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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,
K. Hen. Farewell, my Hector, and my Troy's true hope.
truth, and bid adieu.
[Ereunt War. Clar. Oxf. and Mont. K. Hen. Here at the palace will I rest a while. Cousin of Exeter, what thinks your lordship?
Methinks, the power, that Edward hath in field,
Exe. The doubt is, that he will seduce the rest.
[Shout within. A Lancaster! A Lancaster! Exe. Hark, hark, my lord! what shouts are these?
Enter King EDWARD, GLOSTER, and Soldiers.
[Exeunt some with King Henry. And, lords, towards Coventry bend we our course, Where perem ory Warwick now remains :
The sun shines hot, and, if we use delay,
Glo. Away betimes, before his forces join,
Enter, upon the Walls, WARWICK, the Mayor of Coven
try, Two Messengers, and Others. War. Where is the post that came from valiant Ox
ford ? How far hence is thy lord, mine honest fellow?
1 Mess. By this at Dunsmore, marching hitherward.
War. How far off is our brother Montague ?Where is the post that came from Montague?
2 Mess. By this at Daintry, with a puissant troop.
Enter Sir John SOMERVILLE.
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 honour hears, marcheth from Warwick. War. Who should that be? belike, unlook’d-for friends. Som. They are at hand, and you shall quickly know.
Drums. Enter King EDWARD, Gloster, and Forces,
marching. K. Edw. Go, trumpet, to the walls, and sound a parle. Glo. See how the surly Warwick mans the walls.
War. O, unbid spite ! is sportful Edward come? Where slept our scouts, or how are they seduc'd, That we could hear no news of his repair ?
K. Edw. Now, Warwick, wilt thou ope the city gates, Speak gentle words, and humbly bend thy knee?Call Edward-king, and at his hands beg mercy, And he shall pardon thee these outrages.
War. Nay, rather, wilt thou draw thy forces hence, Confess who set thee up and pluck'd thee down ?-Call Warwick-patron, and be penitent, And thou shalt still remain the duke of York.
Glo. I thought, at least, he would have said the king; Or did he make the jest against his will?
War. Is not a dukedom, sir, a goodly gift?
K. Edw. But Warwick's king is Edward's prisoner: And, gallant Warwick, do but answer this,- . What is the body, when the head is off?
Glo. Alas, that Warwick had no more forecast, But, whiles he thought to steal the single ten,