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Ay, marry, sir, now looks he like a king!
possessions. And, at length having thus scorned hym with these and
diverse other the like despitefull woordes, they strooke off his heade,
which (as ye have heard) they presented to the queen.”
But, God he knows, thy share thereof is small.
1 Government, in the language of the time, signified evenness of temper, and decency of manners. 2 Passions for griefs.
Yea, even my foes will shed fast-falling tears,
death. [Stabbing him. Q. Mar. And here’s to right our gentle-hearted king. [Stabbing him.
York. Open thy gate of mercy, gracious God! ‘My soul flies through these wounds to seek out thee. . [Dies. Q. Mar. Off with his head, and set it on York gates; So York may overlook the town of York." [Ea.eunt.
1 This gallant prince fell by his own imprudence, in consequence of leading an army of only five thousand men to engage with twenty thousand, and not waiting for the arrival of his son, the earl of March, with a large body of Welshmen. He and Cecily his wife, with his son Edmund, earl of Rutland, were originally buried in the chancel of Fotheringay church. Peacham, in his Complete Gentleman, 1627, p. 153, gives an account of the destruction of their monuments, of the disinterment, &c., and of their reinterment in the church, by command of queen Elizabeth, under a mean monument of plaster.
fordshire. Drums. * ,
SCENE I. A Plain near Mortimer's Cross in Here.
Enter EDWARD and RICHARD, with their Forces, - - marching. * Edw. I wonder how our princely father 'scaped; * Or whether he be 'scaped away, or no, *From Clifford's and Northumberland's pursuit. * Had he been ta'en, we should have heard the news; Had he been slain, we should have heard the news; * Or, had he 'scaped, methinks we should have heard * The happy tidings of his good escape. ‘How fares my brother P why is he so sad? Rich. I cannot joy, until I be resolved Where our right valiant father is become. * I saw him in the battle range about; ‘And watched him how he singled Clifford forth. * Methought he bore him in the thickest troop, As doth a lion in a herd of meat; * Or as a bear encompassed round with dogs; *Who having pinched a few, and made them cry, * The rest stand all aloof, and bark at him. * So fared our father with his enemies; * So fled his enemies my warlike father; * Methinks 'tis prize enough to be his son. See how the morning opes her golden gates, And takes her farewell of the glorious sun * How well resembles it the prime of youth, * Trimmed like a younker, prancing to his love Edw. Dazzle mine eyes, or do I see three suns f Rich. Three glorious suns, each one a perfect sun;” Not separated with the racking clouds," But severed in a pale, clear-shining sky. See, see they join, embrace, and seem to kiss, As if they vowed some league inviolable; Now are they but one lamp, one light, one sun. In this the heaven figures some event. * Edw. 'Tis wondrous strange, the like yet never heard of. I think it cites us, brother, to the field; That we, the sons of brave Plantagenet, * Each one already blazing by our meeds,” Should, notwithstanding, join our lights together, ‘And overshine the earth, as this the world. * Whate’er it bodes, henceforward will I bear Upon my target three fair-shining suns. * Rich. Nay, bear three daughters;–by your leave I speak it; *You love the breeder better than the male.
1 Prize is here again used for estimation.
2 This circumstance is mentioned both by Hall and Holinshed. “At which tyme the sun (as some write) appeared to the earl of March like three summes, and sodainely joyned altogether in one; upon whiche sight hee tooke such courage, that he fiercely setting on his enemyes put them to flight; and for this cause menne ymagined that he gave the sun in his full bryghtnesse for his badge or cognizance.—Holinshed. 1. i. e. the clouds floating before the wind like a reek or vapor. This verb, though now obsolete, was formerly in common use; and it is now orovincially common to speak of the rack of the weather. 2 Meed anciently signified merit as well as reward.
Enter a Messenger.
* But what art thou, whose heavy looks foretell * Some dreadful story hanging on thy tongue? Mess. Ah, one that was a woful looker on, When as the noble duke of York was slain, * Your princely father, and my loving lord. * Edw. O, speak no more 1 for I have heard too . much. * Rich. Say how he died, for I will hear it all. * Mess. Environed he was with many foes; * And stood against them as the hope of Troy * Against the Greeks, that would have entered Troy. *But Hercules himself must yield to odds; *And many strokes, though with a little axe,