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Clif. Health and all happiness to my lord the Sal. My lord, I have consider'd with my king!
[h'neels. The title of this most renowned duke; York. I thank thee, Clifford: Say, what news and in my conscience do repnte his grace with thee?
The rightful heir to England's royal seat. Nay, do not fright us with an angry look: K. Hen. Hast thou not sworn allegiance We are thy sovereign, Clifford, kneel again;
unto me? For thy mistaking so, we pardon thee.
Sal. I have. Clif. This is my king, York, I do not mis- K. Hen. Canst thou dispense with heaven for take;
such an oath ? But thou mistak'st me much, to think I do:- Sal. It is great sin, to swear unto a sin; To Bedlam with him! is the man grown mad? But greater sin, to keep a sinful oath. K. Hen. Ay, Clifford; a bedlam and ambi- Who can be bound by any solemn vow tious humour
To do a murderous deed, to rob a man, Makes him oppose himself against his king. To force a spotless virgin's chastity,
Clif. He is a traitor; let him to the Tower, To reave the orphan of his patrimony,, And chop away that factious pate of his. To wring the widow from her custom'd right;
Q. Mar. He is arrested, but will not obey; And have no other reason for this wrong, His sons, he says, shall give their words for But that he was bound by a solemn oath? him.
Q. Mar. A subtle traitor needs no sophister. York. Will you not, cons?
K. Hen. Call Buckingham, and bid him arm Edw. Ay, noble father, if our words will
York. Call Buckingham, and all the friends Rich. And if words will not, then our wea
I am resolv'd for death, or dignity. Clif. Why, what a brood of traitors have Clif. The first I warrant thee, if dreams we here!
prove true. York. Look in a glass, and call thy image War. You were best to go to bed, and dream
They may astonish these fell lurking curs; And that I'll write upon thy burgonet,
badge. Drums. Enter WARWICK and SAYSBURY, War. Now, by my father's badge, old Newith Forces.
vil's crest, Clif. Are these thy bears ? we'll bait thy This day I'll wear aloft my burgonet,
The rampant bear chain'd to the ragged staff, bears to death, And manacle the bear-wardt in their chains,
(As on a mountain-top the cedar shows, If thou dar'st bring them to the baiting. Even to affright thee with the view thereof.
That keeps his leaves in spite of any storm,) place. Rich. Oft have I seen a hot o'erweening
Clif. And from thy burgonet I'll rend thy
bear, Run back and bite, because he was withheld: And tread it under foot with all contempt, Who, being suffer'd with the bear's fell paw,
Despight the bear-ward that protects the
bear. Hath clapp'd his tail between his legs, and
Y. Clif. And so to arms, victorious father, cry'd : And such a piece of service will you do,
To quell the rebels, and their 'complices.
Rich. Fie! charity, for shame! speak not in If you oppose yourselves to match lord Warwick.
spite, Clif. Hence, heap of wrath, foul indigested
For you shall sup with Jesu Christ to-night.
Y. Clif. Foul stigmatic,t that's more than lump,
thou canst tell. As crooked in thy manners as thy shape! York. Nay, we shall heat you thoroughly
Rich. If not in heaven, you'll surely sup in hell.
[Exeunt severally. Clif. Take heed, lest by your heat you burn yourselves.
SCENE II.-Saint Albans. K. Hen. Why, Warwick, hath thy knee forgot to bow?
Alarums: Excursions. Enter WARWICK. Old Salisbury,-shame to thy silver hair, Thou mad misleader of thy brain-sick son!
War. Clifford of Cumberland, 'tis Warwick
calls! What, wilt thou on thy death-bed play the And if thou dost not hide thee from the bear,
ruffian, And seek for sorrow with thy spectacles ?
Now,-when the angry trumpet sounds alarr
And 'dead men's cries do fill the empty air, O, where is faith? 0, where is loyalty? If it be banish'd from the frosty head,
Clifford, I say, come forth and fight with me!
Proud northern lord, Clifford of Cumberland, Where shall it find a harbour in the earth ?Wilt thou go dig a grave to find out war,
Warwick is hoarse with calling thee to arms. And shame thine honourable age with blood ? Why art thou old, and want'st experience ?
Enter York. Or wherefore dost abuse it, if thou hast it? How now, my noble lord? what, all a-toot ? For shame! in duty bend thy knee to me, York. The deadly-handed Clifford slew my That bows unto the grave with mickle age.
steed; * The Nevils, earls of Warwick, had a bear and tagged
* Helmet. start for their crest.
+ One on whom nature has set a mark of deformity, a + Bear-keeper.
But match to match I have encounter'd him, Come, thou new ruin of old Clifford's house; And made a prey for carrion kites and crows
[Taking up the Body. Even of the bonny beast he lov'd so well. As did Æneas old Anchises bear,
So bear I thee upon my manly shoulders ; Enter CLIFFORD.
But then Æneas bare a living load,
Nothing so heavy as these woes of mine, War. Of one or both of us the time is come.
(Ezic. York. Hold, Warwick, seek thee out some other chace,
Enter RICHARD PLANTAGENET and SOMERSET, For I myself must hunt this deer to death.
fighting, and Somerset is killed. War. Then, nobly, York; 'tis for a crown thou fight'st.
Rich. So, lie thou there ;As I intend, Clifford, to thrive to-day, For, underneath an alehouse' paltry sign, It grieves my soul to leave thee unassail'd. The Castle in Saint Albans, Somerset
[Exit WARWICK. Hath made the wizard famous in bis death. Clif. What seest thou in me, York? why Sword, hold thy temper; heart, be wrathful dost thou pause ?
still: York. With thy brave bearing should I be Priests pray for enemies, but princes kill. in love,
(Exit. But that thou art so fast mine enemy.
Enter King HENRY, Clif. Nor should thy prowess want praise Alarums : Excursions. and esteem,
Queen MARGARET, and others, retreating. But that 'tis shown ignobly and in treason. York. So let it help me now against thy
Q. Mar. Away, my lord! you are slow; for sword,
shame, away! As I in justice and true right express it!
K. Flen. Can we outrun the heavens? good Clif. My soul and body on the action
Margaret, stay. both !-
Q. Mar. What are you made of ? you'll not York. A dreadful lay!*-address thee in
fight, nor fly: stantly.
Now is it manhood, wisdom, and defence, [They fight, and Clifford falls. To give the enemy way: and to secure us Clif. La fin couronne les oeurres. [Dics. By what we can, which can no more but ily. York. Thus war hath given thee peace, for
[Alarum afar off. thou art still.
If you be ta’en, we then should see the bottom Peace with his soul, heaven, if it be thy will!
Of all our fortunes: but if we haply scape, (Exit.
(As well we may, if not through your neglect,)
We shall to London get; where you are lov'd; Enter young CLIFFORD.
And where this breach, now in our fortunes
made, Y. Clif. Shame and confusion ! all is on the May readily be stopp'd.
rout; Fear frames disorder, and disorder wounds
Enter young CLIFFORD. Where it should guard. () war, thou son of hell,
Y. Clif. But that my heart's on future misWhom angry heavens do make their minister, I would speak blasphemy ere bid you fly;
chief set, Throw in the frozen bosoms of our part Hot coals of vengeance!-Let no soldier fly:
But fly you must; uncurable discomfit He that is truly dedicate to war,
Reigns in the hearts of all our present parts.* Hath no self-love; nor he, that loves himself,
Away, for your relief! and we will live Hath not essentially, but by circumstance,
To see their day, and them our fortune give : The name of valour.-0, let the vile world Away, my lord, away!
(Exeunt. end, (Seeing his dend Futher.
SCENE III.-Fields neur Saint Albans. And the premisedt flames of the last day Knit earth and heaven together!
Alurum: Retreat. Flourish ; then enter YORK, Now let the general trumpet blow his blast,
RICHARD PLANTAGENET, WARWICK, and Sol. Particularities and petty sounds
diers, with Drum and Colours. To cease!1–Wast thou ordain'd, dear father, To lose thy youth in peace, and to achieves York. Of Salisbury, who can report of him; The silver livery of advised|| age;
That winter lion, who, in rage forgets And, in thy reverence, and thy chair-days, Aged contusions and all brush of time ;+ thus
And, like a gallant in the brow of youth, To die in ruffian battle?—Even at this sight, Repairs him with occasion ? this happy day My heart is turn'd to stone: and, while 'tis Is not itself, nor have we won one foot, mine,
If Salisbury be lost. It shall be stony. York not our old men spares; Rich. My noble father, No more will I their babes : tears virginal Three times to-day I holp him to his horse, Shall be to me even as the dew to fire;
Three times bestrid him, thrice I led him off, And beauty, that the tyrant oft reclaims, Persuaded him from any further act: Shall to my faming wrath be oil and flax. But still, where danger was, still there I met Henceforth, I will not have to do with pity:
him; Meet I an infant of the house of York, And like rich hangings in a homely house, Into as many gobbets will I cut it,
So was his will in bis old feeble body. As wild Medea young Absyrtus did:
But, noble as he is, look where he comes. In cruelty will I seek out my fame.
* For parties. * A dreadful wager; a tremendous stake.
+ 1. e. The gradual detrition of time. + Sent before their time.
1.e. The height of youth: the brow of a hill tas j Obtain.
Il Considerato summit.
York. I know, our safety is to follow them; Sw. Now, by my sword, well hast thou For, as I hear, the king is Aed to London, fonght to-day ;
To call a present court of parliament. By the mass, so did we all.-I thank you, What says lord Warwick; shall we after
Let us pursue him, ere the writs go forth:God knows, how long it is I have to live ;
them? And it hath pleas'd him, that three times to-day Yon have defended me from imminent death.
War. After them! nay, before them, if we
can. Well, lords, we have not got that which we have:
Now by my faith, lords, 'twas a glorious day: "Tis not enough our foes are this time fled,
Saint Albans' battle, won by famous York, Being opposites of such repairing nature.f
Shall be eterniz'd in all age to come. * 1. e. We have not sec o dat which we have ac
Sound, drums and trumpets ;-and to London
all : quired.
+ 1. c. Being enemies that are likely so soon to rally and And more such days as tacse to us befall! recover themselves from this defeat.
KING HENRY VI.
KING HENRY THE SIXTH.
Sir John MORTIMER, Uncles to the Duke of EDWARD, Prince of Wales, his Son.
Sir Hugh MORTIMER, 3 York. Lewis X1. King of France.
HENRY, Earl of Richmond, a Youth. DUKE OF SOMERSET,-DUKE OF Exe- Lords LORD Rivers, Brother to Lady Grey.-SIR
TER,-EARL OF OXFORD,-Earl on King William STANLEY.-Sir John MONTGOMERY. OF NORTHUMBERLAND,-EARL OF Henry's SIR JOHN SOMERVILLE.-TUTOR to Rut
WESTMORELAND, LORD CLIFFORD,) side land.-Mayor of York.-LIEUTENANT of the RICHARD PLANTAGENET, Duke of York.
Tower.-A NOBLEMAN.-Two KEEPERS.-4 EDWARD, Earl of March, after
HUNTSMAN.-A Son that has killed his Fawards King Edward IV.
ther.-A Father that has killed his Son. EDMUND, Earl of Rutland, GEORGE, afterwards Duke of Cla- | His Sons. QUEEN MARGARET. rence,
LADY Grey, afterwards Queen to Edward IV. RICHARD, afterwards Duke of Glo
BONA, Sister to the French Queen. cester, Duke of NorFOLK,
Soldiers, and other attendants on King Henry MARQUIS OF MONTAGUE,
and King Edward, Messengers, WatcbEARL OF WARWICK,
Of the Duke of EARL OF PEMBROKE,
York's party. LORD HASTINGS,
Scene, during part of the third Act, in France; LORD STAFFORD,
during all the rest of the Play, in England.
York. Richard hath best deserv'd of all my SCENE 1.- London.-The Parliament-House.
What, is your grace dead, my lord of SomerDrums. Some Soldiers of York's party break Norf. Such hope have all the line of John of in. Then, Enter the Duke of YORK, EDWARD,
Gaunt! Richard, NORFOLK, MONTAGUE, WARWICE, Rich. Thus do I hope to shake king Henry's and others, with White Roses in their Hats.
head. War. I wonder how the king escap'd our War. And so do I.-Victorious prince of hands.
York, York. While we pursu'd the horsemen of Before I see thee seated in that throne the north,
Which now the house of Lancaster usurps, He slily stole away, and left his men:
I vow by heaven, these eyes shall never close. Whereat the great lord of Northumberland, This is the palace of the fearful king, Whose warlike ears could never brook retreat, And this the regal seat: possess it, York: Cheer'd up the drooping army; and himself, For this is thine, and not king Henry's heirs. Lord Clifford, and lord Stafford, all a-breast, York. Assist me then, sweet Warwick, and Charg'd our main battle's front, and, break
I will; ing in,
For hither we have broken in by force. Were by the swords of common soldiers slain. Norf. We'll all assist you; he, that flies, Edw. Lord Stafford's father, duke of Buck
shall die. ingham,
York. Thanks, gentle Norfolk,-Stay by me, Is either slain, or wounded dangerous:
(night. I cleft his beaver with a downright blow; And, soldiers, stay, and lodge by me this That this is true, father, behold his blood. Wur. And when the king comes, offer him (Showing his bloody Sword.
no violence, Mont. And, brother, here's the earl of Wilt. Unless he seek to thrust you out by force. shire's blood, [To York, showing his.
(They retire. Whom I encounter'd as the battles join'd. York. The queen, this day, here bolds ber Rich. Speak thou for me, and tell them what
parliament, I did.
But little thinks we shall be of her council: Throwing down the Duke of Somerset’s Head. By words, or blows, here let us win our right
Rich. Arm'd as we are, let's stay within this War. True, Clifford; and that's Richard, house.
duke of York. War. The bloody parliament shall this be K. Hen. And shall I stand, and thou sit in call’d,
my throne? Unless Plantagenet, duke of York, be king; York. It must and shall be so. Content thy. And bashful Henry depos’d, whose cowardice
self. Hath made us by-words to our enemies.
War. Be duke of Lancaster, let him be king. York. Then leave me not, my lords; be re- West. He is both kingand duke of Lancaster: solute;
And that the lord of Westmoreland shall mainI mean to take possession of my right.
tain. War. Neither the king, nor he that loves War. And Warwick shall disprove it. You him best,
[field, The proudest he that holds up Lancaster, That we are those, which chas'd you from the Dares stir a wing, if Warwick shake his bells.* And slew your fathers, and with colours I'll plant Plantagenet, root him up who
(crown. March'd through the city to the palace gates. Resolve thee, Richard; claim the English North. Yes, Warwick, I remember it to my (WARWICK leads York to the Throne, who
grief; seats himself
And, by his soul, thou and thy house shall Flourish. Enter King HENRY, CLIFFORD,
West. Plantagenet, of thee, and these thy NORTHUMBERLAND, WESTMORELAND, Exe
[lives, TER, and others, with red Roses in their Hats. Thy kinsmen, and thy friends, I'll have more
Than drops of blood were in my father's veins. K. Hen. My lords, look where the sturdy Clif. Orge it no more; lest that, instead of rebel sits,
words, Even in the chair of state! belike, he means,
I send thee, Warwick, such a messenger, (Back'd by the power of Warwick, that false As shall revenge his death, before 1 slir. peer,)
War. Poor Clifford ! how I scorn his worthTo aspire unto the crown, and reign as king.-
less threats! Earl of Northumberland, he slew thy father;- York. Will you, we show our title to the And thine, Jord Clifford; and you both have
crown? vow'd revenge
If not, our swords shall plead it in the field. On him, his sons, his favourites, and his friends. K. Hen. What title bast thou, traitor, to the North. If I be not, heavens, be reveng'd on
Thy father was, as thou art, duke of York; Clif. The hope thereof makes Clifford mourn Thy grandfather, Roger Mortimer, earl' of in steel.
March : West. What, shall we suffer this? let's pluck I am the son of Henry the fifth, him down:
Who made the Dauphin and the French to My heart for anger burns, I cannot brook it.
stoop, K. Hen. Be patient, gentle earl of West- And seiz'd upon their towns and provinces. moreland.
War. Talk not of France, sith* thou hast lost Clif. Patience is for poltroons, and such as
K. Hen. The lord protector lost it, and not I; He durst not sit there had your father liv'd. When I was crown'd, I was but nine months My gracious lord, here in the parliament
old. Let us assail the family of York.
Rich. You are old enough now, and yet, North. Well hast thou spoken, consin ; be it
methinks, you lose :
Father, tear the crown from the usurper's head. K. Hen. Ah, know you not, the city favours
Edw. Sweet father, do so; set it on your them,
head. And they have troops of soldiers at their beck ? Mont. Good brother, [To York.] as thou Exe. But when the duke is slain, they'll Let's fight it out, and not stand cavilling thus.
lov'st and honour'st arms, quickly fly: K. Hen. Far be the thought of this from Rich. Sound drums and trumpets, and the Henry's heart,
king will fly. To make a shambles of the parliament-house!
York. Sons, peace! Cousin of Exeter, frowns, words, and threats,
K. Hen. Peace thou! and give king Henry Shall be the war that Henry means to use.
leave to speak. [They advance to the Duke. War. Plantagenet shall speak first:-hear Thou factious duke of York, descend my throne, And be you'silent and attentive too,
him, lords; And kneel for grace and mercy at my feet; I am thy sovereign.
For he, ibat interrupts him, shall not live. York. Thou art deceiv’d, I am thine.
K. Hen. Think'st thou, that I will leave m Exe. For shame, come down; he made thee
kingly throne, duke of York.
Wherein my grandsire, and my father, sat? York. 'Twas my inheritance, as the earldom No: first shall war unpeople this my realm;
Ay, and their colours-often borne in France; Exe. Thy father was a traitor to the crown.
And now in England, to our heart's great sorWar. Exeter, thou art a traitor to the crown, shall be my winding sheet.
Why faint you, ,
(lords 1 In following this usurping Henry. Clif. Whom should be follow, but his natural My title's good, and better far than his. king?
War. But prove it, Henry, and thou shalt be
king * Hawks had sometimes little bells hung on them, pet. hapo to dare the birds; that is, to fright them from rising.