North. Yes, Warwick, I remember it to my grief. As fhall revenge his Death, before I ftir. War. Poor Clifford! how I fcorn his worthlefs Threats. York, Will you, we fhew our Title to the Crown? If not, our Swords fhall plead it in the Field. K. Henry. What Title haft thou, Traitor, to the Crown? Thy Father was, as thou art, Duke of York, Thy Grandfather Roger Mortimer, Earl of March. Who made the Dauphin and the French to stoop, War. Talk not of France, fith thou haft loft it all. And yet methinks you lose : Father, tear the Crown from the Ufurper's Head. As thou lov'ft and honoureft Arms, Let's fight it out, and not ftand cavelling thus. fly. Rich. Sound Drums and Trumpet, and the King will Tork. Sons, Peace. K. Henry. Peace thou, and give King Henry leave to fpeak. War. Plantagenet shall speak firft: Here him Lords, And be you filent and attentive too, For he that interrupts him, thall not live. K. Henry. Think'ft thou that I will leave my Kingly Throne, Wherein my Grandfire and my Father fat? No; first shall War unpeople this my Realm; Shall be my Winding-fheet: Why faint you, Lords? War. War. But prove it, Henry, and thou shalt be King. K. Henry. I know not what to fay, my Title's weak: K. Henry. And if he may, then am I lawful King: Exe. No; for he could not fo refign his Crown, War. Depos'd he fall be, in defpite of all. 'Tis not thy Southern Power Of Effex, Norfolk, Suffolk, nor of Kent, Clif. King Henry, be thy Title right or wrong, K. Henry. Oh Clifford, how thy words revive my Heart. [He ftamps with his foot, and the Soldiers fhew themselves. B 4 K. Henry. K. Henry. My Lord of Warwick, hear me but one word; Let me for this time reign as King. York. Confirm the Crown to me, and to mine Heirs, And thou shalt Reign in quiet while thou liv'ft. K. Henry. I am content: Richard Plantagenet, Clif, What wrong is this unto the Prince, your Son? Clif. How haft thou injur'd both thy felf and us! North. Nor I. Clif. Come Coufin, let us tell the Queen thefe News. Weft. Farewel, faint-hearted and degenerate King, In whofe cold Blood no spark of Honour bides. North. Be thou a prey unto the House of York, And die in Bands, for this unmanly deed. Clif. In dreadful War, may'ft thou be overcome, Or live in Peace abandon'd and defpis'd. [Exeunt Nor. Cliff. Weftm. War. Turn this way, Henry, and regard them not. Exe. They feek revenge, and therefore will not yield. K. Henry. Ah Exeter ! War. Why should you figh, my Lord? K. Henry. Not for my felf, Lord Warwick, but my Son, Whom I unnaturally fhall difinherit. But be it as it may; I here entail The Crown to thee, and to thine Heirs for ever; To feek to put me down, and Reign thy felf. York This Oath I willingly take, and will perform. War. Long live King Henry: Plantagenet, embrace him. K. Henry. And long live thou, and these thy forward Sons. York. Now York and Lancaster are reconcil'd. Exe. Accurft be he that feeks to make them Foes. Sonet. Here they come down. York. Farewel, my gracious Lord, I'll to my Caftle. Norf. Norf. And I to Norfolk with my Followers. Mount. And I unto the Sea from whence I came. [Exe. K. Henry. And I with grief and forrow to the Court. Enter the Queen, and the Prince of Wales. Exe. Here comes the Queen, Whofe looks bewray her anger: I'll steal away. K. Henry. Exeter fo will I: [Going. Queen. Nay, go not from me, I will follow thee- Prince. Father, you cannot difinherit me: K. Henry. Pardon me, Margaret; pardon me, fweet Son; The Earl of Warwick and the Duke enforc'd me. Queen. Enforc'd thee? art thou King,and wilt be forc'd? I fhame to hear thee fpeak; ah timorous Wretch! Thou haft undone thy felf, thy Son, and me, And given unto the House of York such head, As thou shalt Reign but by their sufferance. To entail him and his Heirs unto the Crown, What is it, but to make thy Sepulchre, And creep into it far before thy time? Warwick is Chancellor, and the Lord of Calais, Stern Faulconbridge commands the narrow Seas, The Duke is made Protector of the Realm, And yet fhalt thou be fafe? fuch fafety finds The trembling Lamb, invironed with Wolves. Had I been there, which am a filly Woman, The Soldiers fhould have tofs'd me on their Pikes, Before I would have granted to that A&. But But thou preferr❜ft thy Life before thine honour. The Northern Lords, that have forfworn thy Colours, Thus do I leave thee; come Son, let's away, Our Army is ready, come, we'll after them. K. Henry. Stay, gentle Margaret, and hear me speak. Queen. Thou haft fpoke too much already; get thee gone. K. Henry. Gentle Son Edward, thou wilt ftay with me? Queen. Ay, to be murther'd by his Enemies. Prince. When I return with Victory from the Field, I'll fee your Grace; 'till then I'll follow her. Queen. Come, Sor, away, we may not linger thus. K. Henry. Poor Queen, How love to me, and to her Son, Exeunt Queen and Prince. Hath made her break out into terms of Rage. 1 [Exit. Enter Richard, Edward, and Mountague. Tork. Why, how now Sons and Brother, at a ftrife ? Edw. No Quarrel, but a flight Contention. Rich. About that which concerns your Grace and us, York. |