I when I please Can have a dispensation from his Holiness La. El. What then his Holiness will be your pardon A very excellent office for a Pope To be the Universal Bawd of Christendom A very excellent Shepherd that will give His sheep a dispensation to be rotten Ed. Well you shall be my fair Confessor then I 'll own my sins to you and ask your pardon La. El. And dost thou hope to have it Ed. I will give you Any other satisfaction La. El. What thy blood Do kill thy self I swear I 'll pardon thee Ed. I wou'd do much for that but I wou'd live A little while to mend and to repent La. El. Would'st thou repent Oh! I will pray thou mayst Oh may heaven lash thee with so many plagues May fill thee and surround thee with repentance I will not curse this most unhappy VVoman For she alas is curst enough in thee Poor VVoman he has gull'd thee horridly For he has only pick'd the name of wife Out of my Marriage sheet's to hide thy shame with As for his love in which thou think'st thee happy 'T is like a Green-land-Summer short and hot And whilst it lasts 't is day all smiling day But soon he goes to visit other provinces But oh he never like the Sun returns Farewel poor wretch pitied not envied by me Thou think'st we part with very different fortunes I go to sorrow and thou stay'st with joy Alas I leave thee but in a fools paradise And very shortly we shall meet in Bedlam Ex. La. Gr. Oh Sir I like not this this is an ill Beginning o' this day Ed. VVhy so my Love That 's well begun that is begun with sacrifice She is thy sacrifice ACry within Arm Arm. Treason VVarwick VVarwick Then Enter Warwick and his Souldiers and seize Edward and Lady Grey Ed. Why how now Warwick What dost mean by this War What mean'st thou Duke to put this scorn upon me Ed. Duke when we parted thou didst call me King War Then I disgrac'd the Title and I gave it To one who merit 's not the name of Friend Were I a King I 'd hang that common Fellow That shou'd abuse a Friend as thou hast me And such a friend as I have been to thee Ed. Thou dost abuse thy self in talking thus War Then it is no abuse to me to make me The seorn of every French Page and waiting Woman The Marriage is agreed on nothing wanting To compleat all but my arrival there And all my Equipage and Train are gone Now when instead of me this news arrives I shall have all my Servants hist from France My self be made a Common publick jest I shall be call'd the great Ambassador That goe's with splendour to negotiate nothing But my Embassage is but like my conquest For I have fought for thee that is for nothing I 've stole the Royal Robes to adorn nothing And help it to another nothing Woman La. Gr. Pll tell you Sir whence all this fury spring's This haughty Lord who thinks his Sword has given Chains to our Sex as well as to the men Did strive to drag me to his marriage bed And using many threats I out of fear Made some faint yieldings but he finding now I 'm plac'd above his reach his burning envy Seek's to destroy what he cannot attain Then calls his fury his revenge of honour Ed. Is that the mystery indeed War Yes Duke Thou with a Crown hast bought a Widow from me And bought her with the Kingdom which I gave thee Ed. Com'st thou to ruin me for love of beauty And thou thy self rebel for love of it War I come to punish thy ingratitude Ed. I did not know thy Love but say I did If I commit a fault to take a Woman To whom thou hast no right then what dost thou Who plunder'st thy Kings Right thy Countreys peace War Thy glory 's mine my Sword created it My Crime is thine thy wrongs to me created it Ed. I 'm a great Criminal to wrong a Subject Thou none to ruin both the King and Kingdom Thus men like Bears devour the young of others But strive to lick their own fowl Cubs to shape War I do no wrong in ruining you all I but restore to every thing it 's own I to the Kingdom shall restore the damn'd Confusion which my Sword took away from it I shall restore this Woman to her tears I found her weeping over her dead Husband I 'll leave her weeping over thy dead fortunes I will restore thee and all thy Family To the subjection from which I advanc'd it Thy fortunes to their proper state I 'll bring Beauty shall be thy plague thy foe thy King Ex. ACT. V. Scene London Enter King Henry in a rich Robe under a Canopy The Queen and Prince followed by Warwick and Guards with their Swords drawn Shouts and Acclamations They pass over the Stage The Scene changes to the Palace Enter King Henry Queen Prince Warwick Qu. NOw Sir you are King again this valiant Lord Has left the horrid desarts of Rebellion Where he and all his glorious deeds were lost And found the Road of Honour War I confess Fortune did mislead me and I the Kingdom To give your Royal Rights to a false Prince Who has the Royal bloud no Royal Vertues So has no right to Crowns those vertues gain'd Hen. I give you thanks my Lord for your great gifts Life Freedom and a Crown I call 'em gifts ' Cause you can take 'em from me or let me keep ' em To Life and Freedom I have a clear Title Because I ne're did any ill to forfeit ' em But oh I am afraid to wear the Crown For fear I share the murder that procur'd it Qu. Oh! Spiritless Prince born for a Chain a Prison What if your Grandfather murder'd his King Must you take Physick for his sicknesses Nay must you dye for a Kings Crown and Life Go both together So King Richard found it Pr. Sir all our lives wholly depend on yours And for one fault of my dead Grandfather Which he perhaps repented will you punish Thousands You will sin to lose a Crown More than my Grandfather did do to gain one Qu. If you will doom your self to be depos'd Because the Crown was gotten by ill means By the same law You may hang half your Kingdom If men by inheriting their Fathers Fortunes Inherit the Crimes by which their Fathers gain'd 'em Where is the Nation wou'd not deserve hanging War Sir talk no more you are and shall be King All power is from Heav'n Earth or Hell Heav'n send 's you his consent in my sucess The People send you all their votes in me Hen. My Lord I have a Conscience I 'll not part with For this and many Kingdoms but you tell me That Royal Virtue first gave royal Power Now I have Royal Virtue Edward none And therefore I must Reign and he be ruin'd Oh! my Lord this is a confounding
much already Why wou'd you cruelly kill the poor Boy I struck him in my Choler but I meant him No farther harm Ric. Who cou'd forbear besides Shou'd we have let him live to cut our Throats Geo. What wou'd have grown up with him but Rebelion Why shou'd a Sprig grow up to be a Tree That wou'd breed nothing else but Caterpillars Ed. His Mother Swoon's use means for her recovery Qu. Oh my dear Son is kill'd my Son is kill'd Speak to thy Mother Son can'st thou not speak Oh murd'rers Butchers Traytors Cannibals Ric. Hence with this rayling Woman Qu. Ay hence with me Out of the world I prithee Richard kill me Murder is all the Almes thou givest the miserable Bestow thy bloudy Charity upon me Have pity on a Queen that begs it of thee Ric. We pity not those that are born to beggery If thou dost beg 't is but thy native poverty Ed. Insult not o're a miserable Woman Madam I pray go hence you shall be us'd With all respect Qu. All the respect of Murderers Is death Oh! bloudy George do thou bestow it Geo. I swear I will not do thee so much kindness Qu. Ay but thou usest to for swear thy self Ed. Madam pray go Qu. Oh! Edward Richard George Be it to you and yours as to this Prince For 't were a shame the Sons of Executioners Shou'd e're be Kings Ric. Away with her away with her The Guard lead out the Qu. and carry out the Pr. Now I will to the Tower to dispatch Henry Aside Till he be kill'd our work is done by halves Ex. Geo. Sir If you please I 'll visit my young Bride Ex. Ed. I have a Beautious Bride to visit too Ex. Scene a Room in the Tower Henry Sleeping Enter the Ghost of Richard the Second Gh. Wake Henry wake to weep then sleep for ever Thy Kingdom 's gone thy only son is kill'd A Dagger is preparing for thy Bosom And when thy bloud is shed my bloud will sleep I 'm that King Richard whom thy Grandfather Depos'd and murder'd and both long and loud My bloud for vengeance call'd and vengeance had First in the wounded Conscience of thy Grandfather Whom all the Royal Oyntment cou'd not heal He liv'd in trouble and he dy'd with horror And next on the short life of thy great Father Who liv'd no longer than to beget thee Who hast lost all the glories of thy Father And dost inherit nothing but the curses Due to thy Grand-father nor doe's the storm Of vengeance only fall on the Usurpers But on the Souls and miserable Race Of all the Traytors and the Fools that Flatter'd Thy Grandfather's successful Villany Who did not know Kings cannot dye alone And now their names are rotting Children dying Their Houses burnt on Earth their Souls in Hell Grin at your Grandfathers you dying wretches Cover'd all o're with shame and dust and bloud For this Estate their Villany conveigh'd you Th' ascending dirty Vapours of the Earth Breed all the storms i th' Ayr. When e're Oh! England Thou hast a mind to see thy Cities fir'd Thy people slaughter'd and thy Country desolate Send-all the dirty Traytours in the Kingdom To climb the Royal Rights and Throne invade Then a high road for vast destruction's made The Ghost goes out and enters with soft Musick one clad in a white Robe Spir. Let not this frightful Vision pious Henry Disturb thy gentle Soul it is not rais'd To breed a storm now thou art near thy Haven Rather to calm the Tempest in thy mind By pointing to thee on what dismal Rock Thy Kingdom and thy life are cast away The bloudy usurpation of thy Grandfather The Crown of England is not made of Clay The Common people so can ne're be crumbled Into that dirt 't is not compos'd if it Nor made of Iron the Sword so cannot rust But of unmingled solid lasting Gold Of Antient Rights and 't is the gift of Heav'n Therefore to Heaven only can be forfeited Therefore 't is call'd Imperial and Sacred And therefore carefully rail'd in by Laws And torn will be his sacrilegious hand Who has no Right to it and yet dares reach it And dares presumptuously pretend a Right Because he stands upon the peoples heads Such was the bold Ambition of thy Grandfather And heav'n frowns upon his Sins not thee Then do not think thy self unkindly us'd Religious Henry that Heaven takes away What is not thine all that is truly thine Thou shalt not part with but for great advantages Thy Son is taken from thee here to live with thee Above for ever thou shalt lose thy life Only to exchange it for Eternity Lose humble quiet for exalted Joy A taste of which wafted in Heavenly Harmony Pure as this lower drossy air admits I bring thee down to raise thy Spirits high A SONG Sung by Spirits to King Henry as he lies asleep COme Heavenly Spirits comforts bring To the most miserable thing Can be on Earth a Ruin'd King As all the Joyes on Earth Vnite To make his prosp'rous Fortune bright So every woe to shade his Night He has but one poor Joy the Grave A thing that 's free to every Slave And that with ease he cannot have For Daggers Swords and Poyson lye To guard his Tomb and make him buy With pain the wretched ease to dye But comfort Prince thy death is near For Dead thou hast no more to fear A fallen Monarchs Hell is here To Fortune he can nothing owe For all that e're she did bestow He payes again in heavy woe They Vanish and Henry wakes Hen. What have I seen and heard Oh! come my murderers And set me forwards on my way to Heaven Whilst I 've such rich provisions for my journey Enter Richard and the Keeper Here comes my murderer less horrid to me In bringing Death than bringing to my sight The horrid Author of my sweet Son's death For so in dream it was reveal'd to me My bloudy Grandfather destroy'd King Richard And now a bloudy Richard destroys me Ric. Go leave us to our selves we must confer Hen. What bloudy Scene has Roscius now to Act Ric. Do you suspect me fear haunt's guilty minds The Thief thinks every bush an Officer Hen. The Bird that sees the Bush where once it self Was lim'd and it 's sweet young lim'd caught and kill'd Cannot but hover round it with misdoubt Ric. What an aspiring Fool was he of Creet VVho taught his Son the office of a Fowl And drown'd the Boy by teaching him to fly Hen. Indeed my Boy was Icarus thy Brother Edward the Sun that did dissolve his wings And thou the gulph that swallowed up his life But many a thousand wretched Father more And many an Orphans water-standing-eye And many a Widows Groan and old man's Sigh Shall rue the Hour that ever thou wast born When thou wast born nature by horrid signes Gave notice to the world of coming Mischief The Birds of night did shrieke and cry to tell
I have Bail Lord Clifford in whose name do you Arrest me Old Cl. In the Kings Name Pl. Then I 'll unfold my self Know hitherto I 've been like a dark Cloud Where scorching heat has been ingendring Thunder The grumbling and the rowling you have heard But now the deadly bolt shall light among you I am your King Hen. Ha! Pl. Yes I am Your King I 'm sprung out of the Royal house of Clarence Whom three usurpers of the house of Lancaster Successively have trodden under feet Whilst they have glittered in our Royal Glory Shone like false Diamonds in our royal Robes Q. Now Sir are we convinc'd we told you truth Pl. And my next Title is the only Claim Duke Henry for I 'll call him now no otherwise Duke Henry borrows from his bloody Grand Father Henry the Fourth I 've twenty thousand men But with this difference Henry's Troops were Villains Deposers of their lawful Sov'reign Richard Mine are defenders of their true King Richard I mean my self Hen. Was ever such Ambitious Frenzy as this Y. Cl. Did not we tell you this Ed. And we will tell you more obey your King I mean my Royal Father or our Swords Shall turn the Arrest of Treason on your selves Old Cl. Surely you think you are among your Beauties Amorous Edward there your Vigour lies Q. Let them admire thy boasts here thou art scorn'd Ed. 'T is said when the brave Duke of Suffolk liv'd Queen Margaret would not contemn a Lover I 'm young and love but yet I am not stricken So blind with beauty but I can discern Both the fair Kingdom and the fair Queen lye Sick of the impotence of a Weak King Qu. Ill manner'd insolence Rich. Why do you talk To this poor wretched Neapolitan She and her Husband are fit for each other He has no heart and she no heart for him Fortune loathed him as soon as e're she saw him Nor from his Cradle never wou'd endure him And her she never did think worth her care Qu. Why well said ugly Crook-back spoken like Thy hideous horrid self I will not do thee so much good to kill thee Thy Soul cannot be worse than where it is Hen. He bears about him what is more deform'd Than humane shape can be his wickedness Pl. I 've shewed my right and here are my three Sons To plead it with their Swords now I 'll produce My last and strongest Title to the Crown The sword of the victorious Earl of Warwick Call in the Earl of Warwick Enter VVarwick War I am here Pl. Inform the ignorant world who is King of England War Whom my sword pleases Hen. Thou against me Warwick What did'st thou never swear Allegiance to me War ' Cause I adored an idol once in ignorance Must I still do so now I see my error Know Duke of Lancaster for you are no more Henry your Grand Father murdered his King Richard the second not content with that He trampled on the rights of the next heirs Your Father warlick Henry I confess Had in desert what he did want in Title But merit makes no lawful claim to Crowns For if it did I wou'd be King of England But I will tell you to your face Duke Henry That you have neither Title nor Desert Qu. Most impudent of Traytours Old Cl. Most impudent of Traytours Y. Cl. Most impudent of Traytours War I 'll speak truth And value not the fury of you all Your Father Henry was a Wall of steel Through which there was no passing to the throne But you are only a soft silken Curtain Which with my hand or breath I 'll put aside And seat your self King Richard in the Throne For it is empty though the Duke be there The Duke is nothing or such poor thin soft stuff The Crown sinks down in him and is not seen Yo. Cl. What have these Traytours conquer'd us already They talk at this bold rare Thou Traytour Warwick Warwick no! when thou didst unking thy King Thou mad'st thy self a Groom by the same law Thou tramplest on thy King a sawcy Groom May set his dirty foot upon thy jaws And tell thee they were made both of one Clay War The duke of Lancaster's no King of mine Y. Cl. VVhence hast thou this from Lawyers and from Scriblers Say the King's Grand-father Murther'd his King And damn'd his Soul for it what 's that to thee Say our prosterity shou'd wrong each other VVhat must their Servants cudgel 'em to honesty Oh! But old stories censure the King's Title Are royal Robes made of such raggs as Pamphlets Yes when a beggar feign wou'd put 'em on One that wou'd beg the Kingdom from the people And such a beggar is Plantagenet Oh! but the lawyers like not the Kings Title VVhat shall the lawyers be the Kingdoms Oracles And judge their Kings who speak but as inspir'd By the Kings Image stampt upon his Gold Let the King give 'em store of golden Pictures And they will give him a substantial title And then the Noble-men must be the Bayliffs To execute the sentence of the Coyfe Damn thy pedantick Treason thou art as far From wit as honour and that 's far enough VVho stopps a River's head up drie's the stream Thou hast divided thy self from thy King The spring of honour so thou hast no honour But art a heap of dirty pesantry Fit only to manure a brave mans fortune A straying Beast with the Devil's mark upon thee Rebellion and I 'll send thee to thy owner Ed. What a fierce talker's this War I laugh at him All this loud noise and fury you have heard Is but the crackling of some burning thorns That hedge the Duke and they will soon be ashes Pl. No more Duke Henry will you yield my Crown Or shall we fall upon you Hen. Must it be so Let us not bloodily Butcher one another But fairly to the field and there in Battle Make an Appeal to Heaven Pl. With all my heart Y. Cl. Then royal Henry fixt on loyal Clifford Stand like a Cedar on a Mountain top Securely rooted and despise all storms Hen. My cause is sixt on Heav'n for it is just War Then sound to Armes All. To Armes to Armes to Armes Exit ACT. II. An Alarm Enter Warwick and Souldiers chasing others over the Stage Enter Plantagent and Old Clifford fighting Old Clifford falls P FArewell old valiant Clifford I shou'd now Be sorry for thee wer 't thou not my Enemy Ex. Old Cl. Be sorry for thy self thou art a Traytour And I for loyalty die honourably Enter Young Clifford Y. Cl. Shame and Confusion all is on the rout My men are fled or kill'd and I alone Stand like a lofty Mast shewing my head Above the Waves when all the Ship is sunk I cannot find my Father not my King Old Cl. Son Yo. Cl. I heard a voice resembling much My Fathers very weak and faint it seemed As he were far from me or near to death Old Cl. Son
I 'll spur away Which way go you Ric. I 'll to the Earl of Warwick Exit Ed. My Horse my Horse I must ride for a Kingdom Enter Lady Eleanor Butler in a riding dress La. El. My Lord Ed. My Love or a fair Vision if a Vision Tell me lest I embrace thee into a Dew La. El. Yes I am that fond she who gave Lord Edward The lovelyest bravest but the most inconstant Of all mankind my hand and heart for ever Ed. Then I am that fond he will lose a Kingdom Rather than one hours pleasure with my Love And so farewell a Kingdom for an hour La. El. I heard you were surrounded by the Queens Numerous Troops and in exceeding danger And I cou'd have no quiet till I came And shar'd your destiny what e're it was Ed. Oh! it was kindly charitably done To speak the truth mine is a scurvy destiny The Enemy is in my Father's Castle And I 've no Beds of Down on Golden Bed-steads Under plum'd Canopies t' embrace my Love in My Destiny wil be to lye to night On some Straw-bed under some low thatch'd Roof And thou shalt share it what if the chil wind Blow on us it will make us lye the closer Or what if we shou'd lye on the cold Earth It was our Grandsire Adam's Bridal Bed 'T was there he gave the start to all mankind La. El. Fye Fye such thoughts as these at such a time When you have a Life and Kingdom to look after Ed. A thousand Lives and Kingdoms are in thee Whilst the Enemies tall fortune stalks about In darkness like a blinded Polyphem We will creep under it into a Cottage Of some of my own faithful Tenants here And safely steal delight like cunning Mariners Pilfring the hold out of the reach of shot La. El. Have you a mind then to be kill'd or taken The Woods are all full of the Enemy Ed. Shou'd all the Trees turn men and the Grass Pikes I will not stir from hence till I 've enjoy'd thee My crooked Brother Richard like a Hook Pull'd me away from thee the other night For which I 'll lay a double Tax on this La. El. Though I am but your Wife in hopes and promises So great an Empire have you over me My heart wou'd not refuse you any Tax Did not your self run danger in the gathering Ed. There is no danger every Cottager In all these parts will hang e're he 'll betray me Then let the loss of the last opportunity Make us so wise to use this whilst we have it La. El. Pray do not ask me Ed. Pray do not deny me La. El. You will be taken Ed. No I 'll warrant you La. El. But if you shou'd Ed. No matter if Thieves come When we have put our Money out to use La. El. You are a strange man Ed. And you are a sweet woman Come come away La. El. Well now if mischief happen Do not blame me Ed. There can no mischief happen Like losing this most blessed opportunity Then come along along La. El. Oh! that I cou'd not Ed. Away away I say La. El. Well since I must Ex. Enter Souldiers dragging Country-men Scene a Cottage 1 Soul Where is your Money Rogues confess you Rogues 1 Coun. Indeed Sir I am a very poor man I get my living by my labour Sir And I have nothing but from hand to mouth 1 Soul You lye you Rogue you lye I know the tricks Of all you Rogues when e're your King wants Money Then you are poor you cannot pay your Taxes But if the Swords of Rebels plow the Nation Then you have Bags and you can bring 'em out Like Baggs of Seed and sow 'em all for Crops To maintain Rogues that fight against your King Nay for that use can pawn your Pots and Kettels But now for us you cannot find a Farthing 2 Coun. Indeed Sir you shou'd have it if I had it VVith all my heart 2 Soul You lye you Rogue you lye I know this Rogue he is one of the damn'd Rebels Plantagenet's chief Tenants a rich Fellow You have no Money for the King's Souldiers But you had Money to fit out your Son A Trooper Sirrah to fight for Rebellion 3 Soul Oh Rogue 2 Soul I knew his Son and kill'd the Dog 2. Co. Oh! wretched me he was my only Son 1. So. Come take the Rogue and hang him on that tree Unless he presently confess his Money 2. Cou. Oh! Sir I will confess I will confess 3. Sou. Then you have money Sirrah 2. Coun. Yes a little 1 Sou. A little Oh! you Rogue just now you had none You have a little too 1 Coun. Yes Sir a little 2 So. And where 's your little Money quickly quickly 2 Cou. Mine is buried here under my Hearth 1 So. Come digg and find it 2 Co. Oh! undone 1 Soul Digg Digg 2 Countryman diggs 2 Soul Where is your Money Sirrah 1 Cou. In my Cow-house Under the Dung. 2 Soul Go Sirrah go and fetch it Exit 1 Countryman 2 Cou. Here 's all my money Sir 2 Soul Here all you Rogue Sirrah you lye you have ten times as much Do not I know you a fat Bacon Rogue That have been smoking in Plantagenet's Chimney These forty years Sirrah I know your purse Cut's a foot thick of Reechy golden fat 2 Cou. Indeed here 's every penny that I have 1 So. Do you think Sirrah we 'll be chous'd o'th is fashion We have hang'd half the people in your Country For offering to put such tricks upon us And therefore have a care 2 Coun. Oh! I 'll confess I 'm an old man and my only Son is kill'd And now I care not what becomes o' me I 'll shew you all I have there it lies buried Uuder yon Oak 1 Soul Go Sirrah go and fetch it Enter the first Countryman 1. Cou. Here 's all I have been getting forty years Pray spare me a little for my two poor Daughters 1. So. How has the Daughters we shall have more sport All 3. So. Hay for the Daughters Hay for the Daughters Ex. 1. Co. Ah! my poor Daughters Ex. Enter the Souldiers chasing two Country Girles who cry help help their Father runns after 'em weeping they all rnn over the Stage After cries within Enter the Souldiers with Money baggs dragging the Countrymen Scene continues 2. Soul So now you stognes how do you like Rebellion You were a Couple of seditious Rogues That us'd at Ale-houses to pay for all That rail'd against the King and Government Now had not you better have Plowed and Carted And pay'd your Taxes honestly and quietly Then have your Money seiz'd your Daughters ravish'd Your Sons knock'd o' the head and your selves hang'd As you shall be 1 Coun. Oh! Sir I hope not so Now you have promis'd us 1 Soul You impudent Doggs Did not you swear Allegiance to your King Yet break your Oaths to him and do you expect We shou'd keep Verbal promises with you 2.
wou'd not have done the same War All of us wou'd and Sir I humbly beg you Think my wild passion was the Woman in me And I 've enjoy'd my Woman as you yours Ed. My Lord I know you wou'd enjoy your Woman I mean your Mistress for you have a Mistress And you who threatned to revolt from me Because some moments which were due to business I gave away to Beauty and to Love Had almost at S. Albans given away Our victory to a Woman that abhorr'd you War Ha! Ed. Yes my Lord I was inform'd the story You woo'd her over her dead Husband's Body Till you were almost taken by the Enemy I do not know her Name I never pry Into your pleasures though you censure mine But thou in Chastity wou'dst seem a Scipio Know that the Woman that thou saw'st me with Was thy own Whore Ric. Ha! Ed. Yes thy own poor Whore A Peasant's dirty Daughter whom thou keep'st By whom thou hast a little tawny Bastard Whom I o' purpose brought to shew thy Faults In th' eyes where thou hast often seen thy face This is the Lady Enter Woman Ric. Cursed treacherous jade Aside Ed. Now Sirs what think you Ge. Pray Sir give me leave To intercede for 'em I see shame covers 'em And to great minds no punishment like shame Rich. Sir not for mine but for my Father's sake Pardon my Errours and accept my Service Kneels both That I may aid you to revenge his Blood War Sir not for mine but for the Kingdoms sake Pardon my Errours and accept my service For I by placing you in the English Throne Shall place the English Throne above the World Ed. Rise both of you I freely pardon you And yet methinks it is unequal usage A King shou'd pardon all the faults of Subjects And Subjects pardon nothing in their King When a King 's crown'd he is not deifyed When he puts on the Royal Robes he does not Therefore put of th' Infirmities of man I own I have my faults and so have you You see I have convinc'd you and I did it That you might leave your faults and pardon mine Or if you kept your faults to part with me For if my Lord of Warwick does design By all his Service only to enslave me I shall lose nothing by his leaving me I can but be a Slave when I am conquer'd And if my Brother Richard has worse ends Ric. Oh! Sir no more unless you do design I shou'd rip up my Breast to shew my heart War Sir I 'll desire no farther pardon of you Till I have writ it in your Enemies Blood And pawn'd my Life and Fortune for my Loyalty Ed. Our Friendship then is stronger for this breach Now let us bend our talk to our Affairs On the sad tidings of my Father's death Which I but lately heard I sent Commissioners To Henry to demand the Crown of him According to the Oath he made in Parliament They are here what tydings Peace or War Enter Commissioners Com. War All. War 1 Com. Th' Amazon Queen drags Henry to the Battel He fain would keep his Oath but she 'll not suffer him Ric. I 'm glad of it I would not for a Kingdom Peace shou'd chain up that Bloody Mastiff Clifford And keep him safe from the edge of our keen Swords War You wrong the Beast to give that name to Clifford An English Mastiff scorns to bite a Child Ed. Now let us march to meet the Enemy This day decides who shall be King of England The right is ours War And Justice will prevail Since Right and Merit both are in the Scale Exeunt ACT. IV. An Alarm Enter King Henry the Queen Prince Clifford Cl. DAmn your unlucky Planets pray Sir get you Out of the Battel 't is impossible For men to fight the malice of your Planets Qu. He tells you true Sir Victory will never Come where you are Hen. Victory will not come Where Perjury is you make me break my Oath Cl. You ought not to have sworn so ill an Oath Pr. Father you cannot give away my Right I 'll rather lose my life than my Inheritance Cl. Spoke like a Prince Hen. Oh! Boy if thou didst know What a Crown was thou wou'dst be more content If I shou'd leave thee no Inheritance But the Example of my vertuous deeds I wish my Father had left me no more Cl. Oh! damn all this come let us to the Battel Ex. Cl. Qu. Pr. Hen. Oh! how this Fellow curses he accuses My Stars for my misfortunes when his Curses Wound all my Men and poyson the Enemies shot Wou'd I were dead if it were Heav'ns good will Lyes down For I am very weary of this World Troublesome folly governs all this World Men live her Vassals and they dye her Martyrs Oh! happy he who in an humble state Only attends on Nature's easie business And brings white heirs down to a quiet Grave Falling to earth as gently as the Snow Alarm Enter a Son bearing his Father Here comes a wretch laden as he believes With happy Fortune 't is with bloudy folly And Heaven has carv'd Fool on his breast with wounds Son Who e're thou art thy life has cost me dear But I 'll repay my self out of thy Gold If thou hast any with the hopes of that I took such pains to kill thee And yet I Who plunder thee may be compel'd e're Night To give my life and plunder to another What 's this Oh! Heaven I have kill'd my Father Oh Father pardon me I did not know thee I was in London prest to serve the King And thou the Earl of Warwick's servant prest To fight on th' other side and so unknown We met and Fought and so unknown I kill'd thee Oh from thy Bosom I will wash away With tears the marks of this unnatural Crime Hen. Oh piteous spectacle Oh sad confusions What horrid errours and unnatural ills Our horrid and unnatural war produces Poor wretch didst thou want tears I cou'd supply thee Enter a Father bearing his Son Fath. Thou that so stoutly hast resisted me Give me thy gold if thou hast any gold For I have bought it with a hundred blows Ha! let me see is this my Enemy Ah no my Son I 've kill'd my only Son Hen. Ah woe on woe Heaven stop these bloudy mischiefs Though by the Death of me and all my Race Son Oh I have ta'ne his life who gave me mine Fath. Oh! I 've kill'd him for whom I wou'd have dyed Son How will my Mother for my Fathers death Take on with me Fath. How will my mourning Wife Accuse me of the slaughter of my Son Hen. How will my people charge all this on me Son I 'll bear thee hence and weep but fight no more Ex. Fath. I 'll bear thee hence and weep but kill no more Except my self with sorrow Ex. Hen. Oh! poor men Here is a King more woful than you all For you grieve for your selves I for you all Oh
principle If Kings may lose their Rights for want of Virtue And Subjects are the Judges of that Virtue Then Kings are Subjects and all Subjects Kings And by that Law that Subjects may destroy Their Kings for want of Virtue other Subjects May think those Subjects Rogues and cut their throats Thus Babel might be builded but no Kingdom Pr. Sir if you be no King we are all Rebels And ought to dye War And you shall reign or dye If you refuse the Crown I 'll carry it back And with it both your heads to ransommine I 'll quench your lives as Mariners wou'd do False lights that lead their Vessels to destruction Qu. Why do you pause Sir will you rather dye And let your Son dye too e're be a King Hen. Powerful Nature is too hard for me Will it not cost more bloud if I shou'd Reign War The VVar is at an end Edward's my Pris'ner Not only doom'd by Heaven unfit to Reign But by his flesh and bloud his Brother Clarence VVho has revolted from him and brought all His Troops to mine and to create between us A lasting league marries my youngest Daughter Pr. And I have given my heart Sir to her sister Oh! do not make me wretched every way Hen. Oh! Nature conquer's me Qu. Oh! happy conquest Pr. Upon my knees Sir I return you thanks Enter George War See here come's he who gallantly to serve His King and Country will forsake his Brother Geo. I thought my blood derived a Crown to us But now I find it derives only Treason To clear the taint I come to set it boyling Over a flaming zeal for the Kings service War VVhat think you now Sir do you judge your title Good when your very Enemies proclaim it Hen. I find it's Heav'ns will that I shou'd Reign My noble Friends let me embrace you both My Lord of Warwick you are fortunate I must beg you to rule for I 'm afraid My thwarting Stars will blast this blessed Land War Your Majesty is wise to foresee evils And good that you wou'd save your people from ' em Here stands a Prince most worthy of command Geo. The world has not more worth than th' Earl of Warwick Hen. Give me your hands I joyn you both together I make you both Protectors of the Kingdom Rule you while I wait only on devotion Qu. So now my Son thy inheritance is safe Pr. May I be happy in my Mistress too Qu. Yes if the King consent Hen. With all my heart War The Marriages shall then be both this minute Hen. VVith whom is Edward trusted War With my Brother The Arch-bishop of York Geo. I 'm told he gives him liberty To hunt and let 's him go out slender guarded War I will have that reform'd in the mean while We openly will proclaim Edward a Traytour And seize his Lands Geo. Let 's guard this City well He has friends here chiefly among the Women And they rule men Scene London Enter Edward Richard disguis'd Ed. Usurping Henry and false changing Warwick Little think certain ruin is so near ' em Ric. I cannot tell what absolution The Priest of York may give his Brother Warwick For all his horrid perjury's and Treason's Warwick will give him none for your escape Ed. I shou'd be sorry if host th' Arch-bishop For all his civil entertainment of me Shou'd have his reck'ning paid him with an Ax. Ric. So shou'd I too for if instead of giving you The publick Freedom which you had to hunt He had confin'd you to Domitians chace Only to hunt flyes in a bed chamber You had not now been here to hunt his Brother Well Sir Go you to all your City Friends I 'll to the Court I have intelligence How I may easily surprize your Enemies If it be feazible I 'll venture on it Ex The Scene a Chapel Prince George their Brides and a Priest at the Altar near 'em King Henry Queen Warwick Guards Attendants A Shout Enter an Officer Off. Arm Arm Arm Lord Edward's in the City War Thou art mad Off. I wish I were I say Lord Edward Is in the City War In the Womens hearts Off. No in the head of Troops of men and Women There 's nothing that can get a Pike or Spit But cry they 'l live and dye by brave King Edward Richard is with him they are all marching hither War Oh! good Arch-bishop You are a faithful Brother We are very wise to trust our souls with priests When their own Brothers cannot trust their heads with 'em I know this Trayt'rous Priest has sold my head To Edward for th' Archbishoprick of Canterbury Hen. Do not too rashly censure an Archbishop Edward might ' scape by wiles War How cheat a Priest Then he deserves the Kingdom for his cunning Do you think it is easie to cheat priests Who by the help but of some barbarous words As Entity Vnity Verity Bonity Qniddity Quantity Quality Causality Have conjur'd all you Kings out of their Kingdoms And Edward cheat a Priest Who let a VVidow cheat him of his Kingdom Oh! but you 'll say a VVoman cheated Adam But Priests cheat women cheat 'em too of things Dear to 'em as their lives their bawdy secrets They make S. Peter's Keys Open all Italian locks enough of prating I 'll go beat Edward and then hang my Brother My Lord Draw up your Troops you Sir stay here To K. Hen. You are unfortunate I do not care To have your curs'd Stars among my men Ex. Qu. I 'll follow and do you Son leave your Bride And go with us for I 'm resolv'd to see thee Heir to the Crown or dying at my Feet Ex. Pr. Fear nothing Love I shall return victorious Your Royal blessing Kneels to the King Hen. VVhat sad divining thoughts are these within me Pr. Oh Sir why do you weep Hen. For thee my Son I 'm bound in duty to thy soul to tell thee Something from Heaven suggests our deaths are near Thou first must dye I must behold the loss Of all that 's dear to me and then must dye Pr. Oh Sir Hen. 'T is so we never in this world Must meet again Pr. Oh how shall I be able To fight when e're I see the enemy My King and Father wounds me to the heart See my Love 's weeping too I 'm shot o' both sides And in my heart the deadly Arrows meet I 'll rather run among the Enemies Swords Than here be kill'd with sorrow by my Friends Ex. Geo. So now will I go joyn my Brother Edward Aside I am secure of Warwick's beautious daughter Now let the Devil take Warwick and his Treason He made me take that brass Coin with his Daughter But I will pay him the damn'd portion back again He made me swear he 'll say but war 's a game And so is Love and Gamesters Oaths are nothing My Brothers Souldiers are got in the place An Alarm They seek their Enemies but shall find Friends Ex. An Alarm