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THIRD PART OF
KING HENRY THE SIXTH.
SCENE I. London. The Parliament House. Drums. Some Soldiers of York's party break in. Then,
enter the DUKE of YORK, EDWARD, RICHARD, NORFOLK,
York. While we pursued the horsemen of the north,
Edw. Lord Stafford's father, duke of Buckingham,
[Showing his bloody sword. Mont. And, brother, here's the earl of Wiltshire's blood,
[To YORK, showing his. Whom I encountered as the battles joined. Rich. Speak thou for me, and tell them what I did.
· [Throwing down the DUKE of SOMERSET's head. York. Richard hath best deserved of all my sons. What, is your 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 so do I.-Victorious prince of York,
Before I see thee seated in that throne
York. Assist me then, sweet Warwick, and I will;
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.
War. And, when the king comes, offer him no violence, Unless he seek to thrust you out by force. [They retire.
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. Armed as we are, let's stay within this house.
War. The bloody parliament shall this be called,
York. Then leave me not, my lords; be resolute;
War. Neither the king, nor he that loves him best, The proudest he that holds up Lancaster, Dares stir a wing, if Warwick shake his bells. I'll plant Plantagenet, root him up who dares.Resolve thee, Richard; claim the English crown. [WARWICK leads YORK to the throne, who
seats himself. Flourish. Enter KING HENRY, CLIFFORD, NORTHUMBER
LAND, WESTMORELAND, EXETER, and others, with red roses in their hats.
K. Hen. My lords, look where the sturdy rebel sits, Even in the chair of state! Belike, he means (Backed by the power of Warwick, that false peer) To aspire unto the crown, and reign as king. Earl of Northumberland, he slew thy father ; -And thine, lord Clifford, and you both have vowed revenge On him, his sons, his favorites, and his friends.
North. If I be not, Heavens, be revenged on me! Clif. The hope thereof makes Clifford mourn in steel.
West. What, shall we suffer this ? Let's pluck him down ; My heart for anger burns; I cannot brook it.
K. Hen. Be patient, gentle earl of Westmoreland.
Clif. Patience is for poltroons, and such as he;
North. Well hast thou spoken, cousin ; be it so.
K. Hen. Ah, know you not the city favors them, And they have troops of soldiers at their beck ?
Exe. But when the duke is slain, they'll quickly fly.
K. Hen. Far be the thought of this from Henry's heart, To make a shambles of the parliament-house ! Cousin of Exeter, frowns, words, and threats, Shall be the war that Henry means to use.
[They advance to the Duke. Thou factious duke of York, descend my throne, And kneel for grace and mercy at my feet. I am thy sovereign. York.
Thou art deceived; I am thine. Exe. For shame, come down; he made thee duke of York. York. 'Twas my inheritance, as the earldom was. Exe. Thy father was a traitor to the crown,
War. Exeter, thou art a traitor to the crown,
Clif. Whom should he follow, but his natural king?
West. He is both king and duke of Lancaster;
War. And Warwick shall disprove it. You forget, That we are those, which chased you from the field, And slew your fathers, and with colors spread Marched through the city to the palace gates.
North. Yes, Warwick, I remember it to my grief; And, by his soul, thou and thy house shall rue it.
West. Plantagenet, of thee, and these thy sons, 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, As shall revenge his death, before I stir.
War. Poor Clifford! how I scorn his worthless threats !
York. Will you, we show our title to the crown? If not, our swords shall plead it in the field.
K. Hen. What title hast thou, traitor, to the crown? Thy father was, as thou art, duke of York;
Thy grandfather, Roger Mortimer, earl of March.
towns and provinces. War. Talk not of France, sith thou hast lost it all.
K. Hen. The lord protector lost it, and not I; When I was crowned, I was but nine months old. Rich. You are old enough now, and yet, methinks, you
Edw. Sweet father, do so; set it on your head.
Rich. Sound drums and trumpets, and the king will ily.
K. Hen. Think'st thou that I will leave my kingly throne, Wherein my grandsire and my father sat? No; first shall war unpeople this my realm ; Ay, and their colors -- often borne in France, And now in England, to our heart's great sorrow Shall be my winding-sheet.-Why faint you, lords? My title's good, and better far than his.
War. But prove it, Henry, and thou shalt be king. K. Hen. Henry the Fourth by conquest got the crown. York. 'Twas by rebellion against his king.
K. Hen. I know not what to say; my title's weak. Tell me, may not a king adopt an heir ?
York. What then?
K. Hen. An if he may, then am I lawful king.
York. He rose against him, being his sovereign,
War. Suppose, my lords, he did it unconstrained, Think you 'twere prejudicial to his crown?
Exe. No; for he could not so resign his crown,
K. Hen. Art thou against us, duke of Exeter ?
York. Why whisper you, my lords, and answer not?
North. Plantagenet, for all the claim thou lay'st,
War. Deposed he shall be, in despite of all.
North. Thou art deceived. 'Tis not thy southern power,
Clif. King Henry, be thy title right or wrong,
K. Hen. O, Clifford, how thy words revive my heart !
York. Henry of Lancaster, resign thy crown.-
War. Do right unto this princely duke of York;
[He stamps, and the Soldiers show themselves. K. Hen. My lord of Warwick, hear me but one word ;Let me, for this my lifetime, reign as king.
York. Confirm the crown to me, and to mine heirs, And thou shalt reign in quiet whilst thou liv’st.
K. Hen. I am content. Richard Plantagenet,
Clif. What wrong is this unto the prince your son !
West. Farewell, faint-hearted and degenerate king,
North. Be thou a prey unto the house of York, And die in bands for this unmanly deed!
Clif. In dreadful war mayst thou be overcome ! Or live in peace, abandoned and despised !
[Exeunt NORTHUMBERLAND, CLIFFORD, and
WESTMORELAND. War. Turn this way, Henry, and regard them not. Exe. They seek revenge, and therefore will not yield. K. Hen. Ah, Exeter!