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twg_000000018800 | natures miracle, Thou art allotted to be taen by me. So doth the swan her downy cygnets save, Keeping them prisoner underneath her wings. Yet, if this servile usage once offend, Go and be free again as Suffolks friend. [_She is going._] O, stay! I have no power to let her pass; My hand would free her, but my heart | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000018801 | says no. As plays the sun upon the glassy streams, Twinkling another counterfeited beam, So seems this gorgeous beauty to mine eyes. Fain would I woo her, yet I dare not speak. Ill call for pen and ink, and write my mind. Fie, de la Pole, disable not thyself; Hast not a tongue? Is she not here? Wilt thou be | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000018802 | daunted at a womans sight? Ay, beautys princely majesty is such Confounds the tongue and makes the senses rough. MARGARET. Say, Earl of Suffolk, if thy name be so, What ransom must I pay before I pass? For I perceive I am thy prisoner. SUFFOLK. How canst thou tell she will deny thy suit, Before thou make a trial of | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000018803 | her love? MARGARET. Why speakst thou not? What ransom must I pay? SUFFOLK. Shes beautiful, and therefore to be wood; She is a woman, therefore to be won. MARGARET. Wilt thou accept of ransom, yea, or no? SUFFOLK. Fond man, remember that thou hast a wife; Then how can Margaret be thy paramour? MARGARET. I were best leave him, for | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000018804 | he will not hear. SUFFOLK. There all is marrd; there lies a cooling card. MARGARET. He talks at random; sure, the man is mad. SUFFOLK. And yet a dispensation may be had. MARGARET. And yet I would that you would answer me. SUFFOLK. Ill win this Lady Margaret. For whom? Why, for my king. Tush, thats a wooden thing! MARGARET. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000018805 | He talks of wood. It is some carpenter. SUFFOLK. Yet so my fancy may be satisfied, And peace established between these realms. But there remains a scruple in that too; For though her father be the King of Naples, Duke of Anjou and Maine, yet is he poor, And our nobility will scorn the match. MARGARET. Hear ye, captain, are | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000018806 | you not at leisure? SUFFOLK. It shall be so, disdain they neer so much. Henry is youthful and will quickly yield. Madam, I have a secret to reveal. MARGARET. What though I be enthralld? He seems a knight, And will not any way dishonour me. SUFFOLK. Lady, vouchsafe to listen what I say. MARGARET. Perhaps I shall be rescued by | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000018807 | the French; And then I need not crave his courtesy. SUFFOLK. Sweet madam, give me hearing in a cause. MARGARET. Tush, women have been captivate ere now. SUFFOLK. Lady, wherefore talk you so? MARGARET. I cry you mercy, tis but _quid_ for _quo_. SUFFOLK. Say, gentle princess, would you not suppose Your bondage happy, to be made a queen? MARGARET. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000018808 | To be a queen in bondage is more vile Than is a slave in base servility; For princes should be free. SUFFOLK. And so shall you, If happy Englands royal king be free. MARGARET. Why, what concerns his freedom unto me? SUFFOLK. Ill undertake to make thee Henrys queen, To put a golden scepter in thy hand And set a | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000018809 | precious crown upon thy head, If thou wilt condescend to be my MARGARET. What? SUFFOLK. His love. MARGARET. I am unworthy to be Henrys wife. SUFFOLK. No, gentle madam, I unworthy am To woo so fair a dame to be his wife, And have no portion in the choice myself. How say you, madam, are ye so content? MARGARET. An | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000018810 | if my father please, I am content. SUFFOLK. Then call our captains and our colours forth. And, madam, at your fathers castle walls Well crave a parley, to confer with him. A parley sounded. Enter Reignier on the walls. See, Reignier, see, thy daughter prisoner! REIGNIER. To whom? SUFFOLK. To me. REIGNIER. Suffolk, what remedy? I am a soldier, and | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000018811 | unapt to weep Or to exclaim on fortunes fickleness. SUFFOLK. Yes, there is remedy enough, my lord: Consent, and for thy honour give consent, Thy daughter shall be wedded to my king, Whom I with pain have wood and won thereto; And this her easy-held imprisonment Hath gaind thy daughter princely liberty. REIGNIER. Speaks Suffolk as he thinks? SUFFOLK. Fair | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000018812 | Margaret knows That Suffolk doth not flatter, face, or feign. REIGNIER. Upon thy princely warrant, I descend To give thee answer of thy just demand. [_Exit from the walls._] SUFFOLK. And here I will expect thy coming. Trumpets sound. Enter Reignier, below. REIGNIER. Welcome, brave earl, into our territories. Command in Anjou what your honour pleases. SUFFOLK. Thanks, Reignier, happy | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000018813 | for so sweet a child, Fit to be made companion with a king. What answer makes your Grace unto my suit? REIGNIER. Since thou dost deign to woo her little worth To be the princely bride of such a lord, Upon condition I may quietly Enjoy mine own, the country Maine and Anjou, Free from oppression or the stroke of | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000018814 | war, My daughter shall be Henrys, if he please. SUFFOLK. That is her ransom; I deliver her; And those two counties I will undertake Your Grace shall well and quietly enjoy. REIGNIER. And I again, in Henrys royal name, As deputy unto that gracious king, Give thee her hand for sign of plighted faith. SUFFOLK. Reignier of France, I give | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000018815 | thee kingly thanks, Because this is in traffic of a king. [_Aside_.] And yet, methinks, I could be well content To be mine own attorney in this case. Ill over then to England with this news, And make this marriage to be solemnized. So, farewell, Reignier; set this diamond safe In golden palaces, as it becomes. REIGNIER. I do embrace | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000018816 | thee as I would embrace The Christian prince, King Henry, were he here. MARGARET. Farewell, my lord; good wishes, praise, and prayers Shall Suffolk ever have of Margaret. [_Going_]. SUFFOLK. Farewell, sweet madam; but hark you, Margaret, No princely commendations to my king? MARGARET. Such commendations as becomes a maid, A virgin and his servant, say to him. SUFFOLK. Words | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000018817 | sweetly placed and modestly directed. But, madam, I must trouble you again: No loving token to his Majesty? MARGARET. Yes, my good lord; a pure unspotted heart, Never yet taint with love, I send the King. SUFFOLK. And this withal. [_Kisses her_.] MARGARET. That for thyself. I will not so presume To send such peevish tokens to a king. [_Exeunt | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000018818 | Reignier and Margaret._] SUFFOLK. O, wert thou for myself! But, Suffolk, stay; Thou mayst not wander in that labyrinth. There Minotaurs and ugly treasons lurk. Solicit Henry with her wondrous praise. Bethink thee on her virtues that surmount, And natural graces that extinguish art; Repeat their semblance often on the seas, That, when thou comst to kneel at Henrys feet, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000018819 | Thou mayst bereave him of his wits with wonder. [_Exit._] SCENE IV. Camp of the Duke of York in Anjou. Enter York, Warwick and others. YORK. Bring forth that sorceress condemnd to burn. Enter La Pucelle, guarded, and a Shepherd. SHEPHERD. Ah, Joan, this kills thy fathers heart outright! Have I sought every country far and near, And, now it | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000018820 | is my chance to find thee out, Must I behold thy timeless cruel death? Ah, Joan, sweet daughter Joan, Ill die with thee! PUCELLE. Decrepit miser, base ignoble wretch! I am descended of a gentler blood. Thou art no father nor no friend of mine. SHEPHERD. Out, out! My lords, as please you, tis not so; I did beget her, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000018821 | all the parish knows. Her mother liveth yet, can testify She was the first fruit of my bachelorship. WARWICK. Graceless, wilt thou deny thy parentage? YORK. This argues what her kind of life hath been, Wicked and vile; and so her death concludes. SHEPHERD. Fie, Joan, that thou wilt be so obstacle! God knows thou art a collop of my | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000018822 | flesh; And for thy sake have I shed many a tear. Deny me not, I prithee, gentle Joan. PUCELLE. Peasant, avaunt! You have subornd this man Of purpose to obscure my noble birth. SHEPHERD. Tis true, I gave a noble to the priest The morn that I was wedded to her mother. Kneel down and take my blessing, good my | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000018823 | girl. Wilt thou not stoop? Now cursed be the time Of thy nativity! I would the milk Thy mother gave thee when thou suckdst her breast Had been a little ratsbane for thy sake! Or else, when thou didst keep my lambs a-field, I wish some ravenous wolf had eaten thee! Dost thou deny thy father, cursed drab? O, burn | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000018824 | her, burn her! Hanging is too good. [_Exit._] YORK. Take her away, for she hath lived too long, To fill the world with vicious qualities. PUCELLE. First, let me tell you whom you have condemnd: Not one begotten of a shepherd swain, But issued from the progeny of kings; Virtuous and holy, chosen from above, By inspiration of celestial grace, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000018825 | To work exceeding miracles on earth. I never had to do with wicked spirits. But you, that are polluted with your lusts, Staind with the guiltless blood of innocents, Corrupt and tainted with a thousand vices, Because you want the grace that others have, You judge it straight a thing impossible To compass wonders but by help of devils. No, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000018826 | misconceived! Joan of Arc hath been A virgin from her tender infancy, Chaste and immaculate in very thought; Whose maiden blood, thus rigorously effused, Will cry for vengeance at the gates of heaven. YORK. Ay, ay; away with her to execution! WARWICK. And hark ye, sirs; because she is a maid, Spare for no faggots, let there be enow. Place | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000018827 | barrels of pitch upon the fatal stake, That so her torture may be shortened. PUCELLE. Will nothing turn your unrelenting hearts? Then, Joan, discover thine infirmity, That warranteth by law to be thy privilege: I am with child, ye bloody homicides. Murder not then the fruit within my womb, Although ye hale me to a violent death. YORK. Now heaven | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000018828 | forfend! The holy maid with child? WARWICK. The greatest miracle that eer ye wrought! Is all your strict preciseness come to this? YORK. She and the Dauphin have been juggling. I did imagine what would be her refuge. WARWICK. Well, go to; well have no bastards live, Especially since Charles must father it. PUCELLE. You are deceived; my child is | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000018829 | none of his. It was Alenon that enjoyd my love. YORK. Alenon, that notorious Machiavel! It dies and if it had a thousand lives. PUCELLE. O, give me leave, I have deluded you. Twas neither Charles nor yet the Duke I named, But Reignier, King of Naples, that prevaild. WARWICK. A married man! Thats most intolerable. YORK. Why, heres a | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000018830 | girl! I think she knows not well There were so manywhom she may accuse. WARWICK. Its sign she hath been liberal and free. YORK. And yet, forsooth, she is a virgin pure! Strumpet, thy words condemn thy brat and thee. Use no entreaty, for it is in vain. PUCELLE. Then lead me hence, with whom I leave my curse: May | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000018831 | never glorious sun reflex his beams Upon the country where you make abode; But darkness and the gloomy shade of death Environ you, till mischief and despair Drive you to break your necks or hang yourselves! [_Exit, guarded._] YORK. Break thou in pieces and consume to ashes, Thou foul accursed minister of hell! Enter Bishop of Winchester as Cardinal, attended. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000018832 | WINCHESTER. Lord Regent, I do greet your Excellence With letters of commission from the King. For know, my lords, the states of Christendom, Moved with remorse of these outrageous broils, Have earnestly implored a general peace Betwixt our nation and the aspiring French; And here at hand the Dauphin and his train Approacheth to confer about some matter. YORK. Is | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000018833 | all our travail turnd to this effect? After the slaughter of so many peers, So many captains, gentlemen and soldiers, That in this quarrel have been overthrown And sold their bodies for their countrys benefit, Shall we at last conclude effeminate peace? Have we not lost most part of all the towns, By treason, falsehood, and by treachery, Our great | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000018834 | progenitors had conquered? O, Warwick, Warwick! I foresee with grief The utter loss of all the realm of France. WARWICK. Be patient, York; if we conclude a peace, It shall be with such strict and severe covenants As little shall the Frenchmen gain thereby. Enter Charles, Alenon, Bastard, Reignier and others. CHARLES. Since, lords of England, it is thus agreed | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000018835 | That peaceful truce shall be proclaimd in France, We come to be informed by yourselves What the conditions of that league must be. YORK. Speak, Winchester, for boiling choler chokes The hollow passage of my poisond voice By sight of these our baleful enemies. WINCHESTER. Charles, and the rest, it is enacted thus: That, in regard King Henry gives consent, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000018836 | Of mere compassion and of lenity, To ease your country of distressful war, And suffer you to breathe in fruitful peace, You shall become true liegemen to his crown. And, Charles, upon condition thou wilt swear To pay him tribute and submit thyself, Thou shalt be placed as viceroy under him, And still enjoy the regal dignity. ALENON. Must he | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000018837 | be then as shadow of himself? Adorn his temples with a coronet, And yet, in substance and authority, Retain but privilege of a private man? This proffer is absurd and reasonless. CHARLES. Tis known already that I am possessd With more than half the Gallian territories, And therein reverenced for their lawful king. Shall I, for lucre of the rest | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000018838 | unvanquishd, Detract so much from that prerogative As to be calld but viceroy of the whole? No, lord ambassador, Ill rather keep That which I have than, coveting for more, Be cast from possibility of all. YORK. Insulting Charles! Hast thou by secret means Used intercession to obtain a league, And, now the matter grows to compromise, Standst thou aloof | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000018839 | upon comparison? Either accept the title thou usurpst, Of benefit proceeding from our king And not of any challenge of desert, Or we will plague thee with incessant wars. REIGNIER. My lord, you do not well in obstinacy To cavil in the course of this contract. If once it be neglected, ten to one We shall not find like opportunity. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000018840 | ALENON. To say the truth, it is your policy To save your subjects from such massacre And ruthless slaughters as are daily seen By our proceeding in hostility; And therefore take this compact of a truce, Although you break it when your pleasure serves. WARWICK. How sayst thou, Charles? Shall our condition stand? CHARLES. It shall; only reservd you claim | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000018841 | no interest In any of our towns of garrison. YORK. Then swear allegiance to his Majesty, As thou art knight, never to disobey Nor be rebellious to the crown of England, Thou, nor thy nobles, to the crown of England. [_Charles and the rest give tokens of fealty._] So, now dismiss your army when ye please; Hang up your ensigns, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000018842 | let your drums be still, For here we entertain a solemn peace. [_Exeunt._] SCENE V. London. The royal palace. Enter Suffolk in conference with the King, Gloucester and Exeter. KING HENRY. Your wondrous rare description, noble earl, Of beauteous Margaret hath astonishd me. Her virtues graced with external gifts Do breed loves settled passions in my heart, And like as | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000018843 | rigor of tempestuous gusts Provokes the mightiest hulk against the tide, So am I driven by breath of her renown Either to suffer shipwreck or arrive Where I may have fruition of her love. SUFFOLK. Tush, my good lord, this superficial tale Is but a preface of her worthy praise; The chief perfections of that lovely dame, Had I sufficient | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000018844 | skill to utter them, Would make a volume of enticing lines, Able to ravish any dull conceit; And, which is more, she is not so divine, So full replete with choice of all delights, But with as humble lowliness of mind She is content to be at your command; Command, I mean, of virtuous chaste intents, To love and honour | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000018845 | Henry as her lord. KING HENRY. And otherwise will Henry neer presume. Therefore, my Lord Protector, give consent That Margaret may be Englands royal queen. GLOUCESTER. So should I give consent to flatter sin. You know, my lord, your Highness is betrothd Unto another lady of esteem. How shall we then dispense with that contract, And not deface your honour | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000018846 | with reproach? SUFFOLK. As doth a ruler with unlawful oaths; Or one that, at a triumph having vowd To try his strength, forsaketh yet the lists By reason of his adversarys odds. A poor earls daughter is unequal odds, And therefore may be broke without offence. GLOUCESTER. Why, what, I pray, is Margaret more than that? Her father is no | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000018847 | better than an earl, Although in glorious titles he excel. SUFFOLK. Yes, my lord, her father is a king, The King of Naples and Jerusalem; And of such great authority in France As his alliance will confirm our peace, And keep the Frenchmen in allegiance. GLOUCESTER. And so the Earl of Armagnac may do, Because he is near kinsman unto | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000018848 | Charles. EXETER. Beside, his wealth doth warrant a liberal dower, Where Reignier sooner will receive than give. SUFFOLK. A dower, my lords? Disgrace not so your king, That he should be so abject, base, and poor, To choose for wealth and not for perfect love. Henry is able to enrich his queen, And not to seek a queen to make | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000018849 | him rich; So worthless peasants bargain for their wives, As market-men for oxen, sheep, or horse. Marriage is a matter of more worth Than to be dealt in by attorneyship; Not whom we will, but whom his Grace affects, Must be companion of his nuptial bed. And therefore, lords, since he affects her most, Most of all these reasons bindeth | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000018850 | us In our opinions she should be preferrd. For what is wedlock forced but a hell, An age of discord and continual strife? Whereas the contrary bringeth bliss, And is a pattern of celestial peace. Whom should we match with Henry, being a king, But Margaret, that is daughter to a king? Her peerless feature, joined with her birth, Approves | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000018851 | her fit for none but for a king; Her valiant courage and undaunted spirit, More than in women commonly is seen, Will answer our hope in issue of a king; For Henry, son unto a conqueror, Is likely to beget more conquerors, If with a lady of so high resolve As is fair Margaret he be linkd in love. Then | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000018852 | yield, my lords; and here conclude with me That Margaret shall be queen, and none but she. KING HENRY. Whether it be through force of your report, My noble Lord of Suffolk, or for that My tender youth was never yet attaint With any passion of inflaming love, I cannot tell; but this I am assured, I feel such sharp | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000018853 | dissension in my breast, Such fierce alarums both of hope and fear, As I am sick with working of my thoughts. Take therefore shipping; post, my lord, to France; Agree to any covenants, and procure That Lady Margaret do vouchsafe to come To cross the seas to England and be crownd King Henrys faithful and anointed queen. For your expenses | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000018854 | and sufficient charge, Among the people gather up a tenth. Be gone, I say; for till you do return, I rest perplexed with a thousand cares. And you, good uncle, banish all offence. If you do censure me by what you were, Not what you are, I know it will excuse This sudden execution of my will. And so conduct | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000018855 | me where, from company, I may revolve and ruminate my grief. [_Exit._] GLOUCESTER. Ay, grief, I fear me, both at first and last. [_Exeunt Gloucester and Exeter._] SUFFOLK. Thus Suffolk hath prevaild; and thus he goes, As did the youthful Paris once to Greece, With hope to find the like event in love, But prosper better than the Troyan did. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000018856 | Margaret shall now be queen, and rule the King; But I will rule both her, the King, and realm. [_Exit._] THE SECOND PART OF KING HENRY THE SIXTH Contents ACT I Scene I. London. The palace Scene II. The Duke of Gloucesters House Scene III. London. The palace Scene IV. Gloucesters Garden ACT II SCENE I. Saint Albans SCENE II. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000018857 | London. The Duke of Yorks Garden SCENE III. A Hall of Justice SCENE IV. A Street ACT III SCENE I. The Abbey at Bury St. Edmunds SCENE II. Bury St. Edmunds. A Room of State SCENE III. A Bedchamber ACT IV SCENE I. The Coast of Kent SCENE II. Blackheath SCENE III. Another part of Blackheath SCENE IV. London. The | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000018858 | Palace SCENE V. London. The Tower SCENE VI. London. Cannon Street SCENE VII. London. Smithfield SCENE VIII. Southwark SCENE IX. Kenilworth Castle SCENE X. Kent. Idens Garden ACT V SCENE I. Fields between Dartford and Blackheath SCENE II. Saint Albans SCENE III. Fields near Saint Albans Dramatis Person KING HENRY THE SIXTH MARGARET, Queen to King Henry Humphrey, Duke of | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000018859 | GLOUCESTER, his uncle ELEANOR, Duchess of Gloucester CARDINAL Beaufort, Bishop of Winchester, great-uncle to the King DUKE OF SOMERSET DUKE OF SUFFOLK DUKE OF BUCKINGHAM LORD CLIFFORD YOUNG CLIFFORD, his son VAUX Richard Plantagenet, Duke of YORK EDWARD and RICHARD, his sons EARL OF SALISBURY EARL OF WARWICK THOMAS HORNER, an armourer PETER THUMP, his man JOHN HUME, a priest | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000018860 | JOHN SOUTHWELL, a priest Margery JOURDAIN, a witch ROGER BOLINGBROKE, a conjurer SIMPCOX, an impostor Wife to Simpcox Mayor of Saint Albans SIR JOHN STANLEY Two Murderers A LIEUTENANT MASTER Masters-Mate Walter WHITMORE Two Gentlemen, prisoners with Suffolk Jack CADE, a rebel George BEVIS John HOLLAND DICK the butcher SMITH the weaver MICHAEL, etc., followers of Cade CLERK of Chartham | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000018861 | SIR HUMPHREY STAFFORD WILLIAM STAFFORD, his brother LORD SCALES LORD SAYE MATTHEW GOUGH Alexander IDEN, a Kentish gentleman Lords, Ladies, and Attendants, Petitioners, Aldermen, a Herald, a Beadle, Sheriff, and Officers, Citizens, Prentices, Falconers, Guards, Soldiers, Messengers, &c. A Spirit SCENE: England. ACT I SCENE I. London. The palace Flourish of trumpets, then hautboys. Enter the King, Gloucester, Salisbury, Warwick, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000018862 | and Cardinal Beaufort on the one side; the Queen, Suffolk, York, Somerset and Buckingham on the other. SUFFOLK. As by your high imperial Majesty I had in charge at my depart for France, As procurator to your excellence, To marry Princess Margaret for your grace, So, in the famous ancient city Tours, In presence of the Kings of France and | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000018863 | Sicil, The Dukes of Orleans, Calaber, Bretagne, and Alenon, Seven earls, twelve barons, and twenty reverend bishops, I have performed my task and was espoused, And humbly now upon my bended knee, In sight of England and her lordly peers, Deliver up my title in the Queen To your most gracious hands, that are the substance Of that great shadow | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000018864 | I did represent: The happiest gift that ever marquess gave, The fairest queen that ever king received. KING HENRY. Suffolk, arise.Welcome, Queen Margaret. I can express no kinder sign of love Than this kind kiss.O Lord, that lends me life, Lend me a heart replete with thankfulness! For Thou hast given me in this beauteous face A world of earthly | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000018865 | blessings to my soul, If sympathy of love unite our thoughts. QUEEN MARGARET. Great King of England and my gracious lord, The mutual conference that my mind hath had By day, by night, waking and in my dreams, In courtly company or at my beads, With you, mine alderliefest sovereign, Makes me the bolder to salute my King With ruder | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000018866 | terms, such as my wit affords And overjoy of heart doth minister. KING HENRY. Her sight did ravish, but her grace in speech, Her words yclad with wisdoms majesty, Makes me from wondering fall to weeping joys, Such is the fulness of my hearts content. Lords, with one cheerful voice welcome my love. ALL. [_Kneeling_.] Long live Queen Margaret, Englands | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000018867 | happiness! QUEEN MARGARET. We thank you all. [_Flourish._] SUFFOLK. My Lord Protector, so it please your grace, Here are the articles of contracted peace Between our sovereign and the French king Charles, For eighteen months concluded by consent. GLOUCESTER. [_Reads_.] Imprimis, _it is agreed between the French king Charles and William de la Pole, Marquess of Suffolk, ambassador for Henry, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000018868 | King of England, that the said Henry shall espouse the Lady Margaret, daughter unto Reignier King of Naples, Sicilia, and Jerusalem, and crown her Queen of England ere the thirtieth of May next ensuing._ Item, _that the duchy of Anjou and the county of Maine shall be released and delivered to the King her father_ [_Lets the paper fall._] KING | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000018869 | HENRY. Uncle, how now? GLOUCESTER. Pardon me, gracious lord. Some sudden qualm hath struck me at the heart And dimmed mine eyes, that I can read no further. KING HENRY. Uncle of Winchester, I pray read on. CARDINAL. [_Reads_.] Item, _it is further agreed between them, that the duchies of Anjou and Maine shall be released and delivered to the | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000018870 | King her father, and she sent over of the King of Englands own proper cost and charges, without having any dowry._ KING HENRY. They please us well.Lord Marquess, kneel down. We here create thee the first Duke of Suffolk, And girt thee with the sword.Cousin of York, We here discharge your grace from being regent I th parts of France, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000018871 | till term of eighteen months Be full expired.Thanks, uncle Winchester, Gloucester, York, Buckingham, Somerset, Salisbury, and Warwick; We thank you all for this great favour done In entertainment to my princely Queen. Come, let us in, and with all speed provide To see her coronation be performed. [_Exeunt King, Queen and Suffolk._] GLOUCESTER. Brave peers of England, pillars of the | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000018872 | state, To you Duke Humphrey must unload his grief, Your grief, the common grief of all the land. What! Did my brother Henry spend his youth, His valour, coin, and people, in the wars? Did he so often lodge in open field, In winters cold and summers parching heat, To conquer France, his true inheritance? And did my brother Bedford | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000018873 | toil his wits To keep by policy what Henry got? Have you yourselves, Somerset, Buckingham, Brave York, Salisbury, and victorious Warwick, Received deep scars in France and Normandy? Or hath mine uncle Beaufort and myself, With all the learned council of the realm, Studied so long, sat in the council house Early and late, debating to and fro How France | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000018874 | and Frenchmen might be kept in awe, And had his highness in his infancy Crowned in Paris in despite of foes? And shall these labours and these honours die? Shall Henrys conquest, Bedfords vigilance, Your deeds of war, and all our counsel die? O peers of England, shameful is this league! Fatal this marriage, cancelling your fame, Blotting your names | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000018875 | from books of memory, Razing the characters of your renown, Defacing monuments of conquered France, Undoing all, as all had never been! CARDINAL. Nephew, what means this passionate discourse, This peroration with such circumstance? For France, tis ours; and we will keep it still. GLOUCESTER. Ay, uncle, we will keep it if we can, But now it is impossible we | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000018876 | should. Suffolk, the new-made duke that rules the roast, Hath given the duchy of Anjou and Maine Unto the poor King Reignier, whose large style Agrees not with the leanness of his purse. SALISBURY. Now, by the death of Him that died for all, These counties were the keys of Normandy! But wherefore weeps Warwick, my valiant son? WARWICK. For | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000018877 | grief that they are past recovery; For, were there hope to conquer them again, My sword should shed hot blood, mine eyes no tears. Anjou and Maine! Myself did win them both, Those provinces these arms of mine did conquer; And are the cities that I got with wounds Delivered up again with peaceful words? _Mort Dieu!_ YORK. For Suffolks | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000018878 | duke, may he be suffocate, That dims the honour of this warlike isle! France should have torn and rent my very heart Before I would have yielded to this league. I never read but Englands kings have had Large sums of gold and dowries with their wives; And our King Henry gives away his own, To match with her that | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000018879 | brings no vantages. GLOUCESTER. A proper jest, and never heard before, That Suffolk should demand a whole fifteenth For costs and charges in transporting her! She should have staid in France, and starved in France, Before CARDINAL. My Lord of Gloucester, now ye grow too hot. It was the pleasure of my lord the King. GLOUCESTER. My Lord of Winchester, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000018880 | I know your mind. Tis not my speeches that you do mislike, But tis my presence that doth trouble ye. Rancour will out. Proud prelate, in thy face I see thy fury. If I longer stay, We shall begin our ancient bickerings. Lordings, farewell; and say, when I am gone, I prophesied France will be lost ere long. [_Exit._] CARDINAL. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000018881 | So, there goes our Protector in a rage. Tis known to you he is mine enemy, Nay, more, an enemy unto you all, And no great friend, I fear me, to the King. Consider, lords, he is the next of blood And heir apparent to the English crown. Had Henry got an empire by his marriage, And all the wealthy | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000018882 | kingdoms of the west, Theres reason he should be displeased at it. Look to it, lords. Let not his smoothing words Bewitch your hearts; be wise and circumspect. What though the common people favour him, Calling him Humphrey, the good Duke of Gloucester, Clapping their hands, and crying with loud voice, Jesu maintain your royal excellence! With God preserve the | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000018883 | good Duke Humphrey! I fear me, lords, for all this flattering gloss, He will be found a dangerous Protector. BUCKINGHAM. Why should he, then, protect our sovereign, He being of age to govern of himself? Cousin of Somerset, join you with me, And all together, with the Duke of Suffolk, Well quickly hoist Duke Humphrey from his seat. CARDINAL. This | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000018884 | weighty business will not brook delay; Ill to the Duke of Suffolk presently. [_Exit._] SOMERSET. Cousin of Buckingham, though Humphreys pride And greatness of his place be grief to us, Yet let us watch the haughty cardinal; His insolence is more intolerable Than all the princes in the land beside. If Gloucester be displaced, hell be Protector. BUCKINGHAM. Or thou | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000018885 | or I, Somerset, will be Protector, Despite Duke Humphrey or the Cardinal. [_Exeunt Buckingham and Somerset._] SALISBURY. Pride went before; Ambition follows him. While these do labour for their own preferment, Behoves it us to labour for the realm. I never saw but Humphrey Duke of Gloucester, Did bear him like a noble gentleman. Oft have I seen the haughty | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000018886 | Cardinal, More like a soldier than a man o th church, As stout and proud as he were lord of all, Swear like a ruffian and demean himself Unlike the ruler of a commonweal. Warwick my son, the comfort of my age, Thy deeds, thy plainness, and thy housekeeping, Hath won the greatest favour of the commons, Excepting none but | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000018887 | good Duke Humphrey. And, brother York, thy acts in Ireland, In bringing them to civil discipline, Thy late exploits done in the heart of France, When thou wert regent for our sovereign, Have made thee feared and honoured of the people. Join we together for the public good, In what we can to bridle and suppress The pride of Suffolk | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000018888 | and the Cardinal, With Somersets and Buckinghams ambition; And, as we may, cherish Duke Humphreys deeds While they do tend the profit of the land. WARWICK. So God help Warwick, as he loves the land And common profit of his country! YORK. And so says York, [_Aside_.] for he hath greatest cause. SALISBURY. Then lets make haste away and look | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000018889 | unto the main. WARWICK. Unto the main! O father, Maine is lost, That Maine which by main force Warwick did win, And would have kept so long as breath did last! Main chance, father, you meant; but I meant Maine, Which I will win from France, or else be slain. [_Exeunt Warwick and Salisbury._] YORK. Anjou and Maine are given | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000018890 | to the French; Paris is lost; the state of Normandy Stands on a tickle point now they are gone. Suffolk concluded on the articles, The peers agreed, and Henry was well pleased To change two dukedoms for a dukes fair daughter. I cannot blame them all. What ist to them? Tis thine they give away, and not their own. Pirates | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000018891 | may make cheap pennyworths of their pillage, And purchase friends, and give to courtesans, Still revelling like lords till all be gone; Whileas the silly owner of the goods Weeps over them, and wrings his hapless hands, And shakes his head, and trembling stands aloof, While all is shared and all is borne away, Ready to starve and dare not | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000018892 | touch his own. So York must sit and fret and bite his tongue, While his own lands are bargained for and sold. Methinks the realms of England, France, and Ireland Bear that proportion to my flesh and blood As did the fatal brand Althaea burnt Unto the princes heart of Calydon. Anjou and Maine both given unto the French! Cold | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000018893 | news for me, for I had hope of France, Even as I have of fertile Englands soil. A day will come when York shall claim his own; And therefore I will take the Nevilles parts, And make a show of love to proud Duke Humphrey, And when I spy advantage, claim the crown, For thats the golden mark I seek | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000018894 | to hit. Nor shall proud Lancaster usurp my right, Nor hold the sceptre in his childish fist, Nor wear the diadem upon his head, Whose church-like humours fits not for a crown. Then, York, be still awhile till time do serve. Watch thou and wake when others be asleep, To pry into the secrets of the state; Till Henry, surfeiting | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000018895 | in joys of love With his new bride and Englands dear-bought Queen, And Humphrey with the peers be fallen at jars. Then will I raise aloft the milk-white rose, With whose sweet smell the air shall be perfumed, And in my standard bear the arms of York, To grapple with the house of Lancaster; And force perforce Ill make him | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000018896 | yield the crown, Whose bookish rule hath pulled fair England down. [_Exit._] SCENE II. The Duke of Gloucesters House Enter Duke Humphrey of Gloucester and his wife Eleanor. ELEANOR. Why droops my lord, like over-ripened corn Hanging the head at Ceres plenteous load? Why doth the great Duke Humphrey knit his brows, As frowning at the favours of the world? | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000018897 | Why are thine eyes fixed to the sullen earth, Gazing on that which seems to dim thy sight? What seest thou there? King Henrys diadem, Enchased with all the honours of the world? If so, gaze on, and grovel on thy face, Until thy head be circled with the same. Put forth thy hand, reach at the glorious gold. What, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000018898 | ist too short? Ill lengthen it with mine; And, having both together heaved it up, Well both together lift our heads to heaven, And never more abase our sight so low As to vouchsafe one glance unto the ground. GLOUCESTER. O Nell, sweet Nell, if thou dost love thy lord, Banish the canker of ambitious thoughts. And may that hour | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000018899 | when I imagine ill Against my King and nephew, virtuous Henry, Be my last breathing in this mortal world! My troublous dreams this night doth make me sad. ELEANOR. What dreamed my lord? Tell me, and Ill requite it With sweet rehearsal of my mornings dream. GLOUCESTER. Methought this staff, mine office-badge in court, Was broke in twain; by whom | 60 | gutenberg |
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