I'll wear the willow garland for his fake.

K. Edw. I blame not her, fhe could fay Itttle lefs; She had the wrong. But what faid Henry's Queen? For fo I heard, that she was there in place.

Poft. Tell him, (quoth fhe) my mourning weeds are done;

And I am ready to put armour on.

K. Edw. Belike, the means to play the Amazon. But what faid Warwick to these injuries?

Poft. He, more incens'd against your Majesty Than all the reft, discharg'd me with these words; Tell him from me, that he hath done me Wrong; And therefore I'll uncrown him ere't be long.

K. Edw. Ha! durft the Traitor breath out so proud words?

Well, I will arm me, being thus fore-warn'd:
They fhall have wars, and pay for their presumption.
But fay, is Warwick friends with Margaret?

Poft. Ay, gracious Sov'reign, they're fo link'd in friendship,

That young Prince Edward marries Warwick's daughter. Clar. Belike, the younger; Clarence will have the elder. (7)

Now, brother King, farewel, and fit you fast,
For I will hence to Warwick's other daughter;
That tho' I want a Kingdom, yet in Marriage
I may not prove inferior to yourself.

You, that love me and Warwick, follow me.

[Exit Clarence; and Somerset follows. Glo. Not I: my thoughts aim at a further matter: I ftay not for love of Edward, but the Crown.

[Afide.

K. Edw. Clarence and Somerfet both gone to Warwick? Yet am I arm'd against the worst can happen; And hafte is needful in this defp'rate cafe: Pembroke and Stafford, you in our behalf

(7) Belike, the Elder; Clarence will have the Younger.]. I have ventur'd to make Elder and Younger change Places in this Line against the Authority of All the printed Copies. The Reason of it will be obvious to every one, from the Proofs in my Note preceding this,

Go

Go levy men, and make prepare for war;
They are already, or will foon be landed;
Myfelf in person will straight follow you.

[Ex. Pembroke and Stafford.

But ere I go, Haflings and Montague,

Refolve my doubt: you twain, of all the rest,
Are near to Warwick by blood and by alliance;
Tell me, if you love Warwick more than me?
If it be fo, then both depart to him:
I rather wish you foes, than hollow friends.
But if you mind to hold your true obedience,
Give me affurance with fome friendly vow,
That I may never have you in fufpect.

Mon. So God help Montague, as he proves true!
Haft. And Haftings, as he favours Edward's Caufe!
K. Edw. Now, brother Richard, will you stand by us?
Glo Ay, in defpight of all that fhall withstand you.
K. Edw. Why fo, then am I fure of victory.

Now therefore let us hence, and lofe no hour,
'Till we meet Warwick with his foreign Power. [Exe.
SCENE, in Warwickshire.

Enter Warwick and Oxford, with French Soldiers.

War T

RUST me, my lord, all hitherto goes well;
The common people fwarm by numbers to us.
Enter Clarence and Somerfet.

But fee, where Somerset and Clarence come;
Speak fuddenly, 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 cowardife

To reft mistrustful, where a noble heart

Hath pawn'd an open hand in fight of love.

Elfe might I think, that Clarence, Edward's brother,
Were but a feigned friend to our proceedings.
But welcome, friend, my daughter fhall be thine.
And now what refts, but in night's coverture,
Thy brother being carelefly encamp'd,

His foldiers lurking in the towns about, (8)
And but attended by a fimple guard,
We may furprize and take him at our pleasure?
Our fcouts have found th' adventure very easie:
That as Ulyffes and ftout Diomede

With flight and manhood ftole to Rhefus' Tents,
And brought from thence the Thracian fatal fteeds;
So we, well cover'd with the night's black mantle,
At unawares may beat down Edward's guard,
And feize himself: I fay not, flaughter 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 filent fort,
For Warwick and his friends, God and Saint George!

[Exeunt.

Enter the Watchmen to guard the King's Tent.

Watch. Come on, my mafters, each man take his
Stand:

The King by this has fet him down to sleep.

2 Watch. What, will he not to bed?

1 Watch. Why, no; for he hath made a folemn vow, Never to lye and take his natural Rest,

Till Warwick or himself be quite fuppreft.

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

3 Watch. But fay, I pray, what Nobleman is that, That with the King here refteth in his tent?

Watch. 'Tis the lord Haftings, the King's chiefeft friend.

3 Watch. O, is it fo? but why commands the King, That his chief followers lodge in towns about him,

(8) His foldiers lurking in the Town about.] Dr. Thirlby advifed the reading Towns here, very justly, upon the Proof of this Paffage fpoken by the Guard in the Scene immediately following.

-but why commands the King,

That his chief Follwers lodge in Towns about him, &c.

While he himself keepeth in the cold field?

2 Watch. 'Tis the more honour, because the more dangerous.

2 Watch. Ay, but give me worship and quietness; 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.

Watch. Unless our halberds did fhut up his paffage. 2 Watch. Ay; wherefore elfe guard we this royal tent, But to defend his perfon from night-foes?

Enter Warwick, Clarence, Oxford, Somerset, and French Soldiers, filent all.

War. This is his tent; and see, where stands his guard:

Courage, my maffers: honour now, or never!
But follow me, and Edward fhall be ours.

1 Watch. Who goes there?

2 Watch. Stay, or thou dieft.

[Warwick and the reft cry all, Warwick! Warwick! and fet upon the Guard; who fly, crying, Arms ! Arms! Warwick and the reft following them.

The Drum beating, and Trumpets founding.

Enter Warwick, Somerfet, and the reft, bringing the King out in a gown, fitting in a chair; Glofter and Haltings Aying over the Stage.

Som. What are they, that fly there?

War. Richard and Haftings; 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 cafe is alter'd.

When you difgrac'd me in my ambaffade,
Then I degraded you from being King;
And come now to create you Duke of York.
Alas, how fhould you govern any kingdom,
That know not how to use ambaffadors;
Nor how to be contented with one wife,
Nor how to use your brothers brotherly,

Nor

Nor how to study for the people's welfare,
Nor how to shrowd your felf from enemies?

K. Edw. Brother of Clarence, and art thou here too? Nay, then I fee, that Edward needs muft down. Yet, Warwick, in defpight of all mifchance, Of thee thy felf, and all thy complices, Edward will always bear himself as King: Though fortune's malice overthrow my ftate, My mind exceeds the compass of her wheel.

King:

War. Then, for his mind, be Edward England's
[Takes off his Crown.
But Henry now fhall wear the English crown,
And be true King, indeed; thou but the shadow.
My lord of Somerfet, 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 fent to him:

Now for a while farewel, good Duke of York.

K. Edw. What fates impofe, that men must needs abide;

It boots not to refift both wind and tide.

[Ex. King Edward led out forceably. Ox. 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 fee him feated in the regal throne.

Riv.

SCENE, the Palace.

Enter Rivers, and the Queen.

[Exeunt.

ADAM, what makes you in this fudden change?

ΜΑ

Queen. Why, brother Rivers, are you yet to learn, What late misfortune has befaln King Edward?

Riv. What! lofs of fome pitcht battle againft War

wick?

Queen. No, but the lofs of his own royal perfon.