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THIRD PART OF
KING HENRY VI.
SCENE I.-London. The Parliament-House. Drums.
Some Soldiers of York's Party break in. Then, enter
York. While we pursu'd the horsemen of the north,
Edw. Lord Stafford's father, duke of Buckingham,
[Showing his bloody sword. Mont. And, brother, here's the earl of Wiltshire's blood,
[To YORK, showing his. Whom I encountered 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 sons.What, is your grace dead, my lord of Somerset ?
Norf. Such hope have all the line of John of Gaunt!
(1) Tbis play is only divided from the former for the convenience of exhibition ; for the series of action is continued without interruption, por are any two scenes of any play more closely connected than the first scene of this play with the last of the former. JOHNSON
(2) Here, as Mr. Eldertoo has observed to me, is a gross apachronism At the time of the first battle of Saint Albans, at which Richard is represented in the last scene of the preceding play to bave fought, he was, according to that gentleman's calculation, not one year old, having (as be conceives,) been born at Frotheringay Castle, October 21, 1454. MALONE.
Rich. Thus do I hope to shake king Henry's head.
War. And so do I.–Victorious prince of York, ,
York. Assist me then, sweet Warwick, and I will ;
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 : By words, or blows, here let us win our right. Rich. Arm'd as we are,
let's stay within this house. War. The bloody parliament shall this be call'a, Unless Plantagenet, duke of York, be king ; And bashful Henry depos’d, whose cowardice Hath made us by-words to our enemies.
York. Then leave me not, my lords ; be resolute ; [mean to take possession of my right.
War. Neither the king, nor he that loves him best,
(WARWICK leads YORK to the throne, who seats himself. Flourish. Enter King HENRY, CLIFFORD, NORTHUMBER
LAND, WESTMORELAND, EXETER, and others, with reil Roses in their Hats.
K. Hen. My lords, look where the sturdy rebel sits, Even in the chair of state ! belike, he means, (Back'd by the power of Warwick, that false peer,) To aspire unto the crown, and reign as king. Earl of Northumberland, he slew thy father ;And thine, lord Clifford ; and you both have vow'd re
venge On him, his sons, his favourites, and his friends.
(3) The allusion is to falconry. The hawk had sometimes little bells hung upon ther, perlaps to dare the birds; that is, to fright them from rising.
North. If I be not, heavens, be reveng'd on me!
West. What, shall we suffer this ? let's pluck him down : My heart for anger burns, I cannot brook it.
K. Hen. Be patient, gentle earl of Westmoreland.
Clif. Patience is for poltroons, and such as he ;
North. Well hast thou spoken, cousin ; be it so.
K. Hen. Ah, know you not, the city favours them, And they have troops of soldiers at their beck ?
Exe. But when the duke is slain, they'll quickly fly.
K. Hen. Far be the thought of this from Henry's heart,
[They advance to the Duke.
York. Thou art deceiv'd, I am thine.
War. Exeter, thou art a traitor to the crown,
Clif. Whom should he follow, but his natural king ?
West. He is both king and duke of Lancaster ;
War. 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 March'd through the city to the palace gates.
North. Yes, Warwick, I remember it to my grief ; And, by his soul, thou and thy house shall rue it.
(4) York means, I suppose, that the dukedom of York was his inberitance froin his father, as the earldom of Marcb was his inheritance from his mother, Aune Mortimer, the wife of the Earl of Cambridge; and by naming the earldom, he covertly asserts his right to the crown; for his title to the crown was not as Duke of York, but Earl of March. MALONE
West. Plantagenet, of thee, and these thy sons,
Clif. Urge it no more ; lest that, instead of words,
War. Poor Clifford ! how I scorn his worthless threats!
York. Will you, we show our title to the crown ?
K. Hen. What title hast thou, traitor, to the crown?
War. Talk not of France, sith thou hast lost it all.
K. Hen. The lord protector lost it, and not I ;
Edw. Sweet father, do so ; set it on your head.
Rich. Sound drums and trumpets, and the king will fly.
War. Plantagenet shall speak first :-hear him, lords ;
K. Hen. Think’st thou, that I will leave my kingly throne,
War. But prove it, Henry, and thou shalt be king.