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: 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: Where is Warwick then become? La. Gray. I am inform'd that he comes towards London, For truft not him that hath once broken Faith, To fave, at leaft, the Heir of Edward's Right; 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, He He fhall here find his Friends with Horfe and Men, Enter King Edward, and a Huntsman with him. K. Edw. Nay this way, Man, Now Brother of Glofter, Lord Haftings and the reft, Haft. To Lyn, my Lord, And fhip from thence to Flanders. Glo. Well gueft, believe me, for that was my meaning. Wilt thou go along? Hunt. Better do fo, than tarry and be hang'd. 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, War. Your Grace hath ftill been fam'd for virtuous, For few Men rightly temper with the Stars: Clar. No, Warwick, thou art worthy of the fway, 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, War. What anfwers Clarence to his Soveraign's Will? 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, 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 Head by Nature fram'd to wear a Crown, War. What news, my Friend? Poft. That Edward is escaped from your Brother, War. Unfavory news; but how made he efcape? And the Lord Haftings, who attended him In fecret ambush, on the Foreft fide, And from the Bishop's Huntsmen refcu'd him: War. My Brother was too careless of his charge. A Salve for any Sore, that may betide. [Exeunt Manet Somerfet, Richmond, and Oxford. And we shall have more Wars before't be long. Did glad my Heart, with hope of this young Richmond: Oxf. Ay, for if Edward re-poffefs the Crown, [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, 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. |