I like it better than a dangerous honour.
If Warwick knew in what estate he stands,
’Tis to be doubted he would waken him.
20 First Watch. Unless our halberds did shut up his passage.
[♦] Second Watch. Ay, wherefore else guard we his royal tent,
[♦] But to defend his person from night-foes?
Enter WARWICK, CLARENCE, OXFORD, SOMERSET, and French soldiers, silent all.
[♦] War. This is his tent; and see where stand his guard.
Courage, my masters! honour now or never!
25 But follow me, and Edward shall be ours.