Imatges de pÓgina

Third Part



With the Death of the


Printed in the YEAR 1709.

K EN Gatenry VI.

Edward, Son to the King, and Prince of Wales,
Duke of Somerset,
Earl of Northumberland,
Earl of Oxford,

Lords of King Henry's fede.
Earl of Exeter,
Earl of Westmorland,
Lord Clifford,
Earl of Richmond, a Youth, afterwards King Henry VII.
Richard, Duke of York.
Edward, Eldest son to the Duke of York, afterwards King Edward IV.
George, Duke of Clarence, second son to the Duke of York.
Richard, Duke of Gloucester, third Son to the Duke of York, afterwards

King Richard III.
Edmund, Earl of Rutland, youngest Son to the Duke of York.
Duke of Norfolk,
Marquis of Montague,
Earl of Warwick,
Earl of Salisbury,

of the Duke of York's Party.
Earl of Pembroke,
Lord Hastings,
Lord Stafford,
Sir John Mortimer, ? Unkles to the Duke of York
Sir Hugh Mortimer,
Sir William Stanley, afterwards Earl of Derby.
Lord Rivers, Brother to the Lady Gray.
Sir John Montgomery.
Liefenant of the Tower.
Mayor of Coventry.
Mayor and Aldermen of York.
Humphry and Sinklo, two Huntsmens.

Lewis, King of France.
Bourbon, Admiral of France.

heen Margaret.
Bona, Sister to the French King.
Lady Gray, Widow of Sir Richard Gray, afterwards Queen to Éd-

ward IV.

Soldiers and other Attendants on King Henry, and King Edward.

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Alarum. Enter Duke of York, Edward, Richard,

Norfolk, Mountague, Warwick, and Soldiers.

Wonder how the King escap'd our Hane's?
York. While we purlu'd the Horsemen of

the North,
He Nily stole away, and left his Men:
Whereat the great Lord of Northumberland,

Whose warlike Ears could never brook Re-
Chear'd up the drooping Army, and himself, (treat,
Lord Clifford and Lord Stafford all a breaft,
Charg'd our main Battel's Front; and breaking ir,
Were by the Swords of common Soldiers Nain.

Edw. Lord Stafford's Father, Duke of Buckingham,
Is either sain or wounded dangerous.
I cleft his Beaver with a down-right blow:
That this is true, Father, bchold his Blood.

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.

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York. Richard hath best deserv'd of all


Sons :
But 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.

Wir. And so do I, victorious Prince of York.
B-fore I see thee seated in the Throne,
Which now the House of Lancaster usurps,
I vow by Heav'n, these Eyes shall never close.
This is the Palace of the fearful King,
And this the Regal Seat; poffefs it York,
For this is thine, and not King Henry's Heirs.

York. Allist 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 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.
York. The Q:seen this day here holds her Parliament,
But little thinks we shall be of her Counsel;
By Words or Blows here let us win our right.

Rich. Arm'd as we are, let's stay within this House.

Wur. The bloody Parliament shall this be callid,
Unless Plantagenet, Duke of York, be King,
And bashful Henry depos’d, whose Cowardite
Hath made us by-words to our Encmies.

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 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
On him, his Sons, his Favourites, and his Friends.

North. If I be nor, Heav'ns be reveng'd on me,
Clif. The hope thereof makes Clifford mourn in Sted.

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:
He durft not fit there had your Father liv'd.
My gracious Lord, here in the Parliament
Let us affail the Family of York,

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.
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 King?
War. True, Clifford, and that's Richard Duke of York.
K. Henry. And shall I stand, and thou fit in my Thione?
York. It must and shall be fo, content thy self.
War. Be Duke of Lancaster, let him be King.

West. He is both King and Duke of Lancaster,
And that the Lord of Westmorland shall maintain.

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.

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