| ACT V SCENE I | Coventry. | |
| | Enter WARWICK, the Mayor of Coventry, two Messengers,and others upon the walls | |
| WARWICK | Where is the post that came from valiant Oxford? | |
| | How far hence is thy lord, mine honest fellow? | |
| First Messenger | By this at Dunsmore, marching hitherward. | |
| WARWICK | How far off is our brother Montague? | 5 |
| | Where is the post that came from Montague? | |
| Second Messenger | By this at Daintry, with a puissant troop. | |
| | Enter SIR JOHN SOMERVILLE | |
| WARWICK | Say, Somerville, what says my loving son? | |
| | And, by thy guess, how nigh is Clarence now? | |
| SOMERSET | At Southam I did leave him with his forces, | 10 |
| | And do expect him here some two hours hence. | |
| | Drum heard | |
| WARWICK | Then Clarence is at hand, I hear his drum. | |
| SOMERSET | It is not his, my lord; here Southam lies: | |
| | The drum your honour hears marcheth from Warwick. | |
| WARWICK | Who should that be? belike, unlook'd-for friends. | 15 |
| SOMERSET | They are at hand, and you shall quickly know. | |
| | March: flourish. Enter KING EDWARD IV, GLOUCESTER,and soldiers | |
| KING EDWARD IV | Go, trumpet, to the walls, and sound a parle. | |
| GLOUCESTER | See how the surly Warwick mans the wall! | |
| WARWICK | O unbid spite! is sportful Edward come? | |
| | Where slept our scouts, or how are they seduced, | 20 |
| | That we could hear no news of his repair? | |
| KING EDWARD IV | Now, Warwick, wilt thou ope the city gates, | |
| | Speak gentle words and humbly bend thy knee, | |
| | Call Edward king and at his hands beg mercy? | |
| | And he shall pardon thee these outrages. | 25 |
| WARWICK | Nay, rather, wilt thou draw thy forces hence, | |
| | Confess who set thee up and pluck'd thee own, | |
| | Call Warwick patron and be penitent? | |
| | And thou shalt still remain the Duke of York. | |
| GLOUCESTER | I thought, at least, he would have said the king; | 30 |
| | Or did he make the jest against his will? | |
| WARWICK | Is not a dukedom, sir, a goodly gift? | |
| GLOUCESTER | Ay, by my faith, for a poor earl to give: | |
| | I'll do thee service for so good a gift. | |
| WARWICK | 'Twas I that gave the kingdom to thy brother. | 35 |
| KING EDWARD IV | Why then 'tis mine, if but by Warwick's gift. | |
| WARWICK | Thou art no Atlas for so great a weight: | |
| | And weakling, Warwick takes his gift again; | |
| | And Henry is my king, Warwick his subject. | |
| KING EDWARD IV | But Warwick's king is Edward's prisoner: | 40 |
| | And, gallant Warwick, do but answer this: | |
| | What is the body when the head is off? | |
| GLOUCESTER | Alas, that Warwick had no more forecast, | |
| | But, whiles he thought to steal the single ten, | |
| | The king was slily finger'd from the deck! | 45 |
| | You left poor Henry at the Bishop's palace, | |
| | And, ten to one, you'll meet him in the Tower. | |
| EDWARD | 'Tis even so; yet you are Warwick still. | |
| GLOUCESTER | Come, Warwick, take the time; kneel down, kneel down: | |
| | Nay, when? strike now, or else the iron cools. | 50 |
| WARWICK | I had rather chop this hand off at a blow, | |
| | And with the other fling it at thy face, | |
| | Than bear so low a sail, to strike to thee. | |
| KING EDWARD IV | Sail how thou canst, have wind and tide thy friend, | |
| | This hand, fast wound about thy coal-black hair | 55 |
| | Shall, whiles thy head is warm and new cut off, | |
| | Write in the dust this sentence with thy blood, | |
| | 'Wind-changing Warwick now can change no more.' | |
| | Enter OXFORD, with drum and colours | |
| WARWICK | O cheerful colours! see where Oxford comes! | |
| OXFORD | Oxford, Oxford, for Lancaster! | 60 |
| | He and his forces enter the city | |
| GLOUCESTER | The gates are open, let us enter too. | |
| KING EDWARD IV | So other foes may set upon our backs. | |
| | Stand we in good array; for they no doubt | |
| | Will issue out again and bid us battle: | |
| | If not, the city being but of small defence, | 65 |
| | We'll quickly rouse the traitors in the same. | |
| WARWICK | O, welcome, Oxford! for we want thy help. | |
| | Enter MONTAGUE with drum and colours | |
| MONTAGUE | Montague, Montague, for Lancaster! | |
| | He and his forces enter the city | |
| GLOUCESTER | Thou and thy brother both shall buy this treason | |
| | Even with the dearest blood your bodies bear. | 70 |
| KING EDWARD IV | The harder match'd, the greater victory: | |
| | My mind presageth happy gain and conquest. | |
| | Enter SOMERSET, with drum and colours | |
| SOMERSET | Somerset, Somerset, for Lancaster! | |
| | He and his forces enter the city | |
| GLOUCESTER | Two of thy name, both Dukes of Somerset, | |
| | Have sold their lives unto the house of York; | 75 |
| | And thou shalt be the third if this sword hold. | |
| | Enter CLARENCE, with drum and colours | |
| WARWICK | And lo, where George of Clarence sweeps along, | |
| | Of force enough to bid his brother battle; | |
| | With whom an upright zeal to right prevails | |
| | More than the nature of a brother's love! | 80 |
| | Come, Clarence, come; thou wilt, if Warwick call. | |
| CLARENCE | Father of Warwick, know you what this means? | |
| | Taking his red rose out of his hat | |
| | Look here, I throw my infamy at thee | |
| | I will not ruinate my father's house, | |
| | Who gave his blood to lime the stones together, | 85 |
| | And set up Lancaster. Why, trow'st thou, Warwick, | |
| | That Clarence is so harsh, so blunt, unnatural, | |
| | To bend the fatal instruments of war | |
| | Against his brother and his lawful king? | |
| | Perhaps thou wilt object my holy oath: | 90 |
| | To keep that oath were more impiety | |
| | Than Jephthah's, when he sacrificed his daughter. | |
| | I am so sorry for my trespass made | |
| | That, to deserve well at my brother's hands, | |
| | I here proclaim myself thy mortal foe, | 95 |
| | With resolution, wheresoe'er I meet thee-- | |
| | As I will meet thee, if thou stir abroad-- | |
| | To plague thee for thy foul misleading me. | |
| | And so, proud-hearted Warwick, I defy thee, | |
| | And to my brother turn my blushing cheeks. | 100 |
| | Pardon me, Edward, I will make amends: | |
| | And, Richard, do not frown upon my faults, | |
| | For I will henceforth be no more unconstant. | |
| KING EDWARD IV | Now welcome more, and ten times more beloved, | |
| | Than if thou never hadst deserved our hate. | 105 |
| GLOUCESTER | Welcome, good Clarence; this is brotherlike. | |
| WARWICK | O passing traitor, perjured and unjust! | |
| KING EDWARD IV | What, Warwick, wilt thou leave the town and fight? | |
| | Or shall we beat the stones about thine ears? | |
| WARWICK | Alas, I am not coop'd here for defence! | 110 |
| | I will away towards Barnet presently, | |
| | And bid thee battle, Edward, if thou darest. | |
| KING EDWARD IV | Yes, Warwick, Edward dares, and leads the way. | |
| | Lords, to the field; Saint George and victory! | |
| | Exeunt King Edward and his company. March. Warwick and his company follow | |