Where slept our scouts, or how are they seduc'd, *K. Edw. 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. ' War. Nay, rather, wilt thou draw thy forces hence, Confess who set thee up and pluck'd thee down?— Call Warwick-patron, and be penitent, And thou shalt still remain the duke of York. Glo. I thought, at least, he would have said-thc 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. ' War. 'Twas I, that gave the kingdom to thy brother. K. Edw. Why, then 'tis mine, if but by Warwick's gift. < 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 prisoner: And, gallant Warwick, do but answer this,— What is the body, when the head is off? Glo. Alas, that Warwick had no more forecast, But, whiles he thought to steal the single ten, 'The king was slily 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 so; yet you are Warwick still. * Glo. Come, Warwick, take the time, kneel down, kneel down: * Nay, when? strike now, or else the iron cools. * War. 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.' * 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. 6 Enter OXFORD, with drum and colours. *War. O cheerful colours! 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: If not, the city, being but of small defence, 'We'll quickly rouse the traitors in the same. War. O, welcome, Oxford! for we want thy help. Enter MONTAGUE, with drum and colours. Mont. Montague, Montague, for Lancaster! [He and his Forces enter the city Glo. Thou and thy brother 'both shall buy this treason Even with the dearest blood your bodies bear. *K. Edw. The harder match'd, the greater victory; * My mind presageth happy gain, and conquest. Enter SOMERSET, with drum and colours. Som. Somerset, Somerset, for Lancaster! [He and his Forces enter the city. Glo. Two of thy name, both dukes of Somerset, Enter CLARENCE, with drum and colours. War. 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: * 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 the stones together, To bend the fatal instruments of war * Perhaps, thou wilt object my holy oath: * Than Jephtha's, when he sacrific'd his daughter. * That, to deserve well at my brother's hands, And, Richard, do not frown upon my faults, • K. Edw. Now welcome more, and ten times more belov'd, Than if thou never hadst deserv'd our hate. 'Glo. Welcome, good Clarence; this is brother-like War. O passing traitor, perjur'd, and unjust! K. Edw. What, Warwick, wilt thou leave the town, and fight? Or shall we beat the stones 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'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 thou there: die thou, and die our fear; * For Warwick was a bug, that fear'd us all. * Now, Montague, sit fast; I seek for thee, * That Warwick's bones may keep thine company. [Exit. * My blood, my want of strength, my sick heart shows, Whose arms gave shelter to the princely eagle, Whose top-branch overpeer'd Jove's spreading tree, * Have been as piercing as the mid-day sun, For who liv'd king, but I could dig his grave? Enter OXFORD and SOMERSET. * 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; Even now we heard the news: Ah, could'st thou fly! 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 glews my lips, and will not let me speak. * Come quickly, Montague, or I am dead. Som. Ah, Warwick, Montague hath breath'd 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, |