War. Then gentle Clarence welcome vnto Warwike.
And welcome Summerset, I hold it cowardise,
[♦] To rest mistrustfull where a noble hart,
Hath pawnde an open hand in signe of loue,
10 Else might I thinke that Clarence, Edwards brother,
Were but a fained friend to our proceedings,
[♦] But welcome sweet Clarence my daughter shal be thine.
And now what rests but in nights couerture,
Thy brother being careleslie encampt,
15 His souldiers lurking in the towne about,