KING Henry VI.

Edward, Son to the King, and Prince of Wales.

Duke of Somerset,

Earl of Northumberland,

Earl of Oxford,

Earl of Exeter,

Earl of Weftmorland,

Lord Clifford,

Lords of King Henry's fide.

Earl of Richmond, a Youth, afterwards King Henry VII.
Richard, Duke of York.

Edward, Eideft Son to the Duke of York, afterwards King Edward IV.

George, Duke of Clarence, fecond Son to the Duke of York.

Richard, Duke of Gloucefter, third Son to the Duke of York, afterwards King Richard III.

Edmund, Earl of Rutland, youngeft Son to the Duke of York. Duke of Norfolk,

Marquifs of Montague,

Earl of Warwick,

Earl of Salisbury,

Earl of Pembroke,

Lord Haftings,

Of the Duke of York's Party.

Lord Stafford,

Sir John Mortimer,

Sir Hugh Mortimer,

Uncles to the Duke of York.

Sir William Stanley, afterwards Earl of Derby.

Lord Rivers, Brother to the Lady Gray.

Sir John Montgomery.

Lieutenant of the Tower.

Mayor of Coventry.

Mayor and Aldermen of York.

Somerville.

Humphry and Sinklo, two Huntsmen.

Lewis, King of France.

Bourbon, Admiral of France.

Queen Margaret.

Bona, Sifter to the French King.

Lady Gray, Widow of Sir John Grey, afterwards Queen to Edward IV.

Soldiers and other Attendants on King Henry, and King

Edward.

In Part of the Third At, the SCENE is laid in France; during all the rest of the Play, in England.

The

The THIRD PART of

King HENRY VI

ACTI. SCENE I.

LONDON.

Alarum. Enter Duke of York, Edward, Richard, Norfolk, Montague, Warwick, and Soldiers.

WARWICK.

Wonder, how the King efcap'd our hands! York. While we purfu'd the horsemen of the north,

He flily ftole away and left his men: Whereat the great lord of Northumberland, Whose warlike ears could never brook retreat, Chear'd up the drooping army; and himself, Lord Clifford, and lord Stafford, all a-breast, Charg'd our main battle's front; and, breaking in, Were by the fwords of common foldiers flain.

1 The third part] Firft printed under the title of the true tragedy of Richard Duke of York, and the good King Henry the fixth, or the fecond part of the Contention between York and Lancafter, 1590. Mr. Pope.

Edw.

Edw. Lord Stafford's father, Duke of Buckingham, Is either flain or wounded dang'roufly.

I cleft his beaver with a down-right blow:
That this is true, father, behold his blood.

Mont. And, brother, here's the Earl of Wiltshire's
blood;

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 Somerfet's Head.
York. Richard hath beft deferv'd of all my Sons:
Is his Grace dead, my lord of Somerset?

Norf. Such hope have all the Line of John of Gaunt!
Rich. Thus do I hope to thake King Henry's head.
War. And fo do I. Victorious Prince of York,
Before I fee thee feated in that Throne,
Which now the Houfe of Lancaster ufurps,
I vow by heav'n, these eyes fhall never close.
This is the Palace of that fearful King,
And this the regal Seat; poffefs it, York;
For this is thine, and not King Henry's heirs'.

York. Affit me then, fweet Warwick, and I will;

For hither we have broken in by force.

Norf. We'll all affift you; he, that flies, fhall die. York. Thanks, gentle Norfolk; ftay by me, my lords; And, foldiers, ftay and lodge by me this night.

[They go up. War. And when the King comes, offer him no violence;

Unless he feek to thrust you out by force.

York. The Queen this day here holds her Parliament, But little thinks, we fhall 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 bafhful Henry depos'd; whose cowardife Hath made us By-words to our enemies.

York.

York. Then leave me not; my lords, be refolute; I mean to take poffeffion of my Right.

War. Neither the King, nor he that loves him beft, The proudest he that holds up Lancaster, Dares ftir a wing, if Warwick shake his bells. I'll plant Plantagenet; root him up, who dare: Refolve thee, Richard; claim the English Crown.

Enter King Henry, Clifford, Northumberland, Weftmorland, Exeter, and others.

K.Henry. My lords, look where the sturdy Rebel fits, Even in the chair of State; belike, he means (Back'd by the Power of Warwick, that falfe Peer,) T'aspire unto the Crown, and reign as King. Earl of Northumberland, he flew thy father; And thine, Lord Clifford; and you vow'd revenge On him, his fons, his fav'rites, and his friends.

North. If I be not, heav'ns be reveng❜d on me! Clif. The hope thereof makes Clifford mourn in steel. Weft. What, fhall we suffer this? let's pluck him down;

My heart for anger burns, I cannot brook it.

K. Henry. Be patient, gentle Earl of Westmorland. Clif. Patience is for poltroons, and fuch is he: He durft not fit there, had your father liv'd. My gracious lord, here in the Parliament Let us affail the Family of York.

North. Well haft thou spoken, Coufin, be it fo. K. Henry. Ah! know you not, the City favours them, And they have troops of foldiers at their beck?

Exe. But when the Duke is flain, they'll quickly fly. K. Henry. Far be the thought of this from Henry's heart,

To make a Shambles of the Parliament-house.