Salisb.
My Son,—what brings you hither, from your Guests?

Warw.
A suddain Insurrection, through the City.

Gloucest.
What prompts them to Sedition, at this late Hour?

Warw.
Scarce was the Warrant order'd against You,
But it is known in the remotest Streets.—
Murmur is rife.—All Occupation ceases.—
The Shops are clos'd.—Masters and Prentices,

Variously accouter'd, pour, from all Parts,
To swell the general Tumult!—And, now, the Torrent
Roars, near at Hand; and bears upon the Palace.

York.
Let it roar on!—

Gloucest.
Oh, no! my Friends.—Their Zeal
Is too intemperate!—Rather, let them shew
Their Love for Me, by Duty to their King.—
Why, this Impatience?—Does not the Parliament
Open, to Morrow?—Can they not, with Me,
Wait a few Hours!—When Kings are ill-advis'd,
Have we no Remedy, but lawless Force?—
Or, think they, Gloucester will uphold Rebellion?—
Sooner, would I grow hoary, in a Prison;
Much sooner, die;—than purchase Liberty, or Life,
By Violation of the Publick Peace!
  Lord Warwick, I beseech you, tell them so.—
You can prevail.—Bid them, go Home in Peace.
Greet them, from Me:—Say I am not in Danger.—
The Laws are My Protection.

Salisb.
Go, my Son:—
And, add from Me; that, if the Lord Protectour
Be not discharg'd, soon as the Parliament
Assembles,—

Gloucest.
There is no Fear.—

Salisb.
However;
Let us not over-damp their Spirits, till We
Have compass'd our Designs.—In a free Government,
The just Resentment of the Multitude,
Discreetly encouraged, is of mighty Force
To aid the Patriot, and to quell the Traitour.

Gloucest.
Haste, Warwick; ere they reach the Palace-Gates.

Warw.
I go:—And will intreat their Patience, till to Morrow.

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