2188Warw. Trust me, my Lord, all hitherto goes well,

2189The common people by numbers swarme to vs.

2191But see where Somerset and Clarence comes:

2192Speake suddenly, my Lords, are wee all friends?

2193Clar. Feare not that, my Lord.

2194 Warw. Then gentle Clarence, welcome vnto Warwicke,

2195And welcome Somerset: I hold it cowardize,

2196To rest mistrustfull, where a Noble Heart

2197Hath pawn'd an open Hand, in signe of Loue;

2198Else might I thinke, that Clarence, Edwards Brother,

2199Were but a fained friend to our proceedings:

2200But welcome sweet Clarence, my Daughter shall be thine.

2201And now, what rests? but in Nights Couerture,

2202Thy Brother being carelessely encamp'd,

2203His Souldiors lurking in the Towne about,

2204And but attended by a simple Guard,

2205Wee may surprize and take him at our pleasure,

2206Our Scouts haue found the aduenture very easie:

2207That as Vlysses, and stout Diomede,

2208With sleight and manhood stole to Rhesus Tents,

2209And brought from thence the Thracian fatall Steeds;

2210So wee, well couer'd with the Nights black Mantle,

2211At vnawares may beat downe Edwards Guard,

2212And seize himselfe: I say not, slaughter him,

2213For I intend but onely to surprize him.

2214You that will follow me to this attempt,

2215Applaud the Name of Henry, with your Leader.

2217Why then, let's on our way in silent sort,

2218For Warwicke and his friends, God and Saint George.