THIRD PART OF

KING HENRY VI.

PERSONS REPRESENTED.

Sir JOHN MORTIMER, Uncles to the Duke of
Sik HUGH MORTIVER,

York.
HENRY, Earl of Richmond, a Youth.
LORD RIVERS, Brother to Lady Grey.-SiR WIL-

LIAN STANLEY.-SIR JOHN ÁLONTGOMERY.-SIR-
JOIN SOMERVILLE.-TUTOR to Rutland.-MAYOR
of York -LIEUTENANT of the Tower.-A Noble-
man.-Two Keepers.-A Huntsmall.–A Son that
bas killed his Father.- A Father that bas killed
his Son.

KING HENRY THE SIXTH.
EUWARD, Prince of Wales, his Son.
Lewis XI. King of France,
DUKE OF SOMERSET,- DJKB OP EXETER, Lords

-EARL OY OXFORD,- EART. OP Nonto ou King
THUMBERLAND;- EARL ON WESTMOR E-(Henry's
LAND,-LORD CLIFFORD,

side.
RICHARD PLANTAGENET, Dahe of York.
EDWARD, Earl of March, ülierwards

King Edwird IV.
EDMUND, Earl of Rutland,

His Sons.
GEORGE, arterwards Duke or Clarence,
RICHARD, atterwards Duke of Glus

cester,
DUKE OF NORFOLK,
MARQUIS OF MONTAGUE,
EARL OF WARWICK, or the Duke of York's
EARL OF PEMBROKK,

Party.
LOND HASTINGS,
LORD STAFFORD,

QUEEN MARJARET.
LADY GREY, alterwards Queen to Edward IV.
Buna, Sister to the French Queen.
Soldiers, and other Attendants on King Henry and

King Edward, Messengers, Watctmen, &c.
Scene, during part of the third Act, in France; du.

ring all the rest of the Play, in England.

ACT I.

War. And, when the king comes, offer him no

violence, SCENE I.-London.--The Parliament-House.

Unless he seek to thrust you out by force.

[They relire. Drums.-Some Soldiers of YORK's party break in. York. The queen, this day, here holds her parliaThen,enter the Duke of YORK, EDWARD, RICHARD,

ment, NORFOLK, MONTAGUE, WARWICK, and others, But little thinks, we shall be of her council: with White Roses in their Hats.

By words, or blows, bere let us win our right. War. I wonder, how the king escaped our hands.

Rich. Aim'd as we are, let's stay within this

house.
York. While we pursued the horsemen of the
north,

War. The blondy parliament shall this be callid,
He slyly stole away, and left his men :

Unless Plantagenet, duke of York, be king; Whereat the great lord of Northumberland,

And bashful Henry deposed, whose cowardice
Whose warlike ears could never brook retreat,

Hath made us by-words to our enemies.
Cheer'd up the drooping army; and himself,

York. Then lease me not, my lords; be resolute;
Lord Clifford, and lord Stafford, all a breast,

I mean to take possession of my right.
Charged our main battle's front, and breaking in,

War. Neither the king, nor' he that loves him
Were by the swords of common soldiers slain.

best,
Edw. Lord Stafford's father, duke of Bucking. | Dares stir a wing, if Warwick shake his bells..

The proudest he that holds up Lancaster,
ham,
Is either slain, or wounded dangerous :

I'll plant Plantagenet, root him up who dares :-
I cleft his beaver with a downright blow;

Resolve thee, Richard ; claim the English crown. That this is true, father, behold his blood.

(Warwick leads York to the Throne, eche (Shewing his bloody Suord.

seats himself:
Mont. And, brother, here's the earl of Wiltshire's
blood,
(70 York, shewing his.

Flourish : Enter King HENRY, CLIFFORD, Nox
Whom I encounter'd as the battles join'd.

THUM VERLAND, WESTMORKLAND, EXETER, and Rich. Speak thou for me, and tell them what I

others, with Red Roses in their Hats. did.

(Throwing down the Duke of K. Ken. My lords, look where the sturdy rebel Somerset's Heud.

sits, York. Richard hath best deserved of all my Even in the chair of state ! Belike, he means,

(Back'd by the power of Warwick, that false peer,) What, is your grace dead, my lord of Somerset ? To aspire unto the crown, and reign as king.Norj. Such hope have all the line of John of Earl of Northumberland, he slew thy father ;Gaunt?

And thine, lord Clifford; and you both have vow'd Rich. Thus do I hope to shake king Henry's head.

revenge War. And so do 1. -Victorious prince of York, On him, his sons, his favouriies, and his friends. Before I see thee seated in that throne

North. If I be not, heavens, be revenged on me! Which now the house of Lancaster usurps,

Clif. The hope thereof makes Clifford mourn in I vow by heaven, these eyes shall never close.

steel. This is the palace of the fearful king,

West. What, shall we suffer this! Let's pluck And this the rogal seat: possess it, York ;

him down : For this is thine, and not King Henry's heirs'. My heart for anger burns, I cannot brook it.

York. Assist me then, sweet Warwick, and I will; K. Keu, Be patient, gentle earl of Westmoreland. For hither we have broken in by force.

(lif. Patience is for poliroons, and such as he: Norf. We'lı all assist you; he, that flies, shall die. York. Thanks, genue Norfolk,-Stay by me, my i

• Hawks had sometimes little bells hung on lords ;

them, perivas lo dare the birds; that is, to fright And, soldiers, stay, and lodge by me this night. them from rising.

sons.

crowi.

was.

He durst not sit there, had your father lived. K, Hin. Henry the fourth by conquest got the
My gracious lord, here in the parliament
Let us assail the family of York.

York. Twas Ly rebellion against his king.
North. Well hast thou spoken, cousin; be it so.

K. Hen. I know not what lo say; my title's K. Ken. Ah, know you not, the city favours

weak.
them,

Tell me, may not a king adopt an heir ?
And they have troops of soldiers at their beck ? York. What then?
Ere. But when the duke is slain, they'll quickly

K. llen. An it he may, then anr I lawful king :
fy.

For Richard, in the view of many lords, K. Hen. Par be the thoughi of this from Henry's Resign'u the crown to Hevry the fourth; heart,

Whose heir my father was, and I am his. To make a shambles of the parliament-house!

York. He rose against him, being his sovereign, Cousin of Exeter, frowns, words, and threats,

And made him to resign his crown perforce. Shall be the war that Henry means to use.

War. Suppose, my lords, he did it inconstrain'd, [They advance to the Duke. | Think you, 'iwere prejudicial to his crown? Thou factious duke of York, descend my throne,

Ere. No; for he could not so resign his crown, And kneel for grace and mercy at my feet;

But that the next heir should succeed and reign. I am thy sovereign.

K. Hen. Art thou against us, duke of Exeter! York. Thou art deceived, I am thive.

Eie. His is the righi, and therefore pardon me. Ere. For shame, come down; he made thee duke York. Why whisper you, my lords, and answer of York,

not? York. 'Twas my inheritance, as the earldom Exe. My conscience tells me he is lawful king.

K. Hen. All will revolt from me, and turn to Ere. Thy father was a traitor to the crown.

him. War. Exeter, thou art a traitor to the crown, North. Plantagenet, for all the claim thou lay'st, In following this usurping Henry.

Think not, that Henry shall be so deposed. Clif. Whom should he follow, but his natural War. Deposed he shall be, in despite of all. king?

North. Thou art deceived : 'uis not thy southern War. True, Clifford; and that's Richard, duke

power, of York.

Of Essex, Norfolk, Suffolk, nor of Kent,K. Hen. And shall I stand, and thou sit in my

Which makes thee thus presumptuous and proud, throne ?

Can set the duke up, in despite ot' me. York. It must and shall be so. Content thyself.

Clif. King Henry, be thy title right or wrong, War. Be duke of Lancaster, let him be king. Lord Clifford vows to fight in thy defence :

West. He is both king and duke of Lancaster: May that ground gape and swallow me alive, And that the lord of Westmoreland shall main- Where I shall kneel to him that slew my father! tain.

K. Hen. O Clifford, how thy words revive my
War. And Warwick shall disprove it. You forget,

heart!
That we are those, which chased you from the field, York. Henry of Lancaster, resign thy crown
And slew your fathers, and with colours spread What mutier you, or what conspire you, lords:
March'd through the city to the palace gates.

I'ar. Do right unto this princely duke of York ;
North. Yes, Warwick, I remember it to my grief; Or I will fill the house with armed men,
And, by his soul, thou and thy house shall rue it. And, o'er the chair of state, where now he sits,

West. Plantagenet, of thee, and these thy sons, Write up his title yith usurping blood.
Thy kinsmen, and thy friends, I'll have more (He stamps, and the Soldiers shew themselves.
lives,

K. Flen. My lord of Warwick, hear me but onc Than drops of blood were in my father's veins.

word ; Clif. Urge it no more ; lest that, instead of words Let me, for this my life-time, reign as king. I send thee, Warwick, such a messenger,

York. Confirm the crown to me and to mine As shall revenge his death, before I stir.

heirs,
War. Poor Clifford ! How I scorn his worthless And thou shalt reigo in quiet while thon livest.
threats !

K. Hen. I am content: Richard Plantagenet,
York. Will you, we shew our title to the crown ? | Enjoy the kingdom after my decease.
If not, onr swords shall plead it in the field.

Člif. What wrong is this unto the prince your
K. Hen, What title hast thou, traitor, to the

son ? crown

War. What good is this to England, and himThy father was, as thou art, duke of York ;

self? Thy grandfather, Roger Mortimer, earl of March : West. base, fearful, and despairing Henry! I am the son of Henry the fifth,

Clif. How hast thou injured both thyself and Who made the dauphin and the French to stoop,

us ? And seized upon their towns and provinces.

West. I cannot stay to hear these articles. Iar. Talk not of France, sith • thou hast lost North. Nor I. it all.

Clif. Come, cousin, let ns tell the qneen these K. Hen. The lord protector lost it, and not I;

news. When I was crown'd, I was but nine months old. West. Farewell, faint-hearted and degenerate Rich. You are old enongh now, and yet, methinks king, you lose :

In whose cold blood no spark of honour bides,
Father, fear the crown from the usurper's head. North. Be thou a prey unto the house of York,

Edu. Sweet father, du so; set it on your head. And die in bands tor this unmanly deed !
Mont. Good brother, (To York.) as thou lovest Clif. In dreadful war may'st thou be overcome
and honour'st arms,

Or live in peace, abandon'd, and despised !
Let's fight it out, and not stand cavilling thus.

(Exeunt Northumberland, Clifford, and Rich. Sound drunis and trumpets, and the king

Westmoreland. will fy:

War. Turn this way, Henry, and regard them York. Sons, peace!

not. K. Hen. Peace thou! and give king Henry leave Ere. They seek revenge, and therefore will not to speak.

yield. War. Plantagenet shall speak first :-Hear him, K. Hen. Ah, Exeter! lords ;

War. Why should you sigh, my lord? And be you silent and attentive too,

K. Hen. Not for niyself, lord Warwick, but my For ihat interrupts him, shall not live.

son,
K. Hen. Think'st' thou, that I will leave my Whom I unnaturally shall disinherit.
kingly throne,

But, be it as it may :--I here entail
Wherein my grandsire, and my father sat ? The crown to thee, and to thine heirs for ever;
No: first shall war unpeople this thy realm ; Conditionally, that here thou take an oath
Ay, and their colours-often borne in France; To cease this civil war, and, whilst Dive,
And now in England, to our heart's great sorrow,- To honour me as thy king and sovereigo;
Shall be my winding-sheet.-Why faint you, lords? And neither by treason, nor hostility,
My title's good, and better far than his.'

To seek to put me down, and reign thyself,
War. But prove it, Henry, and thou shalt be king.

* i. e. Detrimental to the general rights of here * Since.

ditary royalty.

York: This oath I willingly take, and will per- Whose haughty spirit, winged with desire, form.

(Coming from the Throne. Will cost my crown, and, like an empty eagle, War. Long live king Henry!- Plantagenet eme Tire • on the flesh of me, and of my son ! brace him.

The loss of those three lords torments my beart: K. Hen. And long live thou, and those thy for- I'll write unto them, and entreat them fair ;ward sons !

Come, cousin, you shall be the messenger. York. Now York and Lancaster are reconciled. Exe. And I, I hope, shall reconcile them all. Exe. Accursed be he, that seeks to make them

(Ereunt. foes! (Senet -- The Lords come forwurd, York. Farewell, my gracious lord ; I'll to my

SCENE II.-A Room in Sandal Castle, near Wuke. castle.

field, in Yorkshire.
War. And I'll keep London with my soldiers.

Enter EDWARD, RICHARD, and MONTAGUE.
Norf. And I to Norfolk, with my followers.
Mont. And I unto the sea, from whence I cane.

Rich. Brother, though I be youngest, give me

leave,
(Ereunt York, and his Sons, Warwick, Norfolk,
Nontague, Soldiers, and Attendants.

Edw. No, I can better play the orator.
K. Hen. And I, with grief and sorrow, to the

Mlont. But I have reasons strong and forcible. court.

Enter YORK.
Enter Queen MARGARET and the Prince of WALES.

York. Why, how now, sons and brother, at a
Ere. Here comes the queen, whose looks bewray*

strife ? her anger:

What is your quarrel! How began it first? l'll steal away.

Edu. No quarrel, but a slight contention. K. Hen. Exeter, so will l.

(Going. York. About what?
Q. Mar. Nay, go not from me; I will follow Rich. About that which concerns your grace,
thee.

and us;
K. Hen. Be patient, gentle queen, and I will stay. The crown of England, father, which is yours.
Q. Mar. Who can be patient in such extremes? York. Mine, boy? Not till king Henry be dead.
Ah, wretched man! 'would I had died a maid, Rich. Your right depends not on his litë, or
And never seen thee, never borne thee son,

death.
Seeing thou hast proved so unnatural a father! Edw. Now you are heir, therefore enjoy it now:
Hath he deserved to lose his birth-right this? By giving the house of Lancaster leave to breathe,
Hadst thou but loved him half so well as I; It will outrun you, father, in the end.
Or felt that pain which I did for him once;

York. I took an oath, that he should quietly
Or nourish'd him, as I did with my blood;

reign. Thou wouldst have left thy dearest heart-blood Edw. But, for a kingdom, any oath may be there,

broken: Rather than made that savage duke thine hieir,

I'd break a thousand oaths, to reign one year. And disinherited thine only son.

Rich. No; God forbid, your grace should be for.
Prince. Father, you cannot disinherit me:

Sworn.
If you be king, why should not I succeed ?

York. I shall be, if I claim by open war.
K. Hen. Pardon me, Margaret ;-Pardon me Rich. l'll prove the contrary, if you'll hear me
sweet son;

speak. The earl of Warwick, and the duke enforced me. York. Thou canst not, son ; it is impossible. Q.'Mar. Entorced thee! Ait thou king, and will

Rich. An oath is of no moment, being not took be forced ?

Before a true and lawful magistrate,
I shame to hear thee speak. An, timorous wretch! That hath authority over him that swears :
Thou hast undone thy self, thy son, and and nie; Henry had none, but did usurp the place;
And given unto the house of York such head, Then, seeing 'twas he that made you to depose,
As thou shalt reign but by their suiferance.

Your oath, my lord, is vain and frivolons.
To entail him and his heirs into the crown,

Therefore, to arms. And, father, do but think,
What is it, but to make thy sepulchre,

How sweet a thing it is to wear a crown;
And creep into it far before thy timei

Within whose circuit is Elysium,
Warwick is chancellor, and the lord of Calais; And all that poets feigp of bliss and joy.
Stern Faulconbridge commands the narrow seas; Why do we linger thus? I cannot rest,
The duke is made protector of the realm;

Until the white rose, that I wear, be dyed
And yet shalt thon be safe? Such safety finds Even in the lukewarm blood of Henry's heart,
The trembling lamb, environed with wolves.

York. Richard, enough ; I will be king, or die.-
Had I been there, which am a silly woman, Brother, thou shalt to London presently,
The soldiers should have toss'd me on their pikes,

And whet on Warwick to this enterprise.-
Before I would have granted to that act.

Thou, Richard, shalt unto the duke vi Norfolk,
But thou preferr'st thy lite before thine honour : And tell him privily of our intent-
And, seeing thou dost, I here divorce myself, Yon, Edward, shall unto my lord Cobham,
Both from thy table, Henry, and thy bed,

With whom the Kentishmen will willingly rise :
Until that act of parliament be repeal'd,

In them I trust; for they are soldiers,
Whereby my son is disinherited.

Witty + and courteous, liberal, full of spirit.-
The norihern lords,

that have forsworn thy colours, while you are thus employ'd, what resleth more, Will follow mine, if once they see them spread :

But that I seek occasion how to rise ;
And spread they shall be; to thy fool disgrace,

And yet the king not privy to my drist,
And utter ruin of the house of York.

Nor any of the house of Lancaster?
Thus do I leave thee Come, son, let's away;
Our ariny's ready; come, we'll after them.

Enter a MESSENGER.
K. Hen. Stay, gentle Margaret, and hear me

But, stay; what news? Why comest thou in such speak.

post ? Q. Mar. Thou hast spoke too much already ; get

Mess. The queen, with all the northern carls and thee gone.

Jords,
K. Hen. Gentle son Edward, thou wilt stay with

Intend here to besiege you in your castle:
me?

She is hard by with twenty thousand men; R. Mar. Ay, to be murder'd by his enemies.

And therefore fortify your hold, my lord.. Prince. When I return with victory froin the

York. Ay, with my sword. What! think'st thou, field,

that we fear themi I'll see your grace: till then, I'll follow her. Edward and Richard, you shall stay with me ;Q. Mar. Come, son, away, we may not linger Let noble Warwick, Cobham, and the rest,

My brother Montague shall post to London: thus. (Ereunt Queen Margaret, and the Prince.

Whom we have left protectors of the king, K. Ien. Poor queen! How love to me, and to her

With powerful policy strengthen themselves, son,

And truet not simple Henry, nor his oaths. Hath made her break out into trims of rage!

Mont. Brother, I go; l'Ú win them, fear it not: Revenged may she le on that hateful duke ;

And thus most humbly i do take

my leave. (Exit. * Betray, discover.

• Peck.

+ Of so und judgment

Whose haaghty spint, vinged vs det

Will cost my crowa, apd, like an eng mollire. on the desk of me, and of my us!

The low of those three lords tormers l'i write unto them, and entretien 2:

(ore, cousin, you shasi be the neser d. Exe. And I, I hope, skali receer 200 L

SCENE II.-A Ræs in Sandel Castil, er in

feld, in Yorkshire Enter EDWARD, RICE 419, end Irm

Rich. Brother, though I be puse p! tik, Edu. No, i can better plays the creato Mont. But I hare reasodis strong ae hace

Enter Your
York. Why, how now, sons and broader i

strife?
What is your quarrel ! How began in fest

!
Edu. So quarrel, but a slight canks
York. About what 1
Rich. About that which concerns your

and us:
The crown of England, father, which s Fan

York. Mine, boy ! Not till kung Hearsten
Rich. Your right depends not en bä*

death.
Edr. Now you are beir, therefore easy it
By giving the house of Lancaster care te as
It will outrun you, father, in the end.
York. I took an oath, that he stoeld

reign.
Edte. Bni, fors kingdom, any nath w

broken :
P't break a thousand oaths, to reign of
Rich. No; God forbid, your grace and to

Sworn.
York. I shall be, if I claim by open en

od

ne

Rich. PIl prove the contrary, if you'd
York. Thou canst not, son, it is

speak.

Shall rust upon my weapon, till thy blood, Enter Sir Joun and Sir Hugh MORTIMER.

Congeal'd with this, do make me wipe of both. York. Sir John, and Sir Hugh Mortimer, mine

(Exit.
uncles!
You are come to Sandal in a happy hour;

SCENE IV.–The same.
The army of the queen mean to besiege us.
Sir John. She shall not need, we'll meet her in

Alarum.-Enter York.
the field.

York. The army of the queen hath got the field :
York. What, with five thousand men ?

My uncles both are slain in rescuing ine;
Rich. Ay, with five hundred, father, for a need, And all my followers to the eager toe
A woman's general ; What should we fear? Turn back, and fly, like ships before the wind,

(A March afar off. Or lambs pursued by hunger-starved wolves.
Edw. I hear their drums ; let's set our men in My sons-God knows, what hath bechanced them :
order;

But this I know,-they have demean'd themselves
And issue forth, and bid them battle straight, Like men born to renown, by life, or death.
York. Five men to lwenty !—Though the odds be Three times

did Richard make a lane to me; great,

And thrice cried-Courage, father! Fight it out !
I doubt not, uncle, of our victory.

And fall as oft came Edward to my side,
Many a battle have I won in France,

With purple faulchion, painted to the hilt
When as the enemy hath been ten to one;

In blood of those that had encounter'd him : Why should I not now have the like success? And when the hardiest warriors did retire,

Alarun.- Exeunt. Richard cried,-Charge! and give no foot of ground !

And cried- A crown, or else a glorious comb! SCENE III.- Plains near Sandal Casti, A sceptre, ur ur earthly sepulchre !

With this, we charged again : but, out, alas! Alatums : Excursions.-Enter Rutland and l.is

We bodged again; as I have seen a swan
TUTOR.

With bootless labour swim against the ude,
Rut. Ah, whither shall I fly, to 'scape their hands! and spend her strength with over-matching waves.
Ah, tutor! Look, where bloody Clifford comes !

(A short Alarum within.

Ah, hark! the fatal followers do pursue ;
Enter CLIFFORD, and Soldiers.

And I am faint, and cannot fly their fury:
Clif. Chaplain away! Thy priesthood saves thy And, were I strong, I would not dun their fury:
life.

The sands are number'd, that make up my life;
As for the brat of this accursed duke,

Here must I stay, and here my life must end.
Whose father slew my father,-he shall die.
Tut. And I, my lord, will bear him company.

Enter Queen MARGARET, CLIFFORD, NORTHUM
Clif. Soldiers, away with him.

BERLAND, and Soldjers.
Tut. Ah, Clifford ! Murder not this innocent child, Come, bloody Clifford, -rough Northumberland,
Lest thou be hated both of God and man.

I dare your quenchless fury to more rage;
(Exit, forced off by Soldiers. I am your butt, and I abide your shot,
Clif. How now! Is he dead already i Or, is it North. Yield to our mercy, proud Plantagenet.
fear,

Clil. Ay, to such mercy, as his ruthless arm,
That makes him close his eyes !-1'll open them. Withi downright payment, shew'd unto my father.

Rut. So looks the pent-up lion o'er the wretch Now Phaeton hath tumbled from his car,
That trembles under his devouring paws :

And made an evening at the noontide prick t.
And so he walks, insulting o'er his prey;

York. My ashes, as the phenix, may bring forth
And so he comes, to 'rend his limbs asunder.- A bird that will revenge upon you all :
Ah, gentle Clifford, kill me with thy sword, And, in that hope, I throw mine eyes to heaven,
And not with such a cruel threat'ning look. Scorning whate'er you can amict me with.
Sweet Clifford, hear me speak before I die ;- Why come you not? What! Multitudes, and fear ?
I am loo mean a subject for thy wrath,

clif. So cowards fight, when they can fly no Be thou revenged on men, and let me live.

further; Clif. In vain thou speak'st, poor boy; myfather's So doves do peck the faulcon's piercing talons ; blood

So desperate thieves, all hopeless of their lives,
Hath stopp'd the passage where thy words shoula Breathe out invectives 'gainst the officers.

York. 0, Clifford, but bethink thee once again,
Rut. Then let my father's blood open it again; And in thy thought o'er-run my former time :
He is a man, and, Clifford, cope with him.

And, if thou canst for blushing, view this face ; Clif. Had i thy brethern here, their lives and And bite thy tougue, that slanders him with cowthine,

ardice, Were not revenge sufficient for me :

Whose frown hath made thee faint and fly ere this. No, if I digg'd up thy forefathers' graves,

Clif. I will not bandy with thee word for word; Ani' hung their rotten coffins up in chains,

But buckle with thee blows, twice two for one. It could not slake mine ire, nor ease my heart.

(Draus. The sight of any of the house of York

Q. Mar. Hold, valiant Clifford ! For a thousand Is as a fury to torment my soul ;.

causes, And till I root out their accursed line,

I would prolong awhile the traitor's life:And leave not one alive, I live in hell.

Wrath makes him deaf: Speak thou, NorthumberTherefore

(Lifting his Hand.

land. Rut. O, let me pray before I take my death :- North. Hold, Clifford ; do not honour lim so To thee pray ; Sweet Clifford, pity me!

much, Clif. Such pity as my rapier's point affords. To prick thy finger, though to wound his licart: Rut. I never did thee harm; Why wilt thou slay What valour were it, when a cur doth grin, me ?

For one to thrust his hand between his teeth, Clif. Thy father hath.

When he might spurn him with his foot away?
Rut. But 'twas ere I was born.

It is war's prize to take all 'vantages;
Thou hast one son, for his sake pity me;

And ten to one is no impeach of valour.
Lest, in revenge thereof,-sith• God is just,-

(They lay hands on York, who struggles. He be as miserably slain as I.

Clif. Ay, ay, so strives the woodcock with the Ah, let me live in prison all my days;

gin. And when I give occasion of offence,

North. So doth the coney struggle in the net. Then let me die, for now thou hast no cause,

(York is taken Prisoner. Clif. No cause?

York. So triumph thieves upon their conquer'd Thy father slew my father ; therefore, die.

booty; (Clifford stabs him. So true men 1 yield, with robbers so o'er-match'd. Rut. Dii faciant, laudis summa sit ista tua ?! North. What would your grace have done unto

(Dies.

him now? Clif. Plantagenet ! I come, Plantagenet !

R. Mar. Brave warriors, Clifford, and Northum. And this thy son's blood, cleaving to my blade,

berland, • Since.

• i. e, We boggled, made bad or bungling vosk + Heaven grant this may be your greatest boast of our attempt to rally:

Ovid. Epist. + Noontide point on the dial. * Honest men.

enter.

Rich. an oath is of no moment, bezig mi?

Before a true and lawfal magistrate,
h! That bath authority over bim luat seran:
i Henry bad none, but did usurp the piact

Then, seeing 'twas he that made you to desse
Your outh, my lord, is rain and tires
Therefore, to arms. And, father, do let go
How sweet a thing it is to wear a creva;
! Within whose creant is Els sam,

And all that poets feign of blis and jer.
Why do we linger thas! I cannot resu,
Even in the lukewarm blood of Henry' ls.
York. Richard, enough; 1will be logg

,
Brother, thou shalt to London present's,
And whet on Warwick to this enterpare,

Unul the white rose, that I sear, bedre

Thon, Richard, shalt unto the duke u

i and tell him privily of our intent.-

With whom the Kentishmen will willingly
In them I trust; for they are soldiers,

Yoll, Edward, shall unto my lord Chea

Witty and courteous, liberal, tall or gars
Whitle you are thus emplor'd, what reste

And yet the king not privy to my dni,

But that I seek occasion how to like;
Nor any of the house of Lancaster!

Enter a MESSENGER

posto

But, stay; what ness! Why cores the 11

Mess. The queen, with all the northern
Intend here to besiege you in your ade:
She is hard by with twenty thousand Iset;
And therefore fortify your hold, my los

York. Ay, with my sword. What the
Edward and Richard, you shall star von
Let noble Warwick, Cobham, and the rest
My brother Montague shall post to landar:
With powerful policy strengthen thendres
Whom we have left protectors of the day
And trust not simple Henry, or back

Mont. Brother, I go; win the
And thus most humbly I do tale grlame

• Peck.

Come make him stand upon this molehill here; These tears are my sweet Rutland's obseqnies;
That raught. at mountains with out-stretched arms, And every drop cries vengeance for his death,-,
Yet parted but the shadow with his hand. 'Gainst thee, fell Clifford, and thee, false French-
WhatI was it you, that would be England's king?

woman.
Was't you, that revell'd in our parliament,

North. Beshrew me, but his passions move me so,
And made a preachment of your higli descent! That hardly can I check my eyes from tears.
Where are your mess of sons, to back you now? York. That face of his the hangry cannibals
The wanton Edward, and the lusty George? Would not have touch'd, would not bave stain'd
And where's that valiant crook-back prodigy,

with blood :
Dicky, your boy, that, with his grombling voice, But you are more inhuman, more inexorable,-.
Was wont to cheer his dad in murojes?

0, ten times more than tigers of Hyrcania.
Or, with the rest, where is your darling Rutland ! See, ruthless queen, a hapless father's tears:
Look, York; 1 stain'd this napkint with the blood This cloth thou dipp’dst in blood of my sweet boy,
That valiant Clifford, with his rapier's point,

And I with tears do wash the blood away.
Made issue from the bosoni of the boy :

Keep thou the napkin, and go boast of this:
And, if thine eyes can water for his death,

(He gives back the Handkerchief. I give ince this to dry thy cheeks withal,

And, if thou tellist the heavy story right,
Alas, poor York! But that I hate thee deadly, Upon my soul, the hearers will shed tears;
I should lament thy miserable state.

Yea, even my fues will shed fast-jalling tears ;
I pr’ythee, grieve, to make me merry, York; And say,--Alas, it was a piteous deed!
Staip, rave, and fret, that I may sing and dance. There, take the crown, and with the crown, niy
Whal, halh thy tiery heart so parchi'd thine entrails,

curse;
Tual not a tear can fall for Rutland's death? And, in thy need, such comfort come to thee,
Why art thou patient, man? Thou shouldst be mad; As now I reap at thy too cruel hand!
And I, to make thee mad, do mock thee thus. Hard-hearted Clifford, take me from the world;
Thou wouldst be lee'd, I see, to make me sport; My soul to heaven, my blood upon your heads!
York cannot speak, unless he wear a crowi. North. Had he been slaughter-man to all my kin,
A crown for York ;-and, lords, bow low to him.- I should not for my life but weep with him,
Hold you his hands, whilst I do set it on.-

To see how inly sorrow gripes his soul.
(Putting a paper Croun on his Head. Q. Mar. Whal, weeping-ripe, my lord Northum-
Ay, marry, Sir, now looks he like a king !

berland?
Ay, this is he that took king Henry's chair ; Think but upon the wrong he did us all,
And this is he was his adopted heir.-

And that will quickly dry thy melting tears.
But how is it, that great Plantagenet

Clij. Here's for my oaih, here's for my father's
Is crown'd so soon, and broke his solemn oath ?

death.

(Stabbing him. As I bethink me, you should not be king,

Q. Mar. And here's to right our gentle-hearted Till our king Henry had shook hands with death.

king.

(Stubbing him. And will you palet your head in Henry's glory, York. Open thy gate of mercy, gracious God! And rob his temples of the diadem,

My soul fies through these wounds to seek out thee. Now in his lite, against your holy oath ?

(Dies. 0, 'lis a fault too unpardonable !-

Q. Mar. Off with his head, and set it on York Off with the crown; and with the crown his head;

gates;
And, whilst we breathe, take time to do him dead ś! So York may overlook the town of York. (Exeunt.

Clit. That is my office, for ny father's sake.
Q. Mar. Nay, stay; let's hear the orisons he

ACT IL.
makes.
York. She-wolf of France, but worse than wolves SCENE I.-A Plain near Mortimer's Cross in
of France,

Herefordshire.
Whose tongue more poisons than the adder's tooth!
llow ill-beseeming is it in thy sex,

Drums.Enter EDWARD), and RICHARD, with their
To triumph, like an Amazonian trull,

Forces, marching.
Upon their woes, whom fortone captivates?

Edw. I wonder how our princely father 'scaped,
But that thy face is, vizor-like, unchanging, Or whether he be 'scaped away or no,
Made impudent with use of evil deeds,

From Clitford's and Northamberland's pursuit;
I would assay, proud queen, to make thee blush: Had he been ta'en, we would have heard the news;
To tell thee whence thou camest, of whom derived, Had he been slain, we should have heard the news,
Were shame enough to shame thee, wert thou Or, had he'scaped, methinks we should have heard
shameless.

The happy tidings of his good escape.-
Thy father bears the type of king of Naples, How fares my brother? Why is he so sad ?
or both the Sicils, and Jerusalem;

Rich. I cannot joy, until I be resolved
Yel not so wealthy as an English yeoman.

Where our right valiant father is become.
Hath that poor monarch taught thee to insult? I saw him in the battle range about;
It needs not, nor it boots thee not, proud queen; And watch'd him how he singled Clifford forth.
Unless the adage must be veritied, -

Methought he boret him in the thickest troop,
'That beggars, mounted, run their horse to death. As doch a lion in a herd of neat::
'Tis beauty that doth oft make women proud; Or as a bear, encompass'd round with dogs;
But God, he knows, thy share thereof is small : Who having pinch'd a few, and made them cry,
'Tis virtue that doth make them most admired ; The rest stand all aloof, and bark at him.
The contrary doth make thee wonder'd at:

So fared our father with his enemies;
'Tis government I, that makes them seem divine; So fled his enemies my warlike father;
The want thereof makes thee abominable :

Methinks, 'tis prize enough to be his son.
Thou art as opposite to every good,

See, how the morning opes her golden gates,
As the antipodes are unto ns,

And takes her farewell of the glorious sung!
Qr as the south to the septentrion **.

How well resembles it the prime of youth,
0, tiger's heart, wrapp'd in a roman's hide! Trimm'd like a younker, prancing to his love?
How couldst thou drain the life-blood of the child, Edw. Dazzle inine eyes, or do I see three suns?
To bid the father wipe his eyes withal,

Rich. Three glorious suns, each one a perfect san;
And yet be scen to bear a woman's face?

Not separated with the racking clouds I.
Women are soft, mild, pitiful, and flexible; But sever'd in a pale clear-shining sky.
Thou stern, obdurale, flinty, rougii, reunoiseless. See, see! they join, embrace, and seem to kiss,
Bid'st thou me rage? Why, now thou hast thy wisb: As if they vow'd some league inviolable :
Wonldst have me weup? Why, now thou hast thy Now are iney but one lamp, one lighi, one sun.
will:

In this the heaven figures sume event.
For raging wind blows up incessant showers, Edw. 'Tis wondrous surange, the like yet never
And, when the rage allays, the rain begiis.

heard of.

I think, it cites us, brother, to the field;
Reacher.

+ Handkerchier.
# Impale, encircle with a crown.

Kill him.

• Sufferings. The distinguishing mark.

Neat caille; cows, oxen, &c. & Government, milie language of the time, sig. ♡ Aurora takes for a time her farewell of the sun, nifica eveniless of temper, anu decency of manners. when she dismisses him to his diurnal course. • The North.

|| The clouds in rapid tumultuary motion.

+ Demeaned himsell.