Yorke, and Henrie the Sixt.
5148War. Neither the king, nor him that loues him be
st,
5249The proude
st burd that holds vp
Lancaster.
5350Dares
stirre a wing if
Warwike shake his bels.
5451Ile plant
Plantagenet: and root him out who dares?
5552Re
solue thee
Richard: Claime the Engli
sh crowne.
5653Enter king Henrie the sixt, with the Duke of Excester, 5754The Earle of Northumberland, the Earle of Westmerland 55and Clifford, the Earle of Cumberland, withred Roses in their hats.
5856King. Looke Lordings where the
sturdy rebel
sits,
5957Euen in the chaire of
state: belike he meanes
6058Backt by the power of
Warwike that fal
se peere,
6159To a
spire vnto the crowne, and raigne as king.
6260Earle of
Northumberland, he
slew thy father.
6361And thine
Clifford: and you both haue vow'd reuenge,
6462On him, his
sonnes, his fauorites, and his friends.
6563Northu. And if I be not, heauens be reuengd on me.
6664Clif. The hope thereof, makes
Clifford mourn in
steel.
6865West. What?
shall we
su
ffer this, lets pull him downe.
6966My hart for anger breakes, I cannot
speake.
7067King. Be patient gentle Earle of
Westmerland.
7168Clif. Patience is for pultrouns
such as he
7269He dur
st not
sit there had your father liu'd?
7370My gratious Lord: here in the Parlement,
7471Let vs a
ssaile the familie of Yorke.
7572North. Well ha
st thou
spoken co
sen, be it
so.
7673King. O know you not the Cittie fauours them,
A3. And