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Enter young CLIFFORD.
But still, where danger was, still there I met him;
Y. Clif. But that my heart's on future mis- And like rich hangings in a homely house,
I would speak blasphemy ere bid you fly;
Reigns in the hearts of all our present parts.⚫
SCENE III-Fields near Saint Albans.
So was his will in his old feeble body,
By the mass, so did we all.-I thank you, Richard :
York. I know our safety is to follow them;
Let us pursue him ere the writs go forth:What says lord Warwick; shall we after them?
War. After them! nay, before them, if we can. Now by my faith, lords, 'twas a glorious day: Saint Alban's battle, won by famous York, Shall be eterniz'd in all age to come.Sound, drums and trumpets ;-and to London all: And more such days as these to us befall!
1. e. We have not secured that which we have ac quired.
1.e. Being enemies that are likely so soon to rally and recover themselves from this defeat
KING HENRY VI.
LITERARY AND HISTORICAL NOTICE.
THE action of this play comprehends a period of sixteen years. It commences with the events immediately suc ceeding the disastrous battle of St. Alban's, 1455, and concludes with the murder of King Henry VI. and the birth of Prince Edward, (afterwards Edward V.) 1471. Dr. Johnson says, " Of these three plays, I think the second the best. The truth is, they have not sufficient variety of action, for the incidents are too often of the same kind; yet many of the characters are well discriminated. King Henry and his queen, King Fdward, the Duke of Gloucester, and the Earl of Warwick, are very strongly and distinctly painted."
DUKE OF NORFOLK,
MARQUIS OF MONTAGUE,
EARL OF WARWICK,
Of the Duke of
EARL OF PEMBROKE,
SIR JOHN MORTIMER, Uncles to the Duke
HENRY, Earl of Richmond, a Youth.
LORD RIVERS, Brother to Lady Grey.
SIR JOHN MONTGOMERY.
SIR JOHN SOMERVILLE.
MAYOR of York.
LIEUTENANT of the Tower.
TWO KEEPERS.-A HUNTSMAN.-A Son that has killed his Father.-A Father that has killed his Son.
GREY, afterwards Queen to Ed
BONA, Sister to the French Queen.
Soldiers, and other attendants on King Henry and King Edward, Messengers, watchmen, &c.
SCENE, during part of the third Act, in France; during all the rest of the Play, in England.
Rich. Thus do I hope to shake king Henry's | head.
War. And so do 1.-Victorious prince of
Before I see thee seated in that throne
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
York. The queen, this day,
[They retire. here holds her
But little thinks we shall be of her council :
War. The bloody parliament shall this be call'd,
Unless Plantagenet, duke of York, be king; And bashful Henry depos'd, 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.
The proudest he that holds up Lancaster,
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
Thy kinsmen, and thy friends, I'll have more lives,
Than drops of blood were in my father's veins. Clif. Ürge it no more; lest that, instead of
I send thee, Warwick, such a messenger,
War. Poor Clifford how I scorn his worth
York. Will you we show our title to the
If not, our swords shall plead it in the field.
Thy father was, as thou art, duke of York;
I am the son of Henry the Fifth,
And seiz'd upon their towns and provinces. War. Talk not of France, sith thou hast lost
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 me
thinks, 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 thon lov'st aud 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;