Alarum. Enter Duke of York, Edward, Richard, Norfolk, Montague, Warwick, and Soldiers. WARWICK. Wonder how the King efcap'd our hands He flily ftole away and left his men: land, Whofe warlike ears could never brook retreat, Chear'd up the drooping army; and himself, VOL. V. † First printed under the t Lord The true Tragedy of Richard Duke of York, and the good King Henry the Sixth; or the second part of the Contention of York and Lancaster. 1630. Lord Clifford and lord Stafford all a-breast, Edw. Lord Stafford's father, Duke of Buckingham, I cleft his beaver with a down-right blow: Mont. And brother, here's the Earl of Wiltshire's blood, Whom I encounter'd as the battels join'd. Rich. Speak thou for me, and tell them what I did. York. Richard hath best deserv'd of all my fons : Is his 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 fo do I, victorious Prince of Tork. Before I fee thee feated in the throne, Which now the house of Lancaster ufurps, I vow by heav'n these eyes fhall never close. This is the palace of the fearful King, And this the regal feat; poffefs it York, For this is thine, and not King Henry's heirs, York. Affift me then, fweet Warwick, and I will; For hither we have broken in by force. Norf. We'll all affift you; he that flies shall die. Tork. Thanks, gentle Norfolk; ftay by me, my lords, And foldiers ftay and lodge by me this night. [They go up. War. And when the King comes, offer him no violence, Unless he feek to thrust you out by force. York. The Queen this day here holds her parliament, But little thinks we shall be of her council; By words or blows here let us win our right. Rich. Arm'd as we are, let's stay within this houfe. War. The bloody parliament fhall this be call'd, Unless Plantagenet Duke of York be King, And bafhful Henry depos'd, whofe cowardife Hath made us by-words to our enemies. York. Then leave me not, my lords, be refolute; I mean to take poffeffion of my right. War. Neither the King, nor he that loves him beft, The proudest he that holds up Lancaster, Dares Dares ftir a wing, if Warwick shake his bells. SCENE II. Enter King Henry, Clifford, Northumberland, Weftmorland, 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,) T'afpire unto the crown, and reign as King. Earl of Northumberland, he flew thy father, And thine lord Clifford, and you vow'd revenge On him, his fons, his fav'rites, and his friends. North. If I be not, heav'ns be reveng'd on me. K. Henry. Be patient gentle Earl of Westmorland. North. Well haft thou spoken, cousin be it fo. And kneel for grace and mercy at my feet, I am thy Soveraign. York. Henry, I am thine. [To the Duke. Exe. For fhame come down: he made thee Duke of York. I 2 Exe. Exe. Thy father was a traitor to the crown. War. Exeter, thou art a traitor to the crown, In following this ufurping Henry. Clif. Whom fhould he follow but his natural King? North. Yes Warwick, I remember it to my grief, War. Poor Clifford! how I fcorn his worthless threats. K. Henry. What title haft thou, traitor, to the crown? Who made the Dauphin and the French to stoop, War. Talk not of France fith thou haft loft it all. lofe : Father, tear the crown from the ufurper's head. Edw. Sweet father do fo, fet it on your head. Mont. Good brother, as thou lov'st and honour'st arms Let's fight it out, and not ftand cavelling thus. Rich. |