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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 by force.
[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 callid,
York. Then leave me not, my lords; be resołyle,
War. Neither the king, nor he that loves him best,
[WARWICK leads YORK to the Throne, who seals him
self. 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,
North. If I be not, heavens be reveng'd on me!
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, such as he:
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,
[They advance to the Duke.
I am thine. Exe. For shame! come down: he made thee duke of York. York. 'T 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 :
Clif. Whom should he follow, but his natural king?
West. He is both king and duke of Lancaster;
War. And Warwiek shall disprove it. You forget,
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,
Clif. Urge it no more; lest that instead of words
War. Poor Clifford! how I scorn his worthless threats.
York. Will you, we show our title to the crown?
K. Hen. What title hast thou, traitor, to the crown?
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, methinks, you lose. Father, tear the crown from the usurper's head.
Edw. Sweet father, do so: set it on your head.
Rich. Sound drums and trumpets, and the king will fly.
War. Plantagenet shall speak first: hear bim, lords ;
K. Hen. Think’st thou, that I will leave my kingly throne,
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. I know not what to say: my title 's weak.
York. What then?
K. Hen.' An if he may, then am I lawful king;
York. He rose against him, being his sovereign,
War. Suppose, my lords, he did it unconstrain'd, Think you, 't were prejudicial to his crown?
Exe. No; for he could not so resign his crown,
K. Hen. Art thou against us, duke of Exeter?
North. Plantagenet, for all the claim thou lay'st,
War. Depos'd he shall be in despite of all.
North. Thou art deceiv'd: 't is not thy southern power,
Clif. King Henry, be thy title right or wrong,
K. Hen. O Clifford, how thy words revive my heart!
York. Henry of Lancaster, resign thy crown. What mutter you, or what conspire you, lords?
War. Do right unto this princely duke of York,
[He stamps, and the Soldiers show themselves. K. Hen. My lord of Warwick, hear but one word. Let me for this my life-time reign as king.
York. Confirm the crown to me, and to mine heirs, And thou shalt reign in quiet while thou liv'st.
K. Hen. I am content: Richard Plantagenet,
Clif. What wrong is this unto the prince your son?
West. Farewell, faint-hearted and degenerate king,
North. Be thou a prey unto the house of York, And die in bands for this unmanly deed!
Clif. In dreadful war may'st thou be overcome, Or live in peace, abandon'd, and despis'd ! [Exeunt NORTHUMBERLAND,
Why should you sigh, my lord?