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They'll pawn their swords for my enfranchise


'Q. Mar. Call hither Clifford; bid him come amain,

To say, if that the bastard boys of York *Shall be the surety for their traitor father.

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

"York. I thank thee, Clifford: Say, what news with thee?

Nay, do not fright us with an angry look:
We are thy sovereign, Clifford, kneel again;
For thy mistaking so, we pardon thee.

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? *O, 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. *Sal. 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,

• 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?

Edw. 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!


*York. Look in a glass, and call thy image so; I am thy king, and thou a false-heart traitor.Call hither to the stake my two brave bears,' That, with the very shaking of their chains, They may astonish these fell lurking curs; Bid Salisbury, and Warwick, come to me. Drums. Enter Warwick and Salisbury, forces. Clif. Are these thy bears? we'll bait thy to death, 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!

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 himself.

"York. Call Buckingham, and all the friends thou hast,

I am resolv'd for death, or dignity.

Clif. The first, I warrant thee, if dreams prove


'War. You were best to go to bed, and dream


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

The rampant bear chain'd to the ragged staff,
(As on a mountain-top the cedar shows,
This day I'll wear aloft my burgonet,3
That keeps his leaves in spite of any storm,)
Even to affright thee with a view therof.

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.

*York. Nay, we shall heat you thoroughly anon. SCENE II.-Saint Albans. Alarums: Excur

Clif. Take heed, lest by your heat you burn yourselves.

*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-keepcr.

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'War. Of one or both of us the time is come.

York. Hold, Warwick, seek thee out some other chace,

For I myself must hunt this deer to death.

* Meet I an infant of the house of York,
*Into as many gobbets will I cut it,

As wild Medea young Absyrtus did:
In cruelty will I seek out iny fame.
*Come, thou new ruin of old Clifford's house;
[Taking up the body.

'As did Æneas old Anchises bear,
So bear I thee upon my manly shoulders;
But then Eneas bare a living load,
*Nothing so heavy as these woes of mine. [Exil.
Enter Richard Plantagenet and Somerset, fight.
ing, and Somerset is killed.

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Rich. So, lie thou there ;

For, underneath an ale-house' paltry sign,
The Castle in Saint Albans, Somerset
Hath made the wizard famous in his death.-

War. Then, nobly, York; 'tis for a crown thou Sword, hold thy temper; heart, be wrathful still:


As I intend, Clifford, to thrive to-day, It grieves my soul to leave thee unassail'd.

[Exit Warwick.

Clif. What seest thou in me, York? Why dost 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 true right express it!

Clif. My soul and body on the action both!"York. A dreadful lay!-address thee instantly. [They fight, and Clifford falls. 'Clif. La fin couronne les œuvres. [Dies. 'York. Thus war hath given thee peace, for

thou art still.

Peace with his soul, heaven, if it be thy will! [Exit.

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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, * Hath not essentially, but by circumstance, * The name of valour.-O, let the vile world end, [Seeing his dead father. * And the premised' flames of the last day * Knit earth and heaven together! Now let the general trumpet blow his blast, Particularities and petty sounds

To cease!-Wast thou ordain'd, dear father,
To lose thy youth in peace, and to achieve1
The silver livery of advised' age;

And, in thy reverence, and thy chair-days, thus
To die in ruffian battle ?-Even at this sight,
My heart is turn'd to stone: and, while 'tis

It shall be stony. York not our old men spares;
No more will I their babes: tears virginal
Shall be to me even as the dew to fire;
And beauty, that the tyrant oft reclaims,
*Shall to my flaming wrath be oil and flax.
Henceforth, I will not have to do with pity:

(1) A dreadful wager; a tremendous stake.
(2) Sent before their time.
(3) Stop.
(4) Obtain.
(5) Considerate.

Priest pray for enemies, but princes kill. [Erit, Alarums: Excursions, Enter King Henry, Queen Margaret, and others, retreating.

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Q. Mar. Away, my lord! you are slow; shame, away!


*K. Hen. Can we outrun the heavens? good Margaret, stay.

Q. Mar. What are you made of! you'll not fight, nor fly:

Now is it manhood, wisdom, and defence, To give the enemy way: and to secure us By what we can, which can no more but fly. [Alarum afar off. If you be ta'en, we then should see the bottom Of all our fortunes: but if we haply 'scape (As well we may, if not through your neglect,) We shall to London get; where you are lov'd; *And where this breach, now in our fortunes made May readily be stopp'd,

Enter Young Clifford.

Y. Clif. But that my heart's on future mischief set,

*I would speak blasphemy ere bid you fly; But fly you must; uncurable discomfit Reigns in the hearts of all our present parts. Away, for your relief! and we will live *To see their day, and them our fortune give: Exeunt. *Away, my lord, away!

SCENE III.-Fields near Saint Albans. Alar um: Retreat. Flourish; then enter York, Rich ard Plantagenet, Warwick, and Soldiers, with drum and colours.

'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.


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 fell body. But, noble as he is, look where he comes

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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 follor them:

(1) ie We have not secured that which we have acquired.

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Richard Plantagenet, duke of York. Edward, earl of March, afterwards King Edward IV.

Edmund, earl of Rutland,

George, afterwards duke of Clarence, Richard, afterwards duke of Glocester, Duke of Norfolk,

Marquis of Montague,

Earl of Warwick,

Earl of Pembroke,

Lord Hastings,

Lord Stafford,

his sons.

Sir John Mortimer,

Sir Hugh Mortimer,

uncles to the duke of York.

Henry, earl of Richmond, a youth. Lord Rivers, brother to Lady Grey. Sir William Stanley. Sir John Montgomery. Sir John Somerville. Tutor to Rutland. Mayor of York. Lieutenant of the Tower. A Nobleman. Two Keepers. A Huntsman. A Son that has killed his father. A Father that has killed his son.

Queen Margaret.

Lady Grey, afterwards queen to Edward IV.
Bona, sister to the French queen.

Soldiers, and other attendants on King Henry and

King Edward, Messengers, Watchmen, &c.

of the duke of York's Scene, during part of the third act, in France,


during all the rest of the play, in England.


War. And so do I.-Victorious prince of York,
Before I see thee seated in that throne

SCENE I-London. The Parliament House. Which now the house of Lancaster usurps,
Drums. Some soldiers of York's party break I
in. Then, enter the Duke of York, Edward,
Richard, Norfolk, Montague, Warwick, and
others, with white roses in their hats.


I WONDER, how the king escap'd our hands. York. While we pursu'd the horsemen of the north,

He slily stole away, and left his men : Whereat the great lord of Northumberland, Whose warlike ears could never brook retreat, 'Cheer'd up the drooping army; and himself, 'Lord Clifford, and lord Stafford, all a-breast, 'Charg'd our main battle's front, and, breaking in, "Were by the swords of common soldiers slain. Edw. Lord Stafford's father, duke of Buckingham, Is either slain, or wounded dangerous: I cleft his beaver with a downright blow; That this is true, father, behold his blood. [Showing his bloody sword. Mont. And, brother, here's the earl of Wiltshire's blood, [To York, showing 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 deserv'd 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.

vow by heaven, these eyes shall never close. This is the palace of the fearful king, And this is 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 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 by force.

[They retire. * York. The queen this day, here holds her parliament,

But little thinks we shall be of her council:
By words, or blows, bere let us win our right.
Rich. Arm'd as we are, let's stay within this

War. The bloody parliament shall this be call'd,
Unless Plantagenet, duke of York, be king;
And bashful Henry 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,'

(1) Hawks had sometimes little bells hung on them, perhaps to dare the birds; that is, to fright them from rising.

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