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Clif. Urge it no more; lest that, instead of words, I send thee, 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 show our title to the crown? If not, our swords shall plead it in the field.
K. Hen. What title hast 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 seiz'd upon their towns and provinces.
War. Talk not of France, sith thou hast lost it all.
K. Hen. 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, and yet, methinks
Edw. Sweet father, do so; set it on your head.
and honour'st arms, Let's fight it out, and not stand cavilling thus. Rich. Sound drums and trumpets, and the king
will fly. York. Sons, peace! K. Hen. Peace thou! and give king Henry leave
to speak. War. Plantagenet shall speak first :-hear him,
And now in England, to our heart's great sorrow, Shall be my winding sheet.-Why faint you, lords? My title's good, and better far than his.
War. But prove it, Henry, and thou shalt be king. K. Hen. Henry the fourth by conquest got the York. 'Twas by rebellion against his king.
K. Hen. I know not what to say; my title's weak. Tell me, may not a king adopt an heir?
York. What theu ?
K. Hen. An if he may, then am I lawful king :
York. He rose against him, being his sovereigu,
War. Suppose, my lords, he did it uncoustrain'd,. Think you, 'twere prejudicial to his crown?
Exe. No; for he could not so resign his crown, But that the next heir should succeed and reign.
K. Hen. Art thou against us, duke of Exeter? Exe. His is the right, and therefore pardop me. York. Why whisper you, my lords, and answer
not? Exe. My conscience tells me he is lawful king. K. Hen. All will revolt from me, and turn to bim.
North. Plantagenet, for all the claim thou lay'st, Think not, that Henry shall be so depos'd.
War. Depos'd he shall be, in despite of all.
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,
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 sits, Write up his title with usurping blood.
He stamps, and the Soldiers show themselves. K. Hen. My lord of Warwick, hear me but one
word ; Let me, for this my life-time, reign as king. : York. Confirm the crown to me, and to mine
heirs, And thou shalt reign in quiet, while thou liv'st.
K. Hen. I am content: Richard Plantagenet, Enjoy the kingdom after my decease. Clif. 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 hast thou injur'd both thyself and us? West. I cannot stay to hear these articles. North. Nor I. Clif. Come, cousin, let us tell the queen these
West. Farewell, faint-hearted and degenerate king, In whose cold 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'st thou be overcome! Or live in peace, abandon'd, and despis'd !
[Exeunt Northumberland, Clifford, and
Westmoreland. War. Turn this way, Henry, and regard them not.
Exe. They seek revenge, and therefore will not
[Coming from the throne. War. Long live king Henry !--Plantagenet, em
brace him. K. Hen. And long live thou, and these thy for
ward sons ! York. Now York and Lancaster are reconcild. Exe. Accurs'd be he, that seeks to make them
foes! [Senet. The Lords come forward. York. Farewell, my gracious lord ; l'il to my
[Exeunt York and his Sons, Warwick,
Norfolk, Montague, Soldiers, and
Exe. Here comes the queen, whose looks bewray
her ånger : I'll steal away.
K. Hen. Exeter, so will I.
[Going. Q. Mar. Nay, go not from me, I will follow thee. K. Hen. Be patient, gentle queen, and I will stay.
Q. Mar. Who can be patient in such extremes? Ah, wretched man! 'would I had died a maid, And never seen thee, never borne thee son, Seeing thou hast prov'd so unnatural a father! Hath he deserv'd to lose his birthright thus? Hadst thou but lov'd him half so well as I; Or felt that pain, which I did for him once; Or nourish'd bin, as I did with my blood; Thou wouldst have left thy dearest heart-blood there, Rather than made that savage duke thine heir, And disinherited thine only son.
Prince. Father, you cannot disinherit me: If
you be king, why should not I succeed? K. Hen. Pardon me, Margaret ;-pardon me,
sweet son ; The earl of Warwick, and the duke, enforc'd me. Q. Mar. Enforc'd thee! art thou king, and wilt be
forcod? I shame to hear thee speak. Ah, timorous wretch! Thou hast undone thyself, thy son, and me; And given unto the house of York such head, As thou shalt reign but by their sufferance. To entail him and his heirs unto the crown, What is it but to make thy sepulchre, And creep into it far before thy time? Warwick is chancellor, and the lord of Calais ; Stern Falconbridge commands the narrow seas; The duke is made protector of the realm ; And yet shalt thou be safe? such safety finds The trembling lamb, environed with wolves. Had I been there, which am a silly woman, The soldiers should have toss'd me on their pikes, Before I would have granted to that act. But thou preferr'st thy life before thine honou