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KING HENRY VI: And I, with grief and sorrow, to the court. |
EXETER: Here comes the queen, whose looks bewray her anger: I'll steal away. |
KING HENRY VI: Exeter, so will I. |
QUEEN MARGARET: Nay, go not from me; I will follow thee. |
KING HENRY VI: Be patient, gentle queen, and I will stay. |
QUEEN MARGARET: Who can be patient in such extremes? Ah, wretched man! would I had died a maid And 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, Or... |
PRINCE EDWARD: Father, you cannot disinherit me: If you be king, why should not I succeed? |
KING HENRY VI: Pardon me, Margaret; pardon me, sweet son: The Earl of Warwick and the duke enforced me. |
QUEEN MARGARET: Enforced thee! art thou king, and wilt be forced? I shame to hear thee speak. Ah, timorous wretch! Thou 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 sep... |
KING HENRY VI: Stay, gentle Margaret, and hear me speak. |
QUEEN MARGARET: Thou hast spoke too much already: get thee gone. |
KING HENRY VI: Gentle son Edward, thou wilt stay with me? |
QUEEN MARGARET: Ay, to be murder'd by his enemies. |
PRINCE EDWARD: When I return with victory from the field I'll see your grace: till then I'll follow her. |
QUEEN MARGARET: Come, son, away; we may not linger thus. |
KING HENRY VI: Poor 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, Whose 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'l... |
EXETER: And I, I hope, shall reconcile them all. 3 KING HENRY VI |
RICHARD: Brother, though I be youngest, give me leave. |
EDWARD: No, I can better play the orator. |
MONTAGUE: But I have reasons strong and forcible. |
YORK: Why, how now, sons and brother! at a strife? What is your quarrel? how began it first? |
EDWARD: No quarrel, but a slight contention. |
YORK: About what? |
RICHARD: About that which concerns your grace and us; The crown of England, father, which is yours. |
YORK: Mine boy? not till King Henry be dead. |
RICHARD: Your right depends not on his life or death. |
EDWARD: Now you are heir, therefore enjoy it now: By giving the house of Lancaster leave to breathe, It will outrun you, father, in the end. |
YORK: I took an oath that he should quietly reign. |
EDWARD: But for a kingdom any oath may be broken: I would break a thousand oaths to reign one year. |
RICHARD: No; God forbid your grace should be forsworn. |
YORK: I shall be, if I claim by open war. |
RICHARD: I'll prove the contrary, if you'll hear me speak. |
YORK: Thou canst not, son; it is impossible. |
RICHARD: An oath is of no moment, being not took Before a true and lawful magistrate, That hath authority over him that swears: Henry 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 thi... |
YORK: Richard, 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. You Edward, shall unto my Lord Cobham, With whom the Kentishmen will willingly rise: In them I trust; for they ... |
Messenger: The queen with all the northern earls and lords Intend here to besiege you in your castle: She is hard by with twenty thousand men; And therefore fortify your hold, my lord. |
YORK: Ay, with my sword. What! think'st thou that we fear them? Edward and Richard, you shall stay with me; My 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. |
MONTAGUE: Brother, 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 MORTIMER: She shall not need; we'll meet her in the field. |
YORK: What, with five thousand men? |
RICHARD: Ay, with five hundred, father, for a need: A woman's general; what should we fear? |
EDWARD: I hear their drums: let's set our men in order, And issue forth and bid them battle straight. |
YORK: Five 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: Why should I not now have the like success? 3 KING HENRY VI |
RUTLAND: Ah, whither shall I fly to 'scape their hands? Ah, tutor, look where bloody Clifford comes! |
CLIFFORD: Chaplain, away! thy priesthood saves thy life. As for the brat of this accursed duke, Whose father slew my father, he shall die. |
Tutor: And I, my lord, will bear him company. |
CLIFFORD: Soldiers, away with him! |
Tutor: Ah, Clifford, murder not this innocent child, Lest thou be hated both of God and man! |
CLIFFORD: How now! is he dead already? or is it fear That makes him close his eyes? I'll open them. |
RUTLAND: So looks the pent-up lion o'er the wretch That trembles under his devouring paws; And so he walks, insulting o'er his prey, And 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 m... |
CLIFFORD: In vain thou speak'st, poor boy; my father's blood Hath stopp'd the passage where thy words should enter. |
RUTLAND: Then let my father's blood open it again: He is a man, and, Clifford, cope with him. |
CLIFFORD: Had 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. The sight of any of the house of York Is as a fury to torment my soul; And till I root out the... |
RUTLAND: O, let me pray before I take my death! To thee I pray; sweet Clifford, pity me! |
CLIFFORD: Such pity as my rapier's point affords. |
RUTLAND: I never did thee harm: why wilt thou slay me? |
CLIFFORD: Thy father hath. |
RUTLAND: But '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; And when I give occasion of offence, Then let me die, for now thou hast no cause. |
CLIFFORD: No cause! Thy father slew my father; therefore, die. |
RUTLAND: Di faciant laudis summa sit ista tuae! |
CLIFFORD: Plantagenet! 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 |
YORK: The 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 Or 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 bor... |
NORTHUMBERLAND: Yield to our mercy, proud Plantagenet. |
CLIFFORD: Ay, 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. |
YORK: My 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? |
CLIFFORD: So 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. |
YORK: O Clifford, but bethink thee once again, And 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! |
CLIFFORD: I will not bandy with thee word for word, But buckle with thee blows, twice two for one. |
QUEEN MARGARET: Hold, valiant Clifford! for a thousand causes I would prolong awhile the traitor's life. Wrath makes him deaf: speak thou, Northumberland. |
NORTHUMBERLAND: Hold, Clifford! do not honour him so much To 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; And ten to one is no impeach of valour. |
CLIFFORD: Ay, ay, so strives the woodcock with the gin. |
NORTHUMBERLAND: So doth the cony struggle in the net. |
YORK: So triumph thieves upon their conquer'd booty; So true men yield, with robbers so o'ermatch'd. |
NORTHUMBERLAND: What would your grace have done unto him now? |
QUEEN MARGARET: Brave 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. What! was it you that would be England's king? Was't you that revell'd in our parliament, And made a preachment of your hig... |
CLIFFORD: That is my office, for my father's sake. |
QUEEN MARGARET: Nay, stay; lets hear the orisons he makes. |
YORK: She-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, Upon their woes whom fortune captivates! But that thy face is, vizard-like, unchanging, Made impudent with use of evil deeds, I would assay... |
NORTHUMBERLAND: Beshrew me, but his passion moves me so That hardly can I cheque my eyes from tears. |
YORK: That face of his the hungry cannibals Would not have touch'd, would not have stain'd with blood: But 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 bloo... |
NORTHUMBERLAND: Had 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 MARGARET: What, weeping-ripe, my Lord Northumberland? Think but upon the wrong he did us all, And that will quickly dry thy melting tears. |
CLIFFORD: Here's for my oath, here's for my father's death. |
QUEEN MARGARET: And here's to right our gentle-hearted king. |
YORK: Open Thy gate of mercy, gracious God! My soul flies through these wounds to seek out Thee. |
QUEEN MARGARET: Off with his head, and set it on York gates; So York may overlook the town of York. 3 KING HENRY VI |
EDWARD: I 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; Had 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. H... |
RICHARD: I cannot joy, until I be resolved Where 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; Or as a bear, encompass'd round with dogs, Who having pinch'd a few and m... |
EDWARD: Dazzle mine eyes, or do I see three suns? |
RICHARD: Three 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, As 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, That 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 U... |
RICHARD: Nay, 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? |
Messenger: Ah, one that was a woful looker-on When as the noble Duke of York was slain, Your princely father and my loving lord! |
EDWARD: O, speak no more, for I have heard too much. |
RICHARD: Say how he died, for I will hear it all. |
Messenger: Environed 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, Hew down and fell the hardest-timber'd oak. By many hands your father was subdued; But only slaugh... |
EDWARD: Sweet Duke of York, our prop to lean upon, Now thou art gone, we have no staff, no stay. O 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: Ah... |
RICHARD: I cannot weep; for all my body's moisture Scarce 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. To weep is to make less th... |
EDWARD: His name that valiant duke hath left with thee; His dukedom and his chair with me is left. |
RICHARD: Nay, 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. |
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