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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. Thefe News I muft confefs are full of Grief:
Yet, gracious Madam, bear it as you may,
Warwick my lofe, that now hath won the Day.

La. Gray. Till then fair hope must hinder Life's decay. And I the rather wean me from Despair

For love of Edward's Off-fpring in my Womb:
This is it that makes me bridle in my Paffion,
And bear with mildnefs my Misfortune cross:
Ay, ay, for this I draw in many a Tear,
And ftop the rifing of Blood-fucking Sighs,
Left with my Sighs or Tears, I blaft or drown
King Edward's Fruit, true Heir to th’English Crown.
Riv. But Madam,

Where is Warwick then become?

La. Gray. 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 must down.
But to prevent the Tyrant's Violence,

For truft not him that hath once broken Faith,
I'll hence forthwith unto the San&uary,

To fave, at leaft, the Heir of Edward's Right;
There fhall I reft fecure from force and fraud:
Come therefore let us fly, while we may fly,
If Warwick take us, we are fure to die.

Exeunt.

Enter Gloucester, Lord Haftings, and Sir William Stanley. Glo. Now my Lord Haftings, and Sir William Stanley, Leave off to wonder why I drew you hither,

Into this chiefeft Thicket of the Park.

Thus ftands the Cafe; you know your King, my Brother,
Is Prifoner to the Bishop here, at whofe Hards
He hath good Ufage, and great Liberty,
And often but attended with weak Guard,
Comes hunting this way to difport himself.
I have advertis'd him by fecret Means,
That if about this hour he make this way,
Under the colour of his ufual Game,

He

He fhall here find his Friends with Horfe and Men,
To fet him free from his Captivity.

Enter King Edward, and a Huntsman with him.
Hunt. This way, my Lord,
For this way lyes the Game.

K. Edw. Nay this way, Man,
See where the Huntsmen ftand.

Now Brother of Glofter, Lord Haftings and the reft,
Stand you thus clofe to fteal the Bishop's Deer?
Glo. Brother the time and cafe requireth hafte,
Your Horse stands ready at the Park-corner.
K. Edw. But whither fhall we then?

Haft. To Lyn, my Lord,

And fhip from thence to Flanders.

Glo. Well gueft, believe me, for that was my meaning.
K. Edw. Stanley, I wi I requite thy forwardness.
Glo. But wherefore ftay we? 'tis no time to talk.
K. Edw. Hunt man, what fay'ft thou?

Wilt thou go along?

Hunt. Better do fo, than tarry and be hang'd.
Glo. Come then away, let's ha' no more ado.
K. Edw. Bishop farewel,

Shield thee from Warwick's frown,

And pray that I may repoffefs the Crown.

[Exeunt.

Enter King Henry, Clarence, Warwick, Somerfet, young Richmond, Oxford, Mountague,and Lieutenant of the Tower. K. Henry. Mr. Lieutenant, now that God and Friends Have faken Edward from the Regal Seat,

And turn'd my captive State to liberty,

My fear to hope, my forrows unto joys,

At our enlargement what are thy due Fees?

Lien. Subjects may challenge nothing of their Sov'raigns, But, if an humble Prayer may prevail,

I then crave pardon of you Majefty.

K. Henry. For what, Lieutenant? For well ufing me? Nay, be thou fure, I'll well requite thy kindness, For that it made my Imprisonment a Pleasure: Ay, fuch a Pleasure, as incaged Birds Conceive; when after many moody thoughts, At laft, by Notes of Houfhold harmony, They quite forget their loss of Liberty.

! But

But Warwick, after God, thou fett'ft me free,
And chiefly therefore, I thank God, and thee:
He was the Author, thou the Inftrument.
Therefore that I may conquer Fortune's fpight,
By living low, where Fortune cannot hurt me,
And that the People of this blessed Land
May not be punish'd with my thwarting Stars,
Warwick, although my Head ftill wear the Crown,
I here refign my Government to thee,
For thou art fortunate in all thy Deeds.

War. Your Grace hath ftill been fam'd for virtuous,
And now may feem as wife as virtuous,
By fpying and avoiding Fortune's Malice,

For few Men rightly temper with the Stars:
Yet in this one thing let me blame your Grace,
For chufing me, when Clarence is in place.

Clar. No, Warwick, thou art worthy of the fway,
To whom the Heav'ns in thy Nativity,
Adjudg'd an Olive Branch, and Lawrel Crown,
As likely to be bleft in Peace and War:

And therefore I yield thee my free confent.

War. And I chufe Clarence only for Protector.

K. Henry. Warwick and Clarence, give me both your Hands. Now join your Hands, and with your Hands, your Hearts, That no diffention hinder Government:

I make you both Protectors of this Land,
While I my felf will lead a private Life,
And in Devotion spend my latter Days,
To fins rebuke, and my Creator's praife.

War. What anfwers Clarence to his Soveraign's Will?
Clar. That he consents, if Warwick yield confent,

For on thy fortune I repofe my felf.

War. Why then, though loath, yet muft I be content: We'll yoak together, like a double shadow To Henry's Body, and fupply his Place; I mean, in bearing weight of Government, While he enjoys the honour, and his ease. And Clarence, now then it is more than needful Forthwith that Edward be pronounc'd a Traitor, And all his Lands and Goods confifcated.

Clar.

Clar. What elfe? and that Succeffion be determined. War. Ay, therein Clarence fhall not want his part.

K. Henry. But with the firft, of all our chief Affairs, Let me intrea, for I command no more,

That Margaret your Queen, and my Son Edward,
Be fent for, to return from France with speed:
For 'till I fee them here, by doubtful fear,
My joy of liberty is half eclips'd.

Clar. It fhall be done, my Soveraign, with all speed. K. Henry. My Lord of Somerset, what Youth is that, Of whom you feem to have fo tender care?

Som. My Liege, it is young Henry, Earl of Richmond. K. Henry. Come hither, England's Hope:

Lays his Hand on his Head.

If fecret Powers fuggeft but truth

To my divining Thoughts,

This pretty Lad will prove our Country's blifs.
His looks are full of peaceful Majefty,

His Head by Nature fram'd to wear a Crown,
His Hand to wield a Scepter, and himself
Likely in time to blefs a Regal Throne:
Make much of him, my Lords; for this is he
Must help you more, than you are hurt by me.
Enter a Poft.

War. What news, my Friend?

Poft. That Edward is escaped from your Brother,
And fled, as he hears fince, to Burgundy.-

War. Unfavory news; but how made he efcape?
Poft. He was convey'd by Richard, Duke of Glo'fter;

And the Lord Haftings, who attended him

In fecret ambush, on the Foreft fide,

And from the Bishop's Huntsmen refcu'd him:
For Hunting was his daily Exercise.

War. My Brother was too careless of his charge.
But let us hence, my Soveraign, to provide

A Salve for any Sore, that may betide.

[Exeunt

Manet Somerfet, Richmond, and Oxford.
Som. My Lord, I like not of this flight of Edward's:
For doubtless Burgundy will yield him help,

And we shall have more Wars before't be long.
As Henry's late prefaging Prophecy

Did glad my Heart, with hope of this young Richmond:
So doth my Heart, mil-give me, in thefe Conflicts
What may befal him, to his harm and ours.
Therefore, Lord Oxford, to prevent the worst,
Forthwith we'il fend hence to Britany,
'Till ftorms be paft of civil Enmity.

Oxf. Ay, for if Edward re-poffefs the Crown,
'Tis like that Richmond with the reft fhall down.
Som. It fhall be fo; he fhall to Britany.
Come therefore, let's about it fpeedily.

[Exeunt.

Enter King Edward, Glocefter, Haftings, and Soldiers. K. Edw. Now Brother Richard, Lord Haftings, and the rest, Yet thus far Fortune maketh us amends, And fays, that once more I fhall enterchange My wained State, for Henry's Regal Crown. Well have we pafs'd, and now repafs'd the Seas, And brought defired help from Burgundy. What then remains, we being thus arriv'd From Ravenspurgh Haven, before the Gates of York. But that we enter, as into our Dukedom?

Glo. The Gates made faft?

Brother, I like not this.

For many Men that stumble at the Threshold,
Are well fore-told, that danger lurks within.

K. Edw.Tuth Man, aboadments muft not now affright us: By fair or foul means we must enter in,

For hither will our Friends repair to us.

Haft. My Liege, I'll knock once more to fummon them. Enter on the Walls, the Mayor of York, and his Brethren. Mayor. My Lords,

We were fore-warned of your coming,

And fhut the Gates, for fafety of our felves;

For now we owe Allegiance unto Henry.

K. Edw. But, Mafter Mayor, if Henry be your King, Yet Edward, at the least, is Duke of York.

Mayor. True, my good Lord, I know your for no less. K. Edw. Why, and I challenge nothing but my Dukedom, As being well content with that alone.

Glo. But when the Fox has once got in his Nofe, He'll foon find means to make the Body follow.

Haft.

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