3 KING HENRY VI 4.2

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3 KING HENRY VI 4.2

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]

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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?

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]

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