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Or by his Foe surpriz'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. These News I must confess are full of Grief ;
Yet, gracious Madam, bear it as you may,
Warwick may lose, that now hath won the Day.
La. Gray. 'Till then fair hope must hinder Life's decay.
And I thé rather wean me from Despair
For love of Edward's Off-spring in my Womb:
This is it that makes me bridle in my Pallion,
And bear with mildness my Misfortune cross:
Ay, ay, for this I draw in many a Tear,
And stop the rising of Blood-lucking Sighs,
Lest with my Sighs or Tears, I blalt 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 set the Crown once more on Henry's Head:
Guess thou the rest, King Edward's Friends must down.
But to prevent the Tyrani's Violence,
For trust not him that hath once broken Faith,
I'll hence forthwith unto the San&uary,
To save, at least, the Heir of Edward's Right;
There shall I reft fecure from force and fraud :
Come therefore let us fly, while we may fly,
If Warwick take us, we are sure to die.
(Exeuni. Enter Gloucester, Lord Hastings, and Sir William Stanley.
Glo. Now my Lord Hastings, and Sir William Stanley, Leave off to wonder why I drew you hither, Into this chiefest Thicket of the Park. Thus stands the Case; you know your King, my Brother, Is Prisoner to the Bishop here, at whose Hands He hath good Usage, and great Liberty, And often but attended with weak Guard, Comes hunting this way to disport himself. I have advertis'd him by secret Means, That if aboựt this hour he make this way, Voder the colour of his usual Game,
He shall here find his Friends with Horse and Men,
To set 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 stand.
Now Brother of Gloster, Lord Hastings and the rest,
Stand you thus close to steal the Bishop's Deer?
Glo. Brother the time and case requireth haste,
Your Horse stands ready at the Park-corner,
K. Edw. But whither shall we then?
Hast. To Lyx, my Lord,
And ship from thence to Flanders.
Glo. Well guest, believe me, for that was my meaning.
K. Edw. Stanley, I will requite thy forwardness.
Glo. But wherefore stay we? 'tis no time to talk.
K. Edw. Huntsman, what say'st thou?
Wilt thou go along?
Hunt. Better do so, 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,
pray that I may repossess the Crown, [Exeunt. Enter King Henry, Clarence, Warwick, Somerset, young Richmond, Oxford, Mountague, and Lieutenant of the Tower.
K. Henry. Mr. Lieutenant, now that God and Friends
Have shaken Edward from the Regal Seat,
And turn'd my captive State to liberty,
My fear to hope, my sorrows unto joys,
Ar our enlargement what are thy due Fees?
Licu. Subje&s may challenge nothing of their Sov'raigns,
But, if an humble Prayer may prevail,
I then crave pardon of your Majesty,
K. Henry. For what, Licutenant? For well using me?
Nay, be chou sure, I'll well require thy kindness,
For that it made my Imprisonment a Pleasure :
Ay, such a Pleasure, as incaged Birds
Conceive; when after many moody thoughts,
At last, by Notes of Houshold harmony,
They quite forget their loss of Literty,
But Warwick, after God, thou sete'st me free,
And chiefly therefore, I thank God, and thee :
He was the Author, thou the Instrument.
Therefore that I may conquer Fortunes spight,
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 still wear the Crown,
I here resign my Government to thee,
For thou art fortunate in all thy Deeds.
War. Your Grace hath still been fam'd for virtuous,
And now may seem as wise as virtuous,
By spying and avoiding Fortune's malice,
For few Men rightly temper with the Stars:
Yet in this one thing let me blame your Grace,
For chusing me, when Clarence is in place.
Clar. No, Warwick, thou art worthy of the sway,
To whom the Heav'ns in thy Nativity,
Adjudgʻd an Olive Branch, and Lawrel Crown,
As likely to be blest in Peace and War:
And therefore I yield 'thee my
War. And I chuse 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 diflention hinder Government:
I make you both Protectors of this Land,
While I my self will lead a private Life,
And in Devotion spend my latter Days,
To fins rebuke, and my Creator's praise,
War. What answers Clarence to his Soveraign's Will?
Clar. That he consents, if Warwick yield consent, For on thy fortune I repose 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 supply 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 Traitoring And all his Lands and Goods confiscated.
Clar. What else? and that Succession be determined.
War. Ay, therein Clarence shall not want his part.
K. Henry. But with the first, of all our chief Affairs,
Let me intreat, for I command no more,
That Margaret your Queen, and my Son Edward,
Be sent for, to return from France with speed:
For 'till I see them here, by doubtful fear,
My joy of liberty is half eclips’d.
Clar. It shall be done, my Soveraign, with all speed.
K. Henry. My Lord of Somerset, what Youth is that,
Of whom you seem to have so 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 secret Powers suggest but truth
To my divining Thoughts,
This pretty Lad will prove our Country's bliss.
His looks are full of peaceful Majesty,
His Head by Nature fram'd to wear a Crown,
His hand to wield a Scepter, and himself
Likely in time to bless 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 Post.
War. What news, my Friend?
Poft. That Edward is escaped from your Brother, And Aed, as he hears since, to Burgundy.
War. Unsavory news; but how made he escape?
Post. He was convey'd by Richard, Duke of Gloster,
And the Lord Hastings, who attended him
In secret ambush, on the Forest fide,
And from the Bishops.Huntsmen rescu'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. [Ex:unt.
Manet Somerset, 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 presaging Prophecy
Did glad my Heart, with hope of this young
So doth my Heart, mil-give me, in these Conflias
What may befal him, to his harm and ours.
Therefore, Lord Oxford, to prevent the worst,
Forthwith we'll send him hence to Britany,
Till storms be past of civil Enmity.
Oxf. Ay, for if Edward re-posess the Crown, 'Tis like that Richmond with the rest shall down.
Som. It shall be so; he shall to Britany. Come therefore, let's about it speedily.
[Exeunt. Enter King Edward, Glocester, Hastings, and Soldiers.
K. Edw. Now Brother Richard, Lord Hastings, and the rest,
Yet thus far Fortune maketh us amends,
And lays, that once more I shall enterchange
My wained State, for Henry's Regal Crown.
Well have we pass'd, and now repass'd the Seas,
And brought defired help from Burgundy.
- What then remains, we being thus arrivd
From Ravenspurgh Haven, before the Gates of York,
But that we enter, as into our Dukedom?
Glo. The Gates made falt?
Brother, I like not this..
For many Men that stumble at the Threshold,
Are well fore-told, that danger lurks within.
K. Edw.Tujh Man, aboadments must not now affright us ;
By fair or foul means we must enter in,
For hither will our Friends repair to us.
Hast. My Liege, I'll knock once more to summon them.
Enter on the Walls, the Mayor of York, and his Brethren.
Mayor. My Lords,
We are fore-warned of your coming,
And shut the Gates, for safety of our selves;
For now we owe Allegiance unto Henry:
K.Edw. But, Master Mayor, if Henry be your King,
Yet Edward, at the least, is Duke of York.
Mayor. True, my good Lord, I know you 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 Nose, He'll soon find means to make the Body follow.