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Henry VI, Part 3 - Act 5, scene 2
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Navigate this workHenry VI, Part 3 - Act 5, scene 2
Act 5, scene 2
At the battle of Barnet, King Edward brings in a wounded Warwick and leaves him to his death. Lancastrian lords find Warwick as he dies, and they prepare to join Queen Margaret and the newly arrived French forces.Alarum and excursions. Enter ⌜King⌝ Edward,
⌜wearing the white rose,⌝ bringing forth Warwick,
⌜wearing the red rose,⌝ wounded.
2567 So, lie thou there. Die thou, and die our fear,
2568 For Warwick was a bug that feared us all.
2569 Now, Montague, sit fast. I seek for thee,
2570 That Warwick’s bones may keep thine company.
2571 5 Ah, who is nigh? Come to me, friend or foe,
2572 And tell me who is victor, York or Warwick?
2573 Why ask I that? My mangled body shows,
2574 My blood, my want of strength, my sick heart shows
2575 That I must yield my body to the earth
2576 10 And, by my fall, the conquest to my foe.
2577 Thus yields the cedar to the axe’s edge,
2578 Whose arms gave shelter to the princely eagle,
2579 Under whose shade the ramping lion slept,
2580 Whose top branch overpeered Jove’s spreading tree
2581 15 And kept low shrubs from winter’s pow’rful wind.
2582 These eyes, that now are dimmed with death’s black
2584 Have been as piercing as the midday sun
2585 To search the secret treasons of the world.
2586 20 The wrinkles in my brows, now filled with blood,
2587 Were likened oft to kingly sepulchers,
2588 For who lived king but I could dig his grave?
2589 And who durst smile when Warwick bent his brow?
2590 Lo, now my glory smeared in dust and blood!
2591 25 My parks, my walks, my manors that I had
2592 Even now forsake me; and of all my lands
2593 Is nothing left me but my body’s length.
2594 Why, what is pomp, rule, reign, but earth and dust?
2595 And live we how we can, yet die we must.
Enter Oxford and Somerset, ⌜both wearing the red rose.⌝
2596 30 Ah, Warwick, Warwick, wert thou as we are,
2597 We might recover all our loss again.
2598 The Queen from France hath brought a puissant
2600 Even now we heard the news. Ah, could’st thou fly—
2601 35 Why, then, I would not fly. Ah, Montague,
p. 2272602 If thou be there, sweet brother, take my hand
2603 And with thy lips keep in my soul awhile.
2604 Thou lov’st me not, for, brother, if thou didst,
2605 Thy tears would wash this cold congealèd blood
2606 40 That glues my lips and will not let me speak.
2607 Come quickly, Montague, or I am dead.
2608 Ah, Warwick, Montague hath breathed his last,
2609 And to the latest gasp cried out for Warwick,
2610 And said “Commend me to my valiant brother.”
2611 45 And more he would have said, and more he spoke,
2612 Which sounded like a cannon in a vault,
2613 That mought not be distinguished, but at last
2614 I well might hear, delivered with a groan,
2615 “O, farewell, Warwick.”
2616 50 Sweet rest his soul! Fly, lords, and save yourselves,
2617 For Warwick bids you all farewell to meet in heaven.
2618 Away, away, to meet the Queen’s great power!
Here they bear away his body. They exit.