EDWARD'S Camp near Warwick. |
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Enter certain Watchmen to guard the KING'S tent. |
First Watch. Come on, my masters, each man take his stand; |
The king, by this, is set him down to sleep. |
Sec. Watch. What, will he not to bed? |
First 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. |
Sec. Watch. To-morrow then belike shall be the day, |
If Warwick be so near as men report. |
Third Watch. But say, I pray, what nobleman is that |
That with the king here resteth in his tent? |
First Watch. 'Tis the Lord Hastings, the king's chiefest friend. |
Third Watch. O! is it so? But why commands the king |
That his chief followers lodge in towns about him, |
While he himself keeps in the cold field? |
Sec. Watch. 'Tis the more honour, because the more dangerous. |
Third Watch. Ay, but give me worship and quietness; |
I like it better than a dangerous honour. |
If Warwick knew in what estate he stands, |
'Tis to be doubted he would waken him. |
First Watch. Unless our halberds did shut up his passage. |
Sec. Watch. Ay; wherefore else guard we his royal tent, |
But to defend his person from night-foes? |
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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. |
First Watch. Who goes there? |
Sec. Watch. Stay, or thou diest. [WARWICK and the rest cry all, 'Warwick! Warwick!' and set upon the Guard; who fly, crying, 'Arm! Arm!' WARWICK and the rest following them. |
Drums beating, and Trumpets sounding, re-enter WARWICK and the rest, bringing the KING out in his gown, sitting in a chair. GLOUCESTER and HASTINGS fly over the stage. |
Som. What are they that fly there? |
War. Richard and Hastings: let them go; here's the duke. |
K. Edw. The duke! Why, Warwick, when we parted last, |
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? |
K. Edw. Yea, brother of Clarence, art thou here too? |
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: |
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 what answer |
Lewis and the Lady Bona send to him: |
Now, for a while farewell, good Duke of York. |
K. Edw. What fates impose, that men must needs abide; |
It boots not to resist both wind and tide. [Exit, 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. [Exeunt. |
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