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And they shall feel the vengeance
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 ?
K. Edw. Go to, we pardon thee :
Poft. At my depart, these were his very words;
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. Belike, the younger ; Clarence will have the
[Exit Clarence; and Somerset follows.
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;
love Warwick more than me?
Mon. So God help Montague, as he proves true!
K. Edw. Why so, then am I fure of victory.
(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.
Enter Warwick and Oxford, with French Soldiers. War.
"Rust me, my Lord, all hitherto goes
Enter Clarence and Somerset.
Clar. Fear not that, my Lord.
War. Then, gentle Clarence, welcome unto Warwick;
at our pleasure ?
[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,
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.
I Watch. Who goes there?
and set upon the Guard; who fly, crying Arms ! arms !
Enter Warwick, Somerset, and the rest, bringing the
King out in a gown, sitting in a chair; Glo'fter and
War. Richard and Hastings ; let them go, here is
K. Edw. The Duke! why, Warwick, when we parted, Thou call’dst me King ?
War. Ay, but the case is alter'd.
K. Edw. Brother of Clarence, and art thou here too?
[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.