It boots not to resist both wind and tide.
Exeunt [Edward and Somerset, with Guard].
Oxf. What now remains, my lords, for us to do,
But march to London with our soldiers? 60
War. Ay, that's the first thing that we have to do;
To free King Henry from imprisonment,
And see him seated in the regal throne. Exeunt.
[London. A Room in the Palace]
Enter Rivers and Lady Grey [Queen Elizabeth].
Riv. Madam, what makes you in this sudden change?
L. Grey. Why,
What late misfortune is befall'n King Edward?
Riv. What! loss of some pitch'd battle against Warwick? 4
L. Grey. No, but the loss of his own royal person.
Riv. Then is my sovereign slain?
L. Grey. Ay, almost slain, for he is taken prisoner;
Either betray'd by falsehood of his guard 8
Or by his foe surpris'd at unawares:
And, as I further have to understand,
Is new committed to the Bishop of York,
Fell Warwick's brother, and by that our foe. 12
Riv. These news, I must confess, are full of grief;
Yet, gracious madam, bear it as you may:
Warwick may lose, that now hath won the day.
L. Grey. Till then fair hope must hinder life's decay. 16
And I the rather wean me from despair
For love of Edward's offspring in my womb: