Myself in person will straight follow you. [Exeunt PEMBROKE and STAFFORD. But, ere I go, Hastings, and Montague,— I rather wish you foes, than hollow friends; Mont. So God help Montague, as he proves true! SCENE II.-A Plain in Warwickshire. Enter WARWICK and OXFORD, with French and other Forces. War. Trust me, my lord, all hitherto goes well; The common people by numbers swarm to us. Enter CLARENCE and SOMERset. But, see, where Somerset and Clarence come;- Clar. Fear not that, my lord. War. Then, gentle Clarence, welcome unto Warwick; And welcome, Somerset :-I hold it cowardice, Hath pawn'd an open hand in sign of love; Else might I think, that Clarence, Edward's brother, But welcome, Clarence; my daughter shall be thine. We may surprize and take him at our pleasure? With sleight and manhood stole to Rhesus' tents, [They all cry, Henry! Why, then, let's on our way in silent sort: [Exeunt. SCENE III.-EDWARD'S Camp, near Warwick. Enter certain Watchmen, to guard the King's Tent. 1 Watch. Come on, my masters, each man take his stand; The king, by this, is set him down to sleep. 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 suppress'd. 2 Watch. To-morrow then, belike, shall be the day, If Warwick be so near as men report. 3 Watch. But say, I pray, what nobleman is that, That with the king here resteth 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 more dan gerous. 3 Watch. Ay; but give me worship and quietness, I like it better than a dangerous honour. If Warwick knew in what estate he stands, "Tis to be doubted, he would waken him. 1 Watch. Unless our halberds did shut up his passage. 2 Watch. Ay; wherefore else guard we his royal tent, But to defend his person from night-foes? Enter WARWICK, CLARENCE, OXFORD, SOMERSET, and Forces. War. This is his tent; and see, where stand his guard. Courage, my masters: honour now, or never! But follow me, and Edward shall be ours. 1 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-Arm! Arm! WARWICK, and the rest, following them. The Drum beating and Trumpets sounding, Re-enter WARWICK, and the rest, bringing the King out in a Gown, sitting in a Chair; GLOSTER and HASTINGS fly. Som. What are they, that fly there? War. Richard and Hastings: let them go, here's the duke. K. Edw. The duke! why, Warwick, when we parted last, Thou call'dst me king? War. Ay, but the case is alter'd: When you disgrac'd me in my embassade, Nor how to shrowd yourself from enemies? K. Edw. Yea, brother of Clarence, art thou here too? Nay, then I see, that Edward needs must down.Yet, Warwick, in despite of all mischance, Of thee thyself, and all thy complices, Edward will always bear himself as king: Though fortune's malice overthrow my state, My mind exceeds the compass of her wheel. War. Then, for his mind, be Edward England's king: [Takes off his Crown. But Henry now shall wear the English crown, See that forthwith duke Edward be convey'd When I have fought with Pembroke and his fellows, Lewis, and the lady Bona, send to him: Now, for a while, farewell, good duke of York. K. Edw. What fates impose, that men must needs abide; It boots not to resist both wind and tide. [Exit King EDWARD, led out; SOMERSET with him. Orf. What now remains, my lords, for us to do, But march to London with our soldiers? 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. SCENE IV.-London. A Room in the Palace. Enter Queen ELIZABETH and RIVERS. Riv. Madam, what makes you in this sudden change? Q. Eliz. Why, brother Rivers, are you yet to learn, What late misfortune is befall'n king Edward? Riv. What, loss of some pitch'd battle against Warwick? Q. Eliz. No, but the loss of his own royal person. Riv. Then is my sovereign slain? |