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Printed in the YEAR 1709.
Kwesome to the King, and Prince of Wales.
Duke of Somerset,
Earl of Northumberland,
Earl of Oxford,
Lords of King Henry's fide.
Earl of Exeter,
Earl of Westmorland,
Earl of Richmond, a Youth, afterwards King Henry VII.
Richard, Duke of York.
Edward, Eldest son to the Duke of York, afterwards King Edward IV,
Gcorge, Duke of Clarenec, second Son to the Duke of York.
Richard, Duke of Gloucefter, third Son 'so she Duke of York, afterwards
King Ricbard III.
Edmund, Earl of Ruiland, youngest son to the Duke of York.
Duke of Norfolk,
Marquiss of Montague,
Earl of Warwick
Earl of Salisbury
of the Duke of York's Party.
Earl of Pembroke,
Sir John Mortimer,
Unkles to the Duke of York.
Sir Hugh Mortimer,
Sir William Stanley, afterwards Earl of Derby.
Lord Rivers, Brother to the Lady Gray.
Sir John Monagomery.
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.
Bona, sister to the French King.
Lady Gray, Widow of Sir Richard Gray, afterwards Queen to Ed.
Soldiers and other Attendants on King Henry, and King Edward.
In Part of the Third At
AEE the SCENE.is laid in France, during all the rest of the Play in England.
Alarum. Enter Duke of York, Edward, Richard,
Norfolk, Mountague, Warwick, and Soldiers.
Wonder how the King escap'd our Hands?
York. While we pursu'd the Horsemen of
the North, He slily stole away, and left his Men: Whereat the great Lord of Northumberland,
Whose warlike Ears could never brook ReChear'd up the drooping Army, and himself, (treat, | 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 slain.
Edw. Lord Stafford's Father, Duke of Buckingham,
Is either pain or wounded dangerous.
I cleft his Beaver with a downe 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 Batcels join’d.
Rich. Speak thou for me, and tell them what I did. VOL. IV.
York. Richard hath best deserv'd of all my Sons :
But is your Grace dead, my Lord of Somerset?
Norf. Such hope have all the Line of John of Gaunt.
Rich. Thus do I hope to fhake King Henry's Head.
War. And so do I, vi&torious Prince of York.
Before I see thee feated in the Throne,
Which now the House of Lancaster usurps,
I vow by Heav'n, these Eyes shall never close.
This is the Palace of the fearful King,
And this the Regal Seat ; poffess it York,
For this is thine, and not King Henry's Heirs.
York. Alift 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. [They go up.
War. And when the King comes, offer him no violence, Unless he seek to thrust you out by force.
York. The Queen this day here holds her Parliament,
But little thinks we shall be of her Counsel;
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,
Unless Plantagenet, Duke of York, be King,
Ard balhful Henry depos’d, whose Cowardise
Hath made us by-words to our Enemies.
York. I hen leave me not, my Lords, be resolute,
I mean to take possession of my Right.
War. Neither the King, nor he that loves him best, The proudest He that holds up Lancaster. Dares ftir a Wing, if Warwick Thake his Bells. I'll plant Plantagenet, root him up who dare: Resolve thee Richard, claim the English Crown. Enter King Henry, Clifford, Northumberland, Westmor
land, 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 false Peer, To aspire unto the Crown, and Reign as King: Earl of Northumberland, he flew thy Father,
And thine, Lord Clifford, and you have both vou'd revenge
On him, his Sons, his favourites, and his friends.
North. If I be nor, Heav'ns be reveng'd on me.
. The hope thereof makes Clifford mourn in Steel. Welt
. What, Mall we suffer this? Let's pluck him down.
My Heart for anger burns, I cannot brook ir.
K. Henry. Be patient, gentle Earl of Westmorland.
Clif. Patience is for Poltroons, and such is he :
He durst not fit there had your Fatlier liv'd.
My gracious Lord, here in the Parliament
Let us affiil the Family of York:
North. Well hast thou spoken, Coufin be it fo.
K. Henry. Ah, know you not the City favours them,
Ard they have Troops of Soldiers at their beck?
Weft. But when the Duke is slain, they'll quickly fly.
K. 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 Threars,
Shall be the War that Henry means to use.
Thou fa&ious Duke of York, descend my Throne,
And kneel for Grace and Mercy at my Feet,
I am thy Soveraign.
Tork. Henry I am thine.
Exe. For shame come down, he made thee Duke of
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 usurping Henry.
Clif, Whom should he follow, but his natural King?
War. True, Clifford, and that's Richard Duke of York.
K. Henry. And shall I ftand, and thou sit in my Throne?
York. It must and shall be fo, content thy self.
War. Be Duke of Lancaster, let him be King.
Wet. He is both King and Duke of Lancaster,
And that the Lord of Westmorland Thall maintain.'
War. And Warwick shall disprove it. You forget,
That we are those which chas'd you from the Field, ,
And flew your Fathers, and with Colours spread
March'd threw the City to the Palace Gates.