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Act IV, Scene 7
1Before York.
2Flourish. Enter King Edward, Gloucester, Hastings, and Soldiers.
3King EdwardNow, brother Richard, Lord Hastings, and the rest,
Yet thus far fortune maketh us amends,
And says that once more I shall interchange
My waned state for Henry’s regal crown.
Well have we pass’d and now repass’d the seas
And brought desired help from Burgundy:
What then remains, we being thus arrived
From Ravenspurgh haven before the gates of York,
But that we enter, as into our dukedom?
4GloucesterThe gates made fast! Brother, I like not this;
For many men that stumble at the threshold
Are well foretold that danger lurks within.
5King EdwardTush, man, abodements must not now affright us:
By fair or foul means we must enter in,
For hither will our friends repair to us.
6HastingsMy liege, I’ll knock once more to summon them.
7Enter, on the walls, the Mayor of York, and his Brethren.
8MayorMy lords, we were forewarned of your coming,
And shut the gates for safety of ourselves;
For now we owe allegiance unto Henry.
9King EdwardBut, master mayor, if Henry be your king,
Yet Edward at the least is Duke of York.
10MayorTrue, my good lord; I know you for no less.
11King EdwardWhy, and I challenge nothing but my dukedom,
As being well content with that alone.
12GloucesterAside. But when the fox hath once got in his nose,
He’ll soon find means to make the body follow.
13HastingsWhy, master mayor, why stand you in a doubt?
Open the gates; we are King Henry’s friends.
14MayorAy, say you so? the gates shall then be open’d. They descend.
15GloucesterA wise stout captain, and soon persuaded!
16HastingsThe good old man would fain that all were well,
So ’twere not ’long of him; but being enter’d,
I doubt not, I, but we shall soon persuade
Both him and all his brothers unto reason.
17Enter the Mayor and two Aldermen below.
18King EdwardSo, master mayor: these gates must not be shut
But in the night or in the time of war.
What! fear not, man, but yield me up the keys; Takes his keys.
For Edward will defend the town and thee,
And all those friends that deign to follow me.
19March. Enter Montgomery, with drum and soldiers.
20GloucesterBrother, this is Sir John Montgomery,
Our trusty friend, unless I be deceived.
21King EdwardWelcome, Sir John! But why come you in arms?
22MontagueTo help King Edward in his time of storm,
As every loyal subject ought to do.
23King EdwardThanks, good Montgomery; but we now forget
Our title to the crown and only claim
Our dukedom till God please to send the rest.
24MontagueThen fare you well, for I will hence again:
I came to serve a king and not a duke.
Drummer, strike up, and let us march away. The drum begins to march.
25King EdwardNay, stay, Sir John, awhile, and we’ll debate
By what safe means the crown may be recover’d.
26MontagueWhat talk you of debating? in few words,
If you’ll not here proclaim yourself our king,
I’ll leave you to your fortune and be gone
To keep them back that come to succour you:
Why shall we fight, if you pretend no title?
27GloucesterWhy, brother, wherefore stand you on nice points?
28King EdwardWhen we grow stronger, then we’ll make our claim:
Till then, ’tis wisdom to conceal our meaning.
29HastingsAway with scrupulous wit! now arms must rule.
30GloucesterAnd fearless minds climb soonest unto crowns.
Brother, we will proclaim you out of hand;
The bruit thereof will bring you many friends.
31King EdwardThen be it as you will; for ’tis my right,
And Henry but usurps the diadem.
32MontagueAy, now my sovereign speaketh like himself;
And now will I be Edward’s champion.
33HastingsSound trumpet; Edward shall be here proclaim’d:
Come, fellow-soldier, make thou proclamation. Flourish.
34SoldierEdward the Fourth, by the grace of God, king of England and France, and lord of Ireland, etc.
35MontagueAnd whosoe’er gainsays King Edward’s right,
By this I challenge him to single fight. Throws down his gauntlet.
36AllLong live Edward the Fourth!
37King EdwardThanks, 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;
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,
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 not of large pay. Exeunt.