[Exeunt some with King Henry.]
And, lords, towards Coventry bend we our course,
Where peremptory Warwick now remains.
The sun shines hot, and, if we use delay,
Cold biting winter mars our hoped-for hay.
RICHARD.
Away betimes, before his forces join,
And take the great-grown traitor unawares.
Brave warriors, march amain towards Coventry.
[Exeunt.]
ACT V
SCENE I. Coventry
Enter, Warwick, the Mayor of Coventry, two Messengers and others, upon the walls.
WARWICK.
Where is the post that came from valiant Oxford?
How far hence is thy lord, mine honest fellow?
1 MESSENGER.
By this at Dunsmore, marching hitherward.
WARWICK.
How far off is our brother Montague?
Where is the post that came from Montague?