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SCENE, in Warwickshire.



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 Warwick and his friends, God and Saint George!

[Exeunt: Enter the Watchmen to guard the King's Tent. 1 Watch. Come on, my masters, 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 reft, Till Warwick, or himself be quite suppreft.

2 Watch. To-morrow then, belike, fall 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 resteth in his tenti [friend.

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

3 Watch. O, is it so! but why commands the King, That his chief followers lodge in towns about him, While he himfelf keepeth in the cold field : z Watch. 'Tis the more honour, because the more

dangerous. 3 Watcbi Ay, bat 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 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 fee, where stands his guard :
Courage, my mafters: honour now, or never!
But follow me, and Edward shall be ours.

I Watch. Who goes there?
2 Watch. Stay, or thou dieft.
[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.


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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.

[Ex. King Edward led out forceably.


Oxf. What now remains, my Lords, for us to-dog. 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, And see him seated in the regal throne. [Exeunt.

SCENE, the Palace.

Enter Rivers, and the Queen.
Adam, what makes you in this sudden change?

Riv. M Queen: Why brother Rivers are you get to learn,

What late misfortune has befaln King Edward ?

Riv. What! loss of some pitcht battle against Warwick? Queen. No, but the loss of his own royal person. Riv. Then is my Sovereign flain ? Queen. Ay, almost Nain, for he is taken prisoner. Either betray'd by falsehood of his guard, Or by his foe surpriz'd at unawares: And as I further have to understand, Is now committed to the Bishop of York, Fell Warwick's brother, and by that our foe.

Riv. These news, I must confess, are full of grief; Yet, gracious Madam, bear it as you may ; Warwick may lose, that now hath won the day.

Queen. Till then fair hope must hinder life's decay. And I the rather wean me from despair, For love of Edward's off-spring in my womb: This is't, that makes me bridle in my passion, And bear with mildness my misfortune's cross: Ay, ay, for this I draw in many a tear, And stop the rising of blood-sucking fighs, Left with my sighs, or tears, I blast or drown King Edward's fruit, true heir to thEnglish crown.

Riv, But, Madam, where is Warwick then become?

Queen. I am informed that he comes towards London, To set the crown once more on Henry's head: Guess thou the rest, King Edward's friends must dowo. But to prevent the tyrant's violence, (For trust not him, that once hath broken faith ;) I'll hence forthwith unto the fanctuary,




To save at lealt the heir of Edward's right.
There shall I reft secure from force and fraud :
Come therefore, let us fly, while we may fly;
If Warwick take us, we are sure to die. [Exeunt.
SCENE, a Park near Middleham Castle in

Enter Gloucester, Lord Hastings, and Sir William Stanley.
Glo. TOW,my Lord Hastings, and Sir William Stanley,

Leave off to wonder why I drew you hither, :
Into this chiefest thicket of the Park,
Thus ftands the case ; you know, our King, my brother,
Is pris'ner to the Bishop, at whose hands,
He hath good usage and great liberty;
And often but attended with weak guard
Comes hunting this way to disport himself.
I have advertis'd him by secret means,
That if about this hour he make this way,
Under the colour of his usual game;
He shall here find his friends with horse and men,
To set him free from his captivity.

Enter King Edward, and a Fluntsman with him.
Hunt. This way, my Lord, for this way lies the

game. K. Edw. Nay, this way, man; see, where the huntf

men stand. Now, brother Glofter, Haflings, and the rest, Stand you thus close to steal the Bishop's deer?

Glo. Brother, the time and cafe requireth hafte, Your horse stands ready at the park-corner.

K. Edw. But whither shall we then?

Haft. To Lyn, my Lord,
And ship from thence to Flanders.

Glo. Well guest, 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

Hunt. Better do so, than tarry and be hang'd.



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