THE THIRD PART OF KING HENRY THE SIXTH ACT I. SCENE I. London. The Parliament-house. Alarum. Enter the DUKE OF YORK, EDWARD, RICHARD, NORFOLK, MONTAGUE, Warwick, and Soldiers. War. I wonder how the king escaped our hands. York. While we pursued the horsemen of the north, He slily stole away and left his men : Whereat the great Lord of Northumberland, Sc. 1. The Parliament-house. The events of this scene, here supposed to immediately follow the battle of St. Alban's, really occurred five years later (1460). 7-9. This account of Clifford's death diverges from that given in the Second Part, v. 2. 13-28. The last named from the Contention, the present (historical) one from the True Tragedy. L. Were by the swords of common soldiers slain. Edw. Lord Stafford's father, Duke of Buckingham, Is either slain or wounded dangerous; I cleft his beaver with a downright blow: Mont. 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 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. And this the regal seat: possess it, York; For this is thine and not King Henry's heirs'. will; For hither we have broken in by force. 10 20 Norf. We'll all assist you; he that flies shall die. 30 York. Thanks, gentle Norfolk: stay by me, my lords; And, soldiers, stay and lodge by me this night. II. dangerous; so the Ff. Theobald altered to 'dangerously' without necessity. [They go up. 15. battles, battalions. 25. fearful, frightened. 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 But little thinks we shall be of her council : Rich. Arm'd as we are, let's stay within this War. The bloody parliament shall this be call'd, York. Then leave me not, my lords; be 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, 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, 46. he, man. ib. holds up, upholds. 47. An image from falconry; 40 50 small bells were attached to the falcon's legs, immediately above the jesses. 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 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 burns; I cannot brook it. K. Hen. Be patient, gentle Earl of West- 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. But when the duke is slain, they'll quickly fly. K. Hen. Far be the thought of this from To make a shambles of the parliament-house! Thou factious Duke of York, descend my throne, I am thy sovereign. Exe. For shame, come down: he made thee Duke of York. York. 'Twas my inheritance, as the earldom was. 62. Patience (trisyllabic). 78. the earldom, of March. бо 70 Exe. Thy father was a traitor to the crown. War. Exeter, thou art a traitor to the crown In following this usurping Henry. 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? 80 90 100 |