How will my mother for a father's death.Take on with me,and ne'er be satisfied!FATHER.How will my wife for slaughter of my son Shed seas of tears,and ne'er be satisfied!KING HENRY.How will the country for these woeful chances Misthink the King,and not be satisfied!SON.Was ever son so rued a father's death?FATHER.Was ever father so bemoan'd his son?KING HENRY.Was ever king so griev'd for subjects'woe?Much is your sorrow;mine ten times so much.SON.I'll bear thee hence,where I may weep my fill.Exit with the body FATHER.These arms of mine shall be thy winding-sheet;My heart,sweet boy,shall be thy sepulchre,For from my heart thine image ne'er shall go;My sighing breast shall be thy funeral bell;And so obsequious will thy father be,Even for the loss of thee,having no more,As Priam was for all his valiant sons.I'll bear thee hence;and let them fight that will,For I have murdered where I should not kill.Exit with the body KING HENRY.Sad-hearted men,much overgone with care,Here sits a king more woeful than you are.
Alarums,excursions.Enter QUEEN MARGARET,PRINCE OF WALES,and EXETER
PRINCE OF WALES.Fly,father,fly;for all your friends are fled,And Warwick rages like a chafed bull.Away!for death doth hold us in pursuit.QUEEN MARGARET.Mount you,my lord;towards Berwick post amain.Edward and Richard,like a brace of greyhounds Having the fearful flying hare in sight,With fiery eyes sparkling for very wrath,And bloody steel grasp'd in their ireful hands,Are at our backs;and therefore hence amain.EXETER.Away!for vengeance comes along with them.Nay,stay not to expostulate;make speed;Or else come after.I'll away before.KING HENRY.Nay,take me with thee,good sweet Exeter.Not that I fear to stay,but love to go Whither the Queen intends.Forward;away!Exeunt
SCENE VI.Another part of the field
A loud alarum.Enter CLIFFORD,wounded
CLIFFORD.Here burns my candle out;ay,here it dies,Which,whiles it lasted,gave King Henry light.O Lancaster,I fear thy overthrow More than my body's parting with my soul!My love and fear glu'd many friends to thee;And,now I fall,thy tough commixture melts,Impairing Henry,strength'ning misproud York.The common people swarm like summer flies;And whither fly the gnats but to the sun?And who shines now but Henry's enemies?O Phoebus,hadst thou never given consent That Phaethon should check thy fiery steeds,Thy burning car never had scorch'd the earth!And,Henry,hadst thou sway'd as kings should do,Or as thy father and his father did,Giving no ground unto the house of York,They never then had sprung like summer flies;I and ten thousand in this luckless realm Had left no mourning widows for our death;And thou this day hadst kept thy chair in peace.For what doth cherish weeds but gentle air?And what makes robbers bold but too much lenity?Bootless are plaints,and cureless are my wounds.No way to fly,nor strength to hold out flight.The foe is merciless and will not pity;For at their hands I have deserv'd no pity.The air hath got into my deadly wounds,And much effuse of blood doth make me faint.Come,York and Richard,Warwick and the rest;I stabb'd your fathers'bosoms:split my breast.[He faints]
Alarum and retreat.Enter EDWARD,GEORGE,RICHARD MONTAGUE,WARWICK,and soldiers.
