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Glo. And Levves in regard of his sisters wrongs, Doth ioine with Warwike to supplant your state.

Edw. Suppose that Lewis and Warwike be appeasd, By such meanes as I can best deuise.

Mont. But yet to have ioind with France in this
Alliance, would more haue strengthened this our
Common wealth, gainst forraine stormes,
Then anie home bred marriage.

Hast. Let England be true within it selfe,
We need not France nor any alliance with them.

Cla. For this one speech the Lord Hastings wel deserues, To haue the daughter and heire of the Lord Hungerford.

Edw. And what then? It was our will it should be

so ?

Cla. I, and for such a thing too the Lord Scales
Did well deserue at your hands, to haue the
Daughter of the Lord Bonfield, and left your
Brothers to go seeke elsewhere, but in
Your madnes, you burie brotherhood.

Edw. Alasse poore Clarence, is it for a wife,
That thou art mal-content,
Why man be of good cheere, Ile prouide thee one.

Cla. Naie you plaide the broker so ill for your selfe,
That you shall giue me leaue to make my
Choise as I thinke good, and to that intent,
I shortlie meane to leaue you.

Edw. Leaue me or tarrie I am full resolu'd
Edward will not be tied to his brothers wils.

Queen. My Lords doe me but right, and you must Confesse, before it pleasd his highnesse to aduance My state to title of a Queene,

That I was not ignoble in my birth.

Edw. Forbeare my loue to fawne vpon their frownes,

For thee they must obay, naie shall obaie,
And if they look for fauour at my hands.

Mont. My Lord, heere is the messenger returnd from France.

Enter a Messenger.

Ed. Now sirra, What letters or what newes?

Mes. No letters my Lord, and such newes, as without your highnesse speciall pardon I dare not relate.

Edw. We pardon thee, and as neere as thou canst Tell me, What said Lewis to our letters?

Mes. At my departure these were his verie words.
Go tell false Edward thy supposed king,

That Lewis of France is sending ouer Maskers,
To reuill it with him and his new bride.

Edw. Is Lewis so braue, belike he thinkes me Henry. But what said Lady Bona to these wrongs?

Mes. Tel him quoth she, in hope heele proue a widower shortly, Ile weare the willow garland for his sake.

Edw. She had the wrong, indeed she could saie Little lesse. But what saide Henries Queene, for as I heare, she was then in place?

Mes. Tell him quoth shee my mourning weeds be Doone, and I am readie to put armour on.

Edw. Then belike she meanes to plaie the Amazon. But what said Warwike to these iniuries ?

Mes. He more incensed then the rest my Lord, Tell him quoth he, that he hath done me wrong, And therefore Ile vncrowne him er't be long.

Ed. Ha, Durst the traytor breath out such proude words? But I will arme me to preuent the worst. But what is Warwike friendes with Margaret?

Mes. I my good Lord, theare so linkt in friendship, That young Prince Edward marries Warwikes daughter. Cla. The elder, belike Clarence shall haue the Yonger. All you that loue me and Warwike

Follow me.


Edw. Clarence and Summerset fled to Warwike.
What saie you brother Richard, will you stand to vs?
Glo. I my Lord, in despight of all that shall
Withstand you. For why hath Nature
Made me halt downe right, but that I
Should be valiant and stand to it, for if
I would, I cannot runne awaie.

Edw. Penbrooke, go raise an armie presentlie, Pitch vp my tent, for in the field this night

I meane to rest, and on the morrow morne,
Ile march to meet proud Warwike ere he land
Those stragling troopes which he hath got in France.
But ere
goe Montague and Hastings,
You of all the rest are neerest allied

In bloud to Warwike, therefore tell me, if

You fauour him more then me or not:
Speake truelie, for I had rather haue you open
Enemies, then hollow friends.

Monta. So God helpe Montague as he proues true.
Hast. And Hastings as hee fauours Edwards cause.
Edw. It shall suffice, come then lets march awaie.

[Exeunt Omnes

Enter WARWIKE and OXFORD, with souldiers.
War. Trust me my Lords all hitherto goes well,
The common people by numbers swarme to vs,
But see where Sommerset and Clarence comes,
Speake suddenlie my Lords, are we all friends ?

Cla. Feare not that my Lord.

War. Then gentle Clarence welcome vnto Warwike.
And welcome Sommerset, I hold it cowardise,
To rest mistrustfull where a noble hart,
Hath pawnde an open hand in signe of loue,
Else might I thinke that Clarence, Edwards brother,
Were but a fained friend to our proceedings,

But welcome sweet Clarence my daughter shal be thine.
And now what rests but in nights couerture,
Thy brother being careleslie encampt,

His souldiers lurking in the towne about,
And but attended by a simple guarde,

We maie surprise and take him at our pleasure,
Our skouts haue found the aduenture verie easie,
Then crie king Henry with resolued mindes,
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,
But follow me now, and Edward shall be ours.
All. A Warwike, a Warwike.

Alarmes, and GLOSTER and HASTINGS flies.

Oxf. Who goes there?

War. Richard and Hastings let them go, heere is the


Edw. The Duke, why Warwike when we parted Last, thou caldst me king?

War. I, but the case is altred now.
When you disgraste me in my embassage,
Then I disgraste you from being king,

And now am come to create you Duke of Yorke,
Alasse how should you gouerne anie kingdome,
That knowes not how to vse embassadors,
Nor how to vse your brothers brotherlie,
Nor how to shrowd your selfe from enimies.

Edw. Well Warwike, let fortune doe her worst,
Edward in minde will beare himselfe a king.

War. Then for his minde be Edward England's king,
But Henry now shall weare the English crowne.
Go conuaie him to our brother archbishop of Yorke,

And when I haue fought with Penbrooke & his followers,
Ile come and tell thee what the ladie Bona saies,
And so for a while farewell good Duke of Yorke,
[Exeunt some with EDWARD.
Cla. What followes now, all hithertoo goes well,
But we must dispatch some letters to France,
To tell the Queene of our happy fortune,
And bid hir come with speed to ioine with vs.

War. I thats the first thing that we haue to doe,
And free king Henry from imprisonment,

And see him seated in his regall throne,
Come let vs haste awaie, and hauing past these cares,
Ile post to Yorke, and see how Edward fares.

[Exeunt Omnes.


Glo. Lord Hastings, and sir William Stanly,
Know that the cause I sent for you is this.
I looke my brother with a slender traine,
Should come a hunting in this forrest heere.
The Bishop of Yorke befriends him much,
And lets him vse his pleasure in the chase,
Now I haue priuilie sent him word,
How I am come with you to rescue him,
And see where the huntsman and he doth come.

Enter EDWARD and a Huntsman.

Hunts. This waie my Lord the deere is gone, Edw. No this waie huntsman, see where the Keepers stand. Now brother and the rest, What, are you prouided to depart?

Glo. I, I, the horse stands at the parke corner, Come, to Linne, and so take shipping into Flanders. Edw. Come then: Hastings, and Stanlie, I will Requite your loues. Bishop farewell,

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