Henry VI, Pt. 3
Act IV, Scene 2
A plain in Warwickshire.
- Enter Warwick and Oxford in England, with French Soldiers.
Earl of Warwick1 - 4
- Trust me, my lord, all hitherto goes well,
- The common people by numbers swarm to us.
- Enter Clarence and Somerset.
- But see where Somerset and Clarence comes!
- Speak suddenly, my lords, are we all friends?
Duke of Clarence5
- Fear not that, my lord.
Earl of Warwick6 - 29
- Then, gentle Clarence, welcome unto Warwick,
- And welcome, Somerset! I hold it cowardice
- To rest mistrustful where a noble heart
- Hath pawn’d an open hand in sign of love;
- Else might I think that Clarence, Edward’s brother,
- Were but a feigned friend to our proceedings.
- But welcome, sweet Clarence, my daughter shall be thine.
- And now what rests but, in night’s coverture,
- Thy brother being carelessly encamp’d,
- His soldiers lurking in the town about,
- And but attended by a simple guard,
- We may surprise and take him at our pleasure?
- Our scouts have found the adventure very easy;
- That as Ulysses and stout Diomede
- With sleight and manhood stole to Rhesus’ tents
- And brought from thence the Thracian fatal steeds,
- So we, well cover’d with the night’s black mantle,
- At unawares may beat down Edward’s guard,
- And seize himself; I say not, slaughter him,
- For I intend but only to surprise him.
- You that will follow me to this attempt,
- Applaud the name of Henry with your leader.
- They all cry, “Henry!”
- Why then, let’s on our way in silent sort.
- For Warwick and his friends, God and Saint George!