Thy Brother being carelefly encamp'd, With flight and manhood stole to Rhefus' Tents, [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 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 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, Nor Nor how to use your Brothers brotherly,, Art thou here too? Nay then I fee, that Edward must needs down. See that forthwith Duke Edward be convey'd When I have fought with Pembrook, and his Fellows, 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. - Riv. Thefe News I must confefs are full of Grief: 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: 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, [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, And And often but attended with weak Guard, He shall here find his Friends with Horfe and Men, 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, 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 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 |