GLOSTER.
Welcome, good Clarence; this is brother-like.

WARWICK.
O passing traitor, perjur'd 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 coop'd 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!

[March. Exeunt.]



SCENE II. A Field of Battle near Barnet.

[Alarum and excursions. Enter KING EDWARD, bringing in
WARWICK wounded.]

KING EDWARD.
So, lie thou there; die thou, and die our fear,