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King Henry VI.
Lords on King Henry's Earl of Northumberland,
King Edward ]V.
Uncles to the Duke of York.
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. Queen Margaret. 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. SCENE, during Part of the Third Act, in France;
during all the rest of the Play, in England.
Lia eeperi er.
SCENE 1. LONDON. The PARLIAMENT-HOUSE.
Then enter the Duke of York, EDWARD, Rich-
Wonder how the king escap'd our hands.
up the drooping army; and bimself,
Edw. Lord Stafford's father, duke of Buckinghain,
[Showing his bloudy Sworel.
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 bath best desery'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 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 violence, Unless he seek to thrust you out by force. [They retire. York. The
queen, this day, here holds her parliament,
War. The bloody parliament shall this be calls,
York. Then leave me not, my lords; be resolute; I mean to take possession of my right.
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 seats himself.
Il die. me, D
Flourish. Enter King Henry,CLIFFORD, NORTHUM
BERLAND, WESTMORELAND, Exeter, and others,
K. Hen. My lords, look where the sturdy rebel sits,
North. If I be not, heavens, be reveng'd on me!
West. What, shall we suffer this? let's pluck him down:
K. Hen. Be patient, gentle earl of Westmoreland.
Cliff. Patience is for poltroons, and such as he ;
North. Well bast thou spoken, cousin; be it so.
K. Hen. Ah, know you not, the city favours them,
Ere. But when the duke is slain, they'll quickly fly.
K. Hen. Far be the thought of this from Henry's heart,
[They advance to the Duke.
Thou art deceiv'd, I am thine.
War. Exeter thou art a traitor to the crown,
Cliff. Whom should he follow, but his natural king?
Kolence, y retiri iament,
War. True, Clifford; and that's Richard, duke of York. 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 maintain.
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, Thy kinsmen, and thy friends, I'll bave more lives, Than drops of blood were in my father's veins.
Cliff: Urge it no more; Jest 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, 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 ain 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 l; When I was crown'd, I was but nine months old. Rich. You are old enough now, and yet, methinks
you lose :-
Edw. Sweet father, do so; set it on your head.
[speak. K. Hen. Peace thou! and give king Henry leave to