SCENE III. Edward’s Camp near Warwick
Enter three Watchmen to guard the King’s tent.
1 WATCHMAN.
Come on, my masters, each man take his stand.
The King by this is set him down to sleep.
2 WATCHMAN.
What, will he not to bed?
1 WATCHMAN.
Why, no; for he hath made a solemn vow
Never to lie and take his natural rest
Till Warwick or himself be quite suppressed.
2 WATCHMAN.
Tomorrow, then, belike shall be the day,
If Warwick be so near as men report.
3 WATCHMAN.
But say, I pray, what nobleman is that
That with the King here resteth in his tent?
1 WATCHMAN.
’Tis the Lord Hastings, the King’s chiefest friend.
3 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?
2 WATCHMAN.
’Tis the more honour, because more dangerous.