You, that love me and Warwick, follow me.

Exit CLARENCE, and SOMERSET follows.

Glo. Not I.

* My thoughts aim at a further matter; I
* Stay not for love of Edward, but the crown.

[Aside. K. Edw. Clarence and Somerset both gone to

Warwick!

* Yet am I arm'd against the worst can happen;
* And haste is needful in this desperate case.
'Pembroke, and Stafford, you in our behalf
"Go levy men, and make prepare for war.
"They are already, or quickly will be landed:
Myself in person will straight follow you.

-

Exeunt PEMBROKE and STAFFORD. 'But, ere I go, Hastings, and Montague,• Resolve my doubt. You twain, of all the rest, 'Are near to Warwick, by blood, and by alliance: < Tell me, if you love Warwick more than me? "If it be so, then both depart to him; "I rather wish you foes, than hollow friends; But if you mind to hold your true obedience, 'Give me assurance with some friendly vow, That I may never have you in suspect.

Mont. So God help Montague, as he proves true!
Hast. And Hastings, as he favours Edward's cause!
K. Edw. Now, brother Richard, will you stand
by us?

Glo. Ay, in despite of all that shall withstand you. K. Edw. Why so; then am I sure of victory. Now therefore let us hence; and lose no hour, <Till we meet Warwick with his foreign power. [Exeunt.

SCENE II.

A Plain in Warwickshire.

Enter WARWICK and OXFORD, with French and other Forces.

War. Trust me, my lord, all hitherto goes well; The common people by numbers swarm to us.

Enter CLARENCE and Somerset.

But, see, where Somerset and Clarence come;-
Speak suddenly, my lords, are we all friends?
Clar. Fear not that, my lord.

War. Then, gentle Clarence, welcome unto Warwick;

And welcome, Somerset :-I hold it cowardice,
To rest mistrustful where a noble heart

Hath pawn'd an open hand in sign of love;

Else might I think, that Clarence, Edward's brother,
Were but a feigned friend to our proceedings:
But welcome, Clarence; my daughter shall be thine.
And now what rests, but, in night's coverture,
Thy brother being carelessly encamp'd,
His soldiers lurking in the towns about,
And but attended by a simple guard,

We may surprize and take him at our pleasure?
Our scouts have found the adventure very easy:
*That as Ulysses, and stout Diomede,

* With slight and manhood stole to Rhesus' tents, *And brought from thence the Thracian fatal steeds;'

* So we, well cover'd with the night's black mantle,

the Thracian fatal steeds;] We are told by some of the writers on the Trojan story, that the capture of these horses was one of the necessary preliminaries to the fate of Troy.

* At unawares may beat down Edward's guard, * And seize himself; I say not-slaughter him, * For I intend but only to surprize him.You, that will follow me to this attempt, Applaud the name of Henry, with your leader. [They all cry, HENRY! Why, then, let's on our way in silent sort:

For Warwick and his friends, God and Saint [Exeunt.

George!

SCENE III.

Edward's Camp, near Warwick.

Enter certain Watchmen, to guard the King's Tent. * 1 Watch. Come on, my masters, each man take his stand;

* The king, by this, is set him down to sleep. * 2 Watch. What, will he not to bed?

* 1 Watch. Why, no: for he hath made a solemn

VOW

*Never to lie and take his natural rest,

* Till Warwick, or himself, be quite suppress'd. 2 Watch. To-morrow then, belike, shall be the day,

*If Warwick be so near as men report.

*3 Watch. But say, I pray, what nobleman is that,

* That with the king here resteth in his tent? * 1 Watch. "Tis the lord Hastings, the king's chiefest friend.

* 3 Watch. O, is it so? But why commands the king,

* That his chief followers lodge in towns about him, * While he himself keepeth in the cold field?

*2 Watch. "Tis the more honour, because more dangerous.

3 Watch. Ay; but give me worship and quietness, * I like it better than a dangerous honour.

* If Warwick knew in what estate he stands, * "Tis to be doubted, he would waken him.

* 1 Watch. Unless our halberds did shut up his passage.

* 2 Watch. Ay; wherefore else guard we his royal tent,

* But to defend his person from night-foes?

Enter WARWICK, CLARENCE, OXFORD, SOMERSET, and Forces.

'War. This is his tent; and see, where stand his guard.

Courage, my masters: honour now, or never! 'But follow me, and Edward shall be ours.

1 Watch. Who goes there?

2 Watch. Stay, or thou diest.

[WARWICK, and the rest, cry all-Warwick! Warwick! and set upon the Guard; who fly, crying-Arm! Arm! WARWICK, and the rest, following them,

The Drum beating, and Trumpets sounding, Reenter WARWICK, and the rest, bringing the King out in a Gown, sitting in a Chair: GLOSTER and HASTINGS fly.

'Som.

What are they that fly there? War. Richard, and Hastings: let them go,

here's the duke.

K. Edw. The duke! 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 shrowd yourself from enemies?

*

*K. Edw. Yea, brother of Clarence, art thou here too?

Nay, then I see, that Edward needs must down.'Yet, Warwick, in despite of all mischance, Of thee thyself, and all thy complices,

Edward will always bear himself as king: *Though fortune's malice overthrow my state, * My mind exceeds the compass of her wheel. War. Then, for his mind, be Edward England's [Takes off his Crown. But Henry now shall wear the English crown, * And be true king indeed; thou but the shadow.— My lord of Somerset, at my request,

king:2

See that forthwith duke Edward be convey'd

Unto my brother, archbishop of York.

'When I have fought with Pembroke and his fellows,

'I'll follow you, and tell what answer

"Lewis, and the lady Bona, send to him:

Now, for a while, farewell, good duke of York. *K. Edw. What fates impose, that men must needs abide ;

* It boots not to resist both wind and tide. [Exit King EDWARD, led out; SOMERSET with him. *Orf. What now remains, my lords, for us to do, *But march to London with our soldiers?

Then, for his mind, be Edward England's king:] That is, in his mind; as far as his own mind goes.