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.