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K EN Gatenry VI.
Edward, Son to the King, and Prince of Wales,
Lords of King Henry's fede.
King Richard III.
of the Duke of York's Party.
Lewis, King of France.
Soldiers and other Attendants on King Henry, and King Edward.
In Part of the Third Alt the SCENE is
laid in France, during all the rest of the
Alarum. Enter Duke of York, Edward, Richard,
Norfolk, Mountague, Warwick, and Soldiers.
Whose warlike Ears could never brook Re-
Edw. Lord Stafford's Father, Duke of Buckingham,
Mount. And, Brother, here's the Earl of Wilefire's Blood; Whom I cncountred as the Battels join'd.
Tich. Speak thou for me, and tell them what I did. VOL. IV.
York. Richard hath best deserv'd of all
Norf. Such hope have all the Line of John of Gaunt.
Wir. And so do I, victorious Prince of York.
York. Allist me then, sweet Warwick, and I will;
Norf. We'll all assist you; he that flies shall die.
York. Thanks, gentle Norfolk; stay by me my Lords, And Soldiers stay and ldge by me this Night. They go up.
W.ur. And when the King comes, offer him no violence, Unless he feck to thrust
you out by force.
Rich. Arm'd as we are, let's stay within this House.
Wur. The bloody Parliament shall this be callid,
York. Then leave me not, my Lords, be resolute,
War. Neither the King, nor he that loves him best, The proudest He that holds up Lancaster, Dares ftir a Wing, if Warwick Make his Bells. I'll plant Plantagenet, rot him up who dare: Rcfolve thee Richard, claim the Englis Crown. Enter King Henry, Clifford, Northumberland, Westmore
land, Exeter, and others. K. Henry. My Lords, lo k where the sturdy Rebel sits, Fiven in the Chair of Scare; belike he means, Backd by the Power of Warwick, that false Peer, To aspire unto the Crown, and Reign as King. Earl of Northumberland, he few thy Father,
And thine, Lord Clifford, and you have both vow'd revenge
North. If I be nor, Heav'ns be reveng'd on me,
West. What, Mall we suffer this? Let's pluck him down. My Heart for anger burns, I cannot brook it.
K. Henry. Be patient, gentle Earl of Westmorland.
Clif. Patience is for Poltroons, and such is he:
Norih. Well halt thou spoken, Cousin be it so.
K. Henry. Ah, know you not the City favours them, And they have Troops of Soldiers at their beck?
West. But when the Duke is Nain, they'll quickly fly.
K. Henry. Far be the thought of this from Henry's Heart, To make a Shambles of the Parliament House. Cousin of Exeter, Frowns, Words, and Threats, Shall be the War that Henry means to use. Thou factious Duke of York, descend my Throne, And kneel for Grace and Mercy at my Feet, I am thy Soveraign.
York. Henry I am thine.
Exe. For shame come down, he made thee Duke of York.
York. It was my Inheritance, as the Earldom was.
War. Exeter thou art a Traitor to the Crown,
Clif. Whom should he follow, but his natural King?
West. He is both King and Duke of Lancaster,
War. And Warwick shall disprove it. You forget, That we are those which chas'd you from the Field, And New your Fathers, and with Colours spread March'd through the City to the Palace Gates.