To fave at least the heir of Edward's right. [Exeunt. Glo. NOW, my Lord Haftings, and Sir William Stanley, Leave off to wonder why I drew you hither, Into this chiefeft thicket of the park. Thus ftands the cafe; you know our King, my brother, He fhall here find his friends with horfe and men Enter King Edward, and a Huntfman with him. Hunt. This way, my Lord, for this way lyes the game. K. Edw. Nay, this way, man, fee where the huntfmen Now, brother Glo'fter, Haftings and the reft, Stand you thus clofe to fteal the Bishop's deer? Glo. Brother, the time and cafe requireth hafte, Your horfe ftands 'ready here at the park-corner. Haft. To Lyn, my Lord, And fhip from thence to Flanders. [ftand. Glo. Well gueft, believe me, for that was my meaning. I ready at K. Edw. K. Edw. Stanley, I will requite thy forwardness. Glo. Come then away, let's ha' no more ado. [frown, K. Edw. Bishop, farewel, fhield thee from Warwick's And pray that I may repoffefs the crown. SCENE [Exeunt. VII. The Tower in London. Enter King Henry, Clarence, Warwick, Somerfet, young Richmond, Oxford, Montague, and Lieutenant Tower. K. Henry MR the R. Lieutenant, now that God and friends And turn'd my captive ftate to liberty, My fear to hope, my forrows unto joys; At our enlargement what are thy due fees? Lieu. Subjects may challenge nothing of their Sov'reigns; But if an humble prayer may prevail, I then crave pardon of your Majefty. K. Henry. For what, Lieutenant? for well ufing me? Nay, be thou fure I'll well requite thy kindness, For that it made imprisonment a pleafure: Ay, fuch a pleasure as incaged birds Conceive, when after many moody thoughts, R 2 Warwick, Warwick, although my head ftill wear the crown, War. Your Grace hath ftill been fam'd for virtuous, Cla. No, Warwick, thou art worthy of the fway, And therefore I yield thee my free confent. War. And I chufe Clarence only for Protector. [hands. K. Henry. Warwick and Clarence, give me both your Now join your hands, and with your hands, your hearts, That no diffention hinder government. I make you both Protectors of this land, War. What anfwers Clarence to his Sov'reign's will? War. Why then, though loth, yet muft I be content: Cla. What elfe? and that fucceffion be determin'd. Be Be fent for, to return from France with speed. Cla. It fhall be done, my Sov'reign, with all speed. K. Henry. My Lord of Somerfet, what youth is that Of whom you feem to have fo tender care? Som. My Liege, it is young Henry, Earl of Richmond. Make much of him, my Lords; for this is he Enter a Poft. War. What news, my friend? Poft. That Edward is efcaped from your brother, And fled, as he hears fince, to Burgundy. War. Unfavoury news; but how made he escape? Poft. He was convey'd by Richard Duke of Glofter, And the Lord Haftings, who attended him In fecret ambush on the foreft fide, And from the Bishop's huntsmen rescu'd him: War. My brother was too careless of his charge. A falve for any fore that may betide. Manent Somerfet, Richmond, and Oxford. [Exeunt. Som. My Lord, I like not of this flight of Edward's: For doubtlefs Burgundy will yield him help, And we shall have more wars before't be long. As Henry's late prefaging prophecy Did glad my heart, with hope of this young Richmond; So doth my heart mif-give me, in thefe conflicts Oxf. Ay, for if Edward re-poffefs the crown, [Exeunt. Enter King Edward, Gloucefter, Haftings, and Soldiers. Glo. The gates made faft! brother, I like not this. [fright us: [them. Haft. My Liege, I'll knock once more to fummon Enter on the Walls the Mayor of York and his Brethren. And fhut the gates for fafety of our felves; your com [ing, K. Edw. But, mafter Mayor, if Henry be your King, Yet |