What Title 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.
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