PRINCE EDWARD.
My gracious father, by your kingly leave,
I’ll draw it as apparent to the crown,
And in that quarrel use it to the death.
CLIFFORD.
Why, that is spoken like a toward prince.
Enter a Messenger.
MESSENGER.
Royal commanders, be in readiness;
For with a band of thirty thousand men
Comes Warwick, backing of the Duke of York,
And in the towns, as they do march along,
Proclaims him king, and many fly to him.
Darraign your battle, for they are at hand.
CLIFFORD.
I would your highness would depart the field.
The Queen hath best success when you are absent.
QUEEN MARGARET.
Ay, good my lord, and leave us to our fortune.
KING HENRY.
Why, that’s my fortune too; therefore I’ll stay.
NORTHUMBERLAND.
Be it with resolution then to fight.
PRINCE EDWARD.
My royal father, cheer these noble lords,
And hearten those that fight in your defence.
Unsheathe your sword, good father; cry “Saint George!”
March. Enter Edward, George, Richard, Warwick, Norfolk, Montague and Soldiers.