War. But prove it, Henry, and thou shalt be King. K.Henry. I know not what to fay, my Title's weak: K. Henry. And if he may, then am I lawful King: War. Suppofe, my Lords, he did it unconstrain'd, Exe. No; for he could not fo refign his Crown, War. Depos'd he shall be, in despite of all. 'Tis not thy Southern Power Of Effex, Norfolk, Suffolk, nor of Kent, Clif. King Henry, be thy Title right or wrong, K. Henry. Oh Clifford, how thy words revive my Heart. What mutter you, or what confpire you, Lords? And o'er the Chair of State, where now he fits, [He ftamps with his foot, and the Soldiers fhew themselves. B 4 K. Hənry. North. Yes, Wawick, I remember it to my grief Clif. Urge it no more, left that inftead of words War. Poor Cliffora! how I fcorn his worthlefs Threats. K. Henry. What Title haft thou, Traitor, to the Crown? Thy Grandfather Roger Mortimer, Earl of March. Who made the Dauphin and the French to stoop, War. Talk not of France, fith thou haft loft it all. And yet methinks methinks you lofe: Father, tear the Crown from the Ufurper's Head. As thou lov'ft and honoureft Arms, Let's fight it out, and not ftand cavelling thus. Rich. Sound Drums and Trumpets, and the King will Яy. York. Sons, Peace. K. Henry, Peace thou, and give King Henry leave to fpeak. For he that interrupts him, fhall not live. K. Henry. Think'ft thou that I will leave my Kingly Throne, No; fit fall War unpeople this my Realm; War. But prove it, Henry, and thou shalt be King. K.Henry. Henry the Fourth by Conqueft got th: Crown. Tork. 'Twas by Rebellion against his King. K.Henry. I know not what to fay, my Title's weak: Tell me, may not a King adopt an Heir? York. What then? K. Henry. And if he may, then am I lawful King: Exe. No; for he could not fo refign his Crown, War. Depos'd he fhall be, in defpite of all. 'Tis not thy Southern Power Of Effex, Norfolk, Suffolk, nor of Kent, Clif. King Henry, be thy Title right or wrong, K. Henry. Oh Clifford, how thy words revive my Heart. [He ftamps with his foot, and the Soldiers fhew themselves. K. Hənry. B 4 K. Henry. My Lord of Warwick, hear me but one word; Letm for this time reign as King. York, Confirm the Crown to me, and to mine Heirs, Clif. What wrong is this unto the Prince, your Son? Clif. How haft thou injur'd both thy felf and us! Nor h. Nor I. Clif. Come Coufin, let us tell the Queen thefe News. West. Farewel, faint-hearted and degenerate King, In whofe cold Blood no fpark of Honour bides. North. Be thou a prey unto the Houfe of York, And die in Bands, for this unmanly deed. Clif. In dreadful War, may'ft thou be overcome, O live in Peace aba don'd and defpis'd. [Exeunt Nor. Cliff. Weftm. War. Turn this way, Henry, and regard them not. Exe. Th y feck revenge, and therefore will not yield. K. Henry. Ah Exeter! War. Why fhould you figh, my Lord? K. Henry. Not for my felf, Lord Warwick, but my Son, Whom I unnaturally fhall difinherit. But be it as it may; I here entail The Crown to thee, and to thine Heirs for ever; To feek to put me down, and Reign thy felf. York. This Oath I willingly take, and will perform. Exe. Accurft be he that feeks to make them Foes. Sonet. Here they come down. York. Farewel, my gracious Lord, I'll to my Caftle. Norf. Norf. And I to Norfolk with my Followers. Mount. And I unto the Sea from whence I came. [Exe. K.Henry. And I with grief and forrow to the Court. Enter the Queen, and the Prince of Wales. Exe. Here comes the Queen, Whfe looks bewray her anger: I'll fteal away. Going. K. Henry. Exeter fo will I: Or nourisht him, as I did with my Blood; Thou wouldst have left thy dearest Heart-blood there, Prince. Father, you cannot difinherit me: K. Henry. Pardon me, Margaret; pardon me, fweet Son; The Earl of Warwick and the Duke enforc'd me. Queen. Enforc'd thee? art thou King, and wilt be forc'd? I thame to hear thee fpeak; ah timorous Wretch! Thou haft undore thy felf, thy Son, and me, And given unto the Houfe of York fuch head, 1 As thou shalt Reign but by their fufferance. To entail him and his Heirs unto the Crown, What is it, but to make thy Sepulchre, And creep into it far before thy time? Warwick is Chancellor, and the Lord of Calais, Stern Faulconbridge commands the narrow Seas, The Duke is made Protector of the Realm, And yet fhalt thou be fafe? fuch fafety finds The trembling Lamb, invironed with Wolves. Had I been there, which am a filly Woman, The Soldiers fhould have tofs'd me on their Pikes, Before I would have granted to that A&t. But |