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Drums. Some Soldiers of YORK's Party break in.
Then enter the DUKE OF York, EDWARD, RICHARI), NORFOLK, MONTAGUE, WARWICK, and others, with white roses in their hats.
men of the north,
He slily stole away, and left his men: 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, Charged our main battle's front, and, breaking in, Were by the swords of common soldiers slain. Edw. Lord Stafford's father, duke of Bucking
ham, Is either slain or wounded dangerous :
I cleft his beaver with a downright blow;
[Showing his bloody sword. Mont. And, brother, here's the earl of Wiltshire's blood,
[To York, showing his.
your grace dead, my lord of Somerset? Norf. Such hope have all the line of John of
York. Assist me then, sweet Warwick, and I
For hither we have broken in by force.
Norf. We'll all assist you; he that flies shall die.
my lords ;---
violence, Unless he seek to thrust you out perforce.
[They retire. York. The queen, this day, here holds her
But little thinks we shall be of her council :
callid, Unless Plantagenet, duke of York, be king, And bashful Hen(e)ry deposed, whose cowardice Hath made us by-words to our enemies.
York. Then leave me not, my lords; be reso
I mean to take possession of my right.
[WARWICK leads York to the throne, who
seats himself. Flourish. Enter King HENRY, CLIFFORD, Northum
BERLAND, WESTMOPELAND, 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 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
On him, his sons, his favourites, and his friends.
North. If I be not, heaven be revenged on me! Clif. The hope thereof makes Clifford mourn
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 Westmore
land. Clif. Patience is for poltroons, and such as he; He durst not sit there had your father lived. 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 beck ? Exe. But when the duke is slain they'll quickly
fly. K. Hen. Far be the thought of this from
[They udvance to the DUKE.
I am thine. Exe. For shame, come down; he made thee
duke of York. York. It was my inheritance, as the earldom
Exe. Thy father was a traitor to the crown.
War. Exeter, thou art a traitor to the crown, In following this usurping Henry. Clif. Whom should he follow but his natural
king? War. True, Clifford ; and that's Richard, duke K. Hen. And shall I stand, and thou sit in
my throne ?
York. It must and shall be so. Content thyself. War. Be duke of Lancaster, let him be king.
West. He is both king and duke of Lancaster; And that the lord of Westmoreland shall main
tain. War. And Warwick shall disprove it. You
forget That we are those which chased 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. Clif. Urge it no more ; lest that, instead of
words, I send thee, Warwick, such a messenger 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, cur 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 Hen(e)ry the fifth, Who made the Dauphin and the French to stoop, And seized upon their towns and provinces. War. Talk not of France, sith thou has lost it