My tears gainsay; for every word I speak, "Ye see, I drink the water of mine eyes. 'Therefore, no more but this:-Henry, your sovereign, '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. Alarums: Excursions: and afterwards a Retreat. Then Enter King EDWARD, CLARENCE, GLOSTER, and Forces; with Queen MARGARET, OXFORD, and SOMERSET, Prisoners. 'K. Edw. Now, here a period of tumultuous broils. Away with Oxford to Hammes' castle 9 straight: For Somerset, off with his guilty head. Go, bear them hence; I will not hear them speak. Oxf. For my part, I'll not trouble thee with words. Som. Nor I, but stoop with patience to my fortune. [Exeunt OXFORD and SOMERSET, guarded. * Q. Mar. So part we sadly in this troublous world, * To meet with joy in sweet Jerusalem. 8 Unsay, deny. 9 A castle in Picardy. *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. Enter Soldiers, with Prince EDWARD. *K. Edw. Bring forth the gallant, let us hear him speak: * What! can so young a thorn begin to prick? Suppose, that I am now my father's mouth; ticoat, And ne'er have stol'n the breech from Lancaster. His currish riddles sort not with this place. Glo. By heaven, brat, I'll plague you for that word. Q. Mar. Ay, thou wast born to be a plague to men. Glo, For God's sake, take away this captive scold. The Prince calls Richard, for his crookedness, Æsop. Prince. Nay, take away this scolding crook-back rather. K. Edw. Peace, wilful boy, or I will charm a your tongue. Clar. Untutor'd lad, thou art too malapert. Prince. I know my duty, you are all undutiful: Lascivious Edward,and thou perjur'd George,And thou misshapen Dick,-I tell ye all, I am your better, traitors as ye are ; * And thou usurp'st my father's right and mine. K. Edw. Take that, the likeness of this railer here. [Stabs him. Glo. Sprawl'st thou? take that, to end thy agony. [GLO. stabs him. *Clar. And there's for twitting me with per jury. Q. Mar. O, kill me too! Glo. Marry, and shall. [CLAR. stabs him. [Offers to kill her. K. Edw. Hold, Richard, hold, for we have done too much. Glo. Why should she live, to fill the world with words?3 K. Edw. What! doth she swoon? use means for her recovery. Glo. Clarence, excuse me to the king my bro ther: 'I'll hence to London on a serious matter: 'Ere ye come there, be sure to hear some news. 2 i. e. I will compel you to be as silent as if you were deprived of speech by enchantment. 3 Dispute, contention. Clar. What? what? 6 Glo. The Tower, the Tower! [Exit. 'Q. Mar, O, Ned, sweet Ned! speak to thy mo ther, boy! Canst thou not speak!-O traitors! murderers!They, that stabb'd Cæsar, shed no blood at all, Did not offend, nor were not worthy blame, * If this foul deed were by, to equal it. 'He was a man; this, in respect, a child; And men ne'er spend their fury on a child. 'What's worse than murderer, that I may name it? * No, no; my heart will burst, an if I speak :* And I will speak, that so my heart may burst.* Butchers and villains, bloody cannibals ! *How sweet a plant have you untimely cropp'd! You have no children, butchers! if you had, 'The thought of them would have stirr'd up re morse: 'But, if you ever chance to have a child, Look in his youth to have him so cut off, 'As, deathsmen! you have rid this sweet young prince! K. Edw. Away with her; go, bear her hence perforce. Q. Mar. Nay, never bear me hence, despatch me here; Here sheath thy sword, I'll pardon thee my death: What! wilt thou not?-then, Clarence, do it thou. Clar. By heaven, I will not do thee so much ease. Q. Mar. Good Clarence, do; sweet Clarence, do thou do it. Clar. Didst thou not hear me swear, I would not do it. Q. Mar. Ay, but thou usest to forswear thyself; 'Twas sin before,' but now 'tis charity. 'What! wilt thou not? where is that devil's but cher, Hard-favour'd Richard? Richard, where art thou? Thou art not here: Murder is thy alms-deed; Petitioners for blood thou ne'er put'st back. K. Edw. Away, I say; I charge ye, bear her hence. Q. Mar. So come to you, and yours, as to this [Exit, led out forcibly. prince! K. Edw. Where's Richard gone? 'Clar. To London, all in post; and, as I guess, To make a bloody supper in the Tower. K. Edw. He's sudden, if a thing comes in his head. Now march we hence: discharge the common sort 'With pay and thanks, and let's away to London, ' And see our gentle queen how well she fares; By this, I hope, she hath a son for me. в в 2 3 She alludes to the desertion of Clarence. [Exeunt. |