K. Edw. Tush Man, aboadments must noť now af. fright us:

By fair or foul means we must enter in,

For hither will our Friends repair to us.

Haft. My Liege, I'll knock once more to fummon them.
Enter on the Walls, the Mayor of York, and his Brethren.
Mayor. My Lords,

We were fore-warned of your coming,

And fhut the Gates, for fafety of our selves;

For now we owe Allegiance unto Henry.

K. Edw. But, Mafter Mayor, if Henry be your King, Yet Edward, at the leaft, is Duke of York.

Mayer. True, my good Lord, I know you for no lefs. K. Edw. Why, and I challenge nothing but my Dukedom, As being well content with that alone.

Glo. But when the Fox has once got in his Nofe, He'll foon find means to make the Body follow. [Afide. Haft. Why, Mafter Mayor, why stand you in a doubt? Open the Gates, we are King Henry's Friends. Mayor. Ay, fay you fo? the Gates fhall then be opened. [He defcends. Glo. A wife ftout Captain, and foon perfuaded. Haft. The good old Man would fain that all were well, So 'twere not long of him; but being entred, I doubt not I, but we fhall foon perfwade Both him and all his Brothers, unto Reafon.

Enter the Mayor, and two Aldermen. K. Edw. So, Mafter Mayor; these Gates must not be shut, But in the Night, or in the time of War.

What, fear not Man, but yield me up the Keys,

[Takes his Keys.

For Edward will defend the Town, and thee,
And all those Friends, that deign to follow me.
March. Enter Montgomery, with Drum and Soldiers.
Glo. Brother, this is Sir John Montgomery,

Our trufty Friend, unless 1 be deceiv'd.

K. Edw. Welcome, Sir John; but why come you in Arms?
Mont. To help King Edward in his time of storm,

As every Loyal Subject ought to do.

X. Edy.

K. Edw. Thanks, good Montgomery:

But we now forget our Title to the Crown,
And only claim our Dukedom,

'Till God please to send the reft.

Mont. Then fare you well, for I will hence again, I came to ferve a King, and not a Duke: Drummer strike up, and let us March away.

[The Drum begins a March.
K. Edw. Nay ftay, Sir John, a while, and we'll debate
By what fafe means the Crown may be recover'd.
Mont. What talk you of debating? in few Words,
If you'll not here proclaim your felf our King,
I'll leave you to your Fortune, and be gone,
To keep them back, that come to fuccour you.
Why fhall we fight, if you pretend no Title?

Glo. Why Brother, wherefore ftand you on nice points?
K. Edw. When we grow stronger,

Then we'll make our Claim:

'Till then, 'tis Wifdom to conceal our meaning.

Haft. Away with fcrupulous Wit, now Arms muft rule. Glo. And fearless Minds climb fooneft unto Crowns. Brother, we will proclaim you out of hand, The bruit thereof will bring you many Friends.

K. Edw. Then be it as you will; for 'tis my right, And Henry but ufurps the Diadem.

Mont. Ay, now my Soveraign fpeaketh like himself, And now will I be Edward's Champion.

Haft Sound Trumpet, Edward fhall be here proclaim'd: Come, fellow Soldier, make thou Proclamation. [Flourish. Sold. Edward the Fourth, by the Grace of God, King of England and France, and Lord of Ireland, &c.

Mont. And whofoe'er gain-fays King Edward's right, But this I challenge him to fingle Fight.

[Throws down his Gauntlet,

All. Long live Edward the Fourth.
K.Edw. Thanks, brave Montgomery ;

And thanks unto you all.

If Fortune serve me, I'll requite this Kindness.
Now for this Night, let's harbour here at York:

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And

'And when the Morning Sun fhall raise his Car
Above the Border of this Horizon,

We'll forward towards Warwick, and his Mates;
For well I wot, that Henry is no Soldier.
Ah froward Clarence, how evil it befeems thee,
To flatter Henry, and forfake thy Brother?
Yet as we may, w'll meet both thee and Warwick.
Come on brave Soldiers; doubt not of the Day,
And that once gotten, doubt not of large pay.

[Exeunt.

Enter King Henry, Warwick, Montague, Clarence, Ox ford, and Somerfet.

War. What Counfel, Lords? Edward from Belgia,
With hafty Germans, and blunt Hollanders,
Hath pafs'd in fafety through the narrow Seas,
And with his Troops doth march amain to London,
And many giddy People flock to him.

K. Henry. Let's levy Men, and beat him back again.
Clar. A little Fire is quickly trodden out,
Which being fuffer'd, Rivers cannot quench.
War. In Warwickshire I have true-hearted Friends,
Not mutinous in Peace, yet bold in War,
Those will I mufter up; and thou, Son Clarence,
Shalt fir up in Suffolk, Norfolk, and in Kent,
The Knights and Gentlemen to come with thee.
Thou Brother Montague, in Buckingham,
Northampton, and in Leicestershire shalt find
Men well inclin'd to hear what thou command'st.
And thou, brave Oxford, wondrous well belov'd,
In Oxfordshire fhalt mufter up thy Friends.
My Soveraign, with the loving Citizens,
Like to his Ifland, girt with the Ocean,
Or modeft Dian, circled with her Nymphs,
Shall reft in London, 'till we come to him:
Fair Lords take leave, and ftand not to reply.
Farewel my Soveraign,

K. Henry. Farewel my Hector, and my Troy's true hope.

Clar

Clar. In fign of truth, I kiss your Highness Hand. K Henry. Well-minded Clarence, be thou fortunate. Mont. Comfort, my Lord, and fo I take my leave, Oxf. And thus I feal my Truth, and bid adieu. K. Henry. Sweet Oxford, and my loving Montague, And all at once, once more a happy farewel. War. Farewel, fweet Lords, let's meet at Coventry.

[Exeuns K. Henry, Here at the Palace will I reft a while. Coufin of Exeter, what thinks your Lordship? Methinks, the Power that Edward hath in Field, Should not be able to encounter mine.

Exe. The doubt is, that he will feduce the rest.

K. Henry. That's not my fear, my meed hath got me fame:

I have not stopt mine Ears to their demands,
Nor pofted off their Suits with flow delays,
My pity hath been Balm to heal their Wounds,
My mildnefs hath allay'd their fwelling Griefs,
My mercy dry'd their water flowing Tears.
I have not been defirous of their Wealth,
Nor much oppreft them with great Subfidies,
Nor forward of Revenge, though they much err'd..
Then why fhould they love Edward more than me?.
No, Exeter, thefe Graces challenge Grace:
And when the Lion fawns upon the Lamb,

The Lamb will never cease to follow him.

[Shout within. A Lancaster! a Lancaster! Exe. Hark, hark, my Lord, what Shouts are these?

Enter King Edward and his Soldiers

K. Edw. Seize on the fhame-fac'd Henry, bear him hence,

And once again proclaim us King of England.

You are the Fount, that make fmall Brooks to flow,
Now ftops thy Spring, my Sea fhall fuck them dry.
And fwell fo much the higher, by their ebbb.

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Hence

Hence with him to the Tower, let him not speak.

[Exit with King Henry. And Lords, towards Coventry bend we our Course, Where peremptory Warwick now remains: The Sun fhines hot, and if we use delay, Cold biting Winter mars our hop'd-for Hay.

Glo. Away betimes before his Forces join, And take the great grown Traitor unawares: Brave Warriors, march amain towards Coventry.

[Exeunt.

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