K. H.
Master lieutenant, now that heav'n and friends
Have shaken Edward from the regal seat;
And turn'd my captive state to liberty,
My fear to hope, my sorrows unto joys;
At our enlargement what are thy due fees?

Lieu.
Subjects may challenge nothing of their sovereigns;
But, if an humble prayer may prevail,
I then crave pardon of your majesty.

K. H.
For what, lieutenant? for well using me?
Nay, be thou sure, I'll well requite thy kindness,
For that it made my imprisonment a pleasure:
Ay, such a pleasure as incaged birds
Conceive, when, after many moody thoughts‡ ^note
At last, by notes of houshold harmony,
They quite forget their loss of liberty.—
But, Warwick, after heav'n, thou sett'st me free,
And chiefly therefore I thank heav'n, and thee;
He was the author, thou the instrument.
Therefore, that I may conquer fortune's spite,
By living low, where fortune cannot hurt me;
And that the people of this blessed land
May not be punish'd with my thwarting stars;
Warwick, although my head still wear the crown,
I here resign my government to thee,
For thou art fortunate in all thy deeds.

War.
Your grace hath still been fam'd for virtuous;
And now may seem as wise as virtuous,
By spying, and avoiding, fortune's malice,
For few men rightly temper with the stars:
Yet in this one thing let me blame your grace,
For choosing me, when Clarence is in place.

Cla.
No, Warwick, thou art worthy of the sway,
To whom the heavens, in thy nativity,

Adjudg'd an olive branch, and laurel crown,
As likely to be blest in peace, and war;
And therefore I yield thee my free consent.

War.
And I choose Clarence only for protector.

K. H.
Warwick, and Clarence, give me both your hands;
Now join your hands, and, with your hands, your hearts,
That no dissention hinder government:
I make you both protectors of this land;
While I myself will lead a private life,
And in devotion spend my latter days,
* ^noteTo sin's rebuke, and my Creator's praise.

War.
What answers Clarence to his sovereign's will?

Cla.
That he consents, if Warwick yield consent;
For on thy fortune I repose myself.

War.
Why then, though loth, yet must I be content:
We'll yoke together like a double shadow
To Henry's body, and supply his place;
I mean, in bearing weight of government,
While he enjoys the honour, and his ease.
And, Clarence, now then it is more than needful,
Forthwith that Edward be pronounc'd a traitor,
And all his lands and goods confiscated.

Cla.
What else? and that succession be determin'd.

War.
Ay, therein Clarence shall not want his part.

K. H.
But, with the first of all your chief affairs,
Let me entreat (for I command no more)
That Margaret your queen, and my son Edward,
Be sent for, to return from France with speed:
For, 'till I see them here, by doubtful fear
My joy of liberty is half eclips'd.

Cla.
It shall be done, my sovereign, with all speed.

K. H.
My lord of Somerset, what youth is that,
Of whom you seem to have so tender care?

Som.
My liege, it is young Henry earl of Richmond.

K. H.
Come hither, England's hope: If secret powers [Laying his hand on his head.
Suggest but truth to my divining thoughts,
This pretty lad will prove our country's bliss:

His looks are full of peaceful majesty;
His head by nature fram'd to wear a crown,
His hand to wield a scepter; and himself
Likely, in time, to bless a regal throne.
Make much of him, my lords; for this is he,
Must help you more than you are hurt by me* ^note


. Enter a Messenger.

War.
What news, my friend?

Mes.
That Edward is escaped from your brother,
And fled, as he hears since, to Burgundy.

War.
Unsavoury news: But how made he escape?

Mes.
He was convey'd by Richard duke of Gloster,
And the lord Hastings, who attended him
In secret ambush on the forest side,
And from the bishop's huntsmen rescu'd him;
For hunting was his daily exercise.

War.
My brother was too careless of his charge.—
But let us hence, my sovereign, to provide
A salve for any sore that may betide. [Exeunt King, War. Cla. Lieu. and Att.

Som.
My lord, I like not of this flight of Edward's:
For, doubtless, Burgundy will yield him help;
And we shall have more wars, before't be long.
As Henry's late presaging prophecy
Did glad my heart with hope of this young Richmond;
So doth my heart misgive me, in these conflicts
What may befal him, to his harm, and ours:
Therefore, lord Oxford, to prevent the worst,
Forthwith we'll send him hence to Britany,
'Till storms be past of civil enmity.

Oxf.
Ay; for if Edward repossess the crown,
'Tis like, that Richmond with the rest shall down.

Som.
It shall be so; he shall to Britany.
Come therefore, let's about it speedily. [Exeunt.

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