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SCENE 1.-London.-The Parliament-Horse. Drums.-Some Soldiers of YORK's party break in.

Then,enter the Duke of YORK, EDWARD, RICHARD,
with white roses in their Hats.
War. I wonder, how the king escaped our hands.
York. While we pursued the horsemen of the

He slyly stole away, and left his men:
Whereat the great lord of Northumberland,
Whose warlike ears could never brook retreat,
Cheer'd up the drooping army; and himself,
Lord Clifford, and lord Stafford, all a-breast, 1
Charged our main battle's front, and breaking in,
Were by the swords of common soldiers slain.
Edw. Lord Stafford's father, duke of Bucking-

Is either slain, or wounded dangerous :
I cleft his beaver with a downright blow;
That this is true, father, behold his blood.

[Shewing his bloody Sword. Mont. And, brother, here's the earl of Wiltshire's blood,

[To York, shewing his. Whom I encounter'd as the battles join'd. Rich. Speak thou for me, and tell them what I did.

[7'hrowing down the Duke of

Somerset's Head. York. Richard hath best deserved of all my

sons. What, is your grace dead, my lord of Somerset ?

Norf. Such hope have all the line of John of

Gaunt? Rich. Thus do I hope to shake king Henry's head.

War. And so do 1. -Victorious prince of York, Before I see thee seated in that throne Which now the house of Lancaster usurps, I vow by heaven, these eyes shall never close. This is the palace of the fearful king, And this the regal seat: possess it, York ; For this is thine, and not King Henry's heirs'.

York. Assist me then, sweet Warwick, and I will; Por hither we have broken in by force.

Norf. We'll'all assist you; be, that flies, shall die. York. Thanks, gentle Norfolk.-Stay by me, my

lords ; And, soldiers, stay, and lodge by me this night. War. And, when the king comes, offer him no

violence, Unless he seek to thrust you out by forcé.

[They retire. York. The queen, this day, here holds her parlia

ment, But little thinks, we shall be of her council : By words, or blows, here let us win our right. 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 deposed, whose cowardice Hath made us by-words to our enemies.

York. Then leave me not, my lords ; bé 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 : Resolve thee, Richard ; claim the English crown.

(Warwick leads York to the Throne, who

seats himself. Flourish : Enter King HENRY, CLIFFORD, NOR.

THUMBERLAND, WESTMORELAND, EXETBR, and others, with Red Roses in their Hats. K. Ken. My lords, look where the sturdy rebel sits

• Hawks had sonietimes little bells hung on them, perhaps to dare the birds; that is, to fright them from rising.

. Even in the chair of state! Belike, he means,

(Back'd by the power of Warwick, that false peer,)

To aspire unto the crown, and reign as king.i Earl of Northumberland, he slew thy father ;And thine, lord Clifford ; and you both have vow'd

revenge On him, his sons, his favourites, and his friends.

North. If I be not, heavens, be revenged on me!
Clif. The hope thereof makes Clifford mourn in

West. What, shall we suffer this ? Let's pluck

him down : My beart for anger burns, I cannot brook it.

K. Ken. Be patient, gentle earl of Westmoreland.

Clif. Patience is for poltroons, and such as he : He durst not sit there, had your father lived. My gracious lord, here in the parliament Let us assail the family of York. North. Well hast thou spoken, cousin ; be it so. K. Ken. 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

K: Hen. Far be the thought of this from Henry's

To make a shambles of the parliament-house!
Cousin of Exeter, frowns, words, and threats,
Shall be the war that Henry means to use.-

[They advance to the Duke.
Thou factious duke of York, descend my throne,
And kneel for grace and mercy at my feet;
I am thy sovereign.

York. Thou art deceived, I am thine.
Exe. For shame, come down; he made thee duke

of York.
York. 'Twas my inheritance, as the earldom

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. 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 main

tain. 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 I send thee, Warwick, such a messenger, As shall revenge his death, before I stir. War. Poor Clifford ! How I scorn his worthless

threats! York. Will you, we shew our title to the crown 3 If not, our swords shall plead it in the field. K. Hen. What title hast thou, traitor, to the

crown? Thy father was, as thou art, duke of York ; Thy grandfather, Roger Mortimer, earl of March : I am the son of Henry the fifth, Who made the dauphin and the French to stoop, And seized upon their towns and provinces. 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 enongh 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 lovest

and honour'st arms, Let's fight it out, and not stand cavilling thus. Rich. Sound drums and trumpets, and the king

will fly. York, Sons, peace! 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, For he, that interrápts him, shall not live.

. Since.

K. Hen. Think'st thou, that I will leave my

kingly throne, Wherein my grandsıre, and my father sal ? No: first shall war unpeople this thy realm; Ay, and their colours-otten borne in France; And now in England, to our heart's great sorrow, Shall be my winding-sheet.-Why faint you, lords? My title's good, and better far than his. War. But prove it, Henry, and thou shalt be

king. K. Hen. Henry the fourth by conquest got the

crown. York. 'Twas by rebellion against his king. K. Hen. I know not what to say; my title's

weak. Tell me, may not a king adopt an heir ?

York. What then ?

K. Hen. An if he may, then am I lawful king: Por Richard, in the view of many lords, Resign'u the crown to Henry the fourth; Whose heir my father was, and I am his.

York. He rose against him, being his sovereign, And made him to resign his crown perforce.

War. Suppose, my lords, he did it unconstrain'd, Think you, 'twere prejudicial to his crown *?

Eve. No; for he could not so resign his crown, But that the next heir should succeed and reign.

K. Hen. Art thou against is, duke of Exeter! · Ere. His is the right, and therefore pardon me. York. Why whisper you, my lords, and answer

not? Exe. My conscience tells me he is lawful king. K. Hen. All will revolt from me, and turn to

him. North. Plantagenet, for all the claim thou lay'st, Think not, that Henry shall be so deposed.

War. Deposed he shall be, in despite of all.. North. Thou art deceived : ?tis not thy southern

power, Of Essex, Norfolk, Suffolk, nor of Kent,Which makes thee thus presumptuous and proud, Can set the duke up, in despite of me.'

Clif. King Henry, be thy title right or wrong, Lord Clifford vows to fight in thy defence: 1 May that ground gape and swallow me alive, Where I shall kneel to him that slew my father!

* i. e. Detrimental to the general rights of here. ditary royalty.

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