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Nay, whom they fall obey, and love thee too,
Enter a Poft.
Poft. My Sovereign Liege, no Letters, and few Words,
K. Edw. Go too, we pardon thee :
K. Edw. Is Lewis fo brave?.belike he thinks me Henry.
Polt. These were her Words, utter'd with mild Disdain :
K. Edw. I blame not her, she could say little less;
But what said Henry's Queen?
Poft. Till him (quoth me)
K. Edw. Belike she means to play the Amazon.
Post. He, more incens'd against your Majesty
K. Edw. Ha ? durst ihe Traitor breathe out so proud
Poft. Ay, gracious Sovereign, They are so link'd in Friendthip, That young Prince Edward marries Warwick's Da:ighter.
Clar. Belike the elder;
[Exit Clarence, and, Somerset follows.
K. Edw. Clarence and Somerset both gone to Warwick?
[Exit Pembrook and Stafford,
you love Warwick more than me;
Mon. So God help Montague, as he proves true.
K. Edw. Why so ; then am I sure of Victory.
Enter Warwick and Oxford in England, with French
Enter Clarence and Somerset.
Clar. Fear not that, my Lord.
War. Then gentle Clarence, welcome unto Warwick,
[They all cry Henry.
| 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. 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,
K. Edw. Yea, Brother of Clarence,
[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
Riv. What I loss of some pitcht Battel