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A field of battle between Towton and Saxton, in Yorkshire.
[Alarum. Excursions. Enter WARWICK]
WARWICK
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Forspent | with toil,| as run|ners with | a race,
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I lay | me down | a lit|tle while | to breathe:
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For strokes | received,| and ma|ny blows |
repaid,
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Have robbed | my strong-|knit sin/ews of | their
strength,
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And spite | of spite | needs^must | I rest |
awhile.
[Enter EDWARD, running]
EDWARD
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Smile gentle heaven,| or strike | ungent|le
death.
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For this | world^frowns,| and Ed|ward's sun | is
cloud||ed.
WARWICK
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How now | my lord,| what hap?| What hope | of
good?
[Enter GEORGE]
GEORGE
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Our hap | is loss,| our hope | but sad | despair,
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Our ranks | are broke,| and ru|in fol|lows us.
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What couns|el give | you? Whith|er shall | we
fly?
EDWARD
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Bootless | is flight,| they fol|low us | with
wings,
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And weak | we are,| and can|not shun | pursuit.
[Enter RICHARD]
RICHARD
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Ah War|wick, why | hast thou | withdrawn |
thyself?
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Thy broth|er's blood | the thirs|ty earth | hath
drunk,
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Broached with | the stee|ly point | of
Clif|ford's lance:
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And in | the ve|ry pangs | of death,| he cried,
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Like to | a dis|mal clang|or heard | from far,
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Warwick,| revenge;| brother,| revenge | my death.
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So und|erneath | the bel|ly of | their steeds,
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That stained | their fet|locks in | his smok|ing
blood,
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The nob|le gent|leman | gave^up | the ghost.
WARWICK
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Then let | the earth | be drunk|en with | our
blood:
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I'll kill | my horse,| because | I will | not
fly:
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Why stand | we like soft-heart|ed wom|en here,
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Wailing | our los|ses, whiles | the foe | doth
rage,
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And look | upon,| as if | the trag|edy
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Were played | in jest,| by count|erfeit|ing
act||ors.
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Here | on my knee,| I vow | to God | above,
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I'll nev|er pause | again,| never stand still,
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Till eith|er death | hath closed | these eyes |
of mine,
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Or for|tune given | me meas|ure of | revenge.
EDWARD
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Oh War|wick, I | do bend | my knee | with thine,
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And in | this vow | do chain | my soul | to
thine:
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And ere | my knee | rise from the | earth's cold
face,
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I throw | my hands,| mine^eyes,| my heart | to
thee,
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Thou set|ter up | and pluck|er down | of kings:
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Beseech|ing thee |(if with | they will | it
stands)
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That to | my foes | this bo|dy must | be prey,
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Yet that | thy braz|en gates | of heaven | may
ope,
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And give | sweet pas/sage to | my sin|ful soul.
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Now lords,| take^leave | until | we meet | again;
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Wherere | it be,| in heav|en, or | in earth.
RICHARD
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Brother,
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Give me | thy hand,| and gentle
| Warwick,
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Let me | embrace | thee in | my wea|ry arms:
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I that | did^nev|er weep,| now* melt | with woe,
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That wint|er should cut | off our | spring-time
so.
WARWICK
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Away,| away:
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Once^more | sweet* lords |
farewell.
GEORGE
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Yet let | us all | togeth|er to | our troops,
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And give | them leave | to fly,| that will | not
stay:
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And call | them pil|lars that | will stand | to
us:
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And if | we thrive,| promise | them such |
rewards
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As vict|ors wear | at the | Olym|pian games.
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This may | plant cour/age in | their quail|ing
breasts,
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For yet | is hope | of life | and vict|ory:
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Forslow | no* long|er, make | we hence | amain.
[Exeunt]