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Particularities and petty sounds
To cease! Wast thou ordain'd, dear father, 46
To lose thy youth in peace, and to achieve
The silver livery of advised age,
And, in thy reverence and thy chair-days, thus
To die in ruffian battle? Even at this sight
My heart is turn'd to stone; and while 't is

It shall be stony. York not our old men spares;
No more will I their babes. Tears virginal
Shall be to me even as the dew to fire,
And beauty that the tyrant oft reclaims
Shall to my flaming wrath be oil and flax.
Henceforth I will not have to do with pity.
Meet I an infant of the house of York,
Into as many gobbets will I cut it
As wild Medea young Absyrtus did.
In cruelty will I seek out my fame.
Come, thou new ruin of old Clifford's house.
As did Æneas old Anchises bear,
So bear I thee upon my manly shoulders ;
But then Æneas bare a living load,
Nothing so heavy as these woes of mine.

[Exit, bearing off his father.) Enter RICHARD and SOMERSET to fight. (SOM

ERSET is killed.) Rich. So, lie thou there; For underneath an alehouse' paltry sign, The Castle in Saint Alban's, Somerset Hath made the wizard famous in his death, Sword, hold thy temper; heart, be wrathful

still. Priests pray for enemies, but princes kill.

(Erit.) Fight : excursions. Enter King, QUEEN, and

others. Queen. Away, my lord ! you are slow; for

shame, away! King. Can we outrun the heavens? Good

Margaret, stay.
Queen. What are you made of? You'll nor

fight nor fly.
Now is it manhood, wisdom, and defence,
To give the enemy way, and to secure us
By what we can, which can no more but fly.

[Alarum afar off.
If you be ta’en, we then should see the bottom
Of all our fortunes; but if we haply scape,
As well we may, if not through your neglect,
We shall to London get, where you are lov’d,
And where this breach now in our fortunes made
May readily be stopp'd.

Re-enter YOUNG CLIFFORD. Y, Clif. But that my heart 's on future mis

chief set,

I would speak blasphemy ere bid you fly.
But fly you must. Uncurable discomfit
Reigus in the hearts of all our present parts.
Away, for your relief! and we will live
To see their day and them our fortune give.
Away, my lord, away!

(Exeunt. (SCENE III. Fields near Saint Alban's.] Alarum. Retreat. Enter YORK, RICHARD,

WARWICK, and Soldiers, with drum and colours.

York. Of Salisbury, who can report of him, That winter lion, who in rage forgets Aged contusions and all brush of time, And, like a gallant in the brow of youth, Repairs him with occasion? This happy days Is not itself, nor have we won one foot, If Salisbury be lost. Rich.

My noble father, Three times to-day I holp him to his horse, Three times bestrid him; thrice I led him

Persuaded him from any further act:
But still, where danger was, still there I met
And like rich bangings in a homely house,
So was his will in his old feeble body.
But, noble as he is, look where he comes.

Sal. Now, by my sword, well hast thou

fought to-day, By the mass, so did we all. I thank you,

Richard. God knows how long it is I have to live; And it hath pleas'd Him that three times to

day You have defended me from imminent death. Well, lords, we have not got that which we

have. 'T is not enough our foes are this time fled, Being opposites of such repairing nature.

York. I know our safety is to follow them; For, as I hear, the King is filed to London, To call a present court of parliament. Let us pursue him ere the writs go forth. What says Lord Warwick ? Shall we after

them? War. After them ? Nay, before them, if we Now, by my hand, lords, 't was a glorious

day. Saint Alban's battle won by famous York Shall be eterniz'd in all age to come. Sound drum and trumpets, and to London all; And more such days as these to us befall!





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uncles to the duke of York. DUKE OF SOMERSET.


HENRY, earl of Richmond, a youth. EARL OF OXFORD.





Tutor to Rutland. Mayor of York. EDWARD, earl of March, afterwards King

Lieutenant of the Tower. A Nobleman. Edward IV,

Two Keepers. A Huntsman. EDMUND, earl of Rutland,

his sons.

A Son that has killed his father.
GBORGE, afterwards duke of Clarence,

A Father that has killed his son.
RICHARD, afterwards duke of Gloucester,


LADY GREY, afterwards Queen to Edward IV. EARL OF WARWICK.

Bona, sister to the French Queen. EARL OF PEMBROKE.

Soldiers, Attendants, Messengers, Watchmen, etc.

SCENE: England and France.]




SCENE I. (London. The Parliament-house.]
Alarum. Enter the DUKE OF YORK, EDWARD,

WICK, and Soldiers.
War. I wonder how the King escap'd our

York. While we pursu'd the horsemen of

the north,
He slily stole away and left his men;
Whereat the great Lord of Northumberland,
Whose warlike ears could never brook retreat,
Cheer'd up the drooping army; and himself, o
Lord Clifford and Lord Stafford, all abreast,
Chargd our main battle's front, and breaking

Were by the swords of common soldiers slain.
Edw. Lord Stafford's father, Duke of Buck-

Is either slain or wounded dangerous ;
I cleft his beaver with a downright blow.
That this is true, father, behold his blood.
Mont. And, brother, here's the Earl of Wilt-

shire's blood,
Whom I encount'red as the battles join'd.
Rich. Speak thou for me and tell them what
I did.

(Showing the Duke of Somerset's

York. Richard hath best deserv'd of all my
But is your Grace dead, my Lord of Somerset ?
Norf. Such hope have all the line of John of


Rich. Thus do I hope to shake King Henry's

War. And so do I. Victorious prince of

Before I see thee seated in that throne
Which now the house of Lancaster usurps,
I vow by heaven these eyes shall never close.
This is the palace of the fearful king,
And this the regal seat. Possess it, York ;
For this is thine and not King Henry's heirs'.
York. Assist 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 lodge by me this night.

(They go up. War. And when the King comes, offer him

no violence,
Unless he seek to thrust you out perforce.
York. The Queen this day here holds her

But little thinks we shall be of her council.
By words or blows here let us win our right.
Rich. Arm'd as we are, let's stay within

this house.
War. The bloody parliament shall this be

Unless Plantagenet, Duke of York, be king,
And bashful Henry depos’d, whose cowardice
Hath made us by-words to our enemies.
York. Then leave me not, my lords; be re-

I mean to take possession of my right.










me !


War. Neither the King, nor he that loves

him best, The proudest he that holds up Lancaster, Dares stir a wing, if Warwick shake his

bells. I'N plant Plantagenet, root him up who dares. Resolve thee, Richard ; claim the English

(York takes the throne.) Flourish. Enter King HENRY, CLIFFORD,

TER, and the rest (wearing red roses).
K. Hen. My lords, look where the sturdy

rebel sits, Even in the chair of state. Belike he means, Back'd by the power of Warwick, that false

peer, To aspire unto the crown and reign as king. Earl of Northumberland, he slew thy father, And thine, Lord Clifford ; and you both have

vow'd revenge On him, his sons, his favourites, and his

friends. North. If I be not, heavens be reveng'd on Clif. The hope thereof makes Clifford

mourn in steel. West. What, shall we suffer this ? Let's

pluck him down. My heart for anger burns; I cannot brook it. 60 K. Hen. Be patient, gentle Earl of West

moreland. Clif. Patience is for poltroons, such as he. He durst not sit there, had your father liv'd. My gracious lord, here in the parliament Let us assail the family of York.

North. Well hast thou spoken, cousin; be it K. Hen. Ah, know you not the city favours

them, And they have troops of soldiers at their beck ? West. But when the Duke is slain, they 'll

quickly fly: K. Hen. Farbe 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

And kneel for grace and mercy at my feet.
I am thy sovereign.

I am thine.
Ere. For shame, come down. He made thee

Duke of York. York. 'T was my inheritance, as the earldom | Ere. 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. Hen. And shall I stand, and thou sit in

my throne ?

York. It must and shall be so. Content thy

self. War. Be Duke of Lancaster; let him be

King. West. He is both King and Duke of Lan

caster; And that the Lord of Westmoreland shall

maintain. War. And Warwick shall disprove it. You

forget That we are those which chas'd you from the

field And slew your fathers, and with colours spread March'd through the city to the palace gates. North. No, Warwick, I remember it to my

grief; And, by his soul, thou and thy house shall rue

it. West. Plantagenet, 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 ; lest that, instead of

words, I send thee, Warwick, such a messenger As shall revenge his death before I stir. War. Poor Clifford ! how I scorn his worth

less threats! York. Will you we show our title to the

crown? If not, our swords shall plead it in the field. K. Hen. What title hast thou, traitor, to the

crown? Thy father was, as thou art, Duke of York ; 105 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 seiz'd upon their towns and provinces. War. Talk not of France, sith thou hast lost

it all. K. Hen. The Lord Protector lost it, and

not I. When I was crown'd I was but nine months

old. Rich. You are old enough now, and yet, me

thinks, you lose. Father, tear the crown from the usurper's head. Edw. Sweet father, do so; set it on your

head. Mont. Good brother, as thou lov'st and hon

ourest arms, Let's fight it out and not stand cavilling thus. Rich. Sound drums and trumpets, and the

King will fly. York. Sons, peace! K. Hen. Peace, thou ! and give King Henry

leave to speak. War. Plantagenet shall speak first. Hear

him, lords; And be you silent and attentive too, For he that interrupts him shall not live. K. Hen. Think'st thou that I will leave my

kingly throne, Wherein my grandsire and my father sat?

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No! First shall war unpeople this my realm; Ay, and their colours, often borne in France, And now in England to our heart's great

sorrow, Shall be my winding-sheet. Why faint you,

lords My title's good, and better far than his. War. Prove it, Henry, and thou shalt be

K. Hen. Henry the Fourth by conquest got

the crown.
York. 'Twas by rebellion against his king.
K. Hen. (Aside.) I know not what to say;

my title's weak.
Tell me, may not a king adopt an heir ?

York. What then ?
K. Hen. An if he may, then am I lawful

For Richard, in the view of many lords,
Resign'd the crown to Henry the Fourth,
Whose heir my father was, and I am bis.
York. He rose against him, being his sov-

ereign, And made him to resign his crown perforce. War. Suppose, my lords, he did it uncon

strain'd, Think you 't were prejudicial to his crown? Exe. No; for he could not so resign his

crown But that the next heir should succeed and

K. Hen. Art thou against us, Duke of

Exe. His is the right, and therefore pardon
York. Why whisper you, my lords, and an-

swer not?
Ere. My conscience tells me he is lawful

king. K. Hen. (Aside.) All will revolt from me,

and turn to him. North. Plantagenet, for all the claim thou

Think not that Henry shall be so 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 set the Duke up in despite of me.

Clif. King Henry, be thy title right or wrong, Lord Clifford vows to fight in thy defence. 160 May that ground gape and swallow me alive, Where I shall kneel to him that slew my father! K. Hen. O 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 over the chair of state, where now he

sits, Write up his title with usurping blood.

(He stamps with his foot, and the

Soldiers show themselves.

K. Hen. My Lord of Warwick, hear but one

word. Let me for this my life-time reign as king. York. Confirm the crown to me and to mine

heirs, And thou shalt reign in quiet while thou liv'st.

King. I am content. Richard Plantagenet, Enjoy the kingdom after my decease. Clif. What wrong is this unto the Prince

your son! War. What good is this to England and

West. Base, fearful, and despairing Henry!
Clif. How hast thou injur'd both thyself

and us!
West. I cannot stay to hear these articles. 180
North. Nor I.
Clif. Come, cousin, let us tell the Queen

these news.
West. Farewell, faint-hearted and degener-

ate king, In whose cold blood 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 dreadful war mayst thou be over

come, Or live in peace abandon'd and despis'd!

[Exeunt North., Cliff, and West.) War. Turn this way, Henry, and regard

them not.
Exe. They seek revenge and therefore will

not yield.
K. Hen. Ah, Exeter !

Why should you sigh, my lord ?
K. Hen. Not for myself, Lord 'Warwick,

but my son, Whom I unnaturally shall disinherit. But be it as it may. (To York.) I here entail The crown to thee and to thine heirs for ever, Conditionally, that here thou take an oath To cease this civil war, and, whilst I live, To honour me as thy king and sovereign, And neither by treason nor hostility To seek to put me down and reign thyself. 200 York. This oath I willingly take and will

perform. War. Long live King Henry! Plantagenet,

embrace him. K. Hen. And long live thou, and these thy

forward sons ! York. No York and Lancaster are recon

cil'd. Ere. Accurs'd be he that seeks to make them foes !

[Sennet. Here they come down. York. Farewell, my gracious lord ; I'll to War. And I'll keep London with my soldiers. Norf. And I to Norfolk with my followers. Mont. And I unto the sea from whence I K. Hen. And I, with grief and sorrow, to the court.

[Exeunt York and his sons, War

wick, Norfolk, Montague, their Soldiers, and Attendants.]






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K. Hen. Gentle son Edward, thou wilt stay

with me? WALES).

Q. Mar. Ay, to be murder'd by his enemies Exe. Here comes the Queen, whose looks Prince. When I return with victory from the bewray her anger.

field I'll steal away.

I'll see your Grace; till then I'll follow her. K. Hen. Exeter, so will I.

Q. Mar. Come, son, away; we may not Q. Mar. Nay, go not from me; I will follow

linger thus. thee.

(Exeunt Queen Margaret and the K. Hen. Be patient, gentle queen, and I will

Prince.) stay.

K. Hen. Poor queen l' how love to me and to Q. Mar. Who can be patient in such extremes ?

Hath made her break out into terms of rage ! Ah, wretched man! would I had died a maid, Reveng'd may she be on that hateful duke, a And never seen thee, never borne thee son, Whose haughty spirit, winged with desire, Seeing thou hast proy'd so unnatural a father! Will coast my crown, and like an empty eagle Hath he deserv'd to lose his birthright thus ? Tire on the flesh of me and of my son! Hadst thou but lov'd him half so well as I, 220 The loss of those three lords torments my Or felt that pain which I did for him once,

heart. Or nourish'd him as I did with my blood, I'll write unto them and entreat them fair, Thou wouldst have left thy dearest heart- Come, cousin, you shall be the messenger. blood there,

Exé. And I, I hope, shall reconcile them all. Rather than have made that savage duke thine

(Ereunt. heir And disinherited thine only son.

[SCENE II. Sandal Castle.] Prince. Father, you cannot disinherit me. If you be King, why should not I succeed ?

Enter RICHARD, EDWARD, and MONTAGCE. K. Hen. Pardon me, Margaret; pardon me, Rich. Brother, though I be youngest, give sweet son.

me leave. The Earl of Warwick and the Duke enforc'd Edw. No, I can better play the orator.

Mont. But I have reasons strong and forcible. Q. Mar. Enforc'd thee! art thou King, and

Enter the DUKE OF YORK. wilt be forc'd ? I shame to hear thee speak. Ah, timorous York. Why, how now, sons and brother! at wretch !

a strife? Thou hast undone thyself, thy son, and me; What is your quarrel! How began it first? And given unto the house of York such head Edw. No quarrel, but a slight contention. As thou shalt reign but by their sufferance. York. About what ? To entail him and his heirs unto the crown, Rich. About that which concerns your Grace What is it, but to make thy sepulchre And creep into it far before thy time?

The crown of England, father, which is yours. Warwick is chancellor and the lord of Calais ; York. Mine, boy? Not till King Henry be Stern Falconbridge commands the narrow seas;

dead. The Duke is made Protector of the realm ; 240 Rich. Your right depends not on his life or And yet shalt thou be safe ? Such safety finds

death. The trembling lamb environed with wolves. Edw. Now you are heir, therefore enjoy it Had I been there, which am a silly woman, The soldiers should have toss'd me on their By giving the house of Lancaster leave to pikes

breathe, Before I would have granted to that act. It will outrun you, father, in the end. But thou preferr'st thy life before thine hon- York. I took an oath that he should quietly

reign. And seeing thou dost, I here divorce myself Edw. But for a kingdom any oath may be Both from thy table, Henry, and thy bed,

broken. Until that act of parliament be repeal'd

I would break a thousand oaths to reign one Whereby my son is disinherited. The northern lords that have forsworn thy col- Rich. No; God forbid your Grace shonld be

forsworn. Will follow mine, if once they see them spread; York. I shall be, if I claim by open war. And spread they shall be, to thy foul disgrace Rich. I'll prove the contrary, if you 'n hear And utter ruin of the house of York.

me speak. Thus do I leave thee. Come, son, let's away. York. Thou canst not, son; it is impossible. Our army is ready; come, we'll after them. 256 Rich. An oath is of no moment, being not K. Hen. Stay, gentle Margaret, and hear me

took speak.

Before a true and lawful magistrate, Q. Mar. Thou hast spoke too much already; That hath authority over him that swears. get thee gone.

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