| ACT IV SCENE II | A plain in Warwickshire. | |
| | Enter WARWICK and OXFORD, with French soldiers | |
| WARWICK | Trust me, my lord, all hitherto goes well; | |
| | The common people by numbers swarm to us. | |
| | Enter CLARENCE and SOMERSET | |
| | But see where Somerset and Clarence come! | |
| | Speak suddenly, my lords, are we all friends? | 5 |
| CLARENCE | Fear not that, my lord. | |
| WARWICK | 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; | 10 |
| | Else might I think that Clarence, Edward's brother, | |
| | Were but a feigned friend to our proceedings: | |
| | But welcome, sweet Clarence; my daughter shall be thine. | |
| | And now what rests but, in night's coverture, | |
| | Thy brother being carelessly encamp'd, | 15 |
| | His soldiers lurking in the towns about, | |
| | 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 | 20 |
| | With sleight and manhood stole to Rhesus' tents, | |
| | 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, | 25 |
| | For I intend but only to surprise him. | |
| | You that will follow me to this attempt, | |
| | 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! | 30 |
| | Exeunt | |
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