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DRAMATIS PERSONÆ. KING HENRY THE SIXTH. SIR JOHN MOREDWARD, Prince of Wales, bis Son. TIMER,
Uncles to the LEWIS XI., King of France. SIR HUGH MOR- Duke of York. DUKE OF SOMERSET,
TIMER, DUKE OF EXETER,
HENRY, Earl of Richmond, a EARL OF OXFORD,
on King Youth. EARL OF NORTHUM
Henry's LORD RIVERS, Brother to Lady BERLAND,
side. Grey. SIR WILLIAM STANLEY. EARL OF WESTMORE
SIR JOHN MONTGOMERY. SIR
JOHN SOMERVILLE. Tutor to LORD CLIFFORD,
Rutland. Mayor of York. LieuRICHARD PLANTAGENET, Duke
tenant of the Tower. A Nobleof York.
man. Two Keepers. A HuntsEDWARD, Earl of March, as.
man. A Son that has killed his terwards King Edward IV.
Father. Å Father that has killed EDMUND, Earl of Rutland,
his Son, GEORGE, afterwards Duke of Clarence,
Sons. RICHARD, afterwards Duke
QUEEN MARGARET. of Glocester,
LADY GREY, afterwards Queen to DUKE OF NORFOLK,
Edward IV. MARQUESS OF MON
BONA, Sister to the French TAGUE,
party. LORD STAFFORD, Soldiers, and other Attendants on King Henry and King Edward,
Messengers, Watchmen, &c. SCENE, during part of the Third Act, in France; during lbe rest
of the Play, in England.
ACT I. SCENE I.
London. The Parliament-House. Drums. Some Soldiers of York's party break in. Then, enter
the Duke of York, EDWARD, RICHARD, NORFOLK, MONTAGUE.
York. While we pursued the horsemen of the north,
up the drooping army; and himself,
Edw. Lord Stafford's father, duke of Buckingham,
[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 hạth 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!
War. And so do I. Victorious prince of York,
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 by force.
[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 right.
Rich. Arm'd as we are, let's stay within this house.
War. The bloody parliament shall this be call’d,
York. Then leave me not, my lords; be resołyte,
War. Neither the king, nor he that loves him best,
[WARWICK leads YORK to the Throne, who seals him
self. 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,
North, If I be not, heavens be reveng'd on me!
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:
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,
[They advance to the Duke.
I am thine. Exe. For shame! come down: he made thee duke of York. York. 'T 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 :
Clif. Whom should he follow, but his natural king?
West. He is both king and duke of Lancaster;
War. And Warwiek shall disprove it. You forget,
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,
Clif. Urge it no more; lest that instead of words
War. Poor Clifford! how I scorn his worthless threats.
York. Will you, we show our title to the crown?
K. Hen. What title hast thou, traitor, to the crown?
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.
Rich. Sound drums and trumpets, and the king will fly.
War. Plantagenet shall speak first: hear bim, lords ;
K. Hen. Think’st thou, that I will leave my kingly throne,