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North. Yes, Wawick, I remember it to my grief.
And by his Soul, thou and thy House fhall rue it.

Weft. Blantagenet, 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, list that instead of words
I send thee, Warwick, such a Messenger,
As shall revenge his Death, before I itir.

War. Poor Clifford! how I scorn his worthless Threats.

York. Will you, we Mew our Title to the Crown? If not, our Swords thall plead it in the Field.

K. Henry. What Title halt 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 fez'd upon their Towns and Provinces.

War. Talk not of France, fith thou hast lost it all.
K. Henry. The Lord Proteâor lost it, and not I;
When I was Crown'd I was but nine Months old.

Rich. You are old enough now,
And yet methinks you lose:
Father, tear the Crown from the Usurper's Head.

Edw. Sweet Father do so, fet it on your Head.

Mount. Good Brother,
As thou lov'it and honourest Arms,
Let's fight it out, and not stand cavelling thus.

Rich. Sound Drums and Trumpets, and the King will ay.

York. Sons, Peace.
K. Henry. Peace thou, and give King Henry leave to speak.

War. Plantagenet shall speak first: Hear him Lords,
And be you filent and attentive too,
For he that interrupts bim, mhall not live.

K. Henry. Thinkst thou that I will leave my Kingly Throne,
Wherein my Grand fire and my Father sat?
No; first mall War unpeople this my Realm;
Ay, and their Colours often born in France,
And now in England, to our Hearts great Sorrow,
Shall be my Winding-sheet : Why, faint you, Lords?
My Title's good, and better far than his.

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War. But prove it, Henry, and thou shalt be King.
K. Henry. Henry the Fourth by Conquest got th: Crown.
Tork. 'Twas by Rebellion against his King.

K. Henry. I know not what to say, my Title's weak:
Tell me, may not a King adopt an Heir?

Tork. What then?

K. Henry. And if he may, then am I lawful King:
For Richard, in the view of many Lords,
Resign'd the Crown to Henry the Fourth,
Whose Heir my Father was, and I am his.

Tork. He rose against him, being his Soveraign,
And made him to resign his Crown perforce.

War. Suppose, my Lords, he did it unconstraind, Think you 'twere prejudicial to his Crown?

Exe. No; for he could not so resign his Crown,
But that the next Heir should succeed and reign.

K. Henry. Art thou against us, Duke of Exeter??
Exe. His is the right, and therefore pardon me.
York. Why whisper you, my Lords, and answer not?
Exe. My Conscience tells me, he is lawful King.
K. Henry. All will revolt from me, and turn to him.
North. Plantagenet, for all the claim thou lay'lt,
Think not, that Henry shall be depos’d.

War. Depos'd he shall be, in despite of all.

North, Thou art deceiv'd :
'Tis not thy Southern Power
Of Essex, Norfolk, Suffolk, nor of Kent,
Which makes thee thus presumptuous and proud,
Can see the Duke up in despight of me.

Clif. King Henry, be thy Title right or wrong,
Lord Clifford vows to fight in thy defence;
May that ground gape, and swallow me alive,
Where I shall kneel to him that few my Father.

K. Henry. Oh Clifford, how thy words revive my Heart:
York. Henry of Lancaster, resign thy Crown:
What mutter you, or what conspire you, Lords?

War. Do right unto this Princely Duke of York, Or I will fill the House with armed Men, And o'er the Chair of State, where now he fits, Write up his Title with usurping Blood. [He stamps with his foot, and the Soldiers fbew themselves.

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North. Yes, Wawick, I remember it to my grief.
And by his Soul, thou and thy Houle shall rue it.

West. Plantagenet, of thce and these thy Sons,
Thy Kinsmen, and thy Friends, l’il have more lives
Than drops of Blood were in my Father's Veins.
- Clif. Urge it no more, list that instead of words
I send thee, Warwick, such a Messenger,
As shall revenge his Death, before I ftir.

War. Poor Cliffora! how I scorn his worthless Threats.

York. Will you, we Mhew our Title to the Crown? If not, our Swords thall plead it in the Field.

K. Ilenry. What Title halt 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 fesz'd upon their Towns and Provinces.

War. Talk not of France, fith thou hast lost it all.
K. Henry. The Lord Prote&or lost it, and not I;
When I was Crown'd I was but nine Months old.

Rich. You are old enough now,
And yet methinks you lose:
Father, tear the Crown from the Usurper's Head.

Edw. Sweet Father do so, fet it on your Head.

21 ount. Good Brother, As thou lov'st and honourest Arms, Let's fight it out, and not stand cavelling thus.

Rich. Sound Drums and Trumpets, and the King will

York. Sons, Peace.
K. Henry. Pcace thou, and give King Henry leave to speak.

Ilır. Plantagenet shall speak fisit: Hear him Lords,
And be you silent and attentive too,
For he that interrupts him, th all not live.

K. Henry. Thirk'it thou that I will leave my Kingly Throne,
Wherein my Grandfire and my Father sat?
No; fuit mall War unpeople this my R calm;
Ay, ard their Colours often born in France,
Ad cow in Eryland, to our Hearts great Sorrow,
Shall hemy Viiding-theet : Why faint you, Lords?
Dly Titlis good, and better far ihan his.

War. But prove it, Henry, and thou shalt be King.
K. Henry. Henry the Fourth by Conquest got th: Crown.
York. 'I'was by Rebellion against his King.

K.Henry. I know not what to say, my Title's weak:
Tell me, may not a King adopt an Heir?

York. What then?

K. Henry. And if he may, then am I lawful King:
For Richard, in the view of many Lords,
Relign'd the Crown to Henry the Fourth,
Whofe Heir my Father was, and I am his.

Tork. He rose against him, being his Soveraign,
And made him to resign his Crown perforce.

Wr. Suppose, my Lords, he did it uncontraind, Think you 'twere prejudicial to his Crown?

Exe. No; for he could not so resign his Crown,
But that the next Heir should fucceed and reign.

K. Henry. Art thou against us, Duke of Exeter?
Exe. His is the right, and therefore pardon me.
York. Why whisper you, my Lords, and answer not?
Exe. My Conscience tells me, he is lawful King.
K. Henry. All will revolt from me, and turn to him.

North. Plantagenet, for all the claim thou lay'st,
Think not, that Henry shall be depos'd.

War. Depos’d he Niall be, in despite of all.

North. Thou art deceiv'd :
'Tis not thy Southern Power
Of Elex, Norfolk, Suffolk, nor of Kent,
Which makes thee thus presumptuous and proud,
Can set the Duke up in despight of me.

Clif. King Henry, be thy Title right or wrong,
Lord Clifford vows to fight in thy defence;
May that ground gape, and swallow me alive,
Where I shall kneel to him that now my Father.

K. Henry. Oh Clifford, how thy words revive my Heart.

York. Henry of Lancaster, resign thy Crown:
What mitter you, or what conspire you, Lords?

Wir. Do right unto this Princely Duke of York,
Or I will fill the House with armed Men,
And o'er the Chair of State, where now he lies,
Write up his Title with usurping Blood.

[He fiamps wisho his foot, and the Soldiers fise themselves.

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K. Honry K. Henry. My Lord of Warwick, hear me but one word; Letm for th time reign as King.

York. Confirm the Crown to me, and to mine Heirs, And thou shalt Reign in quiet while thou liv'st.

K. Henry. I am content: Richard Plantagenet,
Enjoy the Kingdom after my decease.

Clef. What wrong is this unto the Prince, your Son
War. What good is this to England, and himself?
Wejt. Base, fearful, and delpairing Henry !
Clif. How halt thou injur'd both thy self and us!
Wit. I cannot stay to hear these Articles.
Nor h. Nor I.
Clif. Come Coufin, let us tell the Queen these News.

Weft. Firewel, faint-hearted and degenerate King,
In whose cold Blrod no spark of Honour bides.

North. Be thou a prey unto the House of York, And die in Bands, for this unmanly deed.

Clif. in dr-adful War, may'st thou be overcome, o live in Peace aba don'd and despis’d.

[Exiint Nor. Cliff. Westm. War. Then this way, Henry, and regard them not. Exe. Th y leck revenge, and therefore will not yield. K. Henry. Ah Exeter! Wur. Why should you ligh, my Lord?

K. Henry. Not for my fulf, Lord Warwick, but my Son,
Whom I unnaturally fall difit herit.
But be it as it may; I here entail
The Crown to thee, and to thine Heirs for ever ;
Conditionally, that here you take an Oatl,
To cease this Civil War; and whilst I live,
To honour me as thy King and Soveraign :
Neither by Treason nor Hostility,
To seek to put me down, and Reign thy self.

Tork. This Oith I willingly take, and will perform.
War. Lorg live Kng Henry: Plantagenet, embrace him.
K. He ry. Aid long live thou, and these thy forward Sons
York. Now Turk and Lancaster are reconcil'd.
Exe. Accurft ne te that seeks to make them Foes.

Soner. Here they come down,
York. Far? we!, my gracious Lord, I'll to my Castle.
War. And I'll kvep London with my Soldiers.

Norf.

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