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my mind.

About relieving of the sentinels :

Bur. Is it even so ? Nay, then, I see, our wars Then how, or which way, should they first break in? Will turn unto a peaceful comiek sport,

Puc. Question, my lords, no further of the case, When ladies crave to be encounter'd with.
How, or which way; 'tis sure, they found some place You may not, my lord, despise her gentle suit.
But weakly guarded, where the breach was made. Tal. Ne'er trust me then; for, when a world of
And now there rests no other shift but this,

men
To gather our soldiers, scatter'd and dispers’d, Could not prevail with all their oratory,
And lay new platforms to endamage them.

Yet hath a woman's kindness over-rul'd:

And therefore tell her, I return great thanks; Alarum. Enter an English Soldier, crying a Tal- And in submission will attend on her.

bot! a Talbot! They fly, leaving their clothes Will not your honours bear me company ? bekind.

Bed. No, truly; it is more than manners will : Sold. I'll be so bold to take what they have left. And I have heard it said, - Unbidden guests The cry of Talbot serves me for a sword;

Are often welcomest when they are gone. For I have loaden me with many spoils,

Tal. Well then, alone, since there's no remedy, Using no other weapon but his name. [Exit. I mean to prove this lady's courtesy.

Come hither, captain. (Whispers.) – You perceive SCENE II. - Orleans. Within the Town.

Capt. I do, my lord ; and mean accordingly. Enter Talbot, BEDFORD, BURGUNDY, a Captain,

(Exeunt. and others. Bed. The day begins to break, and night is filed, SCENE III. Auvergne. Court of the Castle. Whose pitchy mantle over-veil'd the earth. Here sound retreat, and cease our hot pursuit.

Enter the COUNTESS and her Porter. [Retreat sounded.

Count. Porter, remember what I gave in charge ; Td. Bring forth the body of old Salisbury;

And, when you have done so, bring the keys to me. And here advance it in the market-place,

Port. Madam, I will.

(Erit. The middle centre of this cursed town.

Count. The plot is laid: if all things fall out right, Now have I paid my vow unto his soul;

I shall as famous be by this exploit,
For every drop of blood was drawn from him, As Scythian Thomyris by Cyrus' death.
There hath at least five Frenchmen died to-night.

Great is the rumour of this dreadful knight,
And, that hereafter ages may behold

And his achievements of no less account: What ruin happen'd in revenge of him,

Fain would mine eyes be witness with mine ears, Within their chiefest temple I'll erect

To give their censure of these rare reports.
A tomb, wherein his corpse shall be interr'd:
Upon the which, that every one may read,

Enter Messenger and TALBOT.
Shall be engrav'd the sack of Orleans ;

Mess. Madam,
The treacherous manner of his mournful death, According as your ladyship desir'd,
And what a terror he had been to France.

By message crav'd, so is lord Talbot come.
But, lords, in all our bloody massacre,

Count. And he is welcome. What! is this the I muse, we met not with the Dauphin's grace ;

man? His new-come champion, virtuous Joan of Arc; Mess. Madam, it is. Nor any of his false confederates.

Count.

Is this the scourge of France? Bed.' 'Tis thought, lord Talbot, when the fight Is this the Talbot, so much fear'd abroad, began,

That with his name the mothers still their babes ?
Rous'd on the sudden from their drowsy beds, I see, report is fabulous and false :
They did, amongst the troops of armed men, I thought, I should have seen some Hercules,
Leap o'er the walls for refuge in the field.

A second Hector, for his grim aspect,
Bur. Myself (as far as I could well discern, And large proportion of his strong-knit limbs.
For smoke, and dusky vapours of the night) Alas! this is a child, a silly dwarf:
Am sure, í scar'd the Dauphin, and bis trull; It cannot be, this weak and writhled shrimp
When arm in arm they both came swiftly running, Should strike such terror to his enemies.
Like to a pair of loving turtle doves,

Tal. Madam, I have been bold to trouble you : That could not live asunder day or night.

But, since your ladyship is not at leisure, After that things are set in order here,

I'll sort some other time to visit you. We'll follow them with all the power we have. Count. What means he now ? - Go ask him,

whither he goes. Enter a Messenger.

Mess. Stay, my lord Talbot; for my lady craves Mess. All hail, my lords ! which of this princely To know the cause of your abrupt departure. train

Tal. Marry, for that she's in a wrong belief,
Call ye the warlike Talbot, for his acts

I go to certify her, Talbot's here.
So much applauded through the realm of France ?
Tal. Here is the Talbot ; who would speak with

Re-enter Porter, with keys.
kim?

Count. If thou be he, then art thou prisoner
Mess. The virtuous lady, countess of Auvergne, Tal. Prisoner! to whom ?
With modesty admiring thy renown,

Count.

To me, blood-thirsty lord;
By me entreats, good lord, thou wouldst vouchisafe And for that cause I train'd thee to my house.
To visit her poor castle where she lies ;

Long time thy shadow hath been thrall to me,
That she may boast, she hath beheld the man For in my gallery thy picture hangs :
Whose glory fills the world with loud reporte But now the substance shall endure the like;

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And I will chain these legs and arms of thine, Between two blades, which bears the better temper, That hast by tyranny, these many years,

Between two horses, which doth bear him best, Wasted our country, slain our citizens,

Between two girls, which hath the merriest eye, And sent our sons and husbands captivate.

I have, perhaps, some shallow spirit of judgments Tal. Ha, ha, ha!

But in these nice sharp quillets of the law, Count. Laughest thou, wretch ? thy mirth shall Good faith, I am no wiser than a daw. turn to moan.

Plan. Tut, tut, here is a mannerly forbearance: Tal. I laugh to see your ladyship so fond, The truth appears so naked on my side, To think that you have aught but Talbot's shadow, That any purblind eye may find it out. Whereon to practice your severity.

Som. And on my side it is so well apparell'd, Count. Why, art not thou the man ?

So clear, so shining, and so evident, Tal.

I am indeed. That it will glimmer through a blind man's eye. Count. Then have I substance too.

Plan. Since you are tongue-ty'd, and sp loath to Tal. No, no, I am but shadow of myself:

speak, You are deceiv'd, my substance is not here; In dumb significants proclaim your thoughts : For what you see, is but the smallest part

Let him, that is a true-born gentleman, And least proportion of humanity :

And stands upon the honour of his birth, I tell you, madam, were the whole frame here, If he suppose that I have pleaded truth, It is of such a spacious lofty pitch,

From off this brier pluck a white rose with me. Your roof were not sufficient to contain it.

Som. Let him that is no coward, nor no flatteret, Count. This is a riddling merchant for the nonce; But dare maintain the party of the truth, He will be here, and yet he is not here:

Pluck a red rose from off this thorn with me. How can these contrarieties agree?

War. I love no colours; and, without all colour Tal. That will I show you presently.

Of base insinuating flattery, He winds a Horn. Drums heard ; then a Peal of

I pluck this white rose, with Plantagenet. Ordnance. The Gates being forced, enter Soldiers

. And say withal, I think he held the right

Suf. I pluck this red rose, with young Somerset ; How say you, madam? are you now persuaded, Ver. Stay, lords, and gentlemen; and pluck no That Talbot is but shadow of himself?

more,
These are his substance, sinews, arms, and strength, Till you conclude that he, upon whose side
With which he yoketh your rebellious necks; The fewest roses are cropp'd from the tree,
Razeth your cities, and subverts your towns, Shall yield the other in the right opinion.
And in a moment makes them desolate.

Som. Good master Vernon, it is well objected;
Count. Victorious Talbot ! pardon my abuse: If I have fewest, I subscribe in silence.
I find thou art no less than fame hath bruited,

Plan. And I. And more than may be gather'd by thy shape. Ver. Then, for the truth and plainness of the Let my presumption not provoke thy wrath;

case, For I am sorry, that with reverence

I pluck this pale and maiden blossom here, I did not entertain thee as thou art.

Giving my verdict on the white rose side. Tab. Be not dismay'd, fair lady; nor misconstrue Som. Prick not your finger as you pluck it off ; The mind of Talbot, as you did mistake

Lest, bleeding, you do paint the white rose red, The outward composition of his body.

And fall on my side so against your will

. What you have done, hath not offended me :

Ver. If I, my lord, for my opinion bleed, No other satisfaction do I crave,

Opinion shall be surgeon to my hurt, But only (with your patience,) that we may And keep me on the side where still I am. Taste of your wine, and see what cates you have; Som. Well, well, come on ; Who else? For soldiers' stomachs always serve them well. Law. Unless my study and my books be false,

Count. With all my heart; and think me honoured The argument you beld, was wrong in you; To feast so great a warrior in my house. (Exeunt.

In sign whereof, I pluck a white rose too. SCENE IV. London. The Temple Garden. Plan. Now, Somerset, where is your argument? Enter the Earls of Somerset, Suffolk, and War- Shall die your white rose in a bloody red.

Som. Here, in my scabbard ; meditating that, WICK; RICHARD PLANTAGENET, VERNON, and another Lawyer.

Plan. Mean time, your cheeks do counterfeit our

roses ; Plan. Great lords, and gentlemen, what means For pale they look with fear, as witnessing this silence ?

The truth on our side. Dare no man answer in a case of truth?

Som.

No, Plantagenet, Suf. Within the Temple hall we were too loud; 'Tis not for fear ; but anger, - that thy clieeks The garden here is more convenient,

Blush for pure shame, to counterfeit our roses ; Plan. Then say at once, If I maintain'd the truth; And yet thy tongue will not confess thy error: Or, else, was wrangling Somerset in the error ? Plan. Hath not thy rose a canker, Somerset ?

Suf. 'Faith, I have been a truant in the law; Som. Hath not thy rose a thorn, Plantagenet? And never yet could frame my will to it ;

Plan. Ay, sharp and piercing, to maintain his And, therefore, frame the law unto my will. Som. Judge you, my lord of Warwick, then bon Whiles thy consuming canker eats his falsehood tween us.

Sớm. Well, I'll find friends to wear my bleeding War. Between two hawks, which flies the higher

roses, pitch,

That shall maintain what I have said is true, Between two dogs, which hath the deeper mouth, Where false Plantagenet dare not be seen,

(TO SOMERSET.

come :

Plan. Now, by this maiden blossom in my hand, Let dying Mortimer here rest himself. I seorn thee and thy fashion, peevish boy.

Even like a man new haled from the rack, Suf. Turn not thy scorns this way, Plantagenet. So fare my limbs with long imprisonment : Plan. Proud Poole, I will ; and scorn both him And these grey locks, the pursuivants of death, and thee,

Nestor-like

aged, in an age of care, Suf. I'll turn my part thereof into thy throat. Argue the end of Edmund Mortimer. Son. Away, away, good William De-la-Poole! These eyes, - like lamps whose wasting oil is We grace the yeoman, by conversing with him.

spent, Wer. Now, by God's will, thou wrong'st him, Wax dim, as drawing to their exigent : Somerset;

Weak shoulders, overborne with burd’ning grief;
His grandfather was Lionel, duke of Clarence, And pithless arms, like to a wither'd vine
Third son to the third Edward king of England ; That droops his sapless branches to the ground:
Spring crestless yeomen from so deep a root ? Yet are these feet whose strengthless stay is numb,
Plazh

. He bears him on the place's privilege, Unable to support this lump of clay,
Or durst not, for his craven heart, say thus. Swift-winged with desire to get a grave,
Som. By him that made me, I'll maintain my words As witting I no other comfort have.
On any plot of ground in Christendom:

But tell me, keeper, will my nephew come ?
Was not thy father, Richard, earl of Cambridge, 1 Keep. Richard Plantagenet, my lord, will
For treason executed in our late king's days?
And, by his treason, stand'st not thou attainted, We sent unto the Temple, to his chamber ;
Corrupted, and exempt from ancient gentry? And answer was return'd, that he will come.
His trespass yet lives guilty in thy blood;

Mor. Enough ; my soul shall then be satisfied. And, till thou be restor'd, thou art a yeoman. Poor gentleman ! his wrong doth equal mine.

Plan. My father was attached, not attainted ; Since Henry Monmouth first began to reign,
Condemn'd to die for treason, but no traitor; (Before whose glory I was great in arms,)
And that I'll prove on better men than Somerset, This loathsome sequestration have I had ;
Were growing time once ripen'd to my will. And even since then hath Richard been obscur'd,
For your partaker Poole, and you yourself, Depriv'd of honour and inheritance :
I'll note you in my book of memory,

But now, the arbitrator of despairs,
To scourge you for this apprehension :

Just death, kind umpire of men's miseries,
Look to it well; and say you are well warn'd. With sweet enlargement doth dismiss me hence ;

Som. Ay, thou shalt find us ready for thee still : I would, his troubles likewise were expir'd,
And know us, by these colours, for thy foes ; That so he might recover what was lost.
For these my friends, in spite of thee, shall wear.
Plan. And, by my soul, this pale and angry rose,

Enter RICHARD PLANTAGENET.
As cognizance of my blood-drinking hate,

1 Keep. My lord, your loving nephew now is Will I for ever, and my faction, wear ; Until it wither with me to my grave,

Mor. Richard Plantagenet, my friend? Is he Or flourish to the height of my degree.

come? Suf. Go forward, and be chok'd with thy ambition ! Plan. Ay, noble uncle, thus ignobly usid, And so farewell, until I meet thee next. (Exit. Your nephew, late-despised Richard, comes. Som. Hare with thee, Poole. - Farewell, ambi- Mor. Direct mine arms, I may embrace his neck, tious Richard.

(Exit. And in his bosom spend my latter gasp : Pien. How I am bray'd, and must perforce en

O, tell me, when my lips do touch his cheeks, dure it!

That I may kindly give one fainting kiss. War. This blot, that they object against your house, And now declare, sweet stem from York's great Shall be wip'd out in the next parliament,

stock, Callid for the truce of Winchester and Gloster : Why didst thou say of late thou wert despis'd ? And, if thou be not then created York,

Plan. First, lean thine aged back against mine I will not live to be accounted Warwick,

arm; Mean time, in signal of my love to thee,

And, in that ease, I'll tell thee my disease.
Against proud Somerset, and William Poole, This day, in argument upon a case,
Will I upon thy party wear this rose :

Some words there grew 'twixt Somerset and me : And here I prophecy, - This brawl to-day,

Among which terms, he used his lavish tongue, Grown to this faction, in the Temple garden,

And did upbraid me with my father's death;
Shall send, between the red rose and the white, Which obloquy set bars before my tongue,
A thousands souls to death and deadly night.

Else with the like I had requited him :
Plan. Good master Vernon, I am bound to you, Therefore, good uncle, - for my father's sake,
That you on my behalf would pluck a flower. In honour of a true Plantagenet,
Per. In your behalf still will I wear the same.

And for alliance' sake, declare the cause
Law. And so will I.

My father, earl of Cambridge, lost his head. Plan. Thanks, gentle sir,

Mor. That cause, fair nephew, that imprison'd me, Come, let us four to dinner: I dare say,

And hath detain'd me, all my flow'ring youth, This quarrel will drink blood another day. (Exeunt. Within a loathsome dungeon, there to pine,

Was cursed instrument of his decease. SCENE V. The same. A Room in the Tower. Plan. Discover more at large what cause that was;

For I am ignorant, and cannot guess. Enter MORTIMER, brought in a chair by Two

Mor. I will; if that my fading breath permit, Keepers.

And death approach not ere my tale be done. Mor. Kind keepers of my weak decaying age, Henry the fourth, grandfather to this king,

come.

Depos'd his néphew Richard; Edward's son, But yet, methinks, my father's execution
The first-begotten; and the lawful heir

Was nothing less than bloody tyranny.
Of Edward King, the third of that descent :

Mor. With silence, nephew, be thou politick; During whose reign, the Percies of the north, Strong-fixed is the house of Lancaster, Finding his usurpation most unjust,

And, like a mountain, not to be remov'd. Endeavour'd my advancement to the throne : But now thy uncle is removing hence; The reason mov'd these warlike lords to this, As princes do their courts, when they are cloy'd Was — for that (young king Richard thus remov'd, With long continuance in a settled place. Leaving no heir begotten of his body,)

Plan. O, uncle, would some part of my young I was the next by birth and parentage ;

years, For by my mother I derived am

Might but redeem the passage of your age ! From Lionel duke of Clarence, the third son · Mor. Thou dost then wrong me; as the slaught'rer To king Edward the third, whereas he,

doth, From John of Gaunt doth bring lis pedigree, Which giveth many wounds, when one will kill. Being but fourth of that heroick line.

Mourn not, except thou sorrow for my good;
But mark; as, in this haughty great attempt, Only, give order for my funeral ;
They laboured to plant the rightful heir,

And so farewell ; and fair be all thy hopes !
I lost my liberty, and they their lives.

And prosperous be thy life, in peace, and war! Long after this, when Henry the fifth,

(Dics. Succeeding his father Bolingbroke, -did reign, Plan. And peace, no war, befal thy parting soul! Thy father, earl of Cambridge, then deriv'd In prison hast thou spent a pilgrimage, From famous Edmund Langley, duke of York, - And like a hermit overpass'd thy days. — Marrying my sister, that thy mother was,

Well, I will lock his counsel in my breast; Again, in pity of my hard distress,

And what I do imagine, let that rest. — Levied an army; weening to redeem,

Keepers, convey him hence: and I myself And have install'd me in the diadem :

Will see his burial better than his life. But, as the rest, so fell that noble earl,

(Exeunt Keepers, bearing out MORTIMER. And was beheaded. Thus the Mortimers,

Here dies the dusky torch of Mortimer, In whom the title rested, were suppress'd.

Chok'd with ambition of the meaner sort: Plan. Of which, my lord, your honour is the And, for those wrongs, those bitter injuries, last.

Which Somerset hath offer'd to my house, -
Mor. True; and thou seest, that I no issue have; I doubt not, but with honour to redress :
And that my fainting words do warrant death: And therefore haste I to the parliament ;
Thou art my heir ; the rest, I wish thee gather; Either to be restored to my blood,
And yet be wary in thy studious care.

Or make my ill the advantage of my good. (Esit

. Plan. Thy grave admonishments prevail with me:

ACT III.

SCENE I. -The same. The Parliament-House. And for thy treachery, What's more manifest?

In that thou laid'st a trap to take my life, Flourish. Enter King HENRY, EXETER, GLOSTER, As well at London bridge, as at the Tower? WARWICK, SOMERSET, and SUFFOLK ; the Bishop Beside, I fear me, if thy thoughts were sifted, of WINCHESTER, RICHARD PLANTAGENET, and The king, thy sovereign, is not quite exempt others. Gloster offers to put up a bill ; Win. From envious malice of thy swelling heart. CHESTER snatches it, and tears it.

Win. Gloster, I do defy thee. - Lords, FouchWin. Com'st thou with deep premeditated lines,

safe With written pamphlets studiously devis’d,

To give me hearing what I shall reply. Humphrey of Gloster ? if thou canst accuse, If I were covetous, ambitious, or perverse, Or aught intend'st to lay unto my charge,

As he will have me, How am I so poor? Do it without invention suddenly ;

Or how haps it, I seek not to advance As I with sudden and extemporal speech

Or raise myself

, but keep my wonted calling? Purpose to answer what thou canst object.

And for dissention, Who preferreth peace Glo. Presumptuous priest ! this place commands More than I do, — except'I be provoked? my patience,

No, my good lords, it is not that offends; Or thou should'st find thou hast dishonour'd me. It is not that, that hath incens'd the duke : Think not, although in writing I preferr'd

It is, because no one should sway but he; The manner of thy vile outrageous crimes,

No one, but he, should be about the king; That therefore I have forg'd, or am not able And that engenders thunder in his breast, Verbatim to rehearse the method of my pen : And makes him roar these accusations forth. No, prelate ; such is thy audacious wickedness,

But he shall know, I am as good Thy lewd, pestiferous, and dissentious pranks,

Glo. As very infants prattle of thy pride.

Thou bastard of my grandfather!Thou art a most pernicious usurer ;

Win. Ay, lordly' sir; For what are you, I pray, Froward by nature, enemy to peace ;

But one imperious in another's throne ? Lascivious, wanton, more than well beseems

Glo. Am I not the protector, saucy priest? A man of thy profession, and degree;

Win. And am I not a prelate of the church?

As good?

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War.

Glo. Yes, as an outlaw in a castle keeps,

2 Serv. Ay, and the very parings of our nails And useth it to patronage his theft.

Shall pitch a field, when we are dead.
Wir. Unreverent Gloster !

(Skirmish again.
Glo.
Thou art reverent, Glo.

Stay, stay, I say !
Touching thy spiritual function, not thy life. And, if you love me, as you say you do,
Win. This Rome shall remedy.

Let me persuade you to forbear a while.
War.

Roam thither then. K. Hen. O, how this discord doth afflict my
Som. My lord, it were your duty to forbear.

soul! -
War. Ay, see the bishop be not overborne. Can you, my lord of Winchester, behold
Som. Methinks, my lord should be religious, My sighs and tears, and will not once relent?
And know the office that belongs to such.

Who should be pitiful, if you be not ?
War. Methinks, his lordship should be humbler; Or who should study to prefer a peace,
It fitteth not a prelate so to plead. i

If holy churchmen take delight in broils ?
Som. Yes, when his holy state is touch'd so near. War. My lord protector, yield; — yield, Win-
War. State holy, or unhallow'd, what of that?

chester ; Is not his grace protector to the king ?

Except you mean, with obstinate repulse, Plar. Plantagenet, I see, must hold his tongue ; To slay your sovereign, and destroy the realm. Lest it be said, Speak, sirrah, when you should ; You see what mischief, and what murder too, Must your bold verdict enter talk with lords? Hath been enacted through your enmity; Else would I have a fling at Winchester '[Aside. Then be at peace, except ye thirst for blood.

K. Hen. Uncles of Gloster, and of Winchester, Win. He shall submit, or I will never yield. The special watchmen of our English weal ;

Glo. Compassion on the king commands me I would prevail, if prayers might prevail,

stoop; To join your hearts in love and amity.

Or, I would see his heart out, ere the priest 0, what a scandal is it to our crown,

Should ever get that privilege of me. That two such noble peers as ye, should jar! War. Behold, my lord of Winchester, the duke Believe me, lords, my tender years can tell, Hath banish’d moody discontented fury, Civil dissention is a viperous worm,

As by his smoothed brows it doth appear : That gnaws the bowels of the commonwealth. Why look you still so stern, and tragical ?

(A noise within ; Down with the tawny coats ! Glo. Here, Winchester, I offer thee my hand. What tumult's this?

K. Hen. Fye, uncle Beaufort! I have heard you An uproar, I dare warrant,

preach, Begun through malice of the bishop's men. That malice was a great and grievous sin : [A noise again ; Stones! Stones! And will not you maintain the thing you teach,

But prove a chief offender in the same ?
Enter the Mayor of London, attended.

War. Sweet king! - the bishop hath a kindly May. O, my good lords, -and virtuous Henry,

gird. Pity the city of London, pity us !

For shame, my lord of Winchester! relent; The bishop and the duke of Gloster's men,

What, shall a child instruct you what to do? Forbidden late to carry any weapon,

Win. Well, duke of Gloster, I will yield to thee; Have fill'd their pockets full of pebble-stones ; Love for thy love, and hand for hand I give. And banding themselves in contráry parts,

Glo. Aye; but, I fear me, with a hollow heart. Do pelt so fast at one another's pate,

See here, my friends, and loving countrymen ; That many have their giddy brains knock'd out: This token serveth for a flag of truce, Our windows are broke down in every street, Betwixt ourselves, and all our followers : And we, for fear, compell’d to shut our shops. So help me God, as I dissemble not!

Win. So help me God, as I intend it not ! Enter, skirmishing, the Retainers of GLOSTER and

Aside. WINCHESTER, with bloody pates.

K. Hen. O loving uncle, kind duke of Gloster, K. Hen. We charge you, on allegiance to our- How joyful am I made by this contráct ! self,

Away, my masters ! trouble us no more ; To hold your slaught'ring hands, and keep the But join in friendship, as your lords have done. peace.

1 Serv. Content ; I'll to the surgeon's. Pray, uncle Gloster, mitigate this strife.

2 Serv.

And so will I. 1 Serr. Nay, if we be

3 Serv. And I will see what physick the tavern Forbidden stones, we'll fall to it with our teeth.

affords. [Exeunt Servants, Mayor, fc. 2 Serv. Do what ye dare, we are as resolute. War. Accept this scroll, most gracious sove

(Skirmish again.

reign; Glo. You of my household, leave this peevish Which in the right of Richard Plantagenet broil,

We do exhibit to your majesty. And set this unaccustom'd fight aside.

Glo. Well urg'd, my lord of Warwick; - for, 1 Sere. My lord, we know your grace to be a

sweet prince, man

An if your grace mark every circumstance, Just and upright; and, for your royal birth, You have great reason to do Richard right: Inferior to none, but his majesty :

Especially, for those occasions And, ere that we will suffer such a prince,

At Eltham-place I told your majesty. So kind a father of the commonweal,

K. Hen. And those occasions, uncle, were of To be disgraced by an inkhorn mate,

force : We, and our wives, and children, all will fight, Therefore, my loving lords, our pleasure is, And have our bodies slaughter'd by thy foes.

That Richard be restored to his blood.

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