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  • Title: Henry VI, Part 3 (Octavo 1, 1595)

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    Author: William Shakespeare
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    Henry VI, Part 3 (Octavo 1, 1595)

    Enter Warwike on the walles.
    War. Where is the post that came from valiant Oxford?
    2675How farre hence is thy Lord my honest fellow?
    Oxf post. By this at Daintrie marching hitherward.
    War. Where is our brother Montague?
    Where is the post that came from Montague?
    Post. I left him at Donsmore with his troopes.
    War. Say Summerfield where is my louing son?
    And by thy gesse, how farre is Clarence hence?
    Sommer. At Southham my Lord I left him with
    His force, and doe expect him two houres hence.
    2685War. Then Oxford is at hand, I heare his drum.
    2690Enter Edward and his power.
    Glo. See brother, where the surly Warwike mans the wal.
    War. O vnbid spight, is spotfull Edward come!
    2695Where slept our scouts or how are they seduste,
    That we could haue no newes of their repaire?
    Edw. Now Warwike wilt thou be sorrie for thy faults,
    And call Edward king and he will pardon thee.
    War. Naie rather wilt thou draw thy forces backe?
    Confesse who set thee vp and puld thee downe?
    Call Warwike patron and be penitent,
    And thou shalt still remaine the Duke of Yorke.
    2705Glo. I had thought at least he would haue said the king.
    Or did he make the iest against his will.
    War. Twas Warwike gaue the kingdome to thy brother.
    Edw. Why then tis mine, if but by Warwikes gift.
    E War.
    The Tragedie of Richard D. of
    War. I but thou art no Atlas for so great a waight,
    And weakling, Warwike takes his gift againe,
    2715Henry is my king, Warwike his subiect.
    Edw. I prethe gallant Warwike tell me this,
    What is the bodie when the head is off?
    Glo. Alasse that Warwike had no more foresight,
    2720But whilst he sought to steale the singleten,
    The king was finelie fingerd from the decke?
    You left poore Henry in the Bishops pallace,
    And ten to one you'le meet him in the Tower.
    Edw. Tis euen so, and yet you are olde Warwike still.
    War. O cheerefull colours, see where Oxford comes.
    Enter Oxford with drum and souldiers & al crie,
    Oxf. Oxford, Oxford, for Lancaster. Exit.
    2740Edw. The Gates are open, see they enter in,
    Lets follow them and bid them battaile in the streetes.
    Glo. No, so some other might set vpon our backes,
    Weele staie till all be entered, and then follow them.
    Enter Summerset with drum and souldiers.
    Sum. Summerset, Summerset, for Lancaster. Exit.
    2755Glo. Two of thy name both Dukes of Summerset,
    Haue solde their liues vnto the house of Yorke.
    And thou shalt be the third and my sword hold.
    Enter Montague with drum and souldiers.
    Mont. Montague, Montague, for Lancaster. Exit.
    Edw. Traitorous Montague, thou and thy brother
    Shall deerelie abie this rebellious act.
    Enter Clarence with drum and souldiers.
    War. And loe where George of Clarence sweepes
    2760Along, of power enough to bid his brother battell.
    Cla. Clarence, Clarence, for Lancaster.
    Edw.
    Yorke, and Henrie the Sixt.
    Edw. Et tu Brute, wilt thou stab Caesar too?
    A parlie sirra to George of Clarence.
    Sound a Parlie, and Richard and Clarence whispers to-
    2765gither, and then Clarence takes his red Rose out of his
    hat, and throwes it at Warwike.
    War. Com Clarence come, thou wilt if Warwike call.
    Cla. Father of Warwike, know you what this meanes?
    I throw mine infamie at thee,
    I will not ruinate my fathers house,
    Who gaue his bloud to lime the stones togither,
    And set vp Lancaster. Thinkest thou
    That Clarence is so harsh vnnaturall,
    To lift his sword against his brothers life,
    And so proud harted Warwike I defie thee,
    And to my brothers turne my blushing cheekes?
    Pardon me Edward, for I haue done amisse,
    And Richard doe not frowne vpon me,
    2785For henceforth I will proue no more vnconstant.
    Edw. Welcome Clarence, and ten times more welcome,
    Then if thou neuer hadst deserud our hate.
    Glo. Welcome good Clarence, this is brotherlie.
    War. Oh passing traytor, periurd and vniust.
    2790Edw. Now Warwike, wilt thou leaue
    The towne and fight? or shall we beate the
    Stones about thine eares?
    War. Why I am not coopt vppe heere for defence,
    I will awaie to Barnet presently,
    2795And bid thee battaile Edward if thou darest.
    Edw. Yes Warwike he dares, and leades the waie,
    Lords to the field, saint George and victorie.
    Exeunt Omnes.
    E2. Alarmes,
    The Tragedie of Richard D. of
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