Yorke. Mine Boy? not till King Henry be dead
Richard. Your Right depends not on his life, or death
Edward. Now you are Heire, therefore enioy it now:
By giuing the House of Lancaster leaue to breathe,
It will out-runne you, Father, in the end
Yorke. I tooke an Oath, that hee should quietly
reigne
Edward. But for a Kingdome any Oath may be broken:
I would breake a thousand Oathes, to reigne one yeere
Richard. No: God forbid your Grace should be forsworne
Yorke. I shall be, if I clayme by open Warre
Richard. Ile proue the contrary, if you'le heare mee speake
Yorke. Thou canst not, Sonne: it is impossible
Richard. An Oath is of no moment, being not tooke
Before a true and lawfull Magistrate,
That hath authoritie ouer him that sweares.
Henry had none, but did vsurpe the place.
Then seeing 'twas he that made you to depose,
Your Oath, my Lord, is vaine and friuolous.
Therefore to Armes: and Father doe but thinke,
How sweet a thing it is to weare a Crowne,
Within whose Circuit is Elizium,
And all that Poets faine of Blisse and Ioy.
Why doe we linger thus? I cannot rest,
Vntill the White Rose that I weare, be dy'de
Euen in the luke-warme blood of Henries heart