2 WATCHMAN.
Ay; wherefore else guard we his royal tent
But to defend his person from night-foes?

[Enter WARWICK, CLARENCE, OXFORD, SOMERSET,
and Forces silently.]

WARWICK.
This is his tent; and see where, stand his guard.
Courage, my masters! honour now or never!
But follow me, and Edward shall be ours.

1 WATCHMAN.
Who goes there?

2 WATCHMAN.
Stay, or thou diest.

[Warwick and the rest cry all, 'Warwick! Warwick!' and
set upon the guard, who fly, crying 'Arm! Arm!' Warwick
and the rest following them.]

[Drum beating and trumpet sounding; enter WARWICK
and the rest, bringing the KING out in his gown sitting in
a chair. GLOSTER and HASTINGS fly over the stage.]

SOMERSET.
What are they that fly there?

WARWICK.