He fhall here find his Friends with Horfe and Men,
To fet him free from his Captivity.

Enter King Edward, and a Huntsman with him.
Hunt. This way, my Lord,
For this way lyes the Game.

K. Edw. Nay this way, Man,

See where the Huntsmen ftand.

Now Brother of Glofter, Lord Haftings and the reft,
Stand you thus close to steal the Bishop's Deer?
Glo. Brother the time and cafe requireth hafte,
Your Horse stands ready at the Park-corner,
K. Edw. But whither fhall we then?

Haft. To Lyn, my Lord,

And fhip from thence to Flanders.

Glo. Well gueft, believe me, for that was my meaning.
K. Edw. Stanley, I will requite thy forwardness.
Glo. But wherefore ftay we? 'tis no time to talk.
K. Edw. Huntsman, what fay'ft thou?

Wilt thou go along?

Hunt. Better do so, than tarry and be hang'd.

Glo. Come then away, let's ha' no more ado,
K. Edw. Bishop farewel,

Shield thee from Warwick's frown,

And pray that I may repoffefs the Crown,

[Exeunt.

Enter King Henry, Clarence, Warwick, Somerfer, young Richmond, Oxford, Mountague, and Lieutenant of the Tower. K. Henry. Mr. Lieutenant, now that God and Friends Have fhaken Edward from the Regal Seat,

And turn'd my captive State to liberty,

My fear to hope, my forrows unto joys,
At our enlargement what are thy due Fees?

Lien. Subjects may challenge nothing of their Sov'raigns, But, if an humble Prayer may prevail,

I then crave pardon of your Majefty.

K. Henry. For what, Lieutenant? For well ufing me?
Nay, be thou fure, I'll well requite thy kindness,
For that it made my Imprifonment a Pleasure :
Ay, fuch a Pleafure, as incaged Birds

Conceive; when after many moody thoughts,
At laft, by Notes of Houfhold harmony,
They quite forget their lofs of Liberty.

But

But Warwick, after God, thou fett'ft me free,
And chiefly therefore, I thank God, and thee:
He was the Author, thou the Inftrument.
Therefore that I may conquer Fortunes fpight,
By living low, where Fortune cannot hurt me,
And that the People of this bleffed Land
May not be punish'd with my thwarting Stars,
Warwick, although my Head still wear the Crown,
I here refign my Government to thee,

For thou art fortunate in all thy Deeds.

War. Your Grace hath ftill been fam'd for virtuous,
And now may feem as wife as virtuous,
By spying and avoiding Fortune's malice,
For few Men rightly temper with the Stars:
Yet in this one thing let me blame your Grace,
For chufing me, when Clarence is in place.

Clar. No, Warwick, thou art worthy of the sway,
To whom the Heav'ns in thy Nativity,
Adjudg'd an Olive Branch, and Lawrel Crown,
As likely to be bleft in Peace and War:

And therefore I yield thee my free confent.

War. And I chufe Clarence only for Protector.

K. Henry. Warwick and Clarence, give me both your Hands. Now join your Hands, and with your Hands, your Hearts, That no diffention hinder Government:

I make you both Protectors of this Land,
While I my felf will lead a private Life,
And in Devotion fpend my latter Days,
To fins rebuke, and my Creator's praife,

War. What anfwers Clarence to his Soveraign's Will?
Clar. That he confents, if Warwick yield confent,

For on thy fortune I repofe my felf,

War. Why then, though loath, yet muft I be content: We'll yoak together, like a double fhadow To Henry's Body, and fupply his Place; I mean, in bearing weight of Government, While he enjoys the honour, and his ease. And Clarence, now then it is more than needful Forthwith that Edward be pronounc'd a Traitor And all his Lands and Goods confifcated.

Clar. What elfe? and that Succeffion be determined.
War. Ay, therein Clarence fhall not want his part.
K.Henry. But with the firft, of all our chief Affairs,
Let me intreat, for I command no more,

That Margaret your Queen, and my Son Edward,
Be fent for, to return from France with speed:
For 'till I fee them here, by doubtful fear,
My joy of liberty is half eclips'd.

Clar. It fhall be done, my Soveraign, with all speed.
K. Henry. My Lord of Somerfet, what Youth is that,
Of whom you seem to have fo tender care?

Som. My Liege, it is young Henry, Earl of Richmond. K. Henry. Come hither, England's Hope:

[Lays his Hand on his Head.

If fecret Powers fuggeft but truth

To my divining Thoughts,

This pretty Lad will prove our Country's blifs.
His looks are full of peaceful Majefty,

His Head by Nature fram'd to wear a Crown,
His hand to wield a Scepter, and himself
Likely in time to blefs a Regal Throne:
Make much of him, my Lords; for this is he
Muft help you more, than you are hurt by me.
Enter a Poft.

War. What news, my Friend?

Poft. That Edward is escaped from your Brother,
And fled, as he hears fince, to Burgundy.

War. Unfavory news; but how made he efcape?
Poft. He was convey'd by Richard, Duke of Glofter,

And the Lord Haftings, who attended him

In fecret ambush, on the Foreft fide,

And from the Bishops.Huntsmen refcu'd him:
For Hunting was his daily Exercise.

War. My Brother was too careless of his charge.
But let us hence, my Soveraign, to provide
A Salve for any Sore, that may betide.

[Ex:unt.

Manet Somerfet, Richmond, and Oxford.
Som. My Lord, I like not of this flight of Edward's:
For doubtless Burgundy will yield him help,
And we fhall have more Wars before't be long.
As Henry's late prefaging Prophecy

Richmond:

Did glad my Heart, with hope of this
young
So doth my Heart, mif-give me, in these Conflicts
What may befal him, to his harm and ours.
Therefore, Lord Oxford, to prevent the worst,
Forthwith we'll fend him hence to Britany
'Till ftorms be paft of civil Enmity.

Oxf. Ay, for if Edward re-poffefs the Crown, 'Tis like that Richmond with the reft fhall down. Som. It fhall be fo; he fhall to Britany.

Come therefore, let's about it fpeedily.

[Exeunt.

Enter King Edward, Glocefter, Haftings, and Soldiers.
K. Edw. Now Brother Richard, Lord Haftings, and the reft,

Yet thus far Fortune maketh us amends,
And fays, that once more I fhall enterchange
My wained State, for Henry's Regal Crown.
Well have we pafs'd, and now repafs'd the Seas,
And brought defired help from Burgundy.
What then remains, we being thus arriv'd
From Ravenspurgh Haven, before the Gates of York.
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 fore-told, that danger lurks within.

K. Edw.Tush Man, aboadments muft 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 are fore-warned of your coming,

And shut the Gates, for fafety of our felves;

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 less. 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.

Haft.

Haft. Why, Mafter Mayor, why ftand you in a doubt? Open the Gates, we are King Henry's Friends

Mayor. Ay, fay you fo? the Gates fhall then be opened. [He defcends. Glo. A wife ftout Captain, and foon perfwaded.

Haft. The good old Man would fain that all were well, So 'twere not long of him; but being entred, I doubt not I, but we fhall foon perfwade Both him, and all his Brothers, unto Reason.

Enter the Mayor, and two Aldermen. K. Edw. So, Mafter Mayor; thefe 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.
March. Enter Montgomery, with Drum and Soldiers.
Glo. Brother, this is Sir John Montgomery,

Our trufty Friend, unlefs I be deceiv'd.

K. Edw. Welcome, Sir John; but why come you in Arms? Mont. To help King Edward in his time of ftorm,

As every Loyal Subject ought to do.

K. Edw. Thanks, good Montgomery:

But we now forget our Title to the Crown,

And only claim our Dukedom,

'Till God please to fend the reft.

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 ftay, 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 your felf 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 Wifdom to conceal our meaning

Haft.