Now ftops thy fpring, my fea fhall fuck them dry, SCENE, before the Town of Coventry. Enter Warwick, the Mayor of Coventry, two Meffengers and others, upon the walls. WE WARWICK. Here is the poft, that came from valiant Oxford? How far hence is thy Lord, mine honeft fellow ? 1 Mef. By this at Dunfmore, marching hither-ward. War. How far off is our brother Montague? Where is the poft, that came from Montague? 2 Mef. By this at Daintry, with a puiffant troop. Enter Somerville. War. Say, Somerville, what fays my loving fon? And by thy guess how nigh is Clarence now? Somerv. At Southam I did leave him with his forces, And do expect him here fome two hours hence. War. Then Clarence is at hand, I hear his drum. Somerv. It is not his, my Lord: here Southam lies: The drum, your honour hears, marcheth from Warwick. War. Who fhould that be? belike, unlook'd-for friends. March. Flourish. Enter King Edward, Gloucefter, and Soldiers. K. Edw. Go, trumpet, to the walls, and found a parle. Glo. See, how the furly Warwick mans the wall. War. Oh, unbid fpight! is fportful Edward come? Where flept our fcouts, or how are they feduc'd, That we could hear no news of his repair? K. Edw. Now, Warwick, wilt thou ope the eity-gates, Speak gentle words, and humbly bend thy knee, Call Edward King, and at his hands beg mercy. ? And he fhall pardon thee these outrages. War. Nay, rather, wilt thou draw thy forces hence, Confefs who fet thee up and pluck'd thee down, Call Warwick patron, and be penitent? And thou shalt ftill remain the Duke of York. Glo. I thought, at leaft, he would have said the King; Or did he make the jeft 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 fervice for fo good a gift. : War.'Twas I, that gave the Kingdom to thy brother. K. Ed. Why, then 'tis mine, if but by Warwick's gift. War. Thou art no Atlas for fo great a weight And, weakling, Warwick takes his gift again; And Henry is my King, Warwick his fubject. K. Edw. But Warwick's King is Edward's prifoner: And, gallant Warwick, do but answer this, What is the body when the head is off? Glo. Alas! that Warwick had no more fore-cast, But while he thought to fteal the fingle ten, The King was flily finger'd from the deck: You left poor Henry at the Bishop's palace, And, ten to one, you'll meet him in the Tower. K. Edw. 'Tis even fo; yet you are Warwick ftill. Glo. Come, Warwick, take the time, kneel down, kneel down: Nay, i Nay, when? ftrike now, or else the iron cools. Than bear fo low a fail, to ftrike to thee. K. Edw. Sail, how thou canft; have wind and tide This hand, faft wound about thy coal-black hair, Enter Oxford, with drum and colours.. War. O chearful colours! fee, where Oxford comes! Glo. The gates are open, let us enter too. Enter Montague, with drum and colours. Mont. Montague! Montague! for Lancaster! Enter Somerfet, with drum and colours. Som. Somerfet! Somerfet! for Lancaster! Enter Clarence, with drum and colours. War. And lo! where George of Clarence fweeps 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 call. [A Parley is founded; Richard and Clarence whisper together; and then Clarence takes his red rofe out of bis hat, and throws it at Warwick.] (9) Cla. Father of Warwick, know you what this means? Look, here, I throw my infamy at thee: I will not ruinate my father's house, Who gave his blood to lime the ftones together, That, to deferve well at my brother's hands, (9) A Parley is fourded, &c.] This neceffary Note of Direction," which explains the Matter in Action, I restored from the old Quarts. And, without it, it is impoffible that any Reader can guefs at the Meaning of this Line of Clarence; Lock, here I throw my Infamy at Thee. K. Edw. K.E. Now, welcome more, and ten times more belov'd, Than if thou never hadft deferv'd our hate. Glo. Welcome, good Clarence, this is brother-like. K. Edw. What, Warwick, wilt thou leave the town Or fhall we beat the ftones about thine ears? War. Alas, I am not coop'd here for defence; I will away towards Barnet presently, And bid thee battle, Edward, if thou dar'ft. K.Ed. Yes, Warwick, Edward dares, and leads the way: Lords, to the field; St. George and victory! [Exeunt. March. Warwick and his Company follow. SCENE, a Field of Battle near Barnet. Alarm and Excurfions. Enter Edward, bringing forth Warwick wounded. K. Edw. O, lie thou there: die thou, and die our fear : For Warwick was a bug, that fcar'd us all, Now, Montague, fit faft, I feek for thee; That Warwick's bones may keep thine company. [Exit. My blood, my want of ftrength, my fick heart fhews Whofe top branch over-peer'd Jove's fpreading tree, To fearch the fecret treafons of the world. H 5 For |