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Brother, this is Sir John Montgomery, |
Our trusty friend, unless I be deceived. |
KING EDWARD IV: |
Welcome, Sir John! But why come you in arms? |
MONTAGUE: |
To help King Edward in his time of storm, |
As every loyal subject ought to do. |
KING EDWARD IV: |
Thanks, good Montgomery; but we now forget |
Our title to the crown and only claim |
Our dukedom till God please to send the rest. |
MONTAGUE: |
Then fare you well, for I will hence again: |
I came to serve a king and not a duke. |
Drummer, strike up, and let us march away. |
KING EDWARD IV: |
Nay, stay, Sir John, awhile, and we'll debate |
By what safe means the crown may be recover'd. |
MONTAGUE: |
What talk you of debating? in few words, |
If you'll not here proclaim yourself our king, |
I'll leave you to your fortune and be gone |
To keep them back that come to succor you: |
Why shall we fight, if you pretend no title? |
GLOUCESTER: |
Why, brother, wherefore stand you on nice points? |
KING EDWARD IV: |
When we grow stronger, then we'll make our claim: |
Till then, 'tis wisdom to conceal our meaning. |
HASTINGS: |
Away with scrupulous wit! now arms must rule. |
GLOUCESTER: |
And fearless minds climb soonest unto crowns. |
Brother, we will proclaim you out of hand: |
The bruit thereof will bring you many friends. |
KING EDWARD IV: |
Then be it as you will; for 'tis my right, |
And Henry but usurps the diadem. |
MONTAGUE: |
Ay, now my sovereign speaketh like himself; |
And now will I be Edward's champion. |
HASTINGS: |
Sound trumpet; Edward shall be here proclaim'd: |
Come, fellow-soldier, make thou proclamation. |
Soldier: |
Edward the Fourth, by the grace of God, king of |
England and France, and lord of Ireland, &c. |
MONTAGUE: |
And whosoe'er gainsays King Edward's right, |
By this I challenge him to single fight. |
All: |
Long live Edward the Fourth! |
KING EDWARD IV: |
Thanks, brave Montgomery; and thanks unto you all: |
If fortune serve me, I'll requite this kindness. |
Now, for this night, let's harbour here in York; |
And when the morning sun shall raise his car |
Above the border of this horizon, |
We'll forward towards Warwick and his mates; |
For well I wot that Henry is no soldier. |
Ah, froward Clarence! how evil it beseems thee |
To flatter Henry and forsake thy brother! |
Yet, as we may, we'll meet both thee and Warwick. |
Come on, brave soldiers: doubt not of the day, |
And, that once gotten, doubt not of large pay. |
3 KING HENRY VI |
WARWICK: |
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. |
KING HENRY VI: |
Let's levy men, and beat him back again. |
CLARENCE: |
A little fire is quickly trodden out; |
Which, being suffer'd, rivers cannot quench. |
WARWICK: |
In Warwickshire I have true-hearted friends, |
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