You shall have pay, and every thing you wish.
And let my sovereign, virtuous Henry,
Command my eldest son,-nay, all my sons,
As pledges of my fealty and love,
I'll send them all, as willing as I live:
Lands, goods, horse, armour, any thing I have
Is his to use, so Somerset may díe.
Buckingham.

York, I commend this kind submission:
We twain will go into his highness' tent.
Enter King Henry, attended.
King Henry.

Buckingham, doth York intend no harm to us, That thus he marcheth with thee arm in arm? York.

In all submission and humility, York doth present himself unto your highness.

King did I call thee? no, thou art not king;
Not fit to govern and rule multitudes,
Which dar'st not, no, nor canst not rule a traitor.
That head of thine doth not become a crown;
Thy hand is made to grasp a palmer's staff,
And not to grace an awful princely sceptre.
That gold must round engirt these brows of
mine;

Whose smile and frown, like to Achilles' spear,
Is able with the change to kill and cure.
Here is a hand to hold a sceptre up,
And with the same to act controlling laws.
Give place by heaven, thou shalt rule no more
O'er him whom heaven created for thy ruler.

Queen Margaret.

Call hither Clifford; bid him come amain,
To say, if that the bastard boys of York
Shall be the surety for their traitor father.
York

O! blood-bespotted Neapolitan,
Outcast of Naples, England's bloody scourge,
Shall be their father's bail; and bane to those
The sons of York, thy betters in their birth,
That for my surety will refuse the boys.

Enter Edward and Richard Plantagenet, with Forces, at one side; at the other, with Forces also, old Clifford and his Son.

See where they come: I'll warrant they'll make it good.

Queen Margaret.

And here comes Clifford, to deny their bail.

Clifford. Health and all happiness to my lord the king! (Kneels.

York.

I thank thee, Clifford: say, what news with Nay, do not fright us with an angry look: [thee? We are thy sovereign, Clifford, kneel again; For thy mistaking so, we pardon thee.

Clifford.

This is my king, York: I do not mistake; But thou mistak'st me much, to think I do.To Bedlam with him! is the man grown mad? King Henry.

Ay, Clifford; a bedlam and ambitious humour Makes him oppose himself against his king. Clifford.

He is a traitor: let him to the Tower, And chop away that factious pate of his. Queen Margaret.

He is arrested, but will not obey: His sons, he says, shall give their words for him.

Look in a glass, and call thy image so;

I am thy king, and thou a false-heart traitor.-
Call hither to the stake my two brave bears,
That with the very shaking of their chains
They may astonish these fell lurking curs:
Bid Salisbury, and Warwick, come to me.
Drums. Enter Warwick and Salisbury, with
Forces.

Chfford.

Are these thy bears? we'll bait thy bears to death,

And manacle the bear-ward in their chains, If thou dar'st bring them to the baiting place. Richard.

Oft have I seen a hot o'erweening cur Run back and bite, because he was withheld; Who, being suffer'd with the bear's fell paw, Hath clapp'd his tail between his legs, and cry'd: And such a piece of service will you do, If you oppose yourselves to match lord Warwick. Clifford.

Hence, heap of wrath, foul indigested lump, As crooked in thy manners as thy shape!

York.

Nay, we shall heat you thoroughly anon.

Clifford.

Warwick

You were best to go to bed, and dream again, To keep thee from the tempest of the field." Clifford.

I am resolv'd to bear a greater storm, Than any thou canst conjure up to-day; And that I'll write upon thy burgonet, Might I but know thee by thy household badge. Warwick.

Now, by my father's badge, old Nevil's crest, The rampant bear chain'd to the ragged stall, This day I'll wear aloft my burgonet, (As on a mountain-top the cedar shows, That keeps his leaves in spite of any storm) Even to affright thee with the view thereof.

Clifford,

And from thy burgonet I'll rend thy bear, And tread it underfoot with all contempt, Despite the bear-ward that protects the bear. Young Clifford.

And so to arms, victorious father,
To quell the rebels, and their 'complices.
Richard.

Fie! charity! for shame! speak not in spite,

selves.

King Henry.

Why, Warwick, hath thy knee forgot to bow ?-Old Salisbury,-shame to thy silver hair, Thou mad misleader of thy brain-sick son!What, wilt thou on thy death-bed play the ruffian, And seek for sorrow with thy spectacles? O! where is faith? O! where is loyalty? If it be banish'd from the frosty head, Where shall it find a harbour in the earth? Wilt thou go dig a grave to find out war, And shame thine honourable age with blood? Why art thou old, and want'st experience? Or wherefore dost abuse it, if thou hast it? For shame! in duty bend thy knee to me, That bows unto the grave with mickle age. Salisbury

My lord, I have consider'd with myself
The title of this most renowned duke;
And in my conscience do repute his grace
The rightful heir to England's royal seat.
King Henry.

Hast thou not sworn allegiance unto me?
Salisbury.
King Henry.

I have.

Canst thou dispense with heaven for such an

Enter Clifford. Warwick.

Of one or both of us the time is come.

York.

Hold, Warwick! seek thee out some other chace,

For I myself must hunt this deer to death.

Warwick.

Then, nobly, York; 'tis for a crown thou fight'st.

As I intend, Clifford, to thrive to-day, It grieves my soul to leave thee unassail'd. [Exit Warwick.

Clifford.

What seest thou in me, York? why dost thou

pause?

York.

With thy brave bearing should I be in love, But that thou art so fast mine enemy.

Clifford.

Clifford.

Nor should thy prowess want praise and esteem,

But that 'tis shown ignobly, and in treason.

York.

So let it help me now against thy sword,
As I in justice and true right express it.
Clifford.
My soul and body on the action both! -
York.

A dreadful lay address thee instantly.
Clifford.

La fin couronne les œuvres.

[They fight, and Chord falls and dies. York.

Thus war hath given thee peace, for thou art still.

Peace with his soul, heaven, if it be thy will!

Enter young Clifford. Young Clifford.

Exit.

Shame and confusion! all is on the rout:
Fear frames disorder, and disorder wounds [hell,
Where it should guard. O war! thou son of
Whom angry heavens do make their minister,
Throw in the frozen bosoms of our part
Hot coals of vengeance! Let no soldier fly:
He that is truly dedicate to war,
Hath no self-love; nor he, that loves himself,
Hath not essentially, but by circumstance,
The name of valour.- O let the vile world
end,
[Seeing his Father's body.
And the premised flames of the last day
Knit earth and heaven together!
Now let the general trumpet blow his blast,
Particularities and petty sounds

To cease! Wast thou ordain'd, dear father,
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 'tis mine,
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;
(Taking up the Body.

As did Encas old Anchises bear,
So bear I thee upon my manly shoulders;
But then, Encas bare a living load,
Nothing so heavy as these woes of mine. [Exit.

Enter Richard Plantagenet and Somerset,
fighting; Somerset is killed.

King Henry.

Can we outrun the heavens? good Margaret, stay.

Queen Margaret

What are you made of? you'll nor fight, nor Now is it manhood, wisdom, and defence, [fly: 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 May readily be stopp'd. [made,

York.

I know our safety is to follow them; For, as I hear, the king is fled 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?

Warwick.

After them? nay, before them, if we can. Now, by my hand, lords, 'twas a glorious day: Saint Albans' battle, won by famous York, Shall be eterniz'd in all age to come.Sound, drums and trumpets!-and to London And more such days as these to us befall! [all; [Exeunt.

Clifford.

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.

Northumberland.

Well hast thou spoken, cousin: be it so.
King Henry.

Ah! know you not, the city favours them, And they have troops of soldiers at their beck? Exeter.

But when the duke is slain, they'll quickly fly. King 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, [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.

Westmoreland.

What shall we suffer this? let's pluck him down:

My heart for anger burns, I cannot brook it.

King Henry.

Be patient, gentle earl of Westmoreland.

As shall revenge his death before I stir.