They'll pawn their swords for my enfranchise ment. 'Q. Mar. Call hither Clifford; bid him come amain, To say, if that the bastard boys of York York. O blood-bespotted Neapolitan, Outcast of Naples, England's bloody scourge ! 'The sons of York, thy betters in their birth, 'Shall be their father's bail; and bane to those That for my surety will refuse the boys. Enter Edward and Richard Plantagenet, with forces, at one side; at the other, with forces also, Old Clifford and his son. *See, where they come; I'll warrant they'll make it good. Q. Mar. And here comes Clifford, to deny their bail. 'Clif. Health and all happiness to my lord the Nay, do not fright us with an angry look: Clif. This is my king, York, I do not mistake; • But thou mistak'st me much, to think I do :-'To Bedlam with him! is the man grown mad? 'K. Hen. Ay, Clifford; a bedlam and ambitious humour 'Makes him oppose himself against his king. Clif. He is a traitor; let him to the Tower, And chop away that factious pate of his. Q. Mar. He is arrested, but will not obey; 'His sons, he says, shall give their words for him. 'York. Will you not, sons? Ede. Ay, noble father, if our words will serve. 'Rich. And if words will not, then our weapons shall. *Clif. Why, what a brood of traitors have we here! 'And manacle the bear-ward2 in their chains, If thou dar'st bring them to the baiting-place. * Rich. Oft have I seen a hot o'erweening cur Run back and bite, because he was withheld; * Who, being suffer'd with the bear's fell paw, Hath clapp'd his tail between his legs, and cry'd: And such a piece of service will you do, If you oppose yourselves to match lord Warwick. Clif. Hence, heap of wrath, foul indigested lump, As crooked in thy manners as thy shape! *K. Hen. Why, Warwick, hath thy knee forgot to bow? Old Salisbury,-shame to thy silver hair, (1) The Nevils, earls of Warwick, had a bear and ragged staff for their crest. (2) Bear-keeper. Thou mad misleader of thy brain-sick son!— What, wilt thou on thy death-bed play the ruffian, And seek for sorrow with thy spectacles? *0, where is faith? O, where is loyalty? *If it be banish'd from the frosty head, * Where shall it find a harbour in the earth?*Wilt thou go dig a grave to find out war, *And shame thine honourable age with blood? Why art thou old, and want'st experience *Or wherefore dost abuse it, if thou hast it? * For shame! in duty bend thy knee to me, *That bows unto the grave with mickle age. *S. My lord, I have considered with myself The title of this most renowned duke; *And in my conscience do repute 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. Who can be bound by any solemn vow *To do a murderous 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 custom'd right; *And have no other reason for this wrong, But that he was bound by a solemn oath? Q. Mar. A subtle traitor needs no sophister. K. Hen. Call Buckingham, and bid him arm 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, The rampant bear chain'd to the ragged staff, ་ Clif. And from thy burgonet I'll rend thy bear, And tread it under foot with all contempt, 'Despite the bear-ward that protects the bear. Y. Clif. And so to arms, victorious father, To quell the rebels, and their 'complices. Rich. Fie! charity, for shame! speak not in spite, For you shall sup with Jesu Christ to-night. Y. Clif. Foul stigmatic, that's more than thou canst tell. Rich. If not in heaven, you'll surely sup in hell. [Exeunt severally. SCENE II.-Saint Albans. Alarums: Excur sions. Enter Warwick. 54 thou pause? York. With thy brave bearing should I be in love, 'But that thou art so fast mine enemy. Clif. Nor should thy prowess want praise 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 truc right express it! Clif. My soul and body on the action both!"York. A dreadful lav!-address thee instantly. [They fight, and Clifford falls. Clif. La fin couronne les euvres. [Dies. York. Thus war hath given thee peace, for thou art still. * Meet I an infant of the house of York, * As did Eneas old Anchises bear, So bear I thee upon my manly shoulders; *But then Æneas bare a living load, *Nothing so heavy as these woes of mine. [Exit. Enter Richard Plantagenet and Somerset, fighting, and Somerset is killed. Rich. So, lie thou there ; For, underneath an ale-house' paltry sign, Hath made the wizard famous in his death. * '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, Throw in the frozen bosoms of our part Hot coals of vengeance !-Let no soldier fly: *He that is truly dedicate to war, Hath no self-love; nor he, that loves himself, And, in thy reverence, and thy chair-days, thus It shall be stony. York not our old men spares; (1) A dreadful wager; a tremendous stake. Sword, hold thy temper; heart, be wrathful still: *Priest pray for enemies, but princes kill. [Exit. Alarums: Excursions. 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 *Now is it manhood, wisdom, and defence, Enter Young Clifford. *Y. Clif. But that my heart's on future mis- *I would speak blasphemy ere bid you fly; SCENE III.-Fields near Saint Albans. Alar- "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, 'Three times bestrid him, thrice I led him off, 'Persuaded him from any further act: But still, where danger was, still there I met him; *And like rich hangings in a homely house, * So was his will in his old feeble body. *But, noble as he is, look where he comes Enter Salisbury. 'Sal. Now, by my sword, well hast thou fought to-day; 'By the mass, so did we all.-I thank you, Richard: 'God knows, how long it is I have to live; And it hath pleased 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. 'York. I know, our safety is to follow them: (1) i. e. We have not secured that which we have acquired. THIRD PART OF KING HENRY VI. King Henry the Sixth : Edward, prince of Wales, his son. Duke of Exeter, Earl of Oxford, Earl of Northumberland, PERSONS REPRESENTED. lords on King Henry's Richard Plantagenet, duke of York. George, afterwards duke of Clarence, Marquis of Montague, Earl of Warwick, Earl of Pembroke, Lord Hastings, Lord Stafford, Sir John Mortimer, uncles to the duke of York. Henry, earl of Richmond, a youth. Lady Grey, afterwards queen to Edward IV. his sons. Bona, sister to the French queen. Soldiers, and other attendants on King Henry and of the duke of York's Scene, during part of the third act, in France, party. ACT I. War. And so do I.-Victorious prince of York, Before I see thee seated in that throne I vow by heaven, these eyes shall never close. SCENE I-London. The Parliament House. Which now the house of Lancaster usurps, Warwick. I WONDER, how the king escap'd our hands. He slily stole away, and left his men : [Showing his bloody sword. And this is the regal seat: possess it, York: 'For hither we have broken in by force. Norf. We'll all assist you; he, that flies, shall die. my lords; And, soldiers, stay, and lodge by me this night. violence, 'Unless he seek to thrust you out by force. But little thinks we shall be of her council: War. The bloody parliament shall this be call'd, |