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Duke of Exeter,
Earl of Oxford,
Earl of Northumberland, Earl of Westmoreland, Lord Clifford,
KING HENRY VI.
Lords on King Henry's side.
of the Duke of York's Party.
Sir John Mortimer,
Uncles to the Duke of York. Henry, Earl of Richmond, a Youth.
Sir Hugh Mortimer,
Richard Plantagenet, Duke of York,
Edmund, Earl of Rutland,
George, afterwards Duke of Clarence,
SCENE:-During Part of the Third Act, in France; during all the rest of the Play, in England.
SCENE I. LONDON. THE PARLIAMENT-HOUSE.
Drums. Some Soldiers of York's party break in. Then, enter the Duke of York, Edward, Richard, Norfolk, Montague, Warwick, and others, with white roses in their hats. [hands, War. I WONDER how the king escap'd our York. While we pursu'd the horsemen of the He slily stole away, and left his men : [north, Whereat the great lord of Northumberland, Whose warlike ears could never brook retreat, Cheer'd up the drooping army: and himself, Lord Clifford, and Lord Stafford, all abreast, Charg'd our main battle's front, and, breaking in, Were by the swords of common soldiers slain.
Edw. Lord Stafford's father, duke of BuckingIs either slain, or wounded dangerous: [ham, I cleft his beaver with a downright blow; That this is true, father, behold his blood. [showing his bloody sword. Mont. And, brother, here's the earl of Wiltshire's blood, [to York, showing his. Whom I encounter'd as the battle join'd. [I did. Rich. Speak thou for me, and tell them what throwing down the Duke of Somerset's head.
Lord Rivers, Brother to Lady Grey. Sir William Stanley, Sir John Montgomery. Sir John Somerville. Tutor to Rutland, Mayor of York. Lieutenant of the Tower. A Nobleman. Two Keepers. A Huntsman. A Son that has killed his father. A Father that has killed his Son,
Lady Grey, afterwards Queen to Edward IV. Bona, Sister to the French Queen.
Soldiers, and other Attendants on King Henry and King Edward, Messengers, Watchmen, &c.
York. Richard hath best deserv'd of all my
What, is your grace dead, my lord of Somerset?
York. Assist me then, sweet Warwick, and I For hither we have broken in by force. [will; Norf. We'll all assist you; he, that flies shall die. York. Thanks, gentle Norfolk.-Stay by me, my lords ;
And, soldiers, stay, and lodge by me this night. War. And, when the king comes, offer him no Unless he seek to thrust you out by force. [violence, [they retire. York. The queen, this day, here holds har parliament,
But little thinks, we shall be of her council:
War. The bloody parliament shall this be call'd,
York. Then leave me not, my lords; be resolI mean to take possession of my right.
War. Neither the king, nor he that loves him The proudest he that holds up Lancaster, [best, Dares stir a wing, if Warwick shake his bells. I'll plant Plantagenet, root him up who dares :— Resolve thee, Richard; claim the English crown. [Warwick leads York to the throne, who seats himself. Flourish. Enter King Henry, Clifford, Northumberland, Westmoreland, Exeter, and others, with red roses in their hats. [sits, K. Hen. My lords, look where the sturdy rebel Even in the chair of state! belike, he means (Back'd by the power of Warwick, that false peer), To aspire unto the crown, and reign as king.— Earl of Northumberland, he slew thy father;And thine, lord Clifford; and you both have vow'd revenge
On him, his sons, his favourites, and his friends. North. If I be not, heavens, be reveng'd on me! Cliff. The hope thereof makes Clifford mourn in steel. [him down: West. What shall we suffer this? let's pluck My heart for anger burns, I cannot brook it.
K. Hen. Be patient, gentle earl of Westinoreland.
Cliff. Patience is for poltroons, and such as he; He durst not sit there, had your father liv'd. My gracious lord, here in the parliament Let us assail the family of York.
North. Well hast thou spoken, cousin: be it so. K. Hen. Ah, know you not, the city favours them.
And they have troops of soldiers at their back?
West. He is both king and duke of Lancaster : And that the lord of Westmoreland shall maintain. War. And Warwick shall disprove it. You
That we are those, which chas'd you from the field, And slew your fathers, and with colours spread March'd through the city to the palace gates. North. Yes, Warwick, I remember it to my grief;
And, by his soul, thou and thy house shall rue it. West. Plantagenet, of thee, and these thy sons, Thy kinsmen, and thy friends, I'll have more lives, Than drops of blood were in my father's veins.
Cliff. Urge it no more; lest that, instead of I send thee, Warwick, such a messenger, [words, As shall revenge his death, before I stir.
War. Poor Clifford! how I scorn his worthless threats!
York. Will you, we show our title to the crown? If not, our swords shall plead it in the field.
K. Hen. What title hast thou, traitor, to the crown?
Thy father was, as thou art, duke of York ;
War. Talk not of France, sith thou hast lost K. Hen. The lord protector lost it, and not I; When I was crown'd, I was but nine months' old. Rich. You are old enough now, and yet, methinks, you lose:
Father, tear the crown from the usurper's head. Edw. Sweet father, do so; set it on your head. Mont. Good brother, [to York.] as thou lov'st and honour'st arms,
York. Thou art deceiv'd, I am thine. [of York. Exe. For shame, come down; he made thee duke York.'Twas my inheritance, as the earldom was. Exe. Thy father was a traitor to the crown. York. Exeter, thou art a traitor to the crown, In following this usurping Henry. [king? Cliff. Whom should he follow, but his natural War. True, Clifford ; and that's Richard, duke of York. [my throne? K. Hen. And shall I stand, and thou sit in York. It must and shall be so. Content thyself.
War. Be duke of Lancaster, let him be king.
Let's fight it out, and not stand cavilling thus. Rich. Sound drums and trumpets, and the king York. Sons, peace! [will fly. K. Hen. Peace thou! and give king Henry leave to speak. [him, lords; War. Plantagenet shall speak first:-hear And be you silent and attentive too, For he, that interrupts him, shall not live.
K. Hen. Think'st thou, that I will leave my kingly throne,
Wherein my grandsire, and my father sat?
War. But prove it, Henry, and thou shalt be K. Hen. Henry the fourth by conquest got the
York. 'Twas by rebellion against his king. K. Hen. I know not what to say; my title's Tell me, may not a king adopt an heir? [weak. York. What then?
K. Hen. An if he may, then am I lawful king: For Richard, in the view of many lords, Resign'd the crown to Henry the fourth; Whose heir my father was, and I am his.
York. He rose against him, being his sovereign, And made him to resign his crown perforce.
War. Suppose, my lords, he did it unconstrain'd, | To cease this civil war, and, whilst I live, Think you, 'twere prejudicial to his crown. To honour me as thy king and sovereign; And neither by treason, nor hostility,
Exe. No: for he could not so resign the crown,
To seek to put me down, and reign thyself.
K. Hen. And long live thou, and these thy for-
War. And I'll keep London, with my soldiers.
Ere. My conscience tells me, he is lawful king. K. Hen. All will revolt from me, and turn to him. [lay'st, North. Plantagenet, for all the claim thou Think not, that Henry shall be so depos'd.
War. Depos'd he shall be, in despite of all.
Of Essex, Norfolk, Suffolk, nor of Kent,-
Cliff. King Henry, be thy title right or wrong,
York. Henry of Lancaster, resign thy crown:What mutter you, or what conspire you, lords?
War. Do right unto this princely duke of Or I will fill the house with armed men, [York; And o'er the chair of state, where now he sits, Write up his title with usurping blood.
[he stamps, and the Soldiers show themselves. K. Hen. My lord of Warwick, hear me but one word;
Let me, for this my life-time, reign as king.
And thou shalt reign in quiet, while thou liv'st.
Cliff. What wrong is this unto the prince your
Enter Queen Margaret and the Prince of Wales.
K. Hen. Be patient, gentle queen, and I will
Prince. Father, you cannot disinherit me:
The earl of Warwick, and the duke, enforc'd
Whereby my son is disinherited.
The northern lords, that have foresworn thy
K. Hen. Stay, gentle Margaret, and hear me
Q. Mar. Ay, to be murder'd by his enemies. Prince. When I return with victory from the field, I'll see your grace: till then, I'll follow her. Q. Mar. Come, son, away; we may not linger thus.
[exeunt Queen Margaret and the Prince. K. Hen. Poor queen! how love to me, and to her son,
Hath made her break out into terms of rage!
Ere. And I, I hope, shall reconcile them all.
BCENE II. A ROOM IN SANDAL CASTLE, NEAR
Edw. No, I can better play the orator.
York. Why, how now, sons, and brother, at a What is your quarrel? how began it first? [strife? Edw. No quarrel, but a slight contention. York. About what?
Rich. About that which concerns our grace, and us;
The crown of England, father, which is yours. York. Mine, boy? not till king Henry be dead. Rich. Your right depends not on his life, or death.
Then, seeing 'twas he that made you to depose, Your oath, my lord, is vain, and frivolous. Therefore, to arms. And, father, do but think, How sweet a thing it is to wear a crown; Within whose circuit is Elysium,
York. Thou canst not, son; it is impossible. Rich. An oath is of no moment, being not took Before a true and lawful magistrate, That hath authority over him that swears: Henry had none, but did usurn the place;
And all that poets feign of bliss and joy.
But stay; what news? Why com'st thou in such post?
Mess. The queen, with all the northern carls and lords, Intend here to besiege you in your castle: She is hard by with twenty thousand men ; And therefore fortify your hold, my lord. York. Ay, with my sword. What! think'st thou, that we fear them ? Edward and Richard, you shall stay with me ;My brother Montague shall post to London : Let noble Warwick, Cobham, and the rest, Whom we have left protectors of the king, With powerful policy strengthen themselves, And trust not simple Henry, nor his oaths.
Mont. Brother, I go; I'll win them, fear it not: And thus most humbly I do take my leave. [ezit. Enter Sir John and Sir Hugh Mortimer. York. Sir John, and sir Hugh Mortimer, mine uncles! You are come to Sandal in an happy hour; The army of the queen mean to besiege us.
Sir John. She shall not need, we'll meet her in the field.
York. What, with five thousand men? Rich. Ay, with five hundred, father, for a need. A woman's general; what should we fear? [a march afar off. Edw. I hear their drums; let's set our men in order; And issue forth, and bid them battle straight. York. Five men to twenty tho' the odds be I doubt not, uncle, of our victory. Many a battle have I won in France, When as the enemy hath been ten to one; Why should I not now have the like success? [exeunt. Alarums; Excursions. Enter Rutland and his Tutor. Rut. Ah, whither shall I fly to 'scape their hands?
SCENE III. PLAINS NEAR SANDAL CASTLE.
Ah, tutor look, where bloody Clifford comes!
Enter Clifford and Soldiers.
Cliff. Chaplain, away! thy priesthood saves thy As for the brat of this accursed duke, [life. Whose father slew my father, he shall die. Tut. And I, my lord, will bear him company. Cliff. Soldiers, away with him. Tut. Ah, Clifford! murder not this innocent Lest thou be hated both of God and man. [exit, forced off by Soldiers. Cliff. How now! is he dead already? Or, is it fear,
That makes him close his eyes?—I'll open them.
Cliff. In vain thou speak'st, poor boy; my father's blood [enter. Hath stopp'd the passage where thy words should Rut. Then let my father's blood open it again; He is a man, and, Clifford, cope with him.
Cliff. Had I thy brethren here, their lives, and
Cliff. Such pity as my rapier's point affords.
Rut. But 'twas ere I was born.
Ah, let me live in prison all my days;
Then let me die, for now thou hast no cause.
Thy father slew my father; therefore, die. [Clifford stabs him. Rut. Dii faciant, laudis summa sit ista tua? [dies.
Cliff. Plantagenet! I come, Plantagenet! And this thy son's blood, cleaving to my blade, Shall rust upon my weapon, till thy blood, Congeal'd with this, do make me wipe off both. [exit.
SCENE IV. THE SAME.
York. The army of the queen hath got the
But this I know,-they have demean'd themselves
And cried,-A crown, or else a glorious tomb!
North. Yield to our mercy, proud Plantagenet.
A bird that will revenge upon you all;
York. O, Clifford, but bethink thee once again, And in thy thought o'er-run my former time: And, if thou canst for blushing, view this face; And bite thy tongue, that slanders him with cowardice,
Whose frown hath made thee faint and fly ere this. Cliff. I will not bandy with thee word for
word; But buckle with thee blows, twice two for one. [draws. Q. Mar. Hold, valiant Clifford for a thousand causes,
I would prolong awhile the traitor's life:
Sthey lay hands on York, who struggles.