Go home to bed, and like the owl by day,
If he arise, be mock'd and wonder'd at.

QUEEN MARGARET.
Thanks, gentle Somerset.--Sweet Oxford, thanks.

PRINCE.
And take his thanks that yet hath nothing else.

[Enter a Messenger.]

MESSENGER.
Prepare you, lords, for Edward is at hand
Ready to fight; therefore be resolute.

OXFORD.
I thought no less; it is his policy
To haste thus fast, to find us unprovided.

SOMERSET.
But he's deceiv'd; we are in readiness.

QUEEN MARGARET.
This cheers my heart, to see your forwardness.

OXFORD.
Here pitch our battle; hence we will not budge.

[Flourish and march. Enter KING EDWARD, CLARENCE,
GLOSTER, and Forces.]