# Henry VI Part 3 (1923) Yale/Text/Act V

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ACT FIFTH
Scene One
[Coventry]
Enter Warwick, the Mayor of Coventry, two Messengers, and others, upon the Walls.
War. Where is the post that came from valiant Oxford? How far hence is thy lord, mine honest fellow?
1. Mess. By this at Dunsmore, marching hitherward.
War. How far off is our brother Montague? 4 Where is the post that came from Montague?
​2. Mess. By this at Daintry, with a puissant troop.
Enter [Sir John] Somerville.
War. Say, Somerville, what says my loving son? And, by thy guess, how nigh is Clarence now?8
Som. At Southam I did leave him with his forces, And do expect him here some two hours hence. [Drum heard.]
War. Then Clarence is at hand. I hear his drum.
Som. It is not his, my lord; here Southam lies:12 The drum your honour hears marcheth from Warwick.
War. Who should that be? belike, unlook'd for friends.
Som. They are at hand, and you shall quickly know.
March. Flourish. Enter Edward, Richard, and Soldiers.
K. Edw. Go, trumpet, to the walls, and sound a parle.16
Rich. See how the surly Warwick mans the wall.
War. O, unbid spite! is sportful Edward come? Where slept our scouts, or how are they seduc'd, That we could hear no news of his repair?20
K. Edw. 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.24
War. Nay, rather, wilt thou draw thy forces hence,— Confess who set thee up and pluck'd thee down?— Call Warwick patron, and be penitent; And thou shalt still remain the Duke of York.28
​Rich. I thought, at least he would have said the king; Or did he make the jest against his will?
War. Is not a dukedom, sir, a goodly gift?
Rich. Ay, by my faith, for a poor earl to give:32 I'll do thee service for so good a gift.
War. 'Twas I that gave the kingdom to thy brother.
K. Edw. Why then 'tis mine, if but by Warwick's gift.
War. Thou art no Atlas for so great a weight: 36 And, weakling, Warwick takes his gift again; And Henry is my king, Warwick his subject.
K. Edw. But Warwick's king is Edward's prisoner; And, gallant Warwick, do but answer this,40 What is the body, when the head is off?
Rich. 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.44 You left poor Henry at the bishop's palace, And, ten to one, you'll meet him in the Tower.
K. Edw. 'Tis even so: yet you are Warwick still.
Rich. Come, Warwick, take the time; kneel down, kneel down:48 Nay, when! strike now, or else the iron cools.
War. 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.52
K. Edw. Sail how thou canst, have wind and tide thy friend; This hand, fast wound about thy coal-black hair, Shall, whiles thy head is warm and new cut off, Write in the dust this sentence with thy blood:56 ​'Wind-changing Warwick now can change no more.'
Enter Oxford, with drum and colours.
War. O cheerful colours! see where Oxford comes!
Oxf. Oxford, Oxford, for Lancaster!
[He and his Forces enter the city.]
Rich. The gates are open, let us enter too.60
K. Edw. 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,64 We'll quickly rouse the traitors in the same.
War. O! welcome, Oxford! for we want thy help.
Enter Montague, with drum and colours.
Mont. Montague, Montague, for Lancaster!
[He and his Forces enter the city.]
Rich. Thou and thy brother both shall buy this treason68 Even with the dearest blood your bodies bear.
K. Edw. The harder match'd, the greater victory: My mind presageth happy gain, and conquest.
Enter Somerset, with drum and colours.
Som. Somerset, Somerset, for Lancaster!72
[He and his Forces enter the city.]
Rich. Two of thy name, both Dukes of Somerset, Have sold their lives unto the house of York; And thou shalt be the third, if this sword hold.
Enter Clarence, with drum and colours.
War. And lo! where George of Clarence sweeps along,76 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. Come, Clarence, come; thou wilt, if Warwick call.80
Clar. Father of Warwick, know you what this means?
[Taking the red rose out of his helmet.]
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,84 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?88 Perhaps thou wilt object my holy oath: To keep that oath were more impiety Than Jephthah's, when he sacrific'd his daughter. I am so sorry for my trespass made92 That, to deserve well at my brother's hands, I here proclaim myself thy mortal foe; With resolution, wheresoe'er I meet thee— As I will meet thee if thou stir abroad—96 To plague thee for thy foul misleading me. And so, proud-hearted Warwick, I defy thee, And to my brother turn my blushing cheeks. Pardon me, Edward, I will make amends;100 And, Richard, do not frown upon my faults, For I will henceforth be no more unconstant.
K. Edw. Now welcome more, and ten times more belov'd, Than if thou never hadst deserv'd our hate.104
Rich. Welcome, good Clarence; this is brotherlike.
War. O passing traitor, perjur'd, and unjust!
​K. Edw. What, Warwick, wilt thou leave the town, and fight? Or shall we beat the stones about thine ears?108
War. Alas! I am not coop'd here for defence: I will away towards Barnet presently, And bid thee battle, Edward, if thou dar'st.
K. Edw. Yes, Warwick, Edward dares, and leads the way.112 Lords, to the field; Saint George and victory!Exeunt.
March. Warwick and his company follows.
Scene Two
[A Field of Battle near Barnet]
Alarum and Excursions. Enter Edward, bringing forth Warwick, 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.4
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,8 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,12 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,16 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;20 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,24 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.28
Enter Oxford and Somerset.
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!32
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,36 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;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,44 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;48 For Warwick bids you all farewell, to meet in heaven.[Dies.]
Oxf. Away, away, to meet the queen's great power.
Here they bear away his body. Exeunt.
Scene Three
[Another Part of the Field]
Flourish. Enter King Edward, in triumph: with Richard, Clarence, and the rest.
K. Edw. Thus far our fortune keeps an upward course, And we are grac'd with wreaths of victory. But in the midst of this bright-shining day, I spy a black, suspicious, threat'ning cloud,4 That will encounter with our glorious sun, Ere he attain his easeful western bed: I mean, my lords, those powers that the queen Hath rais'd in Gallia have arriv'd our coast,8 And, as we hear, march on to fight with us.
Clar. A little gale will soon disperse that cloud, And blow it to the source from whence it came: Thy very beams will dry those vapours up,12 For every cloud engenders not a storm.
Rich. The queen is valu'd thirty thousand strong, ​And Somerset, with Oxford, fled to her: If she have time to breathe, be well assur'd16 Her faction will be full as strong as ours.
K. Edw. We are advertis'd by our loving friends That they do hold their course toward Tewkesbury. We, having now the best at Barnet field,20 Will thither straight, for willingness rids way; And, as we march, our strength will be augmented In every county as we go along. Strike up the drum! cry 'Courage!' and away.24
Exeunt.
Scene Four
[Plains near Tewkesbury]
Flourish. March. Enter the Queen, young Edward, Somerset, Oxford, and Soldiers.
Queen. Great lords, wise men ne'er sit and wail their loss, But cheerly seek how to redress their harms. What though the mast be now blown overboard, The cable broke, the holding anchor lost,4 And half our sailors swallow'd in the flood? Yet lives our pilot still: is 't meet that he Should leave the helm and like a fearful lad With tearful eyes add water to the sea,8 And give more strength to that which hath too much; Whiles in his moan the ship splits on the rock, Which industry and courage might have sav'd? Ah, what a shame! ah, what a fault were this!12 Say, Warwick was our anchor; what of that? And Montague our top-mast; what of him? ​Our slaughter'd friends the tackles; what of these? Why, is not Oxford here another anchor?16 And Somerset another goodly mast? The friends of France our shrouds and tacklings? And, though unskilful, why not Ned and I For once allow'd the skilful pilot's charge?20 We will not from the helm, to sit and weep, But keep our course, though the rough wind say no, From shelves and rocks that threaten us with wrack. As good to chide the waves as speak them fair.24 And what is Edward but a ruthless sea? What Clarence but a quicksand of deceit? And Richard but a ragged fatal rock? All those the enemies to our poor bark.28 Say you can swim; alas! 'tis but a while: Tread on the sand; why, there you quickly sink: Bestride the rock; the tide will wash you off, Or else you famish; that's a threefold death.32 This speak I, lords, to let you understand, If case some one of you would fly from us, That there's no hop'd-for mercy with the brothers More than with ruthless waves, with sands and rocks, Why, courage, then! what cannot be avoided 'Twere childish weakness to lament or fear.
Prince. Methinks a woman of this valiant spirit Should, if a coward heard her speak these words,40 Infuse his breast with magnanimity, And make him, naked, foil a man at arms. I speak not this, as doubting any here; For did I but suspect a fearful man,44 He should have leave to go away betimes, ​Lest in our need he might infect another, And make him of like spirit to himself. If any such be here, as God forbid!48 Let him depart before we need his help.
Oxf. Women and children of so high a courage, And warriors faint! why, 'twere perpetual shame. O brave young prince! thy famous grandfather52 Doth live again in thee: long mayst thou live To bear his image and renew his glories!
Som. And he, that will not fight for such a hope, Go home to bed, and, like the owl by day,56 If he arise, be mock'd and wonder'd at.
Queen. Thanks, gentle Somerset: sweet Oxford, thanks.
Prince. And take his thanks that yet hath nothing else.
Enter a Messenger.
Mess. Prepare you, lords, for Edward is at hand,60 Ready to fight; therefore be resolute.
Oxf. I thought no less: it is his policy To haste thus fast, to find us unprovided.
Som. But he's deceiv'd; we are in readiness.64 Queen. This cheers my heart to see your forwardness.
Oxf. Here pitch our battle; hence we will not budge.
Flourish, and march. Enter Edward, Richard, Clarence, and Soldiers.
K. Edw. Brave followers, yonder stands the thorny wood,67 Which, by the heavens' assistance and your strength, Must by the roots be hewn up yet ere night. I need not add more fuel to your fire, ​For well I wot ye blaze to burn them out: Give signal to the fight, and to it, lords.72
Queen. Lords, knights, and gentlemen, what I should say My tears gainsay; for every word I speak, Ye see, I drink the water of my eye. Therefore, no more but this: Henry, your sovereign,76 Is prisoner to the foe; his state usurp'd, His realm a slaughter house, his subjects slain, His statutes cancell'd, and his treasure spent; And yonder is the wolf that makes this spoil.80 You fight in justice: then, in God's name, lords, Be valiant, and give signal to the fight.Exeunt.
Alarum. Retreat. Excursions.
Scene Five
[Another Part of the Same]
Flourish. Enter Edward, Richard, Clarence [with] Queen, Oxford, Somerset [as prisoners].
K. Edw. Now, here a period of tumultuous broils. Away with Oxford to Hames Castle straight: For Somerset, off with his guilty head. Go, bear them hence; I will not hear them speak.4
Oxf. For my part, I'll not trouble thee with words.
Som. Nor I, but stoop with patience to my fortune. Exeunt [guarded].
Queen. So part we sadly in this troublous world, To meet with joy in sweet Jerusalem.8
K. Edw. Is proclamation made, that who finds Edward ​Shall have a high reward, and he his life?
Rich. It is: and lo, where youthful Edward comes.
Enter the Prince [led in by Soldiers].
K. Edw. Bring forth the gallant: let us hear him speak.12 What! can so young a thorn begin to prick? Edward, what satisfaction canst thou make, For bearing arms, for stirring up my subjects, And all the trouble thou hast turn'd me to?16
Prince. Speak like a subject, proud ambitious York! Suppose that I am now my father's mouth: Resign thy chair, and where I stand kneel thou, Whilst I propose the self-same words to thee,20 Which, traitor, thou wouldst have me answer to.
Queen. Ah, that thy father had been so resolv'd!
Rich. That you might still have worn the petticoat, And ne'er have stol'n the breech from Lancaster.24
Prince. Let Æsop fable in a winter's night; His currish riddles sorts not with this place.
Rich. By heaven, brat, I'll plague ye for that word.
Queen. Ay, thou wast born to be a plague to men.28
Rich. For God's sake, take away this captive scold.
Prince. Nay, take away this scolding crookback rather.
K. Edw. Peace, wilful boy, or I will charm your tongue.
Clar. Untutor'd lad, thou art too malapert.32
Prince. I know my duty; you are all undutiful: Lascivious Edward, and thou perjur'd George, And thou misshapen Dick, I tell ye all, I am your better, traitors as ye are;36 ​And thou usurp'st my father's right and mine.
K. Edw. Take that, the likeness of this railer here.Stabs him.
Rich. Sprawl'st thou? take that, to end thy agony.Rich. stabs him.
Clar. And there's for twitting me with perjury.40
Clar. stabs him.
Queen. O, kill me too!
Rich. Marry, and shall.Offers to kill her.
K. Edw. Hold, Richard, hold! for we have done too much.
Rich. Why should she live, to fill the world with words?44
K. Edw. What! doth she swoon? use means for her recovery.
Rich. Clarence, excuse me to the king, my brother; I'll hence to London on a serious matter: Ere ye come there, be sure to hear some news.48
Clar. What? what?
Rich. Tower! the Tower!Exit.
Queen. O Ned, sweet Ned! speak to thy mother, boy! Canst thou not speak? O traitors! murtherers!52 They that stabb'd Cæsar shed no blood at all, Did not offend, nor were not worthy blame, If this foul deed were by, to equal it: He was a man; this, in respect, a child;56 And men ne'er spend their fury on a child. What's worse than murtherer, that I may name it? No, no, my heart will burst, an if I speak: And I will speak, that so my heart may burst.60 Butchers and villains! bloody cannibals! ​How sweet a plant have you untimely cropp'd! You have no children, butchers! if you had, The thought of them would have stirr'd up remorse:64 But if you ever chance to have a child, Look in his youth to have him so cut off As, deathsmen, you have rid this sweet young prince!
K. Edw. Away with her! go, bear her hence perforce.68
Queen. Nay, never bear me hence, dispatch me here: Here sheathe thy sword, I'll pardon thee my death. What! wilt thou not? then, Clarence, do it thou.
Clar. By heaven, I will not do thee so much ease.72
Queen. Good Clarence, do; sweet Clarence, do thou do it.
Clar. Didst thou not hear me swear I would not do it?
Queen. Ay, but thou usest to forswear thyself: 'Twas sin before, but now 'tis charity.76 What! wilt thou not? Where is that devil's butcher, Richard, hard-favour'd Richard? Richard, where art thou? Thou art not here: murther is thy alms-deed; Petitioners for blood thou ne'er put'st back.80
K. Edw. Away, I say! I charge ye, bear her hence.
Queen. So come to you and yours, as to this prince!Exit Queen [led out forcibly].
K. Edw. Where's Richard gone?
Clar. To London, all in post; and, as I guess,84 To make a bloody supper in the Tower.
K. Edw. He's sudden if a thing comes in his head. Now march we hence: discharge the common sort With pay and thanks, and let's away to London88 ​And see our gentle queen how well she fares; By this, I hope, she hath a son for me.
Exit [with Clarence].
Scene Six
[London. The Tower]
Enter Henry the Sixth and Richard [meeting], with the Lieutenant on the Walls.
Rich. Good day, my lord. What! at your book so hard?
Hen. Ay, my good lord:—my lord, I should say rather; 'Tis sin to flatter, 'good' was little better: 'Good Gloucester' and 'good devil' were alike,4 And both preposterous; therefore, not 'good lord.'
Rich. Sirrah, leave us to ourselves: we must confer.
[Exit Lieutenant.]
Hen. So flies the reckless shepherd from the wolf; So first the harmless sheep doth yield his fleece,8 And next his throat unto the butcher's knife. What scene of death hath Roscius now to act?
Rich. Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind; The thief doth fear each bush an officer.12
Hen. The bird that hath been limed in a bush, With trembling wings misdoubteth every bush; And I, the hapless male to one sweet bird, Have now the fatal object in my eye16 Where my poor young was lim'd, was caught, and kill'd.
Rich. Why, what a peevish fool was that of Crete, That taught his son the office of a fowl! ​And yet, for all his wings, the fool was drown'd.20
Hen. I, Dædalus; my poor boy, Icarus; Thy father, Minos, that denied our course; The sun, that sear'd the wings of my sweet boy, Thy brother Edward, and thyself the sea,24 Whose envious gulf did swallow up his life. Ah! kill me with thy weapon, not with words. My breast can better brook thy dagger's point Than can my ears that tragic history.28 But wherefore dost thou come? is 't for my life?
Rich. Think'st thou I am an executioner?
Hen. A persecutor, I am sure, thou art: If murth'ring innocents be executing,32 Why, then thou art an executioner.
Rich. Thy son I kill'd for his presumption.
Hen. Hadst thou been kill'd, when first thou didst presume, Thou hadst not liv'd to kill a son of mine.36 And thus I prophesy: that many a thousand, Which now mistrust no parcel of my fear, And many an old man's sigh, and many a widow's, And many an orphan's water-standing eye,40 Men for their sons', wives for their husbands', And orphans for their parents' timeless death, Shall rue the hour that ever thou wast born. The owl shriek'd at thy birth, an evil sign;44 The night-crow cried, aboding luckless time; Dogs howl'd, and hideous tempest shook down trees! The raven rook'd her on the chimney's top, And chattering pies in dismal discords sung.48 Thy mother felt more than a mother's pain, And yet brought forth less than a mother's hope; ​To wit an indigested and deformed lump, Not like the fruit of such a goodly tree.52 Teeth hadst thou in thy head when thou wast born, To signify thou cam'st to bite the world: And, if the rest be true which I have heard, Thou cam'st—56
Rich. I'll hear no more: die, prophet, in thy speech: Stabs him. For this, amongst the rest, was I ordain'd.
Hen. Ay, and for much more slaughter after this.59 O, God forgive my sins, and pardon thee!Dies.
Rich. What! will the aspiring blood of Lancaster Sink in the ground? I thought it would have mounted. See how my sword weeps for the poor king's death! O, may such purple tears be always shed64 From those that wish the downfall of our house. If any spark of life be yet remaining, Down, down to hell; and say I sent thee thither,Stabs him again. I, that have neither pity, love, nor fear.68 Indeed, 'tis true, that Henry told me of; For I have often heard my mother say I came into the world with my legs forward. Had I not reason, think ye, to make haste,72 And seek their ruin that usurp'd our right? The midwife wonder'd, and the women cried "O! Jesus bless us, he is born with teeth.' And so I was; which plainly signified76 That I should snarl and bite and play the dog. Then, since the heavens have shap'd my body so, Let hell make crook'd my mind to answer it. I have no brother, I am like no brother;80 And this word 'love,' which greybeards call divine, ​Be resident in men like one another And not in me: I am myself alone. Clarence, beware; thou keep'st me from the light:84 But I will sort a pitchy day for thee; For I will buzz abroad such prophecies That Edward shall be fearful of his life; And then, to purge his fear, I'll be thy death.88 King Henry and the prince his son are gone: Clarence, thy turn is next, and then the rest, Counting myself but bad till I be best. I'll throw thy body in another room,92 And triumph, Henry, in thy day of doom. Exit [with the body].
Scene Seven
[The Same. A Room in the Palace]
Flourish. Enter King, Queen [Elizabeth], Clarence, Richard, Hastings, Nurse [with Infant], and Attendants..
King. Once more we sit in England's royal throne, Repurchas'd with the blood of enemies. What valiant foemen, like to autumn's corn, Have we mow'd down, in tops of all their pride!4 Three Dukes of Somerset, threefold renown'd For hardy and undoubted champions; Two Cliffords, as the father and the son; And two Northumberlands: two braver men8 Ne'er spurr'd their coursers at the trumpet's sound; With them, the two brave bears, Warwick and Montague, ​That in their chains fetter'd the kingly lion, And made the forest tremble when they roar'd.12 Thus have we swept suspicion from our seat, And made our footstool of security. Come hither, Bess, and let me kiss my boy. Young Ned, for thee thine uncles and myself16 Have in our armours watch'd the winter's night; Went all afoot in summer's scalding heat, That thou might'st repossess the crown in peace; And of our labours thou shalt reap the gain.20
Rich. [Aside.] I'll blast his harvest, if your head were laid; For yet I am not look'd on in the world. This shoulder was ordain'd so thick to heave; And heave it shall some weight, or break my back:24 Work thou the way, and that shall execute.
King. Clarence and Gloucester, love my lovely queen; And kiss your princely nephew, brothers both.
Clar. The duty that I owe unto your majesty28 I seal upon the lips of this sweet babe.
King. Thanks, noble Clarence; worthy brother, thanks.
Rich. And that I love the tree from whence thou sprang'st, Witness the loving kiss I give the fruit.32 [Aside.] To say the truth, so Judas kiss'd his master, And cried 'all hail!' when as he meant all harm.
King. Now am I seated as my soul delights, Having my country's peace and brothers' loves.36
Clar. What will your Grace have done with Margaret? ​Reignier, her father, to the King of France Hath pawn'd the Sicils and Jerusalem, And hither have they sent it for her ransom.40
King. Away with her, and waft her hence to France. And now what rests but that we spend the time With stately triumphs, mirthful comic shows, Such as befits the pleasure of the court?44 Sound drums and trumpets! farewell sour annoy! For here, I hope, begins our lasting joy.
Exeunt omnes.
FINIS
Footnotes to Act V
Scene One
​3 Dunsmore: Dunsmore Heath, eight miles east of Coventry ​6 Daintry: Daventry, 20 miles southeast 9 Southam: 15 miles south 13 Warwick: 12 miles southwest 16 parle: parley 18 unbid: unwelcome 20 repair: approach ​36 Atlas: capable supporter 42 forecast: forethought 43 single: simple, unimportant 44 deck: pack of cards 45 bishop's palace; cf. n. 48 time: favorable moment 49 Nay, when: come! come! ​57 Wind-changing: fickle as the wind 63 bid: offer 64 of small defence: ill-fortified 73 Two of thy name; cf. n. ​78 to: for 81 S. d.; cf. n. 84 lime: cement 89 object: urge 92 my trespass made: the fault I have already committed 106 passing: surpassing ​109 Alas: forsooth
Scene Two
​2 bug: imaginary terror 13 ramping: rampant, fierce ​14 overpeer'd . . . tree: towered above the oak 23 smear'd: is soiled 31 Cf. n. ​50 S. d.; cf. n.
Scene Three
​8 arriv'd: landed at ​21 rids way: does away with distance
Scene Four
​1–38 cf. n. 2 cheerly: blithely ​15 tackles: ropes 23 shelves: sandbanks 27 ragged: jagged 34 If case: if it should happen 41 magnanimity: courage ​63 unprovided: unprepared ​74 gainsay: forbid 82 S. d. Excursions: sallies across the stage
Scene Five
​1 period: full stop 2 Hames Castle; cf. n. ​18 mouth: representative 24 breech: breeches 25 Æsop; cf. n. 26 sorts: agree 31 charm: silence 32 malapert: impudent ​39 Sprawl'st: twitchest in death-agony 42 Marry . . . shall: I will, forsooth 48 be sure: expect 55 equal: compare with 56 in respect: compared with him ​62 cropp'd: broken off 63 You have no children; cf. n. 64 remorse: pity 67 deathsmen: executioners 67 rid: made away 75 usest: hast the habit 79 alms-deed: charity 82 come to: befall 87 common sort: plain soldiery ​
Scene Six
​10 Roscius; cf. n. 13 limed: caught with bird-lime 15 male: male parent 18 that of Crete; cf. n. ​38 mistrust no parcel: have no inkling 40 water-standing: flooded with tears 42 timeless: untimely 45 aboding: foreboding 47 rook'd her: squatted 48 pies: magpies ​64 purple tears: drops of blood ​85 sort: find out 85 pitchy: pitch-black 86 buzz: whisper 88 purge: remove 91 bad: lowly
Scene Seven
​4 in tops: at the height 6 undoubted: fearless 7 as: to wit ​13 suspicion: anxiety 17 watch'd: kept vigil through 21 laid: laid to rest, dead 25 thou: his brain 25 that: his arm or shoulder ​40 it: the sum raised 43 triumphs: public rejoicings