Enter King Edward, Richard (Duke of Gloucester) and Soldiers.
KING EDWARD.
Seize on the shame-faced Henry, bear him hence,
And once again proclaim us King of England.
You are the fount that makes small brooks to flow.
Now stops thy spring; my sea shall suck them dry
And swell so much the higher by their ebb.
Hence with him to the Tower. Let him not speak.
[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?