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• The Third Part of King Henry the Sixth: Dramatis PersonÆ.
• Act I.
• Scene I.—: London. the Parliament-house.
• Scene II.—: A Room In Sandal Castle, Near Wakefield, In Yorkshire.
• Scene III.—: Field of Battle Between Sandal Castle and Wakefield.
• Scene IV.—: Another Part of the Plains.
• Act II.
• Scene I.—: A Plain Near Mortimer’s Cross In Herefordshire.
• Scene II.—: Before York.
• Scene III.—: A Field of Battle Between Towton and Saxton, In Yorkshire.
• Scene IV.—: Another Part of the Field.
• Scene V.—: Another Part of the Field.
• Scene VI.—: The Same.
• Act III.
• Scene I.—: A Chase In the North of England.
• Scene II.—: London. a Room In the Palace.
• Scene III.—: France. a Room In the Palace.
• Act IV.
• Scene I.—: London. a Room In the Palace.
• Scene II.—: A Plain In Warwickshire.
• Scene III.—: Edward’scamp Near Warwick.
• Scene IV.—: London. a Room In the Palace.
• Scene V.—: A Park Near Middleham Castle In Yorkshire.
• Scene VI.—: A Room In the Tower.
• Scene VII.—: Before York.
• Scene VIII.—: London. a Room In the Palace.
• Act V.
• Scene I.—: Coventry.
• Scene II.—: A Field of Battle Near Barnet.
• Scene III.—: Another Part of the Field.
• Scene IV.—: Plains Near Tewksbury.
• Scene V.—: Another Part of the Same.
• Scene VI.—: London. a Room In the Tower.
• Scene VII.—: The Same. a Room In the Palace.

Scene II.—

A Field of Battle near Barnet.

Alarums and Excursions. EnterKing Edward,bringing inWarwick,wounded.

K. Edw.

So, lie thou there: die thou, and die our fear;

For Warwick was a bug that fear’d us all.

Now Montague, sit fast; I seek for thee,

That Warwick’s bones may keep thine company.

[Exit.

War.

Ah! who is nigh? come to me, friend or foe,

And tell me who is victor, York or Warwick?

Why ask I that? my mangled body shows,

My blood, my want of strength, my sick heart shows,

That I must yield my body to the earth,

And, by my fall, the conquest to my foe.

Thus yields the cedar to the axe’s edge,

Whose arms gave shelter to the princely eagle,

Under whose shade the ramping lion slept,

Whose top branch overpeer’d Jove’s spreading tree,

And kept low shrubs from winter’s powerful wind.

These eyes, that now are dimm’d with death’s black veil,

Have been as piercing as the mid-day sun,

To search the secret treasons of the world:

The wrinkles in my brows, now fill’d with blood,

Were liken’d oft to kingly sepulchres;

For who liv’d king, but I could dig his grave?

And who durst smile when Warwick bent his brow?

Lo! now my glory smear’d in dust and blood;

My parks, my walks, my manors that I had,

Even now forsake me; and, of all my lands

Is nothing left me but my body’s length.

Why, what is pomp, rule, reign, but earth and dust?

And, live we how we can, yet die we must.

EnterOxfordandSomerset.

Som.

Ah! Warwick, Warwick, wert thou as we are,

We might recover all our loss again.

The queen from France hath brought a puissant power;

Even now we heard the news. Ah! couldst thou fly.

War.

Why, then, I would not fly. Ah! Montague,

If thou be there, sweet brother, take my hand,

And with thy lips keep in my soul awhile.

Thou lov’st me not; for, brother, if thou didst,

Thy tears would wash this cold congealed blood

That glues my lips and will not let me speak.

Come quickly, Montague, or I am dead.

Som.

Ah! Warwick, Montague hath breath’d his last;

And to the latest gasp, cried out for Warwick,

And said, ‘Commend me to my valiant brother.’

And more he would have said; and more he spoke,

Which sounded like a clamour in a vault,

That mought not be distinguish’d: but at last

I well might hear, deliver’d with a groan,

‘O! farewell, Warwick!’

War.

Sweet rest his soul! Fly, lords, and save yourselves;

For Warwick bids you all farewell, to meet in heaven.

[Dies.

Oxf.

Away, away, to meet the queen’s great power.

[Exeunt, bearing offWarwick’sbody.