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We give thee for reward a thousand marks,
And will, that thou henceforth attend on us.

Iden. May Iden live to merit such a bounty,
And never live but true unto his Liege !
K. Henry. See, Buckingham, Somerset conies with the

Queen ;
Go, bid her hide him quickly from the Duke.

[Exit Buck, S CE N E E III.

Enter Queen Margaret and Somerset. Q. Mar. For thousand Yorks he shall not hide his

But boldly stand and front him to his face.

York. How now? is Somerset at liberty?
Then, York, unloose thy long imprison'd thoughts,
And let thy tongue be equal with thy heart.
Shall I endure the sight of Somerset?
False King! why haft thou broken faith with me,
Knowing how hardly I can brook abuse?
King did I call thee? no, thou art no King,
Nor fit to govern and rule multitudes,
Which durft not, no, nor canst not rule a traitor.
That head of thine doth not become a Crown,
Thy hand is made to grasp a palmer's staff,
And not to grace an awful princely scepter.
That gold must round engirc these brows of mine,
Whose smile and frown, like to Achilles' spear,
Is able with the change to kill and cure.
Here is a hand to hold a scepter up,
And with the fame to act controlling laws,
Give place ; by heav'n, thou shalt rule no more
O'er him, whom heav'n created for thy ruler.

Som, O monstrous traitor! I arrest thee York,
Of capital treason 'gainst the King and Crown;
Obey, audacious traitor, kneel for grace.


York. Sirrah, call in my sons to be my bail ;
7 Wouldst have me kneel? First, let me ask of these,
If they can brook i bow a knee to man
I know, ere they will let me go to Ward,
They'll pawn their lwords for my entranchisement.

e Mar. Call hither Clifford; bid him come amain, Today, if that the bastard boys of York Shall be the Surety for their traitor father.

York. O blood-belpotted, Neapoliten,
Out-cast of Naples, Englaid's bloody scourge!
The fons of York, thy Betters in their Birth,

Shall be their father's bail, and bane to those
That for my surety will refute the boys.

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Enter Edward and Richard. See, where they come; I'll warrant, they'll make it good.

Enter Clifford. Q. Mar. And here comes Clifford, to deny their

bail. Clif. Health and all Happiness to my Lord the King!

(kneels. York. I thank thee, Clifford; say, what news with

thee? Nay, do not fright us with an angry look, We are thy Sovereign, Clifford, kneel again ; For thy mistaking 10, we pardon chee. 7 Would ft bave me kneel? First and Bane to thole,] Confiderlet me ak of theje,

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Clif. This is my King, York, I do not mistake, But thou mistak’ft me much, to think I do. -To Bedlam with him, is the man grown mad? K. Henry. Ay, Clifford, a Bedlam and ambitious

humour Makes him oppose himself against his King,

Cliff, He is a traitor, let him to the Tower, And crop away that factious pate of his.

Q. Mar. He is arreited, but will not obey,
His sons, he says, shall give their words for him.

York. Will you not, fons ?
E. Plan, Ay, noble father, if our words will serve,
R. Plan. And if words will not, then our weapons

shall. Clif. Why, what a brood of traitors have we here?

York. Look in a glass, and call thy image so,
I am thy King, and thou a false-heart traitor.

Call hither to the stake my two brave bears,
That with the very shaking of their chains
They may astonish these fell-lurking curs,
Bid Salisbury and Warwick come to me.

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Enter the Earl of Warwick and Salisbury.
Clif. Are these thy bears ? we'll bait thy bears ta

And manacle the bear-ward in their chains,
If thou dar'it bring them to the baiting place.

R. Plan. Oft have I seen a hot o'er-weening cur
Run back and bite, because he was withheld,
Who, being suffer'd with the bear's fell paw,
Hath clape his cail between his legs and cry'd;

9 Call bither to the stake my

wick come.] York calls thee two bra ve bears,

Lords his bears becaule they -Bid Salisbury and War- had a bear for their arms.


you burn

burn your

And such a piece of service will you do,
If you oppose yourlelves to match Lord Warwick.

Clif. Hence, heap of wrath, foul indige ted luinp, As crooked in thy manners, as thy shape.

York. Nay, we shall heat you thoroughly anon.
Clif. Take heed, left by your

heat felves. K. Henry. Why, Warwick, hath thy knee forgot to

bow ?
Old Salisbury, shame to thy silver hair,
Thou mad mis-leader of thy brain-sick son,
What, wilt thou on thy death-bed play the ruffian,
And seek for sorrow with thy spectacles ?
Oh, where is faith? ohi, where is loyalty ?
If it be banilh'd from the frosty head,
Where shall it find a harbour in the earth?
Wilt thou go dig a grave to find out war,
And shame thine honourable age with blood ?
Why, art thou old, and want'st experience ?
Or wherefore dost abuse it, if thou hast it?
For shame, in duty bead thy knee to me,
That bows unto the grave with mickle age.

Sal. My Lord, I have consider'd with myself
The Title of this most renowned Duke;
And in my conscience do repute his Grace
The rightful heir to England's royal Seat.

K. Henry, Halt thou not sworn allegiance unto me?
Sal. I have.
K. Henry. Canst thou dispense with heav'n for such

an oath?
Sal, It is great sin to swear unto a sin,
But greater fin to keep a fin oath.
Who can be bound by any solemn vow
To do a murd'rous deed, to rob a man,
To force a spotless virgin's chaitiry,
To 'reave the orphan of his patrimony,
To wring the widow from her custon'd right,
And have no ocher reason for his wrong,


But that he was bound by a solemn oath?

Q. Mar. A subtle traitor needs no sophister.
K. Henry. Call Buckingham, and bid him arm him-

York. Call Buckingham and all the friends thou hast,
I am resolv'd for death or dignity.
Old Clif. The first I warrant thee ; if dreams prove

War. You had best go to bed and dream again,
To keep thee from the tempest of the field.

Old Clif. I am resolv'd to bear a greater storm
Than any thou canst conjure up to day:
And that I'll write upon thy 'Burgonet,
Might I but know thee by thy House's badge.

War. Now by my father's Badge, old Nevill's Crest,
The rampant bear chain'd to the rugged staff,
This day I'll wear aloft my Burgonet,
As on a mountain-top the cedar shews,
That keeps his leaves in fpight of any storm,
Ev’n to affright thee with the view thereof.

Old Cliff. And from thy Burgoner I'll rend thy bear, And tread it under foot with all contempt, Despight the bear-ward, that protects the bear.

ř. Clif. And so to Arms, victorious noble father, To quell the rebels and their complices.

R. Plan. Fy, charity for shame, speak not in spight, For

you shall sup with Jesu Christ to-night. Y. Clif. Foul ftigmatick, that's more than thou

canst tell. R. Plan. If not in heav'n, you'll surely sup in hell.'

[Exeunt, severally.

· Burgonet is a helmet.


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