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KING Henry VI.
Lords of King Henry's fide.
waras King Richard III.
of the Duke of York's Party.
Soldiers and other Attendants on King Henry, and King Edward.
In part of the Third Act, the SCENE is laid in France,
during all the rest of the Play, in England.
Alarum. Enter Duke of York, Edward, Richard,
Norfolk, Montague, Warwick, and Soldiers.
Wonder, how the King escap'd our hands !
York. While we pursu'd the horsemen of the north,
He fily stole away and left his men: Whereat the great Lord of Northumberland, Whose warlike ears could never brook retreat,
(1) The Third Part of King Henry VI.] The action of this play (which was at first printed under this title, Tbe true Tragedy of Richard Duke of York, and the good King Henry VI: or, The Second Part of the Content on of York and Lancaster) opens just after the first battle at St. Albans, wherein the York faction carries the day; and closes with the murder of King Henry VI, and the birth of Prince Edward, afterwards King Edward V. So that this history takes in the space of full 16 Years. The rancour of the contending factions, in this play, is painted too strongly to be agreeable: but the poet, in a great measure, goes on the authority of tradition : and if the noblemen appear more lavage than can fuit with their dignity or our present notion of foliteness; considerable allowances must be made for the inveteracy, with which this civil war was carried on in all its vicisitudes.
Chcard up the drooping army; and himself,
Edw. Lord Stafford's father, Duke of Buckingham,
Ment. And, brother, here's the Earl of Wiltshire's blood; Whom I encounter'd, as the battles join'd. Rich. Speak thou for me, and tell them what I did.
Throwing dorun the Duke of Somerset's head. York. Richard hath best deserv'd of all my sons : Is his Grace dead, my Lord of Somerset ?
Norf. Such hope have all the line of John of Gaunt!
War. And so do I. Victorious Prince of York,
York. Alift me then, sweet Warwick, and I will;
Norf. We'll all aslift you ; he, that flies, shall die.
York. Thanks, gentle Norfolk ; ftay by me, my Lords; And, foldiers, stay and lodge by me this night. [They go up.
War. And when the King comes, offer him no violence; Unless he seek to thrust you out by force.
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's,
York. Then leave me not; my Lords, be resolute;
War. Neither the King, nor he that loves him best,
morland, Exeter, and others.
North. If I be not, heav'ns be reveng'd on me!
K. Henry. Be patient, gentle Earl of Westmorland.
Cliff. Patience is for poltroons, and such is he:
North. Well halt thou spoken, cousin, be it so.
K. Henry. Ah! know you not, the city favours them, And they have troops of soldiers at their beck ?
Exe. But when the Duke is flain, they'll quickly fly. (2)
K. Henry. Far be the thought of this from Henry's heart,
(2) Weftm. But when the Duke is Nain, &c.] Ever fince the old edition by the players, hath this line been given to Wemorland: but, 'tis plain, the King in his speech immediately following replies as to Exeter, who in the modern books has not as yet spoke a word. I have, upon the authority of the oldest Quarta, restor'd this line, therefore, to Exeter E 4