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. Plantagenet, embrace him. K. Hen. And long live thou, and these thy forward sons! [Sennet. The Lords come forward. York. Farewell, my gracious lord: I'll to my castle. [Exeunt YORK, and his Sons, WARWICK, NORfolk, 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. Q. Mar. Nay, go not from me; I will follow thee. Thou wouldst have left thy dearest heart-blood there, Prince. Father, you cannot disinherit me. [Going. K. Hen. Pardon me, Margaret; - pardon me, sweet son:The earl of Warwick, and the duke, enforc'd me. Q. Mar. Enforc'd thee! art thou king, and wilt be forc'd? I shame to hear thee speak. Ah, timorous wretch! Thou hast undone thyself, thy son, and me, Warwick is chancellor, and the lord of Calais; The northern lords, that have forsworn thy colours, And spread they shall be, to thy foul disgrace, Thus do I leave thee. Come, son, let's away: K. Hen. Stay, gentle Margaret, and hear me speak. Q. Mar. K. Hen. Q. Mar. Ay, to be murder'd by his enemies. I'll see your grace; till then, I'll follow her. Q. Mar. Come, son; away! we may not linger thus. [Exeunt Queen MARGARET, and the Prince. K. Hen. Poor queen! how love to me, and to her son, SCENE II. A Room in Sandal Castle, near Wakefield. [Exeunt. Enter EDWARD, RICHARD, and MONTAGue. Mont. But I have reasons strong and forcible. Enter YORK. York. Why, how now, sons and brother! at a strife? What is your quarrel? how began it first? Edw. No quarrel, but a slight contention. York. About what? Rich. About that which concerns your grace, and us; York. Mine, boy? not till king Henry be dead. York. I took an oath that he should quietly reign. Rich. No; God forbid, your grace should be forsworn. Rich. I'll prove the contrary, if you'll hear me speak. Rich. An oath is of no moment, being not took Before a true and lawful magistrate, That hath authority over him that swears: Henry had none, but did usurp the place; Then, seeing 't was he that made you to depose, Therefore, to arms. And, father, do but think, And all that poets feign of bliss and joy. York. Richard, enough: I will be king, or die. · Brother, thou shalt to London presently, You, Edward, shall unto my lord Cobham, While you are thus employ'd, what resteth more, And yet the king not privy to my drift, Nor any of the house of Lancaster? Enter a Messenger. But, stay. What news? Why com'st thou in such post? Mess. The queen, with all the northern earls and lords, She is hard by with twenty thousand men, York. Ay, with my sword. What! think'st thou, that we fear them? Edward and Richard, you shall stay with me: My brother Montague shall post to London. Let noble Warwick, Cobham, and the rest, Mont. Brother, I go; I'll win them, fear it not: Enter Sir JOHN and Sir HUGH MORTIMER. [Exit. York. Sir John, and Sir Hugh Mortimer, mine uncles, You are come to Sandal in a happy hour; The army of the queen mean to besiege us. Sir John. She shall not need, we'll meet her in the field. York. What, with five thousand men? Rich. Ay, with five hundred, father, for a need. A woman's general; what should we fear? [A March afar off. Edw. I hear their drums: let's set our men in order, And issue forth, and bid them battle straight. York. Five men to twenty! - though the odds be great, I doubt not, uncle, of our victory. Many a battle have I won in France, When as the enemy hath been ten to one: Why should I not now have the like success? [Alarum. Exeunt. SCENE III. Plains near Sandal Castle. Alarums: Excursions. Enter RUTLAND, and his Tutor. Rut. Ah! whither shall I fly to 'scape their hands? Ah, tutor! look, where bloody Clifford comes. Enter CLIFFORD, and Soldiers. Clif. Chaplain, away: thy priesthood saves thy life. As for the brat of this accursed duke, Whose father slew my father, he shall die. Tut. And I, my lord, will bear him company. Tut. Ah, Clifford! murder not this innocent child, |