But follow me, and Edward shall be ours.

I WATCH. Who goes there?

2 WATCH. Stay, or thou diest.

[Warwick and the reft cry all, Warwick! Warwick! and fet upon the guard; who fly, crying, Arms! Arms! Warwick and the rest following them.;

The drum beating, and trumpets founding.

Enter Warwick, Somerfet, and the reft, bringing the King out in a gown, fitting in a chair; Glo'ster and Hastings flying over the ftage.

SOM. What are they that fly there?

WAR. Richard and Haftings. 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 cafe is alter'd.

When you difgrac'd me in my ambaffade,
Then I degraded you from being king;
And come now to create you duke of York.
Alas, how fhould 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 fee, that Edward needs must down.

Yet, Warwick, in defpight of all mischance,

Of thee thyself, and all thy complices,
Edward will always bear himself as king;

Though fortune's malice overthrow my state,

My mind exceeds the compafs 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 fhadow.
-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 impofe, that men must needs abide ; It boots not to refift 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 foldiers?

WAR. Ay, that's the first thing that we have to do; To free king Henry from imprisonment,

And fee him feated in the regal throne.

SCENE V. The Palace.

Enter Rivers and the Queen.

[Exeunt.

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! lofs of fome pitcht battle against Warwick? QUEEN. No, but the lofs of his own royal person.

RIV. Then is my fovereign flain?

QUEEN. Ay, almost slain, for he is taken prisoner, Either betray'd by falfhood of his guard,

Or by his foe furpriz'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. Thefe 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 paffion,
And bear with mildness my misfortune's cross :
Ay, ay, for this I draw in many a tear,
And top the rifing of blood fucking fighs,
Left with my fighs or tears, I blast 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 :
Guefs thou the reft, king Edward's friends must down.
But to prevent the tyrant's violence,

For truft not him that once hath broken faith,

I'll hence forthwith unto the fanctuary,
To fave at leaft the heir of Edward's right.
There fhall I reft fecure from force and fraud.
Come therefore, let us fly, while we may fly;
If Warwick take us, we are fure to die.

[Exeunt.

SCENE VI. A Park near Middleham-caftle 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 chiefeft thicket of the park.

Thus ftands the cafe. You know, our king, my brother,
Is pris'ner to the bishop, at whofe hands,
He hath good ufage and great liberty;
And often but attended with weak guard
Comes hunting this way to difport himself.
I have advertis'd him by fecret means,
That if about this hour he make his way,
Under the colour of his ufual game;

He shall 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 lies the game. K. EDW. Nay, this way, man; see where the huntsmen ftand.

Now, brother Glo'fter, Haftings, 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 fhall we then?

HAST. TO Lyn, my lord,

And ship from thence to Flanders.

GLO. Well guefs'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 fay't thou? wilt thou go along?

HUNT. Better do fo, 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 VII. Changes to the Tower in London. Enter King Henry, Clarence, Warwick, Somerfet, young Richmond, Oxford, Montague, and Lieutenant of the Tower.

K. HEN. Mr. 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 sove

But if an humble prayer may prevail,

I then crave pardon of your majesty.

[reigns,

K. HEN. For what, lieutenant? for well using me?
Nay, be thou fure, I'll well requite thy kindne ́s.
For that it made my imprisonment a pleasure,

Ay, fuch a pleasure as incaged birds
Conceive, when after many moody thoughts,
At laft, 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 spight,
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 has still been fam'd for virtuous,