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Sirrah, call in my sons be my bail ;
And shame thine honourable age with blood ?
[Exit an Attendant. Why art thou old, and want'st experience ? I know, ere they will have me go to ward,
Or wherefore dost abuse it, if thou hast it? They'll pawn their swords for my enfranchisement. For shame! in duty bend thy knee to me,
Q. Mar. Call hither Clifford ; bid him come amain, That bows unto the grave with mickle age. To say, if that the bastard boys of York
Sal. My lord, I have consider'd with myself Shall be the surety for their traitor father.
The title of this most renowned duke; York. O! blood-bespotted Neapolitan,
And in my conscience do repute his grace Outcast of Naples, England's bloody scourge, The rightful heir to England's royal seat. The sons of York, thy betters in their birth,
K. Hen. Hast thou not sworn allegiance unto me? Shall be their father's bail; and bane to those
Sal. I have. That for my surety will refuse the boys.
K. Hen. Canst thou dispense with heaven for such Enter EDWARD and RICHARD PLANTAGENET, with
an oath ? Forces, at one side ; at the other, with Forces also, Sal. It is great sin to swear unto a sin, old CLIFFORD and his Son.
But greater sin to keep a sinful oath.
Q. Mar. And here comes Clifford, to deny their bail. To do a murderous deed, to rob a man,
[Kneels. To reave the orphan of his patrimony,
And have no other reason for this wrong, Nay, do not fright us with an angry look:
But that he was bound by a solemn oath? We are thy sovereign, Clifford; kneel again;
Q. Mar. A subtle traitor needs no sophister. For thy mistaking so, we pardon thee.
K. Hen. Call Buckingham, and bid him arm himself. Clif. This is my king, York: I do not mistake; York. Call Buckingham, and all the friends thou hast, But thou mistak'st me much, to think I do.
I am resolv'd for death, or dignity. To bedlam with him ! is the man grown mad ?
Clif. The first I warrant thee, if dreams prove true. K. Hen. Ay, Clifford ; a bedlam and ambitious War. You were best to go to bed, and dream again, humour
To keep thee from the tempest of the field.
Clif. I am resolv'd to bear a greater storm,
And that I'll write upon thy burgonet,
The rampant bear chain’d to the ragged staff,
York. Look in a glass, and call thy image so; Even to affright thee with the view thereof.
And tread it underfoot with all contempt, That with the very shaking of their chains
Despite the bear-ward that protects the bear. They may astonish these fell-looking curs :
Y. Clif. And so to arms, victorious father, Bid Salisbury, and Warwick, come to me.
To quell the rebels, and their 'complices. Drums. Enter Warwick and Salisbury, with Forces. Rich. Fie! charity! for shame ! speak not in spite, Clif. Are these thy bears? we'll bait thy bears to For you shall sup with Jesu Christ to-night. death,
Y. Clif. Foul stigmatic, that's more than thou canst And manacle the bear-ward in their chains,
tell. If thou dar'st bring them to the baiting-place.
Rich. If not in heaven, you'll surely sup in hell. Rich. Oft have I seen a hot o'erweening cur
[Exeunt severally. Run back and bite, because he was withheld ;
SCENE II.-Saint Albans.
Alarums : Excursions. Enter WARWICK.
War. Clifford of Cumberland ! 'tis Warwick calls ; If you oppose yourselves to match lord Warwick. And if thou dost not hide thee from the bear,
Clif. Hence, heap of wrath, foul indigested lump, Now, when the angry trumpet sounds alarm, As crooked in thy manners as thy shape !
And dead men's cries do fill the empty air, York. Nay, we shall heat you thoroughly anon. Clifford, I say, come forth and fight with me! Clif. Take heed, lest by your heat you burn your- Proud northern lord, Clifford of Cumberland, selves.
Warwick is hoarse with calling thee to arms. K. Hen. Why, Warwick, hath thy knee forgot to
Enter YORK. bow?
How now, my noble lord! what, all a-foot? Old Salisbury,-shame to thy silver hair,
York. The deadly-handed Clifford slew my steed; Thou mad misleader of thy brain-sick son ! —
But match to match I have encounter'd him, What, wilt thou on thy death-bed play the ruffian, And made a prey for carrion kites and crows And seek for sorrow with thy spectacles ?
Even of the bonny beast he lov'd so well. 0! where is faith? O! where is loyalty?
Enter CLIFFORD. If it be banish'd from the frosty head,
War. Of one or both of us the time is come. Where shall it find a harbour in the earth ?
York. Hold, Warwick! seek thee out some other Wilt thou go dig a grave to find out war,
For I myself must hunt this deer to death.
Alarums : Excursions. Enter King Henry, Queen War. Then, nobly, York; 'tis for a crown thou
MARGARET, and others, flying. fight'st.—
Q. Mar. Away, my lord ! you are slow: for shame, As I intend, Clifford, to thrive to-day,
away! It grieves my soul to leave thee unassail'd.
K. Hen. Can we outrun the heavens? good Marga
[Exit WARWICK. ret, stay. Clif. What seest thou in me, York? why dost thou Q. Mar. What are you made of? you'll nor fight, pause ?
nor fly: York. With thy brave bearing should I be in love, Now is it manhood, wisdom, and defence, But that thou art so fast mine enemy.
To give the enemy way; and to secure us Clif. Nor should thy prowess want praise and esteem, By what we can, which can no more but fly. But that 'tis shown ignobly, and in treason.
[Alarum afar of York. So let it help me now against thy sword, If you be ta’en, we then should see the bottom As I in justice and true right express it.
of all our fortunes; but if we haply scape,
And where this breach, now in our fortunes made, [They #ght, and Clifford falls and dies. May readily be stopp'd. York. Thus war hath given thee peace, for thou art
Enter young Clifford. still.
Y. Clif. But that my heart's on future mischief set,
But fly you must: uncurable discomfit
Away, for your relief; and we will live
[Exeunt. Throw in the frozen bosoms of our part
SCENE III.-Fields near Saint Albans.
Alarum: Retreat. Flourish; then enter YORK, RICHARD Hath no self-love; nor he, that loves himself,
PLANTAGENET, Warwick, and Soldiers, with Drum Hath not essentially, but by circumstance,
and Colours. The name of valour.-0! let the vile world end, York. Old Salisbury, who can report of him?
[Seeing his Father's body. That winter lion, who in rage forgets And the premised flames of the last day
Aged contusions and all bruise of time, Knit earth and heaven together!
And, like a gallant in the bloom of youth, Now let the general trumpet blow his blast,
Repairs him with occasion ? this happy day Particularities and petty sounds
Is not itself, nor have we won one foot, To cease !—Wast thou ordain'd, dear father,
If Salisbury be lost. To lose thy youth in peace, and to achieve
My noble father, The silver livery of advised age,
Three times to-day I holp him to his horse, And, in thy reverence, and thy chair-days, thus Three times bestrid him; thrice I led him off, To die in ruffian battle?—Even at this sight,
Persuaded him from any farther act: My heart is turn’d to stone: and while 'tis mine, But still, where danger was, still there I met him; It shall be stony. York not our old men spares ; And like rich hangings in a homely house, No more will I their babes : tears virginal
So was his will in his old feeble body. Shall be to me even as the dew to fire;
But, noble as he is, look where he comes. And beauty, that the tyrant oft reclaims,
Enter SalisbuRY. Shall to my flaming wrath be oil and flax.
Sal. Now, by my sword, well hast thou fought toHenceforth I will not have to do with pity :
day; Meet I an infant of the house of York,
By the mass, so did we all.— I thank you, Richard: Into as many gobbets will I cut it,
God knows how long it is I have to live, As wild Medea young Absyrtus did :
And it hath pleas'd him, that three times to-day In cruelty will I seek out my fame.
You have defended me from imminent death, Come, thou new ruin of old Clifford's house;
Well, lords, we have not got that which we have :
[Taking up the Body. 'Tis not enough our foes are this time fled, As did Æneas old Anchises bear,
Being opposites of such repairing nature. So bear I thee upon my manly shoulders;
York. I know our safety is to follow them;
For, as I hear, the king is fled to London,
lord Warwick ? shall we after them? Rich. So, lie thou there;
War. After them ? nay, before them, if we can. For, underneath an alehouse' paltry sign,
Now, by my hand, lords, 'twas a glorious day: The Castle in Saint Albans, Somerset
Saint Albans' battle, won by famous York, Hath made the wizard famous in his death.
Shall be eterniz'd in all age to come.Sword, hold thy temper; heart, be wrathful still: Sound, drums and trumpets !-and to London all ; Priests pray for enemies, but princes kill. [Exit. And more such days as these to us befall! [Exeunt.
KING HENRY VI.
King HENRY THE Sixth.
Sir John MORTIMER, Uncles to the Duke of EDWARD, Prince Wales, his
Sir Hugh Mortimer, York. Lewis XI., King of France.
Henry, Earl of Richmond, a Youth. Duke of SOMERSET,
Lord Rivers, Brother to Lady Grey, Sir WilDuke of Exeter,
LIAM STANLEY. Sir John MONTGOMERY. Sir Earl of OXFORD,
on King Henry's John SOMERVILLE. Tutor to Rutland. Mayor Earl of NORTHUMBERLAND,
of York. Lieutenant of the Tower. A NobleEarl of WESTMORELAND,
man. Two Keepers. A Huntsman. A Son LORD CLIFFORD,
that has killed his Father. A Father that has RICHARD PLANTAGENET, Duke of York.
killed his Son. EDWARD, Earl of March, afterwards King Edward IV.,
his EDMUND, Earl of Rutland,
Lady Grey, afterwards Queen to Edward IV.
Bona, Sister to the French Queen.
Soldiers, and other Attendants on King Henry MARQUESS OF MONTAGUE,
and King Edward, Messengers, Watchmen, Earl of WARWICK, of the Duke of
&c. EARL OF PEMBROKE,
SCENE, during part of the Third Act, in France; during the rest of the Play in England.
Norf. Such hope have all the line of John of Gaunt!
Rich. Thus do I hope to shake king Henry's head. enter the Duke of YORK, EDWARD, RICHARD, NorFOLK, Montague, Warwick, and others, with white Before I see thee seated in that throne,
War. And so do 1.–Victorious prince of York, Roses in their Hats.
Which now the house of Lancaster usurps, War. I wonder how the king escap'd our hands. I vow by heaven these eyes shall never close.
York. While we pursued the horsemen of the north, This is the palace of the fearful king, He slily stole away, and left his men:
And this the regal seat: possess it, York; Whereat the great lord of Northumberland,
For this is thine, and not king Henry's heirs'. Whose warlike ears could never brook retreat,
York. Assist me, then, sweet Warwick, and I will ; Cheer'd up the drooping army; and himself,
For hither we have broken in by force. Lord Clifford, and lord Stafford, all a-breast,
Norf. We'll all assist you: he, that flies, shall die. Charg'd our main battle's front, and, breaking in, York. Thanks, gentle Norfolk.–Stay by me, my Were by the swords of common soldiers slain.
lords :Edw. Lord Stafford's father, duke of Buckingham, And, soldiers, stay, and lodge by me this night. Is either slain, or wounded dangerously :
War. And, when the king comes, offer him no I cleft his beaver with a downright blow;
violence, That this is true, father, behold his blood.
seek to thrust you out by force. [They retire. [Showing his bloody Sword.
York. The queen this day here holds her parliaMont. And, brother, here's the earl of Wiltshire's ment, blood,
[To YORK, showing his. But little thinks we shall be of her council. Whom I encounter'd as the battles joined.
By words or blows here let us win our right. Rich. Speak thou for me, and tell them what I did. Rich. Arm'd as we are, let's stay within this house.
[ Throwing down the Duke of Somerset's Head. War. The bloody parliament shall this be callid, York. Richard hath best desery'd of all my sons.- Unless Plantagenet, duke of York, be king,
And bashful Henry depos’d, whose cowardice
War. Poor Clifford ! how I scorn his worthless Hath made us by-words to our enemies.
threats. York. Then leave me not, my lords; be resolute, York. Will you, we show our title to the crown? I mean to take possession of my right.
If not, our swords shall plead it in the field. War. Neither the king, nor he that loves him best, K. Hen. What title hast thou, traitor, to the crown? The proudest he that holds up Lancaster,
Thy father was, as thou art, duke of York ; Dares stir a wing, if Warwick shake his bells. Thy grandfather, Roger Mortimer, earl of March. I'll plant Plantagenet, root him up who dares.- I am the son of Henry the fifth, Resolve thee, Richard; claim the English crown. Who made the Dauphin and the French to stoop, [Warwick leads York to the Throne, who seats himself. And seiz'd upon their towns and provinces. (Flourish. Enter King Henry, Clifford, NORTHUM- War. Talk not of France, sith thou hast lost it all.
BERLAND, WestmoRELAND, Exeter, and others, with K. Hen. The lord protector lost it, and not I: red Roses in their Hats.
When I was crown'd, I was but nine months old. K. Hen. My lords, look where the sturdy rebel sits, Rich. You are old enough now, and yet, methinks, Even in the chair of state ! belike, he means, Back’d by the power of Warwick, that false peer, Father, tear the crown from the 'usurper's head. To aspire unto the crown, and reign as king.
Edw. Sweet father, do so: set it on your head. Earl of Northumberland, he slew thy father ;
Mont. Good brother, [To York.] as thou lov’st and And thine, lord Clifford : you have vow'd revenge
North. If I be not, heavens be reveng'd on me! Rich. Sound drums and trumpets, and the king will fly.
speak. My heart for anger burns; I cannot brook it.
War. Plantagenet shall speak first : hear him, lords ; K. Hen. Be patient, gentle earl of Westmoreland. And be you silent and attentive too,
Clif. Patience is for poltroons, such as he : For he that interrupts him shall not live. He durst not sit there had your father liv’d.
K. Hen. Think'st thou, that I will leave my kingly My gracious lord, here in the parliament
throne, Let us assail the family of York.
Wherein my grandsire, and my father, sat? North. Well hast thou spoken, cousin : be it so. No: first shall war unpeople this my realm;
K. Hen. Ah! know you not, the city favours them, Ay, and their colours-often borne in France, And they have troops of soldiers at their beck ? And now in England, to our heart's great sorrow,
Exe. But when the duke is slain, they'll quickly fly. Shall be my winding sheet.—Why faint you, lords? K. Hen. Far be the thought of this from Henry's My title's good, and better far than his. heart,
War. Prove it, Henry, and thou shalt be king. To make a shambles of the parliament-house!
K. Hen. Henry the fourth by conquest got the Cousin of Exeter, frowns, words, and threats,
crown. Shall be the war that Henry means to use.
York. "Twas by rebellion against his king. [They advance to the Duke. K. Hen. I know not what to say: my title's Thou factious duke of York, descend my throne,
[ Aside. And kneel for
Tell me, may not a king adopt an heir ?
York. What then ?
K. Hen. An if he may, then am I lawful king; Exe. For shame! come down : he made thee duke For Richard, in the view of many lords, of York.
Resign'd the crown to Henry the fourth, York. 'Twas my inheritance, as the earldom was. Whose heir my father was, and I am his. Exe. Thy father was a traitor to the crown.
York. He rose against him, being his sovereign, War. Exeter, thou art a traitor to the crown And made him to resign his crown perforce. In following this usurping Henry.
War. Suppose, my lords, he did it unconstrain'd, Clif. Whom should he follow, but his natural king? Think you, 'twere prejudicial to his crown? War. True, Clifford; that is Richard, duke of York. Exe. No; for he could not so resign his crown, K. Hen. And shall I stand, and thou sit in my But that the next heir should succeed and reign. throne ?
K. Hen. Art thou against us, duke of Exeter? York. It must and shall be so. Content thyself. Exe. His is the right, and therefore pardon me. War. Be duke of Lancaster : let him be king. York. Why whisper you, my lords, and answer not?
West. He is both king and duke of Lancaster; Exe. My conscience tells me he is lawful king. And that the lord of Westmoreland shall maintain. K. Hen. All will revolt from me, and turn to him. War. And Warwick sball disprove it.
North. Plantagenet, for all the claim thou lay'st, That we are those which chas'd you from the field, Think not, that Henry sball be so depos'd. And slew your fathers, and with colours spread War. Depos'd he shall be in despite of all. March'd through the city to the palace gates.
North. Thou art deceiv’d: 'tis not thy southern North. Yes, Warwick, I remember it to my grief;
power, And, by his soul, thou and thy house shall rue it. Of Essex, Norfolk, Suffolk, nor of Kent,
West. Plantagenet, of thee, and these thy sons, Which makes thee thus presumptuous and proud, Thy kinsmen, and thy friends, I'll have more lives, Can set the duke up in despite of me. Than drops of blood were in my father's veins.
Clif. King Henry, be thy title right or wrong, Clif. Urge it no more ; lest that instead of words Lord Clifford vows to fight in thy defence : I send thee, Warwick, such a messenger,
May that ground gape, and swallow me alive, As shall revenge his death before I stir.
Where I shall kneel to him that slew my father!
K. Hen. O Clifford, how thy words revive my heart! Had'st thou but lov'd bim half so well as I, York. Henry of Lancaster, resign my crown.- Or felt that pain which I did for him once, What mutter you, or what conspire you, lords ? Or nourish'd him, as I did with my blood,
War. Do right unto this princely duke of York, Thou wouldst have left thy dearest heart-blood there, Or I will fill the house with armed men,
Rather than have made that savage duke thine heir, And, o'er the chair of state, where now he sits, And disinherited thine on Write up his title with usurping blood.
Prince. Father, you cannot disinherit me. [He stamps, and the Soldiers show themselves. If you be king, why should not I'succeed ! K. Hen. My lord of Warwick, hear me but one word. K. Hen. Pardon me, Margaret ;-pardon me, sweet Let me for this my life-time reign as king.
York. Confirm the crown to me, and to mine heirs, The earl of Warwick, and the duke, enforc'd me. And thou shalt reign in quiet while thou liv'st.
Q. Mar. Enforc'd thee! art thou king, and wilt be K. Hen. I am content: Richard Plantagenet,
forcod ? Enjoy the kingdom after my decease.
I shame to hear thee speak. Ah, timorous wretch ! Clif. What wrong is this unto the prince your son ? Thou hast undone thyself
, thy son, and me, War. What good is this to England, and himself? And given unto the house of York such head, West. Base, fearful, and despairing Henry! As thou shalt reign but by their sufferance. Clif. How bast thou injur'd both thyself and us! T'entail him and his heirs unto the crown, West. I cannot stay to hear these articles.
What is it, but to make thy sepulchre,
And creep into it far before thy time?
, faint-hearted and degenerate king, Stern Faulconbridge commands the narrow seas; In whose cold blood no spark of honour bides. The duke is made protector of the realm;
North. Be thou a prey unto the house of York, And yet shalt thou be safe? such safety finds And die in bands for this unmanly deed!
The trembling lamb, environed with wolves. Clif. In dreadful war may'st thou be overcome,
Had I been there, which am a silly woman, Or live in peace, abandon'd, and despis'd !
The soldiers should have toss'd me on their pikes, [Exeunt NORTHUMBERLAND, CLIFFORD, and Before I would have granted to that act; WESTMORELAND.
But thou preferr'st thy life before thine honour: War. Turn this way, Henry, and regard them not. And seeing thou dost, I here divorce myself, Exe. They seek revenge, and therefore will not yield. Both from thy table, Henry, and thy bed, K. Hen. Ah, Exeter!
Until that act of parliament be repeal'd, War.
Why should you sigh, my lord ? Whereby my son is disinherited. K. Hen. Not for myself, lord Warwick, but my son, The northern lords, that have forsworn thy colours, Whom I unnaturally shall disinherit.
Will follow mine, if once they see them spread; But be it as it may, I here entail
And spread they shall be, to thy foul disgrace, The crown to thee, and to thine heirs for ever; [To York. And utter ruin of the house of York. Conditionally, that here thou take an oath
Thus do I leave thee.-Come, son, let's away: To cease this civil war, and, whilst I live,
Our army is ready; come, we'll after them. To honour me as thy king and sovereign;
K. Hen. Stay, gentle Margaret, and hear me speak. And neither by treason, nor hostility,
Q. Mar. Thou hast spoke too much already: get To seek to put me down, and reign thyself. York. This oath I willingly take, and will perform. K. Hen. Gentle son Edward, thou wilt stay with me?
(Coming from the Throne. Q. Mar. Ay, to be murder'd by his enemies. War. Long live king Henry!—Plantagenet, embrace Prince. When I return with victory from the field, him.
I'll see your grace; till then, I'll follow her. K. Hen. And long live thou, and these thy forward Q. Mar. Come, son; away! we may not linger thus. sons !
[Exeunt Queen MARGARET, and the Prince. York. Now York and Lancaster are reconcil'd. K. Hen. Poor queen! how love to me, and to her son, Ere. Accurs'd be he, that seeks to make them foes! Hath made her break out into terms of rage.
[Sennet. The Lords come forward. Reveng'd may she be on that hateful duke, York. Farewell, my gracious lord : I'll to my castle. Whose haughty spirit, winged with desire, War. And I'll keep London with my soldiers. Will cost my crown, and like an empty eagle Norf. And I to Norfolk with my followers. Tire on the flesh of me, and of my son! Mont. And I unto the sea, from whence I came. The loss of those three lords torments my heart: [Exeunt York, and his Sons, WARWICK, Norfolk, I'll write unto them, and entreat them fair.MONTAGUE, Soldiers, and Attendants.
Come, cousin; you shall be the messenger. K. Hen. And I, with grief and sorrow, to the court. Exe. And I, I hope, shall reconcile them all. [Exeunt. Enter Queen MARGARET and the Prince of Wales.
SCENE II.--A Room in Sandal Castle, near Wakefield. Exe. Here comes the queen, whose looks bewray her
Enter EDWARD, RICHARD, and Montague. anger:
Rich. Brother, though I be youngest, give me leave. K. Hen. Exeter, so will I.
[Going. Edw. No; I can better play the orator. Q. Mar. Nay, go not from me; I will follow thee. Mont. But I have reasons strong and forcible. K. Hen. Be patient, gentle queen, and I will stay.
Enter YORK. Q. Mar. Who can be patient in such extremes ? York. Why, how now, sons, and brother! at a strife? Ah, wretched man! would I had died a maid, What is your quarrel ? how began it first? And never seen thee, never borne thee son,
Edw. No quarrel, but a slight contention. Seeing thou hast prov'd so unnatural a father!
York. About what? Hath he deserv'd to lose his birthright thus?
Rich. About that which concerns your grace, and us;
I'll steal away.