I haue fought with Penbrooke his followers I le come and tell thee what the ladie Bona saies And so for a while farewell good Duke of Yorke Exeunt some with Edward Cla. What followes now all hithertoo goes well But we must dispatch some letters to France To tell the Queene of our happy fortune And bid hir come with speed to ioine with vs. War I that 's the first thing that we haue to doe And free king Henry from imprisonment And see him seated in his regall throne Come let vs haste awaie and hauing past these cares I le post to Yorke and see how Edward fares Exeunt Omnes Enter Gloster Hastings and sir VVilliam Stanly Glo. Lord Hastings and 〈◊〉 VVilliam Stanly Know that the cause I sent for you is this I looke my brother with a slender traine Should come a hunting in this forrest heere The Bishop of Yorke be friends him much And lets him vse his pleasure in the chase Now I haue priuilie sent him word How I am come with you to rescue him And see where the huntsman and he doth come Enter Edward and a Huntsman Hunts This waie my Lord the deere is gone Edw. No this waie huntsman see where the Keepers stand Now brother and the rest What are you prouided to depart Glo. I I the horse stands at the parke corner Come to Linne and so take shipping into Flanders Edw. Come then Hastings and Stanlie I will Requite your loues Bishop farewell Sheeld thee from Warwikes frowne And praie that I maie repossesse the crowne Now huntsman what will you doe Hunts Marrie my Lord I thinke I had as good Goe with you as tarrie heere to be hangde Edw. Come then le ts awaie with speed Exeunt Omnes Enter the Queene and the Lord Riuers Riuers Tel me good maddam why is your grace So paâ—â—â—onate of late Queen Why brother Riuers heare you not the newes Of that successe king Edward had of late Riu. Whatâ— losse of some pitcht battaile against Warwike Tush feare not faire Queen but cast those cares aside King Edwards noble mind his honours doth display And Warwike maie loose though then he got the day Queen If that were all my griefes were at an end But greater troubles will I â—â—arâ— befall Riu What is he taken prisoner by the foe To the danger of his royall person then Queen I thear 's my griefe king Edward is surprisde And led awaie as prisoner vnto Yorke Riu. The newes is passing strange I must confesse Yet comfort your selfe for Edward hath more friends Then Lancaster at this time must perceiue That some will set him in his throne againe Queen God grant they maie but gentle brother come And let me leane vpon thine arme a while Vntill I come vnto the sanctuaâ—ie There to preserue the fâ—uâ—t within my wombe K. Edwards seed true heire to Englands crowne Exit Enter Edward and Richard and Hastings with a troope of Hollanders Edw. Thus far from Belgia haue we past the seas And marcht from Raunspur hauen vnto Yorke But soft the gates are shut I like not this Rich. Sound vp the drum and call them to the wals Enter the Lord Maire of Yorke vpon the wals Mair My Lords we had notice of your comming And that 's the cause we stand vpon our garde An I shut the gates for to preserue the towne Henry now is king and we are sworne to him Edw. Why my Lord Maire if Henry be your king Edward I am sure at least is Duke of Yorke Mair Truth my Lord we know you for no lesse Edw I craue nothing but my Dukedome Rich. But when the Fox hath gotten in his head Hee le quicklie make the boâ—ie follow after Hast Why my Lord Maire what stand you vpon points Open the gates we are king Henries friends Mair Saie you so then I le open them presentlie Exit Maire Ri. By my â—aith a wise stout captain soone perswaded The Maire opens the dore and bâ—ings the keies in his hand Edw. So my Lord Maire these gates must not be shut But in the time of warre giue me the keies What feare not man for Edward will defend the towne and you despight of all your foes Enter sir Iohn Mountgommery with drumme and souldiers How now Richard who is this Rich. Brother this is sir Iohn Mountgommery A trustie friend vnlesse I be deceâ—ude Edw. Welcome sir Iohn Wherfore come you in armes Sir Iohn To helpe king Edward in this time of stormes As euerie loyall subiect ought to doe Edw. Thankes braue Mountgommery But I onlie claime my Dukedom Vntil iâ— please God to send the rest Sir Iohn Then saâ—e you wel Drum strike vp and let vs March away I came to serue a king and not a Duke Edw. Nay staâ—e sir Iohn and let vs first debate With what security we maie doe this thing Sir Iohn What stand you on debating to be briefe Except you presently proclaime your selfe our king I le hence againe and keepe them backe that come to Succour you why should we fight when You pretend no title Rich Fie brother fie stand you vpon tearmes Resolue your selfe and let vs claime the crowne Edw. I am resolude once more to claime the crowne And win it too or else to loose my life Sir Iohn I now my soueraigne speaketh like himselfe And now will I be Edwards Champion Sound Trumpets for Edward shall be proclaimd Edward the fourth by the grace of God king of England and France and Lord of Ireland and whosoeuer gainsaâ—es king Edwards â—ight by this I challenge him to single sight long liue Edward the fourth All. Long liue Edward the fourth Edw. We thanke you all Lord Maire leade on the waie For this night wee le haâ—bour here in Yorke And then â—s eaâ—â—e as the morning sunne Lâ—ftes vp his beames aboue this hoâ—ison Wee le march to London to meete with VVarwike And pull salâ—e Henry from the Regall throne Exeunt Omnes Enter VVarwike and Clarence with the Crowne and then king Henry and Oxford and Summerset and the yong Earle of Richmond King Thus from the prison to this prince lie seat By Gods great mercies am I brought Againe Clarence and VVarwike doe you Keepe the crowne and gouerue and protect My realme in peace and I will spend the Remnant of my daies to sinnes rebuke And my Creators praise VVar. What answeres Clarence to his soueraignes will Cla. Clarencâ— agrees to what king Henry likes King My Lord of Summerset what prettie Boie is that you seeme to be so carefull of Sum And it please your grace it is youg Henry Earle of Richmond King Henry of Richmond Come hither pretie Ladde If heauenlie powers doe aime aright To my diuining thoughts thou pretie boy Shalt proue this Countries blisse Thy head is made to weare a princelie crowne Thy lookes are all repleat with Maiestie Make much of him my Lords For this is he shall helpe you more Then you are hurt by me Enter one
of Lancaster are marching towards Wakefield To besiedge you in your castell heere Enter sir Iohn and sir Hugh Mortimer Yorke A Gods name let them come Cosen Montague post you hence and boies staie you with me Sir Iohn and sir Hugh Mortemers mine vncles Your welcome to Sandall in an happie houre The armie of the Queene meanes to besiedge vs. Sir Iohn Shee shall not neede my Lorde wee le meete her in the field York What with fiue thousand souldiers vncle Rich. I father with fiue hundred for a need A womans generall what should you feare York Indeed manie braue battels haue I woon In Normandie when as the enimie Hath bin ten to one and why should I now doubt Of the like successe I am resolu'd Come lets goe Edw. Le ts martch awaie I heare their drums Exit Alarmes and then Enter the yong Earle of Rutland and his Tutor Tutor Oh flie my Lord le ts leaue the Castell And flie to Wakefield straight Enter Clifford Rut. O Tutor looke where bloudie Clifford comes Clif. Chaplin awaie thy Priesthood saues thy life As for the brat of that accursed Duke Whose father slew my father he shall die Tutor Oh Clifford spare this tender Lord least Heauen reuenge it on thy head Oh saue his life Clif Soldiers awaie and drag him hence perforce Awaie with the villaine Exit the Chaplein How now what dead alreadie or is it feare that Makes him close his eies I le open them Rut. So lookes the pent vp Lion on the lambe And so he walkes insulting ouer his praie And so he turnes againe to rend his limmes in sunder Oh Clifford kill me with thy sword and Not with such a cruell threatning looke I am too meane a subiect for thy wrath Be thou reuengde on men and let me liue Clif. In vaine thou speakest poore boy my fathers Bloud hath stopt the passage where thy wordes shoulde enter Rut. Then let my fathers blood ope it againe he is a Man and Clifford cope with him Clif. Had I thy brethren here their liues and thine Were not reuenge sufficient for me Or should I dig vp thy forefathers graues And hang their rotten coffins vp in chaines It could not slake mine ire nor case my hart The sight of anie of the house of Yorke Is as a furie to torment my soule Therefore till I root out that curssed line And leaue not one on earth I le liue in hell therefore Rut. Oh let me praie before I take my death To thee I praie Sweet Clifford pittie me Clif. I such pittiâ—â—s my rapiers point affords Rut. I neuer did thee hurt wherefore wilt thou kill mee Clif. Thy father hath Rut. But t was ere I was borne Thou hast one sonne for his sake pittie me Least in reuenge thereof 〈◊〉 God is iust He be as miserablie slaine as I. Oh let me liue in prison all my daies And when I giue occasion of offence Then let me die for now thou hast no cause Clif. No cause Thy Father slew my father therefore Die Plantagenet I come Plantagenet And this thy sonnes bloud cleauing to my blade Shall rust vpon my weapon till thy bloud Congeald with his doe make me wipe off both Exit Alarmes Enter the Duke of Yorke solus Yorke Ah Yorke post to thy castell saue thy life The goale is lost thou house of Lancaster Thrise happie chance is it for thee and thine That heauen abridgde my daies and cals me hence But God knowes what chance hath betide my sonnes But this I know they haue demeand themselues Like men borne to renowne by life or death Three times this daie came Richard to my sight And cried courage Father Victorie or death And twise so oft came Edward to my view With purple Faulchen painted to the hilts In bloud of those whom he had slaâ—ghtered Oh harke I heare the drums No waie to flie No waie to saue my life And heere I staie And heere my life must end Enter the Queene Clifford Northumberland and souldiers Come bloudie Clifford rough Northumberland I dare your quenchlesse â—â—rie to more bloud This is the But and this abides your shot Northum Yeeld to our mercies proud Plantagenet Clif. I to such mercie as his ruthfull arme With downe right paiment lent vnto my father Now Phaeton hath tumbled from his carre And made an euening at the noone tide pricke York My ashes like the Phoenix maie bring forth A bird that will reuenge it on you all And in that hope I cast mine eies to heauen Skorning what ere you can afflict me with Why staie you Lords what multitudes and feare Clif. So cowards fight when they can flie no longer So Doues doe pecke the Rauens piersing tallents So desperate theeues all hopelesse of their liues Breath out inuectiues gainst the officers York Oh Clifford yet bethinke thee once againe And in thy minde orerun my former time And bite thy toung that slaunderst him with cowardise Whose verie looke hath made thee quake â—re this Clif. I will not bandie with thee word for word But buckle with thee blowes twise two for one Queene Hold valiant Clifford for a thousand causes I would prolong the traitors life a while Wrath makes him death speake thou Northumberland Nor. Hold Clifford doe not honour him to much To pricke thy finger though to wound his hart What valure were it when a curre doth grin For one to thrust his hand betweene his teeth When he might spurne him with his foote awaie T is warres prise to take all aduantages And ten to one is no impeach in wanes Fight and take him Cliff I I so striues the Woodcocke with the gin North. So doth the cunnâ—e struggle with the net York So triumphs theeues vpon their conquered Bootie So true men yeeld by robbers ouermatcht North. What will your grace haue done with him Queen Braue warriors Clifford Northumberland Come make him stand vpon thâ—s molehill here That aâ—mde at mountaines with outstâ—etched arme And parted but the shaddow with his hand Was it you that reuelde in our Parlement And made a prechment of your high descent Where are your messe of sonnes to backe you now The wanton Edward and the lâ—stie George Or where is that valiant Crookbackt prodegie Dickey your boy that with his grumbling voice Was wont to cheare his Dad in mutinâ—es Or amongst the rest where is your daâ—â—ing Rutland Looke Yorke I dipt this napkin in the bloud That valiant Clifford with his rapiers point Made isâ—ue from the bosome of thy boy And if thine eâ—es can water for his death I giue thee this to drie thy cheeks with all Alas poore Yorke But that I hate thee much I should lament thy miserable state I prethee greeue to make me merrie Yorke Stamp raue and fret that I maie sing and dance What hath thy fierie hart so parcht thine entrailes That not a teare can fall for Rutlands death Thou wouldst be feede I see to make me sport Yorke cannot speake vnlesle he
kingdome saie For eâ—ther that is thine or else thou wert not his Enter the Earle of Warwike Montague with drum ancient and souldiers War How now faire Lords what sare what newes abroad Rich. Ah Warwike should we report the balefull Nâ—â—â—◠〈◊〉 at each words deliuerance stab poinyardes In our flesh till all were told the words would adde More 〈◊〉 then the wounds Ah valiant Lord the Duke of Yorke is slaine Edw. Ah Warwike Warwike that Plantagenet Which held thee deere I euen an his soules redemption Is by the â—â—â—â—ne L. Clifford done to death War Ten daiâ—s a go I drownd those newes in teares And now to adde more measure to your woes I come to tell you things since then befalne After the bloudie fraie at Wakefield fought Where your braue father breath'd his latest gaspe Tidings as swiflie as the post could runne Was brought me of your losse and his departure I then in London keeper of the King Mustred my souldâ—ers gathered flockes of friends And verie vvell appointed as I thought Marcht to saint Albons to entercept the Queene Bearing the King in my behalfe along For by my scoutes I was aduertised That she was comming with a full intent To dash your late decree in parliament Touching king Henries heires and your succession Short tale to make we at Saint Albons met Our battel 's ioinde and both sides fiercelie fought But whether t was the coldnesse of the king He lookt full gentlie on his warlike Queene That robde my souldiers of their heated spleene Or whether t was report of his successe Or more then common feare of Cliffords rigor Who thunders to his captaines bloud and death I cannot tell But to conclude with truth Their weapons like to lightnings went and came Our souldiers like the might Owles lasie flight Or like an idle thresher with a â—laile Fel gentlie downe as if they smote their friends I cheerd them vp with iustice of the cause With promise of hie paie and great rewardes But all in vaine they had no harts to fight Nor we in them no hope to win the daie So that We fled The king vnto the Queene Lord George your brother Norffolke and my selfe In hast post hast are come to ioine with you For in the marches here we heard you were Making another head to fight againe Edw. Thankes gentle Warwike How farre hence is the Duke with his power And when came George from Burgundie to England War Some fiue miles off the Duke is with his power But as for your brother he was latelie sent From your kind Aunt Duches of Burgundie With aide of souldiers gainst this needfull warre Rich. T was ods belike when valiant Warwike fled Oft haue I heard thy praises in pursute But nere till now thy scandall of retire War Nor now my scandall Richard dost thou heare For thou shalt know that thâ—s right hand of mine Can plucke the Diadem from â—aint Henries head And wring the awefull scepter from his fist Were he as famous and as bold in warre As he is famde for mildnesse peace and praier Rich. I know it well Lord Warwike blame me not T was loue I bare thy glories made me speake But in this troublous time what 's to be done Shall we gothrow away our coates of steele And clad our bodies in blacke mourning gownes Numbring our Auemaries with our beades Or shall we on the helmets of our foes Tell our deuotion with reuengefull armes If for the last saie I and to it Lords War Why therefore Warwike came to find â— you out And therefore comes my brother Montague Attend me Lords the proud insulting Queene With Clifford and the haught Northumberland And of their feather manie mo proud birdes Haue wrought thâ— easie melting king like waxe He sware consent to your succession His oath inrolled in the Parliament But now to London all the crew are gone To frustrate his oath or what besides May make against the house of Lancaster Thâ—iâ— power I gesse them fifty thousand strong Now if the helpe of Norffolke and my selfe Can but amount to 48. thousand With all the friendes that thou braue earle of March Among the louing Welshmen canst procure Why via To London will we march amaine And once againe beâ—â—â—ide our foming steedes And once againe crie charge vpon the foe But neuer once againe turne backe and flâ—e Rich. I now me thinkes I heare great Warwike speake Nere maie he liue to see a sunshine daie That cries râ—tire when Warwike bids him stay Edw. Lord Warwike on thy shoulder will I leane And when thou faints must Edward fall Which perill heauen forefend War No longer Earle of March but Duke of Yorke The next degree is Englands royall king And king of England and shalt thou be proclaimde In euery burrough as we passe along And he that casts not vp his cap for ioie Shall for the offence make forfeit of his head King Edward valiant Richard Montague Stay we no longer dreaming of renowne But forward to effect these resolutions Enâ—er a Messenger Mes The Duke of Norffolke sends you word by me The Queene is comming with a puissant power And craues your companie for speedie councell War Why then it sorts braue Lordes Le ts march away Exeunt Omnes Enter the King and Queene Prince Edward and the Northerne Earles with drum and Souldiers Quee. Welcome my Lord to this braue town of York Yonder 's the head of that ambitious enemie That sought to be impaled with your crowne Doth not the obiect please your eie my Lord King Euen as the rockes please them that feare their wracke Withhold reuenge deare God t is not my fault Nor wittinglie haue I infringde my vow Clif My gratious Lord this too much lenitie And harmefull pittie must be laid aside To whom do Lyons cast their gentle lookes Not to the beast that would vsurpe his den Whose hand is that the sauage Beare doth licke Not his that spoiles his young before his face Whose â—â—apâ—s the lurking serpentes mortall sting Not he that sets his foot vpon her backe The smallest worme will turne being troden on And Doues will pecke in rescue of their broode Ambitious Yorke did leuell at thy Crowne Thou smiling while he knit his angrie browes He but a Duke would haue his sonne a king And raise his issue like a louing sire Thou being a king blest with a goodlie sonne Didst giue consent to disinherit him Which argude thee a most vnnaturall father Vnreasonable creatures feed their yong And though mans face be fearefull to their eies Yet in protect on of their tender ones Who hath not seene them euen with those same wings Which they haue sometime vsde in fearefull flight Make warre with him that climes vnto their nest Offring their owne liues in their yongs defence For shame my Lord make them your president Were it not pittie that this goodlie boy should lose his birth right through his fathers fault And long hereafter saie vnto his child