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When I was crown'd, I was but nine months old.

Rich. You are old enough now, and yet, methinks, Father, tear the crown from the usurper's head.

Edw. Sweet father, do 1o; set it on your head. Mont. Good brother, as thou lov'st and honour'st

arms, Let's fight it out, and not stand cavilling thus. Rich. Sound drums and trumpets, and the King

will fly. York. Sons, peace. K. Henry. Peace thou, and give King Henry leave

to speak. War. Plantagenet shall speak first; hear him, And be vou filent and attentive 100, [ords, For he that interrupts him thall not live. K. Henry: Think'st thou that I will leave my

kingly throne, Wherein my grandfire and my father sat? No, first thall war unpeople this my realm; Ay, and thir colours often borne in France, And now in England, to our heart's great forrow, Shall be my winding sheet.-Why faint you, Lords? My title's good, and better far than biś.

War. But prove it, Henry, and thou shalt be King, : K. Henry. Henry the Fourth by conquest got the York. 'Twas by rebellion against his King.

K. Henry. I know not what to say, 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: For Richard, in the view of many Lords, Resign'd the crown to Henry the Fourth; Whole heir my father was, and I am his.

York. He rose against him, being his sovereign, And made him to resign his crown perforce.

War. Suppose, my Lords, he did it unconstrain'd, Think you 'twere prejudicial to his crown?

Exet. No, for he could not so resign his crown, But that the next heir should succeed and reign. K. Henry. Art thou against us, Duke of Exeter?

crown.

Exet. His is the right, and therefore pardon me. York. Why whilper you, my Lords, and answer

not? Exet. My conscience tells me he is lawful King. K. Henry. All will revolt from me, and turn to him.

North. Plantagenet,.for all the claim thou lay'st, Think not that Henrv shall be so depos’d.

War. Depos'd lie thall be, in despight of thee.

North. Thou art deceiv'd: 'tis not thy southern Of Elley, Norfolk, Suffolk, nor of Kent, [power Which makes thee thus presumptuous and proud, Can set the Duke up in despight of me.

Clif. King Henry, be thy title right or wrong, Lord Clifford vows to fight in thy defence; May that ground gape, and swallow me alive, Where I all kneel to him that flew my father! K. Henry. O Clifford, how thy words revive my

heart! York. Henry of Lancaster, refign thy crown: What mutter you, or what conspire you, Lords?

War. Do right unto this princely Duke of York, Or. I will fill this house with armed men; And, o'er the chair of state, where now he fits, Write up his title with usurping blood.

He stamps with his foot, and the soldiers few

themselves. K. Henry. My Lord of Warwick, hear me but one Let me but reign in quiet while I live. (word.

York. Confirm the crown to me and to mine heirs, And thou Nalt reign in quiet while thou liv'st.

K. Henry. I am content. Richard Plantagenet, Enjoy the kingdom after ny decease.

Clif. What wrong is this unto the Prince your son ?
War. What good is this to England and himself?
Weft. Base, fearful and despairing Henry !
Glif. How hast thou injur'd both thyself and us!
West. I cannot stay to hear these articles.
North. Nor I.
Clif. Come, cousin, let us tell the Queen these news.

Weft. Farewell, faini-liearted and degen'rate In whole cold blood no spark of honour 'bides.

King,

North. Be thou a prey unto the liouse of York; And die in bands for this un nauly deed!

Clif. In dreaciful war may'lt thou be overcome, Or live in peace abandon'd and delpis'd !

[Exeunt Nor. Clif. Westm. S CE N E III. War. Turn this way, Henry, and regard them not. Exét. They seek revenge, and therefore will not

yield. K. Henry. Ah, Exeter! War. Why should you figh, my Lord?

K. Henry. Not for myself, Lord Warwick, but my Whom I unnaturally shall disinherit. [fon; But be it as it may, I here entail The crown to thee, and to thine heirs for ever; Conditionally, that here thou take an oath To cease this civil war; and, whilft I live, To honour me as thy King and Sovereign ; Neither by treason nor hoitility To seek to put me down, and reign thyself.

York. This oath I willingly take, and will perform. War. Long live King Henry! Plantagenet, em

brace him. K. Henry. And long live thou, and these thy for

ward fons ! York. Now York and Lancaster are reconcil'd. Exet. Accurs'd be he that seeks to make them foes!

[Sonet. Here they come down. York. Farewell, my gracious Lord, I'll to my castle. War. And I'll keep London with my soldiers. Norf. And I to Norfolk with my followers. Mont. And I unto the sea, from whence I came. [Exeunt York, Warwick, Norfolk and Montague. K. Henry. And I with grief and forrow to the court.

Enter the Queen and the Prince of Wales. Exet. Here comes the Queen, whose looks bewray I'll steal away

[her anger. K. Henry. So, Exeter, will I.

[Going Queen. Nay, go not from me: I will follow thee. K. Henry. Be patient, gentle Queen, and I will

stay.

Queen. Who can be patient in such extremes ? Ah, wretched man! would I had dy'd a maid, And never seen thee, never borne thee son, Seeing thou hast prov'd so unnatural a father. Hath he deserv'd to lose his birth-right thus? Hadst thou but lov'd him half so well as I, Or felt that pain which I did for him once, Or nourilli'd him, as I did, with my blood; Thou wouldst have left thy deareft heart-blood there, Rather than made that savage Duke thine heir, And disinherited thine only son

-Prince. Father, you cannot disinherit me: If you be King, why ihould not I succeed? K. Henry. Pardon me, Margaret ; pardon me,

Tweet lon; The Earl of Warwick and the Duke enforc'd me. Quèen. Enforc'd thee? art thou King, and wilt be

forcod? I shame to hear thee speak. Ah, tim'rous wretch! Thou hast undone thyself, thy fon, and me, And given unto the house of York such head, As thou thalt reign but by their fufferance. To entail him and's heirs unto the crown, What is it but to make thy fepulchre, 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 shalt thou be safe?-such fafety fiirds The trembling lamb, environed with wolves. Had I been there, which am a filly woman, The foldiers should have tofs'd me on their pikes, Before I would have granted to that act. But thou preferr'st thy life before thine honour; And, seeing thou doft, I here divorce myself Both from ihy table, Henry, and thy bed, Until that act of parliament be repeaid, Whereby my son is disinherited. The northern lords, that have forsworn thy colours, Will follow nine, if once they see them Ipread; And spread they Mall be, to thy foul disgrace, And utter ruin of the house of York.

Thus I do leave thee: come, fon, let's away;
Our army's ready: come, we'll after them.
K Henry. Stay, gentle Margaret, and hear me

speak. Qu2011

. Thou hast spoke too much already; get

thee gone.

K. Henry. Gentle son Edward, thou wilt stay with

me ?
Queen. Ay, to be murder'd by his enemies.-
Prince. When I return with victory froin the field,
I'll see your Grace; till then I'll follow her.
Liteeni. Come, son, away; we may not linger thus.

[Exerunt Queen and Prince.
K. Henry. Poor Queen, how love to me and to her
Hath made her break out into terins of rage! [fon
Reveng'd may she be on that hateful Duke,
Whole haughty spirit, winged with desire,
Will coast * my crown ; and, like an empty eagle,
Tire + on the flesh of me and of my fon!
-The loss of thole three lords torments my heart;
I'll write unto them, and intreat them fair;
-Come, cousin, you shall be the messenger.
Exer. And, as I hope, shall reconcile them all.

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Enter Richard, Edward, and Montague.
Rich. Brother, tho' I be youngest, give me leave.
Edw. No, I can better play the orator.
Mont, But I have reasons strong and forcible.

Enter the Duke of York.
York. Why, how now, fons and brother, at a strife?
What is your quarrel? how began it first?

Edw. No quarrel, but a sweet contention.
York. About what ?

i. e. hover over it. Warburton.
+ To tire is to fuften, to fix ihe talons, from the French
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