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And brought desired help from Burgundy.
What then remains we being thus arriv'd
From Ravenspurg, before the gates of York,
But that we enter, as into our Dukedom?

Glo. The gates made fast! Brother, I like not this,
For many men, that stumble at the threshold,
Are well foretold that danger lurks within.
K. Edw. Tuh! man, aboadments must not now

affright us : By fair or foul means we must enter in, For hicher will our friends repair to us. Hajt: My Liege, I'll knock once more to summon


Enter on the walls, the Mayor of York and bis Bretbren, Mayor, My Lords, we were forewarned of your

coming, And shut the gates for safety of ourselves; For now we owe allegiance unto Henry,

K. Edw. But, master Mayor, if Henry be your King, Yet Edward, at the least, is Duke of York. Mayor. True, my good Lord, I know you for no

less. K. Edw. Why, and I challenge nothing but my

As being well content with that alone.

Clo. But when the fox has once got in his nose,
He'll foon find means to make the Body follow, ( Afide.
Haft. Why, master Mayor, why stand you in a doubt?

gates. We are King Henry's friends. Mayor. Ay, say you fo? the gates fhall then be open'd.

(He descends. Glo. A wise stout captain, and persuaded soon! Hajt. The good old man would fain that all were

well, & The good old man would fair mayor is willing we should enter buy all were well] The fo he may not be blamed.


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Enter the Mayor, and two Aldermen. K. Edw. So master Mayor, these gates must not

be shut But in the night, or in the time of war. What, fear not, man, but yield me up the keys;

(Takes bis 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.

Gio. Brother this is Sir John Montgomery, Our trusty friend, unless I be deceiv’d. K. Edw. Welcome, Sir John; but why come you in

arms? Montg. To help King Edward in his time of storm, As every loyal subject ought to do. K, Edw. Thanks, good Montgom'ry; but we now

forget Our title to the crown, and only claim Our Dukedom, till God please to fend the rest.

Monig. Then fare you well, for I will hence again; I came to serve a King, and not a Duke. -Drummer, strike up, and let us march away.

[The Drum begins a March, K. Edw. Nay, stay, Sir John, a while;, and we'll

debate, By what fafe means the crown may be recover'a.

Montg. What talk you of debating ? in few words, If you'll not here proclaim yourself our King, I'll leave you to your fortune, and be

gone To keep them back that come to succour you. Why thall we fight if you pretend no title?


Glo. Why brother, wherefore stand you on nice

points ? K. Edw. When we grow stronger, then we'll make

our claim: 'Till then, 'tis wisdom to conceal our meaning. Hajt. Away with fcrupulous wit, now arms must

rule. Gle. And fearless minds climb sooneft unto crowns. Brother, we will proclaim you out of hand, The bruit ehereof will bring you many friends.

K: Edw. Then be it, as you will, for 'tis my right, And Henry but usurps the diadem. Mont. Ay, now my Sov'reign speakech like him .

self : And now. will I be Edward's champion. Haft. Sound, trumpet, Edward shall be here pro

claimed: Come, fellow-foldier, make thou proclamation.

[Flourish. Sold. Edward the fourth, by the grace of God, King of England and France, and Lord of Ireland, &c. Mont. And whosoe'er gain-says King Edward's

right By this I challenge him to single fight.

[Tbrows down bis Gauntlet.' All

. Long live Edward the fourth! K. Edw. Thanks, brave Montgomery; and thanks

to all.

If fortune serve me, I'll requite this kindness.
Now, for this night, let's harbour here in York,
And when the morning sun shall raise his car
Above the border of this horizon,
We'll forward towards Warwick, and his mates ;
For well' I wot, that Henry is no soldier.
Ah, froward Clarence, evil it beseems thee
To flatter Henry, and forsake thy brother ! .
Yet as we may, we'll meet both thee and Warwick.

Come on, brave soldiers, doubt not of the day,
And, that once gotten, doubt not of large pay.

Changes again to London.

Enter King Henry, Warwick, 'Montague, Clarence,

Oxford, and Somerset.


War. HAT counsel, Lords ? Edward from

With hafty Germans, and blunt Hollanders,
Hath passed in safety through the narrow seas ;
And with his troops doch march amain to London ;
And many giddy people flock to him.

K. Henry. Let's levy men and beat him back again.

Clar. A little fire is quickly trodden out; . Which being suffer’d, rivers cannot quench...

War. In Warwickshire I have true hearted friends, Not mutinous in peace, yet bold in war, Those will I muster up; and thou, son-Clarence, Skalt stir, in Suffolk, Norfolk, and in Kent, The knights and gentlemen to come with thee. Thou, brother Montague, in Bucking bam, Northampton, and in Leicestershire, shalt find Men well inclin'd to hear what thou command'st. And thou, brave Oxford, wondrous well belov’d, In Oxfordshire shalt muster up thy friends, My Sov'reign, with the loving citizens, Like to his inland girt with th' ocean,

9 Let's levy men and beat him answer to W'arwick. This 'line back again. This line ex is not

in the old quarto, and preffes a spirit of war so unsuit. when Henry said nothing, the first able to the character of Henry, speech might be as properly. that I would give the first cold given to Warwick as to any {peech to the King, and the brikk other.


Or modeft Dian circled with her nymphs,
Shall rest in London, 'till we come to him :
Fair Lords, take leave, and stand not to reply.
-Farewel, my Sovereign.
K. Henry. Farewel, my Hestor and my Troy's true

Clar. In sign of truth, I kiss your highness' hand.
K. Henry. Well-minded Clarence, be thou fortunate !
Mont. Comfort, my Lord. And so I take my leave.
Oxf. (Killing Henry's band.] And thus I feal my

truth, and bid adieu. : K. Henry. Sweet Oxford, and my loving Montague, And all at once, once more a happy farewel. War. Farewel, sweet Lords ; let's meet at Coventry..

[Exeunt. K. Henry. Here at the palace will I rest a while. Cousin of Exeter, what thinks your Lordship: Methinks, the pow'r, that Edward hath in field, Should not be able to encounter mine.

Exe. The doubt is, that he will seduce the reft.
K. Henry. That's not my fear, my meed hath got

me fame;
I have not stopt mine ears to their demands,
Nor posted off their suits with now delays,
My pity hath been balm to heal their wounds,
My mildness hath allay'd their swelling griefs,
My mercy dried their water flowing tears.
I have not been desirous of their wealth,
Nor mueh opprest them with great fubfidies,
Nor forward of revenge, though they much err’d.
Then why should they love Edward more than me;
No, Exeter, these graees challenge grace,
And when the lion fawns upon the lamb,

-My MEED hath got me fame :) Meed' fignifies reward. We should read my

DEED, i, e. my manners, conduct in the administration..



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