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

Clar.
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 Montague, in Buckingham,
Northampton, and in Leicestershire, shalt 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 Sov'reign, with the loving citizens,
(Like to his Island girt with th' ocean,
Or modest Dian circled 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. Henry.
Farewel, my Hector, and my Troy's true hope.

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

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

Mont.
Comfort, my Lord, and so I take my leave.

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

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

War.
Farewel, sweet Lords; let's meet at Coventry. [Exeunt.

K. Henry.
Here at the palace will I rest a while.
Cousin of Exeter, what thinks your Lordship?
Methinks, the pow'r, that Edward hath in field,
Should not be able to encounter mine.

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

K. Henry.
That's not my fear, ^{6 note}my deed hath got me fame:
&plquo;I have not stopt mine ears to their demands,
&plquo;Nor posted off their suits with slow delays;
&plquo;My pity hath been balm to heal their wounds,&prquo;
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 opprest 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 King Edward, and his Soldiers.

K. Edw.
Seize on the shame-fac'd Henry, bear him hence,
And once again proclaim us King of England.
You are the fount, that make small brooks to flow;
Now stops thy spring, my sea shall suck them dry,

And swell so much the higher, by their ebb.
Hence with him to the Tower, let him not speak. [Ex. with King Henry.
And, Lords, to 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.

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