ACT V. SCENE I.-The same. Fields between Dartford and Blackheath. The King's camp on one side. On the other, enter York attended, with drum and colours: his forces at some distance. "York. From Ireland thus comes York, to claim his right, 'And pluck the crown from feeble Henry's head: Ring, bells, aloud; burn, bonfires, clear and bright, To entertain great England's lawful king. Ah, sancta majestas! who would not buy thee dear? 'Let them obey, that know not how to rule; This hand was made to handle nought but gold: I cannot give due action to my words, Except a sword or sceptre balance it,i 'A sceptre shall it have, have I a soul; 'On which I'll toss the flower-de-luce of France. Enter Buckingham. "Whom have we here? Buckingham to disturb me? "The king hath sent him, sure: I must dissemble. 'Buck. York, if thou meanest well, I greet thee well. 'York. Humphrey of Buckingham, I accept thy greeting. 'Art thou a messenger, or come of pleasure? Buck. A messenger from Henry, our dread liege, "To know the reason of these arms in peace; 'Or why, thou-being a subject as I am,— 'Against thy oath and true allegiance sworn, Should'st raise so great a power without his leave, "Or dare to bring thy force so near the court. 'York. Scarce can I speak, my choler` is so great. "O, I could hew up rocks, and fight with flint, I am so angry at these abject terms; And now, like Ajax Telamonius, 'On sheep or oxen could I spend my fury! "I am far better born than is the king; 'More like a king, more kingly in my thoughts: 'But I must make fair weather yet a while, 'Till Henry be more weak, and I more strong. Enter King Henry, attended. K. Hen. Buckingham, doth York intendˇno harm to us, 'That thus he marcheth with thee arm in arm? York. In all submission and humility, *York doth present himself unto your highness. *K. Hen. Then what intend these forces thou dost bring? 'York. To heave the traitor Somerset from hence; And fight against that monstrous rebel, Cade, Enter Iden, with Cade's head. 'Iden. If one so rude, and of so mean condition, 'May pass into the presence of a king, Lo, I present your grace a traitor's head, The head of Cade, whom I in combat slew. 'K. Hen. The head of Cade ?-Great God, how just art thou!— O, let me view his visage, being dead, "That living wrought me such exceeding trouble. 'Tell me, my friend, art thou the man that slew him? 'Iden. I was, an't like your majesty. 'K. Hen. How art thou call'd? and what is thy degree? 'Iden. Alexander Iden, that's my name; 'A poor esquire of Kent, that loves his king. *Buck. So please you, my lord, 'twere not amiss He were created knight for his good service. 'We give thee for reward a thousand marks; 'Iden. May Iden live to merit such a bounty, 'K. Hen. See, Buckingham! Somerset comes with the queen ; ̧ Aside. Go, bid her hide him quickly from the duke. Enter Queen Margaret and Somerset. 'Q. Mar. For thousand Yorks he shall not hide "O Buckingham, I pr'ythee, pardon me, "But if thy arms be to no other end, his head, 'But boldly stand, and front him to his face. Which dar'st not, no, nor canst not rule a traitor. Buck. York, I commend this kind submission: We twain will go into his highness' tent. (1), i. e. Balance my hand, And with the same to act controlling laws. Give place; by heaven, thou shalt rule no more 'O'er him, whom heaven created for thy ruler. Som. O monstrous traitor!-I arrest thee, York, 'Of capital treason 'gainst the king and crown: *Obey, audacious traitor; kneel for grace. *York. Would'st have me kneel? first let me ask of these, * If they can brook I bow a knee to man.* Sirrah, call in my sons to be my bail; [Exit an attendant. I know, ere they will have me go to ward, (2) Custody, confinement, • They'll pawn their swords for my enfranchise ment. 'Q. Mar. Call hither Clifford; bid him come amain, To say, if that the bastard boys of York York. O blood-bespotted Neapolitan, Enter Edward and Richard Plantagenet, with forces, at one side; at the other, with forces also, "Old Clifford and his son. See, where they come; I'll warrant they'll make it good. *Q. Mar. And here comes Clifford, to deny their bail. 'Clif. Health and all happiness to my lord the king! [Kneels. York. I thank thee, Clifford: Say, what news with thee? Nay, do not fright us with an angry look: Clif. This is my king, York, do not mistake; humour Makes him oppose himself against his king. Q. Mar. He is arrested, but will not obey; His sons, he says, shall give their words for him. York. Will you not, sons? Edu. Ay, noble father, if our words will serve. Rich. And if words will not, then our weapons shall. * Clif. Why, what a brood of traitors have we here! with *York. Look in a glass, and call thy image so; I am thy king, and thou a false-heart traitor.Call hither to the stake my two brave bears,1 That, with the very shaking of their chains, They may astonish these fell lurking curs; * Bid Salisbury, and Warwick, come to me. Drums. Enter Warwick and Salisbury, forces. 'Clif. Are these thy bears? we'll bait thy to death, And manacle the bear-ward2 in their chains, If thou dar'st bring them to the baiting-place. Rich. Oft have I seen a hot o'erweening cur * Run back and bite, because he was withheld; * Who, being suffer'd with the bear's fell paw, Hath clapp'd his tail between his legs, and cry'd: * And such a piece of service will you do, bears If you oppose yourselves to match lord Warwick. Clif. Hence, heap of wrath, foul indigested lump, As crooked in thy manners as thy shape! *York. Nay, we shall heat you thoroughly anon. * Clif. Take heed, lest by your heat you burn yourselves. * K. Hien. Why, Warwick, hath thy knee forgot to bow? • Old Salisbury,-shame to thy silver hair, (1) The Nevils, earls of Warwick, had a bear and ragged staff for their crest. (2) Bear-keeper. * Thou mad misleader of thy brain-sick son!—* *What, wilt thou on thy death-bed play the ruffian, *And seek for sorrow with thy spectacles?, *0, where is faith? O, where is loyalty? * If it be banish'd from the frosty head, *Where shall it find a harbour in the earth ?Wilt thou go dig a grave to find out war, *And shame thine honourable age with blood? *Why art thou old, and want'st experience *Or wherefore dost abuse it, if thou hast it? *For shame! in duty bend thy knee to me, *That bows unto the grave with mickle age. *Sal. My lord, I have considered with myself The title of this most renowned duke; *And in my conscience do repute his grace The rightful heir to England's royal seat. *K. Hen. Hast thou not sworn allegiance unto me? Sal. I have. *K. Hen. Canst thou dispense with heaven for such an oath? *Sal. It is great sin, to swear unto a sin; But greater sin, to keep a sinful oath. *Who can be bound by any solemn vow *To do a murderous deed, to rob a man, *To force a spotless virgin's chastity, To reave the orphan of his patrimony, To wring the widow from her custom'd right; *And have no other reason for this wrong, But that he was bound by a solemn oath? Q. Mar. A subtle traitor needs no sophister. 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, The rampant bear chain'd to the ragged staff, 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. 4 'Rich. If not in heaven, you'll surely sup in hell. [Exeunt severally. SCENE II.-Saint Albans. Alarums: Excur sions. Enter Warwick. 54 Clifford, I say, come forth and fight with me! 'How now, my noble lord? what, all a-foot? 'But match to match I have encountered him, Enter Clifford. 'War. Of one or both of us the time is come. York. Hold, Warwick, seek thee out some other chace, For I myself must hunt this deer to death. * Mect I an infant of the house of York, So bear I thee upon my manly shoulders; *But then Ancas bare a living load, *Nothing so heavy as these woes of mine. [Exit. Enter Richard Plantagenet and Somerset, fighting, and Somerset is killed. Rich. So, lie thou there ; For, underneath an ale-house' paltry sign, War. Then, nobly, York; 'tis for a crown thou Sword, hold thy temper; heart, be wrathful still: 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. So let it help me now against thy 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 instantly. [They fight, and Clifford falls. Clif. La fin couronne les œuvres. [Dies. York. Thus war hath given thee peace, for thou art still. "Peace with his soul, heaven, if it be thy will! [Exit. 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: *Hath no self-love; nor he, that loves himself, * To cease!-Wast thou ordain'd, dear father, And, in thy reverence, and thy chair-days, thus * It shall be stony. York not our old men spares ; And beauty, that the tyrant oft reclaims, (1) A dreadful wager; a tremendous stake. [Exit. 'Q. Mar. Away, my lord! you are slow; for *K. Hen. Can we outrun the heavens? good Margaret, stay. * Q. Mar. What are you made of! you'll not *Now is it manhood, wisdom, and defence, [Alarum afar off. 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, Enter Young Clifford. *Y. Clif. But that my heart's on future mis- *I would speak blasphemy ere bid you fly; SCENE III.-Fields near Saint Albans. Alar York. Of Salisbury, who can report of him; *That winter lion, who, in rage, forgets *Aged contusions and all brush of time;" *And, like a gallant in the brow of youth, *Repairs him with occasion? this happy day *Is not itself, nor have we won one foot, If Salisbury be lost. 'Rich. My noble father, Three times to-day I holp him to his horse, 'Three times bestrid him, thrice I led him off, 'Persuaded him from any further act: But still, where danger was, still there I met him; *And like rich hangings in a homely house, *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 pleased 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 folloy them: (1) i. e. We have not secured that which we have acquired. 'For, as I hear, the king is fled to London, [Exeunt. (2) i. e. Being enemies that are likely so soon to rally' and recover themselves from this defeat. Richard Plantagenet, duke of York. Edward, earl of March, afterwards King Edward IV. Edmund, earl of Rutland, side. George, afterwards duke of Clarence, Richard, afterwards duke of Glocester, Duke of Norfolk, Marquis of Montague, Earl of Warwick, Earl of Pembroke, Lord Hastings, Lord Stafford, his sons. Sir John Mortimer, Sir Hugh Mortimer, uncles to the duke of York. Henry, earl of Richmond, a youth. Lord Rivers, brother to Lady Grey. Sir William Stanley. Sir John Montgomery. Sir John Somerville. Tutor to Rulland. Mayor of York. Lieutenant of the Tower. A Nobleman. Two Keepers. A Huntsman. A Son that has killed his father. A Father that has killed his son. Queen Margaret. Lady Grey, afterwards queen to Edward IV. Soldiers, and other attendants on King Henry and King Edward, Messengers, Watchmen, &e. of the duke of York's Scene, during part of the third act, in France, party. during all the rest of the play, in England. ACT I. War. And so do I.-Victorious prince of York, Before I see thee seated in that throne SCENE I.-London. The Parliament House. Which now the house of Lancaster usurps, Warwick. I WONDER, how the king escap'd our hands. York. While we pursu'd the horsemen of the north, He slily stole away, and left his men : 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 a-breast, "Charg'd our main battle's front, and, breaking in, "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; "That this is true, father, behold his blood. [Showing his bloody sword. Mont. And, brother, here's the carl of Wiltshire's blood, [To York, showing his. 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 deserv'd of all my And this is 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. [They retire. *York. The queen this day, here holds her parliament, But little thinks we shall be of her council: War. The bloody parliament shall this be call'd, |