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KING EDWARD

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 [80]
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 [85]
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 nor of large pay.

[Flourish. March.] Exeunt.

Scene VIII IT

Flourish. Enter the King [Henry], Warwick [bearing a letter], Montague,
Clarence, Oxford, [and Exeter].

WARWICK

What counsel, lords? Edward from Belgia
With hasty Germans and blunt Hollanders
Hath passed in safety through the Narrow Seas
And with his troops doth march amain to London;
And many giddy people flock to him. [5]

KING HENRY

Let’s levy men and beat him back again.

CLARENCE

A little fire is quickly trodden out
Which, being suffered, rivers cannot quench.

WARWICK

In Warwickshire I have true-hearted friends
Not mutinous in peace yet bold in war; [10]
Those will I muster up; and thou, son Clarence,
Shalt stir in Suffolk, Norfolk, and in Kent
The knights and gentlemen to come with thee. -