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• The Second Part of King Henry the Sixth: Dramatis PersonÆ.
• Act I.
• Scene I.—: London. a Room of State In the Palace.
• Scene II.—: The Same. a Room In Theduke of Gloucester’shouse.
• Scene III.—: The Same. a Room In the Palace.
• Scene IV.—: The Same. Theduke of Gloucester’sgarden.
• Act II.
• Scene I.—: St. Alban’s.
• Scene II.—: London. Theduke of York’sgarden.
• Scene III.—: The Same. a Hall of Justice.
• Scene IV.—: The Same. a Street.
• Act III.
• Scene I.—: The Abbey At Bury St. Edmund’s.
• Scene II.—: Bury St. Edmund’s. a Room In the Palace.
• Scene III.—: London.cardinal Beaufort’sbedchamber.
• Act IV.
• Scene I.—: Kent. the Seashore Near Dover.
• Scene II.—: Blackheath.
• Scene III.—: Another Part of Blackheath.
• Scene IV.—: London. a Room In the Palace.
• Scene V.—: The Same. the Tower.
• Scene VI.—: London. Cannon Street.
• Scene VII.—: The Same. Smithfield.
• Scene VIII.—: The Same. Southwark.
• Scene IX.—: Kenilworth Costle.
• Scene X.—: Kent. Iden’s Garden.
• Act V.
• Scene I.—: Kent. Fields Between Dartford and Blackheath.
• Scene II.—: Saint Alban’s.
• Scene III.—: Field Near Saint Alban’s.

Scene II.—

Saint Alban’s.

Alarums: Excursions. EnterWarwick.

War.

Clifford of Cumberland, ’tis Warwick calls:

And if thou dost not hide thee from the bear,

Now, when the angry trumpet sounds alarm,

And dead men’s cries do fill the empty air,

Clifford, I say, come forth, and fight with me!

Proud northern lord, Clifford of Cumberland,

Warwick is hoarse with calling thee to arms.

EnterYork.

How now, my noble lord! what! all afoot?

York.

The deadly-handed Clifford slew my steed;

But match to match I have encounter’d him,

And made a prey for carrion kites and crows

Even of the bonny beast he lov’d so well.

Enter OldClifford.

War.

Of one or both of us the time is come.

York.

Hold, Warwick! seek thee out some other chase,

For I myself must hunt this deer to death.

War.

Then, nobly, York; ’tis for a crown thou fight’st.

As I intend, Clifford, to thrive to-day,

It grieves my soul to leave thee unassail’d.

[Exit.

Clif.

What seest thou in me, York? why dost thou pause?

York.

With thy brave bearing should I be in love,

But that thou art so fast mine enemy.

Clif.

Nor should thy prowess want praise and esteem,

But that ’tis shown ignobly and in treason.

York.

So let it help me now against thy sword

As I in justice and true right express it.

Clif.

My soul and body on the action both!

York.

A dreadful lay! address thee instantly.

Clif.

La fin couronne les œuvres.

[They fight, andCliffordfalls and dies.

York.

Thus war hath given thee peace, for thou art still.

Peace with his soul, heaven, if it be thy will!

[Exit.

Enter YoungClifford.

Y. Clif.

Shame and confusion! all is on the rout:

Fear frames disorder, and disorder wounds

Where it should guard. O war! thou son of hell,

Whom angry heavens do make their minister,

Throw in the frozen bosoms of our part

Hot coals of vengeance! Let no soldier fly:

He that is truly dedicate to war

Hath no self-love; nor he that loves himself

Hath not essentially, but by circumstance,

The name of valour.

[Seeing his father’s body.

O! let the vile world end,

And the premised flames of the last day

Knit heaven and earth together;

Now let the general trumpet blow his blast,

Particularities and petty sounds

To cease!—Wast thou ordain’d, dear father,

To lose thy youth in peace, and to achieve

The silver livery of advised age,

And, in thy reverence and thy chair-days thus

To die in ruffian battle? Even at this sight

My heart is turn’d to stone: and while ’tis mine

It shall be stony. York not our old men spares:

No more will I their babes: tears virginal

Shall be to me even as the dew to fire;

And beauty, that the tyrant oft reclaims,

Shall to my flaming wrath be oil and flax.

Henceforth I will not have to do with pity:

Meet I an infant of the house of York,

Into as many gobbets will I cut it

As wild Medea young Absyrtus did:

In cruelty will I seek out my fame.

Come, thou new ruin of old Clifford’s house:

[Taking up the body.

As did Æneas old Anchises bear,

So bear I thee upon my manly shoulders;

But then Æneas bare a living load,

Nothing so heavy as these woes of mine.

[Exit.

EnterRichardandSomerset,fighting;Somersetis killed.

Rich.

So, lie thou there;

For underneath an alehouse’ paltry sign,

The Castle in Saint Alban’s, Somerset

Hath made the wizard famous in his death.

Sword, hold thy temper; heart, be wrathful still:

Priests pray for enemies, but princes kill.

[Exit.

Alarums: Excursions. EnterKing Henry, Queen Margaret,and Others, retreating.

Q. Mar.

Away, my lord! you are slow: for shame, away!

K. Hen.

Can we outrun the heavens? good Margaret, stay.

Q. Mar.

What are you made of? you’ll nor fight nor fly:

Now is it manhood, wisdom, and defence,

To give the enemy way, and to secure us

By what we can, which can no more but fly.

[Alarum afar off.

If you be ta’en, we then should see the bottom

Of all our fortunes: but if we haply scape,

As well we may, if not through your neglect,

We shall to London get, where you are lov’d,

And where this breach now in our fortunes made

May readily be stopp’d.

Re-enter YoungClifford.

Y. Clif.

But that my heart’s on future mischief set,

I would speak blasphemy ere bid you fly;

But fly you must: uncurable discomfit

Reigns in the hearts of all our present parts.

Away, for your relief! and we will live

To see their day and them our fortune give.

Away, my lord, away!

[Exeunt.