3 WATCHMAN.
Ay, but give me worship and quietness;
I like it better than dangerous honour.
If Warwick knew in what estate he stands,
’Tis to be doubted he would waken him.
1 WATCHMAN.
Unless our halberds did shut up his passage.
2 WATCHMAN.
Ay, wherefore else guard we his royal tent
But to defend his person from night-foes?
Enter Warwick, George (Duke of Clarence), Oxford, Somerset and French Soldiers, silent all.
WARWICK.
This is his tent; and see where stand his guard.
Courage, my masters! Honour now or never!
But follow me, and Edward shall be ours.
1 WATCHMAN.
Who goes there?
2 WATCHMAN.
Stay, or thou diest.
[Warwick and the rest cry all, “Warwick! Warwick!” and set upon the guard, who fly, crying “Arm! Arm!” Warwick and the rest following them.]
The drum playing and trumpet sounding, enter Warwick, Somerset, and the rest, bringing the King out in his gown, sitting in a chair. Richard (Duke of Gloucester) and Hastings fly over the stage.
SOMERSET.
What are they that fly there?