But that we enter, as into our Dukedom?

Glo. The gates made faft! brother, I like not this. For many men, that ftumble 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 hither will our friends repair to us.

Haft. My Liege, I'll knock once more to fummon

them.

Enter, on the Walls, the Mayor of York and his Brethren.

Mayor. My Lords, we were fore-warned of your coming,

And shut the gates for fafety of ourselves;

For now we owe allegiance unto Henry.

K. Edw. But, mafter Mayor, if Henry be your King, Yet Edward, at the leaft, is Duke of York.

Mayor. True, my good Lord, I know you for no lefs.

K. Edw. Why, and I challenge nothing but my Dukedom;

As being well content with that alone.

Glo. But when the fox has once got in his nofe, He'll foon find means to make the body follow. [Afide. Haft. Why, mafter Mayor, why stand you in a doubt ? Open the gates, we are King Henry's friends. Mayor. Ay, fay you fo? the gates fhall then be open'd. [He defcends. Glo. A wife ftout captain, and perfuaded foon! Haft. The good old man would fain that all were well,

So 'twere not long of him; but being enter'd, doubt not, I, but we shall foon perfuade Both him and all his brothers unto reafon.

Enter the Mayor and two Aldermen.

K. Edw. So, mafter Mayor; these gates muft not be

fhut

But in the night, or in the time of war.

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What

What, fear not, man, but yield me up the keys;

[Takes his 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. Glo. Brother, this is Sir John Montgomery,

Our trufty friend, unless I be deceiv'd.

K. Edw. Welcome, Sir John; but why come you in

arms?

Mont. To help King Edward in his time of storm, As every loyal fubject 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 send the rest.

Mont. Then fare you well, for I will hence again; I came to ferve a King, and not a Duke : Drummer, ftrike 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'd.
Mont. 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 fuccour you.
Why fhall we fight, if you pretend no title?

Glo. Why, brother, wherefore ftand you on nice points?

K. Edw. When we grow ftronger, then we'll make our claim :

'Till then, 'tis wisdom to conceal our meaning.

Haft. Away with fcrupulous wit, now arms muft rule. Glo. And fearlefs minds climb fooneft unto crowns. Brother, we will proclaim you out of hand; The bruit thereof will bring you many friends.

K. Edw. Then be it, as you will; for 'tis my right;

And Henry but ufurps the diadem.

Mont. Ay, now my Sov'reign fpeaketh like himself : And now will I'be Edward's champion,

Haft.

Haft. Sound trumpet, Edward (hall be here proclaim'd: 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 whofoe'er gain-fays King Edward's right, By this I challenge him to fingle fight.

[Throws down his 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 fun fhall 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 foldier.
Ah, froward Clarence, evil it befeems thee
To flatter Henry, and forfake thy brother!

Yet as we may, we'll meet both thee and Warwick.
Come on, brave foldiers, doubt not of the day :
And that once gotten, doubt not of large pay. [Exeunt.
SCENE changes again to London.
Enter King Henry, Warwick, Montague, Clarence,
Oxford, and Somerset.

War. WHAT counfel, Lords? Edward from Belgia,

With hafty Germans, and blunt Hollanders,

Hath pafs'd in fafety through the narrow feas;
And with his troops doth 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 fuffer'd, rivers cannot quench.

War. In Warwickshire I have true-hearted friends,

Not mutinous in peace, yet bold in war,

Thofe will I mufter up; and thou, fon Clarence,
Shalt ftir, in Suffolk, Norfolk, and in Kent,
The knights and gentlemen to come with thee.
Thou, brother Montague, in Buckingham,
Northampton, and in Leicestershire, fhalt find

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Men

Men well inclin'd to hear, what thou command'st.
And thou, brave Oxford, wondrous well belov'd,
In Oxfordshire fhall mufter up thy friends.
My Sov'reign, with the loving citizens,
(Like to his Ifland girt with th' ocean,
Or modeft Dian circled with her nymphs,)
Shall reft in London, 'till we come to him:
Fair lords, take leave, and stand not to reply.
Farewel, my Sovereign.

K. Henry. Farewel, my Hector, and my Troy's true hope.

Clar. In fign of truth, I kifs your highness' hand. K. Henry. Well-minded Clarence, be thou fortunate! Mont. Comfort, my Lord, and so I take my leave. Oxf. 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, fweet Lords; let's meet at Coventry.

[Exeunt. K. Henry. Here at the palace will I reft a while. Coufin 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 feduce the reft.
K. Henry. That's not my fear, my meed hath got me
fame:

I have not flopt mine ears to their demands,
Nor pofted off their fuits with flow delays;
My pity hath been balm to heal their wounds,
My mildness hath allay'd their swelling griefs,
My mercy dry'd their water flowing tears.
I have not been defirous of their wealth,
Nor much oppreft 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 graces challenge grace:
And when the lion fawns upon the lamb,
The lamb will never cease to follow him.

[Shout within. A Lancaster! a Lancaster! Exe. Hark, hark, my Lord, what fhouts are these?

Enter

Enter King Edward, and his Soldiers.

K. Edw. Seize on the shame-fac'd Henry, bear him hence,

And once again proclaim us King of England.
You are the fount, that make small brooks to flow;
Now ftops thy fpring, my fea fhall fuck them dry,
And fwell fo much the higher, by their ebb..
Hence with him to the Tower, let him not speak.

[Ex. with King Henry

And, Lords, to Coventry bend we our courfe,
Where peremptory Warwick now remains..
The fun fhines hot; and if we use delay;
Cold biting winter mars our hop'd-for hay.

Glo. Away betimes, before his forces join ;:
And take the great-grown traitor unawares:
Brave warriors, march amain towards Coventry. [Exeunt

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SCENE, before the Town of Coventry. Enter Warwick, the Mayor of Coventry, two Me fengers and others, upon the walls.

WARWICK.

HERE is the Poft, that came from valiant

W Oxford

How far hence is thy Lord, mine honest fellow 1 Mef. By this at Dunfmore, marching hither-wards War. How far off is our brother Montague ? Where is the Poft, that came from Montague? 2 Mef.. By this at Daintry, with a puiffant troop. Enter Somervile:

War. Say, Somervile, what fays my loving fon? And by thy guess how nigh is Clarence now?

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Someras