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King Henry VI.
(Lords on King Henry's .. Earl of Northumberland, ?
King Edward IV.
Stanley. Sir John Montgomery. Sir John Somerville. Tụtor to Rutland. Mayor of York. Lieutenant of the Tower. A Nobleman. Two Keepers. A Huntsman. A Son that has killed his Father. A Father that has killed his Son.
Edward, Messengers, Watchmen, &c.
during all the rest of the Play, in England.
SCENE 1. LONDON. The PARLIAMENT-HOUSE.
Then enter the Duke of YORK, EDWARD, Rich-
York. While we pursu'd the horsemen of the north,
Edw. Lord Stafford's father, duke of Buckingham, Is either slain, or wounded dangerous : I cleft his beaver with a downright blow; That this is true, father, behold his blood.
[Showing his bloody Sword. Mont. And, brother, here's the earl of Wiltshire's blood.
[To 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?
Norf. Such hope have all the line of John of Gaunt!
War. And so do I.–Victorious prince of York,
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.
War. And, when the king comes, offer him no violence, Unless he seek to thrust you out by force. [They retire.
York. The queen, this day, here holds her parliament, But little thinks, we shall be of her council: 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 callid,
York. Then leave me not, my lords; be resolute;
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. Enter King HENRY, CLIFFORD, NORTHUM
BERLAND, WESTMORELAND, EXETER, and others, with red Roses in their Huts.
K. Hen. My lords, look where the sturdy rebel sits,
North. If I be not, heavens, be reveng'd on me!
West. What, shall we suffer this? let's pluck him down: My heart for anger burns, I cannot brook it.
K. Hen. Be patient, gentle earl of Westmoreland.
Cliff. Patience is for poltroons, and such as he;
North. Well hast thou spoken, cousin; be it so.
K. Hen. Ah, know you not, the city favours them, And they have troops of soldiers at their beck ?
Exe. But when the duke is slain, they'll quickly fly.
K. Hen. Far be the thought of this from Henry's heart, To make a shambles of the parliament-house! Cousin of Exeter, frowns, words, and threats, Shall be the war that Henry means to use.
[They advance to the Duke.
Thou art deceiv'd, I am thine.
War. Exeter thou art a traitor to the crown,
Cliff. Whom should he follow, but bis natural king?
War. True, Clifford; and that's Richard, duke of York. K. Hen. And shall I stand, and thou sit in my throne? 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 iny grief; And, by his soul, thou and thy house shall rue it.
West. Plantagenet, of thee, and these thy sons, Thy kinsmen, and thy friends, I'll have inore 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 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
you lose :Father, tear the crown from the usurper's head.
Edw. Sweet father, du 80'; 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. (@y.
Rich. Sound drums and trumpets, and the king will