ACT V. SCENE I. Coventry. Enter, upon the Walls, WARWICK, the Mayor of Coventry, Two Meffengers, and Others. WAR. Where is the poft, that came from valiant Oxford? How far hence is thy lord, mine honest fellow ? 1 MESS. By this at Dunfmore,3 marching hitherward. WAR. How far off is our brother Montague?Where is the poft that came from Montague? '2 MESS. By this at Daintry, with a puiffant troop. Enter Sir JOHN SOMERVILLE. 'WAR. Say, Somerville, what fays my loving son ? And, by the guefs, how nigh is Clarence now? SOM. At Southam I did leave him with his forces, 'And do expect him here fome 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; 3 at Dunfmore,] The quartos read-at Daintry: i. e. Daventry. STEEVENS. at Daintry,] The quartos read-at Dunfmore. STEEVENS. *The drum your honour hears, marcheth from Warwick. * WAR. Who should that be? belike, unlook'dfor friends. *SOM. They are at hand, and you fhall quickly know. Drums. Enter King EDWARD, GLOSTER, and Forces, marching. * K. Edw. Go, trumpet, to the walls, and found a parle. 'GLO. See, how the furly Warwick mans the wall. WAR. O, unbid spite ! is sportful Edward come? Where flept our scouts,5 or how are they feduc'd, That we could hear no news of his repair? * 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 fhall pardon thee these outrages. WAR. Nay, rather, wilt thou draw thy forces hence, Confefs who set thee up and pluck'd thee down?Call Warwick-patron, and be penitent, And thou shalt ftill remain the duke of York. Grò. I thought, at least, he would have faid-the king; Or did he make the jest against his will? * WAR. Is not a dukedom, fir, a goodly gift? • Where flept our fcouts ?] So, în King John: "O, where hath our intelligence been drunk? *I'll do thee service for fo 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 fo great a weight: And, weakling, Warwick takes his gift again; And Henry is my king, Warwick his fubject. * K. Edw. But Warwick's king is Edward's prifoner : And, gallant Warwick, do but answer this,What is the body, when the head is off? GLO. Alas, that Warwick had no more fore- But, whiles he thought to steal the single ten, • I'll do thee fervice-] i. e. enroll myself among thy dependants. Cowell informs us, that fervitium is "that Jervice which the tenant, by reason of his fee, oweth unto his lord." STEEVENS. The king was lily finger'd from the deck!] The quartos read-finely finger'd. Finely is fubtly. So, in Holinfhed's reign of King Henry VI. p. 640 "In his way he tooke by fine force, a tower," &c. Again, p. 649, and by fine force either to win their purpofe, or end their lives in the fame." A pack of cards was anciently termed a deck of cards, or a pair of cards. It is ftill, as I am informed, fo called in Ireland. Thus, in King Edward I. 1599;" as it were, turned us, with duces and trays, out of the deck." "Well, if I chance but once to get the deck, "To deal about and fhuffle as I would." STEEVENS. An inftance of a pack of cards being called a deck, occurs in the feffions paper, for January, 1788. So that the term appears to be still in ufe. RITSON. You left poor Henry at the bishop's palace, And, ten to one, you'll meet him in the Tower. K. Edw. 'Tis even fo; yet you are Warwick still. * GLO. Come, Warwick, take the time,' kneel down, kneel down: *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 fo low a fail, to ftrike to thee. * K. EDW. Sail how thou canft, have wind and tide thy friend; *This hand, faft wound about thy coal-black hair, * Shall, whiles the head is warm, and new cut off, * Write in the dust this sentence with thy blood,— • Wind-changing Warwick now can change no more. 8 Enter OXFORD, with Drum and Colours. *WAR. O cheerful colours! fee, where Oxford comes! OXF. Oxford, Oxford, for Lancaster ! [OXFORD and his Forces enter the City. 3 the bishop's palace,] The palace of the bishop of London. MALONE. yet you are Warwick ftill.] Thus the folio. The old play reads and yet you are ould Warwick still. I take the time,] So, in Macbeth : but we'll take to-morrow." MALONE. An expreffion which Mr. Malone would change for-" talk to-morrow." See Vol. X. p. 145, n.6. STEEVENS. 2 Nay, when?] This exclamation, expreffive of impatience, has already occurred in King Richard II. See Vol. XI. p. 12, n. 5. STEEVENS. 'GLO. The gates are open, let us enter too.3 "K. EDW. So other foes may fet upon our backs, * Stand we in good array; for they, no doubt, * Will iffue out again, and bid us battle: 'If not, the city, being but of small defence, '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. "GLO. Thou and thy brother both fhall buy this treafon "Even with the dearest blood your bodies bear. * K. EDW. The harder match'd, the greater vic tory; My mind prefageth happy gain, and conqueft. Enter SOMERSET, with Drum and Colours. SOM. Somerfet, Somerfet, for Lancaster! [He and his Forces enter the City. GLO. Two of thy name, both dukes of Somerset, Have fold their lives unto the houfe of York:4 And thou shalt be the third, if this fword hold. 3 The gates are open, let us enter too.] Thus the folio. The quartos read: "The gates are open, fee, they enter in; "Let's follow them, and bid them battle in the streets. "Edw. No: fo fome other might set upon our backs, "We'll stay till all be enter'd, and then follow them." STEEVENS. Two of thy name, both dukes of Somerfet, Have fold their lives unto the houfe of York; The first of |