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Rich. Thus do I hope to shake king Henry's K. Hen. Far be the thought of this from head.

Henry's heart, War. And so do 1.-Victorious prince of To make a shambles of the parliainent-house! York,

Cousin of Exeter, frowns, words, and threats, Before I see thee seated in that throne

Sball be the war that Henry means to use. Which now the house of Lancaster usurps,

(They advance to the Duke. I vow by heaven these eyes shall never close. Thou factious duke of York, descend my throue This is the palace of the fearful king,

And kneel for grace and mercy at my feet ;. . And this the regal seat : possess it, York: I am thy sovereign. For this is thine, and not king Henry's heirs. York. Thou art deceiv'd, I am thine. York. Assist me then, sweet Warwick, and I Ere. For shame, come down ; he made thee will ;

duke of York. For hither we have broken in by force.

York. 'Twas my inheritance, as the earldom Norf. We'll all assist you; he that flies sball

was. die,

Ere. Tby father was a traitor to the crown. York. Thanks, gentle Norfolk, -Stay by me,. War. Exeter, thou art a traitor to the crown, my lords ;

In following this usurping Henry. And, soldiers, stay, and lodge by me this night. Clif. Whom should be follow, but bis natural · War. And when the king comes, offer bim no

king? violence,

War. True, Clifford ; and that's Ricbard, duke Unless be scek to thrust you out by force.

of York.

[They retire. K. Ben. Add shall I stand, and thou sit in York. The queen, this day, here bolds her

my throne ! parliament,

York, it must and shall be so. Content thyBut little thinks we shall be of her council :

self. By words, or blows, here let us win our right. War. Be duke of Lancaster, let him be king. Rich, Arm'd as we are, let's stay within this West. He is both king and duke of Lancashouse.

ter: War. The bloody parliament shall this be And that the lord of Westmoreland shall mails callid,

tain, Unless Plantagenet, duke of York, he king; War. And Warwick sball disprove it. You And bashful Henry depos'd, whose cowardice

forget, Hath made us by-words to our enemies.

That we are those which chas'd you from the York. Then leave me not, my lords : be re

field, solute;

And slew your fatbers, and with colours spread I mean to take possession of my right.

March'd through the city to the palace gates. War. Neither the king, nor be that loves 1 North. Yes, Warwick, I remember it to any him best,

grief; The proudest he that holds up Lancaster, And, by his soul, thou and thy house shall Dares stir a wing, if Warwick shake his bells..

rue it. I'll plant Plantagenet, root him up who dares :- West. Plantagenet, of thee, and these thy Resolve thee, Richard; claim the Englisb

sons, crown.

Thy kiosmen, and thy friends, I'll have more [WARWICK leads YORK to the Throne, who

lives, seats himself.

Than drops of blood were in my father's veins.

Clif. Urge it no more ; lest that, instead of Flourish. Enter King HENRY, CLIFFORD,

NORTHUMBERLAND, WEST MORELAND, EXE-11 send thee, Warwick, such a messenger,
TER. and others, with red Roses in their 1 As shall revenge his deatb, before I stir.

War. Poor Clifford ! bow I scorn his worth K. Hen. My lords, look where the sturdy

less threats! rebel sits,

York. Will you we show our title to the Even in the chair of state ! belike, he means

crown? (Back'd by the power of Warwick, that false | If not, our swords shall plead it in the field. peer)

K. Hen, What title bast thou, traitor, to the To aspire unto tbe crown, and reign as king.

crown Earl of Northumberland,'he slew thy father : Thy father was, as thou art, duke of York ; And thine, lord Clifford ; and you both bave Thy grandfather, Roger Mortimer, earl of vow'd revenge

March: On bim, his sons, his favourites, and his friends. I am the son of Henry the Fifth, North. If I be not, heavens, be reveng'd on Who made the Dauphin and the French to me!

stoop, Clif. The hope thereof makes Clifford mourn And seiz'd upon their towns and provinces. in steel.

War. Talk not of France, sith thou hast lost West. What, shall we suffer this ? let's pluck

it all. him down :

K. Hen. The lord protector lost it, and not I. My heart for anger burns, I cannot brook it. When I was crown'd, I was but nine months K. Hen. Be patient, gentle eart of Westmore

old. land.

Rich. You are old enough now, and yet me. Olif. Patience is for poltroons, and such as

thinks, you lose : be;

Father, tear the crown from the usurper's head He durst not sit there bad your father liv'd.

Edw. Sweet father, do 80; set it on you My gracious lord, bere in the parliament

head. Let us assail the family of York.

Mont. Good brother, (TO YORK.) as thou North. Well hast thou spoken, cousin; be it. lov'st aud honour'st arins, so.

Let's fight it out, and not stand cavilling thus. K. Hen. Ah ! know you not, the city favours Rich. Sound drums and trumpets, and the them,

king will fly. And they have troops of soldiers at their beck? I York, Sons, peace! Exe. But when the duke is slain, they'll K. Hen. Peace thoul and give king Heury quickly fiy,

leave to speak.

War. Plantagenet sball speak first :-bear • Hawks had sometimes little bells hung on them,

bim, lords ; perhaps to dare the birds ; that is, fright them froni

. Since.


And be you silent and attentive too,

West. Base, fearful, and despairing Heury ! For he that interrupts bim shall not live.

Clif. How hast thou injur'd both thyself and K. Hen. Think'st thou, that I will leave my

us ? kingly throne,

West. I cannot stay to hear these articles. Wherein my grandsire and my father sat ?

North. Nor I. No: first shall war unpeople this my realm ; Clif. Come, cousin, let us tell the queen these Ay, and their colours, often borne in France; 1

Dewg. And now in England, to our heart's great sor- West. Farewell, faint-hearted and degenerate row,

king, Shall be my winding sheet.-Why faint you, In whose cold blood no spark of honour bides. lords?

North. Be thon a prey unto the house of My title's good, and better far than his.

War. But prove it, Henry, and thou shalt be | And die in bands for this unmaply deed !

Clif. In dreadful war may'st thou be over K. Hen. Henry the fourth by conquest got

coine ! the crown.

or live in peace, abandon'd and despis'd! York. 'Twas by rebellion against his king.

[Exeunt NORTHUMBERLAND, CLIFFORD, K. Hen. I know not wbat to say ; my title's


War. Turn this way, Henry, aud regard them Tell me, may not a king adopt an heir ?

not. York. What then ?

Ere. They seek revenge, and therefore will K. Hen. And if he may, then am I lawful

not yield. king:

K. Hen. Ah ! Exeter : For Richard, in the view of many lords,

War. Why should you sigh, my lord ! Resign'd the crown to Henry the fourth;

K. Hen. Not for myself, lord Warwick, but Whose heir my father was, and I am his.

my son, York. He rose against him, being bis sove. Whom I unnaturally shall disinherit. reign,

But, be it as it may :- 1 here entail And made him to resign his crown perforce. The crown to thee, and to thine heirs for War. Suppose, my lords, he did it uncon

ever; strain'd,

Conditionally, that here thou take an oath Think yon, 'twere prejudicial to his crown?• To cease this civil war, and, whilst I live, Exe. No; for he could not so resign his To honour me as thy king and sovereign ; crown,

And neither by treason, nor hostility, Bu* that the next heir should succeed and reign. To seek to put me down and reigu thyself. K. Hen. Art thou against us, duke of Exe- York. This oath I willingly take, and will ter ?

perform. (Coming from the Throne. Exe. His is the right, and therefore pardon War. Long live king Henry !--Plantagenet, me.

embrace bim. York. Why whisper you, my lords, and an K. Hen. And long live thou, and these thy swer not?

forward sons ! Exe. My conscience tells me he is lawful York. Now York and Lancaster are recon. king.

cil'd. K. Hen. All will revolt from me, and turn to Exe, Accurs'd be he that seeks to mkae them bim.

foes! North. Plantagenet, for all the claim thou

(Senet. The Lords come forward. lay'st,

York. Farewell, my gracious Jord ; I'll to my Think not that Henry sball be so depos'd.

castle. War. Depos'd he shall be, in despite of all. War. And I'll keep London, with my sol North. Thou art deceiv'd : 'tis not thy south

diers. ern power,

Nors, And I to Norfolk, with my followers. of Essex, Norfolk, Suffolk, nor of Kent,

Mont. And I unto the sca, from whence I Wbich makes thee thus presumptuous and proud,

*canic. Can set the duke up, in despite of me.

[Exeunt York, and his Sons, WARWICK, Clif. King Henry, be thy title right or wrong,

NORFOLK, MONTAGUE, Soldiers, and Lord Clifford vows to fight in thy defence :

Attendants. May that ground gape, and swallow me alive, K. Hen. And I with grief and sorrow to the Where I shall kneel to him that slew my fa

court. ther! K. Hen. O Clifford, how thy words revive my Enter Queen MARGARET and the Prince of heart!

WALES. York. Henry of Lancaster, resign thy crown : Ece. Here comes the queen, whose looks beWhat mutter you, or what conspire you, lords?

· wray her anger : · War. Do right unto this princely duke of|I'll steal away. York ;

K. Hen. Exeter, so will l.

(Going. Or. I will fill the house with armed men,

Q. Mar. Nay, go not from me, I will follow And, o'er the chair of state, wbere now he sits,

thee. Write ap his title with usurping blood.

K. Hen. Be patient, gentle queen, and I will ¡He stamps and the Soldiers show them

stay. selves.

Q. Mar. Who can be paticct in such ex. K. Hen. My lord of Warwick, hear me but

tremes ? one word ;

Ah! wretched man! 'would Į had died a Let me, for this my life-time, reign as king.

maid York. Confirm the crown to me, and to mine And never seen thee, never borne thee son, heirs,

Seeing thou hast prov'd so unnatural a father! And thou shalt reign in quiet while thou liv'st. Hath he deserv'd to lose his birthright thus ?

K. Hen. I am content: Richard Plantagenet, Hadst thou but lov'd him half so well as 1; Enjoy the kingdom after my decease.

Or felt that pain which I did for him once ; Clif. Wbat wrong is this onto the prince your Or nourish'd him, as I did with my blood; son ?

Tbou wouldst have left thy dearest heart-blood War. What good is this to England and him

there, self?

Rather than inade that savage duke thine beir,

And disinherited thine only son. • I. c. Detrimental to the general rights of hereditary 1oyalty.

• Betray, discover.

Prince. Father, you cannot disinherit me : 1 York. Abortt what? If you be king, why should not I succeed?

Rich. About that which concerns your grace K. Hen. Pardon me, Margaret ;--pardon me,

and us ; sweet son ;

The crown of England, father, which is your's. Tbe earl of Warwick and the duke enforc'a York. Mine, boy ? not till king Henry be me.

dead. Q. Mar. Enforc'd thee l art thou king, and Rich. Your right depends bot on his life, or wilt be forc'a ?

death. I shame to bear thee speak. Ah! timorous Edw. Now you are heir, therefore enjoy it now: wretch !

By giving the house of Laucaster leave lo Thon hast undone thyself, thy son, and me;

breathe, And given unto the house of York such head, It will outrun you, father, in the end. As thou shalt reign but by their sufferance.

York. I took an oath, that he should quietly To entail him and his heirs unto the crow),

reigu. What is it, but to make thy sepulchre,

Edw. But, for a kingdom, any oath may be And creep into it far before thy time?

broken : Warwick is chancellor, and the lord of Calais; I'd break a thousand oaths to reign one rear. Stern Faulcolbridge commands the narrow | Rich. No ; God forbid, your grace should be seas;

forsworn. The duke is made protector of the realm ;

York. I sball be, if I claim by open war. And yet shalt thou be safe ? such safety finds Rich. l'll prove the contrary, if you'll bear The trembling lamb, environed with wolves.

me speak. Had I been there, which ain a silly woman,

York. Thou canst not, son ; it is impossible. The soldiers should have toss'd me on their Rich. 'An oath is of no moment, being pot pikes,

took Before I would have granted to that act.

Before a true and lawful inagistrate, But thou preferr'st thy life before thine ho. That bath authority over him that swears : nour:

Henry had uoue, but did usurp the place ; And seeing thon dost, I bere divorce myself, Then, seeing 'twas be that made you to de. Both from thy table, Henry, and thy bed,

pose, Until that act of parliament be repeal'd,

Your oath, my lord, is vain and frivolous. Whereby my son is disinherited.

Therefore, to arms. And, father, do but think, The northern lords, that have forsworn thy

How sweet a thing it is to wear a crown ;

Within whose circuit is Elysium,
Wu follow mine. if once they see them spread :/ And all that poels feign of bliss and joy.
And spread they shall be ; to thy foul dis- Why do we linger thus ? I cannot rest,

Until the white rose that I wear be dyed
And utter ruin of the house of York.

Even in the lukewarm blood of Henry's heart. Thus do I leave thee ;--Coine, son, let's away;

York, Richard, enough; I will be king, or Our army's ready ; come, we'll alter them.

die. K. Hen, Stay, gentle Margaret, and liear me B!

Brother, thou shalt to London presently, speak.

And whet on Warwick to this enterprise. Q. Mar. Thou hast spoke too inuch already ; Thou, Richard, shalt unto the duke of Norfolk. get thee gone.

And tell him privily of our intent. K. Hen. Gentle son Edward, thou wilt stay

You. Edward, sliall unto my lord Cobbam, with me

With whom the Kentishmen will willingly Q. Mar. Ay, to be murder'd by his enemies.

rise : Prince. When I return with victory from the In them I trust ; for they are soldiers, field,

Witty • and courteous, liberal, full of spirit. l'll see your grace : till then, I'll follow her. While you are thus employ'd, what rejteth Q. Mar. Come, son, away ; we may not lin

more, ger thus.

But that I seek occasion how to rise ; (Ex eunt Qucen MARGARET and the Prince. And yet the king not privy to my drift, K. Hen. Poor queen! how love to me, and Nor any of the house or La

and Nor any of the house of Lancaster ? to her son, Hath made her break out into terms of rage !

Enter a MESSENGER. Reveng'd may she be on that hateful duke; But, stay; What news? Why com'st thou in Whose haughty spirit, winged with desire,

such post Will cost my crown, and, like an empty eagle, Mess. The queen, with all the northern earls Tire on the flesh of me and of my son !

and lords, The loss of those three lords torments my Intend here to besiege you in your castle : heart;

She is hard by with twenty thousand men ; I'll write unto them, and entreat them fairl And therefore fortify your hold, my lord. Come, cousin, you shall be the messenger.

York. Ay, with my sword. What ! think'st Exe. And I, I hope, shall reconcile them all.

thou that we fear them (Ereunt. Edward and Richard, you shall stay with me

My brother Montague shall post to London : SCENE 11.-A Room in Sandal Castle, Let noble Warwick, Cobham, and the rest, near Wakefield, in Yorkshire. Whom we have left protectors of the king,

With powerful policy strengthen themselves, Enter EDWARD, PICHARD, and MONTAGUE. And trast not simple Henry, nor his oaths. Rich. Brother, though I be youngest, give Mont. Brother, I go; I'll win them, fear it me leave.

not: Edre. No, I can better play the orator. And thus most humbly I do take my leave. Mont. But I have reasous strong and for

(Exit. cible.

Enter Sir John and Sir HUCH MORTIMER. Enter YORK.

York. Sir John, and Sir Hugh Mortimer, York. Why, how now, sons and brother, at

mine uncles, a strife

You are come to Sandal in a happy hour What is your quarrel ? how began it first? The army of the queen mean to besiege us. Edw. No quarrel, but a slight contention.

Sir John. She shall not need, we'll meet her

in the field. • Peck.

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York. What I with five thousand men ? Thy father slew my father; therefore, die.
Rich, Ay, with five hundred, father, for a

(CLIFFORD stabs kiin need.

Rut. Dii faciant, laudis sunma sit ista A woman's general ; What should we fear

tut! (A March afar of,

Dies. Edw I hear their drums ; let's set our men Clif. Plantagenet ! I come, Plantagenet ! in order ;

And this thy son's blood cleaving to my blade, And issue forth, and bid them battle straight. Shall rust upon my weapon, till thy blood, York. Five men to twenty 1-though the odds Congeal'd with this, do make me wipe off both. be great,

(Exit. I doubt not, uncle, of our victory, Many a battle have won in France,

SCENE IV.-The same.
When as the enemy hath been ten to one ;
Wby should I not now have the like success ?

Alarum.- Enter YORK.
(Alarum, Exeunt. York. The army of the queen bath got the

field: SCENE 111.-Plains near Sandal Castle. My uncles both are slain in rescuing me;

And all my followers to the eager foe Alarums : Excursions. Enter RUTLAND and his TUTOR.

Turn back, and fly, like ships before the wind,

| Or lambs pursu'd by hunger-starved wolves. Hut. Ah! whither shall I fly to 'scape their My sons---God knows, wbat bain hands ?

them: Ah ! tutor, look, where bloody Clifford comes ! But this I know, they have demean'd them

selves Enter CLIFFORD, and Soldiers.

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

I Three times did Richard make a lane to me ; Clif. Chaplain, away! thy priesthood saves

And thrice cried,-Courage, father! fight it As for the brat of this accursed duke,

out !

And full as oft came Edward to my side, Whose father slew iny father,--he shall die.

With purple faulchion, painted to the bil Tut. And I, my lord, will bear him com

In blood of those that had encounter'd him : pany.

And when the hardiest warriors did retire, Cuf. Soldiers, away with him.

Richard cried,Charge! and give no foot of Tal. Ah! Clitford, murder not this innocent

ground! child, Lest thou be hated both of God and man.

And cried,- A crown, or else a glorious tomb : (Exit, forced off by Soldiers.

A sceptre ! or an earthly sepulchre ! clif. How powl is he dead already ? Or, is

With this, we charg'd again ; but, out, alas! it fear,

We bodg'd + again; as I have seen a swan That makes him close his eyes ?-I'll open

With bootless labour swim against the tide, them.

And spend ber strength with over-marching Rut. So looks the pent-up lion o'er the

waves. A short Alarum within. wretch

Ah ! bark! the fatal followers do pursue ; That trembles under his devouring paws :

And I am faint, and cannot fly their fury: And so he walks, insulting o'er his prey ;

And, were I strong, I would not chun their And so he comes to rend his limbs asunder.

fury : Ah! gentle Clifford, kill me with thy sword, Tbe sands' are number'd, that make up my And not with such a cruel threat'ning look.

life ! Sweet Clifford, hear me speak before I die ; Here must I stay, and bere my life must end. I am too mean a subject for thy wrath, Be thou reveng'd on men, and let me live.

Enter Queen MARGARET, CLIFFORD, NORClif. In vain thou speak'st, poor boy; my fa.

THUMBERLAND, and Soldiers. ther's blood

Come, bloody Clifford,-rough NorthumberHath stopp'd the passage where thy words

land,should enter.

I dare your quenchless fury to more rage ; Rut. Tben let my father's blood open it I am your butt, and I abide your shot. again ;

North. Yield to our mercy, proud Plantage. He is a man, and, Clifford, cope with him.

net. Clif Had I thy brethren here, their lives and clif. Ay, to such mercy as his ruthless arm, thine

With downright payment, show'd unto my faWere not revenge sufficient for me ;

ther. No, if I digg'd up thy forefather's graves,

Now Phaeton bath tumbled from his car, And hung their rotten coffins up in chains, And made an evening at the noontide prick.t It could not slake mine ire, nor ease my heart. York. My asbes, as the Pbænix, inay bring The sight of any of the house of York

forth Is as a fury to torment my soul;

A bird that will revenge upon you all : And till I root out their accursed line,

And, in that hope, I throw mine eyes to bea. And leave not one alive, I live in hell.

ven, Therefore

(Lifting his hand. Scorning whate'er you can aflict me with. Rut, 0 let me pray before I take my death :- Why come you not? what! inultitudes, and To thee I pray ; Sweet Clifford, pity ine!

fear Clif. Such pity as my rapier's point affords. Clif. So cowards fight, when they can fly no Rut. I never did thee barm; Why wilt thou

farther; slay me?

So doves do peck the falcon's piercing talons ; Clif. Tby father hath.

So desperate thieves, all bopeless of their Rut. But 'twas ere I was born.

Jives, Thou hast one son, for his sake pity me;

Breathe oat invectives 'gainst the oficers. Lest, in revenge thereof, sith God is just,

York. O Clifford, but bethink thee once He be as miserably slain as I.

again, Ab! let me live in prison all my days;

And in thy thought o'er-run my former time : And when I give occasion of offence, Then let me die, for now thou bast no cause. • " Heaven grant this may be your greatest boast." Clif No cause ?

Ovid's Epist. from Pkillis to Demephron + I. e. We boggled, made bad, or bungling work of

our attempt to rally. Since.

• Noontide point on the dial.

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