Edward, Son to the King, and Prince Duke of Somerset, Earl of Northumberland, Earl of Oxford, Earl of Exeter, Earl of Westmorland, Lord Clifford, ξ Lords of Wales, of King Henry's fide. 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. 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, Marquis of Montague, Earl of Warwick, Earl of Salisbury, Earl of Pembroke, Lord Hastings, Lord Stafford, Sir John Mortimer, Sir Hugh Mortimer, Sir William Stanley, 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, Sister to the French King. ward IV. Soldiers and ether Attendants on King Henry, and King Edward. In Part of the Third Act the SCENE is laid in France, during all the rest of the Play in England. The The Third PART of King HENRY VI: ACTI. SCENE I. Alarum. Enter Duke of York, Edward, Richard, Norfolk, Mountague, Warwick, and Soldiers. WARWICK. Wonder how the King escap'd our Hand's? York. While we pursu'd the Horsemen of He slily stole away, and left his Men: Chear'd up the drooping Army, and himself, Edw. Lord Stafford's Father, Duke of Buckingham, Is either flain or wounded dangerous. I cleft his Beaver with a down-right blow: Mount. And, Brother, here's the Earl of Wilt spire'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: Before I fee thee seated in the Throne, York. Affist me then, sweet Warwick, and I will; Norf. We'll all affift 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, Rich. Arm'd as we are, let's stay within this House. York. Then leave me not, my Lords, be resolute, War. Neither the King, nor he that loves him best, land, Exeter, and others. Westmor K. Henry. My Lords, look where the sturdy Rebel fits, Even in the Chair of Srate; belike he means, Back'd by the Power of Warwick, that falfe Peer, To afpire unto the Crown, and Reign as King. Earl of Northumberland, he flew thy Father, And 3 And thine, Lord Clifford, and you have both vow'd revenge Clif. The hope thereof makes Clifford mourn in Steel. My Heart for anger burns, I cannot brook it. K. Henry. Be patient, gentle Earl of Westmorland. North. Well haft thou spoken, Coufin be it so. And they have Troops of Soldiers at their beck ? Thou factious Duke of York, defcend my Throne, I am thy Soveraign. York. Henry I am thine. Exe. For shame come down, he made thee Duke of York. It was my Inheritance, asthe Earldom was. In following this ufurping Henry. Clif. Whom should he follow, but his natural King? North. Yes, Wawick, I remember it to my grief. And by his Soul, thou and thy House shall rue it. West. Plantagenet, of thee and these 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, such a Meffenger, As shall revenge his Death, before I ftir. : War. Poor Cliffora! how I scorn his worthless Threats. York. Will you, we shew our Title to the Crown ? If not, our Swords thall plead it in the Field. K. Henry. What Title haft thou, Traitor, to the Crown? Thy Father was, as thou art, Duke of York, War. Talk not of France, fith thou hast lost it all. And yet methinks you lose: ১ Father, tear the Crown from the Usurper's Head. As thou lov'st and honourest Arms, Let's fight it out, and not stand cavelling thus. Ay. Rich. Sound Drums and Trumpets, and the King will York. Sons, Peace. K. Henry. Peace thou, and give King Henry leave to speak. War. Plantagenet shall speak first: Hear him Lords, And be you filent and attentive too, For he that interrupts him, shall not live. K. Henry. Think it thou that I will leave my Kingly Throne, Wnerein my Grandfire and my Father fat? No; first shall War unpeople this my Realm; And now in England, to our Hearts great Sorrow, Shall be my Warding-thect: Why faint you, Lords? My Titie's good, and better far than his. |