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North. Yes, 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 Sons,
Thy Kinsmen, and thy Friends, I'll have more li: es
Than drops of Blood' were in my Father's Veins.

Clif. Urge it no more, left that instead of words
I send thee, Warwick, such a Messenger,
As shall revenge his Death, before I ftir.

War. Poor Clifford! how I scorn his worthless Threats.
York. Will you, we few our Title to the Crowns
If not, our Swords shall 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 stoop,
And seiz'd upon their Towns and Provinces.

War. Talk not of France, Gth thou hast lost it all.

K. Henry. The Lord Prote&or lost it, and not l;
When I was Crown'd I was but nine Months old.

Rich. You are old enough now,
And yet mer hinks you lose :
Father, tear the Crown from the Usurper's Head.

Edw. Sweet Father do so, set it on your Head.

Mount. Good Brother,
As thou lov'ft and honourest Arms,
Let's fight it out, and not stand cavelling thus.

Richo Sound Drums and Trumpet', and the King will fy.

York. Sons, Peace.
K. Henry. Peace chou, and give King Henry leave to speak.

War. Plantagenet shall speak first : Here him Lords,
And be you silent and attentive too,
For he that interrupts him, shall not live.

K. Henry. Think'st thou that I will leave my Kingly Throne,
Wherein my Grand fire and my Father fat?
No ; first shall War unpeople this my Realm;
Ay, and their Colouis of en born in France,
And now in England, to our Hearts great Sorrow,
Shall be my Winding-sheet : Why faint you,

My Title's good, and better far than his.


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War. But prove it, Henry, and thou shalt be King.
K. Henry. Henry the Fourth by Conquest got the Crown.
Tork. '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 ?

Tork. What then?

K. Henry. And if he may, then am I lawful King: For Richard, in the view of many

Lords, Refign'd the Crown to Henry the Fourth, Whose Heir my Father was, and I am his.

Tork. He rose against him, being his Soveraign, And made him to resign his Crown perforce,

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

Exe. 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 ?
Exc. His is the right, and therefore pardon me.
York. Why whisper you, my Lords, and answer not?
Exe. 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 Henry shall be depos'd.
War. Depos'd he fall be, in despite of all.

North. Thou art deceiv'd :
'Tis not thy Southern Power
Of Essex, Norfolk, Saffolk, nor of Kent,
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 shall kneel to him that flew my Father.

K. Henry. Oh Clifford, how thy words revive my Heart.
York. Henry of Lancaster, resign thy Crown:
What mutter you, or what conspire you, Lords?

War. Do right unto this Princely Duke of York, Or ( will fill the House with armed Men, And o'er the Chair of State, where now he fits, Writé up his Title with usurping Blood. (He stamp's with his foot, and the Soldiers Mew themselves.


K. Henry,

K. Henry. My Lord of Warwick, hear me but one word ; Let me for this time reign as King.

York. Confirm the Crown to me, and to mine Heirs, Ard thou shalt Reign in quiet while thou liv'st,

K. Henry. I am content: Richard Plantagenet,
Enjoy the Kingdom after my decease.

Clif, What wrong is this unto the Prince, your Son?
War. What good is this to England, ard himself?
West. Base, fearful, and despairing Henry !
Chf. How halt thou injur'd both thy self and us!
Weft. I cannot stay to hear these Articles.
North. Nor I.
Clif. Come Cousin, let us tell the Queen these News.

Weft. Farewel, faint-hearted and degenerate King,
In whose cold Blood no spark of Honour bides.

North. Be chou a prey unto the House of York, And die in Bands, for this unmanly deed.

Clif. In dreadful War, may'st thou be overcome,
Or live in Peace abandon'd and despis’d.

[Exeunt Nor. Cliff. Weftm,
War. Turn this way, Henry, and regard them not.
Exe. They seek revenge, and therefore will not yield.
K. Henry. Ah Exeter!
War. Why should you figh, my Lord?

K. Henry. Not for my self, Lord Warwick, but my Son,
Whom I unnaturally shall difinherit.
But be it as it may; I here entail
The Crown to thee, and to thine Heirs for ever;
Conditionally, that here you take an Oath,
To cease this Civil War; and whilft I live,
To honour me as thy King and Soveraign:
Neither by Treason nor Hoftility,
To seek to put me down, and Reigo thy felf.

Tork. This Oath I willingly take, and will perform.
Wur. Long live Ķing Henry : Plantagenet, embrace him.
K. Henry. And long live thou, and these thy forward Sons.
York. Now York and Lancaster are reconcil'd.
Exe. Accurft be he that seeks to make them Focs.

Sonet. Here they come down.
Tork. Farewel, my gracious Lord, I'll to my Castle.
War. And I'll keep London with my Soldiers.


Norf. And I to Norfolk with my FoMowers.
Mount. And I unto the Sea from whence I came. [Exe.
K. Henry. And I with grief and sorrow to the Court.

Enter the Queen, and the Prince of Wales.
Exe. Here comes the Queen,
Whofe looks bewray her anger:
I'll ftcal away.
K. Henry. Exeter fo will I:

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 extreams?
Ah wretched Man! would I had dy'd a Maid,
And never seen thee, never born thee Son,
Seeing thou hast prov'd lo unnatural a Father.
Hath he deserv'd to lose his Birth-right thus ?
Hadst thou but lov'd him half so much as I,
Or felt that pain which I did for him once,
Or nourisht him, as I did with my Blood;
Thou wouldst have left thy dearest Heart-blood ther:;
Rather than made that Savage Duke chine Heir,
And dilinherited thine only Son.

Prince. Father, you cannot disinherit me: If you be King, why should not I succeed?

K. Henry. Pardon me, Margaret; pardon me, sweet Son; The Earl of Warwick and the Duke enforc'd me.

Queen. Enforc'd thee? art chou King,and wilt be forc'd ? I Thame to hear thee speak; ah timorous Wretch! Thou hast undone thy self, thy Son, and me, And given unto the House of York such head, As thou shalt Reign but by their sufferance. 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 shalt thou be safe? such safety finds The trembling Lamb, invironed with Wolvese Had I been there, which am a filly Woman, The Soldiers should have tofs'd me on their Pikes, Before I would have granted to that A&.


But thou preferr'st thy Life before thine honour.
And seeing thou doft, I here divorce my self,
Both from thy Table, Henry, and thy Bed,
Until that Ad of Parliament be repealed,
Whereby my Son is disinherited.
The Northern Lords, that have forsworn thy Colours,
Will follow mine, if once they see them spread:
And spread they shall be, to thy foul disgrace,
And utter ruin of the House of York,
Thus do I leave thee; come Son, let's away,
Our Army is ready, come, we'll after them.

K. Henry. Stay, gentle Margaret, and hear me speak.

Qucen. Thou liaft spoke too much already; get thee gone.

K. Henry. Gentle Son Edward, thou wilt stay with me? Queen. Ay, to be murther'd by his Enemies. Prince. When I return with Vi&ory from the Field, I'll see your Grace; 'till then I'll follow her. Queen. Come, Sor, away, we may not linger thus.

[Exeunt Queen and Prince.
K. Henry. Poor Queen,
How love to me, and to her Sun,
Hath made her break out into terms of Rage.
Reveng'd may she be on that hateful Duke,
Whose haughty Spirit, wirged with desire,
Will cost my Crown, and like an empty Eagle,
Tire on the Flesh of me, and of my Son.
The loss of thise three Lords torments my Heart;
I'll write unto them, and intreat them fair;
Come, Coufin, you shall be the Messenger.
Exe. And I hope shall reconcile them all. [Exit.

Entér Richard, Edward, and Mountague.
Rich. Brother, though I be youngest, give me leave.
Edw. No, I can better play the Orator.
Mount. But I have reasons ftrong and forcible.

Enter the Duke of York,
Tork. Why, how now Sons and Brother, at a strise ?
What is your Quarrel ? how began it first?

Edw. No Quarrel, but a flight Contention.
Tork. About what?

Rich. About that which concerns your Grace and us,
The Crown of England, Father, which is yours:


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