3. SCENE III. Edward's Camp near Warwick.
[Enter certain Watchmen, to guard the KING'S tent.]
Come on, my masters, each man take his stand;
The king by this is set him down to sleep.
What, will he not to bed?
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.
To-morrow, then, belike shall be the day,
If Warwick be so near as men report.
But say, I pray, what nobleman is that
That with the king here resteth in his tent?
'T is the Lord Hastings, the king's chiefest friend.
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?
'T is the more honour, because more dangerous.
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.
Unless our halberds did shut up his passage.
Ay; wherefore else guard we his royal tent
But to defend his person from night-foes?
[Enter WARWICK, CLARENCE, OXFORD, SOMERSET,
and Forces silently.]
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.
Who goes there?
Stay, or thou diest.