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KING EDWARD IV: Bishop, farewell: shield thee from Warwick's frown; And pray that I may repossess the crown. 3 KING HENRY VI |
KING HENRY VI: Master 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, At our enlargement what are thy due fees? |
Lieutenant: Subjects may challenge nothing of their sovereigns; But if an humble prayer may prevail, I then crave pardon of your majesty. |
KING HENRY VI: For what, lieutenant? for well using me? Nay, 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 They quite forget their loss of liberty. But, Warwick,... |
WARWICK: Your 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: Yet in this one thing let me blame your grace, For choosing me when Clarence is in place. |
CLARENCE: No, Warwick, thou art worthy of the sway, To whom the heavens in thy nativity Adjudged an olive branch and laurel crown, As likely to be blest in peace and war; And therefore I yield thee my free consent. |
WARWICK: And I choose Clarence only for protector. |
KING HENRY VI: Warwick and Clarence give me both your hands: Now join your hands, and with your hands your hearts, That 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. |
WARWICK: What answers Clarence to his sovereign's will? |
CLARENCE: That he consents, if Warwick yield consent; For on thy fortune I repose myself. |
WARWICK: Why, then, though loath, yet must I be content: We'll yoke together, like a double shadow To 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, And a... |
CLARENCE: What else? and that succession be determined. |
WARWICK: Ay, therein Clarence shall not want his part. |
KING HENRY VI: But, with the first of all your chief affairs, Let me entreat, for I command no more, That 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. |
CLARENCE: It shall be done, my sovereign, with all speed. |
KING HENRY VI: My Lord of Somerset, what youth is that, Of whom you seem to have so tender care? |
SOMERSET: My liege, it is young Henry, earl of Richmond. |
KING HENRY VI: Come hither, England's hope. If secret powers Suggest 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 Likely in time to bless a regal throne. Make... |
WARWICK: What news, my friend? |
Post: That Edward is escaped from your brother, And fled, as he hears since, to Burgundy. |
WARWICK: Unsavoury news! but how made he escape? |
Post: He was convey'd by Richard Duke of Gloucester And the Lord Hastings, who attended him In secret ambush on the forest side And from the bishop's huntsmen rescued him; For hunting was his daily exercise. |
WARWICK: My brother was too careless of his charge. But let us hence, my sovereign, to provide A salve for any sore that may betide. |
SOMERSET: My 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, So doth my heart misgive me, in these conflicts What may befall him, to his harm and... |
OXFORD: Ay, for if Edward repossess the crown, 'Tis like that Richmond with the rest shall down. |
SOMERSET: It shall be so; he shall to Brittany. Come, therefore, let's about it speedily. 3 KING HENRY VI |
KING EDWARD IV: Now, 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. Well have we pass'd and now repass'd the seas And brought desired help from Burgundy: What then remains, we being thus arrived Fro... |
GLOUCESTER: The 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 IV: Tush, man, abodements must not now affright us: By fair or foul means we must enter in, For hither will our friends repair to us. |
HASTINGS: My liege, I'll knock once more to summon them. |
Mayor: My lords, we were forewarned of your coming, And shut the gates for safety of ourselves; For now we owe allegiance unto Henry. |
KING EDWARD IV: But, master mayor, if Henry be your king, Yet Edward at the least is Duke of York. |
Mayor: True, my good lord; I know you for no less. |
KING EDWARD IV: Why, and I challenge nothing but my dukedom, As being well content with that alone. |
GLOUCESTER: |
HASTINGS: Why, master mayor, why stand you in a doubt? Open the gates; we are King Henry's friends. |
Mayor: Ay, say you so? the gates shall then be open'd. |
GLOUCESTER: A wise stout captain, and soon persuaded! |
HASTINGS: The 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 IV: So, 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. |
GLOUCESTER: Brother, this is Sir John Montgomery, Our trusty friend, unless I be deceived. |
KING EDWARD IV: Welcome, Sir John! But why come you in arms? |
MONTAGUE: To help King Edward in his time of storm, As every loyal subject ought to do. |
KING EDWARD IV: Thanks, good Montgomery; but we now forget Our title to the crown and only claim Our dukedom till God please to send the rest. |
MONTAGUE: Then fare you well, for I will hence again: I came to serve a king and not a duke. Drummer, strike up, and let us march away. |
KING EDWARD IV: Nay, stay, Sir John, awhile, and we'll debate By what safe means the crown may be recover'd. |
MONTAGUE: What talk you of debating? in few words, If you'll not here proclaim yourself our king, I'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? |
GLOUCESTER: Why, brother, wherefore stand you on nice points? |
KING EDWARD IV: When we grow stronger, then we'll make our claim: Till then, 'tis wisdom to conceal our meaning. |
HASTINGS: Away with scrupulous wit! now arms must rule. |
GLOUCESTER: And fearless minds climb soonest unto crowns. Brother, we will proclaim you out of hand: The bruit thereof will bring you many friends. |
KING EDWARD IV: Then be it as you will; for 'tis my right, And Henry but usurps the diadem. |
MONTAGUE: Ay, now my sovereign speaketh like himself; And now will I be Edward's champion. |
HASTINGS: Sound trumpet; Edward shall be here proclaim'd: Come, fellow-soldier, make thou proclamation. |
Soldier: Edward the Fourth, by the grace of God, king of England and France, and lord of Ireland, &c. |
MONTAGUE: And whosoe'er gainsays King Edward's right, By this I challenge him to single fight. |
All: Long live Edward the Fourth! |
KING EDWARD IV: Thanks, 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 Above the border of this horizon, We'll forward towards Warwick and his mates; For well I wot that Henry is no... |
WARWICK: What 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; And many giddy people flock to him. |
KING HENRY VI: Let's levy men, and beat him back again. |
CLARENCE: A little fire is quickly trodden out; Which, being suffer'd, rivers cannot quench. |
WARWICK: In Warwickshire I have true-hearted friends, Not 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, Northampton and in Leicestershire, shalt find ... |
KING HENRY VI: Farewell, my Hector, and my Troy's true hope. |
CLARENCE: In sign of truth, I kiss your highness' hand. |
KING HENRY VI: Well-minded Clarence, be thou fortunate! |
MONTAGUE: Comfort, my lord; and so I take my leave. |
OXFORD: And thus I seal my truth, and bid adieu. |
KING HENRY VI: Sweet Oxford, and my loving Montague, And all at once, once more a happy farewell. |
WARWICK: Farewell, sweet lords: let's meet at Coventry. |
KING HENRY VI: Here at the palace I will rest awhile. Cousin of Exeter, what thinks your lordship? Methinks the power that Edward hath in field Should not be able to encounter mine. |
EXETER: The doubt is that he will seduce the rest. |
KING HENRY VI: That's not my fear; my meed hath got me fame: I have not stopp'd mine ears to their demands, Nor 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 thei... |
EXETER: Hark, hark, my lord! what shouts are these? |
KING EDWARD IV: Seize 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: Now 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 ... |
GLOUCESTER: Away betimes, before his forces join, And take the great-grown traitor unawares: Brave warriors, march amain towards Coventry. 3 KING HENRY VI |
WARWICK: Where is the post that came from valiant Oxford? How far hence is thy lord, mine honest fellow? |
First Messenger: By this at Dunsmore, marching hitherward. |
WARWICK: How far off is our brother Montague? Where is the post that came from Montague? |
Second Messenger: By this at Daintry, with a puissant troop. |
WARWICK: Say, Somerville, what says my loving son? And, by thy guess, how nigh is Clarence now? |
SOMERSET: At Southam I did leave him with his forces, And do expect him here some two hours hence. |
WARWICK: Then Clarence is at hand, I hear his drum. |
SOMERSET: It is not his, my lord; here Southam lies: The drum your honour hears marcheth from Warwick. |
WARWICK: Who should that be? belike, unlook'd-for friends. |
SOMERSET: They are at hand, and you shall quickly know. |
KING EDWARD IV: Go, trumpet, to the walls, and sound a parle. |
GLOUCESTER: See how the surly Warwick mans the wall! |
WARWICK: O unbid spite! is sportful Edward come? Where slept our scouts, or how are they seduced, That we could hear no news of his repair? |
KING EDWARD IV: Now, 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. |
WARWICK: Nay, 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. |
GLOUCESTER: I thought, at least, he would have said the king; Or did he make the jest against his will? |
WARWICK: Is not a dukedom, sir, a goodly gift? |
GLOUCESTER: Ay, 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 IV: Why then 'tis mine, if but by Warwick's gift. |
WARWICK: Thou 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 IV: But Warwick's king is Edward's prisoner: And, gallant Warwick, do but answer this: What is the body when the head is off? |
GLOUCESTER: Alas, that Warwick had no more forecast, But, whiles he thought to steal the single ten, The king was slily finger'd from the deck! You 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. |
GLOUCESTER: Come, Warwick, take the time; kneel down, kneel down: Nay, when? strike now, or else the iron cools. |
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