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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, WARWICK, and others, with white roses in their hats.

War. I wonder, how the king escap'd our hands. York. While we pursu'd the horsemen of the north, He slily stole away, and left his men:

Whereat the great lord of Northumberland,
Whose warlike ears could never brook retreat,
Cheer'd up the drooping army; and himself,

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* Lord Clifford, and lord Stafford, all a-breast,
Charg'd our main battle's front, and, breaking in,
'Were by the swords of common soldiers slain.
Edw. Lord Stafford's father, duke of Buckingham,
Is either slain, or wounded dangerous:

I cleft his beaver with a downright blow;
That this is true, father, behold his blood.

[Showing his bloody sword.


Mont. And, brother, here's the earl of Wiltshire's [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 hath best deserv'd of all my Sons.What, is your grace dead, my 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, Before I see thee seated in that throne

Which now the house of Lancaster usurps,
I vow by heaven, these eyes shall never close.
This is the palace of the fearful 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.

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, Unless Plantagenet, duke of York, be king; And bashful Henry depos'd, whose cowardice Hath made us by-words to our enemies.

< York. Then leave me not, my lords; I mean to take possession of my right.

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be resolute;

War. Neither the king, nor he that loves him best, up Lancaster, Dares stir a wing, if Warwick shake his bells. ́ I'll plant Plantagenet, root him up who dares: Resolve thee, Richard; claim the English crown.

[WARWICK leads YORK to the throne, who seats himself. 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, 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, lord Clifford; and you both have vow'd revenge On him, his sons, his favourites, and his friends.

• North. If I be not, heavens, be reveng'd on me! Clif. The hope thereof makes Clifford mourn in steel. 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, and such as he; He durst not sit there had your 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 parliament-house!
Cousin of Exeter, frowns, words, and threats,
Shall be the war that Henry means to use.-

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[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.


Thou art deceiv'd, I am thine.

Exe. For shame, come down; he made thee duke of


York. 'Twas 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.

Clif. Whom should he follow, but his natural king? War. True, Clifford; and that's Richard, duke of York, K. Hen. And shall Istand, and thou sit in my 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 chas'd you from the field, And slew your fathers, and with colours spread March'd 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, Thy kinsmen, and thy friends, I'll have more lives, Than drops of blood were in my father's veins.

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Clif. Urge it no more; lest that, instead of words

I send thee, Warwick, such a messenger,

As shall revenge his death, before I stir.

War. Poor Clifford! how I scorn his worthless

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

K. Hẹn. 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 seiz'd 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 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
Mont. Good brother, [To YORK.] as thou lovʼst and
honour'st arms,

Let's fight it out, and not stand cavilling thus.

Rich. Sound drums and trumpets, and the king will fly. York. Sons, peace!

K. Hen. Peace thou! 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. Hen. Think'st thou, that I will leave my kingly

Wherein my grandsire, and my father, sat?
No: first shall war unpeople this my realm;

Ay, and their colours-often borne in France; And now in England, to our heart's great sorrow,—

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