You may repent it, sir.-My guards, there!-seize This traitor, and convey him to the Tower; There let him learn obedience. Enter GUARDS, who seize WARWICK, and endeavour to disarm him. Warw. Slaves, stand off! If I must yield my sword, I'll give it him, King E. Hence! away with him! Warw. "Tis well: Exert your power, it may not last you long; [Exit. Pemb. Presumptuous rebel!-ah! who's here? Enter a MESSENGER. Mess. My liege, Queen Margret, with the prince, her son, are fled; From those who have pursu'd her, to be join'd King E. Warwick in league with her! O, Heav'n! 'tis well We've crush'd the serpent, ere his poison spread Throughout our kingdom-guard the palace gates, Keep double watch; summon my troops togetherWhere is my brother Clarence, Buckingham, And Pembroke? we must check this foul rebellion. [Exit MESSENGER. E Enter the EARL OF SUFFOLK. Suf. My liege, the Duke of Clarence- Suf. Hath left the court; this moment I beheld him In conf'rence deep with Pembroke, who, it seems, King E. Well! 'tis no matter: I Have deeper cause for grief; he cannot feel Treated with indifference by her, Whom I ador'd, forsaken by my brother, Though rebel Clarence wrings my tortur'd heart, Without his boasted aid, I could have gain'd [Exeunt. ACT THE FOURTH. SCENE I. The Tower. Enter the EARL OF WARWICK. Warw. Mistaken mortals plan delusive schemes But when I look around me, can I hope Enter PEMBROKE. Pemb, My friend ! Warw. My Pembroke, welcome! Thee I have found most just and kind; But, in the darkness of adversity, The jewel friendship shines with double lustre. That I have suffer'd, thou wouldst pity me. Pemb. I would do more, much more, my Warwick: he, Who only pities, but insults the wretched : I come with nobler views; I come to tell thee, Warw. How kind thou art, To feel for Warwick! Pemb. Ev'ry honest breast Must feel the inj'ries that a good man suffers: Warw. I've not deserv'd them. Pemb. Nor shalt thou wear them long; for thou hast great And powerful friends--the noble Duke of ClarenceWarw. Ha! Then I am not forsaken: Clarence! Pemb. Yes: The gallant youth, with honest zeal, declar'd Warw. Then, Edward, I defy thee! gen'rous Clarence! Thou know'st, the man who thus could treat a friend Would soon forget a brother-but say, Pembroke, How stands the Duke of Buckingham? Pemb. Fast bound To Edward; he, and that smooth courtier, Suffolk, His tott'ring throne: but Margret- My new ally? has she escap'd the tyrant? Pemb. She has: and, by some wondrous means, contriv'd To free her captive son. I must admire that enterprising woman: Pemb. Already she has rais'd A pow'rful army; all the secret foes Of York's ambitious line rush forth in crowds, So deep as obligations to a foe. Is there no way to liberty, my friend, But through the bloody paths of civil war? Warw. Then it must be so: could have wish'd-but freedom and revenge On any other terms are welcome. Pemb. Here then join we Our hands Warw. Our hearts. Pemb. Now, Warwick, be thou firm No foolish fond remembrance of past friendship, know'st, I lov'd him but too well, and this vile prison |