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The third Part of King Henry the Sixt. Against his Brother, and his lawfull King. Perhaps thou wilt obiect my holy Oath:
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To keepe that Oath, were more impietie, Then Iephah, when he sacrific'd his Daughter. I am so sorry for my Trespas made, That to deserue well at my Brothers hands, I here proclayme my selfe thy mortall foe:
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With resolution, wheresoe're I meet thee, (As I will meet thee, if thou stirre abroad) To plague thee, for thy foule mis‑leading me. And so, prowd‑hearted Warwicke, I defie thee, And to my Brother turne my blushing Cheekes.
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Pardon me Edward, I will make amends: And Richard, doe not frowne vpon my faults, For I will henceforth be no more vnconstant.
Edw. Now welcome more, and ten times more belou'd, Then if thou neuer hadst deseru'd our hate. Rich.
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Welcome good Clarence, this is Brother‑like.
Warw. Oh passing Traytor, periur'd and vniust. Edw. What Warwicke, Wilt thou leaue the Towne, and fight? Or shall we beat the Stones about thine Eares? Warw.
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Alas, I am not coop'd here for defence: I will away towards Barnet presently, And bid thee Battaile, Edward, if thou dar'st.
Edw. Yes Warwicke, Edward dares, and leads the way: Lords to the field: Saint George, and Victorie. Exeunt. March. Warwicke and his companie followes.
[Act 5, Scene 2] Alarum, and Excursions. Enter Edward bringing forth Warwicke wounded. Edw.
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So, lye thou there: dye thou, and dye our feare, For Warwicke was a Bugge that fear'd vs all. Now Mountague sit fast, I seeke for thee, That Warwickes Bones may keepe thine companie.
Exit. Warw. Ah, who is nigh? come to me, friend, or foe,
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And tell me who is Victor, Yorke, or Warwicke? Why aske I that? my mangled body shewes, My blood, my want of strength, my sicke heart shewes, That I must yeeld my body to the Earth, And by my fall, the conquest to my foe.
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Thus yeelds the Cedar to the Axes edge, Whose Armes gaue shelter to the Princely Eagle, Vnder whose shade the ramping Lyon slept, Whose top‑branch ouer‑peer'd Ioues spreading Tree, And kept low Shrubs from Winters pow'rfull Winde.
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These Eyes, that now are dim'd with Deaths black Veyle, Haue beene as piercing as the Mid‑day Sunne, To search the secret Treasons of the World: The Wrinckles in my Browes, now fill'd with blood, Were lik'ned oft to Kingly Sepulchers:
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For who liu'd King, but I could digge his Graue? And who durst smile, when Warwicke bent his Brow? Loe, now my Glory smear'd in dust and blood. My Parkes, my Walkes, my Mannors that I had, Euen now forsake me, and of all my Lands,
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Is nothing left me, but my bodies length. Why, what is Pompe, Rule, Reigne, but Earth and Dust? And liue we how we can, yet dye we must.
Enter Oxford and Somerset. Som. Ah Warwicke, Warwicke, wert thou as we are, We might recouer all our Losse againe:

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The Queene from France hath brought a puissant power. Euen now we heard the newes: ah, could'st thou flye.
Warw. Why then I would not flye. Ah Mountague, If thou be there, sweet Brother, take my Hand, And with thy Lippes keepe in my Soule a while.
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Thou lou'st me not: for, Brother, if thou didst, Thy teares would wash this cold congealed blood, That glewes my Lippes, and will not let me speake. Come quickly Mountague, or I am dead.
Som. Ah Warwicke, Mountague hath breath'd his last,
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And to the latest gaspe, cry'd out for Warwicke: And said, Commend me to my valiant Brother. And more he would haue said, and more he spoke, Which sounded like a Cannon in a Vault, That mought not be distinguisht: but at last,
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I well might heare, deliuered with a groane, Oh farewell Warwicke.
Warw. Sweet rest his Soule: Flye Lords, and saue your selues, For Warwicke bids you all farewell, to meet in Heauen. Oxf.
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Away, away, to meet the Queenes great power.
Here they beare away his Body. Exeunt.
[Act 5, Scene 3] Flourish. Enter King Edward in triumph, with Richard, Clarence, and the rest. King. Thus farre our fortune keepes an vpward course, And we are grac'd with wreaths of Victorie: But in the midst of this bright‑shining Day; I spy a black suspicious threatning Cloud,
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That will encounter with our glorious Sunne, Ere he attaine his easefull Westerne Bed: I meane, my Lords, those powers that the Queene Hath rays'd in Gallia, haue arriued our Coast, And, as we heare, march on to fight with vs.
Clar.
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A little gale will soone disperse that Cloud, And blow it to the Source from whence it came, Thy very Beames will dry those Vapours vp, For euery Cloud engenders not a Storme.
Rich. The Queene is valued thirtie thousand strong,
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And Somerset, with Oxford, fled to her: If she haue time to breathe, be well assur'd Her faction will be full as strong as ours.
King. We are aduertis'd by our louing friends, That they doe hold their course toward Tewksbury.
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We hauing now the best at Barnet field, Will thither straight, for willingnesse rids way, And as we march, our strength will be augmented: In euery Countie as we goe along, Strike vp the Drumme, cry courage, and away.
Exeunt.
[Act 5, Scene 4] Flourish. March. Enter the Queene, young Edward, Somerset, Oxford, and Souldiers. Qu.
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Great Lords, wise men ne'r sit and waile their losse, But chearely seeke how to redresse their harmes. What though the Mast be now blowne ouer‑boord, The Cable broke, the holding‑Anchor lost, And halfe our Saylors swallow'd in the flood?
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Yet liues our Pilot still. Is't meet, that hee Should leaue the Helme, and like a fearefull Lad, With tearefull Eyes adde Water to the Sea, And giue more strength to that which hath too much, Whiles in his moane, the Ship splits on the Rock,
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Which Industrie and Courage might haue sau'd? Ah what a shame, ah what a fault were this. Say Warwicke was our Anchor: what of that ? q3 And

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[Act 5, Scene 4] Flourish. March. Enter the Queene, young Edward, Somerset, Oxford, and Souldiers. Qu.
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Great Lords, wise men ne'r sit and waile their losse, But chearely seeke how to redresse their harmes. What though the Mast be now blowne ouer‑boord, The Cable broke, the holding‑Anchor lost, And halfe our Saylors swallow'd in the flood?
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Yet liues our Pilot still. Is't meet, that hee Should leaue the Helme, and like a fearefull Lad, With tearefull Eyes adde Water to the Sea, And giue more strength to that which hath too much, Whiles in his moane, the Ship splits on the Rock,
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Which Industrie and Courage might haue sau'd? Ah what a shame, ah what a fault were this. Say Warwicke was our Anchor: what of that ? And Mountague our Top‑Mast: what of him? Our slaught'red friends, the Tackles: what of these?
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Why is not Oxford here, another Anchor? And Somerset, another goodly Mast? The friends of France our Shrowds and Tacklings? And though vnskilfull, why not Ned and I, For once allow'd the skilfull Pilots Charge?
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We will not from the Helme, to sit and weepe, But keepe our Course (though the rough Winde say no) From Shelues and Rocks, that threaten vs with Wrack. As good to chide the Waues, as speake them faire. And what is Edward, but a ruthlesse Sea?
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What Clarence, but a Quick‑sand of Deceit? And 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,
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Bestride the Rock, the Tyde will wash you off, Or else you famish, that's a three‑fold Death. This speake I (Lords) to let you vnderstand, If case some one of you would flye from vs, That there's no hop'd‑for Mercy with the Brothers,
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More then with ruthlesse Waues, with Sands and Rocks. Why courage then, what cannot be auoided, 'Twere childish weakenesse to lament, or feare.
Prince. Me thinkes a Woman of this valiant Spirit, Should, if a Coward heard her speake these words,
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Infuse his Breast with Magnanimitie, And make him, naked, foyle a man at Armes. I speake not this, as doubting any here: For did I but suspect a fearefull man, He should haue leaue to goe away betimes,
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Least in our need he might infect another, And make him of like spirit to himselfe. If any such be here, as God forbid, Let him depart, before we neede his helpe.
Oxf. Women and Children of so high a courage,
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And Warriors faint, why 'twere perpetuall shame. Oh braue young Prince: thy famous Grandfather Doth liue againe in thee; long may'st thou liue, To beare his Image, and renew his Glories.
Som. And he that will not fight for such a hope,
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Goe home to Bed, and like the Owle by day, If he arise, be mock'd and wondred at.
Qu. Thankes gentle Somerset, sweet Oxford thankes. Prince. And take his thankes, that yet hath nothing else. Enter a Messenger. Mess. Prepare you Lords, for Edward is at hand,
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Readie to fight: therefore be resolute.
Oxf. I thought no lesse: it is his Policie, To haste thus fast, to finde vs vnprouided. Som. But hee's deceiu'd, we are in readinesse. Qu. This cheares my heart, to see your forwardnesse. Oxf.
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Here pitch our Battaile, hence we will not budge.
Flourish, and march. Enter Edward, Richard, Clarence, and Souldiers. Edw. Braue followers, yonder stands the thornie Wood, Which by the Heauens assistance, and your strength, Must by the Roots be hew'ne vp yet ere Night. I need not adde more fuell to your fire,
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For well I wot, ye blaze, to burne them out: Giue signall to the fight, and to it Lords.
Qu. Lords, Knights, and Gentlemen, what I should say, My teares gaine‑say: for euery word I speake, Ye see I drinke the water of my eye.
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Therefore no more but this: Henry your Soueraigne Is Prisoner to the Foe, his State vsurp'd, His Realme a slaughter‑house, his Subiects slaine, His Statutes cancell'd, and his Treasure spent: And yonder is the Wolfe, that makes this spoyle.
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You fight in Iustice: then in Gods Name, Lords, Be valiant, and giue signall to the fight.
Alarum, Retreat, Excursions. Exeunt.
 

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