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War. Why then it sorts, brave warriors : Let's away.
York. Enter King Henry, the Queen, the Prince of
WALES, CLIFFORD, and NorTHUMBERLAND, with Forces.
Queen. Welcome, my lord, to this brave town of
their wreck ;-
Clif. My gracious liege, this too much lenity
Ambitious York did level at thy crown,
K. Henry. Full well hath Clifford play'd the orator,
I'll leave my son my virtuous deeds behind;
269 K. Henry. Edward Plantagenet, arise a knight ; And learn this lesson-Draw thy sword in right.
Prince. My gracious father, by your kingly leave, I'll draw it as apparent to the crown, And in that quarrel use it to the death. Clif. Why, that is spoken like a toward prince,
Enter a Messenger. Mes. Royal commanders, be in readiness : Eor, with a band of thirty thousand men, Comes Warwick, backing of the duke of York; And, in the towns as they do march along, Proclaims him king, and many fly to him : , 280 Darraign your battle, for they are at hand,
Clif. I would, your highness would depart the
The queen hath best success when you are abseņt...
Queen. Queen. Ay, good my lord, and leave us to our for.
K. Henry. Why, that's my fortune too; therefore
North. Be it with resolution then to fight.
Prince. My royal father, cheer these noble lords, And hearten those that fight in your defence : Unsheath your sword, good father; cry, Saint George! March. Enter EDWARD, CLARENCE, Richard, WARWICK, NORFOLK, MONTAGUE, and Soldiers. Edw. Now, perjur'd Henry! wilt thou kneel for grace,
290 And set thy diadem upon my head; Or bide the mortal fortune of the field ?
Queen. Go rate thy minions, proud insulting boy! Becomes it thee to be thus bold in terms, Before thy sovereign, and thy lawful king?
Edw. I am his king, and he should bow his knee; I was adopted heir by his consent Since when, his oath is broke ; for, as I hear, You—that are king, though he do wear the crownHave caus'd him, by new act of parliament, 300 To blot out me, and put his own son in.
Clif. And reason too ; Who should succeed the father, but the son? Rich. Art thou there, butcher? -- 0, I cannot
speak! Clif. Ay, crook-back; here I stand, to answer
Or When you
Or any he the proudest of thy sort.
it not? Clif. Ay, and old York, and yet not satisfy'd. Rich. For God's sake, lords, give signal to the
fight. War. What say'st thou, Henry, wilt thou yield the crown?
310 Queen. Why, how now, long-tongu’d Warwick ?
dare you speak?
and I met at Saint Alban's last, Your legs did better service than your hands.
War. Then 'twas my turn to fly, and now 'tis thine. Clif. You said so much before, and yet you fled. War. 'Twas not your valour, Clifford, drove me
thence. North. No, nor your manhood, that durst make
you stay. Rich. Northumberland, I hold thee reverently ;Break off the parley ; for scarce I can refrain The execution of my big-swoln heart Upon that Clifford there, that cruel child-killer.
Clif. I slew thy father ; Call'st thou him a child ?
Rich. Ay, like a dastard, and a treacherous coward, As thou didst kill our tender brother Rutland; But, ere sun-set, l'll make thee curse the deed. K. Henry. Have done with words, my lords, and
hear me speak. Queen. Defy them then, or else hold close thy lips. K. Henry. I pr’ythee, give no limits to my tongue ;