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History of Henry VI, Part III
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SCENE I. London. The Parliament-house.

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Warwick. I wonder how the king escaped our hands.1.1.1
York. While we pursued the horsemen of the north,1.1.2
        He slily stole away and left his men:1.1.3
        Whereat the great Lord of Northumberland,1.1.4
        Whose warlike ears could never brook retreat,1.1.5
        Cheer'd up the drooping army; and himself,1.1.6
        Lord Clifford and Lord Stafford, all abreast,1.1.7
        Charged our main battle's front, and breaking in1.1.8
        Were by the swords of common soldiers slain.1.1.9
Edward. Lord Stafford's father, Duke of Buckingham,1.1.10
        Is either slain or wounded dangerously;1.1.11
        I cleft his beaver with a downright blow:1.1.12
        That this is true, father, behold his blood.1.1.13
Montague. And, brother, here's the Earl of Wiltshire's blood,1.1.14
        Whom I encounter'd as the battles join'd.1.1.15
Richard. Speak thou for me and tell them what I did.1.1.16
        [Throwing down SOMERSET's head]
York. Richard hath best deserved of all my sons.1.1.17
        But is your grace dead, my Lord of Somerset?1.1.18
Norfolk. Such hope have all the line of John of Gaunt!1.1.19
Richard. Thus do I hope to shake King Henry's head.1.1.20
Warwick. And so do I. Victorious Prince of York,1.1.21
        Before I see thee seated in that throne1.1.22
        Which now the house of Lancaster usurps,1.1.23
        I vow by heaven these eyes shall never close.1.1.24
        This is the palace of the fearful king,1.1.25
        And this the regal seat: possess it, York;1.1.26
        For this is thine and not King Henry's heirs'1.1.27
York. Assist me, then, sweet Warwick, and I will;1.1.28
        For hither we have broken in by force.1.1.29
Norfolk. We'll all assist you; he that flies shall die.1.1.30
York. Thanks, gentle Norfolk: stay by me, my lords;1.1.31
        And, soldiers, stay and lodge by me this night.1.1.32
        [They go up]
Warwick. And when the king comes, offer no violence,1.1.33
        Unless he seek to thrust you out perforce.1.1.34
York. The queen this day here holds her parliament,1.1.35
        But little thinks we shall be of her council:1.1.36
        By words or blows here let us win our right.1.1.37
Richard. Arm'd as we are, let's stay within this house.1.1.38
Warwick. The bloody parliament shall this be call'd,1.1.39
        Unless Plantagenet, Duke of York, be king,1.1.40
        And bashful Henry deposed, whose cowardice1.1.41
        Hath made us by-words to our enemies.1.1.42
York. Then leave me not, my lords; be resolute;1.1.43
        I mean to take possession of my right.1.1.44
Warwick. Neither the king, nor he that loves him best,1.1.45
        The proudest he that holds up Lancaster,1.1.46
        Dares stir a wing, if Warwick shake his bells.1.1.47
        I'll plant Plantagenet, root him up who dares:1.1.48
        Resolve thee, Richard; claim the English crown.1.1.49
King Henry VI. My lords, look where the sturdy rebel sits,1.1.50
        Even in the chair of state: belike he means,1.1.51
        Back'd by the power of Warwick, that false peer,1.1.52
        To aspire unto the crown and reign as king.1.1.53
        Earl of Northumberland, he slew thy father.1.1.54
        And thine, Lord Clifford; and you both have vow'd revenge1.1.55
        On him, his sons, his favourites and his friends.1.1.56
Northumberland. If I be not, heavens be revenged on me!1.1.57
Clifford. The hope thereof makes Clifford mourn in steel.1.1.58
Westmoreland. What, shall we suffer this? let's pluck him down:1.1.59
        My heart for anger burns; I cannot brook it.1.1.60
King Henry VI. Be patient, gentle Earl of Westmoreland.1.1.61
Clifford. Patience is for poltroons, such as he:1.1.62
        He durst not sit there, had your father lived.1.1.63
        My gracious lord, here in the parliament1.1.64
        Let us assail the family of York.1.1.65
Northumberland. Well hast thou spoken, cousin: be it so.1.1.66
King Henry VI. Ah, know you not the city favours them,1.1.67
        And they have troops of soldiers at their beck?1.1.68
Exeter. But when the duke is slain, they'll quickly fly.1.1.69
King Henry VI. Far be the thought of this from Henry's heart,1.1.70
        To make a shambles of the parliament-house!1.1.71
        Cousin of Exeter, frowns, words and threats1.1.72
        Shall be the war that Henry means to use.1.1.73
        Thou factious Duke of York, descend my throne,1.1.74
        and kneel for grace and mercy at my feet;1.1.75
        I am thy sovereign.1.1.76
York. I am thine.1.1.77
Exeter. For shame, come down: he made thee Duke of York.1.1.78
York. 'Twas my inheritance, as the earldom was.1.1.79
Exeter. Thy father was a traitor to the crown.1.1.80
Warwick. Exeter, thou art a traitor to the crown1.1.81
        In following this usurping Henry.1.1.82
Clifford. Whom should he follow but his natural king?1.1.83
Warwick. True, Clifford; and that's Richard Duke of York.1.1.84
King Henry VI. And shall I stand, and thou sit in my throne?1.1.85
York. It must and shall be so: content thyself.1.1.86
Warwick. Be Duke of Lancaster; let him be king.1.1.87
Westmoreland. He is both king and Duke of Lancaster;1.1.88
        And that the Lord of Westmoreland shall maintain.1.1.89
Warwick. And Warwick shall disprove it. You forget1.1.90
        That we are those which chased you from the field1.1.91
        And slew your fathers, and with colours spread1.1.92
        March'd through the city to the palace gates.1.1.93
Northumberland. Yes, Warwick, I remember it to my grief;1.1.94
        And, by his soul, thou and thy house shall rue it.1.1.95
Westmoreland. Plantagenet, of thee and these thy sons,1.1.96
        Thy kinsman and thy friends, I'll have more lives1.1.97
        Than drops of blood were in my father's veins.1.1.98
Clifford. Urge it no more; lest that, instead of words,1.1.99
        I send thee, Warwick, such a messenger1.1.100
        As shall revenge his death before I stir.1.1.101
Warwick. Poor Clifford! how I scorn his worthless threats!1.1.102
York. Will you we show our title to the crown?1.1.103
        If not, our swords shall plead it in the field.1.1.104
King Henry VI. What title hast thou, traitor, to the crown?1.1.105
        Thy father was, as thou art, Duke of York;1.1.106
        Thy grandfather, Roger Mortimer, Earl of March:1.1.107
        I am the son of Henry the Fifth,1.1.108
        Who made the Dauphin and the French to stoop1.1.109
        And seized upon their towns and provinces.1.1.110
Warwick. Talk not of France, sith thou hast lost it all.1.1.111
King Henry VI. The lord protector lost it, and not I:1.1.112
        When I was crown'd I was but nine months old.1.1.113
Richard. You are old enough now, and yet, methinks, you lose.1.1.114
        Father, tear the crown from the usurper's head.1.1.115
Edward. Sweet father, do so; set it on your head.1.1.116
Montague. Good brother, as thou lovest and honourest arms,1.1.117
        Let's fight it out and not stand cavilling thus.1.1.118
Richard. Sound drums and trumpets, and the king will fly.1.1.119
York. Sons, peace!1.1.120
King Henry VI. Peace, thou! and give King Henry leave to speak.1.1.121
Warwick. Plantagenet shall speak first: hear him, lords;1.1.122
        And be you silent and attentive too,1.1.123
        For he that interrupts him shall not live.1.1.124
King Henry VI. Think'st thou that I will leave my kingly throne,1.1.125
        Wherein my grandsire and my father sat?1.1.126
        No: first shall war unpeople this my realm;1.1.127
        Ay, and their colours, often borne in France,1.1.128
        And now in England to our heart's great sorrow,1.1.129
        Shall be my winding-sheet. Why faint you, lords?1.1.130
        My title's good, and better far than his.1.1.131
Warwick. Prove it, Henry, and thou shalt be king.1.1.132
King Henry VI. Henry the Fourth by conquest got the crown.1.1.133
York. 'Twas by rebellion against his king.1.1.134
King Henry VI. [Aside] I know not what to say; my title's weak.--1.1.135
        Tell me, may not a king adopt an heir?1.1.136
York. What then?1.1.137
King Henry VI. An if he may, then am I lawful king;1.1.138
        For Richard, in the view of many lords,1.1.139
        Resign'd the crown to Henry the Fourth,1.1.140
        Whose heir my father was, and I am his.1.1.141
York. He rose against him, being his sovereign,1.1.142
        And made him to resign his crown perforce.1.1.143
Warwick. Suppose, my lords, he did it unconstrain'd,1.1.144
        Think you 'twere prejudicial to his crown?1.1.145
Exeter. No; for he could not so resign his crown1.1.146
        But that the next heir should succeed and reign.1.1.147
King Henry VI. Art thou against us, Duke of Exeter?1.1.148
Exeter. His is the right, and therefore pardon me.1.1.149
York. Why whisper you, my lords, and answer not?1.1.150
Exeter. My conscience tells me he is lawful king.1.1.151
King Henry VI. [Aside] All will revolt from me, and turn to him.1.1.152
Northumberland. Plantagenet, for all the claim thou lay'st,1.1.153
        Think not that Henry shall be so deposed.1.1.154
Warwick. Deposed he shall be, in despite of all.1.1.155
Northumberland. Thou art deceived: 'tis not thy southern power,1.1.156
        Of Essex, Norfolk, Suffolk, nor of Kent,1.1.157
        Which makes thee thus presumptuous and proud,1.1.158
        Can set the duke up in despite of me.1.1.159
Clifford. King Henry, be thy title right or wrong,1.1.160
        Lord Clifford vows to fight in thy defence:1.1.161
        May that ground gape and swallow me alive,1.1.162
        Where I shall kneel to him that slew my father!1.1.163
King Henry VI. O Clifford, how thy words revive my heart!1.1.164
York. Henry of Lancaster, resign thy crown.1.1.165
        What mutter you, or what conspire you, lords?1.1.166
Warwick. Do right unto this princely Duke of York,1.1.167
        Or I will fill the house with armed men,1.1.168
        And over the chair of state, where now he sits,1.1.169
        Write up his title with usurping blood.1.1.170
        [He stamps with his foot and the soldiers show themselves]
King Henry VI. My Lord of Warwick, hear me but one word:1.1.171
        Let me for this my life-time reign as king.1.1.172
York. Confirm the crown to me and to mine heirs,1.1.173
        And thou shalt reign in quiet while thou livest.1.1.174
King Henry VI. I am content: Richard Plantagenet,1.1.175
        Enjoy the kingdom after my decease.1.1.176
Clifford. What wrong is this unto the prince your son!1.1.177
Warwick. What good is this to England and himself!1.1.178
Westmoreland. Base, fearful and despairing Henry!1.1.179
Clifford. How hast thou injured both thyself and us!1.1.180
Westmoreland. I cannot stay to hear these articles.1.1.181
Northumberland. Nor I.1.1.182
Clifford. Come, cousin, let us tell the queen these news.1.1.183
Westmoreland. Farewell, faint-hearted and degenerate king,1.1.184
        In whose cold blood no spark of honour bides.1.1.185
Northumberland. Be thou a prey unto the house of York,1.1.186
        And die in bands for this unmanly deed!1.1.187
Clifford. In dreadful war mayst thou be overcome,1.1.188
        Or live in peace abandon'd and despised!1.1.189
Warwick. Turn this way, Henry, and regard them not.1.1.190
Exeter. They seek revenge and therefore will not yield.1.1.191
King Henry VI. Ah, Exeter!1.1.192
Warwick. Why should you sigh, my lord?1.1.193
King Henry VI. Not for myself, Lord Warwick, but my son,1.1.194
        Whom I unnaturally shall disinherit.1.1.195
        But be it as it may: I here entail1.1.196
        The crown to thee and to thine heirs for ever;1.1.197
        Conditionally, that here thou take an oath1.1.198
        To cease this civil war, and, whilst I live,1.1.199
        To honour me as thy king and sovereign,1.1.200
        And neither by treason nor hostility1.1.201
        To seek to put me down and reign thyself.1.1.202
York. This oath I willingly take and will perform.1.1.203
Warwick. Long live King Henry! Plantagenet embrace him.1.1.204
King Henry VI. And long live thou and these thy forward sons!1.1.205
York. Now York and Lancaster are reconciled.1.1.206
Exeter. Accursed be he that seeks to make them foes!1.1.207
        [Sennet. Here they come down]
York. Farewell, my gracious lord; I'll to my castle.1.1.208
Warwick. And I'll keep London with my soldiers.1.1.209
Norfolk. And I to Norfolk with my followers.1.1.210
Montague. And I unto the sea from whence I came.1.1.211
        [Exeunt YORK, EDWARD, EDMUND, GEORGE, RICHARD, WARWICK, NORFOLK, MONTAGUE, their Soldiers, and Attendants]
King Henry VI. And I, with grief and sorrow, to the court.1.1.212
Exeter. Here comes the queen, whose looks bewray her anger:1.1.213
        I'll steal away.1.1.214
King Henry VI. Exeter, so will I.1.1.215
Queen Margaret. Nay, go not from me; I will follow thee.1.1.216
King Henry VI. Be patient, gentle queen, and I will stay.1.1.217
Queen Margaret. Who can be patient in such extremes?1.1.218
        Ah, wretched man! would I had died a maid1.1.219
        And never seen thee, never borne thee son,1.1.220
        Seeing thou hast proved so unnatural a father1.1.221
        Hath he deserved to lose his birthright thus?1.1.222
        Hadst thou but loved him half so well as I,1.1.223
        Or felt that pain which I did for him once,1.1.224
        Or nourish'd him as I did with my blood,1.1.225
        Thou wouldst have left thy dearest heart-blood there,1.1.226
        Rather than have that savage duke thine heir1.1.227
        And disinherited thine only son.1.1.228
Prince Edward. Father, you cannot disinherit me:1.1.229
        If you be king, why should not I succeed?1.1.230
King Henry VI. Pardon me, Margaret; pardon me, sweet son:1.1.231
        The Earl of Warwick and the duke enforced me.1.1.232
Queen Margaret. Enforced thee! art thou king, and wilt be forced?1.1.233
        I shame to hear thee speak. Ah, timorous wretch!1.1.234
        Thou hast undone thyself, thy son and me;1.1.235
        And given unto the house of York such head1.1.236
        As thou shalt reign but by their sufferance.1.1.237
        To entail him and his heirs unto the crown,1.1.238
        What is it, but to make thy sepulchre1.1.239
        And creep into it far before thy time?1.1.240
        Warwick is chancellor and the lord of Calais;1.1.241
        Stern Falconbridge commands the narrow seas;1.1.242
        The duke is made protector of the realm;1.1.243
        And yet shalt thou be safe? such safety finds1.1.244
        The trembling lamb environed with wolves.1.1.245
        Had I been there, which am a silly woman,1.1.246
        The soldiers should have toss'd me on their pikes1.1.247
        Before I would have granted to that act.1.1.248
        But thou preferr'st thy life before thine honour:1.1.249
        And seeing thou dost, I here divorce myself1.1.250
        Both from thy table, Henry, and thy bed,1.1.251
        Until that act of parliament be repeal'd1.1.252
        Whereby my son is disinherited.1.1.253
        The northern lords that have forsworn thy colours1.1.254
        Will follow mine, if once they see them spread;1.1.255
        And spread they shall be, to thy foul disgrace1.1.256
        And utter ruin of the house of York.1.1.257
        Thus do I leave thee. Come, son, let's away;1.1.258
        Our army is ready; come, we'll after them.1.1.259
King Henry VI. Stay, gentle Margaret, and hear me speak.1.1.260
Queen Margaret. Thou hast spoke too much already: get thee gone.1.1.261
King Henry VI. Gentle son Edward, thou wilt stay with me?1.1.262
Queen Margaret. Ay, to be murder'd by his enemies.1.1.263
Prince Edward. When I return with victory from the field1.1.264
        I'll see your grace: till then I'll follow her.1.1.265
Queen Margaret. Come, son, away; we may not linger thus.1.1.266
King Henry VI. Poor queen! how love to me and to her son1.1.267
        Hath made her break out into terms of rage!1.1.268
        Revenged may she be on that hateful duke,1.1.269
        Whose haughty spirit, winged with desire,1.1.270
        Will cost my crown, and like an empty eagle1.1.271
        Tire on the flesh of me and of my son!1.1.272
        The loss of those three lords torments my heart:1.1.273
        I'll write unto them and entreat them fair.1.1.274
        Come, cousin you shall be the messenger.1.1.275
Exeter. And I, I hope, shall reconcile them all.1.1.276

SCENE II. Sandal Castle.

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Richard. Brother, though I be youngest, give me leave.1.2.1
Edward. No, I can better play the orator.1.2.2
Montague. But I have reasons strong and forcible.1.2.3
        [Enter YORK]
York. Why, how now, sons and brother! at a strife?1.2.4
        What is your quarrel? how began it first?1.2.5
Edward. No quarrel, but a slight contention.1.2.6
York. About what?1.2.7
Richard. About that which concerns your grace and us;1.2.8
        The crown of England, father, which is yours.1.2.9
York. Mine boy? not till King Henry be dead.1.2.10
Richard. Your right depends not on his life or death.1.2.11
Edward. Now you are heir, therefore enjoy it now:1.2.12
        By giving the house of Lancaster leave to breathe,1.2.13
        It will outrun you, father, in the end.1.2.14
York. I took an oath that he should quietly reign.1.2.15
Edward. But for a kingdom any oath may be broken:1.2.16
        I would break a thousand oaths to reign one year.1.2.17
Richard. No; God forbid your grace should be forsworn.1.2.18
York. I shall be, if I claim by open war.1.2.19
Richard. I'll prove the contrary, if you'll hear me speak.1.2.20
York. Thou canst not, son; it is impossible.1.2.21
Richard. An oath is of no moment, being not took1.2.22
        Before a true and lawful magistrate,1.2.23
        That hath authority over him that swears:1.2.24
        Henry had none, but did usurp the place;1.2.25
        Then, seeing 'twas he that made you to depose,1.2.26
        Your oath, my lord, is vain and frivolous.1.2.27
        Therefore, to arms! And, father, do but think1.2.28
        How sweet a thing it is to wear a crown;1.2.29
        Within whose circuit is Elysium1.2.30
        And all that poets feign of bliss and joy.1.2.31
        Why do we finger thus? I cannot rest1.2.32
        Until the white rose that I wear be dyed1.2.33
        Even in the lukewarm blood of Henry's heart.1.2.34
York. Richard, enough; I will be king, or die.1.2.35
        Brother, thou shalt to London presently,1.2.36
        And whet on Warwick to this enterprise.1.2.37
        Thou, Richard, shalt to the Duke of Norfolk,1.2.38
        And tell him privily of our intent.1.2.39
        You Edward, shall unto my Lord Cobham,1.2.40
        With whom the Kentishmen will willingly rise:1.2.41
        In them I trust; for they are soldiers,1.2.42
        Witty, courteous, liberal, full of spirit.1.2.43
        While you are thus employ'd, what resteth more,1.2.44
        But that I seek occasion how to rise,1.2.45
        And yet the king not privy to my drift,1.2.46
        Nor any of the house of Lancaster?1.2.47
        [Enter a Messenger]
        But, stay: what news? Why comest thou in such post?1.2.48
Messenger. The queen with all the northern earls and lords1.2.49
        Intend here to besiege you in your castle:1.2.50
        She is hard by with twenty thousand men;1.2.51
        And therefore fortify your hold, my lord.1.2.52
York. Ay, with my sword. What! think'st thou that we fear them?1.2.53
        Edward and Richard, you shall stay with me;1.2.54
        My brother Montague shall post to London:1.2.55
        Let noble Warwick, Cobham, and the rest,1.2.56
        Whom we have left protectors of the king,1.2.57
        With powerful policy strengthen themselves,1.2.58
        And trust not simple Henry nor his oaths.1.2.59
Montague. Brother, I go; I'll win them, fear it not:1.2.60
        And thus most humbly I do take my leave.1.2.61
        Sir John and Sir Hugh Mortimer, mine uncles,1.2.62
        You are come to Sandal in a happy hour;1.2.63
        The army of the queen mean to besiege us.1.2.64
John Mortimer. She shall not need; we'll meet her in the field.1.2.65
York. What, with five thousand men?1.2.66
Richard. Ay, with five hundred, father, for a need:1.2.67
        A woman's general; what should we fear?1.2.68
        [A march afar off]
Edward. I hear their drums: let's set our men in order,1.2.69
        And issue forth and bid them battle straight.1.2.70
York. Five men to twenty! though the odds be great,1.2.71
        I doubt not, uncle, of our victory.1.2.72
        Many a battle have I won in France,1.2.73
        When as the enemy hath been ten to one:1.2.74
        Why should I not now have the like success?1.2.75
        [Alarum. Exeunt]

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

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[Alarums. Enter RUTLAND and his Tutor]
Rutland. Ah, whither shall I fly to 'scape their hands?1.3.1
        Ah, tutor, look where bloody Clifford comes!1.3.2
        [Enter CLIFFORD and Soldiers]
Clifford. Chaplain, away! thy priesthood saves thy life.1.3.3
        As for the brat of this accursed duke,1.3.4
        Whose father slew my father, he shall die.1.3.5
Tutor. And I, my lord, will bear him company.1.3.6
Clifford. Soldiers, away with him!1.3.7
Tutor. Ah, Clifford, murder not this innocent child,1.3.8
        Lest thou be hated both of God and man!1.3.9
        [Exit, dragged off by Soldiers
Clifford. How now! is he dead already? or is it fear1.3.10
        That makes him close his eyes? I'll open them.1.3.11
Rutland. So looks the pent-up lion o'er the wretch1.3.12
        That trembles under his devouring paws;1.3.13
        And so he walks, insulting o'er his prey,1.3.14
        And so he comes, to rend his limbs asunder.1.3.15
        Ah, gentle Clifford, kill me with thy sword,1.3.16
        And not with such a cruel threatening look.1.3.17
        Sweet Clifford, hear me speak before I die.1.3.18
        I am too mean a subject for thy wrath:1.3.19
        Be thou revenged on men, and let me live.1.3.20
Clifford. In vain thou speak'st, poor boy; my father's blood1.3.21
        Hath stopp'd the passage where thy words should enter.1.3.22
Rutland. Then let my father's blood open it again:1.3.23
        He is a man, and, Clifford, cope with him.1.3.24
Clifford. Had thy brethren here, their lives and thine1.3.25
        Were not revenge sufficient for me;1.3.26
        No, if I digg'd up thy forefathers' graves1.3.27
        And hung their rotten coffins up in chains,1.3.28
        It could not slake mine ire, nor ease my heart.1.3.29
        The sight of any of the house of York1.3.30
        Is as a fury to torment my soul;1.3.31
        And till I root out their accursed line1.3.32
        And leave not one alive, I live in hell.1.3.33
        [Lifting his hand]
Rutland. O, let me pray before I take my death!1.3.35
        To thee I pray; sweet Clifford, pity me!1.3.36
Clifford. Such pity as my rapier's point affords.1.3.37
Rutland. I never did thee harm: why wilt thou slay me?1.3.38
Clifford. Thy father hath.1.3.39
Rutland. But 'twas ere I was born.1.3.40
        Thou hast one son; for his sake pity me,1.3.41
        Lest in revenge thereof, sith God is just,1.3.42
        He be as miserably slain as I.1.3.43
        Ah, let me live in prison all my days;1.3.44
        And when I give occasion of offence,1.3.45
        Then let me die, for now thou hast no cause.1.3.46
Clifford. No cause!1.3.47
        Thy father slew my father; therefore, die.1.3.48
        [Stabs him]
Rutland. Di faciant laudis summa sit ista tuae!1.3.49
Clifford. Plantagenet! I come, Plantagenet!1.3.50
        And this thy son's blood cleaving to my blade1.3.51
        Shall rust upon my weapon, till thy blood,1.3.52
        Congeal'd with this, do make me wipe off both.1.3.53

SCENE IV. Another part of the field.

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[Alarum. Enter YORK]
York. The army of the queen hath got the field:1.4.1
        My uncles both are slain in rescuing me;1.4.2
        And all my followers to the eager foe1.4.3
        Turn back and fly, like ships before the wind1.4.4
        Or lambs pursued by hunger-starved wolves.1.4.5
        My sons, God knows what hath bechanced them:1.4.6
        But this I know, they have demean'd themselves1.4.7
        Like men born to renown by life or death.1.4.8
        Three times did Richard make a lane to me.1.4.9
        And thrice cried 'Courage, father! fight it out!'1.4.10
        And full as oft came Edward to my side,1.4.11
        With purple falchion, painted to the hilt1.4.12
        In blood of those that had encounter'd him:1.4.13
        And when the hardiest warriors did retire,1.4.14
        Richard cried 'Charge! and give no foot of ground!'1.4.15
        And cried 'A crown, or else a glorious tomb!1.4.16
        A sceptre, or an earthly sepulchre!'1.4.17
        With this, we charged again: but, out, alas!1.4.18
        We bodged again; as I have seen a swan1.4.19
        With bootless labour swim against the tide1.4.20
        And spend her strength with over-matching waves.1.4.21
        [A short alarum within]
        Ah, hark! the fatal followers do pursue;1.4.22
        And I am faint and cannot fly their fury:1.4.23
        And were I strong, I would not shun their fury:1.4.24
        The sands are number'd that make up my life;1.4.25
        Here must I stay, and here my life must end.1.4.26
        Come, bloody Clifford, rough Northumberland,1.4.27
        I dare your quenchless fury to more rage:1.4.28
        I am your butt, and I abide your shot.1.4.29
Northumberland. Yield to our mercy, proud Plantagenet.1.4.30
Clifford. Ay, to such mercy as his ruthless arm,1.4.31
        With downright payment, show'd unto my father.1.4.32
        Now Phaethon hath tumbled from his car,1.4.33
        And made an evening at the noontide prick.1.4.34
York. My ashes, as the phoenix, may bring forth1.4.35
        A bird that will revenge upon you all:1.4.36
        And in that hope I throw mine eyes to heaven,1.4.37
        Scorning whate'er you can afflict me with.1.4.38
        Why come you not? what! multitudes, and fear?1.4.39
Clifford. So cowards fight when they can fly no further;1.4.40
        So doves do peck the falcon's piercing talons;1.4.41
        So desperate thieves, all hopeless of their lives,1.4.42
        Breathe out invectives 'gainst the officers.1.4.43
York. O Clifford, but bethink thee once again,1.4.44
        And in thy thought o'er-run my former time;1.4.45
        And, if though canst for blushing, view this face,1.4.46
        And bite thy tongue, that slanders him with cowardice1.4.47
        Whose frown hath made thee faint and fly ere this!1.4.48
Clifford. I will not bandy with thee word for word,1.4.49
        But buckle with thee blows, twice two for one.1.4.50
Queen Margaret. Hold, valiant Clifford! for a thousand causes1.4.51
        I would prolong awhile the traitor's life.1.4.52
        Wrath makes him deaf: speak thou, Northumberland.1.4.53
Northumberland. Hold, Clifford! do not honour him so much1.4.54
        To prick thy finger, though to wound his heart:1.4.55
        What valour were it, when a cur doth grin,1.4.56
        For one to thrust his hand between his teeth,1.4.57
        When he might spurn him with his foot away?1.4.58
        It is war's prize to take all vantages;1.4.59
        And ten to one is no impeach of valour.1.4.60
        [They lay hands on YORK, who struggles]
Clifford. Ay, ay, so strives the woodcock with the gin.1.4.61
Northumberland. So doth the cony struggle in the net.1.4.62
York. So triumph thieves upon their conquer'd booty;1.4.63
        So true men yield, with robbers so o'ermatch'd.1.4.64
Northumberland. What would your grace have done unto him now?1.4.65
Queen Margaret. Brave warriors, Clifford and Northumberland,1.4.66
        Come, make him stand upon this molehill here,1.4.67
        That raught at mountains with outstretched arms,1.4.68
        Yet parted but the shadow with his hand.1.4.69
        What! was it you that would be England's king?1.4.70
        Was't you that revell'd in our parliament,1.4.71
        And made a preachment of your high descent?1.4.72
        Where are your mess of sons to back you now?1.4.73
        The wanton Edward, and the lusty George?1.4.74
        And where's that valiant crook-back prodigy,1.4.75
        Dicky your boy, that with his grumbling voice1.4.76
        Was wont to cheer his dad in mutinies?1.4.77
        Or, with the rest, where is your darling Rutland?1.4.78
        Look, York: I stain'd this napkin with the blood1.4.79
        That valiant Clifford, with his rapier's point,1.4.80
        Made issue from the bosom of the boy;1.4.81
        And if thine eyes can water for his death,1.4.82
        I give thee this to dry thy cheeks withal.1.4.83
        Alas poor York! but that I hate thee deadly,1.4.84
        I should lament thy miserable state.1.4.85
        I prithee, grieve, to make me merry, York.1.4.86
        What, hath thy fiery heart so parch'd thine entrails1.4.87
        That not a tear can fall for Rutland's death?1.4.88
        Why art thou patient, man? thou shouldst be mad;1.4.89
        And I, to make thee mad, do mock thee thus.1.4.90
        Stamp, rave, and fret, that I may sing and dance.1.4.91
        Thou wouldst be fee'd, I see, to make me sport:1.4.92
        York cannot speak, unless he wear a crown.1.4.93
        A crown for York! and, lords, bow low to him:1.4.94
        Hold you his hands, whilst I do set it on.1.4.95
        [Putting a paper crown on his head]
        Ay, marry, sir, now looks he like a king!1.4.96
        Ay, this is he that took King Henry's chair,1.4.97
        And this is he was his adopted heir.1.4.98
        But how is it that great Plantagenet1.4.99
        Is crown'd so soon, and broke his solemn oath?1.4.100
        As I bethink me, you should not be king1.4.101
        Till our King Henry had shook hands with death.1.4.102
        And will you pale your head in Henry's glory,1.4.103
        And rob his temples of the diadem,1.4.104
        Now in his life, against your holy oath?1.4.105
        O, 'tis a fault too too unpardonable!1.4.106
        Off with the crown, and with the crown his head;1.4.107
        And, whilst we breathe, take time to do him dead.1.4.108
Clifford. That is my office, for my father's sake.1.4.109
Queen Margaret. Nay, stay; lets hear the orisons he makes.1.4.110
York. She-wolf of France, but worse than wolves of France,1.4.111
        Whose tongue more poisons than the adder's tooth!1.4.112
        How ill-beseeming is it in thy sex1.4.113
        To triumph, like an Amazonian trull,1.4.114
        Upon their woes whom fortune captivates!1.4.115
        But that thy face is, vizard-like, unchanging,1.4.116
        Made impudent with use of evil deeds,1.4.117
        I would assay, proud queen, to make thee blush.1.4.118
        To tell thee whence thou camest, of whom derived,1.4.119
        Were shame enough to shame thee, wert thou not shameless.1.4.120
        Thy father bears the type of King of Naples,1.4.121
        Of both the Sicils and Jerusalem,1.4.122
        Yet not so wealthy as an English yeoman.1.4.123
        Hath that poor monarch taught thee to insult?1.4.124
        It needs not, nor it boots thee not, proud queen,1.4.125
        Unless the adage must be verified,1.4.126
        That beggars mounted run their horse to death.1.4.127
        'Tis beauty that doth oft make women proud;1.4.128
        But, God he knows, thy share thereof is small:1.4.129
        'Tis virtue that doth make them most admired;1.4.130
        The contrary doth make thee wonder'd at:1.4.131
        'Tis government that makes them seem divine;1.4.132
        The want thereof makes thee abominable:1.4.133
        Thou art as opposite to every good1.4.134
        As the Antipodes are unto us,1.4.135
        Or as the south to the septentrion.1.4.136
        O tiger's heart wrapt in a woman's hide!1.4.137
        How couldst thou drain the life-blood of the child,1.4.138
        To bid the father wipe his eyes withal,1.4.139
        And yet be seen to bear a woman's face?1.4.140
        Women are soft, mild, pitiful and flexible;1.4.141
        Thou stern, obdurate, flinty, rough, remorseless.1.4.142
        Bids't thou me rage? why, now thou hast thy wish:1.4.143
        Wouldst have me weep? why, now thou hast thy will:1.4.144
        For raging wind blows up incessant showers,1.4.145
        And when the rage allays, the rain begins.1.4.146
        These tears are my sweet Rutland's obsequies:1.4.147
        And every drop cries vengeance for his death,1.4.148
        'Gainst thee, fell Clifford, and thee, false1.4.149
Northumberland. Beshrew me, but his passion moves me so1.4.151
        That hardly can I cheque my eyes from tears.1.4.152
York. That face of his the hungry cannibals1.4.153
        Would not have touch'd, would not have stain'd with blood:1.4.154
        But you are more inhuman, more inexorable,1.4.155
        O, ten times more, than tigers of Hyrcania.1.4.156
        See, ruthless queen, a hapless father's tears:1.4.157
        This cloth thou dip'dst in blood of my sweet boy,1.4.158
        And I with tears do wash the blood away.1.4.159
        Keep thou the napkin, and go boast of this:1.4.160
        And if thou tell'st the heavy story right,1.4.161
        Upon my soul, the hearers will shed tears;1.4.162
        Yea even my foes will shed fast-falling tears,1.4.163
        And say 'Alas, it was a piteous deed!'1.4.164
        There, take the crown, and, with the crown, my curse;1.4.165
        And in thy need such comfort come to thee1.4.166
        As now I reap at thy too cruel hand!1.4.167
        Hard-hearted Clifford, take me from the world:1.4.168
        My soul to heaven, my blood upon your heads!1.4.169
Northumberland. Had he been slaughter-man to all my kin,1.4.170
        I should not for my life but weep with him.1.4.171
        To see how inly sorrow gripes his soul.1.4.172
Queen Margaret. What, weeping-ripe, my Lord Northumberland?1.4.173
        Think but upon the wrong he did us all,1.4.174
        And that will quickly dry thy melting tears.1.4.175
Clifford. Here's for my oath, here's for my father's death.1.4.176
        [Stabbing him]
Queen Margaret. And here's to right our gentle-hearted king.1.4.177
        [Stabbing him]
York. Open Thy gate of mercy, gracious God!1.4.178
        My soul flies through these wounds to seek out Thee.1.4.179
Queen Margaret. Off with his head, and set it on York gates;1.4.180
        So York may overlook the town of York.1.4.181
        [Flourish. Exeunt]


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

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[A march. Enter EDWARD, RICHARD, and their power]
Edward. I wonder how our princely father 'scaped,2.1.1
        Or whether he be 'scaped away or no2.1.2
        From Clifford's and Northumberland's pursuit:2.1.3
        Had he been ta'en, we should have heard the news;2.1.4
        Had he been slain, we should have heard the news;2.1.5
        Or had he 'scaped, methinks we should have heard2.1.6
        The happy tidings of his good escape.2.1.7
        How fares my brother? why is he so sad?2.1.8
Richard. I cannot joy, until I be resolved2.1.9
        Where our right valiant father is become.2.1.10
        I saw him in the battle range about;2.1.11
        And watch'd him how he singled Clifford forth.2.1.12
        Methought he bore him in the thickest troop2.1.13
        As doth a lion in a herd of neat;2.1.14
        Or as a bear, encompass'd round with dogs,2.1.15
        Who having pinch'd a few and made them cry,2.1.16
        The rest stand all aloof, and bark at him.2.1.17
        So fared our father with his enemies;2.1.18
        So fled his enemies my warlike father:2.1.19
        Methinks, 'tis prize enough to be his son.2.1.20
        See how the morning opes her golden gates,2.1.21
        And takes her farewell of the glorious sun!2.1.22
        How well resembles it the prime of youth,2.1.23
        Trimm'd like a younker prancing to his love!2.1.24
Edward. Dazzle mine eyes, or do I see three suns?2.1.25
Richard. Three glorious suns, each one a perfect sun;2.1.26
        Not separated with the racking clouds,2.1.27
        But sever'd in a pale clear-shining sky.2.1.28
        See, see! they join, embrace, and seem to kiss,2.1.29
        As if they vow'd some league inviolable:2.1.30
        Now are they but one lamp, one light, one sun.2.1.31
        In this the heaven figures some event.2.1.32
Edward 'Tis wondrous strange, the like yet never heard of.2.1.33
        I think it cites us, brother, to the field,2.1.34
        That we, the sons of brave Plantagenet,2.1.35
        Each one already blazing by our meeds,2.1.36
        Should notwithstanding join our lights together2.1.37
        And over-shine the earth as this the world.2.1.38
        Whate'er it bodes, henceforward will I bear2.1.39
        Upon my target three fair-shining suns.2.1.40
Richard. Nay, bear three daughters: by your leave I speak it,2.1.41
        You love the breeder better than the male.2.1.42
        [Enter a Messenger]
        But what art thou, whose heavy looks foretell2.1.43
        Some dreadful story hanging on thy tongue?2.1.44
Messenger. Ah, one that was a woful looker-on2.1.45
        When as the noble Duke of York was slain,2.1.46
        Your princely father and my loving lord!2.1.47
Edward. O, speak no more, for I have heard too much.2.1.48
Richard. Say how he died, for I will hear it all.2.1.49
Messenger. Environed he was with many foes,2.1.50
        And stood against them, as the hope of Troy2.1.51
        Against the Greeks that would have enter'd Troy.2.1.52
        But Hercules himself must yield to odds;2.1.53
        And many strokes, though with a little axe,2.1.54
        Hew down and fell the hardest-timber'd oak.2.1.55
        By many hands your father was subdued;2.1.56
        But only slaughter'd by the ireful arm2.1.57
        Of unrelenting Clifford and the queen,2.1.58
        Who crown'd the gracious duke in high despite,2.1.59
        Laugh'd in his face; and when with grief he wept,2.1.60
        The ruthless queen gave him to dry his cheeks2.1.61
        A napkin steeped in the harmless blood2.1.62
        Of sweet young Rutland, by rough Clifford slain:2.1.63
        And after many scorns, many foul taunts,2.1.64
        They took his head, and on the gates of York2.1.65
        They set the same; and there it doth remain,2.1.66
        The saddest spectacle that e'er I view'd.2.1.67
Edward. Sweet Duke of York, our prop to lean upon,2.1.68
        Now thou art gone, we have no staff, no stay.2.1.69
        O Clifford, boisterous Clifford! thou hast slain2.1.70
        The flower of Europe for his chivalry;2.1.71
        And treacherously hast thou vanquish'd him,2.1.72
        For hand to hand he would have vanquish'd thee.2.1.73
        Now my soul's palace is become a prison:2.1.74
        Ah, would she break from hence, that this my body2.1.75
        Might in the ground be closed up in rest!2.1.76
        For never henceforth shall I joy again,2.1.77
        Never, O never shall I see more joy!2.1.78
Richard. I cannot weep; for all my body's moisture2.1.79
        Scarce serves to quench my furnace-burning heart:2.1.80
        Nor can my tongue unload my heart's great burthen;2.1.81
        For selfsame wind that I should speak withal2.1.82
        Is kindling coals that fires all my breast,2.1.83
        And burns me up with flames that tears would quench.2.1.84
        To weep is to make less the depth of grief:2.1.85
        Tears then for babes; blows and revenge for me2.1.86
        Richard, I bear thy name; I'll venge thy death,2.1.87
        Or die renowned by attempting it.2.1.88
Edward. His name that valiant duke hath left with thee;2.1.89
        His dukedom and his chair with me is left.2.1.90
Richard. Nay, if thou be that princely eagle's bird,2.1.91
        Show thy descent by gazing 'gainst the sun:2.1.92
        For chair and dukedom, throne and kingdom say;2.1.93
        Either that is thine, or else thou wert not his.2.1.94
        [March. Enter WARWICK, MONTAGUE, and their army]
Warwick. How now, fair lords! What fare? what news abroad?2.1.95
Richard. Great Lord of Warwick, if we should recount2.1.96
        Our baleful news, and at each word's deliverance2.1.97
        Stab poniards in our flesh till all were told,2.1.98
        The words would add more anguish than the wounds.2.1.99
        O valiant lord, the Duke of York is slain!2.1.100
Edward. O Warwick, Warwick! that Plantagenet,2.1.101
        Which held three dearly as his soul's redemption,2.1.102
        Is by the stern Lord Clifford done to death.2.1.103
Warwick. Ten days ago I drown'd these news in tears;2.1.104
        And now, to add more measure to your woes,2.1.105
        I come to tell you things sith then befall'n.2.1.106
        After the bloody fray at Wakefield fought,2.1.107
        Where your brave father breathed his latest gasp,2.1.108
        Tidings, as swiftly as the posts could run,2.1.109
        Were brought me of your loss and his depart.2.1.110
        I, then in London keeper of the king,2.1.111
        Muster'd my soldiers, gather'd flocks of friends,2.1.112
        And very well appointed, as I thought,2.1.113
        March'd toward Saint Alban's to intercept the queen,2.1.114
        Bearing the king in my behalf along;2.1.115
        For by my scouts I was advertised2.1.116
        That she was coming with a full intent2.1.117
        To dash our late decree in parliament2.1.118
        Touching King Henry's oath and your succession.2.1.119
        Short tale to make, we at Saint Alban's met2.1.120
        Our battles join'd, and both sides fiercely fought:2.1.121
        But whether 'twas the coldness of the king,2.1.122
        Who look'd full gently on his warlike queen,2.1.123
        That robb'd my soldiers of their heated spleen;2.1.124
        Or whether 'twas report of her success;2.1.125
        Or more than common fear of Clifford's rigour,2.1.126
        Who thunders to his captives blood and death,2.1.127
        I cannot judge: but to conclude with truth,2.1.128
        Their weapons like to lightning came and went;2.1.129
        Our soldiers', like the night-owl's lazy flight,2.1.130
        Or like an idle thresher with a flail,2.1.131
        Fell gently down, as if they struck their friends.2.1.132
        I cheer'd them up with justice of our cause,2.1.133
        With promise of high pay and great rewards:2.1.134
        But all in vain; they had no heart to fight,2.1.135
        And we in them no hope to win the day;2.1.136
        So that we fled; the king unto the queen;2.1.137
        Lord George your brother, Norfolk and myself,2.1.138
        In haste, post-haste, are come to join with you:2.1.139
        For in the marches here we heard you were,2.1.140
        Making another head to fight again.2.1.141
Edward. Where is the Duke of Norfolk, gentle Warwick?2.1.142
        And when came George from Burgundy to England?2.1.143
Warwick. Some six miles off the duke is with the soldiers;2.1.144
        And for your brother, he was lately sent2.1.145
        From your kind aunt, Duchess of Burgundy,2.1.146
        With aid of soldiers to this needful war.2.1.147
Richard. 'Twas odds, belike, when valiant Warwick fled:2.1.148
        Oft have I heard his praises in pursuit,2.1.149
        But ne'er till now his scandal of retire.2.1.150
Warwick. Nor now my scandal, Richard, dost thou hear;2.1.151
        For thou shalt know this strong right hand of mine2.1.152
        Can pluck the diadem from faint Henry's head,2.1.153
        And wring the awful sceptre from his fist,2.1.154
        Were he as famous and as bold in war2.1.155
        As he is famed for mildness, peace, and prayer.2.1.156
Richard. I know it well, Lord Warwick; blame me not:2.1.157
        'Tis love I bear thy glories makes me speak.2.1.158
        But in this troublous time what's to be done?2.1.159
        Shall we go throw away our coats of steel,2.1.160
        And wrap our bodies in black mourning gowns,2.1.161
        Numbering our Ave-Maries with our beads?2.1.162
        Or shall we on the helmets of our foes2.1.163
        Tell our devotion with revengeful arms?2.1.164
        If for the last, say ay, and to it, lords.2.1.165
Warwick. Why, therefore Warwick came to seek you out;2.1.166
        And therefore comes my brother Montague.2.1.167
        Attend me, lords. The proud insulting queen,2.1.168
        With Clifford and the haught Northumberland,2.1.169
        And of their feather many more proud birds,2.1.170
        Have wrought the easy-melting king like wax.2.1.171
        He swore consent to your succession,2.1.172
        His oath enrolled in the parliament;2.1.173
        And now to London all the crew are gone,2.1.174
        To frustrate both his oath and what beside2.1.175
        May make against the house of Lancaster.2.1.176
        Their power, I think, is thirty thousand strong:2.1.177
        Now, if the help of Norfolk and myself,2.1.178
        With all the friends that thou, brave Earl of March,2.1.179
        Amongst the loving Welshmen canst procure,2.1.180
        Will but amount to five and twenty thousand,2.1.181
        Why, Via! to London will we march amain,2.1.182
        And once again bestride our foaming steeds,2.1.183
        And once again cry 'Charge upon our foes!'2.1.184
        But never once again turn back and fly.2.1.185
Richard. Ay, now methinks I hear great Warwick speak:2.1.186
        Ne'er may he live to see a sunshine day,2.1.187
        That cries 'Retire,' if Warwick bid him stay.2.1.188
Edward. Lord Warwick, on thy shoulder will I lean;2.1.189
        And when thou fail'st--as God forbid the hour!--2.1.190
        Must Edward fall, which peril heaven forfend!2.1.191
Warwick. No longer Earl of March, but Duke of York:2.1.192
        The next degree is England's royal throne;2.1.193
        For King of England shalt thou be proclaim'd2.1.194
        In every borough as we pass along;2.1.195
        And he that throws not up his cap for joy2.1.196
        Shall for the fault make forfeit of his head.2.1.197
        King Edward, valiant Richard, Montague,2.1.198
        Stay we no longer, dreaming of renown,2.1.199
        But sound the trumpets, and about our task.2.1.200
Richard. Then, Clifford, were thy heart as hard as steel,2.1.201
        As thou hast shown it flinty by thy deeds,2.1.202
        I come to pierce it, or to give thee mine.2.1.203
Edward. Then strike up drums: God and Saint George for us!2.1.204
        [Enter a Messenger]
Warwick. How now! what news?2.1.205
Messenger. The Duke of Norfolk sends you word by me,2.1.206
        The queen is coming with a puissant host;2.1.207
        And craves your company for speedy counsel.2.1.208
Warwick. Why then it sorts, brave warriors, let's away.2.1.209

SCENE II. Before York.

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Queen Margaret. Welcome, my lord, to this brave town of York.2.2.1
        Yonder's the head of that arch-enemy2.2.2
        That sought to be encompass'd with your crown:2.2.3
        Doth not the object cheer your heart, my lord?2.2.4
King Henry VI. Ay, as the rocks cheer them that fear their wreck:2.2.5
        To see this sight, it irks my very soul.2.2.6
        Withhold revenge, dear God! 'tis not my fault,2.2.7
        Nor wittingly have I infringed my vow.2.2.8
Clifford. My gracious liege, this too much lenity2.2.9
        And harmful pity must be laid aside.2.2.10
        To whom do lions cast their gentle looks?2.2.11
        Not to the beast that would usurp their den.2.2.12
        Whose hand is that the forest bear doth lick?2.2.13
        Not his that spoils her young before her face.2.2.14
        Who 'scapes the lurking serpent's mortal sting?2.2.15
        Not he that sets his foot upon her back.2.2.16
        The smallest worm will turn being trodden on,2.2.17
        And doves will peck in safeguard of their brood.2.2.18
        Ambitious York doth level at thy crown,2.2.19
        Thou smiling while he knit his angry brows:2.2.20
        He, but a duke, would have his son a king,2.2.21
        And raise his issue, like a loving sire;2.2.22
        Thou, being a king, blest with a goodly son,2.2.23
        Didst yield consent to disinherit him,2.2.24
        Which argued thee a most unloving father.2.2.25
        Unreasonable creatures feed their young;2.2.26
        And though man's face be fearful to their eyes,2.2.27
        Yet, in protection of their tender ones,2.2.28
        Who hath not seen them, even with those wings2.2.29
        Which sometime they have used with fearful flight,2.2.30
        Make war with him that climb'd unto their nest,2.2.31
        Offer their own lives in their young's defence?2.2.32
        For shame, my liege, make them your precedent!2.2.33
        Were it not pity that this goodly boy2.2.34
        Should lose his birthright by his father's fault,2.2.35
        And long hereafter say unto his child,2.2.36
        'What my great-grandfather and his grandsire got2.2.37
        My careless father fondly gave away'?2.2.38
        Ah, what a shame were this! Look on the boy;2.2.39
        And let his manly face, which promiseth2.2.40
        Successful fortune, steel thy melting heart2.2.41
        To hold thine own and leave thine own with him.2.2.42
King Henry VI. Full well hath Clifford play'd the orator,2.2.43
        Inferring arguments of mighty force.2.2.44
        But, Clifford, tell me, didst thou never hear2.2.45
        That things ill-got had ever bad success?2.2.46
        And happy always was it for that son2.2.47
        Whose father for his hoarding went to hell?2.2.48
        I'll leave my son my virtuous deeds behind;2.2.49
        And would my father had left me no more!2.2.50
        For all the rest is held at such a rate2.2.51
        As brings a thousand-fold more care to keep2.2.52
        Than in possession and jot of pleasure.2.2.53
        Ah, cousin York! would thy best friends did know2.2.54
        How it doth grieve me that thy head is here!2.2.55
Queen Margaret. My lord, cheer up your spirits: our foes are nigh,2.2.56
        And this soft courage makes your followers faint.2.2.57
        You promised knighthood to our forward son:2.2.58
        Unsheathe your sword, and dub him presently.2.2.59
        Edward, kneel down.2.2.60
King Henry VI. Edward Plantagenet, arise a knight;2.2.61
        And learn this lesson, draw thy sword in right.2.2.62
Prince. My gracious father, by your kingly leave,2.2.63
        I'll draw it as apparent to the crown,2.2.64
        And in that quarrel use it to the death.2.2.65
Clifford. Why, that is spoken like a toward prince.2.2.66
        [Enter a Messenger]
Messenger Royal commanders, be in readiness:2.2.67
        For with a band of thirty thousand men2.2.68
        Comes Warwick, backing of the Duke of York;2.2.69
        And in the towns, as they do march along,2.2.70
        Proclaims him king, and many fly to him:2.2.71
        Darraign your battle, for they are at hand.2.2.72
Clifford. I would your highness would depart the field:2.2.73
        The queen hath best success when you are absent.2.2.74
Queen Margaret. Ay, good my lord, and leave us to our fortune.2.2.75
King Henry VI. Why, that's my fortune too; therefore I'll stay.2.2.76
Northumberland. Be it with resolution then to fight.2.2.77
Prince Edward. My royal father, cheer these noble lords2.2.78
        And hearten those that fight in your defence:2.2.79
        Unsheathe your sword, good father; cry 'Saint George!'2.2.80
        [March. Enter EDWARD, GEORGE, RICHARD, WARWICK, NORFOLK, MONTAGUE, and Soldiers]
Edward. Now, perjured Henry! wilt thou kneel for grace,2.2.81
        And set thy diadem upon my head;2.2.82
        Or bide the mortal fortune of the field?2.2.83
Queen Margaret. Go, rate thy minions, proud insulting boy!2.2.84
        Becomes it thee to be thus bold in terms2.2.85
        Before thy sovereign and thy lawful king?2.2.86
Edward. I am his king, and he should bow his knee;2.2.87
        I was adopted heir by his consent:2.2.88
        Since when, his oath is broke; for, as I hear,2.2.89
        You, that are king, though he do wear the crown,2.2.90
        Have caused him, by new act of parliament,2.2.91
        To blot out me, and put his own son in.2.2.92
Clifford. And reason too:2.2.93
        Who should succeed the father but the son?2.2.94
Richard. Are you there, butcher? O, I cannot speak!2.2.95
Clifford. Ay, crook-back, here I stand to answer thee,2.2.96
        Or any he the proudest of thy sort.2.2.97
Richard. 'Twas you that kill'd young Rutland, was it not?2.2.98
Clifford. Ay, and old York, and yet not satisfied.2.2.99
Richard. For God's sake, lords, give signal to the fight.2.2.100
Warwick. What say'st thou, Henry, wilt thou yield the crown?2.2.101
Queen Margaret. Why, how now, long-tongued Warwick! dare you speak?2.2.102
        When you and I met at Saint Alban's last,2.2.103
        Your legs did better service than your hands.2.2.104
Warwick. Then 'twas my turn to fly, and now 'tis thine.2.2.105
Clifford. You said so much before, and yet you fled.2.2.106
Warwick. 'Twas not your valour, Clifford, drove me thence.2.2.107
Northumberland. No, nor your manhood that durst make you stay.2.2.108
Richard. Northumberland, I hold thee reverently.2.2.109
        Break off the parley; for scarce I can refrain2.2.110
        The execution of my big-swoln heart2.2.111
        Upon that Clifford, that cruel child-killer.2.2.112
Clifford. I slew thy father, call'st thou him a child?2.2.113
Richard. Ay, like a dastard and a treacherous coward,2.2.114
        As thou didst kill our tender brother Rutland;2.2.115
        But ere sunset I'll make thee curse the deed.2.2.116
King Henry VI. Have done with words, my lords, and hear me speak.2.2.117
Queen Margaret. Defy them then, or else hold close thy lips.2.2.118
King Henry VI. I prithee, give no limits to my tongue:2.2.119
        I am a king, and privileged to speak.2.2.120
Clifford. My liege, the wound that bred this meeting here2.2.121
        Cannot be cured by words; therefore be still.2.2.122
Richard. Then, executioner, unsheathe thy sword:2.2.123
        By him that made us all, I am resolved2.2.124
        that Clifford's manhood lies upon his tongue.2.2.125
Edward. Say, Henry, shall I have my right, or no?2.2.126
        A thousand men have broke their fasts to-day,2.2.127
        That ne'er shall dine unless thou yield the crown.2.2.128
Warwick. If thou deny, their blood upon thy head;2.2.129
        For York in justice puts his armour on.2.2.130
Prince Edward. If that be right which Warwick says is right,2.2.131
        There is no wrong, but every thing is right.2.2.132
Richard. Whoever got thee, there thy mother stands;2.2.133
        For, well I wot, thou hast thy mother's tongue.2.2.134
Queen Margaret. But thou art neither like thy sire nor dam;2.2.135
        But like a foul mis-shapen stigmatic,2.2.136
        Mark'd by the destinies to be avoided,2.2.137
        As venom toads, or lizards' dreadful stings.2.2.138
Richard. Iron of Naples hid with English gilt,2.2.139
        Whose father bears the title of a king,--2.2.140
        As if a channel should be call'd the sea,--2.2.141
        Shamest thou not, knowing whence thou art extraught,2.2.142
        To let thy tongue detect thy base-born heart?2.2.143
Edward. A wisp of straw were worth a thousand crowns,2.2.144
        To make this shameless callet know herself.2.2.145
        Helen of Greece was fairer far than thou,2.2.146
        Although thy husband may be Menelaus;2.2.147
        And ne'er was Agamemnon's brother wrong'd2.2.148
        By that false woman, as this king by thee.2.2.149
        His father revell'd in the heart of France,2.2.150
        And tamed the king, and made the dauphin stoop;2.2.151
        And had he match'd according to his state,2.2.152
        He might have kept that glory to this day;2.2.153
        But when he took a beggar to his bed,2.2.154
        And graced thy poor sire with his bridal-day,2.2.155
        Even then that sunshine brew'd a shower for him,2.2.156
        That wash'd his father's fortunes forth of France,2.2.157
        And heap'd sedition on his crown at home.2.2.158
        For what hath broach'd this tumult but thy pride?2.2.159
        Hadst thou been meek, our title still had slept;2.2.160
        And we, in pity of the gentle king,2.2.161
        Had slipp'd our claim until another age.2.2.162
George. But when we saw our sunshine made thy spring,2.2.163
        And that thy summer bred us no increase,2.2.164
        We set the axe to thy usurping root;2.2.165
        And though the edge hath something hit ourselves,2.2.166
        Yet, know thou, since we have begun to strike,2.2.167
        We'll never leave till we have hewn thee down,2.2.168
        Or bathed thy growing with our heated bloods.2.2.169
Edward. And, in this resolution, I defy thee;2.2.170
        Not willing any longer conference,2.2.171
        Since thou deniest the gentle king to speak.2.2.172
        Sound trumpets! let our bloody colours wave!2.2.173
        And either victory, or else a grave.2.2.174
Queen Margaret. Stay, Edward.2.2.175
Edward. No, wrangling woman, we'll no longer stay:2.2.176
        These words will cost ten thousand lives this day.2.2.177

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

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[Alarum. Excursions. Enter WARWICK]
Warwick. Forspent with toil, as runners with a race,2.3.2
        I lay me down a little while to breathe;2.3.3
        For strokes received, and many blows repaid,2.3.4
        Have robb'd my strong-knit sinews of their strength,2.3.5
        And spite of spite needs must I rest awhile.2.3.6
        [Enter EDWARD, running]
Edward. Smile, gentle heaven! or strike, ungentle death!2.3.7
        For this world frowns, and Edward's sun is clouded.2.3.8
Warwick. How now, my lord! what hap? what hope of good?2.3.9
        [Enter GEORGE]
George. Our hap is loss, our hope but sad despair;2.3.10
        Our ranks are broke, and ruin follows us:2.3.11
        What counsel give you? whither shall we fly?2.3.12
Edward. Bootless is flight, they follow us with wings;2.3.13
        And weak we are and cannot shun pursuit.2.3.14
        [Enter RICHARD]
Richard. Ah, Warwick, why hast thou withdrawn thyself?2.3.15
        Thy brother's blood the thirsty earth hath drunk,2.3.16
        Broach'd with the steely point of Clifford's lance;2.3.17
        And in the very pangs of death he cried,2.3.18
        Like to a dismal clangour heard from far,2.3.19
        'Warwick, revenge! brother, revenge my death!'2.3.20
        So, underneath the belly of their steeds,2.3.21
        That stain'd their fetlocks in his smoking blood,2.3.22
        The noble gentleman gave up the ghost.2.3.23
Warwick. Then let the earth be drunken with our blood:2.3.24
        I'll kill my horse, because I will not fly.2.3.25
        Why stand we like soft-hearted women here,2.3.26
        Wailing our losses, whiles the foe doth rage;2.3.27
        And look upon, as if the tragedy2.3.28
        Were play'd in jest by counterfeiting actors?2.3.29
        Here on my knee I vow to God above,2.3.30
        I'll never pause again, never stand still,2.3.31
        Till either death hath closed these eyes of mine2.3.32
        Or fortune given me measure of revenge.2.3.33
Edward. O Warwick, I do bend my knee with thine;2.3.34
        And in this vow do chain my soul to thine!2.3.35
        And, ere my knee rise from the earth's cold face,2.3.36
        I throw my hands, mine eyes, my heart to thee,2.3.37
        Thou setter up and plucker down of kings,2.3.38
        Beseeching thee, if with they will it stands2.3.39
        That to my foes this body must be prey,2.3.40
        Yet that thy brazen gates of heaven may ope,2.3.41
        And give sweet passage to my sinful soul!2.3.42
        Now, lords, take leave until we meet again,2.3.43
        Where'er it be, in heaven or in earth.2.3.44
Richard. Brother, give me thy hand; and, gentle Warwick,2.3.45
        Let me embrace thee in my weary arms:2.3.46
        I, that did never weep, now melt with woe2.3.47
        That winter should cut off our spring-time so.2.3.48
Warwick. Away, away! Once more, sweet lords farewell.2.3.49
George. Yet let us all together to our troops,2.3.50
        And give them leave to fly that will not stay;2.3.51
        And call them pillars that will stand to us;2.3.52
        And, if we thrive, promise them such rewards2.3.53
        As victors wear at the Olympian games:2.3.54
        This may plant courage in their quailing breasts;2.3.55
        For yet is hope of life and victory.2.3.56
        Forslow no longer, make we hence amain.2.3.57

SCENE IV. Another part of the field.

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[Excursions. Enter RICHARD and CLIFFORD]
Richard. Now, Clifford, I have singled thee alone:2.4.1
        Suppose this arm is for the Duke of York,2.4.2
        And this for Rutland; both bound to revenge,2.4.3
        Wert thou environ'd with a brazen wall.2.4.4
Clifford. Now, Richard, I am with thee here alone:2.4.5
        This is the hand that stabb'd thy father York;2.4.6
        And this the hand that slew thy brother Rutland;2.4.7
        And here's the heart that triumphs in their death2.4.8
        And cheers these hands that slew thy sire and brother2.4.9
        To execute the like upon thyself;2.4.10
        And so, have at thee!2.4.11
        [They fight. WARWICK comes; CLIFFORD flies]
Richard. Nay Warwick, single out some other chase;2.4.12
        For I myself will hunt this wolf to death.2.4.13

SCENE V. Another part of the field.

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[Alarum. Enter KING HENRY VI alone]
King Henry VI. This battle fares like to the morning's war,2.5.1
        When dying clouds contend with growing light,2.5.2
        What time the shepherd, blowing of his nails,2.5.3
        Can neither call it perfect day nor night.2.5.4
        Now sways it this way, like a mighty sea2.5.5
        Forced by the tide to combat with the wind;2.5.6
        Now sways it that way, like the selfsame sea2.5.7
        Forced to retire by fury of the wind:2.5.8
        Sometime the flood prevails, and then the wind;2.5.9
        Now one the better, then another best;2.5.10
        Both tugging to be victors, breast to breast,2.5.11
        Yet neither conqueror nor conquered:2.5.12
        So is the equal of this fell war.2.5.13
        Here on this molehill will I sit me down.2.5.14
        To whom God will, there be the victory!2.5.15
        For Margaret my queen, and Clifford too,2.5.16
        Have chid me from the battle; swearing both2.5.17
        They prosper best of all when I am thence.2.5.18
        Would I were dead! if God's good will were so;2.5.19
        For what is in this world but grief and woe?2.5.20
        O God! methinks it were a happy life,2.5.21
        To be no better than a homely swain;2.5.22
        To sit upon a hill, as I do now,2.5.23
        To carve out dials quaintly, point by point,2.5.24
        Thereby to see the minutes how they run,2.5.25
        How many make the hour full complete;2.5.26
        How many hours bring about the day;2.5.27
        How many days will finish up the year;2.5.28
        How many years a mortal man may live.2.5.29
        When this is known, then to divide the times:2.5.30
        So many hours must I tend my flock;2.5.31
        So many hours must I take my rest;2.5.32
        So many hours must I contemplate;2.5.33
        So many hours must I sport myself;2.5.34
        So many days my ewes have been with young;2.5.35
        So many weeks ere the poor fools will ean:2.5.36
        So many years ere I shall shear the fleece:2.5.37
        So minutes, hours, days, months, and years,2.5.38
        Pass'd over to the end they were created,2.5.39
        Would bring white hairs unto a quiet grave.2.5.40
        Ah, what a life were this! how sweet! how lovely!2.5.41
        Gives not the hawthorn-bush a sweeter shade2.5.42
        To shepherds looking on their silly sheep,2.5.43
        Than doth a rich embroider'd canopy2.5.44
        To kings that fear their subjects' treachery?2.5.45
        O, yes, it doth; a thousand-fold it doth.2.5.46
        And to conclude, the shepherd's homely curds,2.5.47
        His cold thin drink out of his leather bottle.2.5.48
        His wonted sleep under a fresh tree's shade,2.5.49
        All which secure and sweetly he enjoys,2.5.50
        Is far beyond a prince's delicates,2.5.51
        His viands sparkling in a golden cup,2.5.52
        His body couched in a curious bed,2.5.53
        When care, mistrust, and treason waits on him.2.5.54
        [Alarum. Enter a Son that has killed his father, dragging in the dead body]
Son. Ill blows the wind that profits nobody.2.5.55
        This man, whom hand to hand I slew in fight,2.5.56
        May be possessed with some store of crowns;2.5.57
        And I, that haply take them from him now,2.5.58
        May yet ere night yield both my life and them2.5.59
        To some man else, as this dead man doth me.2.5.60
        Who's this? O God! it is my father's face,2.5.61
        Whom in this conflict I unwares have kill'd.2.5.62
        O heavy times, begetting such events!2.5.63
        From London by the king was I press'd forth;2.5.64
        My father, being the Earl of Warwick's man,2.5.65
        Came on the part of York, press'd by his master;2.5.66
        And I, who at his hands received my life, him2.5.67
        Have by my hands of life bereaved him.2.5.68
        Pardon me, God, I knew not what I did!2.5.69
        And pardon, father, for I knew not thee!2.5.70
        My tears shall wipe away these bloody marks;2.5.71
        And no more words till they have flow'd their fill.2.5.72
King Henry VI. O piteous spectacle! O bloody times!2.5.73
        Whiles lions war and battle for their dens,2.5.74
        Poor harmless lambs abide their enmity.2.5.75
        Weep, wretched man, I'll aid thee tear for tear;2.5.76
        And let our hearts and eyes, like civil war,2.5.77
        Be blind with tears, and break o'ercharged with grief.2.5.78
        [Enter a Father that has killed his son, bringing in the body]
Father. Thou that so stoutly hast resisted me,2.5.79
        Give me thy gold, if thou hast any gold:2.5.80
        For I have bought it with an hundred blows.2.5.81
        But let me see: is this our foeman's face?2.5.82
        Ah, no, no, no, it is mine only son!2.5.83
        Ah, boy, if any life be left in thee,2.5.84
        Throw up thine eye! see, see what showers arise,2.5.85
        Blown with the windy tempest of my heart,2.5.86
        Upon thy words, that kill mine eye and heart!2.5.87
        O, pity, God, this miserable age!2.5.88
        What stratagems, how fell, how butcherly,2.5.89
        Erroneous, mutinous and unnatural,2.5.90
        This deadly quarrel daily doth beget!2.5.91
        O boy, thy father gave thee life too soon,2.5.92
        And hath bereft thee of thy life too late!2.5.93
King Henry VI. Woe above woe! grief more than common grief!2.5.94
        O that my death would stay these ruthful deeds!2.5.95
        O pity, pity, gentle heaven, pity!2.5.96
        The red rose and the white are on his face,2.5.97
        The fatal colours of our striving houses:2.5.98
        The one his purple blood right well resembles;2.5.99
        The other his pale cheeks, methinks, presenteth:2.5.100
        Wither one rose, and let the other flourish;2.5.101
        If you contend, a thousand lives must wither.2.5.102
Son. How will my mother for a father's death2.5.103
        Take on with me and ne'er be satisfied!2.5.104
Father. How will my wife for slaughter of my son2.5.105
        Shed seas of tears and ne'er be satisfied!2.5.106
King Henry VI. How will the country for these woful chances2.5.107
        Misthink the king and not be satisfied!2.5.108
Son. Was ever son so rued a father's death?2.5.109
Father. Was ever father so bemoan'd his son?2.5.110
King Henry VI. Was ever king so grieved for subjects' woe?2.5.111
        Much is your sorrow; mine ten times so much.2.5.112
Son. I'll bear thee hence, where I may weep my fill.2.5.113
        [Exit with the body]
Father. These arms of mine shall be thy winding-sheet;2.5.114
        My heart, sweet boy, shall be thy sepulchre,2.5.115
        For from my heart thine image ne'er shall go;2.5.116
        My sighing breast shall be thy funeral bell;2.5.117
        And so obsequious will thy father be,2.5.118
        Even for the loss of thee, having no more,2.5.119
        As Priam was for all his valiant sons.2.5.120
        I'll bear thee hence; and let them fight that will,2.5.121
        For I have murdered where I should not kill.2.5.122
        [Exit with the body]
King Henry VI. Sad-hearted men, much overgone with care,2.5.123
        Here sits a king more woful than you are.2.5.124
        [Alarums: excursions. Enter QUEEN MARGARET, PRINCE EDWARD, and EXETER]
Prince Edward. Fly, father, fly! for all your friends are fled,2.5.125
        And Warwick rages like a chafed bull:2.5.126
        Away! for death doth hold us in pursuit.2.5.127
Queen Margaret. Mount you, my lord; towards Berwick post amain:2.5.128
        Edward and Richard, like a brace of greyhounds2.5.129
        Having the fearful flying hare in sight,2.5.130
        With fiery eyes sparkling for very wrath,2.5.131
        And bloody steel grasp'd in their ireful hands,2.5.132
        Are at our backs; and therefore hence amain.2.5.133
Exeter. Away! for vengeance comes along with them:2.5.134
        Nay, stay not to expostulate, make speed;2.5.135
        Or else come after: I'll away before.2.5.136
King Henry VI. Nay, take me with thee, good sweet Exeter:2.5.137
        Not that I fear to stay, but love to go2.5.138
        Whither the queen intends. Forward; away!2.5.139

SCENE VI. Another part of the field.

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[A loud alarum. Enter CLIFFORD, wounded]
Clifford. Here burns my candle out; ay, here it dies,2.6.1
        Which, whiles it lasted, gave King Henry light.2.6.2
        O Lancaster, I fear thy overthrow2.6.3
        More than my body's parting with my soul!2.6.4
        My love and fear glued many friends to thee;2.6.5
        And, now I fall, thy tough commixture melts.2.6.6
        Impairing Henry, strengthening misproud York,2.6.7
        The common people swarm like summer flies;2.6.8
        And whither fly the gnats but to the sun?2.6.9
        And who shines now but Henry's enemies?2.6.10
        O Phoebus, hadst thou never given consent2.6.11
        That Phaethon should cheque thy fiery steeds,2.6.12
        Thy burning car never had scorch'd the earth!2.6.13
        And, Henry, hadst thou sway'd as kings should do,2.6.14
        Or as thy father and his father did,2.6.15
        Giving no ground unto the house of York,2.6.16
        They never then had sprung like summer flies;2.6.17
        I and ten thousand in this luckless realm2.6.18
        Had left no mourning widows for our death;2.6.19
        And thou this day hadst kept thy chair in peace.2.6.20
        For what doth cherish weeds but gentle air?2.6.21
        And what makes robbers bold but too much lenity?2.6.22
        Bootless are plaints, and cureless are my wounds;2.6.23
        No way to fly, nor strength to hold out flight:2.6.24
        The foe is merciless, and will not pity;2.6.25
        For at their hands I have deserved no pity.2.6.26
        The air hath got into my deadly wounds,2.6.27
        And much effuse of blood doth make me faint.2.6.28
        Come, York and Richard, Warwick and the rest;2.6.29
        I stabb'd your fathers' bosoms, split my breast.2.6.30
        [He faints]
        [Alarum and retreat. Enter EDWARD, GEORGE, RICHARD, MONTAGUE, WARWICK, and Soldiers]
Edward. Now breathe we, lords: good fortune bids us pause,2.6.31
        And smooth the frowns of war with peaceful looks.2.6.32
        Some troops pursue the bloody-minded queen,2.6.33
        That led calm Henry, though he were a king,2.6.34
        As doth a sail, fill'd with a fretting gust,2.6.35
        Command an argosy to stem the waves.2.6.36
        But think you, lords, that Clifford fled with them?2.6.37
Warwick. No, 'tis impossible he should escape,2.6.38
        For, though before his face I speak the words2.6.39
        Your brother Richard mark'd him for the grave:2.6.40
        And wheresoe'er he is, he's surely dead.2.6.41
        [CLIFFORD groans, and dies]
Edward. Whose soul is that which takes her heavy leave?2.6.42
Richard. A deadly groan, like life and death's departing.2.6.43
Edward. See who it is: and, now the battle's ended,2.6.44
        If friend or foe, let him be gently used.2.6.45
Richard. Revoke that doom of mercy, for 'tis Clifford;2.6.46
        Who not contented that he lopp'd the branch2.6.47
        In hewing Rutland when his leaves put forth,2.6.48
        But set his murdering knife unto the root2.6.49
        From whence that tender spray did sweetly spring,2.6.50
        I mean our princely father, Duke of York.2.6.51
Warwick. From off the gates of York fetch down the head,2.6.52
        Your father's head, which Clifford placed there;2.6.53
        Instead whereof let this supply the room:2.6.54
        Measure for measure must be answered.2.6.55
Edward. Bring forth that fatal screech-owl to our house,2.6.56
        That nothing sung but death to us and ours:2.6.57
        Now death shall stop his dismal threatening sound,2.6.58
        And his ill-boding tongue no more shall speak.2.6.59
Warwick. I think his understanding is bereft.2.6.60
        Speak, Clifford, dost thou know who speaks to thee?2.6.61
        Dark cloudy death o'ershades his beams of life,2.6.62
        And he nor sees nor hears us what we say.2.6.63
Richard. O, would he did! and so perhaps he doth:2.6.64
        'Tis but his policy to counterfeit,2.6.65
        Because he would avoid such bitter taunts2.6.66
        Which in the time of death he gave our father.2.6.67
George If so thou think'st, vex him with eager words.2.6.68
Richard. Clifford, ask mercy and obtain no grace.2.6.69
Edward. Clifford, repent in bootless penitence.2.6.70
Warwick. Clifford, devise excuses for thy faults.2.6.71
George. While we devise fell tortures for thy faults.2.6.72
Richard. Thou didst love York, and I am son to York.2.6.73
Edward. Thou pitied'st Rutland; I will pity thee.2.6.74
George. Where's Captain Margaret, to fence you now?2.6.75
Warwick. They mock thee, Clifford: swear as thou wast wont.2.6.76
Richard. What, not an oath? nay, then the world goes hard2.6.77
        When Clifford cannot spare his friends an oath.2.6.78
        I know by that he's dead; and, by my soul,2.6.79
        If this right hand would buy two hour's life,2.6.80
        That I in all despite might rail at him,2.6.81
        This hand should chop it off, and with the2.6.82
        issuing blood2.6.83
        Stifle the villain whose unstanched thirst2.6.84
        York and young Rutland could not satisfy.2.6.85
Warwick. Ay, but he's dead: off with the traitor's head,2.6.86
        And rear it in the place your father's stands.2.6.87
        And now to London with triumphant march,2.6.88
        There to be crowned England's royal king:2.6.89
        From whence shall Warwick cut the sea to France,2.6.90
        And ask the Lady Bona for thy queen:2.6.91
        So shalt thou sinew both these lands together;2.6.92
        And, having France thy friend, thou shalt not dread2.6.93
        The scatter'd foe that hopes to rise again;2.6.94
        For though they cannot greatly sting to hurt,2.6.95
        Yet look to have them buzz to offend thine ears.2.6.96
        First will I see the coronation;2.6.97
        And then to Brittany I'll cross the sea,2.6.98
        To effect this marriage, so it please my lord.2.6.99
Edward. Even as thou wilt, sweet Warwick, let it be;2.6.100
        For in thy shoulder do I build my seat,2.6.101
        And never will I undertake the thing2.6.102
        Wherein thy counsel and consent is wanting.2.6.103
        Richard, I will create thee Duke of Gloucester,2.6.104
        And George, of Clarence: Warwick, as ourself,2.6.105
        Shall do and undo as him pleaseth best.2.6.106
Richard. Let me be Duke of Clarence, George of Gloucester;2.6.107
        For Gloucester's dukedom is too ominous.2.6.108
Warwick. Tut, that's a foolish observation:2.6.109
        Richard, be Duke of Gloucester. Now to London,2.6.110
        To see these honours in possession.2.6.111


SCENE I. A forest in the north of England.

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[Enter two Keepers, with cross-bows in their hands]
First Keeper. Under this thick-grown brake we'll shroud ourselves;3.1.1
        For through this laund anon the deer will come;3.1.2
        And in this covert will we make our stand,3.1.3
        Culling the principal of all the deer.3.1.4
Second Keeper. I'll stay above the hill, so both may shoot.3.1.5
First Keeper. That cannot be; the noise of thy cross-bow3.1.6
        Will scare the herd, and so my shoot is lost.3.1.7
        Here stand we both, and aim we at the best:3.1.8
        And, for the time shall not seem tedious,3.1.9
        I'll tell thee what befell me on a day3.1.10
        In this self-place where now we mean to stand.3.1.11
Second Keeper. Here comes a man; let's stay till he be past.3.1.12
        [Enter KING HENRY VI, disguised, with a prayerbook]
King Henry VI. From Scotland am I stol'n, even of pure love,3.1.13
        To greet mine own land with my wishful sight.3.1.14
        No, Harry, Harry, 'tis no land of thine;3.1.15
        Thy place is fill'd, thy sceptre wrung from thee,3.1.16
        Thy balm wash'd off wherewith thou wast anointed:3.1.17
        No bending knee will call thee Caesar now,3.1.18
        No humble suitors press to speak for right,3.1.19
        No, not a man comes for redress of thee;3.1.20
        For how can I help them, and not myself?3.1.21
First Keeper. Ay, here's a deer whose skin's a keeper's fee:3.1.22
        This is the quondam king; let's seize upon him.3.1.23
King Henry VI. Let me embrace thee, sour adversity,3.1.24
        For wise men say it is the wisest course.3.1.25
Second Keeper. Why linger we? let us lay hands upon him.3.1.26
First Keeper. Forbear awhile; we'll hear a little more.3.1.27
King Henry VI. My queen and son are gone to France for aid;3.1.28
        And, as I hear, the great commanding Warwick3.1.29
        Is thither gone, to crave the French king's sister3.1.30
        To wife for Edward: if this news be true,3.1.31
        Poor queen and son, your labour is but lost;3.1.32
        For Warwick is a subtle orator,3.1.33
        And Lewis a prince soon won with moving words.3.1.34
        By this account then Margaret may win him;3.1.35
        For she's a woman to be pitied much:3.1.36
        Her sighs will make a battery in his breast;3.1.37
        Her tears will pierce into a marble heart;3.1.38
        The tiger will be mild whiles she doth mourn;3.1.39
        And Nero will be tainted with remorse,3.1.40
        To hear and see her plaints, her brinish tears.3.1.41
        Ay, but she's come to beg, Warwick to give;3.1.42
        She, on his left side, craving aid for Henry,3.1.43
        He, on his right, asking a wife for Edward.3.1.44
        She weeps, and says her Henry is deposed;3.1.45
        He smiles, and says his Edward is install'd;3.1.46
        That she, poor wretch, for grief can speak no more;3.1.47
        Whiles Warwick tells his title, smooths the wrong,3.1.48
        Inferreth arguments of mighty strength,3.1.49
        And in conclusion wins the king from her,3.1.50
        With promise of his sister, and what else,3.1.51
        To strengthen and support King Edward's place.3.1.52
        O Margaret, thus 'twill be; and thou, poor soul,3.1.53
        Art then forsaken, as thou went'st forlorn!3.1.54
Second Keeper. Say, what art thou that talk'st of kings and queens?3.1.55
King Henry VI. More than I seem, and less than I was born to:3.1.56
        A man at least, for less I should not be;3.1.57
        And men may talk of kings, and why not I?3.1.58
Second Keeper. Ay, but thou talk'st as if thou wert a king.3.1.59
King Henry VI. Why, so I am, in mind; and that's enough.3.1.60
Second Keeper. But, if thou be a king, where is thy crown?3.1.61
King Henry VI. My crown is in my heart, not on my head;3.1.62
        Not decked with diamonds and Indian stones,3.1.63
        Nor to be seen: my crown is called content:3.1.64
        A crown it is that seldom kings enjoy.3.1.65
Second Keeper. Well, if you be a king crown'd with content,3.1.66
        Your crown content and you must be contented3.1.67
        To go along with us; for as we think,3.1.68
        You are the king King Edward hath deposed;3.1.69
        And we his subjects sworn in all allegiance3.1.70
        Will apprehend you as his enemy.3.1.71
King Henry VI. But did you never swear, and break an oath?3.1.72
Second Keeper. No, never such an oath; nor will not now.3.1.73
King Henry VI. Where did you dwell when I was King of England?3.1.74
Second Keeper. Here in this country, where we now remain.3.1.75
King Henry VI. I was anointed king at nine months old;3.1.76
        My father and my grandfather were kings,3.1.77
        And you were sworn true subjects unto me:3.1.78
        And tell me, then, have you not broke your oaths?3.1.79
First Keeper. No;3.1.80
        For we were subjects but while you were king.3.1.81
King Henry VI. Why, am I dead? do I not breathe a man?3.1.82
        Ah, simple men, you know not what you swear!3.1.83
        Look, as I blow this feather from my face,3.1.84
        And as the air blows it to me again,3.1.85
        Obeying with my wind when I do blow,3.1.86
        And yielding to another when it blows,3.1.87
        Commanded always by the greater gust;3.1.88
        Such is the lightness of you common men.3.1.89
        But do not break your oaths; for of that sin3.1.90
        My mild entreaty shall not make you guilty.3.1.91
        Go where you will, the king shall be commanded;3.1.92
        And be you kings, command, and I'll obey.3.1.93
First Keeper. We are true subjects to the king, King Edward.3.1.94
King Henry VI. So would you be again to Henry,3.1.95
        If he were seated as King Edward is.3.1.96
First Keeper. We charge you, in God's name, and the king's,3.1.97
        To go with us unto the officers.3.1.98
King Henry VI. In God's name, lead; your king's name be obey'd:3.1.99
        And what God will, that let your king perform;3.1.100
        And what he will, I humbly yield unto.3.1.101

SCENE II. London. The palace.

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King Edward IV. Brother of Gloucester, at Saint Alban's field3.2.1
        This lady's husband, Sir Richard Grey, was slain,3.2.2
        His lands then seized on by the conqueror:3.2.3
        Her suit is now to repossess those lands;3.2.4
        Which we in justice cannot well deny,3.2.5
        Because in quarrel of the house of York3.2.6
        The worthy gentleman did lose his life.3.2.7
Gloucester. Your highness shall do well to grant her suit;3.2.8
        It were dishonour to deny it her.3.2.9
King Edward IV. It were no less; but yet I'll make a pause.3.2.10
Gloucester. [Aside to CLARENCE] Yea, is it so?3.2.11
        I see the lady hath a thing to grant,3.2.12
        Before the king will grant her humble suit.3.2.13
Clarence. [Aside to GLOUCESTER] He knows the game: how true3.2.14
        he keeps the wind!3.2.15
Gloucester. [Aside to CLARENCE] Silence!3.2.16
King Edward IV. Widow, we will consider of your suit;3.2.17
        And come some other time to know our mind.3.2.18
Lady Grey. Right gracious lord, I cannot brook delay:3.2.19
        May it please your highness to resolve me now;3.2.20
        And what your pleasure is, shall satisfy me.3.2.21
Gloucester. [Aside to CLARENCE] Ay, widow? then I'll warrant3.2.22
        you all your lands,3.2.23
        An if what pleases him shall pleasure you.3.2.24
        Fight closer, or, good faith, you'll catch a blow.3.2.25
Clarence. [Aside to GLOUCESTER] I fear her not, unless she3.2.26
        chance to fall.3.2.27
Gloucester. [Aside to CLARENCE] God forbid that! for he'll3.2.28
        take vantages.3.2.29
King Edward IV. How many children hast thou, widow? tell me.3.2.30
Clarence. [Aside to GLOUCESTER] I think he means to beg a3.2.31
        child of her.3.2.32
Gloucester. [Aside to CLARENCE] Nay, whip me then: he'll rather3.2.33
        give her two.3.2.34
Lady Grey. Three, my most gracious lord.3.2.35
Gloucester. [Aside to CLARENCE] You shall have four, if you'll3.2.36
        be ruled by him.3.2.37
King Edward IV. 'Twere pity they should lose their father's lands.3.2.38
Lady Grey. Be pitiful, dread lord, and grant it then.3.2.39
King Edward IV. Lords, give us leave: I'll try this widow's wit.3.2.40
Gloucester. [Aside to CLARENCE] Ay, good leave have you; for3.2.41
        you will have leave,3.2.42
        Till youth take leave and leave you to the crutch.3.2.43
        [GLOUCESTER and CLARENCE retire]
King Edward IV. Now tell me, madam, do you love your children?3.2.44
Lady Grey. Ay, full as dearly as I love myself.3.2.45
King Edward IV. And would you not do much to do them good?3.2.46
Lady Grey. To do them good, I would sustain some harm.3.2.47
King Edward IV. Then get your husband's lands, to do them good.3.2.48
Lady Grey. Therefore I came unto your majesty.3.2.49
King Edward IV. I'll tell you how these lands are to be got.3.2.50
Lady Grey. So shall you bind me to your highness' service.3.2.51
King Edward IV. What service wilt thou do me, if I give them?3.2.52
Lady Grey. What you command, that rests in me to do.3.2.53
King Edward IV. But you will take exceptions to my boon.3.2.54
Lady Grey. No, gracious lord, except I cannot do it.3.2.55
King Edward IV. Ay, but thou canst do what I mean to ask.3.2.56
Lady Grey. Why, then I will do what your grace commands.3.2.57
Gloucester. [Aside to CLARENCE] He plies her hard; and much rain3.2.58
        wears the marble.3.2.59
Clarence. [Aside to GLOUCESTER] As red as fire! nay, then3.2.60
        her wax must melt.3.2.61
Lady Grey. Why stops my lord, shall I not hear my task?3.2.62
King Edward IV. An easy task; 'tis but to love a king.3.2.63
Lady Grey. That's soon perform'd, because I am a subject.3.2.64
King Edward IV. Why, then, thy husband's lands I freely give thee.3.2.65
Lady Grey. I take my leave with many thousand thanks.3.2.66
Gloucester. [Aside to CLARENCE] The match is made; she seals it3.2.67
        with a curtsy.3.2.68
King Edward IV. But stay thee, 'tis the fruits of love I mean.3.2.69
Lady Grey. The fruits of love I mean, my loving liege.3.2.70
King Edward IV. Ay, but, I fear me, in another sense.3.2.71
        What love, think'st thou, I sue so much to get?3.2.72
Lady Grey. My love till death, my humble thanks, my prayers;3.2.73
        That love which virtue begs and virtue grants.3.2.74
King Edward IV. No, by my troth, I did not mean such love.3.2.75
Lady Grey. Why, then you mean not as I thought you did.3.2.76
King Edward IV. But now you partly may perceive my mind.3.2.77
Lady Grey. My mind will never grant what I perceive3.2.78
        Your highness aims at, if I aim aright.3.2.79
King Edward IV. To tell thee plain, I aim to lie with thee.3.2.80
Lady Grey. To tell you plain, I had rather lie in prison.3.2.81
King Edward IV. Why, then thou shalt not have thy husband's lands.3.2.82
Lady Grey. Why, then mine honesty shall be my dower;3.2.83
        For by that loss I will not purchase them.3.2.84
King Edward IV. Therein thou wrong'st thy children mightily.3.2.85
Lady Grey. Herein your highness wrongs both them and me.3.2.86
        But, mighty lord, this merry inclination3.2.87
        Accords not with the sadness of my suit:3.2.88
        Please you dismiss me either with 'ay' or 'no.'3.2.89
King Edward IV. Ay, if thou wilt say 'ay' to my request;3.2.90
        No if thou dost say 'no' to my demand.3.2.91
Lady Grey. Then, no, my lord. My suit is at an end.3.2.92
Gloucester. [Aside to CLARENCE] The widow likes him not, she3.2.93
        knits her brows.3.2.94
Clarence. [Aside to GLOUCESTER] He is the bluntest wooer in3.2.95
King Edward IV. [Aside] Her looks do argue her replete with modesty;3.2.97
        Her words do show her wit incomparable;3.2.98
        All her perfections challenge sovereignty:3.2.99
        One way or other, she is for a king;3.2.100
        And she shall be my love, or else my queen.--3.2.101
        Say that King Edward take thee for his queen?3.2.102
Lady Grey. 'Tis better said than done, my gracious lord:3.2.103
        I am a subject fit to jest withal,3.2.104
        But far unfit to be a sovereign.3.2.105
King Edward IV. Sweet widow, by my state I swear to thee3.2.106
        I speak no more than what my soul intends;3.2.107
        And that is, to enjoy thee for my love.3.2.108
Lady Grey. And that is more than I will yield unto:3.2.109
        I know I am too mean to be your queen,3.2.110
        And yet too good to be your concubine.3.2.111
King Edward IV. You cavil, widow: I did mean, my queen.3.2.112
Lady Grey. 'Twill grieve your grace my sons should call you father.3.2.113
King Edward IV. No more than when my daughters call thee mother.3.2.114
        Thou art a widow, and thou hast some children;3.2.115
        And, by God's mother, I, being but a bachelor,3.2.116
        Have other some: why, 'tis a happy thing3.2.117
        To be the father unto many sons.3.2.118
        Answer no more, for thou shalt be my queen.3.2.119
Gloucester. [Aside to CLARENCE] The ghostly father now hath done3.2.120
        his shrift.3.2.121
Clarence. [Aside to GLOUCESTER] When he was made a shriver,3.2.122
        'twas for shift.3.2.123
King Edward IV. Brothers, you muse what chat we two have had.3.2.124
Gloucester. The widow likes it not, for she looks very sad.3.2.125
King Edward IV. You'll think it strange if I should marry her.3.2.126
Clarence. To whom, my lord?3.2.127
King Edward IV. Why, Clarence, to myself.3.2.128
Gloucester. That would be ten days' wonder at the least.3.2.129
Clarence. That's a day longer than a wonder lasts.3.2.130
Gloucester. By so much is the wonder in extremes.3.2.131
King Edward IV. Well, jest on, brothers: I can tell you both3.2.132
        Her suit is granted for her husband's lands.3.2.133
        [Enter a Nobleman]
Nobleman. My gracious lord, Henry your foe is taken,3.2.134
        And brought your prisoner to your palace gate.3.2.135
King Edward IV. See that he be convey'd unto the Tower:3.2.136
        And go we, brothers, to the man that took him,3.2.137
        To question of his apprehension.3.2.138
        Widow, go you along. Lords, use her honourably.3.2.139
        [Exeunt all but GLOUCESTER]
Gloucester. Ay, Edward will use women honourably.3.2.140
        Would he were wasted, marrow, bones and all,3.2.141
        That from his loins no hopeful branch may spring,3.2.142
        To cross me from the golden time I look for!3.2.143
        And yet, between my soul's desire and me--3.2.144
        The lustful Edward's title buried--3.2.145
        Is Clarence, Henry, and his son young Edward,3.2.146
        And all the unlook'd for issue of their bodies,3.2.147
        To take their rooms, ere I can place myself:3.2.148
        A cold premeditation for my purpose!3.2.149
        Why, then, I do but dream on sovereignty;3.2.150
        Like one that stands upon a promontory,3.2.151
        And spies a far-off shore where he would tread,3.2.152
        Wishing his foot were equal with his eye,3.2.153
        And chides the sea that sunders him from thence,3.2.154
        Saying, he'll lade it dry to have his way:3.2.155
        So do I wish the crown, being so far off;3.2.156
        And so I chide the means that keeps me from it;3.2.157
        And so I say, I'll cut the causes off,3.2.158
        Flattering me with impossibilities.3.2.159
        My eye's too quick, my heart o'erweens too much,3.2.160
        Unless my hand and strength could equal them.3.2.161
        Well, say there is no kingdom then for Richard;3.2.162
        What other pleasure can the world afford?3.2.163
        I'll make my heaven in a lady's lap,3.2.164
        And deck my body in gay ornaments,3.2.165
        And witch sweet ladies with my words and looks.3.2.166
        O miserable thought! and more unlikely3.2.167
        Than to accomplish twenty golden crowns!3.2.168
        Why, love forswore me in my mother's womb:3.2.169
        And, for I should not deal in her soft laws,3.2.170
        She did corrupt frail nature with some bribe,3.2.171
        To shrink mine arm up like a wither'd shrub;3.2.172
        To make an envious mountain on my back,3.2.173
        Where sits deformity to mock my body;3.2.174
        To shape my legs of an unequal size;3.2.175
        To disproportion me in every part,3.2.176
        Like to a chaos, or an unlick'd bear-whelp3.2.177
        That carries no impression like the dam.3.2.178
        And am I then a man to be beloved?3.2.179
        O monstrous fault, to harbour such a thought!3.2.180
        Then, since this earth affords no joy to me,3.2.181
        But to command, to cheque, to o'erbear such3.2.182
        As are of better person than myself,3.2.183
        I'll make my heaven to dream upon the crown,3.2.184
        And, whiles I live, to account this world but hell,3.2.185
        Until my mis-shaped trunk that bears this head3.2.186
        Be round impaled with a glorious crown.3.2.187
        And yet I know not how to get the crown,3.2.188
        For many lives stand between me and home:3.2.189
        And I,--like one lost in a thorny wood,3.2.190
        That rends the thorns and is rent with the thorns,3.2.191
        Seeking a way and straying from the way;3.2.192
        Not knowing how to find the open air,3.2.193
        But toiling desperately to find it out,--3.2.194
        Torment myself to catch the English crown:3.2.195
        And from that torment I will free myself,3.2.196
        Or hew my way out with a bloody axe.3.2.197
        Why, I can smile, and murder whiles I smile,3.2.198
        And cry 'Content' to that which grieves my heart,3.2.199
        And wet my cheeks with artificial tears,3.2.200
        And frame my face to all occasions.3.2.201
        I'll drown more sailors than the mermaid shall;3.2.202
        I'll slay more gazers than the basilisk;3.2.203
        I'll play the orator as well as Nestor,3.2.204
        Deceive more slily than Ulysses could,3.2.205
        And, like a Sinon, take another Troy.3.2.206
        I can add colours to the chameleon,3.2.207
        Change shapes with Proteus for advantages,3.2.208
        And set the murderous Machiavel to school.3.2.209
        Can I do this, and cannot get a crown?3.2.210
        Tut, were it farther off, I'll pluck it down.3.2.211

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

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[Flourish. Enter KING LEWIS XI, his sister BONA, his Admiral, called BOURBON, PRINCE EDWARD, QUEEN MARGARET, and OXFORD. KING LEWIS XI sits, and riseth up again]
King Lewis XI. Fair Queen of England, worthy Margaret,3.3.1
        Sit down with us: it ill befits thy state3.3.2
        And birth, that thou shouldst stand while Lewis doth sit.3.3.3
Queen Margaret. No, mighty King of France: now Margaret3.3.4
        Must strike her sail and learn awhile to serve3.3.5
        Where kings command. I was, I must confess,3.3.6
        Great Albion's queen in former golden days:3.3.7
        But now mischance hath trod my title down,3.3.8
        And with dishonour laid me on the ground;3.3.9
        Where I must take like seat unto my fortune,3.3.10
        And to my humble seat conform myself.3.3.11
King Lewis XI. Why, say, fair queen, whence springs this deep despair?3.3.12
Queen Margaret. From such a cause as fills mine eyes with tears3.3.13
        And stops my tongue, while heart is drown'd in cares.3.3.14
King Lewis XI. Whate'er it be, be thou still like thyself,3.3.15
        And sit thee by our side:3.3.16
        [Seats her by him]
        Yield not thy neck3.3.17
        To fortune's yoke, but let thy dauntless mind3.3.18
        Still ride in triumph over all mischance.3.3.19
        Be plain, Queen Margaret, and tell thy grief;3.3.20
        It shall be eased, if France can yield relief.3.3.21
Queen Margaret. Those gracious words revive my drooping thoughts3.3.22
        And give my tongue-tied sorrows leave to speak.3.3.23
        Now, therefore, be it known to noble Lewis,3.3.24
        That Henry, sole possessor of my love,3.3.25
        Is of a king become a banish'd man,3.3.26
        And forced to live in Scotland a forlorn;3.3.27
        While proud ambitious Edward Duke of York3.3.28
        Usurps the regal title and the seat3.3.29
        Of England's true-anointed lawful king.3.3.30
        This is the cause that I, poor Margaret,3.3.31
        With this my son, Prince Edward, Henry's heir,3.3.32
        Am come to crave thy just and lawful aid;3.3.33
        And if thou fail us, all our hope is done:3.3.34
        Scotland hath will to help, but cannot help;3.3.35
        Our people and our peers are both misled,3.3.36
        Our treasures seized, our soldiers put to flight,3.3.37
        And, as thou seest, ourselves in heavy plight.3.3.38
King Lewis XI. Renowned queen, with patience calm the storm,3.3.39
        While we bethink a means to break it off.3.3.40
Queen Margaret. The more we stay, the stronger grows our foe.3.3.41
King Lewis XI. The more I stay, the more I'll succor thee.3.3.42
Queen Margaret. O, but impatience waiteth on true sorrow.3.3.43
        And see where comes the breeder of my sorrow!3.3.44
        [Enter WARWICK]
King Lewis XI. What's he approacheth boldly to our presence?3.3.45
Queen Margaret. Our Earl of Warwick, Edward's greatest friend.3.3.46
King Lewis XI. Welcome, brave Warwick! What brings thee to France?3.3.47
        [He descends. She ariseth]
Queen Margaret. Ay, now begins a second storm to rise;3.3.48
        For this is he that moves both wind and tide.3.3.49
Warwick. From worthy Edward, King of Albion,3.3.50
        My lord and sovereign, and thy vowed friend,3.3.51
        I come, in kindness and unfeigned love,3.3.52
        First, to do greetings to thy royal person;3.3.53
        And then to crave a league of amity;3.3.54
        And lastly, to confirm that amity3.3.55
        With a nuptial knot, if thou vouchsafe to grant3.3.56
        That virtuous Lady Bona, thy fair sister,3.3.57
        To England's king in lawful marriage.3.3.58
Queen Margaret. [Aside] If that go forward, Henry's hope is done.3.3.59
Warwick. [To BONA] And, gracious madam, in our king's behalf,3.3.60
        I am commanded, with your leave and favour,3.3.61
        Humbly to kiss your hand, and with my tongue3.3.62
        To tell the passion of my sovereign's heart;3.3.63
        Where fame, late entering at his heedful ears,3.3.64
        Hath placed thy beauty's image and thy virtue.3.3.65
Queen Margaret. King Lewis and Lady Bona, hear me speak,3.3.66
        Before you answer Warwick. His demand3.3.67
        Springs not from Edward's well-meant honest love,3.3.68
        But from deceit bred by necessity;3.3.69
        For how can tyrants safely govern home,3.3.70
        Unless abroad they purchase great alliance?3.3.71
        To prove him tyrant this reason may suffice,3.3.72
        That Henry liveth still: but were he dead,3.3.73
        Yet here Prince Edward stands, King Henry's son.3.3.74
        Look, therefore, Lewis, that by this league and marriage3.3.75
        Thou draw not on thy danger and dishonour;3.3.76
        For though usurpers sway the rule awhile,3.3.77
        Yet heavens are just, and time suppresseth wrongs.3.3.78
Warwick. Injurious Margaret!3.3.79
Prince Edward. And why not queen?3.3.80
Warwick. Because thy father Henry did usurp;3.3.81
        And thou no more are prince than she is queen.3.3.82
Oxford. Then Warwick disannuls great John of Gaunt,3.3.83
        Which did subdue the greatest part of Spain;3.3.84
        And, after John of Gaunt, Henry the Fourth,3.3.85
        Whose wisdom was a mirror to the wisest;3.3.86
        And, after that wise prince, Henry the Fifth,3.3.87
        Who by his prowess conquered all France:3.3.88
        From these our Henry lineally descends.3.3.89
Warwick. Oxford, how haps it, in this smooth discourse,3.3.90
        You told not how Henry the Sixth hath lost3.3.91
        All that which Henry Fifth had gotten?3.3.92
        Methinks these peers of France should smile at that.3.3.93
        But for the rest, you tell a pedigree3.3.94
        Of threescore and two years; a silly time3.3.95
        To make prescription for a kingdom's worth.3.3.96
Oxford. Why, Warwick, canst thou speak against thy liege,3.3.97
        Whom thou obeyed'st thirty and six years,3.3.98
        And not bewray thy treason with a blush?3.3.99
Warwick. Can Oxford, that did ever fence the right,3.3.100
        Now buckler falsehood with a pedigree?3.3.101
        For shame! leave Henry, and call Edward king.3.3.102
Oxford. Call him my king by whose injurious doom3.3.103
        My elder brother, the Lord Aubrey Vere,3.3.104
        Was done to death? and more than so, my father,3.3.105
        Even in the downfall of his mellow'd years,3.3.106
        When nature brought him to the door of death?3.3.107
        No, Warwick, no; while life upholds this arm,3.3.108
        This arm upholds the house of Lancaster.3.3.109
Warwick. And I the house of York.3.3.110
King Lewis XI. Queen Margaret, Prince Edward, and Oxford,3.3.111
        Vouchsafe, at our request, to stand aside,3.3.112
        While I use further conference with Warwick.3.3.113
        [They stand aloof]
Queen Margaret. Heavens grant that Warwick's words bewitch him not!3.3.114
King Lewis XI. Now Warwick, tell me, even upon thy conscience,3.3.115
        Is Edward your true king? for I were loath3.3.116
        To link with him that were not lawful chosen.3.3.117
Warwick. Thereon I pawn my credit and mine honour.3.3.118
King Lewis XI. But is he gracious in the people's eye?3.3.119
Warwick. The more that Henry was unfortunate.3.3.120
King Lewis XI. Then further, all dissembling set aside,3.3.121
        Tell me for truth the measure of his love3.3.122
        Unto our sister Bona.3.3.123
Warwick. Such it seems3.3.124
        As may beseem a monarch like himself.3.3.125
        Myself have often heard him say and swear3.3.126
        That this his love was an eternal plant,3.3.127
        Whereof the root was fix'd in virtue's ground,3.3.128
        The leaves and fruit maintain'd with beauty's sun,3.3.129
        Exempt from envy, but not from disdain,3.3.130
        Unless the Lady Bona quit his pain.3.3.131
King Lewis XI. Now, sister, let us hear your firm resolve.3.3.132
Bona. Your grant, or your denial, shall be mine:3.3.133
        [To WARWICK]
        Yet I confess that often ere this day,3.3.134
        When I have heard your king's desert recounted,3.3.135
        Mine ear hath tempted judgment to desire.3.3.136
King Lewis XI. Then, Warwick, thus: our sister shall be Edward's;3.3.137
        And now forthwith shall articles be drawn3.3.138
        Touching the jointure that your king must make,3.3.139
        Which with her dowry shall be counterpoised.3.3.140
        Draw near, Queen Margaret, and be a witness3.3.141
        That Bona shall be wife to the English king.3.3.142
Prince Edward. To Edward, but not to the English king.3.3.143
Queen Margaret. Deceitful Warwick! it was thy device3.3.144
        By this alliance to make void my suit:3.3.145
        Before thy coming Lewis was Henry's friend.3.3.146
King Lewis XI. And still is friend to him and Margaret:3.3.147
        But if your title to the crown be weak,3.3.148
        As may appear by Edward's good success,3.3.149
        Then 'tis but reason that I be released3.3.150
        From giving aid which late I promised.3.3.151
        Yet shall you have all kindness at my hand3.3.152
        That your estate requires and mine can yield.3.3.153
Warwick. Henry now lives in Scotland at his ease,3.3.154
        Where having nothing, nothing can he lose.3.3.155
        And as for you yourself, our quondam queen,3.3.156
        You have a father able to maintain you;3.3.157
        And better 'twere you troubled him than France.3.3.158
Queen Margaret. Peace, impudent and shameless Warwick, peace,3.3.159
        Proud setter up and puller down of kings!3.3.160
        I will not hence, till, with my talk and tears,3.3.161
        Both full of truth, I make King Lewis behold3.3.162
        Thy sly conveyance and thy lord's false love;3.3.163
        For both of you are birds of selfsame feather.3.3.164
        [Post blows a horn within]
King Lewis XI. Warwick, this is some post to us or thee.3.3.165
        [Enter a Post]
Post. [To WARWICK] My lord ambassador, these letters are for you,3.3.166
        Sent from your brother, Marquess Montague:3.3.167
        [To KING LEWIS XI]
        These from our king unto your majesty:3.3.168
        And, madam, these for you; from whom I know not.3.3.169
        [They all read their letters]
Oxford. I like it well that our fair queen and mistress3.3.170
        Smiles at her news, while Warwick frowns at his.3.3.171
Prince Edward. Nay, mark how Lewis stamps, as he were nettled:3.3.172
        I hope all's for the best.3.3.173
King Lewis XI. Warwick, what are thy news? and yours, fair queen?3.3.174
Queen Margaret. Mine, such as fill my heart with unhoped joys.3.3.175
Warwick. Mine, full of sorrow and heart's discontent.3.3.176
King Lewis XI. What! has your king married the Lady Grey!3.3.177
        And now, to soothe your forgery and his,3.3.178
        Sends me a paper to persuade me patience?3.3.179
        Is this the alliance that he seeks with France?3.3.180
        Dare he presume to scorn us in this manner?3.3.181
Queen Margaret. I told your majesty as much before:3.3.182
        This proveth Edward's love and Warwick's honesty.3.3.183
Warwick. King Lewis, I here protest, in sight of heaven,3.3.184
        And by the hope I have of heavenly bliss,3.3.185
        That I am clear from this misdeed of Edward's,3.3.186
        No more my king, for he dishonours me,3.3.187
        But most himself, if he could see his shame.3.3.188
        Did I forget that by the house of York3.3.189
        My father came untimely to his death?3.3.190
        Did I let pass the abuse done to my niece?3.3.191
        Did I impale him with the regal crown?3.3.192
        Did I put Henry from his native right?3.3.193
        And am I guerdon'd at the last with shame?3.3.194
        Shame on himself! for my desert is honour:3.3.195
        And to repair my honour lost for him,3.3.196
        I here renounce him and return to Henry.3.3.197
        My noble queen, let former grudges pass,3.3.198
        And henceforth I am thy true servitor:3.3.199
        I will revenge his wrong to Lady Bona,3.3.200
        And replant Henry in his former state.3.3.201
Queen Margaret. Warwick, these words have turn'd my hate to love;3.3.202
        And I forgive and quite forget old faults,3.3.203
        And joy that thou becomest King Henry's friend.3.3.204
Warwick. So much his friend, ay, his unfeigned friend,3.3.205
        That, if King Lewis vouchsafe to furnish us3.3.206
        With some few bands of chosen soldiers,3.3.207
        I'll undertake to land them on our coast3.3.208
        And force the tyrant from his seat by war.3.3.209
        'Tis not his new-made bride shall succor him:3.3.210
        And as for Clarence, as my letters tell me,3.3.211
        He's very likely now to fall from him,3.3.212
        For matching more for wanton lust than honour,3.3.213
        Or than for strength and safety of our country.3.3.214
Bona. Dear brother, how shall Bona be revenged3.3.215
        But by thy help to this distressed queen?3.3.216
Queen Margaret. Renowned prince, how shall poor Henry live,3.3.217
        Unless thou rescue him from foul despair?3.3.218
Bona. My quarrel and this English queen's are one.3.3.219
Warwick. And mine, fair lady Bona, joins with yours.3.3.220
King Lewis XI. And mine with hers, and thine, and Margaret's.3.3.221
        Therefore at last I firmly am resolved3.3.222
        You shall have aid.3.3.223
Queen Margaret. Let me give humble thanks for all at once.3.3.224
King Lewis XI. Then, England's messenger, return in post,3.3.225
        And tell false Edward, thy supposed king,3.3.226
        That Lewis of France is sending over masquers3.3.227
        To revel it with him and his new bride:3.3.228
        Thou seest what's past, go fear thy king withal.3.3.229
Bona. Tell him, in hope he'll prove a widower shortly,3.3.230
        I'll wear the willow garland for his sake.3.3.231
Queen Margaret. Tell him, my mourning weeds are laid aside,3.3.232
        And I am ready to put armour on.3.3.233
Warwick. Tell him from me that he hath done me wrong,3.3.234
        And therefore I'll uncrown him ere't be long.3.3.235
        There's thy reward: be gone.3.3.236
        [Exit Post]
King Lewis XI. But, Warwick,3.3.237
        Thou and Oxford, with five thousand men,3.3.238
        Shall cross the seas, and bid false Edward battle;3.3.239
        And, as occasion serves, this noble queen3.3.240
        And prince shall follow with a fresh supply.3.3.241
        Yet, ere thou go, but answer me one doubt,3.3.242
        What pledge have we of thy firm loyalty?3.3.243
Warwick. This shall assure my constant loyalty,3.3.244
        That if our queen and this young prince agree,3.3.245
        I'll join mine eldest daughter and my joy3.3.246
        To him forthwith in holy wedlock bands.3.3.247
Queen Margaret. Yes, I agree, and thank you for your motion.3.3.248
        Son Edward, she is fair and virtuous,3.3.249
        Therefore delay not, give thy hand to Warwick;3.3.250
        And, with thy hand, thy faith irrevocable,3.3.251
        That only Warwick's daughter shall be thine.3.3.252
Prince Edward. Yes, I accept her, for she well deserves it;3.3.253
        And here, to pledge my vow, I give my hand.3.3.254
        [He gives his hand to WARWICK]
King Lewis XI. Why stay we now? These soldiers shall be levied,3.3.255
        And thou, Lord Bourbon, our high admiral,3.3.256
        Shalt waft them over with our royal fleet.3.3.257
        I long till Edward fall by war's mischance,3.3.258
        For mocking marriage with a dame of France.3.3.259
        [Exeunt all but WARWICK]
Warwick. I came from Edward as ambassador,3.3.260
        But I return his sworn and mortal foe:3.3.261
        Matter of marriage was the charge he gave me,3.3.262
        But dreadful war shall answer his demand.3.3.263
        Had he none else to make a stale but me?3.3.264
        Then none but I shall turn his jest to sorrow.3.3.265
        I was the chief that raised him to the crown,3.3.266
        And I'll be chief to bring him down again:3.3.267
        Not that I pity Henry's misery,3.3.268
        But seek revenge on Edward's mockery.3.3.269


SCENE I. London. The palace.

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Gloucester. Now tell me, brother Clarence, what think you4.1.1
        Of this new marriage with the Lady Grey?4.1.2
        Hath not our brother made a worthy choice?4.1.3
Clarence. Alas, you know, 'tis far from hence to France;4.1.4
        How could he stay till Warwick made return?4.1.5
Somerset. My lords, forbear this talk; here comes the king.4.1.6
Gloucester. And his well-chosen bride.4.1.7
Clarence. I mind to tell him plainly what I think.4.1.8
        [Flourish. Enter KING EDWARD IV, attended; QUEEN ELIZABETH, PEMBROKE, STAFFORD, HASTINGS, and others]
King Edward IV. Now, brother of Clarence, how like you our choice,4.1.9
        That you stand pensive, as half malcontent?4.1.10
Clarence. As well as Lewis of France, or the Earl of Warwick,4.1.11
        Which are so weak of courage and in judgment4.1.12
        That they'll take no offence at our abuse.4.1.13
King Edward IV. Suppose they take offence without a cause,4.1.14
        They are but Lewis and Warwick: I am Edward,4.1.15
        Your king and Warwick's, and must have my will.4.1.16
Gloucester. And shall have your will, because our king:4.1.17
        Yet hasty marriage seldom proveth well.4.1.18
King Edward IV. Yea, brother Richard, are you offended too?4.1.19
Gloucester. Not I:4.1.20
        No, God forbid that I should wish them sever'd4.1.21
        Whom God hath join'd together; ay, and 'twere pity4.1.22
        To sunder them that yoke so well together.4.1.23
King Edward IV. Setting your scorns and your mislike aside,4.1.24
        Tell me some reason why the Lady Grey4.1.25
        Should not become my wife and England's queen.4.1.26
        And you too, Somerset and Montague,4.1.27
        Speak freely what you think.4.1.28
Clarence. Then this is mine opinion: that King Lewis4.1.29
        Becomes your enemy, for mocking him4.1.30
        About the marriage of the Lady Bona.4.1.31
Gloucester. And Warwick, doing what you gave in charge,4.1.32
        Is now dishonoured by this new marriage.4.1.33
King Edward IV. What if both Lewis and Warwick be appeased4.1.34
        By such invention as I can devise?4.1.35
Montague. Yet, to have join'd with France in such alliance4.1.36
        Would more have strengthen'd this our commonwealth4.1.37
        'Gainst foreign storms than any home-bred marriage.4.1.38
Hastings. Why, knows not Montague that of itself4.1.39
        England is safe, if true within itself?4.1.40
Montague. But the safer when 'tis back'd with France.4.1.41
Hastings. 'Tis better using France than trusting France:4.1.42
        Let us be back'd with God and with the seas4.1.43
        Which He hath given for fence impregnable,4.1.44
        And with their helps only defend ourselves;4.1.45
        In them and in ourselves our safety lies.4.1.46
Clarence. For this one speech Lord Hastings well deserves4.1.47
        To have the heir of the Lord Hungerford.4.1.48
King Edward IV. Ay, what of that? it was my will and grant;4.1.49
        And for this once my will shall stand for law.4.1.50
Gloucester. And yet methinks your grace hath not done well,4.1.51
        To give the heir and daughter of Lord Scales4.1.52
        Unto the brother of your loving bride;4.1.53
        She better would have fitted me or Clarence:4.1.54
        But in your bride you bury brotherhood.4.1.55
Clarence. Or else you would not have bestow'd the heir4.1.56
        Of the Lord Bonville on your new wife's son,4.1.57
        And leave your brothers to go speed elsewhere.4.1.58
King Edward IV. Alas, poor Clarence! is it for a wife4.1.59
        That thou art malcontent? I will provide thee.4.1.60
Clarence. In choosing for yourself, you show'd your judgment,4.1.61
        Which being shallow, you give me leave4.1.62
        To play the broker in mine own behalf;4.1.63
        And to that end I shortly mind to leave you.4.1.64
King Edward IV. Leave me, or tarry, Edward will be king,4.1.65
        And not be tied unto his brother's will.4.1.66
Queen Elizabeth. My lords, before it pleased his majesty4.1.67
        To raise my state to title of a queen,4.1.68
        Do me but right, and you must all confess4.1.69
        That I was not ignoble of descent;4.1.70
        And meaner than myself have had like fortune.4.1.71
        But as this title honours me and mine,4.1.72
        So your dislike, to whom I would be pleasing,4.1.73
        Doth cloud my joys with danger and with sorrow.4.1.74
King Edward IV. My love, forbear to fawn upon their frowns:4.1.75
        What danger or what sorrow can befall thee,4.1.76
        So long as Edward is thy constant friend,4.1.77
        And their true sovereign, whom they must obey?4.1.78
        Nay, whom they shall obey, and love thee too,4.1.79
        Unless they seek for hatred at my hands;4.1.80
        Which if they do, yet will I keep thee safe,4.1.81
        And they shall feel the vengeance of my wrath.4.1.82
Gloucester. [Aside] I hear, yet say not much, but think the more.4.1.83
        [Enter a Post]
King Edward IV. Now, messenger, what letters or what news4.1.84
        From France?4.1.85
Post. My sovereign liege, no letters; and few words,4.1.86
        But such as I, without your special pardon,4.1.87
        Dare not relate.4.1.88
King Edward IV. Go to, we pardon thee: therefore, in brief,4.1.89
        Tell me their words as near as thou canst guess them.4.1.90
        What answer makes King Lewis unto our letters?4.1.91
Post. At my depart, these were his very words:4.1.92
        'Go tell false Edward, thy supposed king,4.1.93
        That Lewis of France is sending over masquers4.1.94
        To revel it with him and his new bride.'4.1.95
King Edward IV. Is Lewis so brave? belike he thinks me Henry.4.1.96
        But what said Lady Bona to my marriage?4.1.97
Post. These were her words, utter'd with mad disdain:4.1.98
        'Tell him, in hope he'll prove a widower shortly,4.1.99
        I'll wear the willow garland for his sake.'4.1.100
King Edward IV. I blame not her, she could say little less;4.1.101
        She had the wrong. But what said Henry's queen?4.1.102
        For I have heard that she was there in place.4.1.103
Post. 'Tell him,' quoth she, 'my mourning weeds are done,4.1.104
        And I am ready to put armour on.'4.1.105
King Edward IV. Belike she minds to play the Amazon.4.1.106
        But what said Warwick to these injuries?4.1.107
Post. He, more incensed against your majesty4.1.108
        Than all the rest, discharged me with these words:4.1.109
        'Tell him from me that he hath done me wrong,4.1.110
        And therefore I'll uncrown him ere't be long.'4.1.111
King Edward IV. Ha! durst the traitor breathe out so proud words?4.1.112
        Well I will arm me, being thus forewarn'd:4.1.113
        They shall have wars and pay for their presumption.4.1.114
        But say, is Warwick friends with Margaret?4.1.115
Post. Ay, gracious sovereign; they are so link'd in4.1.116
        That young Prince Edward marries Warwick's daughter.4.1.118
Clarence. Belike the elder; Clarence will have the younger.4.1.119
        Now, brother king, farewell, and sit you fast,4.1.120
        For I will hence to Warwick's other daughter;4.1.121
        That, though I want a kingdom, yet in marriage4.1.122
        I may not prove inferior to yourself.4.1.123
        You that love me and Warwick, follow me.4.1.124
        [Exit CLARENCE, and SOMERSET follows]
Gloucester. [Aside] Not I:4.1.125
        My thoughts aim at a further matter; I4.1.126
        Stay not for the love of Edward, but the crown.4.1.127
King Edward IV. Clarence and Somerset both gone to Warwick!4.1.128
        Yet am I arm'd against the worst can happen;4.1.129
        And haste is needful in this desperate case.4.1.130
        Pembroke and Stafford, you in our behalf4.1.131
        Go levy men, and make prepare for war;4.1.132
        They are already, or quickly will be landed:4.1.133
        Myself in person will straight follow you.4.1.134
        [Exeunt PEMBROKE and STAFFORD]
        But, ere I go, Hastings and Montague,4.1.135
        Resolve my doubt. You twain, of all the rest,4.1.136
        Are near to Warwick by blood and by alliance:4.1.137
        Tell me if you love Warwick more than me?4.1.138
        If it be so, then both depart to him;4.1.139
        I rather wish you foes than hollow friends:4.1.140
        But if you mind to hold your true obedience,4.1.141
        Give me assurance with some friendly vow,4.1.142
        That I may never have you in suspect.4.1.143
Montague. So God help Montague as he proves true!4.1.144
Hastings. And Hastings as he favours Edward's cause!4.1.145
King Edward IV. Now, brother Richard, will you stand by us?4.1.146
Gloucester. Ay, in despite of all that shall withstand you.4.1.147
King Edward IV. Why, so! then am I sure of victory.4.1.148
        Now therefore let us hence; and lose no hour,4.1.149
        Till we meet Warwick with his foreign power.4.1.150

SCENE II. A plain in Warwickshire.

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[Enter WARWICK and OXFORD, with French soldiers]
Warwick. Trust me, my lord, all hitherto goes well;4.2.1
        The common people by numbers swarm to us.4.2.2
        [Enter CLARENCE and SOMERSET]
        But see where Somerset and Clarence come!4.2.3
        Speak suddenly, my lords, are we all friends?4.2.4
Clarence. Fear not that, my lord.4.2.5
Warwick. Then, gentle Clarence, welcome unto Warwick;4.2.6
        And welcome, Somerset: I hold it cowardice4.2.7
        To rest mistrustful where a noble heart4.2.8
        Hath pawn'd an open hand in sign of love;4.2.9
        Else might I think that Clarence, Edward's brother,4.2.10
        Were but a feigned friend to our proceedings:4.2.11
        But welcome, sweet Clarence; my daughter shall be thine.4.2.12
        And now what rests but, in night's coverture,4.2.13
        Thy brother being carelessly encamp'd,4.2.14
        His soldiers lurking in the towns about,4.2.15
        And but attended by a simple guard,4.2.16
        We may surprise and take him at our pleasure?4.2.17
        Our scouts have found the adventure very easy:4.2.18
        That as Ulysses and stout Diomede4.2.19
        With sleight and manhood stole to Rhesus' tents,4.2.20
        And brought from thence the Thracian fatal steeds,4.2.21
        So we, well cover'd with the night's black mantle,4.2.22
        At unawares may beat down Edward's guard4.2.23
        And seize himself; I say not, slaughter him,4.2.24
        For I intend but only to surprise him.4.2.25
        You that will follow me to this attempt,4.2.26
        Applaud the name of Henry with your leader.4.2.27
        [They all cry, 'Henry!']
        Why, then, let's on our way in silent sort:4.2.28
        For Warwick and his friends, God and Saint George!4.2.29

SCENE III. Edward's camp, near Warwick.

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[Enter three Watchmen, to guard KING EDWARD IV's tent]
First Watchman. Come on, my masters, each man take his stand:4.3.1
        The king by this is set him down to sleep.4.3.2
Second Watchman. What, will he not to bed?4.3.3
First Watchman. Why, no; for he hath made a solemn vow4.3.4
        Never to lie and take his natural rest4.3.5
        Till Warwick or himself be quite suppress'd.4.3.6
Second Watchman. To-morrow then belike shall be the day,4.3.7
        If Warwick be so near as men report.4.3.8
Third Watchman. But say, I pray, what nobleman is that4.3.9
        That with the king here resteth in his tent?4.3.10
First Watchman. 'Tis the Lord Hastings, the king's chiefest friend.4.3.11
Third Watchman. O, is it so? But why commands the king4.3.12
        That his chief followers lodge in towns about him,4.3.13
        While he himself keeps in the cold field?4.3.14
Second Watchman. 'Tis the more honour, because more dangerous.4.3.15
Third Watchman. Ay, but give me worship and quietness;4.3.16
        I like it better than a dangerous honour.4.3.17
        If Warwick knew in what estate he stands,4.3.18
        'Tis to be doubted he would waken him.4.3.19
First Watchman. Unless our halberds did shut up his passage.4.3.20
Second Watchman. Ay, wherefore else guard we his royal tent,4.3.21
        But to defend his person from night-foes?4.3.22
        [Enter WARWICK, CLARENCE, OXFORD, SOMERSET, and French soldiers, silent all]
Warwick. This is his tent; and see where stand his guard.4.3.23
        Courage, my masters! honour now or never!4.3.24
        But follow me, and Edward shall be ours.4.3.25
First Watchman. Who goes there?4.3.26
Second Watchman. Stay, or thou diest!4.3.27
        [WARWICK and the rest cry all, 'Warwick! Warwick!' and set upon the Guard, who fly, crying, 'Arm! arm!' WARWICK and the rest following them]
        [The drum playing and trumpet sounding, reenter WARWICK, SOMERSET, and the rest, bringing KING EDWARD IV out in his gown, sitting in a chair. RICHARD and HASTINGS fly over the stage]
Somerset. What are they that fly there?4.3.28
Warwick. Richard and Hastings: let them go; here is The duke.4.3.29
King Edward IV. The duke! Why, Warwick, when we parted,4.3.30
        Thou call'dst me king.4.3.31
Warwick. Ay, but the case is alter'd:4.3.32
        When you disgraced me in my embassade,4.3.33
        Then I degraded you from being king,4.3.34
        And come now to create you Duke of York.4.3.35
        Alas! how should you govern any kingdom,4.3.36
        That know not how to use ambassadors,4.3.37
        Nor how to be contented with one wife,4.3.38
        Nor how to use your brothers brotherly,4.3.39
        Nor how to study for the people's welfare,4.3.40
        Nor how to shroud yourself from enemies?4.3.41
King Edward IV. Yea, brother of Clarence, are thou here too?4.3.42
        Nay, then I see that Edward needs must down.4.3.43
        Yet, Warwick, in despite of all mischance,4.3.44
        Of thee thyself and all thy complices,4.3.45
        Edward will always bear himself as king:4.3.46
        Though fortune's malice overthrow my state,4.3.47
        My mind exceeds the compass of her wheel.4.3.48
Warwick. Then, for his mind, be Edward England's king:4.3.49
        [Takes off his crown]
        But Henry now shall wear the English crown,4.3.50
        And be true king indeed, thou but the shadow.4.3.51
        My Lord of Somerset, at my request,4.3.52
        See that forthwith Duke Edward be convey'd4.3.53
        Unto my brother, Archbishop of York.4.3.54
        When I have fought with Pembroke and his fellows,4.3.55
        I'll follow you, and tell what answer4.3.56
        Lewis and the Lady Bona send to him.4.3.57
        Now, for a while farewell, good Duke of York.4.3.58
        [They lead him out forcibly]
King Edward IV. What fates impose, that men must needs abide;4.3.59
        It boots not to resist both wind and tide.4.3.60
        [Exit, guarded]
Oxford. What now remains, my lords, for us to do4.3.61
        But march to London with our soldiers?4.3.62
Warwick. Ay, that's the first thing that we have to do;4.3.63
        To free King Henry from imprisonment4.3.64
        And see him seated in the regal throne.4.3.65

SCENE IV. London. The palace.

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Rivers. Madam, what makes you in this sudden change?4.4.1
Queen Elizabeth. Why brother Rivers, are you yet to learn4.4.2
        What late misfortune is befall'n King Edward?4.4.3
Rivers. What! loss of some pitch'd battle against Warwick?4.4.4
Queen Elizabeth. No, but the loss of his own royal person.4.4.5
Rivers. Then is my sovereign slain?4.4.6
Queen Elizabeth. Ay, almost slain, for he is taken prisoner,4.4.7
        Either betray'd by falsehood of his guard4.4.8
        Or by his foe surprised at unawares:4.4.9
        And, as I further have to understand,4.4.10
        Is new committed to the Bishop of York,4.4.11
        Fell Warwick's brother and by that our foe.4.4.12
Rivers. These news I must confess are full of grief;4.4.13
        Yet, gracious madam, bear it as you may:4.4.14
        Warwick may lose, that now hath won the day.4.4.15
Queen Elizabeth. Till then fair hope must hinder life's decay.4.4.16
        And I the rather wean me from despair4.4.17
        For love of Edward's offspring in my womb:4.4.18
        This is it that makes me bridle passion4.4.19
        And bear with mildness my misfortune's cross;4.4.20
        Ay, ay, for this I draw in many a tear4.4.21
        And stop the rising of blood-sucking sighs,4.4.22
        Lest with my sighs or tears I blast or drown4.4.23
        King Edward's fruit, true heir to the English crown.4.4.24
Rivers. But, madam, where is Warwick then become?4.4.25
Queen Elizabeth. I am inform'd that he comes towards London,4.4.26
        To set the crown once more on Henry's head:4.4.27
        Guess thou the rest; King Edward's friends must down,4.4.28
        But, to prevent the tyrant's violence,--4.4.29
        For trust not him that hath once broken faith,--4.4.30
        I'll hence forthwith unto the sanctuary,4.4.31
        To save at least the heir of Edward's right:4.4.32
        There shall I rest secure from force and fraud.4.4.33
        Come, therefore, let us fly while we may fly:4.4.34
        If Warwick take us we are sure to die.4.4.35

SCENE V. A park near Middleham Castle In Yorkshire.

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Gloucester. Now, my Lord Hastings and Sir William Stanley,4.5.1
        Leave off to wonder why I drew you hither,4.5.2
        Into this chiefest thicket of the park.4.5.3
        Thus stands the case: you know our king, my brother,4.5.4
        Is prisoner to the bishop here, at whose hands4.5.5
        He hath good usage and great liberty,4.5.6
        And, often but attended with weak guard,4.5.7
        Comes hunting this way to disport himself.4.5.8
        I have advertised him by secret means4.5.9
        That if about this hour he make his way4.5.10
        Under the colour of his usual game,4.5.11
        He shall here find his friends with horse and men4.5.12
        To set him free from his captivity.4.5.13
        [Enter KING EDWARD IV and a Huntsman with him]
Huntsman. This way, my lord; for this way lies the game.4.5.14
King Edward IV. Nay, this way, man: see where the huntsmen stand.4.5.15
        Now, brother of Gloucester, Lord Hastings, and the rest,4.5.16
        Stand you thus close, to steal the bishop's deer?4.5.17
Gloucester. Brother, the time and case requireth haste:4.5.18
        Your horse stands ready at the park-corner.4.5.19
King Edward IV. But whither shall we then?4.5.20
Hastings. To Lynn, my lord,4.5.21
        And ship from thence to Flanders.4.5.22
Gloucester. Well guess'd, believe me; for that was my meaning.4.5.23
King Edward IV. Stanley, I will requite thy forwardness.4.5.24
Gloucester. But wherefore stay we? 'tis no time to talk.4.5.25
King Edward IV. Huntsman, what say'st thou? wilt thou go along?4.5.26
Huntsman. Better do so than tarry and be hang'd.4.5.27
Gloucester. Come then, away; let's ha' no more ado.4.5.28
King Edward IV. Bishop, farewell: shield thee from Warwick's frown;4.5.29
        And pray that I may repossess the crown.4.5.30

SCENE VI. London. The Tower.

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King Henry VI. Master lieutenant, now that God and friends4.6.1
        Have shaken Edward from the regal seat,4.6.2
        And turn'd my captive state to liberty,4.6.3
        My fear to hope, my sorrows unto joys,4.6.4
        At our enlargement what are thy due fees?4.6.5
Lieutenant Subjects may challenge nothing of their sovereigns;4.6.6
        But if an humble prayer may prevail,4.6.7
        I then crave pardon of your majesty.4.6.8
King Henry VI. For what, lieutenant? for well using me?4.6.9
        Nay, be thou sure I'll well requite thy kindness,4.6.10
        For that it made my imprisonment a pleasure;4.6.11
        Ay, such a pleasure as incaged birds4.6.12
        Conceive when after many moody thoughts4.6.13
        At last by notes of household harmony4.6.14
        They quite forget their loss of liberty.4.6.15
        But, Warwick, after God, thou set'st me free,4.6.16
        And chiefly therefore I thank God and thee;4.6.17
        He was the author, thou the instrument.4.6.18
        Therefore, that I may conquer fortune's spite4.6.19
        By living low, where fortune cannot hurt me,4.6.20
        And that the people of this blessed land4.6.21
        May not be punish'd with my thwarting stars,4.6.22
        Warwick, although my head still wear the crown,4.6.23
        I here resign my government to thee,4.6.24
        For thou art fortunate in all thy deeds.4.6.25
Warwick. Your grace hath still been famed for virtuous;4.6.26
        And now may seem as wise as virtuous,4.6.27
        By spying and avoiding fortune's malice,4.6.28
        For few men rightly temper with the stars:4.6.29
        Yet in this one thing let me blame your grace,4.6.30
        For choosing me when Clarence is in place.4.6.31
Clarence. No, Warwick, thou art worthy of the sway,4.6.32
        To whom the heavens in thy nativity4.6.33
        Adjudged an olive branch and laurel crown,4.6.34
        As likely to be blest in peace and war;4.6.35
        And therefore I yield thee my free consent.4.6.36
Warwick. And I choose Clarence only for protector.4.6.37
King Henry VI. Warwick and Clarence give me both your hands:4.6.38
        Now join your hands, and with your hands your hearts,4.6.39
        That no dissension hinder government:4.6.40
        I make you both protectors of this land,4.6.41
        While I myself will lead a private life4.6.42
        And in devotion spend my latter days,4.6.43
        To sin's rebuke and my Creator's praise.4.6.44
Warwick. What answers Clarence to his sovereign's will?4.6.45
Clarence. That he consents, if Warwick yield consent;4.6.46
        For on thy fortune I repose myself.4.6.47
Warwick. Why, then, though loath, yet must I be content:4.6.48
        We'll yoke together, like a double shadow4.6.49
        To Henry's body, and supply his place;4.6.50
        I mean, in bearing weight of government,4.6.51
        While he enjoys the honour and his ease.4.6.52
        And, Clarence, now then it is more than needful4.6.53
        Forthwith that Edward be pronounced a traitor,4.6.54
        And all his lands and goods be confiscate.4.6.55
Clarence. What else? and that succession be determined.4.6.56
Warwick. Ay, therein Clarence shall not want his part.4.6.57
King Henry VI. But, with the first of all your chief affairs,4.6.58
        Let me entreat, for I command no more,4.6.59
        That Margaret your queen and my son Edward4.6.60
        Be sent for, to return from France with speed;4.6.61
        For, till I see them here, by doubtful fear4.6.62
        My joy of liberty is half eclipsed.4.6.63
Clarence. It shall be done, my sovereign, with all speed.4.6.64
King Henry VI. My Lord of Somerset, what youth is that,4.6.65
        Of whom you seem to have so tender care?4.6.66
Somerset. My liege, it is young Henry, earl of Richmond.4.6.67
King Henry VI. Come hither, England's hope.4.6.68
        [Lays his hand on his head]
        If secret powers4.6.69
        Suggest but truth to my divining thoughts,4.6.70
        This pretty lad will prove our country's bliss.4.6.71
        His looks are full of peaceful majesty,4.6.72
        His head by nature framed to wear a crown,4.6.73
        His hand to wield a sceptre, and himself4.6.74
        Likely in time to bless a regal throne.4.6.75
        Make much of him, my lords, for this is he4.6.76
        Must help you more than you are hurt by me.4.6.77
        [Enter a Post]
Warwick. What news, my friend?4.6.78
Post. That Edward is escaped from your brother,4.6.79
        And fled, as he hears since, to Burgundy.4.6.80
Warwick. Unsavoury news! but how made he escape?4.6.81
Post. He was convey'd by Richard Duke of Gloucester4.6.82
        And the Lord Hastings, who attended him4.6.83
        In secret ambush on the forest side4.6.84
        And from the bishop's huntsmen rescued him;4.6.85
        For hunting was his daily exercise.4.6.86
Warwick. My brother was too careless of his charge.4.6.87
        But let us hence, my sovereign, to provide4.6.88
        A salve for any sore that may betide.4.6.89
        [Exeunt all but SOMERSET, HENRY OF RICHMOND, and OXFORD]
Somerset. My lord, I like not of this flight of Edward's;4.6.90
        For doubtless Burgundy will yield him help,4.6.91
        And we shall have more wars before 't be long.4.6.92
        As Henry's late presaging prophecy4.6.93
        Did glad my heart with hope of this young Richmond,4.6.94
        So doth my heart misgive me, in these conflicts4.6.95
        What may befall him, to his harm and ours:4.6.96
        Therefore, Lord Oxford, to prevent the worst,4.6.97
        Forthwith we'll send him hence to Brittany,4.6.98
        Till storms be past of civil enmity.4.6.99
Oxford. Ay, for if Edward repossess the crown,4.6.100
        'Tis like that Richmond with the rest shall down.4.6.101
Somerset. It shall be so; he shall to Brittany.4.6.102
        Come, therefore, let's about it speedily.4.6.103

SCENE VII. Before York.

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[Flourish. Enter KING EDWARD IV, GLOUCESTER, HASTINGS, and Soldiers]
King Edward IV. Now, brother Richard, Lord Hastings, and the rest,4.7.1
        Yet thus far fortune maketh us amends,4.7.2
        And says that once more I shall interchange4.7.3
        My waned state for Henry's regal crown.4.7.4
        Well have we pass'd and now repass'd the seas4.7.5
        And brought desired help from Burgundy:4.7.6
        What then remains, we being thus arrived4.7.7
        From Ravenspurgh haven before the gates of York,4.7.8
        But that we enter, as into our dukedom?4.7.9
Gloucester. The gates made fast! Brother, I like not this;4.7.10
        For many men that stumble at the threshold4.7.11
        Are well foretold that danger lurks within.4.7.12
King Edward IV. Tush, man, abodements must not now affright us:4.7.13
        By fair or foul means we must enter in,4.7.14
        For hither will our friends repair to us.4.7.15
Hastings. My liege, I'll knock once more to summon them.4.7.16
        [Enter, on the walls, the Mayor of York, and his Brethren]
Mayor. My lords, we were forewarned of your coming,4.7.17
        And shut the gates for safety of ourselves;4.7.18
        For now we owe allegiance unto Henry.4.7.19
King Edward IV. But, master mayor, if Henry be your king,4.7.20
        Yet Edward at the least is Duke of York.4.7.21
Mayor. True, my good lord; I know you for no less.4.7.22
King Edward IV. Why, and I challenge nothing but my dukedom,4.7.23
        As being well content with that alone.4.7.24
Gloucester. [Aside] But when the fox hath once got in his nose,4.7.25
        He'll soon find means to make the body follow.4.7.26
Hastings. Why, master mayor, why stand you in a doubt?4.7.27
        Open the gates; we are King Henry's friends.4.7.28
Mayor. Ay, say you so? the gates shall then be open'd.4.7.29
        [They descend]
Gloucester. A wise stout captain, and soon persuaded!4.7.30
Hastings. The good old man would fain that all were well,4.7.31
        So 'twere not 'long of him; but being enter'd,4.7.32
        I doubt not, I, but we shall soon persuade4.7.33
        Both him and all his brothers unto reason.4.7.34
        [Enter the Mayor and two Aldermen, below]
King Edward IV. So, master mayor: these gates must not be shut4.7.35
        But in the night or in the time of war.4.7.36
        What! fear not, man, but yield me up the keys;4.7.37
        [Takes his keys]
        For Edward will defend the town and thee,4.7.38
        And all those friends that deign to follow me.4.7.39
        [March. Enter MONTGOMERY, with drum and soldiers]
Gloucester. Brother, this is Sir John Montgomery,4.7.40
        Our trusty friend, unless I be deceived.4.7.41
King Edward IV. Welcome, Sir John! But why come you in arms?4.7.42
Montague. To help King Edward in his time of storm,4.7.43
        As every loyal subject ought to do.4.7.44
King Edward IV. Thanks, good Montgomery; but we now forget4.7.45
        Our title to the crown and only claim4.7.46
        Our dukedom till God please to send the rest.4.7.47
Montague. Then fare you well, for I will hence again:4.7.48
        I came to serve a king and not a duke.4.7.49
        Drummer, strike up, and let us march away.4.7.50
        [The drum begins to march]
King Edward IV. Nay, stay, Sir John, awhi le, and we'll debate4.7.51
        By what safe means the crown may be recover'd.4.7.52
Montague. What talk you of debating? in few words,4.7.53
        If you'll not here proclaim yourself our king,4.7.54
        I'll leave you to your fortune and be gone4.7.55
        To keep them back that come to succor you:4.7.56
        Why shall we fight, if you pretend no title?4.7.57
Gloucester. Why, brother, wherefore stand you on nice points?4.7.58
King Edward IV. When we grow stronger, then we'll make our claim:4.7.59
        Till then, 'tis wisdom to conceal our meaning.4.7.60
Hastings. Away with scrupulous wit! now arms must rule.4.7.61
Gloucester. And fearless minds climb soonest unto crowns.4.7.62
        Brother, we will proclaim you out of hand:4.7.63
        The bruit thereof will bring you many friends.4.7.64
King Edward IV. Then be it as you will; for 'tis my right,4.7.65
        And Henry but usurps the diadem.4.7.66
Montague. Ay, now my sovereign speaketh like himself;4.7.67
        And now will I be Edward's champion.4.7.68
Hastings. Sound trumpet; Edward shall be here proclaim'd:4.7.69
        Come, fellow-soldier, make thou proclamation.4.7.70
Soldier. Edward the Fourth, by the grace of God, king of4.7.71
        England and France, and lord of Ireland, & c.4.7.72
Montague. And whosoe'er gainsays King Edward's right,4.7.73
        By this I challenge him to single fight.4.7.74
        [Throws down his gauntlet]
All. Long live Edward the Fourth!4.7.75
King Edward IV. Thanks, brave Montgomery; and thanks unto you all:4.7.76
        If fortune serve me, I'll requite this kindness.4.7.77
        Now, for this night, let's harbour here in York;4.7.78
        And when the morning sun shall raise his car4.7.79
        Above the border of this horizon,4.7.80
        We'll forward towards Warwick and his mates;4.7.81
        For well I wot that Henry is no soldier.4.7.82
        Ah, froward Clarence! how evil it beseems thee4.7.83
        To flatter Henry and forsake thy brother!4.7.84
        Yet, as we may, we'll meet both thee and Warwick.4.7.85
        Come on, brave soldiers: doubt not of the day,4.7.86
        And, that once gotten, doubt not of large pay.4.7.87

SCENE VIII. London. The palace.

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Warwick. What counsel, lords? Edward from Belgia,4.8.1
        With hasty Germans and blunt Hollanders,4.8.2
        Hath pass'd in safety through the narrow seas,4.8.3
        And with his troops doth march amain to London;4.8.4
        And many giddy people flock to him.4.8.5
King Henry VI. Let's levy men, and beat him back again.4.8.6
Clarence. A little fire is quickly trodden out;4.8.7
        Which, being suffer'd, rivers cannot quench.4.8.8
Warwick. In Warwickshire I have true-hearted friends,4.8.9
        Not mutinous in peace, yet bold in war;4.8.10
        Those will I muster up: and thou, son Clarence,4.8.11
        Shalt stir up in Suffolk, Norfolk, and in Kent,4.8.12
        The knights and gentlemen to come with thee:4.8.13
        Thou, brother Montague, in Buckingham,4.8.14
        Northampton and in Leicestershire, shalt find4.8.15
        Men well inclined to hear what thou command'st:4.8.16
        And thou, brave Oxford, wondrous well beloved,4.8.17
        In Oxfordshire shalt muster up thy friends.4.8.18
        My sovereign, with the loving citizens,4.8.19
        Like to his island girt in with the ocean,4.8.20
        Or modest Dian circled with her nymphs,4.8.21
        Shall rest in London till we come to him.4.8.22
        Fair lords, take leave and stand not to reply.4.8.23
        Farewell, my sovereign.4.8.24
King Henry VI. Farewell, my Hector, and my Troy's true hope.4.8.25
Clarence. In sign of truth, I kiss your highness' hand.4.8.26
King Henry VI. Well-minded Clarence, be thou fortunate!4.8.27
Montague. Comfort, my lord; and so I take my leave.4.8.28
Oxford. And thus I seal my truth, and bid adieu.4.8.29
King Henry VI. Sweet Oxford, and my loving Montague,4.8.30
        And all at once, once more a happy farewell.4.8.31
Warwick. Farewell, sweet lords: let's meet at Coventry.4.8.32
        [Exeunt all but KING HENRY VI and EXETER]
King Henry VI. Here at the palace I will rest awhile.4.8.33
        Cousin of Exeter, what thinks your lordship?4.8.34
        Methinks the power that Edward hath in field4.8.35
        Should not be able to encounter mine.4.8.36
Exeter. The doubt is that he will seduce the rest.4.8.37
King Henry VI. That's not my fear; my meed hath got me fame:4.8.38
        I have not stopp'd mine ears to their demands,4.8.39
        Nor posted off their suits with slow delays;4.8.40
        My pity hath been balm to heal their wounds,4.8.41
        My mildness hath allay'd their swelling griefs,4.8.42
        My mercy dried their water-flowing tears;4.8.43
        I have not been desirous of their wealth,4.8.44
        Nor much oppress'd them with great subsidies.4.8.45
        Nor forward of revenge, though they much err'd:4.8.46
        Then why should they love Edward more than me?4.8.47
        No, Exeter, these graces challenge grace:4.8.48
        And when the lion fawns upon the lamb,4.8.49
        The lamb will never cease to follow him.4.8.50
        [Shout within. 'A Lancaster! A Lancaster!']
Exeter. Hark, hark, my lord! what shouts are these?4.8.51
        [Enter KING EDWARD IV, GLOUCESTER, and soldiers]
King Edward IV. Seize on the shame-faced Henry, bear him hence;4.8.52
        And once again proclaim us King of England.4.8.53
        You are the fount that makes small brooks to flow:4.8.54
        Now stops thy spring; my sea sha$l suck them dry,4.8.55
        And swell so much the higher by their ebb.4.8.56
        Hence with him to the Tower; let him not speak.4.8.57
        [Exeunt some with KING HENRY VI]
        And, lords, towards Coventry bend we our course4.8.58
        Where peremptory Warwick now remains:4.8.59
        The sun shines hot; and, if we use delay,4.8.60
        Cold biting winter mars our hoped-for hay.4.8.61
Gloucester. Away betimes, before his forces join,4.8.62
        And take the great-grown traitor unawares:4.8.63
        Brave warriors, march amain towards Coventry.4.8.64


SCENE I. Coventry.

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[Enter WARWICK, the Mayor of Coventry, two Messengers, and others upon the walls]
Warwick. Where is the post that came from valiant Oxford?5.1.1
        How far hence is thy lord, mine honest fellow?5.1.2
First Messenger. By this at Dunsmore, marching hitherward.5.1.3
Warwick. How far off is our brother Montague?5.1.4
        Where is the post that came from Montague?5.1.5
Second Messenger. By this at Daintry, with a puissant troop.5.1.6
Warwick. Say, Somerville, what says my loving son?5.1.7
        And, by thy guess, how nigh is Clarence now?5.1.8
Somerset. At Southam I did leave him with his forces,5.1.9
        And do expect him here some two hours hence.5.1.10
        [Drum heard]
Warwick. Then Clarence is at hand, I hear his drum.5.1.11
Somerset. It is not his, my lord; here Southam lies:5.1.12
        The drum your honour hears marcheth from Warwick.5.1.13
Warwick. Who should that be? belike, unlook'd-for friends.5.1.14
Somerset. They are at hand, and you shall quickly know.5.1.15
        [March: flourish. Enter KING EDWARD IV, GLOUCESTER, and soldiers]
King Edward IV. Go, trumpet, to the walls, and sound a parle.5.1.16
Gloucester. See how the surly Warwick mans the wall!5.1.17
Warwick. O unbid spite! is sportful Edward come?5.1.18
        Where slept our scouts, or how are they seduced,5.1.19
        That we could hear no news of his repair?5.1.20
King Edward IV. Now, Warwick, wilt thou ope the city gates,5.1.21
        Speak gentle words and humbly bend thy knee,5.1.22
        Call Edward king and at his hands beg mercy?5.1.23
        And he shall pardon thee these outrages.5.1.24
Warwick. Nay, rather, wilt thou draw thy forces hence,5.1.25
        Confess who set thee up and pluck'd thee own,5.1.26
        Call Warwick patron and be penitent?5.1.27
        And thou shalt still remain the Duke of York.5.1.28
Gloucester. I thought, at least, he would have said the king;5.1.29
        Or did he make the jest against his will?5.1.30
Warwick. Is not a dukedom, sir, a goodly gift?5.1.31
Gloucester. Ay, by my faith, for a poor earl to give:5.1.32
        I'll do thee service for so good a gift.5.1.33
Warwick. 'Twas I that gave the kingdom to thy brother.5.1.34
King Edward IV. Why then 'tis mine, if but by Warwick's gift.5.1.35
Warwick. Thou art no Atlas for so great a weight:5.1.36
        And weakling, Warwick takes his gift again;5.1.37
        And Henry is my king, Warwick his subject.5.1.38
King Edward IV. But Warwick's king is Edward's prisoner:5.1.39
        And, gallant Warwick, do but answer this:5.1.40
        What is the body when the head is off?5.1.41
Gloucester. Alas, that Warwick had no more forecast,5.1.42
        But, whiles he thought to steal the single ten,5.1.43
        The king was slily finger'd from the deck!5.1.44
        You left poor Henry at the Bishop's palace,5.1.45
        And, ten to one, you'll meet him in the Tower.5.1.46
Edward. 'Tis even so; yet you are Warwick still.5.1.47
Gloucester. Come, Warwick, take the time; kneel down, kneel down:5.1.48
        Nay, when? strike now, or else the iron cools.5.1.49
Warwick. I had rather chop this hand off at a blow,5.1.50
        And with the other fling it at thy face,5.1.51
        Than bear so low a sail, to strike to thee.5.1.52
King Edward IV. Sail how thou canst, have wind and tide thy friend,5.1.53
        This hand, fast wound about thy coal-black hair5.1.54
        Shall, whiles thy head is warm and new cut off,5.1.55
        Write in the dust this sentence with thy blood,5.1.56
        'Wind-changing Warwick now can change no more.'5.1.57
        [Enter OXFORD, with drum and colours]
Warwick. O cheerful colours! see where Oxford comes!5.1.58
Oxford. Oxford, Oxford, for Lancaster!5.1.59
        [He and his forces enter the city]
Gloucester. The gates are open, let us enter too.5.1.60
King Edward IV. So other foes may set upon our backs.5.1.61
        Stand we in good array; for they no doubt5.1.62
        Will issue out again and bid us battle:5.1.63
        If not, the city being but of small defence,5.1.64
        We'll quickly rouse the traitors in the same.5.1.65
Warwick. O, welcome, Oxford! for we want thy help.5.1.66
        [Enter MONTAGUE with drum and colours]
Montague. Montague, Montague, for Lancaster!5.1.67
        [He and his forces enter the city]
Gloucester. Thou and thy brother both shall buy this treason5.1.68
        Even with the dearest blood your bodies bear.5.1.69
King Edward IV. The harder match'd, the greater victory:5.1.70
        My mind presageth happy gain and conquest.5.1.71
        [Enter SOMERSET, with drum and colours]
Somerset. Somerset, Somerset, for Lancaster!5.1.72
        [He and his forces enter the city]
Gloucester. Two of thy name, both Dukes of Somerset,5.1.73
        Have sold their lives unto the house of York;5.1.74
        And thou shalt be the third if this sword hold.5.1.75
        [Enter CLARENCE, with drum and colours]
Warwick. And lo, where George of Clarence sweeps along,5.1.76
        Of force enough to bid his brother battle;5.1.77
        With whom an upright zeal to right prevails5.1.78
        More than the nature of a brother's love!5.1.79
        Come, Clarence, come; thou wilt, if Warwick call.5.1.80
Clarence. Father of Warwick, know you what this means?5.1.81
        [Taking his red rose out of his hat]
        Look here, I throw my infamy at thee5.1.82
        I will not ruinate my father's house,5.1.83
        Who gave his blood to lime the stones together,5.1.84
        And set up Lancaster. Why, trow'st thou, Warwick,5.1.85
        That Clarence is so harsh, so blunt, unnatural,5.1.86
        To bend the fatal instruments of war5.1.87
        Against his brother and his lawful king?5.1.88
        Perhaps thou wilt object my holy oath:5.1.89
        To keep that oath were more impiety5.1.90
        Than Jephthah's, when he sacrificed his daughter.5.1.91
        I am so sorry for my trespass made5.1.92
        That, to deserve well at my brother's hands,5.1.93
        I here proclaim myself thy mortal foe,5.1.94
        With resolution, wheresoe'er I meet thee--5.1.95
        As I will meet thee, if thou stir abroad--5.1.96
        To plague thee for thy foul misleading me.5.1.97
        And so, proud-hearted Warwick, I defy thee,5.1.98
        And to my brother turn my blushing cheeks.5.1.99
        Pardon me, Edward, I will make amends:5.1.100
        And, Richard, do not frown upon my faults,5.1.101
        For I will henceforth be no more unconstant.5.1.102
King Edward IV. Now welcome more, and ten times more beloved,5.1.103
        Than if thou never hadst deserved our hate.5.1.104
Gloucester. Welcome, good Clarence; this is brotherlike.5.1.105
Warwick. O passing traitor, perjured and unjust!5.1.106
King Edward IV. What, Warwick, wilt thou leave the town and fight?5.1.107
        Or shall we beat the stones about thine ears?5.1.108
Warwick. Alas, I am not coop'd here for defence!5.1.109
        I will away towards Barnet presently,5.1.110
        And bid thee battle, Edward, if thou darest.5.1.111
King Edward IV. Yes, Warwick, Edward dares, and leads the way.5.1.112
        Lords, to the field; Saint George and victory!5.1.113
        [Exeunt King Edward and his company. March. Warwick and his company follow]

SCENE II. A field of battle near Barnet.

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[Alarum and excursions. Enter KING EDWARD IV, bringing forth WARWICK wounded]
King Edward IV. So, lie thou there: die thou, and die our fear;5.2.1
        For Warwick was a bug that fear'd us all.5.2.2
        Now, Montague, sit fast; I seek for thee,5.2.3
        That Warwick's bones may keep thine company.5.2.4
Warwick. Ah, who is nigh? come to me, friend or foe,5.2.5
        And tell me who is victor, York or Warwick?5.2.6
        Why ask I that? my mangled body shows,5.2.7
        My blood, my want of strength, my sick heart shows.5.2.8
        That I must yield my body to the earth5.2.9
        And, by my fall, the conquest to my foe.5.2.10
        Thus yields the cedar to the axe's edge,5.2.11
        Whose arms gave shelter to the princely eagle,5.2.12
        Under whose shade the ramping lion slept,5.2.13
        Whose top-branch overpeer'd Jove's spreading tree5.2.14
        And kept low shrubs from winter's powerful wind.5.2.15
        These eyes, that now are dimm'd with death's black veil,5.2.16
        Have been as piercing as the mid-day sun,5.2.17
        To search the secret treasons of the world:5.2.18
        The wrinkles in my brows, now filled with blood,5.2.19
        Were liken'd oft to kingly sepulchres;5.2.20
        For who lived king, but I could dig his grave?5.2.21
        And who durst mine when Warwick bent his brow?5.2.22
        Lo, now my glory smear'd in dust and blood!5.2.23
        My parks, my walks, my manors that I had.5.2.24
        Even now forsake me, and of all my lands5.2.25
        Is nothing left me but my body's length.5.2.26
        Why, what is pomp, rule, reign, but earth and dust?5.2.27
        And, live we how we can, yet die we must.5.2.28
        [Enter OXFORD and SOMERSET]
Somerset. Ah, Warwick, Warwick! wert thou as we are.5.2.29
        We might recover all our loss again;5.2.30
        The queen from France hath brought a puissant power:5.2.31
        Even now we heard the news: ah, could'st thou fly!5.2.32
Warwick. Why, then I would not fly. Ah, Montague,5.2.33
        If thou be there, sweet brother, take my hand.5.2.34
        And with thy lips keep in my soul awhile!5.2.35
        Thou lovest me not; for, brother, if thou didst,5.2.36
        Thy tears would wash this cold congealed blood5.2.37
        That glues my lips and will not let me speak.5.2.38
        Come quickly, Montague, or I am dead.5.2.39
Somerset. Ah, Warwick! Montague hath breathed his last;5.2.40
        And to the latest gasp cried out for Warwick,5.2.41
        And said 'Commend me to my valiant brother.'5.2.42
        And more he would have said, and more he spoke,5.2.43
        Which sounded like a clamour in a vault,5.2.44
        That mought not be distinguished; but at last5.2.45
        I well might hear, delivered with a groan,5.2.46
        'O, farewell, Warwick!'5.2.47
Warwick. Sweet rest his soul! Fly, lords, and save yourselves;5.2.48
        For Warwick bids you all farewell to meet in heaven.5.2.49
Oxford. Away, away, to meet the queen's great power!5.2.50
        [Here they bear away his body. Exeunt]

SCENE III. Another part of the field.

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[Flourish. Enter KING EDWARD IV in triumph; with GLOUCESTER, CLARENCE, and the rest]
King Edward IV. Thus far our fortune keeps an upward course,5.3.1
        And we are graced with wreaths of victory.5.3.2
        But, in the midst of this bright-shining day,5.3.3
        I spy a black, suspicious, threatening cloud,5.3.4
        That will encounter with our glorious sun,5.3.5
        Ere he attain his easeful western bed:5.3.6
        I mean, my lords, those powers that the queen5.3.7
        Hath raised in Gallia have arrived our coast5.3.8
        And, as we hear, march on to fight with us.5.3.9
Clarence. A little gale will soon disperse that cloud5.3.10
        And blow it to the source from whence it came:5.3.11
        The very beams will dry those vapours up,5.3.12
        For every cloud engenders not a storm.5.3.13
Gloucester. The queen is valued thirty thousand strong,5.3.14
        And Somerset, with Oxford fled to her:5.3.15
        If she have time to breathe be well assured5.3.16
        Her faction will be full as strong as ours.5.3.17
King Edward IV. We are advertised by our loving friends5.3.18
        That they do hold their course toward Tewksbury:5.3.19
        We, having now the best at Barnet field,5.3.20
        Will thither straight, for willingness rids way;5.3.21
        And, as we march, our strength will be augmented5.3.22
        In every county as we go along.5.3.23
        Strike up the drum; cry 'Courage!' and away.5.3.24

SCENE IV. Plains near Tewksbury.

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Queen Margaret. Great lords, wise men ne'er sit and wail their loss,5.4.1
        But cheerly seek how to redress their harms.5.4.2
        What though the mast be now blown overboard,5.4.3
        The cable broke, the holding-anchor lost,5.4.4
        And half our sailors swallow'd in the flood?5.4.5
        Yet lives our pilot still. Is't meet that he5.4.6
        Should leave the helm and like a fearful lad5.4.7
        With tearful eyes add water to the sea5.4.8
        And give more strength to that which hath too much,5.4.9
        Whiles, in his moan, the ship splits on the rock,5.4.10
        Which industry and courage might have saved?5.4.11
        Ah, what a shame! ah, what a fault were this!5.4.12
        Say Warwick was our anchor; what of that?5.4.13
        And Montague our topmost; what of him?5.4.14
        Our slaughter'd friends the tackles; what of these?5.4.15
        Why, is not Oxford here another anchor?5.4.16
        And Somerset another goodly mast?5.4.17
        The friends of France our shrouds and tacklings?5.4.18
        And, though unskilful, why not Ned and I5.4.19
        For once allow'd the skilful pilot's charge?5.4.20
        We will not from the helm to sit and weep,5.4.21
        But keep our course, though the rough wind say no,5.4.22
        From shelves and rocks that threaten us with wreck.5.4.23
        As good to chide the waves as speak them fair.5.4.24
        And what is Edward but ruthless sea?5.4.25
        What Clarence but a quicksand of deceit?5.4.26
        And Richard but a ragged fatal rock?5.4.27
        All these the enemies to our poor bark.5.4.28
        Say you can swim; alas, 'tis but a while!5.4.29
        Tread on the sand; why, there you quickly sink:5.4.30
        Bestride the rock; the tide will wash you off,5.4.31
        Or else you famish; that's a threefold death.5.4.32
        This speak I, lords, to let you understand,5.4.33
        If case some one of you would fly from us,5.4.34
        That there's no hoped-for mercy with the brothers5.4.35
        More than with ruthless waves, with sands and rocks.5.4.36
        Why, courage then! what cannot be avoided5.4.37
        'Twere childish weakness to lament or fear.5.4.38
Prince Edward. Methinks a woman of this valiant spirit5.4.39
        Should, if a coward heard her speak these words,5.4.40
        Infuse his breast with magnanimity5.4.41
        And make him, naked, foil a man at arms.5.4.42
        I speak not this as doubting any here5.4.43
        For did I but suspect a fearful man5.4.44
        He should have leave to go away betimes,5.4.45
        Lest in our need he might infect another5.4.46
        And make him of like spirit to himself.5.4.47
        If any such be here--as God forbid!--5.4.48
        Let him depart before we need his help.5.4.49
Oxford. Women and children of so high a courage,5.4.50
        And warriors faint! why, 'twere perpetual shame.5.4.51
        O brave young prince! thy famous grandfather5.4.52
        Doth live again in thee: long mayst thou live5.4.53
        To bear his image and renew his glories!5.4.54
Somerset. And he that will not fight for such a hope.5.4.55
        Go home to bed, and like the owl by day,5.4.56
        If he arise, be mock'd and wonder'd at.5.4.57
Queen Margaret. Thanks, gentle Somerset; sweet Oxford, thanks.5.4.58
Prince Edward. And take his thanks that yet hath nothing else.5.4.59
        [Enter a Messenger]
Messenger Prepare you, lords, for Edward is at hand.5.4.60
        Ready to fight; therefore be resolute.5.4.61
Oxford. I thought no less: it is his policy5.4.62
        To haste thus fast, to find us unprovided.5.4.63
Somerset. But he's deceived; we are in readiness.5.4.64
Queen Margaret. This cheers my heart, to see your forwardness.5.4.65
Oxford. Here pitch our battle; hence we will not budge.5.4.66
        [Flourish and march. Enter KING EDWARD IV, GLOUCESTER, CLARENCE, and soldiers]
King Edward IV. Brave followers, yonder stands the thorny wood,5.4.67
        Which, by the heavens' assistance and your strength,5.4.68
        Must by the roots be hewn up yet ere night.5.4.69
        I need not add more fuel to your fire,5.4.70
        For well I wot ye blaze to burn them out5.4.71
        Give signal to the fight, and to it, lords!5.4.72
Queen Margaret. Lords, knights, and gentlemen, what I should say5.4.73
        My tears gainsay; for every word I speak,5.4.74
        Ye see, I drink the water of mine eyes.5.4.75
        Therefore, no more but this: Henry, your sovereign,5.4.76
        Is prisoner to the foe; his state usurp'd,5.4.77
        His realm a slaughter-house, his subjects slain,5.4.78
        His statutes cancell'd and his treasure spent;5.4.79
        And yonder is the wolf that makes this spoil.5.4.80
        You fight in justice: then, in God's name, lords,5.4.81
        Be valiant and give signal to the fight.5.4.82
        [Alarum. Retreat. Excursions. Exeunt]

SCENE V. Another part of the field.

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[Flourish. Enter KING EDWARD IV, GLOUCESTER, CLARENCE, and soldiers; with QUEEN MARGARET, OXFORD, and SOMERSET, prisoners]
King Edward IV. Now here a period of tumultuous broils.5.5.1
        Away with Oxford to Hames Castle straight:5.5.2
        For Somerset, off with his guilty head.5.5.3
        Go, bear them hence; I will not hear them speak.5.5.4
Oxford. For my part, I'll not trouble thee with words.5.5.5
Somerset. Nor I, but stoop with patience to my fortune.5.5.6
        [Exeunt Oxford and Somerset, guarded]
Queen Margaret. So part we sadly in this troublous world,5.5.7
        To meet with joy in sweet Jerusalem.5.5.8
King Edward IV. Is proclamation made, that who finds Edward5.5.9
        Shall have a high reward, and he his life?5.5.10
Gloucester. It is: and lo, where youthful Edward comes!5.5.11
        [Enter soldiers, with PRINCE EDWARD]
King Edward IV. Bring forth the gallant, let us hear him speak.5.5.12
        What! can so young a thorn begin to prick?5.5.13
        Edward, what satisfaction canst thou make5.5.14
        For bearing arms, for stirring up my subjects,5.5.15
        And all the trouble thou hast turn'd me to?5.5.16
Prince Edward. Speak like a subject, proud ambitious York!5.5.17
        Suppose that I am now my father's mouth;5.5.18
        Resign thy chair, and where I stand kneel thou,5.5.19
        Whilst I propose the selfsame words to thee,5.5.20
        Which traitor, thou wouldst have me answer to.5.5.21
Queen Margaret. Ah, that thy father had been so resolved!5.5.22
Gloucester. That you might still have worn the petticoat,5.5.23
        And ne'er have stol'n the breech from Lancaster.5.5.24
Prince Edward. Let AEsop fable in a winter's night;5.5.25
        His currish riddles sort not with this place.5.5.26
Gloucester. By heaven, brat, I'll plague ye for that word.5.5.27
Queen Margaret. Ay, thou wast born to be a plague to men.5.5.28
Gloucester. For God's sake, take away this captive scold.5.5.29
Prince Edward. Nay, take away this scolding crookback rather.5.5.30
King Edward IV. Peace, wilful boy, or I will charm your tongue.5.5.31
Clarence. Untutor'd lad, thou art too malapert.5.5.32
Prince Edward. I know my duty; you are all undutiful:5.5.33
        Lascivious Edward, and thou perjured George,5.5.34
        And thou mis-shapen Dick, I tell ye all5.5.35
        I am your better, traitors as ye are:5.5.36
        And thou usurp'st my father's right and mine.5.5.37
King Edward IV. Take that, thou likeness of this railer here.5.5.38
        [Stabs him]
Gloucester. Sprawl'st thou? take that, to end thy agony.5.5.39
        [Stabs him]
Clarence. And there's for twitting me with perjury.5.5.40
        [Stabs him]
Queen Margaret. O, kill me too!5.5.41
Gloucester. Marry, and shall.5.5.42
        [Offers to kill her]
King Edward IV. Hold, Richard, hold; for we have done too much.5.5.43
Gloucester. Why should she live, to fill the world with words?5.5.44
King Edward IV. What, doth she swoon? use means for her recovery.5.5.45
Gloucester. Clarence, excuse me to the king my brother;5.5.46
        I'll hence to London on a serious matter:5.5.47
        Ere ye come there, be sure to hear some news.5.5.48
Clarence. What? what?5.5.49
Gloucester. The Tower, the Tower.5.5.50
Queen Margaret. O Ned, sweet Ned! speak to thy mother, boy!5.5.51
        Canst thou not speak? O traitors! murderers!5.5.52
        They that stabb'd Caesar shed no blood at all,5.5.53
        Did not offend, nor were not worthy blame,5.5.54
        If this foul deed were by to equal it:5.5.55
        He was a man; this, in respect, a child:5.5.56
        And men ne'er spend their fury on a child.5.5.57
        What's worse than murderer, that I may name it?5.5.58
        No, no, my heart will burst, and if I speak:5.5.59
        And I will speak, that so my heart may burst.5.5.60
        Butchers and villains! bloody cannibals!5.5.61
        How sweet a plant have you untimely cropp'd!5.5.62
        You have no children, butchers! if you had,5.5.63
        The thought of them would have stirr'd up remorse:5.5.64
        But if you ever chance to have a child,5.5.65
        Look in his youth to have him so cut off5.5.66
        As, deathmen, you have rid this sweet young prince!5.5.67
King Edward IV. Away with her; go, bear her hence perforce.5.5.68
Queen Margaret. Nay, never bear me hence, dispatch me here,5.5.69
        Here sheathe thy sword, I'll pardon thee my death:5.5.70
        What, wilt thou not? then, Clarence, do it thou.5.5.71
Clarence. By heaven, I will not do thee so much ease.5.5.72
Queen Margaret. Good Clarence, do; sweet Clarence, do thou do it.5.5.73
Clarence. Didst thou not hear me swear I would not do it?5.5.74
Queen Margaret. Ay, but thou usest to forswear thyself:5.5.75
        'Twas sin before, but now 'tis charity.5.5.76
        What, wilt thou not? Where is that devil's butcher,5.5.77
        Hard-favour'd Richard? Richard, where art thou?5.5.78
        Thou art not here: murder is thy alms-deed;5.5.79
        Petitioners for blood thou ne'er put'st back.5.5.80
King Edward IV. Away, I say; I charge ye, bear her hence.5.5.81
Queen Margaret. So come to you and yours, as to this Prince!5.5.82
        [Exit, led out forcibly]
King Edward IV. Where's Richard gone?5.5.83
Clarence. To London, all in post; and, as I guess,5.5.84
        To make a bloody supper in the Tower.5.5.85
King Edward IV. He's sudden, if a thing comes in his head.5.5.86
        Now march we hence: discharge the common sort5.5.87
        With pay and thanks, and let's away to London5.5.88
        And see our gentle queen how well she fares:5.5.89
        By this, I hope, she hath a son for me.5.5.90

SCENE VI. London. The Tower.

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[Enter KING HENRY VI and GLOUCESTER, with the Lieutenant, on the walls]
Gloucester. Good day, my lord. What, at your book so hard?5.6.1
King Henry VI. Ay, my good lord:--my lord, I should say rather;5.6.2
        'Tis sin to flatter; 'good' was little better:5.6.3
        'Good Gloucester' and 'good devil' were alike,5.6.4
        And both preposterous; therefore, not 'good lord.'5.6.5
Gloucester. Sirrah, leave us to ourselves: we must confer.5.6.6
        [Exit Lieutenant]
King Henry VI. So flies the reckless shepherd from the wolf;5.6.7
        So first the harmless sheep doth yield his fleece5.6.8
        And next his throat unto the butcher's knife.5.6.9
        What scene of death hath Roscius now to act?5.6.10
Gloucester. Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind;5.6.11
        The thief doth fear each bush an officer.5.6.12
King Henry VI. The bird that hath been limed in a bush,5.6.13
        With trembling wings misdoubteth every bush;5.6.14
        And I, the hapless male to one sweet bird,5.6.15
        Have now the fatal object in my eye5.6.16
        Where my poor young was limed, was caught and kill'd.5.6.17
Gloucester. Why, what a peevish fool was that of Crete,5.6.18
        That taught his son the office of a fowl!5.6.19
        An yet, for all his wings, the fool was drown'd.5.6.20
King Henry VI. I, Daedalus; my poor boy, Icarus;5.6.21
        Thy father, Minos, that denied our course;5.6.22
        The sun that sear'd the wings of my sweet boy5.6.23
        Thy brother Edward, and thyself the sea5.6.24
        Whose envious gulf did swallow up his life.5.6.25
        Ah, kill me with thy weapon, not with words!5.6.26
        My breast can better brook thy dagger's point5.6.27
        Than can my ears that tragic history.5.6.28
        But wherefore dost thou come? is't for my life?5.6.29
Gloucester. Think'st thou I am an executioner?5.6.30
King Henry VI. A persecutor, I am sure, thou art:5.6.31
        If murdering innocents be executing,5.6.32
        Why, then thou art an executioner.5.6.33
Gloucester. Thy son I kill'd for his presumption.5.6.34
King Henry VI. Hadst thou been kill'd when first thou didst presume,5.6.35
        Thou hadst not lived to kill a son of mine.5.6.36
        And thus I prophesy, that many a thousand,5.6.37
        Which now mistrust no parcel of my fear,5.6.38
        And many an old man's sigh and many a widow's,5.6.39
        And many an orphan's water-standing eye--5.6.40
        Men for their sons, wives for their husbands,5.6.41
        And orphans for their parents timeless death--5.6.42
        Shall rue the hour that ever thou wast born.5.6.43
        The owl shriek'd at thy birth,--an evil sign;5.6.44
        The night-crow cried, aboding luckless time;5.6.45
        Dogs howl'd, and hideous tempest shook down trees;5.6.46
        The raven rook'd her on the chimney's top,5.6.47
        And chattering pies in dismal discords sung.5.6.48
        Thy mother felt more than a mother's pain,5.6.49
        And, yet brought forth less than a mother's hope,5.6.50
        To wit, an indigested and deformed lump,5.6.51
        Not like the fruit of such a goodly tree.5.6.52
        Teeth hadst thou in thy head when thou wast born,5.6.53
        To signify thou camest to bite the world:5.6.54
        And, if the rest be true which I have heard,5.6.55
        Thou camest--5.6.56
Gloucester. I'll hear no more: die, prophet in thy speech:5.6.57
        [Stabs him]
        For this amongst the rest, was I ordain'd.5.6.58
King Henry VI. Ay, and for much more slaughter after this.5.6.59
        God forgive my sins, and pardon thee!5.6.60
Gloucester. What, will the aspiring blood of Lancaster5.6.61
        Sink in the ground? I thought it would have mounted.5.6.62
        See how my sword weeps for the poor king's death!5.6.63
        O, may such purple tears be alway shed5.6.64
        From those that wish the downfall of our house!5.6.65
        If any spark of life be yet remaining,5.6.66
        Down, down to hell; and say I sent thee thither:5.6.67
        [Stabs him again]
        I, that have neither pity, love, nor fear.5.6.68
        Indeed, 'tis true that Henry told me of;5.6.69
        For I have often heard my mother say5.6.70
        I came into the world with my legs forward:5.6.71
        Had I not reason, think ye, to make haste,5.6.72
        And seek their ruin that usurp'd our right?5.6.73
        The midwife wonder'd and the women cried5.6.74
        'O, Jesus bless us, he is born with teeth!'5.6.75
        And so I was; which plainly signified5.6.76
        That I should snarl and bite and play the dog.5.6.77
        Then, since the heavens have shaped my body so,5.6.78
        Let hell make crook'd my mind to answer it.5.6.79
        I have no brother, I am like no brother;5.6.80
        And this word 'love,' which graybeards call divine,5.6.81
        Be resident in men like one another5.6.82
        And not in me: I am myself alone.5.6.83
        Clarence, beware; thou keep'st me from the light:5.6.84
        But I will sort a pitchy day for thee;5.6.85
        For I will buz abroad such prophecies5.6.86
        That Edward shall be fearful of his life,5.6.87
        And then, to purge his fear, I'll be thy death.5.6.88
        King Henry and the prince his son are gone:5.6.89
        Clarence, thy turn is next, and then the rest,5.6.90
        Counting myself but bad till I be best.5.6.91
        I'll throw thy body in another room5.6.92
        And triumph, Henry, in thy day of doom.5.6.93
        [Exit, with the body]

SCENE VII. London. The palace.

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[Flourish. Enter KING EDWARD IV, QUEEN ELIZABETH, CLARENCE, GLOUCESTER, HASTINGS, a Nurse with the young Prince, and Attendants]
King Edward IV. Once more we sit in England's royal throne,5.7.1
        Re-purchased with the blood of enemies.5.7.2
        What valiant foemen, like to autumn's corn,5.7.3
        Have we mow'd down, in tops of all their pride!5.7.4
        Three Dukes of Somerset, threefold renown'd5.7.5
        For hardy and undoubted champions;5.7.6
        Two Cliffords, as the father and the son,5.7.7
        And two Northumberlands; two braver men5.7.8
        Ne'er spurr'd their coursers at the trumpet's sound;5.7.9
        With them, the two brave bears, Warwick and Montague,5.7.10
        That in their chains fetter'd the kingly lion5.7.11
        And made the forest tremble when they roar'd.5.7.12
        Thus have we swept suspicion from our seat5.7.13
        And made our footstool of security.5.7.14
        Come hither, Bess, and let me kiss my boy.5.7.15
        Young Ned, for thee, thine uncles and myself5.7.16
        Have in our armours watch'd the winter's night,5.7.17
        Went all afoot in summer's scalding heat,5.7.18
        That thou mightst repossess the crown in peace;5.7.19
        And of our labours thou shalt reap the gain.5.7.20
Gloucester. [Aside] I'll blast his harvest, if your head were laid;5.7.21
        For yet I am not look'd on in the world.5.7.22
        This shoulder was ordain'd so thick to heave;5.7.23
        And heave it shall some weight, or break my back:5.7.24
        Work thou the way,--and thou shalt execute.5.7.25
King Edward IV. Clarence and Gloucester, love my lovely queen;5.7.26
        And kiss your princely nephew, brothers both.5.7.27
Clarence. The duty that I owe unto your majesty5.7.28
        I seal upon the lips of this sweet babe.5.7.29
Queen Elizabeth. Thanks, noble Clarence; worthy brother, thanks.5.7.30
Gloucester. And, that I love the tree from whence thou sprang'st,5.7.31
        Witness the loving kiss I give the fruit.5.7.32
        And cried 'all hail!' when as he meant all harm.5.7.33
King Edward IV. Now am I seated as my soul delights,5.7.34
        Having my country's peace and brothers' loves.5.7.35
Clarence. What will your grace have done with Margaret?5.7.36
        Reignier, her father, to the king of France5.7.37
        Hath pawn'd the Sicils and Jerusalem,5.7.38
        And hither have they sent it for her ransom.5.7.39
King Edward IV. Away with her, and waft her hence to France.5.7.40
        And now what rests but that we spend the time5.7.41
        With stately triumphs, mirthful comic shows,5.7.42
        Such as befits the pleasure of the court?5.7.43
        Sound drums and trumpets! farewell sour annoy!5.7.44
        For here, I hope, begins our lasting joy.5.7.45

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