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SCENE IX.-Kenelworth Castle.

had been cleft with a brown bill; and, many a Enter KING HENRY, QUEEN MARGARET, and

time, when I had been dry, and bravely march

ing, it liath served me instead of a quart-pot to SOMERSET, on the Terrace of the Castle.

drink in; and now the word sallet must serve me K. Hen. Was ever king that joy'd an earthly to iced on.

throne, And could command no more content than I?

Enter IDEN, with Servants. No sooner was I crept out of my cradle,

Ilen. Lord, who would live turmoiled in the But I was made a king at nine inonths old :

court, Was never subject long'd to be a king,

And may enjoy such quiet walks as these? As I do long and wish to be a subject.

This small inheritance, my faiber leli me,

Contentetli me, and is worih a monarchy.

I seek not to wax great by others' waning; Bock. Health, and glad tidings, to your majesty! i Or gather wealth. I care not with what envy; K. llen. Why, Buckingham, is the traitor, Cade, Sutliceih, that I have inaintains my state, surprisu?

And sends the poor well pleased from my gate. Or is he bui retir'd to make him strong ?

Caile. Here's the lord of the soil come to seizo

me for a strat, for entering his fee-simple without Enter, below, a great number of' Cade's Follow

leave. Ah, villain, thou wilt betray me, and get ers, with Hullers about their Necks.

a thousand crowns of the king for carrying my Clif. He's thed, my lord, and all his powers do head to him; but I'll make thee eat iron like an yield;

ostrich, and swallow my sword like a great pin And humbly thus, with halters on their necks, ere thou and I part. Expect your highness' doom of life, or death, Iden. Why, rude companion, whatsoe'er thou be, K. Hen. Then, heaven, set opo thy everlasting I know thee not; why then should I betray thee? gates

Is't not enough, to break into my garden, To entertain my vows of thanks and praise ! And, like a thief, to come to rob my grounds, Soldiers, this day have you redeem'd your lives, Climbing my walls in spite of me, the owner, And show'd how well you love your prince and But thou wilt brave me with these saucy terms? country:

Caule. Brave thee? ay, by the best blood that Continue still in this so good a mind,

ever was broached, and beard thee too. Look on And Henry, though he be infortunate,

me well: I have cat no meat these five days; yet, Assure yourselves, will never be unkind :

come thou and thy five men, and if I do not leave And so, with thanks and pardon to you all, you all as dead as a door-nail, I pray God, I may I do dismiss you to your several countries.

never eat grass more. All. God save the king! God save the king! Iden. Nay, let it ne'er be said while England

stands, Enter a Messenger.

That Alexander Iden, an esquire of Kent, Mess. Please it your grace to be advertised, Took odds to combat a poor farish'd man. The duke of York is newly come from Ireland: Oppose thy steadlast-yazing eyes to mine, And with a puissant, and a mighty power,

See if thou canst outface me with thy looks. Oi gallowglasses, and stout kernes,

Set limb to limb, and thou art iar the lesser; Is marching hitherward in proud array;

Thy hand is but a finger to my tist; And still proclaineth, as he comes along,

Thý leg a stick compared with this truncheon; His arms are only to remove from thee

My foot shall fight with all the strength thou hast; The duke of Somerset, whom he terms a traitor. And of mine arm be heaved in the air, K. llen. Thus stands my siate, 'twixt Cade and Thy grave is digged already in the earth. York distress'd:

As for more words, whose greatness answers Like to a ship, that, having 'scaped a tempest,

words, Is straightway calm'd and boarded with a pirate : Let this my sword report what speech forbears. But now is Cade driven back, his men dispers'd; Cade. By my valor, the most complete champion And now is York in arms to second him.

that ever I heard.-Steel, it thou turn the edge, or I pray thee, Buckingham, go forth and meet him; cut not out the burly-boned clown in chines of And ask hin, what's the reason of these arms. beef ere thou sleep in thy sheath, I besprch God Tell him, I'll send duke Edmund to the Tower;- on my knees, thon may'st be turned to hobnails. And, Somerset, we will commit thee thither, (They fight. CADE fulls.' 0, I am slain ! famine, Until his army be dismiss'd from him.

and no other, haih slain me; let ten thousand Som. My lord,

devils come against me, and give me but the icn I'll yield myself to prison willingly,

meals I have lost, and la defy them all. Wither, Or into death, to do iny country good.

garden: and be henceforth a burying-place to all K. Vien. In any case, be not too rough in terms; that dodwell in this house, because the unconquerFor he is fierce, and cannot brook hard language. ed soul of Cade is tled.

Buck. I will, my lord; and doubt not so to deal, Hen. Ist Cade that I have slain, that monstrous As all things should redound unto your good.

traiior! K. Hen. Come, wile, let's in, and learn to govern Sword, I will hallow thee for this thy deed, better;

And hang thee o'er my tomb when I am dead: For yet may England curse my wretched reign.

Ne'er shall this bolood be wiped from thy poml;

(Exeunt. But thou shalt wear it as a herald's coat, SCENE X.-Kent. Iden's Garden.

To emblaze the honor that the master got.

Cale. Iden, farewell; and be proud of thy vicEnter CADE.

tory: Toll kent from me. he hath lost her best Cade. Fye on ambition! fye on myself; that man, and exhort all the world to be cowards; for have a sword, and yet am ready to tamish! These I, that never feared any, am vanquished by famine, five days have I hid me in these woods; and durst not by valor.

Dies. not peep out, for all the country is lay'd for me;

Iden. How much thou wrong'st me, heaven be but now am I so hungry, that if I might have a

my judge. lease of my life for a thousand years, I could stay , Die, damned wretch, the curse of her that bare no longer. Wherefore, on a brick-wall have I

thee! climbed into this garden; to see if I can eat grass, And as I thrust thy body in with my sword, or pick a sallet another while, which is not amiss So wish I, I might thrust thy soul to hell. to cool a man's stomach this hot weather. And, I Hence will I drag thee headlong by the heels think, this word sallet was born to do me good : Unto a dunghill, which shall be thy grave, for, many a time, but for a sallet,a my brain-pan And there cut off thy most ungracious head;

Which I will bear in triumph to the king, 9 Two orders of foot soldiers among the Irish.

eaving thy trunk for crows to feed upon. : Only just now. A kind of helmet.

[Exit, dragging out the Body

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SCENE I.--Near Saint Alban's.

May pass into the presence of a king, The King's Camp on one side. On the other, enter Lo, I present your grace a traitor's head,

York attended, with Drum and Colors : his For The head of Cace, whom I in combat slew. ces at some distance.

k. Hen. The lead of Cade?-Great God, how

just art thou ! York. From Ireland thus comes York, to claim o, let me view his visage being dead, his right,

That living wrought me such exceeding trouble. And pluck the crown from feeble Henry's head: Ring, bells, aloud; burn, bontires, clear and bright, Tell me, my friend, art thcu ile man that slew

? To entertain great England's lawful king.

Iden. I was, an't like your majesty. Ah aaneta mojestas.' who would not buy thee dear?

K. Hen. How art thou call'd? and what is thy Let thern obey, that know not how to rule!

degree? This hand was made to handle nought but gold:

Iden. Alexander Iden, that's niy name; I cannot give due action to my words,

A poor esquire of Kent, that loves his king. Except a sword, or sceptre, balance it.

Buck. So please it you, my lord, 'tuere not A sceptre sball it have, have I a soul;

amiss On which I'll toss the flower-de-luce of France.

He were created knight for his good service, Enter BUCKINGHAM.

K. Hen. Iden, kneel down; (He kneels.] Rise Whom have we here? Buckingham, to disturb me.

up a knight. The king hath sent him, sure; I must dissemble. We give thee for reward a thousand marks; Buch. York, if thou meanest well, I greet thee And will, that thou henceforth attend on us. well.

Iden. May Iden live to merit such a bounty, York. Humphrey of Buckingham, I accept thy And never live but true unto his liege! greeting.

K. Hen. See, Buckingham! Somerset comes with Art thou a messenger, or come of pleasure?

the queen ; Buck. A messenger from Henry, our dread liege, Go, bid her hide him quickly from the duke. To know the reason of these arms in peace;

Enter QUEEN MARHANET and SONERSET. Or why, thou-being a subject as I am-

Q. Mar. For thousand Yorks he shall not hide Against thy oath and true allegiance sworn,

his head, Shouldst raise so great a power without his leave, But boldly stand, and front him to his face. Or dare to bring thy force so near the court.

York. Now now! Is Somerset at liberty? Yurk. Scarce can I speak, my choler is

Then, York, unloose thy long-imprison'd ihoughts, so great,

And let thy tongue be cqual with thy heart. 0, I could hew up rocks, and tight with

Shall I endure the sight of Somerset ?tlint,

False king! why hast thou broken faith with me, I am so angry at these abject terms; And now, like Ajax Telamonius,

Knowing how hardly I can brook abuse?

King did I call thee? no, thou art not king;
On sheep or oxen could I spend my fury! Aside. Not fit to govern and rule multitudes,
I am far better born than is the king;

Which dar'st not, no, nor canst not rule a traitor. More like a king, more kingly in my

That head of thine doth not become a crown; thoughts:

Thy hand is made to grasp a palıner's statł, But I must make fair weather yet a while,

And not to grace an awful princely sceptre. Till Henry be more weak, and I more

That gold must round engirt these brows of' mine; strong

Whose smile and frown, like to Achilles' spear, O Buckingham, I pr’ythee, pardon me,

Is able with the change to kill and cure.
That I have given no answer all this while; Here is a hand to hold a sceptre up,
My mind was troubled with deep melancholy. And with the same to act controlling laws.
The cause why I have brought this army hither,

Give place; by heaven, thou shalt rule no more Is-to renove proud Somerset from the king,

O'er him, whom heaven created for thy ruler. Seditious to his grace, and to the state.

Som. O monstrous traitor!-I arrest thee, York, Buck. That is too much presumption on thy of capital treason 'gainst the king and crown: part:

Obey, audacious traitor; kneel for grace. But if thy arms be to no other end,

York. Wouldst have me kneel? first let me ask The king hath yielded unto thy demand;

of these, The duke of Somerset is in the Tower.

If they can brook I bow a knee to man.York. Upon thine honor, is he prisoner ?

Sirrah, call in my sons to be my bail. Buck. Upon mine honor, he is prisoner.

[Exit an Attendant. York. Then Buckingham, I do dismiss my I know, ere they will have me go to ward,» powers.

They'll pawn their swords for my enfranchiseSoldiers, I thank you all; disperse yourselves;

ment. Meet me to-morrow in Saint George's field,

Q. Mar. Call hither Clifford; bid him come You shall have pay, and every thing you wish.

amain, And let my sovereign, virtuous Henry,

To say, if that the bastard boys of York Command my eldest son,-nay, all my sons, Shall be the surety for their traitor father. As pledges of my tealty and love,

York. O blood-bespotted Neapolitan, I'll send them all as willing as I live;

Outcast of Naples, England's bloody scourge! Lands, goods, horse, armor, any thing I have The sons of York, thy betters in their birth, Is his to use, so Somerset may die.

Shall be their father's bail; and bane to those
Buck. York, I commend this kind submission:
We twain will go into his highness' tent.

That for my surcty will refuse the boys.
Enter King Henry, attended.

Enter EDWARD and RICHARD PLANTAGENET, with K. Hen. Buckingham, doth York intend no harm

Forces, on one side; at the other, with Forces

also, old CLIFFORD, and his Son. That thus he marcheth with thee arm in arm? See, where they come; I'll warrant they'll make York. In all submission and humility,

it good. York doth present himself unto your highness. Q. Mar. And here comes Clifford, to deny their K. Hin. Then what intend these forces thou dost

bail. bring?

Clif. Health and all happiness to my lord the York. To heave the traitor Somerset from hence;


[Kneels. And fight against that monstrous rebel, Cade, York. I thank thee, Clifford: Say, what news Who since I heard to be discomtited.

with thec? Enter IdEx, with CADE's Head.

Nay, do not fright us with an angry look: Iden. If one so rude, and of' so mean condition,

• Custody, confinement.

to us,

We are thy sovereign, Clifford, kneel again; Than any thou canst conjure up to-day;
For thy mistaking so, we pardon thee.

And that I'll write upon thy burgonet,
Clif. This is my king, York, I do not mistake; Might I but know thee by thy household badge.
But thou mistak'st me much, to think I do :-

Wur. Now, by my taiher's badge, old Nevil's To Bedlam with him! is the man grown mad?

crest, K. Hen. Ay, Clitord; a bedlam and ambitious The rampant bear chain'd to the ragged staff, humor

This day I'll wear aloit my burgonet, Makes him oppose himself against his king. (As on a mountain-iop the cedar shows,

Clif. He is a traitor; let him to the Tower, That keeps his leaves in spite of any storm,) And chop away that tactious pate of his.

Even to attrighi thee with the view ihereof. Q. Mar. He is arrested, but will not obey;

Clif. And from thy burgonet l'il rend thy bear, His sons, he says, shall give their words for him. And tread it under foot with all contempt, York. Will you not, sons?

Despite the bear-ward that protects the bear. Ew. Ay, noble father, if our words will serve. Yi Clit. Aud so to arms, victorious father, Rich. And it' words will not, then our weapons To quell the rebels, and their complices. shall.

Rich. Fie! charity, for shame! speak not in spite, Clif. Why, what a brood of traitors have we For you shall sup with Jesus Christ to-nicht. here!

Y. Clif. Foul stigmatic,: that's more than thou York. Look in a glass, and call thy image so;

canst tell. I am thy king, and thou a false-heart traitor.- Rich. If not in heaven, you'll surely sup in hell. Call hither to the stake my two brave bears,

[Excuni severully. That, with the very shaking of their chains, They may astonish these fell lurking curs;

SCENE II.-Saint Alban's. Bid Salisbury, and Warwick, come to me.

Alarums: Excursions. Enter WARWICK. Drums. Enter WARWICK and SALISBURY, with

War. Clifford of Cumberland, 'tis Warwick calls! Forces.

And it thou dost not hide thee from the bear,

Now,--when the angry trumpet sounds alarm, Clif: Are these thy bears ? we'll bait thy bears

And dead men's cries do fill the empty air,to death,

Clifford, I say, come forth and light with me! And manacle the bear-wards in their chains,

Proud northern lord, Clitlord of Cumberland, It thou dar'st bring them to the baiting-place.

Warwick is hoarse with calling thee to arms. Rich. ont have I scen a hot o'erweening cur Run back and bite, because he was withheld;

Enter York. Who, being sutler'd with the bear's fell paw, How now, my noble lord? what, all a-foot ? Hath clapp'd his tail between his legs, and cry'd: York. The deadly-handed Chiflord slew my steed; And such a piece of service will you do,

But match to march I have encounter'd hun, Il you oppose yourselves to match lord Warwich.

And made a prey for carrion hites and crows, Ciif. Hence, heap of wrath, toul indigested lump, ! Even of the bonny beast he lov'd so well. As crooked in thy manners as thy shape! Yurk. Nay, we shall heat you thoroughly anon.

Enter CLIFFORD. Ciif. Take heed, lest by your heat you burn War. Of one or both ot'us the time is come. yourselves.

York. Hold, Warwick, seek thee out some other K. Hen. Why, Warwick, hath thy knee forgot

chase, to bow?

For I myself must hunt this deer to death. Old Salisbury,-shame to thy silver hair,

War. Then, nobly, York; 'tis for a crown thou Thou mad misleader of thy brain-sick son!

fight'st.What, wilt thou on thy death-bed play the rullian, As I intend, Climord, to thrive to-day, And seek for sorrow with thy spectacles ?

It grieves my soul to leave thee unassail'd. 0, where is taith? 0, where is loyalty ?

[Eail WARWICK. If it be banish'd from the frosty head.

Clif. What seest thou in me, York? why dost Where shall it find a harbor in the earth ?

thou pause ? Wilt thou go dig a grave to find out war,

York. With thy brave bearing should I be in love, And shame thine honorable age with blood ? But that thou art so fast mine enemy. Why art thou old, and want'st experience ?

Clif. Nor should thy prowess want praise and Or wherefore dost abuse it, if thou hast it?

esteem, For shaine! in duty bend thy knee to me,

But that 'lis shown ignobly and in treason. That bows unto ihe grave with mickle age.

York. So let it help me now against thy sword, Sal. My lord, I have consider'd with myself As I in justice and true right express it! The title of this most renowned duke ;

Clif: My soul and body on the action both! And in my conscience do repute bis grace

York. A dreadful lay! address thee instantly, The rightiul heir to England's royal seat.

[They fight, and CLIFFORD juils. ki lien. Hast thou not sworn allegiance unto Clif. La fin couronne les aluvres.

(Dies. me?

York. Thus war hath given thee peace, for thou Sal. I have.

art still. K. Hen. Canst thou dispense with heaven for Peace with his soul, Heaven, if it be thy will!, such an oath?

[Erit. Sal. It is great sin, to swear unto a sin; But greater sin, to keep a sinful oath.

Enter Young CLIFFORD. Who can be bound by any solemn vow

Y. Clif. Shame and confusion! all is on the rout! To do a murderous deed, to rob a man,

Fear trames disorder, and disorder wounds To force a spotless virgin's chastity,

Where it should guard. () war, thou son of hell To reave the orphan oi' his patrimony;

Whom angry heavens do make their minister, To wring the villow from her custom'd right; Throw in the frozen bosoms of our part And have no other reason for this wrong,

Hot coals of vengeance;-Let no soldier ily: But that he was bound by a solemn oath?

He that is truly dedicate to war, Q. Mar. A subtle traitor needs no sophister. Hath no self-love; nor he that loves himself, k. llen. Call Buckingham, and bid him arm Hath not essentially, but by circumstance, himselt

The name of valor.-0, let the vile world end, York. Call Buckingham, and all the friends thou

[Seeing his dead Futher. hast,

And the premisedo flames of the last day I am resolvid for death or dignity.

Knit earth and heaven together! Clif. The first I warrant thee, if dreams prove Now let the general trumpet blow his blast, true.

Particularities and petty sounds War. You were best to go to bed, and dream To cease!-Wast thou ordain'd, dear father, again,

6 Helmet. To keep thee from the tempest of the field. Clif: I am resolv'd to bear a greater storm,

* One on whom nature has set a mark of deformity, a

stigma. • The Sevils, earls of Warwick, had a bear and ragged # A dreadful wager, a tremendous stake. staff for their cresi.

• Bear-keeper.

> Sent before their time.

To lose thy youth in peace, and to achieve Reigns in the hearts of all our present parts. The silver livery or advised age;

Away, for your relief! and we will live And in thy reverence, and thy chair-days, thus To see their day, and them our fortune give: To die in ruffian battle?-Even at this sight, Away, my lord, away!

[Exeunt. My heart is turn'd to stone; and, while 'tis mine, It shall be stony. York not our old men spares;

SCENE III.-Fields near Saint Alban's. No more will I their babes: tears virginal

Alarum: Retreat. Flourish; then enter YORK, Shall be to me even as the dew to fire;

RICHARD PLANTAGENET, WARWICK, and Soldiers, And beauty, that the tyrant oft reclaims,

with Drum and Colors. Shall to my flaming wrath be oil and fax.

York. Of Salisbury, who can report of him; Henceforth, I will not have to do with pity: That winter lion, who, in rage, forgets Meet I an infant of the house of York,

Aged contusions and all brush of time;2 Into as many gobbets will I cut it,

And, like a gallant in the brow of youth,3 As wild Medea young Absyrtus did:

Repairs him with occasion ? this happy day In cruelty will I seck out my fame.

Is not itself, nor have we won one foot, Come, thou new ruin of old Clifford's house;

If Salisbury be lost. [Taking up the Body. Rich.

My noble father, As did Æneas old Anchises bear,

Three times to-day I holp him to his horse, So bear I thee upon my manly shoulders;

Three times bestrid him, thrice I led him off, But then Eneas bare a living load,

Persuaded him from any further act: Nothing so heavy as these woes of mine. [Exit. But still, where danger was, still there I met him; Enter RICHARD PLANTAGENET and SOMERSET, fight- and like rich hangings in a homely house, ing, and SOMERSET is killed.

So was his will in his old feeble body. Rich. So, lie thou there;-.

But, noble as he is, look, where he comes. For, underneath an alehouse' paltry sign,

Enter SALISBURY. The Castle in Saint Alban's, Somerset

Sal. Now, by my sword, well hast thou fought Hath made the wizard famous in his death.

to-day; Sword, hold thy temper: heart, be wrathful still: By the mass, so did we all.- I thank you, Richard, Priests pray for enemies, but princes kill. (Exit. God knows, how long it is I have to live;

And it hath pleas'd him, that three times to-day Alrums : Excursions. Enter KING HENRY, QUEEN You have defended me from imminent death MARGARET, and others, retreating.

Well, lords, we have not got that which we have: Q. Mar. Away, my lord! you are slow; for 'Tis not enough our foes are this time fled, shame, away!

Being opposites of such repairing nature.5 K. Hen. Can we outrun the heavens? good Mar- York. I know, our safety is to follow them; garet, stay.

For, as I hear, the king is fled to London, Q. Mar.

Vhat are you made of? you'll not fight, To call a present court of parliament. nor fly:

Let us pursue him, ere the writs go forth : Now is it manhood, wisdom, and defence,

What says lord Warwick ? shall we after them? To give the enemy way: and to secure us

War. After them! nay, before them, if we can. By what we can, which can no more but fly. Now by my faith, lords, 'twas a glorious day:

(Alarum afar off Saint Alban's battle, won by famous York, If you be ta’en, we then should see the bottom Shall be eterniz'd in all age to come.Orall our fortunes: but if we haply 'scape, Sound, drums and trumpets :--and to London (As well we may, if not through your neglect,)

all: We shall to London get; where you are lov'd; And more such days as these to us befall ! And where this breach, now in our fortunes made,

[Exeunt. May readily be stopp'd.

1 For parties. a i. e. The gradual detrition of time. Enter Young CLIFFORD.

s i.e. The height of youth; the brow of a hill is its sum

mit. Y. Clif. But that my heart's on future mischief set, • i. e. We have not secured that which we have acquired. I would speak blasphemy ere bid you fly;

si. e. Being enemies that are likely so soon to rally and But My you must; uncurable discomfit

recover themselves from this defeat.






Sir JohX MORTIMER, Uncles to the Duke of EDWARD, Prince of Wales, his Son.


York. LEWIS THE ELEVENTH, king of France.





Henry's side.


Mayor of York. LORD CLIFTORD,

Lieutenant of the Tower. RICHARD PLANTAGENET, Duke of York.

A Nobleman. EDWARD, Eurl of March, ofterwards

Two Keepers. King Edward the Fourth,

A Huntsman. EDMCSD, Eurl of Rutland,

his Sons. A Son that has killed his Father. GEORGE, Wieruurils Duke of Clarence,

A Father that has killed his Son.
RICHARD, aficrwurde Duke of Gloster,


LADY GREY, afterwards Queen to Edward the EARL OF WARWICK, of the Dirke of York's Fourth. EARL OF PEMBROKE,


Bona, sister to the French Queen.

Soldiers, and other Attendants on King Henry and HENRY, Eurl of Richmond, a Youth.

King Edward, Messengers, Watchmen, 9.c. SCENE, during part of the third act, in France; during all the rest of the play, in England.


SCENE I.-London. The Parliament House. Norf. Such hope have all the line of John of

Gaunt! Drums. Some Soldiers of York's party break in.

Rich. Thus do I hope to shake king Henry's Then enter the DUKE OF YORK, EDWARD, RICH

head. ARD, NORFOLK, MONTAGUE, WARWICK, and others,

War. And so do 1.- Victorious prince of York, with white Roses in their Hats.

Before I see thee seated in that throne War. I wonder how the king escared our hands. Which now the house of Lancaster usurps, York. While we pursued the horsemen of the I vow by heaven, these eyes shall never close. north,

This is ihe palace of the learful king, He slily stole away, and left his men:

And this the regal scat: possess it, York: Whereat the great lord of Northumberland, For this is thine, and not king Henry's heirs'. Whose warlike ears could never brook retrcat, York. Assist me then, sweet Warwick, and 1 Cheerd up the drooping army; and himseli,

will; Lord Clifford, and lord Stallord, all a-breast, For hither we have broken in by force. Charged our main batile's front, and, breaking in, Norf: We'll all assist you; he ihat flies, shall die. Were by the stvords of common soldiers slain. York. Thanks, gentle Norfolk,-Stay by me, my Erlw. Lord Siallord's father, duke of Bucking


And, soldiers, stay, and lodge by me this night. Is either slain, or wounded dangerous:

War. And, when the king comes, other him no I clent his beaver with a downright blow;

violence, That this is true, father, behold his blood.

Unless he seek to thrust you out by force. [ Showing his bloody Swora.

They retire. Mont. And, brother, here's the earl of Wili- York. The queen, this day, here holds her parshire's blood, [ To YORK, showing his.

liament, Whom I encounter'd as the batiles join'd.

But little thinks we shall be of her council: Rich. Speakithou for me, and tell them what I did. By words, or blows, here let us win our right. [Throwing down the DUKE OF SOMERSET's llcad. Rich. Arm'das we are, let's stay within this house.

Yurh. Richard hath best deservidof all my sons.- War. The bloody parliament'shall this be call’d, What, is your grace dcad, my lord of Somerset ? Unless Plantagenei, duke of York, be king:


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