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Enter King Henry, Clifford, Northumberland, Westmor.
land, Exeter, and others.
North. If I be not, Heav'ns be reveng'd on me.
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:
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.
War. Exeter thou art a Traitor to the Crown,
Clif. whom should he follow, but his natural King?
York. It must and shall be so, content thy self.
West. He is both King and Duke of Lancaster,
War. And Warwick fhall disprove it. You forget, That we are those which chas'd you from the Field, And New
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,
Clif. Urge it no more, left that instead of Words
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;
Edw. Sweet Father do so, set it on your Head.
Mount. Good Brother,
Rich, Sound Drums and Trumpets, and the King will
War. Plantagenet shall speak first: Hear bim Lords,
K. Henry. Think'st thou that I will leave myKingly Throne,
War. But prove it, Henry, and thou shalt be King.
K. Henry. I know not what to say, my Title's weak;
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,
X. Henry, Art thou against us, Duke of Exeter?
North. Plantagenet, for all the Claim thou lay'ft,
War. Depos'd he hall be, in despite of all,
North. Thou art deceiv'd:
Clif. King Henry, be thy Title right or wrong,
War. Do right unto this Princely Duke of York,
[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,
. What wrong is this unto the Prince, your Son?
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.
But be it as it may; I here entail
York. This Oath I willingly take, and will perform?
Sonet. Here they come down.
Enter the Queen, and the Prince of Wales.
Queen. Who can be patient in such Extreams?
Prince. Father, you cannot disinherit me:
K. Henry. Pardon me, Margaret; pardon me, sweet Sonį
I'll Ateal away