. Come, therefore, let's about it speedily. Now, brother Richard, Lord Hastings, and the rest, 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? The gates made fast! Brother, I like not this; For many men that stumble at the threshold Are well foretold that danger lurks within. Tush, man, abodements must not now affright us: By fair or foul means we must enter in, For hither will our friends repair to us. My liege, I'll knock once more to summon them. My lords, we were forewarned of your coming, And shut the gates for safety of ourselves; For now we owe allegiance unto Henry. But, master mayor, if Henry be your king, Yet Edward at the least is Duke of York. True, my good lord; I know you for no less. Why, and I challenge nothing but my dukedom, As being well content with that alone. But when the fox hath once got in his nose, He'll soon find means to make the body follow. Why, master mayor, why stand you in a doubt? Open the gates; we are King Henry's friends. Ay, say you so? the gates shall then be open'd. A wise stout captain, and soon persuaded! The good old man would fain that all were well, 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. So, master mayor: these gates must not be shut But in the night or in the time of war. What! fear not, man, but yield me up the keys; For Edward will defend the town and thee, And all those friends that deign to follow me. Brother, this is Sir John Montgomery, Our trusty friend, unless I be deceived. Welcome, Sir John! But why come you in arms? To help King Edward in his time of storm, As every loyal subject ought to do. Thanks, good Montgomery; but we now forget Our title to the crown and only claim Our dukedom till God please to send the rest. Then fare you well, for I will hence again: I came to serve a king and not a duke. Drummer, strike up, and let us march away. Nay, stay, Sir John, awhile, and we'll