War. 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, 150 That glews my lips, and will not let me speak. Come quickly, Montague, or I am dead. Som. Ah, Warwick, Montague hath breath'd his last; And to the latest gasp, cry'd out for Warwick, War. Sweet rest his soul! 160 Fly, lords, and save yourselves; for Warwick bids You all farewel, to meet in heaven. [Dies. Oxf. Away, away, to meet the queen's great power! [They bear away his Body, and Exeunt. SCENE III. Another Part of the Field. Flourish. Enter King EDWARD in Triumph; with GLOSTER, CLARENCE, and the Rest. K, Edw. Thus far our fortune keeps an upward course, L And And we are grac'd with wreaths of victory. Clar. A little gale will soon disperse that cloud, 170 Glo. The queen is valu'd thirty thousand strong, And Somerset, with Oxford, fled to her; If she have time to breathe, be well assur'd, Her faction will be full as strong as ours. 180 K. Edw. We are advertis'd by our loving friends, That they do hold their course towards Tewksbury: We, having now the best at Barnet field, Will thither straight, For willingness rids way; Strike up the drum; cry-Courage! and away. SCENE W. Tewksbury. March. Enter the Queen, Prince of WALES, SOMERSET, OXFORD, and Soldiers. Queen. 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 over-board, 190 And give more strength to that which hath too much; Our slaughter'd friends the tackles; What of these? The friends of France our shrouds and tacklings? 209 As good to chide the waves, as speak them fair. 220 Say, you can swim; alas, 'tis but a while: Why, courage, then! what cannot be avoided, Prince. Methinks, a woman of this valiant spirit, Should, if a coward heard her speak these words, Infuse his breast with magnanimity, And make him, naked, foil a man at arms. I speak not this, as doubting any here: Let him depart, before we need his help. 230 Oxf. Women and children of so high a courage! And warriors faint! why, 'twere perpetual shame.Oh, brave young prince! thy famous grandfather Doth Doth live again in thee; Long may'st thou live, 241 To bear his image, and renew his glories! Som. And he, that will not fight for such a hope, Go home to bed, and, like the owl by day, ' If he arise, be mock'd and wonder'd at. Queen. Thanks, gentle Somerset ;-sweet Oxford, thanks. Prince. And take his thanks, that yet hath nothing else. Enter a Messenger. Mess. Prepare you, lords, for Edward is at hand, 、 Ready to fight; therefore be resolute. Oxf. I thought no less: it is his policy, To haste thus fast, to find us unprovided. Som. But he's deceiv'd, we are in readiness. 250 Queen. This cheers my heart, to see your forward ness. Oxf. Here pitch our battle, hence we will not budge. March. Enter King EDWARD, GLOSTER, CLARENCE, and Soldiers, on the other Side of the Stage. K. Edw. 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 ; Liij 269 Queen. |