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King Henry the Sixth:
EDWARD, prince of Wales, his son.
LEWIS XI. king of France.
Duke of Somerset,
Duke of Exeter,
Earl of Oxford,

lords on king Henry's
Earl of Northumberland, side.
Earl of Westmoreland,
Lord CLIFFORD,
RICHARD PLANTAGENET, duke of York:
EDWARD, earl of March, afterwards

king Edward IV. EDMUND, earl of Rutland,

his sons.
GEORGE, afterwards duke of Clarence,
RICHARD, afterwards duke of Glocester,
Duke of Norfolk,
Marquis of Montague,
Earl of Warwick, of the duke of York's
Earl of Pembroke,

party.
Lord HASTINGS,
Lord STAFFORD,
Sir JOHN MORTIMER,

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uncles to the duke of Sir Hugh MORTIMER, York. HENRY, earl of Richmond, a youth. Lord RIVERS, brother to lady Grey. Sir Wil

LIAM STANLEY. Sir JOHN MONTGOMERY. Sir JOHN SOMERVILLE. Tutor to Rutland. Mayor of York. Lieutenant of the Tower. A Nobleman. Two Keepers. A Huntsman. A Son that has killed his father. A Father that has

killed his son. Queen MARGARET. Lady GREY, afterwards queen to Edward IV. BONA, sister to the French queen. Soldiers, and other Attendants on king Henry and

king Edward, Messengers, Watchmen, &c. Scene,-during part of the third act, in France ;

during all the rest of the play, in England.

KING HENRY VI.

PART III.

ACT I.

SCENE I.-London. The Parliament-House. Drums. Some Soldiers of YORK's party break in.

Then, enter the Duke of YORK, EDWARD,
RICHARD, Norfolk, Montague, Warwick, and
Others, with white roses in their hats.
War. I wonder, how the king escap'd our hands.

York. While we pursu'd the horsemen of the north,
He slily stole away, and left his nen:
Whereat the great lord of Northumberland,
Whose warlike ears could never brook retreat,
Cheer'd up the drooping army; and himself,
Lord Clifford, and lord Stafford, all a-breast,
Charg'd our main battle's front, and, breaking in,
Were by the swords of common soldiers slain.

Edw. Lord Stafford's father, duke of Buckingham, Is either slain, or wounded dangerous: I cleft his beaver with a downright blow; That this is true, father, behold his blood.

[Showing his bloody sword.

dead,

Mont. And, brother, here's the earl of Wiltshire's blood,

[To York, showing his. Whom I encounter'd as the battles join'd. Rich. Speak thou for me, and tell them what I did.

[Throwing down the duke of Somerset's

head. York. Richard hath best deserv'd of all my sons.What, is your grace 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.

War. And so do I.--Victorious prince of York, Before I see thee seated in that throne Which now the house of Lancaster usurps, I vow by heaven, these eyes shall never close. This is the palace of the fearful king, And this the regal seat: possess it York: For this is thine, and not king Henry's heir's.

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

Norf. We'll all assist you ; be, that flies, shall die.
York. Thanks, gentle Norfolk,--Stay by me, my

lords; And, soldiers, stay, and lodge by me this night. War. And, when the king comes, offer him no

violence, Unless he seek to thrust you out by force.

[They retire. York. The queen, this day, here holds her parlia

ment, But little thinks we shall be of her council : By words, or blows, here let us win our right.

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

War. The bloody parliament shall this be call’d, Unless Plantagenet, duke of York, be king; And bashful Henry depos’d, whose cowardice Hath made us by-words to our enemies.

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York. Then leave me not, my lords; be resolute; I mean to take possession of my right.

War. Neither the king, nor he that loves him best, The proudest he that holds up Lancaster, Dares stir a wing, if Warwick shake his bells. I'll plant Plantagenet, root him up who dares : Resolve thee, Richard; claim the English crown.

[Warwick leads York to the throne, who

seats himself Flourish. Enter King HENRY, CLIFFORD,

Northumberland, Westmoreland, Exeter, and
Others, with red roses in their hats.
K. Hen. My lords, look where the sturdy rebel

sits, 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 reigo as king.– Earl of Northumberland, he slew thy father ; And thine, lord Clifford; and you both have vow'd

revenge
On him, his sons, his favourites, and his friends.

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

steel.
West. What, shall we suffer this? let's pluck him

down: My heart for anger burns, I cannot brook it. K. Hen. Be patient, gentle earl of Westmoreland.

Clif. Patience is for poltroons, and such as he ; He durst not sit there, had your father liv’d. My gracious lord, here in the parliament Let us assail the family of York.

North. Well hast thou spoken, cousin ; be it so.

K. Hen. Ah, know you not, the city favours them, And they have troops of soldiers at their beck?

VOL. V.

Exe. But, when the duke is slain, they'll quickly

fly. K. Hen. 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.

[They advance to the Duke.
Thou factious duke of York, descend my throne,
And kneel for grace and mercy at my feet;
I am thy sovereign.

York. Thou art deceiv'd, I am thine.
Exe. For shame, come down; he made thee duke

of York. York. 'Twas 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. Hen. And shall I stand, and thou sit in my

throne? York. It must and shall be so. Content thyself. War. Be duke of Lancaster, let him be king.

West. He is both king and duke of Lancaster; And that the lord of Westmoreland shall maintain,

War. And Warwick shall disprove it. You forget, That we are those which chas'd you from the field, And slew 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 bouse shall rue it.

West. Plantagenet, 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.

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