Page 892 - Shakespeare - Vol. 1
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It is not his, my lord. Here Southam lies:
The drum your honour hears marcheth from Warwick.
WARWICK
Who should that be? Belike unlooked-for friends.
SOMERVILLE
They are at hand and you shall quickly know. [15]
March. Flourish. Enter [King] Edward, Richard [of Gloucester], and
Soldiers.
KING EDWARD
Go, trumpet, to the walls and sound a parle.
GLOUCEST ER
See how the surly Warwick mans the wall.
WARWICK
O unbid spite, is sportful Edward come?
Where slept our scouts or how are they seduced
That we could hear no news of his repair? [20]
KING EDWARD
Now, Warwick, wilt thou ope the city gates,
Speak gentle words, and humbly bend thy knee,
Call Edward king and at his hands beg mercy,
And he shall pardon thee these outrages.
WARWICK
Nay rather wilt thou draw thy forces hence, [25]
Confess who set thee up, and plucked thee down,
Call Warwick patron and be penitent,
And thou shalt still remain the Duke of York.
GLOUCEST ER
I thought at least he would have said ‘the king’,
Or did he make the jest against his will? [30]
WARWICK
