Thy Brother being carelefly encamp'd,
His Soldiers lurking in the Town about,
And but attended by a fimple Guard,
We may furprize and take him at our Pleasure.
Our Scouts have found the Adventure very eafie:
That as Ulyffes, and flout Diomede

With flight and manhood stole to Rhefus' Tents,
And brought from thence the Thracian fatal Steeds;
So we, well covered with the Night's black Mantle,
At unawares may beat down Edward's Guard,
And feize himself: I fay not, flaughter him,
For I intend but only to furprize 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 filent fort, For Warwick and his Friends, God and Saint George.

[Exeunt.

Enter the Watchmen to guard the King's Tent.

Watch. Come on, my Mafters, each Man take his
Stand,

The King by this has 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 Rest,

Till Warwick, or himself, be quite fuppreft.

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?

1 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 dan

gerous.

3 Watch

3 Watch. Ay, but give me worship and quietness. 1 like it better than a dangerous Honour. If Warwick knew in what Eftate he stands, Tis to be doubted he would waken him.

his Paflage.

I Watch. Unless our Halberds did fhut up
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, Somerfet, and the 'reft, bringing the King out in a Gown, fitting in a Chair; Glo'fter and Hastings 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?

War. Ay, but the cafe is alter'd.

When you difgrac'd me in my Embaffade,
Then I degraded you from being King,
And come now to create you Duke of York.
Alas, how fhould you govern any Kingdom,
That know not how to use Ambassadors,
Nor how to be contented with one Wife,

Nor

Nor how to use your Brothers brotherly,,
Nor how to ftudy for the People's Welfare,
Nor how to fhrowd your felf from Enemies.
K. Edw. Yea, Brother of Clarence,

Art thou here too?

Nay then I fee, that Edward must needs down.
Yet Warwick, in defpight of all Mifchance,
Of thee thy felf. 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 fhall wear the English Crown,
And be true King indeed; thou but a Shadow,
My Lord of Somerfet, at my Request,

See that forthwith 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 anfwer

Lewis and the Lady Bona fent 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 a

bide;

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 fee him feated in the Regal Throne.

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 Misfortunes has befaln King Edward? Riv. What! lofs of fome pitcht Battel.

Against Warwick ?

La. Gray. No, but the lofs of his own Royal Perfon.

Riv,

Riv. Then is my Sovereign flain ?

La Gray. Ay, almost flain, for he is taken Prisoner.
Either betray'd by falfhood of his Guard,
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 Foc.

- Riv. Thefe News I must confefs are full of Grief:
Yet, gracious Madani, bear it as you may,
Warwick may lofe, that now hath won the Day.

La. Gray. Till then fair Hope muft 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 mildness 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 Crowni
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: Guess thou the reft, King Edward's Friends muft down. But to prevent the Tyrant's Violence,

For truft not him that hath once broken Faith,

I'll hence forthwith unto the Sanctuary,
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 our King, my Brother,
Is Prisoner to the Bishop here, at whofe Hands
He hath good Ufage, and great Liberty,

And

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 usual Game,

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

Enter King Edward, and a Huntfman 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 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 Horfe ftands 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 will requite thy forwardness.
Glo. But wherefore ftay we? 'tis no time to talk.
K. Edw. Huntsman, 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 that I may repoffefs the Crown. pray

[Exeunt.

Enter King Henry, Clarence, Warwick, Somerfet, young Richmond, Oxford, Montague, and Lieutenant of the

Tower.

K. Henry. Mr. Lieutenant, now that God and Friends Have fhaken Edward from the Regal Seat, And turn'd my captive State to liberty, My Fear to Hope, my Sorrows unto Joys, At our Enlargement what are thy due Fees?

Lieu