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ACT IV. SCENE III. 


Edward's camp, near Warwick

Enter three WATCHMEN, to guard the KING'S tent

 FIRST WATCHMAN.

Come on, my masters, each man take his stand;
The King by this is set him down to sleep.

 SECOND WATCHMAN.

What, will he not to bed?

 FIRST WATCHMAN.

Why, no; for he hath made a solemn vow
Never to lie and take his natural rest
Till Warwick or himself be quite suppress'd.

 SECOND WATCHMAN.

To-morrow then, belike, shall be the day,
If Warwick be so near as men report.

 THIRD WATCHMAN.

But say, I pray, what nobleman is that
That with the King here resteth in his tent?

 FIRST WATCHMAN.

'Tis the Lord Hastings, the King's chiefest friend.

 THIRD WATCHMAN.

O, is it So? But why commands the King
That his chief followers lodge in towns about him,
While he himself keeps in the cold field?

 SECOND WATCHMAN.

'Tis the more honour, because more dangerous.

 THIRD WATCHMAN.

Ay, but give me worship and quietness;
I like it better than dangerous honour.
If Warwick knew in what estate he stands,
'Tis to be doubted he would waken him.

 FIRST WATCHMAN.

Unless our halberds did shut up his passage.

 SECOND WATCHMAN.

Ay, wherefore else guard we his royal tent
But to defend his person from night-foes?

Enter WARWICK, CLARENCE, OXFORD, SOMERSET,

and French soldiers, silent all

 WARWICK.

This is his tent; and see where stand his guard.
Courage, my masters! Honour now or never!
But follow me, and Edward shall be ours.

 FIRST WATCHMAN.

Who goes there?

 SECOND WATCHMAN.

Stay, or thou diest.

WARWICK and the rest cry all 'Warwick! Warwick!' and

set upon the guard, who fly, crying 'Arm! Arm!' WARWICK

and the rest following them

The drum playing and trumpet sounding, re-enter WARWICK

and the rest, bringing the KING out in his gown,

 

sitting in a chair. GLOUCESTER and HASTINGS fly over the stage

 SOMERSET.

What are they that fly there?

 WARWICK.

Richard and Hastings. Let them go; here is the Duke.

 KING EDWARD.

The Duke! Why, Warwick, when we parted,
Thou call'dst me King?

 WARWICK.

Ay, but the case is alter'd.
When you disgrac'd me in my embassade,
Then I degraded you from being King,
And come now to create you Duke of York.
Alas, how should you govern any kingdom
That know not how to use ambassadors,
Nor how to be contented with one wife,
Nor how to use your brothers brotherly,
Nor how to study for the people's welfare,
Nor how to shroud yourself from enemies?

 KING EDWARD.

Yea, brother of Clarence, art thou here too?
Nay, then I see that Edward needs must down.
Yet, Warwick, in despite of all mischance,
Of thee thyself and all thy complices,
Edward will always bear himself as King.
Though fortune's malice overthrow my state,
My mind exceeds the compass of her wheel.

 WARWICK.

Then, for his mind, be Edward England's king;

[Takes off his crown]

 

But Henry now shall wear the English crown
And be true King indeed; thou but the shadow.
My Lord of Somerset, at my request,
See that forthwith Duke Edward be convey'd
Unto my brother, Archbishop of York.
When I have fought with Pembroke and his fellows,
I'll follow you and tell what answer
Lewis and the Lady Bona send to him.
Now for a while farewell, good Duke of York.

 KING EDWARD.

What fates impose, that men must needs abide;
It boots not to resist both wind and tide.

[They lead him out forcibly]

 OXFORD.

What now remains, my lords, for us to do
But march to London with our soldiers?

 WARWICK.

Ay, that's the first thing that we have to do;
To free King Henry from imprisonment,
And see him seated in the regal throne

Exeunt

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