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The third Part of King Henry the Sixt. But Warwicke, after God, thou set'st me free, And chiefely therefore, I thanke God, and thee, He was the Author, thou the Instrument. Therefore that I may conquer Fortunes spight,
[2225]
By liuing low, where Fortune cannot hurt me, And that the people of this blessed Land May not be punisht with my thwarting starres, Warwicke, although my Head still weare the Crowne, I here resigne my Gouernment to thee,
[2230]
For thou art fortunate in all thy deeds. Warw. Your Grace hath still beene fam'd for vertuous, And now may seeme as wise as vertuous, By spying and auoiding Fortunes malice, For few men rightly temper with the Starres:
[2235]
Yet in this one thing let me blame your Grace, For chusing me, when Clarence is in place. Clar. No Warwicke, thou art worthy of the sway, To whom the Heau'ns in thy Natiuitie, Adiudg'd an Oliue Branch, and Lawrell Crowne,
[2240]
As likely to be blest in Peace and Warre: And therefore I yeeld thee my free consent. Warw. And I chuse Clarence onely for Protector. King. Warwick and Clarence, giue me both your Hands: Now ioyne your Hands, & with your Hands your Hearts,
[2245]
That no dissention hinder Gouernment: I make you both Protectors of this Land, While I my selfe will lead a priuate Life, And in deuotion spend my latter dayes, To sinnes rebuke, and my Creators prayse. Warw.
[2250]
What answeres Clarence to his Soueraignes will ? Clar. That he consents, if Warwicke yeeld consent, For on thy fortune I repose my selfe. Warw. Why then, though loth, yet must I be content: Wee'le yoake together, like a double shadow
[2255]
To Henries Body, and supply his place; I meane, in bearing weight of Gouernment, While he enioyes the Honor, and his ease. And Clarence, now then it is more then needfull, Forthwith that Edward be pronounc'd a Traytor,
[2260]
And all his Lands and Goods confiscate. Clar. What else? and that Succession be determined. Warw. I, therein Clarence shall not want his part. King. But with the first, of all your chiefe affaires, Let me entreat (for I command no more)
[2265]
That Margaret your Queene, and my Sonne Edward, Be sent for, to returne from France with speed: For till I see them here, by doubtfull feare, My ioy of libertie is halfe eclips'd. Clar. It shall bee done, my Soueraigne, with all speede. King.
[2270]
My Lord of Somerset, what Youth is that, Of whom you seeme to haue so tender care? Somers. My Liege, it is young Henry, Earle of Rich­ mond. King. Come hither, Englands Hope: Layes his Hand on his Head. If secret Powers suggest but truth
[2275]
To my diuining thoughts, This prettie Lad will proue our Countries blisse. His Lookes are full of peacefull Maiestie, His Head by nature fram'd to weare a Crowne, His Hand to wield a Scepter, and himselfe
[2280]
Likely in time to blesse a Regall Throne: Make much of him, my Lords; for this is hee Must helpe you more, then you are hurt by mee.

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Enter a Poste. Warw. What newes, my friend? Poste. That Edward is escaped from your Brother,
[2285]
And fled (as hee heares since) to Burgundie. Warw. Vnsauorie newes: but how made he escape ? Poste. He was conuey'd by Richard, Duke of Gloster, And the Lord Hastings, who attended him In secret ambush, on the Forrest side,
[2290]
And from the Bishops Huntsmen rescu'd him: For Hunting was his dayly Exercise. Warw. My Brother was too carelesse of his charge. But let vs hence, my Soueraigne, to prouide A salue for any sore, that may betide. Exeunt. Manet Somerset, Richmond, and Oxford. Som.
[2295]
My Lord, I like not of this flight of Edwards: For doubtlesse, Burgundie will yeeld him helpe, And we shall haue more Warres befor't be long. As Henries late presaging Prophecie Did glad my heart, with hope of this young Richmond:
[2300]
So doth my heart mis‑giue me, in these Conflicts, What may befall him, to his harme and ours. Therefore, Lord Oxford, to preuent the worst, Forthwith wee'le send him hence to Brittanie, Till stormes be past of Ciuill Enmitie. Oxf.
[2305]
I: for if Edward re‑possesse the Crowne, 'Tis like that Richmond, with the rest, shall downe. Som. It shall be so: he shall to Brittanie. Come therefore, let's about it speedily. Exeunt.
[Act 4, Scene 7] Flourish. Enter Edward, Richard, Hastings, and Souldiers. Edw. Now Brother Richard, Lord Hastings, and the rest,
[2310]
Yet thus farre Fortune maketh vs amends, And sayes, that once more I shall enterchange My wained state, for Henries Regall Crowne. Well haue we pass'd, and now re‑pass'd the Seas, And brought desired helpe from Burgundie.
[2315]
What then remaines, we being thus arriu'd From Rauenspurre Hauen, before the Gates of Yorke, But that we enter, as into our Dukedome? Rich. The Gates made fast? Brother, I like not this.
[2320]
For many men that stumble at the Threshold, Are well fore‑told, that danger lurkes within. Edw. Tush man, aboadments must not now affright vs: By faire or foule meanes we must enter in, For hither will our friends repaire to vs. Hast.
[2325]
My Liege, Ile knocke once more, to summon them. Enter on the Walls, the Maior of Yorke, and his Brethren. Maior. My Lords, We were fore‑warned of your comming, And shut the Gates, for safetie of our selues; For now we owe allegeance vnto Henry. Edw.
[2330]
But, Master Maior, if Henry be your King, Yet Edward, at the least, is Duke of Yorke. Maior. True, my good Lord, I know you for no lesse. Edw. Why, and I challenge nothing but my Dukedome, As being well content with that alone. Rich. But

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[Act 4, Scene 7] Flourish. Enter Edward, Richard, Hastings, and Souldiers. Edw. Now Brother Richard, Lord Hastings, and the rest,
[2310]
Yet thus farre Fortune maketh vs amends, And sayes, that once more I shall enterchange My wained state, for Henries Regall Crowne. Well haue we pass'd, and now re‑pass'd the Seas, And brought desired helpe from Burgundie.
[2315]
What then remaines, we being thus arriu'd From Rauenspurre Hauen, before the Gates of Yorke, But that we enter, as into our Dukedome? Rich. The Gates made fast? Brother, I like not this.
[2320]
For many men that stumble at the Threshold, Are well fore‑told, that danger lurkes within. Edw. Tush man, aboadments must not now affright vs: By faire or foule meanes we must enter in, For hither will our friends repaire to vs. Hast.
[2325]
My Liege, Ile knocke once more, to summon them. Enter on the Walls, the Maior of Yorke, and his Brethren. Maior. My Lords, We were fore‑warned of your comming, And shut the Gates, for safetie of our selues; For now we owe allegeance vnto Henry. Edw.
[2330]
But, Master Maior, if Henry be your King, Yet Edward, at the least, is Duke of Yorke. Maior. True, my good Lord, I know you for no lesse. Edw. Why, and I challenge nothing but my Dukedome, As being well content with that alone. 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. 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.
 

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      <l n="2368">Why shall we fight, if you pretend no Title?</l>
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      <l n="2371">Then wee'le make our Clayme:</l>
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      <speaker rend="italic">Rich.</speaker>
      <l n="2374">And fearelesse minds clyme soonest vnto Crowns.</l>
      <l n="2375">Brother, we will proclaime you out of hand,</l>
      <l n="2376">The bruit thereof will bring you many friends.</l>
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      <speaker rend="italic">Edw.</speaker>
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      <l n="2378">And<hi rend="italic">Henry</hi>but vsurpes the Diademe.</l>
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      <l n="2379">I, now my Soueraigne speaketh like himselfe,</l>
      <l n="2380">And now will I be<hi rend="italic">Edwards</hi>Champion.</l>
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      <speaker rend="italic">Hast.</speaker>
      <l n="2381">Sound Trumpet,<hi rend="italic">Edward</hi>shal be here proclaim'd:</l>
      <l n="2382">Come, fellow Souldior, make thou proclamation.</l>
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      <speaker rend="italic">Mount.</speaker>
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      <l n="2385">By this I challenge him to single fight.</l>
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      <speaker rend="italic">All.</speaker>
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      <speaker rend="italic">Edw.</speaker>
      <l n="2387">Thankes braue<hi rend="italic">Montgomery</hi>,</l>
      <l n="2388">And thankes vnto you all:</l>
      <l n="2389">If fortune serue me, Ile requite this kindnesse.</l>
      <l n="2390">Now for this Night, let's harbor here in Yorke:</l>
      <l n="2391">And when the Morning Sunne shall rayse his Carre</l>
      <l n="2392">Aboue the Border of this Horizon,</l>
      <l n="2393">Wee'le forward towards<hi rend="italic">Warwicke</hi>, and his Mates;</l>
      <l n="2394">For well I wot, that<hi rend="italic">Henry</hi>is no Souldier.</l>
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      <l n="2397">Yet as wee may, wee'le meet both thee and<hi rend="italic">Warwicke</hi>.</l>
      <l n="2398">Come on braue Souldiors: doubt not of the Day,</l>
      <l n="2399">And that once gotten, doubt not of large Pay.</l>
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   <stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exeunt.</stage>
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