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The king was slily finger'd from the deck !
K. Edw. "Tis even so; yet you are Warwick still.
War. I had rather chop this hand off at a blow,
Enter OXFORD, with Drum and Colours. War. O cheerful colours ! see, where Oxford comes ! Oxf. Oxford, Oxford, for Lancaster !
[OXFORD and his Forces enter the City. Glo. The gates are open, let us enter too.
K. Edw. So other foes may set upon our backs:
War. O, welcome, Oxford ! for we want thy help.
Enter MONTAGUE, with Drum and Colours. Mont. Montague, Montague, for Lancaster !
[He and his Forces enter the City.
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 !
[He and his Forces enter the City. 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. 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, Clarence, come; thou wilt, if Warwick calls. Clar, Father of Warwick, know you what this means:
[Taking the red Rose out of his Cap. 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, trow'st 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'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;
Glo. Welcome, good Clarence; this is brother-like.
War. Alas, I am not coop'd bere for defence : I will away towards Barnet presently, And bid thee battle, Edward, if thou dar’st. K. Edw. Yes, Warwick, Edward dares, and leads the
way: Lords, to the field ; Saint George, and victory.
SCENE II.-A Field of Battle near Barnet.
Alarums, and Excursions. Enter King EDWARD, bring
ing in WARWICK wounded. K. Edw. So, lie thou there: die thou, and die our
For Warwick was a bug, that fear'd us all.-
War. Ah, who is nigh? come to me, friend or foe,
Enter OXFORD and SOMERSET. Som. 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, could'st thou fly!
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, 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;
War. Sweet rest to his soul !-
[Dies. Oxf. Away, away, to meet the queen's great power!
[Exeunt, bearing off WARWICK's Body.
SCENE III.- Another Part of the Field.
Flourish. Enter King Edward in triumph; with CLA
RENCE, GLOSTER, and the rest. K. Edw. 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,