Henry VI, Part 3 (Folio 1, 1623)
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¶
Flourish. Enter Edward, Richard, Hastings,
¶and Souldiers.
¶Yet thus farre Fortune maketh vs amends,
¶My wained state, for Henries Regall Crowne.
¶Well haue we pass'd, and now re-pass'd the Seas,
¶And brought desired helpe from Burgundie.
¶What then remaines, we being thus arriu'd
2500From Rauenspurre Hauen, before the Gates of Yorke,
¶But that we enter, as into our Dukedome?
¶Brother, I like not this.
2505Are well fore-told, that danger lurkes within.
¶By faire or foule meanes we must enter in,
¶For hither will our friends repaire to vs.
2510them.
¶
Enter on the Walls, the Maior of Yorke,
¶and his Brethren.
¶Maior. My Lords,
¶We were fore-warned of your comming,
¶For now we owe allegeance vnto Henry.
¶Yet Edward, at the least, is Duke of Yorke.
¶ Maior. True, my good Lord, I know you for no
¶ Edw. Why, and I challenge nothing but my Dukedome,
¶As being well content with that alone.
¶Hee'le soone finde meanes to make the Body follow.
¶Open the Gates, we are King Henries friends.
¶
He descends._
2530 Hast. The good old man would faine that all were wel,
¶So 'twere not long of him: but being entred,
¶Both him, and all his Brothers, vnto reason.
¶
Enter the Maior, and two Aldermen.
¶But in the Night, or in the time of Warre.
¶What, feare not man, but yeeld me vp the Keyes,
¶
Takes his Keyes._
¶For Edward will defend the Towne, and thee,
2540And all those friends, that deine to follow mee.
¶
March. Enter Mountgomerie, with Drumme
¶and Souldiers.
¶Rich. Brother, this is Sir Iohn Mountgomerie,
2545 Edw. Welcome Sir Iohn: but why come you in
¶Armes?
¶As euery loyall Subiect ought to doe.
¶Edw. Thankes good Mountgomerie:
2550But we now forget our Title to the Crowne,
¶And onely clayme our Dukedome,
¶Mount. Then fare you well, for I will hence againe,
¶I came to serue a King, and not a Duke:
2555Drummer strike vp, and let vs march away.
¶
The Drumme begins to march.
¶By what safe meanes the Crowne may be recouer'd.
¶ Mount. What talke you of debating? in few words,
2560If you'le not here proclaime your selfe our King,
¶Ile leaue you to your fortune, and be gone,
¶To keepe them back, that come to succour you.
¶Why shall we fight, if you pretend no Title?
2565points?
¶Then wee'le make our Clayme:
¶Till then, 'tis wisdome to conceale our meaning.
2570rule.
¶Brother, we will proclaime you out of hand,
¶The bruit thereof will bring you many friends.
¶Edw. Then be it as you will: for 'tis my right,
2575And Henry but vsurpes the Diademe.
¶And now will I be Edwards Champion.
¶Come, fellow Souldior, make thou proclamation.
2580
Flourish. Sound.
¶ Soul. Edward the Fourth, by the Grace of God, King of
¶England and France, and Lord of Ireland, &c.
¶By this I challenge him to single fight.
2585
Throwes downe his Gauntlet.
¶All. Long liue Edward the Fourth.
¶Edw. Thankes braue Mountgomery,
¶And thankes vnto you all:
2590Now for this Night, let's harbor here in Yorke:
¶Aboue the Border of this Horizon,
¶Wee'le forward towards Warwicke, and his Mates;
¶For well I wot, that Henry is no Souldier.
2595Ah froward Clarence, how euill it beseemes thee,
¶To flatter Henry, and forsake thy Brother?
¶Yet as wee may, wee'le meet both thee and Warwicke.
¶Come on braue Souldiors: doubt not of the Day,
¶And that once gotten, doubt not of large Pay.
Exeunt.
