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WARWICK: I 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 IV: Sail how thou canst, have wind and tide thy friend, This hand, fast wound about thy coal-black hair Shall, 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.' |
WARWICK: O cheerful colours! see where Oxford comes! |
OXFORD: Oxford, Oxford, for Lancaster! |
GLOUCESTER: The gates are open, let us enter too. |
KING EDWARD IV: So 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, We'll quickly rouse the traitors in the same. |
WARWICK: O, welcome, Oxford! for we want thy help. |
MONTAGUE: Montague, Montague, for Lancaster! |
GLOUCESTER: Thou and thy brother both shall buy this treason Even with the dearest blood your bodies bear. |
KING EDWARD IV: The harder match'd, the greater victory: My mind presageth happy gain and conquest. |
SOMERSET: Somerset, Somerset, for Lancaster! |
GLOUCESTER: Two of thy name, both Dukes of Somerset, Have sold their lives unto the house of York; And thou shalt be the third if this sword hold. |
WARWICK: And 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! Come, Clarence, come; thou wilt, if Warwick call. |
CLARENCE: Father 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, And set up Lancaster. Why, trow'st thou, Warwick, That Clarence is so harsh, so blunt, unnatural, To bend the fatal instruments of war Against... |
KING EDWARD IV: Now welcome more, and ten times more beloved, Than if thou never hadst deserved our hate. |
GLOUCESTER: Welcome, good Clarence; this is brotherlike. |
WARWICK: O passing traitor, perjured and unjust! |
KING EDWARD IV: What, Warwick, wilt thou leave the town and fight? Or shall we beat the stones about thine ears? |
WARWICK: Alas, I am not coop'd here for defence! I will away towards Barnet presently, And bid thee battle, Edward, if thou darest. |
KING EDWARD IV: Yes, Warwick, Edward dares, and leads the way. Lords, to the field; Saint George and victory! 3 KING HENRY VI |
KING EDWARD IV: So, 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. |
WARWICK: Ah, 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 And, by my fall, the conquest to my foe. Thus yields the cedar to the axe's edge, Whose arms ... |
SOMERSET: Ah, Warwick, Warwick! wert thou as we are. We 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! |
WARWICK: Why, then I would not fly. Ah, Montague, If thou be there, sweet brother, take my hand. And 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. |
SOMERSET: Ah, 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, That mought not be distinguished; but at last I well might hear, delivered with a gr... |
WARWICK: Sweet rest his soul! Fly, lords, and save yourselves; For Warwick bids you all farewell to meet in heaven. |
OXFORD: Away, away, to meet the queen's great power! 3 KING HENRY VI |
KING EDWARD IV: Thus 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, That will encounter with our glorious sun, Ere he attain his easeful western bed: I mean, my lords, those powers that the qu... |
CLARENCE: A 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. |
GLOUCESTER: The queen is valued thirty thousand strong, And 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 IV: We are advertised by our loving friends That they do hold their course toward Tewksbury: We, 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.... |
QUEEN MARGARET: Great 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, And half our sailors swallow'd in the flood? Yet lives our pilot still. Is't meet that he Should leave the helm and lik... |
PRINCE EDWARD: Methinks a woman of this valiant spirit Should, 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 He should have leave to go away betimes, Lest in our need he might... |
OXFORD: Women 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! |
SOMERSET: And 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 MARGARET: Thanks, gentle Somerset; sweet Oxford, thanks. |
PRINCE EDWARD: And take his thanks that yet hath nothing else. |
Messenger: Prepare you, lords, for Edward is at hand. Ready to fight; therefore be resolute. |
OXFORD: I thought no less: it is his policy To haste thus fast, to find us unprovided. |
SOMERSET: But he's deceived; we are in readiness. |
QUEEN MARGARET: This cheers my heart, to see your forwardness. |
OXFORD: Here pitch our battle; hence we will not budge. |
KING EDWARD IV: Brave followers, yonder stands the thorny wood, Which, by the heavens' assistance and your strength, Must by the roots be hewn up yet ere night. I 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 MARGARET: Lords, knights, and gentlemen, what I should say My tears gainsay; for every word I speak, Ye 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 hi... |
KING EDWARD IV: Now 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. |
OXFORD: For my part, I'll not trouble thee with words. |
SOMERSET: Nor I, but stoop with patience to my fortune. |
QUEEN MARGARET: So part we sadly in this troublous world, To meet with joy in sweet Jerusalem. |
KING EDWARD IV: Is proclamation made, that who finds Edward Shall have a high reward, and he his life? |
GLOUCESTER: It is: and lo, where youthful Edward comes! |
KING EDWARD IV: Bring forth the gallant, let us hear him speak. What! can so young a thorn begin to prick? Edward, what satisfaction canst thou make For bearing arms, for stirring up my subjects, And all the trouble thou hast turn'd me to? |
PRINCE EDWARD: Speak like a subject, proud ambitious York! Suppose that I am now my father's mouth; Resign thy chair, and where I stand kneel thou, Whilst I propose the selfsame words to thee, Which traitor, thou wouldst have me answer to. |
QUEEN MARGARET: Ah, that thy father had been so resolved! |
GLOUCESTER: That you might still have worn the petticoat, And ne'er have stol'n the breech from Lancaster. |
PRINCE EDWARD: Let AEsop fable in a winter's night; His currish riddles sort not with this place. |
GLOUCESTER: By heaven, brat, I'll plague ye for that word. |
QUEEN MARGARET: Ay, thou wast born to be a plague to men. |
GLOUCESTER: For God's sake, take away this captive scold. |
PRINCE EDWARD: Nay, take away this scolding crookback rather. |
KING EDWARD IV: Peace, wilful boy, or I will charm your tongue. |
CLARENCE: Untutor'd lad, thou art too malapert. |
PRINCE EDWARD: I know my duty; you are all undutiful: Lascivious Edward, and thou perjured George, And 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 IV: Take that, thou likeness of this railer here. |
GLOUCESTER: Sprawl'st thou? take that, to end thy agony. |
CLARENCE: And there's for twitting me with perjury. |
QUEEN MARGARET: O, kill me too! |
GLOUCESTER: Marry, and shall. |
KING EDWARD IV: Hold, Richard, hold; for we have done too much. |
GLOUCESTER: Why should she live, to fill the world with words? |
KING EDWARD IV: What, doth she swoon? use means for her recovery. |
GLOUCESTER: Clarence, 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. |
CLARENCE: What? what? |
GLOUCESTER: The Tower, the Tower. |
QUEEN MARGARET: O 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, If 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. Wh... |
KING EDWARD IV: Away with her; go, bear her hence perforce. |
QUEEN MARGARET: Nay, never bear me hence, dispatch me here, Here sheathe thy sword, I'll pardon thee my death: What, wilt thou not? then, Clarence, do it thou. |
CLARENCE: By heaven, I will not do thee so much ease. |
QUEEN MARGARET: Good Clarence, do; sweet Clarence, do thou do it. |
CLARENCE: Didst thou not hear me swear I would not do it? |
QUEEN MARGARET: Ay, 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; Petitioners for blood thou ne'er put'st back. |
KING EDWARD IV: Away, I say; I charge ye, bear her hence. |
QUEEN MARGARET: So come to you and yours, as to this Prince! |
KING EDWARD IV: Where's Richard gone? |
CLARENCE: To London, all in post; and, as I guess, To make a bloody supper in the Tower. |
KING EDWARD IV: He'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: By this, I hope, she hath a son for me. 3 KING HENRY VI |
GLOUCESTER: Good day, my lord. What, at your book so hard? |
KING HENRY VI: Ay, my good lord:--my lord, I should say rather; 'Tis sin to flatter; 'good' was little better: 'Good Gloucester' and 'good devil' were alike, And both preposterous; therefore, not 'good lord.' |
GLOUCESTER: Sirrah, leave us to ourselves: we must confer. |
KING HENRY VI: So 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. What scene of death hath Roscius now to act? |
GLOUCESTER: Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind; The thief doth fear each bush an officer. |
KING HENRY VI: The bird that hath been limed in a bush, With trembling wings misdoubteth every bush; And 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. |
GLOUCESTER: Why, what a peevish fool was that of Crete, That taught his son the office of a fowl! An yet, for all his wings, the fool was drown'd. |
KING HENRY VI: I, 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 Whose 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 ca... |
GLOUCESTER: Think'st thou I am an executioner? |
KING HENRY VI: A persecutor, I am sure, thou art: If murdering innocents be executing, Why, then thou art an executioner. |
GLOUCESTER: Thy son I kill'd for his presumption. |
KING HENRY VI: Hadst 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, And many an orphan's water-standing eye-- Men for their sons, wives for thei... |
GLOUCESTER: I'll hear no more: die, prophet in thy speech: For this amongst the rest, was I ordain'd. |
KING HENRY VI: Ay, and for much more slaughter after this. God forgive my sins, and pardon thee! |
GLOUCESTER: What, 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 From those that wish the downfall of our house! If any spark of life be yet remaining, Down, down to hell; and say I sent t... |
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