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Fath. Thou, that so stoutly hast resisted ml,
Gire me thy gold, if thou hast any gold;
For I have bought it with an hundred bloms-
But let me see is this our foeman's face!
Ah, no, no, no, it is mine only son -
Ab, boy, if any life be left in thee,
Throw up thine eye; see, see, what showers still
Blown with the windy tempest of my heart,
Upon thy wounds, that kill

' mine eye and heart!
o, pity, God, this miserable
What stratagems, how fell, how butcherly,
Erroneous, mutinous, and unnatural,
This deadly quarrel daily doth beget!
0 boy, thy father gave thee life too soon,
And hath bereft thee of thy life too late!
K. Hen. Woe above woe! grief more than est

mon grief -
0, that

my death would stay these rutbful deeds!
pity, pity, gentle heaven, pity!
The red rose and the white are on his fact
The fatal colours of our striving houses ;
The one, his purple blood right well resembles ;
The other, his pale cheeks, methinks, presenti
Wither one rose, and let the other flourish!
If you contend, a thousand lives must witbar

Sou. How will my mother, for a father's death
Take on with me, and

ne'er be satisfied!
Fatk. How will my wife, for slaughter of sys*
Shed seas of tears, and ne'er be satisfied!

chances,
Misthink the king, and not be satisfied!

Pn. Was ever son, so ra'd a father's death!
Fath. Was ever father, so bemoand his so!

And so obsequious will thy father be,
Sad for the loss of thee, having no more,
As Priam was for all his valiant sons.
I'll bear thee hence; and let them fight, that will,
For I have murder'd, where I should not kill.

[Exit, with the body.
K. Hen. Sad-hearted men, much overgone with

care,
Here sits a king, more wofal than you are.
Alarums: Excursions. Enter Queen MARGARET,

Prince of Wales, and EXETER.
Prince. Fly, father, fly! for all your friends are

fled,
And Warwick rages like a chafed bull:
Away! for death doth hold us in pursuit.
Q. Mar. Mount you, my lord, towards Berwick

post amain :
Edward and Richard, like a brace of greyhounds
Having the fearful flying hare in sight,
With fiery eyes, sparkling for very wrath,
And bloody steel grasp'a in their ireful hands,
Are at our backs; and therefore hence amain.

Exe. Away! for vengeance comes along with them:
Nay, stay not to expostulate, make speed;
Or else come after, I'll away before.

K.Hen. Nay, take me with thee,good sweet Exeter;
Not that I fear to stay, but love to go
Whither the queen intends. Forward ; away!

[Exeunt.
SCENE VI,

The same.
A loud alarum. Enter CLIFFORD, wounded.

Clif. Here burns my candle out, ay, here it dies,
Which, while it lasted, gave king Henry light.
0, Lancaster! I fear thy overthrow,
More than my body's parting with my soul.
My love, and fear, glew'd many friends to thee;
And, now I fall, thy tough commixtures melt.
Impairing Henry, strength'ning mis-proud York,
The common people swarm like summer flies :
And whither fly the gnats, but to the sun ?
And who skines now but Henry's enemies ?
O Phoebus ! hadst thou never given consent
That Phatton
should check

thy fiery steeds,

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Son. I'll bear thee hence, where I may well

fill.
Fath. These arms of mine shall be thy windot

sheet;
My heart, sweet boy, shall be thy sepulekre i
For from my heart thine image ne'er shall go
My sighing breast shall be thy funeral bell;

Thy burning car never had scorch'd the earth :
And, Henry, badst thou sway'd as kings should do,
Or as thy father, and his father, did,
Given no ground unto the house of York,
They

never then had sprung like summer flies ;
1, and ten thousand in this luckless realm,
Á ad left no mourning widows for our death,
And thou this day hadst kept thy chair in peace.
For what doth cherish weeds but gentle air ?
And what makes robbers bold, but too much lenity!
Bootless are plaints, and cureless are my wounds;
No way to fly, nor strength to hold out flight:
The foe is merciless, and will not pity;
For, at their hands, I have deserv'a no pity.
The air hath got into my deadly wounds,
And much effuse of blood doth make me faint:
Come, York, and Richard, Warwick, and the rest;
1 stabb'd your father's bosoms, split my breast.

(He faints. Alnrum and retrent. Enter EDWARD, GEORGE, RICHARD, MONTAGUE, WARWICK, and Soldiers. Edw. Now breathe we, lords; good fortune bids

us pause, And smooth the frowns of war with peaceful looks. Some troops pursue the bloody-minded queen ;That led calm Henry, though he were a king, As doth a sail, fill'd with a fretting gust, Command an argosy to stem the waves. But think you, lords, that Clifford fled with them!

War. No, 'tis impossible he should escape : Por, though before his face I speak the words, Your brother Richard mark'd him for the grave : And, wheresoe'er he is, he's surely dend.

(Clifford groans and dies. Edw. Whose soul is that, which takes her heavy

leave! Rich. A deadly groan, like life and death de

parting. Edw. See who it is : and, now the battle's ended, If friend, or foe, let him be gently us'd.

Rick. Revoke that doom of mercy, for 'tis Clifford ; Who, pot contented that he lopp'd the branch In hewing Rutland, when his leaves put forth, But set his murdering knife unto the root, From whence that tender spray did sweetly spring,

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Thy burning car never had scorch'd the earth:
And, Henry, hadst thou sway'd as kings should do
Or as thy father, and his father, did,
Given no ground unto the house of York,
They never then had sprung like summer flies;
1, and ten thousand in this luckless realm,
Had left no mourning widows for our death,
And thou this day hadst kept thy chair in peace.
For what doth cherish weeds but gentle nif?
And what makes robbers bold, but too much lenity!
Bootless are plaints, and cureless are my weands,
No way to fly, nor strength to hold out flight:
The foe is merciless, and will not pity;
For, at their hands, I have deserv'd no pity.

The air bath got into my deadly wounds,
And much elfase of blood doth make me faint-
Come, York, and Richard, Warwick, and the rest
Istabb'd your father's bosoms, split my breast

Sc. 6. KING HENRY VI.
I mean, our princely father, duke of York.
War. From off the gates of York fetch down the

head,
Your father's head, which Clifford placed there :
Instead whereof, let this supply the room ;
Measure for measure must be answered.
Edo. Bring forth that fatal screech-owl to our

honse,
That nothing sung but death to us and ours :
Now death shall stop his dismal threatening sound,
And his ill-boding tongue no more shall speak.

Attendants bring the body forward.
War. I think his understanding is bereft :-
Speak, Clifford, dost thou know who speaks to thee!
Dark cloudy death o'ershades his beams of life,
And he nor sees, nor hears us what we say.

Rich. O, 'would he did ! and so, perhaps, he doth;
'Tis but his policy to counterfeit,
Because he would avoid such bitter taunts,
Which in the time of death he gave our father.

Geo. If so thou think'st, vex him with eager words.
Rich. Clifford, ask mercy,

obtain no grace.
Edw. Clifford, repent in bootless penitence.
Wur. Clifford, devise excuses for thy faults.
Ger. While we devise fell tortures for thy faults.
Rich. Thou didst love York, and I am son to York.
Edw. Thou pitied'st Rutland, I will pity thee.
Geo. Where's captain Margaret, to fence you now!
War. They mock thee, Clifford! swear as thou

wast wont.
Rich. What, not an oath? nay, then the world
When Clifford cannot spare his friends an oath :-
I know by that, he's dead; And, by my soul,
If this right

hand would buy two hours life,
That I in all despite might rail at him,
This hand should chop it off ; and with the issuing

blood
Stifle the villain, whose unstaunched thirst
York and young Ratland could not

satisfy.
War. Ay, but he's dead : Off with the traitor's

head,
And rear it in the place your father's stands.-
And now to London with triumphant march,
There to be crowned England's royal king.
From whence shall Warwick cut the sea to France,
And ask the lady Bona for thy queen:

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Alarum and retreat. Enter EDWARD, GEORGE
RICHARD, MONTAGUE, WARWICK,
Saldiers.
Edw. Now breathe we, lords; good fortune bi

us pause,
And smooth the frowns of war with peaceful tools.-
Some troops pursue the bloody-minded queen,
That led calm Henry, though he were a king,
As doth a sail, fill'd with a fretting gust,
Command an argosy to stem the waves.
But think you, lords, that Clifford fled with them!

War. No, 'tis impossible he should escape
For, though before his face I speak the words,
Your brother Richard mark'd him for the grant:
And, wheresoe'er he is, he's surely dead.

(Cliford groans and is
Edao. Whose soul is that, which takes her heart

leave!
Rich. A deadly groan, like life and death do

parting;
Edu. See who it is: and, now the battle's ended,
If friend, or foe, let him be gently us'd.

Rick. Revoke that doom of mercy, for 'tis Clifordi
Who, not contented that he lopp'd the branch
In hewing Rutland, when his leaves put fortá,
But set his murdering knife unto the root,

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So shalt thou sinew both these lands together;
And, having France thy friend, thou shalt not dread

The scatter'd foe, that hopes to rise again;
For though they cannot greatly sting to hurt,
Yet look to have them buz, to offend thine ears.
First, I will see the coronation ;
And then to Britany I'll cross the sea,
To effect this marriage, so it please my lord.

Edw. Even as thou wilt, sweet Warwick, let it be:
For on thy shoulder do I build my seat;
And never will I undertake the thing,
Wherein thy counsel and consent is wanting.-
Richard, I will create thee duke of Gloster;
And George, of Clarence ;-Warwick, as ourself,
Shall do, and undo, as him pleaseth best.
Rich. Let me be duke of 'Clarence; George, of

Gloster;
For Gloster's dukedom is too ominous.

War. Tut, that's a foolish observation;
Richard, be duke of Gloster: Now to London,
To see these honours in possession. [Eacunt.

ACT III. SCENE I.

A chase in the North of England. Enter two Keepers, with cross-bows in their hands. 1 Keep. Under this thick-grown brake we'll

shroud ourselves; For through this laund anon the deer will come ; And in this covert will we make our stand, Culling the principal of all the deer, 2 Keep. I'll stay above the hill, so both may

shoot. 1 Keep. That cannot be ; the noise of thy cross-bow Will scare the herd, and so my shoot is lost. Here stand we both, and aim we at the best : And, for the time shall not seem tedious, I'll tell thee what befell me on a day In this self-place, where now we mean to stand. 2 Keep. Here comes a man, let's stay till he be

past. Enter King HENRY, disguised, with a prayer-book. K. Hen. From Scotland am I stol'n, even of pure

love, To greet mine own land with my wishful sight. No, Harry, Harry, 'cis no land of thine ;

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So shalt thou siner both these lands together;
And, having France thy friend, thou shalt not dread
The scatter'd foe, that hopes to rise again;
For though they cannot greatly sting to hurt,
Yet look to have them buz, to offend thine ears.
First, I will see the coronation;
And then to Britany I'll cross the sea,
To effect this marriage, so it please my lord.
Bite. Even as thou wilt, sweet Warwick, let it be:
For on thy shoulder do I build

my seat;
And never will I undertake the thing,
Wherein the counsel and consent is wanting -
Richard, I will create thee duke of Gloster ;-
And George, of Clarence ;-Warwick, as ourself,
Shall do, and undo, as him pleaseth best.
Rick. Let me be duke of Clarence; George,

Gloster;
For Gloster's du kedom is too ominous.

War. Tut, that's a foolish observation;
Richard, be duke of Gloster: Now to London,
To see these honours in possession.

ACT III. SCENE I.

A chase in the North of England. Enter too deepers, with cross-boues in their hands. 1 Keep. Under this thick-grown brake well

shroud ourselves; For through this laund anon the deer will come; And in this covert will we make our stand, Culling the principal of all the deer. 2 Keep. I'll stay above the hill, so both may

shoot. 1 Keep. That cannot be; the noise of thy cross-bow Will scare the herd, and so my shoot is lost. Here stand we both, and aim we at the best : And, for the time shall not seem tedious, I'll tell thee what befell me on a day In this self-place, where now we mean to stand. 2 Keep. Here comes a man, let's stay till he be

past. Enter King HENRY, disguised, with a prayer-book. K. Hen. From Scotland am I stol'n, even of pure

love, To greet mine own land with my wishful sight. No, Harry, Harry, 'tis no land of thine ;

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Thy place is fill'd, thy sceptre wrung from thee,
Thy balm wash'd off, where with thou wast anointed:
No bending kniee will call thee Cæsar now,
No humble suitors press to speak for right,
No, not a man comes for redress of thee;
For how can I help them, and not myself!
1 Keen. Ay, here's a deer, whose skin's a keeper's

fee;
This is the quondam king; let's seize upon him.

K. Ken. Let me embrace these sour adversities; For wise men say, it is the wisest course. 2 Keep. Why linger we ? let us lay hands upon

him.
1 Keep. Forbear a while; we'll hear a little more.
K. Hen. My queen, and son, are gone to France

for aid';
And, as I hear, the great commanding Warwick
Is thither gone, to crave the French king's sister
To wife for Edward : If this news be true,
Poor
For Warwick is a subtle orator,

queen, and son, your labour is but lost;
And Lewis a prince soon won with moving words.
By this account, then, Margaret may win him;
For she's a woman to be pitied much:
Her sighs will make a battery in his breast;
Her tears will pierce into a marble heart;
The tiger will be mild, while she doth mourn;
And Nero will be tainted with remorse,
To hear, and see, her plaints, her brinish tears.
Ay, but she's come to beg; Warwick, to give :

on his left side, craving aid for Henry;
He, on his right,
asking a wife

for Edward
She weeps, and saysher Henry is depos’d;
He smiles, and says-his Edward is installa;
Whiles Warwick tells his title, smooths the wrong,
Inferreth arguments of mighty strength;
And, in conclusion, wins the king from her,
With promise of his sister, and what else,
To strengthen and support king Edward's place.
O Margaret, thus 'twill be ; and thou, poor soul,
Art then forsaken, as thou went'st forlorn.
2 Keep. Say, what art thou, that talk'st of kings

and queens?
K. Hen. More than I seem, and less than I was
A man at least, for less I should not bo;

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