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THE THIRD PART OF HENRY THE SIXT,

with the death of the Duke of

Yorke.

Actus Primus.

Scœna Prima.

[Scene i. London. The Parliament-house.]

Alarum.

Enter Plantagenet, Edward, Richard, Norfolke, Mountague, Warwicke, and Souldiers.

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Warwicke.

WONDER how the King escap'd our hands?

Pl. While we pursu'd the Horsmen of the North,

He slyly stole away, and left his men:

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Whereat the great Lord of Northumberland,
Whose Warlike eares could never brooke retreat,
Chear'd up the drouping Army, and himselfe.
Lord Clifford and Lord Stafford all a-brest
Charg'd our maine Battailes Front: and breaking in,
Were by the Swords of common Souldiers slaine.
Edw. Lord Staffords Father, Duke of Buckingham,

Is either slaine or wounded dangerous.

I cleft his Beaver with a down-right blow:

That this is true (Father) behold his blood.

Mount. And Brother, here's the Earle of Wiltshires blood,

Whom I encountred as the Battels joyn'd.

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Rich. Speake thou for me, and tell them what I did. [Throwing down the Duke of Somerset's head.] Plan. Richard hath best deserv'd of all my sonnes: But is your Grace dead, my Lord of Somerset?

Nor. Such hope have all the line of John of Gaunt.
Rich. Thus do I hope to shake King Henries head.
Warw. And so doe I, victorious Prince of Yorke.
Before I see thee seated in that Throne,
Which now the House of Lancaster usurpes,

I vow by Heaven, these eyes shall never close.
This is the Pallace of the fearefull King,
And this the Regall Seat: possesse it Yorke,
For this is thine, and not King Henries Heires.

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Plant. Assist me then, sweet Warwick, and I will,

For hither we have broken in by force.

Norf. Wee'le all assist you: he that flyes, shall dye: Plant. Thankes gentle Norfolke, stay by me my Lords, And Souldiers stay and lodge by me this Night.

They goe up.

Warw. And when the King comes, offer him no violence,

Unlesse he seeke to thrust you out perforce.

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Plant. The Queene this day here holds her Parliament, But little thinkes we shall be of her counsaile, By words or blowes here let us winne our right. Rich. Arm'd as we are, let's stay within this House.

16. dangerous: dangerously-Qe.

Warw. The bloody Parliament shall this be call'd, Unlesse Plantagenet, Duke of Yorke, be King, And bashfull Henry depos'd, whose Cowardize Hath made us by-words to our enemies.

Plant. Then leave me not, my Lords be resolute,

I meane to take possession of my Right.

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Warw. Neither the King, nor he that loves him best, The prowdest hee that holds up Lancaster, Dares stirre a Wing, if Warwick shake his Bells. Ile plant Plantagenet, root him up who dares: Resolve thee Richard, clayme the English Crowne. Flourish. Enter King Henry, Clifford, Northumberland, Westmerland, Exeter, and the rest.

Henry. My Lords, looke where the sturdie Rebell sits, Even in the Chayre of State: belike he meanes, Backt by the power of Warwicke, that false Peere, 60 To aspire unto the Crowne, and reigne as King. Earle of Northumberland, he slew thy Father, And thine, Lord Clifford,& you both have vow'd revenge On him, his sonnes, his favorites, and his friends.

Northumb. If I be not, Heavens be reveng'd on me. Clifford. The hope thereof, makes Clifford mourne in Steele.

Westm. What, shall we suffer this? lets pluck him down, My heart for anger burnes, I cannot brooke it.

Henry. Be patient, gentle Earle of Westmerland. Clifford. Patience is for Poultroones, such as he: He durst not sit there, had your Father liv'd. My gracious Lord, here in the Parliament Let us assayle the Family of Yorke.

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North. Well hast thou spoken, Cousin be it so. Henry. Ah, know you not the Citie favours them, And they have troupes of Souldiers at their beck?

Westm. But when the Duke is slaine, they'le quickly flye.

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Henry. Farre be the thought of this from Henries heart, To make a Shambles of the Parliament House. Cousin of Exeter, frownes, words, and threats, Shall be the Warre that Henry meanes to use. Thou factious Duke of Yorke descend my Throne, And kneele for grace and mercie at my feet, I am thy Soveraigne.

Yorke. I am thine.

Exet. For shame come downe, he made thee Duke of Yorke. 89 Yorke. It was my Inheritance, as the Earledome was. Exet. Thy Father was a Traytor to the Crowne. Warw. Exeter thou art a Traytor to the Crowne, In following this usurping Henry.

Clifford. Whom should hee follow, but his naturall King?

Warw.True Clifford, that's Richard Duke of Yorke. Henry. And shall I stand, and thou sit in my Throne? Yorke. It must and shall be so, content thy selfe. Warw. Be Duke of Lancaster, let him be King. 99 Westm. He is both King, and Duke of Lancaster, And that the Lord of Westmerland shall maintaine.

Warw. And Warwick shall disprove it. You forget, That we are those which chas'd you from the field, And slew your Fathers, and with Colours spread Marcht through the Citie to the Pallace Gates.

Northumb. Yes Warwicke, I remember it to my griefe, And by his Soule, thou and thy House shall rue it.

Westm. Plantagenet, of thee and these thy Sonnes, Thy Kinsmen, and thy Friends, Ile have more lives 90. It was: 'Twas-POPE.

96. Clifford, that's: Clifford; and that's-2-4F.

Then drops of bloud were in my Fathers Veines. 110 Cliff. Urge it no more, lest that in stead of words, I send thee, Warwicke, such a Messenger,

As shall revenge his death, before I stirre.

Warw. Poore Clifford, how I scorne his worthlesse Threats.

Plant. Will you we shew our Title to the Crowne? If not, our Swords shall pleade it in the field.

Henry. What Title hast thou Traytor to the Crowne?
My Father was as thou art, Duke of Yorke,
Thy Grandfather Roger Mortimer, Earle of March.
I am the Sonne of Henry the Fift,

Who made the Dolphin and the French to stoupe,
And seiz'd upon their Townes and Provinces.

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Warw. Talke not of France, sith1 thou hast lost it all. Henry. The Lord Protector lost it, and not I: When I was crown'd, I was but nine moneths old. Rich. You are old enough now,

And yet me thinkes you loose:

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Father teare the Crowne from the Usurpers Head. Edward. Sweet Father doe so, set it on your Head. Mount. Good Brother,

As thou lov'st and honorest Armes,

Let's fight it out, and not stand cavilling thus.

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Richard. Sound Drummes and Trumpets, and the

King will flye.

Plant. Sonnes peace.

Henry. Peace thou, and give King Henry leave to speake.

Warw. Plantagenet shal speake first: Heare him Lords, And be you silent and attentive too,

119. My: Thy-QQ. 128. loose: lose-2-4F.

131-2. I 1.-POPE.

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127-8. I 1.-POPE.

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