1640Enter Warwike and Oxford, with souldiers.  1641War. Tru
st me my Lords all hitherto goes well,
  1642The common people by numbers 
swarme to vs,
  21911643But 
see where 
Sommerset and 
Clarence comes,
  21921644Speake 
suddenlie my Lords, are we all friends?
  21941646War. Then gentle 
Clarence welcome vnto 
Warwike.
  21951647And welcome 
Summerset, I hold it cowardi
se,
  21961648To re
st mi
stru
stfull where a noble hart,
  21971649Hath pawnde an open hand in 
signe of loue,
  21981650El
se might I thinke that 
Clarence, 
Edwards brother,
  21991651Were but a fained friend to our proceedings,
  22001652But welcome 
sweet 
Clarence my daughter 
shal be thine.
  22011653And now what re
sts but in nights couerture,
  22021654Thy brother being carele
slie encampt,
   His
 The Tragedie of Richard D. of
 22031655His 
souldiers lurking in the towne about,
  22041656And but attended by a 
simple guarde,
  22051657We maie 
surpri
se and take him at our plea
sure,
  22061658Our 
skouts haue found the aduenture verie ea
sie,
  22071659Then crie king 
Henry with re
solued mindes,
  22081660And breake we pre
sentlie into his tent.
  22171661Cla. Why then lets on our waie in 
silent 
sort,
  22181662For 
Warwike and his friends God and 
saint 
George.