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The Second Part of Henry the Sixth

ACT I

SCENE I. London. The palace.

SUFFOLKAs by your high imperial majesty
I had in charge at my depart for France,
As procurator to your excellence,
To marry Princess Margaret for your grace,
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 5So, in the famous ancient city, Tours,
In presence of the Kings of France and Sicil,
The Dukes of Orleans, Calaber, Bretagne and Alencon,
Seven earls, twelve barons and twenty reverend bishops,
I have perform'd my task and was espoused:
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 10And humbly now upon my bended knee,
In sight of England and her lordly peers,
Deliver up my title in the queen
To your most gracious hands, that are the substance
Of that great shadow I did represent;
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 15The happiest gift that ever marquess gave,
The fairest queen that ever king received.
KING HENRY VISuffolk, arise. Welcome, Queen Margaret:
I can express no kinder sign of love
Than this kind kiss. O Lord, that lends me life,
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 20Lend me a heart replete with thankfulness!
For thou hast given me in this beauteous face
A world of earthly blessings to my soul,
If sympathy of love unite our thoughts.
QUEEN MARGARETGreat King of England and my gracious lord,
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 25The mutual conference that my mind hath had,
By day, by night, waking and in my dreams,
In courtly company or at my beads,
With you, mine alder-liefest sovereign,
Makes me the bolder to salute my king
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 30With ruder terms, such as my wit affords
And over-joy of heart doth minister.
KING HENRY VIHer sight did ravish; but her grace in speech,
Her words y-clad with wisdom's majesty,
Makes me from wondering fall to weeping joys;
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 35Such is the fulness of my heart's content.
Lords, with one cheerful voice welcome my love.
ALL Long live Queen Margaret, England's
happiness!
QUEEN MARGARETWe thank you all.
SUFFOLKAct 1 Sc 1 Ln 40My lord protector, so it please your grace,
Here are the articles of contracted peace
Between our sovereign and the French king Charles,
For eighteen months concluded by consent.
GLOUCESTER 'Imprimis, it is agreed between the French
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 45king Charles, and William de la Pole, Marquess of
Suffolk, ambassador for Henry King of England, that
the said Henry shall espouse the Lady Margaret,
daughter unto Reignier King of Naples, Sicilia and
Jerusalem, and crown her Queen of England ere the
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 50thirtieth of May next ensuing. Item, that the duchy
of Anjou and the county of Maine shall be released
and delivered to the king her father' —
KING HENRY VIUncle, how now!
GLOUCESTERPardon me, gracious lord;
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 55Some sudden qualm hath struck me at the heart
And dimm'd mine eyes, that I can read no further.
KING HENRY VIUncle of Winchester, I pray, read on.
CARDINAL 'Item, It is further agreed between them,
that the duchies of Anjou and Maine shall be
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 60released and delivered over to the king her father,
and she sent over of the King of England's own
proper cost and charges, without having any dowry.'
KING HENRY VIThey please us well. Lord marquess, kneel down:
We here create thee the first duke of Suffolk,
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 65And gird thee with the sword. Cousin of York,
We here discharge your grace from being regent
I' the parts of France, till term of eighteen months
Be full expired. Thanks, uncle Winchester,
Gloucester, York, Buckingham, Somerset,
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 70Salisbury, and Warwick;
We thank you all for the great favour done,
In entertainment to my princely queen.
Come, let us in, and with all speed provide
To see her coronation be perform'd.
GLOUCESTERAct 1 Sc 1 Ln 75Brave peers of England, pillars of the state,
To you Duke Humphrey must unload his grief,
Your grief, the common grief of all the land.
What! did my brother Henry spend his youth,
His valour, coin and people, in the wars?
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 80Did he so often lodge in open field,
In winter's cold and summer's parching heat,
To conquer France, his true inheritance?
And did my brother Bedford toil his wits,
To keep by policy what Henry got?
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 85Have you yourselves, Somerset, Buckingham,
Brave York, Salisbury, and victorious Warwick,
Received deep scars in France and Normandy?
Or hath mine uncle Beaufort and myself,
With all the learned council of the realm,
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 90Studied so long, sat in the council-house
Early and late, debating to and fro
How France and Frenchmen might be kept in awe,
And had his highness in his infancy
Crowned in Paris in despite of foes?
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 95And shall these labours and these honours die?
Shall Henry's conquest, Bedford's vigilance,
Your deeds of war and all our counsel die?
O peers of England, shameful is this league!
Fatal this marriage, cancelling your fame,
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 100Blotting your names from books of memory,
Razing the characters of your renown,
Defacing monuments of conquer'd France,
Undoing all, as all had never been!
CARDINALNephew, what means this passionate discourse,
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 105This peroration with such circumstance?
For France, 'tis ours; and we will keep it still.
GLOUCESTERAy, uncle, we will keep it, if we can;
But now it is impossible we should:
Suffolk, the new-made duke that rules the roast,
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 110Hath given the duchy of Anjou and Maine
Unto the poor King Reignier, whose large style
Agrees not with the leanness of his purse.
SALISBURYNow, by the death of Him that died for all,
These counties were the keys of Normandy.
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 115But wherefore weeps Warwick, my valiant son?
WARWICKFor grief that they are past recovery:
For, were there hope to conquer them again,
My sword should shed hot blood, mine eyes no tears.
Anjou and Maine! myself did win them both;
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 120Those provinces these arms of mine did conquer:
And are the cities, that I got with wounds,
Delivered up again with peaceful words?
Mort Dieu!
YORKFor Suffolk's duke, may he be suffocate,
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 125That dims the honour of this warlike isle!
France should have torn and rent my very heart,
Before I would have yielded to this league.
I never read but England's kings have had
Large sums of gold and dowries with their wives:
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 130And our King Henry gives away his own,
To match with her that brings no vantages.
GLOUCESTERA proper jest, and never heard before,
That Suffolk should demand a whole fifteenth
For costs and charges in transporting her!
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 135She should have stayed in France and starved
in France, Before —
CARDINALMy Lord of Gloucester, now ye grow too hot:
It was the pleasure of my lord the King.
GLOUCESTERMy Lord of Winchester, I know your mind;
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 140'Tis not my speeches that you do mislike,
But 'tis my presence that doth trouble ye.
Rancour will out: proud prelate, in thy face
I see thy fury: if I longer stay,
We shall begin our ancient bickerings.
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 145Lordings, farewell; and say, when I am gone,
I prophesied France will be lost ere long.
CARDINALSo, there goes our protector in a rage.
'Tis known to you he is mine enemy,
Nay, more, an enemy unto you all,
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 150And no great friend, I fear me, to the king.
Consider, lords, he is the next of blood,
And heir apparent to the English crown:
Had Henry got an empire by his marriage,
And all the wealthy kingdoms of the west,
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 155There's reason he should be displeased at it.
Look to it, lords! let not his smoothing words
Bewitch your hearts; be wise and circumspect.
What though the common people favour him,
Calling him 'Humphrey, the good Duke of
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 160Gloucester,'
Clapping their hands, and crying with loud voice,
'Jesu maintain your royal excellence!'
With 'God preserve the good Duke Humphrey!'
I fear me, lords, for all this flattering gloss,
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 165He will be found a dangerous protector.
BUCKINGHAMWhy should he, then, protect our sovereign,
He being of age to govern of himself?
Cousin of Somerset, join you with me,
And all together, with the Duke of Suffolk,
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 170We'll quickly hoise Duke Humphrey from his seat.
CARDINALThis weighty business will not brook delay:
I'll to the Duke of Suffolk presently.
SOMERSETCousin of Buckingham, though Humphrey's pride
And greatness of his place be grief to us,
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 175Yet let us watch the haughty cardinal:
His insolence is more intolerable
Than all the princes in the land beside:
If Gloucester be displaced, he'll be protector.
BUCKINGHAMOr thou or I, Somerset, will be protector,
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 180Despite Duke Humphrey or the cardinal.
SALISBURYPride went before, ambition follows him.
While these do labour for their own preferment,
Behoves it us to labour for the realm.
I never saw but Humphrey Duke of Gloucester
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 185Did bear him like a noble gentleman.
Oft have I seen the haughty cardinal,
More like a soldier than a man o' the church,
As stout and proud as he were lord of all,
Swear like a ruffian and demean himself
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 190Unlike the ruler of a commonweal.
Warwick, my son, the comfort of my age,
Thy deeds, thy plainness and thy housekeeping,
Hath won the greatest favour of the commons,
Excepting none but good Duke Humphrey:
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 195And, brother York, thy acts in Ireland,
In bringing them to civil discipline,
Thy late exploits done in the heart of France,
When thou wert regent for our sovereign,
Have made thee fear'd and honour'd of the people:
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 200Join we together, for the public good,
In what we can, to bridle and suppress
The pride of Suffolk and the cardinal,
With Somerset's and Buckingham's ambition;
And, as we may, cherish Duke Humphrey's deeds,
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 205While they do tend the profit of the land.
WARWICKSo God help Warwick, as he loves the land,
And common profit of his country!
YORK And so says York, for he hath greatest cause.
SALISBURYThen let's make haste away, and look unto the main.
WARWICKAct 1 Sc 1 Ln 210Unto the main! O father, Maine is lost;
That Maine which by main force Warwick did win,
And would have kept so long as breath did last!
Main chance, father, you meant; but I meant Maine,
Which I will win from France, or else be slain,
YORKAct 1 Sc 1 Ln 215Anjou and Maine are given to the French;
Paris is lost; the state of Normandy
Stands on a tickle point, now they are gone:
Suffolk concluded on the articles,
The peers agreed, and Henry was well pleased
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 220To change two dukedoms for a duke's fair daughter.
I cannot blame them all: what is't to them?
'Tis thine they give away, and not their own.
Pirates may make cheap pennyworths of their pillage
And purchase friends and give to courtezans,
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 225Still revelling like lords till all be gone;
While as the silly owner of the goods
Weeps over them and wrings his hapless hands
And shakes his head and trembling stands aloof,
While all is shared and all is borne away,
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 230Ready to starve and dare not touch his own:
So York must sit and fret and bite his tongue,
While his own lands are bargain'd for and sold.
Methinks the realms of England, France and Ireland
Bear that proportion to my flesh and blood
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 235As did the fatal brand Althaea burn'd
Unto the prince's heart of Calydon.
Anjou and Maine both given unto the French!
Cold news for me, for I had hope of France,
Even as I have of fertile England's soil.
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 240A day will come when York shall claim his own;
And therefore I will take the Nevils' parts
And make a show of love to proud Duke Humphrey,
And, when I spy advantage, claim the crown,
For that's the golden mark I seek to hit:
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 245Nor shall proud Lancaster usurp my right,
Nor hold the sceptre in his childish fist,
Nor wear the diadem upon his head,
Whose church-like humours fits not for a crown.
Then, York, be still awhile, till time do serve:
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 250Watch thou and wake when others be asleep,
To pry into the secrets of the state;
Till Henry, surfeiting in joys of love,
With his new bride and England's dear-bought queen,
And Humphrey with the peers be fall'n at jars:
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 255Then will I raise aloft the milk-white rose,
With whose sweet smell the air shall be perfumed;
And in my standard bear the arms of York
To grapple with the house of Lancaster;
And, force perforce, I'll make him yield the crown,
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 260Whose bookish rule hath pull'd fair England down.

ACT I

SCENE II. GLOUCESTER'S house.

DUCHESSWhy droops my lord, like over-ripen'd corn,
Hanging the head at Ceres' plenteous load?
Why doth the great Duke Humphrey knit his brows,
As frowning at the favours of the world?
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 5Why are thine eyes fixed to the sullen earth,
Gazing on that which seems to dim thy sight?
What seest thou there? King Henry's diadem,
Enchased with all the honours of the world?
If so, gaze on, and grovel on thy face,
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 10Until thy head be circled with the same.
Put forth thy hand, reach at the glorious gold.
What, is't too short? I'll lengthen it with mine:
And, having both together heaved it up,
We'll both together lift our heads to heaven,
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 15And never more abase our sight so low
As to vouchsafe one glance unto the ground.
GLOUCESTERO Nell, sweet Nell, if thou dost love thy lord,
Banish the canker of ambitious thoughts.
And may that thought, when I imagine ill
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 20Against my king and nephew, virtuous Henry,
Be my last breathing in this mortal world!
My troublous dream this night doth make me sad.
DUCHESSWhat dream'd my lord? tell me, and I'll requite it
With sweet rehearsal of my morning's dream.
GLOUCESTERAct 1 Sc 2 Ln 25Methought this staff, mine office-badge in court,
Was broke in twain; by whom I have forgot,
But, as I think, it was by the cardinal;
And on the pieces of the broken wand
Were placed the heads of Edmund Duke of Somerset,
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 30And William de la Pole, first duke of Suffolk.
This was my dream: what it doth bode, God knows.
DUCHESSTut, this was nothing but an argument
That he that breaks a stick of Gloucester's grove
Shall lose his head for his presumption.
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 35But list to me, my Humphrey, my sweet duke:
Methought I sat in seat of majesty
In the cathedral church of Westminster,
And in that chair where kings and queens are crown'd;
Where Henry and dame Margaret kneel'd to me
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 40And on my head did set the diadem.
GLOUCESTERNay, Eleanor, then must I chide outright:
Presumptuous dame, ill-nurtured Eleanor,
Art thou not second woman in the realm,
And the protector's wife, beloved of him?
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 45Hast thou not worldly pleasure at command,
Above the reach or compass of thy thought?
And wilt thou still be hammering treachery,
To tumble down thy husband and thyself
From top of honour to disgrace's feet?
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 50Away from me, and let me hear no more!
DUCHESSWhat, what, my lord! are you so choleric
With Eleanor, for telling but her dream?
Next time I'll keep my dreams unto myself,
And not be cheque'd.
GLOUCESTERAct 1 Sc 2 Ln 55Nay, be not angry; I am pleased again.
MessengerMy lord protector, 'tis his highness' pleasure
You do prepare to ride unto Saint Alban's,
Where as the king and queen do mean to hawk.
GLOUCESTERI go. Come, Nell, thou wilt ride with us?
DUCHESSAct 1 Sc 2 Ln 60Yes, my good lord, I'll follow presently.
Follow I must; I cannot go before,
While Gloucester bears this base and humble mind.
Were I a man, a duke, and next of blood,
I would remove these tedious stumbling-blocks
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 65And smooth my way upon their headless necks;
And, being a woman, I will not be slack
To play my part in Fortune's pageant.
Where are you there? Sir John! nay, fear not, man,
We are alone; here's none but thee and I.
HUMEAct 1 Sc 2 Ln 70Jesus preserve your royal majesty!
DUCHESSWhat say'st thou? majesty! I am but grace.
HUMEBut, by the grace of God, and Hume's advice,
Your grace's title shall be multiplied.
DUCHESSWhat say'st thou, man? hast thou as yet conferr'd
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 75With Margery Jourdain, the cunning witch,
With Roger Bolingbroke, the conjurer?
And will they undertake to do me good?
HUMEThis they have promised, to show your highness
A spirit raised from depth of under-ground,
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 80That shall make answer to such questions
As by your grace shall be propounded him.
DUCHESSIt is enough; I'll think upon the questions:
When from St. Alban's we do make return,
We'll see these things effected to the full.
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 85Here, Hume, take this reward; make merry, man,
With thy confederates in this weighty cause.
HUMEHume must make merry with the duchess' gold;
Marry, and shall. But how now, Sir John Hume!
Seal up your lips, and give no words but mum:
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 90The business asketh silent secrecy.
Dame Eleanor gives gold to bring the witch:
Gold cannot come amiss, were she a devil.
Yet have I gold flies from another coast;
I dare not say, from the rich cardinal
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 95And from the great and new-made Duke of Suffolk,
Yet I do find it so; for to be plain,
They, knowing Dame Eleanor's aspiring humour,
Have hired me to undermine the duchess
And buz these conjurations in her brain.
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 100They say 'A crafty knave does need no broker;'
Yet am I Suffolk and the cardinal's broker.
Hume, if you take not heed, you shall go near
To call them both a pair of crafty knaves.
Well, so it stands; and thus, I fear, at last
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 105Hume's knavery will be the duchess' wreck,
And her attainture will be Humphrey's fall:
Sort how it will, I shall have gold for all.

ACT I

SCENE III. The palace.

First PetitionerMy masters, let's stand close: my lord protector
will come this way by and by, and then we may deliver
our supplications in the quill.
Second PetitionerMarry, the Lord protect him, for he's a good man!
Act 1 Sc 3 Ln 5Jesu bless him!
PETERHere a' comes, methinks, and the queen with him.
I'll be the first, sure.
Second PetitionerCome back, fool; this is the Duke of Suffolk, and
not my lord protector.
SUFFOLKAct 1 Sc 3 Ln 10How now, fellow! would'st anything with me?
First PetitionerI pray, my lord, pardon me; I took ye for my lord
protector.
QUEEN MARGARET 'To my Lord Protector!' Are your
supplications to his lordship? Let me see them:
Act 1 Sc 3 Ln 15what is thine?
First PetitionerMine is, an't please your grace, against John
Goodman, my lord cardinal's man, for keeping my
house, and lands, and wife and all, from me.
SUFFOLKThy wife, too! that's some wrong, indeed. What's
Act 1 Sc 3 Ln 20yours? What's here!
'Against the Duke of Suffolk, for enclosing the
commons of Melford.' How now, sir knave!
Second PetitionerAlas, sir, I am but a poor petitioner of our whole township.
PETER Against my master, Thomas
Act 1 Sc 3 Ln 25Horner, for saying that the Duke of York was rightful
heir to the crown.
QUEEN MARGARETWhat sayst thou? did the Duke of York say he was
rightful heir to the crown?
PETERThat my master was? no, forsooth: my master said
Act 1 Sc 3 Ln 30that he was, and that the king was an usurper.
SUFFOLKWho is there?
Take this fellow in, and send for
his master with a pursuivant presently: we'll hear
more of your matter before the King.
QUEEN MARGARETAct 1 Sc 3 Ln 35And as for you, that love to be protected
Under the wings of our protector's grace,
Begin your suits anew, and sue to him.
Away, base cullions! Suffolk, let them go.
ALLCome, let's be gone.
QUEEN MARGARETAct 1 Sc 3 Ln 40My Lord of Suffolk, say, is this the guise,
Is this the fashion in the court of England?
Is this the government of Britain's isle,
And this the royalty of Albion's king?
What shall King Henry be a pupil still
Act 1 Sc 3 Ln 45Under the surly Gloucester's governance?
Am I a queen in title and in style,
And must be made a subject to a duke?
I tell thee, Pole, when in the city Tours
Thou ran'st a tilt in honour of my love
Act 1 Sc 3 Ln 50And stolest away the ladies' hearts of France,
I thought King Henry had resembled thee
In courage, courtship and proportion:
But all his mind is bent to holiness,
To number Ave-Maries on his beads;
Act 1 Sc 3 Ln 55His champions are the prophets and apostles,
His weapons holy saws of sacred writ,
His study is his tilt-yard, and his loves
Are brazen images of canonized saints.
I would the college of the cardinals
Act 1 Sc 3 Ln 60Would choose him pope, and carry him to Rome,
And set the triple crown upon his head:
That were a state fit for his holiness.
SUFFOLKMadam, be patient: as I was cause
Your highness came to England, so will I
Act 1 Sc 3 Ln 65In England work your grace's full content.
QUEEN MARGARETBeside the haughty protector, have we Beaufort,
The imperious churchman, Somerset, Buckingham,
And grumbling York: and not the least of these
But can do more in England than the king.
SUFFOLKAct 1 Sc 3 Ln 70And he of these that can do most of all
Cannot do more in England than the Nevils:
Salisbury and Warwick are no simple peers.
QUEEN MARGARETNot all these lords do vex me half so much
As that proud dame, the lord protector's wife.
Act 1 Sc 3 Ln 75She sweeps it through the court with troops of ladies,
More like an empress than Duke Humphrey's wife:
Strangers in court do take her for the queen:
She bears a duke's revenues on her back,
And in her heart she scorns our poverty:
Act 1 Sc 3 Ln 80Shall I not live to be avenged on her?
Contemptuous base-born callet as she is,
She vaunted 'mongst her minions t'other day,
The very train of her worst wearing gown
Was better worth than all my father's lands,
Act 1 Sc 3 Ln 85Till Suffolk gave two dukedoms for his daughter.
SUFFOLKMadam, myself have limed a bush for her,
And placed a quire of such enticing birds,
That she will light to listen to the lays,
And never mount to trouble you again.
Act 1 Sc 3 Ln 90So, let her rest: and, madam, list to me;
For I am bold to counsel you in this.
Although we fancy not the cardinal,
Yet must we join with him and with the lords,
Till we have brought Duke Humphrey in disgrace.
Act 1 Sc 3 Ln 95As for the Duke of York, this late complaint
Will make but little for his benefit.
So, one by one, we'll weed them all at last,
And you yourself shall steer the happy helm.
KING HENRY VIFor my part, noble lords, I care not which;
Act 1 Sc 3 Ln 100Or Somerset or York, all's one to me.
YORKIf York have ill demean'd himself in France,
Then let him be denay'd the regentship.
SOMERSETIf Somerset be unworthy of the place,
Let York be regent; I will yield to him.
WARWICKAct 1 Sc 3 Ln 105Whether your grace be worthy, yea or no,
Dispute not that: York is the worthier.
CARDINALAmbitious Warwick, let thy betters speak.
WARWICKThe cardinal's not my better in the field.
BUCKINGHAMAll in this presence are thy betters, Warwick.
WARWICKAct 1 Sc 3 Ln 110Warwick may live to be the best of all.
SALISBURYPeace, son! and show some reason, Buckingham,
Why Somerset should be preferred in this.
QUEEN MARGARETBecause the king, forsooth, will have it so.
GLOUCESTERMadam, the king is old enough himself
Act 1 Sc 3 Ln 115To give his censure: these are no women's matters.
QUEEN MARGARETIf he be old enough, what needs your grace
To be protector of his excellence?
GLOUCESTERMadam, I am protector of the realm;
And, at his pleasure, will resign my place.
SUFFOLKAct 1 Sc 3 Ln 120Resign it then and leave thine insolence.
Since thou wert king — as who is king but thou? —
The commonwealth hath daily run to wreck;
The Dauphin hath prevail'd beyond the seas;
And all the peers and nobles of the realm
Act 1 Sc 3 Ln 125Have been as bondmen to thy sovereignty.
CARDINALThe commons hast thou rack'd; the clergy's bags
Are lank and lean with thy extortions.
SOMERSETThy sumptuous buildings and thy wife's attire
Have cost a mass of public treasury.
BUCKINGHAMAct 1 Sc 3 Ln 130Thy cruelty in execution
Upon offenders, hath exceeded law,
And left thee to the mercy of the law.
QUEEN MARGARETThey sale of offices and towns in France,
If they were known, as the suspect is great,
Act 1 Sc 3 Ln 135Would make thee quickly hop without thy head.
Give me my fan: what, minion! can ye not?
I cry you mercy, madam; was it you?
DUCHESSWas't I! yea, I it was, proud Frenchwoman:
Could I come near your beauty with my nails,
Act 1 Sc 3 Ln 140I'd set my ten commandments in your face.
KING HENRY VISweet aunt, be quiet; 'twas against her will.
DUCHESSAgainst her will! good king, look to't in time;
She'll hamper thee, and dandle thee like a baby:
Though in this place most master wear no breeches,
Act 1 Sc 3 Ln 145She shall not strike Dame Eleanor unrevenged.
BUCKINGHAMLord cardinal, I will follow Eleanor,
And listen after Humphrey, how he proceeds:
She's tickled now; her fume needs no spurs,
She'll gallop far enough to her destruction.
GLOUCESTERAct 1 Sc 3 Ln 150Now, lords, my choler being over-blown
With walking once about the quadrangle,
I come to talk of commonwealth affairs.
As for your spiteful false objections,
Prove them, and I lie open to the law:
Act 1 Sc 3 Ln 155But God in mercy so deal with my soul,
As I in duty love my king and country!
But, to the matter that we have in hand:
I say, my sovereign, York is meetest man
To be your regent in the realm of France.
SUFFOLKAct 1 Sc 3 Ln 160Before we make election, give me leave
To show some reason, of no little force,
That York is most unmeet of any man.
YORKI'll tell thee, Suffolk, why I am unmeet:
First, for I cannot flatter thee in pride;
Act 1 Sc 3 Ln 165Next, if I be appointed for the place,
My Lord of Somerset will keep me here,
Without discharge, money, or furniture,
Till France be won into the Dauphin's hands:
Last time, I danced attendance on his will
Act 1 Sc 3 Ln 170Till Paris was besieged, famish'd, and lost.
WARWICKThat can I witness; and a fouler fact
Did never traitor in the land commit.
SUFFOLKPeace, headstrong Warwick!
WARWICKImage of pride, why should I hold my peace?
SUFFOLKAct 1 Sc 3 Ln 175Because here is a man accused of treason:
Pray God the Duke of York excuse himself!
YORKDoth any one accuse York for a traitor?
KING HENRY VIWhat mean'st thou, Suffolk; tell me, what are these?
SUFFOLKPlease it your majesty, this is the man
Act 1 Sc 3 Ln 180That doth accuse his master of high treason:
His words were these: that Richard, Duke of York,
Was rightful heir unto the English crown
And that your majesty was a usurper.
KING HENRY VISay, man, were these thy words?
HORNERAct 1 Sc 3 Ln 185An't shall please your majesty, I never said nor
thought any such matter: God is my witness, I am
falsely accused by the villain.
PETERBy these ten bones, my lords, he did speak them to
me in the garret one night, as we were scouring my
Act 1 Sc 3 Ln 190Lord of York's armour.
YORKBase dunghill villain and mechanical,
I'll have thy head for this thy traitor's speech.
I do beseech your royal majesty,
Let him have all the rigor of the law.
HORNERAct 1 Sc 3 Ln 195Alas, my lord, hang me, if ever I spake the words.
My accuser is my 'prentice; and when I did correct
him for his fault the other day, he did vow upon his
knees he would be even with me: I have good
witness of this: therefore I beseech your majesty,
Act 1 Sc 3 Ln 200do not cast away an honest man for a villain's
accusation.
KING HENRY VIUncle, what shall we say to this in law?
GLOUCESTERThis doom, my lord, if I may judge:
Let Somerset be regent over the French,
Act 1 Sc 3 Ln 205Because in York this breeds suspicion:
And let these have a day appointed them
For single combat in convenient place,
For he hath witness of his servant's malice:
This is the law, and this Duke Humphrey's doom.
SOMERSETAct 1 Sc 3 Ln 210I humbly thank your royal majesty.
HORNERAnd I accept the combat willingly.
PETERAlas, my lord, I cannot fight; for God's sake, pity
my case. The spite of man prevaileth against me. O
Lord, have mercy upon me! I shall never be able to
Act 1 Sc 3 Ln 215fight a blow. O Lord, my heart!
GLOUCESTERSirrah, or you must fight, or else be hang'd.
KING HENRY VIAway with them to prison; and the day of combat
shall be the last of the next month. Come,
Somerset, we'll see thee sent away.

ACT I

SCENE IV. GLOUCESTER's garden.

HUMECome, my masters; the duchess, I tell you, expects
performance of your promises.
BOLINGBROKEMaster Hume, we are therefore provided: will her
ladyship behold and hear our exorcisms?
HUMEAct 1 Sc 4 Ln 5Ay, what else? fear you not her courage.
BOLINGBROKEI have heard her reported to be a woman of an
invincible spirit: but it shall be convenient,
Master Hume, that you be by her aloft, while we be
busy below; and so, I pray you, go, in God's name,
Act 1 Sc 4 Ln 10and leave us.
Mother Jourdain, be you
prostrate and grovel on the earth; John Southwell,
read you; and let us to our work.
DUCHESSWell said, my masters; and welcome all. To this
Act 1 Sc 4 Ln 15gear the sooner the better.
BOLINGBROKEPatience, good lady; wizards know their times:
Deep night, dark night, the silent of the night,
The time of night when Troy was set on fire;
The time when screech-owls cry and ban-dogs howl,
Act 1 Sc 4 Ln 20And spirits walk and ghosts break up their graves,
That time best fits the work we have in hand.
Madam, sit you and fear not: whom we raise,
We will make fast within a hallow'd verge.
SpiritAdsum.
MARGARET JOURDAINAct 1 Sc 4 Ln 25Asmath,
By the eternal God, whose name and power
Thou tremblest at, answer that I shall ask;
For, till thou speak, thou shalt not pass from hence.
SpiritAsk what thou wilt. That I had said and done!
BOLINGBROKEAct 1 Sc 4 Ln 30'First of the king: what shall of him become?'
SpiritThe duke yet lives that Henry shall depose;
But him outlive, and die a violent death.
BOLINGBROKE'What fates await the Duke of Suffolk?'
SpiritBy water shall he die, and take his end.
BOLINGBROKEAct 1 Sc 4 Ln 35'What shall befall the Duke of Somerset?'
SpiritLet him shun castles;
Safer shall he be upon the sandy plains
Than where castles mounted stand.
Have done, for more I hardly can endure.
BOLINGBROKEAct 1 Sc 4 Ln 40Descend to darkness and the burning lake!
False fiend, avoid!
YORKLay hands upon these traitors and their trash.
Beldam, I think we watch'd you at an inch.
What, madam, are you there? the king and commonweal
Act 1 Sc 4 Ln 45Are deeply indebted for this piece of pains:
My lord protector will, I doubt it not,
See you well guerdon'd for these good deserts.
DUCHESSNot half so bad as thine to England's king,
Injurious duke, that threatest where's no cause.
BUCKINGHAMAct 1 Sc 4 Ln 50True, madam, none at all: what call you this?
Away with them! let them be clapp'd up close.
And kept asunder. You, madam, shall with us.
Stafford, take her to thee.
We'll see your trinkets here all forthcoming.
Act 1 Sc 4 Ln 55All, away!
YORKLord Buckingham, methinks, you watch'd her well:
A pretty plot, well chosen to build upon!
Now, pray, my lord, let's see the devil's writ.
What have we here?
Act 1 Sc 4 Ln 60'The duke yet lives, that Henry shall depose;
But him outlive, and die a violent death.'
Why, this is just
'Aio te, AEacida, Romanos vincere posse.'
Well, to the rest:
Act 1 Sc 4 Ln 65'Tell me what fate awaits the Duke of Suffolk?
By water shall he die, and take his end.
What shall betide the Duke of Somerset?
Let him shun castles;
Safer shall he be upon the sandy plains
Act 1 Sc 4 Ln 70Than where castles mounted stand.'
Come, come, my lords;
These oracles are hardly attain'd,
And hardly understood.
The king is now in progress towards Saint Alban's,
Act 1 Sc 4 Ln 75With him the husband of this lovely lady:
Thither go these news, as fast as horse can
carry them:
A sorry breakfast for my lord protector.
BUCKINGHAMYour grace shall give me leave, my Lord of York,
Act 1 Sc 4 Ln 80To be the post, in hope of his reward.
YORKAt your pleasure, my good lord. Who's within
there, ho!
Invite my Lords of Salisbury and Warwick
To sup with me to-morrow night. Away!

ACT II

SCENE I. Saint Alban's.

QUEEN MARGARETBelieve me, lords, for flying at the brook,
I saw not better sport these seven years' day:
Yet, by your leave, the wind was very high;
And, ten to one, old Joan had not gone out.
KING HENRY VIAct 2 Sc 1 Ln 5But what a point, my lord, your falcon made,
And what a pitch she flew above the rest!
To see how God in all his creatures works!
Yea, man and birds are fain of climbing high.
SUFFOLKNo marvel, an it like your majesty,
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 10My lord protector's hawks do tower so well;
They know their master loves to be aloft,
And bears his thoughts above his falcon's pitch.
GLOUCESTERMy lord, 'tis but a base ignoble mind
That mounts no higher than a bird can soar.
CARDINALAct 2 Sc 1 Ln 15I thought as much; he would be above the clouds.
GLOUCESTERAy, my lord cardinal? how think you by that?
Were it not good your grace could fly to heaven?
KING HENRY VIThe treasury of everlasting joy.
CARDINALThy heaven is on earth; thine eyes and thoughts
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 20Beat on a crown, the treasure of thy heart;
Pernicious protector, dangerous peer,
That smooth'st it so with king and commonweal!
GLOUCESTERWhat, cardinal, is your priesthood grown peremptory?
Tantaene animis coelestibus irae?
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 25Churchmen so hot? good uncle, hide such malice;
With such holiness can you do it?
SUFFOLKNo malice, sir; no more than well becomes
So good a quarrel and so bad a peer.
GLOUCESTERAs who, my lord?
SUFFOLKAct 2 Sc 1 Ln 30Why, as you, my lord,
An't like your lordly lord-protectorship.
GLOUCESTERWhy, Suffolk, England knows thine insolence.
QUEEN MARGARETAnd thy ambition, Gloucester.
KING HENRY VII prithee, peace, good queen,
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 35And whet not on these furious peers;
For blessed are the peacemakers on earth.
CARDINALLet me be blessed for the peace I make,
Against this proud protector, with my sword!
GLOUCESTER Faith, holy uncle, would
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 40'twere come to that!
CARDINAL Marry, when thou darest.
GLOUCESTER Make up no factious
numbers for the matter;
In thine own person answer thy abuse.
CARDINALAct 2 Sc 1 Ln 45 Ay, where thou darest
not peep: an if thou darest,
This evening, on the east side of the grove.
KING HENRY VIHow now, my lords!
CARDINALBelieve me, cousin Gloucester,
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 50Had not your man put up the fowl so suddenly,
We had had more sport.
Come with thy two-hand sword.
GLOUCESTERTrue, uncle.
CARDINAL Are ye advised? the
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 55east side of the grove?
GLOUCESTER Cardinal, I am with you.
KING HENRY VIWhy, how now, uncle Gloucester!
GLOUCESTERTalking of hawking; nothing else, my lord.
Now, by God's mother, priest, I'll shave your crown for this,
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 60Or all my fence shall fail.
CARDINAL Medice, teipsum —
Protector, see to't well, protect yourself.
KING HENRY VIThe winds grow high; so do your stomachs, lords.
How irksome is this music to my heart!
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 65When such strings jar, what hope of harmony?
I pray, my lords, let me compound this strife.
GLOUCESTERWhat means this noise?
Fellow, what miracle dost thou proclaim?
TownsmanA miracle! a miracle!
SUFFOLKAct 2 Sc 1 Ln 70Come to the king and tell him what miracle.
TownsmanForsooth, a blind man at Saint Alban's shrine,
Within this half-hour, hath received his sight;
A man that ne'er saw in his life before.
KING HENRY VINow, God be praised, that to believing souls
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 75Gives light in darkness, comfort in despair!
CARDINALHere comes the townsmen on procession,
To present your highness with the man.
KING HENRY VIGreat is his comfort in this earthly vale,
Although by his sight his sin be multiplied.
GLOUCESTERAct 2 Sc 1 Ln 80Stand by, my masters: bring him near the king;
His highness' pleasure is to talk with him.
KING HENRY VIGood fellow, tell us here the circumstance,
That we for thee may glorify the Lord.
What, hast thou been long blind and now restored?
SIMPCOXAct 2 Sc 1 Ln 85Born blind, an't please your grace.
WifeAy, indeed, was he.
SUFFOLKWhat woman is this?
WifeHis wife, an't like your worship.
GLOUCESTERHadst thou been his mother, thou couldst have
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 90better told.
KING HENRY VIWhere wert thou born?
SIMPCOXAt Berwick in the north, an't like your grace.
KING HENRY VIPoor soul, God's goodness hath been great to thee:
Let never day nor night unhallow'd pass,
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 95But still remember what the Lord hath done.
QUEEN MARGARETTell me, good fellow, camest thou here by chance,
Or of devotion, to this holy shrine?
SIMPCOXGod knows, of pure devotion; being call'd
A hundred times and oftener, in my sleep,
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 100By good Saint Alban; who said, 'Simpcox, come,
Come, offer at my shrine, and I will help thee.'
WifeMost true, forsooth; and many time and oft
Myself have heard a voice to call him so.
CARDINALWhat, art thou lame?
SIMPCOXAct 2 Sc 1 Ln 105Ay, God Almighty help me!
SUFFOLKHow camest thou so?
SIMPCOXA fall off of a tree.
WifeA plum-tree, master.
GLOUCESTERHow long hast thou been blind?
SIMPCOXAct 2 Sc 1 Ln 110Born so, master.
GLOUCESTERWhat, and wouldst climb a tree?
SIMPCOXBut that in all my life, when I was a youth.
WifeToo true; and bought his climbing very dear.
GLOUCESTERMass, thou lovedst plums well, that wouldst
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 115venture so.
SIMPCOXAlas, good master, my wife desired some damsons,
And made me climb, with danger of my life.
GLOUCESTERA subtle knave! but yet it shall not serve.
Let me see thine eyes: wink now: now open them:
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 120In my opinion yet thou seest not well.
SIMPCOXYes, master, clear as day, I thank God and
Saint Alban.
GLOUCESTERSay'st thou me so? What colour is this cloak of?
SIMPCOXRed, master; red as blood.
GLOUCESTERAct 2 Sc 1 Ln 125Why, that's well said. What colour is my gown of?
SIMPCOXBlack, forsooth: coal-black as jet.
KING HENRY VIWhy, then, thou know'st what colour jet is of?
SUFFOLKAnd yet, I think, jet did he never see.
GLOUCESTERBut cloaks and gowns, before this day, a many.
WifeAct 2 Sc 1 Ln 130Never, before this day, in all his life.
GLOUCESTERTell me, sirrah, what's my name?
SIMPCOXAlas, master, I know not.
GLOUCESTERWhat's his name?
SIMPCOXI know not.
GLOUCESTERAct 2 Sc 1 Ln 135Nor his?
SIMPCOXNo, indeed, master.
GLOUCESTERWhat's thine own name?
SIMPCOXSaunder Simpcox, an if it please you, master.
GLOUCESTERThen, Saunder, sit there, the lyingest knave in
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 140Christendom. If thou hadst been born blind, thou
mightest as well have known all our names as thus to
name the several colours we do wear. Sight may
distinguish of colours, but suddenly to nominate them
all, it is impossible. My lords, Saint Alban here
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 145hath done a miracle; and would ye not think his
cunning to be great, that could restore this cripple
to his legs again?
SIMPCOXO master, that you could!
GLOUCESTERMy masters of Saint Alban's, have you not beadles in
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 150your town, and things called whips?
MayorYes, my lord, if it please your grace.
GLOUCESTERThen send for one presently.
MayorSirrah, go fetch the beadle hither straight.
GLOUCESTERNow fetch me a stool hither by and by. Now, sirrah,
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 155if you mean to save yourself from whipping, leap me
over this stool and run away.
SIMPCOXAlas, master, I am not able to stand alone:
You go about to torture me in vain.
GLOUCESTERWell, sir, we must have you find your legs. Sirrah
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 160beadle, whip him till he leap over that same stool.
BeadleI will, my lord. Come on, sirrah; off with your
doublet quickly.
SIMPCOXAlas, master, what shall I do? I am not able to stand.
KING HENRY VIO God, seest Thou this, and bearest so long?
QUEEN MARGARETAct 2 Sc 1 Ln 165It made me laugh to see the villain run.
GLOUCESTERFollow the knave; and take this drab away.
WifeAlas, sir, we did it for pure need.
GLOUCESTERLet them be whipped through every market-town, till
they come to Berwick, from whence they came.
CARDINALAct 2 Sc 1 Ln 170Duke Humphrey has done a miracle to-day.
SUFFOLKTrue; made the lame to leap and fly away.
GLOUCESTERBut you have done more miracles than I;
You made in a day, my lord, whole towns to fly.
KING HENRY VIWhat tidings with our cousin Buckingham?
BUCKINGHAMAct 2 Sc 1 Ln 175Such as my heart doth tremble to unfold.
A sort of naughty persons, lewdly bent,
Under the countenance and confederacy
Of Lady Eleanor, the protector's wife,
The ringleader and head of all this rout,
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 180Have practised dangerously against your state,
Dealing with witches and with conjurers:
Whom we have apprehended in the fact;
Raising up wicked spirits from under ground,
Demanding of King Henry's life and death,
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 185And other of your highness' privy-council;
As more at large your grace shall understand.
CARDINAL And so, my lord protector,
by this means
Your lady is forthcoming yet at London.
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 190This news, I think, hath turn'd your weapon's edge;
'Tis like, my lord, you will not keep your hour.
GLOUCESTERAmbitious churchman, leave to afflict my heart:
Sorrow and grief have vanquish'd all my powers;
And, vanquish'd as I am, I yield to thee,
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 195Or to the meanest groom.
KING HENRY VIO God, what mischiefs work the wicked ones,
Heaping confusion on their own heads thereby!
QUEEN MARGARETGloucester, see here the tainture of thy nest.
And look thyself be faultless, thou wert best.
GLOUCESTERAct 2 Sc 1 Ln 200Madam, for myself, to heaven I do appeal,
How I have loved my king and commonweal:
And, for my wife, I know not how it stands;
Sorry I am to hear what I have heard:
Noble she is, but if she have forgot
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 205Honour and virtue and conversed with such
As, like to pitch, defile nobility,
I banish her my bed and company
And give her as a prey to law and shame,
That hath dishonour'd Gloucester's honest name.
KING HENRY VIAct 2 Sc 1 Ln 210Well, for this night we will repose us here:
To-morrow toward London back again,
To look into this business thoroughly
And call these foul offenders to their answers
And poise the cause in justice' equal scales,
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 215Whose beam stands sure, whose rightful cause prevails.

ACT II

SCENE II. London. YORK'S garden.

YORKNow, my good Lords of Salisbury and Warwick,
Our simple supper ended, give me leave
In this close walk to satisfy myself,
In craving your opinion of my title,
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 5Which is infallible, to England's crown.
SALISBURYMy lord, I long to hear it at full.
WARWICKSweet York, begin: and if thy claim be good,
The Nevils are thy subjects to command.
YORKThen thus:
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 10Edward the Third, my lords, had seven sons:
The first, Edward the Black Prince, Prince of Wales;
The second, William of Hatfield, and the third,
Lionel Duke of Clarence: next to whom
Was John of Gaunt, the Duke of Lancaster;
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 15The fifth was Edmund Langley, Duke of York;
The sixth was Thomas of Woodstock, Duke of Gloucester;
William of Windsor was the seventh and last.
Edward the Black Prince died before his father
And left behind him Richard, his only son,
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 20Who after Edward the Third's death reign'd as king;
Till Henry Bolingbroke, Duke of Lancaster,
The eldest son and heir of John of Gaunt,
Crown'd by the name of Henry the Fourth,
Seized on the realm, deposed the rightful king,
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 25Sent his poor queen to France, from whence she came,
And him to Pomfret; where, as all you know,
Harmless Richard was murder'd traitorously.
WARWICKFather, the duke hath told the truth:
Thus got the house of Lancaster the crown.
YORKAct 2 Sc 2 Ln 30Which now they hold by force and not by right;
For Richard, the first son's heir, being dead,
The issue of the next son should have reign'd.
SALISBURYBut William of Hatfield died without an heir.
YORKThe third son, Duke of Clarence, from whose line
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 35I claimed the crown, had issue, Philippe, a daughter,
Who married Edmund Mortimer, Earl of March:
Edmund had issue, Roger Earl of March;
Roger had issue, Edmund, Anne and Eleanor.
SALISBURYThis Edmund, in the reign of Bolingbroke,
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 40As I have read, laid claim unto the crown;
And, but for Owen Glendower, had been king,
Who kept him in captivity till he died.
But to the rest.
YORKHis eldest sister, Anne,
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 45My mother, being heir unto the crown
Married Richard Earl of Cambridge; who was son
To Edmund Langley, Edward the Third's fifth son.
By her I claim the kingdom: she was heir
To Roger Earl of March, who was the son
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 50Of Edmund Mortimer, who married Philippe,
Sole daughter unto Lionel Duke of Clarence:
So, if the issue of the elder son
Succeed before the younger, I am king.
WARWICKWhat plain proceeding is more plain than this?
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 55Henry doth claim the crown from John of Gaunt,
The fourth son; York claims it from the third.
Till Lionel's issue fails, his should not reign:
It fails not yet, but flourishes in thee
And in thy sons, fair slips of such a stock.
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 60Then, father Salisbury, kneel we together;
And in this private plot be we the first
That shall salute our rightful sovereign
With honour of his birthright to the crown.
BOTHLong live our sovereign Richard, England's king!
YORKAct 2 Sc 2 Ln 65We thank you, lords. But I am not your king
Till I be crown'd and that my sword be stain'd
With heart-blood of the house of Lancaster;
And that's not suddenly to be perform'd,
But with advice and silent secrecy.
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 70Do you as I do in these dangerous days:
Wink at the Duke of Suffolk's insolence,
At Beaufort's pride, at Somerset's ambition,
At Buckingham and all the crew of them,
Till they have snared the shepherd of the flock,
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 75That virtuous prince, the good Duke Humphrey:
'Tis that they seek, and they in seeking that
Shall find their deaths, if York can prophesy.
SALISBURYMy lord, break we off; we know your mind at full.
WARWICKMy heart assures me that the Earl of Warwick
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 80Shall one day make the Duke of York a king.
YORKAnd, Nevil, this I do assure myself:
Richard shall live to make the Earl of Warwick
The greatest man in England but the king.

ACT II

SCENE III. A hall of justice.

KING HENRY VIStand forth, Dame Eleanor Cobham, Gloucester's wife:
In sight of God and us, your guilt is great:
Receive the sentence of the law for sins
Such as by God's book are adjudged to death.
Act 2 Sc 3 Ln 5You four, from hence to prison back again;
From thence unto the place of execution:
The witch in Smithfield shall be burn'd to ashes,
And you three shall be strangled on the gallows.
You, madam, for you are more nobly born,
Act 2 Sc 3 Ln 10Despoiled of your honour in your life,
Shall, after three days' open penance done,
Live in your country here in banishment,
With Sir John Stanley, in the Isle of Man.
DUCHESSWelcome is banishment; welcome were my death.
GLOUCESTERAct 2 Sc 3 Ln 15Eleanor, the law, thou see'st, hath judged thee:
I cannot justify whom the law condemns.
Mine eyes are full of tears, my heart of grief.
Ah, Humphrey, this dishonour in thine age
Will bring thy head with sorrow to the ground!
Act 2 Sc 3 Ln 20I beseech your majesty, give me leave to go;
Sorrow would solace and mine age would ease.
KING HENRY VIStay, Humphrey Duke of Gloucester: ere thou go,
Give up thy staff: Henry will to himself
Protector be; and God shall be my hope,
Act 2 Sc 3 Ln 25My stay, my guide and lantern to my feet:
And go in peace, Humphrey, no less beloved
Than when thou wert protector to thy King.
QUEEN MARGARETI see no reason why a king of years
Should be to be protected like a child.
Act 2 Sc 3 Ln 30God and King Henry govern England's realm.
Give up your staff, sir, and the king his realm.
GLOUCESTERMy staff? here, noble Henry, is my staff:
As willingly do I the same resign
As e'er thy father Henry made it mine;
Act 2 Sc 3 Ln 35And even as willingly at thy feet I leave it
As others would ambitiously receive it.
Farewell, good king: when I am dead and gone,
May honourable peace attend thy throne!
QUEEN MARGARETWhy, now is Henry king, and Margaret queen;
Act 2 Sc 3 Ln 40And Humphrey Duke of Gloucester scarce himself,
That bears so shrewd a maim; two pulls at once;
His lady banish'd, and a limb lopp'd off.
This staff of honour raught, there let it stand
Where it best fits to be, in Henry's hand.
SUFFOLKAct 2 Sc 3 Ln 45Thus droops this lofty pine and hangs his sprays;
Thus Eleanor's pride dies in her youngest days.
YORKLords, let him go. Please it your majesty,
This is the day appointed for the combat;
And ready are the appellant and defendant,
Act 2 Sc 3 Ln 50The armourer and his man, to enter the lists,
So please your highness to behold the fight.
QUEEN MARGARETAy, good my lord; for purposely therefore
Left I the court, to see this quarrel tried.
KING HENRY VIO God's name, see the lists and all things fit:
Act 2 Sc 3 Ln 55Here let them end it; and God defend the right!
YORKI never saw a fellow worse bested,
Or more afraid to fight, than is the appellant,
The servant of this armourer, my lords.
First NeighbourHere, neighbour Horner, I drink to you in a cup of
Act 2 Sc 3 Ln 60sack: and fear not, neighbour, you shall do well enough.
Second NeighbourAnd here, neighbour, here's a cup of charneco.
Third NeighbourAnd here's a pot of good double beer, neighbour:
drink, and fear not your man.
HORNERLet it come, i' faith, and I'll pledge you all; and
Act 2 Sc 3 Ln 65a fig for Peter!
First 'PrenticeHere, Peter, I drink to thee: and be not afraid.
Second 'PrenticeBe merry, Peter, and fear not thy master: fight
for credit of the 'prentices.
PETERI thank you all: drink, and pray for me, I pray
Act 2 Sc 3 Ln 70you; for I think I have taken my last draught in
this world. Here, Robin, an if I die, I give thee
my apron: and, Will, thou shalt have my hammer:
and here, Tom, take all the money that I have. O
Lord bless me! I pray God! for I am never able to
Act 2 Sc 3 Ln 75deal with my master, he hath learnt me so much fence already.
SALISBURYCome, leave your drinking, and fall to blows.
Sirrah, what's thy name?
PETERPeter, forsooth.
SALISBURYPeter! what more?
PETERAct 2 Sc 3 Ln 80Thump.
SALISBURYThump! then see thou thump thy master well.
HORNERMasters, I am come hither, as it were, upon my man's
instigation, to prove him a knave and myself an
honest man: and touching the Duke of York, I will
Act 2 Sc 3 Ln 85take my death, I never meant him any ill, nor the
king, nor the queen: and therefore, Peter, have at
thee with a downright blow!
YORKDispatch: this knave's tongue begins to double.
Sound, trumpets, alarum to the combatants!
HORNERAct 2 Sc 3 Ln 90Hold, Peter, hold! I confess, I confess treason.
YORKTake away his weapon. Fellow, thank God, and the
good wine in thy master's way.
PETERO God, have I overcome mine enemy in this presence?
O Peter, thou hast prevailed in right!
KING HENRY VIAct 2 Sc 3 Ln 95Go, take hence that traitor from our sight;
For his death we do perceive his guilt:
And God in justice hath revealed to us
The truth and innocence of this poor fellow,
Which he had thought to have murder'd wrongfully.
Act 2 Sc 3 Ln 100Come, fellow, follow us for thy reward.

ACT II

SCENE IV. A street.

GLOUCESTERThus sometimes hath the brightest day a cloud;
And after summer evermore succeeds
Barren winter, with his wrathful nipping cold:
So cares and joys abound, as seasons fleet.
Act 2 Sc 4 Ln 5Sirs, what's o'clock?
ServantsTen, my lord.
GLOUCESTERTen is the hour that was appointed me
To watch the coming of my punish'd duchess:
Uneath may she endure the flinty streets,
Act 2 Sc 4 Ln 10To tread them with her tender-feeling feet.
Sweet Nell, ill can thy noble mind abrook
The abject people gazing on thy face,
With envious looks, laughing at thy shame,
That erst did follow thy proud chariot-wheels
Act 2 Sc 4 Ln 15When thou didst ride in triumph through the streets.
But, soft! I think she comes; and I'll prepare
My tear-stain'd eyes to see her miseries.
ServantSo please your grace, we'll take her from the sheriff.
GLOUCESTERNo, stir not, for your lives; let her pass by.
DUCHESSAct 2 Sc 4 Ln 20Come you, my lord, to see my open shame?
Now thou dost penance too. Look how they gaze!
See how the giddy multitude do point,
And nod their heads, and throw their eyes on thee!
Ah, Gloucester, hide thee from their hateful looks,
Act 2 Sc 4 Ln 25And, in thy closet pent up, rue my shame,
And ban thine enemies, both mine and thine!
GLOUCESTERBe patient, gentle Nell; forget this grief.
DUCHESSAh, Gloucester, teach me to forget myself!
For whilst I think I am thy married wife
Act 2 Sc 4 Ln 30And thou a prince, protector of this land,
Methinks I should not thus be led along,
Mail'd up in shame, with papers on my back,
And followed with a rabble that rejoice
To see my tears and hear my deep-fet groans.
Act 2 Sc 4 Ln 35The ruthless flint doth cut my tender feet,
And when I start, the envious people laugh
And bid me be advised how I tread.
Ah, Humphrey, can I bear this shameful yoke?
Trow'st thou that e'er I'll look upon the world,
Act 2 Sc 4 Ln 40Or count them happy that enjoy the sun?
No; dark shall be my light and night my day;
To think upon my pomp shall be my hell.
Sometime I'll say, I am Duke Humphrey's wife,
And he a prince and ruler of the land:
Act 2 Sc 4 Ln 45Yet so he ruled and such a prince he was
As he stood by whilst I, his forlorn duchess,
Was made a wonder and a pointing-stock
To every idle rascal follower.
But be thou mild and blush not at my shame,
Act 2 Sc 4 Ln 50Nor stir at nothing till the axe of death
Hang over thee, as, sure, it shortly will;
For Suffolk, he that can do all in all
With her that hateth thee and hates us all,
And York and impious Beaufort, that false priest,
Act 2 Sc 4 Ln 55Have all limed bushes to betray thy wings,
And, fly thou how thou canst, they'll tangle thee:
But fear not thou, until thy foot be snared,
Nor never seek prevention of thy foes.
GLOUCESTERAh, Nell, forbear! thou aimest all awry;
Act 2 Sc 4 Ln 60I must offend before I be attainted;
And had I twenty times so many foes,
And each of them had twenty times their power,
All these could not procure me any scathe,
So long as I am loyal, true and crimeless.
Act 2 Sc 4 Ln 65Wouldst have me rescue thee from this reproach?
Why, yet thy scandal were not wiped away
But I in danger for the breach of law.
Thy greatest help is quiet, gentle Nell:
I pray thee, sort thy heart to patience;
Act 2 Sc 4 Ln 70These few days' wonder will be quickly worn.
HeraldI summon your grace to his majesty's parliament,
Holden at Bury the first of this next month.
GLOUCESTERAnd my consent ne'er ask'd herein before!
This is close dealing. Well, I will be there.
Act 2 Sc 4 Ln 75My Nell, I take my leave: and, master sheriff,
Let not her penance exceed the king's commission.
SheriffAn't please your grace, here my commission stays,
And Sir John Stanley is appointed now
To take her with him to the Isle of Man.
GLOUCESTERAct 2 Sc 4 Ln 80Must you, Sir John, protect my lady here?
STANLEYSo am I given in charge, may't please your grace.
GLOUCESTEREntreat her not the worse in that I pray
You use her well: the world may laugh again;
And I may live to do you kindness if
Act 2 Sc 4 Ln 85You do it her: and so, Sir John, farewell!
DUCHESSWhat, gone, my lord, and bid me not farewell!
GLOUCESTERWitness my tears, I cannot stay to speak.
DUCHESSArt thou gone too? all comfort go with thee!
For none abides with me: my joy is death;
Act 2 Sc 4 Ln 90Death, at whose name I oft have been afear'd,
Because I wish'd this world's eternity.
Stanley, I prithee, go, and take me hence;
I care not whither, for I beg no favour,
Only convey me where thou art commanded.
STANLEYAct 2 Sc 4 Ln 95Why, madam, that is to the Isle of Man;
There to be used according to your state.
DUCHESSThat's bad enough, for I am but reproach:
And shall I then be used reproachfully?
STANLEYLike to a duchess, and Duke Humphrey's lady;
Act 2 Sc 4 Ln 100According to that state you shall be used.
DUCHESSSheriff, farewell, and better than I fare,
Although thou hast been conduct of my shame.
SheriffIt is my office; and, madam, pardon me.
DUCHESSAy, ay, farewell; thy office is discharged.
Act 2 Sc 4 Ln 105Come, Stanley, shall we go?
STANLEYMadam, your penance done, throw off this sheet,
And go we to attire you for our journey.
DUCHESSMy shame will not be shifted with my sheet:
No, it will hang upon my richest robes
Act 2 Sc 4 Ln 110And show itself, attire me how I can.
Go, lead the way; I long to see my prison.

ACT III

SCENE I. The Abbey at Bury St. Edmund's.

KING HENRY VII muse my Lord of Gloucester is not come:
'Tis not his wont to be the hindmost man,
Whate'er occasion keeps him from us now.
QUEEN MARGARETCan you not see? or will ye not observe
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 5The strangeness of his alter'd countenance?
With what a majesty he bears himself,
How insolent of late he is become,
How proud, how peremptory, and unlike himself?
We know the time since he was mild and affable,
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 10And if we did but glance a far-off look,
Immediately he was upon his knee,
That all the court admired him for submission:
But meet him now, and, be it in the morn,
When every one will give the time of day,
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 15He knits his brow and shows an angry eye,
And passeth by with stiff unbowed knee,
Disdaining duty that to us belongs.
Small curs are not regarded when they grin;
But great men tremble when the lion roars;
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 20And Humphrey is no little man in England.
First note that he is near you in descent,
And should you fall, he as the next will mount.
Me seemeth then it is no policy,
Respecting what a rancorous mind he bears
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 25And his advantage following your decease,
That he should come about your royal person
Or be admitted to your highness' council.
By flattery hath he won the commons' hearts,
And when he please to make commotion,
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 30'Tis to be fear'd they all will follow him.
Now 'tis the spring, and weeds are shallow-rooted;
Suffer them now, and they'll o'ergrow the garden
And choke the herbs for want of husbandry.
The reverent care I bear unto my lord
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 35Made me collect these dangers in the duke.
If it be fond, call it a woman's fear;
Which fear if better reasons can supplant,
I will subscribe and say I wrong'd the duke.
My Lord of Suffolk, Buckingham, and York,
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 40Reprove my allegation, if you can;
Or else conclude my words effectual.
SUFFOLKWell hath your highness seen into this duke;
And, had I first been put to speak my mind,
I think I should have told your grace's tale.
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 45The duchess, by his subornation,
Upon my life, began her devilish practises:
Or, if he were not privy to those faults,
Yet, by reputing of his high descent,
As next the king he was successive heir,
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 50And such high vaunts of his nobility,
Did instigate the bedlam brain-sick duchess
By wicked means to frame our sovereign's fall.
Smooth runs the water where the brook is deep;
And in his simple show he harbours treason.
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 55The fox barks not when he would steal the lamb.
No, no, my sovereign; Gloucester is a man
Unsounded yet and full of deep deceit.
CARDINALDid he not, contrary to form of law,
Devise strange deaths for small offences done?
YORKAct 3 Sc 1 Ln 60And did he not, in his protectorship,
Levy great sums of money through the realm
For soldiers' pay in France, and never sent it?
By means whereof the towns each day revolted.
BUCKINGHAMTut, these are petty faults to faults unknown.
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 65Which time will bring to light in smooth
Duke Humphrey.
KING HENRY VIMy lords, at once: the care you have of us,
To mow down thorns that would annoy our foot,
Is worthy praise: but, shall I speak my conscience,
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 70Our kinsman Gloucester is as innocent
From meaning treason to our royal person
As is the sucking lamb or harmless dove:
The duke is virtuous, mild and too well given
To dream on evil or to work my downfall.
QUEEN MARGARETAct 3 Sc 1 Ln 75Ah, what's more dangerous than this fond affiance!
Seems he a dove? his feathers are but borrowed,
For he's disposed as the hateful raven:
Is he a lamb? his skin is surely lent him,
For he's inclined as is the ravenous wolf.
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 80Who cannot steal a shape that means deceit?
Take heed, my lord; the welfare of us all
Hangs on the cutting short that fraudful man.
SOMERSETAll health unto my gracious sovereign!
KING HENRY VIWelcome, Lord Somerset. What news from France?
SOMERSETAct 3 Sc 1 Ln 85That all your interest in those territories
Is utterly bereft you; all is lost.
KING HENRY VICold news, Lord Somerset: but God's will be done!
YORK Cold news for me; for I had hope of France
As firmly as I hope for fertile England.
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 90Thus are my blossoms blasted in the bud
And caterpillars eat my leaves away;
But I will remedy this gear ere long,
Or sell my title for a glorious grave.
GLOUCESTERAll happiness unto my lord the king!
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 95Pardon, my liege, that I have stay'd so long.
SUFFOLKNay, Gloucester, know that thou art come too soon,
Unless thou wert more loyal than thou art:
I do arrest thee of high treason here.
GLOUCESTERWell, Suffolk, thou shalt not see me blush
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 100Nor change my countenance for this arrest:
A heart unspotted is not easily daunted.
The purest spring is not so free from mud
As I am clear from treason to my sovereign:
Who can accuse me? wherein am I guilty?
YORKAct 3 Sc 1 Ln 105'Tis thought, my lord, that you took bribes of France,
And, being protector, stayed the soldiers' pay;
By means whereof his highness hath lost France.
GLOUCESTERIs it but thought so? what are they that think it?
I never robb'd the soldiers of their pay,
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 110Nor ever had one penny bribe from France.
So help me God, as I have watch'd the night,
Ay, night by night, in studying good for England,
That doit that e'er I wrested from the king,
Or any groat I hoarded to my use,
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 115Be brought against me at my trial-day!
No; many a pound of mine own proper store,
Because I would not tax the needy commons,
Have I disbursed to the garrisons,
And never ask'd for restitution.
CARDINALAct 3 Sc 1 Ln 120It serves you well, my lord, to say so much.
GLOUCESTERI say no more than truth, so help me God!
YORKIn your protectorship you did devise
Strange tortures for offenders never heard of,
That England was defamed by tyranny.
GLOUCESTERAct 3 Sc 1 Ln 125Why, 'tis well known that, whiles I was
protector,
Pity was all the fault that was in me;
For I should melt at an offender's tears,
And lowly words were ransom for their fault.
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 130Unless it were a bloody murderer,
Or foul felonious thief that fleeced poor passengers,
I never gave them condign punishment:
Murder indeed, that bloody sin, I tortured
Above the felon or what trespass else.
SUFFOLKAct 3 Sc 1 Ln 135My lord, these faults are easy, quickly answered:
But mightier crimes are laid unto your charge,
Whereof you cannot easily purge yourself.
I do arrest you in his highness' name;
And here commit you to my lord cardinal
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 140To keep, until your further time of trial.
KING HENRY VIMy lord of Gloucester, 'tis my special hope
That you will clear yourself from all suspect:
My conscience tells me you are innocent.
GLOUCESTERAh, gracious lord, these days are dangerous:
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 145Virtue is choked with foul ambition
And charity chased hence by rancour's hand;
Foul subornation is predominant
And equity exiled your highness' land.
I know their complot is to have my life,
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 150And if my death might make this island happy,
And prove the period of their tyranny,
I would expend it with all willingness:
But mine is made the prologue to their play;
For thousands more, that yet suspect no peril,
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 155Will not conclude their plotted tragedy.
Beaufort's red sparkling eyes blab his heart's malice,
And Suffolk's cloudy brow his stormy hate;
Sharp Buckingham unburthens with his tongue
The envious load that lies upon his heart;
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 160And dogged York, that reaches at the moon,
Whose overweening arm I have pluck'd back,
By false accuse doth level at my life:
And you, my sovereign lady, with the rest,
Causeless have laid disgraces on my head,
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 165And with your best endeavour have stirr'd up
My liefest liege to be mine enemy:
Ay, all you have laid your heads together —
Myself had notice of your conventicles —
And all to make away my guiltless life.
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 170I shall not want false witness to condemn me,
Nor store of treasons to augment my guilt;
The ancient proverb will be well effected:
'A staff is quickly found to beat a dog.'
CARDINALMy liege, his railing is intolerable:
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 175If those that care to keep your royal person
From treason's secret knife and traitors' rage
Be thus upbraided, chid and rated at,
And the offender granted scope of speech,
'Twill make them cool in zeal unto your grace.
SUFFOLKAct 3 Sc 1 Ln 180Hath he not twit our sovereign lady here
With ignominious words, though clerkly couch'd,
As if she had suborned some to swear
False allegations to o'erthrow his state?
QUEEN MARGARETBut I can give the loser leave to chide.
GLOUCESTERAct 3 Sc 1 Ln 185Far truer spoke than meant: I lose, indeed;
Beshrew the winners, for they play'd me false!
And well such losers may have leave to speak.
BUCKINGHAMHe'll wrest the sense and hold us here all day:
Lord cardinal, he is your prisoner.
CARDINALAct 3 Sc 1 Ln 190Sirs, take away the duke, and guard him sure.
GLOUCESTERAh! thus King Henry throws away his crutch
Before his legs be firm to bear his body.
Thus is the shepherd beaten from thy side,
And wolves are gnarling who shall gnaw thee first.
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 195Ah, that my fear were false! ah, that it were!
For, good King Henry, thy decay I fear.
KING HENRY VIMy lords, what to your wisdoms seemeth best,
Do or undo, as if ourself were here.
QUEEN MARGARETWhat, will your highness leave the parliament?
KING HENRY VIAct 3 Sc 1 Ln 200Ay, Margaret; my heart is drown'd with grief,
Whose flood begins to flow within mine eyes,
My body round engirt with misery,
For what's more miserable than discontent?
Ah, uncle Humphrey! in thy face I see
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 205The map of honour, truth and loyalty:
And yet, good Humphrey, is the hour to come
That e'er I proved thee false or fear'd thy faith.
What louring star now envies thy estate,
That these great lords and Margaret our queen
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 210Do seek subversion of thy harmless life?
Thou never didst them wrong, nor no man wrong;
And as the butcher takes away the calf
And binds the wretch, and beats it when it strays,
Bearing it to the bloody slaughter-house,
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 215Even so remorseless have they borne him hence;
And as the dam runs lowing up and down,
Looking the way her harmless young one went,
And can do nought but wail her darling's loss,
Even so myself bewails good Gloucester's case
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 220With sad unhelpful tears, and with dimm'd eyes
Look after him and cannot do him good,
So mighty are his vowed enemies.
His fortunes I will weep; and, 'twixt each groan
Say 'Who's a traitor? Gloucester he is none.'
QUEEN MARGARETAct 3 Sc 1 Ln 225Free lords, cold snow melts with the sun's hot beams.
Henry my lord is cold in great affairs,
Too full of foolish pity, and Gloucester's show
Beguiles him as the mournful crocodile
With sorrow snares relenting passengers,
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 230Or as the snake roll'd in a flowering bank,
With shining chequer'd slough, doth sting a child
That for the beauty thinks it excellent.
Believe me, lords, were none more wise than I —
And yet herein I judge mine own wit good —
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 235This Gloucester should be quickly rid the world,
To rid us of the fear we have of him.
CARDINALThat he should die is worthy policy;
But yet we want a colour for his death:
'Tis meet he be condemn'd by course of law.
SUFFOLKAct 3 Sc 1 Ln 240But, in my mind, that were no policy:
The king will labour still to save his life,
The commons haply rise, to save his life;
And yet we have but trivial argument,
More than mistrust, that shows him worthy death.
YORKAct 3 Sc 1 Ln 245So that, by this, you would not have him die.
SUFFOLKAh, York, no man alive so fain as I!
YORK'Tis York that hath more reason for his death.
But, my lord cardinal, and you, my Lord of Suffolk,
Say as you think, and speak it from your souls,
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 250Were't not all one, an empty eagle were set
To guard the chicken from a hungry kite,
As place Duke Humphrey for the king's protector?
QUEEN MARGARETSo the poor chicken should be sure of death.
SUFFOLKMadam, 'tis true; and were't not madness, then,
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 255To make the fox surveyor of the fold?
Who being accused a crafty murderer,
His guilt should be but idly posted over,
Because his purpose is not executed.
No; let him die, in that he is a fox,
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 260By nature proved an enemy to the flock,
Before his chaps be stain'd with crimson blood,
As Humphrey, proved by reasons, to my liege.
And do not stand on quillets how to slay him:
Be it by gins, by snares, by subtlety,
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 265Sleeping or waking, 'tis no matter how,
So he be dead; for that is good deceit
Which mates him first that first intends deceit.
QUEEN MARGARETThrice-noble Suffolk, 'tis resolutely spoke.
SUFFOLKNot resolute, except so much were done;
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 270For things are often spoke and seldom meant:
But that my heart accordeth with my tongue,
Seeing the deed is meritorious,
And to preserve my sovereign from his foe,
Say but the word, and I will be his priest.
CARDINALAct 3 Sc 1 Ln 275But I would have him dead, my Lord of Suffolk,
Ere you can take due orders for a priest:
Say you consent and censure well the deed,
And I'll provide his executioner,
I tender so the safety of my liege.
SUFFOLKAct 3 Sc 1 Ln 280Here is my hand, the deed is worthy doing.
QUEEN MARGARETAnd so say I.
YORKAnd I and now we three have spoke it,
It skills not greatly who impugns our doom.
PostGreat lords, from Ireland am I come amain,
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 285To signify that rebels there are up
And put the Englishmen unto the sword:
Send succors, lords, and stop the rage betime,
Before the wound do grow uncurable;
For, being green, there is great hope of help.
CARDINALAct 3 Sc 1 Ln 290A breach that craves a quick expedient stop!
What counsel give you in this weighty cause?
YORKThat Somerset be sent as regent thither:
'Tis meet that lucky ruler be employ'd;
Witness the fortune he hath had in France.
SOMERSETAct 3 Sc 1 Ln 295If York, with all his far-fet policy,
Had been the regent there instead of me,
He never would have stay'd in France so long.
YORKNo, not to lose it all, as thou hast done:
I rather would have lost my life betimes
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 300Than bring a burthen of dishonour home
By staying there so long till all were lost.
Show me one scar character'd on thy skin:
Men's flesh preserved so whole do seldom win.
QUEEN MARGARETNay, then, this spark will prove a raging fire,
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 305If wind and fuel be brought to feed it with:
No more, good York; sweet Somerset, be still:
Thy fortune, York, hadst thou been regent there,
Might happily have proved far worse than his.
YORKWhat, worse than nought? nay, then, a shame take all!
SOMERSETAct 3 Sc 1 Ln 310And, in the number, thee that wishest shame!
CARDINALMy Lord of York, try what your fortune is.
The uncivil kerns of Ireland are in arms
And temper clay with blood of Englishmen:
To Ireland will you lead a band of men,
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 315Collected choicely, from each county some,
And try your hap against the Irishmen?
YORKI will, my lord, so please his majesty.
SUFFOLKWhy, our authority is his consent,
And what we do establish he confirms:
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 320Then, noble York, take thou this task in hand.
YORKI am content: provide me soldiers, lords,
Whiles I take order for mine own affairs.
SUFFOLKA charge, Lord York, that I will see perform'd.
But now return we to the false Duke Humphrey.
CARDINALAct 3 Sc 1 Ln 325No more of him; for I will deal with him
That henceforth he shall trouble us no more.
And so break off; the day is almost spent:
Lord Suffolk, you and I must talk of that event.
YORKMy Lord of Suffolk, within fourteen days
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 330At Bristol I expect my soldiers;
For there I'll ship them all for Ireland.
SUFFOLKI'll see it truly done, my Lord of York.
YORKNow, York, or never, steel thy fearful thoughts,
And change misdoubt to resolution:
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 335Be that thou hopest to be, or what thou art
Resign to death; it is not worth the enjoying:
Let pale-faced fear keep with the mean-born man,
And find no harbour in a royal heart.
Faster than spring-time showers comes thought
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 340on thought,
And not a thought but thinks on dignity.
My brain more busy than the labouring spider
Weaves tedious snares to trap mine enemies.
Well, nobles, well, 'tis politicly done,
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 345To send me packing with an host of men:
I fear me you but warm the starved snake,
Who, cherish'd in your breasts, will sting
your hearts.
'Twas men I lack'd and you will give them me:
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 350I take it kindly; and yet be well assured
You put sharp weapons in a madman's hands.
Whiles I in Ireland nourish a mighty band,
I will stir up in England some black storm
Shall blow ten thousand souls to heaven or hell;
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 355And this fell tempest shall not cease to rage
Until the golden circuit on my head,
Like to the glorious sun's transparent beams,
Do calm the fury of this mad-bred flaw.
And, for a minister of my intent,
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 360I have seduced a headstrong Kentishman,
John Cade of Ashford,
To make commotion, as full well he can,
Under the title of John Mortimer.
In Ireland have I seen this stubborn Cade
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 365Oppose himself against a troop of kerns,
And fought so long, till that his thighs with darts
Were almost like a sharp-quill'd porpentine;
And, in the end being rescued, I have seen
Him caper upright like a wild Morisco,
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 370Shaking the bloody darts as he his bells.
Full often, like a shag-hair'd crafty kern,
Hath he conversed with the enemy,
And undiscover'd come to me again
And given me notice of their villanies.
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 375This devil here shall be my substitute;
For that John Mortimer, which now is dead,
In face, in gait, in speech, he doth resemble:
By this I shall perceive the commons' mind,
How they affect the house and claim of York.
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 380Say he be taken, rack'd and tortured,
I know no pain they can inflict upon him
Will make him say I moved him to those arms.
Say that he thrive, as 'tis great like he will,
Why, then from Ireland come I with my strength
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 385And reap the harvest which that rascal sow'd;
For Humphrey being dead, as he shall be,
And Henry put apart, the next for me.

ACT III

SCENE II. Bury St. Edmund's. A room of state.

First MurdererRun to my Lord of Suffolk; let him know
We have dispatch'd the duke, as he commanded.
Second MurdererO that it were to do! What have we done?
Didst ever hear a man so penitent?
First MurderAct 3 Sc 2 Ln 5Here comes my lord.
SUFFOLKNow, sirs, have you dispatch'd this thing?
First MurdererAy, my good lord, he's dead.
SUFFOLKWhy, that's well said. Go, get you to my house;
I will reward you for this venturous deed.
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 10The king and all the peers are here at hand.
Have you laid fair the bed? Is all things well,
According as I gave directions?
First Murderer'Tis, my good lord.
SUFFOLKAway! be gone.
KING HENRY VIAct 3 Sc 2 Ln 15Go, call our uncle to our presence straight;
Say we intend to try his grace to-day.
If he be guilty, as 'tis published.
SUFFOLKI'll call him presently, my noble lord.
KING HENRY VILords, take your places; and, I pray you all,
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 20Proceed no straiter 'gainst our uncle Gloucester
Than from true evidence of good esteem
He be approved in practise culpable.
QUEEN MARGARETGod forbid any malice should prevail,
That faultless may condemn a nobleman!
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 25Pray God he may acquit him of suspicion!
KING HENRY VII thank thee, Meg; these words content me much.
How now! why look'st thou pale? why tremblest thou?
Where is our uncle? what's the matter, Suffolk?
SUFFOLKDead in his bed, my lord; Gloucester is dead.
QUEEN MARGARETAct 3 Sc 2 Ln 30Marry, God forfend!
CARDINALGod's secret judgment: I did dream to-night
The duke was dumb and could not speak a word.
QUEEN MARGARETHow fares my lord? Help, lords! the king is dead.
SOMERSETRear up his body; wring him by the nose.
QUEEN MARGARETAct 3 Sc 2 Ln 35Run, go, help, help! O Henry, ope thine eyes!
SUFFOLKHe doth revive again: madam, be patient.
KING HENRY VIO heavenly God!
QUEEN MARGARETHow fares my gracious lord?
SUFFOLKComfort, my sovereign! gracious Henry, comfort!
KING HENRY VIAct 3 Sc 2 Ln 40What, doth my Lord of Suffolk comfort me?
Came he right now to sing a raven's note,
Whose dismal tune bereft my vital powers;
And thinks he that the chirping of a wren,
By crying comfort from a hollow breast,
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 45Can chase away the first-conceived sound?
Hide not thy poison with such sugar'd words;
Lay not thy hands on me; forbear, I say;
Their touch affrights me as a serpent's sting.
Thou baleful messenger, out of my sight!
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 50Upon thy eye-balls murderous tyranny
Sits in grim majesty, to fright the world.
Look not upon me, for thine eyes are wounding:
Yet do not go away: come, basilisk,
And kill the innocent gazer with thy sight;
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 55For in the shade of death I shall find joy;
In life but double death, now Gloucester's dead.
QUEEN MARGARETWhy do you rate my Lord of Suffolk thus?
Although the duke was enemy to him,
Yet he most Christian-like laments his death:
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 60And for myself, foe as he was to me,
Might liquid tears or heart-offending groans
Or blood-consuming sighs recall his life,
I would be blind with weeping, sick with groans,
Look pale as primrose with blood-drinking sighs,
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 65And all to have the noble duke alive.
What know I how the world may deem of me?
For it is known we were but hollow friends:
It may be judged I made the duke away;
So shall my name with slander's tongue be wounded,
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 70And princes' courts be fill'd with my reproach.
This get I by his death: ay me, unhappy!
To be a queen, and crown'd with infamy!
KING HENRY VIAh, woe is me for Gloucester, wretched man!
QUEEN MARGARETBe woe for me, more wretched than he is.
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 75What, dost thou turn away and hide thy face?
I am no loathsome leper; look on me.
What! art thou, like the adder, waxen deaf?
Be poisonous too and kill thy forlorn queen.
Is all thy comfort shut in Gloucester's tomb?
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 80Why, then, dame Margaret was ne'er thy joy.
Erect his statue and worship it,
And make my image but an alehouse sign.
Was I for this nigh wreck'd upon the sea
And twice by awkward wind from England's bank
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 85Drove back again unto my native clime?
What boded this, but well forewarning wind
Did seem to say 'Seek not a scorpion's nest,
Nor set no footing on this unkind shore'?
What did I then, but cursed the gentle gusts
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 90And he that loosed them forth their brazen caves:
And bid them blow towards England's blessed shore,
Or turn our stern upon a dreadful rock
Yet AEolus would not be a murderer,
But left that hateful office unto thee:
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 95The pretty-vaulting sea refused to drown me,
Knowing that thou wouldst have me drown'd on shore,
With tears as salt as sea, through thy unkindness:
The splitting rocks cower'd in the sinking sands
And would not dash me with their ragged sides,
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 100Because thy flinty heart, more hard than they,
Might in thy palace perish Margaret.
As far as I could ken thy chalky cliffs,
When from thy shore the tempest beat us back,
I stood upon the hatches in the storm,
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 105And when the dusky sky began to rob
My earnest-gaping sight of thy land's view,
I took a costly jewel from my neck,
A heart it was, bound in with diamonds,
And threw it towards thy land: the sea received it,
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 110And so I wish'd thy body might my heart:
And even with this I lost fair England's view
And bid mine eyes be packing with my heart
And call'd them blind and dusky spectacles,
For losing ken of Albion's wished coast.
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 115How often have I tempted Suffolk's tongue,
The agent of thy foul inconstancy,
To sit and witch me, as Ascanius did
When he to madding Dido would unfold
His father's acts commenced in burning Troy!
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 120Am I not witch'd like her? or thou not false like him?
Ay me, I can no more! die, Margaret!
For Henry weeps that thou dost live so long.
WARWICKIt is reported, mighty sovereign,
That good Duke Humphrey traitorously is murder'd
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 125By Suffolk and the Cardinal Beaufort's means.
The commons, like an angry hive of bees
That want their leader, scatter up and down
And care not who they sting in his revenge.
Myself have calm'd their spleenful mutiny,
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 130Until they hear the order of his death.
KING HENRY VIThat he is dead, good Warwick, 'tis too true;
But how he died God knows, not Henry:
Enter his chamber, view his breathless corpse,
And comment then upon his sudden death.
WARWICKAct 3 Sc 2 Ln 135That shall I do, my liege. Stay, Salisbury,
With the rude multitude till I return.
KING HENRY VIO Thou that judgest all things, stay my thoughts,
My thoughts, that labour to persuade my soul
Some violent hands were laid on Humphrey's life!
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 140If my suspect be false, forgive me, God,
For judgment only doth belong to thee.
Fain would I go to chafe his paly lips
With twenty thousand kisses, and to drain
Upon his face an ocean of salt tears,
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 145To tell my love unto his dumb deaf trunk,
And with my fingers feel his hand unfeeling:
But all in vain are these mean obsequies;
And to survey his dead and earthly image,
What were it but to make my sorrow greater?
WARWICKAct 3 Sc 2 Ln 150Come hither, gracious sovereign, view this body.
KING HENRY VIThat is to see how deep my grave is made;
For with his soul fled all my worldly solace,
For seeing him I see my life in death.
WARWICKAs surely as my soul intends to live
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 155With that dread King that took our state upon him
To free us from his father's wrathful curse,
I do believe that violent hands were laid
Upon the life of this thrice-famed duke.
SUFFOLKA dreadful oath, sworn with a solemn tongue!
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 160What instance gives Lord Warwick for his vow?
WARWICKSee how the blood is settled in his face.
Oft have I seen a timely-parted ghost,
Of ashy semblance, meagre, pale and bloodless,
Being all descended to the labouring heart;
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 165Who, in the conflict that it holds with death,
Attracts the same for aidance 'gainst the enemy;
Which with the heart there cools and ne'er returneth
To blush and beautify the cheek again.
But see, his face is black and full of blood,
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 170His eye-balls further out than when he lived,
Staring full ghastly like a strangled man;
His hair uprear'd, his nostrils stretched with struggling;
His hands abroad display'd, as one that grasp'd
And tugg'd for life and was by strength subdued:
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 175Look, on the sheets his hair you see, is sticking;
His well-proportion'd beard made rough and rugged,
Like to the summer's corn by tempest lodged.
It cannot be but he was murder'd here;
The least of all these signs were probable.
SUFFOLKAct 3 Sc 2 Ln 180Why, Warwick, who should do the duke to death?
Myself and Beaufort had him in protection;
And we, I hope, sir, are no murderers.
WARWICKBut both of you were vow'd Duke Humphrey's foes,
And you, forsooth, had the good duke to keep:
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 185'Tis like you would not feast him like a friend;
And 'tis well seen he found an enemy.
QUEEN MARGARETThen you, belike, suspect these noblemen
As guilty of Duke Humphrey's timeless death.
WARWICKWho finds the heifer dead and bleeding fresh
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 190And sees fast by a butcher with an axe,
But will suspect 'twas he that made the slaughter?
Who finds the partridge in the puttock's nest,
But may imagine how the bird was dead,
Although the kite soar with unbloodied beak?
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 195Even so suspicious is this tragedy.
QUEEN MARGARETAre you the butcher, Suffolk? Where's your knife?
Is Beaufort term'd a kite? Where are his talons?
SUFFOLKI wear no knife to slaughter sleeping men;
But here's a vengeful sword, rusted with ease,
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 200That shall be scoured in his rancorous heart
That slanders me with murder's crimson badge.
Say, if thou darest, proud Lord of Warwick-shire,
That I am faulty in Duke Humphrey's death.
WARWICKWhat dares not Warwick, if false Suffolk dare him?
QUEEN MARGARETAct 3 Sc 2 Ln 205He dares not calm his contumelious spirit
Nor cease to be an arrogant controller,
Though Suffolk dare him twenty thousand times.
WARWICKMadam, be still; with reverence may I say;
For every word you speak in his behalf
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 210Is slander to your royal dignity.
SUFFOLKBlunt-witted lord, ignoble in demeanor!
If ever lady wrong'd her lord so much,
Thy mother took into her blameful bed
Some stern untutor'd churl, and noble stock
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 215Was graft with crab-tree slip; whose fruit thou art,
And never of the Nevils' noble race.
WARWICKBut that the guilt of murder bucklers thee
And I should rob the deathsman of his fee,
Quitting thee thereby of ten thousand shames,
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 220And that my sovereign's presence makes me mild,
I would, false murderous coward, on thy knee
Make thee beg pardon for thy passed speech,
And say it was thy mother that thou meant'st
That thou thyself was born in bastardy;
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 225And after all this fearful homage done,
Give thee thy hire and send thy soul to hell,
Pernicious blood-sucker of sleeping men!
SUFFOLKThou shall be waking well I shed thy blood,
If from this presence thou darest go with me.
WARWICKAct 3 Sc 2 Ln 230Away even now, or I will drag thee hence:
Unworthy though thou art, I'll cope with thee
And do some service to Duke Humphrey's ghost.
KING HENRY VIWhat stronger breastplate than a heart untainted!
Thrice is he armed that hath his quarrel just,
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 235And he but naked, though lock'd up in steel
Whose conscience with injustice is corrupted.
QUEEN MARGARETWhat noise is this?
KING HENRY VIWhy, how now, lords! your wrathful weapons drawn
Here in our presence! dare you be so bold?
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 240Why, what tumultuous clamour have we here?
SUFFOLKThe traitorous Warwick with the men of Bury
Set all upon me, mighty sovereign.
SALISBURY Sirs, stand apart;
the king shall know your mind.
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 245Dread lord, the commons send you word by me,
Unless Lord Suffolk straight be done to death,
Or banished fair England's territories,
They will by violence tear him from your palace
And torture him with grievous lingering death.
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 250They say, by him the good Duke Humphrey died;
They say, in him they fear your highness' death;
And mere instinct of love and loyalty,
Free from a stubborn opposite intent,
As being thought to contradict your liking,
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 255Makes them thus forward in his banishment.
They say, in care of your most royal person,
That if your highness should intend to sleep
And charge that no man should disturb your rest
In pain of your dislike or pain of death,
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 260Yet, notwithstanding such a strait edict,
Were there a serpent seen, with forked tongue,
That slily glided towards your majesty,
It were but necessary you were waked,
Lest, being suffer'd in that harmful slumber,
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 265The mortal worm might make the sleep eternal;
And therefore do they cry, though you forbid,
That they will guard you, whether you will or no,
From such fell serpents as false Suffolk is,
With whose envenomed and fatal sting,
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 270Your loving uncle, twenty times his worth,
They say, is shamefully bereft of life.
Commons An answer from the king, my
Lord of Salisbury!
SUFFOLK'Tis like the commons, rude unpolish'd hinds,
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 275Could send such message to their sovereign:
But you, my lord, were glad to be employ'd,
To show how quaint an orator you are:
But all the honour Salisbury hath won
Is, that he was the lord ambassador
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 280Sent from a sort of tinkers to the king.
Commons An answer from the king, or we will all break in!
KING HENRY VIGo, Salisbury, and tell them all from me.
I thank them for their tender loving care;
And had I not been cited so by them,
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 285Yet did I purpose as they do entreat;
For, sure, my thoughts do hourly prophesy
Mischance unto my state by Suffolk's means:
And therefore, by His majesty I swear,
Whose far unworthy deputy I am,
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 290He shall not breathe infection in this air
But three days longer, on the pain of death.
QUEEN MARGARETO Henry, let me plead for gentle Suffolk!
KING HENRY VIUngentle queen, to call him gentle Suffolk!
No more, I say: if thou dost plead for him,
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 295Thou wilt but add increase unto my wrath.
Had I but said, I would have kept my word,
But when I swear, it is irrevocable.
If, after three days' space, thou here be'st found
On any ground that I am ruler of,
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 300The world shall not be ransom for thy life.
Come, Warwick, come, good Warwick, go with me;
I have great matters to impart to thee.
QUEEN MARGARETMischance and sorrow go along with you!
Heart's discontent and sour affliction
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 305Be playfellows to keep you company!
There's two of you; the devil make a third!
And threefold vengeance tend upon your steps!
SUFFOLKCease, gentle queen, these execrations,
And let thy Suffolk take his heavy leave.
QUEEN MARGARETAct 3 Sc 2 Ln 310Fie, coward woman and soft-hearted wretch!
Hast thou not spirit to curse thine enemy?
SUFFOLKA plague upon them! wherefore should I curse them?
Would curses kill, as doth the mandrake's groan,
I would invent as bitter-searching terms,
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 315As curst, as harsh and horrible to hear,
Deliver'd strongly through my fixed teeth,
With full as many signs of deadly hate,
As lean-faced Envy in her loathsome cave:
My tongue should stumble in mine earnest words;
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 320Mine eyes should sparkle like the beaten flint;
Mine hair be fixed on end, as one distract;
Ay, every joint should seem to curse and ban:
And even now my burthen'd heart would break,
Should I not curse them. Poison be their drink!
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 325Gall, worse than gall, the daintiest that they taste!
Their sweetest shade a grove of cypress trees!
Their chiefest prospect murdering basilisks!
Their softest touch as smart as lizards' sting!
Their music frightful as the serpent's hiss,
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 330And boding screech-owls make the concert full!
All the foul terrors in dark-seated hell —
QUEEN MARGARETEnough, sweet Suffolk; thou torment'st thyself;
And these dread curses, like the sun 'gainst glass,
Or like an overcharged gun, recoil,
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 335And turn the force of them upon thyself.
SUFFOLKYou bade me ban, and will you bid me leave?
Now, by the ground that I am banish'd from,
Well could I curse away a winter's night,
Though standing naked on a mountain top,
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 340Where biting cold would never let grass grow,
And think it but a minute spent in sport.
QUEEN MARGARETO, let me entreat thee cease. Give me thy hand,
That I may dew it with my mournful tears;
Nor let the rain of heaven wet this place,
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 345To wash away my woful monuments.
O, could this kiss be printed in thy hand,
That thou mightst think upon these by the seal,
Through whom a thousand sighs are breathed for thee!
So, get thee gone, that I may know my grief;
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 350'Tis but surmised whiles thou art standing by,
As one that surfeits thinking on a want.
I will repeal thee, or, be well assured,
Adventure to be banished myself:
And banished I am, if but from thee.
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 355Go; speak not to me; even now be gone.
O, go not yet! Even thus two friends condemn'd
Embrace and kiss and take ten thousand leaves,
Loather a hundred times to part than die.
Yet now farewell; and farewell life with thee!
SUFFOLKAct 3 Sc 2 Ln 360Thus is poor Suffolk ten times banished;
Once by the king, and three times thrice by thee.
'Tis not the land I care for, wert thou thence;
A wilderness is populous enough,
So Suffolk had thy heavenly company:
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 365For where thou art, there is the world itself,
With every several pleasure in the world,
And where thou art not, desolation.
I can no more: live thou to joy thy life;
Myself no joy in nought but that thou livest.
QUEEN MARGARETAct 3 Sc 2 Ln 370Wither goes Vaux so fast? what news, I prithee?
VAUXTo signify unto his majesty
That Cardinal Beaufort is at point of death;
For suddenly a grievous sickness took him,
That makes him gasp and stare and catch the air,
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 375Blaspheming God and cursing men on earth.
Sometimes he talks as if Duke Humphrey's ghost
Were by his side; sometime he calls the king,
And whispers to his pillow, as to him,
The secrets of his overcharged soul;
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 380And I am sent to tell his majesty
That even now he cries aloud for him.
QUEEN MARGARETGo tell this heavy message to the king.
Ay me! what is this world! what news are these!
But wherefore grieve I at an hour's poor loss,
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 385Omitting Suffolk's exile, my soul's treasure?
Why only, Suffolk, mourn I not for thee,
And with the southern clouds contend in tears,
Theirs for the earth's increase, mine for my sorrows?
Now get thee hence: the king, thou know'st, is coming;
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 390If thou be found by me, thou art but dead.
SUFFOLKIf I depart from thee, I cannot live;
And in thy sight to die, what were it else
But like a pleasant slumber in thy lap?
Here could I breathe my soul into the air,
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 395As mild and gentle as the cradle-babe
Dying with mother's dug between its lips:
Where, from thy sight, I should be raging mad,
And cry out for thee to close up mine eyes,
To have thee with thy lips to stop my mouth;
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 400So shouldst thou either turn my flying soul,
Or I should breathe it so into thy body,
And then it lived in sweet Elysium.
To die by thee were but to die in jest;
From thee to die were torture more than death:
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 405O, let me stay, befall what may befall!
QUEEN MARGARETAway! though parting be a fretful corrosive,
It is applied to a deathful wound.
To France, sweet Suffolk: let me hear from thee;
For wheresoe'er thou art in this world's globe,
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 410I'll have an Iris that shall find thee out.
SUFFOLKI go.
QUEEN MARGARETAnd take my heart with thee.
SUFFOLKA jewel, lock'd into the wofull'st cask
That ever did contain a thing of worth.
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 415Even as a splitted bark, so sunder we
This way fall I to death.
QUEEN MARGARETThis way for me.

ACT III

SCENE III. A bedchamber.

KING HENRY VIHow fares my lord? speak, Beaufort, to
thy sovereign.
CARDINALIf thou be'st death, I'll give thee England's treasure,
Enough to purchase such another island,
Act 3 Sc 3 Ln 5So thou wilt let me live, and feel no pain.
KING HENRY VIAh, what a sign it is of evil life,
Where death's approach is seen so terrible!
WARWICKBeaufort, it is thy sovereign speaks to thee.
CARDINALBring me unto my trial when you will.
Act 3 Sc 3 Ln 10Died he not in his bed? where should he die?
Can I make men live, whether they will or no?
O, torture me no more! I will confess.
Alive again? then show me where he is:
I'll give a thousand pound to look upon him.
Act 3 Sc 3 Ln 15He hath no eyes, the dust hath blinded them.
Comb down his hair; look, look! it stands upright,
Like lime-twigs set to catch my winged soul.
Give me some drink; and bid the apothecary
Bring the strong poison that I bought of him.
KING HENRY VIAct 3 Sc 3 Ln 20O thou eternal Mover of the heavens.
Look with a gentle eye upon this wretch!
O, beat away the busy meddling fiend
That lays strong siege unto this wretch's soul.
And from his bosom purge this black despair!
WARWICKAct 3 Sc 3 Ln 25See, how the pangs of death do make him grin!
SALISBURYDisturb him not; let him pass peaceably.
KING HENRY VIPeace to his soul, if God's good pleasure be!
Lord cardinal, if thou think'st on heaven's bliss,
Hold up thy hand, make signal of thy hope.
Act 3 Sc 3 Ln 30He dies, and makes no sign. O God, forgive him!
WARWICKSo bad a death argues a monstrous life.
KING HENRY VIForbear to judge, for we are sinners all.
Close up his eyes and draw the curtain close;
And let us all to meditation.

ACT IV

SCENE I. The coast of Kent.

CaptainThe gaudy, blabbing and remorseful day
Is crept into the bosom of the sea;
And now loud-howling wolves arouse the jades
That drag the tragic melancholy night;
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 5Who, with their drowsy, slow and flagging wings,
Clip dead men's graves and from their misty jaws
Breathe foul contagious darkness in the air.
Therefore bring forth the soldiers of our prize;
For, whilst our pinnace anchors in the Downs,
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 10Here shall they make their ransom on the sand,
Or with their blood stain this discolour'd shore.
Master, this prisoner freely give I thee;
And thou that art his mate, make boot of this;
The other, Walter Whitmore, is thy share.
First GentlemanAct 4 Sc 1 Ln 15What is my ransom, master? let me know.
MasterA thousand crowns, or else lay down your head.
Master's-MateAnd so much shall you give, or off goes yours.
CaptainWhat, think you much to pay two thousand crowns,
And bear the name and port of gentlemen?
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 20Cut both the villains' throats; for die you shall:
The lives of those which we have lost in fight
Be counterpoised with such a petty sum!
First GentlemanI'll give it, sir; and therefore spare my life.
Second GentlemanAnd so will I and write home for it straight.
WHITMOREAct 4 Sc 1 Ln 25I lost mine eye in laying the prize aboard,
And therefore to revenge it, shalt thou die;
And so should these, if I might have my will.
CaptainBe not so rash; take ransom, let him live.
SUFFOLKLook on my George; I am a gentleman:
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 30Rate me at what thou wilt, thou shalt be paid.
WHITMOREAnd so am I; my name is Walter Whitmore.
How now! why start'st thou? what, doth
death affright?
SUFFOLKThy name affrights me, in whose sound is death.
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 35A cunning man did calculate my birth
And told me that by water I should die:
Yet let not this make thee be bloody-minded;
Thy name is Gaultier, being rightly sounded.
WHITMOREGaultier or Walter, which it is, I care not:
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 40Never yet did base dishonour blur our name,
But with our sword we wiped away the blot;
Therefore, when merchant-like I sell revenge,
Broke be my sword, my arms torn and defaced,
And I proclaim'd a coward through the world!
SUFFOLKAct 4 Sc 1 Ln 45Stay, Whitmore; for thy prisoner is a prince,
The Duke of Suffolk, William de la Pole.
WHITMOREThe Duke of Suffolk muffled up in rags!
SUFFOLKAy, but these rags are no part of the duke:
Jove sometimes went disguised, and why not I?
CaptainAct 4 Sc 1 Ln 50But Jove was never slain, as thou shalt be.
SUFFOLKObscure and lowly swain, King Henry's blood,
The honourable blood of Lancaster,
Must not be shed by such a jaded groom.
Hast thou not kiss'd thy hand and held my stirrup?
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 55Bare-headed plodded by my foot-cloth mule
And thought thee happy when I shook my head?
How often hast thou waited at my cup,
Fed from my trencher, kneel'd down at the board.
When I have feasted with Queen Margaret?
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 60Remember it and let it make thee crest-fall'n,
Ay, and allay this thy abortive pride;
How in our voiding lobby hast thou stood
And duly waited for my coming forth?
This hand of mine hath writ in thy behalf,
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 65And therefore shall it charm thy riotous tongue.
WHITMORESpeak, captain, shall I stab the forlorn swain?
CaptainFirst let my words stab him, as he hath me.
SUFFOLKBase slave, thy words are blunt and so art thou.
CaptainConvey him hence and on our longboat's side
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 70Strike off his head.
SUFFOLKThou darest not, for thy own.
CaptainYes, Pole.
SUFFOLKPole!
CaptainPool! Sir Pool! lord!
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 75Ay, kennel, puddle, sink; whose filth and dirt
Troubles the silver spring where England drinks.
Now will I dam up this thy yawning mouth
For swallowing the treasure of the realm:
Thy lips that kiss'd the queen shall sweep the ground;
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 80And thou that smiledst at good Duke Humphrey's death,
Against the senseless winds shalt grin in vain,
Who in contempt shall hiss at thee again:
And wedded be thou to the hags of hell,
For daring to affy a mighty lord
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 85Unto the daughter of a worthless king,
Having neither subject, wealth, nor diadem.
By devilish policy art thou grown great,
And, like ambitious Sylla, overgorged
With gobbets of thy mother's bleeding heart.
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 90By thee Anjou and Maine were sold to France,
The false revolting Normans thorough thee
Disdain to call us lord, and Picardy
Hath slain their governors, surprised our forts,
And sent the ragged soldiers wounded home.
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 95The princely Warwick, and the Nevils all,
Whose dreadful swords were never drawn in vain,
As hating thee, are rising up in arms:
And now the house of York, thrust from the crown
By shameful murder of a guiltless king
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 100And lofty proud encroaching tyranny,
Burns with revenging fire; whose hopeful colours
Advance our half-faced sun, striving to shine,
Under the which is writ 'Invitis nubibus.'
The commons here in Kent are up in arms:
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 105And, to conclude, reproach and beggary
Is crept into the palace of our king.
And all by thee. Away! convey him hence.
SUFFOLKO that I were a god, to shoot forth thunder
Upon these paltry, servile, abject drudges!
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 110Small things make base men proud: this villain here,
Being captain of a pinnace, threatens more
Than Bargulus the strong Illyrian pirate.
Drones suck not eagles' blood but rob beehives:
It is impossible that I should die
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 115By such a lowly vassal as thyself.
Thy words move rage and not remorse in me:
I go of message from the queen to France;
I charge thee waft me safely cross the Channel.
CaptainWalter, —
WHITMOREAct 4 Sc 1 Ln 120Come, Suffolk, I must waft thee to thy death.
SUFFOLKGelidus timor occupat artus it is thee I fear.
WHITMOREThou shalt have cause to fear before I leave thee.
What, are ye daunted now? now will ye stoop?
First GentlemanMy gracious lord, entreat him, speak him fair.
SUFFOLKAct 4 Sc 1 Ln 125Suffolk's imperial tongue is stern and rough,
Used to command, untaught to plead for favour.
Far be it we should honour such as these
With humble suit: no, rather let my head
Stoop to the block than these knees bow to any
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 130Save to the God of heaven and to my king;
And sooner dance upon a bloody pole
Than stand uncover'd to the vulgar groom.
True nobility is exempt from fear:
More can I bear than you dare execute.
CaptainAct 4 Sc 1 Ln 135Hale him away, and let him talk no more.
SUFFOLKCome, soldiers, show what cruelty ye can,
That this my death may never be forgot!
Great men oft die by vile bezonians:
A Roman sworder and banditto slave
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 140Murder'd sweet Tully; Brutus' bastard hand
Stabb'd Julius Caesar; savage islanders
Pompey the Great; and Suffolk dies by pirates.
CaptainAnd as for these whose ransom we have set,
It is our pleasure one of them depart;
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 145Therefore come you with us and let him go.
WHITMOREThere let his head and lifeless body lie,
Until the queen his mistress bury it.
First GentlemanO barbarous and bloody spectacle!
His body will I bear unto the king:
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 150If he revenge it not, yet will his friends;
So will the queen, that living held him dear.

ACT IV

SCENE II. Blackheath.

BEVISCome, and get thee a sword, though made of a lath;
they have been up these two days.
HOLLANDThey have the more need to sleep now, then.
BEVISI tell thee, Jack Cade the clothier means to dress
Act 4 Sc 2 Ln 5the commonwealth, and turn it, and set a new nap upon it.
HOLLANDSo he had need, for 'tis threadbare. Well, I say it
was never merry world in England since gentlemen came up.
BEVISO miserable age! virtue is not regarded in handicrafts-men.
HOLLANDThe nobility think scorn to go in leather aprons.
BEVISAct 4 Sc 2 Ln 10Nay, more, the king's council are no good workmen.
HOLLANDTrue; and yet it is said, labour in thy vocation;
which is as much to say as, let the magistrates be
labouring men; and therefore should we be
magistrates.
BEVISAct 4 Sc 2 Ln 15Thou hast hit it; for there's no better sign of a
brave mind than a hard hand.
HOLLANDI see them! I see them! there's Best's son, the
tanner of Wingham, —
BEVISHe shall have the skin of our enemies, to make
Act 4 Sc 2 Ln 20dog's-leather of.
HOLLANDAnd Dick the Butcher, —
BEVISThen is sin struck down like an ox, and iniquity's
throat cut like a calf.
HOLLANDAnd Smith the weaver, —
BEVISAct 4 Sc 2 Ln 25Argo, their thread of life is spun.
HOLLANDCome, come, let's fall in with them.
CADEWe John Cade, so termed of our supposed father, —
DICK Or rather, of stealing a cade of herrings.
CADEFor our enemies shall fall before us, inspired with
Act 4 Sc 2 Ln 30the spirit of putting down kings and princes,
— Command silence.
DICKSilence!
CADEMy father was a Mortimer, —
DICK He was an honest man, and a good
Act 4 Sc 2 Ln 35bricklayer.
CADEMy mother a Plantagenet, —
DICK I knew her well; she was a midwife.
CADEMy wife descended of the Lacies, —
DICK She was, indeed, a pedler's daughter, and
Act 4 Sc 2 Ln 40sold many laces.
SMITH But now of late, notable to travel with her
furred pack, she washes bucks here at home.
CADETherefore am I of an honourable house.
DICK Ay, by my faith, the field is honourable;
Act 4 Sc 2 Ln 45and there was he borne, under a hedge, for his
father had never a house but the cage.
CADEValiant I am.
SMITH A' must needs; for beggary is valiant.
CADEI am able to endure much.
DICKAct 4 Sc 2 Ln 50 No question of that; for I have seen him
whipped three market-days together.
CADEI fear neither sword nor fire.
SMITH He need not fear the sword; for his coat is of proof.
DICK But methinks he should stand in fear of
Act 4 Sc 2 Ln 55fire, being burnt i' the hand for stealing of sheep.
CADEBe brave, then; for your captain is brave, and vows
reformation. There shall be in England seven
halfpenny loaves sold for a penny: the three-hooped
pot; shall have ten hoops and I will make it felony
Act 4 Sc 2 Ln 60to drink small beer: all the realm shall be in
common; and in Cheapside shall my palfrey go to
grass: and when I am king, as king I will be, —
ALLGod save your majesty!
CADEI thank you, good people: there shall be no money;
Act 4 Sc 2 Ln 65all shall eat and drink on my score; and I will
apparel them all in one livery, that they may agree
like brothers and worship me their lord.
DICKThe first thing we do, let's kill all the lawyers.
CADENay, that I mean to do. Is not this a lamentable
Act 4 Sc 2 Ln 70thing, that of the skin of an innocent lamb should
be made parchment? that parchment, being scribbled
o'er, should undo a man? Some say the bee stings:
but I say, 'tis the bee's wax; for I did but seal
once to a thing, and I was never mine own man
Act 4 Sc 2 Ln 75since. How now! who's there?
SMITHThe clerk of Chatham: he can write and read and
cast accompt.
CADEO monstrous!
SMITHWe took him setting of boys' copies.
CADEAct 4 Sc 2 Ln 80Here's a villain!
SMITHHas a book in his pocket with red letters in't.
CADENay, then, he is a conjurer.
DICKNay, he can make obligations, and write court-hand.
CADEI am sorry for't: the man is a proper man, of mine
Act 4 Sc 2 Ln 85honour; unless I find him guilty, he shall not die.
Come hither, sirrah, I must examine thee: what is thy name?
ClerkEmmanuel.
DICKThey use to write it on the top of letters: 'twill
go hard with you.
CADEAct 4 Sc 2 Ln 90Let me alone. Dost thou use to write thy name? or
hast thou a mark to thyself, like an honest
plain-dealing man?
CLERKSir, I thank God, I have been so well brought up
that I can write my name.
ALLAct 4 Sc 2 Ln 95He hath confessed: away with him! he's a villain
and a traitor.
CADEAway with him, I say! hang him with his pen and
ink-horn about his neck.
MICHAELWhere's our general?
CADEAct 4 Sc 2 Ln 100Here I am, thou particular fellow.
MICHAELFly, fly, fly! Sir Humphrey Stafford and his
brother are hard by, with the king's forces.
CADEStand, villain, stand, or I'll fell thee down. He
shall be encountered with a man as good as himself:
Act 4 Sc 2 Ln 105he is but a knight, is a'?
MICHAELNo.
CADETo equal him, I will make myself a knight presently.
Rise up Sir John Mortimer.
Now have at him!
SIR HUMPHREYAct 4 Sc 2 Ln 110Rebellious hinds, the filth and scum of Kent,
Mark'd for the gallows, lay your weapons down;
Home to your cottages, forsake this groom:
The king is merciful, if you revolt.
WILLIAM STAFFORDBut angry, wrathful, and inclined to blood,
Act 4 Sc 2 Ln 115If you go forward; therefore yield, or die.
CADEAs for these silken-coated slaves, I pass not:
It is to you, good people, that I speak,
Over whom, in time to come, I hope to reign;
For I am rightful heir unto the crown.
SIR HUMPHREYAct 4 Sc 2 Ln 120Villain, thy father was a plasterer;
And thou thyself a shearman, art thou not?
CADEAnd Adam was a gardener.
WILLIAM STAFFORDAnd what of that?
CADEMarry, this: Edmund Mortimer, Earl of March.
Act 4 Sc 2 Ln 125Married the Duke of Clarence' daughter, did he not?
SIR HUMPHREYAy, sir.
CADEBy her he had two children at one birth.
WILLIAM STAFFORDThat's false.
CADEAy, there's the question; but I say, 'tis true:
Act 4 Sc 2 Ln 130The elder of them, being put to nurse,
Was by a beggar-woman stolen away;
And, ignorant of his birth and parentage,
Became a bricklayer when he came to age:
His son am I; deny it, if you can.
DICKAct 4 Sc 2 Ln 135Nay, 'tis too true; therefore he shall be king.
SMITHSir, he made a chimney in my father's house, and
the bricks are alive at this day to testify it;
therefore deny it not.
SIR HUMPHREYAnd will you credit this base drudge's words,
Act 4 Sc 2 Ln 140That speaks he knows not what?
ALLAy, marry, will we; therefore get ye gone.
WILLIAM STAFFORDJack Cade, the Duke of York hath taught you this.
CADE He lies, for I invented it myself.
Go to, sirrah, tell the king from me, that, for his
Act 4 Sc 2 Ln 145father's sake, Henry the Fifth, in whose time boys
went to span-counter for French crowns, I am content
he shall reign; but I'll be protector over him.
DICKAnd furthermore, well have the Lord Say's head for
selling the dukedom of Maine.
CADEAct 4 Sc 2 Ln 150And good reason; for thereby is England mained, and
fain to go with a staff, but that my puissance holds
it up. Fellow kings, I tell you that that Lord Say
hath gelded the commonwealth, and made it an eunuch:
and more than that, he can speak French; and
Act 4 Sc 2 Ln 155therefore he is a traitor.
SIR HUMPHREYO gross and miserable ignorance!
CADENay, answer, if you can: the Frenchmen are our
enemies; go to, then, I ask but this: can he that
speaks with the tongue of an enemy be a good
Act 4 Sc 2 Ln 160counsellor, or no?
ALLNo, no; and therefore we'll have his head.
WILLIAM STAFFORDWell, seeing gentle words will not prevail,
Assail them with the army of the king.
SIR HUMPHREYHerald, away; and throughout every town
Act 4 Sc 2 Ln 165Proclaim them traitors that are up with Cade;
That those which fly before the battle ends
May, even in their wives' and children's sight,
Be hang'd up for example at their doors:
And you that be the king's friends, follow me.
CADEAct 4 Sc 2 Ln 170And you that love the commons, follow me.
Now show yourselves men; 'tis for liberty.
We will not leave one lord, one gentleman:
Spare none but such as go in clouted shoon;
For they are thrifty honest men, and such
Act 4 Sc 2 Ln 175As would, but that they dare not, take our parts.
DICKThey are all in order and march toward us.
CADEBut then are we in order when we are most
out of order. Come, march forward.

ACT IV

SCENE III. Another part of Blackheath.

CADEWhere's Dick, the butcher of Ashford?
DICKHere, sir.
CADEThey fell before thee like sheep and oxen, and thou
behavedst thyself as if thou hadst been in thine own
Act 4 Sc 3 Ln 5slaughter-house: therefore thus will I reward thee,
the Lent shall be as long again as it is; and thou
shalt have a licence to kill for a hundred lacking
one.
DICKI desire no more.
CADEAct 4 Sc 3 Ln 10And, to speak truth, thou deservest no less. This
monument of the victory will I bear;
and the bodies shall be dragged at my horse' heels
till I do come to London, where we will have the
mayor's sword borne before us.
DICKAct 4 Sc 3 Ln 15If we mean to thrive and do good, break open the
gaols and let out the prisoners.
CADEFear not that, I warrant thee. Come, let's march
towards London.

ACT IV

SCENE IV. London. The palace.

QUEEN MARGARETOft have I heard that grief softens the mind,
And makes it fearful and degenerate;
Think therefore on revenge and cease to weep.
But who can cease to weep and look on this?
Act 4 Sc 4 Ln 5Here may his head lie on my throbbing breast:
But where's the body that I should embrace?
BUCKINGHAMWhat answer makes your grace to the rebels'
supplication?
KING HENRY VII'll send some holy bishop to entreat;
Act 4 Sc 4 Ln 10For God forbid so many simple souls
Should perish by the sword! And I myself,
Rather than bloody war shall cut them short,
Will parley with Jack Cade their general:
But stay, I'll read it over once again.
QUEEN MARGARETAct 4 Sc 4 Ln 15Ah, barbarous villains! hath this lovely face
Ruled, like a wandering planet, over me,
And could it not enforce them to relent,
That were unworthy to behold the same?
KING HENRY VILord Say, Jack Cade hath sworn to have thy head.
SAYAct 4 Sc 4 Ln 20Ay, but I hope your highness shall have his.
KING HENRY VIHow now, madam!
Still lamenting and mourning for Suffolk's death?
I fear me, love, if that I had been dead,
Thou wouldst not have mourn'd so much for me.
QUEEN MARGARETAct 4 Sc 4 Ln 25No, my love, I should not mourn, but die for thee.
KING HENRY VIHow now! what news? why comest thou in such haste?
MessengerThe rebels are in Southwark; fly, my lord!
Jack Cade proclaims himself Lord Mortimer,
Descended from the Duke of Clarence' house,
Act 4 Sc 4 Ln 30And calls your grace usurper openly
And vows to crown himself in Westminster.
His army is a ragged multitude
Of hinds and peasants, rude and merciless:
Sir Humphrey Stafford and his brother's death
Act 4 Sc 4 Ln 35Hath given them heart and courage to proceed:
All scholars, lawyers, courtiers, gentlemen,
They call false caterpillars, and intend their death.
KING HENRY VIO graceless men! they know not what they do.
BUCKINGHAMMy gracious lord, return to Killingworth,
Act 4 Sc 4 Ln 40Until a power be raised to put them down.
QUEEN MARGARETAh, were the Duke of Suffolk now alive,
These Kentish rebels would be soon appeased!
KING HENRY VILord Say, the traitors hate thee;
Therefore away with us to Killingworth.
SAYAct 4 Sc 4 Ln 45So might your grace's person be in danger.
The sight of me is odious in their eyes;
And therefore in this city will I stay
And live alone as secret as I may.
MessengerJack Cade hath gotten London bridge:
Act 4 Sc 4 Ln 50The citizens fly and forsake their houses:
The rascal people, thirsting after prey,
Join with the traitor, and they jointly swear
To spoil the city and your royal court.
BUCKINGHAMThen linger not, my lord, away, take horse.
KING HENRY VIAct 4 Sc 4 Ln 55Come, Margaret; God, our hope, will succor us.
QUEEN MARGARETMy hope is gone, now Suffolk is deceased.
KING HENRY VIFarewell, my lord: trust not the Kentish rebels.
BUCKINGHAMTrust nobody, for fear you be betray'd.
SAYThe trust I have is in mine innocence,
Act 4 Sc 4 Ln 60And therefore am I bold and resolute.

ACT IV

SCENE V. London. The Tower.

SCALESHow now! is Jack Cade slain?
First CitizenNo, my lord, nor likely to be slain; for they have
won the bridge, killing all those that withstand
them: the lord mayor craves aid of your honour from
Act 4 Sc 5 Ln 5the Tower, to defend the city from the rebels.
SCALESSuch aid as I can spare you shall command;
But I am troubled here with them myself;
The rebels have assay'd to win the Tower.
But get you to Smithfield, and gather head,
Act 4 Sc 5 Ln 10And thither I will send you Matthew Goffe;
Fight for your king, your country and your lives;
And so, farewell, for I must hence again.

ACT IV

SCENE VI. London. Cannon Street.

CADENow is Mortimer lord of this city. And here, sitting
upon London-stone, I charge and command that, of the
city's cost, the pissing-conduit run nothing but
claret wine this first year of our reign. And now
Act 4 Sc 6 Ln 5henceforward it shall be treason for any that calls
me other than Lord Mortimer.
SoldierJack Cade! Jack Cade!
CADEKnock him down there.
SMITHIf this fellow be wise, he'll never call ye Jack
Act 4 Sc 6 Ln 10Cade more: I think he hath a very fair warning.
DICKMy lord, there's an army gathered together in
Smithfield.
CADECome, then, let's go fight with them; but first, go
and set London bridge on fire; and, if you can, burn
Act 4 Sc 6 Ln 15down the Tower too. Come, let's away.

ACT IV

SCENE VII. London. Smithfield.

CADESo, sirs: now go some and pull down the Savoy;
others to the inns of court; down with them all.
DICKI have a suit unto your lordship.
CADEBe it a lordship, thou shalt have it for that word.
DICKAct 4 Sc 7 Ln 5Only that the laws of England may come out of your mouth.
HOLLAND Mass, 'twill be sore law, then; for he was
thrust in the mouth with a spear, and 'tis not whole
yet.
SMITH Nay, John, it will be stinking law for his
Act 4 Sc 7 Ln 10breath stinks with eating toasted cheese.
CADEI have thought upon it, it shall be so. Away, burn
all the records of the realm: my mouth shall be
the parliament of England.
HOLLAND Then we are like to have biting statutes,
Act 4 Sc 7 Ln 15unless his teeth be pulled out.
CADEAnd henceforward all things shall be in common.
MessengerMy lord, a prize, a prize! here's the Lord Say,
which sold the towns in France; he that made us pay
one and twenty fifteens, and one shilling to the
Act 4 Sc 7 Ln 20pound, the last subsidy.
CADEWell, he shall be beheaded for it ten times. Ah,
thou say, thou serge, nay, thou buckram lord! now
art thou within point-blank of our jurisdiction
regal. What canst thou answer to my majesty for
Act 4 Sc 7 Ln 25giving up of Normandy unto Mounsieur Basimecu, the
dauphin of France? Be it known unto thee by these
presence, even the presence of Lord Mortimer, that I
am the besom that must sweep the court clean of such
filth as thou art. Thou hast most traitorously
Act 4 Sc 7 Ln 30corrupted the youth of the realm in erecting a
grammar school; and whereas, before, our forefathers
had no other books but the score and the tally, thou
hast caused printing to be used, and, contrary to
the king, his crown and dignity, thou hast built a
Act 4 Sc 7 Ln 35paper-mill. It will be proved to thy face that thou
hast men about thee that usually talk of a noun and
a verb, and such abominable words as no Christian
ear can endure to hear. Thou hast appointed
justices of peace, to call poor men before them
Act 4 Sc 7 Ln 40about matters they were not able to answer.
Moreover, thou hast put them in prison; and because
they could not read, thou hast hanged them; when,
indeed, only for that cause they have been most
worthy to live. Thou dost ride in a foot-cloth, dost thou not?
SAYAct 4 Sc 7 Ln 45What of that?
CADEMarry, thou oughtest not to let thy horse wear a
cloak, when honester men than thou go in their hose
and doublets.
DICKAnd work in their shirt too; as myself, for example,
Act 4 Sc 7 Ln 50that am a butcher.
SAYYou men of Kent, —
DICKWhat say you of Kent?
SAYNothing but this; 'tis 'bona terra, mala gens.'
CADEAway with him, away with him! he speaks Latin.
SAYAct 4 Sc 7 Ln 55Hear me but speak, and bear me where you will.
Kent, in the Commentaries Caesar writ,
Is term'd the civil'st place of this isle:
Sweet is the country, because full of riches;
The people liberal, valiant, active, wealthy;
Act 4 Sc 7 Ln 60Which makes me hope you are not void of pity.
I sold not Maine, I lost not Normandy,
Yet, to recover them, would lose my life.
Justice with favour have I always done;
Prayers and tears have moved me, gifts could never.
Act 4 Sc 7 Ln 65When have I aught exacted at your hands,
But to maintain the king, the realm and you?
Large gifts have I bestow'd on learned clerks,
Because my book preferr'd me to the king,
And seeing ignorance is the curse of God,
Act 4 Sc 7 Ln 70Knowledge the wing wherewith we fly to heaven,
Unless you be possess'd with devilish spirits,
You cannot but forbear to murder me:
This tongue hath parley'd unto foreign kings
For your behoof, —
CADEAct 4 Sc 7 Ln 75Tut, when struck'st thou one blow in the field?
SAYGreat men have reaching hands: oft have I struck
Those that I never saw and struck them dead.
BEVISO monstrous coward! what, to come behind folks?
SAYThese cheeks are pale for watching for your good.
CADEAct 4 Sc 7 Ln 80Give him a box o' the ear and that will make 'em red again.
SAYLong sitting to determine poor men's causes
Hath made me full of sickness and diseases.
CADEYe shall have a hempen caudle, then, and the help of hatchet.
DICKWhy dost thou quiver, man?
SAYAct 4 Sc 7 Ln 85The palsy, and not fear, provokes me.
CADENay, he nods at us, as who should say, I'll be even
with you: I'll see if his head will stand steadier
on a pole, or no. Take him away, and behead him.
SAYTell me wherein have I offended most?
Act 4 Sc 7 Ln 90Have I affected wealth or honour? speak.
Are my chests fill'd up with extorted gold?
Is my apparel sumptuous to behold?
Whom have I injured, that ye seek my death?
These hands are free from guiltless bloodshedding,
Act 4 Sc 7 Ln 95This breast from harbouring foul deceitful thoughts.
O, let me live!
CADE I feel remorse in myself with his words;
but I'll bridle it: he shall die, an it be but for
pleading so well for his life. Away with him! he
Act 4 Sc 7 Ln 100has a familiar under his tongue; he speaks not o'
God's name. Go, take him away, I say, and strike
off his head presently; and then break into his
son-in-law's house, Sir James Cromer, and strike off
his head, and bring them both upon two poles hither.
ALLAct 4 Sc 7 Ln 105It shall be done.
SAYAh, countrymen! if when you make your prayers,
God should be so obdurate as yourselves,
How would it fare with your departed souls?
And therefore yet relent, and save my life.
CADEAct 4 Sc 7 Ln 110Away with him! and do as I command ye.
The proudest peer in the realm shall not wear a head
on his shoulders, unless he pay me tribute; there
shall not a maid be married, but she shall pay to me
her maidenhead ere they have it: men shall hold of
Act 4 Sc 7 Ln 115me in capite; and we charge and command that their
wives be as free as heart can wish or tongue can tell.
DICKMy lord, when shall we go to Cheapside and take up
commodities upon our bills?
CADEMarry, presently.
ALLAct 4 Sc 7 Ln 120O, brave!
CADEBut is not this braver? Let them kiss one another,
for they loved well when they were alive. Now part
them again, lest they consult about the giving up of
some more towns in France. Soldiers, defer the
Act 4 Sc 7 Ln 125spoil of the city until night: for with these borne
before us, instead of maces, will we ride through
the streets, and at every corner have them kiss. Away!

ACT IV

SCENE VIII. Southwark.

CADEUp Fish Street! down Saint Magnus' Corner! Kill
and knock down! throw them into Thames!
What noise is this I hear? Dare any be so bold to
sound retreat or parley, when I command them kill?
BUCKINGHAMAct 4 Sc 8 Ln 5Ay, here they be that dare and will disturb thee:
Know, Cade, we come ambassadors from the king
Unto the commons whom thou hast misled;
And here pronounce free pardon to them all
That will forsake thee and go home in peace.
CLIFFORDAct 4 Sc 8 Ln 10What say ye, countrymen? will ye relent,
And yield to mercy whilst 'tis offer'd you;
Or let a rebel lead you to your deaths?
Who loves the king and will embrace his pardon,
Fling up his cap, and say 'God save his majesty!'
Act 4 Sc 8 Ln 15Who hateth him and honours not his father,
Henry the Fifth, that made all France to quake,
Shake he his weapon at us and pass by.
ALLGod save the king! God save the king!
CADEWhat, Buckingham and Clifford, are ye so brave? And
Act 4 Sc 8 Ln 20you, base peasants, do ye believe him? will you
needs be hanged with your pardons about your necks?
Hath my sword therefore broke through London gates,
that you should leave me at the White Hart in
Southwark? I thought ye would never have given out
Act 4 Sc 8 Ln 25these arms till you had recovered your ancient
freedom: but you are all recreants and dastards,
and delight to live in slavery to the nobility. Let
them break your backs with burthens, take your
houses over your heads, ravish your wives and
Act 4 Sc 8 Ln 30daughters before your faces: for me, I will make
shift for one; and so, God's curse light upon you
all!
ALLWe'll follow Cade, we'll follow Cade!
CLIFFORDIs Cade the son of Henry the Fifth,
Act 4 Sc 8 Ln 35That thus you do exclaim you'll go with him?
Will he conduct you through the heart of France,
And make the meanest of you earls and dukes?
Alas, he hath no home, no place to fly to;
Nor knows he how to live but by the spoil,
Act 4 Sc 8 Ln 40Unless by robbing of your friends and us.
Were't not a shame, that whilst you live at jar,
The fearful French, whom you late vanquished,
Should make a start o'er seas and vanquish you?
Methinks already in this civil broil
Act 4 Sc 8 Ln 45I see them lording it in London streets,
Crying 'Villiago!' unto all they meet.
Better ten thousand base-born Cades miscarry
Than you should stoop unto a Frenchman's mercy.
To France, to France, and get what you have lost;
Act 4 Sc 8 Ln 50Spare England, for it is your native coast;
Henry hath money, you are strong and manly;
God on our side, doubt not of victory.
ALLA Clifford! a Clifford! we'll follow the king and Clifford.
CADEWas ever feather so lightly blown to and fro as this
Act 4 Sc 8 Ln 55multitude? The name of Henry the Fifth hales them
to an hundred mischiefs, and makes them leave me
desolate. I see them lay their heads together to
surprise me. My sword make way for me, for here is
no staying. In despite of the devils and hell, have
Act 4 Sc 8 Ln 60through the very middest of you? and heavens and
honour be witness, that no want of resolution in me.
but only my followers' base and ignominious
treasons, makes me betake me to my heels.
BUCKINGHAMWhat, is he fled? Go some, and follow him;
Act 4 Sc 8 Ln 65And he that brings his head unto the king
Shall have a thousand crowns for his reward.
Follow me, soldiers: we'll devise a mean
To reconcile you all unto the king.

ACT IV

SCENE IX. Kenilworth Castle.

KING HENRY VIWas ever king that joy'd an earthly throne,
And could command no more content than I?
No sooner was I crept out of my cradle
But I was made a king, at nine months old.
Act 4 Sc 9 Ln 5Was never subject long'd to be a king
As I do long and wish to be a subject.
BUCKINGHAMHealth and glad tidings to your majesty!
KING HENRY VIWhy, Buckingham, is the traitor Cade surprised?
Or is he but retired to make him strong?
CLIFFORDAct 4 Sc 9 Ln 10He is fled, my lord, and all his powers do yield;
And humbly thus, with halters on their necks,
Expect your highness' doom of life or death.
KING HENRY VIThen, heaven, set ope thy everlasting gates,
To entertain my vows of thanks and praise!
Act 4 Sc 9 Ln 15Soldiers, this day have you redeemed your lives,
And show'd how well you love your prince and country:
Continue still in this so good a mind,
And Henry, though he be infortunate,
Assure yourselves, will never be unkind:
Act 4 Sc 9 Ln 20And so, with thanks and pardon to you all,
I do dismiss you to your several countries.
ALLGod save the king! God save the king!
MessengerPlease it your grace to be advertised
The Duke of York is newly come from Ireland,
Act 4 Sc 9 Ln 25And with a puissant and a mighty power
Of gallowglasses and stout kerns
Is marching hitherward in proud array,
And still proclaimeth, as he comes along,
His arms are only to remove from thee
Act 4 Sc 9 Ln 30The Duke of Somerset, whom he terms traitor.
KING HENRY VIThus stands my state, 'twixt Cade and York distress'd.
Like to a ship that, having 'scaped a tempest,
Is straightway calm'd and boarded with a pirate:
But now is Cade driven back, his men dispersed;
Act 4 Sc 9 Ln 35And now is York in arms to second him.
I pray thee, Buckingham, go and meet him,
And ask him what's the reason of these arms.
Tell him I'll send Duke Edmund to the Tower;
And, Somerset, we'll commit thee thither,
Act 4 Sc 9 Ln 40Until his army be dismiss'd from him.
SOMERSETMy lord,
I'll yield myself to prison willingly,
Or unto death, to do my country good.
KING HENRY VIIn any case, be not too rough in terms;
Act 4 Sc 9 Ln 45For he is fierce and cannot brook hard language.
BUCKINGHAMI will, my lord; and doubt not so to deal
As all things shall redound unto your good.
KING HENRY VICome, wife, let's in, and learn to govern better;
For yet may England curse my wretched reign.

ACT IV

SCENE X. Kent. IDEN's garden.

CADEFie on ambition! fie on myself, that have a sword,
and yet am ready to famish! These five days have I
hid me in these woods and durst not peep out, for
all the country is laid for me; but now am I so
Act 4 Sc 10 Ln 5hungry that if I might have a lease of my life for a
thousand years I could stay no longer. Wherefore,
on a brick wall have I climbed into this garden, to
see if I can eat grass, or pick a sallet another
while, which is not amiss to cool a man's stomach
Act 4 Sc 10 Ln 10this hot weather. And I think this word 'sallet'
was born to do me good: for many a time, but for a
sallet, my brainpan had been cleft with a brown
bill; and many a time, when I have been dry and
bravely marching, it hath served me instead of a
Act 4 Sc 10 Ln 15quart pot to drink in; and now the word 'sallet'
must serve me to feed on.
IDENLord, who would live turmoiled in the court,
And may enjoy such quiet walks as these?
This small inheritance my father left me
Act 4 Sc 10 Ln 20Contenteth me, and worth a monarchy.
I seek not to wax great by others' waning,
Or gather wealth, I care not, with what envy:
Sufficeth that I have maintains my state
And sends the poor well pleased from my gate.
CADEAct 4 Sc 10 Ln 25Here's the lord of the soil come to seize me for a
stray, for entering his fee-simple without leave.
Ah, villain, thou wilt betray me, and get a thousand
crowns of the king carrying my head to him: but
I'll make thee eat iron like an ostrich, and swallow
Act 4 Sc 10 Ln 30my sword like a great pin, ere thou and I part.
IDENWhy, rude companion, whatsoe'er thou be,
I know thee not; why, then, should I betray thee?
Is't not enough to break into my garden,
And, like a thief, to come to rob my grounds,
Act 4 Sc 10 Ln 35Climbing my walls in spite of me the owner,
But thou wilt brave me with these saucy terms?
CADEBrave thee! ay, by the best blood that ever was
broached, and beard thee too. Look on me well: I
have eat no meat these five days; yet, come thou and
Act 4 Sc 10 Ln 40thy five men, and if I do not leave you all as dead
as a doornail, I pray God I may never eat grass more.
IDENNay, it shall ne'er be said, while England stands,
That Alexander Iden, an esquire of Kent,
Took odds to combat a poor famish'd man.
Act 4 Sc 10 Ln 45Oppose thy steadfast-gazing eyes to mine,
See if thou canst outface me with thy looks:
Set limb to limb, and thou art far the lesser;
Thy hand is but a finger to my fist,
Thy leg a stick compared with this truncheon;
Act 4 Sc 10 Ln 50My foot shall fight with all the strength thou hast;
And if mine arm be heaved in the air,
Thy grave is digg'd already in the earth.
As for words, whose greatness answers words,
Let this my sword report what speech forbears.
CADEAct 4 Sc 10 Ln 55By my valour, the most complete champion that ever I
heard! Steel, if thou turn the edge, or cut not out
the burly-boned clown in chines of beef ere thou
sleep in thy sheath, I beseech God on my knees thou
mayst be turned to hobnails.
Act 4 Sc 10 Ln 60O, I am slain! famine and no other hath slain me:
let ten thousand devils come against me, and give me
but the ten meals I have lost, and I'll defy them
all. Wither, garden; and be henceforth a
burying-place to all that do dwell in this house,
Act 4 Sc 10 Ln 65because the unconquered soul of Cade is fled.
IDENIs't Cade that I have slain, that monstrous traitor?
Sword, I will hollow thee for this thy deed,
And hang thee o'er my tomb when I am dead:
Ne'er shall this blood be wiped from thy point;
Act 4 Sc 10 Ln 70But thou shalt wear it as a herald's coat,
To emblaze the honour that thy master got.
CADEIden, farewell, and be proud of thy victory. Tell
Kent from me, she hath lost her best man, and exhort
all the world to be cowards; for I, that never
Act 4 Sc 10 Ln 75feared any, am vanquished by famine, not by valour.
IDENHow much thou wrong'st me, heaven be my judge.
Die, damned wretch, the curse of her that bare thee;
And as I thrust thy body in with my sword,
So wish I, I might thrust thy soul to hell.
Act 4 Sc 10 Ln 80Hence will I drag thee headlong by the heels
Unto a dunghill which shall be thy grave,
And there cut off thy most ungracious head;
Which I will bear in triumph to the king,
Leaving thy trunk for crows to feed upon.

ACT V

SCENE I. Fields between Dartford and Blackheath.

YORKFrom 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.
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 5Ah! sancta majestas, who would not buy thee dear?
Let them obey that know not how to rule;
This hand was made to handle naught but gold.
I cannot give due action to my words,
Except a sword or sceptre balance it:
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 10A sceptre shall it have, have I a soul,
On which I'll toss the flower-de-luce of France.
Whom have we here? Buckingham, to disturb me?
The king hath sent him, sure: I must dissemble.
BUCKINGHAMYork, if thou meanest well, I greet thee well.
YORKAct 5 Sc 1 Ln 15Humphrey of Buckingham, I accept thy greeting.
Art thou a messenger, or come of pleasure?
BUCKINGHAMA messenger from Henry, our dread liege,
To know the reason of these arms in peace;
Or why thou, being a subject as I am,
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 20Against 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 Scarce can I speak, my choler is so great:
O, I could hew up rocks and fight with flint,
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 25I 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:
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 30But 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.
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 35The cause why I have brought this army hither
Is to remove proud Somerset from the king,
Seditious to his grace and to the state.
BUCKINGHAMThat is too much presumption on thy part:
But if thy arms be to no other end,
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 40The king hath yielded unto thy demand:
The Duke of Somerset is in the Tower.
YORKUpon thine honour, is he prisoner?
BUCKINGHAMUpon mine honour, he is prisoner.
YORKThen, Buckingham, I do dismiss my powers.
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 45Soldiers, I thank you all; disperse yourselves;
Meet me to-morrow in St. George's field,
You shall have pay and every thing you wish.
And let my sovereign, virtuous Henry,
Command my eldest son, nay, all my sons,
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 50As pledges of my fealty and love;
I'll send them all as willing as I live:
Lands, goods, horse, armour, any thing I have,
Is his to use, so Somerset may die.
BUCKINGHAMYork, I commend this kind submission:
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 55We twain will go into his highness' tent.
KING HENRY VIBuckingham, doth York intend no harm to us,
That thus he marcheth with thee arm in arm?
YORKIn all submission and humility
York doth present himself unto your highness.
KING HENRY VIAct 5 Sc 1 Ln 60Then what intends these forces thou dost bring?
YORKTo heave the traitor Somerset from hence,
And fight against that monstrous rebel Cade,
Who since I heard to be discomfited.
IDENIf one so rude and of so mean condition
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 65May pass into the presence of a king,
Lo, I present your grace a traitor's head,
The head of Cade, whom I in combat slew.
KING HENRY VIThe head of Cade! Great God, how just art Thou!
O, let me view his visage, being dead,
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 70That living wrought me such exceeding trouble.
Tell me, my friend, art thou the man that slew him?
IDENI was, an't like your majesty.
KING HENRY VIHow art thou call'd? and what is thy degree?
IDENAlexander Iden, that's my name;
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 75A poor esquire of Kent, that loves his king.
BUCKINGHAMSo please it you, my lord, 'twere not amiss
He were created knight for his good service.
KING HENRY VIIden, kneel down.
Rise up a knight.
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 80We give thee for reward a thousand marks,
And will that thou henceforth attend on us.
IDENMay Iden live to merit such a bounty.
And never live but true unto his liege!
KING HENRY VISee, Buckingham, Somerset comes with the queen:
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 85Go, bid her hide him quickly from the duke.
QUEEN MARGARETFor thousand Yorks he shall not hide his head,
But boldly stand and front him to his face.
YORKHow now! is Somerset at liberty?
Then, York, unloose thy long-imprison'd thoughts,
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 90And let thy tongue be equal with thy heart.
Shall I endure the sight of Somerset?
False king! why hast thou broken faith with me,
Knowing how hardly I can brook abuse?
King did I call thee? no, thou art not king,
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 95Not fit to govern and rule multitudes,
Which darest not, no, nor canst not rule a traitor.
That head of thine doth not become a crown;
Thy hand is made to grasp a palmer's staff,
And not to grace an awful princely sceptre.
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 100That gold must round engirt these brows of mine,
Whose smile and frown, like to Achilles' spear,
Is able with the change to kill and cure.
Here is a hand to hold a sceptre up
And with the same to act controlling laws.
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 105Give place: by heaven, thou shalt rule no more
O'er him whom heaven created for thy ruler.
SOMERSETO monstrous traitor! I arrest thee, York,
Of capital treason 'gainst the king and crown;
Obey, audacious traitor; kneel for grace.
YORKAct 5 Sc 1 Ln 110Wouldst have me kneel? first let me ask of these,
If they can brook I bow a knee to man.
Sirrah, call in my sons to be my bail;
I know, ere they will have me go to ward,
They'll pawn their swords for my enfranchisement.
QUEEN MARGARETAct 5 Sc 1 Ln 115Call hither Clifford! bid him come amain,
To say if that the bastard boys of York
Shall be the surety for their traitor father.
YORKO blood-besotted Neapolitan,
Outcast of Naples, England's bloody scourge!
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 120The sons of York, thy betters in their birth,
Shall be their father's bail; and bane to those
That for my surety will refuse the boys!
See where they come: I'll warrant they'll
make it good.
QUEEN MARGARETAct 5 Sc 1 Ln 125And here comes Clifford to deny their bail.
CLIFFORDHealth and all happiness to my lord the king!
YORKI thank thee, Clifford: say, what news with thee?
Nay, do not fright us with an angry look;
We are thy sovereign, Clifford, kneel again;
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 130For thy mistaking so, we pardon thee.
CLIFFORDThis is my king, York, I do not mistake;
But thou mistakest me much to think I do:
To Bedlam with him! is the man grown mad?
KING HENRY VIAy, Clifford; a bedlam and ambitious humour
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 135Makes him oppose himself against his king.
CLIFFORDHe is a traitor; let him to the Tower,
And chop away that factious pate of his.
QUEEN MARGARETHe is arrested, but will not obey;
His sons, he says, shall give their words for him.
YORKAct 5 Sc 1 Ln 140Will you not, sons?
EDWARDAy, noble father, if our words will serve.
RICHARDAnd if words will not, then our weapons shall.
CLIFFORDWhy, what a brood of traitors have we here!
YORKLook in a glass, and call thy image so:
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 145I am thy king, and thou a false-heart traitor.
Call hither to the stake my two brave bears,
That with the very shaking of their chains
They may astonish these fell-lurking curs:
Bid Salisbury and Warwick come to me.
CLIFFORDAct 5 Sc 1 Ln 150Are these thy bears? we'll bait thy bears to death.
And manacle the bear-ward in their chains,
If thou darest bring them to the baiting place.
RICHARDOft have I seen a hot o'erweening cur
Run back and bite, because he was withheld;
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 155Who, being suffer'd with the bear's fell paw,
Hath clapp'd his tail between his legs and cried:
And such a piece of service will you do,
If you oppose yourselves to match Lord Warwick.
CLIFFORDHence, heap of wrath, foul indigested lump,
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 160As crooked in thy manners as thy shape!
YORKNay, we shall heat you thoroughly anon.
CLIFFORDTake heed, lest by your heat you burn yourselves.
KING HENRY VIWhy, Warwick, hath thy knee forgot to bow?
Old Salisbury, shame to thy silver hair,
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 165Thou mad misleader of thy brain-sick son!
What, wilt thou on thy death-bed play the ruffian,
And seek for sorrow with thy spectacles?
O, where is faith? O, where is loyalty?
If it be banish'd from the frosty head,
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 170Where shall it find a harbour in the earth?
Wilt thou go dig a grave to find out war,
And shame thine honourable age with blood?
Why art thou old, and want'st experience?
Or wherefore dost abuse it, if thou hast it?
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 175For shame! in duty bend thy knee to me
That bows unto the grave with mickle age.
SALISBURYMy lord, I have consider'd with myself
The title of this most renowned duke;
And in my conscience do repute his grace
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 180The rightful heir to England's royal seat.
KING HENRY VIHast thou not sworn allegiance unto me?
SALISBURYI have.
KING HENRY VICanst thou dispense with heaven for such an oath?
SALISBURYIt is great sin to swear unto a sin,
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 185But greater sin to keep a sinful oath.
Who can be bound by any solemn vow
To do a murderous deed, to rob a man,
To force a spotless virgin's chastity,
To reave the orphan of his patrimony,
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 190To wring the widow from her custom'd right,
And have no other reason for this wrong
But that he was bound by a solemn oath?
QUEEN MARGARETA subtle traitor needs no sophister.
KING HENRY VICall Buckingham, and bid him arm himself.
YORKAct 5 Sc 1 Ln 195Call Buckingham, and all the friends thou hast,
I am resolved for death or dignity.
CLIFFORDThe first I warrant thee, if dreams prove true.
WARWICKYou were best to go to bed and dream again,
To keep thee from the tempest of the field.
CLIFFORDAct 5 Sc 1 Ln 200I am resolved to bear a greater storm
Than any thou canst conjure up to-day;
And that I'll write upon thy burgonet,
Might I but know thee by thy household badge.
WARWICKNow, by my father's badge, old Nevil's crest,
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 205The rampant bear chain'd to the ragged staff,
This day I'll wear aloft my burgonet,
As on a mountain top the cedar shows
That keeps his leaves in spite of any storm,
Even to affright thee with the view thereof.
CLIFFORDAct 5 Sc 1 Ln 210And from thy burgonet I'll rend thy bear
And tread it under foot with all contempt,
Despite the bear-ward that protects the bear.
YOUNG CLIFFORDAnd so to arms, victorious father,
To quell the rebels and their complices.
RICHARDAct 5 Sc 1 Ln 215Fie! charity, for shame! speak not in spite,
For you shall sup with Jesu Christ to-night.
YOUNG CLIFFORDFoul stigmatic, that's more than thou canst tell.
RICHARDIf not in heaven, you'll surely sup in hell.

ACT V

SCENE II. Saint Alban's.

WARWICKClifford of Cumberland, 'tis Warwick calls:
And if thou dost not hide thee from the bear,
Now, when the angry trumpet sounds alarum
And dead men's cries do fill the empty air,
Act 5 Sc 2 Ln 5Clifford, I say, come forth and fight with me:
Proud northern lord, Clifford of Cumberland,
Warwick is hoarse with calling thee to arms.
How now, my noble lord? what, all afoot?
YORKThe deadly-handed Clifford slew my steed,
Act 5 Sc 2 Ln 10But match to match I have encounter'd him
And made a prey for carrion kites and crows
Even of the bonny beast he loved so well.
WARWICKOf one or both of us the time is come.
YORKHold, Warwick, seek thee out some other chase,
Act 5 Sc 2 Ln 15For I myself must hunt this deer to death.
WARWICKThen, nobly, York; 'tis for a crown thou fight'st.
As I intend, Clifford, to thrive to-day,
It grieves my soul to leave thee unassail'd.
CLIFFORDWhat seest thou in me, York? why dost thou pause?
YORKAct 5 Sc 2 Ln 20With thy brave bearing should I be in love,
But that thou art so fast mine enemy.
CLIFFORDNor should thy prowess want praise and esteem,
But that 'tis shown ignobly and in treason.
YORKSo let it help me now against thy sword
Act 5 Sc 2 Ln 25As I in justice and true right express it.
CLIFFORDMy soul and body on the action both!
YORKA dreadful lay! Address thee instantly.
CLIFFORDLa fin couronne les oeuvres.
YORKThus war hath given thee peace, for thou art still.
Act 5 Sc 2 Ln 30Peace with his soul, heaven, if it be thy will!
YOUNG CLIFFORDShame and confusion! all is on the rout;
Fear frames disorder, and disorder wounds
Where it should guard. O war, thou son of hell,
Whom angry heavens do make their minister
Act 5 Sc 2 Ln 35Throw in the frozen bosoms of our part
Hot coals of vengeance! Let no soldier fly.
He that is truly dedicate to war
Hath no self-love, nor he that loves himself
Hath not essentially but by circumstance
Act 5 Sc 2 Ln 40The name of valour.
O, let the vile world end,
And the premised flames of the last day
Knit earth and heaven together!
Now let the general trumpet blow his blast,
Act 5 Sc 2 Ln 45Particularities and petty sounds
To cease! Wast thou ordain'd, dear father,
To lose thy youth in peace, and to achieve
The silver livery of advised age,
And, in thy reverence and thy chair-days, thus
Act 5 Sc 2 Ln 50To die in ruffian battle? Even at this sight
My heart is turn'd to stone: and while 'tis mine,
It shall be stony. York not our old men spares;
No more will I their babes: tears virginal
Shall be to me even as the dew to fire,
Act 5 Sc 2 Ln 55And beauty that the tyrant oft reclaims
Shall to my flaming wrath be oil and flax.
Henceforth I will not have to do with pity:
Meet I an infant of the house of York,
Into as many gobbets will I cut it
Act 5 Sc 2 Ln 60As wild Medea young Absyrtus did:
In cruelty will I seek out my fame.
Come, thou new ruin of old Clifford's house:
As did AEneas old Anchises bear,
So bear I thee upon my manly shoulders;
Act 5 Sc 2 Ln 65But then AEneas bare a living load,
Nothing so heavy as these woes of mine.
RICHARDSo, lie thou there;
For underneath an alehouse' paltry sign,
The Castle in Saint Alban's, Somerset
Act 5 Sc 2 Ln 70Hath made the wizard famous in his death.
Sword, hold thy temper; heart, be wrathful still:
Priests pray for enemies, but princes kill.
QUEEN MARGARETAway, my lord! you are slow; for shame, away!
KING HENRY VICan we outrun the heavens? good Margaret, stay.
QUEEN MARGARETAct 5 Sc 2 Ln 75What are you made of? you'll nor fight nor fly:
Now is it manhood, wisdom and defence,
To give the enemy way, and to secure us
By what we can, which can no more but fly.
If you be ta'en, we then should see the bottom
Act 5 Sc 2 Ln 80Of all our fortunes: but if we haply scape,
As well we may, if not through your neglect,
We shall to London get, where you are loved
And where this breach now in our fortunes made
May readily be stopp'd.
YOUNG CLIFFORDAct 5 Sc 2 Ln 85But that my heart's on future mischief set,
I would speak blasphemy ere bid you fly:
But fly you must; uncurable discomfit
Reigns in the hearts of all our present parts.
Away, for your relief! and we will live
Act 5 Sc 2 Ln 90To see their day and them our fortune give:
Away, my lord, away!

ACT V

SCENE III. Fields near St. Alban's.

YORKOf Salisbury, who can report of him,
That winter lion, who in rage forgets
Aged contusions and all brush of time,
And, like a gallant in the brow of youth,
Act 5 Sc 3 Ln 5Repairs him with occasion? This happy day
Is not itself, nor have we won one foot,
If Salisbury be lost.
RICHARDMy noble father,
Three times to-day I holp him to his horse,
Act 5 Sc 3 Ln 10Three times bestrid him; thrice I led him off,
Persuaded him from any further act:
But still, where danger was, still there I met him;
And like rich hangings in a homely house,
So was his will in his old feeble body.
Act 5 Sc 3 Ln 15But, noble as he is, look where he comes.
SALISBURYNow, by my sword, well hast thou fought to-day;
By the mass, so did we all. I thank you, Richard:
God knows how long it is I have to live;
And it hath pleased him that three times to-day
Act 5 Sc 3 Ln 20You have defended me from imminent death.
Well, lords, we have not got that which we have:
'Tis not enough our foes are this time fled,
Being opposites of such repairing nature.
YORKI know our safety is to follow them;
Act 5 Sc 3 Ln 25For, as I hear, the king is fled to London,
To call a present court of parliament.
Let us pursue him ere the writs go forth.
What says Lord Warwick? shall we after them?
WARWICKAfter them! nay, before them, if we can.
Act 5 Sc 3 Ln 30Now, by my faith, lords, 'twas a glorious day:
Saint Alban's battle won by famous York
Shall be eternized in all age to come.
Sound drums and trumpets, and to London all:
And more such days as these to us befall!