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War. Plantagenet shall speak first :-hear him, lords; And be you silent and attentive too, For he, that interrupts hiin, shall not live. [throne,
K. Hen. Think'st thou, that I will leave my kingly
colours-often borne in France ;
War. But prove it, Henry, and thou shalt be 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:
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?
Exe. No; for he could not so resign his crown,
K. Hen. Art thou against us, duke of Exeter?
North. Plantagenet, for all the claim thou lay'st,
War. Depos’d he shall be, in despite of all.
North. Thou art deceiv'd: '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.
Cliff King Henry, be thy title right or wrong, Lord Clifford vows to fight in thy defence:
May that ground gape, and swallow me alive,
K. Hen. O Clifford, how thy words revive my heart ! York. Henry of Lancaster resign thy crown:What mutter you, or what conspire you, lords?
War. Do right unto this princely duke of York;
[He Stamps, and the Soldiers show themselves. K. Hen. Mylord of Warwick, hear me but one word ;Let me, for this my life-time, reign as king.
York. Confirm the crown to me, and to mine heirs, And thou shalt reign in quiet while thou liv'st.
K. Hen. I am content: l.ichard Plantagenet,
. What wrong is this unto the prince your son ?
West. Farewell, faint-hearted and degenerate king, In whose cold blood no spark of honour bides.
North. Be thou a prey unto the house of York, And die in bands for this unmanly deed!
Cliff. In dreadful war may'st thou be overcome! Or live in peace, abandon'd, and despis’d!
[Exeunt North. Cliff. and West. War. Turn this way, Henry, and regard them not. Exe. They seek revenge, and therefore will not yield. K. Hen. Ah, Exeter! War.
Why should you sigh, my lord ? K. Hen. Not for myself, lord Warwick, but my son, Whom I unnaturally shall disinherit. But, be it as it may :—1 here entail The crown to thee, and to thine heirs for ever; Conditionally, that here thou take an oath To cease this civil war, and, whilst I live,
To honour me as thy king and sovereign ;
(Coming from the Throne. War. Long live king Henry!--Plantagenet embrace him.
[sons ! K. Hen. And long live thou, and these thy forward York. Now York and Lancaster are reconcil'd. Exe. Accurs'd be he, that seeks to make them foes !
[Senet. The Lords come forward. York. Farewell, my gracious lord; I'll to my castle. War. And I'll keep London, with my soldiers. Norf. And I to Norfolk, with my followers. Mort. And I unto the sea, from whence I came. [Exeunt York and his Sons, Warwick, Norfolk,
Montague, Soldiers, and Attendants. 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: K. Hen. Exeter, so will I.
[Going Q. Mar. Nay, go not from me, I will follow thee. K. Hen. Be patient, gentle queen, and I will stay. Q. Mar. Who can be patient in such extremes? Ah, wretched man! would I had died a maid, And never seen thee, never borpe thee son, Seeing thou hast prov'd so unnatural a father! Hath he deserv'd to lose his birthright thus? Hadst thou but lov'd him half so well as I; Or felt that pain which I did for him once; Or nourish'd him, as I did with my blood; Thou wouldst have left thy dearest heart-blood there, Rather than made that savage duke thine heir, And disinherited thine only son.
Prince. Father, you cannot disinherit me : If you be king, why should not I succeed? [son :
K. Hen. Pardon me, Margaret ;-pardon me, sweet The earl of Warwick, and the duke, enforc'd me.
I'll steal away
Q. Mar. Enforc'd thee! art thou king, and wilt be
K. Hen. Stay, gentle Margaret, and hear me speak.
see your grace: till then, I'll follow her.
[Exeunt Queen Margaret and the Prince.
Whose haughty spirit, winged with desire,
Exé. And I, I hope, shall reconcile them all. [Exeunt.
Edw. No quarrel, but a slight contention.
Rich. About that which concerns your grace and us;
York. Mine, boy? not till king Heory be dead.
Edw. Now you are heir, therefore enjoy it now:
York. I took an oath, that he should quietly reign.
Edw. But, for a kingdom, any oath may be broken : ld break a thousand oaths, to reign one year.
Rich. No; God forbid, your grace should be forsworn.
Rich. An oath is of no moment, being not took