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Clif. What wrong is this unto the prince your son !
War. What good is this to England, and himself!
West. Base, fearful, and despairing Henry!
Clif. How hast thou injur'd both thyself and us!
West. I cannot stay to hear these articles.
North. Nor I.
Clif. Come, cousin, let us tell the queen these

news.
West. Parewell,faint-hearted and degenerate king,
In 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 !

Cuif. In dreadful war may'st thou be overcome! Or live in peace, abandon'd, and despis'd!

[Exeunt Northumberland, Clifford, and

Westmoreland.
War. Turn this way, Henry, and regard them not.
Eze. They seek revenge, and therefore will not

yield.
X. Hen. Ah, Exeter!
War.

Why should you sigh, my lord!
K.Hen. Not for myself, lord Warwick, but my son,
Whom I 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 me down, and reign thyself.
York. This oath I willingly take, and will per-
form.

(Coming from the throne. War. Long live king Henry !Plantagebet, em

brace him. K. Hen. And long live thou, and these thy for

ward sons! York. Now York and Lancaster are reconcil'd. Exe. Accurs'd be he, that seeks to make them

foes s! [Senet. The Lords come forward. York. Farewell, my gracious lord ; I'll to my

castle.
War. And I'll keep London, with my soldiers.
Norf. And I to Norfolk with my followers.
Mont. And I unto the sea, from whence I came.

[Exeunt York and kis Sons, Warwick, Nore

folk, Montague, Soldiers, and Altendants. X. Heh. And I, with grief and sorrow, to the court.

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Sc. 1. KING HENRY VI.
Enter Queen MARGARET and the Prince of Wales.
Exe. Here comes the queen, whose looks bewray

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THIRD PART OF Act 1.
CH. What song is this unto the prince your son !
War. What good is this to England, and himself!
West. Base, fearful, and despairing Henry!
CHF, How hast thou injur'd both thyself and us!
Wed. I cannot stay to hear these articles.
North. Nor L.
Oy

Come, cousin, let us tell the queen these

Denvs.
West. Farewell, faint-hearted and degenerate king,
Ir 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 !

Cuf. In dreadful war may'st thou be overcome!
Or live in peace, abandon'd, and despisa !

(Eseunt Northumberland, Clifford, and

Westmoreland.
War. Tarn this way, Henry, and regard them not.
Bre. They seek revenge, and therefore will not

yield.
X. Hen. Ab, Exeter!
War.

Why should you sigh, my lord!
H. Hen. Not for myself, lord Warwick, but my son,
Whom I 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, por hostility,
To seek to put me down, and reign thyself.
York. This oath I willingly take, and will per-
form.

[Coming from the throne.
War. Long live king Henry !--Plantagenet, em-

brace him.
X. Hen. And long live thou, and these thy for-

ward sons!
York. Now York and Lancaster are reconcild.
Exe. Accurs'd be he, that seeks to make them

foes! (Senet. T'he Lords come forward.
York. Farewell, my gracious lord; I'll to my

castle.
War. And I'll keep London, with my soldiers.
Norf. And I to Norfolk with my followers.
Mont. And I unto the sea, from whence I came.

(Eseunt York and his Sous, Warwick, Nor

folk, Montague, Soldiers, and Alandants. 2. Hen. And I, with grief and sorrow, to the court.

Exeter, so will r. [Going.
2. Mar. Nay, go not from me, I will follow thee.
K. Hen. Be patient, gentle queen, and I will stay.
2. Mar. Who can be patient in such extremes ?
Ah, wretched man ! 'would I had died a maid,
And never seen thee, never borne thee son,
Seeing thou hast prov'd so unnatural a father!
Hath he deserv'a'to lose his birthright thus ?
Hadst thou but lov'a him half so well as I;
Or felt that pain, which I did for him once;
Or nourish'd him, as I did with my blood;
Thou wouldst have left thy dearest heart-blood
Rather than made that savage duke thine heir,
And disinherited thine only son.

Prince. Father, you cannot disinherit me:
If you be king, why should not I succeed?
K. Hen. Pardon me, Margaret ;- pardon me,

sweet son ;
The earl of Warwick, and the duke, enforc'd me.
Q. Mar. Enforce'd thee! art thou king, and wilt

be fore'a ?
I shame to hear the speak. Ah, timorous wretch!
Thou hast undone thyself, thy son, and me;
And given unto the house of York such head,
As thou shalt reign but by their sufferance.
To entail him and his heirs unto the crown,
What is it but

to make thy
And creep into it far before thy
Warwick is chancellor, and the lord of Calais;
Stern Faulconbridge commands the narrow seas;
The duke is made protector of the realm ;
And yet shalt thou be safe? such safety finds
The trembling lamb, environed with wolves.
Had I been there, which am a silly woman,
The soldiers should have toss'd me on their pikes,
Before I would have granted to that act.
But thou preferr'st thy life before thine honour :
And seeing thou dost, I here divorce myself,
Both from thy table, Henry, and thy bed,
Until that act of parliament be repeal'd,
Whereby my son is disinherited.

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The northern lords, that have forsworn thy colours,
Will follow mine, if once they see them spread :
And spread they shall be ; to thy foul disgrace,
And utter ruin of the house of York.

Thus do I leave thee :-Come, son, let's away.
Qur army's ready: come, we'll after them.

K. Hen. Stay, gentle Margaret, and hear me speak.
Q. Mar. Thou hast spoke too much already; get

thee gone.
K. Hen. Gentle son Edward, thou wilt stay with

me ?
Q. Mar. Ay, to be murder'd by his enemies.

Prince. When I return with victory from the field,
I'll see your grace: till then, I'll follow her.
Q. Mur. Come, son, away: we may not linger thus.

(Exeunt Queen Margaret, and the Prince. X. Hen. Poor queen! how love

me, and to her
son,
Hath made her break out into terms of rage!
Reveng'd may she be on that hateful duke;
Whose haughty spirit, winged with desire,
Will cost my crown, and like an empty, eagle,
Tire on the flesh of me, and of my son!
The loss of those three lorris torments my heart :
I'll write unto them, and entreat them fair ;
Come, cousin, you shall be the messenger.
Ere. And I, I hope, shall reconcile them all.

[Earcunt.
SCENE II.
A room in Sandal castle, near Wakefield in

Yorkshire.
Enter EDWARD,RICHARD, and MONTAGUE.

Rick. Brother, though I be youngest, give me leave.
Edu. No, I can better play the orator.
Mont. But I have reasons strong and forcible.

Enter YORK.
York. Why, how now, sons and brother, at a strifel
What is your quarrel ! how began it first!
Edw. No quarrel, but a slight contention.

York. About what?
Rich. About that, which concerns your grace,
The crown of England, father, which is yours.

York. Mine, boy ? not till king Henry be dead.
Rich. Your right depends not on his life, or death.

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THIRD PART OF
The northem lords, that have forsworn thy colours,
Will follow mine, if once they see them spread:
And spread they shall be ; to thy foul disgrace,
And utter ruin of the house of York,
Thus do I leave thee :--Come, son, let's away;
Our army's ready; come, we'll after them
A. Hen. Stay, gentle Margaret, and hear me speak.
D. Mar. Thou hast spoke too much already; get

thee gone,
X. He, Gentle son Edward, thou wilt stay with

me!
2. Mar. Ay, to be murder'd by his enemies.

Priac. When I return with victory from the field,
In see your grace: till then, I'll follow

her.
2. Mar. Come, son, away, we may not linger thus.

(Errunt Queen Margaret, and the Prince
X. Hes. Poor queen! how love to me, and to her

son,
Hath made her break out into terms of rage!
Reveng'd may she be on that hateful duke;
Whose haughty spirit, winged with desire,
Will cost my crown, and like an empty eagle,
Tire on the flesh of me, and of my son!

The loss of those three lords torments my heart:
I'll write unto them, and entreat them fair ;-
Come, cousin, you shall be the messenger.
Ese. And I, I hope, shall reconcile them all.

[Exeunt.
SCENE II.
A room in Sandal castle, near Wakeheld in

Yorkshire.
Enter EDWARD,RICHARD, and MONTAGUE.

Rich. Brother, though I be youngest,give me leave.
Edw. No, I can better play the orator.
Mont. But I have reasons strong and forcible.

Enter YORK
York. Why, how now, sons and brother, at a strifel
What is your quarrel ? how began it first!
Edo. No quarrel, but a slight contention.
York. About what?
Rich. About that, which concerns your gries,

and us;
The crown of England, father, which is yours.

York. Mine, boy ! not till king Henry be dead.
Rich. Your right depends not ow his life, or death.

Sc.2. KING HENRY VI.

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Edw. Now you are heir, therefore enjoy it now:
By giving the house of Lancaster leave to breathe,
It will outrun you, father, in the end.

York. I took an oath, that he should quietly reign.
Edu. But, for a kingdom, any oath may be broken:
I'd break a thousand oaths, to reign one year.
Rich. No; God forbid, your grace should be

forsworn.
York, I shall be, if I claim by open war.
Rich. I'll prove the contrary, if you'll hear me

speak,
York. Thou canst not, son; it is impossible.
Rich. An oath is of no moment, being not took

true and lawful magistrate,
That hath authority over him that swears :
Henry had none, but did usarp the place;
Then, seeing 'twas he, that made you to depose,
Your oath, my lord, is vain and frivolous.

Therefore, to arms: And, father, do but think,
How sweet a thing it is to wear a crown:
Within whose circuit is Elysium,
And all that poets feign of bliss and joy.
Why

do we linger thus? I cannot rest,
Until the white rose, that I wear, be dyed
Even in the lakewarm blood of Henry's heart.

York. Richard, enough; I will be king or die.
Brother, thou shalt to London presently,
And whet on Warwick to this enterprise.
Thou, Richard, shalt unto the duke of Norfolk,
And tell him privily of our intent-
,

Cobham,

will willingly rise :
In them I trust; for they are soldiers,
Witty and courteous, liberal, full of spirit.-
While you are thus employ'd, what resteth more,
But that I seek occasion how to rise ;
And yet the king not privy to my drift,
Nor any of the house of Lancaster?

Enter a Messenger.
But,

stay; What news? Why com'st thon in such
Mess. The queen, with all the northern earls

and lords,
Intend here to besiege you in your castle :
She is hard by with twenty thousand men ;
And therefore fortify your hold, my lord.

York. Ay, with my sword. What I think'st thou

that we fear them?
Edward and Richard, you shall stay with me;-
My brother Montague shall post to London:
Let noble Warwick, Cobham, and the rest,
Whom we have left protectors of the king,
With powerful policy strengthen themselves,
And trust not simple Henry, nor his oaths.

Mont. Brother, 1 5o; I'll win them, fear it not: And thus most humbly I do take my leave. [Exit. Enter Sir JOHN and Sir HUGH MORTIMER. York. Sir John, and Sir Hugh Mortimer, wine

uncles ! You are come to Sandal in a happy hour; The army of the queen mean to besiege us. Sir John. She shall not need, we'll meet her in

the field. York. What, with five thousand men ? Rich. Ay, with five hundred, father,

for a need, A woman's general; What should we fear?

(A march afar of Edro. I hear their drums ; let's set our men in

order; And issue forth, and bid them battle straight. York. Five mea to twenty--though the odds be

great,
I doubt not, uncle, of our victory.
Many a battle have I won in France,
When as the enemy hath been ten to one;
Why should I not now have the like succesa ?

[Alarum. Excunt. SCENE III.

Plains near Sandal Castle. Alarums: Excursions. Enter RUTLAND and

his Tutor. Rut. Ah, whither shall I fly to 'scape their hands! Ah, tutor! look, where bloody Clifford comes !

Enter CLIFFORD, and Soldiers. cuf. Chaplain, away!thy priesthood saves thy life. As for the brat of this accursed duke, Whose father slew my father,-he shall die.

Tut. And I, my lord, will bear him company. CIV. Soldiers, away with him.

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