;

I cleft his beaver with a downright blow
That this is true, father, behold his blood.

[Showing his bloody sword. Mont. And, brother, here's the earl of Wiltshire's blood, [To YORK, showing his. Whom I encounter'd as the battles join'd. Rich. Speak thou for me, and tell them what I did.

[Throwing down the DUKE OF SOMERSET's head. York. Richard hath best deserved of all my

sons.

But, is your grace dead, my lord of Somerset ? Norf. Such hope have all the line of John of Gaunt !

Rich. Thus do I hope to shake king Henry's head.

War. And so do I, victorious prince of York. 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. War. And when the king comes offer him no

violence,

Unless he seek to thrust you out perforce.

[They retire.

York. The queen, this day, here holds her

parliament,

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 call'd,

Unless Plantagenet, duke of York, be king,
And bashful Hen(e)ry deposed, whose cowardice
Hath made us by-words to our enemies.

York. Then leave me not, my lords; be resolute;

I mean to take possession of my right.

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'll plant Plantagenet, root him up who dares :Resolve thee, Richard; claim the English crown. [WARWICK leads YORK to the throne, who seats himself.

Flourish. Enter KING HENRY, CLIFFORD, NORTHUMBerland, WESTMORELAND, EXETER, and others, with red roses in their hats.

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, heaven be revenged on me! 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. K. Hen. Be patient, gentle earl of Westmoreland.

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

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

And they have troops of soldiers at their beck? Exe. But when the duke is slain they'll quickly fly.

K. Hen. 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.—
[They advance to the DUKE.
Thou factious duke of York, descend my throne,
And kneel for grace and mercy at my feet ;
I am thy sovereign.

York.

I am thine.

Exe. For shame, come down; he made thee duke of York.

York. It was my inheritance, as the earldom

was.

Exe. 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 thyself. War. Be duke of Lancaster, let him be king. West. He is both king and duke of Lancaster; And that the lord of Westmoreland shall maintain.

War. And Warwick shall disprove it. You forget

That we are those which chased you from the field,

And slew your fathers, and with colours spread March'd through the city to the palace gates. North. Yes, 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 worthless 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; Thy grandfather Roger Mortimer, earl of March: I am the son of Hen(e)ry the fifth,

Who made the Dauphin and the French to stoop, And seized 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. [to YORK.] Good brother as thou lov'st and honourest 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?
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 king. 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?