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He slily stole away, and left his men:
Edw. Lord Stafford's father, duke of Buckingham,
[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 battles join'd. Rich. Speak thou for me, and tell them what I did.
[Throwing down the Duke of Somerset's
Head. York. Richard hath best deserv'd, of all my sons. What, is your grace dead, my lord of Somerset ?
Norf. Such hope have all the line of John of Gaunt!
War. And so do I.–Victorious prince of York,
York. Assist me then, sweet Warwick, and I will; For hither we have broken in by force.
Norf. We'll all assist you; he, that flies, shall dio,
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 violence, Unless he seek to thrust you out by force. [They retire.
York. The queen, this day, here holds her parliament, But little thinks we shall be of her council : By words, or blows, here let us win our right.
Rich. Arm’d as we are, let's stay within this house.
War. The bloody parliament shall this be call’d,
York. Then leave me not, my lords; be resolute ;
War. Neither the king, nor he, that loves him best, The proudest he that holds up Lancaster, 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
Flourish. Enter King HENRY, CLIFFORD, Northum
BERLAND, WestMORELAND, Exeter, and Others, with red Roses in their Hats.
K. Hen. My lords, look where the sturdy rebel sits, 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 re
North. If I be not, heavens, be reveng'd on me!
West. What, shall we suffer this ? let's pluck him down. My heart for anger burns, I cannot brook it.
K. Hen. Be patient, gentle earl of Westmoreland.
Clif. Patience is for poltroons, and such as he;
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 beck?
Exe. But when the duke is slain, they'll quickly fly.
[They advance to the Duke.
York. Thou art deceiv'd, I am thine.
War. Exeter, thou art a traitor to the crown,
Clif. Whom should he follow, but his natural king ?
War. True, Clifford; and that's Richard, duke of York.
K. Hen. And shall I stand, and thou sit in my throne ?
West. He is both king and duke of Lancaster;
War. And Warwick shall disprove it. You forget, 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,
Clif. Urge it no more; lest that, instead of words,
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 ; Thy grandfather, Roger Mortimer, earl of March : I am the son of Henry the fifth, Who made the Dauphin and the French to stoop, And seiz’d upon their towns and provinces.
War. Talk not of France, sith thou hast lost it all.
K. Hen. The lord protector lost it, and not I; When I was crown'd, I was but nine months old.