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• Tey'll pawn their swords for my enfranchise-1* Thou mad misleader of thy brain-sick son ! ment.

* What, wilt thou on thy death-bed play the rullian, "Q. Mar. Call hither Clifford ; bid him come * And seek for sorrow with thy spectacles? amain,

* (, where is faith? (), where is loyalty ? * To say, if that the bastard boys of York * $ * If it be banish'd from the frosty head, * Shall be the surety for their traitor father. * Where shall it find a harbour in the earth?

* York. O blood-bespotted Neapolitan, * Wilt thou go dig a grave to find out war, • Outcast of Naples, England's bloody scourge! 1* And shame thine honourable age with blood ? "The sons of York, thy betters in their birth, * Why art thou old, and want'st experience • Shall be their father's bail; and bane to those * Or wherefore dosi abuse it, if thou hast it? That for my surety will refuse the boys.

* For shame! in duty bend thy knee to me,'

* That bows unto the grave with mickle age. Enter Edward and Richard Plantagenet, roith * S. My lord, I have considered with myself

forces, at one side; at the other, with forces also, * The title of this most renowned duke; 'Old Clifford and his son.

* And in my conscience do repute his grace * See, where they come; I'll warrant they'll make * The rightful heir to England's royal seat. it good.

* K. Hen. Hast thou not sworn allegiance unto * Q. Mar. And here comes Clifford, to deny me ? their bail.

| Sal. I have. Clif. Health and all happiness to my lord the * K. Hen. Canst thou dispense with heaven for king!

[Kneels.

such an oath? * York. I thank thee, Clifford: Say, whät news

* Sal. It is great sin, to swear unto a sin; with thee?

* But greater sin, to keep a sinful oath. 'Nay, do not fright us with an angry look: * Who can be bound by any solemn vow . We are thy sovereign, Clifford, kneel again ; * To do a murderous deed, to rob a man, For thy mistaking so, we pardon thee.

1* To force a spotless virgin's chastity, Clif. This is my king, York, I do not mistake;/* To reave the orphan of his patrimony, But thou mistak'st me much, to think I do:-- * To wring the widow from her custom'd right; .To Bedlam with him! is the man grown mad? * And have no other reason for this wrong, 'K. Hen. Ay, Clifford ; a bedlam and ambitious * But that he was bound by a solemn oath? humour

R. Mar. A subtle traitor needs no sophister. Makes him oppose himself against his king.

K. Hen. Call Buckingham, and bid him arm Clif. He is a traitor; let him to the Tower,

himself. And chop away that factious pate of his.

" York. Call Buckingham, and all the friends Q. Mar. He is arrested, but will not obey;

thou hast, His sons, he says, shall give their words for him. I am resolv'd for death, or dignity. York. Will you not, sons?

| Clif. The first, I warrant Thee, if dreams prove Edu. Ay, noble father, if our words will serve.

true. 'Rich. And if words will not, then our weapons 'War. You were best to go to bed, and dream shall.

again, * Clif. Why, what a brood of traitors have we to keep thee from the tempest of the field. here!

| Clif.' I am resolv'd to bear a greater storm, * York. Look in a glass, and call thy image so; Than any thou canst conjure up to-day; *I am thy king, and thou a false-heart traitor.

And that I'll write upon thy burgonet, Call hither to the stake my two brave bears,'

Might I but know thee by ihy household badge. * That, with the very shaking of their chains, War. Now, by my father's badge, old Nevil's They may astonish these fell lurking curs;

crest, * Bid Salisbury, and Warwick, come to me.

The rampant bear chain'd to the ragged staff,

This day I'll wear aloft my burgonet;: Drums. Enter Warwick and Salisbury, with

(As on a mountain-top the cedar shows,

That keeps his leaves in spite of any storm,) *Clif. Are these thy bears ? we'll bait thy bears Even to affright thee with a view therof. to death,

Clif. And from thy burgonet I'll rend thy bear, ' And manacle the bear-ward” in their chains, | And tread it under foot with all contempt, If thou darfst bring them to the baiting-placé. Despite the bear-ward that protects the bear.

Rich. Oft have I seen a hot o'erweening cur "Y. Clif. And so to arms, victorious father, * Run back and bite, because he was withheld: To quell the rebels, and their 'complices. * Who, being suffer'd with the bear's fell paw, | Rich. Fie! charity, for shame! speak not in spite, * Hath clapp'd his tail between his legs, and cry'd: For you shall sup with Jesu Christ to-night. * And such a piece of service will you do T Y. Clif. Foul stigmatic, that's more than thou If you oppose yourselves to match lord Warwick.

canst tell. *Clif. Hence, heap of wrath, foul indigested * Rich. If not in heaven, you'll surely sup in lump,

hell.

(Ereunt severally, * As crooked in thy manners as thy shape!

Alarums : Ercur. • York. Nay, we shall heat you thoroughly anon. J SCENE II.-Saint Albans. Clif. Take heed, lest by your heat you burn

sions. Enter Warwick. yourselves.

War. Clifford of Cumberland, 'tis Warwick calls! * K. Hen, Why, Warwick, hath thy knee forgot And if thou dost not hide thee from the bear, to bow ?

Now,—when the angry trumpet sounds alarm, * Ou Salisbury, shame to thy silver hair, And dead men's cries do fill the empty air,

(1) The Nevils, earls of Warwick, had a bear (3) Helmet. and ragged staff for their crest.

(4) One on whom nature has set a mark of de (2) Bear-keeper.

Iformity, a stigma.

forces.

Clifford, I say, come forth and fight with me! 1* Meet I an infant of the house of York,
Proud northern lord, Clifford of Cumberland, * Into as many gobbets will I cut it,
Warwick is hoarse with calling thee to arms. | * As wild Medea young Absyrtus did:

* In cruelty will I seek out toy fame.
Enter York.

* Come, thou new ruin of old Clifford's house; 'How now, my noble lord ? what, all a-foot ?

[Taking up the body. * York. The deadly-handed Clifford slew my! As did Æneas old Anchises bear, steed;

|' So bear I thee upon my manly shoulders; But match to match I have encountered him,

1* But then Æneas bare a living load, "And made a prey for carrion kites and crows * Nothing so heavy as these woes of mine. (Exit. Even of the bonny beast he lov'd so well.

Enter Richard Plantagenet and Somerset, fightEnter Clifford.

ing, and Somerset is killed. • War. Or one or both of us the time is come. Rich. So, lie thou there ;-York. Hold, Warwick, seek thee out some other. For, underneath an ale-house' paltry sign, chace,

The Castle in Saint Albans, Somerset For I myself must hunt this deer to death.

Hath made the wizard famous in his death.-War. Then, nobly, York ; 'tis for a crown thou * Sword, hold thy temper; heart, be wrathsul still : fight'st.-

* Priest pray for enemies, but princes kill. (Exit. * As I intend, Clifford, to thrive to-day,

Alaruins : Excursions. Enter King Henry, Queen It grieves my soul to leave thee unassail'd.

[Eril Warwick. Margaret, and others, retreating. Clif. What seest thou in me, York? Why dost 'Q. Mar. Away, my lord ! you are slow; for thou pause ?

_ shame, away! • York. With thy brave bearing should I be in love, * K. Hen. Can we outrun the heavens ? good • But that thou art so fast mine enemy.

Margaret, stay. *Clif. Nor should thy prowess want praise and * Q. Mar. What are you made of! you'll not esteem,

fight, nor fly: . But that 'tis shown ignobly, and in treason. * Now is it manhood, wisdom, and defence,

" York. So let it help me now against thy sword, * To give the enemy way: and to secure us "As I in justice and true right express it!

* By what we can, which can no more but fly. Clif. My soul and body on the action both!

(Alarum afar off. • York. A dreadful lav ! --address thee instantly. * If you be ta’en, we then should see the bottom

[They fight, and Clifford falls. * of all our fortunes : but if we haply 'scape *Clif. La fin couronne les auvres.

[Dies. * (As well we mav, if not through your neglect) • York. Thus war hath given thee peace, for * Ve shall to Loudon get; where you are lov'd; thou art still.

* And where this breach, now in our fortunes made, *Peace with his soul, heaven, if it be thy will! * May readily be stopp'd,

[Exit. Enter Young Clifford.

Enter Youmg Clifford. * Y. Clif. Shame and confusion ! all is on the * Y. Clif. But that my heart's on future misrout;

chief set, * Fear frames disorder, and disorder wounds

* I would speak blasphemy ere bid vou fly; * Where it should guard. O war, thou son of hell,

on or well. But fly vou must; uncurable discomfit * Whom angry heavens do make their minister,

* Reigns in the hearts of all our present parts." * Throw in the frozen bosoms of our part

* Away, for your relief! and we will live * Hot coals of vengeance !--Let no soldier fly:

* To see their day, and them our fortune give : * He that is truly dedicate to war,

* Away, my lord, away! * Hath no self-love ; nor he, that loves himself, * Hath not essentially, but by circumstance,

SCENE III.-Fields near Saint Albans. Alar. * The name of valour.-0, let the vile world end,

um: Retreat. Flourish; then enter York, Rich[Seeing his dead father.

ard Plantagenet, Warwick, and Soldiers, with * And the premised? flames of the last day

drum and colours. * Knit earth and heaven together!

York. Or Salisbury, who can report of him; * Now let the general trumpet blow his blast, * That winter lion, who, in rage, forgets * Particularities and petty sounds

* Aged contusions and all brush of time;". * To cease!)_Wast thou ordain'd, dear father, * And, like a gallant in the brow of youth, * To lose thy youth in peace, and to achieve 1* Repairs him with occasion ? this happy day, * The silver livery of advised age;

* Is not itsell, nor have we won one foot, * And, in thy reverence, and thy chair-days, thus * Is Salisbury be lost. * To die in ruffian battle ?-Even at this sight, Rich.

My noble father, * My heart is turp'd to stone: and, while 'tis 'Three times to-day I holp him to his horse, mine,

· Three times bestrid him, thrice I led him off, * It shall be stony. York not our old men spares ;). Persuaded him from any further act: * No more will I their babes : tears virginal * But still, where danger was, still there I met him; * Shall be to me even as the dew to fire ;

* And like rich hangings in a homely house, * And beauty, that the tyrant o reclains,

* So was his will in his old feeble body. * Shall to my daming wrath be oil and flax. * But, noble as he is, look where he comes . Henceforth, I will not have to do with pity :

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Enter Salisbury.

l'For, as I hear, the king is fled to London,

To call a present court of parliament. 'Sal. Now, by my sword, well hast thou fought Let us pursue him. ere the writs go forth:to-day;

What says lord Warwick ? shall we after them? "By the mass, so did we all.-I thank you, Richard :

thank you, Richard: War. After them! nay, before them, if we can. God knows, how long it is I have to live;

Now, by my faith, lords, 'twas a glorious day: + And it hath' pleased him, that three times to-day Saint Albans' battle, won by farnous York, You have defended me from imminent death.

Shall be eterniz'd in all age to come.• Well, lords, we have not got that which we have:'

Sound, drums and trumpets ;-and to London all : * 'Tis not enough our foes are this time fled,

And more such days as these to us befall! * Being opposites of such repairing nature.

(Eseul. *York. I know, our safety is to follow them :

(2) i. e. Being enemies that are likely so soon to (1) i. e. We have not secured that which we rally and recover themselves from this defeat. have acquired.

THIRD PART OF

KING HENRY VI.

lords

PERSONS REPRESENTED. King Henry the Sixth:

| Sir John Mortimer, undes to the sake of Yorks Edward, prince of Wales, his son. Lewis XI. king of France.

Henry, eart of Richmond, youth. Drike of Somerset,

Lord Rivers, brother te Lary Grey Sir William Duke of Exeter,

Stanley. Sir John Montgomery. Sir John Some Earl of Oxford,

on King Henry's erville. Thefer to Railand. Mayor of York. Earl of Northumberland,

Liestenant of the Tower. 4Vobleman. Treo Earl of Westmoreland,

Keepers. Hurton Sans that hiss Hilled Lord Clifford,

las father. i Father that was killed his son. Richard Plantagenet, duke of York. Edward, eart of Marek, aftercards

Queen Margaret King Edward IV.

Lady Grey, afterwards queen to Edued IT.
Edmund, earl of Kutland,

Ais sons. Bona, sister to the Frencia queen
George, afterwards dake of Clarence,
Richard, afterwards cake of Glocester,

Soldiers, and other attendants on Keng Henry and Duke of Norfolk

King Edward, Messengers, Watchmen, &c. Nergues of Montague, Earl or Warwick, of the duke of York's Scene, during part of the third och in France, Earla Pembroke,

during all the rest of the plan, in Exgland. Lan Hastings, Lard Stafford,

ACT I.

1 T . And so do I-Vietarios prince of York,

Before I see the seated in that thrace SCENE I-London The Parliament Horse. Which now the bouse of Lancaster asures,

Drums. Some wolfiary of York's party break I vow by bearen, these eres shall never close. in Tim, enter the Duke of York, Edward This is the palace of the learfi kieg. Richard, Norfolk, Montague, Warwick, mud ' And this is the regal seat: possess i, York:

For this is ttide, and nothing Henry's beins.

York. Asest me thes, sweet Warwick, and I Marcicka

For hither we are bruden in by force I WONDER, how the ting escap'd our hands. Varf. We'll assist yoe; be that thes, shall die. York. While we parsed the ho semem of the Tore Thanks geetle North-Stay by me, north,

Dy lords; He stily stole away, and left his men:

And, solders, star, and bodre br me this right. Whereat the great lord of Northumberland, Wu. And, when the best comes, oder a no Whose Tarlie ears cold berer brook re reat,

vobence,
*Cbeerd up the dreaping army; and these Cakes be seek to thrust ree out by force.
*Lord Cafard, and lärd Staford, all a-breast

Charge our busin battle's frost, and, breaking is, Tort. The peen this day, bere baas bar
«Were be the swords of comman soldiers shin
Edur. Lad Staford's father, dobe od Buckingham, Bat Belle think we shall be of her counci:
Is esther slaan, or wounded dangerous:

Br words, or Bars here let us via our
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*That this is true, father, beled this bood.

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Tort Them kur me zit, my lords; be resalste;

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