Page 882 - Shakespeare - Vol. 1
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What news, my friend?
POST
That Edward is escapèd from your brother
And fled, as he hears since, to Burgundy.
WARWICK
Unsavoury news! But how made he escape? [80]
POST
He was conveyed by Richard, Duke of Gloucester,
And the Lord Hastings who attended him
In secret ambush on the forest side
And from the bishop’s huntsmen rescued him -
For hunting was his daily exercise. [85]
WARWICK
My brother was too careless of his charge.
But let us hence, my sovereign, to provide
A salve for any sore that may betide.
Exeunt all but Somerset, Richmond, and Oxford.
SOMERSET
My Lord, I like not of this flight of Edward’s,
For doubtless Burgundy will yield him help [90]
And we shall have more wars befor’t be long.
As Henry’s late presaging prophecy
Did glad my heart with hope of this young Richmond,
So doth my heart misgive me, in these conflicts,
What may befall him to his harm and ours. [95]
Therefore, Lord Oxford, to prevent the worst
Forthwith we’ll send him hence to Brittany
Till storms be past of civil enmity.
OXFORD
Ay, for if Edward repossess the crown
’Tis like that Richmond with the rest shall down. [100]
SOMERSET
It shall be so: he shall to Brittany.
