_War._ Trust me, my lord, all hitherto goes well; [cdb001] The common people by numbers swarm to us. [cdb002] But see where Somerset and Clarence comes! [cdb003] Speak suddenly, my lords, are we all friends? _Enter_ CLARENCE _and_ SOMERSET. _Clar._ Fear not that, my lord. [cdb005] _War._ Then, gentle Clarence, welcome unto Warwick; And welcome, Somerset: I hold it cowardice To rest mistrustful where a noble heart Hath pawn’d an open hand in sign of love; Else might I think that Clarence, Edward’s brother, ·cdb010· Were but a feigned friend to our proceedings: But welcome, sweet Clarence; my daughter shall be thine. [cdb012] And now what rests but, in night’s coverture, [cdb013] Thy brother being carelessly encamp’d, His soldiers lurking in the towns about, [cdb015] And but attended by a simple guard, We may surprise and take him at our pleasure? Our scouts have found the adventure very easy: That as Ulysses and stout Diomede With sleight and manhood stole to Rhesus’ tents, [cdb020] And brought from thence the Thracian fatal steeds, So we, well cover’d with the night’s black mantle, At unawares may beat down Edward’s guard And seize himself; I say not, slaughter him, For I intend but only to surprise him. ·cdb025· You that will follow me to this attempt, [cdb026] Applaud the name of Henry with your leader. [_They all cry_, ‘Henry!’ Why, then, let’s on our way in silent sort: For Warwick and his friends, God and Saint George! [_Exeunt._ SCENE III. _Edward’s camp, near Warwick_. _Enter three_ Watchmen, _to guard the_ KING’S _tent_. _First Watch._ Come on, my masters, each man take his stand: [cdc001] The king by this is set him down to sleep. [cdc002] _Second Watch._ What, will he not to bed? _First Watch._ Why, no; for he hath made a solemn vow Never to lie and take his natural rest ·cdc005· Till Warwick or himself be quite suppress’d. _Second Watch._ To-morrow then belike shall be the day, If Warwick be so near as men report. _Third Watch._ But say, I pray, what nobleman is that That with the king here resteth in his tent? ·cdc010· _First Watch._ ’Tis the Lord Hastings, the king’s chiefest friend. _Third Watch._ 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? [cdc014] _Second Watch._ ’Tis the more honour, because more dangerous. [cdc015] _Third Watch._ Ay, but give me worship and quietness; I like it better than a dangerous honour. If Warwick knew in what estate he stands, ’Tis to be doubted he would waken him. _First Watch._ Unless our halberds did shut up his passage. ·cdc020· _Second Watch._ Ay, wherefore else guard we his royal tent, [cdc021] But to defend his person from night-foes? [cdc022] _Enter_ WARWICK, CLARENCE, OXFORD, SOMERSET, _and French soldiers, silent all_.