And now what refts, but in night's overture *, We may furprize and take him at our pleasure ? With flight and inanhood stole to Rhesus' tents, You that will follow me to this attempt, [They all cry, Henry! Why then, let's on our way in filent fort, For Warwick and his friends, God and Saint George!· [Exeunt. SCENE IV. Enter the Watchmen to guard the King's tent. Watch. Come on, my masters, each man take his ftand: 1 The King by this hath fet him down to fleep. 2 Watch. What, will he not to bed? Watch. Why, no; for he hath made a folemn Never to ly and take his natural rest, Till Warwick or himself be quite fupprefs'd. [vow, 2 Watch. To-morrow then, belike, fhall be the If Warwick be fo near as men report. [day. 3 Watch. But fay, I pray, what Nobleman is that, That with the King here refteth in his tent? I Watch. 'Tis the Lord Haftings, the King's chiefeft friend. 3Watch. O, is it fo?-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 the more dangerous, Night's coverture. Johnson. 3 Watch. Ay, but give me worship and quietnefs; I like it better than a dang'rous honour. If Warwick knew in what estate he stands, 'Tis to be doubted he would waken him. Watch. Unlefs our halberds did thut up his paffage. 2 Watch. Ay; wherefore elfe guard we this royal But to defend his person from night-foes? [tent, Enter Warwick, Clarence, Oxford, Somerset, and French Soldiers, filent all. War. This is his tent; and fee where stands his guard. -Courage, my masters: honour now, or never! 2 Watch. Stay, or thou diest. [Warwick and the rest cry all, Warwick! Warwick! and fet upon the Guard; who fly, crying, Arms! Arms! Warwick and the rest following > them. The drum beating and trumpets founding. Enter Warwick, Somerfet, and the reft, bringing the King out in a gown, fitting in a chair; Glo'fter and Haftings flying over the stage. Som. What are they that fly there? War. Richard and Haftings. Let them go, here is the Duke. K. Edw. The Duke! why, Warwick, when we Thou call'dft me King. War. Ay, but the cafe is alter'd. [parted, When you difgrac'd me in my ambassade, K. Edw. Brother of Clarence, and art thou here Nay, then I fee that Edward needs must down. [too? VOL. VI. X "Yet, Warwick, in defpight of all mischance, See that forthwith Duke Edward be convey'd When I have fought with Pembroke and his fellows, -Now for a while farewell, good Duke of York. SCENE V. The Palace. Enter Rivers and the Queen. [Exeunt. Riv. Madam, what makes you in this fudden change? Queen. Why, brother Rivers, are you yet to learn What late misfortune has befaln King Edward? Riv. What! lofs of fome pitch'd battle against Warwick? Queen. No, but the lofs of his own royal perfon. Queen. Ay, almoft flain, for he is taken prisoner, Fell Warwick's brother, and by that our foe. S CE NE VI. A Park near Middleham-Cafle in Yorkshire. Enter Gloucefter, Lord Haftings, and Sir William Stanley. Glo. Now, my Lord Haftings, and Sir WilliamStanley, Leave off to wonder why I drew you hither, Into the chiefeft thicket of the park. [ther, a Thus ftands the cafe. You know, our King, my bro-- He fhall here find his friends with horfe and men, To fet him free from his captivity. Enter King Edward and a Huntsman with him. Hunt. This way, my Lord, for this way lyes the game. K. Ed. Nay, this way, man; fee where the buntfmen ftand. Now, brother Glo'fter, Haftings, and the reft, Haft. To Lyn, my Lord, And fhip from thence to Flanders. Glou. Well guefs'd, believe me, for that was my meaning. K. Edw, Stanley, I will requite thy forwardness. Hunt. Better do fo than tarry and be hang'd. And pray that I may repoffefs the crown. [Exeunt. SCEN E VII. Changes to the Tower in London. Enter King Henry, Clarence, Warwick, Somerfer," young Richmond, Oxford, Montague, and Lieutenant of the Tower. K.Henry. Mr Lieutenant,now that God and friends Have fhaken Edward from the regal feat, And turn'd my captive flate to liberty,. My fear to hope, my forrows unto joys, At our enlargement what are thy due fees? Lien Subjects may challenge nothing of their foveBut if an humble prayer may prevail, I then crave pardon of your Majelly. [reigns; K. Hen. For what, Lieutenant for well-ufing me & 1 |