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Now part them again, lest they consult about the here is no staying - In despight of the devils and hell, giving up of some more towns in France. Soldiers, have through the very midst of you! and heavens. defer the spoil of the city until night: for with these and honour be witness, that no want of resolution in borne before us, instead of maces, will we ride me, but only my followers' base and ignominious through the streets; and, at every corner, have them treasons, makes me betake me to my heels (Erit. kiss.-Away!

(Eseunt. Buck. What, is he fled? go, some, and follow him ;

And he, that brings his head unto the king,
SCENE VIII.-Southwark.

Shall have a thousand crowns for his reward. Alarum. Enter Cade, and all his Rabblement.

(Eseunt some of them.

Follow me, soldiers ; we'll devise a mean; Cude. Up Fish-street! down Saint Magnus'corner! To reconcile you all unto the king. [Ereunt. kill and knock down! throw them into the Thames ! - [A parley sounded, then a retreat.) What noise is

SCENE IX.-Kenelworth Castle. this I hear? Dare any be so bold to sound retreat or

Enter King HENRY, QUEEN MARGARET, and parley, when I command them kill ?

SOMERSET, on the terrace of the Castle. Enter BUCKINGHAM, und Old CLIFFORD, with Forces. K. Hen.Was ever king, that joy'dan earthly throne, Buck. Ay, here they be that dare and will disturb And could command no more content than Í? thee :

No sooner was I crept out of my cradle, Know, Cade, we come ambassadors from the king

But I was made a king, at nine months old :

Wa Unto the commons, whom thou hast misled;

never subject long'd to be a king, And here pronounce free pardon to them all,

As I do long and wish to be a subject. That will forsake thee, and go home in peace.

Enter BUCKINGHAM and CLIFFORD. Clif: What say ye, countrymen ? will ye relent, Buck. Health, and glad tidings, to your majesty! And yield to mercy, whilst 'tis offer'd you ;

K. Hen. Why, Buckingham, is the traitor Cade surOr let a rabble lead you to your deaths ?

Or is he but retir’d to make him strong ? (priz'd! Who loves the king, and will embrace his pardoa, Fling up his cap, and say—God save his majesty!

Enter, below, a great number of Cade's Followers,

with halters about their necks. Who hateth him, and honours not his father, Heory the fifth, that made all France to quake,

Clif. He's fled, my lord, and all his powers do yield; Shakė he his weapon at us, and pass by.

And humbly thus, with halters on their necks, All. God save the king! God save the king!

Expect your highness' doom, of life, or death. Cade. What, Buckingham, and Clifford, are ye so to entertain my vows of thanks and praise !

K. Hen. Then,heaven,set ope thy everlasting gates, brave?- And you base peasants, do ye believe him ? will you needs be hanged with your pardons about Soldiers, this day have you redeem'd your lives, your necks? Hath my sword therefore broke through And shew'd how well you love your prínce and counLondon Gates, that you should leave me at the White Continue still in this so good a mind,

(try: Hart in Southwark ? I thought, ye would never have And Henry, though he be infortunate. given out these arms, till you had recovered your an- Assure yourselves, will never be unkind; cient freedom : but you are all recreants, and das. And so, with thanks, and pardon to you all, tards; and delight to live in slavery to the nobility.

I do dismiss you to your several countries. Let them break your backs with burdens, take your

All. God save the king! God save the king! houses over your heads, ravish your wives and daugh.

Enter a Messenger. ters before your faces : For me,-) will make shift Mess. Please it your grace to be advertised, for one ; and so—God's curse light upon you all ! The duke of York is newly come from Ireland :

All. We'll follow Cade, we'll follow Cade. And with a puissant and a mighty power,

Clif. Is Cade the son of Henry the fifth, Of Gallowglasses, and stout Kernes,
That thus you do exclaim-you'll go with him? Is marching hitherward in proud array ;
Will he conduct you through the heart of France, And still proclaimeth, as he comes along,
And make the meanest of you earls and dukes ? His arms are only to remove from thee
Alas, he hath no home, no place to fly to ;

The duke of Somerset, whom he terms a traitor. Nor knows he how to live, but by the spoil,

K. Hen. Thus stands my state, 'twixt Cade and York Unless by robbing of your friends, and us.

distress'd; Wer't not a shame, that whilst you live at jar, Like to a ship, that having 'scap'd a tempest, The fearful French, whom you late vanquisł.ed, Is straitway calm’d and boarded with a pirate : Should make a start o'er seas, and vanquish you ? But now is Cade driven back, his men dispers'd ; Methinks already, in this civil broil,

And now is York in arins to second him.I see them lording it in London streets,

I pray thee, Buckingham, go forth and meet him : Crying – Villageois ! unto all they moet.

And ask him, what's the reason of these arms.
Beiter, ten thousand base born Cades miscarry, Tell him, I'll send duke Edmund to the Tower 1
Than you should stoop unto a Frenchman's mercy. And, Somerset, we will commit thee thither,
I'o France, to France, and get what you have lost; Until his army be dismiss'd from him.
Spare England, for it is your native coast:

Sum. My lord,
Henry hath money, you are strong and manly;
God on our side, doubt not of victory.

I'll yield myself to prison willingly, AULA Clifford ! a Clifford ! we'll follow the king, Orunto death, to do my country good. and Clifford.

K. Hen. In any case, be not too rough in terms ; Cade. Was ever feather so lightly blown to and For he is fierce, and cannot brook hard language. fro, as this multitude ? the name of Henry the fifth

Buck. I will, my lord ; and doubt not so to deal, hales them to an hundred mischiefs, and makes them As all things shall redound unto your good. (ter; leave me desolate. I see them lay their heads toge- K. Hen. Čome, wife, let's in, and learn to govern betther, to surprize me: my sword make way for me, for For yet may England curse my wretched reign.

(Ereunt.

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SCENE X.-Kent. Iden's Garden. Ne'er shall this blood be wiped from tby point ;

But thou shalt wear it as a herald's coat,
Enter CADE.
Cade. Fye on ambition ! fye on myself ; that have To emblaze the honour that thy master got.

Cade. Iden, farewell; and be proud of thy victory. a swcid, and yet am ready to famish! These five days Tell Kent from me, she hath lost her best man, and have I hid me in these woods ; and durst not peep exhort all the world to be cowards ; for I that never out, for all the country is lay'd for me; but now am so hungry, that if I might have a lease of my life feared any, am vanquished by famine, not by valour.

[Dies for a thousand years, I could stay no longer. Where

Iden. How much thou wrong'st me, heaven, be my fore, on a brick-wall have I climbed into this garden; to see if I can eat grass, or pick a sallet another while, Die, damned wretch, the curse of her that bare thee

judge. which is not amiss to cool a man's stomach this hot And as I thrust thy body in with my sword, weather. And, I think, this word sallet was born to So wish I, I might thrust thy soul to hell. do me good : for, many a time, but for a sallet, my Hence will I drag thee headlong by the heels brain-pan had been cleft with a brown bill; and, Unto a dunghill, which shall be thy grave, many a time, when I have been dry, and bravely And there cut off thy most ungracious head; marching, it hath serv'd me instead of a quart-pot

to which I will bear in triumph to the king, drink in; And now the word sallet must serve me Leaving thy trunk for crows to feed upon. to feed on.

[Exit, dragging out the body
Enter IDEN, with Servants.
Iden. Lord, who would live tormoiled in the court,
And may enjoy such quiet walks as these?
This small inheritance, my father left me,

ACT V.
Contenteth me, and is worth a monarchy.
I seek not to wax great by others' waning;

SCENE 1.-The same. Fields between Dartford Or gather wealth, I care not with what envy;

and Blackheath. Sufficeth, that I have maintains my state,

The King's Camp on one side. On the other, entor And sends the poor well pleased from my gate. Cade. Here's the lord of the soil come to sieze me

YORK attended, with drum and colours : his Fores

at some distance. for a stray, for entering his fee-simple without leave. Ah, villain, thou wilt betray me, and get a thousand York. From Ireland thus comes York to claim his crowns of the king for carrying my head to him ; but

right, I'll make thee eat iron like an ostrich, and swallow And pluck the crown from feeble Henry's head : my sword like a great pin, ere thou and I part. Ring, bells, aloud ; burn, bonfires, clear and bright;

Iden. Why, rude companion, whatsoe'er thou be, To entertain great England's lawful king.
I know thee not; Why then should I betray thee? Ah, sancta majestas! who would not buy thee dear?
Is't not enough to break into my garden,

Let them obey, that know not how to rule;
And, like a thief, to come to rob my grounds, This hand was made to handle nought but gold:
Climbing my walls in spite of me the owner, I cannot give due action to my words,
But thou wilt brave me with these : aucy terms ? Except a sword, or scepter, balance it.

Cade. Brave thee? ay, by the best blood that ever A scepter shall it have, have I a soul; was broached, and beard thee too. Look on me well : On which I'll toss the power-de-luce of France. I have eat no meat these five days: yet, come thou and thy five men, and if I do not leave you all as dead as

Enter BUCKINGHAM. as a door nail, I pray God, I may never eat grass more. Whom have we here ? Buckingham, to disturb me?

Iden. Nay, it shall ne'er be said while England The king bath sent him sure : I must dissemble. That Alexander Iden, an esquire of Kent, [stands, Buck. York, if thou meanest well, I greet thee well. Took odds to combat a poor famish'd man.

York. Humphrey of Buckingham, I accept thy Oppose thy sted fast gazing eyes to mine,

Art thou a messenger, or come of pleasure ? [greeting. See if thou canst outface me with thy looks.

Buck. A messenger from Henry, our dread liege, Set limb to limb, and thou art far the lesser ;

To know the reason of these arms in peace; Thy hand is but a finger to my fist;

Or why, thou-being a subject as I am,Thy leg a stick, compared with this truncheon ; Against thy oath and true allegiance sworn, My foot shall fight with all the strength thou hast ; Should'st raise so great a power without his leave, And if mine arm be heaved in the air,

Or dare to bring thy force so near the court, Thy grave is digged already in the earth.

York. Scarce can I speak, my choler is so As for more words, whose greatness answers words,

great. Let this my sword report what speech forbears. O, I could hew up rocks, and fight with fint,

Cade. By my valour, the most complete champion I am so angry at these abject terms; that ever I heard.—Steel, if thou turn the edge, or And now, like Ajax Telamonius, cut not out the burley-boned clown in chines of beef On sheep and oxen could I spend my fury! Arde. ere thou sleep in thy sheath, I beseech God on my I am far better born than is the king'; knees, thou mayest be turned to hobnails. (They fight. More like a king, more kingly in my thoughts: CADE falls.] 0, I am slain ! famine, and no other, But I must make fair weather yet a while, hath slain me: let ten thousand devils come against Till Henry be more weak, and I more me, and give me but the ten meals I have lost, and

strong:-
I'd defy them all. Wither, garden; and be henceforth o Buckingham, I pr’ythee, pardon me,
a burying place to all that do dwell in this house, be- That I have given no answer all this while,
cause the unconquered soul of Cade is filed. My mind was troubled with deep melancholy:

Iden. Is'tCade that I have slain, that monstrous trai. The cause why I have brought this army hither,
Sword, I will hallow thee for this thy deed, (tor? Is--to remove proud Somerset froin the king.
And hang thee o'er my tomb, when I am dead : Seditious to his grace, and to the state,

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Buck. That is too much presumption on thy part: O'er him whom heaven created for thy ru.or. But if thy arms be to no other end,

Som. O monstrous traitor!- I arrest thee, York, The king hath yielded unto thy demand; Of capital treason 'gainst the king and crown: The duke of Somerset is in the Tower.

Obey, audacious traitor ; kneel for grace. York. Upon thine honour, is he prisoner ?

York. Would'st have me kneel? first let me ask of Buck. Upon mine honour, he is prisoner. If they can brook I bow a knce to man. [these,

York. Then, Buckingham, I do dismiss my powers.— Sirrah, call in my sons to be my bail ;
Soldiers, I thank you all; disperse yourselves ;

[Erit an Altendant
Meet me to-morrow in Saint George's field, I know, ere they will have me go to ward,
You shall have pay, and every thing you wish. They'll pawn their swords for my enfranchisement.
And let my sovereign, virtuous Henry,

Q. Mar. Call hither Clifford; bid him come amain, Command my eldest son,-nay, all my sons,

(Erit BUCKINGHAM. As pledges of my fealty and love,

To say, if that the bastard boys of York
I'll send them all as willing as I live;

Shall be the surety for their traitor father.
Lands, goods, horse, armour, any thing I have York. O blood- bespotted Neapolitan,
Is his to use, so Somerset may die.

Outcast of Naples, England's bloody scourge!
Buck. York, I commend this kind submission: The sons of York, thy betters in their birth,
We twain will go into bis highness' tent.

Shall be their father's bail; and bane to those

That for my surety will refuse the boys. Enter King Henry, attended. K. Hen. Buckingham, doth York intend no harm to Enter EDWARD and RICHARD PLANTAGENET, with That thus he marcheth with thee arm in arm? [us, Forces, at one side ; at the other, with Forces also, York. Iu all submission and humility,

Old CLIFFORD and his Son. York doth present himself unto your highness. [bring? See, where they come; I'll warrant they'll make it good. K. Hen. Then what intend these forces thou dost

Q. Mar. And here comes Clifford, to deny their bail. York. To heave the traitor Somerset from hence;

Clif. Health and all happiness to my lord the king! And fight against the monstrous rebel, Cade,

[Kneels. Who since I heard to be discomfited.

York. I thank thee, Clifford : Say, what news with Enter IDEN, with Cade's head.

Nay, do not fright us with an angry look: (thee? Iden. If one so rude, and of so mean condition,

We are thy sovereign, Clifford, kneel again ; May pass into the presence of a king,

For thy mistaking so, we pardon thee. Lo, I present your grace a traitor's head,

Clif: This is my king, York, I do not mistake ; The head of Cade, whom I in combat slew.

But thou mistak'st me much, to think I do :K. Hen. The head of Cade ?--Great God, how just To Bedlam with him! is the man grown mad ? 0, let me view his visage being dead, [art thou!-

K. Hen. Ay, Clifford; a bedlam and ambitious huThat living wrought me such exceeding trouble.

Makes him oppose himself against his king. (mour Tell me, my friend, art thou the man that slew him ?

Clif. He is a traitor ; let him to the Tower, Iden. I was, an't like your majesty.

And chop away that factious pate of his.
K. Hen. How art thou call?d? and what is thy degree? His sons, he says, shall give their words for him.

Q. Mar. He is arrested, but will not obey;
Iden. Alexander Iden, that's my name ;
A poor esquire of Kent, that loves his king.

York. Will you not, sons ?
Buck. So please it you, my lord, 'twere not amiss

Edw. Ay, noble father, if our words will serve. He were created knight for his good service.

Rich. And if words will not, then our weapons shall. K. Hen. Iden, kneel down ; (He kneels.] Rise up a

Clif: Why, what a brood of traitors have we bere ! We give thee for reward a thousand marks ; [knight.

York. Look in a glass, and call thy image so ; And will, that thou henceforth attend on us.

I am thy king, and thou a false-heart traitor.Iden. May Iden live to merit such a bounty,

Call hither to the stake my two brave bears, And never live but true unto his liege !

That, with the very shaking of their chains, K.Hen. See, Buckingham! Somerset comes with the They may astonish these fell lurking curs ; Go, bid her hide him quickly from the duke. (queen; Bid Salisbury, and Warwick, come to me.

Enter QUEEN MARGARET and SOMERSET. Drums. Enter WARWICK and SALISBURY, with Forces. Q. Mar. For thousand Yorks he shall not hide his Clif. Are these thy bears! we'll bait thy bears to But boldly stand, and front him to his face. [head, And manacle the bear-ward in their chains, [death.

York. How now! Is Somerset at liberty ? If thou dar'st bring them to the baiting place. Then, York, unloose thy long-imprison'd thoughts, Rich. Oft have I seen a hot o'erweening cur And let thy tongue be equal with thy heart. Run back and bite, because he was withheld ; Shall I endure the sight of Somerset ?

Who, being suffer'd with the bear's fell paw, False king! why hast thou broken faith with me, Hath clapp'd his tail between his legs, and cry'd : Knowing how hardly I can brook abuse ?

And such a piece of service will you do, King did I call thee? no, thou art not king ; If you oppose yourselves to match lord Warwick. Not fit to govern and rule multitudes,

Clif. Hence, heap of wrath, foul indigested lump, Which dar'st not, no, nor canst not rule a traitor. As crooked in thy manners as thy shape! That head of thine doth not become a crown;

York. Nay, we shall heat you thoroughly anon. Thy hand is made to grasp a palmer's staff,

Clif. Take need, lest by your heat you burn your. And not to grace an awful princely scepter.

selves. That gold must round engirt these brows of mine ; K. Hen. Why, Warwick, hath thy knee forgot to Whose smile and frown, like to Achilles' spear, Old Salisbury,-shame to thy silver hair,

bow? Is able with the change to kill and cure.

Thou mad misleader of thy brain-sick son !Here is a hand to hold a scepter up,

What, wilt thou on thy death-bed play the ruffian, And with the same to act controlling laws. And seek for sorrow with thy spectacles ? Give place; by heaven, thou shalt rule no more O, where is faith? O, where is loyalty ?

If it be banish d from the frosty head,

York. Hold, Warwick, seek thee out some other Where shall it find a harbour in the earth ?

For I myself must hunt this deer to death. [chase Wilt thou go dig a grave to find out war,

War. Then, nobly, York; 'tis for a crown thou And shame thine honourable age with blood ? As I intend, Clifford, to thrive to-day, (fight'st. Why art thou old, and want'st experience ? It grieves my soul to leave thee unassail'd. Or wherefore dost abuse it, if thou hast it?

[Erit WARWICK. For shame! in duty bend thy knee to me,

Clif. What seest thou in me, York? why dost thou That bows unto the grave with mickle age.

pause? Sal. My lord, I have consider'd with myself York. With thy brave bearing should I be in love, The title of this most renowned duke;

But that thou art so fast mine enemy. And in my conscience do repute his grace

Clif. Nor should thy prowess want praise and esteem, The rightful heir to England's royal seat.

But that 'tis shewn ignobly, and in treason. K. Hen. Hast thou not sworn allegiance unto me? York. So let it help me now against thy sword, Sal. I have.

As I in justice and true right express it! K. Hen. Canst thou dispense with heaven for such an Clif. My soul and body on the action both !

Sal. It is great sin, to swear unto a sin; [oatha? York. A dreadful lay-address thee instantly. But greater sin, to keep a sinful oath.

[They fight, and CLIFFORD falls. Who can be bound by any solemn vow

Clif. La fin couronne les cuvres.

Dies. To do a nuurderous deed, to rob a man,

York. Thus war hath given thee peace, for thou To force a spotless virgin's chastity,

art still. l'c reave the orphan of his patrimony..

Peace with his soul, heaven, if it be thy will! (Exit. To wring the widow from her custom'd right;

Enter Young CLIFFORD. And have no other reason for this wrong,

Y. Clf. Shame and confusion! all is on the rout; But that he was bound by a solemn oath ?

Fear frames disorder, and disorder wounds Q. Mar. A suble traitor needs no sophister. Where it should guard. O war, thou son of hell, K. Hen. Call Buckingham, and bid him arm himself. Whom angry heavens do make their minister,

York. Call Buckingham, and all the friends thou Throw in the frozen bosoins of our part I am resolv'd for death, or dignity.

(hast, Hot coals of vengeance !—Let no soldier fly Clif. The first I warrant thee, if dreams prove true. He that is truly dedicate to war,

War. You were best to go to bed, and dream again, Hath no self-love ; nor he, that loves himself, To keep thee from the tempest of the field. Hath not essentially, but by circumstance,

Clif. I am resolv'd to bear a greater storm, The name of valour.-0, let the vile world end, Than any thou canst conjure up to-day ;

[Seeing his dead father And that I'll write upon thy burgonet,

And the premised filames of the last day
Might I but know thee by thy household badge. Knit earth and heaven together!

Wur. Now, by my father's badge, old Nevil's crest, Now let the general trumpet blow his blast,
The rampant bear chain'd to the ragged staff, Particularities and petty sounds
This day I'll wear aloft my burgonet,

To cease! Wast thou ordained, dear father, (As on a mountain-top the cedar shews,

To lose thy youth in peace, and to achieve That keeps his leaves in spite of any storm,) The silver livery of advised age; Even to affright thee with the view thereof. And, in thy reverence, and thy chair-days, thus

Clif. And from thy burgonet I'll rend thy bear, To die in ruffian battle 1-Even at this sight, And tread it under foot with all contempt,

My heart is turn'd to stone : and, while 'tis mins Despight the bearward that protects the bear. It shall be stony. York not our old men spares;

Y. Clif. And so to arms, victorious father, No more will I their babes : tears virginal To quell the rebels, and their 'complices

Shall be to me even as the dew to fire;
Rich. Fye! charity, for shame! speak not in spite, And beauty, that the tyrant oft reclaims,
For you shall sup with Jesu Christ io-night. (tell. Shall to my faming wrath be oil and flax.

Y. Clif. Foul stigmatic, that's more than thou canst Henceforth, I will not have to do with pity:
Rich. If not in heaven, you'll surely sup in hell. Meet I an infant of the house of York,

(Eseunt severally. lato as many gobbets will I cut it,

As wild Medea young Absyrtus did :
SCENE II.-Saint Alban's.

In cruelty will I seek out my faine.

Come, thou new ruin of old Clifford's house ; Alarums: Excursions. Enter WARWICK.

[Taking up the body War. Clifford of Cumberland, 'tis Warwick calls! As did Æneas old Anchises bear, And if thou dost not hide thee from the bear, So bear I thee upon my manly shoulders ; Now,-when the angry trumpet sounds alarm, But then Æneas bare a living load, And dead men's cries do fill the empty air,- Nothing so heavy as these woes of mine. (Erit. Clifford, I say, come forth and fight with me!

Enter RICHARD PLANTAGENET and SOMERSET, Proud northern lord, Clifford of Cumberland,

fighting, and SOMERSET is killed. Warwick is hoarse with calling thee to arms.

Rich. So, lie thou there ;-
Enter YORK.

For, underneath an alehouse' paltry siga,

The Castle in Saint Alban's, Somerset How now, my noble lord ? what all a-foot?

Hath made the wizard famous in his death.York. The deadly-handed Clifford slew.my steed; Sword, hold thy temper : heart, be wrathful still : But matcla to match I have encounter'd him,

Priests pray for enemies, but princes kill. [Erit And made a prey for carrion kites and crows Even of the bonny beast he lov'd so well.

Alarums : Excursions. Enter King HENRY, QUEEN

MARGARET, and others, retreating.
Enter CLIFFORD.

Q. Mar. Away, my lord! you are slow; for slame, War. Of one or both of us the time is come.

away!

K. Hen. Can we outrun the heavens ? good | Is not itself, nor have we won one foot,
Margaret, stay.

[nor fly: If Salisbury be lost. Q. Mar. What are you made of ? you'll not fight, Rich.

My noble father, Now is it manhood, wisdom, and defence, Three times to-day I holp him to his horse, To give the enemy way; and to secure us Three times bestrid him, thrice I led him off, By what we can, which can no more but fly. Persuaded him from any further act :

[Alarum afar off. But still, where danger was, still there I met him; If you be ta’en, we then should see the bottom And like rich hangings in a homely house, of all our fortunes : but if we haply scape, So was his will in his old feeble body. (As well we may, if not through your neglect,) But, noble as he is, look where he comes. We shall to London get; where you are lov'd;

Enter SALISBURY.
And where this breach, now in our fortunes made,
May readily be stopp'd.

Sal. Now, by my sword, well hast thou fought

to-day; Enter Young CLIFFORD.

By the mass, so did we all.-I thank you, Richard : Y. Clif. But that my heart's on future mischief God knows, how long it is I have to live ; I would speak blasphemy ere bid you fly, [set, And it hath pleas’d him, that three times to-day But fly you must; uncurable discomfit

You have defended me from imminent death... Reigns in the hearts of all our present parts. Well, lords, we have not got that which we have: Away, for your relief! and we will live

'Tis not enough our foes are this time fled, To see their day, and them our fortune give; Being opposites of such repairing nature. Away, my lord, away!

[Exeunt. York. I know, our safety is to follow them; SCENE III.-Fields near Saint Alban's.

For, as I hear, the king is filed to London,

To call a present court of parliament. Alarum: Retreat. Flourish; then enter YORK, Let us pursue him, ere the writs go forth :

RICHARD PLANTAGENET, WARWICK, and Sol. What says lord Warwick : shall we after them ? diers, with drum and colours.

War. After them! nay, before them, if we can. York. Of Salisbury, who can report of him; Now, by my faith, lords, 'twas a glorious day That winter lion, who, in rage, forgets

Saint Alban's battle, won by famous York, Aged contusions and all brush of time;

Shall be eterniz'd in all age to come.And, like a gallant in the brow of youth, Sound, drums and trumpets :-and to London all : Repairs him with occasion ? this happy day And more such days as these to us befall! [Exeunt.

THIRD PART OF

KING HENRY VI.

ruus historical drama, like the preceding one, was not printed 23, 1455, wherein the York faction carried the day.i. ang :D its present form till it appeared in the folio

edition of our closes with the murder of King Henry VI, and the birth of author's works, in 1623. It was formed on a play by Marlowe, prince Edward, afterwards Edward V. (November 4, 1471.) or by Marlowe, Peele, and Greene, called The True Tragedy So that this history takes in the space of full sixteen years. of Richard Drike of York, and the good King Henry the Sistk; This play is only divided from che former for the convenience or, The Second Part of the Contention of York and Lancaster. of exhibition; for the series of action is continued without inShakspeare's alteration of this original play was made, accord terruption, por are any two scenes of any play more closely ing to Malone, in 1591.

connected than the first scene of this play with the last of the The play opens just after the first battle of Saint Alban's, (May former.-JOHNSON,

PERSONS REPRESENTED.
KING HENRY TAB SIXTH.
EDWARD, Prince of Wales, his son.
LEWIS XI. King of Franco
Dure Or SCMERES,
DUKE OF EXETEO
EARL OF OXFORD,

Lords on King
EARL or NORTHUMBERLAND, Henry's side.
EARL OF WESTMORELAND,
LORD CLIFFORD,
RICHARD PLANTAGENET, Duke of York.
EDWARD, Earl of March, afterwards

King Edward IV.
EDXUND, Earl of Rutland,

his sons.
GEORGE, afterwards Duke of Clarence,
RICHARD, afterwards Duke of Glocester,
DUKE OF NORFOLK,
MARQUIS OF MONTAGUE,
EARL OF WARWICK, of the Duke of York's
EARL OF PEMBROKE,

party. LORD HASTINGS, LORD STAFFORD

Sir Johx MORTIMER,
Sir Hugh MORTIMER,

uncles to the Duke of York.
Henry Earl of Richmond, a youth.
LORD RIVERS, brother to Lady Grey.
Sir William STANigY.
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 anu

King Edward, Messengers, Watchmen, &c. SCENE,--During part of the third Act, in FRANCE during all the rest of the Play, in ENGLAND.

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