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Act I, Scene 2
1Sandal Castle.
2Enter Richard, Edward, and Montague.
3RichardBrother, though I be youngest, give me leave.
4EdwardNo, I can better play the orator.
5MontagueBut I have reasons strong and forcible.
6Enter the Duke of York.
7YorkWhy, how now, sons and brother! at a strife?
What is your quarrel? how began it first?
8EdwardNo quarrel, but a slight contention.
9YorkAbout what?
10RichardAbout that which concerns your grace and us;
The crown of England, father, which is yours.
11YorkMine boy? not till King Henry be dead.
12RichardYour right depends not on his life or death.
13EdwardNow you are heir, therefore enjoy it now:
By giving the house of Lancaster leave to breathe,
It will outrun you, father, in the end.
14YorkI took an oath that he should quietly reign.
15EdwardBut for a kingdom any oath may be broken:
I would break a thousand oaths to reign one year.
16RichardNo; God forbid your grace should be forsworn.
17YorkI shall be, if I claim by open war.
18RichardI’ll prove the contrary, if you’ll hear me speak.
19YorkThou canst not, son; it is impossible.
20RichardAn oath is of no moment, being not took
Before a true and lawful magistrate,
That hath authority over him that swears:
Henry had none, but did usurp the place;
Then, seeing ’twas he that made you to depose,
Your oath, my lord, is vain and frivolous.
Therefore, to arms! And, father, do but think
How sweet a thing it is to wear a crown;
Within whose circuit is Elysium
And all that poets feign of bliss and joy.
Why do we finger thus? I cannot rest
Until the white rose that I wear be dyed
Even in the lukewarm blood of Henry’s heart.
21YorkRichard, enough; I will be king, or die.
Brother, thou shalt to London presently,
And whet on Warwick to this enterprise.
Thou, Richard, shalt to the Duke of Norfolk,
And tell him privily of our intent.
You, Edward, shall unto my Lord Cobham,
With whom the Kentishmen will willingly rise:
In them I trust; for they are soldiers,
Witty, courteous, liberal, full of spirit.
While you are thus employ’d, what resteth more,
But that I seek occasion how to rise,
And yet the king not privy to my drift,
Nor any of the house of Lancaster?
22Enter a Messenger.
23But, stay: what news? Why comest thou in such post?
24MessengerThe queen with all the northern earls and lords
Intend here to besiege you in your castle:
She is hard by with twenty thousand men;
And therefore fortify your hold, my lord.
25YorkAy, with my sword. What! think’st thou that we fear them?
Edward and Richard, you shall stay with me;
My brother Montague shall post to London:
Let noble Warwick, Cobham, and the rest,
Whom we have left protectors of the king,
With powerful policy strengthen themselves,
And trust not simple Henry nor his oaths.
26MontagueBrother, I go; I’ll win them, fear it not:
And thus most humbly I do take my leave. Exit.
27Enter Sir John Mortimer and Sir Hugh Mortimer.
28YorkSir John and Sir Hugh Mortimer, mine uncles,
You are come to Sandal in a happy hour;
The army of the queen mean to besiege us.
29Sir JohnShe shall not need; we’ll meet her in the field.
30YorkWhat, with five thousand men?
31RichardAy, with five hundred, father, for a need:
A woman’s general; what should we fear? A march afar off.
32EdwardI hear their drums: let’s set our men in order,
And issue forth and bid them battle straight.
33YorkFive men to twenty! though the odds be great,
I doubt not, uncle, of our victory.
Many a battle have I won in France,
When as the enemy hath been ten to one:
Why should I not now have the like success? Alarum. Exeunt.