223To honor me as thy King, and Soueraigne:

224And neyther by Treason nor Hostilitie,

225To seeke to put me downe, and reigne thy selfe.

226Plant. This Oath I willingly take, and will performe.

227 Warw. Long liue King Henry: Plantagenet embrace

228him.

229 Henry. And long liue thou, and these thy forward

230Sonnes.

231Plant. Now Yorke and Lancaster are reconcil'd.

232Exet. Accurst be he that seekes to make them foes.

234Plant. Farewell my gracious Lord, Ile to my Castle.

235Warw. And Ile keepe London with my Souldiers.

236Norf. And I to Norfolke with my followers.

237Mount. And I vnto the Sea, from whence I came.

238Henry. And I with griefe and sorrow to the Court.

240Exeter. Heere comes the Queene,

241Whose Lookes bewray her anger:

242Ile steale away.

243Henry. Exeter so will I.

244Queene. Nay, goe not from me, I will follow thee.

245Henry. Be patient gentle Queene, and I will stay.

246Queene. Who can be patient in such extreames?

247Ah wretched man, would I had dy'de a Maid?

248And neuer seene thee, neuer borne thee Sonne,

249Seeing thou hast prou'd so vnnaturall a Father.

250Hath he deseru'd to loose his Birth-right thus?

251Hadst thou but lou'd him halfe so well as I,

252Or felt that paine which I did for him once,

253Or nourisht him, as I did with my blood;

254Thou would'st haue left thy dearest heart-blood there,

255Rather then haue made that sauage Duke thine Heire,

256And dis-inherited thine onely Sonne.

257Prince. Father, you cannot dis-inherite me:

258If you be King, why should not I succeede?

259 Henry. Pardon me Margaret, pardon me sweet Sonne,

260The Earle of Warwick and the Duke enforc't me.

261 Quee. Enforc't thee? Art thou King, and wilt be forc't?

262I shame to heare thee speake: ah timorous Wretch,

263Thou hast vndone thy selfe, thy Sonne, and me,

264And giu'n vnto the House of Yorke such head,

265As thou shalt reigne but by their sufferance.

266To entayle him and his Heires vnto the Crowne,

267What is it, but to make thy Sepulcher,

268And creepe into it farre before thy time?

269Warwick is Chancelor, and the Lord of Callice,

270Sterne Falconbridge commands the Narrow Seas,

271The Duke is made Protector of the Realme,

272And yet shalt thou be safe? Such safetie findes

273The trembling Lambe, inuironned with Wolues.

274Had I beene there, which am a silly Woman,

275The Souldiers should haue toss'd me on their Pikes,

276Before I would haue granted to that Act.

277But thou preferr'st thy Life, before thine Honor.

278And seeing thou do'st, I here diuorce my selfe,

279Both from thy Table Henry, and thy Bed,

280Vntill that Act of Parliament be repeal'd,

281Whereby my Sonne is dis-inherited.

282The Northerne Lords, that haue forsworne thy Colours,

283Will follow mine, if once they see them spread:

284And spread they shall be, to thy foule disgrace,

285And vtter ruine of the House of Yorke.

286Thus doe I leaue thee: Come Sonne, let's away,

287Our Army is ready; come, wee'le after them.

288Henry. Stay gentle Margaret, and heare me speake.

289 Queene. Thou hast spoke too much already: get thee

290gone.

291Henry. Gentle Sonne Edward, thou wilt stay me?

292Queene. I, to be murther'd by his Enemies.

293Prince. When I returne with victorie to the field,

294Ile see your Grace: till then, Ile follow her.

295Queene. Come Sonne away, we may not linger thus.

296Henry. Poore Queene,

297How loue to me, and to her Sonne,

298Hath made her breake out into termes of Rage.

299Reueng'd may she be on that hatefull Duke,

300Whose haughtie spirit, winged with desire,

301Will cost my Crowne, and like an emptie Eagle,

302Tyre on the flesh of me, and of my Sonne.

303The losse of those three Lords torments my heart:

304Ile write vnto them, and entreat them faire;

305Come Cousin, you shall be the Messenger.

306Exet. And I, I hope, shall reconcile them all. Exit.

309 Richard. Brother, though I bee youngest, giue mee

310leaue.

311Edward. No, I can better play the Orator.

312Mount. But I haue reasons strong and forceable.

314 Yorke. Why how now Sonnes, and Brother, at a strife?

315What is your Quarrell? how began it first?

316Edward. No Quarrell, but a slight Contention.

317Yorke. About what?

318 Rich. About that which concernes your Grace and vs,

319The Crowne of England, Father, which is yours.

320Yorke. Mine Boy? not till King Henry be dead.

321 Richard. Your Right depends not on his life, or death.

322Edward. Now you are Heire, therefore enioy it now:

323By giuing the House of Lancaster leaue to breathe,

324It will out-runne you, Father, in the end.

325 Yorke. I tooke an Oath, that hee should quietly

326reigne.

327 Edward. But for a Kingdome any Oath may be broken:

328I would breake a thousand Oathes, to reigne one yeere.

329 Richard. No: God forbid your Grace should be for-

330sworne.

331Yorke. I shall be, if I clayme by open Warre.

332 Richard. Ile proue the contrary, if you'le heare mee

333speake.

334Yorke. Thou canst not, Sonne: it is impossible.

335Richard. An Oath is of no moment, being not tooke

336Before a true and lawfull Magistrate,

337That hath authoritie ouer him that sweares.

338Henry had none, but did vsurpe the place.

339Then seeing 'twas he that made you to depose,

340Your Oath, my Lord, is vaine and friuolous.

341Therefore to Armes: and Father doe but thinke,

342How sweet a thing it is to weare a Crowne,

343Within whose Circuit is Elizium,

344And all that Poets faine of Blisse and Ioy.

345Why doe we linger thus? I cannot rest,

346Vntill the White Rose that I weare, be dy'de

347Euen in the luke-warme blood of Henries heart.

348Yorke. Richard ynough: I will be King, or dye.

349Brother, thou shalt to London presently,

350And whet on Warwick to this Enterprise.