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York. Richard hath best deservd of all my Sons :
But is your Grace dead, my Lord of Somerset?
Norf. Such hope have all the Line of John of Gaunt.
Rich. Thus do I hope to shake King Henry's Head.

War. And so do I, vi&orious Prince of Tork.
Before I see thee feated in the Throne,
Which now the House of Lancaster usurps,
I vow by Heav'n, these Eyes shall never close.
This is che Palace of the fearful King,
And this the Regal Seat ; poffess it York,
For this is thine, and not King Henry's Heirs.

York. Allift me then, sweet Warwick, and I will;
For hither we have broken in by force.

Norf. We'll all assist you; he that flies shall die.

York. Thanks, gentle Norfolk; stay by me my Lords, And Soldiers stay and lodge by me this Night. [They go up.

War. And when the King comes, offer him no violence, Unless he seek to thrust you out by force.

York. The Queen this day here holds her Parliament,
But little thinks we shall be of her Counsel;
By Words or Blows here let us win our right.
Rich. Arm'd as we are, let's stay within this House.

War. The bloody Parliament shall this be callid,
Unless Plantagenet, Duke of York, be King,
Ard bashful Henry depos'd, whose Cowardise
Hath made us by-words to our Enemies.

York. Then leave me not, my Lords, be resolute,
I mean to take poffeffion of my Right.

War. Neither the King, nor he that loves him best, The proudest He that holds up Lancaster. , Dares stir a Wing, if Warwick shake his Bells. I'll plant Plantagenet, root him up who dare: Resolve thee Richard, claim the English Crown, Enter King Henry, Clifford, Northumberland, Westmor

land, Exeter, and others. K. Henry. My Lords, look where the sturdy Rebel fits, 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 flew thy Father,


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And thine, Lord Clifford, and you have both vou'd revenge
On him, his Sons, his Favourites, and his friends.

North. If I be not, Heav'ns be reveng'd on me.
Clif. The hope thereof makes Clifford mourn in Steel.
Welt. What, shall we suffer this? Let's pluck him down.
My Heart for anger burns, I cannot brook it.

K. Henry. Be patient, gentle Earl of Westmorlard.

Clif. Patience is for Poltroons, and such is he:
He durft not fit there had your Father liv'd.

My gracious Lord, here in the Parliament
Let us affail the Family of York.

North. Well haft thou spoken, Coufin be it so.

K. Henry. Ah, know you not the City favours them,
And they have Troops of Soldiers at their beck ?

Weft. But when the Duke is slain, they'll quickly fly.

K. Henry. Far be the thought of this from Henry's Heart,
To make a Shambles of the Parliament House.
Cousin of Exeter, Frowns, Words, and Threats,
Shall be the War that Henry means to use.
Thou fa&ious Duke of Tork, descend my Throne,
And kneel for Grace and Mercy at my Feet,
I am thy Soveraign.

York, Henry I am thine.

Exe. For shame come down, he made theç Duke of

York. It was 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?
War. True, Clifford, and that's Richard Duke of York.
K. Henry. And Thall I ftand, and thou fit in my Throne?
York. It must and shall be fo, content thy felf.
War. Be Duke of Lancaster, let him be King.

Weft. He is both King and Duke of Lancaster,
And that the Lord of Westmerland Thall maintain.

War. And Warwick shall disprove it. You forget,
That we are thofe which chas'd you from the Field,
And flew your Fathers, and with Colours fpread
March'd threw the City to the Palace Gates.

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North. Yes, Warwick, I remember it to my grief.
And by his Soul, thou and thy House Thall rue it.

West. Plantagenet, of thee and these thy Sons,
Thy Kinlmen, and thy Friends, I'll have more lives
Thin drops of Blood were in my Father's Veins.

Clif. Urge it no more, left that instead of words
I send thee, Warwick, Tuch a Messenger,
As shall revenge his Death, before I ftir.

War. Poor Clifford! how I scorn his worthless Threats.
York. Will you, we lhew our Title to the Crowns
If not, our Swords shall plead it in the Field.

K. Henry. What Title hast thou, Traitor, to the Crown? Thy Father was, as thou art, Duke of York, Thy Grandfather Roger Mortimer, Earl of March. I am the Son of Henry the Fifth, Who made the Dauphin and the French to stoop, And seiz'd upon their Towns and Provinces.

War. Talk not of France, Gth thou hast lost it all.

K. Henry. The Lord Prote&or lost it, and not l;
When I was Crowo'd I was but oine 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.

Mount. Good Brother,
As chou lov'st and honourest Arms,
Let's fight it out, and not stand cavelling thus.

Rich. Sound Drums and Trumpet', and the King will fly.

York. Sons, Peace.
K. Henry. Peace thou, and give King Henry leave to speak.

War. Plantagenet shall speak first: Here him Lords,
And be you silent and attentive too,
For he that interrupts him, thall not live.

K. Henry. Think'st thou that I will leave my Kingly Throne,
Wherein my Grand Gre and my Father fac?
No ; first shall War unpeople this my Realm;

Ay, and their Colours often born in France,
And now in England, to our Hearts great Sorrow,
Shall be my Winding-sheet: Why faint you,

My Title's good, and better far than his.


War. But prøve it, Henry, and thou shalt be King.
K. Henry. Henry the Fourth by Conquest got the Crown.
Tork. 'Twas by Rebellion against his King.

K. Henry. I know not what to say, my Title's weak:
Tell me, may not a King adopt an Heir ?

York. What then?

K. Henry. And if he may, then am I lawful King:
For Richard, in the view of many

Resign'd the Crown to Henry the Fourth,
Whole Heir my Father was, and I am his.

Tork. He rose against him, being his Soveraign,
And made him to resign his Crown perforce.

War. Suppose, my Lords, he did it unconstrain'd,
Think you 'cwere prejudicial to his Crowns

Exe. No; for he could not so resign bis Crown,
But that the next Heir should succeed and reign.

K. Henry. Art thou against us, Duke of Exeter?
Exe. His is the right, and therefore pardon me.
York. Why whisper you, my Lords, and answer not?
Exe. My Conscience tells me, he is lawful King.
K. Henry. All will revolt from me, and turn to him,

North. Plantagener, for all the claim thou lay'st,
Think not, that Henry shall be depos’d.

War. Depos'd he mall be, in despite of all,

North. Thou art deceiv'd :
'Tis not thy Southern Power
Of Essex, Norfolk, Suffolk, nor of Kent,
Which makes thee thus presumptuous and proud,
Can set the Duke up in despight of me.

Clif. King Henry, be thy Title right or wrong,
Lord Clifford vows to fight in thy defence;
May that ground gape, and swallow me alive,
Where I Mall kneel to him that few my Father.

K. Henry. Oh Clifford, how thy words revive my Heart.
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 fits,
Write up his Title with ufurping Blood.
[He stamps with his foot, and the Soldiers New themselves.


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R. Henry. My Lord of Warwick, hear me but one word ; Let me for this time reign as King.

York: Confirm the Crown to me, and to mine Heirs,
Ard thou fhalt Reign in quict while thou liv'st.

K. Henry. I am content: Richard Plantagenet,
Enjoy the Kingdom after my decease.

. What wrong is this unto the Prince, your Son?
War. What good is this to England, and himself?
Weft. Base, fearful, and despairing Henry !
Clif. How halt thou injur'd both thy self and us!
West. I cannot stay to hear these Articles.
North. Nor 1:
Clif. Come Cousin, let us tell the Queen these News.

Wijt. Farewel, faint-hearted and degenerate King,
In whose cold Blood no spark of Honour bides.

North. Be thou à prey unto the House of York, And die in Bands, for this unmanly deed.

Clif. In dreadful War, may'st thou be overcome,
Or live in Peace abandon'd and despis'd.

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War. Turn this way, Henry, and regard them not.
Exe. They seek revenge, and therefore will not yield.
X. Henry. Ah Exeter!
War. Why should you figh, my Lord ?

K. Henry. Not for my self, Lord Warwick, but my Son, ,
Whom I unnaturally fhall disinherit.
But be it as it may; I here entail
The Crown to thee, and to thine Heirs for ever :
Conditionally, that here you take an Oath,
To cease this Civil War; and whilst I live,
To honour me as thy King and Soveraign :
Neither by Treason nor Hoftility,
To seek to put me down, and Reign thy self.
Tork. This Oath I willingly take, and will perform.
War. Long live King Henry : Plantagenet, embrace him.
K. Henry. And long live thou, and these thy forward Sons.
York. Now York and Lancaster are reconcil'd.
Exe. Accurft be hé that seeks to make them Foes.

Sonet. Here they come down.
York. Farewel, my gracious Lord, I'll to my
War. And I'll keep London with my Soldiers.


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