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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?
5 Cla. Feare not that my Lord.
War. Then gentle Clarence welcome vnto Warwike.
And welcome Summerset, I hold it cowardise,
[♦] To rest mistrustfull where a noble hart,
Hath pawnde an open hand in signe of loue,
10 Else might I thinke that Clarence, Edwards brother,
Were but a fained friend to our proceedings,
[♦] But welcome sweet Clarence my daughter shal be thine.
And now what rests but in nights couerture,
Thy brother being careleslie encampt,
15 His souldiers lurking in the towne about,
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,
20 And breake we presentlie into his tent.
Cla. Why then lets on our waie in silent sort,
[♦] For Warwike and his friends God and saint George.
[♦] War. This is his tent, and see where his guard doth
Stand, Courage my souldiers, now or neuer,
25 But follow me now, and Edward shall be ours.
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
[30] Last, thou caldst me king?
War. I, but the case is altred now.
[♦] When you disgraste me in my embassage,
Then I disgraste you from being king,
And now am come to create you Duke of Yorke,
35 Alasse how should you gouerne anie kingdome,
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,
40 Edward in minde will beare himselfe a king.
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,
45 Ile come and tell thee what the ladie Bona saies,
[♦] And so for a while farewell good Duke of Yorke. Exeunt some with Edward.
[♦] Cla. What followes now, all hithertoo goes well,
[♦] But we must dispatch some letters to France,
To tell the Queene of our happy fortune,
[50] And bid hir come with speed to ioine with vs.
[♦] War. I thats the first thing that we have to doe,
And free king Henry from imprisonment,
And see him seated in his regall throne,
[♦] Come let vs haste awaie, and hauing past these cares,
55 Ile post to Yorke, and see how Edward fares. Exeunt Omnes.