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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.
SC EN E III.
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.
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
We may surprize and take him at our pleasure ?
[They all cry, Henry! Why then, let's on our way in silent fort, For Warwick and his friends, God and Saint George!
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,
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.
King out in a gown, sitting in a chair ; Glo'iter and
the Duke. K. Edw. The Duke! why, Warwick, when we parted, Thou call'dft me King ?
War. Ay, but the case is alter'd.
And come now to create you Duke of York.
of York, sead with a slighe alteration :
That know not how to use ambassadors,
K. Edw. Brother of Clarence, and art thou here too:
[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.
Enter Rivers and the Queen.
Queen. Ay, almost Nain, for he is taken prisoner,
Riv. These news, I must confess, are full of grief,
Queen. Till then fair hope must hinder life's decay.
Riv. But, Madam, where is Warwick then become?
Queen. I am informed that he comes tow'rds London,