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Yet Edward at the least is Duke of York.

Mayor. True, my good Lord, I know you for no less .

K. Edw. Why, and I challenge nothing but ny Duke As being well content with that alone.

[dom Glo. But when the fox lias once got in his nose, He'll foon find means to make the body follow. [Aside.

Haft. Why, master Mayor, why stand you in a doubt? Open the gates, we are King Henry's friends. Mayor. Ay, say you fo? the gates shall then be open!d.

[He descends. Glo. A wise stout captain, and persuaded' soon.

Hast. The good old man would fain that all-were well, So 'twere not long of him ; but being enter'd, I doubt not, I, but we shall foon persuade Both him and all his brothers unto reason.

Eilter the Mayor and two Aldermen, K. Edw. So, master Mayor; these gates must not be shut .But in the night, or in the time of war. What, fear not, man, but yield me up the keys;

[Takes his keys. For Edward will defend the town and thee, And all those friends that deign to follow me.

March. Enter Montgomery, with Drum and Soldiers. - Glo. Brother, this is Sir John Monigomery, Our trusty friend, unless I be deceiv’d.

[arins ? K. Edw. Welcome, Sir John ;' but why-come you in

Mont. To help King Edward in his time of storm, · As every loyal subject ought to do.

K. Ed. Thanks, good Montgom’ry: but we now forget
Our title to the crown, and only claim
Our Dukedom, 'till God please to send the rest...

Mont. Then fare you well, for I will hence again;
I came to ferve a King, and not a Duke:
Drummer, strike up, and let us march away,

(The Drum begins a Merch. K. Edw. Nay, stay, Sir John, a while, and we'll debate



By what fafe means the crown may be recover'd.

Mont. What talk you of debating? in few words,
If you'll not here proclaim your self our King,
I'll leave you to your fortune, and be gone
To keep them back that come to succour you.
Why shall we fight, if you pretend no title:

Glo. Why, brother, wherefore stand you on nice points ?

K. Edw. When we grow stronger, then we'll make our 'Till then 'tis wisdom to conceal our meaning. [claim :

Haft. Away with scrupulous wit, now arms must rule.

Gló. And fearless minds climb soonest unto crowns.
Brother, we will proclaim you out of hand;
The bruit thereof will bring you many friends.

K. Edw. Then be it as you will; for 'tis my right,
And Henry but usurps the diadem.

Mont. Ay, now my sov'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 gain-says 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 at York: And when the morning sun shall raise his car Above the border of this horizon, We'll forward toward Warwick and his mates; For well I wot that Henry is no foldier. Ah, froward Clarence, evil it beseems thee To flatter 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.



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Changes again to LONDON.
Enter King Henry, Exeter, Warwick, Montague,

Clarence, Oxford, and Somerset.
Hat counsel, Lords? Edward from Belgia,

With hasty Germans, and blunt Hollanders,
Hath pass’d in safety through the narrow seas,
And with his troops doth march amain to London,
And many giddy people Aock to him.

K. Henry. Let's levy men, and beat him back again,

Cla. 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 muster up; and thou, fon Clarence,
Shalt stir, in Suffolk, Norfolk, and in Kent,
The knights and gentlemen to come with thee.
Thou, brother Montague, in Buckingham,
Northampton, and in Leicestershire, shalt find
Men well inclin'd to hear what thou command'ft.
And thou, brave Oxford, wondrous well belov’d,
In Oxfordshire shalt mufter up thy friends.
My Sov'reign, with the loving citizens,
(Like to his Inand girt with th' Ocean,
Or modest Dian circled with her nymphs,)
Shall rest in London, 'till we come to him:
Fair Lords, take leave, and stand not to reply.
Farewel, my Sovereign!

K. Henry. Farewel, my Hestor, and my Troy's true
Cla. In sign of truth, I kiss your Highness' hand.
K. Henry. Well-minded Clarence, be thou fortunate !
Mont. Comfort, my Lord, and so I take my leave.
Oxf. And thus I seal my truth, and bid adieu.
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. [Exe.

K. Henry. Here at the palace will I rest a while.
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. Henry. That's not my fear, my meed hath got me
I have not stopt mine ears to their demands, [fame :
Nor posted 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 oppreft them with great subsidies,
Nor forward of revenge, though they much 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,
The lamb will never cease to follow him.

[Shout within. A Lancaster! a Lancaster! Exe. Hark, hark, my Lord, what shouts are these ?: Enter King Edward, Gloucester, &c. with Soldiers.

K. Edw. Seize on the shame-fac'd Henry, bear him And once again proclaim us King of England. (hence, You are the fount that make small brooks to flow, Now stops thy spring, my fea fhall fuck them dry, And swell so much the higher, 'by their ebb. Hence with him to the Tower, let him not speak.

[Ex. with King Henry. And, Lords, 'to Coventry bend we our course, Where peremptory Warwick now remains. The sun shines hot, and if we use delay Cold biting winter mars our hop'd-for hay.

Glo. Away betimes before his forces join, And take the great-grown traitor unawares : Brave warriors, 'march amain towards Coventry. (Exeunt.

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Before the Walls of Coventry: inn. Enter Warwick, the Mayor of Coventry, two Messengers

and others, upon the Walls.

WARWICK Here is the post that came from valiant' Oxford? W ?

i Mel. By this at Dunsmore, marching hitherward.

War. How far off is our brother Montague ?
Where is the poft that came from Montague?
2 Mell. By this at Daintry, with a puissant troop.

Enter Somerville.
War. Say, Somerville, what says my loving son?
And by thy guess how nigh is Clarence now?

Somerv. At Southam I did leave him with his forces, And do expect him here some two hours hence.

War. Then Clarence is at hand, I hear his drum. Somerv. It is not his, my Lord: here Southam lyes: The drum your honour hears, marcheth from Warwick.

War. Who should that be? belike, unlook’d-for friends. Somerv. They are at hand, and you shall quickly know. March. Flourish. Enter King Edward, Gloucester,

and Soldiers. K. Edw. Go, trumpet, to the walls, and sound a parle. Glo. See how the surly Warwick mans the wall

. War. Oh unbid spight! is sportful Edward come? Where Nept 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,


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