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The Third PART of
King HENRY VI.
A CT 1. SC E NE I.
Alarum. Enter Duke of York, Edward, Richard,
York. While we pursu'd the Horlimen of
the North, He Nily stole away, and left his Men: Whereat the great Lord of Northumberland,
Whose warlike Ears could never brook ReChear'd up the drooping Army, and himseif,
Edw. Lord Stafford's Father, Duke of Buckingham,
Mount. Ard, Brother, here's the Earl of Wiltshire's Blood, Whom I encountred as the Battels join'd.
Rich. Speak thou for me, and tell them what I did. VOL. IV.
York. Richard hath best deserv'd of all my Sons :
Norf. Such hope have all the Line of John of Gaunt.
War. And so do I, victorious Prince of York.
Tork. Allift me then, sweet Warwick, and I will ;
Norf. We'll all assist you; he that flies shall die.
Tork. Thanks, gentle Norfolk; stay by me my Lords,
War. And when the King comes, offer him no violence,
York. The Queen this day here holds her Parliament,
War. The bloody Parliament Thall this be callid,
York. Then leave me not, my Lords, be resolute,
War. Neither the King, nor he that loves him belt,
land, Exeter, and others.
And thine, Lord Clifford, and you have both vou'd revenge On him, his Sons, his Favourites, and his Friends.
North. If I be not, Heav'ns be reveng'd on me.
K. Henry. Be patient, gentle Earl of Westmorland.
North. 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?
Weft. 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 fa&ious 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.
Tork. 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?
Weft. 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 flew your Fathers, and with Colours spread March'd threw the City to the Palace Gates.
Norih. Yes, Warwick, I remember it to my grief.
Weft. Plantagenet, of thee and these thy Sons,
Clif. Urge it no more, Jest that instead of words
War. Poor Clifford! how I scorn his worthless Threats.
K. Henry. What Title hast thou, Traitor, to the Crowns
War. Talk not of France, Gth thou hast loft it all.
K. Henry. The Lord Prote&or lost it, and not I;
Rich. You are old enough now,
Edw. Sweet Father do so, set it on your Head.
Mount. Good Brother,
Rich. Sound Drums and Trumpet', and the King will fly.
York. Sons, Peace.
War. Plantagenet shall speak first: Here him Lords,
K. Henry. Think'st thou that I will leave my Kingly Throne,
War. But prove it, Henry, and thou shalt be King.
K. Henry. I know not what to say, my Tiile's weak:
York. What then?
K. 'Henry. And if he may, then am I lawful King:
Tork. He rose against him, being his Soveraign,
War. Suppose, my Lords, he did it unconstrain'd, Think you 'cwere prejudicial to his Crown?
Exe. No; for he could not so resign bis Crown,
K. Henry. Art thou against us, Duke of Exeter?
North. Plantagenet, for all the claim thou lay ft,
War. Depos'd he shall be, in despite of all.
North. Thou art deceiv'd :
Clif. King Henry, be thy Title right or wrong,
K. Henry. Oh Clifford, how thy words revive my Heart,
War. Dy 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 usarping Blood. [He stamps with his foot, and the Soldiers Niew themselves.