Henry VI, Part 3 (Octavo 1, 1595)
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Enter Warwike and Oxford, with souldiers.
War. Trust me my Lords all hitherto goes well,
The common people by numbers swarme to vs,
¶Speake suddenlie my Lords, are we all friends?
¶Cla. Feare not that my Lord.
¶War. Then gentle Clarence welcome vnto Warwike.
¶Hath pawnde an open hand in signe of loue,
¶Else might I thinke that Clarence, Edwards brother,
¶Were but a fained friend to our proceedings,
¶And now what rests but in nights couerture,
¶Thy brother being careleslie encampt,
¶His souldiers lurking in the towne about,
¶And but attended by a simple guarde,
¶Then crie king Henry with resolued mindes,
¶And breake we presentlie into his tent.
¶For Warwike and his friends God and saint George.
