Clif. Health and all happiness to my lord the Nay, do not fright us with an angry look: Clif. This is my king, York, I do not mis- Sal. My lord, I have consider'd with my unto me? Sal. I have. K. Hen. Canst thou dispense with heaven for such an oath? But thou mistak'st me much, to think I do:- Sal. It is great sin, to swear unto a sin; Makes him oppose himself against his king. Q. Mar. He is arrested, but will not obey; him. [tor. were best to go to bed, and dream again, I am thy king, and thou a false-heart trai-To keep thee from the tempest of the field. Call hither to the stake my two brave bears,* Drums. Enter WARWICK and SALISBURY, Clif. Are these thy bears? we'll bait thy bears to death, And manacle the bear-ward† in their chains, If thou dar'st bring them to the baitingplace. Rich. Oft have I seen a hot o'erweening ruffian, And seek for sorrow with thy spectacles? The Nevils, carls of Warwick, had a bear and ragged Clif. I am resolv'd to bear a greater storm, War. Now, by my father's badge, old Ne- This day I'll wear aloft my burgonet,* Clif. And from thy burgonet I'll rend thy bear, But match to match I have encounter'd him, And made a prey for carrion kites and crows Even of the bonny beast he lov'd so well. Enter CLIFFORD. War. Of one or both of us the time is come. York. Hold, Warwick, seek thee out some other chace, For I myself must hunt this deer to death. War. Then, nobly, York; 'tis for a crown thou fight'st. As I intend, Clifford, to thrive to-day, It grieves my soul to leave thee unassail'd. [Exit WARWICK. Clif. What seest thou in me, York? why dost thou pause? York. With thy brave bearing should I be in love, But that thou art so fast mine enemy. Clif. Nor should thy prowess want praise and esteem, But that 'tis shown ignobly and in treason. York. So let it help me now against thy sword, As I in justice and true right express it! Clif. My soul and body on the action both! York. A dreadful lay!*-address thee instantly. [They fight, and CLIFFORD falls. Clif. La fin couronne les oeuvres. [Dies. York. Thus war hath given thee peace, for thou art still. Peace with his soul, heaven, if it be thy will! [Exit. Enter young CLIFFORD. Y. Clif. Shame and confusion! all is on the rout; Fear frames disorder, and disorder wounds Where it should guard. O war, thou son of hell, Whom angry heavens do make their minister, Throw in the frozen bosoms of our part To cease!t-Wast thou ordain'd, dear father, And, in thy reverence, and thy chair-days, thus To die in ruffian battle?-Even at this sight, My heart is turn'd to stone: and, while 'tis mine, It shall be stony. York not our old men spares; Enter RICHARD PLANTAGENET and SOMERSET, fighting, and SOMERSET is killed. Rich. So, lie thou there,-- For, underneath an alehouse' paltry sign, Priests pray for enemies, but princes kill. Q. Mar. Away, my lord! you are slow; for shame, away! K. Hen. Can we outrun the heavens? good Margaret, stay. Q. Mar. What are you made of? you'll not fight, nor fly: Now is it manhood, wisdom, and defence, To give the enemy way: and to secure us By what we can, which can no more but fly. If you be ta'en, we then should see the bottom [Alarum afar off. Of all our fortunes: but if we haply scape, (As well we may, if not through your neglect,) We shall to London get; where you are lov'd; And where this breach, now in our fortunes made, May readily be stopp'd. Enter young CLIFFORD. Y. Clif. But that my heart's on future misI would speak blasphemy ere bid you fly; chief set, But fly you must; uncurable discomfit Reigns in the hearts of all our present parts.* Away, for your relief! and we will live To see their day, and them our fortune give: Away, my lord, away! [Exeunt. SCENE III.-Fields near Saint Albans. Alarum: Retreat. Flourish; then enter YORK, RICHARD PLANTAGENET, WARWICK, and Soldiers, with Drum and Colours. York. Of Salisbury, who can report of him; That winter lion, who, in rage forgets Aged contusions and all brush of time;t And, like a gallant in the brow of youth, Repairs him with occasion? this happy day Is not itself, nor have we won one foot, If Salisbury be lost. Enter SALISBURY. Sul. Now, by my sword, well hast thou fought to-day; [Richard: By the mass, so did we all.-I thank you, God knows, how long it is I have to live; And it hath pleas'd him, that three times to-day You have defended me from imminent death.Well, lords, we have not got that which we have: "Tis not enough our foes are this time fled, Being opposites of such repairing nature.t 1. c. We have not sec ni dat which we have acquired. I. e. Being enemies that are likely so soon to rally and recover themselves from this defeat. THIRD PART OF KING HENRY VI. PERSONS REPRESENTED. Lords on King Henry's KING HENRY THE SIXTH. EDMUND, Earl of Rutland, side. GEORGE, afterwards Duke of Cla-His Sons. QUEEN MARGARET. LADY GREY, afterwards Queen to Edward IV. BONA, Sister to the French Queen. Soldiers, and other attendants on King Henry and King Edward, Messengers, Watch men, &c. SCENE, during part of the third Act, in France; during all the rest of the Play, in England. ACT I. SCENE 1.-London.-The Parliament-House. Drums. Some Soldiers of YORK's party break in. Then, Enter the Duke of YORK, EDWARD, RICHARD, NORFOLK, MONTAGUE, WARWICK, and others, with White Roses in their Hats. War. I wonder how the king escap'd our hands. York. While we pursu'd the horsemen of the north, He slily stole away, and left his men: Whereat the great lord of Northumberland, Whose warlike ears could never brook retreat, Cheer'd up the drooping army; and himself, Lord Clifford, and lord Stafford, all a-breast, Charg'd our main battle's front, and, breaking in, Were by the swords of common soldiers slain. Edw. Lord Stafford's father, duke of Buckingham, Is either slain, or wounded dangerous: [Showing his bloody Sword. Mout. And, brother, here's the earl of Wilt-Unless shire's blood, [To YORK, showing his. Whor 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. parliament, But little thinks we shall be of her council: By words, or blows, here let us win our right. Flourish. Enter King HENRY, CLIFFORD, NORTHUMBERLAND, WESTMORELAND, EXETER, and others, with red Roses in their Hats. K. Hen. My lords, look where the sturdy rebel sits, Even in the chair of state! belike, he means, (Back'd by the power of Warwick, that false peer,) To aspire unto the crown, and reign as king.Earl of Northumberland, he slew thy father;And thine, lord Clifford; and you both have Vow'd revenge On him, his sons, his favourites, and his friends. North. If I be not, heavens, be reveng'd on me! Clif. The hope thereof makes Clifford mourn in steel. West. What, shall we suffer this? let's pluck him down: 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 To make a shambles of the parliament-house! York. Thou art deceiv'd, I am thine. York. 'Twas my inheritance, as the earldom was. Exe. Thy father was a traitor to the crown. War. Exeter, thou art a traitor to the crown, In following this usurping Henry. Clif. Whom should he follow, but his natural king? Hawks had sometimes little bells hung on them, perhaps to dare the birds; that is, to fright them from rising. War. True, Clitford; 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 thy. self. 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, [field, That we are those, which chas'd you from the And slew your fathers, and with colours spread March'd through the city to the palace gates. North. Yes, Warwick, I remember it to my grief; And, by his soul, thou and thy house shall rue it. West. Plantagenet, of thee, and these thy 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, do so; 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. K. Hen. Peace thou! and give king Henry leave to speak. War. Plantagenet shall speak first:-hear And be you silent and attentive too, K. Hen. Think'st thou, that I will leave m kingly throne, Wherein my grandsire, and my father, sat? row, king. * Since. |