The Works of William Shakespeare [Cambridge Edition] [Vol. 5 of 9] · William Shakespeare
SCENE I. _London. The Parliament-house_.
_York._ Assist me, then, sweet Warwick, and I will; For hither we have broken in by force. [caa029] _Norf._ We’ll all assist you; he that flies shall die. ·caa030· _York._ Thanks, gentle Norfolk: stay by me, my lords; And, soldiers, stay and lodge by me this night. [caa032] [_They go up._ _War._ And when the king comes, offer him no violence, Unless he seek to thrust you out perforce. [caa034] _York._ The queen this day here holds her parliament, ·caa035· But little thinks we shall be of her council: [caa036] By words or blows here let us win our right. _Rich._ Arm’d as we are, let’s stay within this house. _War._ The bloody parliament shall this be call’d, Unless Plantagenet, Duke of York, be king, ·caa040· And bashful Henry deposed, whose cowardice [caa041] Hath made us by-words to our enemies. _York._ Then leave me not, my lords; be resolute; [caa043] I mean to take possession of my right. _War._ Neither the king, nor he that loves him best, ·caa045· The proudest he that holds up Lancaster, Dares stir a wing, if Warwick shake his bells. I’ll plant Plantagenet, root him up who dares: [caa048] Resolve thee, Richard; claim the English crown. [caa049] _Flourish. Enter_ KING HENRY, CLIFFORD, NORTHUMBERLAND, WESTMORELAND, EXETER, _and the rest_. _K. Hen._ My lords, look where the sturdy rebel sits, [caa050] Even in the chair of state: belike he means, Back’d by the power of Warwick, that false peer, To aspire unto the crown and reign as king. Earl of Northumberland, he slew thy father, And thine, Lord Clifford; and you both have vow’d revenge [caa055] On him, his sons, his favourites and his friends.
_North._ If I be not, heavens be revenged on me! [caa057] _Clif._ The hope thereof makes Clifford mourn in steel. _West._ What, shall we suffer this? let’s pluck him down: My heart for anger burns; I cannot brook it. ·caa060· _K. Hen._ Be patient, gentle Earl of Westmoreland. _Clif._ Patience is for poltroons, such as he: [caa062] He durst not sit there, had your father lived. My gracious lord, here in the parliament Let us assail the family of York. ·caa065· _North._ Well hast thou spoken, cousin: be it so. [caa066] _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. [caa069] _K. Hen._ Far be the thought of this from Henry’s heart, [caa070] To make a shambles of the parliament-house! Cousin of Exeter, frowns, words and threats Shall be the war that Henry means to use. [caa073] Thou factious Duke of York, descend my throne, And kneel for grace and mercy at my feet; ·caa075· I am thy sovereign. _York._ I am thine. [caa076] _Exe._ For shame, come down: he made thee Duke of York. _York._ ’Twas my inheritance, as the earldom was. [caa078] _Exe._ Thy father was a traitor to the crown. _War._ Exeter, thou art a traitor to the crown ·caa080· In following this usurping Henry.
_Clif._ Whom should he follow but his natural king? _War._ True, Clifford; and that’s Richard Duke of York. [caa083] _K. Hen._ And shall I stand, and thou sit in my throne? _York._ It must and shall be so: content thyself. ·caa085· _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 ·caa090· 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; [caa093] And, by his soul, thou and thy house shall rue it. _West._ Plantagenet, of thee and these thy sons, ·caa095· 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. ·caa100· _War._ Poor Clifford! how I scorn his worthless threats! _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; [caa105] Thy grandfather, Roger Mortimer, Earl of March: I am the son of Henry the Fifth, Who made the Dauphin and the French to stoop And seized upon their towns and provinces.
_York._ What then? _K. Hen._ An if he may, then am I lawful king; [caa137] For Richard, in the view of many lords, Resign’d the crown to Henry the Fourth, Whose heir my father was, and I am his. ·caa140· _York._ He rose against him, being his sovereign, And made him to resign his crown perforce. [caa142] _War._ Suppose, my lords, he did it unconstrain’d, Think you ’twere prejudicial to his crown? [caa144] _Exe._ No; for he could not so resign his crown ·caa145· 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? _Exe._ My conscience tells me he is lawful king. [caa150] _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. [caa154] _North._ Thou art deceived: ’tis not thy southern power, [caa155] Of Essex, Norfolk, Suffolk, nor of Kent, Which makes thee thus presumptuous and proud, Can set the duke up in despite of me. _Clif._ King Henry, be thy title right or wrong, Lord Clifford vows to fight in thy defence: ·caa160· May that ground gape and swallow me alive, Where I shall kneel to him that slew my father!
_K. Hen._ O Clifford, how thy words revive my heart! _York._ Henry of Lancaster, resign thy crown. [caa164] What mutter you, or what conspire you, lords? ·caa165· _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, [caa168] 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 word: [caa170] Let me for this my life-time reign as king. _York._ Confirm the crown to me and to mine heirs, [caa171] And thou shalt reign in quiet while thou livest. _King._ I am content: Richard Plantagenet, Enjoy the kingdom after my decease. ·caa175· _Clif._ What wrong is this unto the prince your son! _War._ What good is this to England and himself! _West._ Base, fearful and despairing Henry! _Clif._ How hast thou injured both thyself and us! _West._ I cannot stay to hear these articles. ·caa180· _North._ Nor I. _Clif._ Come, cousin, let us tell the queen 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, ·caa185· And die in bands for this unmanly deed! _Clif._ In dreadful war mayst thou be overcome, Or live in peace abandon’d and despised! [caa188] [_Exeunt North., Cliff., and West._
_Enter_ QUEEN MARGARET _and the_ PRINCE OF WALES. _Exe._ Here comes the queen, whose looks bewray her anger: [caa211] I’ll steal away. _K. Hen._ Exeter, so will I. [caa212] _Q. Mar._ Nay, go not from me; I will follow thee. _K. Hen._ Be patient, gentle queen, and I will stay. _Q. Mar._ Who can be patient in such extremes? ·caa215· Ah, wretched man! would I had died a maid, And never seen thee, never borne thee son, Seeing thou hast proved so unnatural a father! Hath he deserved to lose his birthright thus? Hadst thou but loved him half so well as I, [caa220] 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 have made that savage duke thine heir [caa224] And disinherited thine only son. ·caa225· _Prince._ Father, you cannot disinherit me: If you be king, why should not I succeed? _K. Hen._ Pardon me, Margaret; pardon me, sweet son: The Earl of Warwick and the duke enforced me.
_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? [caa259] _Q. Mar._ Ay, to be murder’d by his enemies. ·caa260· _Prince._ When I return with victory from the field [caa261] I’ll see your grace: till then I’ll follow her. _Q. Mar._ Come, son, away; we may not linger thus. [caa263] [_Exeunt Queen Margaret and the Prince._ _K. Hen._ Poor queen! how love to me and to her son [caa264] Hath made her break out into terms of rage! ·caa265· Revenged may she be on that hateful duke, Whose haughty spirit, winged with desire, Will cost my crown, and like an empty eagle [caa268] Tire on the flesh of me and of my son! The loss of those three lords torments my heart: ·caa270· I’ll write unto them and entreat them fair. Come, cousin, you shall be the messenger. _Exe._ And I, I hope, shall reconcile them all. [caa273] [_Exeunt._
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