ACT V.

SCENE 1.–Near Saint Alban's.

May pass into the presence of a king, The King's Camp on one side. On the other, enter Lo, I present your grace a traitor's head,

YORK attended, with Drum and Colors: his For- The head of Cade, whom I in combat slew. ces at some distance.

K. Hen. The head of Cade?-Great God, how

just art thou !York. From Ireland thus comes York, to claim o, let me view his visage being dead, his right,

That living wrought me such exceeding trouble. And pluck the crown from feeble Henry's head: Ring, bells, aloud; burn, bonfires, clear and bright, Tell me, my friend, art thou the man that slew To entertain great England's lawful king.

Iden. I was, an't like your majesty. Ah, sancta majestas! who would not buy thee dear?

K. Hen. How art thou call’d? and what is thy Let them obey, that know not how to rule!

degree? This hand was made to handle nought but gold: Iden. Alexander Iden, that's my name; I cannot give due action to my words,

A poor esquire of Kent, that loves his king. Except a sword, or sceptre, balance it.

Buck. So please it you, my lord, 'twere not A sceptre shall it have, have I a soul;

amiss On which I'll toss the flower-de-luce of France.

He were created knight for his good service. Enter BUCKINGHAM.

K. Hen. Iden, kneel down; (He kneels.] Rise Whom have we here? Buckingham, to disturb me. up a knight. The king hath sent him, sure; I must dissemble. We give thee for reward a thousand marks; Buck. York, if thou meanest well, I greet thee And will, that thou henceforth attend on us. well.

Iden. May Iden live to merit such a bounty, York. Humphrey of Buckingham, I accept thy And never live but truc unto his liege! greeting.

K. Hen. See, Buckingham! Somerset comes with Art thou a messenger, or come of pleasure ?

the queen; Buck. A messenger from Henry, our dread liege, Go, bid her hide him quickly from the duke. To know the reason of these arms in peace;

Enter QUEEN MARGARET and SOMERSET. Or why, thou-being a subject as I am

Q. Mar. For thousand Yorks he shall not hide Against thy oath and true allegiance sworn,

his head, Shouldst raise so great a power without his leave, But boldly stand, and front him to his face. Or dare to bring thy force so near the court.

York. How now! Is Somerset at liberty? York. Scarce can I speak, my choler is

Then, York, unloose thy long-imprison'd thoughts, so great,

And let thy tongue be equal with thy heart. 0, I could hew up rocks, and tight with

Shall I endure the sight of Somerset ? flint,

False king! why hast thou broken faith with me, I am so angry at these abject terms;

Knowing how hardly I can brook abuse?
And now, like Ajax Telainonius,

King did I call thee? no, thou art not king;
On sheep or oxen could I spend my fury! Aside. Not fit to govern and rule multitudes,
I am far better born than is the king;

Which dar’st not, no, nor canst not rule a traitor. More like a king, more kingly in my

That head of thine doth not become a crown; thoughts:

Thy hand is made to grasp a palmer's staff, But I must make fair weather yet a while,

And not to grace an awful princely sceptre. Till Henry be more weak, and I moré

That gold must round engirt these brows of mine; strong.

Whose smile and frown, like to Achilles' spear, O Buckingham, I pr’ythee, pardon me,

Is able with the change to kill and cure.
That I have given no answer all this while; Here is a hand to hold a sceptre up,
My mind was troubled with deep melancholy. And with the same to act controlling laws.
The cause why I have brought this army hither,

Give place; by heaven, thou shalt rule no more Isto remove proud Somerset from the king, O'er him, whom heaven created for thy ruler. Seditious to his grace, and to the state.

Som. O monstrous traitor !-I arrest thee, York, Buck. That is too much presumption on thy Of capital treason 'gainst the king and crown: part:

Obey, audacious traitor; kneel for grace. But if thy arms be to no other end,

York. Wouldst have me kneel? first let me ask The king hath yielded unto thy demand;

of these, The duke of Somerset is in the Tower.

If they can brook I bow a knee to man.York. Upon thine honor, is he prisoner ?

Şirrah, call in my sons to be my bail. Buck. Upon mine honor, he is prisoner.

[Exit an Attendant. York. Then Buckingham, I do dismiss my I know, ere they will have me go to ward, powers.

They'll pawn their swords for my enfranchiseSoldiers, I thank you all; disperse yourselves;

ment. Meet me to-morrow in Saint George's field,

Q. Mar. Call hither Clifford; bid him come You shall have pay, and every thing you wish.

amain, And let my sovereign, virtuous Henry,

To say, if that the bastard boys of York Command my eldest son,-nay, all my sons, Shall be the surety for their traitor father. As pledges of my fealty and love,

York. O blood-bespotted Neapolitan, I'll send them all as willing as I live;

Outcast of Naples, England's bloody scourge! Lands, goods, horse, armor, any thing I have The sons of York, thy betters in their birth, Is his to use, so Somerset may die.

Shall be their father's bail; and bane to those
Buck. York, I commend this kind submission:
We twain will go into his highness' tent.

That for my surety will refuse the boys.
Enter KING HENRy, attended.

Enter EDWARD and RICHARD PLANTAGENET, with K. Hen. Buckingham, doth York intend no harm

Forces, om one side ; at the other, with Forces

also, old CLIFFORD, and his Son. That thus he marcheth with thee arm in arm? See, where they come; I'll warrant they'll make York. In all submission and humility,

it good. York doth present himself unto your highness. Q. Mar. And here comes Clifford, to deny their K. Hen. Then what intend these forces thou dost

bail. bring?

Clif. Health and all happiness to my lord the York. To heave the traitor Somerset from hence;

king!

[Kneels. And fight against that monstrous rebel, Cade,

York. I thank thee, Clifford: Şay, w at news Who since I heard to be discomtited.

with thee? Enter IDEN, with CADE's Head.

Nay, do not fright us with an angry look: Iden. If one so rude, and of so mean condition,

• Custody, confinement.

to us,

We are thy sovereign, Clifford, kneel again; Than any thou canst conjure up to-day;
For thy mistaking so, we pardon thee.

And that I'll write upon ihy burgonet,
Clif This is my king, York, I do not mistake; Might I but know thee by thy household badge.
But ihou mistak'st me much, to think I do :-

War. Now, by my faiher's badge, old Nevil's To Bedlam with him! is the man grown mad?

crest, K. Hen. Ay, Clifford; a bedlam and ambitious The rampant bear chain'd to the ragged staff, humor

This day I'll wear aloft my burgonet, Makes himn oppose himself against his king. (As on a mountain-top the cedar shows,

Clif. He is a traitor; let him to the Tower, That keeps his leaves in spite of any storm,) And chop away that factious pate of his.

Even to allright thee with the view thereof. Q. Mar. He is arrested, but will not obey; Clif. And from thy burgonet I'll rend thy bear, His sons, he says, shall give their words for him. And tread it under foot with all contempt, York. Will you not, sons?

Despite the bear-ward that protects the bear. Edw. Ay, noble father, if our words will serve. Y. Clif. And so to arms, victorious father, Rich. And if words will not, then our weapons To quell the rebels, and their 'complices. shall.

Rich. Fie! charity, for shame! speak not in spite, Clif: Why, what a brood of traitors have we For you shall sup with Jesu Christ to-night. here!

Y. Clif. Foul stigmatic, that's more than thou York. Look in a glass, and call thy image so;

canst tell. I am thy king, and thou a false-heart traitor.- Rich. If not in heaven, you'll surely sup in hell. Call hither to the stake my two brave bears,

[Exeunt severally. That, with the very shaking of their chains, They may astonish these fell lurking curs;

SCENE II.-Saint Alban's. Bid Salisbury, and Warwick, come to me.

Alarums: Excursions. Enter WARWICK. Druis. Enter WARWICK and SALISBURY, with

War. Clifford of Cumberland, 'tis Warwick calls! Forces.

And if thou dost not hide thee from the bear, Clif. Are these thy bears ? we'll bait thy bears And dead men's cries do till the empty air.-,

Now,-when the angry trumpet sounds alarm, to death,

Clifford, I say, come forth and tight with me! And manacle the bear-wards in their chains,

Proud northern lord, Clifford of Cumberland, If thou dar'st bring them to the baiting-place. Warwick is hoarse with calling thee to arms.

Rich. Ont have seen a hot o'erweening cur
Run back and bite, because he was withheld;

Enter YORK.
Who, being sutler'd with the bear's fell paw,
Hath clapp'd his tail between his legs, and cry'd: How now, my noble lord ? what, all a-foot ?

York. The deadly-handed Clifford slew my steed; And such a piece of service will you do,

But match to match I have encounter'd him, If you oppose yourselves to match lord Warwick.

And made a prey for carrion kites and crows, Clif. Hence, heap of wrath, foul indigested lump, Even of the bonny beast he lov'd so well. As crooked in thy manners as thy shape! York. Nay, we shall heat you thoroughly anon.

Enter CLIFFORD. Clif. Take heed, lest by your heat you burn War. Of one or both of us the time is come. yourselves.

York. Hold, Warwick, seek thee out some other K. Hen. Why, Warwick, hath thy knee forgot

chase, to bow?

For I myself must hunt this deer to death. Old Salisbury,-shame to thy silver hair,

War. Then, nobly, York; 'tis for a crown thou Thou mad misleader of thy brain-sick son!

fight'st.What, wilt thou on thy death-bed play the ruffian, As I intend, Clifford, to thrive to-day, And seek for sorrow with thy spectacles?

It grieves my soul to leave thee unassail'd. O, where is faith? 0, where is loyalty?

[Exit WARWICK. If it be banish'd from the frosty head.

Clif. What seest thou in me, York? why dost Where shall it find a harbor in the earth ?

thou pause? Wilt thou go dig a grave to find out war,

York. With ihy brave bearing should I be in love, And shame thine honorable age with blood ? But that thou art so fast mine enemy. Why art thou old, and want'st experience ?

Clif. Nor should thy prowess want praise and Or wherefore dost abuse it, if thou hast it?

esteem, For shame! in duty bend thy knee to me,

But that 'tis shown ignobly and in treason. That bows unto the grave with michle age.

York. So let it help me now against thy sword, Sal. My lord, I have consider'd with myself As I in justice and true right express it! The title of this most renowned duke;

Clif. My soul and body on the action both!And in my conscience do repute his grace

York. A dreadful lay!_address thee instantly. The rightful heir to England's royal seat.

[They fight, and Clifford fails. K. Hen. Hast thou not sworn allegiance unto Clif. La fin couronne les autres. (Dies.

York. Thus war hath given thee peace, for thou Sal. I have.

art still. K. Hen. Canst thou dispense with heaven for Peace with his soul, Heaven, if it be thy will! such an oath?

[Exit. Sal. It is great sin, to swear unto a sin; But greater sin, to keep a sinful oath.

Enter Young CLIFFORD. Who can be bound by any solemn vow

Y. Clif. Shame and confusion! all is on the rout! To do a murderous deed, to rob a man,

Fear frames disorder, and disorder wounds To force a spotless virgin's chastity,

Where it should guard. O war, thou son of hell! To reave the orphan of his patrimony,

Whom angry heavens do make their minister, To wring the widow from her custom'd right; Throw in the frozen bosoms of our part And have no other reason for this wrong,

Hot coals of vengeance;-Let no soldier fly: But that he was bound by a solemn oath ?

He that is truly dedicate to war,

Hath no self-love; nor he that loves himself, Hen. Call Buckingham, and bid him arm Hath not essentially, but by circumstance, himself.

The name of valor.--0, let the vile world end, York. Call Buckingham, and all the friends thou

(Seeing his dead Father. hast,

And the premised! flames of the last day I am resolv'd for death or dignity.

Knit earth and heaven together! Clif. The first I warrant thee, if dreams prove Now let the general trumpet blow his blast, true.

Particularities and petty sounds War. You were best to go to bed, and dream to cease!-Wast thou ordain'd, dear father, again,

6 Helmet. To keep thee from the tempest of the field.

1 One on whom nature has set a mark of deformity, a Clif. I am resolv'd to bear a greater storm,

stigma. * The Nevils, earls of Warwick, had a bear and ragged 8 A dreadful wager, a tremendous stake. staff for their crest.

> Bear-keeper.

Sent before their time.

me ?

To lose thy youth in peace, and to achieve

Reigns in the hearts of all our present parts. The silver livery of advised age;

Away, for your relief! and we will live And in thy reverence, and thy chair-days, thus To see their day, and them our fortune give: To die in ruflian battle?- Even at this sight, Away, my lord, away!

[ Exeunt. My heart is turn'd to stone; and, while 'tis mine, It shall be stony: York not our old men spares ;

SCENE III.-Fields near Saint Alban's. No more will I their babes: tears virgin

Alarum: Retreat. Flourish; then enter YORK, Shall be to me even as the dew to fire;

RICHARD PLANTAGENET, WARWICK, und Soldiers, And beauty, that the tyrant oft reclaims,

with Drum and Colors. Shall to my flaming wrath be oil and tlax.

York. Of Salisbury, who can report of him; Henceforth, I will not have to do with pity: That winter lion, who, in rage, forgets Meet I an infant of the house of York,

Aged contusions and all brush of time;2 Into as many gobbets will I cut it,

And, like a gallant in the brow of youth,3 As wild Medea young Absyrtus did:

Repairs him with occasion ? this happy day In cruelty will I seek out my fame.

Is not itself, nor have we won one foot, Come, thou new ruin of old Clitlord's house;

If Salisbury be lost. [Taking up the Body. Rich.

My noble father, As did Æneas old Anchises bear,

Three times to-day I holp him to his horse, So bear I thee upon my manly shoulders;

Three times bestrid him, thrice I led him off, But then Æneas bare a living load,

Persuaded him from any further act: Nothing so heavy as these woes of mine. (Exit. But still, where danger was, still there I met him; Enter RICHARD PLANTAGENET and SOVERSET, fight- and like rich hangings in a homely house, ing, and SOMERSET is killed.

So was his will in his old feeble body.

But, noble as he is, look, where he comes.
Rich. So, lie thou there;—.
For, underneath an alehouse' paltry sign,

Enter SALISBURY.
The Castle in Saint Alban's, Somerset

Sai. Now, by my sword, well hast thou fought Hath made the wizard famous in his death.

to-day ; Sword, hold thy temper: heart, be wrathiul still: By the mass, so did we all.- I thank you, Richard, Priests pray for enemies, but princes kill. [Erit. God knows, how long it is I have to live;

And it hath pleas'd him, that three times to-day Alarums: Excursions. Enter KING HENRY, QUEEN You have defended me from imminent death.MARGARET, and others, retreating.

Well, lords, we have not got that which we have of Q. Mar. Away, my lord ! you are slow; for Tis not enough our foes are this time tled,

shame, away! K. Hen. Can we outrun the heavens? good Mar. York. I know, our safety is to follow them; garet, stay.

For, as I hear, the king is tied to London, Q. Mar. What are you made of? you'll not fight, To call a present court of parliament. nor fiy:

Let us pursue him, ere the writs go forth : Now is it manhood, wisdom, and defence,

What says lord Warwick ? shall we after them! To give the enemy way: and to secure us

Wur. Åtter them! nay, before them, if we can. By what we can, which can no more but fly. Now by my faith, lords, 'twas a glorious day:

[ Alarum afar oft. Saint Alban's battle, won by famous York, If you be ta’en, we then should see the bottom Shall be eterniz'd in all age to come. Orall our fortunes: but if we haply 'scape, Sound, drums and trumpets :-and to London (As well we may, if not through your neglect,)

all: We shall to London get; where you are lov’d; And more such days as these to us befall ! And where this breach, now in our fortunes made,

[Exeunt. May readily be stopp'd.

1 For parties.

.i. e. The gradual detrition of time. Enter Young CLIFFORD.

i. e. The height of youth; the brow of a bill is its sum

mit. Y. Clif. But that my heart's on future mischief set, • i. e. We have not secured that which we have acquired. I would speak blasphemy ere bid you lly;

THIRD PART OF

KING HENRY VI.

PERSONS REPRESENTED.

KING HENRY THE SIXTH.

SIR JOHN MORTIMER, Uncles to the Duke of EDWARD, Prince of Wales, his Son.

Sir Hugh MORTIMER,

York. LEWIS THE ELEVENTH, King of France.

LORD RIVERS, Brother to Lady GREY. DUKE OF SOMERSET,

SIR WILLIAM STANLEY. DUKE OF EXETER,

SIR JOHN MONTGOMERY. EARL OF OXFORD,

Lords on King SIR JOHN SOMERVILLE. EARL OF NORTHUMBERLAND,

Henry's side.

Tutor to Rutland. EARL OF WESTMORELAND,

Mayor of York. LORD CLIFFORD,

Lieutenant of the Tower. RICHARD PLANTAGENET, Duke of York.

A Nobleman. EDWARD, Earl of March, afterwards

Two Keepers. King Edward the Fourth,

A Huntsman. EDMUND, Earl of Rutland,

his Sons. A Son that has killed his Father. GEORGE, afterwards Duke of Clarence,

A Father that has killed his Son.
RICHARD, afterwards Duke of Gloster,
DUKE OF NORFOLK,

QUEEN MARGARET.
MARQUIS OF MONTAGUE,

LADY GREY, afterwards Queen to Edward the EARL OF WARWICK, of the Duke of York's Fourth. EARL OF PEMBROKE,

Party.

Bona, sister to the French Queen.
LORD HASTINGS,
LORD STAFFORD,

Soldiers, and other Attendants on King Henry and HENRY, Eurl of Richmond, a Youth.

King Edward, Messengers, Watchmen, d.c. SCENE, during part of the third act, in France; during all the rest of the play, in England.

ACT 1.

SCENE I.-London. The Parliament House. Norf. Such hope have all the line of John of

Gaunt! Drums. Some Soldiers of York's party break in.

Rich. Thus do I hope to shake king Henry's Then enter the DUKE OF YORK, EDWARD, Rich

head. ARD, NORFOLK, MONTAGUE, WARWICK, and others,

War. And so do I.–Victorious prince of York, with white Roses in their Hats.

Before I see thee seated in that throne War. I wonder how the king escaped our hands. Which now the house of Lancaster usurps, York. While we pursued the horsemen of the I vow by heaven, these eyes shall never close. north,

This is the palace of the fearful king, He slily stole away, and left his men:

And this the regal seat: possess it, York: Whereat the great lord of Northumberland, For this is thine, and not king Henry's heirs'. Whose warlike ears could never brook retreat, York. Assist me then, sweet Warwick, and I Cheer'd up the drooping army; and himself,

will; Lord Clifford, and lord Staflord, all a-breast, For hither we have broken in by force. Charged our main battle's front, and, breaking in, Nort: We'll all assist you; he that tlies, shall die. Were by the swords of common soldiers slain. York. Thanks, gentle Norfolk,-Stay by me, my Edw. Lord Stafford's father, duke of Bucking

lords;ham,

And, soldiers, stay, and lodge by me this night. Is either slain, or wounded dangerous:

War. And, when the king comes, ofler him no I cleit his beaver with a downright blow;

violence, That this is true, father, behold his blood.

Unless he seek to thrust you out by force [Showing his bloody Sword.

They retire. Mont. And, brother, here's the earl of Wilt- York. The queen, this day, here holds her parshire's blood, [To YORK, showing his.

liament, Whom I encounter'd as the battles join'd.

But little thinks we shall be of her council: Rich. Speak thou for me, and tell them what I did. By words, or blows, here let us win our right. [Throwing down the DUKE OF SOMERSET'S Heud. Rich. Arm'das we are, let's stay within this bouse.

York. Richard hath best deserv'd of all my sons.-- Wur. The bloody parliament shall this be call'd, What is your grace dead, my lord of Somerset? Unless Plantagenei, duke of York, be king:

crown.

And bashful Henry depos’d, whose cowardice I am the son of Henry the Fifth,
Hath made us by-words to our enemies.

Who made the dauphin and the French to stoop,
York. Then leave me not, my lords; be resolute; And seiz'd upon their towns and provinces.
I mean to take possession of my right.

Wur. Talk not of France, sith thou hast lost it all. Wur. Neither the king, nor he that loves him K. Hen. The lord protector lost it, and not I; best,

When I was crown'd, I was but nine months old. The proudest he that holds up Lancaster,

Rich. You are old enough now, and yet methinks Dares stir a wing, if Warwick shake his bells..

you lose :l'il plant Plantagenet, root him up who dares:- Father, tear the crown from the usurper's head, Resolve thee, Richard; claim the English crown. Edw. Sweet father, do so; set it on your head,

(WARWICK leuds YORK to the Throne, who Mont. Good brother, [To YORK.) as thou lov'st seats himself.

and honor'st arms,

Let's fight it out, and not stand cavilling thus. Flourish. Enter King HENRY, CLIFFORD, NORTH- Rich. Sound drums and trumpets, and the king UMBERLAND, WESTMORELAND, EXETER, und others,

wili lly. wilh red Roses in their Hats.

York. Sons, peace! K. Hen. My lords, look where the sturdy rebel

K. Hen. Peace thou! and give king Henry leave

to speak. sits, Even in the chair of state! belike, he means,

War. Plantagenet shall speak first :-hear him, (Bach'd by the power of Warwick, that false peer,) and be you silent and attentive too,

lords; To aspire unto the crown, and reign as king: Earl of Northumberland, he slew thy father;

For he, ihat interrupts him, shall not live.

K. Hen. Think'st thou, that I will leave my And thine, lord Clitord; and you both have vow'd

kingly throne, revenge On him, his sons, his favorites, and his friends.

Wherein my grandsire, and my father, sat? North. If I be not, heaven be revenged on me!

No: tirst shall war un people this my realm; Clif. The hope thereof makes Clifford mourn in Ay, and their colors,-otten borne in France; steel.

And now in England, to our heart's great sorrow,West. What, shall we suffer this ? let's pluck him My title's good, and better far than his.

Shall be my winding sheet.-Why faint you, lords? down: My heart for anger burns, I cannot brook it.

War. But prove it, Henry, and thou shalt be king. K. Hen. Be patient, gentle earl of Westmoreland.

K. Hen. Henry the Fourth by conquest got the Clif. Patience is for poltroons, and such as he; He durst not sit there had your father liv'd.

York. 'Twas by rebellion against his king.

K. Hen. I know not what to say; my title's weak. My gracious lord, here in the parliament Let us assail the family of York.

Tell me, may not a king adopt an heir ?

York. What then?
North. Well hast thou spoken, cousin; be it so.
K. Hen. Ah, know you not, the city favors them, For Richard, in the view of many lords.

K. Hen. An if he may, then am I lawful king:
And they have troops of soldiers at their beck?
Exe. But when the duke is slain, they'll quickly Whose heir my father was, and I am his.

Resign'd the crown to Henry the Fourth; tly. K. Hen. Far be the thought of this from Henry's and made him to resign his crown perforce.

York. He rose against him, being his sovereign, heart To make a shambles of the parliament-house !

War. Suppose, my lords, he did it unconstrain'd, Cousin of Exeter, frowns, words, and threats,

Think you, 't were prejudicial to his crown?

Exe. No; for he could not so resign his crown, Shall be the war that Henry means to use:

But that the next heir should succeed and reign. [They advance to the DUKE. Thou factious duke of York, descend my throne,

K. Hen. Art thou against us, duke of Exeter ?

Exe. His is the right, and therefore pardon me. And kneel for grace and mercy at my feet; I am thy sovereign.

York. Why whisper you, my lords, and answer

not? York.

Thou art deceiv'd, I am thine. Exe. For shame, come down; he made thee duke

Ere. My conscience tells me, he is lawful king. of York.

K. Hen. All will revolt from me, and turn to

him. York. 'Twas my inheritance, as the earldom was. Ere. Thy father was a traitor to the crown.

North. Plantagenet, for all the claim thou lay'st, Wur. Exeter, thou art a traitor to the crown,

Think not, that Henry shall be so depos'd. In following this usurping Henry.

War. Depos'd he shall be, in despite of all. Clif. Whom should he follow, but his natural

North. Thou art deceiv'd: 'tis not thy southern king?

power, War. True, Clifford; and that's Richard, duke Which makes thee thus presumptuous and proud,

Of Essex, Norfolk, Suffolk, nor of Kent of York. K. Hen. And shall I stand, and thou sit in my

Can set the duke up in despite of me. throne ?

Clif: King Henry, be thy title right or wrong, York. It must and shall be so.. Content thyself. May that ground gape, and swallow me alive,

Lord Cliflord vows to fight in thy defence :
War. Be duke of Lancaster, let him be king.
West. He is both king and duke of Lancaster;

Where I shall kneel to him that slew my father! And that the lord of Westmoreland shall maintain.

K. Hen. ( Clitlord, how thy words revive my

heart! War. And Warwick shall disprove it. You forget, That we are those, which chas'd you from the field, What mutter you, or what conspire you, lords?

York. Henry of Lancaster, resign thy crown: And slew your fathers, and with colors spread March'd through the city to the palace gates.

War. Do right into this princely duke of York: North. Yes, Warwick, I remember it to my grief; | And o'er the chair of state where now he sits,

Or I will till the house with armed men,
And, by his soul, thou and thy house shall rue it.
West. Plantagenet, otthee, and these thy sons,

Write up his title with usurping blood.
Thy kinsmen and thy friends, l'll have more lives

[He stamps, and the Soldiers show themselves. Than drops of blood were in my father's veins.

K. Hen. My lord of Warwick, hear me but one

word; Clif. Urge it no more; lest that, instead of words, I send thee, Warwick, such a messenger,

Let me, for this my life-time, reign as king. As shall revenge his death, before I stir.

York. Contirm ihe crown to me, and to mine

heirs, War. Poor Clitlord! how I scorn his worthless threats!

And thou shalt reign in quiet while thou liv'st. York. Will you, we show our title to the crown?

K. Hen. I am content: Richard Plantagenet, If not, our swords shall plead it in the field.

Enjoy the kingdom after my decease. K. Hen. What title hast thou, traitor, to the

Člif: What wrong is this unto the prince your

son? crown? Thy father was, as thou art, duke of York;

War. What good is this to England and himscli? Thy grandfather, Roger Mortimer, earl of March;

West, Base, fearful, and despairing Henry !

Clif. How hast thou injur'd both thyself and us? 1 llawks had sometimes little bells hung on them, per- West. I cannot stay to hear these articles. haps to dare the birds; that is, to fright them from rising. North. Nor I.