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wrath. Glo. I hear, yet say not much, but think the more.

Enter a Poft. K. Edw. Now, messenger, what letters or what news

from France ?
Poft. My Sovereign Liege, no letters, and few words;
But such as I (without your special pardon)
Dare not relate.

K. Edw. Go to, we pardon thee :
So tell their words, as near as thou canst guess them.
What answer makes King Lewis to our letters ?

Poft. At my depart, these were his very words;
Go tell false Edward, thy supposed King,
That Lewis of France is sending over maskers
To revel it with him and his new bride.

K. Edrv. Is Lewis so brave? belike, he thinks me Henry. But what said Lady Bona to my marriage ?

Poft. These were her words, utter'd with mild disdain; Tell him, in hope he'll prove a widower Ahortly, I'll wear the willow garland for his fake.

K. Edw. I blame not her, she could say little less; She had the wrong. But what said Henry's Queen ? For fo I heard, that the was there in place.

Poft. Tell him, (quoth (he) my mourning weeds are done; And I am ready to put armour on.

K. Edw. Belike, the minds to play the Amazon. But what said Warwick to these injuries?

Poft. He, more incens'd against your Majesty Than all the reft, discharg'd me with these words; Tell him from me, that he hath done me wrong; And therefore I'll uncrown him ere't be long.

K.Edw. Ha! durt the traitor breathe out fo proud words? Well, I will arm me, being thus fore-warn'd: They shall have wars, and pay for their presumption. But say, is Warwick_friends with Margaret? Poft. Ay, gracious Sou'reign, they're fo link'd in

friendihip, That young Prince Edward marries Warwick's daughter.

Clar.

to

Clar. Belike, the younger ; Clarence will have the

elder. (18)
Now, brother King, farewel, and fit you fast,
For I will hence to Warwick's other daughter;
That, though I want a kingdom, yet in marriage
I may not prove inferior to yourself.
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. [Afide.
K. Edw. Clarence and Somerset both

gone

Warwick? Yet am I arm’d against the worst can happen; And halte is needful in this desp'rate case : Pembroke and Staford, you in our behalf Go levy men, and make prepare for war ; They are already, or will soon be landed; Myself in person will straight follow you.

[Ex. Pembroke and Stafford. But ere I go, Hastings and Montague, Resolve

twain, of all the rest, Are near to Warwick by blood and by alliance;

my

doubt: you

if
you

love Warwick more than me?
If it be so, then both depart to him:
I rather with 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 fufpect.

Mon. So God help Montague, as he proves true!
Haft. And Hastings, as he favours Edward's cause!
K. Edw. Now, brother Richard, will you stand by us ?
Glo. Ay, in despight of all that shall withstand you.

K. Edw. Why so, then am I fure of victory.
Now therefore let us hence, and lose no hour,
'Till we meet Warwick with his foreign power.

Tell me,

[Exe.

(18) Belike, the elder; Clarence will have the younger.] I have yentur’d to make elder and younger change places in this line, against the authority of all the printed copies. The reason of it will be obrious to every one, from the proofs in my note preceding this.

SCENE, in Warwickshire.

well;

T

Enter Warwick and Oxford, with French Soldiers. War.

"Rust me, my Lord, all hitherto goes
The cummon people swarm by numbers 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 cowardize
To rest miftruftful, where a nobler 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, friend, my daughter Mall be thine,
And now what rests, but in night's coverture,
Thy brother being carelesly encamp'd,
His soldiers lurking in the towns about, (19)
And but attended by a simple guard,
We may surprize and take him

at our pleasure ?
Our scouts have found th' 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,
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 filent fort,

(19) His soldiers lurking in the town about.] Dr. Thirlby advised the reading towns here, very justly, upon the proof of this pallage spoken by the guard in the scene immediately following.

but why commands the King,
That his chief foll’wers lodge in towns about him, &c.

For

For Warwick and his friends, God and Saint George !

[Exeunt. Enter the Watchmen to guard the King's Tent. 1 Watch. Come on, my masters, cach man take his stand : The King by this has fet him down to sleep.

2 Watch. What, will he not to bed ?

1 Watch. Why, no: for he hath made a folemn vow, Never to lie and take his natural reft, Till Warwick, or himself be quite suppreft.

2 Watch. To-morrow then, belike, shall be the day; If Warwick be so near, as men report.

3 Watch. But fay, I pray, what nobleman is that, That with the King here refteth in his tent? [friend.

i Watch. 'Tis the Lord Hastings, the King's chiefest

3 Watch. O, is it fo! 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, becaufe the more

dangerous. 3 Watch. Ay, but give me worship and quietness; I like it better than a dang'rous honour. If Warwick knew in what estate he stands, 'Tis to be doubted, he would waken him.

1 Watch. Unless our halberds did fhut up his passage.

2 Watch. Ay; wherefore else guard we this royal tent, But to defend his person from night-foes? Enter Warwick, Clarence, Oxford, Somerfet, and

French Soldiers, filent all.
War. This is his tent; and see, where stands his guard :
Courage, my masters: honour now, or never !
But follow me, and Edward shall be ours.

I 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 Arms ! arms !
Warwick and the rest following them.
The Drum beating, and Trumpets founding.

Enter

Enter Warwick, Somerset, and the rest, bringing the

King out in a gown, sitting in a chair; Glo'fter and
Hastings flying over the Stage.
Som. What are they, that fly there?

War. Richard and Hastings ; let them go, here is
The Duke.

K. Edw. The Duke! why, Warwick, when we parted, Thou call’dst me King ?

War. Ay, but the case is alter'd.
When you disgrac'd me in my ambassade,
'Then I degraded you from being King;
And conie 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 ufe your brothers brotherly,
Nor how to ftudy for the people's welfare,
Nor how to shroud yourself from enemies?

K. Edw. Brother of Clarence, and art thou here too?
Nay, then I see, that Edward necds must down.
Yet, Warwick, in despight of all mischance,
Of thee thyself, and all thy complices,
Edward will always bear himself as King:
Though fortune's malice overthrow my ftate,
My mind exceeds the compass of her wheel.
War. Then, for his mind, be Edward England's Kinga

[Takes off bis 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, 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 you what reply Lewis and Lady Bona fent to him : Now for a while farewel, good Duke of York.

K. Edw. What fates impose, that men must needs abide; It boots nor to refift both wind and tide.

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[Ex. King Edward led out forceably.

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