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K. Edw. Then be it as you will; for 'tis my right; And Henry but usurps the diadem.
Mont. Ay, now my Sou'reign speaketh like himself; And now will I be Edward's champion.
Haft. Sound trumpet, Edward shall be here proclaim'd: Come, fellow-foldier, make thou proclamation. (Flourish.
Sold. Edward the fourth by the grace of God, King of England and France, and Lord of Ireland, &c.
Mont. And whosoe'er gainsays King Edward's right, By this I challenge him to single fight.
[Throws down his Gauntlet. All. Long live Edward the fourth !
K. Edw. Thanks, brave Montgomery; and thanks to all. If fortune serve me, I'll requite this kindness. Now, for this night, let's harbour here in York: And when the morning sun shall raise his car Above the border of this horizon, We'll forward towards Warwick, and his mates ; For well I wot, that Henry is no soldier. Ah, froward Clarence, evil it beseems thee To fatter Henry, and forsake thy brother ! Yet as we may, we'll meet both thee and Warwick. Come on, brave soldiers, doubt not of the day: And that once gotten, doubt not of large pay. (Exeunt.
SCENE changes again to London. Enter King Henry, Warwick, Montague, Clarence,
Oxford, and Somerset. War. WHat counsel, Lords ? Edward from Belgia,
With hafty Germans, and blunt Hollander's, Hath pafs'd in safety through the narrow feas; And with his troops doth march amain to London ; And many giddy people flock to him.
K. Henry. Let's levy men, and beat him back again.
Clar. A little fire is quickly trodden out, Which, being suffer'd, rivers cannot quench.
War. In Warwickshire I have true-hearted friends, Not mutinous in peace, yet bold in war,
Those will I mufter up; and thou, fon Clarence,
my Heftor, and my Troy's truc hope.
K. Henry. Sweet Oxford, and my loving Montague, And all at once, once more a happy farewel. War. Farewel, sweet Lords; let's meet at Coventry.
[Exetent. K. Henry. Here at the palace will I reft awhile. Cousin of Exeter, what thinks your Lordship? Methinks, the pow'r that Edward hath in field, Should not be able to encounter mine.
Exe. The doubt is, that he will seduce the rest.
K. Hen. That's not my fear, my meed hath got ine fame: I have not stopt mine ears to their de:nands, Nor pofted off their suits with flow delays; My pity hath been balm to heal their wounds, My mildness hath allay'd their swelling griefs, My mercy dry'd their water-flowing tears. I have not been desirous of their wealth, Nor much opprest them with great subsidies, Nor forward of revenge, though much they err’d. Then why should they love Edward more than me? No, Exeter, these graces challenge grace :
And when the Lion fawns upon the lamb,
[Shout zvithin. A Lancaster! a Lancaster! Exe. Hark, hark, my Lord, what shouts are these ?
Enter King Edward and his Soldiers.
[Exe. with King Henry.
Glo. Away betimes, before his forces join ;
Enter Warwick, the Mayor of Coventry, two Mesengers,
and others, upon the walls.
How far hence is thy Lord, mine honest fellow? 1 Mes. By this at Dunsmore, marching hither-ward.
War. How far off is our brother Montague ?
2 Mef. By this at Daintry, with a puissant troop.
Somer. At Southam I did leave him with his forces,
War. Then Clarence is at hand, I hear his drum.
Somer. It is not his, my Lord: here Southam lies : The drum your honour hears, marcheth from Warwick.
War. Who should that be ? belike, unlook’d-for friends.
Somer. They are at hand, and you shall quickly know. March. Flourish. Enter King Edward, Glocester, and
Soldiers. K. Edzw. Go, trumpet, to the walls, and found a parle. Glo. See, how the surly Warwick mans the wall. War. On, unbid spight! is sportful Edward come. Where slept our scouts, or how are they seduc'd, That we could hear no news of his repair ?
K. Edw. Now, Warwick, wilt thou ope the city gates, Speak gentle words, and humbly bend thy knee, Call Edward King, and at his hands beg mercy? And he shall pardon thee these outrages.
War. Nay, rather, wilt thou draw thy forces hence, Confess who set thee up and pluck'd thee down, Call Warwick patron, and be penitent? And thou shalt ftill remain the Duke of York.
Glo. I thought, at least, he would have said the King; Or did he make the jest against his will ?
War. Is not a dukedom, Sir, a goodly gift ? -Glo. Ay, by my faith, for a poor Earl to give : I'll do thee service for so good a gift.
War. 'Twas I, that gave the kingdom to thy brother. K.Edw. Why, then 'tis mine, if but by Warwick’s gift.
War. Thou art no Allas for so great a weight : And, weakling, Warwick takes his gift again; And Henry is my King, Warwick his subject.
K. Edw. But Warwick's King is Edward's prisoner : And, gallant Warwick, do but answer this, What the body when the head is off?
Glo. Alas, that Warwick had no more fore-caft,
K. Edw. 'Tis even fo; yet you are Warwick still.
kneel down :
War. I'd rather chop this hand off at a blow,
Enter Oxford, with Drum and Colours. War. O chearful colours ! see, where Oxford comes ! (20) But rubile be thought to steal the single ten, The King was sily finger'd from the deck.) Tho' there may seem no consonance of metaphors betwixt a single ten, and a deck, the latter word being grown obsolete, and not acknowledg’d by our di&tionaries in the sense here required ; yet deck, in all our noribern counties, is to this day used to signify a pack or ftock of cards.
The allufion to cards every reader must have observ'd is very familiar with our author; but I'll subjoin a few instances in proof, that occur to me at present. Antony and Cleopatra.
-She Eros, she
As sure a card, as ever won the set.
A vengeance on your crafty wither'd hide!
Yet I have fac'd it with a card of ten. i Henry VI.
There all is marr'd; there lies a cooling card.
Have I not here the best cards for the game,