Earl of March: I am the son of Henry the Fifth, Who made the Dauphin and the French to stoop And seized upon their towns and provinces. Talk not of France, sith thou hast lost it all. The lord protector lost it, and not I: When I was crown'd I was but nine months old. You are old enough now, and yet, methinks, you lose. Father, tear the crown from the usurper's head. Sweet father, do so; set it on your head. Good brother, as thou lovest and honourest arms, Let's fight it out and not stand cavilling thus. Sound drums and trumpets, and the king will fly. Sons, peace! Peace, thou! and give King Henry leave to speak. Plantagenet shall speak first: hear him, lords; And be you silent and attentive too, For he that interrupts him shall not live. Think'st thou that I will leave my kingly throne, Wherein my grandsire and my father sat? No: first shall war unpeople this my realm; Ay, and their colours, often borne in France, And now in England to our heart's great sorrow, Shall be my winding-sheet. Why faint you, lords? My title's good, and better far than his. Prove it, Henry, and thou shalt be king. Henry the Fourth by conquest got the crown. 'Twas by rebellion against his king. I know not what to say; my title's weak.-- Tell me, may not a king adopt an heir? What then? An if he may, then am I lawful king; For Richard, in the view of many lords, Resign'd the crown to Henry the Fourth, Whose heir my father was, and I am his. He rose against him, being his sovereign, And made him to resign his crown perforce. Suppose, my lords, he did it unconstrain'd, Think you 'twere prejudicial to his crown? No; for he could not so resign his crown But that the next heir should succeed and reign. Art thou against us, Duke of Exeter? His is the right, and therefore pardon me. Why whisper you, my lords, and answer not? My conscience tells me he is lawful king. All will revolt from me, and turn to him. Plantagenet, for all the claim thou lay'st, Think not that Henry shall be so deposed. Deposed he shall be, in despite of all. Thou art deceived: 'tis not thy southern power, Of Essex, Norfolk, Suffolk, nor of Kent, Which makes thee thus presumptuous and proud, Can set the duke up in despite of me. King Henry, be thy title right or wrong, Lord