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act i of henry the sixth part two by william shakespeare act i scene i london the palace

flourish of trumpets then ho boys enter king henry the sixth gloucester salisbury warwick and cardinal on the one side queen margaret sulphic york somerset and buckingham on the other as by your high imperial majesty i had in charge at my depart for france

as procurator to your excellence to marry princess margaret for your grace so in the famous ancient city tours in presence of the kings of france and sicil the dukes of orleans calibre breton and allentown

seven earls twelve barons and twenty reverend bishops i have performed my task and was espoused and humbly now upon my bended knee in sight of england and her lordly peers deliver up my title in the queen

to your most gracious hands that are the substance of that great shadow i did represent the happiest gift that ever marquess gave the fairest queen that ever king receiv'd suffolk arise welcome queen margaret i can express no kinder sign of love than this kind kiss o lord that lends me life lend me a heart replete with thankfulness

for thou hast given me in this beauteous face a world of earthly blessings to my soul if sympathy of love unite our thoughts great king of england and my gracious lord the mutual conference that my mind hath had by day by night waking and in my dreams in courtly company or at my beads

with you mine alder leafest sovran makes me the bolder to salute my king with ruder terms such as my wit affords and over joy of heart doth minister her sight did ravish but her grace in speech her words eclad with wisdom's majesty

makes me from wondering fall to weeping joys such is the fulness of my heart's content lords with one cheerful voice welcome my love long live queen margaret english happiness we thank you all flourish my lord protector so it please your grace here are the articles of contracted peace

between our sovereign and the french king charles for eighteen months concluded by consent read in premise it is agreed between the french king charles and william de la pole marquess of suffolk ambassador for henry king of england

but the said henry shall espouse the lady margaret daughter unto regnier king of naples sicily and jerusalem and crown her queen of england ere the thirtieth of may next ensuing item that the duchy of anjou and the county of maine shall be released and delivered to the king her father let the paper fall uncle how now pardon me gracious lord some sudden qualm hath struck me at the heart

"'and dimmed mine eyes that I can read no further.' "'Uncle of Winchester, I pray, read on.' "'Reads.' "'Item. It is further agreed between them "'that the Duchess of Anjou and Maine "'shall be released and delivered over to the King her father, "'and she sent over of the King of England's own proper cost and charges, "'without having any dowry.' "'They please us well. "'Lord Marquess, kneel down.'

we here create thee the first duke of suffolk and gird thee with the sword cousin of york we here discharge your grace from being regent of the parts of france till term of eighteen months be full expired

"'Thanks, Uncle Winchester, Gloucester, York, Buckingham, Somerset, Salisbury and Warwick. We thank you all for the great favour done in entertainment to my princely queen. Come, let us in, and with all speed provide to see her coronation be performed.' Exent King Henry VI, Queen Margaret, and Suffolk. "'Brave peers of England, pillars of the state, to you!'

Duke Humphrey must unload his grief, your grief, the common grief of all the land. What did my brother Henry spend his youth, his valour, coin, and people in the wars? Did he so often lodge in open field, in winter's coal, and summer's parching heat, to conquer France, his true inheritance? And did my brother Bedford toil his wits, to keep by policy what Henry got?

Have you yourselves, Somerset, Buckingham, brave York, Salisbury, victorious Warwick, Received deep scars in France and Normandy? Or hath mine uncle Beaufort and thyself, With all the learned council of the realm, Studied so long, sat in the council-house early and late, Debating to and fro how France and Frenchmen might be kept in awe? And had his Highness in his infancy crowned In Paris in despite of foes? And chell these labours?

And his honours die? Shall Henry's conquest, Bedford's vigilance, Your deeds of war and all our counsel die? O peers of England, shameful is this league, Fatal this marriage! Canceling your fame, blotting your names From books of memory, raising the characters Of your renown, defacing monuments Of conquered France.

And doing all as all had never been. Nephew, what means this passionate discourse, This penoration with such circumstance? For France 'tis ours, and we will keep it still. Ay, uncle, we will keep it, if we can; But now it is impossible we should. Suffolk, the new-made duke that rules the roast, Hath been given the duchy of Andes and of Maine, And to the poor King Rainier, whose large style

agrees not with the leanness of his purse now by the death of him that died for all these counties were the keys of normandy but wherefore weeps warwick my valiant son for grief they are past recovery or whether hope to conquer them again my sword should shed hot blood might eyes no tears anjou and main myself did win them both

Those provinces these arms of mine did conquer, and other cities, that I got, with wounds, delivered up again with peaceful words? Morte Dieu! For Suffolk's duke, may he be Suffocate that dims the honour of this warlike isle! France should have torn and rent my very heart before I would have yielded to this league.

i never read but england's kings have had large sums of gold and dowries with their wives and our king henry gives away his own to match with her that brings no vantages king a proper jest and never heard before that suffolk should demand a whole fifteenth for costs and charges in transporting her

She should have stayed in France, And starved in France before. My lord of Gloucester, now ye grow too hot. It was the pleasure of my lord the king. My lord of Winchester, I know your mind. 'Tis not my speeches that you do mislike, But 'tis my presence that doth trouble ye. Rancour will out, pride prelate in thy face. I see thy fury. If I longer stay, we shall begin our ancient bickerings. Lordings, farewell.

and say when I am gone, I prophesied France will be lost ere long. Exit. So there goes our protector in a rage. Tis known to you he is mine enemy. Nay, more, an enemy unto you all, and no great friend, I fear me, to the king. Consider, lords, he is the next of blood, and heir apparent to the English crown. Had Henry got an empire by his marriage, and all the wealthy kingdoms of the West, there's reason he should be displeased at it.

look to it lords let not his smoothing words bewitch your hearts be wise and circumspect what though the common people favour him calling him humphrey the good duke of gloucester clapping their hands and crying with loud voice jees you maintain your royal excellence with god preserve the good duke humphrey

I fear me, lords, for all this flattering gloss, he will be found a dangerous protector. Why should he then protect our sovereign, he being of age to govern himself? Cousin of Somerset, join you with me, and altogether with the Duke of Suffolk, we'll quickly hoist you comfrey from his seat. This weighty business will not brook delay. I'll to the Duke of Suffolk presently.

Exit. Cousin of Buckingham, though Humphrey's pride and greatness of his place be grief to us, yet let us watch the haughty Cardinal.

his insolence is more intolerable than all the princes in the land beside if gloucester be displaced he'll be protector or thou or i somerset will be protector despite duke humphrey or the cardinal exult buckingham and somerset pride went before ambition follows him while these do labor for their own preferment behoves it us to labor for the realm

i never saw but humphrey duke of gloucester did bear him like a noble gentleman oft have i seen the haughty cardinal more like a soldier than a man of the church as stout and proud as he were lord of all swear like a ruffian and demean himself unlike the ruler of a common-wheel work my son the comfort of my age thy deeds thy plainness and thy housekeeping hath won the greatest favour of the commons excepting none but good duke humphrey

and brother york thy acts in ireland in bringing them to civil discipline thy late exploits done in the heart of france when thou wert regent for our sovereign have made thee feared and honored of the people join me together for the public good in what we can to bridle and suppress the pride of suffolk and the cardinal with somerset's and buckingham's ambition

and as we may cherish due country's deeds while they do tend the profit of the land so god help warwick as he loves the land and common profit of his country and so says york for he hath greatest cause then let's make haste away and look unto the main unto the main o father main is lost that main which by main force warwick did win

and would have kept so long as breath did last main chance father you meant but i meant maine which i will win from france or else be slain warwick and salisbury anjou and maine are given to the french paris is lost the state of normandy stands on a tickle point now they are gone

suffolk concluded on the articles the peers agreed and henry was well pleased to change two dukedoms for a duke's fair daughter i cannot blame them all what is't to them tis thine they give away and not their own

Pirates may make cheap pennyworths of their pillage, and purchase friends, and give to courtesans, still revelling like lords till all be gone; while, as the silly owner of the goods, weeps over them, and wrings his hapless hands, and shakes his head, and trembling stands aloof, while all is shared, and all is borne away, ready to starve, and dare not touch his own.

so york must sit and fret and bite his tongue while his own lands are bargained for and sold methinks the realms of england france and ireland bear that proportion to my flesh and blood as did the fatal brand althea burned unto the prince's heart of calydon

anjou and maine both given unto the french cold news for me for i had hope of france even as i have of fertile england's soil a day will come when york shall claim his own and therefore i will take the nevill's parts and make a show of love to proud duke humphrey and when i spy advantage claim the crown for that's the golden mark i seek to hit

nor shall proud lancaster usurp my right nor hold the sceptre in his childish fist nor wear the diadem upon his head whose church-like humours fits not for a crown then york be still awhile till time do serve watch thou and wake when others be asleep to pry into the secrets of the state

Till Henry, surfeiting in joys of love, With his new bride and England's dear-bought queen, And Humphrey with the peers befallen at jars, Then will I raise aloft the milk-white rose, With whose sweet smell the air shall be perfumed, And in my standard bear the arms of York To grapple with the house of Lancaster, And force perforce I'll make him yield the crown, Whose bookish rule hath pulled fair England down. EXIT

scene two gloucester's house enter gloucester and his duchess why droops my lord like over-ripened corn hanging the head at ceres plenteous load why doth the great duke humphrey knit his brows this frowning at the favours of the world why are thine eyes fixed to the sullen earth gazing on that which seems to dim thy sight what seest thou there

king henry's diadem enchased with all the honors of the world if so gaze on and grovel on thy face until thy head be circled with the same put forth thy hand reach at the glorious gold what is too short

i'll lengthen it with mine and having both together heaved it up we'll both together lift our heads to heaven and never more abase our sight so low as to vouchsafe one glance unto the ground oh nell sweet nell if thou dost love thy lord banish the canker of ambitious thoughts and may that thought when i imagine ill against my king and nephew virtuous henry be my last breathing in this mortal world

my troublous dream this night doth make me sad what dream'd my lord tell me and i'll requite it with sweet rehearsal of my morning's dream methought this staff mine office bad in court was broke in twain by whom i have forgot but as i think it was the cardinal and on the pieces of the broken wand were placed the heads of edmund duke of somerset and william de la pole first duke of suffolk this was my dream

what it doth bode god knows tut this was nothing but an argument that he that breaks a stick of gloster's grove shall lose his head for his presumption but list me my humfrey my sweet duke

methought i sat in seat of majesty in the cathedral church of westminster and in that chair where kings and queens are crowned where henry and dame margaret kneeled to me and on my head did set the diadem nay eleanor then must i chide outright presumptuous dame ill-nurtured eleanor art thou not second woman in the realm and the protector's wife beloved of him hast thou not worldly pleasure at command above the reach or compass of thy thought

and wilt thou still be hammering treachery to tumble down thy husband and myself from top of honour to disgrace his feet away from me let me hear no more elinor what what my lord are you so choleric with elinor for telling but her dream

next time i'll keep my dreams unto myself and not be checked lear nay be not angry i am pleased again enter messenger messenger my lord protector tis his highness pleasure you do prepare to ride unto st albans whereas the king and queen do mean to hawk i go come nell thou wilt ride with us yes my good lord i'll follow presently

exit gloucester and messenger follow i must i cannot go before while gloucester bears this base and humble mind were i a man a duke and next of blood i would remove these tedious stumbling blocks and smooth my way upon their headless necks and being a woman i will not be slack to play my part in fortune's pageant

Where are you there? Sir John? Nay, fear not, man, we are alone. There's none but thee and I. Enter Hume. Jesus preserve your royal majesty. What say'st thou? Majesty? I am but grace. But by the grace of God and Hume's advice, your grace's title shall be multiplied. What say'st thou, man? Hast thou us yet conferred with Marjorie Jourdain, the cunning witch, with Roger Bullenbrook, the conjurer?

and will they undertake to do me good this they have promised to show your highness a spirit raised from depth of underground that shall make answer to such questions as by your grace shall be propounded him it is enough i'll think upon the questions when from st albans we do make return we'll see these things effected to the full hear him take this reward

make merry man with thy confederates in this weighty cause exit hume must make merry with the duchess's gold marry and shall but how now sir john hume seal up your lips and give no words but mum the business asketh silent secrecy

"'Dame Eleanor gives gold to bring the witch. "'Gold cannot come amiss, were she a devil. "'Yet have I gold flies from another coast, "'I dare not say from the rich cardinal "'and from the great and new-made Duke of Suffolk, "'yet I do find it so. "'For to be plain, they, knowing Dame Eleanor's aspiring humour, "'have hired me to undermine the Duchess "'and buzz these conjurations in her brain.'

"'They say a crafty knave does need no broker. "'Yet am I Suffolk and the Cardinal's broker? "'Hume, if you take not heed, you shall go near "'to call them both a pair of crafty knaves. "'Well, so it stands, and thus, I fear at last, "'Hume's knavery will be the Duchess's wreck, "'and her attainter will be Humphrey's fall. "'Sort how it will, I shall have gold for all.'" EXIT SCENE 3 THE PALACE

Enter three or four petitioners. Peter, the armourer's man, being one. My masters, let's stand close. My Lord Protector will come this way by and by, and then we may deliver our supplications in the quill. Mary, the Lord protect him, for he's a good man. Ye who bless him. Enter Suffolk and Queen Margaret. Here comes, methinks, and a queen with him.

i'll be the first sure duke come back fool this is the duke of suffolk and not my lord protector fulch how now fellow wouldst any thing with me duke i pray my lord pardon me i took you for my lord protector reading to my lord protector

are your supplications to his lordship let me see them what is thine myn is and please your grace against john goodman my lord cardinal's man for keeping my house and lands and wife and all from me thy wife too that's some wrong indeed what's yours what's here against the duke of suffolk for enclosing the

the commons of Melford. How now, Sir Knave? Alas, sir, I am but a poor petitioner of our whole township. Giving his petition. Against my master, Thomas Horner, for saying that the Duke of York was rightful heir to the crown. Why?

what sayest thou did the duke of york say he was rightful heir to the crown that my master was no forsooth my master said that he was and that the king was an usurper who is there enter servant take this fellow in and send for his master with a pursuivant presently we'll hear more of your matter before the king

exit servant with peter and as for you that love to be protected under the wings of our protector's grace begin your suits anew and sue to him tears the supplication away base cullians suffolk let them go come let's be gone

my lord of suffolk say is it the guise is this the fashion in the court of england is this the government of britain's isle and this the royalty of albion's king what shall king henry be a pupil still under the surly gloucester's governance am i a queen in title and in style and must be made a subject to a duke

i tell thee pole when in the city tour thou ran'st a tilt in honour of my love and stole'st away the ladies hearts of france i thought king henry had resembled thee in courage courtship and proportion

but all his mind is bent to holiness to number ave maries on his beads his champions are the prophets and apostles his weapons holy saws of sacred writ his study is his tilt-yard and his loves are brazen images of canonized saints

i would the college of the cardinals would choose him pope and carry him to rome and set the triple crown upon his head that were a state fit for his holiness captain madame be patient as i was caused your highness came to england so will i in england work your graces full content

Beside the haughty protector have we Beaufort, the imperious churchman, Somerset, Buckingham, and grumbling York, and not the least of these, but can do more in England than the king. B. And he of these that can do most of all cannot do more in England than the Neville's. Salisbury and Warwick are no simple peers.

"'Not all these lords do vex me half so much as that proud dame, "'the Lord Protector's wife. "'She sweeps it through the court with troops of ladies, "'more like an empress than Duke Humphrey's wife. "'Strangers in court do take her for the queen. "'She bears a duke's revenues on her back, "'and in her heart she scorns our poverty.'

shall i not live to be avenged on her contemptuous base-born caled as she is she vaunted mongst her minions t'other day the very train of her worst wearing gown was better worth than all my father's lands till suffolk gave two dukedoms for his daughter

madam myself have limed a brush for her and placed a choir of such enticing birds that she will like to listen to the lays and never mount to trouble you again so let her rest and madam list to me for i am bold to counsel you in this although we fancy not the cardinal yet must we join with him and with the lords till we have brought duke humphrey in disgrace

as for the duke of york this late complaint will make but little for his benefit so one by one we'll weed them all at last and you yourself shall steer the happy helm sound a senate enter king henry the sixth

Gloucester, Cardinal, Buckingham, York, Somerset, Salisbury, Warwick, and the Duchess. For my part, noble lords, I care not which, or Somerset or York all's one to me. If York have ill demeaned himself in France, then let him be denied the regentship. If Somerset be unworthy of the place, let York be regent. I will yield to him.

Whether your grace be worthy, yea or no, dispute not that. York is the worthier. Ambitious Warwick, let thy betters speak. The cardinal's not my better in the field. All in this presence are thy betters, Warwick. Warwick may live to be the best of all.

Peace, son, and show some reason, Buckingham, why Somerset should be preferred in this. Because the king forsooth will have it so. Madam, the king is old enough himself to give his censure. These are no women's matters. If he be old enough, what needs your grace to be protector of his excellence?

madam i am protector of the realm and at his pleasure will resign my place resign it then and leave thine insolence since thou wert king as who is king but thou the commonwealth hath daily run to wreck the dauphin hath prevailed beyond the seas and all the peers and nobles of the realm have been as bondmen to thy sovereignty

The commons hast thou racked. The clergy's bags are lank and lean with thy extortions. Thy sumptuous buildings and thy wife's attire have cost a mass of public treasury. Thy cruelty in execution upon offenders hath exceeded law, and left thee to the mercy of the law. The sale of offices and towns in France, if they were known, as the suspect is great, would make thee quickly hop without thy head. Exit Gloucester.

queen margaret drops her fan give me my fan what minion can you not she gives the duchess a box on the ear

"'I cry you mercy, madam. Was it you?' "'Was't I? Yea, I it was, proud Frenchwoman. "'Could I come near your beauty with my nails, I'd set my ten commandments in your face.' "'Sweet aunt, be quiet. T'was against her will.' "'Against her will! Good king, look to it in time. "'She'll hamper thee and dandle thee like a baby.'

though in this place most master wear no breeches she shall not strike dame eleanor unrevenged exit ds lord cardinal i will follow eleanor and listen after humphrey how he proceeds she is tickled now her fume needs no spurs she'll gallop far enough to her destruction

Now, lords, my collar being overblown, With walking once about the quadrangle, I come to talk of commonwealth affairs. As for your spiteful false objections, prove them, And I'll lie open to the law. But God in mercy still deal with my soul, As I am due to love my king and country. But to the matter that we have in hand, I say, my sovereign, York is meetest man to be your regent in the realm of France.

Before we make election, give me leave to show some reason of no little force that York is most unmeet of any man. I'll tell thee, Suffolk, why I am unmeet. First, for I cannot flatter thee in pride. Next, if I be appointed for the place, my lord of Somerset will keep me here without discharge, money, or furniture, till France be won into the Dauphin's hands.

last time i danced attendance on his will till paris was besieged famished and lost that can i witness and of foul effect did never traitor in the land commit peace headstrong warwick image of pride why should i hold my peace

enter horner the armourer and his man peter guarded ss because here is a man accused of treason pray god the duke of york excuse himself ss doth any one accuse york for a traitor what mean'st thou suffolk tell me what are these

please it your majesty this is the man that doth accuse his master of high treason his words were these that richard duke of york was rightful heir unto the english crown and that your majesty was a usurper say man were these thy words it shall please your majesty i never said nor thought any such matter

god is my witness i am falsely accused by the villain by these ten bones my lords he did speak them to me in the garret one night as we were scouring my lord of york's armour base dunghill villain and mechanical i'll have thy head for this thy traitor's speech i do beseech your royal majesty let him have all the rigour of the law alas my lord hang me if i ever spake the words

my accuser is my prentice and when i did correct him for his fault the other day he did vow upon his knees he would be even with me i have good witness of this therefore i beseech your majesty do not cast away an honest man for a villain's accusation ang what shall we say to this in law this doom my lord if i may judge let somerset be regent over the french because in york this breeds suspicion

and that these have a day appointed them for single combat in convenient place for he hath witness of his servants malice this is the law and this do come from his doom i humbly thank your royal majesty and i accept the combat willingly alas my lord i cannot fight for god's sake pity my case the spite of man prevaileth against me

O Lord, have mercy upon me. I shall never be able to fight a blow. O Lord, my heart! Sarah, or you must fight, or else be hanged. Away with them to prison, and the day of combat shall be the last of the next month. Come, Somerset, we'll see thee sent away. Flourish, Exant, Scene 4, Gloucester's Garden, Enter Margaret, Jordaine, Hume, Southwell,

And Bolingbroke. Come, my masters, the Duchess, I tell you, expects performance of your promises. Master Hume, we are therefore provided. Will her ladyship behold and hear our exorcisms? Ay, what else? Fear you not her courage. I have heard her reported to be a woman of an invincible spirit.

but it shall be convenient master hume that you be by her aloft while we be busy below and so i pray you go in god's name and leave us exit hume mother jordaine be you prostrate and grovel on the earth john southwell read you and let us to our work enter the duchess aloft

hume following well said my masters and welcome all to this gear the sooner the better patience good lady wizards know their times deep night dark night the silent of the night

The time of night when Troy was set on fire, the time when screech-owls cry and band-dogs howl, and spirits walk and ghosts break up their graves, that time best fits the work we have in hand. Madam, sit you and fear not.

whom we raise we will make fast within a hallowed verd here they do the ceremony's belonging and make the circle

tetragrammatum quod in carta ac in scriptum observas quod santissimi huius nominus virtute exsacritissimam in momente mihi prestes obbedientiam idque sine fraude fallaciae ad equivocatione

Then the spirit riseth. As mirth, by the eternal God, whose name and power though trembles that,

answer that i shall ask for till thou speak thou shalt not pass from hence reading out of a paper first of the king what shall of him become

As the spirit speaks, Southwell writes the answer. What fates await the Duke of Suffolk? What shall befall the Duke of Somerset?

Descend to darkness and the burning lake, false fiend of void.

Enter York and Buckingham with their guard and break in. Lay hands upon these traitors and their trash.

beldam i think we watched you at an inch what madam are you there the king and commonweal are deeply indebted for this piece of pains my lord protector will i doubt it not see you well gerdined for these good deserts not half so bad as thine to england's king injurious duke

the threatest where there's no cause true madam none at all what call you this away with them let them be clapped up close and kept asunder you madam shall with us stafford take her to thee above duchess and hume guarded we'll see your trinkets here all forthcoming all away guard

With Margaret, Jourdain, and Southwell, etc. Lord Buckingham, methinks you watched her well. A pretty plot, well chosen to build upon. Now pray, my lord, let's see the devil's writ. What have we here? Reads. The Duke yet lives that Henry shall depose, but him outlive and die a violent death. Why, this is just IOTE IACADA ROMANOS VINCARA POSE.

well to the rest tell me what fate awaits the duke of suffolk by water shall he die and take his end what shall betide the duke of somerset let him shun castles safer shall he be upon the sandy plains than where castles mounted stand come come my lords these oracles are hardly attained and hardly understood

The king is now in progress towards St. Albans, with him the husband of this lovely lady. Thither go these news as fast as horse can carry them. A sorry breakfast for my lord protector. Your grace shall give me leave, my lord of York, to be the post in hope of his reward. At your pleasure, my good lord. Who's within there, ho? Enter a serving man. Invite my lords of Salisbury and Warwick to sup with me tomorrow night. Away. Exalt.

End of Act 1

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Act 2 of Henry VI Part 2 by William Shakespeare This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org. Act 2 Scene 1 St. Albans

enter king henry the sixth queen margaret gloucester cardinal and sulphic with falconers hallowe'en believe me lords for flying at the brook i saw not better sport these seven years day yet by your leave the wind was very high and ten to one old joan had not gone out

but what a point my lord your falcon made and what a pitch she flew above the rest to see how god in all his creatures works yea man and birds are fain of climbing high falcon no marvel and it like your majesty my lord protect his hawks do tower so well

They know their master loves to be aloft, And bears his thoughts above his falcon's pitch. My lord, 'tis but a basic noble mind That mounts no higher than the bird can soar. I thought as much. He would be above the clouds. Ay, my lord cardinal, how think you by that? Were it not good your grace could fly to heaven? The treasury of everlasting joy. Thy heaven is on earth. Thine eyes and thoughts beat on a crown The treasure of thy heart.

pernicious protector dangerous peer that smooths it so with king and commonweal what cardinal is your priesthood going peremptory tantene animus coestibus ire churchman so hot good uncle hide such malice with such holiness can you do it no malice sir no more than well become so good a quarrel and so bad of peer

as who my lord why as you my lord and like your lordly lord protectorship why suffolk england knows thine insolence and thy ambition gloster i prithee peace good queen and wet not on these furious peers for blessed are the peacemakers on earth let me be blessed for the peace i make against this proud protector with my sword aside to cardinal

faith holy uncle would to a come to that aside to gloucester gloucester marry when thou darest aside to cardinal make up no factious numbers for the matter in thine own person

Answer thy abuse. Aside to Gloucester. Ay, were thou darest not peep, and if thou darest, this evening, on the east side of the grove. How now, my lords? Believe me, cousin Gloucester, had not your man put up the fowl so suddenly, we had had more sport. Aside to Gloucester. Come with thy two-hand sword. True, uncle. Aside to Gloucester. Are ye advised, the east side of the grove? Aside to Cardinal.

"'Cardinal, I am with you.' "'Why, how now, Uncle Gloucester?' "'Talking of Hawking, nothing else, my lord.' "'Aside to Cardinal.' "'Now, by God's mother, priest, I'll shave your crown for this, "'or all my fence shall fail.' "'Aside to Gloucester.' "'Medici te ipsum. Protect her, see to it well. Protect yourself.' "'The winds grow high. So do your stomachs, lords. "'How irksome is this music to my heart. "'When such strings jar, what hope of harmony?'

i pray my lords let me compound this strife enter a townsman of st albans crying a miracle what means this noise fellow what miracle dost thou proclaim a miracle a miracle come to the king and tell him what miracle forsooth a blind man at st albans shrine within this half hour hath received his sight

a man that ne'er saw in his life before now god be praised that to believing souls gives light in darkness comfort in despair enter the mayor of st albans and his brethren bearing simcox between two

In a chair, Simcox's wife following. Here comes the townsman on procession to present your highness with the man. Great is his comfort in this earthly vale, although by sight his sin be multiplied. Stand by, my masters. Bring him near the king.

His Highness's pleasure is to talk with him. Good fellow, tell us here the circumstance, that we for thee may glorify the Lord. What, hast thou been long blind, and now restored? Born blind, and please your grace. Aye, indeed was he. What woman is this? His wife, and like your worship. Hadst thou been his mother, thou couldst have better told. Where wert thou born? At Berwick in the north, and like your grace. Poor woman.

Poor soul, God's goodness hath been great to thee. Let never day nor night unhallowed pass, but still remember what the Lord hath done. Tell me, good fellow, camest thou here by chance, or of devotion to this holy shrine? God knows of pure devotion, of being called a hundred times an offener in my sleep.

by good saint auburn who said simcox come come offer it my shrine and i will help thee most true forsooth and many time and oft myself have heard a voice to call him so what art thou lame ay god almighty help me how cam'st thou so

a fall off of a tree a plum-tree master how long hast thou been blind born so master what and wouldst climb a tree but that in all my life when i was a youth too true and bought his climbing very dear mas thou lov'st plums well thou wouldst venture so alas good master

My wife desired some damsons, and made me climb with danger of my life. A subtle knave, but yet it shall not serve. Let me see thine eyes. Wink now. Now open them. In my opinion, yet thou seest not well. Yes, master, clear as day. I thank God and St. Aubin. Sayest thou me so. What colour is this cloak of? Red, master, red as blood. Why, that's well said.

What colour is this gown of? Black, forsooth. Coal black as jet. Why then, thou know'st what colour jet is of? And yet I think jet did he never see. But cloaks and gowns before this day are many. Never before this day in all his life. Tell me, sirrah, what's my name? Alas, master, I know not.

What's his name? I know not. Nor his? No, indeed, master. What's thine own name? Saunter Simcox; and if it please you, master. Then, Saunter, sit there, Blindest knave in Christendom! If thou hadst been born blind, Thou mightest as well have known all our names, As thus to name the several colours we do wear. Sight may distinguish of colours, But suddenly to nominate them all,

It is impossible. My lords, St. Alban here hath done a miracle, and would ye not think his cunning to be great, that could restore this cripple to his legs again? O master, that if you could! My masters of St. Alban's, have ye not beetles in your town, and things called whips? Yes, my lord, if it please your grace. Then send for one presently. Sir, go fetch the beetle hither straight. Exit, and attendant.

Now fetch me a stool hither by and by. Now, Sirrah, if you mean to save yourself from whipping, leap me over this stool and run away. Alas, master, I am not able to stand alone. You go about to torture me in vain. Enter a beetle with whips. Well, sir, we must have you find your legs. Sirrah Beetle, whip him till he leap over that same stool. I will, my lord.

come on sirrah off with your doublet quickly alas master what shall i do i am not able to stand after the beetle hath hit him once he leaps over the stool and runs away and they follow and cry a miracle o god seest thou this and bearest so long it made me laugh to see the villain run follow the knave and take this drab away alas sir we did it for pure need

let them be whipped through every market town till they come to berwick from whence they came exeunt wife beadle mayor c duke humphrey has done a miracle to-day true made the lame to leap and fly away but you have done more miracles than i you made in a day my lord whole towns to fly enter buckingham what tidings with our cousin buckingham such as my heart doth tremble to unfold

a sort of naughty persons lewdly bent under the countenance and confederacy of lady eleanor the protector's wife

the ringleader and head of all this rout have practised dangerously against your state dealing with witches and with conjurers whom we have apprehended in the fact raising up wicked spirits from under ground demanding of king henry's life and death and other of your highness's privy counsel as more at large your grace shall understand aside to gloucester

and so my lord protector by this means your lady is forthcoming yet at london this news i think hath turned your weapons edge tis like my lord you will not keep your hour ambitious churchman leave to afflict my heart sorrow and grief have vanquished all my powers and vanquished as i am i yield to thee

Or to the meanest groom. O God, what mischiefs work the wicked ones, Heaping confusion on their own heads thereby. Gloucester, see here the tainture of thy nest, And look thyself be faultless thou wert best. Madam, for myself to heaven I do appeal, How I have loved my king in commonweal, And for my wife I know not how it stands. Sorry I am to hear what I have heard.

Noble she is, but if she have forgot Honour and virtue, and conversed with such as, Like to pitch, defile nobility, I banish her my bed and company,

And give her as a prey to law and shame, But have dishonoured Gloucester's honest name. Well, for this night we will repose us here, Tomorrow toward London back again To look into this business thoroughly, And call these foul offenders to their answers, And poise the cause in justice equal scales, Whose beams stand sure, whose rightful cause prevails. Flourish Exeunt Scene 2

London, York's garden. Enter York, Salisbury, and Warwick. Now, my good lords of Salisbury and Warwick, our simple supper ended. Give me leave in this close walk to satisfy myself in craving your opinion of my title, which is infallible, to England's crown. My lord, I long to hear it at full. Sweet York, and if thy claim be good, the nevels are thy subjects to command.

Then thus, Edward III, my lords, had seven sons. The first, Edward the Black Prince, Prince of Wales. The second, William of Hatfield, and the third, Lionel, Duke of Clarence, next to whom was John of Gaunt, the Duke of Lancaster. The fifth was Edmund Langley, Duke of York. The sixth was Thomas of Woodstock, Duke of Gloucester. William of Windsor was the seventh and last.

Edward the Black Prince died before his father, and left behind him Richard his only son, who, after Edward III's death, reigned as king.

Till Henry Bolingbroke, Duke of Lancaster, the eldest son and heir of John of Gaunt, crowned by the name of Henry IV, seized on the realm, deposed the rightful king, sent his poor queen to France from whence she came, and him to Pomfret, where, as you all know, harmless Richard was murdered traitorously. Father, the Duke hath told the truth, thus got the house of Lancaster the crown.

which now they hold by force and not by right for richard the first son's heir being dead the issue of the next son should have reigned but william of hatfield died without an heir the third son duke of clarence from whose line i claimed the crown had issue philip a daughter who married edmund mortimer earl of march edmund had issue roger earl of march roger had issue edmund anne and eleanor

This Edmund, in the reign of Bolingbroke, as I have read, laid claim unto the crown, and but for Owen Glendower had been king, who kept him in captivity till he died.

but to the rest. His eldest sister, Anne, my mother, being heir unto the crown, married Richard Earl of Cambridge, who was son to Edmund Langley, Edward III's fifth son. By her I claim the kingdom. She was heir to Roger, Earl of March, who was the son of Edmund Mortimer, who married Philippe, sole daughter unto Lionel, Duke of Clarence. So, if the issue of the elder son succeed before the younger, I am king.

What plain proceeding is more plain than this? Henry doth claim the crown from John of Gaunt. The fourth son, York, claims it from the third. Till Lionel's issue fails, his should not reign. It fails not yet, but flourishes in thee and in thy son. Fair slips of such a stock!

then father salisbury kneel we together and in this private plot be we the first that shall salute our rightful sovereign with honour of his birthright to the crown long live our sovereign richard england's king we thank you lords

but i am not your king till i be crowned and that my sword be stained with heart-blood of the house of lancaster and that's not suddenly to be performed but with advice and silent secrecy

Do you, as I do in these dangerous days, Wink at the Duke of Suffolk's insolence, At Beaufort's pride, at Somerset's ambition, At Buckingham and all the crew of them, Till they have snared the shepherd of the flock, That virtuous prince, the good Duke Humphrey. Tis that they seek, and they, in seeking that, Shall find their deaths, if York can prophesy. My lord, break we off. We know your mind at full.

my heart assures me that the earl of warwick shall one day make the duke of york a king and neville this i do assure myself richard shall live to make the earl of warwick the greatest man in england but the king scene three a hall of justice sound trumpets enter king henry the sixth queen margaret

gloucester yorke sulphic and salisbury the duchess margaret jourdain southwell hume and boiling brook under guard stand forth dame eleanor cobham gloucester's wife in sight of god and us your guilt is great receive the sentence of the law for sins such as by god's book are adjudged to death

"'You four, from hence to prison back again, "'from thence unto the place of execution. "'The witch in Smithfield shall be burned to ashes, "'and you three shall be strangled on the gallows. "'You, madam, for you are more nobly born, "'despoiled of your honour in your life, "'shall, after three days' open penance done, "'live in your country here in Banishment, "'with Sir John Stanley in the Isle of Man.' "'Welcome, Miss Banishment.'

welcome worm my death elinor the law you seest hath judged thee i cannot justify who the law condemns exalt duchess and other prisoners guarded mine eyes are full of tears my heart of grief humphrey this dishonour in thine age will bring my head with sorrow to the ground i beseech thy majesty give me leave to go sorrow would solace and thine age would ease

"'Stay, Humphrey, Duke of Gloucester. Ere thou go, give up thy staff. Henry will to himself protector be, and God shall be my hope, my stay, my guide and lantern to my feet. And go in peace, Humphrey, no less beloved than when thou wert protector to thy king.' "'I see no reason why a king of years should be to be protected like a child,'

God and King Henry govern England's realm. Give up your staff, sir, and the King his realm. My staff? Here, noble Henry, is my staff. As willingly do I the same resign, As ere thy father Henry made it mine, And even as willingly at thy feet I leave it, As others would ambitiously receive it. Farewell, good King, when I am dead and gone,

may honourable peace attend thy throne exit why now is henry king and margaret queen and humfrey duke of gloucester scarce himself that bears so shrewd a maim

Two pulls at once, his lady banished, and a limb lopped off. This staff of honour wrought, there let it stand where it best fits to be, in Henry's hand. Thus droops this lofty pine and hangs his sprays. Thus Eleanor's pride dies in her youngest days. Lords, let him go.

please it your majesty this is the day appointed for the combat and ready are the appellant and defendant the armourer and his man to enter the lists so please your highness to behold the fight ay good my lord for purposely therefore left i the court to see this quarrel tried o gods name see the lists and all things fit here let them end it and god defend the right

I never saw a fellow worse bested or more afraid to fight than is the appellant, the servant of this armorer, my lords. Enter at one door Horner, the armorer, and his neighbors, drinking to him so much that he is drunk. And he enters with a drum before him, and his staff with a sandbag fastened to it, and at the other door Peter, his man, with a drum and sandbag, and Prentices drinking to him.

neighbor harley i drink thee on a cup of sack unfair not neighbor you shall do well enough and here neighbor here's a cup of charnico and here's a pot good double beer neighbor drinking for not your man let it come our faith and i pledge you all in a fig for peter for credit of apprentices i thank you all drink and pray for me i pray you

for I think I have taken my last draught in this world. Here, Robin, and if I die, I give thee my apron, and, Will, thou shalt have my hammer, and here, Tom, take all the money that I have. O Lord, bless me, I pray God, for I am never able to deal with my master."

he hath learnt me so much fence already come leave your drinking and fall to blows sirrah what's thy name peter forsooth peter what more thump thump then see thou thump thy master well masters i have come hither as it were upon my man's instigation to prove him a knave and myself an honest man

and touching the duke of york i will take my death i never meant him any ill nor the king nor the queen and therefore peter have at thee with a downright blow dispatch this knave's tongue begins to double sound trumpets alarum to the combatants alarum they fight and peter strikes him down hold peter hold i confess i confess treason dies

take away his weapon fellow thank god and the good wine in thy master's way lear o god have i overcome mine enemy in this presence

O Peter, thou hast prevailed in right. Go, take hence that traitor from our sight. For his death we do perceive his guilt, and God in justice hath revealed to us the truth and innocence of this poor fellow, which he had thought to have murdered wrongfully. Come, fellow, follow us for thy reward. Sound a flourish. Exempt. Scene 4. A Street.

enter gloucester and his serving-man in morning cloaks thus sometimes hath the brightest day a cloud and after summer evermore succeeds baron winter with his wrathful nipping call so cares and joys abound as seasons fleet sirs what's o'clock ten my lord ten is the hour that was appointed me to watch the coming of my punished duchess

Beneath may she endure the flinty streets To tread them with her tender feeling feet. Sweet Nell, ill can thy noble mind abrook The abject people gazing on thy face With envious looks, laughing at thy shame That erst did follow thy proud chariot wheels When thou didst ride in triumph through the streets. But, soft, I think she comes.

and i will prepare my tear-stained eyes to see her miseries enter the duchess in a white sheet and a taper burning in her hand with stanley the sheriff and officers so please your grace we'll take her from the sheriff no still not for your lives let her pass by come you my lord to see my open shame now thou dost penance too look how they gaze

see how the giddy multitude do point and nod their heads and throw their eyes on thee ah gloster hide thee from their hateful looks and in thy closet pent up rue my shame and ban thine enemies both mine and thine be patient gentle nell forget this grief ah gloster teach me to forget myself for whilst i think i am thy married wife and thou a prince protector of this land

methinks i should not thus be led along mailed up in shame with papers at my back and followed with a rabble that rejoiced to see my tears and hear my deep-fet groans the ruthless flint doth cut my tender feet and when i start the envious people laugh and bid me be advised how i tread ah humphrey can i bear this shameful yoke

trust thou that e'er i'll look upon the world or count them happy that enjoy the sun no dark shall be my light and night my day to think upon my pomp shall be my hell sometime i'll say i am duke humphrey's wife and he a prince and ruler of the land

yet so he ruled and such a prince he was as he stood by whilst i his forlorn duchess was made a wonder and a pointing-stock to every idle rascal follower but be thou mild and blush not at my shame nor stir at nothing till the axe of death hang over thee as sure it shortly will

for suffolk he that can do all in all with her that hateth thee and hates us all and york and impious beaufort that false priest have all limed bushes to betray thy wings and fly thou how thou canst they'll tangle thee but fear not thou until thy foot be snared nor never seek prevention of thy foes ah mel forbear thou aim'st all awry

I must defend before I be attainted. And had I twenty times so many foes, And each of them had twenty times their power, All these could not procure me any scathe, So long as I am loyal, true, and crimeless. Wouldst have me rescue thee from this reproach? Why, if thy scandal were not wiped away, But I in danger for the breach of law? Thy greatest help is quiet, gentle Nell. I pray thee, sort thee heart to patience.

These few days wonder will be quickly worn. Enter a herald. I summon your grace to his majesty's parliament, Holden at Bury, the first of this next month. And my consent ne'er asked here and before. This is close dealing. Well, I will be there. Exit herald. My, now, I take my leave. And, Master Sheriff—

Let not her penance exceed the king's commission. And please your grace, here my commission stays, and Sir John Stanley is appointed now to take her with him to the Isle of Man. Must you, Sir John, protect my lady here? So am I given in charge, may it please your grace. Entreat her not the worse, in that I pray you use her well. The world may laugh again, and I may live to do you kindness if you do it her. And so, Sir John, farewell. What?

gone my lord and bid me not farewell with this my tears i cannot stay to speak exaunt gloucester and serving-man art thou gone too all comfort go with thee for none abides with me my joy is death death at whose name i oft have been afeard because i wish'd this world's eternity

stanley i prithee go and take me hence i care not whither for i beg no favour only convey me where thou art commanded why madam that is to the isle of man there to be used according to your state that's bad enough for i am but reproach and shall i then be used reproachfully like to a duchess and duke humphrey's lady according to that state you shall be used

sheriff farewell and better than i fare although thou hast been the conduct of my shame it is my office and madam pardon me ay ay farewell thy office is discharged come stanley shall we go madam your penance done throw off this sheet and go we to attire you for our journey my shame will not be shifted with my sheet

now it will hang upon my richest robes and show itself attire me how i can go lead the way i long to see my prison exon act two

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at bury st edmunds sound a senate enter king henry the sixth queen margaret cardinal suffolk york buckingham salisbury and warwick to the parliament i muse my lord of gloucester is not come tis not his wont to be the hindmost man whate'er occasion keeps him from us now can you not see or will ye not observe the strangeness of his altered countenance

with what a majesty he bears himself how insolent of late he is become how proud how peremptory and unlike himself we know the time since he was mild and affable and if we did but glance a far-off look immediately he was upon his knee that all the court admired him for submission

But, meet him now, and be it in the morn, When every one will give the time of day, He knits his brow, and shews an angry eye, And passeth by with stiff unbow'd knee, Disdaining duty that to us belongs. Small curs are not regarded when they grin, But great men tremble when the lion roars, And Humphrey is no little man in England.

first note that he is near you in descent and should you fall he as the next will mount meseemeth then it is no policy respecting what a rancorous mind he bears and his advantage following your decease that he should come about your royal person or be admitted to your highness council by flattery hath he won the commons hearts and when he please to make commotion tis to be feared they all will follow him

now tis the spring and weeds are shallow rooted suffer them now and they'll o'ergrow the garden and choke the herbs for want of husbandry the reverent care i bear unto my lord made me collect these dangers in the duke if it be fond call it a woman's fear which fear if better reasons can supplant i will subscribe and say i wronged the duke

my lord of suffolk buckingham and york reprove my allegation if you can or else conclude my words effectual well hath your highness seen into this duke had i first been put to speak my mind i think i should have told your grace's tale the duchess by his subornation upon my life began her devilish practices

or if he were not privy to those faults yet by reputing of his high descent as next the king he was successive heir and such high vaunts of his nobility did instigate the bedlam brain-sick duchess by wicked means to frame our sovereign's fall smooth runs the water where the brook is deep and in his simple show he harbours treason the fox barks not when he would steal the lamb

no no my sovereign gloucester is a man unsounded yet and full of deep deceit did he not contrary to form of law devise strange deaths for small offences done and did he not in his protectorship levy great sums of money through the realm for soldiers pay in france and never sent it by means whereof the towns each day revolted tut these are pitifuls to faults unknown

Which time will bring to light in smooth, Duke Humphrey? My lords, at once. The care you have of us to mow down thorns that would annoy our foot is worthy praise. But shall I speak my conscience, our kinsman Gloucester is as innocent from meaning treason to our royal person as is the sucking lamb or harmless dove. The Duke is virtuous, mild, and too well given to dream on evil or to work my downfall. Ah!

ah what's more dangerous than this fond defiance seems he a dove his feathers are but borrowed for he's disposed as the hateful raven is he a lamb his skin is surely lent him for he's inclined as is the ravenous wolf who cannot steal a shape that means deceit

Take heed, my lord: the welfare of us all Hangs on the cutting short that fraudful man. Enter Somerset. All health unto my gracious sovereign. Welcome, Lord Somerset. What news from France? That all your interest in those territories Is utterly bereft you. All is lost. Cold news, Lord Somerset, but God's will be done. Cold news for me, for I had hope of France, As firmly as I hoped for fertile England.

thus are my blossoms blasted in the bud and caterpillars eat my leaves away but i will remedy this gear ere long or sell my title for a glorious grave enter gloucester all happiness unto my lord the king pardon my liege that i have stayed so long nay gloucester know that thou art come too soon unless thou wert more loyal than thou art i do arrest thee of high treason here well

thou shalt not see me blush nor change my countenance for this arrest a heart unspotted is not easily daunted the purest spring is not so free from mud as i am clear from treason to my sovereign who can accuse me wherein am i guilty tis thought my lord that you took bribes of france and being protector stayed the soldier's pay by means whereof his highness hath lost france is it but thought so

What are they that think it? I never robbed the soldiers of their pay, Nor ever had one penny bribed from France. So help me God, as I have watched the night, Ay, night by night, in studying good for England, That do it I ere rested from the king, Or any groat I hoarded, to my use, Be brought against me at my trial day. No, many a pound of mine own private store, Because I would not tax the needy commons Have I dispersed to the garrisons,

I never asked for restitution. It serves you well, my lord, to say so much. I say no more than truth, so help me God. In your protectorship you did devise strange tortures for offenders never heard of, that England was defamed by tyranny. Why, tis well known that whilst I was protector, pity was all the fault that was in me. For I should melt it in offenders' tears, and lowly words were ransom for their fault.

unless it were a bloody murderer or foul felonious thief that fleeced poor passengers i never gave them condign punishment murder indeed that bloody sin i tortured above the felon

What trespass else? My lord, these faults are easy, quickly answered, but mightier crimes are laid unto your charge, whereof you cannot easily purge yourself. I do arrest you in his highness' name, and here commit you to my lord cardinal to keep until your further time of trial.

My lord of Gloucester, 'tis my special hope That you will clear yourself from all suspect. My conscience tells me you are innocent. Ah, gracious lord, these days are dangerous. Virtue is choked with foul ambition and charity, Chased hence by a ranker's hand. Foul subornation is predominant, And equity exiled your highness's land. I know their compote is to have my life,

And if my death might make this island happy, And prove the period of their tyranny, I would spend it with all willingness. But mine has made the prologue to their play, For thousands more that yet suspect no peril Will not conclude their plotted tragedy. Beaufort's red sparkling eyes Blab his heart's malice, And Suffolk's cloudy brow his stormy hate.

Sharp bucking him unburdened with his tongue, The envious load that lies upon his heart, And dogged york that reaches at the moon, Whose overweening arm I have plucked back By false accused, doth level up my life. And you, my sovereign lady, with the rest causeless, Have laid disgraces on my head, and with your best endeavour Have stirred up my Lephus liege to be mine enemy.

All you have laid your heads together, Myself had notice of your conventicles, And ought to make away my guiltless life. I shall not want false witness to condemn me, Nor store of treasons to augment my guilt. The ancient proverb will be well effected: A staff is quickly found to beat a dog. My liege's railing is intolerable.

if those that care to keep your royal person from treason's secret knife and traitor's rage be thus upbraided, chid, and rated at, and the offender grant its scope of speech, 'twill make them cool in zeal unto your grace. Have ye not twit our sovereign lady here with ignominious words, though clerkly couched, as if she had suborned some to swear false allegations to overthrow his state? But I can give the loser leave to chide.

Far truer spoke than meant. I lose indeed. Beshrew the winners, for they played me false. And well such losers may have leave to speak. He'll rest the sense and hold us here all day. Lord Cardinal, he is your prisoner. Sirs, take away the Duke and guard him sure. Ah, thus King Henry throws away his crutch before his legs be firm to bear his body.

Thus is the shepherd beaten from thy side, And wolves are gnawing who shall know thee first. Ah, that my fear were false! Ah, that it were!

For good King Henry, my decay I fear. EXIT GUARDED My lords, what to your wisdoms seemeth best, Do or undo, as if ourself were here? What, will your highness leave the Parliament? Ay, Margaret, my heart is drowned with grief, Whose flood begins to flow within mine eyes, My body round engirt with misery, For what's more miserable than discontent?

"'Ah, Uncle Humphrey, in thy face I see the map of honour, truth, and loyalty. And yet, good Humphrey, is the hour to come that e'er I proved thee false or feared thy faith. What lowering star now envies thy estate, that these great lords and Margaret our queen do seek subversion of thy harmless life?'

thou never didst them wrong nor no man wrong and as the butcher takes away the calf and binds the wretch and beats it when it strays bearing it to the bloody slaughter-house even so remorseless have they borne him hence and as the dam runs lowing up and down looking the way her harmless young one went and can do naught but wail her darling's loss

even so myself bewails good gloster's case with sad unhelpful tears and with dimm'd eyes look after him and cannot do him good so mighty are his vowed enemies

his fortunes i will weep and twixt each groan say who's a traitor gloucester he is none exult all but queen margaret cardinal sophick and york somerset remains apart gina free lords cold snow melts with the sun's hot beams

henry my lord is cold in great affairs too full of foolish pity and gloucester's show beguiles him as the mournful crocodile with sorrow snares relenting passengers or as the snake rolled in a flowering bank with shining chequered slough doth sting a child that for the beauty thinks it excellent

believe me lords were none more wise than i and yet herein i judge mine own wit good this gloster should be quickly rid the world to rid us of the fear we have of him that he should die is worthy policy but yet we want a colour for his death tis meet he be condemned by course of law but in my mind that were no policy the king will labour still to save his life the commons haply rise to save his life

yet we have but trivial argument more than mistrust that shows him worthy death so that by this you would not have him die ah york no man alive so fain as i tis york that hath more reason for his death

But, my lord cardinal, and you, my lord of Suffolk, say as you think, and speak it from your souls. Weren't not all one and empty eagle were set to guard the chicken from a hungry kite, as placed Duke Humphrey for the king's protector? So the poor chicken should be sure of death. Madam, tis true. And weren't not madness then to make the fox surveyor of the fold? Who?

Who being accused a crafty murderer, his guilt should be but idly posted over, because his purpose is not executed? No, let him die, in that he is a fox, by nature proved an enemy to the flock, before his chest be stained with crimson blood, as Humphrey proved by reasons to my liege. And do not stand on quillets how to slay him, bit by gins, by snares, by subtlety, sleeping or waking, tis no matter how, so he be dead.

for that is good deceit which mates him first that first intended deceit thrice noble suffolk tis resolutely spoke not resolute except so much were done for things are often spoke and seldom meant

but that my heart accordeth with my tongue seeing the deed is meritorious and to preserve my sovereign from his foe say but the word and i will be his priest but i would have him dead my lord of suffolk ere you can take due orders for a priest

say you consent and censure well the deed and i'll provide his executioner i tend to soul the safety of my liege here is my hand the deed is worthy doing and so say i and i and now we three have spoke it it skills not greatly who impugns our doom enter a post great lords from ireland am i come amain to signify that rebels there are up and put the englishmen into the sod

since the curse lords and stopped the rage betime before the woundo grew uncurable forth being green there is great hope of help a breach that craves a quick expedient stop

What counsel give you in this weighty cause? That Somerset be sent as regent thither. Tis meet that lucky ruler be employed. Witness the fortune he hath had in France. If York, with all his far-fetched policy, had been the regent there instead of me, he never would have stayed in France so long. No, not to lose it all, as thou hast done.

i rather would have lost my life betimes than bring a burthen of dishonour home by staying there so long till all were lost show me one scar character'd on thy skin men's flesh preserv'd so whole do seldom win nay then this spark will prove a raging fire if wind and fuel be brought to feed it with

no more good york sweet somerset be still thy fortune york hadst thou been regent here might happily have proved far worse than his york what worse than nought nay then a shame take all and in the number thee that wishest shame my lord of york try what your fortune is the uncivil kerns of ireland are in arms and temper clay with blood of englishmen

To Ireland will you lead a band of men, collected choicely from each county some, and try your harp against the Irishman. I will, my lord, so please his majesty. Why, our authority is his consent, and what we do establish he confirms. Then, noble York, take thou this task in hand. I am content. Provide me soldiers, lords, whiles I take order for mine own affairs. A charge, Lord York, that I will see performed.

but now return we to the false new comfrey no more of him for i will deal with him that henceforth he shall trouble us no more and so break off the day is almost spent

lord suffolk you and i must talk of that event my lord of suffolk within fourteen days at bristol i expect my soldiers for there i'll ship them all for ireland i'll see it truly done my lord of york exalt all but york now york or never steal thy fearful thoughts and change misdoubt to resolution

be that thou hopest to be or what thou art resign to death it is not worth the enjoying let pale-faced fear keep with the mean-born man and find no harbour in a royal heart faster than spring-time showers comes thought on thought and not a thought but thinks on dignity my brain more busy than the labouring spider weaves tedious snares to trap mine enemies

well nobles well tis politically done to send me packing with a host of men i fear me you but warm the starved snake who cherished in your breasts will sting your hearts twas men i lacked

and you will give them me i take it kindly and yet be well assured you put sharp weapons in a madman's hands whiles i in ireland nourish a mighty band i will stir up in england some black storm shall blow ten thousand souls to heaven or hell

and this fell tempest shall not cease to rage until the golden circuit on my head like to the glorious sun's transparent beams do calm the fury of this mad-bred flaw

and for a minister of my intent i have seduced a headstrong kentishman john cade of ashford to make commotion as full well he can under the title of john mortimer in ireland have i seen this stubborn cade oppose himself against a troop of kerns and fought so long till that his thighs with darts were almost like a sharp-quilled porpentine

and in the end being rescued i have seen him caper upright like a wild morisco shaking the bloody darts as he his bells

Full often, like a shag-haired crafty kern, Hath he conversed with the enemy, And undiscovered come to me again, And given me notice of their villanies. Devil here shall be my substitute. For that John Mortimer, which now is dead, In face, in gait, in speech he doth resemble. By this I shall perceive the common's mind, How they affect the house and claim of York.

say he be taken rack'd and tortured i know no pain they can inflict upon him will make him say i moved him to those arms say that he thrive as tis great like he will why then from ireland come i with my strength and reap the harvest which that rascal sow'd for humphrey being dead as he shall be and henry put apart the next for me exit scene two

Bury St. Edmunds, a room of state. Enter certain murderers hastily. Run to my lord of Suffolk. Let him know we have dispatched the duke as he commanded. Oh, that it were to do! What have we done? Didst ever hear a man so penitent? Enter Suffolk. Here comes my lord. Now, sirs, have you dispatched this thing? Ay, my good lord, he's dead. That's well said.

go get you to my house i will reward you for this fanciest deed the king and all the peers are here at hand have you laid fair the bed is all things well according as i gave directions tis my good lord away begone exult murderers sound trumpets enter king henry the sixth

queen margaret cardinal somerset with attendance go call our uncle to our presence straight say we intend to try his grace to-day if he be guilty as tis publish ed i'll call him presently my noble lord

EXIT. Lorde take your places, and I pray you all proceed no straighter gainst our uncle Gloucester, than from true evidence of good esteem he be approved in practice culpable. GALAX. God forbid any malice should prevail that faultless may condemn a nobleman. Pray God he may acquit him of suspicion. I thank thee, Meg. These words content me much. RE-ENTER SULFAC. How now? Why looks thou pale?

why tremblest thou where is our uncle what's the matter suffolk suffolk dead in his bed my lord gloster is dead marie god forfend god's secret judgment

I did dream to-night, the Duke was dumb, and could not speak a word. How fares my lord? Help, lords, the King is dead. Run, go, help, help! O Henry, ope thine eyes. He doth revive again, madam, be patient. O heavenly God!

"'How fares my gracious lord?' "'Comfort, my sovereign, gracious Henry, comfort.' "'What, doth my lord of Suffolk comfort me? "'Came he right now to sing a raven's note "'whose dismal tune bereft my vital powers, "'and thinks he that the chirping of a wren "'by crying comfort from a hollow breast "'can chase away the first conceived sound? "'Hide not thy poison with such sugared words. "'Lay not thy hands on me, forbear, I say.'

"'Their touch affrights me as a serpent's sting. "'Thou baleful messenger out of my sight! "'Upon thy eyeballs murderous tyranny "'sits in grim majesty to fright the world. "'Look not upon me, for thine eyes are wounding. "'Yet do not go away. "'Come, Basilisk, and kill the innocent gazer with thy sight.'

for in the shade of death i shall find joy in life but double death now gloster's dead why do you rate my lord of suffolk thus although the duke was enemy to him yet he most christian like laments his death

and for myself foe as he was to me might liquid tears or heart offending groans or blood consuming sighs recall his life i would be blind with weeping sick with groans look pale as primrose with blood drinking sighs and all to have the noble duke alive

What know I how the world may deem of me? For it is known we were but hollow friends. It may be judged I made the duke away. So shall my name with slander's tongue be wounded, And prince's courts be filled with my reproach. This get I by his death, I me unhappy, To be a queen and crowned with infamy. GALAXY. Ah, woe is me for Gloucester, wretched man! GALAXY. Be woe for me, more wretched than he is! GALAXY.

What, dost thou turn away, and hide thy face? I am no loathsome leper. Look on me. What, art thou like the adder waxen deaf? Be poisonous too, and kill thy forlorn queen. Is all thy comfort shut in Gloucester's tomb? Why then, Dame Margaret, was ne'er thy joy? Erect his statue, and worship it, and make my image but an alehouse sign.

was i for this nigh wreck'd upon the sea and twice by awkward wind from england's bank drove back again unto my native clime what boded this but well forewarning wind did seem to say seek not a scorpion's nest nor set no footing on this unkind shore

what did i then but cursed the gentle gusts and he that loosed them forth their brazen caves and bid them blow towards england's blessed shore or turn our stern upon a dreadful rock that olus would not be a murderer but left that hateful office unto thee the pretty vaulting sea refused to drown me knowing that thou wouldst have me drown'd on shore with tears as salt as sea through thy unkindness

the splitting rocks cower'd in the sinking sands and would not dash me with their ragged sides because thy flinty heart more hard than they might in thy palace perish margret as far as i could ken thy chalky cliffs when from thy shore the tempest beat us back i stood upon the hatches in the storm and when the dusky sky began to rob my earnest gaping sight of thy land's view

I took a costly jewel from my neck, A heart it was, bound in with diamonds, And threw it towards thy land; The sea received it, and so I wish Thy body might my heart. And even with this I lost fair England's view, And bid mine eyes be packing with my heart, And call'd them blind and dusky spectacles For losing ken of Albion's wishd coast.

how often have i tempted suffolk's tongue the agent of thy foul inconstancy to sit and witch me as ascanius did when he to madingdyder would unfold his father's acts commenc'd in burning troy am i not witch'd like her or thou not false like him

I'm me, I can no more. Die, Margaret, for Henry weeps that thou dost live so long. Noise within. Enter Warwick, Salisbury, and many commons. It is reported, mighty sovereign, that good Duke Humphrey traitorously is murdered by Suffolk and Cardinal Beaufort's means.

the commons like an angry hive of bees that want their leader scatter up and down and care not who they sting in his revenge

Myself have calmed their spleen for mutiny, until they hear the order of his death. That he is dead, good Warwick, tis too true, but how he died God knows, not Henry. Enter his chamber, view his breathless corpse, and comment then upon his sudden death. That shall I do, my Lee.

stay salisbury with the rude multitude till i return exit o thou that judgest all things stay my thoughts my thoughts that labour to persuade my soul some violent hands were laid on humphrey's life if my suspect be false forgive me god for judgment only doth belong to thee

"'Fain would I go to chafe his paly lips with twenty thousand kisses, "'and to drain upon his face an ocean of salt tears, "'to tell my love unto his dumb, deaf trunk, "'and with my fingers feel his hand unfeeling. "'But all in vain are these mean obsequies, "'and to survey his dead and earthly image, "'what were it but to make my sorrow greater?' "'Re-enter Warwick and others.'

Bearing Gloucester's body on a bed. Come hither, gracious sovereign, view this body. That is to see how deep my grave is made, for with his soul fled all my worldly solace, for seeing him I see my life in death. But surely is my soul intends to live with that dread king that took our state upon him, to free us from his father's wrathful curse?

I do believe that violent hands were laid upon the life of this thrice-famed duke. A dreadful oath sworn with a solemn tongue! What instance gives Lord Warwick for his vow? See how the blood is settled in his face. Oft have I seen a timely parted ghost, of ashy semblance, meagre, pale and bloodless, being all descended to the labouring heart.

In the conflict that it holds with death, Attracts the same for aidance against the enemy, Which with the heart there cools, And ne'er returneth to blush, And beautify the cheek again. But see, his face is black and full of blood, His eyeballs further out than when he lived, Staring full ghastly like a strangled man,

his hair upreared his nostrils stretched with struggling his hands abroad are displayed as one that grasped and hugged for life and was by strength subdued look on the sheets his hair you see is sticking his well-proportioned beard made rough and rugged like to the summer's corn by tempest lodged

It cannot be, but he was murdered here. The least of all these signs were probable. Why, Warwick, who should do the Duke to death? Myself and Buford had him in protection, and we, I hope, sir, are no murderers. But both of you were vowed Duke Humphrey's furs, and you, forsooth, had the good Duke to keep. 'Tis like you would not feast him like a friend.

And tis well seen he found an enemy. Then you, belike, suspect these noblemen As guilty of Duke Humphrey's timeless death. Who finds the heifer dead and bleeding fresh, And sees fast by a butcher with an axe, But will suspect t'was he that made the slaughter? Who finds the partridge in a puddock's nest, But may imagine how the bird was dead, Although the kite saw with unblooded beak,

even so suspicious is this tragedy are you the butcher suffolk where's your knife is beaufort termed a kite where are his talons i wear no knife to slaughter sleeping men but here's a vengeful sword rusted with these that shall be scoured in his rancorous heart that slanders me with murder's crimson badge

Say, if thou darest, proud lord of Warwickshire, that I am faulty in due country's death. Exaunt, Cardinal, Somerset, and others. What dares not Warwick, if false Suffolk dare him? He dares not calm his contumelious spirit, nor cease to be an arrogant controller, though Suffolk dare him twenty thousand times. Madam, be still.

With reverence may I say, for every word you speak in his behalf,

is slander to your royal dignity. Blunt-witted lord, ignoble in demeanour, if ever lady wronged her lord so much thy mother took unto her blameful bed some stern, untutored churl, and noble stock was graft with crab-tree slip whose fruit thou art, and never of the nevers noble race. But that the guilt of murder buckles thee,

and i should rob the deathsman of his fee. Seeing thee thereby of ten thousand shame, and that my sovereign's presence makes me mild, I would, false murderous coward, on thy knee make thee beg pardon for thy parson's speech, and say it was thy mother that thou meanest, that thou thyself was born in bastardy.

and after all this fearful homage done give thee thy hire and send thy soul to hell pernicious blood-sucker of sleeping men thou shalt be waking while i shed thy blood if from this presence thou darest go with me away even now or i will drag thee hence unworthy though thou art

old cope with thee and do some service to duke humphry's ghost exalt sophoc and warwick what stronger breastplate than a heart untainted thrice is he armed that hath his quarrel just and he but naked though locked up in steel whose conscience with injustice is corrupted a noise within what noise is this

Re-enter Sulphic and Warwick with their weapons drawn. Why, how now, lords, your wrathful weapons drawn Here in our presence? Dare you be so bold? Why, what tumultuous clamour have we here? The traitorous Warwick, with the men of Bury, Set all upon me, mighty sovereign. Earl of Salisbury to the Commons entering. Sirs, stand apart. The King shall know your mind.

Dread lord, the commons send you word by me, unless Lord Suffolk straight be done to death, or banished fair England's territories, they will by violence tear him from your palace, and torture him with grievous lingering death. They say by him the good Duke Humphrey died. They say in him they fear your highness' death, and mere instinct of love and loyalty, free from a stubborn opposite intent as being thought to contradict your liking, makes them thus forward in his banishment.

They say, in care of your most royal person, that if your highness should intend to sleep, and charge that no man should disturb your rest in pain of your dislike or pain of death, yet notwithstanding such a straight edict, were there a serpent seen, with forked tongue, and that slyly glided towards your majesty, it were but necessary you were waked, lest, being suffered in that harmful slumber, the mortal worm might make the sleep eternal.

And therefore do they cry, though you forbid, that they will guard you, whether you will or no, from such fell serpents as false Suffolk is, with whose envenomed and fatal sting your loving uncle, twenty times his worth, they say, is shamefully bereft of life. Within. An answer to the king of the world's soul-free. Tis like the commons, rude, unpolished hinds, could send such message to their sovereigns.

But you, my lord, were glad to be employed to show how quaint an auditor you are.

but all the honour salisbury hath won is that he was the lord ambassador sent from a sort of tinkers to the king within an answer of the king or we'll all break in go salisbury and tell them all from me i thank them for their tender loving care and had i not been sighted so by them yet did i purpose as they do entreat

For sure my thoughts do hourly prophesy mischance unto my state by Suffolk's means. And therefore, by his majesty I swear, whose far unworthy deputy I am, he shall not breathe infection in this air but three days longer on the pain of death. EXIT SALSBURY O Henry, let me plead for gentle Suffolk. Ungentle queen to call him gentle Suffolk!

"'No more, I say. "'If thou dost plead for him, thou wilt but add increase unto my wrath. "'Had I but said I would have kept my word, but when I swear it is irrevocable. "'If, after three days' space, thou here beest found on any ground that I am ruler of, "'the world shall not be ransom for thy life.'

come warwick come good warwick go with me i have great matters to impart to thee all but queen margaret and solfick miss chance and sorrow go along with you heart's discontent and sour affliction be playfellows to keep you company there's two of you the devil make a third and threefold vengeance tend upon your steps

cease gentle queen these execrations and let thy suffolk take his heavy leave pha coward woman and soft-hearted wretch hast thou not spirit to curse thine enemy a plague upon them wherefore should i curse them

Would curses kill at Dr. Mandrake's groan? I would invent as bitter searching terms, as cursed, as harsh and horrible to hear, delivered strongly through my fixed teeth, with full as many signs of deadly hate, as lean-faced envy in her loathsome cave. My tongue should stumble in mine earnest words, mine eyes should sparkle like the beaten flint, mine hair be fixed on end as one distracted.

i every joint should seem to curse and ban and even now my burthen'd heart would break should i not curse them poison be there drink

"'Gall, worse than gall, the daintiest that they taste. "'Their sweetest shade a grove of cypress trees, "'their chiefest prospect murdering basilisks, "'their softest touches smart as lizard sting, "'their music frightful as the serpent's hiss, "'and boding screech-owls make the concert full, "'all the foul terrors in dark-seated hell.' "'Enough, sweet Suffolk!'

thou torment'st thyself and these dread curses like the sun gainst glass or like an over-charged gun recoil and turn the force of them upon thyself duke you bade me ban and will you bid me leave

now by the ground that i am banis'd from well could i curse away a winter's night though standing naked on a mountain-top where biting cold would never let grass grow and think it but a minute spent in sport o let me entreat thee cease give me thy hand that i may do it with my mournful tears nor let the rain of heav'n wet this place to wash away my woful monuments

O, could this kiss be printed in thy hand, That thou mightst think upon these by the seal, Through whom a thousand sighs are breathed for thee! So get thee gone, that I may know my grief. Tis but surmised, whilst thou art standing by, As one that surfeits thinking on a want, I will repeal thee, or be well assured adventure To be banished myself, and banished I am, If but from thee.

go speak not to me even now be gone no go not yet even thus two friends condemn'd embrace and kiss and take ten thousand leaves loather a hundred times to part then die yet now farewell and farewell life with thee thus is poor suffolk ten times vanish'd once by the king and three times thrice by thee

tis not the land i care for what thou hence a wilderness is populous enough so suffolk hath thy heavenly company for where thou art there is the world itself with every several pleasure in the world and where thou art not desolation i can no more

live thou to joy thy life myself no joy in nought but that thou livest enter vaux wither goes vaux so fast what news i prithee to signify unto his majesty that cardinal beaufort is at point of death

for suddenly a grievous sickness took him that makes him gasp and steer and catch the air blaspheming god and cursing men on earth sometimes he talks as if duke humphry's ghost were by his side sometime he calls the king and whispers to his pillow as to him the secrets of his overcharged soul

and am sent to tell his majesty that even now he cries aloud for him go tell this heavy message to the king exit vaux ay me what is this world what news are these but wherefore grieve i at an hour's poor loss omitting suffolk's exile my soul's treasure

why only suffolk mourn i not for thee and with the southern clouds content in tears theirs for the earth's increase mine for my sorrows now get thee hence the king thou know'st is coming if thou be found by me thou art but dead if i depart from thee i cannot live and in thy sight to die what were it else but like a pleasant slumber in thy lap

Here could I breathe my soul into the air, as mild and gentle as the cradle-babe, dying with mother's dug between its lips. Where from thy sight I should be raging mad, and cry out for thee to close up mine eyes, to have thee with thy lips to stop my mouth, so shouldst thou either turn my flying soul, or I should breathe it so, into thy body. And then it lived in sweet Elysium.

To die by thee were but to die in jest. From thee to die were torture more than death. Ah, let me stay before what may befall. LUCIA. Away! Though parting be a fretful corrosive, it is applied to a deathful wound. To France, sweet Suffolk, let me hear from thee. For wheresoe'er thou art in this world's globe, I'll have an iris that shall find thee out. LUCIA. I go.

and take my heart with thee a jewel lock'd into the woefulest casque that ever did contain a thing of worth even as a splitted bark so sunder we this way fall i to death this way for me exalt severally scene three a bedchamber

Enter the King, Salisbury, Warwick, to the Cardinal in bed. How fares my lord? Speak, Beaufort, to thy sovereign. If thou be'st death, I'll give thee England's treasure, enough to purchase such another island, so thou wilt let me live, and feel no pain. Ah, what a sign it is of evil life, where death's approach is seen so terrible. Beaufort, it is thy sovereign speaks to thee.

"'Bring me unto my trial when you will. Died he not in his bed? Where should he die? Can I make men live, whether they will or no? Oh, torture me no more. I will confess. Alive again? Then show me where he is. I'll give a thousand pound to look upon him. He hath no eyes. The dust hath blinded them.'

comb down his hair. Look, look, it stands upright, like a lime twig set to catch my winged soul. Give me some drink.'

and bid the apothecary bring the strong poison that I bought of him. O thou eternal mover of the heavens, look with a gentle eye upon this wretch. O beat away the busy meddling fiend that lays strong siege unto this wretch's soul, and from his bosom purge this black despair. See how the pangs of death do make him grin. Disturb him not, let him pass peaceably.

So bad a death argues a monstrous life. Exempt.

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alarum fight at sea ordnance goes off enter captain a master a master's mate walter whitmore and others with them solfik and others prisoners the gaudy blabbing and remorseful days crept into the bosom of the sea

and now loud howling wolves arouse the jades that drag the tragic melancholy night who with their drowsy slow and flagging wings clip dead men's graves and from their misty jaws breathe foul contagious darkness in the air therefore bring forth the soldiers of our prize whilst our pinnace anchors in the downs here shall they make their ransom on the sand

or would their blood stain this discoloured shore master this prisoner freely give i thee and thou that art his mate make boot of this the other walter whitmore is thy share walter what is my ransom master let me know walter a thousand crowns or else lay down your head marion what think you much to pay two thousand crowns and bear the name and port of gentlemen cut both their villanous throats for die you shall

the lives of those which we have lost in fight be counterpoised with such a pity sum. I'll give it, sir, and therefore spare my life. And so will I, and ride home for it straight. I lost my eye in laying the prize abroad, and therefore to revenge it shalt thou die. To Suffolk. And so should these, if I might have my will. Be not so rash. Take ransom, let him live. Look on my gorge, I am a gentleman.

rate me at what thou wilt thou shalt be paid walter and so am i my name is walter whitmore how now why start'st thou what doth death affright walter thy name affrights me in whose sound is death

a cunning man did calculate my birth and told me that by water i should die yet let not this make thee be bloody-minded thy name is galtier being rightly sounded galtier or walter which it is i care not never yet did bastus honour blur our name but with our sword we wiped away the blot

therefore when merchant-like i sell revenge broke be my sword my arm torn and defaced and i proclaim the coward to the world stay whitmore for thy prisoner is a prince the duke of suffolk william de la paul the duke of suffolk muffled up in rags ay but these rags are no part of the duke joe sometimes went disguised and why not i

But Jove was never slain, as thou shalt be. Obscure and lowly swain, King Henry's blood, the honourable blood of Lancaster, must not be shed by such a jaded groom. Hast thou not kissed thy hand, and held my stirrup, bareheaded, flooded by my footcloth mule, and thought thee happy when I shook my head?

how often hast thou waited at my cup fed from my trencher kneeled down at the board when i have feasted with queen margaret remember it and let it make thee crestfallen and allay this thy abortive pride how in our voiding lobby hast thou stood and duly waited for my coming forth

this hand of mine hath writ in thy behalf, and therefore shall it charm thy riotous tongue. Speak, captain, shall I stab the forlorn swain? First let my words stab him, as he hath me. Be, slave, thy words are blunt, and so art thou. Convey him hence, and on our long-boat's side strike off his head. Thou darest not for thy own. Yes, pull. Pull. Pull. Sir, pull, lord.

ay kennel puddle sink whose filth and dirt troubles the silver spring where england drinks now will i dam up this thy yawning mouth for swallowing the treasures of the realm that kissed the queen shall sweep the ground and thou that smil'st at good duke humphrey's death against the senseless winds shall grin in vain

who in contempt shall hiss thee again. And wedded be thou to the hags of hell for daring to affy a mighty lord unto the daughter of a worthless king having neither subject, wealth, nor diadem. By devilish policy art thou grown great and like ambitious Scylla over-gorged with gobbets of thy mother's bleeding heart.

by thee anjou and maine were sold to france the false revolting normans thorough thee disdain to call us lord and picardy hath slain their governors surprised our forts and sent the ragged soldiers wounded home the princely warwick and the nevilles all whose dreadful swords were never drawn in vain as hating thee are rising up in arms

and now the house of york thrust from the crown by shameful murder of a guiltless king and lofty proud encroaching tyranny burns with revenging fire whose hopeful colours advance our half-faced sun striving to shine under the which is writ invitus nubibus the commons here in kent are up in arms and to conclude reproach and beggary is crept into the palace of our king

and all by thee away convey him hence or that i were a god to shoot forth thunder upon these paltry servile abject drudges small things make base men proud this villain here being captain of a pinnace threatens more than bargalus the strong ilerian pirate drones suck not eagles blood but rob beehives

It is impossible that I should die by such a lowly vassal as thyself. Thy words move rage and not remorse in me. I go of message from the queen to France. I charge thee, waft me safely across the channel. Walter? Come, Suffolk. I must waft thee to thy death. Gelidus Timorocu Potatus. It is thee I fear. Thou shalt have cause to fear before I leave thee. What?

are ye daunted now now will ye stoop my gracious lord entreat him speak him fair suffolk's imperial tongue is stern and rough used to command untaught to plead for favour far be it we should honour such as these with humble suit nor rather let my head stoop to the block than these knees bow to any save to the god of heaven and to my king

and sooner dance upon the bloody pole than stand uncovered to the vulgar groom true nobility is exempt from fear more can i bear than you dare execute alice hail him away and let him talk no more alice come soldiers show what cruelty you can that this my death may never be forgot

great men oft die by vile bozonians a roman sword-ruler and bandito slave murdered sweet tully brutus bastard hands stabbed julius caesar savage islanders pompey the great and suffolk dies by pirates exalt whitmore and others with suffolk and as for these whose ransom we have set it is our pleasure one of them to depart therefore come ye with us

and let him go exalt all but the first gentleman re-enter whitmore with suffolk's body there let his head and lifeless body lie until the queen his mistress bury it exit o barbarous and bloody spectacle his body will i bear unto the king if he revenge it not yet will his friends so will the queen that living held him dear exit with the body scene two

Blackheath, enter George Bevis and John Holland. Come, and get thee a sword, though made of a lath. They have been up these two days. They have the more need to sleep now, then. I tell thee, Jack Cade the Clothier means to dress the Commonwealth, and turn it, and set a new nap upon it. So he had need.

for tis Thragbear. Well, I say it was never merry world in England, since gentlemen came up. To miserable age. Virtue is not regarded in handicrafts, men. The nobility think scorn to go in leather aprons. Nay more. The king's council are no good workmen. True, and yet it is said, labour in thy vocation.

which is as much to say as let the magistrates be labouring men and therefore should we be magistrates thou hast heeded

for there's no better sign of a brave mind than a hard hand. I see them, I see them. There's Best's son, the Tanner of Wingham. He shall have the skin of our enemies to make dog's leather of. And Dick the Butcher. There is sin struck down like an ox, and iniquity's throat cut like a calf. And Smith the Weaver. Argo, their thread of life is spun.

come come let's fall in with them drum enter cade dick smith the weaver and a sawyer with infinite numbers we john cade so termed of our supposed father aside rather of stealing a cade of herrings for our enemies shall fall before us inspired with the spirit of putting down kings and princes

Come on, silence! Silence? My father was a mortimer.

ASIDE. He was an honest man and a good bricklayer. My mother a Plantagenet. ASIDE. I knew her well. She was a midwife. My wife descended of the laces. ASIDE. She was indeed a peddler's daughter and sewed many laces. ASIDE. But now of late, notable to travel with her furred pack, she washes bucks here at home.

therefore am i of an honourable house aside i by my faith the field is honourable and there was he born under a hedge for his father had never a house but the cage valiant i am aside a must needs for beggary is valiant

I am able to endure much. No question of that, for I have seen him whip three mucket days together. I fear neither sword nor fire. He need not fear the sword, for his coat is of proof. But methinks he should stand in fear of fire, being birdie the hand for stealing of sheep.

Be brave then, for your captain is brave and vows reformation. There shall be in England seven halfpenny loaves sold for a penny. The three-hooped pot shall have ten hoops, and I will make it felony to drink small beer. All the realm shall be in common.

and in Chapeside shall my palfrey go to grass, and when I am king, as king I will be. God save the Majesty. I thank you, good people. There shall be no money. I shall eat and drink on my score, and I will apparel them all in one livery, that they may agree like brothers, and worship me their lord.

the first thing we do let's kill all the lawyers sir lewis nay that i mean to do is not this a lamentable thing that of the skin of an innocent lamb should be made parchment that parchment being scribbled o'er should undoe a man

some say the bay stings but i say tis the bay's wax for i did but sail once to a thing and i was never me own man since oh no who's there enter some bringing forward the clerk of chatham the clerk of chatham he can write and read and cast a cont

we took him setting of boys copies. here's a villain. has a book in his pocket with red letters in't. ne then he is a conjurer. nay he can make obligations and write court-hand. i am sorry for't. the man is a proper man of mine honour. unless i find him guilty he shall not die. come hither sirrah i must examine thee.

what is the name emmanuel they used to write it on the top of letters twill go hard with you let me alone dost thou use to write the name or hast thou a mark to thyself like an honest plain dealing man

Sir, I thank God. I have been so well brought up that I can write my name. He hath confessed. Away with him. He is a villain and a traitor. Away with him, I say. Hang him with his pen and inkhorn about his neck. Exit one with the clerk. Enter Michael. Where's our general? Here I am, thou particular fellow.

Fly, fly, fly! Sir Humphrey Stafford and his brother are hard by with the king's forces. Stand, villain, stand, or I'll fell they down. I shall be encountered with a man as good as himself. He is but a cnoit, is he? No. To equal him, I will make meself a cnoit presently. Niels. Rise up, Sir John Mortimer.

Rises. Now have at him. Enter Sir Humphrey and William Stafford, with drum and soldiers. Rebellious Hines, the filth and scum of Kent, mark for the gallows. Lay your weapons down. Home your cottages. Forsake this groom.

The king is merciful. If you revolt... But angry wrath will unincline to blood if you go forward. Therefore yield or die. As for these silk and coated slaves, I pass not. It is to you, good people, that I speak. Over whom in time to come I hope to reign. For I am rightful heir unto the crown. Villain! Thy father was a plasterer.

and thou thyself a shearman art thou not and adam was a gardener and what of that marry this edmund mortimer earl of march married the duke of clarence's daughter did i not aye sir be her he had two children at one birth that's false aye there's the question but i say tis true

the elder of them being put to nurse was by a beggar-woman stolen away and ignorant of his birth and parentage became a bricklayer when he came to age

his son am i deny it if you can sir nay tis too true therefore he shall be king king sir he made a chimney in my father's house and the bricks are alive at this day to testify it therefore deny it not and will you credit this base drudge's words that speaks he knows not what

jack cade the duke of york hath taught you this aside it lies for i invented it meself

go to sirrah tell the king from may that for his father's sake henry v in whose time boys went to span counter for french crowns i am content he shall reign but i'll be protector over him and furthermore we'll have the lord say's head for selling the dukedom of maine

And good raisin, for thereby is England maind, and fain to go with a staff, but that my puissance holds it up.

Fellow kings, I tell you that that lord say hath gelded the commonwealth, and made it a eunuch. And more than that, he can speak French, and therefore he is a traitor. Oh, gross and miserable ignorance. Now answer if you can. The Frenchmen are our enemies.

Go to, then, I ask, but this, can hair that speaks with the tongue of an enemy be a good counsellor, or no? No, and therefore will have his head. Well,

seeing gentle words will not prevail, assail them with the army of the king. Harold, away, and throughout every town proclaim them traitors that are up with Cade, that those which fly before the battle ends may, even in their wives' and children's sight, be hanged up for example at their doors. And you that be the king's friends, follow me. Exalt William Stafford, and

And Sir Humphrey, and soldiers. And you that loathe the commons, follow me. Now show yourselves men, tis for liberty. We will not leave, own lord, own gentleman. Spare none but such as go in clouted shone. For they are thrifty, honest men, and such as would but that they dare not take our parts.

they are all in order and march toward us but then are we in order when we are most out of order come march forward scene three another part of blackheath alarums to the fight wherein sir humphrey and william stafford are slain

enter cade and the rest where's deg the butcher of ashford here sir they fell before thee like sheep and oxen and thou behavedst thyself as if thou'dst been in the known slaughter-house therefore thus will i reward thee

the lent shall be as long again as it is and thou shalt have a license to kill for a hundred lac in one i desire no more and to speak truth thou deservest no less this monument of the victory will i bear putting on sir humphrey's brigadine

and the body shall be dragged at my horse-hails till I do come to London, where we will have the Mayor's sword borne before us. If we mean to thrive and do good, break open the jails and let out the prisoners. Fair not that, I warrant they. Come, let's march towards London. Exempt. Scene 4. London. The Palace.

Enter King Henry VI. with a supplication, and the Queen with Sulphic's head. Buckingham and Lord say, Oft have I heard that grief softens the mind, and makes it fearful and degenerate. Think therefore on revenge, and cease to weep. But who can cease to weep and look on this?

"'Here may his head lie on my throbbing breast, but where's the body that I should embrace?' "'What answer makes your grace to the rebel's supplication?' "'I'll send some holy bishop to entreat, for God forbid so many simple souls should perish by the sword, and I myself, rather than bloody war shall cut them short, will parley with Jack Cade their general. But stay, I'll read it over once again.'

barbarous villains hath this lovely face rul'd like a wand'ring planet over me and could it not enforce them to relent that were unworthy to behold the same lady lord say jack cade hath sworn to have thy head jack ay but i hope your highness shall have his lady how now madam still lamenting in mourning for suffolk's death

i fear me love if that i had been dead thou wouldst not have mourn'd so much for me el no my love i should not mourn but die for thee enter a messenger el how now what news why com'st thou in such haste

The rebels are in Southwark. Fly, my lord. Jack Cade proclaims himself Lord Mortimer, descended from the Duke of Clarence House, and calls your grace usurper openly, and vows to crown himself in Westminster. His army is a ragged multitude of hinds and peasants, rude and merciless. Sir Humphrey Stafford and his brother's death have given them heart and courage to proceed. All

All scholars, lawyers, courtiers, gentlemen, they call false caterpillars and intend their death.

O graceless men, they know not what they do. My gracious lord, return to Killingworth, until a power be raised to put them down. Ah, were the duke of Suffolk now alive, these Kentish rebels would be soon appeased. Lord say, the traitors hate thee; therefore away with us to Killingworth. So might your gracious person be in danger? The sight of me is odious in their eyes.

and therefore in this city will I stay, and live alone, as secret as I may. Enter another messenger. Jack Cade hath got in London Bridge. The citizens fly and forsake their houses. The rascal people, thirsting after prey, join with the traitor, and they jointly swear to spoil the city and your royal court. Then linger not, my lord. Away, take horse. Come, Margaret. God, our hope, will succour us.

My hope is gone. Now Suffolk is deceased. Farewell, my lord. Trust not the Kentish rebels. Trust nobody, for fear you'll be betrayed. The trust I have is in mine innocence, and therefore am I bold and resolute. Exemple. Scene 5. London. The Tower. Enter Scales upon the Tower, walking.

then enter two or three citizens below. How now? Is Jack Cade slain? No, my lord, nor likely to be slain, for they have won the bridge, killing all those that withstand them. The Lord Mayor craves aid of your honour from the Tower to defend the city from the rebels. Such aid as I can spare you shall command, but I am troubled here with them myself.

The rebels have assayed to win the tower, But get you to Smithfield and gather head, And thither I will send you Matthew Gough. Fight for your king, your country, and your lives, And so farewell, for I must hence again. EXAMPLE SCENE VI LONDON, CANNON STREET ENTER CAID AND THE REST

and strikes his staff on London Stone. Now is Mortimer lord of this city.

and here sittin upon land and stone i charge and command that of the city's cost the pissin conduit run nothing but claret wine this first year of our reign and now hence for it it shall be treason for any that calls me other than lord mortimer enter a soldier running jack kid jack kid

knock him down there. if this fellow be wise he'll never call you jack cade more. i think he hath a very fair warning. my lord there's an army gathered together in smithfield. come then let's go fight with them but first go and set london bridge on fire and if you can burn down the tower too.

Come, let's away. Scene 7 London Smithfield Alarums Matthew Gough is slain and all the rest then enter Cade with his company. So sirs, now go some and pull down the Savoy.

others to the inns of court, down with them all. I have a suit unto your lordship. Be it a lordship, thou shalt have it for that ward. Only that the laws of England may come out of your mouth. Mass, 'twill be sore law then, for he was thrust in the mouth with this spear, and 'tis not whole yet.

Nay, John, it will be stinking law, for his breath stinks with eating toasted cheese. I have thought upon it. It shall be so. Away, burn all the records of the realm. My mouth shall be the Parliament of England. Aside. Then we are like to have biting statutes, unless his teeth be pulled out.

And hence for it all things shall be in common. Enter a messenger. My lord, a prize, a prize! Here's the Lord Say which sold the towns in France, he that made us pay one-and-twenty fifteens, and one shilling to the pound, the last subsidy. Enter Bevis and Lord Say. Well, here shall be beheaded for it ten times.

thou say thou sarge nay thou buckram lord now art thou within point blank of our jurisdiction or what canst thou answer to my majesty for giving up of normandy unto monseur baise me cool

the dauphin of france be it known unto thee by these presents even the presents of lord mortimer that i am the besom that must sweep the court clane of such filth as thou art

thou hast most traitorously corrupted the youth of the realm in erecting a grammar-school; and whereas before our forefathers had no other books but the score and the tally, thou hast caused printing to be used; and contrary to the king, his crown and dignity, thou hast built a paper-mill.

it will be proved to thee faith that thou hast men about thee that usually talk of a noun and a verb and such abominable words as no christian heir can endure to hear thou hast appointed justices of peace to call poor men before them about matters they were not able to answer

moreover thou hast put them in prison and because they could not ride thou hast hanged them when indeed only for that cause they have been most worthy to live thou dost ride in a footcloth dost thou not

what of that? Mary, thou oughtest not to let the horse wear a cloak, when honest or man than thou go in their hose and doublets. And work in their shirt too, as myself, for example, that am a butcher. You men of Kent! What say you of Kent? Nothing but this: 'Tis bona terra mala gens. Away with him! Away with him! Espeaks Latin.

hear me but speak and bear me where you will kent in the commentaries caesar writ is termed the civilest place of this isle sweet is the country because full of riches the people liberal valiant active and wealthy which makes me hope you are not void of pity

i sold not maine i lost not normandy yet to recover them would lose my life justice with favour have i always done prayers and tears have moved me gifts could never when have i aught exacted at your hands but to maintain the king the realm and you large gifts have i bestowed on learned clerks because my book preferred me to the king

and seeing ignorance is the curse of god knowledge the wing wherewith we fly to heaven unless you be possessed with devilish spirits you cannot but forbear to murder me this tongue hath parlayed unto foreign kings for you behoof when struckest thou one blow in the field great men have reaching hands

Oft have I struck those I never saw, and struck them dead. Oh, monstrous coward! What, to come behind folks?

These cheeks are pale for watching for your good. Give him a box o' the ear, and that will make him red again. Long sitting to determine poor men's causes hath made me full of sickness and diseases. Ye shall have a hempen cardle then, and the help of a chit. Why dost thou quiver, man?

The palsy, and not fear, provokes me. Nay, and nods at us, as how should say, I'll be even with you. I'll say if his head will stand steadier on a pole, or no. Take him away, and behead him. Tell me wherein have I offended most? Have I affected wealth or honour? Speak! Are my chests filled up with extorted gold? Is my apparel sumptuous to behold?

whom have i injured that ye seek my death these hands are free from guiltless blood-shedding this breast from harbouring foul deceitful thoughts let me live aside i fail remorse in meself with his words but i'll bridle it he shall die on't bay for pledin so well for his life

Away with him! He has a familiar under his tongue. He speaks not a god's name. Go, take him away, I say, and strike off his head presently, and then break into his son-in-law's house, Sir James Cromer, and strike off his head, and bring them both upon two poles hither. It shall be done.

ah countryman if when you make your prayers god should be so obdurate as yourselves how would it fare with your departed souls and therefore yet relent and save my life

Away with him, and do as I command ye. Exalt some, with lord say. The proudest pair in the realm shall not wear a head on his shoulders, unless a pay may tribute. There shall not a maid be married, but she shall pay to me her maidenhead, ere they have it. Men shall hold of me in capite. Ha, ha, ha, ha.

and we charge and command that their wives be as frae as heart can wish or tongue can tell. My lord, when shall we go to cheapside and take up commodities upon our bills? Marry presently. Pray. Re-enter one with the heads. But is not this braver? Let them kiss one another, for they loved well when they were alive.

Now part 'em again, lest they consult about the giving up of some more towns in France. Soldiers, defer the spoil of the city until night, for with these borne before us, instead of maces, will we ride through the streets, and at every corner have them kiss. Away! Exum. Scene 8. South Work.

Alarm and retreat. Enter Cade and all his ramblement. Up fish-strait, down St. Magnus' corner. Kill and knock down. Throw them into Thames. Sound a parley. What noise is this I hear?

dare any be so bold to sound retrait or parley when i command them kill enter buckingham and clifford attended i hear they be that dare and will disturb thee no cade we come ambassadors from the king unto the commons whom thou hast misled

and here pronounce free pardon to them all that will forsake thee and go home in peace what say ye countrymen will ye relent and yield to mercy whilst is offered you or let a rebel lead you to your deaths who loves the king and will embrace his pardon fling up his cap and say god save his majesty

Who hateth him, and honours not his father, Henry V, that made all France to quake? Shake ye his weapon at us, and pass by. God save the king! God save the king! What, Buckingham and Clifford, are ye so brave? And you base peasants, do ye believe him? Will you needs be hanged with your pardons about your necks?

hath my sword therefore broke through London gates that you should lave me at the White Hart in Southwark? I thought ye would never have given out these arms till ye had recovered your ancient freedom, but ye are all recreants and dastards, and delight to live in slavery to the nobility.

Let them break your backs with burthens, take your houses over your heads, ravish your wives and daughters before your faces, for me I will make shift for own. And so God's curse light upon you all. We'll follow Cade! We'll follow Cade! Is Cade the son of Henry V that thus ye do exclaim you'll go with him?

will he conduct you through the heart of france and make the meanest of you earls and dukes alas he hath no home no place to fly to nor knows he how to live but by the spoil and less by robbing of your friends and us

were it not a shame that whilst you live at jar the fearful french whom you late vanquished should make a start o'er seas and vanquish you methinks already in this civil broil i see them lording it in london streets crying villiagol unto all they meet better ten thousand base-born cades miscarry than you should stoop unto a frenchman's mercy to france to france and get what you have lost

spare england for it is your native coast henry hath money you are strong and manly god on our side doubt not a victory we'll follow the king and ah was ever fathom so lightly blown toe and fro as this multitude

the name of henry the fifth hails them to an hundred mischiefs and makes them lave me desolate i say them lay their heads together to surprise me my sword make way for me for here is no staying in despite of the devils and hell half through the very middest of you

and heavens and honour be wetness that no want of resolution in me but only me followers base and ignominious treasons makes me betake me to my hales exit what is he fled

Go some and follow him, and he that brings his head unto the king shall have a thousand crowns for his reward. Exalt some of them. Follow me, soldiers. We'll devise a mean to reconcile you all unto the king. Exalt. Scene 9. Kenilworth Castle. Sound trumpets. Enter King Henry VI.

queen margaret and somerset on the terrace was ever king that joyed an earthly throne and could command no more content than i no sooner was i crept out of my cradle but i was made a king at nine months old

was never subject long to be a king as i do long and wish to be a subject enter buckingham and clifford health and glad tidings to your majesty why buckingham is the traitor cade surprised or is he but retired to make him strong enter below multitudes with halters about their necks he is fled my lord and all his powers do yield

and humbly thus with halters on their necks expect your highness's doom of life or death then heaven set ope thy everlasting gates to entertain my vows of thanks and praise soldiers this day have you redeemed your lives and showed how well you love your prince and country continue still in this so good a mind and henry though he be unfortunate assure yourselves will never be unkind

And so, with thanks and pardon to you all, I do dismiss you to your several countries. God save the king! God save the king!

Enter a messenger. Please it your grace to be advertised, the Duke of York is newly come from Ireland, and with a puissant and a mighty power of gallow-glasses and stout kerns, is marching hitherward in proud array, and still proclaimeth as he comes along his arms are only to remove from thee the Duke of Somerset, whom he terms traitor.

thus stands my state twixt cade and york distressed like to a ship that having scaped a tempest is straightway calm'd and boarded with a pirate but now is cade driv'n back his men dispers'd and now is york in arms to second him

I pray thee, Buckingham, go and meet him, and ask him what's the reason of these arms. Tell him I'll send Duke Edmund to the tower, and Somerset, we'll commit thee thither until his army be dismissed from him. My lord, I'll yield myself to prison willingly, or unto death to do my country good.

In any case, be not too rough in terms, for he is fierce and cannot brook hard language. I will, my lord, and doubt not so to deal, as all things shall redound unto your good. Come, wife, let's in, and learn to govern better, for yet may England curse my wretched reign. Flourish Exhort Scene 10 Kent Aydin's Garden Enter Cayde

Fie on ambition! Fie on meself that have a sword and yet am ready to famish. These five days have I hid me in these woods and darst not peep out for all the country is laid for me. But now am I so hungry that if I might have a lace of me life for a thousand years I could stay no longer.

Where far on a brick wall have I climbed into this garden to see if I can eat grass, or pick a sallet another while, which is not amiss to cool a man's stomach this hot weather. And I think this word, sallet, was born to do me good for many a time, but for a sallet my brain-pan had been cleft with a brown bell.

and many a time when i have been dry and bravely marching it hath served me instead for a quart pot to drink in and now the ward salot must serve me to feed on enter idon lord who would live turmoil'd in the court and may enjoy such quiet walks as these this small inheritance my father left me contenteth me and worth a monarchy

i seek not to wax great by others waning or gather wealth i care not with what envy sufficeth that i have maintained my state and sends the poor well pleased from my gate here's the lord of the soil come to seize me for a stray for enter in his face simple without lave

"Ah villain, thou wilt betray me, and get a thousand crowns of the king carrying my head to 'em.

But I'll make thee ate iron like an ostrich, and swallow me sword like a great pin ere thou and I part. Why, rude companion whatsoever thou be, I know thee not. Why then should I betray thee? Is it not enough to break into my garden, and like a thief to come rob my grounds?

climbing my walls in spite of me the owner, but thou wilt brave me with these saucy terms? Brave thee! I be the best blood that ever was broached, and bared thee too. Look on me well, I have ate no mate these five days. Yet come though in thee five men, and if I do not lave you all as dead as a door-nail, I pray God I may never ate grass more.

nay it shall never be said while england stands that alexander eyden an esquire of kent took odds to combat a poor famished man oppose thy steadfast gazing eyes to mine see if thou canst outface me with thy looks set limb to limb and thou art far the lesser thy hand is but a finger to my fist thy leg a stick compared with this truncheon

My foot shall fight with all the strength thou hast, and if my arm be heaved in the air, thy grave is digged already in the earth. As for words, whose greatness answers words, let this my sword report what speech forbears. By me valour, the most complete champion that ever I heard.

still if thou turn thee adge or cut not out the barley-bonnet clown in chines of baff ere thou slip in thy sheath i beseech god on me naist thou maist be turned to hobnails here they fight cade falls oh i am slain famine and no other hath slain me

Let ten thousand devils come against me, and give me but the ten males I have lost, and I'll defy them all with their garden, and be henceforth a burying-place to all that do dwell in this house, because the unconquered soul of Cade is fled. Is't Cade that I have slain, that monstrous traitor?

sword i will hallow thee for this thy deed and hang thee over my tomb when i am dead never shall this blood be wiped from thy point but thou shalt wear it as a herald's coat to emblaze the honor that thy master got aiden farewell and be proud of thy victory tell kent from me she hath lost her best man

and exhort all the world to be cowards for i that never feared any am vanquished by famine not be valour how much thou wrong'st me heaven be my judge

Die, damned wretch, the curse of her that bare thee! And as I thrust thy body in with thy sword, so wish I I might thrust thy soul to hell. Hence will I drag thee headlong by the heels unto a dunghill which shall be thy grave, and there cut off thy most ungracious head, which I will bear in triumph to the king, leaving thy trunk for crows to feed upon. EXIT

End of Act 4

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Act V. Scene 1. Fields between Dartford and Blackheath.

enter york and his army of irish with drum and colours from ireland thus comes york to claim his right and pluck the crown from feeble henry's head ring bells aloud burn bonfires clear and bright to entertain great england's lawful king

ah sancta maestas who would not buy thee dear let them obey that know not how to rule this hand was made to handle naught but gold i cannot give due action to my words except a sword or sceptre balance it

a sceptre shall it have have i a soul on which i'll toss the flower-de-luce of france enter buckingham buckingham whom have we here buckingham to disturb me the king hath sent him sure i must dissemble

york if thou mean'st well i greet thee well humphrey of buckingham i accept thy greeting art thou a messenger or come of pleasure a messenger from henry our dread liege to know the reason of these arms in peace or why thou being a subject as i am

against thy oath and true allegiance sworn should raise so great a power without his leave or dare to bring thy force so near the court diogenes scarce can i speak my choler is so great

O, I could hew up rocks, and fight with flint, I am so angry at these abject terms! And now, like Ajax Telemonius, on sheep or oxen could I spend my fury. I am far better born than is the king, more like a king, more kingly in my thoughts.

But I must make fair weather yet a while, till Henry be more weak, and I more strong. Buckingham, I prithee, pardon me, that I have given no answer all this while my mind was troubled with deep melancholy. The cause why I have brought this army hither is to remove proud Somerset from the king, seditious to his grace and to the state.

That is too much presumption on thy part. But if thy arms be to no other end, the king hath yielded unto thy demand. The duke of Somerset is in the tower. Upon thine honor is he prisoner? Upon mine honor he is prisoner. Then, Buckingham, I do dismiss my powers.

Soldiers, I thank you all. Disperse yourselves. Meet me tomorrow in St. George's Field. You shall have pay and everything you wish. And let my sovereign, virtuous Henry command my eldest son, nay, all my sons, as pledges of my fealty and love, I'll send them all as willing as I live.

lands goods horse armor anything i have is his to use so somerset may die york i commend this kind submission we twain will go into his highness tent enter king henry the sixth and attendants buckingham

Doth York intend no harm to us, that thus he marcheth with thee arm in arm? In all submission and humility York doth present himself unto your highness. Then what intends these forces thou dost bring? To heave the traitor Somerset from hence, and fight against that monstrous rebel Cade, who since I heard to be discomfited. Enter Iden with Cade's head.

If one so rude and so mean condition May pass into the presence of a king, Lo, I present your grace a traitor's head, The head of Cade, whom I in combat slew. The head of Cade! Great God, how just art thou! O let me view his visage being dead, That living wrought me such exceeding trouble!

tell me my friend art thou the man that slew him i was ain't like your majesty how art thou called and what is thy degree alexander eyden that's my name a poor esquire of kent that loves his king so please it you my lord twere not a miss he were created knight for his good service alexander eyden kneel down he kneels alexander rise up a knight

we give thee for reward a thousand marks and will that thou henceforth attend on us may idon live to merit such a bounty and never live but true unto his liege rises

enter queen margaret and somerset see buckingham somerset comes with the queen go bid her hide him quickly from the duke for thousand yorks he shall not hide his head but boldly stand and front him to his face how now is somerset at liberty then york unloose thy long-imprisoned thoughts and let thy tongue be equal with thy heart

Shall I endure the sight of Somerset? False king! Why hast thou broken faith with me, Knowing how hardly I can brook abuse? King did I call thee? No, thou art not king, Not fit to govern and rule multitudes Which darest not know, nor canst not rule a traitor.

that head of thine doth not become a crown thy hand is made to grasp a palmer's staff and not to grace an awful princely sceptre

That gold must round engirt these brows of mine, Whose smile and frown, like to Achilles' spear, Is able with the change to kill and cure. Here is a hand to hold a sceptre up, And with the same to act controlling laws. Give place! By heaven thou shalt rule no more, O'er him whom heaven created for thy ruler.

O monstrous traitor, I arrest thee, York, of capital treason, 'gainst the king and crown. Obey, audacious traitor, kneel for grace. O' Wouldst have me kneel? First let me ask of these If they can brook I bow a knee to man. Sirrah, call in my sons to be my bail. Exit attendant. O' I know, ere they will have me go to ward, They'll pawn their swords for my enfranchisement.

Call hither Clifford. Bid him come amain to say if that the bastard boys of York shall be the surety for their traitor father. Exit Buckingham. O blood-besotted Neapolitan, outcast of Naples, England's bloody scourge, the sons of York, thy betters in their birth, shall be their father's bail, and bane to those that for my surety will refuse the boys.

Enter Edward and Richard. See where they come. I'll warrant they'll make it good. Enter Clifford and young Clifford. And here comes Clifford to deny their bail. Health and all happiness to my lord the king. Kneels. I thank thee, Clifford. Say what news with thee.

Nay, do not fright us with an angry look. We are thy sovereign, Clifford. Kneel again, for thy mistaking so we pardon thee. This is my king, York. I do not mistake, but thou mistakest me much to think I do. To bedlam with him! Is the man grown mad? I, Clifford, a bedlam and ambitious humour makes him oppose himself against his king. He is a traitor.

let him to the tower and chop away that factious pate of his he is arrested but will not obey his sons he says shall give their words for him will you not sons i noble father if our words will serve and if words will not then our weapons shall why was a brood of traitors have we here look in a glass and call thy image so i am thy king and thou a false-heart traitor

call hither to the stake my two brave bears that with the very shaking of their chains they may astonish these fell lurking curs bid salisbury and warwick come to me enter the warwick and salisbury

are these thy bears we'll bait thy bears to death and manacle the bear-ward in their chains if thou darest bring them to the baiting place oft have i seen a hot overweening cur run back and bite because he was withheld who being suffered with the bear's fell paw hath clapped his tail between his legs and cried

and such a piece of service will you do if you oppose yourselves to match lord warwick king hence heap of wrath foul indigested lump as crooked in thy manners as thy shape war nay we shall heat you thoroughly anon king take heed lest by your heat you burn yourselves war why warwick hath thy knee forgot to bow

"'Old Salisbury, shame to thy silver hair, thou mad misleader of thy brain-sick son! What, wilt thou on thy deathbed play the ruffian and seek for sorrow with thy spectacles? O where is faith? O where is loyalty? If it be banished from the frosty head, where shall it find a harbour in the earth? Wilt thou go dig a grave to find out war, and shame thine honourable age with blood?'

Why art thou old and wants experience, Or wherefore dost abuse it if thou hast it? For shame! in duty bend thy knee to me That bows unto the grave with mickle age. My lord, I have considered with myself The title of this most renowned duke, And in my conscience do repute his grace The rightful heir to England's royal seat. Hast thou not sworn allegiance unto me?

i have canst thou dispense with heaven for such an oath it is great sin to swear unto a sin but greater sin to keep a sinful oath who can be bound by any solemn vow to do a murderous deed to rob a man

to force a spotless virgin's chastity, to wreathe the orphan of his patrimony, to wring the widow from her accustomed right, and have no other reason for this wrong but that he was bound by a solemn oath? LADY MACBETH: A subtle traitor needs no sophister.

Call Buckingham, and bid him arm himself. Call Buckingham and all the friends thou hast. I am resolved for death or dignity. The first I warrant thee, if dreams prove true. You are best to go to bed and dream again, to keep thee from the tempest of the field. I am resolved to bear a greater storm than any thou can conjure up to-day.

and that i'll write upon thy burgeonette might i but know thee by thy household badge now by my father's badge o neville's crest the rampant bear chained to the ragged staff this day i'll wear aloft my burgeonette as on a mountain top the cedar shows that keeps his leaves in spite of any storm

even to affright thee with the view thereof and from thy burgeonette i'll rend thy bear and tread it under foot with all contempt despite the bear ward that protects the bear and so to arms victorious father to quell the rebels and their accomplices fie charity for shame speak not in spite for you shall sup with jesus christ to-night

foul stigmatic that's more than thou'st can tell if not in heaven you'll surely sup in hell exalt severally scene two st albans alarums to the battle enter warwick clifford of cumberland tis warwick call and if thou dost not hide thee from the bear

when the angry trumpet sounds alarum and dead men's cries do fill the empty air clifford i say come forth and fight with me northern lord clifford of cumberland warwick is hoarse with calling thee to arm enter york how now my noble lord

What, all afoot? The deadly-handed Clifford slew my steed, But match to match I have encountered him, And made a prey for carrion kites and crows, Even of the bonny beast he loved so well. Enter Clifford. Of one or both of us the time is come. Old Warwick, seek thee out some other chase, For I myself must hunt this deer to death. They nobly yawp.

tis through crown thou fightest as i intend clifford to thrive to-day it grieves my soul to leave thee unassail'd exit york what seest thou in me york why dost thou pause york with thy brave bearing should i be in love but that thou art so fast mine enemy

nor should thy prowess want praise and esteem but that tis shown ignobly and in treason so let it help me now against thy sword as i in justice and true right express it my soul and body on the action both a dreadful lay address thee instantly they fight and clifford falls la fin couronne lays over dies thus war hath given thee peace for thou art still

peace with his soul heaven if it be thy will exit enter young clifford cliff shame and confusion all is on the root fear frames disorder and disorder wounds where it should guard o war thou son of hell whom angry heavens do make their minister row in the frozen bosoms of our part hot coals of vengeance let no soldier fly he that is truly dedicated to war hath no self-love

nor he that loves himself hath not essentially but by circumstance the name of valor o let the vile world end and the premised flames of the last day knit earth and heaven together now let the general trumpet blow his blast particularities and petty sounds to cease was thou ordained dear father to lose thy youth in peace and to achieve the silver livery of advised age

and in thy reverence in thy chair days thus to die in ruffian battle even at this sight my heart is turned to stone and while tis mine it shall be stony york not our old men's spares nor more will i their babes tears virginal shall be to me even as the dew to fire and beauty that the tyrant oft reclaims shall to my flaming wrath be oil and flax henceforth i will not have to do with pity

meet i an infant of the house of york into as many gobbets will i cut it as wild medea young absyrtus did in cruelty will i seek out my fame come thou new ruin of old clifford's house as did neas old anchises bear so bear i thee upon my manly shoulders but then neas bare a living load nothing so heavy as these woes of mine exit bearing off his father

Enter Richard and Somerset to fight. Somerset is killed. So lie thou there, for underneath an alehouse paltry sign, The castle in St. Albans, Somerset, hath made the wizard famous in his death. Sword, hold thy temper, heart, be wrathful still. Priests, pray for enemies, but princes kill. Exit.

fight excursions enter king henry the sixth queen margaret and others margaret away my lord you are slow for shame away margaret can we outrun the heavens good margaret stay margaret what are you made of you'll nor fight nor fly

Now is it manhood, wisdom, and defence To give the enemy way, and to secure us By what we can, which can no more but fly? ALARM. ALARM. If you be ta'en, we then should see The bottom of all our fortunes. But if we should haply scape, As well we may, if not through your neglect, We shall to London get, where you are loved, And where this breach now in our fortunes made May readily be stopped. RE-ENTER YOUNG CLIFFORD.

but that my heart's on future mischief set i would speak blasphemy ere bid you fly but fly you must uncurable discomfort reigns in the hearts of all our present parts away for your relief and we will live to see their day and them our fortune give away my lord away scene three fields near st albans

Alarum, retreat. Enter York, Richard, Warwick, and soldiers with drum and colours. Of Salisbury, who can report of him, that winter lion who in rage forgets aged contusions and all brush of time, and like a gallant in the brow of youth repairs him with occasion? This happy day is not itself, nor have we won one foot, if Salisbury be lost. My

My noble father! Three times to-day I hauled him to his horse. Three times bestrid him. Thrice I led him off, persuaded him from any further act. But still where danger was, still there I met him, and like rich hangings in a homely house, so was his will in his old feeble body.

but noble as he is look where he comes enter salisbury salisbury now by my sword well hast thou fought to-day by the mass so did we all i thank you richard god knows how long it is i have to live and it hath pleased him that three times to-day you have defended me from imminent death

Well, lords, we have not got that which we have. Tis not enough our foes are this time fled, being opposites of such repairing nature. I know our safety is to follow them, for, as I hear, the king is fled to London to call a present court of Parliament. Let us pursue him ere the writs go forth. What says Lord Warwick? Shall we after them? After them, nay, before them if we can. Now, by my faith, lords, t'was a glorious day.

St. Alban's battle won by famous York shall be eternized in all age to come. Sound drums and trumpets, and to London all, and more such days as these to us before. Exhort. End of Act 5. End of Henry VI, Part 2, by William Shakespeare.

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