O piercing fight, he fumbleth in the mouth,
His fpeech doth faile: lift vp your felfe my lord,
And see the prince to comfort you in death.

Enter Pandulph, yong Henry, the barons with daggers in their hands.

Prince. O let me fee my father ere he die:
O vncle, were you here, and fuffred him
To be thus poyfned by a damned monke?
Ah he is dead, father, fweet father speake.

Baftard. His fpeach doth faile, he hafteth to his end.
Pandulph. Lords, giuc me leaue to ioy the dying king,

With fight of these his nobles kneeling here
With daggers in their hands, who offer vp
Their liues for ranfome of their foule offence.
Then good my lord, if you forgiue them all,
Lift vp your hand in token you forgiue.

Salif. We humbly thanke your royall maieftie,
And vow to fight for England and her king;
And in the fight of Iohn our foueraigne lord,
In spite of Lewes and the power of Fraunce,
Who hitherward are marching in all haste,
We crowne yong Henry in his fathers sted.

Henry. Help, help, he dies; ah father! looke on mee.
Legat. K. Iohn, farewell: in token of thy faith,

And figne thou dieft the feruant of the lord,

Lift vp thy hand, that we may witnesse here,

Thou diedst the feruant of our fauiour Christ.
Now ioy betide thy foule: what noise is this?

I

Enter a messenger.

Meff. Help lords, the Dolphin maketh hitherward

With enfignes of defiance in the winde,

And

And all our armie ftandeth at a gaże,

Expecting what their leaders will commaund.

Baft. Let's arme our felues in yong K. Henries right,
And beate the power of Fraunce to fea againe.
Legate. Philip not fo, but I will to the prince,
And bring him face to face to parley with you.
Baft. Lord Salfbury, your felfe shall march with me,
So fhall we bring these troubles to an end.

King. Sweet vncle, if thou loue thy foueraigne,
Let not a stone of Swinftead abbey stand,
But pull the house about the frier's eares:
For they haue kill'd my father and my king.

Exeunt.

A parley founded, Lewes, Pandulph, Salisbury, &c.

Pand. Lewes of Fraunce, yong Henry England's king
Requires to know the reafon of the claime
That thou canst make to any thing of his.
King John that did offend, is dead and gone,
See where his breathleffe trunke in prefence lies,
And he as heire apparant to the crowne

Is now fucceeded in his fathers roome.

Henry. Lewes, what law of armes doth leade thee thus,

To keepe poffeffion of my lawfull right?

Anfwere; in fine, if thou wilt take a peace,
And make furrender of my right againe,
Or trie thy title with the dint of fword:
I tell thee Dolphin, Henry feares thee not.
For now the barons cleaue vnto their king,
And what thou haft in England they did get.

Lewes, Henry of England, now that John is dead,
That was the chiefeft enemie to Fraunce,

I may the rather be inducde to peace.

But

But Salsbury, and you barons of the realme,
This strange reuolt agrees not with the oath
That you on Bury altare lately fware.

Salf. Nor did the oath your highneffe there did take
Agree with honour of the prince of Fraunce.

Baft. My lord, what answer make you to the king? Dolphin. Faith Philip this I say: it bootes not me, Nor any prince, nor power of Christendome

To feeke to win this iland Albion,

Vnlesse he haue a partie in the realme
By treafon for to help him in his warres.

The peeres which were the partie on my fide,
Are fled from me: then bootes not me to fight,
But on conditions, as mine honour wills,

I am contented to depart the realme.

Henry. On what conditions will your highnes yeeld? Lew. That fhall we thinke vpon by more aduice. Baft. Then kings and princes, let these broils haue end, And at more leisure talke vpon the league, Meane while to Worfter let vs beare the king,; And there interre his bodie, as befeemes. But first, in fight of Lewes heire of Fraunce, Lords take the crowne, and fet it on his head, That by fucceffion is our lawfull king.

They crowne yong Henry.

Thus Englands peace begins in Henries raigne,
And bloodie warres are clofed with happie league.
Let England liue but true within it felfe,

And all the world can neuer wrong her state.
Lewes, thou shalt be brauely fhipt to Fraunce,
For neuer Frenchman got of English ground

The

The twentith part that thou hast conquered.
Dolphin, thy hand; to Worfter we will march:
Lords all, lay hands to beare your foueraigne
With obfequies of honour to his graue:
If Englands peeres and people ioyne in one,
Nor pope, nor France, nor Spaine can do them wrong.

FINI S.

King Richard the Second:

WITH

New Additions of the Parliament Sceane,

AND THE

Depofing of King RICHARD.

As it hath been lately acted by the Kinges MAIESTIES Seruants, at the Globe.

By WILLIAM SHAKE-SPEARE.

At London, printed for Mathew Law, and are to be fold at his Shop in Paules Church-yard, at the Signe of the Foxe. 1615.