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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