Comes hunting this way to difport himself.
I have advertis'd him by fecret means,
That if about this hour he make this way
Under the colour of his usual game,

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, fee where the huntsmen ftand..

Now brother Glo'fler, Haftings and the reft,

Stand you thus close to steal the bishop's deer?
Glo. Brother, the time and cafe requireth hafte,
Your horfe ftands 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 mean. ing.

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, fhield thee from Warwick's
frown,

And pray that I may repoffefs the crown.

[Exeunt.

SCENE

Enter King Henry, Clarence, Warwick, Somerfet, young Richmond, Oxford, Montague, and Lieutenant of the

Tower.

K. Henry.

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R. Lieutenant, now that God and
friends

Have fhaken Edward from the regal feat,
And turn'd my captive ftate to liberty,
My fear to hope, my forrows unto joys;
At our enlargement what are thy due fees?

Lieu. 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 imprifonment a pleasure :

Ay, fuch a pleasure as incaged birds

Conceive, when after many moody thoughts,
At last, by notes of houfhold harmony,
They quite forget their lofs of liberty,
But Warwick, after God, thou fett'st me free,
And chiefly therefore I thank God and thee:
He was the author, thou the instrument.
Therefore that I may conquer fortune's fpight,
By living low, where fortune cannot hurt me,
And that the people of this blessed land
May not be punifh'd with my thwarting ftars;
Warwick, although my head ftill wear the crown,
I here refign my government to thee,

For thou art fortunate in all thy deeds.

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War.

War. Your grace hath still been fam'd for virtuous, And now may feem as wife as virtuous, By fpying and avoiding fortune's malice, For few men rightly temper with the ftars: 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 spend my latter days,
To fin's rebuke and my creator's praise.

War. What anfwers Clarence to his Sov'raign's will? Clar. That he confents, if Warwick yield confent, For on thy fortune I repofe my felf.

War. Why then, though loth, 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 eafe. 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 fucceffion be determin'd. War. Ay, therein Clarence fhall not want his part. K. Henry. But with the first of all our chief affairs, Let me intreat, for I command no more,

That Margaret your Queen and my fon Edward
Be fent for, to return from France with fpeed.
For till I fee them here, by doubtful fear

My joy of liberty is half eclips'd.
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Clar.

Clar. It fhall be done, my Sov'raign, with all speed. K. Henry. My lord of Somerfet, what youth is that Of whom you feem to have fo tender care?

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Som. My liege, it is young Henry, Earl of Richmond.
K. Henry. Come hither England's hope: if fecret
[Lays his hand on his head.
Suggeft 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 fcepter, 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 efcaped from your brother, And fled, as he hears fince, to Burgundy.

War. Unfavory news; but how made he escape? Poft. He was convey'd by Richard Duke of Glo'fter And the lord Haftings, who attended him

In fecret ambush on the foreft fide,

And from the bishop's huntsmen refcu'd him;
For hunting was his daily exercife.

War. My brother was too careless of his charge.,
But let us hence, my Sov'raign, to provide

A falve for any fore that may betide.

[Exeunt.

Manet Somerset, Richmond, and Oxford.

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 prefaging prophecy

Did glad my heart, with hope of this young Richmond;
So doth my heart mif-give me, in thefe conflicts
What may befal him, to his harm and ours.

There

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.

SCENE VIII.

Changes to YORK.

Enter King Edward, Glocefter, Haftings, and Sol

K. Edw.

diers.

OW brother Richard, Haftings, and the rest,

Now

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Yet thus far Fortune maketh us amends,
And fays, that once more I fhall enter change
My wained ftate for Henry's regal crown.
Well have we pafs'd, and now repafs'd the feas,
And brought defired help from Burgundy.
What then remains, we being thus arriv'd
From Ravenfpurg, 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 foretold that danger lurks within.

K. Edw. Tush 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