L. Grey. "Twill grieve your grace, my sons should call you-father. [thee mother. K. Edw. No more, than when thy daughters call Thou art a widow, and thou hast some children; And, by God's mother, I, being but a bachelor, Have other some: why, 'tis a happy thing To be the father unto many sons. Answer no more, for thou shalt be my queen. Glo. The ghostly father now hath done his shrift. [Aside. Clar. When he was made a shriver, 'twas for shift. [Aside. K. Edw. Brothers, you muse what chat we two have had.

Glo. The widow likes it not, for she looks sad. K. Edw. You'd think it strange, if I should marry Clar. To whom, my lord? [her. K. Edw. Why, Clarence, to myself. Glo. That would be ten days' wonder, at the least. Clar. That's a day longer than a wonder lasts. Glo. By so much is the wonder in extremes. K. Ed. Well, jest on, brothers: I can tell you Her suit is granted for her husband's lands. [both,

Enter a Nobleman.

Nob. My gracious lord, Henry your foe is taken, And brought your prisoner to your palace gate.

K. Edw. See, that he be convey'd unto the Tower: And go we, brothers, to the man that took him, To question of his apprehension.Widow, go you along ;-Lords, use her honourable.

[Exeunt K. Edw. L. Grey, Cla. and Lord. Glo. Ay, Edward will use women honourably. 'Would he were wasted, marrow, bones, and all, That from his loins no hopeful branch may spring, To cross me from the golden time I look for! And yet, between my soul's desire, and me (The lustful Edward's title buried),

Is Clarence, Henry, and his son young Edward,
And all the unlook'd-for issue of their bodies,
To take their rooms, ere I can place myself:
A cold premeditation for my purpose!
Why, then I do but dream on sovereignty;
Like one that stands upon a promontory,
And spies a far-off shore where he would tread,
Wishing his foot were equal with his eye;
And chides the sea that sunders him from thence,
Saying-he'll lade it dry to have his way:
So do I wish the crown, being so far off;
And so I chide the means that keep me from it;
And so I say I'll cut the causes off,
Flattering me with impossibilities.--

My eye's too quick, my heart o'erweens too much,
Unless my hand and strength could equal them.
Well, say there is no kingdom then for Richard;
What other pleasure can the world afford?
I'll make my heaven in a lady's lap,
And deck my body in gay ornaments,
And witch sweet ladies with my words and looks.
O miserable thought! and more unlikely,
Than to accomplish twenty golden crowns!
Why, love fors wore me in my mother's womb :
And, for I should not deal in her soft laws,
She did corrupt frail nature with some bribe
To shrink mine arm up like a wither'd shrub;
To make an envious mountain on my back,
Where sits deformity to mock my body;
To shape my legs of an unequal size;
To disproportion me in every part,

Like to a chaos, or an unlick'd bear-whelp,
That carries no impression like the dam.

And am I then a man to be belov'd?

O, moustrous fault, to harbour such a thought!
Then, since this earth affords no joy to me,
But to command, to check, to o'erbear such
As are of better person than myself,

I'll make my heaven-to dream upon the crown;
And, whiles I live, to account this world but hell,
Until my mis-shap'd trunk that bears this head,
Be round impaled with a glorious crown.
And yet I know not how to get the crown,
For many lives stand between me and home:
And I,-like one lost in a thorny wood,

That rents the thorns, and is rent with the thorns;
Seeking a way, and straying from the way;
Not knowing how to find the open air,
But toiling desperately to find it out,-
Torment myself to catch the English crown:
And from that torment I will free myself,
Or hew my way out with a bloody axe.
Why, I can smile, and murder while I smile;

And cry, content, to that which grieves my heart;
And wet my cheeks with artificial tears;
And frame my face to all occasions.

I'll drown more sailors than the mermaid shall;
I'll slay more gazers than the basilisk;
I'll play the orator as well as Nestor,
Deceive more stily than Ulysses could,
And, like a Sinon, take another Troy:
I can add colours to the cameleon;
Change shapes, with Proteus, for advantages,
And set the murd'rous Machiavel to school.
Can I do this, and cannot get a crown?
Tut! were it further off, I'll pluck it down. [Exit.
SCENE III. France. A Room in the Palace.
Flourish. Enter Lewis the French King, and Lady
Bona, attended; the King takes his State. Then
enter Queen Margaret, Prince Edward her Son,
and the Earl of Oxford.

K. Lew. Fair queen of England, worthy Margaret,
Sit down with us; it ill befits thy state,
[Rising.
[sit.
And birth, that thou shouldst stand, while Lewis doth
Q. Mar. No, mighty king of France; now Margaret
Must strike her sail, and learn awhile to serve,
Where kings command. I was, I must confess,
Great Albion's queen in former golden days:
But now mischance hath trod my title down,
And with dishonour laid me on the ground;
Where I must take like seat unto my fortune,
And to my humble seat conform myself.

K. Lew. Why, say, fair queen, whence springs this deep despair? [tears, Q. Mar. From such a cause as fills mine eyes with And stops my tongue, while heart is drown'd in cares. K. Lew. Whate'er it be, be thou still like thyself, And sit thee by our side: yield not thy neck [Seats her by him. To fortune's yoke, but let thy dauntless mind' Still ride in triumph over all mischance. Be plain, queen Margaret, and tell thy grief; It shall be eas'd, if France can yield relief. Q. Mar. Those gracious words revive my drooping

thoughts,

And give my tongue-tied sorrows leave to speak.
Now, therefore, be it known to noble Lewis,-
That Henry, sole possessor of my love,

Is, of a king, become a banish'd man,
And fore'd to live in Scotland a forlorn;
While proud ambitious Edward, duke of York,
Usurps the regal title, and the seat

Of England's true-anointed lawful king.
This is the cause, that I, poor Margaret,-
With this my son, prince Edward, Henry's heir,-
Am come to crave thy just and lawful aid;
And, if thou fail us, all our hope is done:
Scotland hath will to help, but cannot help;
Our people and our peers are both misled,
Our treasure seiz'd, our soldiers put to flight,
And, as thou seest, ourselves in heavy plight. [storm,
K. Lew. Renowned queen, with patience calm the
While we bethink a means to break it off.

[foe.

Q. Mar. The more we stay, the stronger grows our K.Lew. The more I stay, the more I'll succour thee. Q. Mar. O, but impatience waiteth on true sorrow: And see, where comes the breeder of my sorrow. Enter Warwick, attended.

K. Lew. What's he, approacheth boldly to our pre[friend.

sence ?

Q. Mar. Our earl of Warwick, Edward's greatest K. Lew. Welcome, brave Warwick! What brings thee to France ?

[Descending from his State. Q. Margaret rises.
Q. Mar. Ay, now begins a second storm to rise;
For this is he, that moves both wind and tide.
War. From worthy Edward, king of Albion,
My lord and sovereign, and thy vowed friend,
I come,-in kindness, and unfeigned love,
First, to do greetings to thy royal person;
And, then, to crave a league of amity;
And, lastly, to confirm that amity

With nuptial knot, if thou vouchsafe to grant
That virtuous lady Bona, thy fair sister,

To England's king in lawful marriage.

Q. Mar. If that go forward, Henry's hope is done. War. And, gracious madam, [To Bona] in our king's behalf,

I am commanded, with your leave and favour,
Humbly to kiss your hand, and with my tongue
To tell the passion of my sovereign's heart:

Where fame, late entering at his heedful ears,
Hath plac'd thy beauty's image, and thy virtue.
Q. Mar. King Lewis,-and lady Bona,-hear me
Before you answer Warwick. His demand [speak,
Springs not from Edward's well-meant honest love,
But from deceit, bred by necessity;

For how can tyrants safely govern home,
Unless abroad they purchase great alliance?
To prove him tyrant, this reason may suffice,-
That Henry liveth still but were he dead,

Yet here prince Edward stands, king Henry's son.

riage,

Thou draw not on thy danger and dishonour :
For though usurpers sway the rule awhile,
Yet heavens are just, and time suppresseth wrongs.
War. Injurious Margaret!
Prince.

And why not queen?
War. Because thy father Henry did usurp;
And thou no more art prince, than she is queen.
Oxf. Then Warwick disannuls great John of Gaunt,
Which did subdue the greatest part of Spain;
And, after John of Gaunt, Henry the fourth,
Whose wisdom was a mirror to the wisest;
And, after that wise prince, Henry the fifth,
Who by his prowess conquered all France:
From these our Henry lineally descends.

War. Oxford, how haps it, in this smooth discourse, You told not, how Henry the sixth bath lost All that which Henry the fifth had gotten? Methinks, these peers of France should smile at that. But for the rest,-You tell a pedigree Of threescore and two years; a silly time To make prescription for a kingdom's worth. Oxf. Why, Warwick, canst thou speak against thy Whom thou obey'dst thirty and six years, And not bewray thy treason with a blush?

[liege,

War. Can Oxford, that did ever fence the right, Now buckler falsehood with a pedigree? For shame, leave Henry, and call Edward king. Oxf. Call him my king, by whose injurious doom My elder brother, the lord Aubrey Vere, Was done to death? and more than so, my father, Even in the downfal of his mellow'd years, When nature brought him to the door of death? No, Warwick, no; while life upholds this arm, This arm upholds the house of Lancaster.

War. And I the house of York.

K. Lew. Queen Margaret, prince Edward, and Vouchsafe, at our request, to stand aside, [Oxford, While I use further conference with Warwick. Q. Mar. Heaven grant, that Warwick's words bewitch him not!

[Retiring with the Prince and Oxford. K. Lew. Now, Warwick, tell me, even upon thy conscience,

Is Edward your true king? for I were loath,
To link with him that were not lawful chosen.
War. Thereon I pawn my credit and mine honour.
K. Lew. But is he gracions in the people's eye?
War. The more, that Henry was unfortunate.
K. Lew. Then further,-all dissembling set aside,
Tell me for truth the measure of his love
Unto our sister Bona.

War.

Such it seems, As may beseem a monarch like himself. Myself have often heard him say, and swear,That this his love was an eternal plant; Whereof the root was fix'd in virtue's ground, The leaves and fruit maintain'd with beauty's sun; Exempt from envy, but not from disdain, Unless the lady Bona quit his pain.

K. Lew, Now, sister, let us hear your firm resolve. Bona. Your grant, or your denial, shall be mine: Yet I confess, [To War.] that often ere this day, When I have heard your king's desert recounted, Mine ear hath tempted judgment to desire.

K. Lew. Then, Warwick, thus,-Our sister shall be Edward's:

:

And now forthwith shall articles be drawn
Touching the jointure that your king must make,
Which with her dowry shall be counterpois'd:
Draw near, queen Margaret; and be a witness,
That Bona shall be wife to the English king.
Prince. To Edward, but not to the English king.
Q. Mar. Deceitful Warwick! it was thy device
By this alliance to make void my suit;
Before thy coming, Lewis was Henry's friend.

K. Lew. And still is friend to him and Margaret;
But if your title to the crown be weak,-
As may appear by Edward's good success,

Both full of truth, I make king Lewis behold
Thy sly conveyance, and thy lord's false love;
For both of you are birds of self-same feather.
[A Horn sounded within.
K. Lew. Warwick, this is some post to us, or thee.
Enter a Messenger.

Mess. My lord ambassador, these letters are for
Sent from your brother, marquis Montague. [you;
These from our king unto your majesty.-
And, madam, these for you; from whom, I know not.
[To Margaret. They all read their Letters.
Oxf. I like it well, that our fair queen and mistress
Smiles at her news, while Warwick frowns at his.
Prince. Nay, mark, how Lewis stamps as he were
I hope, all's for the best.
[nettled :

K. Lew. Warwick, what are thy news? and yours, fair queen? [joys. Q. Mar. Mine, such as fill my heart with unhop'd War. Mine, full of sorrow and heart's discontent. K. Lew. What! has your king married the lady And now, to sooth your forgery and his, [Grey? Sends me a paper to persuade me patience ? Is this the alliance that he seeks with France! Dare he presume to scorn us in this manner?

Q. Mar. I told your majesty as much before : This proveth Edward's love, and Warwick's honesty. War. King Lewis, I here protest,-in sight of heaAnd by the hope I have of heavenly bliss,-[ven, That I am clear from this misdeed of Edward's; No more my king, for he dishonours me; But most himself, if he could see his shame.Did I forget, that by the house of York My father came untimely to his death? Did I let pass the abuse done to my niece? Did I impale him with the regal crown? Did I put Henry from his native right; And am I guerdon'd at the last with shame ? Shame on himself! for my desert is honour. And, to repair my honour lost for him, I here renounce him, and return to Henry: My noble queen, let former grudges pass, And henceforth I am thy true servitor: I will revenge his wrong to lady Bona, And replant Henry in his former state." Q. Mar. Warwick, these words have turn'd my hate And I forgive and quite forget old faults, And joy that thou becom'st king Henry's friend. War. So much his friend, ay, his unfeigned friend, That, if king Lewis vouchsafe to furnish us With some few bands of chosen soldiers, I'll undertake to land them on our coast, And force the tyrant from his seat by war. 'Tis not his new-made bride shall succour him: And as for Clarence, as my letters tell me, He's very likely now to fall from him; For matching more for wanton lust than honour, Or than for strength and safety of our country. Bona. Dear brother, how shall Bona be reveng'd, But by thy help to this distressed queen? [live,

[to love;

Q. Mar. Renowned prince, how shall poor Henry Unless thou rescue him from foul despair? [one. Bona. My quarrel, and this English queen's, are War. And mine, fair lady Bona, joins with yours. K. Lew. And mine, with hers, and thine, and MarTherefore, at last, I firmly am resolv'd, [garet's. You shall have aid.

Q. Mar. Let me give humble thanks for all at once. K. Lew. Then England's messenger, return in post; And tell false Edward, thy supposed king,That Lewis of France is sending over maskers, To revel it with him and his new bride: Thou seest what's past, go fear thy king withal. Bona. Tell him, In hope he'll prove a widower I'll wear the willow garland for his sake. [shortly, Q. Mar. Tell him, My mourning weeds are laid aside,

And I am ready to put armour on.

[wrong;

War. Tell him from me, That he hath done me

And therefore I'll uncrown him, ere't be long.
There's thy reward: be gone. [Exit Messenger.
K. Lew.
But, Warwick, thou,
And Oxford, with five thousand men,
Shall cross the seas, and bid false Edward battle:
And, as occasion serves, this noble queen
And prince shall follow with a fresh supply.
Yet, ere thou go, but answer me one doubt;-
What pledge have we of thy firm loyalty?

War. This shall assure my constant loyalty:--
That if our queen and this young prince agree,
I'll join mine eldest daughter, and my joy,
To him forthwith in holy wedlock bands.

Q. Mar. Yes, I agree, and thank you for your mo-
Son Edward, she is fair and virtuous, [tion:
Therefore delay not, give thy hand to Warwick;
And, with thy hand, thy faith irrevocable,
That only Warwick's daughter shall be thine.
Prince. Yes, I accept her, for she well deserves it;
And here, to pledge my vow, I give my hand.
[He gives his Hand to Warwick.
K. Lew. Why stay we now? These soldiers shall
be levied,

And thou, lord Bourbon, our high admiral,
Shall waft them over with our royal fleet.-
I long, tili Edward fall by war's mischance,
For mocking marriage with a dame of France.
[Exeunt all but Warwick.
War. I came from Edward as ambassador,
But I return his sworn and mortal foe:
Matter of marriage was the charge he gave me,
But dreadful war shall answer his demand.
Had he none else to make a stale, but me?
Then none but I shall turn his jest to sorrow.
I was the chief that rais'd him to the crown,
And I'll be chief to bring him down again:
Not that I pity Henry's misery,

But seek revenge on Edward's mockery.

ACT IV.

[Exit.

SCENE I. London. A Room in the Palace. Enter Gloster, Clarence, Somerset, Montague, and others.

Glo. Now tell me, brother Clarence, what think you Of this new marriage with the lady Grey? Hath not our brother made a worthy choice?

Clar. Alas, you know, 'tis far from hence to France; How could he stay till Warwick made return?

Som. My lords, forbear this talk; here comes the king.

Flourish. Enter King Edward, attended; Lady Grey, as Queen; Pembroke, Stafford, Hastings, and others.

Glo. And his well-chosen bride.

Clar. I mind to tell him plainly what I think.
K. Edw. Now, brother of Clarence, how like you
our choice,

That you stand pensive, as half malcontent?
Clar. As well as Lewis of France, or the earl of
Warwick;
Which are so weak of courage, and in judgment,
That they'll take no offence at our abuse.

K. Edw. Suppose they take offence without a cause,
They are but Lewis and Warwick; I am Edward,
Your king and Warwick's, and must have my will.
Glo. And you shall have your will, because our
Yet hasty marriage seldom proveth well. [king:
K. Edw. Yea, brother Richard, are you offended
Glo. Not I:
[too?
No; God forbid, that I should wish them sever'd
Whom God hath join'd together: ay, and 'twere
To sunder them that yoke so well together. [pity,
K.Edw. Setting your scorns,and your mislike, aside,
Tell me some reason, why the lady Grey
Should not become my wife, and England's queen:
And you too, Somerset, and Montague,
Speak freely what you think.

Clar. Then this is my opinion,-that king Lewis Becomes your enemy, for mocking him. About the marriage of the lady Bona.

Glo. And Warwick, doing what you gave in charge, Is now dishonoured by this new marriage. K. Edw. What, if both Lewis and Warwick be By such invention as I can devise? [appeas'd, Mont. Yet to have join'd with France in such alliance,

Would more have strengthen'd this our commonwealth 'Gainst foreign storms, than any home-bred marriage.

Hast. Why, knows not Montague, that of itself England is safe, if true within itself? [France. Mont. Yes; but the safer, when 'tis back'd with Hast. 'Tis better using France, than trusting France: Let us be back'd with God, and with the seas, Which he hath given for fence impregnable, And with their helps only defend ourselves; In them, and in ourselves, our safety lies. Clar. For this one speech, lord Hastings well deTo have the heir of the lord Hungerford, [serves K. Edw. Ay, what of that? it was my will, and

grant;

And, for this once, my will shall stand for law.

Glo. And yet, methinks, your grace hath not done. To give the heir and daughter of lord Scales [well, Unto the brother of your loving bride;

She better would have fitted me, or Clarence :
But in your bride you bury brotherhood.

Clar. Or else you would not have bestow'd the heir,
Of the lord Bonville on your new wife's son,
And leave your brothers to go speed elsewhere.

K. Edw. Alas, poor Clarence! is it for a wife,
That thou art malcontent? I will provide thee.
Clar. In choosing for yourself, you show'd your
judgment;

Which being shallow, you shall give me leave
To play the broker in mine own behalf;
And, to that end, I shortly mind to leave you.
K. Edw. Leave me, or tarry, Edward will be king,
And not be tied unto his brother's will.

Q. Eliz. My lords, before it pleas'd his majesty To raise my state to title of a queen,

Do me but right, and you must all confess
That I was not ignoble of descent,

And meaner than myself have had like fortune.
But as this title honours me and mine,

So your dislikes, to whom I would be pleasing,
Do cloud my joys with danger and with sorrow.
K. Edw. My love, forbear to fawn upon their

frowns:

What danger, or what sorrow, can befall thee,
So long as Edward is thy constant friend,
And their true sovereign, whom they must obey?
Nay, whom they shall obey, and love thee too,
Unless they seek for hatred at my hands:
Which if they do, yet will I keep thee safe,
And they shall feel the vengeance of my wrath.
Glo. I hear, yet say not much, but think the more.
[Aside.
Enter a Messenger.
K. Edw. Now, messenger, what letters, or what
From France?
[news,
Mess. My sovereign liege, no letters; and few
But such as I, without your special pardon, [words,

Dare not relate.

K. Edw. Go to, we pardon thee: therefore, in brief, Tell me their words as near as thou canst guess them. What answer makes king Lewis unto our letters !

Mess. At my depart, these were his very words; Go tell false Edward, thy supposed king,-That Lewis of France is sending over maskers, To revel it with him and his new bride.

K. Edw. Is Lewis so brave? belike, he thinks me Henry.

But what said lady Bona to my marriage?
Mess. These were her words, utter'd with mild
disdain,

Tell him, in hope he'll prove a widower shortly,
I'll wear the willow garland for his sake.

K. Edw. I blame not her, she could say little less;
She had the wrong. But what said Henry's queen!
For I have heard, that she was there in place.
Mess. Tell him, quoth she, my mourning weeds are
And I am ready to put armour on.
[done.

K. Edw. Belike, she minds to play the Amazon. But what said Warwick to these injuries?

Mess. He, more incens'd against your majesty Than all the rest, discharg'd me with these words; Tell him, from me, that he hath done me wrong, And therefore I'll uncrown him, ere't be long.

K. Edw. Ha! durst the traitor breathe out so proud words?

Well, I will arm me, being thus forewarn'd:
They shall have wars, and pay for their presumption.
But say, is Warwick friends with Margaret?

Mess. Ay, gracious sovereign; they are so link'd
in friendship.
[ter.

That young prince Edward marries Warwick's daughClar. Belike, the elder; Clarence will have the

For I will hence to Warwick's other daughter:
That, though I want a kingdom, yet in marriage
I may not prove inferior to yourself.-
You, that love me, and Warwick, follow me.
[Exit Clarence, and Somerset follows.
Glo. Not I:

My thoughts aim at a further matter; I
Stay not for love of Edward, but the crown. [Aside.
K. Ed. Clarence and Somerset both gone to
Warwick!

Yet am I arm'd against the worst can happen;
And haste is needful in this desperate case.-
Pembroke, and Stafford, you in our behalf
Go levy men, and make prepare for war;
They are already, or quickly will be landed:
Myself in person will straight follow yon.

[Exeunt Pembroke and Stafford.
But, ere I go, Hastings,- and Montague,-
Resolve my doubt. You twain, of all the rest,
Are near to Warwick, by blood, and by alliance:
Tell me, if you love Warwick more than me?

If it be so, then both depart to him;

I rather wish you foes, than hollow friends;
But if you mind to hold your true obedience,
Give me assurance with some friendly vow,
That I may never have you in suspect.

Mont. So God help Montague, as he proves true!
Hast. And Hastings, as he favours Edward's cause!
K. Edw. Now, brother Richard, will you stand by us?
Glo. Ay, in despite of all that shall withstand you.
K. Edw. Why so; then am I sure of victory.
Now therefore let us hence; and lose no hour,
Till we meet Warwick with his foreign power.
[Exeunt.

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;-
Speak suddenly, my lords, are we all friends?
Clar. Fear not that, my lord.

[wick;

3 Watch. Ay; but give me worship and quietness, I like it better than a dangerons honour. If Warwick knew in what estate he stands, "Tis to be doubted, he would waken him.

[sage. 1 Watch. Unless our halberds did shut up his pas2 Watch. Ay; wherefore else guard we his royal But to defend his person from night-foes? [tent,

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.

fly.

[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
Som.
What are they that fly there?
War. Richard, and Hastings: let them go, here's
the duke.
[last,
K. Edw. The duke! why, Warwick, when we parted
Thou call'dst me king!
War.
Ay, but the case is alter'd:
When you disgrac'd me in my embassade,
Then I degraded you from being king,
And come now to create you duke of York.
Alas! how should you govern any kingdom,
That know not how to use ambassadors;
Nor how to be contented with one wife;
Nor how to use your brothers brotherly;
Nor how to study for the people's welfare;
Nor how to shroud yourself from enemies?

[too?
K. Edw. Yea, brother of Clarence, art thou here
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:

We may surprise and take him at our pleasure?
Our scouts have found the adventure very easy:
That as Ulysses, and stout Diomede,

With sleight and manhood stole to Rhesus' tents,
And brought from thence the Thracian fatal steeds;
So we, well cover'd with the night's black mantle,
At unawares may beat down Edward's guard,
And seize himself; I say not-slaughter him,
For I intend but only to surprise him.-
You, that will follow me to this attempt,
Applaud the name of Henry, with your leader.
They all cry, Henry!
Why, then, let's on our way in silent sort:
For Warwick and his friends, God and saint George!
[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 The king, by this, is set him down to sleep. [stand; 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 bis 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.

See that forthwith duke Edward be convey'd
Unto my brother, archbishop of York.

When I have fought with Pembroke and his fellows,
I'll follow you, and tell what answer
Lewis, and the lady Bona send to him :-
Now, for awhile, farewell, good duke of York.
K. Edw. What fates impose, that men must needs
It boots not to resist both wind and tide. [abide;

[Exeunt.

[Exit K. Edw. led out; Somerset with him. Oxf. 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. 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 yot to learn, What late misfortune is befall'n king Edward? Hiv. 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?

Q. Eliz. Ay, almost slain, for he is taken prisoner : Either betray'd by falsehood of his guard, Or by his foe surpris'd at unawares : And, as I further have to understand, Is new committed to the bishop of York, Fell Warwick's brother, and by that our foe.

Riv. These news, I must confess, are full of grief: Yet, gracious madam, bear it as you may; Warwick may lose, that now hath won the day.

Q. Eliz. Till then, fair hope must hinder life's decay. And I the rather wean me from despair, For love of Edward's offspring in my womb: This is it that makes me bridle passion, And bear with mildness my misfortune's cross;