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Nor how to be contented with one Wife,
Nor how to use your Brothers brotherly,
Now how to study for the People's Welfare,
Nor how to skrowd your self from Enemies.
K. Edw. Yea, Brother of Clarence,

Art thou here too?

Nay then I fee, that Edward must needs down.
Yet Warwick, in despight of all Mifchance,
Of thee thy felf, and all thy Complices,
Edward will always bear himself as King:
Though Fortune's Malice overthrow my State,
My Mind exceeds the Compass of her Wheel.

War. Then for his Mind be Edward England's King.

[Takes off his Crown.

But Henry now shall wear the English Crown,
And be true King indeed; thou but a Shadow.
My Lord of Somerset, at my request,
See that forthwith Duke Edward be convey'd
Unto my Brother Archbishop of York:

When I have fought with Pembrook, and bis Fellows,

I'll follow you, and tell what answer

Lewis and the Lady Bona send to him.

Now for a while farewel good Duke of York.

[They lead him out forcibly.

K. Edw. What Fates impose, that Men must needs abide; Exeunt.

It boots not to refift both Wind and Tide.

Oxf. What now remains, my Lords, for us to do,

But march to London with our Soldiers?

War. Ay, that's the first thing that we have to do,

To free King Henry from Imprisonment,
And fee him seated in the Regal Throne.

Enter Rivers, and the Lady Gray.

[Exeunt.

Riv. Madam, what makes you in this sudden change?

La. Gray. Why Brother Rivers, are you yet to learn

What late Misfortune has befaln King Edward?
Riv. What! loss of some pitcht Battel

Against Warwick?

La. Gray. No, but the loss of his own Royal Perfon.
Riv. Then is my Sovereign flain ?

La. Gray. Ay, almost slain, for he is taken Prisorer.

Either betray'd by falshood of his Guard,

Or

Or by his Foe surpriz'd at unawares:
And as I further have to understand,
Is now committed to the Bishop of York.
Fell Warwick's Brother, and by that our Foe.

Riv. These News I must confefs are full of Grief:

Yet, gracious Madam, bear it as you may,
Warwick may lofe, that now hath won the Day.

La. Gray. Till then fais hope must hinder Life's decay.
And I the father wean me from Defpair
For love of Edward's Off-spring in my Womb:
This is it that makes me bridle in my Passion,
And bear with mildness my Misfortune cross:
Ay, ay, for this I draw in many a Tear,
And stop the rifing of Blood-fucking Sighs,
Lest with my Sighs or Tears, I blast or drown
King Edward's Fruit, true Heir to th'English Crown.
Riv. But Madam,

Where is Warwick then become?

La. Gray. I am inform'd that he comes towards London,
To set the Crown once more on Henry's Head:
Guess thou the rest, King Edward's Friends must down.
But to prevent the Tyrant's Violence,

For trust not him that hath once broken Faith,

I'll hence forthwith unto the Sanctuary,

To save, at leaft, the Heir of Edward's Right;
There shall I rest secure from force and fraud:

Come therefore let us fly, while we may fly,

If Warwick take us, we are sure to die.

[Exeunt.

Enter Gloucester, Lord Hastings, and Sir William Stanley.

Glo. Now my Lord Hastings, and Sir William Stanley,

Leave off to wonder why I drew you hither,

Into this chiefest Thicket of the Park.

Thus stands the Cafe; you know your King, my Brother,
Is Prifoner to the Bishop here, at whose Hards

He hath good Ufage, and great Liberty,
And often but attended with weak Guard,
Comes hunting this way to disport himself.
I have advertis'd him by secret Means,
That if about this hour he make this way,
Under the colour of his usual Game,

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He shall here find his Friends with Horse and Men,
To set him free from his Captivity.

Enter King Edward, and a Huntsman with him.
Hunt. This way, my Lord,
For this way lyes the Game.

K. Edw. Nay this way, Man,
See where the Huntsmen stand.
Now Brother of Glo'ster, Lord Hastings and the rest,
Stand you thus close to steal the Bishop's Deer ?
Glo. Brother the time and cafe requireth haste.

Your Horse stands ready at the Park-corner.
K. Edw. But whither shall we then ?

Haft. To Lyn, my Lord,

And ship from thence to Flanders.

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Glo. Well guest, believe me, for that was my meaning.

K. Edw. Stanley, I wil requite thy forwardness.

Glo. But wherefore stay we? 'tis no time to talk.

K. Edw. Huntiman, what fay'st thou ?

Wilt thou go along?

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Hunt. Better do so, than tarry and be hang'd.
Glo. Come then away, let's ha' no more ado.
K. Edw. Bishop farewel,

Shield thee from Warwick's frown,

And pray that I may repossess the Crown.
[Exeunt.
Enter King Henry, Clarence, Warwick, Somerset, young
Richmond, Oxford, Mountague, and Lieutenant of the Tower.
K. Henry. Mr. Lieutenant, now that God and Friends

Have haken Edward from the Regal Seat,

And turn'd my captive State to liberty,

My fear to hope, my forrows unto joys,
At our enlargement what are thy due Fees?

Lien. Subjects may challenge nothing of their Sov'raigns,

But, if an humble Prayer may prevail,
I then crave pardon of you Majesty.

K. Henry. For what, Lieutenant? For well using me?
Nay, be thou sure, I'll well requite thy kindness,
For that it made my Imprisonment a Pleasure:
Ay, fuch a Pleasure, as incaged Birds
Conceive; when after many moody thoughts,
At last, by Notes of Houshold harmony,
They quite forget their loss of Liberty.

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But Warwick, after God, thou fett'st me free,
And chiefly therefore, I thank God, and thee:
He was the Author, thou the Instrument.
Therefore that I may conquer Fortune's spight,
By living low, where Fortune cannot hurt me,
And that the People of this blessed Land
May not be punish'd with my thwarting Stars,
Warwick, although my Head still wear the Crown,
I here resign my Government to thee,
For thou art fortunate in all thy Deeds.

War. Your Grace hath still been fam'd for virtuous,

And now may feem as wife as virtuous,
By spying and avoiding Fortune's Malice,
For few Men rightly temper with the Stars:
Yet in this one thing let me blame your Grace,
For chusing me, when Clarence is in place.

Clar. No, Warwick, thou art worthy of the sway,
To whom the Heav'ns in thy Nativity,
Adjudg'd an Olive Branch, and Lawrel Crown,
As likely to be blest in Peace and War:
And therefore I yield thee my free consent.

War. And I chuse Clarence only for Protector.

K. Henry. Warwick and Clarence, give me both your Hands. Now join your Hands, and with your Hands, your Hearts, That no dissention hinder Government:

I make you both Protectors of this Land,
While I my felf will lead a private Life,
And in Devotion spend my latter Days,
To fins rebuke, and my Creator's praise.

War. What answers Clarence to his Soveraign's Will?
Clar. That he consents, if Warwick yield consent,

For on thy fortune I repose my self.

War. Why then, though loath, yet must I be content:

We'll yoak together, like a double shadow
To Henry's Body, and supply his Place;
I mean, in bearing weight of Government,
While he enjoys the honour, and his ease.
And Clarence, now then it is more than needful
Forthwith that Edward be pronounc'd a Traitor,
And all his Lands and Goods confiscated.

Clar.

Clar. What else? and that Succeffion be determined. War. Ay, therein Clarence shall not want his part.

K. Henry. But with the first, of all our chief Affairs, Let me intreat, for I command no more,

That Margaret your Queen, and my Son Edward,
Be fent for, to return from France with speed:
For 'till I see them here, by doubtful fear,

My joy of liberty is half eclips'd.

Clar. It shall be done, my Soveraign, with all speed.
K. Henry. My Lord of Somerset, what Youth is that,

Of whom you seem to have so tender care ?
Som. My Liege, it is young Henry, Earl of Richmond.
K. Henry. Come hither, England's Hope:

[Lays his Hand on his Head.

If fecret Powers suggest but truth
To my divining Thoughts,

This pretty Lad will prove our Country's blifs.
His looks are full of peaceful Majefty,
His Head by Nature fram'd to wear a Crown,
His Hand to wield a Scepter, and himself
Likely in time to bless a Regal Throne :
Make much of him, my Lords; for this is he
Must help you more, than you are hurt by me.

Enter a Poft.

War. What news, my Friend?

Poft. That Edward is escaped from your Brother,

And fled, as he hears fince, to Burgundy.

War. Unfavory news; but how made he escape?

Poft. He was convey'd by Richard, Duke of Glo'ster,

And the Lord Hastings, who attended him

In fecret ambush, on the Forest side,

And from the Bishop's Huntsmen rescu'd him:
For Hunting was his daily Exercise.

War. My Brother was too careless of his charge.

But let us hence, my Soveraign, to provide
A Salve for any Sore, that may betide.

Manet Somerset, Richmond, and Oxford.

[Exeunt.

Som. My Lord, I like not of this flight of Edward's:

For doubtless Burgundy will yield him help,
And we shall have more Wars before't be long.

As Henry's late prefaging Prophecy

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