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KING HENRY VI.

Sir Hugo Mortimer, }

PERSONS REPRESENTED. King Henry the Sixth :

Sir John Mortimer,

uncles lo the duke of York, Edward, prince of Wales, his son. Lewis XI. king of France.

Henry, earl of Richmond, a youth. Duke of Somerset,

Lord Rivers, brother to Lady Grey. Sir William Duke of Exeter,

Stanley. Sir John Montgomery. Sir John SomEarl of Oxford,

lords on King Hen- erville. Tutor to Rutland. Mayor of York. Earl of Northumberland,

ry's side.

Lieutenant of the Tower. A Nobleman. Two Earl of Westmoreland,

Keepers. A Huntsman. A Son that has killed Lord Clifford,

his father. A Father that has killed his son. Richard Plantagenet, duke of York. Edward, earl of March, afterwards

Queen Margaret. King Edward IV.

Lady Grey, afterwards queen to Edward IV. Edmund, earl of Rutland,

his sons. Bona, sister to the queen. George, afterwards duke of Clarence, Richard, afterwards duke of Glocester, )

Soldiers, and other attendants on King Henry and Duke of Norfolk,

King Edward, Messengers, Watchmen, f'c. Marquis of Montague, Earl of Warwick, of the duke of York's Scene, during part of the third act, in France, Earl of Pembroke,

party.

during all the rest of the play, in England. Lord Hastings, Lord Stafford,

will;

ACT I.

War. And so do I.–Victorious prince of York,

Before see thee seated in that throne SCENE I.-London. The Parliament House. Which now the house of Lancaster usurps,

Drums. Some soldiers of York's party break || I vow by heaven, these eyes shall never close. in. Then, enter the Duke of York, Edward, This is the palace of the fearful king, Richard, Norfolk, Montague, Warwick, and . And this the regal seat: possess it, York: others, with white roses in their hats.

For this is thine, and not king Henry's heirs'.

York. Assist me then, sweet Warwick, and I Warwick.

For hither we have broken in by force. I WONDER, how the king escap'd our hands. Norf. We'll all assist you; he, that flies, shall die. York. While we pursu'd the horsemen of the York. Thanks, gentle Norfolk.-Stay by me, north,

my lords; He slily stole away, and left his men:

* And, soldiers, stay, and lodge by me this night. Whereat the great lord of Northumberland, War. And, when the king comes, offer him no Whose warlike ears could never brook retreat,

violence, Cheer'd up the drooping army; and himself, Unless he seek to thrust you out by force. • Lord Clifford, and lord Stafford, all a-breast,

[They retire. • Charg’d our main battle's front, and, breaking in, * York. The queen, this day, here holds her • Were by the swords of common soldiers slain.

parliament, Edw. Lord Stafford's father, duke of Buckingham,|| * But little thinks we shall be of her council: • Is either slain, or wounded dangerous :

* By words, or blows, here let us win our right. I cleft his beaver with a downright blow;

Rich. Arm'd as we are, let's stay within this • That this is true, father, behold his blood.

house. (Showing his bloody sword. War. The bloody parliament shall this be call’d, Mont. And, brother, here's the earl of Wiltshire's Unless Plantagenet, duke of York, be king;

blood, (70 York, showing his. And bashful Henry depos’d, whose cowardice Whom I encounter'd as the battles join'd. Hath made us by-words to our enemies. Rich. Speak thou for me, and tell them what I did. • York. Then leave me not, my lords; be resolute;

(Throwing down the duke of Somerset's head. I mean to take possession of my right. * York. Richard hath best deserv'd of all my War. Neither the king, nor he that loves him best,

• The proudest he that holds up Lancaster, What, is your grace dead, my lord of Somerset? Dares stir a wing, if Warwick shake his bells, Norf. Such hope have all the line of John of Gaunt!

(1) Hawks had sometimes little bells hung on Rich. Thus do I hope to shake king Henry's them, perhaps to dare the birds ; that is, to fright head.

them from rising.

sons.--

I'll plant Plantagenet, root him up who dares :- York. Will you, we show our title to the crown? Resolve thee, Richard; claim the English crown. • If not, our swords shall plead it in the field. (Warwick leads York to the throne, who seats K. Hen. What title hast thou, traitor, to the himself.

crown? Flourish. Enter King Henry, Clifford, Northum- Thy father was, as thou art, duke of York ; berland, Westinoreland, Exeter, and others, with Thy grandfather, Roger Mortimer, earl of March :

I am the son of Henry the Fifth, red roses in their hats.

Who made the dauphin and the French to stoop, K. Hen. My lords, look where the sturdy rebel sits, || And seiz'd upon their towns and provinces. Even in the chair of state! belike, he means War. Talk

not of France, sith' thou hast lost it all. (Back'd by ihe power of Warwick, that false peer,) K. Hen. The lord protector lost it, and not I; To aspire unto the crown, and reign as king: - When I was crown'd, I was but nine months old. Earl of Northumberland, he slew thy father;- Rich. You are old enough now, and yet, methinks And thine, lord Clifford; and you both have vow'd

you lose :revenge

Father, tear the crown from the usurper's head. On him, his sons, his favourites, and his friends. Edw. Sweet father, do so; set it on your head.

North. If I be not, heavens, be reveng'don me! Mont. Good brother, (To York.) as thou lov'st Clif. The hope thereof makes Clifford mourn in

and honour'st arms, steel.

Let's fight it out, and not stand cavilling thus. West. What, shall we suffer this? let's pluck him Rich. Sound drums and trumpets, and the king down :

will fly. • My heart for anger burns, I cannot brook it. York. Sons, peace!

K Hen. Be patient, gentle earl of Westmoreland. K. Hen. Peace thou! and give king Henry leave Clif. Patience is for poltroons, and such as he ;

to speak. He durst not sit there had your father liv’d.

War. Plantagenet shall speak first :-hear him, My gracious lord, here in the parliament

lords; Let us assail the family of York.

And be you silent and attentive too, North. Well hast thou spoken, cousin ; be it so. For he, that interrupts him, shall not live.

K. Hen. Ah, know you not, the city favours them, K. Hen. Think'st thou, that I will leave my And they have troops of soldiers at their beck?

kingly throne, Exe. But when the duke is slain, they'll quickly fly. Wherein my grandsire, and my father, sat? K. Hen. Far be the thought of this from Henry's || No: first shall war unpeople this my realm; heart,

Ay, and their colours-often borne in France; To make a shambles of the parliament-house! And now in England, to our heart's great sorrow, Cousin of Exeter, frowns, words, and threats, Shall be my winding sheet.—Why faint you,

lords? Shall be the war that Henry means to use. - My title's good, and better far than his.

[They advance to the Duke. War. But prove it, Henry, and thou shalt be king. Thou factious duke of York, descend my throne, K. Hen. Henry the Fourth by conquest got the And kneel for grace

and

mercy at my feet; I am thy sovereign.

York. 'Twas by rebellion against his king. York.

Thou art deceiv'd, I am thine. K. Hen. I know not what to say; my title's weak. Exe. For shame, come down; he made thee duke | Tell me, may not a king adopt an heir ? of York.

York. What then? York. 'Twas my inheritance, as the earldom was. K. Hen. An if he may, then am I lawful king : Ere. Thy father was a traitor to the crown. · For Richard, in the view of many lords,

War. Exeter, thou art a traitor to the crown, Resign'd the crown to Henry the Fourth; In following this usurping Henry.

Whose heir my father was, and I am his. Clif. Whom should he follow, but his natural York. He rose against him, being his sovereign, king?

And made him to resign his crown perforce. War. True, Clifford; and that's Richard, duke War. Suppose, my lords, he did it unconstrain'd, of York.

Think you, 'twere prejudicial to his crown ?2 K. Hen. And shall I stand, and thou sit in my Eue. No; for he could not so resign his crown, - throne?

But that the next heir should succeed and reign. York. It must and shall be so. Content thyself. K. Hen. Art thou against us, duke of Exeter? War. Be duke of Lancaster, let him be king. Ere. His is the right, and therefore pardon me.

West. He is both king and duke of Lancaster : * York. Why whisper you, my lords, and answer And that the lord of Westmoreland shall maintain.

not? War. And Warwick shall disproveit. You forget, Exe. My conscience tells me he is lawful king. That we are those, which chas'd you from the field, K. Hen. All will revolt from me, and turn to him. And slew your fathers, and with colours spread North. Plantagenet, for all the claim thou lay'st, March'd through the city to the palace gates. Think not, that Henry shall be so depos'd. North. Yes, Warwick, I remember it to my grief; War. Depos'd he shall be, in despite of all. And, by his soul, thou and thy house shall rue it. North. Thou art deceiv'd : 'tis not thy southern West. Plantagenet, of thee, and these thy sons,

power, Thy kinsmen, and thy friends, I'll have more lives, |. Of Essex, Norfolk, Suffolk, nor of Kent,Than drops of blood were in my father's veins. Which makes thee thus presumptuous and proud, — *Clif. Urge it no more; lest that, instead of Can set the duke up, in despite of me. words,

Clif. King Henry, thy title right or wrong, I send thee, Warwick, such a messenger, Lord Clifford vows to fight in thy defence : As shall revenge his death, before I stir.

May that ground gape, and swallow me alive, War. Poor Clifford! how I scorn his worth-|. Where I shall kneel to him that slew my father! less threats !

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K. Hen. O Clifford, how thy words revive my 'Q. Mar. Nay, go not from me, I will follow heart!

thee. York. Henry of Lancaster, resign thy crown :- K. Hen. Be patient, gentle queen, and I will What mutter you, or what conspire you, lords ?

stay War. Do right unto this princely duke of York; Q. Mar. Who can be patient in such extremes? Or I will fill the house with armed men,

* Ah, wretched man! would I had died a maid, And, o'er the chair of state, where now he sits, * And never seen thee, never borre thee son, Write up his title with usurping blood.

* Seeing thou hast prov'd so unnatural a father! [He stamps, and the soldiers show themselves. * Hath he deserv'd to lose his birthright thus? K. Hen. My lord of Warwick, hear me but * Hadst thou but lov'd him half so well as I; one word ;--

* Or felt that pain which I did for him once; • Let me, for this my life-time, reign as king. * Or nourish'l him, as I did with my blood;

York. Confirm the crown to me, and to mine heirs, * Thou wouldst have left thy dearest heart-blood And thou shalt reign in quiet whilst thou liv'st.

there, K. Hen. I am content: Richard Plantagenet, * Rather than made that savage duke thine heir, Enjoy the kingdom after my decease.

* And disinherited thine only son. Clif: What wrong is this unto the prince your son? * Prince. Father, you cannot disinherit me: War. What good is this to England, and himself?* If you be king, why should not I succeed? West. Base, fearful, and despairing Henry ! * K. Hen. Pardon me, Margaret ;-pardon me, Clif. How hast thou injured both thyself and us! West. I cannot stay to hear these articles. * The earl of Warwick, and the duke, enforc'd North. Nor I. Clif. Come, cousin, let us tell the queen these * Q. Mar. Enforc'd thee! art thou king, and

wilt be forc'd ? * West. Farewell, faint-hearted and degenerate I shame to hear thee speak. Ah, timorous wretch! king,

Thou hast undone thyself, thy son, and me; * In whose cold blood no spark of honour 'bides. And given unto the house of York such head,

North. Be thou a prey unto the house of York, || * As thou shalt reign but by their sufferance. * And die in bands for this unmanly deed! * To entail him and his heirs unto the crown,

Clif: In dreadful war may'st thou be overcome! || * What is it, but to make thy sepulchre, Or live in peace, abandon'd, and despis'd! * And creep into it far before thy time?

[Exeunt North. Clity and West. * Warwick is chancellor, and the lord of Calais ; * War. Turn this way, Henry, and regard them Stern Faulconbridge commands the narrow seas; not.

The duke is made protector of the realm; Exe. They seek revenge, and therefore will not And yet shalt thou be safe? *such safety finds yield.

* The trembling lamb, environed with wolves. K. Hen. Ah, Exeter!

• Had I been there, which am a silly woman, Why should you sigh, my lord: The soldiers should have toss'd me on their pikes, K. Hen. Not for myself, lord Warwick, but my. Before I would have granted to that act. son,

* But thou preferr'st thy life before thine honour: Whom I unnaturally shall disinherit.

* And seeing thou dost, I here divorce myself, But, be it as it may :-I here entail

• Both from thy' table, Henry, and thy bed, • The crown to thee, and to thine heirs for ever; * Until that act of parliament be repeald, Conditionally, that here thou take an oath

Whereby my son is disinherited. To cease this civil war, and, whilst I live, The northern lords, that have forsworn thy colours, To honour me as thy king and sovereign; Will follow mine, if once they see them spread : * And neither by treason, nor hostility,

And spread they shall be; to thy foul disgrace, * To seek to put me down, and reign thyself. . And utter ruin of the house of York. York. This oath I willingly take, and will per

Thus do I leave thee:-Come, son, let's away; form. [Coming from the throne. Our army's ready; come, we'll after them. War. Long live king Henry!--Plantagenet, em- K. Hen. Stay, gentle Margaret, and hear me brace him.

speak. K. Hen. And long live thou, and these thy for- 2. Mar. Thou hast spoke too much already; get ward sons !

thee

gone. York. Now York and Lancaster are reconcil'd. K. Hen. Gentle son Edward, thou wilt stay with Exe. Accurs'd be he, that seeks to make them

me? foes! (Senet. The lords come forward. Q. Mur. Ay, to be murder'd by his enemies. • York. Farewell, my gracious lord; I'll to my

Prince. When I return with victory from the castle.

field, War. And I'll keep London, with my soldiers. I'll see your grace: till then, I'll follow her. Norf. And I to Norfolk, with my

followers. Q. Mar. Come, son, away; we may not linger Mont. And I unto the sea, from whence I came.

thus. (Exe. Queen Mar, and the Prince. (Exeunt York, and his Sons, Warwick, Norfolk, K. Hen. Poor queen! how love to me, and to

Montague, Soldiers, and Attendants. * K. Hen. And I, with grief and sorrow, to the Hath made her break out into terms of rage!. court,

Reveng'd may she be on that hateful duke; Enter Queen Margaret and the Prince of Wales. * Will cost my crown, and, like an empty eagle,

* Whose haughty spirit, winged with desire, Exe. Here comes the queen, whose looks bewrayil * Tire? on the flesh of me, and of my son !

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* The loss of those three lords torments my heart: I'll steal away.

* I'll write unto them, and entreat thenı fair; K. Hen. Exeter, so will I. (Going: | * Come, cousin, you shall be the messenger.

* Exe. And I, I hope, shall reconcile them all. (1) Betray, discover, (2) Peck.

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SCENE II.-A room in Sandal Castle, nearl. Edward and Richard, you shall stay with me;

Wakefield, in Yorkshire. Enter Edward, Rich-ll. My brother Montague shall post to London : ard, and Montague.

* Let noble Warwick, Cobham, and the rest, Rich. Brother, though I be youngest, give me

* Whom we have left protectors of the king, leave.

* With powerful policy strengthen themselves, Edw. No, I can better play the orator.

* And trust not simple Henry, nor his oaths.

* Mont. Brother, I go; I'll win them, fear it not: Mont. But I have reasons strong and forcible.

* And thus most humbly I do take my

leave. [E.. Enter York.

Enter Sir John and Sir Hugh Mortimer. • York. Why, how now, sons and brother, at a strife?

York. Sir John, and sir Hugh Mortimer, mine

uncles! What is your quarrel ? how began it first ? · Edw. No quarrel, but a slight contention.

• You are come to Sandal in a happy hour; York. About what?

The army of the queen mean to besiege us. Rich. About that which concerns your grace,

Sir John. She shall not need, we'll meet her in

the field. • The crown of England, father, which is yours.

York. What, with five thousand men? York. Mine, boy? not till king Henry be dead. Rich. Ay, with five hundred, father, for a need. * Rich. Your right depends not on his life, or|| A woman's general; what should we fear? death.

(A march afar off. * Edw. Now you are heir, therefore enjoy it now:

Edw. I hear their drums; let's set our men in * By giving the house of Lancaster leave to breathe,

order; * It will outrun you, father, in the end.

* And issue forth, and bid them battle straight. York. I took an oath, that he should quietly

York. Five men to twenty though the odds reign. Edw. But, for a kingdom, any oath may be

• I doubt not, uncle, of our victory. broken :

• Many a battle have I won in France, * I'd break a thousand oaths, to reign one year.

When as the enemy hath been ten to one ; Rich. No; God forbid, your grace should be

Why should I not now have the like success? forsworn.

(Alarum. Exeunt. York. I shall be, if I claim by open war. SCENE III.-Plains near Sandal Castle. Alar. * Rich. I'll prove the contrary, if you'll hear me

ums: Excursions. Enter Rutland, and his speak.

Tutor. • York. Thou canst not, son; it is impossible. Rich An oath is of no moment, being not took

Rut. Ah, whither shall I 'fly to 'scape their · Before a true and lawful magistrate,

hands? . That hath authority over him that swears:

Ah, tutor! look, where bloody Clifford comes ! Henry had none, but did usurp the place;

Enter Clifford, and Soldiers. • Thent, seeing 'twas he that made you to depose, Your oath, my lord, is vain and frivolous.

Clif. Chaplain, away! thy priesthood saves thy • Therefore, to arms. * And, father, do but think,

life. * How sweet a thing it is to wear a crown;

As for the brat of this accursed duke, * Within whose circuit is Elysium,

Whose father slew my father,-he shall die, * And all that poets feign of bliss and joy.

Tut. And I, my lord, will bear him company. * Why do we linger thus ? I cannot rest,

Clif. Soldiers, away with him. * Until the white rose, that I wear, be died

Tut. Ah, Clifford! murder not this innocent * Even in the lukewarm blood of Henry's heart.

child,

* Lest thou be hated both of God and man. York. Richard, enough; I will be king, or die.

(Exit, forced off by Soldiers. • Brother, thou shalt to London presently,

Clif. How now! is he dead already? Or, is it fear, And whet on Warwick to this enterprise.

That makes him close his eyes ?-I'll open them. "Thou, Richard, shalt unto the duke of Norfolk,

Rut. So locks the pent-up lion o'er the wretch • And tell him privily of our intent.

That trembles under his devouring paws : You, Edward, shall unto my lord Cobham,

And so he walks, insulting o'er his prey ; With whom the Kentish-men will willingly rise :

And so he comes to rend his limbs asunder.-• In them I trust; for they are soldiers,

" Ah, gentle Clifford, kill me with thy sword, Wittyl and courteous, liberal, full of spirit.

And not with such a cruel threat'ning look. While you are thus employ'd, what resteth more, ll Sweet Clifford, hear me speak before I die ;• But that I seek occasion how to rise;

I am too mean a subject for thy wrath, • And yet the king not privy to my drift,

Be thou reveng'd on men, and let me five. • Nor any of the house of Lancaster?

Clif. In vain thou speak'st, poor boy; my father's

blood Enter a Messenger.

Hath stopp'd the passage where thy words should * But, stảy; What news? Why com'st thou in such

enter.
Rut. Then let my father's blood

open

it again; Mess. The queen, with all the northern earls | He is a man, and, Clifford, cope with him. and lords,

Clif. Had I thy brethren here, their lives, and • Intend here to besiege you in your castle:

thine, • She is hard by with twenty thousand men; Were not revenge sufficient for me; And therefore fortify your hold, my lord. No, if I digg'd up thy forefathers' graves, * York. Ay, with my sword. What! think'st | And hung their rotten coffins up in chains, thou, that we fear them?

It could not slake mine ire, nor ease my heart

The sight of any of the house of York (1) Of sound judgment.

Is as a fury to torment my soul;

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And till I mot out their acoursed line,

Why come you not? what! multitudes, and fear? • And leave not one alive, I live in hell.

Clif. So cowards fight, when they can fly no Therefore (Lifting his hand.

further; Rut. O, let me pray before I take my death :- So doves do peck the falcon's piercing talons ; To thee I pray; Sweet Cliíford, pity me! So desperate thieves, all hopeless of their lives,

Clif. Such pity as my rapier's point affords. Breathe out invectives 'gainst the officers. Rut. I never did thee harm; Why wilt thou York. O, Clifford, but bethink thee once again, slay me?

* And in thy thought o'er-run my former time : Clif. Thy father hath.

* And, if thou canst for blushing, view this face; Rut.

But 'twas ere I was born. || And bite thy tongue, that slanders himn with Thou hast one son, for his sake pity me;

cowardice, Lest, in revenge thereof,-sith! God is just- · Whose frown hath made thee faint and fly ere this. He be as miserably slain as I.

Clif. I will not bandy with thee word for word, Ah, let me live in prison all my days;

But buckle with thee blows, twice two for one. And when I give occasion of offence,

[Draws. Then let me die, for now thou hast no cause. Q. Mar. Hold, valiant Clifford! for a thousand Clif. No cause?

causes, Thy father slew my father; therefore, die. I would prolong a while the traitor's life :

(Clifford stabs him Wrath makes him deaf : speak thou, NorthumberRut. Dii faciant, laudis summa sit ista tuce!2

land.

(Dies. North. Hold, Clifford; do not honour him so Clif. Plantagenet! I come, Plantagenet !

much, And this thy son's blood cleaving to my blade, To prick thy finger, though to wound his heart : Shall rust upon my weapon, till thy blood, What valour were it, when a cur doth grin, Congeald with this, do make me wipe off both. For one to thrust his hand between his teeth,

(Exit. When he might spurn him with his foot away? SCENE IV.- The same. Alarum. Enter York. || It is war's prize to take all vantages;

And ten to one is no impeach of valour. York. The army of the queen hath got the field: * My uncles both are slain in rescuing me;

[They lay hands on York, who struggles.

Clif. Ay, ay, so strives the woodcock with the gin. * And all my followers to the eager foe

North. So doth the coney struggle in the net. Turn back, and Ay, like ships before the wind,

(York is taken prisoner. * Or lambs pursu'd by hunger-starved wolves.

York. So Triumph thieves upon their conquer'd My sons--God knows, what hath bechanced them:

booty; But this I know,-they have demean’d themselves

So true mens yield, with robbers so o'er-match'd. Like men born to renown, by life, or death.

North. What would your grace have done unto * Three times did Richard make a lane to me;

him now? And thrice cried,-Courage, father! fight it out!

Q. Mar. Brave warriors, Clifford, and Northum. • And full as oft came Edward to my side,

berland, With purple falchion, painted to the hilt

Come, make him stand upon this mole-hill here; • In blood of those that had encounter'd him: • And when the hardiest warriors did retire,

• That raughte at mountains with outstretched arms, * Richard cried, -Charge! and give no foot of * What! was it you, that would be England's king?

Yet parted but the shadow with his hand.-ground!

Was't you that revell'd in our parliament, * And cried,- A croum, or else a glorious tomb!

And made a preachment of your high descent? A sceptre, or an earthly sepulchre !

Where are your mess of sons to back you now; With this we charg'd again : but, out, alas!

The wanton Edward, and the lusty George? • We bodg'd3 again; as I have seen a swan • With bootless labour swim against the tide,

And where's that valiant crook-back prodigy,

Dicky your boy, that, with his grumbling voice, And spend her strength with over-matching waves.

Was wont to cheer his dad in mutinies? (A short alarum within. · Ah, hark! the fatal followers do pursue ;

Or, with the rest, where is your darling Rutland?

Look, York; I stain'd this napkin? with the blood "And I am faint, and cannot fly their fury: That valiant Clifford, with his rapier's point,

And, were I strong, I would not shun their fary : | Made issue from the bosom of the boy :
• The sands are number'd, that make up my life; And, if thine eyes can water for his death,
• Here must I stay, and here my life must end.

I give thee this to dry thy cheeks withal. Enter Queen Margaret, Clifford, Northumberland,||: Alas, poor York! but that I hate thee deadly, . and Soldiers.

I should lament thy miserable state. Come, bloody Clifford, -rough Northumberland, -- I pr’ythee, grieve, to make me merry, York: • I dare your quenchless fury to more rage;

Stamp, rave, and fret, that I may sing and dance. • I am your butt, and I abide your shot.

What, hath thy fiery heart so parch'd thine entrails, Worth. Yield to our mercy, proud Plantagenet. That not a tear can fall for Rutland's death? Clif. Ay, to such mercy, as his ruthless arm,

* Why art thou patient, man? thou should'st be mad; With downright payment, show'd unto my father.

* And I, to make thee mad, do mock thee thus. Now Phaeton hath tumbled from his car,

Thou would'st be fee'd, I see, to make me sport; And made an evening at the noontide prick.4

York cannot speak, unless he wear a crown.• A bird that will revenge upon you all : York. My ashes, as the phænix, may bring forth | A crown for York; and, lords, bow low to him.

Hold you his hands, whilst I do set it on.And, in that hope, I throw mine eyes to heaven,

(Putting a paper crown on his head. Scorning whate'er you can afflict me with.

(3) i. e. We boggled, made bad or bungling work (1) Since.

of our attempt to rally. 12) Heaven grant this may be your greatest boast. (4) Noontide point on the dial. (5) Honest men,

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