Another Part of the Field. |
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Flourish. Enter KING EDWARD, in triumph: with CLARENCE, GLOUCESTER, and the rest. |
| K. Edw. Thus far our fortune keeps an upward course, |
| And we are grac'd with wreaths of victory. |
| But in the midst of this bright-shining day, |
| I spy a black, suspicious, threat'ning cloud, |
| That will encounter with our glorious sun, |
| Ere he attain his easeful western bed: |
| I mean, my lords, those powers that the queen |
| Hath rais'd in Gallia, have arriv'd our coast, |
| And, as we hear, march on to fight with us. |
| Clar. A little gale will soon disperse that cloud, |
| And blow it to the source from whence it came: |
| Thy very beams will dry those vapours up, |
| For every cloud engenders not a storm. |
| Glo. The queen is valu'd thirty thousand strong, |
| And Somerset, with Oxford, fled to her: |
| If she have time to breathe, be well assur'd |
| Her faction will be full as strong as ours. |
| K. Edw. We are advertis'd by our loving friends |
| That they do hold their course toward Tewksbury. |
| We, having now the best at Barnet field, |
| Will thither straight, for willingness rids way; |
| And, as we march, our strength will be augmented |
| In every county as we go along. |
| Strike up the drum! cry 'Courage!' and away. [Flourish. Exeunt. |
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