K. Edw. Seize on the shamefac'd Henry! bear him hence: 52
And once again proclaim us King of England.
You are the fount that makes small brooks to flow:
Now stops thy spring, my sea shall suck them dry,
And swell so much the higher by their ebb. 56
Hence with him to the Tower! let him not speak.
And, lords, towards Coventry bend we our course,
Where peremptory Warwick now remains:
The sun shines hot, and if we use delay, 60
Cold biting winter mars our hop'd-for hay.
Rich. Away betimes, before his forces join,
And take the great-grown traitor unawares:
Brave warriors, march amain towards Coventry. 64
ACT FIFTH
Scene One
[Coventry]
Enter Warwick, the Mayor of Coventry, two Messengers, and others, upon the Walls.
War. Where is the post that came from valiant Oxford?
How far hence is thy lord, mine honest fellow?
1. Mess. By this at Dunsmore, marching hitherward.
War. How far off is our brother Montague? 4
Where is the post that came from Montague?
52 shamefac'd: shamefast, bashful
55 Now . . . spring: now that your spring is stopped
60, 61 Cf. n.
3 Dunsmore: Dunsmore Heath, eight miles east of Coventry
