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• The Third Part of King Henry the Sixth: Dramatis PersonÆ.
• Act I.
• Scene I.—: London. the Parliament-house.
• Scene II.—: A Room In Sandal Castle, Near Wakefield, In Yorkshire.
• Scene III.—: Field of Battle Between Sandal Castle and Wakefield.
• Scene IV.—: Another Part of the Plains.
• Act II.
• Scene I.—: A Plain Near Mortimer’s Cross In Herefordshire.
• Scene II.—: Before York.
• Scene III.—: A Field of Battle Between Towton and Saxton, In Yorkshire.
• Scene IV.—: Another Part of the Field.
• Scene V.—: Another Part of the Field.
• Scene VI.—: The Same.
• Act III.
• Scene I.—: A Chase In the North of England.
• Scene II.—: London. a Room In the Palace.
• Scene III.—: France. a Room In the Palace.
• Act IV.
• Scene I.—: London. a Room In the Palace.
• Scene II.—: A Plain In Warwickshire.
• Scene III.—: Edward’scamp Near Warwick.
• Scene IV.—: London. a Room In the Palace.
• Scene V.—: A Park Near Middleham Castle In Yorkshire.
• Scene VI.—: A Room In the Tower.
• Scene VII.—: Before York.
• Scene VIII.—: London. a Room In the Palace.
• Act V.
• Scene I.—: Coventry.
• Scene II.—: A Field of Battle Near Barnet.
• Scene III.—: Another Part of the Field.
• Scene IV.—: Plains Near Tewksbury.
• Scene V.—: Another Part of the Same.
• Scene VI.—: London. a Room In the Tower.
• Scene VII.—: The Same. a Room In the Palace.

Scene II.—

A Plain in Warwickshire.

EnterWarwickandOxford,with French and other Forces.

War.

Trust me, my lord, all hitherto goes well;

The common people by numbers swarm to us.

EnterClarenceandSomerset.

But see where Somerset and Clarence come!

Speak suddenly, my lords, are we all friends?

Clar.

Fear not that, my lord.

War.

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;

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,

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,

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,

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!

[Exeunt.