KING EDWARD.
Now, welcome more, and ten times more beloved,
Than if thou never hadst deserved our hate.
RICHARD.
Welcome, good Clarence; this is brother-like.
WARWICK.
O passing traitor, perjured and unjust!
KING EDWARD.
What, Warwick, wilt thou leave the town and fight?
Or shall we beat the stones about thine ears?
WARWICK.
Alas! I am not cooped here for defence!
I will away towards Barnet presently
And bid thee battle, Edward, if thou dar’st.
KING EDWARD.
Yes, Warwick, Edward dares, and leads the way.
Lords, to the field! Saint George and victory!
[Exeunt. March. Warwick and his company follows.]
SCENE II. A Field of Battle near Barnet
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.