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their den. Whose hand is that the forest bear doth lick? Not his, that spoils her young before her face. Who ’scapes the lurking serpent's mortal sting ? Not he, that sets his foot upon her back. The smallest worm will turn, being trodden on; · And doves will peck, in safeguard of their brood. Ambitious York did level at thy crown, Thou smiling, while he knit his He, but a duke, would have his son a king, And raise his issue, like a loving sire; Thou, being a king, bless'd with a goodly son, Didst yield consent to disinherit him, • Which argued thee a most unloving father. Unreasonable creatures feed their young: And though man's face be fearful to their eyes, Yet, in protection of their tender ones, Who hath not seen them (even with those wings • Which sometime they have us’d with fearful flight), Make war with him that climb'd unto their nest, Offering their own lives in their young's defence ? For shame, my liege, make them your precedent ! Were it not pity that this goodly boy Should lose his birthright by his father's fault; And long hereafter say unto his child, What my great grandfather and grandsire got, My careless father fondly gave away? Ah, what a shame were this! Look on the boy; And let his manly face, which promiseth Successful fortune, steel thy melting heart, To hold thine own, and leave thine own with him.
K. Hen. Full well hath Clifford play'd the orator, Inferring arguments of mighty force.
But, Clifford, tell me, didst thou never hear,— That things ill got had ever bad success ?
And happy always was it for that son,
As brings a thousand-fold more care to keep, • Than in possession any jot of pleasure. Ah, cousin York! 'would thy best friends did know, • How it doth grieve me that thy head is here ! • Q. Mar. My lord, cheer up your spirits; our
foes are nigh, · And this soft courage makes your followers faint. • You promis'd knighthood to our forward son; • Unsheath your sword, and dub him presently.Edward, kneel down.
K. Hen. Edward Plantagenet, arise a knight; And learn this lesson,-Draw thy sword in right.
Prince. My gracious father, by your kingly leave, I'll draw it as apparent to the crown, And in that quarrel use it to the death. Clif. Why, that is spoken like a toward prince.
Enter a Messenger, Mess. Royal commanders, be in readiness: • For, with a band of thirty thousand men, Comes Warwick, backing of the duke of York; And, in the towns as they do march along, Proclaims him king, and many fly to him: • Darraign your battles, for they are at hand.
? The king quotes two proverbs; the one— Ill gotten goods never prosper; the other— Happy the child whose father went to the devil. This last he must be supposed to use interrogatively, as disputing the truth of it: 'Was it always happy for that son ? &c. This interpretation sets the king's reasoning right.
3 i.e. arrange your host, put your host in order. Darraign is used by Chaucer, Skelton, and Spenser. Thus also in Guy Earl of Warwick, a Tragical History, 1661:
Darraign our battles, and begin the fight.'
Clif. I would, your highness would depart the
queen hath best success when you are absent*. Q. Mar. Ay, good my lord, and leave us to our
fortune. K. Hen. Why, that's my fortune too; therefore
North. Be it with resolution then to fight.
Prince. My royal father, cheer these noble lords, And hearten those that fight in your
defence: Unsheath your sword, good father;
George! March. Enter EDWARD, GEORGE, RICHARD,
WARWICK, NORFOLK, MONTAGUE, and Soldiers. · Edw. Now, perjur'd Henry! wilt thou kneel
And set thy diadem upon my
head; * Or bide the mortal fortune of the field ? Q. Mar. Go, rate thy minions, proud insulting
boy! · Becomes it thee to be thus bold in terms, * Before thy sovereign, and thy lawful king?
Edw. I am his king, and he should bow his knee; I was adopted heir by his consent; Since when, his oath is broke); for, as I hear,
4 • Happy was the queene in her two battayls, but unfortunate was the king in all his enterprises; for where his person was present the victorie fledde ever from him to the other parte.'Hall's Chronicle. Henry VI. fol. c. Drayton has enlarged upon this superstitious belief in his Miseries of Queen Margaret.
5 Edward's argument is founded on an article said to have been in the compact between Henry and the duke of York: • That if the king did closely or apertly studye or go about to compass or imagine the death or destruction of the sayde duke or bis blood, then he to forfet the crowne, and the duke of Yorke to take it.'-Hall. If this had been one of the articles of the
own son in.
You—that are king, though he do wear the crown,-
and put his Clif. And reason too; Who should succeed the father, but the son ? ^ Rich. Are you there, butcher ?—0, I cannot
speak! Clif. Ay, crookback; here I stand to answer
thee, • Or any he the proudest of thy sort. Rich. 'Twas you that kill'd young Rutland, was
it not? Clif. Ay, and old York, and yet not satisfied. Rich. For God's sake, lords, give signal to the
fight. War. What say'st thou, Henry, wilt thou yield
the crown? Q. Mar. Why, how now, long-tongu'd Warwick?
dare you speak? When
and I met at St. Albans last, Your legs did better service than your
thence. • North. No, nor your manhood, that durst make
you stay. Rich. Northumberland, I hold thee reverently;Break off the parle; for scarce I can refrain The execution of my big-swoln heart Upon that Clifford, that cruel child-killer.
Clif. I slew thy father: Call'st thou him a child ?
compact, the duke having been killed at Wakefield, his eldest son would now have a title to the crown; but Malone doubts whether it ever made part of that agreement. The poet followed Hall.
Rich. Ay, like a dastard, and a treacherous coward, As thou didst kill our tender brother Rutland; But, ere sunset, I'll make thee curse the deed. K. Hen. Have done with words, my lords, and
hear me speak. Q. Mar. Defy them then, or else bold close thy lips.
K. Hen. I prythee, give no limits to my tongue; I am a king, and privileg'd to speak. Clif. My liege, the wound, that bred this meeting
here, Cannot be cur'd by words; therefore be still.
Rich. Then, executioner, unsheath thy sword: By him that made us all, I am resolv’do, • That Clifford's manhood lies upon
his tongue. • Edw. Say, Henry, shall I have my right, or no ? A thousand men have broke their fasts to-day, That ne'er shall dine, unless thou yield the crown.
War. If thou deny, their blood upon thy head; For York in justice puts his armour on. Prince. If that be right, which Warwick says
is right, There is no wrong, but every thing is right.
Rich. Whoever got thee, there thy mother stands; For, well I wot, thou hast thy mother's tongue.
Q. Mar. But thou art neither like thy sire, nor dam; But like a foul misshapen stigmatick, Mark’d by the destinies? to be avoided, • As venom toads, or lizards' dreadful stings.
Rich. Iron of Naples, hid with English gilt 8, Whose father bears the title of a king, (As if a channel should be call’d the sea),
6 It is my firm persuasion. 7 See the Second Part of King Henry VI. Act v. Sc. 1, p. 255, 8 Gilt is a superficial covering of gold.
? A channel in the poet's time signified what we now call a kennel; which word is still pronounced channel in the north.