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Nay, whom they fall obey, and love thee too,
Uilcfs they seek for hatred at my Hands :
Which if they do, yet will I keep thee safe,
And they ihall feel the Vengeance of my Wrath.
G.o. I hcar, yet say not much, but think the more.

Enter a Poft.
K. Edw. Now Messenger, what Letters, or what News
from France

Poft. My Sovereign Liege, no Letters, and few Words,
Put such as I (without your special pardon)
Dare not relato.

K. Edw. Go too, we pardon thee :
Therefore, in briet, tell their Words,
As near as thou canst guess them.
"ht nswer makes King Lewis unto our Letters?
P, Army depart these were his


Crei! 3 Étward, thy fupposed King,
That Lemes of France is lending over Maskers,
To revel it with him, and his new Bride.

K. Edw. Is Lewis fo brave?.belike he thinks me Henry.
But what fald Lady Bona to my Marriage?

Polt. These were her Words, utter'd with mild Disdain :
Tell him, in hope he'll prove a Widower shortly,
I'll wear the Willow Garland for his fake.

K. Edw. I blame not her, she could say little less;
She had the wrong:

But what said Henry's Queen?
For fo I heard that she was there in place,

Poft. Till him (quoth me)
My mourning Weeds are done,
And I am ready to put Armour on.

K. Edw. Belike she means to play the Amazon.
But what said IVarwick to these Injuries?

Post. He, more incens'd against your Majesty
Than all the rest, discharg'd me with these 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 ? durst ihe Traitor breathe out so proud
Well, I will arm me, being thus fore-warn'd: [Words?
They Mall have Wars, and pay for their Presumption,
But say, is Warwick Friends with Piargaret?


Poft. Ay, gracious Sovereign, They are so link'd in Friendthip, That young Prince Edward marries Warwick's Da:ighter.

Clar. Belike the elder;
Clarence will have the

Now Brother King farewel, and fit you fast,
For I will hence to Warwick's other Daughter,
That though I want a Kingdom, yet in Marriage
I may not prove inferior to your self.
You that love me, and Warwick, follow me.

[Exit Clarence, and, Somerset follows.
Glo. Not I:
My Thoughts aim at a further Matter :
I Lay not for the love of Edward, but the Crown. [ Aside.

K. Edw. Clarence and Somerset both gone to Warwick?
Yet I am arm'd against the worst can happen;
And haste is needful in this desp'rate Case.
Pembrook and Stafford, you in our behalf
Go levy Men, and make prepare for War;
They are already, or quickly will be landed:
My self in Person will streight follow you.

[Exit Pembrook and Stafford,
But e'er I go, Hastings and Montague
Resolve my doubt, you twain of all the rest
Are near to Warwick, by Blood and by Alliance;


you love Warwick more than me;
If it be fo, then both dipart to him:
I rather wish you Foes than hollow Friends.
But if you mind to hold your true Obedience,
Give me Allurance with some friendly Vow,
That I may never have you in fufpeét.

Mon. So God help Montague, as he proves true.
Haft. And Hastings, as he favours Edward's Cause.
K. Edw. Now, Brother Richard, will you stand by us?
Glo. Ay, in despight of all that shall withstand you.

K. Edw. Why so ; then am I sure of Victory.
Now therefore let us hence, and lose no hour,
'Till we meet Warwick, with his Foreign Power.

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Enter Warwick and Oxford in England, with French

War. Trust me, my Lord, all hitherto goes well,
The Common People by numbers swarm to us,

Enter Clarence and Somerset.
But see where Somerset and Clarence come;
Speak suddenly, my Lords, are we all Friends?

Clar. Fear not that, my Lord.

War. Then gentle Clarence, welcome unto Warwick,
And welcome Somerset: I hold it Cowardize,
To reft miftruftful, where a Noble Heart
Hath pawn’d an open Hand, in sign of Love:
Else mnight I think, that Clarence, Edward's Brother,
Were but a feigned Friend to our Proceedings:
But welcome sweet Clarence, my Daughter shall be thine.
And now, what rests? but in Night's Coverture,
Thy Brother being carelesly encampd,
His Soldiers lurking in the Town about,
And but attended by a simple Guard,
We may surprize and take him at our pleasure,
Our Scouts have found the Adventure very eafie:
That as Ulyffes, and stout Diomede
With flight and manhood stole to Rhesus' Tents,
And brought from thence the Thracian fatal Steeds i
Sowe, well covered with the Night's black Mantle,
At unawares may beat down Edward's Guard,
And seize himself: I say not, Naughter him,
for I intend but only to surprize him.
You that will follow me to this Attempt,
Applaud the Name of Henry, with your Leader.

[They all cry Henry.
Why then, let's on our way in silent sort,
For Wurwick and his friends, God and Saint George.

| Excunt, Enter the Watchmen 10 guard the King's Tent. 1 Watch. Come on, my Masters, each Man take his Srand, The King by this is set him down to sleep.

2 Watch. Whit, will he not to Bed?

i Wittch. Why no; for he hath made a solemn Vow, Never ro lye and take his natural Rést, 'Till Irmich, or himself, be quite suppreit.

2 Watch.

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2 Watch. To morrow then belike shall be the Day, If Warwick be so near as Men report.

3 Watch. But say, I pray, what Nobleman is that, That with the King here resteth in his Tent?

I Watch. 'Tis the Lord Hastings, the King'schiefest Friend.

3 Watch. O, is it so? 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 Estate he stands, 'Tis to be doubted he would waken him.

1 Watch. Unless our Halberds did shut up his Passage.

2 Watch. Ay; wherefore else guard we this Royal Tent, But to defend his Person from Night-foes ? Enter Warwick, Clarence, Oxford, Somerset, and French

Saldiers, filent all. War. This is his Tent, and see where stands his Guard : Courage, my Masters : Honour now or never : But follow me, and Edward shall be ours.

1 Watch. Who goes there?

2 IVarch. Stay, or thou dieft. [Warwick and che rest cry all, Warwick, Warwick, and set

upon the Guard, who fly, crying, Arms, Arms, Warwick and the rest following them.

The Drum beating, and Trumpets founding. Enter Warwick, Somerset, and the rest, bringing the King out

in a Gown, sitting in a Chair; Glo'ster and Hastings flying over the Stage. Som. What are they that fly there? War. Richard and Hastings, let them go, here is the Duke.

K. Edw. The Duke! Why Warwick, when we

parted Thou callidst me King?

War. Ay, but the case is alter'd. When you disgrac'd me in

disgrac'd me in my Embassade, Then i degraded you from being King, And come now to create you Duke of Yorks Alas, how should you govern any Kingdom, That know not how to use Ambaladors,


Nor how to be contented with one Wife,
Nor how to use your Brothers brotherly,
Nor how to study for the People's Welfare,
Nor how to Throwd your self from Enemies,

K. Edw. Yea, Brother of Clarence,
Art thou here too?
Nay then I see, that Edward must needs down,
Yet Warwick, in despight of all Mischance,
Of thee thy self, and all thy Complices,
Edward will always bear himself as King:
Though Fortune's malice overthrow my State,
My Mind exceeds the Compass of her Wheel.
War. Then for his Mind be Edward England's King,

[Takes off his Crown. But Henry now shall wear the English Crown, And be true King indeed; thou but a Shadow. My Lord of Somerset, at my request, See that forth with Duke Edward be convey'd Unto my Brother Archbishop of York: When I have fought with Pembrook, and his Fellows, I'll follow you, and tell what answer Lewis and the Lady Bona send 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, To free King Henry from Imprisonment, And see him feated in the Regal Throne. [Excunt.

Enter Rivers, and the Lady Gray. Riv. Madam, what makes you in this sudden change?

La. Gray. Why Brother Rivers, are you yet to learn
What late Misfortune has befaln King Edward?

Riv. What I loss of some pitcht Battel
Against Warwick
La.Gray. No, but the loss of his own Royal Person.
Riv. Then is my Sovereign Nain?
La. Grey. Ay, almost flain, for he is taken Prisoner,
Either betray'd by fallhood of his Guard,


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