THIRD PART OF KING HENRY VI. 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, WARWICK, and others, with white roses in their Hats. War. I wonder, how the king escaped our hands. York. While we pursued the horsemen of the north, He slyly stole away, and left his men: Edw. Lord Stafford's father, duke of Bucking ham, Is either slain, or wounded dangerous: 1 [Shewing his bloody Sword. Mont. And, brother, here's the earl of Wiltshire's blood, [To York, shewing 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 deserved 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: house. War. The bloody parliament shall this be call'd, Unless Plantagenet, duke of York, be king; And bashful Henry deposed, whose cowardice Hath made us by-words to our enemies. York. Then leave me not, my lords; be resolute; I mean to take possession of my right. War. Neither the king, nor he that loves him best, The proudest he that holds up Lancaster, [Warwick leads York to the Throne, who Flourish: Enter King HENRY, CLIFFORD, NORTHUMBERLAND, WESTMORELAND, EXETER, and others, with Red Roses in their Hats. K. Ken. My lords, look where the sturdy rebel sits • Hawks had sometimes little bells hung on them, perhaps to dare the birds; that is, to fright them from rising. Even in the chair of state! Belike, he means, revenge On him, his sons, his favourites, and his friends. North. If I be not, heavens, be revenged 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. Ken. Be patient, gentle earl of Westmoreland. Clif. Patience is for poltroons, and such as he: He durst not sit there, had your father lived. My gracious lord, here in the parliament Let us assail the family of York. North. Well hast thou spoken, cousin; be it so. K. Ken. Ah, know you not, the city favours them, And they have troops of soldiers at their beck? Eze. 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! [They advance to the Duke. York. Thou art deceived, I am thine. Exe. For shame, come down; he made thee duke of York. 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 I stand, 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 main tain. 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 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. War. Poor Clifford! How I scorn his worthless threats! York. Will you, we shew 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; Who made the dauphin and the French to stoop, 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 lovest 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. * Since. K. Hen. Think'st thou, that I will leave my kingly throne, Wherein my grandsire, and my father sat? - No: first shall war unpeople this thy realm; Ay, and their colours-often borne in France; And now in England, to our heart's great sorrow, Shall be my winding-sheet.-Why faint you, lords? My title's good, and better far than his. War. But prove it, Henry, and thou shalt be king. K. Hen. Henry the fourth by conquest got the crown. York. 'Twas by rebellion against his king. weak. Tell me, may not a king adopt an heir? York. What then? K. Hen. An if he may, then am I lawful king: For Richard, in the view of many lords, York. He rose against him, being his sovereign, not? Exe. My conscience tells me he is lawful king. him. North. Plantagenet, for all the claim thou lay'st, Think not, that Henry shall be so deposed. W'ar. Deposed he shall be, in despite of all.. power, Of Essex, Norfolk, Suffolk, nor of Kent,- Clif. King Henry, be thy title right or wrong, i. e. Detrimental to the general rights of here ditary royalty. |