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King Henry VI.
Edward, Prince of Wales, his Son
Lewis XI. King of France: 15!!!! Art
Duke of Somerset
Duke of Exeter,
Earl of Oxford,

Lords on King Henry's side.
Earl of Northumberland,
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 Gloster,
Duke of Norfolk,
Maropis of Montague,
Barl of Warwick,
Earl of Pembroke,

of the Duke of York's Party.
Lord Hastings,
Lord Stafford,

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SCENE:-During Part of the Third Act, in France ; during all the rest of the Play, in England.

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SCENE I. LONDON. THE PARLIAMENT-HOUSE. York. Richard hath 'best deserv'd of all my Drums. Some Soldiers of York's party break

in. Then, enter the Duke of York, Edward, What, is your grace dead, my lord of Somerset? Richard, Norfolk, Montague, Warwick, and Norf. Such hopo have all the line of John of others, with white roses in their hats. [hands.

Gaunt !

[head. War. I WONDER how the king escap'd our Rich. Thus do I hope to shake king Henry's

York. While we pursu'd the horsemen of the War. And so do I...Victorious prince of York, He slily stole away, and left his men : [north, Before I see thee seated in that throne Whereat the great lord of Northumberland, Which now the house of Lancaster usurps, Whose warlike ears could never brook retreat, I vow. by beaven, these eyes shall never close. Cheer'd up the drooping army: and himself, This is the palace of the fearful king, Lord Clifford, and Lord Stafford, all abreast, And this the regal seat: possess it, York: Charg'd our main battle's front, and, breaking in, For this is thine, and not king Henry's heirs. Were by the swords of common soldiers slain. York. Assist me then, sweet Warwick, and I Edw. Lord Stafford's father, duke of Bucking- For hither we have broken in by force.

[will; Is either slain, or wounded dangerous : [ham,

Norf. We'll all assist you; he, that flies shall dic. I cleft his beaver with a downright blow;

York. Thanks, gentle Norfolk.–Stay by me, That this is true, father, behold his blood.


lords [showing his bloody sword. And, soldiers, stay, and lodge by me this night. Mont. And, brother, here's the earl of Wilt. War. And, when the king comes, offer bim no

shire's blood, [to York, showing his. Unless be seek to thrust you out by force. (violence, Wboin I encounter'd as the battle join'd. [I did.

[they retire. Hich. Speak thou for me, and tell them what York. The queen, this day, here Lolds bar

(throwing down the Duke of Somerset's head. parliadient,

But little thinks, we shall be of her council : West. He is both king and duke of Lancaster ; By words or blows, here let us win our right. And that the lord of Westmoreland sball maintain. Rich. Arm'd, as we are, let's stay within this War. And Warwick shall disprove it. You house.

forget, War. The bloody parliament shall this be call'd, That we are those, which chas'd you from the field, Unless Plantagenet, duke of York, be king; And slew your fathers, and with colours spread And bashful Henry depos'd, whose cowardice March'd through the city to the palace gates. Hath made us by-words to our enemies.


North. Yes, Warwick, I remember it to my York. Then leave me not, my lords ; be resol- grief; I mean to take possession of my right.

And, by bis soul, thou and thy house shall rue it. War. Neither tbe king, nor he that loves him West. Plantagenet, of thee, and these thy sons, The proudest he that holds up Lancaster, (best, Thy kinsmen, and thy friends, I'll have more lives, Dares stir a wing, if Warwick shake his bells. Than drops of blood were in my father's veins. I'll plant Plantagenet, root him up who dares :- Cliff. Urge it no more; lest that, instead of Resolve thee, Richard; claim the English crown. I send thee, Warwick, such a messenger, (words, [Warwick leads York to the throne, who seats As shall revenge his death, before I stir. himself.

War. Poor Clifford ! how I scorn his worthFlourish. Enter King Henry, Clifford, North

less threats ! umberland, Westmoreland, Ereter, and others, York. Will you, we show our title to the crown? with red roses in their hats.

[sits, If not, our swords shall plead it in the field. K. Hen. My lords, look where the sturdy rebel K. Hen. What title hast thou, traitor, to the Even in the chair of state! belike, he means

crown ? (Back'd by the power of Warwick, that false peer), Thy father was, as thou art, duke of York ; To aspire unto the crown, and reign as king:- Thy grandfather, Roger Mortimer, earl of March : Earl of Northumberland, he slew thy father ; I am the son of Henry the fifth, And thine, lord Clifford ; and you both have who made the Dauphin and the French to stoop, vow'd revenge

And seiz'd upon their towns and provinces. [it all. On him, his sons, his favourites, and his friends. War. Talk not of France, sith thou hast lost

North. If I be not, heavens, be reveng'd on me! K. Hen. The lord protector lost it, and not I ; Cliff. The hope thereof makes Clifford mourn When I was crown'd, I was but nine montbs' old. in steel.

[him down: Rich. You are old enough now, and yet, meWest. What shall we suffer this ? let's pluck thinks, you lose:My heart for anyer burns, I cannot brook it. Father, tear the crown from the usurper's head. K. Hen. Be patient, gentle earl of Westinore- Edw. Sweet father, do so; set it on your head. land.

Mont. Good brother, [lo York.) as thou lov'st Cliff. Patience is for poltroons, and such as he;

and honour'st arms, He durst not sit there, bad your father liv'd. Let's fight it out, and not stand cavilling thus. My gracious lord, here in the parliament

Rich. Sound drums and trumpets, and the king Let us assail the family of York.

York. Sons, peace !

[will fly. North. Well hast thou spoken, cousin : be it so. K. Hen. Peace thou ! and give king Henry K. Hen. Ah, know you not, the city favours leave to speak.

[him, lords; them.

War. . Plantagenet shall speak first :-hear And they have troops of soldiers at their back? And be you silent and attentive too, Exe. But when the duke is slain, they'll quickly For he, that interrupts him, shall not live. fiy.

[Henry's heart, K. Hen. Think'st thou, that I will leave my K. Hen. Far be the thoughts of this from kingly throne, To make a shambles of the parliament house! Wherein my grandsire, and my father sat ? Cousin of Exeter, frowns, words, and threats, No : first shall war unpeople tbis my realm; Shall be the war that Henry means to use.- Ay, and their colours-often borne in France,

[they advance to the Duke. And now in England, to our heart's great sorThou factious duke of York, descend my throne,

row, —

[lords? And kneel for grace and mercy at my feet; Shall be my winding-sheet.—Why faint you, I am thy sovereign.

My title's good, and better far than his.

[king. York. Thou art deceivid, I am thine. (of York. War. But prove it, Henry, and thou shalt be Exe. For shamo, come down; be made thee duke K. Hen. Henry the fourth by conquest got the York.'Twas my inheritance, as the earldom was. Exe. Thy father was a traitor to the crown. York. 'Twas by rebellion against his king.

York. Exeter, thou art a traitor to the crown, K. Hen. I kuow not what to say; my titlo's In following this usurping Henry. [king? Tell me, may not a king adopt an heir ? (weak.

Cliff. Whom should he follow, but his natural York. What then ? War. True, Clifford ; and that's Richard, duke K. Hen. An if he may, then am I lawful king: of York.

[my throne ? For Richard, in the view of many lords, B. Hen. And shall I stand, and thou sit in Resign'd the crown to Henry the fourth; York. It must and shall be so. Content Whose heir my father was, and I am his. thyself.

York. He rose against him, being his sovereign, War. Be duke of Lancaster, let him be king. And made bim to resigo his crown perforco.


War. Suppose, my lords, he did it unconstrain'd, To cease this civil war, and, whilst I llve,
Think you, 'twere prejudicial to his crown. To honour me as thy king and sovereign ;

Exe. No: for he could not so resign the crown, And neither by treason, por hostility,
But that the next heir should succeed and reign. To seek to put me down, and reign thyself.

K. Hen. Art thou against us, duke of Exeter ? York. This oath I willingly take, and will per
Exe. His is the right, and therefore pardon me.


[coming from the throne. York. Why wbisper you, my lords, and answer War. Long live king Henry!--Plantagenet, pot?

embrace him,

(ward sons ! Exe. My conscience tells me, he is lawful king. K. Hen. And long live thou, and these tby forK. Hen. All will revolt from me, and turn to York. Now York and Lancaster are reconcil'd. him.

(lay'st, Exe. Accurs'd be he, that seeks to make them North. Plantagenet, for all the claim thou foes ! [Senet. The Lords come forward. Think not, that Henry shall be so depos’d.

York. Farewell, my gracious lord; l'll to my War. Depos'd he shall be, in despite of all.

castle. North. Thou art deceir'd: 'tis not thy south- War. And I'll keep London, with my soldiers. ern power,

Norf. And I to Norfolk, with my followers. Of Essex, Norfolk, Suffolk, nor of Kent,

Mont. And I unto the sea, from whence I came. Which makes thee thus presumptuous and proud, - [exeunt York and his Sons, Warwick, Norfolk, Can set the duke up, in despite of me.

Montague, Soldiers, and Attendants. Cliff. King Henry, be thy title right or wrong, K. Hen. And I, with grief and sorrow, to the Lord Clifford vows to fight in thy defence :

court. May that ground gape, and swallow me alive, Enter Queen Margaret and the Prince of Wales. Where I shall kneel to him that slew my father ! Ere. Here comes the queen, whose looks beK. Hen. O Clifford, how thy words revive my I'll steal away.

(wray her anger ; heart!

K. Hen. Exeter, so will I.

[going. York. Henry of Lancaster, resign thy crown: Q. Mar. Nay, go not from me, I will follow What mutter you, or what conspire you, lords?


[stay. War. Do right unto this princely duke of K. Hen. Be patient, gentle queen, and I will Or I will fill the house with armed men, (York ; R. Mar. Who can be patient in such extremes ? And o'er the chair of state, where now he sits, Ah, wretched man! would I had died a maid Write up his title with usurping blood.

And never seen thee, never borne thee son, [he stamps, and the Soldiers show themselves. Seeing thou hast prov'd so unnatural a father! K. Men. My lord of Warwick, hear me but Hath he deserv'd to lose bis birthright thus ? one word ;

Hadst thou but loy'd him half so well as I ; Let me, for this my life-time, reigu as king. Or felt that pain, which I did for him once ; York. Confirm the crown to nie, and to mine Or nourish'd him, as I did, with my blood; heirs,

Thou would'st have left thy dearest heart-blood And thou shalt reign in quiet, while thou liv'st.

there, K. Hen. I am content: Richard Platagenet, Rather than made that savage duke thine heir, Enjoy the kingdom after my


And disinherited thine only son. Cliff. What wrong is this unto the prince your Prince. Father, you cannot disinberit me: son?

[self? If you be king, why should not I succeed ? War. What good is this to England, and him- K. Hen. Pardun me, Margaret ;- pardon me, West. Base, fearful, and despairing Henry! Cliff. How hast thou injur'd both thyself and The earl of Warwick, and the duke, enforc'd West. I cannot stay to hear these articles. (us! Q. Mar. Enforc'd thee! art thou king, and North. Nor I.

wilt be foro'd ?

[wretch! Cliff. Come, cousin, let us tell the queen these I shame to hear thee speak. Ah, timoryus

[king, Thou bast undone thyself, thy son, and me; West. Farewell, faint-hearted and degenerate And given unto the house of York such head, In whose cold blood no spark of honour bides. As thou shalt reign but by their sufferance.

North. Be thou a prey unto the house of York, To entail him and his heirs unto the crown, And die in bands for this unmauly deed !

What is it, but to make thy sepulchre, Cliff. In dreadful war may'st thou be overcome! And creep into it far before thy time? Or live in peace, abandon'd, and despis'd ! Warwick is chancellor, and the lord of Calais;

[exeunt North. Cliff. and West. Stern Falconbridge commands the narrow seas ; War. Turn this way, Henry, and regard them | The duke is made protector of the realm; not.

And yet shalt thou be safe ? such safety finds Exe. They seek revenge, and therefore will not The trembling lamb, environed with wolves. K. Hen. Ah, Exeter!

[yield. Had I been there, which am a silly woman, War. Why should you sigh, my lord ? The soldiers should have toss'd me on their pikes X. Hen.. Not for myself, Jord Warwick, but Before I would have granted to that act. Whom I unnaturally disiuherit. [my son, But thou preferr'st thy life before thine honour : But, be it as it may:- I here entail

And, seeing thou dost, 1 here divorce myself, The crown to thee, and to thine heirs for ever; Both from thy table, Henry, and tby bed, Condititoally, that here thou take an oath Until that act of parliament be repeald,

sweet son ;


her son,



Whereby my son is disinherited. [colours, į Then, seeing 'twas he that made you to depose,
The northern lords, that have foresworn thy Your oath, my lord, is vain, and frivolous.
Will follow mine, if once they see them spread : Therefore, to arms. And, father, do but think,
And spread they shall be; to thy foul disgrace, How sweet a thing it is to year a crown;
And utter ruin of the house of York.

Within whose circuit is Elysium,
Thus do I leave thee:- -Come, son, let's away: And all that poets feign of bliss and joy.
Our arn
ready; come, we'll after them.

Why do we linger thus? I can pt rest,
K. Hen. Stay, gentle Margaret, and hear ine Until the white rose, that I wear, be dy'd

[get thee gone. Even in the lukewarm blood of Henry's heart. Q. Mar. Thou hast spoke too much already; York. Richard, enough ; I will be king, or die K. Hen. Gentle son Edward, thou wilt stay Brother, thou shalt to London presently, with me?

And:wbet on Warwick to this enterprise Q. Mar. Ay, to be murder'd by his enemies. Thou, Richard, shalt unto the duke of Norfolk, Prince. When I return with victory from the And tell him privily of our intent. field,

You, Edward, shall unto my lord Cobham, I'll see your grace: till then, I'll follow her. With whom tbe Kentishmen will willingly rise : Q. Mar. Come, son, away, we may not linger In them I trust; for they are soldiers, thus.

Witty, and courteous, liberal, full of spirit. [exeunt Queen Margaret and the Prince. While you are thus employ'd, wbat resteth mort, K. Hen. Poor queen! how love to me, and to But that I seek occasion how to rise;

And yet the king not privy to my drift, Hath made her break out into terms of rage! Nor any of the house of Lancaster? Reveng'd may she be on that hateful duke;

Enter a Messenger. Whose baughty spirit, winged with desire, But stay; what news? Why com’st thou in such Will cost my crown, and, like an empty eagle,

post? Tire on the flesh of me, and of my son!

Mess. The queen, with all the northern carls The loss of those three lords torments my heart:

and lords,
I'll write unto them, and entreat them fair ;- Intend here to besiege you in your castle:
Come, cousin, you shall be the messenger. She is hard by with twenty thousand men ;
Exe. And I, I hope, shall reconcile them all. And therefore fortify your hold, my lord.

[ereunt. York. Ay, with my sword. What! think'st
SANDAL CASTLE, NEAR to thou, that we fear them

Edward and Richard, you shall-stay with me;Enter Edward, Richard, and Montague. My brother Montague shall post to London: Rich. Brother, though I be youngest, give me i Let noble Warwick, Cobham, and the rest, leave.

Whom we have left protectors of the king, Edw. No, I can better play the orator. With powerful policy strengthen themselves, Mont. But I have reasons strong and forcible. And trust not simple Henry, nor his oaths. Enter York.

Mont. Brother, I go; I'll win them, fear it not: York. Why, how now, sons, and brother, at a And thus most humbly I do take my leave. [exit What is your quarrel? how began it first? (strife? Enter Sir John and Sir Hugh Mortimer.

Edw. No quarrel, but a slight contention. York. Sir John, and sir Hugh Mortimer, mine York. About what?

uncles ! Rich. About that which concerns your

grace, You are come to Sandal in an happy hour;

The army of the queen mean tó besiege us. The crown of England, father, which is yours. Sir John. She shall not need, we'll meet her in York. Mine, boy? not till king Henry be dead:

the field. Rich. Your right depends not on his life, or York. What, with five thousand men? death.

Rich. Ay, with five hundred, father, for a need. Edw. Now you are heir, therefore enjoy it now: A woman's general; what should we fear? By giving the house of Lancaster leave to breathe,

[a march afar off It will outrun you, father, in the end.'

Edw. I hear their drums ; let's set our men in York. I took an oath, that he should quietly order; reign.

[broken: And issue forth, and bid them battle straight. Edw. But, for a kingdom, any oath may be York. Five men to

o twenty! tho' the odds be I'd break a thousand oaths, to reign one year. I doubt not, uncle, of our victory. [great, Rich, No; God forbid, your grace should be Many a battle have I won in France, forsword,

When as the enemy bath been ten to one; York. I shall be, if I claim by open war. Why should I not now have the like success Rich. I'll prove the contrary, if you'll hear me

[eredat. speek.

SCENE III. PLAINS NEAR SANDAL CASTLE, York. Thou canst not, son; it is impossible. Alarums; Excursions. Enter Rutland and his Rich. An oath is of no moment, being not took

Tutor. Before a true and lawful magistrate,

Rut. Ah, whither shall I fly to 'seaps thetr Tbat bath authority over bim that swears:

hands? Henry had done, but did usurn the place; Ah, tutor ! look, where bloody Clifford comes!

and us;

Enter Clifford and Soldiers.

But this I know,--they have demean'd themselves Cliff. Chaplain, away! thy priesthood saves thy Like men born to renown, by life or

death. As for the brat of this accursed duke, [life. Three times did Richard make a lane to me; Whose father slew my father,- he shall die. And thrice cried, — Courage, father! fight it out!

Tut. And I, my lord, will bear him company. And full as oft came Edward to my side,
Cliff. Soldiers, away with him. (child, With purple falchion, painted to the hilt,

Tut. Ah, Clifford ! murder not this innocent In blood of those that had encounter'd him : Lest thou be hated both of God and man.

And when the hardiest warriors did retire, [erit, forced off by Soldiers. Richard cried, -Charge! and give no foot of Cliff. How now! is be dead already? Or, is it ground! fear,

And cried, -A crown, or else a glorious tomb ! That makes him close bis eyes ?—I'll open them. A sceptre, or an earthly sepulchre !

Rut. So looks the pent-up lion o'er the wretch With this, we charg'd again : but, out, alas! That trembles under his devouring paws :

We bodg'd again; as I have seen a swan And so he walks, insulting o'er his prey:

With bootless labour swim against the tide, And so he comes to rend his limbs asunder.- And spend her strength with over-matching waves. Ah, gentle Clifford, kill me with thy sword,

{a short alarum within. And not with such a cruel threat’ning look. Ab, hark! the fatal followers do pursue ; Sweet Clifford, hear me speak before I die:- And I am faint, and cannot fly their fury: I am too mean a subject for thy wrath,

And, were I strong, I would not shun their fury: Be thou reveng'd on men, and let me live. The sands are number'd, that make up my life; Cliff. In vain thou speak’st, poor boy; my Here must I stay, and here my life must end. father's bloud

(enter. Enter Queen Margaret, Clifford, Northumberland, Hath stopp'd the passage where thy words should

and Soldiers.

(land, Rut. Then let my father's blood open it again; Come, bloody Clifford,-rough Northumber. He is a man, and, Clifford, cope with him. I dare your quenchless fury to more rage;

Clif. Had I thy brethren here, their lives, and I am your butt, and I abide your shot. Were not revenge sufficient for me; [thine, North. Yield to o

our mercy, proud Plantagenet. No, if I digg’d up thy forefathers' graves,

Cliff. Ay, to such mercy, as this ruthless arm, And bung their rotten coffins up in chains, With downright payment, show'd unto my father. It could not slake mine ire, nor ease my heart. Now Phaeton bath tumbled from his car, The sight of any of the house of York

And made an evening at the noontide prick. ' Is as a fury to torment my soul,

York. My ashes, as the phenix, may bring And till I root out their accursed line,

forth And leave not one alive, I live in hell. ·

A bird that will revenge upon you all ; Therefore

(lifting his hand. And, in that hope, I throw mine eyes to heaven, Rut. O, let me pray before I take my death :- Scording wbate'er you can afflict me with. To thee I pray; sweet Clifford, pity me! Why come you not? what! multitudes, and Cliff. Such pity as my rapier's point affords.


[further ; Rut. I never did thee harm; why wilt thou Cliff. So cowards fight, when they can fly vo Cliff. Thy father bath.

(slay me? So doves do peck the falcon's piercing talons : Rut. But 'twas ere I was born.

So desperate thieves, all hopeless of their lives, Thou hast one son, for his sake pity me: Breathe out invectives 'gainst the officers. Lest, in revenge thereof, --sith God is just,

York. O, Clifford, but betbink thee once again, He be as miserably slain as I.

And in thy thought o'er-run my former time: Ah, let me live in prison all my days;

And, if thou canst for blushing, view this face; And when I give occasion of offence,

And 'bite thy tongue, that slanders bim with Then let me die, for now thou hast' no cause.

cowardice, Cliff. No cause ?

Whose frown bath made thee faint and flyere this. Thy father slew my father; therefore, die. Clif. I will not bandy with thee word for [ Clifford stabs him.

word ; Rut. Dii faciant, laudis summa sit ista tua ? But buckle with thee blows, twice two for one. [dies.

[draws. Clif. Plantagenet! I come, Plantagenet ! Q. Mar. Hold, valiant Clifford! for a thou. And this thy son's blood, cleaving to my blade,

sand causes, Shall rust upon my weapon, till thy blood,' I would prolong awhile the traitor's life: Congeal'd with this, do make me wipe off both. Wrath makes him deaf: speak thou, Northum


(much, North. Hold, Clifford; do not honour him so Alarum. Enter York.

To prick thy finger, though

h to wound his heart: York. The army of the queen hath got the What valour were it, when a cura

doth grid, My uncles both are slain in rescuing me; (field : For one to thrust bis hand between his teeth, And all my followers to the eager foe

When he might spurn him with his foot away? Torp back, and fly, like ships before the wind, It is wur's prize to take all vantages ; Or lambs pursu'd by hunger-starved wolves. And ten to one is no impeach of valour. My sons God knows, what bath bechanced them.

Sthey lav hands on York, who struggies.


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