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The first Part of Henry the Sixt. Rich. First, leane thine aged Back against mine Arme,
[1010]
And in that ease, Ile tell thee my Disease. This day in argument vpon a Case, Some words there grew 'twixt Somerset and me: Among which tearmes, he vs'd his lauish tongue, And did vpbrayd me with my Fathers death;
[1015]
Which obloquie set barres before my tongue, Else with the like I had requited him. Therefore good Vnckle, for my Fathers sake, In honor of a true Plantagenet, And for Alliance sake, declare the cause
[1020]
My Father, Earle of Cambridge, lost his Head.
Mort. That cause (faire Nephew) that imprison'd me, And hath detayn'd me all my flowring Youth, Within a loathsome Dungeon, there to pyne, Was cursed Instrument of his decease. Rich.
[1025]
Discouer more at large what cause that was, For I am ignorant, and cannot guesse.
Mort. I will, if that my fading breath permit, And Death approach not, ere my Tale be done. Henry the Fourth, Grandfather to this King,
[1030]
Depos'd his Nephew Richard, Edwards Sonne, The first begotten, and the lawfull Heire Of Edward King, the Third of that Descent. During whose Reigne, the Percies of the North, Finding his Vsurpation most vniust,
[1035]
Endeuour'd my aduancement to the Throne. The reason mou'd these Warlike Lords to this, Was, for that (young Richard thus remou'd, Leauing no Heire begotten of his Body) I was the next by Birth and Parentage:
[1040]
For by my Mother, I deriued am From Lionel Duke of Clarence, third Sonne To King Edward the Third; whereas hee, From Iohn of Gaunt doth bring his Pedigree, Being but fourth of that Heroick Lyne.
[1045]
But marke: as in this haughtie great attempt, They laboured, to plant the rightfull Heire, I lost my Libertie, and they their Liues. Long after this, when Henry the Fift (Succeeding his Father Bullingbrooke) did reigne;
[1050]
Thy Father, Earle of Cambridge, then deriu'd From famous Edmund Langley, Duke of Yorke, Marrying my Sister, that thy Mother was; Againe, in pitty of my hard distresse, Leuied an Army, weening to redeeme,
[1055]
And haue install'd me in the Diademe: But as the rest, so fell that Noble Earle, And was beheaded. Thus the Mortimers, In whom the Title rested, were supprest.
Rich. Of which, my Lord, your Honor is the last. Mort.
[1060]
True; and thou seest, that I no Issue haue, And that my fainting words doe warrant death: Thou art my Heire; the rest, I wish thee gather: But yet be wary in thy studious care.
Rich. Thy graue admonishments preuayle with me:
[1065]
But yet me thinkes, my Fathers execution Was nothing lesse then bloody Tyranny.
Mort. With silence, Nephew, be thou pollitick, Strong fixed is the House of Lancaster, And like a Mountaine, not to be remou'd.
[1070]
But now thy Vnckle is remouing hence, As Princes doe their Courts, when they are cloy'd With long continuance in a setled place.
Rich. O Vnckle, would some part of my young yeeres Might but redeeme the passage of your Age.

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Mort.
[1075]
Thou do'st then wrong me, as y t slaughterer doth, Which giueth many Wounds, when one will kill. Mourne not, except thou sorrow for my good, Onely giue order for my Funerall. And so farewell, and faire be all thy hopes,
[1080]
And prosperous be thy Life in Peace and Warre.
Dyes. Rich. And Peace, no Warre, befall thy parting Soule. In Prison, hast thou spent a Pilgrimage, And like a Hermite ouer‑past thy dayes. Well, I will locke his Councell in my Brest,
[1085]
And what I doe imagine, let that rest. Keepers conuey him hence, and I my selfe Wiil see his Buryall better then his Life. Exit. Here dyes the duskie Torch of Mortimer, Choakt with Ambition of the meaner sort.
[1090]
And for those Wrongs, those bitter Iniuries, Which Somerset hath offer'd to my House, I doubt not, but with Honor to redresse. And therefore haste I to the Parliament, Eyther to be restored to my Blood,
[1095]
Or make my will th'aduantage of my good.
Exit.
[Act 3, Scene 1] Actus Tertius. Scena Prima. Flourish. Enter King, Exeter, Gloster, Winchester, Warwick, Somerset, Suffolk, Richard Plantagenet. Gloster offers to put vp a Bill: Winchester snatches it, teares it. Winch. Com'st thou with deepe premeditated Lines? With written Pamphlets, studiously deuis'd? Humfrey of Gloster, if thou canst accuse, Or ought intend'st to lay vnto my charge,
[1100]
Doe it without inuention, suddenly, As I with sudden, and extemporall speech, Purpose to answer what thou canst obiect.
Glo. Presumptuous Priest, this place cōmands commands my patiēce, patiences Or thou should'st finde thou hast dis‑honor'd me.
[1105]
Thinke not, although in Writing I preferr'd The manner of thy vile outragious Crymes, That therefore I haue forg'd, or am not able Verbatim to rehearse the Methods of my Penne. No Prelate, such is thy audacious wickednesse,
[1110]
Thy lewd, pestiferous, and dissentious prancks, As very Infants prattle of thy pride. Thou art a most pernitious Vsurer, Froward by nature, Enemie to Peace, Lasciuious, wanton, more then well beseemes
[1115]
A man of thy Profession, and Degree. And for thy Trecherie, what's more manifest? In that thou layd'st a Trap to take my Life, As well at London Bridge, as at the Tower. Beside, I feare me, if thy thoughts were sifted,
[1120]
The King, thy Soueraigne, is not quite exempt From enuious mallice of thy swelling heart.
Winch. Gloster, I doe defie thee. Lords vouchsafe To giue me hearing what I shall reply. If I were couetous, ambitious, or peruerse,
[1125]
As he will haue me: how am I so poore? Or how haps it, I seeke not to aduance Or rayse my selfe? but keepe my wonted Calling. And for Dissention, who preferreth Peace More then I doe? except I be prouok'd.
[1130]
No, my good Lords, it is not that offends, It is not that, that hath incens'd the Duke: It is because no one should sway but hee, No one, but hee, should be about the King; And that engenders Thunder in his breast, l And

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[Act 3, Scene 1] Actus Tertius. Scena Prima. Flourish. Enter King, Exeter, Gloster, Winchester, Warwick, Somerset, Suffolk, Richard Plantagenet. Gloster offers to put vp a Bill: Winchester snatches it, teares it. Winch. Com'st thou with deepe premeditated Lines? With written Pamphlets, studiously deuis'd? Humfrey of Gloster, if thou canst accuse, Or ought intend'st to lay vnto my charge,
[1100]
Doe it without inuention, suddenly, As I with sudden, and extemporall speech, Purpose to answer what thou canst obiect.
Glo. Presumptuous Priest, this place cōmands commands my patiēce, patiences Or thou should'st finde thou hast dis‑honor'd me.
[1105]
Thinke not, although in Writing I preferr'd The manner of thy vile outragious Crymes, That therefore I haue forg'd, or am not able Verbatim to rehearse the Methods of my Penne. No Prelate, such is thy audacious wickednesse,
[1110]
Thy lewd, pestiferous, and dissentious prancks, As very Infants prattle of thy pride. Thou art a most pernitious Vsurer, Froward by nature, Enemie to Peace, Lasciuious, wanton, more then well beseemes
[1115]
A man of thy Profession, and Degree. And for thy Trecherie, what's more manifest? In that thou layd'st a Trap to take my Life, As well at London Bridge, as at the Tower. Beside, I feare me, if thy thoughts were sifted,
[1120]
The King, thy Soueraigne, is not quite exempt From enuious mallice of thy swelling heart.
Winch. Gloster, I doe defie thee. Lords vouchsafe To giue me hearing what I shall reply. If I were couetous, ambitious, or peruerse,
[1125]
As he will haue me: how am I so poore? Or how haps it, I seeke not to aduance Or rayse my selfe? but keepe my wonted Calling. And for Dissention, who preferreth Peace More then I doe? except I be prouok'd.
[1130]
No, my good Lords, it is not that offends, It is not that, that hath incens'd the Duke: It is because no one should sway but hee, No one, but hee, should be about the King; And that engenders Thunder in his breast,
[1135]
And makes him rore these Accusations forth. But he shall know I am as good.
Glost. As good? Thou Bastard of my Grandfather. Winch. I, Lordly Sir: for what are you, I pray,
[1140]
But one imperious in anothers Throne?
Glost. Am I not Protector, sawcie Priest? Winch. And am not I a Prelate of the Church? Glost. Yes, as an Out‑law in a Castle keepes, And vseth it, to patronage his Theft. Winch.
[1145]
Vnreuerent Glocester.
Glost. Thou art reuerent, Touching thy Spirituall Function, not thy Life. Winch. Rome shall remedie this. Warw. Roame thither then.
[1150]
My Lord, it were your dutie to forbeare.
Som. I, see the Bishop be not ouer‑borne: Me thinkes my Lord should be Religious, And know the Office that belongs to such. Warw. Me thinkes his Lordship should be humbler,
[1155]
It fitteth not a Prelate so to plead.
Som.

Yes, when his holy State is toucht so neere.

Warw. State holy, or vnhallow'd, what of that? Is not his Grace Protector to the King? Rich. Plantagenet I see must hold his tongue,
[1160]
Least it be said, Speake Sirrha when you should: Must your bold Verdict enter talke with Lords? Else would I haue a fling at Winchester.
King. Vnckles of Gloster, and of Winchester, The speciall Watch‑men of our English Weale,
[1165]
I would preuayle, if Prayers might preuayle, To ioyne your hearts in loue and amitie. Oh, what a Scandall is it to our Crowne, That two such Noble Peeres as ye should iarre? Beleeue me, Lords, my tender yeeres can tell,
[1170]
Ciuill dissention is a viperous Worme, That gnawes the Bowels of the Common‑wealth.
A noyse within, Downe with the Tawny‑Coats. King. What tumult's this? Warw. An Vprore, I dare warrant, Begun through malice of the Bishops men. A noyse againe, Stones, Stones. Enter Maior. Maior.
[1175]
Oh my good Lords, and vertuous Henry, Pitty the Citie of London, pitty vs: The Bishop, and the Duke of Glosters men, Forbidden late to carry any Weapon, Haue fill'd their Pockets full of peeble stones;
[1180]
And banding themselues in contrary parts, Doe pelt so fast at one anothers Pate, That many haue their giddy braynes knockt out: Our Windowes are broke downe in euery street, And we, for feare, compell'd to shut our Shops.
Enter in skirmish with bloody Pates. King.
[1185]
We charge you, on allegeance to our selfe, To hold your slaughtring hands, and keepe the Peace: Pray' Vnckle Gloster mittigate this strife.
1. Seruing.

Nay, if we be forbidden stones, wee'le fall

to it with our Teeth.

2. Seruing.
[1190]
Doe what ye dare, we are as resolute.
Skirmish againe. Glost. You of my household, leaue this peeuish broyle, And let this vnaccustom'd fight aside. 3. Seru. My Lord, we know your Grace to be a man Iust, and vpright; and for your Royall Birth,
[1195]
Inferior to none, but to his Maiestie: And ere that we will suffer such a Prince, So kinde a Father of the Common‑weale, To be disgraced by an Inke‑horne Mate, Wee and our Wiues and Children all will fight,
[1200]
And haue our bodyes slaughtred by thy foes.
1. Seru. I, and the very parings of our Nayles Shall pitch a Field when we are dead. Begin againe. Glost. Stay, stay, I say: And if you loue me, as you say you doe,
[1205]
Let me perswade you to forbeare a while.
King. Oh, how this discord doth afflict my Soule. Can you, my Lord of Winchester, behold My sighes and teares, and will not once relent? Who should be pittifull, if you be not?
[1210]
Or who should study to preferre a Peace, If holy Church‑men take delight in broyles?
Warw. Yeeld my Lord Protector, yeeld Winchester, Except you meane with obstinate repulse To stay your Soueraigne, and destroy the Realme.
[1215]
You see what Mischiefe, and what Murther too, Hath beene enacted through your enmitie: Then be at peace, except ye thirst for blood.
Winch. He shall submit, or I will neuer yeeld. Glost. Compassion on the King commands me stoupe,
[1220]
Or I would see his heart out, ere the Priest Should euer get that priuiledge of me.
Warw. Behold my Lord of Winchester, the Duke Hath banisht moodie discontented fury, As by his smoothed Browes it doth appeare:
[1225]
Why looke you still so sterne, and tragicall?
Glost. Here Winchester, I offer thee my Hand. King. Fie Vnckle Beauford, I haue heard you preach, That Mallice was a great and grieuous sinne: And will not you maintaine the thing you teach?
[1230]
But proue a chiefe offendor in the same.
Warw. Sweet King: the Bishop hath a kindly gyrd: For shame my Lord of Winchester relent; What, shall a Child instruct you what to doe? Winch. Well Duke of Gloster, I will yeeld to thee
[1235]
Loue for thy Loue, and Hand for Hand I giue.
Glost. I, but I feare me with a hollow Heart. See here my Friends and louing Countreymen, This token serueth for a Flagge of Truce, Betwixt our selues, and all our followers:
[1240]
So helpe me God, as I dissemble not.
Winch. So helpe me God, as I intend it not. King. Oh louing Vnckle, kinde Duke of Gloster, How ioyfull am I made by this Contract, Away my Masters, trouble vs no more,
[1245]
But ioyne in friendship, as your Lords haue done.
1. Seru. Content, Ile to the Surgeons. 2. Seru. And so will I. 3. Seru. And I will see what Physick the Tauerne af­ fords. Exeunt. Warw. Accept this Scrowle, most gracious Soueraigne,
[1250]
Which in the Right of Richard Plantagenet, We doe exhibite to your Maiestie.
Glo. Well vrg'd, my Lord of Warwick: for sweet Prince, And if your Grace marke euery circumstance, You haue great reason to doe Richard right,
[1255]
At Eltam Place I told your Maiestie,
King. And those occasions, Vnckle, were of force: Therefore my louing Lords, our pleasure is, That Richard be restored to his Blood. Warw. Let Richard be restored to his Blood,
[1260]
So shall his Fathers wrongs be recompenc't.
Winch. As will the rest, so willeth Winchester. King. If Richard will be true, not that all alone, But all the whole Inheritance I giue, That doth belong vnto the House of Yorke,
[1265]
From whence you spring, by Lineall Descent.
Rich. Thy humble seruant vowes obedience, And humble seruice, till the point of death. King. Stoope then, and set your Knee against my Foot, And in reguerdon of that dutie done,
[1270]
I gyrt thee with the valiant Sword of Yorke: Rise Richard, like a true Plantagenet, And rise created Princely Duke of Yorke.
Rich. And so thriue Richard, as thy foes may fall, And as my dutie springs, so perish they,
[1275]
That grudge one thought against your Maiesty.
All. Welcome high Prince, the mighty Duke of Yorke. Som. Perish base Prince, ignoble Duke of Yorke. Glost. Now will it best auaile your Maiestie, To crosse the Seas, and to be Crown'd in France:
[1280]
The presence of a King engenders loue Amongst his Subiects, and his loyall Friends, As it dis‑animates his Enemies.
King. When Gloster sayes the word, King Henry goes, For friendly counsaile cuts off many Foes. Glost.
[1285]
Your Ships alreadie are in readinesse.
Senet. Flourish. Exeunt. Manet Exeter. Exet. I, we may march in England, or in France, Not seeing what is likely to ensue: This late dissention growne betwixt the Peeres, Burnes vnder fained ashes of forg'd loue,
[1290]
And will at last breake out into a flame, As festred members rot but by degree, Till bones and flesh and sinewes fall away, So will this base and enuious discord breed. And now I feare that fatall Prophecie,
[1295]
Which in the, time of Henry, nam'd the Fift, Was in the mouth of euery sucking Babe, That Henry borne at Monmouth should winne all, And Henry borne at Windsor, loose all: Which is so plaine, that Exeter doth wish,
[1300]
His dayes may finish, ere that haplesse time.
Exit.
 

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      <l n="1137">As good?</l>
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      <l n="1148">Rome shall remedie this.</l>
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      <l n="1165">I would preuayle, if Prayers might preuayle,</l>
      <l n="1166">To ioyne your hearts in loue and amitie.</l>
      <l n="1167">Oh, what a Scandall is it to our Crowne,</l>
      <l n="1168">That two such Noble Peeres as ye should iarre?</l>
      <l n="1169">Beleeue me, Lords, my tender yeeres can tell,</l>
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      <l n="1172">What tumult's this?</l>
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   <sp who="#F-1h6-war">
      <speaker rend="italic">Warw.</speaker>
      <l n="1173">An Vprore, I dare warrant,</l>
      <l n="1174">Begun through malice of the Bishops men.</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic center" type="business">A noyse againe, Stones, Stones.</stage>
   <stage rend="center" type="entrance">Enter Maior.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-1h6-lml">
      <speaker rend="italic">Maior.</speaker>
      <l n="1175">Oh my good Lords, and vertuous<hi rend="italic">Henry</hi>,</l>
      <l n="1176">Pitty the Citie of London, pitty vs:</l>
      <l n="1177">The Bishop, and the Duke of Glosters men,</l>
      <l n="1178">Forbidden late to carry any Weapon,</l>
      <l n="1179">Haue fill'd their Pockets full of peeble stones;</l>
      <l n="1180">And banding themselues in contrary parts,</l>
      <l n="1181">Doe pelt so fast at one anothers Pate,</l>
      <l n="1182">That many haue their giddy braynes knockt out:</l>
      <l n="1183">Our Windowes are broke downe in euery street,</l>
      <l n="1184">And we, for feare, compell'd to shut our Shops.</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic center" type="entrance">Enter in skirmish with bloody Pates.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-1h6-hn6">
      <speaker rend="italic">King.</speaker>
      <l n="1185">We charge you, on allegeance to our selfe,</l>
      <l n="1186">To hold your slaughtring hands, and keepe the Peace:</l>
      <l n="1187">Pray' Vnckle<hi rend="italic">Gloster</hi>mittigate this strife.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h6-ser.1">
      <speaker rend="italic">1. Seruing.</speaker>
      <p n="1188">Nay, if we be forbidden stones, wee'le fall
      <lb n="1189"/>to it with our Teeth.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h6-ser.2">
      <speaker rend="italic">2. Seruing.</speaker>
      <l n="1190">Doe what ye dare, we are as resolute.</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic center" type="business">Skirmish againe.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-1h6-glo">
      <speaker rend="italic">Glost.</speaker>
      <l n="1191">You of my household, leaue this peeuish broyle,</l>
      <l n="1192">And let this vnaccustom'd fight aside.</l>
   </sp>
   <cb n="2"/>
   <sp who="#F-1h6-ser.3">
      <speaker rend="italic">3. Seru.</speaker>
      <l n="1193">My Lord, we know your Grace to be a man</l>
      <l n="1194">Iust, and vpright; and for your Royall Birth,</l>
      <l n="1195">Inferior to none, but to his Maiestie:</l>
      <l n="1196">And ere that we will suffer such a Prince,</l>
      <l n="1197">So kinde a Father of the Common‑weale,</l>
      <l n="1198">To be disgraced by an Inke‑horne Mate,</l>
      <l n="1199">Wee and our Wiues and Children all will fight,</l>
      <l n="1200">And haue our bodyes slaughtred by thy foes.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h6-ser.1">
      <speaker rend="italic">1. Seru.</speaker>
      <l n="1201">I, and the very parings of our Nayles</l>
      <l n="1202">Shall pitch a Field when we are dead.</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="business">Begin againe.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-1h6-glo">
      <speaker rend="italic">Glost.</speaker>
      <l n="1203">Stay, stay, I say:</l>
      <l n="1204">And if you loue me, as you say you doe,</l>
      <l n="1205">Let me perswade you to forbeare a while.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h6-hn6">
      <speaker rend="italic">King.</speaker>
      <l n="1206">Oh, how this discord doth afflict my Soule.</l>
      <l n="1207">Can you, my Lord of Winchester, behold</l>
      <l n="1208">My sighes and teares, and will not once relent?</l>
      <l n="1209">Who should be pittifull, if you be not?</l>
      <l n="1210">Or who should study to preferre a Peace,</l>
      <l n="1211">If holy Church‑men take delight in broyles?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h6-war">
      <speaker rend="italic">Warw.</speaker>
      <l n="1212">Yeeld my Lord Protector, yeeld<hi rend="italic">Winchester</hi>,</l>
      <l n="1213">Except you meane with obstinate repulse</l>
      <l n="1214">To stay your Soueraigne, and destroy the Realme.</l>
      <l n="1215">You see what Mischiefe, and what Murther too,</l>
      <l n="1216">Hath beene enacted through your enmitie:</l>
      <l n="1217">Then be at peace, except ye thirst for blood.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h6-win">
      <speaker rend="italic">Winch.</speaker>
      <l n="1218">He shall submit, or I will neuer yeeld.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h6-glo">
      <speaker rend="italic">Glost.</speaker>
      <l n="1219">Compassion on the King commands me stoupe,</l>
      <l n="1220">Or I would see his heart out, ere the Priest</l>
      <l n="1221">Should euer get that priuiledge of me.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h6-war">
      <speaker rend="italic">Warw.</speaker>
      <l n="1222">Behold my Lord of Winchester, the Duke</l>
      <l n="1223">Hath banisht moodie discontented fury,</l>
      <l n="1224">As by his smoothed Browes it doth appeare:</l>
      <l n="1225">Why looke you still so sterne, and tragicall?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h6-glo">
      <speaker rend="italic">Glost.</speaker>
      <l n="1226">Here<hi rend="italic">Winchester</hi>, I offer thee my Hand.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h6-hn6">
      <speaker rend="italic">King.</speaker>
      <l n="1227">Fie Vnckle<hi rend="italic">Beauford</hi>, I haue heard you preach,</l>
      <l n="1228">That Mallice was a great and grieuous sinne:</l>
      <l n="1229">And will not you maintaine the thing you teach?</l>
      <l n="1230">But proue a chiefe offendor in the same.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h6-war">
      <speaker rend="italic">Warw.</speaker>
      <l n="1231">Sweet King: the Bishop hath a kindly gyrd:</l>
      <l n="1232">For shame my Lord of Winchester relent;</l>
      <l n="1233">What, shall a Child instruct you what to doe?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h6-win">
      <speaker rend="italic">Winch.</speaker>
      <l n="1234">Well Duke of Gloster, I will yeeld to thee</l>
      <l n="1235">Loue for thy Loue, and Hand for Hand I giue.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h6-glo">
      <speaker rend="italic">Glost.</speaker>
      <l n="1236">I, but I feare me with a hollow Heart.</l>
      <l n="1237">See here my Friends and louing Countreymen,</l>
      <l n="1238">This token serueth for a Flagge of Truce,</l>
      <l n="1239">Betwixt our selues, and all our followers:</l>
      <l n="1240">So helpe me God, as I dissemble not.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h6-win">
      <speaker rend="italic">Winch.</speaker>
      <l n="1241">So helpe me God, as I intend it not.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h6-hn6">
      <speaker rend="italic">King.</speaker>
      <l n="1242">Oh louing Vnckle, kinde Duke of Gloster,</l>
      <l n="1243">How ioyfull am I made by this Contract,</l>
      <l n="1244">Away my Masters, trouble vs no more,</l>
      <l n="1245">But ioyne in friendship, as your Lords haue done.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h6-ser.1">
      <speaker rend="italic">1. Seru.</speaker>
      <l n="1246">Content, Ile to the Surgeons.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h6-ser.2">
      <speaker rend="italic">2. Seru.</speaker>
      <l n="1247">And so will I.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h6-ser.3">
      <speaker rend="italic">3. Seru.</speaker>
      <l n="1248">And I will see what Physick the Tauerne af­
      <lb/>fords.</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exeunt.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-1h6-war">
      <speaker rend="italic">Warw.</speaker>
      <l n="1249">Accept this Scrowle, most gracious Soueraigne,</l>
      <l n="1250">Which in the Right of<hi rend="italic">Richard Plantagenet</hi>,</l>
      <l n="1251">We doe exhibite to your Maiestie.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h6-glo">
      <speaker rend="italic">Glo.</speaker>
      <l n="1252">Well vrg'd, my Lord of Warwick: for sweet Prince,</l>
      <l n="1253">And if your Grace marke euery circumstance,</l>
      <l n="1254">You haue great reason to doe<hi rend="italic">Richard</hi>right,</l>
      <l n="1255">At Eltam Place I told your Maiestie,</l>
   </sp>
   <pb facs="FFimg:axc0463-0.jpg" n="107"/>
   <cb n="1"/>
   <sp who="#F-1h6-hn6">
      <speaker rend="italic">King.</speaker>
      <l n="1256">And those occasions, Vnckle, were of force:</l>
      <l n="1257">Therefore my louing Lords, our pleasure is,</l>
      <l n="1258">That<hi rend="italic">Richard</hi>be restored to his Blood.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h6-war">
      <speaker rend="italic">Warw.</speaker>
      <l n="1259">Let<hi rend="italic">Richard</hi>be restored to his Blood,</l>
      <l n="1260">So shall his Fathers wrongs be recompenc't.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h6-win">
      <speaker rend="italic">Winch.</speaker>
      <l n="1261">As will the rest, so willeth<hi rend="italic">Winchester</hi>.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h6-hn6">
      <speaker rend="italic">King.</speaker>
      <l n="1262">If<hi rend="italic">Richard</hi>will be true, not that all alone,</l>
      <l n="1263">But all the whole Inheritance I giue,</l>
      <l n="1264">That doth belong vnto the House of<hi rend="italic">Yorke</hi>,</l>
      <l n="1265">From whence you spring, by Lineall Descent.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h6-rpl">
      <speaker rend="italic">Rich.</speaker>
      <l n="1266">Thy humble seruant vowes obedience,</l>
      <l n="1267">And humble seruice, till the point of death.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h6-hn6">
      <speaker rend="italic">King.</speaker>
      <l n="1268">Stoope then, and set your Knee against my Foot,</l>
      <l n="1269">And in reguerdon of that dutie done,</l>
      <l n="1270">I gyrt thee with the valiant Sword of<hi rend="italic">Yorke:</hi>
      </l>
      <l n="1271">Rise<hi rend="italic">Richard</hi>, like a true<hi rend="italic">Plantagenet</hi>,</l>
      <l n="1272">And rise created Princely Duke of<hi rend="italic">Yorke</hi>.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h6-rpl">
      <speaker rend="italic">Rich.</speaker>
      <l n="1273">And so thriue<hi rend="italic">Richard</hi>, as thy foes may fall,</l>
      <l n="1274">And as my dutie springs, so perish they,</l>
      <l n="1275">That grudge one thought against your Maiesty.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h6-all">
      <speaker rend="italic">All.</speaker>
      <l n="1276">Welcome high Prince, the mighty Duke of<hi rend="italic">Yorke</hi>.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h6-som">
      <speaker rend="italic">Som.</speaker>
      <l n="1277">Perish base Prince, ignoble Duke of<hi rend="italic">Yorke</hi>.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h6-glo">
      <speaker rend="italic">Glost.</speaker>
      <l n="1278">Now will it best auaile your Maiestie,</l>
      <l n="1279">To crosse the Seas, and to be Crown'd in France:</l>
      <l n="1280">The presence of a King engenders loue</l>
      <l n="1281">Amongst his Subiects, and his loyall Friends,</l>
      <l n="1282">As it dis‑animates his Enemies.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h6-hn6">
      <speaker rend="italic">King.</speaker>
      <l n="1283">When<hi rend="italic">Gloster</hi>sayes the word, King<hi rend="italic">Henry</hi>goes,</l>
      <l n="1284">For friendly counsaile cuts off many Foes.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h6-glo">
      <speaker rend="italic">Glost.</speaker>
      <l n="1285">Your Ships alreadie are in readinesse.</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic centre" type="mixed">Senet. Flourish. Exeunt.</stage>
   <stage rend="italic center" type="business">Manet Exeter.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-1h6-exe">
      <speaker rend="italic">Exet.</speaker>
      <l n="1286">I, we may march in England, or in France,</l>
      <l n="1287">Not seeing what is likely to ensue:</l>
      <l n="1288">This late dissention growne betwixt the Peeres,</l>
      <l n="1289">Burnes vnder fained ashes of forg'd loue,</l>
      <l n="1290">And will at last breake out into a flame,</l>
      <l n="1291">As festred members rot but by degree,</l>
      <l n="1292">Till bones and flesh and sinewes fall away,</l>
      <l n="1293">So will this base and enuious discord breed.</l>
      <l n="1294">And now I feare that fatall Prophecie,</l>
      <l n="1295">Which in the, time of<hi rend="italic">Henry</hi>, nam'd the Fift,</l>
      <l n="1296">Was in the mouth of euery sucking Babe,</l>
      <l n="1297">That<hi rend="italic">Henry</hi>borne at Monmouth should winne all,</l>
      <l n="1298">And<hi rend="italic">Henry</hi>borne at Windsor, loose all:</l>
      <l n="1299">Which is so plaine, that<hi rend="italic">Exeter</hi>doth wish,</l>
      <l n="1300">His dayes may finish, ere that haplesse time.</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exit.</stage>
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