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. Mont. Ay, now my Soveraign fpeaketh like himself, Haft. Sound Trumpet, Edward fhall be here proclaim'd: Come, fellow Soldier, 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. If Fortune serve me, I'll requite this Kindness. We'll forward towards Warwick, and his Mates; [Exeunt. Enter King Henry, Warwick, Montague, Clarence, Oxford, and Somerfet. War. What Counfel, Lords? Edward from Belgia, With hafty Germans, and blunt Hollanders, Hath pafs'd in fafety through the narrow Seas, 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. Which being fuffer'd, Rivers cannot quench. VOL. IV. F War War. In Warwickshire I have true-hearted Friends, K. Henry. Farewel my Hector, and my Troy's true hope. K. Henry. Here at the Palace will I reft a while. Coufin of Exeter, what thinks your Lordship? Methinks, the Power that Edward hath in Field, Should not be able to encounter mine. [Exeunt. Exe. The doubt is, that he will feduce the rest. Nor pofted off their Suits with flow delays, And And when the Lion fawns upon the Lamb, The Lamb will never ceafe to follow him. [Shout within. A Lancaster! a Lancaster! Exe. Hark, hark, my Lord, what Shouts are these? K. Edw. Seize on the fhame-fac'd Henry, bear him hence, [Exit with King Henry. And Lords, towards Coventry bend we our Courfe, Where peremptory Warwick now remains: The Sun fhines hot, and if we ufe 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. Enter Warwick, the Mayor of Coventry, two Messengers, and others upon the Walls. War. How far hence is thy Lord, mine honeft Fellow? Here is the Poft that came from valiant Oxford? How 1 Meff. By this at Dunsmore, marching hitherward. War. How far off is our Brother Montague? Where is the Poft that came from Montague? 2 Meff. By this at Daintry, with a puiffant Troop. Enter Somervile. War. Say Somervile, what fays my loving Son? And by thy guefs, how nigh is Clarence now? Somerv. At Southam I did leave him with his Forces, And do expect him here fome two hours hence. War. Who fhould that be? Belike, unlook'd for Friends. Somerv. They are at hand, and you fhall quickly know. March. Flourish. Enter King Edward, Glocefter, and Soldiers. K. Edw. Go, Trumpet, to the Walls, and found a Parle. Glo. See how the furly Warwick mans the Wall. War. Oh unbid fpight, is fportful Edward come? Where flept our Scouts, or how are they feduc'd, That we could hear no news of his repair? the City Gates, K. Edw. Now Warwick, wilt thou ope War. Nay rather, wilt thou draw thy Forces hence, And thou shalt ftill remain the Duke of York Glo. I thought at leaft he would have faid the King, Or did he make the Jeft against his will? War. Is not a Dukedom, Sir, a goodly Gift? War. 'Twas I that gave the Kingdom to thy Brother. And Weakling, Warwick takes his Gift again, And Henry is my King, Warwick his Subject. K. Edw. But Warwick's King is Edward's Prifoner: Glo. Alas, that Warwick had no more fore-caft, K. Edw. 'Tis even fo, yet you are Warwick ftill. Take the time, kneel down, kneel down: Nay when; ftrike now, or elfe the Iron cools. K. Edw. K. Edw. Sail how thou canft, Have Wind and Tide thy Friend, This Hand, faft wound about thy Coal-black Hair, War. O chearful Colours, fee where Oxford comes. Glo. The Gates are open, let us enter too. K. Edw. So other Foes may fet upon our Backs. Stand we in good Array; for they no doubt Will iffue out again, and bid us Battel; If not, the City being but of fmall defence, We'll quickly rouze the Traitors in the fame. War. Oh welcome Oxford, for we want thy help. Enter Montague, with Drum and Colours. Mont. Montague, Montague, for Lancaster. Glo. Thou and thy Brother both fhall buy this Treafon Even with the deareft Blood your Bodies bear. K. Edw. The harder match'd, the greater Victory, My Mind prefageth happy Gain, and Conqueft. Enter Somerfet, with Drum and Colours. Som. Somerset, Somerset, for Lancaster. Glo. Two of thy Name, both Dukes of Somerset, Have fold their Lives un'o the Houfe of York, And thou shalt be the third, if this Sword hold. · Enter Clarence, with Drum and Colours. War. And lo, where George of Clarence fweeps along Of force enough to bid his Brother Battel: With whom an upright Zeal to right prevails More than the Nature of a Brother's Love. Come Clarence, come; thou wilt, if Warwick, call. Clar. Father of Warwick, know you what this means? Look here, I throw my Infamy at thee: I will not ruinate my Father's House, Who gave his Blood to lime the Stones together, And fet up Lancaster. Why, troweft thou, Warwick, To bend the fatal Inftruments of War Against his Brother, and his lawful King. F3 Perhaps |