| ACT I SCENE II | Sandal Castle. | |
| | Enter RICHARD, EDWARD, and MONTAGUE | |
| RICHARD | Brother, though I be youngest, give me leave. | |
| EDWARD | No, I can better play the orator. | |
| MONTAGUE | But I have reasons strong and forcible. | |
| | Enter YORK | |
| YORK | Why, how now, sons and brother! at a strife? | 5 |
| | What is your quarrel? how began it first? | |
| EDWARD | No quarrel, but a slight contention. | |
| YORK | About what? | |
| RICHARD | About that which concerns your grace and us; | |
| | The crown of England, father, which is yours. | 10 |
| YORK | Mine boy? not till King Henry be dead. | |
| RICHARD | Your right depends not on his life or death. | |
| EDWARD | Now you are heir, therefore enjoy it now: | |
| | By giving the house of Lancaster leave to breathe, | |
| | It will outrun you, father, in the end. | 15 |
| YORK | I took an oath that he should quietly reign. | |
| EDWARD | But for a kingdom any oath may be broken: | |
| | I would break a thousand oaths to reign one year. | |
| RICHARD | No; God forbid your grace should be forsworn. | |
| YORK | I shall be, if I claim by open war. | 20 |
| RICHARD | I'll prove the contrary, if you'll hear me speak. | |
| YORK | Thou canst not, son; it is impossible. | |
| RICHARD | An oath is of no moment, being not took | |
| | Before a true and lawful magistrate, | |
| | That hath authority over him that swears: | 25 |
| | 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; | 30 |
| | 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. | 35 |
| YORK | Richard, 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. | 40 |
| | 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, | 45 |
| | But that I seek occasion how to rise, | |
| | And yet the king not privy to my drift, | |
| | Nor any of the house of Lancaster? | |
| | Enter a Messenger | |
| | But, stay: what news? Why comest thou in such post? | |
| Messenger | The queen with all the northern earls and lords | 50 |
| | Intend here to besiege you in your castle: | |
| | She is hard by with twenty thousand men; | |
| | And therefore fortify your hold, my lord. | |
| YORK | Ay, with my sword. What! think'st thou that we fear them? | |
| | Edward and Richard, you shall stay with me; | 55 |
| | 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. | 60 |
| MONTAGUE | Brother, I go; I'll win them, fear it not: | |
| | And thus most humbly I do take my leave. | |
| | Exit | |
| | Enter JOHN MORTIMER and HUGH MORTIMER | |
| | Sir 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. | 65 |
| JOHN MORTIMER | She shall not need; we'll meet her in the field. | |
| YORK | What, with five thousand men? | |
| RICHARD | Ay, with five hundred, father, for a need: | |
| | A woman's general; what should we fear? | |
| | A march afar off | |
| EDWARD | I hear their drums: let's set our men in order, | 70 |
| | And issue forth and bid them battle straight. | |
| YORK | Five 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: | 75 |
| | Why should I not now have the like success? | |
| | Alarum. Exeunt | |