Are well foretold that danger lurks within.
K. Edw. Tush, man, abodements must not now affright us:
By fair or foul means we must enter in,
15 For hither will our friends repair to us.
[♦] Hast. My liege, I’ll knock once more to summon them.
Enter, on the walls, the Mayor of York and his Brethren.
[♦] May. My lords, we were forewarned of your coming,
And shut the gates for safety of ourselves;
For now we owe allegiance unto Henry.
20 K. Edw. But, master mayor, if Henry be your king,