And but attended by a simple guarde,
We maie surprise and take him at our pleasure,
Our skouts have found the aduenture very easie,
Then crie king Henry with resolued mindes,
20 And breake we presentlie into his tent.
Cla. Why then lets on our waie in silent sort,
[♦] For Warwike and his friends God and saint George.
[♦] War. This is his tent, and see where his guard doth
Stand, Courage my souldiers, now or neuer,
25 But follow me now, and Edward shall be ours.