| ACT V SCENE II | A field of battle near Barnet. | |
| [
Alarum and excursions. Enter KING EDWARD IV, bringing
forth WARWICK wounded
] |
| KING EDWARD IV | 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] |
| WARWICK | Ah, who is nigh? come to me, friend or foe, | 5 |
| 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. | 10 |
| 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. | 15 |
| 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 filled with blood, |
| Were liken'd oft to kingly sepulchres; | 20 |
| For who lived king, but I could dig his grave? |
| And who durst mine 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 | 25 |
| 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. |
| [Enter OXFORD and SOMERSET] |
| SOMERSET | Ah, Warwick, Warwick! wert thou as we are. |
| We might recover all our loss again; | 30 |
| The queen from France hath brought a puissant power: |
| Even now we heard the news: ah, could'st thou fly! |
| WARWICK | 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! | 35 |
| Thou lovest 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. |
| SOMERSET | Ah, Warwick! Montague hath breathed his last; | 40 |
| 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 distinguished; but at last | 45 |
| I well might hear, delivered with a groan, |
| 'O, farewell, Warwick!' |
| WARWICK | Sweet rest his soul! Fly, lords, and save yourselves; |
| For Warwick bids you all farewell to meet in heaven. |
| [Dies] |
| OXFORD | Away, away, to meet the queen's great power! | 50 |
[Here they bear away his body. Exeunt] |
The Essential Student History Quiz (with answers and illustrations)