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Outcast of Naples, England's bloody scourge ! What, wilt thou on thy death-bed play the The sons of York, thy betters in their birth,

ruffian, Shall be their father's bail; and bane to those And seek for sorrow with thy spectacles ?--That for my surety will refuse the boys ! O, where is faith? O, where is loyalty ? Enter Edward and Richard Plantagenet, with If it be banish'd from the frosty head,

forces at one side; at the other, with forces Where shall it find a harbour in the earth ?-also, Old Clifford and his son.

Wilt thou go dig a grave to find out war, See where they come : I'll warrant they'll And shame thine honourable age with blood ? make it good.

[their bail. Why art thou oid, and want'st experience? Q. Mar. And here comes Clifford, to deny Or wherefore dost abuse it, if thou hast it? Clif. [Kneeling.) Health and all happiness For shame! in duty bend thy knee to me, to my lord the king !

That bows unto the grave with mikcle age. York. I thank thee, Clifford : say, what Sal. My lord, I have consider'd with myself news with thee?

The title of this most renowned duke ; Nay, do not fright us with an angry look : And in my conscience do repute his grace We are thy sov'reign, Clifford, kneel again ; The rightful heir to England's royal seat. For thy mistaking so, we pardon thee.

K. Hen. Hast thou not sworn allegiance Clif. This is my king. York, I do not mis- unto me? take do :- Sal. I have.

(for such an oath ? But thou mistak'st me much, to think I K. Hen. Canst thou dispense with heaven To Bedlam with him ! is the man grown mad? Sal. It is a great sin to swear unto a sin ; K. Hen. Ay, Clifford ; a Bedlam and am- But greater sin to keep a sinful oath. bitious humour

Who can be bound by any solemn vow Makes him oppose himself against his king. To do a murd'rous deed, to rob a man,

Clif. He is a aitor ; let him to the Tower, | To force a spotless virgin's chastity, And chop away that factious pate of his. To reave the orphan of his patrimony,

Q. Mar. He is arrested, but will not obey ; To wring the widow from her custom'd right; His sons, he says, shall give their words for And have no other reason for this wrong, him.

But that he was bound by a solemn oath ? York. Will you not, sons?

(serve. Q. Mar. A subtle traitor needs no sophister. Edw. Ay, noble father, if our words will K. Hen. Call Buckingham, and bid him arm Rich. And if words will not, then our wea


(here! York. Call Buckingham, and all the friends Clif. Why, what a brood of traitors have we am resoiv'd for death, or dignity. [thou hast;

York. Look in a glass, and call thy image so: Clif. The first I warrant thee, if dreams I am thy king, and thou a false-heart traitor.

prove true. Call hither to the stake my two brave bears, War. You were best to go to bed and dream That with the very shaking of their chains

again, They may astonish these fell lurking curs : To keep thee from the tempest of the field. Bid Salisbury, and Warwick, come to me. Clif. I am resolv'd to bear a greater storm, Drums. Enter Warwick and Salisbury, with Than any thou canst conjure up to-day ; forces.

And that I'll write upon thy burgonet, Clif. Are these thy bears? we'll bait thy Might I but know thee by thy household badge. bears to death,

War. Now, by my father's badge, old And manacle the bear-ward in their chains,

Nevil's crest, If thou dar'st bring them to the baiting-place. The rampant bear chain'd to the ragged staff,

Rich. Oft lave I seen a hot o'erweening cur This day I'll wear aloft my burgonet, Run back and bite, because he was withheld ; (As on a mountain-top the cedar shows, Who, being suffer'd with the bear's fell paw, That keeps his ieaves in spite of any storm,) Hath clapp'd his tail between his legs, and Even to affright thee with the view thereof. cried :

Clif. And from thy burgonet I'll rend thy And such a piece of service will you do,

bear, If you oppose yourselves to match lord War- And tread it under-foot with all contempt, wick.

(lump. Despite the bear-ward that protects the bear. Clif. Hence, heap of wrath, foul indigested Y. Clif. And so to arms, victorious father, As crooked in thy manners as thy shape ! To quell the rebels, and their 'complices. York. Nay, we shall heat you thoroughly Rich. Fie ! charity, for shame ! speak not

in spite, Clif. Take heed, lest by your heat you burn For you shall sup with Jesu Christ to-night. yourselves.

Y. Clif. Foul stigmatick, that's more than K. Hen. Why. Warwick, hath thy knee thou canst tell. forgot to bow?

Rich. If not in heaven, you'll surely sup in Old Salisbury, --shame to thy silver hair,

(Exeunt severally. Thou mad misleader of thy brain-sick son !


pons shall.



To cease !-Wast thou ordain'd, dear father, SCENE II.-St. Albans.

To lose thy youth in peace, and to achieve Alarums : Excursions. Enter Warwick.

The silver livery of advised age, [thus War. Clifford of Cumberland, 'tis Warwick And, in thy reverence, and thy chair-days, calls !

To die in ruffian battle ?-Even at this sight, And if thou dost not hide thee from the bear, My heart is turn'd to stone : and while 'tis Now,-when the angry trumpet sounds alarm, mine,

(spares ; And dead men's cries do fill the empty air, — It shall be stony. York not our old men Clifford, I say, come forth and fight with me! No more will I their babes : tears virginal Proud northern lord, Clifford of Cumberland, Shall be to me even as the dew to fire; Warwick is hoarse with calling thee to arms. And beauty, that the tyrant oft reclaims, Enter York.

Shall to my flaming wrath be oil and flax. How now, my noble lord ! what, all a-foot ? Henceforth I will not have to do with pity : York. The deadly-handed Clifford slew my Meet I an infant of the house of York,

Into as many gobbets will I cut it, But match to match I have encounter'd him, As wild Medea young Absyrtus did : And made a prey for carrion kites and crows In cruelty will I seek out my fame. Even of the bonny beast he lov'd so well. Come, thou new ruin of old Clifford's house Enter Old Clifford.

[Taking up the body. War. Of one or both of us the time is come. As did Æneas old Anchises bear, York. Hold, Warwick, seek thee out some So bear I thee upon my manly shoulders; other chase,

But then, Æneas bare a living load, For I myself must hunt this deer to death. Nothing so heavy as these woes of mine.[Exit. War. Then, nobly, York; 'tis for a crown Enter Richard Plantagenet and Somerset, thou fight'st.

fighting; Somerset is killed. As I intend, Clifford, to thrive to-day,

Rich. So, lie thou there;-
It grieves my soul to leave thee unassaild. For underneath an alehouse' paltry sign,

[Exit. The Castle in St. Albans, Somerset Clif. What seest thou in me, York ? why Hath made the wizard famous in his death. dost thou pause?

[in love, Sword, hold thy temper; heart, be wrathful York. With thy brave bearing should I he

still : But that thou art so last mine enemy. Priests pray for enemies, but princes kill. Clif. Nor should thy prowess want praise

(Erit. and esteemi,

Alarums : Excursions. Enter King Henry, But that 'tis shown ignobly, and in treason. Queen Margaret, and others, retreating. York. So let it help me now against thy · Q. Mar. Away, my lord ! you are slow; for sword,

shame, away! As I in justice and true right express it ! K. Hen. Can we outrun the heavens ? good

Clif. My soul and body on the action both ? Margaret, stay. (nor fight, nor fly : York. A dreadful lay!-address thee in- Q. Mar. What are you made of? you'll Clif. La fin couronne les æuvres. (stantly. Now is it manhood, wisdom, and defence,

[ They fight, and Clifford falls and dies. To give the enemy way; and to secure us York. Thus war hath given thee peace, for By what we can, which can no more but fly. thou art still.

[Alarum afar of Peace with his soul, heaven, if it be thy will! If you be ta'en, we then should see the bottom

[Exit. Of all our fortunes : but if we haply 'scape, Enter Young Clifford.

(As well we may, if not through your neglect,) Y. Clif. Shame and confusion ! all is on We shall to London get : where you are lov'd ; the rout;

And where this breach, now in our fortunes Fear frames disorder, and disorder wounds May readily be stopp'd.

(made, Where it should guard. O war, thou son of

Re-enter Young Clifford. hell,

Y. Clif. But that my heart's on future misWhom angry heavens do make their minister,

chief set, Throw in the frozen bosoms of our part I would speak blasphemy ere bid you fly : Hot coals of vengeance !--Let no soldier fly : But fly you must; uncurable discomfit He that is truly dedicate to war,

Reigns in the hearts of all our present parts. Hath no self-love ; nor he, that loves himself, Away, for your relief! and we will live Hath not essentially, but by circumstance, To see their day, and them our fortune give : The name of valour.- [Seeing his father. Away, my lord, away!

[Exeunt. 0, let the vile world end, And the premised flames of the last day

SCENE III.-Field near St. Albans. Knit heaven and earth together!

Alarum: Retreat. Flourish : then enter Now let the general trumpet blow his blast, York, Richard Plantagenet, Warwick, and Particularities and petty sounds

Soldiers, with drum and colours.

York. Of Salisbury, who can report of him; And it hath pleas'd him, that three times That winter lion, who in rage forgets

to-day Agèd contusions and all brush of time, You have defended me from imminent death, And, like a gallant in the brow of youth, Well, lords, we have not got that which we Repairs him with occasion ? this happy day

have : Is not itself, nor have we won one foot, "Tis not enough our foes are this time fled, If Salisbury be lost.

Being opposites of such repairing nature. Rich. My noble father,

York. I know our safety is to follow them; Three times to-day I holp him to his horse, For, as I hear, the king is fled to London, Three times bestrid him, thrice I led him off. To call a present court of parliament. Persuaded him from any further act : [him ; Let us pursue him, ere the writs go forthBut still, where danger was, still there I met What says Lord Warwick ? shall we after And like rich hangings in a homely house,


[can. So was his will in his old feeble body,

War. After them ! nay, before them, if we But, noble as he is, look where he comes. Now, by my hand, lords, 'twas a glorious day: Enter Salisbury.

St. Albans battle, won by famous York, Sal. Now, by my sword, well hast thou Shall be eterniz'd in all age to come. - all; fought to-day:

[Richard : Sound, drums and trumpets :--and to London By the mass, so did we all.—I thank you, And more such days as these to us befall! God knows how long it is I have to live ;



DRAMATIS PERSONÆ. King Henry the Sixth.

Sir John Mortimer, Uncles to the Duke of Edward, Prince of Wales, his Son.

Sir Hugh Mortimer,

York. Lewis XI., King of France.

Henry, Earl of Richmond, a Youth. Duke of Somerset,

Lord Rivers, Brother to Lady Grey. Duke of Exeter,

Sir William Stanley. Earl of Oxford,

on King Henry's Sir John Montgomery, Earl of Northumberland,

side. Sir John Somerville. Earl of Westmoreland,

Tutor to Rutland. Lord Clifford,

Mayor of York. Richard Plantagenet, Duke of York.

Lieutenant of the Tower. Edward, Earl of Alarch, after-)

A Nobleman. Two Keepers. A Huntswards King Edward IV.,

man. Edmund, Earl of Rutland,

A Son that has killed his Father. George, ufterwards Duke of Clar-|his Sons. A Father that has killed his Son.

ence, Richard, afterwards Duke of Glo

Queen Margaret. cester,

Lady Grey, afterwards Queen to Edward Duke of Norfolk,

IV. Marquess of Montague,

Bona, Sister to the French Queen. Earl of Warwick,

of the Duke of Earl of Pembroke,

York's party, Soldiers, and other Attendants on King Henry Lord Hastings,

and King Edward, Messengers, WatchLord Stafford, SCENE,-During part of the Third Act, in France; during the rest of the Play, in England. ACT I.

York. While we pursued the horseinen of SCENE I.--London. The Parliament-House. I

the north,

He slily stole away, and left his men; Drums. Some Soldiers of York's party break Whercat the great lord of Northumberland,

2n. Then, enter the Duke of York, Ed-Whose warlike ears could never brook retreat, ward, Richard, Norfolk, Montague, War-Cheer'd up the drooping army; and himself, wick, and others, with white roses in their Lord Clifford, and lord Stafford, all a-breast, hats.

Charg'd our main battle's front, and, breaking War. I wonder how the king escap'd our in, hands.

Were by the swords of common soldiers slain.

men, &c.

me !

Scene 1.

Edw. Lord Stafford's father, duke of Buck- (Back'd by the power of Warwick, that false ingham,

peer) Is either slain, or wounded dangerous ; To aspire unto the crown, and reign as king. I cleft his beaver with a downright blow : Earl of Northumberland, he slew thy father ; That this is true, father, behold his blood. And thine, lord Clifford ; and you both have (Showing his bloody sword.

vow'd revenge Mont. And, brother, here's the earl of Wilt-On him, his sons, his favourites, and his friends.

shire's blood. (To York, showing his. North. If I be not, heavens be reveng'd on Whom I encounter'd as the battles join'd.

[mourn in steel. Rich. Speak thou for me, and tell them Clif. The hope thereof makes Clifford what I did.

West. What, shall we suffer this ? let's pluck
[Throwing down the Duke of Somerset's him down :

sons. My heart for anger burns; I cannot brook it.
York. Richard hath best deserv'd of all my K. Hen. Be patient, gentle earl of West-
But, is your grace dead, my lord of Somerset? moreland.
Norf. Such hope have all the line of John of Clif. Patience is for poltroons, such as he :
Gaunt !

[head. He durst not sit there, had your father liv'd. Rich. Thus do I hope to shake king Henry's My gracious lord, here in the parliament

War. And so do I, victorious prince of Let us assail the family of York. (it so. Before I see thee seated in that throne (York. North. Well hast thou spoken, cousin : be Which now the house of Lancaster usurps, K. Hen. Ah, know you not the city favours I vow by heaven these eyes shall never close. them, This is the palace of the fearful king, And they have troops of soldiers at their beck ? And this the regal seat : possess it, York ; Exe. But when the duke is slain, they'll For this is thine, and not king Henry's heirs'. quickly fly.

(Henry's heart, York. Assist me, then, sweet Warwick, and K. Hen. Far bc the thought of this from I will;

To make a shambles of the parliament house ! For hither we have broken in by force. Cousin of Exeter, frowns, words, and threats, Norf. We'll all assist you, he that flies shall Shall be the war that Henry means to use. die. [me, my lords ;

[They advance to the Duke. Yorks. Thanks, gentle Norfolk :-stay by Thou factious duke of York, descend my And, soldiers, stay, and lodge by me this night. throne, War. And when the king comes, offer him And kneel for grace and mercy at my feet ; no violence,

I am thy sovereign. Unless he seek to thrust you out by force.


I am thine. (They retire. Exe. For shame, come down : he made thee York. The queen, this day, here holds her duke of York.

(was. parliament,

York. 'Twas my inheritance, as the earldom But little thinks we shall be of her council : Exe. Thy father was a traitor to the crown. By words or blows here let us win our right. War. Exeter, thou art a traitor to the crown Rich. Arm'd as we are, let's stay within this In following this usurping Henry. king house.

[call'd, Clif. Whom should he follow but his natural War. The bloody parliament shall this be War. True, Clifford ; and that's Richard, Unless Plantagenet, duke of York, be king.

duke of York. And bashful Henry depos'd, whose cowardice K. Hen. And shall I stand, and thou sit in Hath made us by-words to our enemies.

my throne ? York. Then leave me not, my lords; be York. It must and shall be so: content thyresolute;


[king. I mean to take possession of my right.

War. Be duke of Lancaster ; let him be War. Neither the king, nor he that loves West. He is both king and duke of Lancashim best,


(maintain. The proudest he that holds up Lancaster, And that the lord of Westmoreland shall Dares stir a wing, if Warwick shake his bells. War. And Warwick shall disprove it. You I'll plant Plantagenet, root him up who forget

[field, dares :

crown. That we are those which chas'd you from the Resolve thee, Richard ; claim the English And slew your fathers, and with colours spread

(War. leads York to the throne, who March d through the city to the palace gates. seats himself.

North. Yes, Warwick, I remember it to my Flourish. Enter King Henry, Clifford, North- grief;

umberland, Westmoreland, Exeter, and And, by his soul, thou and thy house shall rue it. others, with red roses in their hats.

West. Plantagenet, of thee, and these thy K. Hen. My lords, look where the sturdy SODS,

[lives rebel sits,

Thy kinsmen, and thy friends, I'll have more Even in the chair of state ! belike he means Than drops of blood were in my father's veins. Clif. Urge it no more ; lest that, instead of Exe. No; for he could not so resign his words,

crown, I scud thee, Warwick, such a messenger,

But that the next heir should succeed and reign. As shall revenge his death before I stir.

K. Hen. Art thou against us, duke of Exeter? War. Poor Clifford ! how I scorn his Exe. His is the right, and therefore pardon worthless threats ! [crown? me.

(swer not? York. Will you we show our title to the York. Why whisper you, my lords, and anIf not, our swords shall plead it in the field. Exe. My conscience tells me he is lawful K. llen. What title hast thou, traitor, to the king. crown?

K. Hen. [ Aside] All will revolt from me, Thy father was, as thou art, duke of York ;

and turn to him.

(lay'se, Thy grandfather, Roger Mortimer, earl of North. Plantagenet, for all the claim thou I am the son of Henry the fifth, (March : Think not that Henry shall be so depos d. Who made the dauphin and the French to War. Depos'd he shall be in despite of all. stoop,

North. Thou art deceiv'd : ris not thy And seiz'd upon their towns and provinces.

southern power War. Talk not of France, sith thou hast Of Essex, Vorfolk, Suffulk, nor of Kent,-lost it all.

Which makes thee thus presumptuous and K. Hen. The lord protector lost it, and not I: proud, When I was crown'd, I was but nine months Can set the duke up in despite of me. old.

{thinks, you lose Clif King Henry, be thy title right or wrong, Rich. You are old enough now, and yet, me- Lord Clifford vows to fight in thy defence : Father, tear the crown from the usurper's head. May that ground gape, and swallow me alive, Edw. Sweet father, do so; set it on your Where I shall kneel to him that slew my father! head.

k'. Hen. ( Clifford, how thy words revive Mont. [To York ) Good brother, as thou

my heart !

(crown.-lov'st and honour'st arms,

York. Henry of Lancaster, resign thy Let's fight it out, and not stand cavilling thus. What mutter you, or what conspire you, lords?

Rich. Sound drums and truinpets, and the War. Do right unto this princely duke of York. Sons, peace!

king will fly. York ; K. Hen. Peace thou! and give king Henry Or I will fill the house with armed men, leave to speak.

[him, lords; And o'er the chair of state, where now he sits, War. Plantagenet shall speak first : hear Write up his title with usurping blood. And be vou silent and attentive too,

[Ile stamps, and the Soldiers show themFor he that interrupts him shall not live.


one word :K. Hen. Think'st thou, that I will leave my K. Hen. My lord of Warwick, hear me but kingly throne,

Let me for this my life-time reign as king. Wherein my grandsire and my father sat? York. Confirm the crown to me, and to mine No; first shall war unpeople this my realm;

heirs, Ay, and their colours, - often borne in France, And thou shalt reign in quiet while thou liv'st. And now in England, to our heart's great sor- K. Hen. I am content: Richard Plantagenet, row,

[lords ? Enjoy the kingdom after my decease Shall be my winding-sheet. Why faint you, Clif. What wrong is this unto the prince My title's good, and better far than his.

your son !

(hiinself! War. But prove it, Henry, and thou shalt War. What good is this to England, and be king.

West. Base, fearful, and despairing Henry! K. Hen. Henry the fourth by conquest got Clif. How hast thou injur'd both thyself and the crown.

us ! York. 'Twas by rebellion against his king. West. I cannot stay to hear these articles. K. Hen (Aside.) I know not what to say : North. Nor I. my title's weak.

Clif. Come, cousin, let us tell the queen (Aloud. Tell me, may not a king adopt an these news.

(ate king, York. What then?

heir? West. Farewell, faint-hearted and degenerK. Hen. An if he may, then am I lawful In whose cold blood no spark of honour bides. king :

North. Be thou a prey unto the house of For Richard, in the view of many lords,

York, Resign'd the crown to Henry the fourth, And die in bands, for this unmanly deed ! Whose heir my father was, and I am his. Clif. In dreadful war mayst thou be over. York. He rose against him, being his sove- come; reign,

Or live in peace, abandon'd, and despis'd! And made him to resign his crown perforce.

[Exeunt Northumberland, Clifford, War. Suppose, my lords, he did it uncon

and Westmoreland. strain'd

War. Turn this way, Henry, and regard Think you, 'twere prejudicial to his crown?

them not.

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