War.
What counsel, lords? Edward from Belgia,
With hasty Germans, and blunt Hollanders,
Hath pass'd in safety through the narrow seas,
And with his troops doth march amain to London;
And many giddy people flock to him.

K. H.
Let's levy men, and beat him back again.

Cla.
A little fire is quickly trodden out;
Which, being suffer'd, rivers cannot quench.

War.
In Warwickshire I have true-hearted friends,
Not mutinous in peace, yet bold in war;
Those will I muster up:—and thou, son Clarence,
Shalt stir, in Suffolk, Norfolk, and in Kent,
The knights and gentlemen to come with thee:—
Thou, brother Mountague, in Buckingham,
Northampton, and in Leicestershire shall find
Men well inclin'd to hear what thou command'st:—
And thou, brave Oxford, wondrous well belov'd,
In Oxfordshire shalt muster up thy friends.—
My sovereign, with the loving citizens,—
Like to his island, girt in with the ocean;
Or modest Dian, circl'd with her nymphs,—
Shall rest in London, 'till we come to him.—
Fair lords, take leave, and stand not to reply.—
Farewel, my sovereign.

K. H.
Farewel, my Hector, and my Troy's true hope.

Cla.
In sign of truth, I kiss your highness' hand.

K. H.
Well-minded Clarence, be thou fortunate!

Mou.
Comfort, my lord; and so I take my leave.

Oxf.
And thus I seal my truth, and bid adieu.

K. H.
Sweet Oxford, and my loving Mountague,
And all at once, once more a happy farewel.

War.
Farewel, sweet lords; let's meet at Coventry. [Exeunt War. Cla. Oxf. and Mou.

K. H.
Here at the palace will I rest a while.
Cousin of Exeter, what thinks your lordship?
Methinks, the power, that Edward hath in field,
Shall not be able to encounter mine.

Exe.
The doubt is, that he will seduce the rest.

K. H.
That's not my fear, my meed hath got me fame:
§ ^noteI have not stop'd mine ears to their demands,
Nor posted off their suits with slow delays;
My pity hath been balm to heal their wounds,
My mildness hath allay'd their swelling griefs,
My mercy dry'd their water-flowing tears:
I have not been desirous of their wealth,

Nor much oppress'd them with great subsidies,
Nor forward of revenge, though they much err'd;
Then why should they love Edward more than me?
No, Exeter, these graces challenge grace:
And, when the lion fawns upon the lamb,
The lamb will never cease to follow him. [Shout within. A Lancaster! a Lancaster!

Exe.
Hark, hark, my lord! what shouts are these? Enter Edward, and Soldiers, hastily; Gloster, and others, with him.

K. E.
Seize on the shame-fac'd Henry, bear him hence,
And once again proclaim us king of England.—
You are the fount that makes small brooks to flow:
Now stops thy spring; my sea shall sock them dry,
And swell so much the higher, by their ebb.—
Hence with him to the Tower; let him not speak.— [Henry born off.
And, lords, towards Coventry bend we our course,
Where peremptory Warwick now remains;
The sun shines hot, and, if we use delay,
Cold biting winter mars our hop'd-for hay.

Glo.
Away betimes, before his forces join,
And take the great-grown traitor unawares:
Brave warriors, march amain towards Coventry. [Exeunt.† ^note

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