The Third Part of King Henry the Sixth. Уильям Шекспир

        WARWICK. I wonder how the King escap'd our hands.

        YORK. While we pursu'd the horsemen of the north,

          He slily stole away and left his men;

          Whereat the great Lord of Northumberland,

          Whose warlike ears could never brook retreat,

          Cheer'd up the drooping army, and himself,

          Lord Clifford, and Lord Stafford, all abreast,

          Charg'd our main battle's front, and, breaking in,

          Were by the swords of common soldiers slain.

        EDWARD. Lord Stafford's father, Duke of Buckingham,

          Is either slain or wounded dangerous;

          I cleft his beaver with a downright blow.

          That this is true, father, behold his blood.

        MONTAGUE. And, brother, here's the Earl of Wiltshire's blood,

          Whom I encount'red as the battles join'd.

        RICHARD. Speak thou for me, and tell them what I did.

                                       [Throwing down SOMERSET'S head]

        YORK. Richard hath best deserv'd of all my sons.

          But is your Grace dead, my Lord of Somerset?

        NORFOLK. Such hope have all the line of John of Gaunt!

        RICHARD. Thus do I hope to shake King Henry's head.

        WARWICK. And so do I. Victorious Prince of York,

          Before I see thee seated in that throne

          Which now the house of Lancaster usurps,

          I vow by heaven these eyes shall never close.

          This is the palace of the fearful King,

          And this the regal seat. Possess it, York;

          For this is thine, and not King Henry's heirs'.

        YORK. Assist me then, sweet Warwick, and I will;

          For hither we have broken in by force.

        NORFOLK. We'll all assist you; he that flies shall die.

        YORK. Thanks, gentle Norfolk. Stay by me, my lords;

          And, soldiers, stay and lodge by me this night.

                                                          [They go up]

        WARWICK. And when the King comes, offer him no violence.

          Unless he seek to thrust you out perforce.

        YORK. The Queen this day here holds her parliament,

          But little thinks we shall be of her council.

          By words or blows here let us win our right.

        RICHARD. Arm'd as we are, let's stay within this house.

        WARWICK. The bloody parliament shall this be call'd,

          Unless Plantagenet, Duke of York, be King,

          And bashful Henry depos'd, whose cowardice

          Hath made us by-words to our enemies.

        YORK. Then leave me not, my lords; be resolute:

          I mean to take possession of my right.

        WARWICK. Neither the King, nor he that loves him best,

          The proudest he that holds up Lancaster,

          Dares stir a wing if Warwick shake his bells.

          I'll plant Plantagenet, root him up who dares.

          Resolve thee, Richard; claim the English crown.

                                            [YORK occupies the throne]

        KING HENRY. My lords, look where the sturdy rebel sits,

          Even in the chair of state! Belike he means,

          Back'd by the power of Warwick, that false peer,

          To aspire unto the crown and reign as king.

          Earl of Northumberland, he slew thy father;

          And thine, Lord Clifford; and you both have vow'd revenge

          On him, his sons, his favourites, and his friends.

        NORTHUMBERLAND. If I be not, heavens be reveng'd on me!

        CLIFFORD. The hope thereof makes Clifford mourn in steel.

        WESTMORELAND. What, shall we suffer this? Let's pluck him down;

          My heart for anger burns; I cannot brook it.

        KING HENRY. Be patient, gentle Earl of Westmoreland.

        CLIFFORD. Patience is for poltroons such as he;

          He durst not sit there had your father liv'd.

          My gracious lord, here in the parliament

          Let us assail the family of York.

        NORTHUMBERLAND. Well hast thou spoken, cousin; be it so.

        KING HENRY. Ah, know you not the city favours them,

          And they have troops of soldiers at their beck?

        EXETER. But when the Duke is slain they'll quickly fly.

        KING