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Enter Queen Maroabxt and Sombrsst*

Q. Mar. For thousand Yorks he shall not hida
his head,
But boldly stand, and front him to his face.

York. How now I Is Somerset at liberty 7
Tben,York,unloose thylong-im^rison'd thoughts.
And let thy tongue be equal with thy hearL i
Shall I endure the sight of Somerset ? —
False king 1 why hast thou broken faith with ma^
Knowing how hardly I can brook abuse ?
King did I call thee t no, thou art not king ;
Not fit to govern and rule multitudes,
Which dar'st not, no, nor canst not rule a traitor.
That head of thine doth not become a crown ;
Thy hand is made to grasp a palmer's staff,
And not to grace an awful princely sceptre. ^
That gold must round engrit these brows of mine ,
Whose smile and frown, like to Achilles' spear.
Is able with the change to kill and cure
Here is a hand to hold a sceptre up,
And with the same to act controlling laws.
Give place; by Heaven, thou shalt rule no more
O'er him whom Heaven created for thv ruler.

Som. O monstrous traitor t— I arrest thee, York,
Of capital treason 'gainst the king and crown ;
Obey, audacious traitor ; kneel for grace.

York. Wouldst have me kneel? first let me
ask of these,
If they can brook I bow a knee to man.
Sirrah, call in my sons to be my bail ;

lEzU an Attendant.
I know ere they will have me go toward.
They'll pawn their swords for my enfranchise-
ment.

Q. Mar. Call hither Clifford : bid him come
amain, [Exit BuoKntOBAM.

To say, if that the bastard boys of York
Shall be the surety for their traitor father.

York. blood-bespotted N(>apolitan,
Outcast of Naples, England's bloody scourge 1
The sons of York, thy betters in their birth,
Shall be their father's bail : and bane to those
That for my surety will refuse the boys.

Enter Edwabd atuf Biohabd Plantaoenst, with
Forces^ at one side ; at the other^ with Forces
€dsOt Old Cliffobo and his Son.

See, where they come ; Pll warrant th^'ll make
it good. [baiL

Q. Mar. And here comes Clifford to deny their

Olif. Health and all happiness to my lord the
king ? [Kneels*

York. I thank thee, Clifford : Bay, what news
with thee?
Nny, do not fright us with an angry look .
We are thy sovereign, Clifford, kneel again *
For thy mistaking so we pardon thee.

Cli/. This is my king, York, I do not mistake;
But thou mistak'st me much to think I do : —
To Bedlam with him t is the man grown mad ?

K. Hen. Ay, Clifford; a bedlam and am-
bitious humour
Makes him oppose himself against Us king.

Clif. He is a traitor ; let him to the tower
And chop away that factious pate of his.

Q. Mar. He is arrested, but will not obey ;
His sons, he says, shaU give th^^oiNbf«r|faiin.



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SING HENBT
Tcrk, inn yoa nol, sonst
Bdw. Ay, noble father, if onr words will serve.
Bick, And if words will not, then onr weapons

shalL
OZ{f. Why, what a brood of traitors have we

here I
York, Look in a glass, and call thy image so ;
I am thy king, and thou a false-heart traitor.
Gall hither to the stake my two brave bears,
That, with the very shaking of their chains.
They may astonish these fell larking cnrs ;
Bid Salisbnry and Warwick come to me.

Dnimt, Enter Wabwiok and Sausbust, toiih
Forces,

OUf, Are these thy bears? well bait thy bears
to death.
And manacle the bearward in their chains.
If then dar'st bring them to the baiting-place.

Rich. Oft have I seen a hot o'erweeulng car
Ban back and bite, because he was withheld ;
Who, being saffer'd with the bear's fell paw,
Hath olapp'd his tail between his legs and cried :
And snch a piece of service will yon do,
If yon oppose yourselves to match Lord Warwick,

QUf. Hence, heap of wrath, fool indigested
lamp.
As crooked in thy manners as thy shape f

York, Nay, we shall heat yoa thoroaghly anon.

CUf, Take heed, lest by yoor heat you bom
yourselves.

K, Sen. Why, Warwick, hath thy knee foi^ot
to bow?
Old Salisbnry, — sbame to thy silver hair,
Thoo mad misleader of thy brainsick son I—
What, wilt thou on thy death-bed play the raffian.
And seek for sorrow with thy spectacles ?
O, where is faith ? 0, where is loyalty ?
If it be banish'd from the frosty head,
Where shall it find a harbour in the earth ? —
Wilt thou go dig a grave to find out war,
And shame thine honourable age with blood?
Why art thou old and want'st experienco ?
Or wherefore dost abase it if thou hast it?
For shame I in duty bend thv knee to me,
That bows onto the grave with mickle age.

Sal. My lord, I have considered with myself
The title of this most renowned duke;
And in my conscience do repute his grace
The rigbtfnl heir to England's royal seat.

K. Ben. Hast thou not sworn allegiance nnto

8al. I have. [me ?

K, Hen. CsTist tlion dispense with heaven for
such an oath t

Sal. It is Kreat siu, to swear unto a sin ;
But greater sin, to keep a sinful oath.
Who can be bound by any solemn vow
To do a mnrtherons deed, to rob a man,
To force a spotless virgin's chastity.
To reave the orphan of his patrimony,
To wring the widow from her accustom'd right ;
And have no other reason for this wrong
Bot that he was bound by a solemn oath ?

g. Alar. A subtle traitor needs no sophister.

A. Hen, Call Buckingham, and bid him arm
himself. [thou hast,

Tarh. Call Buckingham, and aU the friends
I am resolved for death or dignity.

Olif. The first I warrant thee, if dreams
prove true.

War, Ton were best to go to bed, and dream
again.
To kaep thee from the tempest of the field.



VL— PABT n. 606

Clif, 1 am resolVd to bear a greater storm
Than any tbou canst conjure up to-day ;
And that I'll write upon thy burgonet
Mi^ht I bnt know thee by thy household bad|^e.

War, Now, by my father's badge, old Nevil's
crest,
The rampant bear, ohsin'd to the ragged staff.
This day I'll wear aloft my burgonet,
(As on a mountain-top the cedar shows,
That keeps his leaves in spite of any storm).
Even to affright thee with the view thereof.

Clif. And from thy burgonet I'll rend thy bear,
And tread it under foot with all contempt.
Despite the bearward that protects the bear.

Y, Clif. And so to arms, victorious father.
To quell the rebels and their 'complices.

Bteh. Fie t charity, for shame 1 speak not In
spite.
For yon shall sup with Jesu Christ to-night.

F. Clif. Foul stigmatic, that's more than thou
canst tell,

Bich, If not in heaven, yonll surely sup in heU.
IBxeunt severally,

SCENE n.~Saint Alban's.

Alarums: Excursions, Enter Waswiok.

War, Clifford of Cumberland, 'tis Warwick
calls!
And if thou dost not hide thee from the bear,
Now when the angry trumpet sounds alarum.
And dead men's cries do fill the empty air,
Clifford, I say, come forth and fight with me 1
Proud northern lord, Clifford of Cumberland,
Warwick is hoarse with calling thee to arms.

Enter York.

How now, my noble lord ? what, all a-foot ?
York, The deadly-handed Clifford slew my
steed;
But match to match I have encounter'd him.
And made a prey for carrion kites and crows
Even of the bonny beast he lov'd so well.

Enter Clipvord.

War. Of one or both of us the time is oome.
York. Hold, Warwick, seek thee out some
other chase.
For I myself must hnnt this deer to death.
War. Then, nobly, York; 'tis for a crown
thon flght'st
As I intend, Clifford, to thrive to-day.
It grieves my soul to leave thee unassail'd.

[Exit.
Clif. What seest thou in me, York ? why dost

tbou pause ?
York. With thy brave bearing should I be in
love,
Bot that thou art so fast mine enemy,
Clitf, Nor should thy prowess want praise and
esteem.
But tliat 'tis shown ignobly, and in treason.

York. So let it help me now against thy sword.
As I in jnstice and true right express it t

Clif. My soul and body on the action both 1—

York, A dreadf nl lay I— address thee instantlv.

[Theyjight^ and CiAwroKD falls.

Clif. La ftn eouronne Us cnivres. iDies,

York, Thus war hath given thee peace, for thou

art sttii.

Peace with his soul. Heaven, if it be thy will.



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606 KING HENBY

Xntsr Tomig OuyroBD.

T, Clif, Shame and ooDfadonl all la on the
roat;
Tear framee disorder, and disorder woimds
Where it should gnai^. O war, thon son of hell,
Whom angry heaTens do make their minister,
Throw in the frozen bosoms of our part
Hot coals of yesgeance I — ^Let no soldier fly*
He that ia tmly dedicate to war
Hath no self-love ; nor he that loTes himself
Hath not essentially, but 1^ circnmstance,
The name of yaloor.— 0, let the vile world end,
ISeeing his dead father.
And the premised flames of the last day
Knit eartn and heaven together I
Now let the general tmmpet blow his blast,
Particularities and petty sounds
To cease I Wast thon ordain'd, dear father,
To lose thy yonth in peace, and to achieve
The silver livery of advised age.
And in thy reverence, and thy chair-days, flmi
To die in mffian battle?— Even at this sight.
My heart is tam'd to stone : and, while 'tis mine,
It shall be stony. York not onr old men spares ;
No more will I their babes : tears virginal
Shall be to me even as the dew to fire ;
And beanty, that the tyrant oft reclaims,
Shan to my flaming wrath be oil and flax.
Henceforth, I will not have to do with pi^ :
ICeet I an infant of the house cf York,
Into as many gobbets will 1 cut it.
As wild Medea young Absyrtus did :
In cruelty will I seek out my fanw.
Come, thon new ruin of old Clifford's house ;

[ TiMking up the body.
As did ^neas old Anchises bear.
So bear I thee upon my manly shoulders ;
But then JBneas bare a living load.
Nothing io heavy as these woes of mine.

lExit.

Enter Biohabd PLANTAosiniT and Soxbbset,
fighting^ and Sombbsbt ia killed,

Eieh. So, lie thou there; —
For underneath an alehouse* paltry sign.
The Castle in Saint Albans, Somerset
Hath made the wizard famous in his death.
Sword, hold thy temper : heart, be wrathful still t
Priests pray for enemies, but princes kill.

[Exit.

Alarume: Exeursiona. Enter King Henbt,
Queen Maboabbt, and other$t retreating.

Q. Mar, Away, my lord t you are slow ; for

shame, away 1
K, Hen, Can we outrun the heavens t good

Margaret, stay.
Q. Mar. What are you made of? you'll not
fight nor fly :
Now is it manhood, wisdom, and defence.
To give the enemy way : and to secure us



VL— PABT n.
By wliai we can, wtidk en no more but flj.

lAlafitm afar oft
U yon be ta'en, we then should see the bottom
Of aU our fortines : but if we haply scape,
(As well we may, if not through your neglect).
We shall to London get, where yon are lov'd ;
And where this breach now in our fortmiee made,
May readily be stopp'd.

Enter Young CuyfOBD.

T, OIi/lButthatmyheart's on future mischief
Iwonld speak blasphemy ere bid youfly; [set.
But fly vou must ; unourable discomfit
Beigns m the hearts of all our present parts.
Away, for vour relief 1 and we will live
To see their day, and them our fortune give :
Away, my lord, away. [Exeunt

SCENE Jn.—Fielde near Saint Alban's.

Alarum: Retreat. Elouriih: then enter York,
BiCHABD Plamtaoxnbt, Wabwick, and Sol-
diers, with drum and eoioure,

Yorh. Of SallBbury, who can report of him?^
That winter lion, who in rage forgets
Aged contusions and all brush of time;
And, like a gallant in the brow of youth,
Bepairs him with occasion ? This happy day
Is not itself, nor have we won one foot.
If Salisbuiy be lost

Rich. My noble father,

Three times to-da^ I help him to his horse.
Three times bestnd him, thrice I led him oA,
Persuaded him from any further act :
But still where danger was, there still I met him;
And like rich hangiogs in a homely house.
So was his will in his old feeble body.
But, ndUe as he is, look where he comes.

Enter Salisbuet.

SkA, Now, by my sword, well hast thou fought
to-day;
By the mass, so did we all.— I thank you, Biduurd t
God knows how long it is I have to live ;
'And it hath pleas'd Him that three times to-day
You have defended me from imminent death.
Well, lords, we have not got that which we have.
'Tis not enough our foes are this time fled.
Being opposites of such repairing nature.

Forib. I know our safety is to follow them.
For, as I hear, the king is fled to London,
To eall a present court of parliament
Let us pursue him, ere the writs go forth :
What says Lord Warwick ? shall we after them ?

War, After them I nay, before them, if we can.
Now, by my hand, lords, 'twas a glorious day :
Saint Alban's battle, won by famous York,
Shall be eterniz'd in all age to come.
Sound drum and trumpets:— and to London aU:
And moie audi days as these to ns befall |

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Hag HEHBT 7L

IDWAXD, Mae« of WiJLBS, mb to Haur YL

ISWI8 XL, Sing of Fraiioo.

Diko of 801CSR8BT, on King Bmrft AU.

JMl» of BZSTB&, on Sing Hanry'i lido.

Earl of OXFORD, on Zing Henry^ ildo.

Inrl of HOBTHUICBEBLAIID, on King Eenry*! ildft.

UmA of WB8TM0KELAND, on King Henry*! lido.

Lord OUFFORD, on King Bonryli ildo.

KIOHABD PLANTAOElfET, Dnko of York.

EDWABD. oarl of Hanh, afUrwardi mng

BdwMd !▼., ion to tho Doke of York.

uncUHD. Bart of Rutland, mb to tho Dnka of York.

OlORtn, nltorwardi Dvkoof OIar«aoo,MBiotlM

Dnk* of York.
BUSEABO. nltorward* Dnko of Olorttr, MB to tko

Doke of York.

DVZB of HOBTOLK, of tho Dok* of York'i pMty.

MM^ila of KOHTAOUE, of tbo Dnko of York*!

PMty.

Bui of WABWIOK of tbo Dnko of York'! party,
larl of FEMBBOKS, of tho Dnko of York'! party.



lord EA8TIH08, of tho Dnka of Yorki partj .

Lord STAFFORD, of tho Dnka of Yorki party.

Blr JOHN KORTDCBR. imelo to tho Dnko of York.

Sir HUGH MORTDCBR, oaoU to tho Boko of York.

HENRY, Earl of Rlehaoad, a Yonth.

Licd RITERB, brotbor to Lady Qroy.

Or WILLIAM BZAHLEY.

Or JOHN MONTGOMERY.

Sir JOHN BOMERVILLB.

Tutor to Rutland.

Mayor of London.

Uoutenant of the TowiT.

A Nobleman.

Two Keepen.

ABuntnnan.

A Bob tbat bas killed hi! Fathor.

A Fatber tbat bas killed bla Bob.

Queen MARGARET.

Lady GREY, afterward! Queen to Edward IT.

BONA, lUter to the Frencb Qaoen.

Boldlen and otber Attendant! on Ktn; Henry, and

King Edward, Meeiengeri, Watcbmen. *a



BOEHBr-Dniaf partoffhemidAct,lBFkaaoe; during aUtbeiMt of tho Flay, la Eaglaad.



ACT L



SCENE L— London. 7Ad Parliament House.

Urwrn, Borne Soldiers of Tork'A Party break m.
Then enter the Dake of York, Edward,
Richard, Norfolk, Montague, Warwick,
and othere, with white roses in their hats.

War. I wonder how the king escaped onr hands.

York. While we parsned the horsemen of tha
north,
He silly stole awaj, and left his men :
Whereat the great lord of Northumberland,
Whose warlike ears conld never brook retreat,
Cheer'd op the drooping army; and himself.
Lord Cli£tord, and Lord Stafiord, all abreast,
Charg*d oar main battle's front, and, breaking in
Were bj the swords of common soldiers slain.

Edw. Lord Stafford's father, Duke of Backing-



Is either slain or wounded dangerous :
I cleft his beaver with a downright blow ;
lliat this is tme, father, behold his blood.

[Showing his bloody sword,
MonL And, brother, bere*s the Earl of Wilt-
shireli blood, [7b York, showing ?iis.
Whom I encoimter'd as the battles joined.
Biek Speak thou for me, and tell them what I did.
[Throwing down the Duke of Sombrset'b head,
York. Richard hath best deserved of all mj
sonB.-—
Bat, b your grace dead, mj lord of Somerset?



yorf. Such hope bare all the luie of John of

Gaunt 1
Mich, 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 boose of Lancaster usurps,
I vow by Heaven, these eyes shall never dose.
This is the palace of the fearfol 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.
Notf, 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,
Unlen he seek to thrust you out perforce.

[They 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 rig^ht.
Rich, Arm'd as we are, let's stay within this

house.
War, The bloody parliament this shall be call'd
Unless Plantagenet, duke of York, be king ;



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we KING HENRY

And basTifa] Henrj clepos*d, whose cowardice
Hath roado ns by-wonu to our enemies.

York, Then leave me not, mj lords ; be resolnte;
I mean to take possession of my right

War, Neither the king, nor he that lores him
best.
The proudest he that holds up Lancaster,
Dares stir a wing if Warwioic shake his bells.
1*11 plant Plantagenet, root him up who dares: —
BesoWe thee, Hichard ; claim the English crown.

[ Wab. leads Yobjl to the tkrom^voho teats Itimself.

StowHsk, Enter King Henrt, Cuppord, North-
umberland, Westmoreland, Exeter, and
otherSf with red roses in their hats.

K, Hen. M.j lords, look whare 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, I^rd Clifford ; and you both hare

vow'd revenge
Ob htm, his soa^, his favourites, and his friends.
North. If I be not. Heavens be reveng'd on me 1
C2if. The hope thereof makes Clifford mourn

in steel.
West. What, shall we suffer this? let's plnck
him down :
My heart for anger bums, I cannot brook it.
K, Hen. He patient, gentle Earl of Westmore-
land.
GUf. Patience is for poltroons and such as he ;
He durst not sit there had vour 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 perliament-honse I
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.
Ewe, For shame, come down; he made thee

Duke of York.
York. It was 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.
CUf. 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 thoa sit in my

throne?
Torh It must and shall be so. Content thyself.
War, Be Duke of Lancaster, let him be kmg.
West. Ho is both l^ing and Duke of Lancaster;
And that the lord of Westmoreland shall mau^taiu.
War. And Warwick shall disprove it Yon
forget
That we are those which chas'd you from the field,
And slew your fathers^ and with colours spread
Ifaroh'd through the ci^ to the palaoe gates.



VT.— PART rn.

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. 111 have more lives
Than drops of blood were in my father's veins.

CUf. iVge it no more: lest that, instead of
words,
I send thee, Warwick, such a messen^,
As shall revenge his death before 1 stur.

War. Poor Clifford I how I scorn his worAless
threats?

Tork, Will you, we show our title to the crown f
If not, our swords shall plead it in the field.

K. Hen. Wliat title hast thou, traitor, to the
crown?
Thy father was, as thou art, Duke of York ;
Thy grandfather, Roger Mortimer, Earl of Maroh ;
I am the son of Henry the Fifth,
Who made the dauphin and the French to stoop,
And sciz'd upon their towns and provinces.

War. Talk not of France, sitk thou hast lost
it alL

K. Hen. The lord protestor lost it, and not I ;
When I was crown 'd I was but nine months old.

Jiich. You are old enough now, and yet methinks
you lose : —
Father, tear the crown iVom the usurper's head.

Eiu). Sweet father, do so ; set it on your head.

Mont. Qood brother [to York], as thou iovlst
and hononrest arms.
Let's fight it out, and not stand cavilling thus.

Bich. Sound drums and trumpets, and the king
wiUfly.

York. Sons, peace I

K. Hen. Peace thou I 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, lien, Tbink'st thou that I will leave my
kingly throne,
Wherein my grandsire and my fiither sat?
No : first siialT war unpeople this my realm;
Ay, and their colours— often borne in France,
And now in England, to our hearts great sorrow-
Shall be my winding-sheet— Why faint yoa,lord8?
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 hii king.

K. Hen. I know not what to say ; my title's
weak.
Tell me, may not a king adopt an heur ?

York. What then?

K. Hen. An if he may, then am I lawful king
For Richard, in the view of many lords,
Resigned the crown to Henry the Fourth;
Whose heir my fiither 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 unoonstrain'd.
Think you 'twere prejudioal to hia crown?

Exe, No ; for he could not so resign hia crown,
But tliat the next heir should succeed and reign.

A. Hen. Art thou against us, Duke of Exeter?

Exe. His is the right, and therefore pardon m&

York, Why whisper you, my lords, and answer
not?

Exe, My conscience tells me he is lawful kh^

K,Him, All will revolt from me,and com to hSmu



KVjfO HENRY
Karth, Plantageoat, for all the claim thoa
lay'st,
Think not that Henrr shall be so doposU
War, Deposed he shall be, in despite of all.
Jfcrtk. Thou art deeeiv'd ; tis not thy sontbem
power,
Of Essex, Norfolk, Suffolk, nor of Kent,—
Which makes thee thus presumptuona and

proad, —
Can set toe doke np, in despite of me.

C^f, K'lUK Uenrj, be tb j^ title right or wrong,
Lord Clifford tows to fight in thy defence :
May that ground gape, and swallow me alive,
Where I shall kneel to him that slew my father!
King H. O Clifford, how thy words revive my

heart!
York, Henry of Lancaster, resign thy crown :
What mntter you, or what conspire you, lords ?

War. Do right unto this princely Duke of York;
Or I Mrill fill the house with armed men.
And over the chair of state, where now he sits,
Write up bis title with usurping blood.

[Se 8tamp$ and the Soldiers show thtmsdoea.
K, Men, My lord of Warwick, hear me but one
word ;—
Let me, for this my lifetime reign as king

York Confirm the crown to me, and to mme
heirs.
And thou shalt reign m quiet while thou liv'st.
K, Hen, I am content : Richard Plantagenet,
Eliuoy the kingdom after my decease.
C^. What wrong is this unto the prince your

son!
War, What good is this to England, and him-

selfl
Wett. Base, fearful, and despairing Henry 1
Oltf, How hast thou injur'd both thyself and

nsl
WuL I cannot stay to heir these articles.
North. NorL
Cltf. Come, ooosin, let us tell the queen these

news.
WtiU Farewell, faint-hearted and degenerate

la 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 majrst thou be overeomel
Or live in peace, abandoned and despised t

[Exeunt Noeth., Clif., and West.
War. Turn this way, Henry, and regard them

not.
E96, They seek revenge, and therefore will not

yield.
K,Hm. Ah, Exeter t

War, Why should you sigh, my lord ?

K. UoL Not for myself, iJord Warwick, bat
my son.
Whom 1 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 roe down, and reign tbjrself.
York. This oath I willingly take, and will per-
form. {Coming from tht tkrcme.
War. Long live Khag Henry I— PUntagenet,

embrace him.
K, Ben. And long live thou, and these thy for-
ward sons !
IM. Now York and Lancaster are reooncird.



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Exe. Accursed be he that seeks to make fhem.



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