_Glou._ Come, Warwick, take the time; kneel down, kneel down: [cea048] Nay, when? strike now, or else the iron cools. _War._ I had rather chop this hand off at a blow, [cea050] And with the other fling it at thy face, Than bear so low a sail, to strike to thee. _K. Edw._ Sail how thou canst, have wind and tide thy friend, This hand, fast wound about thy coal-black hair, Shall, whiles thy head is warm and new cut off, ·cea055· Write in the dust this sentence with thy blood, ‘Wind-changing Warwick now can change no more.’ [cea057] _Enter_ OXFORD, _with drum and colours_. _War._ O cheerful colours! see where Oxford comes! [cea058] _Oxf._ Oxford, Oxford, for Lancaster! [cea059] [_He and his forces enter the city._ _Glou._ The gates are open, let us enter too. ·cea060· _K. Edw._ So other foes may set upon our backs. Stand we in good array; for they no doubt Will issue out again and bid us battle: If not, the city being but of small defence, [cea064] We’ll quickly rouse the traitors in the same. ·cea065· _War._ O, welcome, Oxford! for we want thy help. _Enter_ MONTAGUE, _with drum and colours_. _Mont._ Montague, Montague, for Lancaster! [cea067] [_He and his forces enter the city._ _Glou._ Thou and thy brother both shall buy this treason [cea068] Even with the dearest blood your bodies bear. _K. Edw._ The harder match’d, the greater victory: ·cea070· My mind presageth happy gain and conquest. _Enter_ SOMERSET, _with drum and colours_. _Som._ Somerset, Somerset, for Lancaster! [_He and his forces enter the city._ _Glou._ Two of thy name, both Dukes of Somerset, Have sold their lives unto the house of York; And thou shalt be the third, if this sword hold. ·cea075· _Enter_ CLARENCE, _with drum and colours_. _War._ And lo, where George of Clarence sweeps along, Of force enough to bid his brother battle; With whom an upright zeal to right prevails [cea078] More than the nature of a brother’s love! [cea079] Come, Clarence, come; thou wilt, if Warwick call. ·cea080·