Westm. Farwell faint-hearted and degenerate King,
In whose cold blood no sparke of Honor bides
Northumb. Be thou a prey vnto the House of Yorke,
And dye in Bands, for this vnmanly deed
Cliff. In dreadfull Warre may'st thou be ouercome,
Or liue in peace abandon'd and despis'd
Warw. Turne this way Henry, and regard them not
Exeter. They seeke reuenge, and therefore will not
yeeld?
Henry. Ah Exeter
Warw. Why should you sigh, my Lord?
Henry. Not for my selfe Lord Warwick, but my Sonne,
Whom I vnnaturally shall dis-inherite.
But be it as it may: I here entayle
The Crowne to thee and to thine Heires for euer,
Conditionally, that heere thou take an Oath,
To cease this Ciuill Warre: and whil'st I liue,
To honor me as thy King, and Soueraigne:
And neyther by Treason nor Hostilitie,
To seeke to put me downe, and reigne thy selfe
Plant. This Oath I willingly take, and will performe
Warw. Long liue King Henry: Plantagenet embrace
him
Henry. And long liue thou, and these thy forward
Sonnes
Plant. Now Yorke and Lancaster are reconcil'd