Alarum. Excursions. Enter Warwick,
wearing the white rose. WARWICK, lying down
Forspent with toil, as runners with a race,
I lay me down a little while to breathe,
For strokes received and many blows repaid
Have robbed my strong-knit sinews of their strength;
And spite of spite, needs must I rest awhile. 5 | In the midst of the fighting, Warwick gets tired and needs to rest. |
Enter Edward, wearing the white rose, running. EDWARD
Smile, gentle heaven, or strike, ungentle death,
For this world frowns and Edward’s sun is clouded. Enter George, wearing the white rose. WARWICK, standing
How now, my lord, what hap? What hope of good? GEORGE
Our hap is loss, our hope but sad despair;
Our ranks are broke, and ruin follows us. 10
What counsel give you? Whither shall we fly? EDWARD
Bootless is flight; they follow us with wings,
And weak we are and cannot shun pursuit. Enter Richard, wearing the white rose. RICHARD
Ah, Warwick, why hast thou withdrawn thyself?
Thy brother’s blood the thirsty earth hath drunk, 15
Broached with the steely point of Clifford’s lance,
And in the very pangs of death he cried,
Like to a dismal clangor heard from far,
“Warwick, revenge! Brother, revenge my death!”
So, underneath the belly of their steeds, 20
That stained their fetlocks in his smoking blood,
The noble gentleman gave up the ghost. | Edward, George, and Richard all join Warwick. It's clear that they're not doing well; Margaret's victory seems inevitable. Then Richard tells Warwick that his brother died in battle. |
WARWICK
Then let the earth be drunken with our blood!
I’ll kill my horse because I will not fly.
Why stand we like soft-hearted women here, 25
Wailing our losses whiles the foe doth rage,
And look upon, as if the tragedy
Were played in jest by counterfeiting actors? He kneels. Here on my knee I vow to God above
I’ll never pause again, never stand still, 30
Till either death hath closed these eyes of mine
Or Fortune given me measure of revenge. | Warwick is livid at the news and promises that he will have revenge or death—whichever comes first. |
EDWARD
O Warwick, I do bend my knee with thine,
And in this vow do chain my soul to thine He kneels. And, ere my knee rise from the Earth’s cold face, 35
I throw my hands, mine eyes, my heart to Thee,
Thou setter up and plucker down of kings,
Beseeching Thee, if with Thy will it stands
That to my foes this body must be prey,
Yet that Thy brazen gates of heaven may ope 40
And give sweet passage to my sinful soul.
Edward and Warwick stand.
Now, lords, take leave until we meet again,
Where’er it be, in heaven or in Earth. RICHARD
Brother, give me thy hand.—And, gentle Warwick,
Let me embrace thee in my weary arms. 45
I that did never weep now melt with woe
That winter should cut off our springtime so. WARWICK
Away, away! Once more, sweet lords, farewell. GEORGE
Yet let us all together to our troops
And give them leave to fly that will not stay, 50
And call them pillars that will stand to us;
And, if we thrive, promise them such rewards
As victors wear at the Olympian Games.
This may plant courage in their quailing breasts,
For yet is hope of life and victory. 55
Forslow no longer; make we hence amain. They exit. | The three brothers like the sound of that. They all join hands and promise to have courage. |