Thy brother being carelessly encamp'd, His soldiers lurking in the towns about, We may surprise and take him at our pleasure? 172 With slight and manhood stole to Rhesus' tents,' [They all cry, Henry! Why, then, let's on our way in silent sort: For Warwick and his friends, God and saint George! [Exeunt. SCENE III. EDWARD'S Camp. Enter the Watchmen to guard his Tent. 1 Watch. Come on my masters, each man take his stand; The king, by this, is set him down to sleep. 2 Watch. What, will he not to bed? 180 1 Watch. Why no: for he hath made a solemn vow, Never Never to lie and take his natural rest, 'Till Warwick, or himself, be quite supprest. 2 Watch. To-morrow then, belike, shall be the day, If Warkwick be so near as men report. 3 Watch. But say, I pray, what nobleman is that, That with the king here resteth in his tent ? 1 Watch. 'Tis the lord Hastings, the king's chiefest friend. 189 3 Watch. O, is it so? But why commands the king, That his chief followers lodge in towns about him, While he himself keepeth in the cold field? 2 Watch. 'Tis the more honour, because more dan gerous. 3 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. 1 Watch. Unless our halberds did shut up his pas sage. 2 Watch. Ay; wherefore else guard we his royal tent, But to defend his person from night-foes? 200 Enter WARWICK, CLARENCE, OXFORD, SOMERSET, and French Soldiers, silent all. 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. 1 Watch. 1 Watch. Who goes there? 2 Watch. Stay, or thou diest. [WARWICK, and the Rest, cry all-Warwick! Warwick! and set upon the Guard; who fly, cry. ing-Arm! Arm! WARWICK, and the Rest, following them. The Drum beating, and Trumpets sounding. Enter WARWICK, SOMERSET, and the Rest, bringing the King out in a Gown, sitting in a Chair: GLOSTER 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 calld'st me king! War. Ay, but the case is alter'd: 210 K. Edw. Yea, brother of Clarence, art thou here too? I 220 Nay, Nay, then I see, that Edward needs must down.- 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, 230 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, farewel, good duke of York. K. Edw. What fates impose, that men must needs abide; 1 It boots not to resist both wind and tide. [Exit King EDWARD, led cut. Oxf. What now remains, my lords, for us to do, But march to London with our soldiers? 240 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 SCENE IV. London. The Palace. Enter the Queen, and RIVERS. Riv. Madam, what makes you in this sudden change? Queen. Why, brother Rivers, are you yet to learn, What late misfortune is befall'n king Edward? Riv. What, loss of some pitch'd battle against Queen. No, but the loss of his own royal person. Queen. Ay, almost slain, for he is taken prisoner; Either betray'd by falsehood of his guard, Or by his foe surpris'd at unawares : And, as I further have to understand, Is new committed to the bishop of York, Fell Warwick's brother, and by that our foe. 251 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, 260 womb : For love of Edward's offspring in my |