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Clif. Health and all happiness to my lord the Sal. My lord, I have consider'd with my king!
[h'neels. The title of this most renowned duke; York. I thank thee, Clifford : Say, what news And in my conscience do repnte his grace with thee?
The rightful heir to England's royal seat. Nay, do not fright us with an angry look: K. Hen. Hast thou not sworn allegiance We are thy sovereign, Clifford, kneel again ;
unto me? For thy mistaking so, we pardon thee.
Sal. I have. Clif: This is my king, York, I do not mis. K. Hen. Canst thou dispense with heaven for take;
such an oath ? But thou mistak'st me much, to think I do: Sal. It is great sin, to swear unto a sin; To Bedlam with him! is the man grown mad? But greater sin, to keep a sinful oath. K. Hen. Ay, Clifford; a bedlam and ambi- Who can be bound by any solemn vow tious humour
To do a murderous deed, to rob a man,
Clif. He is a traitor; let him to the Tower, To reave the orphan of his patrimony,
Q. Mar. He is arrested, but will not obey; And have no other reason for this wrong, His sons, he says, shall give their words for But that he was bound by a solemn oath? him.
Q. Mar. A subtle traitor needs no sophister. York. Will you not, gons ?
K. Hen. Call Buckingham, and bid him arm Edw. Ay, noble father, if our words will
York. Call Buckingham, and all the friends Rich. And if words will not, then our wea
I am resolv'd for death, or dignity. Clif. Why, what a brood of traitors have Clif. The first I warrant thee, if dreams we here!
prove true. York. Look in a glass, and call thy image War. You were best to go to bed, and dream
(tor. again, I am thy king, and thou a false-heart trai- To keep thee from the tempest of the field. Call hither to the stake my two brave bears, Clif. I am resolv'd to bear a greater storm, That, with the very shaking of their chains, Than any thou canst conjure up to-day; They may astonish these fell lurking curs; And that I'll write upon thy burgonet, Bid Salisbury, and Warwick, come to me. Might I but know thee by thy household
badge. Drums. Enter WARWICK and SALISBURY, War. Now, by my father's badge, old Newith Forces.
vil's crest, Clif. Are these thy bears ? we'll bait thy This day I'll wear aloft my burgonet,*
The rampant bear'chain'd to the ragged staff, bears to death, And manacle the bear-wardt in their chains,
(As on a mountain-top the cedar shows, if thou dar’st bring them to the baiting. Even to affright thee
with the view thereof.
That keeps his leaves in spite of any storm,) place. Rich. Oft have I seen a hot o'erweening
Clif. And from thy burgonet I'll rend thy
bear, Run back and bite, because he was withheld: And tread it under foot with all contempt, Who, being suffer'd with the bear's fell paw,
Despight the bear-ward that protects the
bear. Hath clapp'd his tail between his legs, and
Y. Clif. And so to arms, victorious father, cry'd : And such a piece of service will you do,
the rebels, and their 'complices.
Rich. Fie! charity, for shame! speak not in If you oppose yourselves to match lord Warwick.
spite, Clif. Hence, heap of wrath, foul indigested For you shall sup with Jesu Christ to-night.
Y. Clif. Foul stigmatic,t that's more than lump, As crooked in thy manners as thy shape!
thou canst tell. York. Nay, we shall heat you thoroughly
Rich. If not in heaven, you'll surely sup in hell.
[Exeunt severally. Clif. Take heed, lest by your heat you burn yourselves.
SCENE II.-Saint Albans. K. Hen. Why, Warwick, hath thy knee forgot to bow?
Alarums: Excursions. Enter WARWICK. Old Salisbury,-shame to thy silver hair, Thou mad misleader of thy brain-sick son!
War. Clifford of Cumberland, 'tis Warwick
calls! What, wilt thou on thy death-bed play the And if thou dost not hide thee from the bear,
ruffian, And seek for sorrow with thy spectacles ?
Now,-when the angry trumpet sounds alar 0, where is faith? 0, where is loyalty?
And dead men's cries do fill the empty air, If it be banish'd from the frosty head,
Clifford, I say, come forth and fight with me! Where shall it find a harbour in the earth ?
Proud northern lord, Clifford of Cumberland, Wilt thou go dig a grave to find out war,
Warwick is hoarse with calling thee to arms. And shame thine honourable age with blood? Why art thou old, and want'st experience?
Enter York. Or wherefore dost abuse it, if thou hast it? How now, my noble lord? what, all a-toot ? For shame! in duty bend thy knee to me, York. The deadly-handed Clifford slew my That bows unto the grave with mickle age.
steed; * The Nevils, carls of Warwick, had a bear and ragged
* Helmet. start for their crest.
+ One on whom nature has set a mark of deformity, a + Bear-keeper.
But match to match I have encounter'd him, Come, thou new ruin of old Clifford's house; And made a prey for carrion kites and crows
[Taking up the Body. Even of the bonny beast be lov'd so well. As did Æneas old Anchises bear,
So bear I thee upon my manly shoulders; Enter CLIFFORD.
But then Æneas bare a living load,
Nothing so heavy as these woes of mine. War. Of one or both of us the time is come.
(Eric. York. Hold, Warwick, seek thee out some other chace,
Enter Richard Plantagenet and SOMERSET, For I myself must hunt this deer to death.
fighting, and Somerset is killed. War. Then, nobly, York; 'tis for a crown thou fight'st.
Rich. So, lie thou there ;--As I intend, Clifford, to thrive to-day, For, underneath an alehouse' paltry sign, It grieves my soul to leave thee unassail'd. The Castle in Saint Albans, Somerset
[Exit WARWICK. Hath made the wizard famous in bis death. Clif. What seest thou in me, York? why Sword, hold thy temper; heart, be wrathful dost thou pause ?
still: York. With thy brave bearing should I be Priests pray for enemies, but princes kill. in love,
(Exit. But that thou art so fast mine enemy. Clif. Nor should thy prowess want praise Alarums : Excursions. Enter King HENRY, and esteem,
Queen MARGARET, and others, retreating. But that 'tis shown ignobly and in treason. 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. Flen. Can we outrun the heavens? good Clif. My soul and body on the action
Margaret, stay. both!
Q. Mar. What are you made of? you'll not York. A dreadful lay!*--address thee in- Now is it manhood, wisdom, and defence,
fight, nor fly: stantly.
[They fight, and Clifford falls. To give the enemy way: and to secure us Clif. La fin couronne les oeuvres. [Dics. By what we can, which can no more but fly. York. Thus war hath given thee peace, for
[Alarum afar off. thou art still.
If you be ta’en, we then should see the bottom Peace with his soul, heaven, if it be thy will! Of all our fortunes: but if we haply scape,
(As well we may, if not through your neglect,)
We shall to London get; where you are lov’d; Enter young CLIFFORD.
And where this breach, now in our fortunes
made, Y. Clif. Shame and confusion ! all is on the May readily be stoppid.
rout; Fear frames disorder, and disorder wounds
Enter young CLIFFORD. Where it should guard. () war, thou son of hell,
Y. Clif. But that my heart's on future misWhom angry heavens do make their minister, I would speak blasphemy ere bid you fly; Throw in the frozen bosoms of our part 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.--0, let the vile world Away, my lord, away!
(Seeing his dend Father. And the premisedt flames of the last day
SCENE III.-Fields near Saint Albans. Knit earth and heaven together!
Alurum: Retreat. Flourish ; then enter YORK, Now let the general trumpet blow his blast,
RICHARD PLANTAGENET, WARWICK, and Sol. Particularities and petty sounds
diers, with Drum and Colours. To cease!1–Wast thou ordain'd, dear father, To lose thy youth in peace, and to achieves York. Of Salisbury, who can report of him; The silver livery of advised|| age;
That winter lion, who, in rage forgets And, in thy reverence, and thy chair-days, Aged contusions and all brush of time; thus
And, like a gallant in the brow of youth, To die in ruffian battle?-Even at this sight, Repairs him with occasion ? this happy day My heart is turn’d to stone: and, while 'tis Is not itself, nor have we won one foot, mine,
If Salisbury be lost. It shall be stony. York not our old men spares; Rich. My noble father, No more will I their babes : tears virginal Three times to-day I hulp him to his horse, Shall be to me even as the dew to fire;
Three times bestríd him, thrice I led him off, And beauty, that the tyrant oft reclaims, Persuaded him from any further act: Shall to my faming wrath be oil and flax. But still, where danger was, still there I met Henceforth, I will not have to do with pity:
him ; Meet I an infant of the house of York, And like rich hangings in a homely house, Into as many gobbets will I cut it,
So was his will in bis old feeble body. As wild Medea young Absyrtus did: But, noble as he is, look where he comes. In cruelty will I seek out my fame.
* For parties. * A dreadful wager ; a tremendous stake.
+ 1. e. The gradual detrition of time. + Sent before their time.
II.e. The height of youth: the brow of a hill was | Obtain.
il Considerato summit,
York. I know, our safety is to follow them; Sul. Now, by my sword, well hast thou For, as I hear, the king is fed to London, fonght to-day;
To call a present court of parliament. By the mass, so did we all.-I thank you, What says lord Warwick; shall we after
Let us pursue him, ere the writs go forth:God knows, how long it is I have to live;
them? And it hath pleas'd him, that three times to-day You have defended me from imminent death.
War. After them! nay, before them, if we Well, lords, we have not got that which we have:
Now by my faith, lords, 'twas a glorious day: "Tis not enough our foes are this time fled,
Saint Albans' battle, won by famous York, Being opposites of such repairing nature.f
Shall be eterniz'd in all age to come.
Sound, drums and trumpets ;-and to London * l.e. We have not sec ou dat which we have acquired.
+ 1. c. Being enemies that are likely so soon to rally and | And more such days as tncse to us befall! vecuver themselves from this defeat.
KING HENRY VI.
KING HENRY THE SIXTH.
Sir John MORTIMER, Uncles to the Duke of EDWARD, Prince of Wales, his Son.
Sir Hugh MORTIMER, 3 York. Lewis X1. King of France.
HENRY, Earl of Richmond, a Youth. DUKE OF SOMERSET,-DUKE OF Exe- Lords LORD Rivers, Brother to Lady Grey.-SIR
TER,-EARL OF OXFORD,-Earl on King William STANLEY.-Sir John MONTGOMERY. OF NORTHUMBERLAND,-EARL OF Henry's SIR JOHN SOMERVILLE.-TUTOR to Rut
WESTMORELAND, LORD CLIFFORD,) side land.-Mayor of York.-LIEUTENANT of the RICHARD PLANTAGENET, Duke of York.
Tower.-A NOBLEMAN.-Two KEEPERS.-4 EDWARD, Earl of March, after
HUNTSMAN.-A Son that has killed his Fawards King Edward IV.
ther.-A Father that has killed his Son. EDMUND, Earl of Rutland, GEORGE, afterwards Duke of Cla- | His Sons. QUEEN MARGARET. rence,
LADY Grey, afterwards Queen to Edward IV. RICHARD, afterwards Duke of Glo
BONA, Sister to the French Queen. cester, Duke of NorFOLK,
Soldiers, and other attendants on King Henry MARQUIS OF MONTAGUE,
and King Edward, Messengers, WatcbEARL OF WARWICK,
Of the Duke of EARL OF PEMBROKE,
York's party. LORD HASTINGS,
Scene, during part of the third Act, in France; LORD STAFFORD,
during all the rest of the Play, in England.
York. Richard hath best deserv'd of all my SCENE 1.- London.-The Parliament-House.
What, is your grace dead, my lord of SomerDrums. Some Soldiers of York's party break Norf. Such hope have all the line of John of in. Then, Enter the Duke of YORK, EDWARD,
Gaunt! Richard, NORFOLK, MONTAGUE, WARWICE, Rich. Thus do I hope to shake king Henry's and others, with White Roses in their Hats.
head. War. I wonder how the king escap'd our War. And so do I.-Victorious prince of hands.
York, York. While we pursu'd the horsemen of Before I see thee seated in that throne the north,
Which now the house of Lancaster usurps, He slily stole away, and left his men:
I vow by heaven, these eyes shall never close. Whereat the great lord of Northumberland, This is the palace of the fearful king, Whose warlike ears could never brook retreat, And this the regal seat: possess it, York: Cheer'd up the drooping army; and himself, For this is thine, and not king Henry's heirs. Lord Clifford, and lord Stafford, all a-breast, York. Assist me then, sweet Warwick, and Charg'd our main battle's front, and, break
I will; ing in,
For hither we have broken in by force. Were by the swords of common soldiers slain. Norf. We'll all assist you; he, that flies, Edw. Lord Stafford's father, duke of Buck
shall die. ingham,
York. Thanks, gentle Norfolk,-Stay by me, Is either slain, or wounded dangerous:
(night. I cleft his beaver with a downright blow; And, soldiers, stay, and lodge by me this That this is true, father, behold his blood. Wur. And when the king comes, offer him (Showing his bloody Sword.
no violence, Mont. And, brother, here's the earl of Wilt. Unless he seek to thrust you out by force. shire's blood, [To York, showing his.
(They retire. Whom I encounter'd as the battles join'd. York. The queen, this day, here bolds ber Rich. Speak thou for me, and tell them what
parliament, I did.
But little thinks we shall be of her council: Throwing down the Duke of Somerset’s Head. By words, or blows, here let us win our right Rich. Arm'd as we are, let's stay within this War. True, Clifford; and that's Richard, house.
duke of York. War. The bloody parliament shall this be K. Hen. And shall I stand, and thou sit in callid,
my throne? Unless Plantagenet, duke of York, be king; York. It must and shall be so. Content thy. And bashful Henry depos’d, whose cowardice
self, Hath made us by-words to our enemies.
War. Be duke of Lancaster, let him be king. York. Then leave me not, my lords; be re- West. He is both king and duke of Lancaster: solute;
And that the lord of Westmoreland shall mainI mean to take possession of my right.
tain. War. Neither the king, nor he that loves War. And Warwick shall disprove it. You him best,
[field, The proudest he that holds up Lancaster, That we are those, which chas'd you from the Dares stir a wing, if Warwick shake his bells.* And slew your fathers, and with colours I'll plant Plantagenet, root him up who spread dares:
crown. March'd through the city to the palace gates. Resolve thee, Richard; claim the English North. Yes, Warwick, I remember it to my (WARWICK leads York to the Throne, who grief; seats himself.
And, by his soul, thou and thy house shall
rue it. Flourish. Enter King HENRY, CLIFFORD,
West. Plantagenet, of thee, and these thy sons,
[lives, NORTHUMBERLAND, WESTMORELAND, Exeter, and others, with red Roses in their Hats. Thy kinsmen, and thy friends, I'll have more
Than drops of blood were in my father's veins. K. Hen. My lords, look where the sturdy Clif. Urge it no more; lest that, instead of rebel sits,
words, Even in the chair of state! belike, he means, I send thee, Warwick, such a messenger, (Back'd by the power of Warwick, that false As shall revenge his death, before 1 stir. peer,)
War. Poor Clifford! how I scorn his worthTo aspire unto the crown, and reign as king.
less threats! Earl of Northumberland, he slew thy father;- York. Will you, we show our title to the And thine, lord Clifford ; and you both have If not, our swords shall plead it in the field.
crown? vow'd revenge On him, his sons, his favourites, and his friends. K. Hen, What title hast thou, traitor, to the North. If I be not, heavens, be reveng'd on
Thy father was, as thou art, duke of York; Clif. The hope thereof makes Clifford mourn Thy grandfather, Roger Mortimer, earl' of in steel.
March : West. What, shall we suffer this? let's pluck I am the son of Henry the fifth, him down:
Who made the Dauphin and the French to My heart for anger burns, I cannot brook it.
stoop, K. Hen. Be patient, gentle earl of West- And seiz'd upon their towns and provinces. moreland.
not of France, sith* thou hast lost Clif. Patience is for poltroons, and such as
it all. he;
K. Hen. The lord protector lost it, and not I; He durst not sit there had your father liv'd. When I was crown'd, I was but nine months My gracious lord, here in the parliament
old. Let us assail the family of York.
Rich. You are old enough now, and yet, North. Well hast thou spoken, consin ; be it
methinks, you lose :
Father, tear the crown from the usurper's head. K. Hen. Ah, know you not, the city favours Edw. Sweet father, do so; set it on your them,
head. And they have troops of soldiers at their beck? Mont. Good brother, (To York.] as thou Exe. But when the duke is slain, they'll
lov'st and honour'st arms, quickly fly.
Let's fight it out, and pot stand cavilling thus. K. Hen. Far be the thought of this from
Rich. Sound drums and trumpets, and the Henry's heart,
king will fly. To make a shambles of the parliament-house!
York. Sons, peace! Cousin of Exeter, frowns, words, and threats,
K. Hen. Peace thou! and give king Henry Shall be the war that Henry means to use.
leave to speak. (They advance to the Duke. War. Plantagenet shall speak first:-hear Thou factious duke of York, descend my throne, And be you'silent and attentive too,
him, lords ; And kneel for grace and mercy at my feet; I am thy sovereign.
For he, that interrupts him, shall not live. York. Thou art deceiv'd, I am thine.
K. Hen. Think'st thou, that I will leave m Exe. For shame, come down; he made thee
kingly throne, duke of York.
Wherein my grandsire, and my father, sat? York. 'Twas my inheritance, as the earldom No: first shall war unpeople this my realm; was.
Ay, and their colours-often borne in France; Exe. Thy father was a traitor to the crown.
And now in England, to our heart's great sorWar. Exeter, thou art a traitor to the crown,
[lords 1 In following this usurping Henry.
Shall be my winding sheet.-Why faint you, Clif. Whom should be follow, but his natural My title's good, and better far than his. king?
War. But prove it, Henry, and thou shalt be
king. * Hawks had sometimes little belle hung on them, pet. hapo to dare the birds; that is, to fright them from rising.