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 perforce. [Soldiers withdraw. York. The queen, this day, here holds her parliament, 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, 40 And bashful Henry be depos'd, whose cowardice Hath made us by-words to our enemies. York. Then leave me not, my lords; be 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 My heart for anger burns; I cannot brook it. K. Hen. Be patient, gentle Earl of Westmoreland. Clif. Patience is for poltroons, for such as he: He durst not sit there, had your father liv'd. My gracious lord, here in the parliament Let us assail the family of York. North. Well hast thou spoken, cousin: be it so. K. Hen. 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 fly. K. Hen. Far be the thought of this from Henry's heart, 70 To make a shambles of the parliament-house! York. 'Twas my inheritance, as the earldom was. [Exe. Thy father was a traitor to the War. Poor Clifford! how I scorn his worthless threats!] York. Will you1 we show our title to the crown? 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; I am the son of Henry2 the Fifth, 110 K. Hen. The lord protector lost it, and not I: When I was crown'd I was but nine months old. 1 Will you, is it your wish that. Henry, pronounced as a trisyllable. 3 Sith, since. VOL. II. Shall be my winding-sheet.-Why faint you, lords? My title's good, and better far than his. 130 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. [Aside] I know not what to say; my title's weak.— Tell me, may not a king adopt an heir? K. Hen. An if he may, then am I lawful king; For Richard, in the view of many lords, Resign'd the crown to Henry2 the Fourth, Whose heir my father was, and I am his. 140 York. He rose against him, being his sovereign, And made him to resign his crown perforce. War. Suppose, my lords, he did it uncon strain'd, 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: 160 May that ground gape and swallow me alive, Where I shall kneel to him that slew my father! 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 Or I will fill the house with armed men, [He stamps with his foot, and the soldiers K. Hen. Ah, Exeter! War. 190 Why should you sigh, my lord? K. Hen. Not for myself, Lord Warwick, but my son, Whom I unnaturally shall disinherit. K. Hen. And long live thou, and these thy forward sons! York. Now York and Lancaster are reconcil'd. Exe. Accurs'd be he that seeks to make them foes. [Sennet. The Lords come forward. York. Farewell, my gracious lord; I'll to my castle. 1 Fearful, i.e. cowardly. 2 Bands, bonds, i.e. prison. Q. Mar. Who can be patient in such extremes? Ah, wretched man! would I had died a maid, Rather than made that savage duke thine heir, Prince. Father, you cannot disinherit me: If you be king, why should not I succeed? K. Hen. Pardon me, Margaret; pardon me, sweet son: 1 Bewray, discover, show. 2 Patient, here a trisyllable. I shame3 to hear thee speak. Ah, timorous wretch! Thou hast undone thyself, thy son, and me; |