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you be ta'en, we then should see the bottom Three times bestrid him, thrice I led him off,
of all our fortunes: but, if we haply scape,

Persuaded him from any further act :
(As well we may, if not through your neglect,) But still, where danger was, still there I met him;
We shall to London get; where you are lov'd; And like rich hangings in a homely house,
And where this breach, now in our fortunes made, So was his will in his old feeble body.
May readily be stopp'd.

But, noble as he is, look where he comes.
Enter Young CLIFFORD.
Y. Clif. But that my heart's on future mischief set,

Enter SALISBURY.
I would speak blasphemy, ere bid you fly i Sal.Now, by my sword, well hast thou fought to-day;
But fly you must; uncurable discomfit

By the mass, so did we all. -- I thank you, Richard :
Reigns in the hearts of all our present parts. God knows, how long it is I have to live;
Away, for your relief and we will live

And it hath pleas'd him, that three times to-day
To see their day, and them our fortune give: You have defended me from imminent death.--
Away, my lord, away!

(Exeunt. Well, lords, we have not got that which we have; SCENE III. - Fields near Saint Albans. 'Tis not enough our foes are this time fled, Alarum: Retreat. Flourish; then enter York, Ri- Being opposites of such repairing nature. CHARD PLANTAGENET, Warwick, and Soldiers, York. I know, our safety is to follow them; with drum and colours.

For, as I hear, the king is fled to London, York. Of Salisbury, who can report of him; To call a present court of parliament. That winter lion, who, in rage, forgets

Let us pursue him, ere the writs go forth: Aged contusions and all brush of time;

What says lord Warwick ? shall we after them ?--
And, like a gallant in the brow of youth,

War. After them! nay, before them, if we can !
Repairs him with occasion ? this happy day Now by my faith, lords, 'twas a glorious day:
Is not itself, nor have we won one foot,

Saint Albans' battle, won by famous York,
If Salisbury be lost.

Shall be eterniz'd in all age to come.Rich. My noble father,

Sound, drums and trumpets ; — and to London all: There times to-day I holp him to his horse, And more such days as these to us befall! (Exeunt.

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persons of the era m a. King Henry the Sixth:

Sir John MORTIMER, uncles to the duke of Edward, prince of Wales, his son.

Sir Hugh MORTIMER,

York. Lewis XI. king of France.

Henny, Earl of Richard, a youth, Duke of SOMERSET,

Lurd Rivers, brother to lady GREY. Duke of Exeter,

Sir WILLIAM STANLEY, Earl of OXFORD,

lords on king Sir Jous MontgomERY. Earl of NORTHUMBERLAND,

Henry's side. Sir Joux SOMERVILLE, Earl of WESTMORELAND,

Tutor 10 RUTLAND. Lord CLIFFORD,

Mayor of York. RICHARD Plantagenet, duke of YORK :

Lieutenant of the Tower. EDWARD, earl of March, after

A Nobleman, wurds king EDWARD IV.

Two keepers. Edmund, earl of RUTLAND,

A Huntsman.

his sons. George, afterwards duke of

A Son that has killed his father. CLARENCE,

A Father that has killed his son. RICHARD, afterwards duke of

Queen MARGARET, GLOCESTER,

Lady Grey, afterwards queen to Edward IV.
Duke of NORFOLK,

Bona, sister to the French queen.
Marquis of Montague,
Earl of WARWICK,

of the duke of York's Soldiers, and other Attendants on king Hesby and Earl of POMBROKE,

party.

king Edward, Messengers, Watchmen etc. Lord Hastings, Lord STAFFORD,

Scene, during part of the third act, in France; during all the rest of the play, in England.

Аст I.

white roses in their hats.

War. I wonder, how the king escap'd our hands, SCENEI.-London. The Parliament-House.

York. While

we pursu'd the horsemen of the north,
Drums. Some Soldiers of York's party break in. He slily stole away, and left his men:
Then, enter the Duke of York, EDWARD, Richard, Whereat the great lord of Northumberland,
NORFOLK, Montague, Warwics, and Others with) Whose warlike ears could never brook retreat

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Cheer'd up the drooping army: and himself, K. Hen. Ah, know you not, the city favours them,
Lord Clifford, and lord Stafford, all a-breast, And they have troops of soldiers at their beck?
Charg'd our main battle's front, and, breaking in, Exe. But, when the duke is slain, they'll quickly fly.
Were by the swords of common soldiers slain. K. Hen. Far be the thought of this from Heory's

Edw. Lord Stafford's father, duke of Buckingham, heart,
Is either slain, or wouuded dangerous :

To make a shambles of the parliament-house! I cleft his beaver with a downright blow:

Cousin of Exeter, frowns, words, and threats, That this is true, father, behold his blood.

Shall be the war that Henry means toʻnse. (Showing his bloody sword.

{They advance to the Duke. Mont. And, brother, here's the earl of Wiltshire's Thou factions duke of York, descend my throne, blood.

[To York, showing his. And kneel for grace and mercy at my feet; Whom I enconnter'd as the battles join'd. I am thy sovereign. Rich. Speak thou for me, and tell them what I did. York. Thou art deceiv’d, I am thine.

[Throwing down the duke of Somerset's head. Exe. For shame, come down; he made thee duke York. Richard hath best desery'd of all my sons.

of York. What, is your grace dead, my

lord of Somerset? York. 'Twas my inheritance, as the earldom was.
Norf. Such hope have all the line of John of Gannt! Exe. Thy father was a traitor to the crown.
Rich. Thus do I hope to shake king Henry's head. War. Exeter, thou art a traitor to the crown,
Har. And so do I. - Victorious prince of York, In following this usurping Henry.
Before I see thee seated in that throne

Clif. Whom should he follow, but his natural king?
Which now the house of Lancaster usurps,

War. True, Clifford; and that's Richard, duke of
I vow by heaven, these eyes shall never close.

York.
This is the palace of the fearful king,

K. Hen. And shall I stand, and thou sit in my throne?
And this the regal seat: possess it, York;

York. It must and shall be so. Content thyself.
For this is thine, and not king Henry's heirs. War. Be duke of Lancaster, let him be king.

York. Assist me then, sweet Warwick, and I will; West. He is both king and duke of Lancaster;
For hither we have broken in by force.

And that the lord of Westmoreland shall mainiain.
Norf. We'll all assist yon; he, that flies, shall die. War. And Warwick shall disprove it. You forget,
York. Thanks, gentle Norfolk, – stay by me, my That we are those which chas'd you from the field,
lords;

And slew your fathers, and with colours spread And, soldiers, stay, and lodge by me this night. March'd through the city to the palace gates. Wur. And, when the king comes,

offer him no North. Yes, Warwick, I remember it to my grief ; violence,

And, by his soul, thou and thy house shall rue it.
Unless he seek to thrust you ont by force. (They retire. West. Plantagenet, of thee, and these thy sons,

York. The queen, this day, here holds her parliament, Thy kinsmen, and thy friends, I'll have more lives,
But little thinks we shall be of her council: Than drops of blood were in my father's veins.
By words, or blows, here let us win our right. Clif. Urge it no more ; lest that, instead of words,

Rich. Arm’d as we are, let's stay within this house. I send thee, Warwick, such a messenger,
War. The bloody parliament shall this be call’d, As shall revenge his death, before I stir.
Unless Plantagenet, duke of York, be king;

War. Poor Clifford! how I scorn his worthless
And bashful Henry depos’d, whose cowardice

threats !
Hath made us by-words to our enemies.

York. Will you, we show our title to the crown ?
York. Then leave me not, my lords; be resolute; If not, our swords shall plead it in the field.
I mean to take possession of my right.

K. Hen. What title hast thou, traitor, to the crown?
War. Neither the king, nor he that loves him best, Thy father was, as thou art, duke of York;
The proudest he that holds up Lancaster, Thy grandfather, Roger Mortimer, earl of March:
Dares stir a wing, if Warwick shake his bells. I am the son of Henry the fifth, '
I'll plant Plantagenet, root him up who dares :- Who made the Dauphin and the French to stoop,
Resolve thee, Richard; claim the English crown. And seiz'd upon their towns and provinces.

(Warwick leads York to the throne, War. Talk not of France, sith thou hast lost it all.
who seats himself.

K. Hen. The lord protector lost it, and not I;
Flourish. Enter King Herry, CLIFFORD, NORTHUM- When I was crown'd, I was but nine months old.
BERLAND, WESTMORELAND, Exeter, and Others, with Rich. You are old enough now, and yet, methinks,
red roses in their hats.
K. Hen. My lords, look where the sturdy rebel sits, Father, tear the crown from the usurper's head.
Even in the chair of state! belike, he means,

Edw. Sweet father, do so; set it on your head.
(Back'd by the power of Warwick, that false peer,) Mont. Good brother, (To York.] as thou lov'st
To aspire unto the crown, and reign as king. -

and honour'st arms, Earl of Northumberland, he slew thy father;- Let's fight it out, and not stand cavilling thus. And thine, lord Clifford; and you both have vow'd Rich. Sound drums and trumpets, and the king

revenge
On him, his sons, his favourites, and his friends. York. Sons, peace!
North. If I be not, heavens, be reveng'd on me! K. Hen. Peace thou! and give king Henry leave to
Clif. The hope thereof makes Clifford mourn in steel. speak.
West. What, shall we suffer this ? let's pluck him War. Plantagenet shall speak first:— hear him, lords;
down:

And be you silent and attentive too,
My heart for anger burns, I cannot brook it. For he that interrupts him shall not live.
K. Hen. Bepatient, gentle earl of Westmoreland. K. Hen. Think'st thou that I will leave my kingly
Clif. Patience is for poltroons, and such as he; throne,
He durst not sit there, had your father liv'd. Wherein my grandsire, and my father, sat?
My gracious lord, here in the parliament

No: first shall war unpeople this my realm;
Let os assail the family of York.

Ay, and their colours-often borne in France,
North. Well hast thou spoken, cousin ; be it so.

And now in England, to our heart's great sorrow,

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Shall be my winding sheet. –- Why faint you, lords ? Conditionally, that here thou take an oath
My title's good, and better far than his.

To cease this civil war, and, whilst I live,
iar. But prove it, Henry, and thou shalt be king. To honour me as thy king and sovereign;
K. Hen. Henry the fourth by conquest got the crown. And neither by treason, nor hostility,
York. 'Twas by rebellion against his king. To seek to put me down, and reign thyself.
K. Hen. I know not what to say: ny title's weak. York. This oath I willingly take, and will perform.
Tell me, may not a king adopt an heir?

(Coming from the throne. York. What then?

War. Long live king Henry! — Plantagenet, em-
K. Hen. An if he may, then am I lawful king : brace him.
For Richard, in the view of many lords,

K. Hen. And long live thou, and these thy for-
Resign'd the crown to llenry the fourth;

ward sons! Whose heir my father was, and I am his.

York. Now York and Lancaster are reconcil'd. York. He rose against him, being his sovereign, Exe. Accurs'd be he, that seeks to make them

I And made him to resign his crown perforce.

foes! (Senet. The Lords come forward.

1 War. Suppose, my lords, he did it unconstrain'd York. Farewell, my gracious lord; I'll to my

castle.

T Think you, 'twere prejudicial to his crown? War. And I'll keep London, with my soldiers.

T E.re. No, for he could not so resign his crown, Nors. And I to Norfolk, with my followers. But that the next heir should succeed and reign. Mont. And I unto the sea, from wlience I came.

C K, Hen. Art thou against us, duke of Eseter?

(Exeunt York and his Suns, Warwick, Exe. His is the right, and therefore pardon me.

Norfolk, Montague, Soldiers, and
York. Why whisper you, my lords, and answer not?

Attendants.
Exe. My conscience tells me he is lawful king. K. Hen. And I, with grief and sorrow, to the court.
K. Hen. All will revolt from me, and turn to him. Enter Queen Margabet and the prince of Wales.
North. Plantagenet , for all the claim thou lay'st, Exe. Here comes the queen, whose looks bewray
Think not, that Henry shall be su depos'd.
par. Depos'd he shall be, in despite of all.
North. Thou art deceiv'd: 'tis not thy southern K. Hen. Exeter, so will I.

Going power,

Q. Mur. Nay, go not from me, I will follow thee. Of Essex, Norfolk, Suffolk, nor of Kent,

K. Hen. Be patient, gentle queen, and I will stay,
Which makes thee thus presumptuous and proud,- Q. Mar. Who can be patient in such extremes?
Can set the duke up, in despite of me.

Ah, wretched man! 'would I had died a maid,
Clif: King Henry, be thy title right or wrong, And never seen thee, never borne thee son,
Lord Clifford vows to fight in thy defence: Seeing thou hast prov'd so unnatural a father!
May that ground gape, and swallow me alive, Hath he deserv'd to lose his birthright thus?
Where I shall kneel to him that slew my father! Fladst thou but lov'd him half so well as 1;
K. Hen. O Clifford, how thy words revive my heart! Or felt that pain, which I did for him once;

York. Henry of Lancaster, resign thy crown :- Or nourish'd him, as I did with my blood;
What mutter you, or what conspire you, lords? Thou wouldst have left thy dearest heart-blood there,

War. Do right unto this princely duke of York; Rather than made that savage duke thine heir,
Or I will fill the house with armed men,

And disinherited thine only son.
And o'er the chair of state where now he sits, Prince. Father, you cannot disinherit me:
Write up his title with usurping blood.

If you be king, why should not I succeed? (He stamps, and the Soldiers show themselves. K. Hen. Pardon me, Margaret; — pardon me, sweet K. Ten. My lord of Warwick, hear me but one

son;word;

The earl of Warwick, and the duke, enforc'd me. Let me, for this my life-time, reign as king. Q. Mar. Enforc'd thee! art thou king, and wilt be

York. Confirm the crown to me, and to mine heirs, forc' ?
And thou shalt reign in qniet, while thou liv'st. I shame to hear thee speak. Ah, timorous wretch!

K. Hen. I am content: Richard Plantagenet, Thou hast undone thyself, thy son, and me;
Enjoy the kingilom after my decease.

And giveu unto the house of York such head,
Clis What wrong is this unto the prince your son? As thou shalt reign but by their suflerance.
War. What good is this to England, and himself? To entail him and his heirs unto the crown,
West. Base, fearful, and despairing Henry! What is it but to make thy sepulchre,
Clif, How bast thou injur’d both thyself and us? And creep into it far before thy time?
West, I cannot stay to hear these articles. Warwick is chancellor, and the lord of Calais ;
North. Nor I.

Stern Falconbridge commands the narrow seas ;
Clif. Come, consin, let us téll the queen these n ews The duke is made protector of the realm;
West. farewell, faint-hearted and degenerate king, And yet shalt thou be safe? such safety finds
lo whose cold blood no spark of honour bides. The trembling lamb, environed with wolves:

North. Be thou a prey unto the house of York, Had I been there, which am a silly woman,
And die in bands for this unmanly deed!

The soldiers should have toss'd me on their pikes,
Clif. In dreadful war may'st thou be overcome! Before I would have granted to that act.
Or live in peace, abandoo'd, and despis'd!

But thou preferr’st thy life before thine honour; [Exeunt Northumberland, Clifford, und And seeing thou dost, I here divorce myself

,
Westmoreland.

Both from thy table, Henry, and thy bed,
War. Turn this way, llenry, and regard them not. Until that act of parliament be repeald,
Exe, They seek revenge, and therefore will not yield. Whereby my son is disinherited.
K. Hen. Ah, Exeter!

The vorthern lords, that have forsworn thy colours, Ilur. Why should you sigh, my lord ?

Will follow mive, if once they see them spread: K. Hen. Not for myself, lord Warwick, but my son, And spread they'shall be; to thy fool disgrace, Whom I annaturally shall disinherit.

And itter ruin of the house of York. But, be it as it may:- I here entail

Thus do I leave thee.

- Come, son, let's away ; The crown to thee, and to thine heirs for ever; Our army's reuddy; come, we'll after them.

thee gone.

K. Hen. Stay, gentle Margaret, and hear me speak., Mess. The queen, with all the northern earls and
Q. Mar. Thou hast spoke too much already; get lords,

Intend here to besiege you in your castle:
K. Hen. Gentle son Edward, thou wilt stay with me? She is hard by with twenty thousand men;
Q. Mar. Ay, to be murder'd by his enemies. And therefore fortify your hold, my lord.
Prince. When I return with victory from the field, York. Ay, with my sword. What! think'st thou
I'll see your grace: till then, I'll follow her.'

that we fear them?
Q. Mar. Come, son, away; we may not linger thus. Edward and Richard, you shall stay with me;

(Exeunt Queen Margaret, and the Prince. My brother Montague shall post to London :
K. Hen. Poor queen ! how love to me, and to her son, Let poble Warwick, Cobham, and the rest,
Hath made her break out into terms of rage! Whom we have left protectors of the king,
Reveng’d may she be on that hateful duke; With powerful policy strengthen themselves,
Whose haughty spirit, winged with desire, And trust not simple Henry, nor his oaths.
Will cost my crown, and, like an empty eagle, Mont. Brother, I go: ['ll win them, fear it not:
Tire on the flesh of me, and of my son!

And thus most humbly I do take my leave. (Exit.
The loss of those three lords torments my heart:

Enter Sir Joux and Sir Hugu MORTIVER.
I'll write unto them, and entreat them fair ; – York. Sir John, and Sir Hugh Mortimer, mine uncles !
Come, cousin, you shall be the messenger.

You are come to Sandal in a happy hour,
Exe. And I, I hope, shall reconcile them all. [Exeunt. The army of the queen mean to besiege us.

Sir John. She shall not need, we'll meet her in the
SCENE II. A room in Sandal Castle, near field.
Wakefield, in Yorkshire.

York. What, with five thousand men ?
Enter EDWARD, RICHARD, and Montague. Rich. Ay, with five hundred, father, for a need.
Rich. Brother, though I be youngest, give me leave. A woman's general; what should we fear?
Edw. No, I can better play the orator.

(A march afar off. Mont. But I have reasons strong and forcible. Edw. I hear their drums; let's set our men in order; Enter YORK.

And issue forth, and bid them battle straight.
York. Why, how now, sons and brother, at a strife? York. Five men to twenty! – though the odds be
What is your quarrel ? how began it first ?

great,
Edw. No quarrel, but a slight contention. I doubt not, uncle, of our victory.
York. About what?

Many a battle have I won in France,
Rich. About that, which concerns your grace, and us; When as the enemy hath been ten to one;
The crown of England, father, which is yours. Why should I not now have the like success ?
York. Mine, boy? not till king Henry be dead.

(Alarum. Exeunt.
Rich. Your right depends not on his life, or death.
Edw. Now you are heir, therefore enjoy it now: SCENE JII.- Plains near Sandal Castle.
By giving the house of Lancaster leave to breathe, Alarums: Excursions. Enter Rutland and his Tutor,
It will outrun you, father, in the end.

Rut. Ah, whither shall I fly to 'scape their lands?
York. I took an oath, that he should quietly reign. Ah, tutor! look where bloody Clifford comes !
Edw. But, for a kingdom, any oath may be broken :

Enter CLIFFORD, and Soldiers.
I'd break a thousand vaths, to reign one year. Clif. Chaplain, away! thy priesthood saves thy life.
Rich. No; God forbid, your grace should be forsworn. As for the brat of this accursed duke,
York. I shall be, if I claim by open war.

Whose father slew my father, — he shall die.
Rich. I'll prove the contrary, if you'll hear me speak. Tut. And I, my lord, will bear him company.
York. Thou canst not, son; it is impossible. Clif. Soldiers, away with him!
Rich. An oath is of no moment, being not took Tut. Ah, Clifford ! murder not this innocent child,
Before a true and lawful magistrate,

Lest thou be hated both of God and man.
That hath authority over him that swears :

{Exit, forced off' by Soldiers.
Henry had none, but dial usurp the place; Clif. How now! is he dead already? Or, is it fear,
Then, seeing 'twas he that made you to depose, That makes him close his eyes? — I'll open them.
Your oath, my lord, is vain and frivolous. Rut. So looks the pent-up lion o'er the wretch
Therefore, to arms. And, father, do but think, That trembles under his devouring paws :
How sweet a thing it is to wear a crown;

And so he walks, insulting o'er his prey;
Within whose circuit is Elysium,

And so he comes to rend his limbs asunder.
And all that poets feign of bliss and joy.

Ah, gentle Clifford, kill me with thy sword,
Why do we linger thus? I cannot rest,

Aud not with such a cruel threat'ning look,
Until the white rose, that I wear, be dy'd Sweet Clifford, hear me speak before I die;
Even in the lukewarm blood of Henry's heart. I am too mean a subject for thy wrath,

York. Richard, enouglı; I will be king, or die. - Be thou reveng'd on men, and let me live.
Brother, thou shalt to London presently,

Clif. In vain thou speak’st, poor boy; my father's
And whet on Warwick to this enterprise. —

blood Thou, Richard, shalt unto the duke of Norfolk, Hath stopp'd the passage where thy words should And tell him privily of our intent.

enter.
You, Edward, shall unto my lord Cobham,

Rut. Then let my father's blood open it again ;
With whom the Kentishmen will willingly rise : He is a man, and, Clifford, cope with him.
In them I trust; for they are soldiers,

Clif. Had I thy brethren here, their lives, and thine,
Witty and courteous, liberal, full of spirit. - Were not revenge sufficient for me:
While you are thus employ’d, what resteth more, No, if I digg'd up thy forefathers' graves,
But that I seek occasion how to rise ;

And hung their rotten coffins up in chains,
And yet the king not privy to my drift,

It could not slake mine ire, nor ease my heart.
Nor
any
of the house of Lancaster?

The sight of any of the house of York
Enter a Messenger.

Is as a fury to torment my soul ;
But, stay; what news? Why com'st thou in such post?l And till I root out their accursed line,

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And leave not one alive, I live in hell.

And in thy thought o'er-run my former time: Therefore

(Lifting his hund. And, if thou canst for blushing, view this face; Rut. O, let me pray before I take my death: Aud bite thy tongue, that slanders him with cowardice,

11 To thee I pray; sweet Clitiord, pity me! Whose frown hath made thee faint and fly ere this.

Ho Clif. Such pity as my rapier's point affords, Clif. I will not bandy with thee word for word;

TO Rut. I never did thee harm ; why wilt thou slay me? But buckle with thee blows,twice two for one.[Draws.

V Clif. Thy father hath. Q. Mar. Hold, valiant Clifford! for a thousand

Bli Rut. But 'twas ere I was born.

causes,

ME Thou hast one son, for his sake pity me; I would prolong ahwile the traitor's life:

1 Lest in revenge thereof, - sith God is just, -- Wrath makes him deaf: speak thou, Northumberland.

т T He be as miserably slain as I.

North. Hold, Clifford ; do not honour him so much,
Ah, let me live in prison all my days;

To prick thy finger, though to wound his heart:
And when I give occasion of otlence,
What valour were it, when a car doth grin,

T
Then let me die, for pow thou hast no cause. For one to thrust his hand between his teeth,
Clif. No cause ?
When he might spurn him with his foot away?

Y Thy father slew my father; therefore, die! It is war's prize to take all vantages;

H. (Clifford stabs him. And ten to one is no impeach of valour.

It Rut. Dii faciant, laudis summa sit ista tuue! (Dies. (They lay hands on York, who struggles. U Clif. Plavtagenet! I come, Plantagenet! Clif. Ay, ay, so strives the woodcock with the gin.

TI And this thy son's blood cleaving to my blade, North. So doth the coney struggle in the net. T Shall rust upon my weapon, till thy blood,

(York is taken prisoner. Bu Congeal'd with this, do make me wipe off both. [Exit. York. So triumph thieves upon their conquer'd 'T

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SCENE IV.-- The same.
So true men yield, with robbers so o'ermatchid.

1 Alarıım. Enter YORK.

North. What would your grace have done unto him 1 York. The army of the queen hath got the field: now?

1 My uncles both are slain in rescuing me;

Q. Mar. Brave warriors, Clifford, and NorthumberAnd all my followers to the eager foe

land, Turn back, and Ny, like ships before the wind, Come, make him stand upon this molehill here ; Or lambs pursu'd hy hunger-starved wolves. That raught at mountains with outstretched arms, I My sons -- God knows, what hath bechanced them : Yet parted but the shadow with his hand. – Biit this I know, they have demean'd themselves What! was it you, that would be England's king ? Like men boru to renown, by life or death. Was't you, that revell’d in our parliament, Three times did Richard make a lane to me; And made a preachment of your high descent? And thrice cried, -- Courage, father! fight it out! Where are your mess of sons to back you And full as oft came Edward to my side,

The wanton Edward, and the lusty George? With purple falchion, painted to the hilt

And where's that valiant crook-back prodigy, în blood of those that had encounter'd him: Dicky, your boy, that, with his grumbling voice, And when the hardiest warriors did retire,

Was wont to cheer his dad in mutinies? Richard cried, -. Charge! and give no foot of Or, with the rest, where is your darling Ratland? ground!

Look, York; I staiu'd this napkin with the blood,
And cried, A crown, or else a glorious tomb! That valiant Clifford with his rapier's point
A sceptre, or an earthly sepulchre!

Made issue from the bosom of the boy;
With this, we charg'd again: but, out, alas ! And, if thine eyes can water for his death,
We bodg'd again; as I have seen a swan

give thee this to dry thy cheeks withal. With bootless labour swim against the tide, Alas, poor York! but that I hate thee deadly, And spend her strength with over-matching waves. I should lament thy miserable state.

[A short alarum within. I pr’ythee, grieve, to make me merry, York; Ah, hark! the fatal followers do pursue;

Stamp, rave, and fret, that I may sing and dance, And I ain faint, and cannot fly their fury: What, hath thy fiery heart so parch'd thine entrails, And, were I strong, I would not shun their fury: That not a tear can fall for Rutland's death? The sands are number'd, that make up my life; Why art thou patient, man? thou shouldst be mad; Here must I stay, and here my life must end. And I, to make thee mad, do mock thee thus. Enter Queen MARGARET, Clifford, NORTHUMBER- Thou wouldst be fee'd, I'see, to make me sport; LAND, and Soldiers.

York cannot speak, unless he wear a crown. 7 Come, bloody Clifford, ~rough Northumberland, A crown for York; – and, lords, bow low to him.I dare your quenchless fury to more rage;

Hold you his hands, whilst I do set it on.
I am your butt, and I abide your shot,

[Putting
Norih. Yield to our mercy, proud Plantagenet. Ay, marry, sir, now looks he like a king!
Clif. Ay, to such mercy, as this ruthless arm, Ay, this is he that took king Henry's chair ;
With downright payment, show'd unto my father, And this is he was his adopted heir. –
Now Phaeton hath tumbled from his car,

But how is it, that great Plantagenet
And made an evening at the noontide prick. Is crown'd so soon, and broke his solemn oath?

York. My ashes, as the phoenix, may bring forth As 1 bethiuk me, you should not be king,
A bird, that will revenge upon you

all:

Till our king Henry had shook hands with death. And, in that hope, I throw mine eyes to heaven,

And will you pale your head in Henry's glory, Scoroing whate'er you can afflict me with.

And rob his temples of the diadem, Why come you not? what! multitudes, and fear? Now in his life, agaiost your holy oath? Clif. So cowards fight, when they can fly no further; o, 'tis a fault, too too unpardonable!So doves do peck the falcon's piercing talons ; oil with the crown ; and, vith the crown, his head; So desperate thieves, all hopeless of their lives, Breathe out invectives 'gainst the officers.

And, whilst we breathe, take time to do him dead?

Clif. That is my office, for my father's sake. York, 0, Clifford, but bethink thee once again, Q. Mar. Nay, stay; let's hear the orisons he makes

a paper crown on his head.

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