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@@ -13,7 +13,7 @@ Title: The Complete Works of William Shakespeare
 Author: William Shakespeare
 
 Release Date: January 1994 [eBook #100]
-[Most recently updated: February 19, 2023]
+[Most recently updated: March 2, 2023]
 
 Language: English
 
@@ -1131,7 +1131,7 @@ Yourself to pardon of self-doing crime.
 
 If there be nothing new, but that which is,
 Hath been before, how are our brains beguiled,
-Which labouring for invention bear amis
+Which labouring for invention bear amiss
 The second burthen of a former child!
 O that record could with a backward look,
 Even of five hundred courses of the sun,
@@ -1679,7 +1679,7 @@ As I’ll my self disgrace, knowing thy will,
 I will acquaintance strangle and look strange:
 Be absent from thy walks and in my tongue,
 Thy sweet beloved name no more shall dwell,
-Lest I (too much profane) should do it wronk:
+Lest I, too much profane, should do it wrong,
 And haply of our old acquaintance tell.
   For thee, against my self I’ll vow debate,
   For I must ne’er love him whom thou dost hate.
@@ -1718,7 +1718,7 @@ Richer than wealth, prouder than garments’ costs,
 Of more delight than hawks and horses be:
 And having thee, of all men’s pride I boast.
   Wretched in this alone, that thou mayst take,
-  All this away, and me most wretchcd make.
+  All this away, and me most wretched make.
 
 
                     92
@@ -1765,7 +1765,7 @@ Who moving others, are themselves as stone,
 Unmoved, cold, and to temptation slow:
 They rightly do inherit heaven’s graces,
 And husband nature’s riches from expense,
-Tibey are the lords and owners of their faces,
+They are the lords and owners of their faces,
 Others, but stewards of their excellence:
 The summer’s flower is to the summer sweet,
 Though to it self, it only live and die,
@@ -1852,7 +1852,7 @@ Drawn after you, you pattern of all those.
 The forward violet thus did I chide,
 Sweet thief, whence didst thou steal thy sweet that smells,
 If not from my love’s breath? The purple pride
-Which on thy soft check for complexion dwells,
+Which on thy soft cheek for complexion dwells,
 In my love’s veins thou hast too grossly dyed.
 The lily I condemned for thy hand,
 And buds of marjoram had stol’n thy hair,
@@ -2205,7 +2205,7 @@ The ills that were not, grew to faults assured,
 And brought to medicine a healthful state
 Which rank of goodness would by ill be cured.
   But thence I learn and find the lesson true,
-  Drugs poison him that so feil sick of you.
+  Drugs poison him that so fell sick of you.
 
 
                     119
@@ -2285,7 +2285,7 @@ To trust those tables that receive thee more:
 No! Time, thou shalt not boast that I do change,
 Thy pyramids built up with newer might
 To me are nothing novel, nothing strange,
-They are but dressings Of a former sight:
+They are but dressings of a former sight:
 Our dates are brief, and therefore we admire,
 What thou dost foist upon us that is old,
 And rather make them born to our desire,
@@ -2358,10 +2358,10 @@ But now is black beauty’s successive heir,
 And beauty slandered with a bastard shame,
 For since each hand hath put on nature’s power,
 Fairing the foul with art’s false borrowed face,
-Sweet beauty hath no name no holy bower,
+Sweet beauty hath no name, no holy bower,
 But is profaned, if not lives in disgrace.
 Therefore my mistress’ eyes are raven black,
-Her eyes so suited, and they mourners seem,
+Her eyes so suited, and they mourners seem
 At such who not born fair no beauty lack,
 Slandering creation with a false esteem,
   Yet so they mourn becoming of their woe,
@@ -2608,7 +2608,7 @@ In faith I do not love thee with mine eyes,
 For they in thee a thousand errors note,
 But ’tis my heart that loves what they despise,
 Who in despite of view is pleased to dote.
-Nor are mine cars with thy tongue’s tune delighted,
+Nor are mine ears with thy tongue’s tune delighted,
 Nor tender feeling to base touches prone,
 Nor taste, nor smell, desire to be invited
 To any sensual feast with thee alone:
@@ -2849,7 +2849,7 @@ Was sleeping by a virgin hand disarmed.
 This brand she quenched in a cool well by,
 Which from Love’s fire took heat perpetual,
 Growing a bath and healthful remedy,
-For men discased, but I my mistress’ thrall,
+For men diseased; but I, my mistress’ thrall,
   Came there for cure and this by that I prove,
   Love’s fire heats water, water cools not love.
 
@@ -61899,3346 +61899,5122 @@ And more such days as these to us befall!
 
 THE THIRD PART OF KING HENRY THE SIXTH
 
-DRAMATIS PERSONAE
+Contents
+
+ ACT I
+ Scene I. London. The Parliament House
+ Scene II. Sandal Castle
+ Scene III. Plains near Sandal Castle
+ Scene IV. The Same
+
+ ACT II
+ Scene I. A plain near Mortimer’s Cross in Herefordshire
+ Scene II. Before York
+ Scene III. A field of battle between Towton and Saxton, in Yorkshire
+ Scene IV. Another Part of the Field
+ Scene V. Another Part of the Field
+ Scene VI. Another Part of the Field
+
+ ACT III
+ Scene I. A Forest in the North of England
+ Scene II. The Palace
+ Scene III. France. The King’s Palace
+
+ ACT IV
+ Scene I. London. The Palace
+ Scene II. A Plain in Warwickshire
+ Scene III. Edward’s Camp near Warwick
+ Scene IV. London. The Palace
+ Scene V. A park near Middleham Castle in Yorkshire
+ Scene VI. London. The Tower
+ Scene VII. Before York
+ Scene VIII. London. The Palace
+
+ ACT V
+ Scene I. Coventry
+ Scene II. A Field of Battle near Barnet
+ Scene III. Another Part of the Field
+ Scene IV. Plains near Tewkesbury
+ Scene V. Another part of the Field
+ Scene VI. London. The Tower
+ Scene VII. London. The Palace
+
 
-  KING HENRY THE SIXTH
-  EDWARD, PRINCE OF WALES, his son
-  LEWIS XI, King of France           DUKE OF SOMERSET
-  DUKE OF EXETER                     EARL OF OXFORD
-  EARL OF NORTHUMBERLAND             EARL OF WESTMORELAND
-  LORD CLIFFORD
-  RICHARD PLANTAGENET, DUKE OF YORK
-  EDWARD, EARL OF MARCH, afterwards KING EDWARD IV, his son
-  EDMUND, EARL OF RUTLAND, his son
-  GEORGE, afterwards DUKE OF CLARENCE, his son
-  RICHARD, afterwards DUKE OF GLOUCESTER, his son
-  DUKE OF NORFOLK                    MARQUIS OF MONTAGUE
-  EARL OF WARWICK                    EARL OF PEMBROKE
-  LORD HASTINGS                      LORD STAFFORD
-  SIR JOHN MORTIMER, uncle to the Duke of York
-  SIR HUGH MORTIMER, uncle to the Duke of York
-  HENRY, EARL OF RICHMOND, a youth
-  LORD RIVERS, brother to Lady Grey
-  SIR WILLIAM STANLEY                SIR JOHN MONTGOMERY
-  SIR JOHN SOMERVILLE                TUTOR, to Rutland
-  MAYOR OF YORK                      LIEUTENANT OF THE TOWER
-  A NOBLEMAN                         TWO KEEPERS
-  A HUNTSMAN
-  A SON that has killed his father
-  A FATHER that has killed his son
-
-  QUEEN MARGARET
-  LADY GREY, afterwards QUEEN to Edward IV
-  BONA, sister to the French Queen
-
-  Soldiers, Attendants, Messengers, Watchmen, etc.
+
+
+Dramatis Personæ
+
+KING HENRY the Sixth
+QUEEN MARGARET
+PRINCE EDWARD, Prince of Wales, his son
+DUKE OF SOMERSET
+DUKE OF EXETER
+EARL OF OXFORD
+EARL OF NORTHUMBERLAND
+EARL OF WESTMORELAND
+LORD CLIFFORD
+RICHARD PLANTAGENET, Duke of York
+EDWARD, Earl of March, afterwards King Edward IV., his son
+GEORGE, afterwards Duke of Clarence, his son
+RICHARD, afterwards Duke of Gloucester, his son
+EDMUND, Earl of Rutland, his son
+DUKE OF NORFOLK
+MARQUESS OF MONTAGUE
+EARL OF WARWICK
+EARL OF PEMBROKE
+LORD HASTINGS
+LORD STAFFORD
+SIR JOHN MORTIMER, uncle to the Duke of York
+SIR HUGH MORTIMER, uncle to the Duke of York
+LADY GREY, afterwards Queen Elizabeth to Edward IV
+EARL RIVERS, brother to Lady Grey
+HENRY, Earl of Richmond, a youth
+SIR WILLIAM STANLEY
+SIR JOHN MONTGOMERY
+SIR JOHN SOMERVILLE
+KING LEWIS the Eleventh, King of France
+BONA, sister to the French Queen
+Tutor to Rutland
+Mayor of York
+Lieutenant of the Tower
+A Nobleman
+Two Keepers
+A Huntsman
+A Son that has killed his father
+A Father that has killed his son
+
+Soldiers, Attendants, Messengers, Watchmen, etc.
 
 SCENE: England and France
 
-ACT I. SCENE I. London. The Parliament House
-
-Alarum. Enter DUKE OF YORK, EDWARD, RICHARD, NORFOLK, MONTAGUE,
-WARWICK, and soldiers, with white roses in their hats
-
-  WARWICK. I wonder how the King escap'd our hands.
-  YORK. While we pursu'd the horsemen of the north,
-    He slily stole away and left his men;
-    Whereat the great Lord of Northumberland,
-    Whose warlike ears could never brook retreat,
-    Cheer'd up the drooping army, and himself,
-    Lord Clifford, and Lord Stafford, all abreast,
-    Charg'd our main battle's front, and, breaking in,
-    Were by the swords of common soldiers slain.
-  EDWARD. Lord Stafford's father, Duke of Buckingham,
-    Is either slain or wounded dangerous;
-    I cleft his beaver with a downright blow.
-    That this is true, father, behold his blood.
-  MONTAGUE. And, brother, here's the Earl of Wiltshire's blood,
-    Whom I encount'red as the battles join'd.
-  RICHARD. Speak thou for me, and tell them what I did.
-                                 [Throwing down SOMERSET'S head]
-  YORK. Richard hath best deserv'd of all my sons.
-    But is your Grace dead, my Lord of Somerset?
-  NORFOLK. Such hope have all the line of John of Gaunt!
-  RICHARD. Thus do I hope to shake King Henry's head.
-  WARWICK. And so do I. Victorious Prince of York,
-    Before I see thee seated in that throne
-    Which now the house of Lancaster usurps,
-    I vow by heaven these eyes shall never close.
-    This is the palace of the fearful King,
-    And this the regal seat. Possess it, York;
-    For this is thine, and not King Henry's heirs'.
-  YORK. Assist me then, sweet Warwick, and I will;
-    For hither we have broken in by force.
-  NORFOLK. We'll all assist you; he that flies shall die.
-  YORK. Thanks, gentle Norfolk. Stay by me, my lords;
-    And, soldiers, stay and lodge by me this night.
-                                                    [They go up]
-  WARWICK. And when the King comes, offer him no violence.
-    Unless he seek to thrust you out perforce.
-  YORK. The Queen this day here holds her parliament,
-    But little thinks we shall be of her council.
-    By words or blows here let us win our right.
-  RICHARD. Arm'd as we are, let's stay within this house.
-  WARWICK. The bloody parliament shall this be call'd,
-    Unless Plantagenet, Duke of York, be King,
-    And bashful Henry depos'd, whose cowardice
-    Hath made us by-words to our enemies.
-  YORK. Then leave me not, my lords; be resolute:
-    I mean to take possession of my right.
-  WARWICK. Neither the King, nor he that loves him best,
-    The proudest he that holds up Lancaster,
-    Dares stir a wing if Warwick shake his bells.
-    I'll plant Plantagenet, root him up who dares.
-    Resolve thee, Richard; claim the English crown.
-                                      [YORK occupies the throne]
-
-       Flourish. Enter KING HENRY, CLIFFORD, NORTHUMBERLAND,
-        WESTMORELAND, EXETER, and others, with red roses in
-                            their hats
-
-  KING HENRY. My lords, look where the sturdy rebel sits,
-    Even in the chair of state! Belike he means,
-    Back'd by the power of Warwick, that false peer,
-    To aspire unto the crown and reign as king.
-    Earl of Northumberland, he slew thy father;
-    And thine, Lord Clifford; and you both have vow'd revenge
-    On him, his sons, his favourites, and his friends.
-  NORTHUMBERLAND. If I be not, heavens be reveng'd on me!
-  CLIFFORD. The hope thereof makes Clifford mourn in steel.
-  WESTMORELAND. What, shall we suffer this? Let's pluck him down;
-    My heart for anger burns; I cannot brook it.
-  KING HENRY. Be patient, gentle Earl of Westmoreland.
-  CLIFFORD. Patience is for poltroons such as he;
-    He durst not sit there had your father liv'd.
-    My gracious lord, here in the parliament
-    Let us assail the family of York.
-  NORTHUMBERLAND. Well hast thou spoken, cousin; be it so.
-  KING HENRY. Ah, know you not the city favours them,
-    And they have troops of soldiers at their beck?
-  EXETER. But when the Duke is slain they'll quickly fly.
-  KING HENRY. Far be the thought of this from Henry's heart,
-    To make a shambles of the parliament house!
-    Cousin of Exeter, frowns, words, and threats,
-    Shall be the war that Henry means to use.
-    Thou factious Duke of York, descend my throne
-    And kneel for grace and mercy at my feet;
-    I am thy sovereign.
-  YORK. I am thine.
-  EXETER. For shame, come down; he made thee Duke of York.
-  YORK. 'Twas my inheritance, as the earldom was.
-  EXETER. Thy father was a traitor to the crown.
-  WARWICK. Exeter, thou art a traitor to the crown
-    In following this usurping Henry.
-  CLIFFORD. Whom should he follow but his natural king?
-  WARWICK. True, Clifford; and that's Richard Duke of York.
-  KING HENRY. And shall I stand, and thou sit in my throne?
-  YORK. It must and shall be so; content thyself.
-  WARWICK. Be Duke of Lancaster; let him be King.
-  WESTMORELAND. He is both King and Duke of Lancaster;
-    And that the Lord of Westmoreland shall maintain.
-  WARWICK. And Warwick shall disprove it. You forget
-    That we are those which chas'd you from the field,
-    And slew your fathers, and with colours spread
-    March'd through the city to the palace gates.
-  NORTHUMBERLAND. Yes, Warwick, I remember it to my grief;
-    And, by his soul, thou and thy house shall rue it.
-  WESTMORELAND. Plantagenet, of thee, and these thy sons,
-    Thy kinsmen, and thy friends, I'll have more lives
-    Than drops of blood were in my father's veins.
-  CLIFFORD. Urge it no more; lest that instead of words
-    I send thee, Warwick, such a messenger
-    As shall revenge his death before I stir.
-  WARWICK. Poor Clifford, how I scorn his worthless threats!
-  YORK. Will you we show our title to the crown?
-    If not, our swords shall plead it in the field.
-  KING HENRY. What title hast thou, traitor, to the crown?
-    Thy father was, as thou art, Duke of York;
-    Thy grandfather, Roger Mortimer, Earl of March:
-    I am the son of Henry the Fifth,
-    Who made the Dauphin and the French to stoop,
-    And seiz'd upon their towns and provinces.
-  WARWICK. Talk not of France, sith thou hast lost it all.
-  KING HENRY. The Lord Protector lost it, and not I:
-    When I was crown'd, I was but nine months old.
-  RICHARD. You are old enough now, and yet methinks you lose.
-    Father, tear the crown from the usurper's head.
-  EDWARD. Sweet father, do so; set it on your head.
-  MONTAGUE. Good brother, as thou lov'st and honourest arms,
-    Let's fight it out and not stand cavilling thus.
-  RICHARD. Sound drums and trumpets, and the King will fly.
-  YORK. Sons, peace!
-  KING HENRY. Peace thou! and give King Henry leave to speak.
-  WARWICK. Plantagenet shall speak first. Hear him, lords;
-    And be you silent and attentive too,
-    For he that interrupts him shall not live.
-  KING HENRY. Think'st thou that I will leave my kingly throne,
-    Wherein my grandsire and my father sat?
-    No; first shall war unpeople this my realm;
-    Ay, and their colours, often borne in France,
-    And now in England to our heart's great sorrow,
-    Shall be my winding-sheet. Why faint you, lords?
-    My title's good, and better far than his.
-  WARWICK. Prove it, Henry, and thou shalt be King.
-  KING HENRY. Henry the Fourth by conquest got the crown.
-  YORK. 'Twas by rebellion against his king.
-  KING HENRY. [Aside] I know not what to say; my title's weak.-
-    Tell me, may not a king adopt an heir?
-  YORK. What then?
-  KING HENRY. An if he may, then am I lawful King;
-    For Richard, in the view of many lords,
-    Resign'd the crown to Henry the Fourth,
-    Whose heir my father was, and I am his.
-  YORK. He rose against him, being his sovereign,
-    And made him to resign his crown perforce.
-  WARWICK. Suppose, my lords, he did it unconstrain'd,
-    Think you 'twere prejudicial to his crown?
-  EXETER. No; for he could not so resign his crown
-    But that the next heir should succeed and reign.
-  KING HENRY. Art thou against us, Duke of Exeter?
-  EXETER. His is the right, and therefore pardon me.
-  YORK. Why whisper you, my lords, and answer not?
-  EXETER. My conscience tells me he is lawful King.
-  KING HENRY. [Aside] All will revolt from me, and turn to him.
-  NORTHUMBERLAND. Plantagenet, for all the claim thou lay'st,
-    Think not that Henry shall be so depos'd.
-  WARWICK. Depos'd he shall be, in despite of all.
-  NORTHUMBERLAND. Thou art deceiv'd. 'Tis not thy southern power
-    Of Essex, Norfolk, Suffolk, nor of Kent,
-    Which makes thee thus presumptuous and proud,
-    Can set the Duke up in despite of me.
-  CLIFFORD. King Henry, be thy title right or wrong,
-    Lord Clifford vows to fight in thy defence.
-    May that ground gape, and swallow me alive,
-    Where I shall kneel to him that slew my father!
-  KING HENRY. O Clifford, how thy words revive my heart!
-  YORK. Henry of Lancaster, resign thy crown.
-    What mutter you, or what conspire you, lords?
-  WARWICK. Do right unto this princely Duke of York;
-    Or I will fill the house with armed men,
-    And over the chair of state, where now he sits,
-    Write up his title with usurping blood.
-                                [He stamps with his foot and the
-                                       soldiers show themselves]
-  KING HENRY. My Lord of Warwick, hear but one word:
-    Let me for this my life-time reign as king.
-  YORK. Confirm the crown to me and to mine heirs,
-    And thou shalt reign in quiet while thou liv'st.
-  KING HENRY. I am content. Richard Plantagenet,
-    Enjoy the kingdom after my decease.
-  CLIFFORD. What wrong is this unto the Prince your son!
-  WARWICK. What good is this to England and himself!
-  WESTMORELAND. Base, fearful, and despairing Henry!
-  CLIFFORD. How hast thou injur'd both thyself and or us!
-  WESTMORELAND. I cannot stay to hear these articles.
-  NORTHUMBERLAND. Nor I.
-  CLIFFORD. Come, cousin, let us tell the Queen these news.
-  WESTMORELAND. Farewell, faint-hearted and degenerate king,
-    In whose cold blood no spark of honour bides.
-  NORTHUMBERLAND. Be thou a prey unto the house of York
-    And die in bands for this unmanly deed!
-  CLIFFORD. In dreadful war mayst thou be overcome,
-    Or live in peace abandon'd and despis'd!
-                                Exeunt NORTHUMBERLAND, CLIFFORD,
-                                                and WESTMORELAND
-  WARWICK. Turn this way, Henry, and regard them not.
-  EXETER. They seek revenge, and therefore will not yield.
-  KING HENRY. Ah, Exeter!
-  WARWICK. Why should you sigh, my lord?
-  KING HENRY. Not for myself, Lord Warwick, but my son,
-    Whom I unnaturally shall disinherit.
-    But be it as it may. [To YORK] I here entail
-    The crown to thee and to thine heirs for ever;
-    Conditionally, that here thou take an oath
-    To cease this civil war, and, whilst I live,
-    To honour me as thy king and sovereign,
-    And neither by treason nor hostility
-    To seek to put me down and reign thyself.
-  YORK. This oath I willingly take, and will perform.
-                                        [Coming from the throne]
-  WARWICK. Long live King Henry! Plantagenet, embrace him.
-  KING HENRY. And long live thou, and these thy forward sons!
-  YORK. Now York and Lancaster are reconcil'd.
-  EXETER. Accurs'd be he that seeks to make them foes!
-                                   [Sennet. Here they come down]
-  YORK. Farewell, my gracious lord; I'll to my castle.
-  WARWICK. And I'll keep London with my soldiers.
-  NORFOLK. And I to Norfolk with my followers.
-  MONTAGUE. And I unto the sea, from whence I came.
-                                             Exeunt the YORKISTS
-  KING HENRY. And I, with grief and sorrow, to the court.
-
-            Enter QUEEN MARGARET and the PRINCE OF WALES
-
-  EXETER. Here comes the Queen, whose looks bewray her anger.
-    I'll steal away.
-  KING HENRY. Exeter, so will I.
-  QUEEN MARGARET. Nay, go not from me; I will follow thee.
-  KING HENRY. Be patient, gentle queen, and I will stay.
-  QUEEN MARGARET. Who can be patient in such extremes?
-    Ah, wretched man! Would I had died a maid,
-    And never seen thee, never borne thee son,
-    Seeing thou hast prov'd so unnatural a father!
-    Hath he deserv'd to lose his birthright thus?
-    Hadst thou but lov'd him half so well as I,
-    Or felt that pain which I did for him once,
-    Or nourish'd him as I did with my blood,
-    Thou wouldst have left thy dearest heart-blood there
-    Rather than have made that savage duke thine heir,
-    And disinherited thine only son.
-  PRINCE OF WALES. Father, you cannot disinherit me.
-    If you be King, why should not I succeed?
-  KING HENRY. Pardon me, Margaret; pardon me, sweet son.
-    The Earl of Warwick and the Duke enforc'd me.
-  QUEEN MARGARET. Enforc'd thee! Art thou King and wilt be
-      forc'd?
-    I shame to hear thee speak. Ah, timorous wretch!
-    Thou hast undone thyself, thy son, and me;
-    And giv'n unto the house of York such head
-    As thou shalt reign but by their sufferance.
-    To entail him and his heirs unto the crown,
-    What is it but to make thy sepulchre
-    And creep into it far before thy time?
-    Warwick is Chancellor and the lord of Calais;
-    Stern Falconbridge commands the narrow seas;
-    The Duke is made Protector of the realm;
-    And yet shalt thou be safe? Such safety finds
-    The trembling lamb environed with wolves.
-    Had I been there, which am a silly woman,
-    The soldiers should have toss'd me on their pikes
-    Before I would have granted to that act.
-    But thou prefer'st thy life before thine honour;
-    And seeing thou dost, I here divorce myself,
-    Both from thy table, Henry, and thy bed,
-    Until that act of parliament be repeal'd
-    Whereby my son is disinherited.
-    The northern lords that have forsworn thy colours
-    Will follow mine, if once they see them spread;
-    And spread they shall be, to thy foul disgrace
-    And utter ruin of the house of York.
-    Thus do I leave thee. Come, son, let's away;
-    Our army is ready; come, we'll after them.
-  KING HENRY. Stay, gentle Margaret, and hear me speak.
-  QUEEN MARGARET. Thou hast spoke too much already; get thee gone.
-  KING HENRY. Gentle son Edward, thou wilt stay with me?
-  QUEEN MARGARET. Ay, to be murder'd by his enemies.
-  PRINCE OF WALES. When I return with victory from the field
-    I'll see your Grace; till then I'll follow her.
-  QUEEN MARGARET. Come, son, away; we may not linger thus.
-                            Exeunt QUEEN MARGARET and the PRINCE
-  KING HENRY. Poor queen! How love to me and to her son
-    Hath made her break out into terms of rage!
-    Reveng'd may she be on that hateful Duke,
-    Whose haughty spirit, winged with desire,
-    Will cost my crown, and like an empty eagle
-    Tire on the flesh of me and of my son!
-    The loss of those three lords torments my heart.
-    I'll write unto them, and entreat them fair;
-    Come, cousin, you shall be the messenger.
-  EXETER. And I, I hope, shall reconcile them all.        Exeunt
-
-SCENE II. Sandal Castle, near Wakefield, in Yorkshire
-
-Flourish. Enter EDWARD, RICHARD, and MONTAGUE
-
-  RICHARD. Brother, though I be youngest, give me leave.
-  EDWARD. No, I can better play the orator.
-  MONTAGUE. But I have reasons strong and forcible.
-
-                     Enter the DUKE OF YORK
-
-  YORK. Why, how now, sons and brother! at a strife?
-    What is your quarrel? How began it first?
-  EDWARD. No quarrel, but a slight contention.
-  YORK. About what?
-  RICHARD. About that which concerns your Grace and us-
-    The crown of England, father, which is yours.
-  YORK. Mine, boy? Not till King Henry be dead.
-  RICHARD. Your right depends not on his life or death.
-  EDWARD. Now you are heir, therefore enjoy it now.
-    By giving the house of Lancaster leave to breathe,
-    It will outrun you, father, in the end.
-  YORK. I took an oath that he should quietly reign.
-  EDWARD. But for a kingdom any oath may be broken:
-    I would break a thousand oaths to reign one year.
-  RICHARD. No; God forbid your Grace should be forsworn.
-  YORK. I shall be, if I claim by open war.
-  RICHARD. I'll prove the contrary, if you'll hear me speak.
-  YORK. Thou canst not, son; it is impossible.
-  RICHARD. An oath is of no moment, being not took
-    Before a true and lawful magistrate
-    That hath authority over him that swears.
-    Henry had none, but did usurp the place;
-    Then, seeing 'twas he that made you to depose,
-    Your oath, my lord, is vain and frivolous.
-    Therefore, to arms. And, father, do but think
-    How sweet a thing it is to wear a crown,
-    Within whose circuit is Elysium
-    And all that poets feign of bliss and joy.
-    Why do we linger thus? I cannot rest
-    Until the white rose that I wear be dy'd
-    Even in the lukewarm blood of Henry's heart.
-  YORK. Richard, enough; I will be King, or die.
-    Brother, thou shalt to London presently
-    And whet on Warwick to this enterprise.
-    Thou, Richard, shalt to the Duke of Norfolk
-    And tell him privily of our intent.
-    You, Edward, shall unto my Lord Cobham,
-    With whom the Kentishmen will willingly rise;
-    In them I trust, for they are soldiers,
-    Witty, courteous, liberal, full of spirit.
-    While you are thus employ'd, what resteth more
-    But that I seek occasion how to rise,
-    And yet the King not privy to my drift,
-    Nor any of the house of Lancaster?
-
-                      Enter a MESSENGER
-
-    But, stay. What news? Why com'st thou in such post?
-  MESSENGER. The Queen with all the northern earls and lords
-    Intend here to besiege you in your castle.
-    She is hard by with twenty thousand men;
-    And therefore fortify your hold, my lord.
-  YORK. Ay, with my sword. What! think'st thou that we fear them?
-    Edward and Richard, you shall stay with me;
-    My brother Montague shall post to London.
-    Let noble Warwick, Cobham, and the rest,
-    Whom we have left protectors of the King,
-    With pow'rful policy strengthen themselves
-    And trust not simple Henry nor his oaths.
-  MONTAGUE. Brother, I go; I'll win them, fear it not.
-    And thus most humbly I do take my leave.                Exit
-
-              Enter SIR JOHN and SIR HUGH MORTIMER
-
-  YORK. Sir john and Sir Hugh Mortimer, mine uncles!
-    You are come to Sandal in a happy hour;
-    The army of the Queen mean to besiege us.
-  SIR JOHN. She shall not need; we'll meet her in the field.
-  YORK. What, with five thousand men?
-  RICHARD. Ay, with five hundred, father, for a need.
-    A woman's general; what should we fear?
-                                              [A march afar off]
-  EDWARD. I hear their drums. Let's set our men in order,
-    And issue forth and bid them battle straight.
-  YORK. Five men to twenty! Though the odds be great,
-    I doubt not, uncle, of our victory.
-    Many a battle have I won in France,
-    When as the enemy hath been ten to one;
-    Why should I not now have the like success?           Exeunt
-
-SCENE III. Field of battle between Sandal Castle and Wakefield
-
-Alarum. Enter RUTLAND and his TUTOR
-
-  RUTLAND. Ah, whither shall I fly to scape their hands?
-    Ah, tutor, look where bloody Clifford comes!
-
-                  Enter CLIFFORD and soldiers
-
-  CLIFFORD. Chaplain, away! Thy priesthood saves thy life.
-    As for the brat of this accursed duke,
-    Whose father slew my father, he shall die.
-  TUTOR. And I, my lord, will bear him company.
-  CLIFFORD. Soldiers, away with him!
-  TUTOR. Ah, Clifford, murder not this innocent child,
-    Lest thou be hated both of God and man.
-                                    Exit, forced off by soldiers
-  CLIFFORD. How now, is he dead already? Or is it fear
-    That makes him close his eyes? I'll open them.
-  RUTLAND. So looks the pent-up lion o'er the wretch
-    That trembles under his devouring paws;
-    And so he walks, insulting o'er his prey,
-    And so he comes, to rend his limbs asunder.
-    Ah, gentle Clifford, kill me with thy sword,
-    And not with such a cruel threat'ning look!
-    Sweet Clifford, hear me speak before I die.
-    I am too mean a subject for thy wrath;
-    Be thou reveng'd on men, and let me live.
-  CLIFFORD. In vain thou speak'st, poor boy; my father's blood
-    Hath stopp'd the passage where thy words should enter.
-  RUTLAND. Then let my father's blood open it again:
-    He is a man, and, Clifford, cope with him.
-  CLIFFORD. Had I thy brethren here, their lives and thine
-    Were not revenge sufficient for me;
-    No, if I digg'd up thy forefathers' graves
-    And hung their rotten coffins up in chains,
-    It could not slake mine ire nor ease my heart.
-    The sight of any of the house of York
-    Is as a fury to torment my soul;
-    And till I root out their accursed line
-    And leave not one alive, I live in hell.
-    Therefore-
-  RUTLAND. O, let me pray before I take my death!
-    To thee I pray: sweet Clifford, pity me.
-  CLIFFORD. Such pity as my rapier's point affords.
-  RUTLAND. I never did thee harm; why wilt thou slay me?
-  CLIFFORD. Thy father hath.
-  RUTLAND. But 'twas ere I was born.
-    Thou hast one son; for his sake pity me,
-    Lest in revenge thereof, sith God is just,
-    He be as miserably slain as I.
-    Ah, let me live in prison all my days;
-    And when I give occasion of offence
-    Then let me die, for now thou hast no cause.
-  CLIFFORD. No cause!
-    Thy father slew my father; therefore, die.       [Stabs him]
-  RUTLAND. Di faciant laudis summa sit ista tuae!         [Dies]
-  CLIFFORD. Plantagenet, I come, Plantagenet;
-    And this thy son's blood cleaving to my blade
-    Shall rust upon my weapon, till thy blood,
-    Congeal'd with this, do make me wipe off both.          Exit
-
-SCENE IV. Another part of the field
-
-Alarum. Enter the DUKE OF YORK
-
-  YORK. The army of the Queen hath got the field.
-    My uncles both are slain in rescuing me;
-    And all my followers to the eager foe
-    Turn back and fly, like ships before the wind,
-    Or lambs pursu'd by hunger-starved wolves.
-    My sons- God knows what hath bechanced them;
-    But this I know- they have demean'd themselves
-    Like men born to renown by life or death.
-    Three times did Richard make a lane to me,
-    And thrice cried 'Courage, father! fight it out.'
-    And full as oft came Edward to my side
-    With purple falchion, painted to the hilt
-    In blood of those that had encount'red him.
-    And when the hardiest warriors did retire,
-    Richard cried 'Charge, and give no foot of ground!'
-    And cried 'A crown, or else a glorious tomb!
-    A sceptre, or an earthly sepulchre!'
-    With this we charg'd again; but out alas!
-    We bodg'd again; as I have seen a swan
-    With bootless labour swim against the tide
-    And spend her strength with over-matching waves.
-                                         [A short alarum within]
-    Ah, hark! The fatal followers do pursue,
-    And I am faint and cannot fly their fury;
-    And were I strong, I would not shun their fury.
-    The sands are numb'red that make up my life;
-    Here must I stay, and here my life must end.
-
-         Enter QUEEN MARGARET, CLIFFORD, NORTHUMBERLAND,
-               the PRINCE OF WALES, and soldiers
-
-    Come, bloody Clifford, rough Northumberland,
-    I dare your quenchless fury to more rage;
-    I am your butt, and I abide your shot.
-  NORTHUMBERLAND. Yield to our mercy, proud Plantagenet.
-  CLIFFORD. Ay, to such mercy as his ruthless arm
-    With downright payment show'd unto my father.
-    Now Phaethon hath tumbled from his car,
-    And made an evening at the noontide prick.
-  YORK. My ashes, as the phoenix, may bring forth
-    A bird that will revenge upon you all;
-    And in that hope I throw mine eyes to heaven,
-    Scorning whate'er you can afflict me with.
-    Why come you not? What! multitudes, and fear?
-  CLIFFORD. So cowards fight when they can fly no further;
-    So doves do peck the falcon's piercing talons;
-    So desperate thieves, all hopeless of their lives,
-    Breathe out invectives 'gainst the officers.
-  YORK. O Clifford, but bethink thee once again,
-    And in thy thought o'errun my former time;
-    And, if thou canst for blushing, view this face,
-    And bite thy tongue that slanders him with cowardice
-    Whose frown hath made thee faint and fly ere this!
-  CLIFFORD. I will not bandy with thee word for word,
-    But buckler with thee blows, twice two for one.
-  QUEEN MARGARET. Hold, valiant Clifford; for a thousand causes
-    I would prolong awhile the traitor's life.
-    Wrath makes him deaf; speak thou, Northumberland.
-  NORTHUMBERLAND. Hold, Clifford! do not honour him so much
-    To prick thy finger, though to wound his heart.
-    What valour were it, when a cur doth grin,
-    For one to thrust his hand between his teeth,
-    When he might spurn him with his foot away?
-    It is war's prize to take all vantages;
-    And ten to one is no impeach of valour.
-                         [They lay hands on YORK, who struggles]
-  CLIFFORD. Ay, ay, so strives the woodcock with the gin.
-  NORTHUMBERLAND. So doth the cony struggle in the net.
-  YORK. So triumph thieves upon their conquer'd booty;
-    So true men yield, with robbers so o'er-match'd.
-  NORTHUMBERLAND. What would your Grace have done unto him now?
-  QUEEN MARGARET. Brave warriors, Clifford and Northumberland,
-    Come, make him stand upon this molehill here
-    That raught at mountains with outstretched arms,
-    Yet parted but the shadow with his hand.
-    What, was it you that would be England's king?
-    Was't you that revell'd in our parliament
-    And made a preachment of your high descent?
-    Where are your mess of sons to back you now?
-    The wanton Edward and the lusty George?
-    And where's that valiant crook-back prodigy,
-    Dicky your boy, that with his grumbling voice
-    Was wont to cheer his dad in mutinies?
-    Or, with the rest, where is your darling Rutland?
-    Look, York: I stain'd this napkin with the blood
-    That valiant Clifford with his rapier's point
-    Made issue from the bosom of the boy;
-    And if thine eyes can water for his death,
-    I give thee this to dry thy cheeks withal.
-    Alas, poor York! but that I hate thee deadly,
-    I should lament thy miserable state.
-    I prithee grieve to make me merry, York.
-    What, hath thy fiery heart so parch'd thine entrails
-    That not a tear can fall for Rutland's death?
-    Why art thou patient, man? Thou shouldst be mad;
-    And I to make thee mad do mock thee thus.
-    Stamp, rave, and fret, that I may sing and dance.
-    Thou wouldst be fee'd, I see, to make me sport;
-    York cannot speak unless he wear a crown.
-    A crown for York!-and, lords, bow low to him.
-    Hold you his hands whilst I do set it on.
-                             [Putting a paper crown on his head]
-    Ay, marry, sir, now looks he like a king!
-    Ay, this is he that took King Henry's chair,
-    And this is he was his adopted heir.
-    But how is it that great Plantagenet
-    Is crown'd so soon and broke his solemn oath?
-    As I bethink me, you should not be King
-    Till our King Henry had shook hands with death.
-    And will you pale your head in Henry's glory,
-    And rob his temples of the diadem,
-    Now in his life, against your holy oath?
-    O, 'tis a fault too too
-    Off with the crown and with the crown his head;
-    And, whilst we breathe, take time to do him dead.
-  CLIFFORD. That is my office, for my father's sake.
-  QUEEN MARGARET. Nay, stay; let's hear the orisons he makes.
-  YORK. She-wolf of France, but worse than wolves of France,
-    Whose tongue more poisons than the adder's tooth!
-    How ill-beseeming is it in thy sex
-    To triumph like an Amazonian trull
-    Upon their woes whom fortune captivates!
-    But that thy face is visard-like, unchanging,
-    Made impudent with use of evil deeds,
-    I would assay, proud queen, to make thee blush.
-    To tell thee whence thou cam'st, of whom deriv'd,
-    Were shame enough to shame thee, wert thou not shameless.
-    Thy father bears the type of King of Naples,
-    Of both the Sicils and Jerusalem,
-    Yet not so wealthy as an English yeoman.
-    Hath that poor monarch taught thee to insult?
-    It needs not, nor it boots thee not, proud queen;
-    Unless the adage must be verified,
-    That beggars mounted run their horse to death.
-    'Tis beauty that doth oft make women proud;
-    But, God He knows, thy share thereof is small.
-    'Tis virtue that doth make them most admir'd;
-    The contrary doth make thee wond'red at.
-    'Tis government that makes them seem divine;
-    The want thereof makes thee abominable.
-    Thou art as opposite to every good
-    As the Antipodes are unto us,
-    Or as the south to the septentrion.
-    O tiger's heart wrapp'd in a woman's hide!
-    How couldst thou drain the life-blood of the child,
-    To bid the father wipe his eyes withal,
-    And yet be seen to bear a woman's face?
-    Women are soft, mild, pitiful, and flexible:
-    Thou stern, obdurate, flinty, rough, remorseless.
-    Bid'st thou me rage? Why, now thou hast thy wish;
-    Wouldst have me weep? Why, now thou hast thy will;
-    For raging wind blows up incessant showers,
-    And when the rage allays, the rain begins.
-    These tears are my sweet Rutland's obsequies;
-    And every drop cries vengeance for his death
-    'Gainst thee, fell Clifford, and thee, false Frenchwoman.
-  NORTHUMBERLAND. Beshrew me, but his passions move me so
-    That hardly can I check my eyes from tears.
-  YORK. That face of his the hungry cannibals
-    Would not have touch'd, would not have stain'd with blood;
-    But you are more inhuman, more inexorable-
-    O, ten times more- than tigers of Hyrcania.
-    See, ruthless queen, a hapless father's tears.
-    This cloth thou dipp'dst in blood of my sweet boy,
-    And I with tears do wash the blood away.
-    Keep thou the napkin, and go boast of this;
-    And if thou tell'st the heavy story right,
-    Upon my soul, the hearers will shed tears;
-    Yea, even my foes will shed fast-falling tears
-    And say 'Alas, it was a piteous deed!'
-    There, take the crown, and with the crown my curse;
-    And in thy need such comfort come to thee
-    As now I reap at thy too cruel hand!
-    Hard-hearted Clifford, take me from the world;
-    My soul to heaven, my blood upon your heads!
-  NORTHUMBERLAND. Had he been slaughter-man to all my kin,
-    I should not for my life but weep with him,
-    To see how inly sorrow gripes his soul.
-  QUEEN MARGARET. What, weeping-ripe, my Lord Northumberland?
-    Think but upon the wrong he did us all,
-    And that will quickly dry thy melting tears.
-  CLIFFORD. Here's for my oath, here's for my father's death.
-                                                  [Stabbing him]
-  QUEEN MARGARET. 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]
-  QUEEN MARGARET. Off with his head, and set it on York gates;
-    So York may overlook the town of York.
-                                                Flourish. Exeunt
-
-ACT II. SCENE I. A plain near Mortimer's Cross in Herefordshire
-
-A march. Enter EDWARD, RICHARD, and their power
-
-  EDWARD. I wonder how our princely father scap'd,
-    Or whether he be scap'd 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 scap'd, methinks we should have heard
-    The happy tidings of his good escape.
-    How fares my brother? Why is he so sad?
-  RICHARD. I cannot joy until I be resolv'd
-    Where our right valiant father is become.
-    I saw him in the battle range about,
-    And watch'd him how he singled Clifford forth.
-    Methought he bore him in the thickest troop
-    As doth a lion in a herd of neat;
-    Or as a bear, encompass'd round with dogs,
-    Who having pinch'd a few and made them cry,
-    The rest stand all aloof and bark at him.
-    So far'd 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,
-    Trimm'd like a younker prancing to his love!
-  EDWARD. Dazzle mine eyes, or do I see three suns?
-  RICHARD. Three glorious suns, each one a perfect sun;
-    Not separated with the racking clouds,
-    But sever'd in a pale clear-shining sky.
-    See, see! they join, embrace, and seem to kiss,
-    As if they vow'd some league inviolable.
-    Now are they but one lamp, one light, one sun.
-    In this the heaven figures some event.
-  EDWARD. '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.
-  RICHARD. Nay, bear three daughters- by your leave I speak it,
-    You love the breeder better than the male.
-
-                 Enter a MESSENGER, blowing
-
-    But what art thou, whose heavy looks foretell
-    Some dreadful story hanging on thy tongue?
-  MESSENGER. Ah, one that was a woeful looker-on
-    When as the noble Duke of York was slain,
-    Your princely father and my loving lord!
-  EDWARD. O, speak no more! for I have heard too much.
-  RICHARD. Say how he died, for I will hear it all.
-  MESSENGER. Environed he was with many foes,
-    And stood against them as the hope of Troy
-    Against the Greeks that would have ent'red Troy.
-    But Hercules himself must yield to odds;
-    And many strokes, though with a little axe,
-    Hews down and fells the hardest-timber'd oak.
-    By many hands your father was subdu'd;
-    But only slaught'red by the ireful arm
-    Of unrelenting Clifford and the Queen,
-    Who crown'd the gracious Duke in high despite,
-    Laugh'd in his face; and when with grief he wept,
-    The ruthless Queen gave him to dry his cheeks
-    A napkin steeped in the harmless blood
-    Of sweet young Rutland, by rough Clifford slain;
-    And after many scorns, many foul taunts,
-    They took his head, and on the gates of York
-    They set the same; and there it doth remain,
-    The saddest spectacle that e'er I view'd.
-  EDWARD. Sweet Duke of York, our prop to lean upon,
-    Now thou art gone, we have no staff, no stay.
-    O Clifford, boist'rous Clifford, thou hast slain
-    The flow'r of Europe for his chivalry;
-    And treacherously hast thou vanquish'd him,
-    For hand to hand he would have vanquish'd thee.
-    Now my soul's palace is become a prison.
-    Ah, would she break from hence, that this my body
-    Might in the ground be closed up in rest!
-    For never henceforth shall I joy again;
-    Never, O never, shall I see more joy.
-  RICHARD. I cannot weep, for all my body's moisture
-    Scarce serves to quench my furnace-burning heart;
-    Nor can my tongue unload my heart's great burden,
-    For self-same wind that I should speak withal
-    Is kindling coals that fires all my breast,
-    And burns me up with flames that tears would quench.
-    To weep is to make less the depth of grief.
-    Tears then for babes; blows and revenge for me!
-    Richard, I bear thy name; I'll venge thy death,
-    Or die renowned by attempting it.
-  EDWARD. His name that valiant duke hath left with thee;
-    His dukedom and his chair with me is left.
-  RICHARD. Nay, if thou be that princely eagle's bird,
-    Show thy descent by gazing 'gainst the sun;
-    For chair and dukedom, throne and kingdom, say:
-    Either that is thine, or else thou wert not his.
-
-         March. Enter WARWICK, MONTAGUE, and their army
-
-  WARWICK. How now, fair lords! What fare? What news abroad?
-  RICHARD. Great Lord of Warwick, if we should recount
-    Our baleful news and at each word's deliverance
-    Stab poinards in our flesh till all were told,
-    The words would add more anguish than the wounds.
-    O valiant lord, the Duke of York is slain!
-  EDWARD. O Warwick, Warwick! that Plantagenet
-    Which held thee dearly as his soul's redemption
-    Is by the stern Lord Clifford done to death.
-  WARWICK. Ten days ago I drown'd these news in tears;
-    And now, to add more measure to your woes,
-    I come to tell you things sith then befall'n.
-    After the bloody fray at Wakefield fought,
-    Where your brave father breath'd his latest gasp,
-    Tidings, as swiftly as the posts could run,
-    Were brought me of your loss and his depart.
-    I, then in London, keeper of the King,
-    Muster'd my soldiers, gathered flocks of friends,
-    And very well appointed, as I thought,
-    March'd toward Saint Albans to intercept the Queen,
-    Bearing the King in my behalf along;
-    For by my scouts I was advertised
-    That she was coming with a full intent
-    To dash our late decree in parliament
-    Touching King Henry's oath and your succession.
-    Short tale to make- we at Saint Albans met,
-    Our battles join'd, and both sides fiercely fought;
-    But whether 'twas the coldness of the King,
-    Who look'd full gently on his warlike queen,
-    That robb'd my soldiers of their heated spleen,
-    Or whether 'twas report of her success,
-    Or more than common fear of Clifford's rigour,
-    Who thunders to his captives blood and death,
-    I cannot judge; but, to conclude with truth,
-    Their weapons like to lightning came and went:
-    Our soldiers', like the night-owl's lazy flight
-    Or like an idle thresher with a flail,
-    Fell gently down, as if they struck their friends.
-    I cheer'd them up with justice of our cause,
-    With promise of high pay and great rewards,
-    But all in vain; they had no heart to fight,
-    And we in them no hope to win the day;
-    So that we fled: the King unto the Queen;
-    Lord George your brother, Norfolk, and myself,
-    In haste post-haste are come to join with you;
-    For in the marches here we heard you were
-    Making another head to fight again.
-  EDWARD. Where is the Duke of Norfolk, gentle Warwick?
-    And when came George from Burgundy to England?
-  WARWICK. Some six miles off the Duke is with the soldiers;
-    And for your brother, he was lately sent
-    From your kind aunt, Duchess of Burgundy,
-    With aid of soldiers to this needful war.
-  RICHARD. 'Twas odds, belike, when valiant Warwick fled.
-    Oft have I heard his praises in pursuit,
-    But ne'er till now his scandal of retire.
-  WARWICK. Nor now my scandal, Richard, dost thou hear;
-    For thou shalt know this strong right hand of mine
-    Can pluck the diadem from faint Henry's head
-    And wring the awful sceptre from his fist,
-    Were he as famous and as bold in war
-    As he is fam'd for mildness, peace, and prayer.
-  RICHARD. I know it well, Lord Warwick; blame me not.
-    'Tis love I bear thy glories makes me speak.
-    But in this troublous time what's to be done?
-    Shall we go throw away our coats of steel
-    And wrap our bodies in black mourning-gowns,
-    Numbering our Ave-Maries with our beads?
-    Or shall we on the helmets of our foes
-    Tell our devotion with revengeful arms?
-    If for the last, say 'Ay,' and to it, lords.
-  WARWICK. Why, therefore Warwick came to seek you out;
-    And therefore comes my brother Montague.
-    Attend me, lords. The proud insulting Queen,
-    With Clifford and the haught Northumberland,
-    And of their feather many moe proud birds,
-    Have wrought the easy-melting King like wax.
-    He swore consent to your succession,
-    His oath enrolled in the parliament;
-    And now to London all the crew are gone
-    To frustrate both his oath and what beside
-    May make against the house of Lancaster.
-    Their power, I think, is thirty thousand strong.
-    Now if the help of Norfolk and myself,
-    With all the friends that thou, brave Earl of March,
-    Amongst the loving Welshmen canst procure,
-    Will but amount to five and twenty thousand,
-    Why, Via! to London will we march amain,
-    And once again bestride our foaming steeds,
-    And once again cry 'Charge upon our foes!'
-    But never once again turn back and fly.
-  RICHARD. Ay, now methinks I hear great Warwick speak.
-    Ne'er may he live to see a sunshine day
-    That cries 'Retire!' if Warwick bid him stay.
-  EDWARD. Lord Warwick, on thy shoulder will I lean;
-    And when thou fail'st- as God forbid the hour!-
-    Must Edward fall, which peril heaven forfend.
-  WARWICK. No longer Earl of March, but Duke of York;
-    The next degree is England's royal throne,
-    For King of England shalt thou be proclaim'd
-    In every borough as we pass along;
-    And he that throws not up his cap for joy
-    Shall for the fault make forfeit of his head.
-    King Edward, valiant Richard, Montague,
-    Stay we no longer, dreaming of renown,
-    But sound the trumpets and about our task.
-  RICHARD. Then, Clifford, were thy heart as hard as steel,
-    As thou hast shown it flinty by thy deeds,
-    I come to pierce it or to give thee mine.
-  EDWARD. Then strike up drums. God and Saint George for us!
-
-                       Enter a MESSENGER
-
-  WARWICK. How now! what news?
-  MESSENGER. The Duke of Norfolk sends you word by me
-    The Queen is coming with a puissant host,
-    And craves your company for speedy counsel.
-  WARWICK. Why, then it sorts; brave warriors, let's away.
-                                                          Exeunt
+
+
+
+ACT I
+
+SCENE I. London. The Parliament House
+
+
+Alarum. Enter Duke of York, Edward, Richard, Norfolk, Montague, Warwick
+and Soldiers, all wearing the white rose.
+
+WARWICK.
+I wonder how the King escaped our hands.
+
+YORK.
+While we pursued the horsemen of the north,
+He slyly stole away and left his men;
+Whereat the great Lord of Northumberland,
+Whose warlike ears could never brook retreat,
+Cheered up the drooping army; and himself,
+Lord Clifford, and Lord Stafford, all abreast,
+Charged our main battle’s front, and breaking in,
+Were by the swords of common soldiers slain.
+
+EDWARD.
+Lord Stafford’s father, Duke of Buckingham,
+Is either slain or wounded dangerous;
+I cleft his beaver with a downright blow.
+That this is true, father, behold his blood.
+
+[_Showing his bloody sword._]
+
+MONTAGUE.
+And, brother, here’s the Earl of Wiltshire’s blood,
+
+[_To York, showing his._]
+
+Whom I encountered as the battles joined.
+
+RICHARD.
+Speak thou for me, and tell them what I did.
+
+[_Throwing down the Duke of Somerset’s head._]
+
+YORK.
+Richard hath best deserved of all my sons.
+But is your Grace dead, my Lord of Somerset?
+
+NORFOLK.
+Such hope have all the line of John of Gaunt!
+
+RICHARD.
+Thus do I hope to shake King Henry’s head.
+
+WARWICK.
+And so do I. Victorious Prince of York,
+Before I see thee seated in that throne
+Which now the house of Lancaster usurps,
+I vow by heaven these eyes shall never close.
+This is the palace of the fearful king,
+And this the regal seat. Possess it, York,
+For this is thine, and not King Henry’s heirs’.
+
+YORK.
+Assist me, then, sweet Warwick, and I will;
+For hither we have broken in by force.
+
+NORFOLK.
+We’ll all assist you; he that flies shall die.
+
+YORK.
+Thanks, gentle Norfolk. Stay by me, my lords;
+And, soldiers, stay and lodge by me this night.
+
+WARWICK.
+And when the King comes, offer him no violence,
+Unless he seek to thrust you out perforce.
+
+[_They retire._]
+
+YORK.
+The Queen this day here holds her parliament,
+But little thinks we shall be of her council.
+By words or blows here let us win our right.
+
+RICHARD.
+Armed as we are, let’s stay within this house.
+
+WARWICK.
+The bloody parliament shall this be called,
+Unless Plantagenet, Duke of York, be king,
+And bashful Henry deposed, whose cowardice
+Hath made us bywords to our enemies.
+
+YORK.
+Then leave me not, my lords; be resolute.
+I mean to take possession of my right.
+
+WARWICK.
+Neither the King, nor he that loves him best,
+The proudest he that holds up Lancaster,
+Dares stir a wing if Warwick shake his bells.
+I’ll plant Plantagenet, root him up who dares.
+Resolve thee, Richard; claim the English crown.
+
+[_Warwick leads York to the throne, who seats himself._]
+
+Flourish. Enter King Henry, Clifford, Northumberland, Westmoreland,
+Exeter and the rest, all wearing the red rose.
+
+KING HENRY.
+My lords, look where the sturdy rebel sits,
+Even in the chair of state! Belike he means,
+Backed by the power of Warwick, that false peer,
+To aspire unto the crown and reign as king.
+Earl of Northumberland, he slew thy father,
+And thine, Lord Clifford; and you both have vowed revenge
+On him, his sons, his favourites, and his friends.
+
+NORTHUMBERLAND.
+If I be not, heavens be revenged on me!
+
+CLIFFORD.
+The hope thereof makes Clifford mourn in steel.
+
+WESTMORELAND.
+What, shall we suffer this? Let’s pluck him down.
+My heart for anger burns. I cannot brook it.
+
+KING HENRY.
+Be patient, gentle Earl of Westmoreland.
+
+CLIFFORD.
+Patience is for poltroons, such as he.
+He durst not sit there had your father lived.
+My gracious lord, here in the parliament
+Let us assail the family of York.
+
+NORTHUMBERLAND.
+Well hast thou spoken, cousin. Be it so.
+
+KING HENRY.
+Ah, know you not the city favours them,
+And they have troops of soldiers at their beck?
+
+EXETER.
+But when the Duke is slain, they’ll quickly fly.
+
+KING HENRY.
+Far be the thought of this from Henry’s heart,
+To make a shambles of the Parliament House!
+Cousin of Exeter, frowns, words, and threats
+Shall be the war that Henry means to use.
+
+[_They advance to the Duke._]
+
+Thou factious Duke of York, descend my throne,
+And kneel for grace and mercy at my feet;
+I am thy sovereign.
+
+YORK.
+I am thine.
+
+EXETER.
+For shame, come down. He made thee Duke of York.
+
+YORK.
+’Twas my inheritance, as the earldom was.
+
+EXETER.
+Thy father was a traitor to the crown.
+
+WARWICK.
+Exeter, thou art a traitor to the crown
+In following this usurping Henry.
+
+CLIFFORD.
+Whom should he follow but his natural king?
+
+WARWICK.
+True, Clifford, that’s Richard, Duke of York.
+
+KING HENRY.
+And shall I stand, and thou sit in my throne?
+
+YORK.
+It must and shall be so. Content thyself.
+
+WARWICK.
+Be Duke of Lancaster. Let him be king.
+
+WESTMORELAND.
+He is both King and Duke of Lancaster;
+And that the Lord of Westmoreland shall maintain.
+
+WARWICK.
+And Warwick shall disprove it. You forget
+That we are those which chased you from the field
+And slew your fathers, and with colours spread
+Marched through the city to the palace gates.
+
+NORTHUMBERLAND.
+Yes, Warwick, I remember it to my grief;
+And, by his soul, thou and thy house shall rue it.
+
+WESTMORELAND.
+Plantagenet, of thee and these thy sons,
+Thy kinsmen, and thy friends, I’ll have more lives
+Than drops of blood were in my father’s veins.
+
+CLIFFORD.
+Urge it no more; lest that, instead of words,
+I send thee, Warwick, such a messenger
+As shall revenge his death before I stir.
+
+WARWICK.
+Poor Clifford, how I scorn his worthless threats!
+
+YORK.
+Will you we show our title to the crown?
+If not, our swords shall plead it in the field.
+
+KING HENRY.
+What title hast thou, traitor, to the crown?
+Thy father was, as thou art, Duke of York;
+Thy grandfather, Roger Mortimer, Earl of March.
+I am the son of Henry the Fifth,
+Who made the Dauphin and the French to stoop,
+And seized upon their towns and provinces.
+
+WARWICK.
+Talk not of France, sith thou hast lost it all.
+
+KING HENRY.
+The Lord Protector lost it, and not I.
+When I was crowned I was but nine months old.
+
+RICHARD.
+You are old enough now, and yet, methinks, you lose.
+Father, tear the crown from the usurper’s head.
+
+EDWARD.
+Sweet father, do so; set it on your head.
+
+MONTAGUE.
+Good brother, as thou lov’st and honourest arms,
+Let’s fight it out and not stand cavilling thus.
+
+RICHARD.
+Sound drums and trumpets, and the King will fly.
+
+YORK.
+Sons, peace!
+
+KING HENRY.
+Peace thou, and give King Henry leave to speak.
+
+WARWICK.
+Plantagenet shall speak first. Hear him, lords,
+And be you silent and attentive too,
+For he that interrupts him shall not live.
+
+KING HENRY.
+Think’st thou that I will leave my kingly throne,
+Wherein my grandsire and my father sat?
+No. First shall war unpeople this my realm;
+Ay, and their colours, often borne in France,
+And now in England, to our heart’s great sorrow,
+Shall be my winding-sheet. Why faint you, lords?
+My title’s good, and better far than his.
+
+WARWICK.
+Prove it, Henry, and thou shalt be king.
+
+KING HENRY.
+Henry the Fourth by conquest got the crown.
+
+YORK.
+’Twas by rebellion against his king.
+
+KING HENRY.
+[_Aside_.] I know not what to say; my title’s weak.
+Tell me, may not a king adopt an heir?
+
+YORK.
+What then?
+
+KING HENRY.
+An if he may, then am I lawful king;
+For Richard, in the view of many lords,
+Resigned the crown to Henry the Fourth,
+Whose heir my father was, and I am his.
+
+YORK.
+He rose against him, being his sovereign,
+And made him to resign his crown perforce.
+
+WARWICK.
+Suppose, my lords, he did it unconstrained,
+Think you ’twere prejudicial to his crown?
+
+EXETER.
+No, for he could not so resign his crown
+But that the next heir should succeed and reign.
+
+KING HENRY.
+Art thou against us, Duke of Exeter?
+
+EXETER.
+His is the right, and therefore pardon me.
+
+YORK.
+Why whisper you, my lords, and answer not?
+
+EXETER.
+My conscience tells me he is lawful king.
+
+KING HENRY.
+[_Aside_.] All will revolt from me and turn to him.
+
+NORTHUMBERLAND.
+Plantagenet, for all the claim thou lay’st,
+Think not that Henry shall be so deposed.
+
+WARWICK.
+Deposed he shall be, in despite of all.
+
+NORTHUMBERLAND.
+Thou art deceived. ’Tis not thy southern power,
+Of Essex, Norfolk, Suffolk, nor of Kent,
+Which makes thee thus presumptuous and proud,
+Can set the Duke up in despite of me.
+
+CLIFFORD.
+King Henry, be thy title right or wrong,
+Lord Clifford vows to fight in thy defence.
+May that ground gape and swallow me alive,
+Where I shall kneel to him that slew my father!
+
+KING HENRY.
+O Clifford, how thy words revive my heart!
+
+YORK.
+Henry of Lancaster, resign thy crown.
+What mutter you, or what conspire you, lords?
+
+WARWICK.
+Do right unto this princely Duke of York,
+Or I will fill the house with armed men,
+And over the chair of state where now he sits,
+Write up his title with usurping blood.
+
+[_He stamps with his foot, and the Soldiers show themselves._]
+
+KING HENRY.
+My Lord of Warwick, hear but one word:
+Let me for this my lifetime reign as king.
+
+YORK.
+Confirm the crown to me, and to mine heirs,
+And thou shalt reign in quiet while thou liv’st.
+
+KING HENRY.
+I am content. Richard Plantagenet,
+Enjoy the kingdom after my decease.
+
+CLIFFORD.
+What wrong is this unto the Prince your son!
+
+WARWICK.
+What good is this to England and himself!
+
+WESTMORELAND.
+Base, fearful, and despairing Henry!
+
+CLIFFORD.
+How hast thou injured both thyself and us!
+
+WESTMORELAND.
+I cannot stay to hear these articles.
+
+NORTHUMBERLAND.
+Nor I.
+
+CLIFFORD.
+Come, cousin, let us tell the Queen these news.
+
+WESTMORELAND.
+Farewell, faint-hearted and degenerate king,
+In whose cold blood no spark of honour bides.
+
+NORTHUMBERLAND.
+Be thou a prey unto the house of York,
+And die in bands for this unmanly deed!
+
+CLIFFORD.
+In dreadful war mayst thou be overcome,
+Or live in peace abandoned and despised!
+
+[_Exeunt Westmoreland, Northumberland and Clifford._]
+
+WARWICK.
+Turn this way, Henry, and regard them not.
+
+EXETER.
+They seek revenge, and therefore will not yield.
+
+KING HENRY.
+Ah, Exeter!
+
+WARWICK.
+Why should you sigh, my lord?
+
+KING HENRY.
+Not for myself, Lord Warwick, but my son,
+Whom I unnaturally shall disinherit.
+But be it as it may, [_To York._] I here entail
+The crown to thee and to thine heirs for ever;
+Conditionally, that here thou take an oath
+To cease this civil war, and whilst I live,
+To honour me as thy king and sovereign,
+And neither by treason nor hostility
+To seek to put me down and reign thyself.
+
+YORK.
+This oath I willingly take and will perform.
+
+[_Coming from the throne._]
+
+WARWICK.
+Long live King Henry! Plantagenet, embrace him.
+
+KING HENRY.
+And long live thou, and these thy forward sons!
+
+YORK.
+Now York and Lancaster are reconciled.
+
+EXETER.
+Accursed be he that seeks to make them foes!
+
+Sennet. Here they come down.
+
+YORK.
+Farewell, my gracious lord. I’ll to my castle.
+
+WARWICK.
+And I’ll keep London with my soldiers.
+
+NORFOLK.
+And I to Norfolk with my followers.
+
+MONTAGUE.
+And I unto the sea from whence I came.
+
+[_Exeunt York and his Sons, Warwick, Norfolk, Montague and their
+Soldiers._]
+
+KING HENRY.
+And I with grief and sorrow to the court.
+
+Enter Queen Margaret and the Prince of Wales.
+
+EXETER.
+Here comes the Queen, whose looks bewray her anger.
+I’ll steal away.
+
+KING HENRY.
+Exeter, so will I.
+
+[_Going._]
+
+QUEEN MARGARET.
+Nay, go not from me; I will follow thee.
+
+KING HENRY.
+Be patient, gentle Queen, and I will stay.
+
+QUEEN MARGARET.
+Who can be patient in such extremes?
+Ah, wretched man, would I had died a maid,
+And never seen thee, never borne thee son,
+Seeing thou hast proved so unnatural a father.
+Hath he deserved to lose his birthright thus?
+Hadst thou but loved him half so well as I,
+Or felt that pain which I did for him once,
+Or nourished him as I did with my blood,
+Thou wouldst have left thy dearest heart-blood there,
+Rather than have made that savage duke thine heir
+And disinherited thine only son.
+
+PRINCE EDWARD.
+Father, you cannot disinherit me.
+If you be king, why should not I succeed?
+
+KING HENRY.
+Pardon me, Margaret; pardon me, sweet son.
+The Earl of Warwick and the Duke enforced me.
+
+QUEEN MARGARET.
+Enforced thee! Art thou King, and wilt be forced?
+I shame to hear thee speak. Ah, timorous wretch,
+Thou hast undone thyself, thy son, and me,
+And given unto the house of York such head
+As thou shalt reign but by their sufferance.
+To entail him and his heirs unto the crown,
+What is it but to make thy sepulchre
+And creep into it far before thy time?
+Warwick is Chancellor and the lord of Calais;
+Stern Falconbridge commands the narrow seas;
+The Duke is made Protector of the realm;
+And yet shalt thou be safe? Such safety finds
+The trembling lamb environed with wolves.
+Had I been there, which am a silly woman,
+The soldiers should have tossed me on their pikes
+Before I would have granted to that act.
+But thou prefer’st thy life before thine honour.
+And seeing thou dost, I here divorce myself
+Both from thy table, Henry, and thy bed,
+Until that act of parliament be repealed
+Whereby my son is disinherited.
+The northern lords that have forsworn thy colours
+Will follow mine if once they see them spread;
+And spread they shall be, to thy foul disgrace
+And utter ruin of the house of York.
+Thus do I leave thee. Come, son, let’s away:
+Our army is ready; come, we’ll after them.
+
+KING HENRY.
+Stay, gentle Margaret, and hear me speak.
+
+QUEEN MARGARET.
+Thou hast spoke too much already. Get thee gone.
+
+KING HENRY.
+Gentle son Edward, thou wilt stay with me?
+
+QUEEN MARGARET.
+Ay, to be murdered by his enemies.
+
+PRINCE EDWARD.
+When I return with victory from the field
+I’ll see your Grace. Till then I’ll follow her.
+
+QUEEN MARGARET.
+Come, son, away; we may not linger thus.
+
+[_Exeunt Queen Margaret and the Prince._]
+
+KING HENRY.
+Poor queen! How love to me and to her son
+Hath made her break out into terms of rage!
+Revenged may she be on that hateful Duke,
+Whose haughty spirit, winged with desire,
+Will cost my crown, and like an empty eagle
+Tire on the flesh of me and of my son.
+The loss of those three lords torments my heart.
+I’ll write unto them and entreat them fair.
+Come, cousin, you shall be the messenger.
+
+EXETER.
+And I, I hope, shall reconcile them all.
+
+[_Flourish. Exeunt._]
+
+SCENE II. Sandal Castle
+
+Enter Edward, Richard and Montague.
+
+RICHARD.
+Brother, though I be youngest, give me leave.
+
+EDWARD.
+No, I can better play the orator.
+
+MONTAGUE.
+But I have reasons strong and forcible.
+
+Enter the Duke of York.
+
+YORK.
+Why, how now, sons and brother, at a strife?
+What is your quarrel? How began it first?
+
+EDWARD.
+No quarrel, but a slight contention.
+
+YORK.
+About what?
+
+RICHARD.
+About that which concerns your Grace and us:
+The crown of England, father, which is yours.
+
+YORK.
+Mine, boy? Not till King Henry be dead.
+
+RICHARD.
+Your right depends not on his life or death.
+
+EDWARD.
+Now you are heir, therefore enjoy it now.
+By giving the house of Lancaster leave to breathe,
+It will outrun you, father, in the end.
+
+YORK.
+I took an oath that he should quietly reign.
+
+EDWARD.
+But for a kingdom any oath may be broken.
+I would break a thousand oaths to reign one year.
+
+RICHARD.
+No; God forbid your Grace should be forsworn.
+
+YORK.
+I shall be, if I claim by open war.
+
+RICHARD.
+I’ll prove the contrary if you’ll hear me speak.
+
+YORK.
+Thou canst not, son; it is impossible.
+
+RICHARD.
+An oath is of no moment, being not took
+Before a true and lawful magistrate
+That hath authority over him that swears.
+Henry had none, but did usurp the place;
+Then, seeing ’twas he that made you to depose,
+Your oath, my lord, is vain and frivolous.
+Therefore, to arms! And, father, do but think
+How sweet a thing it is to wear a crown,
+Within whose circuit is Elysium
+And all that poets feign of bliss and joy.
+Why do we linger thus? I cannot rest
+Until the white rose that I wear be dyed
+Even in the lukewarm blood of Henry’s heart.
+
+YORK.
+Richard, enough; I will be king, or die.
+Brother, thou shalt to London presently,
+And whet on Warwick to this enterprise.
+Thou, Richard, shalt to the Duke of Norfolk
+And tell him privily of our intent.
+You, Edward, shall unto my Lord Cobham,
+With whom the Kentishmen will willingly rise.
+In them I trust; for they are soldiers,
+Witty, courteous, liberal, full of spirit.
+While you are thus employed, what resteth more
+But that I seek occasion how to rise,
+And yet the King not privy to my drift,
+Nor any of the house of Lancaster?
+
+Enter a Messenger.
+
+But stay. What news? Why com’st thou in such post?
+
+MESSENGER.
+The Queen, with all the northern earls and lords
+Intend here to besiege you in your castle.
+She is hard by with twenty thousand men;
+And therefore fortify your hold, my lord.
+
+YORK.
+Ay, with my sword. What, think’st thou that we fear them?
+Edward and Richard, you shall stay with me;
+My brother Montague shall post to London.
+Let noble Warwick, Cobham, and the rest,
+Whom we have left protectors of the King,
+With powerful policy strengthen themselves,
+And trust not simple Henry nor his oaths.
+
+MONTAGUE.
+Brother, I go; I’ll win them, fear it not.
+And thus most humbly I do take my leave.
+
+[_Exit._]
+
+Enter Sir John and Sir Hugh Mortimer.
+
+YORK.
+Sir John and Sir Hugh Mortimer, mine uncles,
+You are come to Sandal in a happy hour;
+The army of the Queen mean to besiege us.
+
+SIR JOHN.
+She shall not need; we’ll meet her in the field.
+
+YORK.
+What, with five thousand men?
+
+RICHARD.
+Ay, with five hundred, father, for a need.
+A woman’s general; what should we fear?
+
+[_A march afar off._]
+
+EDWARD.
+I hear their drums. Let’s set our men in order,
+And issue forth and bid them battle straight.
+
+YORK.
+Five men to twenty! Though the odds be great,
+I doubt not, uncle, of our victory.
+Many a battle have I won in France
+Whenas the enemy hath been ten to one.
+Why should I not now have the like success?
+
+[_Alarum. Exeunt._]
+
+SCENE III. Plains near Sandal Castle
+
+Alarums. Enter Rutland and his Tutor.
+
+RUTLAND.
+Ah, whither shall I fly to scape their hands?
+Ah, tutor, look where bloody Clifford comes.
+
+Enter Clifford and Soldiers.
+
+CLIFFORD.
+Chaplain, away! Thy priesthood saves thy life.
+As for the brat of this accursed duke
+Whose father slew my father, he shall die.
+
+TUTOR.
+And I, my lord, will bear him company.
+
+CLIFFORD.
+Soldiers, away with him!
+
+TUTOR.
+Ah, Clifford, murder not this innocent child,
+Lest thou be hated both of God and man.
+
+[_Exit, dragged off by Soldiers._]
+
+CLIFFORD.
+How now? Is he dead already? Or is it fear
+That makes him close his eyes? I’ll open them.
+
+RUTLAND.
+So looks the pent-up lion o’er the wretch
+That trembles under his devouring paws;
+And so he walks, insulting o’er his prey,
+And so he comes to rend his limbs asunder.
+Ah, gentle Clifford, kill me with thy sword,
+And not with such a cruel threat’ning look.
+Sweet Clifford, hear me speak before I die.
+I am too mean a subject for thy wrath;
+Be thou revenged on men, and let me live.
+
+CLIFFORD.
+In vain thou speak’st, poor boy; my father’s blood
+Hath stopped the passage where thy words should enter.
+
+RUTLAND.
+Then let my father’s blood open it again;
+He is a man, and, Clifford, cope with him.
+
+CLIFFORD.
+Had I thy brethren here, their lives and thine
+Were not revenge sufficient for me.
+No, if I digged up thy forefathers’ graves
+And hung their rotten coffins up in chains,
+It could not slake mine ire nor ease my heart.
+The sight of any of the house of York
+Is as a fury to torment my soul;
+And till I root out their accursed line
+And leave not one alive, I live in hell.
+Therefore—
+
+[_Lifting his hand._]
+
+RUTLAND.
+O, let me pray before I take my death!
+To thee I pray; sweet Clifford, pity me!
+
+CLIFFORD.
+Such pity as my rapier’s point affords.
+
+RUTLAND.
+I never did thee harm; why wilt thou slay me?
+
+CLIFFORD.
+Thy father hath.
+
+RUTLAND.
+But ’twas ere I was born.
+Thou hast one son; for his sake pity me,
+Lest in revenge thereof, sith God is just,
+He be as miserably slain as I.
+Ah, let me live in prison all my days,
+And when I give occasion of offence
+Then let me die, for now thou hast no cause.
+
+CLIFFORD.
+No cause? Thy father slew my father; therefore die.
+
+[_Clifford stabs him._]
+
+RUTLAND.
+_Di faciant laudis summa sit ista tuae!_
+
+[_Dies._]
+
+CLIFFORD.
+Plantagenet! I come, Plantagenet!
+And this thy son’s blood cleaving to my blade
+Shall rust upon my weapon till thy blood,
+Congealed with this, do make me wipe off both.
+
+[_Exit._]
+
+SCENE IV. The Same
+
+Alarum. Enter Richard, Duke of York.
+
+YORK.
+The army of the Queen hath got the field.
+My uncles both are slain in rescuing me;
+And all my followers to the eager foe
+Turn back and fly like ships before the wind,
+Or lambs pursued by hunger-starved wolves.
+My sons, God knows what hath bechanced them;
+But this I know, they have demeaned themselves
+Like men born to renown by life or death.
+Three times did Richard make a lane to me,
+And thrice cried “Courage, father, fight it out!”
+And full as oft came Edward to my side
+With purple falchion painted to the hilt
+In blood of those that had encountered him;
+And when the hardiest warriors did retire,
+Richard cried “Charge, and give no foot of ground!”
+And cried “A crown, or else a glorious tomb!
+A sceptre, or an earthly sepulchre!”
+With this we charged again; but, out, alas!
+We budged again, as I have seen a swan
+With bootless labour swim against the tide
+And spend her strength with over-matching waves.
+
+[_A short alarum within._]
+
+Ah, hark, the fatal followers do pursue,
+And I am faint and cannot fly their fury;
+And were I strong, I would not shun their fury.
+The sands are numbered that makes up my life;
+Here must I stay, and here my life must end.
+
+Enter Queen Margaret, Clifford, Northumberland, the young Prince Edward
+and Soldiers.
+
+Come, bloody Clifford, rough Northumberland,
+I dare your quenchless fury to more rage.
+I am your butt, and I abide your shot.
+
+NORTHUMBERLAND.
+Yield to our mercy, proud Plantagenet.
+
+CLIFFORD.
+Ay, to such mercy as his ruthless arm
+With downright payment showed unto my father.
+Now Phaëthon hath tumbled from his car,
+And made an evening at the noontide prick.
+
+YORK.
+My ashes, as the phoenix, may bring forth
+A bird that will revenge upon you all;
+And in that hope I throw mine eyes to heaven,
+Scorning whate’er you can afflict me with.
+Why come you not? What, multitudes, and fear?
+
+CLIFFORD.
+So cowards fight when they can fly no further;
+So doves do peck the falcon’s piercing talons;
+So desperate thieves, all hopeless of their lives,
+Breathe out invectives ’gainst the officers.
+
+YORK.
+O Clifford, but bethink thee once again,
+And in thy thought o’errun my former time;
+And, if thou canst for blushing, view this face,
+And bite thy tongue, that slanders him with cowardice
+Whose frown hath made thee faint and fly ere this.
+
+CLIFFORD.
+I will not bandy with thee word for word,
+But buckle with thee blows twice two for one.
+
+QUEEN MARGARET.
+Hold, valiant Clifford; for a thousand causes
+I would prolong awhile the traitor’s life.
+Wrath makes him deaf; speak thou, Northumberland.
+
+NORTHUMBERLAND.
+Hold, Clifford, do not honour him so much
+To prick thy finger, though to wound his heart.
+What valour were it, when a cur doth grin,
+For one to thrust his hand between his teeth,
+When he might spurn him with his foot away?
+It is war’s prize to take all vantages,
+And ten to one is no impeach of valour.
+
+[_They lay hands on York, who struggles._]
+
+CLIFFORD.
+Ay, ay, so strives the woodcock with the gin.
+
+NORTHUMBERLAND.
+So doth the cony struggle in the net.
+
+[_York is taken prisoner._]
+
+YORK.
+So triumph thieves upon their conquered booty;
+So true men yield, with robbers so o’ermatched.
+
+NORTHUMBERLAND.
+What would your Grace have done unto him now?
+
+QUEEN MARGARET.
+Brave warriors, Clifford and Northumberland,
+Come, make him stand upon this molehill here,
+That raught at mountains with outstretched arms,
+Yet parted but the shadow with his hand.
+What, was it you that would be England’s king?
+Was ’t you that revelled in our parliament
+And made a preachment of your high descent?
+Where are your mess of sons to back you now,
+The wanton Edward and the lusty George?
+And where’s that valiant crook-back prodigy,
+Dicky your boy, that with his grumbling voice
+Was wont to cheer his dad in mutinies?
+Or, with the rest, where is your darling Rutland?
+Look, York, I stained this napkin with the blood
+That valiant Clifford with his rapier’s point
+Made issue from the bosom of the boy;
+And if thine eyes can water for his death,
+I give thee this to dry thy cheeks withal.
+Alas, poor York, but that I hate thee deadly
+I should lament thy miserable state.
+I prithee grieve to make me merry, York;
+Stamp, rave, and fret, that I may sing and dance.
+What, hath thy fiery heart so parched thine entrails
+That not a tear can fall for Rutland’s death?
+Why art thou patient, man? Thou shouldst be mad;
+And I, to make thee mad, do mock thee thus.
+Stamp, rave, and fret, that I may sing and dance.
+Thou would’st be fee’d, I see, to make me sport;
+York cannot speak unless he wear a crown.
+A crown for York! And, lords, bow low to him.
+Hold you his hands whilst I do set it on.
+
+[_Putting a paper crown on his head._]
+
+Ay, marry, sir, now looks he like a king.
+Ay, this is he that took King Henry’s chair,
+And this is he was his adopted heir.
+But how is it that great Plantagenet
+Is crowned so soon and broke his solemn oath?
+As I bethink me, you should not be king
+Till our King Henry had shook hands with Death.
+And will you pale your head in Henry’s glory,
+And rob his temples of the diadem,
+Now in his life, against your holy oath?
+O, ’tis a fault too too unpardonable.
+Off with the crown, and, with the crown, his head;
+And whilst we breathe, take time to do him dead.
+
+CLIFFORD.
+That is my office, for my father’s sake.
+
+QUEEN MARGARET.
+Nay, stay; let’s hear the orisons he makes.
+
+YORK.
+She-wolf of France, but worse than wolves of France,
+Whose tongue more poisons than the adder’s tooth!
+How ill-beseeming is it in thy sex
+To triumph like an Amazonian trull
+Upon their woes whom Fortune captivates!
+But that thy face is vizard-like, unchanging,
+Made impudent with use of evil deeds,
+I would assay, proud queen, to make thee blush.
+To tell thee whence thou cam’st, of whom derived,
+Were shame enough to shame thee, wert thou not shameless.
+Thy father bears the type of King of Naples,
+Of both the Sicils, and Jerusalem,
+Yet not so wealthy as an English yeoman.
+Hath that poor monarch taught thee to insult?
+It needs not, nor it boots thee not, proud queen;
+Unless the adage must be verified,
+That beggars mounted run their horse to death.
+’Tis beauty that doth oft make women proud;
+But God he knows thy share thereof is small.
+’Tis virtue that doth make them most admired;
+The contrary doth make thee wondered at.
+’Tis government that makes them seem divine;
+The want thereof makes thee abominable.
+Thou art as opposite to every good
+As the Antipodes are unto us,
+Or as the south to the Septentrion.
+O tiger’s heart wrapped in a woman’s hide!
+How couldst thou drain the life-blood of the child,
+To bid the father wipe his eyes withal,
+And yet be seen to bear a woman’s face?
+Women are soft, mild, pitiful, and flexible;
+Thou stern, obdurate, flinty, rough, remorseless.
+Bid’st thou me rage? Why, now thou hast thy wish:
+Wouldst have me weep? Why, now thou hast thy will;
+For raging wind blows up incessant showers,
+And when the rage allays, the rain begins.
+These tears are my sweet Rutland’s obsequies,
+And every drop cries vengeance for his death
+’Gainst thee, fell Clifford, and thee, false Frenchwoman.
+
+NORTHUMBERLAND.
+Beshrew me, but his passion moves me so
+That hardly can I check my eyes from tears.
+
+YORK.
+That face of his the hungry cannibals
+Would not have touched, would not have stained with blood;
+But you are more inhuman, more inexorable,
+O, ten times more than tigers of Hyrcania.
+See, ruthless queen, a hapless father’s tears.
+This cloth thou dipped’st in blood of my sweet boy,
+And I with tears do wash the blood away.
+Keep thou the napkin, and go boast of this;
+And if thou tell’st the heavy story right,
+Upon my soul, the hearers will shed tears;
+Yea, even my foes will shed fast-falling tears
+And say “Alas, it was a piteous deed.”
+There, take the crown, and with the crown my curse;
+And in thy need such comfort come to thee
+As now I reap at thy too cruel hand!
+Hard-hearted Clifford, take me from the world,
+My soul to heaven, my blood upon your heads!
+
+NORTHUMBERLAND.
+Had he been slaughter-man to all my kin,
+I should not for my life but weep with him,
+To see how inly sorrow gripes his soul.
+
+QUEEN MARGARET.
+What, weeping-ripe, my Lord Northumberland?
+Think but upon the wrong he did us all,
+And that will quickly dry thy melting tears.
+
+CLIFFORD.
+Here’s for my oath, here’s for my father’s death.
+
+[_Stabbing him._]
+
+QUEEN MARGARET.
+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._]
+
+QUEEN MARGARET.
+Off with his head, and set it on York gates;
+So York may overlook the town of York.
+
+[_Flourish. Exeunt._]
+
+
+
+
+ACT II
+
+SCENE I. A plain near Mortimer’s Cross in Herefordshire
+
+
+A march. Enter Edward and Richard and their power.
+
+EDWARD.
+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? Why is he so sad?
+
+RICHARD.
+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 neat;
+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 pride 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!
+
+EDWARD.
+Dazzle mine eyes, or do I see three suns?
+
+RICHARD.
+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.
+
+EDWARD.
+’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.
+
+RICHARD.
+Nay, bear three daughters: by your leave I speak it,
+You love the breeder better than the male.
+
+Enter a Messenger, blowing.
+
+But what art thou, whose heavy looks foretell
+Some dreadful story hanging on thy tongue?
+
+MESSENGER.
+Ah, one that was a woeful looker-on
+When as the noble Duke of York was slain,
+Your princely father and my loving lord.
+
+EDWARD.
+O, speak no more, for I have heard too much!
+
+RICHARD.
+Say how he died, for I will hear it all.
+
+MESSENGER.
+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,
+Hews down and fell the hardest-timbered oak.
+By many hands your father was subdued,
+But only slaughtered by the ireful arm
+Of unrelenting Clifford and the Queen,
+Who crowned the gracious duke in high despite,
+Laughed in his face; and when with grief he wept,
+The ruthless Queen gave him to dry his cheeks
+A napkin steeped in the harmless blood
+Of sweet young Rutland, by rough Clifford slain.
+And after many scorns, many foul taunts,
+They took his head, and on the gates of York
+They set the same; and there it doth remain,
+The saddest spectacle that e’er I viewed.
+
+EDWARD.
+Sweet Duke of York, our prop to lean upon,
+Now thou art gone, we have no staff, no stay.
+O Clifford, boisterous Clifford, thou hast slain
+The flower of Europe for his chivalry;
+And treacherously hast thou vanquished him,
+For hand to hand he would have vanquished thee.
+Now my soul’s palace is become a prison.
+Ah, would she break from hence, that this my body
+Might in the ground be closed up in rest!
+For never henceforth shall I joy again;
+Never, O, never, shall I see more joy!
+
+RICHARD.
+I cannot weep, for all my body’s moisture
+Scarce serves to quench my furnace-burning heart;
+Nor can my tongue unload my heart’s great burthen,
+For selfsame wind that I should speak withal
+Is kindling coals that fires all my breast
+And burns me up with flames that tears would quench.
+To weep is to make less the depth of grief:
+Tears, then, for babes; blows and revenge for me!
+Richard, I bear thy name; I’ll venge thy death,
+Or die renowned by attempting it.
+
+EDWARD.
+His name that valiant duke hath left with thee;
+His dukedom and his chair with me is left.
+
+RICHARD.
+Nay, if thou be that princely eagle’s bird,
+Show thy descent by gazing ’gainst the sun;
+For chair and dukedom, throne and kingdom say,
+Either that is thine, or else thou wert not his.
+
+March. Enter Warwick, Marquess Montague and their army.
+
+WARWICK.
+How now, fair lords! What fare? What news abroad?
+
+RICHARD.
+Great Lord of Warwick, if we should recount
+Our baleful news, and at each word’s deliverance
+Stab poniards in our flesh till all were told,
+The words would add more anguish than the wounds.
+O valiant lord, the Duke of York is slain!
+
+EDWARD.
+O, Warwick, Warwick, that Plantagenet
+Which held thee dearly as his soul’s redemption
+Is by the stern Lord Clifford done to death.
+
+WARWICK.
+Ten days ago I drowned these news in tears,
+And now, to add more measure to your woes,
+I come to tell you things sith then befall’n.
+After the bloody fray at Wakefield fought,
+Where your brave father breathed his latest gasp,
+Tidings, as swiftly as the posts could run,
+Were brought me of your loss and his depart.
+I, then in London, keeper of the King,
+Mustered my soldiers, gathered flocks of friends,
+And very well appointed, as I thought,
+Marched toward Saint Albans to intercept the Queen,
+Bearing the King in my behalf along;
+For by my scouts I was advertised
+That she was coming with a full intent
+To dash our late decree in Parliament
+Touching King Henry’s oath and your succession.
+Short tale to make, we at Saint Albans met,
+Our battles joined, and both sides fiercely fought.
+But, whether ’twas the coldness of the King,
+Who looked full gently on his warlike Queen,
+That robbed my soldiers of their heated spleen,
+Or whether ’twas report of her success;
+Or more than common fear of Clifford’s rigour,
+Who thunders to his captives blood and death,
+I cannot judge; but, to conclude with truth,
+Their weapons like to lightning came and went;
+Our soldiers’, like the night-owl’s lazy flight,
+Or like an idle thresher with a flail,
+Fell gently down, as if they struck their friends.
+I cheered them up with justice of our cause,
+With promise of high pay and great rewards,
+But all in vain; they had no heart to fight,
+And we in them no hope to win the day;
+So that we fled: the King unto the Queen;
+Lord George your brother, Norfolk, and myself,
+In haste, post-haste, are come to join with you;
+For in the Marches here we heard you were,
+Making another head to fight again.
+
+EDWARD.
+Where is the Duke of Norfolk, gentle Warwick?
+And when came George from Burgundy to England?
+
+WARWICK.
+Some six miles off the Duke is with the soldiers;
+And for your brother, he was lately sent
+From your kind aunt, Duchess of Burgundy,
+With aid of soldiers to this needful war.
+
+RICHARD.
+’Twas odds, belike, when valiant Warwick fled.
+Oft have I heard his praises in pursuit,
+But ne’er till now his scandal of retire.
+
+WARWICK.
+Nor now my scandal, Richard, dost thou hear;
+For thou shalt know this strong right hand of mine
+Can pluck the diadem from faint Henry’s head
+And wring the awful sceptre from his fist,
+Were he as famous and as bold in war
+As he is famed for mildness, peace, and prayer.
+
+RICHARD.
+I know it well, Lord Warwick; blame me not.
+’Tis love I bear thy glories makes me speak.
+But in this troublous time what’s to be done?
+Shall we go throw away our coats of steel
+And wrap our bodies in black mourning gowns,
+Numbering our Ave-Maries with our beads?
+Or shall we on the helmets of our foes
+Tell our devotion with revengeful arms?
+If for the last, say ay, and to it, lords.
+
+WARWICK.
+Why, therefore Warwick came to seek you out,
+And therefore comes my brother Montague.
+Attend me, lords. The proud insulting Queen,
+With Clifford and the haught Northumberland,
+And of their feather many moe proud birds,
+Have wrought the easy-melting King like wax.
+He swore consent to your succession,
+His oath enrolled in the Parliament;
+And now to London all the crew are gone,
+To frustrate both his oath and what beside
+May make against the house of Lancaster.
+Their power, I think, is thirty thousand strong.
+Now, if the help of Norfolk and myself,
+With all the friends that thou, brave Earl of March,
+Amongst the loving Welshmen canst procure,
+Will but amount to five and twenty thousand,
+Why, _via_, to London will we march amain,
+And once again bestride our foaming steeds,
+And once again cry “Charge upon our foes!”
+But never once again turn back and fly.
+
+RICHARD.
+Ay, now methinks I hear great Warwick speak.
+Ne’er may he live to see a sunshine day
+That cries “Retire,” if Warwick bid him stay.
+
+EDWARD.
+Lord Warwick, on thy shoulder will I lean;
+And when thou fail’st—as God forbid the hour!—
+Must Edward fall, which peril heaven forfend!
+
+WARWICK.
+No longer Earl of March, but Duke of York.
+The next degree is England’s royal throne;
+For King of England shalt thou be proclaimed
+In every borough as we pass along,
+And he that throws not up his cap for joy
+Shall for the fault make forfeit of his head.
+King Edward, valiant Richard, Montague,
+Stay we no longer dreaming of renown,
+But sound the trumpets and about our task.
+
+RICHARD.
+Then, Clifford, were thy heart as hard as steel,
+As thou hast shown it flinty by thy deeds,
+I come to pierce it, or to give thee mine.
+
+EDWARD.
+Then strike up, drums! God and Saint George for us!
+
+Enter a Messenger.
+
+WARWICK.
+How now, what news?
+
+MESSENGER.
+The Duke of Norfolk sends you word by me,
+The Queen is coming with a puissant host,
+And craves your company for speedy counsel.
+
+WARWICK.
+Why then it sorts; brave warriors, let’s away.
+
+[_Exeunt._]
 
 SCENE II. Before York
 
-Flourish. Enter KING HENRY, QUEEN MARGARET, the PRINCE OF WALES,
-CLIFFORD,
-NORTHUMBERLAND, with drum and trumpets
-
-  QUEEN MARGARET. Welcome, my lord, to this brave town of York.
-    Yonder's the head of that arch-enemy
-    That sought to be encompass'd with your crown.
-    Doth not the object cheer your heart, my lord?
-  KING HENRY. Ay, as the rocks cheer them that fear their wreck-
-    To see this sight, it irks my very soul.
-    Withhold revenge, dear God; 'tis not my fault,
-    Nor wittingly have I infring'd my vow.
-  CLIFFORD. My gracious liege, this too much lenity
-    And harmful pity must be laid aside.
-    To whom do lions cast their gentle looks?
-    Not to the beast that would usurp 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 angry brows.
-    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.
-  KING HENRY. 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
-    Whose father for his hoarding went to hell?
-    I'll leave my son my virtuous deeds behind;
-    And would my father had left me no more!
-    For all the rest is held at such a rate
-    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!
-  QUEEN MARGARET. 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:
-    Unsheathe your sword and dub him presently.
-    Edward, kneel down.
-  KING HENRY. Edward Plantagenet, arise a knight;
-    And learn this lesson: Draw thy sword in right.
-  PRINCE OF WALES. 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.
-  CLIFFORD. Why, that is spoken like a toward prince.
-
-                      Enter a MESSENGER
-
-  MESSENGER. 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 battle, for they are at hand.
-  CLIFFORD. I would your Highness would depart the field:
-    The Queen hath best success when you are absent.
-  QUEEN MARGARET. Ay, good my lord, and leave us to our fortune.
-  KING HENRY. Why, that's my fortune too; therefore I'll stay.
-  NORTHUMBERLAND. Be it with resolution, then, to fight.
-  PRINCE OF WALES. My royal father, cheer these noble lords,
-    And hearten those that fight in your defence.
-    Unsheathe your sword, good father; cry 'Saint George!'
-
-         March. Enter EDWARD, GEORGE, RICHARD, WARWICK,
-                NORFOLK, MONTAGUE, and soldiers
-
-  EDWARD. Now, perjur'd Henry, wilt thou kneel for grace
-    And set thy diadem upon my head,
-    Or bide the mortal fortune of the field?
-  QUEEN MARGARET. Go rate thy minions, proud insulting boy.
-    Becomes it thee to be thus bold in terms
-    Before thy sovereign and thy lawful king?
-  EDWARD. 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,
-    You that are King, though he do wear the crown,
-    Have caus'd him by new act of parliament
-    To blot out me and put his own son in.
-  CLIFFORD. And reason too:
-    Who should succeed the father but the son?
-  RICHARD. Are you there, butcher? O, I cannot speak!
-  CLIFFORD. Ay, crook-back, here I stand to answer thee,
-    Or any he, the proudest of thy sort.
-  RICHARD. 'Twas you that kill'd young Rutland, was it not?
-  CLIFFORD. Ay, and old York, and yet not satisfied.
-  RICHARD. For God's sake, lords, give signal to the fight.
-  WARWICK. What say'st thou, Henry? Wilt thou yield the crown?
-  QUEEN MARGARET. Why, how now, long-tongu'd Warwick! Dare you speak?
-    When you and I met at Saint Albans last
-    Your legs did better service than your hands.
-  WARWICK. Then 'twas my turn to fly, and now 'tis thine.
-  CLIFFORD. You said so much before, and yet you fled.
-  WARWICK. 'Twas not your valour, Clifford, drove me thence.
-  NORTHUMBERLAND. No, nor your manhood that durst make you stay.
-  RICHARD. Northumberland, I hold thee reverently.
-    Break off the parley; for scarce I can refrain
-    The execution of my big-swol'n heart
-    Upon that Clifford, that cruel child-killer.
-  CLIFFORD. I slew thy father; call'st thou him a child?
-  RICHARD. 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.
-  KING HENRY. Have done with words, my lords, and hear me speak.
-  QUEEN MARGARET. Defy them then, or else hold close thy lips.
-  KING HENRY. I prithee give no limits to my tongue:
-    I am a king, and privileg'd to speak.
-  CLIFFORD. My liege, the wound that bred this meeting here
-    Cannot be cur'd by words; therefore be still.
-  RICHARD. Then, executioner, unsheathe thy sword.
-    By Him that made us all, I am resolv'd
-    That Clifford's manhood lies upon his tongue.
-  EDWARD. 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.
-  WARWICK. If thou deny, their blood upon thy head;
-    For York in justice puts his armour on.
-  PRINCE OF WALES. If that be right which Warwick says is right,
-    There is no wrong, but every thing is right.
-  RICHARD. Whoever got thee, there thy mother stands;
-    For well I wot thou hast thy mother's tongue.
-  QUEEN MARGARET. But thou art neither like thy sire nor dam;
-    But like a foul misshapen stigmatic,
-    Mark'd by the destinies to be avoided,
-    As venom toads or lizards' dreadful stings.
-  RICHARD. Iron of Naples hid with English gilt,
-    Whose father bears the title of a king-
-    As if a channel should be call'd the sea-
-    Sham'st thou not, knowing whence thou art extraught,
-    To let thy tongue detect thy base-born heart?
-  EDWARD. A wisp of straw were worth a thousand crowns
-    To make this shameless callet know herself.
-    Helen of Greece was fairer far than thou,
-    Although thy husband may be Menelaus;
-    And ne'er was Agamemmon's brother wrong'd
-    By that false woman as this king by thee.
-    His father revell'd in the heart of France,
-    And tam'd the King, and made the Dauphin stoop;
-    And had he match'd according to his state,
-    He might have kept that glory to this day;
-    But when he took a beggar to his bed
-    And grac'd thy poor sire with his bridal day,
-    Even then that sunshine brew'd a show'r for him
-    That wash'd his father's fortunes forth of France
-    And heap'd sedition on his crown at home.
-    For what hath broach'd this tumult but thy pride?
-    Hadst thou been meek, our title still had slept;
-    And we, in pity of the gentle King,
-    Had slipp'd our claim until another age.
-  GEORGE. But when we saw our sunshine made thy spring,
-    And that thy summer bred us no increase,
-    We set the axe to thy usurping root;
-    And though the edge hath something hit ourselves,
-    Yet know thou, since we have begun to strike,
-    We'll never leave till we have hewn thee down,
-    Or bath'd thy growing with our heated bloods.
-  EDWARD. And in this resolution I defy thee;
-    Not willing any longer conference,
-    Since thou deniest the gentle King to speak.
-    Sound trumpets; let our bloody colours wave,
-    And either victory or else a grave!
-  QUEEN MARGARET. Stay, Edward.
-  EDWARD. No, wrangling woman, we'll no longer stay;
-    These words will cost ten thousand lives this day.
-                                                          Exeunt
+Flourish. Enter King Henry, Queen Margaret, the Prince of Wales,
+Clifford and Northumberland with drums and trumpets.
+
+QUEEN MARGARET.
+Welcome, my lord, to this brave town of York.
+Yonder’s the head of that arch-enemy
+That sought to be encompassed with your crown.
+Doth not the object cheer your heart, my lord?
+
+KING HENRY.
+Ay, as the rocks cheer them that fear their wrack!
+To see this sight, it irks my very soul.
+Withhold revenge, dear God! ’Tis not my fault,
+Nor wittingly have I infringed my vow.
+
+CLIFFORD.
+My gracious liege, this too much lenity
+And harmful pity must be laid aside.
+To whom do lions cast their gentle looks?
+Not to the beast that would usurp 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 angry brows.
+He, but a duke, would have his son a king,
+And raise his issue like a loving sire;
+Thou, being a king, blest 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 used with fearful flight,
+Make war with him that climbed 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.
+
+KING HENRY.
+Full well hath Clifford played 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
+Whose father for his hoarding went to hell?
+I’ll leave my son my virtuous deeds behind,
+And would my father had left me no more;
+For all the rest is held at such a rate
+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!
+
+QUEEN MARGARET.
+My lord, cheer up your spirits; our foes are nigh,
+And this soft courage makes your followers faint.
+You promised knighthood to our forward son.
+Unsheathe your sword and dub him presently.—
+Edward, kneel down.
+
+KING HENRY.
+Edward Plantagenet, arise a knight;
+And learn this lesson: draw thy sword in right.
+
+PRINCE EDWARD.
+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.
+
+CLIFFORD.
+Why, that is spoken like a toward prince.
+
+Enter a Messenger.
+
+MESSENGER.
+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 battle, for they are at hand.
+
+CLIFFORD.
+I would your highness would depart the field.
+The Queen hath best success when you are absent.
+
+QUEEN MARGARET.
+Ay, good my lord, and leave us to our fortune.
+
+KING HENRY.
+Why, that’s my fortune too; therefore I’ll stay.
+
+NORTHUMBERLAND.
+Be it with resolution then to fight.
+
+PRINCE EDWARD.
+My royal father, cheer these noble lords,
+And hearten those that fight in your defence.
+Unsheathe your sword, good father; cry “Saint George!”
+
+March. Enter Edward, George, Richard, Warwick, Norfolk, Montague and
+Soldiers.
+
+EDWARD.
+Now, perjured Henry, wilt thou kneel for grace
+And set thy diadem upon my head,
+Or bide the mortal fortune of the field?
+
+QUEEN MARGARET.
+Go rate thy minions, proud insulting boy!
+Becomes it thee to be thus bold in terms
+Before thy sovereign and thy lawful king?
+
+EDWARD.
+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,
+You that are king, though he do wear the crown,
+Have caused him by new act of Parliament
+To blot out me and put his own son in.
+
+CLIFFORD.
+And reason too:
+Who should succeed the father but the son?
+
+RICHARD.
+Are you there, butcher? O, I cannot speak!
+
+CLIFFORD.
+Ay, crook-back; here I stand, to answer thee,
+Or any he, the proudest of thy sort.
+
+RICHARD.
+’Twas you that killed young Rutland, was it not?
+
+CLIFFORD.
+Ay, and old York, and yet not satisfied.
+
+RICHARD.
+For God’s sake, lords, give signal to the fight.
+
+WARWICK.
+What sayst thou, Henry, wilt thou yield the crown?
+
+QUEEN MARGARET.
+Why, how now, long-tongued Warwick, dare you speak?
+When you and I met at Saint Albans last,
+Your legs did better service than your hands.
+
+WARWICK.
+Then ’twas my turn to fly, and now ’tis thine.
+
+CLIFFORD.
+You said so much before, and yet you fled.
+
+WARWICK.
+’Twas not your valour, Clifford, drove me thence.
+
+NORTHUMBERLAND.
+No, nor your manhood that durst make you stay.
+
+RICHARD.
+Northumberland, I hold thee reverently.
+Break off the parley; for scarce I can refrain
+The execution of my big-swoln heart
+Upon that Clifford, that cruel child-killer.
+
+CLIFFORD.
+I slew thy father; call’st thou him a child?
+
+RICHARD.
+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.
+
+KING HENRY.
+Have done with words, my lords, and hear me speak.
+
+QUEEN MARGARET.
+Defy them then, or else hold close thy lips.
+
+KING HENRY.
+I prithee, give no limits to my tongue.
+I am a king, and privileged to speak.
+
+CLIFFORD.
+My liege, the wound that bred this meeting here
+Cannot be cured by words; therefore be still.
+
+RICHARD.
+Then, executioner, unsheathe thy sword.
+By Him that made us all, I am resolved
+That Clifford’s manhood lies upon his tongue.
+
+EDWARD.
+Say, Henry, shall I have my right, or no?
+A thousand men have broke their fasts today
+That ne’er shall dine unless thou yield the crown.
+
+WARWICK.
+If thou deny, their blood upon thy head;
+For York in justice puts his armour on.
+
+PRINCE EDWARD.
+If that be right which Warwick says is right,
+There is no wrong, but everything is right.
+
+RICHARD.
+Whoever got thee, there thy mother stands;
+For well I wot thou hast thy mother’s tongue.
+
+QUEEN MARGARET.
+But thou art neither like thy sire nor dam,
+But like a foul misshapen stigmatic,
+Marked by the Destinies to be avoided,
+As venom toads or lizards’ dreadful stings.
+
+RICHARD.
+Iron of Naples, hid with English gilt,
+Whose father bears the title of a king,
+As if a channel should be called the sea,
+Sham’st thou not, knowing whence thou art extraught,
+To let thy tongue detect thy base-born heart?
+
+EDWARD.
+A wisp of straw were worth a thousand crowns
+To make this shameless callet know herself.
+Helen of Greece was fairer far than thou,
+Although thy husband may be Menelaus;
+And ne’er was Agamemnon’s brother wronged
+By that false woman as this king by thee.
+His father revelled in the heart of France,
+And tamed the King, and made the Dauphin stoop;
+And had he matched according to his state,
+He might have kept that glory to this day;
+But when he took a beggar to his bed
+And graced thy poor sire with his bridal day,
+Even then that sunshine brewed a shower for him
+That washed his father’s fortunes forth of France
+And heaped sedition on his crown at home.
+For what hath broached this tumult but thy pride?
+Hadst thou been meek, our title still had slept;
+And we, in pity of the gentle king,
+Had slipped our claim until another age.
+
+GEORGE.
+But when we saw our sunshine made thy spring,
+And that thy summer bred us no increase,
+We set the axe to thy usurping root;
+And though the edge hath something hit ourselves,
+Yet know thou, since we have begun to strike,
+We’ll never leave till we have hewn thee down
+Or bathed thy growing with our heated bloods.
+
+EDWARD.
+And in this resolution I defy thee;
+Not willing any longer conference,
+Since thou deniest the gentle King to speak.
+Sound trumpets! Let our bloody colours wave;
+And either victory or else a grave!
+
+QUEEN MARGARET.
+Stay, Edward.
+
+EDWARD.
+No, wrangling woman, we’ll no longer stay.
+These words will cost ten thousand lives this day.
+
+[_Exeunt._]
 
 SCENE III. A field of battle between Towton and Saxton, in Yorkshire
 
-Alarum; excursions. Enter WARWICK
-
-  WARWICK. Forspent with toil, as runners with a race,
-    I lay me down a little while to breathe;
-    For strokes receiv'd and many blows repaid
-    Have robb'd my strong-knit sinews of their strength,
-    And spite of spite needs must I rest awhile.
-
-                     Enter EDWARD, running
-
-  EDWARD. Smile, gentle heaven, or strike, ungentle death;
-    For this world frowns, and Edward's sun is clouded.
-  WARWICK. How now, my lord. What hap? What hope of good?
-
-                         Enter GEORGE
-
-  GEORGE. Our hap is lost, our hope but sad despair;
-    Our ranks are broke, and ruin follows us.
-    What counsel give you? Whither shall we fly?
-  EDWARD. Bootless is flight: they follow us with wings;
-    And weak we are, and cannot shun pursuit.
-
-                         Enter RICHARD
-
-  RICHARD. Ah, Warwick, why hast thou withdrawn thyself?
-    Thy brother's blood the thirsty earth hath drunk,
-    Broach'd with the steely point of Clifford's lance;
-    And in the very pangs of death he cried,
-    Like to a dismal clangor heard from far,
-    'Warwick, revenge! Brother, revenge my death.'
-    So, underneath the belly of their steeds,
-    That stain'd their fetlocks in his smoking blood,
-    The noble gentleman gave up the ghost.
-  WARWICK. Then let the earth be drunken with our blood.
-    I'll kill my horse, because I will not fly.
-    Why stand we like soft-hearted women here,
-    Wailing our losses, whiles the foe doth rage,
-    And look upon, as if the tragedy
-    Were play'd in jest by counterfeiting actors?
-    Here on my knee I vow to God above
-    I'll never pause again, never stand still,
-    Till either death hath clos'd these eyes of mine
-    Or fortune given me measure of revenge.
-  EDWARD. O Warwick, I do bend my knee with thine,
-    And in this vow do chain my soul to thine!
-    And ere my knee rise from the earth's cold face
-    I throw my hands, mine eyes, my heart to Thee,
-    Thou setter-up and plucker-down of kings,
-    Beseeching Thee, if with Thy will it stands
-    That to my foes this body must be prey,
-    Yet that Thy brazen gates of heaven may ope
-    And give sweet passage to my sinful soul.
-    Now, lords, take leave until we meet again,
-    Where'er it be, in heaven or in earth.
-  RICHARD. Brother, give me thy hand; and, gentle Warwick,
-    Let me embrace thee in my weary arms.
-    I that did never weep now melt with woe
-    That winter should cut off our spring-time so.
-  WARWICK. Away, away! Once more, sweet lords, farewell.
-  GEORGE. Yet let us all together to our troops,
-    And give them leave to fly that will not stay,
-    And call them pillars that will stand to us;
-    And if we thrive, promise them such rewards
-    As victors wear at the Olympian games.
-    This may plant courage in their quailing breasts,
-    For yet is hope of life and victory.
-    Forslow no longer; make we hence amain.               Exeunt
-
-SCENE IV. Another part of the field
-
-Excursions. Enter RICHARD and CLIFFORD
-
-  RICHARD. Now, Clifford, I have singled thee alone.
-    Suppose this arm is for the Duke of York,
-    And this for Rutland; both bound to revenge,
-    Wert thou environ'd with a brazen wall.
-  CLIFFORD. Now, Richard, I am with thee here alone.
-    This is the hand that stabbed thy father York;
-    And this the hand that slew thy brother Rutland;
-    And here's the heart that triumphs in their death
-    And cheers these hands that slew thy sire and brother
-    To execute the like upon thyself;
-    And so, have at thee!                           [They fight]
-
-                 Enter WARWICK; CLIFFORD flies
-
-  RICHARD. Nay, Warwick, single out some other chase;
-    For I myself will hunt this wolf to death.            Exeunt
-
-SCENE V. Another part of the field
-
-Alarum. Enter KING HENRY alone
-
-  KING HENRY. This battle fares like to the morning's war,
-    When dying clouds contend with growing light,
-    What time the shepherd, blowing of his nails,
-    Can neither call it perfect day nor night.
-    Now sways it this way, like a mighty sea
-    Forc'd by the tide to combat with the wind;
-    Now sways it that way, like the selfsame sea
-    Forc'd to retire by fury of the wind.
-    Sometime the flood prevails, and then the wind;
-    Now one the better, then another best;
-    Both tugging to be victors, breast to breast,
-    Yet neither conqueror nor conquered.
-    So is the equal poise of this fell war.
-    Here on this molehill will I sit me down.
-    To whom God will, there be the victory!
-    For Margaret my queen, and Clifford too,
-    Have chid me from the battle, swearing both
-    They prosper best of all when I am thence.
-    Would I were dead, if God's good will were so!
-    For what is in this world but grief and woe?
-    O God! methinks it were a happy life
-    To be no better than a homely swain;
-    To sit upon a hill, as I do now,
-    To carve out dials quaintly, point by point,
-    Thereby to see the minutes how they run-
-    How many makes the hour full complete,
-    How many hours brings about the day,
-    How many days will finish up the year,
-    How many years a mortal man may live.
-    When this is known, then to divide the times-
-    So many hours must I tend my flock;
-    So many hours must I take my rest;
-    So many hours must I contemplate;
-    So many hours must I sport myself;
-    So many days my ewes have been with young;
-    So many weeks ere the poor fools will can;
-    So many years ere I shall shear the fleece:
-    So minutes, hours, days, months, and years,
-    Pass'd over to the end they were created,
-    Would bring white hairs unto a quiet grave.
-    Ah, what a life were this! how sweet! how lovely!
-    Gives not the hawthorn bush a sweeter shade
-    To shepherds looking on their silly sheep,
-    Than doth a rich embroider'd canopy
-    To kings that fear their subjects' treachery?
-    O yes, it doth; a thousand-fold it doth.
-    And to conclude: the shepherd's homely curds,
-    His cold thin drink out of his leather bottle,
-    His wonted sleep under a fresh tree's shade,
-    All which secure and sweetly he enjoys,
-    Is far beyond a prince's delicates-
-    His viands sparkling in a golden cup,
-    His body couched in a curious bed,
-    When care, mistrust, and treason waits on him.
-
-       Alarum. Enter a son that hath kill'd his Father, at
-       one door; and a FATHER that hath kill'd his Son, at
-                         another door
-
-  SON. Ill blows the wind that profits nobody.
-    This man whom hand to hand I slew in fight
-    May be possessed with some store of crowns;
-    And I, that haply take them from him now,
-    May yet ere night yield both my life and them
-    To some man else, as this dead man doth me.
-    Who's this? O God! It is my father's face,
-    Whom in this conflict I unwares have kill'd.
-    O heavy times, begetting such events!
-    From London by the King was I press'd forth;
-    My father, being the Earl of Warwick's man,
-    Came on the part of York, press'd by his master;
-    And I, who at his hands receiv'd my life,
-    Have by my hands of life bereaved him.
-    Pardon me, God, I knew not what I did.
-    And pardon, father, for I knew not thee.
-    My tears shall wipe away these bloody marks;
-    And no more words till they have flow'd their fill.
-  KING HENRY. O piteous spectacle! O bloody times!
-    Whiles lions war and battle for their dens,
-    Poor harmless lambs abide their enmity.
-    Weep, wretched man; I'll aid thee tear for tear;
-    And let our hearts and eyes, like civil war,
-    Be blind with tears and break o'ercharg'd with grief.
-
-               Enter FATHER, bearing of his SON
-
-  FATHER. Thou that so stoutly hath resisted me,
-    Give me thy gold, if thou hast any gold;
-    For I have bought it with an hundred blows.
-    But let me see. Is this our foeman's face?
-    Ah, no, no, no, no, it is mine only son!
-    Ah, boy, if any life be left in thee,
-    Throw up thine eye! See, see what show'rs arise,
-    Blown with the windy tempest of my heart
-    Upon thy wounds, that kills mine eye and heart!
-    O, pity, God, this miserable age!
-    What stratagems, how fell, how butcherly,
-    Erroneous, mutinous, and unnatural,
-    This deadly quarrel daily doth beget!
-    O boy, thy father gave thee life too soon,
-    And hath bereft thee of thy life too late!
-  KING HENRY. Woe above woe! grief more than common grief!
-    O that my death would stay these ruthful deeds!
-    O pity, pity, gentle heaven, pity!
-    The red rose and the white are on his face,
-    The fatal colours of our striving houses:
-    The one his purple blood right well resembles;
-    The other his pale cheeks, methinks, presenteth.
-    Wither one rose, and let the other flourish!
-    If you contend, a thousand lives must perish.
-  SON. How will my mother for a father's death
-    Take on with me, and ne'er be satisfied!
-  FATHER. How will my wife for slaughter of my son
-    Shed seas of tears, and ne'er be satisfied!
-  KING HENRY. How will the country for these woeful chances
-    Misthink the King, and not be satisfied!
-  SON. Was ever son so rued a father's death?
-  FATHER. Was ever father so bemoan'd his son?
-  KING HENRY. Was ever king so griev'd for subjects' woe?
-    Much is your sorrow; mine ten times so much.
-  SON. I'll bear thee hence, where I may weep my fill.
-                                              Exit with the body
-  FATHER. These arms of mine shall be thy winding-sheet;
-    My heart, sweet boy, shall be thy sepulchre,
-    For from my heart thine image ne'er shall go;
-    My sighing breast shall be thy funeral bell;
-    And so obsequious will thy father be,
-    Even for the loss of thee, having no more,
-    As Priam was for all his valiant sons.
-    I'll bear thee hence; and let them fight that will,
-    For I have murdered where I should not kill.
-                                              Exit with the body
-  KING HENRY. Sad-hearted men, much overgone with care,
-    Here sits a king more woeful than you are.
-
-           Alarums, excursions. Enter QUEEN MARGARET,
-                  PRINCE OF WALES, and EXETER
-
-  PRINCE OF WALES. Fly, father, fly; for all your friends are fled,
-    And Warwick rages like a chafed bull.
-    Away! for death doth hold us in pursuit.
-  QUEEN MARGARET. Mount you, my lord; towards Berwick post amain.
-    Edward and Richard, like a brace of greyhounds
-    Having the fearful flying hare in sight,
-    With fiery eyes sparkling for very wrath,
-    And bloody steel grasp'd in their ireful hands,
-    Are at our backs; and therefore hence amain.
-  EXETER. Away! for vengeance comes along with them.
-    Nay, stay not to expostulate; make speed;
-    Or else come after. I'll away before.
-  KING HENRY. Nay, take me with thee, good sweet Exeter.
-    Not that I fear to stay, but love to go
-    Whither the Queen intends. Forward; away!             Exeunt
-
-SCENE VI. Another part of the field
-
-A loud alarum. Enter CLIFFORD, wounded
-
-  CLIFFORD. Here burns my candle out; ay, here it dies,
-    Which, whiles it lasted, gave King Henry light.
-    O Lancaster, I fear thy overthrow
-    More than my body's parting with my soul!
-    My love and fear glu'd many friends to thee;
-    And, now I fall, thy tough commixture melts,
-    Impairing Henry, strength'ning misproud York.
-    The common people swarm like summer flies;
-    And whither fly the gnats but to the sun?
-    And who shines now but Henry's enemies?
-    O Phoebus, hadst thou never given consent
-    That Phaethon should check thy fiery steeds,
-    Thy burning car never had scorch'd the earth!
-    And, Henry, hadst thou sway'd as kings should do,
-    Or as thy father and his father did,
-    Giving no ground unto the house of York,
-    They never then had sprung like summer flies;
-    I and ten thousand in this luckless realm
-    Had left no mourning widows for our death;
-    And thou this day hadst kept thy chair in peace.
-    For what doth cherish weeds but gentle air?
-    And what makes robbers bold but too much lenity?
-    Bootless are plaints, and cureless are my wounds.
-    No way to fly, nor strength to hold out flight.
-    The foe is merciless and will not pity;
-    For at their hands I have deserv'd no pity.
-    The air hath got into my deadly wounds,
-    And much effuse of blood doth make me faint.
-    Come, York and Richard, Warwick and the rest;
-    I stabb'd your fathers' bosoms: split my breast.
-                                                     [He faints]
-
-       Alarum and retreat. Enter EDWARD, GEORGE, RICHARD
-               MONTAGUE, WARWICK, and soldiers
-
-  EDWARD. Now breathe we, lords. Good fortune bids us pause
-    And smooth the frowns of war with peaceful looks.
-    Some troops pursue the bloody-minded Queen
-    That led calm Henry, though he were a king,
-    As doth a sail, fill'd with a fretting gust,
-    Command an argosy to stern the waves.
-    But think you, lords, that Clifford fled with them?
-  WARWICK. No, 'tis impossible he should escape;
-    For, though before his face I speak the words,
-    Your brother Richard mark'd him for the grave;
-    And, whereso'er he is, he's surely dead.
-                                     [CLIFFORD groans, and dies]
-  RICHARD. Whose soul is that which takes her heavy leave?
-    A deadly groan, like life and death's departing.
-    See who it is.
-  EDWARD. And now the battle's ended,
-    If friend or foe, let him be gently used.
-  RICHARD. Revoke that doom of mercy, for 'tis Clifford;
-    Who not contented that he lopp'd the branch
-    In hewing Rutland when his leaves put forth,
-    But set his murd'ring knife unto the root
-    From whence that tender spray did sweetly spring-
-    I mean our princely father, Duke of York.
-  WARWICK. From off the gates of York fetch down the head,
-    Your father's head, which Clifford placed there;
-    Instead whereof let this supply the room.
-    Measure for measure must be answered.
-  EDWARD. Bring forth that fatal screech-owl to our house,
-    That nothing sung but death to us and ours.
-    Now death shall stop his dismal threat'ning sound,
-    And his ill-boding tongue no more shall speak.
-  WARWICK. I think his understanding is bereft.
-    Speak, Clifford, dost thou know who speaks to thee?
-    Dark cloudy death o'ershades his beams of life,
-    And he nor sees nor hears us what we say.
-  RICHARD. O, would he did! and so, perhaps, he doth.
-    'Tis but his policy to counterfeit,
-    Because he would avoid such bitter taunts
-    Which in the time of death he gave our father.
-  GEORGE. If so thou think'st, vex him with eager words.
-  RICHARD. Clifford, ask mercy and obtain no grace.
-  EDWARD. Clifford, repent in bootless penitence.
-  WARWICK. Clifford, devise excuses for thy faults.
-  GEORGE. While we devise fell tortures for thy faults.
-  RICHARD. Thou didst love York, and I am son to York.
-  EDWARD. Thou pitied'st Rutland, I will pity thee.
-  GEORGE. Where's Captain Margaret, to fence you now?
-  WARWICK. They mock thee, Clifford; swear as thou wast wont.
-  RICHARD. What, not an oath? Nay, then the world goes hard
-    When Clifford cannot spare his friends an oath.
-    I know by that he's dead; and by my soul,
-    If this right hand would buy two hours' life,
-    That I in all despite might rail at him,
-    This hand should chop it off, and with the issuing blood
-    Stifle the villain whose unstanched thirst
-    York and young Rutland could not satisfy.
-  WARWICK. Ay, but he's dead. Off with the traitor's head,
-    And rear it in the place your father's stands.
-    And now to London with triumphant march,
-    There to be crowned England's royal King;
-    From whence shall Warwick cut the sea to France,
-    And ask the Lady Bona for thy queen.
-    So shalt thou sinew both these lands together;
-    And, having France thy friend, thou shalt not dread
-    The scatt'red foe that hopes to rise again;
-    For though they cannot greatly sting to hurt,
-    Yet look to have them buzz to offend thine ears.
-    First will I see the coronation;
-    And then to Brittany I'll cross the sea
-    To effect this marriage, so it please my lord.
-  EDWARD. Even as thou wilt, sweet Warwick, let it be;
-    For in thy shoulder do I build my seat,
-    And never will I undertake the thing
-    Wherein thy counsel and consent is wanting.
-    Richard, I will create thee Duke of Gloucester;
-    And George, of Clarence; Warwick, as ourself,
-    Shall do and undo as him pleaseth best.
-  RICHARD. Let me be Duke of Clarence, George of Gloucester;
-    For Gloucester's dukedom is too ominous.
-  WARWICK. Tut, that's a foolish observation.
-    Richard, be Duke of Gloucester. Now to London
-    To see these honours in possession.                   Exeunt
-
-ACT III. SCENE I. A chase in the north of England
-
-Enter two KEEPERS, with cross-bows in their hands
-
-  FIRST KEEPER. Under this thick-grown brake we'll shroud ourselves,
-    For through this laund anon the deer will come;
-    And in this covert will we make our stand,
-    Culling the principal of all the deer.
-  SECOND KEEPER. I'll stay above the hill, so both may shoot.
-  FIRST KEEPER. That cannot be; the noise of thy cross-bow
-    Will scare the herd, and so my shoot is lost.
-    Here stand we both, and aim we at the best;
-    And, for the time shall not seem tedious,
-    I'll tell thee what befell me on a day
-    In this self-place where now we mean to stand.
-  SECOND KEEPER. Here comes a man; let's stay till he be past.
-
-        Enter KING HENRY, disguised, with a prayer-book
-
-  KING HENRY. From Scotland am I stol'n, even of pure love,
-    To greet mine own land with my wishful sight.
-    No, Harry, Harry, 'tis no land of thine;
-    Thy place is fill'd, thy sceptre wrung from thee,
-    Thy balm wash'd off wherewith thou wast anointed.
-    No bending knee will call thee Caesar now,
-    No humble suitors press to speak for right,
-    No, not a man comes for redress of thee;
-    For how can I help them and not myself?
-  FIRST KEEPER. Ay, here's a deer whose skin's a keeper's fee.
-    This is the quondam King; let's seize upon him.
-  KING HENRY. Let me embrace thee, sour adversity,
-    For wise men say it is the wisest course.
-  SECOND KEEPER. Why linger we? let us lay hands upon him.
-  FIRST KEEPER. Forbear awhile; we'll hear a little more.
-  KING HENRY. My Queen and son are gone to France for aid;
-    And, as I hear, the great commanding Warwick
-    Is thither gone to crave the French King's sister
-    To wife for Edward. If this news be true,
-    Poor queen and son, your labour is but lost;
-    For Warwick is a subtle orator,
-    And Lewis a prince soon won with moving words.
-    By this account, then, Margaret may win him;
-    For she's a woman to be pitied much.
-    Her sighs will make a batt'ry in his breast;
-    Her tears will pierce into a marble heart;
-    The tiger will be mild whiles she doth mourn;
-    And Nero will be tainted with remorse
-    To hear and see her plaints, her brinish tears.
-    Ay, but she's come to beg: Warwick, to give.
-    She, on his left side, craving aid for Henry:
-    He, on his right, asking a wife for Edward.
-    She weeps, and says her Henry is depos'd:
-    He smiles, and says his Edward is install'd;
-    That she, poor wretch, for grief can speak no more;
-    Whiles Warwick tells his title, smooths the wrong,
-    Inferreth arguments of mighty strength,
-    And in conclusion wins the King from her
-    With promise of his sister, and what else,
-    To strengthen and support King Edward's place.
-    O Margaret, thus 'twill be; and thou, poor soul,
-    Art then forsaken, as thou went'st forlorn!
-  SECOND KEEPER. Say, what art thou that talk'st of kings and queens?
-  KING HENRY. More than I seem, and less than I was born to:
-    A man at least, for less I should not be;
-    And men may talk of kings, and why not I?
-  SECOND KEEPER. Ay, but thou talk'st as if thou wert a king.
-  KING HENRY. Why, so I am- in mind; and that's enough.
-  SECOND KEEPER. But, if thou be a king, where is thy crown?
-  KING HENRY. My crown is in my heart, not on my head;
-    Not deck'd with diamonds and Indian stones,
-    Not to be seen. My crown is call'd content;
-    A crown it is that seldom kings enjoy.
-  SECOND KEEPER. Well, if you be a king crown'd with content,
-    Your crown content and you must be contented
-    To go along with us; for as we think,
-    You are the king King Edward hath depos'd;
-    And we his subjects, sworn in all allegiance,
-    Will apprehend you as his enemy.
-  KING HENRY. But did you never swear, and break an oath?
-  SECOND KEEPER. No, never such an oath; nor will not now.
-  KING HENRY. Where did you dwell when I was King of England?
-  SECOND KEEPER. Here in this country, where we now remain.
-  KING HENRY. I was anointed king at nine months old;
-    My father and my grandfather were kings;
-    And you were sworn true subjects unto me;
-    And tell me, then, have you not broke your oaths?
-  FIRST KEEPER. No;
-    For we were subjects but while you were king.
-  KING HENRY. Why, am I dead? Do I not breathe a man?
-    Ah, simple men, you know not what you swear!
-    Look, as I blow this feather from my face,
-    And as the air blows it to me again,
-    Obeying with my wind when I do blow,
-    And yielding to another when it blows,
-    Commanded always by the greater gust,
-    Such is the lightness of you common men.
-    But do not break your oaths; for of that sin
-    My mild entreaty shall not make you guilty.
-    Go where you will, the King shall be commanded;
-    And be you kings: command, and I'll obey.
-  FIRST KEEPER. We are true subjects to the King, King Edward.
-  KING HENRY. So would you be again to Henry,
-    If he were seated as King Edward is.
-  FIRST KEEPER. We charge you, in God's name and the King's,
-    To go with us unto the officers.
-  KING HENRY. In God's name, lead; your King's name be obey'd;
-    And what God will, that let your King perform;
-    And what he will, I humbly yield unto.                Exeunt
-
-SCENE II. London. The palace
-
-Enter KING EDWARD, GLOUCESTER, CLARENCE, and LADY GREY
-
-  KING EDWARD. Brother of Gloucester, at Saint Albans' field
-    This lady's husband, Sir Richard Grey, was slain,
-    His land then seiz'd on by the conqueror.
-    Her suit is now to repossess those lands;
-    Which we in justice cannot well deny,
-    Because in quarrel of the house of York
-    The worthy gentleman did lose his life.
-  GLOUCESTER. Your Highness shall do well to grant her suit;
-    It were dishonour to deny it her.
-  KING EDWARD. It were no less; but yet I'll make a pause.
-  GLOUCESTER. [Aside to CLARENCE] Yea, is it so?
-    I see the lady hath a thing to grant,
-    Before the King will grant her humble suit.
-  CLARENCE. [Aside to GLOUCESTER] He knows the game; how true he
-    keeps the wind!
-  GLOUCESTER. [Aside to CLARENCE] Silence!
-  KING EDWARD. Widow, we will consider of your suit;
-    And come some other time to know our mind.
-  LADY GREY. Right gracious lord, I cannot brook delay.
-    May it please your Highness to resolve me now;
-    And what your pleasure is shall satisfy me.
-  GLOUCESTER. [Aside] Ay, widow? Then I'll warrant you all your
-      lands,
-    An if what pleases him shall pleasure you.
-    Fight closer or, good faith, you'll catch a blow.
-  CLARENCE. [Aside to GLOUCESTER] I fear her not, unless she chance
-    to fall.
-  GLOUCESTER. [Aside to CLARENCE] God forbid that, for he'll take
-    vantages.
-  KING EDWARD. How many children hast thou, widow, tell me.
-  CLARENCE. [Aside to GLOUCESTER] I think he means to beg a child of
-    her.
-  GLOUCESTER. [Aside to CLARENCE] Nay, then whip me; he'll rather
-    give her two.
-  LADY GREY. Three, my most gracious lord.
-  GLOUCESTER. [Aside] You shall have four if you'll be rul'd by him.
-  KING EDWARD. 'Twere pity they should lose their father's lands.
-  LADY GREY. Be pitiful, dread lord, and grant it, then.
-  KING EDWARD. Lords, give us leave; I'll try this widow's wit.
-  GLOUCESTER. [Aside] Ay, good leave have you; for you will have
-      leave
-    Till youth take leave and leave you to the crutch.
-                              [GLOUCESTER and CLARENCE withdraw]
-  KING EDWARD. Now tell me, madam, do you love your children?
-  LADY GREY. Ay, full as dearly as I love myself.
-  KING EDWARD. And would you not do much to do them good?
-  LADY GREY. To do them good I would sustain some harm.
-  KING EDWARD. Then get your husband's lands, to do them good.
-  LADY GREY. Therefore I came unto your Majesty.
-  KING EDWARD. I'll tell you how these lands are to be got.
-  LADY GREY. So shall you bind me to your Highness' service.
-  KING EDWARD. What service wilt thou do me if I give them?
-  LADY GREY. What you command that rests in me to do.
-  KING EDWARD. But you will take exceptions to my boon.
-  LADY GREY. No, gracious lord, except I cannot do it.
-  KING EDWARD. Ay, but thou canst do what I mean to ask.
-  LADY GREY. Why, then I will do what your Grace commands.
-  GLOUCESTER. He plies her hard; and much rain wears the marble.
-  CLARENCE. As red as fire! Nay, then her wax must melt.
-  LADY GREY. Why stops my lord? Shall I not hear my task?
-  KING EDWARD. An easy task; 'tis but to love a king.
-  LADY GREY. That's soon perform'd, because I am a subject.
-  KING EDWARD. Why, then, thy husband's lands I freely give thee.
-  LADY GREY. I take my leave with many thousand thanks.
-  GLOUCESTER. The match is made; she seals it with a curtsy.
-  KING EDWARD. But stay thee- 'tis the fruits of love I mean.
-  LADY GREY. The fruits of love I mean, my loving liege.
-  KING EDWARD. Ay, but, I fear me, in another sense.
-    What love, thinkst thou, I sue so much to get?
-  LADY GREY. My love till death, my humble thanks, my prayers;
-    That love which virtue begs and virtue grants.
-  KING EDWARD. No, by my troth, I did not mean such love.
-  LADY GREY. Why, then you mean not as I thought you did.
-  KING EDWARD. But now you partly may perceive my mind.
-  LADY GREY. My mind will never grant what I perceive
-    Your Highness aims at, if I aim aright.
-  KING EDWARD. To tell thee plain, I aim to lie with thee.
-  LADY GREY. To tell you plain, I had rather lie in prison.
-  KING EDWARD. Why, then thou shalt not have thy husband's lands.
-  LADY GREY. Why, then mine honesty shall be my dower;
-    For by that loss I will not purchase them.
-  KING EDWARD. Therein thou wrong'st thy children mightily.
-  LADY GREY. Herein your Highness wrongs both them and me.
-    But, mighty lord, this merry inclination
-    Accords not with the sadness of my suit.
-    Please you dismiss me, either with ay or no.
-  KING EDWARD. Ay, if thou wilt say ay to my request;
-    No, if thou dost say no to my demand.
-  LADY GREY. Then, no, my lord. My suit is at an end.
-  GLOUCESTER. The widow likes him not; she knits her brows.
-  CLARENCE. He is the bluntest wooer in Christendom.
-  KING EDWARD. [Aside] Her looks doth argue her replete with modesty;
-    Her words doth show her wit incomparable;
-    All her perfections challenge sovereignty.
-    One way or other, she is for a king;
-    And she shall be my love, or else my queen.
-    Say that King Edward take thee for his queen?
-  LADY GREY. 'Tis better said than done, my gracious lord.
-    I am a subject fit to jest withal,
-    But far unfit to be a sovereign.
-  KING EDWARD. Sweet widow, by my state I swear to thee
-    I speak no more than what my soul intends;
-    And that is to enjoy thee for my love.
-  LADY GREY. And that is more than I will yield unto.
-    I know I am too mean to be your queen,
-    And yet too good to be your concubine.
-  KING EDWARD. You cavil, widow; I did mean my queen.
-  LADY GREY. 'Twill grieve your Grace my sons should call you father.
-  KING EDWARD.No more than when my daughters call thee mother.
-    Thou art a widow, and thou hast some children;
-    And, by God's Mother, I, being but a bachelor,
-    Have other some. Why, 'tis a happy thing
-    To be the father unto many sons.
-    Answer no more, for thou shalt be my queen.
-  GLOUCESTER. The ghostly father now hath done his shrift.
-  CLARENCE. When he was made a shriver, 'twas for shrift.
-  KING EDWARD. Brothers, you muse what chat we two have had.
-  GLOUCESTER. The widow likes it not, for she looks very sad.
-  KING EDWARD. You'd think it strange if I should marry her.
-  CLARENCE. To who, my lord?
-  KING EDWARD. Why, Clarence, to myself.
-  GLOUCESTER. That would be ten days' wonder at the least.
-  CLARENCE. That's a day longer than a wonder lasts.
-  GLOUCESTER. By so much is the wonder in extremes.
-  KING EDWARD. Well, jest on, brothers; I can tell you both
-    Her suit is granted for her husband's lands.
-
-                       Enter a NOBLEMAN
-
-  NOBLEMAN. My gracious lord, Henry your foe is taken
-    And brought your prisoner to your palace gate.
-  KING EDWARD. See that he be convey'd unto the Tower.
-    And go we, brothers, to the man that took him
-    To question of his apprehension.
-    Widow, go you along. Lords, use her honourably.
-                                       Exeunt all but GLOUCESTER
-  GLOUCESTER. Ay, Edward will use women honourably.
-    Would he were wasted, marrow, bones, and all,
-    That from his loins no hopeful branch may spring
-    To cross me from the golden time I look for!
-    And yet, between my soul's desire and me-
-    The lustful Edward's title buried-
-    Is Clarence, Henry, and his son young Edward,
-    And all the unlook'd for issue of their bodies,
-    To take their rooms ere I can place myself.
-    A cold premeditation for my purpose!
-    Why, then I do but dream on sovereignty;
-    Like one that stands upon a promontory
-    And spies a far-off shore where he would tread,
-    Wishing his foot were equal with his eye;
-    And chides the sea that sunders him from thence,
-    Saying he'll lade it dry to have his way-
-    So do I wish the crown, being so far off;
-    And so I chide the means that keeps me from it;
-    And so I say I'll cut the causes off,
-    Flattering me with impossibilities.
-    My eye's too quick, my heart o'erweens too much,
-    Unless my hand and strength could equal them.
-    Well, say there is no kingdom then for Richard;
-    What other pleasure can the world afford?
-    I'll make my heaven in a lady's lap,
-    And deck my body in gay ornaments,
-    And witch sweet ladies with my words and looks.
-    O miserable thought! and more unlikely
-    Than to accomplish twenty golden crowns.
-    Why, love forswore me in my mother's womb;
-    And, for I should not deal in her soft laws,
-    She did corrupt frail nature with some bribe
-    To shrink mine arm up like a wither'd shrub
-    To make an envious mountain on my back,
-    Where sits deformity to mock my body;
-    To shape my legs of an unequal size;
-    To disproportion me in every part,
-    Like to a chaos, or an unlick'd bear-whelp
-    That carries no impression like the dam.
-    And am I, then, a man to be belov'd?
-    O monstrous fault to harbour such a thought!
-    Then, since this earth affords no joy to me
-    But to command, to check, to o'erbear such
-    As are of better person than myself,
-    I'll make my heaven to dream upon the crown,
-    And whiles I live t' account this world but hell,
-    Until my misshap'd trunk that bear this head
-    Be round impaled with a glorious crown.
-    And yet I know not how to get the crown,
-    For many lives stand between me and home;
-    And I- like one lost in a thorny wood
-    That rents the thorns and is rent with the thorns,
-    Seeking a way and straying from the way
-    Not knowing how to find the open air,
-    But toiling desperately to find it out-
-    Torment myself to catch the English crown;
-    And from that torment I will free myself
-    Or hew my way out with a bloody axe.
-    Why, I can smile, and murder whiles I smile,
-    And cry 'Content!' to that which grieves my heart,
-    And wet my cheeks with artificial tears,
-    And frame my face to all occasions.
-    I'll drown more sailors than the mermaid shall;
-    I'll slay more gazers than the basilisk;
-    I'll play the orator as well as Nestor,
-    Deceive more slily than Ulysses could,
-    And, like a Sinon, take another Troy.
-    I can add colours to the chameleon,
-    Change shapes with Protheus for advantages,
-    And set the murderous Machiavel to school.
-    Can I do this, and cannot get a crown?
-    Tut, were it farther off, I'll pluck it down.           Exit
-
-SCENE III. France.  The KING'S palace
-
-Flourish.  Enter LEWIS the French King, his sister BONA, his Admiral
-call'd BOURBON; PRINCE EDWARD, QUEEN MARGARET, and the EARL of OXFORD.
-LEWIS sits, and riseth up again
-
-  LEWIS. Fair Queen of England, worthy Margaret,
-    Sit down with us. It ill befits thy state
-    And birth that thou shouldst stand while Lewis doth sit.
-  QUEEN MARGARET. No, mighty King of France. Now Margaret
-    Must strike her sail and learn a while to serve
-    Where kings command. I was, I must confess,
-    Great Albion's Queen in former golden days;
-    But now mischance hath trod my title down
-    And with dishonour laid me on the ground,
-    Where I must take like seat unto my fortune,
-    And to my humble seat conform myself.
-  LEWIS. Why, say, fair Queen, whence springs this deep despair?
-  QUEEN MARGARET. From such a cause as fills mine eyes with tears
-    And stops my tongue, while heart is drown'd in cares.
-  LEWIS. Whate'er it be, be thou still like thyself,
-    And sit thee by our side. [Seats her by him] Yield not thy neck
-    To fortune's yoke, but let thy dauntless mind
-    Still ride in triumph over all mischance.
-    Be plain, Queen Margaret, and tell thy grief;
-    It shall be eas'd, if France can yield relief.
-  QUEEN MARGARET. Those gracious words revive my drooping thoughts
-    And give my tongue-tied sorrows leave to speak.
-    Now therefore be it known to noble Lewis
-    That Henry, sole possessor of my love,
-    Is, of a king, become a banish'd man,
-    And forc'd to live in Scotland a forlorn;
-    While proud ambitious Edward Duke of York
-    Usurps the regal title and the seat
-    Of England's true-anointed lawful King.
-    This is the cause that I, poor Margaret,
-    With this my son, Prince Edward, Henry's heir,
-    Am come to crave thy just and lawful aid;
-    And if thou fail us, all our hope is done.
-    Scotland hath will to help, but cannot help;
-    Our people and our peers are both misled,
-    Our treasure seiz'd, our soldiers put to flight,
-    And, as thou seest, ourselves in heavy plight.
-  LEWIS. Renowned Queen, with patience calm the storm,
-    While we bethink a means to break it off.
-  QUEEN MARGARET. The more we stay, the stronger grows our foe.
-  LEWIS. The more I stay, the more I'll succour thee.
-  QUEEN MARGARET. O, but impatience waiteth on true sorrow.
-    And see where comes the breeder of my sorrow!
-
-                        Enter WARWICK
-
-  LEWIS. What's he approacheth boldly to our presence?
-  QUEEN MARGARET. Our Earl of Warwick, Edward's greatest friend.
-  LEWIS. Welcome, brave Warwick! What brings thee to France?
-                                      [He descends. She ariseth]
-  QUEEN MARGARET. Ay, now begins a second storm to rise;
-    For this is he that moves both wind and tide.
-  WARWICK. From worthy Edward, King of Albion,
-    My lord and sovereign, and thy vowed friend,
-    I come, in kindness and unfeigned love,
-    First to do greetings to thy royal person,
-    And then to crave a league of amity,
-    And lastly to confirm that amity
-    With nuptial knot, if thou vouchsafe to grant
-    That virtuous Lady Bona, thy fair sister,
-    To England's King in lawful marriage.
-  QUEEN MARGARET. [Aside] If that go forward, Henry's hope is done.
-  WARWICK. [To BONA] And, gracious madam, in our king's behalf,
-    I am commanded, with your leave and favour,
-    Humbly to kiss your hand, and with my tongue
-    To tell the passion of my sovereign's heart;
-    Where fame, late ent'ring at his heedful ears,
-    Hath plac'd thy beauty's image and thy virtue.
-  QUEEN MARGARET. King Lewis and Lady Bona, hear me speak
-    Before you answer Warwick. His demand
-    Springs not from Edward's well-meant honest love,
-    But from deceit bred by necessity;
-    For how can tyrants safely govern home
-    Unless abroad they purchase great alliance?
-    To prove him tyrant this reason may suffice,
-    That Henry liveth still; but were he dead,
-    Yet here Prince Edward stands, King Henry's son.
-    Look therefore, Lewis, that by this league and marriage
-    Thou draw not on thy danger and dishonour;
-    For though usurpers sway the rule a while
-    Yet heav'ns are just, and time suppresseth wrongs.
-  WARWICK. Injurious Margaret!
-  PRINCE OF WALES. And why not Queen?
-  WARWICK. Because thy father Henry did usurp;
-    And thou no more art prince than she is queen.
-  OXFORD. Then Warwick disannuls great John of Gaunt,
-    Which did subdue the greatest part of Spain;
-    And, after John of Gaunt, Henry the Fourth,
-    Whose wisdom was a mirror to the wisest;
-    And, after that wise prince, Henry the Fifth,
-    Who by his prowess conquered all France.
-    From these our Henry lineally descends.
-  WARWICK. Oxford, how haps it in this smooth discourse
-    You told not how Henry the Sixth hath lost
-    All that which Henry the Fifth had gotten?
-    Methinks these peers of France should smile at that.
-    But for the rest: you tell a pedigree
-    Of threescore and two years- a silly time
-    To make prescription for a kingdom's worth.
-  OXFORD. Why, Warwick, canst thou speak against thy liege,
-    Whom thou obeyed'st thirty and six years,
-    And not betray thy treason with a blush?
-  WARWICK. Can Oxford that did ever fence the right
-    Now buckler falsehood with a pedigree?
-    For shame! Leave Henry, and call Edward king.
-  OXFORD. Call him my king by whose injurious doom
-    My elder brother, the Lord Aubrey Vere,
-    Was done to death; and more than so, my father,
-    Even in the downfall of his mellow'd years,
-    When nature brought him to the door of death?
-    No, Warwick, no; while life upholds this arm,
-    This arm upholds the house of Lancaster.
-  WARWICK. And I the house of York.
-  LEWIS. Queen Margaret, Prince Edward, and Oxford,
-    Vouchsafe at our request to stand aside
-    While I use further conference with Warwick.
-                                              [They stand aloof]
-  QUEEN MARGARET. Heavens grant that Warwick's words bewitch him not!
-  LEWIS. Now, Warwick, tell me, even upon thy conscience,
-    Is Edward your true king? for I were loath
-    To link with him that were not lawful chosen.
-  WARWICK. Thereon I pawn my credit and mine honour.
-  LEWIS. But is he gracious in the people's eye?
-  WARWICK. The more that Henry was unfortunate.
-  LEWIS. Then further: all dissembling set aside,
-    Tell me for truth the measure of his love
-    Unto our sister Bona.
-  WARWICK. Such it seems
-    As may beseem a monarch like himself.
-    Myself have often heard him say and swear
-    That this his love was an eternal plant
-    Whereof the root was fix'd in virtue's ground,
-    The leaves and fruit maintain'd with beauty's sun,
-    Exempt from envy, but not from disdain,
-    Unless the Lady Bona quit his pain.
-  LEWIS. Now, sister, let us hear your firm resolve.
-  BONA. Your grant or your denial shall be mine.
-    [To WARWICK] Yet I confess that often ere this day,
-    When I have heard your king's desert recounted,
-    Mine ear hath tempted judgment to desire.
-  LEWIS. Then, Warwick, thus: our sister shall be Edward's.
-    And now forthwith shall articles be drawn
-    Touching the jointure that your king must make,
-    Which with her dowry shall be counterpois'd.
-    Draw near, Queen Margaret, and be a witness
-    That Bona shall be wife to the English king.
-  PRINCE OF WALES. To Edward, but not to the English king.
-  QUEEN MARGARET. Deceitful Warwick, it was thy device
-    By this alliance to make void my suit.
-    Before thy coming, Lewis was Henry's friend.
-  LEWIS. And still is friend to him and Margaret.
-    But if your title to the crown be weak,
-    As may appear by Edward's good success,
-    Then 'tis but reason that I be releas'd
-    From giving aid which late I promised.
-    Yet shall you have all kindness at my hand
-    That your estate requires and mine can yield.
-  WARWICK. Henry now lives in Scotland at his case,
-    Where having nothing, nothing can he lose.
-    And as for you yourself, our quondam queen,
-    You have a father able to maintain you,
-    And better 'twere you troubled him than France.
-  QUEEN MARGARET. Peace, impudent and shameless Warwick,
-    Proud setter up and puller down of kings!
-    I will not hence till with my talk and tears,
-    Both full of truth, I make King Lewis behold
-    Thy sly conveyance and thy lord's false love;
-    For both of you are birds of self-same feather.
-                                    [POST blowing a horn within]
-  LEWIS. Warwick, this is some post to us or thee.
-
-                       Enter the POST
-
-  POST. My lord ambassador, these letters are for you,
-    Sent from your brother, Marquis Montague.
-    These from our King unto your Majesty.
-    And, madam, these for you; from whom I know not.
-                                   [They all read their letters]
-  OXFORD. I like it well that our fair Queen and mistress
-    Smiles at her news, while Warwick frowns at his.
-  PRINCE OF WALES. Nay, mark how Lewis stamps as he were nettled.
-    I hope all's for the best.
-  LEWIS. Warwick, what are thy news? And yours, fair Queen?
-  QUEEN MARGARET. Mine such as fill my heart with unhop'd joys.
-  WARWICK. Mine, full of sorrow and heart's discontent.
-  LEWIS. What, has your king married the Lady Grey?
-    And now, to soothe your forgery and his,
-    Sends me a paper to persuade me patience?
-    Is this th' alliance that he seeks with France?
-    Dare he presume to scorn us in this manner?
-  QUEEN MARGARET. I told your Majesty as much before.
-    This proveth Edward's love and Warwick's honesty.
-  WARWICK. King Lewis, I here protest in sight of heaven,
-    And by the hope I have of heavenly bliss,
-    That I am clear from this misdeed of Edward's-
-    No more my king, for he dishonours me,
-    But most himself, if he could see his shame.
-    Did I forget that by the house of York
-    My father came untimely to his death?
-    Did I let pass th' abuse done to my niece?
-    Did I impale him with the regal crown?
-    Did I put Henry from his native right?
-    And am I guerdon'd at the last with shame?
-    Shame on himself! for my desert is honour;
-    And to repair my honour lost for him
-    I here renounce him and return to Henry.
-    My noble Queen, let former grudges pass,
-    And henceforth I am thy true servitor.
-    I will revenge his wrong to Lady Bona,
-    And replant Henry in his former state.
-  QUEEN MARGARET. Warwick, these words have turn'd my hate to love;
-    And I forgive and quite forget old faults,
-    And joy that thou becom'st King Henry's friend.
-  WARWICK. So much his friend, ay, his unfeigned friend,
-    That if King Lewis vouchsafe to furnish us
-    With some few bands of chosen soldiers,
-    I'll undertake to land them on our coast
-    And force the tyrant from his seat by war.
-    'Tis not his new-made bride shall succour him;
-    And as for Clarence, as my letters tell me,
-    He's very likely now to fall from him
-    For matching more for wanton lust than honour
-    Or than for strength and safety of our country.
-  BONA. Dear brother, how shall Bona be reveng'd
-    But by thy help to this distressed queen?
-  QUEEN MARGARET. Renowned Prince, how shall poor Henry live
-    Unless thou rescue him from foul despair?
-  BONA. My quarrel and this English queen's are one.
-  WARWICK. And mine, fair Lady Bona, joins with yours.
-  LEWIS. And mine with hers, and thine, and Margaret's.
-    Therefore, at last, I firmly am resolv'd
-    You shall have aid.
-  QUEEN MARGARET. Let me give humble thanks for all at once.
-  LEWIS. Then, England's messenger, return in post
-    And tell false Edward, thy supposed king,
-    That Lewis of France is sending over masquers
-    To revel it with him and his new bride.
-    Thou seest what's past; go fear thy king withal.
-  BONA. Tell him, in hope he'll prove a widower shortly,
-    I'll wear the willow-garland for his sake.
-  QUEEN MARGARET. Tell him my mourning weeds are laid aside,
-    And I am ready to put armour on.
-  WARWICK. Tell him from me that he hath done me wrong,
-    And therefore I'll uncrown him ere't be long.
-    There's thy reward; be gone.                       Exit POST
-  LEWIS. But, Warwick,
-    Thou and Oxford, with five thousand men,
-    Shall cross the seas and bid false Edward battle:
-    And, as occasion serves, this noble Queen
-    And Prince shall follow with a fresh supply.
-    Yet, ere thou go, but answer me one doubt:
-    What pledge have we of thy firm loyalty?
-  WARWICK. This shall assure my constant loyalty:
-    That if our Queen and this young Prince agree,
-    I'll join mine eldest daughter and my joy
-    To him forthwith in holy wedlock bands.
-  QUEEN MARGARET. Yes, I agree, and thank you for your motion.
-    Son Edward, she is fair and virtuous,
-    Therefore delay not- give thy hand to Warwick;
-    And with thy hand thy faith irrevocable
-    That only Warwick's daughter shall be thine.
-  PRINCE OF WALES. Yes, I accept her, for she well deserves it;
-    And here, to pledge my vow, I give my hand.
-                                  [He gives his hand to WARWICK]
-  LEWIS. stay we now? These soldiers shall be levied;
-    And thou, Lord Bourbon, our High Admiral,
-    Shall waft them over with our royal fleet.
-    I long till Edward fall by war's mischance
-    For mocking marriage with a dame of France.
-                                          Exeunt all but WARWICK
-  WARWICK. I came from Edward as ambassador,
-    But I return his sworn and mortal foe.
-    Matter of marriage was the charge he gave me,
-    But dreadful war shall answer his demand.
-    Had he none else to make a stale but me?
-    Then none but I shall turn his jest to sorrow.
-    I was the chief that rais'd him to the crown,
-    And I'll be chief to bring him down again;
-    Not that I pity Henry's misery,
-    But seek revenge on Edward's mockery.                   Exit
-
-ACT IV. SCENE I. London. The palace
-
-Enter GLOUCESTER, CLARENCE, SOMERSET, and MONTAGUE
-
-  GLOUCESTER. Now tell me, brother Clarence, what think you
-    Of this new marriage with the Lady Grey?
-    Hath not our brother made a worthy choice?
-  CLARENCE. Alas, you know 'tis far from hence to France!
-    How could he stay till Warwick made return?
-  SOMERSET. My lords, forbear this talk; here comes the King.
-
-           Flourish. Enter KING EDWARD, attended; LADY
-          GREY, as Queen; PEMBROKE, STAFFORD, HASTINGS,
-      and others. Four stand on one side, and four on the other
-
-  GLOUCESTER. And his well-chosen bride.
-  CLARENCE. I mind to tell him plainly what I think.
-  KING EDWARD. Now, brother of Clarence, how like you our choice
-    That you stand pensive as half malcontent?
-  CLARENCE. As well as Lewis of France or the Earl of Warwick,
-    Which are so weak of courage and in judgment
-    That they'll take no offence at our abuse.
-  KING EDWARD. Suppose they take offence without a cause;
-    They are but Lewis and Warwick: I am Edward,
-    Your King and Warwick's and must have my will.
-  GLOUCESTER. And shall have your will, because our King.
-    Yet hasty marriage seldom proveth well.
-  KING EDWARD. Yea, brother Richard, are you offended too?
-  GLOUCESTER. Not I.
-    No, God forbid that I should wish them sever'd
-    Whom God hath join'd together; ay, and 'twere pity
-    To sunder them that yoke so well together.
-  KING EDWARD. Setting your scorns and your mislike aside,
-    Tell me some reason why the Lady Grey
-    Should not become my wife and England's Queen.
-    And you too, Somerset and Montague,
-    Speak freely what you think.
-  CLARENCE. Then this is mine opinion: that King Lewis
-    Becomes your enemy for mocking him
-    About the marriage of the Lady Bona.
-  GLOUCESTER. And Warwick, doing what you gave in charge,
-    Is now dishonoured by this new marriage.
-  KING EDWARD. What if both Lewis and Warwick be appeas'd
-    By such invention as I can devise?
-  MONTAGUE. Yet to have join'd with France in such alliance
-    Would more have strength'ned this our commonwealth
-    'Gainst foreign storms than any home-bred marriage.
-  HASTINGS. Why, knows not Montague that of itself
-    England is safe, if true within itself?
-  MONTAGUE. But the safer when 'tis back'd with France.
-  HASTINGS. 'Tis better using France than trusting France.
-    Let us be back'd with God, and with the seas
-    Which He hath giv'n for fence impregnable,
-    And with their helps only defend ourselves.
-    In them and in ourselves our safety lies.
-  CLARENCE. For this one speech Lord Hastings well deserves
-    To have the heir of the Lord Hungerford.
-  KING EDWARD. Ay, what of that? it was my will and grant;
-    And for this once my will shall stand for law.
-  GLOUCESTER. And yet methinks your Grace hath not done well
-    To give the heir and daughter of Lord Scales
-    Unto the brother of your loving bride.
-    She better would have fitted me or Clarence;
-    But in your bride you bury brotherhood.
-  CLARENCE. Or else you would not have bestow'd the heir
-    Of the Lord Bonville on your new wife's son,
-    And leave your brothers to go speed elsewhere.
-  KING EDWARD. Alas, poor Clarence! Is it for a wife
-    That thou art malcontent? I will provide thee.
-  CLARENCE. In choosing for yourself you show'd your judgment,
-    Which being shallow, you shall give me leave
-    To play the broker in mine own behalf;
-    And to that end I shortly mind to leave you.
-  KING EDWARD. Leave me or tarry, Edward will be King,
-    And not be tied unto his brother's will.
-  QUEEN ELIZABETH. My lords, before it pleas'd his Majesty
-    To raise my state to title of a queen,
-    Do me but right, and you must all confess
-    That I was not ignoble of descent:
-    And meaner than myself have had like fortune.
-    But as this title honours me and mine,
-    So your dislikes, to whom I would be pleasing,
-    Doth cloud my joys with danger and with sorrow.
-  KING EDWARD. My love, forbear to fawn upon their frowns.
-    What danger or what sorrow can befall thee,
-    So long as Edward is thy constant friend
-    And their true sovereign whom they must obey?
-    Nay, whom they shall obey, and love thee too,
-    Unless they seek for hatred at my hands;
-    Which if they do, yet will I keep thee safe,
-    And they shall feel the vengeance of my wrath.
-  GLOUCESTER. [Aside] I hear, yet say not much, but think the more.
-
-                          Enter a POST
-
-  KING EDWARD. Now, messenger, what letters or what news
-    From France?
-  MESSENGER. My sovereign liege, no letters, and few words,
-    But such as I, without your special pardon,
-    Dare not relate.
-  KING EDWARD. Go to, we pardon thee; therefore, in brief,
-    Tell me their words as near as thou canst guess them.
-    What answer makes King Lewis unto our letters?
-  MESSENGER. At my depart, these were his very words:
-    'Go tell false Edward, the supposed king,
-    That Lewis of France is sending over masquers
-    To revel it with him and his new bride.'
-  KING EDWARD. IS Lewis so brave? Belike he thinks me Henry.
-    But what said Lady Bona to my marriage?
-  MESSENGER. These were her words, utt'red with mild disdain:
-    'Tell him, in hope he'll prove a widower shortly,
-    I'll wear the willow-garland for his sake.'
-  KING EDWARD. I blame not her: she could say little less;
-    She had the wrong. But what said Henry's queen?
-    For I have heard that she was there in place.
-  MESSENGER. 'Tell him' quoth she 'my mourning weeds are done,
-    And I am ready to put armour on.'
-  KING EDWARD. Belike she minds to play the Amazon.
-    But what said Warwick to these injuries?
-  MESSENGER. He, more incens'd against your Majesty
-    Than all the rest, discharg'd me with these words:
-    'Tell him from me that he hath done me wrong;
-    And therefore I'll uncrown him ere't be long.'
-  KING EDWARD. Ha! durst the traitor breathe out so proud words?
-    Well, I will arm me, being thus forewarn'd.
-    They shall have wars and pay for their presumption.
-    But say, is Warwick friends with Margaret?
-  MESSENGER. Ay, gracious sovereign; they are so link'd in friendship
-    That young Prince Edward marries Warwick's daughter.
-  CLARENCE. Belike the elder; Clarence will have the younger.
-    Now, brother king, farewell, and sit you fast,
-    For I will hence to Warwick's other daughter;
-    That, though I want a kingdom, yet in marriage
-    I may not prove inferior to yourself.
-    You that love me and Warwick, follow me.
-                                      Exit, and SOMERSET follows
-  GLOUCESTER. [Aside] Not I.
-    My thoughts aim at a further matter; I
-    Stay not for the love of Edward but the crown.
-  KING EDWARD. Clarence and Somerset both gone to Warwick!
-    Yet am I arm'd against the worst can happen;
-    And haste is needful in this desp'rate case.
-    Pembroke and Stafford, you in our behalf
-    Go levy men and make prepare for war;
-    They are already, or quickly will be landed.
-    Myself in person will straight follow you.
-                                    Exeunt PEMBROKE and STAFFORD
-    But ere I go, Hastings and Montague,
-    Resolve my doubt. You twain, of all the rest,
-    Are near to Warwick by blood and by alliance.
-    Tell me if you love Warwick more than me?
-    If it be so, then both depart to him:
-    I rather wish you foes than hollow friends.
-    But if you mind to hold your true obedience,
-    Give me assurance with some friendly vow,
-    That I may never have you in suspect.
-  MONTAGUE. So God help Montague as he proves true!
-  HASTINGS. And Hastings as he favours Edward's cause!
-  KING EDWARD. Now, brother Richard, will you stand by us?
-  GLOUCESTER. Ay, in despite of all that shall withstand you.
-  KING EDWARD. Why, so! then am I sure of victory.
-    Now therefore let us hence, and lose no hour
-    Till we meet Warwick with his foreign pow'r.          Exeunt
-
-SCENE II. A plain in Warwickshire
-
-Enter WARWICK and OXFORD, with French soldiers
-
-  WARWICK. Trust me, my lord, all hitherto goes well;
-    The common people by numbers swarm to us.
-
-                 Enter CLARENCE and SOMERSET
-
-    But see where Somerset and Clarence comes.
-    Speak suddenly, my lords- are we all friends?
-  CLARENCE. Fear not that, my lord.
-  WARWICK. Then, gentle Clarence, welcome unto Warwick;
-    And welcome, Somerset. I hold it cowardice
-    To rest mistrustful where a noble heart
-    Hath pawn'd an open hand in sign of love;
-    Else might I think that Clarence, Edward's brother,
-    Were but a feigned friend to our proceedings.
-    But welcome, sweet Clarence; my daughter shall be thine.
-    And now what rests but, in night's coverture,
-    Thy brother being carelessly encamp'd,
-    His soldiers lurking in the towns about,
-    And but attended by a simple guard,
-    We may surprise and take him at our pleasure?
-    Our scouts have found the adventure very easy;
-    That as Ulysses and stout Diomede
-    With sleight and manhood stole to Rhesus' tents,
-    And brought from thence the Thracian fatal steeds,
-    So we, well cover'd with the night's black mantle,
-    At unawares may beat down Edward's guard
-    And seize himself- I say not 'slaughter him,'
-    For I intend but only to surprise him.
-    You that will follow me to this attempt,
-    Applaud the name of Henry with your leader.
-                                         [They all cry 'Henry!']
-    Why then, let's on our way in silent sort.
-    For Warwick and his friends, God and Saint George!    Exeunt
-
-SCENE III. Edward's camp, near Warwick
-
-Enter three WATCHMEN, to guard the KING'S tent
-
-  FIRST WATCHMAN. Come on, my masters, each man take his stand;
-    The King by this is set him down to sleep.
-  SECOND WATCHMAN. What, will he not to bed?
-  FIRST WATCHMAN. Why, no; for he hath made a solemn vow
-    Never to lie and take his natural rest
-    Till Warwick or himself be quite suppress'd.
-  SECOND WATCHMAN. To-morrow then, belike, shall be the day,
-    If Warwick be so near as men report.
-  THIRD WATCHMAN. But say, I pray, what nobleman is that
-    That with the King here resteth in his tent?
-  FIRST WATCHMAN. 'Tis the Lord Hastings, the King's chiefest friend.
-  THIRD WATCHMAN. O, is it So? But why commands the King
-    That his chief followers lodge in towns about him,
-    While he himself keeps in the cold field?
-  SECOND WATCHMAN. 'Tis the more honour, because more dangerous.
-  THIRD WATCHMAN. Ay, but give me worship and quietness;
-    I like it better than dangerous honour.
-    If Warwick knew in what estate he stands,
-    'Tis to be doubted he would waken him.
-  FIRST WATCHMAN. Unless our halberds did shut up his passage.
-  SECOND WATCHMAN. Ay, wherefore else guard we his royal tent
-    But to defend his person from night-foes?
-
-             Enter WARWICK, CLARENCE, OXFORD, SOMERSET,
-                   and French soldiers, silent all
-
-  WARWICK. This is his tent; and see where stand his guard.
-    Courage, my masters! Honour now or never!
-    But follow me, and Edward shall be ours.
-  FIRST WATCHMAN. Who goes there?
-  SECOND WATCHMAN. Stay, or thou diest.
-
-       WARWICK and the rest cry all 'Warwick! Warwick!' and
-      set upon the guard, who fly, crying 'Arm! Arm!' WARWICK
-                   and the rest following them
-
-      The drum playing and trumpet sounding, re-enter WARWICK
-         and the rest, bringing the KING out in his gown,
-   sitting in a chair. GLOUCESTER and HASTINGS fly over the stage
-
-  SOMERSET. What are they that fly there?
-  WARWICK. Richard and Hastings. Let them go; here is the Duke.
-  KING EDWARD. The Duke! Why, Warwick, when we parted,
-    Thou call'dst me King?
-  WARWICK. Ay, but the case is alter'd.
-    When you disgrac'd me in my embassade,
-    Then I degraded you from being King,
-    And come now to create you Duke of York.
-    Alas, how should you govern any kingdom
-    That know not how to use ambassadors,
-    Nor how to be contented with one wife,
-    Nor how to use your brothers brotherly,
-    Nor how to study for the people's welfare,
-    Nor how to shroud yourself from enemies?
-  KING EDWARD. Yea, brother of Clarence, art thou here too?
-    Nay, then I see that Edward needs must down.
-    Yet, Warwick, in despite of all mischance,
-    Of thee thyself and all thy complices,
-    Edward will always bear himself as King.
-    Though fortune's malice overthrow my state,
-    My mind exceeds the compass of her wheel.
-  WARWICK. Then, for his mind, be Edward England's king;
-                                           [Takes off his crown]
-    But Henry now shall wear the English crown
-    And be true King indeed; thou but the shadow.
-    My Lord of Somerset, at my request,
-    See that forthwith Duke Edward be convey'd
-    Unto my brother, Archbishop of York.
-    When I have fought with Pembroke and his fellows,
-    I'll follow you and tell what answer
-    Lewis and the Lady Bona send to him.
-    Now for a while farewell, good Duke of York.
-  KING EDWARD. What fates impose, that men must needs abide;
-    It boots not to resist both wind and tide.
-                                    [They lead him out forcibly]
-  OXFORD. What now remains, my lords, for us to do
-    But march to London with our soldiers?
-  WARWICK. Ay, that's the first thing that we have to do;
-    To free King Henry from imprisonment,
-    And see him seated in the regal throne.               Exeunt
-
-SCENE IV. London. The palace
-
-Enter QUEEN ELIZABETH and RIVERS
-
-  RIVERS. Madam, what makes you in this sudden change?
-  QUEEN ELIZABETH. Why, brother Rivers, are you yet to learn
-    What late misfortune is befall'n King Edward?
-  RIVERS. What, loss of some pitch'd battle against Warwick?
-  QUEEN ELIZABETH. No, but the loss of his own royal person.
-  RIVERS. Then is my sovereign slain?
-  QUEEN ELIZABETH. Ay, almost slain, for he is taken prisoner;
-    Either betray'd by falsehood of his guard
-    Or by his foe surpris'd at unawares;
-    And, as I further have to understand,
-    Is new committed to the Bishop of York,
-    Fell Warwick's brother, and by that our foe.
-  RIVERS. These news, I must confess, are full of grief;
-    Yet, gracious madam, bear it as you may:
-    Warwick may lose that now hath won the day.
-  QUEEN ELIZABETH. Till then, fair hope must hinder life's decay.
-    And I the rather wean me from despair
-    For love of Edward's offspring in my womb.
-    This is it that makes me bridle passion
-    And bear with mildness my misfortune's cross;
-    Ay, ay, for this I draw in many a tear
-    And stop the rising of blood-sucking sighs,
-    Lest with my sighs or tears I blast or drown
-    King Edward's fruit, true heir to th' English crown.
-  RIVERS. But, madam, where is Warwick then become?
-  QUEEN ELIZABETH. I am inform'd that he comes towards London
-    To set the crown once more on Henry's head.
-    Guess thou the rest: King Edward's friends must down.
-    But to prevent the tyrant's violence-
-    For trust not him that hath once broken faith-
-    I'll hence forthwith unto the sanctuary
-    To save at least the heir of Edward's right.
-    There shall I rest secure from force and fraud.
-    Come, therefore, let us fly while we may fly:
-    If Warwick take us, we are sure to die.               Exeunt
+Alarums. Excursions. Enter Warwick.
+
+WARWICK.
+Forspent with toil, as runners with a race,
+I lay me down a little while to breathe;
+For strokes received, and many blows repaid,
+Have robbed my strong-knit sinews of their strength,
+And spite of spite, needs must I rest awhile.
+
+Enter Edward, running.
+
+EDWARD.
+Smile, gentle heaven, or strike, ungentle death;
+For this world frowns and Edward’s sun is clouded.
+
+WARWICK.
+How now, my lord, what hap? What hope of good?
+
+Enter George.
+
+GEORGE.
+Our hap is loss, our hope but sad despair;
+Our ranks are broke and ruin follows us.
+What counsel give you? Whither shall we fly?
+
+EDWARD.
+Bootless is flight, they follow us with wings;
+And weak we are and cannot shun pursuit.
+
+Enter Richard.
+
+RICHARD.
+Ah, Warwick, why hast thou withdrawn thyself?
+Thy brother’s blood the thirsty earth hath drunk,
+Broached with the steely point of Clifford’s lance;
+And in the very pangs of death he cried,
+Like to a dismal clangor heard from far,
+“Warwick, revenge! Brother, revenge my death!”
+So, underneath the belly of their steeds,
+That stained their fetlocks in his smoking blood,
+The noble gentleman gave up the ghost.
+
+WARWICK.
+Then let the earth be drunken with our blood;
+I’ll kill my horse because I will not fly.
+Why stand we like soft-hearted women here,
+Wailing our losses whiles the foe doth rage,
+And look upon, as if the tragedy
+Were played in jest by counterfeiting actors?
+Here on my knee I vow to God above
+I’ll never pause again, never stand still,
+Till either death hath closed these eyes of mine,
+Or Fortune given me measure of revenge.
+
+EDWARD.
+O Warwick, I do bend my knee with thine,
+And in this vow do chain my soul to thine!
+And, ere my knee rise from the earth’s cold face,
+I throw my hands, mine eyes, my heart to Thee,
+Thou setter up and plucker down of kings,
+Beseeching Thee, if with Thy will it stands
+That to my foes this body must be prey,
+Yet that Thy brazen gates of heaven may ope,
+And give sweet passage to my sinful soul.
+Now, lords, take leave until we meet again,
+Where’er it be, in heaven or in earth.
+
+RICHARD.
+Brother, give me thy hand; and, gentle Warwick,
+Let me embrace thee in my weary arms.
+I, that did never weep, now melt with woe
+That winter should cut off our spring-time so.
+
+WARWICK.
+Away, away! Once more, sweet lords, farewell.
+
+GEORGE.
+Yet let us all together to our troops,
+And give them leave to fly that will not stay,
+And call them pillars that will stand to us;
+And if we thrive, promise them such rewards
+As victors wear at the Olympian games.
+This may plant courage in their quailing breasts,
+For yet is hope of life and victory.
+Forslow no longer; make we hence amain.
+
+[_Exeunt._]
+
+SCENE IV. Another Part of the Field
+
+Excursions. Enter Richard and Clifford.
+
+RICHARD.
+Now, Clifford, I have singled thee alone.
+Suppose this arm is for the Duke of York,
+And this for Rutland; both bound to revenge,
+Wert thou environed with a brazen wall.
+
+CLIFFORD.
+Now, Richard, I am with thee here alone.
+This is the hand that stabbed thy father York,
+And this the hand that slew thy brother Rutland;
+And here’s the heart that triumphs in their death
+And cheers these hands that slew thy sire and brother
+To execute the like upon thyself;
+And so have at thee!
+
+They fight. Warwick comes; Clifford flies.
+
+RICHARD.
+Nay, Warwick, single out some other chase;
+For I myself will hunt this wolf to death.
+
+[_Exeunt._]
+
+SCENE V. Another Part of the Field
+
+Enter King Henry.
+
+KING HENRY.
+This battle fares like to the morning’s war,
+When dying clouds contend with growing light,
+What time the shepherd, blowing of his nails,
+Can neither call it perfect day nor night.
+Now sways it this way, like a mighty sea
+Forced by the tide to combat with the wind;
+Now sways it that way, like the selfsame sea
+Forced to retire by fury of the wind.
+Sometime the flood prevails, and then the wind;
+Now one the better, then another best,
+Both tugging to be victors, breast to breast,
+Yet neither conqueror nor conquered.
+So is the equal poise of this fell war.
+Here on this molehill will I sit me down.
+To whom God will, there be the victory!
+For Margaret my queen, and Clifford too,
+Have chid me from the battle, swearing both
+They prosper best of all when I am thence.
+Would I were dead, if God’s good will were so;
+For what is in this world but grief and woe?
+O God! Methinks it were a happy life
+To be no better than a homely swain;
+To sit upon a hill, as I do now,
+To carve out dials quaintly, point by point,
+Thereby to see the minutes how they run:
+How many make the hour full complete,
+How many hours brings about the day,
+How many days will finish up the year,
+How many years a mortal man may live.
+When this is known, then to divide the times:
+So many hours must I tend my flock;
+So many hours must I take my rest;
+So many hours must I contemplate;
+So many hours must I sport myself;
+So many days my ewes have been with young;
+So many weeks ere the poor fools will ean;
+So many years ere I shall shear the fleece.
+So minutes, hours, days, months, and years,
+Passed over to the end they were created,
+Would bring white hairs unto a quiet grave.
+Ah, what a life were this! How sweet, how lovely!
+Gives not the hawthorn bush a sweeter shade
+To shepherds looking on their silly sheep
+Than doth a rich embroidered canopy
+To kings that fear their subjects’ treachery?
+O, yes, it doth; a thousand-fold it doth.
+And to conclude, the shepherd’s homely curds,
+His cold thin drink out of his leather bottle,
+His wonted sleep under a fresh tree’s shade,
+All which secure and sweetly he enjoys,
+Is far beyond a prince’s delicates—
+His viands sparkling in a golden cup,
+His body couched in a curious bed,
+When care, mistrust, and treason waits on him.
+
+Alarum. Enter a Son that hath killed his father, bringing in the dead
+body.
+
+SON.
+Ill blows the wind that profits nobody.
+This man, whom hand to hand I slew in fight,
+May be possessed with some store of crowns;
+And I, that haply take them from him now,
+May yet ere night yield both my life and them
+To some man else, as this dead man doth me.
+Who’s this? O God! It is my father’s face,
+Whom in this conflict I unwares have killed.
+O heavy times, begetting such events!
+From London by the King was I pressed forth;
+My father, being the Earl of Warwick’s man,
+Came on the part of York, pressed by his master;
+And I, who at his hands received my life,
+Have by my hands of life bereaved him.
+Pardon me, God, I knew not what I did;
+And pardon, father, for I knew not thee.
+My tears shall wipe away these bloody marks,
+And no more words till they have flowed their fill.
+
+KING HENRY.
+O piteous spectacle! O bloody times!
+Whiles lions war and battle for their dens,
+Poor harmless lambs abide their enmity.
+Weep, wretched man, I’ll aid thee tear for tear;
+And let our hearts and eyes, like civil war,
+Be blind with tears and break o’ercharged with grief.
+
+Enter a Father who has killed his son, with the body in his arms.
+
+FATHER.
+Thou that so stoutly hath resisted me,
+Give me thy gold, if thou hast any gold,
+For I have bought it with an hundred blows.
+But let me see: is this our foeman’s face?
+Ah, no, no, no; it is mine only son!
+Ah, boy, if any life be left in thee,
+Throw up thine eye! See, see what showers arise,
+Blown with the windy tempest of my heart
+Upon thy wounds, that kill mine eye and heart!
+O, pity, God, this miserable age!
+What stratagems, how fell, how butcherly,
+Erroneous, mutinous, and unnatural,
+This deadly quarrel daily doth beget!
+O boy, thy father gave thee life too soon,
+And hath bereft thee of thy life too late!
+
+KING HENRY.
+Woe above woe, grief more than common grief!
+O that my death would stay these ruthful deeds!
+O pity, pity, gentle heaven, pity!
+The red rose and the white are on his face,
+The fatal colours of our striving houses;
+The one his purple blood right well resembles,
+The other his pale cheeks, methinks, presenteth.
+Wither one rose, and let the other flourish!
+If you contend, a thousand lives must wither.
+
+SON.
+How will my mother for a father’s death
+Take on with me and ne’er be satisfied!
+
+FATHER.
+How will my wife for slaughter of my son
+Shed seas of tears and ne’er be satisfied!
+
+KING HENRY.
+How will the country for these woeful chances
+Misthink the King and not be satisfied!
+
+SON.
+Was ever son so rued a father’s death?
+
+FATHER.
+Was ever father so bemoaned his son?
+
+KING HENRY.
+Was ever king so grieved for subjects’ woe?
+Much is your sorrow, mine ten times so much.
+
+SON.
+I’ll bear thee hence, where I may weep my fill.
+
+[_Exit with the body._]
+
+FATHER.
+These arms of mine shall be thy winding-sheet;
+My heart, sweet boy, shall be thy sepulchre,
+For from my heart thine image ne’er shall go.
+My sighing breast shall be thy funeral bell;
+And so obsequious will thy father be,
+Even for the loss of thee, having no more,
+As Priam was for all his valiant sons.
+I’ll bear thee hence; and let them fight that will,
+For I have murdered where I should not kill.
+
+[_Exit with the body._]
+
+KING HENRY.
+Sad-hearted men, much overgone with care,
+Here sits a king more woeful than you are.
+
+Alarums. Excursions. Enter Queen Margaret, Prince of Wales and Exeter.
+
+PRINCE EDWARD.
+Fly, father, fly, for all your friends are fled,
+And Warwick rages like a chafed bull.
+Away, for death doth hold us in pursuit.
+
+QUEEN MARGARET.
+Mount you, my lord; towards Berwick post amain.
+Edward and Richard, like a brace of greyhounds
+Having the fearful flying hare in sight,
+With fiery eyes sparkling for very wrath,
+And bloody steel grasped in their ireful hands,
+Are at our backs; and therefore hence amain.
+
+EXETER.
+Away, for vengeance comes along with them.
+Nay, stay not to expostulate; make speed,
+Or else come after; I’ll away before.
+
+KING HENRY.
+Nay, take me with thee, good sweet Exeter;
+Not that I fear to stay, but love to go
+Whither the Queen intends. Forward; away!
+
+[_Exeunt._]
+
+SCENE VI. Another Part of the Field
+
+A loud alarum. Enter Clifford, wounded.
+
+CLIFFORD.
+Here burns my candle out; ay, here it dies,
+Which whiles it lasted gave King Henry light.
+O Lancaster, I fear thy overthrow
+More than my body’s parting with my soul!
+My love and fear glued many friends to thee;
+And, now I fall, thy tough commixtures melts,
+Impairing Henry, strengthening misproud York.
+The common people swarm like summer flies;
+And whither fly the gnats but to the sun?
+And who shines now but Henry’s enemies?
+O Phoebus, hadst thou never given consent
+That Phaëthon should check thy fiery steeds,
+Thy burning car never had scorched the earth!
+And, Henry, hadst thou swayed as kings should do,
+Or as thy father and his father did,
+Giving no ground unto the house of York,
+They never then had sprung like summer flies;
+I, and ten thousand in this luckless realm
+Had left no mourning widows for our death,
+And thou this day hadst kept thy chair in peace.
+For what doth cherish weeds but gentle air?
+And what makes robbers bold but too much lenity?
+Bootless are plaints, and cureless are my wounds;
+No way to fly, nor strength to hold out flight.
+The foe is merciless and will not pity,
+For at their hands I have deserved no pity.
+The air hath got into my deadly wounds,
+And much effuse of blood doth make me faint.
+Come, York and Richard, Warwick, and the rest;
+I stabbed your fathers’ bosoms, split my breast.
+
+[_He faints._]
+
+Alarum and retreat. Enter Edward, George, Richard, Montague, Warwick
+and Soldiers.
+
+EDWARD.
+Now breathe we, lords. Good fortune bids us pause
+And smooth the frowns of war with peaceful looks.
+Some troops pursue the bloody-minded Queen
+That led calm Henry, though he were a king,
+As doth a sail, filled with a fretting gust,
+Command an argosy to stem the waves.
+But think you, lords, that Clifford fled with them?
+
+WARWICK.
+No, ’tis impossible he should escape;
+For, though before his face I speak the words,
+Your brother Richard marked him for the grave,
+And whereso’er he is, he’s surely dead.
+
+[_Clifford groans and dies._]
+
+RICHARD.
+Whose soul is that which takes her heavy leave?
+A deadly groan, like life and death’s departing.
+
+EDWARD.
+See who it is; and, now the battle’s ended,
+If friend or foe, let him be gently used.
+
+RICHARD.
+Revoke that doom of mercy, for ’tis Clifford,
+Who, not contented that he lopped the branch
+In hewing Rutland when his leaves put forth,
+But set his murdering knife unto the root
+From whence that tender spray did sweetly spring,
+I mean our princely father, Duke of York.
+
+WARWICK.
+From off the gates of York fetch down the head,
+Your father’s head, which Clifford placed there;
+Instead whereof let this supply the room.
+Measure for measure must be answered.
+
+EDWARD.
+Bring forth that fatal screech-owl to our house,
+That nothing sung but death to us and ours;
+Now death shall stop his dismal threatening sound,
+And his ill-boding tongue no more shall speak.
+
+[_Soldiers bring the body forward._]
+
+WARWICK.
+I think his understanding is bereft.
+Speak, Clifford, dost thou know who speaks to thee?
+Dark cloudy death o’ershades his beams of life,
+And he nor sees nor hears us, what we say.
+
+RICHARD.
+O, would he did, and so, perhaps, he doth!
+’Tis but his policy to counterfeit,
+Because he would avoid such bitter taunts
+Which in the time of death he gave our father.
+
+GEORGE.
+If so thou think’st, vex him with eager words.
+
+RICHARD.
+Clifford, ask mercy, and obtain no grace.
+
+EDWARD.
+Clifford, repent in bootless penitence.
+
+WARWICK.
+Clifford, devise excuses for thy faults.
+
+GEORGE.
+While we devise fell tortures for thy faults.
+
+RICHARD.
+Thou didst love York, and I am son to York.
+
+EDWARD.
+Thou pitied’st Rutland, I will pity thee.
+
+GEORGE.
+Where’s Captain Margaret to fence you now?
+
+WARWICK.
+They mock thee, Clifford; swear as thou wast wont.
+
+RICHARD.
+What, not an oath? Nay then, the world goes hard
+When Clifford cannot spare his friends an oath.
+I know by that he’s dead; and, by my soul,
+If this right hand would buy but two hours’ life,
+That I in all despite might rail at him,
+This hand should chop it off, and with the issuing blood
+Stifle the villain whose unstaunched thirst
+York and young Rutland could not satisfy.
+
+WARWICK.
+Ay, but he’s dead. Off with the traitor’s head,
+And rear it in the place your father’s stands.
+And now to London with triumphant march,
+There to be crowned England’s royal king;
+From whence shall Warwick cut the sea to France,
+And ask the Lady Bona for thy queen.
+So shalt thou sinew both these lands together,
+And, having France thy friend, thou shalt not dread
+The scattered foe that hopes to rise again;
+For though they cannot greatly sting to hurt,
+Yet look to have them buzz to offend thine ears.
+First will I see the coronation,
+And then to Brittany I’ll cross the sea
+To effect this marriage, so it please my lord.
+
+EDWARD.
+Even as thou wilt, sweet Warwick, let it be;
+For in thy shoulder do I build my seat,
+And never will I undertake the thing
+Wherein thy counsel and consent is wanting.
+Richard, I will create thee Duke of Gloucester;
+And George, of Clarence. Warwick, as ourself,
+Shall do and undo as him pleaseth best.
+
+RICHARD.
+Let me be Duke of Clarence, George of Gloucester,
+For Gloucester’s dukedom is too ominous.
+
+WARWICK.
+Tut, that’s a foolish observation.
+Richard, be Duke of Gloucester. Now to London,
+To see these honours in possession.
+
+[_Exeunt._]
+
+
+
+
+ACT III
+
+SCENE I. A Forest in the North of England
+
+
+Enter two Keepers with crossbows in their hands.
+
+1 KEEPER.
+Under this thick-grown brake we’ll shroud ourselves,
+For through this laund anon the deer will come;
+And in this covert will we make our stand,
+Culling the principal of all the deer.
+
+2 KEEPER.
+I’ll stay above the hill, so both may shoot.
+
+1 KEEPER.
+That cannot be; the noise of thy crossbow
+Will scare the herd, and so my shoot is lost.
+Here stand we both, and aim we at the best;
+And, for the time shall not seem tedious,
+I’ll tell thee what befell me on a day
+In this self place where now we mean to stand.
+
+2 KEEPER.
+Here comes a man; let’s stay till he be past.
+
+Enter King Henry, disguised, with a prayer-book.
+
+KING HENRY.
+From Scotland am I stolen, even of pure love,
+To greet mine own land with my wishful sight.
+No, Harry, Harry, ’tis no land of thine;
+Thy place is filled, thy sceptre wrung from thee,
+Thy balm washed off wherewith thou wast anointed.
+No bending knee will call thee Caesar now,
+No humble suitors press to speak for right,
+No, not a man comes for redress of thee;
+For how can I help them and not myself?
+
+1 KEEPER.
+Ay, here’s a deer whose skin’s a keeper’s fee.
+This is the quondam king; let’s seize upon him.
+
+KING HENRY.
+Let me embrace thee, sour adversity,
+For wise men say it is the wisest course.
+
+2 KEEPER.
+Why linger we? Let us lay hands upon him.
+
+1 KEEPER.
+Forbear awhile; we’ll hear a little more.
+
+KING HENRY.
+My queen and son are gone to France for aid;
+And, as I hear, the great commanding Warwick
+Is thither gone to crave the French King’s sister
+To wife for Edward. If this news be true,
+Poor queen and son, your labour is but lost,
+For Warwick is a subtle orator,
+And Lewis a prince soon won with moving words.
+By this account, then, Margaret may win him,
+For she’s a woman to be pitied much.
+Her sighs will make a batt’ry in his breast,
+Her tears will pierce into a marble heart;
+The tiger will be mild whiles she doth mourn,
+And Nero will be tainted with remorse
+To hear and see her plaints, her brinish tears.
+Ay, but she’s come to beg, Warwick to give;
+She on his left side craving aid for Henry;
+He on his right asking a wife for Edward.
+She weeps and says her Henry is deposed;
+He smiles and says his Edward is installed;
+That she, poor wretch, for grief can speak no more;
+Whiles Warwick tells his title, smooths the wrong,
+Inferreth arguments of mighty strength,
+And in conclusion wins the King from her
+With promise of his sister, and what else,
+To strengthen and support King Edward’s place.
+O Margaret, thus ’twill be; and thou, poor soul,
+Art then forsaken, as thou went’st forlorn.
+
+2 KEEPER.
+Say, what art thou, that talk’st of kings and queens?
+
+KING HENRY.
+More than I seem, and less than I was born to:
+A man at least, for less I should not be;
+And men may talk of kings, and why not I?
+
+2 KEEPER.
+Ay, but thou talk’st as if thou wert a king.
+
+KING HENRY.
+Why, so I am, in mind; and that’s enough.
+
+2 KEEPER.
+But, if thou be a king, where is thy crown?
+
+KING HENRY.
+My crown is in my heart, not on my head;
+Not decked with diamonds and Indian stones,
+Not to be seen. My crown is called content;
+A crown it is that seldom kings enjoy.
+
+2 KEEPER.
+Well, if you be a king crowned with content,
+Your crown content and you must be contented
+To go along with us; for, as we think,
+You are the king King Edward hath deposed;
+And we his subjects, sworn in all allegiance,
+Will apprehend you as his enemy.
+
+KING HENRY.
+But did you never swear, and break an oath?
+
+2 KEEPER.
+No, never such an oath; nor will not now.
+
+KING HENRY.
+Where did you dwell when I was King of England?
+
+2 KEEPER.
+Here in this country, where we now remain.
+
+KING HENRY.
+I was anointed king at nine months old;
+My father and my grandfather were kings,
+And you were sworn true subjects unto me.
+And tell me, then, have you not broke your oaths?
+
+1 KEEPER.
+No, for we were subjects but while you were king.
+
+KING HENRY.
+Why, am I dead? Do I not breathe a man?
+Ah, simple men, you know not what you swear.
+Look, as I blow this feather from my face,
+And as the air blows it to me again,
+Obeying with my wind when I do blow,
+And yielding to another when it blows,
+Commanded always by the greater gust,
+Such is the lightness of you common men.
+But do not break your oaths; for of that sin
+My mild entreaty shall not make you guilty.
+Go where you will, the King shall be commanded;
+And be you kings; command, and I’ll obey.
+
+1 KEEPER.
+We are true subjects to the King, King Edward.
+
+KING HENRY.
+So would you be again to Henry
+If he were seated as King Edward is.
+
+1 KEEPER.
+We charge you, in God’s name and the King’s
+To go with us unto the officers.
+
+KING HENRY.
+In God’s name, lead; your king’s name be obeyed,
+And what God will, that let your king perform;
+And what he will, I humbly yield unto.
+
+[_Exeunt._]
+
+SCENE II. The Palace
+
+Enter King Edward, Richard (Duke of Gloucester), George (Duke of
+Clarence) and Lady Grey.
+
+KING EDWARD.
+Brother of Gloucester, at Saint Albans field
+This lady’s husband, Sir John Grey, was slain,
+His land then seized on by the conqueror.
+Her suit is now to repossess those lands,
+Which we in justice cannot well deny,
+Because in quarrel of the house of York
+The worthy gentleman did lose his life.
+
+RICHARD.
+Your Highness shall do well to grant her suit;
+It were dishonour to deny it her.
+
+KING EDWARD.
+It were no less; but yet I’ll make a pause.
+
+RICHARD.
+[_Aside to George_.] Yea, is it so?
+I see the lady hath a thing to grant
+Before the King will grant her humble suit.
+
+GEORGE.
+[_Aside to Richard_.] He knows the game; how true he keeps the wind!
+
+RICHARD.
+[_Aside to George_.] Silence!
+
+KING EDWARD.
+Widow, we will consider of your suit,
+And come some other time to know our mind.
+
+LADY GREY.
+Right gracious lord, I cannot brook delay.
+May it please your Highness to resolve me now,
+And what your pleasure is shall satisfy me.
+
+RICHARD.
+[_Aside to George_.] Ay, widow? Then I’ll warrant you all your lands,
+An if what pleases him shall pleasure you.
+Fight closer, or, good faith, you’ll catch a blow.
+
+GEORGE.
+[_Aside to Richard_.] I fear her not, unless she chance to fall.
+
+RICHARD.
+[_Aside to George_.] God forbid that, for he’ll take vantages.
+
+KING EDWARD.
+How many children hast thou, widow? Tell me.
+
+GEORGE.
+[_Aside to Richard_.] I think he means to beg a child of her.
+
+RICHARD.
+[_Aside to George_.] Nay, whip me then; he’ll rather give her two.
+
+LADY GREY.
+Three, my most gracious lord.
+
+RICHARD.
+[_Aside to George_.] You shall have four if you’ll be ruled by him.
+
+KING EDWARD.
+’Twere pity they should lose their father’s lands.
+
+LADY GREY.
+Be pitiful, dread lord, and grant it then.
+
+KING EDWARD.
+Lords, give us leave; I’ll try this widow’s wit.
+
+RICHARD.
+[_Aside to George_.] Ay, good leave have you; for you will have leave
+Till youth take leave and leave you to the crutch.
+
+[_Richard and George stand aside._]
+
+KING EDWARD.
+Now tell me, madam, do you love your children?
+
+LADY GREY.
+Ay, full as dearly as I love myself.
+
+KING EDWARD.
+And would you not do much to do them good?
+
+LADY GREY.
+To do them good I would sustain some harm.
+
+KING EDWARD.
+Then get your husband’s lands to do them good.
+
+LADY GREY.
+Therefore I came unto your majesty.
+
+KING EDWARD.
+I’ll tell you how these lands are to be got.
+
+LADY GREY.
+So shall you bind me to your Highness’ service.
+
+KING EDWARD.
+What service wilt thou do me if I give them?
+
+LADY GREY.
+What you command that rests in me to do.
+
+KING EDWARD.
+But you will take exceptions to my boon.
+
+LADY GREY.
+No, gracious lord, except I cannot do it.
+
+KING EDWARD.
+Ay, but thou canst do what I mean to ask.
+
+LADY GREY.
+Why, then, I will do what your Grace commands.
+
+RICHARD.
+[_Aside to George_.] He plies her hard; and much rain wears the marble.
+
+GEORGE.
+[_Aside to Richard_.] As red as fire! Nay, then her wax must melt.
+
+LADY GREY.
+Why stops my lord? Shall I not hear my task?
+
+KING EDWARD.
+An easy task; ’tis but to love a king.
+
+LADY GREY.
+That’s soon performed, because I am a subject.
+
+KING EDWARD.
+Why, then, thy husband’s lands I freely give thee.
+
+LADY GREY.
+I take my leave with many thousand thanks.
+
+RICHARD.
+[_Aside to George_.] The match is made; she seals it with a curtsy.
+
+KING EDWARD.
+But stay thee; ’tis the fruits of love I mean.
+
+LADY GREY.
+The fruits of love I mean, my loving liege.
+
+KING EDWARD.
+Ay, but, I fear me, in another sense.
+What love, thinkst thou, I sue so much to get?
+
+LADY GREY.
+My love till death, my humble thanks, my prayers;
+That love which virtue begs, and virtue grants.
+
+KING EDWARD.
+No, by my troth, I did not mean such love.
+
+LADY GREY.
+Why, then, you mean not as I thought you did.
+
+KING EDWARD.
+But now you partly may perceive my mind.
+
+LADY GREY.
+My mind will never grant what I perceive
+Your Highness aims at, if I aim aright.
+
+KING EDWARD.
+To tell thee plain, I aim to lie with thee.
+
+LADY GREY.
+To tell you plain, I had rather lie in prison.
+
+KING EDWARD.
+Why, then thou shalt not have thy husband’s lands.
+
+LADY GREY.
+Why, then mine honesty shall be my dower,
+For by that loss I will not purchase them.
+
+KING EDWARD.
+Therein thou wrong’st thy children mightily.
+
+LADY GREY.
+Herein your Highness wrongs both them and me.
+But, mighty lord, this merry inclination
+Accords not with the sadness of my suit.
+Please you dismiss me either with ay or no.
+
+KING EDWARD.
+Ay, if thou wilt say ay to my request;
+No, if thou dost say no to my demand.
+
+LADY GREY.
+Then no, my lord. My suit is at an end.
+
+RICHARD.
+[_Aside to George_.] The widow likes him not, she knits her brows.
+
+GEORGE.
+[_Aside to Richard_.] He is the bluntest wooer in Christendom.
+
+KING EDWARD.
+[_Aside_.] Her looks doth argue her replete with modesty;
+Her words doth show her wit incomparable;
+All her perfections challenge sovereignty.
+One way or other, she is for a king,
+And she shall be my love, or else my queen.—
+Say that King Edward take thee for his queen?
+
+LADY GREY.
+’Tis better said than done, my gracious lord.
+I am a subject fit to jest withal,
+But far unfit to be a sovereign.
+
+KING EDWARD.
+Sweet widow, by my state I swear to thee,
+I speak no more than what my soul intends;
+And that is to enjoy thee for my love.
+
+LADY GREY.
+And that is more than I will yield unto.
+I know I am too mean to be your queen,
+And yet too good to be your concubine.
+
+KING EDWARD.
+You cavil, widow; I did mean my queen.
+
+LADY GREY.
+’Twill grieve your Grace my sons should call you father.
+
+KING EDWARD.
+No more than when my daughters call thee mother.
+Thou art a widow, and thou hast some children;
+And, by God’s mother, I, being but a bachelor,
+Have other some. Why, ’tis a happy thing
+To be the father unto many sons.
+Answer no more, for thou shalt be my queen.
+
+RICHARD.
+[_Aside to George_.] The ghostly father now hath done his shrift.
+
+GEORGE.
+[_Aside to Richard_.] When he was made a shriver, ’twas for shift.
+
+KING EDWARD.
+Brothers, you muse what chat we two have had.
+
+Richard and George come forward.
+
+RICHARD.
+The widow likes it not, for she looks very sad.
+
+KING EDWARD.
+You’d think it strange if I should marry her.
+
+GEORGE.
+To whom, my lord?
+
+KING EDWARD.
+Why, Clarence, to myself.
+
+RICHARD.
+That would be ten days’ wonder at the least.
+
+GEORGE.
+That’s a day longer than a wonder lasts.
+
+RICHARD.
+By so much is the wonder in extremes.
+
+KING EDWARD.
+Well, jest on, brothers. I can tell you both
+Her suit is granted for her husband’s lands.
+
+Enter a Nobleman.
+
+NOBLEMAN.
+My gracious lord, Henry your foe is taken,
+And brought your prisoner to your palace gate.
+
+KING EDWARD.
+See that he be conveyed unto the Tower.
+And go we, brothers, to the man that took him,
+To question of his apprehension.
+Widow, go you along. Lords, use her honourably.
+
+[_Exeunt all but Richard._]
+
+RICHARD.
+Ay, Edward will use women honourably.
+Would he were wasted, marrow, bones, and all,
+That from his loins no hopeful branch may spring,
+To cross me from the golden time I look for!
+And yet, between my soul’s desire and me—
+The lustful Edward’s title buried—
+Is Clarence, Henry, and his son young Edward,
+And all the unlooked-for issue of their bodies,
+To take their rooms ere I can place myself.
+A cold premeditation for my purpose!
+Why then I do but dream on sovereignty;
+Like one that stands upon a promontory
+And spies a far-off shore where he would tread,
+Wishing his foot were equal with his eye,
+And chides the sea that sunders him from thence,
+Saying he’ll lade it dry to have his way.
+So do I wish the crown, being so far off,
+And so I chide the means that keeps me from it;
+And so I say I’ll cut the causes off,
+Flattering me with impossibilities.
+My eye’s too quick, my heart o’erweens too much,
+Unless my hand and strength could equal them.
+Well, say there is no kingdom then for Richard,
+What other pleasure can the world afford?
+I’ll make my heaven in a lady’s lap,
+And deck my body in gay ornaments,
+And ’witch sweet ladies with my words and looks.
+O miserable thought, and more unlikely
+Than to accomplish twenty golden crowns.
+Why, Love forswore me in my mother’s womb,
+And, for I should not deal in her soft laws,
+She did corrupt frail Nature with some bribe
+To shrink mine arm up like a withered shrub;
+To make an envious mountain on my back,
+Where sits Deformity to mock my body;
+To shape my legs of an unequal size;
+To disproportion me in every part,
+Like to a chaos, or an unlicked bear-whelp
+That carries no impression like the dam.
+And am I then a man to be beloved?
+O monstrous fault to harbour such a thought!
+Then, since this earth affords no joy to me
+But to command, to check, to o’erbear such
+As are of better person than myself,
+I’ll make my heaven to dream upon the crown,
+And, whiles I live, t’ account this world but hell
+Until my misshaped trunk that bear this head
+Be round impaled with a glorious crown.
+And yet I know not how to get the crown,
+For many lives stand between me and home;
+And I, like one lost in a thorny wood,
+That rents the thorns, and is rent with the thorns,
+Seeking a way, and straying from the way,
+Not knowing how to find the open air,
+But toiling desperately to find it out,
+Torment myself to catch the English crown.
+And from that torment I will free myself,
+Or hew my way out with a bloody axe.
+Why, I can smile, and murder while I smile,
+And cry “Content!” to that which grieves my heart,
+And wet my cheeks with artificial tears,
+And frame my face to all occasions.
+I’ll drown more sailors than the mermaid shall,
+I’ll slay more gazers than the basilisk;
+I’ll play the orator as well as Nestor,
+Deceive more slyly than Ulysses could,
+And, like a Sinon, take another Troy.
+I can add colours to the chameleon,
+Change shapes with Proteus for advantages,
+And set the murderous Machiavel to school.
+Can I do this, and cannot get a crown?
+Tut, were it farther off, I’ll pluck it down.
+
+[_Exit._]
+
+SCENE III. France. The King’s Palace
+
+Flourish. Enter Lewis, the French King, his sister the Lady Bona, his
+Admiral called Bourbon, Prince Edward, Queen Margaret, and the Earl of
+Oxford. Lewis sits, and riseth up again.
+
+KING LEWIS.
+Fair Queen of England, worthy Margaret,
+Sit down with us. It ill befits thy state
+And birth that thou shouldst stand while Lewis doth sit.
+
+QUEEN MARGARET.
+No, mighty King of France. Now Margaret
+Must strike her sail and learn awhile to serve
+Where kings command. I was, I must confess,
+Great Albion’s queen in former golden days;
+But now mischance hath trod my title down
+And with dishonour laid me on the ground,
+Where I must take like seat unto my fortune
+And to my humble seat conform myself.
+
+KING LEWIS.
+Why, say, fair queen, whence springs this deep despair?
+
+QUEEN MARGARET.
+From such a cause as fills mine eyes with tears
+And stops my tongue, while heart is drowned in cares.
+
+KING LEWIS.
+Whate’er it be, be thou still like thyself,
+And sit thee by our side. Yield not thy neck
+
+[_Seats her by him._]
+
+To Fortune’s yoke, but let thy dauntless mind
+Still ride in triumph over all mischance.
+Be plain, Queen Margaret, and tell thy grief;
+It shall be eased if France can yield relief.
+
+QUEEN MARGARET.
+Those gracious words revive my drooping thoughts
+And give my tongue-tied sorrows leave to speak.
+Now, therefore, be it known to noble Lewis
+That Henry, sole possessor of my love,
+Is, of a king, become a banished man
+And forced to live in Scotland a forlorn;
+While proud ambitious Edward, Duke of York,
+Usurps the regal title and the seat
+Of England’s true-anointed lawful king.
+This is the cause that I, poor Margaret,
+With this my son, Prince Edward, Henry’s heir,
+Am come to crave thy just and lawful aid;
+And if thou fail us, all our hope is done.
+Scotland hath will to help, but cannot help;
+Our people and our peers are both misled,
+Our treasure seized, our soldiers put to flight,
+And, as thou seest, ourselves in heavy plight.
+
+KING LEWIS.
+Renowned queen, with patience calm the storm
+While we bethink a means to break it off.
+
+QUEEN MARGARET.
+The more we stay, the stronger grows our foe.
+
+KING LEWIS.
+The more I stay, the more I’ll succour thee.
+
+QUEEN MARGARET.
+O, but impatience waiteth on true sorrow.
+And see where comes the breeder of my sorrow.
+
+Enter Warwick.
+
+KING LEWIS.
+What’s he approacheth boldly to our presence?
+
+QUEEN MARGARET.
+Our Earl of Warwick, Edward’s greatest friend.
+
+KING LEWIS.
+Welcome, brave Warwick. What brings thee to France?
+
+[_He descends. Queen Margaret rises._]
+
+QUEEN MARGARET.
+Ay, now begins a second storm to rise,
+For this is he that moves both wind and tide.
+
+WARWICK.
+From worthy Edward, king of Albion,
+My lord and sovereign, and thy vowed friend,
+I come, in kindness and unfeigned love,
+First, to do greetings to thy royal person,
+And then to crave a league of amity,
+And lastly, to confirm that amity
+With nuptial knot, if thou vouchsafe to grant
+That virtuous Lady Bona, thy fair sister,
+To England’s king in lawful marriage.
+
+QUEEN MARGARET.
+[_Aside_.] If that go forward, Henry’s hope is done.
+
+WARWICK.
+[_To Bona_.] And, gracious madam, in our king’s behalf,
+I am commanded, with your leave and favour,
+Humbly to kiss your hand, and with my tongue
+To tell the passion of my sovereign’s heart,
+Where fame, late entering at his heedful ears,
+Hath placed thy beauty’s image and thy virtue.
+
+QUEEN MARGARET.
+King Lewis and Lady Bona, hear me speak
+Before you answer Warwick. His demand
+Springs not from Edward’s well-meant honest love,
+But from deceit, bred by necessity;
+For how can tyrants safely govern home
+Unless abroad they purchase great alliance?
+To prove him tyrant this reason may suffice,
+That Henry liveth still; but were he dead,
+Yet here Prince Edward stands, King Henry’s son.
+Look therefore, Lewis, that by this league and marriage
+Thou draw not on thy danger and dishonour;
+For though usurpers sway the rule awhile,
+Yet heavens are just, and time suppresseth wrongs.
+
+WARWICK.
+Injurious Margaret!
+
+PRINCE EDWARD.
+And why not Queen?
+
+WARWICK.
+Because thy father Henry did usurp,
+And thou no more art prince than she is queen.
+
+OXFORD.
+Then Warwick disannuls great John of Gaunt,
+Which did subdue the greatest part of Spain;
+And after John of Gaunt, Henry the Fourth,
+Whose wisdom was a mirror to the wisest;
+And after that wise prince, Henry the Fifth,
+Who by his prowess conquered all France.
+From these our Henry lineally descends.
+
+WARWICK.
+Oxford, how haps it in this smooth discourse
+You told not how Henry the Sixth hath lost
+All that which Henry the Fifth had gotten?
+Methinks these peers of France should smile at that.
+But for the rest: you tell a pedigree
+Of threescore and two years, a silly time
+To make prescription for a kingdom’s worth.
+
+OXFORD.
+Why, Warwick, canst thou speak against thy liege,
+Whom thou obeyed’st thirty and six years,
+And not bewray thy treason with a blush?
+
+WARWICK.
+Can Oxford, that did ever fence the right,
+Now buckler falsehood with a pedigree?
+For shame! Leave Henry, and call Edward king.
+
+OXFORD.
+Call him my king by whose injurious doom
+My elder brother, the Lord Aubrey Vere,
+Was done to death? And more than so, my father,
+Even in the downfall of his mellowed years,
+When nature brought him to the door of death?
+No, Warwick, no; while life upholds this arm,
+This arm upholds the house of Lancaster.
+
+WARWICK.
+And I the house of York.
+
+KING LEWIS.
+Queen Margaret, Prince Edward, and Oxford,
+Vouchsafe at our request to stand aside
+While I use further conference with Warwick.
+
+[_They stand aloof._]
+
+QUEEN MARGARET.
+Heavens grant that Warwick’s words bewitch him not!
+
+KING LEWIS.
+Now, Warwick, tell me, even upon thy conscience,
+Is Edward your true king? For I were loath
+To link with him that were not lawful chosen.
+
+WARWICK.
+Thereon I pawn my credit and mine honour.
+
+KING LEWIS.
+But is he gracious in the people’s eye?
+
+WARWICK.
+The more that Henry was unfortunate.
+
+KING LEWIS.
+Then further, all dissembling set aside,
+Tell me for truth the measure of his love
+Unto our sister Bona.
+
+WARWICK.
+Such it seems
+As may beseem a monarch like himself.
+Myself have often heard him say and swear
+That this his love was an eternal plant,
+Whereof the root was fixed in virtue’s ground,
+The leaves and fruit maintained with beauty’s sun,
+Exempt from envy, but not from disdain,
+Unless the Lady Bona quit his pain.
+
+KING LEWIS.
+Now, sister, let us hear your firm resolve.
+
+BONA.
+Your grant or your denial shall be mine.
+[_To Warwick_] Yet I confess that often ere this day,
+When I have heard your king’s desert recounted,
+Mine ear hath tempted judgment to desire.
+
+KING LEWIS.
+Then, Warwick, thus: our sister shall be Edward’s.
+And now forthwith shall articles be drawn
+Touching the jointure that your king must make,
+Which with her dowry shall be counterpoised.
+Draw near, Queen Margaret, and be a witness
+That Bona shall be wife to the English king.
+
+PRINCE EDWARD.
+To Edward, but not to the English king.
+
+QUEEN MARGARET.
+Deceitful Warwick, it was thy device
+By this alliance to make void my suit.
+Before thy coming Lewis was Henry’s friend.
+
+KING LEWIS.
+And still is friend to him and Margaret.
+But if your title to the crown be weak,
+As may appear by Edward’s good success,
+Then ’tis but reason that I be released
+From giving aid which late I promised.
+Yet shall you have all kindness at my hand
+That your estate requires and mine can yield.
+
+WARWICK.
+Henry now lives in Scotland, at his ease,
+Where, having nothing, nothing can he lose.
+And as for you yourself, our quondam queen,
+You have a father able to maintain you,
+And better ’twere you troubled him than France.
+
+QUEEN MARGARET.
+Peace, impudent and shameless Warwick,
+Proud setter up and puller down of kings!
+I will not hence till with my talk and tears,
+Both full of truth, I make King Lewis behold
+Thy sly conveyance and thy lord’s false love;
+For both of you are birds of selfsame feather.
+
+[_Post blowing a horn within._]
+
+KING LEWIS.
+Warwick, this is some post to us or thee.
+
+Enter the Post.
+
+POST.
+My lord ambassador, these letters are for you.
+Sent from your brother, Marquess Montague.
+These from our king unto your Majesty.
+And, madam, these for you, from whom I know not.
+
+[_They all read their letters._]
+
+OXFORD.
+I like it well that our fair Queen and mistress
+Smiles at her news while Warwick frowns at his.
+
+PRINCE EDWARD.
+Nay, mark how Lewis stamps as he were nettled.
+I hope all’s for the best.
+
+KING LEWIS.
+Warwick, what are thy news? And yours, fair Queen?
+
+QUEEN MARGARET.
+Mine, such as fill my heart with unhoped joys.
+
+WARWICK.
+Mine, full of sorrow and heart’s discontent.
+
+KING LEWIS.
+What, has your king married the Lady Grey,
+And now, to soothe your forgery and his,
+Sends me a paper to persuade me patience?
+Is this th’ alliance that he seeks with France?
+Dare he presume to scorn us in this manner?
+
+QUEEN MARGARET.
+I told your majesty as much before;
+This proveth Edward’s love and Warwick’s honesty.
+
+WARWICK.
+King Lewis, I here protest in sight of heaven,
+And by the hope I have of heavenly bliss,
+That I am clear from this misdeed of Edward’s—
+No more my king, for he dishonours me,
+But most himself, if he could see his shame.
+Did I forget that by the house of York
+My father came untimely to his death?
+Did I let pass th’ abuse done to my niece?
+Did I impale him with the regal crown?
+Did I put Henry from his native right?
+And am I guerdoned at the last with shame?
+Shame on himself, for my desert is honour;
+And to repair my honour lost for him,
+I here renounce him and return to Henry.
+My noble Queen, let former grudges pass,
+And henceforth I am thy true servitor.
+I will revenge his wrong to Lady Bona,
+And replant Henry in his former state.
+
+QUEEN MARGARET.
+Warwick, these words have turned my hate to love;
+And I forgive and quite forget old faults,
+And joy that thou becom’st King Henry’s friend.
+
+WARWICK.
+So much his friend, ay, his unfeigned friend,
+That if King Lewis vouchsafe to furnish us
+With some few bands of chosen soldiers,
+I’ll undertake to land them on our coast
+And force the tyrant from his seat by war.
+’Tis not his new-made bride shall succour him;
+And as for Clarence, as my letters tell me,
+He’s very likely now to fall from him
+For matching more for wanton lust than honour,
+Or than for strength and safety of our country.
+
+BONA.
+Dear brother, how shall Bona be revenged
+But by thy help to this distressed queen?
+
+QUEEN MARGARET.
+Renowned prince, how shall poor Henry live
+Unless thou rescue him from foul despair?
+
+BONA.
+My quarrel and this English queen’s are one.
+
+WARWICK.
+And mine, fair Lady Bona, joins with yours.
+
+KING LEWIS.
+And mine with hers, and thine, and Margaret’s.
+Therefore, at last I firmly am resolved
+You shall have aid.
+
+QUEEN MARGARET.
+Let me give humble thanks for all at once.
+
+KING LEWIS.
+Then, England’s messenger, return in post
+And tell false Edward, thy supposed king,
+That Lewis of France is sending over maskers
+To revel it with him and his new bride.
+Thou seest what’s past; go fear thy king withal.
+
+BONA.
+Tell him, in hope he’ll prove a widower shortly,
+I’ll wear the willow garland for his sake.
+
+QUEEN MARGARET.
+Tell him my mourning weeds are laid aside,
+And I am ready to put armour on.
+
+WARWICK.
+Tell him from me that he hath done me wrong,
+And therefore I’ll uncrown him ere ’t be long.
+There’s thy reward; be gone.
+
+[_Exit Post._]
+
+KING LEWIS.
+But, Warwick,
+Thou and Oxford, with five thousand men,
+Shall cross the seas and bid false Edward battle;
+And, as occasion serves, this noble Queen
+And prince shall follow with a fresh supply.
+Yet, ere thou go, but answer me one doubt:
+What pledge have we of thy firm loyalty?
+
+WARWICK.
+This shall assure my constant loyalty:
+That if our Queen and this young prince agree,
+I’ll join mine eldest daughter and my joy
+To him forthwith in holy wedlock bands.
+
+QUEEN MARGARET.
+Yes, I agree, and thank you for your motion.
+Son Edward, she is fair and virtuous,
+Therefore delay not, give thy hand to Warwick,
+And with thy hand thy faith irrevocable
+That only Warwick’s daughter shall be thine.
+
+PRINCE EDWARD.
+Yes, I accept her, for she well deserves it;
+And here, to pledge my vow, I give my hand.
+
+[_He gives his hand to Warwick._]
+
+KING LEWIS.
+Why stay we now? These soldiers shall be levied,
+And thou, Lord Bourbon, our High Admiral,
+Shall waft them over with our royal fleet.
+I long till Edward fall by war’s mischance
+For mocking marriage with a dame of France.
+
+[_Exeunt all but Warwick._]
+
+WARWICK.
+I came from Edward as ambassador,
+But I return his sworn and mortal foe.
+Matter of marriage was the charge he gave me,
+But dreadful war shall answer his demand.
+Had he none else to make a stale but me?
+Then none but I shall turn his jest to sorrow.
+I was the chief that raised him to the crown,
+And I’ll be chief to bring him down again:
+Not that I pity Henry’s misery,
+But seek revenge on Edward’s mockery.
+
+[_Exit._]
+
+
+
+
+ACT IV
+
+SCENE I. London. The Palace
+
+
+Enter Richard (Duke of Gloucester), George (Duke of Clarence), Somerset
+and Montague.
+
+RICHARD.
+Now tell me, brother Clarence, what think you
+Of this new marriage with the Lady Grey?
+Hath not our brother made a worthy choice?
+
+GEORGE.
+Alas, you know ’tis far from hence to France!
+How could he stay till Warwick made return?
+
+SOMERSET.
+My lords, forbear this talk; here comes the King.
+
+Flourish. Enter King Edward, attended; Lady Grey as Queen Elizabeth;
+Pembroke, Stafford, Hastings and others. Four stand on one side, and
+four on the other.
+
+RICHARD.
+And his well-chosen bride.
+
+GEORGE.
+I mind to tell him plainly what I think.
+
+KING EDWARD.
+Now, brother of Clarence, how like you our choice,
+That you stand pensive as half malcontent?
+
+GEORGE.
+As well as Lewis of France or the Earl of Warwick,
+Which are so weak of courage and in judgment
+That they’ll take no offence at our abuse.
+
+KING EDWARD.
+Suppose they take offence without a cause,
+They are but Lewis and Warwick; I am Edward,
+Your King and Warwick’s, and must have my will.
+
+RICHARD.
+And shall have your will, because our King.
+Yet hasty marriage seldom proveth well.
+
+KING EDWARD.
+Yea, brother Richard, are you offended too?
+
+RICHARD.
+Not I.
+No, God forbid that I should wish them severed
+Whom God hath joined together. Ay, and ’twere pity
+To sunder them that yoke so well together.
+
+KING EDWARD.
+Setting your scorns and your mislike aside,
+Tell me some reason why the Lady Grey
+Should not become my wife and England’s queen.
+And you too, Somerset and Montague,
+Speak freely what you think.
+
+GEORGE.
+Then this is mine opinion: that King Lewis
+Becomes your enemy for mocking him
+About the marriage of the Lady Bona.
+
+RICHARD.
+And Warwick, doing what you gave in charge,
+Is now dishonoured by this new marriage.
+
+KING EDWARD.
+What if both Lewis and Warwick be appeased
+By such invention as I can devise?
+
+MONTAGUE.
+Yet to have joined with France in such alliance
+Would more have strengthened this our commonwealth
+’Gainst foreign storms than any home-bred marriage.
+
+HASTINGS.
+Why, knows not Montague that of itself
+England is safe, if true within itself?
+
+MONTAGUE.
+But the safer when ’tis backed with France.
+
+HASTINGS.
+’Tis better using France than trusting France.
+Let us be backed with God and with the seas
+Which He hath giv’n for fence impregnable,
+And with their helps only defend ourselves.
+In them and in ourselves our safety lies.
+
+GEORGE.
+For this one speech Lord Hastings well deserves
+To have the heir of the Lord Hungerford.
+
+KING EDWARD.
+Ay, what of that? It was my will and grant;
+And for this once my will shall stand for law.
+
+RICHARD.
+And yet, methinks, your Grace hath not done well
+To give the heir and daughter of Lord Scales
+Unto the brother of your loving bride.
+She better would have fitted me or Clarence;
+But in your bride you bury brotherhood.
+
+GEORGE.
+Or else you would not have bestowed the heir
+Of the Lord Bonville on your new wife’s son,
+And leave your brothers to go speed elsewhere.
+
+KING EDWARD.
+Alas, poor Clarence, is it for a wife
+That thou art malcontent? I will provide thee.
+
+GEORGE.
+In choosing for yourself you showed your judgment,
+Which being shallow, you shall give me leave
+To play the broker in mine own behalf;
+And to that end I shortly mind to leave you.
+
+KING EDWARD.
+Leave me or tarry, Edward will be king,
+And not be tied unto his brother’s will.
+
+QUEEN ELIZABETH.
+My lords, before it pleased his Majesty
+To raise my state to title of a queen,
+Do me but right, and you must all confess
+That I was not ignoble of descent,
+And meaner than myself have had like fortune.
+But as this title honours me and mine,
+So your dislikes, to whom I would be pleasing,
+Doth cloud my joys with danger and with sorrow.
+
+KING EDWARD.
+My love, forbear to fawn upon their frowns.
+What danger or what sorrow can befall thee
+So long as Edward is thy constant friend
+And their true sovereign, whom they must obey?
+Nay, whom they shall obey, and love thee too,
+Unless they seek for hatred at my hands;
+Which if they do, yet will I keep thee safe,
+And they shall feel the vengeance of my wrath.
+
+RICHARD.
+[_Aside_.] I hear, yet say not much, but think the more.
+
+Enter a Post.
+
+KING EDWARD.
+Now, messenger, what letters or what news
+From France?
+
+POST.
+My sovereign liege, no letters, and few words,
+But such as I, without your special pardon,
+Dare not relate.
+
+KING EDWARD.
+Go to, we pardon thee. Therefore, in brief,
+Tell me their words as near as thou canst guess them.
+What answer makes King Lewis unto our letters?
+
+POST.
+At my depart these were his very words:
+“Go tell false Edward, thy supposed king,
+That Lewis of France is sending over maskers
+To revel it with him and his new bride.”
+
+KING EDWARD.
+Is Lewis so brave? Belike he thinks me Henry.
+But what said Lady Bona to my marriage?
+
+POST.
+These were her words, uttered with mild disdain:
+“Tell him, in hope he’ll prove a widower shortly,
+I’ll wear the willow garland for his sake.”
+
+KING EDWARD.
+I blame not her; she could say little less;
+She had the wrong. But what said Henry’s queen?
+For I have heard that she was there in place.
+
+POST.
+“Tell him,” quoth she “my mourning weeds are done,
+And I am ready to put armour on.”
+
+KING EDWARD.
+Belike she minds to play the Amazon.
+But what said Warwick to these injuries?
+
+POST.
+He, more incensed against your Majesty
+Than all the rest, discharged me with these words:
+“Tell him from me that he hath done me wrong,
+And therefore I’ll uncrown him ere ’t be long.”
+
+KING EDWARD.
+Ha! Durst the traitor breathe out so proud words?
+Well, I will arm me, being thus forewarned.
+They shall have wars and pay for their presumption.
+But say, is Warwick friends with Margaret?
+
+POST.
+Ay, gracious sovereign, they are so linked in friendship
+That young Prince Edward marries Warwick’s daughter.
+
+GEORGE.
+Belike the elder; Clarence will have the younger.
+Now, brother king, farewell, and sit you fast,
+For I will hence to Warwick’s other daughter;
+That, though I want a kingdom, yet in marriage
+I may not prove inferior to yourself.
+You that love me and Warwick, follow me.
+
+[_Exit George and Somerset follows._]
+
+RICHARD.
+[_Aside_.] Not I. My thoughts aim at a further matter;
+I stay not for the love of Edward, but the crown.
+
+KING EDWARD.
+Clarence and Somerset both gone to Warwick!
+Yet am I armed against the worst can happen,
+And haste is needful in this desperate case.
+Pembroke and Stafford, you in our behalf
+Go levy men and make prepare for war;
+They are already, or quickly will be, landed.
+Myself in person will straight follow you.
+
+[_Exeunt Pembroke and Stafford._]
+
+But, ere I go, Hastings and Montague,
+Resolve my doubt. You twain, of all the rest,
+Are near to Warwick by blood and by alliance.
+Tell me if you love Warwick more than me.
+If it be so, then both depart to him.
+I rather wish you foes than hollow friends.
+But if you mind to hold your true obedience,
+Give me assurance with some friendly vow,
+That I may never have you in suspect.
+
+MONTAGUE.
+So God help Montague as he proves true!
+
+HASTINGS.
+And Hastings as he favours Edward’s cause!
+
+KING EDWARD.
+Now, brother Richard, will you stand by us?
+
+RICHARD.
+Ay, in despite of all that shall withstand you.
+
+KING EDWARD.
+Why, so! Then am I sure of victory.
+Now, therefore, let us hence, and lose no hour
+Till we meet Warwick with his foreign power.
+
+[_Exeunt._]
+
+SCENE II. A Plain in Warwickshire
+
+Enter Warwick and Oxford in England, with French Soldiers.
+
+WARWICK.
+Trust me, my lord, all hitherto goes well;
+The common people by numbers swarm to us.
+
+Enter George (Duke of Clarence) and Somerset.
+
+But see where Somerset and Clarence comes.
+Speak suddenly, my lords: are we all friends?
+
+GEORGE.
+Fear not that, my lord.
+
+WARWICK.
+Then, gentle Clarence, welcome unto Warwick;
+And welcome, Somerset. I hold it cowardice
+To rest mistrustful where a noble heart
+Hath pawned an open hand in sign of love;
+Else might I think that Clarence, Edward’s brother,
+Were but a feigned friend to our proceedings.
+But welcome, sweet Clarence; my daughter shall be thine.
+And now what rests but, in night’s coverture,
+Thy brother being carelessly encamped,
+His soldiers lurking in the towns about,
+And but attended by a simple guard,
+We may surprise and take him at our pleasure?
+Our scouts have found the adventure very easy;
+That, as Ulysses and stout Diomede
+With sleight and manhood stole to Rhesus’ tents,
+And brought from thence the Thracian fatal steeds,
+So we, well covered with the night’s black mantle,
+At unawares may beat down Edward’s guard,
+And seize himself. I say not, slaughter him,
+For I intend but only to surprise him.
+You that will follow me to this attempt,
+Applaud the name of Henry with your leader.
+
+[_They all cry “Henry!”_]
+
+Why then, let’s on our way in silent sort,
+For Warwick and his friends, God and Saint George!
+
+[_Exeunt._]
+
+SCENE III. Edward’s Camp near Warwick
+
+Enter three Watchmen to guard the King’s tent.
+
+1 WATCHMAN.
+Come on, my masters, each man take his stand.
+The King by this is set him down to sleep.
+
+2 WATCHMAN.
+What, will he not to bed?
+
+1 WATCHMAN.
+Why, no; for he hath made a solemn vow
+Never to lie and take his natural rest
+Till Warwick or himself be quite suppressed.
+
+2 WATCHMAN.
+Tomorrow, then, belike shall be the day,
+If Warwick be so near as men report.
+
+3 WATCHMAN.
+But say, I pray, what nobleman is that
+That with the King here resteth in his tent?
+
+1 WATCHMAN.
+’Tis the Lord Hastings, the King’s chiefest friend.
+
+3 WATCHMAN.
+O, is it so? But why commands the King
+That his chief followers lodge in towns about him,
+While he himself keeps in the cold field?
+
+2 WATCHMAN.
+’Tis the more honour, because more dangerous.
+
+3 WATCHMAN.
+Ay, but give me worship and quietness;
+I like it better than dangerous honour.
+If Warwick knew in what estate he stands,
+’Tis to be doubted he would waken him.
+
+1 WATCHMAN.
+Unless our halberds did shut up his passage.
+
+2 WATCHMAN.
+Ay, wherefore else guard we his royal tent
+But to defend his person from night-foes?
+
+Enter Warwick, George (Duke of Clarence), Oxford, Somerset and French
+Soldiers, silent all.
+
+WARWICK.
+This is his tent; and see where stand his guard.
+Courage, my masters! Honour now or never!
+But follow me, and Edward shall be ours.
+
+1 WATCHMAN.
+Who goes there?
+
+2 WATCHMAN.
+Stay, or thou diest.
+
+[_Warwick and the rest cry all, “Warwick! Warwick!” and set upon the
+guard, who fly, crying “Arm! Arm!” Warwick  and the rest following
+them._]
+
+The drum playing and trumpet sounding, enter Warwick, Somerset, and the
+rest, bringing the King out in his gown, sitting in a chair. Richard
+(Duke of Gloucester) and Hastings fly over the stage.
+
+SOMERSET.
+What are they that fly there?
+
+WARWICK.
+Richard and Hastings.
+Let them go. Here is the Duke.
+
+KING EDWARD.
+The Duke? Why, Warwick, when we parted,
+Thou call’dst me king?
+
+WARWICK.
+Ay, but the case is altered.
+When you disgraced me in my embassade,
+Then I degraded you from being king,
+And come now to create you Duke of York.
+Alas, how should you govern any kingdom
+That know not how to use ambassadors,
+Nor how to be contented with one wife,
+Nor how to use your brothers brotherly,
+Nor how to study for the people’s welfare,
+Nor how to shroud yourself from enemies?
+
+KING EDWARD.
+Yea, brother of Clarence, art thou here too?
+Nay, then I see that Edward needs must down.
+Yet, Warwick, in despite of all mischance
+Of thee thyself and all thy complices,
+Edward will always bear himself as king.
+Though Fortune’s malice overthrow my state,
+My mind exceeds the compass of her wheel.
+
+WARWICK.
+Then for his mind be Edward England’s king;
+
+[_Takes off his crown._]
+
+But Henry now shall wear the English crown
+And be true king indeed, thou but the shadow.
+My lord of Somerset, at my request,
+See that forthwith Duke Edward be conveyed
+Unto my brother, Archbishop of York.
+When I have fought with Pembroke and his fellows,
+I’ll follow you and tell what answer
+Lewis and the Lady Bona send to him.
+Now, for a while farewell, good Duke of York.
+
+[_They begin to lead him out forcibly._]
+
+KING EDWARD.
+What fates impose, that men must needs abide;
+It boots not to resist both wind and tide.
+
+[_Exit King Edward, led out; Somerset with him._]
+
+OXFORD.
+What now remains, my lords, for us to do,
+But march to London with our soldiers?
+
+WARWICK.
+Ay, that’s the first thing that we have to do,
+To free King Henry from imprisonment
+And see him seated in the regal throne.
+
+[_Exeunt._]
+
+SCENE IV. London. The Palace
+
+Enter Queen Elizabeth and Rivers.
+
+RIVERS.
+Madam, what makes you in this sudden change?
+
+QUEEN ELIZABETH.
+Why, brother Rivers, are you yet to learn
+What late misfortune is befall’n King Edward?
+
+RIVERS.
+What, loss of some pitched battle against Warwick?
+
+QUEEN ELIZABETH.
+No, but the loss of his own royal person.
+
+RIVERS.
+Then is my sovereign slain?
+
+QUEEN ELIZABETH.
+Ay, almost slain, for he is taken prisoner,
+Either betrayed by falsehood of his guard
+Or by his foe surprised at unawares;
+And, as I further have to understand,
+Is new committed to the Bishop of York,
+Fell Warwick’s brother and by that our foe.
+
+RIVERS.
+These news, I must confess, are full of grief;
+Yet, gracious madam, bear it as you may.
+Warwick may lose that now hath won the day.
+
+QUEEN ELIZABETH.
+Till then, fair hope must hinder life’s decay;
+And I the rather wean me from despair
+For love of Edward’s offspring in my womb.
+This is it that makes me bridle passion
+And bear with mildness my misfortune’s cross,
+Ay, ay, for this I draw in many a tear
+And stop the rising of blood-sucking sighs,
+Lest with my sighs or tears I blast or drown
+King Edward’s fruit, true heir to th’ English crown.
+
+RIVERS.
+But, madam, where is Warwick then become?
+
+QUEEN ELIZABETH.
+I am informed that he comes towards London
+To set the crown once more on Henry’s head.
+Guess thou the rest: King Edward’s friends must down.
+But to prevent the tyrant’s violence—
+For trust not him that hath once broken faith—
+I’ll hence forthwith unto the sanctuary
+To save at least the heir of Edward’s right.
+There shall I rest secure from force and fraud.
+Come, therefore, let us fly while we may fly.
+If Warwick take us, we are sure to die.
+
+[_Exeunt._]
 
 SCENE V. A park near Middleham Castle in Yorkshire
 
-Enter GLOUCESTER, LORD HASTINGS, SIR WILLIAM STANLEY, and others
-
-  GLOUCESTER. Now, my Lord Hastings and Sir William Stanley,
-    Leave off to wonder why I drew you hither
-    Into this chiefest thicket of the park.
-    Thus stands the case: you know our King, my brother,
-    Is prisoner to the Bishop here, at whose hands
-    He hath good usage and great liberty;
-    And often but attended with weak guard
-    Comes hunting this way to disport himself.
-    I have advertis'd him by secret means
-    That if about this hour he make this way,
-    Under the colour of his usual game,
-    He shall here find his friends, with horse and men,
-    To set him free from his captivity.
-
-             Enter KING EDWARD and a HUNTSMAN with him
-
-  HUNTSMAN. This way, my lord; for this way lies the game.
-  KING EDWARD. Nay, this way, man. See where the huntsmen stand.
-    Now, brother of Gloucester, Lord Hastings, and the rest,
-    Stand you thus close to steal the Bishop's deer?
-  GLOUCESTER. Brother, the time and case requireth haste;
-    Your horse stands ready at the park corner.
-  KING EDWARD. But whither shall we then?
-  HASTINGS. To Lynn, my lord; and shipt from thence to Flanders.
-  GLOUCESTER. Well guess'd, believe me; for that was my meaning.
-  KING EDWARD. Stanley, I will requite thy forwardness.
-  GLOUCESTER. But wherefore stay we? 'Tis no time to talk.
-  KING EDWARD. Huntsman, what say'st thou? Wilt thou go along?
-  HUNTSMAN. Better do so than tarry and be hang'd.
-  GLOUCESTER. Come then, away; let's ha' no more ado.
-  KING EDWARD. Bishop, farewell. Shield thee from Warwick's frown,
-    And pray that I may repossess the crown.              Exeunt
+Enter Richard (Duke of Gloucester), Lord Hastings, Sir William Stanley
+and others.
+
+RICHARD.
+Now, my Lord Hastings and Sir William Stanley,
+Leave off to wonder why I drew you hither
+Into this chiefest thicket of the park.
+Thus stands the case: you know our King, my brother,
+Is prisoner to the Bishop here, at whose hands
+He hath good usage and great liberty,
+And often but attended with weak guard,
+Comes hunting this way to disport himself.
+I have advertised him by secret means
+That if about this hour he make this way,
+Under the colour of his usual game,
+He shall here find his friends with horse and men
+To set him free from his captivity.
+
+Enter King Edward and a Huntsman with him.
+
+HUNTSMAN.
+This way, my lord, for this way lies the game.
+
+KING EDWARD.
+Nay, this way, man. See where the huntsmen stand.
+Now, brother of Gloucester, Lord Hastings, and the rest,
+Stand you thus close to steal the Bishop’s deer?
+
+RICHARD.
+Brother, the time and case requireth haste;
+Your horse stands ready at the park corner.
+
+KING EDWARD.
+But whither shall we then?
+
+HASTINGS.
+To Lynn, my lord, and shipped from thence to Flanders.
+
+RICHARD.
+Well guessed, believe me, for that was my meaning.
+
+KING EDWARD.
+Stanley, I will requite thy forwardness.
+
+RICHARD.
+But wherefore stay we? ’Tis no time to talk.
+
+KING EDWARD.
+Huntsman, what sayst thou? Wilt thou go along?
+
+HUNTSMAN.
+Better do so than tarry and be hanged.
+
+RICHARD.
+Come then, away! Let’s ha’ no more ado.
+
+KING EDWARD.
+Bishop, farewell; shield thee from Warwick’s frown,
+And pray that I may repossess the crown.
+
+[_Exeunt._]
 
 SCENE VI. London. The Tower
 
-Flourish. Enter KING HENRY, CLARENCE, WARWICK, SOMERSET, young HENRY,
-EARL OF RICHMOND, OXFORD, MONTAGUE, LIEUTENANT OF THE TOWER, and
-attendants
+Enter King Henry, George (Duke of Clarence), Warwick, Somerset, young
+Richmond, Oxford, Montague, and Lieutenant of the Tower.
+
+KING HENRY.
+Master Lieutenant, now that God and friends
+Have shaken Edward from the regal seat
+And turned my captive state to liberty,
+My fear to hope, my sorrows unto joys,
+At our enlargement what are thy due fees?
+
+LIEUTENANT.
+Subjects may challenge nothing of their sovereigns;
+But if an humble prayer may prevail,
+I then crave pardon of your Majesty.
+
+KING HENRY.
+For what, lieutenant? For well using me?
+Nay, be thou sure I’ll well requite thy kindness,
+For that it made my imprisonment a pleasure;
+Ay, such a pleasure as incaged birds
+Conceive when, after many moody thoughts,
+At last by notes of household harmony
+They quite forget their loss of liberty.
+But, Warwick, after God thou sett’st me free,
+And chiefly therefore I thank God and thee;
+He was the author, thou the instrument.
+Therefore, that I may conquer Fortune’s spite,
+By living low where Fortune cannot hurt me,
+And that the people of this blessed land
+May not be punished with my thwarting stars,
+Warwick, although my head still wear the crown,
+I here resign my government to thee,
+For thou art fortunate in all thy deeds.
+
+WARWICK.
+Your Grace hath still been famed for virtuous,
+And now may seem as wise as virtuous
+By spying and avoiding Fortune’s malice,
+For few men rightly temper with the stars;
+Yet in this one thing let me blame your Grace,
+For choosing me when Clarence is in place.
+
+GEORGE.
+No, Warwick, thou art worthy of the sway,
+To whom the heavens in thy nativity
+Adjudged an olive branch and laurel crown,
+As likely to be blest in peace and war;
+And therefore I yield thee my free consent.
+
+WARWICK.
+And I choose Clarence only for Protector.
+
+KING HENRY.
+Warwick and Clarence, give me both your hands.
+Now join your hands, and with your hands your hearts,
+That no dissension hinder government.
+I make you both Protectors of this land,
+While I myself will lead a private life
+And in devotion spend my latter days,
+To sin’s rebuke and my Creator’s praise.
+
+WARWICK.
+What answers Clarence to his sovereign’s will?
+
+GEORGE.
+That he consents, if Warwick yield consent,
+For on thy fortune I repose myself.
+
+WARWICK.
+Why, then, though loath, yet I must be content.
+We’ll yoke together, like a double shadow
+To Henry’s body, and supply his place;
+I mean, in bearing weight of government,
+While he enjoys the honour and his ease.
+And, Clarence, now then it is more than needful
+Forthwith that Edward be pronounced a traitor
+And all his lands and goods be confiscate.
+
+GEORGE.
+What else? And that succession be determined.
+
+WARWICK.
+Ay, therein Clarence shall not want his part.
+
+KING HENRY.
+But with the first of all your chief affairs
+Let me entreat—for I command no more—
+That Margaret your Queen and my son Edward
+Be sent for to return from France with speed;
+For till I see them here, by doubtful fear
+My joy of liberty is half eclipsed.
+
+GEORGE.
+It shall be done, my sovereign, with all speed.
+
+KING HENRY.
+My Lord of Somerset, what youth is that
+Of whom you seem to have so tender care?
+
+SOMERSET.
+My liege, it is young Henry, Earl of Richmond.
+
+KING HENRY.
+Come hither, England’s hope. If secret powers
 
-  KING HENRY. Master Lieutenant, now that God and friends
-    Have shaken Edward from the regal seat
-    And turn'd my captive state to liberty,
-    My fear to hope, my sorrows unto joys,
-    At our enlargement what are thy due fees?
-  LIEUTENANT. Subjects may challenge nothing of their sov'reigns;
-    But if an humble prayer may prevail,
-    I then crave pardon of your Majesty.
-  KING HENRY. For what, Lieutenant? For well using me?
-    Nay, be thou sure I'll well requite thy kindness,
-    For that it made my imprisonment a pleasure;
-    Ay, such a pleasure as incaged birds
-    Conceive when, after many moody thoughts,
-    At last by notes of household harmony
-    They quite forget their loss of liberty.
-    But, Warwick, after God, thou set'st me free,
-    And chiefly therefore I thank God and thee;
-    He was the author, thou the instrument.
-    Therefore, that I may conquer fortune's spite
-    By living low where fortune cannot hurt me,
-    And that the people of this blessed land
-    May not be punish'd with my thwarting stars,
-    Warwick, although my head still wear the crown,
-    I here resign my government to thee,
-    For thou art fortunate in all thy deeds.
-  WARWICK. Your Grace hath still been fam'd for virtuous,
-    And now may seem as wise as virtuous
-    By spying and avoiding fortune's malice,
-    For few men rightly temper with the stars;
-    Yet in this one thing let me blame your Grace,
-    For choosing me when Clarence is in place.
-  CLARENCE. No, Warwick, thou art worthy of the sway,
-    To whom the heav'ns in thy nativity
-    Adjudg'd an olive branch and laurel crown,
-    As likely to be blest in peace and war;
-    And therefore I yield thee my free consent.
-  WARWICK. And I choose Clarence only for Protector.
-  KING HENRY. Warwick and Clarence, give me both your hands.
-    Now join your hands, and with your hands your hearts,
-    That no dissension hinder government.
-    I make you both Protectors of this land,
-    While I myself will lead a private life
-    And in devotion spend my latter days,
-    To sin's rebuke and my Creator's praise.
-  WARWICK. What answers Clarence to his sovereign's will?
-  CLARENCE. That he consents, if Warwick yield consent,
-    For on thy fortune I repose myself.
-  WARWICK. Why, then, though loath, yet must I be content.
-    We'll yoke together, like a double shadow
-    To Henry's body, and supply his place;
-    I mean, in bearing weight of government,
-    While he enjoys the honour and his ease.
-    And, Clarence, now then it is more than needful
-    Forthwith that Edward be pronounc'd a traitor,
-    And all his lands and goods confiscated.
-  CLARENCE. What else? And that succession be determin'd.
-  WARWICK. Ay, therein Clarence shall not want his part.
-  KING HENRY. But, with the first of all your chief affairs,
-    Let me entreat- for I command no more-
-    That Margaret your Queen and my son Edward
-    Be sent for to return from France with speed;
-    For till I see them here, by doubtful fear
-    My joy of liberty is half eclips'd.
-  CLARENCE. It shall be done, my sovereign, with all speed.
-  KING HENRY. My Lord of Somerset, what youth is that,
-    Of whom you seem to have so tender care?
-  SOMERSET. My liege, it is young Henry, Earl of Richmond.
-  KING HENRY. Come hither, England's hope.
-                                     [Lays his hand on his head]
-    If secret powers
-    Suggest but truth to my divining thoughts,
-    This pretty lad will prove our country's bliss.
-    His looks are full of peaceful majesty;
-    His head by nature fram'd to wear a crown,
-    His hand to wield a sceptre; and himself
-    Likely in time to bless a regal throne.
-    Make much of him, my lords; for this is he
-    Must help you more than you are hurt by me.
-
-                          Enter a POST
-
-  WARWICK. What news, my friend?
-  POST. That Edward is escaped from your brother
-    And fled, as he hears since, to Burgundy.
-  WARWICK. Unsavoury news! But how made he escape?
-  POST. He was convey'd by Richard Duke of Gloucester
-    And the Lord Hastings, who attended him
-    In secret ambush on the forest side
-    And from the Bishop's huntsmen rescu'd him;
-    For hunting was his daily exercise.
-  WARWICK. My brother was too careless of his charge.
-    But let us hence, my sovereign, to provide
-    A salve for any sore that may betide.
-                   Exeunt all but SOMERSET, RICHMOND, and OXFORD
-  SOMERSET. My lord, I like not of this flight of Edward's;
-    For doubtless Burgundy will yield him help,
-    And we shall have more wars befor't be long.
-    As Henry's late presaging prophecy
-    Did glad my heart with hope of this young Richmond,
-    So doth my heart misgive me, in these conflicts,
-    What may befall him to his harm and ours.
-    Therefore, Lord Oxford, to prevent the worst,
-    Forthwith we'll send him hence to Brittany,
-    Till storms be past of civil enmity.
-  OXFORD. Ay, for if Edward repossess the crown,
-    'Tis like that Richmond with the rest shall down.
-  SOMERSET. It shall be so; he shall to Brittany.
-    Come therefore, let's about it speedily.              Exeunt
+[_Lays his hand on his head._]
+
+Suggest but truth to my divining thoughts,
+This pretty lad will prove our country’s bliss.
+His looks are full of peaceful majesty,
+His head by nature framed to wear a crown,
+His hand to wield a sceptre, and himself
+Likely in time to bless a regal throne.
+Make much of him, my lords, for this is he
+Must help you more than you are hurt by me.
+
+Enter a Post.
+
+WARWICK.
+What news, my friend?
+
+POST.
+That Edward is escaped from your brother
+And fled, as he hears since, to Burgundy.
+
+WARWICK.
+Unsavoury news! But how made he escape?
+
+POST.
+He was conveyed by Richard, Duke of Gloucester
+And the Lord Hastings, who attended him
+In secret ambush on the forest side
+And from the Bishop’s huntsmen rescued him,
+For hunting was his daily exercise.
+
+WARWICK.
+My brother was too careless of his charge.
+But let us hence, my sovereign, to provide
+A salve for any sore that may betide.
+
+[_Exeunt all but Somerset, Richmond and Oxford._]
+
+SOMERSET.
+My lord, I like not of this flight of Edward’s,
+For doubtless Burgundy will yield him help,
+And we shall have more wars before ’t be long.
+As Henry’s late presaging prophecy
+Did glad my heart with hope of this young Richmond,
+So doth my heart misgive me, in these conflicts
+What may befall him, to his harm and ours.
+Therefore, Lord Oxford, to prevent the worst,
+Forthwith we’ll send him hence to Brittany
+Till storms be past of civil enmity.
+
+OXFORD.
+Ay, for if Edward repossess the crown,
+’Tis like that Richmond with the rest shall down.
+
+SOMERSET.
+It shall be so. He shall to Brittany.
+Come therefore, let’s about it speedily.
+
+[_Exeunt._]
 
 SCENE VII. Before York
 
-Flourish. Enter KING EDWARD, GLOUCESTER, HASTINGS, and soldiers
-
-  KING EDWARD. Now, brother Richard, Lord Hastings, and the rest,
-    Yet thus far fortune maketh us amends,
-    And says that once more I shall interchange
-    My waned state for Henry's regal crown.
-    Well have we pass'd and now repass'd the seas,
-    And brought desired help from Burgundy;
-    What then remains, we being thus arriv'd
-    From Ravenspurgh haven before the gates of York,
-    But that we enter, as into our dukedom?
-  GLOUCESTER. The gates made fast! Brother, I like not this;
-    For many men that stumble at the threshold
-    Are well foretold that danger lurks within.
-  KING EDWARD. Tush, man, abodements must not now affright us.
-    By fair or foul means we must enter in,
-    For hither will our friends repair to us.
-  HASTINGS. My liege, I'll knock once more to summon them.
-
-         Enter, on the walls, the MAYOR OF YORK and
-                       his BRETHREN
-
-  MAYOR. My lords, we were forewarned of your coming
-    And shut the gates for safety of ourselves,
-    For now we owe allegiance unto Henry.
-  KING EDWARD. But, Master Mayor, if Henry be your King,
-    Yet Edward at the least is Duke of York.
-  MAYOR. True, my good lord; I know you for no less.
-  KING EDWARD. Why, and I challenge nothing but my dukedom,
-    As being well content with that alone.
-  GLOUCESTER. [Aside] But when the fox hath once got in his nose,
-    He'll soon find means to make the body follow.
-  HASTINGS. Why, Master Mayor, why stand you in a doubt?
-    Open the gates; we are King Henry's friends.
-  MAYOR. Ay, say you so? The gates shall then be open'd.
-                                                   [He descends]
-  GLOUCESTER. A wise stout captain, and soon persuaded!
-  HASTINGS. The good old man would fain that all were well,
-    So 'twere not long of him; but being ent'red,
-    I doubt not, I, but we shall soon persuade
-    Both him and all his brothers unto reason.
-
-             Enter, below, the MAYOR and two ALDERMEN
-
-  KING EDWARD. So, Master Mayor. These gates must not be shut
-    But in the night or in the time of war.
-    What! fear not, man, but yield me up the keys;
-                                                [Takes his keys]
-    For Edward will defend the town and thee,
-    And all those friends that deign to follow me.
-
-           March. Enter MONTGOMERY with drum and soldiers
-
-  GLOUCESTER. Brother, this is Sir John Montgomery,
-    Our trusty friend, unless I be deceiv'd.
-  KING EDWARD. Welcome, Sir john! But why come you in arms?
-  MONTGOMERY. To help King Edward in his time of storm,
-    As every loyal subject ought to do.
-  KING EDWARD. Thanks, good Montgomery; but we now forget
-    Our title to the crown, and only claim
-    Our dukedom till God please to send the rest.
-  MONTGOMERY. Then fare you well, for I will hence again.
-    I came to serve a king and not a duke.
-    Drummer, strike up, and let us march away.
-                                      [The drum begins to march]
-  KING EDWARD. Nay, stay, Sir John, a while, and we'll debate
-    By what safe means the crown may be recover'd.
-  MONTGOMERY. What talk you of debating? In few words:
-    If you'll not here proclaim yourself our King,
-    I'll leave you to your fortune and be gone
-    To keep them back that come to succour you.
-    Why shall we fight, if you pretend no title?
-  GLOUCESTER. Why, brother, wherefore stand you on nice points?
-  KING EDWARD. When we grow stronger, then we'll make our claim;
-    Till then 'tis wisdom to conceal our meaning.
-  HASTINGS. Away with scrupulous wit! Now arms must rule.
-  GLOUCESTER. And fearless minds climb soonest unto crowns.
-    Brother, we will proclaim you out of hand;
-    The bruit thereof will bring you many friends.
-  KING EDWARD. Then be it as you will; for 'tis my right,
-    And Henry but usurps the diadem.
-  MONTGOMERY. Ay, now my sovereign speaketh like himself;
-    And now will I be Edward's champion.
-  HASTINGS. Sound trumpet; Edward shall be here proclaim'd.
-    Come, fellow soldier, make thou proclamation.
-                                   [Gives him a paper. Flourish]
-  SOLDIER. [Reads] 'Edward the Fourth, by the grace of God,
-    King of England and France, and Lord of Ireland, &c.'
-  MONTGOMERY. And whoso'er gainsays King Edward's right,
-    By this I challenge him to single fight.
-                                          [Throws down gauntlet]
-  ALL. Long live Edward the Fourth!
-  KING EDWARD. Thanks, brave Montgomery, and thanks unto you all;
-    If fortune serve me, I'll requite this kindness.
-    Now for this night let's harbour here in York;
-    And when the morning sun shall raise his car
-    Above the border of this horizon,
-    We'll forward towards Warwick and his mates;
-    For well I wot that Henry is no soldier.
-    Ah, froward Clarence, how evil it beseems the
-    To flatter Henry and forsake thy brother!
-    Yet, as we may, we'll meet both thee and Warwick.
-    Come on, brave soldiers; doubt not of the day,
-    And, that once gotten, doubt not of large pay.        Exeunt
-
-SCENE VIII. London. The palace
-
-Flourish. Enter KING HENRY, WARWICK, MONTAGUE, CLARENCE, OXFORD, and
-EXETER
-
-  WARWICK. What counsel, lords? Edward from Belgia,
-    With hasty Germans and blunt Hollanders,
-    Hath pass'd in safety through the narrow seas
-    And with his troops doth march amain to London;
-    And many giddy people flock to him.
-  KING HENRY. Let's levy men and beat him back again.
-  CLARENCE. A little fire is quickly trodden out,
-    Which, being suffer'd, rivers cannot quench.
-  WARWICK. In Warwickshire I have true-hearted friends,
-    Not mutinous in peace, yet bold in war;
-    Those will I muster up, and thou, son Clarence,
-    Shalt stir up in Suffolk, Norfolk, and in Kent,
-    The knights and gentlemen to come with thee.
-    Thou, brother Montague, in Buckingham,
-    Northampton, and in Leicestershire, shalt find
-    Men well inclin'd to hear what thou command'st.
-    And thou, brave Oxford, wondrous well belov'd,
-    In Oxfordshire shalt muster up thy friends.
-    My sovereign, with the loving citizens,
-    Like to his island girt in with the ocean
-    Or modest Dian circled with her nymphs,
-    Shall rest in London till we come to him.
-    Fair lords, take leave and stand not to reply.
-    Farewell, my sovereign.
-  KING HENRY. Farewell, my Hector and my Troy's true hope.
-  CLARENCE. In sign of truth, I kiss your Highness' hand.
-  KING HENRY. Well-minded Clarence, be thou fortunate!
-  MONTAGUE. Comfort, my lord; and so I take my leave.
-  OXFORD. [Kissing the KING'S band] And thus I seal my truth and bid
-    adieu.
-  KING HENRY. Sweet Oxford, and my loving Montague,
-    And all at once, once more a happy farewell.
-  WARWICK. Farewell, sweet lords; let's meet at Coventry.
-                              Exeunt all but the KING and EXETER
-  KING HENRY. Here at the palace will I rest a while.
-    Cousin of Exeter, what thinks your lordship?
-    Methinks the power that Edward hath in field
-    Should not be able to encounter mine.
-  EXETER. The doubt is that he will seduce the rest.
-  KING HENRY. That's not my fear; my meed hath got me fame:
-    I have not stopp'd mine ears to their demands,
-    Nor posted off their suits with slow delays;
-    My pity hath been balm to heal their wounds,
-    My mildness hath allay'd their swelling griefs,
-    My mercy dried their water-flowing tears;
-    I have not been desirous of their wealth,
-    Nor much oppress'd them with great subsidies,
-    Nor forward of revenge, though they much err'd.
-    Then why should they love Edward more than me?
-    No, Exeter, these graces challenge grace;
-    And, when the lion fawns upon the lamb,
-    The lamb will never cease to follow him.
-                      [Shout within 'A Lancaster! A Lancaster!']
-  EXETER. Hark, hark, my lord! What shouts are these?
-
-            Enter KING EDWARD, GLOUCESTER, and soldiers
-
-  KING EDWARD. Seize on the shame-fac'd Henry, bear him hence;
-    And once again proclaim us King of England.
-    You are the fount that makes small brooks to flow.
-    Now stops thy spring; my sea shall suck them dry,
-    And swell so much the higher by their ebb.
-    Hence with him to the Tower: let him not speak.
-                                     Exeunt some with KING HENRY
-    And, lords, towards Coventry bend we our course,
-    Where peremptory Warwick now remains.
-    The sun shines hot; and, if we use delay,
-    Cold biting winter mars our hop'd-for hay.
-  GLOUCESTER. Away betimes, before his forces join,
-    And take the great-grown traitor unawares.
-    Brave warriors, march amain towards Coventry.         Exeunt
-
-ACT V. SCENE I. Coventry
-
-Enter WARWICK, the MAYOR OF COVENTRY, two MESSENGERS, and others upon
-the walls
-
-  WARWICK. Where is the post that came from valiant Oxford?
-    How far hence is thy lord, mine honest fellow?
-  FIRST MESSENGER. By this at Dunsmore, marching hitherward.
-  WARWICK. How far off is our brother Montague?
-    Where is the post that came from Montague?
-  SECOND MESSENGER. By this at Daintry, with a puissant troop.
-
-                   Enter SIR JOHN SOMERVILLE
-
-  WARWICK. Say, Somerville, what says my loving son?
-    And by thy guess how nigh is Clarence now?
-  SOMERVILLE. At Southam I did leave him with his forces,
-    And do expect him here some two hours hence.
-                                                    [Drum heard]
-  WARWICK. Then Clarence is at hand; I hear his drum.
-  SOMERVILLE. It is not his, my lord; here Southam lies.
-    The drum your Honour hears marcheth from Warwick.
-  WARWICK. Who should that be? Belike unlook'd for friends.
-  SOMERVILLE. They are at hand, and you shall quickly know.
-
-        March. Flourish. Enter KING EDWARD, GLOUCESTER,
-                         and soldiers
-
-  KING EDWARD. Go, trumpet, to the walls, and sound a parle.
-  GLOUCESTER. See how the surly Warwick mans the wall.
-  WARWICK. O unbid spite! Is sportful Edward come?
-    Where slept our scouts or how are they seduc'd
-    That we could hear no news of his repair?
-  KING EDWARD. 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.
-  WARWICK. 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.
-  GLOUCESTER. I thought, at least, he would have said the King;
-    Or did he make the jest against his will?
-  WARWICK. Is not a dukedom, sir, a goodly gift?
-  GLOUCESTER. Ay, by my faith, for a poor earl to give.
-    I'll do thee service for so good a gift.
-  WARWICK. 'Twas I that gave the kingdom to thy brother.
-  KING EDWARD. Why then 'tis mine, if but by Warwick's gift.
-  WARWICK. Thou art no Atlas for so great a weight;
-    And, weakling, Warwick takes his gift again;
-    And Henry is my King, Warwick his subject.
-  KING EDWARD. But Warwick's king is Edward's prisoner.
-    And, gallant Warwick, do but answer this:
-    What is the body when the head is off?
-  GLOUCESTER. 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.
-  KING EDWARD. 'Tis even so; yet you are Warwick still.
-  GLOUCESTER. Come, Warwick, take the time; kneel down, kneel down.
-    Nay, when? Strike now, or else the iron cools.
-  WARWICK. 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.
-  KING EDWARD. Sail how thou canst, have wind and tide thy friend,
-    This hand, fast wound about thy coal-black hair,
-    Shall, whiles thy head is warm and new cut off,
-    Write in the dust this sentence with thy blood:
-    'Wind-changing Warwick now can change no more.'
-
-               Enter OXFORD, with drum and colours
-
-  WARWICK. O cheerful colours! See where Oxford comes.
-  OXFORD. Oxford, Oxford, for Lancaster!
-                              [He and his forces enter the city]
-  GLOUCESTER. The gates are open, let us enter too.
-  KING EDWARD. 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 quietly rouse the traitors in the same.
-  WARWICK. O, welcome, Oxford! for we want thy help.
-
-             Enter MONTAGUE, with drum and colours
-
-  MONTAGUE. Montague, Montague, for Lancaster!
-                              [He and his forces enter the city]
-  GLOUCESTER. Thou and thy brother both shall buy this treason
-    Even with the dearest blood your bodies bear.
-  KING EDWARD. The harder match'd, the greater victory.
-    My mind presageth happy gain and conquest.
-
-             Enter SOMERSET, with drum and colours
-
-  SOMERSET. Somerset, Somerset, for Lancaster!
-                              [He and his forces enter the city]
-  GLOUCESTER. Two of thy name, both Dukes of Somerset,
-    Have sold their lives unto the house of York;
-    And thou shalt be the third, if this sword hold.
-
-             Enter CLARENCE, with drum and colours
-
-  WARWICK. 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.
-  CLARENCE. Clarence, Clarence, for Lancaster!
-  KING EDWARD. Et tu Brute- wilt thou stab Caesar too?
-    A parley, sirrah, to George of Clarence.
-                  [Sound a parley. RICHARD and CLARENCE whisper]
-  WARWICK. Come, Clarence, come. Thou wilt if Warwick call.
-  CLARENCE. [Taking the red rose from his hat and throwing
-      it at WARWICK]
-    Father of Warwick, know you what this means?
-    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,
-    And set up Lancaster. Why, trowest thou, Warwick,
-    That Clarence is so harsh, so blunt, unnatural,
-    To bend the fatal instruments of war
-    Against his brother and his lawful King?
-    Perhaps thou wilt object my holy oath.
-    To keep that oath were more impiety
-    Than Jephtha when he sacrific'd his daughter.
-    I am so sorry for my trespass made
-    That, to deserve well at my brother's hands,
-    I here proclaim myself thy mortal foe;
-    With resolution whereso'er I meet thee-
-    As I will meet thee, if thou stir abroad-
-    To plague thee for thy foul misleading me.
-    And so, proud-hearted Warwick, I defy thee,
-    And to my brother turn my blushing cheeks.
-    Pardon me, Edward, I will make amends;
-    And, Richard, do not frown upon my faults,
-    For I will henceforth be no more unconstant.
-  KING EDWARD. Now welcome more, and ten times more belov'd,
-    Than if thou never hadst deserv'd our hate.
-  GLOUCESTER. Welcome, good Clarence; this is brother-like.
-  WARWICK. O passing traitor, perjur'd and unjust!
-  KING EDWARD. What, Warwick, wilt thou leave die town and fight?
-    Or shall we beat the stones about thine ears?
-  WARWICK. Alas, I am not coop'd here for defence!
-    I will away towards Barnet presently
-    And bid thee battle, Edward, if thou dar'st.
-  KING EDWARD. Yes, Warwick, Edward dares and leads the way.
-    Lords, to the field; Saint George and victory!
-                                                 Exeunt YORKISTS
-                         [March. WARWICK and his company follow]
-
-SCENE II. A field of battle near Barnet
-
-Alarum and excursions. Enter KING EDWARD, bringing forth WARWICK,
-wounded
-
-  KING EDWARD. 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
-  WARWICK. Ah, who is nigh? Come to me, friend or foe,
-    And tell me who is victor, York or Warwick?
-    Why ask I that? My mangled body shows,
-    My blood, my want of strength, my sick heart shows,
-    That I must yield my body to the earth
-    And, by my fall, the conquest to my foe.
-    Thus yields the cedar to the axe's edge,
-    Whose arms gave shelter to the princely eagle,
-    Under whose shade the ramping lion slept,
-    Whose top-branch overpeer'd Jove's spreading tree
-    And kept low shrubs from winter's pow'rful wind.
-    These eyes, that now are dimm'd with death's black veil,
-    Have been as piercing as the mid-day sun
-    To search the secret treasons of the world;
-    The wrinkles in my brows, now fill'd with blood,
-    Were lik'ned oft to kingly sepulchres;
-    For who liv'd King, but I could dig his grave?
-    And who durst smile when Warwick bent his brow?
-    Lo now my glory smear'd in dust and blood!
-    My parks, my walks, my manors, that I had,
-    Even now forsake me; and of all my lands
-    Is nothing left me but my body's length.
-    what is pomp, rule, reign, but earth and dust?
-    And live we how we can, yet die we must.
-
-                  Enter OXFORD and SOMERSET
-
-  SOMERSET. 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, couldst thou fly!
-  WARWICK. 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 glues my lips and will not let me speak.
-    Come quickly, Montague, or I am dead.
-  SOMERSET. 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,
-    Which sounded like a clamour in a vault,
-    That mought not be distinguish'd; but at last,
-    I well might hear, delivered with a groan,
-    'O farewell, Warwick!'
-  WARWICK. Sweet rest his soul! Fly, lords, and save yourselves:
-    For Warwick bids you all farewell, to meet in heaven.
-                                                          [Dies]
-  OXFORD. Away, away, to meet the Queen's great power!
-                                  [Here they bear away his body]
-
-SCENE III. Another part of the field
-
-Flourish. Enter KING in triumph; with GLOUCESTER, CLARENCE, and the
-rest
-
-  KING EDWARD. 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 that the Queen
-    Hath rais'd in Gallia have arriv'd our coast
-    And, as we hear, march on to fight with us.
-  CLARENCE. 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.
-  GLOUCESTER. The Queen is valued 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.
-  KING EDWARD. are advertis'd by our loving friends
-    That they do hold their course toward Tewksbury;
-    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.          Exeunt
-
-SCENE IV. Plains wear Tewksbury
-
-Flourish. March. Enter QUEEN MARGARET, PRINCE EDWARD, SOMERSET, OXFORD,
-and SOLDIERS
-
-  QUEEN MARGARET. 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 much;
-    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?
-    Our slaught'red 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,
-    If 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 OF WALES. Methinks a woman of this valiant spirit
-    Should, if a coward hear 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 the like spirit to himself.
-    If any such be here- as God forbid!-
-    Let him depart before we need his help.
-  OXFORD. Women and children of so high a courage,
-    And warriors faint! Why, 'twere perpetual shame.
-    O brave young Prince! thy famous grandfather
-    Doth live again in thee. Long mayst thou Eve
-    To bear his image and renew his glories!
-  SOMERSET. 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 wond'red at.
-  QUEEN MARGARET. Thanks, gentle Somerset; sweet Oxford, thanks.
-  PRINCE OF WALES. And take his thanks that yet hath nothing else.
+Flourish. Enter King Edward, Richard (Duke of Gloucester), Hastings and
+Soldiers.
 
-                        Enter a MESSENGER
+KING EDWARD.
+Now, brother Richard, Lord Hastings, and the rest,
+Yet thus far Fortune maketh us amends,
+And says that once more I shall interchange
+My waned state for Henry’s regal crown.
+Well have we passed and now repassed the seas,
+And brought desired help from Burgundy.
+What then remains, we being thus arrived
+From Ravenspurgh haven before the gates of York,
+But that we enter as into our dukedom?
+
+RICHARD.
+The gates made fast! Brother, I like not this;
+For many men that stumble at the threshold
+Are well foretold that danger lurks within.
+
+KING EDWARD.
+Tush, man, abodements must not now affright us.
+By fair or foul means we must enter in,
+For hither will our friends repair to us.
+
+HASTINGS.
+My liege, I’ll knock once more to summon them.
+
+Enter on the walls, the Mayor of York and his Brethren.
+
+MAYOR.
+My lords, we were forewarned of your coming
+And shut the gates for safety of ourselves,
+For now we owe allegiance unto Henry.
+
+KING EDWARD.
+But, master Mayor, if Henry be your king,
+Yet Edward, at the least, is Duke of York.
+
+MAYOR.
+True, my good lord, I know you for no less.
+
+KING EDWARD.
+Why, and I challenge nothing but my dukedom,
+As being well content with that alone.
+
+RICHARD.
+[_Aside_.] But when the fox hath once got in his nose,
+He’ll soon find means to make the body follow.
+
+HASTINGS.
+Why, master Mayor, why stand you in a doubt?
+Open the gates; we are King Henry’s friends.
+
+MAYOR.
+Ay, say you so? The gates shall then be opened.
+
+[_He descends._]
+
+RICHARD.
+A wise, stout captain, and soon persuaded.
+
+HASTINGS.
+The good old man would fain that all were well,
+So ’twere not long of him; but, being entered,
+I doubt not, I, but we shall soon persuade
+Both him and all his brothers unto reason.
+
+Enter the Mayor and two Aldermen below.
+
+KING EDWARD.
+So, master Mayor, these gates must not be shut
+But in the night or in the time of war.
+What, fear not, man, but yield me up the keys;
+
+[_Takes his keys._]
+
+For Edward will defend the town and thee
+And all those friends that deign to follow me.
+
+March. Enter Montgomery with drum and Soldiers.
+
+RICHARD.
+Brother, this is Sir John Montgomery,
+Our trusty friend unless I be deceived.
+
+KING EDWARD.
+Welcome, Sir John! But why come you in arms?
+
+MONTGOMERY.
+To help King Edward in his time of storm,
+As every loyal subject ought to do.
+
+KING EDWARD.
+Thanks, good Montgomery; but we now forget
+Our title to the crown, and only claim
+Our dukedom till God please to send the rest.
+
+MONTGOMERY.
+Then fare you well, for I will hence again.
+I came to serve a king, and not a duke.
+Drummer, strike up, and let us march away.
+
+[_The drum begins to march._]
+
+KING EDWARD.
+Nay, stay, Sir John, a while, and we’ll debate
+By what safe means the crown may be recovered.
+
+MONTGOMERY.
+What talk you of debating? In few words,
+If you’ll not here proclaim yourself our king,
+I’ll leave you to your fortune and be gone
+To keep them back that come to succour you.
+Why shall we fight if you pretend no title?
+
+RICHARD.
+Why, brother, wherefore stand you on nice points?
+
+KING EDWARD.
+When we grow stronger, then we’ll make our claim.
+Till then ’tis wisdom to conceal our meaning.
+
+HASTINGS.
+Away with scrupulous wit! Now arms must rule.
+
+RICHARD.
+And fearless minds climb soonest unto crowns.
+Brother, we will proclaim you out of hand;
+The bruit thereof will bring you many friends.
+
+KING EDWARD.
+Then be it as you will; for ’tis my right,
+And Henry but usurps the diadem.
+
+MONTGOMERY.
+Ay, now my sovereign speaketh like himself,
+And now will I be Edward’s champion.
+
+HASTINGS.
+Sound, trumpet; Edward shall be here proclaimed.
+Come, fellow soldier, make thou proclamation.
+
+[_Gives him a paper. Flourish._]
+
+SOLDIER.
+[_Reads_.] _Edward the Fourth, by the Grace of God, King of England and
+France, and Lord of Ireland, etc._
+
+MONTGOMERY.
+And whoso’er gainsays King Edward’s right,
+By this I challenge him to single fight.
+
+[_Throws down his gauntlet._]
+
+ALL.
+Long live Edward the Fourth!
+
+KING EDWARD.
+Thanks, brave Montgomery, and thanks unto you all.
+If Fortune serve me, I’ll requite this kindness.
+Now for this night let’s harbour here in York,
+And when the morning sun shall raise his car
+Above the border of this horizon
+We’ll forward towards Warwick and his mates;
+For well I wot that Henry is no soldier.
+Ah, froward Clarence, how evil it beseems thee
+To flatter Henry and forsake thy brother!
+Yet, as we may, we’ll meet both thee and Warwick.
+Come on, brave soldiers; doubt not of the day,
+And, that once gotten, doubt not of large pay.
+
+[_Exeunt._]
+
+SCENE VIII. London. The Palace
+
+Flourish. Enter King Henry, Warwick, Montague, George (Duke of
+Clarence), Oxford and Exeter.
+
+WARWICK.
+What counsel, lords? Edward from Belgia,
+With hasty Germans and blunt Hollanders,
+Hath passed in safety through the Narrow Seas,
+And with his troops doth march amain to London;
+And many giddy people flock to him.
+
+KING HENRY.
+Let’s levy men and beat him back again.
+
+GEORGE.
+A little fire is quickly trodden out,
+Which, being suffered, rivers cannot quench.
+
+WARWICK.
+In Warwickshire I have true-hearted friends,
+Not mutinous in peace, yet bold in war.
+Those will I muster up; and thou, son Clarence,
+Shalt stir up in Suffolk, Norfolk, and in Kent
+The knights and gentlemen to come with thee.
+Thou, brother Montague, in Buckingham,
+Northampton, and in Leicestershire shalt find
+Men well inclined to hear what thou command’st.
+And thou, brave Oxford, wondrous well beloved,
+In Oxfordshire shalt muster up thy friends.
+My sovereign, with the loving citizens,
+Like to his island girt in with the ocean,
+Or modest Dian circled with her nymphs,
+Shall rest in London till we come to him.
+Fair lords, take leave and stand not to reply.
+Farewell, my sovereign.
+
+KING HENRY.
+Farewell, my Hector, and my Troy’s true hope.
+
+GEORGE.
+In sign of truth, I kiss your Highness’ hand.
+
+KING HENRY.
+Well-minded Clarence, be thou fortunate.
+
+MONTAGUE.
+Comfort, my lord; and so I take my leave.
+
+OXFORD.
+And thus [_kissing Henry’s hand_] I seal my truth, and bid adieu.
+
+KING HENRY.
+Sweet Oxford, and my loving Montague,
+And all at once, once more a happy farewell.
+
+WARWICK.
+Farewell, sweet lords; let’s meet at Coventry.
+
+[_Exeunt all but King Henry and Exeter._]
+
+KING HENRY.
+Here at the palace will I rest a while.
+Cousin of Exeter, what thinks your lordship?
+Methinks the power that Edward hath in field
+Should not be able to encounter mine.
+
+EXETER.
+The doubt is that he will seduce the rest.
+
+KING HENRY.
+That’s not my fear; my meed hath got me fame.
+I have not stopped mine ears to their demands,
+Nor posted off their suits with slow delays;
+My pity hath been balm to heal their wounds,
+My mildness hath allayed their swelling griefs,
+My mercy dried their water-flowing tears.
+I have not been desirous of their wealth
+Nor much oppressed them with great subsidies,
+Nor forward of revenge, though they much erred.
+Then why should they love Edward more than me?
+No, Exeter, these graces challenge grace;
+And when the lion fawns upon the lamb,
+The lamb will never cease to follow him.
+
+[_Shout within “A York! A York!”_]
+
+EXETER.
+Hark, hark, my lord, what shouts are these?
+
+Enter King Edward, Richard (Duke of Gloucester) and Soldiers.
+
+KING EDWARD.
+Seize on the shame-faced Henry, bear him hence,
+And once again proclaim us King of England.
+You are the fount that makes small brooks to flow.
+Now stops thy spring; my sea shall suck them dry
+And swell so much the higher by their ebb.
+Hence with him to the Tower. Let him not speak.
+
+[_Exeunt some with King Henry._]
+
+And, lords, towards Coventry bend we our course,
+Where peremptory Warwick now remains.
+The sun shines hot, and, if we use delay,
+Cold biting winter mars our hoped-for hay.
+
+RICHARD.
+Away betimes, before his forces join,
+And take the great-grown traitor unawares.
+Brave warriors, march amain towards Coventry.
+
+[_Exeunt._]
+
+
+
+
+ACT V
+
+SCENE I. Coventry
+
+
+Enter, Warwick, the Mayor of Coventry, two Messengers and others, upon
+the walls.
+
+WARWICK.
+Where is the post that came from valiant Oxford?
+How far hence is thy lord, mine honest fellow?
+
+1 MESSENGER.
+By this at Dunsmore, marching hitherward.
+
+WARWICK.
+How far off is our brother Montague?
+Where is the post that came from Montague?
+
+2 MESSENGER.
+By this at Daintry, with a puissant troop.
+
+Enter Sir John Somerville.
+
+WARWICK.
+Say, Somerville, what says my loving son?
+And, by thy guess, how nigh is Clarence now?
+
+SOMERVILLE.
+At Southam I did leave him with his forces
+And do expect him here some two hours hence.
+
+[_Drum heard._]
+
+WARWICK.
+Then Clarence is at hand; I hear his drum.
+
+SOMERVILLE.
+It is not his, my lord; here Southam lies.
+The drum your honour hears marcheth from Warwick.
+
+WARWICK.
+Who should that be? Belike, unlooked-for friends.
+
+SOMERVILLE.
+They are at hand, and you shall quickly know.
+
+March. Flourish. Enter King Edward, Richard (Duke of Gloucester) and
+Soldiers.
+
+KING EDWARD.
+Go, trumpet, to the walls and sound a parle.
+
+RICHARD.
+See how the surly Warwick mans the wall.
+
+WARWICK.
+O, unbid spite! Is sportful Edward come?
+Where slept our scouts, or how are they seduced,
+That we could hear no news of his repair?
+
+KING EDWARD.
+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.
+
+WARWICK.
+Nay, rather, wilt thou draw thy forces hence,
+Confess who set thee up and plucked thee down,
+Call Warwick patron and be penitent,
+And thou shalt still remain the Duke of York.
+
+RICHARD.
+I thought, at least, he would have said the King;
+Or did he make the jest against his will?
+
+WARWICK.
+Is not a dukedom, sir, a goodly gift?
+
+RICHARD.
+Ay, by my faith, for a poor earl to give;
+I’ll do thee service for so good a gift.
+
+WARWICK.
+’Twas I that gave the kingdom to thy brother.
+
+KING EDWARD.
+Why, then, ’tis mine, if but by Warwick’s gift.
+
+WARWICK.
+Thou art no Atlas for so great a weight;
+And, weakling, Warwick takes his gift again;
+And Henry is my King, Warwick his subject.
+
+KING EDWARD.
+But Warwick’s king is Edward’s prisoner;
+And, gallant Warwick, do but answer this:
+What is the body when the head is off?
+
+RICHARD.
+Alas, that Warwick had no more forecast,
+But, whiles he thought to steal the single ten,
+The king was slily fingered from the deck!
+You left poor Henry at the Bishop’s palace,
+And ten to one you’ll meet him in the Tower.
+
+KING EDWARD.
+’Tis even so; yet you are Warwick still.
+
+RICHARD.
+Come, Warwick, take the time; kneel down, kneel down.
+Nay, when? Strike now, or else the iron cools.
+
+WARWICK.
+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.
+
+KING EDWARD.
+Sail how thou canst, have wind and tide thy friend,
+This hand, fast wound about thy coal-black hair,
+Shall, whiles thy head is warm and new cut off,
+Write in the dust this sentence with thy blood:
+“Wind-changing Warwick now can change no more.”
+
+Enter Oxford with drum and colours.
+
+WARWICK.
+O cheerful colours! See where Oxford comes!
+
+OXFORD.
+Oxford, Oxford, for Lancaster!
+
+[_He and his forces enter the city._]
+
+RICHARD.
+The gates are open; let us enter too.
+
+KING EDWARD.
+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 quietly rouse the traitors in the same.
+
+WARWICK.
+O, welcome, Oxford, for we want thy help.
+
+Enter Montague with drum and colours.
+
+MONTAGUE.
+Montague, Montague, for Lancaster!
+
+[_He and his forces enter the city._]
+
+RICHARD.
+Thou and thy brother both shall buy this treason
+Even with the dearest blood your bodies bear.
 
-  MESSENGER. Prepare you, lords, for Edward is at hand
-    Ready to fight; therefore be resolute.
-  OXFORD. I thought no less. It is his policy
-    To haste thus fast, to find us unprovided.
-  SOMERSET. But he's deceiv'd; we are in readiness.
-  QUEEN MARGARET. This cheers my heart, to see your forwardness.
-  OXFORD. Here pitch our battle; hence we will not budge.
-
-      Flourish and march. Enter, at a distance, KING EDWARD,
-               GLOUCESTER, CLARENCE, and soldiers
-
-  KING EDWARD. Brave followers, 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.
-  QUEEN MARGARET. Lords, knights, and gentlemen, what I should say
-    My tears gainsay; for every word I speak,
-    Ye see, I drink the water of my eye.
-    Therefore, no more but this: Henry, your sovereign,
-    Is prisoner to the foe; his state usurp'd,
-    His realm a slaughter-house, 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.
-                             Alarum, retreat, excursions. Exeunt
-
-SCENE V. Another part of the field
-
-Flourish. Enter KING EDWARD, GLOUCESTER, CLARENCE, and forces,
-With QUEEN MARGARET, OXFORD, and SOMERSET, prisoners
-
-  KING EDWARD. Now here a period of tumultuous broils.
-    Away with Oxford to Hames Castle straight;
-    For Somerset, off with his guilty head.
-    Go, bear them hence; I will not hear them speak.
-  OXFORD. For my part, I'll not trouble thee with words.
-  SOMERSET. Nor I, but stoop with patience to my fortune.
-                             Exeunt OXFORD and SOMERSET, guarded
-  QUEEN MARGARET. So part we sadly in this troublous world,
-    To meet with joy in sweet Jerusalem.
-  KING EDWARD. Is proclamation made that who finds Edward
-    Shall have a high reward, and he his life?
-  GLOUCESTER. It is; and lo where youthful Edward comes.
-
-                Enter soldiers, with PRINCE EDWARD
-
-  KING EDWARD. Bring forth the gallant; let us hear him speak.
-    What, can so young a man begin to prick?
-    Edward, what satisfaction canst thou make
-    For bearing arms, for stirring up my subjects,
-    And all the trouble thou hast turn'd me to?
-  PRINCE OF WALES. Speak like a subject, proud ambitious York.
-    Suppose that I am now my father's mouth;
-    Resign thy chair, and where I stand kneel thou,
-    Whilst I propose the self-same words to the
-    Which, traitor, thou wouldst have me answer to.
-  QUEEN MARGARET. Ah, that thy father had been so resolv'd!
-  GLOUCESTER. That you might still have worn the petticoat
-    And ne'er have stol'n the breech from Lancaster.
-  PRINCE OF WALES. Let Aesop fable in a winter's night;
-    His currish riddle sorts not with this place.
-  GLOUCESTER. By heaven, brat, I'll plague ye for that word.
-  QUEEN MARGARET. Ay, thou wast born to be a plague to men.
-  GLOUCESTER. For God's sake, take away this captive scold.
-  PRINCE OF WALES. Nay, take away this scolding crookback rather.
-  KING EDWARD. Peace, wilful boy, or I will charm your tongue.
-  CLARENCE. Untutor'd lad, thou art too malapert.
-  PRINCE OF WALES. 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.
-  KING EDWARD. Take that, the likeness of this railer here.
-                                                     [Stabs him]
-  GLOUCESTER. Sprawl'st thou? Take that, to end thy agony.
-                                                     [Stabs him]
-  CLARENCE. And there's for twitting me with perjury.
-                                                     [Stabs him]
-  QUEEN MARGARET. O, kill me too!
-  GLOUCESTER. Marry, and shall.             [Offers to kill her]
-  KING EDWARD. Hold, Richard, hold; for we have done to much.
-  GLOUCESTER. Why should she live to fill the world with words?
-  KING EDWARD. What, doth she swoon? Use means for her recovery.
-  GLOUCESTER. Clarence, excuse me to the King my brother.
-    I'll hence to London on a serious matter;
-    Ere ye come there, be sure to hear some news.
-  CLARENCE. What? what?
-  GLOUCESTER. The Tower! the Tower!                         Exit
-  QUEEN MARGARET. O Ned, sweet Ned, speak to thy mother, boy!
-    Canst thou not speak? O traitors! murderers!
-    They that stabb'd Caesar 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 remorse.
-    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!
-  KING EDWARD. Away with her; go, bear her hence perforce.
-  QUEEN MARGARET. Nay, never bear me hence; dispatch me here.
-    Here sheathe thy sword; I'll pardon thee my death.
-    What, wilt thou not? Then, Clarence, do it thou.
-  CLARENCE. By heaven, I will not do thee so much ease.
-  QUEEN MARGARET. Good Clarence, do; sweet Clarence, do thou do it.
-  CLARENCE. Didst thou not hear me swear I would not do it?
-  QUEEN MARGARET. Ay, but thou usest to forswear thyself.
-    'Twas sin before, but now 'tis charity.
-    What! wilt thou not? Where is that devil's butcher,
-    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.
-  KING EDWARD. Away, I say; I charge ye bear her hence.
-  QUEEN MARGARET. So come to you and yours as to this prince.
-                                          Exit, led out forcibly
-  KING EDWARD. Where's Richard gone?
-  CLARENCE. To London, all in post; and, as I guess,
-    To make a bloody supper in the Tower.
-  KING EDWARD. 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.               Exeunt
+KING EDWARD.
+The harder matched, the greater victory.
+My mind presageth happy gain and conquest.
+
+Enter Somerset with drum and colours.
+
+SOMERSET.
+Somerset, Somerset, for Lancaster!
+
+[_He and his forces enter the city._]
+
+RICHARD.
+Two of thy name, both Dukes of Somerset,
+Have sold their lives unto the House of York;
+And thou shalt be the third if this sword hold.
+
+Enter George (Duke of Clarence) with drum and colours.
+
+WARWICK.
+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.
+
+[_Richard and George whisper._]
+
+Come, Clarence, come; thou wilt if Warwick call.
+
+GEORGE.
+Father of Warwick, know you what this means?
+
+[_Taking the red rose from his hat and throws the rose at Warwick._]
+
+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,
+And set up Lancaster. Why, trowest thou, Warwick,
+That Clarence is so harsh, so blunt, unnatural,
+To bend the fatal instruments of war
+Against his brother and his lawful King?
+Perhaps thou wilt object my holy oath.
+To keep that oath were more impiety
+Than Jephthah’s when he sacrificed his daughter.
+I am so sorry for my trespass made
+That, to deserve well at my brother’s hands,
+I here proclaim myself thy mortal foe,
+With resolution, whereso’er I meet thee—
+As I will meet thee if thou stir abroad—
+To plague thee for thy foul misleading me.
+And so, proud-hearted Warwick, I defy thee,
+And to my brother turn my blushing cheeks.
+Pardon me, Edward, I will make amends.
+And, Richard, do not frown upon my faults,
+For I will henceforth be no more unconstant.
+
+KING EDWARD.
+Now, welcome more, and ten times more beloved,
+Than if thou never hadst deserved our hate.
+
+RICHARD.
+Welcome, good Clarence; this is brother-like.
+
+WARWICK.
+O passing traitor, perjured and unjust!
+
+KING EDWARD.
+What, Warwick, wilt thou leave the town and fight?
+Or shall we beat the stones about thine ears?
+
+WARWICK.
+Alas! I am not cooped here for defence!
+I will away towards Barnet presently
+And bid thee battle, Edward, if thou dar’st.
+
+KING EDWARD.
+Yes, Warwick, Edward dares, and leads the way.
+Lords, to the field! Saint George and victory!
+
+[_Exeunt. March. Warwick and his company follows._]
+
+SCENE II. A Field of Battle near Barnet
+
+Alarum and excursions. Enter King Edward bringing forth Warwick
+wounded.
+
+KING EDWARD.
+So, lie thou there. Die thou, and die our fear,
+For Warwick was a bug that feared us all.
+Now, Montague, sit fast; I seek for thee,
+That Warwick’s bones may keep thine company.
+
+[_Exit._]
+
+WARWICK.
+Ah, who is nigh? Come to me, friend or foe,
+And tell me who is victor, York or Warwick?
+Why ask I that? My mangled body shows,
+My blood, my want of strength, my sick heart shows
+That I must yield my body to the earth
+And, by my fall, the conquest to my foe.
+Thus yields the cedar to the axe’s edge,
+Whose arms gave shelter to the princely eagle,
+Under whose shade the ramping lion slept,
+Whose top branch overpeered Jove’s spreading tree,
+And kept low shrubs from winter’s pow’rful wind.
+These eyes, that now are dimmed with death’s black veil,
+Have been as piercing as the midday sun,
+To search the secret treasons of the world;
+The wrinkles in my brows, now filled with blood,
+Were likened oft to kingly sepulchres,
+For who lived King but I could dig his grave?
+And who durst smile when Warwick bent his brow?
+Lo, now my glory smeared in dust and blood!
+My parks, my walks, my manors that I had,
+Even now forsake me; and of all my lands
+Is nothing left me but my body’s length.
+Why, what is pomp, rule, reign, but earth and dust?
+And live we how we can, yet die we must.
+
+Enter Oxford and Somerset.
+
+SOMERSET.
+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, couldst thou fly!
+
+WARWICK.
+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 awhile.
+Thou lov’st me not; for, brother, if thou didst,
+Thy tears would wash this cold congealed blood
+That glues my lips and will not let me speak.
+Come quickly, Montague, or I am dead.
+
+SOMERSET.
+Ah, Warwick, Montague hath breathed 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,
+Which sounded like a cannon in a vault,
+That mought not be distinguished; but at last
+I well might hear, delivered with a groan,
+“O farewell, Warwick!”
+
+WARWICK.
+Sweet rest his soul! Fly, lords, and save yourselves,
+For Warwick bids you all farewell, to meet in heaven.
+
+[_He dies._]
+
+OXFORD.
+Away, away, to meet the Queen’s great power!
+
+[_Here they bear away his body. Exeunt._]
+
+SCENE III. Another Part of the Field
+
+Flourish. Enter King Edward in triumph, with Richard, George and the
+rest.
+
+KING EDWARD.
+Thus far our fortune keeps an upward course,
+And we are graced 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 that the Queen
+Hath raised in Gallia have arrived our coast
+And, as we hear, march on to fight with us.
+
+GEORGE.
+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.
+
+RICHARD.
+The Queen is valued thirty thousand strong,
+And Somerset, with Oxford, fled to her.
+If she have time to breathe, be well assured
+Her faction will be full as strong as ours.
+
+KING EDWARD.
+We are advertised by our loving friends
+That they do hold their course toward Tewkesbury.
+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.
+
+[_Exeunt._]
+
+SCENE IV. Plains near Tewkesbury
+
+Flourish. March. Enter Queen Margaret, Prince Edward, Somerset, Oxford
+and Soldiers.
+
+QUEEN MARGARET.
+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 swallowed 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 much,
+Whiles in his moan the ship splits on the rock,
+Which industry and courage might have saved?
+Ah, what a shame, ah, what a fault were this!
+Say Warwick was our anchor; what of that?
+And Montague our topmast; what of him?
+Our slaughtered 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 allowed 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 wrack.
+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,
+If case some one of you would fly from us,
+That there’s no hoped-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 EDWARD.
+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 the like spirit to himself.
+If any such be here, as God forbid!
+Let him depart before we need his help.
+
+OXFORD.
+Women and children of so high a courage,
+And warriors faint! Why, ’twere perpetual shame.
+O, brave young Prince, thy famous grandfather
+Doth live again in thee. Long mayst thou live
+To bear his image and renew his glories!
+
+SOMERSET.
+And he that will not fight for such a hope,
+Go home to bed and, like the owl by day,
+If he arise, be mocked and wondered at.
+
+QUEEN MARGARET.
+Thanks, gentle Somerset. Sweet Oxford, thanks.
+
+PRINCE EDWARD.
+And take his thanks that yet hath nothing else.
+
+Enter a Messenger.
+
+MESSENGER.
+Prepare you, lords, for Edward is at hand
+Ready to fight; therefore be resolute.
+
+OXFORD.
+I thought no less. It is his policy
+To haste thus fast, to find us unprovided.
+
+SOMERSET.
+But he’s deceived; we are in readiness.
+
+QUEEN MARGARET.
+This cheers my heart, to see your forwardness.
+
+OXFORD.
+Here pitch our battle; hence we will not budge.
+
+Flourish and march. Enter King Edward, Richard, George and Soldiers.
+
+KING EDWARD.
+Brave followers, yonder stands the thorny wood
+Which by the heaven’s 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!
+
+QUEEN MARGARET.
+Lords, knights, and gentlemen, what I should say
+My tears gainsay; for every word I speak
+Ye see I drink the water of my eye.
+Therefore, no more but this: Henry, your sovereign,
+Is prisoner to the foe, his state usurped,
+His realm a slaughter-house, his subjects slain,
+His statutes cancelled, 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.
+
+[_Alarum, retreat, excursions. Exeunt both armies_]
+
+SCENE V. Another part of the Field
+
+Flourish. Enter King Edward, Richard, George and Soldiers; with Queen
+Margaret, Oxford and Somerset as prisoners.
+
+KING EDWARD.
+Now here a period of tumultuous broils.
+Away with Oxford to Hames Castle straight.
+For Somerset, off with his guilty head.
+Go, bear them hence; I will not hear them speak.
+
+OXFORD.
+For my part, I’ll not trouble thee with words.
+
+SOMERSET.
+Nor I, but stoop with patience to my fortune.
+
+[_Exeunt Oxford and Somerset, guarded._]
+
+QUEEN MARGARET.
+So part we sadly in this troublous world,
+To meet with joy in sweet Jerusalem.
+
+KING EDWARD.
+Is proclamation made that who finds Edward
+Shall have a high reward, and he his life?
+
+RICHARD.
+It is, and lo where youthful Edward comes.
+
+Enter soldiers with Prince Edward.
+
+KING EDWARD.
+Bring forth the gallant; let us hear him speak.
+What, can so young a man begin to prick?
+Edward, what satisfaction canst thou make
+For bearing arms, for stirring up my subjects,
+And all the trouble thou hast turned me to?
+
+PRINCE EDWARD.
+Speak like a subject, proud, ambitious York.
+Suppose that I am now my father’s mouth;
+Resign thy chair, and where I stand kneel thou,
+Whilst I propose the selfsame words to thee
+Which, traitor, thou wouldst have me answer to.
+
+QUEEN MARGARET.
+Ah, thy father had been so resolved!
+
+RICHARD.
+That you might still have worn the petticoat
+And ne’er have stol’n the breech from Lancaster.
+
+PRINCE EDWARD.
+Let Aesop fable in a winter’s night;
+His currish riddle sorts not with this place.
+
+RICHARD.
+By heaven, brat, I’ll plague you for that word.
+
+QUEEN MARGARET.
+Ay, thou wast born to be a plague to men.
+
+RICHARD.
+For God’s sake, take away this captive scold.
+
+PRINCE EDWARD.
+Nay, take away this scolding crookback rather.
+
+KING EDWARD.
+Peace, wilful boy, or I will charm your tongue.
+
+GEORGE.
+Untutored lad, thou art too malapert.
+
+PRINCE EDWARD.
+I know my duty; you are all undutiful.
+Lascivious Edward, and thou perjured 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.
+
+KING EDWARD.
+Take that, the likeness of this railer here.
+
+[_Stabs him._]
+
+RICHARD.
+Sprawl’st thou? Take that to end thy agony.
+
+[_Stabs him._]
+
+GEORGE.
+And there’s for twitting me with perjury.
+
+[_Stabs him._]
+
+QUEEN MARGARET.
+O, kill me too!
+
+RICHARD.
+Marry, and shall.
+
+[_Offers to kill her._]
+
+KING EDWARD.
+Hold, Richard, hold; for we have done too much.
+
+RICHARD.
+Why should she live to fill the world with words?
+
+KING EDWARD.
+What, doth she swoon? Use means for her recovery.
+
+RICHARD.
+Clarence, excuse me to the King my brother.
+I’ll hence to London on a serious matter.
+Ere ye come there, be sure to hear some news.
+
+GEORGE.
+What? What?
+
+RICHARD.
+The Tower, the Tower!
+
+[_Exit._]
+
+QUEEN MARGARET.
+O Ned, sweet Ned, speak to thy mother, boy.
+Canst thou not speak? O traitors, murderers!
+They that stabbed Caesar 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 cropped!
+You have no children, butchers; if you had,
+The thought of them would have stirred up remorse.
+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!
+
+KING EDWARD.
+Away with her; go bear her hence perforce.
+
+QUEEN MARGARET.
+Nay, never bear me hence, dispatch me here.
+Here sheathe thy sword; I’ll pardon thee my death.
+What, wilt thou not? Then, Clarence, do it thou.
+
+GEORGE.
+By heaven, I will not do thee so much ease.
+
+QUEEN MARGARET.
+Good Clarence, do; sweet Clarence, do thou do it.
+
+GEORGE.
+Didst thou not hear me swear I would not do it?
+
+QUEEN MARGARET.
+Ay, but thou usest to forswear thyself.
+’Twas sin before, but now ’tis charity.
+What, wilt thou not? Where is that devil’s butcher, Richard,
+Hard-favoured Richard? Richard, where art thou?
+Thou art not here. Murder is thy alms-deed;
+Petitioners for blood thou ne’er putt’st back.
+
+KING EDWARD.
+Away, I say! I charge ye, bear her hence.
+
+QUEEN MARGARET.
+So come to you and yours as to this prince!
+
+[_She is taken out._]
+
+KING EDWARD.
+Where’s Richard gone?
+
+GEORGE.
+To London all in post, and, as I guess,
+To make a bloody supper in the Tower.
+
+KING EDWARD.
+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.
+
+[_Exeunt._]
 
 SCENE VI. London. The Tower
 
-Enter KING HENRY and GLOUCESTER with the LIEUTENANT, on the walls
-
-  GLOUCESTER. Good day, my lord. What, at your book so hard?
-  KING HENRY. Ay, my good lord- my lord, I should say rather.
-    'Tis sin to flatter; 'good' was little better.
-    'Good Gloucester' and 'good devil' were alike,
-    And both preposterous; therefore, not 'good lord.'
-  GLOUCESTER. Sirrah, leave us to ourselves; we must confer.
-                                                 Exit LIEUTENANT
-  KING HENRY. So flies the reckless shepherd from the wolf;
-    So first the harmless sheep doth yield his fleece,
-    And next his throat unto the butcher's knife.
-    What scene of death hath Roscius now to act?
-  GLOUCESTER. Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind:
-    The thief doth fear each bush an officer.
-  KING HENRY. The bird that hath been limed in a bush
-    With trembling wings misdoubteth every bush;
-    And I, the hapless male to one sweet bird,
-    Have now the fatal object in my eye
-    Where my poor young was lim'd, was caught, and kill'd.
-  GLOUCESTER. Why, what a peevish fool was that of Crete
-    That taught his son the office of a fowl!
-    And yet, for all his wings, the fool was drown'd.
-  KING HENRY. I, Daedalus; my poor boy, Icarus;
-    Thy father, Minos, that denied our course;
-    The sun that sear'd the wings of my sweet boy,
-    Thy brother Edward; and thyself, the sea
-    Whose envious gulf did swallow up his life.
-    Ah, kill me with thy weapon, not with words!
-    My breast can better brook thy dagger's point
-    Than can my ears that tragic history.
-    But wherefore dost thou come? Is't for my life?
-  GLOUCESTER. Think'st thou I am an executioner?
-  KING HENRY. A persecutor I am sure thou art.
-    If murdering innocents be executing,
-    Why, then thou are an executioner.
-  GLOUCESTER. Thy son I kill'd for his presumption.
-  KING HENRY. Hadst thou been kill'd when first thou didst presume,
-    Thou hadst not liv'd to kill a son of mine.
-    And thus I prophesy, that many a thousand
-    Which now mistrust no parcel of my fear,
-    And many an old man's sigh, and many a widow's,
-    And many an orphan's water-standing eye-
-    Men for their sons, wives for their husbands,
-    Orphans for their parents' timeless death-
-    Shall rue the hour that ever thou wast born.
-    The owl shriek'd at thy birth- an evil sign;
-    The night-crow cried, aboding luckless time;
-    Dogs howl'd, and hideous tempest shook down trees;
-    The raven rook'd her on the chimney's top,
-    And chatt'ring pies in dismal discords sung;
-    Thy mother felt more than a mother's pain,
-    And yet brought forth less than a mother's hope,
-    To wit, an indigest deformed lump,
-    Not like the fruit of such a goodly tree.
-    Teeth hadst thou in thy head when thou wast born,
-    To signify thou cam'st to bite the world;
-    And if the rest be true which I have heard,
-    Thou cam'st-
-  GLOUCESTER. I'll hear no more. Die, prophet, in thy speech.
-                                                     [Stabs him]
-    For this, amongst the rest, was I ordain'd.
-  KING HENRY. Ay, and for much more slaughter after this.
-    O, God forgive my sins and pardon thee!               [Dies]
-  GLOUCESTER. What, will the aspiring blood of Lancaster
-    Sink in the ground? I thought it would have mounted.
-    See how my sword weeps for the poor King's death.
-    O, may such purple tears be always shed
-    From those that wish the downfall of our house!
-    If any spark of life be yet remaining,
-    Down, down to hell; and say I sent thee thither-
-                                               [Stabs him again]
-    I, that have neither pity, love, nor fear.
-    Indeed, 'tis true that Henry told me of;
-    For I have often heard my mother say
-    I came into the world with my legs forward.
-    Had I not reason, think ye, to make haste
-    And seek their ruin that usurp'd our right?
-    The midwife wonder'd; and the women cried
-    'O, Jesus bless us, he is born with teeth!'
-    And so I was, which plainly signified
-    That I should snarl, and bite, and play the dog.
-    Then, since the heavens have shap'd my body so,
-    Let hell make crook'd my mind to answer it.
-    I have no brother, I am like no brother;
-    And this word 'love,' which greybeards call divine,
-    Be resident in men like one another,
-    And not in me! I am myself alone.
-    Clarence, beware; thou keep'st me from the light,
-    But I will sort a pitchy day for thee;
-    For I will buzz abroad such prophecies
-    That Edward shall be fearful of his life;
-    And then to purge his fear, I'll be thy death.
-    King Henry and the Prince his son are gone.
-    Clarence, thy turn is next, and then the rest;
-    Counting myself but bad till I be best.
-    I'll throw thy body in another room,
-    And triumph, Henry, in thy day of doom.
-                                              Exit with the body
+Enter King Henry and Richard, with the Lieutenant on the walls.
 
-SCENE VII. London. The palace
-
-Flourish. Enter KING EDWARD, QUEEN ELIZABETH, CLARENCE, GLOUCESTER,
-HASTINGS, NURSE, with the Young PRINCE, and attendants
-
-  KING EDWARD. Once more we sit in England's royal throne,
-    Repurchas'd with the blood of enemies.
-    What valiant foemen, like to autumn's corn,
-    Have we mow'd down in tops of all their pride!
-    Three Dukes of Somerset, threefold renown'd
-    For hardy and undoubted champions;
-    Two Cliffords, as the father and the son;
-    And two Northumberlands- two braver men
-    Ne'er spurr'd their coursers at the trumpet's sound;
-    With them the two brave bears, Warwick and Montague,
-    That in their chains fetter'd the kingly lion
-    And made the forest tremble when they roar'd.
-    Thus have we swept suspicion from our seat
-    And made our footstool of security.
-    Come hither, Bess, and let me kiss my boy.
-    Young Ned, for thee thine uncles and myself
-    Have in our armours watch'd the winter's night,
-    Went all afoot in summer's scalding heat,
-    That thou might'st repossess the crown in peace;
-    And of our labours thou shalt reap the gain.
-  GLOUCESTER. [Aside] I'll blast his harvest if your head were laid;
-    For yet I am not look'd on in the world.
-    This shoulder was ordain'd so thick to heave;
-    And heave it shall some weight or break my back.
-    Work thou the way- and that shall execute.
-  KING EDWARD. Clarence and Gloucester, love my lovely queen;
-    And kiss your princely nephew, brothers both.
-  CLARENCE. The duty that I owe unto your Majesty
-    I seal upon the lips of this sweet babe.
-  KING EDWARD. Thanks, noble Clarence; worthy brother, thanks.
-  GLOUCESTER. And that I love the tree from whence thou sprang'st,
-    Witness the loving kiss I give the fruit.
-    [Aside] To say the truth, so Judas kiss'd his master
-    And cried 'All hail!' when as he meant all harm.
-  KING EDWARD. Now am I seated as my soul delights,
-    Having my country's peace and brothers' loves.
-  CLARENCE. What will your Grace have done with Margaret?
-    Reignier, her father, to the King of France
-    Hath pawn'd the Sicils and Jerusalem,
-    And hither have they sent it for her ransom.
-  KING EDWARD. Away with her, and waft her hence to France.
-    And now what rests but that we spend the time
-    With stately triumphs, mirthful comic shows,
-    Such as befits the pleasure of the court?
-    Sound drums and trumpets. Farewell, sour annoy!
-    For here, I hope, begins our lasting joy.             Exeunt
+RICHARD.
+Good day, my lord. What, at your book so hard?
+
+KING HENRY.
+Ay, my good lord—my lord, I should say rather.
+’Tis sin to flatter; “good” was little better:
+“Good Gloucester” and “good devil” were alike,
+And both preposterous; therefore, not “good lord”.
+
+RICHARD.
+Sirrah, leave us to ourselves; we must confer.
+
+[_Exit Lieutenant._]
+
+KING HENRY.
+So flies the reckless shepherd from the wolf;
+So first the harmless sheep doth yield his fleece,
+And next his throat unto the butcher’s knife.
+What scene of death hath Roscius now to act?
+
+RICHARD.
+Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind;
+The thief doth fear each bush an officer.
+
+KING HENRY.
+The bird that hath been limed in a bush
+With trembling wings misdoubteth every bush;
+And I, the hapless male to one sweet bird,
+Have now the fatal object in my eye
+Where my poor young was limed, was caught, and killed.
+
+RICHARD.
+Why, what a peevish fool was that of Crete
+That taught his son the office of a fowl!
+And yet, for all his wings, the fool was drowned.
+
+KING HENRY.
+I, Daedalus; my poor boy, Icarus;
+Thy father, Minos, that denied our course;
+The sun that seared the wings of my sweet boy,
+Thy brother Edward; and thyself, the sea
+Whose envious gulf did swallow up his life.
+Ah, kill me with thy weapon, not with words!
+My breast can better brook thy dagger’s point
+Than can my ears that tragic history.
+But wherefore dost thou come? Is ’t for my life?
+
+RICHARD.
+Think’st thou I am an executioner?
+
+KING HENRY.
+A persecutor I am sure thou art.
+If murdering innocents be executing,
+Why, then thou art an executioner.
+
+RICHARD.
+Thy son I killed for his presumption.
+
+KING HENRY.
+Hadst thou been killed when first thou didst presume,
+Thou hadst not lived to kill a son of mine.
+And thus I prophesy: that many a thousand
+Which now mistrust no parcel of my fear,
+And many an old man’s sigh, and many a widow’s,
+And many an orphan’s water-standing eye,
+Men for their sons’, wives for their husbands’,
+Orphans for their parents’ timeless death,
+Shall rue the hour that ever thou wast born.
+The owl shrieked at thy birth, an evil sign;
+The night-crow cried, aboding luckless time;
+Dogs howled, and hideous tempest shook down trees;
+The raven rooked her on the chimney’s top,
+And chatt’ring pies in dismal discord sung;
+Thy mother felt more than a mother’s pain,
+And yet brought forth less than a mother’s hope,
+To wit, an indigested and deformed lump,
+Not like the fruit of such a goodly tree.
+Teeth hadst thou in thy head when thou wast born,
+To signify thou cam’st to bite the world;
+And, if the rest be true which I have heard,
+Thou cam’st—
+
+RICHARD.
+I’ll hear no more. Die, prophet, in thy speech.
+
+[_Stabs him._]
+
+For this, amongst the rest, was I ordained.
+
+KING HENRY.
+Ay, and for much more slaughter after this.
+O God, forgive my sins, and pardon thee!
+
+[_Dies._]
+
+RICHARD.
+What, will the aspiring blood of Lancaster
+Sink in the ground? I thought it would have mounted.
+See how my sword weeps for the poor King’s death.
+O, may such purple tears be always shed
+From those that wish the downfall of our house!
+If any spark of life be yet remaining,
+Down, down to hell; and say I sent thee thither—
+
+[_Stabs him again._]
+
+I that have neither pity, love, nor fear.
+Indeed, ’tis true that Henry told me of,
+For I have often heard my mother say
+I came into the world with my legs forward.
+Had I not reason, think ye, to make haste
+And seek their ruin that usurped our right?
+The midwife wondered, and the women cried
+“O, Jesus bless us, he is born with teeth!”
+And so I was, which plainly signified
+That I should snarl, and bite, and play the dog.
+Then, since the heavens have shaped my body so,
+Let hell make crooked my mind to answer it.
+I have no brother, I am like no brother;
+And this word “love,” which greybeards call divine,
+Be resident in men like one another,
+And not in me. I am myself alone.
+Clarence, beware; thou keep’st me from the light,
+But I will sort a pitchy day for thee;
+For I will buzz abroad such prophecies
+That Edward shall be fearful of his life;
+And then, to purge his fear, I’ll be thy death.
+King Henry and the Prince his son are gone;
+Clarence, thy turn is next, and then the rest,
+Counting myself but bad till I be best.
+I’ll throw thy body in another room,
+And triumph, Henry, in thy day of doom.
+
+[_Exit with the body._]
+
+SCENE VII. London. The Palace
+
+Flourish. Enter King Edward, Queen Elizabeth, George, Richard,
+Hastings, Nurse, carrying infant Prince Edward, and Attendants.
+
+KING EDWARD.
+Once more we sit in England’s royal throne,
+Repurchased with the blood of enemies.
+What valiant foemen, like to autumn’s corn,
+Have we mowed down in tops of all their pride!
+Three Dukes of Somerset, threefold renowned
+For hardy and undoubted champions;
+Two Cliffords, as the father and the son;
+And two Northumberlands; two braver men
+Ne’er spurred their coursers at the trumpet’s sound;
+With them the two brave bears, Warwick and Montague,
+That in their chains fettered the kingly lion
+And made the forest tremble when they roared.
+Thus have we swept suspicion from our seat
+And made our footstool of security.
+Come hither, Bess, and let me kiss my boy.
+Young Ned, for thee thine uncles and myself
+Have in our armours watched the winter’s night,
+Went all afoot in summer’s scalding heat,
+That thou mightst repossess the crown in peace;
+And of our labours thou shalt reap the gain.
+
+RICHARD.
+[_Aside_.] I’ll blast his harvest, if your head were laid;
+For yet I am not looked on in the world.
+This shoulder was ordained so thick to heave,
+And heave it shall some weight or break my back.
+Work thou the way, and that shall execute.
+
+KING EDWARD.
+Clarence and Gloucester, love my lovely Queen;
+And kiss your princely nephew, brothers both.
+
+GEORGE.
+The duty that I owe unto your Majesty
+I seal upon the lips of this sweet babe.
+
+QUEEN ELIZABETH.
+Thanks, noble Clarence; worthy brother, thanks.
+
+RICHARD.
+And, that I love the tree from whence thou sprang’st,
+Witness the loving kiss I give the fruit.
+[_Aside_.] To say the truth, so Judas kissed his master
+And cried “All hail!” when as he meant all harm.
+
+KING EDWARD.
+Now am I seated as my soul delights,
+Having my country’s peace and brothers’ loves.
+
+GEORGE.
+What will your Grace have done with Margaret?
+Reignier, her father, to the King of France
+Hath pawned the Sicils and Jerusalem,
+And hither have they sent it for her ransom.
+
+KING EDWARD.
+Away with her and waft her hence to France.
+And now what rests but that we spend the time
+With stately triumphs, mirthful comic shows,
+Such as befits the pleasure of the court?
+Sound drums and trumpets! Farewell, sour annoy!
+For here, I hope, begins our lasting joy.
+
+[_Exeunt._]
 
 
 
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 <div style='display:block; margin-top:1em; margin-bottom:1em; margin-left:2em; text-indent:-2em'>Title: The Complete Works of William Shakespeare</div>
 <div style='display:block; margin-top:1em; margin-bottom:1em; margin-left:2em; text-indent:-2em'>Author: William Shakespeare</div>
 <div style='display:block; margin:1em 0'>Release Date: January 1994 [eBook #100]<br />
-[Most recently updated: February 19, 2023]</div>
+[Most recently updated: March 2, 2023]</div>
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@@ -298,36 +298,36 @@ country where you are located before using this eBook.
 
 <p>                    <b>1</b><br/><br/>
 From fairest creatures we desire increase,<br/>
-That thereby beauty&rsquo;s rose might never die,<br/>
+That thereby beauty’s rose might never die,<br/>
 But as the riper should by time decease,<br/>
 His tender heir might bear his memory:<br/>
 But thou contracted to thine own bright eyes,<br/>
-Feed&rsquo;st thy light&rsquo;s flame with self-substantial fuel,<br/>
+Feed’st thy light’s flame with self-substantial fuel,<br/>
 Making a famine where abundance lies,<br/>
 Thyself thy foe, to thy sweet self too cruel:<br/>
-Thou that art now the world&rsquo;s fresh ornament,<br/>
+Thou that art now the world’s fresh ornament,<br/>
 And only herald to the gaudy spring,<br/>
 Within thine own bud buriest thy content,<br/>
-And, tender churl, mak&rsquo;st waste in niggarding:<br/>
-  Pity the world, or else this glutton be,<br/>
-  To eat the world&rsquo;s due, by the grave and thee.<br/><br/>
+And, tender churl, mak’st waste in niggarding:<br/>
+    Pity the world, or else this glutton be,<br/>
+    To eat the world’s due, by the grave and thee.<br/><br/>
 </p>
 
 <p>                    <b>2</b><br/><br/>
 When forty winters shall besiege thy brow,<br/>
-And dig deep trenches in thy beauty&rsquo;s field,<br/>
-Thy youth&rsquo;s proud livery so gazed on now,<br/>
+And dig deep trenches in thy beauty’s field,<br/>
+Thy youth’s proud livery so gazed on now,<br/>
 Will be a tattered weed of small worth held:<br/>
 Then being asked, where all thy beauty lies,<br/>
 Where all the treasure of thy lusty days;<br/>
 To say, within thine own deep sunken eyes,<br/>
 Were an all-eating shame, and thriftless praise.<br/>
-How much more praise deserv&rsquo;d thy beauty&rsquo;s use,<br/>
-If thou couldst answer &lsquo;This fair child of mine<br/>
-Shall sum my count, and make my old excuse,&rsquo;<br/>
+How much more praise deserv’d thy beauty’s use,<br/>
+If thou couldst answer ‘This fair child of mine<br/>
+Shall sum my count, and make my old excuse,’<br/>
 Proving his beauty by succession thine.<br/>
-  This were to be new made when thou art old,<br/>
-  And see thy blood warm when thou feel&rsquo;st it cold.<br/><br/>
+    This were to be new made when thou art old,<br/>
+    And see thy blood warm when thou feel’st it cold.<br/><br/>
 </p>
 
 <p>                    <b>3</b><br/><br/>
@@ -339,18 +339,18 @@ For where is she so fair whose uneared womb<br/>
 Disdains the tillage of thy husbandry?<br/>
 Or who is he so fond will be the tomb<br/>
 Of his self-love to stop posterity?<br/>
-Thou art thy mother&rsquo;s glass and she in thee<br/>
+Thou art thy mother’s glass and she in thee<br/>
 Calls back the lovely April of her prime,<br/>
 So thou through windows of thine age shalt see,<br/>
 Despite of wrinkles this thy golden time.<br/>
-  But if thou live remembered not to be,<br/>
-  Die single and thine image dies with thee.<br/><br/>
+    But if thou live remembered not to be,<br/>
+    Die single and thine image dies with thee.<br/><br/>
 </p>
 
 <p>                    <b>4</b><br/><br/>
 Unthrifty loveliness why dost thou spend,<br/>
-Upon thyself thy beauty&rsquo;s legacy?<br/>
-Nature&rsquo;s bequest gives nothing but doth lend,<br/>
+Upon thyself thy beauty’s legacy?<br/>
+Nature’s bequest gives nothing but doth lend,<br/>
 And being frank she lends to those are free:<br/>
 Then beauteous niggard why dost thou abuse,<br/>
 The bounteous largess given thee to give?<br/>
@@ -360,8 +360,8 @@ For having traffic with thyself alone,<br/>
 Thou of thyself thy sweet self dost deceive,<br/>
 Then how when nature calls thee to be gone,<br/>
 What acceptable audit canst thou leave?<br/>
-  Thy unused beauty must be tombed with thee,<br/>
-  Which used lives th&rsquo; executor to be.<br/><br/>
+    Thy unused beauty must be tombed with thee,<br/>
+    Which used lives th’ executor to be.<br/><br/>
 </p>
 
 <p>                    <b>5</b><br/><br/>
@@ -372,30 +372,30 @@ And that unfair which fairly doth excel:<br/>
 For never-resting time leads summer on<br/>
 To hideous winter and confounds him there,<br/>
 Sap checked with frost and lusty leaves quite gone,<br/>
-Beauty o&rsquo;er-snowed and bareness every where:<br/>
-Then were not summer&rsquo;s distillation left<br/>
+Beauty o’er-snowed and bareness every where:<br/>
+Then were not summer’s distillation left<br/>
 A liquid prisoner pent in walls of glass,<br/>
-Beauty&rsquo;s effect with beauty were bereft,<br/>
+Beauty’s effect with beauty were bereft,<br/>
 Nor it nor no remembrance what it was.<br/>
-  But flowers distilled though they with winter meet,<br/>
-  Leese but their show, their substance still lives sweet.<br/><br/>
+    But flowers distilled though they with winter meet,<br/>
+    Leese but their show, their substance still lives sweet.<br/><br/>
 </p>
 
 <p>                    <b>6</b><br/><br/>
-Then let not winter&rsquo;s ragged hand deface,<br/>
+Then let not winter’s ragged hand deface,<br/>
 In thee thy summer ere thou be distilled:<br/>
 Make sweet some vial; treasure thou some place,<br/>
-With beauty&rsquo;s treasure ere it be self-killed:<br/>
+With beauty’s treasure ere it be self-killed:<br/>
 That use is not forbidden usury,<br/>
 Which happies those that pay the willing loan;<br/>
-That&rsquo;s for thyself to breed another thee,<br/>
+That’s for thyself to breed another thee,<br/>
 Or ten times happier be it ten for one,<br/>
 Ten times thyself were happier than thou art,<br/>
 If ten of thine ten times refigured thee:<br/>
 Then what could death do if thou shouldst depart,<br/>
 Leaving thee living in posterity?<br/>
-  Be not self-willed for thou art much too fair,<br/>
-  To be death&rsquo;s conquest and make worms thine heir.<br/><br/>
+    Be not self-willed for thou art much too fair,<br/>
+    To be death’s conquest and make worms thine heir.<br/><br/>
 </p>
 
 <p>                    <b>7</b><br/><br/>
@@ -411,15 +411,15 @@ But when from highmost pitch with weary car,<br/>
 Like feeble age he reeleth from the day,<br/>
 The eyes (fore duteous) now converted are<br/>
 From his low tract and look another way:<br/>
-  So thou, thyself out-going in thy noon:<br/>
-  Unlooked on diest unless thou get a son.<br/><br/>
+    So thou, thyself out-going in thy noon:<br/>
+    Unlooked on diest unless thou get a son.<br/><br/>
 </p>
 
 <p>                    <b>8</b><br/><br/>
-Music to hear, why hear&rsquo;st thou music sadly?<br/>
+Music to hear, why hear’st thou music sadly?<br/>
 Sweets with sweets war not, joy delights in joy:<br/>
-Why lov&rsquo;st thou that which thou receiv&rsquo;st not gladly,<br/>
-Or else receiv&rsquo;st with pleasure thine annoy?<br/>
+Why lov’st thou that which thou receiv’st not gladly,<br/>
+Or else receiv’st with pleasure thine annoy?<br/>
 If the true concord of well-tuned sounds,<br/>
 By unions married do offend thine ear,<br/>
 They do but sweetly chide thee, who confounds<br/>
@@ -428,48 +428,48 @@ Mark how one string sweet husband to another,<br/>
 Strikes each in each by mutual ordering;<br/>
 Resembling sire, and child, and happy mother,<br/>
 Who all in one, one pleasing note do sing:<br/>
-  Whose speechless song being many, seeming one,<br/>
-  Sings this to thee, &lsquo;Thou single wilt prove none&rsquo;.<br/><br/>
+    Whose speechless song being many, seeming one,<br/>
+    Sings this to thee, ‘Thou single wilt prove none’.<br/><br/>
 </p>
 
 <p>                    <b>9</b><br/><br/>
-Is it for fear to wet a widow&rsquo;s eye,<br/>
-That thou consum&rsquo;st thyself in single life?<br/>
+Is it for fear to wet a widow’s eye,<br/>
+That thou consum’st thyself in single life?<br/>
 Ah, if thou issueless shalt hap to die,<br/>
 The world will wail thee like a makeless wife,<br/>
 The world will be thy widow and still weep,<br/>
 That thou no form of thee hast left behind,<br/>
 When every private widow well may keep,<br/>
-By children&rsquo;s eyes, her husband&rsquo;s shape in mind:<br/>
+By children’s eyes, her husband’s shape in mind:<br/>
 Look what an unthrift in the world doth spend<br/>
 Shifts but his place, for still the world enjoys it;<br/>
-But beauty&rsquo;s waste hath in the world an end,<br/>
+But beauty’s waste hath in the world an end,<br/>
 And kept unused the user so destroys it:<br/>
-  No love toward others in that bosom sits<br/>
-  That on himself such murd&rsquo;rous shame commits.<br/><br/>
+    No love toward others in that bosom sits<br/>
+    That on himself such murd’rous shame commits.<br/><br/>
 </p>
 
 <p>                    <b>10</b><br/><br/>
-For shame deny that thou bear&rsquo;st love to any<br/>
+For shame deny that thou bear’st love to any<br/>
 Who for thyself art so unprovident.<br/>
 Grant if thou wilt, thou art beloved of many,<br/>
-But that thou none lov&rsquo;st is most evident:<br/>
-For thou art so possessed with murd&rsquo;rous hate,<br/>
-That &rsquo;gainst thyself thou stick&rsquo;st not to conspire,<br/>
+But that thou none lov’st is most evident:<br/>
+For thou art so possessed with murd’rous hate,<br/>
+That ’gainst thyself thou stick’st not to conspire,<br/>
 Seeking that beauteous roof to ruinate<br/>
 Which to repair should be thy chief desire:<br/>
 O change thy thought, that I may change my mind,<br/>
 Shall hate be fairer lodged than gentle love?<br/>
 Be as thy presence is gracious and kind,<br/>
 Or to thyself at least kind-hearted prove,<br/>
-  Make thee another self for love of me,<br/>
-  That beauty still may live in thine or thee.<br/><br/>
+    Make thee another self for love of me,<br/>
+    That beauty still may live in thine or thee.<br/><br/>
 </p>
 
 <p>                    <b>11</b><br/><br/>
-As fast as thou shalt wane so fast thou grow&rsquo;st,<br/>
+As fast as thou shalt wane so fast thou grow’st,<br/>
 In one of thine, from that which thou departest,<br/>
-And that fresh blood which youngly thou bestow&rsquo;st,<br/>
+And that fresh blood which youngly thou bestow’st,<br/>
 Thou mayst call thine, when thou from youth convertest,<br/>
 Herein lives wisdom, beauty, and increase,<br/>
 Without this folly, age, and cold decay,<br/>
@@ -479,25 +479,25 @@ Let those whom nature hath not made for store,<br/>
 Harsh, featureless, and rude, barrenly perish:<br/>
 Look whom she best endowed, she gave thee more;<br/>
 Which bounteous gift thou shouldst in bounty cherish:<br/>
-  She carved thee for her seal, and meant thereby,<br/>
-  Thou shouldst print more, not let that copy die.<br/><br/>
+    She carved thee for her seal, and meant thereby,<br/>
+    Thou shouldst print more, not let that copy die.<br/><br/>
 </p>
 
 <p>                    <b>12</b><br/><br/>
 When I do count the clock that tells the time,<br/>
 And see the brave day sunk in hideous night,<br/>
 When I behold the violet past prime,<br/>
-And sable curls all silvered o&rsquo;er with white:<br/>
+And sable curls all silvered o’er with white:<br/>
 When lofty trees I see barren of leaves,<br/>
 Which erst from heat did canopy the herd<br/>
-And summer&rsquo;s green all girded up in sheaves<br/>
+And summer’s green all girded up in sheaves<br/>
 Borne on the bier with white and bristly beard:<br/>
 Then of thy beauty do I question make<br/>
 That thou among the wastes of time must go,<br/>
 Since sweets and beauties do themselves forsake,<br/>
 And die as fast as they see others grow,<br/>
-  And nothing &rsquo;gainst Time&rsquo;s scythe can make defence<br/>
-  Save breed to brave him, when he takes thee hence.<br/><br/>
+    And nothing ’gainst Time’s scythe can make defence<br/>
+    Save breed to brave him, when he takes thee hence.<br/><br/>
 </p>
 
 <p>                    <b>13</b><br/><br/>
@@ -507,21 +507,21 @@ Against this coming end you should prepare,<br/>
 And your sweet semblance to some other give.<br/>
 So should that beauty which you hold in lease<br/>
 Find no determination, then you were<br/>
-Yourself again after yourself&rsquo;s decease,<br/>
+Yourself again after yourself’s decease,<br/>
 When your sweet issue your sweet form should bear.<br/>
 Who lets so fair a house fall to decay,<br/>
 Which husbandry in honour might uphold,<br/>
-Against the stormy gusts of winter&rsquo;s day<br/>
-And barren rage of death&rsquo;s eternal cold?<br/>
-  O none but unthrifts, dear my love you know,<br/>
-  You had a father, let your son say so.<br/><br/>
+Against the stormy gusts of winter’s day<br/>
+And barren rage of death’s eternal cold?<br/>
+    O none but unthrifts, dear my love you know,<br/>
+    You had a father, let your son say so.<br/><br/>
 </p>
 
 <p>                    <b>14</b><br/><br/>
 Not from the stars do I my judgement pluck,<br/>
 And yet methinks I have astronomy,<br/>
 But not to tell of good, or evil luck,<br/>
-Of plagues, of dearths, or seasons&rsquo; quality,<br/>
+Of plagues, of dearths, or seasons’ quality,<br/>
 Nor can I fortune to brief minutes tell;<br/>
 Pointing to each his thunder, rain and wind,<br/>
 Or say with princes if it shall go well<br/>
@@ -530,8 +530,8 @@ But from thine eyes my knowledge I derive,<br/>
 And constant stars in them I read such art<br/>
 As truth and beauty shall together thrive<br/>
 If from thyself, to store thou wouldst convert:<br/>
-  Or else of thee this I prognosticate,<br/>
-  Thy end is truth&rsquo;s and beauty&rsquo;s doom and date.<br/><br/>
+    Or else of thee this I prognosticate,<br/>
+    Thy end is truth’s and beauty’s doom and date.<br/><br/>
 </p>
 
 <p>                    <b>15</b><br/><br/>
@@ -547,8 +547,8 @@ Then the conceit of this inconstant stay,<br/>
 Sets you most rich in youth before my sight,<br/>
 Where wasteful Time debateth with Decay<br/>
 To change your day of youth to sullied night,<br/>
-  And all in war with Time for love of you,<br/>
-  As he takes from you, I engraft you new.<br/><br/>
+    And all in war with Time for love of you,<br/>
+    As he takes from you, I engraft you new.<br/><br/>
 </p>
 
 <p>                    <b>16</b><br/><br/>
@@ -561,11 +561,11 @@ And many maiden gardens yet unset,<br/>
 With virtuous wish would bear you living flowers,<br/>
 Much liker than your painted counterfeit:<br/>
 So should the lines of life that life repair<br/>
-Which this (Time&rsquo;s pencil) or my pupil pen<br/>
+Which this (Time’s pencil) or my pupil pen<br/>
 Neither in inward worth nor outward fair<br/>
 Can make you live yourself in eyes of men.<br/>
-  To give away yourself, keeps yourself still,<br/>
-  And you must live drawn by your own sweet skill.<br/><br/>
+    To give away yourself, keeps yourself still,<br/>
+    And you must live drawn by your own sweet skill.<br/><br/>
 </p>
 
 <p>                    <b>17</b><br/><br/>
@@ -576,64 +576,64 @@ Which hides your life, and shows not half your parts:<br/>
 If I could write the beauty of your eyes,<br/>
 And in fresh numbers number all your graces,<br/>
 The age to come would say this poet lies,<br/>
-Such heavenly touches ne&rsquo;er touched earthly faces.<br/>
+Such heavenly touches ne’er touched earthly faces.<br/>
 So should my papers (yellowed with their age)<br/>
 Be scorned, like old men of less truth than tongue,<br/>
-And your true rights be termed a poet&rsquo;s rage,<br/>
+And your true rights be termed a poet’s rage,<br/>
 And stretched metre of an antique song.<br/>
-  But were some child of yours alive that time,<br/>
-  You should live twice&mdash;in it, and in my rhyme.<br/><br/>
+    But were some child of yours alive that time,<br/>
+    You should live twice&mdash;in it, and in my rhyme.<br/><br/>
 </p>
 
 <p>                    <b>18</b><br/><br/>
-Shall I compare thee to a summer&rsquo;s day?<br/>
+Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?<br/>
 Thou art more lovely and more temperate:<br/>
 Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,<br/>
-And summer&rsquo;s lease hath all too short a date:<br/>
+And summer’s lease hath all too short a date:<br/>
 Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,<br/>
 And often is his gold complexion dimmed,<br/>
 And every fair from fair sometime declines,<br/>
-By chance, or nature&rsquo;s changing course untrimmed:<br/>
+By chance, or nature’s changing course untrimmed:<br/>
 But thy eternal summer shall not fade,<br/>
-Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow&rsquo;st,<br/>
-Nor shall death brag thou wand&rsquo;rest in his shade,<br/>
-When in eternal lines to time thou grow&rsquo;st,<br/>
-  So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,<br/>
-  So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.<br/><br/>
+Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow’st,<br/>
+Nor shall death brag thou wand’rest in his shade,<br/>
+When in eternal lines to time thou grow’st,<br/>
+    So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,<br/>
+    So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.<br/><br/>
 </p>
 
 <p>                    <b>19</b><br/><br/>
-Devouring Time blunt thou the lion&rsquo;s paws,<br/>
+Devouring Time blunt thou the lion’s paws,<br/>
 And make the earth devour her own sweet brood,<br/>
-Pluck the keen teeth from the fierce tiger&rsquo;s jaws,<br/>
+Pluck the keen teeth from the fierce tiger’s jaws,<br/>
 And burn the long-lived phoenix, in her blood,<br/>
-Make glad and sorry seasons as thou fleet&rsquo;st,<br/>
-And do whate&rsquo;er thou wilt swift-footed Time<br/>
+Make glad and sorry seasons as thou fleet’st,<br/>
+And do whate’er thou wilt swift-footed Time<br/>
 To the wide world and all her fading sweets:<br/>
 But I forbid thee one most heinous crime,<br/>
-O carve not with thy hours my love&rsquo;s fair brow,<br/>
+O carve not with thy hours my love’s fair brow,<br/>
 Nor draw no lines there with thine antique pen,<br/>
 Him in thy course untainted do allow,<br/>
-For beauty&rsquo;s pattern to succeeding men.<br/>
-  Yet do thy worst, old Time; despite thy wrong,<br/>
-  My love shall in my verse ever live young.<br/><br/>
+For beauty’s pattern to succeeding men.<br/>
+    Yet do thy worst, old Time; despite thy wrong,<br/>
+    My love shall in my verse ever live young.<br/><br/>
 </p>
 
 <p>                    <b>20</b><br/><br/>
-A woman&rsquo;s face with nature&rsquo;s own hand painted,<br/>
+A woman’s face with nature’s own hand painted,<br/>
 Hast thou the master mistress of my passion,<br/>
-A woman&rsquo;s gentle heart but not acquainted<br/>
-With shifting change as is false women&rsquo;s fashion,<br/>
+A woman’s gentle heart but not acquainted<br/>
+With shifting change as is false women’s fashion,<br/>
 An eye more bright than theirs, less false in rolling:<br/>
 Gilding the object whereupon it gazeth,<br/>
 A man in hue all hues in his controlling,<br/>
-Which steals men&rsquo;s eyes and women&rsquo;s souls amazeth.<br/>
+Which steals men’s eyes and women’s souls amazeth.<br/>
 And for a woman wert thou first created,<br/>
 Till nature as she wrought thee fell a-doting,<br/>
 And by addition me of thee defeated,<br/>
 By adding one thing to my purpose nothing.<br/>
-  But since she pricked thee out for women&rsquo;s pleasure,<br/>
-  Mine be thy love and thy love&rsquo;s use their treasure.<br/><br/>
+    But since she pricked thee out for women’s pleasure,<br/>
+    Mine be thy love and thy love’s use their treasure.<br/><br/>
 </p>
 
 <p>                    <b>21</b><br/><br/>
@@ -642,21 +642,21 @@ Stirred by a painted beauty to his verse,<br/>
 Who heaven it self for ornament doth use,<br/>
 And every fair with his fair doth rehearse,<br/>
 Making a couplement of proud compare<br/>
-With sun and moon, with earth and sea&rsquo;s rich gems:<br/>
-With April&rsquo;s first-born flowers and all things rare,<br/>
-That heaven&rsquo;s air in this huge rondure hems.<br/>
+With sun and moon, with earth and sea’s rich gems:<br/>
+With April’s first-born flowers and all things rare,<br/>
+That heaven’s air in this huge rondure hems.<br/>
 O let me true in love but truly write,<br/>
 And then believe me, my love is as fair,<br/>
-As any mother&rsquo;s child, though not so bright<br/>
-As those gold candles fixed in heaven&rsquo;s air:<br/>
-  Let them say more that like of hearsay well,<br/>
-  I will not praise that purpose not to sell.<br/><br/>
+As any mother’s child, though not so bright<br/>
+As those gold candles fixed in heaven’s air:<br/>
+    Let them say more that like of hearsay well,<br/>
+    I will not praise that purpose not to sell.<br/><br/>
 </p>
 
 <p>                    <b>22</b><br/><br/>
 My glass shall not persuade me I am old,<br/>
 So long as youth and thou are of one date,<br/>
-But when in thee time&rsquo;s furrows I behold,<br/>
+But when in thee time’s furrows I behold,<br/>
 Then look I death my days should expiate.<br/>
 For all that beauty that doth cover thee,<br/>
 Is but the seemly raiment of my heart,<br/>
@@ -666,42 +666,42 @@ O therefore love be of thyself so wary,<br/>
 As I not for my self, but for thee will,<br/>
 Bearing thy heart which I will keep so chary<br/>
 As tender nurse her babe from faring ill.<br/>
-  Presume not on thy heart when mine is slain,<br/>
-  Thou gav&rsquo;st me thine not to give back again.<br/><br/>
+    Presume not on thy heart when mine is slain,<br/>
+    Thou gav’st me thine not to give back again.<br/><br/>
 </p>
 
 <p>                    <b>23</b><br/><br/>
 As an unperfect actor on the stage,<br/>
 Who with his fear is put beside his part,<br/>
 Or some fierce thing replete with too much rage,<br/>
-Whose strength&rsquo;s abundance weakens his own heart;<br/>
+Whose strength’s abundance weakens his own heart;<br/>
 So I for fear of trust, forget to say,<br/>
-The perfect ceremony of love&rsquo;s rite,<br/>
-And in mine own love&rsquo;s strength seem to decay,<br/>
-O&rsquo;ercharged with burthen of mine own love&rsquo;s might:<br/>
+The perfect ceremony of love’s rite,<br/>
+And in mine own love’s strength seem to decay,<br/>
+O’ercharged with burthen of mine own love’s might:<br/>
 O let my looks be then the eloquence,<br/>
 And dumb presagers of my speaking breast,<br/>
 Who plead for love, and look for recompense,<br/>
 More than that tongue that more hath more expressed.<br/>
-  O learn to read what silent love hath writ,<br/>
-  To hear with eyes belongs to love&rsquo;s fine wit.<br/><br/>
+    O learn to read what silent love hath writ,<br/>
+    To hear with eyes belongs to love’s fine wit.<br/><br/>
 </p>
 
 <p>                    <b>24</b><br/><br/>
 Mine eye hath played the painter and hath stelled,<br/>
-Thy beauty&rsquo;s form in table of my heart,<br/>
-My body is the frame wherein &rsquo;tis held,<br/>
-And perspective it is best painter&rsquo;s art.<br/>
+Thy beauty’s form in table of my heart,<br/>
+My body is the frame wherein ’tis held,<br/>
+And perspective it is best painter’s art.<br/>
 For through the painter must you see his skill,<br/>
 To find where your true image pictured lies,<br/>
-Which in my bosom&rsquo;s shop is hanging still,<br/>
+Which in my bosom’s shop is hanging still,<br/>
 That hath his windows glazed with thine eyes:<br/>
 Now see what good turns eyes for eyes have done,<br/>
 Mine eyes have drawn thy shape, and thine for me<br/>
 Are windows to my breast, where-through the sun<br/>
 Delights to peep, to gaze therein on thee;<br/>
-  Yet eyes this cunning want to grace their art,<br/>
-  They draw but what they see, know not the heart.<br/><br/>
+    Yet eyes this cunning want to grace their art,<br/>
+    They draw but what they see, know not the heart.<br/><br/>
 </p>
 
 <p>                    <b>25</b><br/><br/>
@@ -709,16 +709,16 @@ Let those who are in favour with their stars,<br/>
 Of public honour and proud titles boast,<br/>
 Whilst I whom fortune of such triumph bars<br/>
 Unlooked for joy in that I honour most;<br/>
-Great princes&rsquo; favourites their fair leaves spread,<br/>
-But as the marigold at the sun&rsquo;s eye,<br/>
+Great princes’ favourites their fair leaves spread,<br/>
+But as the marigold at the sun’s eye,<br/>
 And in themselves their pride lies buried,<br/>
 For at a frown they in their glory die.<br/>
 The painful warrior famoused for fight,<br/>
 After a thousand victories once foiled,<br/>
 Is from the book of honour razed quite,<br/>
 And all the rest forgot for which he toiled:<br/>
-  Then happy I that love and am beloved<br/>
-  Where I may not remove nor be removed.<br/><br/>
+    Then happy I that love and am beloved<br/>
+    Where I may not remove nor be removed.<br/><br/>
 </p>
 
 <p>                    <b>26</b><br/><br/>
@@ -729,98 +729,98 @@ To witness duty, not to show my wit.<br/>
 Duty so great, which wit so poor as mine<br/>
 May make seem bare, in wanting words to show it;<br/>
 But that I hope some good conceit of thine<br/>
-In thy soul&rsquo;s thought (all naked) will bestow it:<br/>
+In thy soul’s thought (all naked) will bestow it:<br/>
 Till whatsoever star that guides my moving,<br/>
 Points on me graciously with fair aspect,<br/>
 And puts apparel on my tattered loving,<br/>
 To show me worthy of thy sweet respect,<br/>
-  Then may I dare to boast how I do love thee,<br/>
-  Till then, not show my head where thou mayst prove me.<br/><br/>
+    Then may I dare to boast how I do love thee,<br/>
+    Till then, not show my head where thou mayst prove me.<br/><br/>
 </p>
 
 <p>                    <b>27</b><br/><br/>
 Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed,<br/>
 The dear respose for limbs with travel tired,<br/>
 But then begins a journey in my head<br/>
-To work my mind, when body&rsquo;s work&rsquo;s expired.<br/>
+To work my mind, when body’s work’s expired.<br/>
 For then my thoughts, from far where I abide,<br/>
 Intend a zealous pilgrimage to thee,<br/>
 And keep my drooping eyelids open wide,<br/>
 Looking on darkness which the blind do see.<br/>
-Save that my soul&rsquo;s imaginary sight<br/>
+Save that my soul’s imaginary sight<br/>
 Presents thy shadow to my sightless view,<br/>
 Which like a jewel (hung in ghastly night)<br/>
 Makes black night beauteous, and her old face new.<br/>
-  Lo thus by day my limbs, by night my mind,<br/>
-  For thee, and for my self, no quiet find.<br/><br/>
+    Lo thus by day my limbs, by night my mind,<br/>
+    For thee, and for my self, no quiet find.<br/><br/>
 </p>
 
 <p>                    <b>28</b><br/><br/>
 How can I then return in happy plight<br/>
 That am debarred the benefit of rest?<br/>
-When day&rsquo;s oppression is not eased by night,<br/>
+When day’s oppression is not eased by night,<br/>
 But day by night and night by day oppressed.<br/>
-And each (though enemies to either&rsquo;s reign)<br/>
+And each (though enemies to either’s reign)<br/>
 Do in consent shake hands to torture me,<br/>
 The one by toil, the other to complain<br/>
 How far I toil, still farther off from thee.<br/>
 I tell the day to please him thou art bright,<br/>
 And dost him grace when clouds do blot the heaven:<br/>
 So flatter I the swart-complexioned night,<br/>
-When sparkling stars twire not thou gild&rsquo;st the even.<br/>
-  But day doth daily draw my sorrows longer,<br/>
-  And night doth nightly make grief&rsquo;s length seem stronger<br/><br/>
+When sparkling stars twire not thou gild’st the even.<br/>
+    But day doth daily draw my sorrows longer,<br/>
+    And night doth nightly make grief’s length seem stronger<br/><br/>
 </p>
 
 <p>                    <b>29</b><br/><br/>
-When in disgrace with fortune and men&rsquo;s eyes,<br/>
+When in disgrace with fortune and men’s eyes,<br/>
 I all alone beweep my outcast state,<br/>
 And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries,<br/>
 And look upon my self and curse my fate,<br/>
 Wishing me like to one more rich in hope,<br/>
 Featured like him, like him with friends possessed,<br/>
-Desiring this man&rsquo;s art, and that man&rsquo;s scope,<br/>
+Desiring this man’s art, and that man’s scope,<br/>
 With what I most enjoy contented least,<br/>
 Yet in these thoughts my self almost despising,<br/>
 Haply I think on thee, and then my state,<br/>
 (Like to the lark at break of day arising<br/>
-From sullen earth) sings hymns at heaven&rsquo;s gate,<br/>
-  For thy sweet love remembered such wealth brings,<br/>
-  That then I scorn to change my state with kings.<br/><br/>
+From sullen earth) sings hymns at heaven’s gate,<br/>
+    For thy sweet love remembered such wealth brings,<br/>
+    That then I scorn to change my state with kings.<br/><br/>
 </p>
 
 <p>                    <b>30</b><br/><br/>
 When to the sessions of sweet silent thought,<br/>
 I summon up remembrance of things past,<br/>
 I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought,<br/>
-And with old woes new wail my dear time&rsquo;s waste:<br/>
+And with old woes new wail my dear time’s waste:<br/>
 Then can I drown an eye (unused to flow)<br/>
-For precious friends hid in death&rsquo;s dateless night,<br/>
-And weep afresh love&rsquo;s long since cancelled woe,<br/>
-And moan th&rsquo; expense of many a vanished sight.<br/>
+For precious friends hid in death’s dateless night,<br/>
+And weep afresh love’s long since cancelled woe,<br/>
+And moan th’ expense of many a vanished sight.<br/>
 Then can I grieve at grievances foregone,<br/>
-And heavily from woe to woe tell o&rsquo;er<br/>
+And heavily from woe to woe tell o’er<br/>
 The sad account of fore-bemoaned moan,<br/>
 Which I new pay as if not paid before.<br/>
-  But if the while I think on thee (dear friend)<br/>
-  All losses are restored, and sorrows end.<br/><br/>
+    But if the while I think on thee (dear friend)<br/>
+    All losses are restored, and sorrows end.<br/><br/>
 </p>
 
 <p>                    <b>31</b><br/><br/>
 Thy bosom is endeared with all hearts,<br/>
 Which I by lacking have supposed dead,<br/>
-And there reigns love and all love&rsquo;s loving parts,<br/>
+And there reigns love and all love’s loving parts,<br/>
 And all those friends which I thought buried.<br/>
 How many a holy and obsequious tear<br/>
-Hath dear religious love stol&rsquo;n from mine eye,<br/>
+Hath dear religious love stol’n from mine eye,<br/>
 As interest of the dead, which now appear,<br/>
 But things removed that hidden in thee lie.<br/>
 Thou art the grave where buried love doth live,<br/>
 Hung with the trophies of my lovers gone,<br/>
 Who all their parts of me to thee did give,<br/>
 That due of many, now is thine alone.<br/>
-  Their images I loved, I view in thee,<br/>
-  And thou, all they, hast all the all of me.<br/><br/>
+    Their images I loved, I view in thee,<br/>
+    And thou, all they, hast all the all of me.<br/><br/>
 </p>
 
 <p>                    <b>32</b><br/><br/>
@@ -828,16 +828,16 @@ If thou survive my well-contented day,<br/>
 When that churl death my bones with dust shall cover<br/>
 And shalt by fortune once more re-survey<br/>
 These poor rude lines of thy deceased lover:<br/>
-Compare them with the bett&rsquo;ring of the time,<br/>
+Compare them with the bett’ring of the time,<br/>
 And though they be outstripped by every pen,<br/>
 Reserve them for my love, not for their rhyme,<br/>
 Exceeded by the height of happier men.<br/>
 O then vouchsafe me but this loving thought,<br/>
-&rsquo;Had my friend&rsquo;s Muse grown with this growing age,<br/>
+’Had my friend’s Muse grown with this growing age,<br/>
 A dearer birth than this his love had brought<br/>
 To march in ranks of better equipage:<br/>
-  But since he died and poets better prove,<br/>
-  Theirs for their style I&rsquo;ll read, his for his love&rsquo;.<br/><br/>
+    But since he died and poets better prove,<br/>
+    Theirs for their style I’ll read, his for his love’.<br/><br/>
 </p>
 
 <p>                    <b>33</b><br/><br/>
@@ -853,25 +853,25 @@ Even so my sun one early morn did shine,<br/>
 With all triumphant splendour on my brow,<br/>
 But out alack, he was but one hour mine,<br/>
 The region cloud hath masked him from me now.<br/>
-  Yet him for this, my love no whit disdaineth,<br/>
-  Suns of the world may stain, when heaven&rsquo;s sun staineth.<br/><br/>
+    Yet him for this, my love no whit disdaineth,<br/>
+    Suns of the world may stain, when heaven’s sun staineth.<br/><br/>
 </p>
 
 <p>                    <b>34</b><br/><br/>
 Why didst thou promise such a beauteous day,<br/>
 And make me travel forth without my cloak,<br/>
-To let base clouds o&rsquo;ertake me in my way,<br/>
-Hiding thy brav&rsquo;ry in their rotten smoke?<br/>
-&rsquo;Tis not enough that through the cloud thou break,<br/>
+To let base clouds o’ertake me in my way,<br/>
+Hiding thy brav’ry in their rotten smoke?<br/>
+’Tis not enough that through the cloud thou break,<br/>
 To dry the rain on my storm-beaten face,<br/>
 For no man well of such a salve can speak,<br/>
 That heals the wound, and cures not the disgrace:<br/>
 Nor can thy shame give physic to my grief,<br/>
 Though thou repent, yet I have still the loss,<br/>
-Th&rsquo; offender&rsquo;s sorrow lends but weak relief<br/>
-To him that bears the strong offence&rsquo;s cross.<br/>
-  Ah but those tears are pearl which thy love sheds,<br/>
-  And they are rich, and ransom all ill deeds.<br/><br/>
+Th’ offender’s sorrow lends but weak relief<br/>
+To him that bears the strong offence’s cross.<br/>
+    Ah but those tears are pearl which thy love sheds,<br/>
+    And they are rich, and ransom all ill deeds.<br/><br/>
 </p>
 
 <p>                    <b>35</b><br/><br/>
@@ -885,10 +885,10 @@ My self corrupting salving thy amiss,<br/>
 Excusing thy sins more than thy sins are:<br/>
 For to thy sensual fault I bring in sense;<br/>
 Thy adverse party is thy advocate,<br/>
-And &rsquo;gainst my self a lawful plea commence:<br/>
+And ’gainst my self a lawful plea commence:<br/>
 Such civil war is in my love and hate,<br/>
-  That I an accessary needs must be,<br/>
-  To that sweet thief which sourly robs from me.<br/><br/>
+    That I an accessary needs must be,<br/>
+    To that sweet thief which sourly robs from me.<br/><br/>
 </p>
 
 <p>                    <b>36</b><br/><br/>
@@ -898,20 +898,20 @@ So shall those blots that do with me remain,<br/>
 Without thy help, by me be borne alone.<br/>
 In our two loves there is but one respect,<br/>
 Though in our lives a separable spite,<br/>
-Which though it alter not love&rsquo;s sole effect,<br/>
-Yet doth it steal sweet hours from love&rsquo;s delight.<br/>
+Which though it alter not love’s sole effect,<br/>
+Yet doth it steal sweet hours from love’s delight.<br/>
 I may not evermore acknowledge thee,<br/>
 Lest my bewailed guilt should do thee shame,<br/>
 Nor thou with public kindness honour me,<br/>
 Unless thou take that honour from thy name:<br/>
-  But do not so, I love thee in such sort,<br/>
-  As thou being mine, mine is thy good report.<br/><br/>
+    But do not so, I love thee in such sort,<br/>
+    As thou being mine, mine is thy good report.<br/><br/>
 </p>
 
 <p>                    <b>37</b><br/><br/>
 As a decrepit father takes delight,<br/>
 To see his active child do deeds of youth,<br/>
-So I, made lame by Fortune&rsquo;s dearest spite<br/>
+So I, made lame by Fortune’s dearest spite<br/>
 Take all my comfort of thy worth and truth.<br/>
 For whether beauty, birth, or wealth, or wit,<br/>
 Or any of these all, or all, or more<br/>
@@ -921,42 +921,42 @@ So then I am not lame, poor, nor despised,<br/>
 Whilst that this shadow doth such substance give,<br/>
 That I in thy abundance am sufficed,<br/>
 And by a part of all thy glory live:<br/>
-  Look what is best, that best I wish in thee,<br/>
-  This wish I have, then ten times happy me.<br/><br/>
+    Look what is best, that best I wish in thee,<br/>
+    This wish I have, then ten times happy me.<br/><br/>
 </p>
 
 <p>                    <b>38</b><br/><br/>
 How can my muse want subject to invent<br/>
-While thou dost breathe that pour&rsquo;st into my verse,<br/>
+While thou dost breathe that pour’st into my verse,<br/>
 Thine own sweet argument, too excellent,<br/>
 For every vulgar paper to rehearse?<br/>
 O give thyself the thanks if aught in me,<br/>
 Worthy perusal stand against thy sight,<br/>
-For who&rsquo;s so dumb that cannot write to thee,<br/>
+For who’s so dumb that cannot write to thee,<br/>
 When thou thyself dost give invention light?<br/>
 Be thou the tenth Muse, ten times more in worth<br/>
 Than those old nine which rhymers invocate,<br/>
 And he that calls on thee, let him bring forth<br/>
 Eternal numbers to outlive long date.<br/>
-  If my slight muse do please these curious days,<br/>
-  The pain be mine, but thine shall be the praise.<br/><br/>
+    If my slight muse do please these curious days,<br/>
+    The pain be mine, but thine shall be the praise.<br/><br/>
 </p>
 
 <p>                    <b>39</b><br/><br/>
 O how thy worth with manners may I sing,<br/>
 When thou art all the better part of me?<br/>
 What can mine own praise to mine own self bring:<br/>
-And what is&rsquo;t but mine own when I praise thee?<br/>
+And what is’t but mine own when I praise thee?<br/>
 Even for this, let us divided live,<br/>
 And our dear love lose name of single one,<br/>
 That by this separation I may give:<br/>
-That due to thee which thou deserv&rsquo;st alone:<br/>
+That due to thee which thou deserv’st alone:<br/>
 O absence what a torment wouldst thou prove,<br/>
 Were it not thy sour leisure gave sweet leave,<br/>
 To entertain the time with thoughts of love,<br/>
 Which time and thoughts so sweetly doth deceive.<br/>
-  And that thou teachest how to make one twain,<br/>
-  By praising him here who doth hence remain.<br/><br/>
+    And that thou teachest how to make one twain,<br/>
+    By praising him here who doth hence remain.<br/><br/>
 </p>
 
 <p>                    <b>40</b><br/><br/>
@@ -971,9 +971,9 @@ By wilful taste of what thyself refusest.<br/>
 I do forgive thy robbery gentle thief<br/>
 Although thou steal thee all my poverty:<br/>
 And yet love knows it is a greater grief<br/>
-To bear greater wrong, than hate&rsquo;s known injury.<br/>
-  Lascivious grace, in whom all ill well shows,<br/>
-  Kill me with spites yet we must not be foes.<br/><br/>
+To bear greater wrong, than hate’s known injury.<br/>
+    Lascivious grace, in whom all ill well shows,<br/>
+    Kill me with spites yet we must not be foes.<br/><br/>
 </p>
 
 <p>                    <b>41</b><br/><br/>
@@ -983,14 +983,14 @@ Thy beauty, and thy years full well befits,<br/>
 For still temptation follows where thou art.<br/>
 Gentle thou art, and therefore to be won,<br/>
 Beauteous thou art, therefore to be assailed.<br/>
-And when a woman woos, what woman&rsquo;s son,<br/>
+And when a woman woos, what woman’s son,<br/>
 Will sourly leave her till he have prevailed?<br/>
 Ay me, but yet thou mightst my seat forbear,<br/>
 And chide thy beauty, and thy straying youth,<br/>
 Who lead thee in their riot even there<br/>
 Where thou art forced to break a twofold truth:<br/>
-  Hers by thy beauty tempting her to thee,<br/>
-  Thine by thy beauty being false to me.<br/><br/>
+    Hers by thy beauty tempting her to thee,<br/>
+    Thine by thy beauty being false to me.<br/><br/>
 </p>
 
 <p>                    <b>42</b><br/><br/>
@@ -999,15 +999,15 @@ And yet it may be said I loved her dearly,<br/>
 That she hath thee is of my wailing chief,<br/>
 A loss in love that touches me more nearly.<br/>
 Loving offenders thus I will excuse ye,<br/>
-Thou dost love her, because thou know&rsquo;st I love her,<br/>
+Thou dost love her, because thou know’st I love her,<br/>
 And for my sake even so doth she abuse me,<br/>
-Suff&rsquo;ring my friend for my sake to approve her.<br/>
-If I lose thee, my loss is my love&rsquo;s gain,<br/>
+Suff’ring my friend for my sake to approve her.<br/>
+If I lose thee, my loss is my love’s gain,<br/>
 And losing her, my friend hath found that loss,<br/>
 Both find each other, and I lose both twain,<br/>
 And both for my sake lay on me this cross,<br/>
-  But here&rsquo;s the joy, my friend and I are one,<br/>
-  Sweet flattery, then she loves but me alone.<br/><br/>
+    But here’s the joy, my friend and I are one,<br/>
+    Sweet flattery, then she loves but me alone.<br/><br/>
 </p>
 
 <p>                    <b>43</b><br/><br/>
@@ -1016,15 +1016,15 @@ For all the day they view things unrespected,<br/>
 But when I sleep, in dreams they look on thee,<br/>
 And darkly bright, are bright in dark directed.<br/>
 Then thou whose shadow shadows doth make bright<br/>
-How would thy shadow&rsquo;s form, form happy show,<br/>
+How would thy shadow’s form, form happy show,<br/>
 To the clear day with thy much clearer light,<br/>
 When to unseeing eyes thy shade shines so!<br/>
 How would (I say) mine eyes be blessed made,<br/>
 By looking on thee in the living day,<br/>
 When in dead night thy fair imperfect shade,<br/>
 Through heavy sleep on sightless eyes doth stay!<br/>
-  All days are nights to see till I see thee,<br/>
-  And nights bright days when dreams do show thee me.<br/><br/>
+    All days are nights to see till I see thee,<br/>
+    And nights bright days when dreams do show thee me.<br/><br/>
 </p>
 
 <p>                    <b>44</b><br/><br/>
@@ -1039,9 +1039,9 @@ As soon as think the place where he would be.<br/>
 But ah, thought kills me that I am not thought<br/>
 To leap large lengths of miles when thou art gone,<br/>
 But that so much of earth and water wrought,<br/>
-I must attend, time&rsquo;s leisure with my moan.<br/>
-  Receiving nought by elements so slow,<br/>
-  But heavy tears, badges of either&rsquo;s woe.<br/><br/>
+I must attend, time’s leisure with my moan.<br/>
+    Receiving nought by elements so slow,<br/>
+    But heavy tears, badges of either’s woe.<br/><br/>
 </p>
 
 <p>                    <b>45</b><br/><br/>
@@ -1053,18 +1053,18 @@ For when these quicker elements are gone<br/>
 In tender embassy of love to thee,<br/>
 My life being made of four, with two alone,<br/>
 Sinks down to death, oppressed with melancholy.<br/>
-Until life&rsquo;s composition be recured,<br/>
+Until life’s composition be recured,<br/>
 By those swift messengers returned from thee,<br/>
 Who even but now come back again assured,<br/>
 Of thy fair health, recounting it to me.<br/>
-  This told, I joy, but then no longer glad,<br/>
-  I send them back again and straight grow sad.<br/><br/>
+    This told, I joy, but then no longer glad,<br/>
+    I send them back again and straight grow sad.<br/><br/>
 </p>
 
 <p>                    <b>46</b><br/><br/>
 Mine eye and heart are at a mortal war,<br/>
 How to divide the conquest of thy sight,<br/>
-Mine eye, my heart thy picture&rsquo;s sight would bar,<br/>
+Mine eye, my heart thy picture’s sight would bar,<br/>
 My heart, mine eye the freedom of that right,<br/>
 My heart doth plead that thou in him dost lie,<br/>
 A closet never pierced with crystal eyes;<br/>
@@ -1073,9 +1073,9 @@ And says in him thy fair appearance lies.<br/>
 To side this title is impanelled<br/>
 A quest of thoughts, all tenants to the heart,<br/>
 And by their verdict is determined<br/>
-The clear eye&rsquo;s moiety, and the dear heart&rsquo;s part.<br/>
-  As thus, mine eye&rsquo;s due is thy outward part,<br/>
-  And my heart&rsquo;s right, thy inward love of heart.<br/><br/>
+The clear eye’s moiety, and the dear heart’s part.<br/>
+    As thus, mine eye’s due is thy outward part,<br/>
+    And my heart’s right, thy inward love of heart.<br/><br/>
 </p>
 
 <p>                    <b>47</b><br/><br/>
@@ -1083,16 +1083,16 @@ Betwixt mine eye and heart a league is took,<br/>
 And each doth good turns now unto the other,<br/>
 When that mine eye is famished for a look,<br/>
 Or heart in love with sighs himself doth smother;<br/>
-With my love&rsquo;s picture then my eye doth feast,<br/>
+With my love’s picture then my eye doth feast,<br/>
 And to the painted banquet bids my heart:<br/>
-Another time mine eye is my heart&rsquo;s guest,<br/>
+Another time mine eye is my heart’s guest,<br/>
 And in his thoughts of love doth share a part.<br/>
 So either by thy picture or my love,<br/>
 Thyself away, art present still with me,<br/>
 For thou not farther than my thoughts canst move,<br/>
 And I am still with them, and they with thee.<br/>
-  Or if they sleep, thy picture in my sight<br/>
-  Awakes my heart, to heart&rsquo;s and eye&rsquo;s delight.<br/><br/>
+    Or if they sleep, thy picture in my sight<br/>
+    Awakes my heart, to heart’s and eye’s delight.<br/><br/>
 </p>
 
 <p>                    <b>48</b><br/><br/>
@@ -1108,8 +1108,8 @@ Thee have I not locked up in any chest,<br/>
 Save where thou art not, though I feel thou art,<br/>
 Within the gentle closure of my breast,<br/>
 From whence at pleasure thou mayst come and part,<br/>
-  And even thence thou wilt be stol&rsquo;n I fear,<br/>
-  For truth proves thievish for a prize so dear.<br/><br/>
+    And even thence thou wilt be stol’n I fear,<br/>
+    For truth proves thievish for a prize so dear.<br/><br/>
 </p>
 
 <p>                    <b>49</b><br/><br/>
@@ -1125,15 +1125,15 @@ Against that time do I ensconce me here<br/>
 Within the knowledge of mine own desert,<br/>
 And this my hand, against my self uprear,<br/>
 To guard the lawful reasons on thy part,<br/>
-  To leave poor me, thou hast the strength of laws,<br/>
-  Since why to love, I can allege no cause.<br/><br/>
+    To leave poor me, thou hast the strength of laws,<br/>
+    Since why to love, I can allege no cause.<br/><br/>
 </p>
 
 <p>                    <b>50</b><br/><br/>
 How heavy do I journey on the way,<br/>
-When what I seek (my weary travel&rsquo;s end)<br/>
+When what I seek (my weary travel’s end)<br/>
 Doth teach that case and that repose to say<br/>
-&rsquo;Thus far the miles are measured from thy friend.&rsquo;<br/>
+’Thus far the miles are measured from thy friend.’<br/>
 The beast that bears me, tired with my woe,<br/>
 Plods dully on, to bear that weight in me,<br/>
 As if by some instinct the wretch did know<br/>
@@ -1142,8 +1142,8 @@ The bloody spur cannot provoke him on,<br/>
 That sometimes anger thrusts into his hide,<br/>
 Which heavily he answers with a groan,<br/>
 More sharp to me than spurring to his side,<br/>
-  For that same groan doth put this in my mind,<br/>
-  My grief lies onward and my joy behind.<br/><br/>
+    For that same groan doth put this in my mind,<br/>
+    My grief lies onward and my joy behind.<br/><br/>
 </p>
 
 <p>                    <b>51</b><br/><br/>
@@ -1156,11 +1156,11 @@ When swift extremity can seem but slow?<br/>
 Then should I spur though mounted on the wind,<br/>
 In winged speed no motion shall I know,<br/>
 Then can no horse with my desire keep pace,<br/>
-Therefore desire (of perfect&rsquo;st love being made)<br/>
+Therefore desire (of perfect’st love being made)<br/>
 Shall neigh no dull flesh in his fiery race,<br/>
 But love, for love, thus shall excuse my jade:<br/>
-  Since from thee going, he went wilful-slow,<br/>
-  Towards thee I&rsquo;ll run, and give him leave to go.<br/><br/>
+    Since from thee going, he went wilful-slow,<br/>
+    Towards thee I’ll run, and give him leave to go.<br/><br/>
 </p>
 
 <p>                    <b>52</b><br/><br/>
@@ -1176,8 +1176,8 @@ So is the time that keeps you as my chest<br/>
 Or as the wardrobe which the robe doth hide,<br/>
 To make some special instant special-blest,<br/>
 By new unfolding his imprisoned pride.<br/>
-  Blessed are you whose worthiness gives scope,<br/>
-  Being had to triumph, being lacked to hope.<br/><br/>
+    Blessed are you whose worthiness gives scope,<br/>
+    Being had to triumph, being lacked to hope.<br/><br/>
 </p>
 
 <p>                    <b>53</b><br/><br/>
@@ -1187,14 +1187,14 @@ Since every one, hath every one, one shade,<br/>
 And you but one, can every shadow lend:<br/>
 Describe Adonis and the counterfeit,<br/>
 Is poorly imitated after you,<br/>
-On Helen&rsquo;s cheek all art of beauty set,<br/>
+On Helen’s cheek all art of beauty set,<br/>
 And you in Grecian tires are painted new:<br/>
 Speak of the spring, and foison of the year,<br/>
 The one doth shadow of your beauty show,<br/>
 The other as your bounty doth appear,<br/>
 And you in every blessed shape we know.<br/>
-  In all external grace you have some part,<br/>
-  But you like none, none you for constant heart.<br/><br/>
+    In all external grace you have some part,<br/>
+    But you like none, none you for constant heart.<br/><br/>
 </p>
 
 <p>                    <b>54</b><br/><br/>
@@ -1205,13 +1205,13 @@ For that sweet odour, which doth in it live:<br/>
 The canker blooms have full as deep a dye,<br/>
 As the perfumed tincture of the roses,<br/>
 Hang on such thorns, and play as wantonly,<br/>
-When summer&rsquo;s breath their masked buds discloses:<br/>
+When summer’s breath their masked buds discloses:<br/>
 But for their virtue only is their show,<br/>
 They live unwooed, and unrespected fade,<br/>
 Die to themselves. Sweet roses do not so,<br/>
 Of their sweet deaths, are sweetest odours made:<br/>
-  And so of you, beauteous and lovely youth,<br/>
-  When that shall fade, my verse distills your truth.<br/><br/>
+    And so of you, beauteous and lovely youth,<br/>
+    When that shall fade, my verse distills your truth.<br/><br/>
 </p>
 
 <p>                    <b>55</b><br/><br/>
@@ -1221,14 +1221,14 @@ But you shall shine more bright in these contents<br/>
 Than unswept stone, besmeared with sluttish time.<br/>
 When wasteful war shall statues overturn,<br/>
 And broils root out the work of masonry,<br/>
-Nor Mars his sword, nor war&rsquo;s quick fire shall burn:<br/>
+Nor Mars his sword, nor war’s quick fire shall burn:<br/>
 The living record of your memory.<br/>
-&rsquo;Gainst death, and all-oblivious enmity<br/>
+’Gainst death, and all-oblivious enmity<br/>
 Shall you pace forth, your praise shall still find room,<br/>
 Even in the eyes of all posterity<br/>
 That wear this world out to the ending doom.<br/>
-  So till the judgment that yourself arise,<br/>
-  You live in this, and dwell in lovers&rsquo; eyes.<br/><br/>
+    So till the judgment that yourself arise,<br/>
+    You live in this, and dwell in lovers’ eyes.<br/><br/>
 </p>
 
 <p>                    <b>56</b><br/><br/>
@@ -1244,8 +1244,8 @@ Let this sad interim like the ocean be<br/>
 Which parts the shore, where two contracted new,<br/>
 Come daily to the banks, that when they see:<br/>
 Return of love, more blest may be the view.<br/>
-  Or call it winter, which being full of care,<br/>
-  Makes summer&rsquo;s welcome, thrice more wished, more rare.<br/><br/>
+    Or call it winter, which being full of care,<br/>
+    Makes summer’s welcome, thrice more wished, more rare.<br/><br/>
 </p>
 
 <p>                    <b>57</b><br/><br/>
@@ -1261,31 +1261,31 @@ Nor dare I question with my jealous thought,<br/>
 Where you may be, or your affairs suppose,<br/>
 But like a sad slave stay and think of nought<br/>
 Save where you are, how happy you make those.<br/>
-  So true a fool is love, that in your will,<br/>
-  (Though you do any thing) he thinks no ill.<br/><br/>
+    So true a fool is love, that in your will,<br/>
+    (Though you do any thing) he thinks no ill.<br/><br/>
 </p>
 
 <p>                    <b>58</b><br/><br/>
 That god forbid, that made me first your slave,<br/>
 I should in thought control your times of pleasure,<br/>
-Or at your hand th&rsquo; account of hours to crave,<br/>
+Or at your hand th’ account of hours to crave,<br/>
 Being your vassal bound to stay your leisure.<br/>
 O let me suffer (being at your beck)<br/>
-Th&rsquo; imprisoned absence of your liberty,<br/>
+Th’ imprisoned absence of your liberty,<br/>
 And patience tame to sufferance bide each check,<br/>
 Without accusing you of injury.<br/>
 Be where you list, your charter is so strong,<br/>
 That you yourself may privilage your time<br/>
 To what you will, to you it doth belong,<br/>
 Yourself to pardon of self-doing crime.<br/>
-  I am to wait, though waiting so be hell,<br/>
-  Not blame your pleasure be it ill or well.<br/><br/>
+    I am to wait, though waiting so be hell,<br/>
+    Not blame your pleasure be it ill or well.<br/><br/>
 </p>
 
 <p>                    <b>59</b><br/><br/>
 If there be nothing new, but that which is,<br/>
 Hath been before, how are our brains beguiled,<br/>
-Which labouring for invention bear amis<br/>
+Which labouring for invention bear amiss<br/>
 The second burthen of a former child!<br/>
 O that record could with a backward look,<br/>
 Even of five hundred courses of the sun,<br/>
@@ -1295,8 +1295,8 @@ That I might see what the old world could say,<br/>
 To this composed wonder of your frame,<br/>
 Whether we are mended, or whether better they,<br/>
 Or whether revolution be the same.<br/>
-  O sure I am the wits of former days,<br/>
-  To subjects worse have given admiring praise.<br/><br/>
+    O sure I am the wits of former days,<br/>
+    To subjects worse have given admiring praise.<br/><br/>
 </p>
 
 <p>                    <b>60</b><br/><br/>
@@ -1306,14 +1306,14 @@ Each changing place with that which goes before,<br/>
 In sequent toil all forwards do contend.<br/>
 Nativity once in the main of light,<br/>
 Crawls to maturity, wherewith being crowned,<br/>
-Crooked eclipses &rsquo;gainst his glory fight,<br/>
+Crooked eclipses ’gainst his glory fight,<br/>
 And Time that gave, doth now his gift confound.<br/>
 Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth,<br/>
-And delves the parallels in beauty&rsquo;s brow,<br/>
-Feeds on the rarities of nature&rsquo;s truth,<br/>
+And delves the parallels in beauty’s brow,<br/>
+Feeds on the rarities of nature’s truth,<br/>
 And nothing stands but for his scythe to mow.<br/>
-  And yet to times in hope, my verse shall stand<br/>
-  Praising thy worth, despite his cruel hand.<br/><br/>
+    And yet to times in hope, my verse shall stand<br/>
+    Praising thy worth, despite his cruel hand.<br/><br/>
 </p>
 
 <p>                    <b>61</b><br/><br/>
@@ -1321,7 +1321,7 @@ Is it thy will, thy image should keep open<br/>
 My heavy eyelids to the weary night?<br/>
 Dost thou desire my slumbers should be broken,<br/>
 While shadows like to thee do mock my sight?<br/>
-Is it thy spirit that thou send&rsquo;st from thee<br/>
+Is it thy spirit that thou send’st from thee<br/>
 So far from home into my deeds to pry,<br/>
 To find out shames and idle hours in me,<br/>
 The scope and tenure of thy jealousy?<br/>
@@ -1329,8 +1329,8 @@ O no, thy love though much, is not so great,<br/>
 It is my love that keeps mine eye awake,<br/>
 Mine own true love that doth my rest defeat,<br/>
 To play the watchman ever for thy sake.<br/>
-  For thee watch I, whilst thou dost wake elsewhere,<br/>
-  From me far off, with others all too near.<br/><br/>
+    For thee watch I, whilst thou dost wake elsewhere,<br/>
+    From me far off, with others all too near.<br/><br/>
 </p>
 
 <p>                    <b>62</b><br/><br/>
@@ -1346,29 +1346,29 @@ But when my glass shows me my self indeed<br/>
 beated and chopt with tanned antiquity,<br/>
 Mine own self-love quite contrary I read:<br/>
 Self, so self-loving were iniquity.<br/>
-  &rsquo;Tis thee, myself, that for myself I praise,<br/>
-  Painting my age with beauty of thy days.<br/><br/>
+    ’Tis thee, myself, that for myself I praise,<br/>
+    Painting my age with beauty of thy days.<br/><br/>
 </p>
 
 <p>                    <b>63</b><br/><br/>
 Against my love shall be as I am now<br/>
-With Time&rsquo;s injurious hand crushed and o&rsquo;erworn,<br/>
+With Time’s injurious hand crushed and o’erworn,<br/>
 When hours have drained his blood and filled his brow<br/>
 With lines and wrinkles, when his youthful morn<br/>
-Hath travelled on to age&rsquo;s steepy night,<br/>
-And all those beauties whereof now he&rsquo;s king<br/>
+Hath travelled on to age’s steepy night,<br/>
+And all those beauties whereof now he’s king<br/>
 Are vanishing, or vanished out of sight,<br/>
 Stealing away the treasure of his spring:<br/>
 For such a time do I now fortify<br/>
-Against confounding age&rsquo;s cruel knife,<br/>
+Against confounding age’s cruel knife,<br/>
 That he shall never cut from memory<br/>
-My sweet love&rsquo;s beauty, though my lover&rsquo;s life.<br/>
-  His beauty shall in these black lines be seen,<br/>
-  And they shall live, and he in them still green.<br/><br/>
+My sweet love’s beauty, though my lover’s life.<br/>
+    His beauty shall in these black lines be seen,<br/>
+    And they shall live, and he in them still green.<br/><br/>
 </p>
 
 <p>                    <b>64</b><br/><br/>
-When I have seen by Time&rsquo;s fell hand defaced<br/>
+When I have seen by Time’s fell hand defaced<br/>
 The rich-proud cost of outworn buried age,<br/>
 When sometime lofty towers I see down-rased,<br/>
 And brass eternal slave to mortal rage.<br/>
@@ -1380,25 +1380,25 @@ When I have seen such interchange of State,<br/>
 Or state it self confounded, to decay,<br/>
 Ruin hath taught me thus to ruminate:<br/>
 That Time will come and take my love away.<br/>
-  This thought is as a death which cannot choose<br/>
-  But weep to have, that which it fears to lose.<br/><br/>
+    This thought is as a death which cannot choose<br/>
+    But weep to have, that which it fears to lose.<br/><br/>
 </p>
 
 <p>                    <b>65</b><br/><br/>
 Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea,<br/>
-But sad mortality o&rsquo;ersways their power,<br/>
+But sad mortality o’ersways their power,<br/>
 How with this rage shall beauty hold a plea,<br/>
 Whose action is no stronger than a flower?<br/>
-O how shall summer&rsquo;s honey breath hold out,<br/>
-Against the wrackful siege of batt&rsquo;ring days,<br/>
+O how shall summer’s honey breath hold out,<br/>
+Against the wrackful siege of batt’ring days,<br/>
 When rocks impregnable are not so stout,<br/>
 Nor gates of steel so strong but time decays?<br/>
 O fearful meditation, where alack,<br/>
-Shall Time&rsquo;s best jewel from Time&rsquo;s chest lie hid?<br/>
+Shall Time’s best jewel from Time’s chest lie hid?<br/>
 Or what strong hand can hold his swift foot back,<br/>
 Or who his spoil of beauty can forbid?<br/>
-  O none, unless this miracle have might,<br/>
-  That in black ink my love may still shine bright.<br/><br/>
+    O none, unless this miracle have might,<br/>
+    That in black ink my love may still shine bright.<br/><br/>
 </p>
 
 <p>                    <b>66</b><br/><br/>
@@ -1414,8 +1414,8 @@ And art made tongue-tied by authority,<br/>
 And folly, doctor-like, controlling skill,<br/>
 And simple truth miscalled simplicity,<br/>
 And captive good attending captain ill.<br/>
-  Tired with all these, from these would I be gone,<br/>
-  Save that to die, I leave my love alone.<br/><br/>
+    Tired with all these, from these would I be gone,<br/>
+    Save that to die, I leave my love alone.<br/><br/>
 </p>
 
 <p>                    <b>67</b><br/><br/>
@@ -1431,8 +1431,8 @@ Why should he live, now nature bankrupt is,<br/>
 Beggared of blood to blush through lively veins,<br/>
 For she hath no exchequer now but his,<br/>
 And proud of many, lives upon his gains?<br/>
-  O him she stores, to show what wealth she had,<br/>
-  In days long since, before these last so bad.<br/><br/>
+    O him she stores, to show what wealth she had,<br/>
+    In days long since, before these last so bad.<br/><br/>
 </p>
 
 <p>                    <b>68</b><br/><br/>
@@ -1443,17 +1443,17 @@ Or durst inhabit on a living brow:<br/>
 Before the golden tresses of the dead,<br/>
 The right of sepulchres, were shorn away,<br/>
 To live a second life on second head,<br/>
-Ere beauty&rsquo;s dead fleece made another gay:<br/>
+Ere beauty’s dead fleece made another gay:<br/>
 In him those holy antique hours are seen,<br/>
 Without all ornament, it self and true,<br/>
-Making no summer of another&rsquo;s green,<br/>
+Making no summer of another’s green,<br/>
 Robbing no old to dress his beauty new,<br/>
-  And him as for a map doth Nature store,<br/>
-  To show false Art what beauty was of yore.<br/><br/>
+    And him as for a map doth Nature store,<br/>
+    To show false Art what beauty was of yore.<br/><br/>
 </p>
 
 <p>                    <b>69</b><br/><br/>
-Those parts of thee that the world&rsquo;s eye doth view,<br/>
+Those parts of thee that the world’s eye doth view,<br/>
 Want nothing that the thought of hearts can mend:<br/>
 All tongues, the voice of souls, give thee that due,<br/>
 Uttering bare truth, even so as foes commend.<br/>
@@ -1465,25 +1465,25 @@ They look into the beauty of thy mind,<br/>
 And that in guess they measure by thy deeds,<br/>
 Then churls their thoughts (although their eyes were kind)<br/>
 To thy fair flower add the rank smell of weeds:<br/>
-  But why thy odour matcheth not thy show,<br/>
-  The soil is this, that thou dost common grow.<br/><br/>
+    But why thy odour matcheth not thy show,<br/>
+    The soil is this, that thou dost common grow.<br/><br/>
 </p>
 
 <p>                    <b>70</b><br/><br/>
 That thou art blamed shall not be thy defect,<br/>
-For slander&rsquo;s mark was ever yet the fair,<br/>
+For slander’s mark was ever yet the fair,<br/>
 The ornament of beauty is suspect,<br/>
-A crow that flies in heaven&rsquo;s sweetest air.<br/>
+A crow that flies in heaven’s sweetest air.<br/>
 So thou be good, slander doth but approve,<br/>
 Thy worth the greater being wooed of time,<br/>
 For canker vice the sweetest buds doth love,<br/>
-And thou present&rsquo;st a pure unstained prime.<br/>
+And thou present’st a pure unstained prime.<br/>
 Thou hast passed by the ambush of young days,<br/>
 Either not assailed, or victor being charged,<br/>
 Yet this thy praise cannot be so thy praise,<br/>
 To tie up envy, evermore enlarged,<br/>
-  If some suspect of ill masked not thy show,<br/>
-  Then thou alone kingdoms of hearts shouldst owe.<br/><br/>
+    If some suspect of ill masked not thy show,<br/>
+    Then thou alone kingdoms of hearts shouldst owe.<br/><br/>
 </p>
 
 <p>                    <b>71</b><br/><br/>
@@ -1499,8 +1499,8 @@ O if, I say, you look upon this verse,<br/>
 When I (perhaps) compounded am with clay,<br/>
 Do not so much as my poor name rehearse;<br/>
 But let your love even with my life decay.<br/>
-  Lest the wise world should look into your moan,<br/>
-  And mock you with me after I am gone.<br/><br/>
+    Lest the wise world should look into your moan,<br/>
+    And mock you with me after I am gone.<br/><br/>
 </p>
 
 <p>                    <b>72</b><br/><br/>
@@ -1516,8 +1516,8 @@ O lest your true love may seem false in this,<br/>
 That you for love speak well of me untrue,<br/>
 My name be buried where my body is,<br/>
 And live no more to shame nor me, nor you.<br/>
-  For I am shamed by that which I bring forth,<br/>
-  And so should you, to love things nothing worth.<br/><br/>
+    For I am shamed by that which I bring forth,<br/>
+    And so should you, to love things nothing worth.<br/><br/>
 </p>
 
 <p>                    <b>73</b><br/><br/>
@@ -1528,13 +1528,13 @@ Bare ruined choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.<br/>
 In me thou seest the twilight of such day,<br/>
 As after sunset fadeth in the west,<br/>
 Which by and by black night doth take away,<br/>
-Death&rsquo;s second self that seals up all in rest.<br/>
+Death’s second self that seals up all in rest.<br/>
 In me thou seest the glowing of such fire,<br/>
 That on the ashes of his youth doth lie,<br/>
 As the death-bed, whereon it must expire,<br/>
 Consumed with that which it was nourished by.<br/>
-  This thou perceiv&rsquo;st, which makes thy love more strong,<br/>
-  To love that well, which thou must leave ere long.<br/><br/>
+    This thou perceiv’st, which makes thy love more strong,<br/>
+    To love that well, which thou must leave ere long.<br/><br/>
 </p>
 
 <p>                    <b>74</b><br/><br/>
@@ -1548,17 +1548,17 @@ The earth can have but earth, which is his due,<br/>
 My spirit is thine the better part of me,<br/>
 So then thou hast but lost the dregs of life,<br/>
 The prey of worms, my body being dead,<br/>
-The coward conquest of a wretch&rsquo;s knife,<br/>
+The coward conquest of a wretch’s knife,<br/>
 Too base of thee to be remembered,<br/>
-  The worth of that, is that which it contains,<br/>
-  And that is this, and this with thee remains.<br/><br/>
+    The worth of that, is that which it contains,<br/>
+    And that is this, and this with thee remains.<br/><br/>
 </p>
 
 <p>                    <b>75</b><br/><br/>
 So are you to my thoughts as food to life,<br/>
 Or as sweet-seasoned showers are to the ground;<br/>
 And for the peace of you I hold such strife<br/>
-As &rsquo;twixt a miser and his wealth is found.<br/>
+As ’twixt a miser and his wealth is found.<br/>
 Now proud as an enjoyer, and anon<br/>
 Doubting the filching age will steal his treasure,<br/>
 Now counting best to be with you alone,<br/>
@@ -1567,8 +1567,8 @@ Sometime all full with feasting on your sight,<br/>
 And by and by clean starved for a look,<br/>
 Possessing or pursuing no delight<br/>
 Save what is had, or must from you be took.<br/>
-  Thus do I pine and surfeit day by day,<br/>
-  Or gluttoning on all, or all away.<br/><br/>
+    Thus do I pine and surfeit day by day,<br/>
+    Or gluttoning on all, or all away.<br/><br/>
 </p>
 
 <p>                    <b>76</b><br/><br/>
@@ -1584,25 +1584,25 @@ O know sweet love I always write of you,<br/>
 And you and love are still my argument:<br/>
 So all my best is dressing old words new,<br/>
 Spending again what is already spent:<br/>
-  For as the sun is daily new and old,<br/>
-  So is my love still telling what is told.<br/><br/>
+    For as the sun is daily new and old,<br/>
+    So is my love still telling what is told.<br/><br/>
 </p>
 
 <p>                    <b>77</b><br/><br/>
 Thy glass will show thee how thy beauties wear,<br/>
 Thy dial how thy precious minutes waste,<br/>
-These vacant leaves thy mind&rsquo;s imprint will bear,<br/>
+These vacant leaves thy mind’s imprint will bear,<br/>
 And of this book, this learning mayst thou taste.<br/>
 The wrinkles which thy glass will truly show,<br/>
 Of mouthed graves will give thee memory,<br/>
-Thou by thy dial&rsquo;s shady stealth mayst know,<br/>
-Time&rsquo;s thievish progress to eternity.<br/>
+Thou by thy dial’s shady stealth mayst know,<br/>
+Time’s thievish progress to eternity.<br/>
 Look what thy memory cannot contain,<br/>
 Commit to these waste blanks, and thou shalt find<br/>
 Those children nursed, delivered from thy brain,<br/>
 To take a new acquaintance of thy mind.<br/>
-  These offices, so oft as thou wilt look,<br/>
-  Shall profit thee, and much enrich thy book.<br/><br/>
+    These offices, so oft as thou wilt look,<br/>
+    Shall profit thee, and much enrich thy book.<br/><br/>
 </p>
 
 <p>                    <b>78</b><br/><br/>
@@ -1612,14 +1612,14 @@ As every alien pen hath got my use,<br/>
 And under thee their poesy disperse.<br/>
 Thine eyes, that taught the dumb on high to sing,<br/>
 And heavy ignorance aloft to fly,<br/>
-Have added feathers to the learned&rsquo;s wing,<br/>
+Have added feathers to the learned’s wing,<br/>
 And given grace a double majesty.<br/>
 Yet be most proud of that which I compile,<br/>
 Whose influence is thine, and born of thee,<br/>
-In others&rsquo; works thou dost but mend the style,<br/>
+In others’ works thou dost but mend the style,<br/>
 And arts with thy sweet graces graced be.<br/>
-  But thou art all my art, and dost advance<br/>
-  As high as learning, my rude ignorance.<br/><br/>
+    But thou art all my art, and dost advance<br/>
+    As high as learning, my rude ignorance.<br/><br/>
 </p>
 
 <p>                    <b>79</b><br/><br/>
@@ -1635,8 +1635,8 @@ He lends thee virtue, and he stole that word,<br/>
 From thy behaviour, beauty doth he give<br/>
 And found it in thy cheek: he can afford<br/>
 No praise to thee, but what in thee doth live.<br/>
-  Then thank him not for that which he doth say,<br/>
-  Since what he owes thee, thou thyself dost pay.<br/><br/>
+    Then thank him not for that which he doth say,<br/>
+    Since what he owes thee, thou thyself dost pay.<br/><br/>
 </p>
 
 <p>                    <b>80</b><br/><br/>
@@ -1652,8 +1652,8 @@ Your shallowest help will hold me up afloat,<br/>
 Whilst he upon your soundless deep doth ride,<br/>
 Or (being wrecked) I am a worthless boat,<br/>
 He of tall building, and of goodly pride.<br/>
-  Then if he thrive and I be cast away,<br/>
-  The worst was this: my love was my decay.<br/><br/>
+    Then if he thrive and I be cast away,<br/>
+    The worst was this: my love was my decay.<br/><br/>
 </p>
 
 <p>                    <b>81</b><br/><br/>
@@ -1664,18 +1664,18 @@ Although in me each part will be forgotten.<br/>
 Your name from hence immortal life shall have,<br/>
 Though I (once gone) to all the world must die,<br/>
 The earth can yield me but a common grave,<br/>
-When you entombed in men&rsquo;s eyes shall lie,<br/>
+When you entombed in men’s eyes shall lie,<br/>
 Your monument shall be my gentle verse,<br/>
-Which eyes not yet created shall o&rsquo;er-read,<br/>
+Which eyes not yet created shall o’er-read,<br/>
 And tongues to be, your being shall rehearse,<br/>
 When all the breathers of this world are dead,<br/>
-  You still shall live, such virtue hath my pen,<br/>
-  Where breath most breathes, even in the mouths of men.<br/><br/>
+    You still shall live, such virtue hath my pen,<br/>
+    Where breath most breathes, even in the mouths of men.<br/><br/>
 </p>
 
 <p>                    <b>82</b><br/><br/>
 I grant thou wert not married to my muse,<br/>
-And therefore mayst without attaint o&rsquo;erlook<br/>
+And therefore mayst without attaint o’erlook<br/>
 The dedicated words which writers use<br/>
 Of their fair subject, blessing every book.<br/>
 Thou art as fair in knowledge as in hue,<br/>
@@ -1686,15 +1686,15 @@ And do so love, yet when they have devised,<br/>
 What strained touches rhetoric can lend,<br/>
 Thou truly fair, wert truly sympathized,<br/>
 In true plain words, by thy true-telling friend.<br/>
-  And their gross painting might be better used,<br/>
-  Where cheeks need blood, in thee it is abused.<br/><br/>
+    And their gross painting might be better used,<br/>
+    Where cheeks need blood, in thee it is abused.<br/><br/>
 </p>
 
 <p>                    <b>83</b><br/><br/>
 I never saw that you did painting need,<br/>
 And therefore to your fair no painting set,<br/>
 I found (or thought I found) you did exceed,<br/>
-That barren tender of a poet&rsquo;s debt:<br/>
+That barren tender of a poet’s debt:<br/>
 And therefore have I slept in your report,<br/>
 That you yourself being extant well might show,<br/>
 How far a modern quill doth come too short,<br/>
@@ -1703,8 +1703,8 @@ This silence for my sin you did impute,<br/>
 Which shall be most my glory being dumb,<br/>
 For I impair not beauty being mute,<br/>
 When others would give life, and bring a tomb.<br/>
-  There lives more life in one of your fair eyes,<br/>
-  Than both your poets can in praise devise.<br/><br/>
+    There lives more life in one of your fair eyes,<br/>
+    Than both your poets can in praise devise.<br/><br/>
 </p>
 
 <p>                    <b>84</b><br/><br/>
@@ -1720,8 +1720,8 @@ Let him but copy what in you is writ,<br/>
 Not making worse what nature made so clear,<br/>
 And such a counterpart shall fame his wit,<br/>
 Making his style admired every where.<br/>
-  You to your beauteous blessings add a curse,<br/>
-  Being fond on praise, which makes your praises worse.<br/><br/>
+    You to your beauteous blessings add a curse,<br/>
+    Being fond on praise, which makes your praises worse.<br/><br/>
 </p>
 
 <p>                    <b>85</b><br/><br/>
@@ -1733,12 +1733,12 @@ I think good thoughts, whilst other write good words,<br/>
 And like unlettered clerk still cry Amen,<br/>
 To every hymn that able spirit affords,<br/>
 In polished form of well refined pen.<br/>
-Hearing you praised, I say &rsquo;tis so, &rsquo;tis true,<br/>
+Hearing you praised, I say ’tis so, ’tis true,<br/>
 And to the most of praise add something more,<br/>
 But that is in my thought, whose love to you<br/>
 (Though words come hindmost) holds his rank before,<br/>
-  Then others, for the breath of words respect,<br/>
-  Me for my dumb thoughts, speaking in effect.<br/><br/>
+    Then others, for the breath of words respect,<br/>
+    Me for my dumb thoughts, speaking in effect.<br/><br/>
 </p>
 
 <p>                    <b>86</b><br/><br/>
@@ -1754,31 +1754,31 @@ He nor that affable familiar ghost<br/>
 Which nightly gulls him with intelligence,<br/>
 As victors of my silence cannot boast,<br/>
 I was not sick of any fear from thence.<br/>
-  But when your countenance filled up his line,<br/>
-  Then lacked I matter, that enfeebled mine.<br/><br/>
+    But when your countenance filled up his line,<br/>
+    Then lacked I matter, that enfeebled mine.<br/><br/>
 </p>
 
 <p>                    <b>87</b><br/><br/>
 Farewell! thou art too dear for my possessing,<br/>
-And like enough thou know&rsquo;st thy estimate,<br/>
+And like enough thou know’st thy estimate,<br/>
 The charter of thy worth gives thee releasing:<br/>
 My bonds in thee are all determinate.<br/>
 For how do I hold thee but by thy granting,<br/>
 And for that riches where is my deserving?<br/>
 The cause of this fair gift in me is wanting,<br/>
 And so my patent back again is swerving.<br/>
-Thyself thou gav&rsquo;st, thy own worth then not knowing,<br/>
-Or me to whom thou gav&rsquo;st it, else mistaking,<br/>
+Thyself thou gav’st, thy own worth then not knowing,<br/>
+Or me to whom thou gav’st it, else mistaking,<br/>
 So thy great gift upon misprision growing,<br/>
 Comes home again, on better judgement making.<br/>
-  Thus have I had thee as a dream doth flatter,<br/>
-  In sleep a king, but waking no such matter.<br/><br/>
+    Thus have I had thee as a dream doth flatter,<br/>
+    In sleep a king, but waking no such matter.<br/><br/>
 </p>
 
 <p>                    <b>88</b><br/><br/>
 When thou shalt be disposed to set me light,<br/>
 And place my merit in the eye of scorn,<br/>
-Upon thy side, against my self I&rsquo;ll fight,<br/>
+Upon thy side, against my self I’ll fight,<br/>
 And prove thee virtuous, though thou art forsworn:<br/>
 With mine own weakness being best acquainted,<br/>
 Upon thy part I can set down a story<br/>
@@ -1788,8 +1788,8 @@ And I by this will be a gainer too,<br/>
 For bending all my loving thoughts on thee,<br/>
 The injuries that to my self I do,<br/>
 Doing thee vantage, double-vantage me.<br/>
-  Such is my love, to thee I so belong,<br/>
-  That for thy right, my self will bear all wrong.<br/><br/>
+    Such is my love, to thee I so belong,<br/>
+    That for thy right, my self will bear all wrong.<br/><br/>
 </p>
 
 <p>                    <b>89</b><br/><br/>
@@ -1799,14 +1799,14 @@ Speak of my lameness, and I straight will halt:<br/>
 Against thy reasons making no defence.<br/>
 Thou canst not (love) disgrace me half so ill,<br/>
 To set a form upon desired change,<br/>
-As I&rsquo;ll my self disgrace, knowing thy will,<br/>
+As I’ll my self disgrace, knowing thy will,<br/>
 I will acquaintance strangle and look strange:<br/>
 Be absent from thy walks and in my tongue,<br/>
 Thy sweet beloved name no more shall dwell,<br/>
-Lest I (too much profane) should do it wronk:<br/>
+Lest I, too much profane, should do it wrong,<br/>
 And haply of our old acquaintance tell.<br/>
-  For thee, against my self I&rsquo;ll vow debate,<br/>
-  For I must ne&rsquo;er love him whom thou dost hate.<br/><br/>
+    For thee, against my self I’ll vow debate,<br/>
+    For I must ne’er love him whom thou dost hate.<br/><br/>
 </p>
 
 <p>                    <b>90</b><br/><br/>
@@ -1814,21 +1814,21 @@ Then hate me when thou wilt, if ever, now,<br/>
 Now while the world is bent my deeds to cross,<br/>
 join with the spite of fortune, make me bow,<br/>
 And do not drop in for an after-loss:<br/>
-Ah do not, when my heart hath &rsquo;scaped this sorrow,<br/>
+Ah do not, when my heart hath ’scaped this sorrow,<br/>
 Come in the rearward of a conquered woe,<br/>
 Give not a windy night a rainy morrow,<br/>
 To linger out a purposed overthrow.<br/>
 If thou wilt leave me, do not leave me last,<br/>
 When other petty griefs have done their spite,<br/>
 But in the onset come, so shall I taste<br/>
-At first the very worst of fortune&rsquo;s might.<br/>
-  And other strains of woe, which now seem woe,<br/>
-  Compared with loss of thee, will not seem so.<br/><br/>
+At first the very worst of fortune’s might.<br/>
+    And other strains of woe, which now seem woe,<br/>
+    Compared with loss of thee, will not seem so.<br/><br/>
 </p>
 
 <p>                    <b>91</b><br/><br/>
 Some glory in their birth, some in their skill,<br/>
-Some in their wealth, some in their body&rsquo;s force,<br/>
+Some in their wealth, some in their body’s force,<br/>
 Some in their garments though new-fangled ill:<br/>
 Some in their hawks and hounds, some in their horse.<br/>
 And every humour hath his adjunct pleasure,<br/>
@@ -1836,11 +1836,11 @@ Wherein it finds a joy above the rest,<br/>
 But these particulars are not my measure,<br/>
 All these I better in one general best.<br/>
 Thy love is better than high birth to me,<br/>
-Richer than wealth, prouder than garments&rsquo; costs,<br/>
+Richer than wealth, prouder than garments’ costs,<br/>
 Of more delight than hawks and horses be:<br/>
-And having thee, of all men&rsquo;s pride I boast.<br/>
-  Wretched in this alone, that thou mayst take,<br/>
-  All this away, and me most wretchcd make.<br/><br/>
+And having thee, of all men’s pride I boast.<br/>
+    Wretched in this alone, that thou mayst take,<br/>
+    All this away, and me most wretched make.<br/><br/>
 </p>
 
 <p>                    <b>92</b><br/><br/>
@@ -1856,25 +1856,25 @@ Thou canst not vex me with inconstant mind,<br/>
 Since that my life on thy revolt doth lie,<br/>
 O what a happy title do I find,<br/>
 Happy to have thy love, happy to die!<br/>
-  But what&rsquo;s so blessed-fair that fears no blot?<br/>
-  Thou mayst be false, and yet I know it not.<br/><br/>
+    But what’s so blessed-fair that fears no blot?<br/>
+    Thou mayst be false, and yet I know it not.<br/><br/>
 </p>
 
 <p>                    <b>93</b><br/><br/>
 So shall I live, supposing thou art true,<br/>
-Like a deceived husband, so love&rsquo;s face,<br/>
+Like a deceived husband, so love’s face,<br/>
 May still seem love to me, though altered new:<br/>
 Thy looks with me, thy heart in other place.<br/>
 For there can live no hatred in thine eye,<br/>
 Therefore in that I cannot know thy change,<br/>
-In many&rsquo;s looks, the false heart&rsquo;s history<br/>
+In many’s looks, the false heart’s history<br/>
 Is writ in moods and frowns and wrinkles strange.<br/>
 But heaven in thy creation did decree,<br/>
 That in thy face sweet love should ever dwell,<br/>
-Whate&rsquo;er thy thoughts, or thy heart&rsquo;s workings be,<br/>
+Whate’er thy thoughts, or thy heart’s workings be,<br/>
 Thy looks should nothing thence, but sweetness tell.<br/>
-  How like Eve&rsquo;s apple doth thy beauty grow,<br/>
-  If thy sweet virtue answer not thy show.<br/><br/>
+    How like Eve’s apple doth thy beauty grow,<br/>
+    If thy sweet virtue answer not thy show.<br/><br/>
 </p>
 
 <p>                    <b>94</b><br/><br/>
@@ -1882,16 +1882,16 @@ They that have power to hurt, and will do none,<br/>
 That do not do the thing, they most do show,<br/>
 Who moving others, are themselves as stone,<br/>
 Unmoved, cold, and to temptation slow:<br/>
-They rightly do inherit heaven&rsquo;s graces,<br/>
-And husband nature&rsquo;s riches from expense,<br/>
-Tibey are the lords and owners of their faces,<br/>
+They rightly do inherit heaven’s graces,<br/>
+And husband nature’s riches from expense,<br/>
+They are the lords and owners of their faces,<br/>
 Others, but stewards of their excellence:<br/>
-The summer&rsquo;s flower is to the summer sweet,<br/>
+The summer’s flower is to the summer sweet,<br/>
 Though to it self, it only live and die,<br/>
 But if that flower with base infection meet,<br/>
 The basest weed outbraves his dignity:<br/>
-  For sweetest things turn sourest by their deeds,<br/>
-  Lilies that fester, smell far worse than weeds.<br/><br/>
+    For sweetest things turn sourest by their deeds,<br/>
+    Lilies that fester, smell far worse than weeds.<br/><br/>
 </p>
 
 <p>                    <b>95</b><br/><br/>
@@ -1905,17 +1905,17 @@ Cannot dispraise, but in a kind of praise,<br/>
 Naming thy name, blesses an ill report.<br/>
 O what a mansion have those vices got,<br/>
 Which for their habitation chose out thee,<br/>
-Where beauty&rsquo;s veil doth cover every blot,<br/>
+Where beauty’s veil doth cover every blot,<br/>
 And all things turns to fair, that eyes can see!<br/>
-  Take heed (dear heart) of this large privilege,<br/>
-  The hardest knife ill-used doth lose his edge.<br/><br/>
+    Take heed (dear heart) of this large privilege,<br/>
+    The hardest knife ill-used doth lose his edge.<br/><br/>
 </p>
 
 <p>                    <b>96</b><br/><br/>
 Some say thy fault is youth, some wantonness,<br/>
 Some say thy grace is youth and gentle sport,<br/>
 Both grace and faults are loved of more and less:<br/>
-Thou mak&rsquo;st faults graces, that to thee resort:<br/>
+Thou mak’st faults graces, that to thee resort:<br/>
 As on the finger of a throned queen,<br/>
 The basest jewel will be well esteemed:<br/>
 So are those errors that in thee are seen,<br/>
@@ -1924,25 +1924,25 @@ How many lambs might the stern wolf betray,<br/>
 If like a lamb he could his looks translate!<br/>
 How many gazers mightst thou lead away,<br/>
 if thou wouldst use the strength of all thy state!<br/>
-  But do not so, I love thee in such sort,<br/>
-  As thou being mine, mine is thy good report.<br/><br/>
+    But do not so, I love thee in such sort,<br/>
+    As thou being mine, mine is thy good report.<br/><br/>
 </p>
 
 <p>                    <b>97</b><br/><br/>
 How like a winter hath my absence been<br/>
 From thee, the pleasure of the fleeting year!<br/>
 What freezings have I felt, what dark days seen!<br/>
-What old December&rsquo;s bareness everywhere!<br/>
-And yet this time removed was summer&rsquo;s time,<br/>
+What old December’s bareness everywhere!<br/>
+And yet this time removed was summer’s time,<br/>
 The teeming autumn big with rich increase,<br/>
 Bearing the wanton burden of the prime,<br/>
-Like widowed wombs after their lords&rsquo; decease:<br/>
+Like widowed wombs after their lords’ decease:<br/>
 Yet this abundant issue seemed to me<br/>
 But hope of orphans, and unfathered fruit,<br/>
 For summer and his pleasures wait on thee,<br/>
 And thou away, the very birds are mute.<br/>
-  Or if they sing, &rsquo;tis with so dull a cheer,<br/>
-  That leaves look pale, dreading the winter&rsquo;s near.<br/><br/>
+    Or if they sing, ’tis with so dull a cheer,<br/>
+    That leaves look pale, dreading the winter’s near.<br/><br/>
 </p>
 
 <p>                    <b>98</b><br/><br/>
@@ -1952,49 +1952,49 @@ Hath put a spirit of youth in every thing:<br/>
 That heavy Saturn laughed and leaped with him.<br/>
 Yet nor the lays of birds, nor the sweet smell<br/>
 Of different flowers in odour and in hue,<br/>
-Could make me any summer&rsquo;s story tell:<br/>
+Could make me any summer’s story tell:<br/>
 Or from their proud lap pluck them where they grew:<br/>
-Nor did I wonder at the lily&rsquo;s white,<br/>
+Nor did I wonder at the lily’s white,<br/>
 Nor praise the deep vermilion in the rose,<br/>
 They were but sweet, but figures of delight:<br/>
 Drawn after you, you pattern of all those.<br/>
-  Yet seemed it winter still, and you away,<br/>
-  As with your shadow I with these did play.<br/><br/>
+    Yet seemed it winter still, and you away,<br/>
+    As with your shadow I with these did play.<br/><br/>
 </p>
 
 <p>                    <b>99</b><br/><br/>
 The forward violet thus did I chide,<br/>
 Sweet thief, whence didst thou steal thy sweet that smells,<br/>
-If not from my love&rsquo;s breath? The purple pride<br/>
-Which on thy soft check for complexion dwells,<br/>
-In my love&rsquo;s veins thou hast too grossly dyed.<br/>
+If not from my love’s breath? The purple pride<br/>
+Which on thy soft cheek for complexion dwells,<br/>
+In my love’s veins thou hast too grossly dyed.<br/>
 The lily I condemned for thy hand,<br/>
-And buds of marjoram had stol&rsquo;n thy hair,<br/>
+And buds of marjoram had stol’n thy hair,<br/>
 The roses fearfully on thorns did stand,<br/>
 One blushing shame, another white despair:<br/>
-A third nor red, nor white, had stol&rsquo;n of both,<br/>
+A third nor red, nor white, had stol’n of both,<br/>
 And to his robbery had annexed thy breath,<br/>
 But for his theft in pride of all his growth<br/>
 A vengeful canker eat him up to death.<br/>
-  More flowers I noted, yet I none could see,<br/>
-  But sweet, or colour it had stol&rsquo;n from thee.<br/><br/>
+    More flowers I noted, yet I none could see,<br/>
+    But sweet, or colour it had stol’n from thee.<br/><br/>
 </p>
 
 <p>                    <b>100</b><br/><br/>
-Where art thou Muse that thou forget&rsquo;st so long,<br/>
+Where art thou Muse that thou forget’st so long,<br/>
 To speak of that which gives thee all thy might?<br/>
-Spend&rsquo;st thou thy fury on some worthless song,<br/>
+Spend’st thou thy fury on some worthless song,<br/>
 Darkening thy power to lend base subjects light?<br/>
 Return forgetful Muse, and straight redeem,<br/>
 In gentle numbers time so idly spent,<br/>
 Sing to the ear that doth thy lays esteem,<br/>
 And gives thy pen both skill and argument.<br/>
-Rise resty Muse, my love&rsquo;s sweet face survey,<br/>
+Rise resty Muse, my love’s sweet face survey,<br/>
 If time have any wrinkle graven there,<br/>
 If any, be a satire to decay,<br/>
-And make time&rsquo;s spoils despised everywhere.<br/>
-  Give my love fame faster than Time wastes life,<br/>
-  So thou prevent&rsquo;st his scythe, and crooked knife.<br/><br/>
+And make time’s spoils despised everywhere.<br/>
+    Give my love fame faster than Time wastes life,<br/>
+    So thou prevent’st his scythe, and crooked knife.<br/><br/>
 </p>
 
 <p>                    <b>101</b><br/><br/>
@@ -2003,32 +2003,32 @@ For thy neglect of truth in beauty dyed?<br/>
 Both truth and beauty on my love depends:<br/>
 So dost thou too, and therein dignified:<br/>
 Make answer Muse, wilt thou not haply say,<br/>
-&rsquo;Truth needs no colour with his colour fixed,<br/>
-Beauty no pencil, beauty&rsquo;s truth to lay:<br/>
-But best is best, if never intermixed&rsquo;?<br/>
+’Truth needs no colour with his colour fixed,<br/>
+Beauty no pencil, beauty’s truth to lay:<br/>
+But best is best, if never intermixed’?<br/>
 Because he needs no praise, wilt thou be dumb?<br/>
-Excuse not silence so, for&rsquo;t lies in thee,<br/>
+Excuse not silence so, for’t lies in thee,<br/>
 To make him much outlive a gilded tomb:<br/>
 And to be praised of ages yet to be.<br/>
-  Then do thy office Muse, I teach thee how,<br/>
-  To make him seem long hence, as he shows now.<br/><br/>
+    Then do thy office Muse, I teach thee how,<br/>
+    To make him seem long hence, as he shows now.<br/><br/>
 </p>
 
 <p>                    <b>102</b><br/><br/>
 My love is strengthened though more weak in seeming,<br/>
 I love not less, though less the show appear,<br/>
 That love is merchandized, whose rich esteeming,<br/>
-The owner&rsquo;s tongue doth publish every where.<br/>
+The owner’s tongue doth publish every where.<br/>
 Our love was new, and then but in the spring,<br/>
 When I was wont to greet it with my lays,<br/>
-As Philomel in summer&rsquo;s front doth sing,<br/>
+As Philomel in summer’s front doth sing,<br/>
 And stops her pipe in growth of riper days:<br/>
 Not that the summer is less pleasant now<br/>
 Than when her mournful hymns did hush the night,<br/>
 But that wild music burthens every bough,<br/>
 And sweets grown common lose their dear delight.<br/>
-  Therefore like her, I sometime hold my tongue:<br/>
-  Because I would not dull you with my song.<br/><br/>
+    Therefore like her, I sometime hold my tongue:<br/>
+    Because I would not dull you with my song.<br/><br/>
 </p>
 
 <p>                    <b>103</b><br/><br/>
@@ -2044,15 +2044,15 @@ Were it not sinful then striving to mend,<br/>
 To mar the subject that before was well?<br/>
 For to no other pass my verses tend,<br/>
 Than of your graces and your gifts to tell.<br/>
-  And more, much more than in my verse can sit,<br/>
-  Your own glass shows you, when you look in it.<br/><br/>
+    And more, much more than in my verse can sit,<br/>
+    Your own glass shows you, when you look in it.<br/><br/>
 </p>
 
 <p>                    <b>104</b><br/><br/>
 To me fair friend you never can be old,<br/>
 For as you were when first your eye I eyed,<br/>
 Such seems your beauty still: three winters cold,<br/>
-Have from the forests shook three summers&rsquo; pride,<br/>
+Have from the forests shook three summers’ pride,<br/>
 Three beauteous springs to yellow autumn turned,<br/>
 In process of the seasons have I seen,<br/>
 Three April perfumes in three hot Junes burned,<br/>
@@ -2061,8 +2061,8 @@ Ah yet doth beauty like a dial hand,<br/>
 Steal from his figure, and no pace perceived,<br/>
 So your sweet hue, which methinks still doth stand<br/>
 Hath motion, and mine eye may be deceived.<br/>
-  For fear of which, hear this thou age unbred,<br/>
-  Ere you were born was beauty&rsquo;s summer dead.<br/><br/>
+    For fear of which, hear this thou age unbred,<br/>
+    Ere you were born was beauty’s summer dead.<br/><br/>
 </p>
 
 <p>                    <b>105</b><br/><br/>
@@ -2078,8 +2078,8 @@ Fair, kind, and true, is all my argument,<br/>
 Fair, kind, and true, varying to other words,<br/>
 And in this change is my invention spent,<br/>
 Three themes in one, which wondrous scope affords.<br/>
-  Fair, kind, and true, have often lived alone.<br/>
-  Which three till now, never kept seat in one.<br/><br/>
+    Fair, kind, and true, have often lived alone.<br/>
+    Which three till now, never kept seat in one.<br/><br/>
 </p>
 
 <p>                    <b>106</b><br/><br/>
@@ -2087,7 +2087,7 @@ When in the chronicle of wasted time,<br/>
 I see descriptions of the fairest wights,<br/>
 And beauty making beautiful old rhyme,<br/>
 In praise of ladies dead, and lovely knights,<br/>
-Then in the blazon of sweet beauty&rsquo;s best,<br/>
+Then in the blazon of sweet beauty’s best,<br/>
 Of hand, of foot, of lip, of eye, of brow,<br/>
 I see their antique pen would have expressed,<br/>
 Even such a beauty as you master now.<br/>
@@ -2095,8 +2095,8 @@ So all their praises are but prophecies<br/>
 Of this our time, all you prefiguring,<br/>
 And for they looked but with divining eyes,<br/>
 They had not skill enough your worth to sing:<br/>
-  For we which now behold these present days,<br/>
-  Have eyes to wonder, but lack tongues to praise.<br/><br/>
+    For we which now behold these present days,<br/>
+    Have eyes to wonder, but lack tongues to praise.<br/><br/>
 </p>
 
 <p>                    <b>107</b><br/><br/>
@@ -2110,27 +2110,27 @@ Incertainties now crown themselves assured,<br/>
 And peace proclaims olives of endless age.<br/>
 Now with the drops of this most balmy time,<br/>
 My love looks fresh, and death to me subscribes,<br/>
-Since spite of him I&rsquo;ll live in this poor rhyme,<br/>
-While he insults o&rsquo;er dull and speechless tribes.<br/>
-  And thou in this shalt find thy monument,<br/>
-  When tyrants&rsquo; crests and tombs of brass are spent.<br/><br/>
+Since spite of him I’ll live in this poor rhyme,<br/>
+While he insults o’er dull and speechless tribes.<br/>
+    And thou in this shalt find thy monument,<br/>
+    When tyrants’ crests and tombs of brass are spent.<br/><br/>
 </p>
 
 <p>                    <b>108</b><br/><br/>
-What&rsquo;s in the brain that ink may character,<br/>
+What’s in the brain that ink may character,<br/>
 Which hath not figured to thee my true spirit,<br/>
-What&rsquo;s new to speak, what now to register,<br/>
+What’s new to speak, what now to register,<br/>
 That may express my love, or thy dear merit?<br/>
 Nothing sweet boy, but yet like prayers divine,<br/>
-I must each day say o&rsquo;er the very same,<br/>
+I must each day say o’er the very same,<br/>
 Counting no old thing old, thou mine, I thine,<br/>
 Even as when first I hallowed thy fair name.<br/>
-So that eternal love in love&rsquo;s fresh case,<br/>
+So that eternal love in love’s fresh case,<br/>
 Weighs not the dust and injury of age,<br/>
 Nor gives to necessary wrinkles place,<br/>
 But makes antiquity for aye his page,<br/>
-  Finding the first conceit of love there bred,<br/>
-  Where time and outward form would show it dead.<br/><br/>
+    Finding the first conceit of love there bred,<br/>
+    Where time and outward form would show it dead.<br/><br/>
 </p>
 
 <p>                    <b>109</b><br/><br/>
@@ -2146,12 +2146,12 @@ Never believe though in my nature reigned,<br/>
 All frailties that besiege all kinds of blood,<br/>
 That it could so preposterously be stained,<br/>
 To leave for nothing all thy sum of good:<br/>
-  For nothing this wide universe I call,<br/>
-  Save thou my rose, in it thou art my all.<br/><br/>
+    For nothing this wide universe I call,<br/>
+    Save thou my rose, in it thou art my all.<br/><br/>
 </p>
 
 <p>                    <b>110</b><br/><br/>
-Alas &rsquo;tis true, I have gone here and there,<br/>
+Alas ’tis true, I have gone here and there,<br/>
 And made my self a motley to the view,<br/>
 Gored mine own thoughts, sold cheap what is most dear,<br/>
 Made old offences of affections new.<br/>
@@ -2163,8 +2163,8 @@ Now all is done, have what shall have no end,<br/>
 Mine appetite I never more will grind<br/>
 On newer proof, to try an older friend,<br/>
 A god in love, to whom I am confined.<br/>
-  Then give me welcome, next my heaven the best,<br/>
-  Even to thy pure and most most loving breast.<br/><br/>
+    Then give me welcome, next my heaven the best,<br/>
+    Even to thy pure and most most loving breast.<br/><br/>
 </p>
 
 <p>                    <b>111</b><br/><br/>
@@ -2174,31 +2174,31 @@ That did not better for my life provide,<br/>
 Than public means which public manners breeds.<br/>
 Thence comes it that my name receives a brand,<br/>
 And almost thence my nature is subdued<br/>
-To what it works in, like the dyer&rsquo;s hand:<br/>
+To what it works in, like the dyer’s hand:<br/>
 Pity me then, and wish I were renewed,<br/>
 Whilst like a willing patient I will drink,<br/>
-Potions of eisel &rsquo;gainst my strong infection,<br/>
+Potions of eisel ’gainst my strong infection,<br/>
 No bitterness that I will bitter think,<br/>
 Nor double penance to correct correction.<br/>
-  Pity me then dear friend, and I assure ye,<br/>
-  Even that your pity is enough to cure me.<br/><br/>
+    Pity me then dear friend, and I assure ye,<br/>
+    Even that your pity is enough to cure me.<br/><br/>
 </p>
 
 <p>                    <b>112</b><br/><br/>
-Your love and pity doth th&rsquo; impression fill,<br/>
+Your love and pity doth th’ impression fill,<br/>
 Which vulgar scandal stamped upon my brow,<br/>
 For what care I who calls me well or ill,<br/>
-So you o&rsquo;er-green my bad, my good allow?<br/>
+So you o’er-green my bad, my good allow?<br/>
 You are my all the world, and I must strive,<br/>
 To know my shames and praises from your tongue,<br/>
 None else to me, nor I to none alive,<br/>
 That my steeled sense or changes right or wrong.<br/>
 In so profound abysm I throw all care<br/>
-Of others&rsquo; voices, that my adder&rsquo;s sense,<br/>
+Of others’ voices, that my adder’s sense,<br/>
 To critic and to flatterer stopped are:<br/>
 Mark how with my neglect I do dispense.<br/>
-  You are so strongly in my purpose bred,<br/>
-  That all the world besides methinks are dead.<br/><br/>
+    You are so strongly in my purpose bred,<br/>
+    That all the world besides methinks are dead.<br/><br/>
 </p>
 
 <p>                    <b>113</b><br/><br/>
@@ -2210,29 +2210,29 @@ For it no form delivers to the heart<br/>
 Of bird, of flower, or shape which it doth latch,<br/>
 Of his quick objects hath the mind no part,<br/>
 Nor his own vision holds what it doth catch:<br/>
-For if it see the rud&rsquo;st or gentlest sight,<br/>
-The most sweet favour or deformed&rsquo;st creature,<br/>
+For if it see the rud’st or gentlest sight,<br/>
+The most sweet favour or deformed’st creature,<br/>
 The mountain, or the sea, the day, or night:<br/>
 The crow, or dove, it shapes them to your feature.<br/>
-  Incapable of more, replete with you,<br/>
-  My most true mind thus maketh mine untrue.<br/><br/>
+    Incapable of more, replete with you,<br/>
+    My most true mind thus maketh mine untrue.<br/><br/>
 </p>
 
 <p>                    <b>114</b><br/><br/>
 Or whether doth my mind being crowned with you<br/>
-Drink up the monarch&rsquo;s plague this flattery?<br/>
+Drink up the monarch’s plague this flattery?<br/>
 Or whether shall I say mine eye saith true,<br/>
 And that your love taught it this alchemy?<br/>
 To make of monsters, and things indigest,<br/>
 Such cherubins as your sweet self resemble,<br/>
 Creating every bad a perfect best<br/>
 As fast as objects to his beams assemble:<br/>
-O &rsquo;tis the first, &rsquo;tis flattery in my seeing,<br/>
+O ’tis the first, ’tis flattery in my seeing,<br/>
 And my great mind most kingly drinks it up,<br/>
-Mine eye well knows what with his gust is &rsquo;greeing,<br/>
+Mine eye well knows what with his gust is ’greeing,<br/>
 And to his palate doth prepare the cup.<br/>
-  If it be poisoned, &rsquo;tis the lesser sin,<br/>
-  That mine eye loves it and doth first begin.<br/><br/>
+    If it be poisoned, ’tis the lesser sin,<br/>
+    That mine eye loves it and doth first begin.<br/><br/>
 </p>
 
 <p>                    <b>115</b><br/><br/>
@@ -2241,15 +2241,15 @@ Even those that said I could not love you dearer,<br/>
 Yet then my judgment knew no reason why,<br/>
 My most full flame should afterwards burn clearer,<br/>
 But reckoning time, whose millioned accidents<br/>
-Creep in &rsquo;twixt vows, and change decrees of kings,<br/>
-Tan sacred beauty, blunt the sharp&rsquo;st intents,<br/>
-Divert strong minds to the course of alt&rsquo;ring things:<br/>
-Alas why fearing of time&rsquo;s tyranny,<br/>
-Might I not then say &lsquo;Now I love you best,&rsquo;<br/>
-When I was certain o&rsquo;er incertainty,<br/>
+Creep in ’twixt vows, and change decrees of kings,<br/>
+Tan sacred beauty, blunt the sharp’st intents,<br/>
+Divert strong minds to the course of alt’ring things:<br/>
+Alas why fearing of time’s tyranny,<br/>
+Might I not then say ‘Now I love you best,’<br/>
+When I was certain o’er incertainty,<br/>
 Crowning the present, doubting of the rest?<br/>
-  Love is a babe, then might I not say so<br/>
-  To give full growth to that which still doth grow.<br/><br/>
+    Love is a babe, then might I not say so<br/>
+    To give full growth to that which still doth grow.<br/><br/>
 </p>
 
 <p>                    <b>116</b><br/><br/>
@@ -2259,14 +2259,14 @@ Which alters when it alteration finds,<br/>
 Or bends with the remover to remove.<br/>
 O no, it is an ever-fixed mark<br/>
 That looks on tempests and is never shaken;<br/>
-It is the star to every wand&rsquo;ring bark,<br/>
-Whose worth&rsquo;s unknown, although his height be taken.<br/>
-Love&rsquo;s not Time&rsquo;s fool, though rosy lips and cheeks<br/>
-Within his bending sickle&rsquo;s compass come,<br/>
+It is the star to every wand’ring bark,<br/>
+Whose worth’s unknown, although his height be taken.<br/>
+Love’s not Time’s fool, though rosy lips and cheeks<br/>
+Within his bending sickle’s compass come,<br/>
 Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,<br/>
 But bears it out even to the edge of doom:<br/>
-  If this be error and upon me proved,<br/>
-  I never writ, nor no man ever loved.<br/><br/>
+    If this be error and upon me proved,<br/>
+    I never writ, nor no man ever loved.<br/><br/>
 </p>
 
 <p>                    <b>117</b><br/><br/>
@@ -2282,8 +2282,8 @@ Book both my wilfulness and errors down,<br/>
 And on just proof surmise, accumulate,<br/>
 Bring me within the level of your frown,<br/>
 But shoot not at me in your wakened hate:<br/>
-  Since my appeal says I did strive to prove<br/>
-  The constancy and virtue of your love.<br/><br/>
+    Since my appeal says I did strive to prove<br/>
+    The constancy and virtue of your love.<br/><br/>
 </p>
 
 <p>                    <b>118</b><br/><br/>
@@ -2291,16 +2291,16 @@ Like as to make our appetite more keen<br/>
 With eager compounds we our palate urge,<br/>
 As to prevent our maladies unseen,<br/>
 We sicken to shun sickness when we purge.<br/>
-Even so being full of your ne&rsquo;er-cloying sweetness,<br/>
+Even so being full of your ne’er-cloying sweetness,<br/>
 To bitter sauces did I frame my feeding;<br/>
 And sick of welfare found a kind of meetness,<br/>
 To be diseased ere that there was true needing.<br/>
-Thus policy in love t&rsquo; anticipate<br/>
+Thus policy in love t’ anticipate<br/>
 The ills that were not, grew to faults assured,<br/>
 And brought to medicine a healthful state<br/>
 Which rank of goodness would by ill be cured.<br/>
-  But thence I learn and find the lesson true,<br/>
-  Drugs poison him that so feil sick of you.<br/><br/>
+    But thence I learn and find the lesson true,<br/>
+    Drugs poison him that so fell sick of you.<br/><br/>
 </p>
 
 <p>                    <b>119</b><br/><br/>
@@ -2316,8 +2316,8 @@ O benefit of ill, now I find true<br/>
 That better is, by evil still made better.<br/>
 And ruined love when it is built anew<br/>
 Grows fairer than at first, more strong, far greater.<br/>
-  So I return rebuked to my content,<br/>
-  And gain by ills thrice more than I have spent.<br/><br/>
+    So I return rebuked to my content,<br/>
+    And gain by ills thrice more than I have spent.<br/><br/>
 </p>
 
 <p>                    <b>120</b><br/><br/>
@@ -2326,23 +2326,23 @@ And for that sorrow, which I then did feel,<br/>
 Needs must I under my transgression bow,<br/>
 Unless my nerves were brass or hammered steel.<br/>
 For if you were by my unkindness shaken<br/>
-As I by yours, y&rsquo;have passed a hell of time,<br/>
+As I by yours, y’have passed a hell of time,<br/>
 And I a tyrant have no leisure taken<br/>
 To weigh how once I suffered in your crime.<br/>
 O that our night of woe might have remembered<br/>
 My deepest sense, how hard true sorrow hits,<br/>
 And soon to you, as you to me then tendered<br/>
 The humble salve, which wounded bosoms fits!<br/>
-  But that your trespass now becomes a fee,<br/>
-  Mine ransoms yours, and yours must ransom me.<br/><br/>
+    But that your trespass now becomes a fee,<br/>
+    Mine ransoms yours, and yours must ransom me.<br/><br/>
 </p>
 
 <p>                    <b>121</b><br/><br/>
-&rsquo;Tis better to be vile than vile esteemed,<br/>
+’Tis better to be vile than vile esteemed,<br/>
 When not to be, receives reproach of being,<br/>
 And the just pleasure lost, which is so deemed,<br/>
-Not by our feeling, but by others&rsquo; seeing.<br/>
-For why should others&rsquo; false adulterate eyes<br/>
+Not by our feeling, but by others’ seeing.<br/>
+For why should others’ false adulterate eyes<br/>
 Give salutation to my sportive blood?<br/>
 Or on my frailties why are frailer spies,<br/>
 Which in their wills count bad what I think good?<br/>
@@ -2350,8 +2350,8 @@ No, I am that I am, and they that level<br/>
 At my abuses, reckon up their own,<br/>
 I may be straight though they themselves be bevel;<br/>
 By their rank thoughts, my deeds must not be shown<br/>
-  Unless this general evil they maintain,<br/>
-  All men are bad and in their badness reign.<br/><br/>
+    Unless this general evil they maintain,<br/>
+    All men are bad and in their badness reign.<br/><br/>
 </p>
 
 <p>                    <b>122</b><br/><br/>
@@ -2367,46 +2367,46 @@ That poor retention could not so much hold,<br/>
 Nor need I tallies thy dear love to score,<br/>
 Therefore to give them from me was I bold,<br/>
 To trust those tables that receive thee more:<br/>
-  To keep an adjunct to remember thee<br/>
-  Were to import forgetfulness in me.<br/><br/>
+    To keep an adjunct to remember thee<br/>
+    Were to import forgetfulness in me.<br/><br/>
 </p>
 
 <p>                    <b>123</b><br/><br/>
 No! Time, thou shalt not boast that I do change,<br/>
 Thy pyramids built up with newer might<br/>
 To me are nothing novel, nothing strange,<br/>
-They are but dressings Of a former sight:<br/>
+They are but dressings of a former sight:<br/>
 Our dates are brief, and therefore we admire,<br/>
 What thou dost foist upon us that is old,<br/>
 And rather make them born to our desire,<br/>
 Than think that we before have heard them told:<br/>
 Thy registers and thee I both defy,<br/>
-Not wond&rsquo;ring at the present, nor the past,<br/>
+Not wond’ring at the present, nor the past,<br/>
 For thy records, and what we see doth lie,<br/>
 Made more or less by thy continual haste:<br/>
-  This I do vow and this shall ever be,<br/>
-  I will be true despite thy scythe and thee.<br/><br/>
+    This I do vow and this shall ever be,<br/>
+    I will be true despite thy scythe and thee.<br/><br/>
 </p>
 
 <p>                    <b>124</b><br/><br/>
 If my dear love were but the child of state,<br/>
-It might for Fortune&rsquo;s bastard be unfathered,<br/>
-As subject to time&rsquo;s love or to time&rsquo;s hate,<br/>
+It might for Fortune’s bastard be unfathered,<br/>
+As subject to time’s love or to time’s hate,<br/>
 Weeds among weeds, or flowers with flowers gathered.<br/>
 No it was builded far from accident,<br/>
 It suffers not in smiling pomp, nor falls<br/>
 Under the blow of thralled discontent,<br/>
-Whereto th&rsquo; inviting time our fashion calls:<br/>
+Whereto th’ inviting time our fashion calls:<br/>
 It fears not policy that heretic,<br/>
 Which works on leases of short-numbered hours,<br/>
 But all alone stands hugely politic,<br/>
 That it nor grows with heat, nor drowns with showers.<br/>
-  To this I witness call the fools of time,<br/>
-  Which die for goodness, who have lived for crime.<br/><br/>
+    To this I witness call the fools of time,<br/>
+    Which die for goodness, who have lived for crime.<br/><br/>
 </p>
 
 <p>                    <b>125</b><br/><br/>
-Were&rsquo;t aught to me I bore the canopy,<br/>
+Were’t aught to me I bore the canopy,<br/>
 With my extern the outward honouring,<br/>
 Or laid great bases for eternity,<br/>
 Which proves more short than waste or ruining?<br/>
@@ -2418,63 +2418,63 @@ No, let me be obsequious in thy heart,<br/>
 And take thou my oblation, poor but free,<br/>
 Which is not mixed with seconds, knows no art,<br/>
 But mutual render, only me for thee.<br/>
-  Hence, thou suborned informer, a true soul<br/>
-  When most impeached, stands least in thy control.<br/><br/>
+    Hence, thou suborned informer, a true soul<br/>
+    When most impeached, stands least in thy control.<br/><br/>
 </p>
 
 <p>                    <b>126</b><br/><br/>
 O thou my lovely boy who in thy power,<br/>
-Dost hold Time&rsquo;s fickle glass his fickle hour:<br/>
-Who hast by waning grown, and therein show&rsquo;st,<br/>
-Thy lovers withering, as thy sweet self grow&rsquo;st.<br/>
+Dost hold Time’s fickle glass his fickle hour:<br/>
+Who hast by waning grown, and therein show’st,<br/>
+Thy lovers withering, as thy sweet self grow’st.<br/>
 If Nature (sovereign mistress over wrack)<br/>
 As thou goest onwards still will pluck thee back,<br/>
 She keeps thee to this purpose, that her skill<br/>
 May time disgrace, and wretched minutes kill.<br/>
 Yet fear her O thou minion of her pleasure,<br/>
 She may detain, but not still keep her treasure!<br/>
-  Her audit (though delayed) answered must be,<br/>
-  And her quietus is to render thee.<br/><br/>
+    Her audit (though delayed) answered must be,<br/>
+    And her quietus is to render thee.<br/><br/>
 </p>
 
 <p>                    <b>127</b><br/><br/>
 In the old age black was not counted fair,<br/>
-Or if it were it bore not beauty&rsquo;s name:<br/>
-But now is black beauty&rsquo;s successive heir,<br/>
+Or if it were it bore not beauty’s name:<br/>
+But now is black beauty’s successive heir,<br/>
 And beauty slandered with a bastard shame,<br/>
-For since each hand hath put on nature&rsquo;s power,<br/>
-Fairing the foul with art&rsquo;s false borrowed face,<br/>
-Sweet beauty hath no name no holy bower,<br/>
+For since each hand hath put on nature’s power,<br/>
+Fairing the foul with art’s false borrowed face,<br/>
+Sweet beauty hath no name, no holy bower,<br/>
 But is profaned, if not lives in disgrace.<br/>
-Therefore my mistress&rsquo; eyes are raven black,<br/>
-Her eyes so suited, and they mourners seem,<br/>
+Therefore my mistress’ eyes are raven black,<br/>
+Her eyes so suited, and they mourners seem<br/>
 At such who not born fair no beauty lack,<br/>
 Slandering creation with a false esteem,<br/>
-  Yet so they mourn becoming of their woe,<br/>
-  That every tongue says beauty should look so.<br/><br/>
+    Yet so they mourn becoming of their woe,<br/>
+    That every tongue says beauty should look so.<br/><br/>
 </p>
 
 <p>                    <b>128</b><br/><br/>
-How oft when thou, my music, music play&rsquo;st,<br/>
+How oft when thou, my music, music play’st,<br/>
 Upon that blessed wood whose motion sounds<br/>
-With thy sweet fingers when thou gently sway&rsquo;st<br/>
+With thy sweet fingers when thou gently sway’st<br/>
 The wiry concord that mine ear confounds,<br/>
 Do I envy those jacks that nimble leap,<br/>
 To kiss the tender inward of thy hand,<br/>
 Whilst my poor lips which should that harvest reap,<br/>
-At the wood&rsquo;s boldness by thee blushing stand.<br/>
+At the wood’s boldness by thee blushing stand.<br/>
 To be so tickled they would change their state<br/>
 And situation with those dancing chips,<br/>
-O&rsquo;er whom thy fingers walk with gentle gait,<br/>
+O’er whom thy fingers walk with gentle gait,<br/>
 Making dead wood more blest than living lips,<br/>
-  Since saucy jacks so happy are in this,<br/>
-  Give them thy fingers, me thy lips to kiss.<br/><br/>
+    Since saucy jacks so happy are in this,<br/>
+    Give them thy fingers, me thy lips to kiss.<br/><br/>
 </p>
 
 <p>                    <b>129</b><br/><br/>
-Th&rsquo; expense of spirit in a waste of shame<br/>
+Th’ expense of spirit in a waste of shame<br/>
 Is lust in action, and till action, lust<br/>
-Is perjured, murd&rsquo;rous, bloody full of blame,<br/>
+Is perjured, murd’rous, bloody full of blame,<br/>
 Savage, extreme, rude, cruel, not to trust,<br/>
 Enjoyed no sooner but despised straight,<br/>
 Past reason hunted, and no sooner had<br/>
@@ -2484,12 +2484,12 @@ Mad in pursuit and in possession so,<br/>
 Had, having, and in quest, to have extreme,<br/>
 A bliss in proof, and proved, a very woe;<br/>
 Before a joy proposed behind a dream.<br/>
-  All this the world well knows yet none knows well,<br/>
-  To shun the heaven that leads men to this hell.<br/><br/>
+    All this the world well knows yet none knows well,<br/>
+    To shun the heaven that leads men to this hell.<br/><br/>
 </p>
 
 <p>                    <b>130</b><br/><br/>
-My mistress&rsquo; eyes are nothing like the sun,<br/>
+My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun,<br/>
 Coral is far more red, than her lips red,<br/>
 If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun:<br/>
 If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head:<br/>
@@ -2501,14 +2501,14 @@ I love to hear her speak, yet well I know,<br/>
 That music hath a far more pleasing sound:<br/>
 I grant I never saw a goddess go;<br/>
 My mistress when she walks treads on the ground.<br/>
-  And yet by heaven I think my love as rare,<br/>
-  As any she belied with false compare.<br/><br/>
+    And yet by heaven I think my love as rare,<br/>
+    As any she belied with false compare.<br/><br/>
 </p>
 
 <p>                    <b>131</b><br/><br/>
 Thou art as tyrannous, so as thou art,<br/>
 As those whose beauties proudly make them cruel;<br/>
-For well thou know&rsquo;st to my dear doting heart<br/>
+For well thou know’st to my dear doting heart<br/>
 Thou art the fairest and most precious jewel.<br/>
 Yet in good faith some say that thee behold,<br/>
 Thy face hath not the power to make love groan;<br/>
@@ -2516,10 +2516,10 @@ To say they err, I dare not be so bold,<br/>
 Although I swear it to my self alone.<br/>
 And to be sure that is not false I swear,<br/>
 A thousand groans but thinking on thy face,<br/>
-One on another&rsquo;s neck do witness bear<br/>
-Thy black is fairest in my judgment&rsquo;s place.<br/>
-  In nothing art thou black save in thy deeds,<br/>
-  And thence this slander as I think proceeds.<br/><br/>
+One on another’s neck do witness bear<br/>
+Thy black is fairest in my judgment’s place.<br/>
+    In nothing art thou black save in thy deeds,<br/>
+    And thence this slander as I think proceeds.<br/><br/>
 </p>
 
 <p>                    <b>132</b><br/><br/>
@@ -2535,42 +2535,42 @@ As those two mourning eyes become thy face:<br/>
 O let it then as well beseem thy heart<br/>
 To mourn for me since mourning doth thee grace,<br/>
 And suit thy pity like in every part.<br/>
-  Then will I swear beauty herself is black,<br/>
-  And all they foul that thy complexion lack.<br/><br/>
+    Then will I swear beauty herself is black,<br/>
+    And all they foul that thy complexion lack.<br/><br/>
 </p>
 
 <p>                    <b>133</b><br/><br/>
 Beshrew that heart that makes my heart to groan<br/>
 For that deep wound it gives my friend and me;<br/>
-Is&rsquo;t not enough to torture me alone,<br/>
-But slave to slavery my sweet&rsquo;st friend must be?<br/>
+Is’t not enough to torture me alone,<br/>
+But slave to slavery my sweet’st friend must be?<br/>
 Me from my self thy cruel eye hath taken,<br/>
 And my next self thou harder hast engrossed,<br/>
 Of him, my self, and thee I am forsaken,<br/>
 A torment thrice three-fold thus to be crossed:<br/>
-Prison my heart in thy steel bosom&rsquo;s ward,<br/>
-But then my friend&rsquo;s heart let my poor heart bail,<br/>
-Whoe&rsquo;er keeps me, let my heart be his guard,<br/>
+Prison my heart in thy steel bosom’s ward,<br/>
+But then my friend’s heart let my poor heart bail,<br/>
+Whoe’er keeps me, let my heart be his guard,<br/>
 Thou canst not then use rigour in my gaol.<br/>
-  And yet thou wilt, for I being pent in thee,<br/>
-  Perforce am thine and all that is in me.<br/><br/>
+    And yet thou wilt, for I being pent in thee,<br/>
+    Perforce am thine and all that is in me.<br/><br/>
 </p>
 
 <p>                    <b>134</b><br/><br/>
 So now I have confessed that he is thine,<br/>
 And I my self am mortgaged to thy will,<br/>
-My self I&rsquo;ll forfeit, so that other mine,<br/>
+My self I’ll forfeit, so that other mine,<br/>
 Thou wilt restore to be my comfort still:<br/>
 But thou wilt not, nor he will not be free,<br/>
 For thou art covetous, and he is kind,<br/>
 He learned but surety-like to write for me,<br/>
 Under that bond that him as fist doth bind.<br/>
 The statute of thy beauty thou wilt take,<br/>
-Thou usurer that put&rsquo;st forth all to use,<br/>
+Thou usurer that put’st forth all to use,<br/>
 And sue a friend, came debtor for my sake,<br/>
 So him I lose through my unkind abuse.<br/>
-  Him have I lost, thou hast both him and me,<br/>
-  He pays the whole, and yet am I not free.<br/><br/>
+    Him have I lost, thou hast both him and me,<br/>
+    He pays the whole, and yet am I not free.<br/><br/>
 </p>
 
 <p>                    <b>135</b><br/><br/>
@@ -2586,8 +2586,8 @@ The sea all water, yet receives rain still,<br/>
 And in abundance addeth to his store,<br/>
 So thou being rich in will add to thy will<br/>
 One will of mine to make thy large will more.<br/>
-  Let no unkind, no fair beseechers kill,<br/>
-  Think all but one, and me in that one Will.<br/><br/>
+    Let no unkind, no fair beseechers kill,<br/>
+    Think all but one, and me in that one Will.<br/><br/>
 </p>
 
 <p>                    <b>136</b><br/><br/>
@@ -2600,11 +2600,11 @@ Ay, fill it full with wills, and my will one,<br/>
 In things of great receipt with case we prove,<br/>
 Among a number one is reckoned none.<br/>
 Then in the number let me pass untold,<br/>
-Though in thy store&rsquo;s account I one must be,<br/>
+Though in thy store’s account I one must be,<br/>
 For nothing hold me, so it please thee hold,<br/>
 That nothing me, a something sweet to thee.<br/>
-  Make but my name thy love, and love that still,<br/>
-  And then thou lov&rsquo;st me for my name is Will.<br/><br/>
+    Make but my name thy love, and love that still,<br/>
+    And then thou lov’st me for my name is Will.<br/><br/>
 </p>
 
 <p>                    <b>137</b><br/><br/>
@@ -2614,31 +2614,31 @@ They know what beauty is, see where it lies,<br/>
 Yet what the best is, take the worst to be.<br/>
 If eyes corrupt by over-partial looks,<br/>
 Be anchored in the bay where all men ride,<br/>
-Why of eyes&rsquo; falsehood hast thou forged hooks,<br/>
+Why of eyes’ falsehood hast thou forged hooks,<br/>
 Whereto the judgment of my heart is tied?<br/>
 Why should my heart think that a several plot,<br/>
-Which my heart knows the wide world&rsquo;s common place?<br/>
+Which my heart knows the wide world’s common place?<br/>
 Or mine eyes seeing this, say this is not<br/>
 To put fair truth upon so foul a face?<br/>
-  In things right true my heart and eyes have erred,<br/>
-  And to this false plague are they now transferred.<br/><br/>
+    In things right true my heart and eyes have erred,<br/>
+    And to this false plague are they now transferred.<br/><br/>
 </p>
 
 <p>                    <b>138</b><br/><br/>
 When my love swears that she is made of truth,<br/>
 I do believe her though I know she lies,<br/>
 That she might think me some untutored youth,<br/>
-Unlearned in the world&rsquo;s false subtleties.<br/>
+Unlearned in the world’s false subtleties.<br/>
 Thus vainly thinking that she thinks me young,<br/>
 Although she knows my days are past the best,<br/>
 Simply I credit her false-speaking tongue,<br/>
 On both sides thus is simple truth suppressed:<br/>
 But wherefore says she not she is unjust?<br/>
 And wherefore say not I that I am old?<br/>
-O love&rsquo;s best habit is in seeming trust,<br/>
+O love’s best habit is in seeming trust,<br/>
 And age in love, loves not to have years told.<br/>
-  Therefore I lie with her, and she with me,<br/>
-  And in our faults by lies we flattered be.<br/><br/>
+    Therefore I lie with her, and she with me,<br/>
+    And in our faults by lies we flattered be.<br/><br/>
 </p>
 
 <p>                    <b>139</b><br/><br/>
@@ -2646,16 +2646,16 @@ O call not me to justify the wrong,<br/>
 That thy unkindness lays upon my heart,<br/>
 Wound me not with thine eye but with thy tongue,<br/>
 Use power with power, and slay me not by art,<br/>
-Tell me thou lov&rsquo;st elsewhere; but in my sight,<br/>
+Tell me thou lov’st elsewhere; but in my sight,<br/>
 Dear heart forbear to glance thine eye aside,<br/>
-What need&rsquo;st thou wound with cunning when thy might<br/>
-Is more than my o&rsquo;erpressed defence can bide?<br/>
+What need’st thou wound with cunning when thy might<br/>
+Is more than my o’erpressed defence can bide?<br/>
 Let me excuse thee, ah my love well knows,<br/>
 Her pretty looks have been mine enemies,<br/>
 And therefore from my face she turns my foes,<br/>
 That they elsewhere might dart their injuries:<br/>
-  Yet do not so, but since I am near slain,<br/>
-  Kill me outright with looks, and rid my pain.<br/><br/>
+    Yet do not so, but since I am near slain,<br/>
+    Kill me outright with looks, and rid my pain.<br/><br/>
 </p>
 
 <p>                    <b>140</b><br/><br/>
@@ -2671,25 +2671,25 @@ For if I should despair I should grow mad,<br/>
 And in my madness might speak ill of thee,<br/>
 Now this ill-wresting world is grown so bad,<br/>
 Mad slanderers by mad ears believed be.<br/>
-  That I may not be so, nor thou belied,<br/>
-  Bear thine eyes straight, though thy proud heart go wide.<br/><br/>
+    That I may not be so, nor thou belied,<br/>
+    Bear thine eyes straight, though thy proud heart go wide.<br/><br/>
 </p>
 
 <p>                    <b>141</b><br/><br/>
 In faith I do not love thee with mine eyes,<br/>
 For they in thee a thousand errors note,<br/>
-But &rsquo;tis my heart that loves what they despise,<br/>
+But ’tis my heart that loves what they despise,<br/>
 Who in despite of view is pleased to dote.<br/>
-Nor are mine cars with thy tongue&rsquo;s tune delighted,<br/>
+Nor are mine ears with thy tongue’s tune delighted,<br/>
 Nor tender feeling to base touches prone,<br/>
 Nor taste, nor smell, desire to be invited<br/>
 To any sensual feast with thee alone:<br/>
 But my five wits, nor my five senses can<br/>
 Dissuade one foolish heart from serving thee,<br/>
 Who leaves unswayed the likeness of a man,<br/>
-Thy proud heart&rsquo;s slave and vassal wretch to be:<br/>
-  Only my plague thus far I count my gain,<br/>
-  That she that makes me sin, awards me pain.<br/><br/>
+Thy proud heart’s slave and vassal wretch to be:<br/>
+    Only my plague thus far I count my gain,<br/>
+    That she that makes me sin, awards me pain.<br/><br/>
 </p>
 
 <p>                    <b>142</b><br/><br/>
@@ -2700,13 +2700,13 @@ And thou shalt find it merits not reproving,<br/>
 Or if it do, not from those lips of thine,<br/>
 That have profaned their scarlet ornaments,<br/>
 And sealed false bonds of love as oft as mine,<br/>
-Robbed others&rsquo; beds&rsquo; revenues of their rents.<br/>
-Be it lawful I love thee as thou lov&rsquo;st those,<br/>
+Robbed others’ beds’ revenues of their rents.<br/>
+Be it lawful I love thee as thou lov’st those,<br/>
 Whom thine eyes woo as mine importune thee,<br/>
 Root pity in thy heart that when it grows,<br/>
 Thy pity may deserve to pitied be.<br/>
-  If thou dost seek to have what thou dost hide,<br/>
-  By self-example mayst thou be denied.<br/><br/>
+    If thou dost seek to have what thou dost hide,<br/>
+    By self-example mayst thou be denied.<br/><br/>
 </p>
 
 <p>                    <b>143</b><br/><br/>
@@ -2717,13 +2717,13 @@ In pursuit of the thing she would have stay:<br/>
 Whilst her neglected child holds her in chase,<br/>
 Cries to catch her whose busy care is bent,<br/>
 To follow that which flies before her face:<br/>
-Not prizing her poor infant&rsquo;s discontent;<br/>
-So run&rsquo;st thou after that which flies from thee,<br/>
+Not prizing her poor infant’s discontent;<br/>
+So run’st thou after that which flies from thee,<br/>
 Whilst I thy babe chase thee afar behind,<br/>
 But if thou catch thy hope turn back to me:<br/>
-And play the mother&rsquo;s part, kiss me, be kind.<br/>
-  So will I pray that thou mayst have thy Will,<br/>
-  If thou turn back and my loud crying still.<br/><br/>
+And play the mother’s part, kiss me, be kind.<br/>
+    So will I pray that thou mayst have thy Will,<br/>
+    If thou turn back and my loud crying still.<br/><br/>
 </p>
 
 <p>                    <b>144</b><br/><br/>
@@ -2738,26 +2738,26 @@ Wooing his purity with her foul pride.<br/>
 And whether that my angel be turned fiend,<br/>
 Suspect I may, yet not directly tell,<br/>
 But being both from me both to each friend,<br/>
-I guess one angel in another&rsquo;s hell.<br/>
-  Yet this shall I ne&rsquo;er know but live in doubt,<br/>
-  Till my bad angel fire my good one out.<br/><br/>
+I guess one angel in another’s hell.<br/>
+    Yet this shall I ne’er know but live in doubt,<br/>
+    Till my bad angel fire my good one out.<br/><br/>
 </p>
 
 <p>                    <b>145</b><br/><br/>
-Those lips that Love&rsquo;s own hand did make,<br/>
-Breathed forth the sound that said &lsquo;I hate&rsquo;,<br/>
+Those lips that Love’s own hand did make,<br/>
+Breathed forth the sound that said ‘I hate’,<br/>
 To me that languished for her sake:<br/>
 But when she saw my woeful state,<br/>
 Straight in her heart did mercy come,<br/>
 Chiding that tongue that ever sweet,<br/>
 Was used in giving gentle doom:<br/>
 And taught it thus anew to greet:<br/>
-&lsquo;I hate&rsquo; she altered with an end,<br/>
+‘I hate’ she altered with an end,<br/>
 That followed it as gentle day,<br/>
 Doth follow night who like a fiend<br/>
 From heaven to hell is flown away.<br/>
-  &lsquo;I hate&rsquo;, from hate away she threw,<br/>
-  And saved my life saying &lsquo;not you&rsquo;.<br/><br/>
+    ‘I hate’, from hate away she threw,<br/>
+    And saved my life saying ‘not you’.<br/><br/>
 </p>
 
 <p>                    <b>146</b><br/><br/>
@@ -2768,30 +2768,30 @@ Painting thy outward walls so costly gay?<br/>
 Why so large cost having so short a lease,<br/>
 Dost thou upon thy fading mansion spend?<br/>
 Shall worms inheritors of this excess<br/>
-Eat up thy charge? is this thy body&rsquo;s end?<br/>
-Then soul live thou upon thy servant&rsquo;s loss,<br/>
+Eat up thy charge? is this thy body’s end?<br/>
+Then soul live thou upon thy servant’s loss,<br/>
 And let that pine to aggravate thy store;<br/>
 Buy terms divine in selling hours of dross;<br/>
 Within be fed, without be rich no more,<br/>
-  So shall thou feed on death, that feeds on men,<br/>
-  And death once dead, there&rsquo;s no more dying then.<br/><br/>
+    So shall thou feed on death, that feeds on men,<br/>
+    And death once dead, there’s no more dying then.<br/><br/>
 </p>
 
 <p>                    <b>147</b><br/><br/>
 My love is as a fever longing still,<br/>
 For that which longer nurseth the disease,<br/>
 Feeding on that which doth preserve the ill,<br/>
-Th&rsquo; uncertain sickly appetite to please:<br/>
+Th’ uncertain sickly appetite to please:<br/>
 My reason the physician to my love,<br/>
 Angry that his prescriptions are not kept<br/>
 Hath left me, and I desperate now approve,<br/>
 Desire is death, which physic did except.<br/>
 Past cure I am, now reason is past care,<br/>
 And frantic-mad with evermore unrest,<br/>
-My thoughts and my discourse as mad men&rsquo;s are,<br/>
+My thoughts and my discourse as mad men’s are,<br/>
 At random from the truth vainly expressed.<br/>
-  For I have sworn thee fair, and thought thee bright,<br/>
-  Who art as black as hell, as dark as night.<br/><br/>
+    For I have sworn thee fair, and thought thee bright,<br/>
+    Who art as black as hell, as dark as night.<br/><br/>
 </p>
 
 <p>                    <b>148</b><br/><br/>
@@ -2802,13 +2802,13 @@ That censures falsely what they see aright?<br/>
 If that be fair whereon my false eyes dote,<br/>
 What means the world to say it is not so?<br/>
 If it be not, then love doth well denote,<br/>
-Love&rsquo;s eye is not so true as all men&rsquo;s: no,<br/>
-How can it? O how can love&rsquo;s eye be true,<br/>
+Love’s eye is not so true as all men’s: no,<br/>
+How can it? O how can love’s eye be true,<br/>
 That is so vexed with watching and with tears?<br/>
 No marvel then though I mistake my view,<br/>
 The sun it self sees not, till heaven clears.<br/>
-  O cunning love, with tears thou keep&rsquo;st me blind,<br/>
-  Lest eyes well-seeing thy foul faults should find.<br/><br/>
+    O cunning love, with tears thou keep’st me blind,<br/>
+    Lest eyes well-seeing thy foul faults should find.<br/><br/>
 </p>
 
 <p>                    <b>149</b><br/><br/>
@@ -2817,15 +2817,15 @@ When I against my self with thee partake?<br/>
 Do I not think on thee when I forgot<br/>
 Am of my self, all-tyrant, for thy sake?<br/>
 Who hateth thee that I do call my friend,<br/>
-On whom frown&rsquo;st thou that I do fawn upon,<br/>
-Nay if thou lour&rsquo;st on me do I not spend<br/>
+On whom frown’st thou that I do fawn upon,<br/>
+Nay if thou lour’st on me do I not spend<br/>
 Revenge upon my self with present moan?<br/>
 What merit do I in my self respect,<br/>
 That is so proud thy service to despise,<br/>
 When all my best doth worship thy defect,<br/>
 Commanded by the motion of thine eyes?<br/>
-  But love hate on for now I know thy mind,<br/>
-  Those that can see thou lov&rsquo;st, and I am blind.<br/><br/>
+    But love hate on for now I know thy mind,<br/>
+    Those that can see thou lov’st, and I am blind.<br/><br/>
 </p>
 
 <p>                    <b>150</b><br/><br/>
@@ -2841,8 +2841,8 @@ Who taught thee how to make me love thee more,<br/>
 The more I hear and see just cause of hate?<br/>
 O though I love what others do abhor,<br/>
 With others thou shouldst not abhor my state.<br/>
-  If thy unworthiness raised love in me,<br/>
-  More worthy I to be beloved of thee.<br/><br/>
+    If thy unworthiness raised love in me,<br/>
+    More worthy I to be beloved of thee.<br/><br/>
 </p>
 
 <p>                    <b>151</b><br/><br/>
@@ -2851,23 +2851,23 @@ Yet who knows not conscience is born of love?<br/>
 Then gentle cheater urge not my amiss,<br/>
 Lest guilty of my faults thy sweet self prove.<br/>
 For thou betraying me, I do betray<br/>
-My nobler part to my gross body&rsquo;s treason,<br/>
+My nobler part to my gross body’s treason,<br/>
 My soul doth tell my body that he may,<br/>
 Triumph in love, flesh stays no farther reason,<br/>
 But rising at thy name doth point out thee,<br/>
 As his triumphant prize, proud of this pride,<br/>
 He is contented thy poor drudge to be,<br/>
 To stand in thy affairs, fall by thy side.<br/>
-  No want of conscience hold it that I call,<br/>
-  Her love, for whose dear love I rise and fall.<br/><br/>
+    No want of conscience hold it that I call,<br/>
+    Her love, for whose dear love I rise and fall.<br/><br/>
 </p>
 
 <p>                    <b>152</b><br/><br/>
-In loving thee thou know&rsquo;st I am forsworn,<br/>
+In loving thee thou know’st I am forsworn,<br/>
 But thou art twice forsworn to me love swearing,<br/>
 In act thy bed-vow broke and new faith torn,<br/>
 In vowing new hate after new love bearing:<br/>
-But why of two oaths&rsquo; breach do I accuse thee,<br/>
+But why of two oaths’ breach do I accuse thee,<br/>
 When I break twenty? I am perjured most,<br/>
 For all my vows are oaths but to misuse thee:<br/>
 And all my honest faith in thee is lost.<br/>
@@ -2875,25 +2875,25 @@ For I have sworn deep oaths of thy deep kindness:<br/>
 Oaths of thy love, thy truth, thy constancy,<br/>
 And to enlighten thee gave eyes to blindness,<br/>
 Or made them swear against the thing they see.<br/>
-  For I have sworn thee fair: more perjured I,<br/>
-  To swear against the truth so foul a lie.<br/><br/>
+    For I have sworn thee fair: more perjured I,<br/>
+    To swear against the truth so foul a lie.<br/><br/>
 </p>
 
 <p>                    <b>153</b><br/><br/>
 Cupid laid by his brand and fell asleep,<br/>
-A maid of Dian&rsquo;s this advantage found,<br/>
+A maid of Dian’s this advantage found,<br/>
 And his love-kindling fire did quickly steep<br/>
 In a cold valley-fountain of that ground:<br/>
 Which borrowed from this holy fire of Love,<br/>
 A dateless lively heat still to endure,<br/>
 And grew a seeting bath which yet men prove,<br/>
 Against strange maladies a sovereign cure:<br/>
-But at my mistress&rsquo; eye Love&rsquo;s brand new-fired,<br/>
+But at my mistress’ eye Love’s brand new-fired,<br/>
 The boy for trial needs would touch my breast,<br/>
 I sick withal the help of bath desired,<br/>
 And thither hied a sad distempered guest.<br/>
-  But found no cure, the bath for my help lies,<br/>
-  Where Cupid got new fire; my mistress&rsquo; eyes.<br/><br/>
+    But found no cure, the bath for my help lies,<br/>
+    Where Cupid got new fire; my mistress’ eyes.<br/><br/>
 </p>
 
 <p>                    <b>154</b><br/><br/>
@@ -2906,11 +2906,11 @@ Which many legions of true hearts had warmed,<br/>
 And so the general of hot desire,<br/>
 Was sleeping by a virgin hand disarmed.<br/>
 This brand she quenched in a cool well by,<br/>
-Which from Love&rsquo;s fire took heat perpetual,<br/>
+Which from Love’s fire took heat perpetual,<br/>
 Growing a bath and healthful remedy,<br/>
-For men discased, but I my mistress&rsquo; thrall,<br/>
-  Came there for cure and this by that I prove,<br/>
-  Love&rsquo;s fire heats water, water cools not love.<br/><br/>
+For men diseased; but I, my mistress’ thrall,<br/>
+    Came there for cure and this by that I prove,<br/>
+    Love’s fire heats water, water cools not love.<br/><br/>
 </p>
 
 <h4>THE END</h4>
@@ -57612,6 +57612,10 @@ too, I will bid you good night.
 
 <hr />
 
+</div><!--end chapter-->
+
+<div class="chapter">
+
 <h3>Contents</h3>
 
 <table summary="" style="">
@@ -69625,10 +69629,10 @@ But I will rule both her, the King, and realm.
 
 <hr />
 
-<div class="chapter">
-
 </div><!--end chapter-->
 
+<div class="chapter">
+
 <h3>Contents</h3>
 
 <table summary="" style="">
@@ -76599,3463 +76603,6965 @@ And more such days as these to us befall!
 
 <h2><a name="chap14"></a>THE THIRD PART OF KING HENRY THE SIXTH</h2>
 
-<h4>DRAMATIS PERSONAE</h4>
+<hr />
 
-<p>  KING HENRY THE SIXTH<br/>
-  EDWARD, PRINCE OF WALES, his son<br/>
-  LEWIS XI, King of France           DUKE OF SOMERSET<br/>
-  DUKE OF EXETER                     EARL OF OXFORD<br/>
-  EARL OF NORTHUMBERLAND             EARL OF WESTMORELAND<br/>
-  LORD CLIFFORD<br/>
-  RICHARD PLANTAGENET, DUKE OF YORK<br/>
-  EDWARD, EARL OF MARCH, afterwards KING EDWARD IV, his son<br/>
-  EDMUND, EARL OF RUTLAND, his son<br/>
-  GEORGE, afterwards DUKE OF CLARENCE, his son<br/>
-  RICHARD, afterwards DUKE OF GLOUCESTER, his son<br/>
-  DUKE OF NORFOLK                    MARQUIS OF MONTAGUE<br/>
-  EARL OF WARWICK                    EARL OF PEMBROKE<br/>
-  LORD HASTINGS                      LORD STAFFORD<br/>
-  SIR JOHN MORTIMER, uncle to the Duke of York<br/>
-  SIR HUGH MORTIMER, uncle to the Duke of York<br/>
-  HENRY, EARL OF RICHMOND, a youth<br/>
-  LORD RIVERS, brother to Lady Grey<br/>
-  SIR WILLIAM STANLEY                SIR JOHN MONTGOMERY<br/>
-  SIR JOHN SOMERVILLE                TUTOR, to Rutland<br/>
-  MAYOR OF YORK                      LIEUTENANT OF THE TOWER<br/>
-  A NOBLEMAN                         TWO KEEPERS<br/>
-  A HUNTSMAN<br/>
-  A SON that has killed his father<br/>
-  A FATHER that has killed his son<br/>
-</p>
-
-<p>  QUEEN MARGARET<br/>
-  LADY GREY, afterwards QUEEN to Edward IV<br/>
-  BONA, sister to the French Queen<br/>
-</p>
-
-<p>  Soldiers, Attendants, Messengers, Watchmen, etc.</p>
+</div><!--end chapter-->
 
-<h4>SCENE:
-England and France</h4>
+<div class="chapter">
 
-<h4>ACT I. SCENE I.
-London. The Parliament House</h4>
-
-<p>Alarum. Enter DUKE OF YORK, EDWARD, RICHARD, NORFOLK, MONTAGUE, WARWICK,
-and soldiers, with white roses in their hats</p>
-
-<p>  WARWICK. I wonder how the King escap'd our hands.<br/>
-  YORK. While we pursu'd the horsemen of the north,<br/>
-    He slily stole away and left his men;<br/>
-    Whereat the great Lord of Northumberland,<br/>
-    Whose warlike ears could never brook retreat,<br/>
-    Cheer'd up the drooping army, and himself,<br/>
-    Lord Clifford, and Lord Stafford, all abreast,<br/>
-    Charg'd our main battle's front, and, breaking in,<br/>
-    Were by the swords of common soldiers slain.<br/>
-  EDWARD. Lord Stafford's father, Duke of Buckingham,<br/>
-    Is either slain or wounded dangerous;<br/>
-    I cleft his beaver with a downright blow.<br/>
-    That this is true, father, behold his blood.<br/>
-  MONTAGUE. And, brother, here's the Earl of Wiltshire's blood,<br/>
-    Whom I encount'red as the battles join'd.<br/>
-  RICHARD. Speak thou for me, and tell them what I did.<br/>
-                                 [Throwing down SOMERSET'S head]<br/>
-  YORK. Richard hath best deserv'd of all my sons.<br/>
-    But is your Grace dead, my Lord of Somerset?<br/>
-  NORFOLK. Such hope have all the line of John of Gaunt!<br/>
-  RICHARD. Thus do I hope to shake King Henry's head.<br/>
-  WARWICK. And so do I. Victorious Prince of York,<br/>
-    Before I see thee seated in that throne<br/>
-    Which now the house of Lancaster usurps,<br/>
-    I vow by heaven these eyes shall never close.<br/>
-    This is the palace of the fearful King,<br/>
-    And this the regal seat. Possess it, York;<br/>
-    For this is thine, and not King Henry's heirs'.<br/>
-  YORK. Assist me then, sweet Warwick, and I will;<br/>
-    For hither we have broken in by force.<br/>
-  NORFOLK. We'll all assist you; he that flies shall die.<br/>
-  YORK. Thanks, gentle Norfolk. Stay by me, my lords;<br/>
-    And, soldiers, stay and lodge by me this night.<br/>
-                                                    [They go up]<br/>
-  WARWICK. And when the King comes, offer him no violence.<br/>
-    Unless he seek to thrust you out perforce.<br/>
-  YORK. The Queen this day here holds her parliament,<br/>
-    But little thinks we shall be of her council.<br/>
-    By words or blows here let us win our right.<br/>
-  RICHARD. Arm'd as we are, let's stay within this house.<br/>
-  WARWICK. The bloody parliament shall this be call'd,<br/>
-    Unless Plantagenet, Duke of York, be King,<br/>
-    And bashful Henry depos'd, whose cowardice<br/>
-    Hath made us by-words to our enemies.<br/>
-  YORK. Then leave me not, my lords; be resolute:<br/>
-    I mean to take possession of my right.<br/>
-  WARWICK. Neither the King, nor he that loves him best,<br/>
-    The proudest he that holds up Lancaster,<br/>
-    Dares stir a wing if Warwick shake his bells.<br/>
-    I'll plant Plantagenet, root him up who dares.<br/>
-    Resolve thee, Richard; claim the English crown.<br/>
-                                      [YORK occupies the throne]<br/>
-</p>
-
-<p>       Flourish. Enter KING HENRY, CLIFFORD, NORTHUMBERLAND,<br/>
-        WESTMORELAND, EXETER, and others, with red roses in<br/>
-                            their hats<br/>
-</p>
-
-<p>  KING HENRY. My lords, look where the sturdy rebel sits,<br/>
-    Even in the chair of state! Belike he means,<br/>
-    Back'd by the power of Warwick, that false peer,<br/>
-    To aspire unto the crown and reign as king.<br/>
-    Earl of Northumberland, he slew thy father;<br/>
-    And thine, Lord Clifford; and you both have vow'd revenge<br/>
-    On him, his sons, his favourites, and his friends.<br/>
-  NORTHUMBERLAND. If I be not, heavens be reveng'd on me!<br/>
-  CLIFFORD. The hope thereof makes Clifford mourn in steel.<br/>
-  WESTMORELAND. What, shall we suffer this? Let's pluck him down;<br/>
-    My heart for anger burns; I cannot brook it.<br/>
-  KING HENRY. Be patient, gentle Earl of Westmoreland.<br/>
-  CLIFFORD. Patience is for poltroons such as he;<br/>
-    He durst not sit there had your father liv'd.<br/>
-    My gracious lord, here in the parliament<br/>
-    Let us assail the family of York.<br/>
-  NORTHUMBERLAND. Well hast thou spoken, cousin; be it so.<br/>
-  KING HENRY. Ah, know you not the city favours them,<br/>
-    And they have troops of soldiers at their beck?<br/>
-  EXETER. But when the Duke is slain they'll quickly fly.<br/>
-  KING HENRY. Far be the thought of this from Henry's heart,<br/>
-    To make a shambles of the parliament house!<br/>
-    Cousin of Exeter, frowns, words, and threats,<br/>
-    Shall be the war that Henry means to use.<br/>
-    Thou factious Duke of York, descend my throne<br/>
-    And kneel for grace and mercy at my feet;<br/>
-    I am thy sovereign.<br/>
-  YORK. I am thine.<br/>
-  EXETER. For shame, come down; he made thee Duke of York.<br/>
-  YORK. 'Twas my inheritance, as the earldom was.<br/>
-  EXETER. Thy father was a traitor to the crown.<br/>
-  WARWICK. Exeter, thou art a traitor to the crown<br/>
-    In following this usurping Henry.<br/>
-  CLIFFORD. Whom should he follow but his natural king?<br/>
-  WARWICK. True, Clifford; and that's Richard Duke of York.<br/>
-  KING HENRY. And shall I stand, and thou sit in my throne?<br/>
-  YORK. It must and shall be so; content thyself.<br/>
-  WARWICK. Be Duke of Lancaster; let him be King.<br/>
-  WESTMORELAND. He is both King and Duke of Lancaster;<br/>
-    And that the Lord of Westmoreland shall maintain.<br/>
-  WARWICK. And Warwick shall disprove it. You forget<br/>
-    That we are those which chas'd you from the field,<br/>
-    And slew your fathers, and with colours spread<br/>
-    March'd through the city to the palace gates.<br/>
-  NORTHUMBERLAND. Yes, Warwick, I remember it to my grief;<br/>
-    And, by his soul, thou and thy house shall rue it.<br/>
-  WESTMORELAND. Plantagenet, of thee, and these thy sons,<br/>
-    Thy kinsmen, and thy friends, I'll have more lives<br/>
-    Than drops of blood were in my father's veins.<br/>
-  CLIFFORD. Urge it no more; lest that instead of words<br/>
-    I send thee, Warwick, such a messenger<br/>
-    As shall revenge his death before I stir.<br/>
-  WARWICK. Poor Clifford, how I scorn his worthless threats!<br/>
-  YORK. Will you we show our title to the crown?<br/>
-    If not, our swords shall plead it in the field.<br/>
-  KING HENRY. What title hast thou, traitor, to the crown?<br/>
-    Thy father was, as thou art, Duke of York;<br/>
-    Thy grandfather, Roger Mortimer, Earl of March:<br/>
-    I am the son of Henry the Fifth,<br/>
-    Who made the Dauphin and the French to stoop,<br/>
-    And seiz'd upon their towns and provinces.<br/>
-  WARWICK. Talk not of France, sith thou hast lost it all.<br/>
-  KING HENRY. The Lord Protector lost it, and not I:<br/>
-    When I was crown'd, I was but nine months old.<br/>
-  RICHARD. You are old enough now, and yet methinks you lose.<br/>
-    Father, tear the crown from the usurper's head.<br/>
-  EDWARD. Sweet father, do so; set it on your head.<br/>
-  MONTAGUE. Good brother, as thou lov'st and honourest arms,<br/>
-    Let's fight it out and not stand cavilling thus.<br/>
-  RICHARD. Sound drums and trumpets, and the King will fly.<br/>
-  YORK. Sons, peace!<br/>
-  KING HENRY. Peace thou! and give King Henry leave to speak.<br/>
-  WARWICK. Plantagenet shall speak first. Hear him, lords;<br/>
-    And be you silent and attentive too,<br/>
-    For he that interrupts him shall not live.<br/>
-  KING HENRY. Think'st thou that I will leave my kingly throne,<br/>
-    Wherein my grandsire and my father sat?<br/>
-    No; first shall war unpeople this my realm;<br/>
-    Ay, and their colours, often borne in France,<br/>
-    And now in England to our heart's great sorrow,<br/>
-    Shall be my winding-sheet. Why faint you, lords?<br/>
-    My title's good, and better far than his.<br/>
-  WARWICK. Prove it, Henry, and thou shalt be King.<br/>
-  KING HENRY. Henry the Fourth by conquest got the crown.<br/>
-  YORK. 'Twas by rebellion against his king.<br/>
-  KING HENRY. [Aside] I know not what to say; my title's weak.-<br/>
-    Tell me, may not a king adopt an heir?<br/>
-  YORK. What then?<br/>
-  KING HENRY. An if he may, then am I lawful King;<br/>
-    For Richard, in the view of many lords,<br/>
-    Resign'd the crown to Henry the Fourth,<br/>
-    Whose heir my father was, and I am his.<br/>
-  YORK. He rose against him, being his sovereign,<br/>
-    And made him to resign his crown perforce.<br/>
-  WARWICK. Suppose, my lords, he did it unconstrain'd,<br/>
-    Think you 'twere prejudicial to his crown?<br/>
-  EXETER. No; for he could not so resign his crown<br/>
-    But that the next heir should succeed and reign.<br/>
-  KING HENRY. Art thou against us, Duke of Exeter?<br/>
-  EXETER. His is the right, and therefore pardon me.<br/>
-  YORK. Why whisper you, my lords, and answer not?<br/>
-  EXETER. My conscience tells me he is lawful King.<br/>
-  KING HENRY. [Aside] All will revolt from me, and turn to him.<br/>
-  NORTHUMBERLAND. Plantagenet, for all the claim thou lay'st,<br/>
-    Think not that Henry shall be so depos'd.<br/>
-  WARWICK. Depos'd he shall be, in despite of all.<br/>
-  NORTHUMBERLAND. Thou art deceiv'd. 'Tis not thy southern power<br/>
-    Of Essex, Norfolk, Suffolk, nor of Kent,<br/>
-    Which makes thee thus presumptuous and proud,<br/>
-    Can set the Duke up in despite of me.<br/>
-  CLIFFORD. King Henry, be thy title right or wrong,<br/>
-    Lord Clifford vows to fight in thy defence.<br/>
-    May that ground gape, and swallow me alive,<br/>
-    Where I shall kneel to him that slew my father!<br/>
-  KING HENRY. O Clifford, how thy words revive my heart!<br/>
-  YORK. Henry of Lancaster, resign thy crown.<br/>
-    What mutter you, or what conspire you, lords?<br/>
-  WARWICK. Do right unto this princely Duke of York;<br/>
-    Or I will fill the house with armed men,<br/>
-    And over the chair of state, where now he sits,<br/>
-    Write up his title with usurping blood.<br/>
-                                [He stamps with his foot and the<br/>
-                                       soldiers show themselves]<br/>
-  KING HENRY. My Lord of Warwick, hear but one word:<br/>
-    Let me for this my life-time reign as king.<br/>
-  YORK. Confirm the crown to me and to mine heirs,<br/>
-    And thou shalt reign in quiet while thou liv'st.<br/>
-  KING HENRY. I am content. Richard Plantagenet,<br/>
-    Enjoy the kingdom after my decease.<br/>
-  CLIFFORD. What wrong is this unto the Prince your son!<br/>
-  WARWICK. What good is this to England and himself!<br/>
-  WESTMORELAND. Base, fearful, and despairing Henry!<br/>
-  CLIFFORD. How hast thou injur'd both thyself and or us!<br/>
-  WESTMORELAND. I cannot stay to hear these articles.<br/>
-  NORTHUMBERLAND. Nor I.<br/>
-  CLIFFORD. Come, cousin, let us tell the Queen these news.<br/>
-  WESTMORELAND. Farewell, faint-hearted and degenerate king,<br/>
-    In whose cold blood no spark of honour bides.<br/>
-  NORTHUMBERLAND. Be thou a prey unto the house of York<br/>
-    And die in bands for this unmanly deed!<br/>
-  CLIFFORD. In dreadful war mayst thou be overcome,<br/>
-    Or live in peace abandon'd and despis'd!<br/>
-                                Exeunt NORTHUMBERLAND, CLIFFORD,<br/>
-                                                and WESTMORELAND<br/>
-  WARWICK. Turn this way, Henry, and regard them not.<br/>
-  EXETER. They seek revenge, and therefore will not yield.<br/>
-  KING HENRY. Ah, Exeter!<br/>
-  WARWICK. Why should you sigh, my lord?<br/>
-  KING HENRY. Not for myself, Lord Warwick, but my son,<br/>
-    Whom I unnaturally shall disinherit.<br/>
-    But be it as it may. [To YORK] I here entail<br/>
-    The crown to thee and to thine heirs for ever;<br/>
-    Conditionally, that here thou take an oath<br/>
-    To cease this civil war, and, whilst I live,<br/>
-    To honour me as thy king and sovereign,<br/>
-    And neither by treason nor hostility<br/>
-    To seek to put me down and reign thyself.<br/>
-  YORK. This oath I willingly take, and will perform.<br/>
-                                        [Coming from the throne]<br/>
-  WARWICK. Long live King Henry! Plantagenet, embrace him.<br/>
-  KING HENRY. And long live thou, and these thy forward sons!<br/>
-  YORK. Now York and Lancaster are reconcil'd.<br/>
-  EXETER. Accurs'd be he that seeks to make them foes!<br/>
-                                   [Sennet. Here they come down]<br/>
-  YORK. Farewell, my gracious lord; I'll to my castle.<br/>
-  WARWICK. And I'll keep London with my soldiers.<br/>
-  NORFOLK. And I to Norfolk with my followers.<br/>
-  MONTAGUE. And I unto the sea, from whence I came.<br/>
-                                             Exeunt the YORKISTS<br/>
-  KING HENRY. And I, with grief and sorrow, to the court.<br/>
-</p>
-
-<p>            Enter QUEEN MARGARET and the PRINCE OF WALES</p>
-
-<p>  EXETER. Here comes the Queen, whose looks bewray her anger.<br/>
-    I'll steal away.<br/>
-  KING HENRY. Exeter, so will I.<br/>
-  QUEEN MARGARET. Nay, go not from me; I will follow thee.<br/>
-  KING HENRY. Be patient, gentle queen, and I will stay.<br/>
-  QUEEN MARGARET. Who can be patient in such extremes?<br/>
-    Ah, wretched man! Would I had died a maid,<br/>
-    And never seen thee, never borne thee son,<br/>
-    Seeing thou hast prov'd so unnatural a father!<br/>
-    Hath he deserv'd to lose his birthright thus?<br/>
-    Hadst thou but lov'd him half so well as I,<br/>
-    Or felt that pain which I did for him once,<br/>
-    Or nourish'd him as I did with my blood,<br/>
-    Thou wouldst have left thy dearest heart-blood there<br/>
-    Rather than have made that savage duke thine heir,<br/>
-    And disinherited thine only son.<br/>
-  PRINCE OF WALES. Father, you cannot disinherit me.<br/>
-    If you be King, why should not I succeed?<br/>
-  KING HENRY. Pardon me, Margaret; pardon me, sweet son.<br/>
-    The Earl of Warwick and the Duke enforc'd me.<br/>
-  QUEEN MARGARET. Enforc'd thee! Art thou King and wilt be<br/>
-      forc'd?<br/>
-    I shame to hear thee speak. Ah, timorous wretch!<br/>
-    Thou hast undone thyself, thy son, and me;<br/>
-    And giv'n unto the house of York such head<br/>
-    As thou shalt reign but by their sufferance.<br/>
-    To entail him and his heirs unto the crown,<br/>
-    What is it but to make thy sepulchre<br/>
-    And creep into it far before thy time?<br/>
-    Warwick is Chancellor and the lord of Calais;<br/>
-    Stern Falconbridge commands the narrow seas;<br/>
-    The Duke is made Protector of the realm;<br/>
-    And yet shalt thou be safe? Such safety finds<br/>
-    The trembling lamb environed with wolves.<br/>
-    Had I been there, which am a silly woman,<br/>
-    The soldiers should have toss'd me on their pikes<br/>
-    Before I would have granted to that act.<br/>
-    But thou prefer'st thy life before thine honour;<br/>
-    And seeing thou dost, I here divorce myself,<br/>
-    Both from thy table, Henry, and thy bed,<br/>
-    Until that act of parliament be repeal'd<br/>
-    Whereby my son is disinherited.<br/>
-    The northern lords that have forsworn thy colours<br/>
-    Will follow mine, if once they see them spread;<br/>
-    And spread they shall be, to thy foul disgrace<br/>
-    And utter ruin of the house of York.<br/>
-    Thus do I leave thee. Come, son, let's away;<br/>
-    Our army is ready; come, we'll after them.<br/>
-  KING HENRY. Stay, gentle Margaret, and hear me speak.<br/>
-  QUEEN MARGARET. Thou hast spoke too much already; get thee gone.<br/>
-  KING HENRY. Gentle son Edward, thou wilt stay with me?<br/>
-  QUEEN MARGARET. Ay, to be murder'd by his enemies.<br/>
-  PRINCE OF WALES. When I return with victory from the field<br/>
-    I'll see your Grace; till then I'll follow her.<br/>
-  QUEEN MARGARET. Come, son, away; we may not linger thus.<br/>
-                            Exeunt QUEEN MARGARET and the PRINCE<br/>
-  KING HENRY. Poor queen! How love to me and to her son<br/>
-    Hath made her break out into terms of rage!<br/>
-    Reveng'd may she be on that hateful Duke,<br/>
-    Whose haughty spirit, winged with desire,<br/>
-    Will cost my crown, and like an empty eagle<br/>
-    Tire on the flesh of me and of my son!<br/>
-    The loss of those three lords torments my heart.<br/>
-    I'll write unto them, and entreat them fair;<br/>
-    Come, cousin, you shall be the messenger.<br/>
-  EXETER. And I, I hope, shall reconcile them all.        Exeunt<br/>
+<h2>Contents</h2>
+
+<table summary="" style="">
+
+<tr>
+<td> ACT I</td>
+</tr>
+
+<tr>
+<td> <a href="#sceneI_14.1">Scene I. London. The Parliament House</a></td>
+</tr>
+
+<tr>
+<td> <a href="#sceneI_14.2">Scene II. Sandal Castle</a></td>
+</tr>
+
+<tr>
+<td> <a href="#sceneI_14.3">Scene III. Plains near Sandal Castle</a></td>
+</tr>
+
+<tr>
+<td> <a href="#sceneI_14.4">Scene IV. The Same</a><br/><br/></td>
+</tr>
+
+<tr>
+<td> ACT II</td>
+</tr>
+
+<tr>
+<td> <a href="#sceneII_14.1">Scene I. A plain near Mortimer’s Cross in Herefordshire</a></td>
+</tr>
+
+<tr>
+<td> <a href="#sceneII_14.2">Scene II. Before York</a></td>
+</tr>
+
+<tr>
+<td> <a href="#sceneII_14.3">Scene III. A field of battle between Towton and Saxton, in Yorkshire</a></td>
+</tr>
+
+<tr>
+<td> <a href="#sceneII_14.4">Scene IV. Another Part of the Field</a></td>
+</tr>
+
+<tr>
+<td> <a href="#sceneII_14.5">Scene V. Another Part of the Field</a></td>
+</tr>
+
+<tr>
+<td> <a href="#sceneII_14.6">Scene VI. Another Part of the Field</a><br/><br/></td>
+</tr>
+
+<tr>
+<td> ACT III</td>
+</tr>
+
+<tr>
+<td> <a href="#sceneIII_14.1">Scene I. A Forest in the North of England</a></td>
+</tr>
+
+<tr>
+<td> <a href="#sceneIII_14.2">Scene II. The Palace</a></td>
+</tr>
+
+<tr>
+<td> <a href="#sceneIII_14.3">Scene III. France. The King’s Palace</a><br/><br/></td>
+</tr>
+
+<tr>
+<td> ACT IV</td>
+</tr>
+
+<tr>
+<td> <a href="#sceneIV_14.1">Scene I. London. The Palace</a></td>
+</tr>
+
+<tr>
+<td> <a href="#sceneIV_14.2">Scene II. A Plain in Warwickshire</a></td>
+</tr>
+
+<tr>
+<td> <a href="#sceneIV_14.3">Scene III. Edward’s Camp near Warwick</a></td>
+</tr>
+
+<tr>
+<td> <a href="#sceneIV_14.4">Scene IV. London. The Palace</a></td>
+</tr>
+
+<tr>
+<td> <a href="#sceneIV_14.5">Scene V. A park near Middleham Castle in Yorkshire</a></td>
+</tr>
+
+<tr>
+<td> <a href="#sceneIV_14.6">Scene VI. London. The Tower</a></td>
+</tr>
+
+<tr>
+<td> <a href="#sceneIV_14.7">Scene VII. Before York</a></td>
+</tr>
+
+<tr>
+<td> <a href="#sceneIV_14.8">Scene VIII. London. The Palace</a><br/><br/></td>
+</tr>
+
+<tr>
+<td> ACT V</td>
+</tr>
+
+<tr>
+<td> <a href="#sceneV_14.1">Scene I. Coventry</a></td>
+</tr>
+
+<tr>
+<td> <a href="#sceneV_14.2">Scene II. A Field of Battle near Barnet</a></td>
+</tr>
+
+<tr>
+<td> <a href="#sceneV_14.3">Scene III. Another Part of the Field</a></td>
+</tr>
+
+<tr>
+<td> <a href="#sceneV_14.4">Scene IV. Plains near Tewkesbury</a></td>
+</tr>
+
+<tr>
+<td> <a href="#sceneV_14.5">Scene V. Another part of the Field</a></td>
+</tr>
+
+<tr>
+<td> <a href="#sceneV_14.6">Scene VI. London. The Tower</a></td>
+</tr>
+
+<tr>
+<td> <a href="#sceneV_14.7">Scene VII. London. The Palace</a></td>
+</tr>
+
+</table>
+
+</div><!--end chapter-->
+
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<h2>Dramatis Personæ</h2>
+
+<p class="drama">
+KING HENRY the Sixth<br/>
+QUEEN MARGARET<br/>
+PRINCE EDWARD, Prince of Wales, his son<br/>
+DUKE OF SOMERSET<br/>
+DUKE OF EXETER<br/>
+EARL OF OXFORD<br/>
+EARL OF NORTHUMBERLAND<br/>
+EARL OF WESTMORELAND<br/>
+LORD CLIFFORD<br/>
+RICHARD PLANTAGENET, Duke of York<br/>
+EDWARD, Earl of March, afterwards King Edward IV., his son<br/>
+GEORGE, afterwards Duke of Clarence, his son<br/>
+RICHARD, afterwards Duke of Gloucester, his son<br/>
+EDMUND, Earl of Rutland, his son<br/>
+DUKE OF NORFOLK<br/>
+MARQUESS OF MONTAGUE<br/>
+EARL OF WARWICK<br/>
+EARL OF PEMBROKE<br/>
+LORD HASTINGS<br/>
+LORD STAFFORD<br/>
+SIR JOHN MORTIMER, uncle to the Duke of York<br/>
+SIR HUGH MORTIMER, uncle to the Duke of York<br/>
+LADY GREY, afterwards Queen Elizabeth to Edward IV<br/>
+EARL RIVERS, brother to Lady Grey<br/>
+HENRY, Earl of Richmond, a youth<br/>
+SIR WILLIAM STANLEY<br/>
+SIR JOHN MONTGOMERY<br/>
+SIR JOHN SOMERVILLE<br/>
+KING LEWIS the Eleventh, King of France<br/>
+BONA, sister to the French Queen<br/>
+Tutor to Rutland<br/>
+Mayor of York<br/>
+Lieutenant of the Tower<br/>
+A Nobleman<br/>
+Two Keepers<br/>
+A Huntsman<br/>
+A Son that has killed his father<br/>
+A Father that has killed his son
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+Soldiers, Attendants, Messengers, Watchmen, etc.
+</p>
+
+<h3><b>SCENE: England and France</b></h3>
+
+</div><!--end chapter-->
+
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<h2><a name="sceneI_14.1"></a>ACT I</h2>
+
+<h3><b>SCENE I. London. The Parliament House</b></h3>
+
+<p class="scenedesc">Alarum. Enter <span class="charname">Duke of York, Edward,
+Richard, Norfolk, Montague, Warwick</span> and Soldiers, all wearing the white
+rose.
 </p>
 
-<h4>SCENE II.
-Sandal Castle, near Wakefield, in Yorkshire</h4>
-
-<p>Flourish. Enter EDWARD, RICHARD, and MONTAGUE</p>
-
-<p>  RICHARD. Brother, though I be youngest, give me leave.<br/>
-  EDWARD. No, I can better play the orator.<br/>
-  MONTAGUE. But I have reasons strong and forcible.<br/>
-</p>
-
-<p>                     Enter the DUKE OF YORK</p>
-
-<p>  YORK. Why, how now, sons and brother! at a strife?<br/>
-    What is your quarrel? How began it first?<br/>
-  EDWARD. No quarrel, but a slight contention.<br/>
-  YORK. About what?<br/>
-  RICHARD. About that which concerns your Grace and us-<br/>
-    The crown of England, father, which is yours.<br/>
-  YORK. Mine, boy? Not till King Henry be dead.<br/>
-  RICHARD. Your right depends not on his life or death.<br/>
-  EDWARD. Now you are heir, therefore enjoy it now.<br/>
-    By giving the house of Lancaster leave to breathe,<br/>
-    It will outrun you, father, in the end.<br/>
-  YORK. I took an oath that he should quietly reign.<br/>
-  EDWARD. But for a kingdom any oath may be broken:<br/>
-    I would break a thousand oaths to reign one year.<br/>
-  RICHARD. No; God forbid your Grace should be forsworn.<br/>
-  YORK. I shall be, if I claim by open war.<br/>
-  RICHARD. I'll prove the contrary, if you'll hear me speak.<br/>
-  YORK. Thou canst not, son; it is impossible.<br/>
-  RICHARD. An oath is of no moment, being not took<br/>
-    Before a true and lawful magistrate<br/>
-    That hath authority over him that swears.<br/>
-    Henry had none, but did usurp the place;<br/>
-    Then, seeing 'twas he that made you to depose,<br/>
-    Your oath, my lord, is vain and frivolous.<br/>
-    Therefore, to arms. And, father, do but think<br/>
-    How sweet a thing it is to wear a crown,<br/>
-    Within whose circuit is Elysium<br/>
-    And all that poets feign of bliss and joy.<br/>
-    Why do we linger thus? I cannot rest<br/>
-    Until the white rose that I wear be dy'd<br/>
-    Even in the lukewarm blood of Henry's heart.<br/>
-  YORK. Richard, enough; I will be King, or die.<br/>
-    Brother, thou shalt to London presently<br/>
-    And whet on Warwick to this enterprise.<br/>
-    Thou, Richard, shalt to the Duke of Norfolk<br/>
-    And tell him privily of our intent.<br/>
-    You, Edward, shall unto my Lord Cobham,<br/>
-    With whom the Kentishmen will willingly rise;<br/>
-    In them I trust, for they are soldiers,<br/>
-    Witty, courteous, liberal, full of spirit.<br/>
-    While you are thus employ'd, what resteth more<br/>
-    But that I seek occasion how to rise,<br/>
-    And yet the King not privy to my drift,<br/>
-    Nor any of the house of Lancaster?<br/>
-</p>
-
-<p>                      Enter a MESSENGER</p>
-
-<p>    But, stay. What news? Why com'st thou in such post?<br/>
-  MESSENGER. The Queen with all the northern earls and lords<br/>
-    Intend here to besiege you in your castle.<br/>
-    She is hard by with twenty thousand men;<br/>
-    And therefore fortify your hold, my lord.<br/>
-  YORK. Ay, with my sword. What! think'st thou that we fear them?<br/>
-    Edward and Richard, you shall stay with me;<br/>
-    My brother Montague shall post to London.<br/>
-    Let noble Warwick, Cobham, and the rest,<br/>
-    Whom we have left protectors of the King,<br/>
-    With pow'rful policy strengthen themselves<br/>
-    And trust not simple Henry nor his oaths.<br/>
-  MONTAGUE. Brother, I go; I'll win them, fear it not.<br/>
-    And thus most humbly I do take my leave.                Exit<br/>
-</p>
-
-<p>              Enter SIR JOHN and SIR HUGH MORTIMER</p>
-
-<p>  YORK. Sir john and Sir Hugh Mortimer, mine uncles!<br/>
-    You are come to Sandal in a happy hour;<br/>
-    The army of the Queen mean to besiege us.<br/>
-  SIR JOHN. She shall not need; we'll meet her in the field.<br/>
-  YORK. What, with five thousand men?<br/>
-  RICHARD. Ay, with five hundred, father, for a need.<br/>
-    A woman's general; what should we fear?<br/>
-                                              [A march afar off]<br/>
-  EDWARD. I hear their drums. Let's set our men in order,<br/>
-    And issue forth and bid them battle straight.<br/>
-  YORK. Five men to twenty! Though the odds be great,<br/>
-    I doubt not, uncle, of our victory.<br/>
-    Many a battle have I won in France,<br/>
-    When as the enemy hath been ten to one;<br/>
-    Why should I not now have the like success?           Exeunt<br/>
+<p class="drama">
+WARWICK.<br/>
+I wonder how the King escaped our hands.
 </p>
 
-<h4>SCENE III.
-Field of battle between Sandal Castle and Wakefield</h4>
-
-<p>Alarum. Enter RUTLAND and his TUTOR</p>
-
-<p>  RUTLAND. Ah, whither shall I fly to scape their hands?<br/>
-    Ah, tutor, look where bloody Clifford comes!<br/>
-</p>
-
-<p>                  Enter CLIFFORD and soldiers</p>
-
-<p>  CLIFFORD. Chaplain, away! Thy priesthood saves thy life.<br/>
-    As for the brat of this accursed duke,<br/>
-    Whose father slew my father, he shall die.<br/>
-  TUTOR. And I, my lord, will bear him company.<br/>
-  CLIFFORD. Soldiers, away with him!<br/>
-  TUTOR. Ah, Clifford, murder not this innocent child,<br/>
-    Lest thou be hated both of God and man.<br/>
-                                    Exit, forced off by soldiers<br/>
-  CLIFFORD. How now, is he dead already? Or is it fear<br/>
-    That makes him close his eyes? I'll open them.<br/>
-  RUTLAND. So looks the pent-up lion o'er the wretch<br/>
-    That trembles under his devouring paws;<br/>
-    And so he walks, insulting o'er his prey,<br/>
-    And so he comes, to rend his limbs asunder.<br/>
-    Ah, gentle Clifford, kill me with thy sword,<br/>
-    And not with such a cruel threat'ning look!<br/>
-    Sweet Clifford, hear me speak before I die.<br/>
-    I am too mean a subject for thy wrath;<br/>
-    Be thou reveng'd on men, and let me live.<br/>
-  CLIFFORD. In vain thou speak'st, poor boy; my father's blood<br/>
-    Hath stopp'd the passage where thy words should enter.<br/>
-  RUTLAND. Then let my father's blood open it again:<br/>
-    He is a man, and, Clifford, cope with him.<br/>
-  CLIFFORD. Had I thy brethren here, their lives and thine<br/>
-    Were not revenge sufficient for me;<br/>
-    No, if I digg'd up thy forefathers' graves<br/>
-    And hung their rotten coffins up in chains,<br/>
-    It could not slake mine ire nor ease my heart.<br/>
-    The sight of any of the house of York<br/>
-    Is as a fury to torment my soul;<br/>
-    And till I root out their accursed line<br/>
-    And leave not one alive, I live in hell.<br/>
-    Therefore-<br/>
-  RUTLAND. O, let me pray before I take my death!<br/>
-    To thee I pray: sweet Clifford, pity me.<br/>
-  CLIFFORD. Such pity as my rapier's point affords.<br/>
-  RUTLAND. I never did thee harm; why wilt thou slay me?<br/>
-  CLIFFORD. Thy father hath.<br/>
-  RUTLAND. But 'twas ere I was born.<br/>
-    Thou hast one son; for his sake pity me,<br/>
-    Lest in revenge thereof, sith God is just,<br/>
-    He be as miserably slain as I.<br/>
-    Ah, let me live in prison all my days;<br/>
-    And when I give occasion of offence<br/>
-    Then let me die, for now thou hast no cause.<br/>
-  CLIFFORD. No cause!<br/>
-    Thy father slew my father; therefore, die.       [Stabs him]<br/>
-  RUTLAND. Di faciant laudis summa sit ista tuae!         [Dies]<br/>
-  CLIFFORD. Plantagenet, I come, Plantagenet;<br/>
-    And this thy son's blood cleaving to my blade<br/>
-    Shall rust upon my weapon, till thy blood,<br/>
-    Congeal'd with this, do make me wipe off both.          Exit<br/>
+<p class="drama">
+YORK.<br/>
+While we pursued the horsemen of the north,<br/>
+He slyly stole away and left his men;<br/>
+Whereat the great Lord of Northumberland,<br/>
+Whose warlike ears could never brook retreat,<br/>
+Cheered up the drooping army; and himself,<br/>
+Lord Clifford, and Lord Stafford, all abreast,<br/>
+Charged our main battle’s front, and breaking in,<br/>
+Were by the swords of common soldiers slain.
 </p>
 
-<h4>SCENE IV.
-Another part of the field</h4>
-
-<p>Alarum. Enter the DUKE OF YORK</p>
-
-<p>  YORK. The army of the Queen hath got the field.<br/>
-    My uncles both are slain in rescuing me;<br/>
-    And all my followers to the eager foe<br/>
-    Turn back and fly, like ships before the wind,<br/>
-    Or lambs pursu'd by hunger-starved wolves.<br/>
-    My sons- God knows what hath bechanced them;<br/>
-    But this I know- they have demean'd themselves<br/>
-    Like men born to renown by life or death.<br/>
-    Three times did Richard make a lane to me,<br/>
-    And thrice cried 'Courage, father! fight it out.'<br/>
-    And full as oft came Edward to my side<br/>
-    With purple falchion, painted to the hilt<br/>
-    In blood of those that had encount'red him.<br/>
-    And when the hardiest warriors did retire,<br/>
-    Richard cried 'Charge, and give no foot of ground!'<br/>
-    And cried 'A crown, or else a glorious tomb!<br/>
-    A sceptre, or an earthly sepulchre!'<br/>
-    With this we charg'd again; but out alas!<br/>
-    We bodg'd again; as I have seen a swan<br/>
-    With bootless labour swim against the tide<br/>
-    And spend her strength with over-matching waves.<br/>
-                                         [A short alarum within]<br/>
-    Ah, hark! The fatal followers do pursue,<br/>
-    And I am faint and cannot fly their fury;<br/>
-    And were I strong, I would not shun their fury.<br/>
-    The sands are numb'red that make up my life;<br/>
-    Here must I stay, and here my life must end.<br/>
-</p>
-
-<p>         Enter QUEEN MARGARET, CLIFFORD, NORTHUMBERLAND,<br/>
-               the PRINCE OF WALES, and soldiers<br/>
-</p>
-
-<p>    Come, bloody Clifford, rough Northumberland,<br/>
-    I dare your quenchless fury to more rage;<br/>
-    I am your butt, and I abide your shot.<br/>
-  NORTHUMBERLAND. Yield to our mercy, proud Plantagenet.<br/>
-  CLIFFORD. Ay, to such mercy as his ruthless arm<br/>
-    With downright payment show'd unto my father.<br/>
-    Now Phaethon hath tumbled from his car,<br/>
-    And made an evening at the noontide prick.<br/>
-  YORK. My ashes, as the phoenix, may bring forth<br/>
-    A bird that will revenge upon you all;<br/>
-    And in that hope I throw mine eyes to heaven,<br/>
-    Scorning whate'er you can afflict me with.<br/>
-    Why come you not? What! multitudes, and fear?<br/>
-  CLIFFORD. So cowards fight when they can fly no further;<br/>
-    So doves do peck the falcon's piercing talons;<br/>
-    So desperate thieves, all hopeless of their lives,<br/>
-    Breathe out invectives 'gainst the officers.<br/>
-  YORK. O Clifford, but bethink thee once again,<br/>
-    And in thy thought o'errun my former time;<br/>
-    And, if thou canst for blushing, view this face,<br/>
-    And bite thy tongue that slanders him with cowardice<br/>
-    Whose frown hath made thee faint and fly ere this!<br/>
-  CLIFFORD. I will not bandy with thee word for word,<br/>
-    But buckler with thee blows, twice two for one.<br/>
-  QUEEN MARGARET. Hold, valiant Clifford; for a thousand causes<br/>
-    I would prolong awhile the traitor's life.<br/>
-    Wrath makes him deaf; speak thou, Northumberland.<br/>
-  NORTHUMBERLAND. Hold, Clifford! do not honour him so much<br/>
-    To prick thy finger, though to wound his heart.<br/>
-    What valour were it, when a cur doth grin,<br/>
-    For one to thrust his hand between his teeth,<br/>
-    When he might spurn him with his foot away?<br/>
-    It is war's prize to take all vantages;<br/>
-    And ten to one is no impeach of valour.<br/>
-                         [They lay hands on YORK, who struggles]<br/>
-  CLIFFORD. Ay, ay, so strives the woodcock with the gin.<br/>
-  NORTHUMBERLAND. So doth the cony struggle in the net.<br/>
-  YORK. So triumph thieves upon their conquer'd booty;<br/>
-    So true men yield, with robbers so o'er-match'd.<br/>
-  NORTHUMBERLAND. What would your Grace have done unto him now?<br/>
-  QUEEN MARGARET. Brave warriors, Clifford and Northumberland,<br/>
-    Come, make him stand upon this molehill here<br/>
-    That raught at mountains with outstretched arms,<br/>
-    Yet parted but the shadow with his hand.<br/>
-    What, was it you that would be England's king?<br/>
-    Was't you that revell'd in our parliament<br/>
-    And made a preachment of your high descent?<br/>
-    Where are your mess of sons to back you now?<br/>
-    The wanton Edward and the lusty George?<br/>
-    And where's that valiant crook-back prodigy,<br/>
-    Dicky your boy, that with his grumbling voice<br/>
-    Was wont to cheer his dad in mutinies?<br/>
-    Or, with the rest, where is your darling Rutland?<br/>
-    Look, York: I stain'd this napkin with the blood<br/>
-    That valiant Clifford with his rapier's point<br/>
-    Made issue from the bosom of the boy;<br/>
-    And if thine eyes can water for his death,<br/>
-    I give thee this to dry thy cheeks withal.<br/>
-    Alas, poor York! but that I hate thee deadly,<br/>
-    I should lament thy miserable state.<br/>
-    I prithee grieve to make me merry, York.<br/>
-    What, hath thy fiery heart so parch'd thine entrails<br/>
-    That not a tear can fall for Rutland's death?<br/>
-    Why art thou patient, man? Thou shouldst be mad;<br/>
-    And I to make thee mad do mock thee thus.<br/>
-    Stamp, rave, and fret, that I may sing and dance.<br/>
-    Thou wouldst be fee'd, I see, to make me sport;<br/>
-    York cannot speak unless he wear a crown.<br/>
-    A crown for York!-and, lords, bow low to him.<br/>
-    Hold you his hands whilst I do set it on.<br/>
-                             [Putting a paper crown on his head]<br/>
-    Ay, marry, sir, now looks he like a king!<br/>
-    Ay, this is he that took King Henry's chair,<br/>
-    And this is he was his adopted heir.<br/>
-    But how is it that great Plantagenet<br/>
-    Is crown'd so soon and broke his solemn oath?<br/>
-    As I bethink me, you should not be King<br/>
-    Till our King Henry had shook hands with death.<br/>
-    And will you pale your head in Henry's glory,<br/>
-    And rob his temples of the diadem,<br/>
-    Now in his life, against your holy oath?<br/>
-    O, 'tis a fault too too<br/>
-    Off with the crown and with the crown his head;<br/>
-    And, whilst we breathe, take time to do him dead.<br/>
-  CLIFFORD. That is my office, for my father's sake.<br/>
-  QUEEN MARGARET. Nay, stay; let's hear the orisons he makes.<br/>
-  YORK. She-wolf of France, but worse than wolves of France,<br/>
-    Whose tongue more poisons than the adder's tooth!<br/>
-    How ill-beseeming is it in thy sex<br/>
-    To triumph like an Amazonian trull<br/>
-    Upon their woes whom fortune captivates!<br/>
-    But that thy face is visard-like, unchanging,<br/>
-    Made impudent with use of evil deeds,<br/>
-    I would assay, proud queen, to make thee blush.<br/>
-    To tell thee whence thou cam'st, of whom deriv'd,<br/>
-    Were shame enough to shame thee, wert thou not shameless.<br/>
-    Thy father bears the type of King of Naples,<br/>
-    Of both the Sicils and Jerusalem,<br/>
-    Yet not so wealthy as an English yeoman.<br/>
-    Hath that poor monarch taught thee to insult?<br/>
-    It needs not, nor it boots thee not, proud queen;<br/>
-    Unless the adage must be verified,<br/>
-    That beggars mounted run their horse to death.<br/>
-    'Tis beauty that doth oft make women proud;<br/>
-    But, God He knows, thy share thereof is small.<br/>
-    'Tis virtue that doth make them most admir'd;<br/>
-    The contrary doth make thee wond'red at.<br/>
-    'Tis government that makes them seem divine;<br/>
-    The want thereof makes thee abominable.<br/>
-    Thou art as opposite to every good<br/>
-    As the Antipodes are unto us,<br/>
-    Or as the south to the septentrion.<br/>
-    O tiger's heart wrapp'd in a woman's hide!<br/>
-    How couldst thou drain the life-blood of the child,<br/>
-    To bid the father wipe his eyes withal,<br/>
-    And yet be seen to bear a woman's face?<br/>
-    Women are soft, mild, pitiful, and flexible:<br/>
-    Thou stern, obdurate, flinty, rough, remorseless.<br/>
-    Bid'st thou me rage? Why, now thou hast thy wish;<br/>
-    Wouldst have me weep? Why, now thou hast thy will;<br/>
-    For raging wind blows up incessant showers,<br/>
-    And when the rage allays, the rain begins.<br/>
-    These tears are my sweet Rutland's obsequies;<br/>
-    And every drop cries vengeance for his death<br/>
-    'Gainst thee, fell Clifford, and thee, false Frenchwoman.<br/>
-  NORTHUMBERLAND. Beshrew me, but his passions move me so<br/>
-    That hardly can I check my eyes from tears.<br/>
-  YORK. That face of his the hungry cannibals<br/>
-    Would not have touch'd, would not have stain'd with blood;<br/>
-    But you are more inhuman, more inexorable-<br/>
-    O, ten times more- than tigers of Hyrcania.<br/>
-    See, ruthless queen, a hapless father's tears.<br/>
-    This cloth thou dipp'dst in blood of my sweet boy,<br/>
-    And I with tears do wash the blood away.<br/>
-    Keep thou the napkin, and go boast of this;<br/>
-    And if thou tell'st the heavy story right,<br/>
-    Upon my soul, the hearers will shed tears;<br/>
-    Yea, even my foes will shed fast-falling tears<br/>
-    And say 'Alas, it was a piteous deed!'<br/>
-    There, take the crown, and with the crown my curse;<br/>
-    And in thy need such comfort come to thee<br/>
-    As now I reap at thy too cruel hand!<br/>
-    Hard-hearted Clifford, take me from the world;<br/>
-    My soul to heaven, my blood upon your heads!<br/>
-  NORTHUMBERLAND. Had he been slaughter-man to all my kin,<br/>
-    I should not for my life but weep with him,<br/>
-    To see how inly sorrow gripes his soul.<br/>
-  QUEEN MARGARET. What, weeping-ripe, my Lord Northumberland?<br/>
-    Think but upon the wrong he did us all,<br/>
-    And that will quickly dry thy melting tears.<br/>
-  CLIFFORD. Here's for my oath, here's for my father's death.<br/>
-                                                  [Stabbing him]<br/>
-  QUEEN MARGARET. And here's to right our gentle-hearted king.<br/>
-                                                  [Stabbing him]<br/>
-  YORK. Open Thy gate of mercy, gracious God!<br/>
-    My soul flies through these wounds to seek out Thee.<br/>
-                                                          [Dies]<br/>
-  QUEEN MARGARET. Off with his head, and set it on York gates;<br/>
-    So York may overlook the town of York.<br/>
-                                                Flourish. Exeunt<br/>
+<p class="drama">
+EDWARD.<br/>
+Lord Stafford’s father, Duke of Buckingham,<br/>
+Is either slain or wounded dangerous;<br/>
+I cleft his beaver with a downright blow.<br/>
+That this is true, father, behold his blood.
 </p>
 
-<h4>ACT II. SCENE I.
-A plain near Mortimer's Cross in Herefordshire</h4>
-
-<p>A march. Enter EDWARD, RICHARD, and their power</p>
-
-<p>  EDWARD. I wonder how our princely father scap'd,<br/>
-    Or whether he be scap'd away or no<br/>
-    From Clifford's and Northumberland's pursuit.<br/>
-    Had he been ta'en, we should have heard the news;<br/>
-    Had he been slain, we should have heard the news;<br/>
-    Or had he scap'd, methinks we should have heard<br/>
-    The happy tidings of his good escape.<br/>
-    How fares my brother? Why is he so sad?<br/>
-  RICHARD. I cannot joy until I be resolv'd<br/>
-    Where our right valiant father is become.<br/>
-    I saw him in the battle range about,<br/>
-    And watch'd him how he singled Clifford forth.<br/>
-    Methought he bore him in the thickest troop<br/>
-    As doth a lion in a herd of neat;<br/>
-    Or as a bear, encompass'd round with dogs,<br/>
-    Who having pinch'd a few and made them cry,<br/>
-    The rest stand all aloof and bark at him.<br/>
-    So far'd our father with his enemies;<br/>
-    So fled his enemies my warlike father.<br/>
-    Methinks 'tis prize enough to be his son.<br/>
-    See how the morning opes her golden gates<br/>
-    And takes her farewell of the glorious sun.<br/>
-    How well resembles it the prime of youth,<br/>
-    Trimm'd like a younker prancing to his love!<br/>
-  EDWARD. Dazzle mine eyes, or do I see three suns?<br/>
-  RICHARD. Three glorious suns, each one a perfect sun;<br/>
-    Not separated with the racking clouds,<br/>
-    But sever'd in a pale clear-shining sky.<br/>
-    See, see! they join, embrace, and seem to kiss,<br/>
-    As if they vow'd some league inviolable.<br/>
-    Now are they but one lamp, one light, one sun.<br/>
-    In this the heaven figures some event.<br/>
-  EDWARD. 'Tis wondrous strange, the like yet never heard of.<br/>
-    I think it cites us, brother, to the field,<br/>
-    That we, the sons of brave Plantagenet,<br/>
-    Each one already blazing by our meeds,<br/>
-    Should notwithstanding join our lights together<br/>
-    And overshine the earth, as this the world.<br/>
-    Whate'er it bodes, henceforward will I bear<br/>
-    Upon my target three fair shining suns.<br/>
-  RICHARD. Nay, bear three daughters- by your leave I speak it,<br/>
-    You love the breeder better than the male.<br/>
-</p>
-
-<p>                 Enter a MESSENGER, blowing</p>
-
-<p>    But what art thou, whose heavy looks foretell<br/>
-    Some dreadful story hanging on thy tongue?<br/>
-  MESSENGER. Ah, one that was a woeful looker-on<br/>
-    When as the noble Duke of York was slain,<br/>
-    Your princely father and my loving lord!<br/>
-  EDWARD. O, speak no more! for I have heard too much.<br/>
-  RICHARD. Say how he died, for I will hear it all.<br/>
-  MESSENGER. Environed he was with many foes,<br/>
-    And stood against them as the hope of Troy<br/>
-    Against the Greeks that would have ent'red Troy.<br/>
-    But Hercules himself must yield to odds;<br/>
-    And many strokes, though with a little axe,<br/>
-    Hews down and fells the hardest-timber'd oak.<br/>
-    By many hands your father was subdu'd;<br/>
-    But only slaught'red by the ireful arm<br/>
-    Of unrelenting Clifford and the Queen,<br/>
-    Who crown'd the gracious Duke in high despite,<br/>
-    Laugh'd in his face; and when with grief he wept,<br/>
-    The ruthless Queen gave him to dry his cheeks<br/>
-    A napkin steeped in the harmless blood<br/>
-    Of sweet young Rutland, by rough Clifford slain;<br/>
-    And after many scorns, many foul taunts,<br/>
-    They took his head, and on the gates of York<br/>
-    They set the same; and there it doth remain,<br/>
-    The saddest spectacle that e'er I view'd.<br/>
-  EDWARD. Sweet Duke of York, our prop to lean upon,<br/>
-    Now thou art gone, we have no staff, no stay.<br/>
-    O Clifford, boist'rous Clifford, thou hast slain<br/>
-    The flow'r of Europe for his chivalry;<br/>
-    And treacherously hast thou vanquish'd him,<br/>
-    For hand to hand he would have vanquish'd thee.<br/>
-    Now my soul's palace is become a prison.<br/>
-    Ah, would she break from hence, that this my body<br/>
-    Might in the ground be closed up in rest!<br/>
-    For never henceforth shall I joy again;<br/>
-    Never, O never, shall I see more joy.<br/>
-  RICHARD. I cannot weep, for all my body's moisture<br/>
-    Scarce serves to quench my furnace-burning heart;<br/>
-    Nor can my tongue unload my heart's great burden,<br/>
-    For self-same wind that I should speak withal<br/>
-    Is kindling coals that fires all my breast,<br/>
-    And burns me up with flames that tears would quench.<br/>
-    To weep is to make less the depth of grief.<br/>
-    Tears then for babes; blows and revenge for me!<br/>
-    Richard, I bear thy name; I'll venge thy death,<br/>
-    Or die renowned by attempting it.<br/>
-  EDWARD. His name that valiant duke hath left with thee;<br/>
-    His dukedom and his chair with me is left.<br/>
-  RICHARD. Nay, if thou be that princely eagle's bird,<br/>
-    Show thy descent by gazing 'gainst the sun;<br/>
-    For chair and dukedom, throne and kingdom, say:<br/>
-    Either that is thine, or else thou wert not his.<br/>
-</p>
-
-<p>         March. Enter WARWICK, MONTAGUE, and their army</p>
-
-<p>  WARWICK. How now, fair lords! What fare? What news abroad?<br/>
-  RICHARD. Great Lord of Warwick, if we should recount<br/>
-    Our baleful news and at each word's deliverance<br/>
-    Stab poinards in our flesh till all were told,<br/>
-    The words would add more anguish than the wounds.<br/>
-    O valiant lord, the Duke of York is slain!<br/>
-  EDWARD. O Warwick, Warwick! that Plantagenet<br/>
-    Which held thee dearly as his soul's redemption<br/>
-    Is by the stern Lord Clifford done to death.<br/>
-  WARWICK. Ten days ago I drown'd these news in tears;<br/>
-    And now, to add more measure to your woes,<br/>
-    I come to tell you things sith then befall'n.<br/>
-    After the bloody fray at Wakefield fought,<br/>
-    Where your brave father breath'd his latest gasp,<br/>
-    Tidings, as swiftly as the posts could run,<br/>
-    Were brought me of your loss and his depart.<br/>
-    I, then in London, keeper of the King,<br/>
-    Muster'd my soldiers, gathered flocks of friends,<br/>
-    And very well appointed, as I thought,<br/>
-    March'd toward Saint Albans to intercept the Queen,<br/>
-    Bearing the King in my behalf along;<br/>
-    For by my scouts I was advertised<br/>
-    That she was coming with a full intent<br/>
-    To dash our late decree in parliament<br/>
-    Touching King Henry's oath and your succession.<br/>
-    Short tale to make- we at Saint Albans met,<br/>
-    Our battles join'd, and both sides fiercely fought;<br/>
-    But whether 'twas the coldness of the King,<br/>
-    Who look'd full gently on his warlike queen,<br/>
-    That robb'd my soldiers of their heated spleen,<br/>
-    Or whether 'twas report of her success,<br/>
-    Or more than common fear of Clifford's rigour,<br/>
-    Who thunders to his captives blood and death,<br/>
-    I cannot judge; but, to conclude with truth,<br/>
-    Their weapons like to lightning came and went:<br/>
-    Our soldiers', like the night-owl's lazy flight<br/>
-    Or like an idle thresher with a flail,<br/>
-    Fell gently down, as if they struck their friends.<br/>
-    I cheer'd them up with justice of our cause,<br/>
-    With promise of high pay and great rewards,<br/>
-    But all in vain; they had no heart to fight,<br/>
-    And we in them no hope to win the day;<br/>
-    So that we fled: the King unto the Queen;<br/>
-    Lord George your brother, Norfolk, and myself,<br/>
-    In haste post-haste are come to join with you;<br/>
-    For in the marches here we heard you were<br/>
-    Making another head to fight again.<br/>
-  EDWARD. Where is the Duke of Norfolk, gentle Warwick?<br/>
-    And when came George from Burgundy to England?<br/>
-  WARWICK. Some six miles off the Duke is with the soldiers;<br/>
-    And for your brother, he was lately sent<br/>
-    From your kind aunt, Duchess of Burgundy,<br/>
-    With aid of soldiers to this needful war.<br/>
-  RICHARD. 'Twas odds, belike, when valiant Warwick fled.<br/>
-    Oft have I heard his praises in pursuit,<br/>
-    But ne'er till now his scandal of retire.<br/>
-  WARWICK. Nor now my scandal, Richard, dost thou hear;<br/>
-    For thou shalt know this strong right hand of mine<br/>
-    Can pluck the diadem from faint Henry's head<br/>
-    And wring the awful sceptre from his fist,<br/>
-    Were he as famous and as bold in war<br/>
-    As he is fam'd for mildness, peace, and prayer.<br/>
-  RICHARD. I know it well, Lord Warwick; blame me not.<br/>
-    'Tis love I bear thy glories makes me speak.<br/>
-    But in this troublous time what's to be done?<br/>
-    Shall we go throw away our coats of steel<br/>
-    And wrap our bodies in black mourning-gowns,<br/>
-    Numbering our Ave-Maries with our beads?<br/>
-    Or shall we on the helmets of our foes<br/>
-    Tell our devotion with revengeful arms?<br/>
-    If for the last, say 'Ay,' and to it, lords.<br/>
-  WARWICK. Why, therefore Warwick came to seek you out;<br/>
-    And therefore comes my brother Montague.<br/>
-    Attend me, lords. The proud insulting Queen,<br/>
-    With Clifford and the haught Northumberland,<br/>
-    And of their feather many moe proud birds,<br/>
-    Have wrought the easy-melting King like wax.<br/>
-    He swore consent to your succession,<br/>
-    His oath enrolled in the parliament;<br/>
-    And now to London all the crew are gone<br/>
-    To frustrate both his oath and what beside<br/>
-    May make against the house of Lancaster.<br/>
-    Their power, I think, is thirty thousand strong.<br/>
-    Now if the help of Norfolk and myself,<br/>
-    With all the friends that thou, brave Earl of March,<br/>
-    Amongst the loving Welshmen canst procure,<br/>
-    Will but amount to five and twenty thousand,<br/>
-    Why, Via! to London will we march amain,<br/>
-    And once again bestride our foaming steeds,<br/>
-    And once again cry 'Charge upon our foes!'<br/>
-    But never once again turn back and fly.<br/>
-  RICHARD. Ay, now methinks I hear great Warwick speak.<br/>
-    Ne'er may he live to see a sunshine day<br/>
-    That cries 'Retire!' if Warwick bid him stay.<br/>
-  EDWARD. Lord Warwick, on thy shoulder will I lean;<br/>
-    And when thou fail'st- as God forbid the hour!-<br/>
-    Must Edward fall, which peril heaven forfend.<br/>
-  WARWICK. No longer Earl of March, but Duke of York;<br/>
-    The next degree is England's royal throne,<br/>
-    For King of England shalt thou be proclaim'd<br/>
-    In every borough as we pass along;<br/>
-    And he that throws not up his cap for joy<br/>
-    Shall for the fault make forfeit of his head.<br/>
-    King Edward, valiant Richard, Montague,<br/>
-    Stay we no longer, dreaming of renown,<br/>
-    But sound the trumpets and about our task.<br/>
-  RICHARD. Then, Clifford, were thy heart as hard as steel,<br/>
-    As thou hast shown it flinty by thy deeds,<br/>
-    I come to pierce it or to give thee mine.<br/>
-  EDWARD. Then strike up drums. God and Saint George for us!<br/>
-</p>
-
-<p>                       Enter a MESSENGER</p>
-
-<p>  WARWICK. How now! what news?<br/>
-  MESSENGER. The Duke of Norfolk sends you word by me<br/>
-    The Queen is coming with a puissant host,<br/>
-    And craves your company for speedy counsel.<br/>
-  WARWICK. Why, then it sorts; brave warriors, let's away.<br/>
-                                                          Exeunt<br/>
+<p class="right">[<i>Showing his bloody sword.</i>]
 </p>
 
-<h4>SCENE II.
-Before York</h4>
-
-<p>Flourish. Enter KING HENRY, QUEEN MARGARET, the PRINCE OF WALES, CLIFFORD,<br/>
-NORTHUMBERLAND, with drum and trumpets<br/>
-</p>
-
-<p>  QUEEN MARGARET. Welcome, my lord, to this brave town of York.<br/>
-    Yonder's the head of that arch-enemy<br/>
-    That sought to be encompass'd with your crown.<br/>
-    Doth not the object cheer your heart, my lord?<br/>
-  KING HENRY. Ay, as the rocks cheer them that fear their wreck-<br/>
-    To see this sight, it irks my very soul.<br/>
-    Withhold revenge, dear God; 'tis not my fault,<br/>
-    Nor wittingly have I infring'd my vow.<br/>
-  CLIFFORD. My gracious liege, this too much lenity<br/>
-    And harmful pity must be laid aside.<br/>
-    To whom do lions cast their gentle looks?<br/>
-    Not to the beast that would usurp their den.<br/>
-    Whose hand is that the forest bear doth lick?<br/>
-    Not his that spoils her young before her face.<br/>
-    Who scapes the lurking serpent's mortal sting?<br/>
-    Not he that sets his foot upon her back,<br/>
-    The smallest worm will turn, being trodden on,<br/>
-    And doves will peck in safeguard of their brood.<br/>
-    Ambitious York did level at thy crown,<br/>
-    Thou smiling while he knit his angry brows.<br/>
-    He, but a Duke, would have his son a king,<br/>
-    And raise his issue like a loving sire:<br/>
-    Thou, being a king, bless'd with a goodly son,<br/>
-    Didst yield consent to disinherit him,<br/>
-    Which argued thee a most unloving father.<br/>
-    Unreasonable creatures feed their young;<br/>
-    And though man's face be fearful to their eyes,<br/>
-    Yet, in protection of their tender ones,<br/>
-    Who hath not seen them- even with those wings<br/>
-    Which sometime they have us'd with fearful flight-<br/>
-    Make war with him that climb'd unto their nest,<br/>
-    Offering their own lives in their young's defence<br/>
-    For shame, my liege, make them your precedent!<br/>
-    Were it not pity that this goodly boy<br/>
-    Should lose his birthright by his father's fault,<br/>
-    And long hereafter say unto his child<br/>
-    'What my great-grandfather and grandsire got<br/>
-    My careless father fondly gave away'?<br/>
-    Ah, what a shame were this! Look on the boy;<br/>
-    And let his manly face, which promiseth<br/>
-    Successful fortune, steel thy melting heart<br/>
-    To hold thine own and leave thine own with him.<br/>
-  KING HENRY. Full well hath Clifford play'd the orator,<br/>
-    Inferring arguments of mighty force.<br/>
-    But, Clifford, tell me, didst thou never hear<br/>
-    That things ill got had ever bad success?<br/>
-    And happy always was it for that son<br/>
-    Whose father for his hoarding went to hell?<br/>
-    I'll leave my son my virtuous deeds behind;<br/>
-    And would my father had left me no more!<br/>
-    For all the rest is held at such a rate<br/>
-    As brings a thousand-fold more care to keep<br/>
-    Than in possession any jot of pleasure.<br/>
-    Ah, cousin York! would thy best friends did know<br/>
-    How it doth grieve me that thy head is here!<br/>
-  QUEEN MARGARET. My lord, cheer up your spirits; our foes are nigh,<br/>
-    And this soft courage makes your followers faint.<br/>
-    You promis'd knighthood to our forward son:<br/>
-    Unsheathe your sword and dub him presently.<br/>
-    Edward, kneel down.<br/>
-  KING HENRY. Edward Plantagenet, arise a knight;<br/>
-    And learn this lesson: Draw thy sword in right.<br/>
-  PRINCE OF WALES. My gracious father, by your kingly leave,<br/>
-    I'll draw it as apparent to the crown,<br/>
-    And in that quarrel use it to the death.<br/>
-  CLIFFORD. Why, that is spoken like a toward prince.<br/>
-</p>
-
-<p>                      Enter a MESSENGER</p>
-
-<p>  MESSENGER. Royal commanders, be in readiness;<br/>
-    For with a band of thirty thousand men<br/>
-    Comes Warwick, backing of the Duke of York,<br/>
-    And in the towns, as they do march along,<br/>
-    Proclaims him king, and many fly to him.<br/>
-    Darraign your battle, for they are at hand.<br/>
-  CLIFFORD. I would your Highness would depart the field:<br/>
-    The Queen hath best success when you are absent.<br/>
-  QUEEN MARGARET. Ay, good my lord, and leave us to our fortune.<br/>
-  KING HENRY. Why, that's my fortune too; therefore I'll stay.<br/>
-  NORTHUMBERLAND. Be it with resolution, then, to fight.<br/>
-  PRINCE OF WALES. My royal father, cheer these noble lords,<br/>
-    And hearten those that fight in your defence.<br/>
-    Unsheathe your sword, good father; cry 'Saint George!'<br/>
-</p>
-
-<p>         March. Enter EDWARD, GEORGE, RICHARD, WARWICK,<br/>
-                NORFOLK, MONTAGUE, and soldiers<br/>
-</p>
-
-<p>  EDWARD. Now, perjur'd Henry, wilt thou kneel for grace<br/>
-    And set thy diadem upon my head,<br/>
-    Or bide the mortal fortune of the field?<br/>
-  QUEEN MARGARET. Go rate thy minions, proud insulting boy.<br/>
-    Becomes it thee to be thus bold in terms<br/>
-    Before thy sovereign and thy lawful king?<br/>
-  EDWARD. I am his king, and he should bow his knee.<br/>
-    I was adopted heir by his consent:<br/>
-    Since when, his oath is broke; for, as I hear,<br/>
-    You that are King, though he do wear the crown,<br/>
-    Have caus'd him by new act of parliament<br/>
-    To blot out me and put his own son in.<br/>
-  CLIFFORD. And reason too:<br/>
-    Who should succeed the father but the son?<br/>
-  RICHARD. Are you there, butcher? O, I cannot speak!<br/>
-  CLIFFORD. Ay, crook-back, here I stand to answer thee,<br/>
-    Or any he, the proudest of thy sort.<br/>
-  RICHARD. 'Twas you that kill'd young Rutland, was it not?<br/>
-  CLIFFORD. Ay, and old York, and yet not satisfied.<br/>
-  RICHARD. For God's sake, lords, give signal to the fight.<br/>
-  WARWICK. What say'st thou, Henry? Wilt thou yield the crown?<br/>
-  QUEEN MARGARET. Why, how now, long-tongu'd Warwick! Dare you speak?<br/>
-    When you and I met at Saint Albans last<br/>
-    Your legs did better service than your hands.<br/>
-  WARWICK. Then 'twas my turn to fly, and now 'tis thine.<br/>
-  CLIFFORD. You said so much before, and yet you fled.<br/>
-  WARWICK. 'Twas not your valour, Clifford, drove me thence.<br/>
-  NORTHUMBERLAND. No, nor your manhood that durst make you stay.<br/>
-  RICHARD. Northumberland, I hold thee reverently.<br/>
-    Break off the parley; for scarce I can refrain<br/>
-    The execution of my big-swol'n heart<br/>
-    Upon that Clifford, that cruel child-killer.<br/>
-  CLIFFORD. I slew thy father; call'st thou him a child?<br/>
-  RICHARD. Ay, like a dastard and a treacherous coward,<br/>
-    As thou didst kill our tender brother Rutland;<br/>
-    But ere sunset I'll make thee curse the deed.<br/>
-  KING HENRY. Have done with words, my lords, and hear me speak.<br/>
-  QUEEN MARGARET. Defy them then, or else hold close thy lips.<br/>
-  KING HENRY. I prithee give no limits to my tongue:<br/>
-    I am a king, and privileg'd to speak.<br/>
-  CLIFFORD. My liege, the wound that bred this meeting here<br/>
-    Cannot be cur'd by words; therefore be still.<br/>
-  RICHARD. Then, executioner, unsheathe thy sword.<br/>
-    By Him that made us all, I am resolv'd<br/>
-    That Clifford's manhood lies upon his tongue.<br/>
-  EDWARD. Say, Henry, shall I have my right, or no?<br/>
-    A thousand men have broke their fasts to-day<br/>
-    That ne'er shall dine unless thou yield the crown.<br/>
-  WARWICK. If thou deny, their blood upon thy head;<br/>
-    For York in justice puts his armour on.<br/>
-  PRINCE OF WALES. If that be right which Warwick says is right,<br/>
-    There is no wrong, but every thing is right.<br/>
-  RICHARD. Whoever got thee, there thy mother stands;<br/>
-    For well I wot thou hast thy mother's tongue.<br/>
-  QUEEN MARGARET. But thou art neither like thy sire nor dam;<br/>
-    But like a foul misshapen stigmatic,<br/>
-    Mark'd by the destinies to be avoided,<br/>
-    As venom toads or lizards' dreadful stings.<br/>
-  RICHARD. Iron of Naples hid with English gilt,<br/>
-    Whose father bears the title of a king-<br/>
-    As if a channel should be call'd the sea-<br/>
-    Sham'st thou not, knowing whence thou art extraught,<br/>
-    To let thy tongue detect thy base-born heart?<br/>
-  EDWARD. A wisp of straw were worth a thousand crowns<br/>
-    To make this shameless callet know herself.<br/>
-    Helen of Greece was fairer far than thou,<br/>
-    Although thy husband may be Menelaus;<br/>
-    And ne'er was Agamemmon's brother wrong'd<br/>
-    By that false woman as this king by thee.<br/>
-    His father revell'd in the heart of France,<br/>
-    And tam'd the King, and made the Dauphin stoop;<br/>
-    And had he match'd according to his state,<br/>
-    He might have kept that glory to this day;<br/>
-    But when he took a beggar to his bed<br/>
-    And grac'd thy poor sire with his bridal day,<br/>
-    Even then that sunshine brew'd a show'r for him<br/>
-    That wash'd his father's fortunes forth of France<br/>
-    And heap'd sedition on his crown at home.<br/>
-    For what hath broach'd this tumult but thy pride?<br/>
-    Hadst thou been meek, our title still had slept;<br/>
-    And we, in pity of the gentle King,<br/>
-    Had slipp'd our claim until another age.<br/>
-  GEORGE. But when we saw our sunshine made thy spring,<br/>
-    And that thy summer bred us no increase,<br/>
-    We set the axe to thy usurping root;<br/>
-    And though the edge hath something hit ourselves,<br/>
-    Yet know thou, since we have begun to strike,<br/>
-    We'll never leave till we have hewn thee down,<br/>
-    Or bath'd thy growing with our heated bloods.<br/>
-  EDWARD. And in this resolution I defy thee;<br/>
-    Not willing any longer conference,<br/>
-    Since thou deniest the gentle King to speak.<br/>
-    Sound trumpets; let our bloody colours wave,<br/>
-    And either victory or else a grave!<br/>
-  QUEEN MARGARET. Stay, Edward.<br/>
-  EDWARD. No, wrangling woman, we'll no longer stay;<br/>
-    These words will cost ten thousand lives this day.<br/>
-                                                          Exeunt<br/>
+<p class="drama">
+MONTAGUE.<br/>
+And, brother, here’s the Earl of Wiltshire’s blood,
 </p>
 
-<h4>SCENE III.
-A field of battle between Towton and Saxton, in Yorkshire</h4>
-
-<p>Alarum; excursions. Enter WARWICK</p>
-
-<p>  WARWICK. Forspent with toil, as runners with a race,<br/>
-    I lay me down a little while to breathe;<br/>
-    For strokes receiv'd and many blows repaid<br/>
-    Have robb'd my strong-knit sinews of their strength,<br/>
-    And spite of spite needs must I rest awhile.<br/>
-</p>
-
-<p>                     Enter EDWARD, running</p>
-
-<p>  EDWARD. Smile, gentle heaven, or strike, ungentle death;<br/>
-    For this world frowns, and Edward's sun is clouded.<br/>
-  WARWICK. How now, my lord. What hap? What hope of good?<br/>
-</p>
-
-<p>                         Enter GEORGE</p>
-
-<p>  GEORGE. Our hap is lost, our hope but sad despair;<br/>
-    Our ranks are broke, and ruin follows us.<br/>
-    What counsel give you? Whither shall we fly?<br/>
-  EDWARD. Bootless is flight: they follow us with wings;<br/>
-    And weak we are, and cannot shun pursuit.<br/>
-</p>
-
-<p>                         Enter RICHARD</p>
-
-<p>  RICHARD. Ah, Warwick, why hast thou withdrawn thyself?<br/>
-    Thy brother's blood the thirsty earth hath drunk,<br/>
-    Broach'd with the steely point of Clifford's lance;<br/>
-    And in the very pangs of death he cried,<br/>
-    Like to a dismal clangor heard from far,<br/>
-    'Warwick, revenge! Brother, revenge my death.'<br/>
-    So, underneath the belly of their steeds,<br/>
-    That stain'd their fetlocks in his smoking blood,<br/>
-    The noble gentleman gave up the ghost.<br/>
-  WARWICK. Then let the earth be drunken with our blood.<br/>
-    I'll kill my horse, because I will not fly.<br/>
-    Why stand we like soft-hearted women here,<br/>
-    Wailing our losses, whiles the foe doth rage,<br/>
-    And look upon, as if the tragedy<br/>
-    Were play'd in jest by counterfeiting actors?<br/>
-    Here on my knee I vow to God above<br/>
-    I'll never pause again, never stand still,<br/>
-    Till either death hath clos'd these eyes of mine<br/>
-    Or fortune given me measure of revenge.<br/>
-  EDWARD. O Warwick, I do bend my knee with thine,<br/>
-    And in this vow do chain my soul to thine!<br/>
-    And ere my knee rise from the earth's cold face<br/>
-    I throw my hands, mine eyes, my heart to Thee,<br/>
-    Thou setter-up and plucker-down of kings,<br/>
-    Beseeching Thee, if with Thy will it stands<br/>
-    That to my foes this body must be prey,<br/>
-    Yet that Thy brazen gates of heaven may ope<br/>
-    And give sweet passage to my sinful soul.<br/>
-    Now, lords, take leave until we meet again,<br/>
-    Where'er it be, in heaven or in earth.<br/>
-  RICHARD. Brother, give me thy hand; and, gentle Warwick,<br/>
-    Let me embrace thee in my weary arms.<br/>
-    I that did never weep now melt with woe<br/>
-    That winter should cut off our spring-time so.<br/>
-  WARWICK. Away, away! Once more, sweet lords, farewell.<br/>
-  GEORGE. Yet let us all together to our troops,<br/>
-    And give them leave to fly that will not stay,<br/>
-    And call them pillars that will stand to us;<br/>
-    And if we thrive, promise them such rewards<br/>
-    As victors wear at the Olympian games.<br/>
-    This may plant courage in their quailing breasts,<br/>
-    For yet is hope of life and victory.<br/>
-    Forslow no longer; make we hence amain.               Exeunt<br/>
+<p class="right">[<i>To <span class="charname">York</span>, showing his.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+Whom I encountered as the battles joined.
 </p>
 
-<h4>SCENE IV.
-Another part of the field</h4>
+<p class="drama">
+RICHARD.<br/>
+Speak thou for me, and tell them what I did.
+</p>
 
-<p>Excursions. Enter RICHARD and CLIFFORD</p>
+<p class="right">[<i>Throwing down the <span class="charname">Duke of Somerset’s</span>
+head.</i>]</p>
 
-<p>  RICHARD. Now, Clifford, I have singled thee alone.<br/>
-    Suppose this arm is for the Duke of York,<br/>
-    And this for Rutland; both bound to revenge,<br/>
-    Wert thou environ'd with a brazen wall.<br/>
-  CLIFFORD. Now, Richard, I am with thee here alone.<br/>
-    This is the hand that stabbed thy father York;<br/>
-    And this the hand that slew thy brother Rutland;<br/>
-    And here's the heart that triumphs in their death<br/>
-    And cheers these hands that slew thy sire and brother<br/>
-    To execute the like upon thyself;<br/>
-    And so, have at thee!                           [They fight]<br/>
+<p class="drama">
+YORK.<br/>
+Richard hath best deserved of all my sons.<br/>
+But is your Grace dead, my Lord of Somerset?
 </p>
 
-<p>                 Enter WARWICK; CLIFFORD flies</p>
+<p class="drama">
+NORFOLK.<br/>
+Such hope have all the line of John of Gaunt!
+</p>
 
-<p>  RICHARD. Nay, Warwick, single out some other chase;<br/>
-    For I myself will hunt this wolf to death.            Exeunt<br/>
+<p class="drama">
+RICHARD.<br/>
+Thus do I hope to shake King Henry’s head.
 </p>
 
-<h4>SCENE V.
-Another part of the field</h4>
-
-<p>Alarum. Enter KING HENRY alone</p>
-
-<p>  KING HENRY. This battle fares like to the morning's war,<br/>
-    When dying clouds contend with growing light,<br/>
-    What time the shepherd, blowing of his nails,<br/>
-    Can neither call it perfect day nor night.<br/>
-    Now sways it this way, like a mighty sea<br/>
-    Forc'd by the tide to combat with the wind;<br/>
-    Now sways it that way, like the selfsame sea<br/>
-    Forc'd to retire by fury of the wind.<br/>
-    Sometime the flood prevails, and then the wind;<br/>
-    Now one the better, then another best;<br/>
-    Both tugging to be victors, breast to breast,<br/>
-    Yet neither conqueror nor conquered.<br/>
-    So is the equal poise of this fell war.<br/>
-    Here on this molehill will I sit me down.<br/>
-    To whom God will, there be the victory!<br/>
-    For Margaret my queen, and Clifford too,<br/>
-    Have chid me from the battle, swearing both<br/>
-    They prosper best of all when I am thence.<br/>
-    Would I were dead, if God's good will were so!<br/>
-    For what is in this world but grief and woe?<br/>
-    O God! methinks it were a happy life<br/>
-    To be no better than a homely swain;<br/>
-    To sit upon a hill, as I do now,<br/>
-    To carve out dials quaintly, point by point,<br/>
-    Thereby to see the minutes how they run-<br/>
-    How many makes the hour full complete,<br/>
-    How many hours brings about the day,<br/>
-    How many days will finish up the year,<br/>
-    How many years a mortal man may live.<br/>
-    When this is known, then to divide the times-<br/>
-    So many hours must I tend my flock;<br/>
-    So many hours must I take my rest;<br/>
-    So many hours must I contemplate;<br/>
-    So many hours must I sport myself;<br/>
-    So many days my ewes have been with young;<br/>
-    So many weeks ere the poor fools will can;<br/>
-    So many years ere I shall shear the fleece:<br/>
-    So minutes, hours, days, months, and years,<br/>
-    Pass'd over to the end they were created,<br/>
-    Would bring white hairs unto a quiet grave.<br/>
-    Ah, what a life were this! how sweet! how lovely!<br/>
-    Gives not the hawthorn bush a sweeter shade<br/>
-    To shepherds looking on their silly sheep,<br/>
-    Than doth a rich embroider'd canopy<br/>
-    To kings that fear their subjects' treachery?<br/>
-    O yes, it doth; a thousand-fold it doth.<br/>
-    And to conclude: the shepherd's homely curds,<br/>
-    His cold thin drink out of his leather bottle,<br/>
-    His wonted sleep under a fresh tree's shade,<br/>
-    All which secure and sweetly he enjoys,<br/>
-    Is far beyond a prince's delicates-<br/>
-    His viands sparkling in a golden cup,<br/>
-    His body couched in a curious bed,<br/>
-    When care, mistrust, and treason waits on him.<br/>
-</p>
-
-<p>       Alarum. Enter a son that hath kill'd his Father, at<br/>
-       one door; and a FATHER that hath kill'd his Son, at<br/>
-                         another door<br/>
-</p>
-
-<p>  SON. Ill blows the wind that profits nobody.<br/>
-    This man whom hand to hand I slew in fight<br/>
-    May be possessed with some store of crowns;<br/>
-    And I, that haply take them from him now,<br/>
-    May yet ere night yield both my life and them<br/>
-    To some man else, as this dead man doth me.<br/>
-    Who's this? O God! It is my father's face,<br/>
-    Whom in this conflict I unwares have kill'd.<br/>
-    O heavy times, begetting such events!<br/>
-    From London by the King was I press'd forth;<br/>
-    My father, being the Earl of Warwick's man,<br/>
-    Came on the part of York, press'd by his master;<br/>
-    And I, who at his hands receiv'd my life,<br/>
-    Have by my hands of life bereaved him.<br/>
-    Pardon me, God, I knew not what I did.<br/>
-    And pardon, father, for I knew not thee.<br/>
-    My tears shall wipe away these bloody marks;<br/>
-    And no more words till they have flow'd their fill.<br/>
-  KING HENRY. O piteous spectacle! O bloody times!<br/>
-    Whiles lions war and battle for their dens,<br/>
-    Poor harmless lambs abide their enmity.<br/>
-    Weep, wretched man; I'll aid thee tear for tear;<br/>
-    And let our hearts and eyes, like civil war,<br/>
-    Be blind with tears and break o'ercharg'd with grief.<br/>
-</p>
-
-<p>               Enter FATHER, bearing of his SON</p>
-
-<p>  FATHER. Thou that so stoutly hath resisted me,<br/>
-    Give me thy gold, if thou hast any gold;<br/>
-    For I have bought it with an hundred blows.<br/>
-    But let me see. Is this our foeman's face?<br/>
-    Ah, no, no, no, no, it is mine only son!<br/>
-    Ah, boy, if any life be left in thee,<br/>
-    Throw up thine eye! See, see what show'rs arise,<br/>
-    Blown with the windy tempest of my heart<br/>
-    Upon thy wounds, that kills mine eye and heart!<br/>
-    O, pity, God, this miserable age!<br/>
-    What stratagems, how fell, how butcherly,<br/>
-    Erroneous, mutinous, and unnatural,<br/>
-    This deadly quarrel daily doth beget!<br/>
-    O boy, thy father gave thee life too soon,<br/>
-    And hath bereft thee of thy life too late!<br/>
-  KING HENRY. Woe above woe! grief more than common grief!<br/>
-    O that my death would stay these ruthful deeds!<br/>
-    O pity, pity, gentle heaven, pity!<br/>
-    The red rose and the white are on his face,<br/>
-    The fatal colours of our striving houses:<br/>
-    The one his purple blood right well resembles;<br/>
-    The other his pale cheeks, methinks, presenteth.<br/>
-    Wither one rose, and let the other flourish!<br/>
-    If you contend, a thousand lives must perish.<br/>
-  SON. How will my mother for a father's death<br/>
-    Take on with me, and ne'er be satisfied!<br/>
-  FATHER. How will my wife for slaughter of my son<br/>
-    Shed seas of tears, and ne'er be satisfied!<br/>
-  KING HENRY. How will the country for these woeful chances<br/>
-    Misthink the King, and not be satisfied!<br/>
-  SON. Was ever son so rued a father's death?<br/>
-  FATHER. Was ever father so bemoan'd his son?<br/>
-  KING HENRY. Was ever king so griev'd for subjects' woe?<br/>
-    Much is your sorrow; mine ten times so much.<br/>
-  SON. I'll bear thee hence, where I may weep my fill.<br/>
-                                              Exit with the body<br/>
-  FATHER. These arms of mine shall be thy winding-sheet;<br/>
-    My heart, sweet boy, shall be thy sepulchre,<br/>
-    For from my heart thine image ne'er shall go;<br/>
-    My sighing breast shall be thy funeral bell;<br/>
-    And so obsequious will thy father be,<br/>
-    Even for the loss of thee, having no more,<br/>
-    As Priam was for all his valiant sons.<br/>
-    I'll bear thee hence; and let them fight that will,<br/>
-    For I have murdered where I should not kill.<br/>
-                                              Exit with the body<br/>
-  KING HENRY. Sad-hearted men, much overgone with care,<br/>
-    Here sits a king more woeful than you are.<br/>
+<p class="drama">
+WARWICK.<br/>
+And so do I. Victorious Prince of York,<br/>
+Before I see thee seated in that throne<br/>
+Which now the house of Lancaster usurps,<br/>
+I vow by heaven these eyes shall never close.<br/>
+This is the palace of the fearful king,<br/>
+And this the regal seat. Possess it, York,<br/>
+For this is thine, and not King Henry’s heirs’.
 </p>
 
-<p>           Alarums, excursions. Enter QUEEN MARGARET,<br/>
-                  PRINCE OF WALES, and EXETER<br/>
+<p class="drama">
+YORK.<br/>
+Assist me, then, sweet Warwick, and I will;<br/>
+For hither we have broken in by force.
 </p>
 
-<p>  PRINCE OF WALES. Fly, father, fly; for all your friends are fled,<br/>
-    And Warwick rages like a chafed bull.<br/>
-    Away! for death doth hold us in pursuit.<br/>
-  QUEEN MARGARET. Mount you, my lord; towards Berwick post amain.<br/>
-    Edward and Richard, like a brace of greyhounds<br/>
-    Having the fearful flying hare in sight,<br/>
-    With fiery eyes sparkling for very wrath,<br/>
-    And bloody steel grasp'd in their ireful hands,<br/>
-    Are at our backs; and therefore hence amain.<br/>
-  EXETER. Away! for vengeance comes along with them.<br/>
-    Nay, stay not to expostulate; make speed;<br/>
-    Or else come after. I'll away before.<br/>
-  KING HENRY. Nay, take me with thee, good sweet Exeter.<br/>
-    Not that I fear to stay, but love to go<br/>
-    Whither the Queen intends. Forward; away!             Exeunt<br/>
+<p class="drama">
+NORFOLK.<br/>
+We’ll all assist you; he that flies shall die.
 </p>
 
-<h4>SCENE VI.
-Another part of the field</h4>
-
-<p>A loud alarum. Enter CLIFFORD, wounded</p>
-
-<p>  CLIFFORD. Here burns my candle out; ay, here it dies,<br/>
-    Which, whiles it lasted, gave King Henry light.<br/>
-    O Lancaster, I fear thy overthrow<br/>
-    More than my body's parting with my soul!<br/>
-    My love and fear glu'd many friends to thee;<br/>
-    And, now I fall, thy tough commixture melts,<br/>
-    Impairing Henry, strength'ning misproud York.<br/>
-    The common people swarm like summer flies;<br/>
-    And whither fly the gnats but to the sun?<br/>
-    And who shines now but Henry's enemies?<br/>
-    O Phoebus, hadst thou never given consent<br/>
-    That Phaethon should check thy fiery steeds,<br/>
-    Thy burning car never had scorch'd the earth!<br/>
-    And, Henry, hadst thou sway'd as kings should do,<br/>
-    Or as thy father and his father did,<br/>
-    Giving no ground unto the house of York,<br/>
-    They never then had sprung like summer flies;<br/>
-    I and ten thousand in this luckless realm<br/>
-    Had left no mourning widows for our death;<br/>
-    And thou this day hadst kept thy chair in peace.<br/>
-    For what doth cherish weeds but gentle air?<br/>
-    And what makes robbers bold but too much lenity?<br/>
-    Bootless are plaints, and cureless are my wounds.<br/>
-    No way to fly, nor strength to hold out flight.<br/>
-    The foe is merciless and will not pity;<br/>
-    For at their hands I have deserv'd no pity.<br/>
-    The air hath got into my deadly wounds,<br/>
-    And much effuse of blood doth make me faint.<br/>
-    Come, York and Richard, Warwick and the rest;<br/>
-    I stabb'd your fathers' bosoms: split my breast.<br/>
-                                                     [He faints]<br/>
-</p>
-
-<p>       Alarum and retreat. Enter EDWARD, GEORGE, RICHARD<br/>
-               MONTAGUE, WARWICK, and soldiers<br/>
-</p>
-
-<p>  EDWARD. Now breathe we, lords. Good fortune bids us pause<br/>
-    And smooth the frowns of war with peaceful looks.<br/>
-    Some troops pursue the bloody-minded Queen<br/>
-    That led calm Henry, though he were a king,<br/>
-    As doth a sail, fill'd with a fretting gust,<br/>
-    Command an argosy to stern the waves.<br/>
-    But think you, lords, that Clifford fled with them?<br/>
-  WARWICK. No, 'tis impossible he should escape;<br/>
-    For, though before his face I speak the words,<br/>
-    Your brother Richard mark'd him for the grave;<br/>
-    And, whereso'er he is, he's surely dead.<br/>
-                                     [CLIFFORD groans, and dies]<br/>
-  RICHARD. Whose soul is that which takes her heavy leave?<br/>
-    A deadly groan, like life and death's departing.<br/>
-    See who it is.<br/>
-  EDWARD. And now the battle's ended,<br/>
-    If friend or foe, let him be gently used.<br/>
-  RICHARD. Revoke that doom of mercy, for 'tis Clifford;<br/>
-    Who not contented that he lopp'd the branch<br/>
-    In hewing Rutland when his leaves put forth,<br/>
-    But set his murd'ring knife unto the root<br/>
-    From whence that tender spray did sweetly spring-<br/>
-    I mean our princely father, Duke of York.<br/>
-  WARWICK. From off the gates of York fetch down the head,<br/>
-    Your father's head, which Clifford placed there;<br/>
-    Instead whereof let this supply the room.<br/>
-    Measure for measure must be answered.<br/>
-  EDWARD. Bring forth that fatal screech-owl to our house,<br/>
-    That nothing sung but death to us and ours.<br/>
-    Now death shall stop his dismal threat'ning sound,<br/>
-    And his ill-boding tongue no more shall speak.<br/>
-  WARWICK. I think his understanding is bereft.<br/>
-    Speak, Clifford, dost thou know who speaks to thee?<br/>
-    Dark cloudy death o'ershades his beams of life,<br/>
-    And he nor sees nor hears us what we say.<br/>
-  RICHARD. O, would he did! and so, perhaps, he doth.<br/>
-    'Tis but his policy to counterfeit,<br/>
-    Because he would avoid such bitter taunts<br/>
-    Which in the time of death he gave our father.<br/>
-  GEORGE. If so thou think'st, vex him with eager words.<br/>
-  RICHARD. Clifford, ask mercy and obtain no grace.<br/>
-  EDWARD. Clifford, repent in bootless penitence.<br/>
-  WARWICK. Clifford, devise excuses for thy faults.<br/>
-  GEORGE. While we devise fell tortures for thy faults.<br/>
-  RICHARD. Thou didst love York, and I am son to York.<br/>
-  EDWARD. Thou pitied'st Rutland, I will pity thee.<br/>
-  GEORGE. Where's Captain Margaret, to fence you now?<br/>
-  WARWICK. They mock thee, Clifford; swear as thou wast wont.<br/>
-  RICHARD. What, not an oath? Nay, then the world goes hard<br/>
-    When Clifford cannot spare his friends an oath.<br/>
-    I know by that he's dead; and by my soul,<br/>
-    If this right hand would buy two hours' life,<br/>
-    That I in all despite might rail at him,<br/>
-    This hand should chop it off, and with the issuing blood<br/>
-    Stifle the villain whose unstanched thirst<br/>
-    York and young Rutland could not satisfy.<br/>
-  WARWICK. Ay, but he's dead. Off with the traitor's head,<br/>
-    And rear it in the place your father's stands.<br/>
-    And now to London with triumphant march,<br/>
-    There to be crowned England's royal King;<br/>
-    From whence shall Warwick cut the sea to France,<br/>
-    And ask the Lady Bona for thy queen.<br/>
-    So shalt thou sinew both these lands together;<br/>
-    And, having France thy friend, thou shalt not dread<br/>
-    The scatt'red foe that hopes to rise again;<br/>
-    For though they cannot greatly sting to hurt,<br/>
-    Yet look to have them buzz to offend thine ears.<br/>
-    First will I see the coronation;<br/>
-    And then to Brittany I'll cross the sea<br/>
-    To effect this marriage, so it please my lord.<br/>
-  EDWARD. Even as thou wilt, sweet Warwick, let it be;<br/>
-    For in thy shoulder do I build my seat,<br/>
-    And never will I undertake the thing<br/>
-    Wherein thy counsel and consent is wanting.<br/>
-    Richard, I will create thee Duke of Gloucester;<br/>
-    And George, of Clarence; Warwick, as ourself,<br/>
-    Shall do and undo as him pleaseth best.<br/>
-  RICHARD. Let me be Duke of Clarence, George of Gloucester;<br/>
-    For Gloucester's dukedom is too ominous.<br/>
-  WARWICK. Tut, that's a foolish observation.<br/>
-    Richard, be Duke of Gloucester. Now to London<br/>
-    To see these honours in possession.                   Exeunt<br/>
+<p class="drama">
+YORK.<br/>
+Thanks, gentle Norfolk. Stay by me, my lords;<br/>
+And, soldiers, stay and lodge by me this night.
 </p>
 
-<h4>ACT III. SCENE I.
-A chase in the north of England</h4>
-
-<p>Enter two KEEPERS, with cross-bows in their hands</p>
-
-<p>  FIRST KEEPER. Under this thick-grown brake we'll shroud ourselves,<br/>
-    For through this laund anon the deer will come;<br/>
-    And in this covert will we make our stand,<br/>
-    Culling the principal of all the deer.<br/>
-  SECOND KEEPER. I'll stay above the hill, so both may shoot.<br/>
-  FIRST KEEPER. That cannot be; the noise of thy cross-bow<br/>
-    Will scare the herd, and so my shoot is lost.<br/>
-    Here stand we both, and aim we at the best;<br/>
-    And, for the time shall not seem tedious,<br/>
-    I'll tell thee what befell me on a day<br/>
-    In this self-place where now we mean to stand.<br/>
-  SECOND KEEPER. Here comes a man; let's stay till he be past.<br/>
-</p>
-
-<p>        Enter KING HENRY, disguised, with a prayer-book</p>
-
-<p>  KING HENRY. From Scotland am I stol'n, even of pure love,<br/>
-    To greet mine own land with my wishful sight.<br/>
-    No, Harry, Harry, 'tis no land of thine;<br/>
-    Thy place is fill'd, thy sceptre wrung from thee,<br/>
-    Thy balm wash'd off wherewith thou wast anointed.<br/>
-    No bending knee will call thee Caesar now,<br/>
-    No humble suitors press to speak for right,<br/>
-    No, not a man comes for redress of thee;<br/>
-    For how can I help them and not myself?<br/>
-  FIRST KEEPER. Ay, here's a deer whose skin's a keeper's fee.<br/>
-    This is the quondam King; let's seize upon him.<br/>
-  KING HENRY. Let me embrace thee, sour adversity,<br/>
-    For wise men say it is the wisest course.<br/>
-  SECOND KEEPER. Why linger we? let us lay hands upon him.<br/>
-  FIRST KEEPER. Forbear awhile; we'll hear a little more.<br/>
-  KING HENRY. My Queen and son are gone to France for aid;<br/>
-    And, as I hear, the great commanding Warwick<br/>
-    Is thither gone to crave the French King's sister<br/>
-    To wife for Edward. If this news be true,<br/>
-    Poor queen and son, your labour is but lost;<br/>
-    For Warwick is a subtle orator,<br/>
-    And Lewis a prince soon won with moving words.<br/>
-    By this account, then, Margaret may win him;<br/>
-    For she's a woman to be pitied much.<br/>
-    Her sighs will make a batt'ry in his breast;<br/>
-    Her tears will pierce into a marble heart;<br/>
-    The tiger will be mild whiles she doth mourn;<br/>
-    And Nero will be tainted with remorse<br/>
-    To hear and see her plaints, her brinish tears.<br/>
-    Ay, but she's come to beg: Warwick, to give.<br/>
-    She, on his left side, craving aid for Henry:<br/>
-    He, on his right, asking a wife for Edward.<br/>
-    She weeps, and says her Henry is depos'd:<br/>
-    He smiles, and says his Edward is install'd;<br/>
-    That she, poor wretch, for grief can speak no more;<br/>
-    Whiles Warwick tells his title, smooths the wrong,<br/>
-    Inferreth arguments of mighty strength,<br/>
-    And in conclusion wins the King from her<br/>
-    With promise of his sister, and what else,<br/>
-    To strengthen and support King Edward's place.<br/>
-    O Margaret, thus 'twill be; and thou, poor soul,<br/>
-    Art then forsaken, as thou went'st forlorn!<br/>
-  SECOND KEEPER. Say, what art thou that talk'st of kings and queens?<br/>
-  KING HENRY. More than I seem, and less than I was born to:<br/>
-    A man at least, for less I should not be;<br/>
-    And men may talk of kings, and why not I?<br/>
-  SECOND KEEPER. Ay, but thou talk'st as if thou wert a king.<br/>
-  KING HENRY. Why, so I am- in mind; and that's enough.<br/>
-  SECOND KEEPER. But, if thou be a king, where is thy crown?<br/>
-  KING HENRY. My crown is in my heart, not on my head;<br/>
-    Not deck'd with diamonds and Indian stones,<br/>
-    Not to be seen. My crown is call'd content;<br/>
-    A crown it is that seldom kings enjoy.<br/>
-  SECOND KEEPER. Well, if you be a king crown'd with content,<br/>
-    Your crown content and you must be contented<br/>
-    To go along with us; for as we think,<br/>
-    You are the king King Edward hath depos'd;<br/>
-    And we his subjects, sworn in all allegiance,<br/>
-    Will apprehend you as his enemy.<br/>
-  KING HENRY. But did you never swear, and break an oath?<br/>
-  SECOND KEEPER. No, never such an oath; nor will not now.<br/>
-  KING HENRY. Where did you dwell when I was King of England?<br/>
-  SECOND KEEPER. Here in this country, where we now remain.<br/>
-  KING HENRY. I was anointed king at nine months old;<br/>
-    My father and my grandfather were kings;<br/>
-    And you were sworn true subjects unto me;<br/>
-    And tell me, then, have you not broke your oaths?<br/>
-  FIRST KEEPER. No;<br/>
-    For we were subjects but while you were king.<br/>
-  KING HENRY. Why, am I dead? Do I not breathe a man?<br/>
-    Ah, simple men, you know not what you swear!<br/>
-    Look, as I blow this feather from my face,<br/>
-    And as the air blows it to me again,<br/>
-    Obeying with my wind when I do blow,<br/>
-    And yielding to another when it blows,<br/>
-    Commanded always by the greater gust,<br/>
-    Such is the lightness of you common men.<br/>
-    But do not break your oaths; for of that sin<br/>
-    My mild entreaty shall not make you guilty.<br/>
-    Go where you will, the King shall be commanded;<br/>
-    And be you kings: command, and I'll obey.<br/>
-  FIRST KEEPER. We are true subjects to the King, King Edward.<br/>
-  KING HENRY. So would you be again to Henry,<br/>
-    If he were seated as King Edward is.<br/>
-  FIRST KEEPER. We charge you, in God's name and the King's,<br/>
-    To go with us unto the officers.<br/>
-  KING HENRY. In God's name, lead; your King's name be obey'd;<br/>
-    And what God will, that let your King perform;<br/>
-    And what he will, I humbly yield unto.                Exeunt<br/>
+<p class="drama">
+WARWICK.<br/>
+And when the King comes, offer him no violence,<br/>
+Unless he seek to thrust you out perforce.
 </p>
 
-<h4>SCENE II.
-London. The palace</h4>
-
-<p>Enter KING EDWARD, GLOUCESTER, CLARENCE, and LADY GREY</p>
-
-<p>  KING EDWARD. Brother of Gloucester, at Saint Albans' field<br/>
-    This lady's husband, Sir Richard Grey, was slain,<br/>
-    His land then seiz'd on by the conqueror.<br/>
-    Her suit is now to repossess those lands;<br/>
-    Which we in justice cannot well deny,<br/>
-    Because in quarrel of the house of York<br/>
-    The worthy gentleman did lose his life.<br/>
-  GLOUCESTER. Your Highness shall do well to grant her suit;<br/>
-    It were dishonour to deny it her.<br/>
-  KING EDWARD. It were no less; but yet I'll make a pause.<br/>
-  GLOUCESTER. [Aside to CLARENCE] Yea, is it so?<br/>
-    I see the lady hath a thing to grant,<br/>
-    Before the King will grant her humble suit.<br/>
-  CLARENCE. [Aside to GLOUCESTER] He knows the game; how true he<br/>
-    keeps the wind!<br/>
-  GLOUCESTER. [Aside to CLARENCE] Silence!<br/>
-  KING EDWARD. Widow, we will consider of your suit;<br/>
-    And come some other time to know our mind.<br/>
-  LADY GREY. Right gracious lord, I cannot brook delay.<br/>
-    May it please your Highness to resolve me now;<br/>
-    And what your pleasure is shall satisfy me.<br/>
-  GLOUCESTER. [Aside] Ay, widow? Then I'll warrant you all your<br/>
-      lands,<br/>
-    An if what pleases him shall pleasure you.<br/>
-    Fight closer or, good faith, you'll catch a blow.<br/>
-  CLARENCE. [Aside to GLOUCESTER] I fear her not, unless she chance<br/>
-    to fall.<br/>
-  GLOUCESTER. [Aside to CLARENCE] God forbid that, for he'll take<br/>
-    vantages.<br/>
-  KING EDWARD. How many children hast thou, widow, tell me.<br/>
-  CLARENCE. [Aside to GLOUCESTER] I think he means to beg a child of<br/>
-    her.<br/>
-  GLOUCESTER. [Aside to CLARENCE] Nay, then whip me; he'll rather<br/>
-    give her two.<br/>
-  LADY GREY. Three, my most gracious lord.<br/>
-  GLOUCESTER. [Aside] You shall have four if you'll be rul'd by him.<br/>
-  KING EDWARD. 'Twere pity they should lose their father's lands.<br/>
-  LADY GREY. Be pitiful, dread lord, and grant it, then.<br/>
-  KING EDWARD. Lords, give us leave; I'll try this widow's wit.<br/>
-  GLOUCESTER. [Aside] Ay, good leave have you; for you will have<br/>
-      leave<br/>
-    Till youth take leave and leave you to the crutch.<br/>
-                              [GLOUCESTER and CLARENCE withdraw]<br/>
-  KING EDWARD. Now tell me, madam, do you love your children?<br/>
-  LADY GREY. Ay, full as dearly as I love myself.<br/>
-  KING EDWARD. And would you not do much to do them good?<br/>
-  LADY GREY. To do them good I would sustain some harm.<br/>
-  KING EDWARD. Then get your husband's lands, to do them good.<br/>
-  LADY GREY. Therefore I came unto your Majesty.<br/>
-  KING EDWARD. I'll tell you how these lands are to be got.<br/>
-  LADY GREY. So shall you bind me to your Highness' service.<br/>
-  KING EDWARD. What service wilt thou do me if I give them?<br/>
-  LADY GREY. What you command that rests in me to do.<br/>
-  KING EDWARD. But you will take exceptions to my boon.<br/>
-  LADY GREY. No, gracious lord, except I cannot do it.<br/>
-  KING EDWARD. Ay, but thou canst do what I mean to ask.<br/>
-  LADY GREY. Why, then I will do what your Grace commands.<br/>
-  GLOUCESTER. He plies her hard; and much rain wears the marble.<br/>
-  CLARENCE. As red as fire! Nay, then her wax must melt.<br/>
-  LADY GREY. Why stops my lord? Shall I not hear my task?<br/>
-  KING EDWARD. An easy task; 'tis but to love a king.<br/>
-  LADY GREY. That's soon perform'd, because I am a subject.<br/>
-  KING EDWARD. Why, then, thy husband's lands I freely give thee.<br/>
-  LADY GREY. I take my leave with many thousand thanks.<br/>
-  GLOUCESTER. The match is made; she seals it with a curtsy.<br/>
-  KING EDWARD. But stay thee- 'tis the fruits of love I mean.<br/>
-  LADY GREY. The fruits of love I mean, my loving liege.<br/>
-  KING EDWARD. Ay, but, I fear me, in another sense.<br/>
-    What love, thinkst thou, I sue so much to get?<br/>
-  LADY GREY. My love till death, my humble thanks, my prayers;<br/>
-    That love which virtue begs and virtue grants.<br/>
-  KING EDWARD. No, by my troth, I did not mean such love.<br/>
-  LADY GREY. Why, then you mean not as I thought you did.<br/>
-  KING EDWARD. But now you partly may perceive my mind.<br/>
-  LADY GREY. My mind will never grant what I perceive<br/>
-    Your Highness aims at, if I aim aright.<br/>
-  KING EDWARD. To tell thee plain, I aim to lie with thee.<br/>
-  LADY GREY. To tell you plain, I had rather lie in prison.<br/>
-  KING EDWARD. Why, then thou shalt not have thy husband's lands.<br/>
-  LADY GREY. Why, then mine honesty shall be my dower;<br/>
-    For by that loss I will not purchase them.<br/>
-  KING EDWARD. Therein thou wrong'st thy children mightily.<br/>
-  LADY GREY. Herein your Highness wrongs both them and me.<br/>
-    But, mighty lord, this merry inclination<br/>
-    Accords not with the sadness of my suit.<br/>
-    Please you dismiss me, either with ay or no.<br/>
-  KING EDWARD. Ay, if thou wilt say ay to my request;<br/>
-    No, if thou dost say no to my demand.<br/>
-  LADY GREY. Then, no, my lord. My suit is at an end.<br/>
-  GLOUCESTER. The widow likes him not; she knits her brows.<br/>
-  CLARENCE. He is the bluntest wooer in Christendom.<br/>
-  KING EDWARD. [Aside] Her looks doth argue her replete with modesty;<br/>
-    Her words doth show her wit incomparable;<br/>
-    All her perfections challenge sovereignty.<br/>
-    One way or other, she is for a king;<br/>
-    And she shall be my love, or else my queen.<br/>
-    Say that King Edward take thee for his queen?<br/>
-  LADY GREY. 'Tis better said than done, my gracious lord.<br/>
-    I am a subject fit to jest withal,<br/>
-    But far unfit to be a sovereign.<br/>
-  KING EDWARD. Sweet widow, by my state I swear to thee<br/>
-    I speak no more than what my soul intends;<br/>
-    And that is to enjoy thee for my love.<br/>
-  LADY GREY. And that is more than I will yield unto.<br/>
-    I know I am too mean to be your queen,<br/>
-    And yet too good to be your concubine.<br/>
-  KING EDWARD. You cavil, widow; I did mean my queen.<br/>
-  LADY GREY. 'Twill grieve your Grace my sons should call you father.<br/>
-  KING EDWARD.No more than when my daughters call thee mother.<br/>
-    Thou art a widow, and thou hast some children;<br/>
-    And, by God's Mother, I, being but a bachelor,<br/>
-    Have other some. Why, 'tis a happy thing<br/>
-    To be the father unto many sons.<br/>
-    Answer no more, for thou shalt be my queen.<br/>
-  GLOUCESTER. The ghostly father now hath done his shrift.<br/>
-  CLARENCE. When he was made a shriver, 'twas for shrift.<br/>
-  KING EDWARD. Brothers, you muse what chat we two have had.<br/>
-  GLOUCESTER. The widow likes it not, for she looks very sad.<br/>
-  KING EDWARD. You'd think it strange if I should marry her.<br/>
-  CLARENCE. To who, my lord?<br/>
-  KING EDWARD. Why, Clarence, to myself.<br/>
-  GLOUCESTER. That would be ten days' wonder at the least.<br/>
-  CLARENCE. That's a day longer than a wonder lasts.<br/>
-  GLOUCESTER. By so much is the wonder in extremes.<br/>
-  KING EDWARD. Well, jest on, brothers; I can tell you both<br/>
-    Her suit is granted for her husband's lands.<br/>
-</p>
-
-<p>                       Enter a NOBLEMAN</p>
-
-<p>  NOBLEMAN. My gracious lord, Henry your foe is taken<br/>
-    And brought your prisoner to your palace gate.<br/>
-  KING EDWARD. See that he be convey'd unto the Tower.<br/>
-    And go we, brothers, to the man that took him<br/>
-    To question of his apprehension.<br/>
-    Widow, go you along. Lords, use her honourably.<br/>
-                                       Exeunt all but GLOUCESTER<br/>
-  GLOUCESTER. Ay, Edward will use women honourably.<br/>
-    Would he were wasted, marrow, bones, and all,<br/>
-    That from his loins no hopeful branch may spring<br/>
-    To cross me from the golden time I look for!<br/>
-    And yet, between my soul's desire and me-<br/>
-    The lustful Edward's title buried-<br/>
-    Is Clarence, Henry, and his son young Edward,<br/>
-    And all the unlook'd for issue of their bodies,<br/>
-    To take their rooms ere I can place myself.<br/>
-    A cold premeditation for my purpose!<br/>
-    Why, then I do but dream on sovereignty;<br/>
-    Like one that stands upon a promontory<br/>
-    And spies a far-off shore where he would tread,<br/>
-    Wishing his foot were equal with his eye;<br/>
-    And chides the sea that sunders him from thence,<br/>
-    Saying he'll lade it dry to have his way-<br/>
-    So do I wish the crown, being so far off;<br/>
-    And so I chide the means that keeps me from it;<br/>
-    And so I say I'll cut the causes off,<br/>
-    Flattering me with impossibilities.<br/>
-    My eye's too quick, my heart o'erweens too much,<br/>
-    Unless my hand and strength could equal them.<br/>
-    Well, say there is no kingdom then for Richard;<br/>
-    What other pleasure can the world afford?<br/>
-    I'll make my heaven in a lady's lap,<br/>
-    And deck my body in gay ornaments,<br/>
-    And witch sweet ladies with my words and looks.<br/>
-    O miserable thought! and more unlikely<br/>
-    Than to accomplish twenty golden crowns.<br/>
-    Why, love forswore me in my mother's womb;<br/>
-    And, for I should not deal in her soft laws,<br/>
-    She did corrupt frail nature with some bribe<br/>
-    To shrink mine arm up like a wither'd shrub<br/>
-    To make an envious mountain on my back,<br/>
-    Where sits deformity to mock my body;<br/>
-    To shape my legs of an unequal size;<br/>
-    To disproportion me in every part,<br/>
-    Like to a chaos, or an unlick'd bear-whelp<br/>
-    That carries no impression like the dam.<br/>
-    And am I, then, a man to be belov'd?<br/>
-    O monstrous fault to harbour such a thought!<br/>
-    Then, since this earth affords no joy to me<br/>
-    But to command, to check, to o'erbear such<br/>
-    As are of better person than myself,<br/>
-    I'll make my heaven to dream upon the crown,<br/>
-    And whiles I live t' account this world but hell,<br/>
-    Until my misshap'd trunk that bear this head<br/>
-    Be round impaled with a glorious crown.<br/>
-    And yet I know not how to get the crown,<br/>
-    For many lives stand between me and home;<br/>
-    And I- like one lost in a thorny wood<br/>
-    That rents the thorns and is rent with the thorns,<br/>
-    Seeking a way and straying from the way<br/>
-    Not knowing how to find the open air,<br/>
-    But toiling desperately to find it out-<br/>
-    Torment myself to catch the English crown;<br/>
-    And from that torment I will free myself<br/>
-    Or hew my way out with a bloody axe.<br/>
-    Why, I can smile, and murder whiles I smile,<br/>
-    And cry 'Content!' to that which grieves my heart,<br/>
-    And wet my cheeks with artificial tears,<br/>
-    And frame my face to all occasions.<br/>
-    I'll drown more sailors than the mermaid shall;<br/>
-    I'll slay more gazers than the basilisk;<br/>
-    I'll play the orator as well as Nestor,<br/>
-    Deceive more slily than Ulysses could,<br/>
-    And, like a Sinon, take another Troy.<br/>
-    I can add colours to the chameleon,<br/>
-    Change shapes with Protheus for advantages,<br/>
-    And set the murderous Machiavel to school.<br/>
-    Can I do this, and cannot get a crown?<br/>
-    Tut, were it farther off, I'll pluck it down.           Exit<br/>
+<p class="right">[<i>They retire.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+YORK.<br/>
+The Queen this day here holds her parliament,<br/>
+But little thinks we shall be of her council.<br/>
+By words or blows here let us win our right.
 </p>
 
-<h4>SCENE III.
-France.  The KING'S palace</h4>
-
-<p>Flourish.  Enter LEWIS the French King, his sister BONA,
-his Admiral call'd BOURBON; PRINCE EDWARD, QUEEN MARGARET,
-and the EARL of OXFORD.  LEWIS sits, and riseth up again</p>
-
-<p>  LEWIS. Fair Queen of England, worthy Margaret,<br/>
-    Sit down with us. It ill befits thy state<br/>
-    And birth that thou shouldst stand while Lewis doth sit.<br/>
-  QUEEN MARGARET. No, mighty King of France. Now Margaret<br/>
-    Must strike her sail and learn a while to serve<br/>
-    Where kings command. I was, I must confess,<br/>
-    Great Albion's Queen in former golden days;<br/>
-    But now mischance hath trod my title down<br/>
-    And with dishonour laid me on the ground,<br/>
-    Where I must take like seat unto my fortune,<br/>
-    And to my humble seat conform myself.<br/>
-  LEWIS. Why, say, fair Queen, whence springs this deep despair?<br/>
-  QUEEN MARGARET. From such a cause as fills mine eyes with tears<br/>
-    And stops my tongue, while heart is drown'd in cares.<br/>
-  LEWIS. Whate'er it be, be thou still like thyself,<br/>
-    And sit thee by our side. [Seats her by him] Yield not thy neck<br/>
-    To fortune's yoke, but let thy dauntless mind<br/>
-    Still ride in triumph over all mischance.<br/>
-    Be plain, Queen Margaret, and tell thy grief;<br/>
-    It shall be eas'd, if France can yield relief.<br/>
-  QUEEN MARGARET. Those gracious words revive my drooping thoughts<br/>
-    And give my tongue-tied sorrows leave to speak.<br/>
-    Now therefore be it known to noble Lewis<br/>
-    That Henry, sole possessor of my love,<br/>
-    Is, of a king, become a banish'd man,<br/>
-    And forc'd to live in Scotland a forlorn;<br/>
-    While proud ambitious Edward Duke of York<br/>
-    Usurps the regal title and the seat<br/>
-    Of England's true-anointed lawful King.<br/>
-    This is the cause that I, poor Margaret,<br/>
-    With this my son, Prince Edward, Henry's heir,<br/>
-    Am come to crave thy just and lawful aid;<br/>
-    And if thou fail us, all our hope is done.<br/>
-    Scotland hath will to help, but cannot help;<br/>
-    Our people and our peers are both misled,<br/>
-    Our treasure seiz'd, our soldiers put to flight,<br/>
-    And, as thou seest, ourselves in heavy plight.<br/>
-  LEWIS. Renowned Queen, with patience calm the storm,<br/>
-    While we bethink a means to break it off.<br/>
-  QUEEN MARGARET. The more we stay, the stronger grows our foe.<br/>
-  LEWIS. The more I stay, the more I'll succour thee.<br/>
-  QUEEN MARGARET. O, but impatience waiteth on true sorrow.<br/>
-    And see where comes the breeder of my sorrow!<br/>
-</p>
-
-<p>                        Enter WARWICK</p>
-
-<p>  LEWIS. What's he approacheth boldly to our presence?<br/>
-  QUEEN MARGARET. Our Earl of Warwick, Edward's greatest friend.<br/>
-  LEWIS. Welcome, brave Warwick! What brings thee to France?<br/>
-                                      [He descends. She ariseth]<br/>
-  QUEEN MARGARET. Ay, now begins a second storm to rise;<br/>
-    For this is he that moves both wind and tide.<br/>
-  WARWICK. From worthy Edward, King of Albion,<br/>
-    My lord and sovereign, and thy vowed friend,<br/>
-    I come, in kindness and unfeigned love,<br/>
-    First to do greetings to thy royal person,<br/>
-    And then to crave a league of amity,<br/>
-    And lastly to confirm that amity<br/>
-    With nuptial knot, if thou vouchsafe to grant<br/>
-    That virtuous Lady Bona, thy fair sister,<br/>
-    To England's King in lawful marriage.<br/>
-  QUEEN MARGARET. [Aside] If that go forward, Henry's hope is done.<br/>
-  WARWICK. [To BONA] And, gracious madam, in our king's behalf,<br/>
-    I am commanded, with your leave and favour,<br/>
-    Humbly to kiss your hand, and with my tongue<br/>
-    To tell the passion of my sovereign's heart;<br/>
-    Where fame, late ent'ring at his heedful ears,<br/>
-    Hath plac'd thy beauty's image and thy virtue.<br/>
-  QUEEN MARGARET. King Lewis and Lady Bona, hear me speak<br/>
-    Before you answer Warwick. His demand<br/>
-    Springs not from Edward's well-meant honest love,<br/>
-    But from deceit bred by necessity;<br/>
-    For how can tyrants safely govern home<br/>
-    Unless abroad they purchase great alliance?<br/>
-    To prove him tyrant this reason may suffice,<br/>
-    That Henry liveth still; but were he dead,<br/>
-    Yet here Prince Edward stands, King Henry's son.<br/>
-    Look therefore, Lewis, that by this league and marriage<br/>
-    Thou draw not on thy danger and dishonour;<br/>
-    For though usurpers sway the rule a while<br/>
-    Yet heav'ns are just, and time suppresseth wrongs.<br/>
-  WARWICK. Injurious Margaret!<br/>
-  PRINCE OF WALES. And why not Queen?<br/>
-  WARWICK. Because thy father Henry did usurp;<br/>
-    And thou no more art prince than she is queen.<br/>
-  OXFORD. Then Warwick disannuls great John of Gaunt,<br/>
-    Which did subdue the greatest part of Spain;<br/>
-    And, after John of Gaunt, Henry the Fourth,<br/>
-    Whose wisdom was a mirror to the wisest;<br/>
-    And, after that wise prince, Henry the Fifth,<br/>
-    Who by his prowess conquered all France.<br/>
-    From these our Henry lineally descends.<br/>
-  WARWICK. Oxford, how haps it in this smooth discourse<br/>
-    You told not how Henry the Sixth hath lost<br/>
-    All that which Henry the Fifth had gotten?<br/>
-    Methinks these peers of France should smile at that.<br/>
-    But for the rest: you tell a pedigree<br/>
-    Of threescore and two years- a silly time<br/>
-    To make prescription for a kingdom's worth.<br/>
-  OXFORD. Why, Warwick, canst thou speak against thy liege,<br/>
-    Whom thou obeyed'st thirty and six years,<br/>
-    And not betray thy treason with a blush?<br/>
-  WARWICK. Can Oxford that did ever fence the right<br/>
-    Now buckler falsehood with a pedigree?<br/>
-    For shame! Leave Henry, and call Edward king.<br/>
-  OXFORD. Call him my king by whose injurious doom<br/>
-    My elder brother, the Lord Aubrey Vere,<br/>
-    Was done to death; and more than so, my father,<br/>
-    Even in the downfall of his mellow'd years,<br/>
-    When nature brought him to the door of death?<br/>
-    No, Warwick, no; while life upholds this arm,<br/>
-    This arm upholds the house of Lancaster.<br/>
-  WARWICK. And I the house of York.<br/>
-  LEWIS. Queen Margaret, Prince Edward, and Oxford,<br/>
-    Vouchsafe at our request to stand aside<br/>
-    While I use further conference with Warwick.<br/>
-                                              [They stand aloof]<br/>
-  QUEEN MARGARET. Heavens grant that Warwick's words bewitch him not!<br/>
-  LEWIS. Now, Warwick, tell me, even upon thy conscience,<br/>
-    Is Edward your true king? for I were loath<br/>
-    To link with him that were not lawful chosen.<br/>
-  WARWICK. Thereon I pawn my credit and mine honour.<br/>
-  LEWIS. But is he gracious in the people's eye?<br/>
-  WARWICK. The more that Henry was unfortunate.<br/>
-  LEWIS. Then further: all dissembling set aside,<br/>
-    Tell me for truth the measure of his love<br/>
-    Unto our sister Bona.<br/>
-  WARWICK. Such it seems<br/>
-    As may beseem a monarch like himself.<br/>
-    Myself have often heard him say and swear<br/>
-    That this his love was an eternal plant<br/>
-    Whereof the root was fix'd in virtue's ground,<br/>
-    The leaves and fruit maintain'd with beauty's sun,<br/>
-    Exempt from envy, but not from disdain,<br/>
-    Unless the Lady Bona quit his pain.<br/>
-  LEWIS. Now, sister, let us hear your firm resolve.<br/>
-  BONA. Your grant or your denial shall be mine.<br/>
-    [To WARWICK] Yet I confess that often ere this day,<br/>
-    When I have heard your king's desert recounted,<br/>
-    Mine ear hath tempted judgment to desire.<br/>
-  LEWIS. Then, Warwick, thus: our sister shall be Edward's.<br/>
-    And now forthwith shall articles be drawn<br/>
-    Touching the jointure that your king must make,<br/>
-    Which with her dowry shall be counterpois'd.<br/>
-    Draw near, Queen Margaret, and be a witness<br/>
-    That Bona shall be wife to the English king.<br/>
-  PRINCE OF WALES. To Edward, but not to the English king.<br/>
-  QUEEN MARGARET. Deceitful Warwick, it was thy device<br/>
-    By this alliance to make void my suit.<br/>
-    Before thy coming, Lewis was Henry's friend.<br/>
-  LEWIS. And still is friend to him and Margaret.<br/>
-    But if your title to the crown be weak,<br/>
-    As may appear by Edward's good success,<br/>
-    Then 'tis but reason that I be releas'd<br/>
-    From giving aid which late I promised.<br/>
-    Yet shall you have all kindness at my hand<br/>
-    That your estate requires and mine can yield.<br/>
-  WARWICK. Henry now lives in Scotland at his case,<br/>
-    Where having nothing, nothing can he lose.<br/>
-    And as for you yourself, our quondam queen,<br/>
-    You have a father able to maintain you,<br/>
-    And better 'twere you troubled him than France.<br/>
-  QUEEN MARGARET. Peace, impudent and shameless Warwick,<br/>
-    Proud setter up and puller down of kings!<br/>
-    I will not hence till with my talk and tears,<br/>
-    Both full of truth, I make King Lewis behold<br/>
-    Thy sly conveyance and thy lord's false love;<br/>
-    For both of you are birds of self-same feather.<br/>
-                                    [POST blowing a horn within]<br/>
-  LEWIS. Warwick, this is some post to us or thee.<br/>
-</p>
-
-<p>                       Enter the POST</p>
-
-<p>  POST. My lord ambassador, these letters are for you,<br/>
-    Sent from your brother, Marquis Montague.<br/>
-    These from our King unto your Majesty.<br/>
-    And, madam, these for you; from whom I know not.<br/>
-                                   [They all read their letters]<br/>
-  OXFORD. I like it well that our fair Queen and mistress<br/>
-    Smiles at her news, while Warwick frowns at his.<br/>
-  PRINCE OF WALES. Nay, mark how Lewis stamps as he were nettled.<br/>
-    I hope all's for the best.<br/>
-  LEWIS. Warwick, what are thy news? And yours, fair Queen?<br/>
-  QUEEN MARGARET. Mine such as fill my heart with unhop'd joys.<br/>
-  WARWICK. Mine, full of sorrow and heart's discontent.<br/>
-  LEWIS. What, has your king married the Lady Grey?<br/>
-    And now, to soothe your forgery and his,<br/>
-    Sends me a paper to persuade me patience?<br/>
-    Is this th' alliance that he seeks with France?<br/>
-    Dare he presume to scorn us in this manner?<br/>
-  QUEEN MARGARET. I told your Majesty as much before.<br/>
-    This proveth Edward's love and Warwick's honesty.<br/>
-  WARWICK. King Lewis, I here protest in sight of heaven,<br/>
-    And by the hope I have of heavenly bliss,<br/>
-    That I am clear from this misdeed of Edward's-<br/>
-    No more my king, for he dishonours me,<br/>
-    But most himself, if he could see his shame.<br/>
-    Did I forget that by the house of York<br/>
-    My father came untimely to his death?<br/>
-    Did I let pass th' abuse done to my niece?<br/>
-    Did I impale him with the regal crown?<br/>
-    Did I put Henry from his native right?<br/>
-    And am I guerdon'd at the last with shame?<br/>
-    Shame on himself! for my desert is honour;<br/>
-    And to repair my honour lost for him<br/>
-    I here renounce him and return to Henry.<br/>
-    My noble Queen, let former grudges pass,<br/>
-    And henceforth I am thy true servitor.<br/>
-    I will revenge his wrong to Lady Bona,<br/>
-    And replant Henry in his former state.<br/>
-  QUEEN MARGARET. Warwick, these words have turn'd my hate to love;<br/>
-    And I forgive and quite forget old faults,<br/>
-    And joy that thou becom'st King Henry's friend.<br/>
-  WARWICK. So much his friend, ay, his unfeigned friend,<br/>
-    That if King Lewis vouchsafe to furnish us<br/>
-    With some few bands of chosen soldiers,<br/>
-    I'll undertake to land them on our coast<br/>
-    And force the tyrant from his seat by war.<br/>
-    'Tis not his new-made bride shall succour him;<br/>
-    And as for Clarence, as my letters tell me,<br/>
-    He's very likely now to fall from him<br/>
-    For matching more for wanton lust than honour<br/>
-    Or than for strength and safety of our country.<br/>
-  BONA. Dear brother, how shall Bona be reveng'd<br/>
-    But by thy help to this distressed queen?<br/>
-  QUEEN MARGARET. Renowned Prince, how shall poor Henry live<br/>
-    Unless thou rescue him from foul despair?<br/>
-  BONA. My quarrel and this English queen's are one.<br/>
-  WARWICK. And mine, fair Lady Bona, joins with yours.<br/>
-  LEWIS. And mine with hers, and thine, and Margaret's.<br/>
-    Therefore, at last, I firmly am resolv'd<br/>
-    You shall have aid.<br/>
-  QUEEN MARGARET. Let me give humble thanks for all at once.<br/>
-  LEWIS. Then, England's messenger, return in post<br/>
-    And tell false Edward, thy supposed king,<br/>
-    That Lewis of France is sending over masquers<br/>
-    To revel it with him and his new bride.<br/>
-    Thou seest what's past; go fear thy king withal.<br/>
-  BONA. Tell him, in hope he'll prove a widower shortly,<br/>
-    I'll wear the willow-garland for his sake.<br/>
-  QUEEN MARGARET. Tell him my mourning weeds are laid aside,<br/>
-    And I am ready to put armour on.<br/>
-  WARWICK. Tell him from me that he hath done me wrong,<br/>
-    And therefore I'll uncrown him ere't be long.<br/>
-    There's thy reward; be gone.                       Exit POST<br/>
-  LEWIS. But, Warwick,<br/>
-    Thou and Oxford, with five thousand men,<br/>
-    Shall cross the seas and bid false Edward battle:<br/>
-    And, as occasion serves, this noble Queen<br/>
-    And Prince shall follow with a fresh supply.<br/>
-    Yet, ere thou go, but answer me one doubt:<br/>
-    What pledge have we of thy firm loyalty?<br/>
-  WARWICK. This shall assure my constant loyalty:<br/>
-    That if our Queen and this young Prince agree,<br/>
-    I'll join mine eldest daughter and my joy<br/>
-    To him forthwith in holy wedlock bands.<br/>
-  QUEEN MARGARET. Yes, I agree, and thank you for your motion.<br/>
-    Son Edward, she is fair and virtuous,<br/>
-    Therefore delay not- give thy hand to Warwick;<br/>
-    And with thy hand thy faith irrevocable<br/>
-    That only Warwick's daughter shall be thine.<br/>
-  PRINCE OF WALES. Yes, I accept her, for she well deserves it;<br/>
-    And here, to pledge my vow, I give my hand.<br/>
-                                  [He gives his hand to WARWICK]<br/>
-  LEWIS. stay we now? These soldiers shall be levied;<br/>
-    And thou, Lord Bourbon, our High Admiral,<br/>
-    Shall waft them over with our royal fleet.<br/>
-    I long till Edward fall by war's mischance<br/>
-    For mocking marriage with a dame of France.<br/>
-                                          Exeunt all but WARWICK<br/>
-  WARWICK. I came from Edward as ambassador,<br/>
-    But I return his sworn and mortal foe.<br/>
-    Matter of marriage was the charge he gave me,<br/>
-    But dreadful war shall answer his demand.<br/>
-    Had he none else to make a stale but me?<br/>
-    Then none but I shall turn his jest to sorrow.<br/>
-    I was the chief that rais'd him to the crown,<br/>
-    And I'll be chief to bring him down again;<br/>
-    Not that I pity Henry's misery,<br/>
-    But seek revenge on Edward's mockery.                   Exit<br/>
+<p class="drama">
+RICHARD.<br/>
+Armed as we are, let’s stay within this house.
 </p>
 
-<h4>ACT IV. SCENE I.
-London. The palace</h4>
-
-<p>Enter GLOUCESTER, CLARENCE, SOMERSET, and MONTAGUE</p>
-
-<p>  GLOUCESTER. Now tell me, brother Clarence, what think you<br/>
-    Of this new marriage with the Lady Grey?<br/>
-    Hath not our brother made a worthy choice?<br/>
-  CLARENCE. Alas, you know 'tis far from hence to France!<br/>
-    How could he stay till Warwick made return?<br/>
-  SOMERSET. My lords, forbear this talk; here comes the King.<br/>
-</p>
-
-<p>           Flourish. Enter KING EDWARD, attended; LADY<br/>
-          GREY, as Queen; PEMBROKE, STAFFORD, HASTINGS,<br/>
-      and others. Four stand on one side, and four on the other<br/>
-</p>
-
-<p>  GLOUCESTER. And his well-chosen bride.<br/>
-  CLARENCE. I mind to tell him plainly what I think.<br/>
-  KING EDWARD. Now, brother of Clarence, how like you our choice<br/>
-    That you stand pensive as half malcontent?<br/>
-  CLARENCE. As well as Lewis of France or the Earl of Warwick,<br/>
-    Which are so weak of courage and in judgment<br/>
-    That they'll take no offence at our abuse.<br/>
-  KING EDWARD. Suppose they take offence without a cause;<br/>
-    They are but Lewis and Warwick: I am Edward,<br/>
-    Your King and Warwick's and must have my will.<br/>
-  GLOUCESTER. And shall have your will, because our King.<br/>
-    Yet hasty marriage seldom proveth well.<br/>
-  KING EDWARD. Yea, brother Richard, are you offended too?<br/>
-  GLOUCESTER. Not I.<br/>
-    No, God forbid that I should wish them sever'd<br/>
-    Whom God hath join'd together; ay, and 'twere pity<br/>
-    To sunder them that yoke so well together.<br/>
-  KING EDWARD. Setting your scorns and your mislike aside,<br/>
-    Tell me some reason why the Lady Grey<br/>
-    Should not become my wife and England's Queen.<br/>
-    And you too, Somerset and Montague,<br/>
-    Speak freely what you think.<br/>
-  CLARENCE. Then this is mine opinion: that King Lewis<br/>
-    Becomes your enemy for mocking him<br/>
-    About the marriage of the Lady Bona.<br/>
-  GLOUCESTER. And Warwick, doing what you gave in charge,<br/>
-    Is now dishonoured by this new marriage.<br/>
-  KING EDWARD. What if both Lewis and Warwick be appeas'd<br/>
-    By such invention as I can devise?<br/>
-  MONTAGUE. Yet to have join'd with France in such alliance<br/>
-    Would more have strength'ned this our commonwealth<br/>
-    'Gainst foreign storms than any home-bred marriage.<br/>
-  HASTINGS. Why, knows not Montague that of itself<br/>
-    England is safe, if true within itself?<br/>
-  MONTAGUE. But the safer when 'tis back'd with France.<br/>
-  HASTINGS. 'Tis better using France than trusting France.<br/>
-    Let us be back'd with God, and with the seas<br/>
-    Which He hath giv'n for fence impregnable,<br/>
-    And with their helps only defend ourselves.<br/>
-    In them and in ourselves our safety lies.<br/>
-  CLARENCE. For this one speech Lord Hastings well deserves<br/>
-    To have the heir of the Lord Hungerford.<br/>
-  KING EDWARD. Ay, what of that? it was my will and grant;<br/>
-    And for this once my will shall stand for law.<br/>
-  GLOUCESTER. And yet methinks your Grace hath not done well<br/>
-    To give the heir and daughter of Lord Scales<br/>
-    Unto the brother of your loving bride.<br/>
-    She better would have fitted me or Clarence;<br/>
-    But in your bride you bury brotherhood.<br/>
-  CLARENCE. Or else you would not have bestow'd the heir<br/>
-    Of the Lord Bonville on your new wife's son,<br/>
-    And leave your brothers to go speed elsewhere.<br/>
-  KING EDWARD. Alas, poor Clarence! Is it for a wife<br/>
-    That thou art malcontent? I will provide thee.<br/>
-  CLARENCE. In choosing for yourself you show'd your judgment,<br/>
-    Which being shallow, you shall give me leave<br/>
-    To play the broker in mine own behalf;<br/>
-    And to that end I shortly mind to leave you.<br/>
-  KING EDWARD. Leave me or tarry, Edward will be King,<br/>
-    And not be tied unto his brother's will.<br/>
-  QUEEN ELIZABETH. My lords, before it pleas'd his Majesty<br/>
-    To raise my state to title of a queen,<br/>
-    Do me but right, and you must all confess<br/>
-    That I was not ignoble of descent:<br/>
-    And meaner than myself have had like fortune.<br/>
-    But as this title honours me and mine,<br/>
-    So your dislikes, to whom I would be pleasing,<br/>
-    Doth cloud my joys with danger and with sorrow.<br/>
-  KING EDWARD. My love, forbear to fawn upon their frowns.<br/>
-    What danger or what sorrow can befall thee,<br/>
-    So long as Edward is thy constant friend<br/>
-    And their true sovereign whom they must obey?<br/>
-    Nay, whom they shall obey, and love thee too,<br/>
-    Unless they seek for hatred at my hands;<br/>
-    Which if they do, yet will I keep thee safe,<br/>
-    And they shall feel the vengeance of my wrath.<br/>
-  GLOUCESTER. [Aside] I hear, yet say not much, but think the more.<br/>
-</p>
-
-<p>                          Enter a POST</p>
-
-<p>  KING EDWARD. Now, messenger, what letters or what news<br/>
-    From France?<br/>
-  MESSENGER. My sovereign liege, no letters, and few words,<br/>
-    But such as I, without your special pardon,<br/>
-    Dare not relate.<br/>
-  KING EDWARD. Go to, we pardon thee; therefore, in brief,<br/>
-    Tell me their words as near as thou canst guess them.<br/>
-    What answer makes King Lewis unto our letters?<br/>
-  MESSENGER. At my depart, these were his very words:<br/>
-    'Go tell false Edward, the supposed king,<br/>
-    That Lewis of France is sending over masquers<br/>
-    To revel it with him and his new bride.'<br/>
-  KING EDWARD. IS Lewis so brave? Belike he thinks me Henry.<br/>
-    But what said Lady Bona to my marriage?<br/>
-  MESSENGER. These were her words, utt'red with mild disdain:<br/>
-    'Tell him, in hope he'll prove a widower shortly,<br/>
-    I'll wear the willow-garland for his sake.'<br/>
-  KING EDWARD. I blame not her: she could say little less;<br/>
-    She had the wrong. But what said Henry's queen?<br/>
-    For I have heard that she was there in place.<br/>
-  MESSENGER. 'Tell him' quoth she 'my mourning weeds are done,<br/>
-    And I am ready to put armour on.'<br/>
-  KING EDWARD. Belike she minds to play the Amazon.<br/>
-    But what said Warwick to these injuries?<br/>
-  MESSENGER. He, more incens'd against your Majesty<br/>
-    Than all the rest, discharg'd me with these words:<br/>
-    'Tell him from me that he hath done me wrong;<br/>
-    And therefore I'll uncrown him ere't be long.'<br/>
-  KING EDWARD. Ha! durst the traitor breathe out so proud words?<br/>
-    Well, I will arm me, being thus forewarn'd.<br/>
-    They shall have wars and pay for their presumption.<br/>
-    But say, is Warwick friends with Margaret?<br/>
-  MESSENGER. Ay, gracious sovereign; they are so link'd in friendship<br/>
-    That young Prince Edward marries Warwick's daughter.<br/>
-  CLARENCE. Belike the elder; Clarence will have the younger.<br/>
-    Now, brother king, farewell, and sit you fast,<br/>
-    For I will hence to Warwick's other daughter;<br/>
-    That, though I want a kingdom, yet in marriage<br/>
-    I may not prove inferior to yourself.<br/>
-    You that love me and Warwick, follow me.<br/>
-                                      Exit, and SOMERSET follows<br/>
-  GLOUCESTER. [Aside] Not I.<br/>
-    My thoughts aim at a further matter; I<br/>
-    Stay not for the love of Edward but the crown.<br/>
-  KING EDWARD. Clarence and Somerset both gone to Warwick!<br/>
-    Yet am I arm'd against the worst can happen;<br/>
-    And haste is needful in this desp'rate case.<br/>
-    Pembroke and Stafford, you in our behalf<br/>
-    Go levy men and make prepare for war;<br/>
-    They are already, or quickly will be landed.<br/>
-    Myself in person will straight follow you.<br/>
-                                    Exeunt PEMBROKE and STAFFORD<br/>
-    But ere I go, Hastings and Montague,<br/>
-    Resolve my doubt. You twain, of all the rest,<br/>
-    Are near to Warwick by blood and by alliance.<br/>
-    Tell me if you love Warwick more than me?<br/>
-    If it be so, then both depart to him:<br/>
-    I rather wish you foes than hollow friends.<br/>
-    But if you mind to hold your true obedience,<br/>
-    Give me assurance with some friendly vow,<br/>
-    That I may never have you in suspect.<br/>
-  MONTAGUE. So God help Montague as he proves true!<br/>
-  HASTINGS. And Hastings as he favours Edward's cause!<br/>
-  KING EDWARD. Now, brother Richard, will you stand by us?<br/>
-  GLOUCESTER. Ay, in despite of all that shall withstand you.<br/>
-  KING EDWARD. Why, so! then am I sure of victory.<br/>
-    Now therefore let us hence, and lose no hour<br/>
-    Till we meet Warwick with his foreign pow'r.          Exeunt<br/>
+<p class="drama">
+WARWICK.<br/>
+The bloody parliament shall this be called,<br/>
+Unless Plantagenet, Duke of York, be king,<br/>
+And bashful Henry deposed, whose cowardice<br/>
+Hath made us bywords to our enemies.
 </p>
 
-<h4>SCENE II.
-A plain in Warwickshire</h4>
-
-<p>Enter WARWICK and OXFORD, with French soldiers</p>
-
-<p>  WARWICK. Trust me, my lord, all hitherto goes well;<br/>
-    The common people by numbers swarm to us.<br/>
-</p>
-
-<p>                 Enter CLARENCE and SOMERSET</p>
-
-<p>    But see where Somerset and Clarence comes.<br/>
-    Speak suddenly, my lords- are we all friends?<br/>
-  CLARENCE. Fear not that, my lord.<br/>
-  WARWICK. Then, gentle Clarence, welcome unto Warwick;<br/>
-    And welcome, Somerset. I hold it cowardice<br/>
-    To rest mistrustful where a noble heart<br/>
-    Hath pawn'd an open hand in sign of love;<br/>
-    Else might I think that Clarence, Edward's brother,<br/>
-    Were but a feigned friend to our proceedings.<br/>
-    But welcome, sweet Clarence; my daughter shall be thine.<br/>
-    And now what rests but, in night's coverture,<br/>
-    Thy brother being carelessly encamp'd,<br/>
-    His soldiers lurking in the towns about,<br/>
-    And but attended by a simple guard,<br/>
-    We may surprise and take him at our pleasure?<br/>
-    Our scouts have found the adventure very easy;<br/>
-    That as Ulysses and stout Diomede<br/>
-    With sleight and manhood stole to Rhesus' tents,<br/>
-    And brought from thence the Thracian fatal steeds,<br/>
-    So we, well cover'd with the night's black mantle,<br/>
-    At unawares may beat down Edward's guard<br/>
-    And seize himself- I say not 'slaughter him,'<br/>
-    For I intend but only to surprise him.<br/>
-    You that will follow me to this attempt,<br/>
-    Applaud the name of Henry with your leader.<br/>
-                                         [They all cry 'Henry!']<br/>
-    Why then, let's on our way in silent sort.<br/>
-    For Warwick and his friends, God and Saint George!    Exeunt<br/>
+<p class="drama">
+YORK.<br/>
+Then leave me not, my lords; be resolute.<br/>
+I mean to take possession of my right.
 </p>
 
-<h4>SCENE III.
-Edward's camp, near Warwick</h4>
-
-<p>Enter three WATCHMEN, to guard the KING'S tent</p>
-
-<p>  FIRST WATCHMAN. Come on, my masters, each man take his stand;<br/>
-    The King by this is set him down to sleep.<br/>
-  SECOND WATCHMAN. What, will he not to bed?<br/>
-  FIRST WATCHMAN. Why, no; for he hath made a solemn vow<br/>
-    Never to lie and take his natural rest<br/>
-    Till Warwick or himself be quite suppress'd.<br/>
-  SECOND WATCHMAN. To-morrow then, belike, shall be the day,<br/>
-    If Warwick be so near as men report.<br/>
-  THIRD WATCHMAN. But say, I pray, what nobleman is that<br/>
-    That with the King here resteth in his tent?<br/>
-  FIRST WATCHMAN. 'Tis the Lord Hastings, the King's chiefest friend.<br/>
-  THIRD WATCHMAN. O, is it So? But why commands the King<br/>
-    That his chief followers lodge in towns about him,<br/>
-    While he himself keeps in the cold field?<br/>
-  SECOND WATCHMAN. 'Tis the more honour, because more dangerous.<br/>
-  THIRD WATCHMAN. Ay, but give me worship and quietness;<br/>
-    I like it better than dangerous honour.<br/>
-    If Warwick knew in what estate he stands,<br/>
-    'Tis to be doubted he would waken him.<br/>
-  FIRST WATCHMAN. Unless our halberds did shut up his passage.<br/>
-  SECOND WATCHMAN. Ay, wherefore else guard we his royal tent<br/>
-    But to defend his person from night-foes?<br/>
-</p>
-
-<p>             Enter WARWICK, CLARENCE, OXFORD, SOMERSET,<br/>
-                   and French soldiers, silent all<br/>
-</p>
-
-<p>  WARWICK. This is his tent; and see where stand his guard.<br/>
-    Courage, my masters! Honour now or never!<br/>
-    But follow me, and Edward shall be ours.<br/>
-  FIRST WATCHMAN. Who goes there?<br/>
-  SECOND WATCHMAN. Stay, or thou diest.<br/>
-</p>
-
-<p>       WARWICK and the rest cry all 'Warwick! Warwick!' and<br/>
-      set upon the guard, who fly, crying 'Arm! Arm!' WARWICK<br/>
-                   and the rest following them<br/>
-</p>
-
-<p>      The drum playing and trumpet sounding, re-enter WARWICK<br/>
-         and the rest, bringing the KING out in his gown,<br/>
-   sitting in a chair. GLOUCESTER and HASTINGS fly over the stage<br/>
-</p>
-
-<p>  SOMERSET. What are they that fly there?<br/>
-  WARWICK. Richard and Hastings. Let them go; here is the Duke.<br/>
-  KING EDWARD. The Duke! Why, Warwick, when we parted,<br/>
-    Thou call'dst me King?<br/>
-  WARWICK. Ay, but the case is alter'd.<br/>
-    When you disgrac'd me in my embassade,<br/>
-    Then I degraded you from being King,<br/>
-    And come now to create you Duke of York.<br/>
-    Alas, how should you govern any kingdom<br/>
-    That know not how to use ambassadors,<br/>
-    Nor how to be contented with one wife,<br/>
-    Nor how to use your brothers brotherly,<br/>
-    Nor how to study for the people's welfare,<br/>
-    Nor how to shroud yourself from enemies?<br/>
-  KING EDWARD. Yea, brother of Clarence, art thou here too?<br/>
-    Nay, then I see that Edward needs must down.<br/>
-    Yet, Warwick, in despite of all mischance,<br/>
-    Of thee thyself and all thy complices,<br/>
-    Edward will always bear himself as King.<br/>
-    Though fortune's malice overthrow my state,<br/>
-    My mind exceeds the compass of her wheel.<br/>
-  WARWICK. Then, for his mind, be Edward England's king;<br/>
-                                           [Takes off his crown]<br/>
-    But Henry now shall wear the English crown<br/>
-    And be true King indeed; thou but the shadow.<br/>
-    My Lord of Somerset, at my request,<br/>
-    See that forthwith Duke Edward be convey'd<br/>
-    Unto my brother, Archbishop of York.<br/>
-    When I have fought with Pembroke and his fellows,<br/>
-    I'll follow you and tell what answer<br/>
-    Lewis and the Lady Bona send to him.<br/>
-    Now for a while farewell, good Duke of York.<br/>
-  KING EDWARD. What fates impose, that men must needs abide;<br/>
-    It boots not to resist both wind and tide.<br/>
-                                    [They lead him out forcibly]<br/>
-  OXFORD. What now remains, my lords, for us to do<br/>
-    But march to London with our soldiers?<br/>
-  WARWICK. Ay, that's the first thing that we have to do;<br/>
-    To free King Henry from imprisonment,<br/>
-    And see him seated in the regal throne.               Exeunt<br/>
+<p class="drama">
+WARWICK.<br/>
+Neither the King, nor he that loves him best,<br/>
+The proudest he that holds up Lancaster,<br/>
+Dares stir a wing if Warwick shake his bells.<br/>
+I’ll plant Plantagenet, root him up who dares.<br/>
+Resolve thee, Richard; claim the English crown.
 </p>
 
-<h4>SCENE IV.
-London. The palace</h4>
-
-<p>Enter QUEEN ELIZABETH and RIVERS</p>
-
-<p>  RIVERS. Madam, what makes you in this sudden change?<br/>
-  QUEEN ELIZABETH. Why, brother Rivers, are you yet to learn<br/>
-    What late misfortune is befall'n King Edward?<br/>
-  RIVERS. What, loss of some pitch'd battle against Warwick?<br/>
-  QUEEN ELIZABETH. No, but the loss of his own royal person.<br/>
-  RIVERS. Then is my sovereign slain?<br/>
-  QUEEN ELIZABETH. Ay, almost slain, for he is taken prisoner;<br/>
-    Either betray'd by falsehood of his guard<br/>
-    Or by his foe surpris'd at unawares;<br/>
-    And, as I further have to understand,<br/>
-    Is new committed to the Bishop of York,<br/>
-    Fell Warwick's brother, and by that our foe.<br/>
-  RIVERS. These news, I must confess, are full of grief;<br/>
-    Yet, gracious madam, bear it as you may:<br/>
-    Warwick may lose that now hath won the day.<br/>
-  QUEEN ELIZABETH. Till then, fair hope must hinder life's decay.<br/>
-    And I the rather wean me from despair<br/>
-    For love of Edward's offspring in my womb.<br/>
-    This is it that makes me bridle passion<br/>
-    And bear with mildness my misfortune's cross;<br/>
-    Ay, ay, for this I draw in many a tear<br/>
-    And stop the rising of blood-sucking sighs,<br/>
-    Lest with my sighs or tears I blast or drown<br/>
-    King Edward's fruit, true heir to th' English crown.<br/>
-  RIVERS. But, madam, where is Warwick then become?<br/>
-  QUEEN ELIZABETH. I am inform'd that he comes towards London<br/>
-    To set the crown once more on Henry's head.<br/>
-    Guess thou the rest: King Edward's friends must down.<br/>
-    But to prevent the tyrant's violence-<br/>
-    For trust not him that hath once broken faith-<br/>
-    I'll hence forthwith unto the sanctuary<br/>
-    To save at least the heir of Edward's right.<br/>
-    There shall I rest secure from force and fraud.<br/>
-    Come, therefore, let us fly while we may fly:<br/>
-    If Warwick take us, we are sure to die.               Exeunt<br/>
+<p class="right">[<i><span class="charname">Warwick</span> leads
+<span class="charname">York</span> to the throne, who seats himself.</i>]
 </p>
 
-<h4>SCENE V.
-A park near Middleham Castle in Yorkshire</h4>
-
-<p>Enter GLOUCESTER, LORD HASTINGS, SIR WILLIAM STANLEY, and others</p>
-
-<p>  GLOUCESTER. Now, my Lord Hastings and Sir William Stanley,<br/>
-    Leave off to wonder why I drew you hither<br/>
-    Into this chiefest thicket of the park.<br/>
-    Thus stands the case: you know our King, my brother,<br/>
-    Is prisoner to the Bishop here, at whose hands<br/>
-    He hath good usage and great liberty;<br/>
-    And often but attended with weak guard<br/>
-    Comes hunting this way to disport himself.<br/>
-    I have advertis'd him by secret means<br/>
-    That if about this hour he make this way,<br/>
-    Under the colour of his usual game,<br/>
-    He shall here find his friends, with horse and men,<br/>
-    To set him free from his captivity.<br/>
-</p>
-
-<p>             Enter KING EDWARD and a HUNTSMAN with him</p>
-
-<p>  HUNTSMAN. This way, my lord; for this way lies the game.<br/>
-  KING EDWARD. Nay, this way, man. See where the huntsmen stand.<br/>
-    Now, brother of Gloucester, Lord Hastings, and the rest,<br/>
-    Stand you thus close to steal the Bishop's deer?<br/>
-  GLOUCESTER. Brother, the time and case requireth haste;<br/>
-    Your horse stands ready at the park corner.<br/>
-  KING EDWARD. But whither shall we then?<br/>
-  HASTINGS. To Lynn, my lord; and shipt from thence to Flanders.<br/>
-  GLOUCESTER. Well guess'd, believe me; for that was my meaning.<br/>
-  KING EDWARD. Stanley, I will requite thy forwardness.<br/>
-  GLOUCESTER. But wherefore stay we? 'Tis no time to talk.<br/>
-  KING EDWARD. Huntsman, what say'st thou? Wilt thou go along?<br/>
-  HUNTSMAN. Better do so than tarry and be hang'd.<br/>
-  GLOUCESTER. Come then, away; let's ha' no more ado.<br/>
-  KING EDWARD. Bishop, farewell. Shield thee from Warwick's frown,<br/>
-    And pray that I may repossess the crown.              Exeunt<br/>
+<p class="scenedesc">Flourish. Enter <span class="charname">King Henry,
+Clifford, Northumberland, Westmoreland, Exeter</span> and the rest, all wearing
+the red rose.
 </p>
 
-<h4>SCENE VI.
-London. The Tower</h4>
-
-<p>Flourish. Enter KING HENRY, CLARENCE, WARWICK, SOMERSET, young HENRY,<br/>
-EARL OF RICHMOND, OXFORD, MONTAGUE, LIEUTENANT OF THE TOWER, and attendants<br/>
-</p>
-
-<p>  KING HENRY. Master Lieutenant, now that God and friends<br/>
-    Have shaken Edward from the regal seat<br/>
-    And turn'd my captive state to liberty,<br/>
-    My fear to hope, my sorrows unto joys,<br/>
-    At our enlargement what are thy due fees?<br/>
-  LIEUTENANT. Subjects may challenge nothing of their sov'reigns;<br/>
-    But if an humble prayer may prevail,<br/>
-    I then crave pardon of your Majesty.<br/>
-  KING HENRY. For what, Lieutenant? For well using me?<br/>
-    Nay, be thou sure I'll well requite thy kindness,<br/>
-    For that it made my imprisonment a pleasure;<br/>
-    Ay, such a pleasure as incaged birds<br/>
-    Conceive when, after many moody thoughts,<br/>
-    At last by notes of household harmony<br/>
-    They quite forget their loss of liberty.<br/>
-    But, Warwick, after God, thou set'st me free,<br/>
-    And chiefly therefore I thank God and thee;<br/>
-    He was the author, thou the instrument.<br/>
-    Therefore, that I may conquer fortune's spite<br/>
-    By living low where fortune cannot hurt me,<br/>
-    And that the people of this blessed land<br/>
-    May not be punish'd with my thwarting stars,<br/>
-    Warwick, although my head still wear the crown,<br/>
-    I here resign my government to thee,<br/>
-    For thou art fortunate in all thy deeds.<br/>
-  WARWICK. Your Grace hath still been fam'd for virtuous,<br/>
-    And now may seem as wise as virtuous<br/>
-    By spying and avoiding fortune's malice,<br/>
-    For few men rightly temper with the stars;<br/>
-    Yet in this one thing let me blame your Grace,<br/>
-    For choosing me when Clarence is in place.<br/>
-  CLARENCE. No, Warwick, thou art worthy of the sway,<br/>
-    To whom the heav'ns in thy nativity<br/>
-    Adjudg'd an olive branch and laurel crown,<br/>
-    As likely to be blest in peace and war;<br/>
-    And therefore I yield thee my free consent.<br/>
-  WARWICK. And I choose Clarence only for Protector.<br/>
-  KING HENRY. Warwick and Clarence, give me both your hands.<br/>
-    Now join your hands, and with your hands your hearts,<br/>
-    That no dissension hinder government.<br/>
-    I make you both Protectors of this land,<br/>
-    While I myself will lead a private life<br/>
-    And in devotion spend my latter days,<br/>
-    To sin's rebuke and my Creator's praise.<br/>
-  WARWICK. What answers Clarence to his sovereign's will?<br/>
-  CLARENCE. That he consents, if Warwick yield consent,<br/>
-    For on thy fortune I repose myself.<br/>
-  WARWICK. Why, then, though loath, yet must I be content.<br/>
-    We'll yoke together, like a double shadow<br/>
-    To Henry's body, and supply his place;<br/>
-    I mean, in bearing weight of government,<br/>
-    While he enjoys the honour and his ease.<br/>
-    And, Clarence, now then it is more than needful<br/>
-    Forthwith that Edward be pronounc'd a traitor,<br/>
-    And all his lands and goods confiscated.<br/>
-  CLARENCE. What else? And that succession be determin'd.<br/>
-  WARWICK. Ay, therein Clarence shall not want his part.<br/>
-  KING HENRY. But, with the first of all your chief affairs,<br/>
-    Let me entreat- for I command no more-<br/>
-    That Margaret your Queen and my son Edward<br/>
-    Be sent for to return from France with speed;<br/>
-    For till I see them here, by doubtful fear<br/>
-    My joy of liberty is half eclips'd.<br/>
-  CLARENCE. It shall be done, my sovereign, with all speed.<br/>
-  KING HENRY. My Lord of Somerset, what youth is that,<br/>
-    Of whom you seem to have so tender care?<br/>
-  SOMERSET. My liege, it is young Henry, Earl of Richmond.<br/>
-  KING HENRY. Come hither, England's hope.<br/>
-                                     [Lays his hand on his head]<br/>
-    If secret powers<br/>
-    Suggest but truth to my divining thoughts,<br/>
-    This pretty lad will prove our country's bliss.<br/>
-    His looks are full of peaceful majesty;<br/>
-    His head by nature fram'd to wear a crown,<br/>
-    His hand to wield a sceptre; and himself<br/>
-    Likely in time to bless a regal throne.<br/>
-    Make much of him, my lords; for this is he<br/>
-    Must help you more than you are hurt by me.<br/>
-</p>
-
-<p>                          Enter a POST</p>
-
-<p>  WARWICK. What news, my friend?<br/>
-  POST. That Edward is escaped from your brother<br/>
-    And fled, as he hears since, to Burgundy.<br/>
-  WARWICK. Unsavoury news! But how made he escape?<br/>
-  POST. He was convey'd by Richard Duke of Gloucester<br/>
-    And the Lord Hastings, who attended him<br/>
-    In secret ambush on the forest side<br/>
-    And from the Bishop's huntsmen rescu'd him;<br/>
-    For hunting was his daily exercise.<br/>
-  WARWICK. My brother was too careless of his charge.<br/>
-    But let us hence, my sovereign, to provide<br/>
-    A salve for any sore that may betide.<br/>
-                   Exeunt all but SOMERSET, RICHMOND, and OXFORD<br/>
-  SOMERSET. My lord, I like not of this flight of Edward's;<br/>
-    For doubtless Burgundy will yield him help,<br/>
-    And we shall have more wars befor't be long.<br/>
-    As Henry's late presaging prophecy<br/>
-    Did glad my heart with hope of this young Richmond,<br/>
-    So doth my heart misgive me, in these conflicts,<br/>
-    What may befall him to his harm and ours.<br/>
-    Therefore, Lord Oxford, to prevent the worst,<br/>
-    Forthwith we'll send him hence to Brittany,<br/>
-    Till storms be past of civil enmity.<br/>
-  OXFORD. Ay, for if Edward repossess the crown,<br/>
-    'Tis like that Richmond with the rest shall down.<br/>
-  SOMERSET. It shall be so; he shall to Brittany.<br/>
-    Come therefore, let's about it speedily.              Exeunt<br/>
+<p class="drama">
+KING HENRY.<br/>
+My lords, look where the sturdy rebel sits,<br/>
+Even in the chair of state! Belike he means,<br/>
+Backed by the power of Warwick, that false peer,<br/>
+To aspire unto the crown and reign as king.<br/>
+Earl of Northumberland, he slew thy father,<br/>
+And thine, Lord Clifford; and you both have vowed revenge<br/>
+On him, his sons, his favourites, and his friends.
 </p>
 
-<h4>SCENE VII.
-Before York</h4>
-
-<p>Flourish. Enter KING EDWARD, GLOUCESTER, HASTINGS, and soldiers</p>
-
-<p>  KING EDWARD. Now, brother Richard, Lord Hastings, and the rest,<br/>
-    Yet thus far fortune maketh us amends,<br/>
-    And says that once more I shall interchange<br/>
-    My waned state for Henry's regal crown.<br/>
-    Well have we pass'd and now repass'd the seas,<br/>
-    And brought desired help from Burgundy;<br/>
-    What then remains, we being thus arriv'd<br/>
-    From Ravenspurgh haven before the gates of York,<br/>
-    But that we enter, as into our dukedom?<br/>
-  GLOUCESTER. The gates made fast! Brother, I like not this;<br/>
-    For many men that stumble at the threshold<br/>
-    Are well foretold that danger lurks within.<br/>
-  KING EDWARD. Tush, man, abodements must not now affright us.<br/>
-    By fair or foul means we must enter in,<br/>
-    For hither will our friends repair to us.<br/>
-  HASTINGS. My liege, I'll knock once more to summon them.<br/>
-</p>
-
-<p>         Enter, on the walls, the MAYOR OF YORK and<br/>
-                       his BRETHREN<br/>
-</p>
-
-<p>  MAYOR. My lords, we were forewarned of your coming<br/>
-    And shut the gates for safety of ourselves,<br/>
-    For now we owe allegiance unto Henry.<br/>
-  KING EDWARD. But, Master Mayor, if Henry be your King,<br/>
-    Yet Edward at the least is Duke of York.<br/>
-  MAYOR. True, my good lord; I know you for no less.<br/>
-  KING EDWARD. Why, and I challenge nothing but my dukedom,<br/>
-    As being well content with that alone.<br/>
-  GLOUCESTER. [Aside] But when the fox hath once got in his nose,<br/>
-    He'll soon find means to make the body follow.<br/>
-  HASTINGS. Why, Master Mayor, why stand you in a doubt?<br/>
-    Open the gates; we are King Henry's friends.<br/>
-  MAYOR. Ay, say you so? The gates shall then be open'd.<br/>
-                                                   [He descends]<br/>
-  GLOUCESTER. A wise stout captain, and soon persuaded!<br/>
-  HASTINGS. The good old man would fain that all were well,<br/>
-    So 'twere not long of him; but being ent'red,<br/>
-    I doubt not, I, but we shall soon persuade<br/>
-    Both him and all his brothers unto reason.<br/>
-</p>
-
-<p>             Enter, below, the MAYOR and two ALDERMEN</p>
-
-<p>  KING EDWARD. So, Master Mayor. These gates must not be shut<br/>
-    But in the night or in the time of war.<br/>
-    What! fear not, man, but yield me up the keys;<br/>
-                                                [Takes his keys]<br/>
-    For Edward will defend the town and thee,<br/>
-    And all those friends that deign to follow me.<br/>
-</p>
-
-<p>           March. Enter MONTGOMERY with drum and soldiers</p>
-
-<p>  GLOUCESTER. Brother, this is Sir John Montgomery,<br/>
-    Our trusty friend, unless I be deceiv'd.<br/>
-  KING EDWARD. Welcome, Sir john! But why come you in arms?<br/>
-  MONTGOMERY. To help King Edward in his time of storm,<br/>
-    As every loyal subject ought to do.<br/>
-  KING EDWARD. Thanks, good Montgomery; but we now forget<br/>
-    Our title to the crown, and only claim<br/>
-    Our dukedom till God please to send the rest.<br/>
-  MONTGOMERY. Then fare you well, for I will hence again.<br/>
-    I came to serve a king and not a duke.<br/>
-    Drummer, strike up, and let us march away.<br/>
-                                      [The drum begins to march]<br/>
-  KING EDWARD. Nay, stay, Sir John, a while, and we'll debate<br/>
-    By what safe means the crown may be recover'd.<br/>
-  MONTGOMERY. What talk you of debating? In few words:<br/>
-    If you'll not here proclaim yourself our King,<br/>
-    I'll leave you to your fortune and be gone<br/>
-    To keep them back that come to succour you.<br/>
-    Why shall we fight, if you pretend no title?<br/>
-  GLOUCESTER. Why, brother, wherefore stand you on nice points?<br/>
-  KING EDWARD. When we grow stronger, then we'll make our claim;<br/>
-    Till then 'tis wisdom to conceal our meaning.<br/>
-  HASTINGS. Away with scrupulous wit! Now arms must rule.<br/>
-  GLOUCESTER. And fearless minds climb soonest unto crowns.<br/>
-    Brother, we will proclaim you out of hand;<br/>
-    The bruit thereof will bring you many friends.<br/>
-  KING EDWARD. Then be it as you will; for 'tis my right,<br/>
-    And Henry but usurps the diadem.<br/>
-  MONTGOMERY. Ay, now my sovereign speaketh like himself;<br/>
-    And now will I be Edward's champion.<br/>
-  HASTINGS. Sound trumpet; Edward shall be here proclaim'd.<br/>
-    Come, fellow soldier, make thou proclamation.<br/>
-                                   [Gives him a paper. Flourish]<br/>
-  SOLDIER. [Reads] 'Edward the Fourth, by the grace of God,<br/>
-    King of England and France, and Lord of Ireland, &amp;c.'<br/>
-  MONTGOMERY. And whoso'er gainsays King Edward's right,<br/>
-    By this I challenge him to single fight.<br/>
-                                          [Throws down gauntlet]<br/>
-  ALL. Long live Edward the Fourth!<br/>
-  KING EDWARD. Thanks, brave Montgomery, and thanks unto you all;<br/>
-    If fortune serve me, I'll requite this kindness.<br/>
-    Now for this night let's harbour here in York;<br/>
-    And when the morning sun shall raise his car<br/>
-    Above the border of this horizon,<br/>
-    We'll forward towards Warwick and his mates;<br/>
-    For well I wot that Henry is no soldier.<br/>
-    Ah, froward Clarence, how evil it beseems the<br/>
-    To flatter Henry and forsake thy brother!<br/>
-    Yet, as we may, we'll meet both thee and Warwick.<br/>
-    Come on, brave soldiers; doubt not of the day,<br/>
-    And, that once gotten, doubt not of large pay.        Exeunt<br/>
+<p class="drama">
+NORTHUMBERLAND.<br/>
+If I be not, heavens be revenged on me!
 </p>
 
-<h4>SCENE VIII.
-London. The palace</h4>
-
-<p>Flourish. Enter KING HENRY, WARWICK, MONTAGUE, CLARENCE, OXFORD, and EXETER</p>
-
-<p>  WARWICK. What counsel, lords? Edward from Belgia,<br/>
-    With hasty Germans and blunt Hollanders,<br/>
-    Hath pass'd in safety through the narrow seas<br/>
-    And with his troops doth march amain to London;<br/>
-    And many giddy people flock to him.<br/>
-  KING HENRY. Let's levy men and beat him back again.<br/>
-  CLARENCE. A little fire is quickly trodden out,<br/>
-    Which, being suffer'd, rivers cannot quench.<br/>
-  WARWICK. In Warwickshire I have true-hearted friends,<br/>
-    Not mutinous in peace, yet bold in war;<br/>
-    Those will I muster up, and thou, son Clarence,<br/>
-    Shalt stir up in Suffolk, Norfolk, and in Kent,<br/>
-    The knights and gentlemen to come with thee.<br/>
-    Thou, brother Montague, in Buckingham,<br/>
-    Northampton, and in Leicestershire, shalt find<br/>
-    Men well inclin'd to hear what thou command'st.<br/>
-    And thou, brave Oxford, wondrous well belov'd,<br/>
-    In Oxfordshire shalt muster up thy friends.<br/>
-    My sovereign, with the loving citizens,<br/>
-    Like to his island girt in with the ocean<br/>
-    Or modest Dian circled with her nymphs,<br/>
-    Shall rest in London till we come to him.<br/>
-    Fair lords, take leave and stand not to reply.<br/>
-    Farewell, my sovereign.<br/>
-  KING HENRY. Farewell, my Hector and my Troy's true hope.<br/>
-  CLARENCE. In sign of truth, I kiss your Highness' hand.<br/>
-  KING HENRY. Well-minded Clarence, be thou fortunate!<br/>
-  MONTAGUE. Comfort, my lord; and so I take my leave.<br/>
-  OXFORD. [Kissing the KING'S band] And thus I seal my truth and bid<br/>
-    adieu.<br/>
-  KING HENRY. Sweet Oxford, and my loving Montague,<br/>
-    And all at once, once more a happy farewell.<br/>
-  WARWICK. Farewell, sweet lords; let's meet at Coventry.<br/>
-                              Exeunt all but the KING and EXETER<br/>
-  KING HENRY. Here at the palace will I rest a while.<br/>
-    Cousin of Exeter, what thinks your lordship?<br/>
-    Methinks the power that Edward hath in field<br/>
-    Should not be able to encounter mine.<br/>
-  EXETER. The doubt is that he will seduce the rest.<br/>
-  KING HENRY. That's not my fear; my meed hath got me fame:<br/>
-    I have not stopp'd mine ears to their demands,<br/>
-    Nor posted off their suits with slow delays;<br/>
-    My pity hath been balm to heal their wounds,<br/>
-    My mildness hath allay'd their swelling griefs,<br/>
-    My mercy dried their water-flowing tears;<br/>
-    I have not been desirous of their wealth,<br/>
-    Nor much oppress'd them with great subsidies,<br/>
-    Nor forward of revenge, though they much err'd.<br/>
-    Then why should they love Edward more than me?<br/>
-    No, Exeter, these graces challenge grace;<br/>
-    And, when the lion fawns upon the lamb,<br/>
-    The lamb will never cease to follow him.<br/>
-                      [Shout within 'A Lancaster! A Lancaster!']<br/>
-  EXETER. Hark, hark, my lord! What shouts are these?<br/>
-</p>
-
-<p>            Enter KING EDWARD, GLOUCESTER, and soldiers</p>
-
-<p>  KING EDWARD. Seize on the shame-fac'd Henry, bear him hence;<br/>
-    And once again proclaim us King of England.<br/>
-    You are the fount that makes small brooks to flow.<br/>
-    Now stops thy spring; my sea shall suck them dry,<br/>
-    And swell so much the higher by their ebb.<br/>
-    Hence with him to the Tower: let him not speak.<br/>
-                                     Exeunt some with KING HENRY<br/>
-    And, lords, towards Coventry bend we our course,<br/>
-    Where peremptory Warwick now remains.<br/>
-    The sun shines hot; and, if we use delay,<br/>
-    Cold biting winter mars our hop'd-for hay.<br/>
-  GLOUCESTER. Away betimes, before his forces join,<br/>
-    And take the great-grown traitor unawares.<br/>
-    Brave warriors, march amain towards Coventry.         Exeunt<br/>
+<p class="drama">
+CLIFFORD.<br/>
+The hope thereof makes Clifford mourn in steel.
 </p>
 
-<h4>ACT V. SCENE I.
-Coventry</h4>
-
-<p>Enter WARWICK, the MAYOR OF COVENTRY, two MESSENGERS,
-and others upon the walls</p>
-
-<p>  WARWICK. Where is the post that came from valiant Oxford?<br/>
-    How far hence is thy lord, mine honest fellow?<br/>
-  FIRST MESSENGER. By this at Dunsmore, marching hitherward.<br/>
-  WARWICK. How far off is our brother Montague?<br/>
-    Where is the post that came from Montague?<br/>
-  SECOND MESSENGER. By this at Daintry, with a puissant troop.<br/>
-</p>
-
-<p>                   Enter SIR JOHN SOMERVILLE</p>
-
-<p>  WARWICK. Say, Somerville, what says my loving son?<br/>
-    And by thy guess how nigh is Clarence now?<br/>
-  SOMERVILLE. At Southam I did leave him with his forces,<br/>
-    And do expect him here some two hours hence.<br/>
-                                                    [Drum heard]<br/>
-  WARWICK. Then Clarence is at hand; I hear his drum.<br/>
-  SOMERVILLE. It is not his, my lord; here Southam lies.<br/>
-    The drum your Honour hears marcheth from Warwick.<br/>
-  WARWICK. Who should that be? Belike unlook'd for friends.<br/>
-  SOMERVILLE. They are at hand, and you shall quickly know.<br/>
-</p>
-
-<p>        March. Flourish. Enter KING EDWARD, GLOUCESTER,<br/>
-                         and soldiers<br/>
-</p>
-
-<p>  KING EDWARD. Go, trumpet, to the walls, and sound a parle.<br/>
-  GLOUCESTER. See how the surly Warwick mans the wall.<br/>
-  WARWICK. O unbid spite! Is sportful Edward come?<br/>
-    Where slept our scouts or how are they seduc'd<br/>
-    That we could hear no news of his repair?<br/>
-  KING EDWARD. Now, Warwick, wilt thou ope the city gates,<br/>
-    Speak gentle words, and humbly bend thy knee,<br/>
-    Call Edward King, and at his hands beg mercy?<br/>
-    And he shall pardon thee these outrages.<br/>
-  WARWICK. Nay, rather, wilt thou draw thy forces hence,<br/>
-    Confess who set thee up and pluck'd thee down,<br/>
-    Call Warwick patron, and be penitent?<br/>
-    And thou shalt still remain the Duke of York.<br/>
-  GLOUCESTER. I thought, at least, he would have said the King;<br/>
-    Or did he make the jest against his will?<br/>
-  WARWICK. Is not a dukedom, sir, a goodly gift?<br/>
-  GLOUCESTER. Ay, by my faith, for a poor earl to give.<br/>
-    I'll do thee service for so good a gift.<br/>
-  WARWICK. 'Twas I that gave the kingdom to thy brother.<br/>
-  KING EDWARD. Why then 'tis mine, if but by Warwick's gift.<br/>
-  WARWICK. Thou art no Atlas for so great a weight;<br/>
-    And, weakling, Warwick takes his gift again;<br/>
-    And Henry is my King, Warwick his subject.<br/>
-  KING EDWARD. But Warwick's king is Edward's prisoner.<br/>
-    And, gallant Warwick, do but answer this:<br/>
-    What is the body when the head is off?<br/>
-  GLOUCESTER. Alas, that Warwick had no more forecast,<br/>
-    But, whiles he thought to steal the single ten,<br/>
-    The king was slily finger'd from the deck!<br/>
-    You left poor Henry at the Bishop's palace,<br/>
-    And ten to one you'll meet him in the Tower.<br/>
-  KING EDWARD. 'Tis even so; yet you are Warwick still.<br/>
-  GLOUCESTER. Come, Warwick, take the time; kneel down, kneel down.<br/>
-    Nay, when? Strike now, or else the iron cools.<br/>
-  WARWICK. I had rather chop this hand off at a blow,<br/>
-    And with the other fling it at thy face,<br/>
-    Than bear so low a sail to strike to thee.<br/>
-  KING EDWARD. Sail how thou canst, have wind and tide thy friend,<br/>
-    This hand, fast wound about thy coal-black hair,<br/>
-    Shall, whiles thy head is warm and new cut off,<br/>
-    Write in the dust this sentence with thy blood:<br/>
-    'Wind-changing Warwick now can change no more.'<br/>
-</p>
-
-<p>               Enter OXFORD, with drum and colours</p>
-
-<p>  WARWICK. O cheerful colours! See where Oxford comes.<br/>
-  OXFORD. Oxford, Oxford, for Lancaster!<br/>
-                              [He and his forces enter the city]<br/>
-  GLOUCESTER. The gates are open, let us enter too.<br/>
-  KING EDWARD. So other foes may set upon our backs.<br/>
-    Stand we in good array, for they no doubt<br/>
-    Will issue out again and bid us battle;<br/>
-    If not, the city being but of small defence,<br/>
-    We'll quietly rouse the traitors in the same.<br/>
-  WARWICK. O, welcome, Oxford! for we want thy help.<br/>
-</p>
-
-<p>             Enter MONTAGUE, with drum and colours</p>
-
-<p>  MONTAGUE. Montague, Montague, for Lancaster!<br/>
-                              [He and his forces enter the city]<br/>
-  GLOUCESTER. Thou and thy brother both shall buy this treason<br/>
-    Even with the dearest blood your bodies bear.<br/>
-  KING EDWARD. The harder match'd, the greater victory.<br/>
-    My mind presageth happy gain and conquest.<br/>
-</p>
-
-<p>             Enter SOMERSET, with drum and colours</p>
-
-<p>  SOMERSET. Somerset, Somerset, for Lancaster!<br/>
-                              [He and his forces enter the city]<br/>
-  GLOUCESTER. Two of thy name, both Dukes of Somerset,<br/>
-    Have sold their lives unto the house of York;<br/>
-    And thou shalt be the third, if this sword hold.<br/>
-</p>
-
-<p>             Enter CLARENCE, with drum and colours</p>
-
-<p>  WARWICK. And lo where George of Clarence sweeps along,<br/>
-    Of force enough to bid his brother battle;<br/>
-    With whom an upright zeal to right prevails<br/>
-    More than the nature of a brother's love.<br/>
-  CLARENCE. Clarence, Clarence, for Lancaster!<br/>
-  KING EDWARD. Et tu Brute- wilt thou stab Caesar too?<br/>
-    A parley, sirrah, to George of Clarence.<br/>
-                  [Sound a parley. RICHARD and CLARENCE whisper]<br/>
-  WARWICK. Come, Clarence, come. Thou wilt if Warwick call.<br/>
-  CLARENCE. [Taking the red rose from his hat and throwing<br/>
-      it at WARWICK]<br/>
-    Father of Warwick, know you what this means?<br/>
-    Look here, I throw my infamy at thee.<br/>
-    I will not ruinate my father's house,<br/>
-    Who gave his blood to lime the stones together,<br/>
-    And set up Lancaster. Why, trowest thou, Warwick,<br/>
-    That Clarence is so harsh, so blunt, unnatural,<br/>
-    To bend the fatal instruments of war<br/>
-    Against his brother and his lawful King?<br/>
-    Perhaps thou wilt object my holy oath.<br/>
-    To keep that oath were more impiety<br/>
-    Than Jephtha when he sacrific'd his daughter.<br/>
-    I am so sorry for my trespass made<br/>
-    That, to deserve well at my brother's hands,<br/>
-    I here proclaim myself thy mortal foe;<br/>
-    With resolution whereso'er I meet thee-<br/>
-    As I will meet thee, if thou stir abroad-<br/>
-    To plague thee for thy foul misleading me.<br/>
-    And so, proud-hearted Warwick, I defy thee,<br/>
-    And to my brother turn my blushing cheeks.<br/>
-    Pardon me, Edward, I will make amends;<br/>
-    And, Richard, do not frown upon my faults,<br/>
-    For I will henceforth be no more unconstant.<br/>
-  KING EDWARD. Now welcome more, and ten times more belov'd,<br/>
-    Than if thou never hadst deserv'd our hate.<br/>
-  GLOUCESTER. Welcome, good Clarence; this is brother-like.<br/>
-  WARWICK. O passing traitor, perjur'd and unjust!<br/>
-  KING EDWARD. What, Warwick, wilt thou leave die town and fight?<br/>
-    Or shall we beat the stones about thine ears?<br/>
-  WARWICK. Alas, I am not coop'd here for defence!<br/>
-    I will away towards Barnet presently<br/>
-    And bid thee battle, Edward, if thou dar'st.<br/>
-  KING EDWARD. Yes, Warwick, Edward dares and leads the way.<br/>
-    Lords, to the field; Saint George and victory!<br/>
-                                                 Exeunt YORKISTS<br/>
-                         [March. WARWICK and his company follow]<br/>
+<p class="drama">
+WESTMORELAND.<br/>
+What, shall we suffer this? Let’s pluck him down.<br/>
+My heart for anger burns. I cannot brook it.
 </p>
 
-<h4>SCENE II.
-A field of battle near Barnet</h4>
-
-<p>Alarum and excursions. Enter KING EDWARD, bringing forth WARWICK, wounded</p>
-
-<p>  KING EDWARD. So, lie thou there. Die thou, and die our fear;<br/>
-    For Warwick was a bug that fear'd us all.<br/>
-    Now, Montague, sit fast; I seek for thee,<br/>
-    That Warwick's bones may keep thine company.            Exit<br/>
-  WARWICK. Ah, who is nigh? Come to me, friend or foe,<br/>
-    And tell me who is victor, York or Warwick?<br/>
-    Why ask I that? My mangled body shows,<br/>
-    My blood, my want of strength, my sick heart shows,<br/>
-    That I must yield my body to the earth<br/>
-    And, by my fall, the conquest to my foe.<br/>
-    Thus yields the cedar to the axe's edge,<br/>
-    Whose arms gave shelter to the princely eagle,<br/>
-    Under whose shade the ramping lion slept,<br/>
-    Whose top-branch overpeer'd Jove's spreading tree<br/>
-    And kept low shrubs from winter's pow'rful wind.<br/>
-    These eyes, that now are dimm'd with death's black veil,<br/>
-    Have been as piercing as the mid-day sun<br/>
-    To search the secret treasons of the world;<br/>
-    The wrinkles in my brows, now fill'd with blood,<br/>
-    Were lik'ned oft to kingly sepulchres;<br/>
-    For who liv'd King, but I could dig his grave?<br/>
-    And who durst smile when Warwick bent his brow?<br/>
-    Lo now my glory smear'd in dust and blood!<br/>
-    My parks, my walks, my manors, that I had,<br/>
-    Even now forsake me; and of all my lands<br/>
-    Is nothing left me but my body's length.<br/>
-    what is pomp, rule, reign, but earth and dust?<br/>
-    And live we how we can, yet die we must.<br/>
-</p>
-
-<p>                  Enter OXFORD and SOMERSET</p>
-
-<p>  SOMERSET. Ah, Warwick, Warwick! wert thou as we are,<br/>
-    We might recover all our loss again.<br/>
-    The Queen from France hath brought a puissant power;<br/>
-    Even now we heard the news. Ah, couldst thou fly!<br/>
-  WARWICK. Why then, I would not fly. Ah, Montague,<br/>
-    If thou be there, sweet brother, take my hand,<br/>
-    And with thy lips keep in my soul a while!<br/>
-    Thou lov'st me not; for, brother, if thou didst,<br/>
-    Thy tears would wash this cold congealed blood<br/>
-    That glues my lips and will not let me speak.<br/>
-    Come quickly, Montague, or I am dead.<br/>
-  SOMERSET. Ah, Warwick! Montague hath breath'd his last;<br/>
-    And to the latest gasp cried out for Warwick,<br/>
-    And said 'Commend me to my valiant brother.'<br/>
-    And more he would have said; and more he spoke,<br/>
-    Which sounded like a clamour in a vault,<br/>
-    That mought not be distinguish'd; but at last,<br/>
-    I well might hear, delivered with a groan,<br/>
-    'O farewell, Warwick!'<br/>
-  WARWICK. Sweet rest his soul! Fly, lords, and save yourselves:<br/>
-    For Warwick bids you all farewell, to meet in heaven.<br/>
-                                                          [Dies]<br/>
-  OXFORD. Away, away, to meet the Queen's great power!<br/>
-                                  [Here they bear away his body]<br/>
+<p class="drama">
+KING HENRY.<br/>
+Be patient, gentle Earl of Westmoreland.
 </p>
 
-<h4>SCENE III.
-Another part of the field</h4>
-
-<p>Flourish. Enter KING in triumph; with GLOUCESTER, CLARENCE, and the rest</p>
-
-<p>  KING EDWARD. Thus far our fortune keeps an upward course,<br/>
-    And we are grac'd with wreaths of victory.<br/>
-    But in the midst of this bright-shining day<br/>
-    I spy a black, suspicious, threat'ning cloud<br/>
-    That will encounter with our glorious sun<br/>
-    Ere he attain his easeful western bed-<br/>
-    I mean, my lords, those powers that the Queen<br/>
-    Hath rais'd in Gallia have arriv'd our coast<br/>
-    And, as we hear, march on to fight with us.<br/>
-  CLARENCE. A little gale will soon disperse that cloud<br/>
-    And blow it to the source from whence it came;<br/>
-    Thy very beams will dry those vapours up,<br/>
-    For every cloud engenders not a storm.<br/>
-  GLOUCESTER. The Queen is valued thirty thousand strong,<br/>
-    And Somerset, with Oxford, fled to her.<br/>
-    If she have time to breathe, be well assur'd<br/>
-    Her faction will be full as strong as ours.<br/>
-  KING EDWARD. are advertis'd by our loving friends<br/>
-    That they do hold their course toward Tewksbury;<br/>
-    We, having now the best at Barnet field,<br/>
-    Will thither straight, for willingness rids way;<br/>
-    And as we march our strength will be augmented<br/>
-    In every county as we go along.<br/>
-    Strike up the drum; cry 'Courage!' and away.          Exeunt<br/>
+<p class="drama">
+CLIFFORD.<br/>
+Patience is for poltroons, such as he.<br/>
+He durst not sit there had your father lived.<br/>
+My gracious lord, here in the parliament<br/>
+Let us assail the family of York.
 </p>
 
-<h4>SCENE IV.
-Plains wear Tewksbury</h4>
-
-<p>Flourish. March. Enter QUEEN MARGARET, PRINCE EDWARD, SOMERSET, OXFORD,
-and SOLDIERS</p>
-
-<p>  QUEEN MARGARET. Great lords, wise men ne'er sit and wail their<br/>
-      loss,<br/>
-    But cheerly seek how to redress their harms.<br/>
-    What though the mast be now blown overboard,<br/>
-    The cable broke, the holding-anchor lost,<br/>
-    And half our sailors swallow'd in the flood;<br/>
-    Yet lives our pilot still. Is't meet that he<br/>
-    Should leave the helm and, like a fearful lad,<br/>
-    With tearful eyes add water to the sea<br/>
-    And give more strength to that which hath too much;<br/>
-    Whiles, in his moan, the ship splits on the rock,<br/>
-    Which industry and courage might have sav'd?<br/>
-    Ah, what a shame! ah, what a fault were this!<br/>
-    Say Warwick was our anchor; what of that?<br/>
-    And Montague our top-mast; what of him?<br/>
-    Our slaught'red friends the tackles; what of these?<br/>
-    Why, is not Oxford here another anchor?<br/>
-    And Somerset another goodly mast?<br/>
-    The friends of France our shrouds and tacklings?<br/>
-    And, though unskilful, why not Ned and I<br/>
-    For once allow'd the skilful pilot's charge?<br/>
-    We will not from the helm to sit and weep,<br/>
-    But keep our course, though the rough wind say no,<br/>
-    From shelves and rocks that threaten us with wreck,<br/>
-    As good to chide the waves as speak them fair.<br/>
-    And what is Edward but a ruthless sea?<br/>
-    What Clarence but a quicksand of deceit?<br/>
-    And Richard but a ragged fatal rock?<br/>
-    All these the enemies to our poor bark.<br/>
-    Say you can swim; alas, 'tis but a while!<br/>
-    Tread on the sand; why, there you quickly sink.<br/>
-    Bestride the rock; the tide will wash you off,<br/>
-    Or else you famish- that's a threefold death.<br/>
-    This speak I, lords, to let you understand,<br/>
-    If case some one of you would fly from us,<br/>
-    That there's no hop'd-for mercy with the brothers<br/>
-    More than with ruthless waves, with sands, and rocks.<br/>
-    Why, courage then! What cannot be avoided<br/>
-    'Twere childish weakness to lament or fear.<br/>
-  PRINCE OF WALES. Methinks a woman of this valiant spirit<br/>
-    Should, if a coward hear her speak these words,<br/>
-    Infuse his breast with magnanimity<br/>
-    And make him naked foil a man-at-arms.<br/>
-    I speak not this as doubting any here;<br/>
-    For did I but suspect a fearful man,<br/>
-    He should have leave to go away betimes,<br/>
-    Lest in our need he might infect another<br/>
-    And make him of the like spirit to himself.<br/>
-    If any such be here- as God forbid!-<br/>
-    Let him depart before we need his help.<br/>
-  OXFORD. Women and children of so high a courage,<br/>
-    And warriors faint! Why, 'twere perpetual shame.<br/>
-    O brave young Prince! thy famous grandfather<br/>
-    Doth live again in thee. Long mayst thou Eve<br/>
-    To bear his image and renew his glories!<br/>
-  SOMERSET. And he that will not fight for such a hope,<br/>
-    Go home to bed and, like the owl by day,<br/>
-    If he arise, be mock'd and wond'red at.<br/>
-  QUEEN MARGARET. Thanks, gentle Somerset; sweet Oxford, thanks.<br/>
-  PRINCE OF WALES. And take his thanks that yet hath nothing else.<br/>
+<p class="drama">
+NORTHUMBERLAND.<br/>
+Well hast thou spoken, cousin. Be it so.
 </p>
 
-<p>                        Enter a MESSENGER</p>
+<p class="drama">
+KING HENRY.<br/>
+Ah, know you not the city favours them,<br/>
+And they have troops of soldiers at their beck?
+</p>
 
-<p>  MESSENGER. Prepare you, lords, for Edward is at hand<br/>
-    Ready to fight; therefore be resolute.<br/>
-  OXFORD. I thought no less. It is his policy<br/>
-    To haste thus fast, to find us unprovided.<br/>
-  SOMERSET. But he's deceiv'd; we are in readiness.<br/>
-  QUEEN MARGARET. This cheers my heart, to see your forwardness.<br/>
-  OXFORD. Here pitch our battle; hence we will not budge.<br/>
-</p>
-
-<p>      Flourish and march. Enter, at a distance, KING EDWARD,<br/>
-               GLOUCESTER, CLARENCE, and soldiers<br/>
-</p>
-
-<p>  KING EDWARD. Brave followers, yonder stands the thorny wood<br/>
-    Which, by the heavens' assistance and your strength,<br/>
-    Must by the roots be hewn up yet ere night.<br/>
-    I need not add more fuel to your fire,<br/>
-    For well I wot ye blaze to burn them out.<br/>
-    Give signal to the fight, and to it, lords.<br/>
-  QUEEN MARGARET. Lords, knights, and gentlemen, what I should say<br/>
-    My tears gainsay; for every word I speak,<br/>
-    Ye see, I drink the water of my eye.<br/>
-    Therefore, no more but this: Henry, your sovereign,<br/>
-    Is prisoner to the foe; his state usurp'd,<br/>
-    His realm a slaughter-house, his subjects slain,<br/>
-    His statutes cancell'd, and his treasure spent;<br/>
-    And yonder is the wolf that makes this spoil.<br/>
-    You fight in justice. Then, in God's name, lords,<br/>
-    Be valiant, and give signal to the fight.<br/>
-                             Alarum, retreat, excursions. Exeunt<br/>
+<p class="drama">
+EXETER.<br/>
+But when the Duke is slain, they’ll quickly fly.
 </p>
 
-<h4>SCENE V.
-Another part of the field</h4>
-
-<p>Flourish. Enter KING EDWARD, GLOUCESTER, CLARENCE, and forces,<br/>
-With QUEEN MARGARET, OXFORD, and SOMERSET, prisoners<br/>
-</p>
-
-<p>  KING EDWARD. Now here a period of tumultuous broils.<br/>
-    Away with Oxford to Hames Castle straight;<br/>
-    For Somerset, off with his guilty head.<br/>
-    Go, bear them hence; I will not hear them speak.<br/>
-  OXFORD. For my part, I'll not trouble thee with words.<br/>
-  SOMERSET. Nor I, but stoop with patience to my fortune.<br/>
-                             Exeunt OXFORD and SOMERSET, guarded<br/>
-  QUEEN MARGARET. So part we sadly in this troublous world,<br/>
-    To meet with joy in sweet Jerusalem.<br/>
-  KING EDWARD. Is proclamation made that who finds Edward<br/>
-    Shall have a high reward, and he his life?<br/>
-  GLOUCESTER. It is; and lo where youthful Edward comes.<br/>
-</p>
-
-<p>                Enter soldiers, with PRINCE EDWARD</p>
-
-<p>  KING EDWARD. Bring forth the gallant; let us hear him speak.<br/>
-    What, can so young a man begin to prick?<br/>
-    Edward, what satisfaction canst thou make<br/>
-    For bearing arms, for stirring up my subjects,<br/>
-    And all the trouble thou hast turn'd me to?<br/>
-  PRINCE OF WALES. Speak like a subject, proud ambitious York.<br/>
-    Suppose that I am now my father's mouth;<br/>
-    Resign thy chair, and where I stand kneel thou,<br/>
-    Whilst I propose the self-same words to the<br/>
-    Which, traitor, thou wouldst have me answer to.<br/>
-  QUEEN MARGARET. Ah, that thy father had been so resolv'd!<br/>
-  GLOUCESTER. That you might still have worn the petticoat<br/>
-    And ne'er have stol'n the breech from Lancaster.<br/>
-  PRINCE OF WALES. Let Aesop fable in a winter's night;<br/>
-    His currish riddle sorts not with this place.<br/>
-  GLOUCESTER. By heaven, brat, I'll plague ye for that word.<br/>
-  QUEEN MARGARET. Ay, thou wast born to be a plague to men.<br/>
-  GLOUCESTER. For God's sake, take away this captive scold.<br/>
-  PRINCE OF WALES. Nay, take away this scolding crookback rather.<br/>
-  KING EDWARD. Peace, wilful boy, or I will charm your tongue.<br/>
-  CLARENCE. Untutor'd lad, thou art too malapert.<br/>
-  PRINCE OF WALES. I know my duty; you are all undutiful.<br/>
-    Lascivious Edward, and thou perjur'd George,<br/>
-    And thou misshapen Dick, I tell ye all<br/>
-    I am your better, traitors as ye are;<br/>
-    And thou usurp'st my father's right and mine.<br/>
-  KING EDWARD. Take that, the likeness of this railer here.<br/>
-                                                     [Stabs him]<br/>
-  GLOUCESTER. Sprawl'st thou? Take that, to end thy agony.<br/>
-                                                     [Stabs him]<br/>
-  CLARENCE. And there's for twitting me with perjury.<br/>
-                                                     [Stabs him]<br/>
-  QUEEN MARGARET. O, kill me too!<br/>
-  GLOUCESTER. Marry, and shall.             [Offers to kill her]<br/>
-  KING EDWARD. Hold, Richard, hold; for we have done to much.<br/>
-  GLOUCESTER. Why should she live to fill the world with words?<br/>
-  KING EDWARD. What, doth she swoon? Use means for her recovery.<br/>
-  GLOUCESTER. Clarence, excuse me to the King my brother.<br/>
-    I'll hence to London on a serious matter;<br/>
-    Ere ye come there, be sure to hear some news.<br/>
-  CLARENCE. What? what?<br/>
-  GLOUCESTER. The Tower! the Tower!                         Exit<br/>
-  QUEEN MARGARET. O Ned, sweet Ned, speak to thy mother, boy!<br/>
-    Canst thou not speak? O traitors! murderers!<br/>
-    They that stabb'd Caesar shed no blood at all,<br/>
-    Did not offend, nor were not worthy blame,<br/>
-    If this foul deed were by to equal it.<br/>
-    He was a man: this, in respect, a child;<br/>
-    And men ne'er spend their fury on a child.<br/>
-    What's worse than murderer, that I may name it?<br/>
-    No, no, my heart will burst, an if I speak-<br/>
-    And I will speak, that so my heart may burst.<br/>
-    Butchers and villains! bloody cannibals!<br/>
-    How sweet a plant have you untimely cropp'd!<br/>
-    You have no children, butchers, if you had,<br/>
-    The thought of them would have stirr'd up remorse.<br/>
-    But if you ever chance to have a child,<br/>
-    Look in his youth to have him so cut off<br/>
-    As, deathsmen, you have rid this sweet young prince!<br/>
-  KING EDWARD. Away with her; go, bear her hence perforce.<br/>
-  QUEEN MARGARET. Nay, never bear me hence; dispatch me here.<br/>
-    Here sheathe thy sword; I'll pardon thee my death.<br/>
-    What, wilt thou not? Then, Clarence, do it thou.<br/>
-  CLARENCE. By heaven, I will not do thee so much ease.<br/>
-  QUEEN MARGARET. Good Clarence, do; sweet Clarence, do thou do it.<br/>
-  CLARENCE. Didst thou not hear me swear I would not do it?<br/>
-  QUEEN MARGARET. Ay, but thou usest to forswear thyself.<br/>
-    'Twas sin before, but now 'tis charity.<br/>
-    What! wilt thou not? Where is that devil's butcher,<br/>
-    Hard-favour'd Richard? Richard, where art thou?<br/>
-    Thou art not here. Murder is thy alms-deed;<br/>
-    Petitioners for blood thou ne'er put'st back.<br/>
-  KING EDWARD. Away, I say; I charge ye bear her hence.<br/>
-  QUEEN MARGARET. So come to you and yours as to this prince.<br/>
-                                          Exit, led out forcibly<br/>
-  KING EDWARD. Where's Richard gone?<br/>
-  CLARENCE. To London, all in post; and, as I guess,<br/>
-    To make a bloody supper in the Tower.<br/>
-  KING EDWARD. He's sudden, if a thing comes in his head.<br/>
-    Now march we hence. Discharge the common sort<br/>
-    With pay and thanks; and let's away to London<br/>
-    And see our gentle queen how well she fares.<br/>
-    By this, I hope, she hath a son for me.               Exeunt<br/>
+<p class="drama">
+KING HENRY.<br/>
+Far be the thought of this from Henry’s heart,<br/>
+To make a shambles of the Parliament House!<br/>
+Cousin of Exeter, frowns, words, and threats<br/>
+Shall be the war that Henry means to use.
 </p>
 
-<h4>SCENE VI.
-London. The Tower</h4>
-
-<p>Enter KING HENRY and GLOUCESTER with the LIEUTENANT, on the walls</p>
-
-<p>  GLOUCESTER. Good day, my lord. What, at your book so hard?<br/>
-  KING HENRY. Ay, my good lord- my lord, I should say rather.<br/>
-    'Tis sin to flatter; 'good' was little better.<br/>
-    'Good Gloucester' and 'good devil' were alike,<br/>
-    And both preposterous; therefore, not 'good lord.'<br/>
-  GLOUCESTER. Sirrah, leave us to ourselves; we must confer.<br/>
-                                                 Exit LIEUTENANT<br/>
-  KING HENRY. So flies the reckless shepherd from the wolf;<br/>
-    So first the harmless sheep doth yield his fleece,<br/>
-    And next his throat unto the butcher's knife.<br/>
-    What scene of death hath Roscius now to act?<br/>
-  GLOUCESTER. Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind:<br/>
-    The thief doth fear each bush an officer.<br/>
-  KING HENRY. The bird that hath been limed in a bush<br/>
-    With trembling wings misdoubteth every bush;<br/>
-    And I, the hapless male to one sweet bird,<br/>
-    Have now the fatal object in my eye<br/>
-    Where my poor young was lim'd, was caught, and kill'd.<br/>
-  GLOUCESTER. Why, what a peevish fool was that of Crete<br/>
-    That taught his son the office of a fowl!<br/>
-    And yet, for all his wings, the fool was drown'd.<br/>
-  KING HENRY. I, Daedalus; my poor boy, Icarus;<br/>
-    Thy father, Minos, that denied our course;<br/>
-    The sun that sear'd the wings of my sweet boy,<br/>
-    Thy brother Edward; and thyself, the sea<br/>
-    Whose envious gulf did swallow up his life.<br/>
-    Ah, kill me with thy weapon, not with words!<br/>
-    My breast can better brook thy dagger's point<br/>
-    Than can my ears that tragic history.<br/>
-    But wherefore dost thou come? Is't for my life?<br/>
-  GLOUCESTER. Think'st thou I am an executioner?<br/>
-  KING HENRY. A persecutor I am sure thou art.<br/>
-    If murdering innocents be executing,<br/>
-    Why, then thou are an executioner.<br/>
-  GLOUCESTER. Thy son I kill'd for his presumption.<br/>
-  KING HENRY. Hadst thou been kill'd when first thou didst presume,<br/>
-    Thou hadst not liv'd to kill a son of mine.<br/>
-    And thus I prophesy, that many a thousand<br/>
-    Which now mistrust no parcel of my fear,<br/>
-    And many an old man's sigh, and many a widow's,<br/>
-    And many an orphan's water-standing eye-<br/>
-    Men for their sons, wives for their husbands,<br/>
-    Orphans for their parents' timeless death-<br/>
-    Shall rue the hour that ever thou wast born.<br/>
-    The owl shriek'd at thy birth- an evil sign;<br/>
-    The night-crow cried, aboding luckless time;<br/>
-    Dogs howl'd, and hideous tempest shook down trees;<br/>
-    The raven rook'd her on the chimney's top,<br/>
-    And chatt'ring pies in dismal discords sung;<br/>
-    Thy mother felt more than a mother's pain,<br/>
-    And yet brought forth less than a mother's hope,<br/>
-    To wit, an indigest deformed lump,<br/>
-    Not like the fruit of such a goodly tree.<br/>
-    Teeth hadst thou in thy head when thou wast born,<br/>
-    To signify thou cam'st to bite the world;<br/>
-    And if the rest be true which I have heard,<br/>
-    Thou cam'st-<br/>
-  GLOUCESTER. I'll hear no more. Die, prophet, in thy speech.<br/>
-                                                     [Stabs him]<br/>
-    For this, amongst the rest, was I ordain'd.<br/>
-  KING HENRY. Ay, and for much more slaughter after this.<br/>
-    O, God forgive my sins and pardon thee!               [Dies]<br/>
-  GLOUCESTER. What, will the aspiring blood of Lancaster<br/>
-    Sink in the ground? I thought it would have mounted.<br/>
-    See how my sword weeps for the poor King's death.<br/>
-    O, may such purple tears be always shed<br/>
-    From those that wish the downfall of our house!<br/>
-    If any spark of life be yet remaining,<br/>
-    Down, down to hell; and say I sent thee thither-<br/>
-                                               [Stabs him again]<br/>
-    I, that have neither pity, love, nor fear.<br/>
-    Indeed, 'tis true that Henry told me of;<br/>
-    For I have often heard my mother say<br/>
-    I came into the world with my legs forward.<br/>
-    Had I not reason, think ye, to make haste<br/>
-    And seek their ruin that usurp'd our right?<br/>
-    The midwife wonder'd; and the women cried<br/>
-    'O, Jesus bless us, he is born with teeth!'<br/>
-    And so I was, which plainly signified<br/>
-    That I should snarl, and bite, and play the dog.<br/>
-    Then, since the heavens have shap'd my body so,<br/>
-    Let hell make crook'd my mind to answer it.<br/>
-    I have no brother, I am like no brother;<br/>
-    And this word 'love,' which greybeards call divine,<br/>
-    Be resident in men like one another,<br/>
-    And not in me! I am myself alone.<br/>
-    Clarence, beware; thou keep'st me from the light,<br/>
-    But I will sort a pitchy day for thee;<br/>
-    For I will buzz abroad such prophecies<br/>
-    That Edward shall be fearful of his life;<br/>
-    And then to purge his fear, I'll be thy death.<br/>
-    King Henry and the Prince his son are gone.<br/>
-    Clarence, thy turn is next, and then the rest;<br/>
-    Counting myself but bad till I be best.<br/>
-    I'll throw thy body in another room,<br/>
-    And triumph, Henry, in thy day of doom.<br/>
-                                              Exit with the body<br/>
+<p class="right">[<i>They advance to the <span class="charname">Duke</span>.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+Thou factious Duke of York, descend my throne,<br/>
+And kneel for grace and mercy at my feet;<br/>
+I am thy sovereign.
 </p>
 
-<h4>SCENE VII.
-London. The palace</h4>
-
-<p>Flourish. Enter KING EDWARD, QUEEN ELIZABETH, CLARENCE, GLOUCESTER,<br/>
-HASTINGS, NURSE, with the Young PRINCE, and attendants<br/>
-</p>
-
-<p>  KING EDWARD. Once more we sit in England's royal throne,<br/>
-    Repurchas'd with the blood of enemies.<br/>
-    What valiant foemen, like to autumn's corn,<br/>
-    Have we mow'd down in tops of all their pride!<br/>
-    Three Dukes of Somerset, threefold renown'd<br/>
-    For hardy and undoubted champions;<br/>
-    Two Cliffords, as the father and the son;<br/>
-    And two Northumberlands- two braver men<br/>
-    Ne'er spurr'd their coursers at the trumpet's sound;<br/>
-    With them the two brave bears, Warwick and Montague,<br/>
-    That in their chains fetter'd the kingly lion<br/>
-    And made the forest tremble when they roar'd.<br/>
-    Thus have we swept suspicion from our seat<br/>
-    And made our footstool of security.<br/>
-    Come hither, Bess, and let me kiss my boy.<br/>
-    Young Ned, for thee thine uncles and myself<br/>
-    Have in our armours watch'd the winter's night,<br/>
-    Went all afoot in summer's scalding heat,<br/>
-    That thou might'st repossess the crown in peace;<br/>
-    And of our labours thou shalt reap the gain.<br/>
-  GLOUCESTER. [Aside] I'll blast his harvest if your head were laid;<br/>
-    For yet I am not look'd on in the world.<br/>
-    This shoulder was ordain'd so thick to heave;<br/>
-    And heave it shall some weight or break my back.<br/>
-    Work thou the way- and that shall execute.<br/>
-  KING EDWARD. Clarence and Gloucester, love my lovely queen;<br/>
-    And kiss your princely nephew, brothers both.<br/>
-  CLARENCE. The duty that I owe unto your Majesty<br/>
-    I seal upon the lips of this sweet babe.<br/>
-  KING EDWARD. Thanks, noble Clarence; worthy brother, thanks.<br/>
-  GLOUCESTER. And that I love the tree from whence thou sprang'st,<br/>
-    Witness the loving kiss I give the fruit.<br/>
-    [Aside] To say the truth, so Judas kiss'd his master<br/>
-    And cried 'All hail!' when as he meant all harm.<br/>
-  KING EDWARD. Now am I seated as my soul delights,<br/>
-    Having my country's peace and brothers' loves.<br/>
-  CLARENCE. What will your Grace have done with Margaret?<br/>
-    Reignier, her father, to the King of France<br/>
-    Hath pawn'd the Sicils and Jerusalem,<br/>
-    And hither have they sent it for her ransom.<br/>
-  KING EDWARD. Away with her, and waft her hence to France.<br/>
-    And now what rests but that we spend the time<br/>
-    With stately triumphs, mirthful comic shows,<br/>
-    Such as befits the pleasure of the court?<br/>
-    Sound drums and trumpets. Farewell, sour annoy!<br/>
-    For here, I hope, begins our lasting joy.             Exeunt<br/>
+<p class="drama">
+YORK.<br/>
+I am thine.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+EXETER.<br/>
+For shame, come down. He made thee Duke of York.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+YORK.<br/>
+’Twas my inheritance, as the earldom was.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+EXETER.<br/>
+Thy father was a traitor to the crown.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+WARWICK.<br/>
+Exeter, thou art a traitor to the crown<br/>
+In following this usurping Henry.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+CLIFFORD.<br/>
+Whom should he follow but his natural king?
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+WARWICK.<br/>
+True, Clifford, that’s Richard, Duke of York.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+KING HENRY.<br/>
+And shall I stand, and thou sit in my throne?
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+YORK.<br/>
+It must and shall be so. Content thyself.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+WARWICK.<br/>
+Be Duke of Lancaster. Let him be king.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+WESTMORELAND.<br/>
+He is both King and Duke of Lancaster;<br/>
+And that the Lord of Westmoreland shall maintain.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+WARWICK.<br/>
+And Warwick shall disprove it. You forget<br/>
+That we are those which chased you from the field<br/>
+And slew your fathers, and with colours spread<br/>
+Marched through the city to the palace gates.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+NORTHUMBERLAND.<br/>
+Yes, Warwick, I remember it to my grief;<br/>
+And, by his soul, thou and thy house shall rue it.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+WESTMORELAND.<br/>
+Plantagenet, of thee and these thy sons,<br/>
+Thy kinsmen, and thy friends, I’ll have more lives<br/>
+Than drops of blood were in my father’s veins.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+CLIFFORD.<br/>
+Urge it no more; lest that, instead of words,<br/>
+I send thee, Warwick, such a messenger<br/>
+As shall revenge his death before I stir.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+WARWICK.<br/>
+Poor Clifford, how I scorn his worthless threats!
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+YORK.<br/>
+Will you we show our title to the crown?<br/>
+If not, our swords shall plead it in the field.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+KING HENRY.<br/>
+What title hast thou, traitor, to the crown?<br/>
+Thy father was, as thou art, Duke of York;<br/>
+Thy grandfather, Roger Mortimer, Earl of March.<br/>
+I am the son of Henry the Fifth,<br/>
+Who made the Dauphin and the French to stoop,<br/>
+And seized upon their towns and provinces.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+WARWICK.<br/>
+Talk not of France, sith thou hast lost it all.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+KING HENRY.<br/>
+The Lord Protector lost it, and not I.<br/>
+When I was crowned I was but nine months old.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+RICHARD.<br/>
+You are old enough now, and yet, methinks, you lose.<br/>
+Father, tear the crown from the usurper’s head.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+EDWARD.<br/>
+Sweet father, do so; set it on your head.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+MONTAGUE.<br/>
+Good brother, as thou lov’st and honourest arms,<br/>
+Let’s fight it out and not stand cavilling thus.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+RICHARD.<br/>
+Sound drums and trumpets, and the King will fly.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+YORK.<br/>
+Sons, peace!
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+KING HENRY.<br/>
+Peace thou, and give King Henry leave to speak.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+WARWICK.<br/>
+Plantagenet shall speak first. Hear him, lords,<br/>
+And be you silent and attentive too,<br/>
+For he that interrupts him shall not live.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+KING HENRY.<br/>
+Think’st thou that I will leave my kingly throne,<br/>
+Wherein my grandsire and my father sat?<br/>
+No. First shall war unpeople this my realm;<br/>
+Ay, and their colours, often borne in France,<br/>
+And now in England, to our heart’s great sorrow,<br/>
+Shall be my winding-sheet. Why faint you, lords?<br/>
+My title’s good, and better far than his.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+WARWICK.<br/>
+Prove it, Henry, and thou shalt be king.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+KING HENRY.<br/>
+Henry the Fourth by conquest got the crown.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+YORK.<br/>
+’Twas by rebellion against his king.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+KING HENRY.<br/>
+[<i>Aside</i>.] I know not what to say; my title’s weak.<br/>
+Tell me, may not a king adopt an heir?
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+YORK.<br/>
+What then?
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+KING HENRY.<br/>
+An if he may, then am I lawful king;<br/>
+For Richard, in the view of many lords,<br/>
+Resigned the crown to Henry the Fourth,<br/>
+Whose heir my father was, and I am his.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+YORK.<br/>
+He rose against him, being his sovereign,<br/>
+And made him to resign his crown perforce.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+WARWICK.<br/>
+Suppose, my lords, he did it unconstrained,<br/>
+Think you ’twere prejudicial to his crown?
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+EXETER.<br/>
+No, for he could not so resign his crown<br/>
+But that the next heir should succeed and reign.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+KING HENRY.<br/>
+Art thou against us, Duke of Exeter?
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+EXETER.<br/>
+His is the right, and therefore pardon me.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+YORK.<br/>
+Why whisper you, my lords, and answer not?
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+EXETER.<br/>
+My conscience tells me he is lawful king.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+KING HENRY.<br/>
+[<i>Aside</i>.] All will revolt from me and turn to him.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+NORTHUMBERLAND.<br/>
+Plantagenet, for all the claim thou lay’st,<br/>
+Think not that Henry shall be so deposed.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+WARWICK.<br/>
+Deposed he shall be, in despite of all.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+NORTHUMBERLAND.<br/>
+Thou art deceived. ’Tis not thy southern power,<br/>
+Of Essex, Norfolk, Suffolk, nor of Kent,<br/>
+Which makes thee thus presumptuous and proud,<br/>
+Can set the Duke up in despite of me.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+CLIFFORD.<br/>
+King Henry, be thy title right or wrong,<br/>
+Lord Clifford vows to fight in thy defence.<br/>
+May that ground gape and swallow me alive,<br/>
+Where I shall kneel to him that slew my father!
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+KING HENRY.<br/>
+O Clifford, how thy words revive my heart!
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+YORK.<br/>
+Henry of Lancaster, resign thy crown.<br/>
+What mutter you, or what conspire you, lords?
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+WARWICK.<br/>
+Do right unto this princely Duke of York,<br/>
+Or I will fill the house with armed men,<br/>
+And over the chair of state where now he sits,<br/>
+Write up his title with usurping blood.
+</p>
+
+<p class="right">[<i>He stamps with his foot, and the Soldiers show themselves.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+KING HENRY.<br/>
+My Lord of Warwick, hear but one word:<br/>
+Let me for this my lifetime reign as king.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+YORK.<br/>
+Confirm the crown to me, and to mine heirs,<br/>
+And thou shalt reign in quiet while thou liv’st.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+KING HENRY.<br/>
+I am content. Richard Plantagenet,<br/>
+Enjoy the kingdom after my decease.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+CLIFFORD.<br/>
+What wrong is this unto the Prince your son!
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+WARWICK.<br/>
+What good is this to England and himself!
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+WESTMORELAND.<br/>
+Base, fearful, and despairing Henry!
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+CLIFFORD.<br/>
+How hast thou injured both thyself and us!
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+WESTMORELAND.<br/>
+I cannot stay to hear these articles.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+NORTHUMBERLAND.<br/>
+Nor I.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+CLIFFORD.<br/>
+Come, cousin, let us tell the Queen these news.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+WESTMORELAND.<br/>
+Farewell, faint-hearted and degenerate king,<br/>
+In whose cold blood no spark of honour bides.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+NORTHUMBERLAND.<br/>
+Be thou a prey unto the house of York,<br/>
+And die in bands for this unmanly deed!
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+CLIFFORD.<br/>
+In dreadful war mayst thou be overcome,<br/>
+Or live in peace abandoned and despised!
+</p>
+
+<p class="right">[<i>Exeunt <span class="charname">Westmoreland, Northumberland</span> and
+<span class="charname">Clifford</span>.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+WARWICK.<br/>
+Turn this way, Henry, and regard them not.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+EXETER.<br/>
+They seek revenge, and therefore will not yield.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+KING HENRY.<br/>
+Ah, Exeter!
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+WARWICK.<br/>
+Why should you sigh, my lord?
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+KING HENRY.<br/>
+Not for myself, Lord Warwick, but my son,<br/>
+Whom I unnaturally shall disinherit.<br/>
+But be it as it may, [<i>To York.</i>] I here entail<br/>
+The crown to thee and to thine heirs for ever;<br/>
+Conditionally, that here thou take an oath<br/>
+To cease this civil war, and whilst I live,<br/>
+To honour me as thy king and sovereign,<br/>
+And neither by treason nor hostility<br/>
+To seek to put me down and reign thyself.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+YORK.<br/>
+This oath I willingly take and will perform.
+</p>
+
+<p class="right">[<i>Coming from the throne.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+WARWICK.<br/>
+Long live King Henry! Plantagenet, embrace him.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+KING HENRY.<br/>
+And long live thou, and these thy forward sons!
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+YORK.<br/>
+Now York and Lancaster are reconciled.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+EXETER.<br/>
+Accursed be he that seeks to make them foes!
+</p>
+
+<p class="scenedesc">Sennet. Here they come down.</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+YORK.<br/>
+Farewell, my gracious lord. I’ll to my castle.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+WARWICK.<br/>
+And I’ll keep London with my soldiers.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+NORFOLK.<br/>
+And I to Norfolk with my followers.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+MONTAGUE.<br/>
+And I unto the sea from whence I came.
+</p>
+
+<p class="right">[<i>Exeunt <span class="charname">York</span> and his
+<span class="charname">Sons, Warwick, Norfolk, Montague</span> and their
+Soldiers.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+KING HENRY.<br/>
+And I with grief and sorrow to the court.
+</p>
+
+<p class="scenedesc">Enter <span class="charname">Queen Margaret</span> and the
+<span class="charname">Prince of Wales</span>.</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+EXETER.<br/>
+Here comes the Queen, whose looks bewray her anger.<br/>
+I’ll steal away.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+KING HENRY.<br/>
+Exeter, so will I.
+</p>
+
+<p class="right">[<i>Going.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+QUEEN MARGARET.<br/>
+Nay, go not from me; I will follow thee.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+KING HENRY.<br/>
+Be patient, gentle Queen, and I will stay.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+QUEEN MARGARET.<br/>
+Who can be patient in such extremes?<br/>
+Ah, wretched man, would I had died a maid,<br/>
+And never seen thee, never borne thee son,<br/>
+Seeing thou hast proved so unnatural a father.<br/>
+Hath he deserved to lose his birthright thus?<br/>
+Hadst thou but loved him half so well as I,<br/>
+Or felt that pain which I did for him once,<br/>
+Or nourished him as I did with my blood,<br/>
+Thou wouldst have left thy dearest heart-blood there,<br/>
+Rather than have made that savage duke thine heir<br/>
+And disinherited thine only son.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+PRINCE EDWARD.<br/>
+Father, you cannot disinherit me.<br/>
+If you be king, why should not I succeed?
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+KING HENRY.<br/>
+Pardon me, Margaret; pardon me, sweet son.<br/>
+The Earl of Warwick and the Duke enforced me.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+QUEEN MARGARET.<br/>
+Enforced thee! Art thou King, and wilt be forced?<br/>
+I shame to hear thee speak. Ah, timorous wretch,<br/>
+Thou hast undone thyself, thy son, and me,<br/>
+And given unto the house of York such head<br/>
+As thou shalt reign but by their sufferance.<br/>
+To entail him and his heirs unto the crown,<br/>
+What is it but to make thy sepulchre<br/>
+And creep into it far before thy time?<br/>
+Warwick is Chancellor and the lord of Calais;<br/>
+Stern Falconbridge commands the narrow seas;<br/>
+The Duke is made Protector of the realm;<br/>
+And yet shalt thou be safe? Such safety finds<br/>
+The trembling lamb environed with wolves.<br/>
+Had I been there, which am a silly woman,<br/>
+The soldiers should have tossed me on their pikes<br/>
+Before I would have granted to that act.<br/>
+But thou prefer’st thy life before thine honour.<br/>
+And seeing thou dost, I here divorce myself<br/>
+Both from thy table, Henry, and thy bed,<br/>
+Until that act of parliament be repealed<br/>
+Whereby my son is disinherited.<br/>
+The northern lords that have forsworn thy colours<br/>
+Will follow mine if once they see them spread;<br/>
+And spread they shall be, to thy foul disgrace<br/>
+And utter ruin of the house of York.<br/>
+Thus do I leave thee. Come, son, let’s away:<br/>
+Our army is ready; come, we’ll after them.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+KING HENRY.<br/>
+Stay, gentle Margaret, and hear me speak.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+QUEEN MARGARET.<br/>
+Thou hast spoke too much already. Get thee gone.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+KING HENRY.<br/>
+Gentle son Edward, thou wilt stay with me?
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+QUEEN MARGARET.<br/>
+Ay, to be murdered by his enemies.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+PRINCE EDWARD.<br/>
+When I return with victory from the field<br/>
+I’ll see your Grace. Till then I’ll follow her.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+QUEEN MARGARET.<br/>
+Come, son, away; we may not linger thus.
+</p>
+
+<p class="right">[<i>Exeunt <span class="charname">Queen Margaret</span> and the
+<span class="charname">Prince</span>.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+KING HENRY.<br/>
+Poor queen! How love to me and to her son<br/>
+Hath made her break out into terms of rage!<br/>
+Revenged may she be on that hateful Duke,<br/>
+Whose haughty spirit, winged with desire,<br/>
+Will cost my crown, and like an empty eagle<br/>
+Tire on the flesh of me and of my son.<br/>
+The loss of those three lords torments my heart.<br/>
+I’ll write unto them and entreat them fair.<br/>
+Come, cousin, you shall be the messenger.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+EXETER.<br/>
+And I, I hope, shall reconcile them all.
+</p>
+
+<p class="right">[<i>Flourish. Exeunt.</i>]</p>
+
+<h3><a name="sceneI_14.2"></a><b>SCENE II. Sandal Castle</b></h3>
+
+<p class="scenedesc">Enter <span class="charname">Edward, Richard</span> and
+<span class="charname">Montague</span>.</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+RICHARD.<br/>
+Brother, though I be youngest, give me leave.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+EDWARD.<br/>
+No, I can better play the orator.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+MONTAGUE.<br/>
+But I have reasons strong and forcible.
+</p>
+
+<p class="scenedesc">Enter the <span class="charname">Duke of York</span>.</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+YORK.<br/>
+Why, how now, sons and brother, at a strife?<br/>
+What is your quarrel? How began it first?
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+EDWARD.<br/>
+No quarrel, but a slight contention.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+YORK.<br/>
+About what?
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+RICHARD.<br/>
+About that which concerns your Grace and us:<br/>
+The crown of England, father, which is yours.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+YORK.<br/>
+Mine, boy? Not till King Henry be dead.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+RICHARD.<br/>
+Your right depends not on his life or death.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+EDWARD.<br/>
+Now you are heir, therefore enjoy it now.<br/>
+By giving the house of Lancaster leave to breathe,<br/>
+It will outrun you, father, in the end.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+YORK.<br/>
+I took an oath that he should quietly reign.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+EDWARD.<br/>
+But for a kingdom any oath may be broken.<br/>
+I would break a thousand oaths to reign one year.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+RICHARD.<br/>
+No; God forbid your Grace should be forsworn.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+YORK.<br/>
+I shall be, if I claim by open war.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+RICHARD.<br/>
+I’ll prove the contrary if you’ll hear me speak.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+YORK.<br/>
+Thou canst not, son; it is impossible.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+RICHARD.<br/>
+An oath is of no moment, being not took<br/>
+Before a true and lawful magistrate<br/>
+That hath authority over him that swears.<br/>
+Henry had none, but did usurp the place;<br/>
+Then, seeing ’twas he that made you to depose,<br/>
+Your oath, my lord, is vain and frivolous.<br/>
+Therefore, to arms! And, father, do but think<br/>
+How sweet a thing it is to wear a crown,<br/>
+Within whose circuit is Elysium<br/>
+And all that poets feign of bliss and joy.<br/>
+Why do we linger thus? I cannot rest<br/>
+Until the white rose that I wear be dyed<br/>
+Even in the lukewarm blood of Henry’s heart.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+YORK.<br/>
+Richard, enough; I will be king, or die.<br/>
+Brother, thou shalt to London presently,<br/>
+And whet on Warwick to this enterprise.<br/>
+Thou, Richard, shalt to the Duke of Norfolk<br/>
+And tell him privily of our intent.<br/>
+You, Edward, shall unto my Lord Cobham,<br/>
+With whom the Kentishmen will willingly rise.<br/>
+In them I trust; for they are soldiers,<br/>
+Witty, courteous, liberal, full of spirit.<br/>
+While you are thus employed, what resteth more<br/>
+But that I seek occasion how to rise,<br/>
+And yet the King not privy to my drift,<br/>
+Nor any of the house of Lancaster?
+</p>
+
+<p class="scenedesc">Enter a <span class="charname">Messenger</span>.</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+But stay. What news? Why com’st thou in such post?
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+MESSENGER.<br/>
+The Queen, with all the northern earls and lords<br/>
+Intend here to besiege you in your castle.<br/>
+She is hard by with twenty thousand men;<br/>
+And therefore fortify your hold, my lord.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+YORK.<br/>
+Ay, with my sword. What, think’st thou that we fear them?<br/>
+Edward and Richard, you shall stay with me;<br/>
+My brother Montague shall post to London.<br/>
+Let noble Warwick, Cobham, and the rest,<br/>
+Whom we have left protectors of the King,<br/>
+With powerful policy strengthen themselves,<br/>
+And trust not simple Henry nor his oaths.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+MONTAGUE.<br/>
+Brother, I go; I’ll win them, fear it not.<br/>
+And thus most humbly I do take my leave.
+</p>
+
+<p class="right">[<i>Exit.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class="scenedesc">Enter <span class="charname">Sir John</span> and
+<span class="charname">Sir Hugh Mortimer</span>.</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+YORK.<br/>
+Sir John and Sir Hugh Mortimer, mine uncles,<br/>
+You are come to Sandal in a happy hour;<br/>
+The army of the Queen mean to besiege us.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+SIR JOHN.<br/>
+She shall not need; we’ll meet her in the field.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+YORK.<br/>
+What, with five thousand men?
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+RICHARD.<br/>
+Ay, with five hundred, father, for a need.<br/>
+A woman’s general; what should we fear?
+</p>
+
+<p class="right">[<i>A march afar off.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+EDWARD.<br/>
+I hear their drums. Let’s set our men in order,<br/>
+And issue forth and bid them battle straight.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+YORK.<br/>
+Five men to twenty! Though the odds be great,<br/>
+I doubt not, uncle, of our victory.<br/>
+Many a battle have I won in France<br/>
+Whenas the enemy hath been ten to one.<br/>
+Why should I not now have the like success?
+</p>
+
+<p class="right">[<i>Alarum. Exeunt.</i>]</p>
+
+<h3><a name="sceneI_14.3"></a><b>SCENE III. Plains near Sandal Castle</b></h3>
+
+<p class="scenedesc">Alarums. Enter <span class="charname">Rutland</span> and
+his <span class="charname">Tutor</span>.</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+RUTLAND.<br/>
+Ah, whither shall I fly to scape their hands?<br/>
+Ah, tutor, look where bloody Clifford comes.
+</p>
+
+<p class="scenedesc">Enter <span class="charname">Clifford</span> and Soldiers.</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+CLIFFORD.<br/>
+Chaplain, away! Thy priesthood saves thy life.<br/>
+As for the brat of this accursed duke<br/>
+Whose father slew my father, he shall die.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+TUTOR.<br/>
+And I, my lord, will bear him company.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+CLIFFORD.<br/>
+Soldiers, away with him!
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+TUTOR.<br/>
+Ah, Clifford, murder not this innocent child,<br/>
+Lest thou be hated both of God and man.
+</p>
+
+<p class="right">[<i>Exit, dragged off by Soldiers.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+CLIFFORD.<br/>
+How now? Is he dead already? Or is it fear<br/>
+That makes him close his eyes? I’ll open them.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+RUTLAND.<br/>
+So looks the pent-up lion o’er the wretch<br/>
+That trembles under his devouring paws;<br/>
+And so he walks, insulting o’er his prey,<br/>
+And so he comes to rend his limbs asunder.<br/>
+Ah, gentle Clifford, kill me with thy sword,<br/>
+And not with such a cruel threat’ning look.<br/>
+Sweet Clifford, hear me speak before I die.<br/>
+I am too mean a subject for thy wrath;<br/>
+Be thou revenged on men, and let me live.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+CLIFFORD.<br/>
+In vain thou speak’st, poor boy; my father’s blood<br/>
+Hath stopped the passage where thy words should enter.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+RUTLAND.<br/>
+Then let my father’s blood open it again;<br/>
+He is a man, and, Clifford, cope with him.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+CLIFFORD.<br/>
+Had I thy brethren here, their lives and thine<br/>
+Were not revenge sufficient for me.<br/>
+No, if I digged up thy forefathers’ graves<br/>
+And hung their rotten coffins up in chains,<br/>
+It could not slake mine ire nor ease my heart.<br/>
+The sight of any of the house of York<br/>
+Is as a fury to torment my soul;<br/>
+And till I root out their accursed line<br/>
+And leave not one alive, I live in hell.<br/>
+Therefore—
+</p>
+
+<p class="right">[<i>Lifting his hand.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+RUTLAND.<br/>
+O, let me pray before I take my death!<br/>
+To thee I pray; sweet Clifford, pity me!
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+CLIFFORD.<br/>
+Such pity as my rapier’s point affords.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+RUTLAND.<br/>
+I never did thee harm; why wilt thou slay me?
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+CLIFFORD.<br/>
+Thy father hath.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+RUTLAND.<br/>
+But ’twas ere I was born.<br/>
+Thou hast one son; for his sake pity me,<br/>
+Lest in revenge thereof, sith God is just,<br/>
+He be as miserably slain as I.<br/>
+Ah, let me live in prison all my days,<br/>
+And when I give occasion of offence<br/>
+Then let me die, for now thou hast no cause.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+CLIFFORD.<br/>
+No cause? Thy father slew my father; therefore die.
+</p>
+
+<p class="right">[<i><span class="charname">Clifford</span> stabs him.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+RUTLAND.<br/>
+<i>Di faciant laudis summa sit ista tuae!</i>
+</p>
+
+<p class="right">[<i>Dies.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+CLIFFORD.<br/>
+Plantagenet! I come, Plantagenet!<br/>
+And this thy son’s blood cleaving to my blade<br/>
+Shall rust upon my weapon till thy blood,<br/>
+Congealed with this, do make me wipe off both.
+</p>
+
+<p class="right">[<i>Exit.</i>]</p>
+
+<h3><a name="sceneI_14.4"></a><b>SCENE IV. The Same</b></h3>
+
+<p class="scenedesc">Alarum. Enter Richard, <span class="charname">Duke of York</span>.</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+YORK.<br/>
+The army of the Queen hath got the field.<br/>
+My uncles both are slain in rescuing me;<br/>
+And all my followers to the eager foe<br/>
+Turn back and fly like ships before the wind,<br/>
+Or lambs pursued by hunger-starved wolves.<br/>
+My sons, God knows what hath bechanced them;<br/>
+But this I know, they have demeaned themselves<br/>
+Like men born to renown by life or death.<br/>
+Three times did Richard make a lane to me,<br/>
+And thrice cried “Courage, father, fight it out!”<br/>
+And full as oft came Edward to my side<br/>
+With purple falchion painted to the hilt<br/>
+In blood of those that had encountered him;<br/>
+And when the hardiest warriors did retire,<br/>
+Richard cried “Charge, and give no foot of ground!”<br/>
+And cried “A crown, or else a glorious tomb!<br/>
+A sceptre, or an earthly sepulchre!”<br/>
+With this we charged again; but, out, alas!<br/>
+We budged again, as I have seen a swan<br/>
+With bootless labour swim against the tide<br/>
+And spend her strength with over-matching waves.
+</p>
+
+<p class="right">[<i>A short alarum within.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+Ah, hark, the fatal followers do pursue,<br/>
+And I am faint and cannot fly their fury;<br/>
+And were I strong, I would not shun their fury.<br/>
+The sands are numbered that makes up my life;<br/>
+Here must I stay, and here my life must end.
+</p>
+
+<p class="scenedesc">Enter <span class="charname">Queen Margaret, Clifford,
+Northumberland</span>, the young <span class="charname">Prince Edward</span>
+and Soldiers.</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+Come, bloody Clifford, rough Northumberland,<br/>
+I dare your quenchless fury to more rage.<br/>
+I am your butt, and I abide your shot.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+NORTHUMBERLAND.<br/>
+Yield to our mercy, proud Plantagenet.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+CLIFFORD.<br/>
+Ay, to such mercy as his ruthless arm<br/>
+With downright payment showed unto my father.<br/>
+Now Phaëthon hath tumbled from his car,<br/>
+And made an evening at the noontide prick.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+YORK.<br/>
+My ashes, as the phoenix, may bring forth<br/>
+A bird that will revenge upon you all;<br/>
+And in that hope I throw mine eyes to heaven,<br/>
+Scorning whate’er you can afflict me with.<br/>
+Why come you not? What, multitudes, and fear?
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+CLIFFORD.<br/>
+So cowards fight when they can fly no further;<br/>
+So doves do peck the falcon’s piercing talons;<br/>
+So desperate thieves, all hopeless of their lives,<br/>
+Breathe out invectives ’gainst the officers.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+YORK.<br/>
+O Clifford, but bethink thee once again,<br/>
+And in thy thought o’errun my former time;<br/>
+And, if thou canst for blushing, view this face,<br/>
+And bite thy tongue, that slanders him with cowardice<br/>
+Whose frown hath made thee faint and fly ere this.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+CLIFFORD.<br/>
+I will not bandy with thee word for word,<br/>
+But buckle with thee blows twice two for one.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+QUEEN MARGARET.<br/>
+Hold, valiant Clifford; for a thousand causes<br/>
+I would prolong awhile the traitor’s life.<br/>
+Wrath makes him deaf; speak thou, Northumberland.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+NORTHUMBERLAND.<br/>
+Hold, Clifford, do not honour him so much<br/>
+To prick thy finger, though to wound his heart.<br/>
+What valour were it, when a cur doth grin,<br/>
+For one to thrust his hand between his teeth,<br/>
+When he might spurn him with his foot away?<br/>
+It is war’s prize to take all vantages,<br/>
+And ten to one is no impeach of valour.
 </p>
 
+<p class="right">[<i>They lay hands on <span class="charname">York</span>, who
+struggles.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+CLIFFORD.<br/>
+Ay, ay, so strives the woodcock with the gin.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+NORTHUMBERLAND.<br/>
+So doth the cony struggle in the net.
+</p>
+
+<p class="right">[<i><span class="charname">York</span> is taken prisoner.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+YORK.<br/>
+So triumph thieves upon their conquered booty;<br/>
+So true men yield, with robbers so o’ermatched.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+NORTHUMBERLAND.<br/>
+What would your Grace have done unto him now?
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+QUEEN MARGARET.<br/>
+Brave warriors, Clifford and Northumberland,<br/>
+Come, make him stand upon this molehill here,<br/>
+That raught at mountains with outstretched arms,<br/>
+Yet parted but the shadow with his hand.<br/>
+What, was it you that would be England’s king?<br/>
+Was ’t you that revelled in our parliament<br/>
+And made a preachment of your high descent?<br/>
+Where are your mess of sons to back you now,<br/>
+The wanton Edward and the lusty George?<br/>
+And where’s that valiant crook-back prodigy,<br/>
+Dicky your boy, that with his grumbling voice<br/>
+Was wont to cheer his dad in mutinies?<br/>
+Or, with the rest, where is your darling Rutland?<br/>
+Look, York, I stained this napkin with the blood<br/>
+That valiant Clifford with his rapier’s point<br/>
+Made issue from the bosom of the boy;<br/>
+And if thine eyes can water for his death,<br/>
+I give thee this to dry thy cheeks withal.<br/>
+Alas, poor York, but that I hate thee deadly<br/>
+I should lament thy miserable state.<br/>
+I prithee grieve to make me merry, York;<br/>
+Stamp, rave, and fret, that I may sing and dance.<br/>
+What, hath thy fiery heart so parched thine entrails<br/>
+That not a tear can fall for Rutland’s death?<br/>
+Why art thou patient, man? Thou shouldst be mad;<br/>
+And I, to make thee mad, do mock thee thus.<br/>
+Stamp, rave, and fret, that I may sing and dance.<br/>
+Thou would’st be fee’d, I see, to make me sport;<br/>
+York cannot speak unless he wear a crown.<br/>
+A crown for York! And, lords, bow low to him.<br/>
+Hold you his hands whilst I do set it on.
+</p>
+
+<p class="right">[<i>Putting a paper crown on his head.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+Ay, marry, sir, now looks he like a king.<br/>
+Ay, this is he that took King Henry’s chair,<br/>
+And this is he was his adopted heir.<br/>
+But how is it that great Plantagenet<br/>
+Is crowned so soon and broke his solemn oath?<br/>
+As I bethink me, you should not be king<br/>
+Till our King Henry had shook hands with Death.<br/>
+And will you pale your head in Henry’s glory,<br/>
+And rob his temples of the diadem,<br/>
+Now in his life, against your holy oath?<br/>
+O, ’tis a fault too too unpardonable.<br/>
+Off with the crown, and, with the crown, his head;<br/>
+And whilst we breathe, take time to do him dead.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+CLIFFORD.<br/>
+That is my office, for my father’s sake.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+QUEEN MARGARET.<br/>
+Nay, stay; let’s hear the orisons he makes.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+YORK.<br/>
+She-wolf of France, but worse than wolves of France,<br/>
+Whose tongue more poisons than the adder’s tooth!<br/>
+How ill-beseeming is it in thy sex<br/>
+To triumph like an Amazonian trull<br/>
+Upon their woes whom Fortune captivates!<br/>
+But that thy face is vizard-like, unchanging,<br/>
+Made impudent with use of evil deeds,<br/>
+I would assay, proud queen, to make thee blush.<br/>
+To tell thee whence thou cam’st, of whom derived,<br/>
+Were shame enough to shame thee, wert thou not shameless.<br/>
+Thy father bears the type of King of Naples,<br/>
+Of both the Sicils, and Jerusalem,<br/>
+Yet not so wealthy as an English yeoman.<br/>
+Hath that poor monarch taught thee to insult?<br/>
+It needs not, nor it boots thee not, proud queen;<br/>
+Unless the adage must be verified,<br/>
+That beggars mounted run their horse to death.<br/>
+’Tis beauty that doth oft make women proud;<br/>
+But God he knows thy share thereof is small.<br/>
+’Tis virtue that doth make them most admired;<br/>
+The contrary doth make thee wondered at.<br/>
+’Tis government that makes them seem divine;<br/>
+The want thereof makes thee abominable.<br/>
+Thou art as opposite to every good<br/>
+As the Antipodes are unto us,<br/>
+Or as the south to the Septentrion.<br/>
+O tiger’s heart wrapped in a woman’s hide!<br/>
+How couldst thou drain the life-blood of the child,<br/>
+To bid the father wipe his eyes withal,<br/>
+And yet be seen to bear a woman’s face?<br/>
+Women are soft, mild, pitiful, and flexible;<br/>
+Thou stern, obdurate, flinty, rough, remorseless.<br/>
+Bid’st thou me rage? Why, now thou hast thy wish:<br/>
+Wouldst have me weep? Why, now thou hast thy will;<br/>
+For raging wind blows up incessant showers,<br/>
+And when the rage allays, the rain begins.<br/>
+These tears are my sweet Rutland’s obsequies,<br/>
+And every drop cries vengeance for his death<br/>
+’Gainst thee, fell Clifford, and thee, false Frenchwoman.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+NORTHUMBERLAND.<br/>
+Beshrew me, but his passion moves me so<br/>
+That hardly can I check my eyes from tears.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+YORK.<br/>
+That face of his the hungry cannibals<br/>
+Would not have touched, would not have stained with blood;<br/>
+But you are more inhuman, more inexorable,<br/>
+O, ten times more than tigers of Hyrcania.<br/>
+See, ruthless queen, a hapless father’s tears.<br/>
+This cloth thou dipped’st in blood of my sweet boy,<br/>
+And I with tears do wash the blood away.<br/>
+Keep thou the napkin, and go boast of this;<br/>
+And if thou tell’st the heavy story right,<br/>
+Upon my soul, the hearers will shed tears;<br/>
+Yea, even my foes will shed fast-falling tears<br/>
+And say “Alas, it was a piteous deed.”<br/>
+There, take the crown, and with the crown my curse;<br/>
+And in thy need such comfort come to thee<br/>
+As now I reap at thy too cruel hand!<br/>
+Hard-hearted Clifford, take me from the world,<br/>
+My soul to heaven, my blood upon your heads!
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+NORTHUMBERLAND.<br/>
+Had he been slaughter-man to all my kin,<br/>
+I should not for my life but weep with him,<br/>
+To see how inly sorrow gripes his soul.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+QUEEN MARGARET.<br/>
+What, weeping-ripe, my Lord Northumberland?<br/>
+Think but upon the wrong he did us all,<br/>
+And that will quickly dry thy melting tears.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+CLIFFORD.<br/>
+Here’s for my oath, here’s for my father’s death.
+</p>
+
+<p class="right">[<i>Stabbing him.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+QUEEN MARGARET.<br/>
+And here’s to right our gentle-hearted king.
+</p>
+
+<p class="right">[<i>Stabbing him.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+YORK.<br/>
+Open thy gate of mercy, gracious God!<br/>
+My soul flies through these wounds to seek out Thee.
+</p>
+
+<p class="right">[<i>Dies.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+QUEEN MARGARET.<br/>
+Off with his head, and set it on York gates;<br/>
+So York may overlook the town of York.
+</p>
+
+<p class="right">[<i>Flourish. Exeunt.</i>]</p>
+
+</div><!--end chapter-->
+
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<h2><a name="sceneII_14.1"></a>ACT II</h2>
+
+<h3><b>SCENE I. A plain near Mortimer’s Cross in Herefordshire</b></h3>
+
+<p class="scenedesc">A march. Enter <span class="charname">Edward</span> and
+<span class="charname">Richard</span> and their power.</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+EDWARD.<br/>
+I wonder how our princely father scaped,<br/>
+Or whether he be scaped away or no<br/>
+From Clifford’s and Northumberland’s pursuit.<br/>
+Had he been ta’en, we should have heard the news;<br/>
+Had he been slain, we should have heard the news;<br/>
+Or had he scaped, methinks we should have heard<br/>
+The happy tidings of his good escape.<br/>
+How fares my brother? Why is he so sad?
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+RICHARD.<br/>
+I cannot joy until I be resolved<br/>
+Where our right valiant father is become.<br/>
+I saw him in the battle range about,<br/>
+And watched him how he singled Clifford forth.<br/>
+Methought he bore him in the thickest troop<br/>
+As doth a lion in a herd of neat;<br/>
+Or as a bear, encompassed round with dogs,<br/>
+Who having pinched a few and made them cry,<br/>
+The rest stand all aloof and bark at him.<br/>
+So fared our father with his enemies;<br/>
+So fled his enemies my warlike father.<br/>
+Methinks ’tis pride enough to be his son.<br/>
+See how the morning opes her golden gates<br/>
+And takes her farewell of the glorious sun.<br/>
+How well resembles it the prime of youth,<br/>
+Trimmed like a younker prancing to his love!
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+EDWARD.<br/>
+Dazzle mine eyes, or do I see three suns?
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+RICHARD.<br/>
+Three glorious suns, each one a perfect sun;<br/>
+Not separated with the racking clouds,<br/>
+But severed in a pale clear-shining sky.<br/>
+See, see, they join, embrace, and seem to kiss,<br/>
+As if they vowed some league inviolable.<br/>
+Now are they but one lamp, one light, one sun.<br/>
+In this the heaven figures some event.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+EDWARD.<br/>
+’Tis wondrous strange, the like yet never heard of.<br/>
+I think it cites us, brother, to the field,<br/>
+That we, the sons of brave Plantagenet,<br/>
+Each one already blazing by our meeds,<br/>
+Should notwithstanding join our lights together,<br/>
+And overshine the earth, as this the world.<br/>
+Whate’er it bodes, henceforward will I bear<br/>
+Upon my target three fair shining suns.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+RICHARD.<br/>
+Nay, bear three daughters: by your leave I speak it,<br/>
+You love the breeder better than the male.
+</p>
+
+<p class="scenedesc">Enter a <span class="charname">Messenger</span>, blowing.</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+But what art thou, whose heavy looks foretell<br/>
+Some dreadful story hanging on thy tongue?
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+MESSENGER.<br/>
+Ah, one that was a woeful looker-on<br/>
+When as the noble Duke of York was slain,<br/>
+Your princely father and my loving lord.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+EDWARD.<br/>
+O, speak no more, for I have heard too much!
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+RICHARD.<br/>
+Say how he died, for I will hear it all.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+MESSENGER.<br/>
+Environed he was with many foes,<br/>
+And stood against them as the hope of Troy<br/>
+Against the Greeks that would have entered Troy.<br/>
+But Hercules himself must yield to odds;<br/>
+And many strokes, though with a little axe,<br/>
+Hews down and fell the hardest-timbered oak.<br/>
+By many hands your father was subdued,<br/>
+But only slaughtered by the ireful arm<br/>
+Of unrelenting Clifford and the Queen,<br/>
+Who crowned the gracious duke in high despite,<br/>
+Laughed in his face; and when with grief he wept,<br/>
+The ruthless Queen gave him to dry his cheeks<br/>
+A napkin steeped in the harmless blood<br/>
+Of sweet young Rutland, by rough Clifford slain.<br/>
+And after many scorns, many foul taunts,<br/>
+They took his head, and on the gates of York<br/>
+They set the same; and there it doth remain,<br/>
+The saddest spectacle that e’er I viewed.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+EDWARD.<br/>
+Sweet Duke of York, our prop to lean upon,<br/>
+Now thou art gone, we have no staff, no stay.<br/>
+O Clifford, boisterous Clifford, thou hast slain<br/>
+The flower of Europe for his chivalry;<br/>
+And treacherously hast thou vanquished him,<br/>
+For hand to hand he would have vanquished thee.<br/>
+Now my soul’s palace is become a prison.<br/>
+Ah, would she break from hence, that this my body<br/>
+Might in the ground be closed up in rest!<br/>
+For never henceforth shall I joy again;<br/>
+Never, O, never, shall I see more joy!
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+RICHARD.<br/>
+I cannot weep, for all my body’s moisture<br/>
+Scarce serves to quench my furnace-burning heart;<br/>
+Nor can my tongue unload my heart’s great burthen,<br/>
+For selfsame wind that I should speak withal<br/>
+Is kindling coals that fires all my breast<br/>
+And burns me up with flames that tears would quench.<br/>
+To weep is to make less the depth of grief:<br/>
+Tears, then, for babes; blows and revenge for me!<br/>
+Richard, I bear thy name; I’ll venge thy death,<br/>
+Or die renowned by attempting it.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+EDWARD.<br/>
+His name that valiant duke hath left with thee;<br/>
+His dukedom and his chair with me is left.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+RICHARD.<br/>
+Nay, if thou be that princely eagle’s bird,<br/>
+Show thy descent by gazing ’gainst the sun;<br/>
+For chair and dukedom, throne and kingdom say,<br/>
+Either that is thine, or else thou wert not his.
+</p>
+
+<p class="scenedesc">March. Enter <span class="charname">Warwick,
+Marquess Montague</span> and their army.</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+WARWICK.<br/>
+How now, fair lords! What fare? What news abroad?
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+RICHARD.<br/>
+Great Lord of Warwick, if we should recount<br/>
+Our baleful news, and at each word’s deliverance<br/>
+Stab poniards in our flesh till all were told,<br/>
+The words would add more anguish than the wounds.<br/>
+O valiant lord, the Duke of York is slain!
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+EDWARD.<br/>
+O, Warwick, Warwick, that Plantagenet<br/>
+Which held thee dearly as his soul’s redemption<br/>
+Is by the stern Lord Clifford done to death.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+WARWICK.<br/>
+Ten days ago I drowned these news in tears,<br/>
+And now, to add more measure to your woes,<br/>
+I come to tell you things sith then befall’n.<br/>
+After the bloody fray at Wakefield fought,<br/>
+Where your brave father breathed his latest gasp,<br/>
+Tidings, as swiftly as the posts could run,<br/>
+Were brought me of your loss and his depart.<br/>
+I, then in London, keeper of the King,<br/>
+Mustered my soldiers, gathered flocks of friends,<br/>
+And very well appointed, as I thought,<br/>
+Marched toward Saint Albans to intercept the Queen,<br/>
+Bearing the King in my behalf along;<br/>
+For by my scouts I was advertised<br/>
+That she was coming with a full intent<br/>
+To dash our late decree in Parliament<br/>
+Touching King Henry’s oath and your succession.<br/>
+Short tale to make, we at Saint Albans met,<br/>
+Our battles joined, and both sides fiercely fought.<br/>
+But, whether ’twas the coldness of the King,<br/>
+Who looked full gently on his warlike Queen,<br/>
+That robbed my soldiers of their heated spleen,<br/>
+Or whether ’twas report of her success;<br/>
+Or more than common fear of Clifford’s rigour,<br/>
+Who thunders to his captives blood and death,<br/>
+I cannot judge; but, to conclude with truth,<br/>
+Their weapons like to lightning came and went;<br/>
+Our soldiers’, like the night-owl’s lazy flight,<br/>
+Or like an idle thresher with a flail,<br/>
+Fell gently down, as if they struck their friends.<br/>
+I cheered them up with justice of our cause,<br/>
+With promise of high pay and great rewards,<br/>
+But all in vain; they had no heart to fight,<br/>
+And we in them no hope to win the day;<br/>
+So that we fled: the King unto the Queen;<br/>
+Lord George your brother, Norfolk, and myself,<br/>
+In haste, post-haste, are come to join with you;<br/>
+For in the Marches here we heard you were,<br/>
+Making another head to fight again.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+EDWARD.<br/>
+Where is the Duke of Norfolk, gentle Warwick?<br/>
+And when came George from Burgundy to England?
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+WARWICK.<br/>
+Some six miles off the Duke is with the soldiers;<br/>
+And for your brother, he was lately sent<br/>
+From your kind aunt, Duchess of Burgundy,<br/>
+With aid of soldiers to this needful war.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+RICHARD.<br/>
+’Twas odds, belike, when valiant Warwick fled.<br/>
+Oft have I heard his praises in pursuit,<br/>
+But ne’er till now his scandal of retire.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+WARWICK.<br/>
+Nor now my scandal, Richard, dost thou hear;<br/>
+For thou shalt know this strong right hand of mine<br/>
+Can pluck the diadem from faint Henry’s head<br/>
+And wring the awful sceptre from his fist,<br/>
+Were he as famous and as bold in war<br/>
+As he is famed for mildness, peace, and prayer.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+RICHARD.<br/>
+I know it well, Lord Warwick; blame me not.<br/>
+’Tis love I bear thy glories makes me speak.<br/>
+But in this troublous time what’s to be done?<br/>
+Shall we go throw away our coats of steel<br/>
+And wrap our bodies in black mourning gowns,<br/>
+Numbering our Ave-Maries with our beads?<br/>
+Or shall we on the helmets of our foes<br/>
+Tell our devotion with revengeful arms?<br/>
+If for the last, say ay, and to it, lords.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+WARWICK.<br/>
+Why, therefore Warwick came to seek you out,<br/>
+And therefore comes my brother Montague.<br/>
+Attend me, lords. The proud insulting Queen,<br/>
+With Clifford and the haught Northumberland,<br/>
+And of their feather many moe proud birds,<br/>
+Have wrought the easy-melting King like wax.<br/>
+He swore consent to your succession,<br/>
+His oath enrolled in the Parliament;<br/>
+And now to London all the crew are gone,<br/>
+To frustrate both his oath and what beside<br/>
+May make against the house of Lancaster.<br/>
+Their power, I think, is thirty thousand strong.<br/>
+Now, if the help of Norfolk and myself,<br/>
+With all the friends that thou, brave Earl of March,<br/>
+Amongst the loving Welshmen canst procure,<br/>
+Will but amount to five and twenty thousand,<br/>
+Why, <i>via</i>, to London will we march amain,<br/>
+And once again bestride our foaming steeds,<br/>
+And once again cry “Charge upon our foes!”<br/>
+But never once again turn back and fly.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+RICHARD.<br/>
+Ay, now methinks I hear great Warwick speak.<br/>
+Ne’er may he live to see a sunshine day<br/>
+That cries “Retire,” if Warwick bid him stay.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+EDWARD.<br/>
+Lord Warwick, on thy shoulder will I lean;<br/>
+And when thou fail’st—as God forbid the hour!—<br/>
+Must Edward fall, which peril heaven forfend!
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+WARWICK.<br/>
+No longer Earl of March, but Duke of York.<br/>
+The next degree is England’s royal throne;<br/>
+For King of England shalt thou be proclaimed<br/>
+In every borough as we pass along,<br/>
+And he that throws not up his cap for joy<br/>
+Shall for the fault make forfeit of his head.<br/>
+King Edward, valiant Richard, Montague,<br/>
+Stay we no longer dreaming of renown,<br/>
+But sound the trumpets and about our task.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+RICHARD.<br/>
+Then, Clifford, were thy heart as hard as steel,<br/>
+As thou hast shown it flinty by thy deeds,<br/>
+I come to pierce it, or to give thee mine.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+EDWARD.<br/>
+Then strike up, drums! God and Saint George for us!
+</p>
+
+<p class="scenedesc">Enter a <span class="charname">Messenger</span>.</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+WARWICK.<br/>
+How now, what news?
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+MESSENGER.<br/>
+The Duke of Norfolk sends you word by me,<br/>
+The Queen is coming with a puissant host,<br/>
+And craves your company for speedy counsel.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+WARWICK.<br/>
+Why then it sorts; brave warriors, let’s away.
+</p>
+
+<p class="right">[<i>Exeunt.</i>]</p>
+
+<h3><a name="sceneII_14.2"></a><b>SCENE II. Before York</b></h3>
+
+<p class="scenedesc">Flourish. Enter <span class="charname">King Henry, Queen
+Margaret, the Prince of Wales, Clifford</span> and
+<span class="charname">Northumberland</span> with drums and trumpets.</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+QUEEN MARGARET.<br/>
+Welcome, my lord, to this brave town of York.<br/>
+Yonder’s the head of that arch-enemy<br/>
+That sought to be encompassed with your crown.<br/>
+Doth not the object cheer your heart, my lord?
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+KING HENRY.<br/>
+Ay, as the rocks cheer them that fear their wrack!<br/>
+To see this sight, it irks my very soul.<br/>
+Withhold revenge, dear God! ’Tis not my fault,<br/>
+Nor wittingly have I infringed my vow.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+CLIFFORD.<br/>
+My gracious liege, this too much lenity<br/>
+And harmful pity must be laid aside.<br/>
+To whom do lions cast their gentle looks?<br/>
+Not to the beast that would usurp their den.<br/>
+Whose hand is that the forest bear doth lick?<br/>
+Not his that spoils her young before her face.<br/>
+Who scapes the lurking serpent’s mortal sting?<br/>
+Not he that sets his foot upon her back.<br/>
+The smallest worm will turn, being trodden on,<br/>
+And doves will peck in safeguard of their brood.<br/>
+Ambitious York did level at thy crown,<br/>
+Thou smiling while he knit his angry brows.<br/>
+He, but a duke, would have his son a king,<br/>
+And raise his issue like a loving sire;<br/>
+Thou, being a king, blest with a goodly son,<br/>
+Didst yield consent to disinherit him,<br/>
+Which argued thee a most unloving father.<br/>
+Unreasonable creatures feed their young;<br/>
+And though man’s face be fearful to their eyes,<br/>
+Yet, in protection of their tender ones,<br/>
+Who hath not seen them, even with those wings<br/>
+Which sometime they have used with fearful flight,<br/>
+Make war with him that climbed unto their nest,<br/>
+Offering their own lives in their young’s defence?<br/>
+For shame, my liege, make them your precedent.<br/>
+Were it not pity that this goodly boy<br/>
+Should lose his birthright by his father’s fault,<br/>
+And long hereafter say unto his child,<br/>
+“What my great-grandfather and grandsire got,<br/>
+My careless father fondly gave away?”<br/>
+Ah, what a shame were this! Look on the boy,<br/>
+And let his manly face, which promiseth<br/>
+Successful fortune, steel thy melting heart<br/>
+To hold thine own and leave thine own with him.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+KING HENRY.<br/>
+Full well hath Clifford played the orator,<br/>
+Inferring arguments of mighty force.<br/>
+But, Clifford, tell me, didst thou never hear<br/>
+That things ill got had ever bad success?<br/>
+And happy always was it for that son<br/>
+Whose father for his hoarding went to hell?<br/>
+I’ll leave my son my virtuous deeds behind,<br/>
+And would my father had left me no more;<br/>
+For all the rest is held at such a rate<br/>
+As brings a thousand-fold more care to keep<br/>
+Than in possession any jot of pleasure.<br/>
+Ah, cousin York, would thy best friends did know<br/>
+How it doth grieve me that thy head is here!
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+QUEEN MARGARET.<br/>
+My lord, cheer up your spirits; our foes are nigh,<br/>
+And this soft courage makes your followers faint.<br/>
+You promised knighthood to our forward son.<br/>
+Unsheathe your sword and dub him presently.—<br/>
+Edward, kneel down.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+KING HENRY.<br/>
+Edward Plantagenet, arise a knight;<br/>
+And learn this lesson: draw thy sword in right.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+PRINCE EDWARD.<br/>
+My gracious father, by your kingly leave,<br/>
+I’ll draw it as apparent to the crown,<br/>
+And in that quarrel use it to the death.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+CLIFFORD.<br/>
+Why, that is spoken like a toward prince.
+</p>
+
+<p class="scenedesc">Enter a <span class="charname">Messenger</span>.</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+MESSENGER.<br/>
+Royal commanders, be in readiness;<br/>
+For with a band of thirty thousand men<br/>
+Comes Warwick, backing of the Duke of York,<br/>
+And in the towns, as they do march along,<br/>
+Proclaims him king, and many fly to him.<br/>
+Darraign your battle, for they are at hand.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+CLIFFORD.<br/>
+I would your highness would depart the field.<br/>
+The Queen hath best success when you are absent.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+QUEEN MARGARET.<br/>
+Ay, good my lord, and leave us to our fortune.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+KING HENRY.<br/>
+Why, that’s my fortune too; therefore I’ll stay.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+NORTHUMBERLAND.<br/>
+Be it with resolution then to fight.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+PRINCE EDWARD.<br/>
+My royal father, cheer these noble lords,<br/>
+And hearten those that fight in your defence.<br/>
+Unsheathe your sword, good father; cry “Saint George!”
+</p>
+
+<p class="scenedesc">March. Enter <span class="charname">Edward, George,
+Richard, Warwick, Norfolk, Montague</span> and Soldiers.</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+EDWARD.<br/>
+Now, perjured Henry, wilt thou kneel for grace<br/>
+And set thy diadem upon my head,<br/>
+Or bide the mortal fortune of the field?
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+QUEEN MARGARET.<br/>
+Go rate thy minions, proud insulting boy!<br/>
+Becomes it thee to be thus bold in terms<br/>
+Before thy sovereign and thy lawful king?
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+EDWARD.<br/>
+I am his king, and he should bow his knee.<br/>
+I was adopted heir by his consent.<br/>
+Since when, his oath is broke; for, as I hear,<br/>
+You that are king, though he do wear the crown,<br/>
+Have caused him by new act of Parliament<br/>
+To blot out me and put his own son in.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+CLIFFORD.<br/>
+And reason too:<br/>
+Who should succeed the father but the son?
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+RICHARD.<br/>
+Are you there, butcher? O, I cannot speak!
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+CLIFFORD.<br/>
+Ay, crook-back; here I stand, to answer thee,<br/>
+Or any he, the proudest of thy sort.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+RICHARD.<br/>
+’Twas you that killed young Rutland, was it not?
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+CLIFFORD.<br/>
+Ay, and old York, and yet not satisfied.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+RICHARD.<br/>
+For God’s sake, lords, give signal to the fight.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+WARWICK.<br/>
+What sayst thou, Henry, wilt thou yield the crown?
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+QUEEN MARGARET.<br/>
+Why, how now, long-tongued Warwick, dare you speak?<br/>
+When you and I met at Saint Albans last,<br/>
+Your legs did better service than your hands.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+WARWICK.<br/>
+Then ’twas my turn to fly, and now ’tis thine.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+CLIFFORD.<br/>
+You said so much before, and yet you fled.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+WARWICK.<br/>
+’Twas not your valour, Clifford, drove me thence.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+NORTHUMBERLAND.<br/>
+No, nor your manhood that durst make you stay.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+RICHARD.<br/>
+Northumberland, I hold thee reverently.<br/>
+Break off the parley; for scarce I can refrain<br/>
+The execution of my big-swoln heart<br/>
+Upon that Clifford, that cruel child-killer.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+CLIFFORD.<br/>
+I slew thy father; call’st thou him a child?
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+RICHARD.<br/>
+Ay, like a dastard and a treacherous coward,<br/>
+As thou didst kill our tender brother Rutland,<br/>
+But ere sunset I’ll make thee curse the deed.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+KING HENRY.<br/>
+Have done with words, my lords, and hear me speak.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+QUEEN MARGARET.<br/>
+Defy them then, or else hold close thy lips.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+KING HENRY.<br/>
+I prithee, give no limits to my tongue.<br/>
+I am a king, and privileged to speak.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+CLIFFORD.<br/>
+My liege, the wound that bred this meeting here<br/>
+Cannot be cured by words; therefore be still.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+RICHARD.<br/>
+Then, executioner, unsheathe thy sword.<br/>
+By Him that made us all, I am resolved<br/>
+That Clifford’s manhood lies upon his tongue.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+EDWARD.<br/>
+Say, Henry, shall I have my right, or no?<br/>
+A thousand men have broke their fasts today<br/>
+That ne’er shall dine unless thou yield the crown.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+WARWICK.<br/>
+If thou deny, their blood upon thy head;<br/>
+For York in justice puts his armour on.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+PRINCE EDWARD.<br/>
+If that be right which Warwick says is right,<br/>
+There is no wrong, but everything is right.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+RICHARD.<br/>
+Whoever got thee, there thy mother stands;<br/>
+For well I wot thou hast thy mother’s tongue.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+QUEEN MARGARET.<br/>
+But thou art neither like thy sire nor dam,<br/>
+But like a foul misshapen stigmatic,<br/>
+Marked by the Destinies to be avoided,<br/>
+As venom toads or lizards’ dreadful stings.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+RICHARD.<br/>
+Iron of Naples, hid with English gilt,<br/>
+Whose father bears the title of a king,<br/>
+As if a channel should be called the sea,<br/>
+Sham’st thou not, knowing whence thou art extraught,<br/>
+To let thy tongue detect thy base-born heart?
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+EDWARD.<br/>
+A wisp of straw were worth a thousand crowns<br/>
+To make this shameless callet know herself.<br/>
+Helen of Greece was fairer far than thou,<br/>
+Although thy husband may be Menelaus;<br/>
+And ne’er was Agamemnon’s brother wronged<br/>
+By that false woman as this king by thee.<br/>
+His father revelled in the heart of France,<br/>
+And tamed the King, and made the Dauphin stoop;<br/>
+And had he matched according to his state,<br/>
+He might have kept that glory to this day;<br/>
+But when he took a beggar to his bed<br/>
+And graced thy poor sire with his bridal day,<br/>
+Even then that sunshine brewed a shower for him<br/>
+That washed his father’s fortunes forth of France<br/>
+And heaped sedition on his crown at home.<br/>
+For what hath broached this tumult but thy pride?<br/>
+Hadst thou been meek, our title still had slept;<br/>
+And we, in pity of the gentle king,<br/>
+Had slipped our claim until another age.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+GEORGE.<br/>
+But when we saw our sunshine made thy spring,<br/>
+And that thy summer bred us no increase,<br/>
+We set the axe to thy usurping root;<br/>
+And though the edge hath something hit ourselves,<br/>
+Yet know thou, since we have begun to strike,<br/>
+We’ll never leave till we have hewn thee down<br/>
+Or bathed thy growing with our heated bloods.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+EDWARD.<br/>
+And in this resolution I defy thee;<br/>
+Not willing any longer conference,<br/>
+Since thou deniest the gentle King to speak.<br/>
+Sound trumpets! Let our bloody colours wave;<br/>
+And either victory or else a grave!
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+QUEEN MARGARET.<br/>
+Stay, Edward.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+EDWARD.<br/>
+No, wrangling woman, we’ll no longer stay.<br/>
+These words will cost ten thousand lives this day.
+</p>
+
+<p class="right">[<i>Exeunt.</i>]</p>
+
+<h3><a name="sceneII_14.3"></a><b>SCENE III. A field of battle between Towton and Saxton, in Yorkshire</b></h3>
+
+<p class="scenedesc">Alarums. Excursions. Enter <span class="charname">Warwick</span>.</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+WARWICK.<br/>
+Forspent with toil, as runners with a race,<br/>
+I lay me down a little while to breathe;<br/>
+For strokes received, and many blows repaid,<br/>
+Have robbed my strong-knit sinews of their strength,<br/>
+And spite of spite, needs must I rest awhile.
+</p>
+
+<p class="scenedesc">Enter <span class="charname">Edward</span>, running.</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+EDWARD.<br/>
+Smile, gentle heaven, or strike, ungentle death;<br/>
+For this world frowns and Edward’s sun is clouded.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+WARWICK.<br/>
+How now, my lord, what hap? What hope of good?
+</p>
+
+<p class="scenedesc">Enter <span class="charname">George</span>.</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+GEORGE.<br/>
+Our hap is loss, our hope but sad despair;<br/>
+Our ranks are broke and ruin follows us.<br/>
+What counsel give you? Whither shall we fly?
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+EDWARD.<br/>
+Bootless is flight, they follow us with wings;<br/>
+And weak we are and cannot shun pursuit.
+</p>
+
+<p class="scenedesc">Enter <span class="charname">Richard</span>.</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+RICHARD.<br/>
+Ah, Warwick, why hast thou withdrawn thyself?<br/>
+Thy brother’s blood the thirsty earth hath drunk,<br/>
+Broached with the steely point of Clifford’s lance;<br/>
+And in the very pangs of death he cried,<br/>
+Like to a dismal clangor heard from far,<br/>
+“Warwick, revenge! Brother, revenge my death!”<br/>
+So, underneath the belly of their steeds,<br/>
+That stained their fetlocks in his smoking blood,<br/>
+The noble gentleman gave up the ghost.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+WARWICK.<br/>
+Then let the earth be drunken with our blood;<br/>
+I’ll kill my horse because I will not fly.<br/>
+Why stand we like soft-hearted women here,<br/>
+Wailing our losses whiles the foe doth rage,<br/>
+And look upon, as if the tragedy<br/>
+Were played in jest by counterfeiting actors?<br/>
+Here on my knee I vow to God above<br/>
+I’ll never pause again, never stand still,<br/>
+Till either death hath closed these eyes of mine,<br/>
+Or Fortune given me measure of revenge.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+EDWARD.<br/>
+O Warwick, I do bend my knee with thine,<br/>
+And in this vow do chain my soul to thine!<br/>
+And, ere my knee rise from the earth’s cold face,<br/>
+I throw my hands, mine eyes, my heart to Thee,<br/>
+Thou setter up and plucker down of kings,<br/>
+Beseeching Thee, if with Thy will it stands<br/>
+That to my foes this body must be prey,<br/>
+Yet that Thy brazen gates of heaven may ope,<br/>
+And give sweet passage to my sinful soul.<br/>
+Now, lords, take leave until we meet again,<br/>
+Where’er it be, in heaven or in earth.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+RICHARD.<br/>
+Brother, give me thy hand; and, gentle Warwick,<br/>
+Let me embrace thee in my weary arms.<br/>
+I, that did never weep, now melt with woe<br/>
+That winter should cut off our spring-time so.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+WARWICK.<br/>
+Away, away! Once more, sweet lords, farewell.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+GEORGE.<br/>
+Yet let us all together to our troops,<br/>
+And give them leave to fly that will not stay,<br/>
+And call them pillars that will stand to us;<br/>
+And if we thrive, promise them such rewards<br/>
+As victors wear at the Olympian games.<br/>
+This may plant courage in their quailing breasts,<br/>
+For yet is hope of life and victory.<br/>
+Forslow no longer; make we hence amain.
+</p>
+
+<p class="right">[<i>Exeunt.</i>]</p>
+
+<h3><a name="sceneII_14.4"></a><b>SCENE IV. Another Part of the Field</b></h3>
+
+<p class="scenedesc">Excursions. Enter <span class="charname">Richard</span> and
+<span class="charname">Clifford</span>.</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+RICHARD.<br/>
+Now, Clifford, I have singled thee alone.<br/>
+Suppose this arm is for the Duke of York,<br/>
+And this for Rutland; both bound to revenge,<br/>
+Wert thou environed with a brazen wall.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+CLIFFORD.<br/>
+Now, Richard, I am with thee here alone.<br/>
+This is the hand that stabbed thy father York,<br/>
+And this the hand that slew thy brother Rutland;<br/>
+And here’s the heart that triumphs in their death<br/>
+And cheers these hands that slew thy sire and brother<br/>
+To execute the like upon thyself;<br/>
+And so have at thee!
+</p>
+
+<p class="scenedesc">They fight. <span class="charname">Warwick</span> comes;
+<span class="charname">Clifford</span> flies.</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+RICHARD.<br/>
+Nay, Warwick, single out some other chase;<br/>
+For I myself will hunt this wolf to death.
+</p>
+
+<p class="right">[<i>Exeunt.</i>]</p>
+
+<h3><a name="sceneII_14.5"></a><b>SCENE V. Another Part of the Field</b></h3>
+
+<p class="scenedesc">Enter <span class="charname">King Henry</span>.</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+KING HENRY.<br/>
+This battle fares like to the morning’s war,<br/>
+When dying clouds contend with growing light,<br/>
+What time the shepherd, blowing of his nails,<br/>
+Can neither call it perfect day nor night.<br/>
+Now sways it this way, like a mighty sea<br/>
+Forced by the tide to combat with the wind;<br/>
+Now sways it that way, like the selfsame sea<br/>
+Forced to retire by fury of the wind.<br/>
+Sometime the flood prevails, and then the wind;<br/>
+Now one the better, then another best,<br/>
+Both tugging to be victors, breast to breast,<br/>
+Yet neither conqueror nor conquered.<br/>
+So is the equal poise of this fell war.<br/>
+Here on this molehill will I sit me down.<br/>
+To whom God will, there be the victory!<br/>
+For Margaret my queen, and Clifford too,<br/>
+Have chid me from the battle, swearing both<br/>
+They prosper best of all when I am thence.<br/>
+Would I were dead, if God’s good will were so;<br/>
+For what is in this world but grief and woe?<br/>
+O God! Methinks it were a happy life<br/>
+To be no better than a homely swain;<br/>
+To sit upon a hill, as I do now,<br/>
+To carve out dials quaintly, point by point,<br/>
+Thereby to see the minutes how they run:<br/>
+How many make the hour full complete,<br/>
+How many hours brings about the day,<br/>
+How many days will finish up the year,<br/>
+How many years a mortal man may live.<br/>
+When this is known, then to divide the times:<br/>
+So many hours must I tend my flock;<br/>
+So many hours must I take my rest;<br/>
+So many hours must I contemplate;<br/>
+So many hours must I sport myself;<br/>
+So many days my ewes have been with young;<br/>
+So many weeks ere the poor fools will ean;<br/>
+So many years ere I shall shear the fleece.<br/>
+So minutes, hours, days, months, and years,<br/>
+Passed over to the end they were created,<br/>
+Would bring white hairs unto a quiet grave.<br/>
+Ah, what a life were this! How sweet, how lovely!<br/>
+Gives not the hawthorn bush a sweeter shade<br/>
+To shepherds looking on their silly sheep<br/>
+Than doth a rich embroidered canopy<br/>
+To kings that fear their subjects’ treachery?<br/>
+O, yes, it doth; a thousand-fold it doth.<br/>
+And to conclude, the shepherd’s homely curds,<br/>
+His cold thin drink out of his leather bottle,<br/>
+His wonted sleep under a fresh tree’s shade,<br/>
+All which secure and sweetly he enjoys,<br/>
+Is far beyond a prince’s delicates—<br/>
+His viands sparkling in a golden cup,<br/>
+His body couched in a curious bed,<br/>
+When care, mistrust, and treason waits on him.
+</p>
+
+<p class="scenedesc">Alarum. Enter a <span class="charname">Son</span> that
+hath killed his father, bringing in the dead body.</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+SON.<br/>
+Ill blows the wind that profits nobody.<br/>
+This man, whom hand to hand I slew in fight,<br/>
+May be possessed with some store of crowns;<br/>
+And I, that haply take them from him now,<br/>
+May yet ere night yield both my life and them<br/>
+To some man else, as this dead man doth me.<br/>
+Who’s this? O God! It is my father’s face,<br/>
+Whom in this conflict I unwares have killed.<br/>
+O heavy times, begetting such events!<br/>
+From London by the King was I pressed forth;<br/>
+My father, being the Earl of Warwick’s man,<br/>
+Came on the part of York, pressed by his master;<br/>
+And I, who at his hands received my life,<br/>
+Have by my hands of life bereaved him.<br/>
+Pardon me, God, I knew not what I did;<br/>
+And pardon, father, for I knew not thee.<br/>
+My tears shall wipe away these bloody marks,<br/>
+And no more words till they have flowed their fill.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+KING HENRY.<br/>
+O piteous spectacle! O bloody times!<br/>
+Whiles lions war and battle for their dens,<br/>
+Poor harmless lambs abide their enmity.<br/>
+Weep, wretched man, I’ll aid thee tear for tear;<br/>
+And let our hearts and eyes, like civil war,<br/>
+Be blind with tears and break o’ercharged with grief.
+</p>
+
+<p class="scenedesc">Enter a <span class="charname">Father</span> who has
+killed his son, with the body in his arms.</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+FATHER.<br/>
+Thou that so stoutly hath resisted me,<br/>
+Give me thy gold, if thou hast any gold,<br/>
+For I have bought it with an hundred blows.<br/>
+But let me see: is this our foeman’s face?<br/>
+Ah, no, no, no; it is mine only son!<br/>
+Ah, boy, if any life be left in thee,<br/>
+Throw up thine eye! See, see what showers arise,<br/>
+Blown with the windy tempest of my heart<br/>
+Upon thy wounds, that kill mine eye and heart!<br/>
+O, pity, God, this miserable age!<br/>
+What stratagems, how fell, how butcherly,<br/>
+Erroneous, mutinous, and unnatural,<br/>
+This deadly quarrel daily doth beget!<br/>
+O boy, thy father gave thee life too soon,<br/>
+And hath bereft thee of thy life too late!
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+KING HENRY.<br/>
+Woe above woe, grief more than common grief!<br/>
+O that my death would stay these ruthful deeds!<br/>
+O pity, pity, gentle heaven, pity!<br/>
+The red rose and the white are on his face,<br/>
+The fatal colours of our striving houses;<br/>
+The one his purple blood right well resembles,<br/>
+The other his pale cheeks, methinks, presenteth.<br/>
+Wither one rose, and let the other flourish!<br/>
+If you contend, a thousand lives must wither.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+SON.<br/>
+How will my mother for a father’s death<br/>
+Take on with me and ne’er be satisfied!
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+FATHER.<br/>
+How will my wife for slaughter of my son<br/>
+Shed seas of tears and ne’er be satisfied!
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+KING HENRY.<br/>
+How will the country for these woeful chances<br/>
+Misthink the King and not be satisfied!
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+SON.<br/>
+Was ever son so rued a father’s death?
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+FATHER.<br/>
+Was ever father so bemoaned his son?
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+KING HENRY.<br/>
+Was ever king so grieved for subjects’ woe?<br/>
+Much is your sorrow, mine ten times so much.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+SON.<br/>
+I’ll bear thee hence, where I may weep my fill.
+</p>
+
+<p class="right">[<i>Exit with the body.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+FATHER.<br/>
+These arms of mine shall be thy winding-sheet;<br/>
+My heart, sweet boy, shall be thy sepulchre,<br/>
+For from my heart thine image ne’er shall go.<br/>
+My sighing breast shall be thy funeral bell;<br/>
+And so obsequious will thy father be,<br/>
+Even for the loss of thee, having no more,<br/>
+As Priam was for all his valiant sons.<br/>
+I’ll bear thee hence; and let them fight that will,<br/>
+For I have murdered where I should not kill.
+</p>
+
+<p class="right">[<i>Exit with the body.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+KING HENRY.<br/>
+Sad-hearted men, much overgone with care,<br/>
+Here sits a king more woeful than you are.
+</p>
+
+<p class="scenedesc">Alarums. Excursions. Enter <span class="charname">Queen
+Margaret, Prince of Wales</span> and <span class="charname">Exeter</span>.</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+PRINCE EDWARD.<br/>
+Fly, father, fly, for all your friends are fled,<br/>
+And Warwick rages like a chafed bull.<br/>
+Away, for death doth hold us in pursuit.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+QUEEN MARGARET.<br/>
+Mount you, my lord; towards Berwick post amain.<br/>
+Edward and Richard, like a brace of greyhounds<br/>
+Having the fearful flying hare in sight,<br/>
+With fiery eyes sparkling for very wrath,<br/>
+And bloody steel grasped in their ireful hands,<br/>
+Are at our backs; and therefore hence amain.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+EXETER.<br/>
+Away, for vengeance comes along with them.<br/>
+Nay, stay not to expostulate; make speed,<br/>
+Or else come after; I’ll away before.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+KING HENRY.<br/>
+Nay, take me with thee, good sweet Exeter;<br/>
+Not that I fear to stay, but love to go<br/>
+Whither the Queen intends. Forward; away!
+</p>
+
+<p class="right">[<i>Exeunt.</i>]</p>
+
+<h3><a name="sceneII_14.6"></a><b>SCENE VI. Another Part of the Field</b></h3>
+
+<p class="scenedesc">A loud alarum. Enter <span class="charname">Clifford</span>,
+wounded.</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+CLIFFORD.<br/>
+Here burns my candle out; ay, here it dies,<br/>
+Which whiles it lasted gave King Henry light.<br/>
+O Lancaster, I fear thy overthrow<br/>
+More than my body’s parting with my soul!<br/>
+My love and fear glued many friends to thee;<br/>
+And, now I fall, thy tough commixtures melts,<br/>
+Impairing Henry, strengthening misproud York.<br/>
+The common people swarm like summer flies;<br/>
+And whither fly the gnats but to the sun?<br/>
+And who shines now but Henry’s enemies?<br/>
+O Phoebus, hadst thou never given consent<br/>
+That Phaëthon should check thy fiery steeds,<br/>
+Thy burning car never had scorched the earth!<br/>
+And, Henry, hadst thou swayed as kings should do,<br/>
+Or as thy father and his father did,<br/>
+Giving no ground unto the house of York,<br/>
+They never then had sprung like summer flies;<br/>
+I, and ten thousand in this luckless realm<br/>
+Had left no mourning widows for our death,<br/>
+And thou this day hadst kept thy chair in peace.<br/>
+For what doth cherish weeds but gentle air?<br/>
+And what makes robbers bold but too much lenity?<br/>
+Bootless are plaints, and cureless are my wounds;<br/>
+No way to fly, nor strength to hold out flight.<br/>
+The foe is merciless and will not pity,<br/>
+For at their hands I have deserved no pity.<br/>
+The air hath got into my deadly wounds,<br/>
+And much effuse of blood doth make me faint.<br/>
+Come, York and Richard, Warwick, and the rest;<br/>
+I stabbed your fathers’ bosoms, split my breast.
+</p>
+
+<p class="right">[<i>He faints.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class="scenedesc">Alarum and retreat. Enter <span class="charname">Edward,
+George, Richard, Montague, Warwick</span> and Soldiers.</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+EDWARD.<br/>
+Now breathe we, lords. Good fortune bids us pause<br/>
+And smooth the frowns of war with peaceful looks.<br/>
+Some troops pursue the bloody-minded Queen<br/>
+That led calm Henry, though he were a king,<br/>
+As doth a sail, filled with a fretting gust,<br/>
+Command an argosy to stem the waves.<br/>
+But think you, lords, that Clifford fled with them?
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+WARWICK.<br/>
+No, ’tis impossible he should escape;<br/>
+For, though before his face I speak the words,<br/>
+Your brother Richard marked him for the grave,<br/>
+And whereso’er he is, he’s surely dead.
+</p>
+
+<p class="right">[<i><span class="charname">Clifford</span> groans and dies.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+RICHARD.<br/>
+Whose soul is that which takes her heavy leave?<br/>
+A deadly groan, like life and death’s departing.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+EDWARD.<br/>
+See who it is; and, now the battle’s ended,<br/>
+If friend or foe, let him be gently used.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+RICHARD.<br/>
+Revoke that doom of mercy, for ’tis Clifford,<br/>
+Who, not contented that he lopped the branch<br/>
+In hewing Rutland when his leaves put forth,<br/>
+But set his murdering knife unto the root<br/>
+From whence that tender spray did sweetly spring,<br/>
+I mean our princely father, Duke of York.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+WARWICK.<br/>
+From off the gates of York fetch down the head,<br/>
+Your father’s head, which Clifford placed there;<br/>
+Instead whereof let this supply the room.<br/>
+Measure for measure must be answered.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+EDWARD.<br/>
+Bring forth that fatal screech-owl to our house,<br/>
+That nothing sung but death to us and ours;<br/>
+Now death shall stop his dismal threatening sound,<br/>
+And his ill-boding tongue no more shall speak.
+</p>
+
+<p class="right">[<i>Soldiers bring the body forward.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+WARWICK.<br/>
+I think his understanding is bereft.<br/>
+Speak, Clifford, dost thou know who speaks to thee?<br/>
+Dark cloudy death o’ershades his beams of life,<br/>
+And he nor sees nor hears us, what we say.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+RICHARD.<br/>
+O, would he did, and so, perhaps, he doth!<br/>
+’Tis but his policy to counterfeit,<br/>
+Because he would avoid such bitter taunts<br/>
+Which in the time of death he gave our father.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+GEORGE.<br/>
+If so thou think’st, vex him with eager words.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+RICHARD.<br/>
+Clifford, ask mercy, and obtain no grace.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+EDWARD.<br/>
+Clifford, repent in bootless penitence.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+WARWICK.<br/>
+Clifford, devise excuses for thy faults.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+GEORGE.<br/>
+While we devise fell tortures for thy faults.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+RICHARD.<br/>
+Thou didst love York, and I am son to York.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+EDWARD.<br/>
+Thou pitied’st Rutland, I will pity thee.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+GEORGE.<br/>
+Where’s Captain Margaret to fence you now?
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+WARWICK.<br/>
+They mock thee, Clifford; swear as thou wast wont.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+RICHARD.<br/>
+What, not an oath? Nay then, the world goes hard<br/>
+When Clifford cannot spare his friends an oath.<br/>
+I know by that he’s dead; and, by my soul,<br/>
+If this right hand would buy but two hours’ life,<br/>
+That I in all despite might rail at him,<br/>
+This hand should chop it off, and with the issuing blood<br/>
+Stifle the villain whose unstaunched thirst<br/>
+York and young Rutland could not satisfy.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+WARWICK.<br/>
+Ay, but he’s dead. Off with the traitor’s head,<br/>
+And rear it in the place your father’s stands.<br/>
+And now to London with triumphant march,<br/>
+There to be crowned England’s royal king;<br/>
+From whence shall Warwick cut the sea to France,<br/>
+And ask the Lady Bona for thy queen.<br/>
+So shalt thou sinew both these lands together,<br/>
+And, having France thy friend, thou shalt not dread<br/>
+The scattered foe that hopes to rise again;<br/>
+For though they cannot greatly sting to hurt,<br/>
+Yet look to have them buzz to offend thine ears.<br/>
+First will I see the coronation,<br/>
+And then to Brittany I’ll cross the sea<br/>
+To effect this marriage, so it please my lord.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+EDWARD.<br/>
+Even as thou wilt, sweet Warwick, let it be;<br/>
+For in thy shoulder do I build my seat,<br/>
+And never will I undertake the thing<br/>
+Wherein thy counsel and consent is wanting.<br/>
+Richard, I will create thee Duke of Gloucester;<br/>
+And George, of Clarence. Warwick, as ourself,<br/>
+Shall do and undo as him pleaseth best.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+RICHARD.<br/>
+Let me be Duke of Clarence, George of Gloucester,<br/>
+For Gloucester’s dukedom is too ominous.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+WARWICK.<br/>
+Tut, that’s a foolish observation.<br/>
+Richard, be Duke of Gloucester. Now to London,<br/>
+To see these honours in possession.
+</p>
+
+<p class="right">[<i>Exeunt.</i>]</p>
+
+</div><!--end chapter-->
+
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<h2><a name="sceneIII_14.1"></a>ACT III</h2>
+
+<h3><b>SCENE I. A Forest in the North of England</b></h3>
+
+<p class="scenedesc">Enter two <span class="charname">Keepers</span> with
+crossbows in their hands.</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+1 KEEPER.<br/>
+Under this thick-grown brake we’ll shroud ourselves,<br/>
+For through this laund anon the deer will come;<br/>
+And in this covert will we make our stand,<br/>
+Culling the principal of all the deer.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+2 KEEPER.<br/>
+I’ll stay above the hill, so both may shoot.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+1 KEEPER.<br/>
+That cannot be; the noise of thy crossbow<br/>
+Will scare the herd, and so my shoot is lost.<br/>
+Here stand we both, and aim we at the best;<br/>
+And, for the time shall not seem tedious,<br/>
+I’ll tell thee what befell me on a day<br/>
+In this self place where now we mean to stand.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+2 KEEPER.<br/>
+Here comes a man; let’s stay till he be past.
+</p>
+
+<p class="scenedesc">Enter <span class="charname">King Henry</span>, disguised,
+with a prayer-book.</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+KING HENRY.<br/>
+From Scotland am I stolen, even of pure love,<br/>
+To greet mine own land with my wishful sight.<br/>
+No, Harry, Harry, ’tis no land of thine;<br/>
+Thy place is filled, thy sceptre wrung from thee,<br/>
+Thy balm washed off wherewith thou wast anointed.<br/>
+No bending knee will call thee Caesar now,<br/>
+No humble suitors press to speak for right,<br/>
+No, not a man comes for redress of thee;<br/>
+For how can I help them and not myself?
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+1 KEEPER.<br/>
+Ay, here’s a deer whose skin’s a keeper’s fee.<br/>
+This is the quondam king; let’s seize upon him.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+KING HENRY.<br/>
+Let me embrace thee, sour adversity,<br/>
+For wise men say it is the wisest course.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+2 KEEPER.<br/>
+Why linger we? Let us lay hands upon him.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+1 KEEPER.<br/>
+Forbear awhile; we’ll hear a little more.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+KING HENRY.<br/>
+My queen and son are gone to France for aid;<br/>
+And, as I hear, the great commanding Warwick<br/>
+Is thither gone to crave the French King’s sister<br/>
+To wife for Edward. If this news be true,<br/>
+Poor queen and son, your labour is but lost,<br/>
+For Warwick is a subtle orator,<br/>
+And Lewis a prince soon won with moving words.<br/>
+By this account, then, Margaret may win him,<br/>
+For she’s a woman to be pitied much.<br/>
+Her sighs will make a batt’ry in his breast,<br/>
+Her tears will pierce into a marble heart;<br/>
+The tiger will be mild whiles she doth mourn,<br/>
+And Nero will be tainted with remorse<br/>
+To hear and see her plaints, her brinish tears.<br/>
+Ay, but she’s come to beg, Warwick to give;<br/>
+She on his left side craving aid for Henry;<br/>
+He on his right asking a wife for Edward.<br/>
+She weeps and says her Henry is deposed;<br/>
+He smiles and says his Edward is installed;<br/>
+That she, poor wretch, for grief can speak no more;<br/>
+Whiles Warwick tells his title, smooths the wrong,<br/>
+Inferreth arguments of mighty strength,<br/>
+And in conclusion wins the King from her<br/>
+With promise of his sister, and what else,<br/>
+To strengthen and support King Edward’s place.<br/>
+O Margaret, thus ’twill be; and thou, poor soul,<br/>
+Art then forsaken, as thou went’st forlorn.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+2 KEEPER.<br/>
+Say, what art thou, that talk’st of kings and queens?
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+KING HENRY.<br/>
+More than I seem, and less than I was born to:<br/>
+A man at least, for less I should not be;<br/>
+And men may talk of kings, and why not I?
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+2 KEEPER.<br/>
+Ay, but thou talk’st as if thou wert a king.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+KING HENRY.<br/>
+Why, so I am, in mind; and that’s enough.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+2 KEEPER.<br/>
+But, if thou be a king, where is thy crown?
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+KING HENRY.<br/>
+My crown is in my heart, not on my head;<br/>
+Not decked with diamonds and Indian stones,<br/>
+Not to be seen. My crown is called content;<br/>
+A crown it is that seldom kings enjoy.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+2 KEEPER.<br/>
+Well, if you be a king crowned with content,<br/>
+Your crown content and you must be contented<br/>
+To go along with us; for, as we think,<br/>
+You are the king King Edward hath deposed;<br/>
+And we his subjects, sworn in all allegiance,<br/>
+Will apprehend you as his enemy.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+KING HENRY.<br/>
+But did you never swear, and break an oath?
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+2 KEEPER.<br/>
+No, never such an oath; nor will not now.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+KING HENRY.<br/>
+Where did you dwell when I was King of England?
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+2 KEEPER.<br/>
+Here in this country, where we now remain.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+KING HENRY.<br/>
+I was anointed king at nine months old;<br/>
+My father and my grandfather were kings,<br/>
+And you were sworn true subjects unto me.<br/>
+And tell me, then, have you not broke your oaths?
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+1 KEEPER.<br/>
+No, for we were subjects but while you were king.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+KING HENRY.<br/>
+Why, am I dead? Do I not breathe a man?<br/>
+Ah, simple men, you know not what you swear.<br/>
+Look, as I blow this feather from my face,<br/>
+And as the air blows it to me again,<br/>
+Obeying with my wind when I do blow,<br/>
+And yielding to another when it blows,<br/>
+Commanded always by the greater gust,<br/>
+Such is the lightness of you common men.<br/>
+But do not break your oaths; for of that sin<br/>
+My mild entreaty shall not make you guilty.<br/>
+Go where you will, the King shall be commanded;<br/>
+And be you kings; command, and I’ll obey.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+1 KEEPER.<br/>
+We are true subjects to the King, King Edward.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+KING HENRY.<br/>
+So would you be again to Henry<br/>
+If he were seated as King Edward is.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+1 KEEPER.<br/>
+We charge you, in God’s name and the King’s<br/>
+To go with us unto the officers.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+KING HENRY.<br/>
+In God’s name, lead; your king’s name be obeyed,<br/>
+And what God will, that let your king perform;<br/>
+And what he will, I humbly yield unto.
+</p>
+
+<p class="right">[<i>Exeunt.</i>]</p>
+
+<h3><a name="sceneIII_14.2"></a><b>SCENE II. The Palace</b></h3>
+
+<p class="scenedesc">Enter <span class="charname">King Edward, Richard (Duke of
+Gloucester), George (Duke of Clarence)</span> and
+<span class="charname">Lady Grey</span>.</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+KING EDWARD.<br/>
+Brother of Gloucester, at Saint Albans field<br/>
+This lady’s husband, Sir John Grey, was slain,<br/>
+His land then seized on by the conqueror.<br/>
+Her suit is now to repossess those lands,<br/>
+Which we in justice cannot well deny,<br/>
+Because in quarrel of the house of York<br/>
+The worthy gentleman did lose his life.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+RICHARD.<br/>
+Your Highness shall do well to grant her suit;<br/>
+It were dishonour to deny it her.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+KING EDWARD.<br/>
+It were no less; but yet I’ll make a pause.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+RICHARD.<br/>
+[<i>Aside to George</i>.] Yea, is it so?<br/>
+I see the lady hath a thing to grant<br/>
+Before the King will grant her humble suit.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+GEORGE.<br/>
+[<i>Aside to Richard</i>.] He knows the game; how true he keeps the wind!
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+RICHARD.<br/>
+[<i>Aside to George</i>.] Silence!
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+KING EDWARD.<br/>
+Widow, we will consider of your suit,<br/>
+And come some other time to know our mind.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+LADY GREY.<br/>
+Right gracious lord, I cannot brook delay.<br/>
+May it please your Highness to resolve me now,<br/>
+And what your pleasure is shall satisfy me.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+RICHARD.<br/>
+[<i>Aside to George</i>.] Ay, widow? Then I’ll warrant you all your lands,<br/>
+An if what pleases him shall pleasure you.<br/>
+Fight closer, or, good faith, you’ll catch a blow.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+GEORGE.<br/>
+[<i>Aside to Richard</i>.] I fear her not, unless she chance to fall.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+RICHARD.<br/>
+[<i>Aside to George</i>.] God forbid that, for he’ll take vantages.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+KING EDWARD.<br/>
+How many children hast thou, widow? Tell me.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+GEORGE.<br/>
+[<i>Aside to Richard</i>.] I think he means to beg a child of her.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+RICHARD.<br/>
+[<i>Aside to George</i>.] Nay, whip me then; he’ll rather give her two.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+LADY GREY.<br/>
+Three, my most gracious lord.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+RICHARD.<br/>
+[<i>Aside to George</i>.] You shall have four if you’ll be ruled by him.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+KING EDWARD.<br/>
+’Twere pity they should lose their father’s lands.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+LADY GREY.<br/>
+Be pitiful, dread lord, and grant it then.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+KING EDWARD.<br/>
+Lords, give us leave; I’ll try this widow’s wit.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+RICHARD.<br/>
+[<i>Aside to George</i>.] Ay, good leave have you; for you will have leave<br/>
+Till youth take leave and leave you to the crutch.
+</p>
+
+<p class="right">[<i><span class="charname">Richard</span> and
+<span class="charname">George</span> stand aside.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+KING EDWARD.<br/>
+Now tell me, madam, do you love your children?
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+LADY GREY.<br/>
+Ay, full as dearly as I love myself.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+KING EDWARD.<br/>
+And would you not do much to do them good?
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+LADY GREY.<br/>
+To do them good I would sustain some harm.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+KING EDWARD.<br/>
+Then get your husband’s lands to do them good.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+LADY GREY.<br/>
+Therefore I came unto your majesty.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+KING EDWARD.<br/>
+I’ll tell you how these lands are to be got.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+LADY GREY.<br/>
+So shall you bind me to your Highness’ service.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+KING EDWARD.<br/>
+What service wilt thou do me if I give them?
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+LADY GREY.<br/>
+What you command that rests in me to do.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+KING EDWARD.<br/>
+But you will take exceptions to my boon.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+LADY GREY.<br/>
+No, gracious lord, except I cannot do it.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+KING EDWARD.<br/>
+Ay, but thou canst do what I mean to ask.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+LADY GREY.<br/>
+Why, then, I will do what your Grace commands.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+RICHARD.<br/>
+[<i>Aside to George</i>.] He plies her hard; and much rain wears the marble.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+GEORGE.<br/>
+[<i>Aside to Richard</i>.] As red as fire! Nay, then her wax must melt.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+LADY GREY.<br/>
+Why stops my lord? Shall I not hear my task?
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+KING EDWARD.<br/>
+An easy task; ’tis but to love a king.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+LADY GREY.<br/>
+That’s soon performed, because I am a subject.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+KING EDWARD.<br/>
+Why, then, thy husband’s lands I freely give thee.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+LADY GREY.<br/>
+I take my leave with many thousand thanks.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+RICHARD.<br/>
+[<i>Aside to George</i>.] The match is made; she seals it with a curtsy.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+KING EDWARD.<br/>
+But stay thee; ’tis the fruits of love I mean.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+LADY GREY.<br/>
+The fruits of love I mean, my loving liege.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+KING EDWARD.<br/>
+Ay, but, I fear me, in another sense.<br/>
+What love, thinkst thou, I sue so much to get?
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+LADY GREY.<br/>
+My love till death, my humble thanks, my prayers;<br/>
+That love which virtue begs, and virtue grants.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+KING EDWARD.<br/>
+No, by my troth, I did not mean such love.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+LADY GREY.<br/>
+Why, then, you mean not as I thought you did.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+KING EDWARD.<br/>
+But now you partly may perceive my mind.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+LADY GREY.<br/>
+My mind will never grant what I perceive<br/>
+Your Highness aims at, if I aim aright.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+KING EDWARD.<br/>
+To tell thee plain, I aim to lie with thee.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+LADY GREY.<br/>
+To tell you plain, I had rather lie in prison.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+KING EDWARD.<br/>
+Why, then thou shalt not have thy husband’s lands.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+LADY GREY.<br/>
+Why, then mine honesty shall be my dower,<br/>
+For by that loss I will not purchase them.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+KING EDWARD.<br/>
+Therein thou wrong’st thy children mightily.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+LADY GREY.<br/>
+Herein your Highness wrongs both them and me.<br/>
+But, mighty lord, this merry inclination<br/>
+Accords not with the sadness of my suit.<br/>
+Please you dismiss me either with ay or no.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+KING EDWARD.<br/>
+Ay, if thou wilt say ay to my request;<br/>
+No, if thou dost say no to my demand.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+LADY GREY.<br/>
+Then no, my lord. My suit is at an end.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+RICHARD.<br/>
+[<i>Aside to George</i>.] The widow likes him not, she knits her brows.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+GEORGE.<br/>
+[<i>Aside to Richard</i>.] He is the bluntest wooer in Christendom.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+KING EDWARD.<br/>
+[<i>Aside</i>.] Her looks doth argue her replete with modesty;<br/>
+Her words doth show her wit incomparable;<br/>
+All her perfections challenge sovereignty.<br/>
+One way or other, she is for a king,<br/>
+And she shall be my love, or else my queen.—<br/>
+Say that King Edward take thee for his queen?
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+LADY GREY.<br/>
+’Tis better said than done, my gracious lord.<br/>
+I am a subject fit to jest withal,<br/>
+But far unfit to be a sovereign.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+KING EDWARD.<br/>
+Sweet widow, by my state I swear to thee,<br/>
+I speak no more than what my soul intends;<br/>
+And that is to enjoy thee for my love.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+LADY GREY.<br/>
+And that is more than I will yield unto.<br/>
+I know I am too mean to be your queen,<br/>
+And yet too good to be your concubine.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+KING EDWARD.<br/>
+You cavil, widow; I did mean my queen.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+LADY GREY.<br/>
+’Twill grieve your Grace my sons should call you father.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+KING EDWARD.<br/>
+No more than when my daughters call thee mother.<br/>
+Thou art a widow, and thou hast some children;<br/>
+And, by God’s mother, I, being but a bachelor,<br/>
+Have other some. Why, ’tis a happy thing<br/>
+To be the father unto many sons.<br/>
+Answer no more, for thou shalt be my queen.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+RICHARD.<br/>
+[<i>Aside to George</i>.] The ghostly father now hath done his shrift.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+GEORGE.<br/>
+[<i>Aside to Richard</i>.] When he was made a shriver, ’twas for shift.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+KING EDWARD.<br/>
+Brothers, you muse what chat we two have had.
+</p>
+
+<p class="scenedesc"><span class="charname">Richard</span> and
+<span class="charname">George</span> come forward.</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+RICHARD.<br/>
+The widow likes it not, for she looks very sad.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+KING EDWARD.<br/>
+You’d think it strange if I should marry her.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+GEORGE.<br/>
+To whom, my lord?
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+KING EDWARD.<br/>
+Why, Clarence, to myself.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+RICHARD.<br/>
+That would be ten days’ wonder at the least.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+GEORGE.<br/>
+That’s a day longer than a wonder lasts.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+RICHARD.<br/>
+By so much is the wonder in extremes.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+KING EDWARD.<br/>
+Well, jest on, brothers. I can tell you both<br/>
+Her suit is granted for her husband’s lands.
+</p>
+
+<p class="scenedesc">Enter a <span class="charname">Nobleman</span>.</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+NOBLEMAN.<br/>
+My gracious lord, Henry your foe is taken,<br/>
+And brought your prisoner to your palace gate.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+KING EDWARD.<br/>
+See that he be conveyed unto the Tower.<br/>
+And go we, brothers, to the man that took him,<br/>
+To question of his apprehension.<br/>
+Widow, go you along. Lords, use her honourably.
+</p>
+
+<p class="right">[<i>Exeunt all but <span class="charname">Richard</span>.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+RICHARD.<br/>
+Ay, Edward will use women honourably.<br/>
+Would he were wasted, marrow, bones, and all,<br/>
+That from his loins no hopeful branch may spring,<br/>
+To cross me from the golden time I look for!<br/>
+And yet, between my soul’s desire and me—<br/>
+The lustful Edward’s title buried—<br/>
+Is Clarence, Henry, and his son young Edward,<br/>
+And all the unlooked-for issue of their bodies,<br/>
+To take their rooms ere I can place myself.<br/>
+A cold premeditation for my purpose!<br/>
+Why then I do but dream on sovereignty;<br/>
+Like one that stands upon a promontory<br/>
+And spies a far-off shore where he would tread,<br/>
+Wishing his foot were equal with his eye,<br/>
+And chides the sea that sunders him from thence,<br/>
+Saying he’ll lade it dry to have his way.<br/>
+So do I wish the crown, being so far off,<br/>
+And so I chide the means that keeps me from it;<br/>
+And so I say I’ll cut the causes off,<br/>
+Flattering me with impossibilities.<br/>
+My eye’s too quick, my heart o’erweens too much,<br/>
+Unless my hand and strength could equal them.<br/>
+Well, say there is no kingdom then for Richard,<br/>
+What other pleasure can the world afford?<br/>
+I’ll make my heaven in a lady’s lap,<br/>
+And deck my body in gay ornaments,<br/>
+And ’witch sweet ladies with my words and looks.<br/>
+O miserable thought, and more unlikely<br/>
+Than to accomplish twenty golden crowns.<br/>
+Why, Love forswore me in my mother’s womb,<br/>
+And, for I should not deal in her soft laws,<br/>
+She did corrupt frail Nature with some bribe<br/>
+To shrink mine arm up like a withered shrub;<br/>
+To make an envious mountain on my back,<br/>
+Where sits Deformity to mock my body;<br/>
+To shape my legs of an unequal size;<br/>
+To disproportion me in every part,<br/>
+Like to a chaos, or an unlicked bear-whelp<br/>
+That carries no impression like the dam.<br/>
+And am I then a man to be beloved?<br/>
+O monstrous fault to harbour such a thought!<br/>
+Then, since this earth affords no joy to me<br/>
+But to command, to check, to o’erbear such<br/>
+As are of better person than myself,<br/>
+I’ll make my heaven to dream upon the crown,<br/>
+And, whiles I live, t’ account this world but hell<br/>
+Until my misshaped trunk that bear this head<br/>
+Be round impaled with a glorious crown.<br/>
+And yet I know not how to get the crown,<br/>
+For many lives stand between me and home;<br/>
+And I, like one lost in a thorny wood,<br/>
+That rents the thorns, and is rent with the thorns,<br/>
+Seeking a way, and straying from the way,<br/>
+Not knowing how to find the open air,<br/>
+But toiling desperately to find it out,<br/>
+Torment myself to catch the English crown.<br/>
+And from that torment I will free myself,<br/>
+Or hew my way out with a bloody axe.<br/>
+Why, I can smile, and murder while I smile,<br/>
+And cry “Content!” to that which grieves my heart,<br/>
+And wet my cheeks with artificial tears,<br/>
+And frame my face to all occasions.<br/>
+I’ll drown more sailors than the mermaid shall,<br/>
+I’ll slay more gazers than the basilisk;<br/>
+I’ll play the orator as well as Nestor,<br/>
+Deceive more slyly than Ulysses could,<br/>
+And, like a Sinon, take another Troy.<br/>
+I can add colours to the chameleon,<br/>
+Change shapes with Proteus for advantages,<br/>
+And set the murderous Machiavel to school.<br/>
+Can I do this, and cannot get a crown?<br/>
+Tut, were it farther off, I’ll pluck it down.
+</p>
+
+<p class="right">[<i>Exit.</i>]</p>
+
+<h3><a name="sceneIII_14.3"></a><b>SCENE III. France. The King’s Palace</b></h3>
+
+<p class="scenedesc">Flourish. Enter <span class="charname">Lewis</span>, the
+French King, his sister the <span class="charname">Lady Bona</span>, his
+Admiral called <span class="charname">Bourbon, Prince Edward, Queen
+Margaret</span>, and the <span class="charname">Earl of Oxford</span>. <span
+class="charname">Lewis</span> sits, and riseth up again.</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+KING LEWIS.<br/>
+Fair Queen of England, worthy Margaret,<br/>
+Sit down with us. It ill befits thy state<br/>
+And birth that thou shouldst stand while Lewis doth sit.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+QUEEN MARGARET.<br/>
+No, mighty King of France. Now Margaret<br/>
+Must strike her sail and learn awhile to serve<br/>
+Where kings command. I was, I must confess,<br/>
+Great Albion’s queen in former golden days;<br/>
+But now mischance hath trod my title down<br/>
+And with dishonour laid me on the ground,<br/>
+Where I must take like seat unto my fortune<br/>
+And to my humble seat conform myself.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+KING LEWIS.<br/>
+Why, say, fair queen, whence springs this deep despair?
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+QUEEN MARGARET.<br/>
+From such a cause as fills mine eyes with tears<br/>
+And stops my tongue, while heart is drowned in cares.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+KING LEWIS.<br/>
+Whate’er it be, be thou still like thyself,<br/>
+And sit thee by our side. Yield not thy neck
+</p>
+
+<p class="right">[<i>Seats her by him.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+To Fortune’s yoke, but let thy dauntless mind<br/>
+Still ride in triumph over all mischance.<br/>
+Be plain, Queen Margaret, and tell thy grief;<br/>
+It shall be eased if France can yield relief.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+QUEEN MARGARET.<br/>
+Those gracious words revive my drooping thoughts<br/>
+And give my tongue-tied sorrows leave to speak.<br/>
+Now, therefore, be it known to noble Lewis<br/>
+That Henry, sole possessor of my love,<br/>
+Is, of a king, become a banished man<br/>
+And forced to live in Scotland a forlorn;<br/>
+While proud ambitious Edward, Duke of York,<br/>
+Usurps the regal title and the seat<br/>
+Of England’s true-anointed lawful king.<br/>
+This is the cause that I, poor Margaret,<br/>
+With this my son, Prince Edward, Henry’s heir,<br/>
+Am come to crave thy just and lawful aid;<br/>
+And if thou fail us, all our hope is done.<br/>
+Scotland hath will to help, but cannot help;<br/>
+Our people and our peers are both misled,<br/>
+Our treasure seized, our soldiers put to flight,<br/>
+And, as thou seest, ourselves in heavy plight.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+KING LEWIS.<br/>
+Renowned queen, with patience calm the storm<br/>
+While we bethink a means to break it off.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+QUEEN MARGARET.<br/>
+The more we stay, the stronger grows our foe.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+KING LEWIS.<br/>
+The more I stay, the more I’ll succour thee.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+QUEEN MARGARET.<br/>
+O, but impatience waiteth on true sorrow.<br/>
+And see where comes the breeder of my sorrow.
+</p>
+
+<p class="scenedesc">Enter <span class="charname">Warwick</span>.</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+KING LEWIS.<br/>
+What’s he approacheth boldly to our presence?
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+QUEEN MARGARET.<br/>
+Our Earl of Warwick, Edward’s greatest friend.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+KING LEWIS.<br/>
+Welcome, brave Warwick. What brings thee to France?
+</p>
+
+<p class="right">[<i>He descends. <span class="charname">Queen Margaret</span>
+rises.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+QUEEN MARGARET.<br/>
+Ay, now begins a second storm to rise,<br/>
+For this is he that moves both wind and tide.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+WARWICK.<br/>
+From worthy Edward, king of Albion,<br/>
+My lord and sovereign, and thy vowed friend,<br/>
+I come, in kindness and unfeigned love,<br/>
+First, to do greetings to thy royal person,<br/>
+And then to crave a league of amity,<br/>
+And lastly, to confirm that amity<br/>
+With nuptial knot, if thou vouchsafe to grant<br/>
+That virtuous Lady Bona, thy fair sister,<br/>
+To England’s king in lawful marriage.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+QUEEN MARGARET.<br/>
+[<i>Aside</i>.] If that go forward, Henry’s hope is done.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+WARWICK.<br/>
+[<i>To Bona</i>.] And, gracious madam, in our king’s behalf,<br/>
+I am commanded, with your leave and favour,<br/>
+Humbly to kiss your hand, and with my tongue<br/>
+To tell the passion of my sovereign’s heart,<br/>
+Where fame, late entering at his heedful ears,<br/>
+Hath placed thy beauty’s image and thy virtue.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+QUEEN MARGARET.<br/>
+King Lewis and Lady Bona, hear me speak<br/>
+Before you answer Warwick. His demand<br/>
+Springs not from Edward’s well-meant honest love,<br/>
+But from deceit, bred by necessity;<br/>
+For how can tyrants safely govern home<br/>
+Unless abroad they purchase great alliance?<br/>
+To prove him tyrant this reason may suffice,<br/>
+That Henry liveth still; but were he dead,<br/>
+Yet here Prince Edward stands, King Henry’s son.<br/>
+Look therefore, Lewis, that by this league and marriage<br/>
+Thou draw not on thy danger and dishonour;<br/>
+For though usurpers sway the rule awhile,<br/>
+Yet heavens are just, and time suppresseth wrongs.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+WARWICK.<br/>
+Injurious Margaret!
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+PRINCE EDWARD.<br/>
+And why not Queen?
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+WARWICK.<br/>
+Because thy father Henry did usurp,<br/>
+And thou no more art prince than she is queen.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+OXFORD.<br/>
+Then Warwick disannuls great John of Gaunt,<br/>
+Which did subdue the greatest part of Spain;<br/>
+And after John of Gaunt, Henry the Fourth,<br/>
+Whose wisdom was a mirror to the wisest;<br/>
+And after that wise prince, Henry the Fifth,<br/>
+Who by his prowess conquered all France.<br/>
+From these our Henry lineally descends.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+WARWICK.<br/>
+Oxford, how haps it in this smooth discourse<br/>
+You told not how Henry the Sixth hath lost<br/>
+All that which Henry the Fifth had gotten?<br/>
+Methinks these peers of France should smile at that.<br/>
+But for the rest: you tell a pedigree<br/>
+Of threescore and two years, a silly time<br/>
+To make prescription for a kingdom’s worth.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+OXFORD.<br/>
+Why, Warwick, canst thou speak against thy liege,<br/>
+Whom thou obeyed’st thirty and six years,<br/>
+And not bewray thy treason with a blush?
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+WARWICK.<br/>
+Can Oxford, that did ever fence the right,<br/>
+Now buckler falsehood with a pedigree?<br/>
+For shame! Leave Henry, and call Edward king.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+OXFORD.<br/>
+Call him my king by whose injurious doom<br/>
+My elder brother, the Lord Aubrey Vere,<br/>
+Was done to death? And more than so, my father,<br/>
+Even in the downfall of his mellowed years,<br/>
+When nature brought him to the door of death?<br/>
+No, Warwick, no; while life upholds this arm,<br/>
+This arm upholds the house of Lancaster.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+WARWICK.<br/>
+And I the house of York.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+KING LEWIS.<br/>
+Queen Margaret, Prince Edward, and Oxford,<br/>
+Vouchsafe at our request to stand aside<br/>
+While I use further conference with Warwick.
+</p>
+
+<p class="right">[<i>They stand aloof.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+QUEEN MARGARET.<br/>
+Heavens grant that Warwick’s words bewitch him not!
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+KING LEWIS.<br/>
+Now, Warwick, tell me, even upon thy conscience,<br/>
+Is Edward your true king? For I were loath<br/>
+To link with him that were not lawful chosen.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+WARWICK.<br/>
+Thereon I pawn my credit and mine honour.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+KING LEWIS.<br/>
+But is he gracious in the people’s eye?
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+WARWICK.<br/>
+The more that Henry was unfortunate.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+KING LEWIS.<br/>
+Then further, all dissembling set aside,<br/>
+Tell me for truth the measure of his love<br/>
+Unto our sister Bona.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+WARWICK.<br/>
+Such it seems<br/>
+As may beseem a monarch like himself.<br/>
+Myself have often heard him say and swear<br/>
+That this his love was an eternal plant,<br/>
+Whereof the root was fixed in virtue’s ground,<br/>
+The leaves and fruit maintained with beauty’s sun,<br/>
+Exempt from envy, but not from disdain,<br/>
+Unless the Lady Bona quit his pain.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+KING LEWIS.<br/>
+Now, sister, let us hear your firm resolve.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+BONA.<br/>
+Your grant or your denial shall be mine.<br/>
+[<i>To Warwick</i>] Yet I confess that often ere this day,<br/>
+When I have heard your king’s desert recounted,<br/>
+Mine ear hath tempted judgment to desire.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+KING LEWIS.<br/>
+Then, Warwick, thus: our sister shall be Edward’s.<br/>
+And now forthwith shall articles be drawn<br/>
+Touching the jointure that your king must make,<br/>
+Which with her dowry shall be counterpoised.<br/>
+Draw near, Queen Margaret, and be a witness<br/>
+That Bona shall be wife to the English king.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+PRINCE EDWARD.<br/>
+To Edward, but not to the English king.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+QUEEN MARGARET.<br/>
+Deceitful Warwick, it was thy device<br/>
+By this alliance to make void my suit.<br/>
+Before thy coming Lewis was Henry’s friend.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+KING LEWIS.<br/>
+And still is friend to him and Margaret.<br/>
+But if your title to the crown be weak,<br/>
+As may appear by Edward’s good success,<br/>
+Then ’tis but reason that I be released<br/>
+From giving aid which late I promised.<br/>
+Yet shall you have all kindness at my hand<br/>
+That your estate requires and mine can yield.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+WARWICK.<br/>
+Henry now lives in Scotland, at his ease,<br/>
+Where, having nothing, nothing can he lose.<br/>
+And as for you yourself, our quondam queen,<br/>
+You have a father able to maintain you,<br/>
+And better ’twere you troubled him than France.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+QUEEN MARGARET.<br/>
+Peace, impudent and shameless Warwick,<br/>
+Proud setter up and puller down of kings!<br/>
+I will not hence till with my talk and tears,<br/>
+Both full of truth, I make King Lewis behold<br/>
+Thy sly conveyance and thy lord’s false love;<br/>
+For both of you are birds of selfsame feather.
+</p>
+
+<p class="right">[<i><span class="charname">Post</span> blowing a horn within.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+KING LEWIS.<br/>
+Warwick, this is some post to us or thee.
+</p>
+
+<p class="scenedesc">Enter the <span class="charname">Post</span>.</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+POST.<br/>
+My lord ambassador, these letters are for you.<br/>
+Sent from your brother, Marquess Montague.<br/>
+These from our king unto your Majesty.<br/>
+And, madam, these for you, from whom I know not.
+</p>
+
+<p class="right">[<i>They all read their letters.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+OXFORD.<br/>
+I like it well that our fair Queen and mistress<br/>
+Smiles at her news while Warwick frowns at his.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+PRINCE EDWARD.<br/>
+Nay, mark how Lewis stamps as he were nettled.<br/>
+I hope all’s for the best.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+KING LEWIS.<br/>
+Warwick, what are thy news? And yours, fair Queen?
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+QUEEN MARGARET.<br/>
+Mine, such as fill my heart with unhoped joys.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+WARWICK.<br/>
+Mine, full of sorrow and heart’s discontent.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+KING LEWIS.<br/>
+What, has your king married the Lady Grey,<br/>
+And now, to soothe your forgery and his,<br/>
+Sends me a paper to persuade me patience?<br/>
+Is this th’ alliance that he seeks with France?<br/>
+Dare he presume to scorn us in this manner?
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+QUEEN MARGARET.<br/>
+I told your majesty as much before;<br/>
+This proveth Edward’s love and Warwick’s honesty.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+WARWICK.<br/>
+King Lewis, I here protest in sight of heaven,<br/>
+And by the hope I have of heavenly bliss,<br/>
+That I am clear from this misdeed of Edward’s—<br/>
+No more my king, for he dishonours me,<br/>
+But most himself, if he could see his shame.<br/>
+Did I forget that by the house of York<br/>
+My father came untimely to his death?<br/>
+Did I let pass th’ abuse done to my niece?<br/>
+Did I impale him with the regal crown?<br/>
+Did I put Henry from his native right?<br/>
+And am I guerdoned at the last with shame?<br/>
+Shame on himself, for my desert is honour;<br/>
+And to repair my honour lost for him,<br/>
+I here renounce him and return to Henry.<br/>
+My noble Queen, let former grudges pass,<br/>
+And henceforth I am thy true servitor.<br/>
+I will revenge his wrong to Lady Bona,<br/>
+And replant Henry in his former state.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+QUEEN MARGARET.<br/>
+Warwick, these words have turned my hate to love;<br/>
+And I forgive and quite forget old faults,<br/>
+And joy that thou becom’st King Henry’s friend.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+WARWICK.<br/>
+So much his friend, ay, his unfeigned friend,<br/>
+That if King Lewis vouchsafe to furnish us<br/>
+With some few bands of chosen soldiers,<br/>
+I’ll undertake to land them on our coast<br/>
+And force the tyrant from his seat by war.<br/>
+’Tis not his new-made bride shall succour him;<br/>
+And as for Clarence, as my letters tell me,<br/>
+He’s very likely now to fall from him<br/>
+For matching more for wanton lust than honour,<br/>
+Or than for strength and safety of our country.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+BONA.<br/>
+Dear brother, how shall Bona be revenged<br/>
+But by thy help to this distressed queen?
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+QUEEN MARGARET.<br/>
+Renowned prince, how shall poor Henry live<br/>
+Unless thou rescue him from foul despair?
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+BONA.<br/>
+My quarrel and this English queen’s are one.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+WARWICK.<br/>
+And mine, fair Lady Bona, joins with yours.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+KING LEWIS.<br/>
+And mine with hers, and thine, and Margaret’s.<br/>
+Therefore, at last I firmly am resolved<br/>
+You shall have aid.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+QUEEN MARGARET.<br/>
+Let me give humble thanks for all at once.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+KING LEWIS.<br/>
+Then, England’s messenger, return in post<br/>
+And tell false Edward, thy supposed king,<br/>
+That Lewis of France is sending over maskers<br/>
+To revel it with him and his new bride.<br/>
+Thou seest what’s past; go fear thy king withal.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+BONA.<br/>
+Tell him, in hope he’ll prove a widower shortly,<br/>
+I’ll wear the willow garland for his sake.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+QUEEN MARGARET.<br/>
+Tell him my mourning weeds are laid aside,<br/>
+And I am ready to put armour on.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+WARWICK.<br/>
+Tell him from me that he hath done me wrong,<br/>
+And therefore I’ll uncrown him ere ’t be long.<br/>
+There’s thy reward; be gone.
+</p>
+
+<p class="right">[<i>Exit <span class="charname">Post</span>.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+KING LEWIS.<br/>
+But, Warwick,<br/>
+Thou and Oxford, with five thousand men,<br/>
+Shall cross the seas and bid false Edward battle;<br/>
+And, as occasion serves, this noble Queen<br/>
+And prince shall follow with a fresh supply.<br/>
+Yet, ere thou go, but answer me one doubt:<br/>
+What pledge have we of thy firm loyalty?
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+WARWICK.<br/>
+This shall assure my constant loyalty:<br/>
+That if our Queen and this young prince agree,<br/>
+I’ll join mine eldest daughter and my joy<br/>
+To him forthwith in holy wedlock bands.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+QUEEN MARGARET.<br/>
+Yes, I agree, and thank you for your motion.<br/>
+Son Edward, she is fair and virtuous,<br/>
+Therefore delay not, give thy hand to Warwick,<br/>
+And with thy hand thy faith irrevocable<br/>
+That only Warwick’s daughter shall be thine.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+PRINCE EDWARD.<br/>
+Yes, I accept her, for she well deserves it;<br/>
+And here, to pledge my vow, I give my hand.
+</p>
+
+<p class="right">[<i>He gives his hand to <span class="charname">Warwick</span>.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+KING LEWIS.<br/>
+Why stay we now? These soldiers shall be levied,<br/>
+And thou, Lord Bourbon, our High Admiral,<br/>
+Shall waft them over with our royal fleet.<br/>
+I long till Edward fall by war’s mischance<br/>
+For mocking marriage with a dame of France.
+</p>
+
+<p class="right">[<i>Exeunt all but <span class="charname">Warwick</span>.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+WARWICK.<br/>
+I came from Edward as ambassador,<br/>
+But I return his sworn and mortal foe.<br/>
+Matter of marriage was the charge he gave me,<br/>
+But dreadful war shall answer his demand.<br/>
+Had he none else to make a stale but me?<br/>
+Then none but I shall turn his jest to sorrow.<br/>
+I was the chief that raised him to the crown,<br/>
+And I’ll be chief to bring him down again:<br/>
+Not that I pity Henry’s misery,<br/>
+But seek revenge on Edward’s mockery.
+</p>
+
+<p class="right">[<i>Exit.</i>]</p>
+
+</div><!--end chapter-->
+
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<h2><a name="sceneIV_14.1"></a>ACT IV</h2>
+
+<h3><b>SCENE I. London. The Palace</b></h3>
+
+<p class="scenedesc">Enter <span class="charname">Richard (Duke of Gloucester),
+George (Duke of Clarence), Somerset</span> and <span
+class="charname">Montague</span>.</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+RICHARD.<br/>
+Now tell me, brother Clarence, what think you<br/>
+Of this new marriage with the Lady Grey?<br/>
+Hath not our brother made a worthy choice?
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+GEORGE.<br/>
+Alas, you know ’tis far from hence to France!<br/>
+How could he stay till Warwick made return?
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+SOMERSET.<br/>
+My lords, forbear this talk; here comes the King.
+</p>
+
+<p class="scenedesc">Flourish. Enter <span class="charname">King Edward</span>,
+attended; <span class="charname">Lady Grey</span> as Queen Elizabeth;
+<span class="charname">Pembroke, Stafford, Hastings</span> and others. Four
+stand on one side, and four on the other.</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+RICHARD.<br/>
+And his well-chosen bride.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+GEORGE.<br/>
+I mind to tell him plainly what I think.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+KING EDWARD.<br/>
+Now, brother of Clarence, how like you our choice,<br/>
+That you stand pensive as half malcontent?
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+GEORGE.<br/>
+As well as Lewis of France or the Earl of Warwick,<br/>
+Which are so weak of courage and in judgment<br/>
+That they’ll take no offence at our abuse.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+KING EDWARD.<br/>
+Suppose they take offence without a cause,<br/>
+They are but Lewis and Warwick; I am Edward,<br/>
+Your King and Warwick’s, and must have my will.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+RICHARD.<br/>
+And shall have your will, because our King.<br/>
+Yet hasty marriage seldom proveth well.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+KING EDWARD.<br/>
+Yea, brother Richard, are you offended too?
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+RICHARD.<br/>
+Not I.<br/>
+No, God forbid that I should wish them severed<br/>
+Whom God hath joined together. Ay, and ’twere pity<br/>
+To sunder them that yoke so well together.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+KING EDWARD.<br/>
+Setting your scorns and your mislike aside,<br/>
+Tell me some reason why the Lady Grey<br/>
+Should not become my wife and England’s queen.<br/>
+And you too, Somerset and Montague,<br/>
+Speak freely what you think.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+GEORGE.<br/>
+Then this is mine opinion: that King Lewis<br/>
+Becomes your enemy for mocking him<br/>
+About the marriage of the Lady Bona.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+RICHARD.<br/>
+And Warwick, doing what you gave in charge,<br/>
+Is now dishonoured by this new marriage.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+KING EDWARD.<br/>
+What if both Lewis and Warwick be appeased<br/>
+By such invention as I can devise?
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+MONTAGUE.<br/>
+Yet to have joined with France in such alliance<br/>
+Would more have strengthened this our commonwealth<br/>
+’Gainst foreign storms than any home-bred marriage.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+HASTINGS.<br/>
+Why, knows not Montague that of itself<br/>
+England is safe, if true within itself?
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+MONTAGUE.<br/>
+But the safer when ’tis backed with France.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+HASTINGS.<br/>
+’Tis better using France than trusting France.<br/>
+Let us be backed with God and with the seas<br/>
+Which He hath giv’n for fence impregnable,<br/>
+And with their helps only defend ourselves.<br/>
+In them and in ourselves our safety lies.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+GEORGE.<br/>
+For this one speech Lord Hastings well deserves<br/>
+To have the heir of the Lord Hungerford.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+KING EDWARD.<br/>
+Ay, what of that? It was my will and grant;<br/>
+And for this once my will shall stand for law.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+RICHARD.<br/>
+And yet, methinks, your Grace hath not done well<br/>
+To give the heir and daughter of Lord Scales<br/>
+Unto the brother of your loving bride.<br/>
+She better would have fitted me or Clarence;<br/>
+But in your bride you bury brotherhood.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+GEORGE.<br/>
+Or else you would not have bestowed the heir<br/>
+Of the Lord Bonville on your new wife’s son,<br/>
+And leave your brothers to go speed elsewhere.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+KING EDWARD.<br/>
+Alas, poor Clarence, is it for a wife<br/>
+That thou art malcontent? I will provide thee.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+GEORGE.<br/>
+In choosing for yourself you showed your judgment,<br/>
+Which being shallow, you shall give me leave<br/>
+To play the broker in mine own behalf;<br/>
+And to that end I shortly mind to leave you.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+KING EDWARD.<br/>
+Leave me or tarry, Edward will be king,<br/>
+And not be tied unto his brother’s will.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+QUEEN ELIZABETH.<br/>
+My lords, before it pleased his Majesty<br/>
+To raise my state to title of a queen,<br/>
+Do me but right, and you must all confess<br/>
+That I was not ignoble of descent,<br/>
+And meaner than myself have had like fortune.<br/>
+But as this title honours me and mine,<br/>
+So your dislikes, to whom I would be pleasing,<br/>
+Doth cloud my joys with danger and with sorrow.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+KING EDWARD.<br/>
+My love, forbear to fawn upon their frowns.<br/>
+What danger or what sorrow can befall thee<br/>
+So long as Edward is thy constant friend<br/>
+And their true sovereign, whom they must obey?<br/>
+Nay, whom they shall obey, and love thee too,<br/>
+Unless they seek for hatred at my hands;<br/>
+Which if they do, yet will I keep thee safe,<br/>
+And they shall feel the vengeance of my wrath.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+RICHARD.<br/>
+[<i>Aside</i>.] I hear, yet say not much, but think the more.
+</p>
+
+<p class="scenedesc">Enter a <span class="charname">Post</span>.</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+KING EDWARD.<br/>
+Now, messenger, what letters or what news<br/>
+From France?
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+POST.<br/>
+My sovereign liege, no letters, and few words,<br/>
+But such as I, without your special pardon,<br/>
+Dare not relate.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+KING EDWARD.<br/>
+Go to, we pardon thee. Therefore, in brief,<br/>
+Tell me their words as near as thou canst guess them.<br/>
+What answer makes King Lewis unto our letters?
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+POST.<br/>
+At my depart these were his very words:<br/>
+“Go tell false Edward, thy supposed king,<br/>
+That Lewis of France is sending over maskers<br/>
+To revel it with him and his new bride.”
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+KING EDWARD.<br/>
+Is Lewis so brave? Belike he thinks me Henry.<br/>
+But what said Lady Bona to my marriage?
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+POST.<br/>
+These were her words, uttered with mild disdain:<br/>
+“Tell him, in hope he’ll prove a widower shortly,<br/>
+I’ll wear the willow garland for his sake.”
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+KING EDWARD.<br/>
+I blame not her; she could say little less;<br/>
+She had the wrong. But what said Henry’s queen?<br/>
+For I have heard that she was there in place.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+POST.<br/>
+“Tell him,” quoth she “my mourning weeds are done,<br/>
+And I am ready to put armour on.”
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+KING EDWARD.<br/>
+Belike she minds to play the Amazon.<br/>
+But what said Warwick to these injuries?
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+POST.<br/>
+He, more incensed against your Majesty<br/>
+Than all the rest, discharged me with these words:<br/>
+“Tell him from me that he hath done me wrong,<br/>
+And therefore I’ll uncrown him ere ’t be long.”
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+KING EDWARD.<br/>
+Ha! Durst the traitor breathe out so proud words?<br/>
+Well, I will arm me, being thus forewarned.<br/>
+They shall have wars and pay for their presumption.<br/>
+But say, is Warwick friends with Margaret?
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+POST.<br/>
+Ay, gracious sovereign, they are so linked in friendship<br/>
+That young Prince Edward marries Warwick’s daughter.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+GEORGE.<br/>
+Belike the elder; Clarence will have the younger.<br/>
+Now, brother king, farewell, and sit you fast,<br/>
+For I will hence to Warwick’s other daughter;<br/>
+That, though I want a kingdom, yet in marriage<br/>
+I may not prove inferior to yourself.<br/>
+You that love me and Warwick, follow me.
+</p>
+
+<p class="right">[<i>Exit <span class="charname">George</span> and
+<span class="charname">Somerset</span> follows.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+RICHARD.<br/>
+[<i>Aside</i>.] Not I. My thoughts aim at a further matter;<br/>
+I stay not for the love of Edward, but the crown.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+KING EDWARD.<br/>
+Clarence and Somerset both gone to Warwick!<br/>
+Yet am I armed against the worst can happen,<br/>
+And haste is needful in this desperate case.<br/>
+Pembroke and Stafford, you in our behalf<br/>
+Go levy men and make prepare for war;<br/>
+They are already, or quickly will be, landed.<br/>
+Myself in person will straight follow you.
+</p>
+
+<p class="right">[<i>Exeunt <span class="charname">Pembroke</span> and
+<span class="charname">Stafford</span>.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+But, ere I go, Hastings and Montague,<br/>
+Resolve my doubt. You twain, of all the rest,<br/>
+Are near to Warwick by blood and by alliance.<br/>
+Tell me if you love Warwick more than me.<br/>
+If it be so, then both depart to him.<br/>
+I rather wish you foes than hollow friends.<br/>
+But if you mind to hold your true obedience,<br/>
+Give me assurance with some friendly vow,<br/>
+That I may never have you in suspect.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+MONTAGUE.<br/>
+So God help Montague as he proves true!
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+HASTINGS.<br/>
+And Hastings as he favours Edward’s cause!
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+KING EDWARD.<br/>
+Now, brother Richard, will you stand by us?
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+RICHARD.<br/>
+Ay, in despite of all that shall withstand you.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+KING EDWARD.<br/>
+Why, so! Then am I sure of victory.<br/>
+Now, therefore, let us hence, and lose no hour<br/>
+Till we meet Warwick with his foreign power.
+</p>
+
+<p class="right">[<i>Exeunt.</i>]</p>
+
+<h3><a name="sceneIV_14.2"></a><b>SCENE II. A Plain in Warwickshire</b></h3>
+
+<p class="scenedesc">Enter <span class="charname">Warwick</span> and
+<span class="charname">Oxford</span> in England, with French Soldiers.</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+WARWICK.<br/>
+Trust me, my lord, all hitherto goes well;<br/>
+The common people by numbers swarm to us.
+</p>
+
+<p class="scenedesc">Enter <span class="charname">George (Duke of Clarence)</span>
+and <span class="charname">Somerset</span>.</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+But see where Somerset and Clarence comes.<br/>
+Speak suddenly, my lords: are we all friends?
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+GEORGE.<br/>
+Fear not that, my lord.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+WARWICK.<br/>
+Then, gentle Clarence, welcome unto Warwick;<br/>
+And welcome, Somerset. I hold it cowardice<br/>
+To rest mistrustful where a noble heart<br/>
+Hath pawned an open hand in sign of love;<br/>
+Else might I think that Clarence, Edward’s brother,<br/>
+Were but a feigned friend to our proceedings.<br/>
+But welcome, sweet Clarence; my daughter shall be thine.<br/>
+And now what rests but, in night’s coverture,<br/>
+Thy brother being carelessly encamped,<br/>
+His soldiers lurking in the towns about,<br/>
+And but attended by a simple guard,<br/>
+We may surprise and take him at our pleasure?<br/>
+Our scouts have found the adventure very easy;<br/>
+That, as Ulysses and stout Diomede<br/>
+With sleight and manhood stole to Rhesus’ tents,<br/>
+And brought from thence the Thracian fatal steeds,<br/>
+So we, well covered with the night’s black mantle,<br/>
+At unawares may beat down Edward’s guard,<br/>
+And seize himself. I say not, slaughter him,<br/>
+For I intend but only to surprise him.<br/>
+You that will follow me to this attempt,<br/>
+Applaud the name of Henry with your leader.
+</p>
+
+<p class="right">[<i>They all cry “Henry!”</i>]</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+Why then, let’s on our way in silent sort,<br/>
+For Warwick and his friends, God and Saint George!
+</p>
+
+<p class="right">[<i>Exeunt.</i>]</p>
+
+<h3><a name="sceneIV_14.3"></a><b>SCENE III. Edward’s Camp near Warwick</b></h3>
+
+<p class="scenedesc">Enter three <span class="charname">Watchmen</span> to
+guard the King’s tent.</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+1 WATCHMAN.<br/>
+Come on, my masters, each man take his stand.<br/>
+The King by this is set him down to sleep.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+2 WATCHMAN.<br/>
+What, will he not to bed?
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+1 WATCHMAN.<br/>
+Why, no; for he hath made a solemn vow<br/>
+Never to lie and take his natural rest<br/>
+Till Warwick or himself be quite suppressed.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+2 WATCHMAN.<br/>
+Tomorrow, then, belike shall be the day,<br/>
+If Warwick be so near as men report.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+3 WATCHMAN.<br/>
+But say, I pray, what nobleman is that<br/>
+That with the King here resteth in his tent?
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+1 WATCHMAN.<br/>
+’Tis the Lord Hastings, the King’s chiefest friend.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+3 WATCHMAN.<br/>
+O, is it so? But why commands the King<br/>
+That his chief followers lodge in towns about him,<br/>
+While he himself keeps in the cold field?
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+2 WATCHMAN.<br/>
+’Tis the more honour, because more dangerous.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+3 WATCHMAN.<br/>
+Ay, but give me worship and quietness;<br/>
+I like it better than dangerous honour.<br/>
+If Warwick knew in what estate he stands,<br/>
+’Tis to be doubted he would waken him.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+1 WATCHMAN.<br/>
+Unless our halberds did shut up his passage.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+2 WATCHMAN.<br/>
+Ay, wherefore else guard we his royal tent<br/>
+But to defend his person from night-foes?
+</p>
+
+<p class="scenedesc">Enter <span class="charname">Warwick, George (Duke of
+Clarence), Oxford, Somerset</span> and French Soldiers, silent all.</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+WARWICK.<br/>
+This is his tent; and see where stand his guard.<br/>
+Courage, my masters! Honour now or never!<br/>
+But follow me, and Edward shall be ours.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+1 WATCHMAN.<br/>
+Who goes there?
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+2 WATCHMAN.<br/>
+Stay, or thou diest.
+</p>
+
+<p class="right">[<i><span class="charname">Warwick</span> and the rest cry
+all, “Warwick! Warwick!” and set upon the guard, who fly, crying “Arm! Arm!”
+<span class="charname">Warwick</span>  and the rest following them.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class="scenedesc">
+The drum playing and trumpet sounding, enter <span class="charname">Warwick,
+Somerset</span>, and the rest, bringing the <span class="charname">King</span>
+out in his gown, sitting in a chair. <span class="charname">Richard (Duke of
+Gloucester)</span> and <span class="charname">Hastings</span> fly over the
+stage.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+SOMERSET.<br/>
+What are they that fly there?
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+WARWICK.<br/>
+Richard and Hastings.<br/>
+Let them go. Here is the Duke.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+KING EDWARD.<br/>
+The Duke? Why, Warwick, when we parted,<br/>
+Thou call’dst me king?
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+WARWICK.<br/>
+Ay, but the case is altered.<br/>
+When you disgraced me in my embassade,<br/>
+Then I degraded you from being king,<br/>
+And come now to create you Duke of York.<br/>
+Alas, how should you govern any kingdom<br/>
+That know not how to use ambassadors,<br/>
+Nor how to be contented with one wife,<br/>
+Nor how to use your brothers brotherly,<br/>
+Nor how to study for the people’s welfare,<br/>
+Nor how to shroud yourself from enemies?
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+KING EDWARD.<br/>
+Yea, brother of Clarence, art thou here too?<br/>
+Nay, then I see that Edward needs must down.<br/>
+Yet, Warwick, in despite of all mischance<br/>
+Of thee thyself and all thy complices,<br/>
+Edward will always bear himself as king.<br/>
+Though Fortune’s malice overthrow my state,<br/>
+My mind exceeds the compass of her wheel.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+WARWICK.<br/>
+Then for his mind be Edward England’s king;
+</p>
+
+<p class="right">[<i>Takes off his crown.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+But Henry now shall wear the English crown<br/>
+And be true king indeed, thou but the shadow.<br/>
+My lord of Somerset, at my request,<br/>
+See that forthwith Duke Edward be conveyed<br/>
+Unto my brother, Archbishop of York.<br/>
+When I have fought with Pembroke and his fellows,<br/>
+I’ll follow you and tell what answer<br/>
+Lewis and the Lady Bona send to him.<br/>
+Now, for a while farewell, good Duke of York.
+</p>
+
+<p class="right">[<i>They begin to lead him out forcibly.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+KING EDWARD.<br/>
+What fates impose, that men must needs abide;<br/>
+It boots not to resist both wind and tide.
+</p>
+
+<p class="right">[<i>Exit <span class="charname">King Edward</span>, led out;
+<span class="charname">Somerset</span> with him.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+OXFORD.<br/>
+What now remains, my lords, for us to do,<br/>
+But march to London with our soldiers?
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+WARWICK.<br/>
+Ay, that’s the first thing that we have to do,<br/>
+To free King Henry from imprisonment<br/>
+And see him seated in the regal throne.
+</p>
+
+<p class="right">[<i>Exeunt.</i>]</p>
+
+<h3><a name="sceneIV_14.4"></a><b>SCENE IV. London. The Palace</b></h3>
+
+<p class="scenedesc">Enter <span class="charname">Queen Elizabeth</span> and
+<span class="charname">Rivers</span>.</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+RIVERS.<br/>
+Madam, what makes you in this sudden change?
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+QUEEN ELIZABETH.<br/>
+Why, brother Rivers, are you yet to learn<br/>
+What late misfortune is befall’n King Edward?
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+RIVERS.<br/>
+What, loss of some pitched battle against Warwick?
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+QUEEN ELIZABETH.<br/>
+No, but the loss of his own royal person.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+RIVERS.<br/>
+Then is my sovereign slain?
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+QUEEN ELIZABETH.<br/>
+Ay, almost slain, for he is taken prisoner,<br/>
+Either betrayed by falsehood of his guard<br/>
+Or by his foe surprised at unawares;<br/>
+And, as I further have to understand,<br/>
+Is new committed to the Bishop of York,<br/>
+Fell Warwick’s brother and by that our foe.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+RIVERS.<br/>
+These news, I must confess, are full of grief;<br/>
+Yet, gracious madam, bear it as you may.<br/>
+Warwick may lose that now hath won the day.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+QUEEN ELIZABETH.<br/>
+Till then, fair hope must hinder life’s decay;<br/>
+And I the rather wean me from despair<br/>
+For love of Edward’s offspring in my womb.<br/>
+This is it that makes me bridle passion<br/>
+And bear with mildness my misfortune’s cross,<br/>
+Ay, ay, for this I draw in many a tear<br/>
+And stop the rising of blood-sucking sighs,<br/>
+Lest with my sighs or tears I blast or drown<br/>
+King Edward’s fruit, true heir to th’ English crown.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+RIVERS.<br/>
+But, madam, where is Warwick then become?
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+QUEEN ELIZABETH.<br/>
+I am informed that he comes towards London<br/>
+To set the crown once more on Henry’s head.<br/>
+Guess thou the rest: King Edward’s friends must down.<br/>
+But to prevent the tyrant’s violence—<br/>
+For trust not him that hath once broken faith—<br/>
+I’ll hence forthwith unto the sanctuary<br/>
+To save at least the heir of Edward’s right.<br/>
+There shall I rest secure from force and fraud.<br/>
+Come, therefore, let us fly while we may fly.<br/>
+If Warwick take us, we are sure to die.
+</p>
+
+<p class="right">[<i>Exeunt.</i>]</p>
+
+<h3><a name="sceneIV_14.5"></a><b>SCENE V. A park near Middleham Castle in Yorkshire</b></h3>
+
+<p class="scenedesc">Enter <span class="charname">Richard (Duke of Gloucester),
+Lord Hastings, Sir William Stanley</span> and others.</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+RICHARD.<br/>
+Now, my Lord Hastings and Sir William Stanley,<br/>
+Leave off to wonder why I drew you hither<br/>
+Into this chiefest thicket of the park.<br/>
+Thus stands the case: you know our King, my brother,<br/>
+Is prisoner to the Bishop here, at whose hands<br/>
+He hath good usage and great liberty,<br/>
+And often but attended with weak guard,<br/>
+Comes hunting this way to disport himself.<br/>
+I have advertised him by secret means<br/>
+That if about this hour he make this way,<br/>
+Under the colour of his usual game,<br/>
+He shall here find his friends with horse and men<br/>
+To set him free from his captivity.
+</p>
+
+<p class="scenedesc">Enter <span class="charname">King Edward</span> and a
+<span class="charname">Huntsman</span> with him.</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+HUNTSMAN.<br/>
+This way, my lord, for this way lies the game.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+KING EDWARD.<br/>
+Nay, this way, man. See where the huntsmen stand.<br/>
+Now, brother of Gloucester, Lord Hastings, and the rest,<br/>
+Stand you thus close to steal the Bishop’s deer?
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+RICHARD.<br/>
+Brother, the time and case requireth haste;<br/>
+Your horse stands ready at the park corner.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+KING EDWARD.<br/>
+But whither shall we then?
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+HASTINGS.<br/>
+To Lynn, my lord, and shipped from thence to Flanders.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+RICHARD.<br/>
+Well guessed, believe me, for that was my meaning.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+KING EDWARD.<br/>
+Stanley, I will requite thy forwardness.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+RICHARD.<br/>
+But wherefore stay we? ’Tis no time to talk.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+KING EDWARD.<br/>
+Huntsman, what sayst thou? Wilt thou go along?
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+HUNTSMAN.<br/>
+Better do so than tarry and be hanged.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+RICHARD.<br/>
+Come then, away! Let’s ha’ no more ado.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+KING EDWARD.<br/>
+Bishop, farewell; shield thee from Warwick’s frown,<br/>
+And pray that I may repossess the crown.
+</p>
+
+<p class="right">[<i>Exeunt.</i>]</p>
+
+<h3><a name="sceneIV_14.6"></a><b>SCENE VI. London. The Tower</b></h3>
+
+<p class="scenedesc">
+Enter <span class="charname">King Henry, George (Duke of Clarence), Warwick,
+Somerset</span>, young <span class="charname">Richmond, Oxford, Montague</span>,
+and <span class="charname">Lieutenant</span> of the Tower.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+KING HENRY.<br/>
+Master Lieutenant, now that God and friends<br/>
+Have shaken Edward from the regal seat<br/>
+And turned my captive state to liberty,<br/>
+My fear to hope, my sorrows unto joys,<br/>
+At our enlargement what are thy due fees?
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+LIEUTENANT.<br/>
+Subjects may challenge nothing of their sovereigns;<br/>
+But if an humble prayer may prevail,<br/>
+I then crave pardon of your Majesty.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+KING HENRY.<br/>
+For what, lieutenant? For well using me?<br/>
+Nay, be thou sure I’ll well requite thy kindness,<br/>
+For that it made my imprisonment a pleasure;<br/>
+Ay, such a pleasure as incaged birds<br/>
+Conceive when, after many moody thoughts,<br/>
+At last by notes of household harmony<br/>
+They quite forget their loss of liberty.<br/>
+But, Warwick, after God thou sett’st me free,<br/>
+And chiefly therefore I thank God and thee;<br/>
+He was the author, thou the instrument.<br/>
+Therefore, that I may conquer Fortune’s spite,<br/>
+By living low where Fortune cannot hurt me,<br/>
+And that the people of this blessed land<br/>
+May not be punished with my thwarting stars,<br/>
+Warwick, although my head still wear the crown,<br/>
+I here resign my government to thee,<br/>
+For thou art fortunate in all thy deeds.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+WARWICK.<br/>
+Your Grace hath still been famed for virtuous,<br/>
+And now may seem as wise as virtuous<br/>
+By spying and avoiding Fortune’s malice,<br/>
+For few men rightly temper with the stars;<br/>
+Yet in this one thing let me blame your Grace,<br/>
+For choosing me when Clarence is in place.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+GEORGE.<br/>
+No, Warwick, thou art worthy of the sway,<br/>
+To whom the heavens in thy nativity<br/>
+Adjudged an olive branch and laurel crown,<br/>
+As likely to be blest in peace and war;<br/>
+And therefore I yield thee my free consent.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+WARWICK.<br/>
+And I choose Clarence only for Protector.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+KING HENRY.<br/>
+Warwick and Clarence, give me both your hands.<br/>
+Now join your hands, and with your hands your hearts,<br/>
+That no dissension hinder government.<br/>
+I make you both Protectors of this land,<br/>
+While I myself will lead a private life<br/>
+And in devotion spend my latter days,<br/>
+To sin’s rebuke and my Creator’s praise.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+WARWICK.<br/>
+What answers Clarence to his sovereign’s will?
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+GEORGE.<br/>
+That he consents, if Warwick yield consent,<br/>
+For on thy fortune I repose myself.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+WARWICK.<br/>
+Why, then, though loath, yet I must be content.<br/>
+We’ll yoke together, like a double shadow<br/>
+To Henry’s body, and supply his place;<br/>
+I mean, in bearing weight of government,<br/>
+While he enjoys the honour and his ease.<br/>
+And, Clarence, now then it is more than needful<br/>
+Forthwith that Edward be pronounced a traitor<br/>
+And all his lands and goods be confiscate.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+GEORGE.<br/>
+What else? And that succession be determined.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+WARWICK.<br/>
+Ay, therein Clarence shall not want his part.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+KING HENRY.<br/>
+But with the first of all your chief affairs<br/>
+Let me entreat—for I command no more—<br/>
+That Margaret your Queen and my son Edward<br/>
+Be sent for to return from France with speed;<br/>
+For till I see them here, by doubtful fear<br/>
+My joy of liberty is half eclipsed.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+GEORGE.<br/>
+It shall be done, my sovereign, with all speed.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+KING HENRY.<br/>
+My Lord of Somerset, what youth is that<br/>
+Of whom you seem to have so tender care?
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+SOMERSET.<br/>
+My liege, it is young Henry, Earl of Richmond.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+KING HENRY.<br/>
+Come hither, England’s hope. If secret powers
+</p>
+
+<p class="right">[<i>Lays his hand on his head.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+Suggest but truth to my divining thoughts,<br/>
+This pretty lad will prove our country’s bliss.<br/>
+His looks are full of peaceful majesty,<br/>
+His head by nature framed to wear a crown,<br/>
+His hand to wield a sceptre, and himself<br/>
+Likely in time to bless a regal throne.<br/>
+Make much of him, my lords, for this is he<br/>
+Must help you more than you are hurt by me.
+</p>
+
+<p class="scenedesc">Enter a <span class="charname">Post</span>.</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+WARWICK.<br/>
+What news, my friend?
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+POST.<br/>
+That Edward is escaped from your brother<br/>
+And fled, as he hears since, to Burgundy.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+WARWICK.<br/>
+Unsavoury news! But how made he escape?
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+POST.<br/>
+He was conveyed by Richard, Duke of Gloucester<br/>
+And the Lord Hastings, who attended him<br/>
+In secret ambush on the forest side<br/>
+And from the Bishop’s huntsmen rescued him,<br/>
+For hunting was his daily exercise.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+WARWICK.<br/>
+My brother was too careless of his charge.<br/>
+But let us hence, my sovereign, to provide<br/>
+A salve for any sore that may betide.
+</p>
+
+<p class="right">[<i>Exeunt all but <span class="charname">Somerset,
+Richmond</span> and <span class="charname">Oxford</span>.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+SOMERSET.<br/>
+My lord, I like not of this flight of Edward’s,<br/>
+For doubtless Burgundy will yield him help,<br/>
+And we shall have more wars before ’t be long.<br/>
+As Henry’s late presaging prophecy<br/>
+Did glad my heart with hope of this young Richmond,<br/>
+So doth my heart misgive me, in these conflicts<br/>
+What may befall him, to his harm and ours.<br/>
+Therefore, Lord Oxford, to prevent the worst,<br/>
+Forthwith we’ll send him hence to Brittany<br/>
+Till storms be past of civil enmity.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+OXFORD.<br/>
+Ay, for if Edward repossess the crown,<br/>
+’Tis like that Richmond with the rest shall down.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+SOMERSET.<br/>
+It shall be so. He shall to Brittany.<br/>
+Come therefore, let’s about it speedily.
+</p>
+
+<p class="right">[<i>Exeunt.</i>]</p>
+
+<h3><a name="sceneIV_14.7"></a><b>SCENE VII. Before York</b></h3>
+
+<p class="scenedesc">Flourish. Enter <span class="charname">King Edward,
+Richard (Duke of Gloucester), Hastings</span> and Soldiers.</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+KING EDWARD.<br/>
+Now, brother Richard, Lord Hastings, and the rest,<br/>
+Yet thus far Fortune maketh us amends,<br/>
+And says that once more I shall interchange<br/>
+My waned state for Henry’s regal crown.<br/>
+Well have we passed and now repassed the seas,<br/>
+And brought desired help from Burgundy.<br/>
+What then remains, we being thus arrived<br/>
+From Ravenspurgh haven before the gates of York,<br/>
+But that we enter as into our dukedom?
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+RICHARD.<br/>
+The gates made fast! Brother, I like not this;<br/>
+For many men that stumble at the threshold<br/>
+Are well foretold that danger lurks within.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+KING EDWARD.<br/>
+Tush, man, abodements must not now affright us.<br/>
+By fair or foul means we must enter in,<br/>
+For hither will our friends repair to us.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+HASTINGS.<br/>
+My liege, I’ll knock once more to summon them.
+</p>
+
+<p class="scenedesc">Enter on the walls, the <span class="charname">Mayor</span>
+of York and his Brethren.</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+MAYOR.<br/>
+My lords, we were forewarned of your coming<br/>
+And shut the gates for safety of ourselves,<br/>
+For now we owe allegiance unto Henry.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+KING EDWARD.<br/>
+But, master Mayor, if Henry be your king,<br/>
+Yet Edward, at the least, is Duke of York.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+MAYOR.<br/>
+True, my good lord, I know you for no less.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+KING EDWARD.<br/>
+Why, and I challenge nothing but my dukedom,<br/>
+As being well content with that alone.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+RICHARD.<br/>
+[<i>Aside</i>.] But when the fox hath once got in his nose,<br/>
+He’ll soon find means to make the body follow.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+HASTINGS.<br/>
+Why, master Mayor, why stand you in a doubt?<br/>
+Open the gates; we are King Henry’s friends.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+MAYOR.<br/>
+Ay, say you so? The gates shall then be opened.
+</p>
+
+<p class="right">[<i>He descends.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+RICHARD.<br/>
+A wise, stout captain, and soon persuaded.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+HASTINGS.<br/>
+The good old man would fain that all were well,<br/>
+So ’twere not long of him; but, being entered,<br/>
+I doubt not, I, but we shall soon persuade<br/>
+Both him and all his brothers unto reason.
+</p>
+
+<p class="scenedesc">Enter the <span class="charname">Mayor</span> and two
+<span class="charname">Aldermen</span> below.</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+KING EDWARD.<br/>
+So, master Mayor, these gates must not be shut<br/>
+But in the night or in the time of war.<br/>
+What, fear not, man, but yield me up the keys;
+</p>
+
+<p class="right">[<i>Takes his keys.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+For Edward will defend the town and thee<br/>
+And all those friends that deign to follow me.
+</p>
+
+<p class="scenedesc">March. Enter <span class="charname">Montgomery</span> with
+drum and Soldiers.</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+RICHARD.<br/>
+Brother, this is Sir John Montgomery,<br/>
+Our trusty friend unless I be deceived.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+KING EDWARD.<br/>
+Welcome, Sir John! But why come you in arms?
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+MONTGOMERY.<br/>
+To help King Edward in his time of storm,<br/>
+As every loyal subject ought to do.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+KING EDWARD.<br/>
+Thanks, good Montgomery; but we now forget<br/>
+Our title to the crown, and only claim<br/>
+Our dukedom till God please to send the rest.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+MONTGOMERY.<br/>
+Then fare you well, for I will hence again.<br/>
+I came to serve a king, and not a duke.<br/>
+Drummer, strike up, and let us march away.
+</p>
+
+<p class="right">[<i>The drum begins to march.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+KING EDWARD.<br/>
+Nay, stay, Sir John, a while, and we’ll debate<br/>
+By what safe means the crown may be recovered.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+MONTGOMERY.<br/>
+What talk you of debating? In few words,<br/>
+If you’ll not here proclaim yourself our king,<br/>
+I’ll leave you to your fortune and be gone<br/>
+To keep them back that come to succour you.<br/>
+Why shall we fight if you pretend no title?
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+RICHARD.<br/>
+Why, brother, wherefore stand you on nice points?
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+KING EDWARD.<br/>
+When we grow stronger, then we’ll make our claim.<br/>
+Till then ’tis wisdom to conceal our meaning.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+HASTINGS.<br/>
+Away with scrupulous wit! Now arms must rule.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+RICHARD.<br/>
+And fearless minds climb soonest unto crowns.<br/>
+Brother, we will proclaim you out of hand;<br/>
+The bruit thereof will bring you many friends.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+KING EDWARD.<br/>
+Then be it as you will; for ’tis my right,<br/>
+And Henry but usurps the diadem.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+MONTGOMERY.<br/>
+Ay, now my sovereign speaketh like himself,<br/>
+And now will I be Edward’s champion.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+HASTINGS.<br/>
+Sound, trumpet; Edward shall be here proclaimed.<br/>
+Come, fellow soldier, make thou proclamation.
+</p>
+
+<p class="right">[<i>Gives him a paper. Flourish.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+SOLDIER.<br/>
+[<i>Reads</i>.] <i>Edward the Fourth, by the Grace of God, King of England and
+France, and Lord of Ireland, etc.</i>
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+MONTGOMERY.<br/>
+And whoso’er gainsays King Edward’s right,<br/>
+By this I challenge him to single fight.
+</p>
+
+<p class="right">[<i>Throws down his gauntlet.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+ALL.<br/>
+Long live Edward the Fourth!
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+KING EDWARD.<br/>
+Thanks, brave Montgomery, and thanks unto you all.<br/>
+If Fortune serve me, I’ll requite this kindness.<br/>
+Now for this night let’s harbour here in York,<br/>
+And when the morning sun shall raise his car<br/>
+Above the border of this horizon<br/>
+We’ll forward towards Warwick and his mates;<br/>
+For well I wot that Henry is no soldier.<br/>
+Ah, froward Clarence, how evil it beseems thee<br/>
+To flatter Henry and forsake thy brother!<br/>
+Yet, as we may, we’ll meet both thee and Warwick.<br/>
+Come on, brave soldiers; doubt not of the day,<br/>
+And, that once gotten, doubt not of large pay.
+</p>
+
+<p class="right">[<i>Exeunt.</i>]</p>
+
+<h3><a name="sceneIV_14.8"></a><b>SCENE VIII. London. The Palace</b></h3>
+
+<p class="scenedesc">Flourish. Enter <span class="charname">King Henry, Warwick,
+Montague, George (Duke of Clarence), Oxford</span> and
+<span class="charname">Exeter</span>.</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+WARWICK.<br/>
+What counsel, lords? Edward from Belgia,<br/>
+With hasty Germans and blunt Hollanders,<br/>
+Hath passed in safety through the Narrow Seas,<br/>
+And with his troops doth march amain to London;<br/>
+And many giddy people flock to him.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+KING HENRY.<br/>
+Let’s levy men and beat him back again.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+GEORGE.<br/>
+A little fire is quickly trodden out,<br/>
+Which, being suffered, rivers cannot quench.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+WARWICK.<br/>
+In Warwickshire I have true-hearted friends,<br/>
+Not mutinous in peace, yet bold in war.<br/>
+Those will I muster up; and thou, son Clarence,<br/>
+Shalt stir up in Suffolk, Norfolk, and in Kent<br/>
+The knights and gentlemen to come with thee.<br/>
+Thou, brother Montague, in Buckingham,<br/>
+Northampton, and in Leicestershire shalt find<br/>
+Men well inclined to hear what thou command’st.<br/>
+And thou, brave Oxford, wondrous well beloved,<br/>
+In Oxfordshire shalt muster up thy friends.<br/>
+My sovereign, with the loving citizens,<br/>
+Like to his island girt in with the ocean,<br/>
+Or modest Dian circled with her nymphs,<br/>
+Shall rest in London till we come to him.<br/>
+Fair lords, take leave and stand not to reply.<br/>
+Farewell, my sovereign.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+KING HENRY.<br/>
+Farewell, my Hector, and my Troy’s true hope.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+GEORGE.<br/>
+In sign of truth, I kiss your Highness’ hand.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+KING HENRY.<br/>
+Well-minded Clarence, be thou fortunate.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+MONTAGUE.<br/>
+Comfort, my lord; and so I take my leave.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+OXFORD.<br/>
+And thus [<i>kissing Henry’s hand</i>] I seal my truth, and bid adieu.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+KING HENRY.<br/>
+Sweet Oxford, and my loving Montague,<br/>
+And all at once, once more a happy farewell.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+WARWICK.<br/>
+Farewell, sweet lords; let’s meet at Coventry.
+</p>
+
+<p class="right">[<i>Exeunt all but <span class="charname">King Henry</span>
+and <span class="charname">Exeter</span>.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+KING HENRY.<br/>
+Here at the palace will I rest a while.<br/>
+Cousin of Exeter, what thinks your lordship?<br/>
+Methinks the power that Edward hath in field<br/>
+Should not be able to encounter mine.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+EXETER.<br/>
+The doubt is that he will seduce the rest.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+KING HENRY.<br/>
+That’s not my fear; my meed hath got me fame.<br/>
+I have not stopped mine ears to their demands,<br/>
+Nor posted off their suits with slow delays;<br/>
+My pity hath been balm to heal their wounds,<br/>
+My mildness hath allayed their swelling griefs,<br/>
+My mercy dried their water-flowing tears.<br/>
+I have not been desirous of their wealth<br/>
+Nor much oppressed them with great subsidies,<br/>
+Nor forward of revenge, though they much erred.<br/>
+Then why should they love Edward more than me?<br/>
+No, Exeter, these graces challenge grace;<br/>
+And when the lion fawns upon the lamb,<br/>
+The lamb will never cease to follow him.
+</p>
+
+<p class="right">[<i>Shout within “A York! A York!”</i>]</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+EXETER.<br/>
+Hark, hark, my lord, what shouts are these?
+</p>
+
+<p class="scenedesc">Enter <span class="charname">King Edward, Richard (Duke of
+Gloucester)</span> and Soldiers.</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+KING EDWARD.<br/>
+Seize on the shame-faced Henry, bear him hence,<br/>
+And once again proclaim us King of England.<br/>
+You are the fount that makes small brooks to flow.<br/>
+Now stops thy spring; my sea shall suck them dry<br/>
+And swell so much the higher by their ebb.<br/>
+Hence with him to the Tower. Let him not speak.
+</p>
+
+<p class="right">[<i>Exeunt some with <span class="charname">King Henry</span>.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+And, lords, towards Coventry bend we our course,<br/>
+Where peremptory Warwick now remains.<br/>
+The sun shines hot, and, if we use delay,<br/>
+Cold biting winter mars our hoped-for hay.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+RICHARD.<br/>
+Away betimes, before his forces join,<br/>
+And take the great-grown traitor unawares.<br/>
+Brave warriors, march amain towards Coventry.
+</p>
+
+<p class="right">[<i>Exeunt.</i>]</p>
+
+</div><!--end chapter-->
+
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<h2><a name="sceneV_14.1"></a>ACT V</h2>
+
+<h3><b>SCENE I. Coventry</b></h3>
+
+<p class="scenedesc">Enter, <span class="charname">Warwick, the Mayor of
+Coventry, two Messengers</span> and others, upon the walls.</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+WARWICK.<br/>
+Where is the post that came from valiant Oxford?<br/>
+How far hence is thy lord, mine honest fellow?
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+1 MESSENGER.<br/>
+By this at Dunsmore, marching hitherward.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+WARWICK.<br/>
+How far off is our brother Montague?<br/>
+Where is the post that came from Montague?
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+2 MESSENGER.<br/>
+By this at Daintry, with a puissant troop.
+</p>
+
+<p class="scenedesc">Enter <span class="charname">Sir John Somerville</span>.</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+WARWICK.<br/>
+Say, Somerville, what says my loving son?<br/>
+And, by thy guess, how nigh is Clarence now?
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+SOMERVILLE.<br/>
+At Southam I did leave him with his forces<br/>
+And do expect him here some two hours hence.
+</p>
+
+<p class="right">[<i>Drum heard.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+WARWICK.<br/>
+Then Clarence is at hand; I hear his drum.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+SOMERVILLE.<br/>
+It is not his, my lord; here Southam lies.<br/>
+The drum your honour hears marcheth from Warwick.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+WARWICK.<br/>
+Who should that be? Belike, unlooked-for friends.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+SOMERVILLE.<br/>
+They are at hand, and you shall quickly know.
+</p>
+
+<p class="scenedesc">March. Flourish. Enter <span class="charname">King Edward,
+Richard (Duke of Gloucester)</span> and Soldiers.</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+KING EDWARD.<br/>
+Go, trumpet, to the walls and sound a parle.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+RICHARD.<br/>
+See how the surly Warwick mans the wall.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+WARWICK.<br/>
+O, unbid spite! Is sportful Edward come?<br/>
+Where slept our scouts, or how are they seduced,<br/>
+That we could hear no news of his repair?
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+KING EDWARD.<br/>
+Now, Warwick, wilt thou ope the city gates,<br/>
+Speak gentle words and humbly bend thy knee?<br/>
+Call Edward King and at his hands beg mercy,<br/>
+And he shall pardon thee these outrages.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+WARWICK.<br/>
+Nay, rather, wilt thou draw thy forces hence,<br/>
+Confess who set thee up and plucked thee down,<br/>
+Call Warwick patron and be penitent,<br/>
+And thou shalt still remain the Duke of York.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+RICHARD.<br/>
+I thought, at least, he would have said the King;<br/>
+Or did he make the jest against his will?
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+WARWICK.<br/>
+Is not a dukedom, sir, a goodly gift?
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+RICHARD.<br/>
+Ay, by my faith, for a poor earl to give;<br/>
+I’ll do thee service for so good a gift.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+WARWICK.<br/>
+’Twas I that gave the kingdom to thy brother.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+KING EDWARD.<br/>
+Why, then, ’tis mine, if but by Warwick’s gift.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+WARWICK.<br/>
+Thou art no Atlas for so great a weight;<br/>
+And, weakling, Warwick takes his gift again;<br/>
+And Henry is my King, Warwick his subject.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+KING EDWARD.<br/>
+But Warwick’s king is Edward’s prisoner;<br/>
+And, gallant Warwick, do but answer this:<br/>
+What is the body when the head is off?
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+RICHARD.<br/>
+Alas, that Warwick had no more forecast,<br/>
+But, whiles he thought to steal the single ten,<br/>
+The king was slily fingered from the deck!<br/>
+You left poor Henry at the Bishop’s palace,<br/>
+And ten to one you’ll meet him in the Tower.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+KING EDWARD.<br/>
+’Tis even so; yet you are Warwick still.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+RICHARD.<br/>
+Come, Warwick, take the time; kneel down, kneel down.<br/>
+Nay, when? Strike now, or else the iron cools.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+WARWICK.<br/>
+I had rather chop this hand off at a blow<br/>
+And with the other fling it at thy face,<br/>
+Than bear so low a sail to strike to thee.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+KING EDWARD.<br/>
+Sail how thou canst, have wind and tide thy friend,<br/>
+This hand, fast wound about thy coal-black hair,<br/>
+Shall, whiles thy head is warm and new cut off,<br/>
+Write in the dust this sentence with thy blood:<br/>
+“Wind-changing Warwick now can change no more.”
+</p>
+
+<p class="scenedesc">Enter <span class="charname">Oxford</span> with drum and colours.</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+WARWICK.<br/>
+O cheerful colours! See where Oxford comes!
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+OXFORD.<br/>
+Oxford, Oxford, for Lancaster!
+</p>
+
+<p class="right">[<i>He and his forces enter the city.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+RICHARD.<br/>
+The gates are open; let us enter too.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+KING EDWARD.<br/>
+So other foes may set upon our backs.<br/>
+Stand we in good array, for they no doubt<br/>
+Will issue out again and bid us battle;<br/>
+If not, the city being but of small defence,<br/>
+We’ll quietly rouse the traitors in the same.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+WARWICK.<br/>
+O, welcome, Oxford, for we want thy help.
+</p>
+
+<p class="scenedesc">Enter <span class="charname">Montague</span> with drum and colours.</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+MONTAGUE.<br/>
+Montague, Montague, for Lancaster!
+</p>
+
+<p class="right">[<i>He and his forces enter the city.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+RICHARD.<br/>
+Thou and thy brother both shall buy this treason<br/>
+Even with the dearest blood your bodies bear.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+KING EDWARD.<br/>
+The harder matched, the greater victory.<br/>
+My mind presageth happy gain and conquest.
+</p>
+
+<p class="scenedesc">Enter <span class="charname">Somerset</span> with drum and colours.</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+SOMERSET.<br/>
+Somerset, Somerset, for Lancaster!
+</p>
+
+<p class="right">[<i>He and his forces enter the city.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+RICHARD.<br/>
+Two of thy name, both Dukes of Somerset,<br/>
+Have sold their lives unto the House of York;<br/>
+And thou shalt be the third if this sword hold.
+</p>
+
+<p class="scenedesc">Enter <span class="charname">George (Duke of Clarence)</span> with drum and colours.</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+WARWICK.<br/>
+And lo, where George of Clarence sweeps along,<br/>
+Of force enough to bid his brother battle;<br/>
+With whom an upright zeal to right prevails<br/>
+More than the nature of a brother’s love.
+</p>
+
+<p class="right">[<i><span class="charname">Richard</span> and
+<span class="charname">George</span> whisper.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+Come, Clarence, come; thou wilt if Warwick call.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+GEORGE.<br/>
+Father of Warwick, know you what this means?
+</p>
+
+<p class="right">[<i>Taking the red rose from his hat and throws the rose at
+<span class="charname">Warwick</span>.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+Look here, I throw my infamy at thee.<br/>
+I will not ruinate my father’s house,<br/>
+Who gave his blood to lime the stones together,<br/>
+And set up Lancaster. Why, trowest thou, Warwick,<br/>
+That Clarence is so harsh, so blunt, unnatural,<br/>
+To bend the fatal instruments of war<br/>
+Against his brother and his lawful King?<br/>
+Perhaps thou wilt object my holy oath.<br/>
+To keep that oath were more impiety<br/>
+Than Jephthah’s when he sacrificed his daughter.<br/>
+I am so sorry for my trespass made<br/>
+That, to deserve well at my brother’s hands,<br/>
+I here proclaim myself thy mortal foe,<br/>
+With resolution, whereso’er I meet thee—<br/>
+As I will meet thee if thou stir abroad—<br/>
+To plague thee for thy foul misleading me.<br/>
+And so, proud-hearted Warwick, I defy thee,<br/>
+And to my brother turn my blushing cheeks.<br/>
+Pardon me, Edward, I will make amends.<br/>
+And, Richard, do not frown upon my faults,<br/>
+For I will henceforth be no more unconstant.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+KING EDWARD.<br/>
+Now, welcome more, and ten times more beloved,<br/>
+Than if thou never hadst deserved our hate.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+RICHARD.<br/>
+Welcome, good Clarence; this is brother-like.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+WARWICK.<br/>
+O passing traitor, perjured and unjust!
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+KING EDWARD.<br/>
+What, Warwick, wilt thou leave the town and fight?<br/>
+Or shall we beat the stones about thine ears?
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+WARWICK.<br/>
+Alas! I am not cooped here for defence!<br/>
+I will away towards Barnet presently<br/>
+And bid thee battle, Edward, if thou dar’st.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+KING EDWARD.<br/>
+Yes, Warwick, Edward dares, and leads the way.<br/>
+Lords, to the field! Saint George and victory!
+</p>
+
+<p class="right">[<i>Exeunt. March. <span class="charname">Warwick</span> and
+his company follows.</i>]</p>
+
+<h3><a name="sceneV_14.2"></a><b>SCENE II. A Field of Battle near Barnet</b></h3>
+
+<p class="scenedesc">Alarum and excursions. Enter <span class="charname">King
+Edward</span> bringing forth <span class="charname">Warwick</span> wounded.</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+KING EDWARD.<br/>
+So, lie thou there. Die thou, and die our fear,<br/>
+For Warwick was a bug that feared us all.<br/>
+Now, Montague, sit fast; I seek for thee,<br/>
+That Warwick’s bones may keep thine company.
+</p>
+
+<p class="right">[<i>Exit.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+WARWICK.<br/>
+Ah, who is nigh? Come to me, friend or foe,<br/>
+And tell me who is victor, York or Warwick?<br/>
+Why ask I that? My mangled body shows,<br/>
+My blood, my want of strength, my sick heart shows<br/>
+That I must yield my body to the earth<br/>
+And, by my fall, the conquest to my foe.<br/>
+Thus yields the cedar to the axe’s edge,<br/>
+Whose arms gave shelter to the princely eagle,<br/>
+Under whose shade the ramping lion slept,<br/>
+Whose top branch overpeered Jove’s spreading tree,<br/>
+And kept low shrubs from winter’s pow’rful wind.<br/>
+These eyes, that now are dimmed with death’s black veil,<br/>
+Have been as piercing as the midday sun,<br/>
+To search the secret treasons of the world;<br/>
+The wrinkles in my brows, now filled with blood,<br/>
+Were likened oft to kingly sepulchres,<br/>
+For who lived King but I could dig his grave?<br/>
+And who durst smile when Warwick bent his brow?<br/>
+Lo, now my glory smeared in dust and blood!<br/>
+My parks, my walks, my manors that I had,<br/>
+Even now forsake me; and of all my lands<br/>
+Is nothing left me but my body’s length.<br/>
+Why, what is pomp, rule, reign, but earth and dust?<br/>
+And live we how we can, yet die we must.
+</p>
+
+<p class="scenedesc">Enter <span class="charname">Oxford</span> and
+<span class="charname">Somerset</span>.</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+SOMERSET.<br/>
+Ah, Warwick, Warwick, wert thou as we are,<br/>
+We might recover all our loss again.<br/>
+The Queen from France hath brought a puissant power;<br/>
+Even now we heard the news. Ah, couldst thou fly!
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+WARWICK.<br/>
+Why, then I would not fly. Ah, Montague!<br/>
+If thou be there, sweet brother, take my hand<br/>
+And with thy lips keep in my soul awhile.<br/>
+Thou lov’st me not; for, brother, if thou didst,<br/>
+Thy tears would wash this cold congealed blood<br/>
+That glues my lips and will not let me speak.<br/>
+Come quickly, Montague, or I am dead.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+SOMERSET.<br/>
+Ah, Warwick, Montague hath breathed his last,<br/>
+And to the latest gasp cried out for Warwick,<br/>
+And said “Commend me to my valiant brother.”<br/>
+And more he would have said, and more he spoke,<br/>
+Which sounded like a cannon in a vault,<br/>
+That mought not be distinguished; but at last<br/>
+I well might hear, delivered with a groan,<br/>
+“O farewell, Warwick!”
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+WARWICK.<br/>
+Sweet rest his soul! Fly, lords, and save yourselves,<br/>
+For Warwick bids you all farewell, to meet in heaven.
+</p>
+
+<p class="right">[<i>He dies.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+OXFORD.<br/>
+Away, away, to meet the Queen’s great power!
+</p>
+
+<p class="right">[<i>Here they bear away his body. Exeunt.</i>]</p>
+
+<h3><a name="sceneV_14.3"></a><b>SCENE III. Another Part of the Field</b></h3>
+
+<p class="scenedesc">Flourish. Enter <span class="charname">King Edward</span>
+in triumph, with <span class="charname">Richard, George</span> and the
+rest.</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+KING EDWARD.<br/>
+Thus far our fortune keeps an upward course,<br/>
+And we are graced with wreaths of victory.<br/>
+But in the midst of this bright-shining day,<br/>
+I spy a black, suspicious, threat’ning cloud<br/>
+That will encounter with our glorious sun<br/>
+Ere he attain his easeful western bed.<br/>
+I mean, my lords, those powers that the Queen<br/>
+Hath raised in Gallia have arrived our coast<br/>
+And, as we hear, march on to fight with us.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+GEORGE.<br/>
+A little gale will soon disperse that cloud<br/>
+And blow it to the source from whence it came;<br/>
+Thy very beams will dry those vapours up,<br/>
+For every cloud engenders not a storm.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+RICHARD.<br/>
+The Queen is valued thirty thousand strong,<br/>
+And Somerset, with Oxford, fled to her.<br/>
+If she have time to breathe, be well assured<br/>
+Her faction will be full as strong as ours.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+KING EDWARD.<br/>
+We are advertised by our loving friends<br/>
+That they do hold their course toward Tewkesbury.<br/>
+We, having now the best at Barnet field,<br/>
+Will thither straight, for willingness rids way;<br/>
+And, as we march, our strength will be augmented<br/>
+In every county as we go along.<br/>
+Strike up the drum! cry “Courage!” and away.
+</p>
+
+<p class="right">[<i>Exeunt.</i>]</p>
+
+<h3><a name="sceneV_14.4"></a><b>SCENE IV. Plains near Tewkesbury</b></h3>
+
+<p class="scenedesc">Flourish. March. Enter <span class="charname">Queen Margaret,
+Prince Edward, Somerset, Oxford</span> and Soldiers.</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+QUEEN MARGARET.<br/>
+Great lords, wise men ne’er sit and wail their loss,<br/>
+But cheerly seek how to redress their harms.<br/>
+What though the mast be now blown overboard,<br/>
+The cable broke, the holding-anchor lost,<br/>
+And half our sailors swallowed in the flood?<br/>
+Yet lives our pilot still. Is ’t meet that he<br/>
+Should leave the helm and, like a fearful lad,<br/>
+With tearful eyes add water to the sea<br/>
+And give more strength to that which hath too much,<br/>
+Whiles in his moan the ship splits on the rock,<br/>
+Which industry and courage might have saved?<br/>
+Ah, what a shame, ah, what a fault were this!<br/>
+Say Warwick was our anchor; what of that?<br/>
+And Montague our topmast; what of him?<br/>
+Our slaughtered friends the tackles; what of these?<br/>
+Why, is not Oxford here another anchor?<br/>
+And Somerset another goodly mast?<br/>
+The friends of France our shrouds and tacklings?<br/>
+And, though unskilful, why not Ned and I<br/>
+For once allowed the skilful pilot’s charge?<br/>
+We will not from the helm to sit and weep,<br/>
+But keep our course, though the rough wind say no,<br/>
+From shelves and rocks that threaten us with wrack.<br/>
+As good to chide the waves as speak them fair.<br/>
+And what is Edward but a ruthless sea?<br/>
+What Clarence but a quicksand of deceit?<br/>
+And Richard but a ragged fatal rock?<br/>
+All these the enemies to our poor bark?<br/>
+Say you can swim: alas, ’tis but a while!<br/>
+Tread on the sand: why, there you quickly sink;<br/>
+Bestride the rock: the tide will wash you off,<br/>
+Or else you famish; that’s a threefold death.<br/>
+This speak I, lords, to let you understand,<br/>
+If case some one of you would fly from us,<br/>
+That there’s no hoped-for mercy with the brothers<br/>
+More than with ruthless waves, with sands, and rocks.<br/>
+Why, courage then! What cannot be avoided<br/>
+’Twere childish weakness to lament or fear.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+PRINCE EDWARD.<br/>
+Methinks a woman of this valiant spirit<br/>
+Should, if a coward heard her speak these words,<br/>
+Infuse his breast with magnanimity<br/>
+And make him, naked, foil a man at arms.<br/>
+I speak not this as doubting any here;<br/>
+For did I but suspect a fearful man,<br/>
+He should have leave to go away betimes,<br/>
+Lest in our need he might infect another<br/>
+And make him of the like spirit to himself.<br/>
+If any such be here, as God forbid!<br/>
+Let him depart before we need his help.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+OXFORD.<br/>
+Women and children of so high a courage,<br/>
+And warriors faint! Why, ’twere perpetual shame.<br/>
+O, brave young Prince, thy famous grandfather<br/>
+Doth live again in thee. Long mayst thou live<br/>
+To bear his image and renew his glories!
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+SOMERSET.<br/>
+And he that will not fight for such a hope,<br/>
+Go home to bed and, like the owl by day,<br/>
+If he arise, be mocked and wondered at.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+QUEEN MARGARET.<br/>
+Thanks, gentle Somerset. Sweet Oxford, thanks.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+PRINCE EDWARD.<br/>
+And take his thanks that yet hath nothing else.
+</p>
+
+<p class="scenedesc">Enter a <span class="charname">Messenger</span>.</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+MESSENGER.<br/>
+Prepare you, lords, for Edward is at hand<br/>
+Ready to fight; therefore be resolute.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+OXFORD.<br/>
+I thought no less. It is his policy<br/>
+To haste thus fast, to find us unprovided.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+SOMERSET.<br/>
+But he’s deceived; we are in readiness.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+QUEEN MARGARET.<br/>
+This cheers my heart, to see your forwardness.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+OXFORD.<br/>
+Here pitch our battle; hence we will not budge.
+</p>
+
+<p class="scenedesc">Flourish and march. Enter <span class="charname">King Edward,
+Richard, George</span> and Soldiers.</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+KING EDWARD.<br/>
+Brave followers, yonder stands the thorny wood<br/>
+Which by the heaven’s assistance and your strength<br/>
+Must by the roots be hewn up yet ere night.<br/>
+I need not add more fuel to your fire,<br/>
+For, well I wot, ye blaze to burn them out.<br/>
+Give signal to the fight, and to it, lords!
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+QUEEN MARGARET.<br/>
+Lords, knights, and gentlemen, what I should say<br/>
+My tears gainsay; for every word I speak<br/>
+Ye see I drink the water of my eye.<br/>
+Therefore, no more but this: Henry, your sovereign,<br/>
+Is prisoner to the foe, his state usurped,<br/>
+His realm a slaughter-house, his subjects slain,<br/>
+His statutes cancelled, and his treasure spent;<br/>
+And yonder is the wolf that makes this spoil.<br/>
+You fight in justice. Then, in God’s name, lords,<br/>
+Be valiant and give signal to the fight.
+</p>
+
+<p class="right">[<i>Alarum, retreat, excursions. Exeunt both armies</i>]</p>
+
+<h3><a name="sceneV_14.5"></a><b>SCENE V. Another part of the Field</b></h3>
+
+<p class="scenedesc">Flourish. Enter <span class="charname">King Edward,
+Richard, George</span> and Soldiers; with <span class="charname">Queen
+Margaret, Oxford</span> and <span class="charname">Somerset</span> as
+prisoners.</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+KING EDWARD.<br/>
+Now here a period of tumultuous broils.<br/>
+Away with Oxford to Hames Castle straight.<br/>
+For Somerset, off with his guilty head.<br/>
+Go, bear them hence; I will not hear them speak.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+OXFORD.<br/>
+For my part, I’ll not trouble thee with words.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+SOMERSET.<br/>
+Nor I, but stoop with patience to my fortune.
+</p>
+
+<p class="right">[<i>Exeunt <span class="charname">Oxford</span> and
+<span class="charname">Somerset</span>, guarded.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+QUEEN MARGARET.<br/>
+So part we sadly in this troublous world,<br/>
+To meet with joy in sweet Jerusalem.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+KING EDWARD.<br/>
+Is proclamation made that who finds Edward<br/>
+Shall have a high reward, and he his life?
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+RICHARD.<br/>
+It is, and lo where youthful Edward comes.
+</p>
+
+<p class="scenedesc">Enter soldiers with <span class="charname">Prince Edward</span>.</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+KING EDWARD.<br/>
+Bring forth the gallant; let us hear him speak.<br/>
+What, can so young a man begin to prick?<br/>
+Edward, what satisfaction canst thou make<br/>
+For bearing arms, for stirring up my subjects,<br/>
+And all the trouble thou hast turned me to?
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+PRINCE EDWARD.<br/>
+Speak like a subject, proud, ambitious York.<br/>
+Suppose that I am now my father’s mouth;<br/>
+Resign thy chair, and where I stand kneel thou,<br/>
+Whilst I propose the selfsame words to thee<br/>
+Which, traitor, thou wouldst have me answer to.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+QUEEN MARGARET.<br/>
+Ah, thy father had been so resolved!
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+RICHARD.<br/>
+That you might still have worn the petticoat<br/>
+And ne’er have stol’n the breech from Lancaster.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+PRINCE EDWARD.<br/>
+Let Aesop fable in a winter’s night;<br/>
+His currish riddle sorts not with this place.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+RICHARD.<br/>
+By heaven, brat, I’ll plague you for that word.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+QUEEN MARGARET.<br/>
+Ay, thou wast born to be a plague to men.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+RICHARD.<br/>
+For God’s sake, take away this captive scold.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+PRINCE EDWARD.<br/>
+Nay, take away this scolding crookback rather.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+KING EDWARD.<br/>
+Peace, wilful boy, or I will charm your tongue.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+GEORGE.<br/>
+Untutored lad, thou art too malapert.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+PRINCE EDWARD.<br/>
+I know my duty; you are all undutiful.<br/>
+Lascivious Edward, and thou perjured George,<br/>
+And thou misshapen Dick, I tell ye all<br/>
+I am your better, traitors as ye are,<br/>
+And thou usurp’st my father’s right and mine.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+KING EDWARD.<br/>
+Take that, the likeness of this railer here.
+</p>
+
+<p class="right">[<i>Stabs him.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+RICHARD.<br/>
+Sprawl’st thou? Take that to end thy agony.
+</p>
+
+<p class="right">[<i>Stabs him.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+GEORGE.<br/>
+And there’s for twitting me with perjury.
+</p>
+
+<p class="right">[<i>Stabs him.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+QUEEN MARGARET.<br/>
+O, kill me too!
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+RICHARD.<br/>
+Marry, and shall.
+</p>
+
+<p class="right">[<i>Offers to kill her.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+KING EDWARD.<br/>
+Hold, Richard, hold; for we have done too much.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+RICHARD.<br/>
+Why should she live to fill the world with words?
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+KING EDWARD.<br/>
+What, doth she swoon? Use means for her recovery.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+RICHARD.<br/>
+Clarence, excuse me to the King my brother.<br/>
+I’ll hence to London on a serious matter.<br/>
+Ere ye come there, be sure to hear some news.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+GEORGE.<br/>
+What? What?
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+RICHARD.<br/>
+The Tower, the Tower!
+</p>
+
+<p class="right">[<i>Exit.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+QUEEN MARGARET.<br/>
+O Ned, sweet Ned, speak to thy mother, boy.<br/>
+Canst thou not speak? O traitors, murderers!<br/>
+They that stabbed Caesar shed no blood at all,<br/>
+Did not offend, nor were not worthy blame,<br/>
+If this foul deed were by to equal it.<br/>
+He was a man; this, in respect, a child,<br/>
+And men ne’er spend their fury on a child.<br/>
+What’s worse than murderer, that I may name it?<br/>
+No, no, my heart will burst an if I speak;<br/>
+And I will speak, that so my heart may burst.<br/>
+Butchers and villains, bloody cannibals!<br/>
+How sweet a plant have you untimely cropped!<br/>
+You have no children, butchers; if you had,<br/>
+The thought of them would have stirred up remorse.<br/>
+But if you ever chance to have a child,<br/>
+Look in his youth to have him so cut off<br/>
+As, deathsmen, you have rid this sweet young prince!
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+KING EDWARD.<br/>
+Away with her; go bear her hence perforce.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+QUEEN MARGARET.<br/>
+Nay, never bear me hence, dispatch me here.<br/>
+Here sheathe thy sword; I’ll pardon thee my death.<br/>
+What, wilt thou not? Then, Clarence, do it thou.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+GEORGE.<br/>
+By heaven, I will not do thee so much ease.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+QUEEN MARGARET.<br/>
+Good Clarence, do; sweet Clarence, do thou do it.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+GEORGE.<br/>
+Didst thou not hear me swear I would not do it?
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+QUEEN MARGARET.<br/>
+Ay, but thou usest to forswear thyself.<br/>
+’Twas sin before, but now ’tis charity.<br/>
+What, wilt thou not? Where is that devil’s butcher, Richard,<br/>
+Hard-favoured Richard? Richard, where art thou?<br/>
+Thou art not here. Murder is thy alms-deed;<br/>
+Petitioners for blood thou ne’er putt’st back.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+KING EDWARD.<br/>
+Away, I say! I charge ye, bear her hence.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+QUEEN MARGARET.<br/>
+So come to you and yours as to this prince!
+</p>
+
+<p class="right">[<i>She is taken out.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+KING EDWARD.<br/>
+Where’s Richard gone?
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+GEORGE.<br/>
+To London all in post, and, as I guess,<br/>
+To make a bloody supper in the Tower.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+KING EDWARD.<br/>
+He’s sudden if a thing comes in his head.<br/>
+Now march we hence. Discharge the common sort<br/>
+With pay and thanks, and let’s away to London<br/>
+And see our gentle Queen how well she fares.<br/>
+By this, I hope, she hath a son for me.
+</p>
+
+<p class="right">[<i>Exeunt.</i>]</p>
+
+<h3><a name="sceneV_14.6"></a><b>SCENE VI. London. The Tower</b></h3>
+
+<p class="scenedesc">Enter <span class="charname">King Henry</span> and <span class="charname">Richard</span>,
+with the <span class="charname">Lieutenant</span> on the walls.</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+RICHARD.<br/>
+Good day, my lord. What, at your book so hard?
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+KING HENRY.<br/>
+Ay, my good lord—my lord, I should say rather.<br/>
+’Tis sin to flatter; “good” was little better:<br/>
+“Good Gloucester” and “good devil” were alike,<br/>
+And both preposterous; therefore, not “good lord”.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+RICHARD.<br/>
+Sirrah, leave us to ourselves; we must confer.
+</p>
+
+<p class="right">[<i>Exit <span class="charname">Lieutenant</span>.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+KING HENRY.<br/>
+So flies the reckless shepherd from the wolf;<br/>
+So first the harmless sheep doth yield his fleece,<br/>
+And next his throat unto the butcher’s knife.<br/>
+What scene of death hath Roscius now to act?
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+RICHARD.<br/>
+Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind;<br/>
+The thief doth fear each bush an officer.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+KING HENRY.<br/>
+The bird that hath been limed in a bush<br/>
+With trembling wings misdoubteth every bush;<br/>
+And I, the hapless male to one sweet bird,<br/>
+Have now the fatal object in my eye<br/>
+Where my poor young was limed, was caught, and killed.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+RICHARD.<br/>
+Why, what a peevish fool was that of Crete<br/>
+That taught his son the office of a fowl!<br/>
+And yet, for all his wings, the fool was drowned.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+KING HENRY.<br/>
+I, Daedalus; my poor boy, Icarus;<br/>
+Thy father, Minos, that denied our course;<br/>
+The sun that seared the wings of my sweet boy,<br/>
+Thy brother Edward; and thyself, the sea<br/>
+Whose envious gulf did swallow up his life.<br/>
+Ah, kill me with thy weapon, not with words!<br/>
+My breast can better brook thy dagger’s point<br/>
+Than can my ears that tragic history.<br/>
+But wherefore dost thou come? Is ’t for my life?
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+RICHARD.<br/>
+Think’st thou I am an executioner?
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+KING HENRY.<br/>
+A persecutor I am sure thou art.<br/>
+If murdering innocents be executing,<br/>
+Why, then thou art an executioner.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+RICHARD.<br/>
+Thy son I killed for his presumption.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+KING HENRY.<br/>
+Hadst thou been killed when first thou didst presume,<br/>
+Thou hadst not lived to kill a son of mine.<br/>
+And thus I prophesy: that many a thousand<br/>
+Which now mistrust no parcel of my fear,<br/>
+And many an old man’s sigh, and many a widow’s,<br/>
+And many an orphan’s water-standing eye,<br/>
+Men for their sons’, wives for their husbands’,<br/>
+Orphans for their parents’ timeless death,<br/>
+Shall rue the hour that ever thou wast born.<br/>
+The owl shrieked at thy birth, an evil sign;<br/>
+The night-crow cried, aboding luckless time;<br/>
+Dogs howled, and hideous tempest shook down trees;<br/>
+The raven rooked her on the chimney’s top,<br/>
+And chatt’ring pies in dismal discord sung;<br/>
+Thy mother felt more than a mother’s pain,<br/>
+And yet brought forth less than a mother’s hope,<br/>
+To wit, an indigested and deformed lump,<br/>
+Not like the fruit of such a goodly tree.<br/>
+Teeth hadst thou in thy head when thou wast born,<br/>
+To signify thou cam’st to bite the world;<br/>
+And, if the rest be true which I have heard,<br/>
+Thou cam’st—
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+RICHARD.<br/>
+I’ll hear no more. Die, prophet, in thy speech.
+</p>
+
+<p class="right">[<i>Stabs him.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+For this, amongst the rest, was I ordained.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+KING HENRY.<br/>
+Ay, and for much more slaughter after this.<br/>
+O God, forgive my sins, and pardon thee!
+</p>
+
+<p class="right">[<i>Dies.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+RICHARD.<br/>
+What, will the aspiring blood of Lancaster<br/>
+Sink in the ground? I thought it would have mounted.<br/>
+See how my sword weeps for the poor King’s death.<br/>
+O, may such purple tears be always shed<br/>
+From those that wish the downfall of our house!<br/>
+If any spark of life be yet remaining,<br/>
+Down, down to hell; and say I sent thee thither—
+</p>
+
+<p class="right">[<i>Stabs him again.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+I that have neither pity, love, nor fear.<br/>
+Indeed, ’tis true that Henry told me of,<br/>
+For I have often heard my mother say<br/>
+I came into the world with my legs forward.<br/>
+Had I not reason, think ye, to make haste<br/>
+And seek their ruin that usurped our right?<br/>
+The midwife wondered, and the women cried<br/>
+“O, Jesus bless us, he is born with teeth!”<br/>
+And so I was, which plainly signified<br/>
+That I should snarl, and bite, and play the dog.<br/>
+Then, since the heavens have shaped my body so,<br/>
+Let hell make crooked my mind to answer it.<br/>
+I have no brother, I am like no brother;<br/>
+And this word “love,” which greybeards call divine,<br/>
+Be resident in men like one another,<br/>
+And not in me. I am myself alone.<br/>
+Clarence, beware; thou keep’st me from the light,<br/>
+But I will sort a pitchy day for thee;<br/>
+For I will buzz abroad such prophecies<br/>
+That Edward shall be fearful of his life;<br/>
+And then, to purge his fear, I’ll be thy death.<br/>
+King Henry and the Prince his son are gone;<br/>
+Clarence, thy turn is next, and then the rest,<br/>
+Counting myself but bad till I be best.<br/>
+I’ll throw thy body in another room,<br/>
+And triumph, Henry, in thy day of doom.
+</p>
+
+<p class="right">[<i>Exit with the body.</i>]</p>
+
+<h3><a name="sceneV_14.7"></a><b>SCENE VII. London. The Palace</b></h3>
+
+<p class="scenedesc">Flourish. Enter <span class="charname">King Edward, Queen
+Elizabeth, George, Richard, Hastings, Nurse</span>, carrying infant
+<span class="charname">Prince Edward</span>, and
+Attendants.</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+KING EDWARD.<br/>
+Once more we sit in England’s royal throne,<br/>
+Repurchased with the blood of enemies.<br/>
+What valiant foemen, like to autumn’s corn,<br/>
+Have we mowed down in tops of all their pride!<br/>
+Three Dukes of Somerset, threefold renowned<br/>
+For hardy and undoubted champions;<br/>
+Two Cliffords, as the father and the son;<br/>
+And two Northumberlands; two braver men<br/>
+Ne’er spurred their coursers at the trumpet’s sound;<br/>
+With them the two brave bears, Warwick and Montague,<br/>
+That in their chains fettered the kingly lion<br/>
+And made the forest tremble when they roared.<br/>
+Thus have we swept suspicion from our seat<br/>
+And made our footstool of security.<br/>
+Come hither, Bess, and let me kiss my boy.<br/>
+Young Ned, for thee thine uncles and myself<br/>
+Have in our armours watched the winter’s night,<br/>
+Went all afoot in summer’s scalding heat,<br/>
+That thou mightst repossess the crown in peace;<br/>
+And of our labours thou shalt reap the gain.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+RICHARD.<br/>
+[<i>Aside</i>.] I’ll blast his harvest, if your head were laid;<br/>
+For yet I am not looked on in the world.<br/>
+This shoulder was ordained so thick to heave,<br/>
+And heave it shall some weight or break my back.<br/>
+Work thou the way, and that shall execute.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+KING EDWARD.<br/>
+Clarence and Gloucester, love my lovely Queen;<br/>
+And kiss your princely nephew, brothers both.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+GEORGE.<br/>
+The duty that I owe unto your Majesty<br/>
+I seal upon the lips of this sweet babe.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+QUEEN ELIZABETH.<br/>
+Thanks, noble Clarence; worthy brother, thanks.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+RICHARD.<br/>
+And, that I love the tree from whence thou sprang’st,<br/>
+Witness the loving kiss I give the fruit.<br/>
+[<i>Aside</i>.] To say the truth, so Judas kissed his master<br/>
+And cried “All hail!” when as he meant all harm.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+KING EDWARD.<br/>
+Now am I seated as my soul delights,<br/>
+Having my country’s peace and brothers’ loves.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+GEORGE.<br/>
+What will your Grace have done with Margaret?<br/>
+Reignier, her father, to the King of France<br/>
+Hath pawned the Sicils and Jerusalem,<br/>
+And hither have they sent it for her ransom.
+</p>
+
+<p class="drama">
+KING EDWARD.<br/>
+Away with her and waft her hence to France.<br/>
+And now what rests but that we spend the time<br/>
+With stately triumphs, mirthful comic shows,<br/>
+Such as befits the pleasure of the court?<br/>
+Sound drums and trumpets! Farewell, sour annoy!<br/>
+For here, I hope, begins our lasting joy.
+</p>
+
+<p class="right">[<i>Exeunt.</i>]</p>
+
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