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THIRD PART OF
KING HENRY VI,
KING HENRY THE Sixth.
Sir John MORTIMER,
uncles to the Duke of York EDWARD, Prince of Wales, his sm. Lewis XI. King of France.
Henry, Earl of Richmond, a youth. DUKE OF SOMERSET,
Lord Rivers, brother to Lady Grey. Duke of EXETER,
Sir William STANLEY. EARL OF OXFORD,
Lords on King Sir John MONTGOMERY. EARL OF NORTHUMBERLAND,
Sir John SOMERVILLE, EARL OF WESTMORELAND,
Tutor to Rutland. LORD CLIFFORD,
Mayor of York.
Lieutenant of the Tower. RICHARD PLANTAGENET, Duke of York.
A Son that has killed his Father.
A Father that has killed his Son.
Lady Grey, afterwards Queen to Edward IV. EARL OF WARWICK, of the Duke of York's Bona, sister to the French Queen. EARL OF PEMBROKE, party. Lord Hastings,
Soldiers, and other Attendanu on King Henry and LORD STAFFORD,
King Edward, Messengers, Watchmen, gic. SCENE, - during part of the third Act, in France; during all the rest of the Play, in ENGLAND.
SCENE I. - London. The Parliament-House. Is either slain, or wounded dangerous :
I cleft his beaver with a downright blow; Drums. Some Soldiers of York's Party break in.
That this is true, father, behold his blood. Then, enter the Duke of YORK, EDWARD,
[Showing his bloody sword. RICHARD, NORFOLK, MONTAGUE, Warwick, and
Mont. And, brother, here's the earl of Wiltshire's others, with white roses in their hats.
[T. YORK, shouring his. War. I wonder, how the king escap'd our hands. Whom I encounter'd as the battles join'd.
York. While we pursu'd the horsemen of the north, Rich. Speak thou for me, and tell them what I did. He slily stole away, and left his men :
[Throwing down the DUKE OF SOMERSET's herul. Whereat the great lord of Northumberland,
York. Richard hath best deserv'd of all my sons.Whose warlike ears could never brook retreat, What, is your grace dead, my lord of Somerset ? Cheer'd up the drooping army; and himself,
Norf. Such hope have all the line of John of Gaunt' Lord Clifford, and lord Stafford, all a-breast,
Rich. Thus do I hope to shake king Henry s head. Charg'd our main battle's front, and, breaking in, War. And so do I. - Victorious prince of York, Were by the swords of common soldiers slain. Before I see thee seated in that throne Edw. Lord Stafford's father, duke of Bucking- Which now the house of Lancaster usurps, ham,
I vow by heaven, these eyes shall never close.
_ i cili vitano more: Jest that, instead of words,
This is the palace of the fearful king,
Thou art deceiv'd, I am thine. And this the regal seat : possess it, York;
Exe. For shame, come down; he made thee For this is thine, and not king Henry's heirs'.
duke of York. York. Assist me then, sweet Warwick, and I will; York. 'Twas my inheritance, as the earldom was. For hither we have broken in by force.
Eve. Thy father was a traitor to the crown. Norf. We'll all assist you ; he, that flies, shall die. War. Exeter, thou art a traitor to the crown, York. Thanks, gentle Norfolk, - Stay by me, my In following this usurping Henry. lords ; —
Clif. Whom should he follow, but liis natural And, soldiers, stay, and lodge by me this night.
king ? War. And, when the king comes, offer him no War. True, Clifford; and that's Richard, duke violence,
of York. Unless he seek to thrust you out by force.
K. Hen. And shall I stand, and thou sit in my [ They retire.
throne? York. The queen, this day, here holds her par- York. It must and shall be so. Content thyself. liament,
War. Be duke of Lancaster, let him be king. But little thinks, we shall be of her council :
West. He is both king and duke of Lancaster; By words, or blows, here let us win our right. And that the lord of Westmoreland shall maintain.
Rich. Arm’d as we are, let's stay within this house. War. And Warwick shall disprove it. You War. The bloody parliament shall this be callid,
forget, Unless Plantagenet, duke of York, be king; That we are those, which chas'd you from the field, And bashful Henry depos’d, whose cowardice And slew your fathers, and with colours spread Hath made us by-words to our enemies.
March'd through the city to the palace gates. York. Then leave me not, my lords; be resolute; North. Yes, Warwick, I remember it to my grief; I mean to take possession of my right.
And, by his soul, thou and thy house shall rue it. War. Neither the king, nor he that loves him West. Plantagenet, of thee, and these thy sons, best,
Thy kinsmen and thy friends, I'll have more lives, The proudest he that holds up Lancaster,
Than drops of blood were in my father's veins. Dares stir a wing, if Warwick shake his bells. I'll plant Plantagenet, root him up who dares : I send thee, Warwick, such a messenger, Resolve thee, Richard ; claim the English crown. As shall revenge his death, before I stir.
(Warwick leads York to the throne, who War. Poor Clifford ! how I scorn his worthless seats himself
York. Will you, we show our title to the crown ? Flourish. Enter King Henry, Clifford, Nor- If not, our swords shall plead it in the field. THUMBERLAND, WESTMORELAND, EXETER, and
K. Hen. What title hast thou, traitor, to thc others, with red roses in their hats.
crown? K. Hen. My lords, look where the sturdy rebel Thy father was, as thou art, duke of York; sits,
Thy grandfather Roger Mortimer, earl of March : Even in the chair of state ! belike, he means, I am the son of Henry the Fifth, (Back'd by the power of Warwick, that false peer) | Who made the Dauphin and the French to stoop, To aspire unto the crown, and reign as king. And seiz'd upon their towns and provinces. Earl of Northumberland, he slew thy father ;
War. Talk not of France, sith thou hast lost it all. And thine, lord Clifford ; and you both have vow'd K. Hen. The lord protector lost it, and not I; revenge
When I was crown'd, I was but nine months old. On him, his sons, his favourites, and his friends. Rich. You are old enough now, and yet, methinks
North. If I be not, heavens be reveng'd on me! Clif. The hope thereof makes Clifford mourn in Father, tear the crown from the usurper's head. steel.
Edw. Sweet father, do so; set it on your head. West. What, shall we suffer this ? let's pluck him Mont. Good brother, [to York.] as thou lov'st down:
and honour'st arms, My heart for anger burns, I cannot brook it. Let's fight it out, and not stand cavilling thus.
K. Hen. Be patient, gentle earl of Westmoreland. Rich. Sound drums and trumpets, and the king Clif. Patience is for poltroons, and such as he ;
will fly. He durst not sit there, had your father liv'd.
York. Sons, peace! My gracious lord, here in the parliament
K. Hen. Peace thou! and give king Henry leave Let us assail the family of York.
to speak. North. Well hast thou spoken, cousin; be it so. War. Plantagenet shall speak first : — hear him, K. Hen. Ah, know you not, the city favours them,
lords ; And they have troops of soldiers at their beck ? And be you silent and attentive too, Exe. But when the duke is slain, they'll quickly For he, that interrupts him, shall not live. fly.
K. Hen. Think'st thou, that I will leave my K. Hen. Far be the thought of this from Henry's
kingly throne, heart,
Wherein my grandsire, and my father, sat? To make a shambles of the parliament-house ! No: first shall war unpeople this my realm; Cousin of Exeter, frowns, words, and threats, Ay, and their colours often borne in France ; Shall be the war that Henry means to use. — And now in England, to our heart's great sorrow,
[They advance to the Duke. Shall be my winding-sheet. - Why faint you, lords ? Thou factious duke of York, descend my throne, My title's good, and better far than his. And kneel for grace and mercy at my feet;
War. But prove it, Henry, and thou shalt be I am thy sovereig.
you lose :
K. Hen. Henry the Fourth by conquest got the War. Turn this way, Henry, and regard them York. 'Twas by rebellion against his king.
Ere. They seek revenge, and therefore will not Ki Hen. I know not what to say; my title's
[Aside. K. Hen. Ah, Exeter! Tell me, may not a king adopt an heir ?
Why should you sigh, my lord ? York. What then?
K. Hen. Not for myself, lord Warwick, but my K. Hen. An if he may, then am I lawful king : For Richard, in the view of many lords,
Whom I unnaturally shall disinherit. Resign'd the crown to Henry the Fourth ;
But, be it as it may: – I here entail Whose heir my father was, and I am his.
The crown to thee, and to thine heirs for ever; York. He rose against him, being his sovereign, Conditionally, that here thou take an oath And made him to resign his crown perforce. To cease this civil war, and, whilst I live,
War. Suppose, my lords, he did it unconstrain'd, To honour me as thy king and sovereign; l'hink you, 'twere prejudicial to his crown? And neither by treason, nor hostility,
Ere. No; for he could not so resign his crown, To seek to put me down, and reign thyself. But that the next heir should succeed and reign. York. This oath I willingly take, and will perK. Hen. Art thou against us, duke of Exeter ?
[Coming from the throne. Ere. His is the right, and therefore pardon me. War. Long live king Henry! Plantagenet York. Why whisper you, my lords, and answer
embrace him. not?
K. Hen. And long live thou, and these thy forEre. My conscience tells me, he is lawful king.
ward sons! K. Hen. All will revolt from me, and turn to York. Now York and Lancaster are reconcil'd. him.
Ere. Accurs'd be he that seeks to make them foes! North. Plantagenet, for all the claim thou lay'st,
(Senet. The Lords come forward. Think not, that Henry shall be so depos’d.
York. Farewell, my gracious lord; I'll to my War. Depos'd he shall be, in despite of all.
castle. North. Thou art deceiv’d: 'tis not thy southern War. And I'll keep London, with my soldiers power,
Norf. And I to Norfolk, with my followers. Of Essex, Norfolk, Suffolk, nor of Kent,
Mont. And I unto the sea, from whence I came. Which makes thee thus presumptuous and proud, - [Ereunt York, and his Sons, WARWICK, NorCan set the duke up, in despite of me.
FOLK, MONTAGUE, Soldiers, and Attendants. Clif. King Henry, be thy title right or wrong, K. Hen. And 1, with grief and sorrow, to the 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 father!
Enter Queen MARGARET and the PRINCE OF WALES. K. Hen. ( Clifford, how thy words revive my Ere. Here comes the queen, whose looks bewray heart!
her anger : York. Henry of Lancaster, resign thy crown: -
I'll steal away.
| Going. : War. Do right unto this princely duke of York; Q. Mar. Nay, go not from me, I will follow Or I will fill the house with armed men,
thee. And o'er the chair of state, where now he sits,
K. Hen. Be patient, gentle queen, and I will Write up his title with usurping blood.
stay. [He stamps, and the Soldiers show themselves Q. Mar. Who can be patient in such extremes ? K. Hen. My lord of Warwick, hear me but one Ah, wretched man ! 'would I had died a maid, word;
And never seen thee, never borne thee son, Let me, for this my life-time, reign as king. Seeing thou hast prov'd so unnatural a father! York. Confirm the crown to me, and to mine Hath he deserv'd to lose his birthright thus ? heirs,
Had'st thou but lov'd him half so well as I; And thou shalt reign in quiet while thou liv’st. Or felt that pain which I did for him once ;
K. Hen. I am content: Richard Plantagenet, Or nourish'd him, as I did with my blood; Enjoy the kingdom after my decease.
Thou wouldst have left thy dearest heart-blood there, Clif. What wrong is this unto the prince your Rather than made that savage duke thine heir, son?
And disinherited thine only son. War. What good is this to England, and himself? Prince. Father, you cannot disinherit me : West. Base, fearful, and despairing Henry ! If you be king, why should not I succeed? Clif. How hast thou injur'd both thyself and us? K. Hen. Pardon me, Margaret ; - pardon me, West. I cannot stay to hear these articles.
sweet son ; North. Nor I.
The earl of Warwick, and the duke, enforc'd me. 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 king, | I shame to hear thee speak. Ah, timorous wretch: in whose cold blood no spark of honour bides. Thou hast undone thyself, thy son, and me;
North. Be thou a prey unto the house of York, And given unto the house of York such head, And die in bands for this unmanly deed !
As thou shalt reign but by their sufferance. Cuf. In dreadful war may'st thou be overcome! To entail him and his heirs unto the crown, Or live in peace, abandon'd, and despis'd!
What is it, but to make thy sepulchre, [Ereunt NORTHUMBERLAND, CLIFFORD, And creep into it far before thy time? and WESTMORELAND.
Warwick is chancellor, and the lord of Calais ;
Stern Faulconbridge commands the narrow seas; Rich. No; God forbid, your grace shou .d be The duke is made protector of the realm ;
forsworn. And yet shalt thou be safe ? such safety finds
York. I shall be, if I claim by open war. The trembling lamb, environed with wolves.
Rich. I'll prove the contrary, if you'll hear me Had I been there, which am a silly woman,
speak. The soldiers should have toss'd me on their pikes, York. Thou canst not, son ; it is impossible. Before I would have granted to that act.
Rich. An oath is of no moment, being not took But thou preferr'st thy life before thine honour : Before a true and lawful magistrate, And, seeing thou dost, I here divorce myself, That hath authority over him that swears : Both from thy table, Henry, and thy bed,
Henry had none, but did usurp the place; Until that act of parliament be repealed,
Then, seeing 'twas he that made you to depose, Whereby my son is disinherited.
Your oath, my lord, is vain and frivolous. The northern lords, that have forsworn thy colours, Therefore, to arms. And, father, do but think, Will follow mine, if once they see them spread : How sweet a thing it is to wear a crown; And spread they shall be; to thy foul disgrace, Within whose circuit is Elysium, And utter ruin of the house of York.
And all that poets feign of bliss and joy. Thus do I leave thee : Come, son, let's away ; Why do we linger thus? I cannot rest, Our army's ready; come, we'll after them.
Until the white rose, that I wear, be dyed K. Hen. Stay, gentle Margaret, and hear me Even in the lukewarm blood of Henry's heart. speak.
York. Richard, enough ; I will be king, or die. Q. Mar. Thou hast spoke too much already; get Brother, thou shalt to London presently,
And whet on Warwick to this enterprise. —
And tell him privily of our intent.
Prince. When I return with victory from the field, With whom the Kentish men will willingly rise :
(Ereunt Queen MARGARET and the Prince. While you are thus employ’d, what resteth more, ki Hen. Poor queen! how love to me, and to But that I seek occasion how to rise ;
And yet the king not privy to my drift, Ilath made her break out into terms of rage ! Nor any of the house of Lancaster ? Reveng'd may she be on that hateful duke;
Enter a Messenger Whose haughty spirit, winged with desire, Will cost my crown, and, like an empty eagle, But, stay; What news ? why com’st thou in such Tire on the Resh of me, and of my son !
post ? The loss of those three lords torments my heart : Mess. The queen, with all the northern earls and I'll write upto them, and entreat them fair ;
lords, Coipe, cousin, you shall be the messenger,
Intend here to besiege you in your castle : Exe. And I, I hope, shall reconcile them all. She is hard by with twenty thousand men ;
(Ereunt. And therefore fortify your hold, my lord.
York. Ay, with my sword. What ! think'st thou, SCENE II. A Room in Sandal Castle, near
that we fear them ? Wakefield, in Yorkshire.
Edward and Richard, you shall stay with me ;
My brother Montague shall post to London : Enter Edward, Richard, 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. But I have reasons strong and foreible. Mont. Brother, I go; I'll win them, fear it not:
And thus most humbly I do take my leave. (Exit. Enter York. York. Why, how now, sons and brother, at a
Enter Sir John and Sir Hugh MORTIMER. strife?
York. Sir John, and Sir Hugh Mortimer, mine What is your quarrel ? how began it first ?
uncles ! 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. Tie 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 reign. York. Five men to twenty !- though the odds be Edw. But, for a kingdom, any oath may be
great, broken :
I doubt not, uncle, of our victory. I'd break a thousand oaths, to reign one year. Many a battle have I won in France,
When as the enemy hath been ten to one;
SCENE IV. The same. Why should I not now have the like success ? [Alarum. Exeunt.
Alarum. Enter YORK.
York. The army of the queen hath got the field : SCENE III. -'Plains near Sandal Castle. My uncles both are slain in rescuing me;
And all my followers to the eager foe Alarums : Ercursions, Enter RUTLAND, and his
Turn back, and fly, like ships before the wind, Tutor.
Or lambs pursu'd by hungry starved wolves.
Like men born to renown, by life, or death.
Three times did Richard make a lane to me; Clif. Chaplain, away! thy priesthood saves thy life.
And thrice cried, Courage, father ! fight it out! As for the brat of this accursed duke,
And full as oft came Edward to my side, Whose father slew my father, - he shall die. With purple faulchion, painted to the hilt Tul. And I, my lord, will bear him company.
In blood of those that had encounter'd him : Clif. Soldiers, away with him.
And when the hardiest warriors did retire, Tut. Ah, Clifford ! murder not this innocent child, Richard cried,—Charge! and give no foot of ground ! Lest thou be hated both of God and man.
A crown, or else a glorious tomb ! [Erit, forced off by Soldiers. A sceptre, or an earthly sepulchre ! Clif. How now! is he dead already ? Or, is it fear, With this, we charg'd again : but, out, alas ! That makes him close his eyes? - I'll open them. We bodg'd again ; as I have seen a swan
Rul. So looks the pent-up lion o'er the wretch With bootless labour swim against the tide, That trembles under his devouring paws:
And spend her strength with over-matching waves. And so he walks, insulting o'er his prey;
[ A short alarum within. And so he comes, to rend his limbs asunder, Ah, hark! the fatal followers do pursue ; Ah, gentle Clifford, kill me with thy sword, And I am faint, and cannot fly their fury : And not with such a cruel threat'ning look.
And, were I strong, I would not shun their fury: Sweet Clifford, hear me speak before I die;
The sands are number'd, that make up my life; I am too mean a subject for thy wrath,
Here must I stay, and here my life must end. Be thou reveng'd on men,
and let me live. Clif. In vain thou speak’st, poor boy; my
Enter QUEEN MARGARET, CLIFFORD, NORTHUMBERblood
LAND, and Soldiers. Hath stopp'd the passage where thy words should Come, bloody Clifford, -rough Northumberland, enter.
I dare your quenchless fury to more rage;
North. Yield to our mercy, proud Plantagenet. Clif. Had I thy brethren here, their lives, and thine Clif. Ay, to such mercy, as his ruthless arm, Were not revenge sufficient for me;
With downright payment, show'd unto my father. No, if I digg’d up thy forefathers' graves,
Now Phaeton hath tumbled from his car, And hung their rotten coffins up in chains,
And made an evening at the noontide prick. It could not slake mine ire, nor ease my heart.
York. My ashes, as the phenix, may bring forth The sight of any of the house of York
A bird that will revenge upon you all : Is as a fury to torment my soul ;
And, in that hope, I throw mine eyes to heaven, And till I ruot vut their accursed line,
Scorning whate'er you can afflict me with. And leave not one alive, I live in hell.
Why come you not! what! multitudes, and fear? Therefore.
[Lifting his hand. Clif. So cowards fight, when they can fly no furRul. O, let me pray before I take my death : To thee I pray; Sweet Clifford, pity me!
So doves do peck the falcon's piercing talons ; Clif. Such pity as my rapier's point affords. So desperate thieves, all hopeless of their lives, Rul. I never did thee harm ; Why wilt thou slay Breathe out invectives 'gainst the officers.
York. O Clifford, but bethink thee once again, Clif. Thy father hath.
And in thy thought o'er-run my former time : Rut.
But 'twas ere I was born. And, if thou canst for blushing, view this face; Thou hast one son, for his sake pity me;
And bite thy tongue, that slanders him with cowarLest in revenge thereof, - sith God is just,
dice, He be as miserably slain as I.
Whose frown hath made thee faint and fly cre this. Ali, let me live in prison all my days;
Clif. I will not bandy with thee word for word; Ind when I give occasion of offence,
But buckle with thee blows, twice two for one. Then let me die, for now thou hast no cause.
[Draws. Clif. No cause?
Q. Mar. Hold, valiant Clifford! for a thousand Thy father slew my father; therefore, die.
causes, [Clifford stabs him. I would prolong awhile the traitor's life : Rul. Dü faciant, laudis summa sit ista tuæ ! Wrath makes him deaf: speak thou, Northumberland.
[Dies. North. Hold, Clifford ; do not honour him so (lif. 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, Congeal'd 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?