Oppose thy steadfast-gazing eyes to mine, Thy leg a stick compared with this truncheon; Iden. Is 't Cade that I have slain, that monstrous traitor? Sword, I will hallow thee for this thy deed, Cade. Iden, farewell, and be proud of thy victory. Tell Kent from me, she hath lost her best man, and exhort all the world to be, cowards; for I, that never feared any, am vanquished by famine, not by valour. [Dies. Iden. How much thou wrong'st me, heaven be my judge. Die, damned wretch, the curse of her that bare thee; [Exit. ACT York. From Ireland thus comes York to claim his right, And pluck the crown from feeble Henry's head: Ah! sancta majestas, who would not buy thee dear? On which I'll toss the flower-de-luce of France. Enter Buckingham. Whom have we here? Buckingham, to disturb me? The king hath sent him, sure: I must dissemble. Buck. York, if thou meanest well, I greet thee well. [greeting. York. Humphrey of Buckingham, I accept thy Art thou a messenger, or come of pleasure? Buck. A messenger from Henry, our dread liege, On sheep or oxen could I spend iny fury. Buck. That is too much presumption on thy part: | V. York. Upon thine honour, is he prisoner? Buck. Upon mine honour, he is prisoner. York. Then, Buckingham, I do dismiss my powers. Soldiers, I thank you all; disperse yourselves; Meet me to-morrow in Saint George's field, You shall have pay and every thing you wish. And let my sovereign, virtuous Henry, Command my eldest son, nay, all my sons, As pledges of my fealty and love; I'll send them all as willing as I live: Lands, goods, horse, armour, any thing I have, Is his to use, so Somerset may die. Buck. York, I commend this kind submission: We twain will go into his highness' tent. Enter King and Attendants. King. Buckingham, doth York intend no harm to That thus he marcheth with thee arm in arm? [us, York. In all submission and humility York doth present himself unto your highness. King. Then what intends these forces thou dost bring? York. To heave the traitor Somerset from hence, And fight against that monstrous rebel Cade, Who since I heard to be discomfited. Enter Iden, with Cade's head. Iden. If one so rude and of so mean condition May pass into the presence of a king, Lo, I present your grace a traitor's head, The head of Cade, whom I in combat slew. King. The head of Cade! Great God, how just O, let me view his visage, being dead, [art Thou! That living wrought me such exceeding trouble. Tell me, my friend, art thou the man that slew him? Iden. I was, an 't like your majesty. King. How art thou call'd? and what is thy deIden. Alexander Iden, that's my name; [gree? A poor esquire of Kent, that loves his king. Buck. So please it you, my lord, 't were not amiss He were created knight for his good service. King. Iden, kneel down. [He kneels.] Rise up a We give thee for reward a thousand marks, [knight. And will that thou henceforth attend on us. Iden. May Iden live to merit such a bounty, And never live but true unto his liege! [Rises. Enter Queen and Somerset. King. See, Buckingham, Somerset comes with the Go, bid her hide him quickly from the duke. [queen: Queen. For thousand Yorks he shall not hide his False king! why hast thou broken faith with me, York. Wouldst have me kneel? first let me ask [Exit Attendant. Enter Edward and Richard. And manacle the bear-ward in their chains, If you oppose yourselves to match Lord Warwick. York. Nay, we shall heat you thoroughly anon. King. Why, Warwick, hath thy knee forgot to What, wilt thou on thy death-bed play the ruffian, Sal. My lord, I have consider'd with myself See where they come: I'll warrant they 'll make it And have no other reason for this wrong Enter old Clifford and his Son. Clif. This is my king, York, I do not mistake; Makes him oppose himself against his king. Edw. Ay, noble fatlier, if our words will serve. shall. Clif. Why, what a brood of traitors have we here! Enter the Earls of Warwick and Salisbury. But that he was bound by a solemn oath? [hast, Clif. The first I warrant thee, if dreams prove true. Clif. I am resolved to bear a greater storm Clif. And from thy burgonet I'll rend thy bear Y. Clif. And so to arms, victorious father, Rich. Fie! charity, for shame! speak not in spite, Rich. If not in heaven, you'll surely sup in hell. SCENE II. Saint Alban's. Alarums to the battle. Enter Warwick. Now, when the angry trumpet sounds alarum How now, my noble lord! what, all afoot? Enter old Clifford. War. Of one or both of us the time is come. chase, Enter Richard and Somerset to fight. Somerset is killed. Rich. So, lie thou there; For underneath an alehouse' paltry sign, Fight: excursions. Enter King, Queen, and others. King. Can we outrun the heavens? good Margaret, stay. Queen. What are you made of? you'll nor fight Now is it manhood, wisdom and defence, [nor fly: To give the enemy way, and to secure us War. Then, nobly, York; 't is for a crown thou By what we can, which can no more but fly. fight'st. For I myself must hunt this deer to death. As I intend, Clifford, to thrive to-day, It grieves my soul to leave thee unassail'd. [Exit. Člif. What seest thou in me, York? why dost thou pause? York. With thy brave bearing should I be in love, But that thou art so fast mine enemy. Clif. Nor should thy prowess want praise and esteem, But that 't is shown ignobly and in treason. York. So let it help me now against thy sword As I in justice and true right express it. Clif. My soul and body on the action both! York. A dreadful lay! Address thee instantly. [They fight, and Clifford falls. Clif. La fin couronne les œuvres. [Dies. York. Thus war hath given thee peace, for thou art still. Peace with his soul, heaven, if it be thy will! [Exit. Enter young Clifford. Y. Clif. Shame and confusion! all is on the rout; Hot coals of vengeance! Let no soldier fly. Hath no self-love, nor he that loves himself [Alarum afar off. Retreat. Enter York, Richard, War- Rich. My noble father, Three times to-day I holp him to his horse, [Seeing his dead father. Three times bestrid him; thrice I led him off, O, let the vile world end, Now let the general trumpet blow his blast, To cease! Wast thou ordain'd, dear father, And, in thy reverence and thy chair-days, thus Persuaded him from any further act: But still, where danger was, still there I met him; So was his will in his old feeble body. Enter Salisbury. Sal. Now, by my sword, well hast thou fought By the mass, so did we all. I thank you, Richard: And it hath pleased him that three times to-day York. I know our safety is to follow them; Come, thou new ruin of old Clifford's house: [north, SCENE I.-London. The Parliament-house. Alarum. Enter the Duke of York, Edward, Richard, Norfolk, Montague, Warwick, and Soldiers. War. I wonder how the king escaped our hands. York. While we pursued the horsemen of the He slily stole away and left his men: Whereat the great Lord of Northumberland, Whose warlike ears could never brook retreat, Cheer'd up the drooping army; and himself, Lord Clifford and Lord Stafford, all abreast, Charged our main battle's front, and breaking in Were by the swords of common soldiers slain. Edw. Lord Stafford's father, Duke of BuckingIs either slain or wounded dangerously; [ham, I cleft his beaver with a downright blow: That this is true, father, behold his blood. [blood, Mont. And, brother, here's the Earl of Wiltshire's Whom I encounter'd as the battles join'd. Rich. Speak thou for me and tell them what I did. [Throwing down the Duke of Somerset's head. York. Richard hath best deserved of all my sons. But is your grace dead, my Lord of Somerseť? Norf. Such hope have all the line of John of Gaunt! Rich. Thus do I hope to shake King Henry's head. War. And so do I. Victorious Prince of York, Before I see thee seated in that throne Which now the house of Lancaster usurps, I vow by heaven these eyes shall never close. This is the palace of the fearful king, And this the regal seat: possess it, York; For this is thine and not King Henry's heirs'. York. Assist me, then, sweet Warwick, and I will; For hither we have broken in by force. I. Norf. We'll all assist you; he that flies shall die. York. Thanks, gentle Norfolk: stay by me, my lords; And, soldiers, stay and lodge by me this night. [They go up. War. And when the king comes, offer him no violence, Unless he seek to thrust you out perforce. [ment, York. Then leave me not, my lords; be resolute; On him, his sons, his favourites and his friends. North. If I be not, heavens be revenged on me! Clif. The hope thereof makes Clifford mourn in steel. [down: West. What, shall we suffer this? let 's pluck him My heart for anger burns; I cannot brook it. K. Hen. Be patient, gentle Earl of Westmoreland. Clif. Patience is for poltroons, such as he: He durst not sit there, had your father lived. My gracious lord, here in the parliament Let us assail the family of York. North. Well hast thou spoken, cousin: be it so. K. Hen. Ah, know you not the city favours them, And they have troops of soldiers at their beck? Exe. But when the duke is slain, they 'll quickly fly. [heart, K. Hen. Far be the thought of this from Henry's To make a shambles of the parliament-house! Cousin of Exeter, frowns, words and threats Shall be the war that Henry means to use. Thou factious Duke of York, descend my throne, And kneel for grace and mercy at my feet; I am thy sovereign. York. I am thine. [of York. Exe. For shame, come down: he made thee Duke York. 'T was my inheritance, as the earldom was. Exe. Thy father was a traitor to the crown. War. Exeter, thou art a traitor to the crown In following this usurping Henry. Clif. Whom should he follow but his natural king? War. True, Clifford; and that's Richard Duke of York. [throne? K. Hen. And shall I stand, and thou sit in my York. It must and shall be so: content thyself. War. Be Duke of Lancaster; let him be king. West. He is both king and Duke of Lancaster; And that the Lord of Westmoreland shall maintain. War. And Warwick shall disprove it. You forget That we are those which chased you from the field And slew your fathers, and with colours spread March'd through the city to the palace gates. North. Yes, Warwick, I remember it to my grief; And, by his soul, thou and thy house shall rue it. West. Plantagenet, of thee and these thy sons, Thy kinsmen and thy friends, I'll have more lives Than drops of blood were in my father's veins. Clif. Urge it no more; lest that, instead of words, I send thee, Warwick, such a messenger As shall revenge his death before I stir. [threats! War. Poor Clifford! how I scorn his worthless York. Will you we show our title to the crown? If not, our swords shall plead it in the field. K. Hen. What title hast thou, traitor, to the crown? Thy father was, as thou art, Duke of York; Who made the Dauphin and the French to stoop War. Talk not of France, sith thou hast lost it all. K. Hen. The lord protector lost it, and not I: When I was crown'd I was but nine months old. Rich. You are old enough now, and yet, methinks, you lose. Father, tear the crown from the usurper's head. Edw. Sweet father, do so; set it on your head. Mont. Good brother, as thou lovest and honourest arms, Let's fight it out and not stand cavilling thus. Rich. Sound drums and trumpets, and the king York. Sons, peace! [will fly. K. Hen. Peace, thou! and give King Henry leave to speak. lords; War. Plantagenet shall speak first: hear him, And be you silent and attentive too, For he that interrupts him 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 unpeople this my realm; War. Prove it, Henry, and thou shalt be king. crown. York. "T was by rebellion against his king. Tell me, may not a king adopt an heir? K. Hen. An if he may, then am I lawful king; York. He rose against him, being his sovereign, And made him to resign his crown perforce. War. Suppose, my lords, he did it unconstrain`d, Think you 't were prejudicial to his crown? Exe. No; for he could not so resign his crown But that the next heir should succeed and reign. K. Hen. Art thou against us, Duke of Exeter? Exe. His is the right, and therefore pardon me. York. Why whisper you, my lords, and answer not? Ece. My conscience tells me he is lawful king. K. Hen. [Aside] All will revolt from me, and turn to him. North. Plantagenet, for all the claim thou lay 'st, Think not that Henry shall be so deposed. War. Deposed he shall be, in despite of all. North. Thou art deceived: 't is not thy southern power, Of Essex, Norfolk, Suffolk, nor of Kent, Clif. King Henry, be thy title right or wrong, York. Henry of Lancaster, resign thy crown. What mutter you, or what conspire you, lords? War. Do right unto this princely Duke of York, Or I will fill the house with armed men, And over the chair of state, where now he sits, Write up his title with usurping blood. [He stamps with his foot, and the Soldiers show themselves. K. Hen. My Lord of Warwick, hear me but one Let me for this my life-time reign as king. [word: York. Confirm the crown to me and to mine heirs, And thou shalt reign in quiet while thou livest. King. I am content: Richard Plantagenet, Enjoy the kingdom after my decease. Clif. What wrong is this unto the prince your son! news. Clif. Come, cousin, let us tell the queen these [king, West. Farewell, faint-hearted and degenerate 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! Clif. In dreadful war mayst thou be overcome, Or live in peace abandon'd and despised! [Exeunt North., Cliff., and West. War. Turn this way, Henry, and regard them not. Exe. They seek revenge and therefore will not K. Hen. Åh, Exeter! [yield. War. Why should you sigh, my lord? |