K ING Henry VI. to Edward, Son to the King, and Prince of Wales, Duke of Somerset, Earl of Northumberland, Earl of Oxford, Earl of Exeter, Earl of Westmorland, Lord Clifford, Lords of King Henry's fide. Earl of Richmond, a Youth, afterwards King Henry VII. Richard, Duke of York. Edward, Eldeft Son to the Duke of York, afterwards King Edward IV. 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 Pembroke, Lord Haftings, Lord Stafford, Sir John Mortimer, Sir Hugh Mortimer, Sir William Stanley, afterwards Earl of Derby. Lord Rivers, Brother to the Lady Gray. Sir John Montgomery. Lieutenant of the Tower. Mayor of Coventry. Mayor and Aldermen of York. Humphry and Sinklo, two Huntfmen. Lewis, King of France. Bourbon, Admiral of France. Queen Margaret. Bona, Sifter to the French King. Lady Gray, Widow of Sir Richard Gray, afterwards Queen to Edward IV. Soldiers and other Attendants on King Henry, and King Edward. In Part of the Third At the SCENE is laid in France, during all the reft of the Play in England. The The Third PART of King HENRY VI ACTI. SCENE I. Alarum. Enter Duke of York, Edward, Richard, Norfolk, Mountague, Warwick, and Soldiers. He flily ftole away, and left his Men: Chear'd up the drooping Army, and himself, Edw. Lord Stafford's Father, Duke of Buckingham, I cleft his Beaver with a down-right blow: That this is true, Father, behold his Blood. (treat, Mount. And, Brother, here's the Earl of Wilt fire's Blood, Whom I encountred as the Battels join'd. Eich. Speak thou for me, and tell them what I did. VOL. IV. Bi Torks Tork. Richard hath beft deferv'd of all my Sons: But is your Grace dead, my Lord of Somerfet? Norf. Such hope have all the Line of John of Gaunt. And this the Regal Seat; poffefs it York, For hither we have broken in by force. Norf. We'll all affift you; he that flies fhall die. York. Thanks, gentle Norfolk; ftay by me my Lords, And Soldiers ftay and lodge by me this Night. [They go up. War. And when the King comes, offer him no violence, Unless he feek to thruft you out by force. York. The Queen this day here holds her Parliament, But little thinks we fhall be of her Counsel; By Words or Blows here let us win our right. Rich. Arm'd as we are, let's ftay within this House. York. Then leave me not, my Lords, be refolute, War. Neither the King, nor he that loves him best, Weftmor K. Henry. My Lords, lo k where the sturdy Rebel fits, Even in the Chair of State; belike he means, Back'd by the Power of Warwick, that falfe Peer, To afpire unto the Crown, and Reign as King. Earl of Northumberland, he flew thy Father, And King Henry VI. 1541 And thine, Lord Clifford, and you have both vow'd revenge K. Henry. Be patient, gentle Earl of Westmorland. North. Well haft thou spoken, Coufin be it so. Weft. But when the Duke is flain, they'll quickly fly. Thou factious Duke of York, defcend my Throne, I am thy Soveraign. York. Henry I am thine. Exe. For hame come down, he made thee Duke of York. York. It was my Inheritance, as the Earldom was. In following this ufurping Henry. Clif. Whom should he follow, but his natural King? War. True, Clifford, and that's Richard Duke of York. K. Henry. And fhall I ftand, and thou fit in my Thone? York. It muft and fhall be fo, content thy felf. War. Be Duke of Lancaster, let him be King. Weft. He is both King and Duke of Lancaster, And that the Lord of Westmorland fhall maintain. War. And Warwick fhall difprove it. You forget, That we are thofe which chas'd you from the Field, And flew your Fathers, and with Colours fpread March'd through the City to the Palace Gates. North. Yes, Wawick, I remember it to my grief. War. Poor Clifford! how I fcorn his worthlefs Threats. K. Henry. What Title haft thou, Traitor, to the Crown? Thy Father was, as thou art, Duke of York, Thy Grandfather Roger Mortimer, Earl of March. Who made the Dauphin and the French to stoop, War. Talk not of France, fith thou haft loft it all. And yet methinks you lofe: Father, tear the Crown from the Ufurper's Head. As thou lov'ft and honoureft Arms, Let's fight it out, and not ftand cavelling thus. Rich. Sound Drums and Trumpets, and the King will Яy. York. Sons, Peace. K. Henry. Peace thou, and give King Henry leave to fpeak. War. Plantagenet fhall fpeak firft: Hear him Lords, And be you filent and attentive too, For he that interrupts him, fhall not live. K. Henry. Thinkft thou that I will leave my Kingly Throne, Wherein my Grandfire and my Father fat? No; fit fhall War unpeople this my Realm; War. |