1. SCENE I. Coventry.
[Enter, upon the walls, WARWICK, the Mayor of Coventry, two
Messengers, and others.]
Where is the post that came from valiant Oxford?--
How far hence is thy lord, mine honest fellow?
By this at Dunsmore, marching hitherward.
How far off is our brother Montague?
Where is the post that came from Montague?
By this at Daintry, with a puissant troop.
[Enter SIR JOHN SOMERVILLE.]
Say, Somerville, what says my loving son?
And, by thy guess, how nigh is Clarence now?
At Southam I did leave him with his forces
And do expect him here some two hours hence.
Then Clarence is at hand; I hear his drum.
It is not his, my lord; here Southam lies.
The drum your honour hears marcheth from Warwick.
Who should that be? belike, unlook'd-for friends.
They are at hand, and you shall quickly know.
[March. Flourish. Enter KING EDWARD, GLOSTER, and Forces.]
Go, trumpet, to the walls and sound a parle.
See how the surly Warwick mans the wall.
O, unbid spite! Is sportful Edward come?
Where slept our scouts, or how are they seduc'd,
That we could hear no news of his repair?
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.