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But follow me, and Edward shall be ours.

1 Watch Who goes there? 2 WATCH. Stay, or thou dieft. (Warwick and the rest cry all, Warwick ! Warwick!

and set upon the guard ; who fly, crying, Arms ! Arms! Warwick and the rest following them.

The drum beating, and trumpets founding.

Enter Warwick, Somerset, and the rest, bringing the King

out in a gown, sitting in a chair ; Glo'ster and Hastings flying over the stage. SOM. What are they that Ay there? WAR. Richard and Hastings. Let them go, here is the

duke. K. Edw. The duke ! why, Warwick, when we parted, Thou call'dft me king ?

WAR. Ay, but the case is alter’d.
When you disgrac'd me in my ambassade,
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 ?

K. Edw. Brother of Clarence, and art thou here too?
Nay, then I see, that Edward needs must down.
Yet, Warwick, in despight of all mischance,
Of thee thyself, and all thy complices,
Edward will always bear himfelf 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, And be true king, indeed; thou but the shadow.

My lord of Somerset, at my request,
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 you what reply
Lewis and lady Bona sent to him.

-Now for a while farewel, good duke of York.
K. ED. What fates impose, that men must needs abide ;
It boots not to resist both wind and tide.

[Exit King Edward led out. 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. [Exeunt.

SCENE V. The Palace.

Enter Rivers and the Queen. Riv. Madam, what makes in

you

this sudden change ? Queen. Why, brother Rivers, are you yet to learn, What late misfortune has befaln king Edward ?

Riv. What ! loss of some pitcht battle against Warwick ?
Queen. No, but the loss of his own royal person.
Riv. Then is my sovereign llain ?

QUEEN. Ay, almost lain, for he is taken prisoner,
Either betray'd by falshood of his guard,
Or by his foe surpriz’d at unawares ;

And, as I further have to understand,
Is now 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.

Queen. Till then fair hope must hinder life's decay.
And I the rather wean me from despair,
For love of Edward's off-spring in my womb,
This is't, that makes me bridle in my passion,
And bear with mildness my misfortune's cross:
Ay, ay, for this I draw in many a tear,
And top the rising of blood sucking fighs,
Left with my fighs or tears, I blaft or drown
King Edward's fruit, true heir to th’English crown.

Riv. But, madam, where is Warwick then become?

QUEEN. I am informed that he comes tow'rds London, To set the crown once more on Henry's head : Guess thou the rest, king Edward's friends must down. But to prevent the tyrant's violence, For trust not him that once hath broken faith, I'll hence forthwith unto the fanctuary, To save at least the heir of Edward's right. There shall I rest secure from force and fraud. Come therefore, let us fly, while we may Ay; If Warwick take us, we are sure to die. [Exeunt.

SCENE VI. A Park near Middleham-castle in Yorkshire. Enter Gloucester, Lord Hastings, and Sir William Stanley.

Glo. Now, my lord Hastings, and fir William Stanley, Leave off to wonder why I drew you hither, Into the chiefest thicket of the park.

Thus ftands the case. You know, our king, my brother,
Is pris’ner to the bishop, at whose hands,
He hath good usage and great liberty ;
And often but attended with weak guard
Comes hunting this way to disport himself.
I have advertis'd him by secret means,
That if about this hour he make his way,
Under the colour of his usual game;
He shall here find his friends with horse and men,
To set him free from his captivity.

Enter King Edward and a Huntsman with him. HUNT. This way, my lord, for this way lies the game. K. Edw. Nay, this way, man ; see where the huntsmen

stand. Now, brother Glo'ster, Hastings, and the rest, Stand you thus close to steal the bishop's deer?

Glo. Brother, the time and cafe requireth hafte, Your horse stands ready by at the park-corner.

K. Edw. But whither shall we then ?

Hast. To Lyn, my lord, And ship from thence to Flanders. Glo. Well guess’d, believe me, for that was my mean

ing. K. Edw, Stanley, I will requite thy forwardness. Glo. But wherefore stay. we ? 'tis no time to talk. K. Edw. Huntsman, what say'lt 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 repossess the crown. [Exeyat.

Sc E N E VII. Changes to the Tower in London. Enter King Henry, Clarence, Warwick, Somerset, young

Richmond, Oxford, Montague, and Lieutenant of the
Tower.

K. Hen. Mr. Lieutenant, now that God and friends
Have shaken Edward from the regal seat,
And turn'd my captive state to liberty,
My fear to hope, my sorrows unto joys,
At our enlargement what are thy due fees?

Liev. Subjects may challenge nothing of their soveBut if an humble prayer may prevail,

[reigns, I then crave pardon of your majesty.

K. Hen. For what, lieutenant ? for well using me?
Nay, be thou sure, I'll well requite thy kindne’s.
For that it made my imprisonment a pleasure,
Ay, such a pleasure as incaged birds
Conceive, when after many moody thoughts,
At last, by notes of houshold harmony,
They quite forget their loss of liberty.

-But Warwick, aster God, thou sett'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 spight,
By living low, where fortune cannot hurt me ;
And that the people of this blefied land
May not be punish'd with my thwarting stars ;
Warwick, although my head still wear the crown,
I here resign my government to thee,
For thou art fortunate in all thy deeds.

WAR. Your grace has still been fam'd for virtuous,

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