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Mon. So God help Montague, as he proves true !

. 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. [Exe.


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İn Warwickshire. Enter Warwick and Oxford, with French Soldiers. War. RUST me, my Lord, all hitherto

goes well; The common people swarm by numbers 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 cowardise To rest mistrustful, where a noble heart Hath pawn'd an open hand in sign of love ; Else might I think, that Clarence, Edward's brother, Were but a feigned friend to our proceedings. But welcome, friend, my daughter shall be chine. And now what rests, but in * night's overture, Thy brother being carelesly encaip'd, His soldiers lurking in the towns about, And but attended by a simple guard,

night's overture.] The Town abeur. Dr. Tbirlby author muft, I think, have write advised the reading Towns here ; ten night's coverture. For though the Guard in the Scene immeoverture, which fignifies first an diately following fays, opening, then an offer, may like

but why commands the wisc mean an cpportunity, yet

King, overture seems to be an That his chief Foll’wers lodge in improper phrase.

Towns about him, &c. llis Soldiers lurking in the



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We may surprize and take him at our pleasure ?
Our scouts have found th’adventure very easy;
That as Uh fes anu stout Diomede
With digit and manhood stole to Rhesus' Tents,
And brought from thence the Thracian fatal steeds,
* So we, well cover'd with the night's black mantle,
At unawares may beat down Edward's guard,
And seize himielt, 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 fort, For Warwick and his friends, God and Saint George!

Enter the Watchmen to guard the King's Tent.
I Watch. Come on, my masters, each man take his

The King by this has set him down to sleep.

2 Watch. What, will he not to bed?

1 Watch. Why, no; for he hath made a solemn vow, Never to lie and take his natural Rest, Till Warwick or himself be quite supprest.

2 Watch. To morrow then, belike, shall be the day; If Warwick be fo near, as men report.

3 Watch. But say, I pray, what Nobleman is that, That with the King here reftech in his tent? 1 Watch. 'Tis the Lord Hastings, the King's chiefest

friend. 3 Watch. O, is it so?-But why commands the King, That his chief followers lodge in towns about him, While he himself keepeth in the cold field ? 2 Watch. 'Tis the more honour, because the more

dangerous. * So we, well cover'd with the line may confirm the reading of

night's black mantler] This coverture,

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3 Watch. Ay, but give me worship and quietnets ; I like it better than a dang’rous honour. If Warwick knew in what estate he stands, 'Tis to be doubted, he would waken him.

I Watch. Unless our 'halberds did shut up his passage.

2Watch. Ay; wherefore else guard we this royal tent, But to defend his person from night-foes? Enter Warwick, Clarence, Oxford, Somerset, and

French Soldiers, silent 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.

I Watch. Who goes there? 2 Watch. Stay, or thou diest. (Warwick and the 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'iter and
Haitings flying over the Šiage.
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 call'dft me King ?

War. Ay, but the case is alter'd.
When you disgrac'd me in my ambassade,
Then I degraded you from being King;

And come now to create you Duke of York.
Alas, how should you govern any kingdom,
* And come nor to create you And come to new create you Duke
Duke of York.] Might we

of York, sead with a slighe alteration :


That know not how to use ambassadors,
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 yourself from enemies?

K. Edw. Brother of Clarence, and art thou here too:
Nay, then I see, chat Edward needs must down.
Yet, Warwick, in despight of all mischar.ce,
Of thee thyself, 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

[Takes off bis Crown. But Henry now shall wear the English crown, And be true King, indeed; thou but the shadow. -My Lord of Somerset, at my request, See that forthwith Duke Edward be convey'd Unto my brother, archbishop of York. When I have fought with Pembroke and his fellows, I'll follow you, and tell you what reply Lewis and Lady Bona sent to him. - Now for a while farewell, good Duke of York. K. Edw. What fates impole, that men must needs

abide; It boots not to relift both wind and tide.

[Exit King Edward led out, Oxf. What now remains, my Lords, for us to do, But march to London with our foldiers ?

War. Ay, that's the first thing that we have to do; To free King Henry from imprisonment, And see him seated in the regal throne. [Exeunt.

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Enter Rivers and the Queen.
Riv. ADAM, what makes you in this sudden

Queen. Why, brother Rivers, are you yet to learn,
What late misfortune has befaln King Edward ?
Riv. What! loss of some pitcht bactle against War-

wick ?
Queen. No, but the loss of his own royal person.
Riv. Then is my sovereign Nain ?

Queen. Ay, almost Nain, 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 foe.

Riv. These news, I must confess, are full of grief,
Yet, gracious Madam, bear it as you may ;
Warwick may lose, that now hath won the day,

Queen. Till then fair hope must hinder life's decay.
And I the rather wean me from despair,
For love of Edward's off-spring in my womb,
This is't, that makes me bridle in my passion,
And bear with mildness my misfortune's cross;
Ay, ay, for this I draw in many a tear,
And stop the rising of blood-fucking sighs,
Left with my sighs or tears, I blast or drown
King Edward's fruit, true lieir to th’ English crown.

Riv. But, Madam, where is Warwick then become?

Queen. I am informed that he comes tow'rds London,
To set the crown once more on Henry's head:
Guess thou the rest, King Edward's friends must down.
Bui to prevent the tyrant's violence,


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