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Make much of him, my lords; for this is he,
Enter a Messenger. War. What news, my friend?
Mess. That Edward is escaped from your brother, And fled, as he hears since, to Burgundy.
War. Unsavoury news: But how made he escape?
Mess. He was convey'd by Richard duke of Gloster, And the lord Hastings, who attended him In secret ambush on the forest side, And from the bishop's huntsmen rescued him; For hunting was his daily exercise.
War. My brother was too careless of his charge.But let us hence, my sovereign, to provide A salve for any sore that may betide.
[Exeunt King Henry, War. Clar. Lieut. and
Attendants. Som. My lord, I like not of this flight of Edward's: For, doubtless, Burgundy will yield him help; And we shall have more wars, before't be long. As Henry's late presaging prophecy Did glad my heart, with hope of this young Richmond; So doth my heart misgive me, in these conflicts What may befall him, to his harm, and ours: Therefore, lord Oxford, to prevent the worst, Forthwith we'll send him hence to Britany, Till storms be past of civil enmity.
Oxf. Ay; for, if Edward repossess the crown, 'Tis like, that Richmond with the rest shall down.
Som. It shall be so; he shall to Britany. Come therefore, let's about it speedily.
[Exeunt, SCENE VII.-- Before York.
Enter King EDWARD, Gloster, Hastings, and Forces.
Glo. The gates made fast!--Brother, I like not this ;
fright us: By fair or foul means we must enter in, For hither will our friends repair to us. Hast. My liege, I'll knock once more, to summon
Enter, on the Walls, the Mayor of York, and his Brethren.
May. 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.
May. True, my good lord; I know you for no less. K. Edw. Why, and I challenge nothing but my duke
As being well content with that alone.
Glo. But when the fox hath once got in his nose, He'll soon find means to make the body follow. [Aside.
Hast. Why, master mayor, why stand you in a doubt? Open the gates, we are king Henry's friends. May. Ay, say you so ? the gates shall then be open'd.
(Exeunt from above. Glo. A wise stout captain, and persuaded soon!
Hast. The good old man would fain that all were well, So, 'twere not ’long of him: but, being enter'd, I doubt not, I, but we shall soon persuade Both him, and all his brothers, unto reason.
Re-enter the Mayor and Two Aldermen, below. 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 his Keys. For Edward will defend the town, and thee, And all those friends that deign to follow me.
Drum. Enter MoNTGOMERY, and Forces, marching.
Glo. 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 ? Mont. To help king Edward in his time of storm, As every loyal subject ought to do.
K. Edw. Thanks, good Montgomery: But we now
Mont. Then fare you well, for I will hence again;
[A March begun. K. Edw. Nay, stay, sir John, a while; and we'll debate, By what safe means the crown may be recover'd.
Mont. What talk you of debating? in few words,
Glo. Why, brother, wherefore stand you on nice points?
claim : Till then, 'tis wisdom to conceal our meaning.
Hast. Away with scrupulous wit! now arms must rule.
Glo. And fearless minds climb soonest 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 usurps the diadem.
Mont. Ay, now my sovereign speaketh like himself; And now will I be Edward's champion. Hast. Sound, trumpet; Edward shall be here pro
claim'd: Come, fellow-soldier, make thou proclamation.
[Gives him a Paper. Flourish.
Sold. [Reads.] Edward the fourth, by the grace of God, king of England and France, and lord of Ireland, 8c.
Mont. And whosoe’er gainsays king Edward's right, By this I challenge him to single fight.
[Throws down his Gauntlet. 11. Long live Edward the fourth! K. Edw. Thanks, brave Montgomery ;--and thanks
unto you 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 !-how 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.
SCENE VIII.- London. A Room in the Palace.
Enter King Henry, WARWICK, CLARENCE, MONTA
GUE, EXETER, and OXFORD.