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THIRD PART OF
KING HENRY VI.
Sir JOHN MORTIMER, Uncles to the Duke of
LIAN STANLEY.-SIR JOHN ÁLONTGOMERY.-SIR-
KING HENRY THE SIXTH.
-EARL OY OXFORD,- EART. OP Nonto ou King
King Edwird IV.
King Edward, Messengers, Watctmen, &c.
ring all the rest of the Play, in England.
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
War. The blondy parliament shall this be callid,
Unless Plantagenet, duke of York, be king; Whereat the great lord of Northumberland,
And bashful Henry deposed, whose cowardice
Hath made us by-words to our enemies.
York. Then lease me not, my lords; be resolute;
I mean to take possession of my right.
War. Neither the king, nor' he that loves him
The proudest he that holds up Lancaster,
I'll plant Plantagenet, root him up who dares :-
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.
Flourish : Enter King HENRY, CLIFFORD, Nox
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.
He durst not sit there, had your father lived. K, Hin. Henry the fourth by conquest got the
York. Twas Ly rebellion against his king.
K. Hen. I know not what lo say; my title's K. Ken. Ah, know you not, the city favours
Tell me, may not a king adopt an heir ?
K. llen. An it he may, then anr I lawful king :
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
I'ar. Do right unto this princely duke of York ;
West. Plantagenet, of thee, and these thy sons, Write up his title yith usurping blood.
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.
K. Hen. I am content: Richard Plantagenet,
Člif. What wrong is this unto the prince your
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,
Edu. Sweet father, du so; set it on your head. And die in bands tor this unmanly deed !
Or live in peace, abandon'd, and despised !
(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.
But, be it as it may :--I here entail
To seek to put me down, and reign thyself,
* i. e. Detrimental to the general rights of here * Since.
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.
Enter EDWARD, RICHARD, and MONTAGUE.
Rich. Brother, though I be youngest, give me
Edw. No, I can better play the orator.
Mlont. But I have reasons strong and forcible. court.
York. Why, how now, sons and brother, at a
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?
York. I took an oath, that he should quietly
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.
York. I shall be, if I claim by open war.
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,
Your oath, my lord, is vain and frivolons.
Therefore, to arms. And, father, do but think,
How sweet a thing it is to wear a crown;
Within whose circuit is Elysium,
Until the white rose, that I wear, be dyed
York. Richard, enough ; I will be king, or die.-
And whet on Warwick to this enterprise.-
Thou, Richard, shalt unto the duke vi Norfolk,
With whom the Kentishmen will willingly rise :
In them I trust; for they are soldiers,
Witty + and courteous, liberal, full of spirit.-
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 yet the king not privy to my drist,
Nor any of the house of Lancaster?
Enter a MESSENGER.
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.
Intend here to besiege you in your castle:
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.
+ 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
York. Mine, boy ! Not till kung Hearsten
Rich. PIl prove the contrary, if you'd
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
SCENE IV.–The same.
York. The army of the queen hath got the field :
My uncles both are slain in rescuing ine;
(A March afar off. Or lambs pursued by hunger-starved wolves.
But this I know,-they have demean'd themselves
did Richard make a lane to me; great,
And thrice cried-Courage, father! Fight it out !
And fall as oft came Edward to my side,
With purple faulchion, painted to the hilt
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
With bootless labour swim against the ude,
(A short Alarum within.
Ah, hark! the fatal followers do pursue ;
And I am faint, and cannot fly their fury:
The sands are number'd, that make up my life;
Here must I stay, and here my life must end.
Enter Queen MARGARET, CLIFFORD, NORTHUM
BERLAND, and Soldjers.
I dare your quenchless fury to more rage;
Clil. Ay, to such mercy, as his ruthless arm,
Rut. So looks the pent-up lion o'er the wretch Now Phaeton hath tumbled from his car,
And made an evening at the noontide prick t.
York. My ashes, as the phenix, may bring forth
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,
York. 0, Clifford, but bethink thee once again,
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?
It is war's prize to take all 'vantages;
And ten to one is no impeach of valour.
(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
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.
Rich. an oath is of no moment, bezig mi?
Before a true and lawfal magistrate,
Then, seeing 'twas he that made you to desse
And all that poets feign of blis and jer.
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
Yoll, Edward, shall unto my lord Chea
Witty and courteous, liberal, tall or gars
And yet the king not privy to my dni,
But that I seek occasion how to like;
Enter a MESSENGER
But, stay; what ness! Why cores the 11
Mess. The queen, with all the northern
York. Ay, with my sword. What the
Mont. Brother, I go; win the
Come make him stand upon this molehill here; These tears are my sweet Rutland's obseqnies;
North. Beshrew me, but his passions move me so,
with blood :
0, ten times more than tigers of Hyrcania.
And I with tears do wash the blood away.
Keep thou the napkin, and go boast of this:
(He gives back the Handkerchief. I give ince this to dry thy cheeks withal,
And, if thou tellist the heavy story right,
Yea, even my fues will shed fast-jalling tears ;
To see how inly sorrow gripes his soul.
And that will quickly dry thy melting tears.
Clij. Here's for my oaih, here's for my father's
(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.
(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;
Clit. That is my office, for ny father's sake.
Drums.Enter EDWARD), and RICHARD, with their
Edw. I wonder how our princely father 'scaped,
From Clitford's and Northamberland's pursuit;
The happy tidings of his good escape.-
Rich. I cannot joy, until I be resolved
Where our right valiant father is become.
Methought he boret him in the thickest troop,
So fared our father with his enemies;
Methinks, 'tis prize enough to be his son.
See, how the morning opes her golden gates,
And takes her farewell of the glorious sung!
How well resembles it the prime of youth,
Rich. Three glorious suns, each one a perfect san;
Not separated with the racking clouds I.
In this the heaven figures sume event.
I think, it cites us, brother, to the field;
• 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.