Henry VI, Part 3 (Octavo 1, 1595)
Not Peer Reviewed
The true Tragedie of Richard Duke
of Yorke, and the good King
Henry the Sixt.
¶
Enter Richard Duke of Yorke, The Earle of Warwicke,
¶The Duke of Norffolke, Marquis Montague, Edward
Earle of March, Crookeback Richard, and the yong Earle
of Rutland, with Drumme and Souldiers, with white Ro-
ses in their hats.
5
Warwike.
¶I Wonder how the king escapt our hands.
of the North,
¶Whereat the great Lord of Northum-
10land,
¶Whose warlike eares could neuer brooke retrait,
¶Chargde our maine battels front, and therewith him
¶Lord Stafford and Lord Clifford all abrest
¶Brake in and were by the hands of common Souldiers
(slain.
15Edw. Lord Staffords father Duke of Buckingham,
¶I cleft his Beuer with a downe right blow:
¶Father that this is true behold his bloud.
20Bloud, whom I encountred as the battailes ioind.
¶Rich. Speake thou for me and tell them what I did.
¶Norf. Such hope haue all the line of Iohn of Gawnt.
30This is the pallace of that fearefull king,
¶For this is thine and not king Henries heires.
¶For hither are we broken in by force.
¶York. Thanks gentle Norffolke. Staie by me my Lords,
¶War. And when the king comes offer him no
¶Hath made vs by-words to our enemies.
¶York. Then leaue me not my Lords: for now I meane
¶Ile plant Plantagenet: and root him out who dares?
¶
Enter king Henrie the sixt, with the Duke of Excester,
¶The Earle of Northumberland, the Earle of Westmerland
and Clifford, the Earle of Cumberland, withred Roses in their hats.
¶Euen in the chaire of state: belike he meanes
60Backt by the power of Warwike that false peere,
¶To aspire vnto the crowne, and raigne as king.
¶Earle of Northumberland, he slew thy father.
¶And thine Clifford: and you both haue vow'd reuenge,
¶On him, his sonnes, his fauorites, and his friends.
65Northu. And if I be not, heauens be reuengd on me.
¶My hart for anger breakes, I cannot speake.
¶My gratious Lord: here in the Parlement,
¶King. O know you not the Cittie fauours them,
¶And they haue troopes of soldiers at their becke?
80King. Far be it from the thoughtes of Henries hart,
¶Cosen of Exeter, words, frownes, and threats,
¶Shall be the warres that Henrie meanes to vse.
¶Thou factious duke of Yorke, descend my throne,
¶I am thy soueraigne.
¶York. Thou art deceiu'd: I am thine.
90York. Twas mine inheritance as the kingdome is.
¶Exet. Thy father was a traytor to the crowne.
¶War. Exeter thou art a traitor to the crowne.
¶In following this vsurping Henry.
¶War. True Clif and that is Richard Duke of Yorke.
throne?
105Marcht through the Cittie to the pallas gates.
¶Nor. No Warwike I remember it to my griefe,
¶Thy kinsmen and thy friendes, Ile haue more liues,
110Then drops of bloud were in my fathers vaines.
¶Thy father was as thou art Duke of Yorke,
120Thy grandfather Roger Mortimer earle of March,
¶I am the sonne of Henrie the Fift who tamde the French,
¶Townes and prouinces.
¶When I was crownd I was but nine months old.
¶Rich. You are olde enough now and yet me thinkes
¶you lose,
¶Father teare the Crowne from the Vsurpers head.
¶Lets fight it out and not stand cauilling thus.
¶Rich. Sound drums and trumpets & the king will fly.
¶Northum. Peace thou and giue king Henry leaue to
¶speake.
¶Are we not both both Plantagenets by birth,
140And from two brothers line allie discent?
¶Suppose by right and equitie thou be king,
145I and our colours often borne in France,
¶And now in England to our harts great sorrow
¶Shall be my winding sheete, why faint you Lords?
¶My titles better farre than his.
Crowne.
¶Tell me maie not a king adopt an heire?
¶War. What then?
155King. Then am I lawfull king For Richard
¶The second in the view of manie Lords
¶Resignde the Crowne to Henrie the fourth,
¶Whose heire my Father was, and I am his.
160Soueraigne, & made him to resigne the crown perforce.
¶Thinke you that were preiudiciall to the Crowne?
¶Exet. His is the right, and therefore pardon me.
¶King. All will reuolt from me and turne to him.
¶Kent that makes thee thus presumptuous and proud,
¶Cliff. King Henrie be thy title right or wrong,
¶Lord Clifford vowes to fight in thy defence.
180Maie that ground gape and swallow me aliue,
¶Where I do kneele to him that slew my father.
¶What mutter you? or what conspire you Lords?
185War. Doe right vnto this princelie Duke of Yorke,
¶Or I will fill the house with armed men,
Enter Souldiers.
¶Wright vp his title with thy vsurping bloud.
¶Let me but raigne in quiet whilst I liue.
¶York. Confirme the crowne to me and to mine heires
¶War. Captaine conduct them into Tuthill fieldes.
¶And die in bands for this vnkingly deed.
Exit.
Exit.
¶yeeld my Lord.
215King. Ah Exeter?
¶But be it as it maie: I heere intaile the Crowne
220To thee and to thine heires, conditionallie,
¶Broiles, and whilst I liue to honour me as thy king
¶and Soueraigne.
¶York. That oath I willinglie take and will performe.
¶War. Long liue king Henry. Plantagenet embrace
¶him?
¶
Sound Trumpets.
¶York My Lord Ile take my leaue, for Ile to Wakefield
¶To my castell.
Exit Yorke and his sonnes.
¶
Enter the Queene and the Prince.
¶Quee. What patience can there? ah timerous man,
¶And giuen our rights vnto the house of Yorke.
¶Art thou a king and wilt be forst to yeeld?
¶Me on their launces points, before I would haue
¶Granted to their wils. The Duke is made
¶Protector of the land: Sterne Fawconbridge
¶From thy bed, vntill that Act of Parlement
¶The Northen Lords that haue forsworne thy colours,
¶Come sonne, lets awaie and leaue him heere alone.
290fore be still.
¶Prin. When I returne with victorie from the field.
¶Ile see your Grace, till then Ile follow her.
Exit.
¶King. Poore Queene, her loue to me and to the prince
¶Her sonne,
¶Makes hir in furie thus forget hir selfe.
For Clifford and those Northern Lords be gone
I feare towards Wakefield, to disturbe the Duke.
