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ING Henry VI.

K'Neal, Vo the King, and Prince of Wales.

Duke of Somerfet,

Earl of Northumberland,

Earl of Oxford,

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Lords of King Henry's fide,

Lord Clifford,

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 Gloucester, 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 Haltings,

Lord Stafford,

Sir John Mortimer,

of the Duke of York's Party.

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Sir Hugh Mortimer, Unkles to the Duke of York.

Sir William Stanly, 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.

Bona, Sifter to the French King.

Lady Gray, Widow of Sir Richard Gray, afterwards Queen to Ed

-ward IV.

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.

The

The Third PART of

King HENRY VI

ACT I. SCENE I

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

I

WARWICK.

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

He flily ftole away, and left his Men:
Whereat the great Lord of Northumber-
land,

Whofe warlike Ears could never brook
Retreat,

Chear'd up the drooping Army, and himself,
Lord Clifford and Lord Stafford all a-breaft,
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 cither flain or wounded dangerous.

1 cleft his Beaver with a down-right blow:
That this is true, Father, behold his Blood,

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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.
York. Richard hath best deserv'd of all my Sons:
But is his Grace dead, my Lord of Somerset ?

Norf. Such hope have all the Line of John of Gaunt.
Rich. Thus do I hope to fake 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.

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 Counsel;

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,
Ualefs Plantagenet, Duke of York, be King,
And bafhful Henry depos'd, whofe Cowardife
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 beft,
The proudest He that holds up Lancaster,
Dares ftir a Wing, if Warwick fhake his Bells.
I'll plant Plantagenet, root him up who dare:
Kefolve thee Richard, claim the English Crown.

Enter

Enter King Henry, Clifford, Northumberland, Weftmorland, 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 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 fuch 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,descend my Throne, [To the Duke. 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 ́: York.

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 fhould he follow, but his natural King?
War. True, Clifford, and that's Richard Duke of York.
K. Henry. And shall I stand, and thou fit in my Throne?

Yerk

York. It muft and fhall be fo, content thy self.
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 those which chas'd you from the Field,
And flew your Fathers, and with Colours fpread
March'd through the City to the Palace Gates.

North. Yes, Warwick, I remember it to my grief.
'And by his Soul, thou and thy House fhall rue it.
Weft. Plantaganet, of thee and thefe thy Sons,
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 Meffenger,

As fhall revenge his Death, before I ftir.

War. Poor Clifford! how I fcorn his worthless Threats. York. Will you, we fhew our Title to the Crown? If not, our Swords 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 the Son of Henry the Fifth,

Who made the Dauphin and the French to floop,
And feiz'd upon their Towns and Provinces.

War. Talk not of France, fith thou haft loft it all.
K. Henry. The Lord Protector loft it, and not I;
When I was crown'd I was but nine Months old.
Rich. You are old enough now,

And yet methinks you lofe:

Father, tear the Crown from the Ufurper's Head.
Edw. Sweet Father do fo, fet it on your Head.
Mount. Good Brother,

As thou lov'ft and honoureft Arms,

Let's fight it out, and not stand cavelling thus.

Rich. Sound Drums and Trumpets, and the King will fly.

York. Sons, Peace.

K. Henry. Peace thou, and give King Henry leave to fpeak.

War

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