Act 4 - Scene 2
A plain in Warwickshire.
Enter WARWICK and OXFORD, with French soldiers
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?
Fear not that, my lord.
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
Were but a feigned friend to our proceedings:
But welcome, sweet Clarence; my daughter shall be
And now what rests but, in night's coverture,
Thy brother being carelessly encamp'd,
lurking in the towns about,
And but attended by a simple guard,
We may surprise and take him at our
Our scouts have found the adventure very easy:
That as Ulysses and stout Diomede
and manhood stole to Rhesus' tents,
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,
For I intend but only to surprise him.
You that will follow me to this attempt,
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!
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