SHAKESPEARE ON DISK. THE THIRD PART OF KING HENRY THE SIXTH. ACT V. SCENE I. [Coventry.] [Enter WARWICK, the MAYOR OF COVENTRY, two MESSENGERS, and others upon the walls.] EARL OF WARWICK. Where is the post that came from valiant Oxford?- 5/1/1 How far hence is thy lord, mine honest fellow? FIRST MESSENGER. By this at Dunsmore, marching hitherward. EARL OF WARWICK. How far off is our brother Montague?- Where is the post that came from Montague? SECOND MESSENGER. By this at Daintry, with a puissant troop. [Enter SIR JOHN SOMERVILLE.] EARL OF WARWICK. Say, Somerville, what says my loving son? And, by thy guess, how nigh is Clarence now? SIR JOHN SOMERVILLE. At Southam I did leave him with his forces, And do expect him here some two hours hence. [Drum 5/1/10 heard.] EARL OF WARWICK. Then Clarence is at hand; I hear his drum. SIR JOHN SOMERVILLE. It is not his, my lord; here Southam lies: The drum your honour hears marcheth from Warwick. EARL OF WARWICK. Who should that be? belike, unlook'd-for friends. SIR JOHN SOMERVILLE. They are at hand, and you shall quickly know. [Enters the city.] [March. Flourish. Enter KING EDWARD, GLOSTER, and SOLDIERS.] KING EDWARD. Go, trumpet, to the walls, and sound a parle. DUKE OF GLOSTER. See how the surly Warwick mans the wall! EARL OF WARWICK. O unbid spite! is sportful Edward come? Where slept our scouts, or how are they seduced, That we could hear no news of his repair? 5/1/20 KING EDWARD. 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. EARL OF WARWICK. 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. DUKE OF GLOSTER. I thought at least he would have said the king; Or did he make the jest against his will? 5/1/30 EARL OF WARWICK. Is not a dukedom, sir, a goodly gift? DUKE OF GLOSTER. Ay, by my faith, for a poor earl to give: I'll do thee service for so good a gift. EARL OF WARWICK. 'Twas I that gave the kingdom to thy brother. KING EDWARD. Why, then, 'tis mine, if but by Warwick's gift. EARL OF WARWICK. Thou art no Atlas for so great a weight: And, weakling, Warwick takes his gift again; And Henry is my king, Warwick his subject. KING EDWARD. But Warwick's king is Edward's prisoner: And, gallant Warwick, do but answer this,- 5/1/40 What is the body when the head is off? DUKE OF GLOSTER. Alas, that Warwick had no more forecast, 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. KING EDWARD. 'Tis even so; yet you are Warwick still. DUKE OF GLOSTER. Come, Warwick, take the time; kneel down, kneel down: Nay, when? strike now, or else the iron cools. EARL OF WARWICK. I had rather chop this hand off at a blow, 5/1/50 And with the other fling it at thy face, Than bear so low a sail, to strike to thee. KING EDWARD. 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.] EARL OF WARWICK. O cheerful colours! see where Oxford comes! EARL OF OXFORD. Oxford, Oxford, for Lancaster! [He and his FORCES enter the city.] DUKE OF GLOSTER. The gates are open, let us enter too. 5/1/60 KING EDWARD. 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 but of small defence, We'll quickly rouse the traitors in the same. EARL OF WARWICK. O, welcome, Oxford! for we want thy help. [Enter MONTAGUE, with drum and colours.] MARQUESS OF MONTAGUE. Montague, Montague, for Lancaster! [He and his FORCES enter the city.] DUKE OF GLOSTER. Thou and thy brother both shall buy this treason Even with the dearest blood your bodies bear. KING EDWARD. The harder match'd, the greater victory: 5/1/70 My mind presageth happy gain and conquest. [Enter SOMERSET, with drum and colours.] DUKE OF SOMERSET. Somerset, Somerset, for Lancaster! [He and his FORCES enter the city.] DUKE OF GLOSTER. 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.] EARL OF WARWICK. 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 call. 5/1/80 [Sound a parley; and RICHARD and CLARENCE whisper together, and then CLARENCE takes his red rose out of his hat and throws it at WARWICK.] DUKE OF CLARENCE. Father of Warwick, know you what this means? Look here, I throw my infamy at thee: I will not ruinate my father's house, Who have 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 5/1/90 Than Jephtha's, when he sacrificed 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 misleading me. And so, proud-hearted Warwick, I defy thee, And to my brother turn my blushing cheeks.- Pardon me, Edward, I will make amends; 5/1/100 And, Richard, do not frown upon my faults, For I will henceforth be no more unconstant. KING EDWARD. Now welcome more and ten times more beloved Than if thou never hadst deserved our hate. DUKE OF GLOSTER. Welcome, good Clarence; this is brother-like. EARL OF WARWICK. O passing traitor, perjured and unjust! KING EDWARD. What, Warwick, wilt thou leave the town, and fight? Or shall we beat the stones about thine ears? EARL OF WARWICK. Alas, I am not coop'd here for defence! I will away towards Barnet presently, 5/1/110 And bid thee battle, Edward, if thou darest. KING EDWARD. Yes, Warwick, Edward dares, and leads the way.- Lords, to the field; Saint George and victory! [Exeunt KING EDWARD and his COMPANY. March. WARWICK and his COMPANY follow.] SCENE II. [A field of battle near Barnet.] [Alarums and excursions. Enter KING EDWARD, bringing forth WARWICK, wounded.] KING EDWARD. So, lie thou there: die thou, and die our fear; 5/2/1 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.] EARL OF WARWICK. 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, That I must yield my body to the earth, And, by my fall, the conquest to my foe. 5/2/10 Thus yields the cedar to the axe's edge, Whose arms gave shelter to the princely eagle, Under whose shade the ramping lion slept, Whose top-branch overpeer'd Jove's spreading tree, And kept low shrubs from winter's powerful wind. These eyes, that now are dimm'd with death's black veil, Have been as piercing as the mid-day sun, To search the secret treasons of the world: The wrinkles in my brows, now fill'd with blood, Were liken'd oft to kingly sepulchres; 5/2/20 For who lived king, but I could dig his grave? And who durst smile when Warwick bent his brow? Lo, now my glory smear'd in dust and blood! My parks, my walks, my manors that I had, Even now forsake me; and of all my lands Is nothing left me but my body's length! Why, what is pomp, rule, reign, but earth and dust? And, live we how we can, yet die we must. [Enter OXFORD and SOMERSET.] DUKE OF SOMERSET. Ah, Warwick, Warwick! wert thou as we are, We might recover all our loss again: 5/2/30 The queen from France hath brought a puissant power; Even now we heard the news: ah, couldst thou fly! EARL OF WARWICK. 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 awhile! Thou lovest me not; for, brother, if thou didst, Thy tears would wash this cold congealed blood, That glues my lips and will not let me speak. Come quickly, Montague, or I am dead. DUKE OF SOMERSET. Ah, Warwick! Montague hath breath'd his last; 5/2/40 And to the latest gasp cried out for Warwick, And said, "Commend me to my valiant brother." And more he would have said; and more he spoke, Which sounded like a clamour in a vault, That mought not be distinguish'd; but at last I well might hear, deliver'd with a groan, "O, farewell, Warwick!" EARL OF WARWICK. Sweet rest his soul!- Fly, lords, and save yourselves. For Warwick bids you all farewell, to meet in heaven. [Dies.] EARL OF OXFORD. Away, away, to meet the queen's great power! [Here they 5/2/50 bear away his body. Exeunt.] SCENE III. [Another part of the field.] [Flourish. Enter KING EDWARD in triumph; with GLOSTER, CLARENCE, and the rest.] KING EDWARD. Thus far our fortune keeps an upward course, 5/3/1 And we are graced with wreaths of victory. But, in the midst of this bright-shining day, I spy a black, suspicious, threatening cloud, That will encounter with our glorious sun Ere he attain his easeful western bed: I mean, my lords, those powers that the queen Hath raised in Gallia have arrived our coast, And, as we hear, march on to fight with us. DUKE OF CLARENCE. A little gale will soon disperse that cloud, 5/3/10 And blow it to the source from whence it came: Thy very beams will dry those vapours up; For every cloud engenders not a storm. DUKE OF GLOSTER. The queen is valued thirty thousand strong, And Somerset, with Oxford, fled to her: If she have time to breathe, be well assured Her faction will be full as strong as ours. KING EDWARD. We are advertised by our loving friends That they do hold their course toward Tewksbury: We, having now the best at Barnet field, 5/3/20 Will thither straight, for willingness rids way; And, as we march, our strength will be augmented In every county as we go along.- Strike up the drum; cry, "Courage!" and away. [Exeunt.] SCENE IV. [Plains near Tewksbury.] [Flourish. March. Enter QUEEN MARGARET, PRINCE OF WALES, SOMERSET, OXFORD, and SOLDIERS.] QUEEN MARGARET. Great lords, wise men ne'er sit and wail their loss, 5/4/1 But cheerly seek how to redress their harms. What though the mast be now blown overboard, The cable broke, the holding-anchor lost, And half our sailors swallow'd in the flood? Yet lives our pilot still: is't meet that he Should leave the helm, and, like a fearful lad, With tearful eyes add water to the sea, And give more strength to that which hath too much; Whiles, in his moan, the ship splits on the rock, 5/4/10 Which industry and courage might have saved? Ah, what a shame! ah, what a fault were this! Say Warwick was our anchor; what of that? And Montague our topmast; what of him? Our slaughter'd friends the tackles; what of these? Why, is not Oxford here another anchor? And Somerset another goodly mast? The friends of France our shrouds and tacklings? And, though unskilful, why not Ned and I For once allow'd the skilful pilot's charge? 5/4/20 We will not from the helm to sit and weep; But keep our course, though the rough wind say no, From shelves and rocks that threaten us with wrack. As good to chide the waves as speak them fair. And what is Edward but a ruthless sea? What Clarence but a quicksand of deceit? And Richard but a ragged fatal rock? All these the enemies to our poor bark. Say you can swim,- alas, 'tis but awhile! Tread on the sand,- why, there you quickly sink; 5/4/30 Bestride the rock,- the tide will wash you off, Or else you famish; that's a threefold death. This speak I, lords, to let you understand, If case some one of you would fly from us, That there's no hoped-for mercy with the brothers, More than with ruthless waves, with sands, and rocks. Why, courage, then! what cannot be avoided 'Twere childish weakness to lament or fear. PRINCE OF WALES. Methinks a woman of this valiant spirit Should, if a coward heard her speak these words, 5/4/40 Infuse his breast with magnanimity, And make him naked foil a man-at-arms. I speak not this as doubting any here; For did I but suspect a fearful man, He should have leave to go away betimes; Lest in our need he might infect another, And make him of like spirit to himself. If any such be here,- as God forbid!- Let him depart before we need his help. EARL OF OXFORD. Women and children of so high a courage, 5/4/50 And warriors faint! why, 'twere perpetual shame.- O brave young prince! thy famous grandfather Doth live again in thee: long mayst thou live To bear his image and renew his glories! DUKE OF SOMERSET. 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 MARGARET. Thanks, gentle Somerset;- sweet Oxford, thanks. PRINCE OF WALES. And take his thanks that yet hath nothing else. [Enter a MESSENGER.] MESSENGER. Prepare you, lords; for Edward is at hand, 5/4/60 Ready to fight; therefore be resolute. EARL OF OXFORD. I thought no less: it is his policy To haste thus fast, to find us unprovided. DUKE OF SOMERSET. But he's deceived; we are in readiness. QUEEN MARGARET. This cheers my heart, to see your forwardness. EARL OF OXFORD. Here pitch our battle; hence we will not budge. [Flourish and march. Enter KING EDWARD, GLOSTER, CLARENCE, and FORCES.] KING EDWARD. Brave followers, yonder stands the thorny wood, Which, by the heavens' assistance and your strength, Must by the roots be hewn up yet ere night. I need not add more fuel to your fire, 5/4/70 For well I wot ye blaze to burn them out: Give signal to the fight, and to it, lords. QUEEN MARGARET. Lords, knights, and gentlemen, what I should say My tears gainsay; for every word I speak, Ye see, I drink the water of mine eyes. Therefore, but no more but this:- Henry, your sovereign, Is prisoner to the foe; his state usurp'd, His realm a slaughter-house, his subjects slain, His statutes cancell'd, and his treasure spent; And yonder is the wolf that makes this spoil. 5/4/80 You fight in justice: then, in God's name, lords, Be valiant, and give signal to the fight. [Alarum. Retreat. Excursions. Exeunt.] SCENE V. [Another part of the field.] [Flourish. Enter KING EDWARD, GLOSTER, CLARENCE, and SOLDIERS; with QUEEN MARGARET, OXFORD, and SOMERSET, prisoners.] KING EDWARD. Lo, here a period of tumultuous broils. 5/5/1 Away with Oxford to Hames Castle straight: For Somerset, off with his guilty head. Go, bear them hence; I will not hear them speak. EARL OF OXFORD. For my part, I'll not trouble thee with words. DUKE OF SOMERSET. Nor I, but stoop with patience to my fortune. [Exeunt OXFORD and SOMERSET, guarded.] QUEEN MARGARET. So part we sadly in this troublous world To meet with joy in sweet Jerusalem. KING EDWARD. Is proclamation made, that who finds Edward Shall have a high reward, and he his life? 5/5/10 DUKE OF GLOSTER. It is: and lo, where youthful Edward comes! [Enter SOLDIERS, with PRINCE OF WALES.] KING EDWARD. Bring forth the gallant, let us hear him speak. What! can so young a thorn begin to prick?- Edward, what satisfaction canst thou make For bearing arms, for stirring up my subjects, And all the trouble thou hast turn'd me to? PRINCE OF WALES. Speak like a subject, proud ambitious York! Suppose that I am now my father's mouth; Resign thy chair, and where I stand kneel thou, Whilst I propose the selfsame words to thee, 5/5/20 Which, traitor, thou wouldst have me answer to. QUEEN MARGARET. Ah, that thy father had been so resolved! DUKE OF GLOSTER. That you might still have worn the petticoat, And ne'er have stol'n the breech from Lancaster. PRINCE OF WALES. Let Aesop fable in a winter's night; His currish riddles sort not with this place. DUKE OF GLOSTER. By heaven, brat, I'll plague ye for that word. QUEEN MARGARET. Ay, thou wast born to be a plague to men. DUKE OF GLOSTER. For God's sake, take away this captive scold. PRINCE OF WALES. Nay, take away this scolding crook-back rather. 5/5/30 KING EDWARD. Peace, wilful boy, or I will charm your tongue. DUKE OF CLARENCE. Untutor'd lad, thou art too malapert. PRINCE OF WALES. I know my duty; you are all undutiful: Lascivious Edward,- and thou, perjured George,- And thou, mis-shapen Dick,- I tell ye all I am your better, traitors as ye are;- And thou usurp'st my father's right and mine. KING EDWARD. Take that, thou likeness of this railer here. [Stabs him.] DUKE OF GLOSTER. Sprawl'st thou? take that, to end thy agony. [Stabs him.] DUKE OF CLARENCE. And there's for twitting me with perjury. [Stabs him.] 5/5/40 QUEEN MARGARET. O, kill me too! DUKE OF GLOSTER. Marry, and shall. [Offers to kill her.] KING EDWARD. Hold, Richard, hold; for we have done too much. DUKE OF GLOSTER. Why should she live, to fill the world with words? KING EDWARD. What, doth she swoon? use means for her recovery. DUKE OF GLOSTER. Clarence, excuse me to the king my brother; I'll hence to London on a serious matter: Ere ye come there, be sure to hear some news. DUKE OF CLARENCE. What? what? DUKE OF GLOSTER. The Tower, man, the Tower!- I'll root 'em out. [Exit.] 5/5/50 QUEEN MARGARET. O Ned, sweet Ned! speak to thy mother, boy! Canst thou not speak? O traitors! murderers! They that stabb'd Caesar shed no blood at all, Did not offend, nor were not worthy blame, If this foul deed were by to equal it: He was a man; this, in respect, a child,- And men ne'er spend their fury on a child. What's worse than murderer, that I may name it? No, no, my heart will burst, an if I speak: And I will speak, that so my heart may burst. 5/5/60 Butchers and villains! bloody cannibals! How sweet a plant have you untimely cropp'd! You have no children, butchers! if you had, The thought of them would have stirr'd up remorse: But if you ever chance to have a child, Look in his youth to have him so cut off As, deathsmen, you have rid this sweet young prince! KING EDWARD. Away with her; go, bear her hence perforce. QUEEN MARGARET. Nay, never bear me hence, dispatch me here; Here sheathe thy sword, I'll pardon thee my death: 5/5/70 What, wilt thou not?- then, Clarence, do it thou. DUKE OF CLARENCE. By heaven, I will not do thee so much ease. QUEEN MARGARET. Good Clarence, do; sweet Clarence, do thou do it. DUKE OF CLARENCE. Didst thou not hear me swear I would not do it? QUEEN MARGARET. Ay, but thou usest to forswear thyself: 'Twas sin before, but now 'tis charity. What, wilt thou not?- Where is that devil's butcher, Hard-favour'd Richard?- Richard, where art thou? Thou art not here: murder is thy alms-deed; Petitioners for blood thou ne'er putt'st back. 5/5/80 KING EDWARD. Away, I say; I charge ye, bear her hence. QUEEN MARGARET. So come to you and yours, as to this prince! [Exit, led out forcibly.] KING EDWARD. Where's Richard gone? DUKE OF CLARENCE. To London, all in post; and, as I guess, To make a bloody supper in the Tower. KING EDWARD. He's sudden, if a thing comes in his head. Now march we hence: discharge the common sort With pay and thanks, and let's away to London, And see our gentle queen how well she fares,- By this, I hope, she hath a son for me. [Exeunt.] 5/5/90 SCENE VI. [London. The Tower.] [Enter KING HENRY and GLOSTER, with the LIEUTENANT, on the walls.] DUKE OF GLOSTER. Good day, my lord. What, at your book so hard? 5/6/1 KING HENRY. Ay, my good lord:- my lord, I should say rather; 'Tis sin to flatter; "good" was little better: "Good Gloster" and "good devil" were alike, And both preposterous; therefore, not "good lord." DUKE OF GLOSTER. Sirrah, leave us to ourselves: we must confer. [Exit LIEUTENANT.] KING HENRY. So flies the reckless shepherd from the wolf; So first the harmless sheep doth yield his fleece, And next his throat unto the butcher's knife.- What scene of death hath Roscius now to act? 5/6/10 DUKE OF GLOSTER. Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind; The thief doth fear each bush an officer. KING HENRY. The bird that hath been limed in a bush, With trembling wings misdoubteth every bush; And I, the hapless male to one sweet bird, Have now the fatal object in my eye Where my poor young was limed, was caught, and kill'd. DUKE OF GLOSTER. Why, what a peevish fool was that of Crete, That taught his son the office of a fowl! And yet, for all his wings the fool was drown'd. 5/6/20 KING HENRY. I, Daedalus; my poor boy, Icarus; Thy father, Minos, that denied our course; The sun, that sear'd the wings of my sweet boy, Thy brother Edward; and thyself, the sea, Whose envious gulf did swallow up his life. Ah, kill me with thy weapon, not with words! My breast can better brook thy dagger's point Than can my ears that tragic history. But wherefore dost thou come? is't for my life? DUKE OF GLOSTER. Think'st thou I am an executioner? 5/6/30 KING HENRY. A persecutor, I am sure, thou art: If murdering innocents be executing, Why, then thou art an executioner. DUKE OF GLOSTER. Thy son I kill'd for his presumption. KING HENRY. Hadst thou been kill'd when first thou didst presume, Thou hadst not lived to kill a son of mine. And thus I prophesy,- that many a thousand, Which now mistrust no parcel of my fear, And many an old man's sigh and many a widow's, And many an orphan's water-standing eye- 5/6/40 Men for their sons, wives for their husbands' fate, And orphans for their parents' timeless death- Shall rue the hour that ever thou wast born. The owl shriek'd at thy birth,- an evil sign; The night-crow cried, aboding luckless time; Dogs howl'd, and hideous tempest shook down trees; The raven rook'd her on the chimney's top, And chattering pies in dismal discord sung. Thy mother felt more than a mother's pain, And yet brought forth less than a mother's hope,- 5/6/50 An indigested and deformed lump, Not like the fruit of such a goodly tree. Teeth hadst thou in thy head when thou wast born, To signify thou camest to bite the world: And, if the rest be true which I have heard, Thou camest- DUKE OF GLOSTER. I'll hear no more: die, prophet, in thy speech: [Stabs him.] For this, amongst the rest, was I ordain'd. KING HENRY. Ay, and for much more slaughter after this. O, God forgive my sins, and pardon thee! [Dies.] 5/6/60 DUKE OF GLOSTER. What, will the aspiring blood of Lancaster Sink in the ground? I thought it would have mounted. See how my sword weeps for the poor king's death! O, may such purple tears be alway shed From those that wish the downfall of our house! If any spark of life be yet remaining, Down, down to hell; and say I sent thee thither, [Stabs him again.] I, that have neither pity, love, nor fear. Indeed, 'tis true that Henry told me of; For I have often heard my mother say 5/6/70 I came into the world with my legs forward: Had I not reason, think ye, to make haste, And seek their ruin that usurp'd our right? The midwife wonder'd; and the women cried, "O, Jesus bless us, he is born with teeth!" And so I was; which plainly signified That I should snarl, and bite, and play the dog. Then, since the heavens have shaped my body so, Let hell make crook'd my mind to answer it. I have no brother, I am like no brother; 5/6/80 And this word "love," which greybeards call divine, Be resident in men like one another, And not in me: I am myself alone.- Clarence, beware; thou keep'st me from the light: But I will sort a pitchy day for thee; For I will buzz abroad such prophecies, That Edward shall be fearful of his life; And then, to purge his fear, I'll be thy death. King Henry and the prince his son are gone: Clarence, thy turn is next, and then the rest; 5/6/90 Counting myself but bad till I be best.- I'll throw thy body in another room, And triumph, Henry, in thy day of doom. [Exit with the body.] SCENE VII. [London. The palace.] [Flourish. Enter KING EDWARD, QUEEN ELIZABETH, GLOSTER, CLARENCE, HASTINGS, a NURSE with the young PRINCE, and ATTENDANTS.] KING EDWARD. Once more we sit in England's royal throne, 5/7/1 Re-purchased with the blood of enemies. What valiant foemen, like to autumn's corn, Have we mow'd down in tops of all their pride! Three Dukes of Somerset, threefold renown'd For hardy and undoubted champions; Two Cliffords, as the father and the son; And two Northumberlands,- two braver men Ne'er spurr'd their coursers at the trumpet's sound; With them, the two brave bears, Warwick and Montague, 5/7/10 That in their chains fetter'd the kingly lion, And made the forest tremble when they roar'd. Thus have we swept suspicion from our seat, And made our footstool of security.- Come hither, Bess, and let me kiss my boy. Young Ned, for thee, thine uncles and myself Have in our armours watch'd the winter's night; Went all afoot in summer's scalding heat, That thou mightst repossess the crown in peace: And of our labours thou shalt reap the gain. 5/7/20 DUKE OF GLOSTER [aside]. I'll blast his harvest, if your head were laid; For yet I am not look'd on in the world. This shoulder was ordain'd so thick to heave; And heave it shall some weight, or break my back:- Work thou the way,- and thou shalt execute. KING EDWARD. Clarence and Gloster, love my lovely queen; And kiss your princely nephew, brothers both. DUKE OF CLARENCE. The duty that I owe unto your majesty I seal upon the lips of this sweet babe. QUEEN ELIZABETH. Thanks, noble Clarence; worthy brother, thanks. 5/7/30 DUKE OF GLOSTER. And, that I love the tree from whence thou sprang'st, Witness the loving kiss I give the fruit.- [aside] To say the truth, so Judas kiss'd his Master, And cried, "All hail!" whenas he meant all harm. KING EDWARD. Now am I seated as my soul delights, Having my country's peace and brothers' loves. DUKE OF CLARENCE. What will your Grace have done with Margaret? Reignier, her father, to the king of France Hath pawn'd the Sicils and Jerusalem, And hither have they sent it for her ransom. 5/7/40 KING EDWARD. Away with her, and waft her hence to France. And now what rests, but that we spend the time With stately triumphs, mirthful comic shows, Such as befits the pleasure of the court? Sound drums and trumpets! farewell sour annoy! For here, I hope, begins our lasting joy. [Exeunt.] ACT V. END.