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Whereat the great lord of Northumberland,
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 encounter'd as the battles join'd.
Norf. Such hope have all the line of John of Gaunt?
York. Assist me then, sweet Warwick, and I will;
Norf. We'll all assist you; he, that flies, shall die.
War. And when the king comes, offer him no violence,
York. The queen, this day, here holds her parliament,
Rich. Arm'd as we are, let's stay within this house.
York. Then leave me not, my lords; be resolute;
War. Neither the king, nor he that loves him best,
[WARWICK leads YORK to the Throne, who seats himself.
* Hawks had sometimes little bells hung on them, perhaps to dare the birds.
Flourish. Enter KING HENRY, CLIFFORD, NORTHUMBERLAND, WESTMORELAND, EXETER, and others, with red Roses in their
K. Hen. My lords, look where the sturdy rebel sits,
North. If I be not, heavens, be revenged on me!
Clif. The hope thereof makes Clifford mourn in steel.
K. Hen. Be patient, gentle earl of Westmoreland.
North. Well hast thou spoken, cousin; be it so.
Exe. But when the duke is slain, they'll quickly fly.
[They advance to the Duke.
Thou factious duke of York, descend my throne,
York. Thou art deceived, I am thine.
Exe. For shame, come down; he made thee duke of York.
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. And Warwick shall disprove it. You forget, That we are those, which chased you from the field, And slew your fathers, and with colours spread 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,
War. Poor Clifford! how I scorn his worthless threats!
K. Hen. What title hast thou, traitor to the crown ?
Who made the Dauphin and the French to stoop,
War. Talk not of 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 you lose:Father, tear the crown from the usurper's head.
Edw. Sweet father, do so; set it on your head.
Mont. Good brother, [To YORK.] as thou lov'st and honour'st
Let's fight it out, and not stand cavilling thus.
Rich. Sound drums and trumpets, and the king will fly.
K. Hen. Peace thou! and give king Henry leave to speak.
K. Hen. Think'st thou that I will leave my kingly throne,
War. But prove it, Henry, and thou shalt be king.
K. Hen. I know not what to say; my title 's weak
York. What then?
K. Hen. An if he may, theu am I lawful king:
York. He rose against him, being his sovereign,
War. Suppose, my lords, he did it unconstrain'd, Think you, 'twere 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 ?
Exe. He is the right, and therefore pardon me.
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!
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
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?
Clif. Come, cousin, let us tell the queen these news. 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 mayst thou be overcome! Or live in peace, abandon'd 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.
War. Why should you sigh, my lord?
K. Hen. Not for myself, lord Warwick, but my son,
To honour me as thy king and sovereign;
York. This oath I willingly take, and will perform.
[Coming from the Throne. War. Long live king Henry !-Plantagenet, embrace him. K. Hen. And long live thou, and these thy forward sons! York. Now York and Lancaster are reconciled. Exe. Accursed be he that seeks to make them foes! [Senet. The Lords come forward. York. Farewell, my gracious lord; I'll to my castle. War. And I'll keep London with my soldiers. Norf. And I to Norfolk, with my followers. Mont. And I unto the sea, from whence I came.
[Exeunt YORK, and his Sons, WARWICK, NORFOLK, MONTAGUE, Soldiers, and Attendants. K. Hen. And I, with grief and sorrow, to the court.
Enter QUEEN MARGARET and the Prince of WALES. Exe. Here comes the queen, whose looks bewray * her anger: I'll steal away.
K. Hen. Exeter, so will I.
Q. Mar. Nay, go not from me, I will follow thee.
Prince. Father, you cannot disinherit me:
K. Hen. Pardon me, Margaret;-pardon me, sweet son ;— The earl of Warwick, and the duke, enforced me.
Q. Mar. Enforced thee! art thou king, and wilt be forced ? I shame to hear thee speak. Ah, timorous wretch! Thou hast undone thyself, thy son, and me; And given unto the house of York such head, As thou shalt reign but by their sufferance. To entail him and his heirs unto the crown, What is it, but to make thy sepulchre, And creep into it far before thy time? Warwick is chancellor, and the lord of Calais; Stern Faulconbridge commands the narrow seas; The duke is made protector of the realm; And yet shalt thou be safe? such safety finds