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THIRD PART OF
KING HENRY VI.
ACT THE FIRST.
London. The Parliament-house.
RICHARD, NORFOLK, MONTAGUE, WARWICK, and
up the drooping army; and himself,
Mont. And, brother, here's the Earl of Wilt
shire's blood, 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. But 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.
[They go up. War. And when the king comes, offer him no
violence, Unless he seek to thrust you out perforce. 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.
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, 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. Flourish. Enter KING HENRY, CLIFFORD, NORTHUMBERLAND,
WESTMORELAND, EXETER, and the rest. 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 revenged on
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, such as he:
North. Well hast thou spoken, cousin : be it só.
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
I am thine.
Duke of York.
WAR. Exeter, thou art a traitor to the crown In following this usurping Henry.
feet; and mercy
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 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 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. 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
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;