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Reference: q2r - Histories, p. 167

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The third Part of King Henry the Sixt. Rich.
[2335]
But when the Fox hath once got in his Nose, Hee'le soone finde meanes to make the Body follow.
Hast. Why, Master Maior, why stand you in a doubt? Open the Gates, we are King Henries friends. Maior. I, say you so? the Gates shall then be opened. He descends. Rich.
[2340]
A wise stout Captaine, and soone perswaded.
Hast. The good old man would faine that all were wel, So 'twere not long of him: but being entred, I doubt not I, but we shall soone perswade Both him, and all his Brothers, vnto reason. Enter the Maior, and two Aldermen. Edw.
[2345]
So, Master Maior: these Gates must not be shut, But in the Night, or in the time of Warre. What, feare not man, but yeeld me vp the Keyes, Takes his Keyes. For Edward will defend the Towne, and thee, And all those friends, that deine to follow mee.
March. Enter Mountgomerie, with Drumme and Souldiers. Rich.
[2350]
Brother, this is Sir Iohn Mountgomerie, Our trustie friend, vnlesse I be deceiu'd.
Edw. Welcome Sir Iohn: but why come you in Armes? Mount. To helpe King Edward in his time of storme, As euery loyall Subiect ought to doe. Edw.
[2355]
Thankes good Mountgomerie: But we now forget our Title to the Crowne, And onely clayme our Dukedome, Till God please to send the rest.
Mount. Then fare you well, for I will hence againe,
[2360]
I came to serue a King, and not a Duke: Drummer strike vp, and let vs march away.
The Drumme begins to march. Edw. Nay stay, Sir Iohn, a while, and wee'le debate By what safe meanes the Crowne may be recouer'd. Mount. What talke you of debating? in few words,
[2365]
If you'le not here proclaime your selfe our King, Ile leaue you to your fortune, and be gone, To keepe them back, that come to succour you. Why shall we fight, if you pretend no Title?
Rich. Why Brother, wherefore stand you on nice points? Edw.
[2370]
When wee grow stronger, Then wee'le make our Clayme: Till then, 'tis wisdome to conceale our meaning.
Hast. Away with scrupulous Wit, now Armes must rule. Rich. And fearelesse minds clyme soonest vnto Crowns.
[2375]
Brother, we will proclaime you out of hand, The bruit thereof will bring you many friends.
Edw. Then be it as you will: for 'tis my right, And Henry but vsurpes the Diademe. Mount. I, now my Soueraigne speaketh like himselfe,
[2380]
And now will I be Edwards Champion.
Hast. Sound Trumpet, Edward shal be here proclaim'd: Come, fellow Souldior, make thou proclamation. Flourish. Sound. Soul. Edward the Fourth, by the Grace of Cod, King of England and France, and Lord of Ireland, &c. Mount. And whosoe're gainsays King Edwards right,
[2385]
By this I challenge him to single fight.
Throwes downe his Gauntlet. All. Long liue Edward the Fourth.

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Edw. Thankes braue Montgomery, And thankes vnto you all: If fortune serue me, Ile requite this kindnesse.
[2390]
Now for this Night, let's harbor here in Yorke: And when the Morning Sunne shall rayse his Carre Aboue the Border of this Horizon, Wee'le forward towards Warwicke, and his Mates; For well I wot, that Henry is no Souldier.
[2395]
Ah froward Clarence, how euill it beseemes thee, To flatter Henry, and forsake thy Brother? Yet as wee may, wee'le meet both thee and Warwicke. Come on braue Souldiors: doubt not of the Day, And that once gotten, doubt not of large Pay.
Exeunt.
[Act 4, Scene 8] Flourish. Enter the King, Warwicke, Mountague, Clarence, Oxford, and Somerset. War.
[2400]
What counsaile, Lords ? Edward from Belgia, With hastie Germanes, and blunt Hollanders, Hath pass'd in safetie through the Narrow Seas, And with his troupes doth march amaine to London, And many giddie people flock to him.
King.
[2405]
Let's leuie men, and beat him backe againe.
Clar. A little fire is quickly trodden out, Which being suffer'd, Riuers cannot quench. War. In Warwickshire I haue true‑hearted friends, Not mutinous in peace, yet bold in Warre,
[2410]
Those will I muster vp: and thou Sonne Clarence Shalt stirre vp in Suffolke, Norfolke, and in Kent, The Knights and Gentlemen, to come with thee. Thou Brother Mountague, in Buckingham, Northampton, and in Leicestershire, shalt find
[2415]
Men well enclin'd to heare what thou command'st. And thou, braue Oxford, wondrous well belou'd, In Oxfordshire shalt muster vp thy friends. My Soueraigne, with the louing Citizens, Like to his Iland, gyrt in with the Ocean,
[2420]
Or modest Dyan, circled with her Nymphs, Shall rest in London, till we come to him: Faire Lords take leaue, and stand not to reply. Farewell my Soueraigne.
King. Farewell my Hector, and my Troyes true hope. Clar.
[2425]
In signe of truth, I kisse your Highnesse Hand.
King. Well‑minded Clarence, be thou fortunate. Mount. Comfort, my Lord, and so I take my leaue. Oxf. And thus I seale my truth, and bid adieu. King. Sweet Oxford, and my louing Mountague,
[2430]
And all at once, once more a happy farewell.
War. Farewell, sweet Lords, let's meet at Couentry. Exeunt. King. Here at the Pallace will I rest a while. Cousin of Exeter, what thinks your Lordship? Me thinkes, the Power that Edward hath in field,
[2435]
Should not be able to encounter mine.
Exet. The doubt is, that he will seduce the rest. King. That's not my feare, my meed hath got me fame: I haue not stopt mine eares to their demands, Nor posted off their suites with slow delayes,
[2440]
My pittie hath beene balme to heale their wounds, My mildnesse hath allay'd their swelling griefes, My mercie dry'd their water‑flowing teares. I haue not been desirous of their wealth, Nor much opprest them with great Subsidies,
[2445]
Nor forward of reuenge, though they much err'd. Then why should they loue Edward more then me? No Exeter, these Graces challenge Grace: q2 And

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[Act 4, Scene 8] Flourish. Enter the King, Warwicke, Mountague, Clarence, Oxford, and Somerset. War.
[2400]
What counsaile, Lords ? Edward from Belgia, With hastie Germanes, and blunt Hollanders, Hath pass'd in safetie through the Narrow Seas, And with his troupes doth march amaine to London, And many giddie people flock to him.
King.
[2405]
Let's leuie men, and beat him backe againe.
Clar. A little fire is quickly trodden out, Which being suffer'd, Riuers cannot quench. War. In Warwickshire I haue true‑hearted friends, Not mutinous in peace, yet bold in Warre,
[2410]
Those will I muster vp: and thou Sonne Clarence Shalt stirre vp in Suffolke, Norfolke, and in Kent, The Knights and Gentlemen, to come with thee. Thou Brother Mountague, in Buckingham, Northampton, and in Leicestershire, shalt find
[2415]
Men well enclin'd to heare what thou command'st. And thou, braue Oxford, wondrous well belou'd, In Oxfordshire shalt muster vp thy friends. My Soueraigne, with the louing Citizens, Like to his Iland, gyrt in with the Ocean,
[2420]
Or modest Dyan, circled with her Nymphs, Shall rest in London, till we come to him: Faire Lords take leaue, and stand not to reply. Farewell my Soueraigne.
King. Farewell my Hector, and my Troyes true hope. Clar.
[2425]
In signe of truth, I kisse your Highnesse Hand.
King. Well‑minded Clarence, be thou fortunate. Mount. Comfort, my Lord, and so I take my leaue. Oxf. And thus I seale my truth, and bid adieu. King. Sweet Oxford, and my louing Mountague,
[2430]
And all at once, once more a happy farewell.
War. Farewell, sweet Lords, let's meet at Couentry. Exeunt. King. Here at the Pallace will I rest a while. Cousin of Exeter, what thinks your Lordship? Me thinkes, the Power that Edward hath in field,
[2435]
Should not be able to encounter mine.
Exet. The doubt is, that he will seduce the rest. King. That's not my feare, my meed hath got me fame: I haue not stopt mine eares to their demands, Nor posted off their suites with slow delayes,
[2440]
My pittie hath beene balme to heale their wounds, My mildnesse hath allay'd their swelling griefes, My mercie dry'd their water‑flowing teares. I haue not been desirous of their wealth, Nor much opprest them with great Subsidies,
[2445]
Nor forward of reuenge, though they much err'd. Then why should they loue Edward more then me? No Exeter, these Graces challenge Grace: And when the Lyon fawnes vpon the Lambe, The Lambe will neuer cease to follow him.
Shout within, A Lancaster, A Lancaster. Exet.
[2450]
Hearke, hearke, my Lord, what Shouts are these?
Enter Edward and his Souldiers. Edw. Seize on the shamefac'd Henry, beare him hence, And once agane proclaime vs King of England. You are the Fount that makes small Brookes to flow, Now stops thy Spring, my Sea shall suck them dry,
[2455]
And swell so much the higher, by their ebbe. Hence with him to the Tower, let him not speake. Exit with King Henry. And Lords, towards Couentry bend we our course, Where peremptorie Warwicke now remaines: The Sunne shines hot, and if we vse delay,
[2460]
Cold biting Winter marres our hop'd‑for Hay.
Rich. Away betimes before his forces ioyne, And take the great‑growne Traytor vnawares: Braue Warriors, march amaine towards Couentry. Exeunt.
 

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