1641War. Trust 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?

21931645Cla. Feare not that my Lord.

21941646War. Then gentle Clarence welcome vnto Warwike.

21951647And welcome Summerset, I hold it cowardise,

21961648To rest mistrustfull where a noble hart,

21971649Hath pawnde an open hand in signe of loue,

21981650Else 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 rests but in nights couerture,

22021654Thy brother being careleslie encampt,

22031655His souldiers lurking in the towne about,

22041656And but attended by a simple guarde,

22051657We maie surprise and take him at our pleasure,

22061658Our skouts haue found the aduenture verie easie,

22071659Then crie king Henry with resolued mindes,

22081660And breake we presentlie into his tent.

22171661Cla. Why then lets on our waie in silent sort,

22181662For Warwike and his friends God and saint George.