_Glou._ Well guess’d, believe me; for that was my meaning. [cde022] _K. Edw._ Stanley, I will requite thy forwardness. _Glou._ But wherefore stay we? ’tis no time to talk. _K. Edw._ Huntsman, what say’st thou? wilt thou go along? [cde025] _Hunt._ Better do so than tarry and be hang’d. _Glou._ Come then, away; let’s ha’ no more ado. [cde027] _K. Edw._ Bishop, farewell: shield thee from Warwick’s frown; [cde028] And pray that I may repossess the crown. [_Exeunt._ SCENE VI. _London. The Tower_. _Flourish. Enter_ KING HENRY, CLARENCE, WARWICK, SOMERSET, _young_ RICHMOND, OXFORD, MONTAGUE, _and_ Lieutenant of the Tower. _K. Hen._ Master lieutenant, now that God and friends [cdf001] Have shaken Edward from the regal seat, And turn’d my captive state to liberty, My fear to hope, my sorrows unto joys, At our enlargement what are thy due fees? ·cdf005· _Lieu._ Subjects may challenge nothing of their sovereigns; But if an humble prayer may prevail, I then crave pardon of your majesty. _K. Hen._ For what, lieutenant? for well using me? Nay, be thou sure I’ll well requite thy kindness, ·cdf010· For that it made my imprisonment a pleasure; [cdf011] Ay, such a pleasure as incaged birds Conceive when after many moody thoughts At last by notes of household harmony They quite forget their loss of liberty. ·cdf015· But, Warwick, after God, thou set’st me free, And chiefly therefore I thank God and thee; He was the author, thou the instrument. Therefore, that I may conquer fortune’s spite By living low, where fortune cannot hurt me, ·cdf020· And that the people of this blessed land May not be punish’d with my thwarting stars, Warwick, although my head still wear the crown, I here resign my government to thee, For thou art fortunate in all thy deeds. ·cdf025· _War._ Your grace hath still been famed for virtuous; And now may seem as wise as virtuous, By spying and avoiding fortune’s malice, For few men rightly temper with the stars: Yet in this one thing let me blame your grace, ·cdf030· For choosing me when Clarence is in place. _Clar._ No, Warwick, thou art worthy of the sway, To whom the heavens in thy nativity Adjudged an olive branch and laurel crown, As likely to be blest in peace and war; ·cdf035· And therefore I yield thee my free consent. _War._ And I choose Clarence only for protector. _K. Hen._ Warwick and Clarence, give me both your hands: Now join your hands, and with your hands your hearts, That no dissension hinder government: ·cdf040· I make you both protectors of this land, While I myself will lead a private life And in devotion spend my latter days, To sin’s rebuke and my Creator’s praise. _War._ What answers Clarence to his sovereign’s will? ·cdf045· _Clar._ That he consents, if Warwick yield consent; For on thy fortune I repose myself.