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约克:我拥有王位的合法继承权,亨利六世是一个懦弱无能的国王,兰开斯特家族篡夺了我的权利。我将通过战争夺回属于我的王位,为我的父亲和兄弟报仇。我蔑视敌人的威胁,我的儿子们也像男子汉一样战斗。即使面对巨大的困难,我也会坚持到底,直到夺回王位或战死沙场。 王后玛格丽特:约克家族是叛逆者,他们杀害了我的亲人,我要为他们报仇。亨利六世是一个软弱的国王,我不会放弃我的权利。我会尽一切努力保护我的儿子爱德华的继承权,即使这意味着要与约克家族进行残酷的战争。约克家族的野心和残暴让我愤怒,我将不惜一切代价与他们对抗。 克利福德:约克公爵杀害了我的父亲,我要为我的父亲报仇。我不会放过约克家族的任何一个人,我会不择手段地消灭他们。约克家族的残暴和野蛮让我愤怒,我将不惜一切代价与他们对抗,即使这意味着要牺牲我的生命。 沃里克:我支持约克家族,因为他们拥有王位的合法继承权。亨利六世是一个无能的国王,他无法领导国家。我会尽一切努力帮助约克家族夺回王位,即使这意味着要与兰开斯特家族进行战争。我将尽我所能维护正义,即使这意味着要牺牲我的生命。 爱德华:作为约克公爵的儿子,我将继承我父亲的遗志,夺回王位。我将与我的兄弟理查德一起战斗,为我的父亲和兄弟报仇。我会尽一切努力保护我的权利,即使这意味着要与兰开斯特家族进行战争。我会像一个真正的战士一样战斗,直到取得胜利或战死沙场。 理查德:我将不惜一切代价获得王位,即使这意味着要背叛我的盟友。我会利用一切机会来巩固我的权力,即使这意味着要牺牲我的兄弟。我会像一个狡猾的政治家一样行动,直到我获得王位。 克拉伦斯:我起初支持爱德华,但后来我改变了主意,转而支持亨利六世。我厌倦了无休止的战争和权力斗争,我希望国家能够恢复和平与稳定。我会尽一切努力来实现我的目标,即使这意味着要背叛我的兄弟。 亨利六世:我是一个软弱的国王,我无法控制局势。我被卷入了权力斗争的漩涡中,我渴望和平,但我无力阻止战争。我将尽我所能来维护和平,即使这意味着要牺牲我的权利。

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I wonder how the king escaped our hands.

while we pursued the horsemen of the north he slyly stole away and left his men whereat the great lord of northumberland whose warlike ears could never brook retreat cheered up the drooping army and himself lord clifford and lord stafford all abreast charged our main battle's front and breaking in were by the swords of common soldiers slain lord stafford's father duke of buckingham is either slain or wounded dangerously

i cleft his beaver with a town-right blow that this is true father behold his blood and brother he is the earl of welsh's blood whom i encountered as the battles joined

speak thou for me and tell them what i did throwing down somerset's head richard hath best deserved of all my sons but is your grace dead my lord of somerset such hope have all the line of john of god thus do i hope to shake king henry's head and so do i

victorious prince of york before i see thee seated in that throne which now the house of lancaster usurps i vow by heaven these eyes shall never close this is the palace of the fearful king and this the regal seat possess it york for this is thine and not king henry's

Assist me then, sweet Warwick, and I will, for hither we have broken in by force. We'll all assist you. He that flies shall die. Thanks, gentle Norfolk. Stay by me, my lords, and soldiers, stay and lodge by me this night. They go up. And when the king comes, offer no violence, unless he seek to thrust you out perforce.

The queen this day here holds her parliament, but little thinks we shall be of her council. By words or blows here let us win our right. Armed as we are, let's stay within this house. The bloody parliament shall this be called, unless Plantagenet, Duke of York, be king, and bashful Henry deposed, whose cowardice hath made us bywords to our enemies.

then leave me not my lords be resolute i mean to take possession of my right neither the king nor he that loves him best the proudest he that holds up lancaster dares stir a wing if warwick shake his bells o plantaginate root him up who dares resolve thee richard claim the english crown enter king henry the sixth clifford

northumberland westmoreland exeter and the rest my lords look where the sturdy rebel sits even in the chair of state

Belike he means, backed by the power of Warwick, that force peer, to spire unto the crown and reign as king. Earl of Northumberland, he slew thy father, and thine, Lord Clifford, and you both have vowed revenge on him, his sons, his favourites, and his friends. If I be not, heavens be revenged on me. The hope thereof makes Clifford mourn in steel. What, shall we suffer this? Let's pluck him down.

my heart for anger burns i cannot brook it be patient gentle earl of westmoreland patience is for bold truants such as he he durst not sit there had your father lived my gracious lord here in the parliament let us assail the family of york well hast thou spoken cousin be it so ah know you not the city favours them and they have troops of soldiers at their beck

But when the duke is slain, they'll quickly fly. Far be the thought of this from Henry's heart to make a shambles of the Parliament House. Cousin of Exeter, frowns, words, and threats shall be the war that Henry means to use. Thou factious duke of York, descend my throne and kneel for grace and mercy at my feet. I am thy sovereign. I am thine. For

For shame, come down, he made thee Duke of York. T'was my inheritance, as the earldom was. Thy father was a traitor to the crown. Exeter, thou art a traitor to the crown in following this usurping Henry. Whom should he follow but his natural king? True Clifford, and that's Richard, Duke of York. And shall I stand, and thou sit in my throne? It must and shall be so. Content thyself.

Be Duke of Lancaster. Let him be king. He is both king and Duke of Lancaster, and that the Lord of Westmoreland shall maintain. And Warwick shall disprove it. You forget that we are those that chased you from the field and slew your fathers, and with colors spread marched through the city to the palace gates.

Yes, Warwick, I remember it to my grief, and by his soul thou and thy house shall rue it. Plantagenet.

of thee and these thy sons thy kinsmen and thy friends i'll have more lives than drops of blood were in my father's veins urge it no more lest that instead of words i send thee warwick such a messenger i shall revenge his death before i stir warwick poor clifford how i scorn his worthless threats

Will you we show our title to the crown? If not, our swords shall plead it in the field. What title hast thou, traitor, to the crown? Thy father was, as thou art, Duke of York, thy grandfather Roger Mortimer, Earl of March. I am the son of Henry V, who made the Dauphin and the French to stoop and seize upon their towns and provinces. Talk not of France, since thou hast lost it all.

"'The Lord Protector lost it, and not I. When I was crowned, I was but nine months old.' "'You are old enough now, and yet methinks you lose.'

father tear the crown from the usurper's head king sweet father do so set it on your head queen good brother as thou lovest and honorest arms let's fight it out and not stand cavilling thus king sound drums and trumpets and the king will fly king sons peace queen peace thou and give king henry leave to speak

Plantagenet shall speak first. Hear him, lords, and be you silent and attentive too, for he that interrupts him shall not live. Planteagenet. Think'st thou that I will leave my kingly throne, wherein my grandsire and my father sat? No, first shall war unpeople this my realm, I, and their colours often born in France, and now in England to our heart's great sorrow, shall be my winding-sheet.

why faint you lords my title's good and better far than his henry prove it henry and thou shalt be king henry the fourth by conquest got the crown henry twas by rebellion against his king i know not what to say my title's weak

tell me may not a king adopt an heir king what then and if he may then am i lawful king for richard in the view of many lords resigned the crown to henry the fourth whose heir my father was and i am his king he rose against him being his sovereign and made him to resign his crown perforce

Suppose, my lords, he did it unconstrained. Think you it were prejudicial to his crown? No, for he could not so resign his crown, but that the next heir should succeed and reign. Art thou against us, Duke of Exeter? His is the right, and therefore pardon me. Why whisper you, my lords, and answer not? My conscience tells me he is lawful king.

Aside, all will revolt from me and turn to him. Plantagenet, for all the claim thou laced, think not that Henry shall be so deposed. Deposed he shall be, in despite of all.

Thou art deceived. Tis not thy southern power of Essex, Norfolk, Suffolk, nor of Kent, Which makes thee thus presumptuous and proud, Can set the Duke up in despite of me. King Henry, be thy title right or wrong, Lord Clifford vows to fight in thy defence. May that ground gape and swallow me alive, Where I shall kneel to him that slew my father. O Clifford, how thy words revive my heart! Henry of Lancaster, resign thy crown.

What mutter you, or what conspire you, lords? Do write unto this princely duke of York, or I will fill the house with armoured men, and over the chair of state, where now he sits, write up his title with usurping blood. He stamps with his foot, and the soldiers show themselves.

My lord of Warwick, hear me but one word. Let me for this my lifetime reign as king. Confirm the crown to me and to mine heirs, and thou shalt reign in quiet while thou livest. I am content. Richard Plantagenet, enjoy the kingdom after my decease. What wrong is this unto the prince your son? What good is this to England and himself? B.

Base, fearful and despairing Henry. How hast thou injured both thyself and us? I cannot stay to hear these articles. Nor I. Come, cousin, let us tell the queen these news. Farewell, faint-hearted and degenerate king.

in whose blood no spark of honour bides. Be thou a prey unto the house of York, and die in bands for this unmanly deed. In dreadful war mayst thou be overcome, or live in peace, abandoned and despised. Excent Northumberland, Clifford, and Westmoreland.

turn this way henry and regard them not henry they seek revenge and therefore will not yield warwick ah exeter henry why should you sigh my lord warwick not for myself lord warwick but my son whom i unnaturally shall disinherit but be it as it may

I here entail the crown to thee and to thine heirs for ever, conditionally, that here thou take an oath to cease this civil war, and, whilst I live, to honour me as thy king and sovereign, and neither by treason nor hostility to seek to put me down and reign thyself. This oath I willingly take, and will perform. Long live King Henry! Plantagenet, embrace him.

And long live thou and these thy forward sons. Now York and Lancaster are reconciled. Accursed be he that seeks to make them foes. Senate, here they come down. Farewell, my gracious lord. I'll to my castle. I'll keep London with my soldiers.

an eye to norfolk with my followers and i unto the sea from whence i came exeunt york edward edmund george richard warwick norfolk montagu their soldiers and attendants and i with grief and sorrow to the court enter queen margaret and prince edward here comes the queen whose looks betray her anger

I'll steal away. Exeter, so will I. Nay, go not from me, I will follow thee. Be patient, gentle queen, and I will stay. Who can be patient in such extremes? Ah, wretched man! Would I had died a maid, And never seen thee, never borne thee son, Seeing thou hast proved so unnatural a father!

Hath he deserved to lose his birthright thus? Hadst thou but loved him half so well as I, Or felt that pain which I did for him once, Or nourished him as I did with my blood, Thou wouldst have left thy dearest heart-blood there Rather than have that savage duke thine heir And disinherited thine only son. Father, you cannot disinherit me.

if you be king why should not i succeed margaret pardon me margaret pardon me sweet son the earl of warwick and the duke enforc'd me margaret enforc'd thee art thou king and wilt be forc'd shame to hear thee speak ah timorous wretch

thou hast undone thyself thy son and me and given unto the house of york such head as thou shalt reign but by their sufferance to entail him and his heirs unto the crown what is it but to make thy sepulchre and creep into it far before thy time

Warwick is Chancellor and the Lord of Calais. Stern Falcon Bridge commands the narrow seas. The Duke is made Protector of the realm. And yet shalt thou be safe? Such safety finds the trembling lamb environed with wolves. Had I been there—a witch am, a silly woman—the soldiers should have tossed me on their pikes before I would have granted to that act. But thou preferst thy life before thine honour.'

and seeing thou dost i here divorce myself both from thy table henry and thy bed until that act of parliament be repeal'd where by my son is disinherited the northern lords that have forsworn thy colours will follow mine if once they see them spread and spread they shall be to thy foul disgrace and utter ruin of the house of york thus do i leave thee

Come, son, let's away. Our army is ready. Come, we'll after them. Marguerite. Stay, gentle Margaret, and hear me speak. Thou hast spoke too much already. Get thee gone. Marguerite. Gentle son Edward, thou wilt stay with me. I, to be murdered by his enemies. When I return with victory from the field, I'll see your grace. Till then, I'll follow her. Marguerite. Come, son, away. We may not linger thus.

Excent Queen Margaret and Prince Edward. Poor Queen! How love to me and to her son hath made her break out into terms of rage! Revenged may she be on that hateful duke, Whose haughty spirit, winged with desire, will cost my crown, And like an empty eagle tire on the flesh of me and of my son. The loss of those three lords torments my heart. I'll write unto them and entreat them fair.

come cousin you shall be the messenger and i i hope shall reconcile them all scene two sandal castle enter richard edward and montague brother though i be youngest give me leave no i can better play the orator but i have reason strong and forcible enter york why how now sons and brother at a strife

What is your quarrel? How began it first? No quarrel, but a slight contention. About what? About that which concerns your grace and us, the crown of England, father, which is yours. Mine, boy? Not till King Henry be dead. Your right depends not on his life or death. Now you are heir, therefore enjoy it now.

by giving the house of lancaster leave to breathe it will outrun you father in the end lancaster i took an oath that he should quietly reign borgheim but for a kingdom any oath may be broken

i would break a thousand oaths to reign one year lear no god forbid your grace should be forsworn lear i shall be if i claim by open war lear i'll prove the contrary if you will hear me speak lear thou canst not son it is impossible lear an oath is of no moment being not took before a true and lawful magistrate that hath authority over him that swears

henry had none but did usurp the place then seeing twas he that made you to depose your oath my lord is vain and frivolous therefore to arms and father do but think how sweet a thing it is to wear a crown within whose circuit is elysium and all that poets feign of bliss and joy why do we finger thus

I cannot rest until the white rose that I wear be dyed, even in the lukewarm blood of Henry's heart. Richard, enough. I will be king or die.

brother thou shalt to london presently and wet on warwick to this enterprise thou richard shalt to the duke of norfolk and tell him privily of our intent you edward shall unto my lord cobham with whom the kentishmen will willingly rise in them i trust for they are soldiers witty courteous liberal full of spirit

while you are thus employ'd what resteth more but that i seek occasion how to rise and yet the king not privy to my drift nor any of the house of lancaster enter a messenger but stay what news why comest thou in such post

the queen with all the northern earls and lords intend here to besiege you in your castle she is hard by with twenty thousand men and therefore fortify your hold my lord duke ay with my sword what think'st thou that we fear them

edward and richard you shall stay with me my brother montague shall post to london let noble warwick cobham and the rest whom we have left protectors of the king with powerful policy strengthen themselves and trust not simple henry nor his oaths brother i go i'll win them fear it not and thus most humbly i do take my leave exit

enter john mortimer and hugh mortimer sir john and sir hugh mortimer mine uncles you are come to sandal in a happy hour the army of the queen mean to besiege us she shall not need

we'll meet her in the field captain what with five thousand men captain ay with five hundred farther for a need a woman's general what should we fear a march afar off captain i hear their drums let's set our men in order and issue forth and bid them battle straight captain five men to twenty

though the odds be great i doubt not uncle of our victory many a battle have i won in france whenas the enemy hath been ten to one why should i not now have the like success alorum exeunt scene three field of battle betwixt sandal castle and wakefield alorums

enter rutland and his tutor tut o whither shall i fly to scape the hens tut o tutor look where bloody clifford comes enter clifford and soldiers chaplain away thy priesthood saves thy life as for the brat this accursed duke whose father slew my father he shall die and i my lord will bear him company tut soldiers away with him ah clifford

murder not this innocent child lest thou be hated both of god and man exit dragged off by soldiers how now is he dead already or is it fear that makes him close his eyes i'll open them so looks the bent-up lion over the wretch that trembles under his devouring pose and so he walks insulting o'er his prey and so he comes to rend his limbs asunder

ah gentle clifford kill me with thy sword and not with such a cruel threatening look sweet clifford hear me speak before i die i am too mean a subject for thy wrath

be thou revenged on men and let me live in vain thou speak'st poor boy my father's blood hath stopped the passage where thy word should enter then let my father's blood open it again he is a man and clifford cope with him had thy brethren here their lives and thine were not revenge sufficient for me

now if i digged up thy forefathers graves and hung their rotten coffins up in chains it could not slake mine ire nor ease my heart the sight of any of the house of york is as a fury to torment my soul until i root out their accursed line and leave not one alive i live in hell

therefore lifting his hand oh let me pray before i take my death to thee i pray sweet clifford pity me such pity as my rapier's point affords i never did thee harm why wilt thou slay me thy father hath but was he who was born thou hast one son for his sake pity me lest in revenge thereof seeth god is just

he be as miserably slain as i oh let me live in prison all my days and when i give occasion of offence then let me die for now thou hast no cause no cause thy father slew my father

therefore die stabs him die vagi and laudi summa sit is datue dies plantagenet i come plantagenet and this thy son's blood cleaving to my blade shall rust upon my weapon till thy blood congealed with this do make me wipe off both exit scene four another part of the field

Alorum, enter York. The army of the queen hath got the field. My uncles both are slain in rescuing me, and all my followers to the eager foe turn back and fly, like ships before the wind, or lambs pursued by hunger-starved wolves. My sons, God knows what hath bechanced them, but this I know, they have demeaned themselves like men born to renown by life or death.

three times did richard make a lane to me and thrice cried courage father fight it out and full as oft came edward to my side with purple falchion painted to the hilt in blood of those that had encountered him

and when the hardiest warriors did retire richard cried charge and give no foot of ground and cried a crown or else a glorious tomb a sceptre or an earthly sepulchre with this we charged again

but out alas we budged again as i have seen a swan with bootless labour swim against the tide and spend her strength with overmatching waves a short allure am within ah hark the fatal followers do pursue and i am faint and cannot fly their fury and were i strong i would not shun their fury

The sands are numbered that make up my life. Here must I stay, and here my life must end. Enter Queen Margaret, Clifford, Northumberland, Prince Edward, and soldiers. Come, bloody Clifford, rough Northumberland. I dare your quenchless fury to more rage. I am your butt, and I abide your shot. Yield to our mercy, proud Plantagenet. I am your butt.

I to such mercy as his ruthless arm, with downright payment, showed unto my father. Now Phaethon hath tumbled from his car, and made an evening of the noontide prick. My ashes, as the phoenix, may bring forth a bird that will revenge upon you all, and in that hope I throw mine eyes to heaven, scorning whatever you can afflict me with.

why come you not what multitudes and fear so cowards fight when they can fly no further so doves do peck the falcon's piercing talons so desperate thieves all hopeless of their lives breathe out invectives gainst the officers o clifford but bethink thee once again and in thy thought o run my former time

and if thou canst for blushing view this face and bite thy tongue that slanders him with cowardice whose frown hath made thee faint and fly ere this i will not bandy with thee word for word but buckle with thee blows twice two for one old valiant clifford for a thousand causes i would prolong awhile the traitor's life

Wrath makes him deaf. Speak thou, Northumberland. Hold, Clifford! do not honour him so much To prick thy finger though to wound his heart. What valour were it when a cur doth grin For one to thrust his hand between his teeth When he might spurn him with his foot away? It is war's prize to take all vantages, And ten to one is no impeach of valour. They lay hands on York, who struggles.

aye aye so strives the woodcock with the gin so doth the coney struggle in the net so triumph thieves upon their conquered booty so true men yield with robbers so o'ermatched what would your grace have done unto him now brave warriors clifford and northumberland

come make him stand upon this mole-hill here that wrought at mountains with outstretched arms yet parted but the shadow with his hand what was it you that would be england's king was't you that revelled in our parliament and made a preachment of your high descent where are your mess of sons to back you now the wanton edward and the lusty george

and where's that valiant crook-backed prodigy dicky your boy that with his grumbling voice was wont to cheer his dad in mutinies or with the rest where is your darling rutland look yorke i stained this napkin with the blood that valiant clifford with his rapier's point made issue from the bosom of the boy

And if thine eyes can water for his death, I give thee this to dry thy cheeks withal. Alas, poor York, but that I hate thee deadly, I should lament thy miserable state. I prithee, grieve, to make me merry, York. What hath thy fiery heart so parched thine entrails That not a tear can fall for Rutland's death?

Why art thou patient, man? Thou shouldst be mad, And I to make thee mad do mock thee thus. Stamp, rave, and fret, That I may sing and dance. Thou wouldst be feed, I see, to make me sport. York cannot speak unless he wear a crown, A crown for York, and lords bow low to him.

hold you his hands whilst i do set it on putting a paper crown on his head ay marry sir now looks he like a king ay this is he that took king henry's chair and this is he that was his adopted heir but how is it that great plantagenet is crown'd so soon and broke his solemn oath as i bethink me you should not be king till our king henry had shook hands with death

and will you pale your head in henry's glory and rob his temple of the diadem now in his life against your holy oath oh tis a fault too too unpardonable

Off with the crown, and with the crown his head, and whilst we breathe take time to do him dead. That is my office for my father's sake. Nay, stay, let's hear the orisons he makes. She-wolf of France, but worse than wolves of France, whose tongue more poisons than the adder's tooth.

how ill-beseeming is it in thy sex to triumph like an amazonian troll upon their woes whom fortune captivates but that thy face is wizard-like unchanging made impudent with use of evil deeds i would assay proud queen to make thee blush to tell thee whence thou camest of whom derived were shame enough to shame thee wert thou not shameless

thy father bears the type of king of naples of both the sissels and jerusalem yet not so wealthy as an english yeoman hath that poor monarch taught thee to insult it needs not nor it boots thee not proud queen unless the adage must be verified that beggars mounted run their horse to death

"'Tis beauty that doth oft make women proud, but God he knows thy share thereof is small. "'Tis virtue that doth make them most admired, the contrary doth make thee wondered at. "'Tis government that makes them seem divine, the want thereof makes thee abominable. "'Thou art as opposite to every good as the Antipodes are unto us, or as the south to the Septentrion. "'O Tyranus!

tiger's heart wrapped in a woman's hide how couldst thou drain the life-blood of the child to bid the father wipe his eyes withal and yet be seen to bear a woman's face women are soft mild pitiful and flexible thou stern obdurate flinty rough remorseless

Bidst thou me rage? Why now thou hast thy wish? Wouldst have me weep? Why now thou hast thy will? For raging wind blows up incessant showers, and when the rage allays, the rain begins.

These tears are my sweet Rutland's obsequies, and every drop cries vengeance for his death, against thee, fell Clifford, and thee, false Frenchwoman.

Beshrew me, but his passion moves me so that hardly can I check my eyes from tears. That face of his the hungry cannibals would not have touched, would not have stained with blood. But you are more inhuman, more inexorable, oh, ten times more than tigers of Hyrcania.

see ruthless queen a hapless father's tears this cloth thou dipst in blood of my sweet boy and i with tears do wash the blood away keep thou the napkin and go boast of this

and if thou tell'st the heavy story right upon my soul the hearers will shed tears yea even my foes will shed fast falling tears and say alas it was a piteous deed there

take the crown and with the crown my curse and in thy need such comfort come to thee as now i reap at thy too cruel hand hard-hearted clifford take me from the world my soul to heaven my blood upon your heads

Had he been slaughter-man to all my kin, I should not for my life but weep with him, To see how inly sorrow gripes his soul. What, weeping ripe, my lord Northumberland? Think but upon the wrong he did us all, And that will quickly dry thy melting tears. He is for my oath, he is for my father's death.

stabbing him and here's to right our gentle-hearted king stabbing him open thy gate of mercy gracious god my soul flies through these wounds to seek out thee dies off with his head and set it on york gates so york may overlook the town of york flourish

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A plain near Mortimer's Cross in Herefordshire. A march. Enter Edward, Richard, and their power. I wonder how our princely father scaped, or whether he be scaped away or no, from Clifford and Northumberland's pursuit. Had he been tain, we should have heard the news. Had he been slain, we should have heard the news. Or had he scaped, methinks we should have heard the happy tidings of his good escape. How fares my brother? Why is he so sad?

"'I cannot joy until I be resolved where our right valiant father is become. I saw him in the battle-range about, and watched him how he singled Clifford forth. Me thought he bore him in the thickest troop, as doth a lion in a herd of net, or as a bear encompassed round with dogs.'

who having pinched a few and made them cry the rest stand all aloof and bark at him so farred our father with his enemies so fled his enemies my warlike father methinks tis price enough to be his son see how the morning opes her golden gates and takes her farewell of the glorious sun

How well resembles it the prime of youth, Trimmed like a jonker prancing to his love. Dazzle mine eyes, or do I see three suns?

"'Tis wondrous strange, the like yet never heard of.'

I think it cites us, brother, to the field, that we, the sons of brave Plantagenet, each one already blazing by our meads, should notwithstanding join our lights together and overshine the earth as this the world, whate'er it bodes. Henceforward I will bear upon my target three fair-shining suns.

Nay, bear three daughters by your leave, I speak it. You love the breeder better than the male. Enter a messenger. But what art thou, whose heavy looks foretell Some dreadful story hanging on thy tongue? Ah, one that was a woeful looker-on, Whenas the noble duke of York was slain, Your princely father and my loving lord. O speak no more, for I have heard too much. Slain?

Say how he died, for I will hear it all. Environd he was, with many foes, and stood against them as the hope of Troy against the Greeks that would have entered Troy. But Hercules himself must yield to odds, and many strokes, though with a little axe, hew down and fell the hardest timbered oak.

by many hands your father was subdued but only slaughtered by the ireful arm of unrelenting clifford and the queen who crowned the gracious duke in high despite laughed in his face and when with grief he wept the ruthless queen gave him to dry his cheeks a napkin steeped in the harmless blood of sweet young rutland by rough clifford slain

and after many scorns many foul taunts they took his head and on the gates of york they set the same and there it doth remain the saddest spectacle that e'er i viewed sweet duke of york our prop to lean upon now thou art gone and we have no staff no stay o clifford boisterous clifford thou hast slain the flower of europe for his chivalry and treacherously hast thou vanquished him

for hand to hand he would have vanquished thee now my soul's palace is become a prison would she break from hence that this my body might in the ground be closed up in rest for never henceforth shall i joy again never oh never shall i see more joy i cannot weep for all my body's moisture scarce serves to quench my furnace burning heart

nor can my tongue unload my heart's great burthen for selfsame wind that i shall speak withal is kindling coals that fires all my breast and burns me up with flames that tears would quench to weep is to make less the depth of grief tears then for babes blows and revenge for me

richard i bear thy name i'll venge thy death or die renown'd by attempting it richard his name that valiant duke hath left with thee his dukedom and his chair with me is left richard nay if thou be that princely eagle spurr'd show thy descent by gazing gainst the sun for chair and dukedom throne and kingdom say either that is thine or else thou wert not his

enter warwick montague and their army warwick how now fair lords what fair what news abroad warwick great lord of warwick if we should recount our baleful news and at each word's deliverance stab poniards in our flesh till all were told the words would add more anguish than the wounds o valiant lord the duke of york is slain

O Warwick, Warwick, that Plantagenet which held thee dearly as his soul's redemption is by the stern Lord Clifford done to death. Ten days ago I drowned these news in tears, and now, to add more measure to your woes, I come to tell you things Sith then befallen. After the bloody fray at Wakefield Fort, where your brave father breathed his latest gasps,

Tidings, as swiftly as the posts could run, Were brought me of your loss and his depart. I then in London, keeper of the king, Mastered my soldiers, gathered flocks of friends, And very well appointed, as I thought, Marched towards St. Albans to intercept the queen, Bearing the king in my behalf along.

for by my scouts i was advertised that she was coming with a full intent to dash our late decree in parliament touching king henry's oath and your succession short tale to make we at st alban's met our battles joined and both sides fiercely fought

But whether it was the coldness of the king, who looked full gently on his warlike queen, that robbed my soldiers of their heated spleen, or whether it was report of her success, or more than common fear of Clifford's rigor, who thunders to his captives' blood and death, I cannot judge.

but to conclude with truth their weapons like to lightning came and went our soldiers like the night-hours lazy flight or like an idle thresher with a flail fell gently down as if they struck their friends i cheer them up with justice of our cause with promise of high pay and great rewards

but all in vain they had no heart to fight and we in them no hope to win the day so that we fled the king unto the queen lord george your brother norfolk and myself in haste post haste are come to join with you for in the marches here we heard you were making another head to fight again

Where is the Duke of Norfolk, gentle Warwick? And when came George from Burgundy to England? Some six miles off the Duke is with the soldiers, and for your brother he was lately sent from your kind heart, Duchess of Burgundy, with aid of soldiers to this needful war.

"'Twas odds, belike, when valiant Warwick fled. Oft have I heard his praise in pursuit, but never till now his scandal of retire.' "'Nor now my scandal, Richard, dost thou hear, for thou shalt know this strong right hand of mine can pluck the diadem from fate Henry's head, and wring the awful sceptre from his fist.

where he is famous and as bold in war as he is famed for mildness, peace and prayer.

"'I know it well, Lord Warwick. Blame me not. "'Tis love I bear thy glories makes me speak. "'But in this troublous time what's to be done? "'Shall we go throw away our coats of steel "'and wrap our bodies in black mourning gowns, "'numbering our Ave Marias with our beads? "'Or shall we on the helmets of our foes "'tell our devotion with revengeful arms?'

If for the last say aye, and to it, lords. Why, therefore what it came to seek you out, and therefore comes my brother Montague. Attend me, lords. The proud insulting queen with Clifford, and the haught Northumberland, and of their feather many more proud birds, have wrought the easy-melting king like wax.

is for consent to your succession his oath enrolled in the parliament and now to london all the crew are gone to frustrate both his oath and what beside may make against the house of lancaster their power i think is thirty thousand strong

Now, if the help of Norfolk and myself, with all the friends that thou, brave Earl of March, amongst the loving Welshmen canst procure, will but amount to five and twenty thousand, why, veer to London, will we march amain, and once again bestride our foaming steeds, and once again cry, Charge upon our foes, but never once again turn back and fly.

Now methinks I hear great Warwick speak, Never may he live to see a sunshine day, That cries retire if Warwick bid him stay. Lord Warwick, On thy shoulder will I lean, And when thou fail'st, as God forbid the hour, Must Edward fall, which peril heaven forefend. No longer Earl of March, but Duke of York,

The next degree is England's royal throne, for King of England shalt thou be proclaimed in every borough as we pass along. And he that throws not up his cap for joy shall for the fault make forfeit of his head. King Edward, valiant Richard, Montague, stay we no longer dreaming of renown, but sound the trumpets and about our tasks.

Then strike up the drums, God and St. George for us. Enter a messenger. Now, now, what news?

the duke of norfolk sends you word by me the queen is coming with a puissant host and craves your company for speedy counsel duke why then it sorts brave warriors lets away scene two before york

Flourish. Enter King Henry VI., Queen Margaret, Prince Edward, Clifford, and Northumberland, with drum and trumpet. Welcome, my lord, to this brave town of York. Yonder's the head of that arch-enemy that sought to be encompassed with your crown. Doth not the object cheer your heart, my lord? Ay, as the rocks cheer them that fear their wreck, To see this sight it irks my very soul.

withhold revenge dear god tis not my fault nor wittingly have i infringed my vow my gracious liege this is too much lenity and harmful pity must be laid aside to whom do lions cast their gentle looks not to the beast that would usurp their den whose hand is that that the forest bear doth lick not his that spoils her young before her face

who scapes the lurking serpent's mortal sting not he that sets his foot upon her back the smallest worm will turn being trodden on and doves will peck and safeguard their brood ambitious york doth level at thy crown thou smiling while he knits his angry brows he but a duke would have his son a king and raise his issue like a loving sire

"'Thou, being a king, blessed with a goodly son, "'didst yield consent to disinherit him, "'which argued thee a most unloving father.'

unreasonable creatures feed their young and though man's face be fearful to their eyes yet in protection of their tender ones who hath not seen them even with those wings which sometime they have used with fearful fright make war with him that climbed unto their nest offer their own lives in their young's defence for shame my liege make them your precedent

were it not pity that this goodly boy should lose his birthright by his father's fault and long hereafter say unto his child what my great-grandfather and his grandsire got my careless father fondly gave away

ah what a shame were this look on the boy and let his manly face which promiseth successful fortune steal thy melting heart to hold thine own and leave thine own with him full well hath clifford played the orator inferring arguments of mighty force but clifford tell me didst thou never hear that things ill got had ever bad success

and happy always was it for that son whose father for his hoarding went to hell i'll leave my son my virtuous deeds behind and would my father had left me no more for all the rest is held at such a rate as brings a thousandfold more care to keep than in possession and jot of pleasure

Ah, cousin York, would thy best friends did know How it doth grieve me that thy head is here. My lord, cheer up your spirits. Our foes are nigh, And this soft courage makes your followers faint. You promised knighthood to our forward son. Unsheathe your sword, and dub him presently.

Edward, kneel down. Edward Plantagenet, arise a knight, and learn this lesson. Draw thy sword in right. My gracious father, by your kingly leave I'll draw it as a parent to the crown, and in that quarrel use it to the death. Why, that is spoken like a toward prince. Enter a messenger.

royal commanders be in readiness for with a band of thirty thousand men comes warwick backing of the duke of york and in the towns as they do march along proclaims him king and many fly to him to reign your battle for they are at hand i would your highness would depart the field the queen hath best success when you are absent queen ay good my lord and leave us to our fortune

why that's my fortune too therefore i'll stay be it with resolution then to fight my royal father cheer these noble lords and hearten those that fight in your defence unsheathe your sword good father cry saint george march

Enter Edward, George, Richard, Warwick, Norfolk, Montagu, and soldiers. Now, perjured Henry, wilt thou kneel for grace, And set thy diadem upon my head, Or bide the mortal fortune of the field? Go rate thy minions, proud insulting boy! Becomes it thee to be thus bold in terms Before thy sovereign and thy lawful king? I am his king, and he should bow his knee.

i was adopted ere by his consent since when his oath is broke for as i hear you that are king though he do wear the crown have caused him by new act of parliament to blot out me and put his own son in and reason too who should succeed the father but the son lark are you there butcher oh i cannot speak

ay crookback here i stand to answer thee or any he the proudest of thy sort king twas you that killed young rutland was it not king ay and old york and yet not satisfied king for god's sake lords give signal to the fight king what sayest thou henry wilt thou yield the crown warwick now long-tongued warwick dare you speak

when you and i met at st alban's last your legs did better service than your hands then twas my turn to fly and now tis thine you said so much before and yet you fled twas not thy valour clifford drove me thence no nor your manhood that durst make you stay

Northumberland, I hold thee reverently. Break off the parley, for scarce I can refrain the execution of my big swan heart upon that clifford, that cruel child-killer. I slew thy father. Call'st thou him a child? Ay, like a dastard and a treacherous coward, as thou didst kill our tender brother Rutland. But ere sunset I'll make thee curse the deed.

Have done with words, my lords, and hear me speak. Defy them then, or else hold close thy lips.

i prithee give no limits to my tongue i am a king and privileged to speak henry my liege the wound that bred this meeting here cannot be cured by words therefore be still then executioner unsheathe thy sword by him that made us all i'm resolved that clifford's manhood lies upon his tongue henry say henry shall i have my right or no

a thousand men have broke their fast to-day that ne'er shall dine unless thou yield the crown if thou deny their blood upon thy head for york in justice puts his armour on if that be right which warwick says is right there is no wrong but every thing is right whoever got thee there thy mother stands for well i wot thou hast thy mother's tongue

but thou art neither like thy sire or dam but like a foul misshapen stigmatic mark'd by the destinies to be avoided as venom toads or lizards dreadful stings iron of naples hid with english guilt

whose father bears the title of a king as if a channel should be called the sea sham'st thou not knowing whence thou art extrolt to let thy tongue detect thy base-born heart a wisp of straw were worth a thousand crowns to make this shameless calut know herself helen of greece was fairer far than thou although thy husband may be menelaus and ne'er was agamemnon's brother wronged by that false woman as this king by thee

his father revelled in the heart of france and tamed the king and made the dauphin stoop and had he matched according to his state he might have kept that glory to this day but when he took a beggar to his bed and graced thy poor sire with his bridal day even then that sunshine brewed a shower for him that washed his father's fortune forth of france and heaped sedition on his crown at home for what hath broached this tumult but thy pride

HADST THOU BEEN MEEK, OUR TITLE STILL HAD SLEPT.

and we in pity of the gentle king had slipped our claim until another age. But when we saw our sunshine made thy spring, and that thy summer bred us no increase, we set the axe to thy usurping root. And though the edge hath something hit ourselves, yet know thou since we have begun to strike, we'll never leave till we have hewn thee down, or bathed thy growing with our heated bloods. And in this resolution I defy thee.

not willing any longer conference since thou deniest the gentle king to speak sound trumpets let our bloody colours wave and either victory or else agrave stay edward no wrangling woman will no longer stay these words will cost ten thousand lives this day scene three a field of battle between towton and saxon in yorkshire alarum excursions enter warwick

for spent with toil as runners with a race i lay me down a little while to breathe for strokes received and many blows repaid have robbed my strong nitsinews of their strength and spite of spite needs must i rest awhile enter edward running smile gentle heaven or strike ungentle death for this world frowns and edward's sun is clouded

now my lord what hap what hap of good enter george our hap is loss our hope but sad despair our ranks are broke and ruin follows us what counsel give you whither shall we fly bootless flight they follow us with wings and weak we are and cannot shun pursuit enter richard ah warwick why hast thou withdrawn thyself

thy brother's blood the thirsty earth has drunk broached with the steely point of clifford's lance and in the very pangs of death he cried like to a dismal clangor heard from far warwick revenge brother revenge my death so underneath the belly of their steeds that stained their fetlocks in his smoking blood the noble gentleman gave up the ghost

then let the earth be drunken with our blood i'll kill my horse because i will not fly why stand we like soft-hearted women here wailing our losses whilst the foe doth rage and look upon as if the tragedy were played in jest by counterfeiting actors

here on my knee i vow to god above i'll never pause again never stand still till either death hath closed these eyes of mine or fortune given me measure of revenge o warwick i do bend my knee with thine and in this vow do chain my soul to thine and ere my knee rise from the earth's cold face i throw my hands mine eyes my heart to thee

Thou setter up and plucker down of kings beseeching thee, If with thy will it stands that to my foes this body must be prey, Yet that thy brazen gates of heaven may ope, And give sweet passage to my sinful soul. Now, lords, take leave until we meet again, Where'er it be, in heaven or in earth.

brother give me thy hand and gentle warwick let me embrace thee in my weary arms i that did never weep now melt with woe that winter should cut off our springtime soul away away once more sweet lords farewell yet let us all together to our troops and give them leave to fly that will not stay and call them pillars that will stand to us

and if we thrive promise them such rewards as victors wear at the olympian games this may plant courage in their quailing breasts for yet is hope of life and victory for slow no longer make we hence amain scene four another part of the field excursions

Enter Richard and Clifford. Now, Clifford, I have singled thee alone. Suppose this arm is for the Duke of York, and this for Rutland, both bound to revenge, wert thou environed with a brazen wall. Now, Richard, I am with thee here alone. This is the hand that stabbed thy father York, and this is the hand that slew thy brother Rutland, and here's the heart that triumphs in their death.

and cheers these hands that slew thy sire and brother to execute the like upon thyself and so have at thee they fight warwick comes clifford flies nay warwick single out some other chase for i myself will hunt this wolf to death scene five another part of the field

Alorum, enter King Henry VI alone. This battle fares like to the morning's war, When dying clouds contend with growing light. What time the shepherd, blowing of his nails, Can neither call it perfect day nor night, Now sways it this way like a mighty sea, Forced by the tide to combat with the wind, Now sways it that way like the selfsame sea, Forced to retire by fury of the wind.

sometime the flood prevails and then the wind now one the better then another best both tugging to be victors breast to breast yet neither conqueror nor conquered so is the equal of this fell war here on this mole-hill will i sit me down to whom god will there be the victory for margaret my queen and clifford too have chid me from the battle swearing both they prosper best of all when i am thence

would i were dead if god's good-will were so for what is in this world but grief and woe o god methinks it were a happy life to be no better than a homely swain

to sit upon a hill as i do now to carve out dials quaintly point by point thereby to see the minutes how they run how many make the hour full complete how many hours bring about the day how many days will finish up the year how many years a mortal man may live when this is known then to divide the times

so many hours must i tend my flock so many hours must i take my rest so many hours must i contemplate so many hours must i sport myself so many days my ewes have been with young so many weeks ere the poor fools will e'en

so many years ere i shall shear the fleece so minutes hours days months and years passed over to the end they were created would bring white hairs unto a quiet grave ah what a life were this how sweet how lovely gives not the hawthorn bush a sweeter shade to shepherds looking on their silly sheep than doth a rich embroidered canopy to kings that fear their subjects treachery

"'Oh yes, it doth. "'A thousandfold it doth.'

"'And, to conclude, the shepherd's homely curds, "'his cold thin drink out of his leather bottle, "'his wonted sleep under a fresh tree's shade, "'all which secure and sweetly he enjoys "'is far beyond a prince's delicates, "'his viands sparkling in a golden cup, "'his body couched in a curious bed, "'when care, mistrust, and treason waits on him.'

Enter a son that has killed his father, dragging in the dead body. It'll blows the wind that profits nobody. This man whom hand to hand I slew and fight may be possessed with some store of crowns, and I that haply take them from him now may yet ere night yield both my life and them to some man else, as this dead man doth me. Who's this? O God, it's my father's face, whom in this conflict I unwares have killed.

o heavy times begetting such events from london by the king was i pressed forth my father being the earl of warwick's man came on the part of york pressed by his master and i who at his hands received my life him half by my hands of life bereaved him pardon me god i knew not what i did and pardon father for i knew not thee my tears shall wipe away these bloody marks

and no more words till they have flowed their fill oh piteous spectacle oh bloody times whilst lions war and battle for their dens poor harmless lambs abide their enmity weep wretched man i'll aid thee tear for tear and let our hearts and eyes like civil war be blind with tears and break o'ercharged with grief enter a father that has killed his son bringing in the body

thou that so stoutly hast resisted me give me thy gold if thou hast any gold for i have bought it with an hundred blows but let me see is this our foeman's face ah no no no it is mine only son

boy if any life be left in thee throw up thine eye see see what showers arise blown with the windy tempest of my heart upon thy words that kill mine eye and heart oh pity god this miserable age

what stratagems how fell how butcherly erroneous mutinous and unnatural this deadly quarrel daily doth beget oh boy thy father gave thee life too soon and hath bereft thee of thy life too late woe above woe grief more than common grief

O, that my death would stay these ruthful deeds! O, pity! pity, gentle heaven, pity! The red rose and the white are on his face, The fatal colours of our striving houses, The one his purple blood right well resembles, The other his pale cheeks methinks presenteth. Whither one rose, and let the other flourish, If you contend, a thousand lives must wither.

how will my mother for a father's death take on with me and ne'er be satisfied how will my wife for slaughter of my son shed seeds of tears and ne'er be satisfied how will the country for these woeful chances misthink the king and not be satisfied was ever son so rude a father's death was ever father so bemoan'd his son

was ever king so grieved for subjects woe much is your sorrow mine ten times so much i'll bear thee hence where i may weep my fill exit with the body these arms of mine shall be thy winding-sheet my heart sweet boy shall be thy sepulchre for from mine heart thine image ne'er shall go my sighing breast shall be thy funeral bell

and so obsequious will thy father even for the loss of thee having no more as priam was for all his valiant sons i'll bear thee hence and let them fight that will for i have murdered where i should not kill exit with the body sad-hearted men much overgone with care here sits a king more woeful than you are

alorum's excursions enter queen margaret prince edward and exeter exeter fly father fly for all your friends are fled and warwick rages like a shafed bull away for death doth hold us in pursuit warwick mount you my lord towards berwick post

edward and richard like a brace of greyhounds having the fearful flying hair in sight with fiery eyes sparkling for very wrath and bloody steel grasp'd in their ireful hands are at our backs and therefore hence amain

Away, for vengeance comes along with them. Nay, stay not to expostulate; make speed, or else come after. I'll away before. Nay, take me with thee, good sweet Exeter. Not that I fear to stay, but love to go whither the queen intends. Forward, away. SCENE VI. ANOTHER PART OF THE FIELD. Allowed, Elorum. Enter Clifford wounded.

here burns my candle out ay here it dies which whilst it lasted gave king henry light o lancaster i fear thy overthrow more than my body's parting with my soul my love and fear glued many friends to thee and now i fall thy tough commixture melts

impairing henry strengthening misproud york the common people swarm like summer flies and wither fly the gnats but to the sun and who shines now but henry's enemies o phoebus hadst thou never given consent that phaethon should check thy fiery steeds thy burning car never had scorched the earth and henry

hadst thou swayed as kings should do or as thy father and his father did giving no ground unto the house of york they never then had sprung like summer flies i in ten thousand in this lookless realm had left no mourning widows for our death and thou this day hadst kept thy chair in peace for what doth cherish weeds but gentle air

and what makes robbers bold but too much lenity bootless are plaints and cureless are my wounds no way to fly nor strength to hold out flight the foe is merciless and will not pity for at their hands i have deserved no pity the air hath got into my deadly wounds and much effuser blood doth make me faint

come york and richard warwick and the rest i stabbed your father's bosoms split my breast he faints alarum and retreat enter edward george richard montague warwick and soldiers now breathe we lords good fortune bids us pause and smooth the frowns of war with peaceful looks

some troops pursue the bloody-minded queen that led calm henry though he were a king as doth a sail filled with a fretting gust command an argosy to stem the waves but think you lords that clifford fled with them no tis impossible he should escape for though before his face i speak the words your brother richard marked him for the grave and wheresoe'er he is he's surely dead

grones and dies a deadly groan like life and death's departing see who it is and now the battle's ended if it friend or foe let him be gently used

"'Revoke that doom of mercy, for it is Clifford, who not contented that he lopped the branch, in ewing Rutland when his leaves put forth, but set his murdering knife unto the root, from whence that tender spray did sweetly spring. I mean our princely father, Duke of York.' "'From off the gates of York fetch down the head, your father's head, which Clifford placed there.'

Instead whereof let this supply the room, Measure for measure must be answered.

bring forth that fatal screech owl to our house that nothing sung but death to us and ours now death shall stop his dismal threatening sound and his ill-boding tongue no more shall speak i think his understanding is bereft speak clifford dost thou know who speaks to thee dark cloudy death o'ershades his beams of life and he nor sees nor hears us what we say

Oh, would he did, and so perhaps he doth, tis but his policy to counterfeit, because he would avoid such bitter taunts, which in the time of death he gave our father. If so thou think'st, vex him with eager words. Clifford, ask mercy, and obtain no grace. Clifford, repent in bootless penitence. Clifford, devise excuses for thy faults.

while we devise fell tortures for thy faults cliford thou didst love york and i am son to york duke thou pitiedst rudland i will pity thee cliford where's captain margaret to fence you now they mock thee clifford swear as thou wast wont clifford what not an oath nay then the world goes hard when clifford cannot spare his friends an oath

I know by that he's dead, and by my soul, if this right hand would buy two hours' life, that I in all despite might rail at him. This hand should chop it off, and with the issuing blood stifle the villain, whose unstanched thirst York and young Rutland could not satisfy. Aye, but he's dead. Off with the traitor's head, and rear it in the place your father's stands.

And now to London with triumphant march, There to be crowned England's royal king. From whence shall Warwick cut the sea to France, And ask the lady Bona for thy queen? So shalt thou sinew both these lands together, And having France thy friend, Thou shalt not dread the scattered foe That hopes to rise again.

for though they cannot greatly sting to hurt yet look to have them buzz to offend thine ears first will i see the coronation and then to brittany or cross the sea to effect this marriage so it please my lord even as thou wilt sweet warwick let it be warwick for in thy shoulder do i build my seat and never will i undertake the thing wherein thy counsel and consent is wanting richard i will create thee duke of gloucester and george of clarence

warwick as ourself shall do and undo as him pleaseth best let me be duke of clarence george of gloucester for gloucester's dukedom is too ominous that's a foolish observation richard be duke of gloucester now to london to see these honours in possession

End of Act 2.

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Act III, Scene I. A forest in the north of England. Enter two keepers with crossbows in their hands. Under this thick-grown break we'll shroud ourselves, for through the lawn the deer will come, and in this covert will we make our stand, culling the principle of all the deer. I'll stay above the hill, so both may shoot.

that cannot be the noise of thy crossbow will scare the herd and so my shoot is lost here stand we both and aim we at the best and for the time shall not seem tedious i'll tell thee what befell me on a day in this self place where now we mean to stand here comes a man let's stay till he be past enter king henry the sixth disguised with a prayer-book

From Scotland am I stolen, even of pure love, To greet mine own land with my wishful sight. No, Harry, Harry, 'tis no land of thine; Thy place is filled, thy sceptre wrung from thee, Thy balm washed off wherewith thou wast anointed. No bending knee will call thee Caesar now, No humble suitors press to speak for right, No, not a man comes for redress of thee.

for how can i help them and not myself he is a deer whose skin's a keeper's fee this is the quondam king let's seize upon him let me embrace thee sour adversity for wise men say it is the wisest course why linger we let us lay hands upon him forbear awhile we'll hear a little more

my queen and son are gone to france for aid and as i hear the great commanding warwick is thither gone to crave the french king's sister to wife for edward if this news be true poor queen and son your labour is but lost for warwick is a subtle orator and lewis a prince soon won with moving words

by this account then margaret may win him for she's a woman to be pitied much her sighs will make a battery in his breast her tears will pierce into a marble heart the tiger will be mild while she doth mourn and nero will be tainted with remorse to hear and see her plaints her brinish tears

ay but she's come to beg warwick to give she on his left side craving aid for henry he on his right asking a wife for edward she weeps and says her henry is deposed he smiles and says his edward is installed

that she poor wretch for grief can speak no more whiles warwick tells his title smooths the wrong inferreth arguments of mighty strength and in conclusion wins the king from her with promise of his sister and what else to strengthen and support king edward's place o margaret thus twill be and thou poor soul art then forsaken as thou went'st forlorn

say what art thou that talkest of kings and queens queen more than i seem and less than i was born to a man at least for less i should not be and men may talk of kings and why not i king aye but thou talkest as if thou wert a king

why so i am in mind and that's enough but if thou be a king where is thy crown my crown is in my heart not on my head not deck'd with diamonds and indian stones nor to be seen my crown is call'd content a crown it is that seldom kings enjoy

well if you be a king crowned with content you'll crown content and you must be contented to go along with us for as we think you are the king king edward hath deposed and we his subjects sworn in all allegiance will apprehend you as his enemy but did you never swear and break an oath no never such an oath nor will not now where did you dwell when i was king of england

here in this country where we now remain i was anointed king at nine months old my father and my grandfather were kings and you were sworn true subjects unto me and tell me then have you not broke your oaths no for we were subjects but while you were king

"'Why am I dead? Do I not breathe a man? "'Ah, simple men, you know not what you swear. "'Look, as I blow this feather from my face, "'and as the air blows it to me again, "'obeying with my wind when I do blow, "'and yielding to another when it blows, "'commanded always by the greater gust, "'such is the likeness of you common men. "'But do not break your oaths, "'for of that sin my mild entreaty shall not make you guilty.'

Go where you will. The king shall be commanded, and be you kings, command, and I'll obey. We are true subjects to the king, King Edward. So would you be again to Henry if he were seated as King Edward is? We charge you, in God's name, and the king's, to go with us unto the offices. In God's name, lead. Your king's name be obeyed.

and what god will that let your king perform and what he will i humbly yield unto scene two london the palace enter king head with the fourth gloucester clarence and lady grey brother of gloucester at st albans field this lady's husband sir richard grey was slain

his lands then seized on by the conqueror her suit is now to repossess those lands which we in justice cannot well deny because in quarrel of the house of york the worthy gentleman did lose his life your highness shall do well to grant her suit it were dishonoured to deny it her it were no less but yet i'll make a pause

aside to clarence yeah is it so i see the lady hath a thing to grant before the king will grant her humble suit aside to gloster he knows the game how true he keeps the wind aside to clarence silence widow we will consider of your suit and come some other time to know our mind

bright gracious lord i cannot brook delay may it please your highness to resolve me now and what your pleasure is shall satisfy me aside to clarence ay widow then i'll warrant you all your lands and if what pleases him shall pleasure you fight closer or good faith you'll catch a blow

aside to gloucester i fear her not unless she chance to fall aside to clarence god forbid that for he'll take vantages how many children hast thou widow tell me aside to gloucester i think he means to beg a child of her

aside to clarence nay whip me then he'll rather give her two three my most gracious lord aside to clarence you shall have four if you'll be ruled by him to a pity they should lose their father's lands be pitiful dread lord and grant it then

Lord's, give us leave. I'll try this widow's wit. ASIDE TO CLARENCE. I could leave have you, for you will have leave, Till youth take leave, and leave you to the crutch. Gloucester and Clarence retire. Now tell me, madam, do you love your children? I, full as dearly as I love myself. And would you not do much to do them good? To do them good I would sustain some harm.

Then get your husband's lands, to do them good. LADY MACBETH: Therefore I came unto your majesty. I'll tell you how these lands are to be got. LADY MACBETH: So shall you bind me to your highness' service. What service wilt thou do me, if I give them? LADY MACBETH: What you command that rests in me to do. But you will take exceptions to my boon. LADY MACBETH: No, gracious lord, except I cannot do it. Ay, but thou canst do what I mean to ask.

why then i will do what your grace commands as to clarence he plies her hard and much rain wears the marble as to gloster as red as fire ne'er then her wax must melt why stops my lord shall i not hear my task an easy task tis but to love a king that soon perform'd because i am a subject

Why, then, thy husband's lands I freely give thee. CLAIR I take my leave with many thousand thanks. LORETTA. Aside to Clarence. CLARENCE. The match is made; she seals it with a curtseying. LORETTA. But stay thee; 'tis the fruits of love I mean. CLAIR. The fruits of love I mean, my loving liege. LORETTA. But I fear me in another sense. What love think'st thou I sue so much to get? CLAIR. My love till death, my humble thanks, my prayers.

That love which virtue begs and virtue grants. No, by my troth I did not mean such love. Why, then, you mean not as I thought you did. But now you partly may perceive my mind. My mind will never grant what I perceive your highness aims at if I aim aright. To tell thee plain, I aim to lie with thee. To tell you plain, I had rather lie in prison. Why, then thou shalt not have thy husband's lands.

Why, then, mine honesty shall be my dower, For by that loss I will not purchase them. Therin thou wrong'st thy children mightily. Herein, your Highness, wrong'st both them and me. Mighty lord, this merry inclination Accords not with the sadness of my suit. Please you, dismiss me, either with aye or no. Aye, if thou wilt say aye to my request; No, if thou dost say no to my demand.

then no my lord my suit is at an end aside to clarence though we don't likes him not she needs her brows aside to gloucester he is the bluntest wooer in christendom aside her looks do argue her replete with modesty her words do show her wit incomparable all her perfections challenge sovereignty one way or other she is for a king

And she shall be my love, or else my queen, Say that King Edward take thee for his queen. Tis better said than done, my gracious lord. I am a subject fit to jest withal, But far unfit to be a sovereign. Sweet widow, by my state I swear to thee, I speak no more than what my soul intends, And that is to enjoy thee for my love. And that is more than I will yield unto.

i know i am too mean to be your queen and yet too good to be your concubine duke you cavil widow i did mean my queen lady twill grieve your grace my sons should call you father duke no more than when my daughters call thee mother thou art a widow and thou hast some children and by god's mother i being but a bachelor have other some why tis a happy thing to be the father unto many sons answer no more for thou shalt be my queen

aside to clarence the ghostly father now hath done his shrift aside to gloster when he was made a shriver twas for shift brothers you muse what chat we two have had the widow likes it not for she looks very sad you'll think it strange if i should marry her to whom my lord why clarence to myself

that would be ten days wonder at the least henry that's a day longer than a wonder lasts henry by so much is the wonder in extremes henry well jest on brothers i can tell you both her suit is granted for her husband's lands enter nobleman my gracious lord henry your foe is taken and brought your prisoner to your palace gate

see that he be conveyed unto the tower and we go brothers to the man that took him to question of his apprehension widow go you along lords use her honourably exeunt all but gloucester

ay edward will use women honourably would he were wasted marrow bones and all that from his loins no hopeful branch may spring to cross me from the golden time i look for and yet between my soul's desire and me the lustful edward's title buried is clarence henry and his son young edward

and all the unlooked-for issue of their bodies to take their rooms ere i can place myself a cold premeditation for my purpose why then i do but dream on sovereignty like one that stands upon a promontory and spies afar off shore where he would tread

wishing his foot were equal with his eye and chides the sea that sunders him from thence saying he laid it dry to have his way so do i wish the crown being so far off and so i chide the means that keeps me from it and so i say i'll cut the causes off flattering me with impossibilities

my eyes too quick my heart o'erweans too much unless my hand and strength could equal them well say there is no kingdom then for richard what other pleasure can the world afford i'll make my heaven in a lady's lap and deck my body in gay ornaments and which sweet ladies with my words and looks

O miserable thought, and more unlikely than to accomplish twenty golden crowns! Why, love forswore me in my mother's womb, and for I should not deal in her soft laws, she did corrupt frail nature with some bribe, to

to shrink mine arm up like a withered shrub to make an envious mountain on my back where sits deformity to mock my body to shape my legs of an unequal size to disproportion me in every part like to a chaos or an unlit bear whelp that carries no impression like the dam and am i then a man to be beloved

o monstrous fault to harbour such a thought then since this earth affords no joy to me but to command to check to overbear such as are of better person than myself

i'll make my heaven to dream upon the crown and whiles i live to account this world but hell until my misshap'd trunk that bears this head be round impaled with a glorious crown and yet i know not how to get the crown

for many lives stand between me and home, and I, like one lost in a thorny wood that rents the thorns and is rent with the thorns, seeking away and straying from the way, not knowing how to find the open air, but toiling desperately to find it out, torment myself to catch the English crown, and from that torment I will free myself,

Or hew my way out with a bloody axe. Why, I can smile and murder whilst I smile, And cry content to that which grieves my heart, And wet my cheeks with artificial tears, And frame my face to all occasions. I'll drown more sailors than the mermaid shall.

i'll slay more gazers than the basilisk i'll play the orator as well as nestor deceive more slyly than ulysses could and like a sinon take another troy i can add colors to the chameleon change shapes with protiffs for advantages and set the murderous machiavel to school

can i do this and cannot get a crown tut wear it farther off i'll pluck it down scene three france king louis the eleventh's palace flourish enter king louis the eleventh his sister bona his admiral called bourbon prince edward queen margaret and oxford king louis the eleventh sits and riseth up again

fair queen of england worthy margaret sit down with us it ill befits thy state and birth that thou shouldst stand while louis doth sit margaret no mighty king of france now margaret must strike her sail and learn a while to serve where kings command

I was, I must confess, great Albion's queen in former golden days, but now mischance hath trod my title down, and with dishonour laid me on the ground, where I must take like seat unto my fortune, and to my humble seat conform myself. Why, say, fair queen, whence springs this deep despair?

from such a cause as fills mine eyes with tears and stops my tongue while heart is drowned in cares. Whate'er it be, be thou still like thyself, and sit thee by our side. Seats her by him. Yield not thy neck to fortune's yoke, but let thy dauntless mind still ride in triumph over all mischance. Be plain, Queen Margaret, and tell thy grief.

it shall be eased if france can yield relief those gracious words revive my drooping thoughts and give my tongue-tied sorrows leave to speak

now therefore be it known to noble lewis that henry sole possessor of my love is of a king become a banished man and forced to live in scotland a forlorn while proud ambitious edward duke of york usurps the regal title and the seat of england's true anointed lawful king

This is the cause that I, poor Margaret, with this my son, Prince Edward, Henry's heir, am come to crave thy just and lawful aid, and if thou fail us all our hope is done. Scotland hath will to help, but cannot help. Our people and our peers are both misled, our treasures seized, our soldiers put to flight, and as thou seest ourselves in heavy plight.

Renowned queen, with patience calm the storm, while we bethink a means to break it off. The more we stay, the stronger grows our foe. The more I stay, the more I'll succour thee. Oh, but impatience waiteth on true sorrow, and see where comes the breeder of my sorrow.

Enter Warwick. What's he approacheth boldly to our presence? Our earl of Warwick, Edward's greatest friend. Welcome, brave Warwick. What brings thee to Fran? He descends, she ariseth. Ay, now begins a second storm to rise, For this is he that moves both wind and tide.

ROMWITHY EDWARD, KING OF ALBEON, MY LORD AND SOVEREIGN, AND THOU VOWED FRIEND, I come, in kindness and unfeigned love, first to do greetings to thy royal person, and then to crave a league of amity, and lastly to confirm that amity with a nuptial knot, if thou vouchsafe to grant that virtuous lady Bona, thy fair sister, to England's king-in-law for marry.

aside. HENDRY. O, if that go forward, Hendry's hope is done. TRIBONA. And, gracious madam, in our king's behalf, I am commanded, with your leave and favour, humbly to kiss your hand, and with my tongue to tell the passion of my sovereign's heart, where fame, late entering at his heedful ears, hath placed thy beauty's image and thy virtues.

King Louis, and Lady Bona, hear me speak before you answer Warwick. His demand springs not from Edward's well-meant honest love, but from deceit bred by necessity. For how can tyrants safely govern home unless abroad they purchase great alliance? To prove him tyrant this reason may suffice that Henry liveth still. But were he dead, yet here Prince Edward stands, King Henry's son.

Look therefore, Lewis, that by this league and marriage thou draw not on thy danger and dishonour. For though usurpers sway the rule a while, yet heavens are just, and time suppresseth wrongs. Injurious Margaret! And why not, queen? Because thy father Henry did usurp, and thou no more art prince than she is queen.

then warwick disannulled great john of gaunt which did subdue the greatest part of spain and after john of gaunt henry the fourth whose wisdom was a mirror to the wisest and after that wise prince henry v who by his prowess conquered all france from these our henry linely descends oxford how haps it in the smoothest course

you told not how henry the sixth had lost all that which henry v had gotten methinks these peers of france should smile at that but for the rest you tell a pedigree of threescore and two years a silly time to make prescription for a kingdom's worth why worry canst thou speak against thy liege whom thou obeyedst thirty and six years and not betray thy treason with a blush

can oxford that ever did fence the right now buck the falsehood with the pedigree for shame leave henry and call edward king call him my king by whose injurious doom my elder brother the lord aubrey ware was done to death and more than so my father even in the downfall of his mellowed years when nature brought him to the door of death

No, Warwick, no, once life upholds this arm, this arm upholds the house of Lancaster. King's father. And I the house of York. Queen Margaret, Prince Edward, and Oxford vouchsafe at our request to stand aside while I use further conference with Warwick. They stand aloof. Queen's mother. Heavens grant that Warwick's words bewitch him not.

Now, Warwick, tell me, even upon thy conscience is Edward your true king? For I will loathe to link with him that were not lawful chosen. Thereon I pawn my credit and mine honour. But is he gracious in the people's eye? The more that Henry was unfortunate.

Then further, all dissembling, set aside, tell me for truth the measure of his love unto our sister Bona.

Such it seems as may beseem a monarch like himself. Myself have often heard him say and swear that this, his love, was an eternal plant, whereof the root was fixed in virtue's ground, the leaves and fruit maintained with beauty's sun, exempt from envy but not from disdain, unless the lady boner quit his pain. Now, sister, let us hear your firm resolve.

Your grant or your denial shall be mine. To Warwick. Yet I confess that often ere this day, when I have heard your king's desert recounted, mine ear hath tempted judgment to desire. Then, Warwick, thus our sister shall be Edward's, and now forthwith shall articles be drawn touching the jointure that your king must make, which with her dowry shall be counterpoised.

Draw near, Queen Margaret, and be a witness that Bona shall be wife to the English king. To Edward, but not to the English king. Deceitful Warwick! It was thy device by this alliance to make void my suit. Before thy coming, Lewis was Henry's friend. And still is friend to him and Margaret. But if your title to the crown be weak—

as may appear by edward's good success then tis but reason that i be released from giving aid which late i promised yet shall you have all kindness at my hand that your estate requires and mine can yield

henry now lives in scotland at his ease where having nothing nothing can he lose and as for you yourself our quondam queen you have a father able to maintain you and better twere you troubled him than france peace impudent and shameless warwick peace proud set her up and pull her down of kings

I will not hence, till with my talk and tears, both full of truth, I make King Louis behold thy sly conveyance and thy lord's false love. For both of you are birds of selfsame feather. Post blows a horn within. Warwick, this is some post to us or thee. Enter a post. My lord, ambassador, these letters are for you, sent from your brother Marcus Montague. To King Louis XIth.

These from our king unto your majesty. To Queen Margaret. And, madam, these for you, from whom I know not. They all read their letters. I like it well that our fair queen and mistress smiles at her news while Warwick frowns at his. Nay, mark how Lewis stamps as he were nettled. I hope all's for the best. Warwick, what are thy news? And yours, fair queen?

Mine, such as fill my heart with unhoped joys. Mine, full of sorrow and heart's discontent. What, has your king married the lady grey? And now to soothe your forgery and his, Sends me a paper to persuade me patience. Is this the alliance that he seeks with France? Dare he presume to scorn us in this manner?

I told your majesty as much before. This proveth Edward's love and Warwick's honesty. King Lewis, I hear protest inside of heaven, and by the hope I have of heavenly bliss, that I am clear from this misdeed of Edward's. No more my king, for he dishonours me, but most himself if he could see his shame. Did I forget that by the house of York my father came untimely to his death?

Did I let pass the abuse done to my niece? Did I impale him with the regal crown? Did I put Henry from his native right? And am I guerdoned at the last with shame? Shame on himself, for my desert is honour, and to repair my honour lost for him, I here renounce him and return to Henry. My noble queen, let former grudges pass, and henceforth I am thy true servitor.

i will revenge his wrong to lady bona and replant henry in his former state laura warwick these words have turned my hate to love and i forgive and quite forget old faults and joy that thou becometh king henry's friend

so much his friend ay his unfeigned friend that if king lewis vouchsafe to furnish us with some few bands of chosen soldiers i'll undertake to land them on our coast and force the tyrant from his seat by war

tis not his new-made bride shall succour him and as for clarence as my letters tell me he is very likely now to fall from him for matching more for wanton lust than honour or than for strength and safety of our country dear brother how shall bona be revenged but by thy help to this distressed queen renown'd prince how shall poor henry live unless thou rescue him from foul despair

my quarrel and this english queen's are one and mine fair lady bona joins with your and mine with hers and thine and margaret's therefore at last i firmly am resolved you shall have aid margaret let me give humble thanks for all at once

Then England's messenger, return in post, And tell false Edward thy supposed king, That Louis of France is sending over maskers To revel it with him and his new bride. Thou seest what's past: go fear thy king withal.

tell him in hope he'll prove a widower shortly i'll wear the willow garland for his sake tell him my mourning weeds are laid aside and i am ready to put armour on tell him from me that he hath done me wrong and therefore i'll uncrown him ere't be long there's thy reward begone exit post

But, Warwick, thou and Oxford with five thousand men shall cross the seas, and bid false Edward battle; and as occasion serves, this noble queen and prince shall follow with a fresh supply. Yet ere thou go, but answer me one doubt: what pledge have we of thy firm loyalty?

This shall assure my constant loyalty, that if our queen and this young prince agree, I'll join mine eldest daughter and my joy to him forthwith in holy wedlock band.

Yes, I agree, and thank you for your motion. Son Edward, she is fair and virtuous. Therefore delay not, give thy hand to Warwick, and with thy hand thy faith irrevocable that only Warwick's daughter shall be thine. Yes, I accept her, for she well deserves it, and here, to pledge my vow, I give my hand. He gives his hand to Warwick.

why stay we now these soldiers shall be leviad and thou lord bourbon our high admiral shalt waft them over with our royal fleet i long till edward fall by war's mischance for mocking marriage with the dame of france i came from england as ambassador but i return his sworn and mortal foe

"'Matter of marriage was the charge he gave me, "'but dreadful war shall answer his demand. "'I did none else to make a stale but me. "'Then none but I shall turn his jest to sorrow. "'I was the chief that raised him to the crown, "'and I'll be chief to bring him down again. "'Not that I pity Henry's misery, "'but seek revenge on Edward's mockery.'" Exit. End of Act 3.

ACT IV SCENE I LONDON, THE PALACE Enter Gloucester, Clarence, Somerset, and Montague.

Now tell me, brother Clarence, what think you of this new marriage with the Lady Grey? Hath not our brother made a worthy choice? ALAS! you know 'tis far from hence to France. How could he stay till Warwick made return? My lords, forbear this talk, here comes the King. And his well-chosen bride. I mind to tell him plainly what I think. Flourish, enter King Edward IV, attended

Queen Elizabeth, Pembroke, Stafford, Hastings, and others. Now, brother of Clarence, how like you are choice that you stand pensive, as half malcontent. As well as Louis of France or the Earl of Warwick, which are so weak of courage and in judgment that they'll take no offence at our abuse. Suppose they take offence without a cause. They are but Louis and Warwick. I am Edward, your king and Warwick's, and must have my will.

and shall have your will because our king yet hasty marriage seldom proveth well yea brother richard are you offended too not i no god forbid that i should wish them severed whom god hath joined together i and were pity to sunder them that yoke so well together setting your scorns and your mislike aside

tell me some reason why the lady grey should not become my wife and england's queen and you too somerset and montague speak freely what you think king then this is mine opinion that king lewis becomes your enemy for mocking him about the marriage of the lady and warwick doing what you gave in charge is now dishonoured by this new marriage borkman what if both lewis and warwick be appeased by such invention as i can devise

yet to have joined with france in such alliance would more have strengthened this our commonwealth gainst foreign storms than any home-bred marriage why knows not montague that of itself england is safe if true within itself but the safer when tis backed with france tis better using france than trusting france

let us be back'd with god and with the seas which he hath given for fence impregnable and with their helps only defend ourselves in them and in ourselves our safety lies for this one speech lord hastings well deserves to have the air of the lord hungerford ay what of that it was my will and grant and for this once my will shall stand for law

and yet methinks your grace hath not done well to give the heir and daughter of lord scales unto the brother of your loving bride she better would have fitted me or clarence but in your bride you bury brotherhood or else you would not have bestowed the heir of the lord bonneville on your new wife's son and leave your brothers to go speed elsewhere

Alas, poor Clarence, is it for a wife that thou art malcontent? I will provide thee. In choosing for yourself you showed your judgment, which being shallow, you give me leave to play the broker in mine own behalf, and to that end I shortly mind to leave you. Leave me or tarry, Edward will be king, and not be tied unto his brother's will.

My lords, before it pleased his majesty To raise my state to title of a queen, Do me but right, and you must all confess That I was not ignoble of descent, And meaner than myself have had like fortune; But as this title honours me in mine, So your dislike, to whom I would be pleasing, Doth cloud my joys with danger and with sorrow.

my love forbear to fawn upon their frowns what danger or what sorrow can befall thee so long as edward is thy constant friend and their true sovereign whom they must obey nay whom they shall obey and love thee too unless they seek for hatred at my hands which if they do yet will i keep thee safe and they shall feel the vengeance of my wrath

I hear, yet say not much, but think the more. Enter post. Now, messenger, what letters, or what news from France? I have unleashed no letters and few words, But such as I, without especial pardon, dare not relate. Go to, we pardon thee. Therefore, in brief, tell me their words as near as thou canst guess them. What answer makes King Louis unto our letters?

At my departure these were his very words: "Go tell Fawcett, with thy supposed king, That Louis of France is sending over masquers To revel it with him and his new bride." "Is Louis so brave? Be like he thinks me Henry! But what said Lady Bona to my marriage?" These were her words, uttered with mad disdain: "Tell him in hope he'll prove a widower shortly, Or wear the widow garland for his sake." I blame not her; she could say little less.

she had the wrong but what said henry's queen for i have heard that she was there in place tell him quote as she my morning weeds are done and i am ready to put my armour on belike she minds to play the amazon but what said warwick to these injuries he more incessant against your majesty than all the rest discharge me with these words tell him from me that he had done me wrong and therefore all on crown him e'er belong

dost the traitor breathe out so proud words will i will our me being thus forewarned they shall have wars and pay for their presumption but say is warwick friends with margaret ay gracious sovereign they are so linked in friendship that young prince edward marries warwick's daughter be like the elder clarence will have the younger

now brother king farewell and sit you fast for i will hence to warwick's other daughter that though i want a kingdom yet in marriage i may not prove inferior to yourself you that love me and warwick follow me exit clarence and somerset follows aside not i my thoughts aim at the further matter i stay not for the love of edward but the crown clarence and somerset both gone to warwick

yet am I armed against the worst can happen, and haste is needful in this desperate case. Pembroke and Stafford, you, in our behalf, go levy men, and make prepare for war. They are all ready, or quickly will be landed. Myself, in person, will straight follow you. Exeunt Pembroke and Stafford. But ere I go hasting in Montague, resolve my doubt. You, Twain, of all the rest, are near to Warwick by blood and by allegiance. Tell me, if you love Warwick more than me,

if it be so then both depart to him i rather wish you foes than hollow friends but if you mind to hold your true obedience give me assurance with some friendly vow that i may never have you in suspect so god help montague as he proves true and hastings as he favors edward's cause now brother richard will you stand by us ay in despite of all that shall withstand you

why so then i am sure of victory now therefore let us hence and lose no hour till we meet warwick with his foreign power scene two a plain in warwickshire enter warwick and oxford with french soldiers trust me my lord all hitherto goes well the common people by numbers swarm to us enter clarence and somerset

But see where Somerset and Clarence come. Speak suddenly, my lords. Are we all friends? Fear not that, my lord. Then, gentle Clarence, welcome unto Warwick, and welcome Somerset. I hold it cowardice to rest mistrustful where a noble heart hath pawned an open hand in sign of love. Else might I think that Clarence, Edward's brother, were but a feigned friend to our proceedings.

but welcome sweet clarence my daughter shall be thine and now what rests but in a night's coverture thy brother being carelessly encamped his soldiers lurking in the towns about and but attended by a simple guard we may surprise and take him at our pleasure

our scouts have found the adventure very easy that as ulysses and stout diomede with slate and manhood stole to rhesus tents and brought from thence the thracian fatal steeds so we well covered with the night's black mantle at unawares may beat down edward's guard and seize himself

I say not slaughter him, for I intend but only to surprise him. You that follow me on this attempt, applaud the name of Henry with your leader. They all cry Henry. Why then, let's on our way in silent sort, for what he can his friends, God and Saint George. Accent. Scene 3.

Edward's camp near Warwick. Enter three watchmen to guard King Edward IV's tent. Come on, my masters, each man take his stand. The king by this has set him down to sleep. What, will he not to bed? Why, no, for he hath made a solemn vow Never to lie and take his natural rest Till Warwick or himself be quite suppressed. To-morrow, then, belike shall be the day If Warwick be so near as men report.

but say i pray what nobleman is that that with the king here resteth in his tent tis the lord hastings the king's chiefest friend oh is it so but why commands the king that his chief followers lodge in towns about him while he himself keeps in the cold field tis the more unna because more dangerous

but give me worship and quietness i like it better than a dangerous honour if warwick knew in what estate he stands tis to be doubted he would waken him war unless our halberts did shut up his passage alb ay wherefore else guard we his royal tent but to defend his person from night foes enter warwick clarence oxford somerset and french soldiers silent all war this is his tent and see where stand his guard

Courage, my masters, and honour now or never, but follow me, and Edward shall be ours. Who goes there? Stay, or thou diest.

Warwick and the rest cry, All Warwick, Warwick! and set upon the guard, who flies, crying, Arrm! arrm! Warwick and the rest following them. The drum playing and trumpet sounding re-enter. Warwick, Somerset, and the rest bringing King Edward IV out in his gown, sitting in a chair. Richard and Hastings fly over the stage. What are they that fly there? Richard and Hastings, let them go. Here is the duke.

the duke why warwick when we parted thou calledst me king warwick ay but the case is altered when you disgraced me in my embassade then i degraded you from being king and come now to create you duke of york

alas how should you govern any kingdom that know not how to use ambassadors nor how to be contented with one wife nor how to use your brothers brotherly nor how to study for the people's welfare nor how to shroud yourself from enemies the king yea brother of clarence thou art here too

nay then i see that edward's needs must down yet warwick in despite of all mischance of thee thyself and all thy complices edward will always bear himself as king

Though misfortune's malice overthrow my state, My mind exceeds the compass of her wheel. Then for his mind be Edward England's king. Takes off his crown. But Henry now shall wear the English crown, And be true king indeed, thou but the shadow. My lord of Somerset, at my request, see that forthwith Duke Edward be conveyed unto my brother, Archbishop of York.

when i have fought with pembroke and his fellows i'll follow you and tell you what answer lewis and the lady bona send to him now for a while farewell good duke of york they lead him out forcibly

what fate impose that men must needs abide it boots not to resist both wind and tide exit guarded what now remains my lords for us to do but march to london with our soldiers ay that's the first thing that we have to do to free king henry from imprisonment and see him seated in the regal throne scene four london the palace enter queen elizabeth and rivers

madam what makes you in this sudden change why brother rivers are you yet to learn what late misfortune has befallen king edward king edward what loss of some pitched battle against warwick no but the loss of his own royal person king edward then is my sovereign slain i almost slain for he is taken prisoner either betrayed by falsehood of his guard or by his foe surprised at unawares

and as i further have to understand is new committed to the bishop of york fell warwick's brother and by that our foe these news i must confess are full of grief yet gracious madam bear it as you may werwick may lose that now hath won the day till then fair hope must hinder life's decay and i the rather wean me from despair for love of edward's offspring in my womb

this is it that makes me bridle passion and bear with mildness my misfortune's cross ay ay for this i draw in many a tear and stop the rising of blood-sucking sighs lest with my sighs or tears i blast or drown king edward's fruit true heir to the english crown but madam where is warwick then become i'm informed that he comes towards london to set the crown once more on henry's head

geth thou the rest king edward's friends must down but to prevent the tyrant's violence for trust not him that hath once broken faith i'll hence forthwith unto the sanctuary to save at least the heir of edward's right there shall i rest secure from force and fraud come therefore let us fly while we may fly if war it take us we are sure to die scene five a park near middleham castle in yorkshire

Enter Gloucester, Hastings, and Stanley. Now, my lord Hastings and Sir William Stanley, leave off to wonder why I drew you hither into this chiefest thicket of the park. Thus stands the case. You know, our king, my brother, is prisoner to the bishop here, at whose hands he hath good usage and great liberty, and often but attended with weak guard, comes hunting this way to disport himself.

i have advertised him by secret means that if about this hour he makes his way under the colour of his usual game he shall here find his friends with horse and men to set him free from his captivity enter king edward the fourth and a huntsman with him king edward this way my lord for this way lies the game edward nay this way men see where the huntsmen stand

Now, brother of Gloucester, Lord Hastings, and the rest, stand you thus close, and steal the bishop's deer. Brother, the time and case requireth haste. Your horse stands ready at the park-corner. But whither shall we then? To Lynn, my lord, and ship from thence to Flanders. Well, guest, believe me, for that was my meaning. Stanley, I will requite thy forwardness. But wherefore stay we? Tis no time to talk.

huntsman what say'st thou wilt thou go along better do so than tarry and be hang'd come then away let's ha no more ado bishop farewell shield thee from warwick's frown and pray that i may repossess the crown scene six london the tower flourish

enter king henry the sixth clarence warwick somerset henry of richmond oxford montague and lieutenant of the tower master lieutenant now that god and friends have shaken edward from the regal seat and turned my captive state to liberty my fear to hope my sorrows unto joys at our enlargement what are thy due fees

subjects may challenge nothing of their sovranes but if an humble prayre may prevail i then crave pardon of your majestie for what lieutenant for well using me nay be thou sure i'll well requite thy kindness for that it made my imprisonment a pleasure ay such a pleasure as incaged birds conceive when after many moody thoughts at last by notes of household harmony they quite forget their loss of liberty

but warwick after god thou set me free and chiefly therefore i thank god and thee he was the author thou the instrument

therefore that i may conquer fortune's spite by living low where fortune cannot hurt me and that the people of this blessed land may not be punished with my thwarting stars warwick although my head still wear the crown i here resign my government to thee for thou art fortunate in all thy deeds

your grace has still been feigned by virtuous and now may seem as wise as virtuous by spying and avoiding fortune's malice for few men rightly temper with the stars yet in this one thing let me blame your grace for choosing me when clarence is in place

No, Warwick, thou art worthy of the sway, to whom the heavens in thy nativity are judged on olive branch and laurel crown, as likely to be blessed in peace and war. And therefore I yield thee my free consent. And I choose Clarence only for protecta.

Warwick and Clarence give me both your hands. Now join your hands, and with your hands your hearts, that no dissension hinder government. I make you both protectors of this land, while I myself will lead a private life, and in devotion spend my latter days, to sin's rebuke and my Creator's praise. What answers Clarence to his sovereign's will? That he consents if Warwick yield consent, for on thy fortune I repose myself.

why then though loth yet must i be content we'll yoke together like a double shadow to henry's body and supply his place i mean in bearing weight of government while he enjoys the honour and his ease and clarence now then it is more than needful forthwith that edward be pronounced a traitor and all his lands and goods be confiscate

what else and that succession be determined margaret ay their enclarence shall not want his part lady but with the first of all your chief affairs let me entreat for i command no more that margaret your queen and my son edward be sent for to return from france with speed

For, till I see them here, By doubtful fear my joy of liberty is half eclipsed. It shall be done, my sovereign, with all speed. My lord of Somerset, what youth is that Of whom you seem to have so tender care? My liege, it is young Henry, Earl of Richmond. Come hither, England's hope. Lays his hand on his head. If secret powers suggest but truth To my divining thoughts, This pretty lad will prove our country's bliss—

Enter a post. What news, my friend?

that Edward has escaped from your brother and fled as he had sent to Burgundy. Unsavoury news! But how made he escape? He was conveyed by Richard, Duke of Gloucester, and Lord Hastings, who attended him in secret ambush on the far side, and from the bishop's huntsmen rescued him, for hunting was his daily exercise.

my brother was too careless of his charge but let us hence my sovereign to provide a sow for any sow that may betide exeunt all but somerset henry of richmond and oxford my lord i like not of this flight of edward's for doubtless burgundy will yield him help and we shall have more wars before to be long as henry's late presaging prophecy did glad my heart with hope of this young richmond

so doth my heart misgive me in these conflicts what may befall him to his harm and ours therefore lord oxford to prevent the worst forthwith will send him hence to brittany till storms be past of civil enmity ay for if edward repossess the crown tis like that richmond with the rest shall down it shall be so he shall to brittany come therefore let's about it speedily scene seven before york

Flourish! Enter King Edward IV, Gloucester, Hastings, and soldiers. Now, brother Richard, Lord Hastings, and the rest, Yet thus far fortune maketh us amends, And says that once more I shall interchange My waned state for Henry's regal crown. Well have we passed, and now repassed the seas, And brought desired help from Burgundy.

What then remains, we being thus arrived from Ravensburg Haven before the gates of York, but that we enter as into our dukedom? The gates made fast. Brother, I like not this, for many men that stumble at the threshold are well foretold that danger lurks within. Tushman, abodements must not now affright us. By fair or foul means we must enter in, for hither will our friends repair to us.

my liege i'll knock once more to summon them enter on the walls the mayor of york and his brethren my lords we were forewarned of your coming and shut the gates for safety of ourselves for now we owe allegiance unto henry but master mayor if henry be your king yet edward at least is duke of york

true my good lord i know you for no less why and i challenge nothing but my dukedom as being well content with that alone aside but when the fox hath once got in his nose he'll soon find means to make the body follow why master mayor why stand you in a doubt open the gates we are king henry's friends

ay say you so the gates shall then be opened they descend a wise stout captain and soon persuaded the good old man would fain that all were well so twere not long of him but being entered i doubt not ay but we shall soon persuade both him and all his brothers unto reason enter the mayor and two aldermen below

so master mayor these gates must not be shut but in the night or in the time of war what fear not man but yield me up the keys takes his keys for edward will defend the town and thee and all those friends that deign to follow me march enter montgomery with drum and soldiers brother this is sir john montgomery our trusty friend unless i be deceived

welcome sir john but why come you in arms to help king edward in his time of storm as every loyal subject ought to do thanks good montgomery but we now forget our title to the crown and only claim our dukedom till god please to send the rest then fare you well for i will hence again i came to serve a king and not a duke drummer strike up and let us march away the drum begins to march

nay stay sir john awhile and we'll debate by what safe means the crown may be recovered what talk you of debating in few words if you'll not here proclaim yourself our king i'll leave you to your fortune and begone to keep them back that come to succour you why shall we fight if you pretend no title why brother wherefore stand you on nice points

when we grow stronger then we'll make our claim till then tis wisdom to conceal our meaning henry away with scrupulous wit now arms must rule henry and fearless minds climb soonest unto crowns brother we will proclaim you out of hand the brute thereof will bring you many friends henry then be it as you will for tis my right and henry but usurps the diadem henry ay now my sovereign speaketh like himself

and now will i be edward's champion sound trumpet edward shall be here proclaimed come fellow-soldier make thou proclamation flourish the fourth by the grace of god king of england and france

and lord of Ireland, true and just heir, duke of York, earl of March and Ulster. And whosoever gainsays King Edward's right, by this I tenant him to single fight. Throws down his gauntlet. You leave it with the whore. Thanks, brave Montgomery, and thanks unto you all. If fortune serve me, I'll requite this kindness. Now for this night, let's harbor here in York.

and when the morning sun shall raise his car above the border of the horizon we'll forward towards warwick and his mates for well i wot that henry is no soldier ah forward clarence how evil it beseems thee to flatter henry and forsake thy brother yet as we may we'll meet both thee and warwick come on brave soldiers doubt not of the day and that once gotten doubt not of large pay

scene eight london the palace flourish enter king henry the sixth war montague clarence exeter and oxford what counsel lords edward from belgium with hasty germans and blunt hollanders hath passed in safety through the narrow seas and with his troops doth march amain to london and many giddy people flock to him let's levy men and beat him back again

A little fire is quickly trodden out, which, being suffered, rivers cannot quench. In Warwickshire I have true-hearted friends, not mutinous in peace, yet bold in war. Those will I muster up, and thou, son Clarence, shalt stir up in Suffolk, Norfolk, and in Kent the knights and gentlemen to come with thee. Thou, brother Montague, in Buckingham, Northampton, and in Leicestershire shalt find men well inclined to hear what thou commandest.

and thou brave oxford wondrous well-beloved in oxfordshire shalt muster up thy friend my sovran with loving citizens like to his island girt in with the ocean or modest diane circled with her nymph shall rest in london till we come to him fair lords take leave and stand not to reply farewell my sovran hector farewell my hector and my troy's true hope

in sign of truth i kiss your highness hand well-minded clarence be thou fortunate clarence comfort my lord and so i take my leave and thus i seal my truth and bid adieu sweet oxford and my loving montague and all at once once more a happy farewell farewell sweet lords let's meet at coventry exeunt all but king henry the sixth and exeter

here at the palace i will rest awhile cousin of exeter what thinks your lordship methinks the power that edward hath in field should not be able to encounter mine the doubt is that he will seduce the rest

that's not my fear my meed hath got me fame i have not stopped mine ears to their demands nor posted off their suits with slow delays my pity hath been born to heal their wounds my mildness hath allayed their swelling griefs my mercy dried their water-flowing tears

I have not been desirous of their wealth, nor much oppressed them with great subsidies, nor forward of revenge, though they much erred. Then why should they love Edward more than me? No, Exeter, these graces challenge grace, and when the lion fawns upon the lamb, the lamb will never cease to follow him. Shout within. Aloncaster! Aloncaster! Hark! hark! my lord, what shouts are these?

Enter King Edward IV., Gloucester, and soldiers. Caesar and the shame-faced Henry, bear him hence, And once again proclaim us King of England. You are the fount that makes small brooks to flow. Thou stop'st thy spring. My sea shall suck them dry, And swell so much the higher by their ebb. Hence with him in the tower let him not speak. Exeunt, some with King Henry VI.,

and lords toward coventry bend we our course where peremptory warwick now remains the sun shines hot and if we use delay cold biting winter mars are hoped for hay away betimes before his forces join and take the great grown traitor unawares brave warriors march amain towards coventry

ACT V SCENE I. COVENTRY. Enter Warwick, the Mayor of Coventry, two messengers, and the others upon the walls.

where is the post that came from valiant oxford how far thence is thy lord mine honest fellow by this at dunsmore marching hitherward how far off is our brother montague where is the post that came from montague by this at daintree with a puissant troop enter sir john somerville see somerville what says my loving son and by thy guess how nigh is clarence now

at sotham i did leave him with his forces and do expect him here some two hours hence drumhead then clarence is at hand i hear his drum it is not his my lord here sotham lies the drum your honour hears marcheth from warwick who should that be belike and look for a friend they are at hand and you shall quickly know march flourish

enter king edward the fourth gloucester and soldiers go trumpet to the walls and sound a parley see how surly warwick man'st the wall warwick oh unbid spite his sportful edward come where slept our scouts or how they seduced that we could hear no news of his repair edward now warwick wilt thou ope the city gates speak gentle words and humbly bend thy knee call edward king and at his hand beg mercy

and he shall pardon thee these outrages. Nay, rather, wilt thou draw thy forces hence, confess who set thee up, and pluck thee own. Quarrel patron, and be penitent, and thou shalt still remain the duke of yore. I thought at least he would have said the king, or did he make the jest against his will? Is not a dukedom, sir, a goodly gift?

ay by my faith for a poor earl to give i do thee service for so good a gift warwick twas i that gave the kingdom to thy brother warwick why then tis mine if but by warwick's gift thou art no atlas for so great a weight and weakling warwick takes his gift again and henry is my king warwick his subject

but warwick's king is edward's prisoner and gallant warwick do but answer this what is the body when the head is off alas that warwick had no more forecast but whiles he thought to steal the single ten the king was slyly fingered from the deck

you left poor henry at the bishop's palace and ten to one you'll meet him in the tower warwick tis even so yet you are warwick still warwick come warwick take the time kneel down kneel down nay when strike now or else the iron cools warwick i had rather chop this hand off at a blow and with the other fling it at thy face than bear so low a sail to strike at

sell how thou canst have wind and tide thy friend this hand fast wound about thy coal-black hair shall whilst thy head is warm and new cut off right in the dust this sentence with thy blood wind changing warwick now can change no more enter oxford with drum and colours oh cheerful colours see where oxford comes

Oxford, Oxford for Lancaster. He and his forces enter the city. The gates are open. Let us enter too. So other foes may set upon our backs? Stand we in good array, for they no doubt will issue out again amid us battle. If not, the city, being but of small defence, will quickly rouse the traders in the same. O welcome, Oxford, for we want thy help. Enter Montague with drummed colours.

Montague, Montague, for Lancaster. He and his forces enter the city. Thou and thy brother both shall buy this treason, Even with the dearest blood your body spare. The harder match'd, the greater victory; My mind presageth happy gain and conquest. Enter Somerset with drum and colours. Somerset, Somerset, for Lancaster. He and his forces enter the city.

two of thy name both dukes of somerset have sold their lives unto the house of york and thou shalt be the third if this sword hold enter clarence with drum and colours and lo where george of clarence sweeps along a force enough to beat his brother battle with whom an upright zeal to right prevails more than the nature of a brother's love

Come, Clarence, come. Thou wilt give Warwick call. Father of Warwick, know you what this means? Taking a red rose out of his hat. Look here, I throw my infamy at thee. I will not ruinate my father's house, who gave his blood to lime the stones together and set up Lancaster.

why trow'st thou warwick that clarence is so harsh so blunt unnatural to bend the fatal instruments of war against his brother and his lawful king perhaps thou wilt object my holy oath to keep that oath were more impiety than jephthah's when he sacrificed his daughter

"'I am so sorry for my trespass made, that to deserve well at my brother's hands, I here proclaim myself thy mortal foe. With resolution, whereso'er I meet thee, and I will meet thee if thou stir abroad, to plague thee for thy foul misleading me, and so, proud-hearted Warwick, I defy thee, and to my brother turn my blushing cheeks. Pardon me, Edward. I will make amends.'

and richard do not frown upon my faults for i will henceforth be no more unconstant rich now welcome more and ten times more beloved than if thou never hadst deserved our hate clarence welcome good clarence this is brotherlike rich passing traitor perjured and unjust

Warwick, wilt thou leave the town and fight, or shall we beat the stones about thine ears? ALAS! I am not cooped here for defence. I will away towards Barnet presently, and bid thee battle, Edward, if thou darest. Yes, Warwick, Edward dares, and leads the way. Lords, to the fields! St. George and victory! Exeunt King Edward and his company. March. Warwick and his company follow. Scene 2. A field of battle near Barnet.

Alorum and excursions. Enter King Edward IV, bringing forth Warwick wounded. So, lie thou there, die thou, and die our fear, for Warwick was a bug that feared us all. Now, Montague, sit fast. I seek for thee, that Warwick's bones may keep thine company. Exit. Who is nigh? Come to me, friend or foe, and tell me, who is victor, York or Warwick?

why ask i that my mangled body shows my blood and my want of strength my sick heart shows that i must yield my body to the earth and by my fall the conquest to my foe

thus yields the cedar to the axe's edge whose arms gave shelter to the princely eagle under whose shade the ramping lion slept whose top branch overpeered jove's spreading tree and kept low shrubs from winter's powerful wind these eyes that now are dimmed with death's black veil have been as piercing as a midday sun to search the secret treasons of the world

the wrinkles in my brows now filled with blood were likened oft to kingly sepulchres for who lived king but i could dig his grave and who durst mind when warwick bent his brow lo now my glory smeared in dust and blood

my parks my walks my manners that i had even now forsake me out of all my lands is nothing left me but my body's length why what is pomp rule of rain but earth and dust and live how we can yet die we must enter oxford and somerset ah warwick warwick wert thou as we are

We might recover all our loss again. The queen from France hath brought us a puissant power. Even now we heard the news. Ah, couldst thou fly! Why, then, I would not fly. Ah, Montague, if thou be there, sweet brother, take my hand, and with thy lips keep in my soul a while. Thou lovest me not.

for brother if thou didst thy tears would wash this cold-concealed blood that clues my lips and will not let me speak come quickly montague or i am dead ah warwick montague hath breathed his last and to the latest gasp cried out for warwick and said commend me to my valiant brother and more he would have said and more he spoke which sounded like a clamour in a vault

That might not be distinguished, But at last I well might hear, Deliver'd with a groan, O farewell, Waurik. Waurik. Sweet rest his soul, Fly, lords, and save yourselves, For Waurik bids you all farewell To meet in heaven. Away, away, to meet the queen's great power. Here they bear away his body. Scene 3. Another part of the field.

Flourish! Enter King Edward IV. in triumph, with Gloucester, Clarence, and the rest. Thus far our fortune keeps an upward course, and we are graced with wreaths of victory. But in the midst of this bright shining day I spy a black, suspicious, threatening cloud that will encounter with our glorious son ere he attain his easeful western bed.

i mean my lords those powers that the queen hath raised in gallia have arrived our coast and as we hear march on to fight with us a little gale will soon disperse that cloud and blow it to the source from whence it came the very beams will dry those vapours up

for every cloud engenders not a storm the queen is valued thirty thousand strong and somerset with oxford fled to her if she have time to breathe be well assured her faction will be full as strong as ours we are advertised by our loving friends that they do hold their course toward tewkesbury we have now the best at barnet field we'll thither straight for willingness rids way

And as we march our strength will be augmented In every county as we go along. Strike up the drum, cry, Courage! and away. SCENE IV. PLAINS NEAR TUKESBURY. MARCH. Enter Queen Margaret, Prince Edward, Somerset, Oxford, and soldiers. Great Lords, wise men ne'er sit and wail their loss, But cheerly seek how to redress their harms.

what though the mast be now blown overboard the cable broke the holding anchor lost and half our sailors swallow'd in the flood yet lives our pilot still is't meet that he should leave the helm and like a fearful lad with tearful eyes add water to the sea and give more strength to that which hath too much whiles in his moan the ship splits on the rock which industry and courage might have sav'd

Ah, what a shame! Ah, what a fault were this! Say Warwick was our anchor—what of that? And Montague our top-mast—what of him? Our slaughtered friends, the tackles—what of these? Why, is not Oxford here another anchor? And Somerset another goodly mast? The friends of France are shrouds and tacklings—

And, though unskilful, why not Ned and I, For once allowed the skilful pilots charge? We will not from the helm to sit and weep, But keep our course, though the rough wind say no, From shelves and rocks that threaten us with wreck, As good to chide the waves as speak them fair, And what is Edward but ruthless sea? What Clarence but a quicksand of deceit, And Richard but a ragged fatal rock?

all these the enemies to our poor bark say you can swim alas tis but a while tread on the sand why there you quickly sink bestride the rock the tide will wash you off or else you famish that's a threefold death this speak i lords to let you understand if case some one of you would fly from us that there's no hoped-for mercy with the brothers more than with ruthless waves with sands and rocks

Why, courage then! What cannot be avoided to wear childish weakness to lament or fear?

methinks a woman of this valiant spirit should if a coward heard her speak these words infuse his breast with magnanimity and make him naked foil a man at arms i speak not this as doubting any here for did i but suspect a fearful man he should have leave to go away betimes lest in our need he might infect another and make him of like spirit to himself

If any such be here, as God forbid, let him depart before we need his help. Women and children of so high a courage, and warriors faint, Why, it were perpetual shame, O brave young prince, Thy famous grandfather doth live again in thee, Long mayst thou live, to bear his image and renew his glories.

will not fight for such a hope go home to bed and like the owl by day if he arise be mocked and wondered at thanks gentle somerset sweet oxford thanks and take his thanks that yet hath nothing else enter messenger prepare your lords for edward is at hand ready to fight therefore be resolute

i thought no less it is his policy to haste thus fast to find us unprovided but he's deceived we are in readiness this cheers my heart to see your forwardness here pitch our battle hence we will not budge enter king edward the fourth gloucester clarence and soldiers

Brave followers, yonder stands the thorny wood, Which, by the Heaven's assistance and your strength, Must by the roots be hewn up yet ere night. I need not add more fuel to your fire, For well I wot ye blaze to burn them out. Give signal to the fight, and do it, lords. LORDS, KNIGHTS, AND GENTLEMEN, What I should say my tears gainsay.

for every word i speak ye see i drink the water of mine eyes therefore no more but this henry your sovran his prisoner to the foe his state usurp'd his realm a slaughter-house his subjects slain his statutes cancell'd and his treasure spent and yonder is the wolf that makes this spoil you fight injustice

then in god's name lords be valiant and give signal to the fight a law retreat excursions exeunt scene five another part of the field flourish enter king edward the fourth gloucester clarence and soldiers with queen margaret oxford and somerset prisoners

now here a period of tumultuous broils away with oxford to hame's castle straight for somerset off with his guilty head go bear them hence i will not hear them speak for my part i'll not trouble thee with words nor i but stoop with patience to my fortune ext oxford and somerset guarded so part we sadly in this troublous world to meet with joy in sweet jerusalem

Is proclamation made, That who finds Edward shall have a high reward, And he his life? It is, and lo, where youthful Edward comes. Enter soldiers with Prince Edward. Bring forth the gallant, let us hear him speak. What, can so young a thorn begin to prick? Edward, what satisfaction canst thou make For bearing arms, for stirring up my subjects, And all the trouble thou hast turned me to?

speak like a subject proud ambitious york suppose that i am now my father's mouth resign thy chair and where i stand kneel thou whilst i propose the self-same words to thee which traitor thou wouldst have me answer to ah that thy father had been so resolved

that you might still have worn the petticoat and never have stolen the breech from lancaster let sop fable in a winter's night his courish riddles sort not with this place by heaven brat i'll plague you for that word ay thou wast born to be a plague to men for god's sake take away this captive scold nay take away this scolding crook back rather

Peace, wilful boy, or I will charm your tongue. Untruted lad thou art too malapert.

I know my duty. You are all undutiful. Lascivious Edward, and thou, perjured George, and thou, misshapen dick, I tell ye all, I am your better, traitors as ye are, and thou usurp'st my father's right and mine. Take that, thou likeness of this railer here. Stops him. Sproul'st thou? Take that to end thy agony. Stops him.

and there's for twitting me with perjury. Stabs him. Oh, kill me too. Marry and shall. Offers to kill her. Hold, Richard, hold, for we have done too much. Why should she live to fill the world with words? What, doth she swoon? Use means for her recovery.

Clarence, excuse me to the king, my brother. I'll hence to London on a serious matter. Ere ye come there, be sure to hear some news. What? What? The tower, the tower. Exit. O Ned, sweet Ned, speak to thy mother, boy. Canst thou not speak?

O traitors, murderers, they that stabb'd Caesar shed no blood at all, did not offend, nor were not worthy blame, if this foul deed were by to equal it. He was a man, this in respect a child, and men ne'er spend their fury on a child. What's worse than murderer that I may name it? No, no, my heart will burst, and if I speak—

and i will speak that so my heart may burst butchers and villains bloody cannibals how sweet a plant have you untimely cropp'd you have no children butchers if you had the thought of them would have stirred up remorse but if you ever have chanc'd to have a child look in this youth to have him so cut off as death-men you have rid this sweet young prince

away with her go bear her hence perforce clarence nay never bear me hence dispatch me here here sheath thy sword i'll pardon thee my death what wilt thou not then clarence do it thou clarence by heav'n i will not do thee so much ease dina good clarence do sweet clarence do thou do it

Didst thou not hear me swear I would not do it? I bet thou usest to forswear thyself. T'was sin before, but now tis charity. What, wilt thou not? Where is that devil's butcher, hard-favored Richard? Richard, where art thou? Thou art not here. Murder is thy alms-deed. Petitioners for blood thou ne'er put'st back. Away, I say. I charge ye, bear her hence.

So come to you and yours as to this prince. Exit led out forcibly. Where's Richard gone? To London all impuls'd, and as I guess, To make a bloody supper in the tower. He's sudden, if a thing comes in his head. Now march we hence, discharge the common sort With pay and thanks, and lets away to London, And see our gentle queen how well she fares. By this I hope she hath a son for me. Exit.

scene six london the tower enter king henry the sixth and gloucester with the lieutenant on the walls good day my lord what at your book so hard ay my good lord my lord i should say rather tis sin to flatter good was little better good gloucester and good devil were alike and both preposterous therefore not good lord sirrah leave us to ourselves we must confer

exit lieutenant so flies the reckless shepherd from the wolf so first the harmless sheep doth yield his fleece and next his throat unto the butcher's knife what scene of death hath roscius now to act rost suspicious always haunts the guilty mind the thief doth fear each bush an officer

the bird that hath been limed in a bush with trembling wings misdoubteth every bush and i the hapless male to one sweet bird have now the fatal object in my eye where my poor young was limed was caught and killed why what a peevish fool was that of crete that taught his son the office of a fowl and yet for all his wings the fool was drowned

Ay, Daedalus, my poor boy Icarus, Thy father Minos that denied our course, The son that seared the wings of my sweet boy, Thy brother Edward, and thyself the sea Whose envious gulf did swallow up his life, Ah, kill me with thy weapon, not with words. My breast can better brook thy dagger's point Than can my ears that tragic history. But wherefore dost thou come? Ist for my life?

think'st thou i am an executioner a persecutor i am sure thou art if murdering innocents be executing why then thou art an executioner thy son i kill'd for his presumption hadst thou been kill'd when first thou didst presume thou hadst not liv'd to kill a son of mine

"'And thus I prophesy, that many a thousand which now mistrust no parcel of my fear, "'and many an old man's sigh, and many a widow's, and many an orphan's water-standing eye, "'men for their sons, wives for their husbands, and orphans for their parents' timeless death, "'shall rue the hour that ever thou wast born.'

the owl shrieked at thy birth an evil sign the night-crow cried aboding luckless time dogs howled and hygeous tempest shook down trees the raven rook'd her in the chimney's top and chattering pies in dismal discord sung

thy mother felt more than a mother's pain and yet brought forth less than a mother's hope to wit an indigested and deformed lump not like the fruit of such a goodly tree teeth hadst thou in thy head when thou wast born to signify thou cam'st to bite the world and if the rest be true which i have heard thou cam'st i'll hear no more die prophet in thy speech

For this amongst the rest was I ordained. Stabs him. Aye, and for much more slaughter after this. God forgive my sins, and pardon thee. Dies. What, will the aspiring blood of Lancaster sink in the ground? I thought it would have mounted. See how my sword weeps for the poor king's death.

O may such purple tears be always shed From those that wish the downfall of our house, If any spark of life be yet remaining, Down, down to hell, and say I sent thee thither. LUCAS. Stops him again. LUCAS. Ay, that have neither pity, love nor fear,

indeed tis true that henry told me of for i have often heard my mother say i came into the world with my legs forward had i not reason think ye to make haste and seek the ruin that usurped our right

the midwife wondered and the women cried o jesus bless us he is born with teeth and so i was which plainly signified that i should snarl and bite and play the dog then since the heavens have shaped my body so let hell may crook my mind to answer it

i have no brother i am like no brother and this word love which greybeards call divine be resident in men like one another and not in me i am myself alone clarence beware thou keep'st me from the light

but i will sort a pitchy day for thee for i will buzz abroad such prophecies that edward shall be fearful of his life and then to purge his fear i'll be thy death

King Henry and the Prince, his son, are gone. Clarence, thy turn is next, and then the rest. Counting myself but bad till I be best. I'll throw thy body in another room, and triumph, Henry, in thy day of doom. Exit with the body. Scene 7. London, the Palace. Flourish.

Enter King Edward IV, Queen Elizabeth, Clarence, Gloucester, Hastings, a nurse of the young prince and attendants. Once more we sit in England's royal throne, repurchased with the blood of enemies. What valiant foemen, like to autumn's corn, we have mowed down in tops of all their pride. Three dukes of Somerset.

threefold renowned for hardy and undoubted champions. Two Cliffords, as the father and the son, and two Northumberlands, two braver men ne'er spurred their coursers at the trumpet's sound. With them the two brave bears, Warwick and Montague, that in their chains fettered the kingly lion, and made the forest tremble when they roared. Thus have we swept suspicion from our seat, and made our footstool of security. Come hither, Bess, and let me kiss my boy."

young ned for thee thine uncles and myself have in our armors watched the winter's night went all afoot in summer's scalding heat that thou mightst repossess the crown in peace and of our labors thou shalt reap the gain

aside i'll blast his harvest if your head were laid for yet i'm not looked on in the world this shoulder was ordain'd so thick to heave and heave it shall some way or break my back work thou the way and thou shalt execute clarence and gloucester

love my lovely queen and kiss your princely nephew brothers both the duty that i owe unto your majesty i seal upon the lips of this sweet babe thanks noble clarence worthy brother thanks and that i love the tree from whence thou sprang'st witness the loving kiss i give the fruit

to say the truth so judas kiss'd his master and cried all hail whenas he meant all harm now i am seated at my soul's delight having my country's peace and brother's loves what will your grace have done with margaret reniar her father to the king of france hath pawned the sisals in jerusalem and hither have they sent it for her ransom away with her and waft her hence to france

And now, what rests but that we spend the time With stately triumphs, mirthful comic shows, Such as befits the pleasure of the court? Sound the drums and the trumpets. Farewell, sour annoy! For here, I hope, begins our lasting joy.

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