| ACT V.
1. SCENE I. Fields between Dartford and Blackheath.
 [Enter YORK, and his army of Irish, with drum and colours.]
 YORK.
From Ireland thus comes York to claim his right,
 And pluck the crown from feeble Henry's head.
 Ring, bells, aloud; burn, bonfires, clear and bright,
 To entertain great England's lawful king.
 Ah! sancta majestas! who would not buy thee dear?
 Let them obey that knows not how to rule;
 This hand was made to handle nought but gold.
 I cannot give due action to my words
 Except a sword or sceptre balance it.
 A sceptre shall it have, have I a soul,
 On which I'll toss the flower-de-luce of France.--
 
 [Enter BUCKINGHAM.]
 
 Whom have we here? Buckingham, to disturb me?
 The king hath sent him, sure: I must dissemble.
 
 BUCKINGHAM.
York, if thou meanest well, I greet thee well.
 
 YORK.
Humphrey of Buckingham, I accept thy greeting.
 Art thou a messenger, or come of pleasure?
 
 BUCKINGHAM.
A messenger from Henry, our dread liege,
 To know the reason of these arms in peace;
 Or why thou, being a subject as I am,
 Against thy oath and true allegiance sworn,
 Should raise so great a power without his leave,
 Or dare to bring thy force so near the court.
 
 YORK.
[Aside.] Scarce can I speak, my choler is so great:
 O, I could hew up rocks and fight with flint,
 I am so angry at these abject terms;
 And now, like Ajax Telamonius,
 On sheep or oxen could I spend my fury.
 I am far better born than is the king,
 More like a king, more kingly in my thoughts;
 But I must make fair weather yet a while,
 Till Henry be more weak and I more strong.--
 Buckingham, I prithee, pardon me,
 That I have given no answer all this while;
 My mind was troubled with deep melancholy.
 The cause why I have brought this army hither
 Is to remove proud Somerset from the king,
 Seditious to his grace and to the state.
 
 BUCKINGHAM.
That is too much presumption on thy part;
 But if thy arms be to no other end,
 The king hath yielded unto thy demand.
 The Duke of Somerset is in the Tower.
 
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