Of thee thyself, and all thy complices, When I have fought with Pembroke and his fellows, Lewis, and the lady Bona, send to him:- It boots not to resist both wind and tide. [Exit King EDWARD, led out; SOMERSET with him. Oxf. What now remains, my lords, for us to do, But march to London with our soldiers? 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. Enter Queen ELIZABETH, and RIVERS. Riv. Madam, what makes you in this sudden change? Q. Eliz. Why, brother Rivers, are you yet to learn, What late misfortune is befallen king Edward? Riv. What! loss of some pitch'd battle against Warwick? 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 pris oner; Either betray'd by falsehood of his guard, And stop the rising of blood-sucking sighs, Q. Eliz. I am informed, that he comes towards To set the crown once more on Henry's head. Guess thou the rest; king Edward's friends must down: But to prevent the tyrant's violence, (For trust not him that hath once broken faith,) [Exeunt. SCENE V.-A Park near Middleham Castle in Yorkshire. Enter GLOSTER, HASTINGS, Sir WILLIAM STANLEY, and others. Glo. Now, my lord Hastings, and Sir William Leave off to wonder why I drew you hither, Thus stands the case. You know, our king, my brother, Is prisoner to the bishop here, at whose hands He hath good usage and great liberty, And often, but attended with weak guard, Comes hunting this way to disport himself. Enter King EDWARD, and a Huntsman. 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? Hast. To Lynn, my lord; and ship from thence to Flanders. Glo. Well guess'd, believe me; for that was my meaning. 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 go along? Hunt. Better do so, than tarry and be hang'd. Glo. Come then; away! let's have no more ado. K. Edw. Bishop, farewell: shield thee from Warwick's frown, And pray that I may repossess the crown. [Exeunt. SCENE VI.-A Room in the Tower. Enter King HENRY, CLARENCE, WARWICK, SOMERSET, Young RICHMOND, OXFORD, MONTAGUE, ¦ Lieutenant of the Tower, and Attendants. K. Hen. Master lieutenant, now that God and friends 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? May not be punish'd with my thwarting stars, War. Your grace hath still been fam'd for virtuous, And now may seem as wise as virtuous, Clar. No, Warwick, thou art worthy of the sway, To whom the heavens in thy nativity Now join your hands, and with your hands your hearts, That no dissension hinder government: 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 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 that, Of whom you seem to have so tender care? Som. My liege, it is young Henry, earl of Richmond. K. Hen. Come hither, England's hope: if secret powers [Lays his hand on his head. Suggest but truth to my divining thoughts, This pretty lad will prove our country's bliss. His looks are full of peaceful majesty ; His head by nature fram'd to wear a crown, His hand to wield a sceptre; and himself Likely in time to bless a regal throne. Make much of him, my lords; for this is he, Must help you more than you are hurt by me. Enter a Messenger. War. What news, my friend? Mess. That Edward is escaped from your brother, And fled, as he hears since, to Burgundy. War. Unsavoury news! but how made he es cape? Mess. He was convey'd by Richard duke of Glos ter, And the lord Hastings, who attended him War. My brother was too careless of his charge.- Som. My lord, I like not of this flight of Edward's, For, doubtless, Burgundy will yield him help, Did glad my heart with hope of this young Richmond, So doth my heart misgive me, in these conflicts What may befal him, to his harm and ours: Therefore, lord Oxford, to prevent the worst, Forthwith we'll send him hence to Brittany, Till storms be past of civil enmity. Oxf. Ay; for if Edward repossess the crown, "Tis like that Richmond with the rest shall down. Som. It shall be so; he shall to Brittany. Come therefore; let's about it speedily. [Exeunt. SCENE VII.-Before York. Enter King EDWARD, GLOSTER, HASTINGS, and Forces. K. Edw. Now, brother Richard, lord Hastings, and the rest, Yet thus far fortune maketh us amends. Well have we pass'd, and now repass'd the seas, Glo. 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, Hast. My liege, I'll knock once more to summon them. So 'twere not 'long of him; but, being enter'd, Re-enter the Mayor, and two Aldermen, below. But in the night, or in the time of war. Glo. Brother, this is sir John Montgomery, K. Edw. Welcome, sir John; but why come you in arms? Mont. To help king Edward in his time of storm, As every loyal subject ought to do. K. Edw. Thanks, good Montgomery; but we now forget Our title to the crown, and only claim I came to serve a king, and not a duke.- K. Edw. Nay, stay, sir John, a while; and we'll debate, 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, I'll leave you to your fortune, and be gone To keep them back that come to succour you. Why shall we fight, if you pretend no title? Glo. Why, brother, wherefore stand you on nice points? K. Edw. When we grow stronger, then we'll make our claim: Till then, 'tis wisdom to conceal our meaning. Hast. Away with scrupulous wit, now arms must rule. Glo. And fearless minds climb soonest unto crowns. Brother, we will proclaim you out of hand : And Henry but usurps the diadem. Mont. Ay, now my sovereign speaketh like himself, 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. [Reads.] Edward the fourth, by the grace of God, king of England and France, and lord of Ireland, &c." Mont. And whosoe'er gainsays king Edward' right, By this I challenge him to single fight. [Throws down his gauntlet. All. Long live Edward the fourth! K. Edw. Thanks, brave Montgomery, and thanks unto you all: If fortune serve me, I'll requite this kindness. We'll forward towards Warwick, and his mates; Come on, brave soldiers: doubt not of the day; SCENE VIII.-London. A Room in the Palace. K. Hen. Let's levy men, and beat him back again. Clar. A little fire is quickly trodden out, Not mutinous in peace, yet bold in war; The knights and gentlemen to come with thee :- 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. Oxf. And thus-[Kissing HENRY's hand.]-I seal my truth, and bid adieu. K. Hen. Sweet Oxford, and my loving Montague, And all at once, once more a happy farewell. War. Farewell, sweet lords: let's meet at Coventry. [Exeunt WARWICK, CLARENCE, OXFORD, and MONTAGUE. K. Hen. Here at the palace will I rest a while. Cousin of Exeter, what thinks your lordship? Methinks, the power, that Edward hath in field, Should not be able to encounter mine. Exe. The doubt is, that he will seduce the rest. 42 K. Hen. That's not my fear; my meed hath go: 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, GLOSTER, and Soldiers. K. Edw. Seize on the shame-fac'd Henry! bear him hence, And once again proclaim us king of England.- Glo. Away betimes, before his forces join, |