March. Flourish. Enter King EDWARD, GLOSTER, and Soldiers.

K. Edw. Go, trumpet, to the walls, and sound a parle.

Glo. See, how the surly Warwick mans the wall. War. Oh, unbid spight! is sportful Edward come? Where slept our scouts, or how are they seduc'd, That we could hear no news of his repair?

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K. Edw. 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.

War.

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.

Glo. I thought, at least he would have said-the

king;

Or did he make the jest against his will?

War. Is not a dukedom, sir, a goodly gift?.

Glo. Ay, by my faith, for a poor earl to give ;

I'll do thee service for so good a gift.

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War. 'Twas I, that gave the kingdom to thy bro

ther.

K. Edw. Why, then 'tis mine, if but by Warwick's

gift.

War.

War. Thou art no Atlas for so great a weight: And, weakling, Warwick takes his gift again; And Henry is my king, Warwick his subject.

K. Edw. But Warwick's king is Edward's prisoner: And, gallant Warwick, do but answer thisWhat is the body, when the head is off?

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Glo. Alas, that Warwick had no more fore-cast,
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.
K. Edw. 'Tis even so; yet you are Warwick still.
Glo. Come, Warwick, take the time, kneel down,
kneel down.

Nay, when strike now, or else the iron cools.
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And with the other fling it at thy face,

Than bear so low a sail, to strike to thee.

K. Edw. 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.

War. O cheerful colours ! see, where Oxford

comes !

Oxf. Oxford, Oxford, for Lancaster!

Glo. The gates are open, let us enter too.

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K. Edw.

K. Edw. 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 of small defence,

We'll quickly rouze the traitors in the same.

War. O, welcome, Oxford! for we want thy help.

Enter MONTAGUE, with Drum and Colours.

Mont. Montague, Montague, for Lancaster!
Glo. Thou and thy brother both shall buy this

treason

Even with the dearest blood your bodies bear.

K. Edw. The harder match'd, the greater victory; My mind presageth happy gain, and conquest.

Enter SOMERSET, with Drum and Colours.

Som. Somerset, Somerset, for Lancaster ! Glo. 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,

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War. 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 :-

Come,

Come, Clarence, come; thou wilt, if Warwick calls. [A Parley is sounded; RICHARD and CLARENCE Whisper together; and then CLARENCE takes his red Rose out of his Hat, and throws it at WAR

WICK.

Clar. Father of Warwick, know you what this

means?

Look here, I throw my infamy at thee:

I will not ruinate my father's house,

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Who gave his blood to lime the stones together,
And set up Lancaster. Why, trow'st thou, Warwick,
That Clarence is so harsh, so blunt, unnatural,

To bend the fatal instruments of war

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Against his brother, and his lawful king?
Perhaps, thou wilt object my holy oath :
To keep that oath, were more impiety
Than Jepthah's 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, wheresoe'er I meet thee
(As I will meet thee, if thou stir abroad),
To plague thee for thy foul mis-leading 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.
K. Edw. Now welcome more, and ten times more

belov'd,

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Than

Than if thou never hadst deserv'd our hate.

Glo. Welcome, good Clarence; this is brother-like.
War. O passing traitor, perjur'd, and unjust!
K. Edw. What, Warwick, wilt thou leave the
town, and fight?

Or shall we beat the stones about thine ears?
War. Alas, I am not coop'd here for defence:

I will away towards Barnet presently,
And bid thee battle, Edward, if thou dar'st.

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K. Edw. Yes, Warwick, Edward dares, and leads the way :

Lords, to the field; saint George, and victory!

[Exeunt.

March. WARWICK and his Company follow.

SCENE II.

A Field of Battle near Barnet.

Alarum and Excursions.

Enter EDWARD, bringing forth WARWICK wounded.

K. Edw. 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.

War. 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,

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That