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Than any thou canst 'conjure up to-day;
Where it should guard. 'O war, thou son of hell, And that I'll write upon thy burgonet,
Whom angry heavens do make their minister,
He that is truly dedicate to war,
Hath not essentially, but by circumstance, (As on a mountain-top the cedar shows,
The name of valour. — 0, let the vile world end, That keeps his leaves in spite of any storm,)
(Seeing his dead father. Even to affright thee with the view thereof. And the premised flames of the last day
Clif. And from thy burgonet I'll rend thy bear, Knit earth and heaven together! And tread it under foot with all contempt,
Now let the general trumpet blow his blast, Despight the bearward that protects the bear. Particularities and petty sounds
Y. Clif. And so to arms, victorious father, To cease! Wast thou ordain'd, dear father, To quell the rebels, and their 'complices.
To lose thy youth in peace, and to achieve, Rich. Fye! charity, for shame! speak not in spite, The silver livery of advised age; For you shall sup with Jesu Christ to-night. And, in thy reverence, and thy chair-days, thus Y. Clif. Foul stigmatick, that's more than thou To die in ruffian battle? - Even at this sight, canst tell.
My heart is turn'd to stone : and, while 'tis mine, Rich. If not in heaven, you'll surely sup in hell. It shall be stony. York not our old men spares;
[Exeunt severally. No more will I their babes : tears virginal
Shall be to me even as the dew to fire;
And beauty, that the tyrant oft reclaims,
Shall to my flaming wrath be oil and flax.
Henceforth, I will not have to do with pity:
[Taking up the body. Warwick is hoarse with calling thee to arms. As did Æneas old Anchises bear, Enter York.
So bear I thee upon my manly shoulders ;
But then Æneas bare a living load, How now, my noble lord? what all a-foot ?
Nothing so heavy as these woes of mine. (E. York. The deadly-handed Clifford slew my steed; But match to match I have encounter'd him,
Enter RICHARD PLANTAGENET and SOMERSET, And made a prey for carrion kites and crows
fighting, and SOMERSET is killed. Even of the bonny beast he lov'd so well.
Rich. So, lie thou there;
For, underneath an alehouse' paltry sign,
The Castle in Saint Alban's, Somerset
Priests pray for enemies, but princes kill. [E For I myself must hunt this deer to death. War. Then, nobly, York; 'tis for a crown thou Alarums: Excursions. Enter King Hexry, Quas fight'st.
MARGARET, and others, retreating. As I intend, Clifford, to thrive to-day,
Q. Mar. Away, my lord! you are slow ; for It grieves my soul to leave thee unassail'd.
(Exit WARWICK K. Hen. Can we outrun the heavens? good MarClif. What seest thou in me, York ? why dost thou
garet, stay. pause?
Q. Mar. What are you made of ? you'll not figh, York. With thy brave bearing should I be in love,
nor fly: But that thou art so fast mine enemy.
Now is it manhood, wisdom, and defence, Clif. Nor should thy prowess want praise and To give the enemy way; and to secure us esteem,
By what we can, which can no more but fly. But that 'tis shown ignobly, and in treason.
(Alarum afar York. So let it help me now against thy sword, If you be ta'en, we then should see the bottom As I in justice and true right express it!
of all our fortunes : but if we haply scape, Clif. My soul and body on the action both ! (As well we may, if not through your neglect,) York. A dreadful lay! — address thee instantly. We shall to London get ; where you are lor'd;
[They fight, and CliFFORD falls. And where this breach, now in our fortunes made, Clif. La fin couronne les oeuvres. [Dies. May readily be stopp'd. York. Thus war hath given thee peace, for thou art still.
Enter Young CLIFFORD. Peace with his soul, heaven, if it be thy will! (Exit. Y. Clif. But that my heart's on future mischiel
I would speak blasphemy ere bid you fly;
Away, for your relief! and we will live
[Exeunt. Sal. Now, by my sword, well hast, thou fought
to-day; SCENE III. Fields near Saint Alban's. By the mass, so did we all. — I thank you, Richard: dlarum: Retreat. Flourish; then enter Yoks And it hath pleas'd him, that three times to-day
God knows, how long it is I have to live ; RICHARD PLANTAGENET, WARWICK, and Soldiers, You have defended me from imminent death. with drum and colours.
Well, lords, we have not got that which we have; York. Of Salisbury, who can report of him ; 'Tis not enough our foes are this time fled, That winter lion, who, in rage, forgets
Being opposites of such repairing nature. • Aged contusions and all brush of time;
York. I know, our safety is to follow them; And, like a gallant in the brow of youth,
For, as I hear, the king is Aed to London, Repairs him with occasion ? this happy day To call a present court of parliament. k pot itself, nor have we won one foot,
Let us pursue him, ere the writs go forth : If Salisbury be lost.
What says lord Warwick ? shall we after them ?' Rick. My noble father,
War. After them! nay, before them, if we can. Tiree times to-day I holp him to his horse, Now by my faith, lords, 'twas a glorious day: Three times bestrid him, thrice I led him off, Saint Alban's battle, won by famous York, Persuaded him from any further act :
Shall be eterniz'd in all age to come. — But still, where danger was, still there I met him ;) Sound, drums and trumpets : - and to London And like rich hangings in a homely house, So was his will in his old feeble body.
and more such days as these to us befall! (Exeunt, But noble as he is, look where he comes.
THIRD PART OF
KING HENRY VI.
Sir Hucu MozTimer, } uncles to the Duke of Sork.
KING HENRY THE SIXTH.
Henry, Earl of Richmond, a youth.
brother to Lady Grey.
Sir WILLIAM STANLEY.
Sir John MoxTGOMERY.
Sir John SOMERVILLE.
Tutor to Rutland.
Mayor of York.
Lieutenant of the Tower. RICHARD PLANTAGENET, Duke of York.
A Son that has killed his Father.
A Father that has killed his Son.
Lady Grey, afterwards Queen to Edward IV. EARL OF WARWICK,
of the Duke of York's Bona, sister to the French Queen. EARL OF PEMBROKE,
party. Lord Hastings,
Soldiers, and other Attendants on King Henry and LORD STAFFORD,
King Edward, Messengers, Watchmen, frc. SCENE, - during part of the third Act, in France; during all the rest of the Play, in ExGLAND
SCENE I. - London. The Parliament-House. Is either slain, or wounded dangerous :
I cleft his beaver with a downright blow; Drums. Some Soldiers of York's Party break in. That this is true, father, behold lis blood. Then, enter the Duke of YORK, EDWARD,
[Showing his bloody suert. RICHARD, NORFOLK, MONTAGUE, WARWICK, and
Mont. And, brother, here's the earl of Wiltshire's others, with white roses in their hats.
(T. YORK, skouing his War. I wonder, how the king escap'd our hands. Whom I encounter'd as the battles join'd.
York. While we pursu'd the horsemen of the north, Rich. Speak thou for me, and tell them what I did. He slily stole away, and left his men:
(Throwing down the Duke or SOMERSKT'S Aerstad's Whereat the great lord of Northumberland,
York. Richard hath best deserv'd of all my sonsWhose warlike ears could never brook retreat, What, is your grace dead, my lord of Somerset ? Cheer'd up the drooping army; and himself,
Norf. Such hope have all the line of John of Gaust Lord Clifford, and lord Stafford, all a-breast,
Rich. Thus do I hope to shake king Henry s tez! Charg'd our main battle's front, and, breaking in, War. And so do I. - Victorious prince of York, Were by the swords of common soldiers slain. Before I see thee seated in that throne Edw. Lord Stafford's father, duke of Bucking. Which now the house of Lancaster usurps, ham,
I vow by heaven, those eyes shall never close.
lords ; —
Áor I. Scene I.
This is the palace of the fearful king,
Thou art deceiv'd, I am thine. And this the regal seat : possess it, York ;
Ere. For shame, come down ; he made thee For this is thine, and not king Henry's heirs'.
duke of York. Pork. Assist me then, sweet Warwick, and I will ; York. 'Twas my inheritance, as the earldom was. For hither we have broken in by force.
Ere. Thy father was a traitor to the crown. Norf. We'll all assist you ; he, that flies, shall die. War. Exeter, thou art a traitor to the crown, York. Thanks, gentle Norfolk, Stay by me, my In following this usurping Henry.
Clif. Whom should he follow, but luis natural And, soldiers, stay, and lodge by me this night.
king? War. And, when the king comes, offer him no War. True, Clifford; and that's Richard, duke violence,
of York. Unless he seek to thrust you out by force.
K. Hen. And shall I stand, and thou sit in my | They retire.
throne ? York. The queen, this day, here holds her par- York. It must and shall be so. Content thyself. liament,
War. Be duke of Lancaster, let him be king. But little thinks, we shall be of her council :
West. He is both king and duke of Lancaster;
Rich. Arm’d as we are, let's stay within this house. War. And Warwick shall disprove it. You
And bashful Henry depos’d, whose cowardice And slew your fathers, and with colours spread
March'd through the city to the palace gates.
And, by his soul, thou and thy house shall rue it. War. Neither the king, nor he that loves him West. Plantagenet, of thee, and these thy sons,
Thy kinsmen and thy friends, I'll have more lives, The proudest he that holds up Lancaster,
Than drops of blood were in my father's veins. Dares stir a wing, if Warwick shake his bells. Clif. Urge it no more : lest that, instead of words, I'U plant Plantagenet, root him up who dares : - I send thee, Warwick, such a messenger, Resolve thee, Richard; claim the English crown. As shall revenge his death, before I suir. (WARWICK leads York to the throne, who War. Poor Clifford ! how I scorn his worthless seats himself
threats! Flourish. Enter King HENRY, Clifford, Nor- If not, our swords shall plead it in the field.
York. Will you, we show our title to the crown? TRUMBERLAND, WESTMORELAND, EXETER, and
K. Hen. What title hast thou, traitor, to the thers, with red roses in their hats.
crown? K. Hen. My lords, look where the sturdy rebel Thy father was, as thou art, duke of York ; sits,
Thy grandfather Roger Mortimer, earl of March : Even in the chair of state ! belike, he means, I am the son of Henry the Fifth, (Back'd by the power of Warwick, that false peer,) Who made the Dauphin and the French to stoop, To aspire unto the crown, and reign as king. And seiz'd upon their towns and provinces, Earl of Northumberland, he slew thy father ; - War. Talk not of France, sith thou hast lost it all. And thine, lord Clifford; and you both have vow'd X. Hen. The lord protector lost it, and not I; revenge
When I was crown'd, I was but nine months old. On him, bis sons, his favourites, and his friends. Rich. You are old enough now, and yet, methinks North. If I be not, heavens be reveng'd on me! Clif. The hope thereof makes Clifford mourn in Father, tear the crown from the usurper's head. steel.
Edw. Sweet father, do so; set it on your head. West. What, shall we suffer this ? let's pluck him Mont. Good brother, (to York.) as thou lov'st down:
and honour'st arms, My heart for anger burns, I cannot brook it. Let's fight it out, and not stand cavilling thus.
1. Hen. Be patient, gentle earl of Westmoreland. Rich. Sound drums and trumpets, and the king Clif. Patience is for poltroons, and such as he ; He durst not sit there, had your father liv’d. York. Sons, peace! My gracious lord, here in the parliament
K. Hen. Peace thou ! and give king Henry leave Let us assail the family of York.
to speak. North. Well hast thou spoken, cousin ; be it só. War. Plantagenet shall speak first : - hear him,
K. Hen. Ah, know you not, the city favours them,
K. Hen. Think'st thou, that I will leave my K. Hen. Far be the thought of this from Henry's
kingly throne, heart,
Wherein my grandsire, and my father, sat? To make a sharpbles of the parliament-house ! No: first shall war unpeople this my realm ; Cousin of Exeter, frowns, words, and threats, Ay, and their colours often borne in France ; Suall be the war that Henry means to use. — And now in England, to our heart's great sorrow,
(They advance to the DUKE. Shall be my winding-sheet. – Why faint you, lords? Thou factious duke of York, descend my throne, My title's good, and better far than his. and kneel for grace and mercy at my feet;
War. But prove it, Henry, and thou shalt be I am thy sovereigo.
you lose ;
X. Her. Henry the Fourth by conquest got the War. Turn this way, Henry, and regard them York. 'Twas by rebellion against his king.
Exe. They seek revenge, and therefore will nos K. Hen. I know not what to say; my title's
K. Hen. Ah, Exeter! Tell me, may not a king adopt an heir ?
Why should you sigh, my lord? York. What then?
X. Hen. Not for myself, lord Warwick, but my K. Hen. An if he may, then am I lawful king : For Richard, in the view of many lords,
Whom I unnaturally shall disinherit. Resign'd the crown to Henry the Fourth ; But, be it as it may: - I here entail Whose heir my father was, and I am his.
The crown to thee, and to thine heirs for ever;
War. Suppose, my lords, he did it unconstrain'd, To honour me as thy king and sovereiga;
. But that the next heir should succeed and reign. York. This oath I willingly take, and will per K. Hen. Art thou against us, duke of Exeter ?
[Coming from the throne. Ere. His is the right, and therefore pardon me. War. Long live king Henry! - Plantagenet York. Why whisper you, my lords, and answer
embrace him. not?
K. Hen. And long live thou, and these thy forExe. My conscience tells me, he is lawful king.
ward sons ! K. Hen. All will revolt from me, and turn to York. Now York and Lancaster are reconcil'd. him.
Ere. Accurs'd be he that seeks to make them foes! North. Plantagenet, for all the claim thou lay'st,
(Senet. The Lords come forward. Think not, that Henry shall be so depos'd.'
York. Farewell," my gracious lord; l'il to my War. Depos'd he shall be, in despite of all.
castle. North. Thou art deceivd: 'tis not thy southern War. And I'll keep London, with my soldiers ! power,
Norf. And I te Norfolk, with my followers. Of Essex, Norfolk, Suffolk, nor of Kent,
Mont. And I unto the sea, from whence I came Which makes thee thus presumptuous and proud,
[Exeunt York, and his Sons, Warwick, Nor. Can set the duke up, in despite of me. Clif. King Henry, be thy title right or wrong,
FOLK, MONTAGUE, Soldiers, and Attendants
X. Hen. And I, with grief and sorrow, to the Lord Clifford vows to fight in thy defence : May that ground gape, and swallow me alive, Where I shall kneel to him that slew my father!
Enter QUEEN MARGARET and the PRINCE OF WALES K. Hen. O Clifford, how thy words revive my Exe. Here comes the queen, whose looks benray heart!
her anger : York. Henry of Lancaster, resign thy crown: What mutter you, or what conspire you, lords ? K. Hen. Exeter, so will I.
War. Do right unto this princely duke of York ; Q. Mar. Nay, go not from me, I will follow Or I will fill the house with armed men,
thee. And o'er the chair of state, where now he sits, X. Hen. Be patient, gentle queen, and I will Write up his title with usurping blood.
stay. (He stamps, and the Soldiers show themselves. Q. Mar. Who can be patient in such extremes ? K. Hen. My lord of Warwick, hear me but one Ah, wretched man! 'would I had died a maid, word;
And never seen thee, never borne thee son, Let me, for this my life-time, reign as king. Seeing thou hast prov'd so unnatural a father! York. Confirm the crown to me, and to mine Hath he deserv'd to lose his birthright thus ? heirs,
Had'st thou but lov'd him half so well as I; And thou shalt reign in quiet while thou liv'st. Or felt that pain which I did for him once;
K. Hen. I am content: Richard Plantagenet, Or nourish'd him, as I did with my blood; Enjoy the kingdom after my decease.
Thou wouldst have left thy dearest heart-blood there Clif. What wrong is this unto the prince your Rather than made that savage duke thine heir, son?
And disinherited thine only son. War. What good is this to England, and himself ? Prince. Father, you cannot disinherit me: West. Base, fearful, and despairing Henry ! If you be king, why should not I succeed? Clif. How hast thou injur'd both thyself and us? K. Hen. Pardon me, Margaret ;- pardon me, West. I cannot stay to hear these articles.
sweet son ;North. Nor I.
The earl of Warwick, and the duke, enforc'd me. Clif. Come, cousin, let us tell the queen these Q. Mar. Enforc'd thee ! art thou king, and will
be fore'd ? West. Farewell
, faint-hearted and degenerate king, I shame to hear thee speak. Ah, timorous wretched In whose cold blood no spark of honour bides. Thou hast undone thyself, thy son, and me;
North. Be thou a prey unto the house of York, And given unto the house of York such head, And die in bands for this unmanly deed !
As thou shalt reign but by their sufferance. Clif. In dreadful war may'st thou be overcome! To entail him and his heirs unto the crown, Or live in peace, abandond, and despis'd !
What is it, but to make thy sepulchre, (Exeunt NORTHUMBERLAND, CLIFFORD, And creep into it far before thy time?
and WESTMORELAND. Warwick is chancellor, and the lord of Calais;
I'll steal away.