Have shaken Edward from the regal seat, My fear to hope, my sorrows unto joys, 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, For thou art fortunate in all thy deeds. WAR. Your grace hath still been famed for virtuous; And now may seem as wise as virtuous, For few men rightly temper with the stars: G Yet in this one thing let me blame your grace, CLAR. NO, Warwick, thou art worthy of the sway, And therefore I yield thee my free consent. Now join your hands, and with your hands your I make you both protectors of this land, [hearts, 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 loath, yet must I be content: We'll yoke together, like a double shadow CLAR. What else? and that succession be determined, 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, 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 eclipsed. CLAR. It shall be done, my sovereign, with all speed. K. HEN. My Lord of Somerset, what youth is that, Of whom you seem to have so tender care? SOм. My liege, it is young Henry, earl of Richmond. K. HEN. Come hither, England's hope. [Lays his hand on his head] If secret powers Suggest but truth to my divining thoughts, POST. That Edward is escaped from your brother, And fled, as he hears since, to Burgundy. WAR. Unsavoury news! but how made he escape? POST. He was convey'd by Richard Duke of Gloucester And the Lord Hastings, who attended him In secret ambush on the forest side And from the bishop's huntsmen rescued him ; WAR. My brother was too careless of his charge. But let us hence, my sovereign, to provide A salve for any sore that may betide. [Exeunt all but SOMERSET, RICHMOND, and OXFORD. SOM. My lord, I like not of this flight of Edward's; Did glad my heart with hope of this young Richmond, OXF. Ay, for if Edward repossess the crown, SCENE VII. Flourish. Enter KING EDWARD, GLOUCESTER, K. Edw. Now, brother Richard, Lord Hastings, and the rest, Yet thus far fortune maketh us amends, And says that once more I shall interchange GLOU. The gates made fast! Brother, I like not this; For many men that stumble at the threshold K. EDW. Tush, man, abodements must not now affright us: By fair or foul means we must enter in, For hither will our friends repair to us. HAST. My liege, I'll knock once more to summon them. Enter, on the walls, the Mayor of York, and MAY. Mylords, we were forewarned of your coming, And shut the gates for safety of ourselves; For now we owe allegiance unto Henry. K. Edw. But, master mayor, if Henry be your king, Yet Edward at the least is Duke of York. MAY. True, my good lord; I know you for no less. K. EDW. Why, and I challenge nothing but my dukedom, As being well content with that alone. |