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K. Hen. Call Buckingham, and bid him arm himself.

York. Call Buckingham, and all the friends thou hast,

I am resolv'd for death or dignity.

Clif. The first I warrant thee, if dreams prove true,

War. You were best to go to bed, and dream again,

To keep thee from the tempest of the field.

Clif. I am resolv'd to bear a greater storm,
Than any thou canst conjure up to-day;
And that I'll write upon thy burgonet,
Might I but know thee by thy household badge.
War. Now, by my father's badge, old Nevil's

crest.

The rampant bear chain'd to the ragged staff,
This day I'll wear aloft my burgonet,
(As on a mountain-top the cedar shows,
That keeps his leaves in spite of any storm,)
Even to affright thee with the view thereof.
Clif. And from thy burgonet I'll rend thy bear,
And tread it under foot with all contempt,
Despite the bear-ward that protects the bear.

Y. Clif. And so to arms, victorious father,
To quell the rebels, and their 'complices.
Rich. Fie! charity, for shame! speak not in
spite,

For you shall sup with Jesu Christ to-night.
Y. Clif. Foul stigmatic, that's more than
thou canst tell.

Rich. If not in heaven, you'll surely sup in
hell.
[Exeunt severally.

SCENE II.-Saint Albans..
Alarums: Excursions. Enter WARWICK.
War. Clifford of Cumberland, 'tis Warwick
calls!

And if thou dost not hide thee from the bear,
Now, when the angry trumpet sounds alarm,
And dead men's cries do fill the empty air,
Clifford, I say, come forth and fight with me!
Proud northern lord, Clifford of Cumberland,
Warwick is hoarse with calling thee to arms.
Enter YORK.

How now, my noble lord? what, all a-foot?
York. The deadly-banded Clifford slew my
steed;

But match to match I have encounter'd him,
And made a prey for carrion kites and crows
Even of the bonny beast he lov'd so well.

Enter CLIFFORD,

War. Of one or both of us the time is come.

York. Hold, Warwick, seek thee out some

other chase,

For I myself must hunt this deer to death.
War. Then, nobly, York; 'tis for a crown
thou fight'st.-

As I intend, Clifford, to thrive to-day,
It grieves my soul to leave thee unassail'd.

[Exit WARWICK. Clif. What seest thou in me, York? why dost thou pause?

York. With thy brave bearing should I be in love,

But that thou art so fast mine enemy.

Clif. Nor should thy prowess want praise and esteem,

But that 'tis shown ignobly and in treason.

York. Thus war hath given thee peace, for
thou art still.

Peace with his soul, heaven, if it be thy will!
[Erit.

Enter young CLIFFORD.

Y. Clif. Shame and confusion! all is on the
rout !

Fear frames disorder, and disorder wounds
Where it should guard. O war, thou son of
hell,

Whom angry heavens do make their minister,
Throw in the frozen bosoms of our part
Hot coals of vengeance !-Let no soldier fly:
He that is truly dedicate to war,

Hath no self-love; nor he, that loves himself,
Hath not essentially, but by circumstance,
The name of valour.-O let the vile world end,
[Seeing his dead Father.
And the premised* flames of the last day
Knit earth and heaven together!
Now let the general trumpet blow his blast,
Particularities and petty sounds

To cease! +-Wast thou ordain'd, dear father,
To lose thy youth in peace, and to achieve
The silver livery of advised § age;

And, in thy reverence and thy chair-days

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spares;

No more will I their babes: tears virginal
Shall be to me even as the dew to fire;
And beauty, that the tyrant oft reclaims,
Shall to my flaming wrath be oil and fax.
Henceforth, I will not have to do with pity:
Meet I an infant of the house of York,
Into as many gobbets will I cut it,
As wild Medea young Absyrtus did:
In cruelty will I seek out my faine.
Come, thou new ruin of old Clifford's bouse;
[Taking up the Body.

As did Æneas old Anchises bear,
So bear I thee upon my manly shoulders;
But then Æneas bare a living load,
Nothing so heavy as these woes of mine.

[Erit.

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Q. Mar. What are you made of? you'll not
fight nor fly;

Now is it manhood, wisdom, and defence,
To give the enemy way; and to secure us

York. So let it help me now against thy By what we can, which can no more but fly.

sword,

As I in justice and true right express it!
Clif. My soul and body

on the action
both!-
York. A dreadful lay! -address thee in-
stantly.
[They fight, and CLIFFORD falls.
Clif. La fin couronne les œuvres. [Dies.

• Helmet. + One on whom nature hath set a mark of deformity, a stigma. † A dreadful wager; a tremendous stake.

[Alarum afar of. If you be ta'en, we then should see the bottom Of all our fortunes: but if we haply scape, (As well we may, if not through your neglect,) We shall to London get; where you are lov'd; And where this breach, now in our fortunes made, May readily be stopp'd.

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Enter young CLIFFORD.

But still, where danger was,' still there I met hitn;

Y. Clif. But that my heart's on future mis- And like rich hangings in a homely house,

chief set,

I would speak blasphemy ere bid you fly;
But fly you must; uncurable discomfit

Reigns in the hearts of all our present parts. •
Away, for your relief! and we will live
To see their day, and them our fortune give:
Away, my lord, away!

[Exeunt.

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So was his will in his old feeble body,
But, noble as he is, look where he comes.

Enter SALISBURY.

Sal. Now, by my sword, well hast thou fought to-day;

By the mass, so did we all.-I thank you, Richard :
God knows how long it is I have to live;
And it hath pleas'd him, that three times to-day
You have defended me from imminent death.-
Well, lords, we have not got that which we have:
Tis not enough our foes are this time fled,
Being opposites of such repairing nature. +

York. I know our safety is to follow them;
For, as I hear, the king is fled to London,
To call a present court of parliament.

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!

[Exeunt.

I. e. We have not secured that which we have acquired.

t1.e. Being enemies that are likely so soon to ralle and recover themselves from this defeat.

THIRD PART

OF

KING HENRY VI

LITERARY AND HISTORICAL NOTICE.

THE action of this play comprehends a period of sixteen years. It commences with the events immediately succeeding 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, Kisổ Fdward, the Duke of Gloucester, and the Earl of Warwick, are very strongly and distinctly painted.".

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SCENE, during part of the third Act, in France; during all the rest of the Play, in England.

ACT I.

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,
WARWICK, and others with White Roses in
their Hats.

War. I wonder how the king escap'd our hands.
York. While we pursued the horsemen of the
He slily stole away, and left his men: [north,
Whereat the great lord of Northumberland,
Whose warlike ears could never brook retreat,
Cheer'd up the drooping army; and himself,
Lord Clifford, and lord Stafford, all abreast,
Charg'd our main battle's front, and, break
ing in,
Were by the swords of common soldiers slain.

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HENRY

Rich. Thus do I hope to shake king Henry's |
head.

War. And so do 1.-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.
This is the palace of the fearful king,
And this the regal seat: possess it, York:
For this is thine, and not king Henry's heirs.
York. Assist me then, sweet Warwick, and I
will;

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 by force.

York. The queen, this day,

parliament,

[They retire. here holds her

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'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 re-
solute;

I mean to take possession of my right.

War. Neither the king, nor he that loves
him best,

The proudest be that holds up Lancaster,
Dares stir a wing, if Warwick shake his bells.
I'll plant Plantagenet, root him up who dares :-
Resolve thee, Richard; claim the English

crown.

[WARWICK Leads YORK to the Throne, who seats himself.

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.

Ere. 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.

self.

Content thy

War. Be duke of Lancaster, let him be king.
West. He is both king and duke of Lancas-

ter:

And that the lord of Westmoreland shall main

tain.

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

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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,

Flourish. Enter King HENRY, CLIFFORD,
NORTHUMBERLAND, WESTMORELAND, EXE-I send thee, Warwick, such a messenger,
TER, and others, with red Roses in their As shall revenge his death, before I stir.
War. Poor Clifford ! how I scorn his worth-
Hats.

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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 borne in France;
And now in England, to our heart's great sor-
row,

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 king.

K. Hen. Henry the fourth by conquest got

the crown.

York. 'Twas by rebellion against his king. K. Hen. I know not what to say; my title's weak.

Tell me, may not a king adopt an heir?

York. What then?

K. Hen. And 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 bis.
York. He rose against him, being his sove-
reign,

And made him to resign his crown perforce. War. Suppose, my lords, he did it unconstrain'd,

Think you, 'twere prejudicial to his crown ? * Ere. No; for he could not so resign his crown,

Bu 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 an

swer not?

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 south

ern power,

Of Essex, Norfolk, Suffolk, nor of Kent,
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 fa-
ther!

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Conditionally, that here thon take an oath
To cease this civil war, and, whilst I live,
To honour me as thy king and sovereign;
And neither by treason, nor hostility,
To seek to put me down and reign thyself.
York. This oath I willingly take, and will

perform. [Coming from the Throne. War. Long live king Henry!— Piantagenet, embrace him.

K. Hen. Aud long live thou, and these thy forward sons!

York. Now York and Lancaster are reconcil'd.

Exe, Accurs'd be he that seeks to mkae them foes!

[Senet. The Lords come forward. York. Farewell, my gracious lord; I'll to my

castle.

War. And I'll keep London, with my sol diers.

Norf. And I to Norfolk, with my followers. Mont. And I unto the sea, from whence 1

came.

[Exeunt YORK, and his Sons, WARWICK, NORFOLK, MONTAGUE, Soldiers, and Attendants.

K. Hen. And I with grief and sorrow to the

court.

K. Hen. O Clifford, how thy words revive my Enter Queen MARGARET and the Prince of

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 op his title with usurping blood.

He stamps and the Soldiers show them-
selves.

K. Hen. My lord of Warwick, hear me but one word ;

Let me, for this my life-time, reign as king. York. Confirm the crown to me, and to mine heirs,

And thou shalt reign in quiet while thou liv'st. K. Hen. I am content: Richard Plantagenet, Enjoy the kingdom after my decease.

Clif. What wrong is this unto the prince your

son?

War. What good is this to England and himself?

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