The Works of William Shakespeare [Cambridge Edition] [Vol. 5 of 9] · William Shakespeare
SCENE VIII. _London. The palace_.
_Flourish. Enter_ KING HENRY, WARWICK, MONTAGUE, CLARENCE, EXETER, _and_ OXFORD. _War._ What counsel, lords? Edward from Belgia, [cdh001] With hasty Germans and blunt Hollanders, [cdh002] 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. ·cdh005· _K. Hen._ 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; ·cdh010· Those will I muster up: and thou, son Clarence, Shalt stir up in Suffolk, Norfolk and in Kent, [cdh012] The knights and gentlemen to come with thee: Thou, brother Montague, in Buckingham, Northampton and in Leicestershire, shalt find [cdh015] Men well inclined to hear what thou command’st: And thou, brave Oxford, wondrous well beloved, In Oxfordshire shalt muster up thy friends. My sovereign, with the loving citizens, Like to his island girt in with the ocean, [cdh020] Or modest Dian circled with her nymphs, Shall rest in London till we come to him. Fair lords, take leave and stand not to reply. Farewell, my sovereign. _K. Hen._ Farewell, my Hector, and my Troy’s true hope. ·cdh025· _Clar._ In sign of truth, I kiss your highness’ hand. _K. Hen._ Well-minded Clarence, be thou fortunate!
_Enter_ KING EDWARD, GLOUCESTER, _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: [cdh054] Now stops thy spring; my sea shall suck them dry, ·cdh055· And swell so much the higher by their ebb. Hence with him to the Tower; let him not speak. [cdh057] [_Exeunt some with King Henry._ And, lords, towards Coventry bend we our course, Where peremptory Warwick now remains: The sun shines hot; and, if we use delay, ·cdh060· Cold biting winter mars our hoped-for hay. [cdh061] _Glou._ Away betimes, before his forces join, And take the great-grown traitor unawares: Brave warriors, march amain towards Coventry. [_Exeunt._
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