SCENE, in Warwickshire. Enter Warwick and Oxford, with French Soldiers. War. T Ruft me, my Lord, all hitherto goes well; But fee, where Somerfet and Clarence come; War. Then, gentle Clarence, welcome unto Warwick ; Elfe might I think, that Clarence, Edward's brother, We may furprize and take him at our pleasure ? With flight and manhood ftole to Rhefus' tents, [They all cry, Henry! Why then, let's on our way in filent fort, (19) His foldiers lurking in the town about.] Dr. Thirlby advised the reading towns here, very juftly, upon the proof of this paffage spoken by the guard in the fcene 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 Watth. Come on, my mafters, each man take his stand: The King by this has fet him down to fleep. 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 rest, Till Warwick, or himfelf be quite fuppreft. 2 Watch. To-morrow then, belike, fhall 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. 1 Watch. 'Tis the Lord Haftings, 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 ? z 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. Watch. Unless our halberds did fhut up his paffage.. 2 Watch. Ay; wherefore elfe guard we this royal tent, But to defend his perfon from night-foes? Enter Warwick, Clarence, Oxford, Somerfet, and French Soldiers, filent all. War. This is his tent; and fee, where stands his guard; Courage, my mafters: honour now, or never! But follow me, and Edward fhall be ours. 1 Watch. Who goes there? 2 Watch. Stay, or thou dieft. [Warwick and the reft cry all, Warwick! Warwick! and fet upon the Guard; who fly, crying Arms! arms! Warwick and the reft following them. The Drum beating, and Trumpets founding. Enter Enter Warwick, Somerfet, and the rest, bringing the King out in a gown, fitting in a chair; Glo'fter and Haltings flying over the Stage. Som. What are they, that fly there ? War. Richard and Haftings; let them go, here is The Duke. K. Edw. The Duke! why, Warwick, when we parted, Thou call'dit me King? War. Ay, but the cafe is alter'd. When you difgrac'd me in my ambaffade, K. Edw. Brother of Clarence, and art thou here too? Nay, then I fee, that Edward needs must down. Yet, Warwick, in defpight of all mifchance, War. Then, for his mind, be Edward England's King. See that forthwith Duke Edward be convey'd When I have fought with Pembroke and his fellows, Lewis and Lady Bona fent to him: Now for a while farewel, good Duke of York. K. Edw. What fates impofe, that men muft needs abide; It boots not to refift both wind and tide. [Ex. King Edward led out forceably. Oxf. What now remains, my Lords, for us to do,. War. Ay, that's the first thing that we have to do; Riv. SCENE, the Palace. Enter Rivers, and the Queen. [Exeunt Adam, what makes you in this fudden change? Queen. Ay, almoft flain, for he is taken prifoner. Is now committed to the Bishop of York, Riv. Thefe news, I must confefs, are full of grief: Queen. Till then fair hope muft hinder life's decay. And I the rather wean me from despair, For love of Edward's off-fpring in my womb: (For truft not him, that once hath broken faith ;) To To fave at least the heir of Edward's right. [Exeunt. SCENE, a Park near Middleham Castle in Yorkshire. Enter Gloucester, Lord Haftings, and Sir William Stanley. TOW,my Lord Haftings, and Sir William Stanley, Glo. N Lea Leave off to wonder why I drew you hither, Into this chiefeft thicket of the Park. Thus ftands the cafe; you know, our King, my brother, He fhall here find his friends with horfe and men, Enter King Edward, and a Huntsman with him. Hunt. This way, my Lord, for this way lies the game. K. Edw. Nay, this way, man; fee, where the huntfmen ftand. Now, brother Glo'fter, Haftings, and the reft, K. Edw. But whither fhall we then? Haft. To Lyn, my Lord, And thip from thence to Flanders. Glo. Well gueft, believe me, for that was my meaning. Hunt. Better do fo, than tarry and be hang'd. |