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K. Hen. The head of Cade-Great God, how Clif. This is my king, York, I do not misjust art thou !
take ; o let me view his visage being dead,
But thou mistak'st me much, to think I do:That living wrought me such exceeding trouble. To Bedlam with him ! is the man grown mad Tell me, iny friend, art thou the man that slew K. Hen. Ay, Clifford ; a bedlam and auibi. him?
tious humour Iden. I was, an't like your inajesty.
Makes him oppose himself against his king. K. Hen. How art thou call'd i and what is thy Clif. He is a traitor ; let biin to the Tower, degree?
And cbop away that factious pate of his. Iden. Alexander Iden, that's my name ; Q. Mar. He is arrested, but will not obey; A poor esquire of Kent, that loves bis king. His sons, he says, shall give their words for Buck. So please it you, my lord, "were not
York. Will you not, sons He were created knight for his good service. Edw. Ay, noble father, if our words will K. Hen. Iden, kneel down ; (He kneels.) Rise up a knight.
Rich. And if words will not, then our weaWe give thee for reward a thousand marks ;
pons shall. And will that thou henceforth attend on us. Clif. Why, what a brood of traitors have we Iden. May Iden live to merit such a bounty,
here! And never live but true unto his liege !
York. Look in a glass, and call thy image so; K. Hen. See, Buckingham! Somerset comes I am thy king, and thou a false-heart traitor. with the queen ;
Cali hither to the stake my two brave bears, Go, bid her hide him quickly from the duke. That, with the very shaking of their chains,
They may astonish these sell lurking curs; Enter Queen MARGARET and SOMERSET.
Bid Salisbury and Warwick come to me. Q. Mur. For thousand Yorks he shall not hide his bead,
Drums. Enter WARWICK and SALISBURY.
with Forces. But boldly stand, and front him to his face.
York. How now! Is Somerset at liberty? Clif. Are these thy bears ? we'll bait thy Then, York, unloose thy long-imprison'a thoughts, bears to death, And let thy tongue be equal with thy heart. And inanacle the bear ward + in their chains, Shall I endure the sight of Somerset ?
If thou dai'st bring them to the baiting-place. False king! why hast thou broken faith with me, Rich. Oft have I seen a bol o'erweening cur Knowing how hardly I can brook abuse ?
Run back and bite, because he was withheld : King did I call thee? no, thou art not king; Who, being suffer'd with the bear's fell pa:v, Not fit to govern and rule multitudes,
Hath clapp'd his tail between his legs, and cry'd : Which dar'st not, no, nor caust not rule a traitor, And such a piece of service will you do, That head of thilie doth not become a crown ; If you oppose yourselves to match ford War. “Thy band is made to grasp a palmer's staff,
wick. And not to grace an awful princely sceptre : Clif. Hence, beap of wrath, foul indigested That gold must round engirt these brows of Jump, mine;
As crooked in thy inanners as thy shape ! Whose smile and frown, like to Achilles' spear, York. Nay, we shall beat you thoroughly Is able with the change to kill and cure.
anon. Here is a hand to hold a sceptre up,
Clif. Take heed, lest by your leat you buru And with the same to act controlling laws.
yourselves. Give place; by leaven, thou shalt rule no more K. Hen. Why, Warwick, hath thy knee forgot O'er hiin, whom heaven created for thy ruler.
to bow Som. O monstrous traitor 1-1 arrest thee, Old Salisbury,--shame to thy silver hair, York,
Thou mad misleader of thy brain-sick sou ! of capital treason 'gainst the king and crown : What, wilt thou on thy death-bed play the Obey, audacious traitor ; kneel for grace.
ruffian, York. Would'st have' me kneel 3 first let me And seek for sorrow with thy spectacles ? ask of these,
O where is faith ? O where is loyalty ! If they can brook I how a knee to man.- ir it be banish'd from the frosty head, Sirrah, call in my sons to be my bail ;
Where shall it fiud a harbour in the earth (Exit an ATTENDANT. Wilt thou go dig a grave to find out war, I know, ere they will have me go to ward, And shame thine honourable age with blood ? They'll pawn their swords for iny enfrauchise- Why art thou old, and want'st experience ? ment.
Or wherefore dost abuse it, if thou hast it? Q. Mur. Call bither Clifford; bid him comc For shame! in duty bend thy knee to me, To say, is that the bastard boys of York (amain, That bows unto the grave with mickle age. Shall be the surcty for their traitor father. Sal. My lord, I have consider'd with myself York. O blood-bespotted Neapolitan,
The title of this most renowned duke ; Outcast of Naples, England's bloody scourge ! And, in iny conscience, do repute bis grace The sons of York, thy betters in their birth, The rightful heir to England's royal seat. Shall be their father's bail; and bane to those K. Hen. Hast thou not sworn allegiance uuto That for my surely will refuse the boys.
Sal. I have. Enter EDWARD and RICHARD PLANTAGESET, K. Hen. Canst thou dispense with heaven fur with Forces, at one side ; at the other, with
such an oath ? Forces also, old CLIFFORD and his son. Sal. It is great sin, to swear unto a sin ; See where they come ; l'll warrant they'll make But greater sin, to keep a sinful oath. it gond.
Who can be bound by any solein vow Q. Mar. And here comes Clifford to deuy To do a murderous deed, to rob a man, their bail.
To force a spotless virgin's chastity, CUS. Health and all happiness to my lord the To reave the orphan of his patrimony, king!
[Kneels. To wring the widow from her custoni'd right; York. I thank thee, Clifford ; Say, what news and have no other reasou for this wrong, with thee
But that he was bound by a solemn vath? Nay, do not fright us with an angry look : Q. Mar. A sulitle traitor needs to soplister. We are thy sovereign, Clifford, kneel again ; For thy mistaking so, we pardon thee.
• The Nevils, carls of Warwick, had a bear and rugged
stad for their crest. Custody, confinement.
Ķ. Hen. Call Buckingham, and bid him arm York. Thus war hath given thee peace, for bimself.
thou art still. York. Call Buckingham, and all the friends Peace with his soul, heaven, if it be thy will ! thou hast,
[Erit. I ain resolv'd for death or dignity. Clif. The first I warrant thee, if dreams
Enter young CLIFFORD. prove true,
Y. Clif. Shame and confusion ! all is on the War. You were best to go to bed, and dream
rout ! again,
Fear frames disorder, and disorder wounds To keep thee from the tempest of the field.
Where it should guard. O war, thou son of Clif. I am resolv'd to bear a greater
bell, Than any thou canst conjure up to-day; Whom angry heavens do make their minister, And that I'll write upon thy burgonet,
Throw in the frozen bosoms of our part Might I but know thee by thy household badge.
Hot coals of vengeance !--Let no soldier fly : War. Now, by my father's badge, old Nevil's He that is truly dedicate to war, crest.
Hath no self-love ; nor he, that loves himself, The rampant bear chain'd to the ragged staff, Hath not essentially, but by circumstance, This day I'll wear aloft my burgonet,
The name of valour.-0 let the vile world end, (As on a mountain-top the cedar shows,
[Seeing his dead Father, That keeps his leaves in spite of any storm,)
And the premised flames of the last day Even to affright thee with the view thereof. Knit earth and heaven together !
Clif. And from thy burgonet I'll rend thy bear, Now let the general trumpet blow his blast, And tread it under foot with all contempt, Particularities and petty sounds Despite the bear-ward that protects the bear. To cease ! +-Wast thou ordain'd, dear father, Y. Clif. And so to arms, victorious father,
To lose thy youth in peace, and to achieve i To quell the rebels, and their 'complices. The silver livery of advised | age ; Rich. Fie ! charity, for sbame I speak not in And, in thy reverence and thy chair-days spite,
thus For you shall sup with Jesu Christ to-night. To die in ruffian battle 7-Even at this sight, Y. Clif. Foul stigmatic, t that's more than My heart is turn'd to stone ; and, while, 'tis thou canst tel.
mine, Rich. If not in heaven, you'll surely sup, in It shall be stony. York not our old men hell. (Exeunt severally.
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 faming wrath be vil and flax. War. Clifford of Cumberland, 'tis Warwick Henceforth, I will not bave to do with pity : calls !
Meet I an infant of the house of York, And if thou dost not hide thee from the bear, Into as many gobbets will I cut it, Now, when the angry trumpet sounds alarm, As wild Medea young Absyrtus did : And dead men's cries do fill the empty air, In cruelty will I seek out my fame. Clifford, I say, come forth and fight with me! Come, thou new ruin of old Clifford's house ; Proud northern lord, Clifford of Cumberland,
[Taking up the Body. Warwick is hoarse with calling thee to arins. As did Æneas old Anchises bear, Enter YORK.
So bear I thee upon my manly shoulders ;
But then Æneas bare a living load, How now, my noble lord ? what, all a-foot ?
Nothing so heavy as these woes of mine. York. "The deadly-handed Clifford slew my
(Erit. steed ; But match to match I have encounter'd him, Enter RICHARD PLANTAGENET and SONERAnd made a prey for carrion kites and crows SET, fighting, and SOMERSET is killed. Even of the bonny beast he lov'd so well.
Rich. So, lie thou there ;-
For, underneath an alehouse' paltry sign,
The Castle in Saint Albau's, Somerset
Hath made the wizard famous in his death, York. Hold, Warwick, seek thee out some Sword, hold thy temper; heart, be wrathful other chase,
still ; For I myself must hunt this deer to death. War. Then, nobly, York; 'tis for a crown
Priests pray for enemies, but princes kill. thon (ght?st.
(Exit. As I intend, Clifford, to thrive to-day,
Alarums : Excursions. Enter King HENKY, It grieves my soul to leave thee unassail'd.
Queen MARGARET, and others, retreating.
(Exit WARWICK. clif. What seest thou in me, York? why dost Q. Mar. Away, my lord ! you are slow; for thon pause ?
shame away! York. With thy brave bearing should I be in
K. Hen. Can we outrun the heavens? good love,
Margaret, stay. But that thou art so fast mine enemy.
Q. Mar. What are you made of? you'll not Clif. Nor should thy prowess want praise, and fight nor fly; esteen),
Now is it manhood, wisdom, and defence, But that 'tis shown ignobly and in treason. 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,
[Alarum afar off. As I in justice and true right express it! If you be ta’en, we then should see the bottom Clif. My soul
and body on the action of all our fortunes : but if we haply scape, both !
(As well we may, if not through your neglect, York. A dreadful lay! --address thee in-We sball to London get ; where you are lovid; stantly.
And where this breach, now in our fortunes (They fight, and CLIFFORD falls.
1 Stop. Astigma. HAJreadful wager; a tremendous stake. 1 Obtain
Enter young CLIFFORD.
But still, where danger was, still there I met hiin ; Y. Clif. But that my heart's on future mis. And like rich, hangings in a homely house, chief set,
So was his will in his old feeble body, I would speak blasphemy ere bid you fly;
But, noble as he is, look where he comes. But fly you must ; uncurable discomfit
Enter SALISBURY. Reigns in the hearts of all our present parts.
Sal. Now, by my sword, well bast thou fought Away,
to-day; To see their day, and them our fortune give :
By the mass, so did we all.-- I thank you, Richard : Away, my lord, away!
God knows how long it is I have to live ; SCEVE III.-Fields near Saint Albans.
And it hath pleas'd him, that three times to-day
You have defended me from imminent death. Alarum : Retreat. Flourish; then enter YORK, Well, lords, we have not got that which we have :
RICHARD PLANTAGENET, WARWICK, and Tis not enough our foes are this time fled, Soldiers, with Drum and Colours.
Being opposites of such repairing nature. + York. Of Salisbury, who can report of him ;
York. I know our safety is to follow them; That winter lion, who in rage forgets
for, as I bear, the king is filed to London, Aged contusions and all brush of time ; +
To call a present court of parliament.
Let us pursue him ere the writs go forth:And, like a gallant in the brow of youth,
What says lord Warwick ; shall we after them Repairs him with occasion ? this bappy day
War. After them ! nay, before them, if we can. Is not itself, nor have we won one foot,
Now by my faith, lords, 'twas a glorious day : If Salisbury bc lost. Rich. My noble father,
Saint Alban's battle, won by famous York,
Shall be eterniz'd in all age to come.
Sound, drums and trumpets ;-and to Londou all : Persuaded him from any further act :
And more such days as these to us befall!
(Ereunt. • For parties.
• 1. e. We have not secured that which we have aeI. e. The gradual detrition of time.
quired. 1 1 c. The height of youth the brow of a hill is ita lie. Being enemies that are likely so soon to rally semmit.
and recover themselves from this defeat
KING HENRY VI.
LITERARY AND HISTORICAL NOTICE. THE action of this play comprehends a period of sixteen yean. It commences with the erents immediately suc
ceeding 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 che second the best. The truth is, they have not sufficient variety of action, for the incidents are too often of tbe same kind ; yet many of the characters are well discriminated. King Henry and his queen, King F.Award, the Duke of Gloucester, and the Earl of Warwick, are very strongly and distinctly painted."
DRAMATIS PERSON. KING HENRY THE SIXTR.
SIR JOHN MORTIMER, Uncles to the Duke EDWARD, Prince of Wales, his Son.
SIR HUGA MORTIMER, 1 of York. LEWIS XI. King of France.
HENRY, Earl of Richmond, a Youth. DURE OF SOMERSET,
LORD RIVERS, Brother to Lady Grey. DUKB or EXETER,
SIR WILLIAN STANLEY. EARL OP OXFORD,
Lords on King SIR John MONTGOMERY. EARL OF NORTHUMBERLAND, Henry's side, SIR JOHN SOMERVILLE. EARL OF WESTMORBLAND.
TUTOR to Rutland.
MAYOR of York.
Two KEEPERS.--A HUNTSMAN.-A Son that EDYUND, Earl of Rutland,
has killed his Father.-A Father that has GEORGE, afterwards Duke of His Sons. killed his Son.
LADY GREY,,, afterwards Queen to Ed. DUKE OF NORFOLK,
ward VI. MARQUIS OF MONTAGUR,
BONA, Sister to the French Queen. LARL OF WARWICK, of the Duke of EARL OF PEMBROKE, York's Party. Soldiers, and other attendants on King Hen. LORD HASTINGS,
ry and King Edward, Messengers, watch. LORD STAFFORD,
men, &c. SCBNB, during part of the third Act, in France ; during all the rest of the Play, in England.
SCENE 1.-London -The Parliament.
break in. Then, enter the Duke of YORK,
York. While we pursued the horsemen of the
ing in, Were by the swords of common soldiers slain.
Edw. Lord Stafford's father, duke of Buck
(Showing his bloody Sword. Mont. And, brother, here's the earl of Wiltshire's blood,
(TO York, showing his Whom I encounter'd as the battles joiu'd. Rich. Speak thou for ine, and tell then what
[Throwing down the duke of SOMERSET'S
set? Norf. Such hope bave al the line of John of