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KING HENRY THE Sixth.
Sir John MORTIMER, EDWARD, Prince of Wales, his Son.
Uncles to the Duke of York. LEWIS THE ELEVENTH, 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, afterwards
A Nobleman, King Edward the Fourth,
Two Keepers. EDMUND, Earl of Rutland,
his Sons. A Huntsman. GEORGE, afterwards Duke of Clarence,
A Son that has killed his Father.
A Father that has killed his Son.
of the Duke of York's Lady Grey, afterwards Queen to Edward the Fourth. EARL or PEMBROKE,
Bona, sister to the French Queen. Lord Hastings,
Soldiers, and other Altendants on King Henry and LORD STAFFORI),
King Edward, Messengers, Watchmen, &c.
SCENE I. - London. The Parliament House. I cleft his beaver with a downright blow;
That this is true, father, behold his blood.
(Showing his bloody Sword. NORFOLK, MONTAGUE, WARWICK, and others, with
Mont. And, brother, here's the earl of Wilt
shire's blood, (To York, shouring his. white Roses in their Hats.
Whom I encounter'd as the battles join'd. War. I wonder, how the king escap'd our hands. Rich. Speak thou for me, and tell them what I did. York. While we pursu'd the horsemen of the [ Throwing down the DUKE OF SOMERSET's Head. north,
York. Richard hath best deserv'd of all my sons.He slily stole away, and left his men :
What, is your grace dead, my lord of Somerset ? Whereat the great lord of Northumberland,
Norf. Such hope have all the line of John of Whose warlike ears could never brook retreat,
Gaunt! Cheer'd up the drooping army; and himself, Rich. Thus do I hope to shake king Henry's Lord Clifford, and lord Stafford, all a-breast,
head. Charg'd our main battle's front, and, breaking in, War. And so do I. – Victorious prince of York, Were by the swords of common soldiers slain. Before I see thee seated in that throne Edw. Lord Stafford's father, duke of Bucking. Which now the house of Lancaster usurps, ham,
I vow by heaven, these eyes shall never close. Is either slain, or wounded dangerous :
This is the palace of the fearful king,
And this the regal seat : possess it, York:
Thou art deceiv'd, I am thine. For this is thine, and not king Henry's heirs'. Exe. For shame, come down; he made thee duke York. Assist me then, sweet Warwick, and I will ;
of York. For hither we have broken in by force.
York. 'Twas my inheritance, as the earldom was. Norf. We'll all assist you; he that flies, shall die. Ere. Thy father was a traitor to the crown. York. Thanks, gentle Norfolk, - Stay by me, my War. Exeter, thou art a traitor to the crown, lords ;
In following this usurping Henry. And, soldiers, stay, and lodge by me this night. Clif. Whom should he follow, but his natural War. And, when the king comes, offer him no
War. True, Clifford; and that's Richard, duke of Unless he seek to thrust you out by force.
[They retire. K. Hen. And shall I stand, and thou sit in my York. The queen, this day, here holds her par
throne ? liament.
York. It must and shall be so. Content thyself. But little thinks we shall be of her council :
War. Be duke of Lancaster, let him be king. By words, or blows, here let us win our right. West. He is both king and duke of Lancaster ; Rich. Arm'd as we are, let's stay within this house. And that the lord of Westmoreland shall maintain.
War. The bloody parliament shall this be call’d, War. And Warwick shall disprove it. You forget, Unless Plantagenet, duke of York, be king : That we are those, which chas'd you from the field, And bashful Henry depos'd, whose cowardice And slew your fathers, and with colours spread Hath made us by-words to our enemies.
March'd through the city to the palace gates. York. Then leave me not, my lords; be resolute; North. Yes, Warwick, I remember it to my grief; I mean to take possession of my right.
And, by his soul, thou and thy house shall rue it. War. Neither the king, nor he that loves him best, West. Plantagenet, of thee, and these thy sons The proudest he that holds up Lancaster,
Thy kinsmen, and thy friends I'll have more lives,
(Warwick leads York to the Throne, who As shall revenge his death, before I stir.
War. Poor Clifford ! how I scorn his worthless
threats! Flourish. Enter King HENRY, CLIFFORD, North
York. Will you, we show our title to the crown? UMBERLAND, WESTMORELAND, EXETER, and others, If not, our swords shall plead it in the field. with red Roses in their Hats.
K. Hen. What title hast thou, traitor, to the K. Hen. My lords, look where the sturdy rebel
Thy father was, as thou art, duke of York; Even in the chair of state ! belike, he means, Thy grandfather, Roger Mortimer, earl of March ; (Back'd by the power of Warwick, that false peer,) I am the son of Henry the fifth, To aspire unto the crown, and reign as king. Who made the dauphin and the French to stoop, Earl of Northumberland, he slew thy father ; And seiz'd upon their towns and provinces. And thine, lord Clifford; and you both have vow'd War. Talk not of France, sith thou hast lost it all. revenge
K. Hen. The lord protector lost it, and not I; On him, his sons, his favourites, and his friends. When I was crown'd, I was but nine months old.
North. If I be not, heavens be reveng'd on me! Rich. You are old enough now, and yet methinks Clif. The hope thereof makes Clifford mourn in
you lose : steel.
Father, tear the crown from the usurper's head. West. What, shall we suffer this ? let's pluck him Edw. Sweet father, do so; set it on your heaa. down:
Mont. Good brother, (To YORK.] as thou lov'st My heart for anger burns, I cannot brook it.
and honour'st arms, K. Hen. Be patient, gentle earl of Westmoreland. Let's fight it out, and not stand cavilling thus.
Clif. Patience is for poltroons, and such as he ; Rich. Sound drums and trumpets, and the king He durst not sit there had your father liv'd.
will fly. My gracious lord, here in the parliament
York. Sons, peace ! Let us assail the family of York.
K. Hen. Peace thou! and give king Henry leave North. Well hast thou spoken, cousin, be it so.
to speak. K. Hen. Ah, know you not, the city favours them, War. Plantagenet shall speak first: - hear him, And they have troops of soldiers at their beck ? Exe. But when the duke is slain, they'll quickly And be you silent and attentive too, fly.
For he, that interrupts him, shall not live. K. Hen. Far be the thought of this from Henry's K. Hen. Think'st thou, that I will leave my heart
kingly throne, To make a shambles of the parliament-house ! Wherein my grandsire, and my father, sat ? Cousin of Exeter, frowns, words, and threats, No: first shall war unpeople this my realm; Shall be the war that Henry means to use. - Ay, and their colours — often borne in France;
[They advance to the Duke. And now in England, to our heart's great sorrow, Thou factious duke of York, descend my throne, Shall be my winding sheet. — Why faint you, lords? And kneel for grace and mercy at my feet ; My title's good, and better far than this. I am thy sovereign.
War. But prove it, Henry, and thou shalt be king. Hawks had sometimes little bells hung on them, perhaps
K. Hen. Henry the Fourth by conquest got the to dare the birds; that is, to fright them from rising.
her anger : I'll steal away.
York. 'Twas by rebellion against his king. K. Hen. Not for myself, lord Warwick, but my
K. Hen. I know not what to say; my title's weak. Tell me, may not a king adopt an heir ?
Whom I unnaturally shall disinherit. York. What then ?
But, be it as it may: – I here entail K. Hen. An if he may, then am I lawful king: The crown to thee, and to thine heirs for ever; For Richard, in the view of many lords,
Conditionally, that here thou take an oath
To honour me as thy king and sovereign;
War. Suppose, my lords, he did it unconstrain'd, York. This oath I willingly take, and will perThink you, 'twere prejudicial to his crown?
[Coming from the Throne. Ere. No; for he could not so resign his crown, War. Long live king Henry! - Plantagenet emBut that the next heir should succeed and reign.
brace him. K. Hen. Art thou against us, duke of Exeter? K. Hen. And long live thou, and these thy forExe. His is the right, and therefore pardon me.
ward sons! York. Why whisper you, my lords, and answer York. Now York and Lancaster are reconcil'd. not?
Exe. Accurs'd be he, that seeks to make them Exe. My conscience tells me, he is lawful king.
(The Lords come forward. K. Hen. All will revolt from me, and turn to him. York. Farewell, my gracious lord; l'il to my North. Plantagenet, for all the claim thou lay’st,
castle. Think not, that Henry shall be so depos'd.
War. And I'll keep London, with my soldiers. War. Depos'd he shall be, in despite of all. Norf. And I to Norfolk, with my followers. North. Thou art deceiv'd: 'uis not thy southeru Mont. And I unto the sea, from whence I came. power,
(Exeunt York, and his Sons, WARWICK, Or Essex, Norfolk, Suffolk, nor of Kent,
NORFOLK, Montague, Soldiers, and Which makes thee thus presumptuous and proud,
Attendants. Can set the duke up in despite of me.
K. Hen. And I, with grief and sorrow, to the Clif. King Henry, be thy title right or wrong,
court. Lord Clifford vows to fight in thy defence : May that ground gape, and swallow me alive,
Enter QUEEN MARGARET, and the Prince of Wales. Where I shall kneel to him that slew my father! Exe. Here comes the queen, whose looks bewray K. Hen. O Clifford, how thy words revive my
heart! York. Henry of Lancaster, resign thy crown: - K. Hen. Exeter so will I. [Going. What mutter you, or what conspire you, lords ? Q. Mar. Nay, go not from me, I will follow thee.
War. Do right unto this princely duke of York: K. Hen. Be patient, gentle queen, and I will stay. Or I will fill the house with armed men,
Q. Mar. Who can be patient in such extremes ? And o'er the chair of state where now he sits, Ah, wretched man! 'would I had died a maid, Write up his title with usurping blood.
And never seen thee, never borne thee son, (He slamps, anıl the Soldiers show themselves. Seeing thou hast prov'd so unnatural a father! K. Hen. My lord of Warwick, hear me but one Hath he deserv'd to lose his birthright thus? word;
Hadst thou but lov'd him half so well as I ; Let me, for this my life-time, reign as king. Or felt that pain, which I did for him once; York. Confirm the crown to me, and to mine Or nourish'd him, as I did with my blood; heirs,
Thou wouldst have left thy dearest heart-blood there, And thou shalt reign in quiet while thou liv'st. Rather than made that savage duke thine heir,
K. Hen. I am content: Richard Plantagenet, And disinherited thine only son. Enjoy the kingdom after my decease.
Prince. Father, you cannot disinherit me: Clif. What wrong is this unto the prince your son ? If you be king, why should not I succeed ? War. What good is this to England and himself? K. Hen. Pardon me, Margaret ; — pardon me, West. Base, fearful, and despairing Henry!
sweet son ;Clif. How hast thou injur'd both thyself and us? The earl of Warwick and the duke enforc'd me. West. I cannot stay to hear these articles.
Q. Mar. Enforc'd thee! art thou king, and wilt North. Nor I.
be forc'd ? Clif. Come, cousin, let us tell the queen these I shame to hear thee speak. Ah, timorous wretch!
Thou hast undone thyself, thy son, and me; West. Farewell, faint-hearted and degenerate king. And given unto the house of York such head, In whose cold blood no spark of honour bides! As thou shalt reign but by their sufferance.
North. Be thou a prey unto the house of York, To entail him and his heirs unto the crown, And die in bands for this unmanly deed!
What is it, but to make thy sepulchre, Clif. In dreadful war mayst thou be overcome ! And creep into it far before thy time? Or live in peace, abandon’d and despis'd!
Warwick is chancellor, and the lord of Calais ; [Exeunt NORTHUMBERLAND, CLIFFORD, and Stern Falconbridge commands the narrow seas ; WESTMORELAND.
The duke is made protector of the realm ; War. Turn this way, Henry, and regard them not. And yet shalt thou be safe? such safety finds Exe. They seek revenge, and therefore will not The trembling lamb, environed with wolves. yield.
Had I been there, which am a silly woman, R. Hen. Ah, Exeter!
The soldiers should have toss'd me on their pikes, War.
Why should you sigh, my lord ? Before I would have granted to that act.