ACT IV SCENE II | A plain in Warwickshire. | |
[Enter WARWICK and OXFORD, with French soldiers] |
WARWICK | 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 come! |
| Speak suddenly, my lords, are we all friends? |
CLARENCE | Fear not that, my lord. | 5 |
WARWICK | 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, | 10 |
| 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 towns about, | 15 |
| 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, | 20 |
| 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. | 25 |
| 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! |
[Exeunt] |