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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 Nily stole away, and left his Men: Whereat the great Lord of Northumberland,
Whose warlike Ears could never brook Re-
Cheard up the drooping Army, and himself, (trear,
Lord Clifford and Lord Stafford all a-bredt,
Chargʻd our main Battel's Front; and breaking in,
Were by the Swords of common Soldiers sain.
Edw. Lord Stafford's Father, Duke of Buckingham,
Is either gain or wounded dangerous.
I cleft his Beaver with a down-right blow:
That this is true, Father, behold his Blood.
Mount. And, Brother, here's the Earl of Wilt fire's Blood, Whom I encountred as the Battels 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 shake King Henry's Head.
War. And so do I, victorious Prince of York.
Before I see thee seated in the Throne,
Which now the House of Lancaster ufurps,
I vow by Heav'n, these Eyes shall never close.
This is the Palace of the fearful King,
And this the Regal Seat ; poffefs it Tork,
For this is thine, and not King Henry's Heirs.
Tork. Allist 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.
Tork. 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 Thall this be callid,
Unless Plantagenet, Duke of York, be King,
Ard bashful Henry deposid, whose Cowardise
Hath made us by-words to our Enemies.
York. Then leave me not, my Lords, be resolute,
I mean to take poffeffion 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 shake 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 not, Heav'ns be reveng'd on me.
Clif. The hope thereof makes Clifford mourn in Steel.
Weft. What, shall 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 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 halt thou spoken, Cousin be it so.
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 Nain, 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 Threats, 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.
York. Henry I am thine.
Exe. For shame come down, he made thee Duke of York.
Tork. 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 thall I ftand, and thou fit in my Throne ?
York. It must and shall be fo, content thy felf.
War. Be Duke of Lancaster, let him be Kirg.
Weft. He is both King and Duke of Lancaster,
And that the Lord of Westmorland fail 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.
Norih. Yes, Warwick, I remember it to my grief.
And by his Soul, thou and thy House shall rue it,
Weft. Plantagenet, of thee and these thy Sons,
Thy Kinímen, and thy Friends, I'll have more lives
Thin drops of Blood were in my Father's Veins,
Clif. Urge it no more, Jest that instead of words
I send thee, Warwick, such a Messenger,
As shall revenge his Death, before I ftir.
War. Poor Clifford! how I scorn his worthless Threats.
York. Will you, we shew our Title to the Crowns
If not, our Swords shall plead it in the Field.
K. Henry. What Title hast thou, Traitor, to the Crowns
Thy Father was, as thou art, Duke of York,
Thy Grandfather Roger Mortimer, Earl of March.
I am the Son of Henry the Fifth,
Who made thie Dauphin and the French to stoop,
And seiz'd upon their Town's and Provinces.
War. Talk not of France, Gth thou hast loft it all.
K. Henry. The Lord Prote&or lost it, and not I;
Wh:n I was Crown'd I was but nine Months old.
Rich. You are old enough now,
And yet methinks you lose:
Fither, tear the Crown from the Usurper's Head.
Edw. Sweet Father do so, set it on your Head.
Mount. Good Brother,
As thou lov'st and honourest Arms,
Let's fight it out, and not stand cavelling thus.
Rich. Sound Drums and Trumpet', and the King will fly.
York. Sons, Peace.
K. Henry. Peace thou, and give King Henry leave to speak.
War. Plantagenet shall speak first: Here him Lords,
And be you silent and attentive too,
For he that interrupts him, shall not live.
K. Henry. Think'st thou that I will leave my Kingly Throne,
Where in my Grand Gre and my Father fat?
No ; first thall War unpeople this my Realm;
Ay, and their Colours ofien born in France,
And now in England, to our Hearts great Sorrow,
Shall be my Winding-sheet : Why faine you,
My Title's good, and better far than his.
War. But prove it, Henry, and thou shalt be King.
K. Henry. Henry the Fourth by Conquest got the Crown.
York. 'Twas by Rebellion against his King.
K. Henry. I know not what to say, my Tiile's weak:
Tell me, may not a King adopt an Heirs
York. What then?
K. 'Henry. And if he may, then am I lawful King:
For Richard, in the view of many Lords,
Resign'd the Crown to Henry thé Fourth,
Whole Heir my Father was, and I am his.
Tork. He rose against him, being his Soveraign,
And made him to resign his Crown perforce.
War. Suppose, my Lords, he did it unconstrain'd, Think you 'cwere prejudicial to his Crown?
Exe. No; for he could not so resign bis Crown,
But that the next Heir should succeed and reign.
K. Henry. Art thou against us, Duke of Exeter?
Exe. His is the right, and therefore pardon me.
York. Why whisper you, my Lords, and answer not?
Exe. My Conscience tells me, he is lawful King.
K. Henry. All will revolt from me, and turn to him,
North. Plantagenet, for all the claim thou lay ft,
Think not, that Henry shall be deposid.
War. Depos'd he shall be, in despite of all.
North. Thou art deceiv'd :
'Tis not thy Southern Power
Of Essex, Norfolk, Suffolk, nor of Kent,
Which makes thee thus presumptuous and proud,
Can set the Duke up in despight of me.
Clif. King Henry, be thy Title right or wrong,
Lord Clifford vows to fight in thy defence;
May that ground gape, and swallow me alive,
Where I shall kneel to him that flew my Father.
K. Henry. Oh Clifford, how thy words revive my Heart,
York. Henry of Lancaster, resign thy Crown:
What mutter you, or what conspire you, Lords?
War. Dy right unto this Princely. Duke of York, Or I will fill the House with armed Men, And o'er the Chair of State, where now he fits, Write up his Title with usarping Blood. [He stamps with his foot, and the Soldiers Niew themselves.