cdb SCENE II. A plain in Warwickshire.
Enter WARWICK and OXFORD, with French soldiers.
[♦] War. Trust me, my lord, all hitherto goes well;
[♦] The common people by numbers swarm to us.
[♦] But see where Somerset and Clarence comes!
Speak suddenly, my lords, are we all friends?
Enter CLARENCE and SOMERSET.
[5] Clar. Fear not that, my lord.
War. Then, gentle Clarence, welcome unto Warwick;
And welcome, Somerset: I hold it cowardice