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Third Watch. O is it so? But why commands the king
That his chief followers lodge in towns about him, While he himself keeps in the cold field?
Second Watch. 'Tis the more honour, because more dangerous.
K. Edw. What fates impose, that men must needs abide :
It boots not to resist both wind and tide. Exeunt King EDWARD, led out; and SOMERSET.
Orf. What now remains, my lords, for us to do
Third Watch. Ay, but give me worship and But march to London with our soldiers? quietness;
I like it better than a dangerous honour.
First Watch. Unless our halberds did shut up his passage.
Second Watch. Ay; wherefore else guard we his royal tent,
But to defend his person from night-foes?
Enter WARWICK, CLARENCE, OXFORD,
War. This is his tent; and see where stand his guard.
Courage, my masters! honour now or never!
What are they that fly there? War. Richard and Hastings; let them go'; here's the duke.
K. Edw. The dnke! Why, Warwick, when we parted last,
Thou call'dst me king!
War. Ay, but the case is alter'd: When you disgrac'd me in my embassade, Then I degraded you from being king, And come now to create you Duke of York. Alas! how should you govern any kingdom, That know not how to use ambassadors, Nor how to be contented with one wife, Nor how to use your brothers brotherly, Nor how to study for the people's welfare, Nor how to shroud yourself from enemies?
K. Edw. Yea, brother of Clarence, art thou here too?
Nay, then I see that Edward needs must down.
I'll follow you, and tell what answer
War. Ay, that's the first thing that we have to do;
To free King Henry from imprisonment,
SCENE IV.-London. A Room in the Palace.
Q. Eliz. Why, brother Rivers, are you yet to
Q. Eliz. No, but the loss of his own royal person. Riv. Then is my sovereign slain?
Q. Eliz. Ay, almost slain, for he is taken Either betray'd by falsehood of his guard, prisoner; Or by his foe surpris'd at unawares : And, as I further have to understand, Is new committed to the Bishop of York, Fell Warwick's brother, and by that our foe.
Riv. These news I must confess are full of grief; Yet, gracious madam, bear it as you may Warwick may lose, that now hath won the day. Q. Eliz. Till then fair hope must hinder life's decay:
And I the rather wean me from despair
Hast. To Lynn, my lord; and ship from thence to Flanders.
Glou. Well guess'd, believe me; for that was my meaning.
K. Edw. Stanley, I will requite thy forwardness. Glou. But wherefore stay we? 'tis no time to talk.
K. Edw. Huntsman, what say'st thou wilt thou go along?
Hunt. Better do so than tarry and be hang'd. Glou. Come then, away; let's ha' no more ado. K. Edw. Bishop, farewell: shield thee from Warwick's frown,
And pray that I may repossess the crown.
SCENE VI.-London. The Tower.
Have shaken Edward from the regal seat,
Lieu. Subjects may challenge nothing of their sovereigns;
But if an humble prayer may prevail,
I then crave pardon of your majesty.
K. Hen. For what, lieutenant? for well using me?
Nay, be thou sure I'll well requite thy kindness,
| May not be punish'd with my thwarting stars,
War. Your grace hath still been fam'd for
And now may seem as wise as virtuous,
To whom the heavens in thy nativity
Now join your hands, and with your hands your hearts,
That no dissension hinder government :
Clar. That he consents, if Warwick yield con-
For on thy fortune I repose myself.
War. Why then, though loath, yet must I be
We'll yoke together, like a double shadow
Clar. What else? and that succession be determin'd.
War. Ay, therein Clarence shall not want his part.
K. Hen. But, with the first of all your chief affairs,
Let me entreat, for I command no more,
Clar. It shall be done, my sovereign, with all speed.
K. Hen. My Lord of Somerset, what youth is
Of whom you seem to have so tender care?
K. Hen. Come hither, England's hope.
Enter a Post.
War. What news, my friend?
Post. That Edward is escaped from your
And fled, as he hears since, to Burgundy.
Post. He was convey'd by Richard Duke of
And the Lord Hastings, who attended him
War. My brother was too careless of his charge.
Exeunt all but SOMERSET, RICHMOND,
For doubtless Burgundy will yield him help, 90
So doth my heart misgive me, in these conflicts
Oxf. Ay, for if Edward repossess the crown,
SCENE VII.-Before York.
Enter King EDWARD, GLOUCESTER, HASTINGS, and Forces.
K. Edw. Now, brother Richard, Lord Hastings,
Yet thus far fortune maketh us amends,
But that we enter, as into our dukedom?
For many men that stumble at the threshold
K. Edw. Tush, man! abodements must not now
By fair or foul means we must enter in,
March. Enter MONTGOMERY and Forces. Glou. Brother, this is Sir John Montgomery, Our trusty friend, unless I be deceiv'd.
K. Edw. Welcome, Sir John! but why come you in arms?
Mont. Tohelp King Edwardin his time of storm, As every loyal subject ought to do.
K. Edw. Thanks, good Montgomery; but we
Our title to the crown, and only claim
I came to serve a king and not a duke.
K. Edw. Nay, stay, Sir John, awhile; and
By what safe means the crown may be recover'd. Mont. What talk you of debating? in few words,
If you'll not here proclaim yourself our king,
K. Edw. When we grow stronger, then we'll
Till then, 'tis wisdom to conceal our meaning. Hust. Away with scrupulous wit! now arms must rule.
Glou. And fearless minds climb soonest unto
Enter, on the walls, the Mayor of York, and his
Brother, we will proclaim you out of hand;
May. My lords, we were forewarned of your The bruit thereof will bring you many friends. coming,
K. Edw. Then be it as you will; for 'tis my
And shut the gates for safety of ourselves;
And Henry but usurps the diadem.
K. Edw. But, Master mayor, if Henry be your
Mont. Av, now my sovereign speaketh like himself;
Yet Edward at the least is Duke of York.
And now will I be Edward's champion.
Hast. Sound, trumpet! Edward shall be here proclaim'd. Come, fellow-soldier, make thou proclamation. Gives him a paper. Flourish, Sold. Edward the Fourth, by the grace of God, King of England and France, and Lord of Ireland, etc.
Mont. And whosoe'er gain-ays King Edward's right,
By this I challenge him to single fight.
If fortune serve me, I'll requite this kindness.
We'll forward towards Warwick and his mates; For well I wot that Henry is no soldier.
Ah! froward Clarence, how evil it beseems
To flatter Henry, and forsake thy brother. Yet, as we may, we'll meet both thee and Warwick.
Come on, brave soldiers: doubt not of the day; And, that once gotten, doubt not of large pay.
SCENE VIII.-London. A Room in the Palace. Flourish. Enter King HENRY, WARWICK, CLARENCE, MONTAGUE, EXETER, and OXFORD. War. What counsel, lords? Edward from
With hasty Germans and blunt Hollanders, Hath pass'd in safety through the narrow seas, And with his troops doth march amain to London; And many giddy people flock to him.
K. Hen. Let's levy men, and beat him back again.
Clar. A little fire is quickly trodden out, Which, being suffer'd, rivers cannot quench.
War. In Warwickshire I have true-hearted friends,
Not mutinous in peace, yet bold in war;
K. Hen. Farewell, my Hector, and my Troy's true hope.
Clar. In sign of truth, I kiss your highness' hand.
K. Hen. Well-minded Clarence, be thou fortunate!
Mont. Comfort, my lord; and so I take my leave.
Orf. Kissing King HENRY'S hand. And thus I seal my truth, and bid adieu.
And all at once, once more a happy farewell. War. Farewell, sweet lords: let's meet at Coventry.
Exeunt all but King HENRY and EXETER. K. Hen. Here at the palace will I rest awhile. Cousin of Exeter, what thinks your lordship! Methinks the power that Edward hath in field Should not be able to encounter mine.
Exc. The doubt is that he will seduce the rest. K. Hen. That's not my fear; my meed hath got me fame :
I have not stopp'd mine ears to their demands,
Shout within, A Lancaster! a Lancaster!' Exe. Hark, hark, my lord! what shouts are these?
Enter King EDWARD, GLOUCESTER, and
K. Ed. Seize on the shame-fac'd Henry! bear him hence,
And once again proclaim us King of England.
Enter, upon the walls, WARWICK, the Mayor of Coventry, two Messengers, and Others.
War. Where is the post that came from valiant Oxford?
How far hence is thy lord, mine honest fellow? First Mess. By this at Dunsmore, marching hitherward.
War. How far off is our brother Montague? Where is the post that came from Montague! Second Mess. By this at Daintry, with a puissant troop.
Enter Sir JOHN SOMERVILLE.
War. Say, Somerville, what says my loving son! And, by thy guess, how nigh is Clarence now! Som. At Southam I did leave him with his forces,
And do expect him here some two hours hence. Drum heard. 10
War. Then Clarence is at hand, I hear his drum. Som. It is not his, my lord; here Southam lies: The drum your honour hears marcheth from Warwick.
War, Who should that be? belike, unlook'dfor friends.
Som. They are at hand, and you shall quickly
March. Flourish. Enter King EDWARD, GLOU-
K. Edw. Go, trumpet, to the walls, and sound
Glou. See how the surly Warwick mans the wall.
War. O unbid spite ! is sportful Edward come? Where slept our scouts, or how are they seduc'd, That we could hear no news of his repair?
K. Edw. Now, Warwick, wilt thou ope the
Speak gentle words, and humbly bend thy knee,
War. Nay, rather, wilt thou draw thy forces
Confess who set thee up and pluck'd thee down,
Or did he make the jest against his will?
War. Is not a dukedom, sir, a goodly gift? Glou. Ay, by my faith, for a poor earl to give: I'll do thee service for so good a gift.
War. "Twas I that gave the kingdom to thy brother..
K. Edw. Why then 'tis mine, if but by War-
War. Thou art no Atlas for so great a weight:
Oxf. Oxford, Oxford, for Lancaster !
OXFORD and his Forces enter the city.
Enter MONTAGUE, with drum and colours.
Even with the dearest blood your bodies bear.
My mind presageth happy gain and conquest.
He and his Forces enter the cit Glou. Two of thy name, both Dukes of Somerset, Have sold their lives unto the house of York; And thou shalt be the third, if this sword hold.
Enter CLARENCE, with drum and colours. War. And lo! where George of Clarence sweeps along,
Of force enough to bid his brother battle;
GLOUCESTER and CLARENCE whisper. Come, Clarence, come; thou wilt, if Warwick call. Clar. Father of Warwick, know you what this means? Taking the red rose out of his hat. Look here, I throw my infamy at thee: I will not ruinate my father's house, Who gave his blood to lime the stones together, And set up Lancaster. Why, trow'st thou, Warwick,
And, gallant Warwick, do but answer this:
Glou. Come, Warwick, take the time; kneel down, kneel down.
strike now, or else the iron cools. War. I had rather chop this hand off at a blow, And with the other fling it at thy face, Than bear so low a sail to strike to thee. K. Edw. Sail how thou canst, have wind and tide thy friend,
This hand, fast wound about thy coal-black hair, Shall. whiles thy head is warm and new cut off, Write in the dust this sentence with thy blood: 'Wind-changing Warwick now can change no more.'
Enter OXFORD, with drum and colours.
Wur. O cheerful colours! see where Oxford comes!
Against his brother and his lawful king?
Than if thou never hadst deserv'd our hate. Glou. Welcome, good Clarence; this is brotherlike.
War. O passing traitor, perjur'd and unjust! K. Edw. What, Warwick, wilt thou leave the town, and fight?
Or shall we beat the stones about thine ears?