Nay, whom they fhall obey, and love thee too, K. Edw. Now Meffenger, what Letters, or what News from France? Poft. My Sovereign Liege, no Letters, and few Words, But fuch as I (without your fpecial pardon) Dare not relate. K. Edw. Go too, we pardon thee: What anfwer makes King Lewis unto our Letters ? To revel it with him, and his new Bride, K. Edw. Is Lewis fo brave? belike he thinks me Henry. But what faid Lady Bona to my Marriage? Poft. Thefe were her Words, utter'd with mild Disdain : Tell him, in hope he'll prove a Widower fhortly, I'll wear the Willow Garland for his fake K. Edw. I blame not her, she could fay little lefs; She had the wrong. But what faid Henry's Queen? For fo I heard that he was there in place. Poft. Tell him (quoth the) My mourning Weeds are done, And I am ready to put Armour on. K. Edw. Belike the means to play the Amazon. But what faid Warwick to thefe Injuries? Poft. He, more incens'd against your Majefty Than all the reft, difcharg'd me with thefe Words; Tell him from me, that he hath done me wrong, And therefore I'll uncrown him e'er't be long. K. Edw. Ha? durft the Traitor breathe out so proud Well, I will arm me, being thus fore-warn'd: [Words? They shall have Wars, and pay for their Prefumption, But fay, is Warwick Friends with Margaret? Poft. Poft. Ay, gracious Sovereign, They are folink'd in Friendship, That young Prince Edward marries Warwick's Daughter. Clar. Belike the elder; Clarence will have the younger. Now Brother King farewel, and fit you faft, You that love me, and Warwick, follow me. Glo. Not I: [Exit Clarence, and Somerset follows. My Thoughts aim at a further Matter: I ftay not for the love of Edward, but the Crown. [Afide. Exit Pembrook and Stafford. But e'er I go, Haftings and Montague I rather with you Foes than hollow Friends. Mon. So God help Montague, as he proves true. Enter Warwick and Oxford in England, with French Soldiers. War. Trust me, my Lord, all hitherto goes well, But fee where Somerset and Clarence come; War. Then gentle Clarence, welcome unto Warwick, Hath pawn'd an open Hand, in fign of Love: But welcome sweet Clarence, my Daughter fhall be thine, His Soldiers lurking in the Town about, With flight and manhood ftole to Rhesus' Tents, You that will follow me to this Attempt, [They all cry Henry. Why then, let's on our way in filent fort, Enter the Watchmen to guard the King's Tent. [Exeunt. 1 Watch. Come on, my Mafters, each Man take his Stand, The King by this has fet him down to fleep. 2 Watch. What, will he not to Bed? Watch. Why no; for he hath made a folemn Vow, Never to lye and take his natural Reft, Till Warwick, or himself, be quite fuppreft. 2 Watch. 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? I Watch. 'Tis the Lord Haftings, the King's chiefeft Friend. 3 Watch. O, is it fo? but why commands the King, That his chief Followers lodge in Towns about him, While he himself keeps in the cold Field? 2 Watch. 'Tis the more Honour, because the more dangerous. 3 Watch. Ay, but give me worship and quietness, I like it better than a dangerous Honour. If Warwick knew in what Eftate he stands, 'Tis to be doubted he would waken him. I Watch. Unless our Halberds did hut 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, Somerfet, 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 (hall be ours. I 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, Somerset, and the reft, bringing the King out in a Gown, fitting in a Chair; Glo'ster 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 my Embaffade, Nor Nor how to be contented with one Wife, Art thou here too? Nay then I fee, that Edward muft needs down. See that forthwith Duke Edward be convey'd When I have fought with Pembrook, and is Fellows, Lewis and the Lady Bona fend to him. Now for a while farewel good Duke of York. [They lead him out forcibly K. Edw. What Fates impose, that Men must needs abide; It boots not to refift both Wind and Tide. [Exeunt. Oxf. What now remains, my Lords, for us to do, But march to London with our Soldiers? War. Ay, that's the first thing that we have to do, Enter Rivers, and the Lady Gray. [Exeunt. Riv. Madam, what makes you in this fudden change? La. Gray. Why Brother Rivers, are you yet to learn What late Misfortune has befaln King Edward? Riv. What! lofs of fome pitcht Battel Against Warwick? La. Gray. No, but the loss of his own Royal Perfon. La. Gray. Ay, almost flain, for he is taken Prifoner. Or |