They are already, or will foon be landed:
My felf in perfon will straight follow you.

[Exeunt Pembroke and Stafford.

But ere I go, Haftings and Montague,
Refolve my doubt: you twain of all the rest
Are near to Warwick by blood and by alliance;
Tell me if you love Warwick more than me.
If it be fo, then both depart to him:

I rather wish you foes than hollow friends.
But if you mind to hold your true obedience,
Give me affurance with fome friendly vow,
That I may never have you in fufpect.

Mont. So God help Montague, as he proves true!
Haft. And Haftings, as he favours Edward's caufe!
K. Edw. Now, brother Richard, will you ftand by us?
Glo. Ay, in defpight of all that fhall withstand you.
K. Edw. Why, fo; then am I fure of victory.
Now therefore let us hence, and lofe no hour
'Till we meet Warwick with his foreign power. [Exeunt.

SCENE

In Warwickshire.

III.

Enter Warwick and Oxford, with French Soldiers.

War.

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goes well,

RUST me, my Lord, all hitherto
The common people fwarm by numbers to us.
Enter Clarence and Somerset.

But fee where Somerfet and Clarence come:
Speak fuddenly, my Lords, are we all friends?
Cla. 'Oh! fear not that, my Lord.

War. Then, gentle Clarence, welcome unto Warwick
And welcome, Somerfet: I hold it cowardise
To reft mistrustful, where a noble heart
Hath pawn'd an open hand in fign of love.

7 Fear

Elfe

Elfe might I think, that Clarence, Edward's brother,
Were but a feigned friend to our proceedings.
But welcome, friend, my daughter fhall be thine.
And now what refts, but in night's coverture,
Thy brother being carelefly encamp'd,
His foldiers lurking in the towns about,
And but attended by a fimple guard,

We may furprize and take him at our pleasure?
Our scouts have found th' adventure very eafie;
That as Ulyffes and ftout Diomede

With flight and manhood stole to Rbefus' Tents,
And brought from thence the Thracian fatal fteeds;
So we, well cover'd with the night's black mantle,
At unawares may beat down Edward's guard,
And feize himfelf: I fay not, flaughter him,
For I intend but only to furprize 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, For Warwick and his friends, God and St. George. [Exe.

Enter the Watchmen to guard the King's Tent.

I Watch. Come on, my mafters, each man take his The King by this has fet him down to fleep.

2 Watch. What, will he not to bed?

{ftand:

1 Watch. Why, no; for he hath made a folemn vow, Never to lye and take his natural rest,

'Till Warwick, or himself, be quite fuppreft.

2 Watch. To-morrow then belike fhall be the day, If Warwick be fo near as men report.

3 Watch. But fay, I pray, what Nobleman is that That with the King here refteth in his tent? {friend. Watch. 'Tis the Lord Haftings, the King's chiefeft 3 Watch. O, is it fo? but why commands the King

That

That his chief followers lodge in towns about him,
While he himself 'keeps here in the cold field?

2 Watch. 'Tis the more honour, because dangerous. Watch. Ay, but give me worship and quietnefs; I like it better than a dang❜rous honour.

3

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 paffage. 2 Watch. Ay; wherefore elfe guard we this royal tent, But to defend his perfon from night-foes?

Enter Warwick, Clarence, Oxford, Somerset, and French Soldiers, filent all.

War. This is his tent, and fee where ftands 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 Warwick, Somerfet, and the reft, bringing the King out in a gown, fitting in a chair; Gloucester and Haftings 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'dft me King.

War. Ay, but the cafe is alter'd.

When you difgrac'd me in
difgrac'd me in my Ambaffade,
Then I degraded you from being King,
And come now to create you Duke of York.
Alas, how fhould you govern any kingdom,
That know not how to use Ambaffadors,

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Nor

Nor how to be contented with one wife,
Nor how to use your brothers brotherly,
Nor how to study for the people's welfare,
Nor how to fhrowd your felf from enemies?

K. Edw. Brother of Clarence, and art thou here too?
Nay then I fee that Edward must needs down.
Yet, Warwick, in defpight of all mifchance,
Of thee thy felf, and all thy complices,
Edward will always bear himself as King:
Though fortune's malice overthrow my state,
My mind exceeds the compafs of her wheel.

War. Then for his mind be Edward England's King;
[Takes off his crown.
But Henry now fhall wear the English crown,
And be true King indeed; thou but a fhadow.
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 impofe, that men muft needs abide

It boots not to refift both wind and tide.

[He is led out forcibly. Oxf. What now remains, my Lords for us to do, But march to London with our foldiers?

War. Ay, that's the first thing that we have to do, To free King Henry from imprisonment, And fee him feated in the regal throne.

[Exeunt.

SCENE

Riv.MAdam, what makes you in this fudden change?
Queen. Why, brother Rivers, are you yet to learn

What late misfortune has befaln King Edward?
Riv. What! lofs of fome pitcht battel against Warwick?
Queen. No, but the lofs of his own royal person.
Riv. Then is my Sovereign flain?

Queen. Ay, almost flain, for he is taken prisoner;
Either betray'd by falfhood of his guard,
Or by his foe furpriz'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 confefs are full of grief:
Yet, gracious Madam, bear it as you may;
Warwick may lofe, that now hath won the day.
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:
This is't that makes me bridle in my paffion,
And bear with mildnefs my misfortune's cross :
Ay, ay, for this I draw in many a tear
And stop the rifing of blood-fucking fighs,
Left with my fighs 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 inform'd that he comes towards London,
To fet the crown once more on Henry's head:
Guefs thou the reft, King Edward's friends muft down.
But to prevent the tyrant's violence,

(For truft not him that once hath broken faith,) I'll hence forthwith unto the fanctuary,

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