Yet Edward at the leaft is Duke of York.

Mayor. True, my good Lord, I know you for no lefs K. Edw. Why, and I challenge nothing but my Duke! As being well content with that alone.

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Glo. But when the fox has once got in his nofe, He'll foon find means to make the body follow. [Afide. Haft. Why, mafter Mayor, why ftand you in a doubt? Open the gates, we are King Henry's friends.: Mayor. Ay, fay you fo? the gates fhall then be opend. He defcends. Glo. A wife ftout captain, and perfuaded foon. Haft. 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 fhall foon perfuade Both him and all his brothers unto reafon.

Enter the Mayor and two Aldermen,

:. K. Edw. So, mafter Mayor; thefe gates must not be fhut 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 thofe friends that deign to follow me.

March. Enter Montgomery, with Drum and Soldiers.
Glo. Brother, this is Sir John Montgomery,
Our trufty friend, unless I be deceiv'd.

Tarms?

K. Edw. Welcome, Sir John; but why come you in
Mont. To help King Edward in his time of ftorm, -

As every loyal fubject ought to do.

K. Edw. Thanks, good Montgom'ry: but we now forget Our title to the crown, and only claim

Our Dukedom, 'till God pleafe to fend the reft...
Mont. Then fare you well, for I will hence again;

I came to ferve a King, and not a Duke:.

Drummer, ftrike up, and let us march away.

[The Drum begins a March. K. Edw. Nay, ftay, 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 felf our King,
I'll leave you to your fortune, and be gone
To keep them back that come to fuccour you.
Why fhall we fight, if you pretend no title?

Glo. Why, brother, wherefore ftand you on nice points?
K. Edw. When we grow ftronger, then we'll make our
'Till then 'tis wisdom to conceal our meaning. [claim:
Haft. Away with fcrupulous wit, now arms muft rule.
Glo. And fearless minds climb foonest 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 ufurps the diadem.

Mont. Ay, now my fov'reign fpeaketh like himself, And now will I be Edward's champion.

Haft. Sound trumpet, Edward fhall 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 whofoe'er gain-fays King Edward's right, By this I challenge him to fingle 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 fun fhall 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 befeems thee
To flatter Henry, and forfake thy brother!

Yet as we may, we'll meet both thee and Warwick.
Come on, brave foldiers, doubt not of the day;

And that once gotten, doubt not of large pay. [Exeunt,

SCENE

SCENE IX.

Changes again to LONDON.

Enter King Henry, Exeter, Warwick, Montague, Clarence, Oxford, and Somerfet.

War.

Hat counfel, Lords? Edward from Belgia,

W With hafty Germans, and blunt Hollanders,

Hath pafs'd in fafety 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.
Cla. A little fire is quickly trodden out,
Which being fuffer'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,
Shalt ftir, in Suffolk, Norfolk, and in Kent,
The knights and gentlemen to come with thee.
Thou, brother Montague, in Buckingham,
Northampton, and in Leicestershire, fhalt find
Men well inclin'd to hear what thou command'st.
And thou, brave Oxford, wondrous well belov'd,
In Oxfordshire fhalt mufter up thy friends.
My Sov'reign, with the loving citizens,
(Like to his Ifland girt with th' Ocean,
Or modest Dian circled with her nymphs,)
Shall reft in London, 'till we come to him:
Fair Lords, take leave, and ftand not to reply.
Farewel, my Sovereign!

[hape!
K. Henry. Farewel, my Hector, and my Troy's true
Cla. In fign of truth, I kifs your Highnefs' hand.
K. Henry. Well-minded Clarence, be thou fortunate!
Mont. Comfort, my Lord, and fo I take my leave.
Oxf. And thus I feal my truth, and bid adieu.
K. Henry, Sweet Oxford, and my loving Montague,

And

And all at once, once more a happy farewel!
War. Farewel, fweet Lords; let's meet at Coventry. [Exe.
K. Henry. Here at the palace will I reft a while.
Coufin 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 feduce the rest.

[fame:

K. Henry. That's not my fear, my meed hath got me I have not stopt mine ears to their demands, Nor pofted off their fuits with flow delays; My pity hath been balm to heal their wounds, My mildnefs hath allay'd their fwelling griefs, My mercy dry'd their water-flowing tears. I have not been defirous of their wealth, Nor much oppreft them with great fubfidies, Nor forward of revenge, though they much err'd. Then why should they love Edward more than me? No, Exeter, thefe 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 fhouts are these? Enter King Edward, Gloucefter, &c. with Soldiers.... K. Edw. Seize on the fhame-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 ftops thy fpring, my fea fhall fuck them dry, And fwell fo 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 fun fhines 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.

ACT.

ACT V.

SCENE I.

Before the Walls of Coventry.

Enter Warwick, the Mayor of Coventry, two Messengers and others, upon the Walls.

WARWICK.

Here is the poft that came from valiant Oxford? How far hence is thy Lord, mine honeft fellow ? I Mef. By this at Dunfmore, 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 fays my loving fon? And by thy guess how nigh is Clarence now? Somerv. At Southam I did leave him with his forces, And do expect him here fome 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 fhould that be? belike, unlook'd-for friends. Somerv. They are at hand, and you shall quickly know. March. Flourish. Enter King Edward, Gloucefter, and Soldiers.

K. Edw. Go, trumpet, to the walls, and found a parle. Glo. See how the furly Warwick mans the wall, War. Oh unbid fpight! is fportful Edward come? Where slept our scouts, or how are they feduc'd, That we could hear no news of his repair?

K. Edw. Now, Warwick, wilt thou ope the city gates,

Speak