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THIRD PART OF
KING HENRY VI.
SCENE 1.-London.-The Parliament-House. Drums.-Some Soldiers of YORK's party break in.Then,enter the Duke of YORK, EDWARD, RICHARD, NORFOLK, MONTAGUE, WARWICK, and others, with white roses in their Hats.
War. I wonder, how the king escaped our hands. York. While we pursued the horsemen of the north,
He slyly stole away, and left his men:
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. [Throwing down the Duke of Somerset's Head.
York. Richard hath best deserved of all my
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 I.-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; For hither we have broken in by force.
Norf. We'll'all assist you; he, that flies, shall die. York. Thanks, gentle Norfolk.-Stay by me, my
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 force.
[They retire. York. The queen, this day, here holds her parlia ment,
But little thinks, we shall be of her council:
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; 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 crown. [Warwick leads York to the Throne, who seats himself.
Flourish: Enter King HENRY, CLIFFORD, NorTHUMBERLAND, WESTMORELAND, EXETER, and others, with Red Roses in their Hats.
K. Ken. My lords, look where the sturdy rebel sits
• Hawks had sometimes 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,
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 steel.
West. What, shall we suffer this? Let's pluck him down :
My heart for anger burns, I cannot brook it.
North. Well hast thou spoken, cousin; be it so. J K. Ken. Ah, know you not, the city favours
And they have troops of soldiers at their beck? Exe. But when the duke is slain, they'll quickly fy.
K: Hen. Far be the thought of this from Henry's
To make a shambles of the parliament-house!
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
War. True, Clifford; and that's Richard, duke of York.
K. Hen. And shall I stand, and thou sit in my
York. It must and shall be so. Content thyself.
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 be, that interrápts him, shall not live.
K. Hen. Think'st thou, that I will leave my
York. What then ?
K. Hen. An if he may, then am I lawful king : 7 For Richard, in the view of many lords,
Resign'd the crown to Henry the fourth;
York. He rose against him, being his sovereign,
War. Suppose, my lords, he did it unconstrain'd, Think
you, 'twere prejudicial to his crown *?
K. Hen. Art thou against us, duke of Exeter!
War. Deposed he shall be, in despite of all..
Clif. King Henry, be thy title right or wrong,
* i. e. Detrimental to the general rights of here. ditary royalty.