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K. Hen. The head of Cade -Great God, bowl Clif. This is iny king, York, I do not mis. just art thon

take ; o let me view his visage being dead,

But thou mistak'st me much, to think I do: That living wrought me such exceeding trouble. I To Bedlam with him ! is the man grown mad Tell me, my friend, art thou the man that slew K. Hen. Ay, Clifford ; a bedlam and ambi. him ?

tious humour Iden. I was, an't like your inajesty.

Makes him oppose himself against his king. K. Hen. How art thou call'd i and what is thy Clif. He is a traitor ; let biin to the Tower, degree?

And cbop away that factions pate of his. Iden. Alexander Iden, that's my name;

Q. Mar. He is arrested, but will not obey; A poor esquire of Kent, that loves bis king. His sons, he says, shall give their words for Buck. so please it you, my lord, were not amiss

York. Will you not, sons He were created knight for his good service. Edw, Ay, noble father, if our words will K. Hex. Ident, kneel down ; [He kneels.] ] serve, Rise up a knight.

Rich. And if words will not, then our weaWe give thee for reward a thousand marks ;

pons sball. And will that thou henceforth attend on us. Clif. Why, what a brood of traitors bare we Iden. May Iden live to merit such a bounty,


York. Look in a glass, and call thy image so; K. Hen. See. Buckingham! Somerset comes ]I am thy king, and thou a false-beart traitor. with the queen ;

Cali hither to the stake my two brave bears, Go, bid her hide him quid

That, with the very shaking of their chains,

They may astonish these sell lurking cars ;
Enter Queen MARGARET and SOMERSET. Bid Salisbury and Warwick come to me.
O. Mur. For thousand Yorks he shall not hide
his bead,

Drums. Enter WARWICK and SALISBURY. But boldly stand, and front him to his face.

with Forces. York. How now! Is Somerset at liberty ?

Clif. Are these thy bears ? we'll bait thy Tben, York, unloose thy long-imprison'a thoughts,

bears to death, And let thy tongue be equal with thy beart. And inanacle the bear ward + in their chains, Shall I endure the sight of Somerset 1

If tbon dai'st bring them to the baiting-place. False king! why hast thou broken faith witb me, Rich. Oft have I seen a hot o'erweening cur Knowing how hardly I can brook abuse 1

Run back and bite, because he was withheld : King did I call thee ? no, thou art not king: Who, being suffer'd with the bear's fell pa:v, Not fit to govern and rule multitudes,

Hath clapp'd his tail between his legs, and cry'd : Which dar'st not, no, nor canst not rule a traitor, And such a piece of service will you do, That head of thine doth not become a crown ; if you oppose yourselves to match tord War. Thy hand is made to grasp a palmer's staff,

wick. And not to grace an awful princely sceptre : i clis. Hence, beap of wrath, foul indigested That gold must round engirt these brows of

Jump, mine;

As crooked in thy inanners as thy shape! Whose smile and frown, like to Achilles' spear, York. Nay, we shall heat you thoroughly Is able with the change to kill and cure.

anon. Here is a hand to hold a sceptre up,

Cuif. Take heed, lest by your beat you buru And with the same to act controlling laws.

yourselves. Give place; by leaven, thou shalt rule no more K. Hen. Why, Warwick, hath tby knee forgot O'er him, whom heaven created for thy ruler.

to bow Som. O monstrous traitor I-] arrest thee. | Old Salisbury,-shame to thy silver hair. York,

| Thou mad misleader of thy brain-sick sou !-or capital treason 'gainst the king and crown: What, wilt thou on thy death-bed play the Obey, audacious traitor ; kneel for grace.

ruffian, York. Would'st have me kneel 1 first let me And seek for sorrow with thy spectacles ? ask of these,

O where is faith? O where is loyalty ! If they can brook I bow a knee to man.

If it be banish'd from the frosty head, Sirrah, call in my sons to be my bail ;

Where shall it fiud a harbour in the eartb?

Exit an ATTEXDANT. I WIL loul go dig i grave to nid out war, I know, ere they will have me go to ward, And shame thine honourable age with blood They'll pawn their swords for iny enfrauchise- Why art thou old, and want'st experience ? ment.

Or wherefore dost abuse it, if thou hast its Q. Mur. Call hither Clifford; bid him comc | For shame I in duty bend thy knee to me, To say, is that the bastard boys of York (amain, / That bows unto the grave with mickle age. Shall be the surcty for their traitor father.

Sal. My lord, I have consider'd with myself York. O blood-bespotted Neapolitan,

The title of this most renowned duke ; Outcast of Naples, England's bloody scourge ! And, in my conscience, do repute bis grace The sons of York, thy betters in their birth, The rightful heir to England's royal seal. Shall be their father's bail; and bane to those K. Hen. Hast thou not sworn allegiance uuto That for my surety will refuse the boys.

me ?

Sal. I have. Enter EDWARD and RICHARD PLANTAGENET, K. Hen. Canst thou dispense with heaven fur with Forces, at one side ; at the other, with

such an oath > Forces also, old CLIFFORD and his Son. Sal. It is great sin, to swear unto a sin ; See where they come ; l'll warrant they'll make | Bat greater sin, to keep a sinful oath. it good.

Who can be bound by any soleinn vow Q. Mar. Aud here comes Clifford to deny

To do a murderous deed, to rob a man, their bail.

To force a spotless virgin's chastity, Cl. Health and all happiness to my lord the To reave the orphan of his patrimony, ting!

'I Keels. To wring the widow from her customi'd richt: York. I thank thee, Clifford ; Say, what uews

And have no other reason for this wrong, with thee?

But that he was bound by a solemn vath? Nay, do not fright us with an angry look:.

Q. Mar. A sulitle traitor needs to sophister. We are thy sovereign, Clifford, kneel again; For thy anistaking so, we pardon thee.

• The Nevils, earls or Warwick, had a bea, and rugged

stad for their crest. • Custody, confinement.

+ Beur.keeper.

to lose thy youth of advised $ age : hy chair-days

K. Hen. Call Buckingham, and bid bim arm | York. Thus war hath given thee peace, for bimself.

thou art still. York. Call Buckingham, and all the friends Peace with his soul, heaven, if it be thy will ! thou hast,

(Erit. I ain resolv'd for death or dignity. Clif. The first I warrant thee, if dreams

Enter young CLIFFORD. prové true,

| Y. Clis. Shame and confusion ! all is on the War. You were best to go. to bed, and dream

rout ! again,

Fear frames disorder, and disorder wounds To keep thee from the tempest of the field.

Where it should guard. 0 war, thou son of Clir. I am resoly'd to bear a greater storm,

hell, Than any thou canst conjure up to-day ;

Whom angry heavens do inake their minister, And that I'll write upon thy burgonet,

Throw in the frozen bosomns of our part
Might I but know thee by thy household badge. Hot coals of vengeance !--Let no soldier fly:
War. Now. by my father's badge, old Nevil's He that is truly dedicate to war,

Hath no self-love ; nor he, that loves himself, The rampant bear chain'd to the ragged staff,

Hath not essentially, but by circumstance, This day I'll wear aloft my burgonet,

The name of valour.-0 let the vile world end, (As on a mountain-top the cedar shows,

[Seeing his dead Father. That keeps his leaves in spite of any storm,)

And the premised flames of the last day
Even to affright thee with the view thereof.

Knit earth and heaven together !
Clif. And from thy burgonet l'll rend thy bear, Now let the general trumpet blow his blast,
And tread it onder foot with all contempt, Particularities and petty sounds
Despite the bear-ward that protects the bear.

To cease ! 1-Wast thou ordain'd, dear father, Y. Cl. And so to arms, victorious father, I To lose thy youth in peace, and to achieve I To quell the rebels, and their 'complices.

The silver livery of advised 6 age ; Rich. Fie ! charity, for shame! speak not in And, in thy reverence and thy chair-days spite,

thus For yon shall sup with Jesu Christ to-night. To die in rutan battle 1-Even at this sight, Y. Clif. Foul stigmatic, t that's more than My heart is turn'd to stone ; and, while, 'tis thou canst tel.

mine, Rich. If not in heaven, you'll surely sup in it shall be stony. York not our old men hell. [Exeunt severally.

Spares ;

No more will I their babes : tears virginal
SCENE 11.-Saint Albans..

Shall be to me even as the dew to fire ;

And beauty, that the tyrant oft reclaims, Alarums : Excursions. Enter WARWICK.

Shall to my faming wrath be sil and flax. Var. Clifford of Cumberland, 'tis Warwick | Henceforth, I will not have to do with pity : calls 1

Meet I an infant of the house of York, And if thou dost not hide thee from the bear. Into as many gobbets will I cut it, Now, when the angry trumpet sounds alarm, As wild Medea young Absyrtus did : And dead men's cries do fill the empty air, In cruelty will I seek out my fame. Clifford, I say, come forth and fight with me! Come, thou new ruin of old Clifford's house ; Proud northern lord, Clifford of Cumberland,

[Taking up the Body. Warwick is hoarse with calling thee to arins. 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 beavy as these woes of mine. York. The deadly-handed Clifford slew my

(Exit. steed; But match to match I have encounter'd him, Enter RICHARD PLANTAGENET and SOMERAnd made a prey for carrion kites and crows

SET, fighting, and SOMERSET is killed. Even of the bonny beast he lov'd so well.

Rich. So, lie thou there ;

For, underneath an alebouse' paltry sign,

The Castle in Saint Alban's, Somerset War. Of one or both of us the time is come.

Hath made the wizard famous in his death. York. Hold, Warwick, seek thee out some other chase,

Sword, hold thy temper; heart, be wrathful For I myself must hunt this deer to death.

still ; War. Then, nobly, York ; 'tis for a crown

| Priests pray for enemies, but princes kill. thon öght'st.

[Exit. As I intend, Clifford, to thrive to-day,

Alarums: Excursions. Enter King HENRY, It grieves my soul to leave thee unassail'd.

Queen MARGARET, and others, retreating.

Erit WARWICK. Clif. What seest thou in me, York? why dost Q. Mar. Away, my lord ! you are slow ; for thou pause ?

shame away ! York. With thy brave bearing should I be in K. Hen. Can we outrun the heavens? good love,

Margaret, stay. But that thou art so fast mine enemy.

R. Mar. What are you made of? you'll not Clif. Nor should thy prowess want praise and

fight nor fly ; esteen,

Now is it manhood, wisdom, and defence, But that 'lis shown ignobly and in treason. To give the enemy way; and to secure us York. So let it help me now against thy By what we can, which can no more but fly. sword,

[Alarum afar off. As I in justice and true right express it!

If you be ta'en, we then should see the bottom Clif. My soul and body on the action of all our fortunes : but if we haply scape, both !

(As well we may, if not through your neglect, York. A dreadful lay! 1-address thee in- / We sball to London get ; where you are lov'd ; stantly.

And where this breach, now in our fortunes (They fight, and CLIFFORD falls.

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Enter young CLIFFORD.

But still, where danger was, still there I met hiin : Y. Clif. But that my heart's on future mis

Aud like rich hangings in a homely house,

So was his will in his old feeble body, chief set, I would speak blasphemy ere bid you fly ;

But, noble as he is, look where he comes. But fy you must ; uncurable discomat

Enter SALISBURY. Reigns in the hearts of all our present parts.

Sal. Now, by my sword, well hast thou fought Away, for your relief! and we will live

to-day ; To see their day, and them our fortune give :

By the mass, so did we all.-I thank you, Richard : Away, my lord, away!

[Ereunt. God knows how long it is

God knows how long it is I have to live ;

And it hath pleas'd him, that three times to-day SCEVE III.-Fields near Saint Albans.

You have defended me from inminent death. -Alarum: Retreat. Flourish ; then enter York, 1 Well, lords, we have not got that which we have : RICHARD PLANTAGENET, WARWICK, and

PIGENET. WARWICK. and l 'Tis not enough our foes are this time fled. Soldiers, with Drum and Colours.

Being opposites of such repairing nature. +

York. I know our safety is to follow them; York. Of Salisbury, who can report of him

For, as I bear, the king is fled to London,
That winter lion, who in rage forgets
Aged contusions and all brush of time ; +

To call a present court of parliament,

Let us pursue him ere the writs go forth:And, like a gallant in the brow of youth, t

What says lord Warwick ; shall we after them! Repairs him with occasion ? this happy day

War. After them! nay, before them, if we can. la not itself, nor bave we won one foot,

Now by my faith, lords, 'twas a glorious day : If Salisbury be lost.

Saint Alban's battle, won by famous York, Rich. My noble father,

Shall be eterniz'd in all age to come.Three times to-day I holp him to his horse,

Sound, drums and trumpets ;-and to Londou all : 'Three times bestrid him, thrice I led him off,

And more such days as these to us befall I Persuaded him from any further act :

(Exeunt. • For parties.

1. e. We have not secured that which we have acI. e. The gradual detrition of time.

quired. Ile. The height of youth the brow of a hill is its tl.e. Being enemies that are likely so soon to rally su inmit.

I and recover themselves from this defeat



LITERARY AND HISTORICAL NOTICE. THE action of this play comprehends a period of sixteen years. It commences with the erents immediately suc.

ceeding the disastrous battle of St. Alban's, 1455, and concludes with the murder of King Henry VI. and the birth of Prince Edward, (afterwards Edward V.) 1471. Dr. Johnson says, “ of these three plays, I think che second the best. Tho truth is, they have not sufficient variety of action, for the incidents are too often of the same kind ; yet many of the characters are well discriminated. King Henry and his queen, Kin? F.Award, the Duke of Gloucester, and the Earl of Warwick, are very strongly and distinctly painted."


Sir John MORTIMER, I Uncles to the Duke EDWARD, Prince of Wales, his Son.


of York. LEWIS XI. King of France.

HENRY, Earl of Richmond, a Youth. DUKE OF SOMERSET,

LORD RIVERS, Brother to Lady Grey. DUKB or EXETER,



TUTOR to Rutland.

MAYOR of York.
EDWARD Earl of March, after.

wards King Eduard IV.

Two KEEPERS.--A HUNTSMAN.-A Son that EDMUND, Earl of Rutland,

has killed his Father.-A Father that has GEORGE, afterwards Duke of > His Sons. killed his Son.

RICHARD, afterwards Duke of


LADY GREY, afterwards Quech to Ed. DUKE OF NORFOLK,


BONA, Sister to the French Queen. LARL OF WARWICK,

of the Duke of EARL OF PEMBROKE,

York's Party. Soldiers, and other attendants on King Hen. LORD HASTINGS,

ry and King Edward, Messengers, watchLORD STAFFORD,

men, c.

SCBNB, during part of the third Act, in France ; during all the rest of the Play, in England.


Edw. Lord Stafford's father, duke of Buck

ingham; SCENE 1.- London - The Parliament. Is either slain, or wounded Jangerous : House.

I cleft bis beaver with a downright blow;

That this is true, father, behold bis blood. Drums. Some Soldiers of YORK's party

(Showing his bloody Sword. break in. Then, enter the Duke of YORK,

Mont. And, brother, here's the earl of WiltEDWARD, RICRARD, NORFOLK, MONTAGUE,

shire's blood, WARWICK, and others with White Roses tn

(To YORK, showing his their Hats.

Whom I encounter'd as the battles join'd. War. I wonder how the king escap'd our hands. Rich. Speak thou for me, and tell then what York. While we pursued the horsemen of the

I did, He slily stole away, and left his men : (north, [Throwing down the duke of SOMERSET'S Whereat the great lord of Northumberland,

Head. Wbose warlike ears could never brook retreat, | York. Richard hath best desery'd of all my Cheer'd up the drooping army; and himself,

sons.Lord Clifford, and lord Stafford, all abreast, What, is your grace dead, my lord of Somer. Charg'd our main battle's front, and, break

set? ing in,

Norf. Such hope have al the line of John of Were by the swords of common soldiers slain.


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