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Drums. Some Soldiers of YORK's party break in. Then
enter the Duke of York, EDWARD, RICHARD, NORFOLK,
York. While we pursued the horsemen of the rorth,
Edw. Lord Stafford's father, duke of Buckingham,
[Showing his bloody sword, dead, my
Mont. And, brother, here's the earl of Wiltshire's blood,
[To YORK, showing his. Whom I encountered as the battles? joined. Rich. Speak thou for me, and tell them what I did.
[Throwing down the Duke of SOMERSET's head. York. Richard hath best deserved of all my sons. But, is your grace
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,
shall never cluse.
York. Assist me then, sweet Warwick, and I will;
Norf. We'll all assist you; he that Aies 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. Armed as we are, let's stay within this house.
War. The bloody parliament shall this be called, Unless Plantagenet, duke of York, be king,
The battles] The battalions; the armies.
And bashful Henry deposed, whose cowardice
York. Then leave me not, my lords; be resolute ;
War. Neither the king, nor he that loves him best,
[Warwick leads YORK to the throne, who seats himself.
Flourish. Enter King HENRY, CLIFFORD, NORTHUMBER
LAND, 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 (Backed 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 vowed re
North. If I be not, heavens be revenged on me!
My heart for anger burns; I cannot brook it.
K. Hen. Be patient, gentle earl of Westmoreland.
The proudest he] He was often used for man, and she for
Farther on, ii. 2, we have 'Or any he the proudest of thy sort.' So in the Taming of the Shrew, i. 2, “That she's the choice love of signior Gremio.'
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, 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
mercy at my feet; I am thy sovereign. York.
I am thine.
War. Exeter, thou art a traitor to the crown,
Clif. Whom should he follow but his natural king ?
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 chased you from the field And slew your fathers, and with colours spread Marched 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,
Clif. Urge it no more ; lest that, instead of words,
War. Poor Clifford ! how I scorn bis 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 seized 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 crowned I was but nine months old. Rich. You are old enough now, and yet methinks you
Edw. Sweet father, do so ; set it on your head.
Rich. Sound drums and trumpets, and the king will fly.