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| Character | Warwick Richard Edward George | |
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| Scene type / Who are | Siblings, Friends, Colleagues | |
| Type | Dramatic | |
| Period | Renaissance | |
| Genre | Historical, Drama | |
| Description | Warwick, Richard, Edward and George vow to fight til the end | |
| Location | ACT II, Scene 3 | |
Summary
In the first scene of the play the Duke of York organizes a revolt against King Henry VI and wins. However, he promises King Henry VI that he will let him rule England until his death. The Duke of York will be his successor. York's sons, Edward and Richard, persuade their father to break his promise and seize the crown before Henry's death. York is persuaded to fight against Henry's army.
York loses the battle and is killed. In this scene King Henry, Margaret, Clifford, Northumberland and Prince Edward arrive at the town of York. There they confront York's sons Edward and Richard, who arrive with Warwick, Norfolk, George and Montegue.
Richard and Clifford have a heated argument, Prince Edward urges King Henry to be strong, Warwick asks the king to concede his crown to Edward. They decide to fight.
In this scene Warwick, Richard, Edward and George meet during the battle. They are losing the battle and Warwick enters the scene, exhausted. Edward and George are desperate and realize they are losing. Richard enters, tells Warwick that his brother is dead and urges him to seek revenge.
Warwick vows he will not run away anymore and will fight to the death. Edward, Richard and George join him in the vow.
York loses the battle and is killed. In this scene King Henry, Margaret, Clifford, Northumberland and Prince Edward arrive at the town of York. There they confront York's sons Edward and Richard, who arrive with Warwick, Norfolk, George and Montegue.
Richard and Clifford have a heated argument, Prince Edward urges King Henry to be strong, Warwick asks the king to concede his crown to Edward. They decide to fight.
In this scene Warwick, Richard, Edward and George meet during the battle. They are losing the battle and Warwick enters the scene, exhausted. Edward and George are desperate and realize they are losing. Richard enters, tells Warwick that his brother is dead and urges him to seek revenge.
Warwick vows he will not run away anymore and will fight to the death. Edward, Richard and George join him in the vow.
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| SCENE III. A field of battle between Towton and Saxton, in Yorkshire. [Alarum. Excursions. Enter WARWICK] WARWICK Forspent with toil, as runners with a race, I lay me down a little while to breathe; For strokes received, and many blows repaid, Have robb'd my strong-knit sinews of their strength, And spite of spite needs must I rest awhile. [Enter EDWARD, running] EDWARD Smile, gentle heaven! or strike, ungentle death! For this world frowns, and Edward's sun is clouded. WARWICK How now, my lord! what hap? what hope of good? [Enter GEORGE] GEORGE Our hap is loss, our hope but sad despair; Our ranks are broke, and ruin follows us: What counsel give you? whither shall we fly? EDWARD Bootless is flight, they follow us with wings; And weak we are and cannot shun pursuit. [Enter RICHARD] RICHARD Ah, Warwick, why hast thou withdrawn thyself? Thy brother's blood the thirsty earth hath drunk, Broach'd with the steely point of Clifford's lance; And in the very pangs of death he cried, Like to a dismal clangour heard from far, 'Warwick, revenge! brother, revenge my death!' So, underneath the belly of their steeds, That stain'd their fetlocks in his smoking blood, The noble gentleman gave up the ghost. WARWICK Then let the earth be drunken with our blood: I'll kill my horse, because I will not fly. Why stand we like soft-hearted women here, Wailing our losses, whiles the foe doth rage; And look upon, as if the tragedy Were play'd in jest by counterfeiting actors? Here on my knee I vow to God above, I'll never pause again, never stand still, Till either death hath closed these eyes of mine Or fortune given me measure of revenge. EDWARD O Warwick, I do bend my knee with thine; And in this vow do chain my soul to thine! And, ere my knee rise from the earth's cold face, I throw my hands, mine eyes, my heart to thee, Thou setter up and plucker down of kings, Beseeching thee, if with they will it stands That to my foes this body must be prey, Yet that thy brazen gates of heaven may ope, And give sweet passage to my sinful soul! Now, lords, take leave until we meet again, Where'er it be, in heaven or in earth. RICHARD Brother, give me thy hand; and, gentle Warwick, Let me embrace thee in my weary arms: I, that did never weep, now melt with woe That winter should cut off our spring-time so. WARWICK Away, away! Once more, sweet lords farewell. GEORGE Yet let us all together to our troops, And give them leave to fly that will not stay; And call them pillars that will stand to us; And, if we thrive, promise them such rewards As victors wear at the Olympian games: This may plant courage in their quailing breasts; For yet is hope of life and victory. Forslow no longer, make we hence amain. [Exeunt] |
