| ACT IV.
3. SCENE III. Edward's Camp near Warwick.
 [Enter certain Watchmen, to guard the KING'S tent.]
 1 WATCHMAN.
Come on, my masters, each man take his stand;
 The king by this is set him down to sleep.
 
 2 WATCHMAN.
What, will he not to bed?
 
 1 WATCHMAN.
Why, no; for he hath made a solemn vow
 Never to lie and take his natural rest
 Till Warwick or himself be quite suppress'd.
 
 2 WATCHMAN.
To-morrow, then, belike shall be the day,
 If Warwick be so near as men report.
 
 3 WATCHMAN.
But say, I pray, what nobleman is that
 That with the king here resteth in his tent?
 
 1 WATCHMAN.
'T is the Lord Hastings, the king's chiefest friend.
 
 3 WATCHMAN.
O, is it So? But why commands the king
 That his chief followers lodge in towns about him,
 While he himself keeps in the cold field?
 
 2 WATCHMAN.
'T is the more honour, because more dangerous.
 
 3 WATCHMAN.
Ay, but give me worship and quietness;
 I like it better than dangerous honour.
 If Warwick knew in what estate he stands,
 'T is to be doubted he would waken him.
 
 1 WATCHMAN.
Unless our halberds did shut up his passage.
 
 2 WATCHMAN.
Ay; wherefore else guard we his royal tent
 But to defend his person from night-foes?
 
 [Enter WARWICK, CLARENCE, OXFORD, SOMERSET,
and Forces silently.]
 
 WARWICK.
This is his tent; and see where, stand his guard.
 Courage, my masters! honour now or never!
 But follow me, and Edward shall be ours.
 
 1 WATCHMAN.
Who goes there?
 
 2 WATCHMAN.
Stay, or thou diest.
 
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