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Enter King Henry, Clifford, Northumberland, Westmor.

land, Exeter, and others.
K. Henry. My Lords, look where the sturdy Rebel fits,
Even in the Chair of State; belike he means,
Back'd by the Power of Warwick, that false Peer,
To aspire unto the Crown, and Reign as King.
Earl of Northumberland, he flew thy Father,
And thine, Lord Clifford, and you have both vow'd revenge
On him, his Sons, his Favourites, and his Friends.

North. If I be not, Heav'ns be reveng'd on me.
Clif. The hope thereof makes Clifford mourn in Steel.

Weft. What, shall we suffer this? Let's pluck him down. My Heart for anger burns, I cannot brook it.

K. Henry. Be patient, gentle Earl of Westmorland.

Clif. Patience is for Poltroons, and fuch is he:
He durft not fit there had your Father liv'd.
My gracious Lord, here in the Parliament
Let us affail the Family of York.

North. Well hast thou spoken, Cousin be it fo.

K. Henry. Ah, know you not the City favours them, And they have Troops of Soldiers at their beck?

Weft. But when the Duke is slain, they'll quickly fly:

K. Henry. Farbe the thought of this from Henry's Heart, To make a Shambles of the Parliament House. Cousin of Exeter, Frowns, Words, and Threats, Shall be the War that Henry means to use. Thou factious Duke of York, descend myThrone, [To the Duke: And kneel for Grace and Mercy at my Feet, I am thy Soveraign.

York. Henry, I am thine.

Exe. For shame come down, he made thee Duke of York.

York. It was iny Inheritance, as the Earldom was.
Exe. Thy Father was a Traicor to ihe Crown.

War. Exeter thou art a Traitor to the Crown,
In following this ufurping Henry.

Clif. whom should he follow, but his natural King?
War. True, Clifford, and that's Richard Duke of York.
K. Henry, And ihall I stand, and thou fit in my Throne?

York.

York. It must and shall be so, content thy self.
War. Be Duke of Lancaster, let him be King

West. He is both King and Duke of Lancaster,
And that the Lord of Westmorland shall maintain.

War. And Warwick fhall disprove it. You forget, That we are those which chas'd you from the Field, And New

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 Thall rue it.

Weft. Plantaganet, 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, left that instead of Words
I send chee, 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 Mew our Title to the Crown? If not, our Swords shall plead it in the Field.

K. Henry. What Title haft thou, Traitor, to the Crown? Thy Father was, as thou art, Duke of Tork, Thy Grandfather Roger Mortimer, Earl of March. I am 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, fith thou hast loft it all.

K. Henry. The Lord Protector lost it, and not I;
When I was crown'd I was but nine Months old.
Rich. You are old enough now,
methinks you

lose:
Father, tear the Crown from the Usurper's Head,

Edw. Sweet Father do so, set it on your Head.

Mount. Good Brother,
As thou lov'st and honourest Arms,
Let's fight it out, and not stand cavelling thus.

Rich, Sound Drums and Trumpets, and the King will
fly.
York. Sons, Peace.
K. Henry. Peace thou, and give King Henry leave to speak.

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War. Plantagenet shall speak first: Hear bim Lords,
And be you filent and attentive too,
For he that interrupts him, Mall not live.

K. Henry. Think'st thou that I will leave myKingly Throne,
Wherein my Grandfire and my Father fat?
No ; first shall War unpeople this my Realm;
Ay, and their Colours often born in France,
And now in England, to our Hearts great Sorrow,
Shall be my Winding fheet: Why faint you, Lords?
My Title's good, and better far than his.

War. But prove it, Henry, and thou shalt be King.
K. Henry. Henry the Fourth by Conquest got the Crown
Tork. 'Twas by Rebellion against bis King.

K. Henry. I know not what to say, my Title's weak;
Tell me, may not a King adopt an Heir?

York. What then ?

K. Henry. And if he may, then am I lawful King: For Richard, in the view of many Lords,

1 Refign'd the Crown to Henry the Fourth, Whose Heir my Father was, and I am his.

York. He rose against him, being his Soveraign, And made him to resign his Crown perforce.

War. Suppose, my Lords, he did it unconstrain'd, Think you 'twere prejudicial to his Crown?

Exe. No; for he could not so resign his Crown,
But that the nexe Heir should fucceed and reign.

X. Henry, Art thou against us, Duke of Exeter?
Exe. His is the right, and therefore pardon me.
York. Why whisper you, my Lords, and anfwer not?
Exe. My Conscience tells me, he is lawful King:
X. Henry. All will revolt from me, and turn to him.

North. Plantagenet, for all the Claim thou lay'ft,
Think not, that Henry shall be so depos’d.

War. Depos'd he hall be, in despite of all,

North. Thou art deceiv'd:
'Tis not thy Southern Power
Of Effex, Norfolk, Suffolk, por of Kent,
Which makes thee thus presumptuous and proud,
Can set the Duke up in despight of me,

Clif

Clif. King Henry, be thy Title right or wrong,
Lord Clifford vows to fight in thy defence;
May that Ground gape, and swallow me alive,
Where I shall kneel to him that flew

my

Father.
K. Henry. Oh Clifford, how thy words revive my Heart.
Tork. Henry of Lancaster, resign thy Crown:
What mutter you, or what conspire you, Lords?

War. Do right unto this Princely Duke of York,
Or I will fill the House with armed Men,
And o'er the Chair of State, where now he fits,
Write up his Title with ufurping Blood.

[Heftamps with his Foot, and the Soldiers Thew themselves.

K. Henry. My Lord of Warwick, hear me but one word; Let me for this time reign as King.

York. Confirm the Crown to me, and to mine Heirs, And thou shalt Reign in quiet while thou liv'it.

K. Henry. I am content: Richard Plantagenet,
Enjoy the Kingdom after my decease.
Clíf

. What wrong is this unto the Prince, your Son?
War. What good is this to England, and himself?
West, Base, fearful, and despairing Henry!
Clif. How halt thou injur'd both thy self and us!
Weft. I cannot stay to hear these Articles.
North. Nor I.
Clif. Come Cousin, let us tell the Queen these News.

West. Parewel, faint-hearted and degenerate King, In whose coll Blood no spark of Honour bides.

North. Be thou a prey unto the House of York, And die in Bands, for this unmanly deed.

Clif, In dreadful War, may At thou be overcome, Or live in Peace abandon'd and despis’d.

[Exeunt Nor. Cliff. Wellm. War. Turn this way, Henry, and regard them not. Exe. They seek revenge, and therefore will not yield. K. Henry. Ah Exeter! War. Why should you figh, my Lord?

K. Henry. Not for my felf, Lord Warwick, but my Son, Whom I unnaturally fall difinherit.

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But be it as it may; I here entail
The Crown to thee, and to thine Heirs for ever:
Conditionally, that here thou take an Oath,
To cease this Civil War; and whilft I live,
To honour me as thy King and Sovereign:
Neither by Treason nor Hokility,
To seek to put me down, and Reiga thy self.

York. This Oath I willingly take, and will perform?
War. Long live. King Henry: Plantagenet, embrace him.
K. Henry. And long live thou, and these thy forward Sonse
York. Now York and Lancaster are reconcil'd.
Exe. Accurst be he that seeks to make them Focs,

Sonet. Here they come down.
York. Farewel, my gracious Lord, I'II to my Cantle.
War. And I'll keep London with my Soldiers.
Norf. And I to Norfolk with my Followers.
Mount. And I unto the Sea from whence I came [Exi
K. Henry. And I with Grief and Sorrow to the Court

Enter the Queen, and the Prince of Wales.
Exe. Here comes the Queen,
Whose Looks bewray her Anger:
K. Henry. Exeter fo will l.

[Going
Queen. Nay, go not from me, I will follow thee.
K. Henry. Be patient, gentle Queen, and I will stay.

Queen. Who can be patient in such Extreams?
Ah wretched Man! would I had dy'd a Maid,
And never seen thee, never born thee Son,
Seeing thou hast prov'd so unnatural a Father.
Hath he deserv'd to lose his Birth-right thus ?
Hadft thou but lov'd him half so much as I,
Or felt that pain which I did for him once,
Or nourifht him, as I did with

my
Thou wouldst have left thy dearest Heart-blood there) ?
Rather than made that Savage Duke thine Heir,in
And disinherited thine only Son.

Prince. Father, you cannot disinherit me:
If you be King, why should not I succeed?

K. Henry. Pardon me, Margaret; pardon me, sweet Sonį
The Earl of Warwick and the Duke enforc'd me.

Queen

I'll Ateal away

Blood;

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