Let us be back'd with God, and with the feas,
Which he hath given for fence impregnable,
And with their helps alone defend ourselves:
Inthem, and in ourselves, our fafety lies.

Glar. For this one speech, Lord Haftings well deferves To have the heir of the Lord Hungerford.

K. Edw. Ay, what of that? is was my will and grant,, And for this once my will shall stand for law.

Glo. And yet, methinks, your Grace hath not done well,,
To give the heir and daughter of Lord Scales
Unto the brother of your loving bride.

She better would have fitted me, or Clarence
But in your bride you bury brotherhood.

Clar. Or else you would not have beftow'd the heir
Of the Lord Bonvill on your new wife's fon,
And leave your brothers to go speed elfewhere.
K. Edw. Alas, poor Clarence! is it for a wife
That thou art malecontent? I will provide thee.
Clar.Inchufing for yourself, you fhew'd your judgment;
Which being fhallow, you shall give me leave
To play the broker in mine own behalf;
And, to that end, I fhortly mind to leave you.

K. Edw. Leave me, or tarry, Edward will be Kings And not be tý'd unto his brother's will..

Queen. My Lords, before it pleas'd his Majesty
To raise my state to title of a Queen,

Do me but right, and you must all confefs
That I was not ignoble of defcent;

And meaner than myself have had like fortune.
But as this title honours me and mine,

So your dislikes, to whom I would be pleafing,
Do cloud my joys with danger and with sorrow.
K. Edw. My love, forbear to fawn upon their frowns; :
What danger, or what forrow, can befal thee,
So long as Edward is thy conftant friend,
And their true Sov'reign, whom they must obey?
Nay, whom they fhall obey, and love thee too,
Unless they seek for hatred at my hands:
Which if they do, yet will I keep thee fafe;

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And they fhall feel the vengeance

of my wrath.

Glo. I hear, yet fay not much, but think the more.

K. Edw. Now, meffenger, what letters or what news from France?

Poft. My Sovereign Liege, no letters, and few words But fuch as I (without your special pardon)

Dare not relate.

K. Edw. Go to, we pardon thee :

So tell their words, as near as thou canst guess them.
What answer makes King Lewis to our letters?a
Poft. At my depart, these were his very words;,
Go tell falfe Edward, thy fuppofed King,

That Lewis of France is fending over makers
To revel it with him and his new bride.

K. Edw. Is Lewis fo brave? belike, he thinks me Henry..

But what faid Lady Bona to my marriage?

Poft. These were her words, utter'd with mild difdain? Tell him, in hope he'll prove a widower fhortly, I'll wear the willow garland for his fake.

K. Edw. I blame not her, fhe could fay little lefs; She had the wrong. But what faid Henry's Queen ? For fo I heard, that she was there in place.

Poft. Tell him, (quoth she) my mourning weeds are done;, And I am ready to put armour on.

K. Edw. Belike, fhe minds to play the Amazon. But what faid Warwick to these injuries?

Poft. He, more incens'd against your Majefty Than all the reft, discharg'd me with these words; Tell him from me, that he hath done me wrong; And therefore I'll uncrown him ere't be long.

K.Edw.Haldurft the traitor breathe out fo proud words? Well, I will arm me, being thus fore-warn'd: They shall have wars, and pay for their prefumption. But fay, is Warwick friends with Margaret?

Poft. Ay, gracious Sov'reign, they're fo link'd in friendship,

That young Prince Edward marries Warwick's daughter. Clar.

Clar. Belike, the younger; Clarence will have the elder. (18)

Now, brother King, farewel, and fit you faft,
For I will hence to Warwick's other daughter;
That, though I want a kingdom, yet in marriagesst
I may not prove inferior to yourself.

You, that love me and Warwick, follow me.

[Exit Clarence; and Somerset folloavs

Glo. Not I: my thoughts aim at a further matter: I ftay not for love of Edward, but the crown. [Afide. K. Edw. Clarence and Somerfet both gone to Warwick? Yet am Farm'd against the worft can happen ;. And hafte is needful in this defp'rate cafe: Pembroke and Stafford, you in our behalf Go levy men, and make prepare for war; They are already, or will foon be landed; Myfelf in perfon will ftraight follow you.

[Ex. Pembroke and Stafford

But ere I go, Haftings and Montague,
Refolve my doubt: you twain, of all the reft,
Are near to Warwick by blood and by alliance
Tell me, if you love Warwick more than me?
If it be fo, then both depart to him:

I rather with you foes, than hollow friends.
But if you mind to hold your true obedience,.
Give me affurance with fome friendly vow,
That I may never have you in fufpect.

Mon. So God help Montague, as he proves true! Haft. And Haftings, as he favours Edward's caufe!" K. Edw. Now, brother Richard, will you stand by us Glo. Ay, in defpight of all that shall withstand you K. Edw. Why fo, then am I fure of victory.. Now therefore let us hence, and lofe no hour, 'Till we meet Warwick with his foreign power. [Exe

(18) Belike,, the elder: Clarence will have the younger.] I have ventur'd to make elder and younger change places in this line, againft the authority of all the printed copies. The reafon of it will be-obvious to every one, from the proofs in my note preceding this.

Enter Warwick and Oxford, with French Soldiers. Ruft me, my Lord, all hitherto goes well;

War.

Enter Clarence and Somerfet.

But fee, where Somerset and Clarence come;
Speak fuddenly, my Lords, are we all friends?
Clar. Fear not that, my Lord.

War. Then gentle Clarence, welcome unto Warwick;
And welcome, Somerset I hold it cowardize
To reft mistrustful, where a noble heart
Hath pawn'd an open hand in fign of love.

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Elfe might I think, that Clarence, Edward's brother,
Were but a feigned friend to our proceedings.
But welcome, friend, my daughter fhall be thine.
And now what refts, but in night's coverture, ***
Thy brother being carelefly encamp'd,
His foldiers lurking in the towns about, (19)
And but attended by a fimple guard,
We may furprize and take him at our pleasure
Our fcouts have found th' adventure very eafy:
That as Ulyffes and flout Diomede

With flight and manhood stole to Rhefus tents,
And brought from thence the Thracian fatal feeds
So we, well cover'd with the night's black mantle,
At unawares may beat down Edward's guard,
And feize himself: I fay not, flaughter him
For I intend but only to furprize him.
You, that will follow me to this attempt,
Applaud the name of Henry with your leader.

[They all cry, Henry! Why then, let's on our way in filent fort,

(19) His foldiers lurking in the town about.] Dr. Thirlby advised the reading towns here, very jftly, upon the proof of this paffage fpoken by the guard in the scene immediately following..

but why commands the King,

That his chief foll'wers lodge in towns about him, &c.

For

For Warwick and his friends, God and Saint George?"

[Exeunt.

Enter the Watchmen to guard the King's Tent.

Watch. Come on, my mafters, each man take his stand: The King by this has fet him down to fleep.

2 Watch. What, will he not to bed?

1 Watch. Why, no; for he hath made a folemn vów, Never to lie and take his natural reft,

Till Warwick, or himself be quite fuppreft.

2 Watch. To-morrow then, belike, shall be the day;. If Warwick be fo near, as men report.

3 Watch. But fay, I pray, what nobleman is that, That with the King here refteth in his tent? [friend.

Watch. 'Tis the Lord Haftings, the King's chiefeft. 3 Watch. 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.

3. Watch. Ay, but give me worship and quietness; I like it better than a dang'rous honour. If Warwick knew in what eftate he stands, 'Tis to be doubted, he would waken him..

1 Watch, Unless our halberds did fhut up his paffage. 2 Watch. Ay; wherefore else guard we this royal tent, But to defend his perfon from night-foes

Enter Warwick, Clarence, Oxford, Somerfet,, and French Soldiers, filent all.

War. This is his tent; and fee, where ftands his guard. Courage, my mafters: honour now, or never! But follow me, and Edward fhall be ours..

1 Watch. Who goes there?

2 Watch. Stay, or thou dieft,

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[Warwick and the reft cry all, Warwick! Warwick! and fet upon the Guard; who fly, crying arms!arms! Warwick and the reft following them.

The Drum beating, and Trumpets founding.

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