24181819King. Thus from the prison to this princelie seat,

24191820By Gods great mercies am I brought

24201821Againe, Clarence and VVarwike doe you

24211822Keepe the crowne, and gouerne and protect

24221823My realme in peace, and I will spend the

24231824Remnant of my daies, to sinnes rebuke

24251825And my Creators praise.

24261826VVar. What answeres Clarence to his soueraignes will?

24281827Cla. Clarence agrees to what king Henry likes.

24501828King. My Lord of Summerset, what prettie

24511829Boie is that you seeme to be so carefull of?

24521830Sum. And it please your grace, it is yong Henry,

24531831Earle of Richmond.

24541832King. Henry of Richmond, Come hither pretie Ladde.

24551833If heauenlie powers doe aime aright

24561834To my diuining thoughts, thou pretie boy,

24571835Shalt proue this Countries blisse,

24581836Thy head is made to weare a princelie crowne,

24591837Thy lookes are all repleat with Maiestie,

24601838Make much of him my Lords,

24611839For this is he shall helpe you more,

24621840Then you are hurt by me.

24641842War. What Counsell Lords, Edward from Belgia,

26031843With hastie Germaines and blunt Hollanders,

26041844Is past in safetie through the narrow seas,

26051845And with his troopes doe march amaine towardes (London,

26061846And manie giddie people follow him.

26081847Oxf. Tis best to looke to this betimes,

1848For if this fire doe kindle any further,

26091849It will be hard for vs to quench it out.

26101850War. In Warwike shire I haue true harted friends,

26111851Not mutinous in peace, yet bold in warre,

26121852Them will I muster vp, and thou sonne Clarence shalt

26131853In Essex, Suffolke, Norfolke, and in Kent,

26141854Stir vp the knights and gentlemen to come with thee.

26151855And thou brother Montague, in Leister shire,

26161856Buckingham and Northampton shire shalt finde,

26171857Men well inclinde to doe what thou commands,

26181858And thou braue Oxford wondrous well belou'd,

26191859Shalt in thy countries muster vp thy friends.

26201860My soueraigne with his louing Citizens,

26231861Shall rest in London till we come to him.

26241862Faire Lords take leaue and stand not to replie,

26251863Farewell my soueraigne.

26261864King. Farewel my Hector, my Troyes true hope.

26331865War. Farewell sweet Lords, lets meet at Couentrie.

26341866All. Agreed. Exeunt Omnes.