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Come, fellow-soldier, make thou proclamation.

[Flourish. Sold. Edward the Fourth, by the grace of God, King of England and France, and Lord of Ireland, &c. Montg. 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 If fortune serve me, I'll requite this kindness. Now for this night let's harbour here in York; And when the morning sun thall 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, evil it befeems 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. S CE N E IX

Changes again to London, Enter King Heory, Warwick, Montague, Clarence,

Oxford, and Somerfet. War. What counsel, Lords? Edward from Belgia With hasty Germans, and blunt Hollanders, Hath pass'd in safety through the narrow seas; And with his troops doth march amain to London, And many giddy people flock to him.

K. Hen. Let's levy men, and beat him back again. Clnr. A little fire is quickly trodden out, Which, being íuffer'd, rivers cannot quench.

Mar. In Warwickshire I have true-hearted friends, Not mutinous in peace, yet bold in war; Tiofa will I muster up; and thou, son Clarence,

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Shalt stir, in Suffolk, Norfolk, and in Kent,
The knights and gentlemen to come with thee.
Thou, brother Montague, in Buckingham,
Northampton, and in Liecestershire thalt find
Men well inclin'd to hear what thou command'lt.
And thou, brave Oxford, wondrous well belov’d,
In Oxfordshire shall muster up thy friends.
My Sovereign, with the loving citizens,
Like to his ifland girt with th' ocean,
Or modest Dian circled with her nymphs,
Shall rest in London 'till ve come to him.
--Fair Lords, take leave, and stand not to reply.
-Farewell, my Sovereign.
K. Henry. Farewell, my Hector, and my Troy's

true hope.
Clar. In light of truth I kifs your Highness' hand.
K. Henry. Well-minded Clarence, be thou fortu-

nate! Mont. Comfort, my Lord : and so I take my leave. Oxf. kisling Henry's hand.] And thus I seal my

truth, and bid adieu.. K. Henry. 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.
K. Henry. Here at the palace will I rest a while,
Cousin of Exeter, what thinks your Lordship?
Methinks the pow'r that Edward hath in field
Should not be able to encounter mine.

Exet. The doubt is, that he will seduce the rest.
K. Henry. That's not my fear, my meed hath got

me fame;
I have not stop'd mine ears to their demands,
Nor posted off their suits with flow delays;
My pity hath been balm to heal their wounds,
My mildness hath allay'd their swelling griefs,
My mercy dry'd their water-flowing tears.
I have not been desirous of their wealth,
Nor much oppressd them with great subsidies,
Nor forward of revenge, though they much errd.
Then why thould they love Edward more than mer
No, Exeter, these graces challenge.grace;

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And when the lion fawns upon the lamb,
The lamb will never cease to follow him.

[Shout within. A Lancaster! a Lancaster *! Exet. Hark, hark, my Lord, what shouts are thefe ?

Enter King Edward, and his Soldiers. X. Edw. Seize on the same-fac'd Henry, bear

him hence, And once again proclaim us King of England. -You are the fount that make 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.

[Exit with King Henry. Ånd, Lords, to Coventry bend we our course, Where peremptory Warwick now remains. The fun shines hot; and if we use delay, Cold biting winter mars our hop?d-for hay.

Glou. Away betimes, before his forces join, And take the great-grown traitor.unawares : Brave warriors, march amain tow'rds Coventry,

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SCENE I.

Before the Town of Coventry.

Enter Warwick, the Mayor of Coventry, two Mef sengers and others, upon the walls.

Warwick.
JHere is the post that came from valiant Oxford ?

i Mell. By this at Dunsinore, marching hither

ward. War. How far off is our brother Montague ? Where is the post that came from Montague ? 2 Mell. By this at Daintry with a puislant troop.

Surely the shouts that ushered King Edward (hould he a York, a York. I suppose the author did not write the marginal directions, and the players confounded the characters, Johnfon.

Enter Somerville. IŲar. Say, Somervile, what says my loving fon? And by thy 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.

War. Then Clarence is at hand, I hear his drum.

Som. It is not his, my Lord; here Southam lyes. The drum your Honour hears marcheih from War

'wick. War. Who should that be? belike, unlook'd for

friends. Som. They are at hand, and you fliall quickly

know. March. Flourih. Enter King Edward, Gloucester,

and Soldiers. K. Edw. Go, trumpet, to the walls, and sound

a parle. Glor, See how the surly Warwick mans the wall.

War.'Oh, unbid spight! is sportful Edward come?
Where slept our scouts, or how-are they feduc'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 drawthy forces liencs,
Confess who set thee up and pluck'd thee down?
Call Warwick patron, and be penitent,
And thou fhalt still remain the Duke of York.

Glou: I thought at least he would have said the Or did he make the jest against his will ? [King :

War. Is not a dukedom, Sir, a goodly gift?
Glou. Ay, by my faith, for a poor Earl to give:
PHI do thee fervice for so good a gift.
War. 'Twas I that gave the kingdom to thy bro-

ther.
K. Edw. Why, then ’ris mine, if but by Warwick's
War. Thou art no Atlas for so great a weight;
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gift.

And, weakling, Warwick takes his gift again; i
And Henry is my King, Warwick his fubject.

K. Edw. But Warwick's Kingis Edward's prisoner;
And, gallant Warwick, do but answer this,
What is the body when the head is off?

Clou. Alas! that Warwick had no more fore-cast, But while he thought to steal the single ten, The King was slyly finger'd from the deck; You left poor Henry at the bishop's palace, And, ten to one, you'll meet him in the Tower.

K. Edw. 'Tis even fo; yet you are Warwick Nill. Glou. Come, Warwick, take the time, kneel down,

kneel down. Nay, when? Strike now, or else the iron cools,

Ilar. I'd rather chop this hand off at a blow, And with the other fling it at thy face, Than bear fo low a fail to strike to thee. K. Edw. Sail how thou canst; have wind and

tide thy friend; This hand fait wound about thy coal-black hair

ia while thy head is warm and new cut off, Write in the dust this sentence with thy blood; IVind-changing Warwick now can change yo quore.

S CE N E II. Enter Oxford, with drum and colours. 1 Iar. O chearful colours! see, where Oxford

coines! Oxf. Oxford! Oxford ! for Lancaster! Glou. The gates are open, let us, enter too.

K. Edw. So other foes may set upon our back. Stand we in good array; for they, no doubt, Will issue out again and bid us battle ; If not, the city being of sinall defence, We'll quickly rouze the traitors in the fame. War. O, welcome, Oxford! for we want thy help,

Enter Montague, wit'i drum and colours. Mont. Montague ! Montague! for Lancaster! Glou. Thou, and thy brother both, shall buy this

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