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Yes, Warwick, Edward dares, and leads the way. - [115]
Lords, to the field! Saint George, and victory!
Exeunt [King Edward and his company below, Warwick and his company
aloft]. March. [Enter below as out of the city] Warwick and his company

[and] follow [King Edward].

Scene II IT

Alarum, and excursions. Enter [King] Edward bringing forth Warwick
wounded.

KING EDWARD

So, lie thou there. Die thou, and die our fear,
For Warwick was a bug that feared us all.
Now, Montague, sit fast: I seek for thee
That Warwick’s bones may keep thine company.

Exit.

WARWICK

Ah, who is nigh? Come to me, friend or foe, [5]
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
That I must yield my body to the earth
And, by my fall, the conquest to my foe. [10]
Thus yields the cedar to the axe’s edge,
Whose arms gave shelter to the princely eagle,
Under whose shade the ramping lion slept,
Whose top-branch overpeered Jove’s spreading tree,
And kept low shrubs from winter’s powerful wind. [15]
These eyes that now are dimmed with death’s black veil
Have been as piercing as the midday sun
To search the secret treasons of the world;
The wrinkles in my brows, now filled with blood,
Were likened oft to kingly sepulchres: [20]
For who lived king but I could dig his grave
And who durst smile when Warwick bent his brow?
Lo, now my glory smeared in dust and blood.
My parks, my walks, my manors that I had,
Even now forsake me; and of all my lands [25]