2493 Edw. Now Brother Richard, Lord Hastings, and the rest,

2494Yet thus farre Fortune maketh vs amends,

2495And sayes, that once more I shall enterchange

2496My wained state, for Henries Regall Crowne.

2497Well haue we pass'd, and now re-pass'd the Seas,

2498And brought desired helpe from Burgundie.

2499What then remaines, we being thus arriu'd

2500From Rauenspurre Hauen, before the Gates of Yorke,

2501But that we enter, as into our Dukedome?

2502Rich. The Gates made fast?

2503Brother, I like not this.

2504For many men that stumble at the Threshold,

2505Are well fore-told, that danger lurkes within.

2506 Edw. Tush man, aboadments must not now affright vs:

2507By faire or foule meanes we must enter in,

2508For hither will our friends repaire to vs.

2509 Hast. My Liege, Ile knocke once more, to summon

2510them.

2513Maior. My Lords,

2514We were fore-warned of your comming,

2515And shut the Gates, for safetie of our selues;

2516For now we owe allegeance vnto Henry.

2517Edw. But, Master Maior, if Henry be your King,

2518Yet Edward, at the least, is Duke of Yorke.

2519 Maior. True, my good Lord, I know you for no

2520lesse.

2521 Edw. Why, and I challenge nothing but my Dukedome,

2522As being well content with that alone.

2523Rich. But when the Fox hath once got in his Nose,

2524Hee'le soone finde meanes to make the Body follow.

2525 Hast. Why, Master Maior, why stand you in a doubt?

2526Open the Gates, we are King Henries friends.

2527 Maior. I, say you so? the Gates shall then be opened.

2529Rich. A wise stout Captaine, and soone perswaded.

2530 Hast. The good old man would faine that all were wel,

2531So 'twere not long of him: but being entred,

2532I doubt not I, but we shall soone perswade

2533Both him, and all his Brothers, vnto reason.

2535 Edw. So, Master Maior: these Gates must not be shut,

2536But in the Night, or in the time of Warre.

2537What, feare not man, but yeeld me vp the Keyes,

2539For Edward will defend the Towne, and thee,

2540And all those friends, that deine to follow mee.

2543Rich. Brother, this is Sir Iohn Mountgomerie,

2544Our trustie friend, vnlesse I be deceiu'd.

2545 Edw. Welcome Sir Iohn: but why come you in

2546Armes?

2547 Mount. To helpe King Edward in his time of storme,

2548As euery loyall Subiect ought to doe.

2549Edw. Thankes good Mountgomerie:

2550But we now forget our Title to the Crowne,

2551And onely clayme our Dukedome,

2552Till God please to send the rest.

2553Mount. Then fare you well, for I will hence againe,

2554I came to serue a King, and not a Duke:

2555Drummer strike vp, and let vs march away.

2557Edw. Nay stay, Sir Iohn, a while, and wee'le debate

2558By what safe meanes the Crowne may be recouer'd.

2559 Mount. What talke you of debating? in few words,

2560If you'le not here proclaime your selfe our King,

2561Ile leaue you to your fortune, and be gone,

2562To keepe them back, that come to succour you.

2563Why shall we fight, if you pretend no Title?

2564 Rich. Why Brother, wherefore stand you on nice

2565points?

2566Edw. When wee grow stronger,

2567Then wee'le make our Clayme:

2568Till then, 'tis wisdome to conceale our meaning.

2569 Hast. Away with scrupulous Wit, now Armes must

2570rule.

2571 Rich. And fearelesse minds clyme soonest vnto Crowns.

2572Brother, we will proclaime you out of hand,

2573The bruit thereof will bring you many friends.

2574Edw. Then be it as you will: for 'tis my right,

2575And Henry but vsurpes the Diademe.

2576 Mount. I, now my Soueraigne speaketh like himselfe,

2577And now will I be Edwards Champion.

2578 Hast. Sound Trumpet, Edward shal be here proclaim'd:

2579Come, fellow Souldior, make thou proclamation.

2581 Soul. Edward the Fourth, by the Grace of God, King of

2582England and France, and Lord of Ireland, &c.

2583 Mount. And whosoe're gainsayes King Edwards right,

2584By this I challenge him to single fight.

2586All. Long liue Edward the Fourth.

2587Edw. Thankes braue Mountgomery,

2588And thankes vnto you all:

2589If fortune serue me, Ile requite this kindnesse.

2590Now for this Night, let's harbor here in Yorke:

2591And when the Morning Sunne shall rayse his Carre

2592Aboue the Border of this Horizon,

2593Wee'le forward towards Warwicke, and his Mates;

2594For well I wot, that Henry is no Souldier.

2595Ah froward Clarence, how euill it beseemes thee,

2596To flatter Henry, and forsake thy Brother?

2597Yet as wee may, wee'le meet both thee and Warwicke.

2598Come on braue Souldiors: doubt not of the Day,

2599And that once gotten, doubt not of large Pay. Exeunt.