Clif. Health and all happiness to my lord the king! [Kneels. York. I thank thee, Clifford: Say, what news with thee? Nay, do not fright us with an angry look: We are thy sovereign, Clifford, kneel again; For thy mistaking so, we pardon thee. Clif. This is my king, York, I do not mistake; Sal. My lord, I have consider'd with my self The title of this most renowned duke; And in my conscience do repnte his grace The rightful heir to England's royal seat. K. Hen. Hast thou not sworn allegiance unto me? Sal. I have. K. Hen. Canst thou dispense with heaven for such an oath? Sal. It is great sin, to swear unto a sin; But greater sin, to keep a sinful oath But thou mistak'st me much, to think I do:- tious humour York. Look in a glass, and call thy image so; [tor.1 am thy king, and thou a false-heart traiCall hither to the stake my two brave bears,* That, with the very shaking of their chains, They may astonish these fell lurking curs; Bid Salisbury, and Warwick, come to me. Drums. Enter WARWICK and SALISBURY, with Forces. Clif. Are these thy bears? we'll bait thy bears to death, And manacle the bear-ward+ in their chains, If thou dar'st bring them to the baitingplace. Rich. Oft have I seen a hot o'erweening yourselves. K. Hen. Why, Warwick, hath thy knee forgot to bow? Old Salisbury,-shame to thy silver hair, And seek for sorrow with thy spectacles? The Nevils, earls of Warwick, had a bear and ragged staff for their crest. + Bear-keeper. To do a murderous deed, to rob a man, Q. Mar. A subtle traitor needs no sophister. K. Hen. Call Buckingham, and bid him arm himself. York. Call Buckingham, and all the friends thou hast, I am resolv'd for death, or dignity. Clif. The first I warrant thee, if dreams prove true. War. You were best to go to bed, and dream again, To keep thee from the tempest of the field. Clif. I am resolv'd to bear a greater storm, Than any thou canst conjure up to-day; And that I'll write upon thy burgonet, Might I but know thee by thy household badge. War. Now, by my father's badge, old Nevil's crest, This day I'll wear aloft my burgonet,* Clif. And from thy burgonet I'll rend thy But match to match I have encounter'd him, And made a prey for carrion kites and crows Even of the bonny beast he lov'd so well. Enter CLIFFORD. War. Of one or both of us the time is come. York. Hold, Warwick, seek thee out some other chace, For I myself must hunt this deer to death. War. Then, nobly, York; 'tis for a crown thou fight'st. As I intend, Clifford, to thrive to-day, It grieves my soul to leave thee unassail'd. [Exit WARWICK. Clif. What seest thou in me, York? why dost thou pause? York. With thy brave bearing should I be in love, But that thou art so fast mine enemy. and esteem, But that 'tis shown ignobly and in treason. York. So let it help me now against thy sword, As I in justice and true right express it! Clif. My soul and body on the action both! York. A dreadful lay!*-address thee instantly. [They fight, and CLIFFORD falls. [Dies. York. Thus war hath given thee peace, for Clif. La fin couronne les oeuvres. thou art still. Peace with his soul, heaven, if it be thy will! [Exit. Enter young CLIFFORD. Y. Clif. Shame and confusion! all is on the rout; Fear frames disorder, and disorder wounds Where it should guard. O war, thou son of hell, Whom angry heavens do make their minister, To cease!t-Wast thou ordain'd, dear father, And, in thy reverence, and thy chair-days, thus To die in ruffian battle?-Even at this sight, My heart is turn'd to stone: and, while 'tis mine, It shall be stony. York not our old men spares; Alarums: Excursions. [Exit. Enter King HENRY, Queen MARGARET, and others, retreating. Q. Mar. Away, my lord! you are slow; for shame, away! K. Hen. Can we outrun the heavens ? good Margaret, stay. Q. Mar. What are you made of? you'll not fight, nor fly: Now is it manhood, wisdom, and defence, Of all our fortunes: but if we haply scape, SCENE III.-Fields near Saint Albans. Alarum: Retreat. Flourish; then enter YORK, RICHARD PLANTAGENET, WARWICK, and Soldiers, with Drum and Colours. York. Of Salisbury, who can report of him; That winter lion, who, in rage forgets Aged contusions and all brush of time; And, like a gallant in the brow of youth, Repairs him with occasion? this happy day Is not itself, nor have we won one foot, If Salisbury be lost. Rich. My noble father, Three times to-day I holp him to his horse, And like rich hangings in a homely house, Enter SALISBURY. fought to-day; Sal. Now, by my sword, well hast thou [Richard: By the mass, so did we all.-I thank you, God knows, how long it is I have to live; And it hath pleas'd him, that three times to-day You have defended me from imminent death.Well, lords, we have not got that which we have:* "Tis not enough our foes are this time fled, Being opposites of such repairing nature. I. e. We have not secured that which we have acquired. † I. e. Being enemies that are likely so soon to rally and recover themselves from this defeat. THIRD PART OF KING HENRY VI. PERSONS REPRESENTED. KING HENRY THE SIXTH. side. WESTMORELAND, LORD CLIFFORD Henry's EDMUND, Earl of Rutland, SIR JOHN MORTIMER, Uncles to the Duke of -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. GEORGE, afterwards Duke of Cla- His Sons. QUEEN MARGARET. LADY GREY, afterwards Queen to Edward IV. BONA, Sister to the French Queen. Soldiers, and other attendants on King Henry and King Edward, Messengers, Watchmen, &c. SCENE, during part of the third Act, in France; during all the rest of the Play, in England. L Rich. Arm'd as we are, let's stay within this house. War. The bloody parliament shall this be call'd, Unless Plantagenet, duke of York, be king; And bashful Henry depos'd, whose cowardice Hath made us by-words to our enemies. 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. I'll plant Plantagenet, root him up who dares: crown. 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. K. Hen. Far be the thought of this from To make a shambles of the parliament-house! York. Thou art deceiv'd, I am thine. York. "Twas my inheritance, as the earldom was. Ere. 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? Hawks had sometimes little bells hung on them, perhaps to dare the birds; that is, to fright them from rising. War. True, Clifford; and that's 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, [field, That we are those, which chas'd you from the 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, [lives, Thy kinsmen, and thy friends, I'll have more 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, 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 arms, Let's fight it out, and not stand cavilling thus. K. Hen. Peace thou! and give king Henry leave to speak. War. Plantagenet shall speak first:-hear him, lords; And be you silent and attentive too, 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 colours-often borne in France; And now in England, to our heart's great sor[lords? row, |