Mon. So God help Montague, as he proves true! Haft. And Haftings, as he favours Edward's Caufe! K. Edw. Now, brother Richard, will you stand by us? Glo. Ay, in despight of all that shall withstand you. K. Edw. Why fo. Then am I sure of victory. Now therefore let us hence, and lose no hour, 'Till we meet Warwick with his foreign Power. [Exe. Enter Warwick and Oxford, with French Soldiers. RUST me, my Lord, all hitherto goes well; The common people fwarm by numbers to us. War. T Enter Clarence and Somerset. But fee, where Somerfet and Clarence come; War. Then, gentle Clarence, welcome unto Warwick; Hath pawn'd an open hand in fign of love; night's overture.] The author muft, I think, have written night's coverture. For though overture, which fignifies firft an opening, then an offer, may likewife mean an opportunity, yet in an overture feems to be an improper phrafe. His Soldiers lurking in the * 6 Town about.] Dr. Thirlby advifed the reading Towns here; the Guard in the Scene immediately following fays, but why commands the King, That his chief Followers lodge in THEOBALD. We We may furprize and take him at our pleasure? With flight and manhood stole to Rhefus' Tents, [They all cry, Henry! SCENE IV. [Exeunt. Enter the Watchmen to guard the King's Tent. 1 Watch. Come on, my mafters, each man take his Stand: The King by this has fet him down to fleep. 2 Watch. What, will he not to bed? 1 Watch. Why, no; for he hath made a folemn vow, Never to lie and take his natural Reft, Till Warwick or himfelf be quite fuppreft. 2 Watch. Tomorrow then, belike, thall be the day; If Warwick be fo near, as men report. 3 Watch. But fay, I pray, what Nobleman is that, That with the King here refteth in his tent? 1 Watch. 'Tis the Lord Haftings, the King's chiefest friend. 3 Watch. O, is it fo?-But why commands the King, That his chief followers lodge in towns about him, While he himself keepeth in the cold field? 2 Watch. 'Tis the more honour, because the more So we, well cover'd with the line may confirm the reading of 3 Watch. 3 Watch. Ay, but give me worship and quietnefs; I like it better than a dang'rous honour. If Warwick knew in what eftate he stands, 'Tis to be doubted, he would waken him. 1 Watch. Unless our halberds did fhut up his paffage. 2 Watch. Ay; wherefore elfe guard we this royal tent, But to defend his perfon from night-foes? Enter Warwick, Clarence, Oxford, Somerset, and French Soldiers, filent all. War. This is his tent; and fee, where ftands his guard. -Courage, my mafters: honour now, or never! I Watch. Who goes there? 2 Watch. Stay, or thou diest. [Warwick and the reft cry all, Warwick! Warwick! and fet upon the Guard; who fly, crying, Arms! Arms! Warwick and the rest following them. The Drum beating, and Trumpets founding. Enter Warwick, Somerfet, and the rest, bringing the King out in a gown, fitting in a chair; Glofter and Haitings flying over the Stage. Som. What are they that fly there? War. Richard and Haftings. Let them go, here is the Duke. K. Edw. The Duke! why, Warwick, when we parted, Thou call'dft me King? War. Ay, but the cafe is alter'd. When you difgrac'd me in my ambaffade, * And come now to create you Duke of York. * And come now to create you And come to new create you Duke of York, Duke of York.] Might we read with a flight alteration ? That That know not how to use ambassadors, K. Edw. Brother of Clarence, and art thou here too? Nay, then I fee, that Edward needs must down. Yet, Warwick, in defpight of all mifchance, Of thee thyfelf, 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 [Takes off his Crown. But Henry now fhall wear the English crown, King, And be true King, indeed; thou but the fhadow. See that forthwith Duke Edward be convey'd When I have fought with Pembroke and his fellows, Lewis and Lady Bona fent to him. -Now for a while farewell, good Duke of York. K. Edw. What fates impofe, that men must needs abide; It boots not to refift both wind and tide. [Exit King Edward led out. Oxf. What now remains, my Lords, for us to do, But march to London with our foldiers? War. Ay, that's the first thing that we have to do; To free King Henry from imprisonment, And fee him feated in the regal throne. [Exeunt. VOL. V. SCENE Riv. SCENE V. The Palace. Enter Rivers and the Queen. MAI ADAM, what makes you in this fudden change? Queen. Why, brother Rivers, are you yet to learn, Queen. No, but the lofs of his own royal perfon. Queen. Ay, almoft flain, for he is taken prisoner, For |