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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 WAR. Body.
that the queen
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
course, . And we are grac'd with wreaths of victory. • But, in the midst of this bright-shining day, • I spy a black, suspicious, threat’ning cloud, • That will encounter with our glorious sun, • Ere he attain his easeful western bed: • I mean, my lords, --those
powers, • Hath rais'd in Gallia, have arriv'd' our coast, • 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 vapours up; For
every cloud engenders not a storm. * Glo. The queen is valu'd thirty thousand strong, • And Somerset, with Oxford, fled to her; • If she have time to breathe, be well assur’d, Her faction will be full as strong as ours.
K. Edw. We are advértis’d by our loving friends, That they do hold their course toward Tewksbury;
1 Arriv'd is here used in an active form. Thus in Julius Cæ
But ere we could arrive the point proposed,
Cæsar cry'd, Help me, Cassius, or I sink.' And in Coriolanus :
- and now arriving
A place of potency.'
ere he arrive
• We having now the best at Barnet field, • Will thither straight, For willingness rids way; • And, as we march, our strength will be augmented In every county as we go along. Strike up the drum; cry-Courage! and away.
SCENE IV. Plains near Tewksbury.
March. Enter QUEEN MARGARET, PRINCE ED
WARD, SOMERSET, OXFORD, and Soldiers. * Q. Mar. Great lords, wise men ne'er sit and
wail their loss, * But cheerly seek how to redress their harms. • What though the mast be now blown overboard, • The cable broke, the holding anchor lost, • And half our sailors swallow'd in the flood ? • Yet lives our pilot still: Is't meet, that he
Should leave the helm, and, like a fearful lad, * With tearful eyes add water to the sea, • And give more strength to that which hath too
mucho; * Whiles, in his moan, the ship splits on the rock, * Which industry and courage might have sav'd ? * Ah, what a shame! ah, what a fault were this !
Say, Warwick was our anchor! What of that? • And Montague our top-mast; What of him?
This speech in the original play is expressed in eleven lines. Malone thinks its extraordinary expansion into thirty-seven linės a decisive proof that the old play was the production of some writer who preceded Shakspeare.
? Thus Jaques moralizing upon the weeping stag in As You Like It, Act i. Sc. 2:
Thou mak'st a testament
To that which has too much.'
• Our slaughter'd friends the tackles; What of these?
Why, is not Oxford here another anchor? * And Somerset another goodly mast; • The friends of France our shrouds and tacklings?
And, though unskilful, why not Ned and I • For once allow'd the skilful pilot's charge? • We will not from the helm, to sit and weep; * But keep our course, though the rough wind say—
no, * From shelves and rocks that threaten us with wreck. As good to chide the waves, as speak them fair. * And what is Edward, but a ruthless sea ? * What Clarence, but a quicksand of deceit? * And Richard, but a ragged fatal rock? * All these the enemies to our poor
bark. Say, you can swim; alas, 'tis but a while: * Tread on the sand; why, there you quickly sink : * Bestride the rock; the tide will wash you off, * Or else
you famish, that's a threefold death. * This speak I, lords, to let you understand, * In case some one of you would fly from us, * That there's no hop’d-for mercy with the brothers, * More than with ruthless waves, with sands, and
rocks. * Why, courage, then! what cannot be avoided, * 'Twere childish weakness to lament, or fear.
Prince. Methinks, a woman of this valiant spirit * Should, if a coward heard her speak these words, * Infuse his breast with magnanimity, * And make him, naked, foil a man at arms. I speak not this, as doubting any here: For, did I but suspect a fearful man, • He should have leave to go away betimes;
Lest, in our need, he might infect another, • And make him of like spirit to himself. • If any such be here, as God forbid ! • Let him depart, before we need his help.
Oxf. Women and children of so high a courage! And warriors faint! why, 'twere perpetual shame.• 0, brave young prince! thy famous grandfather Doth live again in thee; Long may'st thou live, To bear his image, and renew his glories !
• Som. And he, that will not fight for such a hope, • Go home to bed, and like the owl by day, • If he arise, be mock'd and wonder'd' at. * Q. Mar. Thanks, gentle Somerset:-sweet Ox
ford, thanks. * Prince. And take his thanks, that yet hath nothing else.
Enter a Messenger. Mess. Prepare you, lords, for Edward is at hand, Ready to fight; therefore be resolute.
Oxf. I thought no less: it is his policy, • To haste thus fast, to find us unprovided.
Som. But he's deceiv’d, we are in readiness.
forwardness. Oxf. Here pitch our battle, hence we will not
budge. March. Enter, at a distance, King EDWARD,
CLARENCE, GLOSTER, and Forces. • K. Edw. Brave followers 3, yonder stands the
thorny wood, • Which, by the heavens' assistance, and your
strength, • Must by the roots be hewn up yet ere night. * I need not add more fuel to your fire,
For, well I wot*, ye blaze to burn them out: * Give signal to the fight, and to it, lords.
3 This scene is ill contrived, in which the king and queen appear at once on the stage at the head of opposing armies. It had been easy to make one retire before the other entered.-Johnson.
Q. Mar. Lords, knights, and gentlemen, what I
My tears gainsays; for every word I speak,
I drink the water of mine eyes. • Therefore, no more but this :-Henry, your sove
reign, • Is prisoner to the foe; his state usurp'd, · His realm a slaughterhouse, his subjects slain, • His statutes cancell'd, and his treasure spent; * And yonder is the wolf, that makes this spoil. • You fight in justice: then, in God's name, lords, • Be valiant, and give signal to the fight.
[Exeunt both Armies.
SCENE V. Another Part of the same.
Then enter KING EDWARD, CLARENCE, Glos-
• K. Edw. Now, here a period of tumultuous broils.
Oxf. For my part, I'll not trouble thee with words. • Šom. Nor I, but stoop with patience to my for
tune. Exeunt OxF. and Som. guarded. * Q. Mar. So part we sadly in this troublous world, * To meet with joy in sweet Jerusalem. * K. Edw. Is proclamation made,-that who finds
Edward, * Shall have a high reward, and he his life?
* Glo. It is: and lo, where youthful Edward comes. 5 Unsay, deny.
1 A castle in Picardy, where Oxford was confined for many years.
2 See note 6, on p. 370.