R. Plant. My Noble father, Three times to-day I holp him to his horfe, But ftill where danger was, ftill there I met him; Enter Salisbury. Sal. Now, by my fword, well haft thou fought to day; By th' mafs, fo did we all. I thank you, Richard. And it hath pleas'd him, that three times to-day York. I know our fafety is to follow them; Sound drum and trumpets, and to London all, [Exeunt With the Death of the Duke of York. DRAMATIS PERSONE. KING HENRY VI. Earl of Salisbury, Edward, fonto the King, and Earl of Pembroke, Prince of Wales. Duke of Somerset, Earl of Northum berland, Earl of Oxford, Earl of Exeter, Earl of Weftmor-ry's fide. land, Lord Clifford, Earl of Richmond, a youth, Richard, Duke of Gloucester, f the D. of York's Earl of Warwick, Sparty. Eard Haftings, Lord Lord Stafford, Sir John Morti mer, mer, of the D. of York's Sparty. Uncles to the Duke Sof York. Sir Hugh Morti- Sir John Montgomery. Humphry and Sinklo, we buntfmen. Lewis, King of France. Bona, fifter to the French In part of the third act, the SCENE is laid in France; during all the rest of the play, in England. *First printed under the title of The true tragedy of Richard Duke of Yark, and the good King Henry the Sixib; or, The fecond part of the consention between York and Loncafter, 1600, Mr. Pope. ACT ACT I. SCENE I. London. Alarum. Enter Duke of York, Edward, Richard, Norfolk, Montague, Warwick, and Soldiers. War. I Wonder how the King escap'd our hands! York. While we purfu'd the horsemen of the north, He flily ftole away, and left his men: I cleft his beaver with a downright blow. Mont. And, brother, here's the Earl of Wiltshire's 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 that throne, Which now the house of Lancaster ufurps, For hither we have broken in by force. Norf. We'll all affift you; he that flies, fhall die. Tork. Thanks, gentle Norfolk; ftay by me, my Lords; And, foldiers, stay and lodge by me this night. [They go up. War. War. And when the King comes, offer him no vioUnless he feek to thrust you out by force. [lence, York. The Queen this day here holds her parliament, But little thinks we fhall be of her council; 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; And bafhful Henry depos'd, whofe cowardice Hath made us by-words to our enemies. York. 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 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: Refolve thee, Richard; claim the English crown. Enter King Henry, Clifford, Northumberland, Weftmorland, Exeter, and others. K. Henry. My Lords, look where the furdy rebel fits, Even in the chair of state; belike he means (Back'd by the power of Warwick that falfe peer) North. If I be not, heav'ns be revenge'd on me! North. Well haft thou spoken, coufin, be it fo. K. Henry. Ah! know you not the city favours them, And they have troops of foldiers at their beck? Exe. But when the Duke is flain, they'll quickly fly. K. Henry, K. Henry. Far be the thought of this from Henry's To make a fhambles of the parliament- houfe. [heart, Coufin of Exeter, frowns, words, and threats, Shall be the war that Henry means to use. Thou factious Duke of York, defcend my throne, [To the Duks. And kneel for grace and mercy at my feet: I am thy Sovereign. York. Thou'rt deceiv'd, I'm thine. Exe. For fhame come down: he made thee Duke of York. York. 'Twas my inheritance, as the kingdom is. 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 thould he follow but his natural King? War. True, Clifford; and that's Richard Duke of York. K. Henry. And fhall I stand, and thou fit in my throne? York. It muft and fhall be fo, content thyfelf. War. Be Duke of Lancaster, let him be King. Weft. He is both King, and Duke of Lancaster; And that the Lord of Weftmorland shall 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 through the city to the palace-gates. North. No, Warwick, I remember it to my grief; And, by his foul, thou and thy houfe fhall rue it. Weft. Plantagenet, of thee, and these thy fons, Thy kinfmen and thy friends, I'll have more lives, Than drops of blood were in my father's veins. Clif. Urge it no more, left that, instead of words, I fend thee, Warwick, fuch a messenger, As fhall revenge his death before I ftir. War. Poor Clifford! bow I fcorn his worthlefs threats. York. Will you we fhew our title to the crown? If not, our fwords fhall plead it in the field. K. Henry. What title haft thou, traitor, to the crown? Thy father was, as thou art, Duke of York; Thy grandfather, Roger Mortimer, Earl of March. I am |