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MONTAGUE:
So God help Montague as he proves true!
HASTINGS:
And Hastings as he favours Edward's cause!
KING EDWARD IV:
Now, brother Richard, will you stand by us?
GLOUCESTER:
Ay, in despite of all that shall withstand you.
KING EDWARD IV:
Why, so! then am I sure of victory.
Now therefore let us hence; and lose no hour,
Till we meet Warwick with his foreign power.
3 KING HENRY VI
WARWICK:
Trust me, my lord, all hitherto goes well;
The common people by numbers swarm to us.
But see where Somerset and Clarence come!
Speak suddenly, my lords, are we all friends?
CLARENCE:
Fear not that, my lord.
WARWICK:
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, sweet Clarence; my daughter shall be thine.
And now what rests but, in night's coverture,
Thy brother being carelessly encamp'd,
His soldiers lurking in the towns about,
And but attended by a simple guard,
We may surprise and take him at our pleasure?
Our scouts have found the adventure very easy:
That as Ulysses and stout Diomede
With sleight and manhood stole to Rhesus' tents,
And brought from thence the Thracian fatal steeds,
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 surprise him.
You that will follow me to this attempt,
Applaud the name of Henry with your leader.
Why, then, let's on our way in silent sort:
For Warwick and his friends, God and Saint George!
3 KING HENRY VI
First Watchman:
Come on, my masters, each man take his stand:
The king by this is set him down to sleep.
Second Watchman:
What, will he not to bed?
First Watchman:
Why, no; for he hath made a solemn vow
Never to lie and take his natural rest
Till Warwick or himself be quite suppress'd.
Second Watchman:
To-morrow then belike shall be the day,
If Warwick be so near as men report.
Third Watchman:
But say, I pray, what nobleman is that
That with the king here resteth in his tent?
First Watchman:
'Tis the Lord Hastings, the king's chiefest friend.
Third Watchman:
O, is it so? But why commands the king
That his chief followers lodge in towns about him,
While he himself keeps in the cold field?
Second Watchman:
'Tis the more honour, because more dangerous.
Third Watchman:
Ay, but give me worship and quietness;
I like it better than a dangerous honour.
If Warwick knew in what estate he stands,
'Tis to be doubted he would waken him.
First Watchman:
Unless our halberds did shut up his passage.
Second Watchman:
Ay, wherefore else guard we his royal tent,
But to defend his person from night-foes?
WARWICK: