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Henry VI Part 3
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  • ACT V SCENE IV

    
     Dramatis Personae 
     Act I   Scene I 
     Act I   Scene II 
     Act I   Scene III 
     Act I   Scene IV 
     Act II  Scene I 
     Act II  Scene II 
     Act II  Scene III 
     Act II  Scene IV 
     Act II  Scene V 
     Act II  Scene VI 
     Act III Scene I 
     Act III Scene II  
     Act III Scene III 
     Act IV  Scene I  
    
    
    
     Act IV  Scene II 
     Act IV  Scene III 
     Act IV  Scene IV  
     Act IV  Scene V 
     Act IV  Scene VI 
     Act IV  Scene VII
     Act IV  Scene VIII 
     Act V   Scene I 
     Act V   Scene II 
     Act V   Scene III
     Act V   Scene IV
     Act V   Scene V 
     Act V   Scene VI 
     Act V   Scene VII 
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     Act V 

    
    ACT V: SCENE IV	Plains near Tewksbury.

    
    	March. Enter QUEEN MARGARET, PRINCE EDWARD,
    	SOMERSET, OXFORD, and soldiers
    
    QUEEN MARGARET	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,
    	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
    	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 saved?
    	Ah, what a shame! ah, what a fault were this!
    	Say Warwick was our anchor; what of that?
    	And Montague our topmost; what of him?
    	Our slaughter'd friends the tackles; what of these?
    	Why, is not Oxford here another anchor?
    	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?
    	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 wreck.
    	As good to chide the waves as speak them fair.
    	And what is Edward but ruthless sea?
    	What Clarence but a quicksand of deceit?
    	And Richard but a ragged fatal rock?
    	All these the enemies to our poor bark.
    	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.
    	This speak I, lords, to let you understand,
    	If case some one of you would fly from us,
    	That there's no hoped-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 EDWARD	Methinks a woman of this valiant spirit
    	Should, if a coward heard her speak these words,
    	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
    	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!--
    	Let him depart before we need his help.
    
    OXFORD	Women and children of so high a courage,
    	And warriors faint! why, 'twere perpetual shame.
    	O brave young prince! thy famous grandfather
    	Doth live again in thee: long mayst thou live
    	To bear his image and renew his glories!
    
    SOMERSET	And he that will not fight for such a hope.
    	Go home to bed, and like the owl by day,
    	If he arise, be mock'd and wonder'd at.
    
    QUEEN MARGARET	Thanks, gentle Somerset; sweet Oxford, thanks.
    
    PRINCE EDWARD	And take his thanks that yet hath nothing else.
    
    	Enter a Messenger
    
    Messenger	Prepare you, lords, for Edward is at hand.
    	Ready to fight; therefore be resolute.
    
    OXFORD	 I thought no less: it is his policy
    	To haste thus fast, to find us unprovided.
    
    SOMERSET	But he's deceived; we are in readiness.
    
    QUEEN MARGARET	This cheers my heart, to see your forwardness.
    
    OXFORD	Here pitch our battle; hence we will not budge.
    
    	Flourish and march. Enter KING EDWARD IV, GLOUCESTER,
    	CLARENCE, and soldiers
    
    KING EDWARD IV	Brave followers, yonder stands the thorny wood,
    	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!
    
    QUEEN MARGARET	Lords, knights, and gentlemen, what I should say
    	My tears gainsay; for every word I speak,
    	Ye see, I drink the water of mine eyes.
    	Therefore, no more but this: Henry, your sovereign,
    	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.
    	You fight in justice: then, in God's name, lords,
    	Be valiant and give signal to the fight.
    
    	Alarum. Retreat. Excursions. Exeunt
    
    
    

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