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King Edward's fruit, true heir to the English crown. Riv. But, madam, where is Warwick then be
come? Queen. I am informed that he comes towards London, To set the crown once more on Henry's head: 270 Guess thou the rest ; king Edward's friends must
down. But, to prevent the tyrant's violence (For trust not him that once hath broken faith), I'll hence forthwith unto the sanctuary, To save at least the heir of Edward's right; There shall I rest secure from force, and fraud. Come, therefore, let us fly, while we may fly; If Warwick take us, we are sure to die. [Exeunt.
A Park near Middleham-Castle in Yorkshire. Enter
GLOSTER, HASTINGS, and Sir WILLIAM STAN
Glo. Now, my lord Hastings, and Sir William
Stanley, Leave off to wonder why I drew you hither, 280 Into this chiefest thicket of the park. Thus stands the case: You know our king, my bro
ther, Is prisoner to the bishop here, at whose hands He hath good usage and great liberty :
And often, but attended with weak guard,
Enter King EDWARD, and a Hunstman.
Hunt. This way, my lord; for this way lies the
game. K. Edw. Nay, this way, man; see, where the
huntsmen stand. Now, brother of Gloster, lord Hastings, and the rest, Stand you thus close to steal the bishop's deer?
Glo. Brother, the time and case requireth haste ; Your horse stands ready at the park-corner.
K. Edw. But whither shall we then?
Flanders. Glo.' Well guess'd, believe me; for that was my meaning.
300 K. Edw. Stanley, I will requite thy forwardness. Glo. But wherefore stay we? 'tis no time to talk. K. Edw. Huntsman, what say'st thou ? wilt thou
K. Edw. Bishop, farewel : shield thee from War
wick's frown; And pray that I may reposses the crown. Excunt.
The Tower in London. Enter King Henry, CLARENCE,
WARWICK, SOMÉRSÉT, Young RICHMOND, OxFORD, MONTAGUE, and Lieutenant of the Tower. K. Henry. Master lieutenant, now that God and
friends Have shaken Edward from the regal seat; And turn'd my captive state to liberty,
310 My fear to hope, my sorrows unto joys; At our enlargement what are thy due fees? Lieu. Subjects may challenge nothing of their so.
vereigns; But, if an humble prayer may prevail, I then crave pardon of your majesty.
K. Henry. For what, lieutenant for well using me? Nay, be thou sure, I'll well requite thy kindness, For that it made my imprisonment a pleasure : Ay, such a pleasure as incaged birds Conceive, when, after many moody thoughts, 320 At last, by notes of household harmony, They quite forget their loss of liberty.But, Warwick, after God, thou set'st me free, And chiefly therefore I thank God, and thee;
He was the author, thou the instrument.
331 For thou art fortunate in all thy deeds.
War. Your grace hath still been fam'd for virtuous : And now may seem as wise as virtuous, By spying, and avoiding, fortune's malice, For few men rightly temper with the stars : Yet in this one thing let me blame your grace, For chusing me, when Clarence is in place.
Clar. No, Warwick, thou art worthy of the sway, To whom the heavens, in thy nativity,
War. And I chuse Clarence only for protector,
your hands; Now join your hands, and, with you hands, your
War. What answers Clarence to his sovereign's
will ? Clar. That he consents, if Warwick yield consent; For on thy fortune I repose myself, War. Why then, though loth, yet must I be con
tent: We'll yoke together, like a double shadow To Henry's body, and supply his place; I mean, in bearing weight of government, While he enjoys the honour, and his ease. And, Clarence, now then it is more than needful, Forthwith that Edward be pronounc'd a traitor, And all his lands and goods confiscated. Clar. What else ? and that succession be deter
min'd. War. Ay, therein Clarence shall not want his part.
K. Henry. But, with the first of all our chief affairs, Let me entreat (for I command no more), That Margaret your queen, and my son Edward, Be sent for, to return from France with speed ! For, 'till I see them here, by doubtful fear My joy of liberty is half eclips’d. Clar. It shall be done, my sovereign, with all
speed. K. Henry. My lord of Somerset, what youth is that, Of whom you seem to
ve so tender care? Som. My liege, it is young Henry, earl of Rich
mond, X. Henry. Come hither, England's hope : If secret powers [Lays his Hand on his Head.