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THIRD PART OF

KING HENRY VI.

PERSONS REPRESENTED. King Henry the Sixth:

Sir John Mortimer, Edward, prince of Wales, his son.

Sir Hugh Mortimer, } uncles to the duke of York. Lewis XI. king of France.

Henry,

earl of Richmond, a youth. Duke of Somerset. Duke of Exeter.

Lord Rivers, brother to Lady Grey. Sir William Earl of Oxford. Earl of Northum Lords on K. Stanley, Sir John Montgomery. Sir John Somerberland. Earl of Westmoreland. Henry's side. ville. Tutor to Rutland. Mayor of York. LieuLord Clifford.

tenant of the Tower. 4 Nobleman. Two Keepers. Richard Plantagenet, duke of York:

A Huntsman. A Son that has killed his Father. A Edward, carl of March, afterwards king

Father that has killed his Son.
Edward IV.
Edmund, Earl of Rutland,

his sons.

Queen Margaret. George, afterwards duke of Clarence,

Lady Grey, afterwards queen to Edward IV.
Richard, afterwards duke of Glocester,

Bona, sister to the French queen.
Duke of Norfolk,
Marquis of Montague,

Soldiers, and other Attendants on king Henry and
Earl of Warwick,
Earl of Pembroke,
of the duke of York's party.

king Edward, Messengers, Watchmen, &c. Lord Hastings,

SCENE,-during part of the third Act, in France; Lord Stafford,

during all the rest of the Play, in England.

lords ;

I WONDER, how the king escap'd our hands.

ACT I.

York. Assist me then, sweet Warwick, and I will; SCENE 1.-London. The Parliament-House. Drums.

For hither we have broken in by force. Seme Soldiers of York's Party break in. Then, en

Norf. We'll all assist you ; he, that flies, shall die. ter the Duke of York, Edward, Richard, Norfolk,

York. Thanks, gentle Norfolk.–Stay by me, my Montague, Warwick, and others, with white Roses in their Hats.

And, soldiers, stay, and lodge by me this night.
Warwick.

War. And, when the king comes, offer him po vi

olence,

Unless he seek to thrust you out by force. (They retire. Tork. While we pursu'd the horsemen of the north, York. The queen, this day, here holds her parliaHe slily stole away, and left his men :

ment, Whereat the great lord of Northumberland,

But little thinks we shall be of her council: Whose warlike ears could never brook retreat, By words, or blows, here let us win our right. Cheer'd up the drooping army; and himself,

Rich. Arm'd as we are, let's stay within this house. Lord Clifford, and lord Stafford. all a-breast,

War. The bloody parliament shall this be call’d, Charg'd our main battle's front, and, breaking in,

Unless Plantagenet, duke of York, be king;
Were by the swords of common soldiers slaio.

And bashful Henry depos'd, whose cowardice
Edre. Lord Stafford's father, duke of Buckingham, Hath made us by-words to our enemies.
Is either slain, or wounded dangerous :

York. Then leave me not, my lords; be resolute; I cleft his beaver with a downright blow;

I mean to take possession of my right. That this is true, father, behold his blood.

War. Neither the king, nor he that loves him best, [Showing his bloodly sword. ||-The proudest he that hokls up Lancaster, Mont. And, brother, here's the earl of Wiltshire's Dare stir a wing, if Warwick shake his bells. blood,

[To York, showing his. I'll plant Plantagenet, root him up who dares :Whom I encounter'd as the battles join’d.

Resolve thee, Richard ; claim the English crown. Rich. Speak thou for me, and tell them what I did. (Warwick leads York to the throne, who seats (Throwing down the Duke of Somerset's head.

himself. York. Richard hath best deserv'd of all my sons.

Flourish. Enter King Henry, Clifford, NorthumberWhat, is your grace dead, my lord of Somerset ? Norf. Such hope have all the line of John of Gaunt!

land, Westmoreland, Exeter, and others, with red

Roses in their Hats. Rich. Thus do I hope to shake king Henry's head.

War. And so do I.-Victorious prince of York, K. Hen. My lords, look where the sturdy rebel sits, Before I see thee seated in that throne

Even in the chair of state ! belike, he means, Which now the house of Lancaster usurps,

(Backd by the power of Warwick, that false peer) I vow by heaven, these eyes shall never close. To aspire unto the crown, and reign as king. This is the palace of the fearful king,

Earl of Northumberland, he slew thy father ;And this the regal seat: possess it, York:

And thine, lord Clifford; and you both have vow'd reFor this is thine, and not king Henry's heirs'.

venge

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 barns, 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

fiy. 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 grace and mercy at my feet;
I am thy sovereign.
York.

Thou art deceiv'd, 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 ustrping Henry.

Clif. Whom should be 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 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.

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. Har. Poor Clifford ! how I scoru 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 ; 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, inethinks,

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 lor'st 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 kare 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

throne,
Wherein my grandsire, and my father, sat?
No: first shall war unpeople this my realm;
Ay, and their colours-often borve 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 kim.
K. Hen. Henry the Fourth by conquest got the

crown.
York. 'Twas by rebellion against lus king.

K. Hen. I know not what to say; my uitle's 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,
Resign'd the crown to Henry the Fourth ;
Whose heir my father was, and I am his.

York. He rose against him, being his sovereign,
And made him to resign his crown perforce.

War. Suppose, ing lords, he did it unconstraint, Think you, 'twere prejudicial to his crown?

Exe, No; for he could not so resign his crowd),
But that the next heir should succeed and reign.

K. Hen. Art thou against us, duke of Exeter?
Exe. His is the right, and therefore pardon me.
York. Why whisper you, my lords, and answer net!
Exe. My conscience tells me, he is lawful king.
K. Hen. All will revolt from me and turn to him.

North. Plantagenet, for all the claim thou lay'st, Think not, that Henry shall be so depos'd.

War. Depos'd he shall be, in despite of all.
North. Thou art deceiv'd: 'tis not thy souther

power,
Of Essex, Norfolk, Suffolk, nor of Kept,-
Which makes thee thus presumptuous and proud
Can set the duke up, in despite of me'

Clif. King Henry, be thy title right or wrong, Lord Clifford vows to fight in thy defence: May that ground gape, and swallow me alive, Where I shall kneel to him that slew my father.

K. Hen. O Clifford, how thy words revive my heart!

York. Henry of Lancaster, resign thy crown-
What mutter you, or what conspire you, lords?

War. Do right unto this princely duke of York ;
Or I will fill the house with armed men,
And o'er the chair of state, where now he sits,
Write up his title with usurping blood.

(He stamps, and the Soldiers shet themelos K. Hen. My lord of Warwick, hear me but olle word: Let me, for this my life-time, reign as king.

York. Confirin the crown to me, and to mine hein, And thou shalt reign in quiet wlule chou livista

K. Hen. I am content: Richard Plantagusel,
Enjoy the kingdoni after my decease.

Clif. What wrong is this unto the prince your
Wer. What good is this to England, and hime!?

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West. Base, fearfal, and despairing Henry! And given unto the house of York such head,
Clif. How hast thou injurd both thyself and us? As thou shalt reign but by their sufferance.
West. I cannot stay to hear these articles.

To entail him and his heirs unto the crown,
North. Nor I.

What is it, but to make thy sepulchre,
Clif. Coine, cousin, let us tell the queen these news. And creep into it far before thy time?
West. Farewell, faint-hearted and degenerate king, Warwick is chancellor, and the lord of Calais ;
In whose cold blood po spark of honour 'bides. Stern Faulconbridge commands the narrow seas;

North. Be thon a prey unto the house of York, The duke is made protector of the realm ;
And die in bands for this unmanly deed !

And yet shalt thou be safe? such safety finds
Clif. In dreadful war may'st thou be overcome ! The trembling lamb, environed with wolves.
Or live in peace, abandon'd, and despis'd!

Had I been there, which am a silly woman, [Exeunt North. Clif. and West. The soldiers should have tossd me on their pikes, War. Turn this way, Henry, and regard them not. Before I would have granted to that act. Exe. They seek revenge, and therefore will not But thou preferr'st thy life before thine honour : yield.

And seeing thou dost, I here divorce myself, K. Hen. Ah, Exeter!

Both from thy table, Henry, and thy bed,
War.

Why should you sigh, my lord? Until that act of parliament be repeal'd,
K. Hen. Not for myself, lord Warwick, but my son, || Whereby my son is disinherited.
Whom I unnaturally shall disinherit.

The northern lords, that have forsworn thy colours, But, be it as it may :-I here entail

Will follow mine, if once they see them spread : The crown to thee, and to thine heirs for ever; And spread they shall be; to thy foul disgrace, Conditionally, that here thou take an oath

And utter ruin of the house of York. To cease this civil war, and, whilst I live,

Thus do I leave thee :-Come, son, let's away; To honour me as thy king and sovereign ;

Our army's ready; come, we'll after them. And neither by treason, nor hostility,

K. Hen. Stay gentle Margaret, and hear me speak. To seek to put me down, and reign thyself.

Q. Mar. Thou hast spoke too much already; get York. This oath I willingly take, and will perform.

[Coming from the throne. K. Hen. Gentle son Edward, thou wilt stay with me? Har. Long live king Henry !-Plantagenet, em Q. Mar. Ay, to be murder'd by his enemies. brace him.

Prince. When I return with victory from the field, K. Hen. And long live thou, and these thy forward I'll see your grace : till then, I'll follow her.

l. Mar. Come, son, away; we may not linger thus. Tork. Now York and Lancaster are reconcild.

(Exeunt Queen Margaret, and the Prince. Fixe. Accurs'd be he, that seeks to make them foes!

K. Hen. Poor queen! how love to me, and to her son, [Senet. The lords come forward. | Hath made her break out into terms of rage ! York. Farewell, my gracious lord ; I'll to my castle. Reveng'd may she be on that hatefui duke; War. And I'll keep London, with my soldiers. Whose haughty spirit, winged with desire. Korf. And I to Norfolk with my followers. Will cost my crown, and, like an empty eagle, Ment. And I unto the sea, from whence I came. Tire on the flesh of me, and of my son ! [E.xeunt York, and his Sons, Warwick, Norfolk, || The loss of those three lords torments my heart:

Montague, Soldiers, and Attendants. I'll write upto them, and entreat them fair ;K. Hen. And I, with grief and sorrow, to the court. Come, cousin, you shall be the messenger.

Exe. And I, I hope, shall reconcile them all. Enter Queen Margaret and the Prince of Wales.

[Exeunt. Exe. Here comes the queen, whose looks bewray

SCENE 11.- A Room in Sandal Castle, near Wake

field, in Yorkshire. Enter Edward, Richard, and Exeter, so will I.

[Going

Montague. 2. Mar. Nay, go not from me, I will follow thee. Rich. Brother, though I be youngest, give me leave. K. Hen. Be patient, gentle queen, and I will stay.

Edre. No, I can better play the orator. 9. Mar. Who can be patient in such extremes ?

Mont. But I have reasons strong and forcible. Ah, wretched man! 'would I had died a maid,

Enter York. And never seen thee, never borne thee son,

York. Why, how now, sons and brother, at a strife? Seeing thou hast prov'd so unnatural a father! What is your quarrel? bow began it first? Hath he deservd to lose his birthright thus?

Edw. No quarrel, but a slight contention. liadst thou but loved him half so well as I;

York. About what? Or felt that pain which I did for him onee;

Rich. About that, which concerns your grace, and Of nourish'd him, as I did with my blood; Throu wouldst have left thy dearest heart-blood there, The crown of England, father, which is yours. Rather than made that savage duke thine heir, York. Mine, boy ? not till king Henry be dead. Ard disinherited thine only son.

Rich. Your right depends not on his life, or death, Prince. Father you cannot disinberit me:

Edw. Now you are heir, therefore enjoy it now: If you be king, why should not I succeed ?

By giving the house of Lancaster leave to breathe, 4. Hen. Pardon me, Margaret ;-pardon me, sweet

It will out-run you, father, in the end.

2ork. I took an oath, that he should quietly reign. - The earl of Warwiek, and the duke, enforc'd me. Erlw. Bilt, for a kingdom, any oath may be broken : Q. Nar. Enfore'd thee! art thou king, and wilt

I'd break a thousand oaths, to reign ore year. be fore'd ?

Prich. No; God forbid, your grace should be for I shame to bear thee speak. Ah, timorous wretch!

gworn. Thou hrastnindore thyself, thy son, and me;

rurk. I shall be, if I daima loy open wat.

her anger: I'll steal away

K. Hen.

us;

son;

Rich. I'll prove the contrary, if you'll hear me speak.

Enter Clifford, and Soldiers. York. Thou canst not, son ; it is impossible.

Clif. Chaplain, away! thy priesthood saves thy life Rich. An oath is of no moment, being not took As for the brat of this accursed duke, Before a true and lawful magistrate,

Whose father slew my father,-he shall die. That hath authority over him that swears :

Tutor. And I, my lord, will bear him company. Henry had none, but did usurp the place ;

Clif. Soldiers, away with him. Then, seeing 'twas he that made you to depose, Tutor. Ah, Clifford! murder not this innocent child, Your oath, my lord, is vain and frivolous.

Lest thou be hated both of God and man. Therefore, to arms. And, father, do but think,

[Erit, forced off by Soldiers. How sweet a thing it is to wear a crown;

Clif. How now! is he dead already ? Or, is it fear, Within whose circuit is Elysium,

That makes him close his eyes ?-I'll open them. And all that poets feign of bliss and joy.

Rut. So looks the pent-up lion o'er the wretch Why do we linger thus ? I cannot rest,

That trembles under his devouring paws: Until the white rose, that I wear, be died

And so he walks, insulting o'er his prey; Even in the lukewarm blood of Henry's, heart. And so he comes to rend his limbs asuoder

York. Richard, enough; I will be king, or die Ah, gentle Clifford, kill me with thy sword, Brother, thou shalt to London presently,

And not with such a cruel threatening look. And whet on Warwick to this enterprize.

Sweet Clifford, hear me speak before I die ;Thou, Richard, shalt into the duke of Norfolk,

I am too mean a subject for thy wrath, And tell him privily of our intent

Be thou reveng'd on men, and let me live. You, Edward, shall unto my lord Cobham,

Clif. In vain thou speak’st, poor boy; my father's With whom the Kentishmen will willingly rise;

blood In them I trust; for they are soldiers,

Hath stopp'd the passage where thy words should enter. Witty and courteous, liberal, full of spirit.

Rut. Then let my father's blood open it again ; While you are thus employ'd, what resteth more, He is a man, and, Clifford, cope with him. But that I seek occasion how to rise ;

Clif. Had I thy brethren here, their lives, and thine And yet the king not privy to my drift,

Were not revenge sufficient for me;
Nor any of the house of Lancaster ?

No, if I digg'd up thy forefathers' graves,
Enter a Messenger.

And hung their rotten coffins up in chains,

It could not slake mine ire, nor ease my heart.
But, stay; what news ? why com’st thou in such post! The sight of any of the house of York
Mes. The queen, with all the northern earls and Is as a fury to torment my soul;
lords,

And till I root out their accursed line,
Intend here to besiege you in your castle ;

And leave not one alive, I live in hell. She is hard by with twenty thousand men;

Therefore And therefore fortify your hold, iny lord.

Rut. O let me pray before I take my death :York. Ay, with my sword. What! think*st thou,

To thee I pray; sweet Clifford, pity me! that we fear them :

Clif. Such pity as my rapier's point afford Edward and Richard, you shall stay with me ; Rut. I never did thee harm; why wilt thou slay me My brother Montague shall post to London:

Clif: Thy father hath. Let noble Warwick, Cobham, and the rest,

Rut.

But 'twas ere I was borne Whom we have left protectors of the king,

Thou hast one son, for his sake pity me; With powerful policy strengthen themselves,

Lest, in revenge thereof, sith God is just,
And trust not simple Henry, nor his oaths.

He be as miserably slain as I.
Mont. Brother, I go; I'll win them, fear it not: Ah, let' me live in prison all my days ;
And thus most hambly I do take my leave. [Exit. And when I give occasion of offence,
Enter Sir John and Sir Hugh Mortimer. Then let me die, for now thou hast no cause.

Clif: No cause?
York. Sir John, and sir Hugh Mortimer, mine uncles, Thy father slew my father; therefore, dic.
You are come to Sandal in a bappy hour;
The army of the queen mean to besiege us.

Rut. Dii faciant, laudis summa sit ista tuw! [Dies Sir John. She shall not need, we'll meet her in the

Clif. Plantagenet ! I come, Plantagenet ! field.

And this thy son's blood cleaving to my blade, Tork. What, with five thousand men ?

Shall rust upon my weapon, till thy blood, Rich. Ay, with five hundred, father, for a Deeds

Congeald with this, do make me wipe off both. [Estilo A woman's general ; what should we fear?

[d march afar off SCENE 17.-The same. Alarum. Enter York, Edw. I hear their drums; let's set our men in order ;

York. The army of the queen hath got the field: And issue forth, and bid them battle straight.

My uncles both are slain in rescuing me;
York. Five men to twenty! though the odds be great, And all my foMowers to the eager foe
I doubt not, uncle, of our victory.

Turn back, and fly, like ships before the wind,
Many a battle have I won in France,

Or lambs pursu'd by hunger starved wolves. When as the enemy hath been ten to one;

My sons-God knows what hath bechauced them; Why should I not now have the like success ? But this I know,-they have demeand themselves

(Alurum. Exeunt. Like men born to renown, by life, or death. SCENE III.- Plains near Sandal Castle. Alarums :

Three times did Richard make a lane to me; E.xcursions. Enler Rutland, and his Tutor.

And thrice cried-Courage, father! fight it out!

And full as oft came Edward to my side, Rut. Ah, whither shall I fly to 'scape their hands! With purple faulchion, painted to the built Ab, tutor! look, where bloody Cliford comes ! In blood of those that had encounter him:

[Lifting kis land.

(Clifford stabs him.

And when the hardiest warriors did retire,

The wanton Edward, and the lusty George? Richard cried, -Charge! and give no foot of ground! | And where's that valiant crooli-back prodigy, And cried, -A crown, or else a glorious tomb ! Dicky your boy, that, with luis grumbling voice, A sceptre, or an earthly sepulchre !

Was wont to cheer his dad in mutipies? With this, we charg'd again: but, out, alas!

Or, with the rest, where is your darling Rutland? We bodg'd again; as I have seen a swan

Look, York; I stain'd this napkin with the blood With bootless labour swim against the tide,

That valiant Clifford, with his rapier's point, And spend her strength with over-matching waves. Made issue from the bosom of the boy:

(A short alarum within. And, if thine eyes can water for his death, Ah, hark! the fatal followers do pursue ;

I give thee this to dry thy cheeks withal. And I am faint, and cannot fly their fury:

Alas, poor York! but that I hate thee deadly, And, were I strong, I would not shun their fury: I should lament thy miserable state. The sands are number'd, that make up my life; I pr’ythee, grieve, to make me merry, York; Here must I stay, and here my life must end. Stamp, rave, and fret, that I may sing and dance. Enter Queen Margaret, Clifford, Northumberland, and what, hath thy fiery heart so parch'd thine edtrails, Soldiers.

That not a tear can fall for Rutland's death? Come, bloody Clifford, -rough Northumberland, - Why art thou patient, man? thou should'st be mad; I dare your quenchless fury to more rage;

And I, to make thee mad, do mock thee thus. I am your butt, and I abide your shot.

Thou would'st be feed, I see, to make me sport;
North. Yield to our mercy, proud Plantagenet. York cannot speak, unless he wear a crown.-

Clif. Ay, to such mercy, as his ruthless arm, A crown for York ;-and, bords, bow low to lum.-
With downright payment, show'd unto my father. Hold yoy his hands, whilst I do set it on.-
Now Phaeton lath tumbled from his car,

[Putting a paper Crown on his Head. And made an evening at the noontide prick.

Ay, marry, sir, now looks he like a king! York. My ashes, as the phonix, may bring forth Ay, this is he that took king Henry's chair; A bird that will revenge upon you all :

And this is he was his adopted heir.And, in that hope, I throw mine eyes to heaven, But how is it that great Plantagenet Scorning whate'er you can afflict me with.

Is crown'd so soon, and broke his solemn oath?
Why come you not? what! multitudes, and fear? As I bethink me, you should not be king,

Clif. So eowards fight, when they can fly no further; Till our king Henry had shook hands with death.
So doves do peck the falcon's piereing talons ; And will you pale your liead in Henry's glory,
So desperate thieves, all hopeless of their lives, And rob his temples of the diadem,
Breathe out invectives 'gainst the officers.

Now in his life, against your holy oath?
Tork. 0, Clifford, but bethink thee once again, O, 'tis a fault too too 'unpardonable!-
And in thy thought o'er-run my former time: Off with the crown; and, with the crown, his head;
And, if thou canst for blushing, view this face ; And, whilst we breath, take time to do himn dead.
And bite thy tongue, that slanders him with cowardice, Clif. That is my office, for my father's sake.
Whose frown hath made thee faint and fly ere this. Q. Mar. Nay, stay; let's hear the orisons be makes.

Clif. I will not bandy with thee word for word; York. She-wolf of France, but worse than wolves of But buckle with thee blows, twice two for one.

France,

[Drans. || Whose longue more poisons than the adder's tooth ! Q. Mar. Hold, valiant Clifford ! for a thousand cau. How ill-beseeming is it in thy sex,

To triumph like an Amazonian trull, I would prolong a while the traitor's life ;

Upon their woes, whom fortune captivates ?
Wrath makes bir deaf : speak thou, Northumberland. But that the face is, visor-like, unchanging,

North. Hold, Clifford ; do not honour him so much, | Made impudent with use of evil deeds,
To prick thy finger, though to wound his heart: I would assay, proud queen, to make thee blush:
What valour were it, when a cur doth grin,

To tell thee whence thou cam'st, of whom deriv'd, For one to thrust his hand between his teeth,

Were shame enough to slame thee, wert thou pot When he might spurn him with his foot away?

shameless. It is war's prize to take all vantages;

Thy father bears the type of king of Naples, And ten to one is no impeach of valour.

of both the Sicils, and Jerusalem ; [They lay hands on York, who struggles. Yet not so wealthy as an English yeoman. Clif. Ay, ay, so strives the woodcock with the gin. Hath that poor monarch taught thee to insult? North. So doth the coney struggle in the net. It needs not, nor it boots thee not, proud queen;

(York is taken prisoner. Unless the stage must be verified, Terk. So triumph thieves upon their conquerda | That beggars, mounted, run their horse to death. booty;

'Tis beauty, that doth oft make women proud ; So true men yield, with robbers so o'er-match'd. But, God he knows, thy share thereof is small : North. What would your grace have done unto him "Tis virtue, that doth make them most admird; now?

The contrary doth make make thee wonder dat: 0. Mar. Brave warriors, Clifford and Northumber 'Tis government, that makes them seem divine; land,

The want thereof makes thee abominable :
Came make him stand upon this molehill here ; Thou art as opposite to every good,
That raught at mountains with outstretched arms, As the Antipodes are imto us,

mo, Yet parted but the shadow with his hand.

Or as the south to the septentrion.
What! was it you, that would be England's king? 0, tiger's heart, wrapp'd in a woman's hide!
Was't you that revelld in our parliament,

How could'st thou drain the life-blood of the clet's away. And made a preachment of your high descent ? To bid the father wipe his eyes withal,

[E.1 cunta Where are your mess of sons to back you now? And yet be seen to bear a woman's face?

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