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• I'll plant Plantagenet, root him up who dares :-|| York. Will you, we show our title to the crown? Resolve thee, Richard; claim the English crown.ll. If not, our swords shall plead it in the field. [Warwick leads York to the throne, who seats | K. Hen. What title hast thou, traitor, to the himself.

crown? Flourish. Enter King Henry, Clifford, Northum

|| Thy father was, as thou art, duke of York;

Thy grandfather. Roger Mortimer. earl of March : berland, Westmoreland, Exeter, and others, with

I am the son of Henry the Fifth, red roses in their hats.

Who made the dauphin and the French to stoop, K. Hen. My lords, look where the sturdy rebel sits, || And seiz'd upon their towns and provinces Even in the chair of state! belike, he means War. Talk not of France, sith' thou hast lost it all. (Back'd by the power of Warwick, that false peer) || K. Hen. The lord protector lost it, and not I; To aspire unto the crown, and reign as king. When I was crown'd, 'I was but nine months old. Earl of Northumberland, he slew thy father ; | Rich. You are old enough now, and yet, methinks And thine, lord Clifford; and you both have vow'd

you lose : revenge

Father, tear the crown from the usurper's head. On him, his sons, his favourites, and his friends. Edw. Sweet father, do so; set it on your head.

North. If I be not, heavens, be reveng'don me! Mont. Good brother, (To York.) as thou lov'st Clif. The hope thereof makes Clifford mourn in

and honour'st arms, steel.

Let's fight it out, and not stand cavilling thus. West. What, shall we suffer this? let's pluck him Rich. Sound drums and trumpets, and the king down:

will fly. • My heart for anger burns, I cannot brook it. York. Sons, peace!

K. Hen. Be patient, gentle earlof Westmoreland. K. Hen. Peace thou! and give king Henry leave Clif. Patience is for poltroons, and such as he;

to speak. He durst not sit there had your father liv d.

War Plantagenet shall speak first :-hear him, My gracious lord, here in the parlianent

lords; Let us assail the family of York.

And be you silent and attentive too, North. Well hast thou spoken, cousin ; be it so. For he, that interrupts him, shall not live.

K. Hen. Ah, know you not, the city favours them, || •K. Hen. Think'st thou, that I will leave my And they have troops of soldiers at their beck? I kingly throne, Exe. But when the duke is slain, they'll quickly fly. || Wherein my grandsire, and my father, sat? K. Hen. Far be the thought of this from Henry's || No : first shall war unpeople this my realm; heart,

* Ay, and their colours-often borne in France; To make a shambles of the parliament-house! || And now in England, to our heart's great sorrow,Cousin of Exeter, frowns, words, and threats, Shall be my winding sheet.—Why faint you, lords? Shall be the war that Henry means to use. l. My title's good, and better far than his.

(They advance to the Duke War. But prove it, Henry, and thou shalt be king. Thou factious duke of York, descend my throne, K. Hen. Henry the Fourth by conquest got the And kneel for grace and mercy at my feet;

crown. I am thy sovereign.

York. 'Twas by rebellion against his king. York.

Thou art deceiv'd, I am thine.ll K. Hen. I know not what to say ; my title's weak. Exe. For shame, come down; he made thee duke Tell me, may not a king adopt an heir of York.

York. What then? York. 'Twas my inheritance, as the earldom was. “K. Hen. An if he may, then am I lawful king: Ere. Thy father was a traitor to the crown. |*For Richard, in the view of many lords,

War. Exeter, thou art a traitor to the crown, Resign'd the crown to Henry the Fourth; In following this usurping Henry.

Whose heir my father was, and I am his. Clif. Whom should be follow, but his natural || York. He rose against him, being his sovereign, king?

And made him to resign his crown perforce. War. True, Clifford; and that's Richard, duke War. Suppose, my lords, he did it unconstrain'd, of York.

Think you, 'twere prejudicial to his crown2 K. Hen. And shall I stand, and thou sit in my Exe: No; for he could not so resign his crown, throne ?

But that the next heir should succeed and reign. • York. It must and shall be so. Content thyself. K. Hen. Art thou against us, duke of Exeter? War. Be duke of Lancaster, let him be king. Exe. His is the right, and therefore pardon me.

West. He is both king and duke of Lancaster : 11 * York. Why whisper you, my lords, and answer And that the lord of Westmoreland shall maintain.

not? War. And Warwick shall disprove it. You forget, Exe. My conscience tells me he is lawful king. That we are those, which chas'd you from the field,|| K. Hen. All will revolt from me, and turn to him. And slew your fathers, and with colours spread North. Plantagenet, for all the claim thou lay'st, March'd through the city to the palace gates. | Think not, that Henry shall be so depos'd.

North. Yes, Warwick, I remember it to my grief;|| War. Depos'd he shall be, in despite of all. And, by his soul, thou and thy house shall rue it. North. Thou art deceiv'd: 'tis not thy southern

West. Plantagenet, of thee, and these thy sons, || power, Thy kinsmen, and thy friends, I'll have more lives,l. Of Essex, Norfolk, Suffolk, nor of Kent, Than drops of blood were in my father's veins. || Which makes thee thus presumptuous and proud, *Clif. Urge it no more ; lest that, instead of can set the duke up, in despite of me. , words,

Clif. King Henry, be thy title right or wrong, I send thee, Warwick, such a messenger, Lord Clifford vows to fight in thy defence : As shall revenge his death, before I stir.

May that ground gape, and swallow me alive, War. Poor Clifford! how I scorn his worth-. Where I shall kneel to him that slew my father! less threats!

(2) i. e. Detrimental to the general rights of (1) Since.

ll hereditary royalty.

* R. Ho! ocliford, how thy words revive my eart! York. Henry of Lancaster, resign thy crown;– What mutter you, or what conspire you, lords? War. Do right unto this princely duke of York; Or I will fill the house with armed men, And, o'er the chair of state, where now he sits, Write up his title with usurping blood. He stamps, and the soldiers show themselves. “K. Hen. My lord of Warwick, hear me but one word;— “Let me, for this my life-time, reign as king. York. Confirm the crown to me, and tomine heirs, And thou shalt reign in quiet whilst thou liv'st. K. Hen. I am content: Richard Plantagenet, . Enjoy the kingdom after my decease. lif. What wrong is this unto the prince your son? War. What good is this to England, and himself? West. Base, fearful, and despairing Henry! ‘Clif. How hast thou injured both thyself and us! West. I cannot stay to hear these articles. .North. Nor I. Clif. Come, cousin, let us tell the queen these

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son, Whom I unnaturally shall disinherit. But, be it as it may:—I here entail “The crown to thee, and to thine heirs for ever; Conditionally, that here thou take an oath To cease this civil war, and, whilst I live, To honour me as thy king and sovereign; *And neither by treason, nor hostility, *To seek to put me down, and reign thyself. York. This oath I willingly take, and will perform. Mos from the throne. War. Long live king Henry!—Plantagenet, embrace him. * “K. Hen. And long live thou, and these thy forward sons ! York. Now York and Lancaster are reconcil'd, Exe. Accurs'd be he, that seeks to make them foes! [Senet. The lords come forward. “York. Farewell, my gracious lord; I'll to my castle. War. And I'll keep London, with my soldiers. .Norf. And I to Norfolk, with my followers. JMont. And I unto the sea, from whence I came. [Ereunt York, and his Sons, Warwick, Norfolk, Montague, Soldiers, and Attendants. * K. Hen. And I, with grief and sorrow, to the court.

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nue. * Q, JMar. Enforc'd thee! art thou king, and

wilt be forc'd? I shame to hear thee speak. Ah, timorous wretch! Thou hast undone thyself, thy son, and me; “And given unto the house of York such head, * As thou shalt reign but by their sufferance. *To entail him and his heirs unto the crown, *What is it, but to make thy sepulchre, *And creep into it far before thy time? * Warwick is chancellor, and the lord of Calais; Stern Faulconbridge commands the narrow seas; The duke is made protector of the realm; “And yet shalt thou be safe? “such safety finds *The trembling lamb, environed with wolves. “Had I been there, which am a silly woman, “The soldiers should have toss'd me on their pikes, “Before I would have granted to that act. *But thou preferr'st thy life before thine honour: “And seeing thou dost, I here divorce myself, “Both from thy table, Henry, and thy bed, “Until that act of parliament be repeal’d, ‘Whereby my son is disinherited. The northern lords, that have forsworn thy colours, Will follow mine, if once they see them spread: “And spread they shall be; to thy foul disgrace, “And utter ruin of the house of }. “Thus do I leave thee:-Come, son, let's away; “Our army's ready; come, we'll after them.

K. Hen. so gentle Margaret, and hear me sneak.

Q. Maori. hast spoke too much already; get thee gone. K. Hen. Gentle son Edward, thou wilt stay with me? Q. Mar. Ay, to be murder'd by his enemies. Prino, wo I return with victory from the eld, I'll see your grace: till then, I'll follow her. Q, JMar. ë. son, away; we may not linger thus. [Exe. Queen Mar. and the Prince. “K. Hen. Poor queen! how love to me, and to her son, ‘Hath made her break out into terms of rage! “Reveng'd may she be on that hateful duke; * Whose haughty spirit, winged with desire, * Will cost my crown, and, like an empty eagle, * Tire? on the flesh of me, and of my son! *The loss of those three lords torments my heart: * I'll write unto them, and entreat them fair; * Come, cousin, you shall be the messenger. * Exe. And I, I hope, shall reconcile them all. [Exeunt. SCENTE II.-A room in Sandal Castle, near Wakefield, in Yorkshire. Enter Edward, Richard, and Montague. “Rich. Brother, though I be youngest, give me leave. Edw. No, I can better play the orator. JMont. But I have reasons strong and forcible.

Enter York.

* York. Why, how now, sons and brother, at a strife? “What is your quarrel? how began it first? * Edw. No quarrel, but a slight contention. York. About what? “Rich. About that which concerns your grace,

and us: “The crown of England, father, which is yours. “York. Mine, boy? not till king Henry be dead. * Rich. Your ; depends not on his life, or death. * Edw. Now you are heir, therefore enjoy it now: * By giving the house of Lancaster leave to breathe, * It will outrun you, father, in the end. “York. I took an oath, that he should quietly

reign. “Edw. But, for a kingdom, any oath may be broken : *I'd break a thousand oaths, to reign one year. “Rich. No; God forbid, your grace should be forsworn. York. I shall be, if I claim by open war. Rich. I'll * the contrary, if you'll hear me soeak. * York. *. canst not, son; it is impossible. “Rich. An oath is of no moment, being not took “Before a true and lawful magistrate, “That hath authority over him that swears: “Henry had none, but did usurp the place; “Then, seeing 'twas he that made you to depose, ‘Your oath, my lord, is vain and frivolous. * Therefore, to arms. * And, father, do but think, *How sweet a thing it is to wear a crown; * Within whose circuit is Elysium, *And all that poets feign of bliss and joy. * Why do we linger thus? I cannot rest, * Until the white rose, that I wear, be died * Even in the lukewarm blood of Henry's heart. 4. Yorkouri, enough; I will be king, or le.‘Brother, thou shalt to London presently, “And whet on Warwick to this enterprise.— “Thou, Richard, shalt unto the duke of Norfolk, “And tell him privily of our intent.— * You, Edward, shall unto my lord Cobham, With whom the Kentish-men will willingly rise: “In them I trust; for they are soldiers, “Witty! and courteous, liberal, full of spirit.— 4. W. you are thus employ'd, what resteth more, *But that I seek occasion how to rise; “And yet the king not privy to my drift, “Nor any of the house of caster? Enter a Messenger.

“But, stay; what news? Why com'st thouin such st ‘..Mess. The queen, with all the northern earls and lords, “Intend here to besiege you in your castle: “She is hard by with twenty thousand men; “And therefore fortify your hold, my lord. * York. Ay, with my sword. What! think'st thou, that we fear them 2–

(1) Of sound judgment.

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“And till I root out their accursed line,
“And leave not one alive, I live in hell.
Therefore— [Lifting his hand.
Rut. O, let me pray before I take my death:-
To thee I pray; Sweet Clifford, pity me !
Clif. Such pity as my rapier's point affords.
Rut. I never did thee ho Why wilt thou
slay me?
Clif Thy father hath.
Rut. But 'twas ere I was born.
Thou hast one son, for his sake pity me;
Lest, in revenge thereof—sith § is just,-
He be as miserably slain as I.
Ah, let me live in prison all my days;
And when I give occasion of offence,
Then let medie, for now thou hast no cause.
Clif. No cause?
Thy father slew my father; therefore, die.
[Clifford stabs him
Rut. Dii faciant, laudis summa sit ista of.
tes.
Clif Plantagenet! I come, Plantagenet!
And this thy son's blood cleaving to my blade,
Shall rust upon my weapon, till thy blood,
Congeal’d with this, do make me wipe off o
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SCE.WE IV.-The same. Alarum. Enter York.

‘York. The army of the queen hath got the field: “My uncles both are slain in rescuing me; “And all my followers to the eager foe “Turn back, and fly, like ships before the wind, “Or lambs pursu'd by hunger-starved wolves. “My sons—God knows, what hathbechanced them: But this I know, they have demean'd themselves Like men born to renown, by life, or death. “Three times did Richard make a lane to me; And thrice cried, Courage, father! fight it out! “And full as oft came Edward to my ź. With purple falchion, painted to the hilt ‘In blood of those that had encounter'd him: “And when the hardiest warriors did retire, *Richard golars." and give no foot of

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“And cried, A crown, or else a glorious tomb!
‘.A sceptre, or an earthly sepulchre!
With this we charg’d again; but, out, alas!
* We 'd” again; as I have seen a swan
“With bootless labour swim against the tide,
And spend her strength with over-matching waves.
.A. short alarum within.
“Ah, hark! the fatal followers do pursue;
“And I am faint, and cannot fly their fury:
“And, were I strong, I would not shun 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, Northumberland, and Soldiers.

“Come, bloodyClifford, rough Northumberland,“I dare your quenchless fury to more rage; * I am your butt, and I o your shot. .North. Yield to our mercy, proud Plantagenet. Clif Ay, to such mercy, as his ruthless arm, With downright payment, show'd unto my father. Wow Phaeton hath tumbled from his car, And made an evening at the noontide prick." York. My ashes, as the phoenix, may bring forth ‘A bird that will revenge upon you . • And, in that hope, I throw mine eyes to heaven, Scorning whate'er you can afflict me with. (1) Since. (2) Heaven grant this may beyour greatest boast. gran y Ovid. Epist.

“Why come you not? what! multitudes, and fear?
Clif. So cowards fight, when they can fly no
further;
“So doves do peck the falcon's piercing talons;
So desperate thieves, all hopeless of their lives,
Breathe out invectives 'gainst the officers.
York, Q, Clifford, but bethink thee once again,
“And in thy thought o'er-run my former time:
* And, if thou canst for blushing, view this face;
And bite thy tongue, that fo him with
cowardice,
“Whose frown hath made thee faint and fly ere this.
Clif. I will not bandy with thee word for word;
But buckle with thee blows, twice two for one.

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.North. What would your grace have done unto

him now * Q. Mar. Brave warriors, Clifford, and Northumberland, Come, make him stand upon this mole-hill here; “That raughto atmountains with outstretched arms, Yet parted but the shadow with his hand.— * What! was it you, that would be England's king? Was't you that revell'd in our parliament, And made a preachment of your high descent? Where are your mess of sons to back you now; The wanton Edward, and the lusty George? ‘And where's that valiant crook-back prodigy, Dicky your boy, that, with his grumbling voice, Was wont to cheer his dad in mutinies? Or, with the rest, where is your darling Rutland? Look, York; I stain'd this napkins with the blood That valiant Clifford, with his rapier's point, Made issue from the bosom of the boy: And, if thine eyes can water for his death, I give thee this to dry thy cheeks withal. ‘Alas, poor York! but that I hate thee deadly, I should lament thy miserable state. I pr’ythee, grieve, to make me merry, York: Stamp, rave, and fret, that I may sing and dance. What, hath thy fiery heart so parch'd thine entrails, That not a tear can fall for Rutland's death? * Whyart thoupatient, man? thoushould'st be mad; *And I, to make thee mad, do mock thee thus. Thou would'st be feed, I see, to make me sport; York cannot speak, unless he wear a crown.— A crown for York; and, lords, bow low to him.— Hold you his hands, whilst I do set it on.— [Putting a paper crown on his head.

(3) i.e. We boggled, made bad or bungling work of our attempt to rally.

(4) Noontide point on the dial. (5) Honest men.

(6) Reached. (7) Handkerchief.

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Inakes. York. She-wolf of France, but worse than

wolves of France, ‘Whose tongue more poisons than the adder's tooth! How ill-beseeming is it in thy sex, To triumph like an Amazonian trull, “Upon their woes, whom fortune captivates? But that thy face is, visor-like, unchanging, Made impudent with use of evil deeds, I would assay, proud queen, to make thee blush: To tell thee whence thou cam'st, of whom deriv'd, Were *...* to shame thee, wert thou not

ess. Thy father bears the of king of Naples, Of %. the Sicils, an ::::::: p Yet not so wealthy as an English yeoman. Hath that poor monarch taught thee to insult? It needs not, nor it boots thee not, proud queen; Unless the adage must be verified, That beggars, mounted, run their horse to death. 'Tis beauty, that doth oft make women proud; But, God he knows, thy share thereof is small: 'Tis virtue, that doth make them most admir'd; The contrary doth make thee wonder'd at: 'Tis government," that makes them seem divine; The want thereof makes thee abominable: Thou art as opposite to every good, As the Antipodes are unto us, Or as the south to the sententrion.5 O, tiger's heart, wrapp'd in a woman's hide! How could'st thou drain the life-blood of the child, To bid the father wipe his eyes withal, And yet be seen to bear a woman's face? Women are soft, mild, pitiful, and flexible; “Thou, stern, obdurate, flinty, rough, remorseless. “Bid'st thoume rage? why, now thouhast thy wish: * Would'st * me weep? why, now thou hast thy will “For raging wind blows up incessant showers, And, when the rage allays, the rain begins. These tears are my sweet Rutland's obsequies; “And every drop cries vengeance for his death, “'Gainst thee, fell Clifford, and thee, false Frenchwoman. JNorth. Beshrewme, buthis passions movemeso, That hardly can I check my eyes from tears. York. That face of his the fo. cannibals Would not have touch'd, would not have stain'd with blood: But you are more inhuman, more inexorable, O, ten times more, than tigers of Hyrcania. See, ruthless queen, a hapless father's tears: This cloth thou dipp'dstin blood of my sweet boy,

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And I with tears do wash the blood away.
Keep thou the napkin, and go boast of this:
He gives back the handkerchief
And, if thou tell'st the heavy story right,
Upon my soul, the hearers will shed tears;
Yea, even my foes will shed folling tears,
And say,+Alas, it was a piteous deed!—
There, take the crown, and, with the crown, my

curse; And, in thy need, such comfort come to thee, As now I reap at thy too cruel hand!— Hard-hearted Clifford, take me from the world; My soul to heaven, my blood upon your heads! JNorth. Had he been slaughter-man to all my kin, “I should not for my life but weep with him, To see how inly sorrow gripes his soul. Q. Mar. What, weeping-ripe, my lord Northumberland?

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‘How fares my brother? why is he so sad?
Rich. I cannot joy, until I be resolv’d
Where our right valiant father is become.
“I saw him in the battle range about;
“And watch'd him, how he singled Clifford forth.
‘Methought, he bore him' in the thickest troop,
As doth a lion in a herd of neat:8
* Or as a bear, encompass'd round with dogs;
* Who having pinch'd a few, and made them cry,
* The rest stand all aloof, and bark at him.
* So far'd our father with his enemies;
“So fled his enemies my warlike father;
‘Methinks, 'tis prize enough to be his son.
See, how the morning opes her golden gates,
And takes her farewell of the glorious sun 19
*How well resembles it the prime of youth,
*Trimm'd like a younker, prancing to his love!
Edw. Dazzle mine eyes, or do I see three suns?
Rich. Three glorious suns, each one a perfect
sun;

Not separated with the racking clouds, 0

(7) Demeaned himself. (8) Neat cattle; cows, oxen, &c. (9) Aurora takes for a time her farewell of the sun when she dismisses him to his diurnal course. (10) i. e. The clouds in rapid tumultuary motion.

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