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A field of battle near Barnet.
[Alarum and excursions. Enter KING EDWARD IV, bringing forth WARWICK
wounded]
KING EDWARD IV
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So*, lie | thou there:| die thou,| and die | our
fear,
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For War|wick was | a bug | that feared | us all.
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Now Mont|ague | sit fast,| I seek | for thee,
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That War|wick's bones | may keep |
thine^comp|any.
[Exit]
WARWICK
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Ah, who | is nigh?| Come to | me, friend,| or
foe,
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And tell | me who | is vic|tor, York,| or
Warwick?
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Why^ask | I that?| My mang|led bo|dy shows,
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My blood,| my want | of strength,| my sick heart
shows.
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That I | must yield | my bo|dy to | the earth,
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And by | my fall,| the con|quest^to | my foe.
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Thus yields | the ced|ar to | the axe|'s edge,
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Whose^arms | gave shelt/er to the | princely |
eagle,
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Under | whose^shade | the ramp|ing li|on slept,
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Whose^top | branch over|peered Jove's spread|ing
tree,
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And kept low shrubs | from wint|er's power|ful
wind.
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These^eyes,| that now^are | dimmed with | death's
black veil, ??
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Have been | as pier/cing as the | mid-day sun,
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To search | the sec|ret treas|ons of | the world:
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The wrink|les in | my brows,| now* filled | with
blood,
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Were lik|ened oft | to king|ly sep|ulchres:
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For who lived king,| but I | could dig | his
grave?
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And who | durst^smile,| when War|wick bent | his
brow?
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Lo*, now | my glo|ry smeared | in dust | and blood.
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My parks,| my walks,| my man|ors that | I had,
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Even now | forsake | me; and | of all | my lands,
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Is noth|ing left | me, but | my bo|dy's length.
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Why, what is | pomp, rule, reign,| but earth |
and dust?
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And live | we how | we can,| yet die | we must.
[Enter OXFORD and SOMERSET]
SOMERSET
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Ah War|wick, War|wick, wert | thou as | we are,
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We might | recov|er all | our loss | again:
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The queen | from France | hath brought | a
puis|sant power.
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Even now | we heard | the news:| ah, couldst |
thou fly.
WARWICK
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Why* then | I would / not fly.| Ah Mont|ague,
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If thou | be there,| sweet* broth|er, take | my
hand,
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And with | thy lips | keep^in | my soul | awhile.
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Thou lovst | me not:| for, broth|er, if | thou
didst,
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Thy tears | would wash | this cold | congeal|ed
blood,
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That glues | my lips,| and will | not let | me
speak.
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Come* quick|ly Mont|ague,| or I | am dead.
SOMERSET
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Ah War|wick, Mont|ague | hath breathed | his
last,
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And to the | latest | gasp, cried^|out for |
Warwick:
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And said,| commend | me to my | valiant |
brother.
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And more | he would | have said,| and more | he
spoke,
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Which sound|ed like | a can|non in | a vault,
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That might | not be | disting|uished: but | at
last,
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I well | might hear,| deliv|ered with | a groan,
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Oh farewell | Warwick.
WARWICK
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Sweet* rest | his soul:
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Fly | lords,| and save | yourselves,
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For War||wick bids | you all,| farewell,| to meet
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[Dies]
OXFORD
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Away,| away,| to meet | the queen's |
great^power.
[Here they bear away his body. Exeunt]