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THE THIRD PART OF
KING HENRY VI.
SCENE I. London. The Parliament-house.
Drums. Some Soldiers of YORK's party break in. Then enter the
Duke of YORK, EDWARD, RICHARD, NORFOLK, MONTAGUE, WAR-
York. While we pursu'd the horsemen of the north,
Edw. Lord Stafford's father, Duke of Buckingham,
[Showing his bloody sword. Mont. [to York, showing his] And, brother, (3) here's the
Earl of Wiltshire's blood,
[Throwing down the Duke of Somerset's head. York. Richard hath best desery'd of all my sons.But, is your grace dead, my Lord of Somerset?
Norf. Such hap have all the line of John of Gaunt !
Rich. Thus do I hope(s) to shake King Henry's head.
War. And so do I.- Victorious Prince of York,
York. Assist me, then, sweet Warwick, and I will;
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 perforce.
[The Soldiers retire. 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 callid,
York. Then leave me not, my lords ; be resolute;
War. Neither the king, nor he that loves him best,
[Warwick leads York to the throne, who seats himself. Flourish. Enter King HENRY, CLIFFORD, NORTHUMBERLAND, WEST
MORELAND, EXETER, and others, with red roses in their hats.
K. Hen. My lords, look where the sturdy rebel sits,
And thine, Lord Clifford; and you both have vow'd revenge
North. If I be not, heavens be reveng'd on me!
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 so.
K. Hen. Ah, know you not the city favours them, And they have troops of soldiers at their beck?
Exe.(8) But when the duke is slain, they'll quickly ily.
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'rt deceiv'd ; I'm thine.
War. Exeter, thou’rt a traitor to the crown
Clif. Whom should he follow but his natural king?
West. He is both king and Duke of Lancaster;
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. No,(12) Warwick, I remember 't to my grief; And, by his soul, thou and thy house shall rue it.
West. Plantagenet, of thee, and these thy sons,
Clif. Urge it no more ; lest that, instead of words,
War. Poor Clifford ! how I scorn his worthless threats !
York. Will you we show our title to the crown?
K. Hen. What title hast thou, traitor, to the crown?
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're old enough now, and yet, methinks, you
Edw. Sweet father, do so; set it on your head.
Rich. Sound drums and trumpets, and the king will fly.
War. Plantagenet shall speak first : hear him, lords ;
K. Hen. Think'st thou that I will leave my kingly
Wherein my grandsire and my father sat?
And now in England to our heart's great sorrow,
War. But(18) prove it, Henry, and thou shalt be king.
York. What then?
K. Hen. An if he may, then am I lawful king;
York. He rose against him, being his sovereign,
War. Suppose, my lords, he did it unconstrain'd, Think you 'twere prejudicial to his crown?
Exe. No; for he could not so resign his crown
K. Hen. Art thou against us, Duke of Exeter?
North. Plantagenet, for all the claim thou lay'st,
War. Depos’d he shall be, in despite of all.
North. Thou art deceiv'd : 'tis not thy southern power,
Clif. King Henry, be thy title right or wrong,
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