A Room in Sandal Castle, near Wakefield, in Yorkshire. |
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Enter EDWARD, RICHARD, and MONTAGUE. |
Rich. Brother, though I be youngest, give me leave. |
Edw. No, I can better play the orator. |
Mont. But I have reasons strong and forcible. |
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Enter YORK. |
York. Why, how now, sons and brother! at a strife? |
What is your quarrel? how began it first? |
Edw. No quarrel, but a slight contention. |
York. About what? |
Rich. About that which concerns your Grace and us; |
The crown of England, father, which is yours. |
York. Mine, boy? not till King Henry be dead. |
Rich. Your right depends not on his life or death. |
Edw. Now you are heir, therefore enjoy it now: |
By giving the house of Lancaster leave to breathe, |
It will outrun you, father, in the end. |
York. I took an oath that he should quietly reign. |
Edw. But for a kingdom any oath may be broken: |
I would break a thousand oaths to reign one year. |
Rich. No; God forbid your Grace should be forsworn. |
York. I shall be, if I claim by open war. |
Rich. I'll prove the contrary, if you'll hear me speak. |
York. Thou canst not, son; it is impossible. |
Rich. An oath is of no moment, being not took |
Before a true and lawful magistrate |
That hath authority over him that swears: |
Henry had none, but did usurp the place; |
Then, seeing 'twas he that made you to depose, |
Your oath, my lord, is vain and frivolous. |
Therefore, to arms! And, father, do but think |
How sweet a thing it is to wear a crown, |
Within whose circuit is Elysium, |
And all that poets feign of bliss and joy. |
Why do we linger thus? I cannot rest |
Until the white rose that I wear be dy'd |
Even in the lukewarm blood of Henry's heart. |
York. Richard, enough, I will be king, or die. |
Brother, thou shalt to London presently, |
And whet on Warwick to this enterprise. |
Thou, Richard, shalt unto the Duke of Norfolk, |
And tell him privily of our intent. |
You, Edward, shall unto my Lord Cobham, |
With whom the Kentishmen will willingly rise: |
In them I trust; for they are soldiers, |
Witty, courteous, liberal, full of spirit. |
While you are thus employ'd, what resteth more, |
But that I seek occasion how to rise, |
And yet the king not privy to my drift, |
Nor any of the house of Lancaster? |
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Enter a Messenger. |
But, stay: what news? why com'st thou in such post? |
Mess. The queen with all the northern earls and lords |
Intend here to besiege you in your castle. |
She is hard by with twenty thousand men, |
And therefore fortify your hold, my lord. |
York. Ay, with my sword. What! think'st thou that we fear them? |
Edward and Richard, you shall stay with me; |
My brother Montague shall post to London: |
Let noble Warwick, Cobham, and the rest, |
Whom we have left protectors of the king, |
With powerful policy strengthen themselves, |
And trust not simple Henry nor his oaths. |
Mont. Brother, I go; I'll win them, fear it not: |
And thus most humbly I do take my leave. [Exit. |
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Enter SIR JOHN and SIR HUGH MORTIMER. |
York. Sir John, and Sir Hugh Mortimer, mine uncles! |
You are come to Sandal in a happy hour; |
The army of the queen mean to besiege us. |
Sir John. She shall not need, we'll meet her in the field. |
York. What! with five thousand men? |
Rich. Ay, with five hundred, father, for a need: |
A woman's general; what should we fear? [A march afar off. |
Edw. I hear their drums; let's set our men in order, |
And issue forth and bid them battle straight. |
York. Five men to twenty! though the odds be great, |
I doubt not, uncle, of our victory. |
Many a battle have I won in France, |
When as the enemy hath been ten to one: |
Why should I not now have the like success? [Alarum. Exeunt. |
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