1    Where is the post that came from valiant Oxford?
2    How far hence is thy lord, mine honest fellow?

3    By this at Dunsmore, marching hitherward.

4    How far off is our brother Montague?
5    Where is the post that came from Montague?

6    By this at Daintry, with a puissant troop.

7    Say, Somerville, what says my loving son?
8    And, by thy guess, how nigh is Clarence now?

9    At Southam I did leave him with his forces,
10   And do expect him here some two hours hence.

11   Then Clarence is at hand, I hear his drum.

12   It is not his, my lord; here Southam lies:
13   The drum your honour hears marcheth from Warwick.

14   Who should that be? belike, unlook'd-for friends.

15   They are at hand, and you shall quickly know.

16   Go, trumpet, to the walls, and sound a parle.

17   See how the surly Warwick mans the wall!

18   O unbid spite! is sportful Edward come?
19   Where slept our scouts, or how are they seduced,
20   That we could hear no news of his repair?

21   Now, Warwick, wilt thou ope the city gates,
22   Speak gentle words and humbly bend thy knee,
23   Call Edward king and at his hands beg mercy?
24   And he shall pardon thee these outrages.

25   Nay, rather, wilt thou draw thy forces hence,
26   Confess who set thee up and pluck'd thee own,
27   Call Warwick patron and be penitent?
28   And thou shalt still remain the Duke of York.

29   I thought, at least, he would have said the king;
30   Or did he make the jest against his will?

31   Is not a dukedom, sir, a goodly gift?

32   Ay, by my faith, for a poor earl to give:
33   I'll do thee service for so good a gift.

34   'Twas I that gave the kingdom to thy brother.

35   Why then 'tis mine, if but by Warwick's gift.

36   Thou art no Atlas for so great a weight:
37   And weakling, Warwick takes his gift again;
38   And Henry is my king, Warwick his subject.

39   But Warwick's king is Edward's prisoner:
40   And, gallant Warwick, do but answer this:
41   What is the body when the head is off?

42   Alas, that Warwick had no more forecast,
43   But, whiles he thought to steal the single ten,
44   The king was slily finger'd from the deck!
45   You left poor Henry at the Bishop's palace,
46   And, ten to one, you'll meet him in the Tower.

47   'Tis even so; yet you are Warwick still.

48   Come, Warwick, take the time; kneel down, kneel down:
49   Nay, when? strike now, or else the iron cools.

50   I had rather chop this hand off at a blow,
51   And with the other fling it at thy face,
52   Than bear so low a sail, to strike to thee.

53   Sail how thou canst, have wind and tide thy friend,
54   This hand, fast wound about thy coal-black hair
55   Shall, whiles thy head is warm and new cut off,
56   Write in the dust this sentence with thy blood,
57   'Wind-changing Warwick now can change no more.'

58   O cheerful colours! see where Oxford comes!

59   Oxford, Oxford, for Lancaster!

60   The gates are open, let us enter too.

61   So other foes may set upon our backs.
62   Stand we in good array; for they no doubt
63   Will issue out again and bid us battle:
64   If not, the city being but of small defence,
65   We'll quickly rouse the traitors in the same.

66   O, welcome, Oxford! for we want thy help.

67   Montague, Montague, for Lancaster!

68   Thou and thy brother both shall buy this treason
69   Even with the dearest blood your bodies bear.

70   The harder match'd, the greater victory:
71   My mind presageth happy gain and conquest.

72   Somerset, Somerset, for Lancaster!

73   Two of thy name, both Dukes of Somerset,
74   Have sold their lives unto the house of York;
75   And thou shalt be the third if this sword hold.

76   And lo, where George of Clarence sweeps along,
77   Of force enough to bid his brother battle;
78   With whom an upright zeal to right prevails
79   More than the nature of a brother's love!
80   Come, Clarence, come; thou wilt, if Warwick call.

81   Father of Warwick, know you what this means?
Taking his red rose out of his hat
82   Look here, I throw my infamy at thee
83   I will not ruinate my father's house,
84   Who gave his blood to lime the stones together,
85   And set up Lancaster. Why, trow'st thou, Warwick,
86   That Clarence is so harsh, so blunt, unnatural,
87   To bend the fatal instruments of war
88   Against his brother and his lawful king?
89   Perhaps thou wilt object my holy oath:
90   To keep that oath were more impiety
91   Than Jephthah's, when he sacrificed his daughter.
92   I am so sorry for my trespass made
93   That, to deserve well at my brother's hands,
94   I here proclaim myself thy mortal foe,
95   With resolution, wheresoe'er I meet thee--
96   As I will meet thee, if thou stir abroad--
97   To plague thee for thy foul misleading me.
98   And so, proud-hearted Warwick, I defy thee,
99   And to my brother turn my blushing cheeks.
100  Pardon me, Edward, I will make amends:
101  And, Richard, do not frown upon my faults,
102  For I will henceforth be no more unconstant.

103  Now welcome more, and ten times more beloved,
104  Than if thou never hadst deserved our hate.

105  Welcome, good Clarence; this is brotherlike.

106  O passing traitor, perjured and unjust!

107  What, Warwick, wilt thou leave the town and fight?
108  Or shall we beat the stones about thine ears?

109  Alas, I am not coop'd here for defence!
110  I will away towards Barnet presently,
111  And bid thee battle, Edward, if thou darest.

112  Yes, Warwick, Edward dares, and leads the way.
113  Lords, to the field; Saint George and victory!
114  3 KING HENRY VI