Suggest but truth to my divining thoughts,
This pretty lad will prove our country's bliss.
His looks are full of peaceful majesty,
His head by nature fram'd to wear a crown,
His hand to wield a sceptre, and himself
Likely in time to bless a regal throne.
Make much of him, my lords; for this is he
Must help you more than you are hurt by me.

[Enter a Messenger.]

WARWICK.
What news, my friend?

MESSENGER.
That Edward is escaped from your brother,
And fled, as he hears since, to Burgundy.

WARWICK.
Unsavoury news! but how made he escape?

MESSENGER.
He was convey'd by Richard Duke of Gloster
And the Lord Hastings, who attended him
In secret ambush on the forest side,
And from the bishop's huntsmen rescued him,
For hunting was his daily exercise.

WARWICK.
My brother was too careless of his charge.--