_K. Edw._ Nay, stay, Sir John, awhile, and we’ll debate By what safe means the crown may be recover’d. _Mont._ What talk you of debating? in few words, If you’ll not here proclaim yourself our king, I’ll leave you to your fortune and be gone ·cdg055· To keep them back that come to succour you: Why shall we fight, if you pretend no title? [cdg057] _Glou._ Why, brother, wherefore stand you on nice points? _K. Edw._ When we grow stronger, then we’ll make our claim: [cdg059] Till then, ’tis wisdom to conceal our meaning. ·cdg060· _Hast._ Away with scrupulous wit! now arms must rule. [cdg061] _Glou._ And fearless minds climb soonest unto crowns. Brother, we will proclaim you out of hand; The bruit thereof will bring you many friends. _K. Edw._ Then be it as you will; for ’tis my right, ·cdg065· And Henry but usurps the diadem. _Mont._ Ay, now my sovereign speaketh like himself; And now will I be Edward’s champion. _Hast._ Sound trumpet; Edward shall be here proclaim’d: Come, fellow-soldier, make thou proclamation. [cdg070] [_Flourish._ _Sold._ Edward the Fourth, by the grace of God, king [cdg071] of England and France, and lord of Ireland, &c. _Mont._ And whosoe’er gainsays King Edward’s right, By this I challenge him to single fight. [_Throws down his gauntlet._ _All._ Long live Edward the Fourth! ·cdg075· _K. Edw._ Thanks, brave Montgomery; and thanks unto you all: [cdg076] If fortune serve me, I’ll requite this kindness. Now, for this night, let’s harbour here in York; [cdg078] And when the morning sun shall raise his car Above the border of this horizon, ·cdg080· We’ll forward towards Warwick and his mates; For well I wot that Henry is no soldier. Ah, froward Clarence! how evil it beseems thee, [cdg083] To flatter Henry and forsake thy brother! Yet, as we may, we’ll meet both thee and Warwick. ·cdg085· Come on, brave soldiers: doubt not of the day, And, that once gotten, doubt not of large pay. [_Exeunt._ SCENE VIII. _London. The palace_. _Flourish. Enter_ KING HENRY, WARWICK, MONTAGUE, CLARENCE, EXETER, _and_ OXFORD. _War._ What counsel, lords? Edward from Belgia, [cdh001] With hasty Germans and blunt Hollanders, [cdh002] Hath pass’d in safety through the narrow seas, And with his troops doth march amain to London; And many giddy people flock to him. ·cdh005· _K. Hen._ Let’s levy men, and beat him back again. _Clar._ A little fire is quickly trodden out; Which, being suffer’d, rivers cannot quench.