Poft. Ay, gracious Sovereign, They are fo link'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, Somerfet follows. My Thoughts aim at a further Matter: I ay not for the love of Edward, but the Crown. [Afide. And hafte is needful in this defp'rate Cafe. [Exit Pembrook and Stafford. But e'er I go, Haftings and Montague you I rather wish you Foes than hollow Friends. Mon. So God help Montague, as he proves true. [Exeunt. Enter Warwick and Oxford in England, with French Soldiers. War. Trust me, my Lord, all hitherto goes well, But fee where Somerfet and Clarence come; War. Then gentle Clarence, welcome unto Warwick, But welcome fweet Clarence, my Daughter shall be thine. His Soldiers lurking in the Town about, With flight and manhood ftole to Rhefus' Tents, Leader. [They all cry Henry. Why then, let's on our way in filent fort, Exeunt. Enter the Watchmen to guard the King's Tent. 1 Watch. Come on, my Mafters, each Man take his Stand, The King by this is fet him down to fleep. 2 Watch. What, will he not to Bed? I Watch. Why no; for he hath made a folemn Vow, Never to lye and take his natural Reft, 'Till Warwick, or himfelf, 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 fhut up his Passage. 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 Masters: Honour now or never: But follow me, and Edward fhall 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'fter 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? my War. Ay, but the cafe is alter'd. 1 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 his 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 impofe, that Men muft 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 I lofs of fome pitcht Battel Against Warwick? La. Gray. No, but the lofs of his own Royal Perfon. La. Gray. Ay, almoft flain, for he is taken Prisoner, Or Or by his Foe furpriz'd at unawares : Riv. Thefe News I must confefs are full of Grief; La. Gray. Till then fair hope muft hinder Life's decay. } 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, [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 hath good Ufage, and great Liberty, He |