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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, 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,
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.
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.
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 th’ English 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.
Leave off to wonder why I drew you hither, :
Enter King Edward, and a Fluntsman with him.
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,
Glo. Well guest, believe me, for that was my meaning,