Come on, brave soldiers; doubt not of the day; And that once gotten, doubt not of large pay. [Exeunt. SCENE VIII.-London. Palace. A Room in the Enter KING HENRY, WARWICK, CLARENCE, MONTAGUE, War. What counsel, lords? Edward from With hasty Germans, and blunt Hollanders, And many giddy people flock to him. 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, Not mutinous in peace, yet bold in war; Those will I muster up: and thou, son Clarence, Fair lords, take leave, and stand not to reply. 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 for tunate. Mont. Comfort, my lord ;-and so I take my leave. Oxf. 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; lets meet at Coventry. [Exeunt WAR., CLAR., OXF., and MONT. K. Hen. Here at the palace will I rest a while. Cousin of Exeter, what thinks your lordship? Exe. 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 stopp'd mine ears to their demands, No, Exeter, these graces challenge grace : [Shout within-A Lancaster! A Lancaster! Exe. Hark, hark, my lord! what shouts are these? Enter KING EDWARD, 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. [Exeunt some with KING HENRY. And, lords, towards Coventry bend we our course, Where peremptory Warwick now remains : Glo. Away betimes, before his forces join, ACT V.. SCENE I.-Coventry. Enter upon the walls, WARWICK, the MAYOR of Coventry, two Messen,ers, and others. W Warwi.k. HERE is the post that came from valiant How far hence is thy lord, mine honest 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. War. Say, Somerville, what says my loving son? 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. [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, unlookedfor 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 parle. Glo. See, how the surly Warwick mans the wall. War. O, unbid spite! is sportful Edward come? Where slept our scouts, or how are they seduced, 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? Glo. Ay, by my faith, for a poor earl to give ; I'll do thee service for so good a gift. War. 'Twas I that gave the kingdom to thy brother. K. Edw. Why, then 'tis mine, if but by Warwick's gift. War. Thou art no Atlas for so great a weight: And, weakling, Warwick takes his gift again; And Henry is my king, Warwick his subject. K. Edw. But Warwick's king is Edward's prisoner : |