Earl of Northumberland, Lords on King Henry's side. Earl of Westmoreland, Richard Plantagenet, Duke of York. Edmund, Earl of Rutland, George, afterwards Duke of Clarence, Duke of Norfolk, Marquis of Montague, Earl of Warwick, Earl of Pembroke, Lord Hastings, Lord Stafford, Sir John Mortimer, Sir Hugh Mortimer, his Sons. of the Duke of York's Party. Uncles to the Duke of York. Henry, Earl of Richmond, a Youth. Lord Rivers, Brother to Lady Grey. Sir William Stanley. Sir John Montgomery. Sir John Somerville. Tutor to Rutland. Mayor of York. Lieutenant of the Tower. A Nobleman. Two Keepers. A Huntsman. A Son that has killed his Father. A Father that has killed his Son. Queen Margaret. Lady Grey, afterwards Queen to Edward IV. Soldiers, and other Attendants on King Henry and King SCENE, during Part of the Third Act, in France; during all the rest of the Play, in England. SCENE 1. 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: Whereat the great lord of Northumberland, I cleft his beaver with a downright blow; 40X12 Showing his bloody Sword. Mont. And, brother, here's the earl of Wiltshire's Which now the house of Lancaster usurps, York. Assist me then, sweet Warwick, and I will; For hither we have broken in by force. 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. York. Then leave me not, my lords; be resolute; I mean to take possession of my right. 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. |