Enter King Edward, and a Huntsman with him. Hunt. This way, my Lord, for this way lies the game.

K. Edw. Nay, this way, man; fee where the huntsmen stand.

Now, brother Glo'fter, Haftings, and the reft,
Stand you thus close to steal the Bishop's deer?
Glo. Brother, the time and cafe requireth hafte,
Your horse stands ready here at the park-corner.
K. Edw But whither fhall we then?
Haft. To Lynn, my Lord,

And thip from thence to Flanders.

Glo

Well guefs'd, 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; fhield thee from War-
wick's frown,

And pray

that I may repoffefs the crown.

[Exeunt. SCENE VII. Changes to the Tower in London Enter King Henry, Clarence, Warwick, Somerset, young Richmond, Oxford, Montague, and Lieutenant of the Tower.

K. Henry, Mr Lieutenant, now that God and friends Have fhaken Edward from the regal feat, And turn'd my captive ftate to Liberty, My fear to hope, my forrows unto joys, At our enlargement, what are thy due fees?

Lieut. Subjects may challenge nothing of their foveBut if an humble prayer may prevail, then crave pardon of your Majelty.

[reign;

K. Henry. For what, Lieutenant? for well ufingme? Nay, be thou fare, I'll well require thy kindnefs; For that it made my imprifonment a pleafure; Ay, fuch a pleafure as incaged birds

Conceive, when after many moody thoughts,
At last, by notes of household-harmony,
They quite forget their lofs of liberty.

But, Warwick, after God, thou fett'ft me free,
And chiefly therefore I thank God and thee.
He was the author, thou the inftrument.
Therefore that I may conquer Fortune's fpight,
By living low, where Fortune cannot hurt me,
And that the people of this bleffed land
May not be punifh'd with my thwarting ftars,
Warwick, although my head still wear the crown,
I here refign my government to thee,

For thou art fortunate in all thy deeds.

War. Your Grace has ftill been fam'd for virtuous, And now may seem as wife 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 chufing me, when Clarence is in place.

Glar. No, Warwick, thou art worthy of the fway, To whom the heav'ns in thy nativity

Adjudg'd an olive branch and laurel crown,
As likely to be blefs'd in peace and war;

And therefore I yield thee my free confent.

War And I chute Clarence only for Protector.

K. Henry Warwick and Clarence, give me both your hands;

E

Now join your hands, and with your hands your hearts,
That no diffenfion hinder government.
I make you both Protectors of this land,
While I myself will read a private life;
And in devotion spend my latter days,
To fin's rebuke and my Creator's praise.

War. What answers Clarence to his Sovereign's will? Clar. That he confents, if Warwick yield confent; For on thy fortune I repofe myself.

War. Why then, though loth, yet muft I be content : We'll yoke together, like a double fhadow To fienry's body, and 'upply 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,

Forth with that Edward be pronounc'd a traitor,
And all his lands and goods confiscated.

Clar. What else? and that fucceffion be determin'd. War. Ay, therein Clarence fhall 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 fon Edward,
Be fent for, to return from France with speed.
For till I fee them here, by doubtful fear

My joy of liberty is half eclips'd.

Clar. It fhall be done, my Sovereign, with all speed. K. Henry. My Lord of Somerset, what youth is that Of whom you fecm to have fo tender care?

Som. My Liege, it is young Henry, Earl of Richmond. K. Henry. Come hither England's hope: if fecret powers [Lays his hand on his head. Suggest but truth to my divining thoughts, This pretty lad will prove our country's blifs. His looks are full of peaceful majesty, His head by nature fram❜d to wear a crown, His hand to wield a fceptre, and himself Likely in time to blefs 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 Poft.

War. What news, my friend?

Poft. That Edward is escaped from your brother, And fled, as he bears fince, to Burgundy.

War. Unfavoury news; but how made he escape? Poft. He was convey'd by Richard Duke of Glo'ster, And the Lord Haftings, who attended him

In fecret ambush on the forest fide,

And from the Bishop's huntsmen refcu'd him :
For hunting was his daily exercife.

War. My brother was too careless of his charge.
But let us hence, my Sov'reign, to provide

A falve for any fore that may betide.

[Exeunt.

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 fhall have more wars before't be long.
As Henry's late prefaging prophecy

Did glad my heart with hope of this young Richmond;
So doth my heart mifgive me, in these conflicts
What may befal him, to his harm and ours.
Therefore, Lord Oxford, to prevent the worst,
Forthwith we'll fend him hence to Britany,
Till ftorms be paft of civil enmity.

Oxf. Ay; for if Edward repoffefs the crown,
'Tis like that Richmond with the reft fhall down.
Som. It fhall be fo; he fhall to Britany.
Come therefore, let's about it fpeedily.

[Exeunt.

SCENE VIII. Changes to York.

Enter King Edward, Gloucester, Hastings, and Soldiers.
K. Ed. Now, brother Richard, Haftings, and the
Yet thus far Fortune maketh us amends;

And fays, that once more I fhall interchange
My wained ftate 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 arriv'd
From Raven purg, before the gates of York,
But that we enter as into our dukedom?

[rest.

Glo. The gates made faft! brother, like not this. For many men that stumble at the threshold,

Are well foretold that danger lurks within.

K. Edw Tufh! man, aboadments must not now af

By fair or foul means we must enter in,

For hither will our friends repair to us.

[fright us:

Haft. My Liege, Ill knock once more to fummon them.

Enter on the walls the Mayor of York, and his brethren.

Mayor My Lords, we were forewarned of your And hut the gates for fafety of ourselves; For now we owe allegiance unto Henry.

[coming,

K. Edw. But, Mafter Mayor, if Henry be your King,

Yet Edward at the leaft is Duke of York.

Mayor. True, my good Lord, I know you for no less.

K. Edw. Why, and I challenge nothing but my dukeAs being well content with that alone.

[dom,

Glo. But when the fox has once got in his nofe,
He'll foon find means to make the body follow [Afide.
Haft. Why, Master Mayor, why stand you in a doubt?
Open the gates, we are King Henry's friends.
Mayor. Ay, fay you fo? the gates fhall then be
open'd.
[He defcends.
Glo. A wife ftout captain, and perfuaded foon !
Haft. The good old man would fain that all were well,
So 'twere not long of him; but being enter'd,

I doubt not, I, but we fhall foon perfuade
Both him and all his brothers unto reafon.

Enter the Mayor, and two Aldermen.

[fhut

K. Edw. So Mafter Mayor; thefe gates must not be
But in the night, or in the time of war.
What? fear not, man; but yield me up the keys;
[Takes his keys.

For Edward will defend the town and thee,
And all those friends that deign to follow me.

March. Enter Montgomery, with Drum and Soldiers.
Glo. Brother, this is Sir John Montgomery,

Our trufty friend, unlef I be deceiv'd.

K. Edw. Welcome, Sir John; but why come you in arms?

Mont. To help King Edward in his time of storm, As every loyal fubject ought to do.

K Edw. Thanks, good Montgom'ry: but we now Our title to the crown, and only claim

Our dukedom, till God please to fend the reft.

[forget

Mont Then fare you well: for I will hence again;

I came to ferve a King, and not a Duke
Drummer, strike up, and let us march away,

[The drum begins a march.
K. Edw. Nay, ftay, Sir John, a while; and we'll de-
By what fate means the crown may be recover d. [bate,
Mont What talk you of debating? in few words,
If you'l not here proclaim yourself our King,
I'll leave you to your fortune, and be gone
To keep them back that come to fuccour you,