William Shakespeare: Henry VI (Pt 3), Act IV, Scene VII
Flourish. Enter King Edward IV, Gloucester, Hastings, and Soldiers
Yet thus far fortune maketh us amends,
And says that once more I shall interchange
My waned state for Henry's regal crown.
Well have we pass'd and now repass'd the seas
And brought desired help from Burgundy:
What then remains, we being thus arrived
From Ravenspurgh haven before the gates of York,
But that we enter, as into our dukedom?
For many men that stumble at the threshold
Are well foretold that danger lurks within.
By fair or foul means we must enter in,
For hither will our friends repair to us.
Enter, on the walls, the Mayor of York, and his Brethren
And shut the gates for safety of ourselves;
For now we owe allegiance unto Henry.
He'll soon find means to make the body follow.
So 'twere not 'long of him; but being enter'd,
I doubt not, I, but we shall soon persuade
Both him and all his brothers unto reason.
Enter the Mayor and two Aldermen, below
But in the night or in the time of war.
What! fear not, man, but yield me up the keys;
Takes his keys
And all those friends that deign to follow me.
March. Enter Montgomery, with drum and soldiers
Our title to the crown and only claim
Our dukedom till God please to send the rest.
I came to serve a king and not a duke.
Drummer, strike up, and let us march away.
The drum begins to march
By what safe means the crown may be recover'd.
If you'll not here proclaim yourself our king,
I'll leave you to your fortune and be gone
To keep them back that come to succor you:
Why shall we fight, if you pretend no title?
Till then, 'tis wisdom to conceal our meaning.
Brother, we will proclaim you out of hand:
The bruit thereof will bring you many friends.
Come, fellow-soldier, make thou proclamation.
Throws down his gauntlet
If fortune serve me, I'll requite this kindness.
Now, for this night, let's harbour here in York;
And when the morning sun shall raise his car
Above the border of this horizon,
We'll forward towards Warwick and his mates;
For well I wot that Henry is no soldier.
Ah, froward Clarence! how evil it beseems thee
To flatter Henry and forsake thy brother!
Yet, as we may, we'll meet both thee and Warwick.
Come on, brave soldiers: doubt not of the day,
And, that once gotten, doubt not of large pay.