&mast;1 Watch.
&mast;Come on, my masters, each man take his stand;
&mast;The king, by this, is set him down to sleep.

&mast;2 Watch.
&mast;What, will he not to bed?

&mast;1 Watch.
&mast;Why, no: for he hath made a solemn vow
&mast;Never to lie and take his natural rest,
&mast;Till Warwick, or himself, be quite suppress'd.

&mast;2 Watch.
&mast;To-morrow then, belike, shall be the day,
&mast;If Warwick be so near as men report.

&mast;3 Watch.
&mast;But say, I pray, what nobleman is that,
&mast;That with the king here resteth in his tent?

&mast;1 Watch.
&mast;'Tis the lord Hastings, the king's chiefest friend.

&mast;3 Watch.
&mast;O, is it so? But why commands the king,
&mast;That his chief followers lodge in towns about him,
&mast;While he himself keepeth in the cold field?

&mast;2 Watch.
&mast;'Tis the more honour, because more dangerous.

&mast;3 Watch.
&mast;Ay; but give me worship and quietness,
&mast;I like it better than a dangerous honour^{7 note}.
&mast;If Warwick knew in what estate he stands,
&mast;'Tis to be doubted, he would waken him.

&mast;1 Watch.
&mast;Unless our halberds did shut up his passage.

&mast;2 Watch.
&mast;Ay; wherefore else guard we his royal tent,
&mast;But to defend his person from night-foes? Enter Warwick, Clarence, Oxford, Somerset, and Forces.

&mlquo;War.
&mlquo;This is his tent; and see, where stand his guard.
&mlquo;Courage, my masters: honour now, or never!
&mlquo;But follow me, and Edward shall be ours.

1 Watch.
Who goes there?

&mast;2 Watch.
&mast;Stay, or thou diest. [Warwick, and the rest, cry all—Warwick! Warwick! and set upon the Guard; who fly, crying—Arm! Arm! Warwick, and the rest, following them. The Drum beating, and Trumpets sounding, Re-enter Warwick, and the rest, bringing the King out in a Gown, sitting in a Chair: Gloster and Hastings fly.

&mlquo;Som.
&mlquo;What are they that fly there?

&mlquo;War.
&mlquo;Richard, and Hastings: let them go, here's the duke.

K. Edw.
The duke! why, Warwick, when we parted last^{8 note},
Thou call'dst me king!

War.
Ay, but the case is alter'd:
&mlquo;When you disgrac'd me in my embassade* ^note,
&mlquo;Then I degraded you from being king,
And come now to create you duke of York^{9 note}
.

Alas! how should you govern any kingdom,
That know not how to use ambassadors;
Nor how to be contented with one wife;
Nor how to use your brothers brotherly;
&mast;Nor how to study for the people's welfare;
Nor how to shrowd yourself from enemies?

&mast;K. Edw.
&mast;Yea, brother^{1 note}

War.
Then, for his mind, be Edward England's king^{2 note}: [Takes off his Crown.
But Henry now shall wear the English crown,
&mast;And be true king indeed; thou but the shadow.—
&mlquo;My lord of Somerset, at my request,
&mlquo;See that forthwith duke Edward be convey'd
&mlquo;Unto my brother, archbishop of York.
&mlquo;When I have fought with Pembroke and his fellows,
&mlquo;I'll follow you, and tell what answer
&mlquo;Lewis, and the lady Bona, send to him:—
Now, for a while, farewell, good duke of York.

&mast;K. Edw.
&mast;What fates impose, that men must needs abide;
&mast;It boots not to resist both wind and tide. [Exit King Edward, led out; Somerset with him.

&mast;Oxf.
&mast;What now remains^{3 note}








, my lords, for us to do,
&mast;But march to London with our soldiers?

War.
Ay, that's the first thing that we have to do;
&mlquo;To free king Henry from imprisonment,
And see him seated in the regal throne. [Exeunt.

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