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On him, his sons, his favourites, and his friends.
North. If I be not, heavens be reveng'd on me!
K. Hen. Be patient, gentle earl of Westmoreland.
Clif. Patience is for poltroons, such as he :
North. Well hast thou spoken, cousin : be
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.
[They advance to the Duke.
I am thine. Exe. For shame! come down : he made thee duke
of York. York. ’T was my inheritance, as the earldom' was. Exe. Thy father was a traitor to the crown.
War. Exeter, thou art a traitor to the crown In following this usurping Henry.
Clif. Whom should he follow, but his natural king ? War. True, Clifford ; that is Richard, duke of York. K. Hen. And shall I stand, and thou sit in my
throne ? York. It must and shall be so. Content thyself. War. Be duke of Lancaster: let him be king.
West. He is both king and duke of Lancaster; And that the lord of Westmoreland shall maintain.
War. And Warwick shall disprove it. You forget, That we are those which chas'd you from the field, And slew your fathers, and with colours spread
1 The "True Tragedy of Richard, Duke of York,” the old play on which this drama was founded, has kingdom.
March'd 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. I am the son of Henry the fifth, Who made the Dauphin and the French to stoop, And seiz'd upon their towns and provinces.
War. Talk not France, sith thou hast lost it all.
K. Hen. The lord protector lost it, and not I: When I was crown'd, I was but nine months old.
Rich. You are old enough now, and yet, methinks,
Father, tear the crown from the usurper's head.
Edw. Sweet father, do so : set it on your head.
honour'st arms, Let's fight it out, and not stand cavilling thus. [fly.
Rich. Sound drums and trumpets, and the king will
throne, Wherein my grandsire, and my father, sat ? No: first shall war unpeople this my realm; Ay, and their colours-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. Prove it, Henry, and thou shalt be king.
York. ’T was by rebellion against his king. K. Hen. I know not what to say : my title 's weak.
(Aside. 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 unconstrain’d, Think you, 't were prejudicial to his crown?
Exe. No; for he could not so resign his crown, But that the next heir should succeed and reign.
K. Hen. Art thou against us, duke of Exeter ?
War. Depos’d he shall be in despite of all.
Clif. King Henry, be thy title right or wrong,
K. Hen. O Clifford, how thy words revive my heart ! York. Henry of Lancaster, resign my crown.What mutter you, or what conspire you, lords ?
War. Do right unto this princely duke of York,
[He stamps, and the Soldiers show themselves.
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K. Hen. My lord of Warwick, hear me but one word. Let me for this my life-time reign as king.
York. Confirm the crown to me, and to mine heirs, And thou shalt reign in quiet while 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, In whose cold blood no spark of honour bides.
North. Be thou a prey unto the house of York, And die in bands for this unmanly deed !
Clif. In dreadful war may'st thou be overcome, Or live in peace, abandon'd and despis'd !
[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 ! War.
Why should you sigh, my lord ? K. Hen. Not for myself, lord Warwick, but my son, Whom I unnaturally shall disinherit. But be it as it may, I here entail The crown to thee, and to thine heirs for ever; (To YORK. Conditionally, that here thou take an oath To cease this civil war, and whilst I live, To honour me as thy king and sovereign ; And neither by treason, nor hostility, To seek to put me down and reign thyself. York. This oath I willingly take, and will perform.
[Coming from the Throne. War. Long live king Henry !-Plantagenet, em
brace him. K. Hen. And long live thou, and these thy forward
York. Now York and Lancaster are reconcil'd.
[Sennet. The Lords come forward. York. Farewell, my gracious lord : I'll to my castle.
War. And I'll keep London with my soldiers.
MONTAGUE, Soldiers, and Attendants.
Prince. Father, you cannot disinherit me.