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The third Part of Henry the Sixt, with the death of the Duke of YORKE.
Actus Primus. Scœna Prima. [Act 1, Scene 1] Alarum. Enter Plantagenet, Edward, Richard, Norfolke, Mount­ ague, Warwicke, and Souldiers. Warwicke.

I 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: Whereat the great Lord of Northumberland,
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Whose Warlike eares could neuer brooke retreat, Chear'd vp 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.
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Lord Staffords Father, Duke of Buckingham, Is either slaine or wounded dangerous. I cleft his Beauer with a down‑right blow: That this is true (Father) behold his blood.
Mount. And Brother, here's the Earle of Wiltshires (blood,
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Whom I encountred as the Battels ioyn'd.
Rich. Speake thou for me, and tell them what I did. Plan. Richard hath best deseru'd of all my sonnes: But is your Grace dead, my Lord of Somerset? Nor. Such hope haue all the line of Iohn of Gaunt. Rich.
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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 vsurpes, I vow by Heauen, these eyes shall neuer close.
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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.
Plant. Assist me then, sweet Warwick, and I will, For hither we haue broken in by force. Norf.
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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 vp. Warw. And when the King comes, offer him no violence, Vnlesse he seeke to thrust you out perforce. Plant.
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The Queene this day here holds her Parliament, But little thinkes we shall be of her counsaile, By words or blowes here let vs winne our right.
Rich. Arm'd as we are, let's stay within this House. Warw. The bloody Parliament shall this be call'd,
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Vnlesse Plantagenet, Duke of Yorke, be King,

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And bashfull Henry depos'd, whose Cowardize Hath made vs by‑words to our enemies. Plant. Then leaue me not, my Lords be resolute, I meane to take possession of my Right. Warw.
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Neither the King, nor he that loues him best, The prowdest hee that holds vp Lancaster, Dares stirre a Wing, if Warwick shake his Bells. Ile plant Plantagenet, root him vp who dares: Resolue thee Richard, clayme the English Crowne.
Flourish. Enter King Henry, Clifford, Northumberland, Westmerland, Exeter, and the rest. Henry.
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My Lords, looke where the sturdie Rebell sits, Euen in the Chayre of State: belike he meanes, Backt by the power of Warwicke, that false Peere, To aspire vnto the Crowne, and reigne as King. Earle of Northumberland, he slew thy Father,
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And thine, Lord Clifford, & you both haue vow'd reuenge On him, his sonnes, his fauorites, and his friends.
Northumb. If I be not, Heauens be reueng'd on me. Clifford. The hope thereof, makes Clifford mourne in Steele. Westm. What, shall we suffer this? lets pluck him down,
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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 liu'd. My gracious Lord, here in the Parliament
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Let vs assayle the Family of Yorke.
North. Well hast thou spoken, Cousin be it so. Henry. Ah, know you not the Citie fauours them, And they haue troupes of Souldiers at their beck? Westm. But when the Duke is slaine, they'le quickly flye. Henry.
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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 vse. Thou factious Duke of Yorke descend my Throne,
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And kneele for grace and mercie at my feet, I am thy Soueraigne.
Yorke. I am thine. Exet. For shame come downe, he made thee Duke of Yorke. Yorke. It was my Inheritance, as the Earledome was. Exet. Thy

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Actus Primus. Scœna Prima. [Act 1, Scene 1] Alarum. Enter Plantagenet, Edward, Richard, Norfolke, Mount­ ague, Warwicke, and Souldiers. Warwicke.

I 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: Whereat the great Lord of Northumberland,
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Whose Warlike eares could neuer brooke retreat, Chear'd vp 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.
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Lord Staffords Father, Duke of Buckingham, Is either slaine or wounded dangerous. I cleft his Beauer with a down‑right blow: That this is true (Father) behold his blood.
Mount. And Brother, here's the Earle of Wiltshires (blood,
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Whom I encountred as the Battels ioyn'd.
Rich. Speake thou for me, and tell them what I did. Plan. Richard hath best deseru'd of all my sonnes: But is your Grace dead, my Lord of Somerset? Nor. Such hope haue all the line of Iohn of Gaunt. Rich.
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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 vsurpes, I vow by Heauen, these eyes shall neuer close.
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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.
Plant. Assist me then, sweet Warwick, and I will, For hither we haue broken in by force. Norf.
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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 vp. Warw. And when the King comes, offer him no violence, Vnlesse he seeke to thrust you out perforce. Plant.
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The Queene this day here holds her Parliament, But little thinkes we shall be of her counsaile, By words or blowes here let vs winne our right.
Rich. Arm'd as we are, let's stay within this House. Warw. The bloody Parliament shall this be call'd,
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Vnlesse Plantagenet, Duke of Yorke, be King, And bashfull Henry depos'd, whose Cowardize Hath made vs by‑words to our enemies.
Plant. Then leaue me not, my Lords be resolute, I meane to take possession of my Right. Warw.
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Neither the King, nor he that loues him best, The prowdest hee that holds vp Lancaster, Dares stirre a Wing, if Warwick shake his Bells. Ile plant Plantagenet, root him vp who dares: Resolue thee Richard, clayme the English Crowne.
Flourish. Enter King Henry, Clifford, Northumberland, Westmerland, Exeter, and the rest. Henry.
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My Lords, looke where the sturdie Rebell sits, Euen in the Chayre of State: belike he meanes, Backt by the power of Warwicke, that false Peere, To aspire vnto the Crowne, and reigne as King. Earle of Northumberland, he slew thy Father,
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And thine, Lord Clifford, & you both haue vow'd reuenge On him, his sonnes, his fauorites, and his friends.
Northumb. If I be not, Heauens be reueng'd on me. Clifford. The hope thereof, makes Clifford mourne in Steele. Westm. What, shall we suffer this? lets pluck him down,
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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 liu'd. My gracious Lord, here in the Parliament
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Let vs assayle the Family of Yorke.
North. Well hast thou spoken, Cousin be it so. Henry. Ah, know you not the Citie fauours them, And they haue troupes of Souldiers at their beck? Westm. But when the Duke is slaine, they'le quickly flye. Henry.
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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 vse. Thou factious Duke of Yorke descend my Throne,
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And kneele for grace and mercie at my feet, I am thy Soueraigne.
Yorke. I am thine. Exet. For shame come downe, he made thee Duke of Yorke. Yorke. It was my Inheritance, as the Earledome was. Exet.
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Thy Father was a Traytor to the Crowne.
Warw. Exeter thou art a Traytor to the Crowne, In following this vsurping Henry. Clifford. Whom should hee follow, but his naturall King? Warw. True Clifford, that's Richard Duke of Yorke. Henry.
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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. Westm. He is both King, and Duke of Lancaster, And that the Lord of Westmerland shall maintaine. Warw.
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And Warwick shall disproue 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,
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And by his Soule, thou and thy House shall rue it.
Westm. Piantagenet, of thee and these thy Sonnes, Thy Kinsmen, and thy Friends, Ile haue more liues Then drops of bloud were in my Fathers Veines. Cliff. Vrge it no more, lest that in stead of words,
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I send thee, Warwicke, such a Messenger, As shall reuenge 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.
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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,
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And seiz'd vpon their Townes and Prouinces.
Warw. Talke not of France, sith 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,
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And yet me thinkes you loose: Father teare the Crowne from the Vsurpers Head.
Edward. Sweet Father doe so, set it on your Head. Mount. Good Brother, As thou lou'st and honorest Armes,
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Let's fight it out, and not stand cauilling thus.
Richard. Sound Drummes and Trumpets, and the King will flye. Plant. Sonnes peace. Henry. Peace thou, and giue King Henry leaue to speake. Warw. Plantagenet shal speake first: Heare him Lords,
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And be you silent and attentiue too, For he that interrupts him, shall not liue.
Hen. Think'st thou, that I will leaue my Kingly Throne, Wherein my Grandsire and my Father sat? No: first shall Warre vnpeople this my Realme;
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I, and their Colours often borne in France, And now in England, to our hearts great sorrow, Shall be my Winding‑sheet. Why faint you Lords? My Title's good, and better farre then his.
Warw. Proue it Henry, and thou shalt be King. Hen.
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Henry the Fourth by Conquest got the Crowne.
Plant. 'Twas by Rebellion against his King. Henry. I know not what to say, my Titles weake: Tell me, may not a King adopt an Heire? Plant. What then? Henry.
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And if he may, then am I lawfull King: For Richard, in the view of many Lords, Resign'd the Crowne to Henry the Fourth, Whose Heire my Father was, and I am his.
Plant. He rose against him, being his Soueraigne,
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And made him to resigne his Crowne perforce.
Warw. Suppose, my Lords, he did it vnconstrayn'd, Thinke you 'twere preiudiciall to his Crowne? Exet. No: for he could not so resigne his Crowne, But that the next Heire should succeed and reigne. Henry.
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Art thou against vs, Duke of Exeter?
Exet. His is the right, and therefore pardon me. Plant. Why whisper you, my Lords, and answer not? Exet. My Conscience tells me he is lawfull King. Henry. All will reuolt from me, and turne to him. Northumb.
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Plantagenet, for all the Clayme thou lay'st, Thinke not, that Henry shall be so depos'd.
Warw. Depos'd he shall be, in despight of all. Northumb. Thou art deceiu'd: 'Tis not thy Southerne power
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Of Essex, Norfolke, Suffolke, nor of Kent, Which makes thee thus presumptuous and prowd, Can set the Duke vp in despight of me.
Clifford. King Henry, be thy Title right or wrong, Lord Clifford vowes to fight in thy defence:
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May that ground gape, and swallow me aliue, Where I shall kneele to him that slew my Father.
Henry. Oh Clifford, how thy words reuiue my heart. Plant. Henry of Lancaster, resigne thy Crowne: What mutter you, or what conspire you Lords? Warw.
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Doe right vnto this Princely Duke of Yorke, Or I will fill the House with armed men, And ouer the Chayre of state, where now he sits, Write vp his Title with vsurping blood.
He stampes with his foot, and the Souldiers shew themselues. Henry. My Lord of Warwick, heare but one word,
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Let me for this my life time reigne as King.
Plant. Confirme the Crowne to me and to mine Heires, And thou shalt reigne in quiet while thou liu'st. Henry. I am content: Richard Plantagenet Enioy the Kingdome after my decease. Clifford.
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What wrong is this vnto the Prince, your Sonne?
Warw. What good is this to England, and himselfe? Westm. Base, fearefull, and despayring Henry. Clifford. How hast thou iniur'd both thy selfe and vs? Westm. I cannot stay to heare these Articles. Northumb.
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Nor I.
Clifford. Come Cousin, let vs tell the Queene these Newes. Westm. Farwell faint‑hearted and degenerate King, In whose cold blood no sparke of Honor bides. Northumb. Be thou a prey vnto the House of Yorke,
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And dye in Bands, for this vnmanly deed.
Cliff. In dreadfull Warre may'st thou be ouercome, Or liue in peace abandon'd and despis'd. Warw. Turne this way Henry, and regard them not. Exeter. They seeke reuenge, and therefore will not yeeld. Henry.
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Ah Exeter.
Warw. Why should you sigh, my Lord? Henry. Not for my selfe Lord Warwick, but my Sonne, Whom I vnnaturally shall dis‑inherite. But be it as it may: I here entayle
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The Crowne to thee and to thine Heires for euer, Conditionally, that heere thou take an Oath, To cease this Ciuill Warre: and whil'st I liue, To honor me as thy King, and Soueraigne: And neyther by Treason nor Hostilitie,
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To seeke to put me downe, and reigne thy selfe.
Plant. This Oath I willingly take, and will performe. Warw. Long liue King Henry: Plantagenet embrace him. Henry. And long liue thou, and these thy forward Sonnes. Plant. Now Yorke and Lancaster are reconcil'd. Exet.
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Accurst be he that seekes to make them foes.
Senet. Here they come downe. Plant. Farewell my gracious Lord, Ile to my Castle. Warw. And Ile keepe London with my Souldiers. Norf. And I to Norfolke with my follower . Mount. And I vnto the Sea, from whence I came. Henry.
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And I with griefe and sorrow to the Court.
Enter the Queene. Exeter. Heere comes the Queene, Whose Lookes bewray her anger: Ile steale away. Henry. Exeter so will I. Queene.
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Nay, goe not from me, I will follow thee.
Henry. Be patient gentle Queene, and I will stay. Queene. Who can be patient in such extreames? Ah wretched man, would I had dy'de a Maid? And neuer seene thee, neuer borne thee Sonne,
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Seeing thou hast prou'd so vnnaturall a Father. Hath he deseru'd to loose his Birth‑right thus? Hadst thou but lou'd him halfe so well as I, Or felt that paine which I did for him once, Or nourisht him, as I did with my blood;
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Thou would'st haue left thy dearest heart‑blood there, Rather then haue made that sauage Duke thine Heire, And dis‑inherited thine onely Sonne.
Prince. Father, you cannot dis‑inherite me: If you be King, why should not I succeede? Henry.
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Pardon me Margaret, pardon me sweet Sonne, The Earle of Warwick and the Duke enforc't me.
Quee. Enforc't thee? Art thou King, and wilt be forc't? I shame to heare thee speake: ah timorous Wretch, Thou hast vndone thy selfe, thy Sonne, and me,
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And giu'n vnto the House of Yorke such head, As thou shalt reigne but by their sufferance. To entayle him and his Heires vnto the Crowne, What is it, but to make thy Sepulcher, And creepe into it farre before thy time?
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Warwick is Chancelor, and the Lord of Callice, Sterne Falconbridge commands the Narrow Seas, The Duke is made Protector of the Realme, And yet shalt thou be safe? Such safetie findes The trembling Lambe, inuironned with Wolues.
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Had I beene there, which am a silly Woman, The Souldiers should haue toss'd me on their Pikes, Before I would haue granted to that Act. But thou preferr'st thy Life, before thine Honor. And seeing thou do'st, I here diuorce my selfe,
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Both from thy Table Henry, and thy Bed, Vntill that Act of Parliament be repeal'd, Whereby my Sonne is dis‑inherited. The Northerne Lords, that haue forsworne thy Colours, Will follow mine, if once they see them spread:
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And spread they shall be, to thy foule disgrace, And vtter ruine of the House of Yorke. Thus doe I leaue thee: Come Sonne, let's away, Our Army is ready; come, wee'le after them.
Henry. Stay gentle Margaret, and heare me speake. Queene.
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Thou hast spoke too much already: get thee gone.
Henry. Gentle Sonne Edward, thou wilt stay me? Queene. I, to be murther'd by his Enemies. Prince. When I returne with victorie to the field, Ile see your Grace: till then, Ile follow her. Queene.
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Come Sonne away, we may not linger thus.
Henry. Poore Queene, How loue to me, and to her Sonne, Hath made her breake out into termes of Rage. Reueng'd may she be on that hatefull Duke,
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Whose haughtie spirit, winged with desire, Will cost my Crowne, and like an emptie Eagle, Tyre on the flesh of me, and of my Sonne. The losse of those three Lords torments my heart: Ile write vnto them, and entreat them faire;
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Come Cousin, you shall be the Messenger.
Exet. And I, I hope, shall reconcile them all. Exit.
 

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   <stage rend="italic center" type="entrance">Flourish. Enter King Henry, Clifford, Northumberland,
      <lb/>Westmerland, Exeter, and the rest.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-3h6-hn6">
      <speaker rend="italic">Henry.</speaker>
      <l n="50">My Lords, looke where the sturdie Rebell sits,</l>
      <l n="51">Euen in the Chayre of State: belike he meanes,</l>
      <l n="52">Backt by the power of<hi rend="italic">Warwicke</hi>, that false Peere,</l>
      <l n="53">To aspire vnto the Crowne, and reigne as King.</l>
      <l n="54">Earle of Northumberland, he slew thy Father,</l>
      <l n="55">And thine, Lord<hi rend="italic">Clifford</hi>, &amp; you both haue vow'd reuenge</l>
      <l n="56">On him, his sonnes, his fauorites, and his friends.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-3h6-nor">
      <speaker rend="italic">Northumb.</speaker>
      <l n="57">If I be not, Heauens be reueng'd on me.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-3h6-cli">
      <speaker rend="italic">Clifford.</speaker>
      <l n="58">The hope thereof, makes<hi rend="italic">Clifford</hi>mourne in
      <lb/>Steele.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-3h6-wes">
      <speaker rend="italic">Westm.</speaker>
      <l n="59">What, shall we suffer this? lets pluck him down,</l>
      <l n="60">My heart for anger burnes, I cannot brooke it.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-3h6-hn6">
      <speaker rend="italic">Henry.</speaker>
      <l n="61">Be patient, gentle Earle of Westmerland.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-3h6-cli">
      <speaker rend="italic">Clifford.</speaker>
      <l n="62">Patience is for Poultroones, such as he:</l>
      <l n="63">He durst not sit there, had your Father liu'd.</l>
      <l n="64">My gracious Lord, here in the Parliament</l>
      <l n="65">Let vs assayle the Family of<hi rend="italic">Yorke</hi>.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-3h6-nor">
      <speaker rend="italic">North.</speaker>
      <l n="66">Well hast thou spoken, Cousin be it so.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-3h6-hn6">
      <speaker rend="italic">Henry.</speaker>
      <l n="67">Ah, know you not the Citie fauours them,</l>
      <l n="68">And they haue troupes of Souldiers at their beck?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-3h6-wes">
      <speaker rend="italic">Westm.</speaker>
      <l n="69">But when the Duke is slaine, they'le quickly
      <lb/>flye.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-3h6-hn6">
      <speaker rend="italic">Henry.</speaker>
      <l n="70">Farre be the thought of this from<hi rend="italic">Henries</hi>heart,</l>
      <l n="71">To make a Shambles of the Parliament House.</l>
      <l n="72">Cousin of Exeter, frownes, words, and threats,</l>
      <l n="73">Shall be the Warre that<hi rend="italic">Henry</hi>meanes to vse.</l>
      <l n="74">Thou factious Duke of Yorke descend my Throne,</l>
      <l n="75">And kneele for grace and mercie at my feet,</l>
      <l n="76">I am thy Soueraigne.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-3h6-pla">
      <speaker rend="italic">Yorke.</speaker>
      <l n="77">I am thine.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-3h6-exe">
      <speaker rend="italic">Exet.</speaker>
      <l n="78">For shame come downe, he made thee Duke of
      <lb/>Yorke.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-3h6-pla">
      <speaker rend="italic">Yorke.</speaker>
      <l n="79">It was my Inheritance, as the Earledome was.</l>
   </sp>
   <pb facs="FFimg:axc0504-0.jpg" n="148"/>
   <cb n="1"/>
   <sp who="#F-3h6-exe">
      <speaker rend="italic">Exet.</speaker>
      <l n="80">Thy Father was a Traytor to the Crowne.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-3h6-war">
      <speaker rend="italic">Warw.</speaker>
      <l n="81">
         <hi rend="italic">Exeter</hi>thou art a Traytor to the Crowne,</l>
      <l n="82">In following this vsurping<hi rend="italic">Henry</hi>.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-3h6-cli">
      <speaker rend="italic">Clifford.</speaker>
      <l n="83">Whom should hee follow, but his naturall
      <lb/>King?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-3h6-war">
      <speaker rend="italic">Warw.</speaker>
      <l n="84">True<hi rend="italic">Clifford</hi>, that's<hi rend="italic">Richard</hi>Duke of Yorke.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-3h6-hn6">
      <speaker rend="italic">Henry.</speaker>
      <l n="85">And shall I stand, and thou sit in my Throne?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-3h6-pla">
      <speaker rend="italic">Yorke.</speaker>
      <l n="86">It must and shall be so, content thy selfe.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-3h6-war">
      <speaker rend="italic">Warw.</speaker>
      <l n="87">Be Duke of Lancaster, let him be King.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-3h6-wes">
      <speaker rend="italic">Westm.</speaker>
      <l n="88">He is both King, and Duke of Lancaster,</l>
      <l n="89">And that the Lord of Westmerland shall maintaine.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-3h6-war">
      <speaker rend="italic">Warw.</speaker>
      <l n="90">And<hi rend="italic">Warwick</hi>shall disproue it. You forget,</l>
      <l n="91">That we are those which chas'd you from the field,</l>
      <l n="92">And slew your Fathers, and with Colours spread</l>
      <l n="93">Marcht through the Citie to the Pallace Gates.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-3h6-nor">
      <speaker rend="italic">Northumb.</speaker>
      <l n="94">Yes<hi rend="italic">Warwicke</hi>, I remember it to my griefe,</l>
      <l n="95">And by his Soule, thou and thy House shall rue it.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-3h6-wes">
      <speaker rend="italic">Westm.</speaker>
      <l n="96">
         <hi rend="italic">Piantagenet</hi>, of thee and these thy Sonnes,</l>
      <l n="97">Thy Kinsmen, and thy Friends, Ile haue more liues</l>
      <l n="98">Then drops of bloud were in my Fathers Veines.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-3h6-cli">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cliff.</speaker>
      <l n="99">Vrge it no more, lest that in stead of words,</l>
      <l n="100">I send thee,<hi rend="italic">Warwicke</hi>, such a Messenger,</l>
      <l n="101">As shall reuenge his death, before I stirre.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-3h6-war">
      <speaker rend="italic">Warw.</speaker>
      <l n="102">Poore<hi rend="italic">Clifford</hi>, how I scorne his worthlesse
      <lb/>Threats.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-3h6-pla">
      <speaker rend="italic">Plant.</speaker>
      <l n="103">Will you we shew our Title to the Crowne?</l>
      <l n="104">If not, our Swords shall pleade it in the field.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-3h6-hn6">
      <speaker rend="italic">Henry.</speaker>
      <l n="105">What Title hast thou Traytor to the Crowne?</l>
      <l n="106">My Father was as thou art, Duke of Yorke,</l>
      <l n="107">Thy Grandfather<hi rend="italic">Roger Mortimer</hi>, Earle of March.</l>
      <l n="108">I am the Sonne of<hi rend="italic">Henry</hi>the Fift,</l>
      <l n="109">Who made the Dolphin and the French to stoupe,</l>
      <l n="110">And seiz'd vpon their Townes and Prouinces.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-3h6-war">
      <speaker rend="italic">Warw.</speaker>
      <l n="111">Talke not of France, sith thou hast lost it all.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-3h6-hn6">
      <speaker rend="italic">Henry.</speaker>
      <l n="112">The Lord Protector lost it, and not I:</l>
      <l n="113">When I was crown'd, I was but nine moneths old.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-3h6-ri3">
      <speaker rend="italic">Rich.</speaker>
      <l n="114">You are old enough now,</l>
      <l n="115">And yet me thinkes you loose:</l>
      <l n="116">Father teare the Crowne from the Vsurpers Head.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-3h6-ed4">
      <speaker rend="italic">Edward.</speaker>
      <l n="117">Sweet Father doe so, set it on your Head.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-3h6-mon">
      <speaker rend="italic">Mount.</speaker>
      <l n="118">Good Brother,</l>
      <l n="119">As thou lou'st and honorest Armes,</l>
      <l n="120">Let's fight it out, and not stand cauilling thus.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-3h6-ri3">
      <speaker rend="italic">Richard.</speaker>
      <l n="121">Sound Drummes and Trumpets, and the
      <lb/>King will flye.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-3h6-pla">
      <speaker rend="italic">Plant.</speaker>
      <l n="122">Sonnes peace.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-3h6-hn6">
      <speaker rend="italic">Henry.</speaker>
      <l n="123">Peace thou, and giue King<hi rend="italic">Henry</hi>leaue to
      <lb/>speake.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-3h6-war">
      <speaker rend="italic">Warw.</speaker>
      <l n="124">
         <hi rend="italic">Plantagenet</hi>shal speake first: Heare him Lords,</l>
      <l n="125">And be you silent and attentiue too,</l>
      <l n="126">For he that interrupts him, shall not liue.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-3h6-hn6">
      <speaker rend="italic">Hen.</speaker>
      <l n="127">Think'st thou, that I will leaue my Kingly Throne,</l>
      <l n="128">Wherein my Grandsire and my Father sat?</l>
      <l n="129">No: first shall Warre vnpeople this my Realme;</l>
      <l n="130">I, and their Colours often borne in France,</l>
      <l n="131">And now in England, to our hearts great sorrow,</l>
      <l n="132">Shall be my Winding‑sheet. Why faint you Lords?</l>
      <l n="133">My Title's good, and better farre then his.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-3h6-war">
      <speaker rend="italic">Warw.</speaker>
      <l n="134">Proue it<hi rend="italic">Henry</hi>, and thou shalt be King.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-3h6-hn6">
      <speaker rend="italic">Hen.</speaker>
      <l n="135">
         <hi rend="italic">Henry</hi>the Fourth by Conquest got the Crowne.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-3h6-pla">
      <speaker rend="italic">Plant.</speaker>
      <l n="136">'Twas by Rebellion against his King.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-3h6-hn6">
      <speaker rend="italic">Henry.</speaker>
      <l n="137">I know not what to say, my Titles weake:</l>
      <l n="138">Tell me, may not a King adopt an Heire?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-3h6-pla">
      <speaker rend="italic">Plant.</speaker>
      <l n="139">What then?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-3h6-hn6">
      <speaker rend="italic">Henry.</speaker>
      <l n="140">And if he may, then am I lawfull King:</l>
      <l n="141">For<hi rend="italic">Richard</hi>, in the view of many Lords,</l>
      <cb n="2"/>
      <l n="142">Resign'd the Crowne to<hi rend="italic">Henry</hi>the Fourth,</l>
      <l n="143">Whose Heire my Father was, and I am his.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-3h6-pla">
      <speaker rend="italic">Plant.</speaker>
      <l n="144">He rose against him, being his Soueraigne,</l>
      <l n="145">And made him to resigne his Crowne perforce.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-3h6-war">
      <speaker rend="italic">Warw.</speaker>
      <l n="146">Suppose, my Lords, he did it vnconstrayn'd,</l>
      <l n="147">Thinke you 'twere preiudiciall to his Crowne?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-3h6-exe">
      <speaker rend="italic">Exet.</speaker>
      <l n="148">No: for he could not so resigne his Crowne,</l>
      <l n="149">But that the next Heire should succeed and reigne.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-3h6-hn6">
      <speaker rend="italic">Henry.</speaker>
      <l n="150">Art thou against vs, Duke of Exeter?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-3h6-exe">
      <speaker rend="italic">Exet.</speaker>
      <l n="151">His is the right, and therefore pardon me.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-3h6-pla">
      <speaker rend="italic">Plant.</speaker>
      <l n="152">Why whisper you, my Lords, and answer not?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-3h6-exe">
      <speaker rend="italic">Exet.</speaker>
      <l n="153">My Conscience tells me he is lawfull King.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-3h6-hn6">
      <speaker rend="italic">Henry.</speaker>
      <l n="154">All will reuolt from me, and turne to him.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-3h6-nor">
      <speaker rend="italic">Northumb.</speaker>
      <l n="155">
         <hi rend="italic">Plantagenet</hi>, for all the Clayme thou lay'st,</l>
      <l n="156">Thinke not, that<hi rend="italic">Henry</hi>shall be so depos'd.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-3h6-war">
      <speaker rend="italic">Warw.</speaker>
      <l n="157">Depos'd he shall be, in despight of all.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-3h6-nor">
      <speaker rend="italic">Northumb.</speaker>
      <l n="158">Thou art deceiu'd:</l>
      <l n="159">'Tis not thy Southerne power</l>
      <l n="160">Of Essex, Norfolke, Suffolke, nor of Kent,</l>
      <l n="161">Which makes thee thus presumptuous and prowd,</l>
      <l n="162">Can set the Duke vp in despight of me.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-3h6-cli">
      <speaker rend="italic">Clifford.</speaker>
      <l n="163">King<hi rend="italic">Henry</hi>, be thy Title right or wrong,</l>
      <l n="164">Lord<hi rend="italic">Clifford</hi>vowes to fight in thy defence:</l>
      <l n="165">May that ground gape, and swallow me aliue,</l>
      <l n="166">Where I shall kneele to him that slew my Father.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-3h6-hn6">
      <speaker rend="italic">Henry.</speaker>
      <l n="167">Oh<hi rend="italic">Clifford</hi>, how thy words reuiue my heart.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-3h6-pla">
      <speaker rend="italic">Plant.</speaker>
      <l n="168">
         <hi rend="italic">Henry</hi>of Lancaster, resigne thy Crowne:</l>
      <l n="169">What mutter you, or what conspire you Lords?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-3h6-war">
      <speaker rend="italic">Warw.</speaker>
      <l n="170">Doe right vnto this Princely Duke of Yorke,</l>
      <l n="171">Or I will fill the House with armed men,</l>
      <l n="172">And ouer the Chayre of state, where now he sits,</l>
      <l n="173">Write vp his Title with vsurping blood.</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="business">He stampes with his foot, and the Souldiers
      <lb/>shew themselues.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-3h6-hn6">
      <speaker rend="italic">Henry.</speaker>
      <l n="174">My Lord of Warwick, heare but one word,</l>
      <l n="175">Let me for this my life time reigne as King.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-3h6-pla">
      <speaker rend="italic">Plant.</speaker>
      <l n="176">Confirme the Crowne to me and to mine Heires,</l>
      <l n="177">And thou shalt reigne in quiet while thou liu'st.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-3h6-hn6">
      <speaker rend="italic">Henry.</speaker>
      <l n="178">I am content:<hi rend="italic">Richard Plantagenet</hi>
      </l>
      <l n="179">Enioy the Kingdome after my decease.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-3h6-cli">
      <speaker rend="italic">Clifford.</speaker>
      <l n="180">What wrong is this vnto the Prince, your
      <lb/>Sonne?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-3h6-war">
      <speaker rend="italic">Warw.</speaker>
      <l n="181">What good is this to England, and himselfe?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-3h6-wes">
      <speaker rend="italic">Westm.</speaker>
      <l n="182">Base, fearefull, and despayring<hi rend="italic">Henry</hi>.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-3h6-cli">
      <speaker rend="italic">Clifford.</speaker>
      <l n="183">How hast thou iniur'd both thy selfe and vs?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-3h6-wes">
      <speaker rend="italic">Westm.</speaker>
      <l n="184">I cannot stay to heare these Articles.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-3h6-nor">
      <speaker rend="italic">Northumb.</speaker>
      <l n="185">Nor I.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-3h6-cli">
      <speaker rend="italic">Clifford.</speaker>
      <l n="186">Come Cousin, let vs tell the Queene these
      <lb/>Newes.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-3h6-wes">
      <speaker rend="italic">Westm.</speaker>
      <l n="187">Farwell faint‑hearted and degenerate King,</l>
      <l n="188">In whose cold blood no sparke of Honor bides.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-3h6-nor">
      <speaker rend="italic">Northumb.</speaker>
      <l n="189">Be thou a prey vnto the House of<hi rend="italic">Yorke</hi>,</l>
      <l n="190">And dye in Bands, for this vnmanly deed.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-3h6-cli">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cliff.</speaker>
      <l n="191">In dreadfull Warre may'st thou be ouercome,</l>
      <l n="192">Or liue in peace abandon'd and despis'd.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-3h6-war">
      <speaker rend="italic">Warw.</speaker>
      <l n="193">Turne this way<hi rend="italic">Henry</hi>, and regard them not.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-3h6-exe">
      <speaker rend="italic">Exeter.</speaker>
      <l n="194">They seeke reuenge, and therefore will not
      <lb/>yeeld.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-3h6-hn6">
      <speaker rend="italic">Henry.</speaker>
      <l n="195">Ah<hi rend="italic">Exeter</hi>.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-3h6-war">
      <speaker rend="italic">Warw.</speaker>
      <l n="196">Why should you sigh, my Lord?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-3h6-hn6">
      <speaker rend="italic">Henry.</speaker>
      <l n="197">Not for my selfe Lord<hi rend="italic">Warwick</hi>, but my Sonne,</l>
      <l n="198">Whom I vnnaturally shall dis‑inherite.</l>
      <l n="199">But be it as it may: I here entayle</l>
      <l n="200">The Crowne to thee and to thine Heires for euer,</l>
      <l n="201">Conditionally, that heere thou take an Oath,</l>
      <l n="202">To cease this Ciuill Warre: and whil'st I liue,</l>
      <pb facs="FFimg:axc0505-0.jpg" n="149"/>
      <cb n="1"/>
      <l n="203">To honor me as thy King, and Soueraigne:</l>
      <l n="204">And neyther by Treason nor Hostilitie,</l>
      <l n="205">To seeke to put me downe, and reigne thy selfe.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-3h6-pla">
      <speaker rend="italic">Plant.</speaker>
      <l n="206">This Oath I willingly take, and will performe.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-3h6-war">
      <speaker rend="italic">Warw.</speaker>
      <l n="207">Long liue King<hi rend="italic">Henry: Plantagenet</hi>embrace
      <lb/>him.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-3h6-hn6">
      <speaker rend="italic">Henry.</speaker>
      <l n="208">And long liue thou, and these thy forward
      <lb/>Sonnes.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-3h6-pla">
      <speaker rend="italic">Plant.</speaker>
      <l n="209">Now<hi rend="italic">Yorke</hi>and<hi rend="italic">Lancaster</hi>are reconcil'd.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-3h6-exe">
      <speaker rend="italic">Exet.</speaker>
      <l n="210">Accurst be he that seekes to make them foes.</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="business">Senet. Here they come downe.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-3h6-pla">
      <speaker rend="italic">Plant.</speaker>
      <l n="211">Farewell my gracious Lord, Ile to my Castle.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-3h6-war">
      <speaker rend="italic">Warw.</speaker>
      <l n="212">And Ile keepe London with my Souldiers.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-3h6-nfk">
      <speaker rend="italic">Norf.</speaker>
      <l n="213">And I to Norfolke with my follower<gap extent="1"
              unit="chars"
              reason="illegible"
              agent="uninkedType"
              resp="#ES"/>.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-3h6-mon">
      <speaker rend="italic">Mount.</speaker>
      <l n="214">And I vnto the Sea, from whence I came.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-3h6-hn6">
      <speaker rend="italic">Henry.</speaker>
      <l n="215">And I with griefe and sorrow to the Court.</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic center" type="entrance">Enter the Queene.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-3h6-exe">
      <speaker rend="italic">Exeter.</speaker>
      <l n="216">Heere comes the Queene,</l>
      <l n="217">Whose Lookes bewray her anger:</l>
      <l n="218">Ile steale away.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-3h6-hn6">
      <speaker rend="italic">Henry.</speaker>
      <l n="219">
         <hi rend="italic">Exeter</hi>so will I.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-3h6-qma">
      <speaker rend="italic">Queene.</speaker>
      <l n="220">Nay, goe not from me, I will follow thee.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-3h6-hn6">
      <speaker rend="italic">Henry.</speaker>
      <l n="221">Be patient gentle Queene, and I will stay.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-3h6-qma">
      <speaker rend="italic">Queene.</speaker>
      <l n="222">Who can be patient in such extreames?</l>
      <l n="223">Ah wretched man, would I had dy'de a Maid?</l>
      <l n="224">And neuer seene thee, neuer borne thee Sonne,</l>
      <l n="225">Seeing thou hast prou'd so vnnaturall a Father.</l>
      <l n="226">Hath he deseru'd to loose his Birth‑right thus?</l>
      <l n="227">Hadst thou but lou'd him halfe so well as I,</l>
      <l n="228">Or felt that paine which I did for him once,</l>
      <l n="229">Or nourisht him, as I did with my blood;</l>
      <l n="230">Thou would'st haue left thy dearest heart‑blood there,</l>
      <l n="231">Rather then haue made that sauage Duke thine Heire,</l>
      <l n="232">And dis‑inherited thine onely Sonne.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-3h6-ped">
      <speaker rend="italic">Prince.</speaker>
      <l n="233">Father, you cannot dis‑inherite me:</l>
      <l n="234">If you be King, why should not I succeede?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-3h6-hn6">
      <speaker rend="italic">Henry.</speaker>
      <l n="235">Pardon me<hi rend="italic">Margaret</hi>, pardon me sweet Sonne,</l>
      <l n="236">The Earle of Warwick and the Duke enforc't me.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-3h6-qma">
      <speaker rend="italic">Quee.</speaker>
      <l n="237">Enforc't thee? Art thou King, and wilt be forc't?</l>
      <l n="238">I shame to heare thee speake: ah timorous Wretch,</l>
      <l n="239">Thou hast vndone thy selfe, thy Sonne, and me,</l>
      <l n="240">And giu'n vnto the House of<hi rend="italic">Yorke</hi>such head,</l>
      <l n="241">As thou shalt reigne but by their sufferance.</l>
      <l n="242">To entayle him and his Heires vnto the Crowne,</l>
      <l n="243">What is it, but to make thy Sepulcher,</l>
      <l n="244">And creepe into it farre before thy time?</l>
      <l n="245">
         <hi rend="italic">Warwick</hi>is Chancelor, and the Lord of Callice,</l>
      <l n="246">Sterne<hi rend="italic">Falconbridge</hi>commands the Narrow Seas,</l>
      <l n="247">The Duke is made Protector of the Realme,</l>
      <l n="248">And yet shalt thou be safe? Such safetie findes</l>
      <l n="249">The trembling Lambe, inuironned with Wolues.</l>
      <l n="250">Had I beene there, which am a silly Woman,</l>
      <l n="251">The Souldiers should haue toss'd me on their Pikes,</l>
      <l n="252">Before I would haue granted to that Act.</l>
      <l n="253">But thou preferr'st thy Life, before thine Honor.</l>
      <l n="254">And seeing thou do'st, I here diuorce my selfe,</l>
      <l n="255">Both from thy Table<hi rend="italic">Henry</hi>, and thy Bed,</l>
      <l n="256">Vntill that Act of Parliament be repeal'd,</l>
      <l n="257">Whereby my Sonne is dis‑inherited.</l>
      <l n="258">The Northerne Lords, that haue forsworne thy Colours,</l>
      <l n="259">Will follow mine, if once they see them spread:</l>
      <l n="260">And spread they shall be, to thy foule disgrace,</l>
      <l n="261">And vtter ruine of the House of<hi rend="italic">Yorke</hi>.</l>
      <l n="262">Thus doe I leaue thee: Come Sonne, let's away,</l>
      <l n="263">Our Army is ready; come, wee'le after them.</l>
   </sp>
   <cb n="2"/>
   <sp who="#F-3h6-hn6">
      <speaker rend="italic">Henry.</speaker>
      <l n="264">Stay gentle<hi rend="italic">Margaret</hi>, and heare me speake.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-3h6-qma">
      <speaker rend="italic">Queene.</speaker>
      <l n="265">Thou hast spoke too much already: get thee
      <lb/>gone.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-3h6-hn6">
      <speaker rend="italic">Henry.</speaker>
      <l n="266">Gentle Sonne<hi rend="italic">Edward</hi>, thou wilt stay me?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-3h6-qma">
      <speaker rend="italic">Queene.</speaker>
      <l n="267">I, to be murther'd by his Enemies.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-3h6-ped">
      <speaker rend="italic">Prince.</speaker>
      <l n="268">When I returne with victorie to the field,</l>
      <l n="269">Ile see your Grace: till then, Ile follow her.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-3h6-qma">
      <speaker rend="italic">Queene.</speaker>
      <l n="270">Come Sonne away, we may not linger thus.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-3h6-hn6">
      <speaker rend="italic">Henry.</speaker>
      <l n="271">Poore Queene,</l>
      <l n="272">How loue to me, and to her Sonne,</l>
      <l n="273">Hath made her breake out into termes of Rage.</l>
      <l n="274">Reueng'd may she be on that hatefull Duke,</l>
      <l n="275">Whose haughtie spirit, winged with desire,</l>
      <l n="276">Will cost my Crowne, and like an emptie Eagle,</l>
      <l n="277">Tyre on the flesh of me, and of my Sonne.</l>
      <l n="278">The losse of those three Lords torments my heart:</l>
      <l n="279">Ile write vnto them, and entreat them faire;</l>
      <l n="280">Come Cousin, you shall be the Messenger.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-3h6-exe">
      <speaker rend="italic">Exet.</speaker>
      <l n="281">And I, I hope, shall reconcile them all.</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exit.</stage>
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