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Edward Capell [1767], Mr William Shakespeare his comedies, histories, and tragedies, set out by himself in quarto, or by the Players his Fellows in folio, and now faithfully republish'd from those Editions in ten Volumes octavo; with an introduction: Whereunto will be added, in some other Volumes, notes, critical and explanatory, and a Body of Various Readings entire (Printed by Dryden Leach, for J. and R. Tonson [etc.], London) [word count] [S10601].
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SCENE II. A Plain in Warwickshire.

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Enter Warwick, Oxford, and Forces.

War.
Trust me, my lord note, all hitherto goes well;
The common people by numbers swarm note to us. Enter Clarence, and Somerset.
But, see, where Somerset and Clarence comes note;—
Speak suddenly, my lords, are we all friends?

Cla.
Fear not that, my lord.

War.
Then, gentle Clarence, welcome unto Warwick;—
And welcome, Somerset:—I hold it cowardice,
To rest mistrustful where a noble heart
Hath pawn'd an open hand in sign of love;
Else might I think, that Clarence, Edward's brother,
Were but a feigned friend to our proceedings:
But welcome, Clarence note; my daughter shall be thine. [giving him his Hand.
And now what rests, but, in night's coverture,
Thy brother being carelesly encamp'd,
His soldiers lurking in the towns note about,
And but attended by a simple guard,
We may surprize and take him at our pleasure?
Our scouts have found the adventure very easy:
That as Ulysses, and stout Diomede,
By slight and manhood stole to Rhesus' tents,
And brought from thence the Thracian fatal steeds;14Q0853
So we, well cover'd with the night's black mantle,
At unawares may beat down Edward's guard,
And seize himself; I say not—slaughter him,
For I intend but only to surprize him.—
You that will follow me in this attempt,
Applaud the name of Henry, with your leader. [they all cry, Henry!
Why, then, let's on our way in silent sort:

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For Warwick and his friends, God and saint George! [Exeunt, marching.
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Edward Capell [1767], Mr William Shakespeare his comedies, histories, and tragedies, set out by himself in quarto, or by the Players his Fellows in folio, and now faithfully republish'd from those Editions in ten Volumes octavo; with an introduction: Whereunto will be added, in some other Volumes, notes, critical and explanatory, and a Body of Various Readings entire (Printed by Dryden Leach, for J. and R. Tonson [etc.], London) [word count] [S10601].
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