Act 2 - Scene 1
A plain near Mortimer's Cross in Herefordshire.
A march. Enter EDWARD, RICHARD, and their power
I wonder how our princely father 'scaped,
Or whether he be 'scaped away or no
From Clifford's and Northumberland's
Had he been ta'en, we should have heard the news;
Had he been slain, we should have heard
Or had he 'scaped, methinks we should have heard
The happy tidings of his good escape.
fares my brother? why is he so sad?
I cannot joy, until I be resolved
Where our right valiant father is become.
I saw him in the battle range
And watch'd him how he singled Clifford forth.
Methought he bore him in the thickest troop
a lion in a herd of neat;
Or as a bear, encompass'd round with dogs,
Who having pinch'd a few and made
The rest stand all aloof, and bark at him.
So fared our father with his enemies;
So fled his enemies
my warlike father:
Methinks, 'tis prize enough to be his son.
See how the morning opes her golden gates,
takes her farewell of the glorious sun!
How well resembles it the prime of youth,
Trimm'd like a younker
prancing to his love!
Dazzle mine eyes, or do I see three suns?
Three glorious suns, each one a perfect sun;
Not separated with the racking clouds,
But sever'd in a pale
See, see! they join, embrace, and seem to kiss,
As if they vow'd some league inviolable:
are they but one lamp, one light, one sun.
In this the heaven figures some event.
'Tis wondrous strange, the like yet never heard of.
I think it cites us, brother, to the field,
That we, the
sons of brave Plantagenet,
Each one already blazing by our meeds,
Should notwithstanding join our lights
And over-shine the earth as this the world.
Whate'er it bodes, henceforward will I bear
target three fair-shining suns.
Nay, bear three daughters: by your leave I speak it,
You love the breeder better than the male.
Enter a Messenger
But what art thou, whose heavy looks foretell
Some dreadful story hanging on thy tongue?
Ah, one that was a woful looker-on
When as the noble Duke of York was slain,
Your princely father and
my loving lord!
O, speak no more, for I have heard too much.
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