Henry VI, Part 3 (Folio 1, 1623)
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The third Part of Henry the Sixt.
¶Exet. Thy Father was a Traytor to the Crowne.
¶Warw. Exeter thou art a Traytor to the Crowne,
¶In following this vsurping Henry.
95King?
¶Warw. True Clifford, that's Richard Duke of Yorke.
¶That we are those which chas'd you from the field,
105Marcht through the Citie to the Pallace Gates.
¶Northumb. Yes Warwicke, I remember it to my griefe,
¶Thy Kinsmen, and thy Friends, Ile haue more liues
110Then drops of bloud were in my Fathers Veines.
115Threats.
¶If not, our Swords shall pleade it in the field.
¶My Father was as thou art, Duke of Yorke,
120Thy Grandfather Roger Mortimer, Earle of March.
¶I am the Sonne of Henry the Fift,
¶Who made the Dolphin and the French to stoupe,
¶And seiz'd vpon their Townes and Prouinces.
¶When I was crown'd, I was but nine moneths old.
¶Rich. You are old enough now,
¶And yet me thinkes you loose:
¶Father teare the Crowne from the Vsurpers Head.
¶Mount. Good Brother,
¶Let's fight it out, and not stand cauilling thus.
¶ Richard. Sound Drummes and Trumpets, and the
135King will flye.
¶Plant. Sonnes peace.
¶ Henry. Peace thou, and giue King Henry leaue to
¶speake.
140And be you silent and attentiue too,
¶For he that interrupts him, shall not liue.
145I, and their Colours often borne in France,
¶And now in England, to our hearts great sorrow,
¶Shall be my Winding-sheet. Why faint you Lords?
¶My Title's good, and better farre then his.
¶Tell me, may not a King adopt an Heire?
¶Plant. What then?
155Henry. And if he may, then am I lawfull King:
¶For Richard, in the view of many Lords,
¶Resign'd the Crowne to Henry the Fourth,
¶Whose Heire my Father was, and I am his.
160And made him to resigne his Crowne perforce.
¶Thinke you 'twere preiudiciall to his Crowne?
¶Exet. His is the right, and therefore pardon me.
¶Henry. All will reuolt from me, and turne to him.
¶Northumb. Thou art deceiu'd:
¶'Tis not thy Southerne power
¶Which makes thee thus presumptuous and prowd,
¶Clifford. King Henry, be thy Title right or wrong,
¶Lord Clifford vowes to fight in thy defence:
180May that ground gape, and swallow me aliue,
¶Henry. Oh Clifford, how thy words reuiue my heart.
¶What mutter you, or what conspire you Lords?
185Warw. Doe right vnto this Princely Duke of Yorke,
¶Or I will fill the House with armed men,
¶And ouer the Chayre of State, where now he sits,
¶Write vp his Title with vsurping blood.
¶
_ He stampes with his foot, and the Souldiers
¶Henry. My Lord of Warwick, heare but one word,
¶Let me for this my life time reigne as King.
¶ Plant. Confirme the Crowne to me and to mine Heires,
195Henry. I am content: Richard Plantagenet
¶Enioy the Kingdome after my decease.
¶ Clifford. What wrong is this vnto the Prince, your
¶Sonne?
¶Northumb. Nor I.
205Newes.
¶Westm. Farwell faint-hearted and degenerate King,
¶And dye in Bands, for this vnmanly deed.
¶Or liue in peace abandon'd and despis'd.
¶Warw. Turne this way Henry, and regard them not.
¶yeeld.
215Henry. Ah Exeter.
¶Whom I vnnaturally shall dis-inherite.
¶But be it as it may: I here entayle
220The Crowne to thee and to thine Heires for euer,
¶Conditionally, that heere thou take an Oath,
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