I haue fought with Penbrooke his followers I le 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 that 's 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 I le post to Yorke and see how Edward fares Exeunt Omnes Enter Gloster Hastings and sir VVilliam Stanly Glo. Lord Hastings and 〈◊〉 VVilliam 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 be friends 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 Sheeld thee from Warwikes frowne And praie that I maie repossesse the crowne Now huntsman what will you doe Hunts Marrie my Lord I thinke I had as good Goe with you as tarrie heere to be hangde Edw. Come then le ts awaie with speed Exeunt Omnes Enter the Queene and the Lord Riuers Riuers Tel me good maddam why is your grace So paâ—â—â—onate of late Queen Why brother Riuers heare you not the newes Of that successe king Edward had of late Riu. Whatâ— losse of some pitcht battaile against Warwike Tush feare not faire Queen but cast those cares aside King Edwards noble mind his honours doth display And Warwike maie loose though then he got the day Queen If that were all my griefes were at an end But greater troubles will I â—â—arâ— befall Riu What is he taken prisoner by the foe To the danger of his royall person then Queen I thear 's my griefe king Edward is surprisde And led awaie as prisoner vnto Yorke Riu. The newes is passing strange I must confesse Yet comfort your selfe for Edward hath more friends Then Lancaster at this time must perceiue That some will set him in his throne againe Queen God grant they maie but gentle brother come And let me leane vpon thine arme a while Vntill I come vnto the sanctuaâ—ie There to preserue the fâ—uâ—t within my wombe K. Edwards seed true heire to Englands crowne Exit Enter Edward and Richard and Hastings with a troope of Hollanders Edw. Thus far from Belgia haue we past the seas And marcht from Raunspur hauen vnto Yorke But soft the gates are shut I like not this Rich. Sound vp the drum and call them to the wals Enter the Lord Maire of Yorke vpon the wals Mair My Lords we had notice of your comming And that 's the cause we stand vpon our garde An I shut the gates for to preserue the towne Henry now is king and we are sworne to him Edw. Why my Lord Maire if Henry be your king Edward I am sure at least is Duke of Yorke Mair Truth my Lord we know you for no lesse Edw I craue nothing but my Dukedome Rich. But when the Fox hath gotten in his head Hee le quicklie make the boâ—ie follow after Hast Why my Lord Maire what stand you vpon points Open the gates we are king Henries friends Mair Saie you so then I le open them presentlie Exit Maire Ri. By my â—aith a wise stout captain soone perswaded The Maire opens the dore and bâ—ings the keies in his hand Edw. So my Lord Maire these gates must not be shut But in the time of warre giue me the keies What feare not man for Edward will defend the towne and you despight of all your foes Enter sir Iohn Mountgommery with drumme and souldiers How now Richard who is this Rich. Brother this is sir Iohn Mountgommery A trustie friend vnlesse I be deceâ—ude Edw. Welcome sir Iohn Wherfore come you in armes Sir Iohn To helpe king Edward in this time of stormes As euerie loyall subiect ought to doe Edw. Thankes braue Mountgommery But I onlie claime my Dukedom Vntil iâ— please God to send the rest Sir Iohn Then saâ—e you wel Drum strike vp and let vs March away I came to serue a king and not a Duke Edw. Nay staâ—e sir Iohn and let vs first debate With what security we maie doe this thing Sir Iohn What stand you on debating to be briefe Except you presently proclaime your selfe our king I le hence againe and keepe them backe that come to Succour you why should we fight when You pretend no title Rich Fie brother fie stand you vpon tearmes Resolue your selfe and let vs claime the crowne Edw. I am resolude once more to claime the crowne And win it too or else to loose my life Sir Iohn I now my soueraigne speaketh like himselfe And now will I be Edwards Champion Sound Trumpets for Edward shall be proclaimd Edward the fourth by the grace of God king of England and France and Lord of Ireland and whosoeuer gainsaâ—es king Edwards â—ight by this I challenge him to single sight long liue Edward the fourth All. Long liue Edward the fourth Edw. We thanke you all Lord Maire leade on the waie For this night wee le haâ—bour here in Yorke And then â—s eaâ—â—e as the morning sunne Lâ—ftes vp his beames aboue this hoâ—ison Wee le march to London to meete with VVarwike And pull salâ—e Henry from the Regall throne Exeunt Omnes Enter VVarwike and Clarence with the Crowne and then king Henry and Oxford and Summerset and the yong Earle of Richmond King Thus from the prison to this prince lie seat By Gods great mercies am I brought Againe Clarence and VVarwike doe you Keepe the crowne and gouerue and protect My realme in peace and I will spend the Remnant of my daies to sinnes rebuke And my Creators praise VVar. What answeres Clarence to his soueraignes will Cla. Clarencâ— agrees to what king Henry likes King My Lord of Summerset what prettie Boie is that you seeme to be so carefull of Sum And it please your grace it is youg Henry Earle of Richmond King Henry of Richmond Come hither pretie Ladde If heauenlie powers doe aime aright To my diuining thoughts thou pretie boy Shalt proue this Countries blisse Thy head is made to weare a princelie crowne Thy lookes are all repleat with Maiestie Make much of him my Lords For this is he shall helpe you more Then you are hurt by me Enter one
Cla. My Lord we thinke as Warvvike and Levves That are so slacke in iudgement that thei le take No offence at this suddaine marriage Edw. Suppose they doe they are but Levves and Warvvike and I am your king and Warvvikes And will be obaied Glo. And shall because our king but yet such Sudden marriages seldome proueth well Edw. Yea brother Richard are you against vs too Glo. Not I my Lord no God foreâ—end that I should Once gaine sâ—â—e your highnesse pleasure â— t were a pittie to sunder them that yoake so wel togither Edw. 〈◊〉 your skornes and your dislikes aside Shew me some reasons why the Ladie Gray Mare not be my loue and Englands Queene Speake freelie Clarence Gloster Montague and Hastings Cla. My Lord then this is my opinion That Warwike beeing dishonored in his embassage Doth seeke reuenge to quite his iniuries Glo. And Levves in regard of his sisters wrongs Doth â—oine with Warwike to supplant your state Edw. Suppose that Lewiâ— and Warwike be appeasâ— By such meanes as I can best deuise Mont. But yet to haue ioind with France in this Alliance would more haue strengthened this out Common wealth gainst â—orâ—aâ—â—e stormes Then anie hâ—me bred marriage Hast Let England be true within it selfe We need not France not any alliance with them Clâ— For this 〈◊〉 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 Bonsield and left your Brothers to go seeke elsewhere but in Your madnes you butie brotherhood Edw Alasse poore Clarence is it for a wife That thou art mal-content Why man be of good cheere I will prouide thee one Cla. Naie you plaide the broker soâ—ll for your selfe That you shall giue me leaue to make my Choise as I thinke good â—nd 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 〈◊〉 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. Forthcare my loue to â—iwne vpon their frownes For thee they must obay 〈◊〉 shall obâ—â—â— And if they looke for fauour at my hands Mont. My Lord heere is the messenger returnâ— from France Enter a Messenger Edw. Now sâ—â—a What letters or what newâ—â—â— Mes No letters my Lord and such 〈…〉 without your highnesse speciall pardon I dare not â—â—late Edw. We pardon thee and as neere as thou canst Tell me What said Lewis to our letters Mes At my depaâ—tute these were his vetie 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 quâ—th she in hope hee le proue a widdower shortly I le 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 be like she meanes to plaâ—e 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 I le vncrowne him erâ—â— 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 〈◊〉 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 Follo v me Exit Clarence and Summerset 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 I le march to meet proud Warwike ere he land Those stragling troopes which he hath got in France But ere I 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 le ts march awaie Exeunt Omnes Enter Warwike and Oxford with souldiers War Trust me my Lords all hitherto goes well The common people by numbers swaâ—me 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 Summerset 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 nundes And breake we presentlie into his tent Cla. Why then le ts 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 shes Oxf Who goes there War Richard and Hastings let them go heere is the Duke 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 â—rom being king And now am come to create yoâ— Duke of Yorke Alasâ—e how should you gouerne anie kingdome That knowes not how to vse embassadors Nor how to vse your brothers brotherlie Noâ—how to shâ—owd your selfe from enimies Edw. Well Warwike let fortune doe her worst Edward in mind will beare himselfe a king War Then for his minde be Edward Englands king But Henry now shall weare the English crowne Go conuaie him to our brother archbishop of Yorke And when
kingdome saie For eâ—ther that is thine or else thou wert not his Enter the Earle of Warwike Montague with drum ancient and souldiers War How now faire Lords what sare what newes abroad Rich. Ah Warwike should we report the balefull Nâ—â—â—◠〈◊〉 at each words deliuerance stab poinyardes In our flesh till all were told the words would adde More 〈◊〉 then the wounds Ah valiant Lord the Duke of Yorke is slaine Edw. Ah Warwike Warwike that Plantagenet Which held thee deere I euen an his soules redemption Is by the â—â—â—â—ne L. Clifford done to death War Ten daiâ—s a go I drownd those newes in teares And now to adde more measure to your woes I come to tell you things since then befalne After the bloudie fraie at Wakefield fought Where your braue father breath'd his latest gaspe Tidings as swiflie as the post could runne Was brought me of your losse and his departure I then in London keeper of the King Mustred my souldâ—ers gathered flockes of friends And verie vvell appointed as I thought Marcht to saint Albons to entercept the Queene Bearing the King in my behalfe along For by my scoutes I was aduertised That she was comming with a full intent To dash your late decree in parliament Touching king Henries heires and your succession Short tale to make we at Saint Albons met Our battel 's ioinde and both sides fiercelie fought But whether t was the coldnesse of the king He lookt full gentlie on his warlike Queene That robde my souldiers of their heated spleene Or whether t was report of his successe Or more then common feare of Cliffords rigor Who thunders to his captaines bloud and death I cannot tell But to conclude with truth Their weapons like to lightnings went and came Our souldiers like the might Owles lasie flight Or like an idle thresher with a â—laile Fel gentlie downe as if they smote their friends I cheerd them vp with iustice of the cause With promise of hie paie and great rewardes But all in vaine they had no harts to fight Nor we in them no hope to win the daie So that We fled The king vnto the Queene Lord George your brother Norffolke and my selfe In hast post hast are come to ioine with you For in the marches here we heard you were Making another head to fight againe Edw. Thankes gentle Warwike How farre hence is the Duke with his power And when came George from Burgundie to England War Some fiue miles off the Duke is with his power But as for your brother he was latelie sent From your kind Aunt Duches of Burgundie With aide of souldiers gainst this needfull warre Rich. T was ods belike when valiant Warwike fled Oft haue I heard thy praises in pursute But nere till now thy scandall of retire War Nor now my scandall Richard dost thou heare For thou shalt know that thâ—s right hand of mine Can plucke the Diadem from â—aint Henries head And wring the awefull scepter from his fist Were he as famous and as bold in warre As he is famde for mildnesse peace and praier Rich. I know it well Lord Warwike blame me not T was loue I bare thy glories made me speake But in this troublous time what 's to be done Shall we gothrow away our coates of steele And clad our bodies in blacke mourning gownes Numbring our Auemaries with our beades Or shall we on the helmets of our foes Tell our deuotion with reuengefull armes If for the last saie I and to it Lords War Why therefore Warwike came to find â— you out And therefore comes my brother Montague Attend me Lords the proud insulting Queene With Clifford and the haught Northumberland And of their feather manie mo proud birdes Haue wrought thâ— easie melting king like waxe He sware consent to your succession His oath inrolled in the Parliament But now to London all the crew are gone To frustrate his oath or what besides May make against the house of Lancaster Thâ—iâ— power I gesse them fifty thousand strong Now if the helpe of Norffolke and my selfe Can but amount to 48. thousand With all the friendes that thou braue earle of March Among the louing Welshmen canst procure Why via To London will we march amaine And once againe beâ—â—â—ide our foming steedes And once againe crie charge vpon the foe But neuer once againe turne backe and flâ—e Rich. I now me thinkes I heare great Warwike speake Nere maie he liue to see a sunshine daie That cries râ—tire when Warwike bids him stay Edw. Lord Warwike on thy shoulder will I leane And when thou faints must Edward fall Which perill heauen forefend War No longer Earle of March but Duke of Yorke The next degree is Englands royall king And king of England and shalt thou be proclaimde In euery burrough as we passe along And he that casts not vp his cap for ioie Shall for the offence make forfeit of his head King Edward valiant Richard Montague Stay we no longer dreaming of renowne But forward to effect these resolutions Enâ—er a Messenger Mes The Duke of Norffolke sends you word by me The Queene is comming with a puissant power And craues your companie for speedie councell War Why then it sorts braue Lordes Le ts march away Exeunt Omnes Enter the King and Queene Prince Edward and the Northerne Earles with drum and Souldiers Quee. Welcome my Lord to this braue town of York Yonder 's the head of that ambitious enemie That sought to be impaled with your crowne Doth not the obiect please your eie my Lord King Euen as the rockes please them that feare their wracke Withhold reuenge deare God t is not my fault Nor wittinglie haue I infringde my vow Clif My gratious Lord this too much lenitie And harmefull pittie must be laid aside To whom do Lyons cast their gentle lookes Not to the beast that would vsurpe his den Whose hand is that the sauage Beare doth licke Not his that spoiles his young before his face Whose â—â—apâ—s the lurking serpentes mortall sting Not he that sets his foot vpon her backe The smallest worme will turne being troden on And Doues will pecke in rescue of their broode Ambitious Yorke did leuell at thy Crowne Thou smiling while he knit his angrie browes He but a Duke would haue his sonne a king And raise his issue like a louing sire Thou being a king blest with a goodlie sonne Didst giue consent to disinherit him Which argude thee a most vnnaturall father Vnreasonable creatures feed their yong And though mans face be fearefull to their eies Yet in protect on of their tender ones Who hath not seene them euen with those same wings Which they haue sometime vsde in fearefull flight Make warre with him that climes vnto their nest Offring their owne liues in their yongs defence For shame my Lord make them your president Were it not pittie that this goodlie boy should lose his birth right through his fathers fault And long hereafter saie vnto his child