exntrtiont. Enter Queen Margaret
Prince of Wales, and Exeter.

Prmce. Fly, feltiar, fly I lor all your a.'cnds are
And Warwick races like a ehsfed bull:
Away ! for death duth hold us in punrart.


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(iaeen JVar^are/.— Mount you, my lord ; towards Berwick post amain
Edward and iiichard, like a brace of grey hou ads
HavinK the fearful flyiug hare in sight.
With flery eyes sparkling for very wrath,
And bloody steel grasp'd in their ireful hands,
Are at our backs*, and therefore heuce amain

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Prime* If (hat be ri^fat, which Warwick aayt ia
There is wi wnwg. bat every thin^ ia rfa^t.

Rxk, Whoever got thee, there thy mother
For. well I wot, thoa hast thy mother's tooirae.

QL Jtfor. But thuu art iieiilier like tliy sire uor
Kat like a fuul tuiMhapen stigmaUck, {jlmm ;
Uark'd iiy tlie destiuies to be avoided.
As veouw UmmI*. or lizards* drendful stiiiKa.

Et<k. Inm of Naples, hid with Euglish gUt,
WhiNH5 father bean the tJtle of a king,
(As if a cliuunel should b« call'd the sea,)
i»h«ui*«t Ukiu u«it. kaowing wheone thou art ex-

To kit thy hjogue detect thy l«se-bora heart t

Edm. A wisp of straw were worth a thousand
Tu make ibis shameless callet know herseUl—
lleieu uf Ureeoe was liurer (ar thua thou,
AitUiiUKh thy husband may be Ueaelaus;
And iM*er was Agamemuou's brother wroog'd
By that fidxe woman, as this king by thee,
lbs Ikiher revell'd in the heart of l-ranoe.
And lam'd ihe king, and made the dauphin stoop;
And bad he lualch d aooordmg tu bis slate,
he iiiucht have kept that glury to ibis day :
But wbeu lie took a beggar to his bed.
And grac'd iby poor sire with bu bndal day ;
Lveu then that sunshine brew'd a shower for him;
That wash'd boi father's fortunes ibrtli of Fmuoe,
And beap'd aedi iun on his crown at borne.
For what bath brouch'd itus tumult, but thy pride 1
Hadst thou been meek, our title still had alept :
Aud we, in pity ui the gentle kmg.
Had sli|»p*d our claim until another age.

iitu. But, when we saw oar suushiue made tJiy
And that thy summer bred ns no inereaaa.
Wo set the axe to thy usurping root :
And ihoogh the ed^e hath suuieUiiug bitonrselves.
Yet. know tliou. since we buve begun Ui slnkt*,
We'U never leave, till we have hewn tliee down,
Oi balh'd thy growing witli our heated bloiida.

Ea». And, in this resolutiou. I defy thee ;
Nut willing any longer ouidereiice,
Since tiiou deny'st tne gentle king to speak.—
huund trunipttu !— let our biundy colours wave I—
Aud either victoiv, or «be a grave.

g. illcr. 2>Uiy, £dward. [stay ;

Edvt. No, wrauglujg woman; we'll no kiuger
These words will cost t«u thounnd lives to-day.

SCENE m— it FMi qf BattU betmm Towtoo
and Saxton m Yorkshire.
Alarmu: Exatrstaiu. Enter Warwick.
Wor. Forspent with tod, as runners with a race,
I lay lue down a litile while to breathe :
Fur strokes receiv'd, aud many blows repaid.
Have rubb'd my stioiig-knit sinews of their


And, spOe of spite, needs must I rest awhile.

Bmttr Edward, nmmimg.

Edw. Smile, gentle heaven! or strike, ungentle

deaUi 1 (clouded.

For this wurld rrowns, and Edward^ sun is

IVor. >iow now. mjr lord! what bapT what

ht^ of guud I

Enter 0f>nrf9.
Geo. Our hap b Ities. our hope but sad despair;
Our muks are bnike. siid nun follow^ us :
\A hat OHinsel give yuu ! whither shall we fly ?

IActI1. >.

Edw. Bootless n flight, tlief Mlevr as with
wings :
And weak we are, and cannot shoe pvimnL

EmOr Ricliard.

Rack. Ah, Warwiek, why bast Uwo withdraws
Thy brslher's blood the thirsty earth hath drvnk,
Bmach'd with the steely point of ClOKird^ buwe:
And, in the very pangs of death, he cry'd.—
like to a dismal clangour heard from fiir.—
IVoraiidc teeen^el brotktr^ re o m ge m^ dmtkt
So underneath the hi-lly of their steeds.
That staiu'd their fetlocks in his smokiog blood.
The noble genl4«man gave op the gbo^t. [blood:

War. 'lliea let the earth he drunken with our
I'll kill my horse, becauae I will not fly.
Why stand we like soft-hearted women here.
Wailing our lossea, whiles the foe doth lage;
And look upon, as if the traged/
Were play'd in jest by cuuiitertetting actota T
Here on my knee 1 vow to God above,
I'll never pau«e again, never stand still,
I'ill either death bath dus'd these eyes of nsfaie.
Or ibrtuoe given me measura of revenge.

Edm. O Warwick, 1 do bead my knee with
And, in this vow, do chain my soni Co thine.—
And, ere my knee riae from the earthls ooU &ot,
I thniw my bands, mine eyes, my heart to thae,
Tliou setter up and olucker down of kings I
Beseeching thee.— if wiih thy will ii stands.
'I'hat to my foes this body must be prey,—
Yet that thy braxen gates of heaven may opi.
And give sweet pasaage to my siaful sonI !—
Now, lords, take leave nntd we meet agai^
Where^'er it be, in heaven, or on ehrth.

Rtek. Brother, give me thy band;— end,

Let me eiubiace thee in my weary arms :
L that did never weep, now melt with woe.
That winter should cut otf oar spring^liaM sa

H'er. Awsy, away i Once more, tweet fcirdi^

Geo. Lot us go all together to our troopa,
Aud give them leave tu fly ihat will not stay;
And call them pilhint, that will stand to us;
And, It' we thrive, promiss them such lewaidi
As victors wear at the Olympum gamea :
Tbis may plant courage in their quhiliag brsasts;
F«H- yet is hope of life, and virtiKy.->
Forendow no k«far, make we hencs amain.

SCENE IV. - Tke seme. AmoOer Pmt V A*


JEMrr Richaid «iW Cliflbid.

RkH Now, ailKird, I have singled thee alone '
Suppose tliiM arm is for the duke of York.
And this for Rutland; both bound Ui revenge,
Wert tlioo euviroii'd with a braxen vrall.

Cttf. Now. Hicliaol. 1 am with thee here alone :
This m the baud, that sUt*b'd tliv fatlier Y»rk ;
And this t be blind, that slow thy unKlier Rutland ;
Aud here's the heart, that inuiiiphs in their death.
And cheers these haiida. that slew thy sire aud
To execute the like upon thyself; (brother.

And so, have at iliee.

( Tketfivkl- Warwick enters ; aifEird JUu.

Rick. Nay, Warwick, siugte out simdo oth«
For I iQyself will hunt this wolf to death


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ynad«rVi 'he bead tsi that arch-enemy,

Tim Mrijxiit lu be enoompnm'd wiih yuar crown:

Doth wit itaa ut^ cheer your heart, my lord I

K. Btn. Ay, as ihe rooks cheer them that fear
their wreck ;—
To wt this iifht. It irka my rery aoaL-*
Withhold revemte. drar Giid I 'tis not my fktdt,
N«iC wiuiaflf have I iuftinit'd my tow.

CHf. My imtciottf Ueae. thia ton maeh lenity
And harmful pity must be laid aaide.
Tu whom du (loia cast their Rentle looks T
Niit to the beait tbat wuokl nsorp their den.
Wboaa hand is that, the forest bear d<itit Udi T
Not hk that spoils her yuanf before her fiaoe.
WIki 'seapas (be larking aerpeufs mortal sting T
Not be that seta bis foiil apon her back.
1'he ■mailest worm will tarn, belmr trodden on {
And duvcs will peck, in safefraiml of their brood.


Ambitiooi York did level at thy ctowOf

Thoa sroibng. while he knit his angry brows :

He. bat n duke, wuold have his sun a king,

And raiao hia isaae, like a loviiig sirs :

Jlmo, being a king. Idess'd with a goodly son,

Didat yiskl oonneut tu disinherit him.

Which argosd lliee a iiNwt unloring fiither.

UnraawKMble creatures feed their young :

And thougli man's fiioe be fearful tu tbeir eyeo.

Vet. in proieottuii of tbeir tender ones.

Who hath not seen them (even wii4) tboee wfawa

A'bich sometime they have need with fearful

fake war with him that cUmb'd unto their nost,

Xferiog their own hve<4 hi their youngs' defence f

or shame, my liege, make tbem your prsoedent I

Vera it nui ptty. that thia coodly buy

Uoukl loae his birthright by bis fatber'a fiiolt ;

nd iung hereafter any uuto bis child.—

Vhat wtf grtalfroMl/aUier and pramlmrt 0Of,

fjr eardeu Jmtker fomdt§ itawt aaaaf 1

h. what a abame were litis I Louk on the boy ;

nd let hia manly fooe, which prumiseth

Kocasaful fortune, steel thy melting heart.

u lM»kJ thine own. and leave thine own wkh him.

K. Hen. Full well hath Clidord play'd tbe untiur,

femoa anpnuents uf mighty force.

jt. ClilK*ru, tell lue, didst tb«Hi never liear^-^

lat thinas III gut had ever bad suonuas*

Hi iiapi>y ulwaya wan it fur tb tt aim,

liuwe fitlier fur hn h«iardiiig went to hell T

I leave my son aiv virtuous deeds behind :
mJ 'would, my fittber had left roe no more I
r ail tlie raet is hekl at such a rate,
bnujpt a thousand-fukl mure care to keep,
an in pusa uea iom any jut of pleasure

, ooumu Yurki 'wuukl thy baat frienda dkl

w It (kilh fsriB^9 me that thy head is here I
I. Mar. My kml, cheer up your spirits; oar fiiea

are uigh,
J this soft ouurage makea your fbHowen fiiinU

II pr^Muis'il knighthood to onr forward sun;
ifieMita yuor sword, and dub him preaently.'-
vtinJ. kuoel down.

' Hen. £(lwanl Plantagenet, artae a kniglit ;
I lewru than lesson :— Draw thy sword in right.
njM3R My gracious fiither. by your kingly leave,
J raw ic as apparent to the crown,
ill tluit qoarrel use it to the diiath.
Et/- Wlijr. tliat ia qmken like a toward prince.

rs9. Rnjral oomoandari. be in rsadfaieai :
with a band of thirty thonsaod man,
es Warwick, faaeki^ of the doke of Torlt ;
in Uaa tuwna. as tbqr do nMrdi aloag,

Proolaima him king, and many fly tu him \
Darraign you battle, for they ars Ht hniid.

OiS' I would, your higliness would depart Uii
The ttpeen hath best success when vuo are abaeot.

Q. Mv. Ay, good my lord, and leave us to uv
fortune. [Ill stay.

Jf. Am. Why, that's my fnrtdne tun; therefora

JVbrflk Be it with resolutiim then to fight.

/VMee My royal fether.rheer these noble lonia,
And hearten thusa that fight in your defence :
Unsheath yonr sword, guod father; cry, Aitef


UardK. SnUr Edward. Owrrtiet lUchard. War>
WMik, Norfolk, Montague, and Soldiers.

jAiio. Now. peijur'd Henry I wilt thuu kneel
And est thy diadem upon my head: [Air grace,
Or bide the mortal fortune of the fiekl t

Q. Mar. Ou, rate thy minions, proud insulting
Beoimes it thee tu be thus bold in terms, [boy I
Before thy sovereign, and thy lawful kingT

lEtfis. I am his king, and he should bow his knee;
I was adopted heir Tiy his OHisent :
Since when, his oath ia broke ; for, as I hear.
You -« that are king, though be do wear the

Have caua'd him, bv new act of parliament,
Tu blot otit me, and put his own son hi.

CHf. And reason too;
Who should succeed the fatlier but the aon T

Kick. Are you there, butclierf— O, I cannot
speak I [thee.

Clif. Ay. crook'liack ; here I stand, to answer
Or any he the immdest of thy sort. [it not T

Rich. Twaa vuu that kill'd vuuiig Rutland, wua

Clif. Av, ami old York, and yet not satisfy'd.

iiicA For Uod's sake, lords, give signal to th«
figiit. [the crown T

War. Whataav'st thou, Henry, wilt thou yiekl

Q Mar. Why, how now, long-tongu'd Warwick,
dare you speak T
When you and I met at Saint Alban's last,
Your legs did lietier service than jruur bands.

War. Then 'twas my turn to fly, ami now 'tis
thine. [fled.

CUf Yuu Mdd so much before, and yet yoo

H^or. Twas not your valour, Cliffiird, drove me
thence. [j-ou stay.

Norlh. Nu. nor your manhood, that durst make

Rtcfi N«»rthumbiBrland, I liold thee reverently;—
Break utf the parle ; for scarce I can refrain
The execuiioii uf my big-swolu heart
Upon that Cliflbnl. that cruel child-killer.

Ctif. I slew thy father: Call'st thou him a
child? [coward.

Sick. Ay. like a dastard, and a treaclierous
As thou didst kdt our tender brnther Rutland :
But. ere snn-aet, I'll make thee curae the deed.

K. Hm. Have d«a»e with wurda, my lords, and
hear me apeak. [lipa.

Q. Mar. Defy them then, or else hokl cluee thy

K. Hen. I pr'ythee. give no liiiiits to my tongue ,
I »m a king, aial privileg'd to speak.

r:itr. My liege, Uie wound, thai bred this n
Cannoi be cnr'd by words ; there6>rs he still.

RicK 1'hen. executioner, onshentb thy sword :
Bv him that made m all, I am reaolv'd,
lliat ClUfiml's inanhuod lit« upon his tongtie.

Bdw. Say. Henry, ahall I have mv right or not
A^ thousand men have bmke their fasts to-day,

That ne'er ahall dine, unless thou yield tlie crowa.
War. -If thou deny, their blood upon thy ' '
For York in jiMtioa puts hia armour oa.

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To weep, ia to make leas the depth of grief:
Teere, then, for babes; blowa, and rerenge for

Richanl, I bear thy name. HI *Tenge thj death.
Or Uie reaowned by atteaipting iL rthee ;

Bdw. His iianie that valiani duke hath left with
His dukedom and his ctiair with me is left.

Rirh. Nay, if thou be that prinoely eagle's bird, .
Sihow thy desoeiil by gazing 'g»>"**^ ^he sun :
For chair and dukedom, throne and kiucdom say;
f£ilher that is thine, or else thou wert not his.

March. Enter Warwick and Montague, with

War. How now. fair lords T What (are T what
news abroud T [count

Rich. Great lord of Warwick, if we should re-
Our tialeful news, ami. at each word's deliverance,
Slab poniards in our flesh, till all were told.
The words would add more anguish tlmn the

rnliant lord, the duke of York is slain.

£^. Warwick ! Warwick! that Plantagenet
Which held thee dearly as his soul's redemption.
Is br the siem hird Clifford done to death.

War. Ten days ago I drown'd these news in
And now, lo add more measure to your wnes,

1 come to tell you things since then liefall'ii.
After the bloody fray ai Wakeiield fought.
Where your brave tather breath'd his latest gaq>,

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