Tell me, my friend, art thou the man that flew him? K. Henry. How art thou call'd? and what is thy degree? Buck. So please it you, my Lord, 'twere not amiss He were created Knight for his good service. K. Henry. Iden, kneel down; and rise thou up a Knight: We give thee for reward a thousand marks, And will that thou henceforth attend on us. Iden. May Iden live to merit fuch a bounty, And never live but true unto his Liege! SCENE III. Enter Queen Margaret and Somerset. K.Henry.See, Buckingham, Somerset comes with the Queen; Go, bid her hide him quickly from the Duke. Q. Mar. For thoufand Yorks he fhall not hide his head, But boldly ftand and front him to his face. York. How now? is Somerfet at liberty? Falfe King, why haft thou broken faith with me, Which dar'ft not, no, nor canft not rule a traitor. The story is that Telephus the Son of Hercules being King of Myfia oppofed the paffage of the Greeks to Troy, and being griev oufly wounded by Achilles confulted the oracle how he might be cured. The answer he received was that nothing but the fame Spear which gave the Wound could heal it: upon which he made friends to Achilles who by the ruft from the steel of his Spear fcraped into the Wound cured him. And in return for fo great a benefit Telephus followed Achilles as an Auxiliary to the siege of Troy. Ovid refers to this Story in the following verses: Is able with the change to kill and cure,' And with the fame to act controlling laws: York. Sirrah, call in my fons to be my bail: I know, ere they will let me go to ward, Enter Edward Plantagenet and Richard Plantagenet. See where they come, I'll warrant they'll make it good. Enter Clifford. Q. Mar. And here comes Clifford, to deny their bail. Clif. Health and all happiness to my Lord the King! York. I thank thee, Clifford; fay, what news with thee? Nay, do not fright me with an angry look; We are thy Sovereign, Clifford, kneel again; For thy mistaking fo, we pardon thee. Clif. This is my King, York, I do not mistake, But thou mistak'ft me much to think I do; To Bediam with him, is the man grown mad? K. Henry. Ay, Clifford, a Bedlam and ambitious humour Makes him oppose himself against his King. Vulnus in Herculeo quæ quondam fecerat hofte Vulneris auxilium Pelias hafta tulit. And Propertius. Alyfus & Æmonid juvenis quâ cufpide vulnus Clif. He is a traitor, let him to the Tower, And crop away that factious pate of his. Q. Mar. He is arrefted, but will not obey: His fons, he says, fhall give their words for him. York. Will you not, fons? E. Plan. Ay, noble father, if our words will serve. R. Plan. And if words will not, then our weapons fhall, Clif. Why, what a brood of traitors have we here! York. Look in a glafs, and call thy image fo. I am the King, and thou a falfe-heart traitor; Call hither to the ftake 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. SCENE IV. Enter the Earls of Salisbury and Warwick. Clif. Are these thy bears? we'll bait thy bears to death, And manacle the bear-ward in their chains, If thou dar'ft bring them to the baiting-place. R. Plan. Oft have I feen a hot o'er-weening cur York. Nay, we fhall heat you thoroughly anon. Thou mad mif-leader of thy brain-fick son, What, wilt thou on thy death-bed play the ruffian, And fhame thine honourable age with blood? Alluding to the Nevills' creft which was the Bear and rigged af. Why Why art thou old, and want'ft experience? K. Henry. Haft thou not fworn allegiance unto me? K.Henry.Canft thou difpenfe with heav'n for fuch an oath? Sal. It is great fin to swear unto a fin; But greater fin to keep a finful oath : Who can be bound by any folemn vow To do a murd'rous deed, to rob a man, To force a spotless virgin's chastity, To 'reave the orphan of his patrimony, To wring the widow from her cuftom'd right, And have no other reason for his wrong, But that he was bound by a folemn oath ? Q. Mar. A fubtle traitor needs no fophifter. K. Henry. Call Buckingham, and bid him arm himself. York. Call Buckingham and all the friends thou haft, I am refolv'd for death or dignity. Old Clif. The first, I warrant thee; if dreams prove true. Old Clif. I am refolv'd to bear a greater ftorm War. Now by my father's badge, old Nevil's creft, Old Clif. And from thy burgonet I'll rend thy bear, H Y. Clif 1 Y. Clif. And fo to arms, victorious noble father, To quell the rebels and their complices. R. Plan. Fie, charity for fhame, fpeak not in fpight, For you fhall fup with Jefu Chrift to-night. Y.Clif. Foul ftigmatick, that's more than thou canft tell. SCENE V. The Battle at St. Albans. Enter Warwick. War. Clifford of Cumberland, 'tis Warwick calls Enter York. War. How now, my noble Lord? what all a-foot ? Enter Clifford. War. Of one or both of us the time is come. York, Hold, Warwick: feek thee out fome other chase, 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 foul to leave thee unaffail'd. [Exit War. Clif. What feeft thou in me, York? why doft thou pause? York. With thy brave bearing fhould I be in love, But that thou art so fast mine enemy. Clif. Nor should thy prowefs want praise and efteem, But that 'tis fhewn ignobly, and in treafon. York. So let it help me now against thy fword, As I in juftice and true right exprefs it! Clif. My foul and body on the action both! [Fight. [Dies. York, |