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War. Ay, therein Clarence shall not want his part.
K. Hen. But, with the first of all your chief affairs, Let me entreat (for I command no more), That Margaret your queen, and my son Edward, Be sent for, to return from France with speed: For, till I see them here, by doubtful fear My joy of liberty is half eclips'd.
Clar. It shall be done, my sovereign, with all speed.
K. Hen. My lord of Somerset, what youth is that, Of whom you seem to have so tender care?
Som. My liege, it is young Henry, earl of Richmond. K. Hen. Come hither, England's hope: If secret powers
[Lays his Hand on his Head. Suggest but truth to my divining thoughts, This pretty lad will prove our country's bliss. His looks are full of peaceful majesty; His head by nature fram'd to wear a crown, His hand to wield a sceptre; and himself Likely, in time, to bless a regal throne. Make much of him, my lords; for this is he, Must help you more than you are hurt by me.
Enter a Messenger. War. What news, my friend?
Mess. That Edward is escaped from your brother, And fled, as he hears since, to Burgundy.
War. Unsavory news: But how made he escape?
Mess. He was convey'd by Richard, duke of Gloster, And the lord Hastings, who attended him In secret ambush on the forest side, And from the bishop's huntsmen rescued him; For hunting was his daily exercise.
War. My brother was too careless of his charge.-But let us hence, my sovereign, to provide A salve for any sore that may betide.
[Exeunt K. Hen. War. Clar. Lieut. and Attendants. 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 presaging prophecy
Did glad my heart, with hope of this young Richmond;
Oxf. Ay; for, if Edward repossess the crown,
Som. It shall be so; he shall to Britany. Come therefore, let's about it speedily. (Exeunt.
SCENE VII. Before York. Enter King EDWARD, GLOSTER, HASTINGS, and
Glo. The gates made fast!-Brother, I like not this;
K. Edw. Tush, man! abodements must not now affright By fair or foul means we must enter in,
[us: För bither will our friends repair to us.
Hast. My liege, I'll knock once more to summon them. Enter, on the Walls, the Mayor of York, and his
Brethren. May. My lords, we were forewarned of your coming, And shut the gates for safety of ourselves; For now we owe allegiance unto Henry.
K. Edw. But, inaster mayor, if Henry be your king, Yet Edward, at the least, is duke of York.
May. True, my good lord; I know you for no less.
K. Edw. Why, and I challenge nothing but my dukeAs being well content with that alone.
[dom; Glo. But when the fox hath once got in his nose, He'll soon find means to make the body follow. [Aside.
Hast. Why, master mayor, why stand you in a doubt? Open the gates, we are king Henry's friends. May. Ay, say you so? the gates shall then be open'd.
.: [Exeunt from above. Glo. A wise stout captain, and persuaded soon!
Hast. The good old man would fain that all were well, So 'twere not ’long of him: but, being enter'd, I doubt not, I, bat we shall soon persuade Both him, and all his brothers, unto reason.
Re-enter the Mayor and two Aldermen, below. K. Edw. So, master mayor: these gates must not be But in the night, or in the time of war. (shut, What! fear not, man, but yield me up the keys;
[Takes the Keys. For Edward will defend the town, and thee, And all those friends that deign to follow me. Drum. Enter MoNTGOMERY and Forces, marching.
Glo. Brother, this is sir John Montgomery, Our trusly friend, unless I be deceiv'd. farms ?
K. Edw. Welcome, sir John! But why come you in
Mont. To help king Edward in his time of storm,' As every loyal subject ought to do.
Mont. Then fare you well, for I will hence again;
[A March begun. K. Edw. Nay, stay, sir John, awhile; and we'll debate, By what sase means the crown may be recover'd.
Mont. What talk you of debating? in few words,
If you'll not here proclaim yourself our king,
Hast. Away with scrupulous wit! now arms must rule. Glo. And fearless minds climb soonest unto crowns. Brother, we will proclaim you out of hand; The bruit thereof will bring you many friends.
K. Edw. Then be it as you will; for 'tis my right, And Henry but usurps the diadem.
Mont. Ay, now my sovereign speaketh like himself; And now will I be Edward's champion. [claim'd:
Hast. Sound, trumpet; Edward shall be here proCome, fellow-soldier, make thou proclamation.
[Gives him a Paper. Flourish. Sold. [Reads] Edward the fourth, by the grace of God, king of England and France, and lord of Ireland, dc.
Mont. And whosoe'er gainsays king Edward's right, By this I challenge him to single fight.
[Throws down his Gauntlet. All. Long live Edward the fourth! K. Edw. Thanks, brave Montgomery ;-and thanks
unto you all. If fortune serve me, I'll requite this kindness. Now, for this night, let's harbour here in York: And, when the morning sun shall raise his car Above the border of this horizon, We'll forward towards Warwick, and his mates; For, well I wot, that Henry is no soldier. Ah, froward Clarence! how evil it beseems thee, To flatter Henry, and forsake thy brother! Yet, as we may, we'll meet both thee and Warwick.“ Come on, brave soldiers; doubt not of the day; And, that once gotten, doubt not of large pay.
[Exeunt. SCENE VIII. LONDON. A Room in the Palace. Enter King HENRY, WARWICK, CLARENCE, Mon
TAGUE, EXETER, and OXFORD.
Oxf. Let's levy men, and beat him back again.
Clar. A little fire is quickly trodden out; Which, being suffer'd, rivers cannot quench.
War. In Warwickshire I have true-hearted friends, Not mutinous in peace, yet bold in war; Those will I muster up :--and thou, son Clarence, Shalt stir, in Suffolk, Norfolk, and in Kent, The knights and gentlemen to come with thee : Thou, brother Montague, in Buckingham, Northampton, and in Leicestershire, shalt find Men well inclin'd to hear what thou command'st:And thou, brave Oxford, wondrous well belov'd, In Oxfordshire shalt muster up thy friends.My sovereign, with the loving citizens, Like to his island, girt in with the ocean, Or modest Dian, circled with her nymphs, Shall rest in London, till we coine to him.Fair lords, take leave, and stand not to reply.Farewell, my sovereign. K. Heri. Farewell, my Hector, and my Troy's true
hope. Clar. In sign of truth, I kiss your highness' hand. K. Hen. Well-minded Clarence, be thou forlunate! Mont. Comfort, my lord ;-and so I take my leave. Oxf. And thus [Kissing Henry's Hand] I seal my
truth, and bid adieu. K. Hen. Sweet Oxford, and my loving Montague, And all at once, once more a happy farewell. War. Farewell, sweet lords; let's meet at Coventry.
[Exeunt War. Clar. Oxf. and Mont.