Before York. |
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Enter KING EDWARD, GLOUCESTER, HASTINGS, and Forces. |
K. Edw. Now, brother Richard, Lord Hastings, and the rest, |
Yet thus far Fortune maketh us amends, |
And says, that once more I shall interchange |
My waned state for Henry's regal crown. |
Well have we pass'd, and now repass'd the seas, |
And brought desired help from Burgundy: |
What then remains, we being thus arriv'd |
From Ravenspurgh haven before the gates of York, |
But that we enter, as into our dukedom? |
Glo. The gates made fast! Brother, I like not this; |
For many men that stumble at the threshold |
Are well foretold that danger lurks within. |
K. Edw. Tush, man! abodements must not now affright us. |
By fair or foul means we must enter in, |
For hither will our friends repair to us. |
Hast. My liege, I'll knock once more to summon them. |
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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, Master 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 dukedom, |
As being well content with that alone. |
Glo. [Aside.] But when the fox hath once got in his nose, |
He'll soon find means to make the body follow. |
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. [Exit, with Aldermen, above. |
Glo A wise stout captain, and soon persuaded. |
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, but we shall soon persuade |
Both him and all his brothers unto reason. |
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Re-enter the Mayor and two Aldermen. |
K. Edw. So, Master Mayor: these gates must not be shut |
But in the night, or in the time of war. |
What! fear not, man, but yield me up the keys; [Takes his keys. |
For Edward will defend the town and thee, |
And all those friends that deign to follow me. |
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Enter MONTGOMERY and Forces. |
Glo. Brother, this is Sir John Montgomery, |
Our trusty friend, unless I be deceiv'd. |
K. Edw. Welcome, Sir John! but why come you in arms? |
Mont. To help King Edward in his time of storm, |
As every loyal subject ought to do. |
K. Edw. Thanks, good Montgomery; but we now forget |
Our title to the crown, and only claim |
Our dukedom till God please to send the rest. |
Mont. Then fare you well, for I will hence again: |
I came to serve a king and not a duke. |
Drummer, strike up, and let us march away. [A march begun. |
K. Edw. Nay, stay, Sir John, awhile; and we'll debate |
By what safe 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, |
I'll leave you to your fortune, and be gone |
To keep them back that come to succour you. |
Why shall we fight, if you pretend no title? |
Glo. Why, brother, wherefore stand you on nice points? |
K. Edw. When we grow stronger then we'll make our claim; |
Till then, 'tis wisdom to conceal our meaning. |
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 sov'reign speaketh like himself; |
And now will I be Edward's champion. |
Hast. Sound, trumpet! Edward shall be here proclaim'd; |
Come, fellow soldier, make thou proclamation. [Gives him a paper. Flourish. |
Sold. Edward the Fourth, by the grace of God, King of England and France, and Lord of Ireland, &c. |
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. |
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