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KING HENRY the Sixth.
Lords of R. Henry's fide.
King Edward IV.
ot York, afterwards King Richard III.
Of the Duke of York's party.
Uncles to the D. of York.
Queen to Edward IV.
during all the rest of the play, in England.
Alarm. Enter Duke of York, Edivard, Richard,
Cheard up the drooping ariny; and himself,
* The adion of this play (which was at first printed under this title, The true Tragedly of Richard Duke of York, and the good K. Henry V I. or, the Second Part of the Conten'tion of York and Lancaster,) opens just after the first battle at St Albans, wherein the York taction carried the day; and closes with the murder of King Henry VI. and the birth of Prince Edward, afterwards King Edward V ; lo that this history takes in the space of full fixécen years.
Theobald. it This play is only divided from the former for the convenience of exhibition ; for the series of action is continued without interruption, nor are any two icenes of any play more closely connected than the first scene of this play with the last of the former. Johnson.
Charg'd our main battles front; and breaking in, Were by the swords of common soldiers sain.
Edw. Lord Stafford's father, Duke of Buckingham, Is either Nain or wounded dang'rously. I cleft his beaver with a downright blow: That this is true, father, behold his blood. Mont. And, brother, here's the Earl of Wilt
shire's blood, Whom I encounter'd as the battles join'd. Rich. Speak thou for me, and tell them what I
[Throwing down the Duke of Somerset's head. York. Richard hath best deserv'd of all my sons : Is his Grace dead, my Lord of Somerset ? Norf, Such hope have all the line of John of
Gaunt! Rich. Thusdo I hope to shake King Henry's head.
War. And so do 1.* Victoriqus Prince of York, Before I see thee feated in that throne Which now the house of Lancaster ulurps, I vow, by Heav'n, these eyes shall never close. This is the palace of that fearful King, And this the regal seat: pofless it, York; For this is thine, and not King Henry's heirs'.
York. Alift me then, sweet Warwick, and I will; - For hither we have broken in by force.
Norf. We'll all'atlist you; he that flies Mhall die.
[They go up. War. And when the King comes, offer him no Unless he seek to thrust you out by force: [violence;
York. The Queen this day here holds her parliaBut little thinks we shall be of her courtcil; (ment, 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 hall this be callid, Unless Plantagenet, Duke of York, be King; And bashful Henry depos'd, whose cowardice. Hath made us by-words to our enemies.
York. Then leave me not; my Lords, be resolute;
I mean to take possession of my right.
War. Neither the King, nor he that loves him beft, . The proudest he that holds up Lancaster, Dares stir a wing, if Warwick shake his bells. I'll plant Plantagenet, root him up who dare. Resolve thee, Richard; claim the English crown.
[Warwick leads York to the throne, who feats him.
SC E N E II. Enter King Henry, Clifford, Northumberland, West
morland, Exeter, and others, at the further end of the stage.
K. Henry. My Lords, look where the sturdy rebel
North. If I be not, heav'ns be reveng'd on me!
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 durst not fit there, had your father liv'd. My gracious Lord, here in the parliament Let us assail 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 ?
Exet. But when the Duke is Nain they'll quickly fly.
[They advance to the Duke. Thou factious Duke of York, descend my throne,
And kneel for grace and mercy at my feet,
York. Thou’rt deceiv'd, I'm thine.
of York. York. 'Twas my inheritance, as the kingdom is, Exet. Thy father was a traitor to the crown.
War. Exeter, thou art a traitor to the crown, In following this ufurping Henry.
Clif. Whom should 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 ? York. It must and shall be fo.-Content thyself. War. Be Duke of Lancaster, let him be King.
Wijt. He is both King and Duke of Lancaster; And ihat the Lord of Westmorland shall maintain.
Wir. 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 through the city to the palace-gates.
North. No, 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 fons, Thy kinsmen and thy friends, I'll have more livesi Than drops of blood were in my father's veins.
Clif. Urge is no more ; least that, instead of words, I send thee, Warwick, such a meslenger As Niall revenge his death before I ftir. War. Poor Clifford! how I scorn his worthless
threats. York: Will you we lew our title to the crown? If not, our fivords shall plead it in the field.
K. Henry. What title haft thou, traitor, to the Thy fatlier was,as thou art, Duke of York; (crown? Thy grandfather Roger Mortimer, Earl of March. I am the fon of Henry the Fifth, Who made the Dauphin and the French to stoop, And seiz'd upon their towns and provinces.
War. Talk not of France, fith thou hast loft it all. K. Henry. The Lord Protector lost it, and not Is