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Third Part



With the Death of the.


Printed in the YEAR 1709.


ING 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 Westmorland,

Lord Clifford,

Lords of King Henry's fide.

Earl of Richmond, a Youth, afterwards King Henry VII.

Richard, Duke of York.

Edward, Eldeft 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, youngest Son to the Duke of York.

Duke of Norfolk,

Marquifs of Montague,

Earl of Warwick,
Earl of Salisbury,
Earl of Pembroke,
Lord Haftings,
Lord Stafford,

Sir John Mortimer,

Sir Hugh Mortimer,

of the Duke of York's Party.

Unkles 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.

Humphry and Sinklo, two Huntsmen.`

Lewis, King of France.

Bourbon, Admiral of France.

Queen Margaret.1

Bona, Sifter to the French King.

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

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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.


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


Wonder how the King efcap'd our Hands? York. While we purfu'd the Horfemen of the North,

He flily ftole away, and left his Men:

Whereat the great Lord of Northumberland,
Whose warlike Ears could never brook Re-

Chear'd up the drooping Army, and himself,
Lord Clifford and Lord Stafford all a-breast,
Charg'd our main Battel's Front; and breaking in,
Were by the Swords of common Soldiers flain.

Edw. Lord Stafford's Father, Duke of Buckingham,
Is either flain or wounded dangerous.

I cleft his Beaver with a down-ight blow:

That this is true, Father, behold his Blood.


Mount. And, Brother, here's the Earl of Wiltshire's Blood, Whom I encountred as the Battels join'd.

Rich. Speak thou for me, and tell them what I did. VOL. IV.

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Tork. Richard hath beft deferv'd of all my Sons:
But is your Grace dead, my Lord of Somerfet?
Norf. Such hope have all the Line of John of Gaunt.
Rich. Thus do I hope to shake King Henry's Head.
War. And fo do I, victorious Prince of York.
Before I fee thee feated in the Throne,
Which now the House of Lancaster ufurps,
I vow by Heav'n, thefe Eyes fhall never close.
This is the Palace of the fearful King,
And this the Regal Seat; poffefs it York,
For this is thine, and not King Henry's Heirs.
York. Affift me then, fweet Warwick, and I will;
For hither we have broken in by force.

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Norf. We'll all affift you; he that flies fhall die.

York. Thanks, gentle Norfolk; ftay by me my Lords,

And Soldiers 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 Counfel;

By Words or Blows here let us win our right.
Rich. Arm'd as we are, let's ftay within this Houfe.
War. The bloody Parliament fhall this be call'd,
Unless Plantagenet, Duke of York, be King,
Ard bashful Henry depos'd, whofe Cowardife
Hath made us by-words to our Enemies.

Tork. 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, Westmorland, Exeter, and others.

K. Henry. My Lords, look where the fturdy Rebel fits, Even in the Chair of State; belike he means,

Back'd by the Power of Warwick, that falfe Peer,
To afpire unto the Crown, and Reign as King.
Earl of Northumberland, he flew thy Father,


And thine, Lord Clifford, and you have both vow'd revenge On him, his Sons, his Favourites, 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 fuffer 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 such 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 fpoken, Coufin be it fo.
K. Henry. Ah, know you not the City favours them,
And they have Troops of Soldiers at their beck?

Weft. 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 Houfe.

Coufin of Exeter, Frowns, Words, and Threats,
Shall be the War that Henry means to use.
Thou factious Duke of York, defcend my Throne,
And kneel for Grace and Mercy at my Feet,

I am thy Soveraign.

York. Henry I am thine.

Exe. For fhame come down, he made thee Duke of Tork.

York. It 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,

In following this ufurping Henry.

Clif. Whom should he follow, but his natural King? War. True, Clifford, and that's Richard Duke of York. K. Henry. And fhall I ftand, and thou fit in my Throne ? Tork. It muft and fhall be fo, content thy felf. War. Be Duke of Lancaster, let him be King. Weft. He is both King and Duke of Lancaster, And that the Lord of Westmorland fhall maintain. War. And Warwick fhall difprove it. You forget, That we are thofe which chas'd you from the Field, And flew your Fathers, and with Colours spread March'd threw the City to the Palace Gates.

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