The Tragedie of Richard D. of
¶I cleft his Beuer with a downe right blow:
¶Father that this is true behold his bloud.
¶Mont. And brother heeres the Earle of
Wiltshires
20Bloud, whom
I encountred as the battailes ioind.
¶Rich. Speake thou for me and tell them what
I did.
¶York. What is your grace dead my L. of
Summerset?
¶Norf. Such hope haue all the line of
Iohn of
Gawnt.
25Rich. Thus doe
I hope to
shape king
Henries head.
¶War. And
so do
I victorious prince of Yorke,
¶Before I
see thee
seated in that throne
¶Which now the hou
se of
Lancaster v
surpes,
¶I vow by heauens the
se eies
shal neuer clo
se.
30This is the pallace of that fearefull king,
¶And that the regall chaire? Po
sse
sse it Yorke:
¶For this is thine and not king
Henries heires.
¶York A
ssi
st me then
sweet
Warwike, and I wil:
¶For hither are we broken in by force.
35Norf. Weele all a
ssi
st thee, and he that flies
shall die.
¶York. Thanks gentle
Norffolke. Staie by me my Lords,
¶and
souldiers
staie you heere and lodge this night:
¶War. And when the king comes offer him no
40Violence, vnle
sse he
seek to put vs out by force.
¶Rich. Armde as we be, lets
staie within this hou
se?
45War. The bloudie parlement
shall this be calde,
¶Vnle
sse
Plantagenet Duke of Yorke be king
¶And ba
shfull
Henrie be depo
sde, who
se cowardi
se
¶Hath made vs by-words to our enemies.
¶York. Then leaue me not my Lords: for now I meane
50To take po
sse
ssion of my right.
