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King Henry VI.
King Edward IV.
Earl of Warwick, of the Duke of York's
Sir John Mortimer, - Sir Hugh Mortimer, Uncles to the Duke of York.
Henry, Earl of Richmond, a Youth.
Lord Rivers, Brother to Lady Grey. Sir William Stanley. Sir John Montgomery. Sir John Somerville. Tutor to Rutland., Mayor of York. Lieutenant of the Tower. A Mobleman. Two Keepers A Huntsman. A Son that has killed his Father. A Father that has killed his Son.
Soldiers, and other Attendants on King Henry and King Edward, Messengers, Watchmen, Ä
SCENE, during Part of the Third Act, in France; during all the rest of the Play, in England.
Drums. Some Soldiers of YoRk's Party break in.
War. I woNDER how the king escap'd our hands.
York. While we pursu'd the horsemen of the nortl,
Edw. Lord Stafford's father, duke of Buckinghain,
Mont. And, brother, here's the earl of Wiltshire's blood, 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 dead, my lord of Somerset ? Ä 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, WorkFor this is thine, and not king Henry's heirs. York. Assist me then, sweet Warwick, and I will; For hither we have broken in by force. Norf. We'll all assist you; he, that flies, shall die. York. Ä. gentle Norfolk,–Stay by me, my ords;– And, soldiers, stay, and lodge by me this night. War. And, when the kingcomes, offerhim no violence, Unless he seek to thrustyou out by force. [They retire. York. The queen, this day, here holds her parliament, But little thinks, we shall be of her Ä 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. 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. EnterKING HENRY, CLIFFoRD, NoRTHUMBER LAND, WEsTMoRELAND, ExETER, and others, with red Roses in their Huts.
K. Hen. Mylords, look where the sturdy rebel sits,
War. True, Clifford; and that's Richard, duke of York. K. Hen. And shall Istand, and thou sit in mythrone? 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 house shall rueit. 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. Cliff. 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 Iscornhis 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: an the son of Henry the fifth, Who made the dauphin and the French to stoop, And seiz'd upon their towns and provinces. War. Ä 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 you lose:– Father, tear the crown from the usurper's head. Edw. Sweet father, do so; set it on your head. Mont. Good brother, [To York] as thou lov'st and honour'st arms, Let's fight it out, and not stand cavilling thus: [fly. Rich Sound drums and trumpets, and the king will York. Sons, peace! [speak. K. Hen. Peace thou! and give king Henry leave te