The Works of William Shakespeare [Cambridge Edition] [Vol. 5 of 9] · William Shakespeare
SCENE XIII.
Enter _Warwike_ and _Oxford_, with souldiers. _War._ Trust me my Lords all hitherto goes well, The common people by numbers swarme to vs, But see where _Sommerset_ and _Clarence_ comes, Speake suddenlie my Lords, are we all friends? [eam004] _Cla._ Feare not that my Lord. ·eam005· _War._ Then gentle _Clarence_ welcome vnto _Warwike_. And welcome _Summerset_, I hold it cowardise, To rest mistrustfull where a noble hart, [eam008] Hath pawnde an open hand in signe of loue, Else might I thinke that _Clarence_, _Edwards_ brother, ·eam010· Were but a fained friend to our proceedings, But welcome sweet _Clarence_ my daughter shal be thine. [eam012] And now what rests but in nights couerture, Thy brother being careleslie encampt, His souldiers lurking in the towne about, ·eam015· And but attended by a simple guarde, We maie surprise and take him at our pleasure, Our skouts have found the aduenture very easie, Then crie king _Henry_ with resolued mindes, And breake we presentlie into his tent. ·eam020· _Cla._ Why then lets on our waie in silent sort, For _Warwike_ and his friends God and saint _George_. [eam022] _War._ This is his tent, and see where his guard doth [eam023] Stand, Courage my souldiers, now or neuer, But follow me now, and _Edward_ shall be ours. ·eam025· _All._ A _Warwike_, a _Warwike_. Alarmes, and _Gloster_ and _Hastings_ flies.
_Oxf._ Who goes there? _War._ _Richard_ and _Hastings_ let them go, heere is the (Duke _Edw._ The Duke, why _Warwike_ when we parted [eam029] Last, thou caldst me king? [eam030] _War._ I, but the case is altred now. When you disgraste me in my embassage, [eam032] Then _I_ disgraste you from being king, And now am come to create you Duke of _Yorke_, Alasse how should you gouerne anie kingdome, ·eam035· That knowes not how to vse embassadors, Nor how to vse your brothers brotherlie, Nor how to shrowd your selfe from enimies. _Edw._ Well _Warwike_, let fortune doe her worst, _Edward_ in minde will beare himselfe a king. ·eam040· _War._ Then for his minde be _Edward_ Englands king. But _Henry_ now shall weare the English crowne. Go conuaie him to our brother archbishop of _Yorke_, And when I haue fought with _Penbrooke_ & his followers, Ile come and tell thee what the ladie _Bona_ saies, ·eam045· And so for a while farewell good Duke of _Yorke_. [eam046] _Exeunt_ some with _Edward_. _Cla._ What followes now, all hithertoo goes well, [eam047] But we must dispatch some letters to _France_, [eam048] To tell the _Queene_ of our happy fortune, And bid hir come with speed to ioine with vs. [eam050] _War._ _I_ thats the first thing that we have to doe, [eam051] And free king _Henry_ from imprisonment, And see him seated in his regall throne, Come let vs haste awaie, and hauing past these cares, [eam054] _I_le post to _Yorke_, and see how _Edward_ fares. ·eam055· _Exeunt Omnes._
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