Westm. But when the Duke is slaine, they"le quickly flye
Henry. Farre be the thought of this from Henries heart, To make a Shambles of the Parliament House.
Cousin of Exeter, frownes, words, and threats, Shall be the Warre that Henry meanes to vse.
Thou factious Duke of Yorke descend my Throne, And kneele for grace and mercie at my feet, I am thy Soueraigne
Yorke. I am thine
Exet. For shame come downe, he made thee Duke of Yorke
Yorke. It was my Inheritance, as the Earledome was
Exet. Thy Father was a Traytor to the Crowne
Warw. Exeter thou art a Traytor to the Crowne, In following this vsurping Henry
Clifford. Whom should hee follow, but his naturall King?
Warw. True Clifford, that"s Richard Duke of Yorke
Henry. And shall I stand, and thou sit in my Throne?
Yorke. It must and shall be so, content thy selfe
Warw. Be Duke of Lancaster, let him be King
Westm. He is both King, and Duke of Lancaster, And that the Lord of Westmerland shall maintaine
Warw. And Warwick shall disproue it. You forget, That we are those which chas"d you from the field, And slew your Fathers, and with Colours spread Marcht through the Citie to the Pallace Gates
Northumb. Yes Warwicke, I remember it to my griefe, And by his Soule, thou and thy House shall rue it
Westm. Plantagenet, of thee and these thy Sonnes, Thy Kinsmen, and thy Friends, Ile haue more liues Then drops of bloud were in my Fathers Veines
Cliff. Vrge it no more, lest that in stead of words, I send thee, Warwicke, such a Messenger, As shall reuenge his death, before I stirre
Warw. Poore Clifford, how I scorne his worthlesse Threats
Plant. Will you we shew our t.i.tle to the Crowne?
If not, our Swords shall pleade it in the field
Henry. What t.i.tle hast thou Traytor to the Crowne?
My Father was as thou art, Duke of Yorke, Thy Grandfather Roger Mortimer, Earle of March.
I am the Sonne of Henry the Fift, Who made the Dolphin and the French to stoupe, And seiz"d vpon their Townes and Prouinces
Warw. Talke not of France, sith thou hast lost it all
Henry. The Lord Protector lost it, and not I: When I was crown"d, I was but nine moneths old
Rich. You are old enough now, And yet me thinkes you loose: Father teare the Crowne from the Vsurpers Head
Edward. Sweet Father doe so, set it on your Head
Mount. Good Brother, As thou lou"st and honorest Armes, Let"s fight it out, and not stand cauilling thus
Richard. Sound Drummes and Trumpets, and the King will flye
Plant. Sonnes peace
Henry. Peace thou, and giue King Henry leaue to speake
Warw. Plantagenet shal speake first: Heare him Lords, And be you silent and attentiue too, For he that interrupts him, shall not liue
Hen. Think"st thou, that I will leaue my Kingly Throne, Wherein my Grandsire and my Father sat?
No: first shall Warre vnpeople this my Realme; I, and their Colours often borne in France, And now in England, to our hearts great sorrow, Shall be my Winding-sheet. Why faint you Lords?
My t.i.tle"s good, and better farre then his
Warw. Proue it Henry, and thou shalt be King
Hen. Henry the Fourth by Conquest got the Crowne
Plant. "Twas by Rebellion against his King
Henry. I know not what to say, my t.i.tles weake: Tell me, may not a King adopt an Heire?
Plant. What then?
Henry. And if he may, then am I lawfull King: For Richard, in the view of many Lords, Resign"d the Crowne to Henry the Fourth, Whose Heire my Father was, and I am his
Plant. He rose against him, being his Soueraigne, And made him to resigne his Crowne perforce
Warw. Suppose, my Lords, he did it vnconstrayn"d, Thinke you "twere preiudiciall to his Crowne?
Exet. No: for he could not so resigne his Crowne, But that the next Heire should succeed and reigne
Henry. Art thou against vs, Duke of Exeter?
Exet. His is the right, and therefore pardon me
Plant. Why whisper you, my Lords, and answer not?
Exet. My Conscience tells me he is lawfull King
Henry. All will reuolt from me, and turne to him
Northumb. Plantagenet, for all the Clayme thou lay"st, Thinke not, that Henry shall be so depos"d
Warw. Depos"d he shall be, in despight of all
Northumb. Thou art deceiu"d: "Tis not thy Southerne power Of Ess.e.x, Norfolke, Suffolke, nor of Kent, Which makes thee thus presumptuous and prowd, Can set the Duke vp in despight of me
Clifford. King Henry, be thy t.i.tle right or wrong, Lord Clifford vowes to fight in thy defence: May that ground gape, and swallow me aliue, Where I shall kneele to him that slew my Father
Henry. Oh Clifford, how thy words reuiue my heart
Plant. Henry of Lancaster, resigne thy Crowne: What mutter you, or what conspire you Lords?
Warw. Doe right vnto this Princely Duke of Yorke, Or I will fill the House with armed men, And ouer the Chayre of State, where now he sits, Write vp his t.i.tle with vsurping blood.