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The Third Part of Henry the Sixth

ACT I

SCENE I. London. The Parliament-house.

WARWICKI wonder how the king escaped our hands.
YORKWhile we pursued the horsemen of the north,
He slily stole away and left his men:
Whereat the great Lord of Northumberland,
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 5Whose warlike ears could never brook retreat,
Cheer'd up the drooping army; and himself,
Lord Clifford and Lord Stafford, all abreast,
Charged our main battle's front, and breaking in
Were by the swords of common soldiers slain.
EDWARDAct 1 Sc 1 Ln 10Lord Stafford's father, Duke of Buckingham,
Is either slain or wounded dangerously;
I cleft his beaver with a downright blow:
That this is true, father, behold his blood.
MONTAGUEAnd, brother, here's the Earl of Wiltshire's blood,
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 15Whom I encounter'd as the battles join'd.
RICHARDSpeak thou for me and tell them what I did.
YORKRichard hath best deserved of all my sons.
But is your grace dead, my Lord of Somerset?
NORFOLKSuch hope have all the line of John of Gaunt!
RICHARDAct 1 Sc 1 Ln 20Thus do I hope to shake King Henry's head.
WARWICKAnd so do I. Victorious Prince of York,
Before I see thee seated in that throne
Which now the house of Lancaster usurps,
I vow by heaven these eyes shall never close.
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 25This is the palace of the fearful king,
And this the regal seat: possess it, York;
For this is thine and not King Henry's heirs'
YORKAssist me, then, sweet Warwick, and I will;
For hither we have broken in by force.
NORFOLKAct 1 Sc 1 Ln 30We'll all assist you; he that flies shall die.
YORKThanks, gentle Norfolk: stay by me, my lords;
And, soldiers, stay and lodge by me this night.
WARWICKAnd when the king comes, offer no violence,
Unless he seek to thrust you out perforce.
YORKAct 1 Sc 1 Ln 35The queen this day here holds her parliament,
But little thinks we shall be of her council:
By words or blows here let us win our right.
RICHARDArm'd as we are, let's stay within this house.
WARWICKThe bloody parliament shall this be call'd,
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 40Unless Plantagenet, Duke of York, be king,
And bashful Henry deposed, whose cowardice
Hath made us by-words to our enemies.
YORKThen leave me not, my lords; be resolute;
I mean to take possession of my right.
WARWICKAct 1 Sc 1 Ln 45Neither the king, nor he that loves him best,
The proudest he that holds up Lancaster,
Dares stir a wing, if Warwick shake his bells.
I'll plant Plantagenet, root him up who dares:
Resolve thee, Richard; claim the English crown.
KING HENRY VIAct 1 Sc 1 Ln 50My lords, look where the sturdy rebel sits,
Even in the chair of state: belike he means,
Back'd by the power of Warwick, that false peer,
To aspire unto the crown and reign as king.
Earl of Northumberland, he slew thy father.
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 55And thine, Lord Clifford; and you both have vow'd revenge
On him, his sons, his favourites and his friends.
NORTHUMBERLANDIf I be not, heavens be revenged on me!
CLIFFORDThe hope thereof makes Clifford mourn in steel.
WESTMORELANDWhat, shall we suffer this? let's pluck him down:
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 60My heart for anger burns; I cannot brook it.
KING HENRY VIBe patient, gentle Earl of Westmoreland.
CLIFFORDPatience is for poltroons, such as he:
He durst not sit there, had your father lived.
My gracious lord, here in the parliament
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 65Let us assail the family of York.
NORTHUMBERLANDWell hast thou spoken, cousin: be it so.
KING HENRY VIAh, know you not the city favours them,
And they have troops of soldiers at their beck?
EXETERBut when the duke is slain, they'll quickly fly.
KING HENRY VIAct 1 Sc 1 Ln 70Far be the thought of this from Henry's heart,
To make a shambles of the parliament-house!
Cousin of Exeter, frowns, words and threats
Shall be the war that Henry means to use.
Thou factious Duke of York, descend my throne,
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 75and kneel for grace and mercy at my feet;
I am thy sovereign.
YORKI am thine.
EXETERFor shame, come down: he made thee Duke of York.
YORK'Twas my inheritance, as the earldom was.
EXETERAct 1 Sc 1 Ln 80Thy father was a traitor to the crown.
WARWICKExeter, thou art a traitor to the crown
In following this usurping Henry.
CLIFFORDWhom should he follow but his natural king?
WARWICKTrue, Clifford; and that's Richard Duke of York.
KING HENRY VIAct 1 Sc 1 Ln 85And shall I stand, and thou sit in my throne?
YORKIt must and shall be so: content thyself.
WARWICKBe Duke of Lancaster; let him be king.
WESTMORELANDHe is both king and Duke of Lancaster;
And that the Lord of Westmoreland shall maintain.
WARWICKAct 1 Sc 1 Ln 90And Warwick shall disprove it. You forget
That we are those which chased you from the field
And slew your fathers, and with colours spread
March'd through the city to the palace gates.
NORTHUMBERLANDYes, Warwick, I remember it to my grief;
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 95And, by his soul, thou and thy house shall rue it.
WESTMORELANDPlantagenet, of thee and these thy sons,
Thy kinsman and thy friends, I'll have more lives
Than drops of blood were in my father's veins.
CLIFFORDUrge it no more; lest that, instead of words,
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 100I send thee, Warwick, such a messenger
As shall revenge his death before I stir.
WARWICKPoor Clifford! how I scorn his worthless threats!
YORKWill you we show our title to the crown?
If not, our swords shall plead it in the field.
KING HENRY VIAct 1 Sc 1 Ln 105What title hast thou, traitor, to the crown?
Thy father was, as thou art, Duke of York;
Thy grandfather, Roger Mortimer, Earl of March:
I am the son of Henry the Fifth,
Who made the Dauphin and the French to stoop
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 110And seized upon their towns and provinces.
WARWICKTalk not of France, sith thou hast lost it all.
KING HENRY VIThe lord protector lost it, and not I:
When I was crown'd I was but nine months old.
RICHARDYou are old enough now, and yet, methinks, you lose.
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 115Father, tear the crown from the usurper's head.
EDWARDSweet father, do so; set it on your head.
MONTAGUEGood brother, as thou lovest and honourest arms,
Let's fight it out and not stand cavilling thus.
RICHARDSound drums and trumpets, and the king will fly.
YORKAct 1 Sc 1 Ln 120Sons, peace!
KING HENRY VIPeace, thou! and give King Henry leave to speak.
WARWICKPlantagenet shall speak first: hear him, lords;
And be you silent and attentive too,
For he that interrupts him shall not live.
KING HENRY VIAct 1 Sc 1 Ln 125Think'st thou that I will leave my kingly throne,
Wherein my grandsire and my father sat?
No: first shall war unpeople this my realm;
Ay, and their colours, often borne in France,
And now in England to our heart's great sorrow,
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 130Shall be my winding-sheet. Why faint you, lords?
My title's good, and better far than his.
WARWICKProve it, Henry, and thou shalt be king.
KING HENRY VIHenry the Fourth by conquest got the crown.
YORK'Twas by rebellion against his king.
KING HENRY VIAct 1 Sc 1 Ln 135 I know not what to say; my title's weak. —
Tell me, may not a king adopt an heir?
YORKWhat then?
KING HENRY VIAn if he may, then am I lawful king;
For Richard, in the view of many lords,
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 140Resign'd the crown to Henry the Fourth,
Whose heir my father was, and I am his.
YORKHe rose against him, being his sovereign,
And made him to resign his crown perforce.
WARWICKSuppose, my lords, he did it unconstrain'd,
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 145Think you 'twere prejudicial to his crown?
EXETERNo; for he could not so resign his crown
But that the next heir should succeed and reign.
KING HENRY VIArt thou against us, Duke of Exeter?
EXETERHis is the right, and therefore pardon me.
YORKAct 1 Sc 1 Ln 150Why whisper you, my lords, and answer not?
EXETERMy conscience tells me he is lawful king.
KING HENRY VI All will revolt from me, and turn to him.
NORTHUMBERLANDPlantagenet, for all the claim thou lay'st,
Think not that Henry shall be so deposed.
WARWICKAct 1 Sc 1 Ln 155Deposed he shall be, in despite of all.
NORTHUMBERLANDThou art deceived: 'tis not thy southern power,
Of Essex, Norfolk, Suffolk, nor of Kent,
Which makes thee thus presumptuous and proud,
Can set the duke up in despite of me.
CLIFFORDAct 1 Sc 1 Ln 160King Henry, be thy title right or wrong,
Lord Clifford vows to fight in thy defence:
May that ground gape and swallow me alive,
Where I shall kneel to him that slew my father!
KING HENRY VIO Clifford, how thy words revive my heart!
YORKAct 1 Sc 1 Ln 165Henry of Lancaster, resign thy crown.
What mutter you, or what conspire you, lords?
WARWICKDo right unto this princely Duke of York,
Or I will fill the house with armed men,
And over the chair of state, where now he sits,
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 170Write up his title with usurping blood.
KING HENRY VIMy Lord of Warwick, hear me but one word:
Let me for this my life-time reign as king.
YORKConfirm the crown to me and to mine heirs,
And thou shalt reign in quiet while thou livest.
KING HENRY VIAct 1 Sc 1 Ln 175I am content: Richard Plantagenet,
Enjoy the kingdom after my decease.
CLIFFORDWhat wrong is this unto the prince your son!
WARWICKWhat good is this to England and himself!
WESTMORELANDBase, fearful and despairing Henry!
CLIFFORDAct 1 Sc 1 Ln 180How hast thou injured both thyself and us!
WESTMORELANDI cannot stay to hear these articles.
NORTHUMBERLANDNor I.
CLIFFORDCome, cousin, let us tell the queen these news.
WESTMORELANDFarewell, faint-hearted and degenerate king,
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 185In whose cold blood no spark of honour bides.
NORTHUMBERLANDBe thou a prey unto the house of York,
And die in bands for this unmanly deed!
CLIFFORDIn dreadful war mayst thou be overcome,
Or live in peace abandon'd and despised!
WARWICKAct 1 Sc 1 Ln 190Turn this way, Henry, and regard them not.
EXETERThey seek revenge and therefore will not yield.
KING HENRY VIAh, Exeter!
WARWICKWhy should you sigh, my lord?
KING HENRY VINot for myself, Lord Warwick, but my son,
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 195Whom I unnaturally shall disinherit.
But be it as it may: I here entail
The crown to thee and to thine heirs for ever;
Conditionally, that here thou take an oath
To cease this civil war, and, whilst I live,
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 200To honour me as thy king and sovereign,
And neither by treason nor hostility
To seek to put me down and reign thyself.
YORKThis oath I willingly take and will perform.
WARWICKLong live King Henry! Plantagenet embrace him.
KING HENRY VIAct 1 Sc 1 Ln 205And long live thou and these thy forward sons!
YORKNow York and Lancaster are reconciled.
EXETERAccursed be he that seeks to make them foes!
YORKFarewell, my gracious lord; I'll to my castle.
WARWICKAnd I'll keep London with my soldiers.
NORFOLKAct 1 Sc 1 Ln 210And I to Norfolk with my followers.
MONTAGUEAnd I unto the sea from whence I came.
KING HENRY VIAnd I, with grief and sorrow, to the court.
EXETERHere comes the queen, whose looks bewray her anger:
I'll steal away.
KING HENRY VIAct 1 Sc 1 Ln 215Exeter, so will I.
QUEEN MARGARETNay, go not from me; I will follow thee.
KING HENRY VIBe patient, gentle queen, and I will stay.
QUEEN MARGARETWho can be patient in such extremes?
Ah, wretched man! would I had died a maid
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 220And never seen thee, never borne thee son,
Seeing thou hast proved so unnatural a father
Hath he deserved to lose his birthright thus?
Hadst thou but loved him half so well as I,
Or felt that pain which I did for him once,
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 225Or nourish'd him as I did with my blood,
Thou wouldst have left thy dearest heart-blood there,
Rather than have that savage duke thine heir
And disinherited thine only son.
PRINCE EDWARDFather, you cannot disinherit me:
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 230If you be king, why should not I succeed?
KING HENRY VIPardon me, Margaret; pardon me, sweet son:
The Earl of Warwick and the duke enforced me.
QUEEN MARGARETEnforced thee! art thou king, and wilt be forced?
I shame to hear thee speak. Ah, timorous wretch!
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 235Thou hast undone thyself, thy son and me;
And given unto the house of York such head
As thou shalt reign but by their sufferance.
To entail him and his heirs unto the crown,
What is it, but to make thy sepulchre
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 240And creep into it far before thy time?
Warwick is chancellor and the lord of Calais;
Stern Falconbridge commands the narrow seas;
The duke is made protector of the realm;
And yet shalt thou be safe? such safety finds
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 245The trembling lamb environed with wolves.
Had I been there, which am a silly woman,
The soldiers should have toss'd me on their pikes
Before I would have granted to that act.
But thou preferr'st thy life before thine honour:
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 250And seeing thou dost, I here divorce myself
Both from thy table, Henry, and thy bed,
Until that act of parliament be repeal'd
Whereby my son is disinherited.
The northern lords that have forsworn thy colours
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 255Will follow mine, if once they see them spread;
And spread they shall be, to thy foul disgrace
And utter ruin of the house of York.
Thus do I leave thee. Come, son, let's away;
Our army is ready; come, we'll after them.
KING HENRY VIAct 1 Sc 1 Ln 260Stay, gentle Margaret, and hear me speak.
QUEEN MARGARETThou hast spoke too much already: get thee gone.
KING HENRY VIGentle son Edward, thou wilt stay with me?
QUEEN MARGARETAy, to be murder'd by his enemies.
PRINCE EDWARDWhen I return with victory from the field
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 265I'll see your grace: till then I'll follow her.
QUEEN MARGARETCome, son, away; we may not linger thus.
KING HENRY VIPoor queen! how love to me and to her son
Hath made her break out into terms of rage!
Revenged may she be on that hateful duke,
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 270Whose haughty spirit, winged with desire,
Will cost my crown, and like an empty eagle
Tire on the flesh of me and of my son!
The loss of those three lords torments my heart:
I'll write unto them and entreat them fair.
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 275Come, cousin you shall be the messenger.
EXETERAnd I, I hope, shall reconcile them all.
3 KING HENRY VI

ACT I

SCENE II. Sandal Castle.

RICHARDBrother, though I be youngest, give me leave.
EDWARDNo, I can better play the orator.
MONTAGUEBut I have reasons strong and forcible.
YORKWhy, how now, sons and brother! at a strife?
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 5What is your quarrel? how began it first?
EDWARDNo quarrel, but a slight contention.
YORKAbout what?
RICHARDAbout that which concerns your grace and us;
The crown of England, father, which is yours.
YORKAct 1 Sc 2 Ln 10Mine boy? not till King Henry be dead.
RICHARDYour right depends not on his life or death.
EDWARDNow you are heir, therefore enjoy it now:
By giving the house of Lancaster leave to breathe,
It will outrun you, father, in the end.
YORKAct 1 Sc 2 Ln 15I took an oath that he should quietly reign.
EDWARDBut for a kingdom any oath may be broken:
I would break a thousand oaths to reign one year.
RICHARDNo; God forbid your grace should be forsworn.
YORKI shall be, if I claim by open war.
RICHARDAct 1 Sc 2 Ln 20I'll prove the contrary, if you'll hear me speak.
YORKThou canst not, son; it is impossible.
RICHARDAn oath is of no moment, being not took
Before a true and lawful magistrate,
That hath authority over him that swears:
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 25Henry had none, but did usurp the place;
Then, seeing 'twas he that made you to depose,
Your oath, my lord, is vain and frivolous.
Therefore, to arms! And, father, do but think
How sweet a thing it is to wear a crown;
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 30Within whose circuit is Elysium
And all that poets feign of bliss and joy.
Why do we finger thus? I cannot rest
Until the white rose that I wear be dyed
Even in the lukewarm blood of Henry's heart.
YORKAct 1 Sc 2 Ln 35Richard, enough; I will be king, or die.
Brother, thou shalt to London presently,
And whet on Warwick to this enterprise.
Thou, Richard, shalt to the Duke of Norfolk,
And tell him privily of our intent.
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 40You Edward, shall unto my Lord Cobham,
With whom the Kentishmen will willingly rise:
In them I trust; for they are soldiers,
Witty, courteous, liberal, full of spirit.
While you are thus employ'd, what resteth more,
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 45But that I seek occasion how to rise,
And yet the king not privy to my drift,
Nor any of the house of Lancaster?
But, stay: what news? Why comest thou in such post?
MessengerThe queen with all the northern earls and lords
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 50Intend here to besiege you in your castle:
She is hard by with twenty thousand men;
And therefore fortify your hold, my lord.
YORKAy, with my sword. What! think'st thou that we fear them?
Edward and Richard, you shall stay with me;
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 55My brother Montague shall post to London:
Let noble Warwick, Cobham, and the rest,
Whom we have left protectors of the king,
With powerful policy strengthen themselves,
And trust not simple Henry nor his oaths.
MONTAGUEAct 1 Sc 2 Ln 60Brother, I go; I'll win them, fear it not:
And thus most humbly I do take my leave.
Sir John and Sir Hugh Mortimer, mine uncles,
You are come to Sandal in a happy hour;
The army of the queen mean to besiege us.
JOHN MORTIMERAct 1 Sc 2 Ln 65She shall not need; we'll meet her in the field.
YORKWhat, with five thousand men?
RICHARDAy, with five hundred, father, for a need:
A woman's general; what should we fear?
EDWARDI hear their drums: let's set our men in order,
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 70And issue forth and bid them battle straight.
YORKFive men to twenty! though the odds be great,
I doubt not, uncle, of our victory.
Many a battle have I won in France,
When as the enemy hath been ten to one:
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 75Why should I not now have the like success?
3 KING HENRY VI

ACT I

SCENE III. Field of battle betwixt Sandal Castle and Wakefield.

RUTLANDAh, whither shall I fly to 'scape their hands?
Ah, tutor, look where bloody Clifford comes!
CLIFFORDChaplain, away! thy priesthood saves thy life.
As for the brat of this accursed duke,
Act 1 Sc 3 Ln 5Whose father slew my father, he shall die.
TutorAnd I, my lord, will bear him company.
CLIFFORDSoldiers, away with him!
TutorAh, Clifford, murder not this innocent child,
Lest thou be hated both of God and man!
CLIFFORDAct 1 Sc 3 Ln 10How now! is he dead already? or is it fear
That makes him close his eyes? I'll open them.
RUTLANDSo looks the pent-up lion o'er the wretch
That trembles under his devouring paws;
And so he walks, insulting o'er his prey,
Act 1 Sc 3 Ln 15And so he comes, to rend his limbs asunder.
Ah, gentle Clifford, kill me with thy sword,
And not with such a cruel threatening look.
Sweet Clifford, hear me speak before I die.
I am too mean a subject for thy wrath:
Act 1 Sc 3 Ln 20Be thou revenged on men, and let me live.
CLIFFORDIn vain thou speak'st, poor boy; my father's blood
Hath stopp'd the passage where thy words should enter.
RUTLANDThen let my father's blood open it again:
He is a man, and, Clifford, cope with him.
CLIFFORDAct 1 Sc 3 Ln 25Had thy brethren here, their lives and thine
Were not revenge sufficient for me;
No, if I digg'd up thy forefathers' graves
And hung their rotten coffins up in chains,
It could not slake mine ire, nor ease my heart.
Act 1 Sc 3 Ln 30The sight of any of the house of York
Is as a fury to torment my soul;
And till I root out their accursed line
And leave not one alive, I live in hell.
Therefore —
RUTLANDAct 1 Sc 3 Ln 35O, let me pray before I take my death!
To thee I pray; sweet Clifford, pity me!
CLIFFORDSuch pity as my rapier's point affords.
RUTLANDI never did thee harm: why wilt thou slay me?
CLIFFORDThy father hath.
RUTLANDAct 1 Sc 3 Ln 40But 'twas ere I was born.
Thou hast one son; for his sake pity me,
Lest in revenge thereof, sith God is just,
He be as miserably slain as I.
Ah, let me live in prison all my days;
Act 1 Sc 3 Ln 45And when I give occasion of offence,
Then let me die, for now thou hast no cause.
CLIFFORDNo cause!
Thy father slew my father; therefore, die.
RUTLANDDi faciant laudis summa sit ista tuae!
CLIFFORDAct 1 Sc 3 Ln 50Plantagenet! I come, Plantagenet!
And this thy son's blood cleaving to my blade
Shall rust upon my weapon, till thy blood,
Congeal'd with this, do make me wipe off both.
3 KING HENRY VI

ACT I

SCENE IV. Another part of the field.

YORKThe army of the queen hath got the field:
My uncles both are slain in rescuing me;
And all my followers to the eager foe
Turn back and fly, like ships before the wind
Act 1 Sc 4 Ln 5Or lambs pursued by hunger-starved wolves.
My sons, God knows what hath bechanced them:
But this I know, they have demean'd themselves
Like men born to renown by life or death.
Three times did Richard make a lane to me.
Act 1 Sc 4 Ln 10And thrice cried 'Courage, father! fight it out!'
And full as oft came Edward to my side,
With purple falchion, painted to the hilt
In blood of those that had encounter'd him:
And when the hardiest warriors did retire,
Act 1 Sc 4 Ln 15Richard cried 'Charge! and give no foot of ground!'
And cried 'A crown, or else a glorious tomb!
A sceptre, or an earthly sepulchre!'
With this, we charged again: but, out, alas!
We bodged again; as I have seen a swan
Act 1 Sc 4 Ln 20With bootless labour swim against the tide
And spend her strength with over-matching waves.
Ah, hark! the fatal followers do pursue;
And I am faint and cannot fly their fury:
And were I strong, I would not shun their fury:
Act 1 Sc 4 Ln 25The sands are number'd that make up my life;
Here must I stay, and here my life must end.
Come, bloody Clifford, rough Northumberland,
I dare your quenchless fury to more rage:
I am your butt, and I abide your shot.
NORTHUMBERLANDAct 1 Sc 4 Ln 30Yield to our mercy, proud Plantagenet.
CLIFFORDAy, to such mercy as his ruthless arm,
With downright payment, show'd unto my father.
Now Phaethon hath tumbled from his car,
And made an evening at the noontide prick.
YORKAct 1 Sc 4 Ln 35My ashes, as the phoenix, may bring forth
A bird that will revenge upon you all:
And in that hope I throw mine eyes to heaven,
Scorning whate'er you can afflict me with.
Why come you not? what! multitudes, and fear?
CLIFFORDAct 1 Sc 4 Ln 40So cowards fight when they can fly no further;
So doves do peck the falcon's piercing talons;
So desperate thieves, all hopeless of their lives,
Breathe out invectives 'gainst the officers.
YORKO Clifford, but bethink thee once again,
Act 1 Sc 4 Ln 45And in thy thought o'er-run my former time;
And, if though canst for blushing, view this face,
And bite thy tongue, that slanders him with cowardice
Whose frown hath made thee faint and fly ere this!
CLIFFORDI will not bandy with thee word for word,
Act 1 Sc 4 Ln 50But buckle with thee blows, twice two for one.
QUEEN MARGARETHold, valiant Clifford! for a thousand causes
I would prolong awhile the traitor's life.
Wrath makes him deaf: speak thou, Northumberland.
NORTHUMBERLANDHold, Clifford! do not honour him so much
Act 1 Sc 4 Ln 55To prick thy finger, though to wound his heart:
What valour were it, when a cur doth grin,
For one to thrust his hand between his teeth,
When he might spurn him with his foot away?
It is war's prize to take all vantages;
Act 1 Sc 4 Ln 60And ten to one is no impeach of valour.
CLIFFORDAy, ay, so strives the woodcock with the gin.
NORTHUMBERLANDSo doth the cony struggle in the net.
YORKSo triumph thieves upon their conquer'd booty;
So true men yield, with robbers so o'ermatch'd.
NORTHUMBERLANDAct 1 Sc 4 Ln 65What would your grace have done unto him now?
QUEEN MARGARETBrave warriors, Clifford and Northumberland,
Come, make him stand upon this molehill here,
That raught at mountains with outstretched arms,
Yet parted but the shadow with his hand.
Act 1 Sc 4 Ln 70What! was it you that would be England's king?
Was't you that revell'd in our parliament,
And made a preachment of your high descent?
Where are your mess of sons to back you now?
The wanton Edward, and the lusty George?
Act 1 Sc 4 Ln 75And where's that valiant crook-back prodigy,
Dicky your boy, that with his grumbling voice
Was wont to cheer his dad in mutinies?
Or, with the rest, where is your darling Rutland?
Look, York: I stain'd this napkin with the blood
Act 1 Sc 4 Ln 80That valiant Clifford, with his rapier's point,
Made issue from the bosom of the boy;
And if thine eyes can water for his death,
I give thee this to dry thy cheeks withal.
Alas poor York! but that I hate thee deadly,
Act 1 Sc 4 Ln 85I should lament thy miserable state.
I prithee, grieve, to make me merry, York.
What, hath thy fiery heart so parch'd thine entrails
That not a tear can fall for Rutland's death?
Why art thou patient, man? thou shouldst be mad;
Act 1 Sc 4 Ln 90And I, to make thee mad, do mock thee thus.
Stamp, rave, and fret, that I may sing and dance.
Thou wouldst be fee'd, I see, to make me sport:
York cannot speak, unless he wear a crown.
A crown for York! and, lords, bow low to him:
Act 1 Sc 4 Ln 95Hold you his hands, whilst I do set it on.
Ay, marry, sir, now looks he like a king!
Ay, this is he that took King Henry's chair,
And this is he was his adopted heir.
But how is it that great Plantagenet
Act 1 Sc 4 Ln 100Is crown'd so soon, and broke his solemn oath?
As I bethink me, you should not be king
Till our King Henry had shook hands with death.
And will you pale your head in Henry's glory,
And rob his temples of the diadem,
Act 1 Sc 4 Ln 105Now in his life, against your holy oath?
O, 'tis a fault too too unpardonable!
Off with the crown, and with the crown his head;
And, whilst we breathe, take time to do him dead.
CLIFFORDThat is my office, for my father's sake.
QUEEN MARGARETAct 1 Sc 4 Ln 110Nay, stay; lets hear the orisons he makes.
YORKShe-wolf of France, but worse than wolves of France,
Whose tongue more poisons than the adder's tooth!
How ill-beseeming is it in thy sex
To triumph, like an Amazonian trull,
Act 1 Sc 4 Ln 115Upon their woes whom fortune captivates!
But that thy face is, vizard-like, unchanging,
Made impudent with use of evil deeds,
I would assay, proud queen, to make thee blush.
To tell thee whence thou camest, of whom derived,
Act 1 Sc 4 Ln 120Were shame enough to shame thee, wert thou not shameless.
Thy father bears the type of King of Naples,
Of both the Sicils and Jerusalem,
Yet not so wealthy as an English yeoman.
Hath that poor monarch taught thee to insult?
Act 1 Sc 4 Ln 125It needs not, nor it boots thee not, proud queen,
Unless the adage must be verified,
That beggars mounted run their horse to death.
'Tis beauty that doth oft make women proud;
But, God he knows, thy share thereof is small:
Act 1 Sc 4 Ln 130'Tis virtue that doth make them most admired;
The contrary doth make thee wonder'd at:
'Tis government that makes them seem divine;
The want thereof makes thee abominable:
Thou art as opposite to every good
Act 1 Sc 4 Ln 135As the Antipodes are unto us,
Or as the south to the septentrion.
O tiger's heart wrapt in a woman's hide!
How couldst thou drain the life-blood of the child,
To bid the father wipe his eyes withal,
Act 1 Sc 4 Ln 140And yet be seen to bear a woman's face?
Women are soft, mild, pitiful and flexible;
Thou stern, obdurate, flinty, rough, remorseless.
Bids't thou me rage? why, now thou hast thy wish:
Wouldst have me weep? why, now thou hast thy will:
Act 1 Sc 4 Ln 145For raging wind blows up incessant showers,
And when the rage allays, the rain begins.
These tears are my sweet Rutland's obsequies:
And every drop cries vengeance for his death,
'Gainst thee, fell Clifford, and thee, false
Act 1 Sc 4 Ln 150Frenchwoman.
NORTHUMBERLANDBeshrew me, but his passion moves me so
That hardly can I cheque my eyes from tears.
YORKThat face of his the hungry cannibals
Would not have touch'd, would not have stain'd with blood:
Act 1 Sc 4 Ln 155But you are more inhuman, more inexorable,
O, ten times more, than tigers of Hyrcania.
See, ruthless queen, a hapless father's tears:
This cloth thou dip'dst in blood of my sweet boy,
And I with tears do wash the blood away.
Act 1 Sc 4 Ln 160Keep thou the napkin, and go boast of this:
And if thou tell'st the heavy story right,
Upon my soul, the hearers will shed tears;
Yea even my foes will shed fast-falling tears,
And say 'Alas, it was a piteous deed!'
Act 1 Sc 4 Ln 165There, take the crown, and, with the crown, my curse;
And in thy need such comfort come to thee
As now I reap at thy too cruel hand!
Hard-hearted Clifford, take me from the world:
My soul to heaven, my blood upon your heads!
NORTHUMBERLANDAct 1 Sc 4 Ln 170Had he been slaughter-man to all my kin,
I should not for my life but weep with him.
To see how inly sorrow gripes his soul.
QUEEN MARGARETWhat, weeping-ripe, my Lord Northumberland?
Think but upon the wrong he did us all,
Act 1 Sc 4 Ln 175And that will quickly dry thy melting tears.
CLIFFORDHere's for my oath, here's for my father's death.
QUEEN MARGARETAnd here's to right our gentle-hearted king.
YORKOpen Thy gate of mercy, gracious God!
My soul flies through these wounds to seek out Thee.
QUEEN MARGARETAct 1 Sc 4 Ln 180Off with his head, and set it on York gates;
So York may overlook the town of York.
3 KING HENRY VI

ACT II

SCENE I. A plain near Mortimer's Cross in Herefordshire.

EDWARDI wonder how our princely father 'scaped,
Or whether he be 'scaped away or no
From Clifford's and Northumberland's pursuit:
Had he been ta'en, we should have heard the news;
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 5Had he been slain, we should have heard the news;
Or had he 'scaped, methinks we should have heard
The happy tidings of his good escape.
How fares my brother? why is he so sad?
RICHARDI cannot joy, until I be resolved
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 10Where our right valiant father is become.
I saw him in the battle range about;
And watch'd him how he singled Clifford forth.
Methought he bore him in the thickest troop
As doth a lion in a herd of neat;
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 15Or as a bear, encompass'd round with dogs,
Who having pinch'd a few and made them cry,
The rest stand all aloof, and bark at him.
So fared our father with his enemies;
So fled his enemies my warlike father:
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 20Methinks, 'tis prize enough to be his son.
See how the morning opes her golden gates,
And takes her farewell of the glorious sun!
How well resembles it the prime of youth,
Trimm'd like a younker prancing to his love!
EDWARDAct 2 Sc 1 Ln 25Dazzle mine eyes, or do I see three suns?
RICHARDThree glorious suns, each one a perfect sun;
Not separated with the racking clouds,
But sever'd in a pale clear-shining sky.
See, see! they join, embrace, and seem to kiss,
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 30As if they vow'd some league inviolable:
Now are they but one lamp, one light, one sun.
In this the heaven figures some event.
EDWARD'Tis wondrous strange, the like yet never heard of.
I think it cites us, brother, to the field,
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 35That we, the sons of brave Plantagenet,
Each one already blazing by our meeds,
Should notwithstanding join our lights together
And over-shine the earth as this the world.
Whate'er it bodes, henceforward will I bear
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 40Upon my target three fair-shining suns.
RICHARDNay, bear three daughters: by your leave I speak it,
You love the breeder better than the male.
But what art thou, whose heavy looks foretell
Some dreadful story hanging on thy tongue?
MessengerAct 2 Sc 1 Ln 45Ah, one that was a woful looker-on
When as the noble Duke of York was slain,
Your princely father and my loving lord!
EDWARDO, speak no more, for I have heard too much.
RICHARDSay how he died, for I will hear it all.
MessengerAct 2 Sc 1 Ln 50Environed he was with many foes,
And stood against them, as the hope of Troy
Against the Greeks that would have enter'd Troy.
But Hercules himself must yield to odds;
And many strokes, though with a little axe,
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 55Hew down and fell the hardest-timber'd oak.
By many hands your father was subdued;
But only slaughter'd by the ireful arm
Of unrelenting Clifford and the queen,
Who crown'd the gracious duke in high despite,
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 60Laugh'd in his face; and when with grief he wept,
The ruthless queen gave him to dry his cheeks
A napkin steeped in the harmless blood
Of sweet young Rutland, by rough Clifford slain:
And after many scorns, many foul taunts,
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 65They took his head, and on the gates of York
They set the same; and there it doth remain,
The saddest spectacle that e'er I view'd.
EDWARDSweet Duke of York, our prop to lean upon,
Now thou art gone, we have no staff, no stay.
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 70O Clifford, boisterous Clifford! thou hast slain
The flower of Europe for his chivalry;
And treacherously hast thou vanquish'd him,
For hand to hand he would have vanquish'd thee.
Now my soul's palace is become a prison:
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 75Ah, would she break from hence, that this my body
Might in the ground be closed up in rest!
For never henceforth shall I joy again,
Never, O never shall I see more joy!
RICHARDI cannot weep; for all my body's moisture
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 80Scarce serves to quench my furnace-burning heart:
Nor can my tongue unload my heart's great burthen;
For selfsame wind that I should speak withal
Is kindling coals that fires all my breast,
And burns me up with flames that tears would quench.
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 85To weep is to make less the depth of grief:
Tears then for babes; blows and revenge for me
Richard, I bear thy name; I'll venge thy death,
Or die renowned by attempting it.
EDWARDHis name that valiant duke hath left with thee;
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 90His dukedom and his chair with me is left.
RICHARDNay, if thou be that princely eagle's bird,
Show thy descent by gazing 'gainst the sun:
For chair and dukedom, throne and kingdom say;
Either that is thine, or else thou wert not his.
WARWICKAct 2 Sc 1 Ln 95How now, fair lords! What fare? what news abroad?
RICHARDGreat Lord of Warwick, if we should recount
Our baleful news, and at each word's deliverance
Stab poniards in our flesh till all were told,
The words would add more anguish than the wounds.
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 100O valiant lord, the Duke of York is slain!
EDWARDO Warwick, Warwick! that Plantagenet,
Which held three dearly as his soul's redemption,
Is by the stern Lord Clifford done to death.
WARWICKTen days ago I drown'd these news in tears;
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 105And now, to add more measure to your woes,
I come to tell you things sith then befall'n.
After the bloody fray at Wakefield fought,
Where your brave father breathed his latest gasp,
Tidings, as swiftly as the posts could run,
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 110Were brought me of your loss and his depart.
I, then in London keeper of the king,
Muster'd my soldiers, gather'd flocks of friends,
And very well appointed, as I thought,
March'd toward Saint Alban's to intercept the queen,
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 115Bearing the king in my behalf along;
For by my scouts I was advertised
That she was coming with a full intent
To dash our late decree in parliament
Touching King Henry's oath and your succession.
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 120Short tale to make, we at Saint Alban's met
Our battles join'd, and both sides fiercely fought:
But whether 'twas the coldness of the king,
Who look'd full gently on his warlike queen,
That robb'd my soldiers of their heated spleen;
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 125Or whether 'twas report of her success;
Or more than common fear of Clifford's rigour,
Who thunders to his captives blood and death,
I cannot judge: but to conclude with truth,
Their weapons like to lightning came and went;
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 130Our soldiers', like the night-owl's lazy flight,
Or like an idle thresher with a flail,
Fell gently down, as if they struck their friends.
I cheer'd them up with justice of our cause,
With promise of high pay and great rewards:
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 135But all in vain; they had no heart to fight,
And we in them no hope to win the day;
So that we fled; the king unto the queen;
Lord George your brother, Norfolk and myself,
In haste, post-haste, are come to join with you:
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 140For in the marches here we heard you were,
Making another head to fight again.
EDWARDWhere is the Duke of Norfolk, gentle Warwick?
And when came George from Burgundy to England?
WARWICKSome six miles off the duke is with the soldiers;
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 145And for your brother, he was lately sent
From your kind aunt, Duchess of Burgundy,
With aid of soldiers to this needful war.
RICHARD'Twas odds, belike, when valiant Warwick fled:
Oft have I heard his praises in pursuit,
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 150But ne'er till now his scandal of retire.
WARWICKNor now my scandal, Richard, dost thou hear;
For thou shalt know this strong right hand of mine
Can pluck the diadem from faint Henry's head,
And wring the awful sceptre from his fist,
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 155Were he as famous and as bold in war
As he is famed for mildness, peace, and prayer.
RICHARDI know it well, Lord Warwick; blame me not:
'Tis love I bear thy glories makes me speak.
But in this troublous time what's to be done?
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 160Shall we go throw away our coats of steel,
And wrap our bodies in black mourning gowns,
Numbering our Ave-Maries with our beads?
Or shall we on the helmets of our foes
Tell our devotion with revengeful arms?
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 165If for the last, say ay, and to it, lords.
WARWICKWhy, therefore Warwick came to seek you out;
And therefore comes my brother Montague.
Attend me, lords. The proud insulting queen,
With Clifford and the haught Northumberland,
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 170And of their feather many more proud birds,
Have wrought the easy-melting king like wax.
He swore consent to your succession,
His oath enrolled in the parliament;
And now to London all the crew are gone,
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 175To frustrate both his oath and what beside
May make against the house of Lancaster.
Their power, I think, is thirty thousand strong:
Now, if the help of Norfolk and myself,
With all the friends that thou, brave Earl of March,
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 180Amongst the loving Welshmen canst procure,
Will but amount to five and twenty thousand,
Why, Via! to London will we march amain,
And once again bestride our foaming steeds,
And once again cry 'Charge upon our foes!'
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 185But never once again turn back and fly.
RICHARDAy, now methinks I hear great Warwick speak:
Ne'er may he live to see a sunshine day,
That cries 'Retire,' if Warwick bid him stay.
EDWARDLord Warwick, on thy shoulder will I lean;
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 190And when thou fail'st — as God forbid the hour! —
Must Edward fall, which peril heaven forfend!
WARWICKNo longer Earl of March, but Duke of York:
The next degree is England's royal throne;
For King of England shalt thou be proclaim'd
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 195In every borough as we pass along;
And he that throws not up his cap for joy
Shall for the fault make forfeit of his head.
King Edward, valiant Richard, Montague,
Stay we no longer, dreaming of renown,
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 200But sound the trumpets, and about our task.
RICHARDThen, Clifford, were thy heart as hard as steel,
As thou hast shown it flinty by thy deeds,
I come to pierce it, or to give thee mine.
EDWARDThen strike up drums: God and Saint George for us!
WARWICKAct 2 Sc 1 Ln 205How now! what news?
MessengerThe Duke of Norfolk sends you word by me,
The queen is coming with a puissant host;
And craves your company for speedy counsel.
WARWICKWhy then it sorts, brave warriors, let's away.
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 2103 KING HENRY VI

ACT II

SCENE II. Before York.

QUEEN MARGARETWelcome, my lord, to this brave town of York.
Yonder's the head of that arch-enemy
That sought to be encompass'd with your crown:
Doth not the object cheer your heart, my lord?
KING HENRY VIAct 2 Sc 2 Ln 5Ay, as the rocks cheer them that fear their wreck:
To see this sight, it irks my very soul.
Withhold revenge, dear God! 'tis not my fault,
Nor wittingly have I infringed my vow.
CLIFFORDMy gracious liege, this too much lenity
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 10And harmful pity must be laid aside.
To whom do lions cast their gentle looks?
Not to the beast that would usurp their den.
Whose hand is that the forest bear doth lick?
Not his that spoils her young before her face.
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 15Who 'scapes the lurking serpent's mortal sting?
Not he that sets his foot upon her back.
The smallest worm will turn being trodden on,
And doves will peck in safeguard of their brood.
Ambitious York doth level at thy crown,
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 20Thou smiling while he knit his angry brows:
He, but a duke, would have his son a king,
And raise his issue, like a loving sire;
Thou, being a king, blest with a goodly son,
Didst yield consent to disinherit him,
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 25Which argued thee a most unloving father.
Unreasonable creatures feed their young;
And though man's face be fearful to their eyes,
Yet, in protection of their tender ones,
Who hath not seen them, even with those wings
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 30Which sometime they have used with fearful flight,
Make war with him that climb'd unto their nest,
Offer their own lives in their young's defence?
For shame, my liege, make them your precedent!
Were it not pity that this goodly boy
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 35Should lose his birthright by his father's fault,
And long hereafter say unto his child,
'What my great-grandfather and his grandsire got
My careless father fondly gave away'?
Ah, what a shame were this! Look on the boy;
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 40And let his manly face, which promiseth
Successful fortune, steel thy melting heart
To hold thine own and leave thine own with him.
KING HENRY VIFull well hath Clifford play'd the orator,
Inferring arguments of mighty force.
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 45But, Clifford, tell me, didst thou never hear
That things ill-got had ever bad success?
And happy always was it for that son
Whose father for his hoarding went to hell?
I'll leave my son my virtuous deeds behind;
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 50And would my father had left me no more!
For all the rest is held at such a rate
As brings a thousand-fold more care to keep
Than in possession and jot of pleasure.
Ah, cousin York! would thy best friends did know
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 55How it doth grieve me that thy head is here!
QUEEN MARGARETMy lord, cheer up your spirits: our foes are nigh,
And this soft courage makes your followers faint.
You promised knighthood to our forward son:
Unsheathe your sword, and dub him presently.
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 60Edward, kneel down.
KING HENRY VIEdward Plantagenet, arise a knight;
And learn this lesson, draw thy sword in right.
PRINCEMy gracious father, by your kingly leave,
I'll draw it as apparent to the crown,
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 65And in that quarrel use it to the death.
CLIFFORDWhy, that is spoken like a toward prince.
MessengerRoyal commanders, be in readiness:
For with a band of thirty thousand men
Comes Warwick, backing of the Duke of York;
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 70And in the towns, as they do march along,
Proclaims him king, and many fly to him:
Darraign your battle, for they are at hand.
CLIFFORDI would your highness would depart the field:
The queen hath best success when you are absent.
QUEEN MARGARETAct 2 Sc 2 Ln 75Ay, good my lord, and leave us to our fortune.
KING HENRY VIWhy, that's my fortune too; therefore I'll stay.
NORTHUMBERLANDBe it with resolution then to fight.
PRINCE EDWARDMy royal father, cheer these noble lords
And hearten those that fight in your defence:
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 80Unsheathe your sword, good father; cry 'Saint George!'
EDWARDNow, perjured Henry! wilt thou kneel for grace,
And set thy diadem upon my head;
Or bide the mortal fortune of the field?
QUEEN MARGARETGo, rate thy minions, proud insulting boy!
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 85Becomes it thee to be thus bold in terms
Before thy sovereign and thy lawful king?
EDWARDI am his king, and he should bow his knee;
I was adopted heir by his consent:
Since when, his oath is broke; for, as I hear,
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 90You, that are king, though he do wear the crown,
Have caused him, by new act of parliament,
To blot out me, and put his own son in.
CLIFFORDAnd reason too:
Who should succeed the father but the son?
RICHARDAct 2 Sc 2 Ln 95Are you there, butcher? O, I cannot speak!
CLIFFORDAy, crook-back, here I stand to answer thee,
Or any he the proudest of thy sort.
RICHARD'Twas you that kill'd young Rutland, was it not?
CLIFFORDAy, and old York, and yet not satisfied.
RICHARDAct 2 Sc 2 Ln 100For God's sake, lords, give signal to the fight.
WARWICKWhat say'st thou, Henry, wilt thou yield the crown?
QUEEN MARGARETWhy, how now, long-tongued Warwick! dare you speak?
When you and I met at Saint Alban's last,
Your legs did better service than your hands.
WARWICKAct 2 Sc 2 Ln 105Then 'twas my turn to fly, and now 'tis thine.
CLIFFORDYou said so much before, and yet you fled.
WARWICK'Twas not your valour, Clifford, drove me thence.
NORTHUMBERLANDNo, nor your manhood that durst make you stay.
RICHARDNorthumberland, I hold thee reverently.
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 110Break off the parley; for scarce I can refrain
The execution of my big-swoln heart
Upon that Clifford, that cruel child-killer.
CLIFFORDI slew thy father, call'st thou him a child?
RICHARDAy, like a dastard and a treacherous coward,
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 115As thou didst kill our tender brother Rutland;
But ere sunset I'll make thee curse the deed.
KING HENRY VIHave done with words, my lords, and hear me speak.
QUEEN MARGARETDefy them then, or else hold close thy lips.
KING HENRY VII prithee, give no limits to my tongue:
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 120I am a king, and privileged to speak.
CLIFFORDMy liege, the wound that bred this meeting here
Cannot be cured by words; therefore be still.
RICHARDThen, executioner, unsheathe thy sword:
By him that made us all, I am resolved
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 125that Clifford's manhood lies upon his tongue.
EDWARDSay, Henry, shall I have my right, or no?
A thousand men have broke their fasts to-day,
That ne'er shall dine unless thou yield the crown.
WARWICKIf thou deny, their blood upon thy head;
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 130For York in justice puts his armour on.
PRINCE EDWARDIf that be right which Warwick says is right,
There is no wrong, but every thing is right.
RICHARDWhoever got thee, there thy mother stands;
For, well I wot, thou hast thy mother's tongue.
QUEEN MARGARETAct 2 Sc 2 Ln 135But thou art neither like thy sire nor dam;
But like a foul mis-shapen stigmatic,
Mark'd by the destinies to be avoided,
As venom toads, or lizards' dreadful stings.
RICHARDIron of Naples hid with English gilt,
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 140Whose father bears the title of a king, —
As if a channel should be call'd the sea, —
Shamest thou not, knowing whence thou art extraught,
To let thy tongue detect thy base-born heart?
EDWARDA wisp of straw were worth a thousand crowns,
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 145To make this shameless callet know herself.
Helen of Greece was fairer far than thou,
Although thy husband may be Menelaus;
And ne'er was Agamemnon's brother wrong'd
By that false woman, as this king by thee.
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 150His father revell'd in the heart of France,
And tamed the king, and made the dauphin stoop;
And had he match'd according to his state,
He might have kept that glory to this day;
But when he took a beggar to his bed,
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 155And graced thy poor sire with his bridal-day,
Even then that sunshine brew'd a shower for him,
That wash'd his father's fortunes forth of France,
And heap'd sedition on his crown at home.
For what hath broach'd this tumult but thy pride?
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 160Hadst thou been meek, our title still had slept;
And we, in pity of the gentle king,
Had slipp'd our claim until another age.
GEORGEBut when we saw our sunshine made thy spring,
And that thy summer bred us no increase,
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 165We set the axe to thy usurping root;
And though the edge hath something hit ourselves,
Yet, know thou, since we have begun to strike,
We'll never leave till we have hewn thee down,
Or bathed thy growing with our heated bloods.
EDWARDAct 2 Sc 2 Ln 170And, in this resolution, I defy thee;
Not willing any longer conference,
Since thou deniest the gentle king to speak.
Sound trumpets! let our bloody colours wave!
And either victory, or else a grave.
QUEEN MARGARETAct 2 Sc 2 Ln 175Stay, Edward.
EDWARDNo, wrangling woman, we'll no longer stay:
These words will cost ten thousand lives this day.
3 KING HENRY VI

ACT II

SCENE III. A field of battle between Towton and Saxton, in Yorkshire.

WARWICKForspent with toil, as runners with a race,
I lay me down a little while to breathe;
For strokes received, and many blows repaid,
Have robb'd my strong-knit sinews of their strength,
Act 2 Sc 3 Ln 5And spite of spite needs must I rest awhile.
EDWARDSmile, gentle heaven! or strike, ungentle death!
For this world frowns, and Edward's sun is clouded.
WARWICKHow now, my lord! what hap? what hope of good?
GEORGEOur hap is loss, our hope but sad despair;
Act 2 Sc 3 Ln 10Our ranks are broke, and ruin follows us:
What counsel give you? whither shall we fly?
EDWARDBootless is flight, they follow us with wings;
And weak we are and cannot shun pursuit.
RICHARDAh, Warwick, why hast thou withdrawn thyself?
Act 2 Sc 3 Ln 15Thy brother's blood the thirsty earth hath drunk,
Broach'd with the steely point of Clifford's lance;
And in the very pangs of death he cried,
Like to a dismal clangour heard from far,
'Warwick, revenge! brother, revenge my death!'
Act 2 Sc 3 Ln 20So, underneath the belly of their steeds,
That stain'd their fetlocks in his smoking blood,
The noble gentleman gave up the ghost.
WARWICKThen let the earth be drunken with our blood:
I'll kill my horse, because I will not fly.
Act 2 Sc 3 Ln 25Why stand we like soft-hearted women here,
Wailing our losses, whiles the foe doth rage;
And look upon, as if the tragedy
Were play'd in jest by counterfeiting actors?
Here on my knee I vow to God above,
Act 2 Sc 3 Ln 30I'll never pause again, never stand still,
Till either death hath closed these eyes of mine
Or fortune given me measure of revenge.
EDWARDO Warwick, I do bend my knee with thine;
And in this vow do chain my soul to thine!
Act 2 Sc 3 Ln 35And, ere my knee rise from the earth's cold face,
I throw my hands, mine eyes, my heart to thee,
Thou setter up and plucker down of kings,
Beseeching thee, if with they will it stands
That to my foes this body must be prey,
Act 2 Sc 3 Ln 40Yet that thy brazen gates of heaven may ope,
And give sweet passage to my sinful soul!
Now, lords, take leave until we meet again,
Where'er it be, in heaven or in earth.
RICHARDBrother, give me thy hand; and, gentle Warwick,
Act 2 Sc 3 Ln 45Let me embrace thee in my weary arms:
I, that did never weep, now melt with woe
That winter should cut off our spring-time so.
WARWICKAway, away! Once more, sweet lords farewell.
GEORGEYet let us all together to our troops,
Act 2 Sc 3 Ln 50And give them leave to fly that will not stay;
And call them pillars that will stand to us;
And, if we thrive, promise them such rewards
As victors wear at the Olympian games:
This may plant courage in their quailing breasts;
Act 2 Sc 3 Ln 55For yet is hope of life and victory.
Forslow no longer, make we hence amain.
3 KING HENRY VI

ACT II

SCENE IV. Another part of the field.

RICHARDNow, Clifford, I have singled thee alone:
Suppose this arm is for the Duke of York,
And this for Rutland; both bound to revenge,
Wert thou environ'd with a brazen wall.
CLIFFORDAct 2 Sc 4 Ln 5Now, Richard, I am with thee here alone:
This is the hand that stabb'd thy father York;
And this the hand that slew thy brother Rutland;
And here's the heart that triumphs in their death
And cheers these hands that slew thy sire and brother
Act 2 Sc 4 Ln 10To execute the like upon thyself;
And so, have at thee!
RICHARDNay Warwick, single out some other chase;
For I myself will hunt this wolf to death.
3 KING HENRY VI

ACT II

SCENE V. Another part of the field.

KING HENRY VIThis battle fares like to the morning's war,
When dying clouds contend with growing light,
What time the shepherd, blowing of his nails,
Can neither call it perfect day nor night.
Act 2 Sc 5 Ln 5Now sways it this way, like a mighty sea
Forced by the tide to combat with the wind;
Now sways it that way, like the selfsame sea
Forced to retire by fury of the wind:
Sometime the flood prevails, and then the wind;
Act 2 Sc 5 Ln 10Now one the better, then another best;
Both tugging to be victors, breast to breast,
Yet neither conqueror nor conquered:
So is the equal of this fell war.
Here on this molehill will I sit me down.
Act 2 Sc 5 Ln 15To whom God will, there be the victory!
For Margaret my queen, and Clifford too,
Have chid me from the battle; swearing both
They prosper best of all when I am thence.
Would I were dead! if God's good will were so;
Act 2 Sc 5 Ln 20For what is in this world but grief and woe?
O God! methinks it were a happy life,
To be no better than a homely swain;
To sit upon a hill, as I do now,
To carve out dials quaintly, point by point,
Act 2 Sc 5 Ln 25Thereby to see the minutes how they run,
How many make the hour full complete;
How many hours bring about the day;
How many days will finish up the year;
How many years a mortal man may live.
Act 2 Sc 5 Ln 30When this is known, then to divide the times:
So many hours must I tend my flock;
So many hours must I take my rest;
So many hours must I contemplate;
So many hours must I sport myself;
Act 2 Sc 5 Ln 35So many days my ewes have been with young;
So many weeks ere the poor fools will ean:
So many years ere I shall shear the fleece:
So minutes, hours, days, months, and years,
Pass'd over to the end they were created,
Act 2 Sc 5 Ln 40Would bring white hairs unto a quiet grave.
Ah, what a life were this! how sweet! how lovely!
Gives not the hawthorn-bush a sweeter shade
To shepherds looking on their silly sheep,
Than doth a rich embroider'd canopy
Act 2 Sc 5 Ln 45To kings that fear their subjects' treachery?
O, yes, it doth; a thousand-fold it doth.
And to conclude, the shepherd's homely curds,
His cold thin drink out of his leather bottle.
His wonted sleep under a fresh tree's shade,
Act 2 Sc 5 Ln 50All which secure and sweetly he enjoys,
Is far beyond a prince's delicates,
His viands sparkling in a golden cup,
His body couched in a curious bed,
When care, mistrust, and treason waits on him.
SonAct 2 Sc 5 Ln 55Ill blows the wind that profits nobody.
This man, whom hand to hand I slew in fight,
May be possessed with some store of crowns;
And I, that haply take them from him now,
May yet ere night yield both my life and them
Act 2 Sc 5 Ln 60To some man else, as this dead man doth me.
Who's this? O God! it is my father's face,
Whom in this conflict I unwares have kill'd.
O heavy times, begetting such events!
From London by the king was I press'd forth;
Act 2 Sc 5 Ln 65My father, being the Earl of Warwick's man,
Came on the part of York, press'd by his master;
And I, who at his hands received my life, him
Have by my hands of life bereaved him.
Pardon me, God, I knew not what I did!
Act 2 Sc 5 Ln 70And pardon, father, for I knew not thee!
My tears shall wipe away these bloody marks;
And no more words till they have flow'd their fill.
KING HENRY VIO piteous spectacle! O bloody times!
Whiles lions war and battle for their dens,
Act 2 Sc 5 Ln 75Poor harmless lambs abide their enmity.
Weep, wretched man, I'll aid thee tear for tear;
And let our hearts and eyes, like civil war,
Be blind with tears, and break o'ercharged with grief.
FatherThou that so stoutly hast resisted me,
Act 2 Sc 5 Ln 80Give me thy gold, if thou hast any gold:
For I have bought it with an hundred blows.
But let me see: is this our foeman's face?
Ah, no, no, no, it is mine only son!
Ah, boy, if any life be left in thee,
Act 2 Sc 5 Ln 85Throw up thine eye! see, see what showers arise,
Blown with the windy tempest of my heart,
Upon thy words, that kill mine eye and heart!
O, pity, God, this miserable age!
What stratagems, how fell, how butcherly,
Act 2 Sc 5 Ln 90Erroneous, mutinous and unnatural,
This deadly quarrel daily doth beget!
O boy, thy father gave thee life too soon,
And hath bereft thee of thy life too late!
KING HENRY VIWoe above woe! grief more than common grief!
Act 2 Sc 5 Ln 95O that my death would stay these ruthful deeds!
O pity, pity, gentle heaven, pity!
The red rose and the white are on his face,
The fatal colours of our striving houses:
The one his purple blood right well resembles;
Act 2 Sc 5 Ln 100The other his pale cheeks, methinks, presenteth:
Wither one rose, and let the other flourish;
If you contend, a thousand lives must wither.
SonHow will my mother for a father's death
Take on with me and ne'er be satisfied!
FatherAct 2 Sc 5 Ln 105How will my wife for slaughter of my son
Shed seas of tears and ne'er be satisfied!
KING HENRY VIHow will the country for these woful chances
Misthink the king and not be satisfied!
SonWas ever son so rued a father's death?
FatherAct 2 Sc 5 Ln 110Was ever father so bemoan'd his son?
KING HENRY VIWas ever king so grieved for subjects' woe?
Much is your sorrow; mine ten times so much.
SonI'll bear thee hence, where I may weep my fill.
FatherThese arms of mine shall be thy winding-sheet;
Act 2 Sc 5 Ln 115My heart, sweet boy, shall be thy sepulchre,
For from my heart thine image ne'er shall go;
My sighing breast shall be thy funeral bell;
And so obsequious will thy father be,
Even for the loss of thee, having no more,
Act 2 Sc 5 Ln 120As Priam was for all his valiant sons.
I'll bear thee hence; and let them fight that will,
For I have murdered where I should not kill.
KING HENRY VISad-hearted men, much overgone with care,
Here sits a king more woful than you are.
PRINCE EDWARDAct 2 Sc 5 Ln 125Fly, father, fly! for all your friends are fled,
And Warwick rages like a chafed bull:
Away! for death doth hold us in pursuit.
QUEEN MARGARETMount you, my lord; towards Berwick post amain:
Edward and Richard, like a brace of greyhounds
Act 2 Sc 5 Ln 130Having the fearful flying hare in sight,
With fiery eyes sparkling for very wrath,
And bloody steel grasp'd in their ireful hands,
Are at our backs; and therefore hence amain.
EXETERAway! for vengeance comes along with them:
Act 2 Sc 5 Ln 135Nay, stay not to expostulate, make speed;
Or else come after: I'll away before.
KING HENRY VINay, take me with thee, good sweet Exeter:
Not that I fear to stay, but love to go
Whither the queen intends. Forward; away!
Act 2 Sc 5 Ln 1403 KING HENRY VI

ACT II

SCENE VI. Another part of the field.

CLIFFORDHere burns my candle out; ay, here it dies,
Which, whiles it lasted, gave King Henry light.
O Lancaster, I fear thy overthrow
More than my body's parting with my soul!
Act 2 Sc 6 Ln 5My love and fear glued many friends to thee;
And, now I fall, thy tough commixture melts.
Impairing Henry, strengthening misproud York,
The common people swarm like summer flies;
And whither fly the gnats but to the sun?
Act 2 Sc 6 Ln 10And who shines now but Henry's enemies?
O Phoebus, hadst thou never given consent
That Phaethon should cheque thy fiery steeds,
Thy burning car never had scorch'd the earth!
And, Henry, hadst thou sway'd as kings should do,
Act 2 Sc 6 Ln 15Or as thy father and his father did,
Giving no ground unto the house of York,
They never then had sprung like summer flies;
I and ten thousand in this luckless realm
Had left no mourning widows for our death;
Act 2 Sc 6 Ln 20And thou this day hadst kept thy chair in peace.
For what doth cherish weeds but gentle air?
And what makes robbers bold but too much lenity?
Bootless are plaints, and cureless are my wounds;
No way to fly, nor strength to hold out flight:
Act 2 Sc 6 Ln 25The foe is merciless, and will not pity;
For at their hands I have deserved no pity.
The air hath got into my deadly wounds,
And much effuse of blood doth make me faint.
Come, York and Richard, Warwick and the rest;
Act 2 Sc 6 Ln 30I stabb'd your fathers' bosoms, split my breast.
EDWARDNow breathe we, lords: good fortune bids us pause,
And smooth the frowns of war with peaceful looks.
Some troops pursue the bloody-minded queen,
That led calm Henry, though he were a king,
Act 2 Sc 6 Ln 35As doth a sail, fill'd with a fretting gust,
Command an argosy to stem the waves.
But think you, lords, that Clifford fled with them?
WARWICKNo, 'tis impossible he should escape,
For, though before his face I speak the words
Act 2 Sc 6 Ln 40Your brother Richard mark'd him for the grave:
And wheresoe'er he is, he's surely dead.
EDWARDWhose soul is that which takes her heavy leave?
RICHARDA deadly groan, like life and death's departing.
EDWARDSee who it is: and, now the battle's ended,
Act 2 Sc 6 Ln 45If friend or foe, let him be gently used.
RICHARDRevoke that doom of mercy, for 'tis Clifford;
Who not contented that he lopp'd the branch
In hewing Rutland when his leaves put forth,
But set his murdering knife unto the root
Act 2 Sc 6 Ln 50From whence that tender spray did sweetly spring,
I mean our princely father, Duke of York.
WARWICKFrom off the gates of York fetch down the head,
Your father's head, which Clifford placed there;
Instead whereof let this supply the room:
Act 2 Sc 6 Ln 55Measure for measure must be answered.
EDWARDBring forth that fatal screech-owl to our house,
That nothing sung but death to us and ours:
Now death shall stop his dismal threatening sound,
And his ill-boding tongue no more shall speak.
WARWICKAct 2 Sc 6 Ln 60I think his understanding is bereft.
Speak, Clifford, dost thou know who speaks to thee?
Dark cloudy death o'ershades his beams of life,
And he nor sees nor hears us what we say.
RICHARDO, would he did! and so perhaps he doth:
Act 2 Sc 6 Ln 65'Tis but his policy to counterfeit,
Because he would avoid such bitter taunts
Which in the time of death he gave our father.
GEORGEIf so thou think'st, vex him with eager words.
RICHARDClifford, ask mercy and obtain no grace.
EDWARDAct 2 Sc 6 Ln 70Clifford, repent in bootless penitence.
WARWICKClifford, devise excuses for thy faults.
GEORGEWhile we devise fell tortures for thy faults.
RICHARDThou didst love York, and I am son to York.
EDWARDThou pitied'st Rutland; I will pity thee.
GEORGEAct 2 Sc 6 Ln 75Where's Captain Margaret, to fence you now?
WARWICKThey mock thee, Clifford: swear as thou wast wont.
RICHARDWhat, not an oath? nay, then the world goes hard
When Clifford cannot spare his friends an oath.
I know by that he's dead; and, by my soul,
Act 2 Sc 6 Ln 80If this right hand would buy two hour's life,
That I in all despite might rail at him,
This hand should chop it off, and with the
issuing blood
Stifle the villain whose unstanched thirst
Act 2 Sc 6 Ln 85York and young Rutland could not satisfy.
WARWICKAy, but he's dead: off with the traitor's head,
And rear it in the place your father's stands.
And now to London with triumphant march,
There to be crowned England's royal king:
Act 2 Sc 6 Ln 90From whence shall Warwick cut the sea to France,
And ask the Lady Bona for thy queen:
So shalt thou sinew both these lands together;
And, having France thy friend, thou shalt not dread
The scatter'd foe that hopes to rise again;
Act 2 Sc 6 Ln 95For though they cannot greatly sting to hurt,
Yet look to have them buzz to offend thine ears.
First will I see the coronation;
And then to Brittany I'll cross the sea,
To effect this marriage, so it please my lord.
EDWARDAct 2 Sc 6 Ln 100Even as thou wilt, sweet Warwick, let it be;
For in thy shoulder do I build my seat,
And never will I undertake the thing
Wherein thy counsel and consent is wanting.
Richard, I will create thee Duke of Gloucester,
Act 2 Sc 6 Ln 105And George, of Clarence: Warwick, as ourself,
Shall do and undo as him pleaseth best.
RICHARDLet me be Duke of Clarence, George of Gloucester;
For Gloucester's dukedom is too ominous.
WARWICKTut, that's a foolish observation:
Act 2 Sc 6 Ln 110Richard, be Duke of Gloucester. Now to London,
To see these honours in possession.
3 KING HENRY VI

ACT III

SCENE I. A forest in the north of England.

First KeeperUnder this thick-grown brake we'll shroud ourselves;
For through this laund anon the deer will come;
And in this covert will we make our stand,
Culling the principal of all the deer.
Second KeeperAct 3 Sc 1 Ln 5I'll stay above the hill, so both may shoot.
First KeeperThat cannot be; the noise of thy cross-bow
Will scare the herd, and so my shoot is lost.
Here stand we both, and aim we at the best:
And, for the time shall not seem tedious,
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 10I'll tell thee what befell me on a day
In this self-place where now we mean to stand.
Second KeeperHere comes a man; let's stay till he be past.
KING HENRY VIFrom Scotland am I stol'n, even of pure love,
To greet mine own land with my wishful sight.
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 15No, Harry, Harry, 'tis no land of thine;
Thy place is fill'd, thy sceptre wrung from thee,
Thy balm wash'd off wherewith thou wast anointed:
No bending knee will call thee Caesar now,
No humble suitors press to speak for right,
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 20No, not a man comes for redress of thee;
For how can I help them, and not myself?
First KeeperAy, here's a deer whose skin's a keeper's fee:
This is the quondam king; let's seize upon him.
KING HENRY VILet me embrace thee, sour adversity,
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 25For wise men say it is the wisest course.
Second KeeperWhy linger we? let us lay hands upon him.
First KeeperForbear awhile; we'll hear a little more.
KING HENRY VIMy queen and son are gone to France for aid;
And, as I hear, the great commanding Warwick
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 30Is thither gone, to crave the French king's sister
To wife for Edward: if this news be true,
Poor queen and son, your labour is but lost;
For Warwick is a subtle orator,
And Lewis a prince soon won with moving words.
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 35By this account then Margaret may win him;
For she's a woman to be pitied much:
Her sighs will make a battery in his breast;
Her tears will pierce into a marble heart;
The tiger will be mild whiles she doth mourn;
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 40And Nero will be tainted with remorse,
To hear and see her plaints, her brinish tears.
Ay, but she's come to beg, Warwick to give;
She, on his left side, craving aid for Henry,
He, on his right, asking a wife for Edward.
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 45She weeps, and says her Henry is deposed;
He smiles, and says his Edward is install'd;
That she, poor wretch, for grief can speak no more;
Whiles Warwick tells his title, smooths the wrong,
Inferreth arguments of mighty strength,
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 50And in conclusion wins the king from her,
With promise of his sister, and what else,
To strengthen and support King Edward's place.
O Margaret, thus 'twill be; and thou, poor soul,
Art then forsaken, as thou went'st forlorn!
Second KeeperAct 3 Sc 1 Ln 55Say, what art thou that talk'st of kings and queens?
KING HENRY VIMore than I seem, and less than I was born to:
A man at least, for less I should not be;
And men may talk of kings, and why not I?
Second KeeperAy, but thou talk'st as if thou wert a king.
KING HENRY VIAct 3 Sc 1 Ln 60Why, so I am, in mind; and that's enough.
Second KeeperBut, if thou be a king, where is thy crown?
KING HENRY VIMy crown is in my heart, not on my head;
Not decked with diamonds and Indian stones,
Nor to be seen: my crown is called content:
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 65A crown it is that seldom kings enjoy.
Second KeeperWell, if you be a king crown'd with content,
Your crown content and you must be contented
To go along with us; for as we think,
You are the king King Edward hath deposed;
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 70And we his subjects sworn in all allegiance
Will apprehend you as his enemy.
KING HENRY VIBut did you never swear, and break an oath?
Second KeeperNo, never such an oath; nor will not now.
KING HENRY VIWhere did you dwell when I was King of England?
Second KeeperAct 3 Sc 1 Ln 75Here in this country, where we now remain.
KING HENRY VII was anointed king at nine months old;
My father and my grandfather were kings,
And you were sworn true subjects unto me:
And tell me, then, have you not broke your oaths?
First KeeperAct 3 Sc 1 Ln 80No;
For we were subjects but while you were king.
KING HENRY VIWhy, am I dead? do I not breathe a man?
Ah, simple men, you know not what you swear!
Look, as I blow this feather from my face,
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 85And as the air blows it to me again,
Obeying with my wind when I do blow,
And yielding to another when it blows,
Commanded always by the greater gust;
Such is the lightness of you common men.
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 90But do not break your oaths; for of that sin
My mild entreaty shall not make you guilty.
Go where you will, the king shall be commanded;
And be you kings, command, and I'll obey.
First KeeperWe are true subjects to the king, King Edward.
KING HENRY VIAct 3 Sc 1 Ln 95So would you be again to Henry,
If he were seated as King Edward is.
First KeeperWe charge you, in God's name, and the king's,
To go with us unto the officers.
KING HENRY VIIn God's name, lead; your king's name be obey'd:
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 100And what God will, that let your king perform;
And what he will, I humbly yield unto.
3 KING HENRY VI

ACT III

SCENE II. London. The palace.

KING EDWARD IVBrother of Gloucester, at Saint Alban's field
This lady's husband, Sir Richard Grey, was slain,
His lands then seized on by the conqueror:
Her suit is now to repossess those lands;
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 5Which we in justice cannot well deny,
Because in quarrel of the house of York
The worthy gentleman did lose his life.
GLOUCESTERYour highness shall do well to grant her suit;
It were dishonour to deny it her.
KING EDWARD IVAct 3 Sc 2 Ln 10It were no less; but yet I'll make a pause.
GLOUCESTER Yea, is it so?
I see the lady hath a thing to grant,
Before the king will grant her humble suit.
CLARENCE He knows the game: how true
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 15he keeps the wind!
GLOUCESTER Silence!
KING EDWARD IVWidow, we will consider of your suit;
And come some other time to know our mind.
LADY GREYRight gracious lord, I cannot brook delay:
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 20May it please your highness to resolve me now;
And what your pleasure is, shall satisfy me.
GLOUCESTER Ay, widow? then I'll warrant
you all your lands,
An if what pleases him shall pleasure you.
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 25Fight closer, or, good faith, you'll catch a blow.
CLARENCE I fear her not, unless she
chance to fall.
GLOUCESTER God forbid that! for he'll
take vantages.
KING EDWARD IVAct 3 Sc 2 Ln 30How many children hast thou, widow? tell me.
CLARENCE I think he means to beg a
child of her.
GLOUCESTER Nay, whip me then: he'll rather
give her two.
LADY GREYAct 3 Sc 2 Ln 35Three, my most gracious lord.
GLOUCESTER You shall have four, if you'll
be ruled by him.
KING EDWARD IV'Twere pity they should lose their father's lands.
LADY GREYBe pitiful, dread lord, and grant it then.
KING EDWARD IVAct 3 Sc 2 Ln 40Lords, give us leave: I'll try this widow's wit.
GLOUCESTER Ay, good leave have you; for
you will have leave,
Till youth take leave and leave you to the crutch.
KING EDWARD IVNow tell me, madam, do you love your children?
LADY GREYAct 3 Sc 2 Ln 45Ay, full as dearly as I love myself.
KING EDWARD IVAnd would you not do much to do them good?
LADY GREYTo do them good, I would sustain some harm.
KING EDWARD IVThen get your husband's lands, to do them good.
LADY GREYTherefore I came unto your majesty.
KING EDWARD IVAct 3 Sc 2 Ln 50I'll tell you how these lands are to be got.
LADY GREYSo shall you bind me to your highness' service.
KING EDWARD IVWhat service wilt thou do me, if I give them?
LADY GREYWhat you command, that rests in me to do.
KING EDWARD IVBut you will take exceptions to my boon.
LADY GREYAct 3 Sc 2 Ln 55No, gracious lord, except I cannot do it.
KING EDWARD IVAy, but thou canst do what I mean to ask.
LADY GREYWhy, then I will do what your grace commands.
GLOUCESTER He plies her hard; and much rain
wears the marble.
CLARENCEAct 3 Sc 2 Ln 60 As red as fire! nay, then
her wax must melt.
LADY GREYWhy stops my lord, shall I not hear my task?
KING EDWARD IVAn easy task; 'tis but to love a king.
LADY GREYThat's soon perform'd, because I am a subject.
KING EDWARD IVAct 3 Sc 2 Ln 65Why, then, thy husband's lands I freely give thee.
LADY GREYI take my leave with many thousand thanks.
GLOUCESTER The match is made; she seals it
with a curtsy.
KING EDWARD IVBut stay thee, 'tis the fruits of love I mean.
LADY GREYAct 3 Sc 2 Ln 70The fruits of love I mean, my loving liege.
KING EDWARD IVAy, but, I fear me, in another sense.
What love, think'st thou, I sue so much to get?
LADY GREYMy love till death, my humble thanks, my prayers;
That love which virtue begs and virtue grants.
KING EDWARD IVAct 3 Sc 2 Ln 75No, by my troth, I did not mean such love.
LADY GREYWhy, then you mean not as I thought you did.
KING EDWARD IVBut now you partly may perceive my mind.
LADY GREYMy mind will never grant what I perceive
Your highness aims at, if I aim aright.
KING EDWARD IVAct 3 Sc 2 Ln 80To tell thee plain, I aim to lie with thee.
LADY GREYTo tell you plain, I had rather lie in prison.
KING EDWARD IVWhy, then thou shalt not have thy husband's lands.
LADY GREYWhy, then mine honesty shall be my dower;
For by that loss I will not purchase them.
KING EDWARD IVAct 3 Sc 2 Ln 85Therein thou wrong'st thy children mightily.
LADY GREYHerein your highness wrongs both them and me.
But, mighty lord, this merry inclination
Accords not with the sadness of my suit:
Please you dismiss me either with 'ay' or 'no.'
KING EDWARD IVAct 3 Sc 2 Ln 90Ay, if thou wilt say 'ay' to my request;
No if thou dost say 'no' to my demand.
LADY GREYThen, no, my lord. My suit is at an end.
GLOUCESTER The widow likes him not, she
knits her brows.
CLARENCEAct 3 Sc 2 Ln 95 He is the bluntest wooer in
Christendom.
KING EDWARD IV Her looks do argue her replete with modesty;
Her words do show her wit incomparable;
All her perfections challenge sovereignty:
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 100One way or other, she is for a king;
And she shall be my love, or else my queen. —
Say that King Edward take thee for his queen?
LADY GREY'Tis better said than done, my gracious lord:
I am a subject fit to jest withal,
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 105But far unfit to be a sovereign.
KING EDWARD IVSweet widow, by my state I swear to thee
I speak no more than what my soul intends;
And that is, to enjoy thee for my love.
LADY GREYAnd that is more than I will yield unto:
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 110I know I am too mean to be your queen,
And yet too good to be your concubine.
KING EDWARD IVYou cavil, widow: I did mean, my queen.
LADY GREY'Twill grieve your grace my sons should call you father.
KING EDWARD IVNo more than when my daughters call thee mother.
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 115Thou art a widow, and thou hast some children;
And, by God's mother, I, being but a bachelor,
Have other some: why, 'tis a happy thing
To be the father unto many sons.
Answer no more, for thou shalt be my queen.
GLOUCESTERAct 3 Sc 2 Ln 120 The ghostly father now hath done
his shrift.
CLARENCE When he was made a shriver,
'twas for shift.
KING EDWARD IVBrothers, you muse what chat we two have had.
GLOUCESTERAct 3 Sc 2 Ln 125The widow likes it not, for she looks very sad.
KING EDWARD IVYou'll think it strange if I should marry her.
CLARENCETo whom, my lord?
KING EDWARD IVWhy, Clarence, to myself.
GLOUCESTERThat would be ten days' wonder at the least.
CLARENCEAct 3 Sc 2 Ln 130That's a day longer than a wonder lasts.
GLOUCESTERBy so much is the wonder in extremes.
KING EDWARD IVWell, jest on, brothers: I can tell you both
Her suit is granted for her husband's lands.
NoblemanMy gracious lord, Henry your foe is taken,
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 135And brought your prisoner to your palace gate.
KING EDWARD IVSee that he be convey'd unto the Tower:
And go we, brothers, to the man that took him,
To question of his apprehension.
Widow, go you along. Lords, use her honourably.
GLOUCESTERAct 3 Sc 2 Ln 140Ay, Edward will use women honourably.
Would he were wasted, marrow, bones and all,
That from his loins no hopeful branch may spring,
To cross me from the golden time I look for!
And yet, between my soul's desire and me —
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 145The lustful Edward's title buried —
Is Clarence, Henry, and his son young Edward,
And all the unlook'd for issue of their bodies,
To take their rooms, ere I can place myself:
A cold premeditation for my purpose!
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 150Why, then, I do but dream on sovereignty;
Like one that stands upon a promontory,
And spies a far-off shore where he would tread,
Wishing his foot were equal with his eye,
And chides the sea that sunders him from thence,
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 155Saying, he'll lade it dry to have his way:
So do I wish the crown, being so far off;
And so I chide the means that keeps me from it;
And so I say, I'll cut the causes off,
Flattering me with impossibilities.
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 160My eye's too quick, my heart o'erweens too much,
Unless my hand and strength could equal them.
Well, say there is no kingdom then for Richard;
What other pleasure can the world afford?
I'll make my heaven in a lady's lap,
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 165And deck my body in gay ornaments,
And witch sweet ladies with my words and looks.
O miserable thought! and more unlikely
Than to accomplish twenty golden crowns!
Why, love forswore me in my mother's womb:
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 170And, for I should not deal in her soft laws,
She did corrupt frail nature with some bribe,
To shrink mine arm up like a wither'd shrub;
To make an envious mountain on my back,
Where sits deformity to mock my body;
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 175To shape my legs of an unequal size;
To disproportion me in every part,
Like to a chaos, or an unlick'd bear-whelp
That carries no impression like the dam.
And am I then a man to be beloved?
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 180O monstrous fault, to harbour such a thought!
Then, since this earth affords no joy to me,
But to command, to cheque, to o'erbear such
As are of better person than myself,
I'll make my heaven to dream upon the crown,
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 185And, whiles I live, to account this world but hell,
Until my mis-shaped trunk that bears this head
Be round impaled with a glorious crown.
And yet I know not how to get the crown,
For many lives stand between me and home:
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 190And I, — like one lost in a thorny wood,
That rends the thorns and is rent with the thorns,
Seeking a way and straying from the way;
Not knowing how to find the open air,
But toiling desperately to find it out, —
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 195Torment myself to catch the English crown:
And from that torment I will free myself,
Or hew my way out with a bloody axe.
Why, I can smile, and murder whiles I smile,
And cry 'Content' to that which grieves my heart,
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 200And wet my cheeks with artificial tears,
And frame my face to all occasions.
I'll drown more sailors than the mermaid shall;
I'll slay more gazers than the basilisk;
I'll play the orator as well as Nestor,
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 205Deceive more slily than Ulysses could,
And, like a Sinon, take another Troy.
I can add colours to the chameleon,
Change shapes with Proteus for advantages,
And set the murderous Machiavel to school.
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 210Can I do this, and cannot get a crown?
Tut, were it farther off, I'll pluck it down.
3 KING HENRY VI

ACT III

SCENE III. France. KING LEWIS XI's palace.

KING LEWIS XIFair Queen of England, worthy Margaret,
Sit down with us: it ill befits thy state
And birth, that thou shouldst stand while Lewis doth sit.
QUEEN MARGARETNo, mighty King of France: now Margaret
Act 3 Sc 3 Ln 5Must strike her sail and learn awhile to serve
Where kings command. I was, I must confess,
Great Albion's queen in former golden days:
But now mischance hath trod my title down,
And with dishonour laid me on the ground;
Act 3 Sc 3 Ln 10Where I must take like seat unto my fortune,
And to my humble seat conform myself.
KING LEWIS XIWhy, say, fair queen, whence springs this deep despair?
QUEEN MARGARETFrom such a cause as fills mine eyes with tears
And stops my tongue, while heart is drown'd in cares.
KING LEWIS XIAct 3 Sc 3 Ln 15Whate'er it be, be thou still like thyself,
And sit thee by our side:
Yield not thy neck
To fortune's yoke, but let thy dauntless mind
Still ride in triumph over all mischance.
Act 3 Sc 3 Ln 20Be plain, Queen Margaret, and tell thy grief;
It shall be eased, if France can yield relief.
QUEEN MARGARETThose gracious words revive my drooping thoughts
And give my tongue-tied sorrows leave to speak.
Now, therefore, be it known to noble Lewis,
Act 3 Sc 3 Ln 25That Henry, sole possessor of my love,
Is of a king become a banish'd man,
And forced to live in Scotland a forlorn;
While proud ambitious Edward Duke of York
Usurps the regal title and the seat
Act 3 Sc 3 Ln 30Of England's true-anointed lawful king.
This is the cause that I, poor Margaret,
With this my son, Prince Edward, Henry's heir,
Am come to crave thy just and lawful aid;
And if thou fail us, all our hope is done:
Act 3 Sc 3 Ln 35Scotland hath will to help, but cannot help;
Our people and our peers are both misled,
Our treasures seized, our soldiers put to flight,
And, as thou seest, ourselves in heavy plight.
KING LEWIS XIRenowned queen, with patience calm the storm,
Act 3 Sc 3 Ln 40While we bethink a means to break it off.
QUEEN MARGARETThe more we stay, the stronger grows our foe.
KING LEWIS XIThe more I stay, the more I'll succor thee.
QUEEN MARGARETO, but impatience waiteth on true sorrow.
And see where comes the breeder of my sorrow!
KING LEWIS XIAct 3 Sc 3 Ln 45What's he approacheth boldly to our presence?
QUEEN MARGARETOur Earl of Warwick, Edward's greatest friend.
KING LEWIS XIWelcome, brave Warwick! What brings thee to France?
QUEEN MARGARETAy, now begins a second storm to rise;
For this is he that moves both wind and tide.
WARWICKAct 3 Sc 3 Ln 50From worthy Edward, King of Albion,
My lord and sovereign, and thy vowed friend,
I come, in kindness and unfeigned love,
First, to do greetings to thy royal person;
And then to crave a league of amity;
Act 3 Sc 3 Ln 55And lastly, to confirm that amity
With a nuptial knot, if thou vouchsafe to grant
That virtuous Lady Bona, thy fair sister,
To England's king in lawful marriage.
QUEEN MARGARET If that go forward, Henry's hope is done.
WARWICKAct 3 Sc 3 Ln 60 And, gracious madam, in our king's behalf,
I am commanded, with your leave and favour,
Humbly to kiss your hand, and with my tongue
To tell the passion of my sovereign's heart;
Where fame, late entering at his heedful ears,
Act 3 Sc 3 Ln 65Hath placed thy beauty's image and thy virtue.
QUEEN MARGARETKing Lewis and Lady Bona, hear me speak,
Before you answer Warwick. His demand
Springs not from Edward's well-meant honest love,
But from deceit bred by necessity;
Act 3 Sc 3 Ln 70For how can tyrants safely govern home,
Unless abroad they purchase great alliance?
To prove him tyrant this reason may suffice,
That Henry liveth still: but were he dead,
Yet here Prince Edward stands, King Henry's son.
Act 3 Sc 3 Ln 75Look, therefore, Lewis, that by this league and marriage
Thou draw not on thy danger and dishonour;
For though usurpers sway the rule awhile,
Yet heavens are just, and time suppresseth wrongs.
WARWICKInjurious Margaret!
PRINCE EDWARDAct 3 Sc 3 Ln 80And why not queen?
WARWICKBecause thy father Henry did usurp;
And thou no more are prince than she is queen.
OXFORDThen Warwick disannuls great John of Gaunt,
Which did subdue the greatest part of Spain;
Act 3 Sc 3 Ln 85And, after John of Gaunt, Henry the Fourth,
Whose wisdom was a mirror to the wisest;
And, after that wise prince, Henry the Fifth,
Who by his prowess conquered all France:
From these our Henry lineally descends.
WARWICKAct 3 Sc 3 Ln 90Oxford, how haps it, in this smooth discourse,
You told not how Henry the Sixth hath lost
All that which Henry Fifth had gotten?
Methinks these peers of France should smile at that.
But for the rest, you tell a pedigree
Act 3 Sc 3 Ln 95Of threescore and two years; a silly time
To make prescription for a kingdom's worth.
OXFORDWhy, Warwick, canst thou speak against thy liege,
Whom thou obeyed'st thirty and six years,
And not bewray thy treason with a blush?
WARWICKAct 3 Sc 3 Ln 100Can Oxford, that did ever fence the right,
Now buckler falsehood with a pedigree?
For shame! leave Henry, and call Edward king.
OXFORDCall him my king by whose injurious doom
My elder brother, the Lord Aubrey Vere,
Act 3 Sc 3 Ln 105Was done to death? and more than so, my father,
Even in the downfall of his mellow'd years,
When nature brought him to the door of death?
No, Warwick, no; while life upholds this arm,
This arm upholds the house of Lancaster.
WARWICKAct 3 Sc 3 Ln 110And I the house of York.
KING LEWIS XIQueen Margaret, Prince Edward, and Oxford,
Vouchsafe, at our request, to stand aside,
While I use further conference with Warwick.
QUEEN MARGARETHeavens grant that Warwick's words bewitch him not!
KING LEWIS XIAct 3 Sc 3 Ln 115Now Warwick, tell me, even upon thy conscience,
Is Edward your true king? for I were loath
To link with him that were not lawful chosen.
WARWICKThereon I pawn my credit and mine honour.
KING LEWIS XIBut is he gracious in the people's eye?
WARWICKAct 3 Sc 3 Ln 120The more that Henry was unfortunate.
KING LEWIS XIThen further, all dissembling set aside,
Tell me for truth the measure of his love
Unto our sister Bona.
WARWICKSuch it seems
Act 3 Sc 3 Ln 125As may beseem a monarch like himself.
Myself have often heard him say and swear
That this his love was an eternal plant,
Whereof the root was fix'd in virtue's ground,
The leaves and fruit maintain'd with beauty's sun,
Act 3 Sc 3 Ln 130Exempt from envy, but not from disdain,
Unless the Lady Bona quit his pain.
KING LEWIS XINow, sister, let us hear your firm resolve.
BONAYour grant, or your denial, shall be mine:
Yet I confess that often ere this day,
Act 3 Sc 3 Ln 135When I have heard your king's desert recounted,
Mine ear hath tempted judgment to desire.
KING LEWIS XIThen, Warwick, thus: our sister shall be Edward's;
And now forthwith shall articles be drawn
Touching the jointure that your king must make,
Act 3 Sc 3 Ln 140Which with her dowry shall be counterpoised.
Draw near, Queen Margaret, and be a witness
That Bona shall be wife to the English king.
PRINCE EDWARDTo Edward, but not to the English king.
QUEEN MARGARETDeceitful Warwick! it was thy device
Act 3 Sc 3 Ln 145By this alliance to make void my suit:
Before thy coming Lewis was Henry's friend.
KING LEWIS XIAnd still is friend to him and Margaret:
But if your title to the crown be weak,
As may appear by Edward's good success,
Act 3 Sc 3 Ln 150Then 'tis but reason that I be released
From giving aid which late I promised.
Yet shall you have all kindness at my hand
That your estate requires and mine can yield.
WARWICKHenry now lives in Scotland at his ease,
Act 3 Sc 3 Ln 155Where having nothing, nothing can he lose.
And as for you yourself, our quondam queen,
You have a father able to maintain you;
And better 'twere you troubled him than France.
QUEEN MARGARETPeace, impudent and shameless Warwick, peace,
Act 3 Sc 3 Ln 160Proud setter up and puller down of kings!
I will not hence, till, with my talk and tears,
Both full of truth, I make King Lewis behold
Thy sly conveyance and thy lord's false love;
For both of you are birds of selfsame feather.
KING LEWIS XIAct 3 Sc 3 Ln 165Warwick, this is some post to us or thee.
Post My lord ambassador, these letters are for you,
Sent from your brother, Marquess Montague:
These from our king unto your majesty:
And, madam, these for you; from whom I know not.
OXFORDAct 3 Sc 3 Ln 170I like it well that our fair queen and mistress
Smiles at her news, while Warwick frowns at his.
PRINCE EDWARDNay, mark how Lewis stamps, as he were nettled:
I hope all's for the best.
KING LEWIS XIWarwick, what are thy news? and yours, fair queen?
QUEEN MARGARETAct 3 Sc 3 Ln 175Mine, such as fill my heart with unhoped joys.
WARWICKMine, full of sorrow and heart's discontent.
KING LEWIS XIWhat! has your king married the Lady Grey!
And now, to soothe your forgery and his,
Sends me a paper to persuade me patience?
Act 3 Sc 3 Ln 180Is this the alliance that he seeks with France?
Dare he presume to scorn us in this manner?
QUEEN MARGARETI told your majesty as much before:
This proveth Edward's love and Warwick's honesty.
WARWICKKing Lewis, I here protest, in sight of heaven,
Act 3 Sc 3 Ln 185And by the hope I have of heavenly bliss,
That I am clear from this misdeed of Edward's,
No more my king, for he dishonours me,
But most himself, if he could see his shame.
Did I forget that by the house of York
Act 3 Sc 3 Ln 190My father came untimely to his death?
Did I let pass the abuse done to my niece?
Did I impale him with the regal crown?
Did I put Henry from his native right?
And am I guerdon'd at the last with shame?
Act 3 Sc 3 Ln 195Shame on himself! for my desert is honour:
And to repair my honour lost for him,
I here renounce him and return to Henry.
My noble queen, let former grudges pass,
And henceforth I am thy true servitor:
Act 3 Sc 3 Ln 200I will revenge his wrong to Lady Bona,
And replant Henry in his former state.
QUEEN MARGARETWarwick, these words have turn'd my hate to love;
And I forgive and quite forget old faults,
And joy that thou becomest King Henry's friend.
WARWICKAct 3 Sc 3 Ln 205So much his friend, ay, his unfeigned friend,
That, if King Lewis vouchsafe to furnish us
With some few bands of chosen soldiers,
I'll undertake to land them on our coast
And force the tyrant from his seat by war.
Act 3 Sc 3 Ln 210'Tis not his new-made bride shall succor him:
And as for Clarence, as my letters tell me,
He's very likely now to fall from him,
For matching more for wanton lust than honour,
Or than for strength and safety of our country.
BONAAct 3 Sc 3 Ln 215Dear brother, how shall Bona be revenged
But by thy help to this distressed queen?
QUEEN MARGARETRenowned prince, how shall poor Henry live,
Unless thou rescue him from foul despair?
BONAMy quarrel and this English queen's are one.
WARWICKAct 3 Sc 3 Ln 220And mine, fair lady Bona, joins with yours.
KING LEWIS XIAnd mine with hers, and thine, and Margaret's.
Therefore at last I firmly am resolved
You shall have aid.
QUEEN MARGARETLet me give humble thanks for all at once.
KING LEWIS XIAct 3 Sc 3 Ln 225Then, England's messenger, return in post,
And tell false Edward, thy supposed king,
That Lewis of France is sending over masquers
To revel it with him and his new bride:
Thou seest what's past, go fear thy king withal.
BONAAct 3 Sc 3 Ln 230Tell him, in hope he'll prove a widower shortly,
I'll wear the willow garland for his sake.
QUEEN MARGARETTell him, my mourning weeds are laid aside,
And I am ready to put armour on.
WARWICKTell him from me that he hath done me wrong,
Act 3 Sc 3 Ln 235And therefore I'll uncrown him ere't be long.
There's thy reward: be gone.
KING LEWIS XIBut, Warwick,
Thou and Oxford, with five thousand men,
Shall cross the seas, and bid false Edward battle;
Act 3 Sc 3 Ln 240And, as occasion serves, this noble queen
And prince shall follow with a fresh supply.
Yet, ere thou go, but answer me one doubt,
What pledge have we of thy firm loyalty?
WARWICKThis shall assure my constant loyalty,
Act 3 Sc 3 Ln 245That if our queen and this young prince agree,
I'll join mine eldest daughter and my joy
To him forthwith in holy wedlock bands.
QUEEN MARGARETYes, I agree, and thank you for your motion.
Son Edward, she is fair and virtuous,
Act 3 Sc 3 Ln 250Therefore delay not, give thy hand to Warwick;
And, with thy hand, thy faith irrevocable,
That only Warwick's daughter shall be thine.
PRINCE EDWARDYes, I accept her, for she well deserves it;
And here, to pledge my vow, I give my hand.
KING LEWIS XIAct 3 Sc 3 Ln 255Why stay we now? These soldiers shall be levied,
And thou, Lord Bourbon, our high admiral,
Shalt waft them over with our royal fleet.
I long till Edward fall by war's mischance,
For mocking marriage with a dame of France.
WARWICKAct 3 Sc 3 Ln 260I came from Edward as ambassador,
But I return his sworn and mortal foe:
Matter of marriage was the charge he gave me,
But dreadful war shall answer his demand.
Had he none else to make a stale but me?
Act 3 Sc 3 Ln 265Then none but I shall turn his jest to sorrow.
I was the chief that raised him to the crown,
And I'll be chief to bring him down again:
Not that I pity Henry's misery,
But seek revenge on Edward's mockery.
Act 3 Sc 3 Ln 2703 KING HENRY VI

ACT IV

SCENE I. London. The palace.

GLOUCESTERNow tell me, brother Clarence, what think you
Of this new marriage with the Lady Grey?
Hath not our brother made a worthy choice?
CLARENCEAlas, you know, 'tis far from hence to France;
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 5How could he stay till Warwick made return?
SOMERSETMy lords, forbear this talk; here comes the king.
GLOUCESTERAnd his well-chosen bride.
CLARENCEI mind to tell him plainly what I think.
KING EDWARD IVNow, brother of Clarence, how like you our choice,
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 10That you stand pensive, as half malcontent?
CLARENCEAs well as Lewis of France, or the Earl of Warwick,
Which are so weak of courage and in judgment
That they'll take no offence at our abuse.
KING EDWARD IVSuppose they take offence without a cause,
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 15They are but Lewis and Warwick: I am Edward,
Your king and Warwick's, and must have my will.
GLOUCESTERAnd shall have your will, because our king:
Yet hasty marriage seldom proveth well.
KING EDWARD IVYea, brother Richard, are you offended too?
GLOUCESTERAct 4 Sc 1 Ln 20Not I:
No, God forbid that I should wish them sever'd
Whom God hath join'd together; ay, and 'twere pity
To sunder them that yoke so well together.
KING EDWARD IVSetting your scorns and your mislike aside,
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 25Tell me some reason why the Lady Grey
Should not become my wife and England's queen.
And you too, Somerset and Montague,
Speak freely what you think.
CLARENCEThen this is mine opinion: that King Lewis
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 30Becomes your enemy, for mocking him
About the marriage of the Lady Bona.
GLOUCESTERAnd Warwick, doing what you gave in charge,
Is now dishonoured by this new marriage.
KING EDWARD IVWhat if both Lewis and Warwick be appeased
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 35By such invention as I can devise?
MONTAGUEYet, to have join'd with France in such alliance
Would more have strengthen'd this our commonwealth
'Gainst foreign storms than any home-bred marriage.
HASTINGSWhy, knows not Montague that of itself
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 40England is safe, if true within itself?
MONTAGUEBut the safer when 'tis back'd with France.
HASTINGS'Tis better using France than trusting France:
Let us be back'd with God and with the seas
Which He hath given for fence impregnable,
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 45And with their helps only defend ourselves;
In them and in ourselves our safety lies.
CLARENCEFor this one speech Lord Hastings well deserves
To have the heir of the Lord Hungerford.
KING EDWARD IVAy, what of that? it was my will and grant;
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 50And for this once my will shall stand for law.
GLOUCESTERAnd yet methinks your grace hath not done well,
To give the heir and daughter of Lord Scales
Unto the brother of your loving bride;
She better would have fitted me or Clarence:
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 55But in your bride you bury brotherhood.
CLARENCEOr else you would not have bestow'd the heir
Of the Lord Bonville on your new wife's son,
And leave your brothers to go speed elsewhere.
KING EDWARD IVAlas, poor Clarence! is it for a wife
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 60That thou art malcontent? I will provide thee.
CLARENCEIn choosing for yourself, you show'd your judgment,
Which being shallow, you give me leave
To play the broker in mine own behalf;
And to that end I shortly mind to leave you.
KING EDWARD IVAct 4 Sc 1 Ln 65Leave me, or tarry, Edward will be king,
And not be tied unto his brother's will.
QUEEN ELIZABETHMy lords, before it pleased his majesty
To raise my state to title of a queen,
Do me but right, and you must all confess
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 70That I was not ignoble of descent;
And meaner than myself have had like fortune.
But as this title honours me and mine,
So your dislike, to whom I would be pleasing,
Doth cloud my joys with danger and with sorrow.
KING EDWARD IVAct 4 Sc 1 Ln 75My love, forbear to fawn upon their frowns:
What danger or what sorrow can befall thee,
So long as Edward is thy constant friend,
And their true sovereign, whom they must obey?
Nay, whom they shall obey, and love thee too,
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 80Unless they seek for hatred at my hands;
Which if they do, yet will I keep thee safe,
And they shall feel the vengeance of my wrath.
GLOUCESTER I hear, yet say not much, but think the more.
KING EDWARD IVNow, messenger, what letters or what news
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 85From France?
PostMy sovereign liege, no letters; and few words,
But such as I, without your special pardon,
Dare not relate.
KING EDWARD IVGo to, we pardon thee: therefore, in brief,
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 90Tell me their words as near as thou canst guess them.
What answer makes King Lewis unto our letters?
PostAt my depart, these were his very words:
'Go tell false Edward, thy supposed king,
That Lewis of France is sending over masquers
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 95To revel it with him and his new bride.'
KING EDWARD IVIs Lewis so brave? belike he thinks me Henry.
But what said Lady Bona to my marriage?
PostThese were her words, utter'd with mad disdain:
'Tell him, in hope he'll prove a widower shortly,
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 100I'll wear the willow garland for his sake.'
KING EDWARD IVI blame not her, she could say little less;
She had the wrong. But what said Henry's queen?
For I have heard that she was there in place.
Post'Tell him,' quoth she, 'my mourning weeds are done,
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 105And I am ready to put armour on.'
KING EDWARD IVBelike she minds to play the Amazon.
But what said Warwick to these injuries?
PostHe, more incensed against your majesty
Than all the rest, discharged me with these words:
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 110'Tell him from me that he hath done me wrong,
And therefore I'll uncrown him ere't be long.'
KING EDWARD IVHa! durst the traitor breathe out so proud words?
Well I will arm me, being thus forewarn'd:
They shall have wars and pay for their presumption.
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 115But say, is Warwick friends with Margaret?
PostAy, gracious sovereign; they are so link'd in
friendship
That young Prince Edward marries Warwick's daughter.
CLARENCEBelike the elder; Clarence will have the younger.
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 120Now, brother king, farewell, and sit you fast,
For I will hence to Warwick's other daughter;
That, though I want a kingdom, yet in marriage
I may not prove inferior to yourself.
You that love me and Warwick, follow me.
GLOUCESTERAct 4 Sc 1 Ln 125 Not I:
My thoughts aim at a further matter; I
Stay not for the love of Edward, but the crown.
KING EDWARD IVClarence and Somerset both gone to Warwick!
Yet am I arm'd against the worst can happen;
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 130And haste is needful in this desperate case.
Pembroke and Stafford, you in our behalf
Go levy men, and make prepare for war;
They are already, or quickly will be landed:
Myself in person will straight follow you.
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 135But, ere I go, Hastings and Montague,
Resolve my doubt. You twain, of all the rest,
Are near to Warwick by blood and by alliance:
Tell me if you love Warwick more than me?
If it be so, then both depart to him;
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 140I rather wish you foes than hollow friends:
But if you mind to hold your true obedience,
Give me assurance with some friendly vow,
That I may never have you in suspect.
MONTAGUESo God help Montague as he proves true!
HASTINGSAct 4 Sc 1 Ln 145And Hastings as he favours Edward's cause!
KING EDWARD IVNow, brother Richard, will you stand by us?
GLOUCESTERAy, in despite of all that shall withstand you.
KING EDWARD IVWhy, so! then am I sure of victory.
Now therefore let us hence; and lose no hour,
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 150Till we meet Warwick with his foreign power.
3 KING HENRY VI

ACT IV

SCENE II. A plain in Warwickshire.

WARWICKTrust me, my lord, all hitherto goes well;
The common people by numbers swarm to us.
But see where Somerset and Clarence come!
Speak suddenly, my lords, are we all friends?
CLARENCEAct 4 Sc 2 Ln 5Fear not that, my lord.
WARWICKThen, gentle Clarence, welcome unto Warwick;
And welcome, Somerset: I hold it cowardice
To rest mistrustful where a noble heart
Hath pawn'd an open hand in sign of love;
Act 4 Sc 2 Ln 10Else might I think that Clarence, Edward's brother,
Were but a feigned friend to our proceedings:
But welcome, sweet Clarence; my daughter shall be thine.
And now what rests but, in night's coverture,
Thy brother being carelessly encamp'd,
Act 4 Sc 2 Ln 15His soldiers lurking in the towns about,
And but attended by a simple guard,
We may surprise and take him at our pleasure?
Our scouts have found the adventure very easy:
That as Ulysses and stout Diomede
Act 4 Sc 2 Ln 20With sleight and manhood stole to Rhesus' tents,
And brought from thence the Thracian fatal steeds,
So we, well cover'd with the night's black mantle,
At unawares may beat down Edward's guard
And seize himself; I say not, slaughter him,
Act 4 Sc 2 Ln 25For I intend but only to surprise him.
You that will follow me to this attempt,
Applaud the name of Henry with your leader.
Why, then, let's on our way in silent sort:
For Warwick and his friends, God and Saint George!
Act 4 Sc 2 Ln 303 KING HENRY VI

ACT IV

SCENE III. Edward's camp, near Warwick.

First WatchmanCome on, my masters, each man take his stand:
The king by this is set him down to sleep.
Second WatchmanWhat, will he not to bed?
First WatchmanWhy, no; for he hath made a solemn vow
Act 4 Sc 3 Ln 5Never to lie and take his natural rest
Till Warwick or himself be quite suppress'd.
Second WatchmanTo-morrow then belike shall be the day,
If Warwick be so near as men report.
Third WatchmanBut say, I pray, what nobleman is that
Act 4 Sc 3 Ln 10That with the king here resteth in his tent?
First Watchman'Tis the Lord Hastings, the king's chiefest friend.
Third WatchmanO, is it so? But why commands the king
That his chief followers lodge in towns about him,
While he himself keeps in the cold field?
Second WatchmanAct 4 Sc 3 Ln 15'Tis the more honour, because more dangerous.
Third WatchmanAy, but give me worship and quietness;
I like it better than a dangerous honour.
If Warwick knew in what estate he stands,
'Tis to be doubted he would waken him.
First WatchmanAct 4 Sc 3 Ln 20Unless our halberds did shut up his passage.
Second WatchmanAy, wherefore else guard we his royal tent,
But to defend his person from night-foes?
WARWICKThis is his tent; and see where stand his guard.
Courage, my masters! honour now or never!
Act 4 Sc 3 Ln 25But follow me, and Edward shall be ours.
First WatchmanWho goes there?
Second WatchmanStay, or thou diest!
SOMERSETWhat are they that fly there?
WARWICKRichard and Hastings: let them go; here is The duke.
KING EDWARD IVAct 4 Sc 3 Ln 30The duke! Why, Warwick, when we parted,
Thou call'dst me king.
WARWICKAy, but the case is alter'd:
When you disgraced me in my embassade,
Then I degraded you from being king,
Act 4 Sc 3 Ln 35And come now to create you Duke of York.
Alas! how should you govern any kingdom,
That know not how to use ambassadors,
Nor how to be contented with one wife,
Nor how to use your brothers brotherly,
Act 4 Sc 3 Ln 40Nor how to study for the people's welfare,
Nor how to shroud yourself from enemies?
KING EDWARD IVYea, brother of Clarence, are thou here too?
Nay, then I see that Edward needs must down.
Yet, Warwick, in despite of all mischance,
Act 4 Sc 3 Ln 45Of thee thyself and all thy complices,
Edward will always bear himself as king:
Though fortune's malice overthrow my state,
My mind exceeds the compass of her wheel.
WARWICKThen, for his mind, be Edward England's king:
Act 4 Sc 3 Ln 50But Henry now shall wear the English crown,
And be true king indeed, thou but the shadow.
My Lord of Somerset, at my request,
See that forthwith Duke Edward be convey'd
Unto my brother, Archbishop of York.
Act 4 Sc 3 Ln 55When I have fought with Pembroke and his fellows,
I'll follow you, and tell what answer
Lewis and the Lady Bona send to him.
Now, for a while farewell, good Duke of York.
KING EDWARD IVWhat fates impose, that men must needs abide;
Act 4 Sc 3 Ln 60It boots not to resist both wind and tide.
OXFORDWhat now remains, my lords, for us to do
But march to London with our soldiers?
WARWICKAy, that's the first thing that we have to do;
To free King Henry from imprisonment
Act 4 Sc 3 Ln 65And see him seated in the regal throne.
3 KING HENRY VI

ACT IV

SCENE IV. London. The palace.

RIVERSMadam, what makes you in this sudden change?
QUEEN ELIZABETHWhy brother Rivers, are you yet to learn
What late misfortune is befall'n King Edward?
RIVERSWhat! loss of some pitch'd battle against Warwick?
QUEEN ELIZABETHAct 4 Sc 4 Ln 5No, but the loss of his own royal person.
RIVERSThen is my sovereign slain?
QUEEN ELIZABETHAy, almost slain, for he is taken prisoner,
Either betray'd by falsehood of his guard
Or by his foe surprised at unawares:
Act 4 Sc 4 Ln 10And, as I further have to understand,
Is new committed to the Bishop of York,
Fell Warwick's brother and by that our foe.
RIVERSThese news I must confess are full of grief;
Yet, gracious madam, bear it as you may:
Act 4 Sc 4 Ln 15Warwick may lose, that now hath won the day.
QUEEN ELIZABETHTill then fair hope must hinder life's decay.
And I the rather wean me from despair
For love of Edward's offspring in my womb:
This is it that makes me bridle passion
Act 4 Sc 4 Ln 20And bear with mildness my misfortune's cross;
Ay, ay, for this I draw in many a tear
And stop the rising of blood-sucking sighs,
Lest with my sighs or tears I blast or drown
King Edward's fruit, true heir to the English crown.
RIVERSAct 4 Sc 4 Ln 25But, madam, where is Warwick then become?
QUEEN ELIZABETHI am inform'd that he comes towards London,
To set the crown once more on Henry's head:
Guess thou the rest; King Edward's friends must down,
But, to prevent the tyrant's violence, —
Act 4 Sc 4 Ln 30For trust not him that hath once broken faith, —
I'll hence forthwith unto the sanctuary,
To save at least the heir of Edward's right:
There shall I rest secure from force and fraud.
Come, therefore, let us fly while we may fly:
Act 4 Sc 4 Ln 35If Warwick take us we are sure to die.
3 KING HENRY VI

ACT IV

SCENE V. A park near Middleham Castle In Yorkshire.

GLOUCESTERNow, my Lord Hastings and Sir William Stanley,
Leave off to wonder why I drew you hither,
Into this chiefest thicket of the park.
Thus stands the case: you know our king, my brother,
Act 4 Sc 5 Ln 5Is prisoner to the bishop here, at whose hands
He hath good usage and great liberty,
And, often but attended with weak guard,
Comes hunting this way to disport himself.
I have advertised him by secret means
Act 4 Sc 5 Ln 10That if about this hour he make his way
Under the colour of his usual game,
He shall here find his friends with horse and men
To set him free from his captivity.
HuntsmanThis way, my lord; for this way lies the game.
KING EDWARD IVAct 4 Sc 5 Ln 15Nay, this way, man: see where the huntsmen stand.
Now, brother of Gloucester, Lord Hastings, and the rest,
Stand you thus close, to steal the bishop's deer?
GLOUCESTERBrother, the time and case requireth haste:
Your horse stands ready at the park-corner.
KING EDWARD IVAct 4 Sc 5 Ln 20But whither shall we then?
HASTINGSTo Lynn, my lord,
And ship from thence to Flanders.
GLOUCESTERWell guess'd, believe me; for that was my meaning.
KING EDWARD IVStanley, I will requite thy forwardness.
GLOUCESTERAct 4 Sc 5 Ln 25But wherefore stay we? 'tis no time to talk.
KING EDWARD IVHuntsman, what say'st thou? wilt thou go along?
HuntsmanBetter do so than tarry and be hang'd.
GLOUCESTERCome then, away; let's ha' no more ado.
KING EDWARD IVBishop, farewell: shield thee from Warwick's frown;
Act 4 Sc 5 Ln 30And pray that I may repossess the crown.
3 KING HENRY VI

ACT IV

SCENE VI. London. The Tower.

KING HENRY VIMaster lieutenant, now that God and friends
Have shaken Edward from the regal seat,
And turn'd my captive state to liberty,
My fear to hope, my sorrows unto joys,
Act 4 Sc 6 Ln 5At our enlargement what are thy due fees?
LieutenantSubjects may challenge nothing of their sovereigns;
But if an humble prayer may prevail,
I then crave pardon of your majesty.
KING HENRY VIFor what, lieutenant? for well using me?
Act 4 Sc 6 Ln 10Nay, be thou sure I'll well requite thy kindness,
For that it made my imprisonment a pleasure;
Ay, such a pleasure as incaged birds
Conceive when after many moody thoughts
At last by notes of household harmony
Act 4 Sc 6 Ln 15They quite forget their loss of liberty.
But, Warwick, after God, thou set'st me free,
And chiefly therefore I thank God and thee;
He was the author, thou the instrument.
Therefore, that I may conquer fortune's spite
Act 4 Sc 6 Ln 20By living low, where fortune cannot hurt me,
And that the people of this blessed land
May not be punish'd with my thwarting stars,
Warwick, although my head still wear the crown,
I here resign my government to thee,
Act 4 Sc 6 Ln 25For thou art fortunate in all thy deeds.
WARWICKYour grace hath still been famed for virtuous;
And now may seem as wise as virtuous,
By spying and avoiding fortune's malice,
For few men rightly temper with the stars:
Act 4 Sc 6 Ln 30Yet in this one thing let me blame your grace,
For choosing me when Clarence is in place.
CLARENCENo, Warwick, thou art worthy of the sway,
To whom the heavens in thy nativity
Adjudged an olive branch and laurel crown,
Act 4 Sc 6 Ln 35As likely to be blest in peace and war;
And therefore I yield thee my free consent.
WARWICKAnd I choose Clarence only for protector.
KING HENRY VIWarwick and Clarence give me both your hands:
Now join your hands, and with your hands your hearts,
Act 4 Sc 6 Ln 40That no dissension hinder government:
I make you both protectors of this land,
While I myself will lead a private life
And in devotion spend my latter days,
To sin's rebuke and my Creator's praise.
WARWICKAct 4 Sc 6 Ln 45What answers Clarence to his sovereign's will?
CLARENCEThat he consents, if Warwick yield consent;
For on thy fortune I repose myself.
WARWICKWhy, then, though loath, yet must I be content:
We'll yoke together, like a double shadow
Act 4 Sc 6 Ln 50To Henry's body, and supply his place;
I mean, in bearing weight of government,
While he enjoys the honour and his ease.
And, Clarence, now then it is more than needful
Forthwith that Edward be pronounced a traitor,
Act 4 Sc 6 Ln 55And all his lands and goods be confiscate.
CLARENCEWhat else? and that succession be determined.
WARWICKAy, therein Clarence shall not want his part.
KING HENRY VIBut, with the first of all your chief affairs,
Let me entreat, for I command no more,
Act 4 Sc 6 Ln 60That Margaret your queen and my son Edward
Be sent for, to return from France with speed;
For, till I see them here, by doubtful fear
My joy of liberty is half eclipsed.
CLARENCEIt shall be done, my sovereign, with all speed.
KING HENRY VIAct 4 Sc 6 Ln 65My Lord of Somerset, what youth is that,
Of whom you seem to have so tender care?
SOMERSETMy liege, it is young Henry, earl of Richmond.
KING HENRY VICome hither, England's hope.
If secret powers
Act 4 Sc 6 Ln 70Suggest but truth to my divining thoughts,
This pretty lad will prove our country's bliss.
His looks are full of peaceful majesty,
His head by nature framed to wear a crown,
His hand to wield a sceptre, and himself
Act 4 Sc 6 Ln 75Likely in time to bless a regal throne.
Make much of him, my lords, for this is he
Must help you more than you are hurt by me.
WARWICKWhat news, my friend?
PostThat Edward is escaped from your brother,
Act 4 Sc 6 Ln 80And fled, as he hears since, to Burgundy.
WARWICKUnsavoury news! but how made he escape?
PostHe was convey'd by Richard Duke of Gloucester
And the Lord Hastings, who attended him
In secret ambush on the forest side
Act 4 Sc 6 Ln 85And from the bishop's huntsmen rescued him;
For hunting was his daily exercise.
WARWICKMy brother was too careless of his charge.
But let us hence, my sovereign, to provide
A salve for any sore that may betide.
SOMERSETAct 4 Sc 6 Ln 90My lord, I like not of this flight of Edward's;
For doubtless Burgundy will yield him help,
And we shall have more wars before 't be long.
As Henry's late presaging prophecy
Did glad my heart with hope of this young Richmond,
Act 4 Sc 6 Ln 95So doth my heart misgive me, in these conflicts
What may befall him, to his harm and ours:
Therefore, Lord Oxford, to prevent the worst,
Forthwith we'll send him hence to Brittany,
Till storms be past of civil enmity.
OXFORDAct 4 Sc 6 Ln 100Ay, for if Edward repossess the crown,
'Tis like that Richmond with the rest shall down.
SOMERSETIt shall be so; he shall to Brittany.
Come, therefore, let's about it speedily.
3 KING HENRY VI

ACT IV

SCENE VII. Before York.

KING EDWARD IVNow, brother Richard, Lord Hastings, and the rest,
Yet thus far fortune maketh us amends,
And says that once more I shall interchange
My waned state for Henry's regal crown.
Act 4 Sc 7 Ln 5Well have we pass'd and now repass'd the seas
And brought desired help from Burgundy:
What then remains, we being thus arrived
From Ravenspurgh haven before the gates of York,
But that we enter, as into our dukedom?
GLOUCESTERAct 4 Sc 7 Ln 10The gates made fast! Brother, I like not this;
For many men that stumble at the threshold
Are well foretold that danger lurks within.
KING EDWARD IVTush, man, abodements must not now affright us:
By fair or foul means we must enter in,
Act 4 Sc 7 Ln 15For hither will our friends repair to us.
HASTINGSMy liege, I'll knock once more to summon them.
MayorMy lords, we were forewarned of your coming,
And shut the gates for safety of ourselves;
For now we owe allegiance unto Henry.
KING EDWARD IVAct 4 Sc 7 Ln 20But, master mayor, if Henry be your king,
Yet Edward at the least is Duke of York.
MayorTrue, my good lord; I know you for no less.
KING EDWARD IVWhy, and I challenge nothing but my dukedom,
As being well content with that alone.
GLOUCESTERAct 4 Sc 7 Ln 25 But when the fox hath once got in his nose,
He'll soon find means to make the body follow.
HASTINGSWhy, master mayor, why stand you in a doubt?
Open the gates; we are King Henry's friends.
MayorAy, say you so? the gates shall then be open'd.
GLOUCESTERAct 4 Sc 7 Ln 30A wise stout captain, and soon persuaded!
HASTINGSThe good old man would fain that all were well,
So 'twere not 'long of him; but being enter'd,
I doubt not, I, but we shall soon persuade
Both him and all his brothers unto reason.
KING EDWARD IVAct 4 Sc 7 Ln 35So, master mayor: these gates must not be shut
But in the night or in the time of war.
What! fear not, man, but yield me up the keys;
For Edward will defend the town and thee,
And all those friends that deign to follow me.
GLOUCESTERAct 4 Sc 7 Ln 40Brother, this is Sir John Montgomery,
Our trusty friend, unless I be deceived.
KING EDWARD IVWelcome, Sir John! But why come you in arms?
MONTAGUETo help King Edward in his time of storm,
As every loyal subject ought to do.
KING EDWARD IVAct 4 Sc 7 Ln 45Thanks, good Montgomery; but we now forget
Our title to the crown and only claim
Our dukedom till God please to send the rest.
MONTAGUEThen fare you well, for I will hence again:
I came to serve a king and not a duke.
Act 4 Sc 7 Ln 50Drummer, strike up, and let us march away.
KING EDWARD IVNay, stay, Sir John, awhile, and we'll debate
By what safe means the crown may be recover'd.
MONTAGUEWhat talk you of debating? in few words,
If you'll not here proclaim yourself our king,
Act 4 Sc 7 Ln 55I'll leave you to your fortune and be gone
To keep them back that come to succor you:
Why shall we fight, if you pretend no title?
GLOUCESTERWhy, brother, wherefore stand you on nice points?
KING EDWARD IVWhen we grow stronger, then we'll make our claim:
Act 4 Sc 7 Ln 60Till then, 'tis wisdom to conceal our meaning.
HASTINGSAway with scrupulous wit! now arms must rule.
GLOUCESTERAnd fearless minds climb soonest unto crowns.
Brother, we will proclaim you out of hand:
The bruit thereof will bring you many friends.
KING EDWARD IVAct 4 Sc 7 Ln 65Then be it as you will; for 'tis my right,
And Henry but usurps the diadem.
MONTAGUEAy, now my sovereign speaketh like himself;
And now will I be Edward's champion.
HASTINGSSound trumpet; Edward shall be here proclaim'd:
Act 4 Sc 7 Ln 70Come, fellow-soldier, make thou proclamation.
SoldierEdward the Fourth, by the grace of God, king of
England and France, and lord of Ireland, &c.
MONTAGUEAnd whosoe'er gainsays King Edward's right,
By this I challenge him to single fight.
AllAct 4 Sc 7 Ln 75Long live Edward the Fourth!
KING EDWARD IVThanks, brave Montgomery; and thanks unto you all:
If fortune serve me, I'll requite this kindness.
Now, for this night, let's harbour here in York;
And when the morning sun shall raise his car
Act 4 Sc 7 Ln 80Above the border of this horizon,
We'll forward towards Warwick and his mates;
For well I wot that Henry is no soldier.
Ah, froward Clarence! how evil it beseems thee
To flatter Henry and forsake thy brother!
Act 4 Sc 7 Ln 85Yet, as we may, we'll meet both thee and Warwick.
Come on, brave soldiers: doubt not of the day,
And, that once gotten, doubt not of large pay.
3 KING HENRY VI

ACT IV

SCENE VIII. London. The palace.

WARWICKWhat counsel, lords? Edward from Belgia,
With hasty Germans and blunt Hollanders,
Hath pass'd in safety through the narrow seas,
And with his troops doth march amain to London;
Act 4 Sc 8 Ln 5And many giddy people flock to him.
KING HENRY VILet's levy men, and beat him back again.
CLARENCEA little fire is quickly trodden out;
Which, being suffer'd, rivers cannot quench.
WARWICKIn Warwickshire I have true-hearted friends,
Act 4 Sc 8 Ln 10Not mutinous in peace, yet bold in war;
Those will I muster up: and thou, son Clarence,
Shalt stir up in Suffolk, Norfolk, and in Kent,
The knights and gentlemen to come with thee:
Thou, brother Montague, in Buckingham,
Act 4 Sc 8 Ln 15Northampton and in Leicestershire, shalt find
Men well inclined to hear what thou command'st:
And thou, brave Oxford, wondrous well beloved,
In Oxfordshire shalt muster up thy friends.
My sovereign, with the loving citizens,
Act 4 Sc 8 Ln 20Like to his island girt in with the ocean,
Or modest Dian circled with her nymphs,
Shall rest in London till we come to him.
Fair lords, take leave and stand not to reply.
Farewell, my sovereign.
KING HENRY VIAct 4 Sc 8 Ln 25Farewell, my Hector, and my Troy's true hope.
CLARENCEIn sign of truth, I kiss your highness' hand.
KING HENRY VIWell-minded Clarence, be thou fortunate!
MONTAGUEComfort, my lord; and so I take my leave.
OXFORDAnd thus I seal my truth, and bid adieu.
KING HENRY VIAct 4 Sc 8 Ln 30Sweet Oxford, and my loving Montague,
And all at once, once more a happy farewell.
WARWICKFarewell, sweet lords: let's meet at Coventry.
KING HENRY VIHere at the palace I will rest awhile.
Cousin of Exeter, what thinks your lordship?
Act 4 Sc 8 Ln 35Methinks the power that Edward hath in field
Should not be able to encounter mine.
EXETERThe doubt is that he will seduce the rest.
KING HENRY VIThat's not my fear; my meed hath got me fame:
I have not stopp'd mine ears to their demands,
Act 4 Sc 8 Ln 40Nor posted off their suits with slow delays;
My pity hath been balm to heal their wounds,
My mildness hath allay'd their swelling griefs,
My mercy dried their water-flowing tears;
I have not been desirous of their wealth,
Act 4 Sc 8 Ln 45Nor much oppress'd them with great subsidies.
Nor forward of revenge, though they much err'd:
Then why should they love Edward more than me?
No, Exeter, these graces challenge grace:
And when the lion fawns upon the lamb,
Act 4 Sc 8 Ln 50The lamb will never cease to follow him.
EXETERHark, hark, my lord! what shouts are these?
KING EDWARD IVSeize on the shame-faced Henry, bear him hence;
And once again proclaim us King of England.
You are the fount that makes small brooks to flow:
Act 4 Sc 8 Ln 55Now stops thy spring; my sea sha$l suck them dry,
And swell so much the higher by their ebb.
Hence with him to the Tower; let him not speak.
And, lords, towards Coventry bend we our course
Where peremptory Warwick now remains:
Act 4 Sc 8 Ln 60The sun shines hot; and, if we use delay,
Cold biting winter mars our hoped-for hay.
GLOUCESTERAway betimes, before his forces join,
And take the great-grown traitor unawares:
Brave warriors, march amain towards Coventry.
Act 4 Sc 8 Ln 653 KING HENRY VI

ACT V

SCENE I. Coventry.

WARWICKWhere is the post that came from valiant Oxford?
How far hence is thy lord, mine honest fellow?
First MessengerBy this at Dunsmore, marching hitherward.
WARWICKHow far off is our brother Montague?
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 5Where is the post that came from Montague?
Second MessengerBy this at Daintry, with a puissant troop.
WARWICKSay, Somerville, what says my loving son?
And, by thy guess, how nigh is Clarence now?
SOMERSETAt Southam I did leave him with his forces,
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 10And do expect him here some two hours hence.
WARWICKThen Clarence is at hand, I hear his drum.
SOMERSETIt is not his, my lord; here Southam lies:
The drum your honour hears marcheth from Warwick.
WARWICKWho should that be? belike, unlook'd-for friends.
SOMERSETAct 5 Sc 1 Ln 15They are at hand, and you shall quickly know.
KING EDWARD IVGo, trumpet, to the walls, and sound a parle.
GLOUCESTERSee how the surly Warwick mans the wall!
WARWICKO unbid spite! is sportful Edward come?
Where slept our scouts, or how are they seduced,
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 20That we could hear no news of his repair?
KING EDWARD IVNow, Warwick, wilt thou ope the city gates,
Speak gentle words and humbly bend thy knee,
Call Edward king and at his hands beg mercy?
And he shall pardon thee these outrages.
WARWICKAct 5 Sc 1 Ln 25Nay, rather, wilt thou draw thy forces hence,
Confess who set thee up and pluck'd thee own,
Call Warwick patron and be penitent?
And thou shalt still remain the Duke of York.
GLOUCESTERI thought, at least, he would have said the king;
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 30Or did he make the jest against his will?
WARWICKIs not a dukedom, sir, a goodly gift?
GLOUCESTERAy, by my faith, for a poor earl to give:
I'll do thee service for so good a gift.
WARWICK'Twas I that gave the kingdom to thy brother.
KING EDWARD IVAct 5 Sc 1 Ln 35Why then 'tis mine, if but by Warwick's gift.
WARWICKThou art no Atlas for so great a weight:
And weakling, Warwick takes his gift again;
And Henry is my king, Warwick his subject.
KING EDWARD IVBut Warwick's king is Edward's prisoner:
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 40And, gallant Warwick, do but answer this:
What is the body when the head is off?
GLOUCESTERAlas, that Warwick had no more forecast,
But, whiles he thought to steal the single ten,
The king was slily finger'd from the deck!
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 45You left poor Henry at the Bishop's palace,
And, ten to one, you'll meet him in the Tower.
EDWARD'Tis even so; yet you are Warwick still.
GLOUCESTERCome, Warwick, take the time; kneel down, kneel down:
Nay, when? strike now, or else the iron cools.
WARWICKAct 5 Sc 1 Ln 50I had rather chop this hand off at a blow,
And with the other fling it at thy face,
Than bear so low a sail, to strike to thee.
KING EDWARD IVSail how thou canst, have wind and tide thy friend,
This hand, fast wound about thy coal-black hair
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 55Shall, whiles thy head is warm and new cut off,
Write in the dust this sentence with thy blood,
'Wind-changing Warwick now can change no more.'
WARWICKO cheerful colours! see where Oxford comes!
OXFORDOxford, Oxford, for Lancaster!
GLOUCESTERAct 5 Sc 1 Ln 60The gates are open, let us enter too.
KING EDWARD IVSo other foes may set upon our backs.
Stand we in good array; for they no doubt
Will issue out again and bid us battle:
If not, the city being but of small defence,
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 65We'll quickly rouse the traitors in the same.
WARWICKO, welcome, Oxford! for we want thy help.
MONTAGUEMontague, Montague, for Lancaster!
GLOUCESTERThou and thy brother both shall buy this treason
Even with the dearest blood your bodies bear.
KING EDWARD IVAct 5 Sc 1 Ln 70The harder match'd, the greater victory:
My mind presageth happy gain and conquest.
SOMERSETSomerset, Somerset, for Lancaster!
GLOUCESTERTwo of thy name, both Dukes of Somerset,
Have sold their lives unto the house of York;
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 75And thou shalt be the third if this sword hold.
WARWICKAnd lo, where George of Clarence sweeps along,
Of force enough to bid his brother battle;
With whom an upright zeal to right prevails
More than the nature of a brother's love!
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 80Come, Clarence, come; thou wilt, if Warwick call.
CLARENCEFather of Warwick, know you what this means?
Look here, I throw my infamy at thee
I will not ruinate my father's house,
Who gave his blood to lime the stones together,
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 85And set up Lancaster. Why, trow'st thou, Warwick,
That Clarence is so harsh, so blunt, unnatural,
To bend the fatal instruments of war
Against his brother and his lawful king?
Perhaps thou wilt object my holy oath:
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 90To keep that oath were more impiety
Than Jephthah's, when he sacrificed his daughter.
I am so sorry for my trespass made
That, to deserve well at my brother's hands,
I here proclaim myself thy mortal foe,
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 95With resolution, wheresoe'er I meet thee —
As I will meet thee, if thou stir abroad —
To plague thee for thy foul misleading me.
And so, proud-hearted Warwick, I defy thee,
And to my brother turn my blushing cheeks.
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 100Pardon me, Edward, I will make amends:
And, Richard, do not frown upon my faults,
For I will henceforth be no more unconstant.
KING EDWARD IVNow welcome more, and ten times more beloved,
Than if thou never hadst deserved our hate.
GLOUCESTERAct 5 Sc 1 Ln 105Welcome, good Clarence; this is brotherlike.
WARWICKO passing traitor, perjured and unjust!
KING EDWARD IVWhat, Warwick, wilt thou leave the town and fight?
Or shall we beat the stones about thine ears?
WARWICKAlas, I am not coop'd here for defence!
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 110I will away towards Barnet presently,
And bid thee battle, Edward, if thou darest.
KING EDWARD IVYes, Warwick, Edward dares, and leads the way.
Lords, to the field; Saint George and victory!
3 KING HENRY VI

ACT V

SCENE II. A field of battle near Barnet.

KING EDWARD IVSo, lie thou there: die thou, and die our fear;
For Warwick was a bug that fear'd us all.
Now, Montague, sit fast; I seek for thee,
That Warwick's bones may keep thine company.
WARWICKAct 5 Sc 2 Ln 5Ah, who is nigh? come to me, friend or foe,
And tell me who is victor, York or Warwick?
Why ask I that? my mangled body shows,
My blood, my want of strength, my sick heart shows.
That I must yield my body to the earth
Act 5 Sc 2 Ln 10And, by my fall, the conquest to my foe.
Thus yields the cedar to the axe's edge,
Whose arms gave shelter to the princely eagle,
Under whose shade the ramping lion slept,
Whose top-branch overpeer'd Jove's spreading tree
Act 5 Sc 2 Ln 15And kept low shrubs from winter's powerful wind.
These eyes, that now are dimm'd with death's black veil,
Have been as piercing as the mid-day sun,
To search the secret treasons of the world:
The wrinkles in my brows, now filled with blood,
Act 5 Sc 2 Ln 20Were liken'd oft to kingly sepulchres;
For who lived king, but I could dig his grave?
And who durst mine when Warwick bent his brow?
Lo, now my glory smear'd in dust and blood!
My parks, my walks, my manors that I had.
Act 5 Sc 2 Ln 25Even now forsake me, and of all my lands
Is nothing left me but my body's length.
Why, what is pomp, rule, reign, but earth and dust?
And, live we how we can, yet die we must.
SOMERSETAh, Warwick, Warwick! wert thou as we are.
Act 5 Sc 2 Ln 30We might recover all our loss again;
The queen from France hath brought a puissant power:
Even now we heard the news: ah, could'st thou fly!
WARWICKWhy, then I would not fly. Ah, Montague,
If thou be there, sweet brother, take my hand.
Act 5 Sc 2 Ln 35And with thy lips keep in my soul awhile!
Thou lovest me not; for, brother, if thou didst,
Thy tears would wash this cold congealed blood
That glues my lips and will not let me speak.
Come quickly, Montague, or I am dead.
SOMERSETAct 5 Sc 2 Ln 40Ah, Warwick! Montague hath breathed his last;
And to the latest gasp cried out for Warwick,
And said 'Commend me to my valiant brother.'
And more he would have said, and more he spoke,
Which sounded like a clamour in a vault,
Act 5 Sc 2 Ln 45That mought not be distinguished; but at last
I well might hear, delivered with a groan,
'O, farewell, Warwick!'
WARWICKSweet rest his soul! Fly, lords, and save yourselves;
For Warwick bids you all farewell to meet in heaven.
OXFORDAct 5 Sc 2 Ln 50Away, away, to meet the queen's great power!
3 KING HENRY VI

ACT V

SCENE III. Another part of the field.

KING EDWARD IVThus far our fortune keeps an upward course,
And we are graced with wreaths of victory.
But, in the midst of this bright-shining day,
I spy a black, suspicious, threatening cloud,
Act 5 Sc 3 Ln 5That will encounter with our glorious sun,
Ere he attain his easeful western bed:
I mean, my lords, those powers that the queen
Hath raised in Gallia have arrived our coast
And, as we hear, march on to fight with us.
CLARENCEAct 5 Sc 3 Ln 10A little gale will soon disperse that cloud
And blow it to the source from whence it came:
The very beams will dry those vapours up,
For every cloud engenders not a storm.
GLOUCESTERThe queen is valued thirty thousand strong,
Act 5 Sc 3 Ln 15And Somerset, with Oxford fled to her:
If she have time to breathe be well assured
Her faction will be full as strong as ours.
KING EDWARD IVWe are advertised by our loving friends
That they do hold their course toward Tewksbury:
Act 5 Sc 3 Ln 20We, having now the best at Barnet field,
Will thither straight, for willingness rids way;
And, as we march, our strength will be augmented
In every county as we go along.
Strike up the drum; cry 'Courage!' and away.
Act 5 Sc 3 Ln 253 KING HENRY VI

ACT V

SCENE IV. Plains near Tewksbury.

QUEEN MARGARETGreat lords, wise men ne'er sit and wail their loss,
But cheerly seek how to redress their harms.
What though the mast be now blown overboard,
The cable broke, the holding-anchor lost,
Act 5 Sc 4 Ln 5And half our sailors swallow'd in the flood?
Yet lives our pilot still. Is't meet that he
Should leave the helm and like a fearful lad
With tearful eyes add water to the sea
And give more strength to that which hath too much,
Act 5 Sc 4 Ln 10Whiles, in his moan, the ship splits on the rock,
Which industry and courage might have saved?
Ah, what a shame! ah, what a fault were this!
Say Warwick was our anchor; what of that?
And Montague our topmost; what of him?
Act 5 Sc 4 Ln 15Our slaughter'd friends the tackles; what of these?
Why, is not Oxford here another anchor?
And Somerset another goodly mast?
The friends of France our shrouds and tacklings?
And, though unskilful, why not Ned and I
Act 5 Sc 4 Ln 20For once allow'd the skilful pilot's charge?
We will not from the helm to sit and weep,
But keep our course, though the rough wind say no,
From shelves and rocks that threaten us with wreck.
As good to chide the waves as speak them fair.
Act 5 Sc 4 Ln 25And what is Edward but ruthless sea?
What Clarence but a quicksand of deceit?
And Richard but a ragged fatal rock?
All these the enemies to our poor bark.
Say you can swim; alas, 'tis but a while!
Act 5 Sc 4 Ln 30Tread on the sand; why, there you quickly sink:
Bestride the rock; the tide will wash you off,
Or else you famish; that's a threefold death.
This speak I, lords, to let you understand,
If case some one of you would fly from us,
Act 5 Sc 4 Ln 35That there's no hoped-for mercy with the brothers
More than with ruthless waves, with sands and rocks.
Why, courage then! what cannot be avoided
'Twere childish weakness to lament or fear.
PRINCE EDWARDMethinks a woman of this valiant spirit
Act 5 Sc 4 Ln 40Should, if a coward heard her speak these words,
Infuse his breast with magnanimity
And make him, naked, foil a man at arms.
I speak not this as doubting any here
For did I but suspect a fearful man
Act 5 Sc 4 Ln 45He should have leave to go away betimes,
Lest in our need he might infect another
And make him of like spirit to himself.
If any such be here — as God forbid! —
Let him depart before we need his help.
OXFORDAct 5 Sc 4 Ln 50Women and children of so high a courage,
And warriors faint! why, 'twere perpetual shame.
O brave young prince! thy famous grandfather
Doth live again in thee: long mayst thou live
To bear his image and renew his glories!
SOMERSETAct 5 Sc 4 Ln 55And he that will not fight for such a hope.
Go home to bed, and like the owl by day,
If he arise, be mock'd and wonder'd at.
QUEEN MARGARETThanks, gentle Somerset; sweet Oxford, thanks.
PRINCE EDWARDAnd take his thanks that yet hath nothing else.
MessengerAct 5 Sc 4 Ln 60Prepare you, lords, for Edward is at hand.
Ready to fight; therefore be resolute.
OXFORDI thought no less: it is his policy
To haste thus fast, to find us unprovided.
SOMERSETBut he's deceived; we are in readiness.
QUEEN MARGARETAct 5 Sc 4 Ln 65This cheers my heart, to see your forwardness.
OXFORDHere pitch our battle; hence we will not budge.
KING EDWARD IVBrave followers, yonder stands the thorny wood,
Which, by the heavens' assistance and your strength,
Must by the roots be hewn up yet ere night.
Act 5 Sc 4 Ln 70I need not add more fuel to your fire,
For well I wot ye blaze to burn them out
Give signal to the fight, and to it, lords!
QUEEN MARGARETLords, knights, and gentlemen, what I should say
My tears gainsay; for every word I speak,
Act 5 Sc 4 Ln 75Ye see, I drink the water of mine eyes.
Therefore, no more but this: Henry, your sovereign,
Is prisoner to the foe; his state usurp'd,
His realm a slaughter-house, his subjects slain,
His statutes cancell'd and his treasure spent;
Act 5 Sc 4 Ln 80And yonder is the wolf that makes this spoil.
You fight in justice: then, in God's name, lords,
Be valiant and give signal to the fight.
3 KING HENRY VI

ACT V

SCENE V. Another part of the field.

KING EDWARD IVNow here a period of tumultuous broils.
Away with Oxford to Hames Castle straight:
For Somerset, off with his guilty head.
Go, bear them hence; I will not hear them speak.
OXFORDAct 5 Sc 5 Ln 5For my part, I'll not trouble thee with words.
SOMERSETNor I, but stoop with patience to my fortune.
QUEEN MARGARETSo part we sadly in this troublous world,
To meet with joy in sweet Jerusalem.
KING EDWARD IVIs proclamation made, that who finds Edward
Act 5 Sc 5 Ln 10Shall have a high reward, and he his life?
GLOUCESTERIt is: and lo, where youthful Edward comes!
KING EDWARD IVBring forth the gallant, let us hear him speak.
What! can so young a thorn begin to prick?
Edward, what satisfaction canst thou make
Act 5 Sc 5 Ln 15For bearing arms, for stirring up my subjects,
And all the trouble thou hast turn'd me to?
PRINCE EDWARDSpeak like a subject, proud ambitious York!
Suppose that I am now my father's mouth;
Resign thy chair, and where I stand kneel thou,
Act 5 Sc 5 Ln 20Whilst I propose the selfsame words to thee,
Which traitor, thou wouldst have me answer to.
QUEEN MARGARETAh, that thy father had been so resolved!
GLOUCESTERThat you might still have worn the petticoat,
And ne'er have stol'n the breech from Lancaster.
PRINCE EDWARDAct 5 Sc 5 Ln 25Let AEsop fable in a winter's night;
His currish riddles sort not with this place.
GLOUCESTERBy heaven, brat, I'll plague ye for that word.
QUEEN MARGARETAy, thou wast born to be a plague to men.
GLOUCESTERFor God's sake, take away this captive scold.
PRINCE EDWARDAct 5 Sc 5 Ln 30Nay, take away this scolding crookback rather.
KING EDWARD IVPeace, wilful boy, or I will charm your tongue.
CLARENCEUntutor'd lad, thou art too malapert.
PRINCE EDWARDI know my duty; you are all undutiful:
Lascivious Edward, and thou perjured George,
Act 5 Sc 5 Ln 35And thou mis-shapen Dick, I tell ye all
I am your better, traitors as ye are:
And thou usurp'st my father's right and mine.
KING EDWARD IVTake that, thou likeness of this railer here.
GLOUCESTERSprawl'st thou? take that, to end thy agony.
CLARENCEAct 5 Sc 5 Ln 40And there's for twitting me with perjury.
QUEEN MARGARETO, kill me too!
GLOUCESTERMarry, and shall.
KING EDWARD IVHold, Richard, hold; for we have done too much.
GLOUCESTERWhy should she live, to fill the world with words?
KING EDWARD IVAct 5 Sc 5 Ln 45What, doth she swoon? use means for her recovery.
GLOUCESTERClarence, excuse me to the king my brother;
I'll hence to London on a serious matter:
Ere ye come there, be sure to hear some news.
CLARENCEWhat? what?
GLOUCESTERAct 5 Sc 5 Ln 50The Tower, the Tower.
QUEEN MARGARETO Ned, sweet Ned! speak to thy mother, boy!
Canst thou not speak? O traitors! murderers!
They that stabb'd Caesar shed no blood at all,
Did not offend, nor were not worthy blame,
Act 5 Sc 5 Ln 55If this foul deed were by to equal it:
He was a man; this, in respect, a child:
And men ne'er spend their fury on a child.
What's worse than murderer, that I may name it?
No, no, my heart will burst, and if I speak:
Act 5 Sc 5 Ln 60And I will speak, that so my heart may burst.
Butchers and villains! bloody cannibals!
How sweet a plant have you untimely cropp'd!
You have no children, butchers! if you had,
The thought of them would have stirr'd up remorse:
Act 5 Sc 5 Ln 65But if you ever chance to have a child,
Look in his youth to have him so cut off
As, deathmen, you have rid this sweet young prince!
KING EDWARD IVAway with her; go, bear her hence perforce.
QUEEN MARGARETNay, never bear me hence, dispatch me here,
Act 5 Sc 5 Ln 70Here sheathe thy sword, I'll pardon thee my death:
What, wilt thou not? then, Clarence, do it thou.
CLARENCEBy heaven, I will not do thee so much ease.
QUEEN MARGARETGood Clarence, do; sweet Clarence, do thou do it.
CLARENCEDidst thou not hear me swear I would not do it?
QUEEN MARGARETAct 5 Sc 5 Ln 75Ay, but thou usest to forswear thyself:
'Twas sin before, but now 'tis charity.
What, wilt thou not? Where is that devil's butcher,
Hard-favour'd Richard? Richard, where art thou?
Thou art not here: murder is thy alms-deed;
Act 5 Sc 5 Ln 80Petitioners for blood thou ne'er put'st back.
KING EDWARD IVAway, I say; I charge ye, bear her hence.
QUEEN MARGARETSo come to you and yours, as to this Prince!
KING EDWARD IVWhere's Richard gone?
CLARENCETo London, all in post; and, as I guess,
Act 5 Sc 5 Ln 85To make a bloody supper in the Tower.
KING EDWARD IVHe's sudden, if a thing comes in his head.
Now march we hence: discharge the common sort
With pay and thanks, and let's away to London
And see our gentle queen how well she fares:
Act 5 Sc 5 Ln 90By this, I hope, she hath a son for me.
3 KING HENRY VI

ACT V

SCENE VI. London. The Tower.

GLOUCESTERGood day, my lord. What, at your book so hard?
KING HENRY VIAy, my good lord: — my lord, I should say rather;
'Tis sin to flatter; 'good' was little better:
'Good Gloucester' and 'good devil' were alike,
Act 5 Sc 6 Ln 5And both preposterous; therefore, not 'good lord.'
GLOUCESTERSirrah, leave us to ourselves: we must confer.
KING HENRY VISo flies the reckless shepherd from the wolf;
So first the harmless sheep doth yield his fleece
And next his throat unto the butcher's knife.
Act 5 Sc 6 Ln 10What scene of death hath Roscius now to act?
GLOUCESTERSuspicion always haunts the guilty mind;
The thief doth fear each bush an officer.
KING HENRY VIThe bird that hath been limed in a bush,
With trembling wings misdoubteth every bush;
Act 5 Sc 6 Ln 15And I, the hapless male to one sweet bird,
Have now the fatal object in my eye
Where my poor young was limed, was caught and kill'd.
GLOUCESTERWhy, what a peevish fool was that of Crete,
That taught his son the office of a fowl!
Act 5 Sc 6 Ln 20An yet, for all his wings, the fool was drown'd.
KING HENRY VII, Daedalus; my poor boy, Icarus;
Thy father, Minos, that denied our course;
The sun that sear'd the wings of my sweet boy
Thy brother Edward, and thyself the sea
Act 5 Sc 6 Ln 25Whose envious gulf did swallow up his life.
Ah, kill me with thy weapon, not with words!
My breast can better brook thy dagger's point
Than can my ears that tragic history.
But wherefore dost thou come? is't for my life?
GLOUCESTERAct 5 Sc 6 Ln 30Think'st thou I am an executioner?
KING HENRY VIA persecutor, I am sure, thou art:
If murdering innocents be executing,
Why, then thou art an executioner.
GLOUCESTERThy son I kill'd for his presumption.
KING HENRY VIAct 5 Sc 6 Ln 35Hadst thou been kill'd when first thou didst presume,
Thou hadst not lived to kill a son of mine.
And thus I prophesy, that many a thousand,
Which now mistrust no parcel of my fear,
And many an old man's sigh and many a widow's,
Act 5 Sc 6 Ln 40And many an orphan's water-standing eye —
Men for their sons, wives for their husbands,
And orphans for their parents timeless death —
Shall rue the hour that ever thou wast born.
The owl shriek'd at thy birth, — an evil sign;
Act 5 Sc 6 Ln 45The night-crow cried, aboding luckless time;
Dogs howl'd, and hideous tempest shook down trees;
The raven rook'd her on the chimney's top,
And chattering pies in dismal discords sung.
Thy mother felt more than a mother's pain,
Act 5 Sc 6 Ln 50And, yet brought forth less than a mother's hope,
To wit, an indigested and deformed lump,
Not like the fruit of such a goodly tree.
Teeth hadst thou in thy head when thou wast born,
To signify thou camest to bite the world:
Act 5 Sc 6 Ln 55And, if the rest be true which I have heard,
Thou camest —
GLOUCESTERI'll hear no more: die, prophet in thy speech:
For this amongst the rest, was I ordain'd.
KING HENRY VIAy, and for much more slaughter after this.
Act 5 Sc 6 Ln 60God forgive my sins, and pardon thee!
GLOUCESTERWhat, will the aspiring blood of Lancaster
Sink in the ground? I thought it would have mounted.
See how my sword weeps for the poor king's death!
O, may such purple tears be alway shed
Act 5 Sc 6 Ln 65From those that wish the downfall of our house!
If any spark of life be yet remaining,
Down, down to hell; and say I sent thee thither:
I, that have neither pity, love, nor fear.
Indeed, 'tis true that Henry told me of;
Act 5 Sc 6 Ln 70For I have often heard my mother say
I came into the world with my legs forward:
Had I not reason, think ye, to make haste,
And seek their ruin that usurp'd our right?
The midwife wonder'd and the women cried
Act 5 Sc 6 Ln 75'O, Jesus bless us, he is born with teeth!'
And so I was; which plainly signified
That I should snarl and bite and play the dog.
Then, since the heavens have shaped my body so,
Let hell make crook'd my mind to answer it.
Act 5 Sc 6 Ln 80I have no brother, I am like no brother;
And this word 'love,' which graybeards call divine,
Be resident in men like one another
And not in me: I am myself alone.
Clarence, beware; thou keep'st me from the light:
Act 5 Sc 6 Ln 85But I will sort a pitchy day for thee;
For I will buz abroad such prophecies
That Edward shall be fearful of his life,
And then, to purge his fear, I'll be thy death.
King Henry and the prince his son are gone:
Act 5 Sc 6 Ln 90Clarence, thy turn is next, and then the rest,
Counting myself but bad till I be best.
I'll throw thy body in another room
And triumph, Henry, in thy day of doom.
3 KING HENRY VI

ACT V

SCENE VII. London. The palace.

KING EDWARD IVOnce more we sit in England's royal throne,
Re-purchased with the blood of enemies.
What valiant foemen, like to autumn's corn,
Have we mow'd down, in tops of all their pride!
Act 5 Sc 7 Ln 5Three Dukes of Somerset, threefold renown'd
For hardy and undoubted champions;
Two Cliffords, as the father and the son,
And two Northumberlands; two braver men
Ne'er spurr'd their coursers at the trumpet's sound;
Act 5 Sc 7 Ln 10With them, the two brave bears, Warwick and Montague,
That in their chains fetter'd the kingly lion
And made the forest tremble when they roar'd.
Thus have we swept suspicion from our seat
And made our footstool of security.
Act 5 Sc 7 Ln 15Come hither, Bess, and let me kiss my boy.
Young Ned, for thee, thine uncles and myself
Have in our armours watch'd the winter's night,
Went all afoot in summer's scalding heat,
That thou mightst repossess the crown in peace;
Act 5 Sc 7 Ln 20And of our labours thou shalt reap the gain.
GLOUCESTER I'll blast his harvest, if your head were laid;
For yet I am not look'd on in the world.
This shoulder was ordain'd so thick to heave;
And heave it shall some weight, or break my back:
Act 5 Sc 7 Ln 25Work thou the way, — and thou shalt execute.
KING EDWARD IVClarence and Gloucester, love my lovely queen;
And kiss your princely nephew, brothers both.
CLARENCEThe duty that I owe unto your majesty
I seal upon the lips of this sweet babe.
QUEEN ELIZABETHAct 5 Sc 7 Ln 30Thanks, noble Clarence; worthy brother, thanks.
GLOUCESTERAnd, that I love the tree from whence thou sprang'st,
Witness the loving kiss I give the fruit.
To say the truth, so Judas kiss'd his master,
And cried 'all hail!' when as he meant all harm.
KING EDWARD IVAct 5 Sc 7 Ln 35Now am I seated as my soul delights,
Having my country's peace and brothers' loves.
CLARENCEWhat will your grace have done with Margaret?
Reignier, her father, to the king of France
Hath pawn'd the Sicils and Jerusalem,
Act 5 Sc 7 Ln 40And hither have they sent it for her ransom.
KING EDWARD IVAway with her, and waft her hence to France.
And now what rests but that we spend the time
With stately triumphs, mirthful comic shows,
Such as befits the pleasure of the court?
Act 5 Sc 7 Ln 45Sound drums and trumpets! farewell sour annoy!
For here, I hope, begins our lasting joy.