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Drum. Enter MontgomeRY and Forces, marching.
Glo. Brother, this is sir John Montgomery, Our trusty friend, unless I be deceived. * K. Edw. Welcome, sir John J. But why come you - in arms P - Mont. To help king Edward in his time of storm, As every loyal subject ought to do. - T * 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. z' [A march begun. * K. Edw. Nay, stay, sir John, a while ; and we’ll . debate, . . “By what safe means the crown may be recovered. * Mont. What talk you of debating 2 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 succor you. Why should we fight, if you pretend no title? Glo. Why, brother, wherefore stand you on nice points P. * K. Edw. When we grow stronger, then we'll make our claim ; * Till them, 'tis wisdom to conceal our meaning. * Hast. Away with scrupulous wit! now arms must rule. * Glo. And fearless minds climb soonest unto CTOWI)S. * 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.
Hast. Sound, trumpet; Edward shall be here proclaimed.— . * Come, 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, &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 ! g * 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 harbor 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. - [Eveunt.
SCENE VIII." London. A Room in the Palace.
Enter KING HENRY, WARwick, CLARENCE, Mont AGUE, ExETER, and OxFord.
War. What counsel, lords? Edward from Belgia, With hasty Germans, and blunt Hollanders, Hath passed in safety through the narrow seas, And with his troops doth march amain to London; ‘And many giddy people flock to him.
* Oxf. Let’s levy men, and beat him back again.”
1 In the original play this scene follows immediately after king Henry's observations on young Richmond, the sixth scene of the present play. 2 This line, in the folio copy, is given to the king, to whose character it is so unsuitable, that it has been thought best to give it to Oxford, who is the next speaker in the old play. 1 Shakspeare has twice repeated this passage, which made an impression upon him in the old play. He has applied the same expression to the duke of York, where his overthrow at Wakefield is described. In the former instance no trace is to be found of these lines in the old play. Several similar repetitions are found in this Third Part of King Henry VI.
Clar. A little fire is quickly trodden out; Which, being suffered, 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 inclined to hear what thou command’st; And thou, brave Oxford, wondrous well beloved, 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 come to him.— Fair lords, take leave, and stand not to reply.— Farewell, my sovereign. K. Hen. 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 fortunate | * Mont. Comfort, my lord, and so I take my leave * Oof. 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. K. Hen. Here at the palace will I rest awhile. * Cousin of Exeter, what thinks your lordship P * Methinks the power, that Edward hath in field, * Should not be able to encounter mine. * Eace. The doubt is, that he will seduce the rest.
* K. Hen. That's not my fear; my meed' hath got me fame. * I have not stopped mine ears to their demands, * Nor posted off their suits with slow delays; * My pity hath been balm to heal their wounds, *My mildness hath allayed their swelling griefs, *My mercy dried their water-flowing tears. * I have not been desirous of their wealth, * Nor much oppressed them with great subsidies, * Nor forward of revenge, though they much erred. *Then why should they love Edward more than me? *No, Exeter, these graces challenge grace; * And, when the lion fawns upon the lamb, * The lamb will never cease to follow him. [Shout within. A Lancaster! a Lancaster! Eace. Hark, hark, my lord ' what shouts are these ?
Enter KING EDw ARD, GLosTER, and Soldiers.
K. Edw. Seize on the shame-faced Henry, bear him hence, ‘And once again proclaim us king of England.— *You are the fount that makes small brooks to flow : *Now stops thy spring; my sea shall suck them dry, *And swell so much the higher by their ebb.— * Hence with him to the Tower; let him not speak. [Eveunt some, with KING HENRY. “And, lords, towards Coventry bend we our course, ‘Where peremptory Warwick now remains:* * The sun shines hot, and, if we use delay, ‘Cold, biting winter mars our hoped-for hay. * Glo. Away betimes, before his forces join, *And take the great-grown traitor unawares: *Brave warriors, march amain towards Coventry. [Eveunt.
* Warwick has but just left the stage, declaring his intention to go to Coventry. How then could Edward know of that intention? Shakspeare here again followed the old play. Some of the old dramatic writers seem to have thought that all the persons of the drama must know whatever was known to the writers themselves, or to the audience.
scEN E I. Coventry.
Enter, upon the walls, WARwick, the Mayor of Coventry, Two Messengers, and others.
War. Where is the post that came from valiant Oxford P How far hence is thy lord, mine honest fellow P * 1 Mess. By this at Dunsmore, marching hitherward. War. How far off is our brother Montague F Where is the post that came from Montague F ‘2 Mess. By this at Daintry, with a puissant troop.
Enter SIR John SoMERVILLE.
* War. Say, Somerville, what says my loving son f ‘And, by the guess, how nigh is Clarence now * Som. At Southam I did leave him with his forces, ‘And do expect him here some two hours hence. [Drum heard. * War. Then Clarence is at hand; I hear his drum. * Som. It is not his, my lord; here Southam lies. * The drum your honor hears, marcheth from Warwick. * War. Who should that be P belike, unlooked-for friends.
* Som. They are at hand, and you shall quickly know.
Drums. Enter KING EDWARD, GLOSTER, and Forces, narching.
* K. Edw. Go, trumpet, to the walls, and sound a parle. . * Glo. See how the surly Warwick mans the wall! War. O, unbid spite is sportful Edward come 2 Where slept our scouts, or how are they seduced, That we could hear no news of his repair?