Why, that is spoken like a toward prince.
Enter a Messenger
Royal commanders, be in readiness:
For with a band of thirty thousand men
Comes Warwick, backing of
the Duke of York;
And in the towns, as they do march along,
Proclaims him king, and many fly to him:
your battle, for they are at hand.
I would your highness would depart the field:
The queen hath best success when you are absent.
Ay, good my lord, and leave us to our fortune.
KING HENRY VI
Why, that's my fortune too; therefore I'll stay.
Be it with resolution then to fight.
My royal father, cheer these noble lords
And hearten those that fight in your defence:
sword, good father; cry 'Saint George!'
March. Enter EDWARD, GEORGE, RICHARD, WARWICK, NORFOLK, MONTAGUE, and Soldiers
Now, perjured Henry! wilt thou kneel for grace,
And set thy diadem upon my head;
Or bide the mortal
fortune of the field?
Go, rate thy minions, proud insulting boy!
Becomes it thee to be thus bold in terms
Before thy sovereign
and thy lawful king?
I am his king, and he should bow his knee;
I was adopted heir by his consent:
Since when, his oath is
broke; for, as I hear,
You, that are king, though he do wear the crown,
Have caused him, by new act of
To blot out me, and put his own son in.
And reason too:
Who should succeed the father but the son?
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