Henry VI, Part 3 (Folio 1, 1623)
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The third Part of Henry the Sixt.
¶And Mountague our Top-Mast: what of him?
¶Why is not Oxford here, another Anchor?
¶The friends of France our Shrowds and Tacklings?
¶And though vnskilfull, why not Ned and I,
¶For once allow'd the skilfull Pilots Charge?
¶We will not from the Helme, to sit and weepe,
¶From Shelues and Rocks, that threaten vs with Wrack.
¶As good to chide the Waues, as speake them faire.
¶What Clarence, but a Quick-sand of Deceit?
2910And Richard, but a raged fatall Rocke?
¶All these, the Enemies to our poore Barke.
¶Say you can swim, alas 'tis but a while:
¶Tread on the Sand, why there you quickly sinke,
¶That there's no hop'd-for Mercy with the Brothers,
2920Why courage then, what cannot be auoided,
¶Prince. Me thinkes a Woman of this valiant Spirit,
2925And make him, naked, foyle a man at Armes.
¶I speake not this, as doubting any here:
¶He should haue leaue to goe away betimes,
¶Least in our need he might infect another,
¶If any such be here, as God forbid,
¶Let him depart, before we neede his helpe.
¶And Warriors faint, why 'twere perpetuall shame.
2935Oh braue young Prince: thy famous Grandfather
¶Doth liue againe in thee; long may'st thou liue,
¶To beare his Image, and renew his Glories.
¶Goe home to Bed, and like the Owle by day,
2940If he arise, be mock'd and wondred at.
¶ Prince. And take his thankes, that yet hath nothing
¶else.
¶
Enter a Messenger.
2945Mess. Prepare you Lords, for Edward is at hand,
¶Readie to fight: therefore be resolute.
¶ Oxf. Here pitch our Battaile, hence we will not budge.
¶
Flourish, and march. Enter Edward, Richard,
¶Clarence, and Souldiers.
¶Must by the Roots be hew'ne vp yet ere Night.
¶I need not adde more fuell to your fire,
¶For well I wot, ye blaze, to burne them out:
¶Giue signall to the fight, and to it Lords.
¶Ye see I drinke the water of my eye.
¶Therefore no more but this: Henry your Soueraigne
¶And yonder is the Wolfe, that makes this spoyle.
¶You fight in Iustice: then in Gods Name, Lords,
¶Be valiant, and giue signall to the fight.
¶
Flourish. Enter Edward, Richard, Queene, Clarence,
¶Oxford, Somerset.
¶Edw. Now here a period of tumultuous Broyles.
2975For Somerset, off with his guiltie Head.
¶Goe beare them hence, I will not heare them speake.
¶Oxf. For my part, Ile not trouble thee with words.
¶
Exeunt._
¶ Edw. Is Proclamation made, That who finds Edward,
¶Shall haue a high Reward, and he his Life?
¶Rich. It is, and loe where youthfull Edward comes.
2985
Enter the Prince.
¶What? can so young a Thorne begin to prick?
¶For bearing Armes, for stirring vp my Subiects,
2990And all the trouble thou hast turn'd me to?
¶ Prince. Speake like a Subiect, prowd ambitious Yorke.
¶Suppose that I am now my Fathers Mouth,
¶Rich. By Heauen, Brat, Ile plague ye for that word.
3005rather.
¶ Edw. Peace wilfull Boy, or I will charme your tongue.
¶Clar. Vntutor'd Lad, thou art too malapert.
¶Prince. I know my dutie, you are all vndutifull:
¶Lasciuious Edward, and thou periur'd George,
3010And thou mis-shapen Dicke, I tell ye all,
¶I am your better, Traytors as ye are,
¶
Stabs him._
¶
Rich. stabs him._
¶Clar. And ther's for twitting me with periurie.
¶
Clar. stabs him._
¶Qu. Oh, kill me too.
¶ Edw. Hold, Richard, hold, for we haue done too much.
Rich. Why
