ING Henry VI.

K Edward you to the King, and Prince of Wales,

Duke of Somerset,
Earl of Northumberland,
Earl of Oxford,

Lords of King Henry's fide.
Earl of Exeter,
Earl of Westmorland,
Lord Clifford,
Earl of Richmond, a Youth, afterwards King Henry VII.
Richard, Duke of York.
Edward, Eldest son to the Duke of York, afterwards King Edward IV.
George, Duke of Clarence, second son to the Duke of York.
Richard, Duke of Gloucester, third Son to the Duke of York, afterwards

King Richard III.
Edmund, Earl of Rutland, youngest Son to the Duke of York.
Duke of Norfolk,
Marquis of Montague,
Earl of Warwick,
Earl of Salisbury,

of the Duke of York's Party.
Earl of Pembroke,
Lord Hastings,
Lord Stafford,
Sir John Mortimer,

Unkles to the Duke of York Í
Sir Hugh Mortimer,
Sir William Stanley, afterwards Earl of Derby,
Lord Rivers, Brother to the Lady Gray,
Sir John Montgomery.
Lieutenant of the Tower.
Mayor of Coventry.
Mayor and Aldermen of York.
Humphry And Sinklo, two Huntsmen.

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Lewis, King of France.
Bourbon, Admiral of France.

ween Margaret.
Bona, sister to the French King.
Ladly Gray, Widow of Sir Richard Gray, afterwards Queen to Éd-

ward Iy.

Soldiers and other Attendants on King Henry, and King Edward.

In Part of the Third Act the SCENE is

laid in France, during all the rest of the
Play in England.

The

Alarum. Enter Duke of York, Edward, Richard,

Norfolk, Mountague, Warwick, and Soldiers.

W A RW I C K.
Wonder how the King escap'd our Hand's?
York. While we purlu'd the Horsemen of

the North,
He Nily stole away, and left his Men:
Whereat the great Lord of Northumberland,

Whose warlike Ears could never brook Re-
Chear'd up the drooping Army, and himself, (trear,
Lord Clifford and Lord Stafford all a breast,
Charg'd our main Battel's Front; and breaking ir,
Were by the Swords of common Soldiers Nain.

Edw. Lord Stafford's Father, Duke of Buckingham,
Is either slain or wounded dangerous.
I cleft his Beaver with a down-right blow:
That this is true, Father, bchold his Blood.

Mount. And, Brother, here's the Earl of Wile fire's Blood;
Whom I encountred as the Bittels join'd.

t'ich. Speak thou for me, and tell them what I did. VOL. IV.

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York. Richard hath best deserv'd of all my Sons : But is your Grace dead, my Lord of Somerset?

Norf. Such hope have all the Line of John of Gaunt.
Rich. Thus do I hope to shake King Henry's Head.

W.ir. And so do I, victorious Prince of York.
Betore I ste thee feated in the Throne,
Wnich now the House of Lancaster usurps,
I vow by Heal'n, these Eyes shall never close.
This is the Palace of the fearful King,
And this the Regal Seat; poffefs it York,
For this is thine, and not King Henry's Heirs.

York. Allist me then, sweet Warwick, and I will;
For hither we have bruken in by force.

Norf. We'll all assist you; he that flies Mall die.

York. Thanks, gentle Norfolk ; stay by me my Lords, And Soldiers ftay and I dge by me this Night. They go up.

Wr. And when the King comes, offer him no violence, Unless he feek to thrust you out by force.

York. The Qreen this day here holds her Parliament, But little thinks we shall be of her Counsel; By Words or Blows here let us win our right.

Rich. Arm'd as we are, let's stay within this House.

Wir. The bloody Pailiament shall this be callid,
Unless Plantagenet, Duke of York, be Kings
And bashful Henry depos’d, whose Cowardite
Hach made us by-words to our Enemies.

York. Then leave me not, my Lords, be resolutes
I mean to take poffeffion of my Right.

War. Neither the King, nor he that loves him best, The proudest He that holds up Lancaster, Dares ftir a Wing, if Warwick make his Bells. P'll plant Plantagenet, root him up who dare: Rcfolve thee Richard, claim the Englis> Crown. Enter King Henry, Clifford, Northumberland, Westmor

land, Exerer, and others. K. Henry. My Lords, lo k where the sturdy Rebel fits, Even in the Chair of Srare; belike he means, Bick'd hy the Power of Warwick, that false Peer, To afpire unto th: Crowr, and Reign as King. Earl of Northumberland, he flew thy Father,

And

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 Sted.

West. What, thall 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 such is he:
He durft not fit there had your Father liv’d.
My gracious Lord, here in the Parliament
Let us assail the Family of York.

Norih. Well halt thou spoken, Cousin be it so.

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

West. But when the Duke is Nain, they'll quickly fly.

K. Henry. Far be 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 fa&ious Duke of York, descend my Throne, 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 my Inheritance, as the Earldom was.
Exe. Thy Father was a Traitor to the Crown.

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

Clif. Whom should he follow, but his natural King?
War. True, Clifford, and that's Richard Duke of York.
K. Henry. And shall I stand, and thou fit in my Thione?
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 shall 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, Wiwick, I remember it to my grief.
And by his Soul, thou and thy Houle shall rue it.

West. Plantagenet, of thce and these thy Sons,
Thy Kinímen, and thy Friends, I'll have more lives
Than drops of Blood were in my Father's Veins.

Clif. Urge it no more, I. It that instead of words
I send thee, Warwick, such a Mcllenger,
As shall revenge his Death, before I fir.

War. Poor Cliffora! how I scorn bis worthless Threats.

Tork. Will you, we lew our Title to the Crown?
If not, our Swords thall plcad it in the Field.
• K. Henry. What Title haft thou, Traitor, to the Crown?
Thy Father was, as thou art, Duke of York,
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 forz'd upon their Towns and Provinces.

War. Talk not of France, fith thou hast lost it all.
K. Henry. The Lord Protecor lost it, and not I;
When I was Crown'd I was but nine Months old.

Rich. You are old enough now,
And yet methinks you lose:
Father, tear the Crown from the Usurper's Hcad.

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

71cunt. Good Brother, As thou lov'it and honourest Arms, Let's fight it out, and not stand cavelling thus.

Riche Sound Drums and Trumpets, and the King will ay.

York. Sons, Peace.
K. Henry. Place thou, and give King Henry leave to speak.

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

K. Henry. Think'st thou that I will leave my Kingly Throne,
Wherein my Grand fire and my Father fat?
No; fuit Mall War unpeople this my Realm;
Ay, ard their Colours often born in France,
Aid cow in Friland, to our Hearts great Sorrow,
Sha!l hemy leiding-heet : Why faint you, Lords?
Mly Titiis good, and better far ihan his.