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Warwick. Neither the king, nor he that loves him best, | 1.1.45
The proudest he that holds up Lancaster, | 1.1.46
Dares stir a wing, if Warwick shake his bells. | 1.1.47
I'll plant Plantagenet, root him up who dares: | 1.1.48
Resolve thee, Richard; claim the English crown. | 1.1.49
Flourish. Enter KING HENRY VI, CLIFFORD, NORTHUMBERLAND, WESTMORELAND, EXETER, and the rest
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Warwick. Ten days ago I drown'd these news in tears; | 2.1.104
And now, to add more measure to your woes, | 2.1.105
I come to tell you things sith then befall'n. | 2.1.106
After the bloody fray at Wakefield fought, | 2.1.107
Where your brave father breathed his latest gasp, | 2.1.108
Tidings, as swiftly as the posts could run, | 2.1.109
Were brought me of your loss and his depart. | 2.1.110
I, then in London keeper of the king, | 2.1.111
Muster'd my soldiers, gather'd flocks of friends, | 2.1.112
And very well appointed, as I thought, | 2.1.113
March'd toward Saint Alban's to intercept the queen, | 2.1.114
Bearing the king in my behalf along; | 2.1.115
For by my scouts I was advertised | 2.1.116
That she was coming with a full intent | 2.1.117
To dash our late decree in parliament | 2.1.118
Touching King Henry's oath and your succession. | 2.1.119
Short tale to make, we at Saint Alban's met | 2.1.120
Our battles join'd, and both sides fiercely fought: | 2.1.121
But whether 'twas the coldness of the king, | 2.1.122
Who look'd full gently on his warlike queen, | 2.1.123
That robb'd my soldiers of their heated spleen; | 2.1.124
Or whether 'twas report of her success; | 2.1.125
Or more than common fear of Clifford's rigour, | 2.1.126
Who thunders to his captives blood and death, | 2.1.127
I cannot judge: but to conclude with truth, | 2.1.128
Their weapons like to lightning came and went; | 2.1.129
Our soldiers', like the night-owl's lazy flight, | 2.1.130
Or like an idle thresher with a flail, | 2.1.131
Fell gently down, as if they struck their friends. | 2.1.132
I cheer'd them up with justice of our cause, | 2.1.133
With promise of high pay and great rewards: | 2.1.134
But all in vain; they had no heart to fight, | 2.1.135
And we in them no hope to win the day; | 2.1.136
So that we fled; the king unto the queen; | 2.1.137
Lord George your brother, Norfolk and myself, | 2.1.138
In haste, post-haste, are come to join with you: | 2.1.139
For in the marches here we heard you were, | 2.1.140
Making another head to fight again. | 2.1.141
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Warwick. Why, therefore Warwick came to seek you out; | 2.1.166
And therefore comes my brother Montague. | 2.1.167
Attend me, lords. The proud insulting queen, | 2.1.168
With Clifford and the haught Northumberland, | 2.1.169
And of their feather many more proud birds, | 2.1.170
Have wrought the easy-melting king like wax. | 2.1.171
He swore consent to your succession, | 2.1.172
His oath enrolled in the parliament; | 2.1.173
And now to London all the crew are gone, | 2.1.174
To frustrate both his oath and what beside | 2.1.175
May make against the house of Lancaster. | 2.1.176
Their power, I think, is thirty thousand strong: | 2.1.177
Now, if the help of Norfolk and myself, | 2.1.178
With all the friends that thou, brave Earl of March, | 2.1.179
Amongst the loving Welshmen canst procure, | 2.1.180
Will but amount to five and twenty thousand, | 2.1.181
Why, Via! to London will we march amain, | 2.1.182
And once again bestride our foaming steeds, | 2.1.183
And once again cry 'Charge upon our foes!' | 2.1.184
But never once again turn back and fly. | 2.1.185
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Warwick. From worthy Edward, King of Albion, | 3.3.50
My lord and sovereign, and thy vowed friend, | 3.3.51
I come, in kindness and unfeigned love, | 3.3.52
First, to do greetings to thy royal person; | 3.3.53
And then to crave a league of amity; | 3.3.54
And lastly, to confirm that amity | 3.3.55
With a nuptial knot, if thou vouchsafe to grant | 3.3.56
That virtuous Lady Bona, thy fair sister, | 3.3.57
To England's king in lawful marriage. | 3.3.58
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Warwick. King Lewis, I here protest, in sight of heaven, | 3.3.184
And by the hope I have of heavenly bliss, | 3.3.185
That I am clear from this misdeed of Edward's, | 3.3.186
No more my king, for he dishonours me, | 3.3.187
But most himself, if he could see his shame. | 3.3.188
Did I forget that by the house of York | 3.3.189
My father came untimely to his death? | 3.3.190
Did I let pass the abuse done to my niece? | 3.3.191
Did I impale him with the regal crown? | 3.3.192
Did I put Henry from his native right? | 3.3.193
And am I guerdon'd at the last with shame? | 3.3.194
Shame on himself! for my desert is honour: | 3.3.195
And to repair my honour lost for him, | 3.3.196
I here renounce him and return to Henry. | 3.3.197
My noble queen, let former grudges pass, | 3.3.198
And henceforth I am thy true servitor: | 3.3.199
I will revenge his wrong to Lady Bona, | 3.3.200
And replant Henry in his former state. | 3.3.201
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Warwick. Then, gentle Clarence, welcome unto Warwick; | 4.2.6
And welcome, Somerset: I hold it cowardice | 4.2.7
To rest mistrustful where a noble heart | 4.2.8
Hath pawn'd an open hand in sign of love; | 4.2.9
Else might I think that Clarence, Edward's brother, | 4.2.10
Were but a feigned friend to our proceedings: | 4.2.11
But welcome, sweet Clarence; my daughter shall be thine. | 4.2.12
And now what rests but, in night's coverture, | 4.2.13
Thy brother being carelessly encamp'd, | 4.2.14
His soldiers lurking in the towns about, | 4.2.15
And but attended by a simple guard, | 4.2.16
We may surprise and take him at our pleasure? | 4.2.17
Our scouts have found the adventure very easy: | 4.2.18
That as Ulysses and stout Diomede | 4.2.19
With sleight and manhood stole to Rhesus' tents, | 4.2.20
And brought from thence the Thracian fatal steeds, | 4.2.21
So we, well cover'd with the night's black mantle, | 4.2.22
At unawares may beat down Edward's guard | 4.2.23
And seize himself; I say not, slaughter him, | 4.2.24
For I intend but only to surprise him. | 4.2.25
You that will follow me to this attempt, | 4.2.26
Applaud the name of Henry with your leader. | 4.2.27
They all cry, 'Henry!'
| Why, then, let's on our way in silent sort: | 4.2.28
For Warwick and his friends, God and Saint George! | 4.2.29
Exeunt
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Warwick. Then, for his mind, be Edward England's king: | 4.3.49
Takes off his crown
| But Henry now shall wear the English crown, | 4.3.50
And be true king indeed, thou but the shadow. | 4.3.51
My Lord of Somerset, at my request, | 4.3.52
See that forthwith Duke Edward be convey'd | 4.3.53
Unto my brother, Archbishop of York. | 4.3.54
When I have fought with Pembroke and his fellows, | 4.3.55
I'll follow you, and tell what answer | 4.3.56
Lewis and the Lady Bona send to him. | 4.3.57
Now, for a while farewell, good Duke of York. | 4.3.58
They lead him out forcibly
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Warwick. Why, then, though loath, yet must I be content: | 4.6.48
We'll yoke together, like a double shadow | 4.6.49
To Henry's body, and supply his place; | 4.6.50
I mean, in bearing weight of government, | 4.6.51
While he enjoys the honour and his ease. | 4.6.52
And, Clarence, now then it is more than needful | 4.6.53
Forthwith that Edward be pronounced a traitor, | 4.6.54
And all his lands and goods be confiscate. | 4.6.55
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Warwick. In Warwickshire I have true-hearted friends, | 4.8.9
Not mutinous in peace, yet bold in war; | 4.8.10
Those will I muster up: and thou, son Clarence, | 4.8.11
Shalt stir up in Suffolk, Norfolk, and in Kent, | 4.8.12
The knights and gentlemen to come with thee: | 4.8.13
Thou, brother Montague, in Buckingham, | 4.8.14
Northampton and in Leicestershire, shalt find | 4.8.15
Men well inclined to hear what thou command'st: | 4.8.16
And thou, brave Oxford, wondrous well beloved, | 4.8.17
In Oxfordshire shalt muster up thy friends. | 4.8.18
My sovereign, with the loving citizens, | 4.8.19
Like to his island girt in with the ocean, | 4.8.20
Or modest Dian circled with her nymphs, | 4.8.21
Shall rest in London till we come to him. | 4.8.22
Fair lords, take leave and stand not to reply. | 4.8.23
Farewell, my sovereign. | 4.8.24
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Warwick. Ah, who is nigh? come to me, friend or foe, | 5.2.5
And tell me who is victor, York or Warwick? | 5.2.6
Why ask I that? my mangled body shows, | 5.2.7
My blood, my want of strength, my sick heart shows. | 5.2.8
That I must yield my body to the earth | 5.2.9
And, by my fall, the conquest to my foe. | 5.2.10
Thus yields the cedar to the axe's edge, | 5.2.11
Whose arms gave shelter to the princely eagle, | 5.2.12
Under whose shade the ramping lion slept, | 5.2.13
Whose top-branch overpeer'd Jove's spreading tree | 5.2.14
And kept low shrubs from winter's powerful wind. | 5.2.15
These eyes, that now are dimm'd with death's black veil, | 5.2.16
Have been as piercing as the mid-day sun, | 5.2.17
To search the secret treasons of the world: | 5.2.18
The wrinkles in my brows, now filled with blood, | 5.2.19
Were liken'd oft to kingly sepulchres; | 5.2.20
For who lived king, but I could dig his grave? | 5.2.21
And who durst mine when Warwick bent his brow? | 5.2.22
Lo, now my glory smear'd in dust and blood! | 5.2.23
My parks, my walks, my manors that I had. | 5.2.24
Even now forsake me, and of all my lands | 5.2.25
Is nothing left me but my body's length. | 5.2.26
Why, what is pomp, rule, reign, but earth and dust? | 5.2.27
And, live we how we can, yet die we must. | 5.2.28
Enter OXFORD and SOMERSET
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Warwick. Why, then I would not fly. Ah, Montague, | 5.2.33
If thou be there, sweet brother, take my hand. | 5.2.34
And with thy lips keep in my soul awhile! | 5.2.35
Thou lovest me not; for, brother, if thou didst, | 5.2.36
Thy tears would wash this cold congealed blood | 5.2.37
That glues my lips and will not let me speak. | 5.2.38
Come quickly, Montague, or I am dead. | 5.2.39
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