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War. Plantagenet shall speak first :-hear him, lords; And be you silent and attentive too, For he, that interrupts himn, shall not live. [throne,
K. Hen. Think'st thou, that I will leave my kingly Wherein my grandsire, and my father, sat?. No: first shall war nnpeople this my
realm; Ay, and their colours-often borne in France; And now in England, to our heart's great sorrow,Shall be my winding-sheet.-Why faint you, lords? My title's good, and better far than his. War. But prove it, Henry, and thou shalt be king. K. Hen. Henry the fourth by conquest got the crown. York. 'Twas by rebellion against his king.
K. Hen. I know not what to say; my title's weak. Tell me, may not a king adopt an heir?
York. What then;
K. Hen. An if he may, then am I lawful king:
York. He rose against him, being his sovereign,
War. Suppose, my lords, he did it anconstrain'd, Think you, 'twere prejudicial to his crown?
Exe. No; for be could not so resign his crown,
K. Hen. Art thou against us, duke of Exeter?
War. Depos'd he shall be, in despite of all.
North. Thou art deceiv'd: 'tis not thy southern power,
Cliff. King Henry, be thy title right or wrong,
May that ground gape, and swallow me alive,
K. Hen. O Clifford, how thy words revive my heart !
War. Doʻright unto this princely duke of York ;
ир. his title with usurping blood.
(He Stamps, and the Soldiers show themselves. K. Hen. My lord of Warwick, hear me but one word ;Let
me, for this my life-time, reign as king. York. Confirm the crown to me, and to mine heirs, And thou shalt reign in quiet while thou liv'st.
K. Hen. I am content: Richard Plantagenet,
Cliff. What wrong is this unto the prince your son?
these news. West. Farewell, faint-hearted and degenerate king, In whose cold blood no spark of honour bides.
North. Be thou a prey unto the house of York, And die in bands for this unmanly deed!
Cliff. In dreadful war may'st thou be overcome! Or live in peace, abandon'd, and despis'd!
[Exeunt North. Cliff. and West. War. Turn this way, Henry, and regard them not. Exe. They seek revenge, and therefore will not yield. K. Hen. Ah, Exeter! War.
Why should you sigh, my lord ? K. Hen. Not for myself, lord Warwick, but my son, Whom I unnaturally shall disinherit. But, be it as it may :-I here entail The crown to thee, and to thine heirs for ever; Conditionally, that here thou take an oath To cease this civil war, and, whilst I live,
To honour me as thy king and sovereign;
[Coming from the Throne. War. Long live king Henry!-Plantagenet embrace him.
[sons ! K. Hen. And long live thou, and these thy forward York. Now York and Lancaster are reconcil'd. Exe. Accurs'd be he, that seeks to make them foes !
[Senet. The Lords come forward. York. Farewell, my gracious lord; I'll to my castle. War. And I'll keep London, with my soldiers. Norf. And I to Norfolk, with my followers. Mont. And I onto the sea, from whence I came. (Exeunt York and his Sons, Warwick, Norfolk,
Montague, Soldiers, and Attendants. K. Hen. And I, with grief and sorrow, to the court. Enter Queen MARGARET and the PRINCE of WALES. Exe. Here comes the queen, whose looks bewray her
[anger: K. Hen. Exeter, so will I.
(Going. Q. Mar. Nay, go not from me, I will follow thee. K. Hen. Be patient, gentlo queen, and I will stay. Q. Mar. Who can be patient in such extremes. Ah, wretched man! would I had died a maid, And never seen thee, never borne thee son, Seeing thou hast prov'd so unnatural a father! Hath he deserv'd to lose his birthright thus? Hadst thou but lov'd bim half so well as I; Or felt that pain which I did for him once; Or nourish'd him, as I did with my blood; Thou wouldst have left thy dearest heart-blood there, Rather than made that savage duke thine heir, And disinberited thine only son.
Prince. Father, you cannot disinherit me: If you be king, why should not I succeed? [son :
K.Hen. Pardon me, Margaret ;-pardon me, sweet The earl of Warwick, and the duke, enforc'd me.
I'll steal away.
Q. Mur. Enforc'd thee! art thou king, and wilt be
away: Our army's ready; come, we'll after them.
K. Hen. Stay, gentle Margaret, and hear me speak. Q. Mar. Thou hast spoke too much already; get thee
gone. K. Hen. Gentle son Edward, thou wilt stay with me? Q. Mar. Ay, to be murder'd by his enemies. Prince. When I return with victory from the field, I'll see your grace: till then, I'll follow her. Q. Mar. Come, son, away; we may not linger thus,
[Exeunt Queen Margaret and the Prince. K. Hen. Poor queen! how love to me, and to her son, Hath made her break out into terms of rage! Reveng'd may she be on that hateful duke;
Whose haughty spirit, winged with desire,
Exe. And I, I hope, shall reconcile them all. [Exeunt.
WAKEFIELD, in YORKSHIRE.
Edw. No quarrel, but a slight contention.
Rich. About that which concerns your grace and us;
York. Mine, boy? not till king Henry be dead.
Edw. Now you are heir, therefore enjoy it now:
York. I took an oath, that he should quietly reign.
Edw. But, for a kingdom, any oath may be broken :
Rich. No; God forbid, your grace should be forsworo.
Rich. An oath is of no moment, being not took
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