Flourish. Enter King Edward IV, Gloucester, Hastings, and Soldiers
Now, brother Richard, Lord Hastings, and the rest, Yet thus far fortune maketh us amends, And says that once more I shall interchange My waned state for Henry's regal crown. Well have we pass'd and now repass'd the seas And brought desired help from Burgundy: What then remains, we being thus arrived From Ravenspurgh haven before the gates of York, But that we enter, as into our dukedom?
The gates made fast! Brother, I like not this; For many men that stumble at the threshold Are well foretold that danger lurks within.
Tush, man, abodements must not now affright us: By fair or foul means we must enter in, For hither will our friends repair to us.
Enter, on the walls, the Mayor of York, and his Brethren
My lords, we were forewarned of your coming, And shut the gates for safety of ourselves; For now we owe allegiance unto Henry.
But when the fox hath once got in his nose, He'll soon find means to make the body follow.
The good old man would fain that all were well, So 'twere not 'long of him; but being enter'd, I doubt not, I, but we shall soon persuade Both him and all his brothers unto reason.
Enter the Mayor and two Aldermen, below
So, master mayor: these gates must not be shut But in the night or in the time of war. What! fear not, man, but yield me up the keys;
Takes his keys
For Edward will defend the town and thee, And all those friends that deign to follow me.
March. Enter Montgomery, with drum and soldiers
Thanks, good Montgomery; but we now forget Our title to the crown and only claim Our dukedom till God please to send the rest.
Then fare you well, for I will hence again: I came to serve a king and not a duke. Drummer, strike up, and let us march away.
The drum begins to march
Nay, stay, Sir John, awhile, and we'll debate By what safe means the crown may be recover'd.
What talk you of debating? in few words, If you'll not here proclaim yourself our king, I'll leave you to your fortune and be gone To keep them back that come to succor you: Why shall we fight, if you pretend no title?
When we grow stronger, then we'll make our claim: Till then, 'tis wisdom to conceal our meaning.
And fearless minds climb soonest unto crowns. Brother, we will proclaim you out of hand: The bruit thereof will bring you many friends.
Sound trumpet; Edward shall be here proclaim'd: Come, fellow-soldier, make thou proclamation.
Throws down his gauntlet
Thanks, brave Montgomery; and thanks unto you all: If fortune serve me, I'll requite this kindness. Now, for this night, let's harbour here in York; And when the morning sun shall raise his car Above the border of this horizon, We'll forward towards Warwick and his mates; For well I wot that Henry is no soldier. Ah, froward Clarence! how evil it beseems thee To flatter Henry and forsake thy brother! Yet, as we may, we'll meet both thee and Warwick. Come on, brave soldiers: doubt not of the day, And, that once gotten, doubt not of large pay.
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