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0 Buckingham, I pr'ythee, pardon me,

Iden. May Iden live to merit such a bounty, That I have given no answer all this while : And never live but true unto his liege ! My mind was troubled with deep melancholy. K. Hen. See, Buckinghamn! Somerset comes The cause why I have brought this army hither,

with the queen ; 1:-to remove proud Somerset from the king, Go, bid her hide him quickly from the duke. Seditious to his grace, and to the state. Buck. That is too much presumption on thy

Enter Queen MARGARET and SOMERSET. part :

Q. Mar. For thousand Yorks he shall not But if thy arms be to no other end,

hide his head, The king hath yielded unto thy demand; But boldly stand, and front him to his face. The duke of Somerset is in the Tower.

York. How now! Is Somerset at liberty ? Fork. Upon thine honour, is he prisoner ? Then, York, unloose thy long - imprison'd Buck. Upon mine honour, he is prisoner.

thoughts, York. Then, Buckingham, I do dismiss my And let thy tongue be equal with thy heart. powers.

Shall I endure the sight of Somerset?-Soldiers, 1 thank you all ; disperse yourselves ; False king! why hast thou broken faith with me, Met me to-morrow in Saint George's field, Knowing how hardly I can brook abuse ? You shall have pay, and every thing you wish. King did I call thee? no, thou art not king: And let my sovereign, virtuous Henry,

Not fit to

govern and rule multitudes, Command my eldest son,-nay, all my sons, Which dar'st not, no, nor canst not rule a traitor. As pledges of my fealty and love,

That head of thine doth not become a crown; 11 send them all as willing as I live;

Thy hand is made to grasp a palmer's staff, Lands, goods, horse, armour, any thing I have And not to grace an awful princely sceptre. Is his to use, so Somerset may die.

Thatgold must roundengirt these brows of mine; Buck. York, I commend this kind submission: Whose smile and frown, like to Achilles' spear, We twain will go into his highness' tent. Is able with the change to kill and cure.

Here is a hand to hold a sceptre up,
Enter King Henry, attended.

And with the same to act controlling laws. K. Hen. Buckingham, doth York intend no Give place; by heaven, thou shalt rule no more harm to us,

O’er him, whom heaven created for thy ruler. That thus he marcheth with thee arm in arm? Som. O monstrous traitor !-I arrest thee, York. In all submission and humility,

York, York doth present himself unto your highness. Of capital treason 'gainst the king and crown: K. Hen. Then what intend these forces thou Obey, audacious traitor; kneel for grace. dost bring ?

York. Would'st have me kneel? first let me York. To heave the traitor Somerset from ask of these, hence;

If they can brook I bow a knee to man.-
And fight against that monstrous rebel, Cade, Sirrah, call in my sons to be my bail ;
Who since I heard to be discomfited.

[Exit an Attendant.

I know, ere they will have me go to ward, Enter IDEN, with Cade's head.

They'll pawn their swords for my enfranchiseIden. If one so rude, and of so mean condition,

ment. May pass into the presence of a king,

Q. Mar. Call hither Clifford; bid him come Lo, I present your grace a traitor's head,

amain, The head of Cade, whom I in combat slew. To say, if that the bastard boys of York K. Hen. The head of Cade?-Great God, how Shall be the surety for their traitor father. just art thou !

York. O blood-bespotted Neapolitan, 0, let me view his visage being dead,

Outcast of Naples, England's bloody scourge ! That living wrought me such exceeding trouble. The sons of York, thy betters in their birth, Tell me, my friend, art thou the man that slew Shall be their father's bail ; and bane to those him?

That for my surety will refuse the boys. Iden. I was, an't like your majesty.

Enter EDWARD and RICHARD PLANTAGENET, K. Hen. How art thou call’d? and what is thy degree?

with Forces, at one side ; at the other, with Iden. Alexander Iden, that's my name ;

Forces also, Old CLIFFORD and his soil. A poor esquire of Kent, that loves his king. Sce, where they come ; I'll warrant they'll make Buck. So please it you, my lord, 'twere not it good. amiss

Q. Mar. And here comes Clifford, to deny He were created knight for his good service.

their bail. K. Hen. Iden, kneel down; [He kneels.] Clif. Health and happiness to my lord the Rise up a knight.

[Kneels. We give thee for reward a thousand marks; York. I thank thee, Clifford : Say, what news And will, that thou henceforth atiend on us.

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Nay, do not fright us with an angry look: And in my conscience do repute his grace
We are thy sovereign, Clifford, kneel again ; The rightful heir of England's royal seat.
For thy
mistaking so, we pardon thee.

K. Hen. Hast thou not sworn allegiance unto
Clif. This is my king, York, I do not mistake; me?
But thou mistak'st me much, to think I do : Sal. I have.
To Bedlam with him! is the man grown mad ? K. Hen. Canst thou dispense with heaven for
K. Hen. Ay, Clifford ; a bedlam and ambitious such an oath?
humour

Sal. It is great sin, to swear unto a sin ; Makes him oppose himself against his king. But greater sin, to keep a sinful oath.

Clif. He is a traitor ; let him to the Tower, Who can be bound by any solemn vow And chop away that factious pate of his. To do a murderous deed, to rob a man,

Q. Mar. He is arrested, but will not obey; To force a spotless virgin's chastity, His sons, he says, shall give their words for him. To reave the orphan of his patrimony, York. Will you not, sons ?

To wring the widow from her custom'd right; Edw. Ay, noble father, if our words will serve. And have no other reason for this wrong, Rich. And if words will not, then our weapons But that he was bound by a solemn oath ? shall.

Q. Mar. A subtle traitor needs no sophister. Clif. Why, what a brood of traitors have we K. Hen. Call Buckingham, and bid him arm here!

himself. York. Look in a glass, and call thy image so ; York. Call Buckingham, and all the friends I am thy king, and thou a false-heart traitor.

thou hast, Call hither to the stake my two brave bears, I am resolv’d for death, or dignity. That, with the very shaking of their chains, Clif. The first, I warrant thee, if dreams prove They may astonish these fell lurking curs;

true. Bid Salisbury, and Warwick, come to me. War. You were best to go to bed, and dream

again, Drums. Enter WARWICK and SALISBURY,

To keep thee from the tempest of the field. with Forces.

Clif. I am resolved to bear a greater storm, Clif. Are these thy bears ? we'll bait thy bears Than any thou canst conjure up to-day ; to death,

And that I'll write upon thy burgonet, And manacle the bear-ward in their chains, Might I but know thee by thy household badge. If thou dar'st bring them to the baiting-place. War. Now, by my father's badge, old Nevil's Rich. Oft have I seen a hot o'erweening cur

crest, Run back and bite, because he was withheld ; The rampant bear chain'd to the ragged staff, Who, being suffer'd with the bear's fell paw, This day I'll wear aloft my burgonet, Hath clapp'd his tail between his legs, and cry'd: (As on a mountain-top the cedar shows, And such a piece of service will you do, That keeps his leaves in spite of any storm,) If you oppose yourself to match lord Warwick. Even to affright thee with the view thereof. Clif Hence, heap of wrath, foul indigested Clif. And from thy burgonet I'll rend thy bear,

And tread it under foot with all contempt, As crooked in thy manners as thy shape ! Despight the bear-ward that protects the bear.

York. Nay, we shall heat you thoroughly anon. Y. Clif. And so to arms, victorious father, Clif. Take heed, lest by your heat you burn To queli the rebels and their 'complices. yourselves.

Rich. Fye! charity, for shame! speak not in K. Hen. Why, Warwick, hath thy knee for- spite, got to bow?

For
you
shall
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with Jesu Christ to-night. Old Salisbury,--shame to thy silver hair, Y. Clif. Foul stigmatick, that's more than thou Thou mad misleader of thy brain-sick son !

canst tell. What, wilt thou on thy death-bed play the ruf- Rich. If not in heaven, you'll surely sup in fian,

hell.

[Exeunt severally. And seek for sorrow with thy spectacles ? 0, where is faith? 0, where is loyalty ?

SCENE II.-Saint Albans.
If it be banish'd from the frosty head,
Where shall it find a harbour in the earth ?-

Alarums : Ercursions. Enter WARWICK. Wilt thou go dig a grave to find out war,

War. Clifford of Cumberland, 'tis Warwick And shame thine honourable age with blood ?

calls ! Why art thou old, and want’st experience ? And if thou dost not hide thee from the bear, Or wherefore dost abuse it, if thou hast it? Now,—when the angry trumpet sounds alarm, For shame! in duty bend thy knee to me, And dead men's cries do fill the empty air,That bows unto the grave with mickle age. Clifford, I say, come forth and fight with me!

Sal. My lord, I have consider'd with myself Proud northern lord, Clifford of Cumberland, The title of this inost renowned duke;

Warwick is hoarse with calling thce to arms.

lump,

Shall be to me even as the dew to fire;
Enter YORK.

And beauty, that the tyrant oft reclaims,
How now, my noble lord? what, all a-foot ? Shall to my flaming wrath be oil and flax.
York. The deadly-handed Clifford slew my Henceforth, I will not have to do with pity:
steed;

Meet I an infant of the house of York,
But match to match I have encounter'd him, Into as many gobbets will I cut it,
And made a prey for carrion kites and crows As wild Medea young Absyrtus did :
Even of the bonny beast he lov'd so well. In cruelty will I seek out my fame.

Come, thou new ruin of old Clifford's house ;
Enter CLIFFORD.

[Taking up

the body. War. Of one or both of us the time is come. As did Æneas old Anchises bear, York. Hold, Warwick, seek thou out some So bear I thee upon my manly shoulders ; other chace,

But then Æneas bare a living load, For I myself must hunt this deer to death. Nothing so heavy as these woes of mine. [Exit. War. Then, nobly, York; 'tis for a crown thou fight'st.

Enter Richard PLANTAGENET and SOMERSET, As I intend, Clifford, to thrive to-clay,

fighting, and Somerset is killed. It grieves my soul to leave thee unassail'd. Rich. So, lie thou there ;

[Exit Warwick. For, underneath an alehouse' paltry sign, Clif. What seest thou in me, York? why The Castle in Saint Albans, Somerset dost thou pause ?

Hath made the wizard famous in his death.York. With thy brave bearing should I be in Sword, hold thy temper; heart, be wrathful still: love,

Priests pray for enemies, but princes kill. But that thou art so fast mine enemy.

[Exit. Clif. Nor should thy prowess want praise and

Alarums : Ercursions. Enter King HENRY, esteem, But that 'tis shown ignobly, and in treason.

Queen MARGARET, and Others, retreating: York. So let it help me now against thy sword, Q. Mar. Away, my lord! you are slow; for As I in justice and true right express it!

shame, away! Clif. My soul and body on the action both !- K. Hen. Can we outrun the heavens ? good York. A dreadful lay! --address thee instantly. Margaret, stay.

[They fight, and Clifford falls. Q. Mar. What are you made of ? you'll not Clif. La fin couronne les ouvres. Dies. fight, nor fly: York. Thus war hath given thee peace, for Now is it manhood, wisdom, and defence, thou art still.

To give the enemy way; and to secure us Peace with his soul, heaven, if it be thy will ! By what we can, which can no more but fly.

[Exit.

[Alarum, afar off. Enter Young Clifford.

If you be ta’en, we then should see the bottom

Of all our fortunes : but, if we haply scape, Y. Clif. Shame and confusion ! all is on the (As well we may, if not through your neglect,) rout;

We shall to London get; where you are lov'd ; Fear frames disorder, and disorder wounds And where this breach, now in our fortunes made, Where it should guard. O war, thou son of hell, May readily be stopp'd. Whom angry heavens do make their minister, Throw in the frozen bosoms of our part

Enter Young CLIFFORD. Hot coals of vengeance !--Let no soldier fly : Y. Clif. But that my heart's on future mise He, that is truly dedicate to war, Hath no self-love ; nor he, that loves himself, I would speak blasphemy, ere bid you fly; Hath not essentially, but by circumstance, But fly you must ; uncurable discomfit The name of valour.-0, let the vile world end, Peigns in the hearts of all our present parts.

[Seeing his dead Father. Away, for your relief! and we will live And the premised flames of the last day To see their day, and them our fortune give: Kait earth and heaven together!

Away, my lord, away!

[Ereunt, Now let the general trumpet blow his blast, Particularities and petty sounds

SCENE III.-Fields near Saint Albans. To cease !-Wast thou ordain'd, dear father, To lose thy youth in peace, and to achieve

Alarum : Retreat. Flourish ; then enter YORK, The silver livery of advised age;

RICHARD PLANTAGENET, WARWICK, and And, in thy reverence, and thy chair-days, thus

Soldiers, with drum and colours. To die in ruffian battle?--Even at this sight, York. Of Salisbury, who can report of him ; My heart is turn’d to stone: and, while 'tis mine, That winter lion, who, in rage, forgets It shall be stony. York not our old men spares ; Aged contusions and all brush of time; No more will I their babes : tears virginal And, like a gallant in the brow of youth, VOL. II.

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chief set,

him ;

Repairs him with occasion ? this happy day And it hath pleas'd him, that three times to-day Is not itself, nor have we won one foot,

You have defended me from imminent death.If Salisbury be lost.

Well, lords, we have not got that which we have: Rich. My noble father,

'Tis not enough our foes are this time fled, Three times to-day I holp him to his horse, Being opposites of such repairing nature. Three times bestrid him, thrice I led him off, York. I know, our safety is to follow them; Persuaded him from any further act:

For, as I hear, the king is fled to London, But still, where danger was, still there I met To call a present court of parliament.

Let us pursue him, ere the writs go forth : And like rich hangings in a homely house, What says lord Warwick ? shall we after them?So was his will in his old feeble body.

War. After them! nay, before them, if we can. But, noble as he is, look where he comes. Now by my faith, lords, 'twas a glorious day:

Saint Albans' battle, won by famous York, Enter SALISBURY.

Shall be eterniz'd in all age to come.Sal. Now, by my sword, well hast thou fought Sound, drums and trumpets ;--and to London to-day;

all : Bythe mass, so did weall.-I thank you, Richard: And more such days as these to us befall ! God knows, how long it is I have to live;

[Ereunt.

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KING HENRY VI.

PART III.

PERSONS OF THE DRAMA.

King Henry the Sixth :

Sir John MORTIMER, uncles to the duke of EDWARD, prince of Wales, his son.

Sir Hugh MORTIMER, York. LEWIS XI. king of FRANCE.

Henry, Earl of Richmond, a youth. Duke of SOMERSET,

Lord Rivers, brother to lady GREY. Duke of EXETER,

Sir WILLIAM STANLEY. Earl of OXFORD,

lords on king Sir John MontgomERY. Earl of NORTHUMBERLAND,

Henry's side. Sir John SOMERVILLE. Earl of WESTMORELAND,

Tutor to RUTLAND.
Lord CLIFFORD,

Mayor of York.
RICHARD PLANTAGENET, duke of YORK : Lieutenant of the Tower.
EDWARD, earl of MARCH, after-

A Nobleman. wards king Edward IV.

Two Keepers. EDMUND, earl of RUTLAND,

A Huntsman.

his sons. George, afterwards duke of Cla

A Son that has killed his father.
RENCE,

A Father that has killed his son.
Richard, afterwards duke of Glo-
CESTER,

Queen MARGARET.
Duke of NORFOLK,

Lady Grey, afterwards queen to EDWARD IV. Marquis of MONTAGUE,

Bona, sister to the French queen. Earl of W ABWICK,

of the duke of York's Farl of PEMBROKE, party.

Soldiers, and other Attendants on king HERBY Lord HastinGS,

and king EDWARD, Messengers, Watchmen, Lord STAFFORD,

&c.

SCENE, -during part of the third act, in France ; during ull the rest of the play, in England,

ACT I.

SCENE I.-London. The Parliament-House. He slily stole away, and left his men:

Whereat the great lord of Northumberland, Drums. Some Soldiers of York's party break Whose warlike ears could never brook retreat, in. Then, enter the Duke of York, EDWARD, Cheer'd up the drooping army; and himself, Richarn, Norfolk, MONTAGUE, WAR- Lord Clifford, and lord Stafford, all a-breast, WICE, and Others, with white roses in their Charg'dour main battle's front, and, breaking in,

Were by the swords of common soldiers slain. War. I wonder, how the king escap'd our hands. Edw. Lord Stafford's father, duke of Buck York. While we pursu'd the horsemen of the ingham, north,

Is either slain, or wounded dangerous :

hats.