Edw. His name that valiant duke hath left with thee; His dukedom and his chair with me is left. Rich. Nay, if thou be that princely eagle's bird, March. Enter WARWICK and MONTAGUE, with their War. How now, fair lords! What fare? what news abroad? Rich. 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. Edw. O, Warwick! Warwick! that Plantagenet, War. Ten days ago I drown'd these news in tears; Muster'd my soldiers, gather'd flocks of friends', 3 · with their Army.] We prefer the old stage-directions when they can be used, because they are such as, very possibly, Shakespeare inserted: there seems no reason for substituting, as modern editors have done, "with Forces" for "with their Army," which is just as intelligible. In the same way, and for the same reason, we have preferred, at the opening of this scene," with their Power" to "with their Forces." Muster'd my soldiers, gather'd flocks of friends,] After this line, modern editors have added another, from "The True Tragedy:" "And very well appointed, as I thought," which is not at all necessary to the sense. If we were to adopt this line into the text, we should have no excuse for not inserting many more from the old March'd towards Saint Alban's to intercept the queen, Touching king Henry's oath, and your succession. Edw. Where is the duke of Norfolk, gentle Warwick? 4to., not found in the folio, 1623, which we may presume were rejected by Shakespeare, when he made his alterations in, and additions to "The True Tragedy." - of their HEATED spleen,] So all the old copies, including "The True Tragedy," where the line is found. Modern editors seem to have thought hated a better epithet than "heated." Shakespeare was of a different opinion. 6 Who thunders to his CAPTIVES blood and death,] "The True Tragedy," has captains for "captives." We, of course, adhere to the text of the folio. Lower down, the quarto has idle thrasher for "lazy thrasher," which certainly avoids an awkward repetition of the same word. And when came George from Burgundy to England? War. Some six miles off the duke is with the sol diers; And for your brother, he was lately sent From your kind aunt, duchess of Burgundy, With aid of soldiers to this needful war. Rich. 'Twas odds, belike, when valiant Warwick fled : Oft have I heard his praises in pursuit, But ne'er, till now, his scandal of retire. War. Nor now my scandal, Richard, dost thou hear; For thou shalt know, this strong right hand of mine Were he as famous, and as bold in war, As he is fam'd for mildness, peace, and prayer. Rich. 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. War. Why, therefore Warwick came to seek you out, And therefore comes my brother Montague. And now to London all the crew are gone, May make against the house of Lancaster: With all the friends that thou, brave earl of March, Rich. 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. Edw. Lord Warwick, on thy shoulder will I lean; And he that throws not up his cap for joy, Rich. 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. Edw. Then strike up, drums !-God, and Saint George, for us! 7 Why, Via! to London will we march AMAIN,] "Amain" is derived from "The True Tragedy," 1595, though none of the modern editors notice it. The line is incomplete without "amain," and the quarto and folio in other respects so nearly correspond, in this part of the scene, that we may conclude the word dropped out in the press at the end of the line. 8 And when thou FAIL'ST,] So the folio, 1623, and the other folios: the quarto "True Tragedy," faint'st. Malone reads fall'st. Enter a Messenger. War. How now! what news? Mess. The duke of Norfolk sends you word by me, The queen is coming with a puissant host, And craves your company for speedy counsel. War. 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, and NORTHUMBERLAND, with drums and trumpets. Q. Mar. 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: K. Hen. 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; Clif. My gracious liege, this too much lenity 9 Why then it SORTS:] i. e. It turns out as we desire, or it agrees or assorts with our wishes. The use of the word in this sense is frequent in writers of the time, and afterwards. VOL. V. S |