London. The Parliament-House. |
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Drums. Some Soldiers of YORK'S party break in. Then, enter the DUKE OF YORK, EDWARD, RICHARD, NORFOLK, MONTAGUE, WARWICK, and Others, with white roses in their hats. |
War. I wonder how the king escap'd our hands. |
York. While we pursu'd the horsemen of the north, |
He slily stole away and left his men: |
Whereat the great Lord of Northumberland, |
Whose warlike ears could never brook retreat, |
Cheer'd up the drooping army; and himself, |
Lord Clifford, and Lord Stafford, all abreast, |
Charg'd our main battle's front, and breaking in |
Were by the swords of common soldiers slain. |
Edw. Lord Stafford's father, Duke of Buckingham, |
Is either slain or wounded dangerously; |
I cleft his beaver with a downright blow: |
That this is true, father, behold his blood. [Showing his bloody sword. |
Mont. And, brother, here's the Earl of Wiltshire's blood, [To YORK, showing his. |
Whom I encounter'd as the battles join'd. |
Rich. Speak thou for me, and tell them what I did. [Throwing down the DUKE OF SOMERSET'S head. |
York. Richard hath best deserv'd of all my sons. |
But, is your Grace dead, my Lord of Somerset? |
Norf. Such hope have all the line of John of Gaunt! |
Rich. Thus do I hope to shake King Henry's head. |
War. And so do I. Victorious Prince of York, |
Before I see thee seated in that throne |
Which now the house of Lancaster usurps, |
I vow by heaven these eyes shall never close. |
This is the palace of the fearful king, |
And this the regal seat: possess it, York; |
For this is thine, and not King Henry's heirs'. |
York. Assist me, then, sweet Warwick, and I will; |
For hither we have broken in by force. |
Norf. We'll all assist you; he that flies shall die. |
York. Thanks, gentle Norfolk. Stay by me, my lords; |
And, soldiers, stay and lodge by me this night. |
War. And when the king comes, offer him no violence, |
Unless he seek to thrust you out perforce. [The Soldiers retire. |
York. The queen this day here holds her parliament, |
But little thinks we shall be of her council: |
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 shall this be call'd, |
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 best, |
The proudest he that holds up Lancaster, |
Dares stir a wing if Warwick shake his bells. |
I'll plant Plantagenet, root him up who dares. |
Resolve thee, Richard; claim the English crown. [WARWICK leads YORK to the throne, who seats himself. |
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Flourish. Enter KING HENRY, CLIFFORD, NORTHUMBERLAND, WESTMORELAND, EXETER, and Others, with red roses in their hats. |
K. Hen. My lords, look where the sturdy rebel sits, |
Even in the chair of state! belike he means— |
Back'd by the power of Warwick, that false peer— |
To aspire unto the crown and reign as king. |
Earl of Northumberland, he slew thy father, |
And thine, Lord Clifford; and you both have vow'd revenge |
On him, his sons, his favourites, and his friends. |
North. If I be not, heavens be reveng'd on me! |
Clif. The hope thereof makes Clifford mourn in steel. |
West. What! shall we suffer this? let's pluck him down: |
My heart for anger burns; I cannot brook it. |
K. Hen. Be patient, gentle Earl of Westmoreland. |
Clif. Patience is for poltroons, such as he: |
He durst not sit there had your father liv'd. |
My gracious lord, here in the parliament |
Let us assail the family of York. |
North. Well hast thou spoken, cousin: be it so. |
K. Hen. Ah! know you not the city favours them, |
And they have troops of soldiers at their beck? |
Exe. But when the duke is slain they'll quickly fly. |
K. Hen. Far be the thought of this from Henry's heart, |
To make a shambles of the parliament-house! |
Cousin of Exeter, frowns, words, and threats, |
Shall be the war that Henry means to use. [They advance to the DUKE. |
Thou factious Duke of York, descend my throne, |
And kneel for grace and mercy at my feet; |
I am thy sovereign. |
York. I am thine. |
Exe. For shame! come down: he made thee Duke of York. |
York. 'Twas my inheritance, as the earldom was. |
Exe. Thy father was a traitor to the crown. |
War. Exeter, thou art a traitor to the crown |
In following this usurping Henry. |
Clif. Whom should he follow but his natural king? |
War. True, Clifford; and that's Richard, Duke of York. |
K. Hen. And shall I stand, and thou sit in my throne? |
York. It must and shall be so: content thyself. |
War. Be Duke of Lancaster: let him be king. |
West. He is both king and Duke of Lancaster; |
And that the Lord of Westmoreland shall maintain. |
War. And Warwick shall disprove it. You forget |
That we are those which chas'd you from the field |
And slew your fathers, and with colours spread |
March'd through the city to the palace gates. |
North. Yes, Warwick, I remember it to my grief; |
And, by his soul, thou and thy house shall rue it. |
West. Plantagenet, of thee, and these thy sons, |
Thy kinsmen and thy friends, I'll have more lives |
Than drops of blood were in my father's veins. |
Clif. Urge it no more; lest that instead of words, |
I send thee, Warwick, such a messenger |
As shall revenge his death before I stir. |
War. Poor Clifford! how I scorn his worthless threats. |
York. Will you we show our title to the crown? |
If not, our swords shall plead it in the field. |
K. Hen. What title hast 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, sith thou hast lost it all. |
K. Hen. The Lord Protector lost it, and not I: |
When I was crown'd I was but nine months old. |
Rich. You are old enough now, and yet, methinks, you lose. |
Father, tear the crown from the usurper's head. |
Edw. Sweet father, do so; set it on your head. |
Mont. [To YORK.] 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. Hen. Peace thou! and give King Henry leave to speak. |
War. Plantagenet shall speak first: hear him, lords; |
And be you silent and attentive too, |
For he that interrupts him shall not live. |
K. Hen. Think'st thou that I will leave my kingly throne, |
Wherein my grandsire and my father sat? |
No: first shall war unpeople this my realm; |
Ay, and their colours, often borne in France, |
And now in England to our heart's great sorrow, |
Shall be my winding-sheet. Why faint you, lords? |
My title's good, and better far than his. |
War. Prove it, Henry, and thou shalt be king. |
K. Hen. Henry the Fourth by conquest got the crown. |
York. 'Twas by rebellion against his king. |
K. Hen. [Aside.] I know not what to say: my title's weak. |
[Aloud.] Tell me, may not a king adopt an heir? |
York. What then? |
K. Hen. An if he may, then am I lawful king; |
For Richard, in the view of many lords, |
Resign'd the crown to Henry the Fourth, |
Whose 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? |
Exe. No; for he could not so resign his crown |
But that the next heir should succeed and reign. |
K. Hen. Art thou against us, Duke of Exeter? |
Exe. 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. Hen. [Aside.] All will revolt from me, and turn to him. |
North. Plantagenet, for all the claim thou lay'st, |
Think not that Henry shall be so depos'd. |
War. Depos'd he shall be in despite of all. |
North. Thou art deceiv'd: 'tis not thy southern power, |
Of Essex, Norfolk, Suffolk, nor of Kent, |
Which makes thee thus presumptuous and proud, |
Can set the duke up in despite 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 slew my father! |
K. Hen. O 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 I will fill the house with armed men, |
And o'er the chair of state, where now he sits, |
Write up his title with usurping blood. [He stamps with his foot, and the Soldiers show themselves. |
K. Hen. My Lord of Warwick, hear me but one word:— |
Let me for this my life-time reign as king. |
York. Confirm the crown to me and to mine heirs, |
And thou shalt reign in quiet while thou liv'st. |
K. Hen. 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 and himself! |
West. Base, fearful, and despairing Henry! |
Clif. 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. |
West. Farewell, faint-hearted and degenerate king, |
In whose cold blood no spark of honour bides. |
North. Be thou a prey unto the house of York, |
And die in bands for this unmanly deed! |
Clif. In dreadful war mayst thou be overcome, |
Or live in peace abandon'd and despis'd! [Exeunt NORTHUMBERLAND, CLIFFORD, and WESTMORELAND. |
War. Turn this way, Henry, and regard them not. |
Exe. They seek revenge and therefore will not yield. |
K. Hen. Ah! Exeter. |
War. Why should you sigh, my lord? |
K. Hen. Not for myself, Lord Warwick, but my son, |
Whom I unnaturally shall disinherit. |
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, whilst I live, |
To honour me as thy king and sovereign; |
And neither by treason nor hostility |
To seek to put me down and reign thyself. |
York. This oath I willingly take and will perform. [Coming from the throne. |
War. Long live King Henry! Plantagenet, embrace him. |
K. Hen. And long live thou and these thy forward sons! |
York. Now York and Lancaster are reconcil'd. |
Exe. Accurs'd be he that seeks to make them foes! [Sennet. The Lords come forward. |
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 and his Sons, WARWICK, NORFOLK, MONTAGUE, Soldiers, and Attendants. |
K. Hen. And I, with grief and sorrow, to the court. |
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Enter QUEEN MARGARET and the PRINCE OF WALES. |
Exe. Here comes the queen, whose looks bewray her anger: |
I'll steal away. [Going. |
K. Hen. Exeter, so will I. [Going. |
Q. Mar. Nay, go not from me; I will follow thee. |
K. Hen. Be patient, gentle queen, and I will stay. |
Q. Mar. Who can be patient in such extremes? |
Ah! wretched man; would I had died 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 birthright thus? |
Hadst thou but lov'd him half so well as I, |
Or felt that pain which I did for him once, |
Or nourish'd him as I did with my blood, |
Thou wouldst have left thy dearest heart-blood there, |
Rather than have made that savage duke thine heir, |
And disinherited thine only son. |
Prince. Father, you cannot disinherit me: |
If you be king, why should not I succeed? |
K. Hen. Pardon me, Margaret; pardon me, sweet son; |
The Earl of Warwick, and the duke, enforc'd me. |
Q. Mar. Enforc'd thee! art thou king, and wilt be forc'd? |
I shame to hear thee speak. Ah! timorous wretch; |
Thou hast undone thyself, 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 environed with wolves. |
Had I been there, which am a silly woman, |
The soldiers should have toss'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 dost, I here divorce myself, |
Both from thy table, Henry, and thy bed, |
Until that act of parliament be repeal'd |
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. Hen. Stay, gentle Margaret, and hear me speak. |
Q. Mar. Thou hast spoke too much already: get thee gone. |
K. Hen. Gentle son Edward, thou wilt stay with me? |
Q. Mar. Ay, to be murder'd by his enemies. |
Prince. When I return with victory from the field |
I'll see your Grace: till then, I'll follow her. |
Q. Mar. Come, son, away; we may not linger thus. [Exeunt QUEEN MARGARET and the PRINCE OF WALES. |
K. Hen. Poor queen! how love to me and to her son |
Hath made her break out into terms of rage. |
Reveng'd may she be on that hateful duke, |
Whose haughty spirit, winged with desire, |
Will cost my crown, and like an empty eagle |
Tire on the flesh of me and of my son! |
The loss of those three lords torments my heart: |
I'll write unto them, and entreat them fair. |
Come, cousin; you shall be the messenger. |
Exe. And I, I hope, shall reconcile them all. [Exeunt. |
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