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And manacle the bear-ward in their chains,
And such a piece of service will you do,
If you oppose yourselves to match Lord Warwick. 156
Clif. Hence, heap of wrath, foul indigested lump,
As crooked in thy manners as thy shape!
And seek for sorrow with thy spectacles?
Sal. My lord, I have consider'd with myself
Sal. It is great sin to swear unto a sin, But greater sin to keep a sinful oath. Who can be bound by any solemn vow To do a murderous deed, to rob a man, To force a spotless virgin's chastity, To reave the orphan of his patrimony, To wring the widow from her custom'd right, And have no other reason for this wrong 189 But that he was bound by a solemn oath? Q. Mar. A subtle traitor needs no sophister. K. Hen. Call Buckingham, and bid him arm himself.
SCENE II.-Saint Alban's. Alarums: Excursions. Enter WARWICK. War. Clifford of Cumberland, 'tis Warwick calls:
And if thou dost not hide thee from the bear, Now, when the angry trumpet sounds alarm, And dead men's cries do fill the empty air, Clifford, I say, come forth, and fight with me! Proud northern lord, Clifford of Cumberland, Warwick is hoarse with calling thee to arms.
Clif. Nor should thy prowess want praise For underneath an alehouse' paltry sign,
Y. Clif. Shame and confusion! all is on the To give the enemy way, and to secure us 76
Fear frames disorder, and disorder wounds
Hath no self-love; nor he that loves himself
Re-enter Young CLIFFORD.
SCENE III.-Field near Saint Alban's. Alarum. Retreat. Flourish; then enter YORK, RICHARD, WARWICK, and Soldiers, with
drum and colours.
By the mass, so did we all. I thank you,
God knows how long it is I have to live;
York. Of Salisbury, who can report of him; You have defended me from imminent death. That winter lion, who in rage forgets Well, lords, we have not got that which we
But still, where danger was, still there I met
And like rich hangings in a homely house,
For, as I hear, the king is fled to London,
To call a present court of parliament:
Let us pursue him ere the writs go forth:-
War. After them! nay, before them, if we
12 Now, by my hand, lords, 'twas a glorious day:
Sal. Now, by my sword, well hast thou fought And more such days as these to us befall!
GEORGE, afterwards Duke of Cla-his Sons. A Father that has killed his Son.
EARL OF PEMBROKE,
of the Duke of York's Party.
LADY GREY, afterwards Queen to Edward the
BONA, Sister to the French Queen.
Soldiers, and other Attendants on King Henry and King Edward, Messengers, Watchmen, &c.
SCENE.-During part of the Third Act, in France; during the rest of the Play, in England.
SCENE I.-London. The Parliament-House. Drums. Some Soldiers of YORK's party break in. Then, enter the DUKE OF YORK, EDWARD, RICHARD, NORFOLK, MONTAGUE, WARWICK, and Others, with white roses in their hats.
War. I wonder how the king escap'd our hands.
York. While we pursu'd the horsemen of the north,
He slily stole away and left his men:
Were by the swords of common soldiers slain. Edw. Lord Stafford's father, Duke of Buckingham,
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.32 War. And when the king comes, offer him no violence,
Unless he seek to thrust you out perforce. [The Soldiers retire. York. The queen this day here holds her parliament,
But little thinks we shall be of her council: 36 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 call'd,
Unless Plantagenet, Duke of York, be king, 40 And bashful Henry depos'd, whose cowardice Hath made us by-words to our enemies.
York. Then leave me not, my lords; be resolute;
I mean to take possession of my right.
Clif. Patience is for poltroons, such as he: He durst not sit there had your father liv'd. My gracious lord, here in the parliament Let us assail the family of York.
North. Well hast thou spoken, cousin: be it so.
K. Hen. Ah! know you not the city favours them,
And they have troops of soldiers at their beck? Exe. But when the duke is slain they'll quickly fly. 69
K. Hen. Far be the thought of this from
To make a shambles of the parliament-house!
I am thine.
Thy kinsmen and thy friends, I'll have more lives
Than drops of blood were in my father's veins. Clif. Urge it no more; lest that instead of words,
I send thee, Warwick, such a messenger