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York's party.

King HENRY the Sixtb.

Duke of NORFOLK,

า EDWARD, Prince of Wales, bis Son.

Marquis of MONTAGUE,
Earl of WARWICK,

Of the Duke of Due of SOMERSET, า


Lord Has TINGS, Earl of OXFORD,

Lords on King


Henry's fide. Earl of WEST MORELAND,

John , ? Lord CLIFFORD,

Hugh , S

Lord Rivers, Brother to the Lady Gray. RICHARD, Duke of York.

Sir John MONTGOMERY, Lieutenant of the Tower.

Mayor of York, Sir John SOMERVILLE. Edward, Earl of March, afterwards King,

HUMPHREY, and SINKLO, two Huntsmen. GEORGE, Duke of Clarence,

His Lewis XI. King of France. RICHARD, Duke of Glocefter,

Sns. Queen MARGARET.
EDMUND, Earl of Rutland,

Boxa, Sister to the French k'ing.
Lady Gray, afterwards Queen 15 Edward IV.

Soldiers and other dants on King Henry and King Ed &c. In part of the Third Act, the Scene is laid in France; during all the rest of the Play, in England,

A C T I.

War. I Wonder, how the king escap'd our


That this is true, father, behold his blood.
London. The Parliament House.

Sbewing bis bloody sword.

Mount. And, brother, here's the earl of WiltAlırım. Enter Duke of York, Edward, Richard,

Thire's blood, No-folk, Montague, Warwick, and others, with

[To Warwick, Sherwing biso wbite roses in obeir bats.

Whom I encounter'd as the battles join'd. War.

Rich. Speak thou for me, and tell them what hands.

I did. York. While we pursu'd the horsemen of the north, [Throwing down the Duke of Somerset's head. He lily stole away, and left his men :

York. Richard hath best deserv's of all my sons.Whereat the great lord of Northumberland, Is your grace dead, my lord of Somerset ? Whose warlike ears could never brook retreat, Norf. Such hope have all the line of John of Cheard up the drooping army; and himself,

Gaunt ! Lord Clifford, and lord Stafford, all a-breast, Rich. Thus do I hope to shake king Henry's head. Charg’d our main battle's front, and, breaking in, War. And so do 1.--Victorious prince of York, Were by the swords of common foldiers Nain. Before I fee thee 1cated in that throne Edw. Lord Statford's father, duke of Buck- Which now the house of Lancaster usurps, ingham,

I vow by heaven, these eyes shall never close. Is either nain, or wounded dangerously :

This is the palace of the fearful king,
I cleft his beaver with a downright blow; And this the regal leaf : poflets it, York;

1 The action of this play opens just after the first battle at Saint Albans, wherein the York fiétion carried the day; and closes with the murder of king Henry VI. and the birth of prince Edward, aftcrwards king Edward V. So that this history takes ia the 'pace of dull boxteca years.


For this is thine, and not king Henry's heiss'. Bork. Thou art deceiv’d, I am thine.

York. Aillt methen, sweet Warwick, and I will; Exe. For Thame, come down, he made three For liither are we broken in by force.

duke of York. Norf. We'll all aslift you; he, that lies shall die. York. 'Twas my inheritance, as the kingdomn is. Wok. Thanks, gentle Norfolk.–Stay by me, Exe. Thy father was a traitor to the crown. my lords ;

War. Exeter, thou art a traitor to the crown, And, soldiers, stay, and lodge by me this night. In following this usurping Henry. [king ? Har. And, when the king comes, offer him no Clif. Whom thouki he follow, but his natural violence,

War, True, Clifford ; and that's Richard, duke l'nless he seek to put us out by force. (ment ;

of York.

[throne? Tork. The queen, this day, here holds her parlia K. Henry. And Mall I stand, and thou fit in my But little thinks, we shall be of her council : York. It must and shall be 10.-Content thyself. By words, or blows, here let us win our right. War. Be duke of Lancafter, let him be king.

Rich. Arm'd as we are, let's itav within this house. W. He is both king and duke of Lancaster ;

}ar. The bloody parliament Thall this be call’d, And that the lord of Westmoreland shall maintain. Unless Plantagenet, duke of York, be king ; War. And Warvick shall disprove it. You forget, And barhful Henry depos'd, whole cowardice That we are those, which chas'd you from the field, Hath made us by-words to our enemies.

And flew your fathers, and with colours (preau York. Then leave me not, my lords; be resolute; March'd through the city to the palace-gate. I mean to take pofleilion of my right.

North. No, Wwriak, I remember it to my grief; Ilar. Neither the king, nor he that loves him bef! And, by his soul, thou and thy boule Thall sue it. The proudeft lie that holds up Loncatter,

Wefi. Plantagenet, of thee, and these rhy fons, Dares ftir a wing, if Warwick 1hake his bells I. Thy kinsmen, and thy friends, I'll have more ines, I'll plant Plantagenet, root him up who dares : Than drops of blood were in my father's veins, Resolve thee, Richard ; claim the English crown. Clif. Urgeit no more ; left that, instead of words, [!! vreuick leads Work to che il-ron!, cuba ints bimself. I send thee, Warwick, such a nwellenger, Huter King Henry, Cliford, Northumberland, 1 ej- As shall revenge his death, before I itir.

mordland, Excta, and others, at the further end War. Poor Clifford! how I scorn his wortbless of the fag?

threats ! K. Hiniy. My lords, look where the sturdy York. Will you, we Mhew our title to the crown? rebel fits,

If not, our swords shall plead it in the field. Even in the chair of Itatc ! belike he means K. Henry. What title hart thou, traiepr, 20 she (Back'd by the power of Warwick, that falle peer)

crown? To atpire unto the crown, and reign as king.- Thy father was, as thou at, duke of York; Earl of Northumberland, he flew thy father ; Thy grandfather, Roger Mortimer, earl of March : And thine, lord Clifiord ; and you both vow'd I am the son of Henry the fifth, revenge

Who made the Dauphin and the French to ftoor, On him, his fons, his favourites, and his friends. And sciz'd upon their towns and provinces.

N'oril. If I be not, heavens, be reveng'd on me! War Talk not of France, fith thou hart loft it all. Clit. The hope thereof makes Clifford mourn in K. Henry. The lord protector luft it, and 100 l ; Iteel.

(down : When I was crown, I was bui nine months old. 17. What, Mall we suffer this 2 let's pluck him Rich. You are old enough now, and yet, mee My he: rt for anger burns, I cannot brook it.

thinks, you lote :K. llen. Be patieni, gentle earl of Westmoreland. Father, tear the crown from the usurper's head.

Chif. Patience is for poltroons, and such as he: Fdw. Sweet father, do so ; set it on your bead. He durit not fit there, had your father livid.

Mont. Good brother, as thou jav'!t and honour it My gracious lore, here in the parliament

arms, Let us atiail the family of York.

Let's fight it out, and not stand cavilling thus. North. Well halt thou spokon, cousin ; be it so. Rieb. Sound drums and trumpets, and the king K. Henry. Ah, know you not, the city favours

will fly. them,

York. Sons, peace!

[leave to speak. And they have troops of soldiers at their beck ? K. Henry. Peace thou! and give king Henry Ex:. But, when the duke is flain, they'll War. Plantagenet shall speak first :-hear him, quickly fly.

[heart, K. llenry. Far be it from the thoughts of Henry's And be you filent and attentive too, To m.ike a shambles of the parliament house ! For he, that interrupts him, shall not live. Cousin of Exeter, frowns, words, and threats, K. Henry. Think'st thou, that I will leave my Shall be the war that Henry means to use.

kingly throne, [They advance to ibe Duke. Wherein my grandfre, and my father, fat? Thou frictious duke of York, deicend my throne, No: first shall war unpeople this my realm ; And kneel for grace and mercy at my feet ; Ay, and their colours-often borne in France I am thy fovereign.

And now in England, to our heart's great forrous, -

lords ;

! Thc allusion is to falconry« The hawks had sometimes little bells hung upon them, perhaps 19 fright the birds from riling.




Shall be my winding-sheet.—Why faint you, lords? Wijt. Farewel, faint-hearted and degenerate My title's good, and better far than his.

king, War. But prove it, Henry, and thou shalt be king. In whose cold blood 110 spark of honour bides. X. Henry. Henry the fourth by conquest got North. Be thou a prey unto the house of York, the crown.

And die in bands for this unmanly deed ! York. 'Twas hy rebellion against his king. Clif. In dreadful war may'ıt thou be overcome ! K. Henry. I know not what to say; my title's Or live in peace, abandon'd, and despis’d! weak.

[Excunt Northumberland, Clifford, and Wejimoreland. Tell me, may not a king adopt an heir ?

War. Turn this way, Henry, and regard them York. What then ?


[yield. K. Henry. An if he may, then am I lawful king: Exe. They seek revenge, and therefore will not For Richard, in the view of many lords,

K. Henry. Ah, Exeter! Refign'd the crown to Heury the fourth ;

War. Why should you sigh, my loru ? fron, Whoie heir my father was, and I am his.

K. Henry. Not for myself, lord Warwick, but my Work. He rote against him, being his sovereign, Whom I unnaturally thall disinherit. And made him to resign the crown perforce. But, be it as it may :--I here entail

War. Suppose, my lords, he did it unconstrain'd, The crown to thee, and to thine heirs for ever; Think you, twere prejudicial to the crown" ? Conditionally, that here thou take an oath

Exc. No; for be could not so resign bis crown, To cease this civil war, and, whilft I live, But that the next heir thouid fucceed and reign. To honour me as thy king and fovereign ; and

k. Hery. Art thou against us, duke of Exeter? Neither by treason, nor hostility, Ex. His is the right, and therefore pardon me. To leek to put me down, and reign thyself. York. Why whisper you, my lords, and answer York. This oath Iwillingly take, and will perform. not?

War. Long live king Henry !--Plantagenet, Exe. My conscience tells me, he is lawful king.

embrace him. K. Henry. All will revolt from me, and turn X. Henry. And long live thou, and these thy to him.

forward fons! North. Plantagenet, for all the claim thou lay'ft, Yo k. Now York and Lancaster are reconcil'd. Think not that Henry thall be so depos'd.

Exe. Accurs'd be he, that seeks to make them Har. Depos'd he thall be, in derpight of all.

fues ! [Here the Lords come towarda Norib. Thou art deceiv'd : 'tis not thy fouthern York. Farewel, my gracioub lord ; I'll to my porer,

cattle. Of Elex, Norfolk, Sufiolk, nor of Kent,-- War. And I'll keep London with my soldiers. Which makes theethus presumptuous and proud, - Norf. And I to Norfolk with my followers. Can let che duke up, in despight of me.

Mont. And I unto the fea, from whence I came. Clif. King Henry, be thy title right or wrong, [Exeunt York, and bis jons, Warwick, VorLord Clifford vows to fight in thy defence :

folk, und Montague. May that ground gape, and swallow me alive, K. Hory. And I with grief and sorrow, co che Where I fall kneel to him that new my father!

court. A. Her

O Clifford, how thy words revive

Enter ibe Queen, and Prince.

Exe. Here comes the queen, whole looks be. York. Henry of Lancaster resign thy crown :

u ray her anger : What inutter you, or what contpire you, lords? War. Do right unto this princely duke of York; K. Herry. Exeter, so will I.

[Going Or I will fill the house with armed men,

Queen. Nay, so not from nie; I will follow And, o'er the chair of state, where now he fits,

thee, Write up his title with usurping blood.

K. Henry. Be patient, gentle queen, and I will sav. [He flops, and i be joldiers jbew shenfelves. Qucen. Who can be patient in such extremes ? K. Henry. My lord of Warwick, hear me but Al, wretched man! 'would I had died a maid, one word ;

And never seen thee, never borne thee fon, Let me, for this my life-time, reign as king. Seeing thou hatt prov'd lo unnatural a father!

York. Confum the crown to me, and to mine licirs, Hiath he deferv'd to lose his birth-right ihus ? And thou shalt reign in quiet while thou liv'it, Hadit thou but lov'd him half so well as I ;

X. Henry. I'ain content: Richard Plantagenet, Or felt that pain which I did for him once ; Enjoy the kingdom after my decease.

Or nourith'u him, as I did with my blood ; Clif. What wrong is this unto the prince your fon : Thou wouldst have left thy deareft heart-bloud there, War. What good is this to England, and bimtelf? Rather than made that fai age duhe thine heir, Woji. Bale, fearful, and despairing Henry! And didinherited thine only fon. Clif. How haft thou injur'd both thyself and us Prince. Father, you cannot difinherit me : ff. I cannot Itay to hear these articles. If you be king, why thould nut I succeed ? North. Nor I.

[news. K. Herry. Pardom me, Margaret ;---pardon me, Wif. Come, coulin, let's go tell the queen theiel

sweet fon ;

my heart !

I'll steal away

sj. e. to the prerogative of the crowa.


The earl of Warwick, and the duke, enforc'd me. What is your quarrel ? how began it first? Queen. Enforc'd thee! art thou king, and wilt Edw. No quarrel, but a sweet contention 4. be forc'd ?

York About what ?

(and us; I shame to hear thee speak. Ah, timorous wretch!

Rich. About that which concerns your grace Thou hast undone thyself, thy son, and me; The crown of England, father, which is yours. And given unto the house of York such head, Pork. Mine, boy ! not till king Henry be dead. As thou shalt reign but by their sufferance.

Rich. Your right depends not on his life or death. To entail him and his heirs unto the crown,

Edw. Now you are heir, therefore enjoy it now: What is it, but to make thy fepulchre,

By giving the house of Lancaster leave to breathe, And creep into it far before thy time?

It will out-run you, father, in the end. Warwick is chancellor, and the lord of Calais ; York. I took an oath that he should quietly reign. Stern Faulconbridge commands the narrow seas; Edw. But, for a kingdom, any oath may be The duke is made protector of the realm :

broken: And yet shalt thou be safe? such safety finds

I'd break a thousand oaths to reign one year. The trembling lamb, environed with wolves. Rich. No; God forbid, your grace thould be Had I been there, which am a filly woman,

forsworn! The foldiers should have toís'd me on their pikes, York. I shall be, if I claim by open war. Before I would have granted to that act.

Rich. I'll prove the contrary, if you'll hear me But thou preferr'st thy life before thine honour :

speak. And, seeing thou dost, I here divorce myself, York. Thou can'st not, fon; it is impossible. Both from thy table, Henry, and thy bed,

Rich. An oath is of no moment, being not took Until that act of parliament be repeal’d,

Before a true and lawful magistrate, Whereby my son is dilinherited.

That hath authority over him that swears : The northern lords, that have forsworn thy colours, Henry had none, but did usurp the place ; Will follow mine, if once they see them spread : Then, seeing 'twas he that made you to depose, And spread they shall be ; to thy foul disgrace, Your oatli, my lord, is vain and frivolous. And utter ruin of the house of York.

Therefore, to arms: And, father, do but think, Thus do I leave thee :--Come, son, let's away ; How sweet a thing it is to wear a crown; Our army's ready ; come, we'll after them.

Within whose circuit is Elysium, K. Henry. Stay, gentle Margaret, and hear me And all that poets feign of bliss and joy. freak.

[thce gone. Why do we linger thus ? I cannot reft, Queen. Thou hast spoke too much already ; get Until the white rose, that I wear, be dy'd K. Henry. Gentle fon Edward, thou wilt hay Even in the lukewarm blood of Henry's heart. with me?

York. Richard, enough; I will be king, or die. Queen. Ay, to be murder'd by his enemies. Brother, thou shalt to London gresently,

Prince. When I return with victory from the field, And whet on Warwick to this enterprize.-
I'll see your grace: 'till then, I'll follow her. Thou, Richard, shalt to the duke of Norfolk,
Qucen. Come, son, away, we may not linger And tell him privily of our intent.-

[Exeunt Queen and Prince. You, Edward, shall unto my lord Cobham, K. Henry. Poor queen! how love to me, and to With whom the Kentish men will willingly rise « her son,

In them I trust; for they are soldiers, Hath made her break out into terms of rage ! Witty 5, and courteous, liberal, full of spirit.Reveng'd may she be on that hateful duke; While you are thus employ'd, what rejteth more, Whose haugi.ty spirit, winged with desire, But that I seek occasion how to rise ; Will coast my crown!, and, like an empty eagle, And yet the king not privy to my drift, Tire? on the Aeth of me, and of my son !


any of the house of Lancaster? The loss of those three lords 3 torments my heart:

Enter a Mellenger. I'll write unto them, and entreat them fair ;-- But, stay; What news? Why com'ft thou in such Come, coufin, you shall be the messenger.

post? Exe. And I, I hope, shall reconcile them all. Gab. The queen, with all the northern earls and

[Excunt. Intend here to besiege you in your castle : SCENE 11.

She is hard by with twenty thousand men;

And therefore fortify your hold, my lord. Sandal Castle, near Iakefield, in Yorkshire.

York. Ay, with my sword. What! think it Enter Edward, Richard, and Montagus.

thou, that we fear them :Rich. Brother, though I be youngest, give me Edward and Richard, you shall stay with me :leave.

My brother Montague shall post to London : Edw. No, I can better play the orator.

Let noble Warwick, Cobham, and the rest, Mont. But have reasons strong and forcible. Whom we have left protectors of the king, Erter the Duke of York.

With powerful policy strengthen themselves, York. Why, how now, fons, and brother, at a And trust not simple Henry, nor his oaths. Itrife?

Mont. Brother, I go; I'll win them, fear it not : ii. e. hover over or range about my crown. 2 To tire may either incan to faften, to fix the talons, from the French tirer; or to peck. 3 viz. Northumberland, Westmoreland, and Clifford. + Meaning, that the argument of their dispute was upon a grateful topic, viz. the question of their facher's iniucdiate right to the crowd. S !!ilty would here seem to mean, of sound judgement.



be great,

And thus most humbly I do take my leave. It could not fake mine ire, nor ease my heart.

[Exit Montague. The right of any of the house of York Erter Sir John and Sir Hugh Mortimer. Is as a fury to torment my foul ; York. Sir John, and Sir Hugh Mortimer, mine And 'till I root out their accursed line, ucles !

and leave not one alive, I live in hell. You are come to Sandal in a happy hour ;


[Lifting his hand. The army of the queen means to belege us.

Rut. O, let me pray before I take my death:Sir John. She thall not need, we'll meet her in To thee I pray; sweet Clifford, pity me! the field.

Clif. Such pity as my rapier's point affords. [me? 20. k. What, with five thousand men ?

Rut. I never did thee harm; why wilt thou llay Rich. Ay, with five hundred, father, for a need. Clif. Thy father hath. A woman's general ; What should we fear ?

Rut. But 'twas ere I was born.

[-1 march afar off. Thou hast one son, for his fake pity me; Ediv. I hear their drums ; let's set our men in Left, in revenge thereof,--fith God is just, order ;

He be as miferably flain as I.
And iffue forth, and bid them battle straight. Ah, let me live in prison all my days;
Pork. Five men to twenty !--though the odds And when I give occasion of offence,

Then let me die, for now thou haft no cause. I doubt not, uncle, of our victory.

Clif. No cause! Mnny a battle hive won in France,

Thy father few my father; therefore, dic. son as the enemy hath been ten to one ;

[Clifford fiabs binne Why should I not now have the like success ? Rut. 1 Dii faciant, laudis fummu fit ijla tuse! [Alarum. Exeunt.

[Dies. S C Ε Ν Ε III.

Clif. Plantagenet ! I come, Plantagenet !

And this thy fon's blood, cleaving to my blade, A Field of Barile, betwixt Sandal Cafile and Wakereld.

Shall rust upon my weapon, 'till thy blood,

Congeald with this, do make me wipe off both. Enter Rutland, and his Tutor,

[Exis, Rut. Ah, whither thall 1 fly, to 'scape their hands!

Ah, tutor! look where bloody Clitford comes !
Enier Clifford, and Soldiers.

Alarum. Enter Richard Duke of York.
Clif. Chaplain, away! thy prieithood saves thay

York. The army of the queen hath got the fields As for the brat of this accurred duke, [life. My uncles ? both are Nain in reícuing me ; Whole father New my father, he shall die.

And all my followers to the eager foe Tutor. And I, ny lord, will bear him company. Turu back, and fly, like thips before the wind, Ciif. Soldiers, away, and drag him hence per- Or lambs pursu'd by hunger-itarved wolves. force.

[child, My fons-God knows, what hath bechanced them: Tutor. Ah, Clifford ! murder not this innocent But this I know,—they have demean’d themselves Left thou be hated both of God and man.

Like men born to renown, by life, or death.

[txit, drage'd nff. Three times did Richard make a lane to me; Clif. How now! is he dead already ? Or, is it And thrice cry'd, --Courage, fatber! fight it out! fer,

And full as oft came Edward to my side, That makes him close his eyes? --I'll open them.

With purple faulchion, painted to the hile Rui. So looks the pent-up lion o'er the wretch

In blood of those that had encounter'd him: That trembles under his devouring paws :

And when the bardieit warriors did retire, And so he walks, infulting o'er his prey :

Richard cry'd-burge! and give no foss of ground! And to he comes, to rend his limbs asunder. - And cry'd crown, or else a glorious tomb! Ah, gentle Clifford, kill me with thy fiord, A jcpter, or an earthly Jepulcire! And not with rich a cruel threat'ning look.

With this, we charg'd again : but, out, alas! Sweet Clifford, hear me speak before I die ;

We boug'd 3 again ; as I have seen a lwin 1am to mean a subject for thy wrath,

With bootier, labour swim against the ride, Be thou reveng'd on men, and let me live.

And ipend her strength with over-matching wave. Crif. In vain thou speak'ít, poor boy; my father's

[ A fort alarum witbin. blood

(enter. Ah, hark! the fatal followers do puriue ; Hath stopp'u the passage where thy words inould | And I am faint, and cannot fy their fary : Rat. Then let my father's bloot open it again;

And, were I strong, I would not fhun their fury: He is a man, and, Clifford, cope with him. ithine, The fands are number'd, that make up my life;

Clif. Hau 1 thy brethren here, their lives, and Here muft I stay, and here my life must end. Were not re;enge sufficient for me :

Enter the Queen, Clifford, Northumberland, arid No, if I digg'd up thy forefathers' graves,

Soldiers. And hung ineir rotten coftins up in chains, Come, bloody Clifford, -rough Northumberland,

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