[Enter WARWICK, the Mayor of Coventry, two Messengers,]
[p]and others upon the walls]
- Earl of Warwick. Where is the post that came from valiant Oxford?
How far hence is thy lord, mine honest fellow?
- Earl of Warwick. How far off is our brother Montague?
Where is the post that came from Montague?
[Enter SIR JOHN SOMERVILLE]
- Earl of Warwick. Say, Somerville, what says my loving son?
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And, by thy guess, how nigh is Clarence now?
- Duke/Earl of Somerset. At Southam I did leave him with his forces,
And do expect him here some two hours hence.
[Drum heard]
- Duke/Earl of Somerset. It is not his, my lord; here Southam lies:
The drum your honour hears marcheth from Warwick.
- Duke/Earl of Somerset. They are at hand, and you shall quickly know.
[March: flourish. Enter KING EDWARD IV, GLOUCESTER,]
2610 and soldiers]
- Earl of Warwick. O unbid spite! is sportful Edward come?
Where slept our scouts, or how are they seduced,
2615 That we could hear no news of his repair?
- King Edward IV (Plantagenet). 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.
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- Earl of Warwick. Nay, rather, wilt thou draw thy forces hence,
Confess who set thee up and pluck'd thee own,
Call Warwick patron and be penitent?
And thou shalt still remain the Duke of York.
- 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 IV (Plantagenet). But Warwick's king is Edward's prisoner:
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And, gallant Warwick, do but answer this:
What is the body when the head is off?
- Richard III (Duke of Gloucester). 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!
2640 You left poor Henry at the Bishop's palace,
And, ten to one, you'll meet him in the Tower.
- Earl of Warwick. I had rather chop this hand off at a blow,
And with the other fling it at thy face,
Than bear so low a sail, to strike to thee.
- King Edward IV (Plantagenet). Sail how thou canst, have wind and tide thy friend,
This hand, fast wound about thy coal-black hair
2650 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]
[He and his forces enter the city]
- King Edward IV (Plantagenet). So other foes may set upon our backs.
Stand we in good array; for they no doubt
2660 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.
[Enter MONTAGUE with drum and colours]
[He and his forces enter the city]
[Enter SOMERSET, with drum and colours]
[He and his forces enter the city]
- Richard III (Duke of Gloucester). Two of thy name, both Dukes of Somerset,
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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;
2680 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.
- George Plantagenet (Duke of Clarence). Father of Warwick, know you what this means?
[Taking his red rose out of his hat]
2685 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,
2690 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 Jephthah's, when he sacrificed his daughter.
2695 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—
2700 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:
And, Richard, do not frown upon my faults,
2705 For I will henceforth be no more unconstant.
- Earl of Warwick. Alas, I am not coop'd here for defence!
I will away towards Barnet presently,
And bid thee battle, Edward, if thou darest.
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- King Edward IV (Plantagenet). 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]
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