OXFORD

Then Warwick disanulls great John of Gaunt, Which did subdue the greatest partly of Spain; And after John of Gaunt, Henry the Fourth, Whose Wisdom was a Mirror to the wisest: And after that wise Prince, Henry the Fifth, Who by his Prowess conquered all France: From that see, our Henry lineally descends. Why Warwick, canst thou speak against thy Liege, Whom thou obeyd'st thirty and six years, And not bewray thy Treason with a Blush? Call him my King, by whose injurious doom My elder Brother, the Lord Aubrey Vere Was done to death? and more then so, my Father, Even in the downfall of his mellowed years, When Nature brought him to the door of Death? No Warwick, no: while Life upholds this Arm, This Arm upholds the House of Lancaster. I Like it well, that our fair Queen and Mistress Smiles at her news, while Warwick frowns at his. What now remains my Lords for us to do, But march to London with our Soldiers? I: for if Edward repossess the Crown, It's Like that Richmond, with the rest, shall down. And thus I seal my truth, and bid adieu. Oxford, Oxford, for Lancaster. Away, away, to meet the Queens great power. Women and Children of so high a courage, And Warriors faint, why 'twere perpetual shame. O brave young Prince: thy famous Grandfather Does live again in thee; long mayest thou live, To bear his Image, and renew his Glories. I thought no less: it is his Policy, To haste thus fast, to find us unprovided. Here pitch our Battle, hence we will not budge. For my partly, I'll not trouble thee with words.