To see this sight, it irks my very soul.- Clif. My gracious liege, this too much lenity The smallest worm will turn, being trodden on; Thou smiling, while he knit his angry brows: Which argued thee a most unloving father. Who hath not seen them (even with those wings Should lose his birthright by his father's fault? Ah, what a shame were this! Look on the boy; To hold thine own, and leave thine own with him. Bat, Clifford, tell me, didst thou never hear,- VOL. IV. E Than in possession any jot of pleasure. Q. Mar. 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; Unsheath your sword, and dub him presently.. Edward, kneel down. K. Hen. Edward Plantagenet, arise a knight; And learn this lesson,-Draw thy sword in right. Prince. 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. Clif. Why, that is spoken like a toward prince. Enter a MESSENger. Mess. 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. Clif. I would, your highness would depart the field; The queen hath best success when you are absent. Q. Mar. Ay, good, my lord, and leave us to our fortune. K. Hen. Why, that's my fortune too; therefore I'll stay. North. Be it with resolution then to fight. Prince. My royal father, cheer these noble lords, And hearten those that fight in your defence: Unsheath your sword, good father; cry St. George! March.-Enter EDWARD, GEORGE, RICHARD, WARWICK, NORFOLK, MONTAGUE, and Soldiers. Edw. Now, perjured Henry! Wilt thou kneel for grace, And set thy diadem upon my head; Q. Mar. Go rate thy minions, proud insulting boy! Becomes it thee to be thus bold in terms, Before thy sovereign, and thy lawful king? Edw. I am his king, and he should bow his knee; I was adopted heir by his consent: * i. e. Arrange your host, put your host in order. Since when, his oath is broke; for, as I hear, To blot out me, and put his own son in. Clif. And reason too; 5 Who should succeed the father, but the son? Rich. Are you there, butcher?-O, I cannot speak. Clif. Ay, crook-back; here I stand, to answer thee, Or any he the proudest of thy sort. Rich. Twas you, that kill'd young Rutland, was it not? Clif. Ay, and old York, and yet not satisfied. Rich. For God's sake, lords, give signal to the fight. War. What say'st thou, Henry, wilt thou yield Q. Mar. Why, how now, long-tongued Warwick! When you and I niet at St. Albans last, Your legs did better service than your hands. War. Then 'twas my turn to fly, and now 'tis thine. thence. North. No, nor your manhood, that durst make you stay. Rich. Northumberland, I hold thee reverently!Break off the parle; for scarce I can refrain The execution of my big-swollen heart Upon that Clifford, that cruel child-killer. Clif. I slew thy father: call'st thou him a child? Rich. Ay, like a dastard, and a treacherous coward, As thou didst kill our tender brother Rutland ; But, ere sun-set, I'll make thee curse the deed. K. Hen. Have done with words, my lords, and hear me speak. Q. Mar. Defy them then, or else hold close thy lips. K. Hen. I pr'ythee, give no limits to my tongue; I am a king, and privileged to speak. Clif. My liege, the wound, that bred this meeting Cannot be cured by words; therefore be still. It is my firm persuasion. Edw. 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. War. If thou deny, their blood upon thy head; For York in justice puts his armour on. Prince. If that be right, which Warwick says is right, There is no wrong, but every thing is right. Rich. Whoever got thee, there thy mother stands; For, well I wot, thou hast thy mother's tongue. Q. Mar. But thou art neither like thy sire, nor dam; But like a foul misshapen stigmatic, Mark'd by the destinies to be avoided, (As if a channel should be call'd the sea,) Shamest thou not, knowing whence thou art extraught, To let thy tongue detects thy base-born heart? Edw. A wisp of straw were worth a thousand crowns, To make this shameless callet | know herself.- And tamed the king, and made the dauphin stoop; Had slipp'd our claim until another age. * One branded by nature. Gilt is a superficial covering of gold. To shew thy meanness of birth by the indecent railing. Drab. Ti. e. A cuckold. Geo. 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, Since thou deny'st the gentle king to speak.- Q. Mar. Stay, Edward. Edw. No, wrangling woman; we'll no longer stay: These words will cost ten thousand lives to day. [Exeunt. SCENE III-A Field of Battle between Towton and Saxton in Yorkshire.. Alarums: Excursions.-Enter WARWICK. War. 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 robb'd my strong-knit sinews of their strength, And, spite of spite, needs must 1 rest a while. Enter EDWARD, running. Edw. Smile, gentle heaven! or strike, ungentle death! For this world frowns, and Edward's sun is clouded. War. How now, my lord? What hap? What hope of good? Enter GEORGE. Geo. 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? Edw. Bootless is flight, they follow us with wings; And weak we are, and cannot shun pursuit. Enter RICHARD. Rich. 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, |