The lamb will never cease to follow him. [Shout within. A Lancafter! a Lancafter!" Exe. Hark, hark, my Lord, what fhouts are these? Enter King Edward, and his Soldiers. K. Edw. Seize on the fhame-fac'd Henry, bear him hence, And once again proclaim us King of England. 2 Shout within. A Lancaster!] Surely the fhouts that ushered king Edward fhould be a York, a York. I fuppofe the authour [Exeunt did not write the marginal directions, and the players con founded the characters. ACT ACT V. SCENE I Before the Town of Coventry. Enter Warwick, the Mayor of Coventry, two Mef fengers and others, upon the walls. W WARWICK. HERE is the Poft, that came from valiant How far hence is thy Lord, mine honest fellow? Enter Somerville. War. Say, Somerville, what fays my loving fon? And by thy guess how nigh is Clarence now? Somerv. At Southam I did leave him with his forces, And do expect him here fome two hours hence. War. Then Clarence is at hand, I hear his drum. Somerv. It is not his, my Lord; here Southam lies. The drum your Honour hears, marcheth from Warwick. War. Who fhould that be? belike, unlook'd for friends. Somerv. They are at hand, and you shall quickly know. March. Flourish. Enter King Edward, Gloucester, and Soldiers. K. Edw. Go, trumpet to the walls, and found a parle. Glo. Glo. See how the furly Warwick mans the wall. War. Oh, unbid fpight! is fportful Edward come? Where slept our fcouts, or how are they feduc'd, That we could hear no news of his repair? K. Edw. Now, Warwick, wilt thou ope the citygates, Speak gentle words, and humbly bend thy knee, War. Nay, rather, wilt thou draw thy forces hence, And thou fhalt still remain the Duke of York. Glo. I thought, at least, he would have faid the King; Or did he make the jeft against his will? War. Is not a Dukedom, Sir, a goodly gift? Glo. Ay, by my faith, for a poor Earl to give ; I'll do thee fervice for fo good a gift. War. 'Twas I that gave the Kingdom to thy brother. K. Edw. Why, then 'tis mine, if but by Warwick's gift. War. Thou art no Atlas for fo great a weight, And, Weakling, Warwick takes his gift again; And Henry is my King, Warwick his fubject. K. Edw. But Warwick's King is Edward's prifoner; And, gallant Warwick, do but answer this, What is the body when the head is off? Glo. Alas! that Warwick had no more fore-cast, Nay, when? Strike now, or else the iron cools. And And with the other fling it at thy face, Than bear fo low a fail, to ftrike to thee. K. Edw. Sail, how thou canft; have wind and tide thy friend; This hand faft wound about thy coal-black hair Enter Oxford, with drum and colours. War. O chearful colours! fee, where Oxford comes! Glo. The gates are open, let us enter too. War. O, welcome, Oxford! for we want thy help. Enter Montague, with drum and colours. Mont. Montague! Montague! for Lancaster! Glo. Thou and thy brother both, fhall buy this treafon Ev'n with the dearest blood your bodies bear. K. Edw. The harder match'd, the greater victory; My mind prefageth happy gain and conquest. Enter Somerset, with drum and colours. Som. Somerfet! Somerfet! for Lancafter; Enter Enter Clarence, with drum and colours. War. And lo! where George of Clarence fweeps along, Of force enough to bid his brother battle, With whom an upright zeal to right prevails Come Clarence, come; thou wilt, if Warwick call[A Parley is founded; Richard and Clarence whisper together; and then Clarence takes his red rofe out of his hat, and throws it at Warwick.] 3 Cla. Father of Warwick, know you what this means? 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, That, to deferve well at my brother's hands, 3 A Parley is founded, &c.] This Note of Direction I reftored from the old Quarto. And, without it, it is impoffible that any Reader can guefs at the Meaning of this Line of Cla rence; VOL. V. Look, here, I throw my Infamy at Thee. THEOBALD. to lime the ftones] That is, to cement the ftones. Lime makes mortar. + Blunt.] Stupid, infenfible of paternal fondnefs. P And |