The true Tragedie of Richard Duke of Yorke and the death of good King Henrie the Sixt with the whole contention betweene the two Houses Lancaster and Yorke as it was sundrie times acted by the Right Honourable the Earle of Pembrooke his seruants Printed at London by P. S. for Thomas Millington and are to be sold at his shoppe vnder Saint Peters Church in Cornival 1595. The true Tragedie of Richard Duke of Yorke and the good King Henry the Sixt. Enter Richard Duke of Yorke The Earle of Warwicke The Duke of Norffolke Marquis Montague Edward Earle of March Crookeback Richard and the yong Earle of Rutland with Drumme and Souldiers with white Roses in their hats Warwike I Wonder how the king escapt our hands Yorke Whilst we pursude the horsemen of the North He slilie stole awaie and left his men Whereat the great Lord of Northumland Whose warlike eares could neuer brooke retrait Chargde our maine battels front and therewith him Lord Stafford and Lord Clifford all abrâ—st 〈…〉 Brake in and were by the hands oâ— common Souldiers slain Edw. Lord Staffords father Duke of Buckhingham Is either slaine or wounded dangerouslie I cleft his Beuer with a downe right blow Father that this is true behold his bloud Mont And brother heere 's the Earle of Wiltshires Bloud whom I encountred as the battailes ioâ—â—d Rich. Speake thou for me and tell them what I did York What is your grace dead my L of Summerset Norf. Such hope haue all the line of Iohn of Gaâ—â—â— Rich. Thus doe I hope to shape king Henries head War And so do I victoriâ—us prince of Yorke Before I see thee seated in that throne Which now the house of Lancaster vsurpes I vow by heauens these eies shal neuer close This is the pallace of that fearefull king And that the regall chaire Possesse it Yorke For this is thine and not king Henries heires York Assist me then sweet Warwike and I wil For hither are we broken in by force Norf. Wee le all assist thee and he that flies shall die York Thanks gentle Norffolke Staie by me my Lords and souldiers staie you heere and lodge this night War And when the king comes offer him no Violence vnlesse he seek to put vs out by force Rich Armde as we be le ts staie within this house War The bloudie parlement shall this be calde Vnlâ—â—â—e Plantagenet Duke of Yorke be king And bashfull Henrie be deposde whose cowardise Hath made vs by words to our enemies York Then leaue me not my Lords for now I meane To take possession of my right War Neither the king nor him that loues him best The proudest burd that holds vp Lancaster Dares stirre a wing if Warwike shake his bels I le plant Plantagenet and root him out who dares Resolue thee Richard Claime the English crowne Enter king Henrie the sixt with the Duke of Excester The Earle of Northumberland the Earle of Westmerland and Clifford the Earle of Cumberland withred Roses in their hats King Looke Lordings where the sturdy rebel sits Euen in the chaire of state belike he meanes Backt by the power of Warwike that false peere To aspire vnto the crowne and raigne as king Earle of Northumberland he slew thy father And thine Clifford and you both haue vow'd reuenge On him his sonnes his fauorites and his friends Northu And if I be not heauens be reuengd on me Clif. The hope thereof makes Clifford mourn in steel West What shall we suffer this le ts pull him downe My hart for anger breakes I cannot speake King Be patient gentle Earle of Westmerland Clif. Patience is for pultrouns such as he He durst not sit there had your father liu'd My gratious Lord here in the Parlement Let vs assaile the familie of Yorke North. Well hast thou spoken cosen be it so King O know you not the Cittie fauours them And they haue troopes of soldiers at their becke Exet. But when the D. is slaine thei le quicklie slie King Far be it from the thoughtes of Henries hart To make a shambles of the parlement house Cosâ—â— of Exeter words frownes and threats Shall be the warres that Henrie meanes to vse Thou facâ—tious duke of Yorke descend my throne I am thy soueraigne York Thou art deceiu'd I am thine Exet. For shame come downe he made thee D. of York York T was mine inheritance as the kingdome is Exet. Thy father was a traytor to the crowne War Exeter thou art a traitor to the crowne In following this vsurping Henry Clif. Whom should he follow but his naturall king War Tâ—ue Clif and that is Richard Duke of Yorke King And shall I stande while thou sittest in my throne York Content thy selfe it must and shall be so War Be Duke of Lancaster let him be king West Why he is both king Duke of Lancaster And that the Earle of Westmerland shall mainetaine War And Warwike shall disproue it You forget That we are those that chaste you from the field And slew your father and with colours spred Marcht through the Cittie to the pallas gates Nor. No Warwike I remember it to my griefe And by his soule thou and thy house shall rew it West Plantagenet of thee and of thy sonnes Thy kinsmen and thy friendes I le haue more liues Then drops of bloud were in my fathers vaines Clif. Vrge it no more least in reuenge thereof I send thee Warwike such a messenger As shall reueng his death before I stirre War Poore Clifford how I skorn thy worthles threats York Wil ye we shew our title to the crowne Or else our swords shall plead it in the field King What title haste thou traitor to the Crowne Thy father was as thou art Duke of Yorke Thy grandfather Roger Mortâ—mer earle of March I am the sonne of Henrie the Fift who tamde the French And made the Dolphin stoope and seazd vpon their Townes and prouinces War Talke not of France since thou hast lost it all King â—he Lord protector lost it and not I When I was crownd I was but nine months old Rich. You are olde enough now and yet me thinkes you lose Father teare the Crowne from the Vsurpers head Edw. Do so sweet father set it on your head Mont. Good brother as thou lou'st honorst armes Le ts fight it out and not stand cauilling thus Rich. Sound drums and trumpets the king will sly York Peace sonnes Nâ—rthum Peace thou and giue king Henry leaue to speake King Ah Plantagenet why seekest thou to depose me Are we not both both Plantagenets by birth And from two brothers line allie discent Suppose by right and equitie thou be king Thinkst thou that I will leaue my kinglie seate Whereâ—n my father and my grandsire sat No first shall warre vnpeople this my realme I and our colours often borne in France And now in England to our harts great sorrow Shall be my winding sheete why saint you Lords My titles better farre than his
kingdome saie For eâ—ther that is thine or else thou wert not his Enter the Earle of Warwike Montague with drum ancient and souldiers War How now faire Lords what sare what newes abroad Rich. Ah Warwike should we report the balefull Nâ—â—â—◠〈◊〉 at each words deliuerance stab poinyardes In our flesh till all were told the words would adde More 〈◊〉 then the wounds Ah valiant Lord the Duke of Yorke is slaine Edw. Ah Warwike Warwike that Plantagenet Which held thee deere I euen an his soules redemption Is by the â—â—â—â—ne L. Clifford done to death War Ten daiâ—s a go I drownd those newes in teares And now to adde more measure to your woes I come to tell you things since then befalne After the bloudie fraie at Wakefield fought Where your braue father breath'd his latest gaspe Tidings as swiflie as the post could runne Was brought me of your losse and his departure I then in London keeper of the King Mustred my souldâ—ers gathered flockes of friends And verie vvell appointed as I thought Marcht to saint Albons to entercept the Queene Bearing the King in my behalfe along For by my scoutes I was aduertised That she was comming with a full intent To dash your late decree in parliament Touching king Henries heires and your succession Short tale to make we at Saint Albons met Our battel 's ioinde and both sides fiercelie fought But whether t was the coldnesse of the king He lookt full gentlie on his warlike Queene That robde my souldiers of their heated spleene Or whether t was report of his successe Or more then common feare of Cliffords rigor Who thunders to his captaines bloud and death I cannot tell But to conclude with truth Their weapons like to lightnings went and came Our souldiers like the might Owles lasie flight Or like an idle thresher with a â—laile Fel gentlie downe as if they smote their friends I cheerd them vp with iustice of the cause With promise of hie paie and great rewardes But all in vaine they had no harts to fight Nor we in them no hope to win the daie So that We fled The king vnto the Queene Lord George your brother Norffolke and my selfe In hast post hast are come to ioine with you For in the marches here we heard you were Making another head to fight againe Edw. Thankes gentle Warwike How farre hence is the Duke with his power And when came George from Burgundie to England War Some fiue miles off the Duke is with his power But as for your brother he was latelie sent From your kind Aunt Duches of Burgundie With aide of souldiers gainst this needfull warre Rich. T was ods belike when valiant Warwike fled Oft haue I heard thy praises in pursute But nere till now thy scandall of retire War Nor now my scandall Richard dost thou heare For thou shalt know that thâ—s right hand of mine Can plucke the Diadem from â—aint Henries head And wring the awefull scepter from his fist Were he as famous and as bold in warre As he is famde for mildnesse peace and praier Rich. I know it well Lord Warwike blame me not T was loue I bare thy glories made me speake But in this troublous time what 's to be done Shall we gothrow away our coates of steele And clad our bodies in blacke mourning gownes Numbring our Auemaries with our beades Or shall we on the helmets of our foes Tell our deuotion with reuengefull armes If for the last saie I and to it Lords War Why therefore Warwike came to find â— you out And therefore comes my brother Montague Attend me Lords the proud insulting Queene With Clifford and the haught Northumberland And of their feather manie mo proud birdes Haue wrought thâ— easie melting king like waxe He sware consent to your succession His oath inrolled in the Parliament But now to London all the crew are gone To frustrate his oath or what besides May make against the house of Lancaster Thâ—iâ— power I gesse them fifty thousand strong Now if the helpe of Norffolke and my selfe Can but amount to 48. thousand With all the friendes that thou braue earle of March Among the louing Welshmen canst procure Why via To London will we march amaine And once againe beâ—â—â—ide our foming steedes And once againe crie charge vpon the foe But neuer once againe turne backe and flâ—e Rich. I now me thinkes I heare great Warwike speake Nere maie he liue to see a sunshine daie That cries râ—tire when Warwike bids him stay Edw. Lord Warwike on thy shoulder will I leane And when thou faints must Edward fall Which perill heauen forefend War No longer Earle of March but Duke of Yorke The next degree is Englands royall king And king of England and shalt thou be proclaimde In euery burrough as we passe along And he that casts not vp his cap for ioie Shall for the offence make forfeit of his head King Edward valiant Richard Montague Stay we no longer dreaming of renowne But forward to effect these resolutions Enâ—er a Messenger Mes The Duke of Norffolke sends you word by me The Queene is comming with a puissant power And craues your companie for speedie councell War Why then it sorts braue Lordes Le ts march away Exeunt Omnes Enter the King and Queene Prince Edward and the Northerne Earles with drum and Souldiers Quee. Welcome my Lord to this braue town of York Yonder 's the head of that ambitious enemie That sought to be impaled with your crowne Doth not the obiect please your eie my Lord King Euen as the rockes please them that feare their wracke Withhold reuenge deare God t is not my fault Nor wittinglie haue I infringde my vow Clif My gratious Lord this too much lenitie And harmefull pittie must be laid aside To whom do Lyons cast their gentle lookes Not to the beast that would vsurpe his den Whose hand is that the sauage Beare doth licke Not his that spoiles his young before his face Whose â—â—apâ—s the lurking serpentes mortall sting Not he that sets his foot vpon her backe The smallest worme will turne being troden on And Doues will pecke in rescue of their broode Ambitious Yorke did leuell at thy Crowne Thou smiling while he knit his angrie browes He but a Duke would haue his sonne a king And raise his issue like a louing sire Thou being a king blest with a goodlie sonne Didst giue consent to disinherit him Which argude thee a most vnnaturall father Vnreasonable creatures feed their yong And though mans face be fearefull to their eies Yet in protect on of their tender ones Who hath not seene them euen with those same wings Which they haue sometime vsde in fearefull flight Make warre with him that climes vnto their nest Offring their owne liues in their yongs defence For shame my Lord make them your president Were it not pittie that this goodlie boy should lose his birth right through his fathers fault And long hereafter saie vnto his child
What my great grandfather and grandfire got My carelesse father fondlie gaue awaie Looke on the boy and let his manlie face Which promiseth successefull fortune to vs all Steele thy melting thoughtes To keepe thine owne and leaue thine owne with him King Full wel hath Clifford plaid the Orator Inferring arguments of mighty force But tell me didst thou neuer yet heare tell That things euill got had euer bad successe And happie euer was it for that sonne Whose father for his hoording went to hell I leaue my sonne my vertuous deedes behind And would my father had left me no more For all the rest is held at such a rate As askes a thousand times more care to keepe Then maie the present profit counteruaile Ah cosen Yorke would thy best friendes did know How it doth greeue me that thy head stands there Quee. My Lord this harmefull pittie makes your followers faint You promisde knighthood to your princelie soâ—ne Vnsheath your sword and straight doe dub him knight Kneele downe Edward King Edward Plantagenet 〈…〉 knight And learne this lesson boy draw â—â—y sword in right Prince My gratâ—ous father by your kingly leaue I le draw it as apparant to the â—â—owne And in that 〈…〉 to the death Northum Why that is spoken like a toward prince Enter a Messenger Mes Royall commaunders be in readinesse For with a band of fiftie thousand men Comes Warwike backing of the Duke of Yorke And in the townes whereas they passe along Proclaimes him king and manie flies to him Prepare your battels for they be at hand Clif. I would your highnesse would depart the field The Queene hath best successe when you are absent Quee. Do good my Lord and leaue vs to our fortunes King Why that 's my fortune therefore I le stay still Clif. Be it with resolution then to fight Prince Good father cheere these noble Lords Vnsheath your sword sweet father crie Saint George Clif. Pitch we our battell heere for hence wee will not moue Enter the house of Yorke Edward Now peâ—â—uâ—â—e Henrie vvilt thou yeelde thy crovvne And kneele for mercie at thy soueraignes feete Queen Go rate thy minions proud insulting boy Becomes it thee to be thus malepert Before thy kâ—ng and lawfull soueraigne Edw. I am his king and he should bend his knee I was adopted heâ—â—e by his consent George Since when he hath broke his oath For as we heare you that are king Though he dâ—e weare the Crowne Haue causde hâ—m by new act of Parlement To blot our brother out and put his owne son in Clif. And reason George Who should succeede the father but the son Rich. Are you their butcher Clif. I Crookbacke here I stand to answere thee or any of your sort Rich. T was you that kild yong Rutland was it not Clif. Yes and old Yorke too and yet not satisfide Rich. For Gâ—ds sake Lords giue synald to the fight War What saiest thou Henry wilt thou yeelde thy crowne Queen What long tongde War dare you speake When you and I met at saint Albones last Your legs did better seruice than your hands War I then t was my turne to flee but now t is thine Clif. You said so much before and yet you fled War T was not your valour Clifford that droue mee thence Northum No nor your manhood Warwike that could make you staie Rich. Northumberland Northumberland wee holde Thee reuerentlie Breake off the paâ—â—â—e foâ— scarse I can refraine the execution of my big swolne Hart against that Clifford there that Cruell child-killer Clif Why I kild thy father calst thou him a child Rich. I like a villaine and a trecherous coward As thou didst kill our tâ—nder brother Rutland But ere sunne set I le make thee curse the dâ—ed King Haue doone with wordes great Lordes and Hear me speake Queen Defie them then or else hold close thy lips King I prethe giue no limits to my tongue I am a king and priuiledge to speake Clif. My Lord the wound that bred this meeting here Cannot be cru'd with words therefore be still Rich. Then executioner vnsheath thy sword By him that made vs all I am resolu'de That Cliffords manhood hangs vpon his tongue Edw. What saist thou Henry shall I hâ—ue my right or no A thousand men haue broke their fast to daie That nere shall dine vnlesse thou yeeld the crowne War If thou denie their blouds be on thy head For Yorke in iustice puts his armour on Prin. If all be right that Warwike saies is right There is no wrong but all things must be right Rich. Whosoeuer got thee there thy mother stands For well I wot thou hast thy mothers tongue Queen But thou art neither like thy sire nor dam But like a soule mishapen stygmaticke Markt by the destinies to be auoided As venome Todes or Lizards fainting lookes Rich. Iron of Naples hid with English gilt Thy father beares the tâ—tle of a king As if a channell should be calde the Sea Shames thou not knowing from whence thou art deRiu'de to parlie thus with Englands lawfull heires Edw. A wispe of straw were worth a thousand crowns To make that shamelesse câ—llet know her selfe Thy husbands father reueld in the hart of France And tam'de the French and made the Doiphin stoope And had he macht according to his state He might haue kept that glorie till this daie But when he tooke a begger to his bed And gracst thy poore sire with his bridall daie Then that sun-shine bred a showre for him Which washt his fathers fortunes out of France And heapt seditions on his crowne at home For what hath mou'd these tumults but thy pride Hadst thou beene meeke our title yet had slept And we in pittie of the gentle king Had slipt our claime vntill an other age George But when we saw our summer brought the gaine And that the haruest brought vs no increase We set the axe to thy vsurping root And though the edge haue something hit our selues Yet know thou we will neuer cease to strike Till we haue hewne thee downe Or bath'd thy growing with our heated blouds Edw. And in this resolution I defie thee Not willing anie longer conference Since thou deniest the gentle king to speake Sound trumpets let our bloudie colours waue And either victorie or else a graue Quee. Staie Edward staie Edw. Hence wrangling woman I le no longer staie Thy words will cost ten thousand liues to daie Exeunt Omnes Alarmes Enter Warwike War Sore spent with toile as runners with the race I laie me downe a little while to breath For strokes receiude and manie blowes repaide Hath robd my strong knit sinnews of their strength And force perforce needes must I rest my selfe Enter Edward Edw. Smile gentle heauens or strike vngentle death That we maie die vnlesse we gaine the daie What fatall starre malignant frownes from heauen Vpon the harmelesse line of Yorkes tâ—ue house Enter George George Come brother come le ts to the field
your loue and fauour Humblie to kisse your hand and with my tongue To tell the passions of my soueraines hart Where same late entring at his heedfull cares Hath plast thy glorious image and thy vertues Queen King Lewes and Lady Bona heare me speake Before you answere Warwike or his words For hee it is hath done vs all these wrongs War Iniurious Margaret Prince Ed. And why not Queene War Because thy father Henry did vsurpe And thou no more art Prince then shee is Queene Ox. Then Warwike disanuls great Ioha of Gaunt That did subdue the greatest part of Spaine And after Iohn of Gaunt wise Henry the fourth Whose wisedome was a mirrour to the world And after this wise prince Henry the fift Who with his prowesse conquered all France From these our Henries lincallie discent War Oxford how haps that in this smooth discourse You told not how Henry the sixt had lost All that Henry the fift had gotten Me thinkes these peeres of France should smile at that But for the rest you tell a pettigree Of three score and two yeares a sillie time To make prescription for a kingdomes worth Oxf. Why Warwike canst thou denâ—e thy king Whom thou obeyedst thirtie and eight yeeres And bewray thy treasons with a bluâ—h War Can Oxford that did euer fence the right Now buckler falshood with a pettigree For shâ—me leaue Henry and call Edward king Oxf. Call him my king by whom mine elder Brother the Lord Aubray Vere was done to death And more than so my father euen in the Downefall of his mellowed yeares When age did call him to the dore of deatâ— No Warwike no whilst life vpholds this arme This arme vpholds the house of Lancaster War And I the house of Yorke K Lewes Queene Margaret prince Edward and Oxford voâ—chsafe to forbeare a while Till I doe talke a word with Warwike Now Warwike euen vpon thy honor tell me true Is Edward lawfull king or no For I were loath to linke with him that is not lawful heir War Thereon I pawne mine honour and my credit Lew. What is he gratious in the peoples eies War The more that Henry is vnfortunate Lew. What is his loue to our sister Buna War Such it seemes As maie beseeme a monarke like himselfe My selfe haue often heard him sâ—â—e and sweare That this his loue was an eternall plant The roâ—t whereof was fixt in vertues ground The leaues and fruite maintainde with beautiâ—s sun Exempt from enuie but not from disdaine Vnlesse the ladie Bona quite his paine Lew. Then sister let vs heare your firme resolue Bona. Your grant or your denial shall be mine But ere this daie I must confesse when I Haue heard your kings deserts recounted Mine eares haue tempted iudgement to desire Lew. Then draw neere Queene Margaret and be a Witnesse that Bona shall be wife to the English king Prince Edw. To Edward but not the English king War Henry now liues in Scotland at his ease Where hauing nothing nothing can be lose And as for you your seife our quondun Queene You haue a father able to mainetaine your state And better t were to trouble him them France Sound for a post within Lew. Here comes some post Warwike to thee orvs Post My Lord ambassador this letter is for you Sent from your brother Marquis Montague This from our king vnto your Maiestie And these to you Madam from whom I know not Oxf. I like it well that our saire Queene and mistresse Smiles at her newes when Warwike frets as his P. Ed. And marke how Lewes stamps as he were nettled Lew. Now Margaret Warwike what are your news Queen Mine such as fils my hart full of ioie War Mine full of sorrow and harts discontent Lew. What hath your king married the Ladie Gray And now to excuse himselfe sends vs a post of papers How dares he presume to vse vs thus Quee. This proueth Edwards loue Warwiks honesty War King Lewis I here protest in sight of heauen And by the hope I haue of heauenlie blisle That I am cleare from this misdeed of Edwards No more my king for hâ— diâ—â—onours me And most himselfe if he could see his shâ—me Did I forget that by the house of Yorke My father came vntimelie to his death Did I let passe the abuse done to my neece Did I impale him with the regall Crowne And thrust king Henry from his natiue home And most vngratefull doth he vse me thus My gratious Queene pardon what is past And henceforth I am thy true sâ—ruâ—toâ—r I will reuenge the wrongs done to ladie Bona And replant Henry in his former state Queen Yes Warwike I doe quite forget thy former Faults if now thou wilt become king Henries friend War So much his friend I his vnfained friend That if king Lewes vouchsafe to furnish vs With some few bands of chosen souldiers I le vndertake to land them on our coast And force the Tyrant from his seate by warre T is not his new made bride shall succour him Lew. Then at the last I fiâ—mâ—lie am â—esolu'd You shall haue aide and English messenger returne In post and tell false Edward thy supposed kâ—ng That Lewis of France is sending ouer Maskers To reuell it with him and his new bride Bona Tell him in hope hee le be a Widower shortlie I le weare the willow garland for hâ—s sake Queen Tell him my mourning weedes be laidle aside And I am readie to put armour on War Tell him from me that he hath done me wrong And therefore I le vncrowne him er'e be long Thear 's thy reward begone Lew. But now tell me Warwike what assurance I shall haue of thy true loyaltie War This shall assure my constant loyaltie If that our Queene and this young prince agree I le ioine mine eldest daughter and my ioie To him forthwith in holie wedlockes bandes Queen Withall my hart that match I like full wel Loue her sonne Edward shee is faite and yong And giue thy hand to Warwike for thy loue Lew. It is enough and now we will prepare To leuie 〈…〉 for to go with you And you Lord Bourbon our high Admirall Shall waft them safelie to the English coast And chase proud Edward from his slumbring trance For mocking marriage with the name of France War I camâ— from Edward as I mbassadour But I returne his sworne and mortall foâ— Matter of marriage was the charge he gaue me But dreadfull warre shall answere his demand Had he none else to make a stale but me Then none but I shall turne his iest to sorrow I was the chiâ—fe that raisde him to the crowne And I le be chiefe to bring him downe againe Not that I pittie Henries miserie But seeke reuenge on Edwards mockerie Exit Enter king Edward the Queene and Clarence and Gloster and Montague and Hastings and Penbrooke with souldiers Edw. Brothers of Clarence and of Glocester What thinke you of our marriage with the ladie Gray
I haue fought with Penbrooke his followers I le come and tell thee what the ladie Bona saies And so for a while farewell good Duke of Yorke Exeunt some with Edward Cla. What followes now all hithertoo goes well But we must dispatch some letters to France To tell the Queene of our happy fortune And bid hir come with speed to ioine with vs. War I that 's the first thing that we haue to doe And free king Henry from imprisonment And see him seated in his regall throne Come let vs haste awaie and hauing past these cares I le post to Yorke and see how Edward fares Exeunt Omnes Enter Gloster Hastings and sir VVilliam Stanly Glo. Lord Hastings and 〈◊〉 VVilliam Stanly Know that the cause I sent for you is this I looke my brother with a slender traine Should come a hunting in this forrest heere The Bishop of Yorke be friends him much And lets him vse his pleasure in the chase Now I haue priuilie sent him word How I am come with you to rescue him And see where the huntsman and he doth come Enter Edward and a Huntsman Hunts This waie my Lord the deere is gone Edw. No this waie huntsman see where the Keepers stand Now brother and the rest What are you prouided to depart Glo. I I the horse stands at the parke corner Come to Linne and so take shipping into Flanders Edw. Come then Hastings and Stanlie I will Requite your loues Bishop farewell Sheeld thee from Warwikes frowne And praie that I maie repossesse the crowne Now huntsman what will you doe Hunts Marrie my Lord I thinke I had as good Goe with you as tarrie heere to be hangde Edw. Come then le ts awaie with speed Exeunt Omnes Enter the Queene and the Lord Riuers Riuers Tel me good maddam why is your grace So paâ—â—â—onate of late Queen Why brother Riuers heare you not the newes Of that successe king Edward had of late Riu. Whatâ— losse of some pitcht battaile against Warwike Tush feare not faire Queen but cast those cares aside King Edwards noble mind his honours doth display And Warwike maie loose though then he got the day Queen If that were all my griefes were at an end But greater troubles will I â—â—arâ— befall Riu What is he taken prisoner by the foe To the danger of his royall person then Queen I thear 's my griefe king Edward is surprisde And led awaie as prisoner vnto Yorke Riu. The newes is passing strange I must confesse Yet comfort your selfe for Edward hath more friends Then Lancaster at this time must perceiue That some will set him in his throne againe Queen God grant they maie but gentle brother come And let me leane vpon thine arme a while Vntill I come vnto the sanctuaâ—ie There to preserue the fâ—uâ—t within my wombe K. Edwards seed true heire to Englands crowne Exit Enter Edward and Richard and Hastings with a troope of Hollanders Edw. Thus far from Belgia haue we past the seas And marcht from Raunspur hauen vnto Yorke But soft the gates are shut I like not this Rich. Sound vp the drum and call them to the wals Enter the Lord Maire of Yorke vpon the wals Mair My Lords we had notice of your comming And that 's the cause we stand vpon our garde An I shut the gates for to preserue the towne Henry now is king and we are sworne to him Edw. Why my Lord Maire if Henry be your king Edward I am sure at least is Duke of Yorke Mair Truth my Lord we know you for no lesse Edw I craue nothing but my Dukedome Rich. But when the Fox hath gotten in his head Hee le quicklie make the boâ—ie follow after Hast Why my Lord Maire what stand you vpon points Open the gates we are king Henries friends Mair Saie you so then I le open them presentlie Exit Maire Ri. By my â—aith a wise stout captain soone perswaded The Maire opens the dore and bâ—ings the keies in his hand Edw. So my Lord Maire these gates must not be shut But in the time of warre giue me the keies What feare not man for Edward will defend the towne and you despight of all your foes Enter sir Iohn Mountgommery with drumme and souldiers How now Richard who is this Rich. Brother this is sir Iohn Mountgommery A trustie friend vnlesse I be deceâ—ude Edw. Welcome sir Iohn Wherfore come you in armes Sir Iohn To helpe king Edward in this time of stormes As euerie loyall subiect ought to doe Edw. Thankes braue Mountgommery But I onlie claime my Dukedom Vntil iâ— please God to send the rest Sir Iohn Then saâ—e you wel Drum strike vp and let vs March away I came to serue a king and not a Duke Edw. Nay staâ—e sir Iohn and let vs first debate With what security we maie doe this thing Sir Iohn What stand you on debating to be briefe Except you presently proclaime your selfe our king I le hence againe and keepe them backe that come to Succour you why should we fight when You pretend no title Rich Fie brother fie stand you vpon tearmes Resolue your selfe and let vs claime the crowne Edw. I am resolude once more to claime the crowne And win it too or else to loose my life Sir Iohn I now my soueraigne speaketh like himselfe And now will I be Edwards Champion Sound Trumpets for Edward shall be proclaimd Edward the fourth by the grace of God king of England and France and Lord of Ireland and whosoeuer gainsaâ—es king Edwards â—ight by this I challenge him to single sight long liue Edward the fourth All. Long liue Edward the fourth Edw. We thanke you all Lord Maire leade on the waie For this night wee le haâ—bour here in Yorke And then â—s eaâ—â—e as the morning sunne Lâ—ftes vp his beames aboue this hoâ—ison Wee le march to London to meete with VVarwike And pull salâ—e Henry from the Regall throne Exeunt Omnes Enter VVarwike and Clarence with the Crowne and then king Henry and Oxford and Summerset and the yong Earle of Richmond King Thus from the prison to this prince lie seat By Gods great mercies am I brought Againe Clarence and VVarwike doe you Keepe the crowne and gouerue and protect My realme in peace and I will spend the Remnant of my daies to sinnes rebuke And my Creators praise VVar. What answeres Clarence to his soueraignes will Cla. Clarencâ— agrees to what king Henry likes King My Lord of Summerset what prettie Boie is that you seeme to be so carefull of Sum And it please your grace it is youg Henry Earle of Richmond King Henry of Richmond Come hither pretie Ladde If heauenlie powers doe aime aright To my diuining thoughts thou pretie boy Shalt proue this Countries blisse Thy head is made to weare a princelie crowne Thy lookes are all repleat with Maiestie Make much of him my Lords For this is he shall helpe you more Then you are hurt by me Enter one