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My mind was troubled with deep melancholy. | That gold must round engirt these brows of
Is able with the change to kill and cure.
And with the same to act controlling laws. The king bath yielded unto thy demand ; Give place; by heaven thou shalt rule no more The duke of Somerset is in the Tower.
O'er him, whom heaven created for thy ruler. York. Upon thine honour, is he prisoner ? Som. O monstrous traitor I-I arrest thee, York, Buck. Upon mine honour, he is prisoner. Of capital ueason 'gainst the king and crown: York. Then, Buckingham, I do dismiss my Obey, audacious traitor; kneel for grace. powers,
York. Would'st have me kneel ? first let me Soldiers, I thank you all : disperse yourselves; ask of these, Meet me tomorrow in Saint George's field, If they can brook 'I bow a knee to man.Yon shall have pay, and every thing you wish. Sirah, call in my sons to be iny bail; And let my sovereign, virtuous Henry,
(Erit an Attendant. Command my eldest son,-nay, all my sons, I know, ere they will have me go to ward, As pledges of my fealty and love.
They'll pawn their swords for my enfranchiseI'll send them all as willing as I live;
ment. Lands, goods, horse, armour, any thing I have, Q. Mar. Call hither Clifford ; bid him come Is his to use, so Somerset may die.
(Erit Buckingham. Buck. York, I commend this kind snbmission : To say, that if the bastard boys of York We twain will go into his highness' tent. Shall be the surety for their uaitor father.
York. O blood-bespotted Neapolitan,
Outcast of Naples, England's bloody scourge ; K. Hen. Buckingham, doth York intend no The sons of York, thy betters in their birth, harm to us,
Shall be their father's bail: and bane to those That thus he marcheth with thee arm in arm? That for my surety will refuse the boys.
York. In all submission and humility,
Enter Edward and Richard Plantagenet, with K. Hen. Then what intend these forces thou Forces, at one side ; at the other, with Forces dost bring ?
also, Old Clifford and his Son. York. To heave the traitor Somerset from hence; See, where they come; I'll warrant they'll make And fight against that monstrous rebel, Cade,
it good. Who since I heard to be discomfited.
a. Mar. Apd here comes Clifford, to deny
their bail. Enter Iden, with Cade's Head.
Clif. Health and all happiness to my lord the Iden. If one so rude and of so mean condition, king!
[Kneele. May pass into the presence of a king,
York. I thank thee, Clifford : say, what news ko, I present your grace a traitor's head,
with thee? The head of Cade, whom I in combat slew. Nay, do not fright ng with an angry look; K. Hen. The head of Cade ?-Great God, how We are thy sovereign, Clifford, kneel again : just art thou !-
For thy mistaking so, we pardon thee. 0, let me vicw his visage being dead,
Clif. This is my king, York, I do not mistake; That living wrought me such exceeding trouble. But thou mistak'st me much, to think I do: Tell me, my friend, art thou the man that slew To Bedlam with him ! is the man grown mad ? him ?
K. Hen. Ay, Clifford ; a bedlam and ambitious Iden. I was, an't like your majesty.
humour K. Hen. How art thou call’d? and what is Makes him oppose himself against his king. thy degree?
Clif. He is a traitor ; let him to the Tower, Iden. Alexander Iden, that's my name ; And chop away that factious pate of his. A poor esquire of Kent, that loves his king. Q. Mar. He is arrested, but will not obey; Buck. So please it you, my lord, 'twere not amiss His sons, he says, shall give their words for him. He were created knight for his good service. York. Will you not, sons ? K. Hen. Iden, kneel down ; [He kneels.) Rise Edu. Ay, noble father, if our words will serve. up a knight.
Rich. And if words will not, then our weapona We give thee for reward a thousand marks;
shall. And will, that thou henceforth attend on us. Clif. Why, what a brood of traitors have wo Iden. May Iden live to merit such a bounty, here! And never live but true unto his liege!
York. Look in a glass, and call thy image so; K. Hen. See, Buckingham! Somerset comes I am thy king, and thou a false-heart traitor.with the queen:
Call hither to the stake my two brave bears, Go, bid her hide him quickly from the duke. That, with the very shaking of their chains, Enter Queen Margaret and Somerset.
They may astonish these tell lurking curs;
Bid Salisbury, and Warwick, come to me. Q. Mar. For thousand Yorks he shall not hide his head,
Drums. Enter Warwick and Salisbury, with Bnt boldly stand, and front him to his face.
Forces. York. How now? Is Somerset at liberty? Clif. Are these thy bears ? we'll bait thy bean Then, York, unloose thy long-imprison'd to death, thoughts,
And manacle the bearward in their chains, And let thy longue be equal with thy heart. If thou dar'st bring them to the baiting place. Shall I endure the sight of Somerset 1–
Rich. Oft have I seen a hot o'erweening cur False king! why hast thou broken faith with me, Run back and bite, because he was withheld; Knowing how hardly I can brook abuse ? Who, being suffer'd with the bear's fell paw, King did I call thee 1 no, thou art not king; Hath'clapp'd his tail between his legs, and cried : Not fit to govern and rule multitudes, And such a piece of service will you do, Which darst not, no, nor canst not rule a trai- If you oppose yourselves to maich Lord War tor.
wick. That head of thine doth not become a crown; Clif. Hence, heap of wrath, foul indigested Thy hand is made to grasp a palmer's staff,
lump, And not to grace an awful princely sceptre. | As crooked in thy manners as thy shape!
York. Nay, we shall beat you thoroughly anon.
Enter York Clif. Take heed, lest by your heat you burn How now, my noble Jord 7 what, all a-foot ? yourselves.
York. The deadly handed Clifford slew my K. Hen. Why, Warwick, hath thy knee forgot
steed; to bow ?
But match to match I have encounter'd him, Old Salisbury,--shame to thy silver hair, And made a prey for carrion kites and crows Thou mad misleader of thy brain-sick son ! Even of the bonny beast he lov'd so well. What, wilt thou on thy deathbed play the ruf.
War. Of one or both of us the time is come. And seek for sorrow with thy spectacles ?
York. Hold, Warwick, seek thee out some other 0, where is faith ? O, where is loyalty ?
chase, Ir'ie be banish'd from the frosty head,
For I myself must hunt this deer to death. Where shall it find a harbour in the earth 1-,
War. Then, nobly, York : 'tis for a crown thon Wilt thon go dig a grave to find out war,
fight'st. And shame thine honourable age with blood ?
As I intend, Clifford, to thrive to-day, Why art thou old, and want'st experience ?
It grieves my soul to leave thee unassail'd. Or wherefore dost abuse it, if thou hast it?
[Erit Warwick. For shame! in duty bend thy knee to me, Clif. What seest thou in me, York ? why dost That bows unto the grave with mickle age.
thou panse? Sal. My lord, I have consider'd with myself
York. With thy brave bearing should I be in The title of this most renowned duke;
love, And in my conscience do repute his grace But that thou art so fast mine enemy. The rightful heir to England's royal seat. Clif. Nor should thy prowess want praise and K. Hen. Hast thou not sworn allegiance unto
esteem, me ?
But that it is shown ignobly, and in treason. Sal. I have.
York. So let it help me now against thy sword, K. Hen. Canst thou dispense with heaven for As I in justice and true right express it! such an oath ?
Clif. My soul and body on the action both ! Sal. It is great sin, to swear unto a sin; York. A dreadful lay !-address thee instantly. But greater sin, to keep a sinful oath.
[They fight, and Clifford falls. Who can be bound by any solemn vow
Clif. La fin couronne les wuvres. [ Dies. To do a murderous deed, to rob a man,
York. Thus war hath given thee peace, for thou To force a spotless virgin's chastity,
art still. To reave the orphan of his patrimony,
Peace with his soul, heaven, if it be thy will ! To wring the widow from her custoin'd right;
[Erit. And have no other reason for this wrong,
Enter young Clifford. But that he was bound by a solemn oath?
Y. Clif. Shame and confusion ! all is on the route Q. Mar. A subtle traitor needs no sophister.
Fear frames disortler, and disorder wounds K. Hen. Call Buckingham, and bid him arm Where it should guard. 0 war, thou son of hell,
himself. York. Call Buckingham, and all the friends Throw in the frozen bosoms
Whom angry heavens do make their minister,
our part thou hast,
Hot coals of vengeance ! Let no soldier fly : I am resolv'd for death, or dignity.
He that is truly dedicate to war, Clif. The first, I wari ant thee, if dreams prove Hath no sell love; nor he, that loves himself,
Hath not essentially, but by circumstance, War. You were best to go to bed, and dream The name of valour:-0, let the vile world end, again,
Sering his dead father. To keep thee from the tempest of the field. And the premised fames of the last day Clif. 1 am resolv'd to bear a greater storm, Knit earth and heaven together! Than any thou canst conjure up to-day ; Now let the general trumpet blow his blast, And that I'll write npon thy burgonet,
Particularities and petty sounds Might I but know thee by thy household badge. To cease !-Wast thou ordain'd, dear father War. Now, hy my father's badge, old Nevil's To lose thy youth in peace, and to achieve crest,
The silver livery of advised age; The rampant bear chain'd to the ragged staff,
And, in thy reverence, and thy chair-days, thus This day I'll wear aloft my burgonet,
To die in ruffian battle ?--Even at this sight, (As on the mountain top the cedar shows,
My heart is turn'd to stone; and, while 'uis mine, That keeps his leaves in spite of any storm,) It shall be stony. York not our old men spares; Even to affright thee with the view thereof."
No more will their bahes; tears virginal Clif. And from thy burgone! I'll rend thy bear, Shall be to me even as the dew to fire ; And tread it under foot with all contempt,
And beauty, that the tyrant oft reclaims, Despight the bearward that protects the bear.
Shall to my flaming wrath be oil and flax. Y. Clif. And so to arms, victorious father, Henceforth I will not have to do with pily : To quell the rebels, and their 'complices. Rich. Fie! charity, for shame ! speak not in Into as many gobbets will I cut it,
Meet I an infant of the honse of York, spite,
As wild Medlea young Absyrtus did: For you shall sup with Jesu Christ to-night.
In cruelty will I seek out my fame. y. Clif. Foul stigmatick, that's more than thou Come, thou new ruin of old Clifford's house ; canst tell.
[Taking up the Body. Rich. If not in heaven, you'll surely sup in hell. As did Æneas old Anchises bear,
[Exeunt severally. So bear I thee upon my manly shoulders: SCENE II. Saint Albans.
But then Æneas bare a living load, Alarums: Ercursions. Enter Warwick. Nothing so heavy as these woes of 'mine. (Erit War. Clifford of Cumberland, 'tis Warwick Enter Richard Plantagenet and Somerset, fightcalls!
ing, and Somerset is killed. And if thou dost not hide thee from the bear, Rich. So, lie thou there;Now, -when the angry trumpet sounds alarm, For, underneath an alehouse paltry sign, And dead men's cries do fill the empty air, The Castle in Saint Albans, Somerset Clifford, I say, come forth and fight with me! Hath made the wizard famous in his death. Proud northern lord, Clifford of Cumberland, Sword, hold thy temper; heart, be wrathful still: Warwick is hoarse with calling thee to arms. Priests pray for enemies, but princes kill. (Erik
Alarums: Ercursions. Enter King Henry, Aged contusions and all brush of time;
Queen Margaret, and others, retreating. And, like a gallant in the brow of youth, 4. Mar. Away, my lord ! you are slow ; for Repairs him with occasion ? this happy day shame, away!
Is not itself, nor have we won one foot,
My noble father Q. Mar. What are you made of ? you'll not Three times to-day I hold him to his horse, fight, nor fly:
Three times bestrid him, thrice I led him off. Now is it manhood, wisdom, and defence,
Persuaded him from any further act: To give the enemy way; and to secure us
But still, where danger was, still there I met him; By what we can, which can no more but fly.
And like rich hangings in a homely house,
[ Alarum afar of. So was his will in his old feeble body. If you be ta'en, we then should see the bottom
But, noble as he is, lock where he comes. of all our fortunes : but if we haply scape,
Enter Salisbury. (As well we inay, if not through your neglect,) We shall to London get; where you are lov'd;
Sal. Now, by my sword, well hast thou fought And where this breach, now in our fortunes
to-day ; made,
By the mass, so did we all.-I thank you, Rich.
ard: May readily be stopp'd.
God knows, how long it is I have to live;
And it hath pleas'd him that three times to-day Y. Clif. But that my heart's on future mischief You have defended me from imminent death.
Well, lords, we have not got that which we have set, I would speak blasphemy ere bid you fly ;
'Tis not enough our foes are this time fled, But fly you must; uncurable discomfit
Being opposites of such repairing nature.
York. I know, our safety is to follow them ;
To call a present court of parliament.
Let us pursue him, ere the writs go forth :
What says Lord Warwick ? shall we after them. SCENE JII. Fields near Saint Albans. War. After them! nay, before them if we can.
Now by my faith, Jords, 'twas a glorious day : Alarums : Retreat. Flourish; then enter York, Saint Albans' battle, won by famous York, Richard Plantagenet, Warwick, and Soldiers, Shall be eterniz'd in all age to come.with Drum and Colours.
Sound, drums and trumpets :-and to London all: York. Of Salisbury, who can report of him; And more such days as these to us befall ! That winter lion, who, in rage, forgets
THIRD PART OF
PERSONS REPRESENTED. KING HENRY THE SIXTH.
LORD HASTINGS, of the Duke of York's EDWARD, Prince of Wales, his Son.
Party. LEWIS XI. King of France.
SIR JOHN MORTIMER, Uncles to the DUKE OF SOMERSET,
SIR HUGH MORTIMER, 3 Duke of York. DUKE OF EXETER,
HENRY, Earl of Richmond, a Youth. EARL OF OXFORD,
LORD RIVERS, Brother to Lady Grey. EARL OF NORTHUMBERLAND,
SIR WILLIAM STANLEY.
SIR JOHN MONTGOMERY.
SIR JOHN SOMERVILLE. RICHARD PLANTAGENET, Duke of York. Tutor to Rutland. Mayor of York. LieutenEDWARD, Earl of March, afterwards ant of the Tower. A Nobleman. Two KeepKing Edward IV.
ers. A Huntsman. A Son that has killed EDMUND, Earl of Rutland,
his Father. A Father that has killed his Son. GEORGE, afterwards Duke of Clarence, QUEEN MARGARET. RICHARD, afterwards Duke of Glocester) LADY GREY afterwards Queen to Edw. IV. DUKE OF NORFOLK,
BONA, Sister to the French Queen. MARQUIS OF MONTAGUE, of the Duke of Soldiers, and other Attendants on King Henry EARL OF WARWICK, York's Party. and King Edward, Messengers, Watchmen, EARL OF PEMBROKE,
c. SCENE,-during part of the third Act, in France ; during all the rest of the play, in England.
York. While we pursu'd the horsemen of the
north, SCENE I. London. The Parliament House. He slily stole away, and left his men:
Whereat the great lord of Northunberland, Drums. Some Soldiers of York's party break Whose warlike ears could never brook retreat,
in. Then, enter the Duke of York, Edward, Cheer'd up the drooping army; and himself, Richard, Norfolk, Montague, Warwick, and Lord Clifford, and Lord Stafford, all abreast, others, with white Roses, in their flats. Charg'd our main battle's front, and breaking in,
Were by the swords of common soldiers slain. War. I wonder, how the king escap'd our Edw. Lord Stafford's father, duke of Buckingbands
Is either slain, or wounded dangerous :
My gracious lord, here in the parliament I cleft his beaver with a downright blow; Let us assail the family of York. That this is true, father, behold his blood. North. Well hast thou spoken, cousin; be it so.
(Showing his bloody Sword. K. Hen. Ah, know you not, the city favours Mont. And, brother, here's the earl of Wilt
them, shire's blood, [To York, showing his. And they have troops of soldiers at their beck ? Whom I encounter'd as the battles join'd. Ere. But when the duke is slain, they'll Rich. Speak thou for me, and tell them what quickly fly. I did.
K. Hen. Far be the thought of this from Hen. [Throwing down the Duke of Somerset's Head. ry's heart, York. Richard hath best deserv'd of all my To make a shambles of the parliament-house !
Cousin of Exeter, frowns, words, and threats, What is your grace dead, my lord of Somerset ? Shall be the war that Henry means to use Norf. Such hope have all the line of John of
(They advance to the Duke. Gaunt!
Thou factious duke of York, descend my throne, Rich. Thus do I hope to shake King Henry's And kneel for grace and mercy at my feet: head.
I am thy sovereign. War. And so do I.–Victorious prince of York, York.
Thou art deceiv'd, I am thino. Before I see thee seated in that throne
Ere. For shame, come lown; he made theo Which now the house of Lancaster usurps,
duke of York I vow by heaven, these eyes shall never close. York. 'Twas my inheritance, as the earldom This is the palace of the fearful king,
was. And this the regal seat; possess it, York: Ere. Thy father was a traitor to the crown. For this is thine, and not King Henry's heirs. War. Exeter, thou art a traitor to the crown, York. Assist me then, sweet Warwick, and I'In following this usurping Henry, wül;
Clif. Whom should he follow, but his natural For hither we have broken in by force.
king ? Norf. We'll all assist you ; he, that flies, shall War. True, Clifford; and that's Richard, duke die.
of York. York. Thanks, gentle Norfolk.-Stay by me, K. Hen. And shall I stand, and thou sit in my my lords
throne ? And, soldiers, stay, and lodge by me this night. York. It must, and shall be so. Content thyself. War. And, when the king comes, offer him no War. Be duke of Lancaster, let him be king. violence,
West. He is both king and duke of Lancaster : Unless he seek to thrust you out by force. And that the lord of Westmoreland shall main
tain. York. The queen this day here holds her par. War. And Warwick shall disprove it. You liament,
forget, But little thinks we shall be of her council: That we are those, which chas'd you from the By words, or blows, here let us win our right. field, Rich. Arm'd as we are, let's stay within this And slew your fathers, and with colours spread house.
March'd through the city to the palace gates. War. The bloody parliament shall this be North. Yes, Warwick, I remember it to my call's,
grief; Unless Plantagenet, duke of York, he king.; And, by his soul, thou and thy house shall rue it. And bashful Henry depos'd, whose cowardice West. Plantagenet, of thee, and these thy sons, Hath made us hy-words to our enemies. Thy kinsmen, and thy friends, I'll have more York. Then leave me not, my lords; be re
'Than drops of blood were in my father's veins. I mean to take possession of my right.
Clif. Urge it no more; lest that, instead of War. Neither the king, nor he that loves him words, best,
I send thee, Warwick, such a messenger, The proudest he that holds np Lancaster, As shall revenge his death before I stir. Dares stir a wing, if Warwick shake his hells. War. Poor Clifford ! how I scorn his worthless I'll plant Plantagenet, root him up who dares :
threats! Resolve thee Richard, claim the English crown. York. Will you, we show our title to the (Warwick leads York to the Throne, who crown ? seats himself.
If not, our swords shall plead it in the field.
K. Hen. What title hast thou, traitor, to the Flourish. Enter King Henry, Clifford, North
Westmoreland, Exeter, and Thy father was, as thon art, duke of York; others, with red Roses in their Hats.
Thy grandfather, Roger Mortimer, earl of K. Hen. My lords, look where the sturdy rebel
March : sits,
I am the son of Henry the Fifth, Even in the chair of state ! belike, he means Who made the Dauphin and the French to stoop, (Back'd by the power of Warwick, that false And seiz'd upon their towns and provinces. peer)
War. Talk not of France, sith thou hast lost it To aspire unto the crown, and reign as king.- all. Earl of Northumberland, he slew thy father ; K. Hen. The lord protector lost it, and not I; And thine, Lord Clifford ; and you both have When I was crown'd, I was but nine months old. vow'd revenge
Rich. You are old enough now, and yet, ine On him, his sons, his favourites, and his friends. thinks you lose :
North. If I be not, heavens, he reveng'd on me! Father, tear the crown from the usurper's head. Clif. The hope thereof makes Clifford mourn Edw. Sweet father, do so; set it on your head. in steel.
Mont. Good brother [To York,) as thou lov'st West. What, shall we suffer this ? let's pluck and honour'st arms, him down ;
Let's fight it out, and not stand cavilling thus. My heart for anger burns, I cannot brook it. Rich. Sound drums and trumpets, and the K. Hen. Be patient, gentle earl of West king will fly moreland.
York. Sons, peace! Clif. Patience is for poltroons, and such as he; K. Hen. Peace thoul and give king Henry He durst not sit there had your father liv'd.
leave to speak
War. Plantagenet shall speak first :-hear him, Clif. Come, cousin, let us tell the queen these
lords ; And be you silent and attentive too,
West. Farewell, faint-hearted and degenerate For he, that interrupts him, shall not live.
king, K. Hen. Think'st thou, that I will leave my In whose cold blood no spark of honour bides. kingly throne,
North. Be thou a prey unto he house of York, Wherein my grandsire, and my father, sat? And die in bands of this unmanly deed ! No: first shall war unpeople this my realm: Clif. In dreadful war inay'st thou be overAy, and their colours-often borne in France;
come ! And now in England, to our heart's great sor. Or live in peace, abandon'd and despis'd!
(Ereunt North. Clit. and West. Shall be my winding-sheet.-Why faint you, War. Turn this way, Henry, and regard then lords 1
not. My title's good, and better far than his.
Exe. They seek revenge, and therefore will not War. Bui prove it, Henry, and thou shalt be yield. king:
K. Hen. Ah, Exeter! K. Hen "Henry the Fourth by conquest got the Wur. Why should you sigh, my lord ?
K. Hen. Not for myself, Lord Warwick, but York. 'Twas by rebellion against his king.
my son, K. Hen. I know not what to say : my title's Whom I unnaturally shall disinherit, weak.
But, be it as it may :- here entail Tell me, may not a king adopt an heir ?, The crown to thee, and to thine heirs for ever ; York. 'What then ?
Conditionally, that here thou lake an oath, K. Hen. And if he may, then am I lawful king: To cease this civil war, and, whilst I live, For Richard, in the view of many lords, To honour me as thy king and sovereign ; Resign'd the crown to Henry the Fourth ; And neither by treason, nor hostility, Whose heir my father was, and I am his. To seek to pui me down, and reign thy sell York. He rose against bim, being his sovereign, York. This oath I willingly take, and will perAnd made him to resign his crown perforce.
form. Coming from the Throne. War. Suppose, my lords, he did it uncon War. Long live king Henry !--Plantagenet, strain'd,
embrace him. Think you, 'twere prejudicial to his crown? K. Hen. And long live thou, and these thy forEre. No; for he could not so resign his crown,
ward sons! But that the next heir should succeed and reign. York. Now York and Lancaster are reconcil'd. K. Hen. Art thou against us, duke of Exeter ? Exe. Accurs'd be he that seeks to make them Ere. His is the righi, and therefore pardon me. foes! (Senet. The Lords come forward. York. Why whisper you, my lords, and answer York. Farewell, my gracious lord ; I'll to my not?
castle. Ere. My conscience tells me he is lawful king. War. And I'll keep London with my soldiers. 1. Hen. All will revolt from me, and turn to Norf. And I to Norfolk, with my followers. him.
Mont. And I unto the sea, from whence I came. North. Plantagenet, for all the claim thou [Excunt York, and his Sons, War. Nor!. Jay'st,
Mont. Soldiers, and Attendants. Think not that Henry shall be so depos'd. K. Hen. And I, with grief and sorrow, to the War. Depos'd he shall be, in despite of all. North. Thou art deceiv'd i'lis not thy southern Enter Ancen Margaret and the Prince of Wales. power,
Ere. Here comes the queen, whose looks beOr Essex, Norfolk, Suffolk, nor of Kent,
wray her anger : Which makes thee thus presumptuous and I'll steal away. proud,
K. Hen. Exeter, so will I. [Going. Can set the duke up, in despite of me.
Q. Mar. Nay, go not from me, I will follow Clif. King Henry, be thy title right or wrong, thee. Lord Clifford vows to fight in thy defence : K. Hen. Be patient, gentle queen, and I will May that ground gape, and swallow me alive, stay, Where I shall kneel to him that slew my fa Q. Mar. Who can be patient in such extremes? ther!
Ah, wretched man! 'would I had died a maid, K. Hen. O Clifford, how thy words revive my And never seen thee, never borne thee son, heart !
Seeing thou hast prov'd so unnatural a father! York. Henry of Lancaster, resign thy crown :- Hath he deserv'd to lose his birthright thus ? What mutter you, or what conspire you, lords? Hadst thou but lov'd him half so well as I ; War. Do right unto this princely duke of York; Or felt that pain which I did for him once ; Or I will fill the house with armed men, Or nourish'd him, as I did with my blood; And o'er the chair of state, where now he sits, Thou would'st have left thy dearest heari-blood Write up his title with usurping blood.
there, [He stamps, and the Soldiers show themselves. Rather than have made that savage duke thine K. Hen. My lord of Warwick, hear me but
heir, one word ;
And lisinherited thine only son. Let me for this my lifetime, reign as king. Prince. Father, you cannot disinherit me; York. Confirm the crown to me, and to mine If you be king, why should not I succeed ? heirs,
K. Hen. Pardon me, Margaret ;--pardon me, And thou shalt reign in quiet while thou liv'st. sweet son ;K. Hen. I am content : Richard Plantagenet, The earl of Warwick, and the duke, enforc'd me, Enjoy the kingdom after my decease.
Q. Mar. Enforc'd thee! art thou king, and Clif. What wrong is this unto the prince your will be forc'd ?
I shame to hear thee speak. Ah, timorous wretch! War. What good is this to England and him- Thon hast undone thyself, thy son, and me, self?
And given unto the house of York such head, West. Base, fearful, and despairing Henry! As thou shalt reign but by their sufferance. Clif. How hast thou injur'd both thyself and To entail him and his heirs unto the crown, us ?
What is it, but to make thy sepulchre, West. I cannot stay to hear these articles. And creep into it far before thy lime 1 North. Nor L.
Warwick is chancellor, and the lord of Calais ;