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SCENE I. A street before a Priory.

Who, but for staying on our controversy,
Had hoisted sail and put to sea to-day:
This chain you had of me; can you deny it?
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF SYRACUSE +ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
-I think I had; I never did deny it.
+I think I had; I never did deny it.
Second Merchant
-Yes, that you did, sir, and forswore it too.
-ANTIPHOLUS
+Yes, that you did, sir, and forswore it too.
-OF SYRACUSE +ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
-Who heard me to deny it or forswear it?
+Who heard me to deny it or forswear it?
Second Merchant
-These ears of mine, thou know'st did hear thee.
-Fie on thee, wretch! 'tis pity that thou livest
-To walk where any honest man resort.
-ANTIPHOLUS
+These ears of mine, thou know'st did hear thee.
+Fie on thee, wretch! 'tis pity that thou livest
+To walk where any honest man resort.
-OF SYRACUSE +ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
-Thou art a villain to impeach me thus:
-I'll prove mine honour and mine honesty
-Against thee presently, if thou darest stand.
+Thou art a villain to impeach me thus:
+I'll prove mine honour and mine honesty
+Against thee presently, if thou darest stand.
Second Merchant
-I dare, and do defy thee for a villain.
+I dare, and do defy thee for a villain.

They draw

Enter ADRIANA, LUCIANA, the Courtezan, and others

ADRIANA
-Hold, hurt him not, for God's sake! he is mad.
-Some get within him, take his sword away:
-Bind Dromio too, and bear them to my house.
+Hold, hurt him not, for God's sake! he is mad.
+Some get within him, take his sword away:
+Bind Dromio too, and bear them to my house.
DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
-Run, master, run; for God's sake, take a house!
-This is some priory. In, or we are spoil'd!
+Run, master, run; for God's sake, take a house!
+This is some priory. In, or we are spoil'd!

Exeunt Antipholus of Syracuse and Dromio of Syracuse to the Priory

Enter the Lady Abbess, AEMILIA

AEMELIA
-Be quiet, people. Wherefore throng you hither?
+Be quiet, people. Wherefore throng you hither?
ADRIANA
-To fetch my poor distracted husband hence.
-Let us come in, that we may bind him fast
-And bear him home for his recovery.
+To fetch my poor distracted husband hence.
+Let us come in, that we may bind him fast
+And bear him home for his recovery.
ANGELO
-I knew he was not in his perfect wits.
+I knew he was not in his perfect wits.
Second Merchant
-I am sorry now that I did draw on him.
+I am sorry now that I did draw on him.
AEMELIA
-How long hath this possession held the man?
+How long hath this possession held the man?
ADRIANA
-This week he hath been heavy, sour, sad,
-And much different from the man he was;
-But till this afternoon his passion
-Ne'er brake into extremity of rage.
+This week he hath been heavy, sour, sad,
+And much different from the man he was;
+But till this afternoon his passion
+Ne'er brake into extremity of rage.
AEMELIA
-Hath he not lost much wealth by wreck of sea?
-Buried some dear friend? Hath not else his eye
-Stray'd his affection in unlawful love?
-A sin prevailing much in youthful men,
-Who give their eyes the liberty of gazing.
-Which of these sorrows is he subject to?
+Hath he not lost much wealth by wreck of sea?
+Buried some dear friend? Hath not else his eye
+Stray'd his affection in unlawful love?
+A sin prevailing much in youthful men,
+Who give their eyes the liberty of gazing.
+Which of these sorrows is he subject to?
ADRIANA
-To none of these, except it be the last;
-Namely, some love that drew him oft from home.
+To none of these, except it be the last;
+Namely, some love that drew him oft from home.
AEMELIA
-You should for that have reprehended him.
+You should for that have reprehended him.
ADRIANA
-Why, so I did.
+Why, so I did.
AEMELIA
- Ay, but not rough enough.
+ Ay, but not rough enough.
ADRIANA
-As roughly as my modesty would let me.
+As roughly as my modesty would let me.
AEMELIA
-Haply, in private.
+Haply, in private.
ADRIANA
-And in assemblies too.
+And in assemblies too.
AEMELIA
-Ay, but not enough.
+Ay, but not enough.
ADRIANA
-It was the copy of our conference:
-In bed he slept not for my urging it;
-At board he fed not for my urging it;
-Alone, it was the subject of my theme;
-In company I often glanced it;
-Still did I tell him it was vile and bad.
+It was the copy of our conference:
+In bed he slept not for my urging it;
+At board he fed not for my urging it;
+Alone, it was the subject of my theme;
+In company I often glanced it;
+Still did I tell him it was vile and bad.
AEMELIA
-And thereof came it that the man was mad.
-The venom clamours of a jealous woman
-Poisons more deadly than a mad dog's tooth.
-It seems his sleeps were hinder'd by thy railing,
-And therefore comes it that his head is light.
-Thou say'st his meat was sauced with thy upbraidings:
-Unquiet meals make ill digestions;
-Thereof the raging fire of fever bred;
-And what's a fever but a fit of madness?
-Thou say'st his sports were hinderd by thy brawls:
-Sweet recreation barr'd, what doth ensue
-But moody and dull melancholy,
-Kinsman to grim and comfortless despair,
-And at her heels a huge infectious troop
-Of pale distemperatures and foes to life?
-In food, in sport and life-preserving rest
-To be disturb'd, would mad or man or beast:
-The consequence is then thy jealous fits
-Have scared thy husband from the use of wits.
+And thereof came it that the man was mad.
+The venom clamours of a jealous woman
+Poisons more deadly than a mad dog's tooth.
+It seems his sleeps were hinder'd by thy railing,
+And therefore comes it that his head is light.
+Thou say'st his meat was sauced with thy upbraidings:
+Unquiet meals make ill digestions;
+Thereof the raging fire of fever bred;
+And what's a fever but a fit of madness?
+Thou say'st his sports were hinderd by thy brawls:
+Sweet recreation barr'd, what doth ensue
+But moody and dull melancholy,
+Kinsman to grim and comfortless despair,
+And at her heels a huge infectious troop
+Of pale distemperatures and foes to life?
+In food, in sport and life-preserving rest
+To be disturb'd, would mad or man or beast:
+The consequence is then thy jealous fits
+Have scared thy husband from the use of wits.
LUCIANA
-She never reprehended him but mildly,
-When he demean'd himself rough, rude and wildly.
-Why bear you these rebukes and answer not?
+She never reprehended him but mildly,
+When he demean'd himself rough, rude and wildly.
+Why bear you these rebukes and answer not?
ADRIANA
-She did betray me to my own reproof.
-Good people enter and lay hold on him.
+She did betray me to my own reproof.
+Good people enter and lay hold on him.
AEMELIA
-No, not a creature enters in my house.
+No, not a creature enters in my house.
ADRIANA
-Then let your servants bring my husband forth.
+Then let your servants bring my husband forth.
AEMELIA
-Neither: he took this place for sanctuary,
-And it shall privilege him from your hands
-Till I have brought him to his wits again,
-Or lose my labour in assaying it.
+Neither: he took this place for sanctuary,
+And it shall privilege him from your hands
+Till I have brought him to his wits again,
+Or lose my labour in assaying it.
ADRIANA
-I will attend my husband, be his nurse,
-Diet his sickness, for it is my office,
-And will have no attorney but myself;
-And therefore let me have him home with me.
+I will attend my husband, be his nurse,
+Diet his sickness, for it is my office,
+And will have no attorney but myself;
+And therefore let me have him home with me.
AEMELIA
-Be patient; for I will not let him stir
-Till I have used the approved means I have,
-With wholesome syrups, drugs and holy prayers,
-To make of him a formal man again:
-It is a branch and parcel of mine oath,
-A charitable duty of my order.
-Therefore depart and leave him here with me.
+Be patient; for I will not let him stir
+Till I have used the approved means I have,
+With wholesome syrups, drugs and holy prayers,
+To make of him a formal man again:
+It is a branch and parcel of mine oath,
+A charitable duty of my order.
+Therefore depart and leave him here with me.
ADRIANA
-I will not hence and leave my husband here:
-And ill it doth beseem your holiness
-To separate the husband and the wife.
+I will not hence and leave my husband here:
+And ill it doth beseem your holiness
+To separate the husband and the wife.
AEMELIA
-Be quiet and depart: thou shalt not have him.
+Be quiet and depart: thou shalt not have him.

Exit

LUCIANA
-Complain unto the duke of this indignity.
+Complain unto the duke of this indignity.
ADRIANA
-Come, go: I will fall prostrate at his feet
-And never rise until my tears and prayers
-Have won his grace to come in person hither
-And take perforce my husband from the abbess.
+Come, go: I will fall prostrate at his feet
+And never rise until my tears and prayers
+Have won his grace to come in person hither
+And take perforce my husband from the abbess.
Second Merchant
-By this, I think, the dial points at five:
-Anon, I'm sure, the duke himself in person
-Comes this way to the melancholy vale,
-The place of death and sorry execution,
-Behind the ditches of the abbey here.
+By this, I think, the dial points at five:
+Anon, I'm sure, the duke himself in person
+Comes this way to the melancholy vale,
+The place of death and sorry execution,
+Behind the ditches of the abbey here.
ANGELO
-Upon what cause?
+Upon what cause?
Second Merchant
-To see a reverend Syracusian merchant,
-Who put unluckily into this bay
-Against the laws and statutes of this town,
-Beheaded publicly for his offence.
+To see a reverend Syracusian merchant,
+Who put unluckily into this bay
+Against the laws and statutes of this town,
+Beheaded publicly for his offence.
ANGELO
-See where they come: we will behold his death.
+See where they come: we will behold his death.
LUCIANA
-Kneel to the duke before he pass the abbey.
+Kneel to the duke before he pass the abbey.

Enter DUKE SOLINUS, attended; AEGEON bareheaded; with the Headsman and other Officers

DUKE SOLINUS
-Yet once again proclaim it publicly,
-If any friend will pay the sum for him,
-He shall not die; so much we tender him.
+Yet once again proclaim it publicly,
+If any friend will pay the sum for him,
+He shall not die; so much we tender him.
ADRIANA
-Justice, most sacred duke, against the abbess!
+Justice, most sacred duke, against the abbess!
DUKE SOLINUS
-She is a virtuous and a reverend lady:
-It cannot be that she hath done thee wrong.
+She is a virtuous and a reverend lady:
+It cannot be that she hath done thee wrong.
ADRIANA
-May it please your grace, Antipholus, my husband,
-Whom I made lord of me and all I had,
-At your important letters,--this ill day
-A most outrageous fit of madness took him;
-That desperately he hurried through the street,
-With him his bondman, all as mad as he--
-Doing displeasure to the citizens
-By rushing in their houses, bearing thence
-Rings, jewels, any thing his rage did like.
-Once did I get him bound and sent him home,
-Whilst to take order for the wrongs I went,
-That here and there his fury had committed.
-Anon, I wot not by what strong escape,
-He broke from those that had the guard of him;
-And with his mad attendant and himself,
-Each one with ireful passion, with drawn swords,
-Met us again and madly bent on us,
-Chased us away; till, raising of more aid,
-We came again to bind them. Then they fled
-Into this abbey, whither we pursued them:
-And here the abbess shuts the gates on us
-And will not suffer us to fetch him out,
-Nor send him forth that we may bear him hence.
-Therefore, most gracious duke, with thy command
-Let him be brought forth and borne hence for help.
+May it please your grace, Antipholus, my husband,
+Whom I made lord of me and all I had,
+At your important letters,--this ill day
+A most outrageous fit of madness took him;
+That desperately he hurried through the street,
+With him his bondman, all as mad as he--
+Doing displeasure to the citizens
+By rushing in their houses, bearing thence
+Rings, jewels, any thing his rage did like.
+Once did I get him bound and sent him home,
+Whilst to take order for the wrongs I went,
+That here and there his fury had committed.
+Anon, I wot not by what strong escape,
+He broke from those that had the guard of him;
+And with his mad attendant and himself,
+Each one with ireful passion, with drawn swords,
+Met us again and madly bent on us,
+Chased us away; till, raising of more aid,
+We came again to bind them. Then they fled
+Into this abbey, whither we pursued them:
+And here the abbess shuts the gates on us
+And will not suffer us to fetch him out,
+Nor send him forth that we may bear him hence.
+Therefore, most gracious duke, with thy command
+Let him be brought forth and borne hence for help.
DUKE SOLINUS
-Long since thy husband served me in my wars,
-And I to thee engaged a prince's word,
-When thou didst make him master of thy bed,
-To do him all the grace and good I could.
-Go, some of you, knock at the abbey-gate
-And bid the lady abbess come to me.
-I will determine this before I stir.
+Long since thy husband served me in my wars,
+And I to thee engaged a prince's word,
+When thou didst make him master of thy bed,
+To do him all the grace and good I could.
+Go, some of you, knock at the abbey-gate
+And bid the lady abbess come to me.
+I will determine this before I stir.

Enter a Servant

Servant
-O mistress, mistress, shift and save yourself!
-My master and his man are both broke loose,
-Beaten the maids a-row and bound the doctor
-Whose beard they have singed off with brands of fire;
-And ever, as it blazed, they threw on him
-Great pails of puddled mire to quench the hair:
-My master preaches patience to him and the while
-His man with scissors nicks him like a fool,
-And sure, unless you send some present help,
-Between them they will kill the conjurer.
+O mistress, mistress, shift and save yourself!
+My master and his man are both broke loose,
+Beaten the maids a-row and bound the doctor
+Whose beard they have singed off with brands of fire;
+And ever, as it blazed, they threw on him
+Great pails of puddled mire to quench the hair:
+My master preaches patience to him and the while
+His man with scissors nicks him like a fool,
+And sure, unless you send some present help,
+Between them they will kill the conjurer.
ADRIANA
-Peace, fool! thy master and his man are here,
-And that is false thou dost report to us.
+Peace, fool! thy master and his man are here,
+And that is false thou dost report to us.
Servant
-Mistress, upon my life, I tell you true;
-I have not breathed almost since I did see it.
-He cries for you, and vows, if he can take you,
-To scorch your face and to disfigure you.
+Mistress, upon my life, I tell you true;
+I have not breathed almost since I did see it.
+He cries for you, and vows, if he can take you,
+To scorch your face and to disfigure you.

Cry within

-Hark, hark! I hear him, mistress. fly, be gone!
+Hark, hark! I hear him, mistress. fly, be gone!
DUKE SOLINUS
-Come, stand by me; fear nothing. Guard with halberds!
+Come, stand by me; fear nothing. Guard with halberds!
ADRIANA
-Ay me, it is my husband! Witness you,
-That he is borne about invisible:
-Even now we housed him in the abbey here;
-And now he's there, past thought of human reason.
+Ay me, it is my husband! Witness you,
+That he is borne about invisible:
+Even now we housed him in the abbey here;
+And now he's there, past thought of human reason.

Enter ANTIPHOLUS of Ephesus and DROMIO of Ephesus

-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF EPHESUS +ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
-Justice, most gracious duke, O, grant me justice!
-Even for the service that long since I did thee,
-When I bestrid thee in the wars and took
-Deep scars to save thy life; even for the blood
-That then I lost for thee, now grant me justice.
+Justice, most gracious duke, O, grant me justice!
+Even for the service that long since I did thee,
+When I bestrid thee in the wars and took
+Deep scars to save thy life; even for the blood
+That then I lost for thee, now grant me justice.
AEGEON
-Unless the fear of death doth make me dote,
-I see my son Antipholus and Dromio.
-ANTIPHOLUS
+Unless the fear of death doth make me dote,
+I see my son Antipholus and Dromio.
-OF EPHESUS +ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
-Justice, sweet prince, against that woman there!
-She whom thou gavest to me to be my wife,
-That hath abused and dishonour'd me
-Even in the strength and height of injury!
-Beyond imagination is the wrong
-That she this day hath shameless thrown on me.
+Justice, sweet prince, against that woman there!
+She whom thou gavest to me to be my wife,
+That hath abused and dishonour'd me
+Even in the strength and height of injury!
+Beyond imagination is the wrong
+That she this day hath shameless thrown on me.
DUKE SOLINUS
-Discover how, and thou shalt find me just.
-ANTIPHOLUS
+Discover how, and thou shalt find me just.
-OF EPHESUS +ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
-This day, great duke, she shut the doors upon me,
-While she with harlots feasted in my house.
+This day, great duke, she shut the doors upon me,
+While she with harlots feasted in my house.
DUKE SOLINUS
-A grievous fault! Say, woman, didst thou so?
+A grievous fault! Say, woman, didst thou so?
ADRIANA
-No, my good lord: myself, he and my sister
-To-day did dine together. So befall my soul
-As this is false he burdens me withal!
+No, my good lord: myself, he and my sister
+To-day did dine together. So befall my soul
+As this is false he burdens me withal!
LUCIANA
-Ne'er may I look on day, nor sleep on night,
-But she tells to your highness simple truth!
+Ne'er may I look on day, nor sleep on night,
+But she tells to your highness simple truth!
ANGELO
-O perjured woman! They are both forsworn:
-In this the madman justly chargeth them.
-ANTIPHOLUS
-
- -OF EPHESUS -
-My liege, I am advised what I say,
-Neither disturbed with the effect of wine,
-Nor heady-rash, provoked with raging ire,
-Albeit my wrongs might make one wiser mad.
-This woman lock'd me out this day from dinner:
-That goldsmith there, were he not pack'd with her,
-Could witness it, for he was with me then;
-Who parted with me to go fetch a chain,
-Promising to bring it to the Porpentine,
-Where Balthazar and I did dine together.
-Our dinner done, and he not coming thither,
-I went to seek him: in the street I met him
-And in his company that gentleman.
-There did this perjured goldsmith swear me down
-That I this day of him received the chain,
-Which, God he knows, I saw not: for the which
-He did arrest me with an officer.
-I did obey, and sent my peasant home
-For certain ducats: he with none return'd
-Then fairly I bespoke the officer
-To go in person with me to my house.
-By the way we met
-My wife, her sister, and a rabble more
-Of vile confederates. Along with them
-They brought one Pinch, a hungry lean-faced villain,
-A mere anatomy, a mountebank,
-A threadbare juggler and a fortune-teller,
-A needy, hollow-eyed, sharp-looking wretch,
-A dead-looking man: this pernicious slave,
-Forsooth, took on him as a conjurer,
-And, gazing in mine eyes, feeling my pulse,
-And with no face, as 'twere, outfacing me,
-Cries out, I was possess'd. Then all together
-They fell upon me, bound me, bore me thence
-And in a dark and dankish vault at home
-There left me and my man, both bound together;
-Till, gnawing with my teeth my bonds in sunder,
-I gain'd my freedom, and immediately
-Ran hither to your grace; whom I beseech
-To give me ample satisfaction
-For these deep shames and great indignities.
+O perjured woman! They are both forsworn:
+In this the madman justly chargeth them.
+
+ +ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS +
+My liege, I am advised what I say,
+Neither disturbed with the effect of wine,
+Nor heady-rash, provoked with raging ire,
+Albeit my wrongs might make one wiser mad.
+This woman lock'd me out this day from dinner:
+That goldsmith there, were he not pack'd with her,
+Could witness it, for he was with me then;
+Who parted with me to go fetch a chain,
+Promising to bring it to the Porpentine,
+Where Balthazar and I did dine together.
+Our dinner done, and he not coming thither,
+I went to seek him: in the street I met him
+And in his company that gentleman.
+There did this perjured goldsmith swear me down
+That I this day of him received the chain,
+Which, God he knows, I saw not: for the which
+He did arrest me with an officer.
+I did obey, and sent my peasant home
+For certain ducats: he with none return'd
+Then fairly I bespoke the officer
+To go in person with me to my house.
+By the way we met
+My wife, her sister, and a rabble more
+Of vile confederates. Along with them
+They brought one Pinch, a hungry lean-faced villain,
+A mere anatomy, a mountebank,
+A threadbare juggler and a fortune-teller,
+A needy, hollow-eyed, sharp-looking wretch,
+A dead-looking man: this pernicious slave,
+Forsooth, took on him as a conjurer,
+And, gazing in mine eyes, feeling my pulse,
+And with no face, as 'twere, outfacing me,
+Cries out, I was possess'd. Then all together
+They fell upon me, bound me, bore me thence
+And in a dark and dankish vault at home
+There left me and my man, both bound together;
+Till, gnawing with my teeth my bonds in sunder,
+I gain'd my freedom, and immediately
+Ran hither to your grace; whom I beseech
+To give me ample satisfaction
+For these deep shames and great indignities.
ANGELO
-My lord, in truth, thus far I witness with him,
-That he dined not at home, but was lock'd out.
+My lord, in truth, thus far I witness with him,
+That he dined not at home, but was lock'd out.
DUKE SOLINUS
-But had he such a chain of thee or no?
+But had he such a chain of thee or no?
ANGELO
-He had, my lord: and when he ran in here,
-These people saw the chain about his neck.
+He had, my lord: and when he ran in here,
+These people saw the chain about his neck.
Second Merchant
-Besides, I will be sworn these ears of mine
-Heard you confess you had the chain of him
-After you first forswore it on the mart:
-And thereupon I drew my sword on you;
-And then you fled into this abbey here,
-From whence, I think, you are come by miracle.
-ANTIPHOLUS
+Besides, I will be sworn these ears of mine
+Heard you confess you had the chain of him
+After you first forswore it on the mart:
+And thereupon I drew my sword on you;
+And then you fled into this abbey here,
+From whence, I think, you are come by miracle.
-OF EPHESUS +ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
-I never came within these abbey-walls,
-Nor ever didst thou draw thy sword on me:
-I never saw the chain, so help me Heaven!
-And this is false you burden me withal.
+I never came within these abbey-walls,
+Nor ever didst thou draw thy sword on me:
+I never saw the chain, so help me Heaven!
+And this is false you burden me withal.
DUKE SOLINUS
-Why, what an intricate impeach is this!
-I think you all have drunk of Circe's cup.
-If here you housed him, here he would have been;
-If he were mad, he would not plead so coldly:
-You say he dined at home; the goldsmith here
-Denies that saying. Sirrah, what say you?
+Why, what an intricate impeach is this!
+I think you all have drunk of Circe's cup.
+If here you housed him, here he would have been;
+If he were mad, he would not plead so coldly:
+You say he dined at home; the goldsmith here
+Denies that saying. Sirrah, what say you?
DROMIO OF EPHESUS
-Sir, he dined with her there, at the Porpentine.
+Sir, he dined with her there, at the Porpentine.
Courtezan
-He did, and from my finger snatch'd that ring.
-ANTIPHOLUS
+He did, and from my finger snatch'd that ring.
-OF EPHESUS +ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
-'Tis true, my liege; this ring I had of her.
+'Tis true, my liege; this ring I had of her.
DUKE SOLINUS
-Saw'st thou him enter at the abbey here?
+Saw'st thou him enter at the abbey here?
Courtezan
-As sure, my liege, as I do see your grace.
+As sure, my liege, as I do see your grace.
DUKE SOLINUS
-Why, this is strange. Go call the abbess hither.
-I think you are all mated or stark mad.
+Why, this is strange. Go call the abbess hither.
+I think you are all mated or stark mad.

Exit one to Abbess

AEGEON
-Most mighty duke, vouchsafe me speak a word:
-Haply I see a friend will save my life
-And pay the sum that may deliver me.
+Most mighty duke, vouchsafe me speak a word:
+Haply I see a friend will save my life
+And pay the sum that may deliver me.
DUKE SOLINUS
-Speak freely, Syracusian, what thou wilt.
+Speak freely, Syracusian, what thou wilt.
AEGEON
-Is not your name, sir, call'd Antipholus?
-And is not that your bondman, Dromio?
+Is not your name, sir, call'd Antipholus?
+And is not that your bondman, Dromio?
DROMIO OF EPHESUS
-Within this hour I was his bondman sir,
-But he, I thank him, gnaw'd in two my cords:
-Now am I Dromio and his man unbound.
+Within this hour I was his bondman sir,
+But he, I thank him, gnaw'd in two my cords:
+Now am I Dromio and his man unbound.
AEGEON
-I am sure you both of you remember me.
+I am sure you both of you remember me.
DROMIO OF EPHESUS
-Ourselves we do remember, sir, by you;
-For lately we were bound, as you are now
-You are not Pinch's patient, are you, sir?
+Ourselves we do remember, sir, by you;
+For lately we were bound, as you are now
+You are not Pinch's patient, are you, sir?
AEGEON
-Why look you strange on me? you know me well.
+Why look you strange on me? you know me well.
-ANTIPHOLUS +ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
-I never saw you in my life till now.
+I never saw you in my life till now.
AEGEON
-O, grief hath changed me since you saw me last,
-And careful hours with time's deformed hand
-Have written strange defeatures in my face:
-But tell me yet, dost thou not know my voice?
-ANTIPHOLUS
+O, grief hath changed me since you saw me last,
+And careful hours with time's deformed hand
+Have written strange defeatures in my face:
+But tell me yet, dost thou not know my voice?
-OF EPHESUS +ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
-Neither.
+Neither.
AEGEON
-Dromio, nor thou?
+Dromio, nor thou?
DROMIO OF EPHESUS
- No, trust me, sir, nor I.
+ No, trust me, sir, nor I.
AEGEON
-I am sure thou dost.
+I am sure thou dost.
DROMIO OF EPHESUS
-Ay, sir, but I am sure I do not; and whatsoever a
-man denies, you are now bound to believe him.
+Ay, sir, but I am sure I do not; and whatsoever a
+man denies, you are now bound to believe him.
AEGEON
-Not know my voice! O time's extremity,
-Hast thou so crack'd and splitted my poor tongue
-In seven short years, that here my only son
-Knows not my feeble key of untuned cares?
-Though now this grained face of mine be hid
-In sap-consuming winter's drizzled snow,
-And all the conduits of my blood froze up,
-Yet hath my night of life some memory,
-My wasting lamps some fading glimmer left,
-My dull deaf ears a little use to hear:
-All these old witnesses--I cannot err--
-Tell me thou art my son Antipholus.
-ANTIPHOLUS
+Not know my voice! O time's extremity,
+Hast thou so crack'd and splitted my poor tongue
+In seven short years, that here my only son
+Knows not my feeble key of untuned cares?
+Though now this grained face of mine be hid
+In sap-consuming winter's drizzled snow,
+And all the conduits of my blood froze up,
+Yet hath my night of life some memory,
+My wasting lamps some fading glimmer left,
+My dull deaf ears a little use to hear:
+All these old witnesses--I cannot err--
+Tell me thou art my son Antipholus.
-OF EPHESUS +ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
-I never saw my father in my life.
+I never saw my father in my life.
AEGEON
-But seven years since, in Syracusa, boy,
-Thou know'st we parted: but perhaps, my son,
-Thou shamest to acknowledge me in misery.
-ANTIPHOLUS
+But seven years since, in Syracusa, boy,
+Thou know'st we parted: but perhaps, my son,
+Thou shamest to acknowledge me in misery.
-OF EPHESUS +ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
-The duke and all that know me in the city
-Can witness with me that it is not so
-I ne'er saw Syracusa in my life.
+The duke and all that know me in the city
+Can witness with me that it is not so
+I ne'er saw Syracusa in my life.
DUKE SOLINUS
-I tell thee, Syracusian, twenty years
-Have I been patron to Antipholus,
-During which time he ne'er saw Syracusa:
-I see thy age and dangers make thee dote.
+I tell thee, Syracusian, twenty years
+Have I been patron to Antipholus,
+During which time he ne'er saw Syracusa:
+I see thy age and dangers make thee dote.

Re-enter AEMILIA, with ANTIPHOLUS of Syracuse and DROMIO of Syracuse

AEMELIA
-Most mighty duke, behold a man much wrong'd.
+Most mighty duke, behold a man much wrong'd.

All gather to see them

ADRIANA
-I see two husbands, or mine eyes deceive me.
+I see two husbands, or mine eyes deceive me.
DUKE SOLINUS
-One of these men is Genius to the other;
-And so of these. Which is the natural man,
-And which the spirit? who deciphers them?
+One of these men is Genius to the other;
+And so of these. Which is the natural man,
+And which the spirit? who deciphers them?
DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
-I, sir, am Dromio; command him away.
+I, sir, am Dromio; command him away.
DROMIO OF EPHESUS
-I, sir, am Dromio; pray, let me stay.
-ANTIPHOLUS
+I, sir, am Dromio; pray, let me stay.
-OF SYRACUSE +ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
-AEgeon art thou not? or else his ghost?
+AEgeon art thou not? or else his ghost?
DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
-O, my old master! who hath bound him here?
+O, my old master! who hath bound him here?
AEMELIA
-Whoever bound him, I will loose his bonds
-And gain a husband by his liberty.
-Speak, old AEgeon, if thou be'st the man
-That hadst a wife once call'd AEmilia
-That bore thee at a burden two fair sons:
-O, if thou be'st the same AEgeon, speak,
-And speak unto the same AEmilia!
+Whoever bound him, I will loose his bonds
+And gain a husband by his liberty.
+Speak, old AEgeon, if thou be'st the man
+That hadst a wife once call'd AEmilia
+That bore thee at a burden two fair sons:
+O, if thou be'st the same AEgeon, speak,
+And speak unto the same AEmilia!
AEGEON
-If I dream not, thou art AEmilia:
-If thou art she, tell me where is that son
-That floated with thee on the fatal raft?
+If I dream not, thou art AEmilia:
+If thou art she, tell me where is that son
+That floated with thee on the fatal raft?
AEMELIA
-By men of Epidamnum he and I
-And the twin Dromio all were taken up;
-But by and by rude fishermen of Corinth
-By force took Dromio and my son from them
-And me they left with those of Epidamnum.
-What then became of them I cannot tell
-I to this fortune that you see me in.
+By men of Epidamnum he and I
+And the twin Dromio all were taken up;
+But by and by rude fishermen of Corinth
+By force took Dromio and my son from them
+And me they left with those of Epidamnum.
+What then became of them I cannot tell
+I to this fortune that you see me in.
DUKE SOLINUS
-Why, here begins his morning story right;
-These two Antipholuses, these two so like,
-And these two Dromios, one in semblance,--
-Besides her urging of her wreck at sea,--
-These are the parents to these children,
-Which accidentally are met together.
-Antipholus, thou camest from Corinth first?
-ANTIPHOLUS
+Why, here begins his morning story right;
+These two Antipholuses, these two so like,
+And these two Dromios, one in semblance,--
+Besides her urging of her wreck at sea,--
+These are the parents to these children,
+Which accidentally are met together.
+Antipholus, thou camest from Corinth first?
-OF SYRACUSE +ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
-No, sir, not I; I came from Syracuse.
+No, sir, not I; I came from Syracuse.
DUKE SOLINUS
-Stay, stand apart; I know not which is which.
-ANTIPHOLUS
+Stay, stand apart; I know not which is which.
-OF EPHESUS +ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
-I came from Corinth, my most gracious lord,--
+I came from Corinth, my most gracious lord,--
DROMIO OF EPHESUS
-And I with him.
-ANTIPHOLUS
+And I with him.
-OF EPHESUS +ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
-Brought to this town by that most famous warrior,
-Duke Menaphon, your most renowned uncle.
+Brought to this town by that most famous warrior,
+Duke Menaphon, your most renowned uncle.
ADRIANA
-Which of you two did dine with me to-day?
-ANTIPHOLUS
+Which of you two did dine with me to-day?
-OF SYRACUSE +ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
-I, gentle mistress.
+I, gentle mistress.
ADRIANA
-And are not you my husband?
-ANTIPHOLUS
+And are not you my husband?
-OF EPHESUS +ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
-No; I say nay to that.
-ANTIPHOLUS
+No; I say nay to that.
-OF SYRACUSE +ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
-And so do I; yet did she call me so:
-And this fair gentlewoman, her sister here,
-Did call me brother.
+And so do I; yet did she call me so:
+And this fair gentlewoman, her sister here,
+Did call me brother.

To Luciana

-What I told you then,
-I hope I shall have leisure to make good;
-If this be not a dream I see and hear.
+What I told you then,
+I hope I shall have leisure to make good;
+If this be not a dream I see and hear.
ANGELO
-That is the chain, sir, which you had of me.
-ANTIPHOLUS
+That is the chain, sir, which you had of me.
-OF SYRACUSE +ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
-I think it be, sir; I deny it not.
-ANTIPHOLUS
+I think it be, sir; I deny it not.
-OF EPHESUS +ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
-And you, sir, for this chain arrested me.
+And you, sir, for this chain arrested me.
ANGELO
-I think I did, sir; I deny it not.
+I think I did, sir; I deny it not.
ADRIANA
-I sent you money, sir, to be your bail,
-By Dromio; but I think he brought it not.
+I sent you money, sir, to be your bail,
+By Dromio; but I think he brought it not.
DROMIO OF EPHESUS -
-No, none by me.
-ANTIPHOLUS
+ +No, none by me.
-OF SYRACUSE +ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
-This purse of ducats I received from you,
-And Dromio, my man, did bring them me.
-I see we still did meet each other's man,
-And I was ta'en for him, and he for me,
-And thereupon these errors are arose.
-ANTIPHOLUS
+This purse of ducats I received from you,
+And Dromio, my man, did bring them me.
+I see we still did meet each other's man,
+And I was ta'en for him, and he for me,
+And thereupon these errors are arose.
-OF EPHESUS +ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
-These ducats pawn I for my father here.
+These ducats pawn I for my father here.
DUKE SOLINUS
-It shall not need; thy father hath his life.
+It shall not need; thy father hath his life.
Courtezan
-Sir, I must have that diamond from you.
-ANTIPHOLUS
+Sir, I must have that diamond from you.
+ANTIPHOLUS
OF EPHESUS
-There, take it; and much thanks for my good cheer.
+There, take it; and much thanks for my good cheer.
AEMELIA
-Renowned duke, vouchsafe to take the pains
-To go with us into the abbey here
-And hear at large discoursed all our fortunes:
-And all that are assembled in this place,
-That by this sympathized one day's error
-Have suffer'd wrong, go keep us company,
-And we shall make full satisfaction.
-Thirty-three years have I but gone in travail
-Of you, my sons; and till this present hour
-My heavy burden ne'er delivered.
-The duke, my husband and my children both,
-And you the calendars of their nativity,
-Go to a gossips' feast and go with me;
-After so long grief, such festivity!
+Renowned duke, vouchsafe to take the pains
+To go with us into the abbey here
+And hear at large discoursed all our fortunes:
+And all that are assembled in this place,
+That by this sympathized one day's error
+Have suffer'd wrong, go keep us company,
+And we shall make full satisfaction.
+Thirty-three years have I but gone in travail
+Of you, my sons; and till this present hour
+My heavy burden ne'er delivered.
+The duke, my husband and my children both,
+And you the calendars of their nativity,
+Go to a gossips' feast and go with me;
+After so long grief, such festivity!
DUKE SOLINUS
-With all my heart, I'll gossip at this feast.
+With all my heart, I'll gossip at this feast.

Exeunt all but Antipholus of Syracuse, Antipholus of Ephesus, Dromio of Syracuse and Dromio of Ephesus

DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
-Master, shall I fetch your stuff from shipboard?
-ANTIPHOLUS
+Master, shall I fetch your stuff from shipboard?
-OF EPHESUS +ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
-Dromio, what stuff of mine hast thou embark'd?
+Dromio, what stuff of mine hast thou embark'd?
DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
-Your goods that lay at host, sir, in the Centaur.
-ANTIPHOLUS
+Your goods that lay at host, sir, in the Centaur.
-OF SYRACUSE +ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
-He speaks to me. I am your master, Dromio:
-Come, go with us; we'll look to that anon:
-Embrace thy brother there; rejoice with him.
+He speaks to me. I am your master, Dromio:
+Come, go with us; we'll look to that anon:
+Embrace thy brother there; rejoice with him.

Exeunt Antipholus of Syracuse and Antipholus of Ephesus

DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
-There is a fat friend at your master's house,
-That kitchen'd me for you to-day at dinner:
-She now shall be my sister, not my wife.
+There is a fat friend at your master's house,
+That kitchen'd me for you to-day at dinner:
+She now shall be my sister, not my wife.
DROMIO OF EPHESUS
-Methinks you are my glass, and not my brother:
-I see by you I am a sweet-faced youth.
-Will you walk in to see their gossiping?
+Methinks you are my glass, and not my brother:
+I see by you I am a sweet-faced youth.
+Will you walk in to see their gossiping?
DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
-Not I, sir; you are my elder.
+Not I, sir; you are my elder.
DROMIO OF EPHESUS
-That's a question: how shall we try it?
+That's a question: how shall we try it?
DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
-We'll draw cuts for the senior: till then lead thou first.
+We'll draw cuts for the senior: till then lead thou first.
DROMIO OF EPHESUS
-Nay, then, thus:
-We came into the world like brother and brother;
-And now let's go hand in hand, not one before another.
+Nay, then, thus:
+We came into the world like brother and brother;
+And now let's go hand in hand, not one before another.

Exeunt

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SCENE I. A street before a Priory.

DROMIO OF EPHESUS - +
No, none by me.
@@ -946,94 +946,93 @@

SCENE I. A street before a Priory.

Courtezan
Sir, I must have that diamond from you.
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF EPHESUS +ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
-There, take it; and much thanks for my good cheer.
+There, take it; and much thanks for my good cheer.
AEMELIA
-Renowned duke, vouchsafe to take the pains
-To go with us into the abbey here
-And hear at large discoursed all our fortunes:
-And all that are assembled in this place,
-That by this sympathized one day's error
-Have suffer'd wrong, go keep us company,
-And we shall make full satisfaction.
-Thirty-three years have I but gone in travail
-Of you, my sons; and till this present hour
-My heavy burden ne'er delivered.
-The duke, my husband and my children both,
-And you the calendars of their nativity,
-Go to a gossips' feast and go with me;
-After so long grief, such festivity!
+Renowned duke, vouchsafe to take the pains
+To go with us into the abbey here
+And hear at large discoursed all our fortunes:
+And all that are assembled in this place,
+That by this sympathized one day's error
+Have suffer'd wrong, go keep us company,
+And we shall make full satisfaction.
+Thirty-three years have I but gone in travail
+Of you, my sons; and till this present hour
+My heavy burden ne'er delivered.
+The duke, my husband and my children both,
+And you the calendars of their nativity,
+Go to a gossips' feast and go with me;
+After so long grief, such festivity!
DUKE SOLINUS
-With all my heart, I'll gossip at this feast.
+With all my heart, I'll gossip at this feast.

Exeunt all but Antipholus of Syracuse, Antipholus of Ephesus, Dromio of Syracuse and Dromio of Ephesus

DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
-Master, shall I fetch your stuff from shipboard?
+Master, shall I fetch your stuff from shipboard?
ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
-Dromio, what stuff of mine hast thou embark'd?
+Dromio, what stuff of mine hast thou embark'd?
DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
-Your goods that lay at host, sir, in the Centaur.
+Your goods that lay at host, sir, in the Centaur.
ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
-He speaks to me. I am your master, Dromio:
-Come, go with us; we'll look to that anon:
-Embrace thy brother there; rejoice with him.
+He speaks to me. I am your master, Dromio:
+Come, go with us; we'll look to that anon:
+Embrace thy brother there; rejoice with him.

Exeunt Antipholus of Syracuse and Antipholus of Ephesus

DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
-There is a fat friend at your master's house,
-That kitchen'd me for you to-day at dinner:
-She now shall be my sister, not my wife.
+There is a fat friend at your master's house,
+That kitchen'd me for you to-day at dinner:
+She now shall be my sister, not my wife.
DROMIO OF EPHESUS
-Methinks you are my glass, and not my brother:
-I see by you I am a sweet-faced youth.
-Will you walk in to see their gossiping?
+Methinks you are my glass, and not my brother:
+I see by you I am a sweet-faced youth.
+Will you walk in to see their gossiping?
DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
-Not I, sir; you are my elder.
+Not I, sir; you are my elder.
DROMIO OF EPHESUS
-That's a question: how shall we try it?
+That's a question: how shall we try it?
DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
-We'll draw cuts for the senior: till then lead thou first.
+We'll draw cuts for the senior: till then lead thou first.
DROMIO OF EPHESUS
-Nay, then, thus:
-We came into the world like brother and brother;
-And now let's go hand in hand, not one before another.
+Nay, then, thus:
+We came into the world like brother and brother;
+And now let's go hand in hand, not one before another.

Exeunt

From c23c65e46fe554269fb701a434aaefe5d2f6f020 Mon Sep 17 00:00:00 2001 From: Douglas Smith Date: Mon, 10 Feb 2020 13:29:21 -0800 Subject: [PATCH 003/108] changing the links to work locally. --- comedy_errors/comedy_errors.5.1.html | 4 ++-- 1 file changed, 2 insertions(+), 2 deletions(-) diff --git a/comedy_errors/comedy_errors.5.1.html b/comedy_errors/comedy_errors.5.1.html index ef363b8..fc0d02f 100644 --- a/comedy_errors/comedy_errors.5.1.html +++ b/comedy_errors/comedy_errors.5.1.html @@ -13,8 +13,8 @@
The Comedy of Errors
- Shakespeare homepage - | Comedy of Errors + Shakespeare homepage + | Comedy of Errors | Act 5, Scene 1
Previous scene From 691c9a2d5ec8ce7459223b92c04514502f6709c7 Mon Sep 17 00:00:00 2001 From: Douglas Smith Date: Mon, 10 Feb 2020 13:29:47 -0800 Subject: [PATCH 004/108] fixed the names for Antipholus. --- comedy_errors/comedy_errors.1.2.html | 50 +++++++++++----------------- 1 file changed, 19 insertions(+), 31 deletions(-) diff --git a/comedy_errors/comedy_errors.1.2.html b/comedy_errors/comedy_errors.1.2.html index ab772f1..2942dcf 100644 --- a/comedy_errors/comedy_errors.1.2.html +++ b/comedy_errors/comedy_errors.1.2.html @@ -37,18 +37,17 @@

SCENE II. The Mart.

According to the statute of the town,
Dies ere the weary sun set in the west.
There is your money that I had to keep.
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF SYRACUSE +ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
-Go bear it to the Centaur, where we host,
-And stay there, Dromio, till I come to thee.
-Within this hour it will be dinner-time:
-Till that, I'll view the manners of the town,
-Peruse the traders, gaze upon the buildings,
-And then return and sleep within mine inn,
-For with long travel I am stiff and weary.
+Go bear it to the Centaur, where we host,
+And stay there, Dromio, till I come to thee.
+Within this hour it will be dinner-time:
+Till that, I'll view the manners of the town,
+Peruse the traders, gaze upon the buildings,
+And then return and sleep within mine inn,
+For with long travel I am stiff and weary.
Get thee away.
@@ -57,10 +56,9 @@

SCENE II. The Mart.

Many a man would take you at your word,
And go indeed, having so good a mean.

Exit

-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF SYRACUSE +ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
A trusty villain, sir, that very oft,
When I am dull with care and melancholy,
@@ -77,10 +75,9 @@

SCENE II. The Mart.

Please you, I'll meet with you upon the mart
And afterward consort you till bed-time:
My present business calls me from you now.
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF SYRACUSE +ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
Farewell till then: I will go lose myself
And wander up and down to view the city.
@@ -90,10 +87,9 @@

SCENE II. The Mart.

Sir, I commend you to your own content.

Exit

-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF SYRACUSE +ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
He that commends me to mine own content
Commends me to the thing I cannot get.
@@ -120,10 +116,9 @@

SCENE II. The Mart.

You have no stomach having broke your fast;
But we that know what 'tis to fast and pray
Are penitent for your default to-day.
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF SYRACUSE +ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
Stop in your wind, sir: tell me this, I pray:
Where have you left the money that I gave you?
@@ -134,10 +129,9 @@

SCENE II. The Mart.

O,--sixpence, that I had o' Wednesday last
To pay the saddler for my mistress' crupper?
The saddler had it, sir; I kept it not.
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF SYRACUSE +ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
I am not in a sportive humour now:
Tell me, and dally not, where is the money?
@@ -153,10 +147,9 @@

SCENE II. The Mart.

For she will score your fault upon my pate.
Methinks your maw, like mine, should be your clock,
And strike you home without a messenger.
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF SYRACUSE +ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
Come, Dromio, come, these jests are out of season;
Reserve them till a merrier hour than this.
@@ -166,10 +159,9 @@

SCENE II. The Mart.

DROMIO OF EPHESUS
To me, sir? why, you gave no gold to me.
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF SYRACUSE +ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
Come on, sir knave, have done your foolishness,
And tell me how thou hast disposed thy charge.
@@ -180,10 +172,9 @@

SCENE II. The Mart.

My charge was but to fetch you from the mart
Home to your house, the Phoenix, sir, to dinner:
My mistress and her sister stays for you.
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF SYRACUSE +ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
In what safe place you have bestow'd my money,
Or I shall break that merry sconce of yours
@@ -198,10 +189,9 @@

SCENE II. The Mart.

But not a thousand marks between you both.
If I should pay your worship those again,
Perchance you will not bear them patiently.
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF SYRACUSE +ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
Thy mistress' marks? what mistress, slave, hast thou?
@@ -211,10 +201,9 @@

SCENE II. The Mart.

Your worship's wife, my mistress at the Phoenix;
She that doth fast till you come home to dinner,
And prays that you will hie you home to dinner.
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF SYRACUSE +ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
What, wilt thou flout me thus unto my face,
Being forbid? There, take you that, sir knave.
@@ -225,10 +214,9 @@

SCENE II. The Mart.

What mean you, sir? for God's sake, hold your hands!
Nay, and you will not, sir, I'll take my heels.

Exit

-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF SYRACUSE +ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
Upon my life, by some device or other
The villain is o'er-raught of all my money.
From 554016f3e4e886c4dd399785f924e07d0245c7be Mon Sep 17 00:00:00 2001 From: Douglas Smith Date: Mon, 10 Feb 2020 14:46:53 -0800 Subject: [PATCH 005/108] fixed Antipholus for act 2 scene 2. --- comedy_errors/comedy_errors.2.2.html | 110 +++++++++------------------ 1 file changed, 36 insertions(+), 74 deletions(-) diff --git a/comedy_errors/comedy_errors.2.2.html b/comedy_errors/comedy_errors.2.2.html index b5312cb..ab4bac8 100644 --- a/comedy_errors/comedy_errors.2.2.html +++ b/comedy_errors/comedy_errors.2.2.html @@ -26,11 +26,8 @@

SCENE II. A public place.

Enter ANTIPHOLUS of Syracuse
-
-ANTIPHOLUS
-
-OF SYRACUSE +ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
The gold I gave to Dromio is laid up
Safe at the Centaur; and the heedful slave
@@ -50,10 +47,9 @@

SCENE II. A public place.

DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
What answer, sir? when spake I such a word?
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF SYRACUSE +ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
Even now, even here, not half an hour since.
@@ -62,10 +58,9 @@

SCENE II. A public place.

I did not see you since you sent me hence,
Home to the Centaur, with the gold you gave me.
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF SYRACUSE +ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
Villain, thou didst deny the gold's receipt,
And told'st me of a mistress and a dinner;
@@ -76,10 +71,9 @@

SCENE II. A public place.

I am glad to see you in this merry vein:
What means this jest? I pray you, master, tell me.
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF SYRACUSE +ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
Yea, dost thou jeer and flout me in the teeth?
Think'st thou I jest? Hold, take thou that, and that.
@@ -90,10 +84,9 @@

SCENE II. A public place.

Hold, sir, for God's sake! now your jest is earnest:
Upon what bargain do you give it me?
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF SYRACUSE +ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
Because that I familiarly sometimes
Do use you for my fool and chat with you,
@@ -113,10 +106,9 @@

SCENE II. A public place.

long, I must get a sconce for my head and ensconce
it too; or else I shall seek my wit in my shoulders.
But, I pray, sir why am I beaten?
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF SYRACUSE +ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
Dost thou not know?
@@ -124,10 +116,9 @@

SCENE II. A public place.

DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
Nothing, sir, but that I am beaten.
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF SYRACUSE +ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
Shall I tell you why?
@@ -136,10 +127,9 @@

SCENE II. A public place.

Ay, sir, and wherefore; for they say every why hath
a wherefore.
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF SYRACUSE +ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
Why, first,--for flouting me; and then, wherefore--
For urging it the second time to me.
@@ -151,10 +141,9 @@

SCENE II. A public place.

When in the why and the wherefore is neither rhyme
nor reason?
Well, sir, I thank you.
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF SYRACUSE +ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
Thank me, sir, for what?
@@ -162,10 +151,9 @@

SCENE II. A public place.

DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
Marry, sir, for this something that you gave me for nothing.
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF SYRACUSE +ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
I'll make you amends next, to give you nothing for
something. But say, sir, is it dinner-time?
@@ -174,10 +162,9 @@

SCENE II. A public place.

DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
No, sir; I think the meat wants that I have.
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF SYRACUSE +ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
In good time, sir; what's that?
@@ -185,10 +172,9 @@

SCENE II. A public place.

DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
Basting.
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF SYRACUSE +ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
Well, sir, then 'twill be dry.
@@ -196,10 +182,9 @@

SCENE II. A public place.

DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
If it be, sir, I pray you, eat none of it.
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF SYRACUSE +ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
Your reason?
@@ -208,10 +193,9 @@

SCENE II. A public place.

Lest it make you choleric and purchase me another
dry basting.
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF SYRACUSE +ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
Well, sir, learn to jest in good time: there's a
time for all things.
@@ -220,10 +204,9 @@

SCENE II. A public place.

DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
I durst have denied that, before you were so choleric.
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF SYRACUSE +ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
By what rule, sir?
@@ -232,10 +215,9 @@

SCENE II. A public place.

Marry, sir, by a rule as plain as the plain bald
pate of father Time himself.
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF SYRACUSE +ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
Let's hear it.
@@ -244,10 +226,9 @@

SCENE II. A public place.

There's no time for a man to recover his hair that
grows bald by nature.
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF SYRACUSE +ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
May he not do it by fine and recovery?
@@ -256,10 +237,9 @@

SCENE II. A public place.

Yes, to pay a fine for a periwig and recover the
lost hair of another man.
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF SYRACUSE +ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
Why is Time such a niggard of hair, being, as it is,
so plentiful an excrement?
@@ -269,10 +249,9 @@

SCENE II. A public place.

Because it is a blessing that he bestows on beasts;
and what he hath scanted men in hair he hath given them in wit.
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF SYRACUSE +ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
Why, but there's many a man hath more hair than wit.
@@ -280,10 +259,9 @@

SCENE II. A public place.

DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
Not a man of those but he hath the wit to lose his hair.
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF SYRACUSE +ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
Why, thou didst conclude hairy men plain dealers without wit.
@@ -292,10 +270,9 @@

SCENE II. A public place.

The plainer dealer, the sooner lost: yet he loseth
it in a kind of jollity.
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF SYRACUSE +ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
For what reason?
@@ -303,10 +280,9 @@

SCENE II. A public place.

DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
For two; and sound ones too.
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF SYRACUSE +ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
Nay, not sound, I pray you.
@@ -314,10 +290,9 @@

SCENE II. A public place.

DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
Sure ones, then.
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF SYRACUSE +ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
Nay, not sure, in a thing falsing.
@@ -325,10 +300,9 @@

SCENE II. A public place.

DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
Certain ones then.
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF SYRACUSE +ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
Name them.
@@ -338,10 +312,9 @@

SCENE II. A public place.

The one, to save the money that he spends in
trimming; the other, that at dinner they should not
drop in his porridge.
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF SYRACUSE +ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
You would all this time have proved there is no
time for all things.
@@ -351,10 +324,9 @@

SCENE II. A public place.

Marry, and did, sir; namely, no time to recover hair
lost by nature.
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF SYRACUSE +ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
But your reason was not substantial, why there is no
time to recover.
@@ -364,10 +336,9 @@

SCENE II. A public place.

Thus I mend it: Time himself is bald and therefore
to the world's end will have bald followers.
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF SYRACUSE +ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
I knew 'twould be a bald conclusion:
But, soft! who wafts us yonder?
@@ -413,10 +384,9 @@

SCENE II. A public place.

Being strumpeted by thy contagion.
Keep then far league and truce with thy true bed;
I live unstain'd, thou undishonoured.
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF SYRACUSE +ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
Plead you to me, fair dame? I know you not:
In Ephesus I am but two hours old,
@@ -430,10 +400,9 @@

SCENE II. A public place.

Fie, brother! how the world is changed with you!
When were you wont to use my sister thus?
She sent for you by Dromio home to dinner.
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF SYRACUSE +ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
By Dromio?
@@ -448,10 +417,9 @@

SCENE II. A public place.

By thee; and this thou didst return from him,
That he did buffet thee, and, in his blows,
Denied my house for his, me for his wife.
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF SYRACUSE +ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
Did you converse, sir, with this gentlewoman?
What is the course and drift of your compact?
@@ -460,10 +428,9 @@

SCENE II. A public place.

DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
I, sir? I never saw her till this time.
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF SYRACUSE +ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
Villain, thou liest; for even her very words
Didst thou deliver to me on the mart.
@@ -472,10 +439,9 @@

SCENE II. A public place.

DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
I never spake with her in all my life.
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF SYRACUSE +ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
How can she thus then call us by our names,
Unless it be by inspiration.
@@ -496,10 +462,9 @@

SCENE II. A public place.

Usurping ivy, brier, or idle moss;
Who, all for want of pruning, with intrusion
Infect thy sap and live on thy confusion.
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF SYRACUSE +ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
To me she speaks; she moves me for her theme:
What, was I married to her in my dream?
@@ -532,10 +497,9 @@

SCENE II. A public place.

DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
I am transformed, master, am I not?
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF SYRACUSE +ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
I think thou art in mind, and so am I.
@@ -543,10 +507,9 @@

SCENE II. A public place.

DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
Nay, master, both in mind and in my shape.
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF SYRACUSE +ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
Thou hast thine own form.
@@ -579,10 +542,9 @@

SCENE II. A public place.

Sirrah, if any ask you for your master,
Say he dines forth, and let no creature enter.
Come, sister. Dromio, play the porter well.
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF SYRACUSE +ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
Am I in earth, in heaven, or in hell?
Sleeping or waking? mad or well-advised?
From 280e33590fea791dd3aa6a918e08ac33360ecf34 Mon Sep 17 00:00:00 2001 From: Douglas Smith Date: Mon, 10 Feb 2020 14:53:49 -0800 Subject: [PATCH 006/108] fixed Antipholus for act 3 scene 1. --- comedy_errors/comedy_errors.3.1.html | 57 ++++++++++------------------ 1 file changed, 19 insertions(+), 38 deletions(-) diff --git a/comedy_errors/comedy_errors.3.1.html b/comedy_errors/comedy_errors.3.1.html index 4e1dd68..8ebc3af 100644 --- a/comedy_errors/comedy_errors.3.1.html +++ b/comedy_errors/comedy_errors.3.1.html @@ -27,10 +27,9 @@

SCENE I. Before the house of ANTIPHOLUS of Ephesus.

Enter ANTIPHOLUS of Ephesus, DROMIO of Ephesus, ANGELO, and BALTHAZAR
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF EPHESUS +ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
Good Signior Angelo, you must excuse us all;
My wife is shrewish when I keep not hours:
@@ -50,10 +49,9 @@

SCENE I. Before the house of ANTIPHOLUS of Ephesus.

That you beat me at the mart, I have your hand to show:
If the skin were parchment, and the blows you gave were ink,
Your own handwriting would tell you what I think.
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF EPHESUS +ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
I think thou art an ass.
@@ -64,10 +62,9 @@

SCENE I. Before the house of ANTIPHOLUS of Ephesus.

By the wrongs I suffer and the blows I bear.
I should kick, being kick'd; and, being at that pass,
You would keep from my heels and beware of an ass.
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF EPHESUS +ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
You're sad, Signior Balthazar: pray God our cheer
May answer my good will and your good welcome here.
@@ -77,10 +74,9 @@

SCENE I. Before the house of ANTIPHOLUS of Ephesus.

I hold your dainties cheap, sir, and your
welcome dear.
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF EPHESUS +ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
O, Signior Balthazar, either at flesh or fish,
A table full of welcome make scarce one dainty dish.
@@ -89,10 +85,9 @@

SCENE I. Before the house of ANTIPHOLUS of Ephesus.

BALTHAZAR
Good meat, sir, is common; that every churl affords.
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF EPHESUS +ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
And welcome more common; for that's nothing but words.
@@ -100,10 +95,9 @@

SCENE I. Before the house of ANTIPHOLUS of Ephesus.

BALTHAZAR
Small cheer and great welcome makes a merry feast.
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF EPHESUS +ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
Ay, to a niggardly host, and more sparing guest:
But though my cates be mean, take them in good part;
@@ -136,10 +130,9 @@

SCENE I. Before the house of ANTIPHOLUS of Ephesus.

[Within] Let him walk from whence he came, lest he
catch cold on's feet.
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF EPHESUS +ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
Who talks within there? ho, open the door!
@@ -148,10 +141,9 @@

SCENE I. Before the house of ANTIPHOLUS of Ephesus.

[Within] Right, sir; I'll tell you when, an you tell
me wherefore.
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF EPHESUS +ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
Wherefore? for my dinner: I have not dined to-day.
@@ -160,10 +152,9 @@

SCENE I. Before the house of ANTIPHOLUS of Ephesus.

[Within] Nor to-day here you must not; come again
when you may.
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF EPHESUS +ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
What art thou that keepest me out from the house I owe?
@@ -218,10 +209,9 @@

SCENE I. Before the house of ANTIPHOLUS of Ephesus.

answered him well.
-ANTIPHOLUS +ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
Do you hear, you minion? you'll let us in, I hope?
-OF EPHESUS
LUCE @@ -237,10 +227,9 @@

SCENE I. Before the house of ANTIPHOLUS of Ephesus.

DROMIO OF EPHESUS
So, come, help: well struck! there was blow for blow.
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF EPHESUS +ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
Thou baggage, let me in.
@@ -258,10 +247,9 @@

SCENE I. Before the house of ANTIPHOLUS of Ephesus.

LUCE
[Within] Let him knock till it ache.
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF EPHESUS +ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
You'll cry for this, minion, if I beat the door down.
@@ -281,10 +269,9 @@

SCENE I. Before the house of ANTIPHOLUS of Ephesus.

[Within] By my troth, your town is troubled with
unruly boys.
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF EPHESUS +ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
Are you there, wife? you might have come before.
@@ -313,10 +300,9 @@

SCENE I. Before the house of ANTIPHOLUS of Ephesus.

DROMIO OF EPHESUS
They stand at the door, master; bid them welcome hither.
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF EPHESUS +ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
There is something in the wind, that we cannot get in.
@@ -326,10 +312,9 @@

SCENE I. Before the house of ANTIPHOLUS of Ephesus.

You would say so, master, if your garments were thin.
Your cake there is warm within; you stand here in the cold:
It would make a man mad as a buck, to be so bought and sold.
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF EPHESUS +ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
Go fetch me something: I'll break ope the gate.
@@ -361,10 +346,9 @@

SCENE I. Before the house of ANTIPHOLUS of Ephesus.

DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
[Within] Ay, when fowls have no feathers and fish have no fin.
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF EPHESUS +ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
Well, I'll break in: go borrow me a crow.
@@ -374,10 +358,9 @@

SCENE I. Before the house of ANTIPHOLUS of Ephesus.

A crow without feather? Master, mean you so?
For a fish without a fin, there's a fowl without a feather;
If a crow help us in, sirrah, we'll pluck a crow together.
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF EPHESUS +ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
Go get thee gone; fetch me an iron crow.
@@ -406,10 +389,9 @@

SCENE I. Before the house of ANTIPHOLUS of Ephesus.

And dwell upon your grave when you are dead;
For slander lives upon succession,
For ever housed where it gets possession.
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF EPHESUS +ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
You have prevailed: I will depart in quiet,
And, in despite of mirth, mean to be merry.
@@ -433,10 +415,9 @@

SCENE I. Before the house of ANTIPHOLUS of Ephesus.

ANGELO
I'll meet you at that place some hour hence.
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF EPHESUS +ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
Do so. This jest shall cost me some expense.

Exeunt

From 71e13ca1fc23f0c2097ea3a9b7c3e92ee7d6cca2 Mon Sep 17 00:00:00 2001 From: Douglas Smith Date: Mon, 10 Feb 2020 15:03:47 -0800 Subject: [PATCH 007/108] fixed Antipholus for act 3 scene 2. --- comedy_errors/comedy_errors.3.2.html | 92 ++++++++++------------------ 1 file changed, 31 insertions(+), 61 deletions(-) diff --git a/comedy_errors/comedy_errors.3.2.html b/comedy_errors/comedy_errors.3.2.html index 91200fb..8895b30 100644 --- a/comedy_errors/comedy_errors.3.2.html +++ b/comedy_errors/comedy_errors.3.2.html @@ -57,10 +57,9 @@

SCENE II. The same.

Comfort my sister, cheer her, call her wife:
'Tis holy sport to be a little vain,
When the sweet breath of flattery conquers strife.
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF SYRACUSE +ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
Sweet mistress--what your name is else, I know not,
Nor by what wonder you do hit of mine,--
@@ -91,10 +90,9 @@

SCENE II. The same.

LUCIANA
What, are you mad, that you do reason so?
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF SYRACUSE +ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
Not mad, but mated; how, I do not know.
@@ -102,10 +100,9 @@

SCENE II. The same.

LUCIANA
It is a fault that springeth from your eye.
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF SYRACUSE +ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
For gazing on your beams, fair sun, being by.
@@ -113,10 +110,9 @@

SCENE II. The same.

LUCIANA
Gaze where you should, and that will clear your sight.
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF SYRACUSE +ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
As good to wink, sweet love, as look on night.
@@ -124,10 +120,9 @@

SCENE II. The same.

LUCIANA
Why call you me love? call my sister so.
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF SYRACUSE +ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
Thy sister's sister.
@@ -135,10 +130,9 @@

SCENE II. The same.

LUCIANA
That's my sister.
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF SYRACUSE +ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
No;
It is thyself, mine own self's better part,
@@ -150,10 +144,9 @@

SCENE II. The same.

LUCIANA
All this my sister is, or else should be.
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF SYRACUSE +ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
Call thyself sister, sweet, for I am thee.
Thee will I love and with thee lead my life:
@@ -167,10 +160,9 @@

SCENE II. The same.

I'll fetch my sister, to get her good will.

Exit

Enter DROMIO of Syracuse

-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF SYRACUSE +ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
Why, how now, Dromio! where runn'st thou so fast?
@@ -179,10 +171,9 @@

SCENE II. The same.

Do you know me, sir? am I Dromio? am I your man?
am I myself?
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF SYRACUSE +ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
Thou art Dromio, thou art my man, thou art thyself.
@@ -192,7 +183,7 @@

SCENE II. The same.

I am an ass, I am a woman's man and besides myself.
-ANTIPHOLUS +ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
What woman's man? and how besides thyself? besides thyself?
@@ -201,10 +192,9 @@

SCENE II. The same.

Marry, sir, besides myself, I am due to a woman; one
that claims me, one that haunts me, one that will have me.
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF SYRACUSE +ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
What claim lays she to thee?
@@ -215,10 +205,9 @@

SCENE II. The same.

horse; and she would have me as a beast: not that, I
being a beast, she would have me; but that she,
being a very beastly creature, lays claim to me.
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF SYRACUSE +ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
What is she?
@@ -229,10 +218,9 @@

SCENE II. The same.

not speak of without he say 'Sir-reverence.' I have
but lean luck in the match, and yet is she a
wondrous fat marriage.
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF SYRACUSE +ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
How dost thou mean a fat marriage?
@@ -245,10 +233,9 @@

SCENE II. The same.

warrant, her rags and the tallow in them will burn a
Poland winter: if she lives till doomsday,
she'll burn a week longer than the whole world.
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF SYRACUSE +ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
What complexion is she of?
@@ -258,10 +245,9 @@

SCENE II. The same.

Swart, like my shoe, but her face nothing half so
clean kept: for why, she sweats; a man may go over
shoes in the grime of it.
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF SYRACUSE +ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
That's a fault that water will mend.
@@ -269,10 +255,9 @@

SCENE II. The same.

DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
No, sir, 'tis in grain; Noah's flood could not do it.
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF SYRACUSE +ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
What's her name?
@@ -282,10 +267,9 @@

SCENE II. The same.

Nell, sir; but her name and three quarters, that's
an ell and three quarters, will not measure her from
hip to hip.
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF SYRACUSE +ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
Then she bears some breadth?
@@ -295,10 +279,9 @@

SCENE II. The same.

No longer from head to foot than from hip to hip:
she is spherical, like a globe; I could find out
countries in her.
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF SYRACUSE +ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
In what part of her body stands Ireland?
@@ -306,10 +289,9 @@

SCENE II. The same.

DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
Marry, in her buttocks: I found it out by the bogs.
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF SYRACUSE +ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
Where Scotland?
@@ -317,10 +299,9 @@

SCENE II. The same.

DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
I found it by the barrenness; hard in the palm of the hand.
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF SYRACUSE +ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
Where France?
@@ -329,10 +310,9 @@

SCENE II. The same.

In her forehead; armed and reverted, making war
against her heir.
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF SYRACUSE +ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
Where England?
@@ -342,10 +322,9 @@

SCENE II. The same.

I looked for the chalky cliffs, but I could find no
whiteness in them; but I guess it stood in her chin,
by the salt rheum that ran between France and it.
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF SYRACUSE +ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
Where Spain?
@@ -353,10 +332,9 @@

SCENE II. The same.

DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
Faith, I saw it not; but I felt it hot in her breath.
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF SYRACUSE +ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
Where America, the Indies?
@@ -367,10 +345,9 @@

SCENE II. The same.

rubies, carbuncles, sapphires, declining their rich
aspect to the hot breath of Spain; who sent whole
armadoes of caracks to be ballast at her nose.
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF SYRACUSE +ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
Where stood Belgia, the Netherlands?
@@ -387,10 +364,9 @@

SCENE II. The same.

faith and my heart of steel,
She had transform'd me to a curtal dog and made
me turn i' the wheel.
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF SYRACUSE +ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
Go hie thee presently, post to the road:
An if the wind blow any way from shore,
@@ -406,10 +382,9 @@

SCENE II. The same.

As from a bear a man would run for life,
So fly I from her that would be my wife.

Exit

-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF SYRACUSE +ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
There's none but witches do inhabit here;
And therefore 'tis high time that I were hence.
@@ -426,10 +401,9 @@

SCENE II. The same.

ANGELO
Master Antipholus,--
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF SYRACUSE +ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
Ay, that's my name.
@@ -439,10 +413,9 @@

SCENE II. The same.

I know it well, sir, lo, here is the chain.
I thought to have ta'en you at the Porpentine:
The chain unfinish'd made me stay thus long.
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF SYRACUSE +ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
What is your will that I shall do with this?
@@ -450,10 +423,9 @@

SCENE II. The same.

ANGELO
What please yourself, sir: I have made it for you.
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF SYRACUSE +ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
Made it for me, sir! I bespoke it not.
@@ -464,10 +436,9 @@

SCENE II. The same.

Go home with it and please your wife withal;
And soon at supper-time I'll visit you
And then receive my money for the chain.
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF SYRACUSE +ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
I pray you, sir, receive the money now,
For fear you ne'er see chain nor money more.
@@ -477,10 +448,9 @@

SCENE II. The same.

You are a merry man, sir: fare you well.

Exit

-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF SYRACUSE +ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
What I should think of this, I cannot tell:
But this I think, there's no man is so vain
From 02e01d254ce8bff18c15b8bef8e79c90f3acd517 Mon Sep 17 00:00:00 2001 From: Douglas Smith Date: Mon, 10 Feb 2020 15:06:03 -0800 Subject: [PATCH 008/108] fixed Antipholus for act 4 scene 1. --- comedy_errors/comedy_errors.4.1.html | 48 ++++++++++------------------ 1 file changed, 16 insertions(+), 32 deletions(-) diff --git a/comedy_errors/comedy_errors.4.1.html b/comedy_errors/comedy_errors.4.1.html index a7c87d2..10a28b4 100644 --- a/comedy_errors/comedy_errors.4.1.html +++ b/comedy_errors/comedy_errors.4.1.html @@ -52,10 +52,9 @@

SCENE I. A public place.

Officer
That labour may you save: see where he comes.
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF EPHESUS +ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
While I go to the goldsmith's house, go thou
And buy a rope's end: that will I bestow
@@ -69,10 +68,9 @@

SCENE I. A public place.

I buy a thousand pound a year: I buy a rope.

Exit

-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF EPHESUS +ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
A man is well holp up that trusts to you:
I promised your presence and the chain;
@@ -90,10 +88,9 @@

SCENE I. A public place.

Than I stand debted to this gentleman:
I pray you, see him presently discharged,
For he is bound to sea and stays but for it.
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF EPHESUS +ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
I am not furnish'd with the present money;
Besides, I have some business in the town.
@@ -106,10 +103,9 @@

SCENE I. A public place.

ANGELO
Then you will bring the chain to her yourself?
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF EPHESUS +ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
No; bear it with you, lest I come not time enough.
@@ -117,10 +113,9 @@

SCENE I. A public place.

ANGELO
Well, sir, I will. Have you the chain about you?
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF EPHESUS +ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
An if I have not, sir, I hope you have;
Or else you may return without your money.
@@ -131,10 +126,9 @@

SCENE I. A public place.

Nay, come, I pray you, sir, give me the chain:
Both wind and tide stays for this gentleman,
And I, to blame, have held him here too long.
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF EPHESUS +ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
Good Lord! you use this dalliance to excuse
Your breach of promise to the Porpentine.
@@ -150,10 +144,9 @@

SCENE I. A public place.

ANGELO
You hear how he importunes me;--the chain!
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF EPHESUS +ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
Why, give it to my wife and fetch your money.
@@ -162,10 +155,9 @@

SCENE I. A public place.

Come, come, you know I gave it you even now.
Either send the chain or send me by some token.
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF EPHESUS +ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
Fie, now you run this humour out of breath,
where's the chain? I pray you, let me see it.
@@ -176,10 +168,9 @@

SCENE I. A public place.

My business cannot brook this dalliance.
Good sir, say whether you'll answer me or no:
If not, I'll leave him to the officer.
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF EPHESUS +ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
I answer you! what should I answer you?
@@ -187,10 +178,9 @@

SCENE I. A public place.

ANGELO
The money that you owe me for the chain.
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF EPHESUS +ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
I owe you none till I receive the chain.
@@ -198,10 +188,9 @@

SCENE I. A public place.

ANGELO
You know I gave it you half an hour since.
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF EPHESUS +ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
You gave me none: you wrong me much to say so.
@@ -227,10 +216,9 @@

SCENE I. A public place.

This touches me in reputation.
Either consent to pay this sum for me
Or I attach you by this officer.
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF EPHESUS +ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
Consent to pay thee that I never had!
Arrest me, foolish fellow, if thou darest.
@@ -246,10 +234,9 @@

SCENE I. A public place.

Officer
I do arrest you, sir: you hear the suit.
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF EPHESUS +ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
I do obey thee till I give thee bail.
But, sirrah, you shall buy this sport as dear
@@ -273,10 +260,9 @@

SCENE I. A public place.

The ship is in her trim; the merry wind
Blows fair from land: they stay for nought at all
But for their owner, master, and yourself.
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF EPHESUS +ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
How now! a madman! Why, thou peevish sheep,
What ship of Epidamnum stays for me?
@@ -285,10 +271,9 @@

SCENE I. A public place.

DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
A ship you sent me to, to hire waftage.
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF EPHESUS +ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
Thou drunken slave, I sent thee for a rope;
And told thee to what purpose and what end.
@@ -298,10 +283,9 @@

SCENE I. A public place.

You sent me for a rope's end as soon:
You sent me to the bay, sir, for a bark.
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF EPHESUS +ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
I will debate this matter at more leisure
And teach your ears to list me with more heed.
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SCENE IV. A street.

Enter ANTIPHOLUS of Ephesus and the Officer
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF EPHESUS +ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
Fear me not, man; I will not break away:
I'll give thee, ere I leave thee, so much money,
@@ -47,10 +46,9 @@

SCENE IV. A street.

DROMIO OF EPHESUS
Here's that, I warrant you, will pay them all.
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF EPHESUS +ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
But where's the money?
@@ -58,10 +56,9 @@

SCENE IV. A street.

DROMIO OF EPHESUS
Why, sir, I gave the money for the rope.
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF EPHESUS +ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
Five hundred ducats, villain, for a rope?
@@ -69,10 +66,9 @@

SCENE IV. A street.

DROMIO OF EPHESUS
I'll serve you, sir, five hundred at the rate.
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF EPHESUS +ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
To what end did I bid thee hie thee home?
@@ -80,10 +76,9 @@

SCENE IV. A street.

DROMIO OF EPHESUS
To a rope's-end, sir; and to that end am I returned.
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF EPHESUS +ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
And to that end, sir, I will welcome you.

Beating him

@@ -107,10 +102,9 @@

SCENE IV. A street.

DROMIO OF EPHESUS
Nay, rather persuade him to hold his hands.
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF EPHESUS +ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
Thou whoreson, senseless villain!
@@ -121,7 +115,7 @@

SCENE IV. A street.

your blows.
-ANTIPHOLUS +ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
Thou art sensible in nothing but blows, and so is an
ass.
@@ -140,10 +134,9 @@

SCENE IV. A street.

I return; nay, I bear it on my shoulders, as a
beggar wont her brat; and, I think when he hath
lamed me, I shall beg with it from door to door.
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF EPHESUS +ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
Come, go along; my wife is coming yonder.

Enter ADRIANA, LUCIANA, the Courtezan, and PINCH

@@ -154,10 +147,9 @@

SCENE IV. A street.

Mistress, 'respice finem,' respect your end; or
rather, the prophecy like the parrot, 'beware the
rope's-end.'
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF EPHESUS +ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
Wilt thou still talk?

Beating him

@@ -189,10 +181,9 @@

SCENE IV. A street.

PINCH
Give me your hand and let me feel your pulse.
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF EPHESUS +ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
There is my hand, and let it feel your ear.

Striking him

@@ -204,10 +195,9 @@

SCENE IV. A street.

To yield possession to my holy prayers
And to thy state of darkness hie thee straight:
I conjure thee by all the saints in heaven!
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF EPHESUS +ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
Peace, doting wizard, peace! I am not mad.
@@ -215,10 +205,9 @@

SCENE IV. A street.

ADRIANA
O, that thou wert not, poor distressed soul!
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF EPHESUS +ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
You minion, you, are these your customers?
Did this companion with the saffron face
@@ -232,10 +221,9 @@

SCENE IV. A street.

O husband, God doth know you dined at home;
Where would you had remain'd until this time,
Free from these slanders and this open shame!
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF EPHESUS +ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
Dined at home! Thou villain, what sayest thou?
@@ -243,10 +231,9 @@

SCENE IV. A street.

DROMIO OF EPHESUS
Sir, sooth to say, you did not dine at home.
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF EPHESUS +ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
Were not my doors lock'd up and I shut out?
@@ -254,10 +241,9 @@

SCENE IV. A street.

DROMIO OF EPHESUS
Perdie, your doors were lock'd and you shut out.
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF EPHESUS +ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
And did not she herself revile me there?
@@ -265,10 +251,9 @@

SCENE IV. A street.

DROMIO OF EPHESUS
Sans fable, she herself reviled you there.
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF EPHESUS +ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
Did not her kitchen-maid rail, taunt, and scorn me?
@@ -276,10 +261,9 @@

SCENE IV. A street.

DROMIO OF EPHESUS
Certes, she did; the kitchen-vestal scorn'd you.
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF EPHESUS +ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
And did not I in rage depart from thence?
@@ -299,10 +283,9 @@

SCENE IV. A street.

It is no shame: the fellow finds his vein,
And yielding to him humours well his frenzy.
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF EPHESUS +ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
Thou hast suborn'd the goldsmith to arrest me.
@@ -317,10 +300,9 @@

SCENE IV. A street.

Money by me! heart and goodwill you might;
But surely master, not a rag of money.
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF EPHESUS +ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
Went'st not thou to her for a purse of ducats?
@@ -346,10 +328,9 @@

SCENE IV. A street.

Mistress, both man and master is possess'd;
I know it by their pale and deadly looks:
They must be bound and laid in some dark room.
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF EPHESUS +ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
Say, wherefore didst thou lock me forth to-day?
And why dost thou deny the bag of gold?
@@ -369,10 +350,9 @@

SCENE IV. A street.

ADRIANA
Dissembling villain, thou speak'st false in both.
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF EPHESUS +ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
Dissembling harlot, thou art false in all;
And art confederate with a damned pack
@@ -395,10 +375,9 @@

SCENE IV. A street.

LUCIANA
Ay me, poor man, how pale and wan he looks!
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF EPHESUS +ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
What, will you murder me? Thou gaoler, thou,
I am thy prisoner: wilt thou suffer them
@@ -437,10 +416,9 @@

SCENE IV. A street.

And, knowing how the debt grows, I will pay it.
Good master doctor, see him safe convey'd
Home to my house. O most unhappy day!
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF EPHESUS +ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
O most unhappy strumpet!
@@ -448,10 +426,9 @@

SCENE IV. A street.

DROMIO OF EPHESUS
Master, I am here entered in bond for you.
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF EPHESUS +ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
Out on thee, villain! wherefore dost thou mad me?
@@ -535,10 +512,9 @@

SCENE IV. A street.

Away! they'll kill us.

Exeunt all but Antipholus of Syracuse and Dromio of Syracuse

-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF SYRACUSE +ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
I see these witches are afraid of swords.
@@ -546,10 +522,9 @@

SCENE IV. A street.

DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
She that would be your wife now ran from you.
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF SYRACUSE +ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
Come to the Centaur; fetch our stuff from thence:
I long that we were safe and sound aboard.
@@ -563,10 +538,9 @@

SCENE IV. A street.

the mountain of mad flesh that claims marriage of
me, I could find in my heart to stay here still and
turn witch.
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF SYRACUSE +ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
I will not stay to-night for all the town;
Therefore away, to get our stuff aboard.
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SCENE III. A public place.

-Enter ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE +Enter ANTIPHOLUS of Syracuse
ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE @@ -40,7 +40,7 @@

SCENE III. A public place.

And therewithal took measure of my body.
Sure, these are but imaginary wiles
And Lapland sorcerers inhabit here.
-

Enter DROMIO OF SYRACUSE

+

Enter DROMIO of Syracuse

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The Comedy of Errors
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Next scene @@ -234,8 +234,8 @@

SCENE I. A hall in DUKE SOLINUS'S palace.

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SCENE II. The Mart.

Exit

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SCENE I. The house of ANTIPHOLUS of Ephesus.

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SCENE II. A public place.

Exeunt

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SCENE I. Before the house of ANTIPHOLUS of Ephesus.

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SCENE II. The same.

Exit

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SCENE I. A public place.

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SCENE II. The house of ANTIPHOLUS of Ephesus.

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SCENE III. A public place.

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SCENE IV. A street.

Exeunt

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SCENE I. A street before a Priory.

We came into the world like brother and brother;
And now let's go hand in hand, not one before another.

Exeunt

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@@ -245,10 +245,9 @@

SCENE II. The Mart.

According to the statute of the town,
Dies ere the weary sun set in the west.
There is your money that I had to keep.
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF SYRACUSE +ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
Go bear it to the Centaur, where we host,
And stay there, Dromio, till I come to thee.
@@ -265,10 +264,9 @@

SCENE II. The Mart.

Many a man would take you at your word,
And go indeed, having so good a mean.

Exit

-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF SYRACUSE +ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
A trusty villain, sir, that very oft,
When I am dull with care and melancholy,
@@ -285,10 +283,9 @@

SCENE II. The Mart.

Please you, I'll meet with you upon the mart
And afterward consort you till bed-time:
My present business calls me from you now.
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF SYRACUSE +ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
Farewell till then: I will go lose myself
And wander up and down to view the city.
@@ -298,10 +295,9 @@

SCENE II. The Mart.

Sir, I commend you to your own content.

Exit

-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF SYRACUSE +ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
He that commends me to mine own content
Commends me to the thing I cannot get.
@@ -328,10 +324,9 @@

SCENE II. The Mart.

You have no stomach having broke your fast;
But we that know what 'tis to fast and pray
Are penitent for your default to-day.
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF SYRACUSE +ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
Stop in your wind, sir: tell me this, I pray:
Where have you left the money that I gave you?
@@ -342,10 +337,9 @@

SCENE II. The Mart.

O,--sixpence, that I had o' Wednesday last
To pay the saddler for my mistress' crupper?
The saddler had it, sir; I kept it not.
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF SYRACUSE +ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
I am not in a sportive humour now:
Tell me, and dally not, where is the money?
@@ -361,10 +355,9 @@

SCENE II. The Mart.

For she will score your fault upon my pate.
Methinks your maw, like mine, should be your clock,
And strike you home without a messenger.
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF SYRACUSE +ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
Come, Dromio, come, these jests are out of season;
Reserve them till a merrier hour than this.
@@ -374,10 +367,9 @@

SCENE II. The Mart.

DROMIO OF EPHESUS
To me, sir? why, you gave no gold to me.
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF SYRACUSE +ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
Come on, sir knave, have done your foolishness,
And tell me how thou hast disposed thy charge.
@@ -388,10 +380,9 @@

SCENE II. The Mart.

My charge was but to fetch you from the mart
Home to your house, the Phoenix, sir, to dinner:
My mistress and her sister stays for you.
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF SYRACUSE +ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
In what safe place you have bestow'd my money,
Or I shall break that merry sconce of yours
@@ -406,10 +397,9 @@

SCENE II. The Mart.

But not a thousand marks between you both.
If I should pay your worship those again,
Perchance you will not bear them patiently.
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF SYRACUSE +ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
Thy mistress' marks? what mistress, slave, hast thou?
@@ -419,10 +409,9 @@

SCENE II. The Mart.

Your worship's wife, my mistress at the Phoenix;
She that doth fast till you come home to dinner,
And prays that you will hie you home to dinner.
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF SYRACUSE +ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
What, wilt thou flout me thus unto my face,
Being forbid? There, take you that, sir knave.
@@ -433,10 +422,9 @@

SCENE II. The Mart.

What mean you, sir? for God's sake, hold your hands!
Nay, and you will not, sir, I'll take my heels.

Exit

-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF SYRACUSE +ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
Upon my life, by some device or other
The villain is o'er-raught of all my money.
@@ -735,11 +723,8 @@

SCENE II. A public place.

Enter ANTIPHOLUS of Syracuse
-
-ANTIPHOLUS
-
-OF SYRACUSE +ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
The gold I gave to Dromio is laid up
Safe at the Centaur; and the heedful slave
@@ -759,10 +744,9 @@

SCENE II. A public place.

DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
What answer, sir? when spake I such a word?
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF SYRACUSE +ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
Even now, even here, not half an hour since.
@@ -771,10 +755,9 @@

SCENE II. A public place.

I did not see you since you sent me hence,
Home to the Centaur, with the gold you gave me.
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF SYRACUSE +ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
Villain, thou didst deny the gold's receipt,
And told'st me of a mistress and a dinner;
@@ -785,10 +768,9 @@

SCENE II. A public place.

I am glad to see you in this merry vein:
What means this jest? I pray you, master, tell me.
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF SYRACUSE +ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
Yea, dost thou jeer and flout me in the teeth?
Think'st thou I jest? Hold, take thou that, and that.
@@ -799,10 +781,9 @@

SCENE II. A public place.

Hold, sir, for God's sake! now your jest is earnest:
Upon what bargain do you give it me?
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF SYRACUSE +ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
Because that I familiarly sometimes
Do use you for my fool and chat with you,
@@ -822,10 +803,9 @@

SCENE II. A public place.

long, I must get a sconce for my head and ensconce
it too; or else I shall seek my wit in my shoulders.
But, I pray, sir why am I beaten?
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF SYRACUSE +ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
Dost thou not know?
@@ -833,10 +813,9 @@

SCENE II. A public place.

DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
Nothing, sir, but that I am beaten.
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF SYRACUSE +ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
Shall I tell you why?
@@ -845,10 +824,9 @@

SCENE II. A public place.

Ay, sir, and wherefore; for they say every why hath
a wherefore.
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF SYRACUSE +ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
Why, first,--for flouting me; and then, wherefore--
For urging it the second time to me.
@@ -860,10 +838,9 @@

SCENE II. A public place.

When in the why and the wherefore is neither rhyme
nor reason?
Well, sir, I thank you.
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF SYRACUSE +ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
Thank me, sir, for what?
@@ -871,10 +848,9 @@

SCENE II. A public place.

DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
Marry, sir, for this something that you gave me for nothing.
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF SYRACUSE +ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
I'll make you amends next, to give you nothing for
something. But say, sir, is it dinner-time?
@@ -883,10 +859,9 @@

SCENE II. A public place.

DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
No, sir; I think the meat wants that I have.
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF SYRACUSE +ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
In good time, sir; what's that?
@@ -894,10 +869,9 @@

SCENE II. A public place.

DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
Basting.
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF SYRACUSE +ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
Well, sir, then 'twill be dry.
@@ -905,10 +879,9 @@

SCENE II. A public place.

DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
If it be, sir, I pray you, eat none of it.
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF SYRACUSE +ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
Your reason?
@@ -917,10 +890,9 @@

SCENE II. A public place.

Lest it make you choleric and purchase me another
dry basting.
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF SYRACUSE +ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
Well, sir, learn to jest in good time: there's a
time for all things.
@@ -929,10 +901,9 @@

SCENE II. A public place.

DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
I durst have denied that, before you were so choleric.
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF SYRACUSE +ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
By what rule, sir?
@@ -941,10 +912,9 @@

SCENE II. A public place.

Marry, sir, by a rule as plain as the plain bald
pate of father Time himself.
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF SYRACUSE +ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
Let's hear it.
@@ -953,10 +923,9 @@

SCENE II. A public place.

There's no time for a man to recover his hair that
grows bald by nature.
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF SYRACUSE +ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
May he not do it by fine and recovery?
@@ -965,10 +934,9 @@

SCENE II. A public place.

Yes, to pay a fine for a periwig and recover the
lost hair of another man.
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF SYRACUSE +ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
Why is Time such a niggard of hair, being, as it is,
so plentiful an excrement?
@@ -978,10 +946,9 @@

SCENE II. A public place.

Because it is a blessing that he bestows on beasts;
and what he hath scanted men in hair he hath given them in wit.
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF SYRACUSE +ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
Why, but there's many a man hath more hair than wit.
@@ -989,10 +956,9 @@

SCENE II. A public place.

DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
Not a man of those but he hath the wit to lose his hair.
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF SYRACUSE +ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
Why, thou didst conclude hairy men plain dealers without wit.
@@ -1001,10 +967,9 @@

SCENE II. A public place.

The plainer dealer, the sooner lost: yet he loseth
it in a kind of jollity.
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF SYRACUSE +ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
For what reason?
@@ -1012,10 +977,9 @@

SCENE II. A public place.

DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
For two; and sound ones too.
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF SYRACUSE +ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
Nay, not sound, I pray you.
@@ -1023,10 +987,9 @@

SCENE II. A public place.

DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
Sure ones, then.
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF SYRACUSE +ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
Nay, not sure, in a thing falsing.
@@ -1034,10 +997,9 @@

SCENE II. A public place.

DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
Certain ones then.
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF SYRACUSE +ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
Name them.
@@ -1047,10 +1009,9 @@

SCENE II. A public place.

The one, to save the money that he spends in
trimming; the other, that at dinner they should not
drop in his porridge.
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF SYRACUSE +ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
You would all this time have proved there is no
time for all things.
@@ -1060,10 +1021,9 @@

SCENE II. A public place.

Marry, and did, sir; namely, no time to recover hair
lost by nature.
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF SYRACUSE +ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
But your reason was not substantial, why there is no
time to recover.
@@ -1073,10 +1033,9 @@

SCENE II. A public place.

Thus I mend it: Time himself is bald and therefore
to the world's end will have bald followers.
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF SYRACUSE +ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
I knew 'twould be a bald conclusion:
But, soft! who wafts us yonder?
@@ -1122,10 +1081,9 @@

SCENE II. A public place.

Being strumpeted by thy contagion.
Keep then far league and truce with thy true bed;
I live unstain'd, thou undishonoured.
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF SYRACUSE +ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
Plead you to me, fair dame? I know you not:
In Ephesus I am but two hours old,
@@ -1139,10 +1097,9 @@

SCENE II. A public place.

Fie, brother! how the world is changed with you!
When were you wont to use my sister thus?
She sent for you by Dromio home to dinner.
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF SYRACUSE +ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
By Dromio?
@@ -1157,10 +1114,9 @@

SCENE II. A public place.

By thee; and this thou didst return from him,
That he did buffet thee, and, in his blows,
Denied my house for his, me for his wife.
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF SYRACUSE +ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
Did you converse, sir, with this gentlewoman?
What is the course and drift of your compact?
@@ -1169,10 +1125,9 @@

SCENE II. A public place.

DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
I, sir? I never saw her till this time.
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF SYRACUSE +ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
Villain, thou liest; for even her very words
Didst thou deliver to me on the mart.
@@ -1181,10 +1136,9 @@

SCENE II. A public place.

DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
I never spake with her in all my life.
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF SYRACUSE +ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
How can she thus then call us by our names,
Unless it be by inspiration.
@@ -1205,10 +1159,9 @@

SCENE II. A public place.

Usurping ivy, brier, or idle moss;
Who, all for want of pruning, with intrusion
Infect thy sap and live on thy confusion.
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF SYRACUSE +ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
To me she speaks; she moves me for her theme:
What, was I married to her in my dream?
@@ -1241,10 +1194,9 @@

SCENE II. A public place.

DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
I am transformed, master, am I not?
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF SYRACUSE +ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
I think thou art in mind, and so am I.
@@ -1252,10 +1204,9 @@

SCENE II. A public place.

DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
Nay, master, both in mind and in my shape.
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF SYRACUSE +ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
Thou hast thine own form.
@@ -1288,10 +1239,9 @@

SCENE II. A public place.

Sirrah, if any ask you for your master,
Say he dines forth, and let no creature enter.
Come, sister. Dromio, play the porter well.
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF SYRACUSE +ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
Am I in earth, in heaven, or in hell?
Sleeping or waking? mad or well-advised?
@@ -1320,11 +1270,8 @@

SCENE I. Before the house of ANTIPHOLUS of Ephesus.

Enter ANTIPHOLUS of Ephesus, DROMIO of Ephesus, ANGELO, and BALTHAZAR
-
-ANTIPHOLUS
-
-OF EPHESUS +ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
Good Signior Angelo, you must excuse us all;
My wife is shrewish when I keep not hours:
@@ -1344,10 +1291,9 @@

SCENE I. Before the house of ANTIPHOLUS of Ephesus.

That you beat me at the mart, I have your hand to show:
If the skin were parchment, and the blows you gave were ink,
Your own handwriting would tell you what I think.
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF EPHESUS +ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
I think thou art an ass.
@@ -1358,10 +1304,9 @@

SCENE I. Before the house of ANTIPHOLUS of Ephesus.

By the wrongs I suffer and the blows I bear.
I should kick, being kick'd; and, being at that pass,
You would keep from my heels and beware of an ass.
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF EPHESUS +ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
You're sad, Signior Balthazar: pray God our cheer
May answer my good will and your good welcome here.
@@ -1371,10 +1316,9 @@

SCENE I. Before the house of ANTIPHOLUS of Ephesus.

I hold your dainties cheap, sir, and your
welcome dear.
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF EPHESUS +ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
O, Signior Balthazar, either at flesh or fish,
A table full of welcome make scarce one dainty dish.
@@ -1383,10 +1327,9 @@

SCENE I. Before the house of ANTIPHOLUS of Ephesus.

BALTHAZAR
Good meat, sir, is common; that every churl affords.
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF EPHESUS +ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
And welcome more common; for that's nothing but words.
@@ -1394,10 +1337,9 @@

SCENE I. Before the house of ANTIPHOLUS of Ephesus.

BALTHAZAR
Small cheer and great welcome makes a merry feast.
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF EPHESUS +ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
Ay, to a niggardly host, and more sparing guest:
But though my cates be mean, take them in good part;
@@ -1430,10 +1372,9 @@

SCENE I. Before the house of ANTIPHOLUS of Ephesus.

[Within] Let him walk from whence he came, lest he
catch cold on's feet.
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF EPHESUS +ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
Who talks within there? ho, open the door!
@@ -1442,10 +1383,9 @@

SCENE I. Before the house of ANTIPHOLUS of Ephesus.

[Within] Right, sir; I'll tell you when, an you tell
me wherefore.
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF EPHESUS +ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
Wherefore? for my dinner: I have not dined to-day.
@@ -1454,10 +1394,9 @@

SCENE I. Before the house of ANTIPHOLUS of Ephesus.

[Within] Nor to-day here you must not; come again
when you may.
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF EPHESUS +ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
What art thou that keepest me out from the house I owe?
@@ -1512,10 +1451,9 @@

SCENE I. Before the house of ANTIPHOLUS of Ephesus.

answered him well.
-ANTIPHOLUS +ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
Do you hear, you minion? you'll let us in, I hope?
-OF EPHESUS
LUCE @@ -1531,10 +1469,9 @@

SCENE I. Before the house of ANTIPHOLUS of Ephesus.

DROMIO OF EPHESUS
So, come, help: well struck! there was blow for blow.
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF EPHESUS +ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
Thou baggage, let me in.
@@ -1552,10 +1489,9 @@

SCENE I. Before the house of ANTIPHOLUS of Ephesus.

LUCE
[Within] Let him knock till it ache.
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF EPHESUS +ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
You'll cry for this, minion, if I beat the door down.
@@ -1575,10 +1511,9 @@

SCENE I. Before the house of ANTIPHOLUS of Ephesus.

[Within] By my troth, your town is troubled with
unruly boys.
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF EPHESUS +ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
Are you there, wife? you might have come before.
@@ -1607,10 +1542,9 @@

SCENE I. Before the house of ANTIPHOLUS of Ephesus.

DROMIO OF EPHESUS
They stand at the door, master; bid them welcome hither.
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF EPHESUS +ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
There is something in the wind, that we cannot get in.
@@ -1620,10 +1554,9 @@

SCENE I. Before the house of ANTIPHOLUS of Ephesus.

You would say so, master, if your garments were thin.
Your cake there is warm within; you stand here in the cold:
It would make a man mad as a buck, to be so bought and sold.
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF EPHESUS +ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
Go fetch me something: I'll break ope the gate.
@@ -1655,10 +1588,9 @@

SCENE I. Before the house of ANTIPHOLUS of Ephesus.

DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
[Within] Ay, when fowls have no feathers and fish have no fin.
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF EPHESUS +ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
Well, I'll break in: go borrow me a crow.
@@ -1668,10 +1600,9 @@

SCENE I. Before the house of ANTIPHOLUS of Ephesus.

A crow without feather? Master, mean you so?
For a fish without a fin, there's a fowl without a feather;
If a crow help us in, sirrah, we'll pluck a crow together.
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF EPHESUS +ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
Go get thee gone; fetch me an iron crow.
@@ -1700,10 +1631,9 @@

SCENE I. Before the house of ANTIPHOLUS of Ephesus.

And dwell upon your grave when you are dead;
For slander lives upon succession,
For ever housed where it gets possession.
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF EPHESUS +ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
You have prevailed: I will depart in quiet,
And, in despite of mirth, mean to be merry.
@@ -1727,10 +1657,9 @@

SCENE I. Before the house of ANTIPHOLUS of Ephesus.

ANGELO
I'll meet you at that place some hour hence.
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF EPHESUS +ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
Do so. This jest shall cost me some expense.

Exeunt

@@ -1770,10 +1699,9 @@

SCENE II. The same.

Comfort my sister, cheer her, call her wife:
'Tis holy sport to be a little vain,
When the sweet breath of flattery conquers strife.
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF SYRACUSE +ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
Sweet mistress--what your name is else, I know not,
Nor by what wonder you do hit of mine,--
@@ -1804,10 +1732,9 @@

SCENE II. The same.

LUCIANA
What, are you mad, that you do reason so?
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF SYRACUSE +ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
Not mad, but mated; how, I do not know.
@@ -1815,10 +1742,9 @@

SCENE II. The same.

LUCIANA
It is a fault that springeth from your eye.
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF SYRACUSE +ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
For gazing on your beams, fair sun, being by.
@@ -1826,10 +1752,9 @@

SCENE II. The same.

LUCIANA
Gaze where you should, and that will clear your sight.
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF SYRACUSE +ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
As good to wink, sweet love, as look on night.
@@ -1837,10 +1762,9 @@

SCENE II. The same.

LUCIANA
Why call you me love? call my sister so.
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF SYRACUSE +ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
Thy sister's sister.
@@ -1848,10 +1772,9 @@

SCENE II. The same.

LUCIANA
That's my sister.
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF SYRACUSE +ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
No;
It is thyself, mine own self's better part,
@@ -1863,10 +1786,9 @@

SCENE II. The same.

LUCIANA
All this my sister is, or else should be.
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF SYRACUSE +ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
Call thyself sister, sweet, for I am thee.
Thee will I love and with thee lead my life:
@@ -1880,10 +1802,9 @@

SCENE II. The same.

I'll fetch my sister, to get her good will.

Exit

Enter DROMIO of Syracuse

-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF SYRACUSE +ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
Why, how now, Dromio! where runn'st thou so fast?
@@ -1892,10 +1813,9 @@

SCENE II. The same.

Do you know me, sir? am I Dromio? am I your man?
am I myself?
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF SYRACUSE +ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
Thou art Dromio, thou art my man, thou art thyself.
@@ -1905,7 +1825,7 @@

SCENE II. The same.

I am an ass, I am a woman's man and besides myself.
-ANTIPHOLUS +ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
What woman's man? and how besides thyself? besides thyself?
@@ -1914,10 +1834,9 @@

SCENE II. The same.

Marry, sir, besides myself, I am due to a woman; one
that claims me, one that haunts me, one that will have me.
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF SYRACUSE +ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
What claim lays she to thee?
@@ -1928,10 +1847,9 @@

SCENE II. The same.

horse; and she would have me as a beast: not that, I
being a beast, she would have me; but that she,
being a very beastly creature, lays claim to me.
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF SYRACUSE +ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
What is she?
@@ -1942,10 +1860,9 @@

SCENE II. The same.

not speak of without he say 'Sir-reverence.' I have
but lean luck in the match, and yet is she a
wondrous fat marriage.
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF SYRACUSE +ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
How dost thou mean a fat marriage?
@@ -1958,10 +1875,9 @@

SCENE II. The same.

warrant, her rags and the tallow in them will burn a
Poland winter: if she lives till doomsday,
she'll burn a week longer than the whole world.
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF SYRACUSE +ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
What complexion is she of?
@@ -1971,10 +1887,9 @@

SCENE II. The same.

Swart, like my shoe, but her face nothing half so
clean kept: for why, she sweats; a man may go over
shoes in the grime of it.
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF SYRACUSE +ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
That's a fault that water will mend.
@@ -1982,10 +1897,9 @@

SCENE II. The same.

DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
No, sir, 'tis in grain; Noah's flood could not do it.
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF SYRACUSE +ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
What's her name?
@@ -1995,10 +1909,9 @@

SCENE II. The same.

Nell, sir; but her name and three quarters, that's
an ell and three quarters, will not measure her from
hip to hip.
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF SYRACUSE +ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
Then she bears some breadth?
@@ -2008,10 +1921,9 @@

SCENE II. The same.

No longer from head to foot than from hip to hip:
she is spherical, like a globe; I could find out
countries in her.
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF SYRACUSE +ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
In what part of her body stands Ireland?
@@ -2019,10 +1931,9 @@

SCENE II. The same.

DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
Marry, in her buttocks: I found it out by the bogs.
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF SYRACUSE +ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
Where Scotland?
@@ -2030,10 +1941,9 @@

SCENE II. The same.

DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
I found it by the barrenness; hard in the palm of the hand.
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF SYRACUSE +ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
Where France?
@@ -2042,10 +1952,9 @@

SCENE II. The same.

In her forehead; armed and reverted, making war
against her heir.
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF SYRACUSE +ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
Where England?
@@ -2055,10 +1964,9 @@

SCENE II. The same.

I looked for the chalky cliffs, but I could find no
whiteness in them; but I guess it stood in her chin,
by the salt rheum that ran between France and it.
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF SYRACUSE +ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
Where Spain?
@@ -2066,10 +1974,9 @@

SCENE II. The same.

DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
Faith, I saw it not; but I felt it hot in her breath.
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF SYRACUSE +ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
Where America, the Indies?
@@ -2080,10 +1987,9 @@

SCENE II. The same.

rubies, carbuncles, sapphires, declining their rich
aspect to the hot breath of Spain; who sent whole
armadoes of caracks to be ballast at her nose.
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF SYRACUSE +ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
Where stood Belgia, the Netherlands?
@@ -2100,10 +2006,9 @@

SCENE II. The same.

faith and my heart of steel,
She had transform'd me to a curtal dog and made
me turn i' the wheel.
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF SYRACUSE +ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
Go hie thee presently, post to the road:
An if the wind blow any way from shore,
@@ -2119,10 +2024,9 @@

SCENE II. The same.

As from a bear a man would run for life,
So fly I from her that would be my wife.

Exit

-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF SYRACUSE +ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
There's none but witches do inhabit here;
And therefore 'tis high time that I were hence.
@@ -2139,10 +2043,9 @@

SCENE II. The same.

ANGELO
Master Antipholus,--
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF SYRACUSE +ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
Ay, that's my name.
@@ -2152,10 +2055,9 @@

SCENE II. The same.

I know it well, sir, lo, here is the chain.
I thought to have ta'en you at the Porpentine:
The chain unfinish'd made me stay thus long.
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF SYRACUSE +ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
What is your will that I shall do with this?
@@ -2163,10 +2065,9 @@

SCENE II. The same.

ANGELO
What please yourself, sir: I have made it for you.
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF SYRACUSE +ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
Made it for me, sir! I bespoke it not.
@@ -2177,10 +2078,9 @@

SCENE II. The same.

Go home with it and please your wife withal;
And soon at supper-time I'll visit you
And then receive my money for the chain.
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF SYRACUSE +ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
I pray you, sir, receive the money now,
For fear you ne'er see chain nor money more.
@@ -2190,10 +2090,9 @@

SCENE II. The same.

You are a merry man, sir: fare you well.

Exit

-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF SYRACUSE +ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
What I should think of this, I cannot tell:
But this I think, there's no man is so vain
@@ -2235,10 +2134,9 @@

SCENE I. A public place.

Officer
That labour may you save: see where he comes.
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF EPHESUS +ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
While I go to the goldsmith's house, go thou
And buy a rope's end: that will I bestow
@@ -2252,10 +2150,9 @@

SCENE I. A public place.

I buy a thousand pound a year: I buy a rope.

Exit

-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF EPHESUS +ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
A man is well holp up that trusts to you:
I promised your presence and the chain;
@@ -2273,10 +2170,9 @@

SCENE I. A public place.

Than I stand debted to this gentleman:
I pray you, see him presently discharged,
For he is bound to sea and stays but for it.
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF EPHESUS +ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
I am not furnish'd with the present money;
Besides, I have some business in the town.
@@ -2289,10 +2185,9 @@

SCENE I. A public place.

ANGELO
Then you will bring the chain to her yourself?
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF EPHESUS +ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
No; bear it with you, lest I come not time enough.
@@ -2300,10 +2195,9 @@

SCENE I. A public place.

ANGELO
Well, sir, I will. Have you the chain about you?
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF EPHESUS +ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
An if I have not, sir, I hope you have;
Or else you may return without your money.
@@ -2314,10 +2208,9 @@

SCENE I. A public place.

Nay, come, I pray you, sir, give me the chain:
Both wind and tide stays for this gentleman,
And I, to blame, have held him here too long.
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF EPHESUS +ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
Good Lord! you use this dalliance to excuse
Your breach of promise to the Porpentine.
@@ -2333,10 +2226,9 @@

SCENE I. A public place.

ANGELO
You hear how he importunes me;--the chain!
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF EPHESUS +ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
Why, give it to my wife and fetch your money.
@@ -2345,10 +2237,9 @@

SCENE I. A public place.

Come, come, you know I gave it you even now.
Either send the chain or send me by some token.
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF EPHESUS +ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
Fie, now you run this humour out of breath,
where's the chain? I pray you, let me see it.
@@ -2359,10 +2250,9 @@

SCENE I. A public place.

My business cannot brook this dalliance.
Good sir, say whether you'll answer me or no:
If not, I'll leave him to the officer.
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF EPHESUS +ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
I answer you! what should I answer you?
@@ -2370,10 +2260,9 @@

SCENE I. A public place.

ANGELO
The money that you owe me for the chain.
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF EPHESUS +ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
I owe you none till I receive the chain.
@@ -2381,10 +2270,9 @@

SCENE I. A public place.

ANGELO
You know I gave it you half an hour since.
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF EPHESUS +ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
You gave me none: you wrong me much to say so.
@@ -2410,10 +2298,9 @@

SCENE I. A public place.

This touches me in reputation.
Either consent to pay this sum for me
Or I attach you by this officer.
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF EPHESUS +ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
Consent to pay thee that I never had!
Arrest me, foolish fellow, if thou darest.
@@ -2429,10 +2316,9 @@

SCENE I. A public place.

Officer
I do arrest you, sir: you hear the suit.
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF EPHESUS +ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
I do obey thee till I give thee bail.
But, sirrah, you shall buy this sport as dear
@@ -2456,10 +2342,9 @@

SCENE I. A public place.

The ship is in her trim; the merry wind
Blows fair from land: they stay for nought at all
But for their owner, master, and yourself.
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF EPHESUS +ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
How now! a madman! Why, thou peevish sheep,
What ship of Epidamnum stays for me?
@@ -2468,10 +2353,9 @@

SCENE I. A public place.

DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
A ship you sent me to, to hire waftage.
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF EPHESUS +ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
Thou drunken slave, I sent thee for a rope;
And told thee to what purpose and what end.
@@ -2481,10 +2365,9 @@

SCENE I. A public place.

You sent me for a rope's end as soon:
You sent me to the bay, sir, for a bark.
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF EPHESUS +ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
I will debate this matter at more leisure
And teach your ears to list me with more heed.
@@ -2725,11 +2608,8 @@

SCENE III. A public place.

Enter ANTIPHOLUS of Syracuse
-
-ANTIPHOLUS
-
-OF SYRACUSE +ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
There's not a man I meet but doth salute me
As if I were their well-acquainted friend;
@@ -2742,17 +2622,16 @@

SCENE III. A public place.

And therewithal took measure of my body.
Sure, these are but imaginary wiles
And Lapland sorcerers inhabit here.
-

Enter DROMIO OF SYRACUSE

+

Enter DROMIO OF Syracuse

DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
Master, here's the gold you sent me for. What, have
you got the picture of old Adam new-apparelled?
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF SYRACUSE +ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
What gold is this? what Adam dost thou mean?
@@ -2764,10 +2643,9 @@

SCENE III. A public place.

skin that was killed for the Prodigal; he that came
behind you, sir, like an evil angel, and bid you
forsake your liberty.
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF SYRACUSE +ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
I understand thee not.
@@ -2781,10 +2659,9 @@

SCENE III. A public place.

men and gives them suits of durance; he that sets up
his rest to do more exploits with his mace than a
morris-pike.
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF SYRACUSE +ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
What, thou meanest an officer?
@@ -2795,10 +2672,9 @@

SCENE III. A public place.

any man to answer it that breaks his band; one that
thinks a man always going to bed, and says, 'God
give you good rest!'
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF SYRACUSE +ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
Well, sir, there rest in your foolery. Is there any
@@ -2810,10 +2686,9 @@

SCENE III. A public place.

you hindered by the sergeant, to tarry for the hoy
Delay. Here are the angels that you sent for to
deliver you.
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF SYRACUSE +ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
The fellow is distract, and so am I;
And here we wander in illusions:
@@ -2826,10 +2701,9 @@

SCENE III. A public place.

Well met, well met, Master Antipholus.
I see, sir, you have found the goldsmith now:
Is that the chain you promised me to-day?
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF SYRACUSE +ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
Satan, avoid! I charge thee, tempt me not.
@@ -2837,10 +2711,9 @@

SCENE III. A public place.

DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
Master, is this Mistress Satan?
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF SYRACUSE +ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
It is the devil.
@@ -2866,10 +2739,9 @@

SCENE III. A public place.

Master, if you do, expect spoon-meat; or bespeak a
long spoon.
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF SYRACUSE +ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
Why, Dromio?
@@ -2878,10 +2750,9 @@

SCENE III. A public place.

Marry, he must have a long spoon that must eat with
the devil.
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF SYRACUSE +ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
Avoid then, fiend! what tell'st thou me of supping?
Thou art, as you are all, a sorceress:
@@ -2909,10 +2780,9 @@

SCENE III. A public place.

I pray you, sir, my ring, or else the chain:
I hope you do not mean to cheat me so.
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF SYRACUSE +ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
Avaunt, thou witch! Come, Dromio, let us go.
@@ -2947,11 +2817,8 @@

SCENE IV. A street.

Enter ANTIPHOLUS of Ephesus and the Officer
-
-ANTIPHOLUS
-
-OF EPHESUS +ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
Fear me not, man; I will not break away:
I'll give thee, ere I leave thee, so much money,
@@ -2968,10 +2835,9 @@

SCENE IV. A street.

DROMIO OF EPHESUS
Here's that, I warrant you, will pay them all.
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF EPHESUS +ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
But where's the money?
@@ -2979,10 +2845,9 @@

SCENE IV. A street.

DROMIO OF EPHESUS
Why, sir, I gave the money for the rope.
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF EPHESUS +ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
Five hundred ducats, villain, for a rope?
@@ -2990,10 +2855,9 @@

SCENE IV. A street.

DROMIO OF EPHESUS
I'll serve you, sir, five hundred at the rate.
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF EPHESUS +ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
To what end did I bid thee hie thee home?
@@ -3001,10 +2865,9 @@

SCENE IV. A street.

DROMIO OF EPHESUS
To a rope's-end, sir; and to that end am I returned.
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF EPHESUS +ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
And to that end, sir, I will welcome you.

Beating him

@@ -3028,10 +2891,9 @@

SCENE IV. A street.

DROMIO OF EPHESUS
Nay, rather persuade him to hold his hands.
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF EPHESUS +ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
Thou whoreson, senseless villain!
@@ -3042,7 +2904,7 @@

SCENE IV. A street.

your blows.
-ANTIPHOLUS +ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
Thou art sensible in nothing but blows, and so is an
ass.
@@ -3061,10 +2923,9 @@

SCENE IV. A street.

I return; nay, I bear it on my shoulders, as a
beggar wont her brat; and, I think when he hath
lamed me, I shall beg with it from door to door.
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF EPHESUS +ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
Come, go along; my wife is coming yonder.

Enter ADRIANA, LUCIANA, the Courtezan, and PINCH

@@ -3075,10 +2936,9 @@

SCENE IV. A street.

Mistress, 'respice finem,' respect your end; or
rather, the prophecy like the parrot, 'beware the
rope's-end.'
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF EPHESUS +ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
Wilt thou still talk?

Beating him

@@ -3110,10 +2970,9 @@

SCENE IV. A street.

PINCH
Give me your hand and let me feel your pulse.
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF EPHESUS +ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
There is my hand, and let it feel your ear.

Striking him

@@ -3125,10 +2984,9 @@

SCENE IV. A street.

To yield possession to my holy prayers
And to thy state of darkness hie thee straight:
I conjure thee by all the saints in heaven!
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF EPHESUS +ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
Peace, doting wizard, peace! I am not mad.
@@ -3136,10 +2994,9 @@

SCENE IV. A street.

ADRIANA
O, that thou wert not, poor distressed soul!
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF EPHESUS +ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
You minion, you, are these your customers?
Did this companion with the saffron face
@@ -3153,10 +3010,9 @@

SCENE IV. A street.

O husband, God doth know you dined at home;
Where would you had remain'd until this time,
Free from these slanders and this open shame!
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF EPHESUS +ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
Dined at home! Thou villain, what sayest thou?
@@ -3164,10 +3020,9 @@

SCENE IV. A street.

DROMIO OF EPHESUS
Sir, sooth to say, you did not dine at home.
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF EPHESUS +ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
Were not my doors lock'd up and I shut out?
@@ -3175,10 +3030,9 @@

SCENE IV. A street.

DROMIO OF EPHESUS
Perdie, your doors were lock'd and you shut out.
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF EPHESUS +ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
And did not she herself revile me there?
@@ -3186,10 +3040,9 @@

SCENE IV. A street.

DROMIO OF EPHESUS
Sans fable, she herself reviled you there.
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF EPHESUS +ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
Did not her kitchen-maid rail, taunt, and scorn me?
@@ -3197,10 +3050,9 @@

SCENE IV. A street.

DROMIO OF EPHESUS
Certes, she did; the kitchen-vestal scorn'd you.
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF EPHESUS +ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
And did not I in rage depart from thence?
@@ -3220,10 +3072,9 @@

SCENE IV. A street.

It is no shame: the fellow finds his vein,
And yielding to him humours well his frenzy.
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF EPHESUS +ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
Thou hast suborn'd the goldsmith to arrest me.
@@ -3238,10 +3089,9 @@

SCENE IV. A street.

Money by me! heart and goodwill you might;
But surely master, not a rag of money.
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF EPHESUS +ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
Went'st not thou to her for a purse of ducats?
@@ -3267,10 +3117,9 @@

SCENE IV. A street.

Mistress, both man and master is possess'd;
I know it by their pale and deadly looks:
They must be bound and laid in some dark room.
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF EPHESUS +ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
Say, wherefore didst thou lock me forth to-day?
And why dost thou deny the bag of gold?
@@ -3290,10 +3139,9 @@

SCENE IV. A street.

ADRIANA
Dissembling villain, thou speak'st false in both.
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF EPHESUS +ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
Dissembling harlot, thou art false in all;
And art confederate with a damned pack
@@ -3316,10 +3164,9 @@

SCENE IV. A street.

LUCIANA
Ay me, poor man, how pale and wan he looks!
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF EPHESUS +ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
What, will you murder me? Thou gaoler, thou,
I am thy prisoner: wilt thou suffer them
@@ -3358,10 +3205,9 @@

SCENE IV. A street.

And, knowing how the debt grows, I will pay it.
Good master doctor, see him safe convey'd
Home to my house. O most unhappy day!
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF EPHESUS +ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
O most unhappy strumpet!
@@ -3369,10 +3215,9 @@

SCENE IV. A street.

DROMIO OF EPHESUS
Master, I am here entered in bond for you.
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF EPHESUS +ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
Out on thee, villain! wherefore dost thou mad me?
@@ -3456,10 +3301,9 @@

SCENE IV. A street.

Away! they'll kill us.

Exeunt all but Antipholus of Syracuse and Dromio of Syracuse

-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF SYRACUSE +ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
I see these witches are afraid of swords.
@@ -3467,10 +3311,9 @@

SCENE IV. A street.

DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
She that would be your wife now ran from you.
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF SYRACUSE +ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
Come to the Centaur; fetch our stuff from thence:
I long that we were safe and sound aboard.
@@ -3484,10 +3327,9 @@

SCENE IV. A street.

the mountain of mad flesh that claims marriage of
me, I could find in my heart to stay here still and
turn witch.
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF SYRACUSE +ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
I will not stay to-night for all the town;
Therefore away, to get our stuff aboard.
@@ -3540,10 +3382,9 @@

SCENE I. A street before a Priory.

Who, but for staying on our controversy,
Had hoisted sail and put to sea to-day:
This chain you had of me; can you deny it?
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF SYRACUSE +ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
I think I had; I never did deny it.
@@ -3551,10 +3392,9 @@

SCENE I. A street before a Priory.

Second Merchant
Yes, that you did, sir, and forswore it too.
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF SYRACUSE +ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
Who heard me to deny it or forswear it?
@@ -3564,10 +3404,9 @@

SCENE I. A street before a Priory.

These ears of mine, thou know'st did hear thee.
Fie on thee, wretch! 'tis pity that thou livest
To walk where any honest man resort.
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF SYRACUSE +ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
Thou art a villain to impeach me thus:
I'll prove mine honour and mine honesty
@@ -3925,10 +3764,9 @@

SCENE I. A street before a Priory.

Even now we housed him in the abbey here;
And now he's there, past thought of human reason.

Enter ANTIPHOLUS of Ephesus and DROMIO of Ephesus

-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF EPHESUS +ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
Justice, most gracious duke, O, grant me justice!
Even for the service that long since I did thee,
@@ -3941,10 +3779,9 @@

SCENE I. A street before a Priory.

Unless the fear of death doth make me dote,
I see my son Antipholus and Dromio.
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF EPHESUS +ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
Justice, sweet prince, against that woman there!
She whom thou gavest to me to be my wife,
@@ -3957,10 +3794,9 @@

SCENE I. A street before a Priory.

DUKE SOLINUS
Discover how, and thou shalt find me just.
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF EPHESUS +ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
This day, great duke, she shut the doors upon me,
While she with harlots feasted in my house.
@@ -3988,10 +3824,9 @@

SCENE I. A street before a Priory.

O perjured woman! They are both forsworn:
In this the madman justly chargeth them.
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF EPHESUS +ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
My liege, I am advised what I say,
Neither disturbed with the effect of wine,
@@ -4061,10 +3896,9 @@

SCENE I. A street before a Priory.

And thereupon I drew my sword on you;
And then you fled into this abbey here,
From whence, I think, you are come by miracle.
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF EPHESUS +ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
I never came within these abbey-walls,
Nor ever didst thou draw thy sword on me:
@@ -4090,10 +3924,9 @@

SCENE I. A street before a Priory.

Courtezan
He did, and from my finger snatch'd that ring.
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF EPHESUS +ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
'Tis true, my liege; this ring I had of her.
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SCENE I. A street before a Priory.

Why look you strange on me? you know me well.
-ANTIPHOLUS +ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
I never saw you in my life till now.
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SCENE I. A street before a Priory.

And careful hours with time's deformed hand
Have written strange defeatures in my face:
But tell me yet, dost thou not know my voice?
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF EPHESUS +ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
Neither.
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SCENE I. A street before a Priory.

My dull deaf ears a little use to hear:
All these old witnesses--I cannot err--
Tell me thou art my son Antipholus.
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF EPHESUS +ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
I never saw my father in my life.
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SCENE I. A street before a Priory.

But seven years since, in Syracusa, boy,
Thou know'st we parted: but perhaps, my son,
Thou shamest to acknowledge me in misery.
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF EPHESUS +ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
The duke and all that know me in the city
Can witness with me that it is not so
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SCENE I. A street before a Priory.

DROMIO OF EPHESUS
I, sir, am Dromio; pray, let me stay.
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF SYRACUSE +ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
AEgeon art thou not? or else his ghost?
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SCENE I. A street before a Priory.

These are the parents to these children,
Which accidentally are met together.
Antipholus, thou camest from Corinth first?
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF SYRACUSE +ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
No, sir, not I; I came from Syracuse.
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SCENE I. A street before a Priory.

DUKE SOLINUS
Stay, stand apart; I know not which is which.
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF EPHESUS +ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
I came from Corinth, my most gracious lord,--
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SCENE I. A street before a Priory.

DROMIO OF EPHESUS
And I with him.
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF EPHESUS +ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
Brought to this town by that most famous warrior,
Duke Menaphon, your most renowned uncle.
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SCENE I. A street before a Priory.

ADRIANA
Which of you two did dine with me to-day?
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF SYRACUSE +ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
I, gentle mistress.
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SCENE I. A street before a Priory.

ADRIANA
And are not you my husband?
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF EPHESUS +ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
No; I say nay to that.
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF SYRACUSE +ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
And so do I; yet did she call me so:
And this fair gentlewoman, her sister here,
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SCENE I. A street before a Priory.

ANGELO
That is the chain, sir, which you had of me.
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF SYRACUSE +ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
I think it be, sir; I deny it not.
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF EPHESUS +ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
And you, sir, for this chain arrested me.
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SCENE I. A street before a Priory.

DROMIO OF EPHESUS
No, none by me.
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF SYRACUSE +ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
This purse of ducats I received from you,
And Dromio, my man, did bring them me.
I see we still did meet each other's man,
And I was ta'en for him, and he for me,
And thereupon these errors are arose.
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF EPHESUS +ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
These ducats pawn I for my father here.
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SCENE I. A street before a Priory.

Courtezan
Sir, I must have that diamond from you.
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF EPHESUS +ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
There, take it; and much thanks for my good cheer.
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SCENE I. A street before a Priory.

DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
Master, shall I fetch your stuff from shipboard?
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF EPHESUS +ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
Dromio, what stuff of mine hast thou embark'd?
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SCENE I. A street before a Priory.

DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
Your goods that lay at host, sir, in the Centaur.
-ANTIPHOLUS
-OF SYRACUSE +ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
He speaks to me. I am your master, Dromio:
Come, go with us; we'll look to that anon:
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SCENE I. A street before a Priory.

We came into the world like brother and brother;
And now let's go hand in hand, not one before another.

Exeunt

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SCENE II. The Mart.

Peruse the traders, gaze upon the buildings,
And then return and sleep within mine inn,
For with long travel I am stiff and weary.
-Get thee away.
+Get thee away.
DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
-Many a man would take you at your word,
-And go indeed, having so good a mean.
+Many a man would take you at your word,
+And go indeed, having so good a mean.

Exit

ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
-A trusty villain, sir, that very oft,
-When I am dull with care and melancholy,
-Lightens my humour with his merry jests.
-What, will you walk with me about the town,
-And then go to my inn and dine with me?
+A trusty villain, sir, that very oft,
+When I am dull with care and melancholy,
+Lightens my humour with his merry jests.
+What, will you walk with me about the town,
+And then go to my inn and dine with me?
First Merchant
-I am invited, sir, to certain merchants,
-Of whom I hope to make much benefit;
-I crave your pardon. Soon at five o'clock,
-Please you, I'll meet with you upon the mart
-And afterward consort you till bed-time:
-My present business calls me from you now.
+I am invited, sir, to certain merchants,
+Of whom I hope to make much benefit;
+I crave your pardon. Soon at five o'clock,
+Please you, I'll meet with you upon the mart
+And afterward consort you till bed-time:
+My present business calls me from you now.
ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
-Farewell till then: I will go lose myself
-And wander up and down to view the city.
+Farewell till then: I will go lose myself
+And wander up and down to view the city.
First Merchant
-Sir, I commend you to your own content.
+Sir, I commend you to your own content.

Exit

ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
-He that commends me to mine own content
-Commends me to the thing I cannot get.
-I to the world am like a drop of water
-That in the ocean seeks another drop,
-Who, falling there to find his fellow forth,
-Unseen, inquisitive, confounds himself:
-So I, to find a mother and a brother,
-In quest of them, unhappy, lose myself.
+He that commends me to mine own content
+Commends me to the thing I cannot get.
+I to the world am like a drop of water
+That in the ocean seeks another drop,
+Who, falling there to find his fellow forth,
+Unseen, inquisitive, confounds himself:
+So I, to find a mother and a brother,
+In quest of them, unhappy, lose myself.

Enter DROMIO of Ephesus

-Here comes the almanac of my true date.
-What now? how chance thou art return'd so soon?
+Here comes the almanac of my true date.
+What now? how chance thou art return'd so soon?
DROMIO OF EPHESUS
-Return'd so soon! rather approach'd too late:
-The capon burns, the pig falls from the spit,
-The clock hath strucken twelve upon the bell;
-My mistress made it one upon my cheek:
-She is so hot because the meat is cold;
-The meat is cold because you come not home;
-You come not home because you have no stomach;
-You have no stomach having broke your fast;
-But we that know what 'tis to fast and pray
-Are penitent for your default to-day.
+Return'd so soon! rather approach'd too late:
+The capon burns, the pig falls from the spit,
+The clock hath strucken twelve upon the bell;
+My mistress made it one upon my cheek:
+She is so hot because the meat is cold;
+The meat is cold because you come not home;
+You come not home because you have no stomach;
+You have no stomach having broke your fast;
+But we that know what 'tis to fast and pray
+Are penitent for your default to-day.
ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
-Stop in your wind, sir: tell me this, I pray:
-Where have you left the money that I gave you?
+Stop in your wind, sir: tell me this, I pray:
+Where have you left the money that I gave you?
DROMIO OF EPHESUS
-O,--sixpence, that I had o' Wednesday last
-To pay the saddler for my mistress' crupper?
-The saddler had it, sir; I kept it not.
+O,--sixpence, that I had o' Wednesday last
+To pay the saddler for my mistress' crupper?
+The saddler had it, sir; I kept it not.
ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
-I am not in a sportive humour now:
-Tell me, and dally not, where is the money?
-We being strangers here, how darest thou trust
-So great a charge from thine own custody?
+I am not in a sportive humour now:
+Tell me, and dally not, where is the money?
+We being strangers here, how darest thou trust
+So great a charge from thine own custody?
DROMIO OF EPHESUS
-I pray you, air, as you sit at dinner:
-I from my mistress come to you in post;
-If I return, I shall be post indeed,
-For she will score your fault upon my pate.
-Methinks your maw, like mine, should be your clock,
-And strike you home without a messenger.
+I pray you, air, as you sit at dinner:
+I from my mistress come to you in post;
+If I return, I shall be post indeed,
+For she will score your fault upon my pate.
+Methinks your maw, like mine, should be your clock,
+And strike you home without a messenger.
ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
-Come, Dromio, come, these jests are out of season;
-Reserve them till a merrier hour than this.
-Where is the gold I gave in charge to thee?
+Come, Dromio, come, these jests are out of season;
+Reserve them till a merrier hour than this.
+Where is the gold I gave in charge to thee?
DROMIO OF EPHESUS
-To me, sir? why, you gave no gold to me.
+To me, sir? why, you gave no gold to me.
ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
-Come on, sir knave, have done your foolishness,
-And tell me how thou hast disposed thy charge.
+Come on, sir knave, have done your foolishness,
+And tell me how thou hast disposed thy charge.
DROMIO OF EPHESUS
-My charge was but to fetch you from the mart
-Home to your house, the Phoenix, sir, to dinner:
-My mistress and her sister stays for you.
+My charge was but to fetch you from the mart
+Home to your house, the Phoenix, sir, to dinner:
+My mistress and her sister stays for you.
ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
-In what safe place you have bestow'd my money,
-Or I shall break that merry sconce of yours
-That stands on tricks when I am undisposed:
-Where is the thousand marks thou hadst of me?
+In what safe place you have bestow'd my money,
+Or I shall break that merry sconce of yours
+That stands on tricks when I am undisposed:
+Where is the thousand marks thou hadst of me?
DROMIO OF EPHESUS
-I have some marks of yours upon my pate,
-Some of my mistress' marks upon my shoulders,
-But not a thousand marks between you both.
-If I should pay your worship those again,
-Perchance you will not bear them patiently.
+I have some marks of yours upon my pate,
+Some of my mistress' marks upon my shoulders,
+But not a thousand marks between you both.
+If I should pay your worship those again,
+Perchance you will not bear them patiently.
ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
-Thy mistress' marks? what mistress, slave, hast thou?
+Thy mistress' marks? what mistress, slave, hast thou?
DROMIO OF EPHESUS
-Your worship's wife, my mistress at the Phoenix;
-She that doth fast till you come home to dinner,
-And prays that you will hie you home to dinner.
+Your worship's wife, my mistress at the Phoenix;
+She that doth fast till you come home to dinner,
+And prays that you will hie you home to dinner.
ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
-What, wilt thou flout me thus unto my face,
-Being forbid? There, take you that, sir knave.
+What, wilt thou flout me thus unto my face,
+Being forbid? There, take you that, sir knave.
DROMIO OF EPHESUS
-What mean you, sir? for God's sake, hold your hands!
-Nay, and you will not, sir, I'll take my heels.
+What mean you, sir? for God's sake, hold your hands!
+Nay, and you will not, sir, I'll take my heels.

Exit

ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
-Upon my life, by some device or other
-The villain is o'er-raught of all my money.
-They say this town is full of cozenage,
-As, nimble jugglers that deceive the eye,
-Dark-working sorcerers that change the mind,
-Soul-killing witches that deform the body,
-Disguised cheaters, prating mountebanks,
-And many such-like liberties of sin:
-If it prove so, I will be gone the sooner.
-I'll to the Centaur, to go seek this slave:
-I greatly fear my money is not safe.
+Upon my life, by some device or other
+The villain is o'er-raught of all my money.
+They say this town is full of cozenage,
+As, nimble jugglers that deceive the eye,
+Dark-working sorcerers that change the mind,
+Soul-killing witches that deform the body,
+Disguised cheaters, prating mountebanks,
+And many such-like liberties of sin:
+If it prove so, I will be gone the sooner.
+I'll to the Centaur, to go seek this slave:
+I greatly fear my money is not safe.

Exit

+
+
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SCENE II. A public place.

ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
-The gold I gave to Dromio is laid up
-Safe at the Centaur; and the heedful slave
-Is wander'd forth, in care to seek me out
-By computation and mine host's report.
-I could not speak with Dromio since at first
-I sent him from the mart. See, here he comes.
+The gold I gave to Dromio is laid up
+Safe at the Centaur; and the heedful slave
+Is wander'd forth, in care to seek me out
+By computation and mine host's report.
+I could not speak with Dromio since at first
+I sent him from the mart. See, here he comes.

Enter DROMIO of Syracuse

-How now sir! is your merry humour alter'd?
-As you love strokes, so jest with me again.
-You know no Centaur? you received no gold?
-Your mistress sent to have me home to dinner?
-My house was at the Phoenix? Wast thou mad,
-That thus so madly thou didst answer me?
+How now sir! is your merry humour alter'd?
+As you love strokes, so jest with me again.
+You know no Centaur? you received no gold?
+Your mistress sent to have me home to dinner?
+My house was at the Phoenix? Wast thou mad,
+That thus so madly thou didst answer me?
DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
-What answer, sir? when spake I such a word?
+What answer, sir? when spake I such a word?
ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
-Even now, even here, not half an hour since.
+Even now, even here, not half an hour since.
DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
-I did not see you since you sent me hence,
-Home to the Centaur, with the gold you gave me.
+I did not see you since you sent me hence,
+Home to the Centaur, with the gold you gave me.
ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
-Villain, thou didst deny the gold's receipt,
-And told'st me of a mistress and a dinner;
-For which, I hope, thou felt'st I was displeased.
+Villain, thou didst deny the gold's receipt,
+And told'st me of a mistress and a dinner;
+For which, I hope, thou felt'st I was displeased.
DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
-I am glad to see you in this merry vein:
-What means this jest? I pray you, master, tell me.
+I am glad to see you in this merry vein:
+What means this jest? I pray you, master, tell me.
ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
-Yea, dost thou jeer and flout me in the teeth?
-Think'st thou I jest? Hold, take thou that, and that.
+Yea, dost thou jeer and flout me in the teeth?
+Think'st thou I jest? Hold, take thou that, and that.

Beating him

DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
-Hold, sir, for God's sake! now your jest is earnest:
-Upon what bargain do you give it me?
+Hold, sir, for God's sake! now your jest is earnest:
+Upon what bargain do you give it me?
ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
-Because that I familiarly sometimes
-Do use you for my fool and chat with you,
-Your sauciness will jest upon my love
-And make a common of my serious hours.
-When the sun shines let foolish gnats make sport,
-But creep in crannies when he hides his beams.
-If you will jest with me, know my aspect,
-And fashion your demeanor to my looks,
-Or I will beat this method in your sconce.
+Because that I familiarly sometimes
+Do use you for my fool and chat with you,
+Your sauciness will jest upon my love
+And make a common of my serious hours.
+When the sun shines let foolish gnats make sport,
+But creep in crannies when he hides his beams.
+If you will jest with me, know my aspect,
+And fashion your demeanor to my looks,
+Or I will beat this method in your sconce.
DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
-Sconce call you it? so you would leave battering, I
-had rather have it a head: an you use these blows
-long, I must get a sconce for my head and ensconce
-it too; or else I shall seek my wit in my shoulders.
-But, I pray, sir why am I beaten?
+Sconce call you it? so you would leave battering, I
+had rather have it a head: an you use these blows
+long, I must get a sconce for my head and ensconce
+it too; or else I shall seek my wit in my shoulders.
+But, I pray, sir why am I beaten?
ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
-Dost thou not know?
+Dost thou not know?
DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
-Nothing, sir, but that I am beaten.
+Nothing, sir, but that I am beaten.
ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
-Shall I tell you why?
+Shall I tell you why?
DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
-Ay, sir, and wherefore; for they say every why hath
-a wherefore.
+Ay, sir, and wherefore; for they say every why hath
+a wherefore.
ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
-Why, first,--for flouting me; and then, wherefore--
-For urging it the second time to me.
+Why, first,--for flouting me; and then, wherefore--
+For urging it the second time to me.
DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
-Was there ever any man thus beaten out of season,
-When in the why and the wherefore is neither rhyme
-nor reason?
-Well, sir, I thank you.
+Was there ever any man thus beaten out of season,
+When in the why and the wherefore is neither rhyme
+nor reason?
+Well, sir, I thank you.
ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
-Thank me, sir, for what?
+Thank me, sir, for what?
DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
-Marry, sir, for this something that you gave me for nothing.
+Marry, sir, for this something that you gave me for nothing.
ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
-I'll make you amends next, to give you nothing for
-something. But say, sir, is it dinner-time?
+I'll make you amends next, to give you nothing for
+something. But say, sir, is it dinner-time?
DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
-No, sir; I think the meat wants that I have.
+No, sir; I think the meat wants that I have.
ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
-In good time, sir; what's that?
+In good time, sir; what's that?
DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
-Basting.
+Basting.
ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
-Well, sir, then 'twill be dry.
+Well, sir, then 'twill be dry.
DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
-If it be, sir, I pray you, eat none of it.
+If it be, sir, I pray you, eat none of it.
ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
-Your reason?
+Your reason?
DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
-Lest it make you choleric and purchase me another
-dry basting.
+Lest it make you choleric and purchase me another
+dry basting.
ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
-Well, sir, learn to jest in good time: there's a
-time for all things.
+Well, sir, learn to jest in good time: there's a
+time for all things.
DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
-I durst have denied that, before you were so choleric.
+I durst have denied that, before you were so choleric.
ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
-By what rule, sir?
+By what rule, sir?
DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
-Marry, sir, by a rule as plain as the plain bald
-pate of father Time himself.
+Marry, sir, by a rule as plain as the plain bald
+pate of father Time himself.
ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
-Let's hear it.
+Let's hear it.
DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
-There's no time for a man to recover his hair that
-grows bald by nature.
+There's no time for a man to recover his hair that
+grows bald by nature.
ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
-May he not do it by fine and recovery?
+May he not do it by fine and recovery?
DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
-Yes, to pay a fine for a periwig and recover the
-lost hair of another man.
+Yes, to pay a fine for a periwig and recover the
+lost hair of another man.
ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
-Why is Time such a niggard of hair, being, as it is,
-so plentiful an excrement?
+Why is Time such a niggard of hair, being, as it is,
+so plentiful an excrement?
DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
-Because it is a blessing that he bestows on beasts;
-and what he hath scanted men in hair he hath given them in wit.
+Because it is a blessing that he bestows on beasts;
+and what he hath scanted men in hair he hath given them in wit.
ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
-Why, but there's many a man hath more hair than wit.
+Why, but there's many a man hath more hair than wit.
DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
-Not a man of those but he hath the wit to lose his hair.
+Not a man of those but he hath the wit to lose his hair.
ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
-Why, thou didst conclude hairy men plain dealers without wit.
+Why, thou didst conclude hairy men plain dealers without wit.
DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
-The plainer dealer, the sooner lost: yet he loseth
-it in a kind of jollity.
+The plainer dealer, the sooner lost: yet he loseth
+it in a kind of jollity.
ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
-For what reason?
+For what reason?
DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
-For two; and sound ones too.
+For two; and sound ones too.
ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
-Nay, not sound, I pray you.
+Nay, not sound, I pray you.
DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
-Sure ones, then.
+Sure ones, then.
ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
-Nay, not sure, in a thing falsing.
+Nay, not sure, in a thing falsing.
DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
-Certain ones then.
+Certain ones then.
ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
-Name them.
+Name them.
DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
-The one, to save the money that he spends in
-trimming; the other, that at dinner they should not
-drop in his porridge.
+The one, to save the money that he spends in
+trimming; the other, that at dinner they should not
+drop in his porridge.
ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
-You would all this time have proved there is no
-time for all things.
+You would all this time have proved there is no
+time for all things.
DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
-Marry, and did, sir; namely, no time to recover hair
-lost by nature.
+Marry, and did, sir; namely, no time to recover hair
+lost by nature.
ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
-But your reason was not substantial, why there is no
-time to recover.
+But your reason was not substantial, why there is no
+time to recover.
DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
-Thus I mend it: Time himself is bald and therefore
-to the world's end will have bald followers.
+Thus I mend it: Time himself is bald and therefore
+to the world's end will have bald followers.
ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
-I knew 'twould be a bald conclusion:
-But, soft! who wafts us yonder?
+I knew 'twould be a bald conclusion:
+But, soft! who wafts us yonder?

Enter ADRIANA and LUCIANA

ADRIANA
-Ay, ay, Antipholus, look strange and frown:
-Some other mistress hath thy sweet aspects;
-I am not Adriana nor thy wife.
-The time was once when thou unurged wouldst vow
-That never words were music to thine ear,
-That never object pleasing in thine eye,
-That never touch well welcome to thy hand,
-That never meat sweet-savor'd in thy taste,
-Unless I spake, or look'd, or touch'd, or carved to thee.
-How comes it now, my husband, O, how comes it,
-That thou art thus estranged from thyself?
-Thyself I call it, being strange to me,
-That, undividable, incorporate,
-Am better than thy dear self's better part.
-Ah, do not tear away thyself from me!
-For know, my love, as easy mayest thou fall
-A drop of water in the breaking gulf,
-And take unmingled that same drop again,
-Without addition or diminishing,
-As take from me thyself and not me too.
-How dearly would it touch me to the quick,
-Shouldst thou but hear I were licentious
-And that this body, consecrate to thee,
-By ruffian lust should be contaminate!
-Wouldst thou not spit at me and spurn at me
-And hurl the name of husband in my face
-And tear the stain'd skin off my harlot-brow
-And from my false hand cut the wedding-ring
-And break it with a deep-divorcing vow?
-I know thou canst; and therefore see thou do it.
-I am possess'd with an adulterate blot;
-My blood is mingled with the crime of lust:
-For if we too be one and thou play false,
-I do digest the poison of thy flesh,
-Being strumpeted by thy contagion.
-Keep then far league and truce with thy true bed;
-I live unstain'd, thou undishonoured.
+Ay, ay, Antipholus, look strange and frown:
+Some other mistress hath thy sweet aspects;
+I am not Adriana nor thy wife.
+The time was once when thou unurged wouldst vow
+That never words were music to thine ear,
+That never object pleasing in thine eye,
+That never touch well welcome to thy hand,
+That never meat sweet-savor'd in thy taste,
+Unless I spake, or look'd, or touch'd, or carved to thee.
+How comes it now, my husband, O, how comes it,
+That thou art thus estranged from thyself?
+Thyself I call it, being strange to me,
+That, undividable, incorporate,
+Am better than thy dear self's better part.
+Ah, do not tear away thyself from me!
+For know, my love, as easy mayest thou fall
+A drop of water in the breaking gulf,
+And take unmingled that same drop again,
+Without addition or diminishing,
+As take from me thyself and not me too.
+How dearly would it touch me to the quick,
+Shouldst thou but hear I were licentious
+And that this body, consecrate to thee,
+By ruffian lust should be contaminate!
+Wouldst thou not spit at me and spurn at me
+And hurl the name of husband in my face
+And tear the stain'd skin off my harlot-brow
+And from my false hand cut the wedding-ring
+And break it with a deep-divorcing vow?
+I know thou canst; and therefore see thou do it.
+I am possess'd with an adulterate blot;
+My blood is mingled with the crime of lust:
+For if we too be one and thou play false,
+I do digest the poison of thy flesh,
+Being strumpeted by thy contagion.
+Keep then far league and truce with thy true bed;
+I live unstain'd, thou undishonoured.
ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
-Plead you to me, fair dame? I know you not:
-In Ephesus I am but two hours old,
-As strange unto your town as to your talk;
-Who, every word by all my wit being scann'd,
-Want wit in all one word to understand.
+Plead you to me, fair dame? I know you not:
+In Ephesus I am but two hours old,
+As strange unto your town as to your talk;
+Who, every word by all my wit being scann'd,
+Want wit in all one word to understand.
LUCIANA
-Fie, brother! how the world is changed with you!
-When were you wont to use my sister thus?
-She sent for you by Dromio home to dinner.
+Fie, brother! how the world is changed with you!
+When were you wont to use my sister thus?
+She sent for you by Dromio home to dinner.
ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
-By Dromio?
+By Dromio?
DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
-By me?
+By me?
ADRIANA
-By thee; and this thou didst return from him,
-That he did buffet thee, and, in his blows,
-Denied my house for his, me for his wife.
+By thee; and this thou didst return from him,
+That he did buffet thee, and, in his blows,
+Denied my house for his, me for his wife.
ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
-Did you converse, sir, with this gentlewoman?
-What is the course and drift of your compact?
+Did you converse, sir, with this gentlewoman?
+What is the course and drift of your compact?
DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
-I, sir? I never saw her till this time.
+I, sir? I never saw her till this time.
ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
-Villain, thou liest; for even her very words
-Didst thou deliver to me on the mart.
+Villain, thou liest; for even her very words
+Didst thou deliver to me on the mart.
DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
-I never spake with her in all my life.
+I never spake with her in all my life.
ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
-How can she thus then call us by our names,
-Unless it be by inspiration.
+How can she thus then call us by our names,
+Unless it be by inspiration.
ADRIANA
-How ill agrees it with your gravity
-To counterfeit thus grossly with your slave,
-Abetting him to thwart me in my mood!
-Be it my wrong you are from me exempt,
-But wrong not that wrong with a more contempt.
-Come, I will fasten on this sleeve of thine:
-Thou art an elm, my husband, I a vine,
-Whose weakness, married to thy stronger state,
-Makes me with thy strength to communicate:
-If aught possess thee from me, it is dross,
-Usurping ivy, brier, or idle moss;
-Who, all for want of pruning, with intrusion
-Infect thy sap and live on thy confusion.
+How ill agrees it with your gravity
+To counterfeit thus grossly with your slave,
+Abetting him to thwart me in my mood!
+Be it my wrong you are from me exempt,
+But wrong not that wrong with a more contempt.
+Come, I will fasten on this sleeve of thine:
+Thou art an elm, my husband, I a vine,
+Whose weakness, married to thy stronger state,
+Makes me with thy strength to communicate:
+If aught possess thee from me, it is dross,
+Usurping ivy, brier, or idle moss;
+Who, all for want of pruning, with intrusion
+Infect thy sap and live on thy confusion.
ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
-To me she speaks; she moves me for her theme:
-What, was I married to her in my dream?
-Or sleep I now and think I hear all this?
-What error drives our eyes and ears amiss?
-Until I know this sure uncertainty,
-I'll entertain the offer'd fallacy.
+To me she speaks; she moves me for her theme:
+What, was I married to her in my dream?
+Or sleep I now and think I hear all this?
+What error drives our eyes and ears amiss?
+Until I know this sure uncertainty,
+I'll entertain the offer'd fallacy.
LUCIANA
-Dromio, go bid the servants spread for dinner.
+Dromio, go bid the servants spread for dinner.
DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
-O, for my beads! I cross me for a sinner.
-This is the fairy land: O spite of spites!
-We talk with goblins, owls and sprites:
-If we obey them not, this will ensue,
-They'll suck our breath, or pinch us black and blue.
+O, for my beads! I cross me for a sinner.
+This is the fairy land: O spite of spites!
+We talk with goblins, owls and sprites:
+If we obey them not, this will ensue,
+They'll suck our breath, or pinch us black and blue.
LUCIANA
-Why pratest thou to thyself and answer'st not?
-Dromio, thou drone, thou snail, thou slug, thou sot!
+Why pratest thou to thyself and answer'st not?
+Dromio, thou drone, thou snail, thou slug, thou sot!
DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
-I am transformed, master, am I not?
+I am transformed, master, am I not?
ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
-I think thou art in mind, and so am I.
+I think thou art in mind, and so am I.
DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
-Nay, master, both in mind and in my shape.
+Nay, master, both in mind and in my shape.
ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
-Thou hast thine own form.
+Thou hast thine own form.
DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
-No, I am an ape.
+No, I am an ape.
LUCIANA
-If thou art changed to aught, 'tis to an ass.
+If thou art changed to aught, 'tis to an ass.
DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
-'Tis true; she rides me and I long for grass.
-'Tis so, I am an ass; else it could never be
-But I should know her as well as she knows me.
+'Tis true; she rides me and I long for grass.
+'Tis so, I am an ass; else it could never be
+But I should know her as well as she knows me.
ADRIANA
-Come, come, no longer will I be a fool,
-To put the finger in the eye and weep,
-Whilst man and master laugh my woes to scorn.
-Come, sir, to dinner. Dromio, keep the gate.
-Husband, I'll dine above with you to-day
-And shrive you of a thousand idle pranks.
-Sirrah, if any ask you for your master,
-Say he dines forth, and let no creature enter.
-Come, sister. Dromio, play the porter well.
+Come, come, no longer will I be a fool,
+To put the finger in the eye and weep,
+Whilst man and master laugh my woes to scorn.
+Come, sir, to dinner. Dromio, keep the gate.
+Husband, I'll dine above with you to-day
+And shrive you of a thousand idle pranks.
+Sirrah, if any ask you for your master,
+Say he dines forth, and let no creature enter.
+Come, sister. Dromio, play the porter well.
ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
-Am I in earth, in heaven, or in hell?
-Sleeping or waking? mad or well-advised?
-Known unto these, and to myself disguised!
-I'll say as they say and persever so,
-And in this mist at all adventures go.
+Am I in earth, in heaven, or in hell?
+Sleeping or waking? mad or well-advised?
+Known unto these, and to myself disguised!
+I'll say as they say and persever so,
+And in this mist at all adventures go.
DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
-Master, shall I be porter at the gate?
+Master, shall I be porter at the gate?
ADRIANA
-Ay; and let none enter, lest I break your pate.
+Ay; and let none enter, lest I break your pate.
LUCIANA
-Come, come, Antipholus, we dine too late.
+Come, come, Antipholus, we dine too late.

Exeunt

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SCENE I. Before the house of ANTIPHOLUS of Ephesus.

ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
-Good Signior Angelo, you must excuse us all;
-My wife is shrewish when I keep not hours:
-Say that I linger'd with you at your shop
-To see the making of her carcanet,
-And that to-morrow you will bring it home.
-But here's a villain that would face me down
-He met me on the mart, and that I beat him,
-And charged him with a thousand marks in gold,
-And that I did deny my wife and house.
-Thou drunkard, thou, what didst thou mean by this?
+Good Signior Angelo, you must excuse us all;
+My wife is shrewish when I keep not hours:
+Say that I linger'd with you at your shop
+To see the making of her carcanet,
+And that to-morrow you will bring it home.
+But here's a villain that would face me down
+He met me on the mart, and that I beat him,
+And charged him with a thousand marks in gold,
+And that I did deny my wife and house.
+Thou drunkard, thou, what didst thou mean by this?
DROMIO OF EPHESUS
-Say what you will, sir, but I know what I know;
-That you beat me at the mart, I have your hand to show:
-If the skin were parchment, and the blows you gave were ink,
-Your own handwriting would tell you what I think.
+Say what you will, sir, but I know what I know;
+That you beat me at the mart, I have your hand to show:
+If the skin were parchment, and the blows you gave were ink,
+Your own handwriting would tell you what I think.
ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
-I think thou art an ass.
+I think thou art an ass.
DROMIO OF EPHESUS
-Marry, so it doth appear
-By the wrongs I suffer and the blows I bear.
-I should kick, being kick'd; and, being at that pass,
-You would keep from my heels and beware of an ass.
+Marry, so it doth appear
+By the wrongs I suffer and the blows I bear.
+I should kick, being kick'd; and, being at that pass,
+You would keep from my heels and beware of an ass.
ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
-You're sad, Signior Balthazar: pray God our cheer
-May answer my good will and your good welcome here.
+You're sad, Signior Balthazar: pray God our cheer
+May answer my good will and your good welcome here.
BALTHAZAR
-I hold your dainties cheap, sir, and your
-welcome dear.
+I hold your dainties cheap, sir, and your
+welcome dear.
ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
-O, Signior Balthazar, either at flesh or fish,
-A table full of welcome make scarce one dainty dish.
+O, Signior Balthazar, either at flesh or fish,
+A table full of welcome make scarce one dainty dish.
BALTHAZAR
-Good meat, sir, is common; that every churl affords.
+Good meat, sir, is common; that every churl affords.
ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
-And welcome more common; for that's nothing but words.
+And welcome more common; for that's nothing but words.
BALTHAZAR
-Small cheer and great welcome makes a merry feast.
+Small cheer and great welcome makes a merry feast.
ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
-Ay, to a niggardly host, and more sparing guest:
-But though my cates be mean, take them in good part;
-Better cheer may you have, but not with better heart.
-But, soft! my door is lock'd. Go bid them let us in.
+Ay, to a niggardly host, and more sparing guest:
+But though my cates be mean, take them in good part;
+Better cheer may you have, but not with better heart.
+But, soft! my door is lock'd. Go bid them let us in.
DROMIO OF EPHESUS
-Maud, Bridget, Marian, Cicel, Gillian, Ginn!
+Maud, Bridget, Marian, Cicel, Gillian, Ginn!
DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
-[Within] Mome, malt-horse, capon, coxcomb,
-idiot, patch!
-Either get thee from the door, or sit down at the hatch.
-Dost thou conjure for wenches, that thou call'st
-for such store,
-When one is one too many? Go, get thee from the door.
+[Within] Mome, malt-horse, capon, coxcomb,
+idiot, patch!
+Either get thee from the door, or sit down at the hatch.
+Dost thou conjure for wenches, that thou call'st
+for such store,
+When one is one too many? Go, get thee from the door.
DROMIO OF EPHESUS
-What patch is made our porter? My master stays in
-the street.
+What patch is made our porter? My master stays in
+the street.
DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
-[Within] Let him walk from whence he came, lest he
-catch cold on's feet.
+[Within] Let him walk from whence he came, lest he
+catch cold on's feet.
ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
-Who talks within there? ho, open the door!
+Who talks within there? ho, open the door!
DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
-[Within] Right, sir; I'll tell you when, an you tell
-me wherefore.
+[Within] Right, sir; I'll tell you when, an you tell
+me wherefore.
ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
-Wherefore? for my dinner: I have not dined to-day.
+Wherefore? for my dinner: I have not dined to-day.
DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
-[Within] Nor to-day here you must not; come again
-when you may.
+[Within] Nor to-day here you must not; come again
+when you may.
ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
-What art thou that keepest me out from the house I owe?
+What art thou that keepest me out from the house I owe?
DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
-[Within] The porter for this time, sir, and my name
-is Dromio.
+[Within] The porter for this time, sir, and my name
+is Dromio.
DROMIO OF EPHESUS
-O villain! thou hast stolen both mine office and my name.
-The one ne'er got me credit, the other mickle blame.
-If thou hadst been Dromio to-day in my place,
-Thou wouldst have changed thy face for a name or thy
-name for an ass.
+O villain! thou hast stolen both mine office and my name.
+The one ne'er got me credit, the other mickle blame.
+If thou hadst been Dromio to-day in my place,
+Thou wouldst have changed thy face for a name or thy
+name for an ass.
LUCE
-[Within] What a coil is there, Dromio? who are those
-at the gate?
+[Within] What a coil is there, Dromio? who are those
+at the gate?
DROMIO OF EPHESUS
-Let my master in, Luce.
+Let my master in, Luce.
LUCE
-[Within] Faith, no; he comes too late;
-And so tell your master.
+[Within] Faith, no; he comes too late;
+And so tell your master.
DROMIO OF EPHESUS
-O Lord, I must laugh!
-Have at you with a proverb--Shall I set in my staff?
+O Lord, I must laugh!
+Have at you with a proverb--Shall I set in my staff?
LUCE
-[Within] Have at you with another; that's--When?
-can you tell?
+[Within] Have at you with another; that's--When?
+can you tell?
DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
-[Within] If thy name be call'd Luce--Luce, thou hast
-answered him well.
+[Within] If thy name be call'd Luce--Luce, thou hast
+answered him well.
ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
-Do you hear, you minion? you'll let us in, I hope?
+Do you hear, you minion? you'll let us in, I hope?
LUCE
-[Within] I thought to have asked you.
+[Within] I thought to have asked you.
DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
-[Within] And you said no.
+[Within] And you said no.
DROMIO OF EPHESUS
-So, come, help: well struck! there was blow for blow.
+So, come, help: well struck! there was blow for blow.
ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
-Thou baggage, let me in.
+Thou baggage, let me in.
LUCE
-[Within] Can you tell for whose sake?
+[Within] Can you tell for whose sake?
DROMIO OF EPHESUS
-Master, knock the door hard.
+Master, knock the door hard.
LUCE
-[Within] Let him knock till it ache.
+[Within] Let him knock till it ache.
ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
-You'll cry for this, minion, if I beat the door down.
+You'll cry for this, minion, if I beat the door down.
LUCE
-[Within] What needs all that, and a pair of stocks in the town?
+[Within] What needs all that, and a pair of stocks in the town?
ADRIANA
-[Within] Who is that at the door that keeps all
-this noise?
+[Within] Who is that at the door that keeps all
+this noise?
DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
-[Within] By my troth, your town is troubled with
-unruly boys.
+[Within] By my troth, your town is troubled with
+unruly boys.
ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
-Are you there, wife? you might have come before.
+Are you there, wife? you might have come before.
ADRIANA
-[Within] Your wife, sir knave! go get you from the door.
+[Within] Your wife, sir knave! go get you from the door.
DROMIO OF EPHESUS
-If you went in pain, master, this 'knave' would go sore.
+If you went in pain, master, this 'knave' would go sore.
ANGELO
-Here is neither cheer, sir, nor welcome: we would
-fain have either.
+Here is neither cheer, sir, nor welcome: we would
+fain have either.
BALTHAZAR
-In debating which was best, we shall part with neither.
+In debating which was best, we shall part with neither.
DROMIO OF EPHESUS
-They stand at the door, master; bid them welcome hither.
+They stand at the door, master; bid them welcome hither.
ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
-There is something in the wind, that we cannot get in.
+There is something in the wind, that we cannot get in.
DROMIO OF EPHESUS
-You would say so, master, if your garments were thin.
-Your cake there is warm within; you stand here in the cold:
-It would make a man mad as a buck, to be so bought and sold.
+You would say so, master, if your garments were thin.
+Your cake there is warm within; you stand here in the cold:
+It would make a man mad as a buck, to be so bought and sold.
ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
-Go fetch me something: I'll break ope the gate.
+Go fetch me something: I'll break ope the gate.
DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
-[Within] Break any breaking here, and I'll break your
-knave's pate.
+[Within] Break any breaking here, and I'll break your
+knave's pate.
DROMIO OF EPHESUS
-A man may break a word with you, sir, and words are but wind,
-Ay, and break it in your face, so he break it not behind.
+A man may break a word with you, sir, and words are but wind,
+Ay, and break it in your face, so he break it not behind.
DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
-[Within] It seems thou want'st breaking: out upon
-thee, hind!
+[Within] It seems thou want'st breaking: out upon
+thee, hind!
DROMIO OF EPHESUS
-Here's too much 'out upon thee!' I pray thee,
-let me in.
+Here's too much 'out upon thee!' I pray thee,
+let me in.
DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
-[Within] Ay, when fowls have no feathers and fish have no fin.
+[Within] Ay, when fowls have no feathers and fish have no fin.
ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
-Well, I'll break in: go borrow me a crow.
+Well, I'll break in: go borrow me a crow.
DROMIO OF EPHESUS
-A crow without feather? Master, mean you so?
-For a fish without a fin, there's a fowl without a feather;
-If a crow help us in, sirrah, we'll pluck a crow together.
+A crow without feather? Master, mean you so?
+For a fish without a fin, there's a fowl without a feather;
+If a crow help us in, sirrah, we'll pluck a crow together.
ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
-Go get thee gone; fetch me an iron crow.
+Go get thee gone; fetch me an iron crow.
BALTHAZAR
-Have patience, sir; O, let it not be so!
-Herein you war against your reputation
-And draw within the compass of suspect
-The unviolated honour of your wife.
-Once this,--your long experience of her wisdom,
-Her sober virtue, years and modesty,
-Plead on her part some cause to you unknown:
-And doubt not, sir, but she will well excuse
-Why at this time the doors are made against you.
-Be ruled by me: depart in patience,
-And let us to the Tiger all to dinner,
-And about evening come yourself alone
-To know the reason of this strange restraint.
-If by strong hand you offer to break in
-Now in the stirring passage of the day,
-A vulgar comment will be made of it,
-And that supposed by the common rout
-Against your yet ungalled estimation
-That may with foul intrusion enter in
-And dwell upon your grave when you are dead;
-For slander lives upon succession,
-For ever housed where it gets possession.
+Have patience, sir; O, let it not be so!
+Herein you war against your reputation
+And draw within the compass of suspect
+The unviolated honour of your wife.
+Once this,--your long experience of her wisdom,
+Her sober virtue, years and modesty,
+Plead on her part some cause to you unknown:
+And doubt not, sir, but she will well excuse
+Why at this time the doors are made against you.
+Be ruled by me: depart in patience,
+And let us to the Tiger all to dinner,
+And about evening come yourself alone
+To know the reason of this strange restraint.
+If by strong hand you offer to break in
+Now in the stirring passage of the day,
+A vulgar comment will be made of it,
+And that supposed by the common rout
+Against your yet ungalled estimation
+That may with foul intrusion enter in
+And dwell upon your grave when you are dead;
+For slander lives upon succession,
+For ever housed where it gets possession.
ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
-You have prevailed: I will depart in quiet,
-And, in despite of mirth, mean to be merry.
-I know a wench of excellent discourse,
-Pretty and witty; wild, and yet, too, gentle:
-There will we dine. This woman that I mean,
-My wife--but, I protest, without desert--
-Hath oftentimes upbraided me withal:
-To her will we to dinner.
+You have prevailed: I will depart in quiet,
+And, in despite of mirth, mean to be merry.
+I know a wench of excellent discourse,
+Pretty and witty; wild, and yet, too, gentle:
+There will we dine. This woman that I mean,
+My wife--but, I protest, without desert--
+Hath oftentimes upbraided me withal:
+To her will we to dinner.

To Angelo

-Get you home
-And fetch the chain; by this I know 'tis made:
-Bring it, I pray you, to the Porpentine;
-For there's the house: that chain will I bestow--
-Be it for nothing but to spite my wife--
-Upon mine hostess there: good sir, make haste.
-Since mine own doors refuse to entertain me,
-I'll knock elsewhere, to see if they'll disdain me.
+Get you home
+And fetch the chain; by this I know 'tis made:
+Bring it, I pray you, to the Porpentine;
+For there's the house: that chain will I bestow--
+Be it for nothing but to spite my wife--
+Upon mine hostess there: good sir, make haste.
+Since mine own doors refuse to entertain me,
+I'll knock elsewhere, to see if they'll disdain me.
ANGELO
-I'll meet you at that place some hour hence.
+I'll meet you at that place some hour hence.
ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
-Do so. This jest shall cost me some expense.
+Do so. This jest shall cost me some expense.

Exeunt

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SCENE II. The same.

ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
-Sweet mistress--what your name is else, I know not,
-Nor by what wonder you do hit of mine,--
-Less in your knowledge and your grace you show not
-Than our earth's wonder, more than earth divine.
-Teach me, dear creature, how to think and speak;
-Lay open to my earthy-gross conceit,
-Smother'd in errors, feeble, shallow, weak,
-The folded meaning of your words' deceit.
-Against my soul's pure truth why labour you
-To make it wander in an unknown field?
-Are you a god? would you create me new?
-Transform me then, and to your power I'll yield.
-But if that I am I, then well I know
-Your weeping sister is no wife of mine,
-Nor to her bed no homage do I owe
-Far more, far more to you do I decline.
-O, train me not, sweet mermaid, with thy note,
-To drown me in thy sister's flood of tears:
-Sing, siren, for thyself and I will dote:
-Spread o'er the silver waves thy golden hairs,
-And as a bed I'll take them and there lie,
-And in that glorious supposition think
-He gains by death that hath such means to die:
-Let Love, being light, be drowned if she sink!
+Sweet mistress--what your name is else, I know not,
+Nor by what wonder you do hit of mine,--
+Less in your knowledge and your grace you show not
+Than our earth's wonder, more than earth divine.
+Teach me, dear creature, how to think and speak;
+Lay open to my earthy-gross conceit,
+Smother'd in errors, feeble, shallow, weak,
+The folded meaning of your words' deceit.
+Against my soul's pure truth why labour you
+To make it wander in an unknown field?
+Are you a god? would you create me new?
+Transform me then, and to your power I'll yield.
+But if that I am I, then well I know
+Your weeping sister is no wife of mine,
+Nor to her bed no homage do I owe
+Far more, far more to you do I decline.
+O, train me not, sweet mermaid, with thy note,
+To drown me in thy sister's flood of tears:
+Sing, siren, for thyself and I will dote:
+Spread o'er the silver waves thy golden hairs,
+And as a bed I'll take them and there lie,
+And in that glorious supposition think
+He gains by death that hath such means to die:
+Let Love, being light, be drowned if she sink!
LUCIANA
-What, are you mad, that you do reason so?
+What, are you mad, that you do reason so?
ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
-Not mad, but mated; how, I do not know.
+Not mad, but mated; how, I do not know.
LUCIANA
-It is a fault that springeth from your eye.
+It is a fault that springeth from your eye.
ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
-For gazing on your beams, fair sun, being by.
+For gazing on your beams, fair sun, being by.
LUCIANA
-Gaze where you should, and that will clear your sight.
+Gaze where you should, and that will clear your sight.
ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
-As good to wink, sweet love, as look on night.
+As good to wink, sweet love, as look on night.
LUCIANA
-Why call you me love? call my sister so.
+Why call you me love? call my sister so.
ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
-Thy sister's sister.
+Thy sister's sister.
LUCIANA
-That's my sister.
+That's my sister.
ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
-No;
-It is thyself, mine own self's better part,
-Mine eye's clear eye, my dear heart's dearer heart,
-My food, my fortune and my sweet hope's aim,
-My sole earth's heaven and my heaven's claim.
+No;
+It is thyself, mine own self's better part,
+Mine eye's clear eye, my dear heart's dearer heart,
+My food, my fortune and my sweet hope's aim,
+My sole earth's heaven and my heaven's claim.
LUCIANA
-All this my sister is, or else should be.
+All this my sister is, or else should be.
ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
-Call thyself sister, sweet, for I am thee.
-Thee will I love and with thee lead my life:
-Thou hast no husband yet nor I no wife.
-Give me thy hand.
+Call thyself sister, sweet, for I am thee.
+Thee will I love and with thee lead my life:
+Thou hast no husband yet nor I no wife.
+Give me thy hand.
LUCIANA
- O, soft, air! hold you still:
-I'll fetch my sister, to get her good will.
+ O, soft, air! hold you still:
+I'll fetch my sister, to get her good will.

Exit

Enter DROMIO of Syracuse

ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
-Why, how now, Dromio! where runn'st thou so fast?
+Why, how now, Dromio! where runn'st thou so fast?
DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
-Do you know me, sir? am I Dromio? am I your man?
-am I myself?
+Do you know me, sir? am I Dromio? am I your man?
+am I myself?
ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
-Thou art Dromio, thou art my man, thou art thyself.
+Thou art Dromio, thou art my man, thou art thyself.
DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
-I am an ass, I am a woman's man and besides myself.
+I am an ass, I am a woman's man and besides myself.
ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
-What woman's man? and how besides thyself? besides thyself?
+What woman's man? and how besides thyself? besides thyself?
DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
-Marry, sir, besides myself, I am due to a woman; one
-that claims me, one that haunts me, one that will have me.
+Marry, sir, besides myself, I am due to a woman; one
+that claims me, one that haunts me, one that will have me.
ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
-What claim lays she to thee?
+What claim lays she to thee?
DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
-Marry sir, such claim as you would lay to your
-horse; and she would have me as a beast: not that, I
-being a beast, she would have me; but that she,
-being a very beastly creature, lays claim to me.
+Marry sir, such claim as you would lay to your
+horse; and she would have me as a beast: not that, I
+being a beast, she would have me; but that she,
+being a very beastly creature, lays claim to me.
ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
-What is she?
+What is she?
DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
-A very reverent body; ay, such a one as a man may
-not speak of without he say 'Sir-reverence.' I have
-but lean luck in the match, and yet is she a
-wondrous fat marriage.
+A very reverent body; ay, such a one as a man may
+not speak of without he say 'Sir-reverence.' I have
+but lean luck in the match, and yet is she a
+wondrous fat marriage.
ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
-How dost thou mean a fat marriage?
+How dost thou mean a fat marriage?
DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
-Marry, sir, she's the kitchen wench and all grease;
-and I know not what use to put her to but to make a
-lamp of her and run from her by her own light. I
-warrant, her rags and the tallow in them will burn a
-Poland winter: if she lives till doomsday,
-she'll burn a week longer than the whole world.
+Marry, sir, she's the kitchen wench and all grease;
+and I know not what use to put her to but to make a
+lamp of her and run from her by her own light. I
+warrant, her rags and the tallow in them will burn a
+Poland winter: if she lives till doomsday,
+she'll burn a week longer than the whole world.
ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
-What complexion is she of?
+What complexion is she of?
DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
-Swart, like my shoe, but her face nothing half so
-clean kept: for why, she sweats; a man may go over
-shoes in the grime of it.
+Swart, like my shoe, but her face nothing half so
+clean kept: for why, she sweats; a man may go over
+shoes in the grime of it.
ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
-That's a fault that water will mend.
+That's a fault that water will mend.
DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
-No, sir, 'tis in grain; Noah's flood could not do it.
+No, sir, 'tis in grain; Noah's flood could not do it.
ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
-What's her name?
+What's her name?
DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
-Nell, sir; but her name and three quarters, that's
-an ell and three quarters, will not measure her from
-hip to hip.
+Nell, sir; but her name and three quarters, that's
+an ell and three quarters, will not measure her from
+hip to hip.
ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
-Then she bears some breadth?
+Then she bears some breadth?
DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
-No longer from head to foot than from hip to hip:
-she is spherical, like a globe; I could find out
-countries in her.
+No longer from head to foot than from hip to hip:
+she is spherical, like a globe; I could find out
+countries in her.
ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
-In what part of her body stands Ireland?
+In what part of her body stands Ireland?
DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
-Marry, in her buttocks: I found it out by the bogs.
+Marry, in her buttocks: I found it out by the bogs.
ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
-Where Scotland?
+Where Scotland?
DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
-I found it by the barrenness; hard in the palm of the hand.
+I found it by the barrenness; hard in the palm of the hand.
ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
-Where France?
+Where France?
DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
-In her forehead; armed and reverted, making war
-against her heir.
+In her forehead; armed and reverted, making war
+against her heir.
ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
-Where England?
+Where England?
DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
-I looked for the chalky cliffs, but I could find no
-whiteness in them; but I guess it stood in her chin,
-by the salt rheum that ran between France and it.
+I looked for the chalky cliffs, but I could find no
+whiteness in them; but I guess it stood in her chin,
+by the salt rheum that ran between France and it.
ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
-Where Spain?
+Where Spain?
DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
-Faith, I saw it not; but I felt it hot in her breath.
+Faith, I saw it not; but I felt it hot in her breath.
ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
-Where America, the Indies?
+Where America, the Indies?
DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
-Oh, sir, upon her nose all o'er embellished with
-rubies, carbuncles, sapphires, declining their rich
-aspect to the hot breath of Spain; who sent whole
-armadoes of caracks to be ballast at her nose.
+Oh, sir, upon her nose all o'er embellished with
+rubies, carbuncles, sapphires, declining their rich
+aspect to the hot breath of Spain; who sent whole
+armadoes of caracks to be ballast at her nose.
ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
-Where stood Belgia, the Netherlands?
+Where stood Belgia, the Netherlands?
DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
-Oh, sir, I did not look so low. To conclude, this
-drudge, or diviner, laid claim to me, call'd me
-Dromio; swore I was assured to her; told me what
-privy marks I had about me, as, the mark of my
-shoulder, the mole in my neck, the great wart on my
-left arm, that I amazed ran from her as a witch:
-And, I think, if my breast had not been made of
-faith and my heart of steel,
-She had transform'd me to a curtal dog and made
-me turn i' the wheel.
+Oh, sir, I did not look so low. To conclude, this
+drudge, or diviner, laid claim to me, call'd me
+Dromio; swore I was assured to her; told me what
+privy marks I had about me, as, the mark of my
+shoulder, the mole in my neck, the great wart on my
+left arm, that I amazed ran from her as a witch:
+And, I think, if my breast had not been made of
+faith and my heart of steel,
+She had transform'd me to a curtal dog and made
+me turn i' the wheel.
ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
-Go hie thee presently, post to the road:
-An if the wind blow any way from shore,
-I will not harbour in this town to-night:
-If any bark put forth, come to the mart,
-Where I will walk till thou return to me.
-If every one knows us and we know none,
-'Tis time, I think, to trudge, pack and be gone.
+Go hie thee presently, post to the road:
+An if the wind blow any way from shore,
+I will not harbour in this town to-night:
+If any bark put forth, come to the mart,
+Where I will walk till thou return to me.
+If every one knows us and we know none,
+'Tis time, I think, to trudge, pack and be gone.
DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
-As from a bear a man would run for life,
-So fly I from her that would be my wife.
+As from a bear a man would run for life,
+So fly I from her that would be my wife.

Exit

ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
-There's none but witches do inhabit here;
-And therefore 'tis high time that I were hence.
-She that doth call me husband, even my soul
-Doth for a wife abhor. But her fair sister,
-Possess'd with such a gentle sovereign grace,
-Of such enchanting presence and discourse,
-Hath almost made me traitor to myself:
-But, lest myself be guilty to self-wrong,
-I'll stop mine ears against the mermaid's song.
+There's none but witches do inhabit here;
+And therefore 'tis high time that I were hence.
+She that doth call me husband, even my soul
+Doth for a wife abhor. But her fair sister,
+Possess'd with such a gentle sovereign grace,
+Of such enchanting presence and discourse,
+Hath almost made me traitor to myself:
+But, lest myself be guilty to self-wrong,
+I'll stop mine ears against the mermaid's song.

Enter ANGELO with the chain

ANGELO
-Master Antipholus,--
+Master Antipholus,--
ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
-Ay, that's my name.
+Ay, that's my name.
ANGELO
-I know it well, sir, lo, here is the chain.
-I thought to have ta'en you at the Porpentine:
-The chain unfinish'd made me stay thus long.
+I know it well, sir, lo, here is the chain.
+I thought to have ta'en you at the Porpentine:
+The chain unfinish'd made me stay thus long.
ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
-What is your will that I shall do with this?
+What is your will that I shall do with this?
ANGELO
-What please yourself, sir: I have made it for you.
+What please yourself, sir: I have made it for you.
ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
-Made it for me, sir! I bespoke it not.
+Made it for me, sir! I bespoke it not.
ANGELO
-Not once, nor twice, but twenty times you have.
-Go home with it and please your wife withal;
-And soon at supper-time I'll visit you
-And then receive my money for the chain.
+Not once, nor twice, but twenty times you have.
+Go home with it and please your wife withal;
+And soon at supper-time I'll visit you
+And then receive my money for the chain.
ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
-I pray you, sir, receive the money now,
-For fear you ne'er see chain nor money more.
+I pray you, sir, receive the money now,
+For fear you ne'er see chain nor money more.
ANGELO
-You are a merry man, sir: fare you well.
+You are a merry man, sir: fare you well.

Exit

ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
-What I should think of this, I cannot tell:
-But this I think, there's no man is so vain
-That would refuse so fair an offer'd chain.
-I see a man here needs not live by shifts,
-When in the streets he meets such golden gifts.
-I'll to the mart, and there for Dromio stay
-If any ship put out, then straight away.
+What I should think of this, I cannot tell:
+But this I think, there's no man is so vain
+That would refuse so fair an offer'd chain.
+I see a man here needs not live by shifts,
+When in the streets he meets such golden gifts.
+I'll to the mart, and there for Dromio stay
+If any ship put out, then straight away.

Exit

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SCENE I. A public place.

ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
-While I go to the goldsmith's house, go thou
-And buy a rope's end: that will I bestow
-Among my wife and her confederates,
-For locking me out of my doors by day.
-But, soft! I see the goldsmith. Get thee gone;
-Buy thou a rope and bring it home to me.
+While I go to the goldsmith's house, go thou
+And buy a rope's end: that will I bestow
+Among my wife and her confederates,
+For locking me out of my doors by day.
+But, soft! I see the goldsmith. Get thee gone;
+Buy thou a rope and bring it home to me.
DROMIO OF EPHESUS
-I buy a thousand pound a year: I buy a rope.
+I buy a thousand pound a year: I buy a rope.

Exit

ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
-A man is well holp up that trusts to you:
-I promised your presence and the chain;
-But neither chain nor goldsmith came to me.
-Belike you thought our love would last too long,
-If it were chain'd together, and therefore came not.
+A man is well holp up that trusts to you:
+I promised your presence and the chain;
+But neither chain nor goldsmith came to me.
+Belike you thought our love would last too long,
+If it were chain'd together, and therefore came not.
ANGELO
-Saving your merry humour, here's the note
-How much your chain weighs to the utmost carat,
-The fineness of the gold and chargeful fashion.
-Which doth amount to three odd ducats more
-Than I stand debted to this gentleman:
-I pray you, see him presently discharged,
-For he is bound to sea and stays but for it.
+Saving your merry humour, here's the note
+How much your chain weighs to the utmost carat,
+The fineness of the gold and chargeful fashion.
+Which doth amount to three odd ducats more
+Than I stand debted to this gentleman:
+I pray you, see him presently discharged,
+For he is bound to sea and stays but for it.
ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
-I am not furnish'd with the present money;
-Besides, I have some business in the town.
-Good signior, take the stranger to my house
-And with you take the chain and bid my wife
-Disburse the sum on the receipt thereof:
-Perchance I will be there as soon as you.
+I am not furnish'd with the present money;
+Besides, I have some business in the town.
+Good signior, take the stranger to my house
+And with you take the chain and bid my wife
+Disburse the sum on the receipt thereof:
+Perchance I will be there as soon as you.
ANGELO
-Then you will bring the chain to her yourself?
+Then you will bring the chain to her yourself?
ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
-No; bear it with you, lest I come not time enough.
+No; bear it with you, lest I come not time enough.
ANGELO
-Well, sir, I will. Have you the chain about you?
+Well, sir, I will. Have you the chain about you?
ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
-An if I have not, sir, I hope you have;
-Or else you may return without your money.
+An if I have not, sir, I hope you have;
+Or else you may return without your money.
ANGELO
-Nay, come, I pray you, sir, give me the chain:
-Both wind and tide stays for this gentleman,
-And I, to blame, have held him here too long.
+Nay, come, I pray you, sir, give me the chain:
+Both wind and tide stays for this gentleman,
+And I, to blame, have held him here too long.
ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
-Good Lord! you use this dalliance to excuse
-Your breach of promise to the Porpentine.
-I should have chid you for not bringing it,
-But, like a shrew, you first begin to brawl.
+Good Lord! you use this dalliance to excuse
+Your breach of promise to the Porpentine.
+I should have chid you for not bringing it,
+But, like a shrew, you first begin to brawl.
Second Merchant
-The hour steals on; I pray you, sir, dispatch.
+The hour steals on; I pray you, sir, dispatch.
ANGELO
-You hear how he importunes me;--the chain!
+You hear how he importunes me;--the chain!
ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
-Why, give it to my wife and fetch your money.
+Why, give it to my wife and fetch your money.
ANGELO
-Come, come, you know I gave it you even now.
-Either send the chain or send me by some token.
+Come, come, you know I gave it you even now.
+Either send the chain or send me by some token.
ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
-Fie, now you run this humour out of breath,
-where's the chain? I pray you, let me see it.
+Fie, now you run this humour out of breath,
+where's the chain? I pray you, let me see it.
Second Merchant
-My business cannot brook this dalliance.
-Good sir, say whether you'll answer me or no:
-If not, I'll leave him to the officer.
+My business cannot brook this dalliance.
+Good sir, say whether you'll answer me or no:
+If not, I'll leave him to the officer.
ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
-I answer you! what should I answer you?
+I answer you! what should I answer you?
ANGELO
-The money that you owe me for the chain.
+The money that you owe me for the chain.
ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
-I owe you none till I receive the chain.
+I owe you none till I receive the chain.
ANGELO
-You know I gave it you half an hour since.
+You know I gave it you half an hour since.
ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
-You gave me none: you wrong me much to say so.
+You gave me none: you wrong me much to say so.
ANGELO
-You wrong me more, sir, in denying it:
-Consider how it stands upon my credit.
+You wrong me more, sir, in denying it:
+Consider how it stands upon my credit.
Second Merchant
-Well, officer, arrest him at my suit.
+Well, officer, arrest him at my suit.
Officer
-I do; and charge you in the duke's name to obey me.
+I do; and charge you in the duke's name to obey me.
ANGELO
-This touches me in reputation.
-Either consent to pay this sum for me
-Or I attach you by this officer.
+This touches me in reputation.
+Either consent to pay this sum for me
+Or I attach you by this officer.
ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
-Consent to pay thee that I never had!
-Arrest me, foolish fellow, if thou darest.
+Consent to pay thee that I never had!
+Arrest me, foolish fellow, if thou darest.
ANGELO
-Here is thy fee; arrest him, officer,
-I would not spare my brother in this case,
-If he should scorn me so apparently.
+Here is thy fee; arrest him, officer,
+I would not spare my brother in this case,
+If he should scorn me so apparently.
Officer
-I do arrest you, sir: you hear the suit.
+I do arrest you, sir: you hear the suit.
ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
-I do obey thee till I give thee bail.
-But, sirrah, you shall buy this sport as dear
-As all the metal in your shop will answer.
+I do obey thee till I give thee bail.
+But, sirrah, you shall buy this sport as dear
+As all the metal in your shop will answer.
ANGELO
-Sir, sir, I will have law in Ephesus,
-To your notorious shame; I doubt it not.
+Sir, sir, I will have law in Ephesus,
+To your notorious shame; I doubt it not.

Enter DROMIO of Syracuse, from the bay

DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
-Master, there is a bark of Epidamnum
-That stays but till her owner comes aboard,
-And then, sir, she bears away. Our fraughtage, sir,
-I have convey'd aboard; and I have bought
-The oil, the balsamum and aqua-vitae.
-The ship is in her trim; the merry wind
-Blows fair from land: they stay for nought at all
-But for their owner, master, and yourself.
+Master, there is a bark of Epidamnum
+That stays but till her owner comes aboard,
+And then, sir, she bears away. Our fraughtage, sir,
+I have convey'd aboard; and I have bought
+The oil, the balsamum and aqua-vitae.
+The ship is in her trim; the merry wind
+Blows fair from land: they stay for nought at all
+But for their owner, master, and yourself.
ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
-How now! a madman! Why, thou peevish sheep,
-What ship of Epidamnum stays for me?
+How now! a madman! Why, thou peevish sheep,
+What ship of Epidamnum stays for me?
DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
-A ship you sent me to, to hire waftage.
+A ship you sent me to, to hire waftage.
ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
-Thou drunken slave, I sent thee for a rope;
-And told thee to what purpose and what end.
+Thou drunken slave, I sent thee for a rope;
+And told thee to what purpose and what end.
DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
-You sent me for a rope's end as soon:
-You sent me to the bay, sir, for a bark.
+You sent me for a rope's end as soon:
+You sent me to the bay, sir, for a bark.
ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
-I will debate this matter at more leisure
-And teach your ears to list me with more heed.
-To Adriana, villain, hie thee straight:
-Give her this key, and tell her, in the desk
-That's cover'd o'er with Turkish tapestry,
-There is a purse of ducats; let her send it:
-Tell her I am arrested in the street
-And that shall bail me; hie thee, slave, be gone!
-On, officer, to prison till it come.
+I will debate this matter at more leisure
+And teach your ears to list me with more heed.
+To Adriana, villain, hie thee straight:
+Give her this key, and tell her, in the desk
+That's cover'd o'er with Turkish tapestry,
+There is a purse of ducats; let her send it:
+Tell her I am arrested in the street
+And that shall bail me; hie thee, slave, be gone!
+On, officer, to prison till it come.

Exeunt Second Merchant, Angelo, Officer, and Antipholus of Ephesus

DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
-To Adriana! that is where we dined,
-Where Dowsabel did claim me for her husband:
-She is too big, I hope, for me to compass.
-Thither I must, although against my will,
-For servants must their masters' minds fulfil.
+To Adriana! that is where we dined,
+Where Dowsabel did claim me for her husband:
+She is too big, I hope, for me to compass.
+Thither I must, although against my will,
+For servants must their masters' minds fulfil.

Exit

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SCENE II. The house of ANTIPHOLUS of Ephesus.

ADRIANA
-Didst speak him fair?
+Didst speak him fair?
LUCIANA
-Have patience, I beseech.
+Have patience, I beseech.
ADRIANA
-I cannot, nor I will not, hold me still;
-My tongue, though not my heart, shall have his will.
-He is deformed, crooked, old and sere,
-Ill-faced, worse bodied, shapeless everywhere;
-Vicious, ungentle, foolish, blunt, unkind;
-Stigmatical in making, worse in mind.
+I cannot, nor I will not, hold me still;
+My tongue, though not my heart, shall have his will.
+He is deformed, crooked, old and sere,
+Ill-faced, worse bodied, shapeless everywhere;
+Vicious, ungentle, foolish, blunt, unkind;
+Stigmatical in making, worse in mind.
LUCIANA
-Who would be jealous then of such a one?
-No evil lost is wail'd when it is gone.
+Who would be jealous then of such a one?
+No evil lost is wail'd when it is gone.
ADRIANA
-Ah, but I think him better than I say,
-And yet would herein others' eyes were worse.
-Far from her nest the lapwing cries away:
-My heart prays for him, though my tongue do curse.
+Ah, but I think him better than I say,
+And yet would herein others' eyes were worse.
+Far from her nest the lapwing cries away:
+My heart prays for him, though my tongue do curse.

Enter DROMIO of Syracuse

DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
-Here! go; the desk, the purse! sweet, now, make haste.
+Here! go; the desk, the purse! sweet, now, make haste.
LUCIANA
-How hast thou lost thy breath?
+How hast thou lost thy breath?
DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
-By running fast.
+By running fast.
ADRIANA
-Where is thy master, Dromio? is he well?
+Where is thy master, Dromio? is he well?
DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
-No, he's in Tartar limbo, worse than hell.
-A devil in an everlasting garment hath him;
-One whose hard heart is button'd up with steel;
-A fiend, a fury, pitiless and rough;
-A wolf, nay, worse, a fellow all in buff;
-A back-friend, a shoulder-clapper, one that
-countermands
-The passages of alleys, creeks and narrow lands;
-A hound that runs counter and yet draws dryfoot well;
-One that before the judgement carries poor souls to hell.
+No, he's in Tartar limbo, worse than hell.
+A devil in an everlasting garment hath him;
+One whose hard heart is button'd up with steel;
+A fiend, a fury, pitiless and rough;
+A wolf, nay, worse, a fellow all in buff;
+A back-friend, a shoulder-clapper, one that
+countermands
+The passages of alleys, creeks and narrow lands;
+A hound that runs counter and yet draws dryfoot well;
+One that before the judgement carries poor souls to hell.
ADRIANA
-Why, man, what is the matter?
+Why, man, what is the matter?
DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
-I do not know the matter: he is 'rested on the case.
+I do not know the matter: he is 'rested on the case.
ADRIANA
-What, is he arrested? Tell me at whose suit.
+What, is he arrested? Tell me at whose suit.
DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
-I know not at whose suit he is arrested well;
-But he's in a suit of buff which 'rested him, that can I tell.
-Will you send him, mistress, redemption, the money in his desk?
+I know not at whose suit he is arrested well;
+But he's in a suit of buff which 'rested him, that can I tell.
+Will you send him, mistress, redemption, the money in his desk?
ADRIANA
-Go fetch it, sister.
+Go fetch it, sister.

Exit Luciana

-This I wonder at,
-That he, unknown to me, should be in debt.
-Tell me, was he arrested on a band?
+This I wonder at,
+That he, unknown to me, should be in debt.
+Tell me, was he arrested on a band?
DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
-Not on a band, but on a stronger thing;
-A chain, a chain! Do you not hear it ring?
+Not on a band, but on a stronger thing;
+A chain, a chain! Do you not hear it ring?
ADRIANA
-What, the chain?
+What, the chain?
DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
-No, no, the bell: 'tis time that I were gone:
-It was two ere I left him, and now the clock
-strikes one.
+No, no, the bell: 'tis time that I were gone:
+It was two ere I left him, and now the clock
+strikes one.
ADRIANA
-The hours come back! that did I never hear.
+The hours come back! that did I never hear.
DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
-O, yes; if any hour meet a sergeant, a' turns back for
-very fear.
+O, yes; if any hour meet a sergeant, a' turns back for
+very fear.
ADRIANA
-As if Time were in debt! how fondly dost thou reason!
+As if Time were in debt! how fondly dost thou reason!
DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
-Time is a very bankrupt, and owes more than he's
-worth, to season.
-Nay, he's a thief too: have you not heard men say
-That Time comes stealing on by night and day?
-If Time be in debt and theft, and a sergeant in the way,
-Hath he not reason to turn back an hour in a day?
+Time is a very bankrupt, and owes more than he's
+worth, to season.
+Nay, he's a thief too: have you not heard men say
+That Time comes stealing on by night and day?
+If Time be in debt and theft, and a sergeant in the way,
+Hath he not reason to turn back an hour in a day?

Re-enter LUCIANA with a purse

ADRIANA
-Go, Dromio; there's the money, bear it straight;
-And bring thy master home immediately.
-Come, sister: I am press'd down with conceit--
-Conceit, my comfort and my injury.
+Go, Dromio; there's the money, bear it straight;
+And bring thy master home immediately.
+Come, sister: I am press'd down with conceit--
+Conceit, my comfort and my injury.

Exeunt

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SCENE III. A public place.

ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
-There's not a man I meet but doth salute me
-As if I were their well-acquainted friend;
-And every one doth call me by my name.
-Some tender money to me; some invite me;
-Some other give me thanks for kindnesses;
-Some offer me commodities to buy:
-Even now a tailor call'd me in his shop
-And show'd me silks that he had bought for me,
-And therewithal took measure of my body.
-Sure, these are but imaginary wiles
-And Lapland sorcerers inhabit here.
+There's not a man I meet but doth salute me
+As if I were their well-acquainted friend;
+And every one doth call me by my name.
+Some tender money to me; some invite me;
+Some other give me thanks for kindnesses;
+Some offer me commodities to buy:
+Even now a tailor call'd me in his shop
+And show'd me silks that he had bought for me,
+And therewithal took measure of my body.
+Sure, these are but imaginary wiles
+And Lapland sorcerers inhabit here.

Enter DROMIO of Syracuse

DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
-Master, here's the gold you sent me for. What, have
-you got the picture of old Adam new-apparelled?
+Master, here's the gold you sent me for. What, have
+you got the picture of old Adam new-apparelled?
ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
-What gold is this? what Adam dost thou mean?
+What gold is this? what Adam dost thou mean?
DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
-Not that Adam that kept the Paradise but that Adam
-that keeps the prison: he that goes in the calf's
-skin that was killed for the Prodigal; he that came
-behind you, sir, like an evil angel, and bid you
-forsake your liberty.
+Not that Adam that kept the Paradise but that Adam
+that keeps the prison: he that goes in the calf's
+skin that was killed for the Prodigal; he that came
+behind you, sir, like an evil angel, and bid you
+forsake your liberty.
ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
-I understand thee not.
+I understand thee not.
DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
-No? why, 'tis a plain case: he that went, like a
-bass-viol, in a case of leather; the man, sir,
-that, when gentlemen are tired, gives them a sob
-and 'rests them; he, sir, that takes pity on decayed
-men and gives them suits of durance; he that sets up
-his rest to do more exploits with his mace than a
-morris-pike.
+No? why, 'tis a plain case: he that went, like a
+bass-viol, in a case of leather; the man, sir,
+that, when gentlemen are tired, gives them a sob
+and 'rests them; he, sir, that takes pity on decayed
+men and gives them suits of durance; he that sets up
+his rest to do more exploits with his mace than a
+morris-pike.
ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
-What, thou meanest an officer?
+What, thou meanest an officer?
DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
-Ay, sir, the sergeant of the band, he that brings
-any man to answer it that breaks his band; one that
-thinks a man always going to bed, and says, 'God
-give you good rest!'
+Ay, sir, the sergeant of the band, he that brings
+any man to answer it that breaks his band; one that
+thinks a man always going to bed, and says, 'God
+give you good rest!'
ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
-Well, sir, there rest in your foolery. Is there any
+Well, sir, there rest in your foolery. Is there any
DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
-Why, sir, I brought you word an hour since that the
-bark Expedition put forth to-night; and then were
-you hindered by the sergeant, to tarry for the hoy
-Delay. Here are the angels that you sent for to
-deliver you.
+Why, sir, I brought you word an hour since that the
+bark Expedition put forth to-night; and then were
+you hindered by the sergeant, to tarry for the hoy
+Delay. Here are the angels that you sent for to
+deliver you.
ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
-The fellow is distract, and so am I;
-And here we wander in illusions:
-Some blessed power deliver us from hence!
+The fellow is distract, and so am I;
+And here we wander in illusions:
+Some blessed power deliver us from hence!

Enter a Courtezan

COURTEZAN
-Well met, well met, Master Antipholus.
-I see, sir, you have found the goldsmith now:
-Is that the chain you promised me to-day?
+Well met, well met, Master Antipholus.
+I see, sir, you have found the goldsmith now:
+Is that the chain you promised me to-day?
ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
-Satan, avoid! I charge thee, tempt me not.
+Satan, avoid! I charge thee, tempt me not.
DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
-Master, is this Mistress Satan?
+Master, is this Mistress Satan?
ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
-It is the devil.
+It is the devil.
DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
-Nay, she is worse, she is the devil's dam; and here
-she comes in the habit of a light wench: and thereof
-comes that the wenches say 'God damn me;' that's as
-much to say 'God make me a light wench.' It is
-written, they appear to men like angels of light:
-light is an effect of fire, and fire will burn;
-ergo, light wenches will burn. Come not near her.
+Nay, she is worse, she is the devil's dam; and here
+she comes in the habit of a light wench: and thereof
+comes that the wenches say 'God damn me;' that's as
+much to say 'God make me a light wench.' It is
+written, they appear to men like angels of light:
+light is an effect of fire, and fire will burn;
+ergo, light wenches will burn. Come not near her.
COURTEZAN
-Your man and you are marvellous merry, sir.
-Will you go with me? We'll mend our dinner here?
+Your man and you are marvellous merry, sir.
+Will you go with me? We'll mend our dinner here?
DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
-Master, if you do, expect spoon-meat; or bespeak a
-long spoon.
+Master, if you do, expect spoon-meat; or bespeak a
+long spoon.
ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
-Why, Dromio?
+Why, Dromio?
DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
-Marry, he must have a long spoon that must eat with
-the devil.
+Marry, he must have a long spoon that must eat with
+the devil.
ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
-Avoid then, fiend! what tell'st thou me of supping?
-Thou art, as you are all, a sorceress:
-I conjure thee to leave me and be gone.
+Avoid then, fiend! what tell'st thou me of supping?
+Thou art, as you are all, a sorceress:
+I conjure thee to leave me and be gone.
COURTEZAN
-Give me the ring of mine you had at dinner,
-Or, for my diamond, the chain you promised,
-And I'll be gone, sir, and not trouble you.
+Give me the ring of mine you had at dinner,
+Or, for my diamond, the chain you promised,
+And I'll be gone, sir, and not trouble you.
DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
-Some devils ask but the parings of one's nail,
-A rush, a hair, a drop of blood, a pin,
-A nut, a cherry-stone;
-But she, more covetous, would have a chain.
-Master, be wise: an if you give it her,
-The devil will shake her chain and fright us with it.
+Some devils ask but the parings of one's nail,
+A rush, a hair, a drop of blood, a pin,
+A nut, a cherry-stone;
+But she, more covetous, would have a chain.
+Master, be wise: an if you give it her,
+The devil will shake her chain and fright us with it.
COURTEZAN
-I pray you, sir, my ring, or else the chain:
-I hope you do not mean to cheat me so.
+I pray you, sir, my ring, or else the chain:
+I hope you do not mean to cheat me so.
ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
-Avaunt, thou witch! Come, Dromio, let us go.
+Avaunt, thou witch! Come, Dromio, let us go.
DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
-'Fly pride,' says the peacock: mistress, that you know.
+'Fly pride,' says the peacock: mistress, that you know.

Exeunt Antipholus of Syracuse and Dromio of Syracuse

COURTEZAN
-Now, out of doubt Antipholus is mad,
-Else would he never so demean himself.
-A ring he hath of mine worth forty ducats,
-And for the same he promised me a chain:
-Both one and other he denies me now.
-The reason that I gather he is mad,
-Besides this present instance of his rage,
-Is a mad tale he told to-day at dinner,
-Of his own doors being shut against his entrance.
-Belike his wife, acquainted with his fits,
-On purpose shut the doors against his way.
-My way is now to hie home to his house,
-And tell his wife that, being lunatic,
-He rush'd into my house and took perforce
-My ring away. This course I fittest choose;
-For forty ducats is too much to lose.
+Now, out of doubt Antipholus is mad,
+Else would he never so demean himself.
+A ring he hath of mine worth forty ducats,
+And for the same he promised me a chain:
+Both one and other he denies me now.
+The reason that I gather he is mad,
+Besides this present instance of his rage,
+Is a mad tale he told to-day at dinner,
+Of his own doors being shut against his entrance.
+Belike his wife, acquainted with his fits,
+On purpose shut the doors against his way.
+My way is now to hie home to his house,
+And tell his wife that, being lunatic,
+He rush'd into my house and took perforce
+My ring away. This course I fittest choose;
+For forty ducats is too much to lose.

Exit

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SCENE IV. A street.

ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
-Fear me not, man; I will not break away:
-I'll give thee, ere I leave thee, so much money,
-To warrant thee, as I am 'rested for.
-My wife is in a wayward mood to-day,
-And will not lightly trust the messenger
-That I should be attach'd in Ephesus,
-I tell you, 'twill sound harshly in her ears.
+Fear me not, man; I will not break away:
+I'll give thee, ere I leave thee, so much money,
+To warrant thee, as I am 'rested for.
+My wife is in a wayward mood to-day,
+And will not lightly trust the messenger
+That I should be attach'd in Ephesus,
+I tell you, 'twill sound harshly in her ears.

Enter DROMIO of Ephesus with a rope's-end

-Here comes my man; I think he brings the money.
-How now, sir! have you that I sent you for?
+Here comes my man; I think he brings the money.
+How now, sir! have you that I sent you for?
DROMIO OF EPHESUS
-Here's that, I warrant you, will pay them all.
+Here's that, I warrant you, will pay them all.
ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
-But where's the money?
+But where's the money?
DROMIO OF EPHESUS
-Why, sir, I gave the money for the rope.
+Why, sir, I gave the money for the rope.
ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
-Five hundred ducats, villain, for a rope?
+Five hundred ducats, villain, for a rope?
DROMIO OF EPHESUS
-I'll serve you, sir, five hundred at the rate.
+I'll serve you, sir, five hundred at the rate.
ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
-To what end did I bid thee hie thee home?
+To what end did I bid thee hie thee home?
DROMIO OF EPHESUS
-To a rope's-end, sir; and to that end am I returned.
+To a rope's-end, sir; and to that end am I returned.
ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
-And to that end, sir, I will welcome you.
+And to that end, sir, I will welcome you.

Beating him

Officer
-Good sir, be patient.
+Good sir, be patient.
DROMIO OF EPHESUS
-Nay, 'tis for me to be patient; I am in adversity.
+Nay, 'tis for me to be patient; I am in adversity.
Officer
-Good, now, hold thy tongue.
+Good, now, hold thy tongue.
DROMIO OF EPHESUS
-Nay, rather persuade him to hold his hands.
+Nay, rather persuade him to hold his hands.
ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
-Thou whoreson, senseless villain!
+Thou whoreson, senseless villain!
DROMIO OF EPHESUS
-I would I were senseless, sir, that I might not feel
-your blows.
+I would I were senseless, sir, that I might not feel
+your blows.
ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
-Thou art sensible in nothing but blows, and so is an
-ass.
+Thou art sensible in nothing but blows, and so is an
+ass.
DROMIO OF EPHESUS
-I am an ass, indeed; you may prove it by my long
-ears. I have served him from the hour of my
-nativity to this instant, and have nothing at his
-hands for my service but blows. When I am cold, he
-heats me with beating; when I am warm, he cools me
-with beating; I am waked with it when I sleep;
-raised with it when I sit; driven out of doors with
-it when I go from home; welcomed home with it when
-I return; nay, I bear it on my shoulders, as a
-beggar wont her brat; and, I think when he hath
-lamed me, I shall beg with it from door to door.
+I am an ass, indeed; you may prove it by my long
+ears. I have served him from the hour of my
+nativity to this instant, and have nothing at his
+hands for my service but blows. When I am cold, he
+heats me with beating; when I am warm, he cools me
+with beating; I am waked with it when I sleep;
+raised with it when I sit; driven out of doors with
+it when I go from home; welcomed home with it when
+I return; nay, I bear it on my shoulders, as a
+beggar wont her brat; and, I think when he hath
+lamed me, I shall beg with it from door to door.
ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
-Come, go along; my wife is coming yonder.
+Come, go along; my wife is coming yonder.

Enter ADRIANA, LUCIANA, the Courtezan, and PINCH

DROMIO OF EPHESUS
-Mistress, 'respice finem,' respect your end; or
-rather, the prophecy like the parrot, 'beware the
-rope's-end.'
+Mistress, 'respice finem,' respect your end; or
+rather, the prophecy like the parrot, 'beware the
+rope's-end.'
ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
-Wilt thou still talk?
+Wilt thou still talk?

Beating him

Courtezan
-How say you now? is not your husband mad?
+How say you now? is not your husband mad?
ADRIANA
-His incivility confirms no less.
-Good Doctor Pinch, you are a conjurer;
-Establish him in his true sense again,
-And I will please you what you will demand.
+His incivility confirms no less.
+Good Doctor Pinch, you are a conjurer;
+Establish him in his true sense again,
+And I will please you what you will demand.
LUCIANA
-Alas, how fiery and how sharp he looks!
+Alas, how fiery and how sharp he looks!
Courtezan
-Mark how he trembles in his ecstasy!
+Mark how he trembles in his ecstasy!
PINCH
-Give me your hand and let me feel your pulse.
+Give me your hand and let me feel your pulse.
ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
-There is my hand, and let it feel your ear.
+There is my hand, and let it feel your ear.

Striking him

PINCH
-I charge thee, Satan, housed within this man,
-To yield possession to my holy prayers
-And to thy state of darkness hie thee straight:
-I conjure thee by all the saints in heaven!
+I charge thee, Satan, housed within this man,
+To yield possession to my holy prayers
+And to thy state of darkness hie thee straight:
+I conjure thee by all the saints in heaven!
ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
-Peace, doting wizard, peace! I am not mad.
+Peace, doting wizard, peace! I am not mad.
ADRIANA
-O, that thou wert not, poor distressed soul!
+O, that thou wert not, poor distressed soul!
ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
-You minion, you, are these your customers?
-Did this companion with the saffron face
-Revel and feast it at my house to-day,
-Whilst upon me the guilty doors were shut
-And I denied to enter in my house?
+You minion, you, are these your customers?
+Did this companion with the saffron face
+Revel and feast it at my house to-day,
+Whilst upon me the guilty doors were shut
+And I denied to enter in my house?
ADRIANA
-O husband, God doth know you dined at home;
-Where would you had remain'd until this time,
-Free from these slanders and this open shame!
+O husband, God doth know you dined at home;
+Where would you had remain'd until this time,
+Free from these slanders and this open shame!
ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
-Dined at home! Thou villain, what sayest thou?
+Dined at home! Thou villain, what sayest thou?
DROMIO OF EPHESUS
-Sir, sooth to say, you did not dine at home.
+Sir, sooth to say, you did not dine at home.
ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
-Were not my doors lock'd up and I shut out?
+Were not my doors lock'd up and I shut out?
DROMIO OF EPHESUS
-Perdie, your doors were lock'd and you shut out.
+Perdie, your doors were lock'd and you shut out.
ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
-And did not she herself revile me there?
+And did not she herself revile me there?
DROMIO OF EPHESUS
-Sans fable, she herself reviled you there.
+Sans fable, she herself reviled you there.
ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
-Did not her kitchen-maid rail, taunt, and scorn me?
+Did not her kitchen-maid rail, taunt, and scorn me?
DROMIO OF EPHESUS
-Certes, she did; the kitchen-vestal scorn'd you.
+Certes, she did; the kitchen-vestal scorn'd you.
ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
-And did not I in rage depart from thence?
+And did not I in rage depart from thence?
DROMIO OF EPHESUS
-In verity you did; my bones bear witness,
-That since have felt the vigour of his rage.
+In verity you did; my bones bear witness,
+That since have felt the vigour of his rage.
ADRIANA
-Is't good to soothe him in these contraries?
+Is't good to soothe him in these contraries?
PINCH
-It is no shame: the fellow finds his vein,
-And yielding to him humours well his frenzy.
+It is no shame: the fellow finds his vein,
+And yielding to him humours well his frenzy.
ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
-Thou hast suborn'd the goldsmith to arrest me.
+Thou hast suborn'd the goldsmith to arrest me.
ADRIANA
-Alas, I sent you money to redeem you,
-By Dromio here, who came in haste for it.
+Alas, I sent you money to redeem you,
+By Dromio here, who came in haste for it.
DROMIO OF EPHESUS
-Money by me! heart and goodwill you might;
-But surely master, not a rag of money.
+Money by me! heart and goodwill you might;
+But surely master, not a rag of money.
ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
-Went'st not thou to her for a purse of ducats?
+Went'st not thou to her for a purse of ducats?
ADRIANA
-He came to me and I deliver'd it.
+He came to me and I deliver'd it.
LUCIANA
-And I am witness with her that she did.
+And I am witness with her that she did.
DROMIO OF EPHESUS
-God and the rope-maker bear me witness
-That I was sent for nothing but a rope!
+God and the rope-maker bear me witness
+That I was sent for nothing but a rope!
PINCH
-Mistress, both man and master is possess'd;
-I know it by their pale and deadly looks:
-They must be bound and laid in some dark room.
+Mistress, both man and master is possess'd;
+I know it by their pale and deadly looks:
+They must be bound and laid in some dark room.
ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
-Say, wherefore didst thou lock me forth to-day?
-And why dost thou deny the bag of gold?
+Say, wherefore didst thou lock me forth to-day?
+And why dost thou deny the bag of gold?
ADRIANA
-I did not, gentle husband, lock thee forth.
+I did not, gentle husband, lock thee forth.
DROMIO OF EPHESUS
-And, gentle master, I received no gold;
-But I confess, sir, that we were lock'd out.
+And, gentle master, I received no gold;
+But I confess, sir, that we were lock'd out.
ADRIANA
-Dissembling villain, thou speak'st false in both.
+Dissembling villain, thou speak'st false in both.
ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
-Dissembling harlot, thou art false in all;
-And art confederate with a damned pack
-To make a loathsome abject scorn of me:
-But with these nails I'll pluck out these false eyes
-That would behold in me this shameful sport.
+Dissembling harlot, thou art false in all;
+And art confederate with a damned pack
+To make a loathsome abject scorn of me:
+But with these nails I'll pluck out these false eyes
+That would behold in me this shameful sport.

Enter three or four, and offer to bind him. He strives

ADRIANA
-O, bind him, bind him! let him not come near me.
+O, bind him, bind him! let him not come near me.
PINCH
-More company! The fiend is strong within him.
+More company! The fiend is strong within him.
LUCIANA
-Ay me, poor man, how pale and wan he looks!
+Ay me, poor man, how pale and wan he looks!
ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
-What, will you murder me? Thou gaoler, thou,
-I am thy prisoner: wilt thou suffer them
-To make a rescue?
+What, will you murder me? Thou gaoler, thou,
+I am thy prisoner: wilt thou suffer them
+To make a rescue?
Officer
- Masters, let him go
-He is my prisoner, and you shall not have him.
+ Masters, let him go
+He is my prisoner, and you shall not have him.
PINCH
-Go bind this man, for he is frantic too.
+Go bind this man, for he is frantic too.

They offer to bind Dromio of Ephesus

ADRIANA
-What wilt thou do, thou peevish officer?
-Hast thou delight to see a wretched man
-Do outrage and displeasure to himself?
+What wilt thou do, thou peevish officer?
+Hast thou delight to see a wretched man
+Do outrage and displeasure to himself?
Officer
-He is my prisoner: if I let him go,
-The debt he owes will be required of me.
+He is my prisoner: if I let him go,
+The debt he owes will be required of me.
ADRIANA
-I will discharge thee ere I go from thee:
-Bear me forthwith unto his creditor,
-And, knowing how the debt grows, I will pay it.
-Good master doctor, see him safe convey'd
-Home to my house. O most unhappy day!
+I will discharge thee ere I go from thee:
+Bear me forthwith unto his creditor,
+And, knowing how the debt grows, I will pay it.
+Good master doctor, see him safe convey'd
+Home to my house. O most unhappy day!
ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
-O most unhappy strumpet!
+O most unhappy strumpet!
DROMIO OF EPHESUS
-Master, I am here entered in bond for you.
+Master, I am here entered in bond for you.
ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
-Out on thee, villain! wherefore dost thou mad me?
+Out on thee, villain! wherefore dost thou mad me?
DROMIO OF EPHESUS
-Will you be bound for nothing? be mad, good master:
-cry 'The devil!'
+Will you be bound for nothing? be mad, good master:
+cry 'The devil!'
LUCIANA
-God help, poor souls, how idly do they talk!
+God help, poor souls, how idly do they talk!
ADRIANA
-Go bear him hence. Sister, go you with me.
+Go bear him hence. Sister, go you with me.

Exeunt all but Adriana, Luciana, Officer and Courtezan

-Say now, whose suit is he arrested at?
+Say now, whose suit is he arrested at?
Officer
-One Angelo, a goldsmith: do you know him?
+One Angelo, a goldsmith: do you know him?
ADRIANA
-I know the man. What is the sum he owes?
+I know the man. What is the sum he owes?
Officer
-Two hundred ducats.
+Two hundred ducats.
ADRIANA
-Say, how grows it due?
+Say, how grows it due?
Officer
-Due for a chain your husband had of him.
+Due for a chain your husband had of him.
ADRIANA
-He did bespeak a chain for me, but had it not.
+He did bespeak a chain for me, but had it not.
Courtezan
-When as your husband all in rage to-day
-Came to my house and took away my ring--
-The ring I saw upon his finger now--
-Straight after did I meet him with a chain.
+When as your husband all in rage to-day
+Came to my house and took away my ring--
+The ring I saw upon his finger now--
+Straight after did I meet him with a chain.
ADRIANA
-It may be so, but I did never see it.
-Come, gaoler, bring me where the goldsmith is:
-I long to know the truth hereof at large.
+It may be so, but I did never see it.
+Come, gaoler, bring me where the goldsmith is:
+I long to know the truth hereof at large.

Enter ANTIPHOLUS of Syracuse with his rapier drawn, and DROMIO of Syracuse

LUCIANA
-God, for thy mercy! they are loose again.
+God, for thy mercy! they are loose again.
ADRIANA
-And come with naked swords.
-Let's call more help to have them bound again.
+And come with naked swords.
+Let's call more help to have them bound again.
Officer
-Away! they'll kill us.
+Away! they'll kill us.

Exeunt all but Antipholus of Syracuse and Dromio of Syracuse

ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
-I see these witches are afraid of swords.
+I see these witches are afraid of swords.
DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
-She that would be your wife now ran from you.
+She that would be your wife now ran from you.
ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
-Come to the Centaur; fetch our stuff from thence:
-I long that we were safe and sound aboard.
+Come to the Centaur; fetch our stuff from thence:
+I long that we were safe and sound aboard.
DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
-Faith, stay here this night; they will surely do us
-no harm: you saw they speak us fair, give us gold:
-methinks they are such a gentle nation that, but for
-the mountain of mad flesh that claims marriage of
-me, I could find in my heart to stay here still and
-turn witch.
+Faith, stay here this night; they will surely do us
+no harm: you saw they speak us fair, give us gold:
+methinks they are such a gentle nation that, but for
+the mountain of mad flesh that claims marriage of
+me, I could find in my heart to stay here still and
+turn witch.
ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
-I will not stay to-night for all the town;
-Therefore away, to get our stuff aboard.
+I will not stay to-night for all the town;
+Therefore away, to get our stuff aboard.

Exeunt

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SCENE II. A public place.

Come, come, Antipholus, we dine too late.

Exeunt

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SCENE I. Before the house of ANTIPHOLUS of Ephesus.

Enter ANTIPHOLUS of Ephesus, DROMIO of Ephesus, ANGELO, and BALTHAZAR
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ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
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SCENE II. The same.

I'll to the mart, and there for Dromio stay
If any ship put out, then straight away.

Exit

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SCENE IV. A street.

Enter ANTIPHOLUS of Ephesus and the Officer
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ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
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SCENE IV. A street.

I will not stay to-night for all the town;
Therefore away, to get our stuff aboard.

Exeunt

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SCENE II. The Mart.

ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
-Go bear it to the Centaur, where we host,
-And stay there, Dromio, till I come to thee.
-Within this hour it will be dinner-time:
-Till that, I'll view the manners of the town,
-Peruse the traders, gaze upon the buildings,
-And then return and sleep within mine inn,
-For with long travel I am stiff and weary.
-Get thee away.
+Go bear it to the Centaur, where we host,
+And stay there, Dromio, till I come to thee.
+Within this hour it will be dinner-time:
+Till that, I'll view the manners of the town,
+Peruse the traders, gaze upon the buildings,
+And then return and sleep within mine inn,
+For with long travel I am stiff and weary.
+Get thee away.
DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
-Many a man would take you at your word,
-And go indeed, having so good a mean.
+Many a man would take you at your word,
+And go indeed, having so good a mean.

Exit

ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
-A trusty villain, sir, that very oft,
-When I am dull with care and melancholy,
-Lightens my humour with his merry jests.
-What, will you walk with me about the town,
-And then go to my inn and dine with me?
+A trusty villain, sir, that very oft,
+When I am dull with care and melancholy,
+Lightens my humour with his merry jests.
+What, will you walk with me about the town,
+And then go to my inn and dine with me?
First Merchant
-I am invited, sir, to certain merchants,
-Of whom I hope to make much benefit;
-I crave your pardon. Soon at five o'clock,
-Please you, I'll meet with you upon the mart
-And afterward consort you till bed-time:
-My present business calls me from you now.
+I am invited, sir, to certain merchants,
+Of whom I hope to make much benefit;
+I crave your pardon. Soon at five o'clock,
+Please you, I'll meet with you upon the mart
+And afterward consort you till bed-time:
+My present business calls me from you now.
ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
-Farewell till then: I will go lose myself
-And wander up and down to view the city.
+Farewell till then: I will go lose myself
+And wander up and down to view the city.
First Merchant
-Sir, I commend you to your own content.
+Sir, I commend you to your own content.

Exit

ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
-He that commends me to mine own content
-Commends me to the thing I cannot get.
-I to the world am like a drop of water
-That in the ocean seeks another drop,
-Who, falling there to find his fellow forth,
-Unseen, inquisitive, confounds himself:
-So I, to find a mother and a brother,
-In quest of them, unhappy, lose myself.
+He that commends me to mine own content
+Commends me to the thing I cannot get.
+I to the world am like a drop of water
+That in the ocean seeks another drop,
+Who, falling there to find his fellow forth,
+Unseen, inquisitive, confounds himself:
+So I, to find a mother and a brother,
+In quest of them, unhappy, lose myself.

Enter DROMIO of Ephesus

-Here comes the almanac of my true date.
-What now? how chance thou art return'd so soon?
+Here comes the almanac of my true date.
+What now? how chance thou art return'd so soon?
DROMIO OF EPHESUS
-Return'd so soon! rather approach'd too late:
-The capon burns, the pig falls from the spit,
-The clock hath strucken twelve upon the bell;
-My mistress made it one upon my cheek:
-She is so hot because the meat is cold;
-The meat is cold because you come not home;
-You come not home because you have no stomach;
-You have no stomach having broke your fast;
-But we that know what 'tis to fast and pray
-Are penitent for your default to-day.
+Return'd so soon! rather approach'd too late:
+The capon burns, the pig falls from the spit,
+The clock hath strucken twelve upon the bell;
+My mistress made it one upon my cheek:
+She is so hot because the meat is cold;
+The meat is cold because you come not home;
+You come not home because you have no stomach;
+You have no stomach having broke your fast;
+But we that know what 'tis to fast and pray
+Are penitent for your default to-day.
ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
-Stop in your wind, sir: tell me this, I pray:
-Where have you left the money that I gave you?
+Stop in your wind, sir: tell me this, I pray:
+Where have you left the money that I gave you?
DROMIO OF EPHESUS
-O,--sixpence, that I had o' Wednesday last
-To pay the saddler for my mistress' crupper?
-The saddler had it, sir; I kept it not.
+O,--sixpence, that I had o' Wednesday last
+To pay the saddler for my mistress' crupper?
+The saddler had it, sir; I kept it not.
ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
-I am not in a sportive humour now:
-Tell me, and dally not, where is the money?
-We being strangers here, how darest thou trust
-So great a charge from thine own custody?
+I am not in a sportive humour now:
+Tell me, and dally not, where is the money?
+We being strangers here, how darest thou trust
+So great a charge from thine own custody?
DROMIO OF EPHESUS
-I pray you, air, as you sit at dinner:
-I from my mistress come to you in post;
-If I return, I shall be post indeed,
-For she will score your fault upon my pate.
-Methinks your maw, like mine, should be your clock,
-And strike you home without a messenger.
+I pray you, air, as you sit at dinner:
+I from my mistress come to you in post;
+If I return, I shall be post indeed,
+For she will score your fault upon my pate.
+Methinks your maw, like mine, should be your clock,
+And strike you home without a messenger.
ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
-Come, Dromio, come, these jests are out of season;
-Reserve them till a merrier hour than this.
-Where is the gold I gave in charge to thee?
+Come, Dromio, come, these jests are out of season;
+Reserve them till a merrier hour than this.
+Where is the gold I gave in charge to thee?
DROMIO OF EPHESUS
-To me, sir? why, you gave no gold to me.
+To me, sir? why, you gave no gold to me.
ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
-Come on, sir knave, have done your foolishness,
-And tell me how thou hast disposed thy charge.
+Come on, sir knave, have done your foolishness,
+And tell me how thou hast disposed thy charge.
DROMIO OF EPHESUS
-My charge was but to fetch you from the mart
-Home to your house, the Phoenix, sir, to dinner:
-My mistress and her sister stays for you.
+My charge was but to fetch you from the mart
+Home to your house, the Phoenix, sir, to dinner:
+My mistress and her sister stays for you.
ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
-In what safe place you have bestow'd my money,
-Or I shall break that merry sconce of yours
-That stands on tricks when I am undisposed:
-Where is the thousand marks thou hadst of me?
+In what safe place you have bestow'd my money,
+Or I shall break that merry sconce of yours
+That stands on tricks when I am undisposed:
+Where is the thousand marks thou hadst of me?
DROMIO OF EPHESUS
-I have some marks of yours upon my pate,
-Some of my mistress' marks upon my shoulders,
-But not a thousand marks between you both.
-If I should pay your worship those again,
-Perchance you will not bear them patiently.
+I have some marks of yours upon my pate,
+Some of my mistress' marks upon my shoulders,
+But not a thousand marks between you both.
+If I should pay your worship those again,
+Perchance you will not bear them patiently.
ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
-Thy mistress' marks? what mistress, slave, hast thou?
+Thy mistress' marks? what mistress, slave, hast thou?
DROMIO OF EPHESUS
-Your worship's wife, my mistress at the Phoenix;
-She that doth fast till you come home to dinner,
-And prays that you will hie you home to dinner.
+Your worship's wife, my mistress at the Phoenix;
+She that doth fast till you come home to dinner,
+And prays that you will hie you home to dinner.
ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
-What, wilt thou flout me thus unto my face,
-Being forbid? There, take you that, sir knave.
+What, wilt thou flout me thus unto my face,
+Being forbid? There, take you that, sir knave.
DROMIO OF EPHESUS
-What mean you, sir? for God's sake, hold your hands!
-Nay, and you will not, sir, I'll take my heels.
+What mean you, sir? for God's sake, hold your hands!
+Nay, and you will not, sir, I'll take my heels.

Exit

ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
-Upon my life, by some device or other
-The villain is o'er-raught of all my money.
-They say this town is full of cozenage,
-As, nimble jugglers that deceive the eye,
-Dark-working sorcerers that change the mind,
-Soul-killing witches that deform the body,
-Disguised cheaters, prating mountebanks,
-And many such-like liberties of sin:
-If it prove so, I will be gone the sooner.
-I'll to the Centaur, to go seek this slave:
-I greatly fear my money is not safe.
+Upon my life, by some device or other
+The villain is o'er-raught of all my money.
+They say this town is full of cozenage,
+As, nimble jugglers that deceive the eye,
+Dark-working sorcerers that change the mind,
+Soul-killing witches that deform the body,
+Disguised cheaters, prating mountebanks,
+And many such-like liberties of sin:
+If it prove so, I will be gone the sooner.
+I'll to the Centaur, to go seek this slave:
+I greatly fear my money is not safe.

Exit

ACT II

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SCENE II. A public place.

ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
-The gold I gave to Dromio is laid up
-Safe at the Centaur; and the heedful slave
-Is wander'd forth, in care to seek me out
-By computation and mine host's report.
-I could not speak with Dromio since at first
-I sent him from the mart. See, here he comes.
+The gold I gave to Dromio is laid up
+Safe at the Centaur; and the heedful slave
+Is wander'd forth, in care to seek me out
+By computation and mine host's report.
+I could not speak with Dromio since at first
+I sent him from the mart. See, here he comes.

Enter DROMIO of Syracuse

-How now sir! is your merry humour alter'd?
-As you love strokes, so jest with me again.
-You know no Centaur? you received no gold?
-Your mistress sent to have me home to dinner?
-My house was at the Phoenix? Wast thou mad,
-That thus so madly thou didst answer me?
+How now sir! is your merry humour alter'd?
+As you love strokes, so jest with me again.
+You know no Centaur? you received no gold?
+Your mistress sent to have me home to dinner?
+My house was at the Phoenix? Wast thou mad,
+That thus so madly thou didst answer me?
DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
-What answer, sir? when spake I such a word?
+What answer, sir? when spake I such a word?
ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
-Even now, even here, not half an hour since.
+Even now, even here, not half an hour since.
DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
-I did not see you since you sent me hence,
-Home to the Centaur, with the gold you gave me.
+I did not see you since you sent me hence,
+Home to the Centaur, with the gold you gave me.
ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
-Villain, thou didst deny the gold's receipt,
-And told'st me of a mistress and a dinner;
-For which, I hope, thou felt'st I was displeased.
+Villain, thou didst deny the gold's receipt,
+And told'st me of a mistress and a dinner;
+For which, I hope, thou felt'st I was displeased.
DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
-I am glad to see you in this merry vein:
-What means this jest? I pray you, master, tell me.
+I am glad to see you in this merry vein:
+What means this jest? I pray you, master, tell me.
ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
-Yea, dost thou jeer and flout me in the teeth?
-Think'st thou I jest? Hold, take thou that, and that.
+Yea, dost thou jeer and flout me in the teeth?
+Think'st thou I jest? Hold, take thou that, and that.

Beating him

DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
-Hold, sir, for God's sake! now your jest is earnest:
-Upon what bargain do you give it me?
+Hold, sir, for God's sake! now your jest is earnest:
+Upon what bargain do you give it me?
ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
-Because that I familiarly sometimes
-Do use you for my fool and chat with you,
-Your sauciness will jest upon my love
-And make a common of my serious hours.
-When the sun shines let foolish gnats make sport,
-But creep in crannies when he hides his beams.
-If you will jest with me, know my aspect,
-And fashion your demeanor to my looks,
-Or I will beat this method in your sconce.
+Because that I familiarly sometimes
+Do use you for my fool and chat with you,
+Your sauciness will jest upon my love
+And make a common of my serious hours.
+When the sun shines let foolish gnats make sport,
+But creep in crannies when he hides his beams.
+If you will jest with me, know my aspect,
+And fashion your demeanor to my looks,
+Or I will beat this method in your sconce.
DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
-Sconce call you it? so you would leave battering, I
-had rather have it a head: an you use these blows
-long, I must get a sconce for my head and ensconce
-it too; or else I shall seek my wit in my shoulders.
-But, I pray, sir why am I beaten?
+Sconce call you it? so you would leave battering, I
+had rather have it a head: an you use these blows
+long, I must get a sconce for my head and ensconce
+it too; or else I shall seek my wit in my shoulders.
+But, I pray, sir why am I beaten?
ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
-Dost thou not know?
+Dost thou not know?
DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
-Nothing, sir, but that I am beaten.
+Nothing, sir, but that I am beaten.
ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
-Shall I tell you why?
+Shall I tell you why?
DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
-Ay, sir, and wherefore; for they say every why hath
-a wherefore.
+Ay, sir, and wherefore; for they say every why hath
+a wherefore.
ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
-Why, first,--for flouting me; and then, wherefore--
-For urging it the second time to me.
+Why, first,--for flouting me; and then, wherefore--
+For urging it the second time to me.
DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
-Was there ever any man thus beaten out of season,
-When in the why and the wherefore is neither rhyme
-nor reason?
-Well, sir, I thank you.
+Was there ever any man thus beaten out of season,
+When in the why and the wherefore is neither rhyme
+nor reason?
+Well, sir, I thank you.
ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
-Thank me, sir, for what?
+Thank me, sir, for what?
DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
-Marry, sir, for this something that you gave me for nothing.
+Marry, sir, for this something that you gave me for nothing.
ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
-I'll make you amends next, to give you nothing for
-something. But say, sir, is it dinner-time?
+I'll make you amends next, to give you nothing for
+something. But say, sir, is it dinner-time?
DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
-No, sir; I think the meat wants that I have.
+No, sir; I think the meat wants that I have.
ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
-In good time, sir; what's that?
+In good time, sir; what's that?
DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
-Basting.
+Basting.
ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
-Well, sir, then 'twill be dry.
+Well, sir, then 'twill be dry.
DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
-If it be, sir, I pray you, eat none of it.
+If it be, sir, I pray you, eat none of it.
ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
-Your reason?
+Your reason?
DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
-Lest it make you choleric and purchase me another
-dry basting.
+Lest it make you choleric and purchase me another
+dry basting.
ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
-Well, sir, learn to jest in good time: there's a
-time for all things.
+Well, sir, learn to jest in good time: there's a
+time for all things.
DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
-I durst have denied that, before you were so choleric.
+I durst have denied that, before you were so choleric.
ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
-By what rule, sir?
+By what rule, sir?
DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
-Marry, sir, by a rule as plain as the plain bald
-pate of father Time himself.
+Marry, sir, by a rule as plain as the plain bald
+pate of father Time himself.
ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
-Let's hear it.
+Let's hear it.
DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
-There's no time for a man to recover his hair that
-grows bald by nature.
+There's no time for a man to recover his hair that
+grows bald by nature.
ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
-May he not do it by fine and recovery?
+May he not do it by fine and recovery?
DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
-Yes, to pay a fine for a periwig and recover the
-lost hair of another man.
+Yes, to pay a fine for a periwig and recover the
+lost hair of another man.
ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
-Why is Time such a niggard of hair, being, as it is,
-so plentiful an excrement?
+Why is Time such a niggard of hair, being, as it is,
+so plentiful an excrement?
DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
-Because it is a blessing that he bestows on beasts;
-and what he hath scanted men in hair he hath given them in wit.
+Because it is a blessing that he bestows on beasts;
+and what he hath scanted men in hair he hath given them in wit.
ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
-Why, but there's many a man hath more hair than wit.
+Why, but there's many a man hath more hair than wit.
DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
-Not a man of those but he hath the wit to lose his hair.
+Not a man of those but he hath the wit to lose his hair.
ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
-Why, thou didst conclude hairy men plain dealers without wit.
+Why, thou didst conclude hairy men plain dealers without wit.
DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
-The plainer dealer, the sooner lost: yet he loseth
-it in a kind of jollity.
+The plainer dealer, the sooner lost: yet he loseth
+it in a kind of jollity.
ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
-For what reason?
+For what reason?
DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
-For two; and sound ones too.
+For two; and sound ones too.
ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
-Nay, not sound, I pray you.
+Nay, not sound, I pray you.
DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
-Sure ones, then.
+Sure ones, then.
ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
-Nay, not sure, in a thing falsing.
+Nay, not sure, in a thing falsing.
DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
-Certain ones then.
+Certain ones then.
ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
-Name them.
+Name them.
DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
-The one, to save the money that he spends in
-trimming; the other, that at dinner they should not
-drop in his porridge.
+The one, to save the money that he spends in
+trimming; the other, that at dinner they should not
+drop in his porridge.
ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
-You would all this time have proved there is no
-time for all things.
+You would all this time have proved there is no
+time for all things.
DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
-Marry, and did, sir; namely, no time to recover hair
-lost by nature.
+Marry, and did, sir; namely, no time to recover hair
+lost by nature.
ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
-But your reason was not substantial, why there is no
-time to recover.
+But your reason was not substantial, why there is no
+time to recover.
DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
-Thus I mend it: Time himself is bald and therefore
-to the world's end will have bald followers.
+Thus I mend it: Time himself is bald and therefore
+to the world's end will have bald followers.
ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
-I knew 'twould be a bald conclusion:
-But, soft! who wafts us yonder?
+I knew 'twould be a bald conclusion:
+But, soft! who wafts us yonder?

Enter ADRIANA and LUCIANA

ADRIANA
-Ay, ay, Antipholus, look strange and frown:
-Some other mistress hath thy sweet aspects;
-I am not Adriana nor thy wife.
-The time was once when thou unurged wouldst vow
-That never words were music to thine ear,
-That never object pleasing in thine eye,
-That never touch well welcome to thy hand,
-That never meat sweet-savor'd in thy taste,
-Unless I spake, or look'd, or touch'd, or carved to thee.
-How comes it now, my husband, O, how comes it,
-That thou art thus estranged from thyself?
-Thyself I call it, being strange to me,
-That, undividable, incorporate,
-Am better than thy dear self's better part.
-Ah, do not tear away thyself from me!
-For know, my love, as easy mayest thou fall
-A drop of water in the breaking gulf,
-And take unmingled that same drop again,
-Without addition or diminishing,
-As take from me thyself and not me too.
-How dearly would it touch me to the quick,
-Shouldst thou but hear I were licentious
-And that this body, consecrate to thee,
-By ruffian lust should be contaminate!
-Wouldst thou not spit at me and spurn at me
-And hurl the name of husband in my face
-And tear the stain'd skin off my harlot-brow
-And from my false hand cut the wedding-ring
-And break it with a deep-divorcing vow?
-I know thou canst; and therefore see thou do it.
-I am possess'd with an adulterate blot;
-My blood is mingled with the crime of lust:
-For if we too be one and thou play false,
-I do digest the poison of thy flesh,
-Being strumpeted by thy contagion.
-Keep then far league and truce with thy true bed;
-I live unstain'd, thou undishonoured.
+Ay, ay, Antipholus, look strange and frown:
+Some other mistress hath thy sweet aspects;
+I am not Adriana nor thy wife.
+The time was once when thou unurged wouldst vow
+That never words were music to thine ear,
+That never object pleasing in thine eye,
+That never touch well welcome to thy hand,
+That never meat sweet-savor'd in thy taste,
+Unless I spake, or look'd, or touch'd, or carved to thee.
+How comes it now, my husband, O, how comes it,
+That thou art thus estranged from thyself?
+Thyself I call it, being strange to me,
+That, undividable, incorporate,
+Am better than thy dear self's better part.
+Ah, do not tear away thyself from me!
+For know, my love, as easy mayest thou fall
+A drop of water in the breaking gulf,
+And take unmingled that same drop again,
+Without addition or diminishing,
+As take from me thyself and not me too.
+How dearly would it touch me to the quick,
+Shouldst thou but hear I were licentious
+And that this body, consecrate to thee,
+By ruffian lust should be contaminate!
+Wouldst thou not spit at me and spurn at me
+And hurl the name of husband in my face
+And tear the stain'd skin off my harlot-brow
+And from my false hand cut the wedding-ring
+And break it with a deep-divorcing vow?
+I know thou canst; and therefore see thou do it.
+I am possess'd with an adulterate blot;
+My blood is mingled with the crime of lust:
+For if we too be one and thou play false,
+I do digest the poison of thy flesh,
+Being strumpeted by thy contagion.
+Keep then far league and truce with thy true bed;
+I live unstain'd, thou undishonoured.
ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
-Plead you to me, fair dame? I know you not:
-In Ephesus I am but two hours old,
-As strange unto your town as to your talk;
-Who, every word by all my wit being scann'd,
-Want wit in all one word to understand.
+Plead you to me, fair dame? I know you not:
+In Ephesus I am but two hours old,
+As strange unto your town as to your talk;
+Who, every word by all my wit being scann'd,
+Want wit in all one word to understand.
LUCIANA
-Fie, brother! how the world is changed with you!
-When were you wont to use my sister thus?
-She sent for you by Dromio home to dinner.
+Fie, brother! how the world is changed with you!
+When were you wont to use my sister thus?
+She sent for you by Dromio home to dinner.
ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
-By Dromio?
+By Dromio?
DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
-By me?
+By me?
ADRIANA
-By thee; and this thou didst return from him,
-That he did buffet thee, and, in his blows,
-Denied my house for his, me for his wife.
+By thee; and this thou didst return from him,
+That he did buffet thee, and, in his blows,
+Denied my house for his, me for his wife.
ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
-Did you converse, sir, with this gentlewoman?
-What is the course and drift of your compact?
+Did you converse, sir, with this gentlewoman?
+What is the course and drift of your compact?
DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
-I, sir? I never saw her till this time.
+I, sir? I never saw her till this time.
ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
-Villain, thou liest; for even her very words
-Didst thou deliver to me on the mart.
+Villain, thou liest; for even her very words
+Didst thou deliver to me on the mart.
DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
-I never spake with her in all my life.
+I never spake with her in all my life.
ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
-How can she thus then call us by our names,
-Unless it be by inspiration.
+How can she thus then call us by our names,
+Unless it be by inspiration.
ADRIANA
-How ill agrees it with your gravity
-To counterfeit thus grossly with your slave,
-Abetting him to thwart me in my mood!
-Be it my wrong you are from me exempt,
-But wrong not that wrong with a more contempt.
-Come, I will fasten on this sleeve of thine:
-Thou art an elm, my husband, I a vine,
-Whose weakness, married to thy stronger state,
-Makes me with thy strength to communicate:
-If aught possess thee from me, it is dross,
-Usurping ivy, brier, or idle moss;
-Who, all for want of pruning, with intrusion
-Infect thy sap and live on thy confusion.
+How ill agrees it with your gravity
+To counterfeit thus grossly with your slave,
+Abetting him to thwart me in my mood!
+Be it my wrong you are from me exempt,
+But wrong not that wrong with a more contempt.
+Come, I will fasten on this sleeve of thine:
+Thou art an elm, my husband, I a vine,
+Whose weakness, married to thy stronger state,
+Makes me with thy strength to communicate:
+If aught possess thee from me, it is dross,
+Usurping ivy, brier, or idle moss;
+Who, all for want of pruning, with intrusion
+Infect thy sap and live on thy confusion.
ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
-To me she speaks; she moves me for her theme:
-What, was I married to her in my dream?
-Or sleep I now and think I hear all this?
-What error drives our eyes and ears amiss?
-Until I know this sure uncertainty,
-I'll entertain the offer'd fallacy.
+To me she speaks; she moves me for her theme:
+What, was I married to her in my dream?
+Or sleep I now and think I hear all this?
+What error drives our eyes and ears amiss?
+Until I know this sure uncertainty,
+I'll entertain the offer'd fallacy.
LUCIANA
-Dromio, go bid the servants spread for dinner.
+Dromio, go bid the servants spread for dinner.
DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
-O, for my beads! I cross me for a sinner.
-This is the fairy land: O spite of spites!
-We talk with goblins, owls and sprites:
-If we obey them not, this will ensue,
-They'll suck our breath, or pinch us black and blue.
+O, for my beads! I cross me for a sinner.
+This is the fairy land: O spite of spites!
+We talk with goblins, owls and sprites:
+If we obey them not, this will ensue,
+They'll suck our breath, or pinch us black and blue.
LUCIANA
-Why pratest thou to thyself and answer'st not?
-Dromio, thou drone, thou snail, thou slug, thou sot!
+Why pratest thou to thyself and answer'st not?
+Dromio, thou drone, thou snail, thou slug, thou sot!
DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
-I am transformed, master, am I not?
+I am transformed, master, am I not?
ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
-I think thou art in mind, and so am I.
+I think thou art in mind, and so am I.
DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
-Nay, master, both in mind and in my shape.
+Nay, master, both in mind and in my shape.
ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
-Thou hast thine own form.
+Thou hast thine own form.
DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
-No, I am an ape.
+No, I am an ape.
LUCIANA
-If thou art changed to aught, 'tis to an ass.
+If thou art changed to aught, 'tis to an ass.
DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
-'Tis true; she rides me and I long for grass.
-'Tis so, I am an ass; else it could never be
-But I should know her as well as she knows me.
+'Tis true; she rides me and I long for grass.
+'Tis so, I am an ass; else it could never be
+But I should know her as well as she knows me.
ADRIANA
-Come, come, no longer will I be a fool,
-To put the finger in the eye and weep,
-Whilst man and master laugh my woes to scorn.
-Come, sir, to dinner. Dromio, keep the gate.
-Husband, I'll dine above with you to-day
-And shrive you of a thousand idle pranks.
-Sirrah, if any ask you for your master,
-Say he dines forth, and let no creature enter.
-Come, sister. Dromio, play the porter well.
+Come, come, no longer will I be a fool,
+To put the finger in the eye and weep,
+Whilst man and master laugh my woes to scorn.
+Come, sir, to dinner. Dromio, keep the gate.
+Husband, I'll dine above with you to-day
+And shrive you of a thousand idle pranks.
+Sirrah, if any ask you for your master,
+Say he dines forth, and let no creature enter.
+Come, sister. Dromio, play the porter well.
ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
-Am I in earth, in heaven, or in hell?
-Sleeping or waking? mad or well-advised?
-Known unto these, and to myself disguised!
-I'll say as they say and persever so,
-And in this mist at all adventures go.
+Am I in earth, in heaven, or in hell?
+Sleeping or waking? mad or well-advised?
+Known unto these, and to myself disguised!
+I'll say as they say and persever so,
+And in this mist at all adventures go.
DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
-Master, shall I be porter at the gate?
+Master, shall I be porter at the gate?
ADRIANA
-Ay; and let none enter, lest I break your pate.
+Ay; and let none enter, lest I break your pate.
LUCIANA
-Come, come, Antipholus, we dine too late.
+Come, come, Antipholus, we dine too late.

Exeunt

ACT III

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SCENE I. Before the house of ANTIPHOLUS of Ephesus.

ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
-Good Signior Angelo, you must excuse us all;
-My wife is shrewish when I keep not hours:
-Say that I linger'd with you at your shop
-To see the making of her carcanet,
-And that to-morrow you will bring it home.
-But here's a villain that would face me down
-He met me on the mart, and that I beat him,
-And charged him with a thousand marks in gold,
-And that I did deny my wife and house.
-Thou drunkard, thou, what didst thou mean by this?
+Good Signior Angelo, you must excuse us all;
+My wife is shrewish when I keep not hours:
+Say that I linger'd with you at your shop
+To see the making of her carcanet,
+And that to-morrow you will bring it home.
+But here's a villain that would face me down
+He met me on the mart, and that I beat him,
+And charged him with a thousand marks in gold,
+And that I did deny my wife and house.
+Thou drunkard, thou, what didst thou mean by this?
DROMIO OF EPHESUS
-Say what you will, sir, but I know what I know;
-That you beat me at the mart, I have your hand to show:
-If the skin were parchment, and the blows you gave were ink,
-Your own handwriting would tell you what I think.
+Say what you will, sir, but I know what I know;
+That you beat me at the mart, I have your hand to show:
+If the skin were parchment, and the blows you gave were ink,
+Your own handwriting would tell you what I think.
ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
-I think thou art an ass.
+I think thou art an ass.
DROMIO OF EPHESUS
-Marry, so it doth appear
-By the wrongs I suffer and the blows I bear.
-I should kick, being kick'd; and, being at that pass,
-You would keep from my heels and beware of an ass.
+Marry, so it doth appear
+By the wrongs I suffer and the blows I bear.
+I should kick, being kick'd; and, being at that pass,
+You would keep from my heels and beware of an ass.
ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
-You're sad, Signior Balthazar: pray God our cheer
-May answer my good will and your good welcome here.
+You're sad, Signior Balthazar: pray God our cheer
+May answer my good will and your good welcome here.
BALTHAZAR
-I hold your dainties cheap, sir, and your
-welcome dear.
+I hold your dainties cheap, sir, and your
+welcome dear.
ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
-O, Signior Balthazar, either at flesh or fish,
-A table full of welcome make scarce one dainty dish.
+O, Signior Balthazar, either at flesh or fish,
+A table full of welcome make scarce one dainty dish.
BALTHAZAR
-Good meat, sir, is common; that every churl affords.
+Good meat, sir, is common; that every churl affords.
ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
-And welcome more common; for that's nothing but words.
+And welcome more common; for that's nothing but words.
BALTHAZAR
-Small cheer and great welcome makes a merry feast.
+Small cheer and great welcome makes a merry feast.
ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
-Ay, to a niggardly host, and more sparing guest:
-But though my cates be mean, take them in good part;
-Better cheer may you have, but not with better heart.
-But, soft! my door is lock'd. Go bid them let us in.
+Ay, to a niggardly host, and more sparing guest:
+But though my cates be mean, take them in good part;
+Better cheer may you have, but not with better heart.
+But, soft! my door is lock'd. Go bid them let us in.
DROMIO OF EPHESUS
-Maud, Bridget, Marian, Cicel, Gillian, Ginn!
+Maud, Bridget, Marian, Cicel, Gillian, Ginn!
DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
-[Within] Mome, malt-horse, capon, coxcomb,
-idiot, patch!
-Either get thee from the door, or sit down at the hatch.
-Dost thou conjure for wenches, that thou call'st
-for such store,
-When one is one too many? Go, get thee from the door.
+[Within] Mome, malt-horse, capon, coxcomb,
+idiot, patch!
+Either get thee from the door, or sit down at the hatch.
+Dost thou conjure for wenches, that thou call'st
+for such store,
+When one is one too many? Go, get thee from the door.
DROMIO OF EPHESUS
-What patch is made our porter? My master stays in
-the street.
+What patch is made our porter? My master stays in
+the street.
DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
-[Within] Let him walk from whence he came, lest he
-catch cold on's feet.
+[Within] Let him walk from whence he came, lest he
+catch cold on's feet.
ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
-Who talks within there? ho, open the door!
+Who talks within there? ho, open the door!
DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
-[Within] Right, sir; I'll tell you when, an you tell
-me wherefore.
+[Within] Right, sir; I'll tell you when, an you tell
+me wherefore.
ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
-Wherefore? for my dinner: I have not dined to-day.
+Wherefore? for my dinner: I have not dined to-day.
DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
-[Within] Nor to-day here you must not; come again
-when you may.
+[Within] Nor to-day here you must not; come again
+when you may.
ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
-What art thou that keepest me out from the house I owe?
+What art thou that keepest me out from the house I owe?
DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
-[Within] The porter for this time, sir, and my name
-is Dromio.
+[Within] The porter for this time, sir, and my name
+is Dromio.
DROMIO OF EPHESUS
-O villain! thou hast stolen both mine office and my name.
-The one ne'er got me credit, the other mickle blame.
-If thou hadst been Dromio to-day in my place,
-Thou wouldst have changed thy face for a name or thy
-name for an ass.
+O villain! thou hast stolen both mine office and my name.
+The one ne'er got me credit, the other mickle blame.
+If thou hadst been Dromio to-day in my place,
+Thou wouldst have changed thy face for a name or thy
+name for an ass.
LUCE
-[Within] What a coil is there, Dromio? who are those
-at the gate?
+[Within] What a coil is there, Dromio? who are those
+at the gate?
DROMIO OF EPHESUS
-Let my master in, Luce.
+Let my master in, Luce.
LUCE
-[Within] Faith, no; he comes too late;
-And so tell your master.
+[Within] Faith, no; he comes too late;
+And so tell your master.
DROMIO OF EPHESUS
-O Lord, I must laugh!
-Have at you with a proverb--Shall I set in my staff?
+O Lord, I must laugh!
+Have at you with a proverb--Shall I set in my staff?
LUCE
-[Within] Have at you with another; that's--When?
-can you tell?
+[Within] Have at you with another; that's--When?
+can you tell?
DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
-[Within] If thy name be call'd Luce--Luce, thou hast
-answered him well.
+[Within] If thy name be call'd Luce--Luce, thou hast
+answered him well.
ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
-Do you hear, you minion? you'll let us in, I hope?
+Do you hear, you minion? you'll let us in, I hope?
LUCE
-[Within] I thought to have asked you.
+[Within] I thought to have asked you.
DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
-[Within] And you said no.
+[Within] And you said no.
DROMIO OF EPHESUS
-So, come, help: well struck! there was blow for blow.
+So, come, help: well struck! there was blow for blow.
ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
-Thou baggage, let me in.
+Thou baggage, let me in.
LUCE
-[Within] Can you tell for whose sake?
+[Within] Can you tell for whose sake?
DROMIO OF EPHESUS
-Master, knock the door hard.
+Master, knock the door hard.
LUCE
-[Within] Let him knock till it ache.
+[Within] Let him knock till it ache.
ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
-You'll cry for this, minion, if I beat the door down.
+You'll cry for this, minion, if I beat the door down.
LUCE
-[Within] What needs all that, and a pair of stocks in the town?
+[Within] What needs all that, and a pair of stocks in the town?
ADRIANA
-[Within] Who is that at the door that keeps all
-this noise?
+[Within] Who is that at the door that keeps all
+this noise?
DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
-[Within] By my troth, your town is troubled with
-unruly boys.
+[Within] By my troth, your town is troubled with
+unruly boys.
ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
-Are you there, wife? you might have come before.
+Are you there, wife? you might have come before.
ADRIANA
-[Within] Your wife, sir knave! go get you from the door.
+[Within] Your wife, sir knave! go get you from the door.
DROMIO OF EPHESUS
-If you went in pain, master, this 'knave' would go sore.
+If you went in pain, master, this 'knave' would go sore.
ANGELO
-Here is neither cheer, sir, nor welcome: we would
-fain have either.
+Here is neither cheer, sir, nor welcome: we would
+fain have either.
BALTHAZAR
-In debating which was best, we shall part with neither.
+In debating which was best, we shall part with neither.
DROMIO OF EPHESUS
-They stand at the door, master; bid them welcome hither.
+They stand at the door, master; bid them welcome hither.
ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
-There is something in the wind, that we cannot get in.
+There is something in the wind, that we cannot get in.
DROMIO OF EPHESUS
-You would say so, master, if your garments were thin.
-Your cake there is warm within; you stand here in the cold:
-It would make a man mad as a buck, to be so bought and sold.
+You would say so, master, if your garments were thin.
+Your cake there is warm within; you stand here in the cold:
+It would make a man mad as a buck, to be so bought and sold.
ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
-Go fetch me something: I'll break ope the gate.
+Go fetch me something: I'll break ope the gate.
DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
-[Within] Break any breaking here, and I'll break your
-knave's pate.
+[Within] Break any breaking here, and I'll break your
+knave's pate.
DROMIO OF EPHESUS
-A man may break a word with you, sir, and words are but wind,
-Ay, and break it in your face, so he break it not behind.
+A man may break a word with you, sir, and words are but wind,
+Ay, and break it in your face, so he break it not behind.
DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
-[Within] It seems thou want'st breaking: out upon
-thee, hind!
+[Within] It seems thou want'st breaking: out upon
+thee, hind!
DROMIO OF EPHESUS
-Here's too much 'out upon thee!' I pray thee,
-let me in.
+Here's too much 'out upon thee!' I pray thee,
+let me in.
DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
-[Within] Ay, when fowls have no feathers and fish have no fin.
+[Within] Ay, when fowls have no feathers and fish have no fin.
ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
-Well, I'll break in: go borrow me a crow.
+Well, I'll break in: go borrow me a crow.
DROMIO OF EPHESUS
-A crow without feather? Master, mean you so?
-For a fish without a fin, there's a fowl without a feather;
-If a crow help us in, sirrah, we'll pluck a crow together.
+A crow without feather? Master, mean you so?
+For a fish without a fin, there's a fowl without a feather;
+If a crow help us in, sirrah, we'll pluck a crow together.
ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
-Go get thee gone; fetch me an iron crow.
+Go get thee gone; fetch me an iron crow.
BALTHAZAR
-Have patience, sir; O, let it not be so!
-Herein you war against your reputation
-And draw within the compass of suspect
-The unviolated honour of your wife.
-Once this,--your long experience of her wisdom,
-Her sober virtue, years and modesty,
-Plead on her part some cause to you unknown:
-And doubt not, sir, but she will well excuse
-Why at this time the doors are made against you.
-Be ruled by me: depart in patience,
-And let us to the Tiger all to dinner,
-And about evening come yourself alone
-To know the reason of this strange restraint.
-If by strong hand you offer to break in
-Now in the stirring passage of the day,
-A vulgar comment will be made of it,
-And that supposed by the common rout
-Against your yet ungalled estimation
-That may with foul intrusion enter in
-And dwell upon your grave when you are dead;
-For slander lives upon succession,
-For ever housed where it gets possession.
+Have patience, sir; O, let it not be so!
+Herein you war against your reputation
+And draw within the compass of suspect
+The unviolated honour of your wife.
+Once this,--your long experience of her wisdom,
+Her sober virtue, years and modesty,
+Plead on her part some cause to you unknown:
+And doubt not, sir, but she will well excuse
+Why at this time the doors are made against you.
+Be ruled by me: depart in patience,
+And let us to the Tiger all to dinner,
+And about evening come yourself alone
+To know the reason of this strange restraint.
+If by strong hand you offer to break in
+Now in the stirring passage of the day,
+A vulgar comment will be made of it,
+And that supposed by the common rout
+Against your yet ungalled estimation
+That may with foul intrusion enter in
+And dwell upon your grave when you are dead;
+For slander lives upon succession,
+For ever housed where it gets possession.
ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
-You have prevailed: I will depart in quiet,
-And, in despite of mirth, mean to be merry.
-I know a wench of excellent discourse,
-Pretty and witty; wild, and yet, too, gentle:
-There will we dine. This woman that I mean,
-My wife--but, I protest, without desert--
-Hath oftentimes upbraided me withal:
-To her will we to dinner.
+You have prevailed: I will depart in quiet,
+And, in despite of mirth, mean to be merry.
+I know a wench of excellent discourse,
+Pretty and witty; wild, and yet, too, gentle:
+There will we dine. This woman that I mean,
+My wife--but, I protest, without desert--
+Hath oftentimes upbraided me withal:
+To her will we to dinner.

To Angelo

-Get you home
-And fetch the chain; by this I know 'tis made:
-Bring it, I pray you, to the Porpentine;
-For there's the house: that chain will I bestow--
-Be it for nothing but to spite my wife--
-Upon mine hostess there: good sir, make haste.
-Since mine own doors refuse to entertain me,
-I'll knock elsewhere, to see if they'll disdain me.
+Get you home
+And fetch the chain; by this I know 'tis made:
+Bring it, I pray you, to the Porpentine;
+For there's the house: that chain will I bestow--
+Be it for nothing but to spite my wife--
+Upon mine hostess there: good sir, make haste.
+Since mine own doors refuse to entertain me,
+I'll knock elsewhere, to see if they'll disdain me.
ANGELO
-I'll meet you at that place some hour hence.
+I'll meet you at that place some hour hence.
ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
-Do so. This jest shall cost me some expense.
+Do so. This jest shall cost me some expense.

Exeunt

SCENE II. The same.

@@ -1703,404 +1703,404 @@

SCENE II. The same.

ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
-Sweet mistress--what your name is else, I know not,
-Nor by what wonder you do hit of mine,--
-Less in your knowledge and your grace you show not
-Than our earth's wonder, more than earth divine.
-Teach me, dear creature, how to think and speak;
-Lay open to my earthy-gross conceit,
-Smother'd in errors, feeble, shallow, weak,
-The folded meaning of your words' deceit.
-Against my soul's pure truth why labour you
-To make it wander in an unknown field?
-Are you a god? would you create me new?
-Transform me then, and to your power I'll yield.
-But if that I am I, then well I know
-Your weeping sister is no wife of mine,
-Nor to her bed no homage do I owe
-Far more, far more to you do I decline.
-O, train me not, sweet mermaid, with thy note,
-To drown me in thy sister's flood of tears:
-Sing, siren, for thyself and I will dote:
-Spread o'er the silver waves thy golden hairs,
-And as a bed I'll take them and there lie,
-And in that glorious supposition think
-He gains by death that hath such means to die:
-Let Love, being light, be drowned if she sink!
+Sweet mistress--what your name is else, I know not,
+Nor by what wonder you do hit of mine,--
+Less in your knowledge and your grace you show not
+Than our earth's wonder, more than earth divine.
+Teach me, dear creature, how to think and speak;
+Lay open to my earthy-gross conceit,
+Smother'd in errors, feeble, shallow, weak,
+The folded meaning of your words' deceit.
+Against my soul's pure truth why labour you
+To make it wander in an unknown field?
+Are you a god? would you create me new?
+Transform me then, and to your power I'll yield.
+But if that I am I, then well I know
+Your weeping sister is no wife of mine,
+Nor to her bed no homage do I owe
+Far more, far more to you do I decline.
+O, train me not, sweet mermaid, with thy note,
+To drown me in thy sister's flood of tears:
+Sing, siren, for thyself and I will dote:
+Spread o'er the silver waves thy golden hairs,
+And as a bed I'll take them and there lie,
+And in that glorious supposition think
+He gains by death that hath such means to die:
+Let Love, being light, be drowned if she sink!
LUCIANA
-What, are you mad, that you do reason so?
+What, are you mad, that you do reason so?
ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
-Not mad, but mated; how, I do not know.
+Not mad, but mated; how, I do not know.
LUCIANA
-It is a fault that springeth from your eye.
+It is a fault that springeth from your eye.
ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
-For gazing on your beams, fair sun, being by.
+For gazing on your beams, fair sun, being by.
LUCIANA
-Gaze where you should, and that will clear your sight.
+Gaze where you should, and that will clear your sight.
ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
-As good to wink, sweet love, as look on night.
+As good to wink, sweet love, as look on night.
LUCIANA
-Why call you me love? call my sister so.
+Why call you me love? call my sister so.
ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
-Thy sister's sister.
+Thy sister's sister.
LUCIANA
-That's my sister.
+That's my sister.
ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
-No;
-It is thyself, mine own self's better part,
-Mine eye's clear eye, my dear heart's dearer heart,
-My food, my fortune and my sweet hope's aim,
-My sole earth's heaven and my heaven's claim.
+No;
+It is thyself, mine own self's better part,
+Mine eye's clear eye, my dear heart's dearer heart,
+My food, my fortune and my sweet hope's aim,
+My sole earth's heaven and my heaven's claim.
LUCIANA
-All this my sister is, or else should be.
+All this my sister is, or else should be.
ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
-Call thyself sister, sweet, for I am thee.
-Thee will I love and with thee lead my life:
-Thou hast no husband yet nor I no wife.
-Give me thy hand.
+Call thyself sister, sweet, for I am thee.
+Thee will I love and with thee lead my life:
+Thou hast no husband yet nor I no wife.
+Give me thy hand.
LUCIANA
- O, soft, air! hold you still:
-I'll fetch my sister, to get her good will.
+ O, soft, air! hold you still:
+I'll fetch my sister, to get her good will.

Exit

Enter DROMIO of Syracuse

ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
-Why, how now, Dromio! where runn'st thou so fast?
+Why, how now, Dromio! where runn'st thou so fast?
DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
-Do you know me, sir? am I Dromio? am I your man?
-am I myself?
+Do you know me, sir? am I Dromio? am I your man?
+am I myself?
ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
-Thou art Dromio, thou art my man, thou art thyself.
+Thou art Dromio, thou art my man, thou art thyself.
DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
-I am an ass, I am a woman's man and besides myself.
+I am an ass, I am a woman's man and besides myself.
ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
-What woman's man? and how besides thyself? besides thyself?
+What woman's man? and how besides thyself? besides thyself?
DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
-Marry, sir, besides myself, I am due to a woman; one
-that claims me, one that haunts me, one that will have me.
+Marry, sir, besides myself, I am due to a woman; one
+that claims me, one that haunts me, one that will have me.
ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
-What claim lays she to thee?
+What claim lays she to thee?
DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
-Marry sir, such claim as you would lay to your
-horse; and she would have me as a beast: not that, I
-being a beast, she would have me; but that she,
-being a very beastly creature, lays claim to me.
+Marry sir, such claim as you would lay to your
+horse; and she would have me as a beast: not that, I
+being a beast, she would have me; but that she,
+being a very beastly creature, lays claim to me.
ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
-What is she?
+What is she?
DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
-A very reverent body; ay, such a one as a man may
-not speak of without he say 'Sir-reverence.' I have
-but lean luck in the match, and yet is she a
-wondrous fat marriage.
+A very reverent body; ay, such a one as a man may
+not speak of without he say 'Sir-reverence.' I have
+but lean luck in the match, and yet is she a
+wondrous fat marriage.
ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
-How dost thou mean a fat marriage?
+How dost thou mean a fat marriage?
DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
-Marry, sir, she's the kitchen wench and all grease;
-and I know not what use to put her to but to make a
-lamp of her and run from her by her own light. I
-warrant, her rags and the tallow in them will burn a
-Poland winter: if she lives till doomsday,
-she'll burn a week longer than the whole world.
+Marry, sir, she's the kitchen wench and all grease;
+and I know not what use to put her to but to make a
+lamp of her and run from her by her own light. I
+warrant, her rags and the tallow in them will burn a
+Poland winter: if she lives till doomsday,
+she'll burn a week longer than the whole world.
ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
-What complexion is she of?
+What complexion is she of?
DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
-Swart, like my shoe, but her face nothing half so
-clean kept: for why, she sweats; a man may go over
-shoes in the grime of it.
+Swart, like my shoe, but her face nothing half so
+clean kept: for why, she sweats; a man may go over
+shoes in the grime of it.
ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
-That's a fault that water will mend.
+That's a fault that water will mend.
DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
-No, sir, 'tis in grain; Noah's flood could not do it.
+No, sir, 'tis in grain; Noah's flood could not do it.
ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
-What's her name?
+What's her name?
DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
-Nell, sir; but her name and three quarters, that's
-an ell and three quarters, will not measure her from
-hip to hip.
+Nell, sir; but her name and three quarters, that's
+an ell and three quarters, will not measure her from
+hip to hip.
ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
-Then she bears some breadth?
+Then she bears some breadth?
DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
-No longer from head to foot than from hip to hip:
-she is spherical, like a globe; I could find out
-countries in her.
+No longer from head to foot than from hip to hip:
+she is spherical, like a globe; I could find out
+countries in her.
ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
-In what part of her body stands Ireland?
+In what part of her body stands Ireland?
DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
-Marry, in her buttocks: I found it out by the bogs.
+Marry, in her buttocks: I found it out by the bogs.
ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
-Where Scotland?
+Where Scotland?
DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
-I found it by the barrenness; hard in the palm of the hand.
+I found it by the barrenness; hard in the palm of the hand.
ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
-Where France?
+Where France?
DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
-In her forehead; armed and reverted, making war
-against her heir.
+In her forehead; armed and reverted, making war
+against her heir.
ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
-Where England?
+Where England?
DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
-I looked for the chalky cliffs, but I could find no
-whiteness in them; but I guess it stood in her chin,
-by the salt rheum that ran between France and it.
+I looked for the chalky cliffs, but I could find no
+whiteness in them; but I guess it stood in her chin,
+by the salt rheum that ran between France and it.
ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
-Where Spain?
+Where Spain?
DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
-Faith, I saw it not; but I felt it hot in her breath.
+Faith, I saw it not; but I felt it hot in her breath.
ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
-Where America, the Indies?
+Where America, the Indies?
DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
-Oh, sir, upon her nose all o'er embellished with
-rubies, carbuncles, sapphires, declining their rich
-aspect to the hot breath of Spain; who sent whole
-armadoes of caracks to be ballast at her nose.
+Oh, sir, upon her nose all o'er embellished with
+rubies, carbuncles, sapphires, declining their rich
+aspect to the hot breath of Spain; who sent whole
+armadoes of caracks to be ballast at her nose.
ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
-Where stood Belgia, the Netherlands?
+Where stood Belgia, the Netherlands?
DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
-Oh, sir, I did not look so low. To conclude, this
-drudge, or diviner, laid claim to me, call'd me
-Dromio; swore I was assured to her; told me what
-privy marks I had about me, as, the mark of my
-shoulder, the mole in my neck, the great wart on my
-left arm, that I amazed ran from her as a witch:
-And, I think, if my breast had not been made of
-faith and my heart of steel,
-She had transform'd me to a curtal dog and made
-me turn i' the wheel.
+Oh, sir, I did not look so low. To conclude, this
+drudge, or diviner, laid claim to me, call'd me
+Dromio; swore I was assured to her; told me what
+privy marks I had about me, as, the mark of my
+shoulder, the mole in my neck, the great wart on my
+left arm, that I amazed ran from her as a witch:
+And, I think, if my breast had not been made of
+faith and my heart of steel,
+She had transform'd me to a curtal dog and made
+me turn i' the wheel.
ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
-Go hie thee presently, post to the road:
-An if the wind blow any way from shore,
-I will not harbour in this town to-night:
-If any bark put forth, come to the mart,
-Where I will walk till thou return to me.
-If every one knows us and we know none,
-'Tis time, I think, to trudge, pack and be gone.
+Go hie thee presently, post to the road:
+An if the wind blow any way from shore,
+I will not harbour in this town to-night:
+If any bark put forth, come to the mart,
+Where I will walk till thou return to me.
+If every one knows us and we know none,
+'Tis time, I think, to trudge, pack and be gone.
DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
-As from a bear a man would run for life,
-So fly I from her that would be my wife.
+As from a bear a man would run for life,
+So fly I from her that would be my wife.

Exit

ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
-There's none but witches do inhabit here;
-And therefore 'tis high time that I were hence.
-She that doth call me husband, even my soul
-Doth for a wife abhor. But her fair sister,
-Possess'd with such a gentle sovereign grace,
-Of such enchanting presence and discourse,
-Hath almost made me traitor to myself:
-But, lest myself be guilty to self-wrong,
-I'll stop mine ears against the mermaid's song.
+There's none but witches do inhabit here;
+And therefore 'tis high time that I were hence.
+She that doth call me husband, even my soul
+Doth for a wife abhor. But her fair sister,
+Possess'd with such a gentle sovereign grace,
+Of such enchanting presence and discourse,
+Hath almost made me traitor to myself:
+But, lest myself be guilty to self-wrong,
+I'll stop mine ears against the mermaid's song.

Enter ANGELO with the chain

ANGELO
-Master Antipholus,--
+Master Antipholus,--
ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
-Ay, that's my name.
+Ay, that's my name.
ANGELO
-I know it well, sir, lo, here is the chain.
-I thought to have ta'en you at the Porpentine:
-The chain unfinish'd made me stay thus long.
+I know it well, sir, lo, here is the chain.
+I thought to have ta'en you at the Porpentine:
+The chain unfinish'd made me stay thus long.
ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
-What is your will that I shall do with this?
+What is your will that I shall do with this?
ANGELO
-What please yourself, sir: I have made it for you.
+What please yourself, sir: I have made it for you.
ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
-Made it for me, sir! I bespoke it not.
+Made it for me, sir! I bespoke it not.
ANGELO
-Not once, nor twice, but twenty times you have.
-Go home with it and please your wife withal;
-And soon at supper-time I'll visit you
-And then receive my money for the chain.
+Not once, nor twice, but twenty times you have.
+Go home with it and please your wife withal;
+And soon at supper-time I'll visit you
+And then receive my money for the chain.
ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
-I pray you, sir, receive the money now,
-For fear you ne'er see chain nor money more.
+I pray you, sir, receive the money now,
+For fear you ne'er see chain nor money more.
ANGELO
-You are a merry man, sir: fare you well.
+You are a merry man, sir: fare you well.

Exit

ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
-What I should think of this, I cannot tell:
-But this I think, there's no man is so vain
-That would refuse so fair an offer'd chain.
-I see a man here needs not live by shifts,
-When in the streets he meets such golden gifts.
-I'll to the mart, and there for Dromio stay
-If any ship put out, then straight away.
+What I should think of this, I cannot tell:
+But this I think, there's no man is so vain
+That would refuse so fair an offer'd chain.
+I see a man here needs not live by shifts,
+When in the streets he meets such golden gifts.
+I'll to the mart, and there for Dromio stay
+If any ship put out, then straight away.

Exit

ACT IV

@@ -2138,256 +2138,256 @@

SCENE I. A public place.

ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
-While I go to the goldsmith's house, go thou
-And buy a rope's end: that will I bestow
-Among my wife and her confederates,
-For locking me out of my doors by day.
-But, soft! I see the goldsmith. Get thee gone;
-Buy thou a rope and bring it home to me.
+While I go to the goldsmith's house, go thou
+And buy a rope's end: that will I bestow
+Among my wife and her confederates,
+For locking me out of my doors by day.
+But, soft! I see the goldsmith. Get thee gone;
+Buy thou a rope and bring it home to me.
DROMIO OF EPHESUS
-I buy a thousand pound a year: I buy a rope.
+I buy a thousand pound a year: I buy a rope.

Exit

ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
-A man is well holp up that trusts to you:
-I promised your presence and the chain;
-But neither chain nor goldsmith came to me.
-Belike you thought our love would last too long,
-If it were chain'd together, and therefore came not.
+A man is well holp up that trusts to you:
+I promised your presence and the chain;
+But neither chain nor goldsmith came to me.
+Belike you thought our love would last too long,
+If it were chain'd together, and therefore came not.
ANGELO
-Saving your merry humour, here's the note
-How much your chain weighs to the utmost carat,
-The fineness of the gold and chargeful fashion.
-Which doth amount to three odd ducats more
-Than I stand debted to this gentleman:
-I pray you, see him presently discharged,
-For he is bound to sea and stays but for it.
+Saving your merry humour, here's the note
+How much your chain weighs to the utmost carat,
+The fineness of the gold and chargeful fashion.
+Which doth amount to three odd ducats more
+Than I stand debted to this gentleman:
+I pray you, see him presently discharged,
+For he is bound to sea and stays but for it.
ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
-I am not furnish'd with the present money;
-Besides, I have some business in the town.
-Good signior, take the stranger to my house
-And with you take the chain and bid my wife
-Disburse the sum on the receipt thereof:
-Perchance I will be there as soon as you.
+I am not furnish'd with the present money;
+Besides, I have some business in the town.
+Good signior, take the stranger to my house
+And with you take the chain and bid my wife
+Disburse the sum on the receipt thereof:
+Perchance I will be there as soon as you.
ANGELO
-Then you will bring the chain to her yourself?
+Then you will bring the chain to her yourself?
ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
-No; bear it with you, lest I come not time enough.
+No; bear it with you, lest I come not time enough.
ANGELO
-Well, sir, I will. Have you the chain about you?
+Well, sir, I will. Have you the chain about you?
ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
-An if I have not, sir, I hope you have;
-Or else you may return without your money.
+An if I have not, sir, I hope you have;
+Or else you may return without your money.
ANGELO
-Nay, come, I pray you, sir, give me the chain:
-Both wind and tide stays for this gentleman,
-And I, to blame, have held him here too long.
+Nay, come, I pray you, sir, give me the chain:
+Both wind and tide stays for this gentleman,
+And I, to blame, have held him here too long.
ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
-Good Lord! you use this dalliance to excuse
-Your breach of promise to the Porpentine.
-I should have chid you for not bringing it,
-But, like a shrew, you first begin to brawl.
+Good Lord! you use this dalliance to excuse
+Your breach of promise to the Porpentine.
+I should have chid you for not bringing it,
+But, like a shrew, you first begin to brawl.
Second Merchant
-The hour steals on; I pray you, sir, dispatch.
+The hour steals on; I pray you, sir, dispatch.
ANGELO
-You hear how he importunes me;--the chain!
+You hear how he importunes me;--the chain!
ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
-Why, give it to my wife and fetch your money.
+Why, give it to my wife and fetch your money.
ANGELO
-Come, come, you know I gave it you even now.
-Either send the chain or send me by some token.
+Come, come, you know I gave it you even now.
+Either send the chain or send me by some token.
ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
-Fie, now you run this humour out of breath,
-where's the chain? I pray you, let me see it.
+Fie, now you run this humour out of breath,
+where's the chain? I pray you, let me see it.
Second Merchant
-My business cannot brook this dalliance.
-Good sir, say whether you'll answer me or no:
-If not, I'll leave him to the officer.
+My business cannot brook this dalliance.
+Good sir, say whether you'll answer me or no:
+If not, I'll leave him to the officer.
ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
-I answer you! what should I answer you?
+I answer you! what should I answer you?
ANGELO
-The money that you owe me for the chain.
+The money that you owe me for the chain.
ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
-I owe you none till I receive the chain.
+I owe you none till I receive the chain.
ANGELO
-You know I gave it you half an hour since.
+You know I gave it you half an hour since.
ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
-You gave me none: you wrong me much to say so.
+You gave me none: you wrong me much to say so.
ANGELO
-You wrong me more, sir, in denying it:
-Consider how it stands upon my credit.
+You wrong me more, sir, in denying it:
+Consider how it stands upon my credit.
Second Merchant
-Well, officer, arrest him at my suit.
+Well, officer, arrest him at my suit.
Officer
-I do; and charge you in the duke's name to obey me.
+I do; and charge you in the duke's name to obey me.
ANGELO
-This touches me in reputation.
-Either consent to pay this sum for me
-Or I attach you by this officer.
+This touches me in reputation.
+Either consent to pay this sum for me
+Or I attach you by this officer.
ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
-Consent to pay thee that I never had!
-Arrest me, foolish fellow, if thou darest.
+Consent to pay thee that I never had!
+Arrest me, foolish fellow, if thou darest.
ANGELO
-Here is thy fee; arrest him, officer,
-I would not spare my brother in this case,
-If he should scorn me so apparently.
+Here is thy fee; arrest him, officer,
+I would not spare my brother in this case,
+If he should scorn me so apparently.
Officer
-I do arrest you, sir: you hear the suit.
+I do arrest you, sir: you hear the suit.
ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
-I do obey thee till I give thee bail.
-But, sirrah, you shall buy this sport as dear
-As all the metal in your shop will answer.
+I do obey thee till I give thee bail.
+But, sirrah, you shall buy this sport as dear
+As all the metal in your shop will answer.
ANGELO
-Sir, sir, I will have law in Ephesus,
-To your notorious shame; I doubt it not.
+Sir, sir, I will have law in Ephesus,
+To your notorious shame; I doubt it not.

Enter DROMIO of Syracuse, from the bay

DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
-Master, there is a bark of Epidamnum
-That stays but till her owner comes aboard,
-And then, sir, she bears away. Our fraughtage, sir,
-I have convey'd aboard; and I have bought
-The oil, the balsamum and aqua-vitae.
-The ship is in her trim; the merry wind
-Blows fair from land: they stay for nought at all
-But for their owner, master, and yourself.
+Master, there is a bark of Epidamnum
+That stays but till her owner comes aboard,
+And then, sir, she bears away. Our fraughtage, sir,
+I have convey'd aboard; and I have bought
+The oil, the balsamum and aqua-vitae.
+The ship is in her trim; the merry wind
+Blows fair from land: they stay for nought at all
+But for their owner, master, and yourself.
ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
-How now! a madman! Why, thou peevish sheep,
-What ship of Epidamnum stays for me?
+How now! a madman! Why, thou peevish sheep,
+What ship of Epidamnum stays for me?
DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
-A ship you sent me to, to hire waftage.
+A ship you sent me to, to hire waftage.
ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
-Thou drunken slave, I sent thee for a rope;
-And told thee to what purpose and what end.
+Thou drunken slave, I sent thee for a rope;
+And told thee to what purpose and what end.
DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
-You sent me for a rope's end as soon:
-You sent me to the bay, sir, for a bark.
+You sent me for a rope's end as soon:
+You sent me to the bay, sir, for a bark.
ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
-I will debate this matter at more leisure
-And teach your ears to list me with more heed.
-To Adriana, villain, hie thee straight:
-Give her this key, and tell her, in the desk
-That's cover'd o'er with Turkish tapestry,
-There is a purse of ducats; let her send it:
-Tell her I am arrested in the street
-And that shall bail me; hie thee, slave, be gone!
-On, officer, to prison till it come.
+I will debate this matter at more leisure
+And teach your ears to list me with more heed.
+To Adriana, villain, hie thee straight:
+Give her this key, and tell her, in the desk
+That's cover'd o'er with Turkish tapestry,
+There is a purse of ducats; let her send it:
+Tell her I am arrested in the street
+And that shall bail me; hie thee, slave, be gone!
+On, officer, to prison till it come.

Exeunt Second Merchant, Angelo, Officer, and Antipholus of Ephesus

DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
-To Adriana! that is where we dined,
-Where Dowsabel did claim me for her husband:
-She is too big, I hope, for me to compass.
-Thither I must, although against my will,
-For servants must their masters' minds fulfil.
+To Adriana! that is where we dined,
+Where Dowsabel did claim me for her husband:
+She is too big, I hope, for me to compass.
+Thither I must, although against my will,
+For servants must their masters' minds fulfil.

Exit

SCENE II. The house of ANTIPHOLUS of Ephesus.

@@ -2453,155 +2453,155 @@

SCENE II. The house of ANTIPHOLUS of Ephesus.

ADRIANA
-Didst speak him fair?
+Didst speak him fair?
LUCIANA
-Have patience, I beseech.
+Have patience, I beseech.
ADRIANA
-I cannot, nor I will not, hold me still;
-My tongue, though not my heart, shall have his will.
-He is deformed, crooked, old and sere,
-Ill-faced, worse bodied, shapeless everywhere;
-Vicious, ungentle, foolish, blunt, unkind;
-Stigmatical in making, worse in mind.
+I cannot, nor I will not, hold me still;
+My tongue, though not my heart, shall have his will.
+He is deformed, crooked, old and sere,
+Ill-faced, worse bodied, shapeless everywhere;
+Vicious, ungentle, foolish, blunt, unkind;
+Stigmatical in making, worse in mind.
LUCIANA
-Who would be jealous then of such a one?
-No evil lost is wail'd when it is gone.
+Who would be jealous then of such a one?
+No evil lost is wail'd when it is gone.
ADRIANA
-Ah, but I think him better than I say,
-And yet would herein others' eyes were worse.
-Far from her nest the lapwing cries away:
-My heart prays for him, though my tongue do curse.
+Ah, but I think him better than I say,
+And yet would herein others' eyes were worse.
+Far from her nest the lapwing cries away:
+My heart prays for him, though my tongue do curse.

Enter DROMIO of Syracuse

DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
-Here! go; the desk, the purse! sweet, now, make haste.
+Here! go; the desk, the purse! sweet, now, make haste.
LUCIANA
-How hast thou lost thy breath?
+How hast thou lost thy breath?
DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
-By running fast.
+By running fast.
ADRIANA
-Where is thy master, Dromio? is he well?
+Where is thy master, Dromio? is he well?
DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
-No, he's in Tartar limbo, worse than hell.
-A devil in an everlasting garment hath him;
-One whose hard heart is button'd up with steel;
-A fiend, a fury, pitiless and rough;
-A wolf, nay, worse, a fellow all in buff;
-A back-friend, a shoulder-clapper, one that
-countermands
-The passages of alleys, creeks and narrow lands;
-A hound that runs counter and yet draws dryfoot well;
-One that before the judgement carries poor souls to hell.
+No, he's in Tartar limbo, worse than hell.
+A devil in an everlasting garment hath him;
+One whose hard heart is button'd up with steel;
+A fiend, a fury, pitiless and rough;
+A wolf, nay, worse, a fellow all in buff;
+A back-friend, a shoulder-clapper, one that
+countermands
+The passages of alleys, creeks and narrow lands;
+A hound that runs counter and yet draws dryfoot well;
+One that before the judgement carries poor souls to hell.
ADRIANA
-Why, man, what is the matter?
+Why, man, what is the matter?
DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
-I do not know the matter: he is 'rested on the case.
+I do not know the matter: he is 'rested on the case.
ADRIANA
-What, is he arrested? Tell me at whose suit.
+What, is he arrested? Tell me at whose suit.
DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
-I know not at whose suit he is arrested well;
-But he's in a suit of buff which 'rested him, that can I tell.
-Will you send him, mistress, redemption, the money in his desk?
+I know not at whose suit he is arrested well;
+But he's in a suit of buff which 'rested him, that can I tell.
+Will you send him, mistress, redemption, the money in his desk?
ADRIANA
-Go fetch it, sister.
+Go fetch it, sister.

Exit Luciana

-This I wonder at,
-That he, unknown to me, should be in debt.
-Tell me, was he arrested on a band?
+This I wonder at,
+That he, unknown to me, should be in debt.
+Tell me, was he arrested on a band?
DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
-Not on a band, but on a stronger thing;
-A chain, a chain! Do you not hear it ring?
+Not on a band, but on a stronger thing;
+A chain, a chain! Do you not hear it ring?
ADRIANA
-What, the chain?
+What, the chain?
DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
-No, no, the bell: 'tis time that I were gone:
-It was two ere I left him, and now the clock
-strikes one.
+No, no, the bell: 'tis time that I were gone:
+It was two ere I left him, and now the clock
+strikes one.
ADRIANA
-The hours come back! that did I never hear.
+The hours come back! that did I never hear.
DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
-O, yes; if any hour meet a sergeant, a' turns back for
-very fear.
+O, yes; if any hour meet a sergeant, a' turns back for
+very fear.
ADRIANA
-As if Time were in debt! how fondly dost thou reason!
+As if Time were in debt! how fondly dost thou reason!
DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
-Time is a very bankrupt, and owes more than he's
-worth, to season.
-Nay, he's a thief too: have you not heard men say
-That Time comes stealing on by night and day?
-If Time be in debt and theft, and a sergeant in the way,
-Hath he not reason to turn back an hour in a day?
+Time is a very bankrupt, and owes more than he's
+worth, to season.
+Nay, he's a thief too: have you not heard men say
+That Time comes stealing on by night and day?
+If Time be in debt and theft, and a sergeant in the way,
+Hath he not reason to turn back an hour in a day?

Re-enter LUCIANA with a purse

ADRIANA
-Go, Dromio; there's the money, bear it straight;
-And bring thy master home immediately.
-Come, sister: I am press'd down with conceit--
-Conceit, my comfort and my injury.
+Go, Dromio; there's the money, bear it straight;
+And bring thy master home immediately.
+Come, sister: I am press'd down with conceit--
+Conceit, my comfort and my injury.

Exeunt

SCENE III. A public place.

@@ -2611,206 +2611,206 @@

SCENE III. A public place.

ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
-There's not a man I meet but doth salute me
-As if I were their well-acquainted friend;
-And every one doth call me by my name.
-Some tender money to me; some invite me;
-Some other give me thanks for kindnesses;
-Some offer me commodities to buy:
-Even now a tailor call'd me in his shop
-And show'd me silks that he had bought for me,
-And therewithal took measure of my body.
-Sure, these are but imaginary wiles
-And Lapland sorcerers inhabit here.
+There's not a man I meet but doth salute me
+As if I were their well-acquainted friend;
+And every one doth call me by my name.
+Some tender money to me; some invite me;
+Some other give me thanks for kindnesses;
+Some offer me commodities to buy:
+Even now a tailor call'd me in his shop
+And show'd me silks that he had bought for me,
+And therewithal took measure of my body.
+Sure, these are but imaginary wiles
+And Lapland sorcerers inhabit here.

Enter DROMIO OF Syracuse

DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
-Master, here's the gold you sent me for. What, have
-you got the picture of old Adam new-apparelled?
+Master, here's the gold you sent me for. What, have
+you got the picture of old Adam new-apparelled?
ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
-What gold is this? what Adam dost thou mean?
+What gold is this? what Adam dost thou mean?
DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
-Not that Adam that kept the Paradise but that Adam
-that keeps the prison: he that goes in the calf's
-skin that was killed for the Prodigal; he that came
-behind you, sir, like an evil angel, and bid you
-forsake your liberty.
+Not that Adam that kept the Paradise but that Adam
+that keeps the prison: he that goes in the calf's
+skin that was killed for the Prodigal; he that came
+behind you, sir, like an evil angel, and bid you
+forsake your liberty.
ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
-I understand thee not.
+I understand thee not.
DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
-No? why, 'tis a plain case: he that went, like a
-bass-viol, in a case of leather; the man, sir,
-that, when gentlemen are tired, gives them a sob
-and 'rests them; he, sir, that takes pity on decayed
-men and gives them suits of durance; he that sets up
-his rest to do more exploits with his mace than a
-morris-pike.
+No? why, 'tis a plain case: he that went, like a
+bass-viol, in a case of leather; the man, sir,
+that, when gentlemen are tired, gives them a sob
+and 'rests them; he, sir, that takes pity on decayed
+men and gives them suits of durance; he that sets up
+his rest to do more exploits with his mace than a
+morris-pike.
ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
-What, thou meanest an officer?
+What, thou meanest an officer?
DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
-Ay, sir, the sergeant of the band, he that brings
-any man to answer it that breaks his band; one that
-thinks a man always going to bed, and says, 'God
-give you good rest!'
+Ay, sir, the sergeant of the band, he that brings
+any man to answer it that breaks his band; one that
+thinks a man always going to bed, and says, 'God
+give you good rest!'
ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
-Well, sir, there rest in your foolery. Is there any
+Well, sir, there rest in your foolery. Is there any
DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
-Why, sir, I brought you word an hour since that the
-bark Expedition put forth to-night; and then were
-you hindered by the sergeant, to tarry for the hoy
-Delay. Here are the angels that you sent for to
-deliver you.
+Why, sir, I brought you word an hour since that the
+bark Expedition put forth to-night; and then were
+you hindered by the sergeant, to tarry for the hoy
+Delay. Here are the angels that you sent for to
+deliver you.
ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
-The fellow is distract, and so am I;
-And here we wander in illusions:
-Some blessed power deliver us from hence!
+The fellow is distract, and so am I;
+And here we wander in illusions:
+Some blessed power deliver us from hence!

Enter a Courtezan

Courtezan
-Well met, well met, Master Antipholus.
-I see, sir, you have found the goldsmith now:
-Is that the chain you promised me to-day?
+Well met, well met, Master Antipholus.
+I see, sir, you have found the goldsmith now:
+Is that the chain you promised me to-day?
ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
-Satan, avoid! I charge thee, tempt me not.
+Satan, avoid! I charge thee, tempt me not.
DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
-Master, is this Mistress Satan?
+Master, is this Mistress Satan?
ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
-It is the devil.
+It is the devil.
DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
-Nay, she is worse, she is the devil's dam; and here
-she comes in the habit of a light wench: and thereof
-comes that the wenches say 'God damn me;' that's as
-much to say 'God make me a light wench.' It is
-written, they appear to men like angels of light:
-light is an effect of fire, and fire will burn;
-ergo, light wenches will burn. Come not near her.
+Nay, she is worse, she is the devil's dam; and here
+she comes in the habit of a light wench: and thereof
+comes that the wenches say 'God damn me;' that's as
+much to say 'God make me a light wench.' It is
+written, they appear to men like angels of light:
+light is an effect of fire, and fire will burn;
+ergo, light wenches will burn. Come not near her.
Courtezan
-Your man and you are marvellous merry, sir.
-Will you go with me? We'll mend our dinner here?
+Your man and you are marvellous merry, sir.
+Will you go with me? We'll mend our dinner here?
DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
-Master, if you do, expect spoon-meat; or bespeak a
-long spoon.
+Master, if you do, expect spoon-meat; or bespeak a
+long spoon.
ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
-Why, Dromio?
+Why, Dromio?
DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
-Marry, he must have a long spoon that must eat with
-the devil.
+Marry, he must have a long spoon that must eat with
+the devil.
ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
-Avoid then, fiend! what tell'st thou me of supping?
-Thou art, as you are all, a sorceress:
-I conjure thee to leave me and be gone.
+Avoid then, fiend! what tell'st thou me of supping?
+Thou art, as you are all, a sorceress:
+I conjure thee to leave me and be gone.
Courtezan
-Give me the ring of mine you had at dinner,
-Or, for my diamond, the chain you promised,
-And I'll be gone, sir, and not trouble you.
+Give me the ring of mine you had at dinner,
+Or, for my diamond, the chain you promised,
+And I'll be gone, sir, and not trouble you.
DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
-Some devils ask but the parings of one's nail,
-A rush, a hair, a drop of blood, a pin,
-A nut, a cherry-stone;
-But she, more covetous, would have a chain.
-Master, be wise: an if you give it her,
-The devil will shake her chain and fright us with it.
+Some devils ask but the parings of one's nail,
+A rush, a hair, a drop of blood, a pin,
+A nut, a cherry-stone;
+But she, more covetous, would have a chain.
+Master, be wise: an if you give it her,
+The devil will shake her chain and fright us with it.
Courtezan
-I pray you, sir, my ring, or else the chain:
-I hope you do not mean to cheat me so.
+I pray you, sir, my ring, or else the chain:
+I hope you do not mean to cheat me so.
ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
-Avaunt, thou witch! Come, Dromio, let us go.
+Avaunt, thou witch! Come, Dromio, let us go.
DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
-'Fly pride,' says the peacock: mistress, that you know.
+'Fly pride,' says the peacock: mistress, that you know.

Exeunt Antipholus of Syracuse and Dromio of Syracuse

Courtezan
-Now, out of doubt Antipholus is mad,
-Else would he never so demean himself.
-A ring he hath of mine worth forty ducats,
-And for the same he promised me a chain:
-Both one and other he denies me now.
-The reason that I gather he is mad,
-Besides this present instance of his rage,
-Is a mad tale he told to-day at dinner,
-Of his own doors being shut against his entrance.
-Belike his wife, acquainted with his fits,
-On purpose shut the doors against his way.
-My way is now to hie home to his house,
-And tell his wife that, being lunatic,
-He rush'd into my house and took perforce
-My ring away. This course I fittest choose;
-For forty ducats is too much to lose.
+Now, out of doubt Antipholus is mad,
+Else would he never so demean himself.
+A ring he hath of mine worth forty ducats,
+And for the same he promised me a chain:
+Both one and other he denies me now.
+The reason that I gather he is mad,
+Besides this present instance of his rage,
+Is a mad tale he told to-day at dinner,
+Of his own doors being shut against his entrance.
+Belike his wife, acquainted with his fits,
+On purpose shut the doors against his way.
+My way is now to hie home to his house,
+And tell his wife that, being lunatic,
+He rush'd into my house and took perforce
+My ring away. This course I fittest choose;
+For forty ducats is too much to lose.

Exit

SCENE IV. A street.

@@ -2820,519 +2820,519 @@

SCENE IV. A street.

ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
-Fear me not, man; I will not break away:
-I'll give thee, ere I leave thee, so much money,
-To warrant thee, as I am 'rested for.
-My wife is in a wayward mood to-day,
-And will not lightly trust the messenger
-That I should be attach'd in Ephesus,
-I tell you, 'twill sound harshly in her ears.
+Fear me not, man; I will not break away:
+I'll give thee, ere I leave thee, so much money,
+To warrant thee, as I am 'rested for.
+My wife is in a wayward mood to-day,
+And will not lightly trust the messenger
+That I should be attach'd in Ephesus,
+I tell you, 'twill sound harshly in her ears.

Enter DROMIO of Ephesus with a rope's-end

-Here comes my man; I think he brings the money.
-How now, sir! have you that I sent you for?
+Here comes my man; I think he brings the money.
+How now, sir! have you that I sent you for?
DROMIO OF EPHESUS
-Here's that, I warrant you, will pay them all.
+Here's that, I warrant you, will pay them all.
ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
-But where's the money?
+But where's the money?
DROMIO OF EPHESUS
-Why, sir, I gave the money for the rope.
+Why, sir, I gave the money for the rope.
ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
-Five hundred ducats, villain, for a rope?
+Five hundred ducats, villain, for a rope?
DROMIO OF EPHESUS
-I'll serve you, sir, five hundred at the rate.
+I'll serve you, sir, five hundred at the rate.
ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
-To what end did I bid thee hie thee home?
+To what end did I bid thee hie thee home?
DROMIO OF EPHESUS
-To a rope's-end, sir; and to that end am I returned.
+To a rope's-end, sir; and to that end am I returned.
ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
-And to that end, sir, I will welcome you.
+And to that end, sir, I will welcome you.

Beating him

Officer
-Good sir, be patient.
+Good sir, be patient.
DROMIO OF EPHESUS
-Nay, 'tis for me to be patient; I am in adversity.
+Nay, 'tis for me to be patient; I am in adversity.
Officer
-Good, now, hold thy tongue.
+Good, now, hold thy tongue.
DROMIO OF EPHESUS
-Nay, rather persuade him to hold his hands.
+Nay, rather persuade him to hold his hands.
ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
-Thou whoreson, senseless villain!
+Thou whoreson, senseless villain!
DROMIO OF EPHESUS
-I would I were senseless, sir, that I might not feel
-your blows.
+I would I were senseless, sir, that I might not feel
+your blows.
ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
-Thou art sensible in nothing but blows, and so is an
-ass.
+Thou art sensible in nothing but blows, and so is an
+ass.
DROMIO OF EPHESUS
-I am an ass, indeed; you may prove it by my long
-ears. I have served him from the hour of my
-nativity to this instant, and have nothing at his
-hands for my service but blows. When I am cold, he
-heats me with beating; when I am warm, he cools me
-with beating; I am waked with it when I sleep;
-raised with it when I sit; driven out of doors with
-it when I go from home; welcomed home with it when
-I return; nay, I bear it on my shoulders, as a
-beggar wont her brat; and, I think when he hath
-lamed me, I shall beg with it from door to door.
+I am an ass, indeed; you may prove it by my long
+ears. I have served him from the hour of my
+nativity to this instant, and have nothing at his
+hands for my service but blows. When I am cold, he
+heats me with beating; when I am warm, he cools me
+with beating; I am waked with it when I sleep;
+raised with it when I sit; driven out of doors with
+it when I go from home; welcomed home with it when
+I return; nay, I bear it on my shoulders, as a
+beggar wont her brat; and, I think when he hath
+lamed me, I shall beg with it from door to door.
ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
-Come, go along; my wife is coming yonder.
+Come, go along; my wife is coming yonder.

Enter ADRIANA, LUCIANA, the Courtezan, and PINCH

DROMIO OF EPHESUS
-Mistress, 'respice finem,' respect your end; or
-rather, the prophecy like the parrot, 'beware the
-rope's-end.'
+Mistress, 'respice finem,' respect your end; or
+rather, the prophecy like the parrot, 'beware the
+rope's-end.'
ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
-Wilt thou still talk?
+Wilt thou still talk?

Beating him

Courtezan
-How say you now? is not your husband mad?
+How say you now? is not your husband mad?
ADRIANA
-His incivility confirms no less.
-Good Doctor Pinch, you are a conjurer;
-Establish him in his true sense again,
-And I will please you what you will demand.
+His incivility confirms no less.
+Good Doctor Pinch, you are a conjurer;
+Establish him in his true sense again,
+And I will please you what you will demand.
LUCIANA
-Alas, how fiery and how sharp he looks!
+Alas, how fiery and how sharp he looks!
Courtezan
-Mark how he trembles in his ecstasy!
+Mark how he trembles in his ecstasy!
PINCH
-Give me your hand and let me feel your pulse.
+Give me your hand and let me feel your pulse.
ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
-There is my hand, and let it feel your ear.
+There is my hand, and let it feel your ear.

Striking him

PINCH
-I charge thee, Satan, housed within this man,
-To yield possession to my holy prayers
-And to thy state of darkness hie thee straight:
-I conjure thee by all the saints in heaven!
+I charge thee, Satan, housed within this man,
+To yield possession to my holy prayers
+And to thy state of darkness hie thee straight:
+I conjure thee by all the saints in heaven!
ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
-Peace, doting wizard, peace! I am not mad.
+Peace, doting wizard, peace! I am not mad.
ADRIANA
-O, that thou wert not, poor distressed soul!
+O, that thou wert not, poor distressed soul!
ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
-You minion, you, are these your customers?
-Did this companion with the saffron face
-Revel and feast it at my house to-day,
-Whilst upon me the guilty doors were shut
-And I denied to enter in my house?
+You minion, you, are these your customers?
+Did this companion with the saffron face
+Revel and feast it at my house to-day,
+Whilst upon me the guilty doors were shut
+And I denied to enter in my house?
ADRIANA
-O husband, God doth know you dined at home;
-Where would you had remain'd until this time,
-Free from these slanders and this open shame!
+O husband, God doth know you dined at home;
+Where would you had remain'd until this time,
+Free from these slanders and this open shame!
ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
-Dined at home! Thou villain, what sayest thou?
+Dined at home! Thou villain, what sayest thou?
DROMIO OF EPHESUS
-Sir, sooth to say, you did not dine at home.
+Sir, sooth to say, you did not dine at home.
ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
-Were not my doors lock'd up and I shut out?
+Were not my doors lock'd up and I shut out?
DROMIO OF EPHESUS
-Perdie, your doors were lock'd and you shut out.
+Perdie, your doors were lock'd and you shut out.
ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
-And did not she herself revile me there?
+And did not she herself revile me there?
DROMIO OF EPHESUS
-Sans fable, she herself reviled you there.
+Sans fable, she herself reviled you there.
ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
-Did not her kitchen-maid rail, taunt, and scorn me?
+Did not her kitchen-maid rail, taunt, and scorn me?
DROMIO OF EPHESUS
-Certes, she did; the kitchen-vestal scorn'd you.
+Certes, she did; the kitchen-vestal scorn'd you.
ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
-And did not I in rage depart from thence?
+And did not I in rage depart from thence?
DROMIO OF EPHESUS
-In verity you did; my bones bear witness,
-That since have felt the vigour of his rage.
+In verity you did; my bones bear witness,
+That since have felt the vigour of his rage.
ADRIANA
-Is't good to soothe him in these contraries?
+Is't good to soothe him in these contraries?
PINCH
-It is no shame: the fellow finds his vein,
-And yielding to him humours well his frenzy.
+It is no shame: the fellow finds his vein,
+And yielding to him humours well his frenzy.
ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
-Thou hast suborn'd the goldsmith to arrest me.
+Thou hast suborn'd the goldsmith to arrest me.
ADRIANA
-Alas, I sent you money to redeem you,
-By Dromio here, who came in haste for it.
+Alas, I sent you money to redeem you,
+By Dromio here, who came in haste for it.
DROMIO OF EPHESUS
-Money by me! heart and goodwill you might;
-But surely master, not a rag of money.
+Money by me! heart and goodwill you might;
+But surely master, not a rag of money.
ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
-Went'st not thou to her for a purse of ducats?
+Went'st not thou to her for a purse of ducats?
ADRIANA
-He came to me and I deliver'd it.
+He came to me and I deliver'd it.
LUCIANA
-And I am witness with her that she did.
+And I am witness with her that she did.
DROMIO OF EPHESUS
-God and the rope-maker bear me witness
-That I was sent for nothing but a rope!
+God and the rope-maker bear me witness
+That I was sent for nothing but a rope!
PINCH
-Mistress, both man and master is possess'd;
-I know it by their pale and deadly looks:
-They must be bound and laid in some dark room.
+Mistress, both man and master is possess'd;
+I know it by their pale and deadly looks:
+They must be bound and laid in some dark room.
ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
-Say, wherefore didst thou lock me forth to-day?
-And why dost thou deny the bag of gold?
+Say, wherefore didst thou lock me forth to-day?
+And why dost thou deny the bag of gold?
ADRIANA
-I did not, gentle husband, lock thee forth.
+I did not, gentle husband, lock thee forth.
DROMIO OF EPHESUS
-And, gentle master, I received no gold;
-But I confess, sir, that we were lock'd out.
+And, gentle master, I received no gold;
+But I confess, sir, that we were lock'd out.
ADRIANA
-Dissembling villain, thou speak'st false in both.
+Dissembling villain, thou speak'st false in both.
ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
-Dissembling harlot, thou art false in all;
-And art confederate with a damned pack
-To make a loathsome abject scorn of me:
-But with these nails I'll pluck out these false eyes
-That would behold in me this shameful sport.
+Dissembling harlot, thou art false in all;
+And art confederate with a damned pack
+To make a loathsome abject scorn of me:
+But with these nails I'll pluck out these false eyes
+That would behold in me this shameful sport.

Enter three or four, and offer to bind him. He strives

ADRIANA
-O, bind him, bind him! let him not come near me.
+O, bind him, bind him! let him not come near me.
PINCH
-More company! The fiend is strong within him.
+More company! The fiend is strong within him.
LUCIANA
-Ay me, poor man, how pale and wan he looks!
+Ay me, poor man, how pale and wan he looks!
ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
-What, will you murder me? Thou gaoler, thou,
-I am thy prisoner: wilt thou suffer them
-To make a rescue?
+What, will you murder me? Thou gaoler, thou,
+I am thy prisoner: wilt thou suffer them
+To make a rescue?
Officer
- Masters, let him go
-He is my prisoner, and you shall not have him.
+ Masters, let him go
+He is my prisoner, and you shall not have him.
PINCH
-Go bind this man, for he is frantic too.
+Go bind this man, for he is frantic too.

They offer to bind Dromio of Ephesus

ADRIANA
-What wilt thou do, thou peevish officer?
-Hast thou delight to see a wretched man
-Do outrage and displeasure to himself?
+What wilt thou do, thou peevish officer?
+Hast thou delight to see a wretched man
+Do outrage and displeasure to himself?
Officer
-He is my prisoner: if I let him go,
-The debt he owes will be required of me.
+He is my prisoner: if I let him go,
+The debt he owes will be required of me.
ADRIANA
-I will discharge thee ere I go from thee:
-Bear me forthwith unto his creditor,
-And, knowing how the debt grows, I will pay it.
-Good master doctor, see him safe convey'd
-Home to my house. O most unhappy day!
+I will discharge thee ere I go from thee:
+Bear me forthwith unto his creditor,
+And, knowing how the debt grows, I will pay it.
+Good master doctor, see him safe convey'd
+Home to my house. O most unhappy day!
ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
-O most unhappy strumpet!
+O most unhappy strumpet!
DROMIO OF EPHESUS
-Master, I am here entered in bond for you.
+Master, I am here entered in bond for you.
ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
-Out on thee, villain! wherefore dost thou mad me?
+Out on thee, villain! wherefore dost thou mad me?
DROMIO OF EPHESUS
-Will you be bound for nothing? be mad, good master:
-cry 'The devil!'
+Will you be bound for nothing? be mad, good master:
+cry 'The devil!'
LUCIANA
-God help, poor souls, how idly do they talk!
+God help, poor souls, how idly do they talk!
ADRIANA
-Go bear him hence. Sister, go you with me.
+Go bear him hence. Sister, go you with me.

Exeunt all but Adriana, Luciana, Officer and Courtezan

-Say now, whose suit is he arrested at?
+Say now, whose suit is he arrested at?
Officer
-One Angelo, a goldsmith: do you know him?
+One Angelo, a goldsmith: do you know him?
ADRIANA
-I know the man. What is the sum he owes?
+I know the man. What is the sum he owes?
Officer
-Two hundred ducats.
+Two hundred ducats.
ADRIANA
-Say, how grows it due?
+Say, how grows it due?
Officer
-Due for a chain your husband had of him.
+Due for a chain your husband had of him.
ADRIANA
-He did bespeak a chain for me, but had it not.
+He did bespeak a chain for me, but had it not.
Courtezan
-When as your husband all in rage to-day
-Came to my house and took away my ring--
-The ring I saw upon his finger now--
-Straight after did I meet him with a chain.
+When as your husband all in rage to-day
+Came to my house and took away my ring--
+The ring I saw upon his finger now--
+Straight after did I meet him with a chain.
ADRIANA
-It may be so, but I did never see it.
-Come, gaoler, bring me where the goldsmith is:
-I long to know the truth hereof at large.
+It may be so, but I did never see it.
+Come, gaoler, bring me where the goldsmith is:
+I long to know the truth hereof at large.

Enter ANTIPHOLUS of Syracuse with his rapier drawn, and DROMIO of Syracuse

LUCIANA
-God, for thy mercy! they are loose again.
+God, for thy mercy! they are loose again.
ADRIANA
-And come with naked swords.
-Let's call more help to have them bound again.
+And come with naked swords.
+Let's call more help to have them bound again.
Officer
-Away! they'll kill us.
+Away! they'll kill us.

Exeunt all but Antipholus of Syracuse and Dromio of Syracuse

ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
-I see these witches are afraid of swords.
+I see these witches are afraid of swords.
DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
-She that would be your wife now ran from you.
+She that would be your wife now ran from you.
ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
-Come to the Centaur; fetch our stuff from thence:
-I long that we were safe and sound aboard.
+Come to the Centaur; fetch our stuff from thence:
+I long that we were safe and sound aboard.
DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
-Faith, stay here this night; they will surely do us
-no harm: you saw they speak us fair, give us gold:
-methinks they are such a gentle nation that, but for
-the mountain of mad flesh that claims marriage of
-me, I could find in my heart to stay here still and
-turn witch.
+Faith, stay here this night; they will surely do us
+no harm: you saw they speak us fair, give us gold:
+methinks they are such a gentle nation that, but for
+the mountain of mad flesh that claims marriage of
+me, I could find in my heart to stay here still and
+turn witch.
ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
-I will not stay to-night for all the town;
-Therefore away, to get our stuff aboard.
+I will not stay to-night for all the town;
+Therefore away, to get our stuff aboard.

Exeunt

ACT V

@@ -3386,969 +3386,969 @@

SCENE I. A street before a Priory.

ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
-I think I had; I never did deny it.
+I think I had; I never did deny it.
Second Merchant
-Yes, that you did, sir, and forswore it too.
+Yes, that you did, sir, and forswore it too.
ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
-Who heard me to deny it or forswear it?
+Who heard me to deny it or forswear it?
Second Merchant
-These ears of mine, thou know'st did hear thee.
-Fie on thee, wretch! 'tis pity that thou livest
-To walk where any honest man resort.
+These ears of mine, thou know'st did hear thee.
+Fie on thee, wretch! 'tis pity that thou livest
+To walk where any honest man resort.
ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
-Thou art a villain to impeach me thus:
-I'll prove mine honour and mine honesty
-Against thee presently, if thou darest stand.
+Thou art a villain to impeach me thus:
+I'll prove mine honour and mine honesty
+Against thee presently, if thou darest stand.
Second Merchant
-I dare, and do defy thee for a villain.
+I dare, and do defy thee for a villain.

They draw

Enter ADRIANA, LUCIANA, the Courtezan, and others

ADRIANA
-Hold, hurt him not, for God's sake! he is mad.
-Some get within him, take his sword away:
-Bind Dromio too, and bear them to my house.
+Hold, hurt him not, for God's sake! he is mad.
+Some get within him, take his sword away:
+Bind Dromio too, and bear them to my house.
DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
-Run, master, run; for God's sake, take a house!
-This is some priory. In, or we are spoil'd!
+Run, master, run; for God's sake, take a house!
+This is some priory. In, or we are spoil'd!

Exeunt Antipholus of Syracuse and Dromio of Syracuse to the Priory

Enter the Lady Abbess, AEMILIA

AEMELIA
-Be quiet, people. Wherefore throng you hither?
+Be quiet, people. Wherefore throng you hither?
ADRIANA
-To fetch my poor distracted husband hence.
-Let us come in, that we may bind him fast
-And bear him home for his recovery.
+To fetch my poor distracted husband hence.
+Let us come in, that we may bind him fast
+And bear him home for his recovery.
ANGELO
-I knew he was not in his perfect wits.
+I knew he was not in his perfect wits.
Second Merchant
-I am sorry now that I did draw on him.
+I am sorry now that I did draw on him.
AEMELIA
-How long hath this possession held the man?
+How long hath this possession held the man?
ADRIANA
-This week he hath been heavy, sour, sad,
-And much different from the man he was;
-But till this afternoon his passion
-Ne'er brake into extremity of rage.
+This week he hath been heavy, sour, sad,
+And much different from the man he was;
+But till this afternoon his passion
+Ne'er brake into extremity of rage.
AEMELIA
-Hath he not lost much wealth by wreck of sea?
-Buried some dear friend? Hath not else his eye
-Stray'd his affection in unlawful love?
-A sin prevailing much in youthful men,
-Who give their eyes the liberty of gazing.
-Which of these sorrows is he subject to?
+Hath he not lost much wealth by wreck of sea?
+Buried some dear friend? Hath not else his eye
+Stray'd his affection in unlawful love?
+A sin prevailing much in youthful men,
+Who give their eyes the liberty of gazing.
+Which of these sorrows is he subject to?
ADRIANA
-To none of these, except it be the last;
-Namely, some love that drew him oft from home.
+To none of these, except it be the last;
+Namely, some love that drew him oft from home.
AEMELIA
-You should for that have reprehended him.
+You should for that have reprehended him.
ADRIANA
-Why, so I did.
+Why, so I did.
AEMELIA
- Ay, but not rough enough.
+ Ay, but not rough enough.
ADRIANA
-As roughly as my modesty would let me.
+As roughly as my modesty would let me.
AEMELIA
-Haply, in private.
+Haply, in private.
ADRIANA
-And in assemblies too.
+And in assemblies too.
AEMELIA
-Ay, but not enough.
+Ay, but not enough.
ADRIANA
-It was the copy of our conference:
-In bed he slept not for my urging it;
-At board he fed not for my urging it;
-Alone, it was the subject of my theme;
-In company I often glanced it;
-Still did I tell him it was vile and bad.
+It was the copy of our conference:
+In bed he slept not for my urging it;
+At board he fed not for my urging it;
+Alone, it was the subject of my theme;
+In company I often glanced it;
+Still did I tell him it was vile and bad.
AEMELIA
-And thereof came it that the man was mad.
-The venom clamours of a jealous woman
-Poisons more deadly than a mad dog's tooth.
-It seems his sleeps were hinder'd by thy railing,
-And therefore comes it that his head is light.
-Thou say'st his meat was sauced with thy upbraidings:
-Unquiet meals make ill digestions;
-Thereof the raging fire of fever bred;
-And what's a fever but a fit of madness?
-Thou say'st his sports were hinderd by thy brawls:
-Sweet recreation barr'd, what doth ensue
-But moody and dull melancholy,
-Kinsman to grim and comfortless despair,
-And at her heels a huge infectious troop
-Of pale distemperatures and foes to life?
-In food, in sport and life-preserving rest
-To be disturb'd, would mad or man or beast:
-The consequence is then thy jealous fits
-Have scared thy husband from the use of wits.
+And thereof came it that the man was mad.
+The venom clamours of a jealous woman
+Poisons more deadly than a mad dog's tooth.
+It seems his sleeps were hinder'd by thy railing,
+And therefore comes it that his head is light.
+Thou say'st his meat was sauced with thy upbraidings:
+Unquiet meals make ill digestions;
+Thereof the raging fire of fever bred;
+And what's a fever but a fit of madness?
+Thou say'st his sports were hinderd by thy brawls:
+Sweet recreation barr'd, what doth ensue
+But moody and dull melancholy,
+Kinsman to grim and comfortless despair,
+And at her heels a huge infectious troop
+Of pale distemperatures and foes to life?
+In food, in sport and life-preserving rest
+To be disturb'd, would mad or man or beast:
+The consequence is then thy jealous fits
+Have scared thy husband from the use of wits.
LUCIANA
-She never reprehended him but mildly,
-When he demean'd himself rough, rude and wildly.
-Why bear you these rebukes and answer not?
+She never reprehended him but mildly,
+When he demean'd himself rough, rude and wildly.
+Why bear you these rebukes and answer not?
ADRIANA
-She did betray me to my own reproof.
-Good people enter and lay hold on him.
+She did betray me to my own reproof.
+Good people enter and lay hold on him.
AEMELIA
-No, not a creature enters in my house.
+No, not a creature enters in my house.
ADRIANA
-Then let your servants bring my husband forth.
+Then let your servants bring my husband forth.
AEMELIA
-Neither: he took this place for sanctuary,
-And it shall privilege him from your hands
-Till I have brought him to his wits again,
-Or lose my labour in assaying it.
+Neither: he took this place for sanctuary,
+And it shall privilege him from your hands
+Till I have brought him to his wits again,
+Or lose my labour in assaying it.
ADRIANA
-I will attend my husband, be his nurse,
-Diet his sickness, for it is my office,
-And will have no attorney but myself;
-And therefore let me have him home with me.
+I will attend my husband, be his nurse,
+Diet his sickness, for it is my office,
+And will have no attorney but myself;
+And therefore let me have him home with me.
AEMELIA
-Be patient; for I will not let him stir
-Till I have used the approved means I have,
-With wholesome syrups, drugs and holy prayers,
-To make of him a formal man again:
-It is a branch and parcel of mine oath,
-A charitable duty of my order.
-Therefore depart and leave him here with me.
+Be patient; for I will not let him stir
+Till I have used the approved means I have,
+With wholesome syrups, drugs and holy prayers,
+To make of him a formal man again:
+It is a branch and parcel of mine oath,
+A charitable duty of my order.
+Therefore depart and leave him here with me.
ADRIANA
-I will not hence and leave my husband here:
-And ill it doth beseem your holiness
-To separate the husband and the wife.
+I will not hence and leave my husband here:
+And ill it doth beseem your holiness
+To separate the husband and the wife.
AEMELIA
-Be quiet and depart: thou shalt not have him.
+Be quiet and depart: thou shalt not have him.

Exit

LUCIANA
-Complain unto the duke of this indignity.
+Complain unto the duke of this indignity.
ADRIANA
-Come, go: I will fall prostrate at his feet
-And never rise until my tears and prayers
-Have won his grace to come in person hither
-And take perforce my husband from the abbess.
+Come, go: I will fall prostrate at his feet
+And never rise until my tears and prayers
+Have won his grace to come in person hither
+And take perforce my husband from the abbess.
Second Merchant
-By this, I think, the dial points at five:
-Anon, I'm sure, the duke himself in person
-Comes this way to the melancholy vale,
-The place of death and sorry execution,
-Behind the ditches of the abbey here.
+By this, I think, the dial points at five:
+Anon, I'm sure, the duke himself in person
+Comes this way to the melancholy vale,
+The place of death and sorry execution,
+Behind the ditches of the abbey here.
ANGELO
-Upon what cause?
+Upon what cause?
Second Merchant
-To see a reverend Syracusian merchant,
-Who put unluckily into this bay
-Against the laws and statutes of this town,
-Beheaded publicly for his offence.
+To see a reverend Syracusian merchant,
+Who put unluckily into this bay
+Against the laws and statutes of this town,
+Beheaded publicly for his offence.
ANGELO
-See where they come: we will behold his death.
+See where they come: we will behold his death.
LUCIANA
-Kneel to the duke before he pass the abbey.
+Kneel to the duke before he pass the abbey.

Enter DUKE SOLINUS, attended; AEGEON bareheaded; with the Headsman and other Officers

DUKE SOLINUS
-Yet once again proclaim it publicly,
-If any friend will pay the sum for him,
-He shall not die; so much we tender him.
+Yet once again proclaim it publicly,
+If any friend will pay the sum for him,
+He shall not die; so much we tender him.
ADRIANA
-Justice, most sacred duke, against the abbess!
+Justice, most sacred duke, against the abbess!
DUKE SOLINUS
-She is a virtuous and a reverend lady:
-It cannot be that she hath done thee wrong.
+She is a virtuous and a reverend lady:
+It cannot be that she hath done thee wrong.
ADRIANA
-May it please your grace, Antipholus, my husband,
-Whom I made lord of me and all I had,
-At your important letters,--this ill day
-A most outrageous fit of madness took him;
-That desperately he hurried through the street,
-With him his bondman, all as mad as he--
-Doing displeasure to the citizens
-By rushing in their houses, bearing thence
-Rings, jewels, any thing his rage did like.
-Once did I get him bound and sent him home,
-Whilst to take order for the wrongs I went,
-That here and there his fury had committed.
-Anon, I wot not by what strong escape,
-He broke from those that had the guard of him;
-And with his mad attendant and himself,
-Each one with ireful passion, with drawn swords,
-Met us again and madly bent on us,
-Chased us away; till, raising of more aid,
-We came again to bind them. Then they fled
-Into this abbey, whither we pursued them:
-And here the abbess shuts the gates on us
-And will not suffer us to fetch him out,
-Nor send him forth that we may bear him hence.
-Therefore, most gracious duke, with thy command
-Let him be brought forth and borne hence for help.
+May it please your grace, Antipholus, my husband,
+Whom I made lord of me and all I had,
+At your important letters,--this ill day
+A most outrageous fit of madness took him;
+That desperately he hurried through the street,
+With him his bondman, all as mad as he--
+Doing displeasure to the citizens
+By rushing in their houses, bearing thence
+Rings, jewels, any thing his rage did like.
+Once did I get him bound and sent him home,
+Whilst to take order for the wrongs I went,
+That here and there his fury had committed.
+Anon, I wot not by what strong escape,
+He broke from those that had the guard of him;
+And with his mad attendant and himself,
+Each one with ireful passion, with drawn swords,
+Met us again and madly bent on us,
+Chased us away; till, raising of more aid,
+We came again to bind them. Then they fled
+Into this abbey, whither we pursued them:
+And here the abbess shuts the gates on us
+And will not suffer us to fetch him out,
+Nor send him forth that we may bear him hence.
+Therefore, most gracious duke, with thy command
+Let him be brought forth and borne hence for help.
DUKE SOLINUS
-Long since thy husband served me in my wars,
-And I to thee engaged a prince's word,
-When thou didst make him master of thy bed,
-To do him all the grace and good I could.
-Go, some of you, knock at the abbey-gate
-And bid the lady abbess come to me.
-I will determine this before I stir.
+Long since thy husband served me in my wars,
+And I to thee engaged a prince's word,
+When thou didst make him master of thy bed,
+To do him all the grace and good I could.
+Go, some of you, knock at the abbey-gate
+And bid the lady abbess come to me.
+I will determine this before I stir.

Enter a Servant

Servant
-O mistress, mistress, shift and save yourself!
-My master and his man are both broke loose,
-Beaten the maids a-row and bound the doctor
-Whose beard they have singed off with brands of fire;
-And ever, as it blazed, they threw on him
-Great pails of puddled mire to quench the hair:
-My master preaches patience to him and the while
-His man with scissors nicks him like a fool,
-And sure, unless you send some present help,
-Between them they will kill the conjurer.
+O mistress, mistress, shift and save yourself!
+My master and his man are both broke loose,
+Beaten the maids a-row and bound the doctor
+Whose beard they have singed off with brands of fire;
+And ever, as it blazed, they threw on him
+Great pails of puddled mire to quench the hair:
+My master preaches patience to him and the while
+His man with scissors nicks him like a fool,
+And sure, unless you send some present help,
+Between them they will kill the conjurer.
ADRIANA
-Peace, fool! thy master and his man are here,
-And that is false thou dost report to us.
+Peace, fool! thy master and his man are here,
+And that is false thou dost report to us.
Servant
-Mistress, upon my life, I tell you true;
-I have not breathed almost since I did see it.
-He cries for you, and vows, if he can take you,
-To scorch your face and to disfigure you.
+Mistress, upon my life, I tell you true;
+I have not breathed almost since I did see it.
+He cries for you, and vows, if he can take you,
+To scorch your face and to disfigure you.

Cry within

-Hark, hark! I hear him, mistress. fly, be gone!
+Hark, hark! I hear him, mistress. fly, be gone!
DUKE SOLINUS
-Come, stand by me; fear nothing. Guard with halberds!
+Come, stand by me; fear nothing. Guard with halberds!
ADRIANA
-Ay me, it is my husband! Witness you,
-That he is borne about invisible:
-Even now we housed him in the abbey here;
-And now he's there, past thought of human reason.
+Ay me, it is my husband! Witness you,
+That he is borne about invisible:
+Even now we housed him in the abbey here;
+And now he's there, past thought of human reason.

Enter ANTIPHOLUS of Ephesus and DROMIO of Ephesus

ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
-Justice, most gracious duke, O, grant me justice!
-Even for the service that long since I did thee,
-When I bestrid thee in the wars and took
-Deep scars to save thy life; even for the blood
-That then I lost for thee, now grant me justice.
+Justice, most gracious duke, O, grant me justice!
+Even for the service that long since I did thee,
+When I bestrid thee in the wars and took
+Deep scars to save thy life; even for the blood
+That then I lost for thee, now grant me justice.
AEGEON
-Unless the fear of death doth make me dote,
-I see my son Antipholus and Dromio.
+Unless the fear of death doth make me dote,
+I see my son Antipholus and Dromio.
ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
-Justice, sweet prince, against that woman there!
-She whom thou gavest to me to be my wife,
-That hath abused and dishonour'd me
-Even in the strength and height of injury!
-Beyond imagination is the wrong
-That she this day hath shameless thrown on me.
+Justice, sweet prince, against that woman there!
+She whom thou gavest to me to be my wife,
+That hath abused and dishonour'd me
+Even in the strength and height of injury!
+Beyond imagination is the wrong
+That she this day hath shameless thrown on me.
DUKE SOLINUS
-Discover how, and thou shalt find me just.
+Discover how, and thou shalt find me just.
ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
-This day, great duke, she shut the doors upon me,
-While she with harlots feasted in my house.
+This day, great duke, she shut the doors upon me,
+While she with harlots feasted in my house.
DUKE SOLINUS
-A grievous fault! Say, woman, didst thou so?
+A grievous fault! Say, woman, didst thou so?
ADRIANA
-No, my good lord: myself, he and my sister
-To-day did dine together. So befall my soul
-As this is false he burdens me withal!
+No, my good lord: myself, he and my sister
+To-day did dine together. So befall my soul
+As this is false he burdens me withal!
LUCIANA
-Ne'er may I look on day, nor sleep on night,
-But she tells to your highness simple truth!
+Ne'er may I look on day, nor sleep on night,
+But she tells to your highness simple truth!
ANGELO
-O perjured woman! They are both forsworn:
-In this the madman justly chargeth them.
+O perjured woman! They are both forsworn:
+In this the madman justly chargeth them.
ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
-My liege, I am advised what I say,
-Neither disturbed with the effect of wine,
-Nor heady-rash, provoked with raging ire,
-Albeit my wrongs might make one wiser mad.
-This woman lock'd me out this day from dinner:
-That goldsmith there, were he not pack'd with her,
-Could witness it, for he was with me then;
-Who parted with me to go fetch a chain,
-Promising to bring it to the Porpentine,
-Where Balthazar and I did dine together.
-Our dinner done, and he not coming thither,
-I went to seek him: in the street I met him
-And in his company that gentleman.
-There did this perjured goldsmith swear me down
-That I this day of him received the chain,
-Which, God he knows, I saw not: for the which
-He did arrest me with an officer.
-I did obey, and sent my peasant home
-For certain ducats: he with none return'd
-Then fairly I bespoke the officer
-To go in person with me to my house.
-By the way we met
-My wife, her sister, and a rabble more
-Of vile confederates. Along with them
-They brought one Pinch, a hungry lean-faced villain,
-A mere anatomy, a mountebank,
-A threadbare juggler and a fortune-teller,
-A needy, hollow-eyed, sharp-looking wretch,
-A dead-looking man: this pernicious slave,
-Forsooth, took on him as a conjurer,
-And, gazing in mine eyes, feeling my pulse,
-And with no face, as 'twere, outfacing me,
-Cries out, I was possess'd. Then all together
-They fell upon me, bound me, bore me thence
-And in a dark and dankish vault at home
-There left me and my man, both bound together;
-Till, gnawing with my teeth my bonds in sunder,
-I gain'd my freedom, and immediately
-Ran hither to your grace; whom I beseech
-To give me ample satisfaction
-For these deep shames and great indignities.
+My liege, I am advised what I say,
+Neither disturbed with the effect of wine,
+Nor heady-rash, provoked with raging ire,
+Albeit my wrongs might make one wiser mad.
+This woman lock'd me out this day from dinner:
+That goldsmith there, were he not pack'd with her,
+Could witness it, for he was with me then;
+Who parted with me to go fetch a chain,
+Promising to bring it to the Porpentine,
+Where Balthazar and I did dine together.
+Our dinner done, and he not coming thither,
+I went to seek him: in the street I met him
+And in his company that gentleman.
+There did this perjured goldsmith swear me down
+That I this day of him received the chain,
+Which, God he knows, I saw not: for the which
+He did arrest me with an officer.
+I did obey, and sent my peasant home
+For certain ducats: he with none return'd
+Then fairly I bespoke the officer
+To go in person with me to my house.
+By the way we met
+My wife, her sister, and a rabble more
+Of vile confederates. Along with them
+They brought one Pinch, a hungry lean-faced villain,
+A mere anatomy, a mountebank,
+A threadbare juggler and a fortune-teller,
+A needy, hollow-eyed, sharp-looking wretch,
+A dead-looking man: this pernicious slave,
+Forsooth, took on him as a conjurer,
+And, gazing in mine eyes, feeling my pulse,
+And with no face, as 'twere, outfacing me,
+Cries out, I was possess'd. Then all together
+They fell upon me, bound me, bore me thence
+And in a dark and dankish vault at home
+There left me and my man, both bound together;
+Till, gnawing with my teeth my bonds in sunder,
+I gain'd my freedom, and immediately
+Ran hither to your grace; whom I beseech
+To give me ample satisfaction
+For these deep shames and great indignities.
ANGELO
-My lord, in truth, thus far I witness with him,
-That he dined not at home, but was lock'd out.
+My lord, in truth, thus far I witness with him,
+That he dined not at home, but was lock'd out.
DUKE SOLINUS
-But had he such a chain of thee or no?
+But had he such a chain of thee or no?
ANGELO
-He had, my lord: and when he ran in here,
-These people saw the chain about his neck.
+He had, my lord: and when he ran in here,
+These people saw the chain about his neck.
Second Merchant
-Besides, I will be sworn these ears of mine
-Heard you confess you had the chain of him
-After you first forswore it on the mart:
-And thereupon I drew my sword on you;
-And then you fled into this abbey here,
-From whence, I think, you are come by miracle.
+Besides, I will be sworn these ears of mine
+Heard you confess you had the chain of him
+After you first forswore it on the mart:
+And thereupon I drew my sword on you;
+And then you fled into this abbey here,
+From whence, I think, you are come by miracle.
ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
-I never came within these abbey-walls,
-Nor ever didst thou draw thy sword on me:
-I never saw the chain, so help me Heaven!
-And this is false you burden me withal.
+I never came within these abbey-walls,
+Nor ever didst thou draw thy sword on me:
+I never saw the chain, so help me Heaven!
+And this is false you burden me withal.
DUKE SOLINUS
-Why, what an intricate impeach is this!
-I think you all have drunk of Circe's cup.
-If here you housed him, here he would have been;
-If he were mad, he would not plead so coldly:
-You say he dined at home; the goldsmith here
-Denies that saying. Sirrah, what say you?
+Why, what an intricate impeach is this!
+I think you all have drunk of Circe's cup.
+If here you housed him, here he would have been;
+If he were mad, he would not plead so coldly:
+You say he dined at home; the goldsmith here
+Denies that saying. Sirrah, what say you?
DROMIO OF EPHESUS
-Sir, he dined with her there, at the Porpentine.
+Sir, he dined with her there, at the Porpentine.
Courtezan
-He did, and from my finger snatch'd that ring.
+He did, and from my finger snatch'd that ring.
ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
-'Tis true, my liege; this ring I had of her.
+'Tis true, my liege; this ring I had of her.
DUKE SOLINUS
-Saw'st thou him enter at the abbey here?
+Saw'st thou him enter at the abbey here?
Courtezan
-As sure, my liege, as I do see your grace.
+As sure, my liege, as I do see your grace.
DUKE SOLINUS
-Why, this is strange. Go call the abbess hither.
-I think you are all mated or stark mad.
+Why, this is strange. Go call the abbess hither.
+I think you are all mated or stark mad.

Exit one to Abbess

AEGEON
-Most mighty duke, vouchsafe me speak a word:
-Haply I see a friend will save my life
-And pay the sum that may deliver me.
+Most mighty duke, vouchsafe me speak a word:
+Haply I see a friend will save my life
+And pay the sum that may deliver me.
DUKE SOLINUS
-Speak freely, Syracusian, what thou wilt.
+Speak freely, Syracusian, what thou wilt.
AEGEON
-Is not your name, sir, call'd Antipholus?
-And is not that your bondman, Dromio?
+Is not your name, sir, call'd Antipholus?
+And is not that your bondman, Dromio?
DROMIO OF EPHESUS
-Within this hour I was his bondman sir,
-But he, I thank him, gnaw'd in two my cords:
-Now am I Dromio and his man unbound.
+Within this hour I was his bondman sir,
+But he, I thank him, gnaw'd in two my cords:
+Now am I Dromio and his man unbound.
AEGEON
-I am sure you both of you remember me.
+I am sure you both of you remember me.
DROMIO OF EPHESUS
-Ourselves we do remember, sir, by you;
-For lately we were bound, as you are now
-You are not Pinch's patient, are you, sir?
+Ourselves we do remember, sir, by you;
+For lately we were bound, as you are now
+You are not Pinch's patient, are you, sir?
AEGEON
-Why look you strange on me? you know me well.
+Why look you strange on me? you know me well.
ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
-I never saw you in my life till now.
+I never saw you in my life till now.
AEGEON
-O, grief hath changed me since you saw me last,
-And careful hours with time's deformed hand
-Have written strange defeatures in my face:
-But tell me yet, dost thou not know my voice?
+O, grief hath changed me since you saw me last,
+And careful hours with time's deformed hand
+Have written strange defeatures in my face:
+But tell me yet, dost thou not know my voice?
ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
-Neither.
+Neither.
AEGEON
-Dromio, nor thou?
+Dromio, nor thou?
DROMIO OF EPHESUS
- No, trust me, sir, nor I.
+ No, trust me, sir, nor I.
AEGEON
-I am sure thou dost.
+I am sure thou dost.
DROMIO OF EPHESUS
-Ay, sir, but I am sure I do not; and whatsoever a
-man denies, you are now bound to believe him.
+Ay, sir, but I am sure I do not; and whatsoever a
+man denies, you are now bound to believe him.
AEGEON
-Not know my voice! O time's extremity,
-Hast thou so crack'd and splitted my poor tongue
-In seven short years, that here my only son
-Knows not my feeble key of untuned cares?
-Though now this grained face of mine be hid
-In sap-consuming winter's drizzled snow,
-And all the conduits of my blood froze up,
-Yet hath my night of life some memory,
-My wasting lamps some fading glimmer left,
-My dull deaf ears a little use to hear:
-All these old witnesses--I cannot err--
-Tell me thou art my son Antipholus.
+Not know my voice! O time's extremity,
+Hast thou so crack'd and splitted my poor tongue
+In seven short years, that here my only son
+Knows not my feeble key of untuned cares?
+Though now this grained face of mine be hid
+In sap-consuming winter's drizzled snow,
+And all the conduits of my blood froze up,
+Yet hath my night of life some memory,
+My wasting lamps some fading glimmer left,
+My dull deaf ears a little use to hear:
+All these old witnesses--I cannot err--
+Tell me thou art my son Antipholus.
ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
-I never saw my father in my life.
+I never saw my father in my life.
AEGEON
-But seven years since, in Syracusa, boy,
-Thou know'st we parted: but perhaps, my son,
-Thou shamest to acknowledge me in misery.
+But seven years since, in Syracusa, boy,
+Thou know'st we parted: but perhaps, my son,
+Thou shamest to acknowledge me in misery.
ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
-The duke and all that know me in the city
-Can witness with me that it is not so
-I ne'er saw Syracusa in my life.
+The duke and all that know me in the city
+Can witness with me that it is not so
+I ne'er saw Syracusa in my life.
DUKE SOLINUS
-I tell thee, Syracusian, twenty years
-Have I been patron to Antipholus,
-During which time he ne'er saw Syracusa:
-I see thy age and dangers make thee dote.
+I tell thee, Syracusian, twenty years
+Have I been patron to Antipholus,
+During which time he ne'er saw Syracusa:
+I see thy age and dangers make thee dote.

Re-enter AEMILIA, with ANTIPHOLUS of Syracuse and DROMIO of Syracuse

AEMELIA
-Most mighty duke, behold a man much wrong'd.
+Most mighty duke, behold a man much wrong'd.

All gather to see them

ADRIANA
-I see two husbands, or mine eyes deceive me.
+I see two husbands, or mine eyes deceive me.
DUKE SOLINUS
-One of these men is Genius to the other;
-And so of these. Which is the natural man,
-And which the spirit? who deciphers them?
+One of these men is Genius to the other;
+And so of these. Which is the natural man,
+And which the spirit? who deciphers them?
DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
-I, sir, am Dromio; command him away.
+I, sir, am Dromio; command him away.
DROMIO OF EPHESUS
-I, sir, am Dromio; pray, let me stay.
+I, sir, am Dromio; pray, let me stay.
ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
-AEgeon art thou not? or else his ghost?
+AEgeon art thou not? or else his ghost?
DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
-O, my old master! who hath bound him here?
+O, my old master! who hath bound him here?
AEMELIA
-Whoever bound him, I will loose his bonds
-And gain a husband by his liberty.
-Speak, old AEgeon, if thou be'st the man
-That hadst a wife once call'd AEmilia
-That bore thee at a burden two fair sons:
-O, if thou be'st the same AEgeon, speak,
-And speak unto the same AEmilia!
+Whoever bound him, I will loose his bonds
+And gain a husband by his liberty.
+Speak, old AEgeon, if thou be'st the man
+That hadst a wife once call'd AEmilia
+That bore thee at a burden two fair sons:
+O, if thou be'st the same AEgeon, speak,
+And speak unto the same AEmilia!
AEGEON
-If I dream not, thou art AEmilia:
-If thou art she, tell me where is that son
-That floated with thee on the fatal raft?
+If I dream not, thou art AEmilia:
+If thou art she, tell me where is that son
+That floated with thee on the fatal raft?
AEMELIA
-By men of Epidamnum he and I
-And the twin Dromio all were taken up;
-But by and by rude fishermen of Corinth
-By force took Dromio and my son from them
-And me they left with those of Epidamnum.
-What then became of them I cannot tell
-I to this fortune that you see me in.
+By men of Epidamnum he and I
+And the twin Dromio all were taken up;
+But by and by rude fishermen of Corinth
+By force took Dromio and my son from them
+And me they left with those of Epidamnum.
+What then became of them I cannot tell
+I to this fortune that you see me in.
DUKE SOLINUS
-Why, here begins his morning story right;
-These two Antipholuses, these two so like,
-And these two Dromios, one in semblance,--
-Besides her urging of her wreck at sea,--
-These are the parents to these children,
-Which accidentally are met together.
-Antipholus, thou camest from Corinth first?
+Why, here begins his morning story right;
+These two Antipholuses, these two so like,
+And these two Dromios, one in semblance,--
+Besides her urging of her wreck at sea,--
+These are the parents to these children,
+Which accidentally are met together.
+Antipholus, thou camest from Corinth first?
ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
-No, sir, not I; I came from Syracuse.
+No, sir, not I; I came from Syracuse.
DUKE SOLINUS
-Stay, stand apart; I know not which is which.
+Stay, stand apart; I know not which is which.
ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
-I came from Corinth, my most gracious lord,--
+I came from Corinth, my most gracious lord,--
DROMIO OF EPHESUS
-And I with him.
+And I with him.
ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
-Brought to this town by that most famous warrior,
-Duke Menaphon, your most renowned uncle.
+Brought to this town by that most famous warrior,
+Duke Menaphon, your most renowned uncle.
ADRIANA
-Which of you two did dine with me to-day?
+Which of you two did dine with me to-day?
ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
-I, gentle mistress.
+I, gentle mistress.
ADRIANA
-And are not you my husband?
+And are not you my husband?
ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
-No; I say nay to that.
+No; I say nay to that.
ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
-And so do I; yet did she call me so:
-And this fair gentlewoman, her sister here,
-Did call me brother.
+And so do I; yet did she call me so:
+And this fair gentlewoman, her sister here,
+Did call me brother.

To Luciana

-What I told you then,
-I hope I shall have leisure to make good;
-If this be not a dream I see and hear.
+What I told you then,
+I hope I shall have leisure to make good;
+If this be not a dream I see and hear.
ANGELO
-That is the chain, sir, which you had of me.
+That is the chain, sir, which you had of me.
ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
-I think it be, sir; I deny it not.
+I think it be, sir; I deny it not.
ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
-And you, sir, for this chain arrested me.
+And you, sir, for this chain arrested me.
ANGELO
-I think I did, sir; I deny it not.
+I think I did, sir; I deny it not.
ADRIANA
-I sent you money, sir, to be your bail,
-By Dromio; but I think he brought it not.
+I sent you money, sir, to be your bail,
+By Dromio; but I think he brought it not.
DROMIO OF EPHESUS
-No, none by me.
+No, none by me.
ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
-This purse of ducats I received from you,
-And Dromio, my man, did bring them me.
-I see we still did meet each other's man,
-And I was ta'en for him, and he for me,
-And thereupon these errors are arose.
+This purse of ducats I received from you,
+And Dromio, my man, did bring them me.
+I see we still did meet each other's man,
+And I was ta'en for him, and he for me,
+And thereupon these errors are arose.
ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
-These ducats pawn I for my father here.
+These ducats pawn I for my father here.
DUKE SOLINUS
-It shall not need; thy father hath his life.
+It shall not need; thy father hath his life.
Courtezan
-Sir, I must have that diamond from you.
+Sir, I must have that diamond from you.
ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
-There, take it; and much thanks for my good cheer.
+There, take it; and much thanks for my good cheer.
AEMELIA
-Renowned duke, vouchsafe to take the pains
-To go with us into the abbey here
-And hear at large discoursed all our fortunes:
-And all that are assembled in this place,
-That by this sympathized one day's error
-Have suffer'd wrong, go keep us company,
-And we shall make full satisfaction.
-Thirty-three years have I but gone in travail
-Of you, my sons; and till this present hour
-My heavy burden ne'er delivered.
-The duke, my husband and my children both,
-And you the calendars of their nativity,
-Go to a gossips' feast and go with me;
-After so long grief, such festivity!
+Renowned duke, vouchsafe to take the pains
+To go with us into the abbey here
+And hear at large discoursed all our fortunes:
+And all that are assembled in this place,
+That by this sympathized one day's error
+Have suffer'd wrong, go keep us company,
+And we shall make full satisfaction.
+Thirty-three years have I but gone in travail
+Of you, my sons; and till this present hour
+My heavy burden ne'er delivered.
+The duke, my husband and my children both,
+And you the calendars of their nativity,
+Go to a gossips' feast and go with me;
+After so long grief, such festivity!
DUKE SOLINUS
-With all my heart, I'll gossip at this feast.
+With all my heart, I'll gossip at this feast.

Exeunt all but Antipholus of Syracuse, Antipholus of Ephesus, Dromio of Syracuse and Dromio of Ephesus

DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
-Master, shall I fetch your stuff from shipboard?
+Master, shall I fetch your stuff from shipboard?
ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
-Dromio, what stuff of mine hast thou embark'd?
+Dromio, what stuff of mine hast thou embark'd?
DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
-Your goods that lay at host, sir, in the Centaur.
+Your goods that lay at host, sir, in the Centaur.
ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
-He speaks to me. I am your master, Dromio:
-Come, go with us; we'll look to that anon:
-Embrace thy brother there; rejoice with him.
+He speaks to me. I am your master, Dromio:
+Come, go with us; we'll look to that anon:
+Embrace thy brother there; rejoice with him.

Exeunt Antipholus of Syracuse and Antipholus of Ephesus

DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
-There is a fat friend at your master's house,
-That kitchen'd me for you to-day at dinner:
-She now shall be my sister, not my wife.
+There is a fat friend at your master's house,
+That kitchen'd me for you to-day at dinner:
+She now shall be my sister, not my wife.
DROMIO OF EPHESUS
-Methinks you are my glass, and not my brother:
-I see by you I am a sweet-faced youth.
-Will you walk in to see their gossiping?
+Methinks you are my glass, and not my brother:
+I see by you I am a sweet-faced youth.
+Will you walk in to see their gossiping?
DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
-Not I, sir; you are my elder.
+Not I, sir; you are my elder.
DROMIO OF EPHESUS
-That's a question: how shall we try it?
+That's a question: how shall we try it?
DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
-We'll draw cuts for the senior: till then lead thou first.
+We'll draw cuts for the senior: till then lead thou first.
DROMIO OF EPHESUS
-Nay, then, thus:
-We came into the world like brother and brother;
-And now let's go hand in hand, not one before another.
+Nay, then, thus:
+We came into the world like brother and brother;
+And now let's go hand in hand, not one before another.

Exeunt

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SCENE I. Before an alehouse on a heath.

SLY
-No, not a denier. Go by, Jeronimy: go to thy cold
+No, not a denier. Go by, Saint Jeronimy: go to thy cold
bed, and warm thee.
@@ -291,8 +291,8 @@

SCENE I. Before an alehouse on a heath.

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Induction

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SCENE I. Before an alehouse on a heath.

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SCENE I. Padua. A public place.

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SCENE II. Padua. Before HORTENSIO'S house.

Exeunt

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You can buy the Arden text of this play from the Amazon.com online bookstore: The Taming of the Shrew: Second Series - Paperback (The Arden Shakespeare)

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SCENE II. A bedchamber in the Lord's house.

Flourish

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SCENE I. Padua. A room in BAPTISTA'S house.

Exit

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SCENE I. Padua. BAPTISTA'S house.

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SCENE II. Padua. Before BAPTISTA'S house.

Exeunt

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SCENE I. PETRUCHIO'S country house.

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SCENE II. Padua. Before BAPTISTA'S house.

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SCENE III. A room in PETRUCHIO'S house.

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SCENE IV. Padua. Before BAPTISTA'S house.

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SCENE V. A public road.

Exit

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SCENE I. Padua. Before LUCENTIO'S house.

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SCENE II. Padua. LUCENTIO'S house.

'Tis a wonder, by your leave, she will be tamed so.

Exeunt

+
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+ From 4c5aab08f994a63eb48cc7ed030ba2c1a3d00834 Mon Sep 17 00:00:00 2001 From: Douglas Smith Date: Tue, 11 Feb 2020 11:34:33 -0800 Subject: [PATCH 032/108] removing Induction header so it matches standard set by other scene pages. --- taming_shrew/taming_shrew.0.1.html | 2 -- 1 file changed, 2 deletions(-) diff --git a/taming_shrew/taming_shrew.0.1.html b/taming_shrew/taming_shrew.0.1.html index 3511480..36d8d8e 100644 --- a/taming_shrew/taming_shrew.0.1.html +++ b/taming_shrew/taming_shrew.0.1.html @@ -20,8 +20,6 @@ Next scene
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SCENE I. Before an alehouse on a heath.

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SCENE I. Before an alehouse on a heath.

SLY
-No, not a denier. Go by, Jeronimy: go to thy cold
+No, not a denier. Go by, Saint Jeronimy: go to thy cold
bed, and warm thee.
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SCENE I. PETRUCHIO'S country house.

Where be these knaves? What, no man at door
To hold my stirrup nor to take my horse!
Where is Nathaniel, Gregory, Philip?
-ALL SERVING-MEN Here, here, sir; here, sir.
-PETRUCHIO +ALL SERVING-MEN +
+Here, here, sir; here, sir.
+
+ +PETRUCHIO
Here, sir! here, sir! here, sir! here, sir!
You logger-headed and unpolish'd grooms!
@@ -340,19 +344,19 @@

SCENE I. PETRUCHIO'S country house.

Where is the foolish knave I sent before?
-GRUMIO +GRUMIO
Here, sir; as foolish as I was before.
-PETRUCHIO +PETRUCHIO
You peasant swain! you whoreson malt-horse drudge!
Did I not bid thee meet me in the park,
And bring along these rascal knaves with thee?
-GRUMIO +GRUMIO
Nathaniel's coat, sir, was not fully made,
And Gabriel's pumps were all unpink'd i' the heel;
@@ -363,7 +367,7 @@

SCENE I. PETRUCHIO'S country house.

Yet, as they are, here are they come to meet you.
-PETRUCHIO +PETRUCHIO
Go, rascals, go, and fetch my supper in.

Exeunt Servants

@@ -391,12 +395,12 @@

SCENE I. PETRUCHIO'S country house.

Strikes him

-KATHARINA +KATHARINA
Patience, I pray you; 'twas a fault unwilling.
-PETRUCHIO +PETRUCHIO
A whoreson beetle-headed, flap-ear'd knave!
Come, Kate, sit down; I know you have a stomach.
@@ -404,22 +408,22 @@

SCENE I. PETRUCHIO'S country house.

What's this? mutton?
-First Servant +First Servant
Ay.
-PETRUCHIO +PETRUCHIO
Who brought it?
-PETER +PETER
I.
-PETRUCHIO +PETRUCHIO
'Tis burnt; and so is all the meat.
What dogs are these! Where is the rascal cook?
@@ -431,13 +435,13 @@

SCENE I. PETRUCHIO'S country house.

What, do you grumble? I'll be with you straight.
-KATHARINA +KATHARINA
I pray you, husband, be not so disquiet:
The meat was well, if you were so contented.
-PETRUCHIO +PETRUCHIO
I tell thee, Kate, 'twas burnt and dried away;
And I expressly am forbid to touch it,
@@ -452,23 +456,23 @@

SCENE I. PETRUCHIO'S country house.

Re-enter Servants severally

-NATHANIEL +NATHANIEL
Peter, didst ever see the like?
-PETER +PETER
He kills her in her own humour.

Re-enter CURTIS

-GRUMIO +GRUMIO
Where is he?
-CURTIS +CURTIS
In her chamber, making a sermon of continency to her;
And rails, and swears, and rates, that she, poor soul,
@@ -479,7 +483,7 @@

SCENE I. PETRUCHIO'S country house.

Re-enter PETRUCHIO

-PETRUCHIO +PETRUCHIO
Thus have I politicly begun my reign,
And 'tis my hope to end successfully.
@@ -507,6 +511,7 @@

SCENE I. PETRUCHIO'S country house.

Now let him speak: 'tis charity to show.

Exit

+
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SCENE II. Padua. Before BAPTISTA'S house.

TRANIO
I' faith, he'll have a lusty widow now,
-That shall be wood and wedded in a day.
+That shall be woo'd and wedded in a day.
BIANCA From a7e899385664ea0a463eee3ec695782e7891201e Mon Sep 17 00:00:00 2001 From: Douglas Smith Date: Wed, 12 Feb 2020 21:08:13 -0800 Subject: [PATCH 036/108] adding ending table with links. --- taming_shrew/taming_shrew.5.2.html | 13 +++++++++++++ 1 file changed, 13 insertions(+) diff --git a/taming_shrew/taming_shrew.5.2.html b/taming_shrew/taming_shrew.5.2.html index d140e60..2d10948 100644 --- a/taming_shrew/taming_shrew.5.2.html +++ b/taming_shrew/taming_shrew.5.2.html @@ -610,4 +610,17 @@

SCENE II. Padua. LUCENTIO'S house.

'Tis a wonder, by your leave, she will be tamed so.

Exeunt

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SCENE I. PETRUCHIO'S country house.

Where be these knaves? What, no man at door
To hold my stirrup nor to take my horse!
Where is Nathaniel, Gregory, Philip?
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SCENE II. Padua. Before BAPTISTA'S house.

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I' faith, he'll have a lusty widow now,
-That shall be wood and wedded in a day.
+That shall be woo'd and wedded in a day.
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SCENE I. PETRUCHIO'S country house.

Where is Nathaniel, Gregory, Philip?
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Here, here, sir; here, sir.
-PETRUCHIO +PETRUCHIO
Here, sir! here, sir! here, sir! here, sir!
You logger-headed and unpolish'd grooms!
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SCENE I. PETRUCHIO'S country house.

Where is the foolish knave I sent before?
-GRUMIO +GRUMIO
Here, sir; as foolish as I was before.
-PETRUCHIO +PETRUCHIO
You peasant swain! you whoreson malt-horse drudge!
Did I not bid thee meet me in the park,
And bring along these rascal knaves with thee?
-GRUMIO +GRUMIO
Nathaniel's coat, sir, was not fully made,
And Gabriel's pumps were all unpink'd i' the heel;
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SCENE I. PETRUCHIO'S country house.

Yet, as they are, here are they come to meet you.
-PETRUCHIO +PETRUCHIO
Go, rascals, go, and fetch my supper in.

Exeunt Servants

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SCENE I. PETRUCHIO'S country house.

Strikes him

-KATHARINA +KATHARINA
Patience, I pray you; 'twas a fault unwilling.
-PETRUCHIO +PETRUCHIO
A whoreson beetle-headed, flap-ear'd knave!
Come, Kate, sit down; I know you have a stomach.
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SCENE I. PETRUCHIO'S country house.

What's this? mutton?
-First Servant +First Servant
Ay.
-PETRUCHIO +PETRUCHIO
Who brought it?
-PETER +PETER
I.
-PETRUCHIO +PETRUCHIO
'Tis burnt; and so is all the meat.
What dogs are these! Where is the rascal cook?
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SCENE I. PETRUCHIO'S country house.

What, do you grumble? I'll be with you straight.
-KATHARINA +KATHARINA
I pray you, husband, be not so disquiet:
The meat was well, if you were so contented.
-PETRUCHIO +PETRUCHIO
I tell thee, Kate, 'twas burnt and dried away;
And I expressly am forbid to touch it,
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SCENE I. PETRUCHIO'S country house.

Re-enter Servants severally

-NATHANIEL +NATHANIEL
Peter, didst ever see the like?
-PETER +PETER
He kills her in her own humour.

Re-enter CURTIS

-GRUMIO +GRUMIO
Where is he?
-CURTIS +CURTIS
In her chamber, making a sermon of continency to her;
And rails, and swears, and rates, that she, poor soul,
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SCENE I. PETRUCHIO'S country house.

Re-enter PETRUCHIO

-PETRUCHIO +PETRUCHIO
Thus have I politicly begun my reign,
And 'tis my hope to end successfully.
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SCENE I. Before an alehouse on a heath.

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SCENE IV. OLIVIA's garden.

I dare lay any money 'twill be nothing yet.

Exeunt

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SCENE III. OLIVIA's garden.

Then lead the way, good father; and heavens so shine,
That they may fairly note this act of mine!

Exeunt

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SCENE I. Before OLIVIA's house.

But that's all one, our play is done,
And we'll strive to please you every day.

Exit

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SCENE I. Before OLIVIA's house.

But that's all one, our play is done,
And we'll strive to please you every day.

Exit

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Exit

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Exeunt

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-Dead March. Enter the Funeral of KING HENRY the Fifth, attended on by Dukes of BEDFORD, Regent of France; GLOUCESTER, Protector; and EXETER, Earl of WARWICK, the BISHOP OF WINCHESTER, Heralds, & c -
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-Hung be the heavens with black, yield day to night!
-Comets, importing change of times and states,
-Brandish your crystal tresses in the sky,
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-That have consented unto Henry's death!
-King Henry the Fifth, too famous to live long!
-England ne'er lost a king of so much worth.
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-England ne'er had a king until his time.
-Virtue he had, deserving to command:
-His brandish'd sword did blind men with his beams:
-His arms spread wider than a dragon's wings;
-His sparking eyes, replete with wrathful fire,
-More dazzled and drove back his enemies
-Than mid-day sun fierce bent against their faces.
-What should I say? his deeds exceed all speech:
-He ne'er lift up his hand but conquered.
-
- -EXETER -
-We mourn in black: why mourn we not in blood?
-Henry is dead and never shall revive:
-Upon a wooden coffin we attend,
-And death's dishonourable victory
-We with our stately presence glorify,
-Like captives bound to a triumphant car.
-What! shall we curse the planets of mishap
-That plotted thus our glory's overthrow?
-Or shall we think the subtle-witted French
-Conjurers and sorcerers, that afraid of him
-By magic verses have contrived his end?
-BISHOP
-
- -OF WINCHESTER -
-He was a king bless'd of the King of kings.
-Unto the French the dreadful judgement-day
-So dreadful will not be as was his sight.
-The battles of the Lord of hosts he fought:
-The church's prayers made him so prosperous.
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-The church! where is it? Had not churchmen pray'd,
-His thread of life had not so soon decay'd:
-None do you like but an effeminate prince,
-Whom, like a school-boy, you may over-awe.
-BISHOP
-
- -OF WINCHESTER -
-Gloucester, whate'er we like, thou art protector
-And lookest to command the prince and realm.
-Thy wife is proud; she holdeth thee in awe,
-More than God or religious churchmen may.
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-Name not religion, for thou lovest the flesh,
-And ne'er throughout the year to church thou go'st
-Except it be to pray against thy foes.
-
- -BEDFORD -
-Cease, cease these jars and rest your minds in peace:
-Let's to the altar: heralds, wait on us:
-Instead of gold, we'll offer up our arms:
-Since arms avail not now that Henry's dead.
-Posterity, await for wretched years,
-When at their mothers' moist eyes babes shall suck,
-Our isle be made a nourish of salt tears,
-And none but women left to wail the dead.
-Henry the Fifth, thy ghost I invocate:
-Prosper this realm, keep it from civil broils,
-Combat with adverse planets in the heavens!
-A far more glorious star thy soul will make
-Than Julius Caesar or bright--
-

Enter a Messenger

-
- -Messenger -
-My honourable lords, health to you all!
-Sad tidings bring I to you out of France,
-Of loss, of slaughter and discomfiture:
-Guienne, Champagne, Rheims, Orleans,
-Paris, Guysors, Poictiers, are all quite lost.
-
- -BEDFORD -
-What say'st thou, man, before dead Henry's corse?
-Speak softly, or the loss of those great towns
-Will make him burst his lead and rise from death.
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-Is Paris lost? is Rouen yielded up?
-If Henry were recall'd to life again,
-These news would cause him once more yield the ghost.
-
- -EXETER -
-How were they lost? what treachery was used?
-
- -Messenger -
-No treachery; but want of men and money.
-Amongst the soldiers this is muttered,
-That here you maintain several factions,
-And whilst a field should be dispatch'd and fought,
-You are disputing of your generals:
-One would have lingering wars with little cost;
-Another would fly swift, but wanteth wings;
-A third thinks, without expense at all,
-By guileful fair words peace may be obtain'd.
-Awake, awake, English nobility!
-Let not sloth dim your horrors new-begot:
-Cropp'd are the flower-de-luces in your arms;
-Of England's coat one half is cut away.
-
- -EXETER -
-Were our tears wanting to this funeral,
-These tidings would call forth their flowing tides.
-
- -BEDFORD -
-Me they concern; Regent I am of France.
-Give me my steeled coat. I'll fight for France.
-Away with these disgraceful wailing robes!
-Wounds will I lend the French instead of eyes,
-To weep their intermissive miseries.
-

Enter to them another Messenger

-
- -Messenger -
-Lords, view these letters full of bad mischance.
-France is revolted from the English quite,
-Except some petty towns of no import:
-The Dauphin Charles is crowned king of Rheims;
-The Bastard of Orleans with him is join'd;
-Reignier, Duke of Anjou, doth take his part;
-The Duke of Alencon flieth to his side.
-
- -EXETER -
-The Dauphin crowned king! all fly to him!
-O, whither shall we fly from this reproach?
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-We will not fly, but to our enemies' throats.
-Bedford, if thou be slack, I'll fight it out.
-
- -BEDFORD -
-Gloucester, why doubt'st thou of my forwardness?
-An army have I muster'd in my thoughts,
-Wherewith already France is overrun.
-

Enter another Messenger

-
- -Messenger -
-My gracious lords, to add to your laments,
-Wherewith you now bedew King Henry's hearse,
-I must inform you of a dismal fight
-Betwixt the stout Lord Talbot and the French.
-BISHOP
-
- -OF WINCHESTER -
-What! wherein Talbot overcame? is't so?
-
- -Messenger -
-O, no; wherein Lord Talbot was o'erthrown:
-The circumstance I'll tell you more at large.
-The tenth of August last this dreadful lord,
-Retiring from the siege of Orleans,
-Having full scarce six thousand in his troop.
-By three and twenty thousand of the French
-Was round encompassed and set upon.
-No leisure had he to enrank his men;
-He wanted pikes to set before his archers;
-Instead whereof sharp stakes pluck'd out of hedges
-They pitched in the ground confusedly,
-To keep the horsemen off from breaking in.
-More than three hours the fight continued;
-Where valiant Talbot above human thought
-Enacted wonders with his sword and lance:
-Hundreds he sent to hell, and none durst stand him;
-Here, there, and every where, enraged he flew:
-The French exclaim'd, the devil was in arms;
-All the whole army stood agazed on him:
-His soldiers spying his undaunted spirit
-A Talbot! a Talbot! cried out amain
-And rush'd into the bowels of the battle.
-Here had the conquest fully been seal'd up,
-If Sir John Fastolfe had not play'd the coward:
-He, being in the vaward, placed behind
-With purpose to relieve and follow them,
-Cowardly fled, not having struck one stroke.
-Hence grew the general wreck and massacre;
-Enclosed were they with their enemies:
-A base Walloon, to win the Dauphin's grace,
-Thrust Talbot with a spear into the back,
-Whom all France with their chief assembled strength
-Durst not presume to look once in the face.
-
- -BEDFORD -
-Is Talbot slain? then I will slay myself,
-For living idly here in pomp and ease,
-Whilst such a worthy leader, wanting aid,
-Unto his dastard foemen is betray'd.
-
- -Messenger -
-O no, he lives; but is took prisoner,
-And Lord Scales with him and Lord Hungerford:
-Most of the rest slaughter'd or took likewise.
-
- -BEDFORD -
-His ransom there is none but I shall pay:
-I'll hale the Dauphin headlong from his throne:
-His crown shall be the ransom of my friend;
-Four of their lords I'll change for one of ours.
-Farewell, my masters; to my task will I;
-Bonfires in France forthwith I am to make,
-To keep our great Saint George's feast withal:
-Ten thousand soldiers with me I will take,
-Whose bloody deeds shall make all Europe quake.
-
- -Messenger -
-So you had need; for Orleans is besieged;
-The English army is grown weak and faint:
-The Earl of Salisbury craveth supply,
-And hardly keeps his men from mutiny,
-Since they, so few, watch such a multitude.
-
- -EXETER -
-Remember, lords, your oaths to Henry sworn,
-Either to quell the Dauphin utterly,
-Or bring him in obedience to your yoke.
-
- -BEDFORD -
-I do remember it; and here take my leave,
-To go about my preparation.
-

Exit

-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-I'll to the Tower with all the haste I can,
-To view the artillery and munition;
-And then I will proclaim young Henry king.
-

Exit

-
- -EXETER -
-To Eltham will I, where the young king is,
-Being ordain'd his special governor,
-And for his safety there I'll best devise.
-

Exit

-BISHOP
-
- -OF WINCHESTER -
-Each hath his place and function to attend:
-I am left out; for me nothing remains.
-But long I will not be Jack out of office:
-The king from Eltham I intend to steal
-And sit at chiefest stern of public weal.
-

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SCENE II. France. Before Orleans.

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-Sound a flourish. Enter CHARLES, ALENCON, and REIGNIER, marching with drum and Soldiers -
- -CHARLES -
-Mars his true moving, even as in the heavens
-So in the earth, to this day is not known:
-Late did he shine upon the English side;
-Now we are victors; upon us he smiles.
-What towns of any moment but we have?
-At pleasure here we lie near Orleans;
-Otherwhiles the famish'd English, like pale ghosts,
-Faintly besiege us one hour in a month.
-
- -ALENCON -
-They want their porridge and their fat bull-beeves:
-Either they must be dieted like mules
-And have their provender tied to their mouths
-Or piteous they will look, like drowned mice.
-
- -REIGNIER -
-Let's raise the siege: why live we idly here?
-Talbot is taken, whom we wont to fear:
-Remaineth none but mad-brain'd Salisbury;
-And he may well in fretting spend his gall,
-Nor men nor money hath he to make war.
-
- -CHARLES -
-Sound, sound alarum! we will rush on them.
-Now for the honour of the forlorn French!
-Him I forgive my death that killeth me
-When he sees me go back one foot or fly.
-

Exeunt

-

Here alarum; they are beaten back by the English with great loss. Re-enter CHARLES, ALENCON, and REIGNIER

-
- -CHARLES -
-Who ever saw the like? what men have I!
-Dogs! cowards! dastards! I would ne'er have fled,
-But that they left me 'midst my enemies.
-
- -REIGNIER -
-Salisbury is a desperate homicide;
-He fighteth as one weary of his life.
-The other lords, like lions wanting food,
-Do rush upon us as their hungry prey.
-
- -ALENCON -
-Froissart, a countryman of ours, records,
-England all Olivers and Rowlands bred,
-During the time Edward the Third did reign.
-More truly now may this be verified;
-For none but Samsons and Goliases
-It sendeth forth to skirmish. One to ten!
-Lean, raw-boned rascals! who would e'er suppose
-They had such courage and audacity?
-
- -CHARLES -
-Let's leave this town; for they are hare-brain'd slaves,
-And hunger will enforce them to be more eager:
-Of old I know them; rather with their teeth
-The walls they'll tear down than forsake the siege.
-
- -REIGNIER -
-I think, by some odd gimmors or device
-Their arms are set like clocks, stiff to strike on;
-Else ne'er could they hold out so as they do.
-By my consent, we'll even let them alone.
-
- -ALENCON -
-Be it so.
-

Enter the BASTARD OF ORLEANS

-
- -BASTARD OF ORLEANS -
-Where's the Prince Dauphin? I have news for him.
-
- -CHARLES -
-Bastard of Orleans, thrice welcome to us.
-
- -BASTARD OF ORLEANS -
-Methinks your looks are sad, your cheer appall'd:
-Hath the late overthrow wrought this offence?
-Be not dismay'd, for succor is at hand:
-A holy maid hither with me I bring,
-Which by a vision sent to her from heaven
-Ordained is to raise this tedious siege
-And drive the English forth the bounds of France.
-The spirit of deep prophecy she hath,
-Exceeding the nine sibyls of old Rome:
-What's past and what's to come she can descry.
-Speak, shall I call her in? Believe my words,
-For they are certain and unfallible.
-
- -CHARLES -
-Go, call her in.
-

Exit BASTARD OF ORLEANS

-But first, to try her skill,
-Reignier, stand thou as Dauphin in my place:
-Question her proudly; let thy looks be stern:
-By this means shall we sound what skill she hath.
-

Re-enter the BASTARD OF ORLEANS, with JOAN LA PUCELLE

-
- -REIGNIER -
-Fair maid, is't thou wilt do these wondrous feats?
-
- -JOAN LA PUCELLE -
-Reignier, is't thou that thinkest to beguile me?
-Where is the Dauphin? Come, come from behind;
-I know thee well, though never seen before.
-Be not amazed, there's nothing hid from me:
-In private will I talk with thee apart.
-Stand back, you lords, and give us leave awhile.
-
- -REIGNIER -
-She takes upon her bravely at first dash.
-
- -JOAN LA PUCELLE -
-Dauphin, I am by birth a shepherd's daughter,
-My wit untrain'd in any kind of art.
-Heaven and our Lady gracious hath it pleased
-To shine on my contemptible estate:
-Lo, whilst I waited on my tender lambs,
-And to sun's parching heat display'd my cheeks,
-God's mother deigned to appear to me
-And in a vision full of majesty
-Will'd me to leave my base vocation
-And free my country from calamity:
-Her aid she promised and assured success:
-In complete glory she reveal'd herself;
-And, whereas I was black and swart before,
-With those clear rays which she infused on me
-That beauty am I bless'd with which you see.
-Ask me what question thou canst possible,
-And I will answer unpremeditated:
-My courage try by combat, if thou darest,
-And thou shalt find that I exceed my sex.
-Resolve on this, thou shalt be fortunate,
-If thou receive me for thy warlike mate.
-
- -CHARLES -
-Thou hast astonish'd me with thy high terms:
-Only this proof I'll of thy valour make,
-In single combat thou shalt buckle with me,
-And if thou vanquishest, thy words are true;
-Otherwise I renounce all confidence.
-
- -JOAN LA PUCELLE -
-I am prepared: here is my keen-edged sword,
-Deck'd with five flower-de-luces on each side;
-The which at Touraine, in Saint Katharine's
-churchyard,
-Out of a great deal of old iron I chose forth.
-
- -CHARLES -
-Then come, o' God's name; I fear no woman.
-
- -JOAN LA PUCELLE -
-And while I live, I'll ne'er fly from a man.
-

Here they fight, and JOAN LA PUCELLE overcomes

-
- -CHARLES -
-Stay, stay thy hands! thou art an Amazon
-And fightest with the sword of Deborah.
-
- -JOAN LA PUCELLE -
-Christ's mother helps me, else I were too weak.
-
- -CHARLES -
-Whoe'er helps thee, 'tis thou that must help me:
-Impatiently I burn with thy desire;
-My heart and hands thou hast at once subdued.
-Excellent Pucelle, if thy name be so,
-Let me thy servant and not sovereign be:
-'Tis the French Dauphin sueth to thee thus.
-
- -JOAN LA PUCELLE -
-I must not yield to any rites of love,
-For my profession's sacred from above:
-When I have chased all thy foes from hence,
-Then will I think upon a recompense.
-
- -CHARLES -
-Meantime look gracious on thy prostrate thrall.
-
- -REIGNIER -
-My lord, methinks, is very long in talk.
-
- -ALENCON -
-Doubtless he shrives this woman to her smock;
-Else ne'er could he so long protract his speech.
-
- -REIGNIER -
-Shall we disturb him, since he keeps no mean?
-
- -ALENCON -
-He may mean more than we poor men do know:
-These women are shrewd tempters with their tongues.
-
- -REIGNIER -
-My lord, where are you? what devise you on?
-Shall we give over Orleans, or no?
-
- -JOAN LA PUCELLE -
-Why, no, I say, distrustful recreants!
-Fight till the last gasp; I will be your guard.
-
- -CHARLES -
-What she says I'll confirm: we'll fight it out.
-
- -JOAN LA PUCELLE -
-Assign'd am I to be the English scourge.
-This night the siege assuredly I'll raise:
-Expect Saint Martin's summer, halcyon days,
-Since I have entered into these wars.
-Glory is like a circle in the water,
-Which never ceaseth to enlarge itself
-Till by broad spreading it disperse to nought.
-With Henry's death the English circle ends;
-Dispersed are the glories it included.
-Now am I like that proud insulting ship
-Which Caesar and his fortune bare at once.
-
- -CHARLES -
-Was Mahomet inspired with a dove?
-Thou with an eagle art inspired then.
-Helen, the mother of great Constantine,
-Nor yet Saint Philip's daughters, were like thee.
-Bright star of Venus, fall'n down on the earth,
-How may I reverently worship thee enough?
-
- -ALENCON -
-Leave off delays, and let us raise the siege.
-
- -REIGNIER -
-Woman, do what thou canst to save our honours;
-Drive them from Orleans and be immortalized.
-
- -CHARLES -
-Presently we'll try: come, let's away about it:
-No prophet will I trust, if she prove false.
-

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SCENE III. London. Before the Tower.

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-Enter GLOUCESTER, with his Serving-men in blue coats -
- -GLOUCESTER -
-I am come to survey the Tower this day:
-Since Henry's death, I fear, there is conveyance.
-Where be these warders, that they wait not here?
-Open the gates; 'tis Gloucester that calls.
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- -First Warder -
-[Within] Who's there that knocks so imperiously?
-First Serving-Man It is the noble Duke of Gloucester.
-
- -Second Warder -
-[Within] Whoe'er he be, you may not be let in.
-First Serving-Man Villains, answer you so the lord protector?
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- -First Warder -
-[Within] The Lord protect him! so we answer him:
-We do no otherwise than we are will'd.
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- -GLOUCESTER -
-Who willed you? or whose will stands but mine?
-There's none protector of the realm but I.
-Break up the gates, I'll be your warrantize.
-Shall I be flouted thus by dunghill grooms?
-

Gloucester's men rush at the Tower Gates, and WOODVILE the Lieutenant speaks within

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- -WOODVILE -
-What noise is this? what traitors have we here?
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- -GLOUCESTER -
-Lieutenant, is it you whose voice I hear?
-Open the gates; here's Gloucester that would enter.
-
- -WOODVILE -
-Have patience, noble duke; I may not open;
-The Cardinal of Winchester forbids:
-From him I have express commandment
-That thou nor none of thine shall be let in.
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-Faint-hearted Woodvile, prizest him 'fore me?
-Arrogant Winchester, that haughty prelate,
-Whom Henry, our late sovereign, ne'er could brook?
-Thou art no friend to God or to the king:
-Open the gates, or I'll shut thee out shortly.
-Serving-Men Open the gates unto the lord protector,
-Or we'll burst them open, if that you come not quickly.
-

Enter to the Protector at the Tower Gates BISHOP OF WINCHESTER and his men in tawny coats

-BISHOP
-
- -OF WINCHESTER -
-How now, ambitious Humphry! what means this?
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-Peel'd priest, dost thou command me to be shut out?
-BISHOP
-
- -OF WINCHESTER -
-I do, thou most usurping proditor,
-And not protector, of the king or realm.
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-Stand back, thou manifest conspirator,
-Thou that contrivedst to murder our dead lord;
-Thou that givest whores indulgences to sin:
-I'll canvass thee in thy broad cardinal's hat,
-If thou proceed in this thy insolence.
-BISHOP
-
- -OF WINCHESTER -
-Nay, stand thou back, I will not budge a foot:
-This be Damascus, be thou cursed Cain,
-To slay thy brother Abel, if thou wilt.
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-I will not slay thee, but I'll drive thee back:
-Thy scarlet robes as a child's bearing-cloth
-I'll use to carry thee out of this place.
-BISHOP
-
- -OF WINCHESTER -
-Do what thou darest; I beard thee to thy face.
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-What! am I dared and bearded to my face?
-Draw, men, for all this privileged place;
-Blue coats to tawny coats. Priest, beware your beard,
-I mean to tug it and to cuff you soundly:
-Under my feet I stamp thy cardinal's hat:
-In spite of pope or dignities of church,
-Here by the cheeks I'll drag thee up and down.
-BISHOP
-
- -OF WINCHESTER -
-Gloucester, thou wilt answer this before the pope.
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-Winchester goose, I cry, a rope! a rope!
-Now beat them hence; why do you let them stay?
-Thee I'll chase hence, thou wolf in sheep's array.
-Out, tawny coats! out, scarlet hypocrite!
-

Here GLOUCESTER's men beat out BISHOP OF WINCHESTER's men, and enter in the hurly- burly the Mayor of London and his Officers

-
- -Mayor -
-Fie, lords! that you, being supreme magistrates,
-Thus contumeliously should break the peace!
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-Peace, mayor! thou know'st little of my wrongs:
-Here's Beaufort, that regards nor God nor king,
-Hath here distrain'd the Tower to his use.
-BISHOP
-
- -OF WINCHESTER -
-Here's Gloucester, a foe to citizens,
-One that still motions war and never peace,
-O'ercharging your free purses with large fines,
-That seeks to overthrow religion,
-Because he is protector of the realm,
-And would have armour here out of the Tower,
-To crown himself king and suppress the prince.
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-I will not answer thee with words, but blows.
-

Here they skirmish again

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- -Mayor -
-Naught rests for me in this tumultuous strife
-But to make open proclamation:
-Come, officer; as loud as e'er thou canst,
-Cry.
-
- -Officer -
-All manner of men assembled here in arms this day
-against God's peace and the king's, we charge and
-command you, in his highness' name, to repair to
-your several dwelling-places; and not to wear,
-handle, or use any sword, weapon, or dagger,
-henceforward, upon pain of death.
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-Cardinal, I'll be no breaker of the law:
-But we shall meet, and break our minds at large.
-BISHOP
-
- -OF WINCHESTER -
-Gloucester, we will meet; to thy cost, be sure:
-Thy heart-blood I will have for this day's work.
-
- -Mayor -
-I'll call for clubs, if you will not away.
-This cardinal's more haughty than the devil.
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-Mayor, farewell: thou dost but what thou mayst.
-BISHOP
-
- -OF WINCHESTER -
-Abominable Gloucester, guard thy head;
-For I intend to have it ere long.
-

Exeunt, severally, GLOUCESTER and BISHOP OF WINCHESTER with their Serving-men

-
- -Mayor -
-See the coast clear'd, and then we will depart.
-Good God, these nobles should such stomachs bear!
-I myself fight not once in forty year.
-

Exeunt

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SCENE IV. Orleans.

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-Enter, on the walls, a Master Gunner and his Boy -
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-Master-Gunner Sirrah, thou know'st how Orleans is besieged,
-And how the English have the suburbs won.
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- -Boy -
-Father, I know; and oft have shot at them,
-Howe'er unfortunate I miss'd my aim.
-Master-Gunner But now thou shalt not. Be thou ruled by me:
-Chief master-gunner am I of this town;
-Something I must do to procure me grace.
-The prince's espials have informed me
-How the English, in the suburbs close intrench'd,
-Wont, through a secret grate of iron bars
-In yonder tower, to overpeer the city,
-And thence discover how with most advantage
-They may vex us with shot, or with assault.
-To intercept this inconvenience,
-A piece of ordnance 'gainst it I have placed;
-And even these three days have I watch'd,
-If I could see them.
-Now do thou watch, for I can stay no longer.
-If thou spy'st any, run and bring me word;
-And thou shalt find me at the governor's.
-

Exit

-
- -Boy -
-Father, I warrant you; take you no care;
-I'll never trouble you, if I may spy them.
-

Exit

-

Enter, on the turrets, SALISBURY and TALBOT, GLANSDALE, GARGRAVE, and others

-
- -SALISBURY -
-Talbot, my life, my joy, again return'd!
-How wert thou handled being prisoner?
-Or by what means got'st thou to be released?
-Discourse, I prithee, on this turret's top.
-
- -TALBOT -
-The Duke of Bedford had a prisoner
-Call'd the brave Lord Ponton de Santrailles;
-For him was I exchanged and ransomed.
-But with a baser man of arms by far
-Once in contempt they would have barter'd me:
-Which I, disdaining, scorn'd; and craved death,
-Rather than I would be so vile esteem'd.
-In fine, redeem'd I was as I desired.
-But, O! the treacherous Fastolfe wounds my heart,
-Whom with my bare fists I would execute,
-If I now had him brought into my power.
-
- -SALISBURY -
-Yet tell'st thou not how thou wert entertain'd.
-
- -TALBOT -
-With scoffs and scorns and contumelious taunts.
-In open market-place produced they me,
-To be a public spectacle to all:
-Here, said they, is the terror of the French,
-The scarecrow that affrights our children so.
-Then broke I from the officers that led me,
-And with my nails digg'd stones out of the ground,
-To hurl at the beholders of my shame:
-My grisly countenance made others fly;
-None durst come near for fear of sudden death.
-In iron walls they deem'd me not secure;
-So great fear of my name 'mongst them was spread,
-That they supposed I could rend bars of steel,
-And spurn in pieces posts of adamant:
-Wherefore a guard of chosen shot I had,
-That walked about me every minute-while;
-And if I did but stir out of my bed,
-Ready they were to shoot me to the heart.
-

Enter the Boy with a linstock

-
- -SALISBURY -
-I grieve to hear what torments you endured,
-But we will be revenged sufficiently
-Now it is supper-time in Orleans:
-Here, through this grate, I count each one
-and view the Frenchmen how they fortify:
-Let us look in; the sight will much delight thee.
-Sir Thomas Gargrave, and Sir William Glansdale,
-Let me have your express opinions
-Where is best place to make our battery next.
-
- -GARGRAVE -
-I think, at the north gate; for there stand lords.
-
- -GLANSDALE -
-And I, here, at the bulwark of the bridge.
-
- -TALBOT -
-For aught I see, this city must be famish'd,
-Or with light skirmishes enfeebled.
-

Here they shoot. SALISBURY and GARGRAVE fall

-
- -SALISBURY -
-O Lord, have mercy on us, wretched sinners!
-
- -GARGRAVE -
-O Lord, have mercy on me, woful man!
-
- -TALBOT -
-What chance is this that suddenly hath cross'd us?
-Speak, Salisbury; at least, if thou canst speak:
-How farest thou, mirror of all martial men?
-One of thy eyes and thy cheek's side struck off!
-Accursed tower! accursed fatal hand
-That hath contrived this woful tragedy!
-In thirteen battles Salisbury o'ercame;
-Henry the Fifth he first train'd to the wars;
-Whilst any trump did sound, or drum struck up,
-His sword did ne'er leave striking in the field.
-Yet livest thou, Salisbury? though thy speech doth fail,
-One eye thou hast, to look to heaven for grace:
-The sun with one eye vieweth all the world.
-Heaven, be thou gracious to none alive,
-If Salisbury wants mercy at thy hands!
-Bear hence his body; I will help to bury it.
-Sir Thomas Gargrave, hast thou any life?
-Speak unto Talbot; nay, look up to him.
-Salisbury, cheer thy spirit with this comfort;
-Thou shalt not die whiles--
-He beckons with his hand and smiles on me.
-As who should say 'When I am dead and gone,
-Remember to avenge me on the French.'
-Plantagenet, I will; and like thee, Nero,
-Play on the lute, beholding the towns burn:
-Wretched shall France be only in my name.
-

Here an alarum, and it thunders and lightens

-What stir is this? what tumult's in the heavens?
-Whence cometh this alarum and the noise?
-

Enter a Messenger

-
- -Messenger -
-My lord, my lord, the French have gathered head:
-The Dauphin, with one Joan la Pucelle join'd,
-A holy prophetess new risen up,
-Is come with a great power to raise the siege.
-

Here SALISBURY lifteth himself up and groans

-
- -TALBOT -
-Hear, hear how dying Salisbury doth groan!
-It irks his heart he cannot be revenged.
-Frenchmen, I'll be a Salisbury to you:
-Pucelle or puzzel, dolphin or dogfish,
-Your hearts I'll stamp out with my horse's heels,
-And make a quagmire of your mingled brains.
-Convey me Salisbury into his tent,
-And then we'll try what these dastard Frenchmen dare.
-

Alarum. Exeunt

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SCENE V. The same.

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-Here an alarum again: and TALBOT pursueth the DAUPHIN, and driveth him: then enter JOAN LA PUCELLE, driving Englishmen before her, and exit after them then re-enter TALBOT -
- -TALBOT -
-Where is my strength, my valour, and my force?
-Our English troops retire, I cannot stay them:
-A woman clad in armour chaseth them.
-

Re-enter JOAN LA PUCELLE

-Here, here she comes. I'll have a bout with thee;
-Devil or devil's dam, I'll conjure thee:
-Blood will I draw on thee, thou art a witch,
-And straightway give thy soul to him thou servest.
-
- -JOAN LA PUCELLE -
-Come, come, 'tis only I that must disgrace thee.
-

Here they fight

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- -TALBOT -
-Heavens, can you suffer hell so to prevail?
-My breast I'll burst with straining of my courage
-And from my shoulders crack my arms asunder.
-But I will chastise this high-minded strumpet.
-

They fight again

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- -JOAN LA PUCELLE -
-Talbot, farewell; thy hour is not yet come:
-I must go victual Orleans forthwith.
-

A short alarum; then enter the town with soldiers

-O'ertake me, if thou canst; I scorn thy strength.
-Go, go, cheer up thy hungry-starved men;
-Help Salisbury to make his testament:
-This day is ours, as many more shall be.
-

Exit

-
- -TALBOT -
-My thoughts are whirled like a potter's wheel;
-I know not where I am, nor what I do;
-A witch, by fear, not force, like Hannibal,
-Drives back our troops and conquers as she lists:
-So bees with smoke and doves with noisome stench
-Are from their hives and houses driven away.
-They call'd us for our fierceness English dogs;
-Now, like to whelps, we crying run away.
-

A short alarum

-Hark, countrymen! either renew the fight,
-Or tear the lions out of England's coat;
-Renounce your soil, give sheep in lions' stead:
-Sheep run not half so treacherous from the wolf,
-Or horse or oxen from the leopard,
-As you fly from your oft-subdued slaves.
-

Alarum. Here another skirmish

-It will not be: retire into your trenches:
-You all consented unto Salisbury's death,
-For none would strike a stroke in his revenge.
-Pucelle is enter'd into Orleans,
-In spite of us or aught that we could do.
-O, would I were to die with Salisbury!
-The shame hereof will make me hide my head.
-

Exit TALBOT. Alarum; retreat; flourish

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SCENE VI. The same.

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-Enter, on the walls, JOAN LA PUCELLE, CHARLES, REIGNIER, ALENCON, and Soldiers -
- -JOAN LA PUCELLE -
-Advance our waving colours on the walls;
-Rescued is Orleans from the English
-Thus Joan la Pucelle hath perform'd her word.
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- -CHARLES -
-Divinest creature, Astraea's daughter,
-How shall I honour thee for this success?
-Thy promises are like Adonis' gardens
-That one day bloom'd and fruitful were the next.
-France, triumph in thy glorious prophetess!
-Recover'd is the town of Orleans:
-More blessed hap did ne'er befall our state.
-
- -REIGNIER -
-Why ring not out the bells aloud throughout the town?
-Dauphin, command the citizens make bonfires
-And feast and banquet in the open streets,
-To celebrate the joy that God hath given us.
-
- -ALENCON -
-All France will be replete with mirth and joy,
-When they shall hear how we have play'd the men.
-
- -CHARLES -
-'Tis Joan, not we, by whom the day is won;
-For which I will divide my crown with her,
-And all the priests and friars in my realm
-Shall in procession sing her endless praise.
-A statelier pyramis to her I'll rear
-Than Rhodope's or Memphis' ever was:
-In memory of her when she is dead,
-Her ashes, in an urn more precious
-Than the rich-jewel'd of Darius,
-Transported shall be at high festivals
-Before the kings and queens of France.
-No longer on Saint Denis will we cry,
-But Joan la Pucelle shall be France's saint.
-Come in, and let us banquet royally,
-After this golden day of victory.
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Flourish. Exeunt

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SCENE I. Before Orleans.

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-Enter a Sergeant of a band with two Sentinels -
- -Sergeant -
-Sirs, take your places and be vigilant:
-If any noise or soldier you perceive
-Near to the walls, by some apparent sign
-Let us have knowledge at the court of guard.
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- -First Sentinel -
-Sergeant, you shall.
-

Exit Sergeant

-Thus are poor servitors,
-When others sleep upon their quiet beds,
-Constrain'd to watch in darkness, rain and cold.
-

Enter TALBOT, BEDFORD, BURGUNDY, and Forces, with scaling-ladders, their drums beating a dead march

-
- -TALBOT -
-Lord Regent, and redoubted Burgundy,
-By whose approach the regions of Artois,
-Wallon and Picardy are friends to us,
-This happy night the Frenchmen are secure,
-Having all day caroused and banqueted:
-Embrace we then this opportunity
-As fitting best to quittance their deceit
-Contrived by art and baleful sorcery.
-
- -BEDFORD -
-Coward of France! how much he wrongs his fame,
-Despairing of his own arm's fortitude,
-To join with witches and the help of hell!
-
- -BURGUNDY -
-Traitors have never other company.
-But what's that Pucelle whom they term so pure?
-
- -TALBOT -
-A maid, they say.
-
- -BEDFORD -
- A maid! and be so martial!
-
- -BURGUNDY -
-Pray God she prove not masculine ere long,
-If underneath the standard of the French
-She carry armour as she hath begun.
-
- -TALBOT -
-Well, let them practise and converse with spirits:
-God is our fortress, in whose conquering name
-Let us resolve to scale their flinty bulwarks.
-
- -BEDFORD -
-Ascend, brave Talbot; we will follow thee.
-
- -TALBOT -
-Not all together: better far, I guess,
-That we do make our entrance several ways;
-That, if it chance the one of us do fail,
-The other yet may rise against their force.
-
- -BEDFORD -
-Agreed: I'll to yond corner.
-
- -BURGUNDY -
-And I to this.
-
- -TALBOT -
-And here will Talbot mount, or make his grave.
-Now, Salisbury, for thee, and for the right
-Of English Henry, shall this night appear
-How much in duty I am bound to both.
-
- -Sentinels -
-Arm! arm! the enemy doth make assault!
-

Cry: 'St. George,' 'A Talbot.'

-

The French leap over the walls in their shirts. Enter, several ways, the BASTARD OF ORLEANS, ALENCON, and REIGNIER, half ready, and half unready

-
- -ALENCON -
-How now, my lords! what, all unready so?
-
- -BASTARD OF ORLEANS -
-Unready! ay, and glad we 'scaped so well.
-
- -REIGNIER -
-'Twas time, I trow, to wake and leave our beds,
-Hearing alarums at our chamber-doors.
-
- -ALENCON -
-Of all exploits since first I follow'd arms,
-Ne'er heard I of a warlike enterprise
-More venturous or desperate than this.
-
- -BASTARD OF ORLEANS -
-I think this Talbot be a fiend of hell.
-
- -REIGNIER -
-If not of hell, the heavens, sure, favour him.
-
- -ALENCON -
-Here cometh Charles: I marvel how he sped.
-
- -BASTARD OF ORLEANS -
-Tut, holy Joan was his defensive guard.
-

Enter CHARLES and JOAN LA PUCELLE

-
- -CHARLES -
-Is this thy cunning, thou deceitful dame?
-Didst thou at first, to flatter us withal,
-Make us partakers of a little gain,
-That now our loss might be ten times so much?
-
- -JOAN LA PUCELLE -
-Wherefore is Charles impatient with his friend!
-At all times will you have my power alike?
-Sleeping or waking must I still prevail,
-Or will you blame and lay the fault on me?
-Improvident soldiers! had your watch been good,
-This sudden mischief never could have fall'n.
-
- -CHARLES -
-Duke of Alencon, this was your default,
-That, being captain of the watch to-night,
-Did look no better to that weighty charge.
-
- -ALENCON -
-Had all your quarters been as safely kept
-As that whereof I had the government,
-We had not been thus shamefully surprised.
-
- -BASTARD OF ORLEANS -
-Mine was secure.
-
- -REIGNIER -
- And so was mine, my lord.
-
- -CHARLES -
-And, for myself, most part of all this night,
-Within her quarter and mine own precinct
-I was employ'd in passing to and fro,
-About relieving of the sentinels:
-Then how or which way should they first break in?
-
- -JOAN LA PUCELLE -
-Question, my lords, no further of the case,
-How or which way: 'tis sure they found some place
-But weakly guarded, where the breach was made.
-And now there rests no other shift but this;
-To gather our soldiers, scatter'd and dispersed,
-And lay new platforms to endamage them.
-

Alarum. Enter an English Soldier, crying 'A Talbot! a Talbot!' They fly, leaving their clothes behind

-
- -Soldier -
-I'll be so bold to take what they have left.
-The cry of Talbot serves me for a sword;
-For I have loaden me with many spoils,
-Using no other weapon but his name.
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Exit

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SCENE II. Orleans. Within the town.

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-Enter TALBOT, BEDFORD, BURGUNDY, a Captain, and others -
- -BEDFORD -
-The day begins to break, and night is fled,
-Whose pitchy mantle over-veil'd the earth.
-Here sound retreat, and cease our hot pursuit.
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Retreat sounded

-
- -TALBOT -
-Bring forth the body of old Salisbury,
-And here advance it in the market-place,
-The middle centre of this cursed town.
-Now have I paid my vow unto his soul;
-For every drop of blood was drawn from him,
-There hath at least five Frenchmen died tonight.
-And that hereafter ages may behold
-What ruin happen'd in revenge of him,
-Within their chiefest temple I'll erect
-A tomb, wherein his corpse shall be interr'd:
-Upon the which, that every one may read,
-Shall be engraved the sack of Orleans,
-The treacherous manner of his mournful death
-And what a terror he had been to France.
-But, lords, in all our bloody massacre,
-I muse we met not with the Dauphin's grace,
-His new-come champion, virtuous Joan of Arc,
-Nor any of his false confederates.
-
- -BEDFORD -
-'Tis thought, Lord Talbot, when the fight began,
-Roused on the sudden from their drowsy beds,
-They did amongst the troops of armed men
-Leap o'er the walls for refuge in the field.
-
- -BURGUNDY -
-Myself, as far as I could well discern
-For smoke and dusky vapours of the night,
-Am sure I scared the Dauphin and his trull,
-When arm in arm they both came swiftly running,
-Like to a pair of loving turtle-doves
-That could not live asunder day or night.
-After that things are set in order here,
-We'll follow them with all the power we have.
-

Enter a Messenger

-
- -Messenger -
-All hail, my lords! which of this princely train
-Call ye the warlike Talbot, for his acts
-So much applauded through the realm of France?
-
- -TALBOT -
-Here is the Talbot: who would speak with him?
-
- -Messenger -
-The virtuous lady, Countess of Auvergne,
-With modesty admiring thy renown,
-By me entreats, great lord, thou wouldst vouchsafe
-To visit her poor castle where she lies,
-That she may boast she hath beheld the man
-Whose glory fills the world with loud report.
-
- -BURGUNDY -
-Is it even so? Nay, then, I see our wars
-Will turn unto a peaceful comic sport,
-When ladies crave to be encounter'd with.
-You may not, my lord, despise her gentle suit.
-
- -TALBOT -
-Ne'er trust me then; for when a world of men
-Could not prevail with all their oratory,
-Yet hath a woman's kindness over-ruled:
-And therefore tell her I return great thanks,
-And in submission will attend on her.
-Will not your honours bear me company?
-
- -BEDFORD -
-No, truly; it is more than manners will:
-And I have heard it said, unbidden guests
-Are often welcomest when they are gone.
-
- -TALBOT -
-Well then, alone, since there's no remedy,
-I mean to prove this lady's courtesy.
-Come hither, captain.
-

Whispers

-You perceive my mind?
-
- -Captain -
-I do, my lord, and mean accordingly.
-

Exeunt

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SCENE III. Auvergne. The COUNTESS's castle.

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-Enter the COUNTESS and her Porter -
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-COUNTESS
-
- -OF AUVERGNE -
-Porter, remember what I gave in charge;
-And when you have done so, bring the keys to me.
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- -Porter -
-Madam, I will.
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Exit

-COUNTESS
-
- -OF AUVERGNE -
-The plot is laid: if all things fall out right,
-I shall as famous be by this exploit
-As Scythian Tomyris by Cyrus' death.
-Great is the rumor of this dreadful knight,
-And his achievements of no less account:
-Fain would mine eyes be witness with mine ears,
-To give their censure of these rare reports.
-

Enter Messenger and TALBOT

-
- -Messenger -
-Madam,
-According as your ladyship desired,
-By message craved, so is Lord Talbot come.
-COUNTESS
-
- -OF AUVERGNE -
-And he is welcome. What! is this the man?
-
- -Messenger -
-Madam, it is.
-COUNTESS
-
- -OF AUVERGNE -
- Is this the scourge of France?
-Is this the Talbot, so much fear'd abroad
-That with his name the mothers still their babes?
-I see report is fabulous and false:
-I thought I should have seen some Hercules,
-A second Hector, for his grim aspect,
-And large proportion of his strong-knit limbs.
-Alas, this is a child, a silly dwarf!
-It cannot be this weak and writhled shrimp
-Should strike such terror to his enemies.
-
- -TALBOT -
-Madam, I have been bold to trouble you;
-But since your ladyship is not at leisure,
-I'll sort some other time to visit you.
-COUNTESS
-
- -OF AUVERGNE -
-What means he now? Go ask him whither he goes.
-
- -Messenger -
-Stay, my Lord Talbot; for my lady craves
-To know the cause of your abrupt departure.
-
- -TALBOT -
-Marry, for that she's in a wrong belief,
-I go to certify her Talbot's here.
-

Re-enter Porter with keys

-COUNTESS
-
- -OF AUVERGNE -
-If thou be he, then art thou prisoner.
-
- -TALBOT -
-Prisoner! to whom?
-COUNTESS
-
- -OF AUVERGNE -
-To me, blood-thirsty lord;
-And for that cause I trained thee to my house.
-Long time thy shadow hath been thrall to me,
-For in my gallery thy picture hangs:
-But now the substance shall endure the like,
-And I will chain these legs and arms of thine,
-That hast by tyranny these many years
-Wasted our country, slain our citizens
-And sent our sons and husbands captivate.
-
- -TALBOT -
-Ha, ha, ha!
-COUNTESS
-
- -OF AUVERGNE -
-Laughest thou, wretch? thy mirth shall turn to moan.
-
- -TALBOT -
-I laugh to see your ladyship so fond
-To think that you have aught but Talbot's shadow
-Whereon to practise your severity.
-COUNTESS
-
- -OF AUVERGNE -
-Why, art not thou the man?
-
- -TALBOT -
-I am indeed.
-COUNTESS
-
- -OF AUVERGNE -
-Then have I substance too.
-
- -TALBOT -
-No, no, I am but shadow of myself:
-You are deceived, my substance is not here;
-For what you see is but the smallest part
-And least proportion of humanity:
-I tell you, madam, were the whole frame here,
-It is of such a spacious lofty pitch,
-Your roof were not sufficient to contain't.
-COUNTESS
-
- -OF AUVERGNE -
-This is a riddling merchant for the nonce;
-He will be here, and yet he is not here:
-How can these contrarieties agree?
-
- -TALBOT -
-That will I show you presently.
-

Winds his horn. Drums strike up: a peal of ordnance. Enter soldiers

-How say you, madam? are you now persuaded
-That Talbot is but shadow of himself?
-These are his substance, sinews, arms and strength,
-With which he yoketh your rebellious necks,
-Razeth your cities and subverts your towns
-And in a moment makes them desolate.
-COUNTESS
-
- -OF AUVERGNE -
-Victorious Talbot! pardon my abuse:
-I find thou art no less than fame hath bruited
-And more than may be gather'd by thy shape.
-Let my presumption not provoke thy wrath;
-For I am sorry that with reverence
-I did not entertain thee as thou art.
-
- -TALBOT -
-Be not dismay'd, fair lady; nor misconstrue
-The mind of Talbot, as you did mistake
-The outward composition of his body.
-What you have done hath not offended me;
-Nor other satisfaction do I crave,
-But only, with your patience, that we may
-Taste of your wine and see what cates you have;
-For soldiers' stomachs always serve them well.
-COUNTESS
-
- -OF AUVERGNE -
-With all my heart, and think me honoured
-To feast so great a warrior in my house.
-

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SCENE IV. London. The Temple-garden.

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-Enter the Earls of SOMERSET, SUFFOLK, and WARWICK; RICHARD PLANTAGENET, VERNON, and another Lawyer -
-
-RICHARD
-
- -PLANTAGENET -
-Great lords and gentlemen, what means this silence?
-Dare no man answer in a case of truth?
-
- -SUFFOLK -
-Within the Temple-hall we were too loud;
-The garden here is more convenient.
-RICHARD
-
- -PLANTAGENET -
-Then say at once if I maintain'd the truth;
-Or else was wrangling Somerset in the error?
-
- -SUFFOLK -
-Faith, I have been a truant in the law,
-And never yet could frame my will to it;
-And therefore frame the law unto my will.
-
- -SOMERSET -
-Judge you, my Lord of Warwick, then, between us.
-
- -WARWICK -
-Between two hawks, which flies the higher pitch;
-Between two dogs, which hath the deeper mouth;
-Between two blades, which bears the better temper:
-Between two horses, which doth bear him best;
-Between two girls, which hath the merriest eye;
-I have perhaps some shallow spirit of judgement;
-But in these nice sharp quillets of the law,
-Good faith, I am no wiser than a daw.
-RICHARD
-
- -PLANTAGENET -
-Tut, tut, here is a mannerly forbearance:
-The truth appears so naked on my side
-That any purblind eye may find it out.
-
- -SOMERSET -
-And on my side it is so well apparell'd,
-So clear, so shining and so evident
-That it will glimmer through a blind man's eye.
-RICHARD
-
- -PLANTAGENET -
-Since you are tongue-tied and so loath to speak,
-In dumb significants proclaim your thoughts:
-Let him that is a true-born gentleman
-And stands upon the honour of his birth,
-If he suppose that I have pleaded truth,
-From off this brier pluck a white rose with me.
-
- -SOMERSET -
-Let him that is no coward nor no flatterer,
-But dare maintain the party of the truth,
-Pluck a red rose from off this thorn with me.
-
- -WARWICK -
-I love no colours, and without all colour
-Of base insinuating flattery
-I pluck this white rose with Plantagenet.
-
- -SUFFOLK -
-I pluck this red rose with young Somerset
-And say withal I think he held the right.
-
- -VERNON -
-Stay, lords and gentlemen, and pluck no more,
-Till you conclude that he upon whose side
-The fewest roses are cropp'd from the tree
-Shall yield the other in the right opinion.
-
- -SOMERSET -
-Good Master Vernon, it is well objected:
-If I have fewest, I subscribe in silence.
-RICHARD
-
- -PLANTAGENET -
-And I.
-
- -VERNON -
-Then for the truth and plainness of the case.
-I pluck this pale and maiden blossom here,
-Giving my verdict on the white rose side.
-
- -SOMERSET -
-Prick not your finger as you pluck it off,
-Lest bleeding you do paint the white rose red
-And fall on my side so, against your will.
-
- -VERNON -
-If I my lord, for my opinion bleed,
-Opinion shall be surgeon to my hurt
-And keep me on the side where still I am.
-
- -SOMERSET -
-Well, well, come on: who else?
-
- -Lawyer -
-Unless my study and my books be false,
-The argument you held was wrong in you:
-

To SOMERSET

-In sign whereof I pluck a white rose too.
-RICHARD
-
- -PLANTAGENET -
-Now, Somerset, where is your argument?
-
- -SOMERSET -
-Here in my scabbard, meditating that
-Shall dye your white rose in a bloody red.
-RICHARD
-
- -PLANTAGENET -
-Meantime your cheeks do counterfeit our roses;
-For pale they look with fear, as witnessing
-The truth on our side.
-
- -SOMERSET -
-No, Plantagenet,
-'Tis not for fear but anger that thy cheeks
-Blush for pure shame to counterfeit our roses,
-And yet thy tongue will not confess thy error.
-RICHARD
-
- -PLANTAGENET -
-Hath not thy rose a canker, Somerset?
-
- -SOMERSET -
-Hath not thy rose a thorn, Plantagenet?
-RICHARD
-
- -PLANTAGENET -
-Ay, sharp and piercing, to maintain his truth;
-Whiles thy consuming canker eats his falsehood.
-
- -SOMERSET -
-Well, I'll find friends to wear my bleeding roses,
-That shall maintain what I have said is true,
-Where false Plantagenet dare not be seen.
-RICHARD
-
- -PLANTAGENET -
-Now, by this maiden blossom in my hand,
-I scorn thee and thy fashion, peevish boy.
-
- -SUFFOLK -
-Turn not thy scorns this way, Plantagenet.
-RICHARD
-
- -PLANTAGENET -
-Proud Pole, I will, and scorn both him and thee.
-
- -SUFFOLK -
-I'll turn my part thereof into thy throat.
-
- -SOMERSET -
-Away, away, good William de la Pole!
-We grace the yeoman by conversing with him.
-
- -WARWICK -
-Now, by God's will, thou wrong'st him, Somerset;
-His grandfather was Lionel Duke of Clarence,
-Third son to the third Edward King of England:
-Spring crestless yeomen from so deep a root?
-RICHARD
-
- -PLANTAGENET -
-He bears him on the place's privilege,
-Or durst not, for his craven heart, say thus.
-
- -SOMERSET -
-By him that made me, I'll maintain my words
-On any plot of ground in Christendom.
-Was not thy father, Richard Earl of Cambridge,
-For treason executed in our late king's days?
-And, by his treason, stand'st not thou attainted,
-Corrupted, and exempt from ancient gentry?
-His trespass yet lives guilty in thy blood;
-And, till thou be restored, thou art a yeoman.
-RICHARD
-
- -PLANTAGENET -
-My father was attached, not attainted,
-Condemn'd to die for treason, but no traitor;
-And that I'll prove on better men than Somerset,
-Were growing time once ripen'd to my will.
-For your partaker Pole and you yourself,
-I'll note you in my book of memory,
-To scourge you for this apprehension:
-Look to it well and say you are well warn'd.
-
- -SOMERSET -
-Ah, thou shalt find us ready for thee still;
-And know us by these colours for thy foes,
-For these my friends in spite of thee shall wear.
-RICHARD
-
- -PLANTAGENET -
-And, by my soul, this pale and angry rose,
-As cognizance of my blood-drinking hate,
-Will I for ever and my faction wear,
-Until it wither with me to my grave
-Or flourish to the height of my degree.
-
- -SUFFOLK -
-Go forward and be choked with thy ambition!
-And so farewell until I meet thee next.
-

Exit

-
- -SOMERSET -
-Have with thee, Pole. Farewell, ambitious Richard.
-

Exit

-RICHARD
-
- -PLANTAGENET -
-How I am braved and must perforce endure it!
-
- -WARWICK -
-This blot that they object against your house
-Shall be wiped out in the next parliament
-Call'd for the truce of Winchester and Gloucester;
-And if thou be not then created York,
-I will not live to be accounted Warwick.
-Meantime, in signal of my love to thee,
-Against proud Somerset and William Pole,
-Will I upon thy party wear this rose:
-And here I prophesy: this brawl to-day,
-Grown to this faction in the Temple-garden,
-Shall send between the red rose and the white
-A thousand souls to death and deadly night.
-RICHARD
-
- -PLANTAGENET -
-Good Master Vernon, I am bound to you,
-That you on my behalf would pluck a flower.
-
- -VERNON -
-In your behalf still will I wear the same.
-
- -Lawyer -
-And so will I.
-RICHARD
-
- -PLANTAGENET -
-Thanks, gentle sir.
-Come, let us four to dinner: I dare say
-This quarrel will drink blood another day.
-

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SCENE V. The Tower of London.

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-Enter MORTIMER, brought in a chair, and Gaolers -
- -MORTIMER -
-Kind keepers of my weak decaying age,
-Let dying Mortimer here rest himself.
-Even like a man new haled from the rack,
-So fare my limbs with long imprisonment.
-And these grey locks, the pursuivants of death,
-Nestor-like aged in an age of care,
-Argue the end of Edmund Mortimer.
-These eyes, like lamps whose wasting oil is spent,
-Wax dim, as drawing to their exigent;
-Weak shoulders, overborne with burthening grief,
-And pithless arms, like to a wither'd vine
-That droops his sapless branches to the ground;
-Yet are these feet, whose strengthless stay is numb,
-Unable to support this lump of clay,
-Swift-winged with desire to get a grave,
-As witting I no other comfort have.
-But tell me, keeper, will my nephew come?
-
- -First Gaoler -
-Richard Plantagenet, my lord, will come:
-We sent unto the Temple, unto his chamber;
-And answer was return'd that he will come.
-
- -MORTIMER -
-Enough: my soul shall then be satisfied.
-Poor gentleman! his wrong doth equal mine.
-Since Henry Monmouth first began to reign,
-Before whose glory I was great in arms,
-This loathsome sequestration have I had:
-And even since then hath Richard been obscured,
-Deprived of honour and inheritance.
-But now the arbitrator of despairs,
-Just death, kind umpire of men's miseries,
-With sweet enlargement doth dismiss me hence:
-I would his troubles likewise were expired,
-That so he might recover what was lost.
-

Enter RICHARD PLANTAGENET

-
- -First Gaoler -
-My lord, your loving nephew now is come.
-
- -MORTIMER -
-Richard Plantagenet, my friend, is he come?
-RICHARD
-
- -PLANTAGENET -
-Ay, noble uncle, thus ignobly used,
-Your nephew, late despised Richard, comes.
-
- -MORTIMER -
-Direct mine arms I may embrace his neck,
-And in his bosom spend my latter gasp:
-O, tell me when my lips do touch his cheeks,
-That I may kindly give one fainting kiss.
-And now declare, sweet stem from York's great stock,
-Why didst thou say, of late thou wert despised?
-RICHARD
-
- -PLANTAGENET -
-First, lean thine aged back against mine arm;
-And, in that ease, I'll tell thee my disease.
-This day, in argument upon a case,
-Some words there grew 'twixt Somerset and me;
-Among which terms he used his lavish tongue
-And did upbraid me with my father's death:
-Which obloquy set bars before my tongue,
-Else with the like I had requited him.
-Therefore, good uncle, for my father's sake,
-In honour of a true Plantagenet
-And for alliance sake, declare the cause
-My father, Earl of Cambridge, lost his head.
-
- -MORTIMER -
-That cause, fair nephew, that imprison'd me
-And hath detain'd me all my flowering youth
-Within a loathsome dungeon, there to pine,
-Was cursed instrument of his decease.
-RICHARD
-
- -PLANTAGENET -
-Discover more at large what cause that was,
-For I am ignorant and cannot guess.
-
- -MORTIMER -
-I will, if that my fading breath permit
-And death approach not ere my tale be done.
-Henry the Fourth, grandfather to this king,
-Deposed his nephew Richard, Edward's son,
-The first-begotten and the lawful heir,
-Of Edward king, the third of that descent:
-During whose reign the Percies of the north,
-Finding his usurpation most unjust,
-Endeavor'd my advancement to the throne:
-The reason moved these warlike lords to this
-Was, for that--young King Richard thus removed,
-Leaving no heir begotten of his body--
-I was the next by birth and parentage;
-For by my mother I derived am
-From Lionel Duke of Clarence, the third son
-To King Edward the Third; whereas he
-From John of Gaunt doth bring his pedigree,
-Being but fourth of that heroic line.
-But mark: as in this haughty attempt
-They laboured to plant the rightful heir,
-I lost my liberty and they their lives.
-Long after this, when Henry the Fifth,
-Succeeding his father Bolingbroke, did reign,
-Thy father, Earl of Cambridge, then derived
-From famous Edmund Langley, Duke of York,
-Marrying my sister that thy mother was,
-Again in pity of my hard distress
-Levied an army, weening to redeem
-And have install'd me in the diadem:
-But, as the rest, so fell that noble earl
-And was beheaded. Thus the Mortimers,
-In whom the tide rested, were suppress'd.
-RICHARD
-
- -PLANTAGENET -
-Of which, my lord, your honour is the last.
-
- -MORTIMER -
-True; and thou seest that I no issue have
-And that my fainting words do warrant death;
-Thou art my heir; the rest I wish thee gather:
-But yet be wary in thy studious care.
-RICHARD
-
- -PLANTAGENET -
-Thy grave admonishments prevail with me:
-But yet, methinks, my father's execution
-Was nothing less than bloody tyranny.
-
- -MORTIMER -
-With silence, nephew, be thou politic:
-Strong-fixed is the house of Lancaster,
-And like a mountain, not to be removed.
-But now thy uncle is removing hence:
-As princes do their courts, when they are cloy'd
-With long continuance in a settled place.
-RICHARD
-
- -PLANTAGENET -
-O, uncle, would some part of my young years
-Might but redeem the passage of your age!
-
- -MORTIMER -
-Thou dost then wrong me, as that slaughterer doth
-Which giveth many wounds when one will kill.
-Mourn not, except thou sorrow for my good;
-Only give order for my funeral:
-And so farewell, and fair be all thy hopes
-And prosperous be thy life in peace and war!
-

Dies

-RICHARD
-
- -PLANTAGENET -
-And peace, no war, befall thy parting soul!
-In prison hast thou spent a pilgrimage
-And like a hermit overpass'd thy days.
-Well, I will lock his counsel in my breast;
-And what I do imagine let that rest.
-Keepers, convey him hence, and I myself
-Will see his burial better than his life.
-

Exeunt Gaolers, bearing out the body of MORTIMER

-Here dies the dusky torch of Mortimer,
-Choked with ambition of the meaner sort:
-And for those wrongs, those bitter injuries,
-Which Somerset hath offer'd to my house:
-I doubt not but with honour to redress;
-And therefore haste I to the parliament,
-Either to be restored to my blood,
-Or make my ill the advantage of my good.
-

Exit

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SCENE I. London. The Parliament-house.

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-Flourish. Enter KING HENRY VI, EXETER, GLOUCESTER, WARWICK, SOMERSET, and SUFFOLK; the BISHOP OF WINCHESTER, RICHARD PLANTAGENET, and others. GLOUCESTER offers to put up a bill; BISHOP OF WINCHESTER snatches it, and tears it -
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-BISHOP
-
- -OF WINCHESTER -
-Comest thou with deep premeditated lines,
-With written pamphlets studiously devised,
-Humphrey of Gloucester? If thou canst accuse,
-Or aught intend'st to lay unto my charge,
-Do it without invention, suddenly;
-As I with sudden and extemporal speech
-Purpose to answer what thou canst object.
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-Presumptuous priest! this place commands my patience,
-Or thou shouldst find thou hast dishonour'd me.
-Think not, although in writing I preferr'd
-The manner of thy vile outrageous crimes,
-That therefore I have forged, or am not able
-Verbatim to rehearse the method of my pen:
-No, prelate; such is thy audacious wickedness,
-Thy lewd, pestiferous and dissentious pranks,
-As very infants prattle of thy pride.
-Thou art a most pernicious usurer,
-Forward by nature, enemy to peace;
-Lascivious, wanton, more than well beseems
-A man of thy profession and degree;
-And for thy treachery, what's more manifest?
-In that thou laid'st a trap to take my life,
-As well at London bridge as at the Tower.
-Beside, I fear me, if thy thoughts were sifted,
-The king, thy sovereign, is not quite exempt
-From envious malice of thy swelling heart.
-BISHOP
-
- -OF WINCHESTER -
-Gloucester, I do defy thee. Lords, vouchsafe
-To give me hearing what I shall reply.
-If I were covetous, ambitious or perverse,
-As he will have me, how am I so poor?
-Or how haps it I seek not to advance
-Or raise myself, but keep my wonted calling?
-And for dissension, who preferreth peace
-More than I do?--except I be provoked.
-No, my good lords, it is not that offends;
-It is not that that hath incensed the duke:
-It is, because no one should sway but he;
-No one but he should be about the king;
-And that engenders thunder in his breast
-And makes him roar these accusations forth.
-But he shall know I am as good--
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-As good!
-Thou bastard of my grandfather!
-BISHOP
-
- -OF WINCHESTER -
-Ay, lordly sir; for what are you, I pray,
-But one imperious in another's throne?
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-Am I not protector, saucy priest?
-BISHOP
-
- -OF WINCHESTER -
-And am not I a prelate of the church?
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-Yes, as an outlaw in a castle keeps
-And useth it to patronage his theft.
-BISHOP
-
- -OF WINCHESTER -
-Unreverent Gloster!
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-Thou art reverent
-Touching thy spiritual function, not thy life.
-BISHOP
-
- -OF WINCHESTER -
-Rome shall remedy this.
-
- -WARWICK -
-Roam thither, then.
-
- -SOMERSET -
-My lord, it were your duty to forbear.
-
- -WARWICK -
-Ay, see the bishop be not overborne.
-
- -SOMERSET -
-Methinks my lord should be religious
-And know the office that belongs to such.
-
- -WARWICK -
-Methinks his lordship should be humbler;
-it fitteth not a prelate so to plead.
-
- -SOMERSET -
-Yes, when his holy state is touch'd so near.
-
- -WARWICK -
-State holy or unhallow'd, what of that?
-Is not his grace protector to the king?
-RICHARD
-
- -PLANTAGENET -
-[Aside] Plantagenet, I see, must hold his tongue,
-Lest it be said 'Speak, sirrah, when you should;
-Must your bold verdict enter talk with lords?'
-Else would I have a fling at Winchester.
-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-Uncles of Gloucester and of Winchester,
-The special watchmen of our English weal,
-I would prevail, if prayers might prevail,
-To join your hearts in love and amity.
-O, what a scandal is it to our crown,
-That two such noble peers as ye should jar!
-Believe me, lords, my tender years can tell
-Civil dissension is a viperous worm
-That gnaws the bowels of the commonwealth.
-

A noise within, 'Down with the tawny-coats!'

-What tumult's this?
-
- -WARWICK -
-An uproar, I dare warrant,
-Begun through malice of the bishop's men.
-

A noise again, 'Stones! stones!' Enter Mayor

-
- -Mayor -
-O, my good lords, and virtuous Henry,
-Pity the city of London, pity us!
-The bishop and the Duke of Gloucester's men,
-Forbidden late to carry any weapon,
-Have fill'd their pockets full of pebble stones
-And banding themselves in contrary parts
-Do pelt so fast at one another's pate
-That many have their giddy brains knock'd out:
-Our windows are broke down in every street
-And we for fear compell'd to shut our shops.
-

Enter Serving-men, in skirmish, with bloody pates

-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-We charge you, on allegiance to ourself,
-To hold your slaughtering hands and keep the peace.
-Pray, uncle Gloucester, mitigate this strife.
-First Serving-man Nay, if we be forbidden stones,
-We'll fall to it with our teeth.
-Second Serving-man Do what ye dare, we are as resolute.
-

Skirmish again

-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-You of my household, leave this peevish broil
-And set this unaccustom'd fight aside.
-Third Serving-man My lord, we know your grace to be a man
-Just and upright; and, for your royal birth,
-Inferior to none but to his majesty:
-And ere that we will suffer such a prince,
-So kind a father of the commonweal,
-To be disgraced by an inkhorn mate,
-We and our wives and children all will fight
-And have our bodies slaughtered by thy foes.
-First Serving-man Ay, and the very parings of our nails
-Shall pitch a field when we are dead.
-

Begin again

-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-Stay, stay, I say!
-And if you love me, as you say you do,
-Let me persuade you to forbear awhile.
-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-O, how this discord doth afflict my soul!
-Can you, my Lord of Winchester, behold
-My sighs and tears and will not once relent?
-Who should be pitiful, if you be not?
-Or who should study to prefer a peace.
-If holy churchmen take delight in broils?
-
- -WARWICK -
-Yield, my lord protector; yield, Winchester;
-Except you mean with obstinate repulse
-To slay your sovereign and destroy the realm.
-You see what mischief and what murder too
-Hath been enacted through your enmity;
-Then be at peace except ye thirst for blood.
-BISHOP
-
- -OF WINCHESTER -
-He shall submit, or I will never yield.
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-Compassion on the king commands me stoop;
-Or I would see his heart out, ere the priest
-Should ever get that privilege of me.
-
- -WARWICK -
-Behold, my Lord of Winchester, the duke
-Hath banish'd moody discontented fury,
-As by his smoothed brows it doth appear:
-Why look you still so stern and tragical?
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-Here, Winchester, I offer thee my hand.
-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-Fie, uncle Beaufort! I have heard you preach
-That malice was a great and grievous sin;
-And will not you maintain the thing you teach,
-But prove a chief offender in the same?
-
- -WARWICK -
-Sweet king! the bishop hath a kindly gird.
-For shame, my lord of Winchester, relent!
-What, shall a child instruct you what to do?
-BISHOP
-
- -OF WINCHESTER -
-Well, Duke of Gloucester, I will yield to thee;
-Love for thy love and hand for hand I give.
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-[Aside] Ay, but, I fear me, with a hollow heart.--
-See here, my friends and loving countrymen,
-This token serveth for a flag of truce
-Betwixt ourselves and all our followers:
-So help me God, as I dissemble not!
-BISHOP
-
- -OF WINCHESTER -
-[Aside] So help me God, as I intend it not!
-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-O, loving uncle, kind Duke of Gloucester,
-How joyful am I made by this contract!
-Away, my masters! trouble us no more;
-But join in friendship, as your lords have done.
-First Serving-man Content: I'll to the surgeon's.
-Second Serving-man And so will I.
-Third Serving-man And I will see what physic the tavern affords.
-

Exeunt Serving-men, Mayor, & c

-
- -WARWICK -
-Accept this scroll, most gracious sovereign,
-Which in the right of Richard Plantagenet
-We do exhibit to your majesty.
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-Well urged, my Lord of Warwick: or sweet prince,
-And if your grace mark every circumstance,
-You have great reason to do Richard right;
-Especially for those occasions
-At Eltham Place I told your majesty.
-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-And those occasions, uncle, were of force:
-Therefore, my loving lords, our pleasure is
-That Richard be restored to his blood.
-
- -WARWICK -
-Let Richard be restored to his blood;
-So shall his father's wrongs be recompensed.
-BISHOP
-
- -OF WINCHESTER -
-As will the rest, so willeth Winchester.
-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-If Richard will be true, not that alone
-But all the whole inheritance I give
-That doth belong unto the house of York,
-From whence you spring by lineal descent.
-RICHARD
-
- -PLANTAGENET -
-Thy humble servant vows obedience
-And humble service till the point of death.
-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-Stoop then and set your knee against my foot;
-And, in reguerdon of that duty done,
-I gird thee with the valiant sword of York:
-Rise Richard, like a true Plantagenet,
-And rise created princely Duke of York.
-RICHARD
-
- -PLANTAGENET -
-And so thrive Richard as thy foes may fall!
-And as my duty springs, so perish they
-That grudge one thought against your majesty!
-
- -ALL -
-Welcome, high prince, the mighty Duke of York!
-
- -SOMERSET -
-[Aside] Perish, base prince, ignoble Duke of York!
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-Now will it best avail your majesty
-To cross the seas and to be crown'd in France:
-The presence of a king engenders love
-Amongst his subjects and his loyal friends,
-As it disanimates his enemies.
-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-When Gloucester says the word, King Henry goes;
-For friendly counsel cuts off many foes.
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-Your ships already are in readiness.
-

Sennet. Flourish. Exeunt all but EXETER

-
- -EXETER -
-Ay, we may march in England or in France,
-Not seeing what is likely to ensue.
-This late dissension grown betwixt the peers
-Burns under feigned ashes of forged love
-And will at last break out into a flame:
-As fester'd members rot but by degree,
-Till bones and flesh and sinews fall away,
-So will this base and envious discord breed.
-And now I fear that fatal prophecy
-Which in the time of Henry named the Fifth
-Was in the mouth of every sucking babe;
-That Henry born at Monmouth should win all
-And Henry born at Windsor lose all:
-Which is so plain that Exeter doth wish
-His days may finish ere that hapless time.
-

Exit

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SCENE II. France. Before Rouen.

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-Enter JOAN LA PUCELLE disguised, with four Soldiers with sacks upon their backs -
- -JOAN LA PUCELLE -
-These are the city gates, the gates of Rouen,
-Through which our policy must make a breach:
-Take heed, be wary how you place your words;
-Talk like the vulgar sort of market men
-That come to gather money for their corn.
-If we have entrance, as I hope we shall,
-And that we find the slothful watch but weak,
-I'll by a sign give notice to our friends,
-That Charles the Dauphin may encounter them.
-
- -First Soldier -
-Our sacks shall be a mean to sack the city,
-And we be lords and rulers over Rouen;
-Therefore we'll knock.
-

Knocks

-
- -Watch -
-[Within] Qui est la?
-
- -JOAN LA PUCELLE -
-Paysans, pauvres gens de France;
-Poor market folks that come to sell their corn.
-
- -Watch -
-Enter, go in; the market bell is rung.
-
- -JOAN LA PUCELLE -
-Now, Rouen, I'll shake thy bulwarks to the ground.
-

Exeunt

-

Enter CHARLES, the BASTARD OF ORLEANS, ALENCON, REIGNIER, and forces

-
- -CHARLES -
-Saint Denis bless this happy stratagem!
-And once again we'll sleep secure in Rouen.
-
- -BASTARD OF ORLEANS -
-Here enter'd Pucelle and her practisants;
-Now she is there, how will she specify
-Where is the best and safest passage in?
-
- -REIGNIER -
-By thrusting out a torch from yonder tower;
-Which, once discern'd, shows that her meaning is,
-No way to that, for weakness, which she enter'd.
-

Enter JOAN LA PUCELLE on the top, thrusting out a torch burning

-
- -JOAN LA PUCELLE -
-Behold, this is the happy wedding torch
-That joineth Rouen unto her countrymen,
-But burning fatal to the Talbotites!
-

Exit

-
- -BASTARD OF ORLEANS -
-See, noble Charles, the beacon of our friend;
-The burning torch in yonder turret stands.
-
- -CHARLES -
-Now shine it like a comet of revenge,
-A prophet to the fall of all our foes!
-
- -REIGNIER -
-Defer no time, delays have dangerous ends;
-Enter, and cry 'The Dauphin!' presently,
-And then do execution on the watch.
-

Alarum. Exeunt

-

An alarum. Enter TALBOT in an excursion

-
- -TALBOT -
-France, thou shalt rue this treason with thy tears,
-If Talbot but survive thy treachery.
-Pucelle, that witch, that damned sorceress,
-Hath wrought this hellish mischief unawares,
-That hardly we escaped the pride of France.
-

Exit

-

An alarum: excursions. BEDFORD, brought in sick in a chair. Enter TALBOT and BURGUNDY without: within JOAN LA PUCELLE, CHARLES, BASTARD OF ORLEANS, ALENCON, and REIGNIER, on the walls

-
- -JOAN LA PUCELLE -
-Good morrow, gallants! want ye corn for bread?
-I think the Duke of Burgundy will fast
-Before he'll buy again at such a rate:
-'Twas full of darnel; do you like the taste?
-
- -BURGUNDY -
-Scoff on, vile fiend and shameless courtezan!
-I trust ere long to choke thee with thine own
-And make thee curse the harvest of that corn.
-
- -CHARLES -
-Your grace may starve perhaps before that time.
-
- -BEDFORD -
-O, let no words, but deeds, revenge this treason!
-
- -JOAN LA PUCELLE -
-What will you do, good grey-beard? break a lance,
-And run a tilt at death within a chair?
-
- -TALBOT -
-Foul fiend of France, and hag of all despite,
-Encompass'd with thy lustful paramours!
-Becomes it thee to taunt his valiant age
-And twit with cowardice a man half dead?
-Damsel, I'll have a bout with you again,
-Or else let Talbot perish with this shame.
-
- -JOAN LA PUCELLE -
-Are ye so hot, sir? yet, Pucelle, hold thy peace;
-If Talbot do but thunder, rain will follow.
-

The English whisper together in council

-God speed the parliament! who shall be the speaker?
-
- -TALBOT -
-Dare ye come forth and meet us in the field?
-
- -JOAN LA PUCELLE -
-Belike your lordship takes us then for fools,
-To try if that our own be ours or no.
-
- -TALBOT -
-I speak not to that railing Hecate,
-But unto thee, Alencon, and the rest;
-Will ye, like soldiers, come and fight it out?
-
- -ALENCON -
-Signior, no.
-
- -TALBOT -
-Signior, hang! base muleters of France!
-Like peasant foot-boys do they keep the walls
-And dare not take up arms like gentlemen.
-
- -JOAN LA PUCELLE -
-Away, captains! let's get us from the walls;
-For Talbot means no goodness by his looks.
-God be wi' you, my lord! we came but to tell you
-That we are here.
-

Exeunt from the walls

-
- -TALBOT -
-And there will we be too, ere it be long,
-Or else reproach be Talbot's greatest fame!
-Vow, Burgundy, by honour of thy house,
-Prick'd on by public wrongs sustain'd in France,
-Either to get the town again or die:
-And I, as sure as English Henry lives
-And as his father here was conqueror,
-As sure as in this late-betrayed town
-Great Coeur-de-lion's heart was buried,
-So sure I swear to get the town or die.
-
- -BURGUNDY -
-My vows are equal partners with thy vows.
-
- -TALBOT -
-But, ere we go, regard this dying prince,
-The valiant Duke of Bedford. Come, my lord,
-We will bestow you in some better place,
-Fitter for sickness and for crazy age.
-
- -BEDFORD -
-Lord Talbot, do not so dishonour me:
-Here will I sit before the walls of Rouen
-And will be partner of your weal or woe.
-
- -BURGUNDY -
-Courageous Bedford, let us now persuade you.
-
- -BEDFORD -
-Not to be gone from hence; for once I read
-That stout Pendragon in his litter sick
-Came to the field and vanquished his foes:
-Methinks I should revive the soldiers' hearts,
-Because I ever found them as myself.
-
- -TALBOT -
-Undaunted spirit in a dying breast!
-Then be it so: heavens keep old Bedford safe!
-And now no more ado, brave Burgundy,
-But gather we our forces out of hand
-And set upon our boasting enemy.
-

Exeunt all but BEDFORD and Attendants

-

An alarum: excursions. Enter FASTOLFE and a Captain

-
- -Captain -
-Whither away, Sir John Fastolfe, in such haste?
-
- -FASTOLFE -
-Whither away! to save myself by flight:
-We are like to have the overthrow again.
-
- -Captain -
-What! will you fly, and leave Lord Talbot?
-
- -FASTOLFE -
-Ay,
-All the Talbots in the world, to save my life!
-

Exit

-
- -Captain -
-Cowardly knight! ill fortune follow thee!
-

Exit

-

Retreat: excursions. JOAN LA PUCELLE, ALENCON, and CHARLES fly

-
- -BEDFORD -
-Now, quiet soul, depart when heaven please,
-For I have seen our enemies' overthrow.
-What is the trust or strength of foolish man?
-They that of late were daring with their scoffs
-Are glad and fain by flight to save themselves.
-

BEDFORD dies, and is carried in by two in his chair

-

An alarum. Re-enter TALBOT, BURGUNDY, and the rest

-
- -TALBOT -
-Lost, and recover'd in a day again!
-This is a double honour, Burgundy:
-Yet heavens have glory for this victory!
-
- -BURGUNDY -
-Warlike and martial Talbot, Burgundy
-Enshrines thee in his heart and there erects
-Thy noble deeds as valour's monuments.
-
- -TALBOT -
-Thanks, gentle duke. But where is Pucelle now?
-I think her old familiar is asleep:
-Now where's the Bastard's braves, and Charles his gleeks?
-What, all amort? Rouen hangs her head for grief
-That such a valiant company are fled.
-Now will we take some order in the town,
-Placing therein some expert officers,
-And then depart to Paris to the king,
-For there young Henry with his nobles lie.
-
- -BURGUNDY -
-What wills Lord Talbot pleaseth Burgundy.
-
- -TALBOT -
-But yet, before we go, let's not forget
-The noble Duke of Bedford late deceased,
-But see his exequies fulfill'd in Rouen:
-A braver soldier never couched lance,
-A gentler heart did never sway in court;
-But kings and mightiest potentates must die,
-For that's the end of human misery.
-

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SCENE III. The plains near Rouen.

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-Enter CHARLES, the BASTARD OF ORLEANS, ALENCON, JOAN LA PUCELLE, and forces -
- -JOAN LA PUCELLE -
-Dismay not, princes, at this accident,
-Nor grieve that Rouen is so recovered:
-Care is no cure, but rather corrosive,
-For things that are not to be remedied.
-Let frantic Talbot triumph for a while
-And like a peacock sweep along his tail;
-We'll pull his plumes and take away his train,
-If Dauphin and the rest will be but ruled.
-
- -CHARLES -
-We have been guided by thee hitherto,
-And of thy cunning had no diffidence:
-One sudden foil shall never breed distrust.
-
- -BASTARD OF ORLEANS -
-Search out thy wit for secret policies,
-And we will make thee famous through the world.
-
- -ALENCON -
-We'll set thy statue in some holy place,
-And have thee reverenced like a blessed saint:
-Employ thee then, sweet virgin, for our good.
-
- -JOAN LA PUCELLE -
-Then thus it must be; this doth Joan devise:
-By fair persuasions mix'd with sugar'd words
-We will entice the Duke of Burgundy
-To leave the Talbot and to follow us.
-
- -CHARLES -
-Ay, marry, sweeting, if we could do that,
-France were no place for Henry's warriors;
-Nor should that nation boast it so with us,
-But be extirped from our provinces.
-
- -ALENCON -
-For ever should they be expulsed from France
-And not have title of an earldom here.
-
- -JOAN LA PUCELLE -
-Your honours shall perceive how I will work
-To bring this matter to the wished end.
-

Drum sounds afar off

-Hark! by the sound of drum you may perceive
-Their powers are marching unto Paris-ward.
-

Here sound an English march. Enter, and pass over at a distance, TALBOT and his forces

-There goes the Talbot, with his colours spread,
-And all the troops of English after him.
-

French march. Enter BURGUNDY and forces

-Now in the rearward comes the duke and his:
-Fortune in favour makes him lag behind.
-Summon a parley; we will talk with him.
-

Trumpets sound a parley

-
- -CHARLES -
-A parley with the Duke of Burgundy!
-
- -BURGUNDY -
-Who craves a parley with the Burgundy?
-
- -JOAN LA PUCELLE -
-The princely Charles of France, thy countryman.
-
- -BURGUNDY -
-What say'st thou, Charles? for I am marching hence.
-
- -CHARLES -
-Speak, Pucelle, and enchant him with thy words.
-
- -JOAN LA PUCELLE -
-Brave Burgundy, undoubted hope of France!
-Stay, let thy humble handmaid speak to thee.
-
- -BURGUNDY -
-Speak on; but be not over-tedious.
-
- -JOAN LA PUCELLE -
-Look on thy country, look on fertile France,
-And see the cities and the towns defaced
-By wasting ruin of the cruel foe.
-As looks the mother on her lowly babe
-When death doth close his tender dying eyes,
-See, see the pining malady of France;
-Behold the wounds, the most unnatural wounds,
-Which thou thyself hast given her woful breast.
-O, turn thy edged sword another way;
-Strike those that hurt, and hurt not those that help.
-One drop of blood drawn from thy country's bosom
-Should grieve thee more than streams of foreign gore:
-Return thee therefore with a flood of tears,
-And wash away thy country's stained spots.
-
- -BURGUNDY -
-Either she hath bewitch'd me with her words,
-Or nature makes me suddenly relent.
-
- -JOAN LA PUCELLE -
-Besides, all French and France exclaims on thee,
-Doubting thy birth and lawful progeny.
-Who joint'st thou with but with a lordly nation
-That will not trust thee but for profit's sake?
-When Talbot hath set footing once in France
-And fashion'd thee that instrument of ill,
-Who then but English Henry will be lord
-And thou be thrust out like a fugitive?
-Call we to mind, and mark but this for proof,
-Was not the Duke of Orleans thy foe?
-And was he not in England prisoner?
-But when they heard he was thine enemy,
-They set him free without his ransom paid,
-In spite of Burgundy and all his friends.
-See, then, thou fight'st against thy countrymen
-And joint'st with them will be thy slaughtermen.
-Come, come, return; return, thou wandering lord:
-Charles and the rest will take thee in their arms.
-
- -BURGUNDY -
-I am vanquished; these haughty words of hers
-Have batter'd me like roaring cannon-shot,
-And made me almost yield upon my knees.
-Forgive me, country, and sweet countrymen,
-And, lords, accept this hearty kind embrace:
-My forces and my power of men are yours:
-So farewell, Talbot; I'll no longer trust thee.
-
- -JOAN LA PUCELLE -
-[Aside] Done like a Frenchman: turn, and turn again!
-
- -CHARLES -
-Welcome, brave duke! thy friendship makes us fresh.
-
- -BASTARD OF ORLEANS -
-And doth beget new courage in our breasts.
-
- -ALENCON -
-Pucelle hath bravely play'd her part in this,
-And doth deserve a coronet of gold.
-
- -CHARLES -
-Now let us on, my lords, and join our powers,
-And seek how we may prejudice the foe.
-

Exeunt

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SCENE IV. Paris. The palace.

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-Enter KING HENRY VI, GLOUCESTER, BISHOP OF WINCHESTER, YORK, SUFFOLK, SOMERSET, WARWICK, EXETER, VERNON BASSET, and others. To them with his Soldiers, TALBOT -
- -TALBOT -
-My gracious prince, and honourable peers,
-Hearing of your arrival in this realm,
-I have awhile given truce unto my wars,
-To do my duty to my sovereign:
-In sign, whereof, this arm, that hath reclaim'd
-To your obedience fifty fortresses,
-Twelve cities and seven walled towns of strength,
-Beside five hundred prisoners of esteem,
-Lets fall his sword before your highness' feet,
-And with submissive loyalty of heart
-Ascribes the glory of his conquest got
-First to my God and next unto your grace.
-

Kneels

-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-Is this the Lord Talbot, uncle Gloucester,
-That hath so long been resident in France?
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-Yes, if it please your majesty, my liege.
-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-Welcome, brave captain and victorious lord!
-When I was young, as yet I am not old,
-I do remember how my father said
-A stouter champion never handled sword.
-Long since we were resolved of your truth,
-Your faithful service and your toil in war;
-Yet never have you tasted our reward,
-Or been reguerdon'd with so much as thanks,
-Because till now we never saw your face:
-Therefore, stand up; and, for these good deserts,
-We here create you Earl of Shrewsbury;
-And in our coronation take your place.
-

Sennet. Flourish. Exeunt all but VERNON and BASSET

-
- -VERNON -
-Now, sir, to you, that were so hot at sea,
-Disgracing of these colours that I wear
-In honour of my noble Lord of York:
-Darest thou maintain the former words thou spakest?
-
- -BASSET -
-Yes, sir; as well as you dare patronage
-The envious barking of your saucy tongue
-Against my lord the Duke of Somerset.
-
- -VERNON -
-Sirrah, thy lord I honour as he is.
-
- -BASSET -
-Why, what is he? as good a man as York.
-
- -VERNON -
-Hark ye; not so: in witness, take ye that.
-

Strikes him

-
- -BASSET -
-Villain, thou know'st the law of arms is such
-That whoso draws a sword, 'tis present death,
-Or else this blow should broach thy dearest blood.
-But I'll unto his majesty, and crave
-I may have liberty to venge this wrong;
-When thou shalt see I'll meet thee to thy cost.
-
- -VERNON -
-Well, miscreant, I'll be there as soon as you;
-And, after, meet you sooner than you would.
-

Exeunt

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SCENE I. Paris. A hall of state.

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-Enter KING HENRY VI, GLOUCESTER, BISHOP OF WINCHESTER, YORK, SUFFOLK, SOMERSET, WARWICK, TALBOT, EXETER, the Governor, of Paris, and others -
- -GLOUCESTER -
-Lord bishop, set the crown upon his head.
-BISHOP
-
- -OF WINCHESTER -
-God save King Henry, of that name the sixth!
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-Now, governor of Paris, take your oath,
-That you elect no other king but him;
-Esteem none friends but such as are his friends,
-And none your foes but such as shall pretend
-Malicious practises against his state:
-This shall ye do, so help you righteous God!
-

Enter FASTOLFE

-
- -FASTOLFE -
-My gracious sovereign, as I rode from Calais,
-To haste unto your coronation,
-A letter was deliver'd to my hands,
-Writ to your grace from the Duke of Burgundy.
-
- -TALBOT -
-Shame to the Duke of Burgundy and thee!
-I vow'd, base knight, when I did meet thee next,
-To tear the garter from thy craven's leg,
-

Plucking it off

-Which I have done, because unworthily
-Thou wast installed in that high degree.
-Pardon me, princely Henry, and the rest
-This dastard, at the battle of Patay,
-When but in all I was six thousand strong
-And that the French were almost ten to one,
-Before we met or that a stroke was given,
-Like to a trusty squire did run away:
-In which assault we lost twelve hundred men;
-Myself and divers gentlemen beside
-Were there surprised and taken prisoners.
-Then judge, great lords, if I have done amiss;
-Or whether that such cowards ought to wear
-This ornament of knighthood, yea or no.
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-To say the truth, this fact was infamous
-And ill beseeming any common man,
-Much more a knight, a captain and a leader.
-
- -TALBOT -
-When first this order was ordain'd, my lords,
-Knights of the garter were of noble birth,
-Valiant and virtuous, full of haughty courage,
-Such as were grown to credit by the wars;
-Not fearing death, nor shrinking for distress,
-But always resolute in most extremes.
-He then that is not furnish'd in this sort
-Doth but usurp the sacred name of knight,
-Profaning this most honourable order,
-And should, if I were worthy to be judge,
-Be quite degraded, like a hedge-born swain
-That doth presume to boast of gentle blood.
-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-Stain to thy countrymen, thou hear'st thy doom!
-Be packing, therefore, thou that wast a knight:
-Henceforth we banish thee, on pain of death.
-

Exit FASTOLFE

-And now, my lord protector, view the letter
-Sent from our uncle Duke of Burgundy.
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-What means his grace, that he hath changed his style?
-No more but, plain and bluntly, 'To the king!'
-Hath he forgot he is his sovereign?
-Or doth this churlish superscription
-Pretend some alteration in good will?
-What's here?
-

Reads

-'I have, upon especial cause,
-Moved with compassion of my country's wreck,
-Together with the pitiful complaints
-Of such as your oppression feeds upon,
-Forsaken your pernicious faction
-And join'd with Charles, the rightful King of France.'
-O monstrous treachery! can this be so,
-That in alliance, amity and oaths,
-There should be found such false dissembling guile?
-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-What! doth my uncle Burgundy revolt?
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-He doth, my lord, and is become your foe.
-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-Is that the worst this letter doth contain?
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-It is the worst, and all, my lord, he writes.
-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-Why, then, Lord Talbot there shall talk with him
-And give him chastisement for this abuse.
-How say you, my lord? are you not content?
-
- -TALBOT -
-Content, my liege! yes, but that I am prevented,
-I should have begg'd I might have been employ'd.
-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-Then gather strength and march unto him straight:
-Let him perceive how ill we brook his treason
-And what offence it is to flout his friends.
-
- -TALBOT -
-I go, my lord, in heart desiring still
-You may behold confusion of your foes.
-

Exit

-

Enter VERNON and BASSET

-
- -VERNON -
-Grant me the combat, gracious sovereign.
-
- -BASSET -
-And me, my lord, grant me the combat too.
-
- -YORK -
-This is my servant: hear him, noble prince.
-
- -SOMERSET -
-And this is mine: sweet Henry, favour him.
-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-Be patient, lords; and give them leave to speak.
-Say, gentlemen, what makes you thus exclaim?
-And wherefore crave you combat? or with whom?
-
- -VERNON -
-With him, my lord; for he hath done me wrong.
-
- -BASSET -
-And I with him; for he hath done me wrong.
-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-What is that wrong whereof you both complain?
-First let me know, and then I'll answer you.
-
- -BASSET -
-Crossing the sea from England into France,
-This fellow here, with envious carping tongue,
-Upbraided me about the rose I wear;
-Saying, the sanguine colour of the leaves
-Did represent my master's blushing cheeks,
-When stubbornly he did repugn the truth
-About a certain question in the law
-Argued betwixt the Duke of York and him;
-With other vile and ignominious terms:
-In confutation of which rude reproach
-And in defence of my lord's worthiness,
-I crave the benefit of law of arms.
-
- -VERNON -
-And that is my petition, noble lord:
-For though he seem with forged quaint conceit
-To set a gloss upon his bold intent,
-Yet know, my lord, I was provoked by him;
-And he first took exceptions at this badge,
-Pronouncing that the paleness of this flower
-Bewray'd the faintness of my master's heart.
-
- -YORK -
-Will not this malice, Somerset, be left?
-
- -SOMERSET -
-Your private grudge, my Lord of York, will out,
-Though ne'er so cunningly you smother it.
-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-Good Lord, what madness rules in brainsick men,
-When for so slight and frivolous a cause
-Such factious emulations shall arise!
-Good cousins both, of York and Somerset,
-Quiet yourselves, I pray, and be at peace.
-
- -YORK -
-Let this dissension first be tried by fight,
-And then your highness shall command a peace.
-
- -SOMERSET -
-The quarrel toucheth none but us alone;
-Betwixt ourselves let us decide it then.
-
- -YORK -
-There is my pledge; accept it, Somerset.
-
- -VERNON -
-Nay, let it rest where it began at first.
-
- -BASSET -
-Confirm it so, mine honourable lord.
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-Confirm it so! Confounded be your strife!
-And perish ye, with your audacious prate!
-Presumptuous vassals, are you not ashamed
-With this immodest clamorous outrage
-To trouble and disturb the king and us?
-And you, my lords, methinks you do not well
-To bear with their perverse objections;
-Much less to take occasion from their mouths
-To raise a mutiny betwixt yourselves:
-Let me persuade you take a better course.
-
- -EXETER -
-It grieves his highness: good my lords, be friends.
-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-Come hither, you that would be combatants:
-Henceforth I charge you, as you love our favour,
-Quite to forget this quarrel and the cause.
-And you, my lords, remember where we are,
-In France, amongst a fickle wavering nation:
-If they perceive dissension in our looks
-And that within ourselves we disagree,
-How will their grudging stomachs be provoked
-To wilful disobedience, and rebel!
-Beside, what infamy will there arise,
-When foreign princes shall be certified
-That for a toy, a thing of no regard,
-King Henry's peers and chief nobility
-Destroy'd themselves, and lost the realm of France!
-O, think upon the conquest of my father,
-My tender years, and let us not forego
-That for a trifle that was bought with blood
-Let me be umpire in this doubtful strife.
-I see no reason, if I wear this rose,
-

Putting on a red rose

-That any one should therefore be suspicious
-I more incline to Somerset than York:
-Both are my kinsmen, and I love them both:
-As well they may upbraid me with my crown,
-Because, forsooth, the king of Scots is crown'd.
-But your discretions better can persuade
-Than I am able to instruct or teach:
-And therefore, as we hither came in peace,
-So let us still continue peace and love.
-Cousin of York, we institute your grace
-To be our regent in these parts of France:
-And, good my Lord of Somerset, unite
-Your troops of horsemen with his bands of foot;
-And, like true subjects, sons of your progenitors,
-Go cheerfully together and digest.
-Your angry choler on your enemies.
-Ourself, my lord protector and the rest
-After some respite will return to Calais;
-From thence to England; where I hope ere long
-To be presented, by your victories,
-With Charles, Alencon and that traitorous rout.
-

Flourish. Exeunt all but YORK, WARWICK, EXETER and VERNON

-
- -WARWICK -
-My Lord of York, I promise you, the king
-Prettily, methought, did play the orator.
-
- -YORK -
-And so he did; but yet I like it not,
-In that he wears the badge of Somerset.
-
- -WARWICK -
-Tush, that was but his fancy, blame him not;
-I dare presume, sweet prince, he thought no harm.
-
- -YORK -
-An if I wist he did,--but let it rest;
-Other affairs must now be managed.
-

Exeunt all but EXETER

-
- -EXETER -
-Well didst thou, Richard, to suppress thy voice;
-For, had the passions of thy heart burst out,
-I fear we should have seen decipher'd there
-More rancorous spite, more furious raging broils,
-Than yet can be imagined or supposed.
-But howsoe'er, no simple man that sees
-This jarring discord of nobility,
-This shouldering of each other in the court,
-This factious bandying of their favourites,
-But that it doth presage some ill event.
-'Tis much when sceptres are in children's hands;
-But more when envy breeds unkind division;
-There comes the rain, there begins confusion.
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-Enter TALBOT, with trump and drum -
- -TALBOT -
-Go to the gates of Bourdeaux, trumpeter:
-Summon their general unto the wall.
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Trumpet sounds. Enter General and others, aloft

-English John Talbot, captains, calls you forth,
-Servant in arms to Harry King of England;
-And thus he would: Open your city gates;
-Be humble to us; call my sovereign yours,
-And do him homage as obedient subjects;
-And I'll withdraw me and my bloody power:
-But, if you frown upon this proffer'd peace,
-You tempt the fury of my three attendants,
-Lean famine, quartering steel, and climbing fire;
-Who in a moment even with the earth
-Shall lay your stately and air-braving towers,
-If you forsake the offer of their love.
-
- -General -
-Thou ominous and fearful owl of death,
-Our nation's terror and their bloody scourge!
-The period of thy tyranny approacheth.
-On us thou canst not enter but by death;
-For, I protest, we are well fortified
-And strong enough to issue out and fight:
-If thou retire, the Dauphin, well appointed,
-Stands with the snares of war to tangle thee:
-On either hand thee there are squadrons pitch'd,
-To wall thee from the liberty of flight;
-And no way canst thou turn thee for redress,
-But death doth front thee with apparent spoil
-And pale destruction meets thee in the face.
-Ten thousand French have ta'en the sacrament
-To rive their dangerous artillery
-Upon no Christian soul but English Talbot.
-Lo, there thou stand'st, a breathing valiant man,
-Of an invincible unconquer'd spirit!
-This is the latest glory of thy praise
-That I, thy enemy, due thee withal;
-For ere the glass, that now begins to run,
-Finish the process of his sandy hour,
-These eyes, that see thee now well coloured,
-Shall see thee wither'd, bloody, pale and dead.
-

Drum afar off

-Hark! hark! the Dauphin's drum, a warning bell,
-Sings heavy music to thy timorous soul;
-And mine shall ring thy dire departure out.
-

Exeunt General, & c

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- -TALBOT -
-He fables not; I hear the enemy:
-Out, some light horsemen, and peruse their wings.
-O, negligent and heedless discipline!
-How are we park'd and bounded in a pale,
-A little herd of England's timorous deer,
-Mazed with a yelping kennel of French curs!
-If we be English deer, be then in blood;
-Not rascal-like, to fall down with a pinch,
-But rather, moody-mad and desperate stags,
-Turn on the bloody hounds with heads of steel
-And make the cowards stand aloof at bay:
-Sell every man his life as dear as mine,
-And they shall find dear deer of us, my friends.
-God and Saint George, Talbot and England's right,
-Prosper our colours in this dangerous fight!
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-Enter a Messenger that meets YORK. Enter YORK with trumpet and many Soldiers -
- -YORK -
-Are not the speedy scouts return'd again,
-That dogg'd the mighty army of the Dauphin?
-
- -Messenger -
-They are return'd, my lord, and give it out
-That he is march'd to Bourdeaux with his power,
-To fight with Talbot: as he march'd along,
-By your espials were discovered
-Two mightier troops than that the Dauphin led,
-Which join'd with him and made their march for Bourdeaux.
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- -YORK -
-A plague upon that villain Somerset,
-That thus delays my promised supply
-Of horsemen, that were levied for this siege!
-Renowned Talbot doth expect my aid,
-And I am lowted by a traitor villain
-And cannot help the noble chevalier:
-God comfort him in this necessity!
-If he miscarry, farewell wars in France.
-

Enter Sir William LUCY

-
- -LUCY -
-Thou princely leader of our English strength,
-Never so needful on the earth of France,
-Spur to the rescue of the noble Talbot,
-Who now is girdled with a waist of iron
-And hemm'd about with grim destruction:
-To Bourdeaux, warlike duke! to Bourdeaux, York!
-Else, farewell Talbot, France, and England's honour.
-
- -YORK -
-O God, that Somerset, who in proud heart
-Doth stop my cornets, were in Talbot's place!
-So should we save a valiant gentleman
-By forfeiting a traitor and a coward.
-Mad ire and wrathful fury makes me weep,
-That thus we die, while remiss traitors sleep.
-
- -LUCY -
-O, send some succor to the distress'd lord!
-
- -YORK -
-He dies, we lose; I break my warlike word;
-We mourn, France smiles; we lose, they daily get;
-All 'long of this vile traitor Somerset.
-
- -LUCY -
-Then God take mercy on brave Talbot's soul;
-And on his son young John, who two hours since
-I met in travel toward his warlike father!
-This seven years did not Talbot see his son;
-And now they meet where both their lives are done.
-
- -YORK -
-Alas, what joy shall noble Talbot have
-To bid his young son welcome to his grave?
-Away! vexation almost stops my breath,
-That sunder'd friends greet in the hour of death.
-Lucy, farewell; no more my fortune can,
-But curse the cause I cannot aid the man.
-Maine, Blois, Poictiers, and Tours, are won away,
-'Long all of Somerset and his delay.
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Exit, with his soldiers

-
- -LUCY -
-Thus, while the vulture of sedition
-Feeds in the bosom of such great commanders,
-Sleeping neglection doth betray to loss
-The conquest of our scarce cold conqueror,
-That ever living man of memory,
-Henry the Fifth: whiles they each other cross,
-Lives, honours, lands and all hurry to loss.
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Exit

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-Enter SOMERSET, with his army; a Captain of TALBOT's with him -
- -SOMERSET -
-It is too late; I cannot send them now:
-This expedition was by York and Talbot
-Too rashly plotted: all our general force
-Might with a sally of the very town
-Be buckled with: the over-daring Talbot
-Hath sullied all his gloss of former honour
-By this unheedful, desperate, wild adventure:
-York set him on to fight and die in shame,
-That, Talbot dead, great York might bear the name.
-
- -Captain -
-Here is Sir William Lucy, who with me
-Set from our o'ermatch'd forces forth for aid.
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Enter Sir William LUCY

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- -SOMERSET -
-How now, Sir William! whither were you sent?
-
- -LUCY -
-Whither, my lord? from bought and sold Lord Talbot;
-Who, ring'd about with bold adversity,
-Cries out for noble York and Somerset,
-To beat assailing death from his weak legions:
-And whiles the honourable captain there
-Drops bloody sweat from his war-wearied limbs,
-And, in advantage lingering, looks for rescue,
-You, his false hopes, the trust of England's honour,
-Keep off aloof with worthless emulation.
-Let not your private discord keep away
-The levied succors that should lend him aid,
-While he, renowned noble gentleman,
-Yields up his life unto a world of odds:
-Orleans the Bastard, Charles, Burgundy,
-Alencon, Reignier, compass him about,
-And Talbot perisheth by your default.
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- -SOMERSET -
-York set him on; York should have sent him aid.
-
- -LUCY -
-And York as fast upon your grace exclaims;
-Swearing that you withhold his levied host,
-Collected for this expedition.
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- -SOMERSET -
-York lies; he might have sent and had the horse;
-I owe him little duty, and less love;
-And take foul scorn to fawn on him by sending.
-
- -LUCY -
-The fraud of England, not the force of France,
-Hath now entrapp'd the noble-minded Talbot:
-Never to England shall he bear his life;
-But dies, betray'd to fortune by your strife.
-
- -SOMERSET -
-Come, go; I will dispatch the horsemen straight:
-Within six hours they will be at his aid.
-
- -LUCY -
-Too late comes rescue: he is ta'en or slain;
-For fly he could not, if he would have fled;
-And fly would Talbot never, though he might.
-
- -SOMERSET -
-If he be dead, brave Talbot, then adieu!
-
- -LUCY -
-His fame lives in the world, his shame in you.
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SCENE V. The English camp near Bourdeaux.

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-Enter TALBOT and JOHN his son -
- -TALBOT -
-O young John Talbot! I did send for thee
-To tutor thee in stratagems of war,
-That Talbot's name might be in thee revived
-When sapless age and weak unable limbs
-Should bring thy father to his drooping chair.
-But, O malignant and ill-boding stars!
-Now thou art come unto a feast of death,
-A terrible and unavoided danger:
-Therefore, dear boy, mount on my swiftest horse;
-And I'll direct thee how thou shalt escape
-By sudden flight: come, dally not, be gone.
-
- -JOHN TALBOT -
-Is my name Talbot? and am I your son?
-And shall I fly? O if you love my mother,
-Dishonour not her honourable name,
-To make a bastard and a slave of me!
-The world will say, he is not Talbot's blood,
-That basely fled when noble Talbot stood.
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- -TALBOT -
-Fly, to revenge my death, if I be slain.
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- -JOHN TALBOT -
-He that flies so will ne'er return again.
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- -TALBOT -
-If we both stay, we both are sure to die.
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- -JOHN TALBOT -
-Then let me stay; and, father, do you fly:
-Your loss is great, so your regard should be;
-My worth unknown, no loss is known in me.
-Upon my death the French can little boast;
-In yours they will, in you all hopes are lost.
-Flight cannot stain the honour you have won;
-But mine it will, that no exploit have done:
-You fled for vantage, everyone will swear;
-But, if I bow, they'll say it was for fear.
-There is no hope that ever I will stay,
-If the first hour I shrink and run away.
-Here on my knee I beg mortality,
-Rather than life preserved with infamy.
-
- -TALBOT -
-Shall all thy mother's hopes lie in one tomb?
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- -JOHN TALBOT -
-Ay, rather than I'll shame my mother's womb.
-
- -TALBOT -
-Upon my blessing, I command thee go.
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- -JOHN TALBOT -
-To fight I will, but not to fly the foe.
-
- -TALBOT -
-Part of thy father may be saved in thee.
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- -JOHN TALBOT -
-No part of him but will be shame in me.
-
- -TALBOT -
-Thou never hadst renown, nor canst not lose it.
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- -JOHN TALBOT -
-Yes, your renowned name: shall flight abuse it?
-
- -TALBOT -
-Thy father's charge shall clear thee from that stain.
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- -JOHN TALBOT -
-You cannot witness for me, being slain.
-If death be so apparent, then both fly.
-
- -TALBOT -
-And leave my followers here to fight and die?
-My age was never tainted with such shame.
-
- -JOHN TALBOT -
-And shall my youth be guilty of such blame?
-No more can I be sever'd from your side,
-Than can yourself yourself in twain divide:
-Stay, go, do what you will, the like do I;
-For live I will not, if my father die.
-
- -TALBOT -
-Then here I take my leave of thee, fair son,
-Born to eclipse thy life this afternoon.
-Come, side by side together live and die.
-And soul with soul from France to heaven fly.
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-Alarum: excursions, wherein JOHN TALBOT is hemmed about, and TALBOT rescues him -
- -TALBOT -
-Saint George and victory! fight, soldiers, fight.
-The regent hath with Talbot broke his word
-And left us to the rage of France his sword.
-Where is John Talbot? Pause, and take thy breath;
-I gave thee life and rescued thee from death.
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- -JOHN TALBOT -
-O, twice my father, twice am I thy son!
-The life thou gavest me first was lost and done,
-Till with thy warlike sword, despite of late,
-To my determined time thou gavest new date.
-
- -TALBOT -
-When from the Dauphin's crest thy sword struck fire,
-It warm'd thy father's heart with proud desire
-Of bold-faced victory. Then leaden age,
-Quicken'd with youthful spleen and warlike rage,
-Beat down Alencon, Orleans, Burgundy,
-And from the pride of Gallia rescued thee.
-The ireful bastard Orleans, that drew blood
-From thee, my boy, and had the maidenhood
-Of thy first fight, I soon encountered,
-And interchanging blows I quickly shed
-Some of his bastard blood; and in disgrace
-Bespoke him thus; 'Contaminated, base
-And misbegotten blood I spill of thine,
-Mean and right poor, for that pure blood of mine
-Which thou didst force from Talbot, my brave boy:'
-Here, purposing the Bastard to destroy,
-Came in strong rescue. Speak, thy father's care,
-Art thou not weary, John? how dost thou fare?
-Wilt thou yet leave the battle, boy, and fly,
-Now thou art seal'd the son of chivalry?
-Fly, to revenge my death when I am dead:
-The help of one stands me in little stead.
-O, too much folly is it, well I wot,
-To hazard all our lives in one small boat!
-If I to-day die not with Frenchmen's rage,
-To-morrow I shall die with mickle age:
-By me they nothing gain an if I stay;
-'Tis but the shortening of my life one day:
-In thee thy mother dies, our household's name,
-My death's revenge, thy youth, and England's fame:
-All these and more we hazard by thy stay;
-All these are saved if thou wilt fly away.
-
- -JOHN TALBOT -
-The sword of Orleans hath not made me smart;
-These words of yours draw life-blood from my heart:
-On that advantage, bought with such a shame,
-To save a paltry life and slay bright fame,
-Before young Talbot from old Talbot fly,
-The coward horse that bears me fail and die!
-And like me to the peasant boys of France,
-To be shame's scorn and subject of mischance!
-Surely, by all the glory you have won,
-An if I fly, I am not Talbot's son:
-Then talk no more of flight, it is no boot;
-If son to Talbot, die at Talbot's foot.
-
- -TALBOT -
-Then follow thou thy desperate sire of Crete,
-Thou Icarus; thy life to me is sweet:
-If thou wilt fight, fight by thy father's side;
-And, commendable proved, let's die in pride.
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-Alarum: excursions. Enter TALBOT led by a Servant -
- -TALBOT -
-Where is my other life? mine own is gone;
-O, where's young Talbot? where is valiant John?
-Triumphant death, smear'd with captivity,
-Young Talbot's valour makes me smile at thee:
-When he perceived me shrink and on my knee,
-His bloody sword he brandish'd over me,
-And, like a hungry lion, did commence
-Rough deeds of rage and stern impatience;
-But when my angry guardant stood alone,
-Tendering my ruin and assail'd of none,
-Dizzy-eyed fury and great rage of heart
-Suddenly made him from my side to start
-Into the clustering battle of the French;
-And in that sea of blood my boy did drench
-His over-mounting spirit, and there died,
-My Icarus, my blossom, in his pride.
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- -Servant -
-O, my dear lord, lo, where your son is borne!
-

Enter Soldiers, with the body of JOHN TALBOT

-
- -TALBOT -
-Thou antic death, which laugh'st us here to scorn,
-Anon, from thy insulting tyranny,
-Coupled in bonds of perpetuity,
-Two Talbots, winged through the lither sky,
-In thy despite shall 'scape mortality.
-O, thou, whose wounds become hard-favour'd death,
-Speak to thy father ere thou yield thy breath!
-Brave death by speaking, whether he will or no;
-Imagine him a Frenchman and thy foe.
-Poor boy! he smiles, methinks, as who should say,
-Had death been French, then death had died to-day.
-Come, come and lay him in his father's arms:
-My spirit can no longer bear these harms.
-Soldiers, adieu! I have what I would have,
-Now my old arms are young John Talbot's grave.
-

Dies

-

Enter CHARLES, ALENCON, BURGUNDY, BASTARD OF ORLEANS, JOAN LA PUCELLE, and forces

-
- -CHARLES -
-Had York and Somerset brought rescue in,
-We should have found a bloody day of this.
-
- -BASTARD OF ORLEANS -
-How the young whelp of Talbot's, raging-wood,
-Did flesh his puny sword in Frenchmen's blood!
-
- -JOAN LA PUCELLE -
-Once I encounter'd him, and thus I said:
-'Thou maiden youth, be vanquish'd by a maid:'
-But, with a proud majestical high scorn,
-He answer'd thus: 'Young Talbot was not born
-To be the pillage of a giglot wench:'
-So, rushing in the bowels of the French,
-He left me proudly, as unworthy fight.
-
- -BURGUNDY -
-Doubtless he would have made a noble knight;
-See, where he lies inhearsed in the arms
-Of the most bloody nurser of his harms!
-
- -BASTARD OF ORLEANS -
-Hew them to pieces, hack their bones asunder
-Whose life was England's glory, Gallia's wonder.
-
- -CHARLES -
-O, no, forbear! for that which we have fled
-During the life, let us not wrong it dead.
-

Enter Sir William LUCY, attended; Herald of the French preceding

-
- -LUCY -
-Herald, conduct me to the Dauphin's tent,
-To know who hath obtained the glory of the day.
-
- -CHARLES -
-On what submissive message art thou sent?
-
- -LUCY -
-Submission, Dauphin! 'tis a mere French word;
-We English warriors wot not what it means.
-I come to know what prisoners thou hast ta'en
-And to survey the bodies of the dead.
-
- -CHARLES -
-For prisoners ask'st thou? hell our prison is.
-But tell me whom thou seek'st.
-
- -LUCY -
-But where's the great Alcides of the field,
-Valiant Lord Talbot, Earl of Shrewsbury,
-Created, for his rare success in arms,
-Great Earl of Washford, Waterford and Valence;
-Lord Talbot of Goodrig and Urchinfield,
-Lord Strange of Blackmere, Lord Verdun of Alton,
-Lord Cromwell of Wingfield, Lord Furnival of Sheffield,
-The thrice-victorious Lord of Falconbridge;
-Knight of the noble order of Saint George,
-Worthy Saint Michael and the Golden Fleece;
-Great marshal to Henry the Sixth
-Of all his wars within the realm of France?
-
- -JOAN LA PUCELLE -
-Here is a silly stately style indeed!
-The Turk, that two and fifty kingdoms hath,
-Writes not so tedious a style as this.
-Him that thou magnifiest with all these titles
-Stinking and fly-blown lies here at our feet.
-
- -LUCY -
-Is Talbot slain, the Frenchmen's only scourge,
-Your kingdom's terror and black Nemesis?
-O, were mine eyeballs into bullets turn'd,
-That I in rage might shoot them at your faces!
-O, that I could but call these dead to life!
-It were enough to fright the realm of France:
-Were but his picture left amongst you here,
-It would amaze the proudest of you all.
-Give me their bodies, that I may bear them hence
-And give them burial as beseems their worth.
-
- -JOAN LA PUCELLE -
-I think this upstart is old Talbot's ghost,
-He speaks with such a proud commanding spirit.
-For God's sake let him have 'em; to keep them here,
-They would but stink, and putrefy the air.
-
- -CHARLES -
-Go, take their bodies hence.
-
- -LUCY -
-I'll bear them hence; but from their ashes shall be rear'd
-A phoenix that shall make all France afeard.
-
- -CHARLES -
-So we be rid of them, do with 'em what thou wilt.
-And now to Paris, in this conquering vein:
-All will be ours, now bloody Talbot's slain.
-

Exeunt

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-Sennet. Enter KING HENRY VI, GLOUCESTER, and EXETER -
- -KING HENRY VI -
-Have you perused the letters from the pope,
-The emperor and the Earl of Armagnac?
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-I have, my lord: and their intent is this:
-They humbly sue unto your excellence
-To have a godly peace concluded of
-Between the realms of England and of France.
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- -KING HENRY VI -
-How doth your grace affect their motion?
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- -GLOUCESTER -
-Well, my good lord; and as the only means
-To stop effusion of our Christian blood
-And 'stablish quietness on every side.
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- -KING HENRY VI -
-Ay, marry, uncle; for I always thought
-It was both impious and unnatural
-That such immanity and bloody strife
-Should reign among professors of one faith.
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-Beside, my lord, the sooner to effect
-And surer bind this knot of amity,
-The Earl of Armagnac, near knit to Charles,
-A man of great authority in France,
-Proffers his only daughter to your grace
-In marriage, with a large and sumptuous dowry.
-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-Marriage, uncle! alas, my years are young!
-And fitter is my study and my books
-Than wanton dalliance with a paramour.
-Yet call the ambassador; and, as you please,
-So let them have their answers every one:
-I shall be well content with any choice
-Tends to God's glory and my country's weal.
-

Enter CARDINAL OF WINCHESTER in Cardinal's habit, a Legate and two Ambassadors

-
- -EXETER -
-What! is my Lord of Winchester install'd,
-And call'd unto a cardinal's degree?
-Then I perceive that will be verified
-Henry the Fifth did sometime prophesy,
-'If once he come to be a cardinal,
-He'll make his cap co-equal with the crown.'
-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-My lords ambassadors, your several suits
-Have been consider'd and debated on.
-And therefore are we certainly resolved
-To draw conditions of a friendly peace;
-Which by my Lord of Winchester we mean
-Shall be transported presently to France.
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-And for the proffer of my lord your master,
-I have inform'd his highness so at large
-As liking of the lady's virtuous gifts,
-Her beauty and the value of her dower,
-He doth intend she shall be England's queen.
-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-In argument and proof of which contract,
-Bear her this jewel, pledge of my affection.
-And so, my lord protector, see them guarded
-And safely brought to Dover; where inshipp'd
-Commit them to the fortune of the sea.
-

Exeunt all but CARDINAL OF WINCHESTER and Legate

-CARDINAL
-
- -OF WINCHESTER -
-Stay, my lord legate: you shall first receive
-The sum of money which I promised
-Should be deliver'd to his holiness
-For clothing me in these grave ornaments.
-
- -Legate -
-I will attend upon your lordship's leisure.
-CARDINAL
-
- -OF WINCHESTER -
-[Aside] Now Winchester will not submit, I trow,
-Or be inferior to the proudest peer.
-Humphrey of Gloucester, thou shalt well perceive
-That, neither in birth or for authority,
-The bishop will be overborne by thee:
-I'll either make thee stoop and bend thy knee,
-Or sack this country with a mutiny.
-

Exeunt

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-Enter CHARLES, BURGUNDY, ALENCON, BASTARD OF ORLEANS, REIGNIER, JOAN LA PUCELLE, and forces -
- -CHARLES -
-These news, my lord, may cheer our drooping spirits:
-'Tis said the stout Parisians do revolt
-And turn again unto the warlike French.
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- -ALENCON -
-Then march to Paris, royal Charles of France,
-And keep not back your powers in dalliance.
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- -JOAN LA PUCELLE -
-Peace be amongst them, if they turn to us;
-Else, ruin combat with their palaces!
-

Enter Scout

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- -Scout -
-Success unto our valiant general,
-And happiness to his accomplices!
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- -CHARLES -
-What tidings send our scouts? I prithee, speak.
-
- -Scout -
-The English army, that divided was
-Into two parties, is now conjoined in one,
-And means to give you battle presently.
-
- -CHARLES -
-Somewhat too sudden, sirs, the warning is;
-But we will presently provide for them.
-
- -BURGUNDY -
-I trust the ghost of Talbot is not there:
-Now he is gone, my lord, you need not fear.
-
- -JOAN LA PUCELLE -
-Of all base passions, fear is most accursed.
-Command the conquest, Charles, it shall be thine,
-Let Henry fret and all the world repine.
-
- -CHARLES -
-Then on, my lords; and France be fortunate!
-

Exeunt

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SCENE III. Before Angiers.

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-Alarum. Excursions. Enter JOAN LA PUCELLE -
- -JOAN LA PUCELLE -
-The regent conquers, and the Frenchmen fly.
-Now help, ye charming spells and periapts;
-And ye choice spirits that admonish me
-And give me signs of future accidents.
-

Thunder

-You speedy helpers, that are substitutes
-Under the lordly monarch of the north,
-Appear and aid me in this enterprise.
-

Enter Fiends

-This speedy and quick appearance argues proof
-Of your accustom'd diligence to me.
-Now, ye familiar spirits, that are cull'd
-Out of the powerful regions under earth,
-Help me this once, that France may get the field.
-

They walk, and speak not

-O, hold me not with silence over-long!
-Where I was wont to feed you with my blood,
-I'll lop a member off and give it you
-In earnest of further benefit,
-So you do condescend to help me now.
-

They hang their heads

-No hope to have redress? My body shall
-Pay recompense, if you will grant my suit.
-

They shake their heads

-Cannot my body nor blood-sacrifice
-Entreat you to your wonted furtherance?
-Then take my soul, my body, soul and all,
-Before that England give the French the foil.
-

They depart

-See, they forsake me! Now the time is come
-That France must vail her lofty-plumed crest
-And let her head fall into England's lap.
-My ancient incantations are too weak,
-And hell too strong for me to buckle with:
-Now, France, thy glory droopeth to the dust.
-

Exit

-

Excursions. Re-enter JOAN LA PUCELLE fighting hand to hand with YORK. JOAN LA PUCELLE is taken. The French fly.

-
- -YORK -
-Damsel of France, I think I have you fast:
-Unchain your spirits now with spelling charms
-And try if they can gain your liberty.
-A goodly prize, fit for the devil's grace!
-See, how the ugly wench doth bend her brows,
-As if with Circe she would change my shape!
-
- -JOAN LA PUCELLE -
-Changed to a worser shape thou canst not be.
-
- -YORK -
-O, Charles the Dauphin is a proper man;
-No shape but his can please your dainty eye.
-
- -JOAN LA PUCELLE -
-A plaguing mischief light on Charles and thee!
-And may ye both be suddenly surprised
-By bloody hands, in sleeping on your beds!
-
- -YORK -
-Fell banning hag, enchantress, hold thy tongue!
-
- -JOAN LA PUCELLE -
-I prithee, give me leave to curse awhile.
-
- -YORK -
-Curse, miscreant, when thou comest to the stake.
-

Exeunt

-

Alarum. Enter SUFFOLK with MARGARET in his hand

-
- -SUFFOLK -
-Be what thou wilt, thou art my prisoner.
-

Gazes on her

-O fairest beauty, do not fear nor fly!
-For I will touch thee but with reverent hands;
-I kiss these fingers for eternal peace,
-And lay them gently on thy tender side.
-Who art thou? say, that I may honour thee.
-
- -MARGARET -
-Margaret my name, and daughter to a king,
-The King of Naples, whosoe'er thou art.
-
- -SUFFOLK -
-An earl I am, and Suffolk am I call'd.
-Be not offended, nature's miracle,
-Thou art allotted to be ta'en by me:
-So doth the swan her downy cygnets save,
-Keeping them prisoner underneath her wings.
-Yet, if this servile usage once offend.
-Go, and be free again, as Suffolk's friend.
-

She is going

-O, stay! I have no power to let her pass;
-My hand would free her, but my heart says no
-As plays the sun upon the glassy streams,
-Twinkling another counterfeited beam,
-So seems this gorgeous beauty to mine eyes.
-Fain would I woo her, yet I dare not speak:
-I'll call for pen and ink, and write my mind.
-Fie, de la Pole! disable not thyself;
-Hast not a tongue? is she not here?
-Wilt thou be daunted at a woman's sight?
-Ay, beauty's princely majesty is such,
-Confounds the tongue and makes the senses rough.
-
- -MARGARET -
-Say, Earl of Suffolk--if thy name be so--
-What ransom must I pay before I pass?
-For I perceive I am thy prisoner.
-
- -SUFFOLK -
-How canst thou tell she will deny thy suit,
-Before thou make a trial of her love?
-
- -MARGARET -
-Why speak'st thou not? what ransom must I pay?
-
- -SUFFOLK -
-She's beautiful, and therefore to be woo'd;
-She is a woman, therefore to be won.
-
- -MARGARET -
-Wilt thou accept of ransom? yea, or no.
-
- -SUFFOLK -
-Fond man, remember that thou hast a wife;
-Then how can Margaret be thy paramour?
-
- -MARGARET -
-I were best to leave him, for he will not hear.
-
- -SUFFOLK -
-There all is marr'd; there lies a cooling card.
-
- -MARGARET -
-He talks at random; sure, the man is mad.
-
- -SUFFOLK -
-And yet a dispensation may be had.
-
- -MARGARET -
-And yet I would that you would answer me.
-
- -SUFFOLK -
-I'll win this Lady Margaret. For whom?
-Why, for my king: tush, that's a wooden thing!
-
- -MARGARET -
-He talks of wood: it is some carpenter.
-
- -SUFFOLK -
-Yet so my fancy may be satisfied,
-And peace established between these realms
-But there remains a scruple in that too;
-For though her father be the King of Naples,
-Duke of Anjou and Maine, yet is he poor,
-And our nobility will scorn the match.
-
- -MARGARET -
-Hear ye, captain, are you not at leisure?
-
- -SUFFOLK -
-It shall be so, disdain they ne'er so much.
-Henry is youthful and will quickly yield.
-Madam, I have a secret to reveal.
-
- -MARGARET -
-What though I be enthrall'd? he seems a knight,
-And will not any way dishonour me.
-
- -SUFFOLK -
-Lady, vouchsafe to listen what I say.
-
- -MARGARET -
-Perhaps I shall be rescued by the French;
-And then I need not crave his courtesy.
-
- -SUFFOLK -
-Sweet madam, give me a hearing in a cause--
-
- -MARGARET -
-Tush, women have been captivate ere now.
-
- -SUFFOLK -
-Lady, wherefore talk you so?
-
- -MARGARET -
-I cry you mercy, 'tis but Quid for Quo.
-
- -SUFFOLK -
-Say, gentle princess, would you not suppose
-Your bondage happy, to be made a queen?
-
- -MARGARET -
-To be a queen in bondage is more vile
-Than is a slave in base servility;
-For princes should be free.
-
- -SUFFOLK -
-And so shall you,
-If happy England's royal king be free.
-
- -MARGARET -
-Why, what concerns his freedom unto me?
-
- -SUFFOLK -
-I'll undertake to make thee Henry's queen,
-To put a golden sceptre in thy hand
-And set a precious crown upon thy head,
-If thou wilt condescend to be my--
-
- -MARGARET -
-What?
-
- -SUFFOLK -
-His love.
-
- -MARGARET -
-I am unworthy to be Henry's wife.
-
- -SUFFOLK -
-No, gentle madam; I unworthy am
-To woo so fair a dame to be his wife,
-And have no portion in the choice myself.
-How say you, madam, are ye so content?
-
- -MARGARET -
-An if my father please, I am content.
-
- -SUFFOLK -
-Then call our captains and our colours forth.
-And, madam, at your father's castle walls
-We'll crave a parley, to confer with him.
-

A parley sounded. Enter REIGNIER on the walls

-See, Reignier, see, thy daughter prisoner!
-
- -REIGNIER -
-To whom?
-
- -SUFFOLK -
- To me.
-
- -REIGNIER -
- Suffolk, what remedy?
-I am a soldier, and unapt to weep,
-Or to exclaim on fortune's fickleness.
-
- -SU FFOLK -
-Yes, there is remedy enough, my lord:
-Consent, and for thy honour give consent,
-Thy daughter shall be wedded to my king;
-Whom I with pain have woo'd and won thereto;
-And this her easy-held imprisonment
-Hath gained thy daughter princely liberty.
-
- -REIGNIER -
-Speaks Suffolk as he thinks?
-
- -SUFFOLK -
-Fair Margaret knows
-That Suffolk doth not flatter, face, or feign.
-
- -REIGNIER -
-Upon thy princely warrant, I descend
-To give thee answer of thy just demand.
-

Exit from the walls

-
- -SUFFOLK -
-And here I will expect thy coming.
-

Trumpets sound. Enter REIGNIER, below

-
- -REIGNIER -
-Welcome, brave earl, into our territories:
-Command in Anjou what your honour pleases.
-
- -SUFFOLK -
-Thanks, Reignier, happy for so sweet a child,
-Fit to be made companion with a king:
-What answer makes your grace unto my suit?
-
- -REIGNIER -
-Since thou dost deign to woo her little worth
-To be the princely bride of such a lord;
-Upon condition I may quietly
-Enjoy mine own, the country Maine and Anjou,
-Free from oppression or the stroke of war,
-My daughter shall be Henry's, if he please.
-
- -SUFFOLK -
-That is her ransom; I deliver her;
-And those two counties I will undertake
-Your grace shall well and quietly enjoy.
-
- -REIGNIER -
-And I again, in Henry's royal name,
-As deputy unto that gracious king,
-Give thee her hand, for sign of plighted faith.
-
- -SUFFOLK -
-Reignier of France, I give thee kingly thanks,
-Because this is in traffic of a king.
-

Aside

-And yet, methinks, I could be well content
-To be mine own attorney in this case.
-I'll over then to England with this news,
-And make this marriage to be solemnized.
-So farewell, Reignier: set this diamond safe
-In golden palaces, as it becomes.
-
- -REIGNIER -
-I do embrace thee, as I would embrace
-The Christian prince, King Henry, were he here.
-
- -MARGARET -
-Farewell, my lord: good wishes, praise and prayers
-Shall Suffolk ever have of Margaret.
-

Going

-
- -SUFFOLK -
-Farewell, sweet madam: but hark you, Margaret;
-No princely commendations to my king?
-
- -MARGARET -
-Such commendations as becomes a maid,
-A virgin and his servant, say to him.
-
- -SUFFOLK -
-Words sweetly placed and modestly directed.
-But madam, I must trouble you again;
-No loving token to his majesty?
-
- -MARGARET -
-Yes, my good lord, a pure unspotted heart,
-Never yet taint with love, I send the king.
-
- -SUFFOLK -
-And this withal.
-

Kisses her

-
- -MARGARET -
-That for thyself: I will not so presume
-To send such peevish tokens to a king.
-

Exeunt REIGNIER and MARGARET

-
- -SUFFOLK -
-O, wert thou for myself! But, Suffolk, stay;
-Thou mayst not wander in that labyrinth;
-There Minotaurs and ugly treasons lurk.
-Solicit Henry with her wondrous praise:
-Bethink thee on her virtues that surmount,
-And natural graces that extinguish art;
-Repeat their semblance often on the seas,
-That, when thou comest to kneel at Henry's feet,
-Thou mayst bereave him of his wits with wonder.
-

Exit

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-Enter YORK, WARWICK, and others -
- -YORK -
-Bring forth that sorceress condemn'd to burn.
-

Enter JOAN LA PUCELLE, guarded, and a Shepherd

-
- -Shepherd -
-Ah, Joan, this kills thy father's heart outright!
-Have I sought every country far and near,
-And, now it is my chance to find thee out,
-Must I behold thy timeless cruel death?
-Ah, Joan, sweet daughter Joan, I'll die with thee!
-
- -JOAN LA PUCELLE -
-Decrepit miser! base ignoble wretch!
-I am descended of a gentler blood:
-Thou art no father nor no friend of mine.
-
- -Shepherd -
-Out, out! My lords, an please you, 'tis not so;
-I did beget her, all the parish knows:
-Her mother liveth yet, can testify
-She was the first fruit of my bachelorship.
-
- -WARWICK -
-Graceless! wilt thou deny thy parentage?
-
- -YORK -
-This argues what her kind of life hath been,
-Wicked and vile; and so her death concludes.
-
- -Shepherd -
-Fie, Joan, that thou wilt be so obstacle!
-God knows thou art a collop of my flesh;
-And for thy sake have I shed many a tear:
-Deny me not, I prithee, gentle Joan.
-
- -JOAN LA PUCELLE -
-Peasant, avaunt! You have suborn'd this man,
-Of purpose to obscure my noble birth.
-
- -Shepherd -
-'Tis true, I gave a noble to the priest
-The morn that I was wedded to her mother.
-Kneel down and take my blessing, good my girl.
-Wilt thou not stoop? Now cursed be the time
-Of thy nativity! I would the milk
-Thy mother gave thee when thou suck'dst her breast,
-Had been a little ratsbane for thy sake!
-Or else, when thou didst keep my lambs a-field,
-I wish some ravenous wolf had eaten thee!
-Dost thou deny thy father, cursed drab?
-O, burn her, burn her! hanging is too good.
-

Exit

-
- -YORK -
-Take her away; for she hath lived too long,
-To fill the world with vicious qualities.
-
- -JOAN LA PUCELLE -
-First, let me tell you whom you have condemn'd:
-Not me begotten of a shepherd swain,
-But issued from the progeny of kings;
-Virtuous and holy; chosen from above,
-By inspiration of celestial grace,
-To work exceeding miracles on earth.
-I never had to do with wicked spirits:
-But you, that are polluted with your lusts,
-Stain'd with the guiltless blood of innocents,
-Corrupt and tainted with a thousand vices,
-Because you want the grace that others have,
-You judge it straight a thing impossible
-To compass wonders but by help of devils.
-No, misconceived! Joan of Arc hath been
-A virgin from her tender infancy,
-Chaste and immaculate in very thought;
-Whose maiden blood, thus rigorously effused,
-Will cry for vengeance at the gates of heaven.
-
- -YORK -
-Ay, ay: away with her to execution!
-
- -WARWICK -
-And hark ye, sirs; because she is a maid,
-Spare for no faggots, let there be enow:
-Place barrels of pitch upon the fatal stake,
-That so her torture may be shortened.
-
- -JOAN LA PUCELLE -
-Will nothing turn your unrelenting hearts?
-Then, Joan, discover thine infirmity,
-That warranteth by law to be thy privilege.
-I am with child, ye bloody homicides:
-Murder not then the fruit within my womb,
-Although ye hale me to a violent death.
-
- -YORK -
-Now heaven forfend! the holy maid with child!
-
- -WARWICK -
-The greatest miracle that e'er ye wrought:
-Is all your strict preciseness come to this?
-
- -YORK -
-She and the Dauphin have been juggling:
-I did imagine what would be her refuge.
-
- -WARWICK -
-Well, go to; we'll have no bastards live;
-Especially since Charles must father it.
-
- -JOAN LA PUCELLE -
-You are deceived; my child is none of his:
-It was Alencon that enjoy'd my love.
-
- -YORK -
-Alencon! that notorious Machiavel!
-It dies, an if it had a thousand lives.
-
- -JOAN LA PUCELLE -
-O, give me leave, I have deluded you:
-'Twas neither Charles nor yet the duke I named,
-But Reignier, king of Naples, that prevail'd.
-
- -WARWICK -
-A married man! that's most intolerable.
-
- -YORK -
-Why, here's a girl! I think she knows not well,
-There were so many, whom she may accuse.
-
- -WARWICK -
-It's sign she hath been liberal and free.
-
- -YORK -
-And yet, forsooth, she is a virgin pure.
-Strumpet, thy words condemn thy brat and thee:
-Use no entreaty, for it is in vain.
-
- -JOAN LA PUCELLE -
-Then lead me hence; with whom I leave my curse:
-May never glorious sun reflex his beams
-Upon the country where you make abode;
-But darkness and the gloomy shade of death
-Environ you, till mischief and despair
-Drive you to break your necks or hang yourselves!
-

Exit, guarded

-
- -YORK -
-Break thou in pieces and consume to ashes,
-Thou foul accursed minister of hell!
-

Enter CARDINAL OF WINCHESTER, attended

-CARDINAL
-
- -OF WINCHESTER -
-Lord regent, I do greet your excellence
-With letters of commission from the king.
-For know, my lords, the states of Christendom,
-Moved with remorse of these outrageous broils,
-Have earnestly implored a general peace
-Betwixt our nation and the aspiring French;
-And here at hand the Dauphin and his train
-Approacheth, to confer about some matter.
-
- -YORK -
- Is all our travail turn'd to this effect?
-After the slaughter of so many peers,
-So many captains, gentlemen and soldiers,
-That in this quarrel have been overthrown
-And sold their bodies for their country's benefit,
-Shall we at last conclude effeminate peace?
-Have we not lost most part of all the towns,
-By treason, falsehood and by treachery,
-Our great progenitors had conquered?
-O Warwick, Warwick! I foresee with grief
-The utter loss of all the realm of France.
-
- -WARWICK -
-Be patient, York: if we conclude a peace,
-It shall be with such strict and severe covenants
-As little shall the Frenchmen gain thereby.
-

Enter CHARLES, ALENCON, BASTARD OF ORLEANS, REIGNIER, and others

-
- -CHARLES -
-Since, lords of England, it is thus agreed
-That peaceful truce shall be proclaim'd in France,
-We come to be informed by yourselves
-What the conditions of that league must be.
-
- -YORK -
-Speak, Winchester; for boiling choler chokes
-The hollow passage of my poison'd voice,
-By sight of these our baleful enemies.
-CARDINAL
-
- -OF WINCHESTER -
-Charles, and the rest, it is enacted thus:
-That, in regard King Henry gives consent,
-Of mere compassion and of lenity,
-To ease your country of distressful war,
-And suffer you to breathe in fruitful peace,
-You shall become true liegemen to his crown:
-And Charles, upon condition thou wilt swear
-To pay him tribute, submit thyself,
-Thou shalt be placed as viceroy under him,
-And still enjoy thy regal dignity.
-
- -ALENCON -
-Must he be then as shadow of himself?
-Adorn his temples with a coronet,
-And yet, in substance and authority,
-Retain but privilege of a private man?
-This proffer is absurd and reasonless.
-
- -CHARLES -
-'Tis known already that I am possess'd
-With more than half the Gallian territories,
-And therein reverenced for their lawful king:
-Shall I, for lucre of the rest unvanquish'd,
-Detract so much from that prerogative,
-As to be call'd but viceroy of the whole?
-No, lord ambassador, I'll rather keep
-That which I have than, coveting for more,
-Be cast from possibility of all.
-
- -YORK -
-Insulting Charles! hast thou by secret means
-Used intercession to obtain a league,
-And, now the matter grows to compromise,
-Stand'st thou aloof upon comparison?
-Either accept the title thou usurp'st,
-Of benefit proceeding from our king
-And not of any challenge of desert,
-Or we will plague thee with incessant wars.
-
- -REIGNIER -
-My lord, you do not well in obstinacy
-To cavil in the course of this contract:
-If once it be neglected, ten to one
-We shall not find like opportunity.
-
- -ALENCON -
-To say the truth, it is your policy
-To save your subjects from such massacre
-And ruthless slaughters as are daily seen
-By our proceeding in hostility;
-And therefore take this compact of a truce,
-Although you break it when your pleasure serves.
-
- -WARWICK -
-How say'st thou, Charles? shall our condition stand?
-
- -CHARLES -
-It shall;
-Only reserved, you claim no interest
-In any of our towns of garrison.
-
- -YORK -
-Then swear allegiance to his majesty,
-As thou art knight, never to disobey
-Nor be rebellious to the crown of England,
-Thou, nor thy nobles, to the crown of England.
-So, now dismiss your army when ye please:
-Hang up your ensign, let your drums be still,
-For here we entertain a solemn peace.
-

Exeunt

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-Enter SUFFOLK in conference with KING HENRY VI, GLOUCESTER and EXETER -
- -KING HENRY VI -
-Your wondrous rare description, noble earl,
-Of beauteous Margaret hath astonish'd me:
-Her virtues graced with external gifts
-Do breed love's settled passions in my heart:
-And like as rigor of tempestuous gusts
-Provokes the mightiest hulk against the tide,
-So am I driven by breath of her renown
-Either to suffer shipwreck or arrive
-Where I may have fruition of her love.
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- -SUFFOLK -
-Tush, my good lord, this superficial tale
-Is but a preface of her worthy praise;
-The chief perfections of that lovely dame
-Had I sufficient skill to utter them,
-Would make a volume of enticing lines,
-Able to ravish any dull conceit:
-And, which is more, she is not so divine,
-So full-replete with choice of all delights,
-But with as humble lowliness of mind
-She is content to be at your command;
-Command, I mean, of virtuous chaste intents,
-To love and honour Henry as her lord.
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- -KING HENRY VI -
-And otherwise will Henry ne'er presume.
-Therefore, my lord protector, give consent
-That Margaret may be England's royal queen.
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- -GLOUCESTER -
-So should I give consent to flatter sin.
-You know, my lord, your highness is betroth'd
-Unto another lady of esteem:
-How shall we then dispense with that contract,
-And not deface your honour with reproach?
-
- -SUFFOLK -
-As doth a ruler with unlawful oaths;
-Or one that, at a triumph having vow'd
-To try his strength, forsaketh yet the lists
-By reason of his adversary's odds:
-A poor earl's daughter is unequal odds,
-And therefore may be broke without offence.
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-Why, what, I pray, is Margaret more than that?
-Her father is no better than an earl,
-Although in glorious titles he excel.
-
- -SUFFOLK -
-Yes, lord, her father is a king,
-The King of Naples and Jerusalem;
-And of such great authority in France
-As his alliance will confirm our peace
-And keep the Frenchmen in allegiance.
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-And so the Earl of Armagnac may do,
-Because he is near kinsman unto Charles.
-
- -EXETER -
-Beside, his wealth doth warrant a liberal dower,
-Where Reignier sooner will receive than give.
-
- -SUFFOLK -
-A dower, my lords! disgrace not so your king,
-That he should be so abject, base and poor,
-To choose for wealth and not for perfect love.
-Henry is able to enrich his queen
-And not seek a queen to make him rich:
-So worthless peasants bargain for their wives,
-As market-men for oxen, sheep, or horse.
-Marriage is a matter of more worth
-Than to be dealt in by attorneyship;
-Not whom we will, but whom his grace affects,
-Must be companion of his nuptial bed:
-And therefore, lords, since he affects her most,
-It most of all these reasons bindeth us,
-In our opinions she should be preferr'd.
-For what is wedlock forced but a hell,
-An age of discord and continual strife?
-Whereas the contrary bringeth bliss,
-And is a pattern of celestial peace.
-Whom should we match with Henry, being a king,
-But Margaret, that is daughter to a king?
-Her peerless feature, joined with her birth,
-Approves her fit for none but for a king:
-Her valiant courage and undaunted spirit,
-More than in women commonly is seen,
-Will answer our hope in issue of a king;
-For Henry, son unto a conqueror,
-Is likely to beget more conquerors,
-If with a lady of so high resolve
-As is fair Margaret he be link'd in love.
-Then yield, my lords; and here conclude with me
-That Margaret shall be queen, and none but she.
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- -KING HENRY VI -
-Whether it be through force of your report,
-My noble Lord of Suffolk, or for that
-My tender youth was never yet attaint
-With any passion of inflaming love,
-I cannot tell; but this I am assured,
-I feel such sharp dissension in my breast,
-Such fierce alarums both of hope and fear,
-As I am sick with working of my thoughts.
-Take, therefore, shipping; post, my lord, to France;
-Agree to any covenants, and procure
-That Lady Margaret do vouchsafe to come
-To cross the seas to England and be crown'd
-King Henry's faithful and anointed queen:
-For your expenses and sufficient charge,
-Among the people gather up a tenth.
-Be gone, I say; for, till you do return,
-I rest perplexed with a thousand cares.
-And you, good uncle, banish all offence:
-If you do censure me by what you were,
-Not what you are, I know it will excuse
-This sudden execution of my will.
-And so, conduct me where, from company,
-I may revolve and ruminate my grief.
-

Exit

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- -GLOUCESTER -
-Ay, grief, I fear me, both at first and last.
-

Exeunt GLOUCESTER and EXETER

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- -SUFFOLK -
-Thus Suffolk hath prevail'd; and thus he goes,
-As did the youthful Paris once to Greece,
-With hope to find the like event in love,
-But prosper better than the Trojan did.
-Margaret shall now be queen, and rule the king;
-But I will rule both her, the king and realm.
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Exit

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-Act 1, Scene 1: Westminster Abbey.
-Act 1, Scene 2: France. Before Orleans.
-Act 1, Scene 3: London. Before the Tower.
-Act 1, Scene 4: Orleans.
-Act 1, Scene 5: The same.
-Act 1, Scene 6: The same.
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-Act 2, Scene 1: Before Orleans.
-Act 2, Scene 2: Orleans. Within the town.
-Act 2, Scene 3: Auvergne. The COUNTESS's castle.
-Act 2, Scene 4: London. The Temple-garden.
-Act 2, Scene 5: The Tower of London.
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-Act 3, Scene 1: London. The Parliament-house.
-Act 3, Scene 2: France. Before Rouen.
-Act 3, Scene 3: The plains near Rouen.
-Act 3, Scene 4: Paris. The palace.
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-Act 4, Scene 1: Paris. A hall of state.
-Act 4, Scene 2: Before Bourdeaux.
-Act 4, Scene 3: Plains in Gascony.
-Act 4, Scene 4: Other plains in Gascony.
-Act 4, Scene 5: The English camp near Bourdeaux.
-Act 4, Scene 6: A field of battle.
-Act 4, Scene 7: Another part of the field.
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-Act 5, Scene 1: London. The palace.
-Act 5, Scene 2: France. Plains in Anjou.
-Act 5, Scene 3: Before Angiers.
-Act 5, Scene 4: Camp of the YORK in Anjou.
-Act 5, Scene 5: London. The palace.
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ACT I

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SCENE I. Westminster Abbey.

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-Dead March. Enter the Funeral of KING HENRY the Fifth, attended on by Dukes of BEDFORD, Regent of France; GLOUCESTER, Protector; and EXETER, Earl of WARWICK, the BISHOP OF WINCHESTER, Heralds, & c -
- -BEDFORD -
-Hung be the heavens with black, yield day to night!
-Comets, importing change of times and states,
-Brandish your crystal tresses in the sky,
-And with them scourge the bad revolting stars
-That have consented unto Henry's death!
-King Henry the Fifth, too famous to live long!
-England ne'er lost a king of so much worth.
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-England ne'er had a king until his time.
-Virtue he had, deserving to command:
-His brandish'd sword did blind men with his beams:
-His arms spread wider than a dragon's wings;
-His sparking eyes, replete with wrathful fire,
-More dazzled and drove back his enemies
-Than mid-day sun fierce bent against their faces.
-What should I say? his deeds exceed all speech:
-He ne'er lift up his hand but conquered.
-
- -EXETER -
-We mourn in black: why mourn we not in blood?
-Henry is dead and never shall revive:
-Upon a wooden coffin we attend,
-And death's dishonourable victory
-We with our stately presence glorify,
-Like captives bound to a triumphant car.
-What! shall we curse the planets of mishap
-That plotted thus our glory's overthrow?
-Or shall we think the subtle-witted French
-Conjurers and sorcerers, that afraid of him
-By magic verses have contrived his end?
-BISHOP
-
- -OF WINCHESTER -
-He was a king bless'd of the King of kings.
-Unto the French the dreadful judgement-day
-So dreadful will not be as was his sight.
-The battles of the Lord of hosts he fought:
-The church's prayers made him so prosperous.
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-The church! where is it? Had not churchmen pray'd,
-His thread of life had not so soon decay'd:
-None do you like but an effeminate prince,
-Whom, like a school-boy, you may over-awe.
-BISHOP
-
- -OF WINCHESTER -
-Gloucester, whate'er we like, thou art protector
-And lookest to command the prince and realm.
-Thy wife is proud; she holdeth thee in awe,
-More than God or religious churchmen may.
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-Name not religion, for thou lovest the flesh,
-And ne'er throughout the year to church thou go'st
-Except it be to pray against thy foes.
-
- -BEDFORD -
-Cease, cease these jars and rest your minds in peace:
-Let's to the altar: heralds, wait on us:
-Instead of gold, we'll offer up our arms:
-Since arms avail not now that Henry's dead.
-Posterity, await for wretched years,
-When at their mothers' moist eyes babes shall suck,
-Our isle be made a nourish of salt tears,
-And none but women left to wail the dead.
-Henry the Fifth, thy ghost I invocate:
-Prosper this realm, keep it from civil broils,
-Combat with adverse planets in the heavens!
-A far more glorious star thy soul will make
-Than Julius Caesar or bright--
-

Enter a Messenger

-
- -Messenger -
-My honourable lords, health to you all!
-Sad tidings bring I to you out of France,
-Of loss, of slaughter and discomfiture:
-Guienne, Champagne, Rheims, Orleans,
-Paris, Guysors, Poictiers, are all quite lost.
-
- -BEDFORD -
-What say'st thou, man, before dead Henry's corse?
-Speak softly, or the loss of those great towns
-Will make him burst his lead and rise from death.
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-Is Paris lost? is Rouen yielded up?
-If Henry were recall'd to life again,
-These news would cause him once more yield the ghost.
-
- -EXETER -
-How were they lost? what treachery was used?
-
- -Messenger -
-No treachery; but want of men and money.
-Amongst the soldiers this is muttered,
-That here you maintain several factions,
-And whilst a field should be dispatch'd and fought,
-You are disputing of your generals:
-One would have lingering wars with little cost;
-Another would fly swift, but wanteth wings;
-A third thinks, without expense at all,
-By guileful fair words peace may be obtain'd.
-Awake, awake, English nobility!
-Let not sloth dim your horrors new-begot:
-Cropp'd are the flower-de-luces in your arms;
-Of England's coat one half is cut away.
-
- -EXETER -
-Were our tears wanting to this funeral,
-These tidings would call forth their flowing tides.
-
- -BEDFORD -
-Me they concern; Regent I am of France.
-Give me my steeled coat. I'll fight for France.
-Away with these disgraceful wailing robes!
-Wounds will I lend the French instead of eyes,
-To weep their intermissive miseries.
-

Enter to them another Messenger

-
- -Messenger -
-Lords, view these letters full of bad mischance.
-France is revolted from the English quite,
-Except some petty towns of no import:
-The Dauphin Charles is crowned king of Rheims;
-The Bastard of Orleans with him is join'd;
-Reignier, Duke of Anjou, doth take his part;
-The Duke of Alencon flieth to his side.
-
- -EXETER -
-The Dauphin crowned king! all fly to him!
-O, whither shall we fly from this reproach?
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-We will not fly, but to our enemies' throats.
-Bedford, if thou be slack, I'll fight it out.
-
- -BEDFORD -
-Gloucester, why doubt'st thou of my forwardness?
-An army have I muster'd in my thoughts,
-Wherewith already France is overrun.
-

Enter another Messenger

-
- -Messenger -
-My gracious lords, to add to your laments,
-Wherewith you now bedew King Henry's hearse,
-I must inform you of a dismal fight
-Betwixt the stout Lord Talbot and the French.
-BISHOP
-
- -OF WINCHESTER -
-What! wherein Talbot overcame? is't so?
-
- -Messenger -
-O, no; wherein Lord Talbot was o'erthrown:
-The circumstance I'll tell you more at large.
-The tenth of August last this dreadful lord,
-Retiring from the siege of Orleans,
-Having full scarce six thousand in his troop.
-By three and twenty thousand of the French
-Was round encompassed and set upon.
-No leisure had he to enrank his men;
-He wanted pikes to set before his archers;
-Instead whereof sharp stakes pluck'd out of hedges
-They pitched in the ground confusedly,
-To keep the horsemen off from breaking in.
-More than three hours the fight continued;
-Where valiant Talbot above human thought
-Enacted wonders with his sword and lance:
-Hundreds he sent to hell, and none durst stand him;
-Here, there, and every where, enraged he flew:
-The French exclaim'd, the devil was in arms;
-All the whole army stood agazed on him:
-His soldiers spying his undaunted spirit
-A Talbot! a Talbot! cried out amain
-And rush'd into the bowels of the battle.
-Here had the conquest fully been seal'd up,
-If Sir John Fastolfe had not play'd the coward:
-He, being in the vaward, placed behind
-With purpose to relieve and follow them,
-Cowardly fled, not having struck one stroke.
-Hence grew the general wreck and massacre;
-Enclosed were they with their enemies:
-A base Walloon, to win the Dauphin's grace,
-Thrust Talbot with a spear into the back,
-Whom all France with their chief assembled strength
-Durst not presume to look once in the face.
-
- -BEDFORD -
-Is Talbot slain? then I will slay myself,
-For living idly here in pomp and ease,
-Whilst such a worthy leader, wanting aid,
-Unto his dastard foemen is betray'd.
-
- -Messenger -
-O no, he lives; but is took prisoner,
-And Lord Scales with him and Lord Hungerford:
-Most of the rest slaughter'd or took likewise.
-
- -BEDFORD -
-His ransom there is none but I shall pay:
-I'll hale the Dauphin headlong from his throne:
-His crown shall be the ransom of my friend;
-Four of their lords I'll change for one of ours.
-Farewell, my masters; to my task will I;
-Bonfires in France forthwith I am to make,
-To keep our great Saint George's feast withal:
-Ten thousand soldiers with me I will take,
-Whose bloody deeds shall make all Europe quake.
-
- -Messenger -
-So you had need; for Orleans is besieged;
-The English army is grown weak and faint:
-The Earl of Salisbury craveth supply,
-And hardly keeps his men from mutiny,
-Since they, so few, watch such a multitude.
-
- -EXETER -
-Remember, lords, your oaths to Henry sworn,
-Either to quell the Dauphin utterly,
-Or bring him in obedience to your yoke.
-
- -BEDFORD -
-I do remember it; and here take my leave,
-To go about my preparation.
-

Exit

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- -GLOUCESTER -
-I'll to the Tower with all the haste I can,
-To view the artillery and munition;
-And then I will proclaim young Henry king.
-

Exit

-
- -EXETER -
-To Eltham will I, where the young king is,
-Being ordain'd his special governor,
-And for his safety there I'll best devise.
-

Exit

-BISHOP
-
- -OF WINCHESTER -
-Each hath his place and function to attend:
-I am left out; for me nothing remains.
-But long I will not be Jack out of office:
-The king from Eltham I intend to steal
-And sit at chiefest stern of public weal.
-

Exeunt

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SCENE II. France. Before Orleans.

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-Sound a flourish. Enter CHARLES, ALENCON, and REIGNIER, marching with drum and Soldiers -
- -CHARLES -
-Mars his true moving, even as in the heavens
-So in the earth, to this day is not known:
-Late did he shine upon the English side;
-Now we are victors; upon us he smiles.
-What towns of any moment but we have?
-At pleasure here we lie near Orleans;
-Otherwhiles the famish'd English, like pale ghosts,
-Faintly besiege us one hour in a month.
-
- -ALENCON -
-They want their porridge and their fat bull-beeves:
-Either they must be dieted like mules
-And have their provender tied to their mouths
-Or piteous they will look, like drowned mice.
-
- -REIGNIER -
-Let's raise the siege: why live we idly here?
-Talbot is taken, whom we wont to fear:
-Remaineth none but mad-brain'd Salisbury;
-And he may well in fretting spend his gall,
-Nor men nor money hath he to make war.
-
- -CHARLES -
-Sound, sound alarum! we will rush on them.
-Now for the honour of the forlorn French!
-Him I forgive my death that killeth me
-When he sees me go back one foot or fly.
-

Exeunt

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Here alarum; they are beaten back by the English with great loss. Re-enter CHARLES, ALENCON, and REIGNIER

-
- -CHARLES -
-Who ever saw the like? what men have I!
-Dogs! cowards! dastards! I would ne'er have fled,
-But that they left me 'midst my enemies.
-
- -REIGNIER -
-Salisbury is a desperate homicide;
-He fighteth as one weary of his life.
-The other lords, like lions wanting food,
-Do rush upon us as their hungry prey.
-
- -ALENCON -
-Froissart, a countryman of ours, records,
-England all Olivers and Rowlands bred,
-During the time Edward the Third did reign.
-More truly now may this be verified;
-For none but Samsons and Goliases
-It sendeth forth to skirmish. One to ten!
-Lean, raw-boned rascals! who would e'er suppose
-They had such courage and audacity?
-
- -CHARLES -
-Let's leave this town; for they are hare-brain'd slaves,
-And hunger will enforce them to be more eager:
-Of old I know them; rather with their teeth
-The walls they'll tear down than forsake the siege.
-
- -REIGNIER -
-I think, by some odd gimmors or device
-Their arms are set like clocks, stiff to strike on;
-Else ne'er could they hold out so as they do.
-By my consent, we'll even let them alone.
-
- -ALENCON -
-Be it so.
-

Enter the BASTARD OF ORLEANS

-
- -BASTARD OF ORLEANS -
-Where's the Prince Dauphin? I have news for him.
-
- -CHARLES -
-Bastard of Orleans, thrice welcome to us.
-
- -BASTARD OF ORLEANS -
-Methinks your looks are sad, your cheer appall'd:
-Hath the late overthrow wrought this offence?
-Be not dismay'd, for succor is at hand:
-A holy maid hither with me I bring,
-Which by a vision sent to her from heaven
-Ordained is to raise this tedious siege
-And drive the English forth the bounds of France.
-The spirit of deep prophecy she hath,
-Exceeding the nine sibyls of old Rome:
-What's past and what's to come she can descry.
-Speak, shall I call her in? Believe my words,
-For they are certain and unfallible.
-
- -CHARLES -
-Go, call her in.
-

Exit BASTARD OF ORLEANS

-But first, to try her skill,
-Reignier, stand thou as Dauphin in my place:
-Question her proudly; let thy looks be stern:
-By this means shall we sound what skill she hath.
-

Re-enter the BASTARD OF ORLEANS, with JOAN LA PUCELLE

-
- -REIGNIER -
-Fair maid, is't thou wilt do these wondrous feats?
-
- -JOAN LA PUCELLE -
-Reignier, is't thou that thinkest to beguile me?
-Where is the Dauphin? Come, come from behind;
-I know thee well, though never seen before.
-Be not amazed, there's nothing hid from me:
-In private will I talk with thee apart.
-Stand back, you lords, and give us leave awhile.
-
- -REIGNIER -
-She takes upon her bravely at first dash.
-
- -JOAN LA PUCELLE -
-Dauphin, I am by birth a shepherd's daughter,
-My wit untrain'd in any kind of art.
-Heaven and our Lady gracious hath it pleased
-To shine on my contemptible estate:
-Lo, whilst I waited on my tender lambs,
-And to sun's parching heat display'd my cheeks,
-God's mother deigned to appear to me
-And in a vision full of majesty
-Will'd me to leave my base vocation
-And free my country from calamity:
-Her aid she promised and assured success:
-In complete glory she reveal'd herself;
-And, whereas I was black and swart before,
-With those clear rays which she infused on me
-That beauty am I bless'd with which you see.
-Ask me what question thou canst possible,
-And I will answer unpremeditated:
-My courage try by combat, if thou darest,
-And thou shalt find that I exceed my sex.
-Resolve on this, thou shalt be fortunate,
-If thou receive me for thy warlike mate.
-
- -CHARLES -
-Thou hast astonish'd me with thy high terms:
-Only this proof I'll of thy valour make,
-In single combat thou shalt buckle with me,
-And if thou vanquishest, thy words are true;
-Otherwise I renounce all confidence.
-
- -JOAN LA PUCELLE -
-I am prepared: here is my keen-edged sword,
-Deck'd with five flower-de-luces on each side;
-The which at Touraine, in Saint Katharine's
-churchyard,
-Out of a great deal of old iron I chose forth.
-
- -CHARLES -
-Then come, o' God's name; I fear no woman.
-
- -JOAN LA PUCELLE -
-And while I live, I'll ne'er fly from a man.
-

Here they fight, and JOAN LA PUCELLE overcomes

-
- -CHARLES -
-Stay, stay thy hands! thou art an Amazon
-And fightest with the sword of Deborah.
-
- -JOAN LA PUCELLE -
-Christ's mother helps me, else I were too weak.
-
- -CHARLES -
-Whoe'er helps thee, 'tis thou that must help me:
-Impatiently I burn with thy desire;
-My heart and hands thou hast at once subdued.
-Excellent Pucelle, if thy name be so,
-Let me thy servant and not sovereign be:
-'Tis the French Dauphin sueth to thee thus.
-
- -JOAN LA PUCELLE -
-I must not yield to any rites of love,
-For my profession's sacred from above:
-When I have chased all thy foes from hence,
-Then will I think upon a recompense.
-
- -CHARLES -
-Meantime look gracious on thy prostrate thrall.
-
- -REIGNIER -
-My lord, methinks, is very long in talk.
-
- -ALENCON -
-Doubtless he shrives this woman to her smock;
-Else ne'er could he so long protract his speech.
-
- -REIGNIER -
-Shall we disturb him, since he keeps no mean?
-
- -ALENCON -
-He may mean more than we poor men do know:
-These women are shrewd tempters with their tongues.
-
- -REIGNIER -
-My lord, where are you? what devise you on?
-Shall we give over Orleans, or no?
-
- -JOAN LA PUCELLE -
-Why, no, I say, distrustful recreants!
-Fight till the last gasp; I will be your guard.
-
- -CHARLES -
-What she says I'll confirm: we'll fight it out.
-
- -JOAN LA PUCELLE -
-Assign'd am I to be the English scourge.
-This night the siege assuredly I'll raise:
-Expect Saint Martin's summer, halcyon days,
-Since I have entered into these wars.
-Glory is like a circle in the water,
-Which never ceaseth to enlarge itself
-Till by broad spreading it disperse to nought.
-With Henry's death the English circle ends;
-Dispersed are the glories it included.
-Now am I like that proud insulting ship
-Which Caesar and his fortune bare at once.
-
- -CHARLES -
-Was Mahomet inspired with a dove?
-Thou with an eagle art inspired then.
-Helen, the mother of great Constantine,
-Nor yet Saint Philip's daughters, were like thee.
-Bright star of Venus, fall'n down on the earth,
-How may I reverently worship thee enough?
-
- -ALENCON -
-Leave off delays, and let us raise the siege.
-
- -REIGNIER -
-Woman, do what thou canst to save our honours;
-Drive them from Orleans and be immortalized.
-
- -CHARLES -
-Presently we'll try: come, let's away about it:
-No prophet will I trust, if she prove false.
-

Exeunt

-
-

SCENE III. London. Before the Tower.

-

-Enter GLOUCESTER, with his Serving-men in blue coats -
- -GLOUCESTER -
-I am come to survey the Tower this day:
-Since Henry's death, I fear, there is conveyance.
-Where be these warders, that they wait not here?
-Open the gates; 'tis Gloucester that calls.
-
- -First Warder -
-[Within] Who's there that knocks so imperiously?
-First Serving-Man It is the noble Duke of Gloucester.
-
- -Second Warder -
-[Within] Whoe'er he be, you may not be let in.
-First Serving-Man Villains, answer you so the lord protector?
-
- -First Warder -
-[Within] The Lord protect him! so we answer him:
-We do no otherwise than we are will'd.
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-Who willed you? or whose will stands but mine?
-There's none protector of the realm but I.
-Break up the gates, I'll be your warrantize.
-Shall I be flouted thus by dunghill grooms?
-

Gloucester's men rush at the Tower Gates, and WOODVILE the Lieutenant speaks within

-
- -WOODVILE -
-What noise is this? what traitors have we here?
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-Lieutenant, is it you whose voice I hear?
-Open the gates; here's Gloucester that would enter.
-
- -WOODVILE -
-Have patience, noble duke; I may not open;
-The Cardinal of Winchester forbids:
-From him I have express commandment
-That thou nor none of thine shall be let in.
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-Faint-hearted Woodvile, prizest him 'fore me?
-Arrogant Winchester, that haughty prelate,
-Whom Henry, our late sovereign, ne'er could brook?
-Thou art no friend to God or to the king:
-Open the gates, or I'll shut thee out shortly.
-Serving-Men Open the gates unto the lord protector,
-Or we'll burst them open, if that you come not quickly.
-

Enter to the Protector at the Tower Gates BISHOP OF WINCHESTER and his men in tawny coats

-BISHOP
-
- -OF WINCHESTER -
-How now, ambitious Humphry! what means this?
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-Peel'd priest, dost thou command me to be shut out?
-BISHOP
-
- -OF WINCHESTER -
-I do, thou most usurping proditor,
-And not protector, of the king or realm.
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-Stand back, thou manifest conspirator,
-Thou that contrivedst to murder our dead lord;
-Thou that givest whores indulgences to sin:
-I'll canvass thee in thy broad cardinal's hat,
-If thou proceed in this thy insolence.
-BISHOP
-
- -OF WINCHESTER -
-Nay, stand thou back, I will not budge a foot:
-This be Damascus, be thou cursed Cain,
-To slay thy brother Abel, if thou wilt.
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-I will not slay thee, but I'll drive thee back:
-Thy scarlet robes as a child's bearing-cloth
-I'll use to carry thee out of this place.
-BISHOP
-
- -OF WINCHESTER -
-Do what thou darest; I beard thee to thy face.
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-What! am I dared and bearded to my face?
-Draw, men, for all this privileged place;
-Blue coats to tawny coats. Priest, beware your beard,
-I mean to tug it and to cuff you soundly:
-Under my feet I stamp thy cardinal's hat:
-In spite of pope or dignities of church,
-Here by the cheeks I'll drag thee up and down.
-BISHOP
-
- -OF WINCHESTER -
-Gloucester, thou wilt answer this before the pope.
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-Winchester goose, I cry, a rope! a rope!
-Now beat them hence; why do you let them stay?
-Thee I'll chase hence, thou wolf in sheep's array.
-Out, tawny coats! out, scarlet hypocrite!
-

Here GLOUCESTER's men beat out BISHOP OF WINCHESTER's men, and enter in the hurly- burly the Mayor of London and his Officers

-
- -Mayor -
-Fie, lords! that you, being supreme magistrates,
-Thus contumeliously should break the peace!
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-Peace, mayor! thou know'st little of my wrongs:
-Here's Beaufort, that regards nor God nor king,
-Hath here distrain'd the Tower to his use.
-BISHOP
-
- -OF WINCHESTER -
-Here's Gloucester, a foe to citizens,
-One that still motions war and never peace,
-O'ercharging your free purses with large fines,
-That seeks to overthrow religion,
-Because he is protector of the realm,
-And would have armour here out of the Tower,
-To crown himself king and suppress the prince.
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-I will not answer thee with words, but blows.
-

Here they skirmish again

-
- -Mayor -
-Naught rests for me in this tumultuous strife
-But to make open proclamation:
-Come, officer; as loud as e'er thou canst,
-Cry.
-
- -Officer -
-All manner of men assembled here in arms this day
-against God's peace and the king's, we charge and
-command you, in his highness' name, to repair to
-your several dwelling-places; and not to wear,
-handle, or use any sword, weapon, or dagger,
-henceforward, upon pain of death.
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-Cardinal, I'll be no breaker of the law:
-But we shall meet, and break our minds at large.
-BISHOP
-
- -OF WINCHESTER -
-Gloucester, we will meet; to thy cost, be sure:
-Thy heart-blood I will have for this day's work.
-
- -Mayor -
-I'll call for clubs, if you will not away.
-This cardinal's more haughty than the devil.
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-Mayor, farewell: thou dost but what thou mayst.
-BISHOP
-
- -OF WINCHESTER -
-Abominable Gloucester, guard thy head;
-For I intend to have it ere long.
-

Exeunt, severally, GLOUCESTER and BISHOP OF WINCHESTER with their Serving-men

-
- -Mayor -
-See the coast clear'd, and then we will depart.
-Good God, these nobles should such stomachs bear!
-I myself fight not once in forty year.
-

Exeunt

-
-

SCENE IV. Orleans.

-

-Enter, on the walls, a Master Gunner and his Boy -
-
-Master-Gunner Sirrah, thou know'st how Orleans is besieged,
-And how the English have the suburbs won.
-
- -Boy -
-Father, I know; and oft have shot at them,
-Howe'er unfortunate I miss'd my aim.
-Master-Gunner But now thou shalt not. Be thou ruled by me:
-Chief master-gunner am I of this town;
-Something I must do to procure me grace.
-The prince's espials have informed me
-How the English, in the suburbs close intrench'd,
-Wont, through a secret grate of iron bars
-In yonder tower, to overpeer the city,
-And thence discover how with most advantage
-They may vex us with shot, or with assault.
-To intercept this inconvenience,
-A piece of ordnance 'gainst it I have placed;
-And even these three days have I watch'd,
-If I could see them.
-Now do thou watch, for I can stay no longer.
-If thou spy'st any, run and bring me word;
-And thou shalt find me at the governor's.
-

Exit

-
- -Boy -
-Father, I warrant you; take you no care;
-I'll never trouble you, if I may spy them.
-

Exit

-

Enter, on the turrets, SALISBURY and TALBOT, GLANSDALE, GARGRAVE, and others

-
- -SALISBURY -
-Talbot, my life, my joy, again return'd!
-How wert thou handled being prisoner?
-Or by what means got'st thou to be released?
-Discourse, I prithee, on this turret's top.
-
- -TALBOT -
-The Duke of Bedford had a prisoner
-Call'd the brave Lord Ponton de Santrailles;
-For him was I exchanged and ransomed.
-But with a baser man of arms by far
-Once in contempt they would have barter'd me:
-Which I, disdaining, scorn'd; and craved death,
-Rather than I would be so vile esteem'd.
-In fine, redeem'd I was as I desired.
-But, O! the treacherous Fastolfe wounds my heart,
-Whom with my bare fists I would execute,
-If I now had him brought into my power.
-
- -SALISBURY -
-Yet tell'st thou not how thou wert entertain'd.
-
- -TALBOT -
-With scoffs and scorns and contumelious taunts.
-In open market-place produced they me,
-To be a public spectacle to all:
-Here, said they, is the terror of the French,
-The scarecrow that affrights our children so.
-Then broke I from the officers that led me,
-And with my nails digg'd stones out of the ground,
-To hurl at the beholders of my shame:
-My grisly countenance made others fly;
-None durst come near for fear of sudden death.
-In iron walls they deem'd me not secure;
-So great fear of my name 'mongst them was spread,
-That they supposed I could rend bars of steel,
-And spurn in pieces posts of adamant:
-Wherefore a guard of chosen shot I had,
-That walked about me every minute-while;
-And if I did but stir out of my bed,
-Ready they were to shoot me to the heart.
-

Enter the Boy with a linstock

-
- -SALISBURY -
-I grieve to hear what torments you endured,
-But we will be revenged sufficiently
-Now it is supper-time in Orleans:
-Here, through this grate, I count each one
-and view the Frenchmen how they fortify:
-Let us look in; the sight will much delight thee.
-Sir Thomas Gargrave, and Sir William Glansdale,
-Let me have your express opinions
-Where is best place to make our battery next.
-
- -GARGRAVE -
-I think, at the north gate; for there stand lords.
-
- -GLANSDALE -
-And I, here, at the bulwark of the bridge.
-
- -TALBOT -
-For aught I see, this city must be famish'd,
-Or with light skirmishes enfeebled.
-

Here they shoot. SALISBURY and GARGRAVE fall

-
- -SALISBURY -
-O Lord, have mercy on us, wretched sinners!
-
- -GARGRAVE -
-O Lord, have mercy on me, woful man!
-
- -TALBOT -
-What chance is this that suddenly hath cross'd us?
-Speak, Salisbury; at least, if thou canst speak:
-How farest thou, mirror of all martial men?
-One of thy eyes and thy cheek's side struck off!
-Accursed tower! accursed fatal hand
-That hath contrived this woful tragedy!
-In thirteen battles Salisbury o'ercame;
-Henry the Fifth he first train'd to the wars;
-Whilst any trump did sound, or drum struck up,
-His sword did ne'er leave striking in the field.
-Yet livest thou, Salisbury? though thy speech doth fail,
-One eye thou hast, to look to heaven for grace:
-The sun with one eye vieweth all the world.
-Heaven, be thou gracious to none alive,
-If Salisbury wants mercy at thy hands!
-Bear hence his body; I will help to bury it.
-Sir Thomas Gargrave, hast thou any life?
-Speak unto Talbot; nay, look up to him.
-Salisbury, cheer thy spirit with this comfort;
-Thou shalt not die whiles--
-He beckons with his hand and smiles on me.
-As who should say 'When I am dead and gone,
-Remember to avenge me on the French.'
-Plantagenet, I will; and like thee, Nero,
-Play on the lute, beholding the towns burn:
-Wretched shall France be only in my name.
-

Here an alarum, and it thunders and lightens

-What stir is this? what tumult's in the heavens?
-Whence cometh this alarum and the noise?
-

Enter a Messenger

-
- -Messenger -
-My lord, my lord, the French have gathered head:
-The Dauphin, with one Joan la Pucelle join'd,
-A holy prophetess new risen up,
-Is come with a great power to raise the siege.
-

Here SALISBURY lifteth himself up and groans

-
- -TALBOT -
-Hear, hear how dying Salisbury doth groan!
-It irks his heart he cannot be revenged.
-Frenchmen, I'll be a Salisbury to you:
-Pucelle or puzzel, dolphin or dogfish,
-Your hearts I'll stamp out with my horse's heels,
-And make a quagmire of your mingled brains.
-Convey me Salisbury into his tent,
-And then we'll try what these dastard Frenchmen dare.
-

Alarum. Exeunt

-
-

SCENE V. The same.

-

-Here an alarum again: and TALBOT pursueth the DAUPHIN, and driveth him: then enter JOAN LA PUCELLE, driving Englishmen before her, and exit after them then re-enter TALBOT -
- -TALBOT -
-Where is my strength, my valour, and my force?
-Our English troops retire, I cannot stay them:
-A woman clad in armour chaseth them.
-

Re-enter JOAN LA PUCELLE

-Here, here she comes. I'll have a bout with thee;
-Devil or devil's dam, I'll conjure thee:
-Blood will I draw on thee, thou art a witch,
-And straightway give thy soul to him thou servest.
-
- -JOAN LA PUCELLE -
-Come, come, 'tis only I that must disgrace thee.
-

Here they fight

-
- -TALBOT -
-Heavens, can you suffer hell so to prevail?
-My breast I'll burst with straining of my courage
-And from my shoulders crack my arms asunder.
-But I will chastise this high-minded strumpet.
-

They fight again

-
- -JOAN LA PUCELLE -
-Talbot, farewell; thy hour is not yet come:
-I must go victual Orleans forthwith.
-

A short alarum; then enter the town with soldiers

-O'ertake me, if thou canst; I scorn thy strength.
-Go, go, cheer up thy hungry-starved men;
-Help Salisbury to make his testament:
-This day is ours, as many more shall be.
-

Exit

-
- -TALBOT -
-My thoughts are whirled like a potter's wheel;
-I know not where I am, nor what I do;
-A witch, by fear, not force, like Hannibal,
-Drives back our troops and conquers as she lists:
-So bees with smoke and doves with noisome stench
-Are from their hives and houses driven away.
-They call'd us for our fierceness English dogs;
-Now, like to whelps, we crying run away.
-

A short alarum

-Hark, countrymen! either renew the fight,
-Or tear the lions out of England's coat;
-Renounce your soil, give sheep in lions' stead:
-Sheep run not half so treacherous from the wolf,
-Or horse or oxen from the leopard,
-As you fly from your oft-subdued slaves.
-

Alarum. Here another skirmish

-It will not be: retire into your trenches:
-You all consented unto Salisbury's death,
-For none would strike a stroke in his revenge.
-Pucelle is enter'd into Orleans,
-In spite of us or aught that we could do.
-O, would I were to die with Salisbury!
-The shame hereof will make me hide my head.
-

Exit TALBOT. Alarum; retreat; flourish

-
-

SCENE VI. The same.

-

-Enter, on the walls, JOAN LA PUCELLE, CHARLES, REIGNIER, ALENCON, and Soldiers -
- -JOAN LA PUCELLE -
-Advance our waving colours on the walls;
-Rescued is Orleans from the English
-Thus Joan la Pucelle hath perform'd her word.
-
- -CHARLES -
-Divinest creature, Astraea's daughter,
-How shall I honour thee for this success?
-Thy promises are like Adonis' gardens
-That one day bloom'd and fruitful were the next.
-France, triumph in thy glorious prophetess!
-Recover'd is the town of Orleans:
-More blessed hap did ne'er befall our state.
-
- -REIGNIER -
-Why ring not out the bells aloud throughout the town?
-Dauphin, command the citizens make bonfires
-And feast and banquet in the open streets,
-To celebrate the joy that God hath given us.
-
- -ALENCON -
-All France will be replete with mirth and joy,
-When they shall hear how we have play'd the men.
-
- -CHARLES -
-'Tis Joan, not we, by whom the day is won;
-For which I will divide my crown with her,
-And all the priests and friars in my realm
-Shall in procession sing her endless praise.
-A statelier pyramis to her I'll rear
-Than Rhodope's or Memphis' ever was:
-In memory of her when she is dead,
-Her ashes, in an urn more precious
-Than the rich-jewel'd of Darius,
-Transported shall be at high festivals
-Before the kings and queens of France.
-No longer on Saint Denis will we cry,
-But Joan la Pucelle shall be France's saint.
-Come in, and let us banquet royally,
-After this golden day of victory.
-

Flourish. Exeunt

-

-

ACT II

-

SCENE I. Before Orleans.

-

-Enter a Sergeant of a band with two Sentinels -
- -Sergeant -
-Sirs, take your places and be vigilant:
-If any noise or soldier you perceive
-Near to the walls, by some apparent sign
-Let us have knowledge at the court of guard.
-
- -First Sentinel -
-Sergeant, you shall.
-

Exit Sergeant

-Thus are poor servitors,
-When others sleep upon their quiet beds,
-Constrain'd to watch in darkness, rain and cold.
-

Enter TALBOT, BEDFORD, BURGUNDY, and Forces, with scaling-ladders, their drums beating a dead march

-
- -TALBOT -
-Lord Regent, and redoubted Burgundy,
-By whose approach the regions of Artois,
-Wallon and Picardy are friends to us,
-This happy night the Frenchmen are secure,
-Having all day caroused and banqueted:
-Embrace we then this opportunity
-As fitting best to quittance their deceit
-Contrived by art and baleful sorcery.
-
- -BEDFORD -
-Coward of France! how much he wrongs his fame,
-Despairing of his own arm's fortitude,
-To join with witches and the help of hell!
-
- -BURGUNDY -
-Traitors have never other company.
-But what's that Pucelle whom they term so pure?
-
- -TALBOT -
-A maid, they say.
-
- -BEDFORD -
- A maid! and be so martial!
-
- -BURGUNDY -
-Pray God she prove not masculine ere long,
-If underneath the standard of the French
-She carry armour as she hath begun.
-
- -TALBOT -
-Well, let them practise and converse with spirits:
-God is our fortress, in whose conquering name
-Let us resolve to scale their flinty bulwarks.
-
- -BEDFORD -
-Ascend, brave Talbot; we will follow thee.
-
- -TALBOT -
-Not all together: better far, I guess,
-That we do make our entrance several ways;
-That, if it chance the one of us do fail,
-The other yet may rise against their force.
-
- -BEDFORD -
-Agreed: I'll to yond corner.
-
- -BURGUNDY -
-And I to this.
-
- -TALBOT -
-And here will Talbot mount, or make his grave.
-Now, Salisbury, for thee, and for the right
-Of English Henry, shall this night appear
-How much in duty I am bound to both.
-
- -Sentinels -
-Arm! arm! the enemy doth make assault!
-

Cry: 'St. George,' 'A Talbot.'

-

The French leap over the walls in their shirts. Enter, several ways, the BASTARD OF ORLEANS, ALENCON, and REIGNIER, half ready, and half unready

-
- -ALENCON -
-How now, my lords! what, all unready so?
-
- -BASTARD OF ORLEANS -
-Unready! ay, and glad we 'scaped so well.
-
- -REIGNIER -
-'Twas time, I trow, to wake and leave our beds,
-Hearing alarums at our chamber-doors.
-
- -ALENCON -
-Of all exploits since first I follow'd arms,
-Ne'er heard I of a warlike enterprise
-More venturous or desperate than this.
-
- -BASTARD OF ORLEANS -
-I think this Talbot be a fiend of hell.
-
- -REIGNIER -
-If not of hell, the heavens, sure, favour him.
-
- -ALENCON -
-Here cometh Charles: I marvel how he sped.
-
- -BASTARD OF ORLEANS -
-Tut, holy Joan was his defensive guard.
-

Enter CHARLES and JOAN LA PUCELLE

-
- -CHARLES -
-Is this thy cunning, thou deceitful dame?
-Didst thou at first, to flatter us withal,
-Make us partakers of a little gain,
-That now our loss might be ten times so much?
-
- -JOAN LA PUCELLE -
-Wherefore is Charles impatient with his friend!
-At all times will you have my power alike?
-Sleeping or waking must I still prevail,
-Or will you blame and lay the fault on me?
-Improvident soldiers! had your watch been good,
-This sudden mischief never could have fall'n.
-
- -CHARLES -
-Duke of Alencon, this was your default,
-That, being captain of the watch to-night,
-Did look no better to that weighty charge.
-
- -ALENCON -
-Had all your quarters been as safely kept
-As that whereof I had the government,
-We had not been thus shamefully surprised.
-
- -BASTARD OF ORLEANS -
-Mine was secure.
-
- -REIGNIER -
- And so was mine, my lord.
-
- -CHARLES -
-And, for myself, most part of all this night,
-Within her quarter and mine own precinct
-I was employ'd in passing to and fro,
-About relieving of the sentinels:
-Then how or which way should they first break in?
-
- -JOAN LA PUCELLE -
-Question, my lords, no further of the case,
-How or which way: 'tis sure they found some place
-But weakly guarded, where the breach was made.
-And now there rests no other shift but this;
-To gather our soldiers, scatter'd and dispersed,
-And lay new platforms to endamage them.
-

Alarum. Enter an English Soldier, crying 'A Talbot! a Talbot!' They fly, leaving their clothes behind

-
- -Soldier -
-I'll be so bold to take what they have left.
-The cry of Talbot serves me for a sword;
-For I have loaden me with many spoils,
-Using no other weapon but his name.
-

Exit

-
-

SCENE II. Orleans. Within the town.

-

-Enter TALBOT, BEDFORD, BURGUNDY, a Captain, and others -
- -BEDFORD -
-The day begins to break, and night is fled,
-Whose pitchy mantle over-veil'd the earth.
-Here sound retreat, and cease our hot pursuit.
-

Retreat sounded

-
- -TALBOT -
-Bring forth the body of old Salisbury,
-And here advance it in the market-place,
-The middle centre of this cursed town.
-Now have I paid my vow unto his soul;
-For every drop of blood was drawn from him,
-There hath at least five Frenchmen died tonight.
-And that hereafter ages may behold
-What ruin happen'd in revenge of him,
-Within their chiefest temple I'll erect
-A tomb, wherein his corpse shall be interr'd:
-Upon the which, that every one may read,
-Shall be engraved the sack of Orleans,
-The treacherous manner of his mournful death
-And what a terror he had been to France.
-But, lords, in all our bloody massacre,
-I muse we met not with the Dauphin's grace,
-His new-come champion, virtuous Joan of Arc,
-Nor any of his false confederates.
-
- -BEDFORD -
-'Tis thought, Lord Talbot, when the fight began,
-Roused on the sudden from their drowsy beds,
-They did amongst the troops of armed men
-Leap o'er the walls for refuge in the field.
-
- -BURGUNDY -
-Myself, as far as I could well discern
-For smoke and dusky vapours of the night,
-Am sure I scared the Dauphin and his trull,
-When arm in arm they both came swiftly running,
-Like to a pair of loving turtle-doves
-That could not live asunder day or night.
-After that things are set in order here,
-We'll follow them with all the power we have.
-

Enter a Messenger

-
- -Messenger -
-All hail, my lords! which of this princely train
-Call ye the warlike Talbot, for his acts
-So much applauded through the realm of France?
-
- -TALBOT -
-Here is the Talbot: who would speak with him?
-
- -Messenger -
-The virtuous lady, Countess of Auvergne,
-With modesty admiring thy renown,
-By me entreats, great lord, thou wouldst vouchsafe
-To visit her poor castle where she lies,
-That she may boast she hath beheld the man
-Whose glory fills the world with loud report.
-
- -BURGUNDY -
-Is it even so? Nay, then, I see our wars
-Will turn unto a peaceful comic sport,
-When ladies crave to be encounter'd with.
-You may not, my lord, despise her gentle suit.
-
- -TALBOT -
-Ne'er trust me then; for when a world of men
-Could not prevail with all their oratory,
-Yet hath a woman's kindness over-ruled:
-And therefore tell her I return great thanks,
-And in submission will attend on her.
-Will not your honours bear me company?
-
- -BEDFORD -
-No, truly; it is more than manners will:
-And I have heard it said, unbidden guests
-Are often welcomest when they are gone.
-
- -TALBOT -
-Well then, alone, since there's no remedy,
-I mean to prove this lady's courtesy.
-Come hither, captain.
-

Whispers

-You perceive my mind?
-
- -Captain -
-I do, my lord, and mean accordingly.
-

Exeunt

-
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SCENE III. Auvergne. The COUNTESS's castle.

-

-Enter the COUNTESS and her Porter -
-
-COUNTESS
-
- -OF AUVERGNE -
-Porter, remember what I gave in charge;
-And when you have done so, bring the keys to me.
-
- -Porter -
-Madam, I will.
-

Exit

-COUNTESS
-
- -OF AUVERGNE -
-The plot is laid: if all things fall out right,
-I shall as famous be by this exploit
-As Scythian Tomyris by Cyrus' death.
-Great is the rumor of this dreadful knight,
-And his achievements of no less account:
-Fain would mine eyes be witness with mine ears,
-To give their censure of these rare reports.
-

Enter Messenger and TALBOT

-
- -Messenger -
-Madam,
-According as your ladyship desired,
-By message craved, so is Lord Talbot come.
-COUNTESS
-
- -OF AUVERGNE -
-And he is welcome. What! is this the man?
-
- -Messenger -
-Madam, it is.
-COUNTESS
-
- -OF AUVERGNE -
- Is this the scourge of France?
-Is this the Talbot, so much fear'd abroad
-That with his name the mothers still their babes?
-I see report is fabulous and false:
-I thought I should have seen some Hercules,
-A second Hector, for his grim aspect,
-And large proportion of his strong-knit limbs.
-Alas, this is a child, a silly dwarf!
-It cannot be this weak and writhled shrimp
-Should strike such terror to his enemies.
-
- -TALBOT -
-Madam, I have been bold to trouble you;
-But since your ladyship is not at leisure,
-I'll sort some other time to visit you.
-COUNTESS
-
- -OF AUVERGNE -
-What means he now? Go ask him whither he goes.
-
- -Messenger -
-Stay, my Lord Talbot; for my lady craves
-To know the cause of your abrupt departure.
-
- -TALBOT -
-Marry, for that she's in a wrong belief,
-I go to certify her Talbot's here.
-

Re-enter Porter with keys

-COUNTESS
-
- -OF AUVERGNE -
-If thou be he, then art thou prisoner.
-
- -TALBOT -
-Prisoner! to whom?
-COUNTESS
-
- -OF AUVERGNE -
-To me, blood-thirsty lord;
-And for that cause I trained thee to my house.
-Long time thy shadow hath been thrall to me,
-For in my gallery thy picture hangs:
-But now the substance shall endure the like,
-And I will chain these legs and arms of thine,
-That hast by tyranny these many years
-Wasted our country, slain our citizens
-And sent our sons and husbands captivate.
-
- -TALBOT -
-Ha, ha, ha!
-COUNTESS
-
- -OF AUVERGNE -
-Laughest thou, wretch? thy mirth shall turn to moan.
-
- -TALBOT -
-I laugh to see your ladyship so fond
-To think that you have aught but Talbot's shadow
-Whereon to practise your severity.
-COUNTESS
-
- -OF AUVERGNE -
-Why, art not thou the man?
-
- -TALBOT -
-I am indeed.
-COUNTESS
-
- -OF AUVERGNE -
-Then have I substance too.
-
- -TALBOT -
-No, no, I am but shadow of myself:
-You are deceived, my substance is not here;
-For what you see is but the smallest part
-And least proportion of humanity:
-I tell you, madam, were the whole frame here,
-It is of such a spacious lofty pitch,
-Your roof were not sufficient to contain't.
-COUNTESS
-
- -OF AUVERGNE -
-This is a riddling merchant for the nonce;
-He will be here, and yet he is not here:
-How can these contrarieties agree?
-
- -TALBOT -
-That will I show you presently.
-

Winds his horn. Drums strike up: a peal of ordnance. Enter soldiers

-How say you, madam? are you now persuaded
-That Talbot is but shadow of himself?
-These are his substance, sinews, arms and strength,
-With which he yoketh your rebellious necks,
-Razeth your cities and subverts your towns
-And in a moment makes them desolate.
-COUNTESS
-
- -OF AUVERGNE -
-Victorious Talbot! pardon my abuse:
-I find thou art no less than fame hath bruited
-And more than may be gather'd by thy shape.
-Let my presumption not provoke thy wrath;
-For I am sorry that with reverence
-I did not entertain thee as thou art.
-
- -TALBOT -
-Be not dismay'd, fair lady; nor misconstrue
-The mind of Talbot, as you did mistake
-The outward composition of his body.
-What you have done hath not offended me;
-Nor other satisfaction do I crave,
-But only, with your patience, that we may
-Taste of your wine and see what cates you have;
-For soldiers' stomachs always serve them well.
-COUNTESS
-
- -OF AUVERGNE -
-With all my heart, and think me honoured
-To feast so great a warrior in my house.
-

Exeunt

-
-

SCENE IV. London. The Temple-garden.

-

-Enter the Earls of SOMERSET, SUFFOLK, and WARWICK; RICHARD PLANTAGENET, VERNON, and another Lawyer -
-
-RICHARD
-
- -PLANTAGENET -
-Great lords and gentlemen, what means this silence?
-Dare no man answer in a case of truth?
-
- -SUFFOLK -
-Within the Temple-hall we were too loud;
-The garden here is more convenient.
-RICHARD
-
- -PLANTAGENET -
-Then say at once if I maintain'd the truth;
-Or else was wrangling Somerset in the error?
-
- -SUFFOLK -
-Faith, I have been a truant in the law,
-And never yet could frame my will to it;
-And therefore frame the law unto my will.
-
- -SOMERSET -
-Judge you, my Lord of Warwick, then, between us.
-
- -WARWICK -
-Between two hawks, which flies the higher pitch;
-Between two dogs, which hath the deeper mouth;
-Between two blades, which bears the better temper:
-Between two horses, which doth bear him best;
-Between two girls, which hath the merriest eye;
-I have perhaps some shallow spirit of judgement;
-But in these nice sharp quillets of the law,
-Good faith, I am no wiser than a daw.
-RICHARD
-
- -PLANTAGENET -
-Tut, tut, here is a mannerly forbearance:
-The truth appears so naked on my side
-That any purblind eye may find it out.
-
- -SOMERSET -
-And on my side it is so well apparell'd,
-So clear, so shining and so evident
-That it will glimmer through a blind man's eye.
-RICHARD
-
- -PLANTAGENET -
-Since you are tongue-tied and so loath to speak,
-In dumb significants proclaim your thoughts:
-Let him that is a true-born gentleman
-And stands upon the honour of his birth,
-If he suppose that I have pleaded truth,
-From off this brier pluck a white rose with me.
-
- -SOMERSET -
-Let him that is no coward nor no flatterer,
-But dare maintain the party of the truth,
-Pluck a red rose from off this thorn with me.
-
- -WARWICK -
-I love no colours, and without all colour
-Of base insinuating flattery
-I pluck this white rose with Plantagenet.
-
- -SUFFOLK -
-I pluck this red rose with young Somerset
-And say withal I think he held the right.
-
- -VERNON -
-Stay, lords and gentlemen, and pluck no more,
-Till you conclude that he upon whose side
-The fewest roses are cropp'd from the tree
-Shall yield the other in the right opinion.
-
- -SOMERSET -
-Good Master Vernon, it is well objected:
-If I have fewest, I subscribe in silence.
-RICHARD
-
- -PLANTAGENET -
-And I.
-
- -VERNON -
-Then for the truth and plainness of the case.
-I pluck this pale and maiden blossom here,
-Giving my verdict on the white rose side.
-
- -SOMERSET -
-Prick not your finger as you pluck it off,
-Lest bleeding you do paint the white rose red
-And fall on my side so, against your will.
-
- -VERNON -
-If I my lord, for my opinion bleed,
-Opinion shall be surgeon to my hurt
-And keep me on the side where still I am.
-
- -SOMERSET -
-Well, well, come on: who else?
-
- -Lawyer -
-Unless my study and my books be false,
-The argument you held was wrong in you:
-

To SOMERSET

-In sign whereof I pluck a white rose too.
-RICHARD
-
- -PLANTAGENET -
-Now, Somerset, where is your argument?
-
- -SOMERSET -
-Here in my scabbard, meditating that
-Shall dye your white rose in a bloody red.
-RICHARD
-
- -PLANTAGENET -
-Meantime your cheeks do counterfeit our roses;
-For pale they look with fear, as witnessing
-The truth on our side.
-
- -SOMERSET -
-No, Plantagenet,
-'Tis not for fear but anger that thy cheeks
-Blush for pure shame to counterfeit our roses,
-And yet thy tongue will not confess thy error.
-RICHARD
-
- -PLANTAGENET -
-Hath not thy rose a canker, Somerset?
-
- -SOMERSET -
-Hath not thy rose a thorn, Plantagenet?
-RICHARD
-
- -PLANTAGENET -
-Ay, sharp and piercing, to maintain his truth;
-Whiles thy consuming canker eats his falsehood.
-
- -SOMERSET -
-Well, I'll find friends to wear my bleeding roses,
-That shall maintain what I have said is true,
-Where false Plantagenet dare not be seen.
-RICHARD
-
- -PLANTAGENET -
-Now, by this maiden blossom in my hand,
-I scorn thee and thy fashion, peevish boy.
-
- -SUFFOLK -
-Turn not thy scorns this way, Plantagenet.
-RICHARD
-
- -PLANTAGENET -
-Proud Pole, I will, and scorn both him and thee.
-
- -SUFFOLK -
-I'll turn my part thereof into thy throat.
-
- -SOMERSET -
-Away, away, good William de la Pole!
-We grace the yeoman by conversing with him.
-
- -WARWICK -
-Now, by God's will, thou wrong'st him, Somerset;
-His grandfather was Lionel Duke of Clarence,
-Third son to the third Edward King of England:
-Spring crestless yeomen from so deep a root?
-RICHARD
-
- -PLANTAGENET -
-He bears him on the place's privilege,
-Or durst not, for his craven heart, say thus.
-
- -SOMERSET -
-By him that made me, I'll maintain my words
-On any plot of ground in Christendom.
-Was not thy father, Richard Earl of Cambridge,
-For treason executed in our late king's days?
-And, by his treason, stand'st not thou attainted,
-Corrupted, and exempt from ancient gentry?
-His trespass yet lives guilty in thy blood;
-And, till thou be restored, thou art a yeoman.
-RICHARD
-
- -PLANTAGENET -
-My father was attached, not attainted,
-Condemn'd to die for treason, but no traitor;
-And that I'll prove on better men than Somerset,
-Were growing time once ripen'd to my will.
-For your partaker Pole and you yourself,
-I'll note you in my book of memory,
-To scourge you for this apprehension:
-Look to it well and say you are well warn'd.
-
- -SOMERSET -
-Ah, thou shalt find us ready for thee still;
-And know us by these colours for thy foes,
-For these my friends in spite of thee shall wear.
-RICHARD
-
- -PLANTAGENET -
-And, by my soul, this pale and angry rose,
-As cognizance of my blood-drinking hate,
-Will I for ever and my faction wear,
-Until it wither with me to my grave
-Or flourish to the height of my degree.
-
- -SUFFOLK -
-Go forward and be choked with thy ambition!
-And so farewell until I meet thee next.
-

Exit

-
- -SOMERSET -
-Have with thee, Pole. Farewell, ambitious Richard.
-

Exit

-RICHARD
-
- -PLANTAGENET -
-How I am braved and must perforce endure it!
-
- -WARWICK -
-This blot that they object against your house
-Shall be wiped out in the next parliament
-Call'd for the truce of Winchester and Gloucester;
-And if thou be not then created York,
-I will not live to be accounted Warwick.
-Meantime, in signal of my love to thee,
-Against proud Somerset and William Pole,
-Will I upon thy party wear this rose:
-And here I prophesy: this brawl to-day,
-Grown to this faction in the Temple-garden,
-Shall send between the red rose and the white
-A thousand souls to death and deadly night.
-RICHARD
-
- -PLANTAGENET -
-Good Master Vernon, I am bound to you,
-That you on my behalf would pluck a flower.
-
- -VERNON -
-In your behalf still will I wear the same.
-
- -Lawyer -
-And so will I.
-RICHARD
-
- -PLANTAGENET -
-Thanks, gentle sir.
-Come, let us four to dinner: I dare say
-This quarrel will drink blood another day.
-

Exeunt

-
-

SCENE V. The Tower of London.

-

-Enter MORTIMER, brought in a chair, and Gaolers -
- -MORTIMER -
-Kind keepers of my weak decaying age,
-Let dying Mortimer here rest himself.
-Even like a man new haled from the rack,
-So fare my limbs with long imprisonment.
-And these grey locks, the pursuivants of death,
-Nestor-like aged in an age of care,
-Argue the end of Edmund Mortimer.
-These eyes, like lamps whose wasting oil is spent,
-Wax dim, as drawing to their exigent;
-Weak shoulders, overborne with burthening grief,
-And pithless arms, like to a wither'd vine
-That droops his sapless branches to the ground;
-Yet are these feet, whose strengthless stay is numb,
-Unable to support this lump of clay,
-Swift-winged with desire to get a grave,
-As witting I no other comfort have.
-But tell me, keeper, will my nephew come?
-
- -First Gaoler -
-Richard Plantagenet, my lord, will come:
-We sent unto the Temple, unto his chamber;
-And answer was return'd that he will come.
-
- -MORTIMER -
-Enough: my soul shall then be satisfied.
-Poor gentleman! his wrong doth equal mine.
-Since Henry Monmouth first began to reign,
-Before whose glory I was great in arms,
-This loathsome sequestration have I had:
-And even since then hath Richard been obscured,
-Deprived of honour and inheritance.
-But now the arbitrator of despairs,
-Just death, kind umpire of men's miseries,
-With sweet enlargement doth dismiss me hence:
-I would his troubles likewise were expired,
-That so he might recover what was lost.
-

Enter RICHARD PLANTAGENET

-
- -First Gaoler -
-My lord, your loving nephew now is come.
-
- -MORTIMER -
-Richard Plantagenet, my friend, is he come?
-RICHARD
-
- -PLANTAGENET -
-Ay, noble uncle, thus ignobly used,
-Your nephew, late despised Richard, comes.
-
- -MORTIMER -
-Direct mine arms I may embrace his neck,
-And in his bosom spend my latter gasp:
-O, tell me when my lips do touch his cheeks,
-That I may kindly give one fainting kiss.
-And now declare, sweet stem from York's great stock,
-Why didst thou say, of late thou wert despised?
-RICHARD
-
- -PLANTAGENET -
-First, lean thine aged back against mine arm;
-And, in that ease, I'll tell thee my disease.
-This day, in argument upon a case,
-Some words there grew 'twixt Somerset and me;
-Among which terms he used his lavish tongue
-And did upbraid me with my father's death:
-Which obloquy set bars before my tongue,
-Else with the like I had requited him.
-Therefore, good uncle, for my father's sake,
-In honour of a true Plantagenet
-And for alliance sake, declare the cause
-My father, Earl of Cambridge, lost his head.
-
- -MORTIMER -
-That cause, fair nephew, that imprison'd me
-And hath detain'd me all my flowering youth
-Within a loathsome dungeon, there to pine,
-Was cursed instrument of his decease.
-RICHARD
-
- -PLANTAGENET -
-Discover more at large what cause that was,
-For I am ignorant and cannot guess.
-
- -MORTIMER -
-I will, if that my fading breath permit
-And death approach not ere my tale be done.
-Henry the Fourth, grandfather to this king,
-Deposed his nephew Richard, Edward's son,
-The first-begotten and the lawful heir,
-Of Edward king, the third of that descent:
-During whose reign the Percies of the north,
-Finding his usurpation most unjust,
-Endeavor'd my advancement to the throne:
-The reason moved these warlike lords to this
-Was, for that--young King Richard thus removed,
-Leaving no heir begotten of his body--
-I was the next by birth and parentage;
-For by my mother I derived am
-From Lionel Duke of Clarence, the third son
-To King Edward the Third; whereas he
-From John of Gaunt doth bring his pedigree,
-Being but fourth of that heroic line.
-But mark: as in this haughty attempt
-They laboured to plant the rightful heir,
-I lost my liberty and they their lives.
-Long after this, when Henry the Fifth,
-Succeeding his father Bolingbroke, did reign,
-Thy father, Earl of Cambridge, then derived
-From famous Edmund Langley, Duke of York,
-Marrying my sister that thy mother was,
-Again in pity of my hard distress
-Levied an army, weening to redeem
-And have install'd me in the diadem:
-But, as the rest, so fell that noble earl
-And was beheaded. Thus the Mortimers,
-In whom the tide rested, were suppress'd.
-RICHARD
-
- -PLANTAGENET -
-Of which, my lord, your honour is the last.
-
- -MORTIMER -
-True; and thou seest that I no issue have
-And that my fainting words do warrant death;
-Thou art my heir; the rest I wish thee gather:
-But yet be wary in thy studious care.
-RICHARD
-
- -PLANTAGENET -
-Thy grave admonishments prevail with me:
-But yet, methinks, my father's execution
-Was nothing less than bloody tyranny.
-
- -MORTIMER -
-With silence, nephew, be thou politic:
-Strong-fixed is the house of Lancaster,
-And like a mountain, not to be removed.
-But now thy uncle is removing hence:
-As princes do their courts, when they are cloy'd
-With long continuance in a settled place.
-RICHARD
-
- -PLANTAGENET -
-O, uncle, would some part of my young years
-Might but redeem the passage of your age!
-
- -MORTIMER -
-Thou dost then wrong me, as that slaughterer doth
-Which giveth many wounds when one will kill.
-Mourn not, except thou sorrow for my good;
-Only give order for my funeral:
-And so farewell, and fair be all thy hopes
-And prosperous be thy life in peace and war!
-

Dies

-RICHARD
-
- -PLANTAGENET -
-And peace, no war, befall thy parting soul!
-In prison hast thou spent a pilgrimage
-And like a hermit overpass'd thy days.
-Well, I will lock his counsel in my breast;
-And what I do imagine let that rest.
-Keepers, convey him hence, and I myself
-Will see his burial better than his life.
-

Exeunt Gaolers, bearing out the body of MORTIMER

-Here dies the dusky torch of Mortimer,
-Choked with ambition of the meaner sort:
-And for those wrongs, those bitter injuries,
-Which Somerset hath offer'd to my house:
-I doubt not but with honour to redress;
-And therefore haste I to the parliament,
-Either to be restored to my blood,
-Or make my ill the advantage of my good.
-

Exit

-

-

ACT III

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SCENE I. London. The Parliament-house.

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-Flourish. Enter KING HENRY VI, EXETER, GLOUCESTER, WARWICK, SOMERSET, and SUFFOLK; the BISHOP OF WINCHESTER, RICHARD PLANTAGENET, and others. GLOUCESTER offers to put up a bill; BISHOP OF WINCHESTER snatches it, and tears it -
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-BISHOP
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- -OF WINCHESTER -
-Comest thou with deep premeditated lines,
-With written pamphlets studiously devised,
-Humphrey of Gloucester? If thou canst accuse,
-Or aught intend'st to lay unto my charge,
-Do it without invention, suddenly;
-As I with sudden and extemporal speech
-Purpose to answer what thou canst object.
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- -GLOUCESTER -
-Presumptuous priest! this place commands my patience,
-Or thou shouldst find thou hast dishonour'd me.
-Think not, although in writing I preferr'd
-The manner of thy vile outrageous crimes,
-That therefore I have forged, or am not able
-Verbatim to rehearse the method of my pen:
-No, prelate; such is thy audacious wickedness,
-Thy lewd, pestiferous and dissentious pranks,
-As very infants prattle of thy pride.
-Thou art a most pernicious usurer,
-Forward by nature, enemy to peace;
-Lascivious, wanton, more than well beseems
-A man of thy profession and degree;
-And for thy treachery, what's more manifest?
-In that thou laid'st a trap to take my life,
-As well at London bridge as at the Tower.
-Beside, I fear me, if thy thoughts were sifted,
-The king, thy sovereign, is not quite exempt
-From envious malice of thy swelling heart.
-BISHOP
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- -OF WINCHESTER -
-Gloucester, I do defy thee. Lords, vouchsafe
-To give me hearing what I shall reply.
-If I were covetous, ambitious or perverse,
-As he will have me, how am I so poor?
-Or how haps it I seek not to advance
-Or raise myself, but keep my wonted calling?
-And for dissension, who preferreth peace
-More than I do?--except I be provoked.
-No, my good lords, it is not that offends;
-It is not that that hath incensed the duke:
-It is, because no one should sway but he;
-No one but he should be about the king;
-And that engenders thunder in his breast
-And makes him roar these accusations forth.
-But he shall know I am as good--
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- -GLOUCESTER -
-As good!
-Thou bastard of my grandfather!
-BISHOP
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- -OF WINCHESTER -
-Ay, lordly sir; for what are you, I pray,
-But one imperious in another's throne?
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- -GLOUCESTER -
-Am I not protector, saucy priest?
-BISHOP
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- -OF WINCHESTER -
-And am not I a prelate of the church?
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- -GLOUCESTER -
-Yes, as an outlaw in a castle keeps
-And useth it to patronage his theft.
-BISHOP
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- -OF WINCHESTER -
-Unreverent Gloster!
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- -GLOUCESTER -
-Thou art reverent
-Touching thy spiritual function, not thy life.
-BISHOP
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- -OF WINCHESTER -
-Rome shall remedy this.
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- -WARWICK -
-Roam thither, then.
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- -SOMERSET -
-My lord, it were your duty to forbear.
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- -WARWICK -
-Ay, see the bishop be not overborne.
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- -SOMERSET -
-Methinks my lord should be religious
-And know the office that belongs to such.
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- -WARWICK -
-Methinks his lordship should be humbler;
-it fitteth not a prelate so to plead.
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- -SOMERSET -
-Yes, when his holy state is touch'd so near.
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- -WARWICK -
-State holy or unhallow'd, what of that?
-Is not his grace protector to the king?
-RICHARD
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- -PLANTAGENET -
-[Aside] Plantagenet, I see, must hold his tongue,
-Lest it be said 'Speak, sirrah, when you should;
-Must your bold verdict enter talk with lords?'
-Else would I have a fling at Winchester.
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- -KING HENRY VI -
-Uncles of Gloucester and of Winchester,
-The special watchmen of our English weal,
-I would prevail, if prayers might prevail,
-To join your hearts in love and amity.
-O, what a scandal is it to our crown,
-That two such noble peers as ye should jar!
-Believe me, lords, my tender years can tell
-Civil dissension is a viperous worm
-That gnaws the bowels of the commonwealth.
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A noise within, 'Down with the tawny-coats!'

-What tumult's this?
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- -WARWICK -
-An uproar, I dare warrant,
-Begun through malice of the bishop's men.
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A noise again, 'Stones! stones!' Enter Mayor

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- -Mayor -
-O, my good lords, and virtuous Henry,
-Pity the city of London, pity us!
-The bishop and the Duke of Gloucester's men,
-Forbidden late to carry any weapon,
-Have fill'd their pockets full of pebble stones
-And banding themselves in contrary parts
-Do pelt so fast at one another's pate
-That many have their giddy brains knock'd out:
-Our windows are broke down in every street
-And we for fear compell'd to shut our shops.
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Enter Serving-men, in skirmish, with bloody pates

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- -KING HENRY VI -
-We charge you, on allegiance to ourself,
-To hold your slaughtering hands and keep the peace.
-Pray, uncle Gloucester, mitigate this strife.
-First Serving-man Nay, if we be forbidden stones,
-We'll fall to it with our teeth.
-Second Serving-man Do what ye dare, we are as resolute.
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Skirmish again

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- -GLOUCESTER -
-You of my household, leave this peevish broil
-And set this unaccustom'd fight aside.
-Third Serving-man My lord, we know your grace to be a man
-Just and upright; and, for your royal birth,
-Inferior to none but to his majesty:
-And ere that we will suffer such a prince,
-So kind a father of the commonweal,
-To be disgraced by an inkhorn mate,
-We and our wives and children all will fight
-And have our bodies slaughtered by thy foes.
-First Serving-man Ay, and the very parings of our nails
-Shall pitch a field when we are dead.
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Begin again

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- -GLOUCESTER -
-Stay, stay, I say!
-And if you love me, as you say you do,
-Let me persuade you to forbear awhile.
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- -KING HENRY VI -
-O, how this discord doth afflict my soul!
-Can you, my Lord of Winchester, behold
-My sighs and tears and will not once relent?
-Who should be pitiful, if you be not?
-Or who should study to prefer a peace.
-If holy churchmen take delight in broils?
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- -WARWICK -
-Yield, my lord protector; yield, Winchester;
-Except you mean with obstinate repulse
-To slay your sovereign and destroy the realm.
-You see what mischief and what murder too
-Hath been enacted through your enmity;
-Then be at peace except ye thirst for blood.
-BISHOP
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- -OF WINCHESTER -
-He shall submit, or I will never yield.
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- -GLOUCESTER -
-Compassion on the king commands me stoop;
-Or I would see his heart out, ere the priest
-Should ever get that privilege of me.
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- -WARWICK -
-Behold, my Lord of Winchester, the duke
-Hath banish'd moody discontented fury,
-As by his smoothed brows it doth appear:
-Why look you still so stern and tragical?
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- -GLOUCESTER -
-Here, Winchester, I offer thee my hand.
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- -KING HENRY VI -
-Fie, uncle Beaufort! I have heard you preach
-That malice was a great and grievous sin;
-And will not you maintain the thing you teach,
-But prove a chief offender in the same?
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- -WARWICK -
-Sweet king! the bishop hath a kindly gird.
-For shame, my lord of Winchester, relent!
-What, shall a child instruct you what to do?
-BISHOP
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- -OF WINCHESTER -
-Well, Duke of Gloucester, I will yield to thee;
-Love for thy love and hand for hand I give.
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- -GLOUCESTER -
-[Aside] Ay, but, I fear me, with a hollow heart.--
-See here, my friends and loving countrymen,
-This token serveth for a flag of truce
-Betwixt ourselves and all our followers:
-So help me God, as I dissemble not!
-BISHOP
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- -OF WINCHESTER -
-[Aside] So help me God, as I intend it not!
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- -KING HENRY VI -
-O, loving uncle, kind Duke of Gloucester,
-How joyful am I made by this contract!
-Away, my masters! trouble us no more;
-But join in friendship, as your lords have done.
-First Serving-man Content: I'll to the surgeon's.
-Second Serving-man And so will I.
-Third Serving-man And I will see what physic the tavern affords.
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Exeunt Serving-men, Mayor, & c

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- -WARWICK -
-Accept this scroll, most gracious sovereign,
-Which in the right of Richard Plantagenet
-We do exhibit to your majesty.
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- -GLOUCESTER -
-Well urged, my Lord of Warwick: or sweet prince,
-And if your grace mark every circumstance,
-You have great reason to do Richard right;
-Especially for those occasions
-At Eltham Place I told your majesty.
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- -KING HENRY VI -
-And those occasions, uncle, were of force:
-Therefore, my loving lords, our pleasure is
-That Richard be restored to his blood.
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- -WARWICK -
-Let Richard be restored to his blood;
-So shall his father's wrongs be recompensed.
-BISHOP
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- -OF WINCHESTER -
-As will the rest, so willeth Winchester.
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- -KING HENRY VI -
-If Richard will be true, not that alone
-But all the whole inheritance I give
-That doth belong unto the house of York,
-From whence you spring by lineal descent.
-RICHARD
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- -PLANTAGENET -
-Thy humble servant vows obedience
-And humble service till the point of death.
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- -KING HENRY VI -
-Stoop then and set your knee against my foot;
-And, in reguerdon of that duty done,
-I gird thee with the valiant sword of York:
-Rise Richard, like a true Plantagenet,
-And rise created princely Duke of York.
-RICHARD
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- -PLANTAGENET -
-And so thrive Richard as thy foes may fall!
-And as my duty springs, so perish they
-That grudge one thought against your majesty!
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- -ALL -
-Welcome, high prince, the mighty Duke of York!
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- -SOMERSET -
-[Aside] Perish, base prince, ignoble Duke of York!
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- -GLOUCESTER -
-Now will it best avail your majesty
-To cross the seas and to be crown'd in France:
-The presence of a king engenders love
-Amongst his subjects and his loyal friends,
-As it disanimates his enemies.
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- -KING HENRY VI -
-When Gloucester says the word, King Henry goes;
-For friendly counsel cuts off many foes.
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- -GLOUCESTER -
-Your ships already are in readiness.
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Sennet. Flourish. Exeunt all but EXETER

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- -EXETER -
-Ay, we may march in England or in France,
-Not seeing what is likely to ensue.
-This late dissension grown betwixt the peers
-Burns under feigned ashes of forged love
-And will at last break out into a flame:
-As fester'd members rot but by degree,
-Till bones and flesh and sinews fall away,
-So will this base and envious discord breed.
-And now I fear that fatal prophecy
-Which in the time of Henry named the Fifth
-Was in the mouth of every sucking babe;
-That Henry born at Monmouth should win all
-And Henry born at Windsor lose all:
-Which is so plain that Exeter doth wish
-His days may finish ere that hapless time.
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Exit

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SCENE II. France. Before Rouen.

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-Enter JOAN LA PUCELLE disguised, with four Soldiers with sacks upon their backs -
- -JOAN LA PUCELLE -
-These are the city gates, the gates of Rouen,
-Through which our policy must make a breach:
-Take heed, be wary how you place your words;
-Talk like the vulgar sort of market men
-That come to gather money for their corn.
-If we have entrance, as I hope we shall,
-And that we find the slothful watch but weak,
-I'll by a sign give notice to our friends,
-That Charles the Dauphin may encounter them.
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- -First Soldier -
-Our sacks shall be a mean to sack the city,
-And we be lords and rulers over Rouen;
-Therefore we'll knock.
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Knocks

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- -Watch -
-[Within] Qui est la?
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- -JOAN LA PUCELLE -
-Paysans, pauvres gens de France;
-Poor market folks that come to sell their corn.
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- -Watch -
-Enter, go in; the market bell is rung.
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- -JOAN LA PUCELLE -
-Now, Rouen, I'll shake thy bulwarks to the ground.
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Exeunt

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Enter CHARLES, the BASTARD OF ORLEANS, ALENCON, REIGNIER, and forces

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- -CHARLES -
-Saint Denis bless this happy stratagem!
-And once again we'll sleep secure in Rouen.
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- -BASTARD OF ORLEANS -
-Here enter'd Pucelle and her practisants;
-Now she is there, how will she specify
-Where is the best and safest passage in?
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- -REIGNIER -
-By thrusting out a torch from yonder tower;
-Which, once discern'd, shows that her meaning is,
-No way to that, for weakness, which she enter'd.
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Enter JOAN LA PUCELLE on the top, thrusting out a torch burning

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- -JOAN LA PUCELLE -
-Behold, this is the happy wedding torch
-That joineth Rouen unto her countrymen,
-But burning fatal to the Talbotites!
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Exit

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- -BASTARD OF ORLEANS -
-See, noble Charles, the beacon of our friend;
-The burning torch in yonder turret stands.
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- -CHARLES -
-Now shine it like a comet of revenge,
-A prophet to the fall of all our foes!
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- -REIGNIER -
-Defer no time, delays have dangerous ends;
-Enter, and cry 'The Dauphin!' presently,
-And then do execution on the watch.
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Alarum. Exeunt

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An alarum. Enter TALBOT in an excursion

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- -TALBOT -
-France, thou shalt rue this treason with thy tears,
-If Talbot but survive thy treachery.
-Pucelle, that witch, that damned sorceress,
-Hath wrought this hellish mischief unawares,
-That hardly we escaped the pride of France.
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Exit

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An alarum: excursions. BEDFORD, brought in sick in a chair. Enter TALBOT and BURGUNDY without: within JOAN LA PUCELLE, CHARLES, BASTARD OF ORLEANS, ALENCON, and REIGNIER, on the walls

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- -JOAN LA PUCELLE -
-Good morrow, gallants! want ye corn for bread?
-I think the Duke of Burgundy will fast
-Before he'll buy again at such a rate:
-'Twas full of darnel; do you like the taste?
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- -BURGUNDY -
-Scoff on, vile fiend and shameless courtezan!
-I trust ere long to choke thee with thine own
-And make thee curse the harvest of that corn.
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- -CHARLES -
-Your grace may starve perhaps before that time.
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- -BEDFORD -
-O, let no words, but deeds, revenge this treason!
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- -JOAN LA PUCELLE -
-What will you do, good grey-beard? break a lance,
-And run a tilt at death within a chair?
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- -TALBOT -
-Foul fiend of France, and hag of all despite,
-Encompass'd with thy lustful paramours!
-Becomes it thee to taunt his valiant age
-And twit with cowardice a man half dead?
-Damsel, I'll have a bout with you again,
-Or else let Talbot perish with this shame.
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- -JOAN LA PUCELLE -
-Are ye so hot, sir? yet, Pucelle, hold thy peace;
-If Talbot do but thunder, rain will follow.
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The English whisper together in council

-God speed the parliament! who shall be the speaker?
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- -TALBOT -
-Dare ye come forth and meet us in the field?
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- -JOAN LA PUCELLE -
-Belike your lordship takes us then for fools,
-To try if that our own be ours or no.
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- -TALBOT -
-I speak not to that railing Hecate,
-But unto thee, Alencon, and the rest;
-Will ye, like soldiers, come and fight it out?
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- -ALENCON -
-Signior, no.
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- -TALBOT -
-Signior, hang! base muleters of France!
-Like peasant foot-boys do they keep the walls
-And dare not take up arms like gentlemen.
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- -JOAN LA PUCELLE -
-Away, captains! let's get us from the walls;
-For Talbot means no goodness by his looks.
-God be wi' you, my lord! we came but to tell you
-That we are here.
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Exeunt from the walls

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- -TALBOT -
-And there will we be too, ere it be long,
-Or else reproach be Talbot's greatest fame!
-Vow, Burgundy, by honour of thy house,
-Prick'd on by public wrongs sustain'd in France,
-Either to get the town again or die:
-And I, as sure as English Henry lives
-And as his father here was conqueror,
-As sure as in this late-betrayed town
-Great Coeur-de-lion's heart was buried,
-So sure I swear to get the town or die.
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- -BURGUNDY -
-My vows are equal partners with thy vows.
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- -TALBOT -
-But, ere we go, regard this dying prince,
-The valiant Duke of Bedford. Come, my lord,
-We will bestow you in some better place,
-Fitter for sickness and for crazy age.
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- -BEDFORD -
-Lord Talbot, do not so dishonour me:
-Here will I sit before the walls of Rouen
-And will be partner of your weal or woe.
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- -BURGUNDY -
-Courageous Bedford, let us now persuade you.
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- -BEDFORD -
-Not to be gone from hence; for once I read
-That stout Pendragon in his litter sick
-Came to the field and vanquished his foes:
-Methinks I should revive the soldiers' hearts,
-Because I ever found them as myself.
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- -TALBOT -
-Undaunted spirit in a dying breast!
-Then be it so: heavens keep old Bedford safe!
-And now no more ado, brave Burgundy,
-But gather we our forces out of hand
-And set upon our boasting enemy.
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Exeunt all but BEDFORD and Attendants

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An alarum: excursions. Enter FASTOLFE and a Captain

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- -Captain -
-Whither away, Sir John Fastolfe, in such haste?
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- -FASTOLFE -
-Whither away! to save myself by flight:
-We are like to have the overthrow again.
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- -Captain -
-What! will you fly, and leave Lord Talbot?
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- -FASTOLFE -
-Ay,
-All the Talbots in the world, to save my life!
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Exit

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- -Captain -
-Cowardly knight! ill fortune follow thee!
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Exit

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Retreat: excursions. JOAN LA PUCELLE, ALENCON, and CHARLES fly

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- -BEDFORD -
-Now, quiet soul, depart when heaven please,
-For I have seen our enemies' overthrow.
-What is the trust or strength of foolish man?
-They that of late were daring with their scoffs
-Are glad and fain by flight to save themselves.
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BEDFORD dies, and is carried in by two in his chair

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An alarum. Re-enter TALBOT, BURGUNDY, and the rest

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- -TALBOT -
-Lost, and recover'd in a day again!
-This is a double honour, Burgundy:
-Yet heavens have glory for this victory!
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- -BURGUNDY -
-Warlike and martial Talbot, Burgundy
-Enshrines thee in his heart and there erects
-Thy noble deeds as valour's monuments.
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- -TALBOT -
-Thanks, gentle duke. But where is Pucelle now?
-I think her old familiar is asleep:
-Now where's the Bastard's braves, and Charles his gleeks?
-What, all amort? Rouen hangs her head for grief
-That such a valiant company are fled.
-Now will we take some order in the town,
-Placing therein some expert officers,
-And then depart to Paris to the king,
-For there young Henry with his nobles lie.
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- -BURGUNDY -
-What wills Lord Talbot pleaseth Burgundy.
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- -TALBOT -
-But yet, before we go, let's not forget
-The noble Duke of Bedford late deceased,
-But see his exequies fulfill'd in Rouen:
-A braver soldier never couched lance,
-A gentler heart did never sway in court;
-But kings and mightiest potentates must die,
-For that's the end of human misery.
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Exeunt

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SCENE III. The plains near Rouen.

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-Enter CHARLES, the BASTARD OF ORLEANS, ALENCON, JOAN LA PUCELLE, and forces -
- -JOAN LA PUCELLE -
-Dismay not, princes, at this accident,
-Nor grieve that Rouen is so recovered:
-Care is no cure, but rather corrosive,
-For things that are not to be remedied.
-Let frantic Talbot triumph for a while
-And like a peacock sweep along his tail;
-We'll pull his plumes and take away his train,
-If Dauphin and the rest will be but ruled.
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- -CHARLES -
-We have been guided by thee hitherto,
-And of thy cunning had no diffidence:
-One sudden foil shall never breed distrust.
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- -BASTARD OF ORLEANS -
-Search out thy wit for secret policies,
-And we will make thee famous through the world.
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- -ALENCON -
-We'll set thy statue in some holy place,
-And have thee reverenced like a blessed saint:
-Employ thee then, sweet virgin, for our good.
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- -JOAN LA PUCELLE -
-Then thus it must be; this doth Joan devise:
-By fair persuasions mix'd with sugar'd words
-We will entice the Duke of Burgundy
-To leave the Talbot and to follow us.
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- -CHARLES -
-Ay, marry, sweeting, if we could do that,
-France were no place for Henry's warriors;
-Nor should that nation boast it so with us,
-But be extirped from our provinces.
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- -ALENCON -
-For ever should they be expulsed from France
-And not have title of an earldom here.
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- -JOAN LA PUCELLE -
-Your honours shall perceive how I will work
-To bring this matter to the wished end.
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Drum sounds afar off

-Hark! by the sound of drum you may perceive
-Their powers are marching unto Paris-ward.
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Here sound an English march. Enter, and pass over at a distance, TALBOT and his forces

-There goes the Talbot, with his colours spread,
-And all the troops of English after him.
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French march. Enter BURGUNDY and forces

-Now in the rearward comes the duke and his:
-Fortune in favour makes him lag behind.
-Summon a parley; we will talk with him.
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Trumpets sound a parley

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- -CHARLES -
-A parley with the Duke of Burgundy!
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- -BURGUNDY -
-Who craves a parley with the Burgundy?
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- -JOAN LA PUCELLE -
-The princely Charles of France, thy countryman.
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- -BURGUNDY -
-What say'st thou, Charles? for I am marching hence.
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- -CHARLES -
-Speak, Pucelle, and enchant him with thy words.
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- -JOAN LA PUCELLE -
-Brave Burgundy, undoubted hope of France!
-Stay, let thy humble handmaid speak to thee.
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- -BURGUNDY -
-Speak on; but be not over-tedious.
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- -JOAN LA PUCELLE -
-Look on thy country, look on fertile France,
-And see the cities and the towns defaced
-By wasting ruin of the cruel foe.
-As looks the mother on her lowly babe
-When death doth close his tender dying eyes,
-See, see the pining malady of France;
-Behold the wounds, the most unnatural wounds,
-Which thou thyself hast given her woful breast.
-O, turn thy edged sword another way;
-Strike those that hurt, and hurt not those that help.
-One drop of blood drawn from thy country's bosom
-Should grieve thee more than streams of foreign gore:
-Return thee therefore with a flood of tears,
-And wash away thy country's stained spots.
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- -BURGUNDY -
-Either she hath bewitch'd me with her words,
-Or nature makes me suddenly relent.
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- -JOAN LA PUCELLE -
-Besides, all French and France exclaims on thee,
-Doubting thy birth and lawful progeny.
-Who joint'st thou with but with a lordly nation
-That will not trust thee but for profit's sake?
-When Talbot hath set footing once in France
-And fashion'd thee that instrument of ill,
-Who then but English Henry will be lord
-And thou be thrust out like a fugitive?
-Call we to mind, and mark but this for proof,
-Was not the Duke of Orleans thy foe?
-And was he not in England prisoner?
-But when they heard he was thine enemy,
-They set him free without his ransom paid,
-In spite of Burgundy and all his friends.
-See, then, thou fight'st against thy countrymen
-And joint'st with them will be thy slaughtermen.
-Come, come, return; return, thou wandering lord:
-Charles and the rest will take thee in their arms.
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- -BURGUNDY -
-I am vanquished; these haughty words of hers
-Have batter'd me like roaring cannon-shot,
-And made me almost yield upon my knees.
-Forgive me, country, and sweet countrymen,
-And, lords, accept this hearty kind embrace:
-My forces and my power of men are yours:
-So farewell, Talbot; I'll no longer trust thee.
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- -JOAN LA PUCELLE -
-[Aside] Done like a Frenchman: turn, and turn again!
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- -CHARLES -
-Welcome, brave duke! thy friendship makes us fresh.
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- -BASTARD OF ORLEANS -
-And doth beget new courage in our breasts.
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- -ALENCON -
-Pucelle hath bravely play'd her part in this,
-And doth deserve a coronet of gold.
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- -CHARLES -
-Now let us on, my lords, and join our powers,
-And seek how we may prejudice the foe.
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Exeunt

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SCENE IV. Paris. The palace.

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-Enter KING HENRY VI, GLOUCESTER, BISHOP OF WINCHESTER, YORK, SUFFOLK, SOMERSET, WARWICK, EXETER, VERNON BASSET, and others. To them with his Soldiers, TALBOT -
- -TALBOT -
-My gracious prince, and honourable peers,
-Hearing of your arrival in this realm,
-I have awhile given truce unto my wars,
-To do my duty to my sovereign:
-In sign, whereof, this arm, that hath reclaim'd
-To your obedience fifty fortresses,
-Twelve cities and seven walled towns of strength,
-Beside five hundred prisoners of esteem,
-Lets fall his sword before your highness' feet,
-And with submissive loyalty of heart
-Ascribes the glory of his conquest got
-First to my God and next unto your grace.
-

Kneels

-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-Is this the Lord Talbot, uncle Gloucester,
-That hath so long been resident in France?
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-Yes, if it please your majesty, my liege.
-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-Welcome, brave captain and victorious lord!
-When I was young, as yet I am not old,
-I do remember how my father said
-A stouter champion never handled sword.
-Long since we were resolved of your truth,
-Your faithful service and your toil in war;
-Yet never have you tasted our reward,
-Or been reguerdon'd with so much as thanks,
-Because till now we never saw your face:
-Therefore, stand up; and, for these good deserts,
-We here create you Earl of Shrewsbury;
-And in our coronation take your place.
-

Sennet. Flourish. Exeunt all but VERNON and BASSET

-
- -VERNON -
-Now, sir, to you, that were so hot at sea,
-Disgracing of these colours that I wear
-In honour of my noble Lord of York:
-Darest thou maintain the former words thou spakest?
-
- -BASSET -
-Yes, sir; as well as you dare patronage
-The envious barking of your saucy tongue
-Against my lord the Duke of Somerset.
-
- -VERNON -
-Sirrah, thy lord I honour as he is.
-
- -BASSET -
-Why, what is he? as good a man as York.
-
- -VERNON -
-Hark ye; not so: in witness, take ye that.
-

Strikes him

-
- -BASSET -
-Villain, thou know'st the law of arms is such
-That whoso draws a sword, 'tis present death,
-Or else this blow should broach thy dearest blood.
-But I'll unto his majesty, and crave
-I may have liberty to venge this wrong;
-When thou shalt see I'll meet thee to thy cost.
-
- -VERNON -
-Well, miscreant, I'll be there as soon as you;
-And, after, meet you sooner than you would.
-

Exeunt

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ACT IV

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SCENE I. Paris. A hall of state.

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-Enter KING HENRY VI, GLOUCESTER, BISHOP OF WINCHESTER, YORK, SUFFOLK, SOMERSET, WARWICK, TALBOT, EXETER, the Governor, of Paris, and others -
- -GLOUCESTER -
-Lord bishop, set the crown upon his head.
-BISHOP
-
- -OF WINCHESTER -
-God save King Henry, of that name the sixth!
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-Now, governor of Paris, take your oath,
-That you elect no other king but him;
-Esteem none friends but such as are his friends,
-And none your foes but such as shall pretend
-Malicious practises against his state:
-This shall ye do, so help you righteous God!
-

Enter FASTOLFE

-
- -FASTOLFE -
-My gracious sovereign, as I rode from Calais,
-To haste unto your coronation,
-A letter was deliver'd to my hands,
-Writ to your grace from the Duke of Burgundy.
-
- -TALBOT -
-Shame to the Duke of Burgundy and thee!
-I vow'd, base knight, when I did meet thee next,
-To tear the garter from thy craven's leg,
-

Plucking it off

-Which I have done, because unworthily
-Thou wast installed in that high degree.
-Pardon me, princely Henry, and the rest
-This dastard, at the battle of Patay,
-When but in all I was six thousand strong
-And that the French were almost ten to one,
-Before we met or that a stroke was given,
-Like to a trusty squire did run away:
-In which assault we lost twelve hundred men;
-Myself and divers gentlemen beside
-Were there surprised and taken prisoners.
-Then judge, great lords, if I have done amiss;
-Or whether that such cowards ought to wear
-This ornament of knighthood, yea or no.
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-To say the truth, this fact was infamous
-And ill beseeming any common man,
-Much more a knight, a captain and a leader.
-
- -TALBOT -
-When first this order was ordain'd, my lords,
-Knights of the garter were of noble birth,
-Valiant and virtuous, full of haughty courage,
-Such as were grown to credit by the wars;
-Not fearing death, nor shrinking for distress,
-But always resolute in most extremes.
-He then that is not furnish'd in this sort
-Doth but usurp the sacred name of knight,
-Profaning this most honourable order,
-And should, if I were worthy to be judge,
-Be quite degraded, like a hedge-born swain
-That doth presume to boast of gentle blood.
-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-Stain to thy countrymen, thou hear'st thy doom!
-Be packing, therefore, thou that wast a knight:
-Henceforth we banish thee, on pain of death.
-

Exit FASTOLFE

-And now, my lord protector, view the letter
-Sent from our uncle Duke of Burgundy.
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-What means his grace, that he hath changed his style?
-No more but, plain and bluntly, 'To the king!'
-Hath he forgot he is his sovereign?
-Or doth this churlish superscription
-Pretend some alteration in good will?
-What's here?
-

Reads

-'I have, upon especial cause,
-Moved with compassion of my country's wreck,
-Together with the pitiful complaints
-Of such as your oppression feeds upon,
-Forsaken your pernicious faction
-And join'd with Charles, the rightful King of France.'
-O monstrous treachery! can this be so,
-That in alliance, amity and oaths,
-There should be found such false dissembling guile?
-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-What! doth my uncle Burgundy revolt?
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-He doth, my lord, and is become your foe.
-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-Is that the worst this letter doth contain?
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-It is the worst, and all, my lord, he writes.
-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-Why, then, Lord Talbot there shall talk with him
-And give him chastisement for this abuse.
-How say you, my lord? are you not content?
-
- -TALBOT -
-Content, my liege! yes, but that I am prevented,
-I should have begg'd I might have been employ'd.
-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-Then gather strength and march unto him straight:
-Let him perceive how ill we brook his treason
-And what offence it is to flout his friends.
-
- -TALBOT -
-I go, my lord, in heart desiring still
-You may behold confusion of your foes.
-

Exit

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Enter VERNON and BASSET

-
- -VERNON -
-Grant me the combat, gracious sovereign.
-
- -BASSET -
-And me, my lord, grant me the combat too.
-
- -YORK -
-This is my servant: hear him, noble prince.
-
- -SOMERSET -
-And this is mine: sweet Henry, favour him.
-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-Be patient, lords; and give them leave to speak.
-Say, gentlemen, what makes you thus exclaim?
-And wherefore crave you combat? or with whom?
-
- -VERNON -
-With him, my lord; for he hath done me wrong.
-
- -BASSET -
-And I with him; for he hath done me wrong.
-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-What is that wrong whereof you both complain?
-First let me know, and then I'll answer you.
-
- -BASSET -
-Crossing the sea from England into France,
-This fellow here, with envious carping tongue,
-Upbraided me about the rose I wear;
-Saying, the sanguine colour of the leaves
-Did represent my master's blushing cheeks,
-When stubbornly he did repugn the truth
-About a certain question in the law
-Argued betwixt the Duke of York and him;
-With other vile and ignominious terms:
-In confutation of which rude reproach
-And in defence of my lord's worthiness,
-I crave the benefit of law of arms.
-
- -VERNON -
-And that is my petition, noble lord:
-For though he seem with forged quaint conceit
-To set a gloss upon his bold intent,
-Yet know, my lord, I was provoked by him;
-And he first took exceptions at this badge,
-Pronouncing that the paleness of this flower
-Bewray'd the faintness of my master's heart.
-
- -YORK -
-Will not this malice, Somerset, be left?
-
- -SOMERSET -
-Your private grudge, my Lord of York, will out,
-Though ne'er so cunningly you smother it.
-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-Good Lord, what madness rules in brainsick men,
-When for so slight and frivolous a cause
-Such factious emulations shall arise!
-Good cousins both, of York and Somerset,
-Quiet yourselves, I pray, and be at peace.
-
- -YORK -
-Let this dissension first be tried by fight,
-And then your highness shall command a peace.
-
- -SOMERSET -
-The quarrel toucheth none but us alone;
-Betwixt ourselves let us decide it then.
-
- -YORK -
-There is my pledge; accept it, Somerset.
-
- -VERNON -
-Nay, let it rest where it began at first.
-
- -BASSET -
-Confirm it so, mine honourable lord.
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-Confirm it so! Confounded be your strife!
-And perish ye, with your audacious prate!
-Presumptuous vassals, are you not ashamed
-With this immodest clamorous outrage
-To trouble and disturb the king and us?
-And you, my lords, methinks you do not well
-To bear with their perverse objections;
-Much less to take occasion from their mouths
-To raise a mutiny betwixt yourselves:
-Let me persuade you take a better course.
-
- -EXETER -
-It grieves his highness: good my lords, be friends.
-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-Come hither, you that would be combatants:
-Henceforth I charge you, as you love our favour,
-Quite to forget this quarrel and the cause.
-And you, my lords, remember where we are,
-In France, amongst a fickle wavering nation:
-If they perceive dissension in our looks
-And that within ourselves we disagree,
-How will their grudging stomachs be provoked
-To wilful disobedience, and rebel!
-Beside, what infamy will there arise,
-When foreign princes shall be certified
-That for a toy, a thing of no regard,
-King Henry's peers and chief nobility
-Destroy'd themselves, and lost the realm of France!
-O, think upon the conquest of my father,
-My tender years, and let us not forego
-That for a trifle that was bought with blood
-Let me be umpire in this doubtful strife.
-I see no reason, if I wear this rose,
-

Putting on a red rose

-That any one should therefore be suspicious
-I more incline to Somerset than York:
-Both are my kinsmen, and I love them both:
-As well they may upbraid me with my crown,
-Because, forsooth, the king of Scots is crown'd.
-But your discretions better can persuade
-Than I am able to instruct or teach:
-And therefore, as we hither came in peace,
-So let us still continue peace and love.
-Cousin of York, we institute your grace
-To be our regent in these parts of France:
-And, good my Lord of Somerset, unite
-Your troops of horsemen with his bands of foot;
-And, like true subjects, sons of your progenitors,
-Go cheerfully together and digest.
-Your angry choler on your enemies.
-Ourself, my lord protector and the rest
-After some respite will return to Calais;
-From thence to England; where I hope ere long
-To be presented, by your victories,
-With Charles, Alencon and that traitorous rout.
-

Flourish. Exeunt all but YORK, WARWICK, EXETER and VERNON

-
- -WARWICK -
-My Lord of York, I promise you, the king
-Prettily, methought, did play the orator.
-
- -YORK -
-And so he did; but yet I like it not,
-In that he wears the badge of Somerset.
-
- -WARWICK -
-Tush, that was but his fancy, blame him not;
-I dare presume, sweet prince, he thought no harm.
-
- -YORK -
-An if I wist he did,--but let it rest;
-Other affairs must now be managed.
-

Exeunt all but EXETER

-
- -EXETER -
-Well didst thou, Richard, to suppress thy voice;
-For, had the passions of thy heart burst out,
-I fear we should have seen decipher'd there
-More rancorous spite, more furious raging broils,
-Than yet can be imagined or supposed.
-But howsoe'er, no simple man that sees
-This jarring discord of nobility,
-This shouldering of each other in the court,
-This factious bandying of their favourites,
-But that it doth presage some ill event.
-'Tis much when sceptres are in children's hands;
-But more when envy breeds unkind division;
-There comes the rain, there begins confusion.
-

Exit

-
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SCENE II. Before Bourdeaux.

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-Enter TALBOT, with trump and drum -
- -TALBOT -
-Go to the gates of Bourdeaux, trumpeter:
-Summon their general unto the wall.
-

Trumpet sounds. Enter General and others, aloft

-English John Talbot, captains, calls you forth,
-Servant in arms to Harry King of England;
-And thus he would: Open your city gates;
-Be humble to us; call my sovereign yours,
-And do him homage as obedient subjects;
-And I'll withdraw me and my bloody power:
-But, if you frown upon this proffer'd peace,
-You tempt the fury of my three attendants,
-Lean famine, quartering steel, and climbing fire;
-Who in a moment even with the earth
-Shall lay your stately and air-braving towers,
-If you forsake the offer of their love.
-
- -General -
-Thou ominous and fearful owl of death,
-Our nation's terror and their bloody scourge!
-The period of thy tyranny approacheth.
-On us thou canst not enter but by death;
-For, I protest, we are well fortified
-And strong enough to issue out and fight:
-If thou retire, the Dauphin, well appointed,
-Stands with the snares of war to tangle thee:
-On either hand thee there are squadrons pitch'd,
-To wall thee from the liberty of flight;
-And no way canst thou turn thee for redress,
-But death doth front thee with apparent spoil
-And pale destruction meets thee in the face.
-Ten thousand French have ta'en the sacrament
-To rive their dangerous artillery
-Upon no Christian soul but English Talbot.
-Lo, there thou stand'st, a breathing valiant man,
-Of an invincible unconquer'd spirit!
-This is the latest glory of thy praise
-That I, thy enemy, due thee withal;
-For ere the glass, that now begins to run,
-Finish the process of his sandy hour,
-These eyes, that see thee now well coloured,
-Shall see thee wither'd, bloody, pale and dead.
-

Drum afar off

-Hark! hark! the Dauphin's drum, a warning bell,
-Sings heavy music to thy timorous soul;
-And mine shall ring thy dire departure out.
-

Exeunt General, & c

-
- -TALBOT -
-He fables not; I hear the enemy:
-Out, some light horsemen, and peruse their wings.
-O, negligent and heedless discipline!
-How are we park'd and bounded in a pale,
-A little herd of England's timorous deer,
-Mazed with a yelping kennel of French curs!
-If we be English deer, be then in blood;
-Not rascal-like, to fall down with a pinch,
-But rather, moody-mad and desperate stags,
-Turn on the bloody hounds with heads of steel
-And make the cowards stand aloof at bay:
-Sell every man his life as dear as mine,
-And they shall find dear deer of us, my friends.
-God and Saint George, Talbot and England's right,
-Prosper our colours in this dangerous fight!
-

Exeunt

-
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SCENE III. Plains in Gascony.

-

-Enter a Messenger that meets YORK. Enter YORK with trumpet and many Soldiers -
- -YORK -
-Are not the speedy scouts return'd again,
-That dogg'd the mighty army of the Dauphin?
-
- -Messenger -
-They are return'd, my lord, and give it out
-That he is march'd to Bourdeaux with his power,
-To fight with Talbot: as he march'd along,
-By your espials were discovered
-Two mightier troops than that the Dauphin led,
-Which join'd with him and made their march for Bourdeaux.
-
- -YORK -
-A plague upon that villain Somerset,
-That thus delays my promised supply
-Of horsemen, that were levied for this siege!
-Renowned Talbot doth expect my aid,
-And I am lowted by a traitor villain
-And cannot help the noble chevalier:
-God comfort him in this necessity!
-If he miscarry, farewell wars in France.
-

Enter Sir William LUCY

-
- -LUCY -
-Thou princely leader of our English strength,
-Never so needful on the earth of France,
-Spur to the rescue of the noble Talbot,
-Who now is girdled with a waist of iron
-And hemm'd about with grim destruction:
-To Bourdeaux, warlike duke! to Bourdeaux, York!
-Else, farewell Talbot, France, and England's honour.
-
- -YORK -
-O God, that Somerset, who in proud heart
-Doth stop my cornets, were in Talbot's place!
-So should we save a valiant gentleman
-By forfeiting a traitor and a coward.
-Mad ire and wrathful fury makes me weep,
-That thus we die, while remiss traitors sleep.
-
- -LUCY -
-O, send some succor to the distress'd lord!
-
- -YORK -
-He dies, we lose; I break my warlike word;
-We mourn, France smiles; we lose, they daily get;
-All 'long of this vile traitor Somerset.
-
- -LUCY -
-Then God take mercy on brave Talbot's soul;
-And on his son young John, who two hours since
-I met in travel toward his warlike father!
-This seven years did not Talbot see his son;
-And now they meet where both their lives are done.
-
- -YORK -
-Alas, what joy shall noble Talbot have
-To bid his young son welcome to his grave?
-Away! vexation almost stops my breath,
-That sunder'd friends greet in the hour of death.
-Lucy, farewell; no more my fortune can,
-But curse the cause I cannot aid the man.
-Maine, Blois, Poictiers, and Tours, are won away,
-'Long all of Somerset and his delay.
-

Exit, with his soldiers

-
- -LUCY -
-Thus, while the vulture of sedition
-Feeds in the bosom of such great commanders,
-Sleeping neglection doth betray to loss
-The conquest of our scarce cold conqueror,
-That ever living man of memory,
-Henry the Fifth: whiles they each other cross,
-Lives, honours, lands and all hurry to loss.
-

Exit

-
-

SCENE IV. Other plains in Gascony.

-

-Enter SOMERSET, with his army; a Captain of TALBOT's with him -
- -SOMERSET -
-It is too late; I cannot send them now:
-This expedition was by York and Talbot
-Too rashly plotted: all our general force
-Might with a sally of the very town
-Be buckled with: the over-daring Talbot
-Hath sullied all his gloss of former honour
-By this unheedful, desperate, wild adventure:
-York set him on to fight and die in shame,
-That, Talbot dead, great York might bear the name.
-
- -Captain -
-Here is Sir William Lucy, who with me
-Set from our o'ermatch'd forces forth for aid.
-

Enter Sir William LUCY

-
- -SOMERSET -
-How now, Sir William! whither were you sent?
-
- -LUCY -
-Whither, my lord? from bought and sold Lord Talbot;
-Who, ring'd about with bold adversity,
-Cries out for noble York and Somerset,
-To beat assailing death from his weak legions:
-And whiles the honourable captain there
-Drops bloody sweat from his war-wearied limbs,
-And, in advantage lingering, looks for rescue,
-You, his false hopes, the trust of England's honour,
-Keep off aloof with worthless emulation.
-Let not your private discord keep away
-The levied succors that should lend him aid,
-While he, renowned noble gentleman,
-Yields up his life unto a world of odds:
-Orleans the Bastard, Charles, Burgundy,
-Alencon, Reignier, compass him about,
-And Talbot perisheth by your default.
-
- -SOMERSET -
-York set him on; York should have sent him aid.
-
- -LUCY -
-And York as fast upon your grace exclaims;
-Swearing that you withhold his levied host,
-Collected for this expedition.
-
- -SOMERSET -
-York lies; he might have sent and had the horse;
-I owe him little duty, and less love;
-And take foul scorn to fawn on him by sending.
-
- -LUCY -
-The fraud of England, not the force of France,
-Hath now entrapp'd the noble-minded Talbot:
-Never to England shall he bear his life;
-But dies, betray'd to fortune by your strife.
-
- -SOMERSET -
-Come, go; I will dispatch the horsemen straight:
-Within six hours they will be at his aid.
-
- -LUCY -
-Too late comes rescue: he is ta'en or slain;
-For fly he could not, if he would have fled;
-And fly would Talbot never, though he might.
-
- -SOMERSET -
-If he be dead, brave Talbot, then adieu!
-
- -LUCY -
-His fame lives in the world, his shame in you.
-

Exeunt

-
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SCENE V. The English camp near Bourdeaux.

-

-Enter TALBOT and JOHN his son -
- -TALBOT -
-O young John Talbot! I did send for thee
-To tutor thee in stratagems of war,
-That Talbot's name might be in thee revived
-When sapless age and weak unable limbs
-Should bring thy father to his drooping chair.
-But, O malignant and ill-boding stars!
-Now thou art come unto a feast of death,
-A terrible and unavoided danger:
-Therefore, dear boy, mount on my swiftest horse;
-And I'll direct thee how thou shalt escape
-By sudden flight: come, dally not, be gone.
-
- -JOHN TALBOT -
-Is my name Talbot? and am I your son?
-And shall I fly? O if you love my mother,
-Dishonour not her honourable name,
-To make a bastard and a slave of me!
-The world will say, he is not Talbot's blood,
-That basely fled when noble Talbot stood.
-
- -TALBOT -
-Fly, to revenge my death, if I be slain.
-
- -JOHN TALBOT -
-He that flies so will ne'er return again.
-
- -TALBOT -
-If we both stay, we both are sure to die.
-
- -JOHN TALBOT -
-Then let me stay; and, father, do you fly:
-Your loss is great, so your regard should be;
-My worth unknown, no loss is known in me.
-Upon my death the French can little boast;
-In yours they will, in you all hopes are lost.
-Flight cannot stain the honour you have won;
-But mine it will, that no exploit have done:
-You fled for vantage, everyone will swear;
-But, if I bow, they'll say it was for fear.
-There is no hope that ever I will stay,
-If the first hour I shrink and run away.
-Here on my knee I beg mortality,
-Rather than life preserved with infamy.
-
- -TALBOT -
-Shall all thy mother's hopes lie in one tomb?
-
- -JOHN TALBOT -
-Ay, rather than I'll shame my mother's womb.
-
- -TALBOT -
-Upon my blessing, I command thee go.
-
- -JOHN TALBOT -
-To fight I will, but not to fly the foe.
-
- -TALBOT -
-Part of thy father may be saved in thee.
-
- -JOHN TALBOT -
-No part of him but will be shame in me.
-
- -TALBOT -
-Thou never hadst renown, nor canst not lose it.
-
- -JOHN TALBOT -
-Yes, your renowned name: shall flight abuse it?
-
- -TALBOT -
-Thy father's charge shall clear thee from that stain.
-
- -JOHN TALBOT -
-You cannot witness for me, being slain.
-If death be so apparent, then both fly.
-
- -TALBOT -
-And leave my followers here to fight and die?
-My age was never tainted with such shame.
-
- -JOHN TALBOT -
-And shall my youth be guilty of such blame?
-No more can I be sever'd from your side,
-Than can yourself yourself in twain divide:
-Stay, go, do what you will, the like do I;
-For live I will not, if my father die.
-
- -TALBOT -
-Then here I take my leave of thee, fair son,
-Born to eclipse thy life this afternoon.
-Come, side by side together live and die.
-And soul with soul from France to heaven fly.
-

Exeunt

-
-

SCENE VI. A field of battle.

-

-Alarum: excursions, wherein JOHN TALBOT is hemmed about, and TALBOT rescues him -
- -TALBOT -
-Saint George and victory! fight, soldiers, fight.
-The regent hath with Talbot broke his word
-And left us to the rage of France his sword.
-Where is John Talbot? Pause, and take thy breath;
-I gave thee life and rescued thee from death.
-
- -JOHN TALBOT -
-O, twice my father, twice am I thy son!
-The life thou gavest me first was lost and done,
-Till with thy warlike sword, despite of late,
-To my determined time thou gavest new date.
-
- -TALBOT -
-When from the Dauphin's crest thy sword struck fire,
-It warm'd thy father's heart with proud desire
-Of bold-faced victory. Then leaden age,
-Quicken'd with youthful spleen and warlike rage,
-Beat down Alencon, Orleans, Burgundy,
-And from the pride of Gallia rescued thee.
-The ireful bastard Orleans, that drew blood
-From thee, my boy, and had the maidenhood
-Of thy first fight, I soon encountered,
-And interchanging blows I quickly shed
-Some of his bastard blood; and in disgrace
-Bespoke him thus; 'Contaminated, base
-And misbegotten blood I spill of thine,
-Mean and right poor, for that pure blood of mine
-Which thou didst force from Talbot, my brave boy:'
-Here, purposing the Bastard to destroy,
-Came in strong rescue. Speak, thy father's care,
-Art thou not weary, John? how dost thou fare?
-Wilt thou yet leave the battle, boy, and fly,
-Now thou art seal'd the son of chivalry?
-Fly, to revenge my death when I am dead:
-The help of one stands me in little stead.
-O, too much folly is it, well I wot,
-To hazard all our lives in one small boat!
-If I to-day die not with Frenchmen's rage,
-To-morrow I shall die with mickle age:
-By me they nothing gain an if I stay;
-'Tis but the shortening of my life one day:
-In thee thy mother dies, our household's name,
-My death's revenge, thy youth, and England's fame:
-All these and more we hazard by thy stay;
-All these are saved if thou wilt fly away.
-
- -JOHN TALBOT -
-The sword of Orleans hath not made me smart;
-These words of yours draw life-blood from my heart:
-On that advantage, bought with such a shame,
-To save a paltry life and slay bright fame,
-Before young Talbot from old Talbot fly,
-The coward horse that bears me fail and die!
-And like me to the peasant boys of France,
-To be shame's scorn and subject of mischance!
-Surely, by all the glory you have won,
-An if I fly, I am not Talbot's son:
-Then talk no more of flight, it is no boot;
-If son to Talbot, die at Talbot's foot.
-
- -TALBOT -
-Then follow thou thy desperate sire of Crete,
-Thou Icarus; thy life to me is sweet:
-If thou wilt fight, fight by thy father's side;
-And, commendable proved, let's die in pride.
-

Exeunt

-
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SCENE VII. Another part of the field.

-

-Alarum: excursions. Enter TALBOT led by a Servant -
- -TALBOT -
-Where is my other life? mine own is gone;
-O, where's young Talbot? where is valiant John?
-Triumphant death, smear'd with captivity,
-Young Talbot's valour makes me smile at thee:
-When he perceived me shrink and on my knee,
-His bloody sword he brandish'd over me,
-And, like a hungry lion, did commence
-Rough deeds of rage and stern impatience;
-But when my angry guardant stood alone,
-Tendering my ruin and assail'd of none,
-Dizzy-eyed fury and great rage of heart
-Suddenly made him from my side to start
-Into the clustering battle of the French;
-And in that sea of blood my boy did drench
-His over-mounting spirit, and there died,
-My Icarus, my blossom, in his pride.
-
- -Servant -
-O, my dear lord, lo, where your son is borne!
-

Enter Soldiers, with the body of JOHN TALBOT

-
- -TALBOT -
-Thou antic death, which laugh'st us here to scorn,
-Anon, from thy insulting tyranny,
-Coupled in bonds of perpetuity,
-Two Talbots, winged through the lither sky,
-In thy despite shall 'scape mortality.
-O, thou, whose wounds become hard-favour'd death,
-Speak to thy father ere thou yield thy breath!
-Brave death by speaking, whether he will or no;
-Imagine him a Frenchman and thy foe.
-Poor boy! he smiles, methinks, as who should say,
-Had death been French, then death had died to-day.
-Come, come and lay him in his father's arms:
-My spirit can no longer bear these harms.
-Soldiers, adieu! I have what I would have,
-Now my old arms are young John Talbot's grave.
-

Dies

-

Enter CHARLES, ALENCON, BURGUNDY, BASTARD OF ORLEANS, JOAN LA PUCELLE, and forces

-
- -CHARLES -
-Had York and Somerset brought rescue in,
-We should have found a bloody day of this.
-
- -BASTARD OF ORLEANS -
-How the young whelp of Talbot's, raging-wood,
-Did flesh his puny sword in Frenchmen's blood!
-
- -JOAN LA PUCELLE -
-Once I encounter'd him, and thus I said:
-'Thou maiden youth, be vanquish'd by a maid:'
-But, with a proud majestical high scorn,
-He answer'd thus: 'Young Talbot was not born
-To be the pillage of a giglot wench:'
-So, rushing in the bowels of the French,
-He left me proudly, as unworthy fight.
-
- -BURGUNDY -
-Doubtless he would have made a noble knight;
-See, where he lies inhearsed in the arms
-Of the most bloody nurser of his harms!
-
- -BASTARD OF ORLEANS -
-Hew them to pieces, hack their bones asunder
-Whose life was England's glory, Gallia's wonder.
-
- -CHARLES -
-O, no, forbear! for that which we have fled
-During the life, let us not wrong it dead.
-

Enter Sir William LUCY, attended; Herald of the French preceding

-
- -LUCY -
-Herald, conduct me to the Dauphin's tent,
-To know who hath obtained the glory of the day.
-
- -CHARLES -
-On what submissive message art thou sent?
-
- -LUCY -
-Submission, Dauphin! 'tis a mere French word;
-We English warriors wot not what it means.
-I come to know what prisoners thou hast ta'en
-And to survey the bodies of the dead.
-
- -CHARLES -
-For prisoners ask'st thou? hell our prison is.
-But tell me whom thou seek'st.
-
- -LUCY -
-But where's the great Alcides of the field,
-Valiant Lord Talbot, Earl of Shrewsbury,
-Created, for his rare success in arms,
-Great Earl of Washford, Waterford and Valence;
-Lord Talbot of Goodrig and Urchinfield,
-Lord Strange of Blackmere, Lord Verdun of Alton,
-Lord Cromwell of Wingfield, Lord Furnival of Sheffield,
-The thrice-victorious Lord of Falconbridge;
-Knight of the noble order of Saint George,
-Worthy Saint Michael and the Golden Fleece;
-Great marshal to Henry the Sixth
-Of all his wars within the realm of France?
-
- -JOAN LA PUCELLE -
-Here is a silly stately style indeed!
-The Turk, that two and fifty kingdoms hath,
-Writes not so tedious a style as this.
-Him that thou magnifiest with all these titles
-Stinking and fly-blown lies here at our feet.
-
- -LUCY -
-Is Talbot slain, the Frenchmen's only scourge,
-Your kingdom's terror and black Nemesis?
-O, were mine eyeballs into bullets turn'd,
-That I in rage might shoot them at your faces!
-O, that I could but call these dead to life!
-It were enough to fright the realm of France:
-Were but his picture left amongst you here,
-It would amaze the proudest of you all.
-Give me their bodies, that I may bear them hence
-And give them burial as beseems their worth.
-
- -JOAN LA PUCELLE -
-I think this upstart is old Talbot's ghost,
-He speaks with such a proud commanding spirit.
-For God's sake let him have 'em; to keep them here,
-They would but stink, and putrefy the air.
-
- -CHARLES -
-Go, take their bodies hence.
-
- -LUCY -
-I'll bear them hence; but from their ashes shall be rear'd
-A phoenix that shall make all France afeard.
-
- -CHARLES -
-So we be rid of them, do with 'em what thou wilt.
-And now to Paris, in this conquering vein:
-All will be ours, now bloody Talbot's slain.
-

Exeunt

-

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ACT V

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SCENE I. London. The palace.

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-Sennet. Enter KING HENRY VI, GLOUCESTER, and EXETER -
- -KING HENRY VI -
-Have you perused the letters from the pope,
-The emperor and the Earl of Armagnac?
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-I have, my lord: and their intent is this:
-They humbly sue unto your excellence
-To have a godly peace concluded of
-Between the realms of England and of France.
-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-How doth your grace affect their motion?
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-Well, my good lord; and as the only means
-To stop effusion of our Christian blood
-And 'stablish quietness on every side.
-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-Ay, marry, uncle; for I always thought
-It was both impious and unnatural
-That such immanity and bloody strife
-Should reign among professors of one faith.
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-Beside, my lord, the sooner to effect
-And surer bind this knot of amity,
-The Earl of Armagnac, near knit to Charles,
-A man of great authority in France,
-Proffers his only daughter to your grace
-In marriage, with a large and sumptuous dowry.
-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-Marriage, uncle! alas, my years are young!
-And fitter is my study and my books
-Than wanton dalliance with a paramour.
-Yet call the ambassador; and, as you please,
-So let them have their answers every one:
-I shall be well content with any choice
-Tends to God's glory and my country's weal.
-

Enter CARDINAL OF WINCHESTER in Cardinal's habit, a Legate and two Ambassadors

-
- -EXETER -
-What! is my Lord of Winchester install'd,
-And call'd unto a cardinal's degree?
-Then I perceive that will be verified
-Henry the Fifth did sometime prophesy,
-'If once he come to be a cardinal,
-He'll make his cap co-equal with the crown.'
-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-My lords ambassadors, your several suits
-Have been consider'd and debated on.
-And therefore are we certainly resolved
-To draw conditions of a friendly peace;
-Which by my Lord of Winchester we mean
-Shall be transported presently to France.
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-And for the proffer of my lord your master,
-I have inform'd his highness so at large
-As liking of the lady's virtuous gifts,
-Her beauty and the value of her dower,
-He doth intend she shall be England's queen.
-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-In argument and proof of which contract,
-Bear her this jewel, pledge of my affection.
-And so, my lord protector, see them guarded
-And safely brought to Dover; where inshipp'd
-Commit them to the fortune of the sea.
-

Exeunt all but CARDINAL OF WINCHESTER and Legate

-CARDINAL
-
- -OF WINCHESTER -
-Stay, my lord legate: you shall first receive
-The sum of money which I promised
-Should be deliver'd to his holiness
-For clothing me in these grave ornaments.
-
- -Legate -
-I will attend upon your lordship's leisure.
-CARDINAL
-
- -OF WINCHESTER -
-[Aside] Now Winchester will not submit, I trow,
-Or be inferior to the proudest peer.
-Humphrey of Gloucester, thou shalt well perceive
-That, neither in birth or for authority,
-The bishop will be overborne by thee:
-I'll either make thee stoop and bend thy knee,
-Or sack this country with a mutiny.
-

Exeunt

-
-

SCENE II. France. Plains in Anjou.

-

-Enter CHARLES, BURGUNDY, ALENCON, BASTARD OF ORLEANS, REIGNIER, JOAN LA PUCELLE, and forces -
- -CHARLES -
-These news, my lord, may cheer our drooping spirits:
-'Tis said the stout Parisians do revolt
-And turn again unto the warlike French.
-
- -ALENCON -
-Then march to Paris, royal Charles of France,
-And keep not back your powers in dalliance.
-
- -JOAN LA PUCELLE -
-Peace be amongst them, if they turn to us;
-Else, ruin combat with their palaces!
-

Enter Scout

-
- -Scout -
-Success unto our valiant general,
-And happiness to his accomplices!
-
- -CHARLES -
-What tidings send our scouts? I prithee, speak.
-
- -Scout -
-The English army, that divided was
-Into two parties, is now conjoined in one,
-And means to give you battle presently.
-
- -CHARLES -
-Somewhat too sudden, sirs, the warning is;
-But we will presently provide for them.
-
- -BURGUNDY -
-I trust the ghost of Talbot is not there:
-Now he is gone, my lord, you need not fear.
-
- -JOAN LA PUCELLE -
-Of all base passions, fear is most accursed.
-Command the conquest, Charles, it shall be thine,
-Let Henry fret and all the world repine.
-
- -CHARLES -
-Then on, my lords; and France be fortunate!
-

Exeunt

-
-

SCENE III. Before Angiers.

-

-Alarum. Excursions. Enter JOAN LA PUCELLE -
- -JOAN LA PUCELLE -
-The regent conquers, and the Frenchmen fly.
-Now help, ye charming spells and periapts;
-And ye choice spirits that admonish me
-And give me signs of future accidents.
-

Thunder

-You speedy helpers, that are substitutes
-Under the lordly monarch of the north,
-Appear and aid me in this enterprise.
-

Enter Fiends

-This speedy and quick appearance argues proof
-Of your accustom'd diligence to me.
-Now, ye familiar spirits, that are cull'd
-Out of the powerful regions under earth,
-Help me this once, that France may get the field.
-

They walk, and speak not

-O, hold me not with silence over-long!
-Where I was wont to feed you with my blood,
-I'll lop a member off and give it you
-In earnest of further benefit,
-So you do condescend to help me now.
-

They hang their heads

-No hope to have redress? My body shall
-Pay recompense, if you will grant my suit.
-

They shake their heads

-Cannot my body nor blood-sacrifice
-Entreat you to your wonted furtherance?
-Then take my soul, my body, soul and all,
-Before that England give the French the foil.
-

They depart

-See, they forsake me! Now the time is come
-That France must vail her lofty-plumed crest
-And let her head fall into England's lap.
-My ancient incantations are too weak,
-And hell too strong for me to buckle with:
-Now, France, thy glory droopeth to the dust.
-

Exit

-

Excursions. Re-enter JOAN LA PUCELLE fighting hand to hand with YORK. JOAN LA PUCELLE is taken. The French fly.

-
- -YORK -
-Damsel of France, I think I have you fast:
-Unchain your spirits now with spelling charms
-And try if they can gain your liberty.
-A goodly prize, fit for the devil's grace!
-See, how the ugly wench doth bend her brows,
-As if with Circe she would change my shape!
-
- -JOAN LA PUCELLE -
-Changed to a worser shape thou canst not be.
-
- -YORK -
-O, Charles the Dauphin is a proper man;
-No shape but his can please your dainty eye.
-
- -JOAN LA PUCELLE -
-A plaguing mischief light on Charles and thee!
-And may ye both be suddenly surprised
-By bloody hands, in sleeping on your beds!
-
- -YORK -
-Fell banning hag, enchantress, hold thy tongue!
-
- -JOAN LA PUCELLE -
-I prithee, give me leave to curse awhile.
-
- -YORK -
-Curse, miscreant, when thou comest to the stake.
-

Exeunt

-

Alarum. Enter SUFFOLK with MARGARET in his hand

-
- -SUFFOLK -
-Be what thou wilt, thou art my prisoner.
-

Gazes on her

-O fairest beauty, do not fear nor fly!
-For I will touch thee but with reverent hands;
-I kiss these fingers for eternal peace,
-And lay them gently on thy tender side.
-Who art thou? say, that I may honour thee.
-
- -MARGARET -
-Margaret my name, and daughter to a king,
-The King of Naples, whosoe'er thou art.
-
- -SUFFOLK -
-An earl I am, and Suffolk am I call'd.
-Be not offended, nature's miracle,
-Thou art allotted to be ta'en by me:
-So doth the swan her downy cygnets save,
-Keeping them prisoner underneath her wings.
-Yet, if this servile usage once offend.
-Go, and be free again, as Suffolk's friend.
-

She is going

-O, stay! I have no power to let her pass;
-My hand would free her, but my heart says no
-As plays the sun upon the glassy streams,
-Twinkling another counterfeited beam,
-So seems this gorgeous beauty to mine eyes.
-Fain would I woo her, yet I dare not speak:
-I'll call for pen and ink, and write my mind.
-Fie, de la Pole! disable not thyself;
-Hast not a tongue? is she not here?
-Wilt thou be daunted at a woman's sight?
-Ay, beauty's princely majesty is such,
-Confounds the tongue and makes the senses rough.
-
- -MARGARET -
-Say, Earl of Suffolk--if thy name be so--
-What ransom must I pay before I pass?
-For I perceive I am thy prisoner.
-
- -SUFFOLK -
-How canst thou tell she will deny thy suit,
-Before thou make a trial of her love?
-
- -MARGARET -
-Why speak'st thou not? what ransom must I pay?
-
- -SUFFOLK -
-She's beautiful, and therefore to be woo'd;
-She is a woman, therefore to be won.
-
- -MARGARET -
-Wilt thou accept of ransom? yea, or no.
-
- -SUFFOLK -
-Fond man, remember that thou hast a wife;
-Then how can Margaret be thy paramour?
-
- -MARGARET -
-I were best to leave him, for he will not hear.
-
- -SUFFOLK -
-There all is marr'd; there lies a cooling card.
-
- -MARGARET -
-He talks at random; sure, the man is mad.
-
- -SUFFOLK -
-And yet a dispensation may be had.
-
- -MARGARET -
-And yet I would that you would answer me.
-
- -SUFFOLK -
-I'll win this Lady Margaret. For whom?
-Why, for my king: tush, that's a wooden thing!
-
- -MARGARET -
-He talks of wood: it is some carpenter.
-
- -SUFFOLK -
-Yet so my fancy may be satisfied,
-And peace established between these realms
-But there remains a scruple in that too;
-For though her father be the King of Naples,
-Duke of Anjou and Maine, yet is he poor,
-And our nobility will scorn the match.
-
- -MARGARET -
-Hear ye, captain, are you not at leisure?
-
- -SUFFOLK -
-It shall be so, disdain they ne'er so much.
-Henry is youthful and will quickly yield.
-Madam, I have a secret to reveal.
-
- -MARGARET -
-What though I be enthrall'd? he seems a knight,
-And will not any way dishonour me.
-
- -SUFFOLK -
-Lady, vouchsafe to listen what I say.
-
- -MARGARET -
-Perhaps I shall be rescued by the French;
-And then I need not crave his courtesy.
-
- -SUFFOLK -
-Sweet madam, give me a hearing in a cause--
-
- -MARGARET -
-Tush, women have been captivate ere now.
-
- -SUFFOLK -
-Lady, wherefore talk you so?
-
- -MARGARET -
-I cry you mercy, 'tis but Quid for Quo.
-
- -SUFFOLK -
-Say, gentle princess, would you not suppose
-Your bondage happy, to be made a queen?
-
- -MARGARET -
-To be a queen in bondage is more vile
-Than is a slave in base servility;
-For princes should be free.
-
- -SUFFOLK -
-And so shall you,
-If happy England's royal king be free.
-
- -MARGARET -
-Why, what concerns his freedom unto me?
-
- -SUFFOLK -
-I'll undertake to make thee Henry's queen,
-To put a golden sceptre in thy hand
-And set a precious crown upon thy head,
-If thou wilt condescend to be my--
-
- -MARGARET -
-What?
-
- -SUFFOLK -
-His love.
-
- -MARGARET -
-I am unworthy to be Henry's wife.
-
- -SUFFOLK -
-No, gentle madam; I unworthy am
-To woo so fair a dame to be his wife,
-And have no portion in the choice myself.
-How say you, madam, are ye so content?
-
- -MARGARET -
-An if my father please, I am content.
-
- -SUFFOLK -
-Then call our captains and our colours forth.
-And, madam, at your father's castle walls
-We'll crave a parley, to confer with him.
-

A parley sounded. Enter REIGNIER on the walls

-See, Reignier, see, thy daughter prisoner!
-
- -REIGNIER -
-To whom?
-
- -SUFFOLK -
- To me.
-
- -REIGNIER -
- Suffolk, what remedy?
-I am a soldier, and unapt to weep,
-Or to exclaim on fortune's fickleness.
-
- -SU FFOLK -
-Yes, there is remedy enough, my lord:
-Consent, and for thy honour give consent,
-Thy daughter shall be wedded to my king;
-Whom I with pain have woo'd and won thereto;
-And this her easy-held imprisonment
-Hath gained thy daughter princely liberty.
-
- -REIGNIER -
-Speaks Suffolk as he thinks?
-
- -SUFFOLK -
-Fair Margaret knows
-That Suffolk doth not flatter, face, or feign.
-
- -REIGNIER -
-Upon thy princely warrant, I descend
-To give thee answer of thy just demand.
-

Exit from the walls

-
- -SUFFOLK -
-And here I will expect thy coming.
-

Trumpets sound. Enter REIGNIER, below

-
- -REIGNIER -
-Welcome, brave earl, into our territories:
-Command in Anjou what your honour pleases.
-
- -SUFFOLK -
-Thanks, Reignier, happy for so sweet a child,
-Fit to be made companion with a king:
-What answer makes your grace unto my suit?
-
- -REIGNIER -
-Since thou dost deign to woo her little worth
-To be the princely bride of such a lord;
-Upon condition I may quietly
-Enjoy mine own, the country Maine and Anjou,
-Free from oppression or the stroke of war,
-My daughter shall be Henry's, if he please.
-
- -SUFFOLK -
-That is her ransom; I deliver her;
-And those two counties I will undertake
-Your grace shall well and quietly enjoy.
-
- -REIGNIER -
-And I again, in Henry's royal name,
-As deputy unto that gracious king,
-Give thee her hand, for sign of plighted faith.
-
- -SUFFOLK -
-Reignier of France, I give thee kingly thanks,
-Because this is in traffic of a king.
-

Aside

-And yet, methinks, I could be well content
-To be mine own attorney in this case.
-I'll over then to England with this news,
-And make this marriage to be solemnized.
-So farewell, Reignier: set this diamond safe
-In golden palaces, as it becomes.
-
- -REIGNIER -
-I do embrace thee, as I would embrace
-The Christian prince, King Henry, were he here.
-
- -MARGARET -
-Farewell, my lord: good wishes, praise and prayers
-Shall Suffolk ever have of Margaret.
-

Going

-
- -SUFFOLK -
-Farewell, sweet madam: but hark you, Margaret;
-No princely commendations to my king?
-
- -MARGARET -
-Such commendations as becomes a maid,
-A virgin and his servant, say to him.
-
- -SUFFOLK -
-Words sweetly placed and modestly directed.
-But madam, I must trouble you again;
-No loving token to his majesty?
-
- -MARGARET -
-Yes, my good lord, a pure unspotted heart,
-Never yet taint with love, I send the king.
-
- -SUFFOLK -
-And this withal.
-

Kisses her

-
- -MARGARET -
-That for thyself: I will not so presume
-To send such peevish tokens to a king.
-

Exeunt REIGNIER and MARGARET

-
- -SUFFOLK -
-O, wert thou for myself! But, Suffolk, stay;
-Thou mayst not wander in that labyrinth;
-There Minotaurs and ugly treasons lurk.
-Solicit Henry with her wondrous praise:
-Bethink thee on her virtues that surmount,
-And natural graces that extinguish art;
-Repeat their semblance often on the seas,
-That, when thou comest to kneel at Henry's feet,
-Thou mayst bereave him of his wits with wonder.
-

Exit

-
-

SCENE IV. Camp of the YORK in Anjou.

-

-Enter YORK, WARWICK, and others -
- -YORK -
-Bring forth that sorceress condemn'd to burn.
-

Enter JOAN LA PUCELLE, guarded, and a Shepherd

-
- -Shepherd -
-Ah, Joan, this kills thy father's heart outright!
-Have I sought every country far and near,
-And, now it is my chance to find thee out,
-Must I behold thy timeless cruel death?
-Ah, Joan, sweet daughter Joan, I'll die with thee!
-
- -JOAN LA PUCELLE -
-Decrepit miser! base ignoble wretch!
-I am descended of a gentler blood:
-Thou art no father nor no friend of mine.
-
- -Shepherd -
-Out, out! My lords, an please you, 'tis not so;
-I did beget her, all the parish knows:
-Her mother liveth yet, can testify
-She was the first fruit of my bachelorship.
-
- -WARWICK -
-Graceless! wilt thou deny thy parentage?
-
- -YORK -
-This argues what her kind of life hath been,
-Wicked and vile; and so her death concludes.
-
- -Shepherd -
-Fie, Joan, that thou wilt be so obstacle!
-God knows thou art a collop of my flesh;
-And for thy sake have I shed many a tear:
-Deny me not, I prithee, gentle Joan.
-
- -JOAN LA PUCELLE -
-Peasant, avaunt! You have suborn'd this man,
-Of purpose to obscure my noble birth.
-
- -Shepherd -
-'Tis true, I gave a noble to the priest
-The morn that I was wedded to her mother.
-Kneel down and take my blessing, good my girl.
-Wilt thou not stoop? Now cursed be the time
-Of thy nativity! I would the milk
-Thy mother gave thee when thou suck'dst her breast,
-Had been a little ratsbane for thy sake!
-Or else, when thou didst keep my lambs a-field,
-I wish some ravenous wolf had eaten thee!
-Dost thou deny thy father, cursed drab?
-O, burn her, burn her! hanging is too good.
-

Exit

-
- -YORK -
-Take her away; for she hath lived too long,
-To fill the world with vicious qualities.
-
- -JOAN LA PUCELLE -
-First, let me tell you whom you have condemn'd:
-Not me begotten of a shepherd swain,
-But issued from the progeny of kings;
-Virtuous and holy; chosen from above,
-By inspiration of celestial grace,
-To work exceeding miracles on earth.
-I never had to do with wicked spirits:
-But you, that are polluted with your lusts,
-Stain'd with the guiltless blood of innocents,
-Corrupt and tainted with a thousand vices,
-Because you want the grace that others have,
-You judge it straight a thing impossible
-To compass wonders but by help of devils.
-No, misconceived! Joan of Arc hath been
-A virgin from her tender infancy,
-Chaste and immaculate in very thought;
-Whose maiden blood, thus rigorously effused,
-Will cry for vengeance at the gates of heaven.
-
- -YORK -
-Ay, ay: away with her to execution!
-
- -WARWICK -
-And hark ye, sirs; because she is a maid,
-Spare for no faggots, let there be enow:
-Place barrels of pitch upon the fatal stake,
-That so her torture may be shortened.
-
- -JOAN LA PUCELLE -
-Will nothing turn your unrelenting hearts?
-Then, Joan, discover thine infirmity,
-That warranteth by law to be thy privilege.
-I am with child, ye bloody homicides:
-Murder not then the fruit within my womb,
-Although ye hale me to a violent death.
-
- -YORK -
-Now heaven forfend! the holy maid with child!
-
- -WARWICK -
-The greatest miracle that e'er ye wrought:
-Is all your strict preciseness come to this?
-
- -YORK -
-She and the Dauphin have been juggling:
-I did imagine what would be her refuge.
-
- -WARWICK -
-Well, go to; we'll have no bastards live;
-Especially since Charles must father it.
-
- -JOAN LA PUCELLE -
-You are deceived; my child is none of his:
-It was Alencon that enjoy'd my love.
-
- -YORK -
-Alencon! that notorious Machiavel!
-It dies, an if it had a thousand lives.
-
- -JOAN LA PUCELLE -
-O, give me leave, I have deluded you:
-'Twas neither Charles nor yet the duke I named,
-But Reignier, king of Naples, that prevail'd.
-
- -WARWICK -
-A married man! that's most intolerable.
-
- -YORK -
-Why, here's a girl! I think she knows not well,
-There were so many, whom she may accuse.
-
- -WARWICK -
-It's sign she hath been liberal and free.
-
- -YORK -
-And yet, forsooth, she is a virgin pure.
-Strumpet, thy words condemn thy brat and thee:
-Use no entreaty, for it is in vain.
-
- -JOAN LA PUCELLE -
-Then lead me hence; with whom I leave my curse:
-May never glorious sun reflex his beams
-Upon the country where you make abode;
-But darkness and the gloomy shade of death
-Environ you, till mischief and despair
-Drive you to break your necks or hang yourselves!
-

Exit, guarded

-
- -YORK -
-Break thou in pieces and consume to ashes,
-Thou foul accursed minister of hell!
-

Enter CARDINAL OF WINCHESTER, attended

-CARDINAL
-
- -OF WINCHESTER -
-Lord regent, I do greet your excellence
-With letters of commission from the king.
-For know, my lords, the states of Christendom,
-Moved with remorse of these outrageous broils,
-Have earnestly implored a general peace
-Betwixt our nation and the aspiring French;
-And here at hand the Dauphin and his train
-Approacheth, to confer about some matter.
-
- -YORK -
- Is all our travail turn'd to this effect?
-After the slaughter of so many peers,
-So many captains, gentlemen and soldiers,
-That in this quarrel have been overthrown
-And sold their bodies for their country's benefit,
-Shall we at last conclude effeminate peace?
-Have we not lost most part of all the towns,
-By treason, falsehood and by treachery,
-Our great progenitors had conquered?
-O Warwick, Warwick! I foresee with grief
-The utter loss of all the realm of France.
-
- -WARWICK -
-Be patient, York: if we conclude a peace,
-It shall be with such strict and severe covenants
-As little shall the Frenchmen gain thereby.
-

Enter CHARLES, ALENCON, BASTARD OF ORLEANS, REIGNIER, and others

-
- -CHARLES -
-Since, lords of England, it is thus agreed
-That peaceful truce shall be proclaim'd in France,
-We come to be informed by yourselves
-What the conditions of that league must be.
-
- -YORK -
-Speak, Winchester; for boiling choler chokes
-The hollow passage of my poison'd voice,
-By sight of these our baleful enemies.
-CARDINAL
-
- -OF WINCHESTER -
-Charles, and the rest, it is enacted thus:
-That, in regard King Henry gives consent,
-Of mere compassion and of lenity,
-To ease your country of distressful war,
-And suffer you to breathe in fruitful peace,
-You shall become true liegemen to his crown:
-And Charles, upon condition thou wilt swear
-To pay him tribute, submit thyself,
-Thou shalt be placed as viceroy under him,
-And still enjoy thy regal dignity.
-
- -ALENCON -
-Must he be then as shadow of himself?
-Adorn his temples with a coronet,
-And yet, in substance and authority,
-Retain but privilege of a private man?
-This proffer is absurd and reasonless.
-
- -CHARLES -
-'Tis known already that I am possess'd
-With more than half the Gallian territories,
-And therein reverenced for their lawful king:
-Shall I, for lucre of the rest unvanquish'd,
-Detract so much from that prerogative,
-As to be call'd but viceroy of the whole?
-No, lord ambassador, I'll rather keep
-That which I have than, coveting for more,
-Be cast from possibility of all.
-
- -YORK -
-Insulting Charles! hast thou by secret means
-Used intercession to obtain a league,
-And, now the matter grows to compromise,
-Stand'st thou aloof upon comparison?
-Either accept the title thou usurp'st,
-Of benefit proceeding from our king
-And not of any challenge of desert,
-Or we will plague thee with incessant wars.
-
- -REIGNIER -
-My lord, you do not well in obstinacy
-To cavil in the course of this contract:
-If once it be neglected, ten to one
-We shall not find like opportunity.
-
- -ALENCON -
-To say the truth, it is your policy
-To save your subjects from such massacre
-And ruthless slaughters as are daily seen
-By our proceeding in hostility;
-And therefore take this compact of a truce,
-Although you break it when your pleasure serves.
-
- -WARWICK -
-How say'st thou, Charles? shall our condition stand?
-
- -CHARLES -
-It shall;
-Only reserved, you claim no interest
-In any of our towns of garrison.
-
- -YORK -
-Then swear allegiance to his majesty,
-As thou art knight, never to disobey
-Nor be rebellious to the crown of England,
-Thou, nor thy nobles, to the crown of England.
-So, now dismiss your army when ye please:
-Hang up your ensign, let your drums be still,
-For here we entertain a solemn peace.
-

Exeunt

-
-

SCENE V. London. The palace.

-

-Enter SUFFOLK in conference with KING HENRY VI, GLOUCESTER and EXETER -
- -KING HENRY VI -
-Your wondrous rare description, noble earl,
-Of beauteous Margaret hath astonish'd me:
-Her virtues graced with external gifts
-Do breed love's settled passions in my heart:
-And like as rigor of tempestuous gusts
-Provokes the mightiest hulk against the tide,
-So am I driven by breath of her renown
-Either to suffer shipwreck or arrive
-Where I may have fruition of her love.
-
- -SUFFOLK -
-Tush, my good lord, this superficial tale
-Is but a preface of her worthy praise;
-The chief perfections of that lovely dame
-Had I sufficient skill to utter them,
-Would make a volume of enticing lines,
-Able to ravish any dull conceit:
-And, which is more, she is not so divine,
-So full-replete with choice of all delights,
-But with as humble lowliness of mind
-She is content to be at your command;
-Command, I mean, of virtuous chaste intents,
-To love and honour Henry as her lord.
-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-And otherwise will Henry ne'er presume.
-Therefore, my lord protector, give consent
-That Margaret may be England's royal queen.
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-So should I give consent to flatter sin.
-You know, my lord, your highness is betroth'd
-Unto another lady of esteem:
-How shall we then dispense with that contract,
-And not deface your honour with reproach?
-
- -SUFFOLK -
-As doth a ruler with unlawful oaths;
-Or one that, at a triumph having vow'd
-To try his strength, forsaketh yet the lists
-By reason of his adversary's odds:
-A poor earl's daughter is unequal odds,
-And therefore may be broke without offence.
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-Why, what, I pray, is Margaret more than that?
-Her father is no better than an earl,
-Although in glorious titles he excel.
-
- -SUFFOLK -
-Yes, lord, her father is a king,
-The King of Naples and Jerusalem;
-And of such great authority in France
-As his alliance will confirm our peace
-And keep the Frenchmen in allegiance.
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-And so the Earl of Armagnac may do,
-Because he is near kinsman unto Charles.
-
- -EXETER -
-Beside, his wealth doth warrant a liberal dower,
-Where Reignier sooner will receive than give.
-
- -SUFFOLK -
-A dower, my lords! disgrace not so your king,
-That he should be so abject, base and poor,
-To choose for wealth and not for perfect love.
-Henry is able to enrich his queen
-And not seek a queen to make him rich:
-So worthless peasants bargain for their wives,
-As market-men for oxen, sheep, or horse.
-Marriage is a matter of more worth
-Than to be dealt in by attorneyship;
-Not whom we will, but whom his grace affects,
-Must be companion of his nuptial bed:
-And therefore, lords, since he affects her most,
-It most of all these reasons bindeth us,
-In our opinions she should be preferr'd.
-For what is wedlock forced but a hell,
-An age of discord and continual strife?
-Whereas the contrary bringeth bliss,
-And is a pattern of celestial peace.
-Whom should we match with Henry, being a king,
-But Margaret, that is daughter to a king?
-Her peerless feature, joined with her birth,
-Approves her fit for none but for a king:
-Her valiant courage and undaunted spirit,
-More than in women commonly is seen,
-Will answer our hope in issue of a king;
-For Henry, son unto a conqueror,
-Is likely to beget more conquerors,
-If with a lady of so high resolve
-As is fair Margaret he be link'd in love.
-Then yield, my lords; and here conclude with me
-That Margaret shall be queen, and none but she.
-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-Whether it be through force of your report,
-My noble Lord of Suffolk, or for that
-My tender youth was never yet attaint
-With any passion of inflaming love,
-I cannot tell; but this I am assured,
-I feel such sharp dissension in my breast,
-Such fierce alarums both of hope and fear,
-As I am sick with working of my thoughts.
-Take, therefore, shipping; post, my lord, to France;
-Agree to any covenants, and procure
-That Lady Margaret do vouchsafe to come
-To cross the seas to England and be crown'd
-King Henry's faithful and anointed queen:
-For your expenses and sufficient charge,
-Among the people gather up a tenth.
-Be gone, I say; for, till you do return,
-I rest perplexed with a thousand cares.
-And you, good uncle, banish all offence:
-If you do censure me by what you were,
-Not what you are, I know it will excuse
-This sudden execution of my will.
-And so, conduct me where, from company,
-I may revolve and ruminate my grief.
-

Exit

-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-Ay, grief, I fear me, both at first and last.
-

Exeunt GLOUCESTER and EXETER

-
- -SUFFOLK -
-Thus Suffolk hath prevail'd; and thus he goes,
-As did the youthful Paris once to Greece,
-With hope to find the like event in love,
-But prosper better than the Trojan did.
-Margaret shall now be queen, and rule the king;
-But I will rule both her, the king and realm.
-

Exit

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-Act 1, Scene 1: Westminster Abbey.
-Act 1, Scene 2: France. Before Orleans.
-Act 1, Scene 3: London. Before the Tower.
-Act 1, Scene 4: Orleans.
-Act 1, Scene 5: The same.
-Act 1, Scene 6: The same.
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-Act 2, Scene 1: Before Orleans.
-Act 2, Scene 2: Orleans. Within the town.
-Act 2, Scene 3: Auvergne. The COUNTESS's castle.
-Act 2, Scene 4: London. The Temple-garden.
-Act 2, Scene 5: The Tower of London.
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-Act 3, Scene 1: London. The Parliament-house.
-Act 3, Scene 2: France. Before Rouen.
-Act 3, Scene 3: The plains near Rouen.
-Act 3, Scene 4: Paris. The palace.
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-Act 4, Scene 1: Paris. A hall of state.
-Act 4, Scene 2: Before Bourdeaux.
-Act 4, Scene 3: Plains in Gascony.
-Act 4, Scene 4: Other plains in Gascony.
-Act 4, Scene 5: The English camp near Bourdeaux.
-Act 4, Scene 6: A field of battle.
-Act 4, Scene 7: Another part of the field.
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-Act 5, Scene 1: London. The palace.
-Act 5, Scene 2: France. Plains in Anjou.
-Act 5, Scene 3: Before Angiers.
-Act 5, Scene 4: Camp of the YORK in Anjou.
-Act 5, Scene 5: London. The palace.
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The First part of King Henry the Sixth +
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SCENE I. Westminster Abbey.

+ +

+Dead March. Enter the Funeral of KING HENRY the Fifth, attended on by Dukes of BEDFORD, Regent of France; GLOUCESTER, Protector; and EXETER, Earl of WARWICK, the BISHOP OF WINCHESTER, Heralds, & c +
+ +BEDFORD +
+Hung be the heavens with black, yield day to night!
+Comets, importing change of times and states,
+Brandish your crystal tresses in the sky,
+And with them scourge the bad revolting stars
+That have consented unto Henry's death!
+King Henry the Fifth, too famous to live long!
+England ne'er lost a king of so much worth.
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+England ne'er had a king until his time.
+Virtue he had, deserving to command:
+His brandish'd sword did blind men with his beams:
+His arms spread wider than a dragon's wings;
+His sparking eyes, replete with wrathful fire,
+More dazzled and drove back his enemies
+Than mid-day sun fierce bent against their faces.
+What should I say? his deeds exceed all speech:
+He ne'er lift up his hand but conquered.
+
+ +EXETER +
+We mourn in black: why mourn we not in blood?
+Henry is dead and never shall revive:
+Upon a wooden coffin we attend,
+And death's dishonourable victory
+We with our stately presence glorify,
+Like captives bound to a triumphant car.
+What! shall we curse the planets of mishap
+That plotted thus our glory's overthrow?
+Or shall we think the subtle-witted French
+Conjurers and sorcerers, that afraid of him
+By magic verses have contrived his end?
+BISHOP
+
+ +OF WINCHESTER +
+He was a king bless'd of the King of kings.
+Unto the French the dreadful judgement-day
+So dreadful will not be as was his sight.
+The battles of the Lord of hosts he fought:
+The church's prayers made him so prosperous.
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+The church! where is it? Had not churchmen pray'd,
+His thread of life had not so soon decay'd:
+None do you like but an effeminate prince,
+Whom, like a school-boy, you may over-awe.
+BISHOP
+
+ +OF WINCHESTER +
+Gloucester, whate'er we like, thou art protector
+And lookest to command the prince and realm.
+Thy wife is proud; she holdeth thee in awe,
+More than God or religious churchmen may.
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+Name not religion, for thou lovest the flesh,
+And ne'er throughout the year to church thou go'st
+Except it be to pray against thy foes.
+
+ +BEDFORD +
+Cease, cease these jars and rest your minds in peace:
+Let's to the altar: heralds, wait on us:
+Instead of gold, we'll offer up our arms:
+Since arms avail not now that Henry's dead.
+Posterity, await for wretched years,
+When at their mothers' moist eyes babes shall suck,
+Our isle be made a nourish of salt tears,
+And none but women left to wail the dead.
+Henry the Fifth, thy ghost I invocate:
+Prosper this realm, keep it from civil broils,
+Combat with adverse planets in the heavens!
+A far more glorious star thy soul will make
+Than Julius Caesar or bright--
+

Enter a Messenger

+
+ +Messenger +
+My honourable lords, health to you all!
+Sad tidings bring I to you out of France,
+Of loss, of slaughter and discomfiture:
+Guienne, Champagne, Rheims, Orleans,
+Paris, Guysors, Poictiers, are all quite lost.
+
+ +BEDFORD +
+What say'st thou, man, before dead Henry's corse?
+Speak softly, or the loss of those great towns
+Will make him burst his lead and rise from death.
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+Is Paris lost? is Rouen yielded up?
+If Henry were recall'd to life again,
+These news would cause him once more yield the ghost.
+
+ +EXETER +
+How were they lost? what treachery was used?
+
+ +Messenger +
+No treachery; but want of men and money.
+Amongst the soldiers this is muttered,
+That here you maintain several factions,
+And whilst a field should be dispatch'd and fought,
+You are disputing of your generals:
+One would have lingering wars with little cost;
+Another would fly swift, but wanteth wings;
+A third thinks, without expense at all,
+By guileful fair words peace may be obtain'd.
+Awake, awake, English nobility!
+Let not sloth dim your horrors new-begot:
+Cropp'd are the flower-de-luces in your arms;
+Of England's coat one half is cut away.
+
+ +EXETER +
+Were our tears wanting to this funeral,
+These tidings would call forth their flowing tides.
+
+ +BEDFORD +
+Me they concern; Regent I am of France.
+Give me my steeled coat. I'll fight for France.
+Away with these disgraceful wailing robes!
+Wounds will I lend the French instead of eyes,
+To weep their intermissive miseries.
+

Enter to them another Messenger

+
+ +Messenger +
+Lords, view these letters full of bad mischance.
+France is revolted from the English quite,
+Except some petty towns of no import:
+The Dauphin Charles is crowned king of Rheims;
+The Bastard of Orleans with him is join'd;
+Reignier, Duke of Anjou, doth take his part;
+The Duke of Alencon flieth to his side.
+
+ +EXETER +
+The Dauphin crowned king! all fly to him!
+O, whither shall we fly from this reproach?
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+We will not fly, but to our enemies' throats.
+Bedford, if thou be slack, I'll fight it out.
+
+ +BEDFORD +
+Gloucester, why doubt'st thou of my forwardness?
+An army have I muster'd in my thoughts,
+Wherewith already France is overrun.
+

Enter another Messenger

+
+ +Messenger +
+My gracious lords, to add to your laments,
+Wherewith you now bedew King Henry's hearse,
+I must inform you of a dismal fight
+Betwixt the stout Lord Talbot and the French.
+BISHOP
+
+ +OF WINCHESTER +
+What! wherein Talbot overcame? is't so?
+
+ +Messenger +
+O, no; wherein Lord Talbot was o'erthrown:
+The circumstance I'll tell you more at large.
+The tenth of August last this dreadful lord,
+Retiring from the siege of Orleans,
+Having full scarce six thousand in his troop.
+By three and twenty thousand of the French
+Was round encompassed and set upon.
+No leisure had he to enrank his men;
+He wanted pikes to set before his archers;
+Instead whereof sharp stakes pluck'd out of hedges
+They pitched in the ground confusedly,
+To keep the horsemen off from breaking in.
+More than three hours the fight continued;
+Where valiant Talbot above human thought
+Enacted wonders with his sword and lance:
+Hundreds he sent to hell, and none durst stand him;
+Here, there, and every where, enraged he flew:
+The French exclaim'd, the devil was in arms;
+All the whole army stood agazed on him:
+His soldiers spying his undaunted spirit
+A Talbot! a Talbot! cried out amain
+And rush'd into the bowels of the battle.
+Here had the conquest fully been seal'd up,
+If Sir John Fastolfe had not play'd the coward:
+He, being in the vaward, placed behind
+With purpose to relieve and follow them,
+Cowardly fled, not having struck one stroke.
+Hence grew the general wreck and massacre;
+Enclosed were they with their enemies:
+A base Walloon, to win the Dauphin's grace,
+Thrust Talbot with a spear into the back,
+Whom all France with their chief assembled strength
+Durst not presume to look once in the face.
+
+ +BEDFORD +
+Is Talbot slain? then I will slay myself,
+For living idly here in pomp and ease,
+Whilst such a worthy leader, wanting aid,
+Unto his dastard foemen is betray'd.
+
+ +Messenger +
+O no, he lives; but is took prisoner,
+And Lord Scales with him and Lord Hungerford:
+Most of the rest slaughter'd or took likewise.
+
+ +BEDFORD +
+His ransom there is none but I shall pay:
+I'll hale the Dauphin headlong from his throne:
+His crown shall be the ransom of my friend;
+Four of their lords I'll change for one of ours.
+Farewell, my masters; to my task will I;
+Bonfires in France forthwith I am to make,
+To keep our great Saint George's feast withal:
+Ten thousand soldiers with me I will take,
+Whose bloody deeds shall make all Europe quake.
+
+ +Messenger +
+So you had need; for Orleans is besieged;
+The English army is grown weak and faint:
+The Earl of Salisbury craveth supply,
+And hardly keeps his men from mutiny,
+Since they, so few, watch such a multitude.
+
+ +EXETER +
+Remember, lords, your oaths to Henry sworn,
+Either to quell the Dauphin utterly,
+Or bring him in obedience to your yoke.
+
+ +BEDFORD +
+I do remember it; and here take my leave,
+To go about my preparation.
+

Exit

+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+I'll to the Tower with all the haste I can,
+To view the artillery and munition;
+And then I will proclaim young Henry king.
+

Exit

+
+ +EXETER +
+To Eltham will I, where the young king is,
+Being ordain'd his special governor,
+And for his safety there I'll best devise.
+

Exit

+BISHOP
+
+ +OF WINCHESTER +
+Each hath his place and function to attend:
+I am left out; for me nothing remains.
+But long I will not be Jack out of office:
+The king from Eltham I intend to steal
+And sit at chiefest stern of public weal.
+

Exeunt

+
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SCENE II. France. Before Orleans.

+ +

+Sound a flourish. Enter CHARLES, ALENCON, and REIGNIER, marching with drum and Soldiers +
+ +CHARLES +
+Mars his true moving, even as in the heavens
+So in the earth, to this day is not known:
+Late did he shine upon the English side;
+Now we are victors; upon us he smiles.
+What towns of any moment but we have?
+At pleasure here we lie near Orleans;
+Otherwhiles the famish'd English, like pale ghosts,
+Faintly besiege us one hour in a month.
+
+ +ALENCON +
+They want their porridge and their fat bull-beeves:
+Either they must be dieted like mules
+And have their provender tied to their mouths
+Or piteous they will look, like drowned mice.
+
+ +REIGNIER +
+Let's raise the siege: why live we idly here?
+Talbot is taken, whom we wont to fear:
+Remaineth none but mad-brain'd Salisbury;
+And he may well in fretting spend his gall,
+Nor men nor money hath he to make war.
+
+ +CHARLES +
+Sound, sound alarum! we will rush on them.
+Now for the honour of the forlorn French!
+Him I forgive my death that killeth me
+When he sees me go back one foot or fly.
+

Exeunt

+

Here alarum; they are beaten back by the English with great loss. Re-enter CHARLES, ALENCON, and REIGNIER

+
+ +CHARLES +
+Who ever saw the like? what men have I!
+Dogs! cowards! dastards! I would ne'er have fled,
+But that they left me 'midst my enemies.
+
+ +REIGNIER +
+Salisbury is a desperate homicide;
+He fighteth as one weary of his life.
+The other lords, like lions wanting food,
+Do rush upon us as their hungry prey.
+
+ +ALENCON +
+Froissart, a countryman of ours, records,
+England all Olivers and Rowlands bred,
+During the time Edward the Third did reign.
+More truly now may this be verified;
+For none but Samsons and Goliases
+It sendeth forth to skirmish. One to ten!
+Lean, raw-boned rascals! who would e'er suppose
+They had such courage and audacity?
+
+ +CHARLES +
+Let's leave this town; for they are hare-brain'd slaves,
+And hunger will enforce them to be more eager:
+Of old I know them; rather with their teeth
+The walls they'll tear down than forsake the siege.
+
+ +REIGNIER +
+I think, by some odd gimmors or device
+Their arms are set like clocks, stiff to strike on;
+Else ne'er could they hold out so as they do.
+By my consent, we'll even let them alone.
+
+ +ALENCON +
+Be it so.
+

Enter the BASTARD OF ORLEANS

+
+ +BASTARD OF ORLEANS +
+Where's the Prince Dauphin? I have news for him.
+
+ +CHARLES +
+Bastard of Orleans, thrice welcome to us.
+
+ +BASTARD OF ORLEANS +
+Methinks your looks are sad, your cheer appall'd:
+Hath the late overthrow wrought this offence?
+Be not dismay'd, for succor is at hand:
+A holy maid hither with me I bring,
+Which by a vision sent to her from heaven
+Ordained is to raise this tedious siege
+And drive the English forth the bounds of France.
+The spirit of deep prophecy she hath,
+Exceeding the nine sibyls of old Rome:
+What's past and what's to come she can descry.
+Speak, shall I call her in? Believe my words,
+For they are certain and unfallible.
+
+ +CHARLES +
+Go, call her in.
+

Exit BASTARD OF ORLEANS

+But first, to try her skill,
+Reignier, stand thou as Dauphin in my place:
+Question her proudly; let thy looks be stern:
+By this means shall we sound what skill she hath.
+

Re-enter the BASTARD OF ORLEANS, with JOAN LA PUCELLE

+
+ +REIGNIER +
+Fair maid, is't thou wilt do these wondrous feats?
+
+ +JOAN LA PUCELLE +
+Reignier, is't thou that thinkest to beguile me?
+Where is the Dauphin? Come, come from behind;
+I know thee well, though never seen before.
+Be not amazed, there's nothing hid from me:
+In private will I talk with thee apart.
+Stand back, you lords, and give us leave awhile.
+
+ +REIGNIER +
+She takes upon her bravely at first dash.
+
+ +JOAN LA PUCELLE +
+Dauphin, I am by birth a shepherd's daughter,
+My wit untrain'd in any kind of art.
+Heaven and our Lady gracious hath it pleased
+To shine on my contemptible estate:
+Lo, whilst I waited on my tender lambs,
+And to sun's parching heat display'd my cheeks,
+God's mother deigned to appear to me
+And in a vision full of majesty
+Will'd me to leave my base vocation
+And free my country from calamity:
+Her aid she promised and assured success:
+In complete glory she reveal'd herself;
+And, whereas I was black and swart before,
+With those clear rays which she infused on me
+That beauty am I bless'd with which you see.
+Ask me what question thou canst possible,
+And I will answer unpremeditated:
+My courage try by combat, if thou darest,
+And thou shalt find that I exceed my sex.
+Resolve on this, thou shalt be fortunate,
+If thou receive me for thy warlike mate.
+
+ +CHARLES +
+Thou hast astonish'd me with thy high terms:
+Only this proof I'll of thy valour make,
+In single combat thou shalt buckle with me,
+And if thou vanquishest, thy words are true;
+Otherwise I renounce all confidence.
+
+ +JOAN LA PUCELLE +
+I am prepared: here is my keen-edged sword,
+Deck'd with five flower-de-luces on each side;
+The which at Touraine, in Saint Katharine's
+churchyard,
+Out of a great deal of old iron I chose forth.
+
+ +CHARLES +
+Then come, o' God's name; I fear no woman.
+
+ +JOAN LA PUCELLE +
+And while I live, I'll ne'er fly from a man.
+

Here they fight, and JOAN LA PUCELLE overcomes

+
+ +CHARLES +
+Stay, stay thy hands! thou art an Amazon
+And fightest with the sword of Deborah.
+
+ +JOAN LA PUCELLE +
+Christ's mother helps me, else I were too weak.
+
+ +CHARLES +
+Whoe'er helps thee, 'tis thou that must help me:
+Impatiently I burn with thy desire;
+My heart and hands thou hast at once subdued.
+Excellent Pucelle, if thy name be so,
+Let me thy servant and not sovereign be:
+'Tis the French Dauphin sueth to thee thus.
+
+ +JOAN LA PUCELLE +
+I must not yield to any rites of love,
+For my profession's sacred from above:
+When I have chased all thy foes from hence,
+Then will I think upon a recompense.
+
+ +CHARLES +
+Meantime look gracious on thy prostrate thrall.
+
+ +REIGNIER +
+My lord, methinks, is very long in talk.
+
+ +ALENCON +
+Doubtless he shrives this woman to her smock;
+Else ne'er could he so long protract his speech.
+
+ +REIGNIER +
+Shall we disturb him, since he keeps no mean?
+
+ +ALENCON +
+He may mean more than we poor men do know:
+These women are shrewd tempters with their tongues.
+
+ +REIGNIER +
+My lord, where are you? what devise you on?
+Shall we give over Orleans, or no?
+
+ +JOAN LA PUCELLE +
+Why, no, I say, distrustful recreants!
+Fight till the last gasp; I will be your guard.
+
+ +CHARLES +
+What she says I'll confirm: we'll fight it out.
+
+ +JOAN LA PUCELLE +
+Assign'd am I to be the English scourge.
+This night the siege assuredly I'll raise:
+Expect Saint Martin's summer, halcyon days,
+Since I have entered into these wars.
+Glory is like a circle in the water,
+Which never ceaseth to enlarge itself
+Till by broad spreading it disperse to nought.
+With Henry's death the English circle ends;
+Dispersed are the glories it included.
+Now am I like that proud insulting ship
+Which Caesar and his fortune bare at once.
+
+ +CHARLES +
+Was Mahomet inspired with a dove?
+Thou with an eagle art inspired then.
+Helen, the mother of great Constantine,
+Nor yet Saint Philip's daughters, were like thee.
+Bright star of Venus, fall'n down on the earth,
+How may I reverently worship thee enough?
+
+ +ALENCON +
+Leave off delays, and let us raise the siege.
+
+ +REIGNIER +
+Woman, do what thou canst to save our honours;
+Drive them from Orleans and be immortalized.
+
+ +CHARLES +
+Presently we'll try: come, let's away about it:
+No prophet will I trust, if she prove false.
+

Exeunt

+
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SCENE III. London. Before the Tower.

+ +

+Enter GLOUCESTER, with his Serving-men in blue coats +
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+I am come to survey the Tower this day:
+Since Henry's death, I fear, there is conveyance.
+Where be these warders, that they wait not here?
+Open the gates; 'tis Gloucester that calls.
+
+ +First Warder +
+[Within] Who's there that knocks so imperiously?
+First Serving-Man It is the noble Duke of Gloucester.
+
+ +Second Warder +
+[Within] Whoe'er he be, you may not be let in.
+First Serving-Man Villains, answer you so the lord protector?
+
+ +First Warder +
+[Within] The Lord protect him! so we answer him:
+We do no otherwise than we are will'd.
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+Who willed you? or whose will stands but mine?
+There's none protector of the realm but I.
+Break up the gates, I'll be your warrantize.
+Shall I be flouted thus by dunghill grooms?
+

Gloucester's men rush at the Tower Gates, and WOODVILE the Lieutenant speaks within

+
+ +WOODVILE +
+What noise is this? what traitors have we here?
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+Lieutenant, is it you whose voice I hear?
+Open the gates; here's Gloucester that would enter.
+
+ +WOODVILE +
+Have patience, noble duke; I may not open;
+The Cardinal of Winchester forbids:
+From him I have express commandment
+That thou nor none of thine shall be let in.
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+Faint-hearted Woodvile, prizest him 'fore me?
+Arrogant Winchester, that haughty prelate,
+Whom Henry, our late sovereign, ne'er could brook?
+Thou art no friend to God or to the king:
+Open the gates, or I'll shut thee out shortly.
+Serving-Men Open the gates unto the lord protector,
+Or we'll burst them open, if that you come not quickly.
+

Enter to the Protector at the Tower Gates BISHOP OF WINCHESTER and his men in tawny coats

+BISHOP
+
+ +OF WINCHESTER +
+How now, ambitious Humphry! what means this?
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+Peel'd priest, dost thou command me to be shut out?
+BISHOP
+
+ +OF WINCHESTER +
+I do, thou most usurping proditor,
+And not protector, of the king or realm.
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+Stand back, thou manifest conspirator,
+Thou that contrivedst to murder our dead lord;
+Thou that givest whores indulgences to sin:
+I'll canvass thee in thy broad cardinal's hat,
+If thou proceed in this thy insolence.
+BISHOP
+
+ +OF WINCHESTER +
+Nay, stand thou back, I will not budge a foot:
+This be Damascus, be thou cursed Cain,
+To slay thy brother Abel, if thou wilt.
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+I will not slay thee, but I'll drive thee back:
+Thy scarlet robes as a child's bearing-cloth
+I'll use to carry thee out of this place.
+BISHOP
+
+ +OF WINCHESTER +
+Do what thou darest; I beard thee to thy face.
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+What! am I dared and bearded to my face?
+Draw, men, for all this privileged place;
+Blue coats to tawny coats. Priest, beware your beard,
+I mean to tug it and to cuff you soundly:
+Under my feet I stamp thy cardinal's hat:
+In spite of pope or dignities of church,
+Here by the cheeks I'll drag thee up and down.
+BISHOP
+
+ +OF WINCHESTER +
+Gloucester, thou wilt answer this before the pope.
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+Winchester goose, I cry, a rope! a rope!
+Now beat them hence; why do you let them stay?
+Thee I'll chase hence, thou wolf in sheep's array.
+Out, tawny coats! out, scarlet hypocrite!
+

Here GLOUCESTER's men beat out BISHOP OF WINCHESTER's men, and enter in the hurly- burly the Mayor of London and his Officers

+
+ +Mayor +
+Fie, lords! that you, being supreme magistrates,
+Thus contumeliously should break the peace!
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+Peace, mayor! thou know'st little of my wrongs:
+Here's Beaufort, that regards nor God nor king,
+Hath here distrain'd the Tower to his use.
+BISHOP
+
+ +OF WINCHESTER +
+Here's Gloucester, a foe to citizens,
+One that still motions war and never peace,
+O'ercharging your free purses with large fines,
+That seeks to overthrow religion,
+Because he is protector of the realm,
+And would have armour here out of the Tower,
+To crown himself king and suppress the prince.
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+I will not answer thee with words, but blows.
+

Here they skirmish again

+
+ +Mayor +
+Naught rests for me in this tumultuous strife
+But to make open proclamation:
+Come, officer; as loud as e'er thou canst,
+Cry.
+
+ +Officer +
+All manner of men assembled here in arms this day
+against God's peace and the king's, we charge and
+command you, in his highness' name, to repair to
+your several dwelling-places; and not to wear,
+handle, or use any sword, weapon, or dagger,
+henceforward, upon pain of death.
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+Cardinal, I'll be no breaker of the law:
+But we shall meet, and break our minds at large.
+BISHOP
+
+ +OF WINCHESTER +
+Gloucester, we will meet; to thy cost, be sure:
+Thy heart-blood I will have for this day's work.
+
+ +Mayor +
+I'll call for clubs, if you will not away.
+This cardinal's more haughty than the devil.
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+Mayor, farewell: thou dost but what thou mayst.
+BISHOP
+
+ +OF WINCHESTER +
+Abominable Gloucester, guard thy head;
+For I intend to have it ere long.
+

Exeunt, severally, GLOUCESTER and BISHOP OF WINCHESTER with their Serving-men

+
+ +Mayor +
+See the coast clear'd, and then we will depart.
+Good God, these nobles should such stomachs bear!
+I myself fight not once in forty year.
+

Exeunt

+
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SCENE IV. Orleans.

+ +

+Enter, on the walls, a Master Gunner and his Boy +
+
+Master-Gunner Sirrah, thou know'st how Orleans is besieged,
+And how the English have the suburbs won.
+
+ +Boy +
+Father, I know; and oft have shot at them,
+Howe'er unfortunate I miss'd my aim.
+Master-Gunner But now thou shalt not. Be thou ruled by me:
+Chief master-gunner am I of this town;
+Something I must do to procure me grace.
+The prince's espials have informed me
+How the English, in the suburbs close intrench'd,
+Wont, through a secret grate of iron bars
+In yonder tower, to overpeer the city,
+And thence discover how with most advantage
+They may vex us with shot, or with assault.
+To intercept this inconvenience,
+A piece of ordnance 'gainst it I have placed;
+And even these three days have I watch'd,
+If I could see them.
+Now do thou watch, for I can stay no longer.
+If thou spy'st any, run and bring me word;
+And thou shalt find me at the governor's.
+

Exit

+
+ +Boy +
+Father, I warrant you; take you no care;
+I'll never trouble you, if I may spy them.
+

Exit

+

Enter, on the turrets, SALISBURY and TALBOT, GLANSDALE, GARGRAVE, and others

+
+ +SALISBURY +
+Talbot, my life, my joy, again return'd!
+How wert thou handled being prisoner?
+Or by what means got'st thou to be released?
+Discourse, I prithee, on this turret's top.
+
+ +TALBOT +
+The Duke of Bedford had a prisoner
+Call'd the brave Lord Ponton de Santrailles;
+For him was I exchanged and ransomed.
+But with a baser man of arms by far
+Once in contempt they would have barter'd me:
+Which I, disdaining, scorn'd; and craved death,
+Rather than I would be so vile esteem'd.
+In fine, redeem'd I was as I desired.
+But, O! the treacherous Fastolfe wounds my heart,
+Whom with my bare fists I would execute,
+If I now had him brought into my power.
+
+ +SALISBURY +
+Yet tell'st thou not how thou wert entertain'd.
+
+ +TALBOT +
+With scoffs and scorns and contumelious taunts.
+In open market-place produced they me,
+To be a public spectacle to all:
+Here, said they, is the terror of the French,
+The scarecrow that affrights our children so.
+Then broke I from the officers that led me,
+And with my nails digg'd stones out of the ground,
+To hurl at the beholders of my shame:
+My grisly countenance made others fly;
+None durst come near for fear of sudden death.
+In iron walls they deem'd me not secure;
+So great fear of my name 'mongst them was spread,
+That they supposed I could rend bars of steel,
+And spurn in pieces posts of adamant:
+Wherefore a guard of chosen shot I had,
+That walked about me every minute-while;
+And if I did but stir out of my bed,
+Ready they were to shoot me to the heart.
+

Enter the Boy with a linstock

+
+ +SALISBURY +
+I grieve to hear what torments you endured,
+But we will be revenged sufficiently
+Now it is supper-time in Orleans:
+Here, through this grate, I count each one
+and view the Frenchmen how they fortify:
+Let us look in; the sight will much delight thee.
+Sir Thomas Gargrave, and Sir William Glansdale,
+Let me have your express opinions
+Where is best place to make our battery next.
+
+ +GARGRAVE +
+I think, at the north gate; for there stand lords.
+
+ +GLANSDALE +
+And I, here, at the bulwark of the bridge.
+
+ +TALBOT +
+For aught I see, this city must be famish'd,
+Or with light skirmishes enfeebled.
+

Here they shoot. SALISBURY and GARGRAVE fall

+
+ +SALISBURY +
+O Lord, have mercy on us, wretched sinners!
+
+ +GARGRAVE +
+O Lord, have mercy on me, woful man!
+
+ +TALBOT +
+What chance is this that suddenly hath cross'd us?
+Speak, Salisbury; at least, if thou canst speak:
+How farest thou, mirror of all martial men?
+One of thy eyes and thy cheek's side struck off!
+Accursed tower! accursed fatal hand
+That hath contrived this woful tragedy!
+In thirteen battles Salisbury o'ercame;
+Henry the Fifth he first train'd to the wars;
+Whilst any trump did sound, or drum struck up,
+His sword did ne'er leave striking in the field.
+Yet livest thou, Salisbury? though thy speech doth fail,
+One eye thou hast, to look to heaven for grace:
+The sun with one eye vieweth all the world.
+Heaven, be thou gracious to none alive,
+If Salisbury wants mercy at thy hands!
+Bear hence his body; I will help to bury it.
+Sir Thomas Gargrave, hast thou any life?
+Speak unto Talbot; nay, look up to him.
+Salisbury, cheer thy spirit with this comfort;
+Thou shalt not die whiles--
+He beckons with his hand and smiles on me.
+As who should say 'When I am dead and gone,
+Remember to avenge me on the French.'
+Plantagenet, I will; and like thee, Nero,
+Play on the lute, beholding the towns burn:
+Wretched shall France be only in my name.
+

Here an alarum, and it thunders and lightens

+What stir is this? what tumult's in the heavens?
+Whence cometh this alarum and the noise?
+

Enter a Messenger

+
+ +Messenger +
+My lord, my lord, the French have gathered head:
+The Dauphin, with one Joan la Pucelle join'd,
+A holy prophetess new risen up,
+Is come with a great power to raise the siege.
+

Here SALISBURY lifteth himself up and groans

+
+ +TALBOT +
+Hear, hear how dying Salisbury doth groan!
+It irks his heart he cannot be revenged.
+Frenchmen, I'll be a Salisbury to you:
+Pucelle or puzzel, dolphin or dogfish,
+Your hearts I'll stamp out with my horse's heels,
+And make a quagmire of your mingled brains.
+Convey me Salisbury into his tent,
+And then we'll try what these dastard Frenchmen dare.
+

Alarum. Exeunt

+
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SCENE V. The same.

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+Here an alarum again: and TALBOT pursueth the DAUPHIN, and driveth him: then enter JOAN LA PUCELLE, driving Englishmen before her, and exit after them then re-enter TALBOT +
+ +TALBOT +
+Where is my strength, my valour, and my force?
+Our English troops retire, I cannot stay them:
+A woman clad in armour chaseth them.
+

Re-enter JOAN LA PUCELLE

+Here, here she comes. I'll have a bout with thee;
+Devil or devil's dam, I'll conjure thee:
+Blood will I draw on thee, thou art a witch,
+And straightway give thy soul to him thou servest.
+
+ +JOAN LA PUCELLE +
+Come, come, 'tis only I that must disgrace thee.
+

Here they fight

+
+ +TALBOT +
+Heavens, can you suffer hell so to prevail?
+My breast I'll burst with straining of my courage
+And from my shoulders crack my arms asunder.
+But I will chastise this high-minded strumpet.
+

They fight again

+
+ +JOAN LA PUCELLE +
+Talbot, farewell; thy hour is not yet come:
+I must go victual Orleans forthwith.
+

A short alarum; then enter the town with soldiers

+O'ertake me, if thou canst; I scorn thy strength.
+Go, go, cheer up thy hungry-starved men;
+Help Salisbury to make his testament:
+This day is ours, as many more shall be.
+

Exit

+
+ +TALBOT +
+My thoughts are whirled like a potter's wheel;
+I know not where I am, nor what I do;
+A witch, by fear, not force, like Hannibal,
+Drives back our troops and conquers as she lists:
+So bees with smoke and doves with noisome stench
+Are from their hives and houses driven away.
+They call'd us for our fierceness English dogs;
+Now, like to whelps, we crying run away.
+

A short alarum

+Hark, countrymen! either renew the fight,
+Or tear the lions out of England's coat;
+Renounce your soil, give sheep in lions' stead:
+Sheep run not half so treacherous from the wolf,
+Or horse or oxen from the leopard,
+As you fly from your oft-subdued slaves.
+

Alarum. Here another skirmish

+It will not be: retire into your trenches:
+You all consented unto Salisbury's death,
+For none would strike a stroke in his revenge.
+Pucelle is enter'd into Orleans,
+In spite of us or aught that we could do.
+O, would I were to die with Salisbury!
+The shame hereof will make me hide my head.
+

Exit TALBOT. Alarum; retreat; flourish

+
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SCENE VI. The same.

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+Enter, on the walls, JOAN LA PUCELLE, CHARLES, REIGNIER, ALENCON, and Soldiers +
+ +JOAN LA PUCELLE +
+Advance our waving colours on the walls;
+Rescued is Orleans from the English
+Thus Joan la Pucelle hath perform'd her word.
+
+ +CHARLES +
+Divinest creature, Astraea's daughter,
+How shall I honour thee for this success?
+Thy promises are like Adonis' gardens
+That one day bloom'd and fruitful were the next.
+France, triumph in thy glorious prophetess!
+Recover'd is the town of Orleans:
+More blessed hap did ne'er befall our state.
+
+ +REIGNIER +
+Why ring not out the bells aloud throughout the town?
+Dauphin, command the citizens make bonfires
+And feast and banquet in the open streets,
+To celebrate the joy that God hath given us.
+
+ +ALENCON +
+All France will be replete with mirth and joy,
+When they shall hear how we have play'd the men.
+
+ +CHARLES +
+'Tis Joan, not we, by whom the day is won;
+For which I will divide my crown with her,
+And all the priests and friars in my realm
+Shall in procession sing her endless praise.
+A statelier pyramis to her I'll rear
+Than Rhodope's or Memphis' ever was:
+In memory of her when she is dead,
+Her ashes, in an urn more precious
+Than the rich-jewel'd of Darius,
+Transported shall be at high festivals
+Before the kings and queens of France.
+No longer on Saint Denis will we cry,
+But Joan la Pucelle shall be France's saint.
+Come in, and let us banquet royally,
+After this golden day of victory.
+

Flourish. Exeunt

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SCENE I. Before Orleans.

+ +

+Enter a Sergeant of a band with two Sentinels +
+ +Sergeant +
+Sirs, take your places and be vigilant:
+If any noise or soldier you perceive
+Near to the walls, by some apparent sign
+Let us have knowledge at the court of guard.
+
+ +First Sentinel +
+Sergeant, you shall.
+

Exit Sergeant

+Thus are poor servitors,
+When others sleep upon their quiet beds,
+Constrain'd to watch in darkness, rain and cold.
+

Enter TALBOT, BEDFORD, BURGUNDY, and Forces, with scaling-ladders, their drums beating a dead march

+
+ +TALBOT +
+Lord Regent, and redoubted Burgundy,
+By whose approach the regions of Artois,
+Wallon and Picardy are friends to us,
+This happy night the Frenchmen are secure,
+Having all day caroused and banqueted:
+Embrace we then this opportunity
+As fitting best to quittance their deceit
+Contrived by art and baleful sorcery.
+
+ +BEDFORD +
+Coward of France! how much he wrongs his fame,
+Despairing of his own arm's fortitude,
+To join with witches and the help of hell!
+
+ +BURGUNDY +
+Traitors have never other company.
+But what's that Pucelle whom they term so pure?
+
+ +TALBOT +
+A maid, they say.
+
+ +BEDFORD +
+ A maid! and be so martial!
+
+ +BURGUNDY +
+Pray God she prove not masculine ere long,
+If underneath the standard of the French
+She carry armour as she hath begun.
+
+ +TALBOT +
+Well, let them practise and converse with spirits:
+God is our fortress, in whose conquering name
+Let us resolve to scale their flinty bulwarks.
+
+ +BEDFORD +
+Ascend, brave Talbot; we will follow thee.
+
+ +TALBOT +
+Not all together: better far, I guess,
+That we do make our entrance several ways;
+That, if it chance the one of us do fail,
+The other yet may rise against their force.
+
+ +BEDFORD +
+Agreed: I'll to yond corner.
+
+ +BURGUNDY +
+And I to this.
+
+ +TALBOT +
+And here will Talbot mount, or make his grave.
+Now, Salisbury, for thee, and for the right
+Of English Henry, shall this night appear
+How much in duty I am bound to both.
+
+ +Sentinels +
+Arm! arm! the enemy doth make assault!
+

Cry: 'St. George,' 'A Talbot.'

+

The French leap over the walls in their shirts. Enter, several ways, the BASTARD OF ORLEANS, ALENCON, and REIGNIER, half ready, and half unready

+
+ +ALENCON +
+How now, my lords! what, all unready so?
+
+ +BASTARD OF ORLEANS +
+Unready! ay, and glad we 'scaped so well.
+
+ +REIGNIER +
+'Twas time, I trow, to wake and leave our beds,
+Hearing alarums at our chamber-doors.
+
+ +ALENCON +
+Of all exploits since first I follow'd arms,
+Ne'er heard I of a warlike enterprise
+More venturous or desperate than this.
+
+ +BASTARD OF ORLEANS +
+I think this Talbot be a fiend of hell.
+
+ +REIGNIER +
+If not of hell, the heavens, sure, favour him.
+
+ +ALENCON +
+Here cometh Charles: I marvel how he sped.
+
+ +BASTARD OF ORLEANS +
+Tut, holy Joan was his defensive guard.
+

Enter CHARLES and JOAN LA PUCELLE

+
+ +CHARLES +
+Is this thy cunning, thou deceitful dame?
+Didst thou at first, to flatter us withal,
+Make us partakers of a little gain,
+That now our loss might be ten times so much?
+
+ +JOAN LA PUCELLE +
+Wherefore is Charles impatient with his friend!
+At all times will you have my power alike?
+Sleeping or waking must I still prevail,
+Or will you blame and lay the fault on me?
+Improvident soldiers! had your watch been good,
+This sudden mischief never could have fall'n.
+
+ +CHARLES +
+Duke of Alencon, this was your default,
+That, being captain of the watch to-night,
+Did look no better to that weighty charge.
+
+ +ALENCON +
+Had all your quarters been as safely kept
+As that whereof I had the government,
+We had not been thus shamefully surprised.
+
+ +BASTARD OF ORLEANS +
+Mine was secure.
+
+ +REIGNIER +
+ And so was mine, my lord.
+
+ +CHARLES +
+And, for myself, most part of all this night,
+Within her quarter and mine own precinct
+I was employ'd in passing to and fro,
+About relieving of the sentinels:
+Then how or which way should they first break in?
+
+ +JOAN LA PUCELLE +
+Question, my lords, no further of the case,
+How or which way: 'tis sure they found some place
+But weakly guarded, where the breach was made.
+And now there rests no other shift but this;
+To gather our soldiers, scatter'd and dispersed,
+And lay new platforms to endamage them.
+

Alarum. Enter an English Soldier, crying 'A Talbot! a Talbot!' They fly, leaving their clothes behind

+
+ +Soldier +
+I'll be so bold to take what they have left.
+The cry of Talbot serves me for a sword;
+For I have loaden me with many spoils,
+Using no other weapon but his name.
+

Exit

+
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SCENE II. Orleans. Within the town.

+ +

+Enter TALBOT, BEDFORD, BURGUNDY, a Captain, and others +
+ +BEDFORD +
+The day begins to break, and night is fled,
+Whose pitchy mantle over-veil'd the earth.
+Here sound retreat, and cease our hot pursuit.
+

Retreat sounded

+
+ +TALBOT +
+Bring forth the body of old Salisbury,
+And here advance it in the market-place,
+The middle centre of this cursed town.
+Now have I paid my vow unto his soul;
+For every drop of blood was drawn from him,
+There hath at least five Frenchmen died tonight.
+And that hereafter ages may behold
+What ruin happen'd in revenge of him,
+Within their chiefest temple I'll erect
+A tomb, wherein his corpse shall be interr'd:
+Upon the which, that every one may read,
+Shall be engraved the sack of Orleans,
+The treacherous manner of his mournful death
+And what a terror he had been to France.
+But, lords, in all our bloody massacre,
+I muse we met not with the Dauphin's grace,
+His new-come champion, virtuous Joan of Arc,
+Nor any of his false confederates.
+
+ +BEDFORD +
+'Tis thought, Lord Talbot, when the fight began,
+Roused on the sudden from their drowsy beds,
+They did amongst the troops of armed men
+Leap o'er the walls for refuge in the field.
+
+ +BURGUNDY +
+Myself, as far as I could well discern
+For smoke and dusky vapours of the night,
+Am sure I scared the Dauphin and his trull,
+When arm in arm they both came swiftly running,
+Like to a pair of loving turtle-doves
+That could not live asunder day or night.
+After that things are set in order here,
+We'll follow them with all the power we have.
+

Enter a Messenger

+
+ +Messenger +
+All hail, my lords! which of this princely train
+Call ye the warlike Talbot, for his acts
+So much applauded through the realm of France?
+
+ +TALBOT +
+Here is the Talbot: who would speak with him?
+
+ +Messenger +
+The virtuous lady, Countess of Auvergne,
+With modesty admiring thy renown,
+By me entreats, great lord, thou wouldst vouchsafe
+To visit her poor castle where she lies,
+That she may boast she hath beheld the man
+Whose glory fills the world with loud report.
+
+ +BURGUNDY +
+Is it even so? Nay, then, I see our wars
+Will turn unto a peaceful comic sport,
+When ladies crave to be encounter'd with.
+You may not, my lord, despise her gentle suit.
+
+ +TALBOT +
+Ne'er trust me then; for when a world of men
+Could not prevail with all their oratory,
+Yet hath a woman's kindness over-ruled:
+And therefore tell her I return great thanks,
+And in submission will attend on her.
+Will not your honours bear me company?
+
+ +BEDFORD +
+No, truly; it is more than manners will:
+And I have heard it said, unbidden guests
+Are often welcomest when they are gone.
+
+ +TALBOT +
+Well then, alone, since there's no remedy,
+I mean to prove this lady's courtesy.
+Come hither, captain.
+

Whispers

+You perceive my mind?
+
+ +Captain +
+I do, my lord, and mean accordingly.
+

Exeunt

+
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SCENE III. Auvergne. The COUNTESS's castle.

+ +

+Enter the COUNTESS and her Porter +
+
+COUNTESS
+
+ +OF AUVERGNE +
+Porter, remember what I gave in charge;
+And when you have done so, bring the keys to me.
+
+ +Porter +
+Madam, I will.
+

Exit

+COUNTESS
+
+ +OF AUVERGNE +
+The plot is laid: if all things fall out right,
+I shall as famous be by this exploit
+As Scythian Tomyris by Cyrus' death.
+Great is the rumor of this dreadful knight,
+And his achievements of no less account:
+Fain would mine eyes be witness with mine ears,
+To give their censure of these rare reports.
+

Enter Messenger and TALBOT

+
+ +Messenger +
+Madam,
+According as your ladyship desired,
+By message craved, so is Lord Talbot come.
+COUNTESS
+
+ +OF AUVERGNE +
+And he is welcome. What! is this the man?
+
+ +Messenger +
+Madam, it is.
+COUNTESS
+
+ +OF AUVERGNE +
+ Is this the scourge of France?
+Is this the Talbot, so much fear'd abroad
+That with his name the mothers still their babes?
+I see report is fabulous and false:
+I thought I should have seen some Hercules,
+A second Hector, for his grim aspect,
+And large proportion of his strong-knit limbs.
+Alas, this is a child, a silly dwarf!
+It cannot be this weak and writhled shrimp
+Should strike such terror to his enemies.
+
+ +TALBOT +
+Madam, I have been bold to trouble you;
+But since your ladyship is not at leisure,
+I'll sort some other time to visit you.
+COUNTESS
+
+ +OF AUVERGNE +
+What means he now? Go ask him whither he goes.
+
+ +Messenger +
+Stay, my Lord Talbot; for my lady craves
+To know the cause of your abrupt departure.
+
+ +TALBOT +
+Marry, for that she's in a wrong belief,
+I go to certify her Talbot's here.
+

Re-enter Porter with keys

+COUNTESS
+
+ +OF AUVERGNE +
+If thou be he, then art thou prisoner.
+
+ +TALBOT +
+Prisoner! to whom?
+COUNTESS
+
+ +OF AUVERGNE +
+To me, blood-thirsty lord;
+And for that cause I trained thee to my house.
+Long time thy shadow hath been thrall to me,
+For in my gallery thy picture hangs:
+But now the substance shall endure the like,
+And I will chain these legs and arms of thine,
+That hast by tyranny these many years
+Wasted our country, slain our citizens
+And sent our sons and husbands captivate.
+
+ +TALBOT +
+Ha, ha, ha!
+COUNTESS
+
+ +OF AUVERGNE +
+Laughest thou, wretch? thy mirth shall turn to moan.
+
+ +TALBOT +
+I laugh to see your ladyship so fond
+To think that you have aught but Talbot's shadow
+Whereon to practise your severity.
+COUNTESS
+
+ +OF AUVERGNE +
+Why, art not thou the man?
+
+ +TALBOT +
+I am indeed.
+COUNTESS
+
+ +OF AUVERGNE +
+Then have I substance too.
+
+ +TALBOT +
+No, no, I am but shadow of myself:
+You are deceived, my substance is not here;
+For what you see is but the smallest part
+And least proportion of humanity:
+I tell you, madam, were the whole frame here,
+It is of such a spacious lofty pitch,
+Your roof were not sufficient to contain't.
+COUNTESS
+
+ +OF AUVERGNE +
+This is a riddling merchant for the nonce;
+He will be here, and yet he is not here:
+How can these contrarieties agree?
+
+ +TALBOT +
+That will I show you presently.
+

Winds his horn. Drums strike up: a peal of ordnance. Enter soldiers

+How say you, madam? are you now persuaded
+That Talbot is but shadow of himself?
+These are his substance, sinews, arms and strength,
+With which he yoketh your rebellious necks,
+Razeth your cities and subverts your towns
+And in a moment makes them desolate.
+COUNTESS
+
+ +OF AUVERGNE +
+Victorious Talbot! pardon my abuse:
+I find thou art no less than fame hath bruited
+And more than may be gather'd by thy shape.
+Let my presumption not provoke thy wrath;
+For I am sorry that with reverence
+I did not entertain thee as thou art.
+
+ +TALBOT +
+Be not dismay'd, fair lady; nor misconstrue
+The mind of Talbot, as you did mistake
+The outward composition of his body.
+What you have done hath not offended me;
+Nor other satisfaction do I crave,
+But only, with your patience, that we may
+Taste of your wine and see what cates you have;
+For soldiers' stomachs always serve them well.
+COUNTESS
+
+ +OF AUVERGNE +
+With all my heart, and think me honoured
+To feast so great a warrior in my house.
+

Exeunt

+
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SCENE IV. London. The Temple-garden.

+ +

+Enter the Earls of SOMERSET, SUFFOLK, and WARWICK; RICHARD PLANTAGENET, VERNON, and another Lawyer +
+
+RICHARD
+
+ +PLANTAGENET +
+Great lords and gentlemen, what means this silence?
+Dare no man answer in a case of truth?
+
+ +SUFFOLK +
+Within the Temple-hall we were too loud;
+The garden here is more convenient.
+RICHARD
+
+ +PLANTAGENET +
+Then say at once if I maintain'd the truth;
+Or else was wrangling Somerset in the error?
+
+ +SUFFOLK +
+Faith, I have been a truant in the law,
+And never yet could frame my will to it;
+And therefore frame the law unto my will.
+
+ +SOMERSET +
+Judge you, my Lord of Warwick, then, between us.
+
+ +WARWICK +
+Between two hawks, which flies the higher pitch;
+Between two dogs, which hath the deeper mouth;
+Between two blades, which bears the better temper:
+Between two horses, which doth bear him best;
+Between two girls, which hath the merriest eye;
+I have perhaps some shallow spirit of judgement;
+But in these nice sharp quillets of the law,
+Good faith, I am no wiser than a daw.
+RICHARD
+
+ +PLANTAGENET +
+Tut, tut, here is a mannerly forbearance:
+The truth appears so naked on my side
+That any purblind eye may find it out.
+
+ +SOMERSET +
+And on my side it is so well apparell'd,
+So clear, so shining and so evident
+That it will glimmer through a blind man's eye.
+RICHARD
+
+ +PLANTAGENET +
+Since you are tongue-tied and so loath to speak,
+In dumb significants proclaim your thoughts:
+Let him that is a true-born gentleman
+And stands upon the honour of his birth,
+If he suppose that I have pleaded truth,
+From off this brier pluck a white rose with me.
+
+ +SOMERSET +
+Let him that is no coward nor no flatterer,
+But dare maintain the party of the truth,
+Pluck a red rose from off this thorn with me.
+
+ +WARWICK +
+I love no colours, and without all colour
+Of base insinuating flattery
+I pluck this white rose with Plantagenet.
+
+ +SUFFOLK +
+I pluck this red rose with young Somerset
+And say withal I think he held the right.
+
+ +VERNON +
+Stay, lords and gentlemen, and pluck no more,
+Till you conclude that he upon whose side
+The fewest roses are cropp'd from the tree
+Shall yield the other in the right opinion.
+
+ +SOMERSET +
+Good Master Vernon, it is well objected:
+If I have fewest, I subscribe in silence.
+RICHARD
+
+ +PLANTAGENET +
+And I.
+
+ +VERNON +
+Then for the truth and plainness of the case.
+I pluck this pale and maiden blossom here,
+Giving my verdict on the white rose side.
+
+ +SOMERSET +
+Prick not your finger as you pluck it off,
+Lest bleeding you do paint the white rose red
+And fall on my side so, against your will.
+
+ +VERNON +
+If I my lord, for my opinion bleed,
+Opinion shall be surgeon to my hurt
+And keep me on the side where still I am.
+
+ +SOMERSET +
+Well, well, come on: who else?
+
+ +Lawyer +
+Unless my study and my books be false,
+The argument you held was wrong in you:
+

To SOMERSET

+In sign whereof I pluck a white rose too.
+RICHARD
+
+ +PLANTAGENET +
+Now, Somerset, where is your argument?
+
+ +SOMERSET +
+Here in my scabbard, meditating that
+Shall dye your white rose in a bloody red.
+RICHARD
+
+ +PLANTAGENET +
+Meantime your cheeks do counterfeit our roses;
+For pale they look with fear, as witnessing
+The truth on our side.
+
+ +SOMERSET +
+No, Plantagenet,
+'Tis not for fear but anger that thy cheeks
+Blush for pure shame to counterfeit our roses,
+And yet thy tongue will not confess thy error.
+RICHARD
+
+ +PLANTAGENET +
+Hath not thy rose a canker, Somerset?
+
+ +SOMERSET +
+Hath not thy rose a thorn, Plantagenet?
+RICHARD
+
+ +PLANTAGENET +
+Ay, sharp and piercing, to maintain his truth;
+Whiles thy consuming canker eats his falsehood.
+
+ +SOMERSET +
+Well, I'll find friends to wear my bleeding roses,
+That shall maintain what I have said is true,
+Where false Plantagenet dare not be seen.
+RICHARD
+
+ +PLANTAGENET +
+Now, by this maiden blossom in my hand,
+I scorn thee and thy fashion, peevish boy.
+
+ +SUFFOLK +
+Turn not thy scorns this way, Plantagenet.
+RICHARD
+
+ +PLANTAGENET +
+Proud Pole, I will, and scorn both him and thee.
+
+ +SUFFOLK +
+I'll turn my part thereof into thy throat.
+
+ +SOMERSET +
+Away, away, good William de la Pole!
+We grace the yeoman by conversing with him.
+
+ +WARWICK +
+Now, by God's will, thou wrong'st him, Somerset;
+His grandfather was Lionel Duke of Clarence,
+Third son to the third Edward King of England:
+Spring crestless yeomen from so deep a root?
+RICHARD
+
+ +PLANTAGENET +
+He bears him on the place's privilege,
+Or durst not, for his craven heart, say thus.
+
+ +SOMERSET +
+By him that made me, I'll maintain my words
+On any plot of ground in Christendom.
+Was not thy father, Richard Earl of Cambridge,
+For treason executed in our late king's days?
+And, by his treason, stand'st not thou attainted,
+Corrupted, and exempt from ancient gentry?
+His trespass yet lives guilty in thy blood;
+And, till thou be restored, thou art a yeoman.
+RICHARD
+
+ +PLANTAGENET +
+My father was attached, not attainted,
+Condemn'd to die for treason, but no traitor;
+And that I'll prove on better men than Somerset,
+Were growing time once ripen'd to my will.
+For your partaker Pole and you yourself,
+I'll note you in my book of memory,
+To scourge you for this apprehension:
+Look to it well and say you are well warn'd.
+
+ +SOMERSET +
+Ah, thou shalt find us ready for thee still;
+And know us by these colours for thy foes,
+For these my friends in spite of thee shall wear.
+RICHARD
+
+ +PLANTAGENET +
+And, by my soul, this pale and angry rose,
+As cognizance of my blood-drinking hate,
+Will I for ever and my faction wear,
+Until it wither with me to my grave
+Or flourish to the height of my degree.
+
+ +SUFFOLK +
+Go forward and be choked with thy ambition!
+And so farewell until I meet thee next.
+

Exit

+
+ +SOMERSET +
+Have with thee, Pole. Farewell, ambitious Richard.
+

Exit

+RICHARD
+
+ +PLANTAGENET +
+How I am braved and must perforce endure it!
+
+ +WARWICK +
+This blot that they object against your house
+Shall be wiped out in the next parliament
+Call'd for the truce of Winchester and Gloucester;
+And if thou be not then created York,
+I will not live to be accounted Warwick.
+Meantime, in signal of my love to thee,
+Against proud Somerset and William Pole,
+Will I upon thy party wear this rose:
+And here I prophesy: this brawl to-day,
+Grown to this faction in the Temple-garden,
+Shall send between the red rose and the white
+A thousand souls to death and deadly night.
+RICHARD
+
+ +PLANTAGENET +
+Good Master Vernon, I am bound to you,
+That you on my behalf would pluck a flower.
+
+ +VERNON +
+In your behalf still will I wear the same.
+
+ +Lawyer +
+And so will I.
+RICHARD
+
+ +PLANTAGENET +
+Thanks, gentle sir.
+Come, let us four to dinner: I dare say
+This quarrel will drink blood another day.
+

Exeunt

+
+ +
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The First part of King Henry the Sixth +
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SCENE V. The Tower of London.

+ +

+Enter MORTIMER, brought in a chair, and Gaolers +
+ +MORTIMER +
+Kind keepers of my weak decaying age,
+Let dying Mortimer here rest himself.
+Even like a man new haled from the rack,
+So fare my limbs with long imprisonment.
+And these grey locks, the pursuivants of death,
+Nestor-like aged in an age of care,
+Argue the end of Edmund Mortimer.
+These eyes, like lamps whose wasting oil is spent,
+Wax dim, as drawing to their exigent;
+Weak shoulders, overborne with burthening grief,
+And pithless arms, like to a wither'd vine
+That droops his sapless branches to the ground;
+Yet are these feet, whose strengthless stay is numb,
+Unable to support this lump of clay,
+Swift-winged with desire to get a grave,
+As witting I no other comfort have.
+But tell me, keeper, will my nephew come?
+
+ +First Gaoler +
+Richard Plantagenet, my lord, will come:
+We sent unto the Temple, unto his chamber;
+And answer was return'd that he will come.
+
+ +MORTIMER +
+Enough: my soul shall then be satisfied.
+Poor gentleman! his wrong doth equal mine.
+Since Henry Monmouth first began to reign,
+Before whose glory I was great in arms,
+This loathsome sequestration have I had:
+And even since then hath Richard been obscured,
+Deprived of honour and inheritance.
+But now the arbitrator of despairs,
+Just death, kind umpire of men's miseries,
+With sweet enlargement doth dismiss me hence:
+I would his troubles likewise were expired,
+That so he might recover what was lost.
+

Enter RICHARD PLANTAGENET

+
+ +First Gaoler +
+My lord, your loving nephew now is come.
+
+ +MORTIMER +
+Richard Plantagenet, my friend, is he come?
+RICHARD
+
+ +PLANTAGENET +
+Ay, noble uncle, thus ignobly used,
+Your nephew, late despised Richard, comes.
+
+ +MORTIMER +
+Direct mine arms I may embrace his neck,
+And in his bosom spend my latter gasp:
+O, tell me when my lips do touch his cheeks,
+That I may kindly give one fainting kiss.
+And now declare, sweet stem from York's great stock,
+Why didst thou say, of late thou wert despised?
+RICHARD
+
+ +PLANTAGENET +
+First, lean thine aged back against mine arm;
+And, in that ease, I'll tell thee my disease.
+This day, in argument upon a case,
+Some words there grew 'twixt Somerset and me;
+Among which terms he used his lavish tongue
+And did upbraid me with my father's death:
+Which obloquy set bars before my tongue,
+Else with the like I had requited him.
+Therefore, good uncle, for my father's sake,
+In honour of a true Plantagenet
+And for alliance sake, declare the cause
+My father, Earl of Cambridge, lost his head.
+
+ +MORTIMER +
+That cause, fair nephew, that imprison'd me
+And hath detain'd me all my flowering youth
+Within a loathsome dungeon, there to pine,
+Was cursed instrument of his decease.
+RICHARD
+
+ +PLANTAGENET +
+Discover more at large what cause that was,
+For I am ignorant and cannot guess.
+
+ +MORTIMER +
+I will, if that my fading breath permit
+And death approach not ere my tale be done.
+Henry the Fourth, grandfather to this king,
+Deposed his nephew Richard, Edward's son,
+The first-begotten and the lawful heir,
+Of Edward king, the third of that descent:
+During whose reign the Percies of the north,
+Finding his usurpation most unjust,
+Endeavor'd my advancement to the throne:
+The reason moved these warlike lords to this
+Was, for that--young King Richard thus removed,
+Leaving no heir begotten of his body--
+I was the next by birth and parentage;
+For by my mother I derived am
+From Lionel Duke of Clarence, the third son
+To King Edward the Third; whereas he
+From John of Gaunt doth bring his pedigree,
+Being but fourth of that heroic line.
+But mark: as in this haughty attempt
+They laboured to plant the rightful heir,
+I lost my liberty and they their lives.
+Long after this, when Henry the Fifth,
+Succeeding his father Bolingbroke, did reign,
+Thy father, Earl of Cambridge, then derived
+From famous Edmund Langley, Duke of York,
+Marrying my sister that thy mother was,
+Again in pity of my hard distress
+Levied an army, weening to redeem
+And have install'd me in the diadem:
+But, as the rest, so fell that noble earl
+And was beheaded. Thus the Mortimers,
+In whom the tide rested, were suppress'd.
+RICHARD
+
+ +PLANTAGENET +
+Of which, my lord, your honour is the last.
+
+ +MORTIMER +
+True; and thou seest that I no issue have
+And that my fainting words do warrant death;
+Thou art my heir; the rest I wish thee gather:
+But yet be wary in thy studious care.
+RICHARD
+
+ +PLANTAGENET +
+Thy grave admonishments prevail with me:
+But yet, methinks, my father's execution
+Was nothing less than bloody tyranny.
+
+ +MORTIMER +
+With silence, nephew, be thou politic:
+Strong-fixed is the house of Lancaster,
+And like a mountain, not to be removed.
+But now thy uncle is removing hence:
+As princes do their courts, when they are cloy'd
+With long continuance in a settled place.
+RICHARD
+
+ +PLANTAGENET +
+O, uncle, would some part of my young years
+Might but redeem the passage of your age!
+
+ +MORTIMER +
+Thou dost then wrong me, as that slaughterer doth
+Which giveth many wounds when one will kill.
+Mourn not, except thou sorrow for my good;
+Only give order for my funeral:
+And so farewell, and fair be all thy hopes
+And prosperous be thy life in peace and war!
+

Dies

+RICHARD
+
+ +PLANTAGENET +
+And peace, no war, befall thy parting soul!
+In prison hast thou spent a pilgrimage
+And like a hermit overpass'd thy days.
+Well, I will lock his counsel in my breast;
+And what I do imagine let that rest.
+Keepers, convey him hence, and I myself
+Will see his burial better than his life.
+

Exeunt Gaolers, bearing out the body of MORTIMER

+Here dies the dusky torch of Mortimer,
+Choked with ambition of the meaner sort:
+And for those wrongs, those bitter injuries,
+Which Somerset hath offer'd to my house:
+I doubt not but with honour to redress;
+And therefore haste I to the parliament,
+Either to be restored to my blood,
+Or make my ill the advantage of my good.
+

Exit

+ +
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The First part of King Henry the Sixth +
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+ +

SCENE I. London. The Parliament-house.

+ +

+Flourish. Enter KING HENRY VI, EXETER, GLOUCESTER, WARWICK, SOMERSET, and SUFFOLK; the BISHOP OF WINCHESTER, RICHARD PLANTAGENET, and others. GLOUCESTER offers to put up a bill; BISHOP OF WINCHESTER snatches it, and tears it +
+
+BISHOP
+
+ +OF WINCHESTER +
+Comest thou with deep premeditated lines,
+With written pamphlets studiously devised,
+Humphrey of Gloucester? If thou canst accuse,
+Or aught intend'st to lay unto my charge,
+Do it without invention, suddenly;
+As I with sudden and extemporal speech
+Purpose to answer what thou canst object.
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+Presumptuous priest! this place commands my patience,
+Or thou shouldst find thou hast dishonour'd me.
+Think not, although in writing I preferr'd
+The manner of thy vile outrageous crimes,
+That therefore I have forged, or am not able
+Verbatim to rehearse the method of my pen:
+No, prelate; such is thy audacious wickedness,
+Thy lewd, pestiferous and dissentious pranks,
+As very infants prattle of thy pride.
+Thou art a most pernicious usurer,
+Forward by nature, enemy to peace;
+Lascivious, wanton, more than well beseems
+A man of thy profession and degree;
+And for thy treachery, what's more manifest?
+In that thou laid'st a trap to take my life,
+As well at London bridge as at the Tower.
+Beside, I fear me, if thy thoughts were sifted,
+The king, thy sovereign, is not quite exempt
+From envious malice of thy swelling heart.
+BISHOP
+
+ +OF WINCHESTER +
+Gloucester, I do defy thee. Lords, vouchsafe
+To give me hearing what I shall reply.
+If I were covetous, ambitious or perverse,
+As he will have me, how am I so poor?
+Or how haps it I seek not to advance
+Or raise myself, but keep my wonted calling?
+And for dissension, who preferreth peace
+More than I do?--except I be provoked.
+No, my good lords, it is not that offends;
+It is not that that hath incensed the duke:
+It is, because no one should sway but he;
+No one but he should be about the king;
+And that engenders thunder in his breast
+And makes him roar these accusations forth.
+But he shall know I am as good--
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+As good!
+Thou bastard of my grandfather!
+BISHOP
+
+ +OF WINCHESTER +
+Ay, lordly sir; for what are you, I pray,
+But one imperious in another's throne?
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+Am I not protector, saucy priest?
+BISHOP
+
+ +OF WINCHESTER +
+And am not I a prelate of the church?
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+Yes, as an outlaw in a castle keeps
+And useth it to patronage his theft.
+BISHOP
+
+ +OF WINCHESTER +
+Unreverent Gloster!
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+Thou art reverent
+Touching thy spiritual function, not thy life.
+BISHOP
+
+ +OF WINCHESTER +
+Rome shall remedy this.
+
+ +WARWICK +
+Roam thither, then.
+
+ +SOMERSET +
+My lord, it were your duty to forbear.
+
+ +WARWICK +
+Ay, see the bishop be not overborne.
+
+ +SOMERSET +
+Methinks my lord should be religious
+And know the office that belongs to such.
+
+ +WARWICK +
+Methinks his lordship should be humbler;
+it fitteth not a prelate so to plead.
+
+ +SOMERSET +
+Yes, when his holy state is touch'd so near.
+
+ +WARWICK +
+State holy or unhallow'd, what of that?
+Is not his grace protector to the king?
+RICHARD
+
+ +PLANTAGENET +
+[Aside] Plantagenet, I see, must hold his tongue,
+Lest it be said 'Speak, sirrah, when you should;
+Must your bold verdict enter talk with lords?'
+Else would I have a fling at Winchester.
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+Uncles of Gloucester and of Winchester,
+The special watchmen of our English weal,
+I would prevail, if prayers might prevail,
+To join your hearts in love and amity.
+O, what a scandal is it to our crown,
+That two such noble peers as ye should jar!
+Believe me, lords, my tender years can tell
+Civil dissension is a viperous worm
+That gnaws the bowels of the commonwealth.
+

A noise within, 'Down with the tawny-coats!'

+What tumult's this?
+
+ +WARWICK +
+An uproar, I dare warrant,
+Begun through malice of the bishop's men.
+

A noise again, 'Stones! stones!' Enter Mayor

+
+ +Mayor +
+O, my good lords, and virtuous Henry,
+Pity the city of London, pity us!
+The bishop and the Duke of Gloucester's men,
+Forbidden late to carry any weapon,
+Have fill'd their pockets full of pebble stones
+And banding themselves in contrary parts
+Do pelt so fast at one another's pate
+That many have their giddy brains knock'd out:
+Our windows are broke down in every street
+And we for fear compell'd to shut our shops.
+

Enter Serving-men, in skirmish, with bloody pates

+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+We charge you, on allegiance to ourself,
+To hold your slaughtering hands and keep the peace.
+Pray, uncle Gloucester, mitigate this strife.
+First Serving-man Nay, if we be forbidden stones,
+We'll fall to it with our teeth.
+Second Serving-man Do what ye dare, we are as resolute.
+

Skirmish again

+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+You of my household, leave this peevish broil
+And set this unaccustom'd fight aside.
+Third Serving-man My lord, we know your grace to be a man
+Just and upright; and, for your royal birth,
+Inferior to none but to his majesty:
+And ere that we will suffer such a prince,
+So kind a father of the commonweal,
+To be disgraced by an inkhorn mate,
+We and our wives and children all will fight
+And have our bodies slaughtered by thy foes.
+First Serving-man Ay, and the very parings of our nails
+Shall pitch a field when we are dead.
+

Begin again

+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+Stay, stay, I say!
+And if you love me, as you say you do,
+Let me persuade you to forbear awhile.
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+O, how this discord doth afflict my soul!
+Can you, my Lord of Winchester, behold
+My sighs and tears and will not once relent?
+Who should be pitiful, if you be not?
+Or who should study to prefer a peace.
+If holy churchmen take delight in broils?
+
+ +WARWICK +
+Yield, my lord protector; yield, Winchester;
+Except you mean with obstinate repulse
+To slay your sovereign and destroy the realm.
+You see what mischief and what murder too
+Hath been enacted through your enmity;
+Then be at peace except ye thirst for blood.
+BISHOP
+
+ +OF WINCHESTER +
+He shall submit, or I will never yield.
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+Compassion on the king commands me stoop;
+Or I would see his heart out, ere the priest
+Should ever get that privilege of me.
+
+ +WARWICK +
+Behold, my Lord of Winchester, the duke
+Hath banish'd moody discontented fury,
+As by his smoothed brows it doth appear:
+Why look you still so stern and tragical?
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+Here, Winchester, I offer thee my hand.
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+Fie, uncle Beaufort! I have heard you preach
+That malice was a great and grievous sin;
+And will not you maintain the thing you teach,
+But prove a chief offender in the same?
+
+ +WARWICK +
+Sweet king! the bishop hath a kindly gird.
+For shame, my lord of Winchester, relent!
+What, shall a child instruct you what to do?
+BISHOP
+
+ +OF WINCHESTER +
+Well, Duke of Gloucester, I will yield to thee;
+Love for thy love and hand for hand I give.
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+[Aside] Ay, but, I fear me, with a hollow heart.--
+See here, my friends and loving countrymen,
+This token serveth for a flag of truce
+Betwixt ourselves and all our followers:
+So help me God, as I dissemble not!
+BISHOP
+
+ +OF WINCHESTER +
+[Aside] So help me God, as I intend it not!
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+O, loving uncle, kind Duke of Gloucester,
+How joyful am I made by this contract!
+Away, my masters! trouble us no more;
+But join in friendship, as your lords have done.
+First Serving-man Content: I'll to the surgeon's.
+Second Serving-man And so will I.
+Third Serving-man And I will see what physic the tavern affords.
+

Exeunt Serving-men, Mayor, & c

+
+ +WARWICK +
+Accept this scroll, most gracious sovereign,
+Which in the right of Richard Plantagenet
+We do exhibit to your majesty.
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+Well urged, my Lord of Warwick: or sweet prince,
+And if your grace mark every circumstance,
+You have great reason to do Richard right;
+Especially for those occasions
+At Eltham Place I told your majesty.
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+And those occasions, uncle, were of force:
+Therefore, my loving lords, our pleasure is
+That Richard be restored to his blood.
+
+ +WARWICK +
+Let Richard be restored to his blood;
+So shall his father's wrongs be recompensed.
+BISHOP
+
+ +OF WINCHESTER +
+As will the rest, so willeth Winchester.
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+If Richard will be true, not that alone
+But all the whole inheritance I give
+That doth belong unto the house of York,
+From whence you spring by lineal descent.
+RICHARD
+
+ +PLANTAGENET +
+Thy humble servant vows obedience
+And humble service till the point of death.
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+Stoop then and set your knee against my foot;
+And, in reguerdon of that duty done,
+I gird thee with the valiant sword of York:
+Rise Richard, like a true Plantagenet,
+And rise created princely Duke of York.
+RICHARD
+
+ +PLANTAGENET +
+And so thrive Richard as thy foes may fall!
+And as my duty springs, so perish they
+That grudge one thought against your majesty!
+
+ +ALL +
+Welcome, high prince, the mighty Duke of York!
+
+ +SOMERSET +
+[Aside] Perish, base prince, ignoble Duke of York!
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+Now will it best avail your majesty
+To cross the seas and to be crown'd in France:
+The presence of a king engenders love
+Amongst his subjects and his loyal friends,
+As it disanimates his enemies.
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+When Gloucester says the word, King Henry goes;
+For friendly counsel cuts off many foes.
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+Your ships already are in readiness.
+

Sennet. Flourish. Exeunt all but EXETER

+
+ +EXETER +
+Ay, we may march in England or in France,
+Not seeing what is likely to ensue.
+This late dissension grown betwixt the peers
+Burns under feigned ashes of forged love
+And will at last break out into a flame:
+As fester'd members rot but by degree,
+Till bones and flesh and sinews fall away,
+So will this base and envious discord breed.
+And now I fear that fatal prophecy
+Which in the time of Henry named the Fifth
+Was in the mouth of every sucking babe;
+That Henry born at Monmouth should win all
+And Henry born at Windsor lose all:
+Which is so plain that Exeter doth wish
+His days may finish ere that hapless time.
+

Exit

+
+ +
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The First part of King Henry the Sixth +
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+ +

SCENE II. France. Before Rouen.

+ +

+Enter JOAN LA PUCELLE disguised, with four Soldiers with sacks upon their backs +
+ +JOAN LA PUCELLE +
+These are the city gates, the gates of Rouen,
+Through which our policy must make a breach:
+Take heed, be wary how you place your words;
+Talk like the vulgar sort of market men
+That come to gather money for their corn.
+If we have entrance, as I hope we shall,
+And that we find the slothful watch but weak,
+I'll by a sign give notice to our friends,
+That Charles the Dauphin may encounter them.
+
+ +First Soldier +
+Our sacks shall be a mean to sack the city,
+And we be lords and rulers over Rouen;
+Therefore we'll knock.
+

Knocks

+
+ +Watch +
+[Within] Qui est la?
+
+ +JOAN LA PUCELLE +
+Paysans, pauvres gens de France;
+Poor market folks that come to sell their corn.
+
+ +Watch +
+Enter, go in; the market bell is rung.
+
+ +JOAN LA PUCELLE +
+Now, Rouen, I'll shake thy bulwarks to the ground.
+

Exeunt

+

Enter CHARLES, the BASTARD OF ORLEANS, ALENCON, REIGNIER, and forces

+
+ +CHARLES +
+Saint Denis bless this happy stratagem!
+And once again we'll sleep secure in Rouen.
+
+ +BASTARD OF ORLEANS +
+Here enter'd Pucelle and her practisants;
+Now she is there, how will she specify
+Where is the best and safest passage in?
+
+ +REIGNIER +
+By thrusting out a torch from yonder tower;
+Which, once discern'd, shows that her meaning is,
+No way to that, for weakness, which she enter'd.
+

Enter JOAN LA PUCELLE on the top, thrusting out a torch burning

+
+ +JOAN LA PUCELLE +
+Behold, this is the happy wedding torch
+That joineth Rouen unto her countrymen,
+But burning fatal to the Talbotites!
+

Exit

+
+ +BASTARD OF ORLEANS +
+See, noble Charles, the beacon of our friend;
+The burning torch in yonder turret stands.
+
+ +CHARLES +
+Now shine it like a comet of revenge,
+A prophet to the fall of all our foes!
+
+ +REIGNIER +
+Defer no time, delays have dangerous ends;
+Enter, and cry 'The Dauphin!' presently,
+And then do execution on the watch.
+

Alarum. Exeunt

+

An alarum. Enter TALBOT in an excursion

+
+ +TALBOT +
+France, thou shalt rue this treason with thy tears,
+If Talbot but survive thy treachery.
+Pucelle, that witch, that damned sorceress,
+Hath wrought this hellish mischief unawares,
+That hardly we escaped the pride of France.
+

Exit

+

An alarum: excursions. BEDFORD, brought in sick in a chair. Enter TALBOT and BURGUNDY without: within JOAN LA PUCELLE, CHARLES, BASTARD OF ORLEANS, ALENCON, and REIGNIER, on the walls

+
+ +JOAN LA PUCELLE +
+Good morrow, gallants! want ye corn for bread?
+I think the Duke of Burgundy will fast
+Before he'll buy again at such a rate:
+'Twas full of darnel; do you like the taste?
+
+ +BURGUNDY +
+Scoff on, vile fiend and shameless courtezan!
+I trust ere long to choke thee with thine own
+And make thee curse the harvest of that corn.
+
+ +CHARLES +
+Your grace may starve perhaps before that time.
+
+ +BEDFORD +
+O, let no words, but deeds, revenge this treason!
+
+ +JOAN LA PUCELLE +
+What will you do, good grey-beard? break a lance,
+And run a tilt at death within a chair?
+
+ +TALBOT +
+Foul fiend of France, and hag of all despite,
+Encompass'd with thy lustful paramours!
+Becomes it thee to taunt his valiant age
+And twit with cowardice a man half dead?
+Damsel, I'll have a bout with you again,
+Or else let Talbot perish with this shame.
+
+ +JOAN LA PUCELLE +
+Are ye so hot, sir? yet, Pucelle, hold thy peace;
+If Talbot do but thunder, rain will follow.
+

The English whisper together in council

+God speed the parliament! who shall be the speaker?
+
+ +TALBOT +
+Dare ye come forth and meet us in the field?
+
+ +JOAN LA PUCELLE +
+Belike your lordship takes us then for fools,
+To try if that our own be ours or no.
+
+ +TALBOT +
+I speak not to that railing Hecate,
+But unto thee, Alencon, and the rest;
+Will ye, like soldiers, come and fight it out?
+
+ +ALENCON +
+Signior, no.
+
+ +TALBOT +
+Signior, hang! base muleters of France!
+Like peasant foot-boys do they keep the walls
+And dare not take up arms like gentlemen.
+
+ +JOAN LA PUCELLE +
+Away, captains! let's get us from the walls;
+For Talbot means no goodness by his looks.
+God be wi' you, my lord! we came but to tell you
+That we are here.
+

Exeunt from the walls

+
+ +TALBOT +
+And there will we be too, ere it be long,
+Or else reproach be Talbot's greatest fame!
+Vow, Burgundy, by honour of thy house,
+Prick'd on by public wrongs sustain'd in France,
+Either to get the town again or die:
+And I, as sure as English Henry lives
+And as his father here was conqueror,
+As sure as in this late-betrayed town
+Great Coeur-de-lion's heart was buried,
+So sure I swear to get the town or die.
+
+ +BURGUNDY +
+My vows are equal partners with thy vows.
+
+ +TALBOT +
+But, ere we go, regard this dying prince,
+The valiant Duke of Bedford. Come, my lord,
+We will bestow you in some better place,
+Fitter for sickness and for crazy age.
+
+ +BEDFORD +
+Lord Talbot, do not so dishonour me:
+Here will I sit before the walls of Rouen
+And will be partner of your weal or woe.
+
+ +BURGUNDY +
+Courageous Bedford, let us now persuade you.
+
+ +BEDFORD +
+Not to be gone from hence; for once I read
+That stout Pendragon in his litter sick
+Came to the field and vanquished his foes:
+Methinks I should revive the soldiers' hearts,
+Because I ever found them as myself.
+
+ +TALBOT +
+Undaunted spirit in a dying breast!
+Then be it so: heavens keep old Bedford safe!
+And now no more ado, brave Burgundy,
+But gather we our forces out of hand
+And set upon our boasting enemy.
+

Exeunt all but BEDFORD and Attendants

+

An alarum: excursions. Enter FASTOLFE and a Captain

+
+ +Captain +
+Whither away, Sir John Fastolfe, in such haste?
+
+ +FASTOLFE +
+Whither away! to save myself by flight:
+We are like to have the overthrow again.
+
+ +Captain +
+What! will you fly, and leave Lord Talbot?
+
+ +FASTOLFE +
+Ay,
+All the Talbots in the world, to save my life!
+

Exit

+
+ +Captain +
+Cowardly knight! ill fortune follow thee!
+

Exit

+

Retreat: excursions. JOAN LA PUCELLE, ALENCON, and CHARLES fly

+
+ +BEDFORD +
+Now, quiet soul, depart when heaven please,
+For I have seen our enemies' overthrow.
+What is the trust or strength of foolish man?
+They that of late were daring with their scoffs
+Are glad and fain by flight to save themselves.
+

BEDFORD dies, and is carried in by two in his chair

+

An alarum. Re-enter TALBOT, BURGUNDY, and the rest

+
+ +TALBOT +
+Lost, and recover'd in a day again!
+This is a double honour, Burgundy:
+Yet heavens have glory for this victory!
+
+ +BURGUNDY +
+Warlike and martial Talbot, Burgundy
+Enshrines thee in his heart and there erects
+Thy noble deeds as valour's monuments.
+
+ +TALBOT +
+Thanks, gentle duke. But where is Pucelle now?
+I think her old familiar is asleep:
+Now where's the Bastard's braves, and Charles his gleeks?
+What, all amort? Rouen hangs her head for grief
+That such a valiant company are fled.
+Now will we take some order in the town,
+Placing therein some expert officers,
+And then depart to Paris to the king,
+For there young Henry with his nobles lie.
+
+ +BURGUNDY +
+What wills Lord Talbot pleaseth Burgundy.
+
+ +TALBOT +
+But yet, before we go, let's not forget
+The noble Duke of Bedford late deceased,
+But see his exequies fulfill'd in Rouen:
+A braver soldier never couched lance,
+A gentler heart did never sway in court;
+But kings and mightiest potentates must die,
+For that's the end of human misery.
+

Exeunt

+
+ +
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+ +

SCENE III. The plains near Rouen.

+ +

+Enter CHARLES, the BASTARD OF ORLEANS, ALENCON, JOAN LA PUCELLE, and forces +
+ +JOAN LA PUCELLE +
+Dismay not, princes, at this accident,
+Nor grieve that Rouen is so recovered:
+Care is no cure, but rather corrosive,
+For things that are not to be remedied.
+Let frantic Talbot triumph for a while
+And like a peacock sweep along his tail;
+We'll pull his plumes and take away his train,
+If Dauphin and the rest will be but ruled.
+
+ +CHARLES +
+We have been guided by thee hitherto,
+And of thy cunning had no diffidence:
+One sudden foil shall never breed distrust.
+
+ +BASTARD OF ORLEANS +
+Search out thy wit for secret policies,
+And we will make thee famous through the world.
+
+ +ALENCON +
+We'll set thy statue in some holy place,
+And have thee reverenced like a blessed saint:
+Employ thee then, sweet virgin, for our good.
+
+ +JOAN LA PUCELLE +
+Then thus it must be; this doth Joan devise:
+By fair persuasions mix'd with sugar'd words
+We will entice the Duke of Burgundy
+To leave the Talbot and to follow us.
+
+ +CHARLES +
+Ay, marry, sweeting, if we could do that,
+France were no place for Henry's warriors;
+Nor should that nation boast it so with us,
+But be extirped from our provinces.
+
+ +ALENCON +
+For ever should they be expulsed from France
+And not have title of an earldom here.
+
+ +JOAN LA PUCELLE +
+Your honours shall perceive how I will work
+To bring this matter to the wished end.
+

Drum sounds afar off

+Hark! by the sound of drum you may perceive
+Their powers are marching unto Paris-ward.
+

Here sound an English march. Enter, and pass over at a distance, TALBOT and his forces

+There goes the Talbot, with his colours spread,
+And all the troops of English after him.
+

French march. Enter BURGUNDY and forces

+Now in the rearward comes the duke and his:
+Fortune in favour makes him lag behind.
+Summon a parley; we will talk with him.
+

Trumpets sound a parley

+
+ +CHARLES +
+A parley with the Duke of Burgundy!
+
+ +BURGUNDY +
+Who craves a parley with the Burgundy?
+
+ +JOAN LA PUCELLE +
+The princely Charles of France, thy countryman.
+
+ +BURGUNDY +
+What say'st thou, Charles? for I am marching hence.
+
+ +CHARLES +
+Speak, Pucelle, and enchant him with thy words.
+
+ +JOAN LA PUCELLE +
+Brave Burgundy, undoubted hope of France!
+Stay, let thy humble handmaid speak to thee.
+
+ +BURGUNDY +
+Speak on; but be not over-tedious.
+
+ +JOAN LA PUCELLE +
+Look on thy country, look on fertile France,
+And see the cities and the towns defaced
+By wasting ruin of the cruel foe.
+As looks the mother on her lowly babe
+When death doth close his tender dying eyes,
+See, see the pining malady of France;
+Behold the wounds, the most unnatural wounds,
+Which thou thyself hast given her woful breast.
+O, turn thy edged sword another way;
+Strike those that hurt, and hurt not those that help.
+One drop of blood drawn from thy country's bosom
+Should grieve thee more than streams of foreign gore:
+Return thee therefore with a flood of tears,
+And wash away thy country's stained spots.
+
+ +BURGUNDY +
+Either she hath bewitch'd me with her words,
+Or nature makes me suddenly relent.
+
+ +JOAN LA PUCELLE +
+Besides, all French and France exclaims on thee,
+Doubting thy birth and lawful progeny.
+Who joint'st thou with but with a lordly nation
+That will not trust thee but for profit's sake?
+When Talbot hath set footing once in France
+And fashion'd thee that instrument of ill,
+Who then but English Henry will be lord
+And thou be thrust out like a fugitive?
+Call we to mind, and mark but this for proof,
+Was not the Duke of Orleans thy foe?
+And was he not in England prisoner?
+But when they heard he was thine enemy,
+They set him free without his ransom paid,
+In spite of Burgundy and all his friends.
+See, then, thou fight'st against thy countrymen
+And joint'st with them will be thy slaughtermen.
+Come, come, return; return, thou wandering lord:
+Charles and the rest will take thee in their arms.
+
+ +BURGUNDY +
+I am vanquished; these haughty words of hers
+Have batter'd me like roaring cannon-shot,
+And made me almost yield upon my knees.
+Forgive me, country, and sweet countrymen,
+And, lords, accept this hearty kind embrace:
+My forces and my power of men are yours:
+So farewell, Talbot; I'll no longer trust thee.
+
+ +JOAN LA PUCELLE +
+[Aside] Done like a Frenchman: turn, and turn again!
+
+ +CHARLES +
+Welcome, brave duke! thy friendship makes us fresh.
+
+ +BASTARD OF ORLEANS +
+And doth beget new courage in our breasts.
+
+ +ALENCON +
+Pucelle hath bravely play'd her part in this,
+And doth deserve a coronet of gold.
+
+ +CHARLES +
+Now let us on, my lords, and join our powers,
+And seek how we may prejudice the foe.
+

Exeunt

+
+ +
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The First part of King Henry the Sixth +
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+ +

SCENE IV. Paris. The palace.

+ +

+Enter KING HENRY VI, GLOUCESTER, BISHOP OF WINCHESTER, YORK, SUFFOLK, SOMERSET, WARWICK, EXETER, VERNON BASSET, and others. To them with his Soldiers, TALBOT +
+ +TALBOT +
+My gracious prince, and honourable peers,
+Hearing of your arrival in this realm,
+I have awhile given truce unto my wars,
+To do my duty to my sovereign:
+In sign, whereof, this arm, that hath reclaim'd
+To your obedience fifty fortresses,
+Twelve cities and seven walled towns of strength,
+Beside five hundred prisoners of esteem,
+Lets fall his sword before your highness' feet,
+And with submissive loyalty of heart
+Ascribes the glory of his conquest got
+First to my God and next unto your grace.
+

Kneels

+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+Is this the Lord Talbot, uncle Gloucester,
+That hath so long been resident in France?
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+Yes, if it please your majesty, my liege.
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+Welcome, brave captain and victorious lord!
+When I was young, as yet I am not old,
+I do remember how my father said
+A stouter champion never handled sword.
+Long since we were resolved of your truth,
+Your faithful service and your toil in war;
+Yet never have you tasted our reward,
+Or been reguerdon'd with so much as thanks,
+Because till now we never saw your face:
+Therefore, stand up; and, for these good deserts,
+We here create you Earl of Shrewsbury;
+And in our coronation take your place.
+

Sennet. Flourish. Exeunt all but VERNON and BASSET

+
+ +VERNON +
+Now, sir, to you, that were so hot at sea,
+Disgracing of these colours that I wear
+In honour of my noble Lord of York:
+Darest thou maintain the former words thou spakest?
+
+ +BASSET +
+Yes, sir; as well as you dare patronage
+The envious barking of your saucy tongue
+Against my lord the Duke of Somerset.
+
+ +VERNON +
+Sirrah, thy lord I honour as he is.
+
+ +BASSET +
+Why, what is he? as good a man as York.
+
+ +VERNON +
+Hark ye; not so: in witness, take ye that.
+

Strikes him

+
+ +BASSET +
+Villain, thou know'st the law of arms is such
+That whoso draws a sword, 'tis present death,
+Or else this blow should broach thy dearest blood.
+But I'll unto his majesty, and crave
+I may have liberty to venge this wrong;
+When thou shalt see I'll meet thee to thy cost.
+
+ +VERNON +
+Well, miscreant, I'll be there as soon as you;
+And, after, meet you sooner than you would.
+

Exeunt

+ +
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The First part of King Henry the Sixth +
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+ +

SCENE I. Paris. A hall of state.

+ +

+Enter KING HENRY VI, GLOUCESTER, BISHOP OF WINCHESTER, YORK, SUFFOLK, SOMERSET, WARWICK, TALBOT, EXETER, the Governor, of Paris, and others +
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+Lord bishop, set the crown upon his head.
+BISHOP
+
+ +OF WINCHESTER +
+God save King Henry, of that name the sixth!
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+Now, governor of Paris, take your oath,
+That you elect no other king but him;
+Esteem none friends but such as are his friends,
+And none your foes but such as shall pretend
+Malicious practises against his state:
+This shall ye do, so help you righteous God!
+

Enter FASTOLFE

+
+ +FASTOLFE +
+My gracious sovereign, as I rode from Calais,
+To haste unto your coronation,
+A letter was deliver'd to my hands,
+Writ to your grace from the Duke of Burgundy.
+
+ +TALBOT +
+Shame to the Duke of Burgundy and thee!
+I vow'd, base knight, when I did meet thee next,
+To tear the garter from thy craven's leg,
+

Plucking it off

+Which I have done, because unworthily
+Thou wast installed in that high degree.
+Pardon me, princely Henry, and the rest
+This dastard, at the battle of Patay,
+When but in all I was six thousand strong
+And that the French were almost ten to one,
+Before we met or that a stroke was given,
+Like to a trusty squire did run away:
+In which assault we lost twelve hundred men;
+Myself and divers gentlemen beside
+Were there surprised and taken prisoners.
+Then judge, great lords, if I have done amiss;
+Or whether that such cowards ought to wear
+This ornament of knighthood, yea or no.
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+To say the truth, this fact was infamous
+And ill beseeming any common man,
+Much more a knight, a captain and a leader.
+
+ +TALBOT +
+When first this order was ordain'd, my lords,
+Knights of the garter were of noble birth,
+Valiant and virtuous, full of haughty courage,
+Such as were grown to credit by the wars;
+Not fearing death, nor shrinking for distress,
+But always resolute in most extremes.
+He then that is not furnish'd in this sort
+Doth but usurp the sacred name of knight,
+Profaning this most honourable order,
+And should, if I were worthy to be judge,
+Be quite degraded, like a hedge-born swain
+That doth presume to boast of gentle blood.
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+Stain to thy countrymen, thou hear'st thy doom!
+Be packing, therefore, thou that wast a knight:
+Henceforth we banish thee, on pain of death.
+

Exit FASTOLFE

+And now, my lord protector, view the letter
+Sent from our uncle Duke of Burgundy.
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+What means his grace, that he hath changed his style?
+No more but, plain and bluntly, 'To the king!'
+Hath he forgot he is his sovereign?
+Or doth this churlish superscription
+Pretend some alteration in good will?
+What's here?
+

Reads

+'I have, upon especial cause,
+Moved with compassion of my country's wreck,
+Together with the pitiful complaints
+Of such as your oppression feeds upon,
+Forsaken your pernicious faction
+And join'd with Charles, the rightful King of France.'
+O monstrous treachery! can this be so,
+That in alliance, amity and oaths,
+There should be found such false dissembling guile?
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+What! doth my uncle Burgundy revolt?
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+He doth, my lord, and is become your foe.
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+Is that the worst this letter doth contain?
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+It is the worst, and all, my lord, he writes.
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+Why, then, Lord Talbot there shall talk with him
+And give him chastisement for this abuse.
+How say you, my lord? are you not content?
+
+ +TALBOT +
+Content, my liege! yes, but that I am prevented,
+I should have begg'd I might have been employ'd.
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+Then gather strength and march unto him straight:
+Let him perceive how ill we brook his treason
+And what offence it is to flout his friends.
+
+ +TALBOT +
+I go, my lord, in heart desiring still
+You may behold confusion of your foes.
+

Exit

+

Enter VERNON and BASSET

+
+ +VERNON +
+Grant me the combat, gracious sovereign.
+
+ +BASSET +
+And me, my lord, grant me the combat too.
+
+ +YORK +
+This is my servant: hear him, noble prince.
+
+ +SOMERSET +
+And this is mine: sweet Henry, favour him.
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+Be patient, lords; and give them leave to speak.
+Say, gentlemen, what makes you thus exclaim?
+And wherefore crave you combat? or with whom?
+
+ +VERNON +
+With him, my lord; for he hath done me wrong.
+
+ +BASSET +
+And I with him; for he hath done me wrong.
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+What is that wrong whereof you both complain?
+First let me know, and then I'll answer you.
+
+ +BASSET +
+Crossing the sea from England into France,
+This fellow here, with envious carping tongue,
+Upbraided me about the rose I wear;
+Saying, the sanguine colour of the leaves
+Did represent my master's blushing cheeks,
+When stubbornly he did repugn the truth
+About a certain question in the law
+Argued betwixt the Duke of York and him;
+With other vile and ignominious terms:
+In confutation of which rude reproach
+And in defence of my lord's worthiness,
+I crave the benefit of law of arms.
+
+ +VERNON +
+And that is my petition, noble lord:
+For though he seem with forged quaint conceit
+To set a gloss upon his bold intent,
+Yet know, my lord, I was provoked by him;
+And he first took exceptions at this badge,
+Pronouncing that the paleness of this flower
+Bewray'd the faintness of my master's heart.
+
+ +YORK +
+Will not this malice, Somerset, be left?
+
+ +SOMERSET +
+Your private grudge, my Lord of York, will out,
+Though ne'er so cunningly you smother it.
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+Good Lord, what madness rules in brainsick men,
+When for so slight and frivolous a cause
+Such factious emulations shall arise!
+Good cousins both, of York and Somerset,
+Quiet yourselves, I pray, and be at peace.
+
+ +YORK +
+Let this dissension first be tried by fight,
+And then your highness shall command a peace.
+
+ +SOMERSET +
+The quarrel toucheth none but us alone;
+Betwixt ourselves let us decide it then.
+
+ +YORK +
+There is my pledge; accept it, Somerset.
+
+ +VERNON +
+Nay, let it rest where it began at first.
+
+ +BASSET +
+Confirm it so, mine honourable lord.
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+Confirm it so! Confounded be your strife!
+And perish ye, with your audacious prate!
+Presumptuous vassals, are you not ashamed
+With this immodest clamorous outrage
+To trouble and disturb the king and us?
+And you, my lords, methinks you do not well
+To bear with their perverse objections;
+Much less to take occasion from their mouths
+To raise a mutiny betwixt yourselves:
+Let me persuade you take a better course.
+
+ +EXETER +
+It grieves his highness: good my lords, be friends.
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+Come hither, you that would be combatants:
+Henceforth I charge you, as you love our favour,
+Quite to forget this quarrel and the cause.
+And you, my lords, remember where we are,
+In France, amongst a fickle wavering nation:
+If they perceive dissension in our looks
+And that within ourselves we disagree,
+How will their grudging stomachs be provoked
+To wilful disobedience, and rebel!
+Beside, what infamy will there arise,
+When foreign princes shall be certified
+That for a toy, a thing of no regard,
+King Henry's peers and chief nobility
+Destroy'd themselves, and lost the realm of France!
+O, think upon the conquest of my father,
+My tender years, and let us not forego
+That for a trifle that was bought with blood
+Let me be umpire in this doubtful strife.
+I see no reason, if I wear this rose,
+

Putting on a red rose

+That any one should therefore be suspicious
+I more incline to Somerset than York:
+Both are my kinsmen, and I love them both:
+As well they may upbraid me with my crown,
+Because, forsooth, the king of Scots is crown'd.
+But your discretions better can persuade
+Than I am able to instruct or teach:
+And therefore, as we hither came in peace,
+So let us still continue peace and love.
+Cousin of York, we institute your grace
+To be our regent in these parts of France:
+And, good my Lord of Somerset, unite
+Your troops of horsemen with his bands of foot;
+And, like true subjects, sons of your progenitors,
+Go cheerfully together and digest.
+Your angry choler on your enemies.
+Ourself, my lord protector and the rest
+After some respite will return to Calais;
+From thence to England; where I hope ere long
+To be presented, by your victories,
+With Charles, Alencon and that traitorous rout.
+

Flourish. Exeunt all but YORK, WARWICK, EXETER and VERNON

+
+ +WARWICK +
+My Lord of York, I promise you, the king
+Prettily, methought, did play the orator.
+
+ +YORK +
+And so he did; but yet I like it not,
+In that he wears the badge of Somerset.
+
+ +WARWICK +
+Tush, that was but his fancy, blame him not;
+I dare presume, sweet prince, he thought no harm.
+
+ +YORK +
+An if I wist he did,--but let it rest;
+Other affairs must now be managed.
+

Exeunt all but EXETER

+
+ +EXETER +
+Well didst thou, Richard, to suppress thy voice;
+For, had the passions of thy heart burst out,
+I fear we should have seen decipher'd there
+More rancorous spite, more furious raging broils,
+Than yet can be imagined or supposed.
+But howsoe'er, no simple man that sees
+This jarring discord of nobility,
+This shouldering of each other in the court,
+This factious bandying of their favourites,
+But that it doth presage some ill event.
+'Tis much when sceptres are in children's hands;
+But more when envy breeds unkind division;
+There comes the rain, there begins confusion.
+

Exit

+
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SCENE II. Before Bourdeaux.

+ +

+Enter TALBOT, with trump and drum +
+ +TALBOT +
+Go to the gates of Bourdeaux, trumpeter:
+Summon their general unto the wall.
+

Trumpet sounds. Enter General and others, aloft

+English John Talbot, captains, calls you forth,
+Servant in arms to Harry King of England;
+And thus he would: Open your city gates;
+Be humble to us; call my sovereign yours,
+And do him homage as obedient subjects;
+And I'll withdraw me and my bloody power:
+But, if you frown upon this proffer'd peace,
+You tempt the fury of my three attendants,
+Lean famine, quartering steel, and climbing fire;
+Who in a moment even with the earth
+Shall lay your stately and air-braving towers,
+If you forsake the offer of their love.
+
+ +General +
+Thou ominous and fearful owl of death,
+Our nation's terror and their bloody scourge!
+The period of thy tyranny approacheth.
+On us thou canst not enter but by death;
+For, I protest, we are well fortified
+And strong enough to issue out and fight:
+If thou retire, the Dauphin, well appointed,
+Stands with the snares of war to tangle thee:
+On either hand thee there are squadrons pitch'd,
+To wall thee from the liberty of flight;
+And no way canst thou turn thee for redress,
+But death doth front thee with apparent spoil
+And pale destruction meets thee in the face.
+Ten thousand French have ta'en the sacrament
+To rive their dangerous artillery
+Upon no Christian soul but English Talbot.
+Lo, there thou stand'st, a breathing valiant man,
+Of an invincible unconquer'd spirit!
+This is the latest glory of thy praise
+That I, thy enemy, due thee withal;
+For ere the glass, that now begins to run,
+Finish the process of his sandy hour,
+These eyes, that see thee now well coloured,
+Shall see thee wither'd, bloody, pale and dead.
+

Drum afar off

+Hark! hark! the Dauphin's drum, a warning bell,
+Sings heavy music to thy timorous soul;
+And mine shall ring thy dire departure out.
+

Exeunt General, & c

+
+ +TALBOT +
+He fables not; I hear the enemy:
+Out, some light horsemen, and peruse their wings.
+O, negligent and heedless discipline!
+How are we park'd and bounded in a pale,
+A little herd of England's timorous deer,
+Mazed with a yelping kennel of French curs!
+If we be English deer, be then in blood;
+Not rascal-like, to fall down with a pinch,
+But rather, moody-mad and desperate stags,
+Turn on the bloody hounds with heads of steel
+And make the cowards stand aloof at bay:
+Sell every man his life as dear as mine,
+And they shall find dear deer of us, my friends.
+God and Saint George, Talbot and England's right,
+Prosper our colours in this dangerous fight!
+

Exeunt

+
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SCENE III. Plains in Gascony.

+ +

+Enter a Messenger that meets YORK. Enter YORK with trumpet and many Soldiers +
+ +YORK +
+Are not the speedy scouts return'd again,
+That dogg'd the mighty army of the Dauphin?
+
+ +Messenger +
+They are return'd, my lord, and give it out
+That he is march'd to Bourdeaux with his power,
+To fight with Talbot: as he march'd along,
+By your espials were discovered
+Two mightier troops than that the Dauphin led,
+Which join'd with him and made their march for Bourdeaux.
+
+ +YORK +
+A plague upon that villain Somerset,
+That thus delays my promised supply
+Of horsemen, that were levied for this siege!
+Renowned Talbot doth expect my aid,
+And I am lowted by a traitor villain
+And cannot help the noble chevalier:
+God comfort him in this necessity!
+If he miscarry, farewell wars in France.
+

Enter Sir William LUCY

+
+ +LUCY +
+Thou princely leader of our English strength,
+Never so needful on the earth of France,
+Spur to the rescue of the noble Talbot,
+Who now is girdled with a waist of iron
+And hemm'd about with grim destruction:
+To Bourdeaux, warlike duke! to Bourdeaux, York!
+Else, farewell Talbot, France, and England's honour.
+
+ +YORK +
+O God, that Somerset, who in proud heart
+Doth stop my cornets, were in Talbot's place!
+So should we save a valiant gentleman
+By forfeiting a traitor and a coward.
+Mad ire and wrathful fury makes me weep,
+That thus we die, while remiss traitors sleep.
+
+ +LUCY +
+O, send some succor to the distress'd lord!
+
+ +YORK +
+He dies, we lose; I break my warlike word;
+We mourn, France smiles; we lose, they daily get;
+All 'long of this vile traitor Somerset.
+
+ +LUCY +
+Then God take mercy on brave Talbot's soul;
+And on his son young John, who two hours since
+I met in travel toward his warlike father!
+This seven years did not Talbot see his son;
+And now they meet where both their lives are done.
+
+ +YORK +
+Alas, what joy shall noble Talbot have
+To bid his young son welcome to his grave?
+Away! vexation almost stops my breath,
+That sunder'd friends greet in the hour of death.
+Lucy, farewell; no more my fortune can,
+But curse the cause I cannot aid the man.
+Maine, Blois, Poictiers, and Tours, are won away,
+'Long all of Somerset and his delay.
+

Exit, with his soldiers

+
+ +LUCY +
+Thus, while the vulture of sedition
+Feeds in the bosom of such great commanders,
+Sleeping neglection doth betray to loss
+The conquest of our scarce cold conqueror,
+That ever living man of memory,
+Henry the Fifth: whiles they each other cross,
+Lives, honours, lands and all hurry to loss.
+

Exit

+
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SCENE IV. Other plains in Gascony.

+ +

+Enter SOMERSET, with his army; a Captain of TALBOT's with him +
+ +SOMERSET +
+It is too late; I cannot send them now:
+This expedition was by York and Talbot
+Too rashly plotted: all our general force
+Might with a sally of the very town
+Be buckled with: the over-daring Talbot
+Hath sullied all his gloss of former honour
+By this unheedful, desperate, wild adventure:
+York set him on to fight and die in shame,
+That, Talbot dead, great York might bear the name.
+
+ +Captain +
+Here is Sir William Lucy, who with me
+Set from our o'ermatch'd forces forth for aid.
+

Enter Sir William LUCY

+
+ +SOMERSET +
+How now, Sir William! whither were you sent?
+
+ +LUCY +
+Whither, my lord? from bought and sold Lord Talbot;
+Who, ring'd about with bold adversity,
+Cries out for noble York and Somerset,
+To beat assailing death from his weak legions:
+And whiles the honourable captain there
+Drops bloody sweat from his war-wearied limbs,
+And, in advantage lingering, looks for rescue,
+You, his false hopes, the trust of England's honour,
+Keep off aloof with worthless emulation.
+Let not your private discord keep away
+The levied succors that should lend him aid,
+While he, renowned noble gentleman,
+Yields up his life unto a world of odds:
+Orleans the Bastard, Charles, Burgundy,
+Alencon, Reignier, compass him about,
+And Talbot perisheth by your default.
+
+ +SOMERSET +
+York set him on; York should have sent him aid.
+
+ +LUCY +
+And York as fast upon your grace exclaims;
+Swearing that you withhold his levied host,
+Collected for this expedition.
+
+ +SOMERSET +
+York lies; he might have sent and had the horse;
+I owe him little duty, and less love;
+And take foul scorn to fawn on him by sending.
+
+ +LUCY +
+The fraud of England, not the force of France,
+Hath now entrapp'd the noble-minded Talbot:
+Never to England shall he bear his life;
+But dies, betray'd to fortune by your strife.
+
+ +SOMERSET +
+Come, go; I will dispatch the horsemen straight:
+Within six hours they will be at his aid.
+
+ +LUCY +
+Too late comes rescue: he is ta'en or slain;
+For fly he could not, if he would have fled;
+And fly would Talbot never, though he might.
+
+ +SOMERSET +
+If he be dead, brave Talbot, then adieu!
+
+ +LUCY +
+His fame lives in the world, his shame in you.
+

Exeunt

+
+ +
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+ +

SCENE V. The English camp near Bourdeaux.

+ +

+Enter TALBOT and JOHN his son +
+ +TALBOT +
+O young John Talbot! I did send for thee
+To tutor thee in stratagems of war,
+That Talbot's name might be in thee revived
+When sapless age and weak unable limbs
+Should bring thy father to his drooping chair.
+But, O malignant and ill-boding stars!
+Now thou art come unto a feast of death,
+A terrible and unavoided danger:
+Therefore, dear boy, mount on my swiftest horse;
+And I'll direct thee how thou shalt escape
+By sudden flight: come, dally not, be gone.
+
+ +JOHN TALBOT +
+Is my name Talbot? and am I your son?
+And shall I fly? O if you love my mother,
+Dishonour not her honourable name,
+To make a bastard and a slave of me!
+The world will say, he is not Talbot's blood,
+That basely fled when noble Talbot stood.
+
+ +TALBOT +
+Fly, to revenge my death, if I be slain.
+
+ +JOHN TALBOT +
+He that flies so will ne'er return again.
+
+ +TALBOT +
+If we both stay, we both are sure to die.
+
+ +JOHN TALBOT +
+Then let me stay; and, father, do you fly:
+Your loss is great, so your regard should be;
+My worth unknown, no loss is known in me.
+Upon my death the French can little boast;
+In yours they will, in you all hopes are lost.
+Flight cannot stain the honour you have won;
+But mine it will, that no exploit have done:
+You fled for vantage, everyone will swear;
+But, if I bow, they'll say it was for fear.
+There is no hope that ever I will stay,
+If the first hour I shrink and run away.
+Here on my knee I beg mortality,
+Rather than life preserved with infamy.
+
+ +TALBOT +
+Shall all thy mother's hopes lie in one tomb?
+
+ +JOHN TALBOT +
+Ay, rather than I'll shame my mother's womb.
+
+ +TALBOT +
+Upon my blessing, I command thee go.
+
+ +JOHN TALBOT +
+To fight I will, but not to fly the foe.
+
+ +TALBOT +
+Part of thy father may be saved in thee.
+
+ +JOHN TALBOT +
+No part of him but will be shame in me.
+
+ +TALBOT +
+Thou never hadst renown, nor canst not lose it.
+
+ +JOHN TALBOT +
+Yes, your renowned name: shall flight abuse it?
+
+ +TALBOT +
+Thy father's charge shall clear thee from that stain.
+
+ +JOHN TALBOT +
+You cannot witness for me, being slain.
+If death be so apparent, then both fly.
+
+ +TALBOT +
+And leave my followers here to fight and die?
+My age was never tainted with such shame.
+
+ +JOHN TALBOT +
+And shall my youth be guilty of such blame?
+No more can I be sever'd from your side,
+Than can yourself yourself in twain divide:
+Stay, go, do what you will, the like do I;
+For live I will not, if my father die.
+
+ +TALBOT +
+Then here I take my leave of thee, fair son,
+Born to eclipse thy life this afternoon.
+Come, side by side together live and die.
+And soul with soul from France to heaven fly.
+

Exeunt

+
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SCENE VI. A field of battle.

+ +

+Alarum: excursions, wherein JOHN TALBOT is hemmed about, and TALBOT rescues him +
+ +TALBOT +
+Saint George and victory! fight, soldiers, fight.
+The regent hath with Talbot broke his word
+And left us to the rage of France his sword.
+Where is John Talbot? Pause, and take thy breath;
+I gave thee life and rescued thee from death.
+
+ +JOHN TALBOT +
+O, twice my father, twice am I thy son!
+The life thou gavest me first was lost and done,
+Till with thy warlike sword, despite of late,
+To my determined time thou gavest new date.
+
+ +TALBOT +
+When from the Dauphin's crest thy sword struck fire,
+It warm'd thy father's heart with proud desire
+Of bold-faced victory. Then leaden age,
+Quicken'd with youthful spleen and warlike rage,
+Beat down Alencon, Orleans, Burgundy,
+And from the pride of Gallia rescued thee.
+The ireful bastard Orleans, that drew blood
+From thee, my boy, and had the maidenhood
+Of thy first fight, I soon encountered,
+And interchanging blows I quickly shed
+Some of his bastard blood; and in disgrace
+Bespoke him thus; 'Contaminated, base
+And misbegotten blood I spill of thine,
+Mean and right poor, for that pure blood of mine
+Which thou didst force from Talbot, my brave boy:'
+Here, purposing the Bastard to destroy,
+Came in strong rescue. Speak, thy father's care,
+Art thou not weary, John? how dost thou fare?
+Wilt thou yet leave the battle, boy, and fly,
+Now thou art seal'd the son of chivalry?
+Fly, to revenge my death when I am dead:
+The help of one stands me in little stead.
+O, too much folly is it, well I wot,
+To hazard all our lives in one small boat!
+If I to-day die not with Frenchmen's rage,
+To-morrow I shall die with mickle age:
+By me they nothing gain an if I stay;
+'Tis but the shortening of my life one day:
+In thee thy mother dies, our household's name,
+My death's revenge, thy youth, and England's fame:
+All these and more we hazard by thy stay;
+All these are saved if thou wilt fly away.
+
+ +JOHN TALBOT +
+The sword of Orleans hath not made me smart;
+These words of yours draw life-blood from my heart:
+On that advantage, bought with such a shame,
+To save a paltry life and slay bright fame,
+Before young Talbot from old Talbot fly,
+The coward horse that bears me fail and die!
+And like me to the peasant boys of France,
+To be shame's scorn and subject of mischance!
+Surely, by all the glory you have won,
+An if I fly, I am not Talbot's son:
+Then talk no more of flight, it is no boot;
+If son to Talbot, die at Talbot's foot.
+
+ +TALBOT +
+Then follow thou thy desperate sire of Crete,
+Thou Icarus; thy life to me is sweet:
+If thou wilt fight, fight by thy father's side;
+And, commendable proved, let's die in pride.
+

Exeunt

+
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SCENE VII. Another part of the field.

+ +

+Alarum: excursions. Enter TALBOT led by a Servant +
+ +TALBOT +
+Where is my other life? mine own is gone;
+O, where's young Talbot? where is valiant John?
+Triumphant death, smear'd with captivity,
+Young Talbot's valour makes me smile at thee:
+When he perceived me shrink and on my knee,
+His bloody sword he brandish'd over me,
+And, like a hungry lion, did commence
+Rough deeds of rage and stern impatience;
+But when my angry guardant stood alone,
+Tendering my ruin and assail'd of none,
+Dizzy-eyed fury and great rage of heart
+Suddenly made him from my side to start
+Into the clustering battle of the French;
+And in that sea of blood my boy did drench
+His over-mounting spirit, and there died,
+My Icarus, my blossom, in his pride.
+
+ +Servant +
+O, my dear lord, lo, where your son is borne!
+

Enter Soldiers, with the body of JOHN TALBOT

+
+ +TALBOT +
+Thou antic death, which laugh'st us here to scorn,
+Anon, from thy insulting tyranny,
+Coupled in bonds of perpetuity,
+Two Talbots, winged through the lither sky,
+In thy despite shall 'scape mortality.
+O, thou, whose wounds become hard-favour'd death,
+Speak to thy father ere thou yield thy breath!
+Brave death by speaking, whether he will or no;
+Imagine him a Frenchman and thy foe.
+Poor boy! he smiles, methinks, as who should say,
+Had death been French, then death had died to-day.
+Come, come and lay him in his father's arms:
+My spirit can no longer bear these harms.
+Soldiers, adieu! I have what I would have,
+Now my old arms are young John Talbot's grave.
+

Dies

+

Enter CHARLES, ALENCON, BURGUNDY, BASTARD OF ORLEANS, JOAN LA PUCELLE, and forces

+
+ +CHARLES +
+Had York and Somerset brought rescue in,
+We should have found a bloody day of this.
+
+ +BASTARD OF ORLEANS +
+How the young whelp of Talbot's, raging-wood,
+Did flesh his puny sword in Frenchmen's blood!
+
+ +JOAN LA PUCELLE +
+Once I encounter'd him, and thus I said:
+'Thou maiden youth, be vanquish'd by a maid:'
+But, with a proud majestical high scorn,
+He answer'd thus: 'Young Talbot was not born
+To be the pillage of a giglot wench:'
+So, rushing in the bowels of the French,
+He left me proudly, as unworthy fight.
+
+ +BURGUNDY +
+Doubtless he would have made a noble knight;
+See, where he lies inhearsed in the arms
+Of the most bloody nurser of his harms!
+
+ +BASTARD OF ORLEANS +
+Hew them to pieces, hack their bones asunder
+Whose life was England's glory, Gallia's wonder.
+
+ +CHARLES +
+O, no, forbear! for that which we have fled
+During the life, let us not wrong it dead.
+

Enter Sir William LUCY, attended; Herald of the French preceding

+
+ +LUCY +
+Herald, conduct me to the Dauphin's tent,
+To know who hath obtained the glory of the day.
+
+ +CHARLES +
+On what submissive message art thou sent?
+
+ +LUCY +
+Submission, Dauphin! 'tis a mere French word;
+We English warriors wot not what it means.
+I come to know what prisoners thou hast ta'en
+And to survey the bodies of the dead.
+
+ +CHARLES +
+For prisoners ask'st thou? hell our prison is.
+But tell me whom thou seek'st.
+
+ +LUCY +
+But where's the great Alcides of the field,
+Valiant Lord Talbot, Earl of Shrewsbury,
+Created, for his rare success in arms,
+Great Earl of Washford, Waterford and Valence;
+Lord Talbot of Goodrig and Urchinfield,
+Lord Strange of Blackmere, Lord Verdun of Alton,
+Lord Cromwell of Wingfield, Lord Furnival of Sheffield,
+The thrice-victorious Lord of Falconbridge;
+Knight of the noble order of Saint George,
+Worthy Saint Michael and the Golden Fleece;
+Great marshal to Henry the Sixth
+Of all his wars within the realm of France?
+
+ +JOAN LA PUCELLE +
+Here is a silly stately style indeed!
+The Turk, that two and fifty kingdoms hath,
+Writes not so tedious a style as this.
+Him that thou magnifiest with all these titles
+Stinking and fly-blown lies here at our feet.
+
+ +LUCY +
+Is Talbot slain, the Frenchmen's only scourge,
+Your kingdom's terror and black Nemesis?
+O, were mine eyeballs into bullets turn'd,
+That I in rage might shoot them at your faces!
+O, that I could but call these dead to life!
+It were enough to fright the realm of France:
+Were but his picture left amongst you here,
+It would amaze the proudest of you all.
+Give me their bodies, that I may bear them hence
+And give them burial as beseems their worth.
+
+ +JOAN LA PUCELLE +
+I think this upstart is old Talbot's ghost,
+He speaks with such a proud commanding spirit.
+For God's sake let him have 'em; to keep them here,
+They would but stink, and putrefy the air.
+
+ +CHARLES +
+Go, take their bodies hence.
+
+ +LUCY +
+I'll bear them hence; but from their ashes shall be rear'd
+A phoenix that shall make all France afeard.
+
+ +CHARLES +
+So we be rid of them, do with 'em what thou wilt.
+And now to Paris, in this conquering vein:
+All will be ours, now bloody Talbot's slain.
+

Exeunt

+ +
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SCENE I. London. The palace.

+ +

+Sennet. Enter KING HENRY VI, GLOUCESTER, and EXETER +
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+Have you perused the letters from the pope,
+The emperor and the Earl of Armagnac?
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+I have, my lord: and their intent is this:
+They humbly sue unto your excellence
+To have a godly peace concluded of
+Between the realms of England and of France.
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+How doth your grace affect their motion?
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+Well, my good lord; and as the only means
+To stop effusion of our Christian blood
+And 'stablish quietness on every side.
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+Ay, marry, uncle; for I always thought
+It was both impious and unnatural
+That such immanity and bloody strife
+Should reign among professors of one faith.
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+Beside, my lord, the sooner to effect
+And surer bind this knot of amity,
+The Earl of Armagnac, near knit to Charles,
+A man of great authority in France,
+Proffers his only daughter to your grace
+In marriage, with a large and sumptuous dowry.
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+Marriage, uncle! alas, my years are young!
+And fitter is my study and my books
+Than wanton dalliance with a paramour.
+Yet call the ambassador; and, as you please,
+So let them have their answers every one:
+I shall be well content with any choice
+Tends to God's glory and my country's weal.
+

Enter CARDINAL OF WINCHESTER in Cardinal's habit, a Legate and two Ambassadors

+
+ +EXETER +
+What! is my Lord of Winchester install'd,
+And call'd unto a cardinal's degree?
+Then I perceive that will be verified
+Henry the Fifth did sometime prophesy,
+'If once he come to be a cardinal,
+He'll make his cap co-equal with the crown.'
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+My lords ambassadors, your several suits
+Have been consider'd and debated on.
+And therefore are we certainly resolved
+To draw conditions of a friendly peace;
+Which by my Lord of Winchester we mean
+Shall be transported presently to France.
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+And for the proffer of my lord your master,
+I have inform'd his highness so at large
+As liking of the lady's virtuous gifts,
+Her beauty and the value of her dower,
+He doth intend she shall be England's queen.
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+In argument and proof of which contract,
+Bear her this jewel, pledge of my affection.
+And so, my lord protector, see them guarded
+And safely brought to Dover; where inshipp'd
+Commit them to the fortune of the sea.
+

Exeunt all but CARDINAL OF WINCHESTER and Legate

+CARDINAL
+
+ +OF WINCHESTER +
+Stay, my lord legate: you shall first receive
+The sum of money which I promised
+Should be deliver'd to his holiness
+For clothing me in these grave ornaments.
+
+ +Legate +
+I will attend upon your lordship's leisure.
+CARDINAL
+
+ +OF WINCHESTER +
+[Aside] Now Winchester will not submit, I trow,
+Or be inferior to the proudest peer.
+Humphrey of Gloucester, thou shalt well perceive
+That, neither in birth or for authority,
+The bishop will be overborne by thee:
+I'll either make thee stoop and bend thy knee,
+Or sack this country with a mutiny.
+

Exeunt

+
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SCENE II. France. Plains in Anjou.

+ +

+Enter CHARLES, BURGUNDY, ALENCON, BASTARD OF ORLEANS, REIGNIER, JOAN LA PUCELLE, and forces +
+ +CHARLES +
+These news, my lord, may cheer our drooping spirits:
+'Tis said the stout Parisians do revolt
+And turn again unto the warlike French.
+
+ +ALENCON +
+Then march to Paris, royal Charles of France,
+And keep not back your powers in dalliance.
+
+ +JOAN LA PUCELLE +
+Peace be amongst them, if they turn to us;
+Else, ruin combat with their palaces!
+

Enter Scout

+
+ +Scout +
+Success unto our valiant general,
+And happiness to his accomplices!
+
+ +CHARLES +
+What tidings send our scouts? I prithee, speak.
+
+ +Scout +
+The English army, that divided was
+Into two parties, is now conjoined in one,
+And means to give you battle presently.
+
+ +CHARLES +
+Somewhat too sudden, sirs, the warning is;
+But we will presently provide for them.
+
+ +BURGUNDY +
+I trust the ghost of Talbot is not there:
+Now he is gone, my lord, you need not fear.
+
+ +JOAN LA PUCELLE +
+Of all base passions, fear is most accursed.
+Command the conquest, Charles, it shall be thine,
+Let Henry fret and all the world repine.
+
+ +CHARLES +
+Then on, my lords; and France be fortunate!
+

Exeunt

+
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SCENE III. Before Angiers.

+ +

+Alarum. Excursions. Enter JOAN LA PUCELLE +
+ +JOAN LA PUCELLE +
+The regent conquers, and the Frenchmen fly.
+Now help, ye charming spells and periapts;
+And ye choice spirits that admonish me
+And give me signs of future accidents.
+

Thunder

+You speedy helpers, that are substitutes
+Under the lordly monarch of the north,
+Appear and aid me in this enterprise.
+

Enter Fiends

+This speedy and quick appearance argues proof
+Of your accustom'd diligence to me.
+Now, ye familiar spirits, that are cull'd
+Out of the powerful regions under earth,
+Help me this once, that France may get the field.
+

They walk, and speak not

+O, hold me not with silence over-long!
+Where I was wont to feed you with my blood,
+I'll lop a member off and give it you
+In earnest of further benefit,
+So you do condescend to help me now.
+

They hang their heads

+No hope to have redress? My body shall
+Pay recompense, if you will grant my suit.
+

They shake their heads

+Cannot my body nor blood-sacrifice
+Entreat you to your wonted furtherance?
+Then take my soul, my body, soul and all,
+Before that England give the French the foil.
+

They depart

+See, they forsake me! Now the time is come
+That France must vail her lofty-plumed crest
+And let her head fall into England's lap.
+My ancient incantations are too weak,
+And hell too strong for me to buckle with:
+Now, France, thy glory droopeth to the dust.
+

Exit

+

Excursions. Re-enter JOAN LA PUCELLE fighting hand to hand with YORK. JOAN LA PUCELLE is taken. The French fly.

+
+ +YORK +
+Damsel of France, I think I have you fast:
+Unchain your spirits now with spelling charms
+And try if they can gain your liberty.
+A goodly prize, fit for the devil's grace!
+See, how the ugly wench doth bend her brows,
+As if with Circe she would change my shape!
+
+ +JOAN LA PUCELLE +
+Changed to a worser shape thou canst not be.
+
+ +YORK +
+O, Charles the Dauphin is a proper man;
+No shape but his can please your dainty eye.
+
+ +JOAN LA PUCELLE +
+A plaguing mischief light on Charles and thee!
+And may ye both be suddenly surprised
+By bloody hands, in sleeping on your beds!
+
+ +YORK +
+Fell banning hag, enchantress, hold thy tongue!
+
+ +JOAN LA PUCELLE +
+I prithee, give me leave to curse awhile.
+
+ +YORK +
+Curse, miscreant, when thou comest to the stake.
+

Exeunt

+

Alarum. Enter SUFFOLK with MARGARET in his hand

+
+ +SUFFOLK +
+Be what thou wilt, thou art my prisoner.
+

Gazes on her

+O fairest beauty, do not fear nor fly!
+For I will touch thee but with reverent hands;
+I kiss these fingers for eternal peace,
+And lay them gently on thy tender side.
+Who art thou? say, that I may honour thee.
+
+ +MARGARET +
+Margaret my name, and daughter to a king,
+The King of Naples, whosoe'er thou art.
+
+ +SUFFOLK +
+An earl I am, and Suffolk am I call'd.
+Be not offended, nature's miracle,
+Thou art allotted to be ta'en by me:
+So doth the swan her downy cygnets save,
+Keeping them prisoner underneath her wings.
+Yet, if this servile usage once offend.
+Go, and be free again, as Suffolk's friend.
+

She is going

+O, stay! I have no power to let her pass;
+My hand would free her, but my heart says no
+As plays the sun upon the glassy streams,
+Twinkling another counterfeited beam,
+So seems this gorgeous beauty to mine eyes.
+Fain would I woo her, yet I dare not speak:
+I'll call for pen and ink, and write my mind.
+Fie, de la Pole! disable not thyself;
+Hast not a tongue? is she not here?
+Wilt thou be daunted at a woman's sight?
+Ay, beauty's princely majesty is such,
+Confounds the tongue and makes the senses rough.
+
+ +MARGARET +
+Say, Earl of Suffolk--if thy name be so--
+What ransom must I pay before I pass?
+For I perceive I am thy prisoner.
+
+ +SUFFOLK +
+How canst thou tell she will deny thy suit,
+Before thou make a trial of her love?
+
+ +MARGARET +
+Why speak'st thou not? what ransom must I pay?
+
+ +SUFFOLK +
+She's beautiful, and therefore to be woo'd;
+She is a woman, therefore to be won.
+
+ +MARGARET +
+Wilt thou accept of ransom? yea, or no.
+
+ +SUFFOLK +
+Fond man, remember that thou hast a wife;
+Then how can Margaret be thy paramour?
+
+ +MARGARET +
+I were best to leave him, for he will not hear.
+
+ +SUFFOLK +
+There all is marr'd; there lies a cooling card.
+
+ +MARGARET +
+He talks at random; sure, the man is mad.
+
+ +SUFFOLK +
+And yet a dispensation may be had.
+
+ +MARGARET +
+And yet I would that you would answer me.
+
+ +SUFFOLK +
+I'll win this Lady Margaret. For whom?
+Why, for my king: tush, that's a wooden thing!
+
+ +MARGARET +
+He talks of wood: it is some carpenter.
+
+ +SUFFOLK +
+Yet so my fancy may be satisfied,
+And peace established between these realms
+But there remains a scruple in that too;
+For though her father be the King of Naples,
+Duke of Anjou and Maine, yet is he poor,
+And our nobility will scorn the match.
+
+ +MARGARET +
+Hear ye, captain, are you not at leisure?
+
+ +SUFFOLK +
+It shall be so, disdain they ne'er so much.
+Henry is youthful and will quickly yield.
+Madam, I have a secret to reveal.
+
+ +MARGARET +
+What though I be enthrall'd? he seems a knight,
+And will not any way dishonour me.
+
+ +SUFFOLK +
+Lady, vouchsafe to listen what I say.
+
+ +MARGARET +
+Perhaps I shall be rescued by the French;
+And then I need not crave his courtesy.
+
+ +SUFFOLK +
+Sweet madam, give me a hearing in a cause--
+
+ +MARGARET +
+Tush, women have been captivate ere now.
+
+ +SUFFOLK +
+Lady, wherefore talk you so?
+
+ +MARGARET +
+I cry you mercy, 'tis but Quid for Quo.
+
+ +SUFFOLK +
+Say, gentle princess, would you not suppose
+Your bondage happy, to be made a queen?
+
+ +MARGARET +
+To be a queen in bondage is more vile
+Than is a slave in base servility;
+For princes should be free.
+
+ +SUFFOLK +
+And so shall you,
+If happy England's royal king be free.
+
+ +MARGARET +
+Why, what concerns his freedom unto me?
+
+ +SUFFOLK +
+I'll undertake to make thee Henry's queen,
+To put a golden sceptre in thy hand
+And set a precious crown upon thy head,
+If thou wilt condescend to be my--
+
+ +MARGARET +
+What?
+
+ +SUFFOLK +
+His love.
+
+ +MARGARET +
+I am unworthy to be Henry's wife.
+
+ +SUFFOLK +
+No, gentle madam; I unworthy am
+To woo so fair a dame to be his wife,
+And have no portion in the choice myself.
+How say you, madam, are ye so content?
+
+ +MARGARET +
+An if my father please, I am content.
+
+ +SUFFOLK +
+Then call our captains and our colours forth.
+And, madam, at your father's castle walls
+We'll crave a parley, to confer with him.
+

A parley sounded. Enter REIGNIER on the walls

+See, Reignier, see, thy daughter prisoner!
+
+ +REIGNIER +
+To whom?
+
+ +SUFFOLK +
+ To me.
+
+ +REIGNIER +
+ Suffolk, what remedy?
+I am a soldier, and unapt to weep,
+Or to exclaim on fortune's fickleness.
+
+ +SU FFOLK +
+Yes, there is remedy enough, my lord:
+Consent, and for thy honour give consent,
+Thy daughter shall be wedded to my king;
+Whom I with pain have woo'd and won thereto;
+And this her easy-held imprisonment
+Hath gained thy daughter princely liberty.
+
+ +REIGNIER +
+Speaks Suffolk as he thinks?
+
+ +SUFFOLK +
+Fair Margaret knows
+That Suffolk doth not flatter, face, or feign.
+
+ +REIGNIER +
+Upon thy princely warrant, I descend
+To give thee answer of thy just demand.
+

Exit from the walls

+
+ +SUFFOLK +
+And here I will expect thy coming.
+

Trumpets sound. Enter REIGNIER, below

+
+ +REIGNIER +
+Welcome, brave earl, into our territories:
+Command in Anjou what your honour pleases.
+
+ +SUFFOLK +
+Thanks, Reignier, happy for so sweet a child,
+Fit to be made companion with a king:
+What answer makes your grace unto my suit?
+
+ +REIGNIER +
+Since thou dost deign to woo her little worth
+To be the princely bride of such a lord;
+Upon condition I may quietly
+Enjoy mine own, the country Maine and Anjou,
+Free from oppression or the stroke of war,
+My daughter shall be Henry's, if he please.
+
+ +SUFFOLK +
+That is her ransom; I deliver her;
+And those two counties I will undertake
+Your grace shall well and quietly enjoy.
+
+ +REIGNIER +
+And I again, in Henry's royal name,
+As deputy unto that gracious king,
+Give thee her hand, for sign of plighted faith.
+
+ +SUFFOLK +
+Reignier of France, I give thee kingly thanks,
+Because this is in traffic of a king.
+

Aside

+And yet, methinks, I could be well content
+To be mine own attorney in this case.
+I'll over then to England with this news,
+And make this marriage to be solemnized.
+So farewell, Reignier: set this diamond safe
+In golden palaces, as it becomes.
+
+ +REIGNIER +
+I do embrace thee, as I would embrace
+The Christian prince, King Henry, were he here.
+
+ +MARGARET +
+Farewell, my lord: good wishes, praise and prayers
+Shall Suffolk ever have of Margaret.
+

Going

+
+ +SUFFOLK +
+Farewell, sweet madam: but hark you, Margaret;
+No princely commendations to my king?
+
+ +MARGARET +
+Such commendations as becomes a maid,
+A virgin and his servant, say to him.
+
+ +SUFFOLK +
+Words sweetly placed and modestly directed.
+But madam, I must trouble you again;
+No loving token to his majesty?
+
+ +MARGARET +
+Yes, my good lord, a pure unspotted heart,
+Never yet taint with love, I send the king.
+
+ +SUFFOLK +
+And this withal.
+

Kisses her

+
+ +MARGARET +
+That for thyself: I will not so presume
+To send such peevish tokens to a king.
+

Exeunt REIGNIER and MARGARET

+
+ +SUFFOLK +
+O, wert thou for myself! But, Suffolk, stay;
+Thou mayst not wander in that labyrinth;
+There Minotaurs and ugly treasons lurk.
+Solicit Henry with her wondrous praise:
+Bethink thee on her virtues that surmount,
+And natural graces that extinguish art;
+Repeat their semblance often on the seas,
+That, when thou comest to kneel at Henry's feet,
+Thou mayst bereave him of his wits with wonder.
+

Exit

+
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SCENE IV. Camp of the YORK in Anjou.

+ +

+Enter YORK, WARWICK, and others +
+ +YORK +
+Bring forth that sorceress condemn'd to burn.
+

Enter JOAN LA PUCELLE, guarded, and a Shepherd

+
+ +Shepherd +
+Ah, Joan, this kills thy father's heart outright!
+Have I sought every country far and near,
+And, now it is my chance to find thee out,
+Must I behold thy timeless cruel death?
+Ah, Joan, sweet daughter Joan, I'll die with thee!
+
+ +JOAN LA PUCELLE +
+Decrepit miser! base ignoble wretch!
+I am descended of a gentler blood:
+Thou art no father nor no friend of mine.
+
+ +Shepherd +
+Out, out! My lords, an please you, 'tis not so;
+I did beget her, all the parish knows:
+Her mother liveth yet, can testify
+She was the first fruit of my bachelorship.
+
+ +WARWICK +
+Graceless! wilt thou deny thy parentage?
+
+ +YORK +
+This argues what her kind of life hath been,
+Wicked and vile; and so her death concludes.
+
+ +Shepherd +
+Fie, Joan, that thou wilt be so obstacle!
+God knows thou art a collop of my flesh;
+And for thy sake have I shed many a tear:
+Deny me not, I prithee, gentle Joan.
+
+ +JOAN LA PUCELLE +
+Peasant, avaunt! You have suborn'd this man,
+Of purpose to obscure my noble birth.
+
+ +Shepherd +
+'Tis true, I gave a noble to the priest
+The morn that I was wedded to her mother.
+Kneel down and take my blessing, good my girl.
+Wilt thou not stoop? Now cursed be the time
+Of thy nativity! I would the milk
+Thy mother gave thee when thou suck'dst her breast,
+Had been a little ratsbane for thy sake!
+Or else, when thou didst keep my lambs a-field,
+I wish some ravenous wolf had eaten thee!
+Dost thou deny thy father, cursed drab?
+O, burn her, burn her! hanging is too good.
+

Exit

+
+ +YORK +
+Take her away; for she hath lived too long,
+To fill the world with vicious qualities.
+
+ +JOAN LA PUCELLE +
+First, let me tell you whom you have condemn'd:
+Not me begotten of a shepherd swain,
+But issued from the progeny of kings;
+Virtuous and holy; chosen from above,
+By inspiration of celestial grace,
+To work exceeding miracles on earth.
+I never had to do with wicked spirits:
+But you, that are polluted with your lusts,
+Stain'd with the guiltless blood of innocents,
+Corrupt and tainted with a thousand vices,
+Because you want the grace that others have,
+You judge it straight a thing impossible
+To compass wonders but by help of devils.
+No, misconceived! Joan of Arc hath been
+A virgin from her tender infancy,
+Chaste and immaculate in very thought;
+Whose maiden blood, thus rigorously effused,
+Will cry for vengeance at the gates of heaven.
+
+ +YORK +
+Ay, ay: away with her to execution!
+
+ +WARWICK +
+And hark ye, sirs; because she is a maid,
+Spare for no faggots, let there be enow:
+Place barrels of pitch upon the fatal stake,
+That so her torture may be shortened.
+
+ +JOAN LA PUCELLE +
+Will nothing turn your unrelenting hearts?
+Then, Joan, discover thine infirmity,
+That warranteth by law to be thy privilege.
+I am with child, ye bloody homicides:
+Murder not then the fruit within my womb,
+Although ye hale me to a violent death.
+
+ +YORK +
+Now heaven forfend! the holy maid with child!
+
+ +WARWICK +
+The greatest miracle that e'er ye wrought:
+Is all your strict preciseness come to this?
+
+ +YORK +
+She and the Dauphin have been juggling:
+I did imagine what would be her refuge.
+
+ +WARWICK +
+Well, go to; we'll have no bastards live;
+Especially since Charles must father it.
+
+ +JOAN LA PUCELLE +
+You are deceived; my child is none of his:
+It was Alencon that enjoy'd my love.
+
+ +YORK +
+Alencon! that notorious Machiavel!
+It dies, an if it had a thousand lives.
+
+ +JOAN LA PUCELLE +
+O, give me leave, I have deluded you:
+'Twas neither Charles nor yet the duke I named,
+But Reignier, king of Naples, that prevail'd.
+
+ +WARWICK +
+A married man! that's most intolerable.
+
+ +YORK +
+Why, here's a girl! I think she knows not well,
+There were so many, whom she may accuse.
+
+ +WARWICK +
+It's sign she hath been liberal and free.
+
+ +YORK +
+And yet, forsooth, she is a virgin pure.
+Strumpet, thy words condemn thy brat and thee:
+Use no entreaty, for it is in vain.
+
+ +JOAN LA PUCELLE +
+Then lead me hence; with whom I leave my curse:
+May never glorious sun reflex his beams
+Upon the country where you make abode;
+But darkness and the gloomy shade of death
+Environ you, till mischief and despair
+Drive you to break your necks or hang yourselves!
+

Exit, guarded

+
+ +YORK +
+Break thou in pieces and consume to ashes,
+Thou foul accursed minister of hell!
+

Enter CARDINAL OF WINCHESTER, attended

+CARDINAL
+
+ +OF WINCHESTER +
+Lord regent, I do greet your excellence
+With letters of commission from the king.
+For know, my lords, the states of Christendom,
+Moved with remorse of these outrageous broils,
+Have earnestly implored a general peace
+Betwixt our nation and the aspiring French;
+And here at hand the Dauphin and his train
+Approacheth, to confer about some matter.
+
+ +YORK +
+ Is all our travail turn'd to this effect?
+After the slaughter of so many peers,
+So many captains, gentlemen and soldiers,
+That in this quarrel have been overthrown
+And sold their bodies for their country's benefit,
+Shall we at last conclude effeminate peace?
+Have we not lost most part of all the towns,
+By treason, falsehood and by treachery,
+Our great progenitors had conquered?
+O Warwick, Warwick! I foresee with grief
+The utter loss of all the realm of France.
+
+ +WARWICK +
+Be patient, York: if we conclude a peace,
+It shall be with such strict and severe covenants
+As little shall the Frenchmen gain thereby.
+

Enter CHARLES, ALENCON, BASTARD OF ORLEANS, REIGNIER, and others

+
+ +CHARLES +
+Since, lords of England, it is thus agreed
+That peaceful truce shall be proclaim'd in France,
+We come to be informed by yourselves
+What the conditions of that league must be.
+
+ +YORK +
+Speak, Winchester; for boiling choler chokes
+The hollow passage of my poison'd voice,
+By sight of these our baleful enemies.
+CARDINAL
+
+ +OF WINCHESTER +
+Charles, and the rest, it is enacted thus:
+That, in regard King Henry gives consent,
+Of mere compassion and of lenity,
+To ease your country of distressful war,
+And suffer you to breathe in fruitful peace,
+You shall become true liegemen to his crown:
+And Charles, upon condition thou wilt swear
+To pay him tribute, submit thyself,
+Thou shalt be placed as viceroy under him,
+And still enjoy thy regal dignity.
+
+ +ALENCON +
+Must he be then as shadow of himself?
+Adorn his temples with a coronet,
+And yet, in substance and authority,
+Retain but privilege of a private man?
+This proffer is absurd and reasonless.
+
+ +CHARLES +
+'Tis known already that I am possess'd
+With more than half the Gallian territories,
+And therein reverenced for their lawful king:
+Shall I, for lucre of the rest unvanquish'd,
+Detract so much from that prerogative,
+As to be call'd but viceroy of the whole?
+No, lord ambassador, I'll rather keep
+That which I have than, coveting for more,
+Be cast from possibility of all.
+
+ +YORK +
+Insulting Charles! hast thou by secret means
+Used intercession to obtain a league,
+And, now the matter grows to compromise,
+Stand'st thou aloof upon comparison?
+Either accept the title thou usurp'st,
+Of benefit proceeding from our king
+And not of any challenge of desert,
+Or we will plague thee with incessant wars.
+
+ +REIGNIER +
+My lord, you do not well in obstinacy
+To cavil in the course of this contract:
+If once it be neglected, ten to one
+We shall not find like opportunity.
+
+ +ALENCON +
+To say the truth, it is your policy
+To save your subjects from such massacre
+And ruthless slaughters as are daily seen
+By our proceeding in hostility;
+And therefore take this compact of a truce,
+Although you break it when your pleasure serves.
+
+ +WARWICK +
+How say'st thou, Charles? shall our condition stand?
+
+ +CHARLES +
+It shall;
+Only reserved, you claim no interest
+In any of our towns of garrison.
+
+ +YORK +
+Then swear allegiance to his majesty,
+As thou art knight, never to disobey
+Nor be rebellious to the crown of England,
+Thou, nor thy nobles, to the crown of England.
+So, now dismiss your army when ye please:
+Hang up your ensign, let your drums be still,
+For here we entertain a solemn peace.
+

Exeunt

+
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SCENE V. London. The palace.

+ +

+Enter SUFFOLK in conference with KING HENRY VI, GLOUCESTER and EXETER +
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+Your wondrous rare description, noble earl,
+Of beauteous Margaret hath astonish'd me:
+Her virtues graced with external gifts
+Do breed love's settled passions in my heart:
+And like as rigor of tempestuous gusts
+Provokes the mightiest hulk against the tide,
+So am I driven by breath of her renown
+Either to suffer shipwreck or arrive
+Where I may have fruition of her love.
+
+ +SUFFOLK +
+Tush, my good lord, this superficial tale
+Is but a preface of her worthy praise;
+The chief perfections of that lovely dame
+Had I sufficient skill to utter them,
+Would make a volume of enticing lines,
+Able to ravish any dull conceit:
+And, which is more, she is not so divine,
+So full-replete with choice of all delights,
+But with as humble lowliness of mind
+She is content to be at your command;
+Command, I mean, of virtuous chaste intents,
+To love and honour Henry as her lord.
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+And otherwise will Henry ne'er presume.
+Therefore, my lord protector, give consent
+That Margaret may be England's royal queen.
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+So should I give consent to flatter sin.
+You know, my lord, your highness is betroth'd
+Unto another lady of esteem:
+How shall we then dispense with that contract,
+And not deface your honour with reproach?
+
+ +SUFFOLK +
+As doth a ruler with unlawful oaths;
+Or one that, at a triumph having vow'd
+To try his strength, forsaketh yet the lists
+By reason of his adversary's odds:
+A poor earl's daughter is unequal odds,
+And therefore may be broke without offence.
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+Why, what, I pray, is Margaret more than that?
+Her father is no better than an earl,
+Although in glorious titles he excel.
+
+ +SUFFOLK +
+Yes, lord, her father is a king,
+The King of Naples and Jerusalem;
+And of such great authority in France
+As his alliance will confirm our peace
+And keep the Frenchmen in allegiance.
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+And so the Earl of Armagnac may do,
+Because he is near kinsman unto Charles.
+
+ +EXETER +
+Beside, his wealth doth warrant a liberal dower,
+Where Reignier sooner will receive than give.
+
+ +SUFFOLK +
+A dower, my lords! disgrace not so your king,
+That he should be so abject, base and poor,
+To choose for wealth and not for perfect love.
+Henry is able to enrich his queen
+And not seek a queen to make him rich:
+So worthless peasants bargain for their wives,
+As market-men for oxen, sheep, or horse.
+Marriage is a matter of more worth
+Than to be dealt in by attorneyship;
+Not whom we will, but whom his grace affects,
+Must be companion of his nuptial bed:
+And therefore, lords, since he affects her most,
+It most of all these reasons bindeth us,
+In our opinions she should be preferr'd.
+For what is wedlock forced but a hell,
+An age of discord and continual strife?
+Whereas the contrary bringeth bliss,
+And is a pattern of celestial peace.
+Whom should we match with Henry, being a king,
+But Margaret, that is daughter to a king?
+Her peerless feature, joined with her birth,
+Approves her fit for none but for a king:
+Her valiant courage and undaunted spirit,
+More than in women commonly is seen,
+Will answer our hope in issue of a king;
+For Henry, son unto a conqueror,
+Is likely to beget more conquerors,
+If with a lady of so high resolve
+As is fair Margaret he be link'd in love.
+Then yield, my lords; and here conclude with me
+That Margaret shall be queen, and none but she.
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+Whether it be through force of your report,
+My noble Lord of Suffolk, or for that
+My tender youth was never yet attaint
+With any passion of inflaming love,
+I cannot tell; but this I am assured,
+I feel such sharp dissension in my breast,
+Such fierce alarums both of hope and fear,
+As I am sick with working of my thoughts.
+Take, therefore, shipping; post, my lord, to France;
+Agree to any covenants, and procure
+That Lady Margaret do vouchsafe to come
+To cross the seas to England and be crown'd
+King Henry's faithful and anointed queen:
+For your expenses and sufficient charge,
+Among the people gather up a tenth.
+Be gone, I say; for, till you do return,
+I rest perplexed with a thousand cares.
+And you, good uncle, banish all offence:
+If you do censure me by what you were,
+Not what you are, I know it will excuse
+This sudden execution of my will.
+And so, conduct me where, from company,
+I may revolve and ruminate my grief.
+

Exit

+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+Ay, grief, I fear me, both at first and last.
+

Exeunt GLOUCESTER and EXETER

+
+ +SUFFOLK +
+Thus Suffolk hath prevail'd; and thus he goes,
+As did the youthful Paris once to Greece,
+With hope to find the like event in love,
+But prosper better than the Trojan did.
+Margaret shall now be queen, and rule the king;
+But I will rule both her, the king and realm.
+

Exit

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The First part of King Henry the Sixth +
+ Shakespeare homepage + | Henry VI, part 1 +
+ +

Entire play in one page

+ +

+Act 1, Scene 1: Westminster Abbey.
+Act 1, Scene 2: France. Before Orleans.
+Act 1, Scene 3: London. Before the Tower.
+Act 1, Scene 4: Orleans.
+Act 1, Scene 5: The same.
+Act 1, Scene 6: The same.
+

+Act 2, Scene 1: Before Orleans.
+Act 2, Scene 2: Orleans. Within the town.
+Act 2, Scene 3: Auvergne. The COUNTESS's castle.
+Act 2, Scene 4: London. The Temple-garden.
+Act 2, Scene 5: The Tower of London.
+

+Act 3, Scene 1: London. The Parliament-house.
+Act 3, Scene 2: France. Before Rouen.
+Act 3, Scene 3: The plains near Rouen.
+Act 3, Scene 4: Paris. The palace.
+

+Act 4, Scene 1: Paris. A hall of state.
+Act 4, Scene 2: Before Bourdeaux.
+Act 4, Scene 3: Plains in Gascony.
+Act 4, Scene 4: Other plains in Gascony.
+Act 4, Scene 5: The English camp near Bourdeaux.
+Act 4, Scene 6: A field of battle.
+Act 4, Scene 7: Another part of the field.
+

+Act 5, Scene 1: London. The palace.
+Act 5, Scene 2: France. Plains in Anjou.
+Act 5, Scene 3: Before Angiers.
+Act 5, Scene 4: Camp of the YORK in Anjou.
+Act 5, Scene 5: London. The palace.
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The First part of King Henry the Sixth +
+ Shakespeare homepage + | Henry VI, part 1 + | Entire play +
+ +

ACT I

+

SCENE I. Westminster Abbey.

+

+Dead March. Enter the Funeral of KING HENRY the Fifth, attended on by Dukes of BEDFORD, Regent of France; GLOUCESTER, Protector; and EXETER, Earl of WARWICK, the BISHOP OF WINCHESTER, Heralds, & c +
+ +BEDFORD +
+Hung be the heavens with black, yield day to night!
+Comets, importing change of times and states,
+Brandish your crystal tresses in the sky,
+And with them scourge the bad revolting stars
+That have consented unto Henry's death!
+King Henry the Fifth, too famous to live long!
+England ne'er lost a king of so much worth.
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+England ne'er had a king until his time.
+Virtue he had, deserving to command:
+His brandish'd sword did blind men with his beams:
+His arms spread wider than a dragon's wings;
+His sparking eyes, replete with wrathful fire,
+More dazzled and drove back his enemies
+Than mid-day sun fierce bent against their faces.
+What should I say? his deeds exceed all speech:
+He ne'er lift up his hand but conquered.
+
+ +EXETER +
+We mourn in black: why mourn we not in blood?
+Henry is dead and never shall revive:
+Upon a wooden coffin we attend,
+And death's dishonourable victory
+We with our stately presence glorify,
+Like captives bound to a triumphant car.
+What! shall we curse the planets of mishap
+That plotted thus our glory's overthrow?
+Or shall we think the subtle-witted French
+Conjurers and sorcerers, that afraid of him
+By magic verses have contrived his end?
+BISHOP
+
+ +OF WINCHESTER +
+He was a king bless'd of the King of kings.
+Unto the French the dreadful judgement-day
+So dreadful will not be as was his sight.
+The battles of the Lord of hosts he fought:
+The church's prayers made him so prosperous.
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+The church! where is it? Had not churchmen pray'd,
+His thread of life had not so soon decay'd:
+None do you like but an effeminate prince,
+Whom, like a school-boy, you may over-awe.
+BISHOP
+
+ +OF WINCHESTER +
+Gloucester, whate'er we like, thou art protector
+And lookest to command the prince and realm.
+Thy wife is proud; she holdeth thee in awe,
+More than God or religious churchmen may.
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+Name not religion, for thou lovest the flesh,
+And ne'er throughout the year to church thou go'st
+Except it be to pray against thy foes.
+
+ +BEDFORD +
+Cease, cease these jars and rest your minds in peace:
+Let's to the altar: heralds, wait on us:
+Instead of gold, we'll offer up our arms:
+Since arms avail not now that Henry's dead.
+Posterity, await for wretched years,
+When at their mothers' moist eyes babes shall suck,
+Our isle be made a nourish of salt tears,
+And none but women left to wail the dead.
+Henry the Fifth, thy ghost I invocate:
+Prosper this realm, keep it from civil broils,
+Combat with adverse planets in the heavens!
+A far more glorious star thy soul will make
+Than Julius Caesar or bright--
+

Enter a Messenger

+
+ +Messenger +
+My honourable lords, health to you all!
+Sad tidings bring I to you out of France,
+Of loss, of slaughter and discomfiture:
+Guienne, Champagne, Rheims, Orleans,
+Paris, Guysors, Poictiers, are all quite lost.
+
+ +BEDFORD +
+What say'st thou, man, before dead Henry's corse?
+Speak softly, or the loss of those great towns
+Will make him burst his lead and rise from death.
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+Is Paris lost? is Rouen yielded up?
+If Henry were recall'd to life again,
+These news would cause him once more yield the ghost.
+
+ +EXETER +
+How were they lost? what treachery was used?
+
+ +Messenger +
+No treachery; but want of men and money.
+Amongst the soldiers this is muttered,
+That here you maintain several factions,
+And whilst a field should be dispatch'd and fought,
+You are disputing of your generals:
+One would have lingering wars with little cost;
+Another would fly swift, but wanteth wings;
+A third thinks, without expense at all,
+By guileful fair words peace may be obtain'd.
+Awake, awake, English nobility!
+Let not sloth dim your horrors new-begot:
+Cropp'd are the flower-de-luces in your arms;
+Of England's coat one half is cut away.
+
+ +EXETER +
+Were our tears wanting to this funeral,
+These tidings would call forth their flowing tides.
+
+ +BEDFORD +
+Me they concern; Regent I am of France.
+Give me my steeled coat. I'll fight for France.
+Away with these disgraceful wailing robes!
+Wounds will I lend the French instead of eyes,
+To weep their intermissive miseries.
+

Enter to them another Messenger

+
+ +Messenger +
+Lords, view these letters full of bad mischance.
+France is revolted from the English quite,
+Except some petty towns of no import:
+The Dauphin Charles is crowned king of Rheims;
+The Bastard of Orleans with him is join'd;
+Reignier, Duke of Anjou, doth take his part;
+The Duke of Alencon flieth to his side.
+
+ +EXETER +
+The Dauphin crowned king! all fly to him!
+O, whither shall we fly from this reproach?
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+We will not fly, but to our enemies' throats.
+Bedford, if thou be slack, I'll fight it out.
+
+ +BEDFORD +
+Gloucester, why doubt'st thou of my forwardness?
+An army have I muster'd in my thoughts,
+Wherewith already France is overrun.
+

Enter another Messenger

+
+ +Messenger +
+My gracious lords, to add to your laments,
+Wherewith you now bedew King Henry's hearse,
+I must inform you of a dismal fight
+Betwixt the stout Lord Talbot and the French.
+BISHOP
+
+ +OF WINCHESTER +
+What! wherein Talbot overcame? is't so?
+
+ +Messenger +
+O, no; wherein Lord Talbot was o'erthrown:
+The circumstance I'll tell you more at large.
+The tenth of August last this dreadful lord,
+Retiring from the siege of Orleans,
+Having full scarce six thousand in his troop.
+By three and twenty thousand of the French
+Was round encompassed and set upon.
+No leisure had he to enrank his men;
+He wanted pikes to set before his archers;
+Instead whereof sharp stakes pluck'd out of hedges
+They pitched in the ground confusedly,
+To keep the horsemen off from breaking in.
+More than three hours the fight continued;
+Where valiant Talbot above human thought
+Enacted wonders with his sword and lance:
+Hundreds he sent to hell, and none durst stand him;
+Here, there, and every where, enraged he flew:
+The French exclaim'd, the devil was in arms;
+All the whole army stood agazed on him:
+His soldiers spying his undaunted spirit
+A Talbot! a Talbot! cried out amain
+And rush'd into the bowels of the battle.
+Here had the conquest fully been seal'd up,
+If Sir John Fastolfe had not play'd the coward:
+He, being in the vaward, placed behind
+With purpose to relieve and follow them,
+Cowardly fled, not having struck one stroke.
+Hence grew the general wreck and massacre;
+Enclosed were they with their enemies:
+A base Walloon, to win the Dauphin's grace,
+Thrust Talbot with a spear into the back,
+Whom all France with their chief assembled strength
+Durst not presume to look once in the face.
+
+ +BEDFORD +
+Is Talbot slain? then I will slay myself,
+For living idly here in pomp and ease,
+Whilst such a worthy leader, wanting aid,
+Unto his dastard foemen is betray'd.
+
+ +Messenger +
+O no, he lives; but is took prisoner,
+And Lord Scales with him and Lord Hungerford:
+Most of the rest slaughter'd or took likewise.
+
+ +BEDFORD +
+His ransom there is none but I shall pay:
+I'll hale the Dauphin headlong from his throne:
+His crown shall be the ransom of my friend;
+Four of their lords I'll change for one of ours.
+Farewell, my masters; to my task will I;
+Bonfires in France forthwith I am to make,
+To keep our great Saint George's feast withal:
+Ten thousand soldiers with me I will take,
+Whose bloody deeds shall make all Europe quake.
+
+ +Messenger +
+So you had need; for Orleans is besieged;
+The English army is grown weak and faint:
+The Earl of Salisbury craveth supply,
+And hardly keeps his men from mutiny,
+Since they, so few, watch such a multitude.
+
+ +EXETER +
+Remember, lords, your oaths to Henry sworn,
+Either to quell the Dauphin utterly,
+Or bring him in obedience to your yoke.
+
+ +BEDFORD +
+I do remember it; and here take my leave,
+To go about my preparation.
+

Exit

+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+I'll to the Tower with all the haste I can,
+To view the artillery and munition;
+And then I will proclaim young Henry king.
+

Exit

+
+ +EXETER +
+To Eltham will I, where the young king is,
+Being ordain'd his special governor,
+And for his safety there I'll best devise.
+

Exit

+BISHOP
+
+ +OF WINCHESTER +
+Each hath his place and function to attend:
+I am left out; for me nothing remains.
+But long I will not be Jack out of office:
+The king from Eltham I intend to steal
+And sit at chiefest stern of public weal.
+

Exeunt

+
+

SCENE II. France. Before Orleans.

+

+Sound a flourish. Enter CHARLES, ALENCON, and REIGNIER, marching with drum and Soldiers +
+ +CHARLES +
+Mars his true moving, even as in the heavens
+So in the earth, to this day is not known:
+Late did he shine upon the English side;
+Now we are victors; upon us he smiles.
+What towns of any moment but we have?
+At pleasure here we lie near Orleans;
+Otherwhiles the famish'd English, like pale ghosts,
+Faintly besiege us one hour in a month.
+
+ +ALENCON +
+They want their porridge and their fat bull-beeves:
+Either they must be dieted like mules
+And have their provender tied to their mouths
+Or piteous they will look, like drowned mice.
+
+ +REIGNIER +
+Let's raise the siege: why live we idly here?
+Talbot is taken, whom we wont to fear:
+Remaineth none but mad-brain'd Salisbury;
+And he may well in fretting spend his gall,
+Nor men nor money hath he to make war.
+
+ +CHARLES +
+Sound, sound alarum! we will rush on them.
+Now for the honour of the forlorn French!
+Him I forgive my death that killeth me
+When he sees me go back one foot or fly.
+

Exeunt

+

Here alarum; they are beaten back by the English with great loss. Re-enter CHARLES, ALENCON, and REIGNIER

+
+ +CHARLES +
+Who ever saw the like? what men have I!
+Dogs! cowards! dastards! I would ne'er have fled,
+But that they left me 'midst my enemies.
+
+ +REIGNIER +
+Salisbury is a desperate homicide;
+He fighteth as one weary of his life.
+The other lords, like lions wanting food,
+Do rush upon us as their hungry prey.
+
+ +ALENCON +
+Froissart, a countryman of ours, records,
+England all Olivers and Rowlands bred,
+During the time Edward the Third did reign.
+More truly now may this be verified;
+For none but Samsons and Goliases
+It sendeth forth to skirmish. One to ten!
+Lean, raw-boned rascals! who would e'er suppose
+They had such courage and audacity?
+
+ +CHARLES +
+Let's leave this town; for they are hare-brain'd slaves,
+And hunger will enforce them to be more eager:
+Of old I know them; rather with their teeth
+The walls they'll tear down than forsake the siege.
+
+ +REIGNIER +
+I think, by some odd gimmors or device
+Their arms are set like clocks, stiff to strike on;
+Else ne'er could they hold out so as they do.
+By my consent, we'll even let them alone.
+
+ +ALENCON +
+Be it so.
+

Enter the BASTARD OF ORLEANS

+
+ +BASTARD OF ORLEANS +
+Where's the Prince Dauphin? I have news for him.
+
+ +CHARLES +
+Bastard of Orleans, thrice welcome to us.
+
+ +BASTARD OF ORLEANS +
+Methinks your looks are sad, your cheer appall'd:
+Hath the late overthrow wrought this offence?
+Be not dismay'd, for succor is at hand:
+A holy maid hither with me I bring,
+Which by a vision sent to her from heaven
+Ordained is to raise this tedious siege
+And drive the English forth the bounds of France.
+The spirit of deep prophecy she hath,
+Exceeding the nine sibyls of old Rome:
+What's past and what's to come she can descry.
+Speak, shall I call her in? Believe my words,
+For they are certain and unfallible.
+
+ +CHARLES +
+Go, call her in.
+

Exit BASTARD OF ORLEANS

+But first, to try her skill,
+Reignier, stand thou as Dauphin in my place:
+Question her proudly; let thy looks be stern:
+By this means shall we sound what skill she hath.
+

Re-enter the BASTARD OF ORLEANS, with JOAN LA PUCELLE

+
+ +REIGNIER +
+Fair maid, is't thou wilt do these wondrous feats?
+
+ +JOAN LA PUCELLE +
+Reignier, is't thou that thinkest to beguile me?
+Where is the Dauphin? Come, come from behind;
+I know thee well, though never seen before.
+Be not amazed, there's nothing hid from me:
+In private will I talk with thee apart.
+Stand back, you lords, and give us leave awhile.
+
+ +REIGNIER +
+She takes upon her bravely at first dash.
+
+ +JOAN LA PUCELLE +
+Dauphin, I am by birth a shepherd's daughter,
+My wit untrain'd in any kind of art.
+Heaven and our Lady gracious hath it pleased
+To shine on my contemptible estate:
+Lo, whilst I waited on my tender lambs,
+And to sun's parching heat display'd my cheeks,
+God's mother deigned to appear to me
+And in a vision full of majesty
+Will'd me to leave my base vocation
+And free my country from calamity:
+Her aid she promised and assured success:
+In complete glory she reveal'd herself;
+And, whereas I was black and swart before,
+With those clear rays which she infused on me
+That beauty am I bless'd with which you see.
+Ask me what question thou canst possible,
+And I will answer unpremeditated:
+My courage try by combat, if thou darest,
+And thou shalt find that I exceed my sex.
+Resolve on this, thou shalt be fortunate,
+If thou receive me for thy warlike mate.
+
+ +CHARLES +
+Thou hast astonish'd me with thy high terms:
+Only this proof I'll of thy valour make,
+In single combat thou shalt buckle with me,
+And if thou vanquishest, thy words are true;
+Otherwise I renounce all confidence.
+
+ +JOAN LA PUCELLE +
+I am prepared: here is my keen-edged sword,
+Deck'd with five flower-de-luces on each side;
+The which at Touraine, in Saint Katharine's
+churchyard,
+Out of a great deal of old iron I chose forth.
+
+ +CHARLES +
+Then come, o' God's name; I fear no woman.
+
+ +JOAN LA PUCELLE +
+And while I live, I'll ne'er fly from a man.
+

Here they fight, and JOAN LA PUCELLE overcomes

+
+ +CHARLES +
+Stay, stay thy hands! thou art an Amazon
+And fightest with the sword of Deborah.
+
+ +JOAN LA PUCELLE +
+Christ's mother helps me, else I were too weak.
+
+ +CHARLES +
+Whoe'er helps thee, 'tis thou that must help me:
+Impatiently I burn with thy desire;
+My heart and hands thou hast at once subdued.
+Excellent Pucelle, if thy name be so,
+Let me thy servant and not sovereign be:
+'Tis the French Dauphin sueth to thee thus.
+
+ +JOAN LA PUCELLE +
+I must not yield to any rites of love,
+For my profession's sacred from above:
+When I have chased all thy foes from hence,
+Then will I think upon a recompense.
+
+ +CHARLES +
+Meantime look gracious on thy prostrate thrall.
+
+ +REIGNIER +
+My lord, methinks, is very long in talk.
+
+ +ALENCON +
+Doubtless he shrives this woman to her smock;
+Else ne'er could he so long protract his speech.
+
+ +REIGNIER +
+Shall we disturb him, since he keeps no mean?
+
+ +ALENCON +
+He may mean more than we poor men do know:
+These women are shrewd tempters with their tongues.
+
+ +REIGNIER +
+My lord, where are you? what devise you on?
+Shall we give over Orleans, or no?
+
+ +JOAN LA PUCELLE +
+Why, no, I say, distrustful recreants!
+Fight till the last gasp; I will be your guard.
+
+ +CHARLES +
+What she says I'll confirm: we'll fight it out.
+
+ +JOAN LA PUCELLE +
+Assign'd am I to be the English scourge.
+This night the siege assuredly I'll raise:
+Expect Saint Martin's summer, halcyon days,
+Since I have entered into these wars.
+Glory is like a circle in the water,
+Which never ceaseth to enlarge itself
+Till by broad spreading it disperse to nought.
+With Henry's death the English circle ends;
+Dispersed are the glories it included.
+Now am I like that proud insulting ship
+Which Caesar and his fortune bare at once.
+
+ +CHARLES +
+Was Mahomet inspired with a dove?
+Thou with an eagle art inspired then.
+Helen, the mother of great Constantine,
+Nor yet Saint Philip's daughters, were like thee.
+Bright star of Venus, fall'n down on the earth,
+How may I reverently worship thee enough?
+
+ +ALENCON +
+Leave off delays, and let us raise the siege.
+
+ +REIGNIER +
+Woman, do what thou canst to save our honours;
+Drive them from Orleans and be immortalized.
+
+ +CHARLES +
+Presently we'll try: come, let's away about it:
+No prophet will I trust, if she prove false.
+

Exeunt

+
+

SCENE III. London. Before the Tower.

+

+Enter GLOUCESTER, with his Serving-men in blue coats +
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+I am come to survey the Tower this day:
+Since Henry's death, I fear, there is conveyance.
+Where be these warders, that they wait not here?
+Open the gates; 'tis Gloucester that calls.
+
+ +First Warder +
+[Within] Who's there that knocks so imperiously?
+First Serving-Man It is the noble Duke of Gloucester.
+
+ +Second Warder +
+[Within] Whoe'er he be, you may not be let in.
+First Serving-Man Villains, answer you so the lord protector?
+
+ +First Warder +
+[Within] The Lord protect him! so we answer him:
+We do no otherwise than we are will'd.
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+Who willed you? or whose will stands but mine?
+There's none protector of the realm but I.
+Break up the gates, I'll be your warrantize.
+Shall I be flouted thus by dunghill grooms?
+

Gloucester's men rush at the Tower Gates, and WOODVILE the Lieutenant speaks within

+
+ +WOODVILE +
+What noise is this? what traitors have we here?
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+Lieutenant, is it you whose voice I hear?
+Open the gates; here's Gloucester that would enter.
+
+ +WOODVILE +
+Have patience, noble duke; I may not open;
+The Cardinal of Winchester forbids:
+From him I have express commandment
+That thou nor none of thine shall be let in.
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+Faint-hearted Woodvile, prizest him 'fore me?
+Arrogant Winchester, that haughty prelate,
+Whom Henry, our late sovereign, ne'er could brook?
+Thou art no friend to God or to the king:
+Open the gates, or I'll shut thee out shortly.
+Serving-Men Open the gates unto the lord protector,
+Or we'll burst them open, if that you come not quickly.
+

Enter to the Protector at the Tower Gates BISHOP OF WINCHESTER and his men in tawny coats

+BISHOP
+
+ +OF WINCHESTER +
+How now, ambitious Humphry! what means this?
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+Peel'd priest, dost thou command me to be shut out?
+BISHOP
+
+ +OF WINCHESTER +
+I do, thou most usurping proditor,
+And not protector, of the king or realm.
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+Stand back, thou manifest conspirator,
+Thou that contrivedst to murder our dead lord;
+Thou that givest whores indulgences to sin:
+I'll canvass thee in thy broad cardinal's hat,
+If thou proceed in this thy insolence.
+BISHOP
+
+ +OF WINCHESTER +
+Nay, stand thou back, I will not budge a foot:
+This be Damascus, be thou cursed Cain,
+To slay thy brother Abel, if thou wilt.
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+I will not slay thee, but I'll drive thee back:
+Thy scarlet robes as a child's bearing-cloth
+I'll use to carry thee out of this place.
+BISHOP
+
+ +OF WINCHESTER +
+Do what thou darest; I beard thee to thy face.
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+What! am I dared and bearded to my face?
+Draw, men, for all this privileged place;
+Blue coats to tawny coats. Priest, beware your beard,
+I mean to tug it and to cuff you soundly:
+Under my feet I stamp thy cardinal's hat:
+In spite of pope or dignities of church,
+Here by the cheeks I'll drag thee up and down.
+BISHOP
+
+ +OF WINCHESTER +
+Gloucester, thou wilt answer this before the pope.
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+Winchester goose, I cry, a rope! a rope!
+Now beat them hence; why do you let them stay?
+Thee I'll chase hence, thou wolf in sheep's array.
+Out, tawny coats! out, scarlet hypocrite!
+

Here GLOUCESTER's men beat out BISHOP OF WINCHESTER's men, and enter in the hurly- burly the Mayor of London and his Officers

+
+ +Mayor +
+Fie, lords! that you, being supreme magistrates,
+Thus contumeliously should break the peace!
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+Peace, mayor! thou know'st little of my wrongs:
+Here's Beaufort, that regards nor God nor king,
+Hath here distrain'd the Tower to his use.
+BISHOP
+
+ +OF WINCHESTER +
+Here's Gloucester, a foe to citizens,
+One that still motions war and never peace,
+O'ercharging your free purses with large fines,
+That seeks to overthrow religion,
+Because he is protector of the realm,
+And would have armour here out of the Tower,
+To crown himself king and suppress the prince.
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+I will not answer thee with words, but blows.
+

Here they skirmish again

+
+ +Mayor +
+Naught rests for me in this tumultuous strife
+But to make open proclamation:
+Come, officer; as loud as e'er thou canst,
+Cry.
+
+ +Officer +
+All manner of men assembled here in arms this day
+against God's peace and the king's, we charge and
+command you, in his highness' name, to repair to
+your several dwelling-places; and not to wear,
+handle, or use any sword, weapon, or dagger,
+henceforward, upon pain of death.
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+Cardinal, I'll be no breaker of the law:
+But we shall meet, and break our minds at large.
+BISHOP
+
+ +OF WINCHESTER +
+Gloucester, we will meet; to thy cost, be sure:
+Thy heart-blood I will have for this day's work.
+
+ +Mayor +
+I'll call for clubs, if you will not away.
+This cardinal's more haughty than the devil.
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+Mayor, farewell: thou dost but what thou mayst.
+BISHOP
+
+ +OF WINCHESTER +
+Abominable Gloucester, guard thy head;
+For I intend to have it ere long.
+

Exeunt, severally, GLOUCESTER and BISHOP OF WINCHESTER with their Serving-men

+
+ +Mayor +
+See the coast clear'd, and then we will depart.
+Good God, these nobles should such stomachs bear!
+I myself fight not once in forty year.
+

Exeunt

+
+

SCENE IV. Orleans.

+

+Enter, on the walls, a Master Gunner and his Boy +
+
+Master-Gunner Sirrah, thou know'st how Orleans is besieged,
+And how the English have the suburbs won.
+
+ +Boy +
+Father, I know; and oft have shot at them,
+Howe'er unfortunate I miss'd my aim.
+Master-Gunner But now thou shalt not. Be thou ruled by me:
+Chief master-gunner am I of this town;
+Something I must do to procure me grace.
+The prince's espials have informed me
+How the English, in the suburbs close intrench'd,
+Wont, through a secret grate of iron bars
+In yonder tower, to overpeer the city,
+And thence discover how with most advantage
+They may vex us with shot, or with assault.
+To intercept this inconvenience,
+A piece of ordnance 'gainst it I have placed;
+And even these three days have I watch'd,
+If I could see them.
+Now do thou watch, for I can stay no longer.
+If thou spy'st any, run and bring me word;
+And thou shalt find me at the governor's.
+

Exit

+
+ +Boy +
+Father, I warrant you; take you no care;
+I'll never trouble you, if I may spy them.
+

Exit

+

Enter, on the turrets, SALISBURY and TALBOT, GLANSDALE, GARGRAVE, and others

+
+ +SALISBURY +
+Talbot, my life, my joy, again return'd!
+How wert thou handled being prisoner?
+Or by what means got'st thou to be released?
+Discourse, I prithee, on this turret's top.
+
+ +TALBOT +
+The Duke of Bedford had a prisoner
+Call'd the brave Lord Ponton de Santrailles;
+For him was I exchanged and ransomed.
+But with a baser man of arms by far
+Once in contempt they would have barter'd me:
+Which I, disdaining, scorn'd; and craved death,
+Rather than I would be so vile esteem'd.
+In fine, redeem'd I was as I desired.
+But, O! the treacherous Fastolfe wounds my heart,
+Whom with my bare fists I would execute,
+If I now had him brought into my power.
+
+ +SALISBURY +
+Yet tell'st thou not how thou wert entertain'd.
+
+ +TALBOT +
+With scoffs and scorns and contumelious taunts.
+In open market-place produced they me,
+To be a public spectacle to all:
+Here, said they, is the terror of the French,
+The scarecrow that affrights our children so.
+Then broke I from the officers that led me,
+And with my nails digg'd stones out of the ground,
+To hurl at the beholders of my shame:
+My grisly countenance made others fly;
+None durst come near for fear of sudden death.
+In iron walls they deem'd me not secure;
+So great fear of my name 'mongst them was spread,
+That they supposed I could rend bars of steel,
+And spurn in pieces posts of adamant:
+Wherefore a guard of chosen shot I had,
+That walked about me every minute-while;
+And if I did but stir out of my bed,
+Ready they were to shoot me to the heart.
+

Enter the Boy with a linstock

+
+ +SALISBURY +
+I grieve to hear what torments you endured,
+But we will be revenged sufficiently
+Now it is supper-time in Orleans:
+Here, through this grate, I count each one
+and view the Frenchmen how they fortify:
+Let us look in; the sight will much delight thee.
+Sir Thomas Gargrave, and Sir William Glansdale,
+Let me have your express opinions
+Where is best place to make our battery next.
+
+ +GARGRAVE +
+I think, at the north gate; for there stand lords.
+
+ +GLANSDALE +
+And I, here, at the bulwark of the bridge.
+
+ +TALBOT +
+For aught I see, this city must be famish'd,
+Or with light skirmishes enfeebled.
+

Here they shoot. SALISBURY and GARGRAVE fall

+
+ +SALISBURY +
+O Lord, have mercy on us, wretched sinners!
+
+ +GARGRAVE +
+O Lord, have mercy on me, woful man!
+
+ +TALBOT +
+What chance is this that suddenly hath cross'd us?
+Speak, Salisbury; at least, if thou canst speak:
+How farest thou, mirror of all martial men?
+One of thy eyes and thy cheek's side struck off!
+Accursed tower! accursed fatal hand
+That hath contrived this woful tragedy!
+In thirteen battles Salisbury o'ercame;
+Henry the Fifth he first train'd to the wars;
+Whilst any trump did sound, or drum struck up,
+His sword did ne'er leave striking in the field.
+Yet livest thou, Salisbury? though thy speech doth fail,
+One eye thou hast, to look to heaven for grace:
+The sun with one eye vieweth all the world.
+Heaven, be thou gracious to none alive,
+If Salisbury wants mercy at thy hands!
+Bear hence his body; I will help to bury it.
+Sir Thomas Gargrave, hast thou any life?
+Speak unto Talbot; nay, look up to him.
+Salisbury, cheer thy spirit with this comfort;
+Thou shalt not die whiles--
+He beckons with his hand and smiles on me.
+As who should say 'When I am dead and gone,
+Remember to avenge me on the French.'
+Plantagenet, I will; and like thee, Nero,
+Play on the lute, beholding the towns burn:
+Wretched shall France be only in my name.
+

Here an alarum, and it thunders and lightens

+What stir is this? what tumult's in the heavens?
+Whence cometh this alarum and the noise?
+

Enter a Messenger

+
+ +Messenger +
+My lord, my lord, the French have gathered head:
+The Dauphin, with one Joan la Pucelle join'd,
+A holy prophetess new risen up,
+Is come with a great power to raise the siege.
+

Here SALISBURY lifteth himself up and groans

+
+ +TALBOT +
+Hear, hear how dying Salisbury doth groan!
+It irks his heart he cannot be revenged.
+Frenchmen, I'll be a Salisbury to you:
+Pucelle or puzzel, dolphin or dogfish,
+Your hearts I'll stamp out with my horse's heels,
+And make a quagmire of your mingled brains.
+Convey me Salisbury into his tent,
+And then we'll try what these dastard Frenchmen dare.
+

Alarum. Exeunt

+
+

SCENE V. The same.

+

+Here an alarum again: and TALBOT pursueth the DAUPHIN, and driveth him: then enter JOAN LA PUCELLE, driving Englishmen before her, and exit after them then re-enter TALBOT +
+ +TALBOT +
+Where is my strength, my valour, and my force?
+Our English troops retire, I cannot stay them:
+A woman clad in armour chaseth them.
+

Re-enter JOAN LA PUCELLE

+Here, here she comes. I'll have a bout with thee;
+Devil or devil's dam, I'll conjure thee:
+Blood will I draw on thee, thou art a witch,
+And straightway give thy soul to him thou servest.
+
+ +JOAN LA PUCELLE +
+Come, come, 'tis only I that must disgrace thee.
+

Here they fight

+
+ +TALBOT +
+Heavens, can you suffer hell so to prevail?
+My breast I'll burst with straining of my courage
+And from my shoulders crack my arms asunder.
+But I will chastise this high-minded strumpet.
+

They fight again

+
+ +JOAN LA PUCELLE +
+Talbot, farewell; thy hour is not yet come:
+I must go victual Orleans forthwith.
+

A short alarum; then enter the town with soldiers

+O'ertake me, if thou canst; I scorn thy strength.
+Go, go, cheer up thy hungry-starved men;
+Help Salisbury to make his testament:
+This day is ours, as many more shall be.
+

Exit

+
+ +TALBOT +
+My thoughts are whirled like a potter's wheel;
+I know not where I am, nor what I do;
+A witch, by fear, not force, like Hannibal,
+Drives back our troops and conquers as she lists:
+So bees with smoke and doves with noisome stench
+Are from their hives and houses driven away.
+They call'd us for our fierceness English dogs;
+Now, like to whelps, we crying run away.
+

A short alarum

+Hark, countrymen! either renew the fight,
+Or tear the lions out of England's coat;
+Renounce your soil, give sheep in lions' stead:
+Sheep run not half so treacherous from the wolf,
+Or horse or oxen from the leopard,
+As you fly from your oft-subdued slaves.
+

Alarum. Here another skirmish

+It will not be: retire into your trenches:
+You all consented unto Salisbury's death,
+For none would strike a stroke in his revenge.
+Pucelle is enter'd into Orleans,
+In spite of us or aught that we could do.
+O, would I were to die with Salisbury!
+The shame hereof will make me hide my head.
+

Exit TALBOT. Alarum; retreat; flourish

+
+

SCENE VI. The same.

+

+Enter, on the walls, JOAN LA PUCELLE, CHARLES, REIGNIER, ALENCON, and Soldiers +
+ +JOAN LA PUCELLE +
+Advance our waving colours on the walls;
+Rescued is Orleans from the English
+Thus Joan la Pucelle hath perform'd her word.
+
+ +CHARLES +
+Divinest creature, Astraea's daughter,
+How shall I honour thee for this success?
+Thy promises are like Adonis' gardens
+That one day bloom'd and fruitful were the next.
+France, triumph in thy glorious prophetess!
+Recover'd is the town of Orleans:
+More blessed hap did ne'er befall our state.
+
+ +REIGNIER +
+Why ring not out the bells aloud throughout the town?
+Dauphin, command the citizens make bonfires
+And feast and banquet in the open streets,
+To celebrate the joy that God hath given us.
+
+ +ALENCON +
+All France will be replete with mirth and joy,
+When they shall hear how we have play'd the men.
+
+ +CHARLES +
+'Tis Joan, not we, by whom the day is won;
+For which I will divide my crown with her,
+And all the priests and friars in my realm
+Shall in procession sing her endless praise.
+A statelier pyramis to her I'll rear
+Than Rhodope's or Memphis' ever was:
+In memory of her when she is dead,
+Her ashes, in an urn more precious
+Than the rich-jewel'd of Darius,
+Transported shall be at high festivals
+Before the kings and queens of France.
+No longer on Saint Denis will we cry,
+But Joan la Pucelle shall be France's saint.
+Come in, and let us banquet royally,
+After this golden day of victory.
+

Flourish. Exeunt

+

+

ACT II

+

SCENE I. Before Orleans.

+

+Enter a Sergeant of a band with two Sentinels +
+ +Sergeant +
+Sirs, take your places and be vigilant:
+If any noise or soldier you perceive
+Near to the walls, by some apparent sign
+Let us have knowledge at the court of guard.
+
+ +First Sentinel +
+Sergeant, you shall.
+

Exit Sergeant

+Thus are poor servitors,
+When others sleep upon their quiet beds,
+Constrain'd to watch in darkness, rain and cold.
+

Enter TALBOT, BEDFORD, BURGUNDY, and Forces, with scaling-ladders, their drums beating a dead march

+
+ +TALBOT +
+Lord Regent, and redoubted Burgundy,
+By whose approach the regions of Artois,
+Wallon and Picardy are friends to us,
+This happy night the Frenchmen are secure,
+Having all day caroused and banqueted:
+Embrace we then this opportunity
+As fitting best to quittance their deceit
+Contrived by art and baleful sorcery.
+
+ +BEDFORD +
+Coward of France! how much he wrongs his fame,
+Despairing of his own arm's fortitude,
+To join with witches and the help of hell!
+
+ +BURGUNDY +
+Traitors have never other company.
+But what's that Pucelle whom they term so pure?
+
+ +TALBOT +
+A maid, they say.
+
+ +BEDFORD +
+ A maid! and be so martial!
+
+ +BURGUNDY +
+Pray God she prove not masculine ere long,
+If underneath the standard of the French
+She carry armour as she hath begun.
+
+ +TALBOT +
+Well, let them practise and converse with spirits:
+God is our fortress, in whose conquering name
+Let us resolve to scale their flinty bulwarks.
+
+ +BEDFORD +
+Ascend, brave Talbot; we will follow thee.
+
+ +TALBOT +
+Not all together: better far, I guess,
+That we do make our entrance several ways;
+That, if it chance the one of us do fail,
+The other yet may rise against their force.
+
+ +BEDFORD +
+Agreed: I'll to yond corner.
+
+ +BURGUNDY +
+And I to this.
+
+ +TALBOT +
+And here will Talbot mount, or make his grave.
+Now, Salisbury, for thee, and for the right
+Of English Henry, shall this night appear
+How much in duty I am bound to both.
+
+ +Sentinels +
+Arm! arm! the enemy doth make assault!
+

Cry: 'St. George,' 'A Talbot.'

+

The French leap over the walls in their shirts. Enter, several ways, the BASTARD OF ORLEANS, ALENCON, and REIGNIER, half ready, and half unready

+
+ +ALENCON +
+How now, my lords! what, all unready so?
+
+ +BASTARD OF ORLEANS +
+Unready! ay, and glad we 'scaped so well.
+
+ +REIGNIER +
+'Twas time, I trow, to wake and leave our beds,
+Hearing alarums at our chamber-doors.
+
+ +ALENCON +
+Of all exploits since first I follow'd arms,
+Ne'er heard I of a warlike enterprise
+More venturous or desperate than this.
+
+ +BASTARD OF ORLEANS +
+I think this Talbot be a fiend of hell.
+
+ +REIGNIER +
+If not of hell, the heavens, sure, favour him.
+
+ +ALENCON +
+Here cometh Charles: I marvel how he sped.
+
+ +BASTARD OF ORLEANS +
+Tut, holy Joan was his defensive guard.
+

Enter CHARLES and JOAN LA PUCELLE

+
+ +CHARLES +
+Is this thy cunning, thou deceitful dame?
+Didst thou at first, to flatter us withal,
+Make us partakers of a little gain,
+That now our loss might be ten times so much?
+
+ +JOAN LA PUCELLE +
+Wherefore is Charles impatient with his friend!
+At all times will you have my power alike?
+Sleeping or waking must I still prevail,
+Or will you blame and lay the fault on me?
+Improvident soldiers! had your watch been good,
+This sudden mischief never could have fall'n.
+
+ +CHARLES +
+Duke of Alencon, this was your default,
+That, being captain of the watch to-night,
+Did look no better to that weighty charge.
+
+ +ALENCON +
+Had all your quarters been as safely kept
+As that whereof I had the government,
+We had not been thus shamefully surprised.
+
+ +BASTARD OF ORLEANS +
+Mine was secure.
+
+ +REIGNIER +
+ And so was mine, my lord.
+
+ +CHARLES +
+And, for myself, most part of all this night,
+Within her quarter and mine own precinct
+I was employ'd in passing to and fro,
+About relieving of the sentinels:
+Then how or which way should they first break in?
+
+ +JOAN LA PUCELLE +
+Question, my lords, no further of the case,
+How or which way: 'tis sure they found some place
+But weakly guarded, where the breach was made.
+And now there rests no other shift but this;
+To gather our soldiers, scatter'd and dispersed,
+And lay new platforms to endamage them.
+

Alarum. Enter an English Soldier, crying 'A Talbot! a Talbot!' They fly, leaving their clothes behind

+
+ +Soldier +
+I'll be so bold to take what they have left.
+The cry of Talbot serves me for a sword;
+For I have loaden me with many spoils,
+Using no other weapon but his name.
+

Exit

+
+

SCENE II. Orleans. Within the town.

+

+Enter TALBOT, BEDFORD, BURGUNDY, a Captain, and others +
+ +BEDFORD +
+The day begins to break, and night is fled,
+Whose pitchy mantle over-veil'd the earth.
+Here sound retreat, and cease our hot pursuit.
+

Retreat sounded

+
+ +TALBOT +
+Bring forth the body of old Salisbury,
+And here advance it in the market-place,
+The middle centre of this cursed town.
+Now have I paid my vow unto his soul;
+For every drop of blood was drawn from him,
+There hath at least five Frenchmen died tonight.
+And that hereafter ages may behold
+What ruin happen'd in revenge of him,
+Within their chiefest temple I'll erect
+A tomb, wherein his corpse shall be interr'd:
+Upon the which, that every one may read,
+Shall be engraved the sack of Orleans,
+The treacherous manner of his mournful death
+And what a terror he had been to France.
+But, lords, in all our bloody massacre,
+I muse we met not with the Dauphin's grace,
+His new-come champion, virtuous Joan of Arc,
+Nor any of his false confederates.
+
+ +BEDFORD +
+'Tis thought, Lord Talbot, when the fight began,
+Roused on the sudden from their drowsy beds,
+They did amongst the troops of armed men
+Leap o'er the walls for refuge in the field.
+
+ +BURGUNDY +
+Myself, as far as I could well discern
+For smoke and dusky vapours of the night,
+Am sure I scared the Dauphin and his trull,
+When arm in arm they both came swiftly running,
+Like to a pair of loving turtle-doves
+That could not live asunder day or night.
+After that things are set in order here,
+We'll follow them with all the power we have.
+

Enter a Messenger

+
+ +Messenger +
+All hail, my lords! which of this princely train
+Call ye the warlike Talbot, for his acts
+So much applauded through the realm of France?
+
+ +TALBOT +
+Here is the Talbot: who would speak with him?
+
+ +Messenger +
+The virtuous lady, Countess of Auvergne,
+With modesty admiring thy renown,
+By me entreats, great lord, thou wouldst vouchsafe
+To visit her poor castle where she lies,
+That she may boast she hath beheld the man
+Whose glory fills the world with loud report.
+
+ +BURGUNDY +
+Is it even so? Nay, then, I see our wars
+Will turn unto a peaceful comic sport,
+When ladies crave to be encounter'd with.
+You may not, my lord, despise her gentle suit.
+
+ +TALBOT +
+Ne'er trust me then; for when a world of men
+Could not prevail with all their oratory,
+Yet hath a woman's kindness over-ruled:
+And therefore tell her I return great thanks,
+And in submission will attend on her.
+Will not your honours bear me company?
+
+ +BEDFORD +
+No, truly; it is more than manners will:
+And I have heard it said, unbidden guests
+Are often welcomest when they are gone.
+
+ +TALBOT +
+Well then, alone, since there's no remedy,
+I mean to prove this lady's courtesy.
+Come hither, captain.
+

Whispers

+You perceive my mind?
+
+ +Captain +
+I do, my lord, and mean accordingly.
+

Exeunt

+
+

SCENE III. Auvergne. The COUNTESS's castle.

+

+Enter the COUNTESS and her Porter +
+
+COUNTESS
+
+ +OF AUVERGNE +
+Porter, remember what I gave in charge;
+And when you have done so, bring the keys to me.
+
+ +Porter +
+Madam, I will.
+

Exit

+COUNTESS
+
+ +OF AUVERGNE +
+The plot is laid: if all things fall out right,
+I shall as famous be by this exploit
+As Scythian Tomyris by Cyrus' death.
+Great is the rumor of this dreadful knight,
+And his achievements of no less account:
+Fain would mine eyes be witness with mine ears,
+To give their censure of these rare reports.
+

Enter Messenger and TALBOT

+
+ +Messenger +
+Madam,
+According as your ladyship desired,
+By message craved, so is Lord Talbot come.
+COUNTESS
+
+ +OF AUVERGNE +
+And he is welcome. What! is this the man?
+
+ +Messenger +
+Madam, it is.
+COUNTESS
+
+ +OF AUVERGNE +
+ Is this the scourge of France?
+Is this the Talbot, so much fear'd abroad
+That with his name the mothers still their babes?
+I see report is fabulous and false:
+I thought I should have seen some Hercules,
+A second Hector, for his grim aspect,
+And large proportion of his strong-knit limbs.
+Alas, this is a child, a silly dwarf!
+It cannot be this weak and writhled shrimp
+Should strike such terror to his enemies.
+
+ +TALBOT +
+Madam, I have been bold to trouble you;
+But since your ladyship is not at leisure,
+I'll sort some other time to visit you.
+COUNTESS
+
+ +OF AUVERGNE +
+What means he now? Go ask him whither he goes.
+
+ +Messenger +
+Stay, my Lord Talbot; for my lady craves
+To know the cause of your abrupt departure.
+
+ +TALBOT +
+Marry, for that she's in a wrong belief,
+I go to certify her Talbot's here.
+

Re-enter Porter with keys

+COUNTESS
+
+ +OF AUVERGNE +
+If thou be he, then art thou prisoner.
+
+ +TALBOT +
+Prisoner! to whom?
+COUNTESS
+
+ +OF AUVERGNE +
+To me, blood-thirsty lord;
+And for that cause I trained thee to my house.
+Long time thy shadow hath been thrall to me,
+For in my gallery thy picture hangs:
+But now the substance shall endure the like,
+And I will chain these legs and arms of thine,
+That hast by tyranny these many years
+Wasted our country, slain our citizens
+And sent our sons and husbands captivate.
+
+ +TALBOT +
+Ha, ha, ha!
+COUNTESS
+
+ +OF AUVERGNE +
+Laughest thou, wretch? thy mirth shall turn to moan.
+
+ +TALBOT +
+I laugh to see your ladyship so fond
+To think that you have aught but Talbot's shadow
+Whereon to practise your severity.
+COUNTESS
+
+ +OF AUVERGNE +
+Why, art not thou the man?
+
+ +TALBOT +
+I am indeed.
+COUNTESS
+
+ +OF AUVERGNE +
+Then have I substance too.
+
+ +TALBOT +
+No, no, I am but shadow of myself:
+You are deceived, my substance is not here;
+For what you see is but the smallest part
+And least proportion of humanity:
+I tell you, madam, were the whole frame here,
+It is of such a spacious lofty pitch,
+Your roof were not sufficient to contain't.
+COUNTESS
+
+ +OF AUVERGNE +
+This is a riddling merchant for the nonce;
+He will be here, and yet he is not here:
+How can these contrarieties agree?
+
+ +TALBOT +
+That will I show you presently.
+

Winds his horn. Drums strike up: a peal of ordnance. Enter soldiers

+How say you, madam? are you now persuaded
+That Talbot is but shadow of himself?
+These are his substance, sinews, arms and strength,
+With which he yoketh your rebellious necks,
+Razeth your cities and subverts your towns
+And in a moment makes them desolate.
+COUNTESS
+
+ +OF AUVERGNE +
+Victorious Talbot! pardon my abuse:
+I find thou art no less than fame hath bruited
+And more than may be gather'd by thy shape.
+Let my presumption not provoke thy wrath;
+For I am sorry that with reverence
+I did not entertain thee as thou art.
+
+ +TALBOT +
+Be not dismay'd, fair lady; nor misconstrue
+The mind of Talbot, as you did mistake
+The outward composition of his body.
+What you have done hath not offended me;
+Nor other satisfaction do I crave,
+But only, with your patience, that we may
+Taste of your wine and see what cates you have;
+For soldiers' stomachs always serve them well.
+COUNTESS
+
+ +OF AUVERGNE +
+With all my heart, and think me honoured
+To feast so great a warrior in my house.
+

Exeunt

+
+

SCENE IV. London. The Temple-garden.

+

+Enter the Earls of SOMERSET, SUFFOLK, and WARWICK; RICHARD PLANTAGENET, VERNON, and another Lawyer +
+
+RICHARD
+
+ +PLANTAGENET +
+Great lords and gentlemen, what means this silence?
+Dare no man answer in a case of truth?
+
+ +SUFFOLK +
+Within the Temple-hall we were too loud;
+The garden here is more convenient.
+RICHARD
+
+ +PLANTAGENET +
+Then say at once if I maintain'd the truth;
+Or else was wrangling Somerset in the error?
+
+ +SUFFOLK +
+Faith, I have been a truant in the law,
+And never yet could frame my will to it;
+And therefore frame the law unto my will.
+
+ +SOMERSET +
+Judge you, my Lord of Warwick, then, between us.
+
+ +WARWICK +
+Between two hawks, which flies the higher pitch;
+Between two dogs, which hath the deeper mouth;
+Between two blades, which bears the better temper:
+Between two horses, which doth bear him best;
+Between two girls, which hath the merriest eye;
+I have perhaps some shallow spirit of judgement;
+But in these nice sharp quillets of the law,
+Good faith, I am no wiser than a daw.
+RICHARD
+
+ +PLANTAGENET +
+Tut, tut, here is a mannerly forbearance:
+The truth appears so naked on my side
+That any purblind eye may find it out.
+
+ +SOMERSET +
+And on my side it is so well apparell'd,
+So clear, so shining and so evident
+That it will glimmer through a blind man's eye.
+RICHARD
+
+ +PLANTAGENET +
+Since you are tongue-tied and so loath to speak,
+In dumb significants proclaim your thoughts:
+Let him that is a true-born gentleman
+And stands upon the honour of his birth,
+If he suppose that I have pleaded truth,
+From off this brier pluck a white rose with me.
+
+ +SOMERSET +
+Let him that is no coward nor no flatterer,
+But dare maintain the party of the truth,
+Pluck a red rose from off this thorn with me.
+
+ +WARWICK +
+I love no colours, and without all colour
+Of base insinuating flattery
+I pluck this white rose with Plantagenet.
+
+ +SUFFOLK +
+I pluck this red rose with young Somerset
+And say withal I think he held the right.
+
+ +VERNON +
+Stay, lords and gentlemen, and pluck no more,
+Till you conclude that he upon whose side
+The fewest roses are cropp'd from the tree
+Shall yield the other in the right opinion.
+
+ +SOMERSET +
+Good Master Vernon, it is well objected:
+If I have fewest, I subscribe in silence.
+RICHARD
+
+ +PLANTAGENET +
+And I.
+
+ +VERNON +
+Then for the truth and plainness of the case.
+I pluck this pale and maiden blossom here,
+Giving my verdict on the white rose side.
+
+ +SOMERSET +
+Prick not your finger as you pluck it off,
+Lest bleeding you do paint the white rose red
+And fall on my side so, against your will.
+
+ +VERNON +
+If I my lord, for my opinion bleed,
+Opinion shall be surgeon to my hurt
+And keep me on the side where still I am.
+
+ +SOMERSET +
+Well, well, come on: who else?
+
+ +Lawyer +
+Unless my study and my books be false,
+The argument you held was wrong in you:
+

To SOMERSET

+In sign whereof I pluck a white rose too.
+RICHARD
+
+ +PLANTAGENET +
+Now, Somerset, where is your argument?
+
+ +SOMERSET +
+Here in my scabbard, meditating that
+Shall dye your white rose in a bloody red.
+RICHARD
+
+ +PLANTAGENET +
+Meantime your cheeks do counterfeit our roses;
+For pale they look with fear, as witnessing
+The truth on our side.
+
+ +SOMERSET +
+No, Plantagenet,
+'Tis not for fear but anger that thy cheeks
+Blush for pure shame to counterfeit our roses,
+And yet thy tongue will not confess thy error.
+RICHARD
+
+ +PLANTAGENET +
+Hath not thy rose a canker, Somerset?
+
+ +SOMERSET +
+Hath not thy rose a thorn, Plantagenet?
+RICHARD
+
+ +PLANTAGENET +
+Ay, sharp and piercing, to maintain his truth;
+Whiles thy consuming canker eats his falsehood.
+
+ +SOMERSET +
+Well, I'll find friends to wear my bleeding roses,
+That shall maintain what I have said is true,
+Where false Plantagenet dare not be seen.
+RICHARD
+
+ +PLANTAGENET +
+Now, by this maiden blossom in my hand,
+I scorn thee and thy fashion, peevish boy.
+
+ +SUFFOLK +
+Turn not thy scorns this way, Plantagenet.
+RICHARD
+
+ +PLANTAGENET +
+Proud Pole, I will, and scorn both him and thee.
+
+ +SUFFOLK +
+I'll turn my part thereof into thy throat.
+
+ +SOMERSET +
+Away, away, good William de la Pole!
+We grace the yeoman by conversing with him.
+
+ +WARWICK +
+Now, by God's will, thou wrong'st him, Somerset;
+His grandfather was Lionel Duke of Clarence,
+Third son to the third Edward King of England:
+Spring crestless yeomen from so deep a root?
+RICHARD
+
+ +PLANTAGENET +
+He bears him on the place's privilege,
+Or durst not, for his craven heart, say thus.
+
+ +SOMERSET +
+By him that made me, I'll maintain my words
+On any plot of ground in Christendom.
+Was not thy father, Richard Earl of Cambridge,
+For treason executed in our late king's days?
+And, by his treason, stand'st not thou attainted,
+Corrupted, and exempt from ancient gentry?
+His trespass yet lives guilty in thy blood;
+And, till thou be restored, thou art a yeoman.
+RICHARD
+
+ +PLANTAGENET +
+My father was attached, not attainted,
+Condemn'd to die for treason, but no traitor;
+And that I'll prove on better men than Somerset,
+Were growing time once ripen'd to my will.
+For your partaker Pole and you yourself,
+I'll note you in my book of memory,
+To scourge you for this apprehension:
+Look to it well and say you are well warn'd.
+
+ +SOMERSET +
+Ah, thou shalt find us ready for thee still;
+And know us by these colours for thy foes,
+For these my friends in spite of thee shall wear.
+RICHARD
+
+ +PLANTAGENET +
+And, by my soul, this pale and angry rose,
+As cognizance of my blood-drinking hate,
+Will I for ever and my faction wear,
+Until it wither with me to my grave
+Or flourish to the height of my degree.
+
+ +SUFFOLK +
+Go forward and be choked with thy ambition!
+And so farewell until I meet thee next.
+

Exit

+
+ +SOMERSET +
+Have with thee, Pole. Farewell, ambitious Richard.
+

Exit

+RICHARD
+
+ +PLANTAGENET +
+How I am braved and must perforce endure it!
+
+ +WARWICK +
+This blot that they object against your house
+Shall be wiped out in the next parliament
+Call'd for the truce of Winchester and Gloucester;
+And if thou be not then created York,
+I will not live to be accounted Warwick.
+Meantime, in signal of my love to thee,
+Against proud Somerset and William Pole,
+Will I upon thy party wear this rose:
+And here I prophesy: this brawl to-day,
+Grown to this faction in the Temple-garden,
+Shall send between the red rose and the white
+A thousand souls to death and deadly night.
+RICHARD
+
+ +PLANTAGENET +
+Good Master Vernon, I am bound to you,
+That you on my behalf would pluck a flower.
+
+ +VERNON +
+In your behalf still will I wear the same.
+
+ +Lawyer +
+And so will I.
+RICHARD
+
+ +PLANTAGENET +
+Thanks, gentle sir.
+Come, let us four to dinner: I dare say
+This quarrel will drink blood another day.
+

Exeunt

+
+

SCENE V. The Tower of London.

+

+Enter MORTIMER, brought in a chair, and Gaolers +
+ +MORTIMER +
+Kind keepers of my weak decaying age,
+Let dying Mortimer here rest himself.
+Even like a man new haled from the rack,
+So fare my limbs with long imprisonment.
+And these grey locks, the pursuivants of death,
+Nestor-like aged in an age of care,
+Argue the end of Edmund Mortimer.
+These eyes, like lamps whose wasting oil is spent,
+Wax dim, as drawing to their exigent;
+Weak shoulders, overborne with burthening grief,
+And pithless arms, like to a wither'd vine
+That droops his sapless branches to the ground;
+Yet are these feet, whose strengthless stay is numb,
+Unable to support this lump of clay,
+Swift-winged with desire to get a grave,
+As witting I no other comfort have.
+But tell me, keeper, will my nephew come?
+
+ +First Gaoler +
+Richard Plantagenet, my lord, will come:
+We sent unto the Temple, unto his chamber;
+And answer was return'd that he will come.
+
+ +MORTIMER +
+Enough: my soul shall then be satisfied.
+Poor gentleman! his wrong doth equal mine.
+Since Henry Monmouth first began to reign,
+Before whose glory I was great in arms,
+This loathsome sequestration have I had:
+And even since then hath Richard been obscured,
+Deprived of honour and inheritance.
+But now the arbitrator of despairs,
+Just death, kind umpire of men's miseries,
+With sweet enlargement doth dismiss me hence:
+I would his troubles likewise were expired,
+That so he might recover what was lost.
+

Enter RICHARD PLANTAGENET

+
+ +First Gaoler +
+My lord, your loving nephew now is come.
+
+ +MORTIMER +
+Richard Plantagenet, my friend, is he come?
+RICHARD
+
+ +PLANTAGENET +
+Ay, noble uncle, thus ignobly used,
+Your nephew, late despised Richard, comes.
+
+ +MORTIMER +
+Direct mine arms I may embrace his neck,
+And in his bosom spend my latter gasp:
+O, tell me when my lips do touch his cheeks,
+That I may kindly give one fainting kiss.
+And now declare, sweet stem from York's great stock,
+Why didst thou say, of late thou wert despised?
+RICHARD
+
+ +PLANTAGENET +
+First, lean thine aged back against mine arm;
+And, in that ease, I'll tell thee my disease.
+This day, in argument upon a case,
+Some words there grew 'twixt Somerset and me;
+Among which terms he used his lavish tongue
+And did upbraid me with my father's death:
+Which obloquy set bars before my tongue,
+Else with the like I had requited him.
+Therefore, good uncle, for my father's sake,
+In honour of a true Plantagenet
+And for alliance sake, declare the cause
+My father, Earl of Cambridge, lost his head.
+
+ +MORTIMER +
+That cause, fair nephew, that imprison'd me
+And hath detain'd me all my flowering youth
+Within a loathsome dungeon, there to pine,
+Was cursed instrument of his decease.
+RICHARD
+
+ +PLANTAGENET +
+Discover more at large what cause that was,
+For I am ignorant and cannot guess.
+
+ +MORTIMER +
+I will, if that my fading breath permit
+And death approach not ere my tale be done.
+Henry the Fourth, grandfather to this king,
+Deposed his nephew Richard, Edward's son,
+The first-begotten and the lawful heir,
+Of Edward king, the third of that descent:
+During whose reign the Percies of the north,
+Finding his usurpation most unjust,
+Endeavor'd my advancement to the throne:
+The reason moved these warlike lords to this
+Was, for that--young King Richard thus removed,
+Leaving no heir begotten of his body--
+I was the next by birth and parentage;
+For by my mother I derived am
+From Lionel Duke of Clarence, the third son
+To King Edward the Third; whereas he
+From John of Gaunt doth bring his pedigree,
+Being but fourth of that heroic line.
+But mark: as in this haughty attempt
+They laboured to plant the rightful heir,
+I lost my liberty and they their lives.
+Long after this, when Henry the Fifth,
+Succeeding his father Bolingbroke, did reign,
+Thy father, Earl of Cambridge, then derived
+From famous Edmund Langley, Duke of York,
+Marrying my sister that thy mother was,
+Again in pity of my hard distress
+Levied an army, weening to redeem
+And have install'd me in the diadem:
+But, as the rest, so fell that noble earl
+And was beheaded. Thus the Mortimers,
+In whom the tide rested, were suppress'd.
+RICHARD
+
+ +PLANTAGENET +
+Of which, my lord, your honour is the last.
+
+ +MORTIMER +
+True; and thou seest that I no issue have
+And that my fainting words do warrant death;
+Thou art my heir; the rest I wish thee gather:
+But yet be wary in thy studious care.
+RICHARD
+
+ +PLANTAGENET +
+Thy grave admonishments prevail with me:
+But yet, methinks, my father's execution
+Was nothing less than bloody tyranny.
+
+ +MORTIMER +
+With silence, nephew, be thou politic:
+Strong-fixed is the house of Lancaster,
+And like a mountain, not to be removed.
+But now thy uncle is removing hence:
+As princes do their courts, when they are cloy'd
+With long continuance in a settled place.
+RICHARD
+
+ +PLANTAGENET +
+O, uncle, would some part of my young years
+Might but redeem the passage of your age!
+
+ +MORTIMER +
+Thou dost then wrong me, as that slaughterer doth
+Which giveth many wounds when one will kill.
+Mourn not, except thou sorrow for my good;
+Only give order for my funeral:
+And so farewell, and fair be all thy hopes
+And prosperous be thy life in peace and war!
+

Dies

+RICHARD
+
+ +PLANTAGENET +
+And peace, no war, befall thy parting soul!
+In prison hast thou spent a pilgrimage
+And like a hermit overpass'd thy days.
+Well, I will lock his counsel in my breast;
+And what I do imagine let that rest.
+Keepers, convey him hence, and I myself
+Will see his burial better than his life.
+

Exeunt Gaolers, bearing out the body of MORTIMER

+Here dies the dusky torch of Mortimer,
+Choked with ambition of the meaner sort:
+And for those wrongs, those bitter injuries,
+Which Somerset hath offer'd to my house:
+I doubt not but with honour to redress;
+And therefore haste I to the parliament,
+Either to be restored to my blood,
+Or make my ill the advantage of my good.
+

Exit

+

+

ACT III

+

SCENE I. London. The Parliament-house.

+

+Flourish. Enter KING HENRY VI, EXETER, GLOUCESTER, WARWICK, SOMERSET, and SUFFOLK; the BISHOP OF WINCHESTER, RICHARD PLANTAGENET, and others. GLOUCESTER offers to put up a bill; BISHOP OF WINCHESTER snatches it, and tears it +
+
+BISHOP
+
+ +OF WINCHESTER +
+Comest thou with deep premeditated lines,
+With written pamphlets studiously devised,
+Humphrey of Gloucester? If thou canst accuse,
+Or aught intend'st to lay unto my charge,
+Do it without invention, suddenly;
+As I with sudden and extemporal speech
+Purpose to answer what thou canst object.
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+Presumptuous priest! this place commands my patience,
+Or thou shouldst find thou hast dishonour'd me.
+Think not, although in writing I preferr'd
+The manner of thy vile outrageous crimes,
+That therefore I have forged, or am not able
+Verbatim to rehearse the method of my pen:
+No, prelate; such is thy audacious wickedness,
+Thy lewd, pestiferous and dissentious pranks,
+As very infants prattle of thy pride.
+Thou art a most pernicious usurer,
+Forward by nature, enemy to peace;
+Lascivious, wanton, more than well beseems
+A man of thy profession and degree;
+And for thy treachery, what's more manifest?
+In that thou laid'st a trap to take my life,
+As well at London bridge as at the Tower.
+Beside, I fear me, if thy thoughts were sifted,
+The king, thy sovereign, is not quite exempt
+From envious malice of thy swelling heart.
+BISHOP
+
+ +OF WINCHESTER +
+Gloucester, I do defy thee. Lords, vouchsafe
+To give me hearing what I shall reply.
+If I were covetous, ambitious or perverse,
+As he will have me, how am I so poor?
+Or how haps it I seek not to advance
+Or raise myself, but keep my wonted calling?
+And for dissension, who preferreth peace
+More than I do?--except I be provoked.
+No, my good lords, it is not that offends;
+It is not that that hath incensed the duke:
+It is, because no one should sway but he;
+No one but he should be about the king;
+And that engenders thunder in his breast
+And makes him roar these accusations forth.
+But he shall know I am as good--
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+As good!
+Thou bastard of my grandfather!
+BISHOP
+
+ +OF WINCHESTER +
+Ay, lordly sir; for what are you, I pray,
+But one imperious in another's throne?
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+Am I not protector, saucy priest?
+BISHOP
+
+ +OF WINCHESTER +
+And am not I a prelate of the church?
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+Yes, as an outlaw in a castle keeps
+And useth it to patronage his theft.
+BISHOP
+
+ +OF WINCHESTER +
+Unreverent Gloster!
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+Thou art reverent
+Touching thy spiritual function, not thy life.
+BISHOP
+
+ +OF WINCHESTER +
+Rome shall remedy this.
+
+ +WARWICK +
+Roam thither, then.
+
+ +SOMERSET +
+My lord, it were your duty to forbear.
+
+ +WARWICK +
+Ay, see the bishop be not overborne.
+
+ +SOMERSET +
+Methinks my lord should be religious
+And know the office that belongs to such.
+
+ +WARWICK +
+Methinks his lordship should be humbler;
+it fitteth not a prelate so to plead.
+
+ +SOMERSET +
+Yes, when his holy state is touch'd so near.
+
+ +WARWICK +
+State holy or unhallow'd, what of that?
+Is not his grace protector to the king?
+RICHARD
+
+ +PLANTAGENET +
+[Aside] Plantagenet, I see, must hold his tongue,
+Lest it be said 'Speak, sirrah, when you should;
+Must your bold verdict enter talk with lords?'
+Else would I have a fling at Winchester.
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+Uncles of Gloucester and of Winchester,
+The special watchmen of our English weal,
+I would prevail, if prayers might prevail,
+To join your hearts in love and amity.
+O, what a scandal is it to our crown,
+That two such noble peers as ye should jar!
+Believe me, lords, my tender years can tell
+Civil dissension is a viperous worm
+That gnaws the bowels of the commonwealth.
+

A noise within, 'Down with the tawny-coats!'

+What tumult's this?
+
+ +WARWICK +
+An uproar, I dare warrant,
+Begun through malice of the bishop's men.
+

A noise again, 'Stones! stones!' Enter Mayor

+
+ +Mayor +
+O, my good lords, and virtuous Henry,
+Pity the city of London, pity us!
+The bishop and the Duke of Gloucester's men,
+Forbidden late to carry any weapon,
+Have fill'd their pockets full of pebble stones
+And banding themselves in contrary parts
+Do pelt so fast at one another's pate
+That many have their giddy brains knock'd out:
+Our windows are broke down in every street
+And we for fear compell'd to shut our shops.
+

Enter Serving-men, in skirmish, with bloody pates

+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+We charge you, on allegiance to ourself,
+To hold your slaughtering hands and keep the peace.
+Pray, uncle Gloucester, mitigate this strife.
+First Serving-man Nay, if we be forbidden stones,
+We'll fall to it with our teeth.
+Second Serving-man Do what ye dare, we are as resolute.
+

Skirmish again

+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+You of my household, leave this peevish broil
+And set this unaccustom'd fight aside.
+Third Serving-man My lord, we know your grace to be a man
+Just and upright; and, for your royal birth,
+Inferior to none but to his majesty:
+And ere that we will suffer such a prince,
+So kind a father of the commonweal,
+To be disgraced by an inkhorn mate,
+We and our wives and children all will fight
+And have our bodies slaughtered by thy foes.
+First Serving-man Ay, and the very parings of our nails
+Shall pitch a field when we are dead.
+

Begin again

+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+Stay, stay, I say!
+And if you love me, as you say you do,
+Let me persuade you to forbear awhile.
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+O, how this discord doth afflict my soul!
+Can you, my Lord of Winchester, behold
+My sighs and tears and will not once relent?
+Who should be pitiful, if you be not?
+Or who should study to prefer a peace.
+If holy churchmen take delight in broils?
+
+ +WARWICK +
+Yield, my lord protector; yield, Winchester;
+Except you mean with obstinate repulse
+To slay your sovereign and destroy the realm.
+You see what mischief and what murder too
+Hath been enacted through your enmity;
+Then be at peace except ye thirst for blood.
+BISHOP
+
+ +OF WINCHESTER +
+He shall submit, or I will never yield.
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+Compassion on the king commands me stoop;
+Or I would see his heart out, ere the priest
+Should ever get that privilege of me.
+
+ +WARWICK +
+Behold, my Lord of Winchester, the duke
+Hath banish'd moody discontented fury,
+As by his smoothed brows it doth appear:
+Why look you still so stern and tragical?
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+Here, Winchester, I offer thee my hand.
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+Fie, uncle Beaufort! I have heard you preach
+That malice was a great and grievous sin;
+And will not you maintain the thing you teach,
+But prove a chief offender in the same?
+
+ +WARWICK +
+Sweet king! the bishop hath a kindly gird.
+For shame, my lord of Winchester, relent!
+What, shall a child instruct you what to do?
+BISHOP
+
+ +OF WINCHESTER +
+Well, Duke of Gloucester, I will yield to thee;
+Love for thy love and hand for hand I give.
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+[Aside] Ay, but, I fear me, with a hollow heart.--
+See here, my friends and loving countrymen,
+This token serveth for a flag of truce
+Betwixt ourselves and all our followers:
+So help me God, as I dissemble not!
+BISHOP
+
+ +OF WINCHESTER +
+[Aside] So help me God, as I intend it not!
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+O, loving uncle, kind Duke of Gloucester,
+How joyful am I made by this contract!
+Away, my masters! trouble us no more;
+But join in friendship, as your lords have done.
+First Serving-man Content: I'll to the surgeon's.
+Second Serving-man And so will I.
+Third Serving-man And I will see what physic the tavern affords.
+

Exeunt Serving-men, Mayor, & c

+
+ +WARWICK +
+Accept this scroll, most gracious sovereign,
+Which in the right of Richard Plantagenet
+We do exhibit to your majesty.
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+Well urged, my Lord of Warwick: or sweet prince,
+And if your grace mark every circumstance,
+You have great reason to do Richard right;
+Especially for those occasions
+At Eltham Place I told your majesty.
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+And those occasions, uncle, were of force:
+Therefore, my loving lords, our pleasure is
+That Richard be restored to his blood.
+
+ +WARWICK +
+Let Richard be restored to his blood;
+So shall his father's wrongs be recompensed.
+BISHOP
+
+ +OF WINCHESTER +
+As will the rest, so willeth Winchester.
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+If Richard will be true, not that alone
+But all the whole inheritance I give
+That doth belong unto the house of York,
+From whence you spring by lineal descent.
+RICHARD
+
+ +PLANTAGENET +
+Thy humble servant vows obedience
+And humble service till the point of death.
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+Stoop then and set your knee against my foot;
+And, in reguerdon of that duty done,
+I gird thee with the valiant sword of York:
+Rise Richard, like a true Plantagenet,
+And rise created princely Duke of York.
+RICHARD
+
+ +PLANTAGENET +
+And so thrive Richard as thy foes may fall!
+And as my duty springs, so perish they
+That grudge one thought against your majesty!
+
+ +ALL +
+Welcome, high prince, the mighty Duke of York!
+
+ +SOMERSET +
+[Aside] Perish, base prince, ignoble Duke of York!
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+Now will it best avail your majesty
+To cross the seas and to be crown'd in France:
+The presence of a king engenders love
+Amongst his subjects and his loyal friends,
+As it disanimates his enemies.
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+When Gloucester says the word, King Henry goes;
+For friendly counsel cuts off many foes.
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+Your ships already are in readiness.
+

Sennet. Flourish. Exeunt all but EXETER

+
+ +EXETER +
+Ay, we may march in England or in France,
+Not seeing what is likely to ensue.
+This late dissension grown betwixt the peers
+Burns under feigned ashes of forged love
+And will at last break out into a flame:
+As fester'd members rot but by degree,
+Till bones and flesh and sinews fall away,
+So will this base and envious discord breed.
+And now I fear that fatal prophecy
+Which in the time of Henry named the Fifth
+Was in the mouth of every sucking babe;
+That Henry born at Monmouth should win all
+And Henry born at Windsor lose all:
+Which is so plain that Exeter doth wish
+His days may finish ere that hapless time.
+

Exit

+
+

SCENE II. France. Before Rouen.

+

+Enter JOAN LA PUCELLE disguised, with four Soldiers with sacks upon their backs +
+ +JOAN LA PUCELLE +
+These are the city gates, the gates of Rouen,
+Through which our policy must make a breach:
+Take heed, be wary how you place your words;
+Talk like the vulgar sort of market men
+That come to gather money for their corn.
+If we have entrance, as I hope we shall,
+And that we find the slothful watch but weak,
+I'll by a sign give notice to our friends,
+That Charles the Dauphin may encounter them.
+
+ +First Soldier +
+Our sacks shall be a mean to sack the city,
+And we be lords and rulers over Rouen;
+Therefore we'll knock.
+

Knocks

+
+ +Watch +
+[Within] Qui est la?
+
+ +JOAN LA PUCELLE +
+Paysans, pauvres gens de France;
+Poor market folks that come to sell their corn.
+
+ +Watch +
+Enter, go in; the market bell is rung.
+
+ +JOAN LA PUCELLE +
+Now, Rouen, I'll shake thy bulwarks to the ground.
+

Exeunt

+

Enter CHARLES, the BASTARD OF ORLEANS, ALENCON, REIGNIER, and forces

+
+ +CHARLES +
+Saint Denis bless this happy stratagem!
+And once again we'll sleep secure in Rouen.
+
+ +BASTARD OF ORLEANS +
+Here enter'd Pucelle and her practisants;
+Now she is there, how will she specify
+Where is the best and safest passage in?
+
+ +REIGNIER +
+By thrusting out a torch from yonder tower;
+Which, once discern'd, shows that her meaning is,
+No way to that, for weakness, which she enter'd.
+

Enter JOAN LA PUCELLE on the top, thrusting out a torch burning

+
+ +JOAN LA PUCELLE +
+Behold, this is the happy wedding torch
+That joineth Rouen unto her countrymen,
+But burning fatal to the Talbotites!
+

Exit

+
+ +BASTARD OF ORLEANS +
+See, noble Charles, the beacon of our friend;
+The burning torch in yonder turret stands.
+
+ +CHARLES +
+Now shine it like a comet of revenge,
+A prophet to the fall of all our foes!
+
+ +REIGNIER +
+Defer no time, delays have dangerous ends;
+Enter, and cry 'The Dauphin!' presently,
+And then do execution on the watch.
+

Alarum. Exeunt

+

An alarum. Enter TALBOT in an excursion

+
+ +TALBOT +
+France, thou shalt rue this treason with thy tears,
+If Talbot but survive thy treachery.
+Pucelle, that witch, that damned sorceress,
+Hath wrought this hellish mischief unawares,
+That hardly we escaped the pride of France.
+

Exit

+

An alarum: excursions. BEDFORD, brought in sick in a chair. Enter TALBOT and BURGUNDY without: within JOAN LA PUCELLE, CHARLES, BASTARD OF ORLEANS, ALENCON, and REIGNIER, on the walls

+
+ +JOAN LA PUCELLE +
+Good morrow, gallants! want ye corn for bread?
+I think the Duke of Burgundy will fast
+Before he'll buy again at such a rate:
+'Twas full of darnel; do you like the taste?
+
+ +BURGUNDY +
+Scoff on, vile fiend and shameless courtezan!
+I trust ere long to choke thee with thine own
+And make thee curse the harvest of that corn.
+
+ +CHARLES +
+Your grace may starve perhaps before that time.
+
+ +BEDFORD +
+O, let no words, but deeds, revenge this treason!
+
+ +JOAN LA PUCELLE +
+What will you do, good grey-beard? break a lance,
+And run a tilt at death within a chair?
+
+ +TALBOT +
+Foul fiend of France, and hag of all despite,
+Encompass'd with thy lustful paramours!
+Becomes it thee to taunt his valiant age
+And twit with cowardice a man half dead?
+Damsel, I'll have a bout with you again,
+Or else let Talbot perish with this shame.
+
+ +JOAN LA PUCELLE +
+Are ye so hot, sir? yet, Pucelle, hold thy peace;
+If Talbot do but thunder, rain will follow.
+

The English whisper together in council

+God speed the parliament! who shall be the speaker?
+
+ +TALBOT +
+Dare ye come forth and meet us in the field?
+
+ +JOAN LA PUCELLE +
+Belike your lordship takes us then for fools,
+To try if that our own be ours or no.
+
+ +TALBOT +
+I speak not to that railing Hecate,
+But unto thee, Alencon, and the rest;
+Will ye, like soldiers, come and fight it out?
+
+ +ALENCON +
+Signior, no.
+
+ +TALBOT +
+Signior, hang! base muleters of France!
+Like peasant foot-boys do they keep the walls
+And dare not take up arms like gentlemen.
+
+ +JOAN LA PUCELLE +
+Away, captains! let's get us from the walls;
+For Talbot means no goodness by his looks.
+God be wi' you, my lord! we came but to tell you
+That we are here.
+

Exeunt from the walls

+
+ +TALBOT +
+And there will we be too, ere it be long,
+Or else reproach be Talbot's greatest fame!
+Vow, Burgundy, by honour of thy house,
+Prick'd on by public wrongs sustain'd in France,
+Either to get the town again or die:
+And I, as sure as English Henry lives
+And as his father here was conqueror,
+As sure as in this late-betrayed town
+Great Coeur-de-lion's heart was buried,
+So sure I swear to get the town or die.
+
+ +BURGUNDY +
+My vows are equal partners with thy vows.
+
+ +TALBOT +
+But, ere we go, regard this dying prince,
+The valiant Duke of Bedford. Come, my lord,
+We will bestow you in some better place,
+Fitter for sickness and for crazy age.
+
+ +BEDFORD +
+Lord Talbot, do not so dishonour me:
+Here will I sit before the walls of Rouen
+And will be partner of your weal or woe.
+
+ +BURGUNDY +
+Courageous Bedford, let us now persuade you.
+
+ +BEDFORD +
+Not to be gone from hence; for once I read
+That stout Pendragon in his litter sick
+Came to the field and vanquished his foes:
+Methinks I should revive the soldiers' hearts,
+Because I ever found them as myself.
+
+ +TALBOT +
+Undaunted spirit in a dying breast!
+Then be it so: heavens keep old Bedford safe!
+And now no more ado, brave Burgundy,
+But gather we our forces out of hand
+And set upon our boasting enemy.
+

Exeunt all but BEDFORD and Attendants

+

An alarum: excursions. Enter FASTOLFE and a Captain

+
+ +Captain +
+Whither away, Sir John Fastolfe, in such haste?
+
+ +FASTOLFE +
+Whither away! to save myself by flight:
+We are like to have the overthrow again.
+
+ +Captain +
+What! will you fly, and leave Lord Talbot?
+
+ +FASTOLFE +
+Ay,
+All the Talbots in the world, to save my life!
+

Exit

+
+ +Captain +
+Cowardly knight! ill fortune follow thee!
+

Exit

+

Retreat: excursions. JOAN LA PUCELLE, ALENCON, and CHARLES fly

+
+ +BEDFORD +
+Now, quiet soul, depart when heaven please,
+For I have seen our enemies' overthrow.
+What is the trust or strength of foolish man?
+They that of late were daring with their scoffs
+Are glad and fain by flight to save themselves.
+

BEDFORD dies, and is carried in by two in his chair

+

An alarum. Re-enter TALBOT, BURGUNDY, and the rest

+
+ +TALBOT +
+Lost, and recover'd in a day again!
+This is a double honour, Burgundy:
+Yet heavens have glory for this victory!
+
+ +BURGUNDY +
+Warlike and martial Talbot, Burgundy
+Enshrines thee in his heart and there erects
+Thy noble deeds as valour's monuments.
+
+ +TALBOT +
+Thanks, gentle duke. But where is Pucelle now?
+I think her old familiar is asleep:
+Now where's the Bastard's braves, and Charles his gleeks?
+What, all amort? Rouen hangs her head for grief
+That such a valiant company are fled.
+Now will we take some order in the town,
+Placing therein some expert officers,
+And then depart to Paris to the king,
+For there young Henry with his nobles lie.
+
+ +BURGUNDY +
+What wills Lord Talbot pleaseth Burgundy.
+
+ +TALBOT +
+But yet, before we go, let's not forget
+The noble Duke of Bedford late deceased,
+But see his exequies fulfill'd in Rouen:
+A braver soldier never couched lance,
+A gentler heart did never sway in court;
+But kings and mightiest potentates must die,
+For that's the end of human misery.
+

Exeunt

+
+

SCENE III. The plains near Rouen.

+

+Enter CHARLES, the BASTARD OF ORLEANS, ALENCON, JOAN LA PUCELLE, and forces +
+ +JOAN LA PUCELLE +
+Dismay not, princes, at this accident,
+Nor grieve that Rouen is so recovered:
+Care is no cure, but rather corrosive,
+For things that are not to be remedied.
+Let frantic Talbot triumph for a while
+And like a peacock sweep along his tail;
+We'll pull his plumes and take away his train,
+If Dauphin and the rest will be but ruled.
+
+ +CHARLES +
+We have been guided by thee hitherto,
+And of thy cunning had no diffidence:
+One sudden foil shall never breed distrust.
+
+ +BASTARD OF ORLEANS +
+Search out thy wit for secret policies,
+And we will make thee famous through the world.
+
+ +ALENCON +
+We'll set thy statue in some holy place,
+And have thee reverenced like a blessed saint:
+Employ thee then, sweet virgin, for our good.
+
+ +JOAN LA PUCELLE +
+Then thus it must be; this doth Joan devise:
+By fair persuasions mix'd with sugar'd words
+We will entice the Duke of Burgundy
+To leave the Talbot and to follow us.
+
+ +CHARLES +
+Ay, marry, sweeting, if we could do that,
+France were no place for Henry's warriors;
+Nor should that nation boast it so with us,
+But be extirped from our provinces.
+
+ +ALENCON +
+For ever should they be expulsed from France
+And not have title of an earldom here.
+
+ +JOAN LA PUCELLE +
+Your honours shall perceive how I will work
+To bring this matter to the wished end.
+

Drum sounds afar off

+Hark! by the sound of drum you may perceive
+Their powers are marching unto Paris-ward.
+

Here sound an English march. Enter, and pass over at a distance, TALBOT and his forces

+There goes the Talbot, with his colours spread,
+And all the troops of English after him.
+

French march. Enter BURGUNDY and forces

+Now in the rearward comes the duke and his:
+Fortune in favour makes him lag behind.
+Summon a parley; we will talk with him.
+

Trumpets sound a parley

+
+ +CHARLES +
+A parley with the Duke of Burgundy!
+
+ +BURGUNDY +
+Who craves a parley with the Burgundy?
+
+ +JOAN LA PUCELLE +
+The princely Charles of France, thy countryman.
+
+ +BURGUNDY +
+What say'st thou, Charles? for I am marching hence.
+
+ +CHARLES +
+Speak, Pucelle, and enchant him with thy words.
+
+ +JOAN LA PUCELLE +
+Brave Burgundy, undoubted hope of France!
+Stay, let thy humble handmaid speak to thee.
+
+ +BURGUNDY +
+Speak on; but be not over-tedious.
+
+ +JOAN LA PUCELLE +
+Look on thy country, look on fertile France,
+And see the cities and the towns defaced
+By wasting ruin of the cruel foe.
+As looks the mother on her lowly babe
+When death doth close his tender dying eyes,
+See, see the pining malady of France;
+Behold the wounds, the most unnatural wounds,
+Which thou thyself hast given her woful breast.
+O, turn thy edged sword another way;
+Strike those that hurt, and hurt not those that help.
+One drop of blood drawn from thy country's bosom
+Should grieve thee more than streams of foreign gore:
+Return thee therefore with a flood of tears,
+And wash away thy country's stained spots.
+
+ +BURGUNDY +
+Either she hath bewitch'd me with her words,
+Or nature makes me suddenly relent.
+
+ +JOAN LA PUCELLE +
+Besides, all French and France exclaims on thee,
+Doubting thy birth and lawful progeny.
+Who joint'st thou with but with a lordly nation
+That will not trust thee but for profit's sake?
+When Talbot hath set footing once in France
+And fashion'd thee that instrument of ill,
+Who then but English Henry will be lord
+And thou be thrust out like a fugitive?
+Call we to mind, and mark but this for proof,
+Was not the Duke of Orleans thy foe?
+And was he not in England prisoner?
+But when they heard he was thine enemy,
+They set him free without his ransom paid,
+In spite of Burgundy and all his friends.
+See, then, thou fight'st against thy countrymen
+And joint'st with them will be thy slaughtermen.
+Come, come, return; return, thou wandering lord:
+Charles and the rest will take thee in their arms.
+
+ +BURGUNDY +
+I am vanquished; these haughty words of hers
+Have batter'd me like roaring cannon-shot,
+And made me almost yield upon my knees.
+Forgive me, country, and sweet countrymen,
+And, lords, accept this hearty kind embrace:
+My forces and my power of men are yours:
+So farewell, Talbot; I'll no longer trust thee.
+
+ +JOAN LA PUCELLE +
+[Aside] Done like a Frenchman: turn, and turn again!
+
+ +CHARLES +
+Welcome, brave duke! thy friendship makes us fresh.
+
+ +BASTARD OF ORLEANS +
+And doth beget new courage in our breasts.
+
+ +ALENCON +
+Pucelle hath bravely play'd her part in this,
+And doth deserve a coronet of gold.
+
+ +CHARLES +
+Now let us on, my lords, and join our powers,
+And seek how we may prejudice the foe.
+

Exeunt

+
+

SCENE IV. Paris. The palace.

+

+Enter KING HENRY VI, GLOUCESTER, BISHOP OF WINCHESTER, YORK, SUFFOLK, SOMERSET, WARWICK, EXETER, VERNON BASSET, and others. To them with his Soldiers, TALBOT +
+ +TALBOT +
+My gracious prince, and honourable peers,
+Hearing of your arrival in this realm,
+I have awhile given truce unto my wars,
+To do my duty to my sovereign:
+In sign, whereof, this arm, that hath reclaim'd
+To your obedience fifty fortresses,
+Twelve cities and seven walled towns of strength,
+Beside five hundred prisoners of esteem,
+Lets fall his sword before your highness' feet,
+And with submissive loyalty of heart
+Ascribes the glory of his conquest got
+First to my God and next unto your grace.
+

Kneels

+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+Is this the Lord Talbot, uncle Gloucester,
+That hath so long been resident in France?
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+Yes, if it please your majesty, my liege.
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+Welcome, brave captain and victorious lord!
+When I was young, as yet I am not old,
+I do remember how my father said
+A stouter champion never handled sword.
+Long since we were resolved of your truth,
+Your faithful service and your toil in war;
+Yet never have you tasted our reward,
+Or been reguerdon'd with so much as thanks,
+Because till now we never saw your face:
+Therefore, stand up; and, for these good deserts,
+We here create you Earl of Shrewsbury;
+And in our coronation take your place.
+

Sennet. Flourish. Exeunt all but VERNON and BASSET

+
+ +VERNON +
+Now, sir, to you, that were so hot at sea,
+Disgracing of these colours that I wear
+In honour of my noble Lord of York:
+Darest thou maintain the former words thou spakest?
+
+ +BASSET +
+Yes, sir; as well as you dare patronage
+The envious barking of your saucy tongue
+Against my lord the Duke of Somerset.
+
+ +VERNON +
+Sirrah, thy lord I honour as he is.
+
+ +BASSET +
+Why, what is he? as good a man as York.
+
+ +VERNON +
+Hark ye; not so: in witness, take ye that.
+

Strikes him

+
+ +BASSET +
+Villain, thou know'st the law of arms is such
+That whoso draws a sword, 'tis present death,
+Or else this blow should broach thy dearest blood.
+But I'll unto his majesty, and crave
+I may have liberty to venge this wrong;
+When thou shalt see I'll meet thee to thy cost.
+
+ +VERNON +
+Well, miscreant, I'll be there as soon as you;
+And, after, meet you sooner than you would.
+

Exeunt

+

+

ACT IV

+

SCENE I. Paris. A hall of state.

+

+Enter KING HENRY VI, GLOUCESTER, BISHOP OF WINCHESTER, YORK, SUFFOLK, SOMERSET, WARWICK, TALBOT, EXETER, the Governor, of Paris, and others +
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+Lord bishop, set the crown upon his head.
+BISHOP
+
+ +OF WINCHESTER +
+God save King Henry, of that name the sixth!
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+Now, governor of Paris, take your oath,
+That you elect no other king but him;
+Esteem none friends but such as are his friends,
+And none your foes but such as shall pretend
+Malicious practises against his state:
+This shall ye do, so help you righteous God!
+

Enter FASTOLFE

+
+ +FASTOLFE +
+My gracious sovereign, as I rode from Calais,
+To haste unto your coronation,
+A letter was deliver'd to my hands,
+Writ to your grace from the Duke of Burgundy.
+
+ +TALBOT +
+Shame to the Duke of Burgundy and thee!
+I vow'd, base knight, when I did meet thee next,
+To tear the garter from thy craven's leg,
+

Plucking it off

+Which I have done, because unworthily
+Thou wast installed in that high degree.
+Pardon me, princely Henry, and the rest
+This dastard, at the battle of Patay,
+When but in all I was six thousand strong
+And that the French were almost ten to one,
+Before we met or that a stroke was given,
+Like to a trusty squire did run away:
+In which assault we lost twelve hundred men;
+Myself and divers gentlemen beside
+Were there surprised and taken prisoners.
+Then judge, great lords, if I have done amiss;
+Or whether that such cowards ought to wear
+This ornament of knighthood, yea or no.
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+To say the truth, this fact was infamous
+And ill beseeming any common man,
+Much more a knight, a captain and a leader.
+
+ +TALBOT +
+When first this order was ordain'd, my lords,
+Knights of the garter were of noble birth,
+Valiant and virtuous, full of haughty courage,
+Such as were grown to credit by the wars;
+Not fearing death, nor shrinking for distress,
+But always resolute in most extremes.
+He then that is not furnish'd in this sort
+Doth but usurp the sacred name of knight,
+Profaning this most honourable order,
+And should, if I were worthy to be judge,
+Be quite degraded, like a hedge-born swain
+That doth presume to boast of gentle blood.
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+Stain to thy countrymen, thou hear'st thy doom!
+Be packing, therefore, thou that wast a knight:
+Henceforth we banish thee, on pain of death.
+

Exit FASTOLFE

+And now, my lord protector, view the letter
+Sent from our uncle Duke of Burgundy.
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+What means his grace, that he hath changed his style?
+No more but, plain and bluntly, 'To the king!'
+Hath he forgot he is his sovereign?
+Or doth this churlish superscription
+Pretend some alteration in good will?
+What's here?
+

Reads

+'I have, upon especial cause,
+Moved with compassion of my country's wreck,
+Together with the pitiful complaints
+Of such as your oppression feeds upon,
+Forsaken your pernicious faction
+And join'd with Charles, the rightful King of France.'
+O monstrous treachery! can this be so,
+That in alliance, amity and oaths,
+There should be found such false dissembling guile?
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+What! doth my uncle Burgundy revolt?
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+He doth, my lord, and is become your foe.
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+Is that the worst this letter doth contain?
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+It is the worst, and all, my lord, he writes.
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+Why, then, Lord Talbot there shall talk with him
+And give him chastisement for this abuse.
+How say you, my lord? are you not content?
+
+ +TALBOT +
+Content, my liege! yes, but that I am prevented,
+I should have begg'd I might have been employ'd.
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+Then gather strength and march unto him straight:
+Let him perceive how ill we brook his treason
+And what offence it is to flout his friends.
+
+ +TALBOT +
+I go, my lord, in heart desiring still
+You may behold confusion of your foes.
+

Exit

+

Enter VERNON and BASSET

+
+ +VERNON +
+Grant me the combat, gracious sovereign.
+
+ +BASSET +
+And me, my lord, grant me the combat too.
+
+ +YORK +
+This is my servant: hear him, noble prince.
+
+ +SOMERSET +
+And this is mine: sweet Henry, favour him.
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+Be patient, lords; and give them leave to speak.
+Say, gentlemen, what makes you thus exclaim?
+And wherefore crave you combat? or with whom?
+
+ +VERNON +
+With him, my lord; for he hath done me wrong.
+
+ +BASSET +
+And I with him; for he hath done me wrong.
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+What is that wrong whereof you both complain?
+First let me know, and then I'll answer you.
+
+ +BASSET +
+Crossing the sea from England into France,
+This fellow here, with envious carping tongue,
+Upbraided me about the rose I wear;
+Saying, the sanguine colour of the leaves
+Did represent my master's blushing cheeks,
+When stubbornly he did repugn the truth
+About a certain question in the law
+Argued betwixt the Duke of York and him;
+With other vile and ignominious terms:
+In confutation of which rude reproach
+And in defence of my lord's worthiness,
+I crave the benefit of law of arms.
+
+ +VERNON +
+And that is my petition, noble lord:
+For though he seem with forged quaint conceit
+To set a gloss upon his bold intent,
+Yet know, my lord, I was provoked by him;
+And he first took exceptions at this badge,
+Pronouncing that the paleness of this flower
+Bewray'd the faintness of my master's heart.
+
+ +YORK +
+Will not this malice, Somerset, be left?
+
+ +SOMERSET +
+Your private grudge, my Lord of York, will out,
+Though ne'er so cunningly you smother it.
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+Good Lord, what madness rules in brainsick men,
+When for so slight and frivolous a cause
+Such factious emulations shall arise!
+Good cousins both, of York and Somerset,
+Quiet yourselves, I pray, and be at peace.
+
+ +YORK +
+Let this dissension first be tried by fight,
+And then your highness shall command a peace.
+
+ +SOMERSET +
+The quarrel toucheth none but us alone;
+Betwixt ourselves let us decide it then.
+
+ +YORK +
+There is my pledge; accept it, Somerset.
+
+ +VERNON +
+Nay, let it rest where it began at first.
+
+ +BASSET +
+Confirm it so, mine honourable lord.
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+Confirm it so! Confounded be your strife!
+And perish ye, with your audacious prate!
+Presumptuous vassals, are you not ashamed
+With this immodest clamorous outrage
+To trouble and disturb the king and us?
+And you, my lords, methinks you do not well
+To bear with their perverse objections;
+Much less to take occasion from their mouths
+To raise a mutiny betwixt yourselves:
+Let me persuade you take a better course.
+
+ +EXETER +
+It grieves his highness: good my lords, be friends.
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+Come hither, you that would be combatants:
+Henceforth I charge you, as you love our favour,
+Quite to forget this quarrel and the cause.
+And you, my lords, remember where we are,
+In France, amongst a fickle wavering nation:
+If they perceive dissension in our looks
+And that within ourselves we disagree,
+How will their grudging stomachs be provoked
+To wilful disobedience, and rebel!
+Beside, what infamy will there arise,
+When foreign princes shall be certified
+That for a toy, a thing of no regard,
+King Henry's peers and chief nobility
+Destroy'd themselves, and lost the realm of France!
+O, think upon the conquest of my father,
+My tender years, and let us not forego
+That for a trifle that was bought with blood
+Let me be umpire in this doubtful strife.
+I see no reason, if I wear this rose,
+

Putting on a red rose

+That any one should therefore be suspicious
+I more incline to Somerset than York:
+Both are my kinsmen, and I love them both:
+As well they may upbraid me with my crown,
+Because, forsooth, the king of Scots is crown'd.
+But your discretions better can persuade
+Than I am able to instruct or teach:
+And therefore, as we hither came in peace,
+So let us still continue peace and love.
+Cousin of York, we institute your grace
+To be our regent in these parts of France:
+And, good my Lord of Somerset, unite
+Your troops of horsemen with his bands of foot;
+And, like true subjects, sons of your progenitors,
+Go cheerfully together and digest.
+Your angry choler on your enemies.
+Ourself, my lord protector and the rest
+After some respite will return to Calais;
+From thence to England; where I hope ere long
+To be presented, by your victories,
+With Charles, Alencon and that traitorous rout.
+

Flourish. Exeunt all but YORK, WARWICK, EXETER and VERNON

+
+ +WARWICK +
+My Lord of York, I promise you, the king
+Prettily, methought, did play the orator.
+
+ +YORK +
+And so he did; but yet I like it not,
+In that he wears the badge of Somerset.
+
+ +WARWICK +
+Tush, that was but his fancy, blame him not;
+I dare presume, sweet prince, he thought no harm.
+
+ +YORK +
+An if I wist he did,--but let it rest;
+Other affairs must now be managed.
+

Exeunt all but EXETER

+
+ +EXETER +
+Well didst thou, Richard, to suppress thy voice;
+For, had the passions of thy heart burst out,
+I fear we should have seen decipher'd there
+More rancorous spite, more furious raging broils,
+Than yet can be imagined or supposed.
+But howsoe'er, no simple man that sees
+This jarring discord of nobility,
+This shouldering of each other in the court,
+This factious bandying of their favourites,
+But that it doth presage some ill event.
+'Tis much when sceptres are in children's hands;
+But more when envy breeds unkind division;
+There comes the rain, there begins confusion.
+

Exit

+
+

SCENE II. Before Bourdeaux.

+

+Enter TALBOT, with trump and drum +
+ +TALBOT +
+Go to the gates of Bourdeaux, trumpeter:
+Summon their general unto the wall.
+

Trumpet sounds. Enter General and others, aloft

+English John Talbot, captains, calls you forth,
+Servant in arms to Harry King of England;
+And thus he would: Open your city gates;
+Be humble to us; call my sovereign yours,
+And do him homage as obedient subjects;
+And I'll withdraw me and my bloody power:
+But, if you frown upon this proffer'd peace,
+You tempt the fury of my three attendants,
+Lean famine, quartering steel, and climbing fire;
+Who in a moment even with the earth
+Shall lay your stately and air-braving towers,
+If you forsake the offer of their love.
+
+ +General +
+Thou ominous and fearful owl of death,
+Our nation's terror and their bloody scourge!
+The period of thy tyranny approacheth.
+On us thou canst not enter but by death;
+For, I protest, we are well fortified
+And strong enough to issue out and fight:
+If thou retire, the Dauphin, well appointed,
+Stands with the snares of war to tangle thee:
+On either hand thee there are squadrons pitch'd,
+To wall thee from the liberty of flight;
+And no way canst thou turn thee for redress,
+But death doth front thee with apparent spoil
+And pale destruction meets thee in the face.
+Ten thousand French have ta'en the sacrament
+To rive their dangerous artillery
+Upon no Christian soul but English Talbot.
+Lo, there thou stand'st, a breathing valiant man,
+Of an invincible unconquer'd spirit!
+This is the latest glory of thy praise
+That I, thy enemy, due thee withal;
+For ere the glass, that now begins to run,
+Finish the process of his sandy hour,
+These eyes, that see thee now well coloured,
+Shall see thee wither'd, bloody, pale and dead.
+

Drum afar off

+Hark! hark! the Dauphin's drum, a warning bell,
+Sings heavy music to thy timorous soul;
+And mine shall ring thy dire departure out.
+

Exeunt General, & c

+
+ +TALBOT +
+He fables not; I hear the enemy:
+Out, some light horsemen, and peruse their wings.
+O, negligent and heedless discipline!
+How are we park'd and bounded in a pale,
+A little herd of England's timorous deer,
+Mazed with a yelping kennel of French curs!
+If we be English deer, be then in blood;
+Not rascal-like, to fall down with a pinch,
+But rather, moody-mad and desperate stags,
+Turn on the bloody hounds with heads of steel
+And make the cowards stand aloof at bay:
+Sell every man his life as dear as mine,
+And they shall find dear deer of us, my friends.
+God and Saint George, Talbot and England's right,
+Prosper our colours in this dangerous fight!
+

Exeunt

+
+

SCENE III. Plains in Gascony.

+

+Enter a Messenger that meets YORK. Enter YORK with trumpet and many Soldiers +
+ +YORK +
+Are not the speedy scouts return'd again,
+That dogg'd the mighty army of the Dauphin?
+
+ +Messenger +
+They are return'd, my lord, and give it out
+That he is march'd to Bourdeaux with his power,
+To fight with Talbot: as he march'd along,
+By your espials were discovered
+Two mightier troops than that the Dauphin led,
+Which join'd with him and made their march for Bourdeaux.
+
+ +YORK +
+A plague upon that villain Somerset,
+That thus delays my promised supply
+Of horsemen, that were levied for this siege!
+Renowned Talbot doth expect my aid,
+And I am lowted by a traitor villain
+And cannot help the noble chevalier:
+God comfort him in this necessity!
+If he miscarry, farewell wars in France.
+

Enter Sir William LUCY

+
+ +LUCY +
+Thou princely leader of our English strength,
+Never so needful on the earth of France,
+Spur to the rescue of the noble Talbot,
+Who now is girdled with a waist of iron
+And hemm'd about with grim destruction:
+To Bourdeaux, warlike duke! to Bourdeaux, York!
+Else, farewell Talbot, France, and England's honour.
+
+ +YORK +
+O God, that Somerset, who in proud heart
+Doth stop my cornets, were in Talbot's place!
+So should we save a valiant gentleman
+By forfeiting a traitor and a coward.
+Mad ire and wrathful fury makes me weep,
+That thus we die, while remiss traitors sleep.
+
+ +LUCY +
+O, send some succor to the distress'd lord!
+
+ +YORK +
+He dies, we lose; I break my warlike word;
+We mourn, France smiles; we lose, they daily get;
+All 'long of this vile traitor Somerset.
+
+ +LUCY +
+Then God take mercy on brave Talbot's soul;
+And on his son young John, who two hours since
+I met in travel toward his warlike father!
+This seven years did not Talbot see his son;
+And now they meet where both their lives are done.
+
+ +YORK +
+Alas, what joy shall noble Talbot have
+To bid his young son welcome to his grave?
+Away! vexation almost stops my breath,
+That sunder'd friends greet in the hour of death.
+Lucy, farewell; no more my fortune can,
+But curse the cause I cannot aid the man.
+Maine, Blois, Poictiers, and Tours, are won away,
+'Long all of Somerset and his delay.
+

Exit, with his soldiers

+
+ +LUCY +
+Thus, while the vulture of sedition
+Feeds in the bosom of such great commanders,
+Sleeping neglection doth betray to loss
+The conquest of our scarce cold conqueror,
+That ever living man of memory,
+Henry the Fifth: whiles they each other cross,
+Lives, honours, lands and all hurry to loss.
+

Exit

+
+

SCENE IV. Other plains in Gascony.

+

+Enter SOMERSET, with his army; a Captain of TALBOT's with him +
+ +SOMERSET +
+It is too late; I cannot send them now:
+This expedition was by York and Talbot
+Too rashly plotted: all our general force
+Might with a sally of the very town
+Be buckled with: the over-daring Talbot
+Hath sullied all his gloss of former honour
+By this unheedful, desperate, wild adventure:
+York set him on to fight and die in shame,
+That, Talbot dead, great York might bear the name.
+
+ +Captain +
+Here is Sir William Lucy, who with me
+Set from our o'ermatch'd forces forth for aid.
+

Enter Sir William LUCY

+
+ +SOMERSET +
+How now, Sir William! whither were you sent?
+
+ +LUCY +
+Whither, my lord? from bought and sold Lord Talbot;
+Who, ring'd about with bold adversity,
+Cries out for noble York and Somerset,
+To beat assailing death from his weak legions:
+And whiles the honourable captain there
+Drops bloody sweat from his war-wearied limbs,
+And, in advantage lingering, looks for rescue,
+You, his false hopes, the trust of England's honour,
+Keep off aloof with worthless emulation.
+Let not your private discord keep away
+The levied succors that should lend him aid,
+While he, renowned noble gentleman,
+Yields up his life unto a world of odds:
+Orleans the Bastard, Charles, Burgundy,
+Alencon, Reignier, compass him about,
+And Talbot perisheth by your default.
+
+ +SOMERSET +
+York set him on; York should have sent him aid.
+
+ +LUCY +
+And York as fast upon your grace exclaims;
+Swearing that you withhold his levied host,
+Collected for this expedition.
+
+ +SOMERSET +
+York lies; he might have sent and had the horse;
+I owe him little duty, and less love;
+And take foul scorn to fawn on him by sending.
+
+ +LUCY +
+The fraud of England, not the force of France,
+Hath now entrapp'd the noble-minded Talbot:
+Never to England shall he bear his life;
+But dies, betray'd to fortune by your strife.
+
+ +SOMERSET +
+Come, go; I will dispatch the horsemen straight:
+Within six hours they will be at his aid.
+
+ +LUCY +
+Too late comes rescue: he is ta'en or slain;
+For fly he could not, if he would have fled;
+And fly would Talbot never, though he might.
+
+ +SOMERSET +
+If he be dead, brave Talbot, then adieu!
+
+ +LUCY +
+His fame lives in the world, his shame in you.
+

Exeunt

+
+

SCENE V. The English camp near Bourdeaux.

+

+Enter TALBOT and JOHN his son +
+ +TALBOT +
+O young John Talbot! I did send for thee
+To tutor thee in stratagems of war,
+That Talbot's name might be in thee revived
+When sapless age and weak unable limbs
+Should bring thy father to his drooping chair.
+But, O malignant and ill-boding stars!
+Now thou art come unto a feast of death,
+A terrible and unavoided danger:
+Therefore, dear boy, mount on my swiftest horse;
+And I'll direct thee how thou shalt escape
+By sudden flight: come, dally not, be gone.
+
+ +JOHN TALBOT +
+Is my name Talbot? and am I your son?
+And shall I fly? O if you love my mother,
+Dishonour not her honourable name,
+To make a bastard and a slave of me!
+The world will say, he is not Talbot's blood,
+That basely fled when noble Talbot stood.
+
+ +TALBOT +
+Fly, to revenge my death, if I be slain.
+
+ +JOHN TALBOT +
+He that flies so will ne'er return again.
+
+ +TALBOT +
+If we both stay, we both are sure to die.
+
+ +JOHN TALBOT +
+Then let me stay; and, father, do you fly:
+Your loss is great, so your regard should be;
+My worth unknown, no loss is known in me.
+Upon my death the French can little boast;
+In yours they will, in you all hopes are lost.
+Flight cannot stain the honour you have won;
+But mine it will, that no exploit have done:
+You fled for vantage, everyone will swear;
+But, if I bow, they'll say it was for fear.
+There is no hope that ever I will stay,
+If the first hour I shrink and run away.
+Here on my knee I beg mortality,
+Rather than life preserved with infamy.
+
+ +TALBOT +
+Shall all thy mother's hopes lie in one tomb?
+
+ +JOHN TALBOT +
+Ay, rather than I'll shame my mother's womb.
+
+ +TALBOT +
+Upon my blessing, I command thee go.
+
+ +JOHN TALBOT +
+To fight I will, but not to fly the foe.
+
+ +TALBOT +
+Part of thy father may be saved in thee.
+
+ +JOHN TALBOT +
+No part of him but will be shame in me.
+
+ +TALBOT +
+Thou never hadst renown, nor canst not lose it.
+
+ +JOHN TALBOT +
+Yes, your renowned name: shall flight abuse it?
+
+ +TALBOT +
+Thy father's charge shall clear thee from that stain.
+
+ +JOHN TALBOT +
+You cannot witness for me, being slain.
+If death be so apparent, then both fly.
+
+ +TALBOT +
+And leave my followers here to fight and die?
+My age was never tainted with such shame.
+
+ +JOHN TALBOT +
+And shall my youth be guilty of such blame?
+No more can I be sever'd from your side,
+Than can yourself yourself in twain divide:
+Stay, go, do what you will, the like do I;
+For live I will not, if my father die.
+
+ +TALBOT +
+Then here I take my leave of thee, fair son,
+Born to eclipse thy life this afternoon.
+Come, side by side together live and die.
+And soul with soul from France to heaven fly.
+

Exeunt

+
+

SCENE VI. A field of battle.

+

+Alarum: excursions, wherein JOHN TALBOT is hemmed about, and TALBOT rescues him +
+ +TALBOT +
+Saint George and victory! fight, soldiers, fight.
+The regent hath with Talbot broke his word
+And left us to the rage of France his sword.
+Where is John Talbot? Pause, and take thy breath;
+I gave thee life and rescued thee from death.
+
+ +JOHN TALBOT +
+O, twice my father, twice am I thy son!
+The life thou gavest me first was lost and done,
+Till with thy warlike sword, despite of late,
+To my determined time thou gavest new date.
+
+ +TALBOT +
+When from the Dauphin's crest thy sword struck fire,
+It warm'd thy father's heart with proud desire
+Of bold-faced victory. Then leaden age,
+Quicken'd with youthful spleen and warlike rage,
+Beat down Alencon, Orleans, Burgundy,
+And from the pride of Gallia rescued thee.
+The ireful bastard Orleans, that drew blood
+From thee, my boy, and had the maidenhood
+Of thy first fight, I soon encountered,
+And interchanging blows I quickly shed
+Some of his bastard blood; and in disgrace
+Bespoke him thus; 'Contaminated, base
+And misbegotten blood I spill of thine,
+Mean and right poor, for that pure blood of mine
+Which thou didst force from Talbot, my brave boy:'
+Here, purposing the Bastard to destroy,
+Came in strong rescue. Speak, thy father's care,
+Art thou not weary, John? how dost thou fare?
+Wilt thou yet leave the battle, boy, and fly,
+Now thou art seal'd the son of chivalry?
+Fly, to revenge my death when I am dead:
+The help of one stands me in little stead.
+O, too much folly is it, well I wot,
+To hazard all our lives in one small boat!
+If I to-day die not with Frenchmen's rage,
+To-morrow I shall die with mickle age:
+By me they nothing gain an if I stay;
+'Tis but the shortening of my life one day:
+In thee thy mother dies, our household's name,
+My death's revenge, thy youth, and England's fame:
+All these and more we hazard by thy stay;
+All these are saved if thou wilt fly away.
+
+ +JOHN TALBOT +
+The sword of Orleans hath not made me smart;
+These words of yours draw life-blood from my heart:
+On that advantage, bought with such a shame,
+To save a paltry life and slay bright fame,
+Before young Talbot from old Talbot fly,
+The coward horse that bears me fail and die!
+And like me to the peasant boys of France,
+To be shame's scorn and subject of mischance!
+Surely, by all the glory you have won,
+An if I fly, I am not Talbot's son:
+Then talk no more of flight, it is no boot;
+If son to Talbot, die at Talbot's foot.
+
+ +TALBOT +
+Then follow thou thy desperate sire of Crete,
+Thou Icarus; thy life to me is sweet:
+If thou wilt fight, fight by thy father's side;
+And, commendable proved, let's die in pride.
+

Exeunt

+
+

SCENE VII. Another part of the field.

+

+Alarum: excursions. Enter TALBOT led by a Servant +
+ +TALBOT +
+Where is my other life? mine own is gone;
+O, where's young Talbot? where is valiant John?
+Triumphant death, smear'd with captivity,
+Young Talbot's valour makes me smile at thee:
+When he perceived me shrink and on my knee,
+His bloody sword he brandish'd over me,
+And, like a hungry lion, did commence
+Rough deeds of rage and stern impatience;
+But when my angry guardant stood alone,
+Tendering my ruin and assail'd of none,
+Dizzy-eyed fury and great rage of heart
+Suddenly made him from my side to start
+Into the clustering battle of the French;
+And in that sea of blood my boy did drench
+His over-mounting spirit, and there died,
+My Icarus, my blossom, in his pride.
+
+ +Servant +
+O, my dear lord, lo, where your son is borne!
+

Enter Soldiers, with the body of JOHN TALBOT

+
+ +TALBOT +
+Thou antic death, which laugh'st us here to scorn,
+Anon, from thy insulting tyranny,
+Coupled in bonds of perpetuity,
+Two Talbots, winged through the lither sky,
+In thy despite shall 'scape mortality.
+O, thou, whose wounds become hard-favour'd death,
+Speak to thy father ere thou yield thy breath!
+Brave death by speaking, whether he will or no;
+Imagine him a Frenchman and thy foe.
+Poor boy! he smiles, methinks, as who should say,
+Had death been French, then death had died to-day.
+Come, come and lay him in his father's arms:
+My spirit can no longer bear these harms.
+Soldiers, adieu! I have what I would have,
+Now my old arms are young John Talbot's grave.
+

Dies

+

Enter CHARLES, ALENCON, BURGUNDY, BASTARD OF ORLEANS, JOAN LA PUCELLE, and forces

+
+ +CHARLES +
+Had York and Somerset brought rescue in,
+We should have found a bloody day of this.
+
+ +BASTARD OF ORLEANS +
+How the young whelp of Talbot's, raging-wood,
+Did flesh his puny sword in Frenchmen's blood!
+
+ +JOAN LA PUCELLE +
+Once I encounter'd him, and thus I said:
+'Thou maiden youth, be vanquish'd by a maid:'
+But, with a proud majestical high scorn,
+He answer'd thus: 'Young Talbot was not born
+To be the pillage of a giglot wench:'
+So, rushing in the bowels of the French,
+He left me proudly, as unworthy fight.
+
+ +BURGUNDY +
+Doubtless he would have made a noble knight;
+See, where he lies inhearsed in the arms
+Of the most bloody nurser of his harms!
+
+ +BASTARD OF ORLEANS +
+Hew them to pieces, hack their bones asunder
+Whose life was England's glory, Gallia's wonder.
+
+ +CHARLES +
+O, no, forbear! for that which we have fled
+During the life, let us not wrong it dead.
+

Enter Sir William LUCY, attended; Herald of the French preceding

+
+ +LUCY +
+Herald, conduct me to the Dauphin's tent,
+To know who hath obtained the glory of the day.
+
+ +CHARLES +
+On what submissive message art thou sent?
+
+ +LUCY +
+Submission, Dauphin! 'tis a mere French word;
+We English warriors wot not what it means.
+I come to know what prisoners thou hast ta'en
+And to survey the bodies of the dead.
+
+ +CHARLES +
+For prisoners ask'st thou? hell our prison is.
+But tell me whom thou seek'st.
+
+ +LUCY +
+But where's the great Alcides of the field,
+Valiant Lord Talbot, Earl of Shrewsbury,
+Created, for his rare success in arms,
+Great Earl of Washford, Waterford and Valence;
+Lord Talbot of Goodrig and Urchinfield,
+Lord Strange of Blackmere, Lord Verdun of Alton,
+Lord Cromwell of Wingfield, Lord Furnival of Sheffield,
+The thrice-victorious Lord of Falconbridge;
+Knight of the noble order of Saint George,
+Worthy Saint Michael and the Golden Fleece;
+Great marshal to Henry the Sixth
+Of all his wars within the realm of France?
+
+ +JOAN LA PUCELLE +
+Here is a silly stately style indeed!
+The Turk, that two and fifty kingdoms hath,
+Writes not so tedious a style as this.
+Him that thou magnifiest with all these titles
+Stinking and fly-blown lies here at our feet.
+
+ +LUCY +
+Is Talbot slain, the Frenchmen's only scourge,
+Your kingdom's terror and black Nemesis?
+O, were mine eyeballs into bullets turn'd,
+That I in rage might shoot them at your faces!
+O, that I could but call these dead to life!
+It were enough to fright the realm of France:
+Were but his picture left amongst you here,
+It would amaze the proudest of you all.
+Give me their bodies, that I may bear them hence
+And give them burial as beseems their worth.
+
+ +JOAN LA PUCELLE +
+I think this upstart is old Talbot's ghost,
+He speaks with such a proud commanding spirit.
+For God's sake let him have 'em; to keep them here,
+They would but stink, and putrefy the air.
+
+ +CHARLES +
+Go, take their bodies hence.
+
+ +LUCY +
+I'll bear them hence; but from their ashes shall be rear'd
+A phoenix that shall make all France afeard.
+
+ +CHARLES +
+So we be rid of them, do with 'em what thou wilt.
+And now to Paris, in this conquering vein:
+All will be ours, now bloody Talbot's slain.
+

Exeunt

+

+

ACT V

+

SCENE I. London. The palace.

+

+Sennet. Enter KING HENRY VI, GLOUCESTER, and EXETER +
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+Have you perused the letters from the pope,
+The emperor and the Earl of Armagnac?
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+I have, my lord: and their intent is this:
+They humbly sue unto your excellence
+To have a godly peace concluded of
+Between the realms of England and of France.
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+How doth your grace affect their motion?
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+Well, my good lord; and as the only means
+To stop effusion of our Christian blood
+And 'stablish quietness on every side.
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+Ay, marry, uncle; for I always thought
+It was both impious and unnatural
+That such immanity and bloody strife
+Should reign among professors of one faith.
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+Beside, my lord, the sooner to effect
+And surer bind this knot of amity,
+The Earl of Armagnac, near knit to Charles,
+A man of great authority in France,
+Proffers his only daughter to your grace
+In marriage, with a large and sumptuous dowry.
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+Marriage, uncle! alas, my years are young!
+And fitter is my study and my books
+Than wanton dalliance with a paramour.
+Yet call the ambassador; and, as you please,
+So let them have their answers every one:
+I shall be well content with any choice
+Tends to God's glory and my country's weal.
+

Enter CARDINAL OF WINCHESTER in Cardinal's habit, a Legate and two Ambassadors

+
+ +EXETER +
+What! is my Lord of Winchester install'd,
+And call'd unto a cardinal's degree?
+Then I perceive that will be verified
+Henry the Fifth did sometime prophesy,
+'If once he come to be a cardinal,
+He'll make his cap co-equal with the crown.'
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+My lords ambassadors, your several suits
+Have been consider'd and debated on.
+And therefore are we certainly resolved
+To draw conditions of a friendly peace;
+Which by my Lord of Winchester we mean
+Shall be transported presently to France.
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+And for the proffer of my lord your master,
+I have inform'd his highness so at large
+As liking of the lady's virtuous gifts,
+Her beauty and the value of her dower,
+He doth intend she shall be England's queen.
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+In argument and proof of which contract,
+Bear her this jewel, pledge of my affection.
+And so, my lord protector, see them guarded
+And safely brought to Dover; where inshipp'd
+Commit them to the fortune of the sea.
+

Exeunt all but CARDINAL OF WINCHESTER and Legate

+CARDINAL
+
+ +OF WINCHESTER +
+Stay, my lord legate: you shall first receive
+The sum of money which I promised
+Should be deliver'd to his holiness
+For clothing me in these grave ornaments.
+
+ +Legate +
+I will attend upon your lordship's leisure.
+CARDINAL
+
+ +OF WINCHESTER +
+[Aside] Now Winchester will not submit, I trow,
+Or be inferior to the proudest peer.
+Humphrey of Gloucester, thou shalt well perceive
+That, neither in birth or for authority,
+The bishop will be overborne by thee:
+I'll either make thee stoop and bend thy knee,
+Or sack this country with a mutiny.
+

Exeunt

+
+

SCENE II. France. Plains in Anjou.

+

+Enter CHARLES, BURGUNDY, ALENCON, BASTARD OF ORLEANS, REIGNIER, JOAN LA PUCELLE, and forces +
+ +CHARLES +
+These news, my lord, may cheer our drooping spirits:
+'Tis said the stout Parisians do revolt
+And turn again unto the warlike French.
+
+ +ALENCON +
+Then march to Paris, royal Charles of France,
+And keep not back your powers in dalliance.
+
+ +JOAN LA PUCELLE +
+Peace be amongst them, if they turn to us;
+Else, ruin combat with their palaces!
+

Enter Scout

+
+ +Scout +
+Success unto our valiant general,
+And happiness to his accomplices!
+
+ +CHARLES +
+What tidings send our scouts? I prithee, speak.
+
+ +Scout +
+The English army, that divided was
+Into two parties, is now conjoined in one,
+And means to give you battle presently.
+
+ +CHARLES +
+Somewhat too sudden, sirs, the warning is;
+But we will presently provide for them.
+
+ +BURGUNDY +
+I trust the ghost of Talbot is not there:
+Now he is gone, my lord, you need not fear.
+
+ +JOAN LA PUCELLE +
+Of all base passions, fear is most accursed.
+Command the conquest, Charles, it shall be thine,
+Let Henry fret and all the world repine.
+
+ +CHARLES +
+Then on, my lords; and France be fortunate!
+

Exeunt

+
+

SCENE III. Before Angiers.

+

+Alarum. Excursions. Enter JOAN LA PUCELLE +
+ +JOAN LA PUCELLE +
+The regent conquers, and the Frenchmen fly.
+Now help, ye charming spells and periapts;
+And ye choice spirits that admonish me
+And give me signs of future accidents.
+

Thunder

+You speedy helpers, that are substitutes
+Under the lordly monarch of the north,
+Appear and aid me in this enterprise.
+

Enter Fiends

+This speedy and quick appearance argues proof
+Of your accustom'd diligence to me.
+Now, ye familiar spirits, that are cull'd
+Out of the powerful regions under earth,
+Help me this once, that France may get the field.
+

They walk, and speak not

+O, hold me not with silence over-long!
+Where I was wont to feed you with my blood,
+I'll lop a member off and give it you
+In earnest of further benefit,
+So you do condescend to help me now.
+

They hang their heads

+No hope to have redress? My body shall
+Pay recompense, if you will grant my suit.
+

They shake their heads

+Cannot my body nor blood-sacrifice
+Entreat you to your wonted furtherance?
+Then take my soul, my body, soul and all,
+Before that England give the French the foil.
+

They depart

+See, they forsake me! Now the time is come
+That France must vail her lofty-plumed crest
+And let her head fall into England's lap.
+My ancient incantations are too weak,
+And hell too strong for me to buckle with:
+Now, France, thy glory droopeth to the dust.
+

Exit

+

Excursions. Re-enter JOAN LA PUCELLE fighting hand to hand with YORK. JOAN LA PUCELLE is taken. The French fly.

+
+ +YORK +
+Damsel of France, I think I have you fast:
+Unchain your spirits now with spelling charms
+And try if they can gain your liberty.
+A goodly prize, fit for the devil's grace!
+See, how the ugly wench doth bend her brows,
+As if with Circe she would change my shape!
+
+ +JOAN LA PUCELLE +
+Changed to a worser shape thou canst not be.
+
+ +YORK +
+O, Charles the Dauphin is a proper man;
+No shape but his can please your dainty eye.
+
+ +JOAN LA PUCELLE +
+A plaguing mischief light on Charles and thee!
+And may ye both be suddenly surprised
+By bloody hands, in sleeping on your beds!
+
+ +YORK +
+Fell banning hag, enchantress, hold thy tongue!
+
+ +JOAN LA PUCELLE +
+I prithee, give me leave to curse awhile.
+
+ +YORK +
+Curse, miscreant, when thou comest to the stake.
+

Exeunt

+

Alarum. Enter SUFFOLK with MARGARET in his hand

+
+ +SUFFOLK +
+Be what thou wilt, thou art my prisoner.
+

Gazes on her

+O fairest beauty, do not fear nor fly!
+For I will touch thee but with reverent hands;
+I kiss these fingers for eternal peace,
+And lay them gently on thy tender side.
+Who art thou? say, that I may honour thee.
+
+ +MARGARET +
+Margaret my name, and daughter to a king,
+The King of Naples, whosoe'er thou art.
+
+ +SUFFOLK +
+An earl I am, and Suffolk am I call'd.
+Be not offended, nature's miracle,
+Thou art allotted to be ta'en by me:
+So doth the swan her downy cygnets save,
+Keeping them prisoner underneath her wings.
+Yet, if this servile usage once offend.
+Go, and be free again, as Suffolk's friend.
+

She is going

+O, stay! I have no power to let her pass;
+My hand would free her, but my heart says no
+As plays the sun upon the glassy streams,
+Twinkling another counterfeited beam,
+So seems this gorgeous beauty to mine eyes.
+Fain would I woo her, yet I dare not speak:
+I'll call for pen and ink, and write my mind.
+Fie, de la Pole! disable not thyself;
+Hast not a tongue? is she not here?
+Wilt thou be daunted at a woman's sight?
+Ay, beauty's princely majesty is such,
+Confounds the tongue and makes the senses rough.
+
+ +MARGARET +
+Say, Earl of Suffolk--if thy name be so--
+What ransom must I pay before I pass?
+For I perceive I am thy prisoner.
+
+ +SUFFOLK +
+How canst thou tell she will deny thy suit,
+Before thou make a trial of her love?
+
+ +MARGARET +
+Why speak'st thou not? what ransom must I pay?
+
+ +SUFFOLK +
+She's beautiful, and therefore to be woo'd;
+She is a woman, therefore to be won.
+
+ +MARGARET +
+Wilt thou accept of ransom? yea, or no.
+
+ +SUFFOLK +
+Fond man, remember that thou hast a wife;
+Then how can Margaret be thy paramour?
+
+ +MARGARET +
+I were best to leave him, for he will not hear.
+
+ +SUFFOLK +
+There all is marr'd; there lies a cooling card.
+
+ +MARGARET +
+He talks at random; sure, the man is mad.
+
+ +SUFFOLK +
+And yet a dispensation may be had.
+
+ +MARGARET +
+And yet I would that you would answer me.
+
+ +SUFFOLK +
+I'll win this Lady Margaret. For whom?
+Why, for my king: tush, that's a wooden thing!
+
+ +MARGARET +
+He talks of wood: it is some carpenter.
+
+ +SUFFOLK +
+Yet so my fancy may be satisfied,
+And peace established between these realms
+But there remains a scruple in that too;
+For though her father be the King of Naples,
+Duke of Anjou and Maine, yet is he poor,
+And our nobility will scorn the match.
+
+ +MARGARET +
+Hear ye, captain, are you not at leisure?
+
+ +SUFFOLK +
+It shall be so, disdain they ne'er so much.
+Henry is youthful and will quickly yield.
+Madam, I have a secret to reveal.
+
+ +MARGARET +
+What though I be enthrall'd? he seems a knight,
+And will not any way dishonour me.
+
+ +SUFFOLK +
+Lady, vouchsafe to listen what I say.
+
+ +MARGARET +
+Perhaps I shall be rescued by the French;
+And then I need not crave his courtesy.
+
+ +SUFFOLK +
+Sweet madam, give me a hearing in a cause--
+
+ +MARGARET +
+Tush, women have been captivate ere now.
+
+ +SUFFOLK +
+Lady, wherefore talk you so?
+
+ +MARGARET +
+I cry you mercy, 'tis but Quid for Quo.
+
+ +SUFFOLK +
+Say, gentle princess, would you not suppose
+Your bondage happy, to be made a queen?
+
+ +MARGARET +
+To be a queen in bondage is more vile
+Than is a slave in base servility;
+For princes should be free.
+
+ +SUFFOLK +
+And so shall you,
+If happy England's royal king be free.
+
+ +MARGARET +
+Why, what concerns his freedom unto me?
+
+ +SUFFOLK +
+I'll undertake to make thee Henry's queen,
+To put a golden sceptre in thy hand
+And set a precious crown upon thy head,
+If thou wilt condescend to be my--
+
+ +MARGARET +
+What?
+
+ +SUFFOLK +
+His love.
+
+ +MARGARET +
+I am unworthy to be Henry's wife.
+
+ +SUFFOLK +
+No, gentle madam; I unworthy am
+To woo so fair a dame to be his wife,
+And have no portion in the choice myself.
+How say you, madam, are ye so content?
+
+ +MARGARET +
+An if my father please, I am content.
+
+ +SUFFOLK +
+Then call our captains and our colours forth.
+And, madam, at your father's castle walls
+We'll crave a parley, to confer with him.
+

A parley sounded. Enter REIGNIER on the walls

+See, Reignier, see, thy daughter prisoner!
+
+ +REIGNIER +
+To whom?
+
+ +SUFFOLK +
+ To me.
+
+ +REIGNIER +
+ Suffolk, what remedy?
+I am a soldier, and unapt to weep,
+Or to exclaim on fortune's fickleness.
+
+ +SU FFOLK +
+Yes, there is remedy enough, my lord:
+Consent, and for thy honour give consent,
+Thy daughter shall be wedded to my king;
+Whom I with pain have woo'd and won thereto;
+And this her easy-held imprisonment
+Hath gained thy daughter princely liberty.
+
+ +REIGNIER +
+Speaks Suffolk as he thinks?
+
+ +SUFFOLK +
+Fair Margaret knows
+That Suffolk doth not flatter, face, or feign.
+
+ +REIGNIER +
+Upon thy princely warrant, I descend
+To give thee answer of thy just demand.
+

Exit from the walls

+
+ +SUFFOLK +
+And here I will expect thy coming.
+

Trumpets sound. Enter REIGNIER, below

+
+ +REIGNIER +
+Welcome, brave earl, into our territories:
+Command in Anjou what your honour pleases.
+
+ +SUFFOLK +
+Thanks, Reignier, happy for so sweet a child,
+Fit to be made companion with a king:
+What answer makes your grace unto my suit?
+
+ +REIGNIER +
+Since thou dost deign to woo her little worth
+To be the princely bride of such a lord;
+Upon condition I may quietly
+Enjoy mine own, the country Maine and Anjou,
+Free from oppression or the stroke of war,
+My daughter shall be Henry's, if he please.
+
+ +SUFFOLK +
+That is her ransom; I deliver her;
+And those two counties I will undertake
+Your grace shall well and quietly enjoy.
+
+ +REIGNIER +
+And I again, in Henry's royal name,
+As deputy unto that gracious king,
+Give thee her hand, for sign of plighted faith.
+
+ +SUFFOLK +
+Reignier of France, I give thee kingly thanks,
+Because this is in traffic of a king.
+

Aside

+And yet, methinks, I could be well content
+To be mine own attorney in this case.
+I'll over then to England with this news,
+And make this marriage to be solemnized.
+So farewell, Reignier: set this diamond safe
+In golden palaces, as it becomes.
+
+ +REIGNIER +
+I do embrace thee, as I would embrace
+The Christian prince, King Henry, were he here.
+
+ +MARGARET +
+Farewell, my lord: good wishes, praise and prayers
+Shall Suffolk ever have of Margaret.
+

Going

+
+ +SUFFOLK +
+Farewell, sweet madam: but hark you, Margaret;
+No princely commendations to my king?
+
+ +MARGARET +
+Such commendations as becomes a maid,
+A virgin and his servant, say to him.
+
+ +SUFFOLK +
+Words sweetly placed and modestly directed.
+But madam, I must trouble you again;
+No loving token to his majesty?
+
+ +MARGARET +
+Yes, my good lord, a pure unspotted heart,
+Never yet taint with love, I send the king.
+
+ +SUFFOLK +
+And this withal.
+

Kisses her

+
+ +MARGARET +
+That for thyself: I will not so presume
+To send such peevish tokens to a king.
+

Exeunt REIGNIER and MARGARET

+
+ +SUFFOLK +
+O, wert thou for myself! But, Suffolk, stay;
+Thou mayst not wander in that labyrinth;
+There Minotaurs and ugly treasons lurk.
+Solicit Henry with her wondrous praise:
+Bethink thee on her virtues that surmount,
+And natural graces that extinguish art;
+Repeat their semblance often on the seas,
+That, when thou comest to kneel at Henry's feet,
+Thou mayst bereave him of his wits with wonder.
+

Exit

+
+

SCENE IV. Camp of the YORK in Anjou.

+

+Enter YORK, WARWICK, and others +
+ +YORK +
+Bring forth that sorceress condemn'd to burn.
+

Enter JOAN LA PUCELLE, guarded, and a Shepherd

+
+ +Shepherd +
+Ah, Joan, this kills thy father's heart outright!
+Have I sought every country far and near,
+And, now it is my chance to find thee out,
+Must I behold thy timeless cruel death?
+Ah, Joan, sweet daughter Joan, I'll die with thee!
+
+ +JOAN LA PUCELLE +
+Decrepit miser! base ignoble wretch!
+I am descended of a gentler blood:
+Thou art no father nor no friend of mine.
+
+ +Shepherd +
+Out, out! My lords, an please you, 'tis not so;
+I did beget her, all the parish knows:
+Her mother liveth yet, can testify
+She was the first fruit of my bachelorship.
+
+ +WARWICK +
+Graceless! wilt thou deny thy parentage?
+
+ +YORK +
+This argues what her kind of life hath been,
+Wicked and vile; and so her death concludes.
+
+ +Shepherd +
+Fie, Joan, that thou wilt be so obstacle!
+God knows thou art a collop of my flesh;
+And for thy sake have I shed many a tear:
+Deny me not, I prithee, gentle Joan.
+
+ +JOAN LA PUCELLE +
+Peasant, avaunt! You have suborn'd this man,
+Of purpose to obscure my noble birth.
+
+ +Shepherd +
+'Tis true, I gave a noble to the priest
+The morn that I was wedded to her mother.
+Kneel down and take my blessing, good my girl.
+Wilt thou not stoop? Now cursed be the time
+Of thy nativity! I would the milk
+Thy mother gave thee when thou suck'dst her breast,
+Had been a little ratsbane for thy sake!
+Or else, when thou didst keep my lambs a-field,
+I wish some ravenous wolf had eaten thee!
+Dost thou deny thy father, cursed drab?
+O, burn her, burn her! hanging is too good.
+

Exit

+
+ +YORK +
+Take her away; for she hath lived too long,
+To fill the world with vicious qualities.
+
+ +JOAN LA PUCELLE +
+First, let me tell you whom you have condemn'd:
+Not me begotten of a shepherd swain,
+But issued from the progeny of kings;
+Virtuous and holy; chosen from above,
+By inspiration of celestial grace,
+To work exceeding miracles on earth.
+I never had to do with wicked spirits:
+But you, that are polluted with your lusts,
+Stain'd with the guiltless blood of innocents,
+Corrupt and tainted with a thousand vices,
+Because you want the grace that others have,
+You judge it straight a thing impossible
+To compass wonders but by help of devils.
+No, misconceived! Joan of Arc hath been
+A virgin from her tender infancy,
+Chaste and immaculate in very thought;
+Whose maiden blood, thus rigorously effused,
+Will cry for vengeance at the gates of heaven.
+
+ +YORK +
+Ay, ay: away with her to execution!
+
+ +WARWICK +
+And hark ye, sirs; because she is a maid,
+Spare for no faggots, let there be enow:
+Place barrels of pitch upon the fatal stake,
+That so her torture may be shortened.
+
+ +JOAN LA PUCELLE +
+Will nothing turn your unrelenting hearts?
+Then, Joan, discover thine infirmity,
+That warranteth by law to be thy privilege.
+I am with child, ye bloody homicides:
+Murder not then the fruit within my womb,
+Although ye hale me to a violent death.
+
+ +YORK +
+Now heaven forfend! the holy maid with child!
+
+ +WARWICK +
+The greatest miracle that e'er ye wrought:
+Is all your strict preciseness come to this?
+
+ +YORK +
+She and the Dauphin have been juggling:
+I did imagine what would be her refuge.
+
+ +WARWICK +
+Well, go to; we'll have no bastards live;
+Especially since Charles must father it.
+
+ +JOAN LA PUCELLE +
+You are deceived; my child is none of his:
+It was Alencon that enjoy'd my love.
+
+ +YORK +
+Alencon! that notorious Machiavel!
+It dies, an if it had a thousand lives.
+
+ +JOAN LA PUCELLE +
+O, give me leave, I have deluded you:
+'Twas neither Charles nor yet the duke I named,
+But Reignier, king of Naples, that prevail'd.
+
+ +WARWICK +
+A married man! that's most intolerable.
+
+ +YORK +
+Why, here's a girl! I think she knows not well,
+There were so many, whom she may accuse.
+
+ +WARWICK +
+It's sign she hath been liberal and free.
+
+ +YORK +
+And yet, forsooth, she is a virgin pure.
+Strumpet, thy words condemn thy brat and thee:
+Use no entreaty, for it is in vain.
+
+ +JOAN LA PUCELLE +
+Then lead me hence; with whom I leave my curse:
+May never glorious sun reflex his beams
+Upon the country where you make abode;
+But darkness and the gloomy shade of death
+Environ you, till mischief and despair
+Drive you to break your necks or hang yourselves!
+

Exit, guarded

+
+ +YORK +
+Break thou in pieces and consume to ashes,
+Thou foul accursed minister of hell!
+

Enter CARDINAL OF WINCHESTER, attended

+CARDINAL
+
+ +OF WINCHESTER +
+Lord regent, I do greet your excellence
+With letters of commission from the king.
+For know, my lords, the states of Christendom,
+Moved with remorse of these outrageous broils,
+Have earnestly implored a general peace
+Betwixt our nation and the aspiring French;
+And here at hand the Dauphin and his train
+Approacheth, to confer about some matter.
+
+ +YORK +
+ Is all our travail turn'd to this effect?
+After the slaughter of so many peers,
+So many captains, gentlemen and soldiers,
+That in this quarrel have been overthrown
+And sold their bodies for their country's benefit,
+Shall we at last conclude effeminate peace?
+Have we not lost most part of all the towns,
+By treason, falsehood and by treachery,
+Our great progenitors had conquered?
+O Warwick, Warwick! I foresee with grief
+The utter loss of all the realm of France.
+
+ +WARWICK +
+Be patient, York: if we conclude a peace,
+It shall be with such strict and severe covenants
+As little shall the Frenchmen gain thereby.
+

Enter CHARLES, ALENCON, BASTARD OF ORLEANS, REIGNIER, and others

+
+ +CHARLES +
+Since, lords of England, it is thus agreed
+That peaceful truce shall be proclaim'd in France,
+We come to be informed by yourselves
+What the conditions of that league must be.
+
+ +YORK +
+Speak, Winchester; for boiling choler chokes
+The hollow passage of my poison'd voice,
+By sight of these our baleful enemies.
+CARDINAL
+
+ +OF WINCHESTER +
+Charles, and the rest, it is enacted thus:
+That, in regard King Henry gives consent,
+Of mere compassion and of lenity,
+To ease your country of distressful war,
+And suffer you to breathe in fruitful peace,
+You shall become true liegemen to his crown:
+And Charles, upon condition thou wilt swear
+To pay him tribute, submit thyself,
+Thou shalt be placed as viceroy under him,
+And still enjoy thy regal dignity.
+
+ +ALENCON +
+Must he be then as shadow of himself?
+Adorn his temples with a coronet,
+And yet, in substance and authority,
+Retain but privilege of a private man?
+This proffer is absurd and reasonless.
+
+ +CHARLES +
+'Tis known already that I am possess'd
+With more than half the Gallian territories,
+And therein reverenced for their lawful king:
+Shall I, for lucre of the rest unvanquish'd,
+Detract so much from that prerogative,
+As to be call'd but viceroy of the whole?
+No, lord ambassador, I'll rather keep
+That which I have than, coveting for more,
+Be cast from possibility of all.
+
+ +YORK +
+Insulting Charles! hast thou by secret means
+Used intercession to obtain a league,
+And, now the matter grows to compromise,
+Stand'st thou aloof upon comparison?
+Either accept the title thou usurp'st,
+Of benefit proceeding from our king
+And not of any challenge of desert,
+Or we will plague thee with incessant wars.
+
+ +REIGNIER +
+My lord, you do not well in obstinacy
+To cavil in the course of this contract:
+If once it be neglected, ten to one
+We shall not find like opportunity.
+
+ +ALENCON +
+To say the truth, it is your policy
+To save your subjects from such massacre
+And ruthless slaughters as are daily seen
+By our proceeding in hostility;
+And therefore take this compact of a truce,
+Although you break it when your pleasure serves.
+
+ +WARWICK +
+How say'st thou, Charles? shall our condition stand?
+
+ +CHARLES +
+It shall;
+Only reserved, you claim no interest
+In any of our towns of garrison.
+
+ +YORK +
+Then swear allegiance to his majesty,
+As thou art knight, never to disobey
+Nor be rebellious to the crown of England,
+Thou, nor thy nobles, to the crown of England.
+So, now dismiss your army when ye please:
+Hang up your ensign, let your drums be still,
+For here we entertain a solemn peace.
+

Exeunt

+
+

SCENE V. London. The palace.

+

+Enter SUFFOLK in conference with KING HENRY VI, GLOUCESTER and EXETER +
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+Your wondrous rare description, noble earl,
+Of beauteous Margaret hath astonish'd me:
+Her virtues graced with external gifts
+Do breed love's settled passions in my heart:
+And like as rigor of tempestuous gusts
+Provokes the mightiest hulk against the tide,
+So am I driven by breath of her renown
+Either to suffer shipwreck or arrive
+Where I may have fruition of her love.
+
+ +SUFFOLK +
+Tush, my good lord, this superficial tale
+Is but a preface of her worthy praise;
+The chief perfections of that lovely dame
+Had I sufficient skill to utter them,
+Would make a volume of enticing lines,
+Able to ravish any dull conceit:
+And, which is more, she is not so divine,
+So full-replete with choice of all delights,
+But with as humble lowliness of mind
+She is content to be at your command;
+Command, I mean, of virtuous chaste intents,
+To love and honour Henry as her lord.
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+And otherwise will Henry ne'er presume.
+Therefore, my lord protector, give consent
+That Margaret may be England's royal queen.
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+So should I give consent to flatter sin.
+You know, my lord, your highness is betroth'd
+Unto another lady of esteem:
+How shall we then dispense with that contract,
+And not deface your honour with reproach?
+
+ +SUFFOLK +
+As doth a ruler with unlawful oaths;
+Or one that, at a triumph having vow'd
+To try his strength, forsaketh yet the lists
+By reason of his adversary's odds:
+A poor earl's daughter is unequal odds,
+And therefore may be broke without offence.
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+Why, what, I pray, is Margaret more than that?
+Her father is no better than an earl,
+Although in glorious titles he excel.
+
+ +SUFFOLK +
+Yes, lord, her father is a king,
+The King of Naples and Jerusalem;
+And of such great authority in France
+As his alliance will confirm our peace
+And keep the Frenchmen in allegiance.
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+And so the Earl of Armagnac may do,
+Because he is near kinsman unto Charles.
+
+ +EXETER +
+Beside, his wealth doth warrant a liberal dower,
+Where Reignier sooner will receive than give.
+
+ +SUFFOLK +
+A dower, my lords! disgrace not so your king,
+That he should be so abject, base and poor,
+To choose for wealth and not for perfect love.
+Henry is able to enrich his queen
+And not seek a queen to make him rich:
+So worthless peasants bargain for their wives,
+As market-men for oxen, sheep, or horse.
+Marriage is a matter of more worth
+Than to be dealt in by attorneyship;
+Not whom we will, but whom his grace affects,
+Must be companion of his nuptial bed:
+And therefore, lords, since he affects her most,
+It most of all these reasons bindeth us,
+In our opinions she should be preferr'd.
+For what is wedlock forced but a hell,
+An age of discord and continual strife?
+Whereas the contrary bringeth bliss,
+And is a pattern of celestial peace.
+Whom should we match with Henry, being a king,
+But Margaret, that is daughter to a king?
+Her peerless feature, joined with her birth,
+Approves her fit for none but for a king:
+Her valiant courage and undaunted spirit,
+More than in women commonly is seen,
+Will answer our hope in issue of a king;
+For Henry, son unto a conqueror,
+Is likely to beget more conquerors,
+If with a lady of so high resolve
+As is fair Margaret he be link'd in love.
+Then yield, my lords; and here conclude with me
+That Margaret shall be queen, and none but she.
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+Whether it be through force of your report,
+My noble Lord of Suffolk, or for that
+My tender youth was never yet attaint
+With any passion of inflaming love,
+I cannot tell; but this I am assured,
+I feel such sharp dissension in my breast,
+Such fierce alarums both of hope and fear,
+As I am sick with working of my thoughts.
+Take, therefore, shipping; post, my lord, to France;
+Agree to any covenants, and procure
+That Lady Margaret do vouchsafe to come
+To cross the seas to England and be crown'd
+King Henry's faithful and anointed queen:
+For your expenses and sufficient charge,
+Among the people gather up a tenth.
+Be gone, I say; for, till you do return,
+I rest perplexed with a thousand cares.
+And you, good uncle, banish all offence:
+If you do censure me by what you were,
+Not what you are, I know it will excuse
+This sudden execution of my will.
+And so, conduct me where, from company,
+I may revolve and ruminate my grief.
+

Exit

+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+Ay, grief, I fear me, both at first and last.
+

Exeunt GLOUCESTER and EXETER

+
+ +SUFFOLK +
+Thus Suffolk hath prevail'd; and thus he goes,
+As did the youthful Paris once to Greece,
+With hope to find the like event in love,
+But prosper better than the Trojan did.
+Margaret shall now be queen, and rule the king;
+But I will rule both her, the king and realm.
+

Exit

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+Act 1, Scene 1: Westminster Abbey.
+Act 1, Scene 2: France. Before Orleans.
+Act 1, Scene 3: London. Before the Tower.
+Act 1, Scene 4: Orleans.
+Act 1, Scene 5: The same.
+Act 1, Scene 6: The same.
+

+Act 2, Scene 1: Before Orleans.
+Act 2, Scene 2: Orleans. Within the town.
+Act 2, Scene 3: Auvergne. The COUNTESS's castle.
+Act 2, Scene 4: London. The Temple-garden.
+Act 2, Scene 5: The Tower of London.
+

+Act 3, Scene 1: London. The Parliament-house.
+Act 3, Scene 2: France. Before Rouen.
+Act 3, Scene 3: The plains near Rouen.
+Act 3, Scene 4: Paris. The palace.
+

+Act 4, Scene 1: Paris. A hall of state.
+Act 4, Scene 2: Before Bourdeaux.
+Act 4, Scene 3: Plains in Gascony.
+Act 4, Scene 4: Other plains in Gascony.
+Act 4, Scene 5: The English camp near Bourdeaux.
+Act 4, Scene 6: A field of battle.
+Act 4, Scene 7: Another part of the field.
+

+Act 5, Scene 1: London. The palace.
+Act 5, Scene 2: France. Plains in Anjou.
+Act 5, Scene 3: Before Angiers.
+Act 5, Scene 4: Camp of the YORK in Anjou.
+Act 5, Scene 5: London. The palace.
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SCENE I. London. The palace.

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-Enter KING HENRY, LORD JOHN OF LANCASTER, the EARL of WESTMORELAND, SIR WALTER BLUNT, and others -
- -KING HENRY IV -
-So shaken as we are, so wan with care,
-Find we a time for frighted peace to pant,
-And breathe short-winded accents of new broils
-To be commenced in strands afar remote.
-No more the thirsty entrance of this soil
-Shall daub her lips with her own children's blood;
-Nor more shall trenching war channel her fields,
-Nor bruise her flowerets with the armed hoofs
-Of hostile paces: those opposed eyes,
-Which, like the meteors of a troubled heaven,
-All of one nature, of one substance bred,
-Did lately meet in the intestine shock
-And furious close of civil butchery
-Shall now, in mutual well-beseeming ranks,
-March all one way and be no more opposed
-Against acquaintance, kindred and allies:
-The edge of war, like an ill-sheathed knife,
-No more shall cut his master. Therefore, friends,
-As far as to the sepulchre of Christ,
-Whose soldier now, under whose blessed cross
-We are impressed and engaged to fight,
-Forthwith a power of English shall we levy;
-Whose arms were moulded in their mothers' womb
-To chase these pagans in those holy fields
-Over whose acres walk'd those blessed feet
-Which fourteen hundred years ago were nail'd
-For our advantage on the bitter cross.
-But this our purpose now is twelve month old,
-And bootless 'tis to tell you we will go:
-Therefore we meet not now. Then let me hear
-Of you, my gentle cousin Westmoreland,
-What yesternight our council did decree
-In forwarding this dear expedience.
-
- -WESTMORELAND -
-My liege, this haste was hot in question,
-And many limits of the charge set down
-But yesternight: when all athwart there came
-A post from Wales loaden with heavy news;
-Whose worst was, that the noble Mortimer,
-Leading the men of Herefordshire to fight
-Against the irregular and wild Glendower,
-Was by the rude hands of that Welshman taken,
-A thousand of his people butchered;
-Upon whose dead corpse there was such misuse,
-Such beastly shameless transformation,
-By those Welshwomen done as may not be
-Without much shame retold or spoken of.
-
- -KING HENRY IV -
-It seems then that the tidings of this broil
-Brake off our business for the Holy Land.
-
- -WESTMORELAND -
-This match'd with other did, my gracious lord;
-For more uneven and unwelcome news
-Came from the north and thus it did import:
-On Holy-rood day, the gallant Hotspur there,
-Young Harry Percy and brave Archibald,
-That ever-valiant and approved Scot,
-At Holmedon met,
-Where they did spend a sad and bloody hour,
-As by discharge of their artillery,
-And shape of likelihood, the news was told;
-For he that brought them, in the very heat
-And pride of their contention did take horse,
-Uncertain of the issue any way.
-
- -KING HENRY IV -
-Here is a dear, a true industrious friend,
-Sir Walter Blunt, new lighted from his horse.
-Stain'd with the variation of each soil
-Betwixt that Holmedon and this seat of ours;
-And he hath brought us smooth and welcome news.
-The Earl of Douglas is discomfited:
-Ten thousand bold Scots, two and twenty knights,
-Balk'd in their own blood did Sir Walter see
-On Holmedon's plains. Of prisoners, Hotspur took
-Mordake the Earl of Fife, and eldest son
-To beaten Douglas; and the Earl of Athol,
-Of Murray, Angus, and Menteith:
-And is not this an honourable spoil?
-A gallant prize? ha, cousin, is it not?
-
- -WESTMORELAND -
-In faith,
-It is a conquest for a prince to boast of.
-
- -KING HENRY IV -
-Yea, there thou makest me sad and makest me sin
-In envy that my Lord Northumberland
-Should be the father to so blest a son,
-A son who is the theme of honour's tongue;
-Amongst a grove, the very straightest plant;
-Who is sweet Fortune's minion and her pride:
-Whilst I, by looking on the praise of him,
-See riot and dishonour stain the brow
-Of my young Harry. O that it could be proved
-That some night-tripping fairy had exchanged
-In cradle-clothes our children where they lay,
-And call'd mine Percy, his Plantagenet!
-Then would I have his Harry, and he mine.
-But let him from my thoughts. What think you, coz,
-Of this young Percy's pride? the prisoners,
-Which he in this adventure hath surprised,
-To his own use he keeps; and sends me word,
-I shall have none but Mordake Earl of Fife.
-
- -WESTMORELAND -
-This is his uncle's teaching; this is Worcester,
-Malevolent to you in all aspects;
-Which makes him prune himself, and bristle up
-The crest of youth against your dignity.
-
- -KING HENRY IV -
-But I have sent for him to answer this;
-And for this cause awhile we must neglect
-Our holy purpose to Jerusalem.
-Cousin, on Wednesday next our council we
-Will hold at Windsor; so inform the lords:
-But come yourself with speed to us again;
-For more is to be said and to be done
-Than out of anger can be uttered.
-
- -WESTMORELAND -
-I will, my liege.
-

Exeunt

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SCENE II. London. An apartment of the Prince's.

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-Enter the PRINCE OF WALES and FALSTAFF -
- -FALSTAFF -
-Now, Hal, what time of day is it, lad?
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-Thou art so fat-witted, with drinking of old sack
-and unbuttoning thee after supper and sleeping upon
-benches after noon, that thou hast forgotten to
-demand that truly which thou wouldst truly know.
-What a devil hast thou to do with the time of the
-day? Unless hours were cups of sack and minutes
-capons and clocks the tongues of bawds and dials the
-signs of leaping-houses and the blessed sun himself
-a fair hot wench in flame-coloured taffeta, I see no
-reason why thou shouldst be so superfluous to demand
-the time of the day.
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-Indeed, you come near me now, Hal; for we that take
-purses go by the moon and the seven stars, and not
-by Phoebus, he,'that wandering knight so fair.' And,
-I prithee, sweet wag, when thou art king, as, God
-save thy grace,--majesty I should say, for grace
-thou wilt have none,--
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-What, none?
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-No, by my troth, not so much as will serve to
-prologue to an egg and butter.
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-Well, how then? come, roundly, roundly.
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-Marry, then, sweet wag, when thou art king, let not
-us that are squires of the night's body be called
-thieves of the day's beauty: let us be Diana's
-foresters, gentlemen of the shade, minions of the
-moon; and let men say we be men of good government,
-being governed, as the sea is, by our noble and
-chaste mistress the moon, under whose countenance we steal.
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-Thou sayest well, and it holds well too; for the
-fortune of us that are the moon's men doth ebb and
-flow like the sea, being governed, as the sea is,
-by the moon. As, for proof, now: a purse of gold
-most resolutely snatched on Monday night and most
-dissolutely spent on Tuesday morning; got with
-swearing 'Lay by' and spent with crying 'Bring in;'
-now in as low an ebb as the foot of the ladder
-and by and by in as high a flow as the ridge of the gallows.
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-By the Lord, thou sayest true, lad. And is not my
-hostess of the tavern a most sweet wench?
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-As the honey of Hybla, my old lad of the castle. And
-is not a buff jerkin a most sweet robe of durance?
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-How now, how now, mad wag! what, in thy quips and
-thy quiddities? what a plague have I to do with a
-buff jerkin?
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-Why, what a pox have I to do with my hostess of the tavern?
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-Well, thou hast called her to a reckoning many a
-time and oft.
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-Did I ever call for thee to pay thy part?
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-No; I'll give thee thy due, thou hast paid all there.
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-Yea, and elsewhere, so far as my coin would stretch;
-and where it would not, I have used my credit.
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-Yea, and so used it that were it not here apparent
-that thou art heir apparent--But, I prithee, sweet
-wag, shall there be gallows standing in England when
-thou art king? and resolution thus fobbed as it is
-with the rusty curb of old father antic the law? Do
-not thou, when thou art king, hang a thief.
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-No; thou shalt.
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-Shall I? O rare! By the Lord, I'll be a brave judge.
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-Thou judgest false already: I mean, thou shalt have
-the hanging of the thieves and so become a rare hangman.
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-Well, Hal, well; and in some sort it jumps with my
-humour as well as waiting in the court, I can tell
-you.
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-For obtaining of suits?
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-Yea, for obtaining of suits, whereof the hangman
-hath no lean wardrobe. 'Sblood, I am as melancholy
-as a gib cat or a lugged bear.
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-Or an old lion, or a lover's lute.
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-Yea, or the drone of a Lincolnshire bagpipe.
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-What sayest thou to a hare, or the melancholy of
-Moor-ditch?
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-Thou hast the most unsavoury similes and art indeed
-the most comparative, rascalliest, sweet young
-prince. But, Hal, I prithee, trouble me no more
-with vanity. I would to God thou and I knew where a
-commodity of good names were to be bought. An old
-lord of the council rated me the other day in the
-street about you, sir, but I marked him not; and yet
-he talked very wisely, but I regarded him not; and
-yet he talked wisely, and in the street too.
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-Thou didst well; for wisdom cries out in the
-streets, and no man regards it.
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-O, thou hast damnable iteration and art indeed able
-to corrupt a saint. Thou hast done much harm upon
-me, Hal; God forgive thee for it! Before I knew
-thee, Hal, I knew nothing; and now am I, if a man
-should speak truly, little better than one of the
-wicked. I must give over this life, and I will give
-it over: by the Lord, and I do not, I am a villain:
-I'll be damned for never a king's son in
-Christendom.
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-Where shall we take a purse tomorrow, Jack?
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-'Zounds, where thou wilt, lad; I'll make one; an I
-do not, call me villain and baffle me.
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-I see a good amendment of life in thee; from praying
-to purse-taking.
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-Why, Hal, 'tis my vocation, Hal; 'tis no sin for a
-man to labour in his vocation.
-

Enter POINS

-Poins! Now shall we know if Gadshill have set a
-match. O, if men were to be saved by merit, what
-hole in hell were hot enough for him? This is the
-most omnipotent villain that ever cried 'Stand' to
-a true man.
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-Good morrow, Ned.
-
- -POINS -
-Good morrow, sweet Hal. What says Monsieur Remorse?
-what says Sir John Sack and Sugar? Jack! how
-agrees the devil and thee about thy soul, that thou
-soldest him on Good-Friday last for a cup of Madeira
-and a cold capon's leg?
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-Sir John stands to his word, the devil shall have
-his bargain; for he was never yet a breaker of
-proverbs: he will give the devil his due.
-
- -POINS -
-Then art thou damned for keeping thy word with the devil.
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-Else he had been damned for cozening the devil.
-
- -POINS -
-But, my lads, my lads, to-morrow morning, by four
-o'clock, early at Gadshill! there are pilgrims going
-to Canterbury with rich offerings, and traders
-riding to London with fat purses: I have vizards
-for you all; you have horses for yourselves:
-Gadshill lies to-night in Rochester: I have bespoke
-supper to-morrow night in Eastcheap: we may do it
-as secure as sleep. If you will go, I will stuff
-your purses full of crowns; if you will not, tarry
-at home and be hanged.
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-Hear ye, Yedward; if I tarry at home and go not,
-I'll hang you for going.
-
- -POINS -
-You will, chops?
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-Hal, wilt thou make one?
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-Who, I rob? I a thief? not I, by my faith.
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-There's neither honesty, manhood, nor good
-fellowship in thee, nor thou camest not of the blood
-royal, if thou darest not stand for ten shillings.
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-Well then, once in my days I'll be a madcap.
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-Why, that's well said.
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-Well, come what will, I'll tarry at home.
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-By the Lord, I'll be a traitor then, when thou art king.
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-I care not.
-
- -POINS -
-Sir John, I prithee, leave the prince and me alone:
-I will lay him down such reasons for this adventure
-that he shall go.
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-Well, God give thee the spirit of persuasion and him
-the ears of profiting, that what thou speakest may
-move and what he hears may be believed, that the
-true prince may, for recreation sake, prove a false
-thief; for the poor abuses of the time want
-countenance. Farewell: you shall find me in Eastcheap.
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-Farewell, thou latter spring! farewell, All-hallown summer!
-

Exit Falstaff

-
- -POINS -
-Now, my good sweet honey lord, ride with us
-to-morrow: I have a jest to execute that I cannot
-manage alone. Falstaff, Bardolph, Peto and Gadshill
-shall rob those men that we have already waylaid:
-yourself and I will not be there; and when they
-have the booty, if you and I do not rob them, cut
-this head off from my shoulders.
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-How shall we part with them in setting forth?
-
- -POINS -
-Why, we will set forth before or after them, and
-appoint them a place of meeting, wherein it is at
-our pleasure to fail, and then will they adventure
-upon the exploit themselves; which they shall have
-no sooner achieved, but we'll set upon them.
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-Yea, but 'tis like that they will know us by our
-horses, by our habits and by every other
-appointment, to be ourselves.
-
- -POINS -
-Tut! our horses they shall not see: I'll tie them
-in the wood; our vizards we will change after we
-leave them: and, sirrah, I have cases of buckram
-for the nonce, to immask our noted outward garments.
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-Yea, but I doubt they will be too hard for us.
-
- -POINS -
-Well, for two of them, I know them to be as
-true-bred cowards as ever turned back; and for the
-third, if he fight longer than he sees reason, I'll
-forswear arms. The virtue of this jest will be, the
-incomprehensible lies that this same fat rogue will
-tell us when we meet at supper: how thirty, at
-least, he fought with; what wards, what blows, what
-extremities he endured; and in the reproof of this
-lies the jest.
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-Well, I'll go with thee: provide us all things
-necessary and meet me to-morrow night in Eastcheap;
-there I'll sup. Farewell.
-
- -POINS -
-Farewell, my lord.
-

Exit Poins

-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-I know you all, and will awhile uphold
-The unyoked humour of your idleness:
-Yet herein will I imitate the sun,
-Who doth permit the base contagious clouds
-To smother up his beauty from the world,
-That, when he please again to be himself,
-Being wanted, he may be more wonder'd at,
-By breaking through the foul and ugly mists
-Of vapours that did seem to strangle him.
-If all the year were playing holidays,
-To sport would be as tedious as to work;
-But when they seldom come, they wish'd for come,
-And nothing pleaseth but rare accidents.
-So, when this loose behavior I throw off
-And pay the debt I never promised,
-By how much better than my word I am,
-By so much shall I falsify men's hopes;
-And like bright metal on a sullen ground,
-My reformation, glittering o'er my fault,
-Shall show more goodly and attract more eyes
-Than that which hath no foil to set it off.
-I'll so offend, to make offence a skill;
-Redeeming time when men think least I will.
-

Exit

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SCENE III. London. The palace.

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-Enter the KING, NORTHUMBERLAND, WORCESTER, HOTSPUR, SIR WALTER BLUNT, with others -
- -KING HENRY IV -
-My blood hath been too cold and temperate,
-Unapt to stir at these indignities,
-And you have found me; for accordingly
-You tread upon my patience: but be sure
-I will from henceforth rather be myself,
-Mighty and to be fear'd, than my condition;
-Which hath been smooth as oil, soft as young down,
-And therefore lost that title of respect
-Which the proud soul ne'er pays but to the proud.
-
- -EARL OF WORCESTER -
-Our house, my sovereign liege, little deserves
-The scourge of greatness to be used on it;
-And that same greatness too which our own hands
-Have holp to make so portly.
-
- -NORTHUMBERLAND -
-My lord.--
-
- -KING HENRY IV -
-Worcester, get thee gone; for I do see
-Danger and disobedience in thine eye:
-O, sir, your presence is too bold and peremptory,
-And majesty might never yet endure
-The moody frontier of a servant brow.
-You have good leave to leave us: when we need
-Your use and counsel, we shall send for you.
-

Exit Worcester

-You were about to speak.
-

To North

-
- -NORTHUMBERLAND -
-Yea, my good lord.
-Those prisoners in your highness' name demanded,
-Which Harry Percy here at Holmedon took,
-Were, as he says, not with such strength denied
-As is deliver'd to your majesty:
-Either envy, therefore, or misprison
-Is guilty of this fault and not my son.
-
- -HOTSPUR -
-My liege, I did deny no prisoners.
-But I remember, when the fight was done,
-When I was dry with rage and extreme toil,
-Breathless and faint, leaning upon my sword,
-Came there a certain lord, neat, and trimly dress'd,
-Fresh as a bridegroom; and his chin new reap'd
-Show'd like a stubble-land at harvest-home;
-He was perfumed like a milliner;
-And 'twixt his finger and his thumb he held
-A pouncet-box, which ever and anon
-He gave his nose and took't away again;
-Who therewith angry, when it next came there,
-Took it in snuff; and still he smiled and talk'd,
-And as the soldiers bore dead bodies by,
-He call'd them untaught knaves, unmannerly,
-To bring a slovenly unhandsome corse
-Betwixt the wind and his nobility.
-With many holiday and lady terms
-He question'd me; amongst the rest, demanded
-My prisoners in your majesty's behalf.
-I then, all smarting with my wounds being cold,
-To be so pester'd with a popinjay,
-Out of my grief and my impatience,
-Answer'd neglectingly I know not what,
-He should or he should not; for he made me mad
-To see him shine so brisk and smell so sweet
-And talk so like a waiting-gentlewoman
-Of guns and drums and wounds,--God save the mark!--
-And telling me the sovereign'st thing on earth
-Was parmaceti for an inward bruise;
-And that it was great pity, so it was,
-This villanous salt-petre should be digg'd
-Out of the bowels of the harmless earth,
-Which many a good tall fellow had destroy'd
-So cowardly; and but for these vile guns,
-He would himself have been a soldier.
-This bald unjointed chat of his, my lord,
-I answer'd indirectly, as I said;
-And I beseech you, let not his report
-Come current for an accusation
-Betwixt my love and your high majesty.
-
- -SIR WALTER BLUNT -
-The circumstance consider'd, good my lord,
-Whate'er Lord Harry Percy then had said
-To such a person and in such a place,
-At such a time, with all the rest retold,
-May reasonably die and never rise
-To do him wrong or any way impeach
-What then he said, so he unsay it now.
-
- -KING HENRY IV -
-Why, yet he doth deny his prisoners,
-But with proviso and exception,
-That we at our own charge shall ransom straight
-His brother-in-law, the foolish Mortimer;
-Who, on my soul, hath wilfully betray'd
-The lives of those that he did lead to fight
-Against that great magician, damn'd Glendower,
-Whose daughter, as we hear, the Earl of March
-Hath lately married. Shall our coffers, then,
-Be emptied to redeem a traitor home?
-Shall we but treason? and indent with fears,
-When they have lost and forfeited themselves?
-No, on the barren mountains let him starve;
-For I shall never hold that man my friend
-Whose tongue shall ask me for one penny cost
-To ransom home revolted Mortimer.
-
- -HOTSPUR -
-Revolted Mortimer!
-He never did fall off, my sovereign liege,
-But by the chance of war; to prove that true
-Needs no more but one tongue for all those wounds,
-Those mouthed wounds, which valiantly he took
-When on the gentle Severn's sedgy bank,
-In single opposition, hand to hand,
-He did confound the best part of an hour
-In changing hardiment with great Glendower:
-Three times they breathed and three times did
-they drink,
-Upon agreement, of swift Severn's flood;
-Who then, affrighted with their bloody looks,
-Ran fearfully among the trembling reeds,
-And hid his crisp head in the hollow bank,
-Bloodstained with these valiant combatants.
-Never did base and rotten policy
-Colour her working with such deadly wounds;
-Nor could the noble Mortimer
-Receive so many, and all willingly:
-Then let not him be slander'd with revolt.
-
- -KING HENRY IV -
-Thou dost belie him, Percy, thou dost belie him;
-He never did encounter with Glendower:
-I tell thee,
-He durst as well have met the devil alone
-As Owen Glendower for an enemy.
-Art thou not ashamed? But, sirrah, henceforth
-Let me not hear you speak of Mortimer:
-Send me your prisoners with the speediest means,
-Or you shall hear in such a kind from me
-As will displease you. My Lord Northumberland,
-We licence your departure with your son.
-Send us your prisoners, or you will hear of it.
-

Exeunt King Henry, Blunt, and train

-
- -HOTSPUR -
-An if the devil come and roar for them,
-I will not send them: I will after straight
-And tell him so; for I will ease my heart,
-Albeit I make a hazard of my head.
-
- -NORTHUMBERLAND -
-What, drunk with choler? stay and pause awhile:
-Here comes your uncle.
-

Re-enter WORCESTER

-
- -HOTSPUR -
-Speak of Mortimer!
-'Zounds, I will speak of him; and let my soul
-Want mercy, if I do not join with him:
-Yea, on his part I'll empty all these veins,
-And shed my dear blood drop by drop in the dust,
-But I will lift the down-trod Mortimer
-As high in the air as this unthankful king,
-As this ingrate and canker'd Bolingbroke.
-
- -NORTHUMBERLAND -
-Brother, the king hath made your nephew mad.
-
- -EARL OF WORCESTER -
-Who struck this heat up after I was gone?
-
- -HOTSPUR -
-He will, forsooth, have all my prisoners;
-And when I urged the ransom once again
-Of my wife's brother, then his cheek look'd pale,
-And on my face he turn'd an eye of death,
-Trembling even at the name of Mortimer.
-
- -EARL OF WORCESTER -
-I cannot blame him: was not he proclaim'd
-By Richard that dead is the next of blood?
-
- -NORTHUMBERLAND -
-He was; I heard the proclamation:
-And then it was when the unhappy king,
---Whose wrongs in us God pardon!--did set forth
-Upon his Irish expedition;
-From whence he intercepted did return
-To be deposed and shortly murdered.
-
- -EARL OF WORCESTER -
-And for whose death we in the world's wide mouth
-Live scandalized and foully spoken of.
-
- -HOTSPUR -
-But soft, I pray you; did King Richard then
-Proclaim my brother Edmund Mortimer
-Heir to the crown?
-
- -NORTHUMBERLAND -
-He did; myself did hear it.
-
- -HOTSPUR -
-Nay, then I cannot blame his cousin king,
-That wished him on the barren mountains starve.
-But shall it be that you, that set the crown
-Upon the head of this forgetful man
-And for his sake wear the detested blot
-Of murderous subornation, shall it be,
-That you a world of curses undergo,
-Being the agents, or base second means,
-The cords, the ladder, or the hangman rather?
-O, pardon me that I descend so low,
-To show the line and the predicament
-Wherein you range under this subtle king;
-Shall it for shame be spoken in these days,
-Or fill up chronicles in time to come,
-That men of your nobility and power
-Did gage them both in an unjust behalf,
-As both of you--God pardon it!--have done,
-To put down Richard, that sweet lovely rose,
-An plant this thorn, this canker, Bolingbroke?
-And shall it in more shame be further spoken,
-That you are fool'd, discarded and shook off
-By him for whom these shames ye underwent?
-No; yet time serves wherein you may redeem
-Your banish'd honours and restore yourselves
-Into the good thoughts of the world again,
-Revenge the jeering and disdain'd contempt
-Of this proud king, who studies day and night
-To answer all the debt he owes to you
-Even with the bloody payment of your deaths:
-Therefore, I say--
-
- -EARL OF WORCESTER -
- Peace, cousin, say no more:
-And now I will unclasp a secret book,
-And to your quick-conceiving discontents
-I'll read you matter deep and dangerous,
-As full of peril and adventurous spirit
-As to o'er-walk a current roaring loud
-On the unsteadfast footing of a spear.
-
- -HOTSPUR -
-If he fall in, good night! or sink or swim:
-Send danger from the east unto the west,
-So honour cross it from the north to south,
-And let them grapple: O, the blood more stirs
-To rouse a lion than to start a hare!
-
- -NORTHUMBERLAND -
-Imagination of some great exploit
-Drives him beyond the bounds of patience.
-
- -HOTSPUR -
-By heaven, methinks it were an easy leap,
-To pluck bright honour from the pale-faced moon,
-Or dive into the bottom of the deep,
-Where fathom-line could never touch the ground,
-And pluck up drowned honour by the locks;
-So he that doth redeem her thence might wear
-Without corrival, all her dignities:
-But out upon this half-faced fellowship!
-
- -EARL OF WORCESTER -
-He apprehends a world of figures here,
-But not the form of what he should attend.
-Good cousin, give me audience for a while.
-
- -HOTSPUR -
-I cry you mercy.
-
- -EARL OF WORCESTER -
- Those same noble Scots
-That are your prisoners,--
-
- -HOTSPUR -
-I'll keep them all;
-By God, he shall not have a Scot of them;
-No, if a Scot would save his soul, he shall not:
-I'll keep them, by this hand.
-
- -EARL OF WORCESTER -
-You start away
-And lend no ear unto my purposes.
-Those prisoners you shall keep.
-
- -HOTSPUR -
-Nay, I will; that's flat:
-He said he would not ransom Mortimer;
-Forbad my tongue to speak of Mortimer;
-But I will find him when he lies asleep,
-And in his ear I'll holla 'Mortimer!'
-Nay,
-I'll have a starling shall be taught to speak
-Nothing but 'Mortimer,' and give it him
-To keep his anger still in motion.
-
- -EARL OF WORCESTER -
-Hear you, cousin; a word.
-
- -HOTSPUR -
-All studies here I solemnly defy,
-Save how to gall and pinch this Bolingbroke:
-And that same sword-and-buckler Prince of Wales,
-But that I think his father loves him not
-And would be glad he met with some mischance,
-I would have him poison'd with a pot of ale.
-
- -EARL OF WORCESTER -
-Farewell, kinsman: I'll talk to you
-When you are better temper'd to attend.
-
- -NORTHUMBERLAND -
-Why, what a wasp-stung and impatient fool
-Art thou to break into this woman's mood,
-Tying thine ear to no tongue but thine own!
-
- -HOTSPUR -
-Why, look you, I am whipp'd and scourged with rods,
-Nettled and stung with pismires, when I hear
-Of this vile politician, Bolingbroke.
-In Richard's time,--what do you call the place?--
-A plague upon it, it is in Gloucestershire;
-'Twas where the madcap duke his uncle kept,
-His uncle York; where I first bow'd my knee
-Unto this king of smiles, this Bolingbroke,--
-'Sblood!--
-When you and he came back from Ravenspurgh.
-
- -NORTHUMBERLAND -
-At Berkley castle.
-
- -HOTSPUR -
-You say true:
-Why, what a candy deal of courtesy
-This fawning greyhound then did proffer me!
-Look,'when his infant fortune came to age,'
-And 'gentle Harry Percy,' and 'kind cousin;'
-O, the devil take such cozeners! God forgive me!
-Good uncle, tell your tale; I have done.
-
- -EARL OF WORCESTER -
-Nay, if you have not, to it again;
-We will stay your leisure.
-
- -HOTSPUR -
-I have done, i' faith.
-
- -EARL OF WORCESTER -
-Then once more to your Scottish prisoners.
-Deliver them up without their ransom straight,
-And make the Douglas' son your only mean
-For powers in Scotland; which, for divers reasons
-Which I shall send you written, be assured,
-Will easily be granted. You, my lord,
-

To Northumberland

-Your son in Scotland being thus employ'd,
-Shall secretly into the bosom creep
-Of that same noble prelate, well beloved,
-The archbishop.
-
- -HOTSPUR -
-Of York, is it not?
-
- -EARL OF WORCESTER -
-True; who bears hard
-His brother's death at Bristol, the Lord Scroop.
-I speak not this in estimation,
-As what I think might be, but what I know
-Is ruminated, plotted and set down,
-And only stays but to behold the face
-Of that occasion that shall bring it on.
-
- -HOTSPUR -
-I smell it: upon my life, it will do well.
-
- -NORTHUMBERLAND -
-Before the game is afoot, thou still let'st slip.
-
- -HOTSPUR -
-Why, it cannot choose but be a noble plot;
-And then the power of Scotland and of York,
-To join with Mortimer, ha?
-
- -EARL OF WORCESTER -
-And so they shall.
-
- -HOTSPUR -
-In faith, it is exceedingly well aim'd.
-
- -EARL OF WORCESTER -
-And 'tis no little reason bids us speed,
-To save our heads by raising of a head;
-For, bear ourselves as even as we can,
-The king will always think him in our debt,
-And think we think ourselves unsatisfied,
-Till he hath found a time to pay us home:
-And see already how he doth begin
-To make us strangers to his looks of love.
-
- -HOTSPUR -
-He does, he does: we'll be revenged on him.
-
- -EARL OF WORCESTER -
-Cousin, farewell: no further go in this
-Than I by letters shall direct your course.
-When time is ripe, which will be suddenly,
-I'll steal to Glendower and Lord Mortimer;
-Where you and Douglas and our powers at once,
-As I will fashion it, shall happily meet,
-To bear our fortunes in our own strong arms,
-Which now we hold at much uncertainty.
-
- -NORTHUMBERLAND -
-Farewell, good brother: we shall thrive, I trust.
-
- -HOTSPUR -
-Uncle, Adieu: O, let the hours be short
-Till fields and blows and groans applaud our sport!
-

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SCENE I. Rochester. An inn yard.

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-Enter a Carrier with a lantern in his hand -
- -First Carrier -
-Heigh-ho! an it be not four by the day, I'll be
-hanged: Charles' wain is over the new chimney, and
-yet our horse not packed. What, ostler!
-
- -Ostler -
-[Within] Anon, anon.
-
- -First Carrier -
-I prithee, Tom, beat Cut's saddle, put a few flocks
-in the point; poor jade, is wrung in the withers out
-of all cess.
-

Enter another Carrier

-
- -Second Carrier -
-Peas and beans are as dank here as a dog, and that
-is the next way to give poor jades the bots: this
-house is turned upside down since Robin Ostler died.
-
- -First Carrier -
-Poor fellow, never joyed since the price of oats
-rose; it was the death of him.
-
- -Second Carrier -
-I think this be the most villanous house in all
-London road for fleas: I am stung like a tench.
-
- -First Carrier -
-Like a tench! by the mass, there is ne'er a king
-christen could be better bit than I have been since
-the first cock.
-
- -Second Carrier -
-Why, they will allow us ne'er a jordan, and then we
-leak in your chimney; and your chamber-lie breeds
-fleas like a loach.
-
- -First Carrier -
-What, ostler! come away and be hanged!
-
- -Second Carrier -
-I have a gammon of bacon and two razors of ginger,
-to be delivered as far as Charing-cross.
-
- -First Carrier -
-God's body! the turkeys in my pannier are quite
-starved. What, ostler! A plague on thee! hast thou
-never an eye in thy head? canst not hear? An
-'twere not as good deed as drink, to break the pate
-on thee, I am a very villain. Come, and be hanged!
-hast thou no faith in thee?
-

Enter GADSHILL

-
- -GADSHILL -
-Good morrow, carriers. What's o'clock?
-
- -First Carrier -
-I think it be two o'clock.
-
- -GADSHILL -
-I pray thee lend me thy lantern, to see my gelding
-in the stable.
-
- -First Carrier -
-Nay, by God, soft; I know a trick worth two of that, i' faith.
-
- -GADSHILL -
-I pray thee, lend me thine.
-
- -Second Carrier -
-Ay, when? can'st tell? Lend me thy lantern, quoth
-he? marry, I'll see thee hanged first.
-
- -GADSHILL -
-Sirrah carrier, what time do you mean to come to London?
-
- -Second Carrier -
-Time enough to go to bed with a candle, I warrant
-thee. Come, neighbour Mugs, we'll call up the
-gentleman: they will along with company, for they
-have great charge.
-

Exeunt carriers

-
- -GADSHILL -
-What, ho! chamberlain!
-
- -Chamberlain -
-[Within] At hand, quoth pick-purse.
-
- -GADSHILL -
-That's even as fair as--at hand, quoth the
-chamberlain; for thou variest no more from picking
-of purses than giving direction doth from labouring;
-thou layest the plot how.
-

Enter Chamberlain

-
- -Chamberlain -
-Good morrow, Master Gadshill. It holds current that
-I told you yesternight: there's a franklin in the
-wild of Kent hath brought three hundred marks with
-him in gold: I heard him tell it to one of his
-company last night at supper; a kind of auditor; one
-that hath abundance of charge too, God knows what.
-They are up already, and call for eggs and butter;
-they will away presently.
-
- -GADSHILL -
-Sirrah, if they meet not with Saint Nicholas'
-clerks, I'll give thee this neck.
-
- -Chamberlain -
-No, I'll none of it: I pray thee keep that for the
-hangman; for I know thou worshippest St. Nicholas
-as truly as a man of falsehood may.
-
- -GADSHILL -
-What talkest thou to me of the hangman? if I hang,
-I'll make a fat pair of gallows; for if I hang, old
-Sir John hangs with me, and thou knowest he is no
-starveling. Tut! there are other Trojans that thou
-dreamest not of, the which for sport sake are
-content to do the profession some grace; that would,
-if matters should be looked into, for their own
-credit sake, make all whole. I am joined with no
-foot-land rakers, no long-staff sixpenny strikers,
-none of these mad mustachio purple-hued malt-worms;
-but with nobility and tranquillity, burgomasters and
-great oneyers, such as can hold in, such as will
-strike sooner than speak, and speak sooner than
-drink, and drink sooner than pray: and yet, zounds,
-I lie; for they pray continually to their saint, the
-commonwealth; or rather, not pray to her, but prey
-on her, for they ride up and down on her and make
-her their boots.
-
- -Chamberlain -
-What, the commonwealth their boots? will she hold
-out water in foul way?
-
- -GADSHILL -
-She will, she will; justice hath liquored her. We
-steal as in a castle, cocksure; we have the receipt
-of fern-seed, we walk invisible.
-
- -Chamberlain -
-Nay, by my faith, I think you are more beholding to
-the night than to fern-seed for your walking invisible.
-
- -GADSHILL -
-Give me thy hand: thou shalt have a share in our
-purchase, as I am a true man.
-
- -Chamberlain -
-Nay, rather let me have it, as you are a false thief.
-
- -GADSHILL -
-Go to; 'homo' is a common name to all men. Bid the
-ostler bring my gelding out of the stable. Farewell,
-you muddy knave.
-

Exeunt

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SCENE II. The highway, near Gadshill.

- -

-Enter PRINCE HENRY and POINS -
- -POINS -
-Come, shelter, shelter: I have removed Falstaff's
-horse, and he frets like a gummed velvet.
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-Stand close.
-

Enter FALSTAFF

-
- -FALSTAFF -
-Poins! Poins, and be hanged! Poins!
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-Peace, ye fat-kidneyed rascal! what a brawling dost
-thou keep!
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-Where's Poins, Hal?
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-He is walked up to the top of the hill: I'll go seek him.
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-I am accursed to rob in that thief's company: the
-rascal hath removed my horse, and tied him I know
-not where. If I travel but four foot by the squier
-further afoot, I shall break my wind. Well, I doubt
-not but to die a fair death for all this, if I
-'scape hanging for killing that rogue. I have
-forsworn his company hourly any time this two and
-twenty years, and yet I am bewitched with the
-rogue's company. If the rascal hath not given me
-medicines to make me love him, I'll be hanged; it
-could not be else: I have drunk medicines. Poins!
-Hal! a plague upon you both! Bardolph! Peto!
-I'll starve ere I'll rob a foot further. An 'twere
-not as good a deed as drink, to turn true man and to
-leave these rogues, I am the veriest varlet that
-ever chewed with a tooth. Eight yards of uneven
-ground is threescore and ten miles afoot with me;
-and the stony-hearted villains know it well enough:
-a plague upon it when thieves cannot be true one to another!
-

They whistle

-Whew! A plague upon you all! Give me my horse, you
-rogues; give me my horse, and be hanged!
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-Peace, ye fat-guts! lie down; lay thine ear close
-to the ground and list if thou canst hear the tread
-of travellers.
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-Have you any levers to lift me up again, being down?
-'Sblood, I'll not bear mine own flesh so far afoot
-again for all the coin in thy father's exchequer.
-What a plague mean ye to colt me thus?
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-Thou liest; thou art not colted, thou art uncolted.
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-I prithee, good Prince Hal, help me to my horse,
-good king's son.
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-Out, ye rogue! shall I be your ostler?
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-Go, hang thyself in thine own heir-apparent
-garters! If I be ta'en, I'll peach for this. An I
-have not ballads made on you all and sung to filthy
-tunes, let a cup of sack be my poison: when a jest
-is so forward, and afoot too! I hate it.
-

Enter GADSHILL, BARDOLPH and PETO

-
- -GADSHILL -
-Stand.
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-So I do, against my will.
-
- -POINS -
-O, 'tis our setter: I know his voice. Bardolph,
-what news?
-
- -BARDOLPH -
-Case ye, case ye; on with your vizards: there 's
-money of the king's coming down the hill; 'tis going
-to the king's exchequer.
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-You lie, ye rogue; 'tis going to the king's tavern.
-
- -GADSHILL -
-There's enough to make us all.
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-To be hanged.
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-Sirs, you four shall front them in the narrow lane;
-Ned Poins and I will walk lower: if they 'scape
-from your encounter, then they light on us.
-
- -PETO -
-How many be there of them?
-
- -GADSHILL -
-Some eight or ten.
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-'Zounds, will they not rob us?
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-What, a coward, Sir John Paunch?
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-Indeed, I am not John of Gaunt, your grandfather;
-but yet no coward, Hal.
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-Well, we leave that to the proof.
-
- -POINS -
-Sirrah Jack, thy horse stands behind the hedge:
-when thou needest him, there thou shalt find him.
-Farewell, and stand fast.
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-Now cannot I strike him, if I should be hanged.
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-Ned, where are our disguises?
-
- -POINS -
-Here, hard by: stand close.
-

Exeunt PRINCE HENRY and POINS

-
- -FALSTAFF -
-Now, my masters, happy man be his dole, say I:
-every man to his business.
-

Enter the Travellers

-
- -First Traveller -
-Come, neighbour: the boy shall lead our horses down
-the hill; we'll walk afoot awhile, and ease our legs.
-
- -Thieves -
-Stand!
-
- -Travellers -
-Jesus bless us!
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-Strike; down with them; cut the villains' throats:
-ah! whoreson caterpillars! bacon-fed knaves! they
-hate us youth: down with them: fleece them.
-
- -Travellers -
-O, we are undone, both we and ours for ever!
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-Hang ye, gorbellied knaves, are ye undone? No, ye
-fat chuffs: I would your store were here! On,
-bacons, on! What, ye knaves! young men must live.
-You are Grand-jurors, are ye? we'll jure ye, 'faith.
-

Here they rob them and bind them. Exeunt

-

Re-enter PRINCE HENRY and POINS

-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-The thieves have bound the true men. Now could thou
-and I rob the thieves and go merrily to London, it
-would be argument for a week, laughter for a month
-and a good jest for ever.
-
- -POINS -
-Stand close; I hear them coming.
-

Enter the Thieves again

-
- -FALSTAFF -
-Come, my masters, let us share, and then to horse
-before day. An the Prince and Poins be not two
-arrant cowards, there's no equity stirring: there's
-no more valour in that Poins than in a wild-duck.
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-Your money!
-
- -POINS -
-Villains!
-

As they are sharing, the Prince and Poins set upon them; they all run away; and Falstaff, after a blow or two, runs away too, leaving the booty behind them

-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-Got with much ease. Now merrily to horse:
-The thieves are all scatter'd and possess'd with fear
-So strongly that they dare not meet each other;
-Each takes his fellow for an officer.
-Away, good Ned. Falstaff sweats to death,
-And lards the lean earth as he walks along:
-Were 't not for laughing, I should pity him.
-
- -POINS -
-How the rogue roar'd!
-

Exeunt

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SCENE III. Warkworth castle

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-Enter HOTSPUR, solus, reading a letter -
- -HOTSPUR -
-'But for mine own part, my lord, I could be well
-contented to be there, in respect of the love I bear
-your house.' He could be contented: why is he not,
-then? In respect of the love he bears our house:
-he shows in this, he loves his own barn better than
-he loves our house. Let me see some more. 'The
-purpose you undertake is dangerous;'--why, that's
-certain: 'tis dangerous to take a cold, to sleep, to
-drink; but I tell you, my lord fool, out of this
-nettle, danger, we pluck this flower, safety. 'The
-purpose you undertake is dangerous; the friends you
-have named uncertain; the time itself unsorted; and
-your whole plot too light for the counterpoise of so
-great an opposition.' Say you so, say you so? I say
-unto you again, you are a shallow cowardly hind, and
-you lie. What a lack-brain is this! By the Lord,
-our plot is a good plot as ever was laid; our
-friends true and constant: a good plot, good
-friends, and full of expectation; an excellent plot,
-very good friends. What a frosty-spirited rogue is
-this! Why, my lord of York commends the plot and the
-general course of action. 'Zounds, an I were now by
-this rascal, I could brain him with his lady's fan.
-Is there not my father, my uncle and myself? lord
-Edmund Mortimer, My lord of York and Owen Glendower?
-is there not besides the Douglas? have I not all
-their letters to meet me in arms by the ninth of the
-next month? and are they not some of them set
-forward already? What a pagan rascal is this! an
-infidel! Ha! you shall see now in very sincerity
-of fear and cold heart, will he to the king and lay
-open all our proceedings. O, I could divide myself
-and go to buffets, for moving such a dish of
-skim milk with so honourable an action! Hang him!
-let him tell the king: we are prepared. I will set
-forward to-night.
-

Enter LADY PERCY

-How now, Kate! I must leave you within these two hours.
-
- -LADY PERCY -
-O, my good lord, why are you thus alone?
-For what offence have I this fortnight been
-A banish'd woman from my Harry's bed?
-Tell me, sweet lord, what is't that takes from thee
-Thy stomach, pleasure and thy golden sleep?
-Why dost thou bend thine eyes upon the earth,
-And start so often when thou sit'st alone?
-Why hast thou lost the fresh blood in thy cheeks;
-And given my treasures and my rights of thee
-To thick-eyed musing and cursed melancholy?
-In thy faint slumbers I by thee have watch'd,
-And heard thee murmur tales of iron wars;
-Speak terms of manage to thy bounding steed;
-Cry 'Courage! to the field!' And thou hast talk'd
-Of sallies and retires, of trenches, tents,
-Of palisadoes, frontiers, parapets,
-Of basilisks, of cannon, culverin,
-Of prisoners' ransom and of soldiers slain,
-And all the currents of a heady fight.
-Thy spirit within thee hath been so at war
-And thus hath so bestirr'd thee in thy sleep,
-That beads of sweat have stood upon thy brow
-Like bubbles in a late-disturbed stream;
-And in thy face strange motions have appear'd,
-Such as we see when men restrain their breath
-On some great sudden hest. O, what portents are these?
-Some heavy business hath my lord in hand,
-And I must know it, else he loves me not.
-
- -HOTSPUR -
-What, ho!
-

Enter Servant

-Is Gilliams with the packet gone?
-
- -Servant -
-He is, my lord, an hour ago.
-
- -HOTSPUR -
-Hath Butler brought those horses from the sheriff?
-
- -Servant -
-One horse, my lord, he brought even now.
-
- -HOTSPUR -
-What horse? a roan, a crop-ear, is it not?
-
- -Servant -
-It is, my lord.
-
- -HOTSPUR -
- That roan shall by my throne.
-Well, I will back him straight: O esperance!
-Bid Butler lead him forth into the park.
-

Exit Servant

-
- -LADY PERCY -
-But hear you, my lord.
-
- -HOTSPUR -
-What say'st thou, my lady?
-
- -LADY PERCY -
-What is it carries you away?
-
- -HOTSPUR -
-Why, my horse, my love, my horse.
-
- -LADY PERCY -
-Out, you mad-headed ape!
-A weasel hath not such a deal of spleen
-As you are toss'd with. In faith,
-I'll know your business, Harry, that I will.
-I fear my brother Mortimer doth stir
-About his title, and hath sent for you
-To line his enterprise: but if you go,--
-
- -HOTSPUR -
-So far afoot, I shall be weary, love.
-
- -LADY PERCY -
-Come, come, you paraquito, answer me
-Directly unto this question that I ask:
-In faith, I'll break thy little finger, Harry,
-An if thou wilt not tell me all things true.
-
- -HOTSPUR -
-Away,
-Away, you trifler! Love! I love thee not,
-I care not for thee, Kate: this is no world
-To play with mammets and to tilt with lips:
-We must have bloody noses and crack'd crowns,
-And pass them current too. God's me, my horse!
-What say'st thou, Kate? what would'st thou
-have with me?
-
- -LADY PERCY -
-Do you not love me? do you not, indeed?
-Well, do not then; for since you love me not,
-I will not love myself. Do you not love me?
-Nay, tell me if you speak in jest or no.
-
- -HOTSPUR -
-Come, wilt thou see me ride?
-And when I am on horseback, I will swear
-I love thee infinitely. But hark you, Kate;
-I must not have you henceforth question me
-Whither I go, nor reason whereabout:
-Whither I must, I must; and, to conclude,
-This evening must I leave you, gentle Kate.
-I know you wise, but yet no farther wise
-Than Harry Percy's wife: constant you are,
-But yet a woman: and for secrecy,
-No lady closer; for I well believe
-Thou wilt not utter what thou dost not know;
-And so far will I trust thee, gentle Kate.
-
- -LADY PERCY -
-How! so far?
-
- -HOTSPUR -
-Not an inch further. But hark you, Kate:
-Whither I go, thither shall you go too;
-To-day will I set forth, to-morrow you.
-Will this content you, Kate?
-
- -LADY PERCY -
-It must of force.
-

Exeunt

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SCENE IV. The Boar's-Head Tavern, Eastcheap.

- -

-Enter PRINCE HENRY and POINS -
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-Ned, prithee, come out of that fat room, and lend me
-thy hand to laugh a little.
-
- -POINS -
-Where hast been, Hal?
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-With three or four loggerheads amongst three or four
-score hogsheads. I have sounded the very
-base-string of humility. Sirrah, I am sworn brother
-to a leash of drawers; and can call them all by
-their christen names, as Tom, Dick, and Francis.
-They take it already upon their salvation, that
-though I be but the prince of Wales, yet I am king
-of courtesy; and tell me flatly I am no proud Jack,
-like Falstaff, but a Corinthian, a lad of mettle, a
-good boy, by the Lord, so they call me, and when I
-am king of England, I shall command all the good
-lads in Eastcheap. They call drinking deep, dyeing
-scarlet; and when you breathe in your watering, they
-cry 'hem!' and bid you play it off. To conclude, I
-am so good a proficient in one quarter of an hour,
-that I can drink with any tinker in his own language
-during my life. I tell thee, Ned, thou hast lost
-much honour, that thou wert not with me in this sweet
-action. But, sweet Ned,--to sweeten which name of
-Ned, I give thee this pennyworth of sugar, clapped
-even now into my hand by an under-skinker, one that
-never spake other English in his life than 'Eight
-shillings and sixpence' and 'You are welcome,' with
-this shrill addition, 'Anon, anon, sir! Score a pint
-of bastard in the Half-Moon,' or so. But, Ned, to
-drive away the time till Falstaff come, I prithee,
-do thou stand in some by-room, while I question my
-puny drawer to what end he gave me the sugar; and do
-thou never leave calling 'Francis,' that his tale
-to me may be nothing but 'Anon.' Step aside, and
-I'll show thee a precedent.
-
- -POINS -
-Francis!
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-Thou art perfect.
-
- -POINS -
-Francis!
-

Exit POINS

-

Enter FRANCIS

-
- -FRANCIS -
-Anon, anon, sir. Look down into the Pomgarnet, Ralph.
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-Come hither, Francis.
-
- -FRANCIS -
-My lord?
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-How long hast thou to serve, Francis?
-
- -FRANCIS -
-Forsooth, five years, and as much as to--
-
- -POINS -
-[Within] Francis!
-
- -FRANCIS -
-Anon, anon, sir.
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-Five year! by'r lady, a long lease for the clinking
-of pewter. But, Francis, darest thou be so valiant
-as to play the coward with thy indenture and show it
-a fair pair of heels and run from it?
-
- -FRANCIS -
-O Lord, sir, I'll be sworn upon all the books in
-England, I could find in my heart.
-
- -POINS -
-[Within] Francis!
-
- -FRANCIS -
-Anon, sir.
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-How old art thou, Francis?
-
- -FRANCIS -
-Let me see--about Michaelmas next I shall be--
-
- -POINS -
-[Within] Francis!
-
- -FRANCIS -
-Anon, sir. Pray stay a little, my lord.
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-Nay, but hark you, Francis: for the sugar thou
-gavest me,'twas a pennyworth, wast't not?
-
- -FRANCIS -
-O Lord, I would it had been two!
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-I will give thee for it a thousand pound: ask me
-when thou wilt, and thou shalt have it.
-
- -POINS -
-[Within] Francis!
-
- -FRANCIS -
-Anon, anon.
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-Anon, Francis? No, Francis; but to-morrow, Francis;
-or, Francis, o' Thursday; or indeed, Francis, when
-thou wilt. But, Francis!
-
- -FRANCIS -
-My lord?
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-Wilt thou rob this leathern jerkin, crystal-button,
-not-pated, agate-ring, puke-stocking, caddis-garter,
-smooth-tongue, Spanish-pouch,--
-
- -FRANCIS -
-O Lord, sir, who do you mean?
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-Why, then, your brown bastard is your only drink;
-for look you, Francis, your white canvas doublet
-will sully: in Barbary, sir, it cannot come to so much.
-
- -FRANCIS -
-What, sir?
-
- -POINS -
-[Within] Francis!
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-Away, you rogue! dost thou not hear them call?
-

Here they both call him; the drawer stands amazed, not knowing which way to go

-

Enter Vintner

-
- -Vintner -
-What, standest thou still, and hearest such a
-calling? Look to the guests within.
-

Exit Francis

-My lord, old Sir John, with half-a-dozen more, are
-at the door: shall I let them in?
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-Let them alone awhile, and then open the door.
-

Exit Vintner

-Poins!
-

Re-enter POINS

-
- -POINS -
-Anon, anon, sir.
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-Sirrah, Falstaff and the rest of the thieves are at
-the door: shall we be merry?
-
- -POINS -
-As merry as crickets, my lad. But hark ye; what
-cunning match have you made with this jest of the
-drawer? come, what's the issue?
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-I am now of all humours that have showed themselves
-humours since the old days of goodman Adam to the
-pupil age of this present twelve o'clock at midnight.
-

Re-enter FRANCIS

-What's o'clock, Francis?
-
- -FRANCIS -
-Anon, anon, sir.
-

Exit

-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-That ever this fellow should have fewer words than a
-parrot, and yet the son of a woman! His industry is
-upstairs and downstairs; his eloquence the parcel of
-a reckoning. I am not yet of Percy's mind, the
-Hotspur of the north; he that kills me some six or
-seven dozen of Scots at a breakfast, washes his
-hands, and says to his wife 'Fie upon this quiet
-life! I want work.' 'O my sweet Harry,' says she,
-'how many hast thou killed to-day?' 'Give my roan
-horse a drench,' says he; and answers 'Some
-fourteen,' an hour after; 'a trifle, a trifle.' I
-prithee, call in Falstaff: I'll play Percy, and
-that damned brawn shall play Dame Mortimer his
-wife. 'Rivo!' says the drunkard. Call in ribs, call in tallow.
-

Enter FALSTAFF, GADSHILL, BARDOLPH, and PETO; FRANCIS following with wine

-
- -POINS -
-Welcome, Jack: where hast thou been?
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-A plague of all cowards, I say, and a vengeance too!
-marry, and amen! Give me a cup of sack, boy. Ere I
-lead this life long, I'll sew nether stocks and mend
-them and foot them too. A plague of all cowards!
-Give me a cup of sack, rogue. Is there no virtue extant?
-

He drinks

-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-Didst thou never see Titan kiss a dish of butter?
-pitiful-hearted Titan, that melted at the sweet tale
-of the sun's! if thou didst, then behold that compound.
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-You rogue, here's lime in this sack too: there is
-nothing but roguery to be found in villanous man:
-yet a coward is worse than a cup of sack with lime
-in it. A villanous coward! Go thy ways, old Jack;
-die when thou wilt, if manhood, good manhood, be
-not forgot upon the face of the earth, then am I a
-shotten herring. There live not three good men
-unhanged in England; and one of them is fat and
-grows old: God help the while! a bad world, I say.
-I would I were a weaver; I could sing psalms or any
-thing. A plague of all cowards, I say still.
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-How now, wool-sack! what mutter you?
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-A king's son! If I do not beat thee out of thy
-kingdom with a dagger of lath, and drive all thy
-subjects afore thee like a flock of wild-geese,
-I'll never wear hair on my face more. You Prince of Wales!
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-Why, you whoreson round man, what's the matter?
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-Are not you a coward? answer me to that: and Poins there?
-
- -POINS -
-'Zounds, ye fat paunch, an ye call me coward, by the
-Lord, I'll stab thee.
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-I call thee coward! I'll see thee damned ere I call
-thee coward: but I would give a thousand pound I
-could run as fast as thou canst. You are straight
-enough in the shoulders, you care not who sees your
-back: call you that backing of your friends? A
-plague upon such backing! give me them that will
-face me. Give me a cup of sack: I am a rogue, if I
-drunk to-day.
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-O villain! thy lips are scarce wiped since thou
-drunkest last.
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-All's one for that.
-

He drinks

-A plague of all cowards, still say I.
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-What's the matter?
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-What's the matter! there be four of us here have
-ta'en a thousand pound this day morning.
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-Where is it, Jack? where is it?
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-Where is it! taken from us it is: a hundred upon
-poor four of us.
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-What, a hundred, man?
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-I am a rogue, if I were not at half-sword with a
-dozen of them two hours together. I have 'scaped by
-miracle. I am eight times thrust through the
-doublet, four through the hose; my buckler cut
-through and through; my sword hacked like a
-hand-saw--ecce signum! I never dealt better since
-I was a man: all would not do. A plague of all
-cowards! Let them speak: if they speak more or
-less than truth, they are villains and the sons of darkness.
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-Speak, sirs; how was it?
-
- -GADSHILL -
-We four set upon some dozen--
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-Sixteen at least, my lord.
-
- -GADSHILL -
-And bound them.
-
- -PETO -
-No, no, they were not bound.
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-You rogue, they were bound, every man of them; or I
-am a Jew else, an Ebrew Jew.
-
- -GADSHILL -
-As we were sharing, some six or seven fresh men set upon us--
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-And unbound the rest, and then come in the other.
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-What, fought you with them all?
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-All! I know not what you call all; but if I fought
-not with fifty of them, I am a bunch of radish: if
-there were not two or three and fifty upon poor old
-Jack, then am I no two-legged creature.
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-Pray God you have not murdered some of them.
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-Nay, that's past praying for: I have peppered two
-of them; two I am sure I have paid, two rogues
-in buckram suits. I tell thee what, Hal, if I tell
-thee a lie, spit in my face, call me horse. Thou
-knowest my old ward; here I lay and thus I bore my
-point. Four rogues in buckram let drive at me--
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-What, four? thou saidst but two even now.
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-Four, Hal; I told thee four.
-
- -POINS -
-Ay, ay, he said four.
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-These four came all a-front, and mainly thrust at
-me. I made me no more ado but took all their seven
-points in my target, thus.
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-Seven? why, there were but four even now.
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-In buckram?
-
- -POINS -
-Ay, four, in buckram suits.
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-Seven, by these hilts, or I am a villain else.
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-Prithee, let him alone; we shall have more anon.
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-Dost thou hear me, Hal?
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-Ay, and mark thee too, Jack.
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-Do so, for it is worth the listening to. These nine
-in buckram that I told thee of--
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-So, two more already.
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-Their points being broken,--
-
- -POINS -
-Down fell their hose.
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-Began to give me ground: but I followed me close,
-came in foot and hand; and with a thought seven of
-the eleven I paid.
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-O monstrous! eleven buckram men grown out of two!
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-But, as the devil would have it, three misbegotten
-knaves in Kendal green came at my back and let drive
-at me; for it was so dark, Hal, that thou couldst
-not see thy hand.
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-These lies are like their father that begets them;
-gross as a mountain, open, palpable. Why, thou
-clay-brained guts, thou knotty-pated fool, thou
-whoreson, obscene, grease tallow-catch,--
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-What, art thou mad? art thou mad? is not the truth
-the truth?
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-Why, how couldst thou know these men in Kendal
-green, when it was so dark thou couldst not see thy
-hand? come, tell us your reason: what sayest thou to this?
-
- -POINS -
-Come, your reason, Jack, your reason.
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-What, upon compulsion? 'Zounds, an I were at the
-strappado, or all the racks in the world, I would
-not tell you on compulsion. Give you a reason on
-compulsion! If reasons were as plentiful as
-blackberries, I would give no man a reason upon
-compulsion, I.
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-I'll be no longer guilty of this sin; this sanguine
-coward, this bed-presser, this horseback-breaker,
-this huge hill of flesh,--
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-'Sblood, you starveling, you elf-skin, you dried
-neat's tongue, you bull's pizzle, you stock-fish! O
-for breath to utter what is like thee! you
-tailor's-yard, you sheath, you bowcase; you vile
-standing-tuck,--
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-Well, breathe awhile, and then to it again: and
-when thou hast tired thyself in base comparisons,
-hear me speak but this.
-
- -POINS -
-Mark, Jack.
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-We two saw you four set on four and bound them, and
-were masters of their wealth. Mark now, how a plain
-tale shall put you down. Then did we two set on you
-four; and, with a word, out-faced you from your
-prize, and have it; yea, and can show it you here in
-the house: and, Falstaff, you carried your guts
-away as nimbly, with as quick dexterity, and roared
-for mercy and still run and roared, as ever I heard
-bull-calf. What a slave art thou, to hack thy sword
-as thou hast done, and then say it was in fight!
-What trick, what device, what starting-hole, canst
-thou now find out to hide thee from this open and
-apparent shame?
-
- -POINS -
-Come, let's hear, Jack; what trick hast thou now?
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-By the Lord, I knew ye as well as he that made ye.
-Why, hear you, my masters: was it for me to kill the
-heir-apparent? should I turn upon the true prince?
-why, thou knowest I am as valiant as Hercules: but
-beware instinct; the lion will not touch the true
-prince. Instinct is a great matter; I was now a
-coward on instinct. I shall think the better of
-myself and thee during my life; I for a valiant
-lion, and thou for a true prince. But, by the Lord,
-lads, I am glad you have the money. Hostess, clap
-to the doors: watch to-night, pray to-morrow.
-Gallants, lads, boys, hearts of gold, all the titles
-of good fellowship come to you! What, shall we be
-merry? shall we have a play extempore?
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-Content; and the argument shall be thy running away.
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-Ah, no more of that, Hal, an thou lovest me!
-

Enter Hostess

-
- -Hostess -
-O Jesu, my lord the prince!
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-How now, my lady the hostess! what sayest thou to
-me?
-
- -Hostess -
-Marry, my lord, there is a nobleman of the court at
-door would speak with you: he says he comes from
-your father.
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-Give him as much as will make him a royal man, and
-send him back again to my mother.
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-What manner of man is he?
-
- -Hostess -
-An old man.
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-What doth gravity out of his bed at midnight? Shall
-I give him his answer?
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-Prithee, do, Jack.
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-'Faith, and I'll send him packing.
-

Exit FALSTAFF

-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-Now, sirs: by'r lady, you fought fair; so did you,
-Peto; so did you, Bardolph: you are lions too, you
-ran away upon instinct, you will not touch the true
-prince; no, fie!
-
- -BARDOLPH -
-'Faith, I ran when I saw others run.
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-'Faith, tell me now in earnest, how came Falstaff's
-sword so hacked?
-
- -PETO -
-Why, he hacked it with his dagger, and said he would
-swear truth out of England but he would make you
-believe it was done in fight, and persuaded us to do the like.
-
- -BARDOLPH -
-Yea, and to tickle our noses with spear-grass to
-make them bleed, and then to beslubber our garments
-with it and swear it was the blood of true men. I
-did that I did not this seven year before, I blushed
-to hear his monstrous devices.
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-O villain, thou stolest a cup of sack eighteen years
-ago, and wert taken with the manner, and ever since
-thou hast blushed extempore. Thou hadst fire and
-sword on thy side, and yet thou rannest away: what
-instinct hadst thou for it?
-
- -BARDOLPH -
-My lord, do you see these meteors? do you behold
-these exhalations?
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-I do.
-
- -BARDOLPH -
-What think you they portend?
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-Hot livers and cold purses.
-
- -BARDOLPH -
-Choler, my lord, if rightly taken.
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-No, if rightly taken, halter.
-

Re-enter FALSTAFF

-Here comes lean Jack, here comes bare-bone.
-How now, my sweet creature of bombast!
-How long is't ago, Jack, since thou sawest thine own knee?
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-My own knee! when I was about thy years, Hal, I was
-not an eagle's talon in the waist; I could have
-crept into any alderman's thumb-ring: a plague of
-sighing and grief! it blows a man up like a
-bladder. There's villanous news abroad: here was
-Sir John Bracy from your father; you must to the
-court in the morning. That same mad fellow of the
-north, Percy, and he of Wales, that gave Amamon the
-bastinado and made Lucifer cuckold and swore the
-devil his true liegeman upon the cross of a Welsh
-hook--what a plague call you him?
-
- -POINS -
-O, Glendower.
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-Owen, Owen, the same; and his son-in-law Mortimer,
-and old Northumberland, and that sprightly Scot of
-Scots, Douglas, that runs o' horseback up a hill
-perpendicular,--
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-He that rides at high speed and with his pistol
-kills a sparrow flying.
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-You have hit it.
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-So did he never the sparrow.
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-Well, that rascal hath good mettle in him; he will not run.
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-Why, what a rascal art thou then, to praise him so
-for running!
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-O' horseback, ye cuckoo; but afoot he will not budge a foot.
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-Yes, Jack, upon instinct.
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-I grant ye, upon instinct. Well, he is there too,
-and one Mordake, and a thousand blue-caps more:
-Worcester is stolen away to-night; thy father's
-beard is turned white with the news: you may buy
-land now as cheap as stinking mackerel.
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-Why, then, it is like, if there come a hot June and
-this civil buffeting hold, we shall buy maidenheads
-as they buy hob-nails, by the hundreds.
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-By the mass, lad, thou sayest true; it is like we
-shall have good trading that way. But tell me, Hal,
-art not thou horrible afeard? thou being
-heir-apparent, could the world pick thee out three
-such enemies again as that fiend Douglas, that
-spirit Percy, and that devil Glendower? Art thou
-not horribly afraid? doth not thy blood thrill at
-it?
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-Not a whit, i' faith; I lack some of thy instinct.
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-Well, thou wert be horribly chid tomorrow when thou
-comest to thy father: if thou love me, practise an answer.
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-Do thou stand for my father, and examine me upon the
-particulars of my life.
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-Shall I? content: this chair shall be my state,
-this dagger my sceptre, and this cushion my crown.
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-Thy state is taken for a joined-stool, thy golden
-sceptre for a leaden dagger, and thy precious rich
-crown for a pitiful bald crown!
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-Well, an the fire of grace be not quite out of thee,
-now shalt thou be moved. Give me a cup of sack to
-make my eyes look red, that it may be thought I have
-wept; for I must speak in passion, and I will do it
-in King Cambyses' vein.
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-Well, here is my leg.
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-And here is my speech. Stand aside, nobility.
-
- -Hostess -
-O Jesu, this is excellent sport, i' faith!
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-Weep not, sweet queen; for trickling tears are vain.
-
- -Hostess -
-O, the father, how he holds his countenance!
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-For God's sake, lords, convey my tristful queen;
-For tears do stop the flood-gates of her eyes.
-
- -Hostess -
-O Jesu, he doth it as like one of these harlotry
-players as ever I see!
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-Peace, good pint-pot; peace, good tickle-brain.
-Harry, I do not only marvel where thou spendest thy
-time, but also how thou art accompanied: for though
-the camomile, the more it is trodden on the faster
-it grows, yet youth, the more it is wasted the
-sooner it wears. That thou art my son, I have
-partly thy mother's word, partly my own opinion,
-but chiefly a villanous trick of thine eye and a
-foolish-hanging of thy nether lip, that doth warrant
-me. If then thou be son to me, here lies the point;
-why, being son to me, art thou so pointed at? Shall
-the blessed sun of heaven prove a micher and eat
-blackberries? a question not to be asked. Shall
-the sun of England prove a thief and take purses? a
-question to be asked. There is a thing, Harry,
-which thou hast often heard of and it is known to
-many in our land by the name of pitch: this pitch,
-as ancient writers do report, doth defile; so doth
-the company thou keepest: for, Harry, now I do not
-speak to thee in drink but in tears, not in
-pleasure but in passion, not in words only, but in
-woes also: and yet there is a virtuous man whom I
-have often noted in thy company, but I know not his name.
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-What manner of man, an it like your majesty?
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-A goodly portly man, i' faith, and a corpulent; of a
-cheerful look, a pleasing eye and a most noble
-carriage; and, as I think, his age some fifty, or,
-by'r lady, inclining to three score; and now I
-remember me, his name is Falstaff: if that man
-should be lewdly given, he deceiveth me; for, Harry,
-I see virtue in his looks. If then the tree may be
-known by the fruit, as the fruit by the tree, then,
-peremptorily I speak it, there is virtue in that
-Falstaff: him keep with, the rest banish. And tell
-me now, thou naughty varlet, tell me, where hast
-thou been this month?
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-Dost thou speak like a king? Do thou stand for me,
-and I'll play my father.
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-Depose me? if thou dost it half so gravely, so
-majestically, both in word and matter, hang me up by
-the heels for a rabbit-sucker or a poulter's hare.
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-Well, here I am set.
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-And here I stand: judge, my masters.
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-Now, Harry, whence come you?
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-My noble lord, from Eastcheap.
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-The complaints I hear of thee are grievous.
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-'Sblood, my lord, they are false: nay, I'll tickle
-ye for a young prince, i' faith.
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-Swearest thou, ungracious boy? henceforth ne'er look
-on me. Thou art violently carried away from grace:
-there is a devil haunts thee in the likeness of an
-old fat man; a tun of man is thy companion. Why
-dost thou converse with that trunk of humours, that
-bolting-hutch of beastliness, that swollen parcel
-of dropsies, that huge bombard of sack, that stuffed
-cloak-bag of guts, that roasted Manningtree ox with
-the pudding in his belly, that reverend vice, that
-grey iniquity, that father ruffian, that vanity in
-years? Wherein is he good, but to taste sack and
-drink it? wherein neat and cleanly, but to carve a
-capon and eat it? wherein cunning, but in craft?
-wherein crafty, but in villany? wherein villanous,
-but in all things? wherein worthy, but in nothing?
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-I would your grace would take me with you: whom
-means your grace?
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-That villanous abominable misleader of youth,
-Falstaff, that old white-bearded Satan.
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-My lord, the man I know.
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-I know thou dost.
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-But to say I know more harm in him than in myself,
-were to say more than I know. That he is old, the
-more the pity, his white hairs do witness it; but
-that he is, saving your reverence, a whoremaster,
-that I utterly deny. If sack and sugar be a fault,
-God help the wicked! if to be old and merry be a
-sin, then many an old host that I know is damned: if
-to be fat be to be hated, then Pharaoh's lean kine
-are to be loved. No, my good lord; banish Peto,
-banish Bardolph, banish Poins: but for sweet Jack
-Falstaff, kind Jack Falstaff, true Jack Falstaff,
-valiant Jack Falstaff, and therefore more valiant,
-being, as he is, old Jack Falstaff, banish not him
-thy Harry's company, banish not him thy Harry's
-company: banish plump Jack, and banish all the world.
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-I do, I will.
-

A knocking heard

-

Exeunt Hostess, FRANCIS, and BARDOLPH

-

Re-enter BARDOLPH, running

-
- -BARDOLPH -
-O, my lord, my lord! the sheriff with a most
-monstrous watch is at the door.
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-Out, ye rogue! Play out the play: I have much to
-say in the behalf of that Falstaff.
-

Re-enter the Hostess

-
- -Hostess -
-O Jesu, my lord, my lord!
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-Heigh, heigh! the devil rides upon a fiddlestick:
-what's the matter?
-
- -Hostess -
-The sheriff and all the watch are at the door: they
-are come to search the house. Shall I let them in?
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-Dost thou hear, Hal? never call a true piece of
-gold a counterfeit: thou art essentially mad,
-without seeming so.
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-And thou a natural coward, without instinct.
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-I deny your major: if you will deny the sheriff,
-so; if not, let him enter: if I become not a cart
-as well as another man, a plague on my bringing up!
-I hope I shall as soon be strangled with a halter as another.
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-Go, hide thee behind the arras: the rest walk up
-above. Now, my masters, for a true face and good
-conscience.
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-Both which I have had: but their date is out, and
-therefore I'll hide me.
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-Call in the sheriff.
-

Exeunt all except PRINCE HENRY and PETO

-

Enter Sheriff and the Carrier

-Now, master sheriff, what is your will with me?
-
- -Sheriff -
-First, pardon me, my lord. A hue and cry
-Hath follow'd certain men unto this house.
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-What men?
-
- -Sheriff -
-One of them is well known, my gracious lord,
-A gross fat man.
-
- -Carrier -
- As fat as butter.
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-The man, I do assure you, is not here;
-For I myself at this time have employ'd him.
-And, sheriff, I will engage my word to thee
-That I will, by to-morrow dinner-time,
-Send him to answer thee, or any man,
-For any thing he shall be charged withal:
-And so let me entreat you leave the house.
-
- -Sheriff -
-I will, my lord. There are two gentlemen
-Have in this robbery lost three hundred marks.
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-It may be so: if he have robb'd these men,
-He shall be answerable; and so farewell.
-
- -Sheriff -
-Good night, my noble lord.
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-I think it is good morrow, is it not?
-
- -Sheriff -
-Indeed, my lord, I think it be two o'clock.
-

Exeunt Sheriff and Carrier

-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-This oily rascal is known as well as Paul's. Go,
-call him forth.
-
- -PETO -
-Falstaff!--Fast asleep behind the arras, and
-snorting like a horse.
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-Hark, how hard he fetches breath. Search his pockets.
-

He searcheth his pockets, and findeth certain papers

-What hast thou found?
-
- -PETO -
-Nothing but papers, my lord.
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-Let's see what they be: read them.
-
- -PETO -
-[Reads] Item, A capon,. . 2s. 2d.
-Item, Sauce,. . . 4d.
-Item, Sack, two gallons, 5s. 8d.
-Item, Anchovies and sack after supper, 2s. 6d.
-Item, Bread, ob.
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-O monstrous! but one half-penny-worth of bread to
-this intolerable deal of sack! What there is else,
-keep close; we'll read it at more advantage: there
-let him sleep till day. I'll to the court in the
-morning. We must all to the wars, and thy place
-shall be honourable. I'll procure this fat rogue a
-charge of foot; and I know his death will be a
-march of twelve-score. The money shall be paid
-back again with advantage. Be with me betimes in
-the morning; and so, good morrow, Peto.
-

Exeunt

-
- -PETO -
-Good morrow, good my lord.
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SCENE I. Bangor. The Archdeacon's house.

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-Enter HOTSPUR, WORCESTER, MORTIMER, and GLENDOWER -
- -MORTIMER -
-These promises are fair, the parties sure,
-And our induction full of prosperous hope.
-
- -HOTSPUR -
-Lord Mortimer, and cousin Glendower,
-Will you sit down?
-And uncle Worcester: a plague upon it!
-I have forgot the map.
-
- -GLENDOWER -
-No, here it is.
-Sit, cousin Percy; sit, good cousin Hotspur,
-For by that name as oft as Lancaster
-Doth speak of you, his cheek looks pale and with
-A rising sigh he wisheth you in heaven.
-
- -HOTSPUR -
-And you in hell, as oft as he hears Owen Glendower spoke of.
-
- -GLENDOWER -
-I cannot blame him: at my nativity
-The front of heaven was full of fiery shapes,
-Of burning cressets; and at my birth
-The frame and huge foundation of the earth
-Shaked like a coward.
-
- -HOTSPUR -
-Why, so it would have done at the same season, if
-your mother's cat had but kittened, though yourself
-had never been born.
-
- -GLENDOWER -
-I say the earth did shake when I was born.
-
- -HOTSPUR -
-And I say the earth was not of my mind,
-If you suppose as fearing you it shook.
-
- -GLENDOWER -
-The heavens were all on fire, the earth did tremble.
-
- -HOTSPUR -
-O, then the earth shook to see the heavens on fire,
-And not in fear of your nativity.
-Diseased nature oftentimes breaks forth
-In strange eruptions; oft the teeming earth
-Is with a kind of colic pinch'd and vex'd
-By the imprisoning of unruly wind
-Within her womb; which, for enlargement striving,
-Shakes the old beldam earth and topples down
-Steeples and moss-grown towers. At your birth
-Our grandam earth, having this distemperature,
-In passion shook.
-
- -GLENDOWER -
- Cousin, of many men
-I do not bear these crossings. Give me leave
-To tell you once again that at my birth
-The front of heaven was full of fiery shapes,
-The goats ran from the mountains, and the herds
-Were strangely clamorous to the frighted fields.
-These signs have mark'd me extraordinary;
-And all the courses of my life do show
-I am not in the roll of common men.
-Where is he living, clipp'd in with the sea
-That chides the banks of England, Scotland, Wales,
-Which calls me pupil, or hath read to me?
-And bring him out that is but woman's son
-Can trace me in the tedious ways of art
-And hold me pace in deep experiments.
-
- -HOTSPUR -
-I think there's no man speaks better Welsh.
-I'll to dinner.
-
- -MORTIMER -
-Peace, cousin Percy; you will make him mad.
-
- -GLENDOWER -
-I can call spirits from the vasty deep.
-
- -HOTSPUR -
-Why, so can I, or so can any man;
-But will they come when you do call for them?
-
- -GLENDOWER -
-Why, I can teach you, cousin, to command
-The devil.
-
- -HOTSPUR -
-And I can teach thee, coz, to shame the devil
-By telling truth: tell truth and shame the devil.
-If thou have power to raise him, bring him hither,
-And I'll be sworn I have power to shame him hence.
-O, while you live, tell truth and shame the devil!
-
- -MORTIMER -
-Come, come, no more of this unprofitable chat.
-
- -GLENDOWER -
-Three times hath Henry Bolingbroke made head
-Against my power; thrice from the banks of Wye
-And sandy-bottom'd Severn have I sent him
-Bootless home and weather-beaten back.
-
- -HOTSPUR -
-Home without boots, and in foul weather too!
-How 'scapes he agues, in the devil's name?
-
- -GLENDOWER -
-Come, here's the map: shall we divide our right
-According to our threefold order ta'en?
-
- -MORTIMER -
-The archdeacon hath divided it
-Into three limits very equally:
-England, from Trent and Severn hitherto,
-By south and east is to my part assign'd:
-All westward, Wales beyond the Severn shore,
-And all the fertile land within that bound,
-To Owen Glendower: and, dear coz, to you
-The remnant northward, lying off from Trent.
-And our indentures tripartite are drawn;
-Which being sealed interchangeably,
-A business that this night may execute,
-To-morrow, cousin Percy, you and I
-And my good Lord of Worcester will set forth
-To meet your father and the Scottish power,
-As is appointed us, at Shrewsbury.
-My father Glendower is not ready yet,
-Not shall we need his help these fourteen days.
-Within that space you may have drawn together
-Your tenants, friends and neighbouring gentlemen.
-
- -GLENDOWER -
-A shorter time shall send me to you, lords:
-And in my conduct shall your ladies come;
-From whom you now must steal and take no leave,
-For there will be a world of water shed
-Upon the parting of your wives and you.
-
- -HOTSPUR -
-Methinks my moiety, north from Burton here,
-In quantity equals not one of yours:
-See how this river comes me cranking in,
-And cuts me from the best of all my land
-A huge half-moon, a monstrous cantle out.
-I'll have the current in this place damm'd up;
-And here the smug and silver Trent shall run
-In a new channel, fair and evenly;
-It shall not wind with such a deep indent,
-To rob me of so rich a bottom here.
-
- -GLENDOWER -
-Not wind? it shall, it must; you see it doth.
-
- -MORTIMER -
-Yea, but
-Mark how he bears his course, and runs me up
-With like advantage on the other side;
-Gelding the opposed continent as much
-As on the other side it takes from you.
-
- -EARL OF WORCESTER -
-Yea, but a little charge will trench him here
-And on this north side win this cape of land;
-And then he runs straight and even.
-
- -HOTSPUR -
-I'll have it so: a little charge will do it.
-
- -GLENDOWER -
-I'll not have it alter'd.
-
- -HOTSPUR -
-Will not you?
-
- -GLENDOWER -
-No, nor you shall not.
-
- -HOTSPUR -
-Who shall say me nay?
-
- -GLENDOWER -
-Why, that will I.
-
- -HOTSPUR -
-Let me not understand you, then; speak it in Welsh.
-
- -GLENDOWER -
-I can speak English, lord, as well as you;
-For I was train'd up in the English court;
-Where, being but young, I framed to the harp
-Many an English ditty lovely well
-And gave the tongue a helpful ornament,
-A virtue that was never seen in you.
-
- -HOTSPUR -
-Marry,
-And I am glad of it with all my heart:
-I had rather be a kitten and cry mew
-Than one of these same metre ballad-mongers;
-I had rather hear a brazen canstick turn'd,
-Or a dry wheel grate on the axle-tree;
-And that would set my teeth nothing on edge,
-Nothing so much as mincing poetry:
-'Tis like the forced gait of a shuffling nag.
-
- -GLENDOWER -
-Come, you shall have Trent turn'd.
-
- -HOTSPUR -
-I do not care: I'll give thrice so much land
-To any well-deserving friend;
-But in the way of bargain, mark ye me,
-I'll cavil on the ninth part of a hair.
-Are the indentures drawn? shall we be gone?
-
- -GLENDOWER -
-The moon shines fair; you may away by night:
-I'll haste the writer and withal
-Break with your wives of your departure hence:
-I am afraid my daughter will run mad,
-So much she doteth on her Mortimer.
-

Exit GLENDOWER

-
- -MORTIMER -
-Fie, cousin Percy! how you cross my father!
-
- -HOTSPUR -
-I cannot choose: sometime he angers me
-With telling me of the mouldwarp and the ant,
-Of the dreamer Merlin and his prophecies,
-And of a dragon and a finless fish,
-A clip-wing'd griffin and a moulten raven,
-A couching lion and a ramping cat,
-And such a deal of skimble-skamble stuff
-As puts me from my faith. I tell you what;
-He held me last night at least nine hours
-In reckoning up the several devils' names
-That were his lackeys: I cried 'hum,' and 'well, go to,'
-But mark'd him not a word. O, he is as tedious
-As a tired horse, a railing wife;
-Worse than a smoky house: I had rather live
-With cheese and garlic in a windmill, far,
-Than feed on cates and have him talk to me
-In any summer-house in Christendom.
-
- -MORTIMER -
-In faith, he is a worthy gentleman,
-Exceedingly well read, and profited
-In strange concealments, valiant as a lion
-And as wondrous affable and as bountiful
-As mines of India. Shall I tell you, cousin?
-He holds your temper in a high respect
-And curbs himself even of his natural scope
-When you come 'cross his humour; faith, he does:
-I warrant you, that man is not alive
-Might so have tempted him as you have done,
-Without the taste of danger and reproof:
-But do not use it oft, let me entreat you.
-
- -EARL OF WORCESTER -
-In faith, my lord, you are too wilful-blame;
-And since your coming hither have done enough
-To put him quite beside his patience.
-You must needs learn, lord, to amend this fault:
-Though sometimes it show greatness, courage, blood,--
-And that's the dearest grace it renders you,--
-Yet oftentimes it doth present harsh rage,
-Defect of manners, want of government,
-Pride, haughtiness, opinion and disdain:
-The least of which haunting a nobleman
-Loseth men's hearts and leaves behind a stain
-Upon the beauty of all parts besides,
-Beguiling them of commendation.
-
- -HOTSPUR -
-Well, I am school'd: good manners be your speed!
-Here come our wives, and let us take our leave.
-

Re-enter GLENDOWER with the ladies

-
- -MORTIMER -
-This is the deadly spite that angers me;
-My wife can speak no English, I no Welsh.
-
- -GLENDOWER -
-My daughter weeps: she will not part with you;
-She'll be a soldier too, she'll to the wars.
-
- -MORTIMER -
-Good father, tell her that she and my aunt Percy
-Shall follow in your conduct speedily.
-

Glendower speaks to her in Welsh, and she answers him in the same

-
- -GLENDOWER -
-She is desperate here; a peevish self-wind harlotry,
-one that no persuasion can do good upon.
-

The lady speaks in Welsh

-
- -MORTIMER -
-I understand thy looks: that pretty Welsh
-Which thou pour'st down from these swelling heavens
-I am too perfect in; and, but for shame,
-In such a parley should I answer thee.
-

The lady speaks again in Welsh

-I understand thy kisses and thou mine,
-And that's a feeling disputation:
-But I will never be a truant, love,
-Till I have learned thy language; for thy tongue
-Makes Welsh as sweet as ditties highly penn'd,
-Sung by a fair queen in a summer's bower,
-With ravishing division, to her lute.
-
- -GLENDOWER -
-Nay, if you melt, then will she run mad.
-

The lady speaks again in Welsh

-
- -MORTIMER -
-O, I am ignorance itself in this!
-
- -GLENDOWER -
-She bids you on the wanton rushes lay you down
-And rest your gentle head upon her lap,
-And she will sing the song that pleaseth you
-And on your eyelids crown the god of sleep.
-Charming your blood with pleasing heaviness,
-Making such difference 'twixt wake and sleep
-As is the difference betwixt day and night
-The hour before the heavenly-harness'd team
-Begins his golden progress in the east.
-
- -MORTIMER -
-With all my heart I'll sit and hear her sing:
-By that time will our book, I think, be drawn
-
- -GLENDOWER -
-Do so;
-And those musicians that shall play to you
-Hang in the air a thousand leagues from hence,
-And straight they shall be here: sit, and attend.
-
- -HOTSPUR -
-Come, Kate, thou art perfect in lying down: come,
-quick, quick, that I may lay my head in thy lap.
-
- -LADY PERCY -
-Go, ye giddy goose.
-

The music plays

-
- -HOTSPUR -
-Now I perceive the devil understands Welsh;
-And 'tis no marvel he is so humorous.
-By'r lady, he is a good musician.
-
- -LADY PERCY -
-Then should you be nothing but musical for you are
-altogether governed by humours. Lie still, ye thief,
-and hear the lady sing in Welsh.
-
- -HOTSPUR -
-I had rather hear Lady, my brach, howl in Irish.
-
- -LADY PERCY -
-Wouldst thou have thy head broken?
-
- -HOTSPUR -
-No.
-
- -LADY PERCY -
-Then be still.
-
- -HOTSPUR -
-Neither;'tis a woman's fault.
-
- -LADY PERCY -
-Now God help thee!
-
- -HOTSPUR -
-To the Welsh lady's bed.
-
- -LADY PERCY -
-What's that?
-
- -HOTSPUR -
-Peace! she sings.
-

Here the lady sings a Welsh song

-
- -HOTSPUR -
-Come, Kate, I'll have your song too.
-
- -LADY PERCY -
-Not mine, in good sooth.
-
- -HOTSPUR -
-Not yours, in good sooth! Heart! you swear like a
-comfit-maker's wife. 'Not you, in good sooth,' and
-'as true as I live,' and 'as God shall mend me,' and
-'as sure as day,'
-And givest such sarcenet surety for thy oaths,
-As if thou never walk'st further than Finsbury.
-Swear me, Kate, like a lady as thou art,
-A good mouth-filling oath, and leave 'in sooth,'
-And such protest of pepper-gingerbread,
-To velvet-guards and Sunday-citizens.
-Come, sing.
-
- -LADY PERCY -
-I will not sing.
-
- -HOTSPUR -
-'Tis the next way to turn tailor, or be red-breast
-teacher. An the indentures be drawn, I'll away
-within these two hours; and so, come in when ye will.
-

Exit

-
- -GLENDOWER -
-Come, come, Lord Mortimer; you are as slow
-As hot Lord Percy is on fire to go.
-By this our book is drawn; we'll but seal,
-And then to horse immediately.
-
- -MORTIMER -
-With all my heart.
-

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SCENE II. London. The palace.

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-Enter KING HENRY IV, PRINCE HENRY, and others -
- -KING HENRY IV -
-Lords, give us leave; the Prince of Wales and I
-Must have some private conference; but be near at hand,
-For we shall presently have need of you.
-

Exeunt Lords

-I know not whether God will have it so,
-For some displeasing service I have done,
-That, in his secret doom, out of my blood
-He'll breed revengement and a scourge for me;
-But thou dost in thy passages of life
-Make me believe that thou art only mark'd
-For the hot vengeance and the rod of heaven
-To punish my mistreadings. Tell me else,
-Could such inordinate and low desires,
-Such poor, such bare, such lewd, such mean attempts,
-Such barren pleasures, rude society,
-As thou art match'd withal and grafted to,
-Accompany the greatness of thy blood
-And hold their level with thy princely heart?
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-So please your majesty, I would I could
-Quit all offences with as clear excuse
-As well as I am doubtless I can purge
-Myself of many I am charged withal:
-Yet such extenuation let me beg,
-As, in reproof of many tales devised,
-which oft the ear of greatness needs must hear,
-By smiling pick-thanks and base news-mongers,
-I may, for some things true, wherein my youth
-Hath faulty wander'd and irregular,
-Find pardon on my true submission.
-
- -KING HENRY IV -
-God pardon thee! yet let me wonder, Harry,
-At thy affections, which do hold a wing
-Quite from the flight of all thy ancestors.
-Thy place in council thou hast rudely lost.
-Which by thy younger brother is supplied,
-And art almost an alien to the hearts
-Of all the court and princes of my blood:
-The hope and expectation of thy time
-Is ruin'd, and the soul of every man
-Prophetically doth forethink thy fall.
-Had I so lavish of my presence been,
-So common-hackney'd in the eyes of men,
-So stale and cheap to vulgar company,
-Opinion, that did help me to the crown,
-Had still kept loyal to possession
-And left me in reputeless banishment,
-A fellow of no mark nor likelihood.
-By being seldom seen, I could not stir
-But like a comet I was wonder'd at;
-That men would tell their children 'This is he;'
-Others would say 'Where, which is Bolingbroke?'
-And then I stole all courtesy from heaven,
-And dress'd myself in such humility
-That I did pluck allegiance from men's hearts,
-Loud shouts and salutations from their mouths,
-Even in the presence of the crowned king.
-Thus did I keep my person fresh and new;
-My presence, like a robe pontifical,
-Ne'er seen but wonder'd at: and so my state,
-Seldom but sumptuous, showed like a feast
-And won by rareness such solemnity.
-The skipping king, he ambled up and down
-With shallow jesters and rash bavin wits,
-Soon kindled and soon burnt; carded his state,
-Mingled his royalty with capering fools,
-Had his great name profaned with their scorns
-And gave his countenance, against his name,
-To laugh at gibing boys and stand the push
-Of every beardless vain comparative,
-Grew a companion to the common streets,
-Enfeoff'd himself to popularity;
-That, being daily swallow'd by men's eyes,
-They surfeited with honey and began
-To loathe the taste of sweetness, whereof a little
-More than a little is by much too much.
-So when he had occasion to be seen,
-He was but as the cuckoo is in June,
-Heard, not regarded; seen, but with such eyes
-As, sick and blunted with community,
-Afford no extraordinary gaze,
-Such as is bent on sun-like majesty
-When it shines seldom in admiring eyes;
-But rather drowzed and hung their eyelids down,
-Slept in his face and render'd such aspect
-As cloudy men use to their adversaries,
-Being with his presence glutted, gorged and full.
-And in that very line, Harry, standest thou;
-For thou has lost thy princely privilege
-With vile participation: not an eye
-But is a-weary of thy common sight,
-Save mine, which hath desired to see thee more;
-Which now doth that I would not have it do,
-Make blind itself with foolish tenderness.
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-I shall hereafter, my thrice gracious lord,
-Be more myself.
-
- -KING HENRY IV -
- For all the world
-As thou art to this hour was Richard then
-When I from France set foot at Ravenspurgh,
-And even as I was then is Percy now.
-Now, by my sceptre and my soul to boot,
-He hath more worthy interest to the state
-Than thou the shadow of succession;
-For of no right, nor colour like to right,
-He doth fill fields with harness in the realm,
-Turns head against the lion's armed jaws,
-And, being no more in debt to years than thou,
-Leads ancient lords and reverend bishops on
-To bloody battles and to bruising arms.
-What never-dying honour hath he got
-Against renowned Douglas! whose high deeds,
-Whose hot incursions and great name in arms
-Holds from all soldiers chief majority
-And military title capital
-Through all the kingdoms that acknowledge Christ:
-Thrice hath this Hotspur, Mars in swathling clothes,
-This infant warrior, in his enterprises
-Discomfited great Douglas, ta'en him once,
-Enlarged him and made a friend of him,
-To fill the mouth of deep defiance up
-And shake the peace and safety of our throne.
-And what say you to this? Percy, Northumberland,
-The Archbishop's grace of York, Douglas, Mortimer,
-Capitulate against us and are up.
-But wherefore do I tell these news to thee?
-Why, Harry, do I tell thee of my foes,
-Which art my near'st and dearest enemy?
-Thou that art like enough, through vassal fear,
-Base inclination and the start of spleen
-To fight against me under Percy's pay,
-To dog his heels and curtsy at his frowns,
-To show how much thou art degenerate.
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-Do not think so; you shall not find it so:
-And God forgive them that so much have sway'd
-Your majesty's good thoughts away from me!
-I will redeem all this on Percy's head
-And in the closing of some glorious day
-Be bold to tell you that I am your son;
-When I will wear a garment all of blood
-And stain my favours in a bloody mask,
-Which, wash'd away, shall scour my shame with it:
-And that shall be the day, whene'er it lights,
-That this same child of honour and renown,
-This gallant Hotspur, this all-praised knight,
-And your unthought-of Harry chance to meet.
-For every honour sitting on his helm,
-Would they were multitudes, and on my head
-My shames redoubled! for the time will come,
-That I shall make this northern youth exchange
-His glorious deeds for my indignities.
-Percy is but my factor, good my lord,
-To engross up glorious deeds on my behalf;
-And I will call him to so strict account,
-That he shall render every glory up,
-Yea, even the slightest worship of his time,
-Or I will tear the reckoning from his heart.
-This, in the name of God, I promise here:
-The which if He be pleased I shall perform,
-I do beseech your majesty may salve
-The long-grown wounds of my intemperance:
-If not, the end of life cancels all bands;
-And I will die a hundred thousand deaths
-Ere break the smallest parcel of this vow.
-
- -KING HENRY IV -
-A hundred thousand rebels die in this:
-Thou shalt have charge and sovereign trust herein.
-

Enter BLUNT

-How now, good Blunt? thy looks are full of speed.
-
- -SIR WALTER BLUNT -
-So hath the business that I come to speak of.
-Lord Mortimer of Scotland hath sent word
-That Douglas and the English rebels met
-The eleventh of this month at Shrewsbury
-A mighty and a fearful head they are,
-If promises be kept on every hand,
-As ever offer'd foul play in the state.
-
- -KING HENRY IV -
-The Earl of Westmoreland set forth to-day;
-With him my son, Lord John of Lancaster;
-For this advertisement is five days old:
-On Wednesday next, Harry, you shall set forward;
-On Thursday we ourselves will march: our meeting
-Is Bridgenorth: and, Harry, you shall march
-Through Gloucestershire; by which account,
-Our business valued, some twelve days hence
-Our general forces at Bridgenorth shall meet.
-Our hands are full of business: let's away;
-Advantage feeds him fat, while men delay.
-

Exeunt

-
- -Scene III -
-Eastcheap. The Boar's-Head Tavern.
-

Enter FALSTAFF and BARDOLPH

-
- -FALSTAFF -
-Bardolph, am I not fallen away vilely since this last
-action? do I not bate? do I not dwindle? Why my
-skin hangs about me like an like an old lady's loose
-gown; I am withered like an old apple-john. Well,
-I'll repent, and that suddenly, while I am in some
-liking; I shall be out of heart shortly, and then I
-shall have no strength to repent. An I have not
-forgotten what the inside of a church is made of, I
-am a peppercorn, a brewer's horse: the inside of a
-church! Company, villanous company, hath been the
-spoil of me.
-
- -BARDOLPH -
-Sir John, you are so fretful, you cannot live long.
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-Why, there is it: come sing me a bawdy song; make
-me merry. I was as virtuously given as a gentleman
-need to be; virtuous enough; swore little; diced not
-above seven times a week; went to a bawdy-house once
-in a quarter--of an hour; paid money that I
-borrowed, three of four times; lived well and in
-good compass: and now I live out of all order, out
-of all compass.
-
- -BARDOLPH -
-Why, you are so fat, Sir John, that you must needs
-be out of all compass, out of all reasonable
-compass, Sir John.
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-Do thou amend thy face, and I'll amend my life:
-thou art our admiral, thou bearest the lantern in
-the poop, but 'tis in the nose of thee; thou art the
-Knight of the Burning Lamp.
-
- -BARDOLPH -
-Why, Sir John, my face does you no harm.
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-No, I'll be sworn; I make as good use of it as many
-a man doth of a Death's-head or a memento mori: I
-never see thy face but I think upon hell-fire and
-Dives that lived in purple; for there he is in his
-robes, burning, burning. If thou wert any way
-given to virtue, I would swear by thy face; my oath
-should be 'By this fire, that's God's angel:' but
-thou art altogether given over; and wert indeed, but
-for the light in thy face, the son of utter
-darkness. When thou rannest up Gadshill in the
-night to catch my horse, if I did not think thou
-hadst been an ignis fatuus or a ball of wildfire,
-there's no purchase in money. O, thou art a
-perpetual triumph, an everlasting bonfire-light!
-Thou hast saved me a thousand marks in links and
-torches, walking with thee in the night betwixt
-tavern and tavern: but the sack that thou hast
-drunk me would have bought me lights as good cheap
-at the dearest chandler's in Europe. I have
-maintained that salamander of yours with fire any
-time this two and thirty years; God reward me for
-it!
-
- -BARDOLPH -
-'Sblood, I would my face were in your belly!
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-God-a-mercy! so should I be sure to be heart-burned.
-

Enter Hostess

-How now, Dame Partlet the hen! have you inquired
-yet who picked my pocket?
-
- -Hostess -
-Why, Sir John, what do you think, Sir John? do you
-think I keep thieves in my house? I have searched,
-I have inquired, so has my husband, man by man, boy
-by boy, servant by servant: the tithe of a hair
-was never lost in my house before.
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-Ye lie, hostess: Bardolph was shaved and lost many
-a hair; and I'll be sworn my pocket was picked. Go
-to, you are a woman, go.
-
- -Hostess -
-Who, I? no; I defy thee: God's light, I was never
-called so in mine own house before.
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-Go to, I know you well enough.
-
- -Hostess -
-No, Sir John; You do not know me, Sir John. I know
-you, Sir John: you owe me money, Sir John; and now
-you pick a quarrel to beguile me of it: I bought
-you a dozen of shirts to your back.
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-Dowlas, filthy dowlas: I have given them away to
-bakers' wives, and they have made bolters of them.
-
- -Hostess -
-Now, as I am a true woman, holland of eight
-shillings an ell. You owe money here besides, Sir
-John, for your diet and by-drinkings, and money lent
-you, four and twenty pound.
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-He had his part of it; let him pay.
-
- -Hostess -
-He? alas, he is poor; he hath nothing.
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-How! poor? look upon his face; what call you rich?
-let them coin his nose, let them coin his cheeks:
-Ill not pay a denier. What, will you make a younker
-of me? shall I not take mine case in mine inn but I
-shall have my pocket picked? I have lost a
-seal-ring of my grandfather's worth forty mark.
-
- -Hostess -
-O Jesu, I have heard the prince tell him, I know not
-how oft, that ring was copper!
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-How! the prince is a Jack, a sneak-cup: 'sblood, an
-he were here, I would cudgel him like a dog, if he
-would say so.
-

Enter PRINCE HENRY and PETO, marching, and FALSTAFF meets them playing on his truncheon like a life

-How now, lad! is the wind in that door, i' faith?
-must we all march?
-
- -BARDOLPH -
-Yea, two and two, Newgate fashion.
-
- -Hostess -
-My lord, I pray you, hear me.
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-What sayest thou, Mistress Quickly? How doth thy
-husband? I love him well; he is an honest man.
-
- -Hostess -
-Good my lord, hear me.
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-Prithee, let her alone, and list to me.
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-What sayest thou, Jack?
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-The other night I fell asleep here behind the arras
-and had my pocket picked: this house is turned
-bawdy-house; they pick pockets.
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-What didst thou lose, Jack?
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-Wilt thou believe me, Hal? three or four bonds of
-forty pound apiece, and a seal-ring of my
-grandfather's.
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-A trifle, some eight-penny matter.
-
- -Hostess -
-So I told him, my lord; and I said I heard your
-grace say so: and, my lord, he speaks most vilely
-of you, like a foul-mouthed man as he is; and said
-he would cudgel you.
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-What! he did not?
-
- -Hostess -
-There's neither faith, truth, nor womanhood in me else.
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-There's no more faith in thee than in a stewed
-prune; nor no more truth in thee than in a drawn
-fox; and for womanhood, Maid Marian may be the
-deputy's wife of the ward to thee. Go, you thing,
-go
-
- -Hostess -
-Say, what thing? what thing?
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-What thing! why, a thing to thank God on.
-
- -Hostess -
-I am no thing to thank God on, I would thou
-shouldst know it; I am an honest man's wife: and,
-setting thy knighthood aside, thou art a knave to
-call me so.
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-Setting thy womanhood aside, thou art a beast to say
-otherwise.
-
- -Hostess -
-Say, what beast, thou knave, thou?
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-What beast! why, an otter.
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-An otter, Sir John! Why an otter?
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-Why, she's neither fish nor flesh; a man knows not
-where to have her.
-
- -Hostess -
-Thou art an unjust man in saying so: thou or any
-man knows where to have me, thou knave, thou!
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-Thou sayest true, hostess; and he slanders thee most grossly.
-
- -Hostess -
-So he doth you, my lord; and said this other day you
-ought him a thousand pound.
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-Sirrah, do I owe you a thousand pound?
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-A thousand pound, Ha! a million: thy love is worth
-a million: thou owest me thy love.
-
- -Hostess -
-Nay, my lord, he called you Jack, and said he would
-cudgel you.
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-Did I, Bardolph?
-
- -BARDOLPH -
-Indeed, Sir John, you said so.
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-Yea, if he said my ring was copper.
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-I say 'tis copper: darest thou be as good as thy word now?
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-Why, Hal, thou knowest, as thou art but man, I dare:
-but as thou art prince, I fear thee as I fear the
-roaring of a lion's whelp.
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-And why not as the lion?
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-The king is to be feared as the lion: dost thou
-think I'll fear thee as I fear thy father? nay, an
-I do, I pray God my girdle break.
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-O, if it should, how would thy guts fall about thy
-knees! But, sirrah, there's no room for faith,
-truth, nor honesty in this bosom of thine; it is all
-filled up with guts and midriff. Charge an honest
-woman with picking thy pocket! why, thou whoreson,
-impudent, embossed rascal, if there were anything in
-thy pocket but tavern-reckonings, memorandums of
-bawdy-houses, and one poor penny-worth of
-sugar-candy to make thee long-winded, if thy pocket
-were enriched with any other injuries but these, I
-am a villain: and yet you will stand to if; you will
-not pocket up wrong: art thou not ashamed?
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-Dost thou hear, Hal? thou knowest in the state of
-innocency Adam fell; and what should poor Jack
-Falstaff do in the days of villany? Thou seest I
-have more flesh than another man, and therefore more
-frailty. You confess then, you picked my pocket?
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-It appears so by the story.
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-Hostess, I forgive thee: go, make ready breakfast;
-love thy husband, look to thy servants, cherish thy
-guests: thou shalt find me tractable to any honest
-reason: thou seest I am pacified still. Nay,
-prithee, be gone.
-

Exit Hostess

-Now Hal, to the news at court: for the robbery,
-lad, how is that answered?
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-O, my sweet beef, I must still be good angel to
-thee: the money is paid back again.
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-O, I do not like that paying back; 'tis a double labour.
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-I am good friends with my father and may do any thing.
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-Rob me the exchequer the first thing thou doest, and
-do it with unwashed hands too.
-
- -BARDOLPH -
-Do, my lord.
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-I have procured thee, Jack, a charge of foot.
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-I would it had been of horse. Where shall I find
-one that can steal well? O for a fine thief, of the
-age of two and twenty or thereabouts! I am
-heinously unprovided. Well, God be thanked for
-these rebels, they offend none but the virtuous: I
-laud them, I praise them.
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-Bardolph!
-
- -BARDOLPH -
-My lord?
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-Go bear this letter to Lord John of Lancaster, to my
-brother John; this to my Lord of Westmoreland.
-

Exit Bardolph

-Go, Peto, to horse, to horse; for thou and I have
-thirty miles to ride yet ere dinner time.
-

Exit Peto

-Jack, meet me to-morrow in the temple hall at two
-o'clock in the afternoon.
-There shalt thou know thy charge; and there receive
-Money and order for their furniture.
-The land is burning; Percy stands on high;
-And either we or they must lower lie.
-

Exit PRINCE HENRY

-
- -FALSTAFF -
-Rare words! brave world! Hostess, my breakfast, come!
-O, I could wish this tavern were my drum!
-

Exit

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SCENE I. The rebel camp near Shrewsbury.

- -

-Enter HOTSPUR, WORCESTER, and DOUGLAS -
- -HOTSPUR -
-Well said, my noble Scot: if speaking truth
-In this fine age were not thought flattery,
-Such attribution should the Douglas have,
-As not a soldier of this season's stamp
-Should go so general current through the world.
-By God, I cannot flatter; I do defy
-The tongues of soothers; but a braver place
-In my heart's love hath no man than yourself:
-Nay, task me to my word; approve me, lord.
-
- -EARL OF DOUGLAS -
-Thou art the king of honour:
-No man so potent breathes upon the ground
-But I will beard him.
-
- -HOTSPUR -
-Do so, and 'tis well.
-

Enter a Messenger with letters

-What letters hast thou there?--I can but thank you.
-
- -Messenger -
-These letters come from your father.
-
- -HOTSPUR -
-Letters from him! why comes he not himself?
-
- -Messenger -
-He cannot come, my lord; he is grievous sick.
-
- -HOTSPUR -
-'Zounds! how has he the leisure to be sick
-In such a rustling time? Who leads his power?
-Under whose government come they along?
-
- -Messenger -
-His letters bear his mind, not I, my lord.
-
- -EARL OF WORCESTER -
-I prithee, tell me, doth he keep his bed?
-
- -Messenger -
-He did, my lord, four days ere I set forth;
-And at the time of my departure thence
-He was much fear'd by his physicians.
-
- -EARL OF WORCESTER -
-I would the state of time had first been whole
-Ere he by sickness had been visited:
-His health was never better worth than now.
-
- -HOTSPUR -
-Sick now! droop now! this sickness doth infect
-The very life-blood of our enterprise;
-'Tis catching hither, even to our camp.
-He writes me here, that inward sickness--
-And that his friends by deputation could not
-So soon be drawn, nor did he think it meet
-To lay so dangerous and dear a trust
-On any soul removed but on his own.
-Yet doth he give us bold advertisement,
-That with our small conjunction we should on,
-To see how fortune is disposed to us;
-For, as he writes, there is no quailing now.
-Because the king is certainly possess'd
-Of all our purposes. What say you to it?
-
- -EARL OF WORCESTER -
-Your father's sickness is a maim to us.
-
- -HOTSPUR -
-A perilous gash, a very limb lopp'd off:
-And yet, in faith, it is not; his present want
-Seems more than we shall find it: were it good
-To set the exact wealth of all our states
-All at one cast? to set so rich a main
-On the nice hazard of one doubtful hour?
-It were not good; for therein should we read
-The very bottom and the soul of hope,
-The very list, the very utmost bound
-Of all our fortunes.
-
- -EARL OF DOUGLAS -
-'Faith, and so we should;
-Where now remains a sweet reversion:
-We may boldly spend upon the hope of what
-Is to come in:
-A comfort of retirement lives in this.
-
- -HOTSPUR -
-A rendezvous, a home to fly unto.
-If that the devil and mischance look big
-Upon the maidenhead of our affairs.
-
- -EARL OF WORCESTER -
-But yet I would your father had been here.
-The quality and hair of our attempt
-Brooks no division: it will be thought
-By some, that know not why he is away,
-That wisdom, loyalty and mere dislike
-Of our proceedings kept the earl from hence:
-And think how such an apprehension
-May turn the tide of fearful faction
-And breed a kind of question in our cause;
-For well you know we of the offering side
-Must keep aloof from strict arbitrement,
-And stop all sight-holes, every loop from whence
-The eye of reason may pry in upon us:
-This absence of your father's draws a curtain,
-That shows the ignorant a kind of fear
-Before not dreamt of.
-
- -HOTSPUR -
-You strain too far.
-I rather of his absence make this use:
-It lends a lustre and more great opinion,
-A larger dare to our great enterprise,
-Than if the earl were here; for men must think,
-If we without his help can make a head
-To push against a kingdom, with his help
-We shall o'erturn it topsy-turvy down.
-Yet all goes well, yet all our joints are whole.
-
- -EARL OF DOUGLAS -
-As heart can think: there is not such a word
-Spoke of in Scotland as this term of fear.
-

Enter SIR RICHARD VERNON

-
- -HOTSPUR -
-My cousin Vernon, welcome, by my soul.
-
- -VERNON -
-Pray God my news be worth a welcome, lord.
-The Earl of Westmoreland, seven thousand strong,
-Is marching hitherwards; with him Prince John.
-
- -HOTSPUR -
-No harm: what more?
-
- -VERNON -
-And further, I have learn'd,
-The king himself in person is set forth,
-Or hitherwards intended speedily,
-With strong and mighty preparation.
-
- -HOTSPUR -
-He shall be welcome too. Where is his son,
-The nimble-footed madcap Prince of Wales,
-And his comrades, that daff'd the world aside,
-And bid it pass?
-
- -VERNON -
- All furnish'd, all in arms;
-All plumed like estridges that with the wind
-Baited like eagles having lately bathed;
-Glittering in golden coats, like images;
-As full of spirit as the month of May,
-And gorgeous as the sun at midsummer;
-Wanton as youthful goats, wild as young bulls.
-I saw young Harry, with his beaver on,
-His cuisses on his thighs, gallantly arm'd
-Rise from the ground like feather'd Mercury,
-And vaulted with such ease into his seat,
-As if an angel dropp'd down from the clouds,
-To turn and wind a fiery Pegasus
-And witch the world with noble horsemanship.
-
- -HOTSPUR -
-No more, no more: worse than the sun in March,
-This praise doth nourish agues. Let them come:
-They come like sacrifices in their trim,
-And to the fire-eyed maid of smoky war
-All hot and bleeding will we offer them:
-The mailed Mars shall on his altar sit
-Up to the ears in blood. I am on fire
-To hear this rich reprisal is so nigh
-And yet not ours. Come, let me taste my horse,
-Who is to bear me like a thunderbolt
-Against the bosom of the Prince of Wales:
-Harry to Harry shall, hot horse to horse,
-Meet and ne'er part till one drop down a corse.
-O that Glendower were come!
-
- -VERNON -
-There is more news:
-I learn'd in Worcester, as I rode along,
-He cannot draw his power this fourteen days.
-
- -EARL OF DOUGLAS -
-That's the worst tidings that I hear of yet.
-
- -WORCESTER -
-Ay, by my faith, that bears a frosty sound.
-
- -HOTSPUR -
-What may the king's whole battle reach unto?
-
- -VERNON -
-To thirty thousand.
-
- -HOTSPUR -
-Forty let it be:
-My father and Glendower being both away,
-The powers of us may serve so great a day
-Come, let us take a muster speedily:
-Doomsday is near; die all, die merrily.
-
- -EARL OF DOUGLAS -
-Talk not of dying: I am out of fear
-Of death or death's hand for this one-half year.
-

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SCENE II. A public road near Coventry.

- -

-Enter FALSTAFF and BARDOLPH -
- -FALSTAFF -
-Bardolph, get thee before to Coventry; fill me a
-bottle of sack: our soldiers shall march through;
-we'll to Sutton Co'fil' tonight.
-
- -BARDOLPH -
-Will you give me money, captain?
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-Lay out, lay out.
-
- -BARDOLPH -
-This bottle makes an angel.
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-An if it do, take it for thy labour; and if it make
-twenty, take them all; I'll answer the coinage. Bid
-my lieutenant Peto meet me at town's end.
-
- -BARDOLPH -
-I will, captain: farewell.
-

Exit

-
- -FALSTAFF -
-If I be not ashamed of my soldiers, I am a soused
-gurnet. I have misused the king's press damnably.
-I have got, in exchange of a hundred and fifty
-soldiers, three hundred and odd pounds. I press me
-none but good house-holders, yeoman's sons; inquire
-me out contracted bachelors, such as had been asked
-twice on the banns; such a commodity of warm slaves,
-as had as lieve hear the devil as a drum; such as
-fear the report of a caliver worse than a struck
-fowl or a hurt wild-duck. I pressed me none but such
-toasts-and-butter, with hearts in their bellies no
-bigger than pins' heads, and they have bought out
-their services; and now my whole charge consists of
-ancients, corporals, lieutenants, gentlemen of
-companies, slaves as ragged as Lazarus in the
-painted cloth, where the glutton's dogs licked his
-sores; and such as indeed were never soldiers, but
-discarded unjust serving-men, younger sons to
-younger brothers, revolted tapsters and ostlers
-trade-fallen, the cankers of a calm world and a
-long peace, ten times more dishonourable ragged than
-an old faced ancient: and such have I, to fill up
-the rooms of them that have bought out their
-services, that you would think that I had a hundred
-and fifty tattered prodigals lately come from
-swine-keeping, from eating draff and husks. A mad
-fellow met me on the way and told me I had unloaded
-all the gibbets and pressed the dead bodies. No eye
-hath seen such scarecrows. I'll not march through
-Coventry with them, that's flat: nay, and the
-villains march wide betwixt the legs, as if they had
-gyves on; for indeed I had the most of them out of
-prison. There's but a shirt and a half in all my
-company; and the half shirt is two napkins tacked
-together and thrown over the shoulders like an
-herald's coat without sleeves; and the shirt, to say
-the truth, stolen from my host at Saint Alban's, or
-the red-nose innkeeper of Daventry. But that's all
-one; they'll find linen enough on every hedge.
-

Enter the PRINCE and WESTMORELAND

-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-How now, blown Jack! how now, quilt!
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-What, Hal! how now, mad wag! what a devil dost thou
-in Warwickshire? My good Lord of Westmoreland, I
-cry you mercy: I thought your honour had already been
-at Shrewsbury.
-
- -WESTMORELAND -
-Faith, Sir John,'tis more than time that I were
-there, and you too; but my powers are there already.
-The king, I can tell you, looks for us all: we must
-away all night.
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-Tut, never fear me: I am as vigilant as a cat to
-steal cream.
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-I think, to steal cream indeed, for thy theft hath
-already made thee butter. But tell me, Jack, whose
-fellows are these that come after?
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-Mine, Hal, mine.
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-I did never see such pitiful rascals.
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-Tut, tut; good enough to toss; food for powder, food
-for powder; they'll fill a pit as well as better:
-tush, man, mortal men, mortal men.
-
- -WESTMORELAND -
-Ay, but, Sir John, methinks they are exceeding poor
-and bare, too beggarly.
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-'Faith, for their poverty, I know not where they had
-that; and for their bareness, I am sure they never
-learned that of me.
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-No I'll be sworn; unless you call three fingers on
-the ribs bare. But, sirrah, make haste: Percy is
-already in the field.
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-What, is the king encamped?
-
- -WESTMORELAND -
-He is, Sir John: I fear we shall stay too long.
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-Well,
-To the latter end of a fray and the beginning of a feast
-Fits a dull fighter and a keen guest.
-

Exeunt

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SCENE III. The rebel camp near Shrewsbury.

- -

-Enter HOTSPUR, WORCESTER, DOUGLAS, and VERNON -
- -HOTSPUR -
-We'll fight with him to-night.
-
- -EARL OF WORCESTER -
-It may not be.
-
- -EARL OF DOUGLAS -
-You give him then the advantage.
-
- -VERNON -
-Not a whit.
-
- -HOTSPUR -
-Why say you so? looks he not for supply?
-
- -VERNON -
-So do we.
-
- -HOTSPUR -
- His is certain, ours is doubtful.
-
- -EARL OF WORCESTER -
-Good cousin, be advised; stir not tonight.
-
- -VERNON -
-Do not, my lord.
-
- -EARL OF DOUGLAS -
- You do not counsel well:
-You speak it out of fear and cold heart.
-
- -VERNON -
-Do me no slander, Douglas: by my life,
-And I dare well maintain it with my life,
-If well-respected honour bid me on,
-I hold as little counsel with weak fear
-As you, my lord, or any Scot that this day lives:
-Let it be seen to-morrow in the battle
-Which of us fears.
-
- -EARL OF DOUGLAS -
- Yea, or to-night.
-
- -VERNON -
-Content.
-
- -HOTSPUR -
-To-night, say I.
-
- -VERNON -
-Come, come it nay not be. I wonder much,
-Being men of such great leading as you are,
-That you foresee not what impediments
-Drag back our expedition: certain horse
-Of my cousin Vernon's are not yet come up:
-Your uncle Worcester's horse came but today;
-And now their pride and mettle is asleep,
-Their courage with hard labour tame and dull,
-That not a horse is half the half of himself.
-
- -HOTSPUR -
-So are the horses of the enemy
-In general, journey-bated and brought low:
-The better part of ours are full of rest.
-
- -EARL OF WORCESTER -
-The number of the king exceedeth ours:
-For God's sake. cousin, stay till all come in.
-

The trumpet sounds a parley

-

Enter SIR WALTER BLUNT

-
- -SIR WALTER BLUNT -
-I come with gracious offers from the king,
-if you vouchsafe me hearing and respect.
-
- -HOTSPUR -
-Welcome, Sir Walter Blunt; and would to God
-You were of our determination!
-Some of us love you well; and even those some
-Envy your great deservings and good name,
-Because you are not of our quality,
-But stand against us like an enemy.
-
- -SIR WALTER BLUNT -
-And God defend but still I should stand so,
-So long as out of limit and true rule
-You stand against anointed majesty.
-But to my charge. The king hath sent to know
-The nature of your griefs, and whereupon
-You conjure from the breast of civil peace
-Such bold hostility, teaching his duteous land
-Audacious cruelty. If that the king
-Have any way your good deserts forgot,
-Which he confesseth to be manifold,
-He bids you name your griefs; and with all speed
-You shall have your desires with interest
-And pardon absolute for yourself and these
-Herein misled by your suggestion.
-
- -HOTSPUR -
-The king is kind; and well we know the king
-Knows at what time to promise, when to pay.
-My father and my uncle and myself
-Did give him that same royalty he wears;
-And when he was not six and twenty strong,
-Sick in the world's regard, wretched and low,
-A poor unminded outlaw sneaking home,
-My father gave him welcome to the shore;
-And when he heard him swear and vow to God
-He came but to be Duke of Lancaster,
-To sue his livery and beg his peace,
-With tears of innocency and terms of zeal,
-My father, in kind heart and pity moved,
-Swore him assistance and perform'd it too.
-Now when the lords and barons of the realm
-Perceived Northumberland did lean to him,
-The more and less came in with cap and knee;
-Met him in boroughs, cities, villages,
-Attended him on bridges, stood in lanes,
-Laid gifts before him, proffer'd him their oaths,
-Gave him their heirs, as pages follow'd him
-Even at the heels in golden multitudes.
-He presently, as greatness knows itself,
-Steps me a little higher than his vow
-Made to my father, while his blood was poor,
-Upon the naked shore at Ravenspurgh;
-And now, forsooth, takes on him to reform
-Some certain edicts and some strait decrees
-That lie too heavy on the commonwealth,
-Cries out upon abuses, seems to weep
-Over his country's wrongs; and by this face,
-This seeming brow of justice, did he win
-The hearts of all that he did angle for;
-Proceeded further; cut me off the heads
-Of all the favourites that the absent king
-In deputation left behind him here,
-When he was personal in the Irish war.
-
- -SIR WALTER BLUNT -
-Tut, I came not to hear this.
-
- -HOTSPUR -
-Then to the point.
-In short time after, he deposed the king;
-Soon after that, deprived him of his life;
-And in the neck of that, task'd the whole state:
-To make that worse, suffer'd his kinsman March,
-Who is, if every owner were well placed,
-Indeed his king, to be engaged in Wales,
-There without ransom to lie forfeited;
-Disgraced me in my happy victories,
-Sought to entrap me by intelligence;
-Rated mine uncle from the council-board;
-In rage dismiss'd my father from the court;
-Broke oath on oath, committed wrong on wrong,
-And in conclusion drove us to seek out
-This head of safety; and withal to pry
-Into his title, the which we find
-Too indirect for long continuance.
-
- -SIR WALTER BLUNT -
-Shall I return this answer to the king?
-
- -HOTSPUR -
-Not so, Sir Walter: we'll withdraw awhile.
-Go to the king; and let there be impawn'd
-Some surety for a safe return again,
-And in the morning early shall my uncle
-Bring him our purposes: and so farewell.
-
- -SIR WALTER BLUNT -
-I would you would accept of grace and love.
-
- -HOTSPUR -
-And may be so we shall.
-
- -SIR WALTER BLUNT -
-Pray God you do.
-

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SCENE IV. York. The ARCHBISHOP'S palace.

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-Enter the ARCHBISHOP OF YORK and SIR MICHAEL -
- -ARCHBISHOP OF YORK -
-Hie, good Sir Michael; bear this sealed brief
-With winged haste to the lord marshal;
-This to my cousin Scroop, and all the rest
-To whom they are directed. If you knew
-How much they do to import, you would make haste.
-
- -SIR MICHAEL -
-My good lord,
-I guess their tenor.
-
- -ARCHBISHOP OF YORK -
-Like enough you do.
-To-morrow, good Sir Michael, is a day
-Wherein the fortune of ten thousand men
-Must bide the touch; for, sir, at Shrewsbury,
-As I am truly given to understand,
-The king with mighty and quick-raised power
-Meets with Lord Harry: and, I fear, Sir Michael,
-What with the sickness of Northumberland,
-Whose power was in the first proportion,
-And what with Owen Glendower's absence thence,
-Who with them was a rated sinew too
-And comes not in, o'er-ruled by prophecies,
-I fear the power of Percy is too weak
-To wage an instant trial with the king.
-
- -SIR MICHAEL -
-Why, my good lord, you need not fear;
-There is Douglas and Lord Mortimer.
-
- -ARCHBISHOP OF YORK -
-No, Mortimer is not there.
-
- -SIR MICHAEL -
-But there is Mordake, Vernon, Lord Harry Percy,
-And there is my Lord of Worcester and a head
-Of gallant warriors, noble gentlemen.
-
- -ARCHBISHOP OF YORK -
-And so there is: but yet the king hath drawn
-The special head of all the land together:
-The Prince of Wales, Lord John of Lancaster,
-The noble Westmoreland and warlike Blunt;
-And moe corrivals and dear men
-Of estimation and command in arms.
-
- -SIR MICHAEL -
-Doubt not, my lord, they shall be well opposed.
-
- -ARCHBISHOP OF YORK -
-I hope no less, yet needful 'tis to fear;
-And, to prevent the worst, Sir Michael, speed:
-For if Lord Percy thrive not, ere the king
-Dismiss his power, he means to visit us,
-For he hath heard of our confederacy,
-And 'tis but wisdom to make strong against him:
-Therefore make haste. I must go write again
-To other friends; and so farewell, Sir Michael.
-

Exeunt

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SCENE I. KING HENRY IV's camp near Shrewsbury.

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-Enter KING HENRY, PRINCE HENRY, Lord John of LANCASTER, EARL OF WESTMORELAND, SIR WALTER BLUNT, and FALSTAFF -
- -KING HENRY IV -
-How bloodily the sun begins to peer
-Above yon busky hill! the day looks pale
-At his distemperature.
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-The southern wind
-Doth play the trumpet to his purposes,
-And by his hollow whistling in the leaves
-Foretells a tempest and a blustering day.
-
- -KING HENRY IV -
-Then with the losers let it sympathize,
-For nothing can seem foul to those that win.
-

The trumpet sounds

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Enter WORCESTER and VERNON

-How now, my Lord of Worcester! 'tis not well
-That you and I should meet upon such terms
-As now we meet. You have deceived our trust,
-And made us doff our easy robes of peace,
-To crush our old limbs in ungentle steel:
-This is not well, my lord, this is not well.
-What say you to it? will you again unknit
-This curlish knot of all-abhorred war?
-And move in that obedient orb again
-Where you did give a fair and natural light,
-And be no more an exhaled meteor,
-A prodigy of fear and a portent
-Of broached mischief to the unborn times?
-
- -EARL OF WORCESTER -
-Hear me, my liege:
-For mine own part, I could be well content
-To entertain the lag-end of my life
-With quiet hours; for I do protest,
-I have not sought the day of this dislike.
-
- -KING HENRY IV -
-You have not sought it! how comes it, then?
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-Rebellion lay in his way, and he found it.
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-Peace, chewet, peace!
-
- -EARL OF WORCESTER -
-It pleased your majesty to turn your looks
-Of favour from myself and all our house;
-And yet I must remember you, my lord,
-We were the first and dearest of your friends.
-For you my staff of office did I break
-In Richard's time; and posted day and night
-to meet you on the way, and kiss your hand,
-When yet you were in place and in account
-Nothing so strong and fortunate as I.
-It was myself, my brother and his son,
-That brought you home and boldly did outdare
-The dangers of the time. You swore to us,
-And you did swear that oath at Doncaster,
-That you did nothing purpose 'gainst the state;
-Nor claim no further than your new-fall'n right,
-The seat of Gaunt, dukedom of Lancaster:
-To this we swore our aid. But in short space
-It rain'd down fortune showering on your head;
-And such a flood of greatness fell on you,
-What with our help, what with the absent king,
-What with the injuries of a wanton time,
-The seeming sufferances that you had borne,
-And the contrarious winds that held the king
-So long in his unlucky Irish wars
-That all in England did repute him dead:
-And from this swarm of fair advantages
-You took occasion to be quickly woo'd
-To gripe the general sway into your hand;
-Forget your oath to us at Doncaster;
-And being fed by us you used us so
-As that ungentle hull, the cuckoo's bird,
-Useth the sparrow; did oppress our nest;
-Grew by our feeding to so great a bulk
-That even our love durst not come near your sight
-For fear of swallowing; but with nimble wing
-We were enforced, for safety sake, to fly
-Out of sight and raise this present head;
-Whereby we stand opposed by such means
-As you yourself have forged against yourself
-By unkind usage, dangerous countenance,
-And violation of all faith and troth
-Sworn to us in your younger enterprise.
-
- -KING HENRY IV -
-These things indeed you have articulate,
-Proclaim'd at market-crosses, read in churches,
-To face the garment of rebellion
-With some fine colour that may please the eye
-Of fickle changelings and poor discontents,
-Which gape and rub the elbow at the news
-Of hurlyburly innovation:
-And never yet did insurrection want
-Such water-colours to impaint his cause;
-Nor moody beggars, starving for a time
-Of pellmell havoc and confusion.
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-In both your armies there is many a soul
-Shall pay full dearly for this encounter,
-If once they join in trial. Tell your nephew,
-The Prince of Wales doth join with all the world
-In praise of Henry Percy: by my hopes,
-This present enterprise set off his head,
-I do not think a braver gentleman,
-More active-valiant or more valiant-young,
-More daring or more bold, is now alive
-To grace this latter age with noble deeds.
-For my part, I may speak it to my shame,
-I have a truant been to chivalry;
-And so I hear he doth account me too;
-Yet this before my father's majesty--
-I am content that he shall take the odds
-Of his great name and estimation,
-And will, to save the blood on either side,
-Try fortune with him in a single fight.
-
- -KING HENRY IV -
-And, Prince of Wales, so dare we venture thee,
-Albeit considerations infinite
-Do make against it. No, good Worcester, no,
-We love our people well; even those we love
-That are misled upon your cousin's part;
-And, will they take the offer of our grace,
-Both he and they and you, every man
-Shall be my friend again and I'll be his:
-So tell your cousin, and bring me word
-What he will do: but if he will not yield,
-Rebuke and dread correction wait on us
-And they shall do their office. So, be gone;
-We will not now be troubled with reply:
-We offer fair; take it advisedly.
-

Exeunt WORCESTER and VERNON

-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-It will not be accepted, on my life:
-The Douglas and the Hotspur both together
-Are confident against the world in arms.
-
- -KING HENRY IV -
-Hence, therefore, every leader to his charge;
-For, on their answer, will we set on them:
-And God befriend us, as our cause is just!
-

Exeunt all but PRINCE HENRY and FALSTAFF

-
- -FALSTAFF -
-Hal, if thou see me down in the battle and bestride
-me, so; 'tis a point of friendship.
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-Nothing but a colossus can do thee that friendship.
-Say thy prayers, and farewell.
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-I would 'twere bed-time, Hal, and all well.
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-Why, thou owest God a death.
-

Exit PRINCE HENRY

-
- -FALSTAFF -
-'Tis not due yet; I would be loath to pay him before
-his day. What need I be so forward with him that
-calls not on me? Well, 'tis no matter; honour pricks
-me on. Yea, but how if honour prick me off when I
-come on? how then? Can honour set to a leg? no: or
-an arm? no: or take away the grief of a wound? no.
-Honour hath no skill in surgery, then? no. What is
-honour? a word. What is in that word honour? what
-is that honour? air. A trim reckoning! Who hath it?
-he that died o' Wednesday. Doth he feel it? no.
-Doth he hear it? no. 'Tis insensible, then. Yea,
-to the dead. But will it not live with the living?
-no. Why? detraction will not suffer it. Therefore
-I'll none of it. Honour is a mere scutcheon: and so
-ends my catechism.
-

Exit

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SCENE II. The rebel camp.

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-Enter WORCESTER and VERNON -
- -EARL OF WORCESTER -
-O, no, my nephew must not know, Sir Richard,
-The liberal and kind offer of the king.
-
- -VERNON -
-'Twere best he did.
-
- -EARL OF WORCESTER -
-Then are we all undone.
-It is not possible, it cannot be,
-The king should keep his word in loving us;
-He will suspect us still and find a time
-To punish this offence in other faults:
-Suspicion all our lives shall be stuck full of eyes;
-For treason is but trusted like the fox,
-Who, ne'er so tame, so cherish'd and lock'd up,
-Will have a wild trick of his ancestors.
-Look how we can, or sad or merrily,
-Interpretation will misquote our looks,
-And we shall feed like oxen at a stall,
-The better cherish'd, still the nearer death.
-My nephew's trespass may be well forgot;
-it hath the excuse of youth and heat of blood,
-And an adopted name of privilege,
-A hair-brain'd Hotspur, govern'd by a spleen:
-All his offences live upon my head
-And on his father's; we did train him on,
-And, his corruption being ta'en from us,
-We, as the spring of all, shall pay for all.
-Therefore, good cousin, let not Harry know,
-In any case, the offer of the king.
-
- -VERNON -
-Deliver what you will; I'll say 'tis so.
-Here comes your cousin.
-

Enter HOTSPUR and DOUGLAS

-
- -HOTSPUR -
-My uncle is return'd:
-Deliver up my Lord of Westmoreland.
-Uncle, what news?
-
- -EARL OF WORCESTER -
-The king will bid you battle presently.
-
- -EARL OF DOUGLAS -
-Defy him by the Lord of Westmoreland.
-
- -HOTSPUR -
-Lord Douglas, go you and tell him so.
-
- -EARL OF DOUGLAS -
-Marry, and shall, and very willingly.
-

Exit

-
- -EARL OF WORCESTER -
-There is no seeming mercy in the king.
-
- -HOTSPUR -
-Did you beg any? God forbid!
-
- -EARL OF WORCESTER -
-I told him gently of our grievances,
-Of his oath-breaking; which he mended thus,
-By now forswearing that he is forsworn:
-He calls us rebels, traitors; and will scourge
-With haughty arms this hateful name in us.
-

Re-enter the EARL OF DOUGLAS

-
- -EARL OF DOUGLAS -
-Arm, gentlemen; to arms! for I have thrown
-A brave defiance in King Henry's teeth,
-And Westmoreland, that was engaged, did bear it;
-Which cannot choose but bring him quickly on.
-
- -EARL OF WORCESTER -
-The Prince of Wales stepp'd forth before the king,
-And, nephew, challenged you to single fight.
-
- -HOTSPUR -
-O, would the quarrel lay upon our heads,
-And that no man might draw short breath today
-But I and Harry Monmouth! Tell me, tell me,
-How show'd his tasking? seem'd it in contempt?
-
- -VERNON -
-No, by my soul; I never in my life
-Did hear a challenge urged more modestly,
-Unless a brother should a brother dare
-To gentle exercise and proof of arms.
-He gave you all the duties of a man;
-Trimm'd up your praises with a princely tongue,
-Spoke to your deservings like a chronicle,
-Making you ever better than his praise
-By still dispraising praise valued in you;
-And, which became him like a prince indeed,
-He made a blushing cital of himself;
-And chid his truant youth with such a grace
-As if he master'd there a double spirit.
-Of teaching and of learning instantly.
-There did he pause: but let me tell the world,
-If he outlive the envy of this day,
-England did never owe so sweet a hope,
-So much misconstrued in his wantonness.
-
- -HOTSPUR -
-Cousin, I think thou art enamoured
-On his follies: never did I hear
-Of any prince so wild a libertine.
-But be he as he will, yet once ere night
-I will embrace him with a soldier's arm,
-That he shall shrink under my courtesy.
-Arm, arm with speed: and, fellows, soldiers, friends,
-Better consider what you have to do
-Than I, that have not well the gift of tongue,
-Can lift your blood up with persuasion.
-

Enter a Messenger

-
- -Messenger -
-My lord, here are letters for you.
-
- -HOTSPUR -
-I cannot read them now.
-O gentlemen, the time of life is short!
-To spend that shortness basely were too long,
-If life did ride upon a dial's point,
-Still ending at the arrival of an hour.
-An if we live, we live to tread on kings;
-If die, brave death, when princes die with us!
-Now, for our consciences, the arms are fair,
-When the intent of bearing them is just.
-

Enter another Messenger

-
- -Messenger -
-My lord, prepare; the king comes on apace.
-
- -HOTSPUR -
-I thank him, that he cuts me from my tale,
-For I profess not talking; only this--
-Let each man do his best: and here draw I
-A sword, whose temper I intend to stain
-With the best blood that I can meet withal
-In the adventure of this perilous day.
-Now, Esperance! Percy! and set on.
-Sound all the lofty instruments of war,
-And by that music let us all embrace;
-For, heaven to earth, some of us never shall
-A second time do such a courtesy.
-

The trumpets sound. They embrace, and exeunt

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SCENE III. Plain between the camps.

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-KING HENRY enters with his power. Alarum to the battle. Then enter DOUGLAS and SIR WALTER BLUNT -
- -SIR WALTER BLUNT -
-What is thy name, that in the battle thus
-Thou crossest me? what honour dost thou seek
-Upon my head?
-
- -EARL OF DOUGLAS -
- Know then, my name is Douglas;
-And I do haunt thee in the battle thus
-Because some tell me that thou art a king.
-
- -SIR WALTER BLUNT -
-They tell thee true.
-
- -EARL OF DOUGLAS -
-The Lord of Stafford dear to-day hath bought
-Thy likeness, for instead of thee, King Harry,
-This sword hath ended him: so shall it thee,
-Unless thou yield thee as my prisoner.
-
- -SIR WALTER BLUNT -
-I was not born a yielder, thou proud Scot;
-And thou shalt find a king that will revenge
-Lord Stafford's death.
-

They fight. DOUGLAS kills SIR WALTER BLUNT. Enter HOTSPUR

-
- -HOTSPUR -
-O Douglas, hadst thou fought at Holmedon thus,
-never had triumph'd upon a Scot.
-
- -EARL OF DOUGLAS -
-All's done, all's won; here breathless lies the king.
-
- -HOTSPUR -
-Where?
-
- -EARL OF DOUGLAS -
-Here.
-
- -HOTSPUR -
-This, Douglas? no: I know this face full well:
-A gallant knight he was, his name was Blunt;
-Semblably furnish'd like the king himself.
-
- -EARL OF DOUGLAS -
-A fool go with thy soul, whither it goes!
-A borrow'd title hast thou bought too dear:
-Why didst thou tell me that thou wert a king?
-
- -HOTSPUR -
-The king hath many marching in his coats.
-
- -EARL OF DOUGLAS -
-Now, by my sword, I will kill all his coats;
-I'll murder all his wardrobe, piece by piece,
-Until I meet the king.
-
- -HOTSPUR -
-Up, and away!
-Our soldiers stand full fairly for the day.
-

Exeunt

-

Alarum. Enter FALSTAFF, solus

-
- -FALSTAFF -
-Though I could 'scape shot-free at London, I fear
-the shot here; here's no scoring but upon the pate.
-Soft! who are you? Sir Walter Blunt: there's honour
-for you! here's no vanity! I am as hot as moulten
-lead, and as heavy too: God keep lead out of me! I
-need no more weight than mine own bowels. I have
-led my ragamuffins where they are peppered: there's
-not three of my hundred and fifty left alive; and
-they are for the town's end, to beg during life.
-But who comes here?
-

Enter PRINCE HENRY

-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-What, stand'st thou idle here? lend me thy sword:
-Many a nobleman lies stark and stiff
-Under the hoofs of vaunting enemies,
-Whose deaths are yet unrevenged: I prithee,
-lend me thy sword.
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-O Hal, I prithee, give me leave to breathe awhile.
-Turk Gregory never did such deeds in arms as I have
-done this day. I have paid Percy, I have made him sure.
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-He is, indeed; and living to kill thee. I prithee,
-lend me thy sword.
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-Nay, before God, Hal, if Percy be alive, thou get'st
-not my sword; but take my pistol, if thou wilt.
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-Give it to me: what, is it in the case?
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-Ay, Hal; 'tis hot, 'tis hot; there's that will sack a city.
-

PRINCE HENRY draws it out, and finds it to be a bottle of sack

-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-What, is it a time to jest and dally now?
-

He throws the bottle at him. Exit

-
- -FALSTAFF -
-Well, if Percy be alive, I'll pierce him. If he do
-come in my way, so: if he do not, if I come in his
-willingly, let him make a carbonado of me. I like
-not such grinning honour as Sir Walter hath: give me
-life: which if I can save, so; if not, honour comes
-unlooked for, and there's an end.
-

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SCENE IV. Another part of the field.

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-Alarum. Excursions. Enter PRINCE HENRY, LORD JOHN OF LANCASTER, and EARL OF WESTMORELAND -
- -KING HENRY IV -
-I prithee,
-Harry, withdraw thyself; thou bleed'st too much.
-Lord John of Lancaster, go you with him.
-
- -LANCASTER -
-Not I, my lord, unless I did bleed too.
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-I beseech your majesty, make up,
-Lest your retirement do amaze your friends.
-
- -KING HENRY IV -
-I will do so.
-My Lord of Westmoreland, lead him to his tent.
-
- -WESTMORELAND -
-Come, my lord, I'll lead you to your tent.
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-Lead me, my lord? I do not need your help:
-And God forbid a shallow scratch should drive
-The Prince of Wales from such a field as this,
-Where stain'd nobility lies trodden on,
-and rebels' arms triumph in massacres!
-
- -LANCASTER -
-We breathe too long: come, cousin Westmoreland,
-Our duty this way lies; for God's sake come.
-

Exeunt LANCASTER and WESTMORELAND

-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-By God, thou hast deceived me, Lancaster;
-I did not think thee lord of such a spirit:
-Before, I loved thee as a brother, John;
-But now, I do respect thee as my soul.
-
- -KING HENRY IV -
-I saw him hold Lord Percy at the point
-With lustier maintenance than I did look for
-Of such an ungrown warrior.
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-O, this boy
-Lends mettle to us all!
-

Exit

-

Enter DOUGLAS

-
- -EARL OF DOUGLAS -
-Another king! they grow like Hydra's heads:
-I am the Douglas, fatal to all those
-That wear those colours on them: what art thou,
-That counterfeit'st the person of a king?
-
- -KING HENRY IV -
-The king himself; who, Douglas, grieves at heart
-So many of his shadows thou hast met
-And not the very king. I have two boys
-Seek Percy and thyself about the field:
-But, seeing thou fall'st on me so luckily,
-I will assay thee: so, defend thyself.
-
- -EARL OF DOUGLAS -
-I fear thou art another counterfeit;
-And yet, in faith, thou bear'st thee like a king:
-But mine I am sure thou art, whoe'er thou be,
-And thus I win thee.
-

They fight. KING HENRY being in danger, PRINCE HENRY enters

-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-Hold up thy head, vile Scot, or thou art like
-Never to hold it up again! the spirits
-Of valiant Shirley, Stafford, Blunt, are in my arms:
-It is the Prince of Wales that threatens thee;
-Who never promiseth but he means to pay.
-

They fight: DOUGLAS flies

-Cheerly, my lord how fares your grace?
-Sir Nicholas Gawsey hath for succor sent,
-And so hath Clifton: I'll to Clifton straight.
-
- -KING HENRY IV -
-Stay, and breathe awhile:
-Thou hast redeem'd thy lost opinion,
-And show'd thou makest some tender of my life,
-In this fair rescue thou hast brought to me.
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-O God! they did me too much injury
-That ever said I hearken'd for your death.
-If it were so, I might have let alone
-The insulting hand of Douglas over you,
-Which would have been as speedy in your end
-As all the poisonous potions in the world
-And saved the treacherous labour of your son.
-
- -KING HENRY IV -
-Make up to Clifton: I'll to Sir Nicholas Gawsey.
-

Exit

-

Enter HOTSPUR

-
- -HOTSPUR -
-If I mistake not, thou art Harry Monmouth.
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-Thou speak'st as if I would deny my name.
-
- -HOTSPUR -
-My name is Harry Percy.
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-Why, then I see
-A very valiant rebel of the name.
-I am the Prince of Wales; and think not, Percy,
-To share with me in glory any more:
-Two stars keep not their motion in one sphere;
-Nor can one England brook a double reign,
-Of Harry Percy and the Prince of Wales.
-
- -HOTSPUR -
-Nor shall it, Harry; for the hour is come
-To end the one of us; and would to God
-Thy name in arms were now as great as mine!
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-I'll make it greater ere I part from thee;
-And all the budding honours on thy crest
-I'll crop, to make a garland for my head.
-
- -HOTSPUR -
-I can no longer brook thy vanities.
-

They fight

-

Enter FALSTAFF

-
- -FALSTAFF -
-Well said, Hal! to it Hal! Nay, you shall find no
-boy's play here, I can tell you.
-

Re-enter DOUGLAS; he fights with FALSTAFF, who falls down as if he were dead, and exit DOUGLAS. HOTSPUR is wounded, and falls

-
- -HOTSPUR -
-O, Harry, thou hast robb'd me of my youth!
-I better brook the loss of brittle life
-Than those proud titles thou hast won of me;
-They wound my thoughts worse than sword my flesh:
-But thought's the slave of life, and life time's fool;
-And time, that takes survey of all the world,
-Must have a stop. O, I could prophesy,
-But that the earthy and cold hand of death
-Lies on my tongue: no, Percy, thou art dust
-And food for--
-

Dies

-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-For worms, brave Percy: fare thee well, great heart!
-Ill-weaved ambition, how much art thou shrunk!
-When that this body did contain a spirit,
-A kingdom for it was too small a bound;
-But now two paces of the vilest earth
-Is room enough: this earth that bears thee dead
-Bears not alive so stout a gentleman.
-If thou wert sensible of courtesy,
-I should not make so dear a show of zeal:
-But let my favours hide thy mangled face;
-And, even in thy behalf, I'll thank myself
-For doing these fair rites of tenderness.
-Adieu, and take thy praise with thee to heaven!
-Thy ignominy sleep with thee in the grave,
-But not remember'd in thy epitaph!
-

He spieth FALSTAFF on the ground

-What, old acquaintance! could not all this flesh
-Keep in a little life? Poor Jack, farewell!
-I could have better spared a better man:
-O, I should have a heavy miss of thee,
-If I were much in love with vanity!
-Death hath not struck so fat a deer to-day,
-Though many dearer, in this bloody fray.
-Embowell'd will I see thee by and by:
-Till then in blood by noble Percy lie.
-

Exit PRINCE HENRY

-
- -FALSTAFF -
-[Rising up] Embowelled! if thou embowel me to-day,
-I'll give you leave to powder me and eat me too
-to-morrow. 'Sblood,'twas time to counterfeit, or
-that hot termagant Scot had paid me scot and lot too.
-Counterfeit? I lie, I am no counterfeit: to die,
-is to be a counterfeit; for he is but the
-counterfeit of a man who hath not the life of a man:
-but to counterfeit dying, when a man thereby
-liveth, is to be no counterfeit, but the true and
-perfect image of life indeed. The better part of
-valour is discretion; in the which better part I
-have saved my life.'Zounds, I am afraid of this
-gunpowder Percy, though he be dead: how, if he
-should counterfeit too and rise? by my faith, I am
-afraid he would prove the better counterfeit.
-Therefore I'll make him sure; yea, and I'll swear I
-killed him. Why may not he rise as well as I?
-Nothing confutes me but eyes, and nobody sees me.
-Therefore, sirrah,
-

Stabbing him

-with a new wound in your thigh, come you along with me.
-

Takes up HOTSPUR on his back

-

Re-enter PRINCE HENRY and LORD JOHN OF LANCASTER

-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-Come, brother John; full bravely hast thou flesh'd
-Thy maiden sword.
-
- -LANCASTER -
- But, soft! whom have we here?
-Did you not tell me this fat man was dead?
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-I did; I saw him dead,
-Breathless and bleeding on the ground. Art
-thou alive?
-Or is it fantasy that plays upon our eyesight?
-I prithee, speak; we will not trust our eyes
-Without our ears: thou art not what thou seem'st.
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-No, that's certain; I am not a double man: but if I
-be not Jack Falstaff, then am I a Jack. There is Percy:
-

Throwing the body down

-if your father will do me any honour, so; if not, let
-him kill the next Percy himself. I look to be either
-earl or duke, I can assure you.
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-Why, Percy I killed myself and saw thee dead.
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-Didst thou? Lord, Lord, how this world is given to
-lying! I grant you I was down and out of breath;
-and so was he: but we rose both at an instant and
-fought a long hour by Shrewsbury clock. If I may be
-believed, so; if not, let them that should reward
-valour bear the sin upon their own heads. I'll take
-it upon my death, I gave him this wound in the
-thigh: if the man were alive and would deny it,
-'zounds, I would make him eat a piece of my sword.
-
- -LANCASTER -
-This is the strangest tale that ever I heard.
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-This is the strangest fellow, brother John.
-Come, bring your luggage nobly on your back:
-For my part, if a lie may do thee grace,
-I'll gild it with the happiest terms I have.
-

A retreat is sounded

-The trumpet sounds retreat; the day is ours.
-Come, brother, let us to the highest of the field,
-To see what friends are living, who are dead.
-

Exeunt PRINCE HENRY and LANCASTER

-
- -FALSTAFF -
-I'll follow, as they say, for reward. He that
-rewards me, God reward him! If I do grow great,
-I'll grow less; for I'll purge, and leave sack, and
-live cleanly as a nobleman should do.
-

Exit

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-The trumpets sound. Enter KING HENRY IV, PRINCE HENRY, LORD JOHN LANCASTER, EARL OF WESTMORELAND, with WORCESTER and VERNON prisoners -
- -KING HENRY IV -
-Thus ever did rebellion find rebuke.
-Ill-spirited Worcester! did not we send grace,
-Pardon and terms of love to all of you?
-And wouldst thou turn our offers contrary?
-Misuse the tenor of thy kinsman's trust?
-Three knights upon our party slain to-day,
-A noble earl and many a creature else
-Had been alive this hour,
-If like a Christian thou hadst truly borne
-Betwixt our armies true intelligence.
-
- -EARL OF WORCESTER -
-What I have done my safety urged me to;
-And I embrace this fortune patiently,
-Since not to be avoided it falls on me.
-
- -KING HENRY IV -
-Bear Worcester to the death and Vernon too:
-Other offenders we will pause upon.
-

Exeunt WORCESTER and VERNON, guarded

-How goes the field?
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-The noble Scot, Lord Douglas, when he saw
-The fortune of the day quite turn'd from him,
-The noble Percy slain, and all his men
-Upon the foot of fear, fled with the rest;
-And falling from a hill, he was so bruised
-That the pursuers took him. At my tent
-The Douglas is; and I beseech your grace
-I may dispose of him.
-
- -KING HENRY IV -
-With all my heart.
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-Then, brother John of Lancaster, to you
-This honourable bounty shall belong:
-Go to the Douglas, and deliver him
-Up to his pleasure, ransomless and free:
-His valour shown upon our crests to-day
-Hath taught us how to cherish such high deeds
-Even in the bosom of our adversaries.
-
- -LANCASTER -
-I thank your grace for this high courtesy,
-Which I shall give away immediately.
-
- -KING HENRY IV -
-Then this remains, that we divide our power.
-You, son John, and my cousin Westmoreland
-Towards York shall bend you with your dearest speed,
-To meet Northumberland and the prelate Scroop,
-Who, as we hear, are busily in arms:
-Myself and you, son Harry, will towards Wales,
-To fight with Glendower and the Earl of March.
-Rebellion in this land shall lose his sway,
-Meeting the cheque of such another day:
-And since this business so fair is done,
-Let us not leave till all our own be won.
-

Exeunt

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-Act 1, Scene 1: London. The palace.
-Act 1, Scene 2: London. An apartment of the Prince's.
-Act 1, Scene 3: London. The palace.
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-Act 2, Scene 1: Rochester. An inn yard.
-Act 2, Scene 2: The highway, near Gadshill.
-Act 2, Scene 3: Warkworth castle
-Act 2, Scene 4: The Boar's-Head Tavern, Eastcheap.
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-Act 3, Scene 1: Bangor. The Archdeacon's house.
-Act 3, Scene 2: London. The palace.
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-Act 4, Scene 1: The rebel camp near Shrewsbury.
-Act 4, Scene 2: A public road near Coventry.
-Act 4, Scene 3: The rebel camp near Shrewsbury.
-Act 4, Scene 4: York. The ARCHBISHOP'S palace.
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-Act 5, Scene 1: KING HENRY IV's camp near Shrewsbury.
-Act 5, Scene 2: The rebel camp.
-Act 5, Scene 3: Plain between the camps.
-Act 5, Scene 4: Another part of the field.
-Act 5, Scene 5: Another part of the field.
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ACT I

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SCENE I. London. The palace.

-

-Enter KING HENRY, LORD JOHN OF LANCASTER, the EARL of WESTMORELAND, SIR WALTER BLUNT, and others -
- -KING HENRY IV -
-So shaken as we are, so wan with care,
-Find we a time for frighted peace to pant,
-And breathe short-winded accents of new broils
-To be commenced in strands afar remote.
-No more the thirsty entrance of this soil
-Shall daub her lips with her own children's blood;
-Nor more shall trenching war channel her fields,
-Nor bruise her flowerets with the armed hoofs
-Of hostile paces: those opposed eyes,
-Which, like the meteors of a troubled heaven,
-All of one nature, of one substance bred,
-Did lately meet in the intestine shock
-And furious close of civil butchery
-Shall now, in mutual well-beseeming ranks,
-March all one way and be no more opposed
-Against acquaintance, kindred and allies:
-The edge of war, like an ill-sheathed knife,
-No more shall cut his master. Therefore, friends,
-As far as to the sepulchre of Christ,
-Whose soldier now, under whose blessed cross
-We are impressed and engaged to fight,
-Forthwith a power of English shall we levy;
-Whose arms were moulded in their mothers' womb
-To chase these pagans in those holy fields
-Over whose acres walk'd those blessed feet
-Which fourteen hundred years ago were nail'd
-For our advantage on the bitter cross.
-But this our purpose now is twelve month old,
-And bootless 'tis to tell you we will go:
-Therefore we meet not now. Then let me hear
-Of you, my gentle cousin Westmoreland,
-What yesternight our council did decree
-In forwarding this dear expedience.
-
- -WESTMORELAND -
-My liege, this haste was hot in question,
-And many limits of the charge set down
-But yesternight: when all athwart there came
-A post from Wales loaden with heavy news;
-Whose worst was, that the noble Mortimer,
-Leading the men of Herefordshire to fight
-Against the irregular and wild Glendower,
-Was by the rude hands of that Welshman taken,
-A thousand of his people butchered;
-Upon whose dead corpse there was such misuse,
-Such beastly shameless transformation,
-By those Welshwomen done as may not be
-Without much shame retold or spoken of.
-
- -KING HENRY IV -
-It seems then that the tidings of this broil
-Brake off our business for the Holy Land.
-
- -WESTMORELAND -
-This match'd with other did, my gracious lord;
-For more uneven and unwelcome news
-Came from the north and thus it did import:
-On Holy-rood day, the gallant Hotspur there,
-Young Harry Percy and brave Archibald,
-That ever-valiant and approved Scot,
-At Holmedon met,
-Where they did spend a sad and bloody hour,
-As by discharge of their artillery,
-And shape of likelihood, the news was told;
-For he that brought them, in the very heat
-And pride of their contention did take horse,
-Uncertain of the issue any way.
-
- -KING HENRY IV -
-Here is a dear, a true industrious friend,
-Sir Walter Blunt, new lighted from his horse.
-Stain'd with the variation of each soil
-Betwixt that Holmedon and this seat of ours;
-And he hath brought us smooth and welcome news.
-The Earl of Douglas is discomfited:
-Ten thousand bold Scots, two and twenty knights,
-Balk'd in their own blood did Sir Walter see
-On Holmedon's plains. Of prisoners, Hotspur took
-Mordake the Earl of Fife, and eldest son
-To beaten Douglas; and the Earl of Athol,
-Of Murray, Angus, and Menteith:
-And is not this an honourable spoil?
-A gallant prize? ha, cousin, is it not?
-
- -WESTMORELAND -
-In faith,
-It is a conquest for a prince to boast of.
-
- -KING HENRY IV -
-Yea, there thou makest me sad and makest me sin
-In envy that my Lord Northumberland
-Should be the father to so blest a son,
-A son who is the theme of honour's tongue;
-Amongst a grove, the very straightest plant;
-Who is sweet Fortune's minion and her pride:
-Whilst I, by looking on the praise of him,
-See riot and dishonour stain the brow
-Of my young Harry. O that it could be proved
-That some night-tripping fairy had exchanged
-In cradle-clothes our children where they lay,
-And call'd mine Percy, his Plantagenet!
-Then would I have his Harry, and he mine.
-But let him from my thoughts. What think you, coz,
-Of this young Percy's pride? the prisoners,
-Which he in this adventure hath surprised,
-To his own use he keeps; and sends me word,
-I shall have none but Mordake Earl of Fife.
-
- -WESTMORELAND -
-This is his uncle's teaching; this is Worcester,
-Malevolent to you in all aspects;
-Which makes him prune himself, and bristle up
-The crest of youth against your dignity.
-
- -KING HENRY IV -
-But I have sent for him to answer this;
-And for this cause awhile we must neglect
-Our holy purpose to Jerusalem.
-Cousin, on Wednesday next our council we
-Will hold at Windsor; so inform the lords:
-But come yourself with speed to us again;
-For more is to be said and to be done
-Than out of anger can be uttered.
-
- -WESTMORELAND -
-I will, my liege.
-

Exeunt

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SCENE II. London. An apartment of the Prince's.

-

-Enter the PRINCE OF WALES and FALSTAFF -
- -FALSTAFF -
-Now, Hal, what time of day is it, lad?
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-Thou art so fat-witted, with drinking of old sack
-and unbuttoning thee after supper and sleeping upon
-benches after noon, that thou hast forgotten to
-demand that truly which thou wouldst truly know.
-What a devil hast thou to do with the time of the
-day? Unless hours were cups of sack and minutes
-capons and clocks the tongues of bawds and dials the
-signs of leaping-houses and the blessed sun himself
-a fair hot wench in flame-coloured taffeta, I see no
-reason why thou shouldst be so superfluous to demand
-the time of the day.
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-Indeed, you come near me now, Hal; for we that take
-purses go by the moon and the seven stars, and not
-by Phoebus, he,'that wandering knight so fair.' And,
-I prithee, sweet wag, when thou art king, as, God
-save thy grace,--majesty I should say, for grace
-thou wilt have none,--
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-What, none?
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-No, by my troth, not so much as will serve to
-prologue to an egg and butter.
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-Well, how then? come, roundly, roundly.
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-Marry, then, sweet wag, when thou art king, let not
-us that are squires of the night's body be called
-thieves of the day's beauty: let us be Diana's
-foresters, gentlemen of the shade, minions of the
-moon; and let men say we be men of good government,
-being governed, as the sea is, by our noble and
-chaste mistress the moon, under whose countenance we steal.
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-Thou sayest well, and it holds well too; for the
-fortune of us that are the moon's men doth ebb and
-flow like the sea, being governed, as the sea is,
-by the moon. As, for proof, now: a purse of gold
-most resolutely snatched on Monday night and most
-dissolutely spent on Tuesday morning; got with
-swearing 'Lay by' and spent with crying 'Bring in;'
-now in as low an ebb as the foot of the ladder
-and by and by in as high a flow as the ridge of the gallows.
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-By the Lord, thou sayest true, lad. And is not my
-hostess of the tavern a most sweet wench?
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-As the honey of Hybla, my old lad of the castle. And
-is not a buff jerkin a most sweet robe of durance?
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-How now, how now, mad wag! what, in thy quips and
-thy quiddities? what a plague have I to do with a
-buff jerkin?
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-Why, what a pox have I to do with my hostess of the tavern?
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-Well, thou hast called her to a reckoning many a
-time and oft.
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-Did I ever call for thee to pay thy part?
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-No; I'll give thee thy due, thou hast paid all there.
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-Yea, and elsewhere, so far as my coin would stretch;
-and where it would not, I have used my credit.
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-Yea, and so used it that were it not here apparent
-that thou art heir apparent--But, I prithee, sweet
-wag, shall there be gallows standing in England when
-thou art king? and resolution thus fobbed as it is
-with the rusty curb of old father antic the law? Do
-not thou, when thou art king, hang a thief.
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-No; thou shalt.
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-Shall I? O rare! By the Lord, I'll be a brave judge.
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-Thou judgest false already: I mean, thou shalt have
-the hanging of the thieves and so become a rare hangman.
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-Well, Hal, well; and in some sort it jumps with my
-humour as well as waiting in the court, I can tell
-you.
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-For obtaining of suits?
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-Yea, for obtaining of suits, whereof the hangman
-hath no lean wardrobe. 'Sblood, I am as melancholy
-as a gib cat or a lugged bear.
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-Or an old lion, or a lover's lute.
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-Yea, or the drone of a Lincolnshire bagpipe.
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-What sayest thou to a hare, or the melancholy of
-Moor-ditch?
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-Thou hast the most unsavoury similes and art indeed
-the most comparative, rascalliest, sweet young
-prince. But, Hal, I prithee, trouble me no more
-with vanity. I would to God thou and I knew where a
-commodity of good names were to be bought. An old
-lord of the council rated me the other day in the
-street about you, sir, but I marked him not; and yet
-he talked very wisely, but I regarded him not; and
-yet he talked wisely, and in the street too.
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-Thou didst well; for wisdom cries out in the
-streets, and no man regards it.
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-O, thou hast damnable iteration and art indeed able
-to corrupt a saint. Thou hast done much harm upon
-me, Hal; God forgive thee for it! Before I knew
-thee, Hal, I knew nothing; and now am I, if a man
-should speak truly, little better than one of the
-wicked. I must give over this life, and I will give
-it over: by the Lord, and I do not, I am a villain:
-I'll be damned for never a king's son in
-Christendom.
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-Where shall we take a purse tomorrow, Jack?
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-'Zounds, where thou wilt, lad; I'll make one; an I
-do not, call me villain and baffle me.
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-I see a good amendment of life in thee; from praying
-to purse-taking.
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-Why, Hal, 'tis my vocation, Hal; 'tis no sin for a
-man to labour in his vocation.
-

Enter POINS

-Poins! Now shall we know if Gadshill have set a
-match. O, if men were to be saved by merit, what
-hole in hell were hot enough for him? This is the
-most omnipotent villain that ever cried 'Stand' to
-a true man.
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-Good morrow, Ned.
-
- -POINS -
-Good morrow, sweet Hal. What says Monsieur Remorse?
-what says Sir John Sack and Sugar? Jack! how
-agrees the devil and thee about thy soul, that thou
-soldest him on Good-Friday last for a cup of Madeira
-and a cold capon's leg?
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-Sir John stands to his word, the devil shall have
-his bargain; for he was never yet a breaker of
-proverbs: he will give the devil his due.
-
- -POINS -
-Then art thou damned for keeping thy word with the devil.
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-Else he had been damned for cozening the devil.
-
- -POINS -
-But, my lads, my lads, to-morrow morning, by four
-o'clock, early at Gadshill! there are pilgrims going
-to Canterbury with rich offerings, and traders
-riding to London with fat purses: I have vizards
-for you all; you have horses for yourselves:
-Gadshill lies to-night in Rochester: I have bespoke
-supper to-morrow night in Eastcheap: we may do it
-as secure as sleep. If you will go, I will stuff
-your purses full of crowns; if you will not, tarry
-at home and be hanged.
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-Hear ye, Yedward; if I tarry at home and go not,
-I'll hang you for going.
-
- -POINS -
-You will, chops?
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-Hal, wilt thou make one?
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-Who, I rob? I a thief? not I, by my faith.
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-There's neither honesty, manhood, nor good
-fellowship in thee, nor thou camest not of the blood
-royal, if thou darest not stand for ten shillings.
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-Well then, once in my days I'll be a madcap.
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-Why, that's well said.
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-Well, come what will, I'll tarry at home.
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-By the Lord, I'll be a traitor then, when thou art king.
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-I care not.
-
- -POINS -
-Sir John, I prithee, leave the prince and me alone:
-I will lay him down such reasons for this adventure
-that he shall go.
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-Well, God give thee the spirit of persuasion and him
-the ears of profiting, that what thou speakest may
-move and what he hears may be believed, that the
-true prince may, for recreation sake, prove a false
-thief; for the poor abuses of the time want
-countenance. Farewell: you shall find me in Eastcheap.
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-Farewell, thou latter spring! farewell, All-hallown summer!
-

Exit Falstaff

-
- -POINS -
-Now, my good sweet honey lord, ride with us
-to-morrow: I have a jest to execute that I cannot
-manage alone. Falstaff, Bardolph, Peto and Gadshill
-shall rob those men that we have already waylaid:
-yourself and I will not be there; and when they
-have the booty, if you and I do not rob them, cut
-this head off from my shoulders.
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-How shall we part with them in setting forth?
-
- -POINS -
-Why, we will set forth before or after them, and
-appoint them a place of meeting, wherein it is at
-our pleasure to fail, and then will they adventure
-upon the exploit themselves; which they shall have
-no sooner achieved, but we'll set upon them.
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-Yea, but 'tis like that they will know us by our
-horses, by our habits and by every other
-appointment, to be ourselves.
-
- -POINS -
-Tut! our horses they shall not see: I'll tie them
-in the wood; our vizards we will change after we
-leave them: and, sirrah, I have cases of buckram
-for the nonce, to immask our noted outward garments.
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-Yea, but I doubt they will be too hard for us.
-
- -POINS -
-Well, for two of them, I know them to be as
-true-bred cowards as ever turned back; and for the
-third, if he fight longer than he sees reason, I'll
-forswear arms. The virtue of this jest will be, the
-incomprehensible lies that this same fat rogue will
-tell us when we meet at supper: how thirty, at
-least, he fought with; what wards, what blows, what
-extremities he endured; and in the reproof of this
-lies the jest.
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-Well, I'll go with thee: provide us all things
-necessary and meet me to-morrow night in Eastcheap;
-there I'll sup. Farewell.
-
- -POINS -
-Farewell, my lord.
-

Exit Poins

-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-I know you all, and will awhile uphold
-The unyoked humour of your idleness:
-Yet herein will I imitate the sun,
-Who doth permit the base contagious clouds
-To smother up his beauty from the world,
-That, when he please again to be himself,
-Being wanted, he may be more wonder'd at,
-By breaking through the foul and ugly mists
-Of vapours that did seem to strangle him.
-If all the year were playing holidays,
-To sport would be as tedious as to work;
-But when they seldom come, they wish'd for come,
-And nothing pleaseth but rare accidents.
-So, when this loose behavior I throw off
-And pay the debt I never promised,
-By how much better than my word I am,
-By so much shall I falsify men's hopes;
-And like bright metal on a sullen ground,
-My reformation, glittering o'er my fault,
-Shall show more goodly and attract more eyes
-Than that which hath no foil to set it off.
-I'll so offend, to make offence a skill;
-Redeeming time when men think least I will.
-

Exit

-
-

SCENE III. London. The palace.

-

-Enter the KING, NORTHUMBERLAND, WORCESTER, HOTSPUR, SIR WALTER BLUNT, with others -
- -KING HENRY IV -
-My blood hath been too cold and temperate,
-Unapt to stir at these indignities,
-And you have found me; for accordingly
-You tread upon my patience: but be sure
-I will from henceforth rather be myself,
-Mighty and to be fear'd, than my condition;
-Which hath been smooth as oil, soft as young down,
-And therefore lost that title of respect
-Which the proud soul ne'er pays but to the proud.
-
- -EARL OF WORCESTER -
-Our house, my sovereign liege, little deserves
-The scourge of greatness to be used on it;
-And that same greatness too which our own hands
-Have holp to make so portly.
-
- -NORTHUMBERLAND -
-My lord.--
-
- -KING HENRY IV -
-Worcester, get thee gone; for I do see
-Danger and disobedience in thine eye:
-O, sir, your presence is too bold and peremptory,
-And majesty might never yet endure
-The moody frontier of a servant brow.
-You have good leave to leave us: when we need
-Your use and counsel, we shall send for you.
-

Exit Worcester

-You were about to speak.
-

To North

-
- -NORTHUMBERLAND -
-Yea, my good lord.
-Those prisoners in your highness' name demanded,
-Which Harry Percy here at Holmedon took,
-Were, as he says, not with such strength denied
-As is deliver'd to your majesty:
-Either envy, therefore, or misprison
-Is guilty of this fault and not my son.
-
- -HOTSPUR -
-My liege, I did deny no prisoners.
-But I remember, when the fight was done,
-When I was dry with rage and extreme toil,
-Breathless and faint, leaning upon my sword,
-Came there a certain lord, neat, and trimly dress'd,
-Fresh as a bridegroom; and his chin new reap'd
-Show'd like a stubble-land at harvest-home;
-He was perfumed like a milliner;
-And 'twixt his finger and his thumb he held
-A pouncet-box, which ever and anon
-He gave his nose and took't away again;
-Who therewith angry, when it next came there,
-Took it in snuff; and still he smiled and talk'd,
-And as the soldiers bore dead bodies by,
-He call'd them untaught knaves, unmannerly,
-To bring a slovenly unhandsome corse
-Betwixt the wind and his nobility.
-With many holiday and lady terms
-He question'd me; amongst the rest, demanded
-My prisoners in your majesty's behalf.
-I then, all smarting with my wounds being cold,
-To be so pester'd with a popinjay,
-Out of my grief and my impatience,
-Answer'd neglectingly I know not what,
-He should or he should not; for he made me mad
-To see him shine so brisk and smell so sweet
-And talk so like a waiting-gentlewoman
-Of guns and drums and wounds,--God save the mark!--
-And telling me the sovereign'st thing on earth
-Was parmaceti for an inward bruise;
-And that it was great pity, so it was,
-This villanous salt-petre should be digg'd
-Out of the bowels of the harmless earth,
-Which many a good tall fellow had destroy'd
-So cowardly; and but for these vile guns,
-He would himself have been a soldier.
-This bald unjointed chat of his, my lord,
-I answer'd indirectly, as I said;
-And I beseech you, let not his report
-Come current for an accusation
-Betwixt my love and your high majesty.
-
- -SIR WALTER BLUNT -
-The circumstance consider'd, good my lord,
-Whate'er Lord Harry Percy then had said
-To such a person and in such a place,
-At such a time, with all the rest retold,
-May reasonably die and never rise
-To do him wrong or any way impeach
-What then he said, so he unsay it now.
-
- -KING HENRY IV -
-Why, yet he doth deny his prisoners,
-But with proviso and exception,
-That we at our own charge shall ransom straight
-His brother-in-law, the foolish Mortimer;
-Who, on my soul, hath wilfully betray'd
-The lives of those that he did lead to fight
-Against that great magician, damn'd Glendower,
-Whose daughter, as we hear, the Earl of March
-Hath lately married. Shall our coffers, then,
-Be emptied to redeem a traitor home?
-Shall we but treason? and indent with fears,
-When they have lost and forfeited themselves?
-No, on the barren mountains let him starve;
-For I shall never hold that man my friend
-Whose tongue shall ask me for one penny cost
-To ransom home revolted Mortimer.
-
- -HOTSPUR -
-Revolted Mortimer!
-He never did fall off, my sovereign liege,
-But by the chance of war; to prove that true
-Needs no more but one tongue for all those wounds,
-Those mouthed wounds, which valiantly he took
-When on the gentle Severn's sedgy bank,
-In single opposition, hand to hand,
-He did confound the best part of an hour
-In changing hardiment with great Glendower:
-Three times they breathed and three times did
-they drink,
-Upon agreement, of swift Severn's flood;
-Who then, affrighted with their bloody looks,
-Ran fearfully among the trembling reeds,
-And hid his crisp head in the hollow bank,
-Bloodstained with these valiant combatants.
-Never did base and rotten policy
-Colour her working with such deadly wounds;
-Nor could the noble Mortimer
-Receive so many, and all willingly:
-Then let not him be slander'd with revolt.
-
- -KING HENRY IV -
-Thou dost belie him, Percy, thou dost belie him;
-He never did encounter with Glendower:
-I tell thee,
-He durst as well have met the devil alone
-As Owen Glendower for an enemy.
-Art thou not ashamed? But, sirrah, henceforth
-Let me not hear you speak of Mortimer:
-Send me your prisoners with the speediest means,
-Or you shall hear in such a kind from me
-As will displease you. My Lord Northumberland,
-We licence your departure with your son.
-Send us your prisoners, or you will hear of it.
-

Exeunt King Henry, Blunt, and train

-
- -HOTSPUR -
-An if the devil come and roar for them,
-I will not send them: I will after straight
-And tell him so; for I will ease my heart,
-Albeit I make a hazard of my head.
-
- -NORTHUMBERLAND -
-What, drunk with choler? stay and pause awhile:
-Here comes your uncle.
-

Re-enter WORCESTER

-
- -HOTSPUR -
-Speak of Mortimer!
-'Zounds, I will speak of him; and let my soul
-Want mercy, if I do not join with him:
-Yea, on his part I'll empty all these veins,
-And shed my dear blood drop by drop in the dust,
-But I will lift the down-trod Mortimer
-As high in the air as this unthankful king,
-As this ingrate and canker'd Bolingbroke.
-
- -NORTHUMBERLAND -
-Brother, the king hath made your nephew mad.
-
- -EARL OF WORCESTER -
-Who struck this heat up after I was gone?
-
- -HOTSPUR -
-He will, forsooth, have all my prisoners;
-And when I urged the ransom once again
-Of my wife's brother, then his cheek look'd pale,
-And on my face he turn'd an eye of death,
-Trembling even at the name of Mortimer.
-
- -EARL OF WORCESTER -
-I cannot blame him: was not he proclaim'd
-By Richard that dead is the next of blood?
-
- -NORTHUMBERLAND -
-He was; I heard the proclamation:
-And then it was when the unhappy king,
---Whose wrongs in us God pardon!--did set forth
-Upon his Irish expedition;
-From whence he intercepted did return
-To be deposed and shortly murdered.
-
- -EARL OF WORCESTER -
-And for whose death we in the world's wide mouth
-Live scandalized and foully spoken of.
-
- -HOTSPUR -
-But soft, I pray you; did King Richard then
-Proclaim my brother Edmund Mortimer
-Heir to the crown?
-
- -NORTHUMBERLAND -
-He did; myself did hear it.
-
- -HOTSPUR -
-Nay, then I cannot blame his cousin king,
-That wished him on the barren mountains starve.
-But shall it be that you, that set the crown
-Upon the head of this forgetful man
-And for his sake wear the detested blot
-Of murderous subornation, shall it be,
-That you a world of curses undergo,
-Being the agents, or base second means,
-The cords, the ladder, or the hangman rather?
-O, pardon me that I descend so low,
-To show the line and the predicament
-Wherein you range under this subtle king;
-Shall it for shame be spoken in these days,
-Or fill up chronicles in time to come,
-That men of your nobility and power
-Did gage them both in an unjust behalf,
-As both of you--God pardon it!--have done,
-To put down Richard, that sweet lovely rose,
-An plant this thorn, this canker, Bolingbroke?
-And shall it in more shame be further spoken,
-That you are fool'd, discarded and shook off
-By him for whom these shames ye underwent?
-No; yet time serves wherein you may redeem
-Your banish'd honours and restore yourselves
-Into the good thoughts of the world again,
-Revenge the jeering and disdain'd contempt
-Of this proud king, who studies day and night
-To answer all the debt he owes to you
-Even with the bloody payment of your deaths:
-Therefore, I say--
-
- -EARL OF WORCESTER -
- Peace, cousin, say no more:
-And now I will unclasp a secret book,
-And to your quick-conceiving discontents
-I'll read you matter deep and dangerous,
-As full of peril and adventurous spirit
-As to o'er-walk a current roaring loud
-On the unsteadfast footing of a spear.
-
- -HOTSPUR -
-If he fall in, good night! or sink or swim:
-Send danger from the east unto the west,
-So honour cross it from the north to south,
-And let them grapple: O, the blood more stirs
-To rouse a lion than to start a hare!
-
- -NORTHUMBERLAND -
-Imagination of some great exploit
-Drives him beyond the bounds of patience.
-
- -HOTSPUR -
-By heaven, methinks it were an easy leap,
-To pluck bright honour from the pale-faced moon,
-Or dive into the bottom of the deep,
-Where fathom-line could never touch the ground,
-And pluck up drowned honour by the locks;
-So he that doth redeem her thence might wear
-Without corrival, all her dignities:
-But out upon this half-faced fellowship!
-
- -EARL OF WORCESTER -
-He apprehends a world of figures here,
-But not the form of what he should attend.
-Good cousin, give me audience for a while.
-
- -HOTSPUR -
-I cry you mercy.
-
- -EARL OF WORCESTER -
- Those same noble Scots
-That are your prisoners,--
-
- -HOTSPUR -
-I'll keep them all;
-By God, he shall not have a Scot of them;
-No, if a Scot would save his soul, he shall not:
-I'll keep them, by this hand.
-
- -EARL OF WORCESTER -
-You start away
-And lend no ear unto my purposes.
-Those prisoners you shall keep.
-
- -HOTSPUR -
-Nay, I will; that's flat:
-He said he would not ransom Mortimer;
-Forbad my tongue to speak of Mortimer;
-But I will find him when he lies asleep,
-And in his ear I'll holla 'Mortimer!'
-Nay,
-I'll have a starling shall be taught to speak
-Nothing but 'Mortimer,' and give it him
-To keep his anger still in motion.
-
- -EARL OF WORCESTER -
-Hear you, cousin; a word.
-
- -HOTSPUR -
-All studies here I solemnly defy,
-Save how to gall and pinch this Bolingbroke:
-And that same sword-and-buckler Prince of Wales,
-But that I think his father loves him not
-And would be glad he met with some mischance,
-I would have him poison'd with a pot of ale.
-
- -EARL OF WORCESTER -
-Farewell, kinsman: I'll talk to you
-When you are better temper'd to attend.
-
- -NORTHUMBERLAND -
-Why, what a wasp-stung and impatient fool
-Art thou to break into this woman's mood,
-Tying thine ear to no tongue but thine own!
-
- -HOTSPUR -
-Why, look you, I am whipp'd and scourged with rods,
-Nettled and stung with pismires, when I hear
-Of this vile politician, Bolingbroke.
-In Richard's time,--what do you call the place?--
-A plague upon it, it is in Gloucestershire;
-'Twas where the madcap duke his uncle kept,
-His uncle York; where I first bow'd my knee
-Unto this king of smiles, this Bolingbroke,--
-'Sblood!--
-When you and he came back from Ravenspurgh.
-
- -NORTHUMBERLAND -
-At Berkley castle.
-
- -HOTSPUR -
-You say true:
-Why, what a candy deal of courtesy
-This fawning greyhound then did proffer me!
-Look,'when his infant fortune came to age,'
-And 'gentle Harry Percy,' and 'kind cousin;'
-O, the devil take such cozeners! God forgive me!
-Good uncle, tell your tale; I have done.
-
- -EARL OF WORCESTER -
-Nay, if you have not, to it again;
-We will stay your leisure.
-
- -HOTSPUR -
-I have done, i' faith.
-
- -EARL OF WORCESTER -
-Then once more to your Scottish prisoners.
-Deliver them up without their ransom straight,
-And make the Douglas' son your only mean
-For powers in Scotland; which, for divers reasons
-Which I shall send you written, be assured,
-Will easily be granted. You, my lord,
-

To Northumberland

-Your son in Scotland being thus employ'd,
-Shall secretly into the bosom creep
-Of that same noble prelate, well beloved,
-The archbishop.
-
- -HOTSPUR -
-Of York, is it not?
-
- -EARL OF WORCESTER -
-True; who bears hard
-His brother's death at Bristol, the Lord Scroop.
-I speak not this in estimation,
-As what I think might be, but what I know
-Is ruminated, plotted and set down,
-And only stays but to behold the face
-Of that occasion that shall bring it on.
-
- -HOTSPUR -
-I smell it: upon my life, it will do well.
-
- -NORTHUMBERLAND -
-Before the game is afoot, thou still let'st slip.
-
- -HOTSPUR -
-Why, it cannot choose but be a noble plot;
-And then the power of Scotland and of York,
-To join with Mortimer, ha?
-
- -EARL OF WORCESTER -
-And so they shall.
-
- -HOTSPUR -
-In faith, it is exceedingly well aim'd.
-
- -EARL OF WORCESTER -
-And 'tis no little reason bids us speed,
-To save our heads by raising of a head;
-For, bear ourselves as even as we can,
-The king will always think him in our debt,
-And think we think ourselves unsatisfied,
-Till he hath found a time to pay us home:
-And see already how he doth begin
-To make us strangers to his looks of love.
-
- -HOTSPUR -
-He does, he does: we'll be revenged on him.
-
- -EARL OF WORCESTER -
-Cousin, farewell: no further go in this
-Than I by letters shall direct your course.
-When time is ripe, which will be suddenly,
-I'll steal to Glendower and Lord Mortimer;
-Where you and Douglas and our powers at once,
-As I will fashion it, shall happily meet,
-To bear our fortunes in our own strong arms,
-Which now we hold at much uncertainty.
-
- -NORTHUMBERLAND -
-Farewell, good brother: we shall thrive, I trust.
-
- -HOTSPUR -
-Uncle, Adieu: O, let the hours be short
-Till fields and blows and groans applaud our sport!
-

Exeunt

-

-

ACT II

-

SCENE I. Rochester. An inn yard.

-

-Enter a Carrier with a lantern in his hand -
- -First Carrier -
-Heigh-ho! an it be not four by the day, I'll be
-hanged: Charles' wain is over the new chimney, and
-yet our horse not packed. What, ostler!
-
- -Ostler -
-[Within] Anon, anon.
-
- -First Carrier -
-I prithee, Tom, beat Cut's saddle, put a few flocks
-in the point; poor jade, is wrung in the withers out
-of all cess.
-

Enter another Carrier

-
- -Second Carrier -
-Peas and beans are as dank here as a dog, and that
-is the next way to give poor jades the bots: this
-house is turned upside down since Robin Ostler died.
-
- -First Carrier -
-Poor fellow, never joyed since the price of oats
-rose; it was the death of him.
-
- -Second Carrier -
-I think this be the most villanous house in all
-London road for fleas: I am stung like a tench.
-
- -First Carrier -
-Like a tench! by the mass, there is ne'er a king
-christen could be better bit than I have been since
-the first cock.
-
- -Second Carrier -
-Why, they will allow us ne'er a jordan, and then we
-leak in your chimney; and your chamber-lie breeds
-fleas like a loach.
-
- -First Carrier -
-What, ostler! come away and be hanged!
-
- -Second Carrier -
-I have a gammon of bacon and two razors of ginger,
-to be delivered as far as Charing-cross.
-
- -First Carrier -
-God's body! the turkeys in my pannier are quite
-starved. What, ostler! A plague on thee! hast thou
-never an eye in thy head? canst not hear? An
-'twere not as good deed as drink, to break the pate
-on thee, I am a very villain. Come, and be hanged!
-hast thou no faith in thee?
-

Enter GADSHILL

-
- -GADSHILL -
-Good morrow, carriers. What's o'clock?
-
- -First Carrier -
-I think it be two o'clock.
-
- -GADSHILL -
-I pray thee lend me thy lantern, to see my gelding
-in the stable.
-
- -First Carrier -
-Nay, by God, soft; I know a trick worth two of that, i' faith.
-
- -GADSHILL -
-I pray thee, lend me thine.
-
- -Second Carrier -
-Ay, when? can'st tell? Lend me thy lantern, quoth
-he? marry, I'll see thee hanged first.
-
- -GADSHILL -
-Sirrah carrier, what time do you mean to come to London?
-
- -Second Carrier -
-Time enough to go to bed with a candle, I warrant
-thee. Come, neighbour Mugs, we'll call up the
-gentleman: they will along with company, for they
-have great charge.
-

Exeunt carriers

-
- -GADSHILL -
-What, ho! chamberlain!
-
- -Chamberlain -
-[Within] At hand, quoth pick-purse.
-
- -GADSHILL -
-That's even as fair as--at hand, quoth the
-chamberlain; for thou variest no more from picking
-of purses than giving direction doth from labouring;
-thou layest the plot how.
-

Enter Chamberlain

-
- -Chamberlain -
-Good morrow, Master Gadshill. It holds current that
-I told you yesternight: there's a franklin in the
-wild of Kent hath brought three hundred marks with
-him in gold: I heard him tell it to one of his
-company last night at supper; a kind of auditor; one
-that hath abundance of charge too, God knows what.
-They are up already, and call for eggs and butter;
-they will away presently.
-
- -GADSHILL -
-Sirrah, if they meet not with Saint Nicholas'
-clerks, I'll give thee this neck.
-
- -Chamberlain -
-No, I'll none of it: I pray thee keep that for the
-hangman; for I know thou worshippest St. Nicholas
-as truly as a man of falsehood may.
-
- -GADSHILL -
-What talkest thou to me of the hangman? if I hang,
-I'll make a fat pair of gallows; for if I hang, old
-Sir John hangs with me, and thou knowest he is no
-starveling. Tut! there are other Trojans that thou
-dreamest not of, the which for sport sake are
-content to do the profession some grace; that would,
-if matters should be looked into, for their own
-credit sake, make all whole. I am joined with no
-foot-land rakers, no long-staff sixpenny strikers,
-none of these mad mustachio purple-hued malt-worms;
-but with nobility and tranquillity, burgomasters and
-great oneyers, such as can hold in, such as will
-strike sooner than speak, and speak sooner than
-drink, and drink sooner than pray: and yet, zounds,
-I lie; for they pray continually to their saint, the
-commonwealth; or rather, not pray to her, but prey
-on her, for they ride up and down on her and make
-her their boots.
-
- -Chamberlain -
-What, the commonwealth their boots? will she hold
-out water in foul way?
-
- -GADSHILL -
-She will, she will; justice hath liquored her. We
-steal as in a castle, cocksure; we have the receipt
-of fern-seed, we walk invisible.
-
- -Chamberlain -
-Nay, by my faith, I think you are more beholding to
-the night than to fern-seed for your walking invisible.
-
- -GADSHILL -
-Give me thy hand: thou shalt have a share in our
-purchase, as I am a true man.
-
- -Chamberlain -
-Nay, rather let me have it, as you are a false thief.
-
- -GADSHILL -
-Go to; 'homo' is a common name to all men. Bid the
-ostler bring my gelding out of the stable. Farewell,
-you muddy knave.
-

Exeunt

-
-

SCENE II. The highway, near Gadshill.

-

-Enter PRINCE HENRY and POINS -
- -POINS -
-Come, shelter, shelter: I have removed Falstaff's
-horse, and he frets like a gummed velvet.
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-Stand close.
-

Enter FALSTAFF

-
- -FALSTAFF -
-Poins! Poins, and be hanged! Poins!
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-Peace, ye fat-kidneyed rascal! what a brawling dost
-thou keep!
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-Where's Poins, Hal?
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-He is walked up to the top of the hill: I'll go seek him.
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-I am accursed to rob in that thief's company: the
-rascal hath removed my horse, and tied him I know
-not where. If I travel but four foot by the squier
-further afoot, I shall break my wind. Well, I doubt
-not but to die a fair death for all this, if I
-'scape hanging for killing that rogue. I have
-forsworn his company hourly any time this two and
-twenty years, and yet I am bewitched with the
-rogue's company. If the rascal hath not given me
-medicines to make me love him, I'll be hanged; it
-could not be else: I have drunk medicines. Poins!
-Hal! a plague upon you both! Bardolph! Peto!
-I'll starve ere I'll rob a foot further. An 'twere
-not as good a deed as drink, to turn true man and to
-leave these rogues, I am the veriest varlet that
-ever chewed with a tooth. Eight yards of uneven
-ground is threescore and ten miles afoot with me;
-and the stony-hearted villains know it well enough:
-a plague upon it when thieves cannot be true one to another!
-

They whistle

-Whew! A plague upon you all! Give me my horse, you
-rogues; give me my horse, and be hanged!
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-Peace, ye fat-guts! lie down; lay thine ear close
-to the ground and list if thou canst hear the tread
-of travellers.
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-Have you any levers to lift me up again, being down?
-'Sblood, I'll not bear mine own flesh so far afoot
-again for all the coin in thy father's exchequer.
-What a plague mean ye to colt me thus?
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-Thou liest; thou art not colted, thou art uncolted.
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-I prithee, good Prince Hal, help me to my horse,
-good king's son.
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-Out, ye rogue! shall I be your ostler?
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-Go, hang thyself in thine own heir-apparent
-garters! If I be ta'en, I'll peach for this. An I
-have not ballads made on you all and sung to filthy
-tunes, let a cup of sack be my poison: when a jest
-is so forward, and afoot too! I hate it.
-

Enter GADSHILL, BARDOLPH and PETO

-
- -GADSHILL -
-Stand.
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-So I do, against my will.
-
- -POINS -
-O, 'tis our setter: I know his voice. Bardolph,
-what news?
-
- -BARDOLPH -
-Case ye, case ye; on with your vizards: there 's
-money of the king's coming down the hill; 'tis going
-to the king's exchequer.
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-You lie, ye rogue; 'tis going to the king's tavern.
-
- -GADSHILL -
-There's enough to make us all.
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-To be hanged.
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-Sirs, you four shall front them in the narrow lane;
-Ned Poins and I will walk lower: if they 'scape
-from your encounter, then they light on us.
-
- -PETO -
-How many be there of them?
-
- -GADSHILL -
-Some eight or ten.
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-'Zounds, will they not rob us?
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-What, a coward, Sir John Paunch?
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-Indeed, I am not John of Gaunt, your grandfather;
-but yet no coward, Hal.
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-Well, we leave that to the proof.
-
- -POINS -
-Sirrah Jack, thy horse stands behind the hedge:
-when thou needest him, there thou shalt find him.
-Farewell, and stand fast.
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-Now cannot I strike him, if I should be hanged.
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-Ned, where are our disguises?
-
- -POINS -
-Here, hard by: stand close.
-

Exeunt PRINCE HENRY and POINS

-
- -FALSTAFF -
-Now, my masters, happy man be his dole, say I:
-every man to his business.
-

Enter the Travellers

-
- -First Traveller -
-Come, neighbour: the boy shall lead our horses down
-the hill; we'll walk afoot awhile, and ease our legs.
-
- -Thieves -
-Stand!
-
- -Travellers -
-Jesus bless us!
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-Strike; down with them; cut the villains' throats:
-ah! whoreson caterpillars! bacon-fed knaves! they
-hate us youth: down with them: fleece them.
-
- -Travellers -
-O, we are undone, both we and ours for ever!
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-Hang ye, gorbellied knaves, are ye undone? No, ye
-fat chuffs: I would your store were here! On,
-bacons, on! What, ye knaves! young men must live.
-You are Grand-jurors, are ye? we'll jure ye, 'faith.
-

Here they rob them and bind them. Exeunt

-

Re-enter PRINCE HENRY and POINS

-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-The thieves have bound the true men. Now could thou
-and I rob the thieves and go merrily to London, it
-would be argument for a week, laughter for a month
-and a good jest for ever.
-
- -POINS -
-Stand close; I hear them coming.
-

Enter the Thieves again

-
- -FALSTAFF -
-Come, my masters, let us share, and then to horse
-before day. An the Prince and Poins be not two
-arrant cowards, there's no equity stirring: there's
-no more valour in that Poins than in a wild-duck.
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-Your money!
-
- -POINS -
-Villains!
-

As they are sharing, the Prince and Poins set upon them; they all run away; and Falstaff, after a blow or two, runs away too, leaving the booty behind them

-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-Got with much ease. Now merrily to horse:
-The thieves are all scatter'd and possess'd with fear
-So strongly that they dare not meet each other;
-Each takes his fellow for an officer.
-Away, good Ned. Falstaff sweats to death,
-And lards the lean earth as he walks along:
-Were 't not for laughing, I should pity him.
-
- -POINS -
-How the rogue roar'd!
-

Exeunt

-
-

SCENE III. Warkworth castle

-

-Enter HOTSPUR, solus, reading a letter -
- -HOTSPUR -
-'But for mine own part, my lord, I could be well
-contented to be there, in respect of the love I bear
-your house.' He could be contented: why is he not,
-then? In respect of the love he bears our house:
-he shows in this, he loves his own barn better than
-he loves our house. Let me see some more. 'The
-purpose you undertake is dangerous;'--why, that's
-certain: 'tis dangerous to take a cold, to sleep, to
-drink; but I tell you, my lord fool, out of this
-nettle, danger, we pluck this flower, safety. 'The
-purpose you undertake is dangerous; the friends you
-have named uncertain; the time itself unsorted; and
-your whole plot too light for the counterpoise of so
-great an opposition.' Say you so, say you so? I say
-unto you again, you are a shallow cowardly hind, and
-you lie. What a lack-brain is this! By the Lord,
-our plot is a good plot as ever was laid; our
-friends true and constant: a good plot, good
-friends, and full of expectation; an excellent plot,
-very good friends. What a frosty-spirited rogue is
-this! Why, my lord of York commends the plot and the
-general course of action. 'Zounds, an I were now by
-this rascal, I could brain him with his lady's fan.
-Is there not my father, my uncle and myself? lord
-Edmund Mortimer, My lord of York and Owen Glendower?
-is there not besides the Douglas? have I not all
-their letters to meet me in arms by the ninth of the
-next month? and are they not some of them set
-forward already? What a pagan rascal is this! an
-infidel! Ha! you shall see now in very sincerity
-of fear and cold heart, will he to the king and lay
-open all our proceedings. O, I could divide myself
-and go to buffets, for moving such a dish of
-skim milk with so honourable an action! Hang him!
-let him tell the king: we are prepared. I will set
-forward to-night.
-

Enter LADY PERCY

-How now, Kate! I must leave you within these two hours.
-
- -LADY PERCY -
-O, my good lord, why are you thus alone?
-For what offence have I this fortnight been
-A banish'd woman from my Harry's bed?
-Tell me, sweet lord, what is't that takes from thee
-Thy stomach, pleasure and thy golden sleep?
-Why dost thou bend thine eyes upon the earth,
-And start so often when thou sit'st alone?
-Why hast thou lost the fresh blood in thy cheeks;
-And given my treasures and my rights of thee
-To thick-eyed musing and cursed melancholy?
-In thy faint slumbers I by thee have watch'd,
-And heard thee murmur tales of iron wars;
-Speak terms of manage to thy bounding steed;
-Cry 'Courage! to the field!' And thou hast talk'd
-Of sallies and retires, of trenches, tents,
-Of palisadoes, frontiers, parapets,
-Of basilisks, of cannon, culverin,
-Of prisoners' ransom and of soldiers slain,
-And all the currents of a heady fight.
-Thy spirit within thee hath been so at war
-And thus hath so bestirr'd thee in thy sleep,
-That beads of sweat have stood upon thy brow
-Like bubbles in a late-disturbed stream;
-And in thy face strange motions have appear'd,
-Such as we see when men restrain their breath
-On some great sudden hest. O, what portents are these?
-Some heavy business hath my lord in hand,
-And I must know it, else he loves me not.
-
- -HOTSPUR -
-What, ho!
-

Enter Servant

-Is Gilliams with the packet gone?
-
- -Servant -
-He is, my lord, an hour ago.
-
- -HOTSPUR -
-Hath Butler brought those horses from the sheriff?
-
- -Servant -
-One horse, my lord, he brought even now.
-
- -HOTSPUR -
-What horse? a roan, a crop-ear, is it not?
-
- -Servant -
-It is, my lord.
-
- -HOTSPUR -
- That roan shall by my throne.
-Well, I will back him straight: O esperance!
-Bid Butler lead him forth into the park.
-

Exit Servant

-
- -LADY PERCY -
-But hear you, my lord.
-
- -HOTSPUR -
-What say'st thou, my lady?
-
- -LADY PERCY -
-What is it carries you away?
-
- -HOTSPUR -
-Why, my horse, my love, my horse.
-
- -LADY PERCY -
-Out, you mad-headed ape!
-A weasel hath not such a deal of spleen
-As you are toss'd with. In faith,
-I'll know your business, Harry, that I will.
-I fear my brother Mortimer doth stir
-About his title, and hath sent for you
-To line his enterprise: but if you go,--
-
- -HOTSPUR -
-So far afoot, I shall be weary, love.
-
- -LADY PERCY -
-Come, come, you paraquito, answer me
-Directly unto this question that I ask:
-In faith, I'll break thy little finger, Harry,
-An if thou wilt not tell me all things true.
-
- -HOTSPUR -
-Away,
-Away, you trifler! Love! I love thee not,
-I care not for thee, Kate: this is no world
-To play with mammets and to tilt with lips:
-We must have bloody noses and crack'd crowns,
-And pass them current too. God's me, my horse!
-What say'st thou, Kate? what would'st thou
-have with me?
-
- -LADY PERCY -
-Do you not love me? do you not, indeed?
-Well, do not then; for since you love me not,
-I will not love myself. Do you not love me?
-Nay, tell me if you speak in jest or no.
-
- -HOTSPUR -
-Come, wilt thou see me ride?
-And when I am on horseback, I will swear
-I love thee infinitely. But hark you, Kate;
-I must not have you henceforth question me
-Whither I go, nor reason whereabout:
-Whither I must, I must; and, to conclude,
-This evening must I leave you, gentle Kate.
-I know you wise, but yet no farther wise
-Than Harry Percy's wife: constant you are,
-But yet a woman: and for secrecy,
-No lady closer; for I well believe
-Thou wilt not utter what thou dost not know;
-And so far will I trust thee, gentle Kate.
-
- -LADY PERCY -
-How! so far?
-
- -HOTSPUR -
-Not an inch further. But hark you, Kate:
-Whither I go, thither shall you go too;
-To-day will I set forth, to-morrow you.
-Will this content you, Kate?
-
- -LADY PERCY -
-It must of force.
-

Exeunt

-
-

SCENE IV. The Boar's-Head Tavern, Eastcheap.

-

-Enter PRINCE HENRY and POINS -
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-Ned, prithee, come out of that fat room, and lend me
-thy hand to laugh a little.
-
- -POINS -
-Where hast been, Hal?
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-With three or four loggerheads amongst three or four
-score hogsheads. I have sounded the very
-base-string of humility. Sirrah, I am sworn brother
-to a leash of drawers; and can call them all by
-their christen names, as Tom, Dick, and Francis.
-They take it already upon their salvation, that
-though I be but the prince of Wales, yet I am king
-of courtesy; and tell me flatly I am no proud Jack,
-like Falstaff, but a Corinthian, a lad of mettle, a
-good boy, by the Lord, so they call me, and when I
-am king of England, I shall command all the good
-lads in Eastcheap. They call drinking deep, dyeing
-scarlet; and when you breathe in your watering, they
-cry 'hem!' and bid you play it off. To conclude, I
-am so good a proficient in one quarter of an hour,
-that I can drink with any tinker in his own language
-during my life. I tell thee, Ned, thou hast lost
-much honour, that thou wert not with me in this sweet
-action. But, sweet Ned,--to sweeten which name of
-Ned, I give thee this pennyworth of sugar, clapped
-even now into my hand by an under-skinker, one that
-never spake other English in his life than 'Eight
-shillings and sixpence' and 'You are welcome,' with
-this shrill addition, 'Anon, anon, sir! Score a pint
-of bastard in the Half-Moon,' or so. But, Ned, to
-drive away the time till Falstaff come, I prithee,
-do thou stand in some by-room, while I question my
-puny drawer to what end he gave me the sugar; and do
-thou never leave calling 'Francis,' that his tale
-to me may be nothing but 'Anon.' Step aside, and
-I'll show thee a precedent.
-
- -POINS -
-Francis!
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-Thou art perfect.
-
- -POINS -
-Francis!
-

Exit POINS

-

Enter FRANCIS

-
- -FRANCIS -
-Anon, anon, sir. Look down into the Pomgarnet, Ralph.
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-Come hither, Francis.
-
- -FRANCIS -
-My lord?
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-How long hast thou to serve, Francis?
-
- -FRANCIS -
-Forsooth, five years, and as much as to--
-
- -POINS -
-[Within] Francis!
-
- -FRANCIS -
-Anon, anon, sir.
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-Five year! by'r lady, a long lease for the clinking
-of pewter. But, Francis, darest thou be so valiant
-as to play the coward with thy indenture and show it
-a fair pair of heels and run from it?
-
- -FRANCIS -
-O Lord, sir, I'll be sworn upon all the books in
-England, I could find in my heart.
-
- -POINS -
-[Within] Francis!
-
- -FRANCIS -
-Anon, sir.
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-How old art thou, Francis?
-
- -FRANCIS -
-Let me see--about Michaelmas next I shall be--
-
- -POINS -
-[Within] Francis!
-
- -FRANCIS -
-Anon, sir. Pray stay a little, my lord.
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-Nay, but hark you, Francis: for the sugar thou
-gavest me,'twas a pennyworth, wast't not?
-
- -FRANCIS -
-O Lord, I would it had been two!
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-I will give thee for it a thousand pound: ask me
-when thou wilt, and thou shalt have it.
-
- -POINS -
-[Within] Francis!
-
- -FRANCIS -
-Anon, anon.
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-Anon, Francis? No, Francis; but to-morrow, Francis;
-or, Francis, o' Thursday; or indeed, Francis, when
-thou wilt. But, Francis!
-
- -FRANCIS -
-My lord?
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-Wilt thou rob this leathern jerkin, crystal-button,
-not-pated, agate-ring, puke-stocking, caddis-garter,
-smooth-tongue, Spanish-pouch,--
-
- -FRANCIS -
-O Lord, sir, who do you mean?
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-Why, then, your brown bastard is your only drink;
-for look you, Francis, your white canvas doublet
-will sully: in Barbary, sir, it cannot come to so much.
-
- -FRANCIS -
-What, sir?
-
- -POINS -
-[Within] Francis!
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-Away, you rogue! dost thou not hear them call?
-

Here they both call him; the drawer stands amazed, not knowing which way to go

-

Enter Vintner

-
- -Vintner -
-What, standest thou still, and hearest such a
-calling? Look to the guests within.
-

Exit Francis

-My lord, old Sir John, with half-a-dozen more, are
-at the door: shall I let them in?
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-Let them alone awhile, and then open the door.
-

Exit Vintner

-Poins!
-

Re-enter POINS

-
- -POINS -
-Anon, anon, sir.
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-Sirrah, Falstaff and the rest of the thieves are at
-the door: shall we be merry?
-
- -POINS -
-As merry as crickets, my lad. But hark ye; what
-cunning match have you made with this jest of the
-drawer? come, what's the issue?
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-I am now of all humours that have showed themselves
-humours since the old days of goodman Adam to the
-pupil age of this present twelve o'clock at midnight.
-

Re-enter FRANCIS

-What's o'clock, Francis?
-
- -FRANCIS -
-Anon, anon, sir.
-

Exit

-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-That ever this fellow should have fewer words than a
-parrot, and yet the son of a woman! His industry is
-upstairs and downstairs; his eloquence the parcel of
-a reckoning. I am not yet of Percy's mind, the
-Hotspur of the north; he that kills me some six or
-seven dozen of Scots at a breakfast, washes his
-hands, and says to his wife 'Fie upon this quiet
-life! I want work.' 'O my sweet Harry,' says she,
-'how many hast thou killed to-day?' 'Give my roan
-horse a drench,' says he; and answers 'Some
-fourteen,' an hour after; 'a trifle, a trifle.' I
-prithee, call in Falstaff: I'll play Percy, and
-that damned brawn shall play Dame Mortimer his
-wife. 'Rivo!' says the drunkard. Call in ribs, call in tallow.
-

Enter FALSTAFF, GADSHILL, BARDOLPH, and PETO; FRANCIS following with wine

-
- -POINS -
-Welcome, Jack: where hast thou been?
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-A plague of all cowards, I say, and a vengeance too!
-marry, and amen! Give me a cup of sack, boy. Ere I
-lead this life long, I'll sew nether stocks and mend
-them and foot them too. A plague of all cowards!
-Give me a cup of sack, rogue. Is there no virtue extant?
-

He drinks

-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-Didst thou never see Titan kiss a dish of butter?
-pitiful-hearted Titan, that melted at the sweet tale
-of the sun's! if thou didst, then behold that compound.
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-You rogue, here's lime in this sack too: there is
-nothing but roguery to be found in villanous man:
-yet a coward is worse than a cup of sack with lime
-in it. A villanous coward! Go thy ways, old Jack;
-die when thou wilt, if manhood, good manhood, be
-not forgot upon the face of the earth, then am I a
-shotten herring. There live not three good men
-unhanged in England; and one of them is fat and
-grows old: God help the while! a bad world, I say.
-I would I were a weaver; I could sing psalms or any
-thing. A plague of all cowards, I say still.
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-How now, wool-sack! what mutter you?
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-A king's son! If I do not beat thee out of thy
-kingdom with a dagger of lath, and drive all thy
-subjects afore thee like a flock of wild-geese,
-I'll never wear hair on my face more. You Prince of Wales!
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-Why, you whoreson round man, what's the matter?
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-Are not you a coward? answer me to that: and Poins there?
-
- -POINS -
-'Zounds, ye fat paunch, an ye call me coward, by the
-Lord, I'll stab thee.
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-I call thee coward! I'll see thee damned ere I call
-thee coward: but I would give a thousand pound I
-could run as fast as thou canst. You are straight
-enough in the shoulders, you care not who sees your
-back: call you that backing of your friends? A
-plague upon such backing! give me them that will
-face me. Give me a cup of sack: I am a rogue, if I
-drunk to-day.
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-O villain! thy lips are scarce wiped since thou
-drunkest last.
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-All's one for that.
-

He drinks

-A plague of all cowards, still say I.
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-What's the matter?
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-What's the matter! there be four of us here have
-ta'en a thousand pound this day morning.
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-Where is it, Jack? where is it?
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-Where is it! taken from us it is: a hundred upon
-poor four of us.
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-What, a hundred, man?
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-I am a rogue, if I were not at half-sword with a
-dozen of them two hours together. I have 'scaped by
-miracle. I am eight times thrust through the
-doublet, four through the hose; my buckler cut
-through and through; my sword hacked like a
-hand-saw--ecce signum! I never dealt better since
-I was a man: all would not do. A plague of all
-cowards! Let them speak: if they speak more or
-less than truth, they are villains and the sons of darkness.
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-Speak, sirs; how was it?
-
- -GADSHILL -
-We four set upon some dozen--
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-Sixteen at least, my lord.
-
- -GADSHILL -
-And bound them.
-
- -PETO -
-No, no, they were not bound.
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-You rogue, they were bound, every man of them; or I
-am a Jew else, an Ebrew Jew.
-
- -GADSHILL -
-As we were sharing, some six or seven fresh men set upon us--
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-And unbound the rest, and then come in the other.
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-What, fought you with them all?
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-All! I know not what you call all; but if I fought
-not with fifty of them, I am a bunch of radish: if
-there were not two or three and fifty upon poor old
-Jack, then am I no two-legged creature.
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-Pray God you have not murdered some of them.
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-Nay, that's past praying for: I have peppered two
-of them; two I am sure I have paid, two rogues
-in buckram suits. I tell thee what, Hal, if I tell
-thee a lie, spit in my face, call me horse. Thou
-knowest my old ward; here I lay and thus I bore my
-point. Four rogues in buckram let drive at me--
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-What, four? thou saidst but two even now.
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-Four, Hal; I told thee four.
-
- -POINS -
-Ay, ay, he said four.
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-These four came all a-front, and mainly thrust at
-me. I made me no more ado but took all their seven
-points in my target, thus.
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-Seven? why, there were but four even now.
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-In buckram?
-
- -POINS -
-Ay, four, in buckram suits.
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-Seven, by these hilts, or I am a villain else.
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-Prithee, let him alone; we shall have more anon.
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-Dost thou hear me, Hal?
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-Ay, and mark thee too, Jack.
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-Do so, for it is worth the listening to. These nine
-in buckram that I told thee of--
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-So, two more already.
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-Their points being broken,--
-
- -POINS -
-Down fell their hose.
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-Began to give me ground: but I followed me close,
-came in foot and hand; and with a thought seven of
-the eleven I paid.
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-O monstrous! eleven buckram men grown out of two!
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-But, as the devil would have it, three misbegotten
-knaves in Kendal green came at my back and let drive
-at me; for it was so dark, Hal, that thou couldst
-not see thy hand.
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-These lies are like their father that begets them;
-gross as a mountain, open, palpable. Why, thou
-clay-brained guts, thou knotty-pated fool, thou
-whoreson, obscene, grease tallow-catch,--
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-What, art thou mad? art thou mad? is not the truth
-the truth?
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-Why, how couldst thou know these men in Kendal
-green, when it was so dark thou couldst not see thy
-hand? come, tell us your reason: what sayest thou to this?
-
- -POINS -
-Come, your reason, Jack, your reason.
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-What, upon compulsion? 'Zounds, an I were at the
-strappado, or all the racks in the world, I would
-not tell you on compulsion. Give you a reason on
-compulsion! If reasons were as plentiful as
-blackberries, I would give no man a reason upon
-compulsion, I.
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-I'll be no longer guilty of this sin; this sanguine
-coward, this bed-presser, this horseback-breaker,
-this huge hill of flesh,--
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-'Sblood, you starveling, you elf-skin, you dried
-neat's tongue, you bull's pizzle, you stock-fish! O
-for breath to utter what is like thee! you
-tailor's-yard, you sheath, you bowcase; you vile
-standing-tuck,--
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-Well, breathe awhile, and then to it again: and
-when thou hast tired thyself in base comparisons,
-hear me speak but this.
-
- -POINS -
-Mark, Jack.
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-We two saw you four set on four and bound them, and
-were masters of their wealth. Mark now, how a plain
-tale shall put you down. Then did we two set on you
-four; and, with a word, out-faced you from your
-prize, and have it; yea, and can show it you here in
-the house: and, Falstaff, you carried your guts
-away as nimbly, with as quick dexterity, and roared
-for mercy and still run and roared, as ever I heard
-bull-calf. What a slave art thou, to hack thy sword
-as thou hast done, and then say it was in fight!
-What trick, what device, what starting-hole, canst
-thou now find out to hide thee from this open and
-apparent shame?
-
- -POINS -
-Come, let's hear, Jack; what trick hast thou now?
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-By the Lord, I knew ye as well as he that made ye.
-Why, hear you, my masters: was it for me to kill the
-heir-apparent? should I turn upon the true prince?
-why, thou knowest I am as valiant as Hercules: but
-beware instinct; the lion will not touch the true
-prince. Instinct is a great matter; I was now a
-coward on instinct. I shall think the better of
-myself and thee during my life; I for a valiant
-lion, and thou for a true prince. But, by the Lord,
-lads, I am glad you have the money. Hostess, clap
-to the doors: watch to-night, pray to-morrow.
-Gallants, lads, boys, hearts of gold, all the titles
-of good fellowship come to you! What, shall we be
-merry? shall we have a play extempore?
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-Content; and the argument shall be thy running away.
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-Ah, no more of that, Hal, an thou lovest me!
-

Enter Hostess

-
- -Hostess -
-O Jesu, my lord the prince!
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-How now, my lady the hostess! what sayest thou to
-me?
-
- -Hostess -
-Marry, my lord, there is a nobleman of the court at
-door would speak with you: he says he comes from
-your father.
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-Give him as much as will make him a royal man, and
-send him back again to my mother.
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-What manner of man is he?
-
- -Hostess -
-An old man.
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-What doth gravity out of his bed at midnight? Shall
-I give him his answer?
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-Prithee, do, Jack.
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-'Faith, and I'll send him packing.
-

Exit FALSTAFF

-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-Now, sirs: by'r lady, you fought fair; so did you,
-Peto; so did you, Bardolph: you are lions too, you
-ran away upon instinct, you will not touch the true
-prince; no, fie!
-
- -BARDOLPH -
-'Faith, I ran when I saw others run.
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-'Faith, tell me now in earnest, how came Falstaff's
-sword so hacked?
-
- -PETO -
-Why, he hacked it with his dagger, and said he would
-swear truth out of England but he would make you
-believe it was done in fight, and persuaded us to do the like.
-
- -BARDOLPH -
-Yea, and to tickle our noses with spear-grass to
-make them bleed, and then to beslubber our garments
-with it and swear it was the blood of true men. I
-did that I did not this seven year before, I blushed
-to hear his monstrous devices.
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-O villain, thou stolest a cup of sack eighteen years
-ago, and wert taken with the manner, and ever since
-thou hast blushed extempore. Thou hadst fire and
-sword on thy side, and yet thou rannest away: what
-instinct hadst thou for it?
-
- -BARDOLPH -
-My lord, do you see these meteors? do you behold
-these exhalations?
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-I do.
-
- -BARDOLPH -
-What think you they portend?
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-Hot livers and cold purses.
-
- -BARDOLPH -
-Choler, my lord, if rightly taken.
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-No, if rightly taken, halter.
-

Re-enter FALSTAFF

-Here comes lean Jack, here comes bare-bone.
-How now, my sweet creature of bombast!
-How long is't ago, Jack, since thou sawest thine own knee?
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-My own knee! when I was about thy years, Hal, I was
-not an eagle's talon in the waist; I could have
-crept into any alderman's thumb-ring: a plague of
-sighing and grief! it blows a man up like a
-bladder. There's villanous news abroad: here was
-Sir John Bracy from your father; you must to the
-court in the morning. That same mad fellow of the
-north, Percy, and he of Wales, that gave Amamon the
-bastinado and made Lucifer cuckold and swore the
-devil his true liegeman upon the cross of a Welsh
-hook--what a plague call you him?
-
- -POINS -
-O, Glendower.
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-Owen, Owen, the same; and his son-in-law Mortimer,
-and old Northumberland, and that sprightly Scot of
-Scots, Douglas, that runs o' horseback up a hill
-perpendicular,--
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-He that rides at high speed and with his pistol
-kills a sparrow flying.
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-You have hit it.
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-So did he never the sparrow.
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-Well, that rascal hath good mettle in him; he will not run.
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-Why, what a rascal art thou then, to praise him so
-for running!
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-O' horseback, ye cuckoo; but afoot he will not budge a foot.
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-Yes, Jack, upon instinct.
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-I grant ye, upon instinct. Well, he is there too,
-and one Mordake, and a thousand blue-caps more:
-Worcester is stolen away to-night; thy father's
-beard is turned white with the news: you may buy
-land now as cheap as stinking mackerel.
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-Why, then, it is like, if there come a hot June and
-this civil buffeting hold, we shall buy maidenheads
-as they buy hob-nails, by the hundreds.
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-By the mass, lad, thou sayest true; it is like we
-shall have good trading that way. But tell me, Hal,
-art not thou horrible afeard? thou being
-heir-apparent, could the world pick thee out three
-such enemies again as that fiend Douglas, that
-spirit Percy, and that devil Glendower? Art thou
-not horribly afraid? doth not thy blood thrill at
-it?
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-Not a whit, i' faith; I lack some of thy instinct.
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-Well, thou wert be horribly chid tomorrow when thou
-comest to thy father: if thou love me, practise an answer.
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-Do thou stand for my father, and examine me upon the
-particulars of my life.
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-Shall I? content: this chair shall be my state,
-this dagger my sceptre, and this cushion my crown.
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-Thy state is taken for a joined-stool, thy golden
-sceptre for a leaden dagger, and thy precious rich
-crown for a pitiful bald crown!
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-Well, an the fire of grace be not quite out of thee,
-now shalt thou be moved. Give me a cup of sack to
-make my eyes look red, that it may be thought I have
-wept; for I must speak in passion, and I will do it
-in King Cambyses' vein.
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-Well, here is my leg.
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-And here is my speech. Stand aside, nobility.
-
- -Hostess -
-O Jesu, this is excellent sport, i' faith!
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-Weep not, sweet queen; for trickling tears are vain.
-
- -Hostess -
-O, the father, how he holds his countenance!
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-For God's sake, lords, convey my tristful queen;
-For tears do stop the flood-gates of her eyes.
-
- -Hostess -
-O Jesu, he doth it as like one of these harlotry
-players as ever I see!
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-Peace, good pint-pot; peace, good tickle-brain.
-Harry, I do not only marvel where thou spendest thy
-time, but also how thou art accompanied: for though
-the camomile, the more it is trodden on the faster
-it grows, yet youth, the more it is wasted the
-sooner it wears. That thou art my son, I have
-partly thy mother's word, partly my own opinion,
-but chiefly a villanous trick of thine eye and a
-foolish-hanging of thy nether lip, that doth warrant
-me. If then thou be son to me, here lies the point;
-why, being son to me, art thou so pointed at? Shall
-the blessed sun of heaven prove a micher and eat
-blackberries? a question not to be asked. Shall
-the sun of England prove a thief and take purses? a
-question to be asked. There is a thing, Harry,
-which thou hast often heard of and it is known to
-many in our land by the name of pitch: this pitch,
-as ancient writers do report, doth defile; so doth
-the company thou keepest: for, Harry, now I do not
-speak to thee in drink but in tears, not in
-pleasure but in passion, not in words only, but in
-woes also: and yet there is a virtuous man whom I
-have often noted in thy company, but I know not his name.
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-What manner of man, an it like your majesty?
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-A goodly portly man, i' faith, and a corpulent; of a
-cheerful look, a pleasing eye and a most noble
-carriage; and, as I think, his age some fifty, or,
-by'r lady, inclining to three score; and now I
-remember me, his name is Falstaff: if that man
-should be lewdly given, he deceiveth me; for, Harry,
-I see virtue in his looks. If then the tree may be
-known by the fruit, as the fruit by the tree, then,
-peremptorily I speak it, there is virtue in that
-Falstaff: him keep with, the rest banish. And tell
-me now, thou naughty varlet, tell me, where hast
-thou been this month?
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-Dost thou speak like a king? Do thou stand for me,
-and I'll play my father.
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-Depose me? if thou dost it half so gravely, so
-majestically, both in word and matter, hang me up by
-the heels for a rabbit-sucker or a poulter's hare.
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-Well, here I am set.
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-And here I stand: judge, my masters.
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-Now, Harry, whence come you?
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-My noble lord, from Eastcheap.
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-The complaints I hear of thee are grievous.
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-'Sblood, my lord, they are false: nay, I'll tickle
-ye for a young prince, i' faith.
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-Swearest thou, ungracious boy? henceforth ne'er look
-on me. Thou art violently carried away from grace:
-there is a devil haunts thee in the likeness of an
-old fat man; a tun of man is thy companion. Why
-dost thou converse with that trunk of humours, that
-bolting-hutch of beastliness, that swollen parcel
-of dropsies, that huge bombard of sack, that stuffed
-cloak-bag of guts, that roasted Manningtree ox with
-the pudding in his belly, that reverend vice, that
-grey iniquity, that father ruffian, that vanity in
-years? Wherein is he good, but to taste sack and
-drink it? wherein neat and cleanly, but to carve a
-capon and eat it? wherein cunning, but in craft?
-wherein crafty, but in villany? wherein villanous,
-but in all things? wherein worthy, but in nothing?
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-I would your grace would take me with you: whom
-means your grace?
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-That villanous abominable misleader of youth,
-Falstaff, that old white-bearded Satan.
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-My lord, the man I know.
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-I know thou dost.
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-But to say I know more harm in him than in myself,
-were to say more than I know. That he is old, the
-more the pity, his white hairs do witness it; but
-that he is, saving your reverence, a whoremaster,
-that I utterly deny. If sack and sugar be a fault,
-God help the wicked! if to be old and merry be a
-sin, then many an old host that I know is damned: if
-to be fat be to be hated, then Pharaoh's lean kine
-are to be loved. No, my good lord; banish Peto,
-banish Bardolph, banish Poins: but for sweet Jack
-Falstaff, kind Jack Falstaff, true Jack Falstaff,
-valiant Jack Falstaff, and therefore more valiant,
-being, as he is, old Jack Falstaff, banish not him
-thy Harry's company, banish not him thy Harry's
-company: banish plump Jack, and banish all the world.
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-I do, I will.
-

A knocking heard

-

Exeunt Hostess, FRANCIS, and BARDOLPH

-

Re-enter BARDOLPH, running

-
- -BARDOLPH -
-O, my lord, my lord! the sheriff with a most
-monstrous watch is at the door.
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-Out, ye rogue! Play out the play: I have much to
-say in the behalf of that Falstaff.
-

Re-enter the Hostess

-
- -Hostess -
-O Jesu, my lord, my lord!
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-Heigh, heigh! the devil rides upon a fiddlestick:
-what's the matter?
-
- -Hostess -
-The sheriff and all the watch are at the door: they
-are come to search the house. Shall I let them in?
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-Dost thou hear, Hal? never call a true piece of
-gold a counterfeit: thou art essentially mad,
-without seeming so.
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-And thou a natural coward, without instinct.
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-I deny your major: if you will deny the sheriff,
-so; if not, let him enter: if I become not a cart
-as well as another man, a plague on my bringing up!
-I hope I shall as soon be strangled with a halter as another.
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-Go, hide thee behind the arras: the rest walk up
-above. Now, my masters, for a true face and good
-conscience.
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-Both which I have had: but their date is out, and
-therefore I'll hide me.
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-Call in the sheriff.
-

Exeunt all except PRINCE HENRY and PETO

-

Enter Sheriff and the Carrier

-Now, master sheriff, what is your will with me?
-
- -Sheriff -
-First, pardon me, my lord. A hue and cry
-Hath follow'd certain men unto this house.
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-What men?
-
- -Sheriff -
-One of them is well known, my gracious lord,
-A gross fat man.
-
- -Carrier -
- As fat as butter.
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-The man, I do assure you, is not here;
-For I myself at this time have employ'd him.
-And, sheriff, I will engage my word to thee
-That I will, by to-morrow dinner-time,
-Send him to answer thee, or any man,
-For any thing he shall be charged withal:
-And so let me entreat you leave the house.
-
- -Sheriff -
-I will, my lord. There are two gentlemen
-Have in this robbery lost three hundred marks.
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-It may be so: if he have robb'd these men,
-He shall be answerable; and so farewell.
-
- -Sheriff -
-Good night, my noble lord.
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-I think it is good morrow, is it not?
-
- -Sheriff -
-Indeed, my lord, I think it be two o'clock.
-

Exeunt Sheriff and Carrier

-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-This oily rascal is known as well as Paul's. Go,
-call him forth.
-
- -PETO -
-Falstaff!--Fast asleep behind the arras, and
-snorting like a horse.
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-Hark, how hard he fetches breath. Search his pockets.
-

He searcheth his pockets, and findeth certain papers

-What hast thou found?
-
- -PETO -
-Nothing but papers, my lord.
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-Let's see what they be: read them.
-
- -PETO -
-[Reads] Item, A capon,. . 2s. 2d.
-Item, Sauce,. . . 4d.
-Item, Sack, two gallons, 5s. 8d.
-Item, Anchovies and sack after supper, 2s. 6d.
-Item, Bread, ob.
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-O monstrous! but one half-penny-worth of bread to
-this intolerable deal of sack! What there is else,
-keep close; we'll read it at more advantage: there
-let him sleep till day. I'll to the court in the
-morning. We must all to the wars, and thy place
-shall be honourable. I'll procure this fat rogue a
-charge of foot; and I know his death will be a
-march of twelve-score. The money shall be paid
-back again with advantage. Be with me betimes in
-the morning; and so, good morrow, Peto.
-

Exeunt

-
- -PETO -
-Good morrow, good my lord.
-

-

ACT III

-

SCENE I. Bangor. The Archdeacon's house.

-

-Enter HOTSPUR, WORCESTER, MORTIMER, and GLENDOWER -
- -MORTIMER -
-These promises are fair, the parties sure,
-And our induction full of prosperous hope.
-
- -HOTSPUR -
-Lord Mortimer, and cousin Glendower,
-Will you sit down?
-And uncle Worcester: a plague upon it!
-I have forgot the map.
-
- -GLENDOWER -
-No, here it is.
-Sit, cousin Percy; sit, good cousin Hotspur,
-For by that name as oft as Lancaster
-Doth speak of you, his cheek looks pale and with
-A rising sigh he wisheth you in heaven.
-
- -HOTSPUR -
-And you in hell, as oft as he hears Owen Glendower spoke of.
-
- -GLENDOWER -
-I cannot blame him: at my nativity
-The front of heaven was full of fiery shapes,
-Of burning cressets; and at my birth
-The frame and huge foundation of the earth
-Shaked like a coward.
-
- -HOTSPUR -
-Why, so it would have done at the same season, if
-your mother's cat had but kittened, though yourself
-had never been born.
-
- -GLENDOWER -
-I say the earth did shake when I was born.
-
- -HOTSPUR -
-And I say the earth was not of my mind,
-If you suppose as fearing you it shook.
-
- -GLENDOWER -
-The heavens were all on fire, the earth did tremble.
-
- -HOTSPUR -
-O, then the earth shook to see the heavens on fire,
-And not in fear of your nativity.
-Diseased nature oftentimes breaks forth
-In strange eruptions; oft the teeming earth
-Is with a kind of colic pinch'd and vex'd
-By the imprisoning of unruly wind
-Within her womb; which, for enlargement striving,
-Shakes the old beldam earth and topples down
-Steeples and moss-grown towers. At your birth
-Our grandam earth, having this distemperature,
-In passion shook.
-
- -GLENDOWER -
- Cousin, of many men
-I do not bear these crossings. Give me leave
-To tell you once again that at my birth
-The front of heaven was full of fiery shapes,
-The goats ran from the mountains, and the herds
-Were strangely clamorous to the frighted fields.
-These signs have mark'd me extraordinary;
-And all the courses of my life do show
-I am not in the roll of common men.
-Where is he living, clipp'd in with the sea
-That chides the banks of England, Scotland, Wales,
-Which calls me pupil, or hath read to me?
-And bring him out that is but woman's son
-Can trace me in the tedious ways of art
-And hold me pace in deep experiments.
-
- -HOTSPUR -
-I think there's no man speaks better Welsh.
-I'll to dinner.
-
- -MORTIMER -
-Peace, cousin Percy; you will make him mad.
-
- -GLENDOWER -
-I can call spirits from the vasty deep.
-
- -HOTSPUR -
-Why, so can I, or so can any man;
-But will they come when you do call for them?
-
- -GLENDOWER -
-Why, I can teach you, cousin, to command
-The devil.
-
- -HOTSPUR -
-And I can teach thee, coz, to shame the devil
-By telling truth: tell truth and shame the devil.
-If thou have power to raise him, bring him hither,
-And I'll be sworn I have power to shame him hence.
-O, while you live, tell truth and shame the devil!
-
- -MORTIMER -
-Come, come, no more of this unprofitable chat.
-
- -GLENDOWER -
-Three times hath Henry Bolingbroke made head
-Against my power; thrice from the banks of Wye
-And sandy-bottom'd Severn have I sent him
-Bootless home and weather-beaten back.
-
- -HOTSPUR -
-Home without boots, and in foul weather too!
-How 'scapes he agues, in the devil's name?
-
- -GLENDOWER -
-Come, here's the map: shall we divide our right
-According to our threefold order ta'en?
-
- -MORTIMER -
-The archdeacon hath divided it
-Into three limits very equally:
-England, from Trent and Severn hitherto,
-By south and east is to my part assign'd:
-All westward, Wales beyond the Severn shore,
-And all the fertile land within that bound,
-To Owen Glendower: and, dear coz, to you
-The remnant northward, lying off from Trent.
-And our indentures tripartite are drawn;
-Which being sealed interchangeably,
-A business that this night may execute,
-To-morrow, cousin Percy, you and I
-And my good Lord of Worcester will set forth
-To meet your father and the Scottish power,
-As is appointed us, at Shrewsbury.
-My father Glendower is not ready yet,
-Not shall we need his help these fourteen days.
-Within that space you may have drawn together
-Your tenants, friends and neighbouring gentlemen.
-
- -GLENDOWER -
-A shorter time shall send me to you, lords:
-And in my conduct shall your ladies come;
-From whom you now must steal and take no leave,
-For there will be a world of water shed
-Upon the parting of your wives and you.
-
- -HOTSPUR -
-Methinks my moiety, north from Burton here,
-In quantity equals not one of yours:
-See how this river comes me cranking in,
-And cuts me from the best of all my land
-A huge half-moon, a monstrous cantle out.
-I'll have the current in this place damm'd up;
-And here the smug and silver Trent shall run
-In a new channel, fair and evenly;
-It shall not wind with such a deep indent,
-To rob me of so rich a bottom here.
-
- -GLENDOWER -
-Not wind? it shall, it must; you see it doth.
-
- -MORTIMER -
-Yea, but
-Mark how he bears his course, and runs me up
-With like advantage on the other side;
-Gelding the opposed continent as much
-As on the other side it takes from you.
-
- -EARL OF WORCESTER -
-Yea, but a little charge will trench him here
-And on this north side win this cape of land;
-And then he runs straight and even.
-
- -HOTSPUR -
-I'll have it so: a little charge will do it.
-
- -GLENDOWER -
-I'll not have it alter'd.
-
- -HOTSPUR -
-Will not you?
-
- -GLENDOWER -
-No, nor you shall not.
-
- -HOTSPUR -
-Who shall say me nay?
-
- -GLENDOWER -
-Why, that will I.
-
- -HOTSPUR -
-Let me not understand you, then; speak it in Welsh.
-
- -GLENDOWER -
-I can speak English, lord, as well as you;
-For I was train'd up in the English court;
-Where, being but young, I framed to the harp
-Many an English ditty lovely well
-And gave the tongue a helpful ornament,
-A virtue that was never seen in you.
-
- -HOTSPUR -
-Marry,
-And I am glad of it with all my heart:
-I had rather be a kitten and cry mew
-Than one of these same metre ballad-mongers;
-I had rather hear a brazen canstick turn'd,
-Or a dry wheel grate on the axle-tree;
-And that would set my teeth nothing on edge,
-Nothing so much as mincing poetry:
-'Tis like the forced gait of a shuffling nag.
-
- -GLENDOWER -
-Come, you shall have Trent turn'd.
-
- -HOTSPUR -
-I do not care: I'll give thrice so much land
-To any well-deserving friend;
-But in the way of bargain, mark ye me,
-I'll cavil on the ninth part of a hair.
-Are the indentures drawn? shall we be gone?
-
- -GLENDOWER -
-The moon shines fair; you may away by night:
-I'll haste the writer and withal
-Break with your wives of your departure hence:
-I am afraid my daughter will run mad,
-So much she doteth on her Mortimer.
-

Exit GLENDOWER

-
- -MORTIMER -
-Fie, cousin Percy! how you cross my father!
-
- -HOTSPUR -
-I cannot choose: sometime he angers me
-With telling me of the mouldwarp and the ant,
-Of the dreamer Merlin and his prophecies,
-And of a dragon and a finless fish,
-A clip-wing'd griffin and a moulten raven,
-A couching lion and a ramping cat,
-And such a deal of skimble-skamble stuff
-As puts me from my faith. I tell you what;
-He held me last night at least nine hours
-In reckoning up the several devils' names
-That were his lackeys: I cried 'hum,' and 'well, go to,'
-But mark'd him not a word. O, he is as tedious
-As a tired horse, a railing wife;
-Worse than a smoky house: I had rather live
-With cheese and garlic in a windmill, far,
-Than feed on cates and have him talk to me
-In any summer-house in Christendom.
-
- -MORTIMER -
-In faith, he is a worthy gentleman,
-Exceedingly well read, and profited
-In strange concealments, valiant as a lion
-And as wondrous affable and as bountiful
-As mines of India. Shall I tell you, cousin?
-He holds your temper in a high respect
-And curbs himself even of his natural scope
-When you come 'cross his humour; faith, he does:
-I warrant you, that man is not alive
-Might so have tempted him as you have done,
-Without the taste of danger and reproof:
-But do not use it oft, let me entreat you.
-
- -EARL OF WORCESTER -
-In faith, my lord, you are too wilful-blame;
-And since your coming hither have done enough
-To put him quite beside his patience.
-You must needs learn, lord, to amend this fault:
-Though sometimes it show greatness, courage, blood,--
-And that's the dearest grace it renders you,--
-Yet oftentimes it doth present harsh rage,
-Defect of manners, want of government,
-Pride, haughtiness, opinion and disdain:
-The least of which haunting a nobleman
-Loseth men's hearts and leaves behind a stain
-Upon the beauty of all parts besides,
-Beguiling them of commendation.
-
- -HOTSPUR -
-Well, I am school'd: good manners be your speed!
-Here come our wives, and let us take our leave.
-

Re-enter GLENDOWER with the ladies

-
- -MORTIMER -
-This is the deadly spite that angers me;
-My wife can speak no English, I no Welsh.
-
- -GLENDOWER -
-My daughter weeps: she will not part with you;
-She'll be a soldier too, she'll to the wars.
-
- -MORTIMER -
-Good father, tell her that she and my aunt Percy
-Shall follow in your conduct speedily.
-

Glendower speaks to her in Welsh, and she answers him in the same

-
- -GLENDOWER -
-She is desperate here; a peevish self-wind harlotry,
-one that no persuasion can do good upon.
-

The lady speaks in Welsh

-
- -MORTIMER -
-I understand thy looks: that pretty Welsh
-Which thou pour'st down from these swelling heavens
-I am too perfect in; and, but for shame,
-In such a parley should I answer thee.
-

The lady speaks again in Welsh

-I understand thy kisses and thou mine,
-And that's a feeling disputation:
-But I will never be a truant, love,
-Till I have learned thy language; for thy tongue
-Makes Welsh as sweet as ditties highly penn'd,
-Sung by a fair queen in a summer's bower,
-With ravishing division, to her lute.
-
- -GLENDOWER -
-Nay, if you melt, then will she run mad.
-

The lady speaks again in Welsh

-
- -MORTIMER -
-O, I am ignorance itself in this!
-
- -GLENDOWER -
-She bids you on the wanton rushes lay you down
-And rest your gentle head upon her lap,
-And she will sing the song that pleaseth you
-And on your eyelids crown the god of sleep.
-Charming your blood with pleasing heaviness,
-Making such difference 'twixt wake and sleep
-As is the difference betwixt day and night
-The hour before the heavenly-harness'd team
-Begins his golden progress in the east.
-
- -MORTIMER -
-With all my heart I'll sit and hear her sing:
-By that time will our book, I think, be drawn
-
- -GLENDOWER -
-Do so;
-And those musicians that shall play to you
-Hang in the air a thousand leagues from hence,
-And straight they shall be here: sit, and attend.
-
- -HOTSPUR -
-Come, Kate, thou art perfect in lying down: come,
-quick, quick, that I may lay my head in thy lap.
-
- -LADY PERCY -
-Go, ye giddy goose.
-

The music plays

-
- -HOTSPUR -
-Now I perceive the devil understands Welsh;
-And 'tis no marvel he is so humorous.
-By'r lady, he is a good musician.
-
- -LADY PERCY -
-Then should you be nothing but musical for you are
-altogether governed by humours. Lie still, ye thief,
-and hear the lady sing in Welsh.
-
- -HOTSPUR -
-I had rather hear Lady, my brach, howl in Irish.
-
- -LADY PERCY -
-Wouldst thou have thy head broken?
-
- -HOTSPUR -
-No.
-
- -LADY PERCY -
-Then be still.
-
- -HOTSPUR -
-Neither;'tis a woman's fault.
-
- -LADY PERCY -
-Now God help thee!
-
- -HOTSPUR -
-To the Welsh lady's bed.
-
- -LADY PERCY -
-What's that?
-
- -HOTSPUR -
-Peace! she sings.
-

Here the lady sings a Welsh song

-
- -HOTSPUR -
-Come, Kate, I'll have your song too.
-
- -LADY PERCY -
-Not mine, in good sooth.
-
- -HOTSPUR -
-Not yours, in good sooth! Heart! you swear like a
-comfit-maker's wife. 'Not you, in good sooth,' and
-'as true as I live,' and 'as God shall mend me,' and
-'as sure as day,'
-And givest such sarcenet surety for thy oaths,
-As if thou never walk'st further than Finsbury.
-Swear me, Kate, like a lady as thou art,
-A good mouth-filling oath, and leave 'in sooth,'
-And such protest of pepper-gingerbread,
-To velvet-guards and Sunday-citizens.
-Come, sing.
-
- -LADY PERCY -
-I will not sing.
-
- -HOTSPUR -
-'Tis the next way to turn tailor, or be red-breast
-teacher. An the indentures be drawn, I'll away
-within these two hours; and so, come in when ye will.
-

Exit

-
- -GLENDOWER -
-Come, come, Lord Mortimer; you are as slow
-As hot Lord Percy is on fire to go.
-By this our book is drawn; we'll but seal,
-And then to horse immediately.
-
- -MORTIMER -
-With all my heart.
-

Exeunt

-
-

SCENE II. London. The palace.

-

-Enter KING HENRY IV, PRINCE HENRY, and others -
- -KING HENRY IV -
-Lords, give us leave; the Prince of Wales and I
-Must have some private conference; but be near at hand,
-For we shall presently have need of you.
-

Exeunt Lords

-I know not whether God will have it so,
-For some displeasing service I have done,
-That, in his secret doom, out of my blood
-He'll breed revengement and a scourge for me;
-But thou dost in thy passages of life
-Make me believe that thou art only mark'd
-For the hot vengeance and the rod of heaven
-To punish my mistreadings. Tell me else,
-Could such inordinate and low desires,
-Such poor, such bare, such lewd, such mean attempts,
-Such barren pleasures, rude society,
-As thou art match'd withal and grafted to,
-Accompany the greatness of thy blood
-And hold their level with thy princely heart?
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-So please your majesty, I would I could
-Quit all offences with as clear excuse
-As well as I am doubtless I can purge
-Myself of many I am charged withal:
-Yet such extenuation let me beg,
-As, in reproof of many tales devised,
-which oft the ear of greatness needs must hear,
-By smiling pick-thanks and base news-mongers,
-I may, for some things true, wherein my youth
-Hath faulty wander'd and irregular,
-Find pardon on my true submission.
-
- -KING HENRY IV -
-God pardon thee! yet let me wonder, Harry,
-At thy affections, which do hold a wing
-Quite from the flight of all thy ancestors.
-Thy place in council thou hast rudely lost.
-Which by thy younger brother is supplied,
-And art almost an alien to the hearts
-Of all the court and princes of my blood:
-The hope and expectation of thy time
-Is ruin'd, and the soul of every man
-Prophetically doth forethink thy fall.
-Had I so lavish of my presence been,
-So common-hackney'd in the eyes of men,
-So stale and cheap to vulgar company,
-Opinion, that did help me to the crown,
-Had still kept loyal to possession
-And left me in reputeless banishment,
-A fellow of no mark nor likelihood.
-By being seldom seen, I could not stir
-But like a comet I was wonder'd at;
-That men would tell their children 'This is he;'
-Others would say 'Where, which is Bolingbroke?'
-And then I stole all courtesy from heaven,
-And dress'd myself in such humility
-That I did pluck allegiance from men's hearts,
-Loud shouts and salutations from their mouths,
-Even in the presence of the crowned king.
-Thus did I keep my person fresh and new;
-My presence, like a robe pontifical,
-Ne'er seen but wonder'd at: and so my state,
-Seldom but sumptuous, showed like a feast
-And won by rareness such solemnity.
-The skipping king, he ambled up and down
-With shallow jesters and rash bavin wits,
-Soon kindled and soon burnt; carded his state,
-Mingled his royalty with capering fools,
-Had his great name profaned with their scorns
-And gave his countenance, against his name,
-To laugh at gibing boys and stand the push
-Of every beardless vain comparative,
-Grew a companion to the common streets,
-Enfeoff'd himself to popularity;
-That, being daily swallow'd by men's eyes,
-They surfeited with honey and began
-To loathe the taste of sweetness, whereof a little
-More than a little is by much too much.
-So when he had occasion to be seen,
-He was but as the cuckoo is in June,
-Heard, not regarded; seen, but with such eyes
-As, sick and blunted with community,
-Afford no extraordinary gaze,
-Such as is bent on sun-like majesty
-When it shines seldom in admiring eyes;
-But rather drowzed and hung their eyelids down,
-Slept in his face and render'd such aspect
-As cloudy men use to their adversaries,
-Being with his presence glutted, gorged and full.
-And in that very line, Harry, standest thou;
-For thou has lost thy princely privilege
-With vile participation: not an eye
-But is a-weary of thy common sight,
-Save mine, which hath desired to see thee more;
-Which now doth that I would not have it do,
-Make blind itself with foolish tenderness.
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-I shall hereafter, my thrice gracious lord,
-Be more myself.
-
- -KING HENRY IV -
- For all the world
-As thou art to this hour was Richard then
-When I from France set foot at Ravenspurgh,
-And even as I was then is Percy now.
-Now, by my sceptre and my soul to boot,
-He hath more worthy interest to the state
-Than thou the shadow of succession;
-For of no right, nor colour like to right,
-He doth fill fields with harness in the realm,
-Turns head against the lion's armed jaws,
-And, being no more in debt to years than thou,
-Leads ancient lords and reverend bishops on
-To bloody battles and to bruising arms.
-What never-dying honour hath he got
-Against renowned Douglas! whose high deeds,
-Whose hot incursions and great name in arms
-Holds from all soldiers chief majority
-And military title capital
-Through all the kingdoms that acknowledge Christ:
-Thrice hath this Hotspur, Mars in swathling clothes,
-This infant warrior, in his enterprises
-Discomfited great Douglas, ta'en him once,
-Enlarged him and made a friend of him,
-To fill the mouth of deep defiance up
-And shake the peace and safety of our throne.
-And what say you to this? Percy, Northumberland,
-The Archbishop's grace of York, Douglas, Mortimer,
-Capitulate against us and are up.
-But wherefore do I tell these news to thee?
-Why, Harry, do I tell thee of my foes,
-Which art my near'st and dearest enemy?
-Thou that art like enough, through vassal fear,
-Base inclination and the start of spleen
-To fight against me under Percy's pay,
-To dog his heels and curtsy at his frowns,
-To show how much thou art degenerate.
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-Do not think so; you shall not find it so:
-And God forgive them that so much have sway'd
-Your majesty's good thoughts away from me!
-I will redeem all this on Percy's head
-And in the closing of some glorious day
-Be bold to tell you that I am your son;
-When I will wear a garment all of blood
-And stain my favours in a bloody mask,
-Which, wash'd away, shall scour my shame with it:
-And that shall be the day, whene'er it lights,
-That this same child of honour and renown,
-This gallant Hotspur, this all-praised knight,
-And your unthought-of Harry chance to meet.
-For every honour sitting on his helm,
-Would they were multitudes, and on my head
-My shames redoubled! for the time will come,
-That I shall make this northern youth exchange
-His glorious deeds for my indignities.
-Percy is but my factor, good my lord,
-To engross up glorious deeds on my behalf;
-And I will call him to so strict account,
-That he shall render every glory up,
-Yea, even the slightest worship of his time,
-Or I will tear the reckoning from his heart.
-This, in the name of God, I promise here:
-The which if He be pleased I shall perform,
-I do beseech your majesty may salve
-The long-grown wounds of my intemperance:
-If not, the end of life cancels all bands;
-And I will die a hundred thousand deaths
-Ere break the smallest parcel of this vow.
-
- -KING HENRY IV -
-A hundred thousand rebels die in this:
-Thou shalt have charge and sovereign trust herein.
-

Enter BLUNT

-How now, good Blunt? thy looks are full of speed.
-
- -SIR WALTER BLUNT -
-So hath the business that I come to speak of.
-Lord Mortimer of Scotland hath sent word
-That Douglas and the English rebels met
-The eleventh of this month at Shrewsbury
-A mighty and a fearful head they are,
-If promises be kept on every hand,
-As ever offer'd foul play in the state.
-
- -KING HENRY IV -
-The Earl of Westmoreland set forth to-day;
-With him my son, Lord John of Lancaster;
-For this advertisement is five days old:
-On Wednesday next, Harry, you shall set forward;
-On Thursday we ourselves will march: our meeting
-Is Bridgenorth: and, Harry, you shall march
-Through Gloucestershire; by which account,
-Our business valued, some twelve days hence
-Our general forces at Bridgenorth shall meet.
-Our hands are full of business: let's away;
-Advantage feeds him fat, while men delay.
-

Exeunt

-
- -Scene III -
-Eastcheap. The Boar's-Head Tavern.
-

Enter FALSTAFF and BARDOLPH

-
- -FALSTAFF -
-Bardolph, am I not fallen away vilely since this last
-action? do I not bate? do I not dwindle? Why my
-skin hangs about me like an like an old lady's loose
-gown; I am withered like an old apple-john. Well,
-I'll repent, and that suddenly, while I am in some
-liking; I shall be out of heart shortly, and then I
-shall have no strength to repent. An I have not
-forgotten what the inside of a church is made of, I
-am a peppercorn, a brewer's horse: the inside of a
-church! Company, villanous company, hath been the
-spoil of me.
-
- -BARDOLPH -
-Sir John, you are so fretful, you cannot live long.
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-Why, there is it: come sing me a bawdy song; make
-me merry. I was as virtuously given as a gentleman
-need to be; virtuous enough; swore little; diced not
-above seven times a week; went to a bawdy-house once
-in a quarter--of an hour; paid money that I
-borrowed, three of four times; lived well and in
-good compass: and now I live out of all order, out
-of all compass.
-
- -BARDOLPH -
-Why, you are so fat, Sir John, that you must needs
-be out of all compass, out of all reasonable
-compass, Sir John.
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-Do thou amend thy face, and I'll amend my life:
-thou art our admiral, thou bearest the lantern in
-the poop, but 'tis in the nose of thee; thou art the
-Knight of the Burning Lamp.
-
- -BARDOLPH -
-Why, Sir John, my face does you no harm.
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-No, I'll be sworn; I make as good use of it as many
-a man doth of a Death's-head or a memento mori: I
-never see thy face but I think upon hell-fire and
-Dives that lived in purple; for there he is in his
-robes, burning, burning. If thou wert any way
-given to virtue, I would swear by thy face; my oath
-should be 'By this fire, that's God's angel:' but
-thou art altogether given over; and wert indeed, but
-for the light in thy face, the son of utter
-darkness. When thou rannest up Gadshill in the
-night to catch my horse, if I did not think thou
-hadst been an ignis fatuus or a ball of wildfire,
-there's no purchase in money. O, thou art a
-perpetual triumph, an everlasting bonfire-light!
-Thou hast saved me a thousand marks in links and
-torches, walking with thee in the night betwixt
-tavern and tavern: but the sack that thou hast
-drunk me would have bought me lights as good cheap
-at the dearest chandler's in Europe. I have
-maintained that salamander of yours with fire any
-time this two and thirty years; God reward me for
-it!
-
- -BARDOLPH -
-'Sblood, I would my face were in your belly!
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-God-a-mercy! so should I be sure to be heart-burned.
-

Enter Hostess

-How now, Dame Partlet the hen! have you inquired
-yet who picked my pocket?
-
- -Hostess -
-Why, Sir John, what do you think, Sir John? do you
-think I keep thieves in my house? I have searched,
-I have inquired, so has my husband, man by man, boy
-by boy, servant by servant: the tithe of a hair
-was never lost in my house before.
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-Ye lie, hostess: Bardolph was shaved and lost many
-a hair; and I'll be sworn my pocket was picked. Go
-to, you are a woman, go.
-
- -Hostess -
-Who, I? no; I defy thee: God's light, I was never
-called so in mine own house before.
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-Go to, I know you well enough.
-
- -Hostess -
-No, Sir John; You do not know me, Sir John. I know
-you, Sir John: you owe me money, Sir John; and now
-you pick a quarrel to beguile me of it: I bought
-you a dozen of shirts to your back.
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-Dowlas, filthy dowlas: I have given them away to
-bakers' wives, and they have made bolters of them.
-
- -Hostess -
-Now, as I am a true woman, holland of eight
-shillings an ell. You owe money here besides, Sir
-John, for your diet and by-drinkings, and money lent
-you, four and twenty pound.
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-He had his part of it; let him pay.
-
- -Hostess -
-He? alas, he is poor; he hath nothing.
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-How! poor? look upon his face; what call you rich?
-let them coin his nose, let them coin his cheeks:
-Ill not pay a denier. What, will you make a younker
-of me? shall I not take mine case in mine inn but I
-shall have my pocket picked? I have lost a
-seal-ring of my grandfather's worth forty mark.
-
- -Hostess -
-O Jesu, I have heard the prince tell him, I know not
-how oft, that ring was copper!
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-How! the prince is a Jack, a sneak-cup: 'sblood, an
-he were here, I would cudgel him like a dog, if he
-would say so.
-

Enter PRINCE HENRY and PETO, marching, and FALSTAFF meets them playing on his truncheon like a life

-How now, lad! is the wind in that door, i' faith?
-must we all march?
-
- -BARDOLPH -
-Yea, two and two, Newgate fashion.
-
- -Hostess -
-My lord, I pray you, hear me.
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-What sayest thou, Mistress Quickly? How doth thy
-husband? I love him well; he is an honest man.
-
- -Hostess -
-Good my lord, hear me.
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-Prithee, let her alone, and list to me.
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-What sayest thou, Jack?
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-The other night I fell asleep here behind the arras
-and had my pocket picked: this house is turned
-bawdy-house; they pick pockets.
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-What didst thou lose, Jack?
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-Wilt thou believe me, Hal? three or four bonds of
-forty pound apiece, and a seal-ring of my
-grandfather's.
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-A trifle, some eight-penny matter.
-
- -Hostess -
-So I told him, my lord; and I said I heard your
-grace say so: and, my lord, he speaks most vilely
-of you, like a foul-mouthed man as he is; and said
-he would cudgel you.
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-What! he did not?
-
- -Hostess -
-There's neither faith, truth, nor womanhood in me else.
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-There's no more faith in thee than in a stewed
-prune; nor no more truth in thee than in a drawn
-fox; and for womanhood, Maid Marian may be the
-deputy's wife of the ward to thee. Go, you thing,
-go
-
- -Hostess -
-Say, what thing? what thing?
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-What thing! why, a thing to thank God on.
-
- -Hostess -
-I am no thing to thank God on, I would thou
-shouldst know it; I am an honest man's wife: and,
-setting thy knighthood aside, thou art a knave to
-call me so.
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-Setting thy womanhood aside, thou art a beast to say
-otherwise.
-
- -Hostess -
-Say, what beast, thou knave, thou?
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-What beast! why, an otter.
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-An otter, Sir John! Why an otter?
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-Why, she's neither fish nor flesh; a man knows not
-where to have her.
-
- -Hostess -
-Thou art an unjust man in saying so: thou or any
-man knows where to have me, thou knave, thou!
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-Thou sayest true, hostess; and he slanders thee most grossly.
-
- -Hostess -
-So he doth you, my lord; and said this other day you
-ought him a thousand pound.
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-Sirrah, do I owe you a thousand pound?
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-A thousand pound, Ha! a million: thy love is worth
-a million: thou owest me thy love.
-
- -Hostess -
-Nay, my lord, he called you Jack, and said he would
-cudgel you.
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-Did I, Bardolph?
-
- -BARDOLPH -
-Indeed, Sir John, you said so.
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-Yea, if he said my ring was copper.
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-I say 'tis copper: darest thou be as good as thy word now?
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-Why, Hal, thou knowest, as thou art but man, I dare:
-but as thou art prince, I fear thee as I fear the
-roaring of a lion's whelp.
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-And why not as the lion?
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-The king is to be feared as the lion: dost thou
-think I'll fear thee as I fear thy father? nay, an
-I do, I pray God my girdle break.
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-O, if it should, how would thy guts fall about thy
-knees! But, sirrah, there's no room for faith,
-truth, nor honesty in this bosom of thine; it is all
-filled up with guts and midriff. Charge an honest
-woman with picking thy pocket! why, thou whoreson,
-impudent, embossed rascal, if there were anything in
-thy pocket but tavern-reckonings, memorandums of
-bawdy-houses, and one poor penny-worth of
-sugar-candy to make thee long-winded, if thy pocket
-were enriched with any other injuries but these, I
-am a villain: and yet you will stand to if; you will
-not pocket up wrong: art thou not ashamed?
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-Dost thou hear, Hal? thou knowest in the state of
-innocency Adam fell; and what should poor Jack
-Falstaff do in the days of villany? Thou seest I
-have more flesh than another man, and therefore more
-frailty. You confess then, you picked my pocket?
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-It appears so by the story.
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-Hostess, I forgive thee: go, make ready breakfast;
-love thy husband, look to thy servants, cherish thy
-guests: thou shalt find me tractable to any honest
-reason: thou seest I am pacified still. Nay,
-prithee, be gone.
-

Exit Hostess

-Now Hal, to the news at court: for the robbery,
-lad, how is that answered?
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-O, my sweet beef, I must still be good angel to
-thee: the money is paid back again.
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-O, I do not like that paying back; 'tis a double labour.
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-I am good friends with my father and may do any thing.
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-Rob me the exchequer the first thing thou doest, and
-do it with unwashed hands too.
-
- -BARDOLPH -
-Do, my lord.
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-I have procured thee, Jack, a charge of foot.
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-I would it had been of horse. Where shall I find
-one that can steal well? O for a fine thief, of the
-age of two and twenty or thereabouts! I am
-heinously unprovided. Well, God be thanked for
-these rebels, they offend none but the virtuous: I
-laud them, I praise them.
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-Bardolph!
-
- -BARDOLPH -
-My lord?
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-Go bear this letter to Lord John of Lancaster, to my
-brother John; this to my Lord of Westmoreland.
-

Exit Bardolph

-Go, Peto, to horse, to horse; for thou and I have
-thirty miles to ride yet ere dinner time.
-

Exit Peto

-Jack, meet me to-morrow in the temple hall at two
-o'clock in the afternoon.
-There shalt thou know thy charge; and there receive
-Money and order for their furniture.
-The land is burning; Percy stands on high;
-And either we or they must lower lie.
-

Exit PRINCE HENRY

-
- -FALSTAFF -
-Rare words! brave world! Hostess, my breakfast, come!
-O, I could wish this tavern were my drum!
-

Exit

-

-

ACT IV

-

SCENE I. The rebel camp near Shrewsbury.

-

-Enter HOTSPUR, WORCESTER, and DOUGLAS -
- -HOTSPUR -
-Well said, my noble Scot: if speaking truth
-In this fine age were not thought flattery,
-Such attribution should the Douglas have,
-As not a soldier of this season's stamp
-Should go so general current through the world.
-By God, I cannot flatter; I do defy
-The tongues of soothers; but a braver place
-In my heart's love hath no man than yourself:
-Nay, task me to my word; approve me, lord.
-
- -EARL OF DOUGLAS -
-Thou art the king of honour:
-No man so potent breathes upon the ground
-But I will beard him.
-
- -HOTSPUR -
-Do so, and 'tis well.
-

Enter a Messenger with letters

-What letters hast thou there?--I can but thank you.
-
- -Messenger -
-These letters come from your father.
-
- -HOTSPUR -
-Letters from him! why comes he not himself?
-
- -Messenger -
-He cannot come, my lord; he is grievous sick.
-
- -HOTSPUR -
-'Zounds! how has he the leisure to be sick
-In such a rustling time? Who leads his power?
-Under whose government come they along?
-
- -Messenger -
-His letters bear his mind, not I, my lord.
-
- -EARL OF WORCESTER -
-I prithee, tell me, doth he keep his bed?
-
- -Messenger -
-He did, my lord, four days ere I set forth;
-And at the time of my departure thence
-He was much fear'd by his physicians.
-
- -EARL OF WORCESTER -
-I would the state of time had first been whole
-Ere he by sickness had been visited:
-His health was never better worth than now.
-
- -HOTSPUR -
-Sick now! droop now! this sickness doth infect
-The very life-blood of our enterprise;
-'Tis catching hither, even to our camp.
-He writes me here, that inward sickness--
-And that his friends by deputation could not
-So soon be drawn, nor did he think it meet
-To lay so dangerous and dear a trust
-On any soul removed but on his own.
-Yet doth he give us bold advertisement,
-That with our small conjunction we should on,
-To see how fortune is disposed to us;
-For, as he writes, there is no quailing now.
-Because the king is certainly possess'd
-Of all our purposes. What say you to it?
-
- -EARL OF WORCESTER -
-Your father's sickness is a maim to us.
-
- -HOTSPUR -
-A perilous gash, a very limb lopp'd off:
-And yet, in faith, it is not; his present want
-Seems more than we shall find it: were it good
-To set the exact wealth of all our states
-All at one cast? to set so rich a main
-On the nice hazard of one doubtful hour?
-It were not good; for therein should we read
-The very bottom and the soul of hope,
-The very list, the very utmost bound
-Of all our fortunes.
-
- -EARL OF DOUGLAS -
-'Faith, and so we should;
-Where now remains a sweet reversion:
-We may boldly spend upon the hope of what
-Is to come in:
-A comfort of retirement lives in this.
-
- -HOTSPUR -
-A rendezvous, a home to fly unto.
-If that the devil and mischance look big
-Upon the maidenhead of our affairs.
-
- -EARL OF WORCESTER -
-But yet I would your father had been here.
-The quality and hair of our attempt
-Brooks no division: it will be thought
-By some, that know not why he is away,
-That wisdom, loyalty and mere dislike
-Of our proceedings kept the earl from hence:
-And think how such an apprehension
-May turn the tide of fearful faction
-And breed a kind of question in our cause;
-For well you know we of the offering side
-Must keep aloof from strict arbitrement,
-And stop all sight-holes, every loop from whence
-The eye of reason may pry in upon us:
-This absence of your father's draws a curtain,
-That shows the ignorant a kind of fear
-Before not dreamt of.
-
- -HOTSPUR -
-You strain too far.
-I rather of his absence make this use:
-It lends a lustre and more great opinion,
-A larger dare to our great enterprise,
-Than if the earl were here; for men must think,
-If we without his help can make a head
-To push against a kingdom, with his help
-We shall o'erturn it topsy-turvy down.
-Yet all goes well, yet all our joints are whole.
-
- -EARL OF DOUGLAS -
-As heart can think: there is not such a word
-Spoke of in Scotland as this term of fear.
-

Enter SIR RICHARD VERNON

-
- -HOTSPUR -
-My cousin Vernon, welcome, by my soul.
-
- -VERNON -
-Pray God my news be worth a welcome, lord.
-The Earl of Westmoreland, seven thousand strong,
-Is marching hitherwards; with him Prince John.
-
- -HOTSPUR -
-No harm: what more?
-
- -VERNON -
-And further, I have learn'd,
-The king himself in person is set forth,
-Or hitherwards intended speedily,
-With strong and mighty preparation.
-
- -HOTSPUR -
-He shall be welcome too. Where is his son,
-The nimble-footed madcap Prince of Wales,
-And his comrades, that daff'd the world aside,
-And bid it pass?
-
- -VERNON -
- All furnish'd, all in arms;
-All plumed like estridges that with the wind
-Baited like eagles having lately bathed;
-Glittering in golden coats, like images;
-As full of spirit as the month of May,
-And gorgeous as the sun at midsummer;
-Wanton as youthful goats, wild as young bulls.
-I saw young Harry, with his beaver on,
-His cuisses on his thighs, gallantly arm'd
-Rise from the ground like feather'd Mercury,
-And vaulted with such ease into his seat,
-As if an angel dropp'd down from the clouds,
-To turn and wind a fiery Pegasus
-And witch the world with noble horsemanship.
-
- -HOTSPUR -
-No more, no more: worse than the sun in March,
-This praise doth nourish agues. Let them come:
-They come like sacrifices in their trim,
-And to the fire-eyed maid of smoky war
-All hot and bleeding will we offer them:
-The mailed Mars shall on his altar sit
-Up to the ears in blood. I am on fire
-To hear this rich reprisal is so nigh
-And yet not ours. Come, let me taste my horse,
-Who is to bear me like a thunderbolt
-Against the bosom of the Prince of Wales:
-Harry to Harry shall, hot horse to horse,
-Meet and ne'er part till one drop down a corse.
-O that Glendower were come!
-
- -VERNON -
-There is more news:
-I learn'd in Worcester, as I rode along,
-He cannot draw his power this fourteen days.
-
- -EARL OF DOUGLAS -
-That's the worst tidings that I hear of yet.
-
- -WORCESTER -
-Ay, by my faith, that bears a frosty sound.
-
- -HOTSPUR -
-What may the king's whole battle reach unto?
-
- -VERNON -
-To thirty thousand.
-
- -HOTSPUR -
-Forty let it be:
-My father and Glendower being both away,
-The powers of us may serve so great a day
-Come, let us take a muster speedily:
-Doomsday is near; die all, die merrily.
-
- -EARL OF DOUGLAS -
-Talk not of dying: I am out of fear
-Of death or death's hand for this one-half year.
-

Exeunt

-
-

SCENE II. A public road near Coventry.

-

-Enter FALSTAFF and BARDOLPH -
- -FALSTAFF -
-Bardolph, get thee before to Coventry; fill me a
-bottle of sack: our soldiers shall march through;
-we'll to Sutton Co'fil' tonight.
-
- -BARDOLPH -
-Will you give me money, captain?
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-Lay out, lay out.
-
- -BARDOLPH -
-This bottle makes an angel.
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-An if it do, take it for thy labour; and if it make
-twenty, take them all; I'll answer the coinage. Bid
-my lieutenant Peto meet me at town's end.
-
- -BARDOLPH -
-I will, captain: farewell.
-

Exit

-
- -FALSTAFF -
-If I be not ashamed of my soldiers, I am a soused
-gurnet. I have misused the king's press damnably.
-I have got, in exchange of a hundred and fifty
-soldiers, three hundred and odd pounds. I press me
-none but good house-holders, yeoman's sons; inquire
-me out contracted bachelors, such as had been asked
-twice on the banns; such a commodity of warm slaves,
-as had as lieve hear the devil as a drum; such as
-fear the report of a caliver worse than a struck
-fowl or a hurt wild-duck. I pressed me none but such
-toasts-and-butter, with hearts in their bellies no
-bigger than pins' heads, and they have bought out
-their services; and now my whole charge consists of
-ancients, corporals, lieutenants, gentlemen of
-companies, slaves as ragged as Lazarus in the
-painted cloth, where the glutton's dogs licked his
-sores; and such as indeed were never soldiers, but
-discarded unjust serving-men, younger sons to
-younger brothers, revolted tapsters and ostlers
-trade-fallen, the cankers of a calm world and a
-long peace, ten times more dishonourable ragged than
-an old faced ancient: and such have I, to fill up
-the rooms of them that have bought out their
-services, that you would think that I had a hundred
-and fifty tattered prodigals lately come from
-swine-keeping, from eating draff and husks. A mad
-fellow met me on the way and told me I had unloaded
-all the gibbets and pressed the dead bodies. No eye
-hath seen such scarecrows. I'll not march through
-Coventry with them, that's flat: nay, and the
-villains march wide betwixt the legs, as if they had
-gyves on; for indeed I had the most of them out of
-prison. There's but a shirt and a half in all my
-company; and the half shirt is two napkins tacked
-together and thrown over the shoulders like an
-herald's coat without sleeves; and the shirt, to say
-the truth, stolen from my host at Saint Alban's, or
-the red-nose innkeeper of Daventry. But that's all
-one; they'll find linen enough on every hedge.
-

Enter the PRINCE and WESTMORELAND

-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-How now, blown Jack! how now, quilt!
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-What, Hal! how now, mad wag! what a devil dost thou
-in Warwickshire? My good Lord of Westmoreland, I
-cry you mercy: I thought your honour had already been
-at Shrewsbury.
-
- -WESTMORELAND -
-Faith, Sir John,'tis more than time that I were
-there, and you too; but my powers are there already.
-The king, I can tell you, looks for us all: we must
-away all night.
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-Tut, never fear me: I am as vigilant as a cat to
-steal cream.
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-I think, to steal cream indeed, for thy theft hath
-already made thee butter. But tell me, Jack, whose
-fellows are these that come after?
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-Mine, Hal, mine.
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-I did never see such pitiful rascals.
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-Tut, tut; good enough to toss; food for powder, food
-for powder; they'll fill a pit as well as better:
-tush, man, mortal men, mortal men.
-
- -WESTMORELAND -
-Ay, but, Sir John, methinks they are exceeding poor
-and bare, too beggarly.
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-'Faith, for their poverty, I know not where they had
-that; and for their bareness, I am sure they never
-learned that of me.
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-No I'll be sworn; unless you call three fingers on
-the ribs bare. But, sirrah, make haste: Percy is
-already in the field.
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-What, is the king encamped?
-
- -WESTMORELAND -
-He is, Sir John: I fear we shall stay too long.
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-Well,
-To the latter end of a fray and the beginning of a feast
-Fits a dull fighter and a keen guest.
-

Exeunt

-
-

SCENE III. The rebel camp near Shrewsbury.

-

-Enter HOTSPUR, WORCESTER, DOUGLAS, and VERNON -
- -HOTSPUR -
-We'll fight with him to-night.
-
- -EARL OF WORCESTER -
-It may not be.
-
- -EARL OF DOUGLAS -
-You give him then the advantage.
-
- -VERNON -
-Not a whit.
-
- -HOTSPUR -
-Why say you so? looks he not for supply?
-
- -VERNON -
-So do we.
-
- -HOTSPUR -
- His is certain, ours is doubtful.
-
- -EARL OF WORCESTER -
-Good cousin, be advised; stir not tonight.
-
- -VERNON -
-Do not, my lord.
-
- -EARL OF DOUGLAS -
- You do not counsel well:
-You speak it out of fear and cold heart.
-
- -VERNON -
-Do me no slander, Douglas: by my life,
-And I dare well maintain it with my life,
-If well-respected honour bid me on,
-I hold as little counsel with weak fear
-As you, my lord, or any Scot that this day lives:
-Let it be seen to-morrow in the battle
-Which of us fears.
-
- -EARL OF DOUGLAS -
- Yea, or to-night.
-
- -VERNON -
-Content.
-
- -HOTSPUR -
-To-night, say I.
-
- -VERNON -
-Come, come it nay not be. I wonder much,
-Being men of such great leading as you are,
-That you foresee not what impediments
-Drag back our expedition: certain horse
-Of my cousin Vernon's are not yet come up:
-Your uncle Worcester's horse came but today;
-And now their pride and mettle is asleep,
-Their courage with hard labour tame and dull,
-That not a horse is half the half of himself.
-
- -HOTSPUR -
-So are the horses of the enemy
-In general, journey-bated and brought low:
-The better part of ours are full of rest.
-
- -EARL OF WORCESTER -
-The number of the king exceedeth ours:
-For God's sake. cousin, stay till all come in.
-

The trumpet sounds a parley

-

Enter SIR WALTER BLUNT

-
- -SIR WALTER BLUNT -
-I come with gracious offers from the king,
-if you vouchsafe me hearing and respect.
-
- -HOTSPUR -
-Welcome, Sir Walter Blunt; and would to God
-You were of our determination!
-Some of us love you well; and even those some
-Envy your great deservings and good name,
-Because you are not of our quality,
-But stand against us like an enemy.
-
- -SIR WALTER BLUNT -
-And God defend but still I should stand so,
-So long as out of limit and true rule
-You stand against anointed majesty.
-But to my charge. The king hath sent to know
-The nature of your griefs, and whereupon
-You conjure from the breast of civil peace
-Such bold hostility, teaching his duteous land
-Audacious cruelty. If that the king
-Have any way your good deserts forgot,
-Which he confesseth to be manifold,
-He bids you name your griefs; and with all speed
-You shall have your desires with interest
-And pardon absolute for yourself and these
-Herein misled by your suggestion.
-
- -HOTSPUR -
-The king is kind; and well we know the king
-Knows at what time to promise, when to pay.
-My father and my uncle and myself
-Did give him that same royalty he wears;
-And when he was not six and twenty strong,
-Sick in the world's regard, wretched and low,
-A poor unminded outlaw sneaking home,
-My father gave him welcome to the shore;
-And when he heard him swear and vow to God
-He came but to be Duke of Lancaster,
-To sue his livery and beg his peace,
-With tears of innocency and terms of zeal,
-My father, in kind heart and pity moved,
-Swore him assistance and perform'd it too.
-Now when the lords and barons of the realm
-Perceived Northumberland did lean to him,
-The more and less came in with cap and knee;
-Met him in boroughs, cities, villages,
-Attended him on bridges, stood in lanes,
-Laid gifts before him, proffer'd him their oaths,
-Gave him their heirs, as pages follow'd him
-Even at the heels in golden multitudes.
-He presently, as greatness knows itself,
-Steps me a little higher than his vow
-Made to my father, while his blood was poor,
-Upon the naked shore at Ravenspurgh;
-And now, forsooth, takes on him to reform
-Some certain edicts and some strait decrees
-That lie too heavy on the commonwealth,
-Cries out upon abuses, seems to weep
-Over his country's wrongs; and by this face,
-This seeming brow of justice, did he win
-The hearts of all that he did angle for;
-Proceeded further; cut me off the heads
-Of all the favourites that the absent king
-In deputation left behind him here,
-When he was personal in the Irish war.
-
- -SIR WALTER BLUNT -
-Tut, I came not to hear this.
-
- -HOTSPUR -
-Then to the point.
-In short time after, he deposed the king;
-Soon after that, deprived him of his life;
-And in the neck of that, task'd the whole state:
-To make that worse, suffer'd his kinsman March,
-Who is, if every owner were well placed,
-Indeed his king, to be engaged in Wales,
-There without ransom to lie forfeited;
-Disgraced me in my happy victories,
-Sought to entrap me by intelligence;
-Rated mine uncle from the council-board;
-In rage dismiss'd my father from the court;
-Broke oath on oath, committed wrong on wrong,
-And in conclusion drove us to seek out
-This head of safety; and withal to pry
-Into his title, the which we find
-Too indirect for long continuance.
-
- -SIR WALTER BLUNT -
-Shall I return this answer to the king?
-
- -HOTSPUR -
-Not so, Sir Walter: we'll withdraw awhile.
-Go to the king; and let there be impawn'd
-Some surety for a safe return again,
-And in the morning early shall my uncle
-Bring him our purposes: and so farewell.
-
- -SIR WALTER BLUNT -
-I would you would accept of grace and love.
-
- -HOTSPUR -
-And may be so we shall.
-
- -SIR WALTER BLUNT -
-Pray God you do.
-

Exeunt

-
-

SCENE IV. York. The ARCHBISHOP'S palace.

-

-Enter the ARCHBISHOP OF YORK and SIR MICHAEL -
- -ARCHBISHOP OF YORK -
-Hie, good Sir Michael; bear this sealed brief
-With winged haste to the lord marshal;
-This to my cousin Scroop, and all the rest
-To whom they are directed. If you knew
-How much they do to import, you would make haste.
-
- -SIR MICHAEL -
-My good lord,
-I guess their tenor.
-
- -ARCHBISHOP OF YORK -
-Like enough you do.
-To-morrow, good Sir Michael, is a day
-Wherein the fortune of ten thousand men
-Must bide the touch; for, sir, at Shrewsbury,
-As I am truly given to understand,
-The king with mighty and quick-raised power
-Meets with Lord Harry: and, I fear, Sir Michael,
-What with the sickness of Northumberland,
-Whose power was in the first proportion,
-And what with Owen Glendower's absence thence,
-Who with them was a rated sinew too
-And comes not in, o'er-ruled by prophecies,
-I fear the power of Percy is too weak
-To wage an instant trial with the king.
-
- -SIR MICHAEL -
-Why, my good lord, you need not fear;
-There is Douglas and Lord Mortimer.
-
- -ARCHBISHOP OF YORK -
-No, Mortimer is not there.
-
- -SIR MICHAEL -
-But there is Mordake, Vernon, Lord Harry Percy,
-And there is my Lord of Worcester and a head
-Of gallant warriors, noble gentlemen.
-
- -ARCHBISHOP OF YORK -
-And so there is: but yet the king hath drawn
-The special head of all the land together:
-The Prince of Wales, Lord John of Lancaster,
-The noble Westmoreland and warlike Blunt;
-And moe corrivals and dear men
-Of estimation and command in arms.
-
- -SIR MICHAEL -
-Doubt not, my lord, they shall be well opposed.
-
- -ARCHBISHOP OF YORK -
-I hope no less, yet needful 'tis to fear;
-And, to prevent the worst, Sir Michael, speed:
-For if Lord Percy thrive not, ere the king
-Dismiss his power, he means to visit us,
-For he hath heard of our confederacy,
-And 'tis but wisdom to make strong against him:
-Therefore make haste. I must go write again
-To other friends; and so farewell, Sir Michael.
-

Exeunt

-

-

ACT V

-

SCENE I. KING HENRY IV's camp near Shrewsbury.

-

-Enter KING HENRY, PRINCE HENRY, Lord John of LANCASTER, EARL OF WESTMORELAND, SIR WALTER BLUNT, and FALSTAFF -
- -KING HENRY IV -
-How bloodily the sun begins to peer
-Above yon busky hill! the day looks pale
-At his distemperature.
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-The southern wind
-Doth play the trumpet to his purposes,
-And by his hollow whistling in the leaves
-Foretells a tempest and a blustering day.
-
- -KING HENRY IV -
-Then with the losers let it sympathize,
-For nothing can seem foul to those that win.
-

The trumpet sounds

-

Enter WORCESTER and VERNON

-How now, my Lord of Worcester! 'tis not well
-That you and I should meet upon such terms
-As now we meet. You have deceived our trust,
-And made us doff our easy robes of peace,
-To crush our old limbs in ungentle steel:
-This is not well, my lord, this is not well.
-What say you to it? will you again unknit
-This curlish knot of all-abhorred war?
-And move in that obedient orb again
-Where you did give a fair and natural light,
-And be no more an exhaled meteor,
-A prodigy of fear and a portent
-Of broached mischief to the unborn times?
-
- -EARL OF WORCESTER -
-Hear me, my liege:
-For mine own part, I could be well content
-To entertain the lag-end of my life
-With quiet hours; for I do protest,
-I have not sought the day of this dislike.
-
- -KING HENRY IV -
-You have not sought it! how comes it, then?
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-Rebellion lay in his way, and he found it.
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-Peace, chewet, peace!
-
- -EARL OF WORCESTER -
-It pleased your majesty to turn your looks
-Of favour from myself and all our house;
-And yet I must remember you, my lord,
-We were the first and dearest of your friends.
-For you my staff of office did I break
-In Richard's time; and posted day and night
-to meet you on the way, and kiss your hand,
-When yet you were in place and in account
-Nothing so strong and fortunate as I.
-It was myself, my brother and his son,
-That brought you home and boldly did outdare
-The dangers of the time. You swore to us,
-And you did swear that oath at Doncaster,
-That you did nothing purpose 'gainst the state;
-Nor claim no further than your new-fall'n right,
-The seat of Gaunt, dukedom of Lancaster:
-To this we swore our aid. But in short space
-It rain'd down fortune showering on your head;
-And such a flood of greatness fell on you,
-What with our help, what with the absent king,
-What with the injuries of a wanton time,
-The seeming sufferances that you had borne,
-And the contrarious winds that held the king
-So long in his unlucky Irish wars
-That all in England did repute him dead:
-And from this swarm of fair advantages
-You took occasion to be quickly woo'd
-To gripe the general sway into your hand;
-Forget your oath to us at Doncaster;
-And being fed by us you used us so
-As that ungentle hull, the cuckoo's bird,
-Useth the sparrow; did oppress our nest;
-Grew by our feeding to so great a bulk
-That even our love durst not come near your sight
-For fear of swallowing; but with nimble wing
-We were enforced, for safety sake, to fly
-Out of sight and raise this present head;
-Whereby we stand opposed by such means
-As you yourself have forged against yourself
-By unkind usage, dangerous countenance,
-And violation of all faith and troth
-Sworn to us in your younger enterprise.
-
- -KING HENRY IV -
-These things indeed you have articulate,
-Proclaim'd at market-crosses, read in churches,
-To face the garment of rebellion
-With some fine colour that may please the eye
-Of fickle changelings and poor discontents,
-Which gape and rub the elbow at the news
-Of hurlyburly innovation:
-And never yet did insurrection want
-Such water-colours to impaint his cause;
-Nor moody beggars, starving for a time
-Of pellmell havoc and confusion.
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-In both your armies there is many a soul
-Shall pay full dearly for this encounter,
-If once they join in trial. Tell your nephew,
-The Prince of Wales doth join with all the world
-In praise of Henry Percy: by my hopes,
-This present enterprise set off his head,
-I do not think a braver gentleman,
-More active-valiant or more valiant-young,
-More daring or more bold, is now alive
-To grace this latter age with noble deeds.
-For my part, I may speak it to my shame,
-I have a truant been to chivalry;
-And so I hear he doth account me too;
-Yet this before my father's majesty--
-I am content that he shall take the odds
-Of his great name and estimation,
-And will, to save the blood on either side,
-Try fortune with him in a single fight.
-
- -KING HENRY IV -
-And, Prince of Wales, so dare we venture thee,
-Albeit considerations infinite
-Do make against it. No, good Worcester, no,
-We love our people well; even those we love
-That are misled upon your cousin's part;
-And, will they take the offer of our grace,
-Both he and they and you, every man
-Shall be my friend again and I'll be his:
-So tell your cousin, and bring me word
-What he will do: but if he will not yield,
-Rebuke and dread correction wait on us
-And they shall do their office. So, be gone;
-We will not now be troubled with reply:
-We offer fair; take it advisedly.
-

Exeunt WORCESTER and VERNON

-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-It will not be accepted, on my life:
-The Douglas and the Hotspur both together
-Are confident against the world in arms.
-
- -KING HENRY IV -
-Hence, therefore, every leader to his charge;
-For, on their answer, will we set on them:
-And God befriend us, as our cause is just!
-

Exeunt all but PRINCE HENRY and FALSTAFF

-
- -FALSTAFF -
-Hal, if thou see me down in the battle and bestride
-me, so; 'tis a point of friendship.
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-Nothing but a colossus can do thee that friendship.
-Say thy prayers, and farewell.
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-I would 'twere bed-time, Hal, and all well.
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-Why, thou owest God a death.
-

Exit PRINCE HENRY

-
- -FALSTAFF -
-'Tis not due yet; I would be loath to pay him before
-his day. What need I be so forward with him that
-calls not on me? Well, 'tis no matter; honour pricks
-me on. Yea, but how if honour prick me off when I
-come on? how then? Can honour set to a leg? no: or
-an arm? no: or take away the grief of a wound? no.
-Honour hath no skill in surgery, then? no. What is
-honour? a word. What is in that word honour? what
-is that honour? air. A trim reckoning! Who hath it?
-he that died o' Wednesday. Doth he feel it? no.
-Doth he hear it? no. 'Tis insensible, then. Yea,
-to the dead. But will it not live with the living?
-no. Why? detraction will not suffer it. Therefore
-I'll none of it. Honour is a mere scutcheon: and so
-ends my catechism.
-

Exit

-
-

SCENE II. The rebel camp.

-

-Enter WORCESTER and VERNON -
- -EARL OF WORCESTER -
-O, no, my nephew must not know, Sir Richard,
-The liberal and kind offer of the king.
-
- -VERNON -
-'Twere best he did.
-
- -EARL OF WORCESTER -
-Then are we all undone.
-It is not possible, it cannot be,
-The king should keep his word in loving us;
-He will suspect us still and find a time
-To punish this offence in other faults:
-Suspicion all our lives shall be stuck full of eyes;
-For treason is but trusted like the fox,
-Who, ne'er so tame, so cherish'd and lock'd up,
-Will have a wild trick of his ancestors.
-Look how we can, or sad or merrily,
-Interpretation will misquote our looks,
-And we shall feed like oxen at a stall,
-The better cherish'd, still the nearer death.
-My nephew's trespass may be well forgot;
-it hath the excuse of youth and heat of blood,
-And an adopted name of privilege,
-A hair-brain'd Hotspur, govern'd by a spleen:
-All his offences live upon my head
-And on his father's; we did train him on,
-And, his corruption being ta'en from us,
-We, as the spring of all, shall pay for all.
-Therefore, good cousin, let not Harry know,
-In any case, the offer of the king.
-
- -VERNON -
-Deliver what you will; I'll say 'tis so.
-Here comes your cousin.
-

Enter HOTSPUR and DOUGLAS

-
- -HOTSPUR -
-My uncle is return'd:
-Deliver up my Lord of Westmoreland.
-Uncle, what news?
-
- -EARL OF WORCESTER -
-The king will bid you battle presently.
-
- -EARL OF DOUGLAS -
-Defy him by the Lord of Westmoreland.
-
- -HOTSPUR -
-Lord Douglas, go you and tell him so.
-
- -EARL OF DOUGLAS -
-Marry, and shall, and very willingly.
-

Exit

-
- -EARL OF WORCESTER -
-There is no seeming mercy in the king.
-
- -HOTSPUR -
-Did you beg any? God forbid!
-
- -EARL OF WORCESTER -
-I told him gently of our grievances,
-Of his oath-breaking; which he mended thus,
-By now forswearing that he is forsworn:
-He calls us rebels, traitors; and will scourge
-With haughty arms this hateful name in us.
-

Re-enter the EARL OF DOUGLAS

-
- -EARL OF DOUGLAS -
-Arm, gentlemen; to arms! for I have thrown
-A brave defiance in King Henry's teeth,
-And Westmoreland, that was engaged, did bear it;
-Which cannot choose but bring him quickly on.
-
- -EARL OF WORCESTER -
-The Prince of Wales stepp'd forth before the king,
-And, nephew, challenged you to single fight.
-
- -HOTSPUR -
-O, would the quarrel lay upon our heads,
-And that no man might draw short breath today
-But I and Harry Monmouth! Tell me, tell me,
-How show'd his tasking? seem'd it in contempt?
-
- -VERNON -
-No, by my soul; I never in my life
-Did hear a challenge urged more modestly,
-Unless a brother should a brother dare
-To gentle exercise and proof of arms.
-He gave you all the duties of a man;
-Trimm'd up your praises with a princely tongue,
-Spoke to your deservings like a chronicle,
-Making you ever better than his praise
-By still dispraising praise valued in you;
-And, which became him like a prince indeed,
-He made a blushing cital of himself;
-And chid his truant youth with such a grace
-As if he master'd there a double spirit.
-Of teaching and of learning instantly.
-There did he pause: but let me tell the world,
-If he outlive the envy of this day,
-England did never owe so sweet a hope,
-So much misconstrued in his wantonness.
-
- -HOTSPUR -
-Cousin, I think thou art enamoured
-On his follies: never did I hear
-Of any prince so wild a libertine.
-But be he as he will, yet once ere night
-I will embrace him with a soldier's arm,
-That he shall shrink under my courtesy.
-Arm, arm with speed: and, fellows, soldiers, friends,
-Better consider what you have to do
-Than I, that have not well the gift of tongue,
-Can lift your blood up with persuasion.
-

Enter a Messenger

-
- -Messenger -
-My lord, here are letters for you.
-
- -HOTSPUR -
-I cannot read them now.
-O gentlemen, the time of life is short!
-To spend that shortness basely were too long,
-If life did ride upon a dial's point,
-Still ending at the arrival of an hour.
-An if we live, we live to tread on kings;
-If die, brave death, when princes die with us!
-Now, for our consciences, the arms are fair,
-When the intent of bearing them is just.
-

Enter another Messenger

-
- -Messenger -
-My lord, prepare; the king comes on apace.
-
- -HOTSPUR -
-I thank him, that he cuts me from my tale,
-For I profess not talking; only this--
-Let each man do his best: and here draw I
-A sword, whose temper I intend to stain
-With the best blood that I can meet withal
-In the adventure of this perilous day.
-Now, Esperance! Percy! and set on.
-Sound all the lofty instruments of war,
-And by that music let us all embrace;
-For, heaven to earth, some of us never shall
-A second time do such a courtesy.
-

The trumpets sound. They embrace, and exeunt

-
-

SCENE III. Plain between the camps.

-

-KING HENRY enters with his power. Alarum to the battle. Then enter DOUGLAS and SIR WALTER BLUNT -
- -SIR WALTER BLUNT -
-What is thy name, that in the battle thus
-Thou crossest me? what honour dost thou seek
-Upon my head?
-
- -EARL OF DOUGLAS -
- Know then, my name is Douglas;
-And I do haunt thee in the battle thus
-Because some tell me that thou art a king.
-
- -SIR WALTER BLUNT -
-They tell thee true.
-
- -EARL OF DOUGLAS -
-The Lord of Stafford dear to-day hath bought
-Thy likeness, for instead of thee, King Harry,
-This sword hath ended him: so shall it thee,
-Unless thou yield thee as my prisoner.
-
- -SIR WALTER BLUNT -
-I was not born a yielder, thou proud Scot;
-And thou shalt find a king that will revenge
-Lord Stafford's death.
-

They fight. DOUGLAS kills SIR WALTER BLUNT. Enter HOTSPUR

-
- -HOTSPUR -
-O Douglas, hadst thou fought at Holmedon thus,
-never had triumph'd upon a Scot.
-
- -EARL OF DOUGLAS -
-All's done, all's won; here breathless lies the king.
-
- -HOTSPUR -
-Where?
-
- -EARL OF DOUGLAS -
-Here.
-
- -HOTSPUR -
-This, Douglas? no: I know this face full well:
-A gallant knight he was, his name was Blunt;
-Semblably furnish'd like the king himself.
-
- -EARL OF DOUGLAS -
-A fool go with thy soul, whither it goes!
-A borrow'd title hast thou bought too dear:
-Why didst thou tell me that thou wert a king?
-
- -HOTSPUR -
-The king hath many marching in his coats.
-
- -EARL OF DOUGLAS -
-Now, by my sword, I will kill all his coats;
-I'll murder all his wardrobe, piece by piece,
-Until I meet the king.
-
- -HOTSPUR -
-Up, and away!
-Our soldiers stand full fairly for the day.
-

Exeunt

-

Alarum. Enter FALSTAFF, solus

-
- -FALSTAFF -
-Though I could 'scape shot-free at London, I fear
-the shot here; here's no scoring but upon the pate.
-Soft! who are you? Sir Walter Blunt: there's honour
-for you! here's no vanity! I am as hot as moulten
-lead, and as heavy too: God keep lead out of me! I
-need no more weight than mine own bowels. I have
-led my ragamuffins where they are peppered: there's
-not three of my hundred and fifty left alive; and
-they are for the town's end, to beg during life.
-But who comes here?
-

Enter PRINCE HENRY

-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-What, stand'st thou idle here? lend me thy sword:
-Many a nobleman lies stark and stiff
-Under the hoofs of vaunting enemies,
-Whose deaths are yet unrevenged: I prithee,
-lend me thy sword.
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-O Hal, I prithee, give me leave to breathe awhile.
-Turk Gregory never did such deeds in arms as I have
-done this day. I have paid Percy, I have made him sure.
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-He is, indeed; and living to kill thee. I prithee,
-lend me thy sword.
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-Nay, before God, Hal, if Percy be alive, thou get'st
-not my sword; but take my pistol, if thou wilt.
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-Give it to me: what, is it in the case?
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-Ay, Hal; 'tis hot, 'tis hot; there's that will sack a city.
-

PRINCE HENRY draws it out, and finds it to be a bottle of sack

-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-What, is it a time to jest and dally now?
-

He throws the bottle at him. Exit

-
- -FALSTAFF -
-Well, if Percy be alive, I'll pierce him. If he do
-come in my way, so: if he do not, if I come in his
-willingly, let him make a carbonado of me. I like
-not such grinning honour as Sir Walter hath: give me
-life: which if I can save, so; if not, honour comes
-unlooked for, and there's an end.
-

Exit FALSTAFF

-
-

SCENE IV. Another part of the field.

-

-Alarum. Excursions. Enter PRINCE HENRY, LORD JOHN OF LANCASTER, and EARL OF WESTMORELAND -
- -KING HENRY IV -
-I prithee,
-Harry, withdraw thyself; thou bleed'st too much.
-Lord John of Lancaster, go you with him.
-
- -LANCASTER -
-Not I, my lord, unless I did bleed too.
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-I beseech your majesty, make up,
-Lest your retirement do amaze your friends.
-
- -KING HENRY IV -
-I will do so.
-My Lord of Westmoreland, lead him to his tent.
-
- -WESTMORELAND -
-Come, my lord, I'll lead you to your tent.
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-Lead me, my lord? I do not need your help:
-And God forbid a shallow scratch should drive
-The Prince of Wales from such a field as this,
-Where stain'd nobility lies trodden on,
-and rebels' arms triumph in massacres!
-
- -LANCASTER -
-We breathe too long: come, cousin Westmoreland,
-Our duty this way lies; for God's sake come.
-

Exeunt LANCASTER and WESTMORELAND

-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-By God, thou hast deceived me, Lancaster;
-I did not think thee lord of such a spirit:
-Before, I loved thee as a brother, John;
-But now, I do respect thee as my soul.
-
- -KING HENRY IV -
-I saw him hold Lord Percy at the point
-With lustier maintenance than I did look for
-Of such an ungrown warrior.
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-O, this boy
-Lends mettle to us all!
-

Exit

-

Enter DOUGLAS

-
- -EARL OF DOUGLAS -
-Another king! they grow like Hydra's heads:
-I am the Douglas, fatal to all those
-That wear those colours on them: what art thou,
-That counterfeit'st the person of a king?
-
- -KING HENRY IV -
-The king himself; who, Douglas, grieves at heart
-So many of his shadows thou hast met
-And not the very king. I have two boys
-Seek Percy and thyself about the field:
-But, seeing thou fall'st on me so luckily,
-I will assay thee: so, defend thyself.
-
- -EARL OF DOUGLAS -
-I fear thou art another counterfeit;
-And yet, in faith, thou bear'st thee like a king:
-But mine I am sure thou art, whoe'er thou be,
-And thus I win thee.
-

They fight. KING HENRY being in danger, PRINCE HENRY enters

-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-Hold up thy head, vile Scot, or thou art like
-Never to hold it up again! the spirits
-Of valiant Shirley, Stafford, Blunt, are in my arms:
-It is the Prince of Wales that threatens thee;
-Who never promiseth but he means to pay.
-

They fight: DOUGLAS flies

-Cheerly, my lord how fares your grace?
-Sir Nicholas Gawsey hath for succor sent,
-And so hath Clifton: I'll to Clifton straight.
-
- -KING HENRY IV -
-Stay, and breathe awhile:
-Thou hast redeem'd thy lost opinion,
-And show'd thou makest some tender of my life,
-In this fair rescue thou hast brought to me.
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-O God! they did me too much injury
-That ever said I hearken'd for your death.
-If it were so, I might have let alone
-The insulting hand of Douglas over you,
-Which would have been as speedy in your end
-As all the poisonous potions in the world
-And saved the treacherous labour of your son.
-
- -KING HENRY IV -
-Make up to Clifton: I'll to Sir Nicholas Gawsey.
-

Exit

-

Enter HOTSPUR

-
- -HOTSPUR -
-If I mistake not, thou art Harry Monmouth.
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-Thou speak'st as if I would deny my name.
-
- -HOTSPUR -
-My name is Harry Percy.
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-Why, then I see
-A very valiant rebel of the name.
-I am the Prince of Wales; and think not, Percy,
-To share with me in glory any more:
-Two stars keep not their motion in one sphere;
-Nor can one England brook a double reign,
-Of Harry Percy and the Prince of Wales.
-
- -HOTSPUR -
-Nor shall it, Harry; for the hour is come
-To end the one of us; and would to God
-Thy name in arms were now as great as mine!
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-I'll make it greater ere I part from thee;
-And all the budding honours on thy crest
-I'll crop, to make a garland for my head.
-
- -HOTSPUR -
-I can no longer brook thy vanities.
-

They fight

-

Enter FALSTAFF

-
- -FALSTAFF -
-Well said, Hal! to it Hal! Nay, you shall find no
-boy's play here, I can tell you.
-

Re-enter DOUGLAS; he fights with FALSTAFF, who falls down as if he were dead, and exit DOUGLAS. HOTSPUR is wounded, and falls

-
- -HOTSPUR -
-O, Harry, thou hast robb'd me of my youth!
-I better brook the loss of brittle life
-Than those proud titles thou hast won of me;
-They wound my thoughts worse than sword my flesh:
-But thought's the slave of life, and life time's fool;
-And time, that takes survey of all the world,
-Must have a stop. O, I could prophesy,
-But that the earthy and cold hand of death
-Lies on my tongue: no, Percy, thou art dust
-And food for--
-

Dies

-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-For worms, brave Percy: fare thee well, great heart!
-Ill-weaved ambition, how much art thou shrunk!
-When that this body did contain a spirit,
-A kingdom for it was too small a bound;
-But now two paces of the vilest earth
-Is room enough: this earth that bears thee dead
-Bears not alive so stout a gentleman.
-If thou wert sensible of courtesy,
-I should not make so dear a show of zeal:
-But let my favours hide thy mangled face;
-And, even in thy behalf, I'll thank myself
-For doing these fair rites of tenderness.
-Adieu, and take thy praise with thee to heaven!
-Thy ignominy sleep with thee in the grave,
-But not remember'd in thy epitaph!
-

He spieth FALSTAFF on the ground

-What, old acquaintance! could not all this flesh
-Keep in a little life? Poor Jack, farewell!
-I could have better spared a better man:
-O, I should have a heavy miss of thee,
-If I were much in love with vanity!
-Death hath not struck so fat a deer to-day,
-Though many dearer, in this bloody fray.
-Embowell'd will I see thee by and by:
-Till then in blood by noble Percy lie.
-

Exit PRINCE HENRY

-
- -FALSTAFF -
-[Rising up] Embowelled! if thou embowel me to-day,
-I'll give you leave to powder me and eat me too
-to-morrow. 'Sblood,'twas time to counterfeit, or
-that hot termagant Scot had paid me scot and lot too.
-Counterfeit? I lie, I am no counterfeit: to die,
-is to be a counterfeit; for he is but the
-counterfeit of a man who hath not the life of a man:
-but to counterfeit dying, when a man thereby
-liveth, is to be no counterfeit, but the true and
-perfect image of life indeed. The better part of
-valour is discretion; in the which better part I
-have saved my life.'Zounds, I am afraid of this
-gunpowder Percy, though he be dead: how, if he
-should counterfeit too and rise? by my faith, I am
-afraid he would prove the better counterfeit.
-Therefore I'll make him sure; yea, and I'll swear I
-killed him. Why may not he rise as well as I?
-Nothing confutes me but eyes, and nobody sees me.
-Therefore, sirrah,
-

Stabbing him

-with a new wound in your thigh, come you along with me.
-

Takes up HOTSPUR on his back

-

Re-enter PRINCE HENRY and LORD JOHN OF LANCASTER

-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-Come, brother John; full bravely hast thou flesh'd
-Thy maiden sword.
-
- -LANCASTER -
- But, soft! whom have we here?
-Did you not tell me this fat man was dead?
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-I did; I saw him dead,
-Breathless and bleeding on the ground. Art
-thou alive?
-Or is it fantasy that plays upon our eyesight?
-I prithee, speak; we will not trust our eyes
-Without our ears: thou art not what thou seem'st.
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-No, that's certain; I am not a double man: but if I
-be not Jack Falstaff, then am I a Jack. There is Percy:
-

Throwing the body down

-if your father will do me any honour, so; if not, let
-him kill the next Percy himself. I look to be either
-earl or duke, I can assure you.
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-Why, Percy I killed myself and saw thee dead.
-
- -FALSTAFF -
-Didst thou? Lord, Lord, how this world is given to
-lying! I grant you I was down and out of breath;
-and so was he: but we rose both at an instant and
-fought a long hour by Shrewsbury clock. If I may be
-believed, so; if not, let them that should reward
-valour bear the sin upon their own heads. I'll take
-it upon my death, I gave him this wound in the
-thigh: if the man were alive and would deny it,
-'zounds, I would make him eat a piece of my sword.
-
- -LANCASTER -
-This is the strangest tale that ever I heard.
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-This is the strangest fellow, brother John.
-Come, bring your luggage nobly on your back:
-For my part, if a lie may do thee grace,
-I'll gild it with the happiest terms I have.
-

A retreat is sounded

-The trumpet sounds retreat; the day is ours.
-Come, brother, let us to the highest of the field,
-To see what friends are living, who are dead.
-

Exeunt PRINCE HENRY and LANCASTER

-
- -FALSTAFF -
-I'll follow, as they say, for reward. He that
-rewards me, God reward him! If I do grow great,
-I'll grow less; for I'll purge, and leave sack, and
-live cleanly as a nobleman should do.
-

Exit

-
-

SCENE V. Another part of the field.

-

-The trumpets sound. Enter KING HENRY IV, PRINCE HENRY, LORD JOHN LANCASTER, EARL OF WESTMORELAND, with WORCESTER and VERNON prisoners -
- -KING HENRY IV -
-Thus ever did rebellion find rebuke.
-Ill-spirited Worcester! did not we send grace,
-Pardon and terms of love to all of you?
-And wouldst thou turn our offers contrary?
-Misuse the tenor of thy kinsman's trust?
-Three knights upon our party slain to-day,
-A noble earl and many a creature else
-Had been alive this hour,
-If like a Christian thou hadst truly borne
-Betwixt our armies true intelligence.
-
- -EARL OF WORCESTER -
-What I have done my safety urged me to;
-And I embrace this fortune patiently,
-Since not to be avoided it falls on me.
-
- -KING HENRY IV -
-Bear Worcester to the death and Vernon too:
-Other offenders we will pause upon.
-

Exeunt WORCESTER and VERNON, guarded

-How goes the field?
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-The noble Scot, Lord Douglas, when he saw
-The fortune of the day quite turn'd from him,
-The noble Percy slain, and all his men
-Upon the foot of fear, fled with the rest;
-And falling from a hill, he was so bruised
-That the pursuers took him. At my tent
-The Douglas is; and I beseech your grace
-I may dispose of him.
-
- -KING HENRY IV -
-With all my heart.
-
- -PRINCE HENRY -
-Then, brother John of Lancaster, to you
-This honourable bounty shall belong:
-Go to the Douglas, and deliver him
-Up to his pleasure, ransomless and free:
-His valour shown upon our crests to-day
-Hath taught us how to cherish such high deeds
-Even in the bosom of our adversaries.
-
- -LANCASTER -
-I thank your grace for this high courtesy,
-Which I shall give away immediately.
-
- -KING HENRY IV -
-Then this remains, that we divide our power.
-You, son John, and my cousin Westmoreland
-Towards York shall bend you with your dearest speed,
-To meet Northumberland and the prelate Scroop,
-Who, as we hear, are busily in arms:
-Myself and you, son Harry, will towards Wales,
-To fight with Glendower and the Earl of March.
-Rebellion in this land shall lose his sway,
-Meeting the cheque of such another day:
-And since this business so fair is done,
-Let us not leave till all our own be won.
-

Exeunt

- - - - diff --git a/History/1kinghenryiv/index.html b/History/1kinghenryiv/index.html deleted file mode 100644 index cf0b025..0000000 --- a/History/1kinghenryiv/index.html +++ /dev/null @@ -1,48 +0,0 @@ - - - - Henry IV, part 1: List of Scenes - - - - - - - -
The First part of King Henry the Fourth -
- Shakespeare homepage - | Henry IV, part 1 -
- -

Entire play in one page

- -

-Act 1, Scene 1: London. The palace.
-Act 1, Scene 2: London. An apartment of the Prince's.
-Act 1, Scene 3: London. The palace.
-

-Act 2, Scene 1: Rochester. An inn yard.
-Act 2, Scene 2: The highway, near Gadshill.
-Act 2, Scene 3: Warkworth castle
-Act 2, Scene 4: The Boar's-Head Tavern, Eastcheap.
-

-Act 3, Scene 1: Bangor. The Archdeacon's house.
-Act 3, Scene 2: London. The palace.
-

-Act 4, Scene 1: The rebel camp near Shrewsbury.
-Act 4, Scene 2: A public road near Coventry.
-Act 4, Scene 3: The rebel camp near Shrewsbury.
-Act 4, Scene 4: York. The ARCHBISHOP'S palace.
-

-Act 5, Scene 1: KING HENRY IV's camp near Shrewsbury.
-Act 5, Scene 2: The rebel camp.
-Act 5, Scene 3: Plain between the camps.
-Act 5, Scene 4: Another part of the field.
-Act 5, Scene 5: Another part of the field.
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SCENE I. Westminster Abbey.

Or shall we think the subtle-witted French
Conjurers and sorcerers, that afraid of him
By magic verses have contrived his end?
-BISHOP
-OF WINCHESTER +BISHOP OF WINCHESTER
He was a king bless'd of the King of kings.
Unto the French the dreadful judgement-day
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SCENE I. Westminster Abbey.

His thread of life had not so soon decay'd:
None do you like but an effeminate prince,
Whom, like a school-boy, you may over-awe.
-BISHOP
-OF WINCHESTER +BISHOP OF WINCHESTER
Gloucester, whate'er we like, thou art protector
And lookest to command the prince and realm.
@@ -215,10 +213,9 @@

SCENE I. Westminster Abbey.

Wherewith you now bedew King Henry's hearse,
I must inform you of a dismal fight
Betwixt the stout Lord Talbot and the French.
-BISHOP
-OF WINCHESTER +BISHOP OF WINCHESTER
What! wherein Talbot overcame? is't so?
@@ -325,10 +322,9 @@

SCENE I. Westminster Abbey.

Being ordain'd his special governor,
And for his safety there I'll best devise.

Exit

-BISHOP
-OF WINCHESTER +BISHOP OF WINCHESTER
Each hath his place and function to attend:
I am left out; for me nothing remains.
@@ -337,6 +333,7 @@

SCENE I. Westminster Abbey.

And sit at chiefest stern of public weal.

Exeunt

+
Shakespeare homepage @@ -349,4 +346,3 @@

SCENE I. Westminster Abbey.

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SCENE I. Westminster Abbey.

More dazzled and drove back his enemies
Than mid-day sun fierce bent against their faces.
What should I say? his deeds exceed all speech:
-He ne'er lift up his hand but conquered.
+He ne'er lift up his hand but conquered.
EXETER
-We mourn in black: why mourn we not in blood?
-Henry is dead and never shall revive:
-Upon a wooden coffin we attend,
-And death's dishonourable victory
-We with our stately presence glorify,
-Like captives bound to a triumphant car.
-What! shall we curse the planets of mishap
-That plotted thus our glory's overthrow?
-Or shall we think the subtle-witted French
-Conjurers and sorcerers, that afraid of him
-By magic verses have contrived his end?
+We mourn in black: why mourn we not in blood?
+Henry is dead and never shall revive:
+Upon a wooden coffin we attend,
+And death's dishonourable victory
+We with our stately presence glorify,
+Like captives bound to a triumphant car.
+What! shall we curse the planets of mishap
+That plotted thus our glory's overthrow?
+Or shall we think the subtle-witted French
+Conjurers and sorcerers, that afraid of him
+By magic verses have contrived his end?
BISHOP OF WINCHESTER
-He was a king bless'd of the King of kings.
-Unto the French the dreadful judgement-day
-So dreadful will not be as was his sight.
-The battles of the Lord of hosts he fought:
-The church's prayers made him so prosperous.
+He was a king bless'd of the King of kings.
+Unto the French the dreadful judgement-day
+So dreadful will not be as was his sight.
+The battles of the Lord of hosts he fought:
+The church's prayers made him so prosperous.
GLOUCESTER
-The church! where is it? Had not churchmen pray'd,
-His thread of life had not so soon decay'd:
-None do you like but an effeminate prince,
-Whom, like a school-boy, you may over-awe.
+The church! where is it? Had not churchmen pray'd,
+His thread of life had not so soon decay'd:
+None do you like but an effeminate prince,
+Whom, like a school-boy, you may over-awe.
BISHOP OF WINCHESTER
-Gloucester, whate'er we like, thou art protector
-And lookest to command the prince and realm.
-Thy wife is proud; she holdeth thee in awe,
-More than God or religious churchmen may.
+Gloucester, whate'er we like, thou art protector
+And lookest to command the prince and realm.
+Thy wife is proud; she holdeth thee in awe,
+More than God or religious churchmen may.
GLOUCESTER
-Name not religion, for thou lovest the flesh,
-And ne'er throughout the year to church thou go'st
-Except it be to pray against thy foes.
+Name not religion, for thou lovest the flesh,
+And ne'er throughout the year to church thou go'st
+Except it be to pray against thy foes.
BEDFORD
-Cease, cease these jars and rest your minds in peace:
-Let's to the altar: heralds, wait on us:
-Instead of gold, we'll offer up our arms:
-Since arms avail not now that Henry's dead.
-Posterity, await for wretched years,
-When at their mothers' moist eyes babes shall suck,
-Our isle be made a nourish of salt tears,
-And none but women left to wail the dead.
-Henry the Fifth, thy ghost I invocate:
-Prosper this realm, keep it from civil broils,
-Combat with adverse planets in the heavens!
-A far more glorious star thy soul will make
-Than Julius Caesar or bright--
+Cease, cease these jars and rest your minds in peace:
+Let's to the altar: heralds, wait on us:
+Instead of gold, we'll offer up our arms:
+Since arms avail not now that Henry's dead.
+Posterity, await for wretched years,
+When at their mothers' moist eyes babes shall suck,
+Our isle be made a nourish of salt tears,
+And none but women left to wail the dead.
+Henry the Fifth, thy ghost I invocate:
+Prosper this realm, keep it from civil broils,
+Combat with adverse planets in the heavens!
+A far more glorious star thy soul will make
+Than Julius Caesar or bright--

Enter a Messenger

Messenger
-My honourable lords, health to you all!
-Sad tidings bring I to you out of France,
-Of loss, of slaughter and discomfiture:
-Guienne, Champagne, Rheims, Orleans,
-Paris, Guysors, Poictiers, are all quite lost.
+My honourable lords, health to you all!
+Sad tidings bring I to you out of France,
+Of loss, of slaughter and discomfiture:
+Guienne, Champagne, Rheims, Orleans,
+Paris, Guysors, Poictiers, are all quite lost.
BEDFORD
-What say'st thou, man, before dead Henry's corse?
-Speak softly, or the loss of those great towns
-Will make him burst his lead and rise from death.
+What say'st thou, man, before dead Henry's corse?
+Speak softly, or the loss of those great towns
+Will make him burst his lead and rise from death.
GLOUCESTER
-Is Paris lost? is Rouen yielded up?
-If Henry were recall'd to life again,
-These news would cause him once more yield the ghost.
+Is Paris lost? is Rouen yielded up?
+If Henry were recall'd to life again,
+These news would cause him once more yield the ghost.
EXETER
-How were they lost? what treachery was used?
+How were they lost? what treachery was used?
Messenger
-No treachery; but want of men and money.
-Amongst the soldiers this is muttered,
-That here you maintain several factions,
-And whilst a field should be dispatch'd and fought,
-You are disputing of your generals:
-One would have lingering wars with little cost;
-Another would fly swift, but wanteth wings;
-A third thinks, without expense at all,
-By guileful fair words peace may be obtain'd.
-Awake, awake, English nobility!
-Let not sloth dim your horrors new-begot:
-Cropp'd are the flower-de-luces in your arms;
-Of England's coat one half is cut away.
+No treachery; but want of men and money.
+Amongst the soldiers this is muttered,
+That here you maintain several factions,
+And whilst a field should be dispatch'd and fought,
+You are disputing of your generals:
+One would have lingering wars with little cost;
+Another would fly swift, but wanteth wings;
+A third thinks, without expense at all,
+By guileful fair words peace may be obtain'd.
+Awake, awake, English nobility!
+Let not sloth dim your horrors new-begot:
+Cropp'd are the flower-de-luces in your arms;
+Of England's coat one half is cut away.
EXETER
-Were our tears wanting to this funeral,
-These tidings would call forth their flowing tides.
+Were our tears wanting to this funeral,
+These tidings would call forth their flowing tides.
BEDFORD
-Me they concern; Regent I am of France.
-Give me my steeled coat. I'll fight for France.
-Away with these disgraceful wailing robes!
-Wounds will I lend the French instead of eyes,
-To weep their intermissive miseries.
+Me they concern; Regent I am of France.
+Give me my steeled coat. I'll fight for France.
+Away with these disgraceful wailing robes!
+Wounds will I lend the French instead of eyes,
+To weep their intermissive miseries.

Enter to them another Messenger

Messenger
-Lords, view these letters full of bad mischance.
-France is revolted from the English quite,
-Except some petty towns of no import:
-The Dauphin Charles is crowned king of Rheims;
-The Bastard of Orleans with him is join'd;
-Reignier, Duke of Anjou, doth take his part;
-The Duke of Alencon flieth to his side.
+Lords, view these letters full of bad mischance.
+France is revolted from the English quite,
+Except some petty towns of no import:
+The Dauphin Charles is crowned king of Rheims;
+The Bastard of Orleans with him is join'd;
+Reignier, Duke of Anjou, doth take his part;
+The Duke of Alencon flieth to his side.
EXETER
-The Dauphin crowned king! all fly to him!
-O, whither shall we fly from this reproach?
+The Dauphin crowned king! all fly to him!
+O, whither shall we fly from this reproach?
GLOUCESTER
-We will not fly, but to our enemies' throats.
-Bedford, if thou be slack, I'll fight it out.
+We will not fly, but to our enemies' throats.
+Bedford, if thou be slack, I'll fight it out.
BEDFORD
-Gloucester, why doubt'st thou of my forwardness?
-An army have I muster'd in my thoughts,
-Wherewith already France is overrun.
+Gloucester, why doubt'st thou of my forwardness?
+An army have I muster'd in my thoughts,
+Wherewith already France is overrun.

Enter another Messenger

Messenger
-My gracious lords, to add to your laments,
-Wherewith you now bedew King Henry's hearse,
-I must inform you of a dismal fight
-Betwixt the stout Lord Talbot and the French.
+My gracious lords, to add to your laments,
+Wherewith you now bedew King Henry's hearse,
+I must inform you of a dismal fight
+Betwixt the stout Lord Talbot and the French.
BISHOP OF WINCHESTER
-What! wherein Talbot overcame? is't so?
+What! wherein Talbot overcame? is't so?
Messenger
-O, no; wherein Lord Talbot was o'erthrown:
-The circumstance I'll tell you more at large.
-The tenth of August last this dreadful lord,
-Retiring from the siege of Orleans,
-Having full scarce six thousand in his troop.
-By three and twenty thousand of the French
-Was round encompassed and set upon.
-No leisure had he to enrank his men;
-He wanted pikes to set before his archers;
-Instead whereof sharp stakes pluck'd out of hedges
-They pitched in the ground confusedly,
-To keep the horsemen off from breaking in.
-More than three hours the fight continued;
-Where valiant Talbot above human thought
-Enacted wonders with his sword and lance:
-Hundreds he sent to hell, and none durst stand him;
-Here, there, and every where, enraged he flew:
-The French exclaim'd, the devil was in arms;
-All the whole army stood agazed on him:
-His soldiers spying his undaunted spirit
-A Talbot! a Talbot! cried out amain
-And rush'd into the bowels of the battle.
-Here had the conquest fully been seal'd up,
-If Sir John Fastolfe had not play'd the coward:
-He, being in the vaward, placed behind
-With purpose to relieve and follow them,
-Cowardly fled, not having struck one stroke.
-Hence grew the general wreck and massacre;
-Enclosed were they with their enemies:
-A base Walloon, to win the Dauphin's grace,
-Thrust Talbot with a spear into the back,
-Whom all France with their chief assembled strength
-Durst not presume to look once in the face.
+O, no; wherein Lord Talbot was o'erthrown:
+The circumstance I'll tell you more at large.
+The tenth of August last this dreadful lord,
+Retiring from the siege of Orleans,
+Having full scarce six thousand in his troop.
+By three and twenty thousand of the French
+Was round encompassed and set upon.
+No leisure had he to enrank his men;
+He wanted pikes to set before his archers;
+Instead whereof sharp stakes pluck'd out of hedges
+They pitched in the ground confusedly,
+To keep the horsemen off from breaking in.
+More than three hours the fight continued;
+Where valiant Talbot above human thought
+Enacted wonders with his sword and lance:
+Hundreds he sent to hell, and none durst stand him;
+Here, there, and every where, enraged he flew:
+The French exclaim'd, the devil was in arms;
+All the whole army stood agazed on him:
+His soldiers spying his undaunted spirit
+A Talbot! a Talbot! cried out amain
+And rush'd into the bowels of the battle.
+Here had the conquest fully been seal'd up,
+If Sir John Fastolfe had not play'd the coward:
+He, being in the vaward, placed behind
+With purpose to relieve and follow them,
+Cowardly fled, not having struck one stroke.
+Hence grew the general wreck and massacre;
+Enclosed were they with their enemies:
+A base Walloon, to win the Dauphin's grace,
+Thrust Talbot with a spear into the back,
+Whom all France with their chief assembled strength
+Durst not presume to look once in the face.
BEDFORD
-Is Talbot slain? then I will slay myself,
-For living idly here in pomp and ease,
-Whilst such a worthy leader, wanting aid,
-Unto his dastard foemen is betray'd.
+Is Talbot slain? then I will slay myself,
+For living idly here in pomp and ease,
+Whilst such a worthy leader, wanting aid,
+Unto his dastard foemen is betray'd.
Messenger
-O no, he lives; but is took prisoner,
-And Lord Scales with him and Lord Hungerford:
-Most of the rest slaughter'd or took likewise.
+O no, he lives; but is took prisoner,
+And Lord Scales with him and Lord Hungerford:
+Most of the rest slaughter'd or took likewise.
BEDFORD
-His ransom there is none but I shall pay:
-I'll hale the Dauphin headlong from his throne:
-His crown shall be the ransom of my friend;
-Four of their lords I'll change for one of ours.
-Farewell, my masters; to my task will I;
-Bonfires in France forthwith I am to make,
-To keep our great Saint George's feast withal:
-Ten thousand soldiers with me I will take,
-Whose bloody deeds shall make all Europe quake.
+His ransom there is none but I shall pay:
+I'll hale the Dauphin headlong from his throne:
+His crown shall be the ransom of my friend;
+Four of their lords I'll change for one of ours.
+Farewell, my masters; to my task will I;
+Bonfires in France forthwith I am to make,
+To keep our great Saint George's feast withal:
+Ten thousand soldiers with me I will take,
+Whose bloody deeds shall make all Europe quake.
Messenger
-So you had need; for Orleans is besieged;
-The English army is grown weak and faint:
-The Earl of Salisbury craveth supply,
-And hardly keeps his men from mutiny,
-Since they, so few, watch such a multitude.
+So you had need; for Orleans is besieged;
+The English army is grown weak and faint:
+The Earl of Salisbury craveth supply,
+And hardly keeps his men from mutiny,
+Since they, so few, watch such a multitude.
EXETER
-Remember, lords, your oaths to Henry sworn,
-Either to quell the Dauphin utterly,
-Or bring him in obedience to your yoke.
+Remember, lords, your oaths to Henry sworn,
+Either to quell the Dauphin utterly,
+Or bring him in obedience to your yoke.
BEDFORD
-I do remember it; and here take my leave,
-To go about my preparation.
+I do remember it; and here take my leave,
+To go about my preparation.

Exit

GLOUCESTER
-I'll to the Tower with all the haste I can,
-To view the artillery and munition;
-And then I will proclaim young Henry king.
+I'll to the Tower with all the haste I can,
+To view the artillery and munition;
+And then I will proclaim young Henry king.

Exit

EXETER
-To Eltham will I, where the young king is,
-Being ordain'd his special governor,
-And for his safety there I'll best devise.
+To Eltham will I, where the young king is,
+Being ordain'd his special governor,
+And for his safety there I'll best devise.

Exit

BISHOP OF WINCHESTER
-Each hath his place and function to attend:
-I am left out; for me nothing remains.
-But long I will not be Jack out of office:
-The king from Eltham I intend to steal
-And sit at chiefest stern of public weal.
+Each hath his place and function to attend:
+I am left out; for me nothing remains.
+But long I will not be Jack out of office:
+The king from Eltham I intend to steal
+And sit at chiefest stern of public weal.

Exeunt

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SCENE III. London. Before the Tower.

Serving-Men Open the gates unto the lord protector,
Or we'll burst them open, if that you come not quickly.

Enter to the Protector at the Tower Gates BISHOP OF WINCHESTER and his men in tawny coats

-BISHOP
-OF WINCHESTER +BISHOP OF WINCHESTER
How now, ambitious Humphry! what means this?
@@ -102,10 +101,9 @@

SCENE III. London. Before the Tower.

GLOUCESTER
Peel'd priest, dost thou command me to be shut out?
-BISHOP
-OF WINCHESTER +BISHOP OF WINCHESTER
I do, thou most usurping proditor,
And not protector, of the king or realm.
@@ -118,10 +116,9 @@

SCENE III. London. Before the Tower.

Thou that givest whores indulgences to sin:
I'll canvass thee in thy broad cardinal's hat,
If thou proceed in this thy insolence.
-BISHOP
-OF WINCHESTER +BISHOP OF WINCHESTER
Nay, stand thou back, I will not budge a foot:
This be Damascus, be thou cursed Cain,
@@ -133,10 +130,9 @@

SCENE III. London. Before the Tower.

I will not slay thee, but I'll drive thee back:
Thy scarlet robes as a child's bearing-cloth
I'll use to carry thee out of this place.
-BISHOP
-OF WINCHESTER +BISHOP OF WINCHESTER
Do what thou darest; I beard thee to thy face.
@@ -150,10 +146,9 @@

SCENE III. London. Before the Tower.

Under my feet I stamp thy cardinal's hat:
In spite of pope or dignities of church,
Here by the cheeks I'll drag thee up and down.
-BISHOP
-OF WINCHESTER +BISHOP OF WINCHESTER
Gloucester, thou wilt answer this before the pope.
@@ -178,10 +173,9 @@

SCENE III. London. Before the Tower.

Peace, mayor! thou know'st little of my wrongs:
Here's Beaufort, that regards nor God nor king,
Hath here distrain'd the Tower to his use.
-BISHOP
-OF WINCHESTER +BISHOP OF WINCHESTER
Here's Gloucester, a foe to citizens,
One that still motions war and never peace,
@@ -220,10 +214,9 @@

SCENE III. London. Before the Tower.

Cardinal, I'll be no breaker of the law:
But we shall meet, and break our minds at large.
-BISHOP
-OF WINCHESTER +BISHOP OF WINCHESTER
Gloucester, we will meet; to thy cost, be sure:
Thy heart-blood I will have for this day's work.
@@ -238,10 +231,9 @@

SCENE III. London. Before the Tower.

GLOUCESTER
Mayor, farewell: thou dost but what thou mayst.
-BISHOP
-OF WINCHESTER +BISHOP OF WINCHESTER
Abominable Gloucester, guard thy head;
For I intend to have it ere long.
@@ -255,6 +247,7 @@

SCENE III. London. Before the Tower.

I myself fight not once in forty year.

Exeunt

+
Shakespeare homepage From 329156f677dc777690de0317181a443be3944954 Mon Sep 17 00:00:00 2001 From: Douglas Smith Date: Thu, 13 Feb 2020 06:18:57 -0800 Subject: [PATCH 050/108] fixing the line numbers. --- 1henryvi/1henryvi.1.3.html | 126 ++++++++++++++++++------------------- 1 file changed, 63 insertions(+), 63 deletions(-) diff --git a/1henryvi/1henryvi.1.3.html b/1henryvi/1henryvi.1.3.html index 60cf63e..5b856ce 100644 --- a/1henryvi/1henryvi.1.3.html +++ b/1henryvi/1henryvi.1.3.html @@ -95,156 +95,156 @@

SCENE III. London. Before the Tower.

BISHOP OF WINCHESTER
-How now, ambitious Humphry! what means this?
+How now, ambitious Humphry! what means this?
GLOUCESTER
-Peel'd priest, dost thou command me to be shut out?
+Peel'd priest, dost thou command me to be shut out?
BISHOP OF WINCHESTER
-I do, thou most usurping proditor,
-And not protector, of the king or realm.
+I do, thou most usurping proditor,
+And not protector, of the king or realm.
GLOUCESTER
-Stand back, thou manifest conspirator,
-Thou that contrivedst to murder our dead lord;
-Thou that givest whores indulgences to sin:
-I'll canvass thee in thy broad cardinal's hat,
-If thou proceed in this thy insolence.
+Stand back, thou manifest conspirator,
+Thou that contrivedst to murder our dead lord;
+Thou that givest whores indulgences to sin:
+I'll canvass thee in thy broad cardinal's hat,
+If thou proceed in this thy insolence.
BISHOP OF WINCHESTER
-Nay, stand thou back, I will not budge a foot:
-This be Damascus, be thou cursed Cain,
-To slay thy brother Abel, if thou wilt.
+Nay, stand thou back, I will not budge a foot:
+This be Damascus, be thou cursed Cain,
+To slay thy brother Abel, if thou wilt.
GLOUCESTER
-I will not slay thee, but I'll drive thee back:
-Thy scarlet robes as a child's bearing-cloth
-I'll use to carry thee out of this place.
+I will not slay thee, but I'll drive thee back:
+Thy scarlet robes as a child's bearing-cloth
+I'll use to carry thee out of this place.
BISHOP OF WINCHESTER
-Do what thou darest; I beard thee to thy face.
+Do what thou darest; I beard thee to thy face.
GLOUCESTER
-What! am I dared and bearded to my face?
-Draw, men, for all this privileged place;
-Blue coats to tawny coats. Priest, beware your beard,
-I mean to tug it and to cuff you soundly:
-Under my feet I stamp thy cardinal's hat:
-In spite of pope or dignities of church,
-Here by the cheeks I'll drag thee up and down.
+What! am I dared and bearded to my face?
+Draw, men, for all this privileged place;
+Blue coats to tawny coats. Priest, beware your beard,
+I mean to tug it and to cuff you soundly:
+Under my feet I stamp thy cardinal's hat:
+In spite of pope or dignities of church,
+Here by the cheeks I'll drag thee up and down.
BISHOP OF WINCHESTER
-Gloucester, thou wilt answer this before the pope.
+Gloucester, thou wilt answer this before the pope.
GLOUCESTER
-Winchester goose, I cry, a rope! a rope!
-Now beat them hence; why do you let them stay?
-Thee I'll chase hence, thou wolf in sheep's array.
-Out, tawny coats! out, scarlet hypocrite!
+Winchester goose, I cry, a rope! a rope!
+Now beat them hence; why do you let them stay?
+Thee I'll chase hence, thou wolf in sheep's array.
+Out, tawny coats! out, scarlet hypocrite!

Here GLOUCESTER's men beat out BISHOP OF WINCHESTER's men, and enter in the hurly- burly the Mayor of London and his Officers

Mayor
-Fie, lords! that you, being supreme magistrates,
-Thus contumeliously should break the peace!
+Fie, lords! that you, being supreme magistrates,
+Thus contumeliously should break the peace!
GLOUCESTER
-Peace, mayor! thou know'st little of my wrongs:
-Here's Beaufort, that regards nor God nor king,
-Hath here distrain'd the Tower to his use.
+Peace, mayor! thou know'st little of my wrongs:
+Here's Beaufort, that regards nor God nor king,
+Hath here distrain'd the Tower to his use.
BISHOP OF WINCHESTER
-Here's Gloucester, a foe to citizens,
-One that still motions war and never peace,
-O'ercharging your free purses with large fines,
-That seeks to overthrow religion,
-Because he is protector of the realm,
-And would have armour here out of the Tower,
-To crown himself king and suppress the prince.
+Here's Gloucester, a foe to citizens,
+One that still motions war and never peace,
+O'ercharging your free purses with large fines,
+That seeks to overthrow religion,
+Because he is protector of the realm,
+And would have armour here out of the Tower,
+To crown himself king and suppress the prince.
GLOUCESTER
-I will not answer thee with words, but blows.
+I will not answer thee with words, but blows.

Here they skirmish again

Mayor
-Naught rests for me in this tumultuous strife
-But to make open proclamation:
-Come, officer; as loud as e'er thou canst,
-Cry.
+Naught rests for me in this tumultuous strife
+But to make open proclamation:
+Come, officer; as loud as e'er thou canst,
+Cry.
Officer
-All manner of men assembled here in arms this day
-against God's peace and the king's, we charge and
-command you, in his highness' name, to repair to
-your several dwelling-places; and not to wear,
-handle, or use any sword, weapon, or dagger,
-henceforward, upon pain of death.
+All manner of men assembled here in arms this day
+against God's peace and the king's, we charge and
+command you, in his highness' name, to repair to
+your several dwelling-places; and not to wear,
+handle, or use any sword, weapon, or dagger,
+henceforward, upon pain of death.
GLOUCESTER
-Cardinal, I'll be no breaker of the law:
-But we shall meet, and break our minds at large.
+Cardinal, I'll be no breaker of the law:
+But we shall meet, and break our minds at large.
BISHOP OF WINCHESTER
-Gloucester, we will meet; to thy cost, be sure:
-Thy heart-blood I will have for this day's work.
+Gloucester, we will meet; to thy cost, be sure:
+Thy heart-blood I will have for this day's work.
Mayor
-I'll call for clubs, if you will not away.
-This cardinal's more haughty than the devil.
+I'll call for clubs, if you will not away.
+This cardinal's more haughty than the devil.
GLOUCESTER
-Mayor, farewell: thou dost but what thou mayst.
+Mayor, farewell: thou dost but what thou mayst.
BISHOP OF WINCHESTER
-Abominable Gloucester, guard thy head;
-For I intend to have it ere long.
+Abominable Gloucester, guard thy head;
+For I intend to have it ere long.

Exeunt, severally, GLOUCESTER and BISHOP OF WINCHESTER with their Serving-men

Mayor
-See the coast clear'd, and then we will depart.
-Good God, these nobles should such stomachs bear!
-I myself fight not once in forty year.
+See the coast clear'd, and then we will depart.
+Good God, these nobles should such stomachs bear!
+I myself fight not once in forty year.

Exeunt

From 1c01fcade4bcba6a47c2ce6e0a53ec08900a1e74 Mon Sep 17 00:00:00 2001 From: Douglas Smith Date: Thu, 13 Feb 2020 06:32:32 -0800 Subject: [PATCH 051/108] fixing an extra space. --- 1henryvi/1henryvi.1.3.html | 2 +- 1 file changed, 1 insertion(+), 1 deletion(-) diff --git a/1henryvi/1henryvi.1.3.html b/1henryvi/1henryvi.1.3.html index 5b856ce..8b570b0 100644 --- a/1henryvi/1henryvi.1.3.html +++ b/1henryvi/1henryvi.1.3.html @@ -159,7 +159,7 @@

SCENE III. London. Before the Tower.

Now beat them hence; why do you let them stay?
Thee I'll chase hence, thou wolf in sheep's array.
Out, tawny coats! out, scarlet hypocrite!
-

Here GLOUCESTER's men beat out BISHOP OF WINCHESTER's men, and enter in the hurly- burly the Mayor of London and his Officers

+

Here GLOUCESTER's men beat out BISHOP OF WINCHESTER's men, and enter in the hurly- burly the Mayor of London and his Officers

Mayor From eceaba03168ba735001492e960a0368173230203 Mon Sep 17 00:00:00 2001 From: Douglas Smith Date: Thu, 13 Feb 2020 06:38:57 -0800 Subject: [PATCH 052/108] fixing the bishop headers. --- 1henryvi/1henryvi.3.1.html | 32 ++++++++++---------------------- 1 file changed, 10 insertions(+), 22 deletions(-) diff --git a/1henryvi/1henryvi.3.1.html b/1henryvi/1henryvi.3.1.html index b2c7617..90a6050 100644 --- a/1henryvi/1henryvi.3.1.html +++ b/1henryvi/1henryvi.3.1.html @@ -26,11 +26,8 @@

SCENE I. London. The Parliament-house.

Flourish. Enter KING HENRY VI, EXETER, GLOUCESTER, WARWICK, SOMERSET, and SUFFOLK; the BISHOP OF WINCHESTER, RICHARD PLANTAGENET, and others. GLOUCESTER offers to put up a bill; BISHOP OF WINCHESTER snatches it, and tears it
-
-BISHOP
-
-OF WINCHESTER +BISHOP OF WINCHESTER
Comest thou with deep premeditated lines,
With written pamphlets studiously devised,
@@ -62,10 +59,9 @@

SCENE I. London. The Parliament-house.

Beside, I fear me, if thy thoughts were sifted,
The king, thy sovereign, is not quite exempt
From envious malice of thy swelling heart.
-BISHOP
-OF WINCHESTER +BISHOP OF WINCHESTER
Gloucester, I do defy thee. Lords, vouchsafe
To give me hearing what I shall reply.
@@ -88,10 +84,9 @@

SCENE I. London. The Parliament-house.

As good!
Thou bastard of my grandfather!
-BISHOP
-OF WINCHESTER +BISHOP OF WINCHESTER
Ay, lordly sir; for what are you, I pray,
But one imperious in another's throne?
@@ -100,10 +95,9 @@

SCENE I. London. The Parliament-house.

GLOUCESTER
Am I not protector, saucy priest?
-BISHOP
-OF WINCHESTER +BISHOP OF WINCHESTER
And am not I a prelate of the church?
@@ -112,10 +106,9 @@

SCENE I. London. The Parliament-house.

Yes, as an outlaw in a castle keeps
And useth it to patronage his theft.
-BISHOP
-OF WINCHESTER +BISHOP OF WINCHESTER
Unreverent Gloster!
@@ -124,10 +117,9 @@

SCENE I. London. The Parliament-house.

Thou art reverent
Touching thy spiritual function, not thy life.
-BISHOP
-OF WINCHESTER +BISHOP OF WINCHESTER
Rome shall remedy this.
@@ -269,10 +261,9 @@

SCENE I. London. The Parliament-house.

You see what mischief and what murder too
Hath been enacted through your enmity;
Then be at peace except ye thirst for blood.
-BISHOP
-OF WINCHESTER +BISHOP OF WINCHESTER
He shall submit, or I will never yield.
@@ -310,10 +301,9 @@

SCENE I. London. The Parliament-house.

Sweet king! the bishop hath a kindly gird.
For shame, my lord of Winchester, relent!
What, shall a child instruct you what to do?
-BISHOP
-OF WINCHESTER +BISHOP OF WINCHESTER
Well, Duke of Gloucester, I will yield to thee;
Love for thy love and hand for hand I give.
@@ -326,10 +316,9 @@

SCENE I. London. The Parliament-house.

This token serveth for a flag of truce
Betwixt ourselves and all our followers:
So help me God, as I dissemble not!
-BISHOP
-OF WINCHESTER +BISHOP OF WINCHESTER
[Aside] So help me God, as I intend it not!
@@ -373,10 +362,9 @@

SCENE I. London. The Parliament-house.

Let Richard be restored to his blood;
So shall his father's wrongs be recompensed.
-BISHOP
-OF WINCHESTER +BISHOP OF WINCHESTER
As will the rest, so willeth Winchester.
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SCENE I. London. The Parliament-house.

State holy or unhallow'd, what of that?
Is not his grace protector to the king?
-RICHARD
-PLANTAGENET +RICHARD PLANTAGENET
[Aside] Plantagenet, I see, must hold his tongue,
Lest it be said 'Speak, sirrah, when you should;
@@ -375,10 +374,9 @@

SCENE I. London. The Parliament-house.

But all the whole inheritance I give
That doth belong unto the house of York,
From whence you spring by lineal descent.
-RICHARD
-PLANTAGENET +RICHARD PLANTAGENET
Thy humble servant vows obedience
And humble service till the point of death.
@@ -391,10 +389,9 @@

SCENE I. London. The Parliament-house.

I gird thee with the valiant sword of York:
Rise Richard, like a true Plantagenet,
And rise created princely Duke of York.
-RICHARD
-PLANTAGENET +RICHARD PLANTAGENET
And so thrive Richard as thy foes may fall!
And as my duty springs, so perish they
@@ -451,6 +448,7 @@

SCENE I. London. The Parliament-house.

His days may finish ere that hapless time.

Exit

+
Shakespeare homepage @@ -464,4 +462,3 @@

SCENE I. London. The Parliament-house.

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SCENE I. London. The Parliament-house.

BISHOP OF WINCHESTER
-Comest thou with deep premeditated lines,
-With written pamphlets studiously devised,
-Humphrey of Gloucester? If thou canst accuse,
-Or aught intend'st to lay unto my charge,
-Do it without invention, suddenly;
+Comest thou with deep premeditated lines,
+With written pamphlets studiously devised,
+Humphrey of Gloucester? If thou canst accuse,
+Or aught intend'st to lay unto my charge,
+Do it without invention, suddenly;
As I with sudden and extemporal speech
-Purpose to answer what thou canst object.
+Purpose to answer what thou canst object.
GLOUCESTER
-Presumptuous priest! this place commands my patience,
-Or thou shouldst find thou hast dishonour'd me.
-Think not, although in writing I preferr'd
-The manner of thy vile outrageous crimes,
-That therefore I have forged, or am not able
-Verbatim to rehearse the method of my pen:
-No, prelate; such is thy audacious wickedness,
-Thy lewd, pestiferous and dissentious pranks,
-As very infants prattle of thy pride.
-Thou art a most pernicious usurer,
-Forward by nature, enemy to peace;
-Lascivious, wanton, more than well beseems
-A man of thy profession and degree;
-And for thy treachery, what's more manifest?
-In that thou laid'st a trap to take my life,
-As well at London bridge as at the Tower.
-Beside, I fear me, if thy thoughts were sifted,
-The king, thy sovereign, is not quite exempt
-From envious malice of thy swelling heart.
+Presumptuous priest! this place commands my patience,
+Or thou shouldst find thou hast dishonour'd me.
+Think not, although in writing I preferr'd
+The manner of thy vile outrageous crimes,
+That therefore I have forged, or am not able
+Verbatim to rehearse the method of my pen:
+No, prelate; such is thy audacious wickedness,
+Thy lewd, pestiferous and dissentious pranks,
+As very infants prattle of thy pride.
+Thou art a most pernicious usurer,
+Forward by nature, enemy to peace;
+Lascivious, wanton, more than well beseems
+A man of thy profession and degree;
+And for thy treachery, what's more manifest?
+In that thou laid'st a trap to take my life,
+As well at London bridge as at the Tower.
+Beside, I fear me, if thy thoughts were sifted,
+The king, thy sovereign, is not quite exempt
+From envious malice of thy swelling heart.
BISHOP OF WINCHESTER
-Gloucester, I do defy thee. Lords, vouchsafe
-To give me hearing what I shall reply.
-If I were covetous, ambitious or perverse,
-As he will have me, how am I so poor?
-Or how haps it I seek not to advance
-Or raise myself, but keep my wonted calling?
-And for dissension, who preferreth peace
-More than I do?--except I be provoked.
-No, my good lords, it is not that offends;
-It is not that that hath incensed the duke:
-It is, because no one should sway but he;
-No one but he should be about the king;
-And that engenders thunder in his breast
-And makes him roar these accusations forth.
-But he shall know I am as good--
+Gloucester, I do defy thee. Lords, vouchsafe
+To give me hearing what I shall reply.
+If I were covetous, ambitious or perverse,
+As he will have me, how am I so poor?
+Or how haps it I seek not to advance
+Or raise myself, but keep my wonted calling?
+And for dissension, who preferreth peace
+More than I do?--except I be provoked.
+No, my good lords, it is not that offends;
+It is not that that hath incensed the duke:
+It is, because no one should sway but he;
+No one but he should be about the king;
+And that engenders thunder in his breast
+And makes him roar these accusations forth.
+But he shall know I am as good--
GLOUCESTER
-As good!
-Thou bastard of my grandfather!
+As good!
+Thou bastard of my grandfather!
BISHOP OF WINCHESTER
-Ay, lordly sir; for what are you, I pray,
-But one imperious in another's throne?
+Ay, lordly sir; for what are you, I pray,
+But one imperious in another's throne?
GLOUCESTER
-Am I not protector, saucy priest?
+Am I not protector, saucy priest?
BISHOP OF WINCHESTER
-And am not I a prelate of the church?
+And am not I a prelate of the church?
GLOUCESTER
-Yes, as an outlaw in a castle keeps
-And useth it to patronage his theft.
+Yes, as an outlaw in a castle keeps
+And useth it to patronage his theft.
BISHOP OF WINCHESTER
-Unreverent Gloster!
+Unreverent Gloster!
GLOUCESTER
-Thou art reverent
-Touching thy spiritual function, not thy life.
+Thou art reverent
+Touching thy spiritual function, not thy life.
BISHOP OF WINCHESTER
-Rome shall remedy this.
+Rome shall remedy this.
WARWICK
-Roam thither, then.
+Roam thither, then.
SOMERSET
-My lord, it were your duty to forbear.
+My lord, it were your duty to forbear.
WARWICK
-Ay, see the bishop be not overborne.
+Ay, see the bishop be not overborne.
SOMERSET
-Methinks my lord should be religious
-And know the office that belongs to such.
+Methinks my lord should be religious
+And know the office that belongs to such.
WARWICK
-Methinks his lordship should be humbler;
-it fitteth not a prelate so to plead.
+Methinks his lordship should be humbler;
+it fitteth not a prelate so to plead.
SOMERSET
-Yes, when his holy state is touch'd so near.
+Yes, when his holy state is touch'd so near.
WARWICK
-State holy or unhallow'd, what of that?
-Is not his grace protector to the king?
+State holy or unhallow'd, what of that?
+Is not his grace protector to the king?
RICHARD PLANTAGENET
-[Aside] Plantagenet, I see, must hold his tongue,
-Lest it be said 'Speak, sirrah, when you should;
-Must your bold verdict enter talk with lords?'
-Else would I have a fling at Winchester.
+[Aside] Plantagenet, I see, must hold his tongue,
+Lest it be said 'Speak, sirrah, when you should;
+Must your bold verdict enter talk with lords?'
+Else would I have a fling at Winchester.
KING HENRY VI
-Uncles of Gloucester and of Winchester,
-The special watchmen of our English weal,
-I would prevail, if prayers might prevail,
-To join your hearts in love and amity.
-O, what a scandal is it to our crown,
-That two such noble peers as ye should jar!
-Believe me, lords, my tender years can tell
-Civil dissension is a viperous worm
-That gnaws the bowels of the commonwealth.
+Uncles of Gloucester and of Winchester,
+The special watchmen of our English weal,
+I would prevail, if prayers might prevail,
+To join your hearts in love and amity.
+O, what a scandal is it to our crown,
+That two such noble peers as ye should jar!
+Believe me, lords, my tender years can tell
+Civil dissension is a viperous worm
+That gnaws the bowels of the commonwealth.

A noise within, 'Down with the tawny-coats!'

-What tumult's this?
+What tumult's this?
WARWICK
-An uproar, I dare warrant,
-Begun through malice of the bishop's men.
+An uproar, I dare warrant,
+Begun through malice of the bishop's men.

A noise again, 'Stones! stones!' Enter Mayor

Mayor
-O, my good lords, and virtuous Henry,
-Pity the city of London, pity us!
-The bishop and the Duke of Gloucester's men,
-Forbidden late to carry any weapon,
-Have fill'd their pockets full of pebble stones
-And banding themselves in contrary parts
-Do pelt so fast at one another's pate
-That many have their giddy brains knock'd out:
-Our windows are broke down in every street
-And we for fear compell'd to shut our shops.
+O, my good lords, and virtuous Henry,
+Pity the city of London, pity us!
+The bishop and the Duke of Gloucester's men,
+Forbidden late to carry any weapon,
+Have fill'd their pockets full of pebble stones
+And banding themselves in contrary parts
+Do pelt so fast at one another's pate
+That many have their giddy brains knock'd out:
+Our windows are broke down in every street
+And we for fear compell'd to shut our shops.

Enter Serving-men, in skirmish, with bloody pates

KING HENRY VI
-We charge you, on allegiance to ourself,
-To hold your slaughtering hands and keep the peace.
-Pray, uncle Gloucester, mitigate this strife.
-First Serving-man Nay, if we be forbidden stones,
-We'll fall to it with our teeth.
-Second Serving-man Do what ye dare, we are as resolute.
+We charge you, on allegiance to ourself,
+To hold your slaughtering hands and keep the peace.
+Pray, uncle Gloucester, mitigate this strife.
+First Serving-man Nay, if we be forbidden stones,
+We'll fall to it with our teeth.
+Second Serving-man Do what ye dare, we are as resolute.

Skirmish again

GLOUCESTER
-You of my household, leave this peevish broil
-And set this unaccustom'd fight aside.
-Third Serving-man My lord, we know your grace to be a man
-Just and upright; and, for your royal birth,
-Inferior to none but to his majesty:
-And ere that we will suffer such a prince,
-So kind a father of the commonweal,
-To be disgraced by an inkhorn mate,
-We and our wives and children all will fight
-And have our bodies slaughtered by thy foes.
-First Serving-man Ay, and the very parings of our nails
-Shall pitch a field when we are dead.
+You of my household, leave this peevish broil
+And set this unaccustom'd fight aside.
+Third Serving-man My lord, we know your grace to be a man
+Just and upright; and, for your royal birth,
+Inferior to none but to his majesty:
+And ere that we will suffer such a prince,
+So kind a father of the commonweal,
+To be disgraced by an inkhorn mate,
+We and our wives and children all will fight
+And have our bodies slaughtered by thy foes.
+First Serving-man Ay, and the very parings of our nails
+Shall pitch a field when we are dead.

Begin again

GLOUCESTER
-Stay, stay, I say!
-And if you love me, as you say you do,
-Let me persuade you to forbear awhile.
+Stay, stay, I say!
+And if you love me, as you say you do,
+Let me persuade you to forbear awhile.
KING HENRY VI
-O, how this discord doth afflict my soul!
-Can you, my Lord of Winchester, behold
-My sighs and tears and will not once relent?
-Who should be pitiful, if you be not?
-Or who should study to prefer a peace.
-If holy churchmen take delight in broils?
+O, how this discord doth afflict my soul!
+Can you, my Lord of Winchester, behold
+My sighs and tears and will not once relent?
+Who should be pitiful, if you be not?
+Or who should study to prefer a peace.
+If holy churchmen take delight in broils?
WARWICK
-Yield, my lord protector; yield, Winchester;
-Except you mean with obstinate repulse
-To slay your sovereign and destroy the realm.
-You see what mischief and what murder too
-Hath been enacted through your enmity;
-Then be at peace except ye thirst for blood.
+Yield, my lord protector; yield, Winchester;
+Except you mean with obstinate repulse
+To slay your sovereign and destroy the realm.
+You see what mischief and what murder too
+Hath been enacted through your enmity;
+Then be at peace except ye thirst for blood.
BISHOP OF WINCHESTER
-He shall submit, or I will never yield.
+He shall submit, or I will never yield.
GLOUCESTER
-Compassion on the king commands me stoop;
-Or I would see his heart out, ere the priest
-Should ever get that privilege of me.
+Compassion on the king commands me stoop;
+Or I would see his heart out, ere the priest
+Should ever get that privilege of me.
WARWICK
-Behold, my Lord of Winchester, the duke
-Hath banish'd moody discontented fury,
-As by his smoothed brows it doth appear:
-Why look you still so stern and tragical?
+Behold, my Lord of Winchester, the duke
+Hath banish'd moody discontented fury,
+As by his smoothed brows it doth appear:
+Why look you still so stern and tragical?
GLOUCESTER
-Here, Winchester, I offer thee my hand.
+Here, Winchester, I offer thee my hand.
KING HENRY VI
-Fie, uncle Beaufort! I have heard you preach
-That malice was a great and grievous sin;
-And will not you maintain the thing you teach,
-But prove a chief offender in the same?
+Fie, uncle Beaufort! I have heard you preach
+That malice was a great and grievous sin;
+And will not you maintain the thing you teach,
+But prove a chief offender in the same?
WARWICK
-Sweet king! the bishop hath a kindly gird.
-For shame, my lord of Winchester, relent!
-What, shall a child instruct you what to do?
+Sweet king! the bishop hath a kindly gird.
+For shame, my lord of Winchester, relent!
+What, shall a child instruct you what to do?
BISHOP OF WINCHESTER
-Well, Duke of Gloucester, I will yield to thee;
-Love for thy love and hand for hand I give.
+Well, Duke of Gloucester, I will yield to thee;
+Love for thy love and hand for hand I give.
GLOUCESTER
-[Aside] Ay, but, I fear me, with a hollow heart.--
-See here, my friends and loving countrymen,
-This token serveth for a flag of truce
-Betwixt ourselves and all our followers:
-So help me God, as I dissemble not!
+[Aside] Ay, but, I fear me, with a hollow heart.--
+See here, my friends and loving countrymen,
+This token serveth for a flag of truce
+Betwixt ourselves and all our followers:
+So help me God, as I dissemble not!
BISHOP OF WINCHESTER
-[Aside] So help me God, as I intend it not!
+[Aside] So help me God, as I intend it not!
KING HENRY VI
-O, loving uncle, kind Duke of Gloucester,
-How joyful am I made by this contract!
-Away, my masters! trouble us no more;
-But join in friendship, as your lords have done.
-First Serving-man Content: I'll to the surgeon's.
-Second Serving-man And so will I.
-Third Serving-man And I will see what physic the tavern affords.
+O, loving uncle, kind Duke of Gloucester,
+How joyful am I made by this contract!
+Away, my masters! trouble us no more;
+But join in friendship, as your lords have done.
+First Serving-man Content: I'll to the surgeon's.
+Second Serving-man And so will I.
+Third Serving-man And I will see what physic the tavern affords.

Exeunt Serving-men, Mayor, & c

WARWICK
-Accept this scroll, most gracious sovereign,
-Which in the right of Richard Plantagenet
-We do exhibit to your majesty.
+Accept this scroll, most gracious sovereign,
+Which in the right of Richard Plantagenet
+We do exhibit to your majesty.
GLOUCESTER
-Well urged, my Lord of Warwick: or sweet prince,
-And if your grace mark every circumstance,
-You have great reason to do Richard right;
-Especially for those occasions
-At Eltham Place I told your majesty.
+Well urged, my Lord of Warwick: or sweet prince,
+And if your grace mark every circumstance,
+You have great reason to do Richard right;
+Especially for those occasions
+At Eltham Place I told your majesty.
KING HENRY VI
-And those occasions, uncle, were of force:
-Therefore, my loving lords, our pleasure is
-That Richard be restored to his blood.
+And those occasions, uncle, were of force:
+Therefore, my loving lords, our pleasure is
+That Richard be restored to his blood.
WARWICK
-Let Richard be restored to his blood;
-So shall his father's wrongs be recompensed.
+Let Richard be restored to his blood;
+So shall his father's wrongs be recompensed.
BISHOP OF WINCHESTER
-As will the rest, so willeth Winchester.
+As will the rest, so willeth Winchester.
KING HENRY VI
-If Richard will be true, not that alone
-But all the whole inheritance I give
-That doth belong unto the house of York,
-From whence you spring by lineal descent.
+If Richard will be true, not that alone
+But all the whole inheritance I give
+That doth belong unto the house of York,
+From whence you spring by lineal descent.
RICHARD PLANTAGENET
-Thy humble servant vows obedience
-And humble service till the point of death.
+Thy humble servant vows obedience
+And humble service till the point of death.
KING HENRY VI
-Stoop then and set your knee against my foot;
-And, in reguerdon of that duty done,
-I gird thee with the valiant sword of York:
-Rise Richard, like a true Plantagenet,
-And rise created princely Duke of York.
+Stoop then and set your knee against my foot;
+And, in reguerdon of that duty done,
+I gird thee with the valiant sword of York:
+Rise Richard, like a true Plantagenet,
+And rise created princely Duke of York.
RICHARD PLANTAGENET
-And so thrive Richard as thy foes may fall!
-And as my duty springs, so perish they
-That grudge one thought against your majesty!
+And so thrive Richard as thy foes may fall!
+And as my duty springs, so perish they
+That grudge one thought against your majesty!
ALL
-Welcome, high prince, the mighty Duke of York!
+Welcome, high prince, the mighty Duke of York!
SOMERSET
-[Aside] Perish, base prince, ignoble Duke of York!
+[Aside] Perish, base prince, ignoble Duke of York!
GLOUCESTER
-Now will it best avail your majesty
-To cross the seas and to be crown'd in France:
-The presence of a king engenders love
-Amongst his subjects and his loyal friends,
-As it disanimates his enemies.
+Now will it best avail your majesty
+To cross the seas and to be crown'd in France:
+The presence of a king engenders love
+Amongst his subjects and his loyal friends,
+As it disanimates his enemies.
KING HENRY VI
-When Gloucester says the word, King Henry goes;
-For friendly counsel cuts off many foes.
+When Gloucester says the word, King Henry goes;
+For friendly counsel cuts off many foes.
GLOUCESTER
-Your ships already are in readiness.
+Your ships already are in readiness.

Sennet. Flourish. Exeunt all but EXETER

EXETER
-Ay, we may march in England or in France,
-Not seeing what is likely to ensue.
-This late dissension grown betwixt the peers
-Burns under feigned ashes of forged love
-And will at last break out into a flame:
-As fester'd members rot but by degree,
-Till bones and flesh and sinews fall away,
-So will this base and envious discord breed.
-And now I fear that fatal prophecy
-Which in the time of Henry named the Fifth
-Was in the mouth of every sucking babe;
-That Henry born at Monmouth should win all
-And Henry born at Windsor lose all:
-Which is so plain that Exeter doth wish
-His days may finish ere that hapless time.
+Ay, we may march in England or in France,
+Not seeing what is likely to ensue.
+This late dissension grown betwixt the peers
+Burns under feigned ashes of forged love
+And will at last break out into a flame:
+As fester'd members rot but by degree,
+Till bones and flesh and sinews fall away,
+So will this base and envious discord breed.
+And now I fear that fatal prophecy
+Which in the time of Henry named the Fifth
+Was in the mouth of every sucking babe;
+That Henry born at Monmouth should win all
+And Henry born at Windsor lose all:
+Which is so plain that Exeter doth wish
+His days may finish ere that hapless time.

Exit

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SCENE IV. London. The Temple-garden.

Enter the Earls of SOMERSET, SUFFOLK, and WARWICK; RICHARD PLANTAGENET, VERNON, and another Lawyer
-
-RICHARD
-
-PLANTAGENET +RICHARD PLANTAGENET
Great lords and gentlemen, what means this silence?
Dare no man answer in a case of truth?
@@ -40,10 +37,9 @@

SCENE IV. London. The Temple-garden.

Within the Temple-hall we were too loud;
The garden here is more convenient.
-RICHARD
-PLANTAGENET +RICHARD PLANTAGENET
Then say at once if I maintain'd the truth;
Or else was wrangling Somerset in the error?
@@ -71,10 +67,9 @@

SCENE IV. London. The Temple-garden.

I have perhaps some shallow spirit of judgement;
But in these nice sharp quillets of the law,
Good faith, I am no wiser than a daw.
-RICHARD
-PLANTAGENET +RICHARD PLANTAGENET
Tut, tut, here is a mannerly forbearance:
The truth appears so naked on my side
@@ -86,10 +81,9 @@

SCENE IV. London. The Temple-garden.

And on my side it is so well apparell'd,
So clear, so shining and so evident
That it will glimmer through a blind man's eye.
-RICHARD
-PLANTAGENET +RICHARD PLANTAGENET
Since you are tongue-tied and so loath to speak,
In dumb significants proclaim your thoughts:
@@ -131,10 +125,9 @@

SCENE IV. London. The Temple-garden.

Good Master Vernon, it is well objected:
If I have fewest, I subscribe in silence.
-RICHARD
-PLANTAGENET +RICHARD PLANTAGENET
And I.
@@ -171,10 +164,9 @@

SCENE IV. London. The Temple-garden.

The argument you held was wrong in you:

To SOMERSET

In sign whereof I pluck a white rose too.
-RICHARD
-PLANTAGENET +RICHARD PLANTAGENET
Now, Somerset, where is your argument?
@@ -183,10 +175,9 @@

SCENE IV. London. The Temple-garden.

Here in my scabbard, meditating that
Shall dye your white rose in a bloody red.
-RICHARD
-PLANTAGENET +RICHARD PLANTAGENET
Meantime your cheeks do counterfeit our roses;
For pale they look with fear, as witnessing
@@ -199,10 +190,9 @@

SCENE IV. London. The Temple-garden.

'Tis not for fear but anger that thy cheeks
Blush for pure shame to counterfeit our roses,
And yet thy tongue will not confess thy error.
-RICHARD
-PLANTAGENET +RICHARD PLANTAGENET
Hath not thy rose a canker, Somerset?
@@ -210,10 +200,9 @@

SCENE IV. London. The Temple-garden.

SOMERSET
Hath not thy rose a thorn, Plantagenet?
-RICHARD
-PLANTAGENET +RICHARD PLANTAGENET
Ay, sharp and piercing, to maintain his truth;
Whiles thy consuming canker eats his falsehood.
@@ -224,10 +213,9 @@

SCENE IV. London. The Temple-garden.

Well, I'll find friends to wear my bleeding roses,
That shall maintain what I have said is true,
Where false Plantagenet dare not be seen.
-RICHARD
-PLANTAGENET +RICHARD PLANTAGENET
Now, by this maiden blossom in my hand,
I scorn thee and thy fashion, peevish boy.
@@ -236,10 +224,9 @@

SCENE IV. London. The Temple-garden.

SUFFOLK
Turn not thy scorns this way, Plantagenet.
-RICHARD
-PLANTAGENET +RICHARD PLANTAGENET
Proud Pole, I will, and scorn both him and thee.
@@ -261,10 +248,9 @@

SCENE IV. London. The Temple-garden.

His grandfather was Lionel Duke of Clarence,
Third son to the third Edward King of England:
Spring crestless yeomen from so deep a root?
-RICHARD
-PLANTAGENET +RICHARD PLANTAGENET
He bears him on the place's privilege,
Or durst not, for his craven heart, say thus.
@@ -280,10 +266,9 @@

SCENE IV. London. The Temple-garden.

Corrupted, and exempt from ancient gentry?
His trespass yet lives guilty in thy blood;
And, till thou be restored, thou art a yeoman.
-RICHARD
-PLANTAGENET +RICHARD PLANTAGENET
My father was attached, not attainted,
Condemn'd to die for treason, but no traitor;
@@ -300,10 +285,9 @@

SCENE IV. London. The Temple-garden.

Ah, thou shalt find us ready for thee still;
And know us by these colours for thy foes,
For these my friends in spite of thee shall wear.
-RICHARD
-PLANTAGENET +RICHARD PLANTAGENET
And, by my soul, this pale and angry rose,
As cognizance of my blood-drinking hate,
@@ -323,10 +307,9 @@

SCENE IV. London. The Temple-garden.

Have with thee, Pole. Farewell, ambitious Richard.

Exit

-RICHARD
-PLANTAGENET +RICHARD PLANTAGENET
How I am braved and must perforce endure it!
@@ -345,10 +328,9 @@

SCENE IV. London. The Temple-garden.

Grown to this faction in the Temple-garden,
Shall send between the red rose and the white
A thousand souls to death and deadly night.
-RICHARD
-PLANTAGENET +RICHARD PLANTAGENET
Good Master Vernon, I am bound to you,
That you on my behalf would pluck a flower.
@@ -362,16 +344,16 @@

SCENE IV. London. The Temple-garden.

Lawyer
And so will I.
-RICHARD
-PLANTAGENET +RICHARD PLANTAGENET
Thanks, gentle sir.
Come, let us four to dinner: I dare say
This quarrel will drink blood another day.

Exeunt

+
Shakespeare homepage @@ -385,4 +367,3 @@

SCENE IV. London. The Temple-garden.

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SCENE IV. London. The Temple-garden.

RICHARD PLANTAGENET
-Great lords and gentlemen, what means this silence?
-Dare no man answer in a case of truth?
+Great lords and gentlemen, what means this silence?
+Dare no man answer in a case of truth?
SUFFOLK
-Within the Temple-hall we were too loud;
-The garden here is more convenient.
+Within the Temple-hall we were too loud;
+The garden here is more convenient.
RICHARD PLANTAGENET
-Then say at once if I maintain'd the truth;
-Or else was wrangling Somerset in the error?
+Then say at once if I maintain'd the truth;
+Or else was wrangling Somerset in the error?
SUFFOLK
-Faith, I have been a truant in the law,
-And never yet could frame my will to it;
-And therefore frame the law unto my will.
+Faith, I have been a truant in the law,
+And never yet could frame my will to it;
+And therefore frame the law unto my will.
SOMERSET
-Judge you, my Lord of Warwick, then, between us.
+Judge you, my Lord of Warwick, then, between us.
WARWICK
-Between two hawks, which flies the higher pitch;
-Between two dogs, which hath the deeper mouth;
-Between two blades, which bears the better temper:
-Between two horses, which doth bear him best;
-Between two girls, which hath the merriest eye;
-I have perhaps some shallow spirit of judgement;
-But in these nice sharp quillets of the law,
-Good faith, I am no wiser than a daw.
+Between two hawks, which flies the higher pitch;
+Between two dogs, which hath the deeper mouth;
+Between two blades, which bears the better temper:
+Between two horses, which doth bear him best;
+Between two girls, which hath the merriest eye;
+I have perhaps some shallow spirit of judgement;
+But in these nice sharp quillets of the law,
+Good faith, I am no wiser than a daw.
RICHARD PLANTAGENET
-Tut, tut, here is a mannerly forbearance:
-The truth appears so naked on my side
-That any purblind eye may find it out.
+Tut, tut, here is a mannerly forbearance:
+The truth appears so naked on my side
+That any purblind eye may find it out.
SOMERSET
-And on my side it is so well apparell'd,
-So clear, so shining and so evident
-That it will glimmer through a blind man's eye.
+And on my side it is so well apparell'd,
+So clear, so shining and so evident
+That it will glimmer through a blind man's eye.
RICHARD PLANTAGENET
-Since you are tongue-tied and so loath to speak,
-In dumb significants proclaim your thoughts:
-Let him that is a true-born gentleman
-And stands upon the honour of his birth,
-If he suppose that I have pleaded truth,
-From off this brier pluck a white rose with me.
+Since you are tongue-tied and so loath to speak,
+In dumb significants proclaim your thoughts:
+Let him that is a true-born gentleman
+And stands upon the honour of his birth,
+If he suppose that I have pleaded truth,
+From off this brier pluck a white rose with me.
SOMERSET
-Let him that is no coward nor no flatterer,
-But dare maintain the party of the truth,
-Pluck a red rose from off this thorn with me.
+Let him that is no coward nor no flatterer,
+But dare maintain the party of the truth,
+Pluck a red rose from off this thorn with me.
WARWICK
-I love no colours, and without all colour
-Of base insinuating flattery
-I pluck this white rose with Plantagenet.
+I love no colours, and without all colour
+Of base insinuating flattery
+I pluck this white rose with Plantagenet.
SUFFOLK
-I pluck this red rose with young Somerset
-And say withal I think he held the right.
+I pluck this red rose with young Somerset
+And say withal I think he held the right.
VERNON
-Stay, lords and gentlemen, and pluck no more,
-Till you conclude that he upon whose side
-The fewest roses are cropp'd from the tree
-Shall yield the other in the right opinion.
+Stay, lords and gentlemen, and pluck no more,
+Till you conclude that he upon whose side
+The fewest roses are cropp'd from the tree
+Shall yield the other in the right opinion.
SOMERSET
-Good Master Vernon, it is well objected:
-If I have fewest, I subscribe in silence.
+Good Master Vernon, it is well objected:
+If I have fewest, I subscribe in silence.
RICHARD PLANTAGENET
-And I.
+And I.
VERNON
-Then for the truth and plainness of the case.
-I pluck this pale and maiden blossom here,
-Giving my verdict on the white rose side.
+Then for the truth and plainness of the case.
+I pluck this pale and maiden blossom here,
+Giving my verdict on the white rose side.
SOMERSET
-Prick not your finger as you pluck it off,
-Lest bleeding you do paint the white rose red
-And fall on my side so, against your will.
+Prick not your finger as you pluck it off,
+Lest bleeding you do paint the white rose red
+And fall on my side so, against your will.
VERNON
-If I my lord, for my opinion bleed,
-Opinion shall be surgeon to my hurt
-And keep me on the side where still I am.
+If I my lord, for my opinion bleed,
+Opinion shall be surgeon to my hurt
+And keep me on the side where still I am.
SOMERSET
-Well, well, come on: who else?
+Well, well, come on: who else?
Lawyer
-Unless my study and my books be false,
-The argument you held was wrong in you:
+Unless my study and my books be false,
+The argument you held was wrong in you:

To SOMERSET

-In sign whereof I pluck a white rose too.
+In sign whereof I pluck a white rose too.
RICHARD PLANTAGENET
-Now, Somerset, where is your argument?
+Now, Somerset, where is your argument?
SOMERSET
-Here in my scabbard, meditating that
-Shall dye your white rose in a bloody red.
+Here in my scabbard, meditating that
+Shall dye your white rose in a bloody red.
RICHARD PLANTAGENET
-Meantime your cheeks do counterfeit our roses;
-For pale they look with fear, as witnessing
-The truth on our side.
+Meantime your cheeks do counterfeit our roses;
+For pale they look with fear, as witnessing
+The truth on our side.
SOMERSET
-No, Plantagenet,
-'Tis not for fear but anger that thy cheeks
-Blush for pure shame to counterfeit our roses,
-And yet thy tongue will not confess thy error.
+No, Plantagenet,
+'Tis not for fear but anger that thy cheeks
+Blush for pure shame to counterfeit our roses,
+And yet thy tongue will not confess thy error.
RICHARD PLANTAGENET
-Hath not thy rose a canker, Somerset?
+Hath not thy rose a canker, Somerset?
SOMERSET
-Hath not thy rose a thorn, Plantagenet?
+Hath not thy rose a thorn, Plantagenet?
RICHARD PLANTAGENET
-Ay, sharp and piercing, to maintain his truth;
-Whiles thy consuming canker eats his falsehood.
+Ay, sharp and piercing, to maintain his truth;
+Whiles thy consuming canker eats his falsehood.
SOMERSET
-Well, I'll find friends to wear my bleeding roses,
-That shall maintain what I have said is true,
-Where false Plantagenet dare not be seen.
+Well, I'll find friends to wear my bleeding roses,
+That shall maintain what I have said is true,
+Where false Plantagenet dare not be seen.
RICHARD PLANTAGENET
-Now, by this maiden blossom in my hand,
-I scorn thee and thy fashion, peevish boy.
+Now, by this maiden blossom in my hand,
+I scorn thee and thy fashion, peevish boy.
SUFFOLK
-Turn not thy scorns this way, Plantagenet.
+Turn not thy scorns this way, Plantagenet.
RICHARD PLANTAGENET
-Proud Pole, I will, and scorn both him and thee.
+Proud Pole, I will, and scorn both him and thee.
SUFFOLK
-I'll turn my part thereof into thy throat.
+I'll turn my part thereof into thy throat.
SOMERSET
-Away, away, good William de la Pole!
-We grace the yeoman by conversing with him.
+Away, away, good William de la Pole!
+We grace the yeoman by conversing with him.
WARWICK
-Now, by God's will, thou wrong'st him, Somerset;
-His grandfather was Lionel Duke of Clarence,
-Third son to the third Edward King of England:
-Spring crestless yeomen from so deep a root?
+Now, by God's will, thou wrong'st him, Somerset;
+His grandfather was Lionel Duke of Clarence,
+Third son to the third Edward King of England:
+Spring crestless yeomen from so deep a root?
RICHARD PLANTAGENET
-He bears him on the place's privilege,
-Or durst not, for his craven heart, say thus.
+He bears him on the place's privilege,
+Or durst not, for his craven heart, say thus.
SOMERSET
-By him that made me, I'll maintain my words
-On any plot of ground in Christendom.
-Was not thy father, Richard Earl of Cambridge,
-For treason executed in our late king's days?
-And, by his treason, stand'st not thou attainted,
-Corrupted, and exempt from ancient gentry?
-His trespass yet lives guilty in thy blood;
-And, till thou be restored, thou art a yeoman.
+By him that made me, I'll maintain my words
+On any plot of ground in Christendom.
+Was not thy father, Richard Earl of Cambridge,
+For treason executed in our late king's days?
+And, by his treason, stand'st not thou attainted,
+Corrupted, and exempt from ancient gentry?
+His trespass yet lives guilty in thy blood;
+And, till thou be restored, thou art a yeoman.
RICHARD PLANTAGENET
-My father was attached, not attainted,
-Condemn'd to die for treason, but no traitor;
-And that I'll prove on better men than Somerset,
-Were growing time once ripen'd to my will.
-For your partaker Pole and you yourself,
-I'll note you in my book of memory,
-To scourge you for this apprehension:
-Look to it well and say you are well warn'd.
+My father was attached, not attainted,
+Condemn'd to die for treason, but no traitor;
+And that I'll prove on better men than Somerset,
+Were growing time once ripen'd to my will.
+For your partaker Pole and you yourself,
+I'll note you in my book of memory,
+To scourge you for this apprehension:
+Look to it well and say you are well warn'd.
SOMERSET
-Ah, thou shalt find us ready for thee still;
-And know us by these colours for thy foes,
-For these my friends in spite of thee shall wear.
+Ah, thou shalt find us ready for thee still;
+And know us by these colours for thy foes,
+For these my friends in spite of thee shall wear.
RICHARD PLANTAGENET
-And, by my soul, this pale and angry rose,
-As cognizance of my blood-drinking hate,
-Will I for ever and my faction wear,
-Until it wither with me to my grave
-Or flourish to the height of my degree.
+And, by my soul, this pale and angry rose,
+As cognizance of my blood-drinking hate,
+Will I for ever and my faction wear,
+Until it wither with me to my grave
+Or flourish to the height of my degree.
SUFFOLK
-Go forward and be choked with thy ambition!
-And so farewell until I meet thee next.
+Go forward and be choked with thy ambition!
+And so farewell until I meet thee next.

Exit

SOMERSET
-Have with thee, Pole. Farewell, ambitious Richard.
+Have with thee, Pole. Farewell, ambitious Richard.

Exit

RICHARD PLANTAGENET
-How I am braved and must perforce endure it!
+How I am braved and must perforce endure it!
WARWICK
-This blot that they object against your house
-Shall be wiped out in the next parliament
-Call'd for the truce of Winchester and Gloucester;
-And if thou be not then created York,
-I will not live to be accounted Warwick.
-Meantime, in signal of my love to thee,
-Against proud Somerset and William Pole,
-Will I upon thy party wear this rose:
-And here I prophesy: this brawl to-day,
-Grown to this faction in the Temple-garden,
-Shall send between the red rose and the white
-A thousand souls to death and deadly night.
+This blot that they object against your house
+Shall be wiped out in the next parliament
+Call'd for the truce of Winchester and Gloucester;
+And if thou be not then created York,
+I will not live to be accounted Warwick.
+Meantime, in signal of my love to thee,
+Against proud Somerset and William Pole,
+Will I upon thy party wear this rose:
+And here I prophesy: this brawl to-day,
+Grown to this faction in the Temple-garden,
+Shall send between the red rose and the white
+A thousand souls to death and deadly night.
RICHARD PLANTAGENET
-Good Master Vernon, I am bound to you,
-That you on my behalf would pluck a flower.
+Good Master Vernon, I am bound to you,
+That you on my behalf would pluck a flower.
VERNON
-In your behalf still will I wear the same.
+In your behalf still will I wear the same.
Lawyer
-And so will I.
+And so will I.
RICHARD PLANTAGENET
-Thanks, gentle sir.
-Come, let us four to dinner: I dare say
-This quarrel will drink blood another day.
+Thanks, gentle sir.
+Come, let us four to dinner: I dare say
+This quarrel will drink blood another day.

Exeunt

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SCENE III. Auvergne. The COUNTESS's castle.

Enter the COUNTESS and her Porter
-
-COUNTESS
-
-OF AUVERGNE +COUNTESS OF AUVERGNE
Porter, remember what I gave in charge;
And when you have done so, bring the keys to me.
@@ -40,10 +37,9 @@

SCENE III. Auvergne. The COUNTESS's castle.

Madam, I will.

Exit

-COUNTESS
-OF AUVERGNE +COUNTESS OF AUVERGNE
The plot is laid: if all things fall out right,
I shall as famous be by this exploit
@@ -60,10 +56,9 @@

SCENE III. Auvergne. The COUNTESS's castle.

Madam,
According as your ladyship desired,
By message craved, so is Lord Talbot come.
-COUNTESS
-OF AUVERGNE +COUNTESS OF AUVERGNE
And he is welcome. What! is this the man?
@@ -71,10 +66,9 @@

SCENE III. Auvergne. The COUNTESS's castle.

Messenger
Madam, it is.
-COUNTESS
-OF AUVERGNE +COUNTESS OF AUVERGNE
Is this the scourge of France?
Is this the Talbot, so much fear'd abroad
@@ -93,10 +87,9 @@

SCENE III. Auvergne. The COUNTESS's castle.

Madam, I have been bold to trouble you;
But since your ladyship is not at leisure,
I'll sort some other time to visit you.
-COUNTESS
-OF AUVERGNE +COUNTESS OF AUVERGNE
What means he now? Go ask him whither he goes.
@@ -112,10 +105,9 @@

SCENE III. Auvergne. The COUNTESS's castle.

Marry, for that she's in a wrong belief,
I go to certify her Talbot's here.

Re-enter Porter with keys

-COUNTESS
-OF AUVERGNE +COUNTESS OF AUVERGNE
If thou be he, then art thou prisoner.
@@ -123,10 +115,9 @@

SCENE III. Auvergne. The COUNTESS's castle.

TALBOT
Prisoner! to whom?
-COUNTESS
-OF AUVERGNE +COUNTESS OF AUVERGNE
To me, blood-thirsty lord;
And for that cause I trained thee to my house.
@@ -142,10 +133,9 @@

SCENE III. Auvergne. The COUNTESS's castle.

TALBOT
Ha, ha, ha!
-COUNTESS
-OF AUVERGNE +COUNTESS OF AUVERGNE
Laughest thou, wretch? thy mirth shall turn to moan.
@@ -155,10 +145,9 @@

SCENE III. Auvergne. The COUNTESS's castle.

I laugh to see your ladyship so fond
To think that you have aught but Talbot's shadow
Whereon to practise your severity.
-COUNTESS
-OF AUVERGNE +COUNTESS OF AUVERGNE
Why, art not thou the man?
@@ -166,10 +155,9 @@

SCENE III. Auvergne. The COUNTESS's castle.

TALBOT
I am indeed.
-COUNTESS
-OF AUVERGNE +COUNTESS OF AUVERGNE
Then have I substance too.
@@ -183,10 +171,9 @@

SCENE III. Auvergne. The COUNTESS's castle.

I tell you, madam, were the whole frame here,
It is of such a spacious lofty pitch,
Your roof were not sufficient to contain't.
-COUNTESS
-OF AUVERGNE +COUNTESS OF AUVERGNE
This is a riddling merchant for the nonce;
He will be here, and yet he is not here:
@@ -203,10 +190,9 @@

SCENE III. Auvergne. The COUNTESS's castle.

With which he yoketh your rebellious necks,
Razeth your cities and subverts your towns
And in a moment makes them desolate.
-COUNTESS
-OF AUVERGNE +COUNTESS OF AUVERGNE
Victorious Talbot! pardon my abuse:
I find thou art no less than fame hath bruited
@@ -226,15 +212,15 @@

SCENE III. Auvergne. The COUNTESS's castle.

But only, with your patience, that we may
Taste of your wine and see what cates you have;
For soldiers' stomachs always serve them well.
-COUNTESS
-OF AUVERGNE +COUNTESS OF AUVERGNE
With all my heart, and think me honoured
To feast so great a warrior in my house.

Exeunt

+
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SCENE III. Auvergne. The COUNTESS's castle.

COUNTESS OF AUVERGNE
-Porter, remember what I gave in charge;
-And when you have done so, bring the keys to me.
+Porter, remember what I gave in charge;
+And when you have done so, bring the keys to me.
Porter
-Madam, I will.
+Madam, I will.

Exit

COUNTESS OF AUVERGNE
-The plot is laid: if all things fall out right,
-I shall as famous be by this exploit
-As Scythian Tomyris by Cyrus' death.
-Great is the rumor of this dreadful knight,
-And his achievements of no less account:
-Fain would mine eyes be witness with mine ears,
-To give their censure of these rare reports.
+The plot is laid: if all things fall out right,
+I shall as famous be by this exploit
+As Scythian Tomyris by Cyrus' death.
+Great is the rumor of this dreadful knight,
+And his achievements of no less account:
+Fain would mine eyes be witness with mine ears,
+To give their censure of these rare reports.

Enter Messenger and TALBOT

Messenger
-Madam,
-According as your ladyship desired,
-By message craved, so is Lord Talbot come.
+Madam,
+According as your ladyship desired,
+By message craved, so is Lord Talbot come.
COUNTESS OF AUVERGNE
-And he is welcome. What! is this the man?
+And he is welcome. What! is this the man?
Messenger
-Madam, it is.
+Madam, it is.
COUNTESS OF AUVERGNE
- Is this the scourge of France?
-Is this the Talbot, so much fear'd abroad
-That with his name the mothers still their babes?
-I see report is fabulous and false:
-I thought I should have seen some Hercules,
-A second Hector, for his grim aspect,
-And large proportion of his strong-knit limbs.
-Alas, this is a child, a silly dwarf!
-It cannot be this weak and writhled shrimp
-Should strike such terror to his enemies.
+ Is this the scourge of France?
+Is this the Talbot, so much fear'd abroad
+That with his name the mothers still their babes?
+I see report is fabulous and false:
+I thought I should have seen some Hercules,
+A second Hector, for his grim aspect,
+And large proportion of his strong-knit limbs.
+Alas, this is a child, a silly dwarf!
+It cannot be this weak and writhled shrimp
+Should strike such terror to his enemies.
TALBOT
-Madam, I have been bold to trouble you;
-But since your ladyship is not at leisure,
-I'll sort some other time to visit you.
+Madam, I have been bold to trouble you;
+But since your ladyship is not at leisure,
+I'll sort some other time to visit you.
COUNTESS OF AUVERGNE
-What means he now? Go ask him whither he goes.
+What means he now? Go ask him whither he goes.
Messenger
-Stay, my Lord Talbot; for my lady craves
-To know the cause of your abrupt departure.
+Stay, my Lord Talbot; for my lady craves
+To know the cause of your abrupt departure.
TALBOT
-Marry, for that she's in a wrong belief,
-I go to certify her Talbot's here.
+Marry, for that she's in a wrong belief,
+I go to certify her Talbot's here.

Re-enter Porter with keys

COUNTESS OF AUVERGNE
-If thou be he, then art thou prisoner.
+If thou be he, then art thou prisoner.
TALBOT
-Prisoner! to whom?
+Prisoner! to whom?
COUNTESS OF AUVERGNE
-To me, blood-thirsty lord;
-And for that cause I trained thee to my house.
-Long time thy shadow hath been thrall to me,
-For in my gallery thy picture hangs:
-But now the substance shall endure the like,
-And I will chain these legs and arms of thine,
-That hast by tyranny these many years
-Wasted our country, slain our citizens
-And sent our sons and husbands captivate.
+To me, blood-thirsty lord;
+And for that cause I trained thee to my house.
+Long time thy shadow hath been thrall to me,
+For in my gallery thy picture hangs:
+But now the substance shall endure the like,
+And I will chain these legs and arms of thine,
+That hast by tyranny these many years
+Wasted our country, slain our citizens
+And sent our sons and husbands captivate.
TALBOT
-Ha, ha, ha!
+Ha, ha, ha!
COUNTESS OF AUVERGNE
-Laughest thou, wretch? thy mirth shall turn to moan.
+Laughest thou, wretch? thy mirth shall turn to moan.
TALBOT
-I laugh to see your ladyship so fond
-To think that you have aught but Talbot's shadow
-Whereon to practise your severity.
+I laugh to see your ladyship so fond
+To think that you have aught but Talbot's shadow
+Whereon to practise your severity.
COUNTESS OF AUVERGNE
-Why, art not thou the man?
+Why, art not thou the man?
TALBOT
-I am indeed.
+I am indeed.
COUNTESS OF AUVERGNE
-Then have I substance too.
+Then have I substance too.
TALBOT
-No, no, I am but shadow of myself:
-You are deceived, my substance is not here;
-For what you see is but the smallest part
-And least proportion of humanity:
-I tell you, madam, were the whole frame here,
-It is of such a spacious lofty pitch,
-Your roof were not sufficient to contain't.
+No, no, I am but shadow of myself:
+You are deceived, my substance is not here;
+For what you see is but the smallest part
+And least proportion of humanity:
+I tell you, madam, were the whole frame here,
+It is of such a spacious lofty pitch,
+Your roof were not sufficient to contain't.
COUNTESS OF AUVERGNE
-This is a riddling merchant for the nonce;
-He will be here, and yet he is not here:
-How can these contrarieties agree?
+This is a riddling merchant for the nonce;
+He will be here, and yet he is not here:
+How can these contrarieties agree?
TALBOT
-That will I show you presently.
+That will I show you presently.

Winds his horn. Drums strike up: a peal of ordnance. Enter soldiers

-How say you, madam? are you now persuaded
-That Talbot is but shadow of himself?
-These are his substance, sinews, arms and strength,
-With which he yoketh your rebellious necks,
-Razeth your cities and subverts your towns
-And in a moment makes them desolate.
+How say you, madam? are you now persuaded
+That Talbot is but shadow of himself?
+These are his substance, sinews, arms and strength,
+With which he yoketh your rebellious necks,
+Razeth your cities and subverts your towns
+And in a moment makes them desolate.
COUNTESS OF AUVERGNE
-Victorious Talbot! pardon my abuse:
-I find thou art no less than fame hath bruited
-And more than may be gather'd by thy shape.
-Let my presumption not provoke thy wrath;
-For I am sorry that with reverence
-I did not entertain thee as thou art.
+Victorious Talbot! pardon my abuse:
+I find thou art no less than fame hath bruited
+And more than may be gather'd by thy shape.
+Let my presumption not provoke thy wrath;
+For I am sorry that with reverence
+I did not entertain thee as thou art.
TALBOT
-Be not dismay'd, fair lady; nor misconstrue
-The mind of Talbot, as you did mistake
-The outward composition of his body.
-What you have done hath not offended me;
-Nor other satisfaction do I crave,
-But only, with your patience, that we may
-Taste of your wine and see what cates you have;
-For soldiers' stomachs always serve them well.
+Be not dismay'd, fair lady; nor misconstrue
+The mind of Talbot, as you did mistake
+The outward composition of his body.
+What you have done hath not offended me;
+Nor other satisfaction do I crave,
+But only, with your patience, that we may
+Taste of your wine and see what cates you have;
+For soldiers' stomachs always serve them well.
COUNTESS OF AUVERGNE
-With all my heart, and think me honoured
-To feast so great a warrior in my house.
+With all my heart, and think me honoured
+To feast so great a warrior in my house.

Exeunt

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SCENE V. The Tower of London.

MORTIMER
Richard Plantagenet, my friend, is he come?
-RICHARD
-PLANTAGENET +RICHARD PLANTAGENET
Ay, noble uncle, thus ignobly used,
Your nephew, late despised Richard, comes.
@@ -97,10 +96,9 @@

SCENE V. The Tower of London.

That I may kindly give one fainting kiss.
And now declare, sweet stem from York's great stock,
Why didst thou say, of late thou wert despised?
-RICHARD
-PLANTAGENET +RICHARD PLANTAGENET
First, lean thine aged back against mine arm;
And, in that ease, I'll tell thee my disease.
@@ -122,10 +120,9 @@

SCENE V. The Tower of London.

And hath detain'd me all my flowering youth
Within a loathsome dungeon, there to pine,
Was cursed instrument of his decease.
-RICHARD
-PLANTAGENET +RICHARD PLANTAGENET
Discover more at large what cause that was,
For I am ignorant and cannot guess.
@@ -165,10 +162,9 @@

SCENE V. The Tower of London.

But, as the rest, so fell that noble earl
And was beheaded. Thus the Mortimers,
In whom the tide rested, were suppress'd.
-RICHARD
-PLANTAGENET +RICHARD PLANTAGENET
Of which, my lord, your honour is the last.
@@ -179,10 +175,9 @@

SCENE V. The Tower of London.

And that my fainting words do warrant death;
Thou art my heir; the rest I wish thee gather:
But yet be wary in thy studious care.
-RICHARD
-PLANTAGENET +RICHARD PLANTAGENET
Thy grave admonishments prevail with me:
But yet, methinks, my father's execution
@@ -197,10 +192,9 @@

SCENE V. The Tower of London.

But now thy uncle is removing hence:
As princes do their courts, when they are cloy'd
With long continuance in a settled place.
-RICHARD
-PLANTAGENET +RICHARD PLANTAGENET
O, uncle, would some part of my young years
Might but redeem the passage of your age!
@@ -215,10 +209,9 @@

SCENE V. The Tower of London.

And so farewell, and fair be all thy hopes
And prosperous be thy life in peace and war!

Dies

-RICHARD
-PLANTAGENET +RICHARD PLANTAGENET
And peace, no war, befall thy parting soul!
In prison hast thou spent a pilgrimage
@@ -237,6 +230,8 @@

SCENE V. The Tower of London.

Either to be restored to my blood,
Or make my ill the advantage of my good.

Exit

+
+
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SCENE V. The Tower of London.

RICHARD PLANTAGENET
-Ay, noble uncle, thus ignobly used,
-Your nephew, late despised Richard, comes.
+Ay, noble uncle, thus ignobly used,
+Your nephew, late despised Richard, comes.
MORTIMER
-Direct mine arms I may embrace his neck,
-And in his bosom spend my latter gasp:
-O, tell me when my lips do touch his cheeks,
-That I may kindly give one fainting kiss.
-And now declare, sweet stem from York's great stock,
-Why didst thou say, of late thou wert despised?
+Direct mine arms I may embrace his neck,
+And in his bosom spend my latter gasp:
+O, tell me when my lips do touch his cheeks,
+That I may kindly give one fainting kiss.
+And now declare, sweet stem from York's great stock,
+Why didst thou say, of late thou wert despised?
RICHARD PLANTAGENET
-First, lean thine aged back against mine arm;
-And, in that ease, I'll tell thee my disease.
-This day, in argument upon a case,
-Some words there grew 'twixt Somerset and me;
-Among which terms he used his lavish tongue
-And did upbraid me with my father's death:
-Which obloquy set bars before my tongue,
-Else with the like I had requited him.
-Therefore, good uncle, for my father's sake,
-In honour of a true Plantagenet
-And for alliance sake, declare the cause
-My father, Earl of Cambridge, lost his head.
+First, lean thine aged back against mine arm;
+And, in that ease, I'll tell thee my disease.
+This day, in argument upon a case,
+Some words there grew 'twixt Somerset and me;
+Among which terms he used his lavish tongue
+And did upbraid me with my father's death:
+Which obloquy set bars before my tongue,
+Else with the like I had requited him.
+Therefore, good uncle, for my father's sake,
+In honour of a true Plantagenet
+And for alliance sake, declare the cause
+My father, Earl of Cambridge, lost his head.
MORTIMER
-That cause, fair nephew, that imprison'd me
-And hath detain'd me all my flowering youth
-Within a loathsome dungeon, there to pine,
-Was cursed instrument of his decease.
+That cause, fair nephew, that imprison'd me
+And hath detain'd me all my flowering youth
+Within a loathsome dungeon, there to pine,
+Was cursed instrument of his decease.
RICHARD PLANTAGENET
-Discover more at large what cause that was,
-For I am ignorant and cannot guess.
+Discover more at large what cause that was,
+For I am ignorant and cannot guess.
MORTIMER
-I will, if that my fading breath permit
-And death approach not ere my tale be done.
-Henry the Fourth, grandfather to this king,
-Deposed his nephew Richard, Edward's son,
-The first-begotten and the lawful heir,
-Of Edward king, the third of that descent:
-During whose reign the Percies of the north,
-Finding his usurpation most unjust,
-Endeavor'd my advancement to the throne:
-The reason moved these warlike lords to this
-Was, for that--young King Richard thus removed,
-Leaving no heir begotten of his body--
-I was the next by birth and parentage;
-For by my mother I derived am
-From Lionel Duke of Clarence, the third son
-To King Edward the Third; whereas he
-From John of Gaunt doth bring his pedigree,
-Being but fourth of that heroic line.
-But mark: as in this haughty attempt
-They laboured to plant the rightful heir,
-I lost my liberty and they their lives.
-Long after this, when Henry the Fifth,
-Succeeding his father Bolingbroke, did reign,
-Thy father, Earl of Cambridge, then derived
-From famous Edmund Langley, Duke of York,
-Marrying my sister that thy mother was,
-Again in pity of my hard distress
-Levied an army, weening to redeem
-And have install'd me in the diadem:
-But, as the rest, so fell that noble earl
-And was beheaded. Thus the Mortimers,
-In whom the tide rested, were suppress'd.
+I will, if that my fading breath permit
+And death approach not ere my tale be done.
+Henry the Fourth, grandfather to this king,
+Deposed his nephew Richard, Edward's son,
+The first-begotten and the lawful heir,
+Of Edward king, the third of that descent:
+During whose reign the Percies of the north,
+Finding his usurpation most unjust,
+Endeavor'd my advancement to the throne:
+The reason moved these warlike lords to this
+Was, for that--young King Richard thus removed,
+Leaving no heir begotten of his body--
+I was the next by birth and parentage;
+For by my mother I derived am
+From Lionel Duke of Clarence, the third son
+To King Edward the Third; whereas he
+From John of Gaunt doth bring his pedigree,
+Being but fourth of that heroic line.
+But mark: as in this haughty attempt
+They laboured to plant the rightful heir,
+I lost my liberty and they their lives.
+Long after this, when Henry the Fifth,
+Succeeding his father Bolingbroke, did reign,
+Thy father, Earl of Cambridge, then derived
+From famous Edmund Langley, Duke of York,
+Marrying my sister that thy mother was,
+Again in pity of my hard distress
+Levied an army, weening to redeem
+And have install'd me in the diadem:
+But, as the rest, so fell that noble earl
+And was beheaded. Thus the Mortimers,
+In whom the tide rested, were suppress'd.
RICHARD PLANTAGENET
-Of which, my lord, your honour is the last.
+Of which, my lord, your honour is the last.
MORTIMER
-True; and thou seest that I no issue have
-And that my fainting words do warrant death;
-Thou art my heir; the rest I wish thee gather:
-But yet be wary in thy studious care.
+True; and thou seest that I no issue have
+And that my fainting words do warrant death;
+Thou art my heir; the rest I wish thee gather:
+But yet be wary in thy studious care.
RICHARD PLANTAGENET
-Thy grave admonishments prevail with me:
-But yet, methinks, my father's execution
-Was nothing less than bloody tyranny.
+Thy grave admonishments prevail with me:
+But yet, methinks, my father's execution
+Was nothing less than bloody tyranny.
MORTIMER
-With silence, nephew, be thou politic:
-Strong-fixed is the house of Lancaster,
-And like a mountain, not to be removed.
-But now thy uncle is removing hence:
-As princes do their courts, when they are cloy'd
-With long continuance in a settled place.
+With silence, nephew, be thou politic:
+Strong-fixed is the house of Lancaster,
+And like a mountain, not to be removed.
+But now thy uncle is removing hence:
+As princes do their courts, when they are cloy'd
+With long continuance in a settled place.
RICHARD PLANTAGENET
-O, uncle, would some part of my young years
-Might but redeem the passage of your age!
+O, uncle, would some part of my young years
+Might but redeem the passage of your age!
MORTIMER
-Thou dost then wrong me, as that slaughterer doth
-Which giveth many wounds when one will kill.
-Mourn not, except thou sorrow for my good;
-Only give order for my funeral:
-And so farewell, and fair be all thy hopes
-And prosperous be thy life in peace and war!
+Thou dost then wrong me, as that slaughterer doth
+Which giveth many wounds when one will kill.
+Mourn not, except thou sorrow for my good;
+Only give order for my funeral:
+And so farewell, and fair be all thy hopes
+And prosperous be thy life in peace and war!

Dies

RICHARD PLANTAGENET
-And peace, no war, befall thy parting soul!
-In prison hast thou spent a pilgrimage
-And like a hermit overpass'd thy days.
-Well, I will lock his counsel in my breast;
-And what I do imagine let that rest.
-Keepers, convey him hence, and I myself
-Will see his burial better than his life.
+And peace, no war, befall thy parting soul!
+In prison hast thou spent a pilgrimage
+And like a hermit overpass'd thy days.
+Well, I will lock his counsel in my breast;
+And what I do imagine let that rest.
+Keepers, convey him hence, and I myself
+Will see his burial better than his life.

Exeunt Gaolers, bearing out the body of MORTIMER

-Here dies the dusky torch of Mortimer,
-Choked with ambition of the meaner sort:
-And for those wrongs, those bitter injuries,
-Which Somerset hath offer'd to my house:
-I doubt not but with honour to redress;
-And therefore haste I to the parliament,
-Either to be restored to my blood,
-Or make my ill the advantage of my good.
+Here dies the dusky torch of Mortimer,
+Choked with ambition of the meaner sort:
+And for those wrongs, those bitter injuries,
+Which Somerset hath offer'd to my house:
+I doubt not but with honour to redress;
+And therefore haste I to the parliament,
+Either to be restored to my blood,
+Or make my ill the advantage of my good.

Exit

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SCENE I. Paris. A hall of state.

GLOUCESTER
Lord bishop, set the crown upon his head.
-BISHOP
-OF WINCHESTER +BISHOP OF WINCHESTER
God save King Henry, of that name the sixth!
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SCENE I. Paris. A hall of state.

BISHOP OF WINCHESTER
-God save King Henry, of that name the sixth!
+God save King Henry, of that name the sixth!
GLOUCESTER
-Now, governor of Paris, take your oath,
-That you elect no other king but him;
-Esteem none friends but such as are his friends,
-And none your foes but such as shall pretend
-Malicious practises against his state:
-This shall ye do, so help you righteous God!
+Now, governor of Paris, take your oath,
+That you elect no other king but him;
+Esteem none friends but such as are his friends,
+And none your foes but such as shall pretend
+Malicious practises against his state:
+This shall ye do, so help you righteous God!

Enter FASTOLFE

FASTOLFE
-My gracious sovereign, as I rode from Calais,
-To haste unto your coronation,
-A letter was deliver'd to my hands,
-Writ to your grace from the Duke of Burgundy.
+My gracious sovereign, as I rode from Calais,
+To haste unto your coronation,
+A letter was deliver'd to my hands,
+Writ to your grace from the Duke of Burgundy.
TALBOT
-Shame to the Duke of Burgundy and thee!
-I vow'd, base knight, when I did meet thee next,
-To tear the garter from thy craven's leg,
+Shame to the Duke of Burgundy and thee!
+I vow'd, base knight, when I did meet thee next,
+To tear the garter from thy craven's leg,

Plucking it off

-Which I have done, because unworthily
-Thou wast installed in that high degree.
-Pardon me, princely Henry, and the rest
-This dastard, at the battle of Patay,
-When but in all I was six thousand strong
-And that the French were almost ten to one,
-Before we met or that a stroke was given,
-Like to a trusty squire did run away:
-In which assault we lost twelve hundred men;
-Myself and divers gentlemen beside
-Were there surprised and taken prisoners.
-Then judge, great lords, if I have done amiss;
-Or whether that such cowards ought to wear
-This ornament of knighthood, yea or no.
+Which I have done, because unworthily
+Thou wast installed in that high degree.
+Pardon me, princely Henry, and the rest
+This dastard, at the battle of Patay,
+When but in all I was six thousand strong
+And that the French were almost ten to one,
+Before we met or that a stroke was given,
+Like to a trusty squire did run away:
+In which assault we lost twelve hundred men;
+Myself and divers gentlemen beside
+Were there surprised and taken prisoners.
+Then judge, great lords, if I have done amiss;
+Or whether that such cowards ought to wear
+This ornament of knighthood, yea or no.
GLOUCESTER
-To say the truth, this fact was infamous
-And ill beseeming any common man,
-Much more a knight, a captain and a leader.
+To say the truth, this fact was infamous
+And ill beseeming any common man,
+Much more a knight, a captain and a leader.
TALBOT
-When first this order was ordain'd, my lords,
-Knights of the garter were of noble birth,
-Valiant and virtuous, full of haughty courage,
-Such as were grown to credit by the wars;
-Not fearing death, nor shrinking for distress,
-But always resolute in most extremes.
-He then that is not furnish'd in this sort
-Doth but usurp the sacred name of knight,
-Profaning this most honourable order,
-And should, if I were worthy to be judge,
-Be quite degraded, like a hedge-born swain
-That doth presume to boast of gentle blood.
+When first this order was ordain'd, my lords,
+Knights of the garter were of noble birth,
+Valiant and virtuous, full of haughty courage,
+Such as were grown to credit by the wars;
+Not fearing death, nor shrinking for distress,
+But always resolute in most extremes.
+He then that is not furnish'd in this sort
+Doth but usurp the sacred name of knight,
+Profaning this most honourable order,
+And should, if I were worthy to be judge,
+Be quite degraded, like a hedge-born swain
+That doth presume to boast of gentle blood.
KING HENRY VI
-Stain to thy countrymen, thou hear'st thy doom!
-Be packing, therefore, thou that wast a knight:
-Henceforth we banish thee, on pain of death.
+Stain to thy countrymen, thou hear'st thy doom!
+Be packing, therefore, thou that wast a knight:
+Henceforth we banish thee, on pain of death.

Exit FASTOLFE

-And now, my lord protector, view the letter
-Sent from our uncle Duke of Burgundy.
+And now, my lord protector, view the letter
+Sent from our uncle Duke of Burgundy.
GLOUCESTER
-What means his grace, that he hath changed his style?
-No more but, plain and bluntly, 'To the king!'
-Hath he forgot he is his sovereign?
-Or doth this churlish superscription
-Pretend some alteration in good will?
-What's here?
+What means his grace, that he hath changed his style?
+No more but, plain and bluntly, 'To the king!'
+Hath he forgot he is his sovereign?
+Or doth this churlish superscription
+Pretend some alteration in good will?
+What's here?

Reads

-'I have, upon especial cause,
-Moved with compassion of my country's wreck,
-Together with the pitiful complaints
-Of such as your oppression feeds upon,
-Forsaken your pernicious faction
-And join'd with Charles, the rightful King of France.'
-O monstrous treachery! can this be so,
-That in alliance, amity and oaths,
-There should be found such false dissembling guile?
+'I have, upon especial cause,
+Moved with compassion of my country's wreck,
+Together with the pitiful complaints
+Of such as your oppression feeds upon,
+Forsaken your pernicious faction
+And join'd with Charles, the rightful King of France.'
+O monstrous treachery! can this be so,
+That in alliance, amity and oaths,
+There should be found such false dissembling guile?
KING HENRY VI
-What! doth my uncle Burgundy revolt?
+What! doth my uncle Burgundy revolt?
GLOUCESTER
-He doth, my lord, and is become your foe.
+He doth, my lord, and is become your foe.
KING HENRY VI
-Is that the worst this letter doth contain?
+Is that the worst this letter doth contain?
GLOUCESTER
-It is the worst, and all, my lord, he writes.
+It is the worst, and all, my lord, he writes.
KING HENRY VI
-Why, then, Lord Talbot there shall talk with him
-And give him chastisement for this abuse.
-How say you, my lord? are you not content?
+Why, then, Lord Talbot there shall talk with him
+And give him chastisement for this abuse.
+How say you, my lord? are you not content?
TALBOT
-Content, my liege! yes, but that I am prevented,
-I should have begg'd I might have been employ'd.
+Content, my liege! yes, but that I am prevented,
+I should have begg'd I might have been employ'd.
KING HENRY VI
-Then gather strength and march unto him straight:
-Let him perceive how ill we brook his treason
-And what offence it is to flout his friends.
+Then gather strength and march unto him straight:
+Let him perceive how ill we brook his treason
+And what offence it is to flout his friends.
TALBOT
-I go, my lord, in heart desiring still
-You may behold confusion of your foes.
+I go, my lord, in heart desiring still
+You may behold confusion of your foes.

Exit

Enter VERNON and BASSET

VERNON
-Grant me the combat, gracious sovereign.
+Grant me the combat, gracious sovereign.
BASSET
-And me, my lord, grant me the combat too.
+And me, my lord, grant me the combat too.
YORK
-This is my servant: hear him, noble prince.
+This is my servant: hear him, noble prince.
SOMERSET
-And this is mine: sweet Henry, favour him.
+And this is mine: sweet Henry, favour him.
KING HENRY VI
-Be patient, lords; and give them leave to speak.
-Say, gentlemen, what makes you thus exclaim?
-And wherefore crave you combat? or with whom?
+Be patient, lords; and give them leave to speak.
+Say, gentlemen, what makes you thus exclaim?
+And wherefore crave you combat? or with whom?
VERNON
-With him, my lord; for he hath done me wrong.
+With him, my lord; for he hath done me wrong.
BASSET
-And I with him; for he hath done me wrong.
+And I with him; for he hath done me wrong.
KING HENRY VI
-What is that wrong whereof you both complain?
-First let me know, and then I'll answer you.
+What is that wrong whereof you both complain?
+First let me know, and then I'll answer you.
BASSET
-Crossing the sea from England into France,
-This fellow here, with envious carping tongue,
-Upbraided me about the rose I wear;
-Saying, the sanguine colour of the leaves
-Did represent my master's blushing cheeks,
-When stubbornly he did repugn the truth
-About a certain question in the law
-Argued betwixt the Duke of York and him;
-With other vile and ignominious terms:
-In confutation of which rude reproach
-And in defence of my lord's worthiness,
-I crave the benefit of law of arms.
+Crossing the sea from England into France,
+This fellow here, with envious carping tongue,
+Upbraided me about the rose I wear;
+Saying, the sanguine colour of the leaves
+Did represent my master's blushing cheeks,
+When stubbornly he did repugn the truth
+About a certain question in the law
+Argued betwixt the Duke of York and him;
+With other vile and ignominious terms:
+In confutation of which rude reproach
+And in defence of my lord's worthiness,
+I crave the benefit of law of arms.
VERNON
-And that is my petition, noble lord:
-For though he seem with forged quaint conceit
-To set a gloss upon his bold intent,
-Yet know, my lord, I was provoked by him;
-And he first took exceptions at this badge,
-Pronouncing that the paleness of this flower
-Bewray'd the faintness of my master's heart.
+And that is my petition, noble lord:
+For though he seem with forged quaint conceit
+To set a gloss upon his bold intent,
+Yet know, my lord, I was provoked by him;
+And he first took exceptions at this badge,
+Pronouncing that the paleness of this flower
+Bewray'd the faintness of my master's heart.
YORK
-Will not this malice, Somerset, be left?
+Will not this malice, Somerset, be left?
SOMERSET
-Your private grudge, my Lord of York, will out,
-Though ne'er so cunningly you smother it.
+Your private grudge, my Lord of York, will out,
+Though ne'er so cunningly you smother it.
KING HENRY VI
-Good Lord, what madness rules in brainsick men,
-When for so slight and frivolous a cause
-Such factious emulations shall arise!
-Good cousins both, of York and Somerset,
-Quiet yourselves, I pray, and be at peace.
+Good Lord, what madness rules in brainsick men,
+When for so slight and frivolous a cause
+Such factious emulations shall arise!
+Good cousins both, of York and Somerset,
+Quiet yourselves, I pray, and be at peace.
YORK
-Let this dissension first be tried by fight,
-And then your highness shall command a peace.
+Let this dissension first be tried by fight,
+And then your highness shall command a peace.
SOMERSET
-The quarrel toucheth none but us alone;
-Betwixt ourselves let us decide it then.
+The quarrel toucheth none but us alone;
+Betwixt ourselves let us decide it then.
YORK
-There is my pledge; accept it, Somerset.
+There is my pledge; accept it, Somerset.
VERNON
-Nay, let it rest where it began at first.
+Nay, let it rest where it began at first.
BASSET
-Confirm it so, mine honourable lord.
+Confirm it so, mine honourable lord.
GLOUCESTER
-Confirm it so! Confounded be your strife!
-And perish ye, with your audacious prate!
-Presumptuous vassals, are you not ashamed
-With this immodest clamorous outrage
-To trouble and disturb the king and us?
-And you, my lords, methinks you do not well
-To bear with their perverse objections;
-Much less to take occasion from their mouths
-To raise a mutiny betwixt yourselves:
-Let me persuade you take a better course.
+Confirm it so! Confounded be your strife!
+And perish ye, with your audacious prate!
+Presumptuous vassals, are you not ashamed
+With this immodest clamorous outrage
+To trouble and disturb the king and us?
+And you, my lords, methinks you do not well
+To bear with their perverse objections;
+Much less to take occasion from their mouths
+To raise a mutiny betwixt yourselves:
+Let me persuade you take a better course.
EXETER
-It grieves his highness: good my lords, be friends.
+It grieves his highness: good my lords, be friends.
KING HENRY VI
-Come hither, you that would be combatants:
-Henceforth I charge you, as you love our favour,
-Quite to forget this quarrel and the cause.
-And you, my lords, remember where we are,
-In France, amongst a fickle wavering nation:
-If they perceive dissension in our looks
-And that within ourselves we disagree,
-How will their grudging stomachs be provoked
-To wilful disobedience, and rebel!
-Beside, what infamy will there arise,
-When foreign princes shall be certified
-That for a toy, a thing of no regard,
-King Henry's peers and chief nobility
-Destroy'd themselves, and lost the realm of France!
-O, think upon the conquest of my father,
-My tender years, and let us not forego
-That for a trifle that was bought with blood
-Let me be umpire in this doubtful strife.
-I see no reason, if I wear this rose,
+Come hither, you that would be combatants:
+Henceforth I charge you, as you love our favour,
+Quite to forget this quarrel and the cause.
+And you, my lords, remember where we are,
+In France, amongst a fickle wavering nation:
+If they perceive dissension in our looks
+And that within ourselves we disagree,
+How will their grudging stomachs be provoked
+To wilful disobedience, and rebel!
+Beside, what infamy will there arise,
+When foreign princes shall be certified
+That for a toy, a thing of no regard,
+King Henry's peers and chief nobility
+Destroy'd themselves, and lost the realm of France!
+O, think upon the conquest of my father,
+My tender years, and let us not forego
+That for a trifle that was bought with blood
+Let me be umpire in this doubtful strife.
+I see no reason, if I wear this rose,

Putting on a red rose

-That any one should therefore be suspicious
-I more incline to Somerset than York:
-Both are my kinsmen, and I love them both:
-As well they may upbraid me with my crown,
-Because, forsooth, the king of Scots is crown'd.
-But your discretions better can persuade
-Than I am able to instruct or teach:
-And therefore, as we hither came in peace,
-So let us still continue peace and love.
-Cousin of York, we institute your grace
-To be our regent in these parts of France:
-And, good my Lord of Somerset, unite
-Your troops of horsemen with his bands of foot;
-And, like true subjects, sons of your progenitors,
-Go cheerfully together and digest.
-Your angry choler on your enemies.
-Ourself, my lord protector and the rest
-After some respite will return to Calais;
-From thence to England; where I hope ere long
-To be presented, by your victories,
-With Charles, Alencon and that traitorous rout.
+That any one should therefore be suspicious
+I more incline to Somerset than York:
+Both are my kinsmen, and I love them both:
+As well they may upbraid me with my crown,
+Because, forsooth, the king of Scots is crown'd.
+But your discretions better can persuade
+Than I am able to instruct or teach:
+And therefore, as we hither came in peace,
+So let us still continue peace and love.
+Cousin of York, we institute your grace
+To be our regent in these parts of France:
+And, good my Lord of Somerset, unite
+Your troops of horsemen with his bands of foot;
+And, like true subjects, sons of your progenitors,
+Go cheerfully together and digest.
+Your angry choler on your enemies.
+Ourself, my lord protector and the rest
+After some respite will return to Calais;
+From thence to England; where I hope ere long
+To be presented, by your victories,
+With Charles, Alencon and that traitorous rout.

Flourish. Exeunt all but YORK, WARWICK, EXETER and VERNON

WARWICK
-My Lord of York, I promise you, the king
-Prettily, methought, did play the orator.
+My Lord of York, I promise you, the king
+Prettily, methought, did play the orator.
YORK
-And so he did; but yet I like it not,
-In that he wears the badge of Somerset.
+And so he did; but yet I like it not,
+In that he wears the badge of Somerset.
WARWICK
-Tush, that was but his fancy, blame him not;
-I dare presume, sweet prince, he thought no harm.
+Tush, that was but his fancy, blame him not;
+I dare presume, sweet prince, he thought no harm.
YORK
-An if I wist he did,--but let it rest;
-Other affairs must now be managed.
+An if I wist he did,--but let it rest;
+Other affairs must now be managed.

Exeunt all but EXETER

EXETER
-Well didst thou, Richard, to suppress thy voice;
-For, had the passions of thy heart burst out,
-I fear we should have seen decipher'd there
-More rancorous spite, more furious raging broils,
-Than yet can be imagined or supposed.
-But howsoe'er, no simple man that sees
-This jarring discord of nobility,
-This shouldering of each other in the court,
-This factious bandying of their favourites,
-But that it doth presage some ill event.
-'Tis much when sceptres are in children's hands;
-But more when envy breeds unkind division;
-There comes the rain, there begins confusion.
+Well didst thou, Richard, to suppress thy voice;
+For, had the passions of thy heart burst out,
+I fear we should have seen decipher'd there
+More rancorous spite, more furious raging broils,
+Than yet can be imagined or supposed.
+But howsoe'er, no simple man that sees
+This jarring discord of nobility,
+This shouldering of each other in the court,
+This factious bandying of their favourites,
+But that it doth presage some ill event.
+'Tis much when sceptres are in children's hands;
+But more when envy breeds unkind division;
+There comes the rain, there begins confusion.

Exit

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SCENE I. London. The palace.

And safely brought to Dover; where inshipp'd
Commit them to the fortune of the sea.

Exeunt all but CARDINAL OF WINCHESTER and Legate

-CARDINAL
-OF WINCHESTER +CARDINAL OF WINCHESTER
Stay, my lord legate: you shall first receive
The sum of money which I promised
@@ -134,10 +133,9 @@

SCENE I. London. The palace.

Legate
I will attend upon your lordship's leisure.
-CARDINAL
-OF WINCHESTER +CARDINAL OF WINCHESTER
[Aside] Now Winchester will not submit, I trow,
Or be inferior to the proudest peer.
@@ -148,6 +146,7 @@

SCENE I. London. The palace.

Or sack this country with a mutiny.

Exeunt

+
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SCENE I. London. The palace.

CARDINAL OF WINCHESTER
-Stay, my lord legate: you shall first receive
-The sum of money which I promised
-Should be deliver'd to his holiness
-For clothing me in these grave ornaments.
+Stay, my lord legate: you shall first receive
+The sum of money which I promised
+Should be deliver'd to his holiness
+For clothing me in these grave ornaments.
Legate
-I will attend upon your lordship's leisure.
+I will attend upon your lordship's leisure.
CARDINAL OF WINCHESTER
-[Aside] Now Winchester will not submit, I trow,
-Or be inferior to the proudest peer.
-Humphrey of Gloucester, thou shalt well perceive
-That, neither in birth or for authority,
-The bishop will be overborne by thee:
-I'll either make thee stoop and bend thy knee,
-Or sack this country with a mutiny.
+[Aside] Now Winchester will not submit, I trow,
+Or be inferior to the proudest peer.
+Humphrey of Gloucester, thou shalt well perceive
+That, neither in birth or for authority,
+The bishop will be overborne by thee:
+I'll either make thee stoop and bend thy knee,
+Or sack this country with a mutiny.

Exeunt

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SCENE IV. Camp of the YORK in Anjou.

Break thou in pieces and consume to ashes,
Thou foul accursed minister of hell!

Enter CARDINAL OF WINCHESTER, attended

-CARDINAL
-OF WINCHESTER +CARDINAL OF WINCHESTER
Lord regent, I do greet your excellence
With letters of commission from the king.
@@ -281,10 +280,9 @@

SCENE IV. Camp of the YORK in Anjou.

Speak, Winchester; for boiling choler chokes
The hollow passage of my poison'd voice,
By sight of these our baleful enemies.
-CARDINAL
-OF WINCHESTER +CARDINAL OF WINCHESTER
Charles, and the rest, it is enacted thus:
That, in regard King Henry gives consent,
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SCENE IV. Camp of the YORK in Anjou.

CARDINAL OF WINCHESTER
-Lord regent, I do greet your excellence
-With letters of commission from the king.
-For know, my lords, the states of Christendom,
-Moved with remorse of these outrageous broils,
-Have earnestly implored a general peace
-Betwixt our nation and the aspiring French;
-And here at hand the Dauphin and his train
-Approacheth, to confer about some matter.
+Lord regent, I do greet your excellence
+With letters of commission from the king.
+For know, my lords, the states of Christendom,
+Moved with remorse of these outrageous broils,
+Have earnestly implored a general peace
+Betwixt our nation and the aspiring French;
+And here at hand the Dauphin and his train
+Approacheth, to confer about some matter.
YORK
- Is all our travail turn'd to this effect?
-After the slaughter of so many peers,
-So many captains, gentlemen and soldiers,
-That in this quarrel have been overthrown
-And sold their bodies for their country's benefit,
-Shall we at last conclude effeminate peace?
-Have we not lost most part of all the towns,
-By treason, falsehood and by treachery,
-Our great progenitors had conquered?
-O Warwick, Warwick! I foresee with grief
-The utter loss of all the realm of France.
+ Is all our travail turn'd to this effect?
+After the slaughter of so many peers,
+So many captains, gentlemen and soldiers,
+That in this quarrel have been overthrown
+And sold their bodies for their country's benefit,
+Shall we at last conclude effeminate peace?
+Have we not lost most part of all the towns,
+By treason, falsehood and by treachery,
+Our great progenitors had conquered?
+O Warwick, Warwick! I foresee with grief
+The utter loss of all the realm of France.
WARWICK
-Be patient, York: if we conclude a peace,
-It shall be with such strict and severe covenants
-As little shall the Frenchmen gain thereby.
+Be patient, York: if we conclude a peace,
+It shall be with such strict and severe covenants
+As little shall the Frenchmen gain thereby.

Enter CHARLES, ALENCON, BASTARD OF ORLEANS, REIGNIER, and others

CHARLES
-Since, lords of England, it is thus agreed
-That peaceful truce shall be proclaim'd in France,
-We come to be informed by yourselves
-What the conditions of that league must be.
+Since, lords of England, it is thus agreed
+That peaceful truce shall be proclaim'd in France,
+We come to be informed by yourselves
+What the conditions of that league must be.
YORK
-Speak, Winchester; for boiling choler chokes
-The hollow passage of my poison'd voice,
-By sight of these our baleful enemies.
+Speak, Winchester; for boiling choler chokes
+The hollow passage of my poison'd voice,
+By sight of these our baleful enemies.
CARDINAL OF WINCHESTER
-Charles, and the rest, it is enacted thus:
-That, in regard King Henry gives consent,
-Of mere compassion and of lenity,
-To ease your country of distressful war,
-And suffer you to breathe in fruitful peace,
-You shall become true liegemen to his crown:
-And Charles, upon condition thou wilt swear
-To pay him tribute, submit thyself,
-Thou shalt be placed as viceroy under him,
-And still enjoy thy regal dignity.
+Charles, and the rest, it is enacted thus:
+That, in regard King Henry gives consent,
+Of mere compassion and of lenity,
+To ease your country of distressful war,
+And suffer you to breathe in fruitful peace,
+You shall become true liegemen to his crown:
+And Charles, upon condition thou wilt swear
+To pay him tribute, submit thyself,
+Thou shalt be placed as viceroy under him,
+And still enjoy thy regal dignity.
ALENCON
-Must he be then as shadow of himself?
-Adorn his temples with a coronet,
-And yet, in substance and authority,
-Retain but privilege of a private man?
-This proffer is absurd and reasonless.
+Must he be then as shadow of himself?
+Adorn his temples with a coronet,
+And yet, in substance and authority,
+Retain but privilege of a private man?
+This proffer is absurd and reasonless.
CHARLES
-'Tis known already that I am possess'd
-With more than half the Gallian territories,
-And therein reverenced for their lawful king:
-Shall I, for lucre of the rest unvanquish'd,
-Detract so much from that prerogative,
-As to be call'd but viceroy of the whole?
-No, lord ambassador, I'll rather keep
-That which I have than, coveting for more,
-Be cast from possibility of all.
+'Tis known already that I am possess'd
+With more than half the Gallian territories,
+And therein reverenced for their lawful king:
+Shall I, for lucre of the rest unvanquish'd,
+Detract so much from that prerogative,
+As to be call'd but viceroy of the whole?
+No, lord ambassador, I'll rather keep
+That which I have than, coveting for more,
+Be cast from possibility of all.
YORK
-Insulting Charles! hast thou by secret means
-Used intercession to obtain a league,
-And, now the matter grows to compromise,
-Stand'st thou aloof upon comparison?
-Either accept the title thou usurp'st,
-Of benefit proceeding from our king
-And not of any challenge of desert,
-Or we will plague thee with incessant wars.
+Insulting Charles! hast thou by secret means
+Used intercession to obtain a league,
+And, now the matter grows to compromise,
+Stand'st thou aloof upon comparison?
+Either accept the title thou usurp'st,
+Of benefit proceeding from our king
+And not of any challenge of desert,
+Or we will plague thee with incessant wars.
REIGNIER
-My lord, you do not well in obstinacy
-To cavil in the course of this contract:
-If once it be neglected, ten to one
-We shall not find like opportunity.
+My lord, you do not well in obstinacy
+To cavil in the course of this contract:
+If once it be neglected, ten to one
+We shall not find like opportunity.
ALENCON
-To say the truth, it is your policy
-To save your subjects from such massacre
-And ruthless slaughters as are daily seen
-By our proceeding in hostility;
-And therefore take this compact of a truce,
-Although you break it when your pleasure serves.
+To say the truth, it is your policy
+To save your subjects from such massacre
+And ruthless slaughters as are daily seen
+By our proceeding in hostility;
+And therefore take this compact of a truce,
+Although you break it when your pleasure serves.
WARWICK
-How say'st thou, Charles? shall our condition stand?
+How say'st thou, Charles? shall our condition stand?
CHARLES
-It shall;
-Only reserved, you claim no interest
-In any of our towns of garrison.
+It shall;
+Only reserved, you claim no interest
+In any of our towns of garrison.
YORK
-Then swear allegiance to his majesty,
-As thou art knight, never to disobey
-Nor be rebellious to the crown of England,
-Thou, nor thy nobles, to the crown of England.
-So, now dismiss your army when ye please:
-Hang up your ensign, let your drums be still,
-For here we entertain a solemn peace.
+Then swear allegiance to his majesty,
+As thou art knight, never to disobey
+Nor be rebellious to the crown of England,
+Thou, nor thy nobles, to the crown of England.
+So, now dismiss your army when ye please:
+Hang up your ensign, let your drums be still,
+For here we entertain a solemn peace.

Exeunt

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SCENE V. London. The palace.

Margaret shall now be queen, and rule the king;
But I will rule both her, the king and realm.

Exit

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SCENE V. The same.

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SCENE VI. The same.

Flourish. Exeunt

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SCENE I. Before Orleans.

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SCENE II. France. Before Rouen.

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SCENE III. The plains near Rouen.

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SCENE IV. Paris. The palace.

Exeunt

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SCENE III. Plains in Gascony.

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SCENE IV. Other plains in Gascony.

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SCENE V. The English camp near Bourdeaux.

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SCENE VI. A field of battle.

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SCENE VII. Another part of the field.

Exeunt

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SCENE V. London. The palace.

Margaret shall now be queen, and rule the king;
But I will rule both her, the king and realm.

Exit

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+Act 1, Scene 1: Westminster Abbey.
+Act 1, Scene 2: France. Before Orleans.
+Act 1, Scene 3: London. Before the Tower.
+Act 1, Scene 4: Orleans.
+Act 1, Scene 5: The same.
+Act 1, Scene 6: The same.
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+Act 2, Scene 1: Before Orleans.
+Act 2, Scene 2: Orleans. Within the town.
+Act 2, Scene 3: Auvergne. The COUNTESS's castle.
+Act 2, Scene 4: London. The Temple-garden.
+Act 2, Scene 5: The Tower of London.
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+Act 3, Scene 1: London. The Parliament-house.
+Act 3, Scene 2: France. Before Rouen.
+Act 3, Scene 3: The plains near Rouen.
+Act 3, Scene 4: Paris. The palace.
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+Act 4, Scene 1: Paris. A hall of state.
+Act 4, Scene 2: Before Bourdeaux.
+Act 4, Scene 3: Plains in Gascony.
+Act 4, Scene 4: Other plains in Gascony.
+Act 4, Scene 5: The English camp near Bourdeaux.
+Act 4, Scene 6: A field of battle.
+Act 4, Scene 7: Another part of the field.
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+Act 5, Scene 1: London. The palace.
+Act 5, Scene 2: France. Plains in Anjou.
+Act 5, Scene 3: Before Angiers.
+Act 5, Scene 4: Camp of the YORK in Anjou.
+Act 5, Scene 5: London. The palace.
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-Act 1, Scene 1: Westminster Abbey.
-Act 1, Scene 2: France. Before Orleans.
-Act 1, Scene 3: London. Before the Tower.
-Act 1, Scene 4: Orleans.
-Act 1, Scene 5: The same.
-Act 1, Scene 6: The same.
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-Act 2, Scene 1: Before Orleans.
-Act 2, Scene 2: Orleans. Within the town.
-Act 2, Scene 3: Auvergne. The COUNTESS's castle.
-Act 2, Scene 4: London. The Temple-garden.
-Act 2, Scene 5: The Tower of London.
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-Act 3, Scene 1: London. The Parliament-house.
-Act 3, Scene 2: France. Before Rouen.
-Act 3, Scene 3: The plains near Rouen.
-Act 3, Scene 4: Paris. The palace.
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-Act 4, Scene 1: Paris. A hall of state.
-Act 4, Scene 2: Before Bourdeaux.
-Act 4, Scene 3: Plains in Gascony.
-Act 4, Scene 4: Other plains in Gascony.
-Act 4, Scene 5: The English camp near Bourdeaux.
-Act 4, Scene 6: A field of battle.
-Act 4, Scene 7: Another part of the field.
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-Act 5, Scene 1: London. The palace.
-Act 5, Scene 2: France. Plains in Anjou.
-Act 5, Scene 3: Before Angiers.
-Act 5, Scene 4: Camp of the YORK in Anjou.
-Act 5, Scene 5: London. The palace.
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SCENE VI. The same.

Come in, and let us banquet royally,
After this golden day of victory.

Flourish. Exeunt

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SCENE IV. Paris. The palace.

Well, miscreant, I'll be there as soon as you;
And, after, meet you sooner than you would.

Exeunt

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SCENE VII. Another part of the field.

And now to Paris, in this conquering vein:
All will be ours, now bloody Talbot's slain.

Exeunt

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SCENE I. Westminster Abbey.

Or shall we think the subtle-witted French
Conjurers and sorcerers, that afraid of him
By magic verses have contrived his end?
-BISHOP
-OF WINCHESTER +BISHOP OF WINCHESTER
He was a king bless'd of the King of kings.
Unto the French the dreadful judgement-day
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SCENE I. Westminster Abbey.

His thread of life had not so soon decay'd:
None do you like but an effeminate prince,
Whom, like a school-boy, you may over-awe.
-BISHOP
-OF WINCHESTER +BISHOP OF WINCHESTER
Gloucester, whate'er we like, thou art protector
And lookest to command the prince and realm.
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SCENE I. Westminster Abbey.

Wherewith you now bedew King Henry's hearse,
I must inform you of a dismal fight
Betwixt the stout Lord Talbot and the French.
-BISHOP
-OF WINCHESTER +BISHOP OF WINCHESTER
What! wherein Talbot overcame? is't so?
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SCENE I. Westminster Abbey.

Being ordain'd his special governor,
And for his safety there I'll best devise.

Exit

-BISHOP
-OF WINCHESTER +BISHOP OF WINCHESTER
Each hath his place and function to attend:
I am left out; for me nothing remains.
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SCENE III. London. Before the Tower.

Serving-Men Open the gates unto the lord protector,
Or we'll burst them open, if that you come not quickly.

Enter to the Protector at the Tower Gates BISHOP OF WINCHESTER and his men in tawny coats

-BISHOP
-OF WINCHESTER +BISHOP OF WINCHESTER
How now, ambitious Humphry! what means this?
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SCENE III. London. Before the Tower.

GLOUCESTER
Peel'd priest, dost thou command me to be shut out?
-BISHOP
-OF WINCHESTER +BISHOP OF WINCHESTER
I do, thou most usurping proditor,
And not protector, of the king or realm.
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SCENE III. London. Before the Tower.

Thou that givest whores indulgences to sin:
I'll canvass thee in thy broad cardinal's hat,
If thou proceed in this thy insolence.
-BISHOP
-OF WINCHESTER +BISHOP OF WINCHESTER
Nay, stand thou back, I will not budge a foot:
This be Damascus, be thou cursed Cain,
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SCENE III. London. Before the Tower.

I will not slay thee, but I'll drive thee back:
Thy scarlet robes as a child's bearing-cloth
I'll use to carry thee out of this place.
-BISHOP
-OF WINCHESTER +BISHOP OF WINCHESTER
Do what thou darest; I beard thee to thy face.
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SCENE III. London. Before the Tower.

Under my feet I stamp thy cardinal's hat:
In spite of pope or dignities of church,
Here by the cheeks I'll drag thee up and down.
-BISHOP
-OF WINCHESTER +BISHOP OF WINCHESTER
Gloucester, thou wilt answer this before the pope.
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SCENE III. London. Before the Tower.

Peace, mayor! thou know'st little of my wrongs:
Here's Beaufort, that regards nor God nor king,
Hath here distrain'd the Tower to his use.
-BISHOP
-OF WINCHESTER +BISHOP OF WINCHESTER
Here's Gloucester, a foe to citizens,
One that still motions war and never peace,
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SCENE III. London. Before the Tower.

Cardinal, I'll be no breaker of the law:
But we shall meet, and break our minds at large.
-BISHOP
-OF WINCHESTER +BISHOP OF WINCHESTER
Gloucester, we will meet; to thy cost, be sure:
Thy heart-blood I will have for this day's work.
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SCENE III. London. Before the Tower.

GLOUCESTER
Mayor, farewell: thou dost but what thou mayst.
-BISHOP
-OF WINCHESTER +BISHOP OF WINCHESTER
Abominable Gloucester, guard thy head;
For I intend to have it ere long.
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SCENE III. Auvergne. The COUNTESS's castle.

Enter the COUNTESS and her Porter
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-COUNTESS
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-OF AUVERGNE +COUNTESS OF AUVERGNE
Porter, remember what I gave in charge;
And when you have done so, bring the keys to me.
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SCENE III. Auvergne. The COUNTESS's castle.

Madam, I will.

Exit

-COUNTESS
-OF AUVERGNE +COUNTESS OF AUVERGNE
The plot is laid: if all things fall out right,
I shall as famous be by this exploit
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SCENE III. Auvergne. The COUNTESS's castle.

Madam,
According as your ladyship desired,
By message craved, so is Lord Talbot come.
-COUNTESS
-OF AUVERGNE +COUNTESS OF AUVERGNE
And he is welcome. What! is this the man?
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SCENE III. Auvergne. The COUNTESS's castle.

Messenger
Madam, it is.
-COUNTESS
-OF AUVERGNE +COUNTESS OF AUVERGNE
Is this the scourge of France?
Is this the Talbot, so much fear'd abroad
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SCENE III. Auvergne. The COUNTESS's castle.

Madam, I have been bold to trouble you;
But since your ladyship is not at leisure,
I'll sort some other time to visit you.
-COUNTESS
-OF AUVERGNE +COUNTESS OF AUVERGNE
What means he now? Go ask him whither he goes.
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SCENE III. Auvergne. The COUNTESS's castle.

Marry, for that she's in a wrong belief,
I go to certify her Talbot's here.

Re-enter Porter with keys

-COUNTESS
-OF AUVERGNE +COUNTESS OF AUVERGNE
If thou be he, then art thou prisoner.
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SCENE III. Auvergne. The COUNTESS's castle.

TALBOT
Prisoner! to whom?
-COUNTESS
-OF AUVERGNE +COUNTESS OF AUVERGNE
To me, blood-thirsty lord;
And for that cause I trained thee to my house.
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SCENE III. Auvergne. The COUNTESS's castle.

TALBOT
Ha, ha, ha!
-COUNTESS
-OF AUVERGNE +COUNTESS OF AUVERGNE
Laughest thou, wretch? thy mirth shall turn to moan.
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SCENE III. Auvergne. The COUNTESS's castle.

I laugh to see your ladyship so fond
To think that you have aught but Talbot's shadow
Whereon to practise your severity.
-COUNTESS
-OF AUVERGNE +COUNTESS OF AUVERGNE
Why, art not thou the man?
@@ -1686,10 +1663,9 @@

SCENE III. Auvergne. The COUNTESS's castle.

TALBOT
I am indeed.
-COUNTESS
-OF AUVERGNE +COUNTESS OF AUVERGNE
Then have I substance too.
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SCENE III. Auvergne. The COUNTESS's castle.

I tell you, madam, were the whole frame here,
It is of such a spacious lofty pitch,
Your roof were not sufficient to contain't.
-COUNTESS
-OF AUVERGNE +COUNTESS OF AUVERGNE
This is a riddling merchant for the nonce;
He will be here, and yet he is not here:
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SCENE III. Auvergne. The COUNTESS's castle.

With which he yoketh your rebellious necks,
Razeth your cities and subverts your towns
And in a moment makes them desolate.
-COUNTESS
-OF AUVERGNE +COUNTESS OF AUVERGNE
Victorious Talbot! pardon my abuse:
I find thou art no less than fame hath bruited
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SCENE III. Auvergne. The COUNTESS's castle.

But only, with your patience, that we may
Taste of your wine and see what cates you have;
For soldiers' stomachs always serve them well.
-COUNTESS
-OF AUVERGNE +COUNTESS OF AUVERGNE
With all my heart, and think me honoured
To feast so great a warrior in my house.
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SCENE IV. London. The Temple-garden.

Enter the Earls of SOMERSET, SUFFOLK, and WARWICK; RICHARD PLANTAGENET, VERNON, and another Lawyer
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-RICHARD
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-PLANTAGENET +RICHARD PLANTAGENET
Great lords and gentlemen, what means this silence?
Dare no man answer in a case of truth?
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SCENE IV. London. The Temple-garden.

Within the Temple-hall we were too loud;
The garden here is more convenient.
-RICHARD
-PLANTAGENET +RICHARD PLANTAGENET
Then say at once if I maintain'd the truth;
Or else was wrangling Somerset in the error?
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SCENE IV. London. The Temple-garden.

I have perhaps some shallow spirit of judgement;
But in these nice sharp quillets of the law,
Good faith, I am no wiser than a daw.
-RICHARD
-PLANTAGENET +RICHARD PLANTAGENET
Tut, tut, here is a mannerly forbearance:
The truth appears so naked on my side
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SCENE IV. London. The Temple-garden.

And on my side it is so well apparell'd,
So clear, so shining and so evident
That it will glimmer through a blind man's eye.
-RICHARD
-PLANTAGENET +RICHARD PLANTAGENET
Since you are tongue-tied and so loath to speak,
In dumb significants proclaim your thoughts:
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SCENE IV. London. The Temple-garden.

Good Master Vernon, it is well objected:
If I have fewest, I subscribe in silence.
-RICHARD
-PLANTAGENET +RICHARD PLANTAGENET
And I.
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SCENE IV. London. The Temple-garden.

The argument you held was wrong in you:

To SOMERSET

In sign whereof I pluck a white rose too.
-RICHARD
-PLANTAGENET +RICHARD PLANTAGENET
Now, Somerset, where is your argument?
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SCENE IV. London. The Temple-garden.

Here in my scabbard, meditating that
Shall dye your white rose in a bloody red.
-RICHARD
-PLANTAGENET +RICHARD PLANTAGENET
Meantime your cheeks do counterfeit our roses;
For pale they look with fear, as witnessing
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SCENE IV. London. The Temple-garden.

'Tis not for fear but anger that thy cheeks
Blush for pure shame to counterfeit our roses,
And yet thy tongue will not confess thy error.
-RICHARD
-PLANTAGENET +RICHARD PLANTAGENET
Hath not thy rose a canker, Somerset?
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SCENE IV. London. The Temple-garden.

SOMERSET
Hath not thy rose a thorn, Plantagenet?
-RICHARD
-PLANTAGENET +RICHARD PLANTAGENET
Ay, sharp and piercing, to maintain his truth;
Whiles thy consuming canker eats his falsehood.
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SCENE IV. London. The Temple-garden.

Well, I'll find friends to wear my bleeding roses,
That shall maintain what I have said is true,
Where false Plantagenet dare not be seen.
-RICHARD
-PLANTAGENET +RICHARD PLANTAGENET
Now, by this maiden blossom in my hand,
I scorn thee and thy fashion, peevish boy.
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SCENE IV. London. The Temple-garden.

SUFFOLK
Turn not thy scorns this way, Plantagenet.
-RICHARD
-PLANTAGENET +RICHARD PLANTAGENET
Proud Pole, I will, and scorn both him and thee.
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SCENE IV. London. The Temple-garden.

His grandfather was Lionel Duke of Clarence,
Third son to the third Edward King of England:
Spring crestless yeomen from so deep a root?
-RICHARD
-PLANTAGENET +RICHARD PLANTAGENET
He bears him on the place's privilege,
Or durst not, for his craven heart, say thus.
@@ -2013,10 +1972,9 @@

SCENE IV. London. The Temple-garden.

Corrupted, and exempt from ancient gentry?
His trespass yet lives guilty in thy blood;
And, till thou be restored, thou art a yeoman.
-RICHARD
-PLANTAGENET +RICHARD PLANTAGENET
My father was attached, not attainted,
Condemn'd to die for treason, but no traitor;
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SCENE IV. London. The Temple-garden.

Ah, thou shalt find us ready for thee still;
And know us by these colours for thy foes,
For these my friends in spite of thee shall wear.
-RICHARD
-PLANTAGENET +RICHARD PLANTAGENET
And, by my soul, this pale and angry rose,
As cognizance of my blood-drinking hate,
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SCENE IV. London. The Temple-garden.

Have with thee, Pole. Farewell, ambitious Richard.

Exit

-RICHARD
-PLANTAGENET +RICHARD PLANTAGENET
How I am braved and must perforce endure it!
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SCENE IV. London. The Temple-garden.

Grown to this faction in the Temple-garden,
Shall send between the red rose and the white
A thousand souls to death and deadly night.
-RICHARD
-PLANTAGENET +RICHARD PLANTAGENET
Good Master Vernon, I am bound to you,
That you on my behalf would pluck a flower.
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SCENE IV. London. The Temple-garden.

Lawyer
And so will I.
-RICHARD
-PLANTAGENET +RICHARD PLANTAGENET
Thanks, gentle sir.
Come, let us four to dinner: I dare say
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SCENE V. The Tower of London.

MORTIMER
Richard Plantagenet, my friend, is he come?
-RICHARD
-PLANTAGENET +RICHARD PLANTAGENET
Ay, noble uncle, thus ignobly used,
Your nephew, late despised Richard, comes.
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SCENE V. The Tower of London.

That I may kindly give one fainting kiss.
And now declare, sweet stem from York's great stock,
Why didst thou say, of late thou wert despised?
-RICHARD
-PLANTAGENET +RICHARD PLANTAGENET
First, lean thine aged back against mine arm;
And, in that ease, I'll tell thee my disease.
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SCENE V. The Tower of London.

And hath detain'd me all my flowering youth
Within a loathsome dungeon, there to pine,
Was cursed instrument of his decease.
-RICHARD
-PLANTAGENET +RICHARD PLANTAGENET
Discover more at large what cause that was,
For I am ignorant and cannot guess.
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SCENE V. The Tower of London.

But, as the rest, so fell that noble earl
And was beheaded. Thus the Mortimers,
In whom the tide rested, were suppress'd.
-RICHARD
-PLANTAGENET +RICHARD PLANTAGENET
Of which, my lord, your honour is the last.
@@ -2262,10 +2212,9 @@

SCENE V. The Tower of London.

And that my fainting words do warrant death;
Thou art my heir; the rest I wish thee gather:
But yet be wary in thy studious care.
-RICHARD
-PLANTAGENET +RICHARD PLANTAGENET
Thy grave admonishments prevail with me:
But yet, methinks, my father's execution
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SCENE V. The Tower of London.

But now thy uncle is removing hence:
As princes do their courts, when they are cloy'd
With long continuance in a settled place.
-RICHARD
-PLANTAGENET +RICHARD PLANTAGENET
O, uncle, would some part of my young years
Might but redeem the passage of your age!
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SCENE V. The Tower of London.

And so farewell, and fair be all thy hopes
And prosperous be thy life in peace and war!

Dies

-RICHARD
-PLANTAGENET +RICHARD PLANTAGENET
And peace, no war, befall thy parting soul!
In prison hast thou spent a pilgrimage
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SCENE I. London. The Parliament-house.

Flourish. Enter KING HENRY VI, EXETER, GLOUCESTER, WARWICK, SOMERSET, and SUFFOLK; the BISHOP OF WINCHESTER, RICHARD PLANTAGENET, and others. GLOUCESTER offers to put up a bill; BISHOP OF WINCHESTER snatches it, and tears it
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-BISHOP
-
-OF WINCHESTER +BISHOP OF WINCHESTER
Comest thou with deep premeditated lines,
With written pamphlets studiously devised,
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SCENE I. London. The Parliament-house.

Beside, I fear me, if thy thoughts were sifted,
The king, thy sovereign, is not quite exempt
From envious malice of thy swelling heart.
-BISHOP
-OF WINCHESTER +BISHOP OF WINCHESTER
Gloucester, I do defy thee. Lords, vouchsafe
To give me hearing what I shall reply.
@@ -2388,10 +2331,9 @@

SCENE I. London. The Parliament-house.

As good!
Thou bastard of my grandfather!
-BISHOP
-OF WINCHESTER +BISHOP OF WINCHESTER
Ay, lordly sir; for what are you, I pray,
But one imperious in another's throne?
@@ -2400,10 +2342,9 @@

SCENE I. London. The Parliament-house.

GLOUCESTER
Am I not protector, saucy priest?
-BISHOP
-OF WINCHESTER +BISHOP OF WINCHESTER
And am not I a prelate of the church?
@@ -2412,10 +2353,9 @@

SCENE I. London. The Parliament-house.

Yes, as an outlaw in a castle keeps
And useth it to patronage his theft.
-BISHOP
-OF WINCHESTER +BISHOP OF WINCHESTER
Unreverent Gloster!
@@ -2424,10 +2364,9 @@

SCENE I. London. The Parliament-house.

Thou art reverent
Touching thy spiritual function, not thy life.
-BISHOP
-OF WINCHESTER +BISHOP OF WINCHESTER
Rome shall remedy this.
@@ -2468,10 +2407,9 @@

SCENE I. London. The Parliament-house.

State holy or unhallow'd, what of that?
Is not his grace protector to the king?
-RICHARD
-PLANTAGENET +RICHARD PLANTAGENET
[Aside] Plantagenet, I see, must hold his tongue,
Lest it be said 'Speak, sirrah, when you should;
@@ -2569,10 +2507,9 @@

SCENE I. London. The Parliament-house.

You see what mischief and what murder too
Hath been enacted through your enmity;
Then be at peace except ye thirst for blood.
-BISHOP
-OF WINCHESTER +BISHOP OF WINCHESTER
He shall submit, or I will never yield.
@@ -2610,10 +2547,9 @@

SCENE I. London. The Parliament-house.

Sweet king! the bishop hath a kindly gird.
For shame, my lord of Winchester, relent!
What, shall a child instruct you what to do?
-BISHOP
-OF WINCHESTER +BISHOP OF WINCHESTER
Well, Duke of Gloucester, I will yield to thee;
Love for thy love and hand for hand I give.
@@ -2626,10 +2562,9 @@

SCENE I. London. The Parliament-house.

This token serveth for a flag of truce
Betwixt ourselves and all our followers:
So help me God, as I dissemble not!
-BISHOP
-OF WINCHESTER +BISHOP OF WINCHESTER
[Aside] So help me God, as I intend it not!
@@ -2673,10 +2608,9 @@

SCENE I. London. The Parliament-house.

Let Richard be restored to his blood;
So shall his father's wrongs be recompensed.
-BISHOP
-OF WINCHESTER +BISHOP OF WINCHESTER
As will the rest, so willeth Winchester.
@@ -2687,10 +2621,9 @@

SCENE I. London. The Parliament-house.

But all the whole inheritance I give
That doth belong unto the house of York,
From whence you spring by lineal descent.
-RICHARD
-PLANTAGENET +RICHARD PLANTAGENET
Thy humble servant vows obedience
And humble service till the point of death.
@@ -2703,10 +2636,9 @@

SCENE I. London. The Parliament-house.

I gird thee with the valiant sword of York:
Rise Richard, like a true Plantagenet,
And rise created princely Duke of York.
-RICHARD
-PLANTAGENET +RICHARD PLANTAGENET
And so thrive Richard as thy foes may fall!
And as my duty springs, so perish they
@@ -3406,10 +3338,9 @@

SCENE I. Paris. A hall of state.

GLOUCESTER
Lord bishop, set the crown upon his head.
-BISHOP
-OF WINCHESTER +BISHOP OF WINCHESTER
God save King Henry, of that name the sixth!
@@ -4558,10 +4489,9 @@

SCENE I. London. The palace.

And safely brought to Dover; where inshipp'd
Commit them to the fortune of the sea.

Exeunt all but CARDINAL OF WINCHESTER and Legate

-CARDINAL
-OF WINCHESTER +CARDINAL OF WINCHESTER
Stay, my lord legate: you shall first receive
The sum of money which I promised
@@ -4572,10 +4502,9 @@

SCENE I. London. The palace.

Legate
I will attend upon your lordship's leisure.
-CARDINAL
-OF WINCHESTER +CARDINAL OF WINCHESTER
[Aside] Now Winchester will not submit, I trow,
Or be inferior to the proudest peer.
@@ -5357,10 +5286,9 @@

SCENE IV. Camp of the YORK in Anjou.

Break thou in pieces and consume to ashes,
Thou foul accursed minister of hell!

Enter CARDINAL OF WINCHESTER, attended

-CARDINAL
-OF WINCHESTER +CARDINAL OF WINCHESTER
Lord regent, I do greet your excellence
With letters of commission from the king.
@@ -5408,10 +5336,9 @@

SCENE IV. Camp of the YORK in Anjou.

Speak, Winchester; for boiling choler chokes
The hollow passage of my poison'd voice,
By sight of these our baleful enemies.
-CARDINAL
-OF WINCHESTER +CARDINAL OF WINCHESTER
Charles, and the rest, it is enacted thus:
That, in regard King Henry gives consent,
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SCENE I. Westminster Abbey.

More dazzled and drove back his enemies
Than mid-day sun fierce bent against their faces.
What should I say? his deeds exceed all speech:
-He ne'er lift up his hand but conquered.
+He ne'er lift up his hand but conquered.
EXETER
-We mourn in black: why mourn we not in blood?
-Henry is dead and never shall revive:
-Upon a wooden coffin we attend,
-And death's dishonourable victory
-We with our stately presence glorify,
-Like captives bound to a triumphant car.
-What! shall we curse the planets of mishap
-That plotted thus our glory's overthrow?
-Or shall we think the subtle-witted French
-Conjurers and sorcerers, that afraid of him
-By magic verses have contrived his end?
+We mourn in black: why mourn we not in blood?
+Henry is dead and never shall revive:
+Upon a wooden coffin we attend,
+And death's dishonourable victory
+We with our stately presence glorify,
+Like captives bound to a triumphant car.
+What! shall we curse the planets of mishap
+That plotted thus our glory's overthrow?
+Or shall we think the subtle-witted French
+Conjurers and sorcerers, that afraid of him
+By magic verses have contrived his end?
BISHOP OF WINCHESTER
-He was a king bless'd of the King of kings.
-Unto the French the dreadful judgement-day
-So dreadful will not be as was his sight.
-The battles of the Lord of hosts he fought:
-The church's prayers made him so prosperous.
+He was a king bless'd of the King of kings.
+Unto the French the dreadful judgement-day
+So dreadful will not be as was his sight.
+The battles of the Lord of hosts he fought:
+The church's prayers made him so prosperous.
GLOUCESTER
-The church! where is it? Had not churchmen pray'd,
-His thread of life had not so soon decay'd:
-None do you like but an effeminate prince,
-Whom, like a school-boy, you may over-awe.
+The church! where is it? Had not churchmen pray'd,
+His thread of life had not so soon decay'd:
+None do you like but an effeminate prince,
+Whom, like a school-boy, you may over-awe.
BISHOP OF WINCHESTER
-Gloucester, whate'er we like, thou art protector
-And lookest to command the prince and realm.
-Thy wife is proud; she holdeth thee in awe,
-More than God or religious churchmen may.
+Gloucester, whate'er we like, thou art protector
+And lookest to command the prince and realm.
+Thy wife is proud; she holdeth thee in awe,
+More than God or religious churchmen may.
GLOUCESTER
-Name not religion, for thou lovest the flesh,
-And ne'er throughout the year to church thou go'st
-Except it be to pray against thy foes.
+Name not religion, for thou lovest the flesh,
+And ne'er throughout the year to church thou go'st
+Except it be to pray against thy foes.
BEDFORD
-Cease, cease these jars and rest your minds in peace:
-Let's to the altar: heralds, wait on us:
-Instead of gold, we'll offer up our arms:
-Since arms avail not now that Henry's dead.
-Posterity, await for wretched years,
-When at their mothers' moist eyes babes shall suck,
-Our isle be made a nourish of salt tears,
-And none but women left to wail the dead.
-Henry the Fifth, thy ghost I invocate:
-Prosper this realm, keep it from civil broils,
-Combat with adverse planets in the heavens!
-A far more glorious star thy soul will make
-Than Julius Caesar or bright--
+Cease, cease these jars and rest your minds in peace:
+Let's to the altar: heralds, wait on us:
+Instead of gold, we'll offer up our arms:
+Since arms avail not now that Henry's dead.
+Posterity, await for wretched years,
+When at their mothers' moist eyes babes shall suck,
+Our isle be made a nourish of salt tears,
+And none but women left to wail the dead.
+Henry the Fifth, thy ghost I invocate:
+Prosper this realm, keep it from civil broils,
+Combat with adverse planets in the heavens!
+A far more glorious star thy soul will make
+Than Julius Caesar or bright--

Enter a Messenger

Messenger
-My honourable lords, health to you all!
-Sad tidings bring I to you out of France,
-Of loss, of slaughter and discomfiture:
-Guienne, Champagne, Rheims, Orleans,
-Paris, Guysors, Poictiers, are all quite lost.
+My honourable lords, health to you all!
+Sad tidings bring I to you out of France,
+Of loss, of slaughter and discomfiture:
+Guienne, Champagne, Rheims, Orleans,
+Paris, Guysors, Poictiers, are all quite lost.
BEDFORD
-What say'st thou, man, before dead Henry's corse?
-Speak softly, or the loss of those great towns
-Will make him burst his lead and rise from death.
+What say'st thou, man, before dead Henry's corse?
+Speak softly, or the loss of those great towns
+Will make him burst his lead and rise from death.
GLOUCESTER
-Is Paris lost? is Rouen yielded up?
-If Henry were recall'd to life again,
-These news would cause him once more yield the ghost.
+Is Paris lost? is Rouen yielded up?
+If Henry were recall'd to life again,
+These news would cause him once more yield the ghost.
EXETER
-How were they lost? what treachery was used?
+How were they lost? what treachery was used?
Messenger
-No treachery; but want of men and money.
-Amongst the soldiers this is muttered,
-That here you maintain several factions,
-And whilst a field should be dispatch'd and fought,
-You are disputing of your generals:
-One would have lingering wars with little cost;
-Another would fly swift, but wanteth wings;
-A third thinks, without expense at all,
-By guileful fair words peace may be obtain'd.
-Awake, awake, English nobility!
-Let not sloth dim your horrors new-begot:
-Cropp'd are the flower-de-luces in your arms;
-Of England's coat one half is cut away.
+No treachery; but want of men and money.
+Amongst the soldiers this is muttered,
+That here you maintain several factions,
+And whilst a field should be dispatch'd and fought,
+You are disputing of your generals:
+One would have lingering wars with little cost;
+Another would fly swift, but wanteth wings;
+A third thinks, without expense at all,
+By guileful fair words peace may be obtain'd.
+Awake, awake, English nobility!
+Let not sloth dim your horrors new-begot:
+Cropp'd are the flower-de-luces in your arms;
+Of England's coat one half is cut away.
EXETER
-Were our tears wanting to this funeral,
-These tidings would call forth their flowing tides.
+Were our tears wanting to this funeral,
+These tidings would call forth their flowing tides.
BEDFORD
-Me they concern; Regent I am of France.
-Give me my steeled coat. I'll fight for France.
-Away with these disgraceful wailing robes!
-Wounds will I lend the French instead of eyes,
-To weep their intermissive miseries.
+Me they concern; Regent I am of France.
+Give me my steeled coat. I'll fight for France.
+Away with these disgraceful wailing robes!
+Wounds will I lend the French instead of eyes,
+To weep their intermissive miseries.

Enter to them another Messenger

Messenger
-Lords, view these letters full of bad mischance.
-France is revolted from the English quite,
-Except some petty towns of no import:
-The Dauphin Charles is crowned king of Rheims;
-The Bastard of Orleans with him is join'd;
-Reignier, Duke of Anjou, doth take his part;
-The Duke of Alencon flieth to his side.
+Lords, view these letters full of bad mischance.
+France is revolted from the English quite,
+Except some petty towns of no import:
+The Dauphin Charles is crowned king of Rheims;
+The Bastard of Orleans with him is join'd;
+Reignier, Duke of Anjou, doth take his part;
+The Duke of Alencon flieth to his side.
EXETER
-The Dauphin crowned king! all fly to him!
-O, whither shall we fly from this reproach?
+The Dauphin crowned king! all fly to him!
+O, whither shall we fly from this reproach?
GLOUCESTER
-We will not fly, but to our enemies' throats.
-Bedford, if thou be slack, I'll fight it out.
+We will not fly, but to our enemies' throats.
+Bedford, if thou be slack, I'll fight it out.
BEDFORD
-Gloucester, why doubt'st thou of my forwardness?
-An army have I muster'd in my thoughts,
-Wherewith already France is overrun.
+Gloucester, why doubt'st thou of my forwardness?
+An army have I muster'd in my thoughts,
+Wherewith already France is overrun.

Enter another Messenger

Messenger
-My gracious lords, to add to your laments,
-Wherewith you now bedew King Henry's hearse,
-I must inform you of a dismal fight
-Betwixt the stout Lord Talbot and the French.
+My gracious lords, to add to your laments,
+Wherewith you now bedew King Henry's hearse,
+I must inform you of a dismal fight
+Betwixt the stout Lord Talbot and the French.
BISHOP OF WINCHESTER
-What! wherein Talbot overcame? is't so?
+What! wherein Talbot overcame? is't so?
Messenger
-O, no; wherein Lord Talbot was o'erthrown:
-The circumstance I'll tell you more at large.
-The tenth of August last this dreadful lord,
-Retiring from the siege of Orleans,
-Having full scarce six thousand in his troop.
-By three and twenty thousand of the French
-Was round encompassed and set upon.
-No leisure had he to enrank his men;
-He wanted pikes to set before his archers;
-Instead whereof sharp stakes pluck'd out of hedges
-They pitched in the ground confusedly,
-To keep the horsemen off from breaking in.
-More than three hours the fight continued;
-Where valiant Talbot above human thought
-Enacted wonders with his sword and lance:
-Hundreds he sent to hell, and none durst stand him;
-Here, there, and every where, enraged he flew:
-The French exclaim'd, the devil was in arms;
-All the whole army stood agazed on him:
-His soldiers spying his undaunted spirit
-A Talbot! a Talbot! cried out amain
-And rush'd into the bowels of the battle.
-Here had the conquest fully been seal'd up,
-If Sir John Fastolfe had not play'd the coward:
-He, being in the vaward, placed behind
-With purpose to relieve and follow them,
-Cowardly fled, not having struck one stroke.
-Hence grew the general wreck and massacre;
-Enclosed were they with their enemies:
-A base Walloon, to win the Dauphin's grace,
-Thrust Talbot with a spear into the back,
-Whom all France with their chief assembled strength
-Durst not presume to look once in the face.
+O, no; wherein Lord Talbot was o'erthrown:
+The circumstance I'll tell you more at large.
+The tenth of August last this dreadful lord,
+Retiring from the siege of Orleans,
+Having full scarce six thousand in his troop.
+By three and twenty thousand of the French
+Was round encompassed and set upon.
+No leisure had he to enrank his men;
+He wanted pikes to set before his archers;
+Instead whereof sharp stakes pluck'd out of hedges
+They pitched in the ground confusedly,
+To keep the horsemen off from breaking in.
+More than three hours the fight continued;
+Where valiant Talbot above human thought
+Enacted wonders with his sword and lance:
+Hundreds he sent to hell, and none durst stand him;
+Here, there, and every where, enraged he flew:
+The French exclaim'd, the devil was in arms;
+All the whole army stood agazed on him:
+His soldiers spying his undaunted spirit
+A Talbot! a Talbot! cried out amain
+And rush'd into the bowels of the battle.
+Here had the conquest fully been seal'd up,
+If Sir John Fastolfe had not play'd the coward:
+He, being in the vaward, placed behind
+With purpose to relieve and follow them,
+Cowardly fled, not having struck one stroke.
+Hence grew the general wreck and massacre;
+Enclosed were they with their enemies:
+A base Walloon, to win the Dauphin's grace,
+Thrust Talbot with a spear into the back,
+Whom all France with their chief assembled strength
+Durst not presume to look once in the face.
BEDFORD
-Is Talbot slain? then I will slay myself,
-For living idly here in pomp and ease,
-Whilst such a worthy leader, wanting aid,
-Unto his dastard foemen is betray'd.
+Is Talbot slain? then I will slay myself,
+For living idly here in pomp and ease,
+Whilst such a worthy leader, wanting aid,
+Unto his dastard foemen is betray'd.
Messenger
-O no, he lives; but is took prisoner,
-And Lord Scales with him and Lord Hungerford:
-Most of the rest slaughter'd or took likewise.
+O no, he lives; but is took prisoner,
+And Lord Scales with him and Lord Hungerford:
+Most of the rest slaughter'd or took likewise.
BEDFORD
-His ransom there is none but I shall pay:
-I'll hale the Dauphin headlong from his throne:
-His crown shall be the ransom of my friend;
-Four of their lords I'll change for one of ours.
-Farewell, my masters; to my task will I;
-Bonfires in France forthwith I am to make,
-To keep our great Saint George's feast withal:
-Ten thousand soldiers with me I will take,
-Whose bloody deeds shall make all Europe quake.
+His ransom there is none but I shall pay:
+I'll hale the Dauphin headlong from his throne:
+His crown shall be the ransom of my friend;
+Four of their lords I'll change for one of ours.
+Farewell, my masters; to my task will I;
+Bonfires in France forthwith I am to make,
+To keep our great Saint George's feast withal:
+Ten thousand soldiers with me I will take,
+Whose bloody deeds shall make all Europe quake.
Messenger
-So you had need; for Orleans is besieged;
-The English army is grown weak and faint:
-The Earl of Salisbury craveth supply,
-And hardly keeps his men from mutiny,
-Since they, so few, watch such a multitude.
+So you had need; for Orleans is besieged;
+The English army is grown weak and faint:
+The Earl of Salisbury craveth supply,
+And hardly keeps his men from mutiny,
+Since they, so few, watch such a multitude.
EXETER
-Remember, lords, your oaths to Henry sworn,
-Either to quell the Dauphin utterly,
-Or bring him in obedience to your yoke.
+Remember, lords, your oaths to Henry sworn,
+Either to quell the Dauphin utterly,
+Or bring him in obedience to your yoke.
BEDFORD
-I do remember it; and here take my leave,
-To go about my preparation.
+I do remember it; and here take my leave,
+To go about my preparation.

Exit

GLOUCESTER
-I'll to the Tower with all the haste I can,
-To view the artillery and munition;
-And then I will proclaim young Henry king.
+I'll to the Tower with all the haste I can,
+To view the artillery and munition;
+And then I will proclaim young Henry king.

Exit

EXETER
-To Eltham will I, where the young king is,
-Being ordain'd his special governor,
-And for his safety there I'll best devise.
+To Eltham will I, where the young king is,
+Being ordain'd his special governor,
+And for his safety there I'll best devise.

Exit

BISHOP OF WINCHESTER
-Each hath his place and function to attend:
-I am left out; for me nothing remains.
-But long I will not be Jack out of office:
-The king from Eltham I intend to steal
-And sit at chiefest stern of public weal.
+Each hath his place and function to attend:
+I am left out; for me nothing remains.
+But long I will not be Jack out of office:
+The king from Eltham I intend to steal
+And sit at chiefest stern of public weal.

Exeunt

SCENE II. France. Before Orleans.

@@ -582,72 +582,72 @@

SCENE II. France. Before Orleans.

REIGNIER
-Shall we disturb him, since he keeps no mean?
+Shall we disturb him, since he keeps no mean?
ALENCON
-He may mean more than we poor men do know:
-These women are shrewd tempters with their tongues.
+He may mean more than we poor men do know:
+These women are shrewd tempters with their tongues.
REIGNIER
-My lord, where are you? what devise you on?
-Shall we give over Orleans, or no?
+My lord, where are you? what devise you on?
+Shall we give over Orleans, or no?
JOAN LA PUCELLE
-Why, no, I say, distrustful recreants!
-Fight till the last gasp; I will be your guard.
+Why, no, I say, distrustful recreants!
+Fight till the last gasp; I will be your guard.
CHARLES
-What she says I'll confirm: we'll fight it out.
+What she says I'll confirm: we'll fight it out.
JOAN LA PUCELLE
-Assign'd am I to be the English scourge.
-This night the siege assuredly I'll raise:
-Expect Saint Martin's summer, halcyon days,
-Since I have entered into these wars.
-Glory is like a circle in the water,
-Which never ceaseth to enlarge itself
-Till by broad spreading it disperse to nought.
-With Henry's death the English circle ends;
-Dispersed are the glories it included.
-Now am I like that proud insulting ship
-Which Caesar and his fortune bare at once.
+Assign'd am I to be the English scourge.
+This night the siege assuredly I'll raise:
+Expect Saint Martin's summer, halcyon days,
+Since I have entered into these wars.
+Glory is like a circle in the water,
+Which never ceaseth to enlarge itself
+Till by broad spreading it disperse to nought.
+With Henry's death the English circle ends;
+Dispersed are the glories it included.
+Now am I like that proud insulting ship
+Which Caesar and his fortune bare at once.
CHARLES
-Was Mahomet inspired with a dove?
-Thou with an eagle art inspired then.
-Helen, the mother of great Constantine,
-Nor yet Saint Philip's daughters, were like thee.
-Bright star of Venus, fall'n down on the earth,
-How may I reverently worship thee enough?
+Was Mahomet inspired with a dove?
+Thou with an eagle art inspired then.
+Helen, the mother of great Constantine,
+Nor yet Saint Philip's daughters, were like thee.
+Bright star of Venus, fall'n down on the earth,
+How may I reverently worship thee enough?
ALENCON
-Leave off delays, and let us raise the siege.
+Leave off delays, and let us raise the siege.
REIGNIER
-Woman, do what thou canst to save our honours;
-Drive them from Orleans and be immortalized.
+Woman, do what thou canst to save our honours;
+Drive them from Orleans and be immortalized.
CHARLES
-Presently we'll try: come, let's away about it:
-No prophet will I trust, if she prove false.
+Presently we'll try: come, let's away about it:
+No prophet will I trust, if she prove false.

Exeunt

SCENE III. London. Before the Tower.

@@ -723,156 +723,156 @@

SCENE III. London. Before the Tower.

BISHOP OF WINCHESTER
-How now, ambitious Humphry! what means this?
+How now, ambitious Humphry! what means this?
GLOUCESTER
-Peel'd priest, dost thou command me to be shut out?
+Peel'd priest, dost thou command me to be shut out?
BISHOP OF WINCHESTER
-I do, thou most usurping proditor,
-And not protector, of the king or realm.
+I do, thou most usurping proditor,
+And not protector, of the king or realm.
GLOUCESTER
-Stand back, thou manifest conspirator,
-Thou that contrivedst to murder our dead lord;
-Thou that givest whores indulgences to sin:
-I'll canvass thee in thy broad cardinal's hat,
-If thou proceed in this thy insolence.
+Stand back, thou manifest conspirator,
+Thou that contrivedst to murder our dead lord;
+Thou that givest whores indulgences to sin:
+I'll canvass thee in thy broad cardinal's hat,
+If thou proceed in this thy insolence.
BISHOP OF WINCHESTER
-Nay, stand thou back, I will not budge a foot:
-This be Damascus, be thou cursed Cain,
-To slay thy brother Abel, if thou wilt.
+Nay, stand thou back, I will not budge a foot:
+This be Damascus, be thou cursed Cain,
+To slay thy brother Abel, if thou wilt.
GLOUCESTER
-I will not slay thee, but I'll drive thee back:
-Thy scarlet robes as a child's bearing-cloth
-I'll use to carry thee out of this place.
+I will not slay thee, but I'll drive thee back:
+Thy scarlet robes as a child's bearing-cloth
+I'll use to carry thee out of this place.
BISHOP OF WINCHESTER
-Do what thou darest; I beard thee to thy face.
+Do what thou darest; I beard thee to thy face.
GLOUCESTER
-What! am I dared and bearded to my face?
-Draw, men, for all this privileged place;
-Blue coats to tawny coats. Priest, beware your beard,
-I mean to tug it and to cuff you soundly:
-Under my feet I stamp thy cardinal's hat:
-In spite of pope or dignities of church,
-Here by the cheeks I'll drag thee up and down.
+What! am I dared and bearded to my face?
+Draw, men, for all this privileged place;
+Blue coats to tawny coats. Priest, beware your beard,
+I mean to tug it and to cuff you soundly:
+Under my feet I stamp thy cardinal's hat:
+In spite of pope or dignities of church,
+Here by the cheeks I'll drag thee up and down.
BISHOP OF WINCHESTER
-Gloucester, thou wilt answer this before the pope.
+Gloucester, thou wilt answer this before the pope.
GLOUCESTER
-Winchester goose, I cry, a rope! a rope!
-Now beat them hence; why do you let them stay?
-Thee I'll chase hence, thou wolf in sheep's array.
-Out, tawny coats! out, scarlet hypocrite!
+Winchester goose, I cry, a rope! a rope!
+Now beat them hence; why do you let them stay?
+Thee I'll chase hence, thou wolf in sheep's array.
+Out, tawny coats! out, scarlet hypocrite!

Here GLOUCESTER's men beat out BISHOP OF WINCHESTER's men, and enter in the hurly- burly the Mayor of London and his Officers

Mayor
-Fie, lords! that you, being supreme magistrates,
-Thus contumeliously should break the peace!
+Fie, lords! that you, being supreme magistrates,
+Thus contumeliously should break the peace!
GLOUCESTER
-Peace, mayor! thou know'st little of my wrongs:
-Here's Beaufort, that regards nor God nor king,
-Hath here distrain'd the Tower to his use.
+Peace, mayor! thou know'st little of my wrongs:
+Here's Beaufort, that regards nor God nor king,
+Hath here distrain'd the Tower to his use.
BISHOP OF WINCHESTER
-Here's Gloucester, a foe to citizens,
-One that still motions war and never peace,
-O'ercharging your free purses with large fines,
-That seeks to overthrow religion,
-Because he is protector of the realm,
-And would have armour here out of the Tower,
-To crown himself king and suppress the prince.
+Here's Gloucester, a foe to citizens,
+One that still motions war and never peace,
+O'ercharging your free purses with large fines,
+That seeks to overthrow religion,
+Because he is protector of the realm,
+And would have armour here out of the Tower,
+To crown himself king and suppress the prince.
GLOUCESTER
-I will not answer thee with words, but blows.
+I will not answer thee with words, but blows.

Here they skirmish again

Mayor
-Naught rests for me in this tumultuous strife
-But to make open proclamation:
-Come, officer; as loud as e'er thou canst,
-Cry.
+Naught rests for me in this tumultuous strife
+But to make open proclamation:
+Come, officer; as loud as e'er thou canst,
+Cry.
Officer
-All manner of men assembled here in arms this day
-against God's peace and the king's, we charge and
-command you, in his highness' name, to repair to
-your several dwelling-places; and not to wear,
-handle, or use any sword, weapon, or dagger,
-henceforward, upon pain of death.
+All manner of men assembled here in arms this day
+against God's peace and the king's, we charge and
+command you, in his highness' name, to repair to
+your several dwelling-places; and not to wear,
+handle, or use any sword, weapon, or dagger,
+henceforward, upon pain of death.
GLOUCESTER
-Cardinal, I'll be no breaker of the law:
-But we shall meet, and break our minds at large.
+Cardinal, I'll be no breaker of the law:
+But we shall meet, and break our minds at large.
BISHOP OF WINCHESTER
-Gloucester, we will meet; to thy cost, be sure:
-Thy heart-blood I will have for this day's work.
+Gloucester, we will meet; to thy cost, be sure:
+Thy heart-blood I will have for this day's work.
Mayor
-I'll call for clubs, if you will not away.
-This cardinal's more haughty than the devil.
+I'll call for clubs, if you will not away.
+This cardinal's more haughty than the devil.
GLOUCESTER
-Mayor, farewell: thou dost but what thou mayst.
+Mayor, farewell: thou dost but what thou mayst.
BISHOP OF WINCHESTER
-Abominable Gloucester, guard thy head;
-For I intend to have it ere long.
+Abominable Gloucester, guard thy head;
+For I intend to have it ere long.

Exeunt, severally, GLOUCESTER and BISHOP OF WINCHESTER with their Serving-men

Mayor
-See the coast clear'd, and then we will depart.
-Good God, these nobles should such stomachs bear!
-I myself fight not once in forty year.
+See the coast clear'd, and then we will depart.
+Good God, these nobles should such stomachs bear!
+I myself fight not once in forty year.

Exeunt

SCENE IV. Orleans.

@@ -1019,46 +1019,46 @@

SCENE IV. Orleans.

Whilst any trump did sound, or drum struck up,
His sword did ne'er leave striking in the field.
Yet livest thou, Salisbury? though thy speech doth fail,
-One eye thou hast, to look to heaven for grace:
-The sun with one eye vieweth all the world.
-Heaven, be thou gracious to none alive,
-If Salisbury wants mercy at thy hands!
-Bear hence his body; I will help to bury it.
-Sir Thomas Gargrave, hast thou any life?
-Speak unto Talbot; nay, look up to him.
-Salisbury, cheer thy spirit with this comfort;
-Thou shalt not die whiles--
-He beckons with his hand and smiles on me.
-As who should say 'When I am dead and gone,
-Remember to avenge me on the French.'
-Plantagenet, I will; and like thee, Nero,
-Play on the lute, beholding the towns burn:
-Wretched shall France be only in my name.
+One eye thou hast, to look to heaven for grace:
+The sun with one eye vieweth all the world.
+Heaven, be thou gracious to none alive,
+If Salisbury wants mercy at thy hands!
+Bear hence his body; I will help to bury it.
+Sir Thomas Gargrave, hast thou any life?
+Speak unto Talbot; nay, look up to him.
+Salisbury, cheer thy spirit with this comfort;
+Thou shalt not die whiles--
+He beckons with his hand and smiles on me.
+As who should say 'When I am dead and gone,
+Remember to avenge me on the French.'
+Plantagenet, I will; and like thee, Nero,
+Play on the lute, beholding the towns burn:
+Wretched shall France be only in my name.

Here an alarum, and it thunders and lightens

-What stir is this? what tumult's in the heavens?
-Whence cometh this alarum and the noise?
+What stir is this? what tumult's in the heavens?
+Whence cometh this alarum and the noise?

Enter a Messenger

Messenger
-My lord, my lord, the French have gathered head:
-The Dauphin, with one Joan la Pucelle join'd,
-A holy prophetess new risen up,
-Is come with a great power to raise the siege.
+My lord, my lord, the French have gathered head:
+The Dauphin, with one Joan la Pucelle join'd,
+A holy prophetess new risen up,
+Is come with a great power to raise the siege.

Here SALISBURY lifteth himself up and groans

TALBOT
-Hear, hear how dying Salisbury doth groan!
-It irks his heart he cannot be revenged.
-Frenchmen, I'll be a Salisbury to you:
-Pucelle or puzzel, dolphin or dogfish,
-Your hearts I'll stamp out with my horse's heels,
-And make a quagmire of your mingled brains.
-Convey me Salisbury into his tent,
-And then we'll try what these dastard Frenchmen dare.
+Hear, hear how dying Salisbury doth groan!
+It irks his heart he cannot be revenged.
+Frenchmen, I'll be a Salisbury to you:
+Pucelle or puzzel, dolphin or dogfish,
+Your hearts I'll stamp out with my horse's heels,
+And make a quagmire of your mingled brains.
+Convey me Salisbury into his tent,
+And then we'll try what these dastard Frenchmen dare.

Alarum. Exeunt

SCENE V. The same.

@@ -1537,195 +1537,195 @@

SCENE III. Auvergne. The COUNTESS's castle.

COUNTESS OF AUVERGNE
-Porter, remember what I gave in charge;
-And when you have done so, bring the keys to me.
+Porter, remember what I gave in charge;
+And when you have done so, bring the keys to me.
Porter
-Madam, I will.
+Madam, I will.

Exit

COUNTESS OF AUVERGNE
-The plot is laid: if all things fall out right,
-I shall as famous be by this exploit
-As Scythian Tomyris by Cyrus' death.
-Great is the rumor of this dreadful knight,
-And his achievements of no less account:
-Fain would mine eyes be witness with mine ears,
-To give their censure of these rare reports.
+The plot is laid: if all things fall out right,
+I shall as famous be by this exploit
+As Scythian Tomyris by Cyrus' death.
+Great is the rumor of this dreadful knight,
+And his achievements of no less account:
+Fain would mine eyes be witness with mine ears,
+To give their censure of these rare reports.

Enter Messenger and TALBOT

Messenger
-Madam,
-According as your ladyship desired,
-By message craved, so is Lord Talbot come.
+Madam,
+According as your ladyship desired,
+By message craved, so is Lord Talbot come.
COUNTESS OF AUVERGNE
-And he is welcome. What! is this the man?
+And he is welcome. What! is this the man?
Messenger
-Madam, it is.
+Madam, it is.
COUNTESS OF AUVERGNE
- Is this the scourge of France?
-Is this the Talbot, so much fear'd abroad
-That with his name the mothers still their babes?
-I see report is fabulous and false:
-I thought I should have seen some Hercules,
-A second Hector, for his grim aspect,
-And large proportion of his strong-knit limbs.
-Alas, this is a child, a silly dwarf!
-It cannot be this weak and writhled shrimp
-Should strike such terror to his enemies.
+ Is this the scourge of France?
+Is this the Talbot, so much fear'd abroad
+That with his name the mothers still their babes?
+I see report is fabulous and false:
+I thought I should have seen some Hercules,
+A second Hector, for his grim aspect,
+And large proportion of his strong-knit limbs.
+Alas, this is a child, a silly dwarf!
+It cannot be this weak and writhled shrimp
+Should strike such terror to his enemies.
TALBOT
-Madam, I have been bold to trouble you;
-But since your ladyship is not at leisure,
-I'll sort some other time to visit you.
+Madam, I have been bold to trouble you;
+But since your ladyship is not at leisure,
+I'll sort some other time to visit you.
COUNTESS OF AUVERGNE
-What means he now? Go ask him whither he goes.
+What means he now? Go ask him whither he goes.
Messenger
-Stay, my Lord Talbot; for my lady craves
-To know the cause of your abrupt departure.
+Stay, my Lord Talbot; for my lady craves
+To know the cause of your abrupt departure.
TALBOT
-Marry, for that she's in a wrong belief,
-I go to certify her Talbot's here.
+Marry, for that she's in a wrong belief,
+I go to certify her Talbot's here.

Re-enter Porter with keys

COUNTESS OF AUVERGNE
-If thou be he, then art thou prisoner.
+If thou be he, then art thou prisoner.
TALBOT
-Prisoner! to whom?
+Prisoner! to whom?
COUNTESS OF AUVERGNE
-To me, blood-thirsty lord;
-And for that cause I trained thee to my house.
-Long time thy shadow hath been thrall to me,
-For in my gallery thy picture hangs:
-But now the substance shall endure the like,
-And I will chain these legs and arms of thine,
-That hast by tyranny these many years
-Wasted our country, slain our citizens
-And sent our sons and husbands captivate.
+To me, blood-thirsty lord;
+And for that cause I trained thee to my house.
+Long time thy shadow hath been thrall to me,
+For in my gallery thy picture hangs:
+But now the substance shall endure the like,
+And I will chain these legs and arms of thine,
+That hast by tyranny these many years
+Wasted our country, slain our citizens
+And sent our sons and husbands captivate.
TALBOT
-Ha, ha, ha!
+Ha, ha, ha!
COUNTESS OF AUVERGNE
-Laughest thou, wretch? thy mirth shall turn to moan.
+Laughest thou, wretch? thy mirth shall turn to moan.
TALBOT
-I laugh to see your ladyship so fond
-To think that you have aught but Talbot's shadow
-Whereon to practise your severity.
+I laugh to see your ladyship so fond
+To think that you have aught but Talbot's shadow
+Whereon to practise your severity.
COUNTESS OF AUVERGNE
-Why, art not thou the man?
+Why, art not thou the man?
TALBOT
-I am indeed.
+I am indeed.
COUNTESS OF AUVERGNE
-Then have I substance too.
+Then have I substance too.
TALBOT
-No, no, I am but shadow of myself:
-You are deceived, my substance is not here;
-For what you see is but the smallest part
-And least proportion of humanity:
-I tell you, madam, were the whole frame here,
-It is of such a spacious lofty pitch,
-Your roof were not sufficient to contain't.
+No, no, I am but shadow of myself:
+You are deceived, my substance is not here;
+For what you see is but the smallest part
+And least proportion of humanity:
+I tell you, madam, were the whole frame here,
+It is of such a spacious lofty pitch,
+Your roof were not sufficient to contain't.
COUNTESS OF AUVERGNE
-This is a riddling merchant for the nonce;
-He will be here, and yet he is not here:
-How can these contrarieties agree?
+This is a riddling merchant for the nonce;
+He will be here, and yet he is not here:
+How can these contrarieties agree?
TALBOT
-That will I show you presently.
+That will I show you presently.

Winds his horn. Drums strike up: a peal of ordnance. Enter soldiers

-How say you, madam? are you now persuaded
-That Talbot is but shadow of himself?
-These are his substance, sinews, arms and strength,
-With which he yoketh your rebellious necks,
-Razeth your cities and subverts your towns
-And in a moment makes them desolate.
+How say you, madam? are you now persuaded
+That Talbot is but shadow of himself?
+These are his substance, sinews, arms and strength,
+With which he yoketh your rebellious necks,
+Razeth your cities and subverts your towns
+And in a moment makes them desolate.
COUNTESS OF AUVERGNE
-Victorious Talbot! pardon my abuse:
-I find thou art no less than fame hath bruited
-And more than may be gather'd by thy shape.
-Let my presumption not provoke thy wrath;
-For I am sorry that with reverence
-I did not entertain thee as thou art.
+Victorious Talbot! pardon my abuse:
+I find thou art no less than fame hath bruited
+And more than may be gather'd by thy shape.
+Let my presumption not provoke thy wrath;
+For I am sorry that with reverence
+I did not entertain thee as thou art.
TALBOT
-Be not dismay'd, fair lady; nor misconstrue
-The mind of Talbot, as you did mistake
-The outward composition of his body.
-What you have done hath not offended me;
-Nor other satisfaction do I crave,
-But only, with your patience, that we may
-Taste of your wine and see what cates you have;
-For soldiers' stomachs always serve them well.
+Be not dismay'd, fair lady; nor misconstrue
+The mind of Talbot, as you did mistake
+The outward composition of his body.
+What you have done hath not offended me;
+Nor other satisfaction do I crave,
+But only, with your patience, that we may
+Taste of your wine and see what cates you have;
+For soldiers' stomachs always serve them well.
COUNTESS OF AUVERGNE
-With all my heart, and think me honoured
-To feast so great a warrior in my house.
+With all my heart, and think me honoured
+To feast so great a warrior in my house.

Exeunt

SCENE IV. London. The Temple-garden.

@@ -1735,328 +1735,328 @@

SCENE IV. London. The Temple-garden.

RICHARD PLANTAGENET
-Great lords and gentlemen, what means this silence?
-Dare no man answer in a case of truth?
+Great lords and gentlemen, what means this silence?
+Dare no man answer in a case of truth?
SUFFOLK
-Within the Temple-hall we were too loud;
-The garden here is more convenient.
+Within the Temple-hall we were too loud;
+The garden here is more convenient.
RICHARD PLANTAGENET
-Then say at once if I maintain'd the truth;
-Or else was wrangling Somerset in the error?
+Then say at once if I maintain'd the truth;
+Or else was wrangling Somerset in the error?
SUFFOLK
-Faith, I have been a truant in the law,
-And never yet could frame my will to it;
-And therefore frame the law unto my will.
+Faith, I have been a truant in the law,
+And never yet could frame my will to it;
+And therefore frame the law unto my will.
SOMERSET
-Judge you, my Lord of Warwick, then, between us.
+Judge you, my Lord of Warwick, then, between us.
WARWICK
-Between two hawks, which flies the higher pitch;
-Between two dogs, which hath the deeper mouth;
-Between two blades, which bears the better temper:
-Between two horses, which doth bear him best;
-Between two girls, which hath the merriest eye;
-I have perhaps some shallow spirit of judgement;
-But in these nice sharp quillets of the law,
-Good faith, I am no wiser than a daw.
+Between two hawks, which flies the higher pitch;
+Between two dogs, which hath the deeper mouth;
+Between two blades, which bears the better temper:
+Between two horses, which doth bear him best;
+Between two girls, which hath the merriest eye;
+I have perhaps some shallow spirit of judgement;
+But in these nice sharp quillets of the law,
+Good faith, I am no wiser than a daw.
RICHARD PLANTAGENET
-Tut, tut, here is a mannerly forbearance:
-The truth appears so naked on my side
-That any purblind eye may find it out.
+Tut, tut, here is a mannerly forbearance:
+The truth appears so naked on my side
+That any purblind eye may find it out.
SOMERSET
-And on my side it is so well apparell'd,
-So clear, so shining and so evident
-That it will glimmer through a blind man's eye.
+And on my side it is so well apparell'd,
+So clear, so shining and so evident
+That it will glimmer through a blind man's eye.
RICHARD PLANTAGENET
-Since you are tongue-tied and so loath to speak,
-In dumb significants proclaim your thoughts:
-Let him that is a true-born gentleman
-And stands upon the honour of his birth,
-If he suppose that I have pleaded truth,
-From off this brier pluck a white rose with me.
+Since you are tongue-tied and so loath to speak,
+In dumb significants proclaim your thoughts:
+Let him that is a true-born gentleman
+And stands upon the honour of his birth,
+If he suppose that I have pleaded truth,
+From off this brier pluck a white rose with me.
SOMERSET
-Let him that is no coward nor no flatterer,
-But dare maintain the party of the truth,
-Pluck a red rose from off this thorn with me.
+Let him that is no coward nor no flatterer,
+But dare maintain the party of the truth,
+Pluck a red rose from off this thorn with me.
WARWICK
-I love no colours, and without all colour
-Of base insinuating flattery
-I pluck this white rose with Plantagenet.
+I love no colours, and without all colour
+Of base insinuating flattery
+I pluck this white rose with Plantagenet.
SUFFOLK
-I pluck this red rose with young Somerset
-And say withal I think he held the right.
+I pluck this red rose with young Somerset
+And say withal I think he held the right.
VERNON
-Stay, lords and gentlemen, and pluck no more,
-Till you conclude that he upon whose side
-The fewest roses are cropp'd from the tree
-Shall yield the other in the right opinion.
+Stay, lords and gentlemen, and pluck no more,
+Till you conclude that he upon whose side
+The fewest roses are cropp'd from the tree
+Shall yield the other in the right opinion.
SOMERSET
-Good Master Vernon, it is well objected:
-If I have fewest, I subscribe in silence.
+Good Master Vernon, it is well objected:
+If I have fewest, I subscribe in silence.
RICHARD PLANTAGENET
-And I.
+And I.
VERNON
-Then for the truth and plainness of the case.
-I pluck this pale and maiden blossom here,
-Giving my verdict on the white rose side.
+Then for the truth and plainness of the case.
+I pluck this pale and maiden blossom here,
+Giving my verdict on the white rose side.
SOMERSET
-Prick not your finger as you pluck it off,
-Lest bleeding you do paint the white rose red
-And fall on my side so, against your will.
+Prick not your finger as you pluck it off,
+Lest bleeding you do paint the white rose red
+And fall on my side so, against your will.
VERNON
-If I my lord, for my opinion bleed,
-Opinion shall be surgeon to my hurt
-And keep me on the side where still I am.
+If I my lord, for my opinion bleed,
+Opinion shall be surgeon to my hurt
+And keep me on the side where still I am.
SOMERSET
-Well, well, come on: who else?
+Well, well, come on: who else?
Lawyer
-Unless my study and my books be false,
-The argument you held was wrong in you:
+Unless my study and my books be false,
+The argument you held was wrong in you:

To SOMERSET

-In sign whereof I pluck a white rose too.
+In sign whereof I pluck a white rose too.
RICHARD PLANTAGENET
-Now, Somerset, where is your argument?
+Now, Somerset, where is your argument?
SOMERSET
-Here in my scabbard, meditating that
-Shall dye your white rose in a bloody red.
+Here in my scabbard, meditating that
+Shall dye your white rose in a bloody red.
RICHARD PLANTAGENET
-Meantime your cheeks do counterfeit our roses;
-For pale they look with fear, as witnessing
-The truth on our side.
+Meantime your cheeks do counterfeit our roses;
+For pale they look with fear, as witnessing
+The truth on our side.
SOMERSET
-No, Plantagenet,
-'Tis not for fear but anger that thy cheeks
-Blush for pure shame to counterfeit our roses,
-And yet thy tongue will not confess thy error.
+No, Plantagenet,
+'Tis not for fear but anger that thy cheeks
+Blush for pure shame to counterfeit our roses,
+And yet thy tongue will not confess thy error.
RICHARD PLANTAGENET
-Hath not thy rose a canker, Somerset?
+Hath not thy rose a canker, Somerset?
SOMERSET
-Hath not thy rose a thorn, Plantagenet?
+Hath not thy rose a thorn, Plantagenet?
RICHARD PLANTAGENET
-Ay, sharp and piercing, to maintain his truth;
-Whiles thy consuming canker eats his falsehood.
+Ay, sharp and piercing, to maintain his truth;
+Whiles thy consuming canker eats his falsehood.
SOMERSET
-Well, I'll find friends to wear my bleeding roses,
-That shall maintain what I have said is true,
-Where false Plantagenet dare not be seen.
+Well, I'll find friends to wear my bleeding roses,
+That shall maintain what I have said is true,
+Where false Plantagenet dare not be seen.
RICHARD PLANTAGENET
-Now, by this maiden blossom in my hand,
-I scorn thee and thy fashion, peevish boy.
+Now, by this maiden blossom in my hand,
+I scorn thee and thy fashion, peevish boy.
SUFFOLK
-Turn not thy scorns this way, Plantagenet.
+Turn not thy scorns this way, Plantagenet.
RICHARD PLANTAGENET
-Proud Pole, I will, and scorn both him and thee.
+Proud Pole, I will, and scorn both him and thee.
SUFFOLK
-I'll turn my part thereof into thy throat.
+I'll turn my part thereof into thy throat.
SOMERSET
-Away, away, good William de la Pole!
-We grace the yeoman by conversing with him.
+Away, away, good William de la Pole!
+We grace the yeoman by conversing with him.
WARWICK
-Now, by God's will, thou wrong'st him, Somerset;
-His grandfather was Lionel Duke of Clarence,
-Third son to the third Edward King of England:
-Spring crestless yeomen from so deep a root?
+Now, by God's will, thou wrong'st him, Somerset;
+His grandfather was Lionel Duke of Clarence,
+Third son to the third Edward King of England:
+Spring crestless yeomen from so deep a root?
RICHARD PLANTAGENET
-He bears him on the place's privilege,
-Or durst not, for his craven heart, say thus.
+He bears him on the place's privilege,
+Or durst not, for his craven heart, say thus.
SOMERSET
-By him that made me, I'll maintain my words
-On any plot of ground in Christendom.
-Was not thy father, Richard Earl of Cambridge,
-For treason executed in our late king's days?
-And, by his treason, stand'st not thou attainted,
-Corrupted, and exempt from ancient gentry?
-His trespass yet lives guilty in thy blood;
-And, till thou be restored, thou art a yeoman.
+By him that made me, I'll maintain my words
+On any plot of ground in Christendom.
+Was not thy father, Richard Earl of Cambridge,
+For treason executed in our late king's days?
+And, by his treason, stand'st not thou attainted,
+Corrupted, and exempt from ancient gentry?
+His trespass yet lives guilty in thy blood;
+And, till thou be restored, thou art a yeoman.
RICHARD PLANTAGENET
-My father was attached, not attainted,
-Condemn'd to die for treason, but no traitor;
-And that I'll prove on better men than Somerset,
-Were growing time once ripen'd to my will.
-For your partaker Pole and you yourself,
-I'll note you in my book of memory,
-To scourge you for this apprehension:
-Look to it well and say you are well warn'd.
+My father was attached, not attainted,
+Condemn'd to die for treason, but no traitor;
+And that I'll prove on better men than Somerset,
+Were growing time once ripen'd to my will.
+For your partaker Pole and you yourself,
+I'll note you in my book of memory,
+To scourge you for this apprehension:
+Look to it well and say you are well warn'd.
SOMERSET
-Ah, thou shalt find us ready for thee still;
-And know us by these colours for thy foes,
-For these my friends in spite of thee shall wear.
+Ah, thou shalt find us ready for thee still;
+And know us by these colours for thy foes,
+For these my friends in spite of thee shall wear.
RICHARD PLANTAGENET
-And, by my soul, this pale and angry rose,
-As cognizance of my blood-drinking hate,
-Will I for ever and my faction wear,
-Until it wither with me to my grave
-Or flourish to the height of my degree.
+And, by my soul, this pale and angry rose,
+As cognizance of my blood-drinking hate,
+Will I for ever and my faction wear,
+Until it wither with me to my grave
+Or flourish to the height of my degree.
SUFFOLK
-Go forward and be choked with thy ambition!
-And so farewell until I meet thee next.
+Go forward and be choked with thy ambition!
+And so farewell until I meet thee next.

Exit

SOMERSET
-Have with thee, Pole. Farewell, ambitious Richard.
+Have with thee, Pole. Farewell, ambitious Richard.

Exit

RICHARD PLANTAGENET
-How I am braved and must perforce endure it!
+How I am braved and must perforce endure it!
WARWICK
-This blot that they object against your house
-Shall be wiped out in the next parliament
-Call'd for the truce of Winchester and Gloucester;
-And if thou be not then created York,
-I will not live to be accounted Warwick.
-Meantime, in signal of my love to thee,
-Against proud Somerset and William Pole,
-Will I upon thy party wear this rose:
-And here I prophesy: this brawl to-day,
-Grown to this faction in the Temple-garden,
-Shall send between the red rose and the white
-A thousand souls to death and deadly night.
+This blot that they object against your house
+Shall be wiped out in the next parliament
+Call'd for the truce of Winchester and Gloucester;
+And if thou be not then created York,
+I will not live to be accounted Warwick.
+Meantime, in signal of my love to thee,
+Against proud Somerset and William Pole,
+Will I upon thy party wear this rose:
+And here I prophesy: this brawl to-day,
+Grown to this faction in the Temple-garden,
+Shall send between the red rose and the white
+A thousand souls to death and deadly night.
RICHARD PLANTAGENET
-Good Master Vernon, I am bound to you,
-That you on my behalf would pluck a flower.
+Good Master Vernon, I am bound to you,
+That you on my behalf would pluck a flower.
VERNON
-In your behalf still will I wear the same.
+In your behalf still will I wear the same.
Lawyer
-And so will I.
+And so will I.
RICHARD PLANTAGENET
-Thanks, gentle sir.
-Come, let us four to dinner: I dare say
-This quarrel will drink blood another day.
+Thanks, gentle sir.
+Come, let us four to dinner: I dare say
+This quarrel will drink blood another day.

Exeunt

SCENE V. The Tower of London.

@@ -2121,151 +2121,151 @@

SCENE V. The Tower of London.

RICHARD PLANTAGENET
-Ay, noble uncle, thus ignobly used,
-Your nephew, late despised Richard, comes.
+Ay, noble uncle, thus ignobly used,
+Your nephew, late despised Richard, comes.
MORTIMER
-Direct mine arms I may embrace his neck,
-And in his bosom spend my latter gasp:
-O, tell me when my lips do touch his cheeks,
-That I may kindly give one fainting kiss.
-And now declare, sweet stem from York's great stock,
-Why didst thou say, of late thou wert despised?
+Direct mine arms I may embrace his neck,
+And in his bosom spend my latter gasp:
+O, tell me when my lips do touch his cheeks,
+That I may kindly give one fainting kiss.
+And now declare, sweet stem from York's great stock,
+Why didst thou say, of late thou wert despised?
RICHARD PLANTAGENET
-First, lean thine aged back against mine arm;
-And, in that ease, I'll tell thee my disease.
-This day, in argument upon a case,
-Some words there grew 'twixt Somerset and me;
-Among which terms he used his lavish tongue
-And did upbraid me with my father's death:
-Which obloquy set bars before my tongue,
-Else with the like I had requited him.
-Therefore, good uncle, for my father's sake,
-In honour of a true Plantagenet
-And for alliance sake, declare the cause
-My father, Earl of Cambridge, lost his head.
+First, lean thine aged back against mine arm;
+And, in that ease, I'll tell thee my disease.
+This day, in argument upon a case,
+Some words there grew 'twixt Somerset and me;
+Among which terms he used his lavish tongue
+And did upbraid me with my father's death:
+Which obloquy set bars before my tongue,
+Else with the like I had requited him.
+Therefore, good uncle, for my father's sake,
+In honour of a true Plantagenet
+And for alliance sake, declare the cause
+My father, Earl of Cambridge, lost his head.
MORTIMER
-That cause, fair nephew, that imprison'd me
-And hath detain'd me all my flowering youth
-Within a loathsome dungeon, there to pine,
-Was cursed instrument of his decease.
+That cause, fair nephew, that imprison'd me
+And hath detain'd me all my flowering youth
+Within a loathsome dungeon, there to pine,
+Was cursed instrument of his decease.
RICHARD PLANTAGENET
-Discover more at large what cause that was,
-For I am ignorant and cannot guess.
+Discover more at large what cause that was,
+For I am ignorant and cannot guess.
MORTIMER
-I will, if that my fading breath permit
-And death approach not ere my tale be done.
-Henry the Fourth, grandfather to this king,
-Deposed his nephew Richard, Edward's son,
-The first-begotten and the lawful heir,
-Of Edward king, the third of that descent:
-During whose reign the Percies of the north,
-Finding his usurpation most unjust,
-Endeavor'd my advancement to the throne:
-The reason moved these warlike lords to this
-Was, for that--young King Richard thus removed,
-Leaving no heir begotten of his body--
-I was the next by birth and parentage;
-For by my mother I derived am
-From Lionel Duke of Clarence, the third son
-To King Edward the Third; whereas he
-From John of Gaunt doth bring his pedigree,
-Being but fourth of that heroic line.
-But mark: as in this haughty attempt
-They laboured to plant the rightful heir,
-I lost my liberty and they their lives.
-Long after this, when Henry the Fifth,
-Succeeding his father Bolingbroke, did reign,
-Thy father, Earl of Cambridge, then derived
-From famous Edmund Langley, Duke of York,
-Marrying my sister that thy mother was,
-Again in pity of my hard distress
-Levied an army, weening to redeem
-And have install'd me in the diadem:
-But, as the rest, so fell that noble earl
-And was beheaded. Thus the Mortimers,
-In whom the tide rested, were suppress'd.
+I will, if that my fading breath permit
+And death approach not ere my tale be done.
+Henry the Fourth, grandfather to this king,
+Deposed his nephew Richard, Edward's son,
+The first-begotten and the lawful heir,
+Of Edward king, the third of that descent:
+During whose reign the Percies of the north,
+Finding his usurpation most unjust,
+Endeavor'd my advancement to the throne:
+The reason moved these warlike lords to this
+Was, for that--young King Richard thus removed,
+Leaving no heir begotten of his body--
+I was the next by birth and parentage;
+For by my mother I derived am
+From Lionel Duke of Clarence, the third son
+To King Edward the Third; whereas he
+From John of Gaunt doth bring his pedigree,
+Being but fourth of that heroic line.
+But mark: as in this haughty attempt
+They laboured to plant the rightful heir,
+I lost my liberty and they their lives.
+Long after this, when Henry the Fifth,
+Succeeding his father Bolingbroke, did reign,
+Thy father, Earl of Cambridge, then derived
+From famous Edmund Langley, Duke of York,
+Marrying my sister that thy mother was,
+Again in pity of my hard distress
+Levied an army, weening to redeem
+And have install'd me in the diadem:
+But, as the rest, so fell that noble earl
+And was beheaded. Thus the Mortimers,
+In whom the tide rested, were suppress'd.
RICHARD PLANTAGENET
-Of which, my lord, your honour is the last.
+Of which, my lord, your honour is the last.
MORTIMER
-True; and thou seest that I no issue have
-And that my fainting words do warrant death;
-Thou art my heir; the rest I wish thee gather:
-But yet be wary in thy studious care.
+True; and thou seest that I no issue have
+And that my fainting words do warrant death;
+Thou art my heir; the rest I wish thee gather:
+But yet be wary in thy studious care.
RICHARD PLANTAGENET
-Thy grave admonishments prevail with me:
-But yet, methinks, my father's execution
-Was nothing less than bloody tyranny.
+Thy grave admonishments prevail with me:
+But yet, methinks, my father's execution
+Was nothing less than bloody tyranny.
MORTIMER
-With silence, nephew, be thou politic:
-Strong-fixed is the house of Lancaster,
-And like a mountain, not to be removed.
-But now thy uncle is removing hence:
-As princes do their courts, when they are cloy'd
-With long continuance in a settled place.
+With silence, nephew, be thou politic:
+Strong-fixed is the house of Lancaster,
+And like a mountain, not to be removed.
+But now thy uncle is removing hence:
+As princes do their courts, when they are cloy'd
+With long continuance in a settled place.
RICHARD PLANTAGENET
-O, uncle, would some part of my young years
-Might but redeem the passage of your age!
+O, uncle, would some part of my young years
+Might but redeem the passage of your age!
MORTIMER
-Thou dost then wrong me, as that slaughterer doth
-Which giveth many wounds when one will kill.
-Mourn not, except thou sorrow for my good;
-Only give order for my funeral:
-And so farewell, and fair be all thy hopes
-And prosperous be thy life in peace and war!
+Thou dost then wrong me, as that slaughterer doth
+Which giveth many wounds when one will kill.
+Mourn not, except thou sorrow for my good;
+Only give order for my funeral:
+And so farewell, and fair be all thy hopes
+And prosperous be thy life in peace and war!

Dies

RICHARD PLANTAGENET
-And peace, no war, befall thy parting soul!
-In prison hast thou spent a pilgrimage
-And like a hermit overpass'd thy days.
-Well, I will lock his counsel in my breast;
-And what I do imagine let that rest.
-Keepers, convey him hence, and I myself
-Will see his burial better than his life.
+And peace, no war, befall thy parting soul!
+In prison hast thou spent a pilgrimage
+And like a hermit overpass'd thy days.
+Well, I will lock his counsel in my breast;
+And what I do imagine let that rest.
+Keepers, convey him hence, and I myself
+Will see his burial better than his life.

Exeunt Gaolers, bearing out the body of MORTIMER

-Here dies the dusky torch of Mortimer,
-Choked with ambition of the meaner sort:
-And for those wrongs, those bitter injuries,
-Which Somerset hath offer'd to my house:
-I doubt not but with honour to redress;
-And therefore haste I to the parliament,
-Either to be restored to my blood,
-Or make my ill the advantage of my good.
+Here dies the dusky torch of Mortimer,
+Choked with ambition of the meaner sort:
+And for those wrongs, those bitter injuries,
+Which Somerset hath offer'd to my house:
+I doubt not but with honour to redress;
+And therefore haste I to the parliament,
+Either to be restored to my blood,
+Or make my ill the advantage of my good.

Exit

ACT III

@@ -2276,423 +2276,423 @@

SCENE I. London. The Parliament-house.

BISHOP OF WINCHESTER
-Comest thou with deep premeditated lines,
-With written pamphlets studiously devised,
-Humphrey of Gloucester? If thou canst accuse,
-Or aught intend'st to lay unto my charge,
-Do it without invention, suddenly;
+Comest thou with deep premeditated lines,
+With written pamphlets studiously devised,
+Humphrey of Gloucester? If thou canst accuse,
+Or aught intend'st to lay unto my charge,
+Do it without invention, suddenly;
As I with sudden and extemporal speech
-Purpose to answer what thou canst object.
+Purpose to answer what thou canst object.
GLOUCESTER
-Presumptuous priest! this place commands my patience,
-Or thou shouldst find thou hast dishonour'd me.
-Think not, although in writing I preferr'd
-The manner of thy vile outrageous crimes,
-That therefore I have forged, or am not able
-Verbatim to rehearse the method of my pen:
-No, prelate; such is thy audacious wickedness,
-Thy lewd, pestiferous and dissentious pranks,
-As very infants prattle of thy pride.
-Thou art a most pernicious usurer,
-Forward by nature, enemy to peace;
-Lascivious, wanton, more than well beseems
-A man of thy profession and degree;
-And for thy treachery, what's more manifest?
-In that thou laid'st a trap to take my life,
-As well at London bridge as at the Tower.
-Beside, I fear me, if thy thoughts were sifted,
-The king, thy sovereign, is not quite exempt
-From envious malice of thy swelling heart.
+Presumptuous priest! this place commands my patience,
+Or thou shouldst find thou hast dishonour'd me.
+Think not, although in writing I preferr'd
+The manner of thy vile outrageous crimes,
+That therefore I have forged, or am not able
+Verbatim to rehearse the method of my pen:
+No, prelate; such is thy audacious wickedness,
+Thy lewd, pestiferous and dissentious pranks,
+As very infants prattle of thy pride.
+Thou art a most pernicious usurer,
+Forward by nature, enemy to peace;
+Lascivious, wanton, more than well beseems
+A man of thy profession and degree;
+And for thy treachery, what's more manifest?
+In that thou laid'st a trap to take my life,
+As well at London bridge as at the Tower.
+Beside, I fear me, if thy thoughts were sifted,
+The king, thy sovereign, is not quite exempt
+From envious malice of thy swelling heart.
BISHOP OF WINCHESTER
-Gloucester, I do defy thee. Lords, vouchsafe
-To give me hearing what I shall reply.
-If I were covetous, ambitious or perverse,
-As he will have me, how am I so poor?
-Or how haps it I seek not to advance
-Or raise myself, but keep my wonted calling?
-And for dissension, who preferreth peace
-More than I do?--except I be provoked.
-No, my good lords, it is not that offends;
-It is not that that hath incensed the duke:
-It is, because no one should sway but he;
-No one but he should be about the king;
-And that engenders thunder in his breast
-And makes him roar these accusations forth.
-But he shall know I am as good--
+Gloucester, I do defy thee. Lords, vouchsafe
+To give me hearing what I shall reply.
+If I were covetous, ambitious or perverse,
+As he will have me, how am I so poor?
+Or how haps it I seek not to advance
+Or raise myself, but keep my wonted calling?
+And for dissension, who preferreth peace
+More than I do?--except I be provoked.
+No, my good lords, it is not that offends;
+It is not that that hath incensed the duke:
+It is, because no one should sway but he;
+No one but he should be about the king;
+And that engenders thunder in his breast
+And makes him roar these accusations forth.
+But he shall know I am as good--
GLOUCESTER
-As good!
-Thou bastard of my grandfather!
+As good!
+Thou bastard of my grandfather!
BISHOP OF WINCHESTER
-Ay, lordly sir; for what are you, I pray,
-But one imperious in another's throne?
+Ay, lordly sir; for what are you, I pray,
+But one imperious in another's throne?
GLOUCESTER
-Am I not protector, saucy priest?
+Am I not protector, saucy priest?
BISHOP OF WINCHESTER
-And am not I a prelate of the church?
+And am not I a prelate of the church?
GLOUCESTER
-Yes, as an outlaw in a castle keeps
-And useth it to patronage his theft.
+Yes, as an outlaw in a castle keeps
+And useth it to patronage his theft.
BISHOP OF WINCHESTER
-Unreverent Gloster!
+Unreverent Gloster!
GLOUCESTER
-Thou art reverent
-Touching thy spiritual function, not thy life.
+Thou art reverent
+Touching thy spiritual function, not thy life.
BISHOP OF WINCHESTER
-Rome shall remedy this.
+Rome shall remedy this.
WARWICK
-Roam thither, then.
+Roam thither, then.
SOMERSET
-My lord, it were your duty to forbear.
+My lord, it were your duty to forbear.
WARWICK
-Ay, see the bishop be not overborne.
+Ay, see the bishop be not overborne.
SOMERSET
-Methinks my lord should be religious
-And know the office that belongs to such.
+Methinks my lord should be religious
+And know the office that belongs to such.
WARWICK
-Methinks his lordship should be humbler;
-it fitteth not a prelate so to plead.
+Methinks his lordship should be humbler;
+it fitteth not a prelate so to plead.
SOMERSET
-Yes, when his holy state is touch'd so near.
+Yes, when his holy state is touch'd so near.
WARWICK
-State holy or unhallow'd, what of that?
-Is not his grace protector to the king?
+State holy or unhallow'd, what of that?
+Is not his grace protector to the king?
RICHARD PLANTAGENET
-[Aside] Plantagenet, I see, must hold his tongue,
-Lest it be said 'Speak, sirrah, when you should;
-Must your bold verdict enter talk with lords?'
-Else would I have a fling at Winchester.
+[Aside] Plantagenet, I see, must hold his tongue,
+Lest it be said 'Speak, sirrah, when you should;
+Must your bold verdict enter talk with lords?'
+Else would I have a fling at Winchester.
KING HENRY VI
-Uncles of Gloucester and of Winchester,
-The special watchmen of our English weal,
-I would prevail, if prayers might prevail,
-To join your hearts in love and amity.
-O, what a scandal is it to our crown,
-That two such noble peers as ye should jar!
-Believe me, lords, my tender years can tell
-Civil dissension is a viperous worm
-That gnaws the bowels of the commonwealth.
+Uncles of Gloucester and of Winchester,
+The special watchmen of our English weal,
+I would prevail, if prayers might prevail,
+To join your hearts in love and amity.
+O, what a scandal is it to our crown,
+That two such noble peers as ye should jar!
+Believe me, lords, my tender years can tell
+Civil dissension is a viperous worm
+That gnaws the bowels of the commonwealth.

A noise within, 'Down with the tawny-coats!'

-What tumult's this?
+What tumult's this?
WARWICK
-An uproar, I dare warrant,
-Begun through malice of the bishop's men.
+An uproar, I dare warrant,
+Begun through malice of the bishop's men.

A noise again, 'Stones! stones!' Enter Mayor

Mayor
-O, my good lords, and virtuous Henry,
-Pity the city of London, pity us!
-The bishop and the Duke of Gloucester's men,
-Forbidden late to carry any weapon,
-Have fill'd their pockets full of pebble stones
-And banding themselves in contrary parts
-Do pelt so fast at one another's pate
-That many have their giddy brains knock'd out:
-Our windows are broke down in every street
-And we for fear compell'd to shut our shops.
+O, my good lords, and virtuous Henry,
+Pity the city of London, pity us!
+The bishop and the Duke of Gloucester's men,
+Forbidden late to carry any weapon,
+Have fill'd their pockets full of pebble stones
+And banding themselves in contrary parts
+Do pelt so fast at one another's pate
+That many have their giddy brains knock'd out:
+Our windows are broke down in every street
+And we for fear compell'd to shut our shops.

Enter Serving-men, in skirmish, with bloody pates

KING HENRY VI
-We charge you, on allegiance to ourself,
-To hold your slaughtering hands and keep the peace.
-Pray, uncle Gloucester, mitigate this strife.
-First Serving-man Nay, if we be forbidden stones,
-We'll fall to it with our teeth.
-Second Serving-man Do what ye dare, we are as resolute.
+We charge you, on allegiance to ourself,
+To hold your slaughtering hands and keep the peace.
+Pray, uncle Gloucester, mitigate this strife.
+First Serving-man Nay, if we be forbidden stones,
+We'll fall to it with our teeth.
+Second Serving-man Do what ye dare, we are as resolute.

Skirmish again

GLOUCESTER
-You of my household, leave this peevish broil
-And set this unaccustom'd fight aside.
-Third Serving-man My lord, we know your grace to be a man
-Just and upright; and, for your royal birth,
-Inferior to none but to his majesty:
-And ere that we will suffer such a prince,
-So kind a father of the commonweal,
-To be disgraced by an inkhorn mate,
-We and our wives and children all will fight
-And have our bodies slaughtered by thy foes.
-First Serving-man Ay, and the very parings of our nails
-Shall pitch a field when we are dead.
+You of my household, leave this peevish broil
+And set this unaccustom'd fight aside.
+Third Serving-man My lord, we know your grace to be a man
+Just and upright; and, for your royal birth,
+Inferior to none but to his majesty:
+And ere that we will suffer such a prince,
+So kind a father of the commonweal,
+To be disgraced by an inkhorn mate,
+We and our wives and children all will fight
+And have our bodies slaughtered by thy foes.
+First Serving-man Ay, and the very parings of our nails
+Shall pitch a field when we are dead.

Begin again

GLOUCESTER
-Stay, stay, I say!
-And if you love me, as you say you do,
-Let me persuade you to forbear awhile.
+Stay, stay, I say!
+And if you love me, as you say you do,
+Let me persuade you to forbear awhile.
KING HENRY VI
-O, how this discord doth afflict my soul!
-Can you, my Lord of Winchester, behold
-My sighs and tears and will not once relent?
-Who should be pitiful, if you be not?
-Or who should study to prefer a peace.
-If holy churchmen take delight in broils?
+O, how this discord doth afflict my soul!
+Can you, my Lord of Winchester, behold
+My sighs and tears and will not once relent?
+Who should be pitiful, if you be not?
+Or who should study to prefer a peace.
+If holy churchmen take delight in broils?
WARWICK
-Yield, my lord protector; yield, Winchester;
-Except you mean with obstinate repulse
-To slay your sovereign and destroy the realm.
-You see what mischief and what murder too
-Hath been enacted through your enmity;
-Then be at peace except ye thirst for blood.
+Yield, my lord protector; yield, Winchester;
+Except you mean with obstinate repulse
+To slay your sovereign and destroy the realm.
+You see what mischief and what murder too
+Hath been enacted through your enmity;
+Then be at peace except ye thirst for blood.
BISHOP OF WINCHESTER
-He shall submit, or I will never yield.
+He shall submit, or I will never yield.
GLOUCESTER
-Compassion on the king commands me stoop;
-Or I would see his heart out, ere the priest
-Should ever get that privilege of me.
+Compassion on the king commands me stoop;
+Or I would see his heart out, ere the priest
+Should ever get that privilege of me.
WARWICK
-Behold, my Lord of Winchester, the duke
-Hath banish'd moody discontented fury,
-As by his smoothed brows it doth appear:
-Why look you still so stern and tragical?
+Behold, my Lord of Winchester, the duke
+Hath banish'd moody discontented fury,
+As by his smoothed brows it doth appear:
+Why look you still so stern and tragical?
GLOUCESTER
-Here, Winchester, I offer thee my hand.
+Here, Winchester, I offer thee my hand.
KING HENRY VI
-Fie, uncle Beaufort! I have heard you preach
-That malice was a great and grievous sin;
-And will not you maintain the thing you teach,
-But prove a chief offender in the same?
+Fie, uncle Beaufort! I have heard you preach
+That malice was a great and grievous sin;
+And will not you maintain the thing you teach,
+But prove a chief offender in the same?
WARWICK
-Sweet king! the bishop hath a kindly gird.
-For shame, my lord of Winchester, relent!
-What, shall a child instruct you what to do?
+Sweet king! the bishop hath a kindly gird.
+For shame, my lord of Winchester, relent!
+What, shall a child instruct you what to do?
BISHOP OF WINCHESTER
-Well, Duke of Gloucester, I will yield to thee;
-Love for thy love and hand for hand I give.
+Well, Duke of Gloucester, I will yield to thee;
+Love for thy love and hand for hand I give.
GLOUCESTER
-[Aside] Ay, but, I fear me, with a hollow heart.--
-See here, my friends and loving countrymen,
-This token serveth for a flag of truce
-Betwixt ourselves and all our followers:
-So help me God, as I dissemble not!
+[Aside] Ay, but, I fear me, with a hollow heart.--
+See here, my friends and loving countrymen,
+This token serveth for a flag of truce
+Betwixt ourselves and all our followers:
+So help me God, as I dissemble not!
BISHOP OF WINCHESTER
-[Aside] So help me God, as I intend it not!
+[Aside] So help me God, as I intend it not!
KING HENRY VI
-O, loving uncle, kind Duke of Gloucester,
-How joyful am I made by this contract!
-Away, my masters! trouble us no more;
-But join in friendship, as your lords have done.
-First Serving-man Content: I'll to the surgeon's.
-Second Serving-man And so will I.
-Third Serving-man And I will see what physic the tavern affords.
+O, loving uncle, kind Duke of Gloucester,
+How joyful am I made by this contract!
+Away, my masters! trouble us no more;
+But join in friendship, as your lords have done.
+First Serving-man Content: I'll to the surgeon's.
+Second Serving-man And so will I.
+Third Serving-man And I will see what physic the tavern affords.

Exeunt Serving-men, Mayor, & c

WARWICK
-Accept this scroll, most gracious sovereign,
-Which in the right of Richard Plantagenet
-We do exhibit to your majesty.
+Accept this scroll, most gracious sovereign,
+Which in the right of Richard Plantagenet
+We do exhibit to your majesty.
GLOUCESTER
-Well urged, my Lord of Warwick: or sweet prince,
-And if your grace mark every circumstance,
-You have great reason to do Richard right;
-Especially for those occasions
-At Eltham Place I told your majesty.
+Well urged, my Lord of Warwick: or sweet prince,
+And if your grace mark every circumstance,
+You have great reason to do Richard right;
+Especially for those occasions
+At Eltham Place I told your majesty.
KING HENRY VI
-And those occasions, uncle, were of force:
-Therefore, my loving lords, our pleasure is
-That Richard be restored to his blood.
+And those occasions, uncle, were of force:
+Therefore, my loving lords, our pleasure is
+That Richard be restored to his blood.
WARWICK
-Let Richard be restored to his blood;
-So shall his father's wrongs be recompensed.
+Let Richard be restored to his blood;
+So shall his father's wrongs be recompensed.
BISHOP OF WINCHESTER
-As will the rest, so willeth Winchester.
+As will the rest, so willeth Winchester.
KING HENRY VI
-If Richard will be true, not that alone
-But all the whole inheritance I give
-That doth belong unto the house of York,
-From whence you spring by lineal descent.
+If Richard will be true, not that alone
+But all the whole inheritance I give
+That doth belong unto the house of York,
+From whence you spring by lineal descent.
RICHARD PLANTAGENET
-Thy humble servant vows obedience
-And humble service till the point of death.
+Thy humble servant vows obedience
+And humble service till the point of death.
KING HENRY VI
-Stoop then and set your knee against my foot;
-And, in reguerdon of that duty done,
-I gird thee with the valiant sword of York:
-Rise Richard, like a true Plantagenet,
-And rise created princely Duke of York.
+Stoop then and set your knee against my foot;
+And, in reguerdon of that duty done,
+I gird thee with the valiant sword of York:
+Rise Richard, like a true Plantagenet,
+And rise created princely Duke of York.
RICHARD PLANTAGENET
-And so thrive Richard as thy foes may fall!
-And as my duty springs, so perish they
-That grudge one thought against your majesty!
+And so thrive Richard as thy foes may fall!
+And as my duty springs, so perish they
+That grudge one thought against your majesty!
ALL
-Welcome, high prince, the mighty Duke of York!
+Welcome, high prince, the mighty Duke of York!
SOMERSET
-[Aside] Perish, base prince, ignoble Duke of York!
+[Aside] Perish, base prince, ignoble Duke of York!
GLOUCESTER
-Now will it best avail your majesty
-To cross the seas and to be crown'd in France:
-The presence of a king engenders love
-Amongst his subjects and his loyal friends,
-As it disanimates his enemies.
+Now will it best avail your majesty
+To cross the seas and to be crown'd in France:
+The presence of a king engenders love
+Amongst his subjects and his loyal friends,
+As it disanimates his enemies.
KING HENRY VI
-When Gloucester says the word, King Henry goes;
-For friendly counsel cuts off many foes.
+When Gloucester says the word, King Henry goes;
+For friendly counsel cuts off many foes.
GLOUCESTER
-Your ships already are in readiness.
+Your ships already are in readiness.

Sennet. Flourish. Exeunt all but EXETER

EXETER
-Ay, we may march in England or in France,
-Not seeing what is likely to ensue.
-This late dissension grown betwixt the peers
-Burns under feigned ashes of forged love
-And will at last break out into a flame:
-As fester'd members rot but by degree,
-Till bones and flesh and sinews fall away,
-So will this base and envious discord breed.
-And now I fear that fatal prophecy
-Which in the time of Henry named the Fifth
-Was in the mouth of every sucking babe;
-That Henry born at Monmouth should win all
-And Henry born at Windsor lose all:
-Which is so plain that Exeter doth wish
-His days may finish ere that hapless time.
+Ay, we may march in England or in France,
+Not seeing what is likely to ensue.
+This late dissension grown betwixt the peers
+Burns under feigned ashes of forged love
+And will at last break out into a flame:
+As fester'd members rot but by degree,
+Till bones and flesh and sinews fall away,
+So will this base and envious discord breed.
+And now I fear that fatal prophecy
+Which in the time of Henry named the Fifth
+Was in the mouth of every sucking babe;
+That Henry born at Monmouth should win all
+And Henry born at Windsor lose all:
+Which is so plain that Exeter doth wish
+His days may finish ere that hapless time.

Exit

SCENE II. France. Before Rouen.

@@ -3342,373 +3342,373 @@

SCENE I. Paris. A hall of state.

BISHOP OF WINCHESTER
-God save King Henry, of that name the sixth!
+God save King Henry, of that name the sixth!
GLOUCESTER
-Now, governor of Paris, take your oath,
-That you elect no other king but him;
-Esteem none friends but such as are his friends,
-And none your foes but such as shall pretend
-Malicious practises against his state:
-This shall ye do, so help you righteous God!
+Now, governor of Paris, take your oath,
+That you elect no other king but him;
+Esteem none friends but such as are his friends,
+And none your foes but such as shall pretend
+Malicious practises against his state:
+This shall ye do, so help you righteous God!

Enter FASTOLFE

FASTOLFE
-My gracious sovereign, as I rode from Calais,
-To haste unto your coronation,
-A letter was deliver'd to my hands,
-Writ to your grace from the Duke of Burgundy.
+My gracious sovereign, as I rode from Calais,
+To haste unto your coronation,
+A letter was deliver'd to my hands,
+Writ to your grace from the Duke of Burgundy.
TALBOT
-Shame to the Duke of Burgundy and thee!
-I vow'd, base knight, when I did meet thee next,
-To tear the garter from thy craven's leg,
+Shame to the Duke of Burgundy and thee!
+I vow'd, base knight, when I did meet thee next,
+To tear the garter from thy craven's leg,

Plucking it off

-Which I have done, because unworthily
-Thou wast installed in that high degree.
-Pardon me, princely Henry, and the rest
-This dastard, at the battle of Patay,
-When but in all I was six thousand strong
-And that the French were almost ten to one,
-Before we met or that a stroke was given,
-Like to a trusty squire did run away:
-In which assault we lost twelve hundred men;
-Myself and divers gentlemen beside
-Were there surprised and taken prisoners.
-Then judge, great lords, if I have done amiss;
-Or whether that such cowards ought to wear
-This ornament of knighthood, yea or no.
+Which I have done, because unworthily
+Thou wast installed in that high degree.
+Pardon me, princely Henry, and the rest
+This dastard, at the battle of Patay,
+When but in all I was six thousand strong
+And that the French were almost ten to one,
+Before we met or that a stroke was given,
+Like to a trusty squire did run away:
+In which assault we lost twelve hundred men;
+Myself and divers gentlemen beside
+Were there surprised and taken prisoners.
+Then judge, great lords, if I have done amiss;
+Or whether that such cowards ought to wear
+This ornament of knighthood, yea or no.
GLOUCESTER
-To say the truth, this fact was infamous
-And ill beseeming any common man,
-Much more a knight, a captain and a leader.
+To say the truth, this fact was infamous
+And ill beseeming any common man,
+Much more a knight, a captain and a leader.
TALBOT
-When first this order was ordain'd, my lords,
-Knights of the garter were of noble birth,
-Valiant and virtuous, full of haughty courage,
-Such as were grown to credit by the wars;
-Not fearing death, nor shrinking for distress,
-But always resolute in most extremes.
-He then that is not furnish'd in this sort
-Doth but usurp the sacred name of knight,
-Profaning this most honourable order,
-And should, if I were worthy to be judge,
-Be quite degraded, like a hedge-born swain
-That doth presume to boast of gentle blood.
+When first this order was ordain'd, my lords,
+Knights of the garter were of noble birth,
+Valiant and virtuous, full of haughty courage,
+Such as were grown to credit by the wars;
+Not fearing death, nor shrinking for distress,
+But always resolute in most extremes.
+He then that is not furnish'd in this sort
+Doth but usurp the sacred name of knight,
+Profaning this most honourable order,
+And should, if I were worthy to be judge,
+Be quite degraded, like a hedge-born swain
+That doth presume to boast of gentle blood.
KING HENRY VI
-Stain to thy countrymen, thou hear'st thy doom!
-Be packing, therefore, thou that wast a knight:
-Henceforth we banish thee, on pain of death.
+Stain to thy countrymen, thou hear'st thy doom!
+Be packing, therefore, thou that wast a knight:
+Henceforth we banish thee, on pain of death.

Exit FASTOLFE

-And now, my lord protector, view the letter
-Sent from our uncle Duke of Burgundy.
+And now, my lord protector, view the letter
+Sent from our uncle Duke of Burgundy.
GLOUCESTER
-What means his grace, that he hath changed his style?
-No more but, plain and bluntly, 'To the king!'
-Hath he forgot he is his sovereign?
-Or doth this churlish superscription
-Pretend some alteration in good will?
-What's here?
+What means his grace, that he hath changed his style?
+No more but, plain and bluntly, 'To the king!'
+Hath he forgot he is his sovereign?
+Or doth this churlish superscription
+Pretend some alteration in good will?
+What's here?

Reads

-'I have, upon especial cause,
-Moved with compassion of my country's wreck,
-Together with the pitiful complaints
-Of such as your oppression feeds upon,
-Forsaken your pernicious faction
-And join'd with Charles, the rightful King of France.'
-O monstrous treachery! can this be so,
-That in alliance, amity and oaths,
-There should be found such false dissembling guile?
+'I have, upon especial cause,
+Moved with compassion of my country's wreck,
+Together with the pitiful complaints
+Of such as your oppression feeds upon,
+Forsaken your pernicious faction
+And join'd with Charles, the rightful King of France.'
+O monstrous treachery! can this be so,
+That in alliance, amity and oaths,
+There should be found such false dissembling guile?
KING HENRY VI
-What! doth my uncle Burgundy revolt?
+What! doth my uncle Burgundy revolt?
GLOUCESTER
-He doth, my lord, and is become your foe.
+He doth, my lord, and is become your foe.
KING HENRY VI
-Is that the worst this letter doth contain?
+Is that the worst this letter doth contain?
GLOUCESTER
-It is the worst, and all, my lord, he writes.
+It is the worst, and all, my lord, he writes.
KING HENRY VI
-Why, then, Lord Talbot there shall talk with him
-And give him chastisement for this abuse.
-How say you, my lord? are you not content?
+Why, then, Lord Talbot there shall talk with him
+And give him chastisement for this abuse.
+How say you, my lord? are you not content?
TALBOT
-Content, my liege! yes, but that I am prevented,
-I should have begg'd I might have been employ'd.
+Content, my liege! yes, but that I am prevented,
+I should have begg'd I might have been employ'd.
KING HENRY VI
-Then gather strength and march unto him straight:
-Let him perceive how ill we brook his treason
-And what offence it is to flout his friends.
+Then gather strength and march unto him straight:
+Let him perceive how ill we brook his treason
+And what offence it is to flout his friends.
TALBOT
-I go, my lord, in heart desiring still
-You may behold confusion of your foes.
+I go, my lord, in heart desiring still
+You may behold confusion of your foes.

Exit

Enter VERNON and BASSET

VERNON
-Grant me the combat, gracious sovereign.
+Grant me the combat, gracious sovereign.
BASSET
-And me, my lord, grant me the combat too.
+And me, my lord, grant me the combat too.
YORK
-This is my servant: hear him, noble prince.
+This is my servant: hear him, noble prince.
SOMERSET
-And this is mine: sweet Henry, favour him.
+And this is mine: sweet Henry, favour him.
KING HENRY VI
-Be patient, lords; and give them leave to speak.
-Say, gentlemen, what makes you thus exclaim?
-And wherefore crave you combat? or with whom?
+Be patient, lords; and give them leave to speak.
+Say, gentlemen, what makes you thus exclaim?
+And wherefore crave you combat? or with whom?
VERNON
-With him, my lord; for he hath done me wrong.
+With him, my lord; for he hath done me wrong.
BASSET
-And I with him; for he hath done me wrong.
+And I with him; for he hath done me wrong.
KING HENRY VI
-What is that wrong whereof you both complain?
-First let me know, and then I'll answer you.
+What is that wrong whereof you both complain?
+First let me know, and then I'll answer you.
BASSET
-Crossing the sea from England into France,
-This fellow here, with envious carping tongue,
-Upbraided me about the rose I wear;
-Saying, the sanguine colour of the leaves
-Did represent my master's blushing cheeks,
-When stubbornly he did repugn the truth
-About a certain question in the law
-Argued betwixt the Duke of York and him;
-With other vile and ignominious terms:
-In confutation of which rude reproach
-And in defence of my lord's worthiness,
-I crave the benefit of law of arms.
+Crossing the sea from England into France,
+This fellow here, with envious carping tongue,
+Upbraided me about the rose I wear;
+Saying, the sanguine colour of the leaves
+Did represent my master's blushing cheeks,
+When stubbornly he did repugn the truth
+About a certain question in the law
+Argued betwixt the Duke of York and him;
+With other vile and ignominious terms:
+In confutation of which rude reproach
+And in defence of my lord's worthiness,
+I crave the benefit of law of arms.
VERNON
-And that is my petition, noble lord:
-For though he seem with forged quaint conceit
-To set a gloss upon his bold intent,
-Yet know, my lord, I was provoked by him;
-And he first took exceptions at this badge,
-Pronouncing that the paleness of this flower
-Bewray'd the faintness of my master's heart.
+And that is my petition, noble lord:
+For though he seem with forged quaint conceit
+To set a gloss upon his bold intent,
+Yet know, my lord, I was provoked by him;
+And he first took exceptions at this badge,
+Pronouncing that the paleness of this flower
+Bewray'd the faintness of my master's heart.
YORK
-Will not this malice, Somerset, be left?
+Will not this malice, Somerset, be left?
SOMERSET
-Your private grudge, my Lord of York, will out,
-Though ne'er so cunningly you smother it.
+Your private grudge, my Lord of York, will out,
+Though ne'er so cunningly you smother it.
KING HENRY VI
-Good Lord, what madness rules in brainsick men,
-When for so slight and frivolous a cause
-Such factious emulations shall arise!
-Good cousins both, of York and Somerset,
-Quiet yourselves, I pray, and be at peace.
+Good Lord, what madness rules in brainsick men,
+When for so slight and frivolous a cause
+Such factious emulations shall arise!
+Good cousins both, of York and Somerset,
+Quiet yourselves, I pray, and be at peace.
YORK
-Let this dissension first be tried by fight,
-And then your highness shall command a peace.
+Let this dissension first be tried by fight,
+And then your highness shall command a peace.
SOMERSET
-The quarrel toucheth none but us alone;
-Betwixt ourselves let us decide it then.
+The quarrel toucheth none but us alone;
+Betwixt ourselves let us decide it then.
YORK
-There is my pledge; accept it, Somerset.
+There is my pledge; accept it, Somerset.
VERNON
-Nay, let it rest where it began at first.
+Nay, let it rest where it began at first.
BASSET
-Confirm it so, mine honourable lord.
+Confirm it so, mine honourable lord.
GLOUCESTER
-Confirm it so! Confounded be your strife!
-And perish ye, with your audacious prate!
-Presumptuous vassals, are you not ashamed
-With this immodest clamorous outrage
-To trouble and disturb the king and us?
-And you, my lords, methinks you do not well
-To bear with their perverse objections;
-Much less to take occasion from their mouths
-To raise a mutiny betwixt yourselves:
-Let me persuade you take a better course.
+Confirm it so! Confounded be your strife!
+And perish ye, with your audacious prate!
+Presumptuous vassals, are you not ashamed
+With this immodest clamorous outrage
+To trouble and disturb the king and us?
+And you, my lords, methinks you do not well
+To bear with their perverse objections;
+Much less to take occasion from their mouths
+To raise a mutiny betwixt yourselves:
+Let me persuade you take a better course.
EXETER
-It grieves his highness: good my lords, be friends.
+It grieves his highness: good my lords, be friends.
KING HENRY VI
-Come hither, you that would be combatants:
-Henceforth I charge you, as you love our favour,
-Quite to forget this quarrel and the cause.
-And you, my lords, remember where we are,
-In France, amongst a fickle wavering nation:
-If they perceive dissension in our looks
-And that within ourselves we disagree,
-How will their grudging stomachs be provoked
-To wilful disobedience, and rebel!
-Beside, what infamy will there arise,
-When foreign princes shall be certified
-That for a toy, a thing of no regard,
-King Henry's peers and chief nobility
-Destroy'd themselves, and lost the realm of France!
-O, think upon the conquest of my father,
-My tender years, and let us not forego
-That for a trifle that was bought with blood
-Let me be umpire in this doubtful strife.
-I see no reason, if I wear this rose,
+Come hither, you that would be combatants:
+Henceforth I charge you, as you love our favour,
+Quite to forget this quarrel and the cause.
+And you, my lords, remember where we are,
+In France, amongst a fickle wavering nation:
+If they perceive dissension in our looks
+And that within ourselves we disagree,
+How will their grudging stomachs be provoked
+To wilful disobedience, and rebel!
+Beside, what infamy will there arise,
+When foreign princes shall be certified
+That for a toy, a thing of no regard,
+King Henry's peers and chief nobility
+Destroy'd themselves, and lost the realm of France!
+O, think upon the conquest of my father,
+My tender years, and let us not forego
+That for a trifle that was bought with blood
+Let me be umpire in this doubtful strife.
+I see no reason, if I wear this rose,

Putting on a red rose

-That any one should therefore be suspicious
-I more incline to Somerset than York:
-Both are my kinsmen, and I love them both:
-As well they may upbraid me with my crown,
-Because, forsooth, the king of Scots is crown'd.
-But your discretions better can persuade
-Than I am able to instruct or teach:
-And therefore, as we hither came in peace,
-So let us still continue peace and love.
-Cousin of York, we institute your grace
-To be our regent in these parts of France:
-And, good my Lord of Somerset, unite
-Your troops of horsemen with his bands of foot;
-And, like true subjects, sons of your progenitors,
-Go cheerfully together and digest.
-Your angry choler on your enemies.
-Ourself, my lord protector and the rest
-After some respite will return to Calais;
-From thence to England; where I hope ere long
-To be presented, by your victories,
-With Charles, Alencon and that traitorous rout.
+That any one should therefore be suspicious
+I more incline to Somerset than York:
+Both are my kinsmen, and I love them both:
+As well they may upbraid me with my crown,
+Because, forsooth, the king of Scots is crown'd.
+But your discretions better can persuade
+Than I am able to instruct or teach:
+And therefore, as we hither came in peace,
+So let us still continue peace and love.
+Cousin of York, we institute your grace
+To be our regent in these parts of France:
+And, good my Lord of Somerset, unite
+Your troops of horsemen with his bands of foot;
+And, like true subjects, sons of your progenitors,
+Go cheerfully together and digest.
+Your angry choler on your enemies.
+Ourself, my lord protector and the rest
+After some respite will return to Calais;
+From thence to England; where I hope ere long
+To be presented, by your victories,
+With Charles, Alencon and that traitorous rout.

Flourish. Exeunt all but YORK, WARWICK, EXETER and VERNON

WARWICK
-My Lord of York, I promise you, the king
-Prettily, methought, did play the orator.
+My Lord of York, I promise you, the king
+Prettily, methought, did play the orator.
YORK
-And so he did; but yet I like it not,
-In that he wears the badge of Somerset.
+And so he did; but yet I like it not,
+In that he wears the badge of Somerset.
WARWICK
-Tush, that was but his fancy, blame him not;
-I dare presume, sweet prince, he thought no harm.
+Tush, that was but his fancy, blame him not;
+I dare presume, sweet prince, he thought no harm.
YORK
-An if I wist he did,--but let it rest;
-Other affairs must now be managed.
+An if I wist he did,--but let it rest;
+Other affairs must now be managed.

Exeunt all but EXETER

EXETER
-Well didst thou, Richard, to suppress thy voice;
-For, had the passions of thy heart burst out,
-I fear we should have seen decipher'd there
-More rancorous spite, more furious raging broils,
-Than yet can be imagined or supposed.
-But howsoe'er, no simple man that sees
-This jarring discord of nobility,
-This shouldering of each other in the court,
-This factious bandying of their favourites,
-But that it doth presage some ill event.
-'Tis much when sceptres are in children's hands;
-But more when envy breeds unkind division;
-There comes the rain, there begins confusion.
+Well didst thou, Richard, to suppress thy voice;
+For, had the passions of thy heart burst out,
+I fear we should have seen decipher'd there
+More rancorous spite, more furious raging broils,
+Than yet can be imagined or supposed.
+But howsoe'er, no simple man that sees
+This jarring discord of nobility,
+This shouldering of each other in the court,
+This factious bandying of their favourites,
+But that it doth presage some ill event.
+'Tis much when sceptres are in children's hands;
+But more when envy breeds unkind division;
+There comes the rain, there begins confusion.

Exit

SCENE II. Before Bourdeaux.

@@ -4493,26 +4493,26 @@

SCENE I. London. The palace.

CARDINAL OF WINCHESTER
-Stay, my lord legate: you shall first receive
-The sum of money which I promised
-Should be deliver'd to his holiness
-For clothing me in these grave ornaments.
+Stay, my lord legate: you shall first receive
+The sum of money which I promised
+Should be deliver'd to his holiness
+For clothing me in these grave ornaments.
Legate
-I will attend upon your lordship's leisure.
+I will attend upon your lordship's leisure.
CARDINAL OF WINCHESTER
-[Aside] Now Winchester will not submit, I trow,
-Or be inferior to the proudest peer.
-Humphrey of Gloucester, thou shalt well perceive
-That, neither in birth or for authority,
-The bishop will be overborne by thee:
-I'll either make thee stoop and bend thy knee,
-Or sack this country with a mutiny.
+[Aside] Now Winchester will not submit, I trow,
+Or be inferior to the proudest peer.
+Humphrey of Gloucester, thou shalt well perceive
+That, neither in birth or for authority,
+The bishop will be overborne by thee:
+I'll either make thee stoop and bend thy knee,
+Or sack this country with a mutiny.

Exeunt

SCENE II. France. Plains in Anjou.

@@ -5290,141 +5290,141 @@

SCENE IV. Camp of the YORK in Anjou.

CARDINAL OF WINCHESTER
-Lord regent, I do greet your excellence
-With letters of commission from the king.
-For know, my lords, the states of Christendom,
-Moved with remorse of these outrageous broils,
-Have earnestly implored a general peace
-Betwixt our nation and the aspiring French;
-And here at hand the Dauphin and his train
-Approacheth, to confer about some matter.
+Lord regent, I do greet your excellence
+With letters of commission from the king.
+For know, my lords, the states of Christendom,
+Moved with remorse of these outrageous broils,
+Have earnestly implored a general peace
+Betwixt our nation and the aspiring French;
+And here at hand the Dauphin and his train
+Approacheth, to confer about some matter.
YORK
- Is all our travail turn'd to this effect?
-After the slaughter of so many peers,
-So many captains, gentlemen and soldiers,
-That in this quarrel have been overthrown
-And sold their bodies for their country's benefit,
-Shall we at last conclude effeminate peace?
-Have we not lost most part of all the towns,
-By treason, falsehood and by treachery,
-Our great progenitors had conquered?
-O Warwick, Warwick! I foresee with grief
-The utter loss of all the realm of France.
+ Is all our travail turn'd to this effect?
+After the slaughter of so many peers,
+So many captains, gentlemen and soldiers,
+That in this quarrel have been overthrown
+And sold their bodies for their country's benefit,
+Shall we at last conclude effeminate peace?
+Have we not lost most part of all the towns,
+By treason, falsehood and by treachery,
+Our great progenitors had conquered?
+O Warwick, Warwick! I foresee with grief
+The utter loss of all the realm of France.
WARWICK
-Be patient, York: if we conclude a peace,
-It shall be with such strict and severe covenants
-As little shall the Frenchmen gain thereby.
+Be patient, York: if we conclude a peace,
+It shall be with such strict and severe covenants
+As little shall the Frenchmen gain thereby.

Enter CHARLES, ALENCON, BASTARD OF ORLEANS, REIGNIER, and others

CHARLES
-Since, lords of England, it is thus agreed
-That peaceful truce shall be proclaim'd in France,
-We come to be informed by yourselves
-What the conditions of that league must be.
+Since, lords of England, it is thus agreed
+That peaceful truce shall be proclaim'd in France,
+We come to be informed by yourselves
+What the conditions of that league must be.
YORK
-Speak, Winchester; for boiling choler chokes
-The hollow passage of my poison'd voice,
-By sight of these our baleful enemies.
+Speak, Winchester; for boiling choler chokes
+The hollow passage of my poison'd voice,
+By sight of these our baleful enemies.
CARDINAL OF WINCHESTER
-Charles, and the rest, it is enacted thus:
-That, in regard King Henry gives consent,
-Of mere compassion and of lenity,
-To ease your country of distressful war,
-And suffer you to breathe in fruitful peace,
-You shall become true liegemen to his crown:
-And Charles, upon condition thou wilt swear
-To pay him tribute, submit thyself,
-Thou shalt be placed as viceroy under him,
-And still enjoy thy regal dignity.
+Charles, and the rest, it is enacted thus:
+That, in regard King Henry gives consent,
+Of mere compassion and of lenity,
+To ease your country of distressful war,
+And suffer you to breathe in fruitful peace,
+You shall become true liegemen to his crown:
+And Charles, upon condition thou wilt swear
+To pay him tribute, submit thyself,
+Thou shalt be placed as viceroy under him,
+And still enjoy thy regal dignity.
ALENCON
-Must he be then as shadow of himself?
-Adorn his temples with a coronet,
-And yet, in substance and authority,
-Retain but privilege of a private man?
-This proffer is absurd and reasonless.
+Must he be then as shadow of himself?
+Adorn his temples with a coronet,
+And yet, in substance and authority,
+Retain but privilege of a private man?
+This proffer is absurd and reasonless.
CHARLES
-'Tis known already that I am possess'd
-With more than half the Gallian territories,
-And therein reverenced for their lawful king:
-Shall I, for lucre of the rest unvanquish'd,
-Detract so much from that prerogative,
-As to be call'd but viceroy of the whole?
-No, lord ambassador, I'll rather keep
-That which I have than, coveting for more,
-Be cast from possibility of all.
+'Tis known already that I am possess'd
+With more than half the Gallian territories,
+And therein reverenced for their lawful king:
+Shall I, for lucre of the rest unvanquish'd,
+Detract so much from that prerogative,
+As to be call'd but viceroy of the whole?
+No, lord ambassador, I'll rather keep
+That which I have than, coveting for more,
+Be cast from possibility of all.
YORK
-Insulting Charles! hast thou by secret means
-Used intercession to obtain a league,
-And, now the matter grows to compromise,
-Stand'st thou aloof upon comparison?
-Either accept the title thou usurp'st,
-Of benefit proceeding from our king
-And not of any challenge of desert,
-Or we will plague thee with incessant wars.
+Insulting Charles! hast thou by secret means
+Used intercession to obtain a league,
+And, now the matter grows to compromise,
+Stand'st thou aloof upon comparison?
+Either accept the title thou usurp'st,
+Of benefit proceeding from our king
+And not of any challenge of desert,
+Or we will plague thee with incessant wars.
REIGNIER
-My lord, you do not well in obstinacy
-To cavil in the course of this contract:
-If once it be neglected, ten to one
-We shall not find like opportunity.
+My lord, you do not well in obstinacy
+To cavil in the course of this contract:
+If once it be neglected, ten to one
+We shall not find like opportunity.
ALENCON
-To say the truth, it is your policy
-To save your subjects from such massacre
-And ruthless slaughters as are daily seen
-By our proceeding in hostility;
-And therefore take this compact of a truce,
-Although you break it when your pleasure serves.
+To say the truth, it is your policy
+To save your subjects from such massacre
+And ruthless slaughters as are daily seen
+By our proceeding in hostility;
+And therefore take this compact of a truce,
+Although you break it when your pleasure serves.
WARWICK
-How say'st thou, Charles? shall our condition stand?
+How say'st thou, Charles? shall our condition stand?
CHARLES
-It shall;
-Only reserved, you claim no interest
-In any of our towns of garrison.
+It shall;
+Only reserved, you claim no interest
+In any of our towns of garrison.
YORK
-Then swear allegiance to his majesty,
-As thou art knight, never to disobey
-Nor be rebellious to the crown of England,
-Thou, nor thy nobles, to the crown of England.
-So, now dismiss your army when ye please:
-Hang up your ensign, let your drums be still,
-For here we entertain a solemn peace.
+Then swear allegiance to his majesty,
+As thou art knight, never to disobey
+Nor be rebellious to the crown of England,
+Thou, nor thy nobles, to the crown of England.
+So, now dismiss your army when ye please:
+Hang up your ensign, let your drums be still,
+For here we entertain a solemn peace.

Exeunt

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The Second part of King Henry the Sixth -
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SCENE I. London. The palace.

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-Flourish of trumpets: then hautboys. Enter KING HENRY VI, GLOUCESTER, SALISBURY, WARWICK, and CARDINAL, on the one side; QUEEN MARGARET, SUFFOLK, YORK, SOMERSET, and BUCKINGHAM, on the other -
- -SUFFOLK -
-As by your high imperial majesty
-I had in charge at my depart for France,
-As procurator to your excellence,
-To marry Princess Margaret for your grace,
-So, in the famous ancient city, Tours,
-In presence of the Kings of France and Sicil,
-The Dukes of Orleans, Calaber, Bretagne and Alencon,
-Seven earls, twelve barons and twenty reverend bishops,
-I have perform'd my task and was espoused:
-And humbly now upon my bended knee,
-In sight of England and her lordly peers,
-Deliver up my title in the queen
-To your most gracious hands, that are the substance
-Of that great shadow I did represent;
-The happiest gift that ever marquess gave,
-The fairest queen that ever king received.
-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-Suffolk, arise. Welcome, Queen Margaret:
-I can express no kinder sign of love
-Than this kind kiss. O Lord, that lends me life,
-Lend me a heart replete with thankfulness!
-For thou hast given me in this beauteous face
-A world of earthly blessings to my soul,
-If sympathy of love unite our thoughts.
-
- -QUEEN MARGARET -
-Great King of England and my gracious lord,
-The mutual conference that my mind hath had,
-By day, by night, waking and in my dreams,
-In courtly company or at my beads,
-With you, mine alder-liefest sovereign,
-Makes me the bolder to salute my king
-With ruder terms, such as my wit affords
-And over-joy of heart doth minister.
-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-Her sight did ravish; but her grace in speech,
-Her words y-clad with wisdom's majesty,
-Makes me from wondering fall to weeping joys;
-Such is the fulness of my heart's content.
-Lords, with one cheerful voice welcome my love.
-
- -ALL -
-[Kneeling] Long live Queen Margaret, England's
-happiness!
-
- -QUEEN MARGARET -
-We thank you all.
-

Flourish

-
- -SUFFOLK -
-My lord protector, so it please your grace,
-Here are the articles of contracted peace
-Between our sovereign and the French king Charles,
-For eighteen months concluded by consent.
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-[Reads] 'Imprimis, it is agreed between the French
-king Charles, and William de la Pole, Marquess of
-Suffolk, ambassador for Henry King of England, that
-the said Henry shall espouse the Lady Margaret,
-daughter unto Reignier King of Naples, Sicilia and
-Jerusalem, and crown her Queen of England ere the
-thirtieth of May next ensuing. Item, that the duchy
-of Anjou and the county of Maine shall be released
-and delivered to the king her father'--
-

Lets the paper fall

-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-Uncle, how now!
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
- Pardon me, gracious lord;
-Some sudden qualm hath struck me at the heart
-And dimm'd mine eyes, that I can read no further.
-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-Uncle of Winchester, I pray, read on.
-
- -CARDINAL -
-[Reads] 'Item, It is further agreed between them,
-that the duchies of Anjou and Maine shall be
-released and delivered over to the king her father,
-and she sent over of the King of England's own
-proper cost and charges, without having any dowry.'
-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-They please us well. Lord marquess, kneel down:
-We here create thee the first duke of Suffolk,
-And gird thee with the sword. Cousin of York,
-We here discharge your grace from being regent
-I' the parts of France, till term of eighteen months
-Be full expired. Thanks, uncle Winchester,
-Gloucester, York, Buckingham, Somerset,
-Salisbury, and Warwick;
-We thank you all for the great favour done,
-In entertainment to my princely queen.
-Come, let us in, and with all speed provide
-To see her coronation be perform'd.
-

Exeunt KING HENRY VI, QUEEN MARGARET, and SUFFOLK

-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-Brave peers of England, pillars of the state,
-To you Duke Humphrey must unload his grief,
-Your grief, the common grief of all the land.
-What! did my brother Henry spend his youth,
-His valour, coin and people, in the wars?
-Did he so often lodge in open field,
-In winter's cold and summer's parching heat,
-To conquer France, his true inheritance?
-And did my brother Bedford toil his wits,
-To keep by policy what Henry got?
-Have you yourselves, Somerset, Buckingham,
-Brave York, Salisbury, and victorious Warwick,
-Received deep scars in France and Normandy?
-Or hath mine uncle Beaufort and myself,
-With all the learned council of the realm,
-Studied so long, sat in the council-house
-Early and late, debating to and fro
-How France and Frenchmen might be kept in awe,
-And had his highness in his infancy
-Crowned in Paris in despite of foes?
-And shall these labours and these honours die?
-Shall Henry's conquest, Bedford's vigilance,
-Your deeds of war and all our counsel die?
-O peers of England, shameful is this league!
-Fatal this marriage, cancelling your fame,
-Blotting your names from books of memory,
-Razing the characters of your renown,
-Defacing monuments of conquer'd France,
-Undoing all, as all had never been!
-
- -CARDINAL -
-Nephew, what means this passionate discourse,
-This peroration with such circumstance?
-For France, 'tis ours; and we will keep it still.
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-Ay, uncle, we will keep it, if we can;
-But now it is impossible we should:
-Suffolk, the new-made duke that rules the roast,
-Hath given the duchy of Anjou and Maine
-Unto the poor King Reignier, whose large style
-Agrees not with the leanness of his purse.
-
- -SALISBURY -
-Now, by the death of Him that died for all,
-These counties were the keys of Normandy.
-But wherefore weeps Warwick, my valiant son?
-
- -WARWICK -
-For grief that they are past recovery:
-For, were there hope to conquer them again,
-My sword should shed hot blood, mine eyes no tears.
-Anjou and Maine! myself did win them both;
-Those provinces these arms of mine did conquer:
-And are the cities, that I got with wounds,
-Delivered up again with peaceful words?
-Mort Dieu!
-
- -YORK -
-For Suffolk's duke, may he be suffocate,
-That dims the honour of this warlike isle!
-France should have torn and rent my very heart,
-Before I would have yielded to this league.
-I never read but England's kings have had
-Large sums of gold and dowries with their wives:
-And our King Henry gives away his own,
-To match with her that brings no vantages.
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-A proper jest, and never heard before,
-That Suffolk should demand a whole fifteenth
-For costs and charges in transporting her!
-She should have stayed in France and starved
-in France, Before--
-
- -CARDINAL -
-My Lord of Gloucester, now ye grow too hot:
-It was the pleasure of my lord the King.
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-My Lord of Winchester, I know your mind;
-'Tis not my speeches that you do mislike,
-But 'tis my presence that doth trouble ye.
-Rancour will out: proud prelate, in thy face
-I see thy fury: if I longer stay,
-We shall begin our ancient bickerings.
-Lordings, farewell; and say, when I am gone,
-I prophesied France will be lost ere long.
-

Exit

-
- -CARDINAL -
-So, there goes our protector in a rage.
-'Tis known to you he is mine enemy,
-Nay, more, an enemy unto you all,
-And no great friend, I fear me, to the king.
-Consider, lords, he is the next of blood,
-And heir apparent to the English crown:
-Had Henry got an empire by his marriage,
-And all the wealthy kingdoms of the west,
-There's reason he should be displeased at it.
-Look to it, lords! let not his smoothing words
-Bewitch your hearts; be wise and circumspect.
-What though the common people favour him,
-Calling him 'Humphrey, the good Duke of
-Gloucester,'
-Clapping their hands, and crying with loud voice,
-'Jesu maintain your royal excellence!'
-With 'God preserve the good Duke Humphrey!'
-I fear me, lords, for all this flattering gloss,
-He will be found a dangerous protector.
-
- -BUCKINGHAM -
-Why should he, then, protect our sovereign,
-He being of age to govern of himself?
-Cousin of Somerset, join you with me,
-And all together, with the Duke of Suffolk,
-We'll quickly hoise Duke Humphrey from his seat.
-
- -CARDINAL -
-This weighty business will not brook delay:
-I'll to the Duke of Suffolk presently.
-

Exit

-
- -SOMERSET -
-Cousin of Buckingham, though Humphrey's pride
-And greatness of his place be grief to us,
-Yet let us watch the haughty cardinal:
-His insolence is more intolerable
-Than all the princes in the land beside:
-If Gloucester be displaced, he'll be protector.
-
- -BUCKINGHAM -
-Or thou or I, Somerset, will be protector,
-Despite Duke Humphrey or the cardinal.
-

Exeunt BUCKINGHAM and SOMERSET

-
- -SALISBURY -
-Pride went before, ambition follows him.
-While these do labour for their own preferment,
-Behoves it us to labour for the realm.
-I never saw but Humphrey Duke of Gloucester
-Did bear him like a noble gentleman.
-Oft have I seen the haughty cardinal,
-More like a soldier than a man o' the church,
-As stout and proud as he were lord of all,
-Swear like a ruffian and demean himself
-Unlike the ruler of a commonweal.
-Warwick, my son, the comfort of my age,
-Thy deeds, thy plainness and thy housekeeping,
-Hath won the greatest favour of the commons,
-Excepting none but good Duke Humphrey:
-And, brother York, thy acts in Ireland,
-In bringing them to civil discipline,
-Thy late exploits done in the heart of France,
-When thou wert regent for our sovereign,
-Have made thee fear'd and honour'd of the people:
-Join we together, for the public good,
-In what we can, to bridle and suppress
-The pride of Suffolk and the cardinal,
-With Somerset's and Buckingham's ambition;
-And, as we may, cherish Duke Humphrey's deeds,
-While they do tend the profit of the land.
-
- -WARWICK -
-So God help Warwick, as he loves the land,
-And common profit of his country!
-
- -YORK -
-[Aside] And so says York, for he hath greatest cause.
-
- -SALISBURY -
-Then let's make haste away, and look unto the main.
-
- -WARWICK -
-Unto the main! O father, Maine is lost;
-That Maine which by main force Warwick did win,
-And would have kept so long as breath did last!
-Main chance, father, you meant; but I meant Maine,
-Which I will win from France, or else be slain,
-

Exeunt WARWICK and SALISBURY

-
- -YORK -
-Anjou and Maine are given to the French;
-Paris is lost; the state of Normandy
-Stands on a tickle point, now they are gone:
-Suffolk concluded on the articles,
-The peers agreed, and Henry was well pleased
-To change two dukedoms for a duke's fair daughter.
-I cannot blame them all: what is't to them?
-'Tis thine they give away, and not their own.
-Pirates may make cheap pennyworths of their pillage
-And purchase friends and give to courtezans,
-Still revelling like lords till all be gone;
-While as the silly owner of the goods
-Weeps over them and wrings his hapless hands
-And shakes his head and trembling stands aloof,
-While all is shared and all is borne away,
-Ready to starve and dare not touch his own:
-So York must sit and fret and bite his tongue,
-While his own lands are bargain'd for and sold.
-Methinks the realms of England, France and Ireland
-Bear that proportion to my flesh and blood
-As did the fatal brand Althaea burn'd
-Unto the prince's heart of Calydon.
-Anjou and Maine both given unto the French!
-Cold news for me, for I had hope of France,
-Even as I have of fertile England's soil.
-A day will come when York shall claim his own;
-And therefore I will take the Nevils' parts
-And make a show of love to proud Duke Humphrey,
-And, when I spy advantage, claim the crown,
-For that's the golden mark I seek to hit:
-Nor shall proud Lancaster usurp my right,
-Nor hold the sceptre in his childish fist,
-Nor wear the diadem upon his head,
-Whose church-like humours fits not for a crown.
-Then, York, be still awhile, till time do serve:
-Watch thou and wake when others be asleep,
-To pry into the secrets of the state;
-Till Henry, surfeiting in joys of love,
-With his new bride and England's dear-bought queen,
-And Humphrey with the peers be fall'n at jars:
-Then will I raise aloft the milk-white rose,
-With whose sweet smell the air shall be perfumed;
-And in my standard bear the arms of York
-To grapple with the house of Lancaster;
-And, force perforce, I'll make him yield the crown,
-Whose bookish rule hath pull'd fair England down.
-

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-Enter GLOUCESTER and his DUCHESS -
- -DUCHESS -
-Why droops my lord, like over-ripen'd corn,
-Hanging the head at Ceres' plenteous load?
-Why doth the great Duke Humphrey knit his brows,
-As frowning at the favours of the world?
-Why are thine eyes fixed to the sullen earth,
-Gazing on that which seems to dim thy sight?
-What seest thou there? King Henry's diadem,
-Enchased with all the honours of the world?
-If so, gaze on, and grovel on thy face,
-Until thy head be circled with the same.
-Put forth thy hand, reach at the glorious gold.
-What, is't too short? I'll lengthen it with mine:
-And, having both together heaved it up,
-We'll both together lift our heads to heaven,
-And never more abase our sight so low
-As to vouchsafe one glance unto the ground.
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-O Nell, sweet Nell, if thou dost love thy lord,
-Banish the canker of ambitious thoughts.
-And may that thought, when I imagine ill
-Against my king and nephew, virtuous Henry,
-Be my last breathing in this mortal world!
-My troublous dream this night doth make me sad.
-
- -DUCHESS -
-What dream'd my lord? tell me, and I'll requite it
-With sweet rehearsal of my morning's dream.
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-Methought this staff, mine office-badge in court,
-Was broke in twain; by whom I have forgot,
-But, as I think, it was by the cardinal;
-And on the pieces of the broken wand
-Were placed the heads of Edmund Duke of Somerset,
-And William de la Pole, first duke of Suffolk.
-This was my dream: what it doth bode, God knows.
-
- -DUCHESS -
-Tut, this was nothing but an argument
-That he that breaks a stick of Gloucester's grove
-Shall lose his head for his presumption.
-But list to me, my Humphrey, my sweet duke:
-Methought I sat in seat of majesty
-In the cathedral church of Westminster,
-And in that chair where kings and queens are crown'd;
-Where Henry and dame Margaret kneel'd to me
-And on my head did set the diadem.
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-Nay, Eleanor, then must I chide outright:
-Presumptuous dame, ill-nurtured Eleanor,
-Art thou not second woman in the realm,
-And the protector's wife, beloved of him?
-Hast thou not worldly pleasure at command,
-Above the reach or compass of thy thought?
-And wilt thou still be hammering treachery,
-To tumble down thy husband and thyself
-From top of honour to disgrace's feet?
-Away from me, and let me hear no more!
-
- -DUCHESS -
-What, what, my lord! are you so choleric
-With Eleanor, for telling but her dream?
-Next time I'll keep my dreams unto myself,
-And not be cheque'd.
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-Nay, be not angry; I am pleased again.
-

Enter Messenger

-
- -Messenger -
-My lord protector, 'tis his highness' pleasure
-You do prepare to ride unto Saint Alban's,
-Where as the king and queen do mean to hawk.
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-I go. Come, Nell, thou wilt ride with us?
-
- -DUCHESS -
-Yes, my good lord, I'll follow presently.
-

Exeunt GLOUCESTER and Messenger

-Follow I must; I cannot go before,
-While Gloucester bears this base and humble mind.
-Were I a man, a duke, and next of blood,
-I would remove these tedious stumbling-blocks
-And smooth my way upon their headless necks;
-And, being a woman, I will not be slack
-To play my part in Fortune's pageant.
-Where are you there? Sir John! nay, fear not, man,
-We are alone; here's none but thee and I.
-

Enter HUME

-
- -HUME -
-Jesus preserve your royal majesty!
-
- -DUCHESS -
-What say'st thou? majesty! I am but grace.
-
- -HUME -
-But, by the grace of God, and Hume's advice,
-Your grace's title shall be multiplied.
-
- -DUCHESS -
-What say'st thou, man? hast thou as yet conferr'd
-With Margery Jourdain, the cunning witch,
-With Roger Bolingbroke, the conjurer?
-And will they undertake to do me good?
-
- -HUME -
-This they have promised, to show your highness
-A spirit raised from depth of under-ground,
-That shall make answer to such questions
-As by your grace shall be propounded him.
-
- -DUCHESS -
-It is enough; I'll think upon the questions:
-When from St. Alban's we do make return,
-We'll see these things effected to the full.
-Here, Hume, take this reward; make merry, man,
-With thy confederates in this weighty cause.
-

Exit

-
- -HUME -
-Hume must make merry with the duchess' gold;
-Marry, and shall. But how now, Sir John Hume!
-Seal up your lips, and give no words but mum:
-The business asketh silent secrecy.
-Dame Eleanor gives gold to bring the witch:
-Gold cannot come amiss, were she a devil.
-Yet have I gold flies from another coast;
-I dare not say, from the rich cardinal
-And from the great and new-made Duke of Suffolk,
-Yet I do find it so; for to be plain,
-They, knowing Dame Eleanor's aspiring humour,
-Have hired me to undermine the duchess
-And buz these conjurations in her brain.
-They say 'A crafty knave does need no broker;'
-Yet am I Suffolk and the cardinal's broker.
-Hume, if you take not heed, you shall go near
-To call them both a pair of crafty knaves.
-Well, so it stands; and thus, I fear, at last
-Hume's knavery will be the duchess' wreck,
-And her attainture will be Humphrey's fall:
-Sort how it will, I shall have gold for all.
-

Exit

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SCENE III. The palace.

- -

-Enter three or four Petitioners, PETER, the Armourer's man, being one -
- -First Petitioner -
-My masters, let's stand close: my lord protector
-will come this way by and by, and then we may deliver
-our supplications in the quill.
-
- -Second Petitioner -
-Marry, the Lord protect him, for he's a good man!
-Jesu bless him!
-

Enter SUFFOLK and QUEEN MARGARET

-
- -PETER -
-Here a' comes, methinks, and the queen with him.
-I'll be the first, sure.
-
- -Second Petitioner -
-Come back, fool; this is the Duke of Suffolk, and
-not my lord protector.
-
- -SUFFOLK -
-How now, fellow! would'st anything with me?
-
- -First Petitioner -
-I pray, my lord, pardon me; I took ye for my lord
-protector.
-
- -QUEEN MARGARET -
-[Reading] 'To my Lord Protector!' Are your
-supplications to his lordship? Let me see them:
-what is thine?
-
- -First Petitioner -
-Mine is, an't please your grace, against John
-Goodman, my lord cardinal's man, for keeping my
-house, and lands, and wife and all, from me.
-
- -SUFFOLK -
-Thy wife, too! that's some wrong, indeed. What's
-yours? What's here!
-

Reads

-'Against the Duke of Suffolk, for enclosing the
-commons of Melford.' How now, sir knave!
-
- -Second Petitioner -
-Alas, sir, I am but a poor petitioner of our whole township.
-
- -PETER -
-[Giving his petition] Against my master, Thomas
-Horner, for saying that the Duke of York was rightful
-heir to the crown.
-
- -QUEEN MARGARET -
-What sayst thou? did the Duke of York say he was
-rightful heir to the crown?
-
- -PETER -
-That my master was? no, forsooth: my master said
-that he was, and that the king was an usurper.
-
- -SUFFOLK -
-Who is there?
-

Enter Servant

-Take this fellow in, and send for
-his master with a pursuivant presently: we'll hear
-more of your matter before the King.
-

Exit Servant with PETER

-
- -QUEEN MARGARET -
-And as for you, that love to be protected
-Under the wings of our protector's grace,
-Begin your suits anew, and sue to him.
-

Tears the supplication

-Away, base cullions! Suffolk, let them go.
-
- -ALL -
-Come, let's be gone.
-

Exeunt

-
- -QUEEN MARGARET -
-My Lord of Suffolk, say, is this the guise,
-Is this the fashion in the court of England?
-Is this the government of Britain's isle,
-And this the royalty of Albion's king?
-What shall King Henry be a pupil still
-Under the surly Gloucester's governance?
-Am I a queen in title and in style,
-And must be made a subject to a duke?
-I tell thee, Pole, when in the city Tours
-Thou ran'st a tilt in honour of my love
-And stolest away the ladies' hearts of France,
-I thought King Henry had resembled thee
-In courage, courtship and proportion:
-But all his mind is bent to holiness,
-To number Ave-Maries on his beads;
-His champions are the prophets and apostles,
-His weapons holy saws of sacred writ,
-His study is his tilt-yard, and his loves
-Are brazen images of canonized saints.
-I would the college of the cardinals
-Would choose him pope, and carry him to Rome,
-And set the triple crown upon his head:
-That were a state fit for his holiness.
-
- -SUFFOLK -
-Madam, be patient: as I was cause
-Your highness came to England, so will I
-In England work your grace's full content.
-
- -QUEEN MARGARET -
-Beside the haughty protector, have we Beaufort,
-The imperious churchman, Somerset, Buckingham,
-And grumbling York: and not the least of these
-But can do more in England than the king.
-
- -SUFFOLK -
-And he of these that can do most of all
-Cannot do more in England than the Nevils:
-Salisbury and Warwick are no simple peers.
-
- -QUEEN MARGARET -
-Not all these lords do vex me half so much
-As that proud dame, the lord protector's wife.
-She sweeps it through the court with troops of ladies,
-More like an empress than Duke Humphrey's wife:
-Strangers in court do take her for the queen:
-She bears a duke's revenues on her back,
-And in her heart she scorns our poverty:
-Shall I not live to be avenged on her?
-Contemptuous base-born callet as she is,
-She vaunted 'mongst her minions t'other day,
-The very train of her worst wearing gown
-Was better worth than all my father's lands,
-Till Suffolk gave two dukedoms for his daughter.
-
- -SUFFOLK -
-Madam, myself have limed a bush for her,
-And placed a quire of such enticing birds,
-That she will light to listen to the lays,
-And never mount to trouble you again.
-So, let her rest: and, madam, list to me;
-For I am bold to counsel you in this.
-Although we fancy not the cardinal,
-Yet must we join with him and with the lords,
-Till we have brought Duke Humphrey in disgrace.
-As for the Duke of York, this late complaint
-Will make but little for his benefit.
-So, one by one, we'll weed them all at last,
-And you yourself shall steer the happy helm.
-

Sound a sennet. Enter KING HENRY VI, GLOUCESTER, CARDINAL, BUCKINGHAM, YORK, SOMERSET, SALISBURY, WARWICK, and the DUCHESS

-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-For my part, noble lords, I care not which;
-Or Somerset or York, all's one to me.
-
- -YORK -
-If York have ill demean'd himself in France,
-Then let him be denay'd the regentship.
-
- -SOMERSET -
-If Somerset be unworthy of the place,
-Let York be regent; I will yield to him.
-
- -WARWICK -
-Whether your grace be worthy, yea or no,
-Dispute not that: York is the worthier.
-
- -CARDINAL -
-Ambitious Warwick, let thy betters speak.
-
- -WARWICK -
-The cardinal's not my better in the field.
-
- -BUCKINGHAM -
-All in this presence are thy betters, Warwick.
-
- -WARWICK -
-Warwick may live to be the best of all.
-
- -SALISBURY -
-Peace, son! and show some reason, Buckingham,
-Why Somerset should be preferred in this.
-
- -QUEEN MARGARET -
-Because the king, forsooth, will have it so.
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-Madam, the king is old enough himself
-To give his censure: these are no women's matters.
-
- -QUEEN MARGARET -
-If he be old enough, what needs your grace
-To be protector of his excellence?
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-Madam, I am protector of the realm;
-And, at his pleasure, will resign my place.
-
- -SUFFOLK -
-Resign it then and leave thine insolence.
-Since thou wert king--as who is king but thou?--
-The commonwealth hath daily run to wreck;
-The Dauphin hath prevail'd beyond the seas;
-And all the peers and nobles of the realm
-Have been as bondmen to thy sovereignty.
-
- -CARDINAL -
-The commons hast thou rack'd; the clergy's bags
-Are lank and lean with thy extortions.
-
- -SOMERSET -
-Thy sumptuous buildings and thy wife's attire
-Have cost a mass of public treasury.
-
- -BUCKINGHAM -
-Thy cruelty in execution
-Upon offenders, hath exceeded law,
-And left thee to the mercy of the law.
-
- -QUEEN MARGARET -
-They sale of offices and towns in France,
-If they were known, as the suspect is great,
-Would make thee quickly hop without thy head.
-

Exit GLOUCESTER. QUEEN MARGARET drops her fan

-Give me my fan: what, minion! can ye not?
-

She gives the DUCHESS a box on the ear

-I cry you mercy, madam; was it you?
-
- -DUCHESS -
-Was't I! yea, I it was, proud Frenchwoman:
-Could I come near your beauty with my nails,
-I'd set my ten commandments in your face.
-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-Sweet aunt, be quiet; 'twas against her will.
-
- -DUCHESS -
-Against her will! good king, look to't in time;
-She'll hamper thee, and dandle thee like a baby:
-Though in this place most master wear no breeches,
-She shall not strike Dame Eleanor unrevenged.
-

Exit

-
- -BUCKINGHAM -
-Lord cardinal, I will follow Eleanor,
-And listen after Humphrey, how he proceeds:
-She's tickled now; her fume needs no spurs,
-She'll gallop far enough to her destruction.
-

Exit

-

Re-enter GLOUCESTER

-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-Now, lords, my choler being over-blown
-With walking once about the quadrangle,
-I come to talk of commonwealth affairs.
-As for your spiteful false objections,
-Prove them, and I lie open to the law:
-But God in mercy so deal with my soul,
-As I in duty love my king and country!
-But, to the matter that we have in hand:
-I say, my sovereign, York is meetest man
-To be your regent in the realm of France.
-
- -SUFFOLK -
-Before we make election, give me leave
-To show some reason, of no little force,
-That York is most unmeet of any man.
-
- -YORK -
-I'll tell thee, Suffolk, why I am unmeet:
-First, for I cannot flatter thee in pride;
-Next, if I be appointed for the place,
-My Lord of Somerset will keep me here,
-Without discharge, money, or furniture,
-Till France be won into the Dauphin's hands:
-Last time, I danced attendance on his will
-Till Paris was besieged, famish'd, and lost.
-
- -WARWICK -
-That can I witness; and a fouler fact
-Did never traitor in the land commit.
-
- -SUFFOLK -
-Peace, headstrong Warwick!
-
- -WARWICK -
-Image of pride, why should I hold my peace?
-

Enter HORNER, the Armourer, and his man PETER, guarded

-
- -SUFFOLK -
-Because here is a man accused of treason:
-Pray God the Duke of York excuse himself!
-
- -YORK -
-Doth any one accuse York for a traitor?
-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-What mean'st thou, Suffolk; tell me, what are these?
-
- -SUFFOLK -
-Please it your majesty, this is the man
-That doth accuse his master of high treason:
-His words were these: that Richard, Duke of York,
-Was rightful heir unto the English crown
-And that your majesty was a usurper.
-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-Say, man, were these thy words?
-
- -HORNER -
-An't shall please your majesty, I never said nor
-thought any such matter: God is my witness, I am
-falsely accused by the villain.
-
- -PETER -
-By these ten bones, my lords, he did speak them to
-me in the garret one night, as we were scouring my
-Lord of York's armour.
-
- -YORK -
-Base dunghill villain and mechanical,
-I'll have thy head for this thy traitor's speech.
-I do beseech your royal majesty,
-Let him have all the rigor of the law.
-
- -HORNER -
-Alas, my lord, hang me, if ever I spake the words.
-My accuser is my 'prentice; and when I did correct
-him for his fault the other day, he did vow upon his
-knees he would be even with me: I have good
-witness of this: therefore I beseech your majesty,
-do not cast away an honest man for a villain's
-accusation.
-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-Uncle, what shall we say to this in law?
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-This doom, my lord, if I may judge:
-Let Somerset be regent over the French,
-Because in York this breeds suspicion:
-And let these have a day appointed them
-For single combat in convenient place,
-For he hath witness of his servant's malice:
-This is the law, and this Duke Humphrey's doom.
-
- -SOMERSET -
-I humbly thank your royal majesty.
-
- -HORNER -
-And I accept the combat willingly.
-
- -PETER -
-Alas, my lord, I cannot fight; for God's sake, pity
-my case. The spite of man prevaileth against me. O
-Lord, have mercy upon me! I shall never be able to
-fight a blow. O Lord, my heart!
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-Sirrah, or you must fight, or else be hang'd.
-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-Away with them to prison; and the day of combat
-shall be the last of the next month. Come,
-Somerset, we'll see thee sent away.
-

Flourish. Exeunt

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SCENE IV. GLOUCESTER's garden.

- -

-Enter MARGARET JOURDAIN, HUME, SOUTHWELL, and BOLINGBROKE -
- -HUME -
-Come, my masters; the duchess, I tell you, expects
-performance of your promises.
-
- -BOLINGBROKE -
-Master Hume, we are therefore provided: will her
-ladyship behold and hear our exorcisms?
-
- -HUME -
-Ay, what else? fear you not her courage.
-
- -BOLINGBROKE -
-I have heard her reported to be a woman of an
-invincible spirit: but it shall be convenient,
-Master Hume, that you be by her aloft, while we be
-busy below; and so, I pray you, go, in God's name,
-and leave us.
-

Exit HUME

-Mother Jourdain, be you
-prostrate and grovel on the earth; John Southwell,
-read you; and let us to our work.
-

Enter the DUCHESS aloft, HUME following

-
- -DUCHESS -
-Well said, my masters; and welcome all. To this
-gear the sooner the better.
-
- -BOLINGBROKE -
-Patience, good lady; wizards know their times:
-Deep night, dark night, the silent of the night,
-The time of night when Troy was set on fire;
-The time when screech-owls cry and ban-dogs howl,
-And spirits walk and ghosts break up their graves,
-That time best fits the work we have in hand.
-Madam, sit you and fear not: whom we raise,
-We will make fast within a hallow'd verge.
-

Here they do the ceremonies belonging, and make the circle; BOLINGBROKE or SOUTHWELL reads, Conjuro te, & c. It thunders and lightens terribly; then the Spirit riseth

-
- -Spirit -
-Adsum.
-
- -MARGARET JOURDAIN -
-Asmath,
-By the eternal God, whose name and power
-Thou tremblest at, answer that I shall ask;
-For, till thou speak, thou shalt not pass from hence.
-
- -Spirit -
-Ask what thou wilt. That I had said and done!
-
- -BOLINGBROKE -
-'First of the king: what shall of him become?'
-

Reading out of a paper

-
- -Spirit -
-The duke yet lives that Henry shall depose;
-But him outlive, and die a violent death.
-

As the Spirit speaks, SOUTHWELL writes the answer

-
- -BOLINGBROKE -
-'What fates await the Duke of Suffolk?'
-
- -Spirit -
-By water shall he die, and take his end.
-
- -BOLINGBROKE -
-'What shall befall the Duke of Somerset?'
-
- -Spirit -
-Let him shun castles;
-Safer shall he be upon the sandy plains
-Than where castles mounted stand.
-Have done, for more I hardly can endure.
-
- -BOLINGBROKE -
-Descend to darkness and the burning lake!
-False fiend, avoid!
-

Thunder and lightning. Exit Spirit

-

Enter YORK and BUCKINGHAM with their Guard and break in

-
- -YORK -
-Lay hands upon these traitors and their trash.
-Beldam, I think we watch'd you at an inch.
-What, madam, are you there? the king and commonweal
-Are deeply indebted for this piece of pains:
-My lord protector will, I doubt it not,
-See you well guerdon'd for these good deserts.
-
- -DUCHESS -
-Not half so bad as thine to England's king,
-Injurious duke, that threatest where's no cause.
-
- -BUCKINGHAM -
-True, madam, none at all: what call you this?
-Away with them! let them be clapp'd up close.
-And kept asunder. You, madam, shall with us.
-Stafford, take her to thee.
-

Exeunt above DUCHESS and HUME, guarded

-We'll see your trinkets here all forthcoming.
-All, away!
-

Exeunt guard with MARGARET JOURDAIN, SOUTHWELL, & c

-
- -YORK -
-Lord Buckingham, methinks, you watch'd her well:
-A pretty plot, well chosen to build upon!
-Now, pray, my lord, let's see the devil's writ.
-What have we here?
-

Reads

-'The duke yet lives, that Henry shall depose;
-But him outlive, and die a violent death.'
-Why, this is just
-'Aio te, AEacida, Romanos vincere posse.'
-Well, to the rest:
-'Tell me what fate awaits the Duke of Suffolk?
-By water shall he die, and take his end.
-What shall betide the Duke of Somerset?
-Let him shun castles;
-Safer shall he be upon the sandy plains
-Than where castles mounted stand.'
-Come, come, my lords;
-These oracles are hardly attain'd,
-And hardly understood.
-The king is now in progress towards Saint Alban's,
-With him the husband of this lovely lady:
-Thither go these news, as fast as horse can
-carry them:
-A sorry breakfast for my lord protector.
-
- -BUCKINGHAM -
-Your grace shall give me leave, my Lord of York,
-To be the post, in hope of his reward.
-
- -YORK -
-At your pleasure, my good lord. Who's within
-there, ho!
-

Enter a Servingman

-Invite my Lords of Salisbury and Warwick
-To sup with me to-morrow night. Away!
-

Exeunt

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SCENE I. Saint Alban's.

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-Enter KING HENRY VI, QUEEN MARGARET, GLOUCESTER, CARDINAL, and SUFFOLK, with Falconers halloing -
- -QUEEN MARGARET -
-Believe me, lords, for flying at the brook,
-I saw not better sport these seven years' day:
-Yet, by your leave, the wind was very high;
-And, ten to one, old Joan had not gone out.
-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-But what a point, my lord, your falcon made,
-And what a pitch she flew above the rest!
-To see how God in all his creatures works!
-Yea, man and birds are fain of climbing high.
-
- -SUFFOLK -
-No marvel, an it like your majesty,
-My lord protector's hawks do tower so well;
-They know their master loves to be aloft,
-And bears his thoughts above his falcon's pitch.
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-My lord, 'tis but a base ignoble mind
-That mounts no higher than a bird can soar.
-
- -CARDINAL -
-I thought as much; he would be above the clouds.
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-Ay, my lord cardinal? how think you by that?
-Were it not good your grace could fly to heaven?
-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-The treasury of everlasting joy.
-
- -CARDINAL -
-Thy heaven is on earth; thine eyes and thoughts
-Beat on a crown, the treasure of thy heart;
-Pernicious protector, dangerous peer,
-That smooth'st it so with king and commonweal!
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-What, cardinal, is your priesthood grown peremptory?
-Tantaene animis coelestibus irae?
-Churchmen so hot? good uncle, hide such malice;
-With such holiness can you do it?
-
- -SUFFOLK -
-No malice, sir; no more than well becomes
-So good a quarrel and so bad a peer.
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-As who, my lord?
-
- -SUFFOLK -
- Why, as you, my lord,
-An't like your lordly lord-protectorship.
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-Why, Suffolk, England knows thine insolence.
-
- -QUEEN MARGARET -
-And thy ambition, Gloucester.
-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-I prithee, peace, good queen,
-And whet not on these furious peers;
-For blessed are the peacemakers on earth.
-
- -CARDINAL -
-Let me be blessed for the peace I make,
-Against this proud protector, with my sword!
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-[Aside to CARDINAL] Faith, holy uncle, would
-'twere come to that!
-
- -CARDINAL -
-[Aside to GLOUCESTER] Marry, when thou darest.
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-[Aside to CARDINAL] Make up no factious
-numbers for the matter;
-In thine own person answer thy abuse.
-
- -CARDINAL -
-[Aside to GLOUCESTER] Ay, where thou darest
-not peep: an if thou darest,
-This evening, on the east side of the grove.
-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-How now, my lords!
-
- -CARDINAL -
- Believe me, cousin Gloucester,
-Had not your man put up the fowl so suddenly,
-We had had more sport.
-

Aside to GLOUCESTER

-Come with thy two-hand sword.
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-True, uncle.
-
- -CARDINAL -
-[Aside to GLOUCESTER] Are ye advised? the
-east side of the grove?
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-[Aside to CARDINAL] Cardinal, I am with you.
-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-Why, how now, uncle Gloucester!
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-Talking of hawking; nothing else, my lord.
-

Aside to CARDINAL

-Now, by God's mother, priest, I'll shave your crown for this,
-Or all my fence shall fail.
-
- -CARDINAL -
-[Aside to GLOUCESTER] Medice, teipsum--
-Protector, see to't well, protect yourself.
-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-The winds grow high; so do your stomachs, lords.
-How irksome is this music to my heart!
-When such strings jar, what hope of harmony?
-I pray, my lords, let me compound this strife.
-

Enter a Townsman of Saint Alban's, crying 'A miracle!'

-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-What means this noise?
-Fellow, what miracle dost thou proclaim?
-
- -Townsman -
-A miracle! a miracle!
-
- -SUFFOLK -
-Come to the king and tell him what miracle.
-
- -Townsman -
-Forsooth, a blind man at Saint Alban's shrine,
-Within this half-hour, hath received his sight;
-A man that ne'er saw in his life before.
-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-Now, God be praised, that to believing souls
-Gives light in darkness, comfort in despair!
-

Enter the Mayor of Saint Alban's and his brethren, bearing SIMPCOX, between two in a chair, SIMPCOX's Wife following

-
- -CARDINAL -
-Here comes the townsmen on procession,
-To present your highness with the man.
-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-Great is his comfort in this earthly vale,
-Although by his sight his sin be multiplied.
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-Stand by, my masters: bring him near the king;
-His highness' pleasure is to talk with him.
-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-Good fellow, tell us here the circumstance,
-That we for thee may glorify the Lord.
-What, hast thou been long blind and now restored?
-
- -SIMPCOX -
-Born blind, an't please your grace.
-
- -Wife -
-Ay, indeed, was he.
-
- -SUFFOLK -
-What woman is this?
-
- -Wife -
-His wife, an't like your worship.
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-Hadst thou been his mother, thou couldst have
-better told.
-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-Where wert thou born?
-
- -SIMPCOX -
-At Berwick in the north, an't like your grace.
-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-Poor soul, God's goodness hath been great to thee:
-Let never day nor night unhallow'd pass,
-But still remember what the Lord hath done.
-
- -QUEEN MARGARET -
-Tell me, good fellow, camest thou here by chance,
-Or of devotion, to this holy shrine?
-
- -SIMPCOX -
-God knows, of pure devotion; being call'd
-A hundred times and oftener, in my sleep,
-By good Saint Alban; who said, 'Simpcox, come,
-Come, offer at my shrine, and I will help thee.'
-
- -Wife -
-Most true, forsooth; and many time and oft
-Myself have heard a voice to call him so.
-
- -CARDINAL -
-What, art thou lame?
-
- -SIMPCOX -
-Ay, God Almighty help me!
-
- -SUFFOLK -
-How camest thou so?
-
- -SIMPCOX -
-A fall off of a tree.
-
- -Wife -
-A plum-tree, master.
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-How long hast thou been blind?
-
- -SIMPCOX -
-Born so, master.
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
- What, and wouldst climb a tree?
-
- -SIMPCOX -
-But that in all my life, when I was a youth.
-
- -Wife -
-Too true; and bought his climbing very dear.
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-Mass, thou lovedst plums well, that wouldst
-venture so.
-
- -SIMPCOX -
-Alas, good master, my wife desired some damsons,
-And made me climb, with danger of my life.
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-A subtle knave! but yet it shall not serve.
-Let me see thine eyes: wink now: now open them:
-In my opinion yet thou seest not well.
-
- -SIMPCOX -
-Yes, master, clear as day, I thank God and
-Saint Alban.
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-Say'st thou me so? What colour is this cloak of?
-
- -SIMPCOX -
-Red, master; red as blood.
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-Why, that's well said. What colour is my gown of?
-
- -SIMPCOX -
-Black, forsooth: coal-black as jet.
-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-Why, then, thou know'st what colour jet is of?
-
- -SUFFOLK -
-And yet, I think, jet did he never see.
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-But cloaks and gowns, before this day, a many.
-
- -Wife -
-Never, before this day, in all his life.
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-Tell me, sirrah, what's my name?
-
- -SIMPCOX -
-Alas, master, I know not.
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-What's his name?
-
- -SIMPCOX -
-I know not.
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-Nor his?
-
- -SIMPCOX -
-No, indeed, master.
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-What's thine own name?
-
- -SIMPCOX -
-Saunder Simpcox, an if it please you, master.
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-Then, Saunder, sit there, the lyingest knave in
-Christendom. If thou hadst been born blind, thou
-mightest as well have known all our names as thus to
-name the several colours we do wear. Sight may
-distinguish of colours, but suddenly to nominate them
-all, it is impossible. My lords, Saint Alban here
-hath done a miracle; and would ye not think his
-cunning to be great, that could restore this cripple
-to his legs again?
-
- -SIMPCOX -
-O master, that you could!
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-My masters of Saint Alban's, have you not beadles in
-your town, and things called whips?
-
- -Mayor -
-Yes, my lord, if it please your grace.
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-Then send for one presently.
-
- -Mayor -
-Sirrah, go fetch the beadle hither straight.
-

Exit an Attendant

-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-Now fetch me a stool hither by and by. Now, sirrah,
-if you mean to save yourself from whipping, leap me
-over this stool and run away.
-
- -SIMPCOX -
-Alas, master, I am not able to stand alone:
-You go about to torture me in vain.
-

Enter a Beadle with whips

-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-Well, sir, we must have you find your legs. Sirrah
-beadle, whip him till he leap over that same stool.
-
- -Beadle -
-I will, my lord. Come on, sirrah; off with your
-doublet quickly.
-
- -SIMPCOX -
-Alas, master, what shall I do? I am not able to stand.
-

After the Beadle hath hit him once, he leaps over the stool and runs away; and they follow and cry, 'A miracle!'

-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-O God, seest Thou this, and bearest so long?
-
- -QUEEN MARGARET -
-It made me laugh to see the villain run.
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-Follow the knave; and take this drab away.
-
- -Wife -
-Alas, sir, we did it for pure need.
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-Let them be whipped through every market-town, till
-they come to Berwick, from whence they came.
-

Exeunt Wife, Beadle, Mayor, & c

-
- -CARDINAL -
-Duke Humphrey has done a miracle to-day.
-
- -SUFFOLK -
-True; made the lame to leap and fly away.
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-But you have done more miracles than I;
-You made in a day, my lord, whole towns to fly.
-

Enter BUCKINGHAM

-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-What tidings with our cousin Buckingham?
-
- -BUCKINGHAM -
-Such as my heart doth tremble to unfold.
-A sort of naughty persons, lewdly bent,
-Under the countenance and confederacy
-Of Lady Eleanor, the protector's wife,
-The ringleader and head of all this rout,
-Have practised dangerously against your state,
-Dealing with witches and with conjurers:
-Whom we have apprehended in the fact;
-Raising up wicked spirits from under ground,
-Demanding of King Henry's life and death,
-And other of your highness' privy-council;
-As more at large your grace shall understand.
-
- -CARDINAL -
-[Aside to GLOUCESTER] And so, my lord protector,
-by this means
-Your lady is forthcoming yet at London.
-This news, I think, hath turn'd your weapon's edge;
-'Tis like, my lord, you will not keep your hour.
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-Ambitious churchman, leave to afflict my heart:
-Sorrow and grief have vanquish'd all my powers;
-And, vanquish'd as I am, I yield to thee,
-Or to the meanest groom.
-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-O God, what mischiefs work the wicked ones,
-Heaping confusion on their own heads thereby!
-
- -QUEEN MARGARET -
-Gloucester, see here the tainture of thy nest.
-And look thyself be faultless, thou wert best.
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-Madam, for myself, to heaven I do appeal,
-How I have loved my king and commonweal:
-And, for my wife, I know not how it stands;
-Sorry I am to hear what I have heard:
-Noble she is, but if she have forgot
-Honour and virtue and conversed with such
-As, like to pitch, defile nobility,
-I banish her my bed and company
-And give her as a prey to law and shame,
-That hath dishonour'd Gloucester's honest name.
-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-Well, for this night we will repose us here:
-To-morrow toward London back again,
-To look into this business thoroughly
-And call these foul offenders to their answers
-And poise the cause in justice' equal scales,
-Whose beam stands sure, whose rightful cause prevails.
-

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SCENE II. London. YORK'S garden.

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-Enter YORK, SALISBURY, and WARWICK -
- -YORK -
-Now, my good Lords of Salisbury and Warwick,
-Our simple supper ended, give me leave
-In this close walk to satisfy myself,
-In craving your opinion of my title,
-Which is infallible, to England's crown.
-
- -SALISBURY -
-My lord, I long to hear it at full.
-
- -WARWICK -
-Sweet York, begin: and if thy claim be good,
-The Nevils are thy subjects to command.
-
- -YORK -
-Then thus:
-Edward the Third, my lords, had seven sons:
-The first, Edward the Black Prince, Prince of Wales;
-The second, William of Hatfield, and the third,
-Lionel Duke of Clarence: next to whom
-Was John of Gaunt, the Duke of Lancaster;
-The fifth was Edmund Langley, Duke of York;
-The sixth was Thomas of Woodstock, Duke of Gloucester;
-William of Windsor was the seventh and last.
-Edward the Black Prince died before his father
-And left behind him Richard, his only son,
-Who after Edward the Third's death reign'd as king;
-Till Henry Bolingbroke, Duke of Lancaster,
-The eldest son and heir of John of Gaunt,
-Crown'd by the name of Henry the Fourth,
-Seized on the realm, deposed the rightful king,
-Sent his poor queen to France, from whence she came,
-And him to Pomfret; where, as all you know,
-Harmless Richard was murder'd traitorously.
-
- -WARWICK -
-Father, the duke hath told the truth:
-Thus got the house of Lancaster the crown.
-
- -YORK -
-Which now they hold by force and not by right;
-For Richard, the first son's heir, being dead,
-The issue of the next son should have reign'd.
-
- -SALISBURY -
-But William of Hatfield died without an heir.
-
- -YORK -
-The third son, Duke of Clarence, from whose line
-I claimed the crown, had issue, Philippe, a daughter,
-Who married Edmund Mortimer, Earl of March:
-Edmund had issue, Roger Earl of March;
-Roger had issue, Edmund, Anne and Eleanor.
-
- -SALISBURY -
-This Edmund, in the reign of Bolingbroke,
-As I have read, laid claim unto the crown;
-And, but for Owen Glendower, had been king,
-Who kept him in captivity till he died.
-But to the rest.
-
- -YORK -
- His eldest sister, Anne,
-My mother, being heir unto the crown
-Married Richard Earl of Cambridge; who was son
-To Edmund Langley, Edward the Third's fifth son.
-By her I claim the kingdom: she was heir
-To Roger Earl of March, who was the son
-Of Edmund Mortimer, who married Philippe,
-Sole daughter unto Lionel Duke of Clarence:
-So, if the issue of the elder son
-Succeed before the younger, I am king.
-
- -WARWICK -
-What plain proceeding is more plain than this?
-Henry doth claim the crown from John of Gaunt,
-The fourth son; York claims it from the third.
-Till Lionel's issue fails, his should not reign:
-It fails not yet, but flourishes in thee
-And in thy sons, fair slips of such a stock.
-Then, father Salisbury, kneel we together;
-And in this private plot be we the first
-That shall salute our rightful sovereign
-With honour of his birthright to the crown.
-
- -BOTH -
-Long live our sovereign Richard, England's king!
-
- -YORK -
-We thank you, lords. But I am not your king
-Till I be crown'd and that my sword be stain'd
-With heart-blood of the house of Lancaster;
-And that's not suddenly to be perform'd,
-But with advice and silent secrecy.
-Do you as I do in these dangerous days:
-Wink at the Duke of Suffolk's insolence,
-At Beaufort's pride, at Somerset's ambition,
-At Buckingham and all the crew of them,
-Till they have snared the shepherd of the flock,
-That virtuous prince, the good Duke Humphrey:
-'Tis that they seek, and they in seeking that
-Shall find their deaths, if York can prophesy.
-
- -SALISBURY -
-My lord, break we off; we know your mind at full.
-
- -WARWICK -
-My heart assures me that the Earl of Warwick
-Shall one day make the Duke of York a king.
-
- -YORK -
-And, Nevil, this I do assure myself:
-Richard shall live to make the Earl of Warwick
-The greatest man in England but the king.
-

Exeunt

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SCENE III. A hall of justice.

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-Sound trumpets. Enter KING HENRY VI, QUEEN MARGARET, GLOUCESTER, YORK, SUFFOLK, and SALISBURY; the DUCHESS, MARGARET JOURDAIN, SOUTHWELL, HUME, and BOLINGBROKE, under guard -
- -KING HENRY VI -
-Stand forth, Dame Eleanor Cobham, Gloucester's wife:
-In sight of God and us, your guilt is great:
-Receive the sentence of the law for sins
-Such as by God's book are adjudged to death.
-You four, from hence to prison back again;
-From thence unto the place of execution:
-The witch in Smithfield shall be burn'd to ashes,
-And you three shall be strangled on the gallows.
-You, madam, for you are more nobly born,
-Despoiled of your honour in your life,
-Shall, after three days' open penance done,
-Live in your country here in banishment,
-With Sir John Stanley, in the Isle of Man.
-
- -DUCHESS -
-Welcome is banishment; welcome were my death.
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-Eleanor, the law, thou see'st, hath judged thee:
-I cannot justify whom the law condemns.
-

Exeunt DUCHESS and other prisoners, guarded

-Mine eyes are full of tears, my heart of grief.
-Ah, Humphrey, this dishonour in thine age
-Will bring thy head with sorrow to the ground!
-I beseech your majesty, give me leave to go;
-Sorrow would solace and mine age would ease.
-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-Stay, Humphrey Duke of Gloucester: ere thou go,
-Give up thy staff: Henry will to himself
-Protector be; and God shall be my hope,
-My stay, my guide and lantern to my feet:
-And go in peace, Humphrey, no less beloved
-Than when thou wert protector to thy King.
-
- -QUEEN MARGARET -
-I see no reason why a king of years
-Should be to be protected like a child.
-God and King Henry govern England's realm.
-Give up your staff, sir, and the king his realm.
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-My staff? here, noble Henry, is my staff:
-As willingly do I the same resign
-As e'er thy father Henry made it mine;
-And even as willingly at thy feet I leave it
-As others would ambitiously receive it.
-Farewell, good king: when I am dead and gone,
-May honourable peace attend thy throne!
-

Exit

-
- -QUEEN MARGARET -
-Why, now is Henry king, and Margaret queen;
-And Humphrey Duke of Gloucester scarce himself,
-That bears so shrewd a maim; two pulls at once;
-His lady banish'd, and a limb lopp'd off.
-This staff of honour raught, there let it stand
-Where it best fits to be, in Henry's hand.
-
- -SUFFOLK -
-Thus droops this lofty pine and hangs his sprays;
-Thus Eleanor's pride dies in her youngest days.
-
- -YORK -
-Lords, let him go. Please it your majesty,
-This is the day appointed for the combat;
-And ready are the appellant and defendant,
-The armourer and his man, to enter the lists,
-So please your highness to behold the fight.
-
- -QUEEN MARGARET -
-Ay, good my lord; for purposely therefore
-Left I the court, to see this quarrel tried.
-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-O God's name, see the lists and all things fit:
-Here let them end it; and God defend the right!
-
- -YORK -
-I never saw a fellow worse bested,
-Or more afraid to fight, than is the appellant,
-The servant of this armourer, my lords.
-

Enter at one door, HORNER, the Armourer, and his Neighbours, drinking to him so much that he is drunk; and he enters with a drum before him and his staff with a sand-bag fastened to it; and at the other door PETER, his man, with a drum and sand-bag, and 'Prentices drinking to him

-
- -First Neighbour -
-Here, neighbour Horner, I drink to you in a cup of
-sack: and fear not, neighbour, you shall do well enough.
-
- -Second Neighbour -
-And here, neighbour, here's a cup of charneco.
-
- -Third Neighbour -
-And here's a pot of good double beer, neighbour:
-drink, and fear not your man.
-
- -HORNER -
-Let it come, i' faith, and I'll pledge you all; and
-a fig for Peter!
-First 'Prentice Here, Peter, I drink to thee: and be not afraid.
-Second 'Prentice Be merry, Peter, and fear not thy master: fight
-for credit of the 'prentices.
-
- -PETER -
-I thank you all: drink, and pray for me, I pray
-you; for I think I have taken my last draught in
-this world. Here, Robin, an if I die, I give thee
-my apron: and, Will, thou shalt have my hammer:
-and here, Tom, take all the money that I have. O
-Lord bless me! I pray God! for I am never able to
-deal with my master, he hath learnt me so much fence already.
-
- -SALISBURY -
-Come, leave your drinking, and fall to blows.
-Sirrah, what's thy name?
-
- -PETER -
-Peter, forsooth.
-
- -SALISBURY -
-Peter! what more?
-
- -PETER -
-Thump.
-
- -SALISBURY -
-Thump! then see thou thump thy master well.
-
- -HORNER -
-Masters, I am come hither, as it were, upon my man's
-instigation, to prove him a knave and myself an
-honest man: and touching the Duke of York, I will
-take my death, I never meant him any ill, nor the
-king, nor the queen: and therefore, Peter, have at
-thee with a downright blow!
-
- -YORK -
-Dispatch: this knave's tongue begins to double.
-Sound, trumpets, alarum to the combatants!
-

Alarum. They fight, and PETER strikes him down

-
- -HORNER -
-Hold, Peter, hold! I confess, I confess treason.
-

Dies

-
- -YORK -
-Take away his weapon. Fellow, thank God, and the
-good wine in thy master's way.
-
- -PETER -
-O God, have I overcome mine enemy in this presence?
-O Peter, thou hast prevailed in right!
-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-Go, take hence that traitor from our sight;
-For his death we do perceive his guilt:
-And God in justice hath revealed to us
-The truth and innocence of this poor fellow,
-Which he had thought to have murder'd wrongfully.
-Come, fellow, follow us for thy reward.
-

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SCENE IV. A street.

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-Enter GLOUCESTER and his Servingmen, in mourning cloaks -
- -GLOUCESTER -
-Thus sometimes hath the brightest day a cloud;
-And after summer evermore succeeds
-Barren winter, with his wrathful nipping cold:
-So cares and joys abound, as seasons fleet.
-Sirs, what's o'clock?
-
- -Servants -
-Ten, my lord.
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-Ten is the hour that was appointed me
-To watch the coming of my punish'd duchess:
-Uneath may she endure the flinty streets,
-To tread them with her tender-feeling feet.
-Sweet Nell, ill can thy noble mind abrook
-The abject people gazing on thy face,
-With envious looks, laughing at thy shame,
-That erst did follow thy proud chariot-wheels
-When thou didst ride in triumph through the streets.
-But, soft! I think she comes; and I'll prepare
-My tear-stain'd eyes to see her miseries.
-

Enter the DUCHESS in a white sheet, and a taper burning in her hand; with STANLEY, the Sheriff, and Officers

-
- -Servant -
-So please your grace, we'll take her from the sheriff.
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-No, stir not, for your lives; let her pass by.
-
- -DUCHESS -
-Come you, my lord, to see my open shame?
-Now thou dost penance too. Look how they gaze!
-See how the giddy multitude do point,
-And nod their heads, and throw their eyes on thee!
-Ah, Gloucester, hide thee from their hateful looks,
-And, in thy closet pent up, rue my shame,
-And ban thine enemies, both mine and thine!
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-Be patient, gentle Nell; forget this grief.
-
- -DUCHESS -
-Ah, Gloucester, teach me to forget myself!
-For whilst I think I am thy married wife
-And thou a prince, protector of this land,
-Methinks I should not thus be led along,
-Mail'd up in shame, with papers on my back,
-And followed with a rabble that rejoice
-To see my tears and hear my deep-fet groans.
-The ruthless flint doth cut my tender feet,
-And when I start, the envious people laugh
-And bid me be advised how I tread.
-Ah, Humphrey, can I bear this shameful yoke?
-Trow'st thou that e'er I'll look upon the world,
-Or count them happy that enjoy the sun?
-No; dark shall be my light and night my day;
-To think upon my pomp shall be my hell.
-Sometime I'll say, I am Duke Humphrey's wife,
-And he a prince and ruler of the land:
-Yet so he ruled and such a prince he was
-As he stood by whilst I, his forlorn duchess,
-Was made a wonder and a pointing-stock
-To every idle rascal follower.
-But be thou mild and blush not at my shame,
-Nor stir at nothing till the axe of death
-Hang over thee, as, sure, it shortly will;
-For Suffolk, he that can do all in all
-With her that hateth thee and hates us all,
-And York and impious Beaufort, that false priest,
-Have all limed bushes to betray thy wings,
-And, fly thou how thou canst, they'll tangle thee:
-But fear not thou, until thy foot be snared,
-Nor never seek prevention of thy foes.
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-Ah, Nell, forbear! thou aimest all awry;
-I must offend before I be attainted;
-And had I twenty times so many foes,
-And each of them had twenty times their power,
-All these could not procure me any scathe,
-So long as I am loyal, true and crimeless.
-Wouldst have me rescue thee from this reproach?
-Why, yet thy scandal were not wiped away
-But I in danger for the breach of law.
-Thy greatest help is quiet, gentle Nell:
-I pray thee, sort thy heart to patience;
-These few days' wonder will be quickly worn.
-

Enter a Herald

-
- -Herald -
-I summon your grace to his majesty's parliament,
-Holden at Bury the first of this next month.
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-And my consent ne'er ask'd herein before!
-This is close dealing. Well, I will be there.
-

Exit Herald

-My Nell, I take my leave: and, master sheriff,
-Let not her penance exceed the king's commission.
-
- -Sheriff -
-An't please your grace, here my commission stays,
-And Sir John Stanley is appointed now
-To take her with him to the Isle of Man.
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-Must you, Sir John, protect my lady here?
-
- -STANLEY -
-So am I given in charge, may't please your grace.
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-Entreat her not the worse in that I pray
-You use her well: the world may laugh again;
-And I may live to do you kindness if
-You do it her: and so, Sir John, farewell!
-
- -DUCHESS -
-What, gone, my lord, and bid me not farewell!
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-Witness my tears, I cannot stay to speak.
-

Exeunt GLOUCESTER and Servingmen

-
- -DUCHESS -
-Art thou gone too? all comfort go with thee!
-For none abides with me: my joy is death;
-Death, at whose name I oft have been afear'd,
-Because I wish'd this world's eternity.
-Stanley, I prithee, go, and take me hence;
-I care not whither, for I beg no favour,
-Only convey me where thou art commanded.
-
- -STANLEY -
-Why, madam, that is to the Isle of Man;
-There to be used according to your state.
-
- -DUCHESS -
-That's bad enough, for I am but reproach:
-And shall I then be used reproachfully?
-
- -STANLEY -
-Like to a duchess, and Duke Humphrey's lady;
-According to that state you shall be used.
-
- -DUCHESS -
-Sheriff, farewell, and better than I fare,
-Although thou hast been conduct of my shame.
-
- -Sheriff -
-It is my office; and, madam, pardon me.
-
- -DUCHESS -
-Ay, ay, farewell; thy office is discharged.
-Come, Stanley, shall we go?
-
- -STANLEY -
-Madam, your penance done, throw off this sheet,
-And go we to attire you for our journey.
-
- -DUCHESS -
-My shame will not be shifted with my sheet:
-No, it will hang upon my richest robes
-And show itself, attire me how I can.
-Go, lead the way; I long to see my prison.
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SCENE I. The Abbey at Bury St. Edmund's.

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-Sound a sennet. Enter KING HENRY VI, QUEEN MARGARET, CARDINAL, SUFFOLK, YORK, BUCKINGHAM, SALISBURY and WARWICK to the Parliament -
- -KING HENRY VI -
-I muse my Lord of Gloucester is not come:
-'Tis not his wont to be the hindmost man,
-Whate'er occasion keeps him from us now.
-
- -QUEEN MARGARET -
-Can you not see? or will ye not observe
-The strangeness of his alter'd countenance?
-With what a majesty he bears himself,
-How insolent of late he is become,
-How proud, how peremptory, and unlike himself?
-We know the time since he was mild and affable,
-And if we did but glance a far-off look,
-Immediately he was upon his knee,
-That all the court admired him for submission:
-But meet him now, and, be it in the morn,
-When every one will give the time of day,
-He knits his brow and shows an angry eye,
-And passeth by with stiff unbowed knee,
-Disdaining duty that to us belongs.
-Small curs are not regarded when they grin;
-But great men tremble when the lion roars;
-And Humphrey is no little man in England.
-First note that he is near you in descent,
-And should you fall, he as the next will mount.
-Me seemeth then it is no policy,
-Respecting what a rancorous mind he bears
-And his advantage following your decease,
-That he should come about your royal person
-Or be admitted to your highness' council.
-By flattery hath he won the commons' hearts,
-And when he please to make commotion,
-'Tis to be fear'd they all will follow him.
-Now 'tis the spring, and weeds are shallow-rooted;
-Suffer them now, and they'll o'ergrow the garden
-And choke the herbs for want of husbandry.
-The reverent care I bear unto my lord
-Made me collect these dangers in the duke.
-If it be fond, call it a woman's fear;
-Which fear if better reasons can supplant,
-I will subscribe and say I wrong'd the duke.
-My Lord of Suffolk, Buckingham, and York,
-Reprove my allegation, if you can;
-Or else conclude my words effectual.
-
- -SUFFOLK -
-Well hath your highness seen into this duke;
-And, had I first been put to speak my mind,
-I think I should have told your grace's tale.
-The duchess, by his subornation,
-Upon my life, began her devilish practises:
-Or, if he were not privy to those faults,
-Yet, by reputing of his high descent,
-As next the king he was successive heir,
-And such high vaunts of his nobility,
-Did instigate the bedlam brain-sick duchess
-By wicked means to frame our sovereign's fall.
-Smooth runs the water where the brook is deep;
-And in his simple show he harbours treason.
-The fox barks not when he would steal the lamb.
-No, no, my sovereign; Gloucester is a man
-Unsounded yet and full of deep deceit.
-
- -CARDINAL -
-Did he not, contrary to form of law,
-Devise strange deaths for small offences done?
-
- -YORK -
-And did he not, in his protectorship,
-Levy great sums of money through the realm
-For soldiers' pay in France, and never sent it?
-By means whereof the towns each day revolted.
-
- -BUCKINGHAM -
-Tut, these are petty faults to faults unknown.
-Which time will bring to light in smooth
-Duke Humphrey.
-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-My lords, at once: the care you have of us,
-To mow down thorns that would annoy our foot,
-Is worthy praise: but, shall I speak my conscience,
-Our kinsman Gloucester is as innocent
-From meaning treason to our royal person
-As is the sucking lamb or harmless dove:
-The duke is virtuous, mild and too well given
-To dream on evil or to work my downfall.
-
- -QUEEN MARGARET -
-Ah, what's more dangerous than this fond affiance!
-Seems he a dove? his feathers are but borrowed,
-For he's disposed as the hateful raven:
-Is he a lamb? his skin is surely lent him,
-For he's inclined as is the ravenous wolf.
-Who cannot steal a shape that means deceit?
-Take heed, my lord; the welfare of us all
-Hangs on the cutting short that fraudful man.
-

Enter SOMERSET

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- -SOMERSET -
-All health unto my gracious sovereign!
-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-Welcome, Lord Somerset. What news from France?
-
- -SOMERSET -
-That all your interest in those territories
-Is utterly bereft you; all is lost.
-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-Cold news, Lord Somerset: but God's will be done!
-
- -YORK -
-[Aside] Cold news for me; for I had hope of France
-As firmly as I hope for fertile England.
-Thus are my blossoms blasted in the bud
-And caterpillars eat my leaves away;
-But I will remedy this gear ere long,
-Or sell my title for a glorious grave.
-

Enter GLOUCESTER

-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-All happiness unto my lord the king!
-Pardon, my liege, that I have stay'd so long.
-
- -SUFFOLK -
-Nay, Gloucester, know that thou art come too soon,
-Unless thou wert more loyal than thou art:
-I do arrest thee of high treason here.
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-Well, Suffolk, thou shalt not see me blush
-Nor change my countenance for this arrest:
-A heart unspotted is not easily daunted.
-The purest spring is not so free from mud
-As I am clear from treason to my sovereign:
-Who can accuse me? wherein am I guilty?
-
- -YORK -
-'Tis thought, my lord, that you took bribes of France,
-And, being protector, stayed the soldiers' pay;
-By means whereof his highness hath lost France.
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-Is it but thought so? what are they that think it?
-I never robb'd the soldiers of their pay,
-Nor ever had one penny bribe from France.
-So help me God, as I have watch'd the night,
-Ay, night by night, in studying good for England,
-That doit that e'er I wrested from the king,
-Or any groat I hoarded to my use,
-Be brought against me at my trial-day!
-No; many a pound of mine own proper store,
-Because I would not tax the needy commons,
-Have I disbursed to the garrisons,
-And never ask'd for restitution.
-
- -CARDINAL -
-It serves you well, my lord, to say so much.
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-I say no more than truth, so help me God!
-
- -YORK -
-In your protectorship you did devise
-Strange tortures for offenders never heard of,
-That England was defamed by tyranny.
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-Why, 'tis well known that, whiles I was
-protector,
-Pity was all the fault that was in me;
-For I should melt at an offender's tears,
-And lowly words were ransom for their fault.
-Unless it were a bloody murderer,
-Or foul felonious thief that fleeced poor passengers,
-I never gave them condign punishment:
-Murder indeed, that bloody sin, I tortured
-Above the felon or what trespass else.
-
- -SUFFOLK -
-My lord, these faults are easy, quickly answered:
-But mightier crimes are laid unto your charge,
-Whereof you cannot easily purge yourself.
-I do arrest you in his highness' name;
-And here commit you to my lord cardinal
-To keep, until your further time of trial.
-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-My lord of Gloucester, 'tis my special hope
-That you will clear yourself from all suspect:
-My conscience tells me you are innocent.
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-Ah, gracious lord, these days are dangerous:
-Virtue is choked with foul ambition
-And charity chased hence by rancour's hand;
-Foul subornation is predominant
-And equity exiled your highness' land.
-I know their complot is to have my life,
-And if my death might make this island happy,
-And prove the period of their tyranny,
-I would expend it with all willingness:
-But mine is made the prologue to their play;
-For thousands more, that yet suspect no peril,
-Will not conclude their plotted tragedy.
-Beaufort's red sparkling eyes blab his heart's malice,
-And Suffolk's cloudy brow his stormy hate;
-Sharp Buckingham unburthens with his tongue
-The envious load that lies upon his heart;
-And dogged York, that reaches at the moon,
-Whose overweening arm I have pluck'd back,
-By false accuse doth level at my life:
-And you, my sovereign lady, with the rest,
-Causeless have laid disgraces on my head,
-And with your best endeavour have stirr'd up
-My liefest liege to be mine enemy:
-Ay, all you have laid your heads together--
-Myself had notice of your conventicles--
-And all to make away my guiltless life.
-I shall not want false witness to condemn me,
-Nor store of treasons to augment my guilt;
-The ancient proverb will be well effected:
-'A staff is quickly found to beat a dog.'
-
- -CARDINAL -
-My liege, his railing is intolerable:
-If those that care to keep your royal person
-From treason's secret knife and traitors' rage
-Be thus upbraided, chid and rated at,
-And the offender granted scope of speech,
-'Twill make them cool in zeal unto your grace.
-
- -SUFFOLK -
-Hath he not twit our sovereign lady here
-With ignominious words, though clerkly couch'd,
-As if she had suborned some to swear
-False allegations to o'erthrow his state?
-
- -QUEEN MARGARET -
-But I can give the loser leave to chide.
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-Far truer spoke than meant: I lose, indeed;
-Beshrew the winners, for they play'd me false!
-And well such losers may have leave to speak.
-
- -BUCKINGHAM -
-He'll wrest the sense and hold us here all day:
-Lord cardinal, he is your prisoner.
-
- -CARDINAL -
-Sirs, take away the duke, and guard him sure.
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-Ah! thus King Henry throws away his crutch
-Before his legs be firm to bear his body.
-Thus is the shepherd beaten from thy side,
-And wolves are gnarling who shall gnaw thee first.
-Ah, that my fear were false! ah, that it were!
-For, good King Henry, thy decay I fear.
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Exit, guarded

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- -KING HENRY VI -
-My lords, what to your wisdoms seemeth best,
-Do or undo, as if ourself were here.
-
- -QUEEN MARGARET -
-What, will your highness leave the parliament?
-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-Ay, Margaret; my heart is drown'd with grief,
-Whose flood begins to flow within mine eyes,
-My body round engirt with misery,
-For what's more miserable than discontent?
-Ah, uncle Humphrey! in thy face I see
-The map of honour, truth and loyalty:
-And yet, good Humphrey, is the hour to come
-That e'er I proved thee false or fear'd thy faith.
-What louring star now envies thy estate,
-That these great lords and Margaret our queen
-Do seek subversion of thy harmless life?
-Thou never didst them wrong, nor no man wrong;
-And as the butcher takes away the calf
-And binds the wretch, and beats it when it strays,
-Bearing it to the bloody slaughter-house,
-Even so remorseless have they borne him hence;
-And as the dam runs lowing up and down,
-Looking the way her harmless young one went,
-And can do nought but wail her darling's loss,
-Even so myself bewails good Gloucester's case
-With sad unhelpful tears, and with dimm'd eyes
-Look after him and cannot do him good,
-So mighty are his vowed enemies.
-His fortunes I will weep; and, 'twixt each groan
-Say 'Who's a traitor? Gloucester he is none.'
-

Exeunt all but QUEEN MARGARET, CARDINAL, SUFFOLK, and YORK; SOMERSET remains apart

-
- -QUEEN MARGARET -
-Free lords, cold snow melts with the sun's hot beams.
-Henry my lord is cold in great affairs,
-Too full of foolish pity, and Gloucester's show
-Beguiles him as the mournful crocodile
-With sorrow snares relenting passengers,
-Or as the snake roll'd in a flowering bank,
-With shining chequer'd slough, doth sting a child
-That for the beauty thinks it excellent.
-Believe me, lords, were none more wise than I--
-And yet herein I judge mine own wit good--
-This Gloucester should be quickly rid the world,
-To rid us of the fear we have of him.
-
- -CARDINAL -
-That he should die is worthy policy;
-But yet we want a colour for his death:
-'Tis meet he be condemn'd by course of law.
-
- -SUFFOLK -
-But, in my mind, that were no policy:
-The king will labour still to save his life,
-The commons haply rise, to save his life;
-And yet we have but trivial argument,
-More than mistrust, that shows him worthy death.
-
- -YORK -
-So that, by this, you would not have him die.
-
- -SUFFOLK -
-Ah, York, no man alive so fain as I!
-
- -YORK -
-'Tis York that hath more reason for his death.
-But, my lord cardinal, and you, my Lord of Suffolk,
-Say as you think, and speak it from your souls,
-Were't not all one, an empty eagle were set
-To guard the chicken from a hungry kite,
-As place Duke Humphrey for the king's protector?
-
- -QUEEN MARGARET -
-So the poor chicken should be sure of death.
-
- -SUFFOLK -
-Madam, 'tis true; and were't not madness, then,
-To make the fox surveyor of the fold?
-Who being accused a crafty murderer,
-His guilt should be but idly posted over,
-Because his purpose is not executed.
-No; let him die, in that he is a fox,
-By nature proved an enemy to the flock,
-Before his chaps be stain'd with crimson blood,
-As Humphrey, proved by reasons, to my liege.
-And do not stand on quillets how to slay him:
-Be it by gins, by snares, by subtlety,
-Sleeping or waking, 'tis no matter how,
-So he be dead; for that is good deceit
-Which mates him first that first intends deceit.
-
- -QUEEN MARGARET -
-Thrice-noble Suffolk, 'tis resolutely spoke.
-
- -SUFFOLK -
-Not resolute, except so much were done;
-For things are often spoke and seldom meant:
-But that my heart accordeth with my tongue,
-Seeing the deed is meritorious,
-And to preserve my sovereign from his foe,
-Say but the word, and I will be his priest.
-
- -CARDINAL -
-But I would have him dead, my Lord of Suffolk,
-Ere you can take due orders for a priest:
-Say you consent and censure well the deed,
-And I'll provide his executioner,
-I tender so the safety of my liege.
-
- -SUFFOLK -
-Here is my hand, the deed is worthy doing.
-
- -QUEEN MARGARET -
-And so say I.
-
- -YORK -
-And I and now we three have spoke it,
-It skills not greatly who impugns our doom.
-

Enter a Post

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- -Post -
-Great lords, from Ireland am I come amain,
-To signify that rebels there are up
-And put the Englishmen unto the sword:
-Send succors, lords, and stop the rage betime,
-Before the wound do grow uncurable;
-For, being green, there is great hope of help.
-
- -CARDINAL -
-A breach that craves a quick expedient stop!
-What counsel give you in this weighty cause?
-
- -YORK -
-That Somerset be sent as regent thither:
-'Tis meet that lucky ruler be employ'd;
-Witness the fortune he hath had in France.
-
- -SOMERSET -
-If York, with all his far-fet policy,
-Had been the regent there instead of me,
-He never would have stay'd in France so long.
-
- -YORK -
-No, not to lose it all, as thou hast done:
-I rather would have lost my life betimes
-Than bring a burthen of dishonour home
-By staying there so long till all were lost.
-Show me one scar character'd on thy skin:
-Men's flesh preserved so whole do seldom win.
-
- -QUEEN MARGARET -
-Nay, then, this spark will prove a raging fire,
-If wind and fuel be brought to feed it with:
-No more, good York; sweet Somerset, be still:
-Thy fortune, York, hadst thou been regent there,
-Might happily have proved far worse than his.
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- -YORK -
-What, worse than nought? nay, then, a shame take all!
-
- -SOMERSET -
-And, in the number, thee that wishest shame!
-
- -CARDINAL -
-My Lord of York, try what your fortune is.
-The uncivil kerns of Ireland are in arms
-And temper clay with blood of Englishmen:
-To Ireland will you lead a band of men,
-Collected choicely, from each county some,
-And try your hap against the Irishmen?
-
- -YORK -
-I will, my lord, so please his majesty.
-
- -SUFFOLK -
-Why, our authority is his consent,
-And what we do establish he confirms:
-Then, noble York, take thou this task in hand.
-
- -YORK -
-I am content: provide me soldiers, lords,
-Whiles I take order for mine own affairs.
-
- -SUFFOLK -
-A charge, Lord York, that I will see perform'd.
-But now return we to the false Duke Humphrey.
-
- -CARDINAL -
-No more of him; for I will deal with him
-That henceforth he shall trouble us no more.
-And so break off; the day is almost spent:
-Lord Suffolk, you and I must talk of that event.
-
- -YORK -
-My Lord of Suffolk, within fourteen days
-At Bristol I expect my soldiers;
-For there I'll ship them all for Ireland.
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- -SUFFOLK -
-I'll see it truly done, my Lord of York.
-

Exeunt all but YORK

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- -YORK -
-Now, York, or never, steel thy fearful thoughts,
-And change misdoubt to resolution:
-Be that thou hopest to be, or what thou art
-Resign to death; it is not worth the enjoying:
-Let pale-faced fear keep with the mean-born man,
-And find no harbour in a royal heart.
-Faster than spring-time showers comes thought
-on thought,
-And not a thought but thinks on dignity.
-My brain more busy than the labouring spider
-Weaves tedious snares to trap mine enemies.
-Well, nobles, well, 'tis politicly done,
-To send me packing with an host of men:
-I fear me you but warm the starved snake,
-Who, cherish'd in your breasts, will sting
-your hearts.
-'Twas men I lack'd and you will give them me:
-I take it kindly; and yet be well assured
-You put sharp weapons in a madman's hands.
-Whiles I in Ireland nourish a mighty band,
-I will stir up in England some black storm
-Shall blow ten thousand souls to heaven or hell;
-And this fell tempest shall not cease to rage
-Until the golden circuit on my head,
-Like to the glorious sun's transparent beams,
-Do calm the fury of this mad-bred flaw.
-And, for a minister of my intent,
-I have seduced a headstrong Kentishman,
-John Cade of Ashford,
-To make commotion, as full well he can,
-Under the title of John Mortimer.
-In Ireland have I seen this stubborn Cade
-Oppose himself against a troop of kerns,
-And fought so long, till that his thighs with darts
-Were almost like a sharp-quill'd porpentine;
-And, in the end being rescued, I have seen
-Him caper upright like a wild Morisco,
-Shaking the bloody darts as he his bells.
-Full often, like a shag-hair'd crafty kern,
-Hath he conversed with the enemy,
-And undiscover'd come to me again
-And given me notice of their villanies.
-This devil here shall be my substitute;
-For that John Mortimer, which now is dead,
-In face, in gait, in speech, he doth resemble:
-By this I shall perceive the commons' mind,
-How they affect the house and claim of York.
-Say he be taken, rack'd and tortured,
-I know no pain they can inflict upon him
-Will make him say I moved him to those arms.
-Say that he thrive, as 'tis great like he will,
-Why, then from Ireland come I with my strength
-And reap the harvest which that rascal sow'd;
-For Humphrey being dead, as he shall be,
-And Henry put apart, the next for me.
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Exit

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-Enter certain Murderers, hastily -
- -First Murderer -
-Run to my Lord of Suffolk; let him know
-We have dispatch'd the duke, as he commanded.
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- -Second Murderer -
-O that it were to do! What have we done?
-Didst ever hear a man so penitent?
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Enter SUFFOLK

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- -First Murder -
-Here comes my lord.
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- -SUFFOLK -
-Now, sirs, have you dispatch'd this thing?
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- -First Murderer -
-Ay, my good lord, he's dead.
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- -SUFFOLK -
-Why, that's well said. Go, get you to my house;
-I will reward you for this venturous deed.
-The king and all the peers are here at hand.
-Have you laid fair the bed? Is all things well,
-According as I gave directions?
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- -First Murderer -
-'Tis, my good lord.
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- -SUFFOLK -
-Away! be gone.
-

Exeunt Murderers

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Sound trumpets. Enter KING HENRY VI, QUEEN MARGARET, CARDINAL, SOMERSET, with Attendants

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- -KING HENRY VI -
-Go, call our uncle to our presence straight;
-Say we intend to try his grace to-day.
-If he be guilty, as 'tis published.
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- -SUFFOLK -
-I'll call him presently, my noble lord.
-

Exit

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- -KING HENRY VI -
-Lords, take your places; and, I pray you all,
-Proceed no straiter 'gainst our uncle Gloucester
-Than from true evidence of good esteem
-He be approved in practise culpable.
-
- -QUEEN MARGARET -
-God forbid any malice should prevail,
-That faultless may condemn a nobleman!
-Pray God he may acquit him of suspicion!
-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-I thank thee, Meg; these words content me much.
-

Re-enter SUFFOLK

-How now! why look'st thou pale? why tremblest thou?
-Where is our uncle? what's the matter, Suffolk?
-
- -SUFFOLK -
-Dead in his bed, my lord; Gloucester is dead.
-
- -QUEEN MARGARET -
-Marry, God forfend!
-
- -CARDINAL -
-God's secret judgment: I did dream to-night
-The duke was dumb and could not speak a word.
-

KING HENRY VI swoons

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- -QUEEN MARGARET -
-How fares my lord? Help, lords! the king is dead.
-
- -SOMERSET -
-Rear up his body; wring him by the nose.
-
- -QUEEN MARGARET -
-Run, go, help, help! O Henry, ope thine eyes!
-
- -SUFFOLK -
-He doth revive again: madam, be patient.
-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-O heavenly God!
-
- -QUEEN MARGARET -
-How fares my gracious lord?
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- -SUFFOLK -
-Comfort, my sovereign! gracious Henry, comfort!
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- -KING HENRY VI -
-What, doth my Lord of Suffolk comfort me?
-Came he right now to sing a raven's note,
-Whose dismal tune bereft my vital powers;
-And thinks he that the chirping of a wren,
-By crying comfort from a hollow breast,
-Can chase away the first-conceived sound?
-Hide not thy poison with such sugar'd words;
-Lay not thy hands on me; forbear, I say;
-Their touch affrights me as a serpent's sting.
-Thou baleful messenger, out of my sight!
-Upon thy eye-balls murderous tyranny
-Sits in grim majesty, to fright the world.
-Look not upon me, for thine eyes are wounding:
-Yet do not go away: come, basilisk,
-And kill the innocent gazer with thy sight;
-For in the shade of death I shall find joy;
-In life but double death, now Gloucester's dead.
-
- -QUEEN MARGARET -
-Why do you rate my Lord of Suffolk thus?
-Although the duke was enemy to him,
-Yet he most Christian-like laments his death:
-And for myself, foe as he was to me,
-Might liquid tears or heart-offending groans
-Or blood-consuming sighs recall his life,
-I would be blind with weeping, sick with groans,
-Look pale as primrose with blood-drinking sighs,
-And all to have the noble duke alive.
-What know I how the world may deem of me?
-For it is known we were but hollow friends:
-It may be judged I made the duke away;
-So shall my name with slander's tongue be wounded,
-And princes' courts be fill'd with my reproach.
-This get I by his death: ay me, unhappy!
-To be a queen, and crown'd with infamy!
-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-Ah, woe is me for Gloucester, wretched man!
-
- -QUEEN MARGARET -
-Be woe for me, more wretched than he is.
-What, dost thou turn away and hide thy face?
-I am no loathsome leper; look on me.
-What! art thou, like the adder, waxen deaf?
-Be poisonous too and kill thy forlorn queen.
-Is all thy comfort shut in Gloucester's tomb?
-Why, then, dame Margaret was ne'er thy joy.
-Erect his statue and worship it,
-And make my image but an alehouse sign.
-Was I for this nigh wreck'd upon the sea
-And twice by awkward wind from England's bank
-Drove back again unto my native clime?
-What boded this, but well forewarning wind
-Did seem to say 'Seek not a scorpion's nest,
-Nor set no footing on this unkind shore'?
-What did I then, but cursed the gentle gusts
-And he that loosed them forth their brazen caves:
-And bid them blow towards England's blessed shore,
-Or turn our stern upon a dreadful rock
-Yet AEolus would not be a murderer,
-But left that hateful office unto thee:
-The pretty-vaulting sea refused to drown me,
-Knowing that thou wouldst have me drown'd on shore,
-With tears as salt as sea, through thy unkindness:
-The splitting rocks cower'd in the sinking sands
-And would not dash me with their ragged sides,
-Because thy flinty heart, more hard than they,
-Might in thy palace perish Margaret.
-As far as I could ken thy chalky cliffs,
-When from thy shore the tempest beat us back,
-I stood upon the hatches in the storm,
-And when the dusky sky began to rob
-My earnest-gaping sight of thy land's view,
-I took a costly jewel from my neck,
-A heart it was, bound in with diamonds,
-And threw it towards thy land: the sea received it,
-And so I wish'd thy body might my heart:
-And even with this I lost fair England's view
-And bid mine eyes be packing with my heart
-And call'd them blind and dusky spectacles,
-For losing ken of Albion's wished coast.
-How often have I tempted Suffolk's tongue,
-The agent of thy foul inconstancy,
-To sit and witch me, as Ascanius did
-When he to madding Dido would unfold
-His father's acts commenced in burning Troy!
-Am I not witch'd like her? or thou not false like him?
-Ay me, I can no more! die, Margaret!
-For Henry weeps that thou dost live so long.
-

Noise within. Enter WARWICK, SALISBURY, and many Commons

-
- -WARWICK -
-It is reported, mighty sovereign,
-That good Duke Humphrey traitorously is murder'd
-By Suffolk and the Cardinal Beaufort's means.
-The commons, like an angry hive of bees
-That want their leader, scatter up and down
-And care not who they sting in his revenge.
-Myself have calm'd their spleenful mutiny,
-Until they hear the order of his death.
-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-That he is dead, good Warwick, 'tis too true;
-But how he died God knows, not Henry:
-Enter his chamber, view his breathless corpse,
-And comment then upon his sudden death.
-
- -WARWICK -
-That shall I do, my liege. Stay, Salisbury,
-With the rude multitude till I return.
-

Exit

-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-O Thou that judgest all things, stay my thoughts,
-My thoughts, that labour to persuade my soul
-Some violent hands were laid on Humphrey's life!
-If my suspect be false, forgive me, God,
-For judgment only doth belong to thee.
-Fain would I go to chafe his paly lips
-With twenty thousand kisses, and to drain
-Upon his face an ocean of salt tears,
-To tell my love unto his dumb deaf trunk,
-And with my fingers feel his hand unfeeling:
-But all in vain are these mean obsequies;
-And to survey his dead and earthly image,
-What were it but to make my sorrow greater?
-

Re-enter WARWICK and others, bearing GLOUCESTER'S body on a bed

-
- -WARWICK -
-Come hither, gracious sovereign, view this body.
-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-That is to see how deep my grave is made;
-For with his soul fled all my worldly solace,
-For seeing him I see my life in death.
-
- -WARWICK -
-As surely as my soul intends to live
-With that dread King that took our state upon him
-To free us from his father's wrathful curse,
-I do believe that violent hands were laid
-Upon the life of this thrice-famed duke.
-
- -SUFFOLK -
-A dreadful oath, sworn with a solemn tongue!
-What instance gives Lord Warwick for his vow?
-
- -WARWICK -
-See how the blood is settled in his face.
-Oft have I seen a timely-parted ghost,
-Of ashy semblance, meagre, pale and bloodless,
-Being all descended to the labouring heart;
-Who, in the conflict that it holds with death,
-Attracts the same for aidance 'gainst the enemy;
-Which with the heart there cools and ne'er returneth
-To blush and beautify the cheek again.
-But see, his face is black and full of blood,
-His eye-balls further out than when he lived,
-Staring full ghastly like a strangled man;
-His hair uprear'd, his nostrils stretched with struggling;
-His hands abroad display'd, as one that grasp'd
-And tugg'd for life and was by strength subdued:
-Look, on the sheets his hair you see, is sticking;
-His well-proportion'd beard made rough and rugged,
-Like to the summer's corn by tempest lodged.
-It cannot be but he was murder'd here;
-The least of all these signs were probable.
-
- -SUFFOLK -
-Why, Warwick, who should do the duke to death?
-Myself and Beaufort had him in protection;
-And we, I hope, sir, are no murderers.
-
- -WARWICK -
-But both of you were vow'd Duke Humphrey's foes,
-And you, forsooth, had the good duke to keep:
-'Tis like you would not feast him like a friend;
-And 'tis well seen he found an enemy.
-
- -QUEEN MARGARET -
-Then you, belike, suspect these noblemen
-As guilty of Duke Humphrey's timeless death.
-
- -WARWICK -
-Who finds the heifer dead and bleeding fresh
-And sees fast by a butcher with an axe,
-But will suspect 'twas he that made the slaughter?
-Who finds the partridge in the puttock's nest,
-But may imagine how the bird was dead,
-Although the kite soar with unbloodied beak?
-Even so suspicious is this tragedy.
-
- -QUEEN MARGARET -
-Are you the butcher, Suffolk? Where's your knife?
-Is Beaufort term'd a kite? Where are his talons?
-
- -SUFFOLK -
-I wear no knife to slaughter sleeping men;
-But here's a vengeful sword, rusted with ease,
-That shall be scoured in his rancorous heart
-That slanders me with murder's crimson badge.
-Say, if thou darest, proud Lord of Warwick-shire,
-That I am faulty in Duke Humphrey's death.
-

Exeunt CARDINAL, SOMERSET, and others

-
- -WARWICK -
-What dares not Warwick, if false Suffolk dare him?
-
- -QUEEN MARGARET -
-He dares not calm his contumelious spirit
-Nor cease to be an arrogant controller,
-Though Suffolk dare him twenty thousand times.
-
- -WARWICK -
-Madam, be still; with reverence may I say;
-For every word you speak in his behalf
-Is slander to your royal dignity.
-
- -SUFFOLK -
-Blunt-witted lord, ignoble in demeanor!
-If ever lady wrong'd her lord so much,
-Thy mother took into her blameful bed
-Some stern untutor'd churl, and noble stock
-Was graft with crab-tree slip; whose fruit thou art,
-And never of the Nevils' noble race.
-
- -WARWICK -
-But that the guilt of murder bucklers thee
-And I should rob the deathsman of his fee,
-Quitting thee thereby of ten thousand shames,
-And that my sovereign's presence makes me mild,
-I would, false murderous coward, on thy knee
-Make thee beg pardon for thy passed speech,
-And say it was thy mother that thou meant'st
-That thou thyself was born in bastardy;
-And after all this fearful homage done,
-Give thee thy hire and send thy soul to hell,
-Pernicious blood-sucker of sleeping men!
-
- -SUFFOLK -
-Thou shall be waking well I shed thy blood,
-If from this presence thou darest go with me.
-
- -WARWICK -
-Away even now, or I will drag thee hence:
-Unworthy though thou art, I'll cope with thee
-And do some service to Duke Humphrey's ghost.
-

Exeunt SUFFOLK and WARWICK

-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-What stronger breastplate than a heart untainted!
-Thrice is he armed that hath his quarrel just,
-And he but naked, though lock'd up in steel
-Whose conscience with injustice is corrupted.
-

A noise within

-
- -QUEEN MARGARET -
-What noise is this?
-

Re-enter SUFFOLK and WARWICK, with their weapons drawn

-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-Why, how now, lords! your wrathful weapons drawn
-Here in our presence! dare you be so bold?
-Why, what tumultuous clamour have we here?
-
- -SUFFOLK -
-The traitorous Warwick with the men of Bury
-Set all upon me, mighty sovereign.
-
- -SALISBURY -
-[To the Commons, entering] Sirs, stand apart;
-the king shall know your mind.
-Dread lord, the commons send you word by me,
-Unless Lord Suffolk straight be done to death,
-Or banished fair England's territories,
-They will by violence tear him from your palace
-And torture him with grievous lingering death.
-They say, by him the good Duke Humphrey died;
-They say, in him they fear your highness' death;
-And mere instinct of love and loyalty,
-Free from a stubborn opposite intent,
-As being thought to contradict your liking,
-Makes them thus forward in his banishment.
-They say, in care of your most royal person,
-That if your highness should intend to sleep
-And charge that no man should disturb your rest
-In pain of your dislike or pain of death,
-Yet, notwithstanding such a strait edict,
-Were there a serpent seen, with forked tongue,
-That slily glided towards your majesty,
-It were but necessary you were waked,
-Lest, being suffer'd in that harmful slumber,
-The mortal worm might make the sleep eternal;
-And therefore do they cry, though you forbid,
-That they will guard you, whether you will or no,
-From such fell serpents as false Suffolk is,
-With whose envenomed and fatal sting,
-Your loving uncle, twenty times his worth,
-They say, is shamefully bereft of life.
-
- -Commons -
-[Within] An answer from the king, my
-Lord of Salisbury!
-
- -SUFFOLK -
-'Tis like the commons, rude unpolish'd hinds,
-Could send such message to their sovereign:
-But you, my lord, were glad to be employ'd,
-To show how quaint an orator you are:
-But all the honour Salisbury hath won
-Is, that he was the lord ambassador
-Sent from a sort of tinkers to the king.
-
- -Commons -
-[Within] An answer from the king, or we will all break in!
-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-Go, Salisbury, and tell them all from me.
-I thank them for their tender loving care;
-And had I not been cited so by them,
-Yet did I purpose as they do entreat;
-For, sure, my thoughts do hourly prophesy
-Mischance unto my state by Suffolk's means:
-And therefore, by His majesty I swear,
-Whose far unworthy deputy I am,
-He shall not breathe infection in this air
-But three days longer, on the pain of death.
-

Exit SALISBURY

-
- -QUEEN MARGARET -
-O Henry, let me plead for gentle Suffolk!
-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-Ungentle queen, to call him gentle Suffolk!
-No more, I say: if thou dost plead for him,
-Thou wilt but add increase unto my wrath.
-Had I but said, I would have kept my word,
-But when I swear, it is irrevocable.
-If, after three days' space, thou here be'st found
-On any ground that I am ruler of,
-The world shall not be ransom for thy life.
-Come, Warwick, come, good Warwick, go with me;
-I have great matters to impart to thee.
-

Exeunt all but QUEEN MARGARET and SUFFOLK

-
- -QUEEN MARGARET -
-Mischance and sorrow go along with you!
-Heart's discontent and sour affliction
-Be playfellows to keep you company!
-There's two of you; the devil make a third!
-And threefold vengeance tend upon your steps!
-
- -SUFFOLK -
-Cease, gentle queen, these execrations,
-And let thy Suffolk take his heavy leave.
-
- -QUEEN MARGARET -
-Fie, coward woman and soft-hearted wretch!
-Hast thou not spirit to curse thine enemy?
-
- -SUFFOLK -
-A plague upon them! wherefore should I curse them?
-Would curses kill, as doth the mandrake's groan,
-I would invent as bitter-searching terms,
-As curst, as harsh and horrible to hear,
-Deliver'd strongly through my fixed teeth,
-With full as many signs of deadly hate,
-As lean-faced Envy in her loathsome cave:
-My tongue should stumble in mine earnest words;
-Mine eyes should sparkle like the beaten flint;
-Mine hair be fixed on end, as one distract;
-Ay, every joint should seem to curse and ban:
-And even now my burthen'd heart would break,
-Should I not curse them. Poison be their drink!
-Gall, worse than gall, the daintiest that they taste!
-Their sweetest shade a grove of cypress trees!
-Their chiefest prospect murdering basilisks!
-Their softest touch as smart as lizards' sting!
-Their music frightful as the serpent's hiss,
-And boding screech-owls make the concert full!
-All the foul terrors in dark-seated hell--
-
- -QUEEN MARGARET -
-Enough, sweet Suffolk; thou torment'st thyself;
-And these dread curses, like the sun 'gainst glass,
-Or like an overcharged gun, recoil,
-And turn the force of them upon thyself.
-
- -SUFFOLK -
-You bade me ban, and will you bid me leave?
-Now, by the ground that I am banish'd from,
-Well could I curse away a winter's night,
-Though standing naked on a mountain top,
-Where biting cold would never let grass grow,
-And think it but a minute spent in sport.
-
- -QUEEN MARGARET -
-O, let me entreat thee cease. Give me thy hand,
-That I may dew it with my mournful tears;
-Nor let the rain of heaven wet this place,
-To wash away my woful monuments.
-O, could this kiss be printed in thy hand,
-That thou mightst think upon these by the seal,
-Through whom a thousand sighs are breathed for thee!
-So, get thee gone, that I may know my grief;
-'Tis but surmised whiles thou art standing by,
-As one that surfeits thinking on a want.
-I will repeal thee, or, be well assured,
-Adventure to be banished myself:
-And banished I am, if but from thee.
-Go; speak not to me; even now be gone.
-O, go not yet! Even thus two friends condemn'd
-Embrace and kiss and take ten thousand leaves,
-Loather a hundred times to part than die.
-Yet now farewell; and farewell life with thee!
-
- -SUFFOLK -
-Thus is poor Suffolk ten times banished;
-Once by the king, and three times thrice by thee.
-'Tis not the land I care for, wert thou thence;
-A wilderness is populous enough,
-So Suffolk had thy heavenly company:
-For where thou art, there is the world itself,
-With every several pleasure in the world,
-And where thou art not, desolation.
-I can no more: live thou to joy thy life;
-Myself no joy in nought but that thou livest.
-

Enter VAUX

-
- -QUEEN MARGARET -
-Wither goes Vaux so fast? what news, I prithee?
-
- -VAUX -
-To signify unto his majesty
-That Cardinal Beaufort is at point of death;
-For suddenly a grievous sickness took him,
-That makes him gasp and stare and catch the air,
-Blaspheming God and cursing men on earth.
-Sometimes he talks as if Duke Humphrey's ghost
-Were by his side; sometime he calls the king,
-And whispers to his pillow, as to him,
-The secrets of his overcharged soul;
-And I am sent to tell his majesty
-That even now he cries aloud for him.
-
- -QUEEN MARGARET -
-Go tell this heavy message to the king.
-

Exit VAUX

-Ay me! what is this world! what news are these!
-But wherefore grieve I at an hour's poor loss,
-Omitting Suffolk's exile, my soul's treasure?
-Why only, Suffolk, mourn I not for thee,
-And with the southern clouds contend in tears,
-Theirs for the earth's increase, mine for my sorrows?
-Now get thee hence: the king, thou know'st, is coming;
-If thou be found by me, thou art but dead.
-
- -SUFFOLK -
-If I depart from thee, I cannot live;
-And in thy sight to die, what were it else
-But like a pleasant slumber in thy lap?
-Here could I breathe my soul into the air,
-As mild and gentle as the cradle-babe
-Dying with mother's dug between its lips:
-Where, from thy sight, I should be raging mad,
-And cry out for thee to close up mine eyes,
-To have thee with thy lips to stop my mouth;
-So shouldst thou either turn my flying soul,
-Or I should breathe it so into thy body,
-And then it lived in sweet Elysium.
-To die by thee were but to die in jest;
-From thee to die were torture more than death:
-O, let me stay, befall what may befall!
-
- -QUEEN MARGARET -
-Away! though parting be a fretful corrosive,
-It is applied to a deathful wound.
-To France, sweet Suffolk: let me hear from thee;
-For wheresoe'er thou art in this world's globe,
-I'll have an Iris that shall find thee out.
-
- -SUFFOLK -
-I go.
-
- -QUEEN MARGARET -
-And take my heart with thee.
-
- -SUFFOLK -
-A jewel, lock'd into the wofull'st cask
-That ever did contain a thing of worth.
-Even as a splitted bark, so sunder we
-This way fall I to death.
-
- -QUEEN MARGARET -
-This way for me.
-

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SCENE III. A bedchamber.

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-Enter the KING, SALISBURY, WARWICK, to the CARDINAL in bed -
- -KING HENRY VI -
-How fares my lord? speak, Beaufort, to
-thy sovereign.
-
- -CARDINAL -
-If thou be'st death, I'll give thee England's treasure,
-Enough to purchase such another island,
-So thou wilt let me live, and feel no pain.
-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-Ah, what a sign it is of evil life,
-Where death's approach is seen so terrible!
-
- -WARWICK -
-Beaufort, it is thy sovereign speaks to thee.
-
- -CARDINAL -
-Bring me unto my trial when you will.
-Died he not in his bed? where should he die?
-Can I make men live, whether they will or no?
-O, torture me no more! I will confess.
-Alive again? then show me where he is:
-I'll give a thousand pound to look upon him.
-He hath no eyes, the dust hath blinded them.
-Comb down his hair; look, look! it stands upright,
-Like lime-twigs set to catch my winged soul.
-Give me some drink; and bid the apothecary
-Bring the strong poison that I bought of him.
-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-O thou eternal Mover of the heavens.
-Look with a gentle eye upon this wretch!
-O, beat away the busy meddling fiend
-That lays strong siege unto this wretch's soul.
-And from his bosom purge this black despair!
-
- -WARWICK -
-See, how the pangs of death do make him grin!
-
- -SALISBURY -
-Disturb him not; let him pass peaceably.
-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-Peace to his soul, if God's good pleasure be!
-Lord cardinal, if thou think'st on heaven's bliss,
-Hold up thy hand, make signal of thy hope.
-He dies, and makes no sign. O God, forgive him!
-
- -WARWICK -
-So bad a death argues a monstrous life.
-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-Forbear to judge, for we are sinners all.
-Close up his eyes and draw the curtain close;
-And let us all to meditation.
-

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SCENE I. The coast of Kent.

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-Alarum. Fight at sea. Ordnance goes off. Enter a Captain, a Master, a Master's-mate, WALTER WHITMORE, and others; with them SUFFOLK, and others, prisoners -
- -Captain -
-The gaudy, blabbing and remorseful day
-Is crept into the bosom of the sea;
-And now loud-howling wolves arouse the jades
-That drag the tragic melancholy night;
-Who, with their drowsy, slow and flagging wings,
-Clip dead men's graves and from their misty jaws
-Breathe foul contagious darkness in the air.
-Therefore bring forth the soldiers of our prize;
-For, whilst our pinnace anchors in the Downs,
-Here shall they make their ransom on the sand,
-Or with their blood stain this discolour'd shore.
-Master, this prisoner freely give I thee;
-And thou that art his mate, make boot of this;
-The other, Walter Whitmore, is thy share.
-
- -First Gentleman -
-What is my ransom, master? let me know.
-
- -Master -
-A thousand crowns, or else lay down your head.
-Master's-Mate And so much shall you give, or off goes yours.
-
- -Captain -
-What, think you much to pay two thousand crowns,
-And bear the name and port of gentlemen?
-Cut both the villains' throats; for die you shall:
-The lives of those which we have lost in fight
-Be counterpoised with such a petty sum!
-
- -First Gentleman -
-I'll give it, sir; and therefore spare my life.
-
- -Second Gentleman -
-And so will I and write home for it straight.
-
- -WHITMORE -
-I lost mine eye in laying the prize aboard,
-And therefore to revenge it, shalt thou die;
-

To SUFFOLK

-And so should these, if I might have my will.
-
- -Captain -
-Be not so rash; take ransom, let him live.
-
- -SUFFOLK -
-Look on my George; I am a gentleman:
-Rate me at what thou wilt, thou shalt be paid.
-
- -WHITMORE -
-And so am I; my name is Walter Whitmore.
-How now! why start'st thou? what, doth
-death affright?
-
- -SUFFOLK -
-Thy name affrights me, in whose sound is death.
-A cunning man did calculate my birth
-And told me that by water I should die:
-Yet let not this make thee be bloody-minded;
-Thy name is Gaultier, being rightly sounded.
-
- -WHITMORE -
-Gaultier or Walter, which it is, I care not:
-Never yet did base dishonour blur our name,
-But with our sword we wiped away the blot;
-Therefore, when merchant-like I sell revenge,
-Broke be my sword, my arms torn and defaced,
-And I proclaim'd a coward through the world!
-
- -SUFFOLK -
-Stay, Whitmore; for thy prisoner is a prince,
-The Duke of Suffolk, William de la Pole.
-
- -WHITMORE -
-The Duke of Suffolk muffled up in rags!
-
- -SUFFOLK -
-Ay, but these rags are no part of the duke:
-Jove sometimes went disguised, and why not I?
-
- -Captain -
-But Jove was never slain, as thou shalt be.
-
- -SUFFOLK -
-Obscure and lowly swain, King Henry's blood,
-The honourable blood of Lancaster,
-Must not be shed by such a jaded groom.
-Hast thou not kiss'd thy hand and held my stirrup?
-Bare-headed plodded by my foot-cloth mule
-And thought thee happy when I shook my head?
-How often hast thou waited at my cup,
-Fed from my trencher, kneel'd down at the board.
-When I have feasted with Queen Margaret?
-Remember it and let it make thee crest-fall'n,
-Ay, and allay this thy abortive pride;
-How in our voiding lobby hast thou stood
-And duly waited for my coming forth?
-This hand of mine hath writ in thy behalf,
-And therefore shall it charm thy riotous tongue.
-
- -WHITMORE -
-Speak, captain, shall I stab the forlorn swain?
-
- -Captain -
-First let my words stab him, as he hath me.
-
- -SUFFOLK -
-Base slave, thy words are blunt and so art thou.
-
- -Captain -
-Convey him hence and on our longboat's side
-Strike off his head.
-
- -SUFFOLK -
-Thou darest not, for thy own.
-
- -Captain -
-Yes, Pole.
-
- -SUFFOLK -
- Pole!
-
- -Captain -
- Pool! Sir Pool! lord!
-Ay, kennel, puddle, sink; whose filth and dirt
-Troubles the silver spring where England drinks.
-Now will I dam up this thy yawning mouth
-For swallowing the treasure of the realm:
-Thy lips that kiss'd the queen shall sweep the ground;
-And thou that smiledst at good Duke Humphrey's death,
-Against the senseless winds shalt grin in vain,
-Who in contempt shall hiss at thee again:
-And wedded be thou to the hags of hell,
-For daring to affy a mighty lord
-Unto the daughter of a worthless king,
-Having neither subject, wealth, nor diadem.
-By devilish policy art thou grown great,
-And, like ambitious Sylla, overgorged
-With gobbets of thy mother's bleeding heart.
-By thee Anjou and Maine were sold to France,
-The false revolting Normans thorough thee
-Disdain to call us lord, and Picardy
-Hath slain their governors, surprised our forts,
-And sent the ragged soldiers wounded home.
-The princely Warwick, and the Nevils all,
-Whose dreadful swords were never drawn in vain,
-As hating thee, are rising up in arms:
-And now the house of York, thrust from the crown
-By shameful murder of a guiltless king
-And lofty proud encroaching tyranny,
-Burns with revenging fire; whose hopeful colours
-Advance our half-faced sun, striving to shine,
-Under the which is writ 'Invitis nubibus.'
-The commons here in Kent are up in arms:
-And, to conclude, reproach and beggary
-Is crept into the palace of our king.
-And all by thee. Away! convey him hence.
-
- -SUFFOLK -
-O that I were a god, to shoot forth thunder
-Upon these paltry, servile, abject drudges!
-Small things make base men proud: this villain here,
-Being captain of a pinnace, threatens more
-Than Bargulus the strong Illyrian pirate.
-Drones suck not eagles' blood but rob beehives:
-It is impossible that I should die
-By such a lowly vassal as thyself.
-Thy words move rage and not remorse in me:
-I go of message from the queen to France;
-I charge thee waft me safely cross the Channel.
-
- -Captain -
-Walter,--
-
- -WHITMORE -
-Come, Suffolk, I must waft thee to thy death.
-
- -SUFFOLK -
-Gelidus timor occupat artus it is thee I fear.
-
- -WHITMORE -
-Thou shalt have cause to fear before I leave thee.
-What, are ye daunted now? now will ye stoop?
-
- -First Gentleman -
-My gracious lord, entreat him, speak him fair.
-
- -SUFFOLK -
-Suffolk's imperial tongue is stern and rough,
-Used to command, untaught to plead for favour.
-Far be it we should honour such as these
-With humble suit: no, rather let my head
-Stoop to the block than these knees bow to any
-Save to the God of heaven and to my king;
-And sooner dance upon a bloody pole
-Than stand uncover'd to the vulgar groom.
-True nobility is exempt from fear:
-More can I bear than you dare execute.
-
- -Captain -
-Hale him away, and let him talk no more.
-
- -SUFFOLK -
-Come, soldiers, show what cruelty ye can,
-That this my death may never be forgot!
-Great men oft die by vile bezonians:
-A Roman sworder and banditto slave
-Murder'd sweet Tully; Brutus' bastard hand
-Stabb'd Julius Caesar; savage islanders
-Pompey the Great; and Suffolk dies by pirates.
-

Exeunt Whitmore and others with Suffolk

-
- -Captain -
-And as for these whose ransom we have set,
-It is our pleasure one of them depart;
-Therefore come you with us and let him go.
-

Exeunt all but the First Gentleman

-

Re-enter WHITMORE with SUFFOLK's body

-
- -WHITMORE -
-There let his head and lifeless body lie,
-Until the queen his mistress bury it.
-

Exit

-
- -First Gentleman -
-O barbarous and bloody spectacle!
-His body will I bear unto the king:
-If he revenge it not, yet will his friends;
-So will the queen, that living held him dear.
-

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SCENE X. Kent. IDEN's garden.

- -

-Enter CADE -
- -CADE -
-Fie on ambition! fie on myself, that have a sword,
-and yet am ready to famish! These five days have I
-hid me in these woods and durst not peep out, for
-all the country is laid for me; but now am I so
-hungry that if I might have a lease of my life for a
-thousand years I could stay no longer. Wherefore,
-on a brick wall have I climbed into this garden, to
-see if I can eat grass, or pick a sallet another
-while, which is not amiss to cool a man's stomach
-this hot weather. And I think this word 'sallet'
-was born to do me good: for many a time, but for a
-sallet, my brainpan had been cleft with a brown
-bill; and many a time, when I have been dry and
-bravely marching, it hath served me instead of a
-quart pot to drink in; and now the word 'sallet'
-must serve me to feed on.
-

Enter IDEN

-
- -IDEN -
-Lord, who would live turmoiled in the court,
-And may enjoy such quiet walks as these?
-This small inheritance my father left me
-Contenteth me, and worth a monarchy.
-I seek not to wax great by others' waning,
-Or gather wealth, I care not, with what envy:
-Sufficeth that I have maintains my state
-And sends the poor well pleased from my gate.
-
- -CADE -
-Here's the lord of the soil come to seize me for a
-stray, for entering his fee-simple without leave.
-Ah, villain, thou wilt betray me, and get a thousand
-crowns of the king carrying my head to him: but
-I'll make thee eat iron like an ostrich, and swallow
-my sword like a great pin, ere thou and I part.
-
- -IDEN -
-Why, rude companion, whatsoe'er thou be,
-I know thee not; why, then, should I betray thee?
-Is't not enough to break into my garden,
-And, like a thief, to come to rob my grounds,
-Climbing my walls in spite of me the owner,
-But thou wilt brave me with these saucy terms?
-
- -CADE -
-Brave thee! ay, by the best blood that ever was
-broached, and beard thee too. Look on me well: I
-have eat no meat these five days; yet, come thou and
-thy five men, and if I do not leave you all as dead
-as a doornail, I pray God I may never eat grass more.
-
- -IDEN -
-Nay, it shall ne'er be said, while England stands,
-That Alexander Iden, an esquire of Kent,
-Took odds to combat a poor famish'd man.
-Oppose thy steadfast-gazing eyes to mine,
-See if thou canst outface me with thy looks:
-Set limb to limb, and thou art far the lesser;
-Thy hand is but a finger to my fist,
-Thy leg a stick compared with this truncheon;
-My foot shall fight with all the strength thou hast;
-And if mine arm be heaved in the air,
-Thy grave is digg'd already in the earth.
-As for words, whose greatness answers words,
-Let this my sword report what speech forbears.
-
- -CADE -
-By my valour, the most complete champion that ever I
-heard! Steel, if thou turn the edge, or cut not out
-the burly-boned clown in chines of beef ere thou
-sleep in thy sheath, I beseech God on my knees thou
-mayst be turned to hobnails.
-

Here they fight. CADE falls

-O, I am slain! famine and no other hath slain me:
-let ten thousand devils come against me, and give me
-but the ten meals I have lost, and I'll defy them
-all. Wither, garden; and be henceforth a
-burying-place to all that do dwell in this house,
-because the unconquered soul of Cade is fled.
-
- -IDEN -
-Is't Cade that I have slain, that monstrous traitor?
-Sword, I will hollow thee for this thy deed,
-And hang thee o'er my tomb when I am dead:
-Ne'er shall this blood be wiped from thy point;
-But thou shalt wear it as a herald's coat,
-To emblaze the honour that thy master got.
-
- -CADE -
-Iden, farewell, and be proud of thy victory. Tell
-Kent from me, she hath lost her best man, and exhort
-all the world to be cowards; for I, that never
-feared any, am vanquished by famine, not by valour.
-

Dies

-
- -IDEN -
-How much thou wrong'st me, heaven be my judge.
-Die, damned wretch, the curse of her that bare thee;
-And as I thrust thy body in with my sword,
-So wish I, I might thrust thy soul to hell.
-Hence will I drag thee headlong by the heels
-Unto a dunghill which shall be thy grave,
-And there cut off thy most ungracious head;
-Which I will bear in triumph to the king,
-Leaving thy trunk for crows to feed upon.
-

Exit

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SCENE II. Blackheath.

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-Enter GEORGE BEVIS and JOHN HOLLAND -
- -BEVIS -
-Come, and get thee a sword, though made of a lath;
-they have been up these two days.
-
- -HOLLAND -
-They have the more need to sleep now, then.
-
- -BEVIS -
-I tell thee, Jack Cade the clothier means to dress
-the commonwealth, and turn it, and set a new nap upon it.
-
- -HOLLAND -
-So he had need, for 'tis threadbare. Well, I say it
-was never merry world in England since gentlemen came up.
-
- -BEVIS -
-O miserable age! virtue is not regarded in handicrafts-men.
-
- -HOLLAND -
-The nobility think scorn to go in leather aprons.
-
- -BEVIS -
-Nay, more, the king's council are no good workmen.
-
- -HOLLAND -
-True; and yet it is said, labour in thy vocation;
-which is as much to say as, let the magistrates be
-labouring men; and therefore should we be
-magistrates.
-
- -BEVIS -
-Thou hast hit it; for there's no better sign of a
-brave mind than a hard hand.
-
- -HOLLAND -
-I see them! I see them! there's Best's son, the
-tanner of Wingham,--
-
- -BEVIS -
-He shall have the skin of our enemies, to make
-dog's-leather of.
-
- -HOLLAND -
-And Dick the Butcher,--
-
- -BEVIS -
-Then is sin struck down like an ox, and iniquity's
-throat cut like a calf.
-
- -HOLLAND -
-And Smith the weaver,--
-
- -BEVIS -
-Argo, their thread of life is spun.
-
- -HOLLAND -
-Come, come, let's fall in with them.
-

Drum. Enter CADE, DICK the Butcher, SMITH the Weaver, and a Sawyer, with infinite numbers

-
- -CADE -
-We John Cade, so termed of our supposed father,--
-
- -DICK -
-[Aside] Or rather, of stealing a cade of herrings.
-
- -CADE -
-For our enemies shall fall before us, inspired with
-the spirit of putting down kings and princes,
---Command silence.
-
- -DICK -
-Silence!
-
- -CADE -
-My father was a Mortimer,--
-
- -DICK -
-[Aside] He was an honest man, and a good
-bricklayer.
-
- -CADE -
-My mother a Plantagenet,--
-
- -DICK -
-[Aside] I knew her well; she was a midwife.
-
- -CADE -
-My wife descended of the Lacies,--
-
- -DICK -
-[Aside] She was, indeed, a pedler's daughter, and
-sold many laces.
-
- -SMITH -
-[Aside] But now of late, notable to travel with her
-furred pack, she washes bucks here at home.
-
- -CADE -
-Therefore am I of an honourable house.
-
- -DICK -
-[Aside] Ay, by my faith, the field is honourable;
-and there was he borne, under a hedge, for his
-father had never a house but the cage.
-
- -CADE -
-Valiant I am.
-
- -SMITH -
-[Aside] A' must needs; for beggary is valiant.
-
- -CADE -
-I am able to endure much.
-
- -DICK -
-[Aside] No question of that; for I have seen him
-whipped three market-days together.
-
- -CADE -
-I fear neither sword nor fire.
-
- -SMITH -
-[Aside] He need not fear the sword; for his coat is of proof.
-
- -DICK -
-[Aside] But methinks he should stand in fear of
-fire, being burnt i' the hand for stealing of sheep.
-
- -CADE -
-Be brave, then; for your captain is brave, and vows
-reformation. There shall be in England seven
-halfpenny loaves sold for a penny: the three-hooped
-pot; shall have ten hoops and I will make it felony
-to drink small beer: all the realm shall be in
-common; and in Cheapside shall my palfrey go to
-grass: and when I am king, as king I will be,--
-
- -ALL -
-God save your majesty!
-
- -CADE -
-I thank you, good people: there shall be no money;
-all shall eat and drink on my score; and I will
-apparel them all in one livery, that they may agree
-like brothers and worship me their lord.
-
- -DICK -
-The first thing we do, let's kill all the lawyers.
-
- -CADE -
-Nay, that I mean to do. Is not this a lamentable
-thing, that of the skin of an innocent lamb should
-be made parchment? that parchment, being scribbled
-o'er, should undo a man? Some say the bee stings:
-but I say, 'tis the bee's wax; for I did but seal
-once to a thing, and I was never mine own man
-since. How now! who's there?
-

Enter some, bringing forward the Clerk of Chatham

-
- -SMITH -
-The clerk of Chatham: he can write and read and
-cast accompt.
-
- -CADE -
-O monstrous!
-
- -SMITH -
-We took him setting of boys' copies.
-
- -CADE -
-Here's a villain!
-
- -SMITH -
-Has a book in his pocket with red letters in't.
-
- -CADE -
-Nay, then, he is a conjurer.
-
- -DICK -
-Nay, he can make obligations, and write court-hand.
-
- -CADE -
-I am sorry for't: the man is a proper man, of mine
-honour; unless I find him guilty, he shall not die.
-Come hither, sirrah, I must examine thee: what is thy name?
-
- -Clerk -
-Emmanuel.
-
- -DICK -
-They use to write it on the top of letters: 'twill
-go hard with you.
-
- -CADE -
-Let me alone. Dost thou use to write thy name? or
-hast thou a mark to thyself, like an honest
-plain-dealing man?
-
- -CLERK -
-Sir, I thank God, I have been so well brought up
-that I can write my name.
-
- -ALL -
-He hath confessed: away with him! he's a villain
-and a traitor.
-
- -CADE -
-Away with him, I say! hang him with his pen and
-ink-horn about his neck.
-

Exit one with the Clerk

-

Enter MICHAEL

-
- -MICHAEL -
-Where's our general?
-
- -CADE -
-Here I am, thou particular fellow.
-
- -MICHAEL -
-Fly, fly, fly! Sir Humphrey Stafford and his
-brother are hard by, with the king's forces.
-
- -CADE -
-Stand, villain, stand, or I'll fell thee down. He
-shall be encountered with a man as good as himself:
-he is but a knight, is a'?
-
- -MICHAEL -
-No.
-
- -CADE -
-To equal him, I will make myself a knight presently.
-

Kneels

-Rise up Sir John Mortimer.
-

Rises

-Now have at him!
-

Enter SIR HUMPHREY and WILLIAM STAFFORD, with drum and soldiers

-
- -SIR HUMPHREY -
-Rebellious hinds, the filth and scum of Kent,
-Mark'd for the gallows, lay your weapons down;
-Home to your cottages, forsake this groom:
-The king is merciful, if you revolt.
-
- -WILLIAM STAFFORD -
-But angry, wrathful, and inclined to blood,
-If you go forward; therefore yield, or die.
-
- -CADE -
-As for these silken-coated slaves, I pass not:
-It is to you, good people, that I speak,
-Over whom, in time to come, I hope to reign;
-For I am rightful heir unto the crown.
-
- -SIR HUMPHREY -
-Villain, thy father was a plasterer;
-And thou thyself a shearman, art thou not?
-
- -CADE -
-And Adam was a gardener.
-
- -WILLIAM STAFFORD -
-And what of that?
-
- -CADE -
-Marry, this: Edmund Mortimer, Earl of March.
-Married the Duke of Clarence' daughter, did he not?
-
- -SIR HUMPHREY -
-Ay, sir.
-
- -CADE -
-By her he had two children at one birth.
-
- -WILLIAM STAFFORD -
-That's false.
-
- -CADE -
-Ay, there's the question; but I say, 'tis true:
-The elder of them, being put to nurse,
-Was by a beggar-woman stolen away;
-And, ignorant of his birth and parentage,
-Became a bricklayer when he came to age:
-His son am I; deny it, if you can.
-
- -DICK -
-Nay, 'tis too true; therefore he shall be king.
-
- -SMITH -
-Sir, he made a chimney in my father's house, and
-the bricks are alive at this day to testify it;
-therefore deny it not.
-
- -SIR HUMPHREY -
-And will you credit this base drudge's words,
-That speaks he knows not what?
-
- -ALL -
-Ay, marry, will we; therefore get ye gone.
-
- -WILLIAM STAFFORD -
-Jack Cade, the Duke of York hath taught you this.
-
- -CADE -
-[Aside] He lies, for I invented it myself.
-Go to, sirrah, tell the king from me, that, for his
-father's sake, Henry the Fifth, in whose time boys
-went to span-counter for French crowns, I am content
-he shall reign; but I'll be protector over him.
-
- -DICK -
-And furthermore, well have the Lord Say's head for
-selling the dukedom of Maine.
-
- -CADE -
-And good reason; for thereby is England mained, and
-fain to go with a staff, but that my puissance holds
-it up. Fellow kings, I tell you that that Lord Say
-hath gelded the commonwealth, and made it an eunuch:
-and more than that, he can speak French; and
-therefore he is a traitor.
-
- -SIR HUMPHREY -
-O gross and miserable ignorance!
-
- -CADE -
-Nay, answer, if you can: the Frenchmen are our
-enemies; go to, then, I ask but this: can he that
-speaks with the tongue of an enemy be a good
-counsellor, or no?
-
- -ALL -
-No, no; and therefore we'll have his head.
-
- -WILLIAM STAFFORD -
-Well, seeing gentle words will not prevail,
-Assail them with the army of the king.
-
- -SIR HUMPHREY -
-Herald, away; and throughout every town
-Proclaim them traitors that are up with Cade;
-That those which fly before the battle ends
-May, even in their wives' and children's sight,
-Be hang'd up for example at their doors:
-And you that be the king's friends, follow me.
-

Exeunt WILLIAM STAFFORD and SIR HUMPHREY, and soldiers

-
- -CADE -
-And you that love the commons, follow me.
-Now show yourselves men; 'tis for liberty.
-We will not leave one lord, one gentleman:
-Spare none but such as go in clouted shoon;
-For they are thrifty honest men, and such
-As would, but that they dare not, take our parts.
-
- -DICK -
-They are all in order and march toward us.
-
- -CADE -
-But then are we in order when we are most
-out of order. Come, march forward.
-

Exeunt

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SCENE III. Another part of Blackheath.

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-Alarums to the fight, wherein SIR HUMPHREY and WILLIAM STAFFORD are slain. Enter CADE and the rest -
- -CADE -
-Where's Dick, the butcher of Ashford?
-
- -DICK -
-Here, sir.
-
- -CADE -
-They fell before thee like sheep and oxen, and thou
-behavedst thyself as if thou hadst been in thine own
-slaughter-house: therefore thus will I reward thee,
-the Lent shall be as long again as it is; and thou
-shalt have a licence to kill for a hundred lacking
-one.
-
- -DICK -
-I desire no more.
-
- -CADE -
-And, to speak truth, thou deservest no less. This
-monument of the victory will I bear;
-

Putting on SIR HUMPHREY'S brigandine

-and the bodies shall be dragged at my horse' heels
-till I do come to London, where we will have the
-mayor's sword borne before us.
-
- -DICK -
-If we mean to thrive and do good, break open the
-gaols and let out the prisoners.
-
- -CADE -
-Fear not that, I warrant thee. Come, let's march
-towards London.
-

Exeunt

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SCENE IV. London. The palace.

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-Enter KING HENRY VI with a supplication, and the QUEEN with SUFFOLK'S head, BUCKINGHAM and Lord SAY -
- -QUEEN MARGARET -
-Oft have I heard that grief softens the mind,
-And makes it fearful and degenerate;
-Think therefore on revenge and cease to weep.
-But who can cease to weep and look on this?
-Here may his head lie on my throbbing breast:
-But where's the body that I should embrace?
-
- -BUCKINGHAM -
-What answer makes your grace to the rebels'
-supplication?
-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-I'll send some holy bishop to entreat;
-For God forbid so many simple souls
-Should perish by the sword! And I myself,
-Rather than bloody war shall cut them short,
-Will parley with Jack Cade their general:
-But stay, I'll read it over once again.
-
- -QUEEN MARGARET -
-Ah, barbarous villains! hath this lovely face
-Ruled, like a wandering planet, over me,
-And could it not enforce them to relent,
-That were unworthy to behold the same?
-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-Lord Say, Jack Cade hath sworn to have thy head.
-
- -SAY -
-Ay, but I hope your highness shall have his.
-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-How now, madam!
-Still lamenting and mourning for Suffolk's death?
-I fear me, love, if that I had been dead,
-Thou wouldst not have mourn'd so much for me.
-
- -QUEEN MARGARET -
-No, my love, I should not mourn, but die for thee.
-

Enter a Messenger

-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-How now! what news? why comest thou in such haste?
-
- -Messenger -
-The rebels are in Southwark; fly, my lord!
-Jack Cade proclaims himself Lord Mortimer,
-Descended from the Duke of Clarence' house,
-And calls your grace usurper openly
-And vows to crown himself in Westminster.
-His army is a ragged multitude
-Of hinds and peasants, rude and merciless:
-Sir Humphrey Stafford and h is brother's death
-Hath given them heart and courage to proceed:
-All scholars, lawyers, courtiers, gentlemen,
-They call false caterpillars, and intend their death.
-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-O graceless men! they know not what they do.
-
- -BUCKINGHAM -
-My gracious lord, return to Killingworth,
-Until a power be raised to put them down.
-
- -QUEEN MARGARET -
-Ah, were the Duke of Suffolk now alive,
-These Kentish rebels would be soon appeased!
-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-Lord Say, the traitors hate thee;
-Therefore away with us to Killingworth.
-
- -SAY -
-So might your grace's person be in danger.
-The sight of me is odious in their eyes;
-And therefore in this city will I stay
-And live alone as secret as I may.
-

Enter another Messenger

-
- -Messenger -
-Jack Cade hath gotten London bridge:
-The citizens fly and forsake their houses:
-The rascal people, thirsting after prey,
-Join with the traitor, and they jointly swear
-To spoil the city and your royal court.
-
- -BUCKINGHAM -
-Then linger not, my lord, away, take horse.
-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-Come, Margaret; God, our hope, will succor us.
-
- -QUEEN MARGARET -
-My hope is gone, now Suffolk is deceased.
-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-Farewell, my lord: trust not the Kentish rebels.
-
- -BUCKINGHAM -
-Trust nobody, for fear you be betray'd.
-
- -SAY -
-The trust I have is in mine innocence,
-And therefore am I bold and resolute.
-

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SCENE V. London. The Tower.

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-Enter SCALES upon the Tower, walking. Then enter two or three Citizens below -
- -SCALES -
-How now! is Jack Cade slain?
-
- -First Citizen -
-No, my lord, nor likely to be slain; for they have
-won the bridge, killing all those that withstand
-them: the lord mayor craves aid of your honour from
-the Tower, to defend the city from the rebels.
-
- -SCALES -
-Such aid as I can spare you shall command;
-But I am troubled here with them myself;
-The rebels have assay'd to win the Tower.
-But get you to Smithfield, and gather head,
-And thither I will send you Matthew Goffe;
-Fight for your king, your country and your lives;
-And so, farewell, for I must hence again.
-

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SCENE VI. London. Cannon Street.

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-Enter CADE and the rest, and strikes his staff on London-stone -
- -CADE -
-Now is Mortimer lord of this city. And here, sitting
-upon London-stone, I charge and command that, of the
-city's cost, the pissing-conduit run nothing but
-claret wine this first year of our reign. And now
-henceforward it shall be treason for any that calls
-me other than Lord Mortimer.
-

Enter a Soldier, running

-
- -Soldier -
-Jack Cade! Jack Cade!
-
- -CADE -
-Knock him down there.
-

They kill him

-
- -SMITH -
-If this fellow be wise, he'll never call ye Jack
-Cade more: I think he hath a very fair warning.
-
- -DICK -
-My lord, there's an army gathered together in
-Smithfield.
-
- -CADE -
-Come, then, let's go fight with them; but first, go
-and set London bridge on fire; and, if you can, burn
-down the Tower too. Come, let's away.
-

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SCENE VII. London. Smithfield.

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-Alarums. MATTHEW GOFFE is slain, and all the rest. Then enter CADE, with his company. -
- -CADE -
-So, sirs: now go some and pull down the Savoy;
-others to the inns of court; down with them all.
-
- -DICK -
-I have a suit unto your lordship.
-
- -CADE -
-Be it a lordship, thou shalt have it for that word.
-
- -DICK -
-Only that the laws of England may come out of your mouth.
-
- -HOLLAND -
-[Aside] Mass, 'twill be sore law, then; for he was
-thrust in the mouth with a spear, and 'tis not whole
-yet.
-
- -SMITH -
-[Aside] Nay, John, it will be stinking law for his
-breath stinks with eating toasted cheese.
-
- -CADE -
-I have thought upon it, it shall be so. Away, burn
-all the records of the realm: my mouth shall be
-the parliament of England.
-
- -HOLLAND -
-[Aside] Then we are like to have biting statutes,
-unless his teeth be pulled out.
-
- -CADE -
-And henceforward all things shall be in common.
-

Enter a Messenger

-
- -Messenger -
-My lord, a prize, a prize! here's the Lord Say,
-which sold the towns in France; he that made us pay
-one and twenty fifteens, and one shilling to the
-pound, the last subsidy.
-

Enter BEVIS, with Lord SAY

-
- -CADE -
-Well, he shall be beheaded for it ten times. Ah,
-thou say, thou serge, nay, thou buckram lord! now
-art thou within point-blank of our jurisdiction
-regal. What canst thou answer to my majesty for
-giving up of Normandy unto Mounsieur Basimecu, the
-dauphin of France? Be it known unto thee by these
-presence, even the presence of Lord Mortimer, that I
-am the besom that must sweep the court clean of such
-filth as thou art. Thou hast most traitorously
-corrupted the youth of the realm in erecting a
-grammar school; and whereas, before, our forefathers
-had no other books but the score and the tally, thou
-hast caused printing to be used, and, contrary to
-the king, his crown and dignity, thou hast built a
-paper-mill. It will be proved to thy face that thou
-hast men about thee that usually talk of a noun and
-a verb, and such abominable words as no Christian
-ear can endure to hear. Thou hast appointed
-justices of peace, to call poor men before them
-about matters they were not able to answer.
-Moreover, thou hast put them in prison; and because
-they could not read, thou hast hanged them; when,
-indeed, only for that cause they have been most
-worthy to live. Thou dost ride in a foot-cloth, dost thou not?
-
- -SAY -
-What of that?
-
- -CADE -
-Marry, thou oughtest not to let thy horse wear a
-cloak, when honester men than thou go in their hose
-and doublets.
-
- -DICK -
-And work in their shirt too; as myself, for example,
-that am a butcher.
-
- -SAY -
-You men of Kent,--
-
- -DICK -
-What say you of Kent?
-
- -SAY -
-Nothing but this; 'tis 'bona terra, mala gens.'
-
- -CADE -
-Away with him, away with him! he speaks Latin.
-
- -SAY -
-Hear me but speak, and bear me where you will.
-Kent, in the Commentaries Caesar writ,
-Is term'd the civil'st place of this isle:
-Sweet is the country, because full of riches;
-The people liberal, valiant, active, wealthy;
-Which makes me hope you are not void of pity.
-I sold not Maine, I lost not Normandy,
-Yet, to recover them, would lose my life.
-Justice with favour have I always done;
-Prayers and tears have moved me, gifts could never.
-When have I aught exacted at your hands,
-But to maintain the king, the realm and you?
-Large gifts have I bestow'd on learned clerks,
-Because my book preferr'd me to the king,
-And seeing ignorance is the curse of God,
-Knowledge the wing wherewith we fly to heaven,
-Unless you be possess'd with devilish spirits,
-You cannot but forbear to murder me:
-This tongue hath parley'd unto foreign kings
-For your behoof,--
-
- -CADE -
-Tut, when struck'st thou one blow in the field?
-
- -SAY -
-Great men have reaching hands: oft have I struck
-Those that I never saw and struck them dead.
-
- -BEVIS -
-O monstrous coward! what, to come behind folks?
-
- -SAY -
-These cheeks are pale for watching for your good.
-
- -CADE -
-Give him a box o' the ear and that will make 'em red again.
-
- -SAY -
-Long sitting to determine poor men's causes
-Hath made me full of sickness and diseases.
-
- -CADE -
-Ye shall have a hempen caudle, then, and the help of hatchet.
-
- -DICK -
-Why dost thou quiver, man?
-
- -SAY -
-The palsy, and not fear, provokes me.
-
- -CADE -
-Nay, he nods at us, as who should say, I'll be even
-with you: I'll see if his head will stand steadier
-on a pole, or no. Take him away, and behead him.
-
- -SAY -
-Tell me wherein have I offended most?
-Have I affected wealth or honour? speak.
-Are my chests fill'd up with extorted gold?
-Is my apparel sumptuous to behold?
-Whom have I injured, that ye seek my death?
-These hands are free from guiltless bloodshedding,
-This breast from harbouring foul deceitful thoughts.
-O, let me live!
-
- -CADE -
-[Aside] I feel remorse in myself with his words;
-but I'll bridle it: he shall die, an it be but for
-pleading so well for his life. Away with him! he
-has a familiar under his tongue; he speaks not o'
-God's name. Go, take him away, I say, and strike
-off his head presently; and then break into his
-son-in-law's house, Sir James Cromer, and strike off
-his head, and bring them both upon two poles hither.
-
- -ALL -
-It shall be done.
-
- -SAY -
-Ah, countrymen! if when you make your prayers,
-God should be so obdurate as yourselves,
-How would it fare with your departed souls?
-And therefore yet relent, and save my life.
-
- -CADE -
-Away with him! and do as I command ye.
-

Exeunt some with Lord SAY

-The proudest peer in the realm shall not wear a head
-on his shoulders, unless he pay me tribute; there
-shall not a maid be married, but she shall pay to me
-her maidenhead ere they have it: men shall hold of
-me in capite; and we charge and command that their
-wives be as free as heart can wish or tongue can tell.
-
- -DICK -
-My lord, when shall we go to Cheapside and take up
-commodities upon our bills?
-
- -CADE -
-Marry, presently.
-
- -ALL -
-O, brave!
-

Re-enter one with the heads

-
- -CADE -
-But is not this braver? Let them kiss one another,
-for they loved well when they were alive. Now part
-them again, lest they consult about the giving up of
-some more towns in France. Soldiers, defer the
-spoil of the city until night: for with these borne
-before us, instead of maces, will we ride through
-the streets, and at every corner have them kiss. Away!
-

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SCENE VIII. Southwark.

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-Alarum and retreat. Enter CADE and all his rabblement -
- -CADE -
-Up Fish Street! down Saint Magnus' Corner! Kill
-and knock down! throw them into Thames!
-

Sound a parley

-What noise is this I hear? Dare any be so bold to
-sound retreat or parley, when I command them kill?
-

Enter BUCKINGHAM and CLIFFORD, attended

-
- -BUCKINGHAM -
-Ay, here they be that dare and will disturb thee:
-Know, Cade, we come ambassadors from the king
-Unto the commons whom thou hast misled;
-And here pronounce free pardon to them all
-That will forsake thee and go home in peace.
-
- -CLIFFORD -
-What say ye, countrymen? will ye relent,
-And yield to mercy whilst 'tis offer'd you;
-Or let a rebel lead you to your deaths?
-Who loves the king and will embrace his pardon,
-Fling up his cap, and say 'God save his majesty!'
-Who hateth him and honours not his father,
-Henry the Fifth, that made all France to quake,
-Shake he his weapon at us and pass by.
-
- -ALL -
-God save the king! God save the king!
-
- -CADE -
-What, Buckingham and Clifford, are ye so brave? And
-you, base peasants, do ye believe him? will you
-needs be hanged with your pardons about your necks?
-Hath my sword therefore broke through London gates,
-that you should leave me at the White Hart in
-Southwark? I thought ye would never have given out
-these arms till you had recovered your ancient
-freedom: but you are all recreants and dastards,
-and delight to live in slavery to the nobility. Let
-them break your backs with burthens, take your
-houses over your heads, ravish your wives and
-daughters before your faces: for me, I will make
-shift for one; and so, God's curse light upon you
-all!
-
- -ALL -
-We'll follow Cade, we'll follow Cade!
-
- -CLIFFORD -
-Is Cade the son of Henry the Fifth,
-That thus you do exclaim you'll go with him?
-Will he conduct you through the heart of France,
-And make the meanest of you earls and dukes?
-Alas, he hath no home, no place to fly to;
-Nor knows he how to live but by the spoil,
-Unless by robbing of your friends and us.
-Were't not a shame, that whilst you live at jar,
-The fearful French, whom you late vanquished,
-Should make a start o'er seas and vanquish you?
-Methinks already in this civil broil
-I see them lording it in London streets,
-Crying 'Villiago!' unto all they meet.
-Better ten thousand base-born Cades miscarry
-Than you should stoop unto a Frenchman's mercy.
-To France, to France, and get what you have lost;
-Spare England, for it is your native coast;
-Henry hath money, you are strong and manly;
-God on our side, doubt not of victory.
-
- -ALL -
-A Clifford! a Clifford! we'll follow the king and Clifford.
-
- -CADE -
-Was ever feather so lightly blown to and fro as this
-multitude? The name of Henry the Fifth hales them
-to an hundred mischiefs, and makes them leave me
-desolate. I see them lay their heads together to
-surprise me. My sword make way for me, for here is
-no staying. In despite of the devils and hell, have
-through the very middest of you? and heavens and
-honour be witness, that no want of resolution in me.
-but only my followers' base and ignominious
-treasons, makes me betake me to my heels.
-

Exit

-
- -BUCKINGHAM -
-What, is he fled? Go some, and follow him;
-And he that brings his head unto the king
-Shall have a thousand crowns for his reward.
-

Exeunt some of them

-Follow me, soldiers: we'll devise a mean
-To reconcile you all unto the king.
-

Exeunt

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SCENE IX. Kenilworth Castle.

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-Sound Trumpets. Enter KING HENRY VI, QUEEN MARGARET, and SOMERSET, on the terrace -
- -KING HENRY VI -
-Was ever king that joy'd an earthly throne,
-And could command no more content than I?
-No sooner was I crept out of my cradle
-But I was made a king, at nine months old.
-Was never subject long'd to be a king
-As I do long and wish to be a subject.
-

Enter BUCKINGHAM and CLIFFORD

-
- -BUCKINGHAM -
-Health and glad tidings to your majesty!
-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-Why, Buckingham, is the traitor Cade surprised?
-Or is he but retired to make him strong?
-

Enter below, multitudes, with halters about their necks

-
- -CLIFFORD -
-He is fled, my lord, and all his powers do yield;
-And humbly thus, with halters on their necks,
-Expect your highness' doom of life or death.
-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-Then, heaven, set ope thy everlasting gates,
-To entertain my vows of thanks and praise!
-Soldiers, this day have you redeemed your lives,
-And show'd how well you love your prince and country:
-Continue still in this so good a mind,
-And Henry, though he be infortunate,
-Assure yourselves, will never be unkind:
-And so, with thanks and pardon to you all,
-I do dismiss you to your several countries.
-
- -ALL -
-God save the king! God save the king!
-

Enter a Messenger

-
- -Messenger -
-Please it your grace to be advertised
-The Duke of York is newly come from Ireland,
-And with a puissant and a mighty power
-Of gallowglasses and stout kerns
-Is marching hitherward in proud array,
-And still proclaimeth, as he comes along,
-His arms are only to remove from thee
-The Duke of Somerset, whom he terms traitor.
-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-Thus stands my state, 'twixt Cade and York distress'd.
-Like to a ship that, having 'scaped a tempest,
-Is straightway calm'd and boarded with a pirate:
-But now is Cade driven back, his men dispersed;
-And now is York in arms to second him.
-I pray thee, Buckingham, go and meet him,
-And ask him what's the reason of these arms.
-Tell him I'll send Duke Edmund to the Tower;
-And, Somerset, we'll commit thee thither,
-Until his army be dismiss'd from him.
-
- -SOMERSET -
-My lord,
-I'll yield myself to prison willingly,
-Or unto death, to do my country good.
-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-In any case, be not too rough in terms;
-For he is fierce and cannot brook hard language.
-
- -BUCKINGHAM -
-I will, my lord; and doubt not so to deal
-As all things shall redound unto your good.
-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-Come, wife, let's in, and learn to govern better;
-For yet may England curse my wretched reign.
-

Flourish. Exeunt

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SCENE I. Fields between Dartford and Blackheath.

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-Enter YORK, and his army of Irish, with drum and colours -
- -YORK -
-From Ireland thus comes York to claim his right,
-And pluck the crown from feeble Henry's head:
-Ring, bells, aloud; burn, bonfires, clear and bright,
-To entertain great England's lawful king.
-Ah! sancta majestas, who would not buy thee dear?
-Let them obey that know not how to rule;
-This hand was made to handle naught but gold.
-I cannot give due action to my words,
-Except a sword or sceptre balance it:
-A sceptre shall it have, have I a soul,
-On which I'll toss the flower-de-luce of France.
-

Enter BUCKINGHAM

-Whom have we here? Buckingham, to disturb me?
-The king hath sent him, sure: I must dissemble.
-
- -BUCKINGHAM -
-York, if thou meanest well, I greet thee well.
-
- -YORK -
-Humphrey of Buckingham, I accept thy greeting.
-Art thou a messenger, or come of pleasure?
-
- -BUCKINGHAM -
-A messenger from Henry, our dread liege,
-To know the reason of these arms in peace;
-Or why thou, being a subject as I am,
-Against thy oath and true allegiance sworn,
-Should raise so great a power without his leave,
-Or dare to bring thy force so near the court.
-
- -YORK -
-[Aside] Scarce can I speak, my choler is so great:
-O, I could hew up rocks and fight with flint,
-I am so angry at these abject terms;
-And now, like Ajax Telamonius,
-On sheep or oxen could I spend my fury.
-I am far better born than is the king,
-More like a king, more kingly in my thoughts:
-But I must make fair weather yet a while,
-Till Henry be more weak and I more strong,--
-Buckingham, I prithee, pardon me,
-That I have given no answer all this while;
-My mind was troubled with deep melancholy.
-The cause why I have brought this army hither
-Is to remove proud Somerset from the king,
-Seditious to his grace and to the state.
-
- -BUCKINGHAM -
-That is too much presumption on thy part:
-But if thy arms be to no other end,
-The king hath yielded unto thy demand:
-The Duke of Somerset is in the Tower.
-
- -YORK -
-Upon thine honour, is he prisoner?
-
- -BUCKINGHAM -
-Upon mine honour, he is prisoner.
-
- -YORK -
-Then, Buckingham, I do dismiss my powers.
-Soldiers, I thank you all; disperse yourselves;
-Meet me to-morrow in St. George's field,
-You shall have pay and every thing you wish.
-And let my sovereign, virtuous Henry,
-Command my eldest son, nay, all my sons,
-As pledges of my fealty and love;
-I'll send them all as willing as I live:
-Lands, goods, horse, armour, any thing I have,
-Is his to use, so Somerset may die.
-
- -BUCKINGHAM -
-York, I commend this kind submission:
-We twain will go into his highness' tent.
-

Enter KING HENRY VI and Attendants

-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-Buckingham, doth York intend no harm to us,
-That thus he marcheth with thee arm in arm?
-
- -YORK -
-In all submission and humility
-York doth present himself unto your highness.
-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-Then what intends these forces thou dost bring?
-
- -YORK -
-To heave the traitor Somerset from hence,
-And fight against that monstrous rebel Cade,
-Who since I heard to be discomfited.
-

Enter IDEN, with CADE'S head

-
- -IDEN -
-If one so rude and of so mean condition
-May pass into the presence of a king,
-Lo, I present your grace a traitor's head,
-The head of Cade, whom I in combat slew.
-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-The head of Cade! Great God, how just art Thou!
-O, let me view his visage, being dead,
-That living wrought me such exceeding trouble.
-Tell me, my friend, art thou the man that slew him?
-
- -IDEN -
-I was, an't like your majesty.
-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-How art thou call'd? and what is thy degree?
-
- -IDEN -
-Alexander Iden, that's my name;
-A poor esquire of Kent, that loves his king.
-
- -BUCKINGHAM -
-So please it you, my lord, 'twere not amiss
-He were created knight for his good service.
-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-Iden, kneel down.
-

He kneels

-Rise up a knight.
-We give thee for reward a thousand marks,
-And will that thou henceforth attend on us.
-
- -IDEN -
-May Iden live to merit such a bounty.
-And never live but true unto his liege!
-

Rises

-

Enter QUEEN MARGARET and SOMERSET

-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-See, Buckingham, Somerset comes with the queen:
-Go, bid her hide him quickly from the duke.
-
- -QUEEN MARGARET -
-For thousand Yorks he shall not hide his head,
-But boldly stand and front him to his face.
-
- -YORK -
-How now! is Somerset at liberty?
-Then, York, unloose thy long-imprison'd thoughts,
-And let thy tongue be equal with thy heart.
-Shall I endure the sight of Somerset?
-False king! why hast thou broken faith with me,
-Knowing how hardly I can brook abuse?
-King did I call thee? no, thou art not king,
-Not fit to govern and rule multitudes,
-Which darest not, no, nor canst not rule a traitor.
-That head of thine doth not become a crown;
-Thy hand is made to grasp a palmer's staff,
-And not to grace an awful princely sceptre.
-That gold must round engirt these brows of mine,
-Whose smile and frown, like to Achilles' spear,
-Is able with the change to kill and cure.
-Here is a hand to hold a sceptre up
-And with the same to act controlling laws.
-Give place: by heaven, thou shalt rule no more
-O'er him whom heaven created for thy ruler.
-
- -SOMERSET -
-O monstrous traitor! I arrest thee, York,
-Of capital treason 'gainst the king and crown;
-Obey, audacious traitor; kneel for grace.
-
- -YORK -
-Wouldst have me kneel? first let me ask of these,
-If they can brook I bow a knee to man.
-Sirrah, call in my sons to be my bail;
-

Exit Attendant

-I know, ere they will have me go to ward,
-They'll pawn their swords for my enfranchisement.
-
- -QUEEN MARGARET -
-Call hither Clifford! bid him come amain,
-To say if that the bastard boys of York
-Shall be the surety for their traitor father.
-

Exit BUCKINGHAM

-
- -YORK -
-O blood-besotted Neapolitan,
-Outcast of Naples, England's bloody scourge!
-The sons of York, thy betters in their birth,
-Shall be their father's bail; and bane to those
-That for my surety will refuse the boys!
-

Enter EDWARD and RICHARD

-See where they come: I'll warrant they'll
-make it good.
-

Enter CLIFFORD and YOUNG CLIFFORD

-
- -QUEEN MARGARET -
-And here comes Clifford to deny their bail.
-
- -CLIFFORD -
-Health and all happiness to my lord the king!
-

Kneels

-
- -YORK -
-I thank thee, Clifford: say, what news with thee?
-Nay, do not fright us with an angry look;
-We are thy sovereign, Clifford, kneel again;
-For thy mistaking so, we pardon thee.
-
- -CLIFFORD -
-This is my king, York, I do not mistake;
-But thou mistakest me much to think I do:
-To Bedlam with him! is the man grown mad?
-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-Ay, Clifford; a bedlam and ambitious humour
-Makes him oppose himself against his king.
-
- -CLIFFORD -
-He is a traitor; let him to the Tower,
-And chop away that factious pate of his.
-
- -QUEEN MARGARET -
-He is arrested, but will not obey;
-His sons, he says, shall give their words for him.
-
- -YORK -
-Will you not, sons?
-
- -EDWARD -
-Ay, noble father, if our words will serve.
-
- -RICHARD -
-And if words will not, then our weapons shall.
-
- -CLIFFORD -
-Why, what a brood of traitors have we here!
-
- -YORK -
-Look in a glass, and call thy image so:
-I am thy king, and thou a false-heart traitor.
-Call hither to the stake my two brave bears,
-That with the very shaking of their chains
-They may astonish these fell-lurking curs:
-Bid Salisbury and Warwick come to me.
-

Enter the WARWICK and SALISBURY

-
- -CLIFFORD -
-Are these thy bears? we'll bait thy bears to death.
-And manacle the bear-ward in their chains,
-If thou darest bring them to the baiting place.
-
- -RICHARD -
-Oft have I seen a hot o'erweening cur
-Run back and bite, because he was withheld;
-Who, being suffer'd with the bear's fell paw,
-Hath clapp'd his tail between his legs and cried:
-And such a piece of service will you do,
-If you oppose yourselves to match Lord Warwick.
-
- -CLIFFORD -
-Hence, heap of wrath, foul indigested lump,
-As crooked in thy manners as thy shape!
-
- -YORK -
-Nay, we shall heat you thoroughly anon.
-
- -CLIFFORD -
-Take heed, lest by your heat you burn yourselves.
-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-Why, Warwick, hath thy knee forgot to bow?
-Old Salisbury, shame to thy silver hair,
-Thou mad misleader of thy brain-sick son!
-What, wilt thou on thy death-bed play the ruffian,
-And seek for sorrow with thy spectacles?
-O, where is faith? O, where is loyalty?
-If it be banish'd from the frosty head,
-Where shall it find a harbour in the earth?
-Wilt thou go dig a grave to find out war,
-And shame thine honourable age with blood?
-Why art thou old, and want'st experience?
-Or wherefore dost abuse it, if thou hast it?
-For shame! in duty bend thy knee to me
-That bows unto the grave with mickle age.
-
- -SALISBURY -
-My lord, I have consider'd with myself
-The title of this most renowned duke;
-And in my conscience do repute his grace
-The rightful heir to England's royal seat.
-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-Hast thou not sworn allegiance unto me?
-
- -SALISBURY -
-I have.
-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-Canst thou dispense with heaven for such an oath?
-
- -SALISBURY -
-It is great sin to swear unto a sin,
-But greater sin to keep a sinful oath.
-Who can be bound by any solemn vow
-To do a murderous deed, to rob a man,
-To force a spotless virgin's chastity,
-To reave the orphan of his patrimony,
-To wring the widow from her custom'd right,
-And have no other reason for this wrong
-But that he was bound by a solemn oath?
-
- -QUEEN MARGARET -
-A subtle traitor needs no sophister.
-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-Call Buckingham, and bid him arm himself.
-
- -YORK -
-Call Buckingham, and all the friends thou hast,
-I am resolved for death or dignity.
-
- -CLIFFORD -
-The first I warrant thee, if dreams prove true.
-
- -WARWICK -
-You were best to go to bed and dream again,
-To keep thee from the tempest of the field.
-
- -CLIFFORD -
-I am resolved to bear a greater storm
-Than any thou canst conjure up to-day;
-And that I'll write upon thy burgonet,
-Might I but know thee by thy household badge.
-
- -WARWICK -
-Now, by my father's badge, old Nevil's crest,
-The rampant bear chain'd to the ragged staff,
-This day I'll wear aloft my burgonet,
-As on a mountain top the cedar shows
-That keeps his leaves in spite of any storm,
-Even to affright thee with the view thereof.
-
- -CLIFFORD -
-And from thy burgonet I'll rend thy bear
-And tread it under foot with all contempt,
-Despite the bear-ward that protects the bear.
-
- -YOUNG CLIFFORD -
-And so to arms, victorious father,
-To quell the rebels and their complices.
-
- -RICHARD -
-Fie! charity, for shame! speak not in spite,
-For you shall sup with Jesu Christ to-night.
-
- -YOUNG CLIFFORD -
-Foul stigmatic, that's more than thou canst tell.
-
- -RICHARD -
-If not in heaven, you'll surely sup in hell.
-

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-Alarums to the battle. Enter WARWICK -
- -WARWICK -
-Clifford of Cumberland, 'tis Warwick calls:
-And if thou dost not hide thee from the bear,
-Now, when the angry trumpet sounds alarum
-And dead men's cries do fill the empty air,
-Clifford, I say, come forth and fight with me:
-Proud northern lord, Clifford of Cumberland,
-Warwick is hoarse with calling thee to arms.
-

Enter YORK

-How now, my noble lord? what, all afoot?
-
- -YORK -
-The deadly-handed Clifford slew my steed,
-But match to match I have encounter'd him
-And made a prey for carrion kites and crows
-Even of the bonny beast he loved so well.
-

Enter CLIFFORD

-
- -WARWICK -
-Of one or both of us the time is come.
-
- -YORK -
-Hold, Warwick, seek thee out some other chase,
-For I myself must hunt this deer to death.
-
- -WARWICK -
-Then, nobly, York; 'tis for a crown thou fight'st.
-As I intend, Clifford, to thrive to-day,
-It grieves my soul to leave thee unassail'd.
-

Exit

-
- -CLIFFORD -
-What seest thou in me, York? why dost thou pause?
-
- -YORK -
-With thy brave bearing should I be in love,
-But that thou art so fast mine enemy.
-
- -CLIFFORD -
-Nor should thy prowess want praise and esteem,
-But that 'tis shown ignobly and in treason.
-
- -YORK -
-So let it help me now against thy sword
-As I in justice and true right express it.
-
- -CLIFFORD -
-My soul and body on the action both!
-
- -YORK -
-A dreadful lay! Address thee instantly.
-

They fight, and CLIFFORD falls

-
- -CLIFFORD -
-La fin couronne les oeuvres.
-

Dies

-
- -YORK -
-Thus war hath given thee peace, for thou art still.
-Peace with his soul, heaven, if it be thy will!
-

Exit

-

Enter YOUNG CLIFFORD

-
- -YOUNG CLIFFORD -
-Shame and confusion! all is on the rout;
-Fear frames disorder, and disorder wounds
-Where it should guard. O war, thou son of hell,
-Whom angry heavens do make their minister
-Throw in the frozen bosoms of our part
-Hot coals of vengeance! Let no soldier fly.
-He that is truly dedicate to war
-Hath no self-love, nor he that loves himself
-Hath not essentially but by circumstance
-The name of valour.
-

Seeing his dead father

-O, let the vile world end,
-And the premised flames of the last day
-Knit earth and heaven together!
-Now let the general trumpet blow his blast,
-Particularities and petty sounds
-To cease! Wast thou ordain'd, dear father,
-To lose thy youth in peace, and to achieve
-The silver livery of advised age,
-And, in thy reverence and thy chair-days, thus
-To die in ruffian battle? Even at this sight
-My heart is turn'd to stone: and while 'tis mine,
-It shall be stony. York not our old men spares;
-No more will I their babes: tears virginal
-Shall be to me even as the dew to fire,
-And beauty that the tyrant oft reclaims
-Shall to my flaming wrath be oil and flax.
-Henceforth I will not have to do with pity:
-Meet I an infant of the house of York,
-Into as many gobbets will I cut it
-As wild Medea young Absyrtus did:
-In cruelty will I seek out my fame.
-Come, thou new ruin of old Clifford's house:
-As did AEneas old Anchises bear,
-So bear I thee upon my manly shoulders;
-But then AEneas bare a living load,
-Nothing so heavy as these woes of mine.
-

Exit, bearing off his father

-

Enter RICHARD and SOMERSET to fight. SOMERSET is killed

-
- -RICHARD -
-So, lie thou there;
-For underneath an alehouse' paltry sign,
-The Castle in Saint Alban's, Somerset
-Hath made the wizard famous in his death.
-Sword, hold thy temper; heart, be wrathful still:
-Priests pray for enemies, but princes kill.
-

Exit

-

Fight: excursions. Enter KING HENRY VI, QUEEN MARGARET, and others

-
- -QUEEN MARGARET -
-Away, my lord! you are slow; for shame, away!
-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-Can we outrun the heavens? good Margaret, stay.
-
- -QUEEN MARGARET -
-What are you made of? you'll nor fight nor fly:
-Now is it manhood, wisdom and defence,
-To give the enemy way, and to secure us
-By what we can, which can no more but fly.
-

Alarum afar off

-If you be ta'en, we then should see the bottom
-Of all our fortunes: but if we haply scape,
-As well we may, if not through your neglect,
-We shall to London get, where you are loved
-And where this breach now in our fortunes made
-May readily be stopp'd.
-

Re-enter YOUNG CLIFFORD

-
- -YOUNG CLIFFORD -
-But that my heart's on future mischief set,
-I would speak blasphemy ere bid you fly:
-But fly you must; uncurable discomfit
-Reigns in the hearts of all our present parts.
-Away, for your relief! and we will live
-To see their day and them our fortune give:
-Away, my lord, away!
-

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-Alarum. Retreat. Enter YORK, RICHARD, WARWICK, and Soldiers, with drum and colours -
- -YORK -
-Of Salisbury, who can report of him,
-That winter lion, who in rage forgets
-Aged contusions and all brush of time,
-And, like a gallant in the brow of youth,
-Repairs him with occasion? This happy day
-Is not itself, nor have we won one foot,
-If Salisbury be lost.
-
- -RICHARD -
-My noble father,
-Three times to-day I holp him to his horse,
-Three times bestrid him; thrice I led him off,
-Persuaded him from any further act:
-But still, where danger was, still there I met him;
-And like rich hangings in a homely house,
-So was his will in his old feeble body.
-But, noble as he is, look where he comes.
-

Enter SALISBURY

-
- -SALISBURY -
-Now, by my sword, well hast thou fought to-day;
-By the mass, so did we all. I thank you, Richard:
-God knows how long it is I have to live;
-And it hath pleased him that three times to-day
-You have defended me from imminent death.
-Well, lords, we have not got that which we have:
-'Tis not enough our foes are this time fled,
-Being opposites of such repairing nature.
-
- -YORK -
-I know our safety is to follow them;
-For, as I hear, the king is fled to London,
-To call a present court of parliament.
-Let us pursue him ere the writs go forth.
-What says Lord Warwick? shall we after them?
-
- -WARWICK -
-After them! nay, before them, if we can.
-Now, by my faith, lords, 'twas a glorious day:
-Saint Alban's battle won by famous York
-Shall be eternized in all age to come.
-Sound drums and trumpets, and to London all:
-And more such days as these to us befall!
-

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-Act 1, Scene 1: London. The palace.
-Act 1, Scene 2: GLOUCESTER'S house.
-Act 1, Scene 3: The palace.
-Act 1, Scene 4: GLOUCESTER's garden.
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-Act 2, Scene 1: Saint Alban's.
-Act 2, Scene 2: London. YORK'S garden.
-Act 2, Scene 3: A hall of justice.
-Act 2, Scene 4: A street.
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-Act 3, Scene 1: The Abbey at Bury St. Edmund's.
-Act 3, Scene 2: Bury St. Edmund's. A room of state.
-Act 3, Scene 3: A bedchamber.
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-Act 4, Scene 1: The coast of Kent.
-Act 4, Scene 2: Blackheath.
-Act 4, Scene 3: Another part of Blackheath.
-Act 4, Scene 4: London. The palace.
-Act 4, Scene 5: London. The Tower.
-Act 4, Scene 6: London. Cannon Street.
-Act 4, Scene 7: London. Smithfield.
-Act 4, Scene 8: Southwark.
-Act 4, Scene 9: Kenilworth Castle.
-Act 4, Scene 10: Kent. IDEN's garden.
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-Act 5, Scene 1: Fields between Dartford and Blackheath.
-Act 5, Scene 2: Saint Alban's.
-Act 5, Scene 3: Fields near St. Alban's.
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ACT I

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SCENE I. London. The palace.

-

-Flourish of trumpets: then hautboys. Enter KING HENRY VI, GLOUCESTER, SALISBURY, WARWICK, and CARDINAL, on the one side; QUEEN MARGARET, SUFFOLK, YORK, SOMERSET, and BUCKINGHAM, on the other -
- -SUFFOLK -
-As by your high imperial majesty
-I had in charge at my depart for France,
-As procurator to your excellence,
-To marry Princess Margaret for your grace,
-So, in the famous ancient city, Tours,
-In presence of the Kings of France and Sicil,
-The Dukes of Orleans, Calaber, Bretagne and Alencon,
-Seven earls, twelve barons and twenty reverend bishops,
-I have perform'd my task and was espoused:
-And humbly now upon my bended knee,
-In sight of England and her lordly peers,
-Deliver up my title in the queen
-To your most gracious hands, that are the substance
-Of that great shadow I did represent;
-The happiest gift that ever marquess gave,
-The fairest queen that ever king received.
-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-Suffolk, arise. Welcome, Queen Margaret:
-I can express no kinder sign of love
-Than this kind kiss. O Lord, that lends me life,
-Lend me a heart replete with thankfulness!
-For thou hast given me in this beauteous face
-A world of earthly blessings to my soul,
-If sympathy of love unite our thoughts.
-
- -QUEEN MARGARET -
-Great King of England and my gracious lord,
-The mutual conference that my mind hath had,
-By day, by night, waking and in my dreams,
-In courtly company or at my beads,
-With you, mine alder-liefest sovereign,
-Makes me the bolder to salute my king
-With ruder terms, such as my wit affords
-And over-joy of heart doth minister.
-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-Her sight did ravish; but her grace in speech,
-Her words y-clad with wisdom's majesty,
-Makes me from wondering fall to weeping joys;
-Such is the fulness of my heart's content.
-Lords, with one cheerful voice welcome my love.
-
- -ALL -
-[Kneeling] Long live Queen Margaret, England's
-happiness!
-
- -QUEEN MARGARET -
-We thank you all.
-

Flourish

-
- -SUFFOLK -
-My lord protector, so it please your grace,
-Here are the articles of contracted peace
-Between our sovereign and the French king Charles,
-For eighteen months concluded by consent.
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-[Reads] 'Imprimis, it is agreed between the French
-king Charles, and William de la Pole, Marquess of
-Suffolk, ambassador for Henry King of England, that
-the said Henry shall espouse the Lady Margaret,
-daughter unto Reignier King of Naples, Sicilia and
-Jerusalem, and crown her Queen of England ere the
-thirtieth of May next ensuing. Item, that the duchy
-of Anjou and the county of Maine shall be released
-and delivered to the king her father'--
-

Lets the paper fall

-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-Uncle, how now!
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
- Pardon me, gracious lord;
-Some sudden qualm hath struck me at the heart
-And dimm'd mine eyes, that I can read no further.
-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-Uncle of Winchester, I pray, read on.
-
- -CARDINAL -
-[Reads] 'Item, It is further agreed between them,
-that the duchies of Anjou and Maine shall be
-released and delivered over to the king her father,
-and she sent over of the King of England's own
-proper cost and charges, without having any dowry.'
-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-They please us well. Lord marquess, kneel down:
-We here create thee the first duke of Suffolk,
-And gird thee with the sword. Cousin of York,
-We here discharge your grace from being regent
-I' the parts of France, till term of eighteen months
-Be full expired. Thanks, uncle Winchester,
-Gloucester, York, Buckingham, Somerset,
-Salisbury, and Warwick;
-We thank you all for the great favour done,
-In entertainment to my princely queen.
-Come, let us in, and with all speed provide
-To see her coronation be perform'd.
-

Exeunt KING HENRY VI, QUEEN MARGARET, and SUFFOLK

-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-Brave peers of England, pillars of the state,
-To you Duke Humphrey must unload his grief,
-Your grief, the common grief of all the land.
-What! did my brother Henry spend his youth,
-His valour, coin and people, in the wars?
-Did he so often lodge in open field,
-In winter's cold and summer's parching heat,
-To conquer France, his true inheritance?
-And did my brother Bedford toil his wits,
-To keep by policy what Henry got?
-Have you yourselves, Somerset, Buckingham,
-Brave York, Salisbury, and victorious Warwick,
-Received deep scars in France and Normandy?
-Or hath mine uncle Beaufort and myself,
-With all the learned council of the realm,
-Studied so long, sat in the council-house
-Early and late, debating to and fro
-How France and Frenchmen might be kept in awe,
-And had his highness in his infancy
-Crowned in Paris in despite of foes?
-And shall these labours and these honours die?
-Shall Henry's conquest, Bedford's vigilance,
-Your deeds of war and all our counsel die?
-O peers of England, shameful is this league!
-Fatal this marriage, cancelling your fame,
-Blotting your names from books of memory,
-Razing the characters of your renown,
-Defacing monuments of conquer'd France,
-Undoing all, as all had never been!
-
- -CARDINAL -
-Nephew, what means this passionate discourse,
-This peroration with such circumstance?
-For France, 'tis ours; and we will keep it still.
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-Ay, uncle, we will keep it, if we can;
-But now it is impossible we should:
-Suffolk, the new-made duke that rules the roast,
-Hath given the duchy of Anjou and Maine
-Unto the poor King Reignier, whose large style
-Agrees not with the leanness of his purse.
-
- -SALISBURY -
-Now, by the death of Him that died for all,
-These counties were the keys of Normandy.
-But wherefore weeps Warwick, my valiant son?
-
- -WARWICK -
-For grief that they are past recovery:
-For, were there hope to conquer them again,
-My sword should shed hot blood, mine eyes no tears.
-Anjou and Maine! myself did win them both;
-Those provinces these arms of mine did conquer:
-And are the cities, that I got with wounds,
-Delivered up again with peaceful words?
-Mort Dieu!
-
- -YORK -
-For Suffolk's duke, may he be suffocate,
-That dims the honour of this warlike isle!
-France should have torn and rent my very heart,
-Before I would have yielded to this league.
-I never read but England's kings have had
-Large sums of gold and dowries with their wives:
-And our King Henry gives away his own,
-To match with her that brings no vantages.
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-A proper jest, and never heard before,
-That Suffolk should demand a whole fifteenth
-For costs and charges in transporting her!
-She should have stayed in France and starved
-in France, Before--
-
- -CARDINAL -
-My Lord of Gloucester, now ye grow too hot:
-It was the pleasure of my lord the King.
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-My Lord of Winchester, I know your mind;
-'Tis not my speeches that you do mislike,
-But 'tis my presence that doth trouble ye.
-Rancour will out: proud prelate, in thy face
-I see thy fury: if I longer stay,
-We shall begin our ancient bickerings.
-Lordings, farewell; and say, when I am gone,
-I prophesied France will be lost ere long.
-

Exit

-
- -CARDINAL -
-So, there goes our protector in a rage.
-'Tis known to you he is mine enemy,
-Nay, more, an enemy unto you all,
-And no great friend, I fear me, to the king.
-Consider, lords, he is the next of blood,
-And heir apparent to the English crown:
-Had Henry got an empire by his marriage,
-And all the wealthy kingdoms of the west,
-There's reason he should be displeased at it.
-Look to it, lords! let not his smoothing words
-Bewitch your hearts; be wise and circumspect.
-What though the common people favour him,
-Calling him 'Humphrey, the good Duke of
-Gloucester,'
-Clapping their hands, and crying with loud voice,
-'Jesu maintain your royal excellence!'
-With 'God preserve the good Duke Humphrey!'
-I fear me, lords, for all this flattering gloss,
-He will be found a dangerous protector.
-
- -BUCKINGHAM -
-Why should he, then, protect our sovereign,
-He being of age to govern of himself?
-Cousin of Somerset, join you with me,
-And all together, with the Duke of Suffolk,
-We'll quickly hoise Duke Humphrey from his seat.
-
- -CARDINAL -
-This weighty business will not brook delay:
-I'll to the Duke of Suffolk presently.
-

Exit

-
- -SOMERSET -
-Cousin of Buckingham, though Humphrey's pride
-And greatness of his place be grief to us,
-Yet let us watch the haughty cardinal:
-His insolence is more intolerable
-Than all the princes in the land beside:
-If Gloucester be displaced, he'll be protector.
-
- -BUCKINGHAM -
-Or thou or I, Somerset, will be protector,
-Despite Duke Humphrey or the cardinal.
-

Exeunt BUCKINGHAM and SOMERSET

-
- -SALISBURY -
-Pride went before, ambition follows him.
-While these do labour for their own preferment,
-Behoves it us to labour for the realm.
-I never saw but Humphrey Duke of Gloucester
-Did bear him like a noble gentleman.
-Oft have I seen the haughty cardinal,
-More like a soldier than a man o' the church,
-As stout and proud as he were lord of all,
-Swear like a ruffian and demean himself
-Unlike the ruler of a commonweal.
-Warwick, my son, the comfort of my age,
-Thy deeds, thy plainness and thy housekeeping,
-Hath won the greatest favour of the commons,
-Excepting none but good Duke Humphrey:
-And, brother York, thy acts in Ireland,
-In bringing them to civil discipline,
-Thy late exploits done in the heart of France,
-When thou wert regent for our sovereign,
-Have made thee fear'd and honour'd of the people:
-Join we together, for the public good,
-In what we can, to bridle and suppress
-The pride of Suffolk and the cardinal,
-With Somerset's and Buckingham's ambition;
-And, as we may, cherish Duke Humphrey's deeds,
-While they do tend the profit of the land.
-
- -WARWICK -
-So God help Warwick, as he loves the land,
-And common profit of his country!
-
- -YORK -
-[Aside] And so says York, for he hath greatest cause.
-
- -SALISBURY -
-Then let's make haste away, and look unto the main.
-
- -WARWICK -
-Unto the main! O father, Maine is lost;
-That Maine which by main force Warwick did win,
-And would have kept so long as breath did last!
-Main chance, father, you meant; but I meant Maine,
-Which I will win from France, or else be slain,
-

Exeunt WARWICK and SALISBURY

-
- -YORK -
-Anjou and Maine are given to the French;
-Paris is lost; the state of Normandy
-Stands on a tickle point, now they are gone:
-Suffolk concluded on the articles,
-The peers agreed, and Henry was well pleased
-To change two dukedoms for a duke's fair daughter.
-I cannot blame them all: what is't to them?
-'Tis thine they give away, and not their own.
-Pirates may make cheap pennyworths of their pillage
-And purchase friends and give to courtezans,
-Still revelling like lords till all be gone;
-While as the silly owner of the goods
-Weeps over them and wrings his hapless hands
-And shakes his head and trembling stands aloof,
-While all is shared and all is borne away,
-Ready to starve and dare not touch his own:
-So York must sit and fret and bite his tongue,
-While his own lands are bargain'd for and sold.
-Methinks the realms of England, France and Ireland
-Bear that proportion to my flesh and blood
-As did the fatal brand Althaea burn'd
-Unto the prince's heart of Calydon.
-Anjou and Maine both given unto the French!
-Cold news for me, for I had hope of France,
-Even as I have of fertile England's soil.
-A day will come when York shall claim his own;
-And therefore I will take the Nevils' parts
-And make a show of love to proud Duke Humphrey,
-And, when I spy advantage, claim the crown,
-For that's the golden mark I seek to hit:
-Nor shall proud Lancaster usurp my right,
-Nor hold the sceptre in his childish fist,
-Nor wear the diadem upon his head,
-Whose church-like humours fits not for a crown.
-Then, York, be still awhile, till time do serve:
-Watch thou and wake when others be asleep,
-To pry into the secrets of the state;
-Till Henry, surfeiting in joys of love,
-With his new bride and England's dear-bought queen,
-And Humphrey with the peers be fall'n at jars:
-Then will I raise aloft the milk-white rose,
-With whose sweet smell the air shall be perfumed;
-And in my standard bear the arms of York
-To grapple with the house of Lancaster;
-And, force perforce, I'll make him yield the crown,
-Whose bookish rule hath pull'd fair England down.
-

Exit

-
-

SCENE II. GLOUCESTER'S house.

-

-Enter GLOUCESTER and his DUCHESS -
- -DUCHESS -
-Why droops my lord, like over-ripen'd corn,
-Hanging the head at Ceres' plenteous load?
-Why doth the great Duke Humphrey knit his brows,
-As frowning at the favours of the world?
-Why are thine eyes fixed to the sullen earth,
-Gazing on that which seems to dim thy sight?
-What seest thou there? King Henry's diadem,
-Enchased with all the honours of the world?
-If so, gaze on, and grovel on thy face,
-Until thy head be circled with the same.
-Put forth thy hand, reach at the glorious gold.
-What, is't too short? I'll lengthen it with mine:
-And, having both together heaved it up,
-We'll both together lift our heads to heaven,
-And never more abase our sight so low
-As to vouchsafe one glance unto the ground.
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-O Nell, sweet Nell, if thou dost love thy lord,
-Banish the canker of ambitious thoughts.
-And may that thought, when I imagine ill
-Against my king and nephew, virtuous Henry,
-Be my last breathing in this mortal world!
-My troublous dream this night doth make me sad.
-
- -DUCHESS -
-What dream'd my lord? tell me, and I'll requite it
-With sweet rehearsal of my morning's dream.
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-Methought this staff, mine office-badge in court,
-Was broke in twain; by whom I have forgot,
-But, as I think, it was by the cardinal;
-And on the pieces of the broken wand
-Were placed the heads of Edmund Duke of Somerset,
-And William de la Pole, first duke of Suffolk.
-This was my dream: what it doth bode, God knows.
-
- -DUCHESS -
-Tut, this was nothing but an argument
-That he that breaks a stick of Gloucester's grove
-Shall lose his head for his presumption.
-But list to me, my Humphrey, my sweet duke:
-Methought I sat in seat of majesty
-In the cathedral church of Westminster,
-And in that chair where kings and queens are crown'd;
-Where Henry and dame Margaret kneel'd to me
-And on my head did set the diadem.
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-Nay, Eleanor, then must I chide outright:
-Presumptuous dame, ill-nurtured Eleanor,
-Art thou not second woman in the realm,
-And the protector's wife, beloved of him?
-Hast thou not worldly pleasure at command,
-Above the reach or compass of thy thought?
-And wilt thou still be hammering treachery,
-To tumble down thy husband and thyself
-From top of honour to disgrace's feet?
-Away from me, and let me hear no more!
-
- -DUCHESS -
-What, what, my lord! are you so choleric
-With Eleanor, for telling but her dream?
-Next time I'll keep my dreams unto myself,
-And not be cheque'd.
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-Nay, be not angry; I am pleased again.
-

Enter Messenger

-
- -Messenger -
-My lord protector, 'tis his highness' pleasure
-You do prepare to ride unto Saint Alban's,
-Where as the king and queen do mean to hawk.
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-I go. Come, Nell, thou wilt ride with us?
-
- -DUCHESS -
-Yes, my good lord, I'll follow presently.
-

Exeunt GLOUCESTER and Messenger

-Follow I must; I cannot go before,
-While Gloucester bears this base and humble mind.
-Were I a man, a duke, and next of blood,
-I would remove these tedious stumbling-blocks
-And smooth my way upon their headless necks;
-And, being a woman, I will not be slack
-To play my part in Fortune's pageant.
-Where are you there? Sir John! nay, fear not, man,
-We are alone; here's none but thee and I.
-

Enter HUME

-
- -HUME -
-Jesus preserve your royal majesty!
-
- -DUCHESS -
-What say'st thou? majesty! I am but grace.
-
- -HUME -
-But, by the grace of God, and Hume's advice,
-Your grace's title shall be multiplied.
-
- -DUCHESS -
-What say'st thou, man? hast thou as yet conferr'd
-With Margery Jourdain, the cunning witch,
-With Roger Bolingbroke, the conjurer?
-And will they undertake to do me good?
-
- -HUME -
-This they have promised, to show your highness
-A spirit raised from depth of under-ground,
-That shall make answer to such questions
-As by your grace shall be propounded him.
-
- -DUCHESS -
-It is enough; I'll think upon the questions:
-When from St. Alban's we do make return,
-We'll see these things effected to the full.
-Here, Hume, take this reward; make merry, man,
-With thy confederates in this weighty cause.
-

Exit

-
- -HUME -
-Hume must make merry with the duchess' gold;
-Marry, and shall. But how now, Sir John Hume!
-Seal up your lips, and give no words but mum:
-The business asketh silent secrecy.
-Dame Eleanor gives gold to bring the witch:
-Gold cannot come amiss, were she a devil.
-Yet have I gold flies from another coast;
-I dare not say, from the rich cardinal
-And from the great and new-made Duke of Suffolk,
-Yet I do find it so; for to be plain,
-They, knowing Dame Eleanor's aspiring humour,
-Have hired me to undermine the duchess
-And buz these conjurations in her brain.
-They say 'A crafty knave does need no broker;'
-Yet am I Suffolk and the cardinal's broker.
-Hume, if you take not heed, you shall go near
-To call them both a pair of crafty knaves.
-Well, so it stands; and thus, I fear, at last
-Hume's knavery will be the duchess' wreck,
-And her attainture will be Humphrey's fall:
-Sort how it will, I shall have gold for all.
-

Exit

-
-

SCENE III. The palace.

-

-Enter three or four Petitioners, PETER, the Armourer's man, being one -
- -First Petitioner -
-My masters, let's stand close: my lord protector
-will come this way by and by, and then we may deliver
-our supplications in the quill.
-
- -Second Petitioner -
-Marry, the Lord protect him, for he's a good man!
-Jesu bless him!
-

Enter SUFFOLK and QUEEN MARGARET

-
- -PETER -
-Here a' comes, methinks, and the queen with him.
-I'll be the first, sure.
-
- -Second Petitioner -
-Come back, fool; this is the Duke of Suffolk, and
-not my lord protector.
-
- -SUFFOLK -
-How now, fellow! would'st anything with me?
-
- -First Petitioner -
-I pray, my lord, pardon me; I took ye for my lord
-protector.
-
- -QUEEN MARGARET -
-[Reading] 'To my Lord Protector!' Are your
-supplications to his lordship? Let me see them:
-what is thine?
-
- -First Petitioner -
-Mine is, an't please your grace, against John
-Goodman, my lord cardinal's man, for keeping my
-house, and lands, and wife and all, from me.
-
- -SUFFOLK -
-Thy wife, too! that's some wrong, indeed. What's
-yours? What's here!
-

Reads

-'Against the Duke of Suffolk, for enclosing the
-commons of Melford.' How now, sir knave!
-
- -Second Petitioner -
-Alas, sir, I am but a poor petitioner of our whole township.
-
- -PETER -
-[Giving his petition] Against my master, Thomas
-Horner, for saying that the Duke of York was rightful
-heir to the crown.
-
- -QUEEN MARGARET -
-What sayst thou? did the Duke of York say he was
-rightful heir to the crown?
-
- -PETER -
-That my master was? no, forsooth: my master said
-that he was, and that the king was an usurper.
-
- -SUFFOLK -
-Who is there?
-

Enter Servant

-Take this fellow in, and send for
-his master with a pursuivant presently: we'll hear
-more of your matter before the King.
-

Exit Servant with PETER

-
- -QUEEN MARGARET -
-And as for you, that love to be protected
-Under the wings of our protector's grace,
-Begin your suits anew, and sue to him.
-

Tears the supplication

-Away, base cullions! Suffolk, let them go.
-
- -ALL -
-Come, let's be gone.
-

Exeunt

-
- -QUEEN MARGARET -
-My Lord of Suffolk, say, is this the guise,
-Is this the fashion in the court of England?
-Is this the government of Britain's isle,
-And this the royalty of Albion's king?
-What shall King Henry be a pupil still
-Under the surly Gloucester's governance?
-Am I a queen in title and in style,
-And must be made a subject to a duke?
-I tell thee, Pole, when in the city Tours
-Thou ran'st a tilt in honour of my love
-And stolest away the ladies' hearts of France,
-I thought King Henry had resembled thee
-In courage, courtship and proportion:
-But all his mind is bent to holiness,
-To number Ave-Maries on his beads;
-His champions are the prophets and apostles,
-His weapons holy saws of sacred writ,
-His study is his tilt-yard, and his loves
-Are brazen images of canonized saints.
-I would the college of the cardinals
-Would choose him pope, and carry him to Rome,
-And set the triple crown upon his head:
-That were a state fit for his holiness.
-
- -SUFFOLK -
-Madam, be patient: as I was cause
-Your highness came to England, so will I
-In England work your grace's full content.
-
- -QUEEN MARGARET -
-Beside the haughty protector, have we Beaufort,
-The imperious churchman, Somerset, Buckingham,
-And grumbling York: and not the least of these
-But can do more in England than the king.
-
- -SUFFOLK -
-And he of these that can do most of all
-Cannot do more in England than the Nevils:
-Salisbury and Warwick are no simple peers.
-
- -QUEEN MARGARET -
-Not all these lords do vex me half so much
-As that proud dame, the lord protector's wife.
-She sweeps it through the court with troops of ladies,
-More like an empress than Duke Humphrey's wife:
-Strangers in court do take her for the queen:
-She bears a duke's revenues on her back,
-And in her heart she scorns our poverty:
-Shall I not live to be avenged on her?
-Contemptuous base-born callet as she is,
-She vaunted 'mongst her minions t'other day,
-The very train of her worst wearing gown
-Was better worth than all my father's lands,
-Till Suffolk gave two dukedoms for his daughter.
-
- -SUFFOLK -
-Madam, myself have limed a bush for her,
-And placed a quire of such enticing birds,
-That she will light to listen to the lays,
-And never mount to trouble you again.
-So, let her rest: and, madam, list to me;
-For I am bold to counsel you in this.
-Although we fancy not the cardinal,
-Yet must we join with him and with the lords,
-Till we have brought Duke Humphrey in disgrace.
-As for the Duke of York, this late complaint
-Will make but little for his benefit.
-So, one by one, we'll weed them all at last,
-And you yourself shall steer the happy helm.
-

Sound a sennet. Enter KING HENRY VI, GLOUCESTER, CARDINAL, BUCKINGHAM, YORK, SOMERSET, SALISBURY, WARWICK, and the DUCHESS

-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-For my part, noble lords, I care not which;
-Or Somerset or York, all's one to me.
-
- -YORK -
-If York have ill demean'd himself in France,
-Then let him be denay'd the regentship.
-
- -SOMERSET -
-If Somerset be unworthy of the place,
-Let York be regent; I will yield to him.
-
- -WARWICK -
-Whether your grace be worthy, yea or no,
-Dispute not that: York is the worthier.
-
- -CARDINAL -
-Ambitious Warwick, let thy betters speak.
-
- -WARWICK -
-The cardinal's not my better in the field.
-
- -BUCKINGHAM -
-All in this presence are thy betters, Warwick.
-
- -WARWICK -
-Warwick may live to be the best of all.
-
- -SALISBURY -
-Peace, son! and show some reason, Buckingham,
-Why Somerset should be preferred in this.
-
- -QUEEN MARGARET -
-Because the king, forsooth, will have it so.
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-Madam, the king is old enough himself
-To give his censure: these are no women's matters.
-
- -QUEEN MARGARET -
-If he be old enough, what needs your grace
-To be protector of his excellence?
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-Madam, I am protector of the realm;
-And, at his pleasure, will resign my place.
-
- -SUFFOLK -
-Resign it then and leave thine insolence.
-Since thou wert king--as who is king but thou?--
-The commonwealth hath daily run to wreck;
-The Dauphin hath prevail'd beyond the seas;
-And all the peers and nobles of the realm
-Have been as bondmen to thy sovereignty.
-
- -CARDINAL -
-The commons hast thou rack'd; the clergy's bags
-Are lank and lean with thy extortions.
-
- -SOMERSET -
-Thy sumptuous buildings and thy wife's attire
-Have cost a mass of public treasury.
-
- -BUCKINGHAM -
-Thy cruelty in execution
-Upon offenders, hath exceeded law,
-And left thee to the mercy of the law.
-
- -QUEEN MARGARET -
-They sale of offices and towns in France,
-If they were known, as the suspect is great,
-Would make thee quickly hop without thy head.
-

Exit GLOUCESTER. QUEEN MARGARET drops her fan

-Give me my fan: what, minion! can ye not?
-

She gives the DUCHESS a box on the ear

-I cry you mercy, madam; was it you?
-
- -DUCHESS -
-Was't I! yea, I it was, proud Frenchwoman:
-Could I come near your beauty with my nails,
-I'd set my ten commandments in your face.
-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-Sweet aunt, be quiet; 'twas against her will.
-
- -DUCHESS -
-Against her will! good king, look to't in time;
-She'll hamper thee, and dandle thee like a baby:
-Though in this place most master wear no breeches,
-She shall not strike Dame Eleanor unrevenged.
-

Exit

-
- -BUCKINGHAM -
-Lord cardinal, I will follow Eleanor,
-And listen after Humphrey, how he proceeds:
-She's tickled now; her fume needs no spurs,
-She'll gallop far enough to her destruction.
-

Exit

-

Re-enter GLOUCESTER

-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-Now, lords, my choler being over-blown
-With walking once about the quadrangle,
-I come to talk of commonwealth affairs.
-As for your spiteful false objections,
-Prove them, and I lie open to the law:
-But God in mercy so deal with my soul,
-As I in duty love my king and country!
-But, to the matter that we have in hand:
-I say, my sovereign, York is meetest man
-To be your regent in the realm of France.
-
- -SUFFOLK -
-Before we make election, give me leave
-To show some reason, of no little force,
-That York is most unmeet of any man.
-
- -YORK -
-I'll tell thee, Suffolk, why I am unmeet:
-First, for I cannot flatter thee in pride;
-Next, if I be appointed for the place,
-My Lord of Somerset will keep me here,
-Without discharge, money, or furniture,
-Till France be won into the Dauphin's hands:
-Last time, I danced attendance on his will
-Till Paris was besieged, famish'd, and lost.
-
- -WARWICK -
-That can I witness; and a fouler fact
-Did never traitor in the land commit.
-
- -SUFFOLK -
-Peace, headstrong Warwick!
-
- -WARWICK -
-Image of pride, why should I hold my peace?
-

Enter HORNER, the Armourer, and his man PETER, guarded

-
- -SUFFOLK -
-Because here is a man accused of treason:
-Pray God the Duke of York excuse himself!
-
- -YORK -
-Doth any one accuse York for a traitor?
-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-What mean'st thou, Suffolk; tell me, what are these?
-
- -SUFFOLK -
-Please it your majesty, this is the man
-That doth accuse his master of high treason:
-His words were these: that Richard, Duke of York,
-Was rightful heir unto the English crown
-And that your majesty was a usurper.
-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-Say, man, were these thy words?
-
- -HORNER -
-An't shall please your majesty, I never said nor
-thought any such matter: God is my witness, I am
-falsely accused by the villain.
-
- -PETER -
-By these ten bones, my lords, he did speak them to
-me in the garret one night, as we were scouring my
-Lord of York's armour.
-
- -YORK -
-Base dunghill villain and mechanical,
-I'll have thy head for this thy traitor's speech.
-I do beseech your royal majesty,
-Let him have all the rigor of the law.
-
- -HORNER -
-Alas, my lord, hang me, if ever I spake the words.
-My accuser is my 'prentice; and when I did correct
-him for his fault the other day, he did vow upon his
-knees he would be even with me: I have good
-witness of this: therefore I beseech your majesty,
-do not cast away an honest man for a villain's
-accusation.
-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-Uncle, what shall we say to this in law?
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-This doom, my lord, if I may judge:
-Let Somerset be regent over the French,
-Because in York this breeds suspicion:
-And let these have a day appointed them
-For single combat in convenient place,
-For he hath witness of his servant's malice:
-This is the law, and this Duke Humphrey's doom.
-
- -SOMERSET -
-I humbly thank your royal majesty.
-
- -HORNER -
-And I accept the combat willingly.
-
- -PETER -
-Alas, my lord, I cannot fight; for God's sake, pity
-my case. The spite of man prevaileth against me. O
-Lord, have mercy upon me! I shall never be able to
-fight a blow. O Lord, my heart!
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-Sirrah, or you must fight, or else be hang'd.
-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-Away with them to prison; and the day of combat
-shall be the last of the next month. Come,
-Somerset, we'll see thee sent away.
-

Flourish. Exeunt

-
-

SCENE IV. GLOUCESTER's garden.

-

-Enter MARGARET JOURDAIN, HUME, SOUTHWELL, and BOLINGBROKE -
- -HUME -
-Come, my masters; the duchess, I tell you, expects
-performance of your promises.
-
- -BOLINGBROKE -
-Master Hume, we are therefore provided: will her
-ladyship behold and hear our exorcisms?
-
- -HUME -
-Ay, what else? fear you not her courage.
-
- -BOLINGBROKE -
-I have heard her reported to be a woman of an
-invincible spirit: but it shall be convenient,
-Master Hume, that you be by her aloft, while we be
-busy below; and so, I pray you, go, in God's name,
-and leave us.
-

Exit HUME

-Mother Jourdain, be you
-prostrate and grovel on the earth; John Southwell,
-read you; and let us to our work.
-

Enter the DUCHESS aloft, HUME following

-
- -DUCHESS -
-Well said, my masters; and welcome all. To this
-gear the sooner the better.
-
- -BOLINGBROKE -
-Patience, good lady; wizards know their times:
-Deep night, dark night, the silent of the night,
-The time of night when Troy was set on fire;
-The time when screech-owls cry and ban-dogs howl,
-And spirits walk and ghosts break up their graves,
-That time best fits the work we have in hand.
-Madam, sit you and fear not: whom we raise,
-We will make fast within a hallow'd verge.
-

Here they do the ceremonies belonging, and make the circle; BOLINGBROKE or SOUTHWELL reads, Conjuro te, & c. It thunders and lightens terribly; then the Spirit riseth

-
- -Spirit -
-Adsum.
-
- -MARGARET JOURDAIN -
-Asmath,
-By the eternal God, whose name and power
-Thou tremblest at, answer that I shall ask;
-For, till thou speak, thou shalt not pass from hence.
-
- -Spirit -
-Ask what thou wilt. That I had said and done!
-
- -BOLINGBROKE -
-'First of the king: what shall of him become?'
-

Reading out of a paper

-
- -Spirit -
-The duke yet lives that Henry shall depose;
-But him outlive, and die a violent death.
-

As the Spirit speaks, SOUTHWELL writes the answer

-
- -BOLINGBROKE -
-'What fates await the Duke of Suffolk?'
-
- -Spirit -
-By water shall he die, and take his end.
-
- -BOLINGBROKE -
-'What shall befall the Duke of Somerset?'
-
- -Spirit -
-Let him shun castles;
-Safer shall he be upon the sandy plains
-Than where castles mounted stand.
-Have done, for more I hardly can endure.
-
- -BOLINGBROKE -
-Descend to darkness and the burning lake!
-False fiend, avoid!
-

Thunder and lightning. Exit Spirit

-

Enter YORK and BUCKINGHAM with their Guard and break in

-
- -YORK -
-Lay hands upon these traitors and their trash.
-Beldam, I think we watch'd you at an inch.
-What, madam, are you there? the king and commonweal
-Are deeply indebted for this piece of pains:
-My lord protector will, I doubt it not,
-See you well guerdon'd for these good deserts.
-
- -DUCHESS -
-Not half so bad as thine to England's king,
-Injurious duke, that threatest where's no cause.
-
- -BUCKINGHAM -
-True, madam, none at all: what call you this?
-Away with them! let them be clapp'd up close.
-And kept asunder. You, madam, shall with us.
-Stafford, take her to thee.
-

Exeunt above DUCHESS and HUME, guarded

-We'll see your trinkets here all forthcoming.
-All, away!
-

Exeunt guard with MARGARET JOURDAIN, SOUTHWELL, & c

-
- -YORK -
-Lord Buckingham, methinks, you watch'd her well:
-A pretty plot, well chosen to build upon!
-Now, pray, my lord, let's see the devil's writ.
-What have we here?
-

Reads

-'The duke yet lives, that Henry shall depose;
-But him outlive, and die a violent death.'
-Why, this is just
-'Aio te, AEacida, Romanos vincere posse.'
-Well, to the rest:
-'Tell me what fate awaits the Duke of Suffolk?
-By water shall he die, and take his end.
-What shall betide the Duke of Somerset?
-Let him shun castles;
-Safer shall he be upon the sandy plains
-Than where castles mounted stand.'
-Come, come, my lords;
-These oracles are hardly attain'd,
-And hardly understood.
-The king is now in progress towards Saint Alban's,
-With him the husband of this lovely lady:
-Thither go these news, as fast as horse can
-carry them:
-A sorry breakfast for my lord protector.
-
- -BUCKINGHAM -
-Your grace shall give me leave, my Lord of York,
-To be the post, in hope of his reward.
-
- -YORK -
-At your pleasure, my good lord. Who's within
-there, ho!
-

Enter a Servingman

-Invite my Lords of Salisbury and Warwick
-To sup with me to-morrow night. Away!
-

Exeunt

-

-

ACT II

-

SCENE I. Saint Alban's.

-

-Enter KING HENRY VI, QUEEN MARGARET, GLOUCESTER, CARDINAL, and SUFFOLK, with Falconers halloing -
- -QUEEN MARGARET -
-Believe me, lords, for flying at the brook,
-I saw not better sport these seven years' day:
-Yet, by your leave, the wind was very high;
-And, ten to one, old Joan had not gone out.
-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-But what a point, my lord, your falcon made,
-And what a pitch she flew above the rest!
-To see how God in all his creatures works!
-Yea, man and birds are fain of climbing high.
-
- -SUFFOLK -
-No marvel, an it like your majesty,
-My lord protector's hawks do tower so well;
-They know their master loves to be aloft,
-And bears his thoughts above his falcon's pitch.
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-My lord, 'tis but a base ignoble mind
-That mounts no higher than a bird can soar.
-
- -CARDINAL -
-I thought as much; he would be above the clouds.
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-Ay, my lord cardinal? how think you by that?
-Were it not good your grace could fly to heaven?
-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-The treasury of everlasting joy.
-
- -CARDINAL -
-Thy heaven is on earth; thine eyes and thoughts
-Beat on a crown, the treasure of thy heart;
-Pernicious protector, dangerous peer,
-That smooth'st it so with king and commonweal!
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-What, cardinal, is your priesthood grown peremptory?
-Tantaene animis coelestibus irae?
-Churchmen so hot? good uncle, hide such malice;
-With such holiness can you do it?
-
- -SUFFOLK -
-No malice, sir; no more than well becomes
-So good a quarrel and so bad a peer.
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-As who, my lord?
-
- -SUFFOLK -
- Why, as you, my lord,
-An't like your lordly lord-protectorship.
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-Why, Suffolk, England knows thine insolence.
-
- -QUEEN MARGARET -
-And thy ambition, Gloucester.
-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-I prithee, peace, good queen,
-And whet not on these furious peers;
-For blessed are the peacemakers on earth.
-
- -CARDINAL -
-Let me be blessed for the peace I make,
-Against this proud protector, with my sword!
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-[Aside to CARDINAL] Faith, holy uncle, would
-'twere come to that!
-
- -CARDINAL -
-[Aside to GLOUCESTER] Marry, when thou darest.
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-[Aside to CARDINAL] Make up no factious
-numbers for the matter;
-In thine own person answer thy abuse.
-
- -CARDINAL -
-[Aside to GLOUCESTER] Ay, where thou darest
-not peep: an if thou darest,
-This evening, on the east side of the grove.
-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-How now, my lords!
-
- -CARDINAL -
- Believe me, cousin Gloucester,
-Had not your man put up the fowl so suddenly,
-We had had more sport.
-

Aside to GLOUCESTER

-Come with thy two-hand sword.
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-True, uncle.
-
- -CARDINAL -
-[Aside to GLOUCESTER] Are ye advised? the
-east side of the grove?
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-[Aside to CARDINAL] Cardinal, I am with you.
-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-Why, how now, uncle Gloucester!
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-Talking of hawking; nothing else, my lord.
-

Aside to CARDINAL

-Now, by God's mother, priest, I'll shave your crown for this,
-Or all my fence shall fail.
-
- -CARDINAL -
-[Aside to GLOUCESTER] Medice, teipsum--
-Protector, see to't well, protect yourself.
-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-The winds grow high; so do your stomachs, lords.
-How irksome is this music to my heart!
-When such strings jar, what hope of harmony?
-I pray, my lords, let me compound this strife.
-

Enter a Townsman of Saint Alban's, crying 'A miracle!'

-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-What means this noise?
-Fellow, what miracle dost thou proclaim?
-
- -Townsman -
-A miracle! a miracle!
-
- -SUFFOLK -
-Come to the king and tell him what miracle.
-
- -Townsman -
-Forsooth, a blind man at Saint Alban's shrine,
-Within this half-hour, hath received his sight;
-A man that ne'er saw in his life before.
-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-Now, God be praised, that to believing souls
-Gives light in darkness, comfort in despair!
-

Enter the Mayor of Saint Alban's and his brethren, bearing SIMPCOX, between two in a chair, SIMPCOX's Wife following

-
- -CARDINAL -
-Here comes the townsmen on procession,
-To present your highness with the man.
-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-Great is his comfort in this earthly vale,
-Although by his sight his sin be multiplied.
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-Stand by, my masters: bring him near the king;
-His highness' pleasure is to talk with him.
-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-Good fellow, tell us here the circumstance,
-That we for thee may glorify the Lord.
-What, hast thou been long blind and now restored?
-
- -SIMPCOX -
-Born blind, an't please your grace.
-
- -Wife -
-Ay, indeed, was he.
-
- -SUFFOLK -
-What woman is this?
-
- -Wife -
-His wife, an't like your worship.
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-Hadst thou been his mother, thou couldst have
-better told.
-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-Where wert thou born?
-
- -SIMPCOX -
-At Berwick in the north, an't like your grace.
-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-Poor soul, God's goodness hath been great to thee:
-Let never day nor night unhallow'd pass,
-But still remember what the Lord hath done.
-
- -QUEEN MARGARET -
-Tell me, good fellow, camest thou here by chance,
-Or of devotion, to this holy shrine?
-
- -SIMPCOX -
-God knows, of pure devotion; being call'd
-A hundred times and oftener, in my sleep,
-By good Saint Alban; who said, 'Simpcox, come,
-Come, offer at my shrine, and I will help thee.'
-
- -Wife -
-Most true, forsooth; and many time and oft
-Myself have heard a voice to call him so.
-
- -CARDINAL -
-What, art thou lame?
-
- -SIMPCOX -
-Ay, God Almighty help me!
-
- -SUFFOLK -
-How camest thou so?
-
- -SIMPCOX -
-A fall off of a tree.
-
- -Wife -
-A plum-tree, master.
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-How long hast thou been blind?
-
- -SIMPCOX -
-Born so, master.
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
- What, and wouldst climb a tree?
-
- -SIMPCOX -
-But that in all my life, when I was a youth.
-
- -Wife -
-Too true; and bought his climbing very dear.
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-Mass, thou lovedst plums well, that wouldst
-venture so.
-
- -SIMPCOX -
-Alas, good master, my wife desired some damsons,
-And made me climb, with danger of my life.
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-A subtle knave! but yet it shall not serve.
-Let me see thine eyes: wink now: now open them:
-In my opinion yet thou seest not well.
-
- -SIMPCOX -
-Yes, master, clear as day, I thank God and
-Saint Alban.
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-Say'st thou me so? What colour is this cloak of?
-
- -SIMPCOX -
-Red, master; red as blood.
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-Why, that's well said. What colour is my gown of?
-
- -SIMPCOX -
-Black, forsooth: coal-black as jet.
-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-Why, then, thou know'st what colour jet is of?
-
- -SUFFOLK -
-And yet, I think, jet did he never see.
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-But cloaks and gowns, before this day, a many.
-
- -Wife -
-Never, before this day, in all his life.
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-Tell me, sirrah, what's my name?
-
- -SIMPCOX -
-Alas, master, I know not.
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-What's his name?
-
- -SIMPCOX -
-I know not.
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-Nor his?
-
- -SIMPCOX -
-No, indeed, master.
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-What's thine own name?
-
- -SIMPCOX -
-Saunder Simpcox, an if it please you, master.
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-Then, Saunder, sit there, the lyingest knave in
-Christendom. If thou hadst been born blind, thou
-mightest as well have known all our names as thus to
-name the several colours we do wear. Sight may
-distinguish of colours, but suddenly to nominate them
-all, it is impossible. My lords, Saint Alban here
-hath done a miracle; and would ye not think his
-cunning to be great, that could restore this cripple
-to his legs again?
-
- -SIMPCOX -
-O master, that you could!
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-My masters of Saint Alban's, have you not beadles in
-your town, and things called whips?
-
- -Mayor -
-Yes, my lord, if it please your grace.
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-Then send for one presently.
-
- -Mayor -
-Sirrah, go fetch the beadle hither straight.
-

Exit an Attendant

-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-Now fetch me a stool hither by and by. Now, sirrah,
-if you mean to save yourself from whipping, leap me
-over this stool and run away.
-
- -SIMPCOX -
-Alas, master, I am not able to stand alone:
-You go about to torture me in vain.
-

Enter a Beadle with whips

-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-Well, sir, we must have you find your legs. Sirrah
-beadle, whip him till he leap over that same stool.
-
- -Beadle -
-I will, my lord. Come on, sirrah; off with your
-doublet quickly.
-
- -SIMPCOX -
-Alas, master, what shall I do? I am not able to stand.
-

After the Beadle hath hit him once, he leaps over the stool and runs away; and they follow and cry, 'A miracle!'

-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-O God, seest Thou this, and bearest so long?
-
- -QUEEN MARGARET -
-It made me laugh to see the villain run.
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-Follow the knave; and take this drab away.
-
- -Wife -
-Alas, sir, we did it for pure need.
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-Let them be whipped through every market-town, till
-they come to Berwick, from whence they came.
-

Exeunt Wife, Beadle, Mayor, & c

-
- -CARDINAL -
-Duke Humphrey has done a miracle to-day.
-
- -SUFFOLK -
-True; made the lame to leap and fly away.
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-But you have done more miracles than I;
-You made in a day, my lord, whole towns to fly.
-

Enter BUCKINGHAM

-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-What tidings with our cousin Buckingham?
-
- -BUCKINGHAM -
-Such as my heart doth tremble to unfold.
-A sort of naughty persons, lewdly bent,
-Under the countenance and confederacy
-Of Lady Eleanor, the protector's wife,
-The ringleader and head of all this rout,
-Have practised dangerously against your state,
-Dealing with witches and with conjurers:
-Whom we have apprehended in the fact;
-Raising up wicked spirits from under ground,
-Demanding of King Henry's life and death,
-And other of your highness' privy-council;
-As more at large your grace shall understand.
-
- -CARDINAL -
-[Aside to GLOUCESTER] And so, my lord protector,
-by this means
-Your lady is forthcoming yet at London.
-This news, I think, hath turn'd your weapon's edge;
-'Tis like, my lord, you will not keep your hour.
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-Ambitious churchman, leave to afflict my heart:
-Sorrow and grief have vanquish'd all my powers;
-And, vanquish'd as I am, I yield to thee,
-Or to the meanest groom.
-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-O God, what mischiefs work the wicked ones,
-Heaping confusion on their own heads thereby!
-
- -QUEEN MARGARET -
-Gloucester, see here the tainture of thy nest.
-And look thyself be faultless, thou wert best.
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-Madam, for myself, to heaven I do appeal,
-How I have loved my king and commonweal:
-And, for my wife, I know not how it stands;
-Sorry I am to hear what I have heard:
-Noble she is, but if she have forgot
-Honour and virtue and conversed with such
-As, like to pitch, defile nobility,
-I banish her my bed and company
-And give her as a prey to law and shame,
-That hath dishonour'd Gloucester's honest name.
-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-Well, for this night we will repose us here:
-To-morrow toward London back again,
-To look into this business thoroughly
-And call these foul offenders to their answers
-And poise the cause in justice' equal scales,
-Whose beam stands sure, whose rightful cause prevails.
-

Flourish. Exeunt

-
-

SCENE II. London. YORK'S garden.

-

-Enter YORK, SALISBURY, and WARWICK -
- -YORK -
-Now, my good Lords of Salisbury and Warwick,
-Our simple supper ended, give me leave
-In this close walk to satisfy myself,
-In craving your opinion of my title,
-Which is infallible, to England's crown.
-
- -SALISBURY -
-My lord, I long to hear it at full.
-
- -WARWICK -
-Sweet York, begin: and if thy claim be good,
-The Nevils are thy subjects to command.
-
- -YORK -
-Then thus:
-Edward the Third, my lords, had seven sons:
-The first, Edward the Black Prince, Prince of Wales;
-The second, William of Hatfield, and the third,
-Lionel Duke of Clarence: next to whom
-Was John of Gaunt, the Duke of Lancaster;
-The fifth was Edmund Langley, Duke of York;
-The sixth was Thomas of Woodstock, Duke of Gloucester;
-William of Windsor was the seventh and last.
-Edward the Black Prince died before his father
-And left behind him Richard, his only son,
-Who after Edward the Third's death reign'd as king;
-Till Henry Bolingbroke, Duke of Lancaster,
-The eldest son and heir of John of Gaunt,
-Crown'd by the name of Henry the Fourth,
-Seized on the realm, deposed the rightful king,
-Sent his poor queen to France, from whence she came,
-And him to Pomfret; where, as all you know,
-Harmless Richard was murder'd traitorously.
-
- -WARWICK -
-Father, the duke hath told the truth:
-Thus got the house of Lancaster the crown.
-
- -YORK -
-Which now they hold by force and not by right;
-For Richard, the first son's heir, being dead,
-The issue of the next son should have reign'd.
-
- -SALISBURY -
-But William of Hatfield died without an heir.
-
- -YORK -
-The third son, Duke of Clarence, from whose line
-I claimed the crown, had issue, Philippe, a daughter,
-Who married Edmund Mortimer, Earl of March:
-Edmund had issue, Roger Earl of March;
-Roger had issue, Edmund, Anne and Eleanor.
-
- -SALISBURY -
-This Edmund, in the reign of Bolingbroke,
-As I have read, laid claim unto the crown;
-And, but for Owen Glendower, had been king,
-Who kept him in captivity till he died.
-But to the rest.
-
- -YORK -
- His eldest sister, Anne,
-My mother, being heir unto the crown
-Married Richard Earl of Cambridge; who was son
-To Edmund Langley, Edward the Third's fifth son.
-By her I claim the kingdom: she was heir
-To Roger Earl of March, who was the son
-Of Edmund Mortimer, who married Philippe,
-Sole daughter unto Lionel Duke of Clarence:
-So, if the issue of the elder son
-Succeed before the younger, I am king.
-
- -WARWICK -
-What plain proceeding is more plain than this?
-Henry doth claim the crown from John of Gaunt,
-The fourth son; York claims it from the third.
-Till Lionel's issue fails, his should not reign:
-It fails not yet, but flourishes in thee
-And in thy sons, fair slips of such a stock.
-Then, father Salisbury, kneel we together;
-And in this private plot be we the first
-That shall salute our rightful sovereign
-With honour of his birthright to the crown.
-
- -BOTH -
-Long live our sovereign Richard, England's king!
-
- -YORK -
-We thank you, lords. But I am not your king
-Till I be crown'd and that my sword be stain'd
-With heart-blood of the house of Lancaster;
-And that's not suddenly to be perform'd,
-But with advice and silent secrecy.
-Do you as I do in these dangerous days:
-Wink at the Duke of Suffolk's insolence,
-At Beaufort's pride, at Somerset's ambition,
-At Buckingham and all the crew of them,
-Till they have snared the shepherd of the flock,
-That virtuous prince, the good Duke Humphrey:
-'Tis that they seek, and they in seeking that
-Shall find their deaths, if York can prophesy.
-
- -SALISBURY -
-My lord, break we off; we know your mind at full.
-
- -WARWICK -
-My heart assures me that the Earl of Warwick
-Shall one day make the Duke of York a king.
-
- -YORK -
-And, Nevil, this I do assure myself:
-Richard shall live to make the Earl of Warwick
-The greatest man in England but the king.
-

Exeunt

-
-

SCENE III. A hall of justice.

-

-Sound trumpets. Enter KING HENRY VI, QUEEN MARGARET, GLOUCESTER, YORK, SUFFOLK, and SALISBURY; the DUCHESS, MARGARET JOURDAIN, SOUTHWELL, HUME, and BOLINGBROKE, under guard -
- -KING HENRY VI -
-Stand forth, Dame Eleanor Cobham, Gloucester's wife:
-In sight of God and us, your guilt is great:
-Receive the sentence of the law for sins
-Such as by God's book are adjudged to death.
-You four, from hence to prison back again;
-From thence unto the place of execution:
-The witch in Smithfield shall be burn'd to ashes,
-And you three shall be strangled on the gallows.
-You, madam, for you are more nobly born,
-Despoiled of your honour in your life,
-Shall, after three days' open penance done,
-Live in your country here in banishment,
-With Sir John Stanley, in the Isle of Man.
-
- -DUCHESS -
-Welcome is banishment; welcome were my death.
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-Eleanor, the law, thou see'st, hath judged thee:
-I cannot justify whom the law condemns.
-

Exeunt DUCHESS and other prisoners, guarded

-Mine eyes are full of tears, my heart of grief.
-Ah, Humphrey, this dishonour in thine age
-Will bring thy head with sorrow to the ground!
-I beseech your majesty, give me leave to go;
-Sorrow would solace and mine age would ease.
-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-Stay, Humphrey Duke of Gloucester: ere thou go,
-Give up thy staff: Henry will to himself
-Protector be; and God shall be my hope,
-My stay, my guide and lantern to my feet:
-And go in peace, Humphrey, no less beloved
-Than when thou wert protector to thy King.
-
- -QUEEN MARGARET -
-I see no reason why a king of years
-Should be to be protected like a child.
-God and King Henry govern England's realm.
-Give up your staff, sir, and the king his realm.
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-My staff? here, noble Henry, is my staff:
-As willingly do I the same resign
-As e'er thy father Henry made it mine;
-And even as willingly at thy feet I leave it
-As others would ambitiously receive it.
-Farewell, good king: when I am dead and gone,
-May honourable peace attend thy throne!
-

Exit

-
- -QUEEN MARGARET -
-Why, now is Henry king, and Margaret queen;
-And Humphrey Duke of Gloucester scarce himself,
-That bears so shrewd a maim; two pulls at once;
-His lady banish'd, and a limb lopp'd off.
-This staff of honour raught, there let it stand
-Where it best fits to be, in Henry's hand.
-
- -SUFFOLK -
-Thus droops this lofty pine and hangs his sprays;
-Thus Eleanor's pride dies in her youngest days.
-
- -YORK -
-Lords, let him go. Please it your majesty,
-This is the day appointed for the combat;
-And ready are the appellant and defendant,
-The armourer and his man, to enter the lists,
-So please your highness to behold the fight.
-
- -QUEEN MARGARET -
-Ay, good my lord; for purposely therefore
-Left I the court, to see this quarrel tried.
-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-O God's name, see the lists and all things fit:
-Here let them end it; and God defend the right!
-
- -YORK -
-I never saw a fellow worse bested,
-Or more afraid to fight, than is the appellant,
-The servant of this armourer, my lords.
-

Enter at one door, HORNER, the Armourer, and his Neighbours, drinking to him so much that he is drunk; and he enters with a drum before him and his staff with a sand-bag fastened to it; and at the other door PETER, his man, with a drum and sand-bag, and 'Prentices drinking to him

-
- -First Neighbour -
-Here, neighbour Horner, I drink to you in a cup of
-sack: and fear not, neighbour, you shall do well enough.
-
- -Second Neighbour -
-And here, neighbour, here's a cup of charneco.
-
- -Third Neighbour -
-And here's a pot of good double beer, neighbour:
-drink, and fear not your man.
-
- -HORNER -
-Let it come, i' faith, and I'll pledge you all; and
-a fig for Peter!
-First 'Prentice Here, Peter, I drink to thee: and be not afraid.
-Second 'Prentice Be merry, Peter, and fear not thy master: fight
-for credit of the 'prentices.
-
- -PETER -
-I thank you all: drink, and pray for me, I pray
-you; for I think I have taken my last draught in
-this world. Here, Robin, an if I die, I give thee
-my apron: and, Will, thou shalt have my hammer:
-and here, Tom, take all the money that I have. O
-Lord bless me! I pray God! for I am never able to
-deal with my master, he hath learnt me so much fence already.
-
- -SALISBURY -
-Come, leave your drinking, and fall to blows.
-Sirrah, what's thy name?
-
- -PETER -
-Peter, forsooth.
-
- -SALISBURY -
-Peter! what more?
-
- -PETER -
-Thump.
-
- -SALISBURY -
-Thump! then see thou thump thy master well.
-
- -HORNER -
-Masters, I am come hither, as it were, upon my man's
-instigation, to prove him a knave and myself an
-honest man: and touching the Duke of York, I will
-take my death, I never meant him any ill, nor the
-king, nor the queen: and therefore, Peter, have at
-thee with a downright blow!
-
- -YORK -
-Dispatch: this knave's tongue begins to double.
-Sound, trumpets, alarum to the combatants!
-

Alarum. They fight, and PETER strikes him down

-
- -HORNER -
-Hold, Peter, hold! I confess, I confess treason.
-

Dies

-
- -YORK -
-Take away his weapon. Fellow, thank God, and the
-good wine in thy master's way.
-
- -PETER -
-O God, have I overcome mine enemy in this presence?
-O Peter, thou hast prevailed in right!
-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-Go, take hence that traitor from our sight;
-For his death we do perceive his guilt:
-And God in justice hath revealed to us
-The truth and innocence of this poor fellow,
-Which he had thought to have murder'd wrongfully.
-Come, fellow, follow us for thy reward.
-

Sound a flourish. Exeunt

-
-

SCENE IV. A street.

-

-Enter GLOUCESTER and his Servingmen, in mourning cloaks -
- -GLOUCESTER -
-Thus sometimes hath the brightest day a cloud;
-And after summer evermore succeeds
-Barren winter, with his wrathful nipping cold:
-So cares and joys abound, as seasons fleet.
-Sirs, what's o'clock?
-
- -Servants -
-Ten, my lord.
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-Ten is the hour that was appointed me
-To watch the coming of my punish'd duchess:
-Uneath may she endure the flinty streets,
-To tread them with her tender-feeling feet.
-Sweet Nell, ill can thy noble mind abrook
-The abject people gazing on thy face,
-With envious looks, laughing at thy shame,
-That erst did follow thy proud chariot-wheels
-When thou didst ride in triumph through the streets.
-But, soft! I think she comes; and I'll prepare
-My tear-stain'd eyes to see her miseries.
-

Enter the DUCHESS in a white sheet, and a taper burning in her hand; with STANLEY, the Sheriff, and Officers

-
- -Servant -
-So please your grace, we'll take her from the sheriff.
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-No, stir not, for your lives; let her pass by.
-
- -DUCHESS -
-Come you, my lord, to see my open shame?
-Now thou dost penance too. Look how they gaze!
-See how the giddy multitude do point,
-And nod their heads, and throw their eyes on thee!
-Ah, Gloucester, hide thee from their hateful looks,
-And, in thy closet pent up, rue my shame,
-And ban thine enemies, both mine and thine!
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-Be patient, gentle Nell; forget this grief.
-
- -DUCHESS -
-Ah, Gloucester, teach me to forget myself!
-For whilst I think I am thy married wife
-And thou a prince, protector of this land,
-Methinks I should not thus be led along,
-Mail'd up in shame, with papers on my back,
-And followed with a rabble that rejoice
-To see my tears and hear my deep-fet groans.
-The ruthless flint doth cut my tender feet,
-And when I start, the envious people laugh
-And bid me be advised how I tread.
-Ah, Humphrey, can I bear this shameful yoke?
-Trow'st thou that e'er I'll look upon the world,
-Or count them happy that enjoy the sun?
-No; dark shall be my light and night my day;
-To think upon my pomp shall be my hell.
-Sometime I'll say, I am Duke Humphrey's wife,
-And he a prince and ruler of the land:
-Yet so he ruled and such a prince he was
-As he stood by whilst I, his forlorn duchess,
-Was made a wonder and a pointing-stock
-To every idle rascal follower.
-But be thou mild and blush not at my shame,
-Nor stir at nothing till the axe of death
-Hang over thee, as, sure, it shortly will;
-For Suffolk, he that can do all in all
-With her that hateth thee and hates us all,
-And York and impious Beaufort, that false priest,
-Have all limed bushes to betray thy wings,
-And, fly thou how thou canst, they'll tangle thee:
-But fear not thou, until thy foot be snared,
-Nor never seek prevention of thy foes.
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-Ah, Nell, forbear! thou aimest all awry;
-I must offend before I be attainted;
-And had I twenty times so many foes,
-And each of them had twenty times their power,
-All these could not procure me any scathe,
-So long as I am loyal, true and crimeless.
-Wouldst have me rescue thee from this reproach?
-Why, yet thy scandal were not wiped away
-But I in danger for the breach of law.
-Thy greatest help is quiet, gentle Nell:
-I pray thee, sort thy heart to patience;
-These few days' wonder will be quickly worn.
-

Enter a Herald

-
- -Herald -
-I summon your grace to his majesty's parliament,
-Holden at Bury the first of this next month.
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-And my consent ne'er ask'd herein before!
-This is close dealing. Well, I will be there.
-

Exit Herald

-My Nell, I take my leave: and, master sheriff,
-Let not her penance exceed the king's commission.
-
- -Sheriff -
-An't please your grace, here my commission stays,
-And Sir John Stanley is appointed now
-To take her with him to the Isle of Man.
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-Must you, Sir John, protect my lady here?
-
- -STANLEY -
-So am I given in charge, may't please your grace.
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-Entreat her not the worse in that I pray
-You use her well: the world may laugh again;
-And I may live to do you kindness if
-You do it her: and so, Sir John, farewell!
-
- -DUCHESS -
-What, gone, my lord, and bid me not farewell!
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-Witness my tears, I cannot stay to speak.
-

Exeunt GLOUCESTER and Servingmen

-
- -DUCHESS -
-Art thou gone too? all comfort go with thee!
-For none abides with me: my joy is death;
-Death, at whose name I oft have been afear'd,
-Because I wish'd this world's eternity.
-Stanley, I prithee, go, and take me hence;
-I care not whither, for I beg no favour,
-Only convey me where thou art commanded.
-
- -STANLEY -
-Why, madam, that is to the Isle of Man;
-There to be used according to your state.
-
- -DUCHESS -
-That's bad enough, for I am but reproach:
-And shall I then be used reproachfully?
-
- -STANLEY -
-Like to a duchess, and Duke Humphrey's lady;
-According to that state you shall be used.
-
- -DUCHESS -
-Sheriff, farewell, and better than I fare,
-Although thou hast been conduct of my shame.
-
- -Sheriff -
-It is my office; and, madam, pardon me.
-
- -DUCHESS -
-Ay, ay, farewell; thy office is discharged.
-Come, Stanley, shall we go?
-
- -STANLEY -
-Madam, your penance done, throw off this sheet,
-And go we to attire you for our journey.
-
- -DUCHESS -
-My shame will not be shifted with my sheet:
-No, it will hang upon my richest robes
-And show itself, attire me how I can.
-Go, lead the way; I long to see my prison.
-

Exeunt

-

-

ACT III

-

SCENE I. The Abbey at Bury St. Edmund's.

-

-Sound a sennet. Enter KING HENRY VI, QUEEN MARGARET, CARDINAL, SUFFOLK, YORK, BUCKINGHAM, SALISBURY and WARWICK to the Parliament -
- -KING HENRY VI -
-I muse my Lord of Gloucester is not come:
-'Tis not his wont to be the hindmost man,
-Whate'er occasion keeps him from us now.
-
- -QUEEN MARGARET -
-Can you not see? or will ye not observe
-The strangeness of his alter'd countenance?
-With what a majesty he bears himself,
-How insolent of late he is become,
-How proud, how peremptory, and unlike himself?
-We know the time since he was mild and affable,
-And if we did but glance a far-off look,
-Immediately he was upon his knee,
-That all the court admired him for submission:
-But meet him now, and, be it in the morn,
-When every one will give the time of day,
-He knits his brow and shows an angry eye,
-And passeth by with stiff unbowed knee,
-Disdaining duty that to us belongs.
-Small curs are not regarded when they grin;
-But great men tremble when the lion roars;
-And Humphrey is no little man in England.
-First note that he is near you in descent,
-And should you fall, he as the next will mount.
-Me seemeth then it is no policy,
-Respecting what a rancorous mind he bears
-And his advantage following your decease,
-That he should come about your royal person
-Or be admitted to your highness' council.
-By flattery hath he won the commons' hearts,
-And when he please to make commotion,
-'Tis to be fear'd they all will follow him.
-Now 'tis the spring, and weeds are shallow-rooted;
-Suffer them now, and they'll o'ergrow the garden
-And choke the herbs for want of husbandry.
-The reverent care I bear unto my lord
-Made me collect these dangers in the duke.
-If it be fond, call it a woman's fear;
-Which fear if better reasons can supplant,
-I will subscribe and say I wrong'd the duke.
-My Lord of Suffolk, Buckingham, and York,
-Reprove my allegation, if you can;
-Or else conclude my words effectual.
-
- -SUFFOLK -
-Well hath your highness seen into this duke;
-And, had I first been put to speak my mind,
-I think I should have told your grace's tale.
-The duchess, by his subornation,
-Upon my life, began her devilish practises:
-Or, if he were not privy to those faults,
-Yet, by reputing of his high descent,
-As next the king he was successive heir,
-And such high vaunts of his nobility,
-Did instigate the bedlam brain-sick duchess
-By wicked means to frame our sovereign's fall.
-Smooth runs the water where the brook is deep;
-And in his simple show he harbours treason.
-The fox barks not when he would steal the lamb.
-No, no, my sovereign; Gloucester is a man
-Unsounded yet and full of deep deceit.
-
- -CARDINAL -
-Did he not, contrary to form of law,
-Devise strange deaths for small offences done?
-
- -YORK -
-And did he not, in his protectorship,
-Levy great sums of money through the realm
-For soldiers' pay in France, and never sent it?
-By means whereof the towns each day revolted.
-
- -BUCKINGHAM -
-Tut, these are petty faults to faults unknown.
-Which time will bring to light in smooth
-Duke Humphrey.
-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-My lords, at once: the care you have of us,
-To mow down thorns that would annoy our foot,
-Is worthy praise: but, shall I speak my conscience,
-Our kinsman Gloucester is as innocent
-From meaning treason to our royal person
-As is the sucking lamb or harmless dove:
-The duke is virtuous, mild and too well given
-To dream on evil or to work my downfall.
-
- -QUEEN MARGARET -
-Ah, what's more dangerous than this fond affiance!
-Seems he a dove? his feathers are but borrowed,
-For he's disposed as the hateful raven:
-Is he a lamb? his skin is surely lent him,
-For he's inclined as is the ravenous wolf.
-Who cannot steal a shape that means deceit?
-Take heed, my lord; the welfare of us all
-Hangs on the cutting short that fraudful man.
-

Enter SOMERSET

-
- -SOMERSET -
-All health unto my gracious sovereign!
-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-Welcome, Lord Somerset. What news from France?
-
- -SOMERSET -
-That all your interest in those territories
-Is utterly bereft you; all is lost.
-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-Cold news, Lord Somerset: but God's will be done!
-
- -YORK -
-[Aside] Cold news for me; for I had hope of France
-As firmly as I hope for fertile England.
-Thus are my blossoms blasted in the bud
-And caterpillars eat my leaves away;
-But I will remedy this gear ere long,
-Or sell my title for a glorious grave.
-

Enter GLOUCESTER

-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-All happiness unto my lord the king!
-Pardon, my liege, that I have stay'd so long.
-
- -SUFFOLK -
-Nay, Gloucester, know that thou art come too soon,
-Unless thou wert more loyal than thou art:
-I do arrest thee of high treason here.
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-Well, Suffolk, thou shalt not see me blush
-Nor change my countenance for this arrest:
-A heart unspotted is not easily daunted.
-The purest spring is not so free from mud
-As I am clear from treason to my sovereign:
-Who can accuse me? wherein am I guilty?
-
- -YORK -
-'Tis thought, my lord, that you took bribes of France,
-And, being protector, stayed the soldiers' pay;
-By means whereof his highness hath lost France.
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-Is it but thought so? what are they that think it?
-I never robb'd the soldiers of their pay,
-Nor ever had one penny bribe from France.
-So help me God, as I have watch'd the night,
-Ay, night by night, in studying good for England,
-That doit that e'er I wrested from the king,
-Or any groat I hoarded to my use,
-Be brought against me at my trial-day!
-No; many a pound of mine own proper store,
-Because I would not tax the needy commons,
-Have I disbursed to the garrisons,
-And never ask'd for restitution.
-
- -CARDINAL -
-It serves you well, my lord, to say so much.
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-I say no more than truth, so help me God!
-
- -YORK -
-In your protectorship you did devise
-Strange tortures for offenders never heard of,
-That England was defamed by tyranny.
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-Why, 'tis well known that, whiles I was
-protector,
-Pity was all the fault that was in me;
-For I should melt at an offender's tears,
-And lowly words were ransom for their fault.
-Unless it were a bloody murderer,
-Or foul felonious thief that fleeced poor passengers,
-I never gave them condign punishment:
-Murder indeed, that bloody sin, I tortured
-Above the felon or what trespass else.
-
- -SUFFOLK -
-My lord, these faults are easy, quickly answered:
-But mightier crimes are laid unto your charge,
-Whereof you cannot easily purge yourself.
-I do arrest you in his highness' name;
-And here commit you to my lord cardinal
-To keep, until your further time of trial.
-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-My lord of Gloucester, 'tis my special hope
-That you will clear yourself from all suspect:
-My conscience tells me you are innocent.
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-Ah, gracious lord, these days are dangerous:
-Virtue is choked with foul ambition
-And charity chased hence by rancour's hand;
-Foul subornation is predominant
-And equity exiled your highness' land.
-I know their complot is to have my life,
-And if my death might make this island happy,
-And prove the period of their tyranny,
-I would expend it with all willingness:
-But mine is made the prologue to their play;
-For thousands more, that yet suspect no peril,
-Will not conclude their plotted tragedy.
-Beaufort's red sparkling eyes blab his heart's malice,
-And Suffolk's cloudy brow his stormy hate;
-Sharp Buckingham unburthens with his tongue
-The envious load that lies upon his heart;
-And dogged York, that reaches at the moon,
-Whose overweening arm I have pluck'd back,
-By false accuse doth level at my life:
-And you, my sovereign lady, with the rest,
-Causeless have laid disgraces on my head,
-And with your best endeavour have stirr'd up
-My liefest liege to be mine enemy:
-Ay, all you have laid your heads together--
-Myself had notice of your conventicles--
-And all to make away my guiltless life.
-I shall not want false witness to condemn me,
-Nor store of treasons to augment my guilt;
-The ancient proverb will be well effected:
-'A staff is quickly found to beat a dog.'
-
- -CARDINAL -
-My liege, his railing is intolerable:
-If those that care to keep your royal person
-From treason's secret knife and traitors' rage
-Be thus upbraided, chid and rated at,
-And the offender granted scope of speech,
-'Twill make them cool in zeal unto your grace.
-
- -SUFFOLK -
-Hath he not twit our sovereign lady here
-With ignominious words, though clerkly couch'd,
-As if she had suborned some to swear
-False allegations to o'erthrow his state?
-
- -QUEEN MARGARET -
-But I can give the loser leave to chide.
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-Far truer spoke than meant: I lose, indeed;
-Beshrew the winners, for they play'd me false!
-And well such losers may have leave to speak.
-
- -BUCKINGHAM -
-He'll wrest the sense and hold us here all day:
-Lord cardinal, he is your prisoner.
-
- -CARDINAL -
-Sirs, take away the duke, and guard him sure.
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-Ah! thus King Henry throws away his crutch
-Before his legs be firm to bear his body.
-Thus is the shepherd beaten from thy side,
-And wolves are gnarling who shall gnaw thee first.
-Ah, that my fear were false! ah, that it were!
-For, good King Henry, thy decay I fear.
-

Exit, guarded

-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-My lords, what to your wisdoms seemeth best,
-Do or undo, as if ourself were here.
-
- -QUEEN MARGARET -
-What, will your highness leave the parliament?
-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-Ay, Margaret; my heart is drown'd with grief,
-Whose flood begins to flow within mine eyes,
-My body round engirt with misery,
-For what's more miserable than discontent?
-Ah, uncle Humphrey! in thy face I see
-The map of honour, truth and loyalty:
-And yet, good Humphrey, is the hour to come
-That e'er I proved thee false or fear'd thy faith.
-What louring star now envies thy estate,
-That these great lords and Margaret our queen
-Do seek subversion of thy harmless life?
-Thou never didst them wrong, nor no man wrong;
-And as the butcher takes away the calf
-And binds the wretch, and beats it when it strays,
-Bearing it to the bloody slaughter-house,
-Even so remorseless have they borne him hence;
-And as the dam runs lowing up and down,
-Looking the way her harmless young one went,
-And can do nought but wail her darling's loss,
-Even so myself bewails good Gloucester's case
-With sad unhelpful tears, and with dimm'd eyes
-Look after him and cannot do him good,
-So mighty are his vowed enemies.
-His fortunes I will weep; and, 'twixt each groan
-Say 'Who's a traitor? Gloucester he is none.'
-

Exeunt all but QUEEN MARGARET, CARDINAL, SUFFOLK, and YORK; SOMERSET remains apart

-
- -QUEEN MARGARET -
-Free lords, cold snow melts with the sun's hot beams.
-Henry my lord is cold in great affairs,
-Too full of foolish pity, and Gloucester's show
-Beguiles him as the mournful crocodile
-With sorrow snares relenting passengers,
-Or as the snake roll'd in a flowering bank,
-With shining chequer'd slough, doth sting a child
-That for the beauty thinks it excellent.
-Believe me, lords, were none more wise than I--
-And yet herein I judge mine own wit good--
-This Gloucester should be quickly rid the world,
-To rid us of the fear we have of him.
-
- -CARDINAL -
-That he should die is worthy policy;
-But yet we want a colour for his death:
-'Tis meet he be condemn'd by course of law.
-
- -SUFFOLK -
-But, in my mind, that were no policy:
-The king will labour still to save his life,
-The commons haply rise, to save his life;
-And yet we have but trivial argument,
-More than mistrust, that shows him worthy death.
-
- -YORK -
-So that, by this, you would not have him die.
-
- -SUFFOLK -
-Ah, York, no man alive so fain as I!
-
- -YORK -
-'Tis York that hath more reason for his death.
-But, my lord cardinal, and you, my Lord of Suffolk,
-Say as you think, and speak it from your souls,
-Were't not all one, an empty eagle were set
-To guard the chicken from a hungry kite,
-As place Duke Humphrey for the king's protector?
-
- -QUEEN MARGARET -
-So the poor chicken should be sure of death.
-
- -SUFFOLK -
-Madam, 'tis true; and were't not madness, then,
-To make the fox surveyor of the fold?
-Who being accused a crafty murderer,
-His guilt should be but idly posted over,
-Because his purpose is not executed.
-No; let him die, in that he is a fox,
-By nature proved an enemy to the flock,
-Before his chaps be stain'd with crimson blood,
-As Humphrey, proved by reasons, to my liege.
-And do not stand on quillets how to slay him:
-Be it by gins, by snares, by subtlety,
-Sleeping or waking, 'tis no matter how,
-So he be dead; for that is good deceit
-Which mates him first that first intends deceit.
-
- -QUEEN MARGARET -
-Thrice-noble Suffolk, 'tis resolutely spoke.
-
- -SUFFOLK -
-Not resolute, except so much were done;
-For things are often spoke and seldom meant:
-But that my heart accordeth with my tongue,
-Seeing the deed is meritorious,
-And to preserve my sovereign from his foe,
-Say but the word, and I will be his priest.
-
- -CARDINAL -
-But I would have him dead, my Lord of Suffolk,
-Ere you can take due orders for a priest:
-Say you consent and censure well the deed,
-And I'll provide his executioner,
-I tender so the safety of my liege.
-
- -SUFFOLK -
-Here is my hand, the deed is worthy doing.
-
- -QUEEN MARGARET -
-And so say I.
-
- -YORK -
-And I and now we three have spoke it,
-It skills not greatly who impugns our doom.
-

Enter a Post

-
- -Post -
-Great lords, from Ireland am I come amain,
-To signify that rebels there are up
-And put the Englishmen unto the sword:
-Send succors, lords, and stop the rage betime,
-Before the wound do grow uncurable;
-For, being green, there is great hope of help.
-
- -CARDINAL -
-A breach that craves a quick expedient stop!
-What counsel give you in this weighty cause?
-
- -YORK -
-That Somerset be sent as regent thither:
-'Tis meet that lucky ruler be employ'd;
-Witness the fortune he hath had in France.
-
- -SOMERSET -
-If York, with all his far-fet policy,
-Had been the regent there instead of me,
-He never would have stay'd in France so long.
-
- -YORK -
-No, not to lose it all, as thou hast done:
-I rather would have lost my life betimes
-Than bring a burthen of dishonour home
-By staying there so long till all were lost.
-Show me one scar character'd on thy skin:
-Men's flesh preserved so whole do seldom win.
-
- -QUEEN MARGARET -
-Nay, then, this spark will prove a raging fire,
-If wind and fuel be brought to feed it with:
-No more, good York; sweet Somerset, be still:
-Thy fortune, York, hadst thou been regent there,
-Might happily have proved far worse than his.
-
- -YORK -
-What, worse than nought? nay, then, a shame take all!
-
- -SOMERSET -
-And, in the number, thee that wishest shame!
-
- -CARDINAL -
-My Lord of York, try what your fortune is.
-The uncivil kerns of Ireland are in arms
-And temper clay with blood of Englishmen:
-To Ireland will you lead a band of men,
-Collected choicely, from each county some,
-And try your hap against the Irishmen?
-
- -YORK -
-I will, my lord, so please his majesty.
-
- -SUFFOLK -
-Why, our authority is his consent,
-And what we do establish he confirms:
-Then, noble York, take thou this task in hand.
-
- -YORK -
-I am content: provide me soldiers, lords,
-Whiles I take order for mine own affairs.
-
- -SUFFOLK -
-A charge, Lord York, that I will see perform'd.
-But now return we to the false Duke Humphrey.
-
- -CARDINAL -
-No more of him; for I will deal with him
-That henceforth he shall trouble us no more.
-And so break off; the day is almost spent:
-Lord Suffolk, you and I must talk of that event.
-
- -YORK -
-My Lord of Suffolk, within fourteen days
-At Bristol I expect my soldiers;
-For there I'll ship them all for Ireland.
-
- -SUFFOLK -
-I'll see it truly done, my Lord of York.
-

Exeunt all but YORK

-
- -YORK -
-Now, York, or never, steel thy fearful thoughts,
-And change misdoubt to resolution:
-Be that thou hopest to be, or what thou art
-Resign to death; it is not worth the enjoying:
-Let pale-faced fear keep with the mean-born man,
-And find no harbour in a royal heart.
-Faster than spring-time showers comes thought
-on thought,
-And not a thought but thinks on dignity.
-My brain more busy than the labouring spider
-Weaves tedious snares to trap mine enemies.
-Well, nobles, well, 'tis politicly done,
-To send me packing with an host of men:
-I fear me you but warm the starved snake,
-Who, cherish'd in your breasts, will sting
-your hearts.
-'Twas men I lack'd and you will give them me:
-I take it kindly; and yet be well assured
-You put sharp weapons in a madman's hands.
-Whiles I in Ireland nourish a mighty band,
-I will stir up in England some black storm
-Shall blow ten thousand souls to heaven or hell;
-And this fell tempest shall not cease to rage
-Until the golden circuit on my head,
-Like to the glorious sun's transparent beams,
-Do calm the fury of this mad-bred flaw.
-And, for a minister of my intent,
-I have seduced a headstrong Kentishman,
-John Cade of Ashford,
-To make commotion, as full well he can,
-Under the title of John Mortimer.
-In Ireland have I seen this stubborn Cade
-Oppose himself against a troop of kerns,
-And fought so long, till that his thighs with darts
-Were almost like a sharp-quill'd porpentine;
-And, in the end being rescued, I have seen
-Him caper upright like a wild Morisco,
-Shaking the bloody darts as he his bells.
-Full often, like a shag-hair'd crafty kern,
-Hath he conversed with the enemy,
-And undiscover'd come to me again
-And given me notice of their villanies.
-This devil here shall be my substitute;
-For that John Mortimer, which now is dead,
-In face, in gait, in speech, he doth resemble:
-By this I shall perceive the commons' mind,
-How they affect the house and claim of York.
-Say he be taken, rack'd and tortured,
-I know no pain they can inflict upon him
-Will make him say I moved him to those arms.
-Say that he thrive, as 'tis great like he will,
-Why, then from Ireland come I with my strength
-And reap the harvest which that rascal sow'd;
-For Humphrey being dead, as he shall be,
-And Henry put apart, the next for me.
-

Exit

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-

SCENE II. Bury St. Edmund's. A room of state.

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-Enter certain Murderers, hastily -
- -First Murderer -
-Run to my Lord of Suffolk; let him know
-We have dispatch'd the duke, as he commanded.
-
- -Second Murderer -
-O that it were to do! What have we done?
-Didst ever hear a man so penitent?
-

Enter SUFFOLK

-
- -First Murder -
-Here comes my lord.
-
- -SUFFOLK -
-Now, sirs, have you dispatch'd this thing?
-
- -First Murderer -
-Ay, my good lord, he's dead.
-
- -SUFFOLK -
-Why, that's well said. Go, get you to my house;
-I will reward you for this venturous deed.
-The king and all the peers are here at hand.
-Have you laid fair the bed? Is all things well,
-According as I gave directions?
-
- -First Murderer -
-'Tis, my good lord.
-
- -SUFFOLK -
-Away! be gone.
-

Exeunt Murderers

-

Sound trumpets. Enter KING HENRY VI, QUEEN MARGARET, CARDINAL, SOMERSET, with Attendants

-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-Go, call our uncle to our presence straight;
-Say we intend to try his grace to-day.
-If he be guilty, as 'tis published.
-
- -SUFFOLK -
-I'll call him presently, my noble lord.
-

Exit

-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-Lords, take your places; and, I pray you all,
-Proceed no straiter 'gainst our uncle Gloucester
-Than from true evidence of good esteem
-He be approved in practise culpable.
-
- -QUEEN MARGARET -
-God forbid any malice should prevail,
-That faultless may condemn a nobleman!
-Pray God he may acquit him of suspicion!
-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-I thank thee, Meg; these words content me much.
-

Re-enter SUFFOLK

-How now! why look'st thou pale? why tremblest thou?
-Where is our uncle? what's the matter, Suffolk?
-
- -SUFFOLK -
-Dead in his bed, my lord; Gloucester is dead.
-
- -QUEEN MARGARET -
-Marry, God forfend!
-
- -CARDINAL -
-God's secret judgment: I did dream to-night
-The duke was dumb and could not speak a word.
-

KING HENRY VI swoons

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- -QUEEN MARGARET -
-How fares my lord? Help, lords! the king is dead.
-
- -SOMERSET -
-Rear up his body; wring him by the nose.
-
- -QUEEN MARGARET -
-Run, go, help, help! O Henry, ope thine eyes!
-
- -SUFFOLK -
-He doth revive again: madam, be patient.
-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-O heavenly God!
-
- -QUEEN MARGARET -
-How fares my gracious lord?
-
- -SUFFOLK -
-Comfort, my sovereign! gracious Henry, comfort!
-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-What, doth my Lord of Suffolk comfort me?
-Came he right now to sing a raven's note,
-Whose dismal tune bereft my vital powers;
-And thinks he that the chirping of a wren,
-By crying comfort from a hollow breast,
-Can chase away the first-conceived sound?
-Hide not thy poison with such sugar'd words;
-Lay not thy hands on me; forbear, I say;
-Their touch affrights me as a serpent's sting.
-Thou baleful messenger, out of my sight!
-Upon thy eye-balls murderous tyranny
-Sits in grim majesty, to fright the world.
-Look not upon me, for thine eyes are wounding:
-Yet do not go away: come, basilisk,
-And kill the innocent gazer with thy sight;
-For in the shade of death I shall find joy;
-In life but double death, now Gloucester's dead.
-
- -QUEEN MARGARET -
-Why do you rate my Lord of Suffolk thus?
-Although the duke was enemy to him,
-Yet he most Christian-like laments his death:
-And for myself, foe as he was to me,
-Might liquid tears or heart-offending groans
-Or blood-consuming sighs recall his life,
-I would be blind with weeping, sick with groans,
-Look pale as primrose with blood-drinking sighs,
-And all to have the noble duke alive.
-What know I how the world may deem of me?
-For it is known we were but hollow friends:
-It may be judged I made the duke away;
-So shall my name with slander's tongue be wounded,
-And princes' courts be fill'd with my reproach.
-This get I by his death: ay me, unhappy!
-To be a queen, and crown'd with infamy!
-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-Ah, woe is me for Gloucester, wretched man!
-
- -QUEEN MARGARET -
-Be woe for me, more wretched than he is.
-What, dost thou turn away and hide thy face?
-I am no loathsome leper; look on me.
-What! art thou, like the adder, waxen deaf?
-Be poisonous too and kill thy forlorn queen.
-Is all thy comfort shut in Gloucester's tomb?
-Why, then, dame Margaret was ne'er thy joy.
-Erect his statue and worship it,
-And make my image but an alehouse sign.
-Was I for this nigh wreck'd upon the sea
-And twice by awkward wind from England's bank
-Drove back again unto my native clime?
-What boded this, but well forewarning wind
-Did seem to say 'Seek not a scorpion's nest,
-Nor set no footing on this unkind shore'?
-What did I then, but cursed the gentle gusts
-And he that loosed them forth their brazen caves:
-And bid them blow towards England's blessed shore,
-Or turn our stern upon a dreadful rock
-Yet AEolus would not be a murderer,
-But left that hateful office unto thee:
-The pretty-vaulting sea refused to drown me,
-Knowing that thou wouldst have me drown'd on shore,
-With tears as salt as sea, through thy unkindness:
-The splitting rocks cower'd in the sinking sands
-And would not dash me with their ragged sides,
-Because thy flinty heart, more hard than they,
-Might in thy palace perish Margaret.
-As far as I could ken thy chalky cliffs,
-When from thy shore the tempest beat us back,
-I stood upon the hatches in the storm,
-And when the dusky sky began to rob
-My earnest-gaping sight of thy land's view,
-I took a costly jewel from my neck,
-A heart it was, bound in with diamonds,
-And threw it towards thy land: the sea received it,
-And so I wish'd thy body might my heart:
-And even with this I lost fair England's view
-And bid mine eyes be packing with my heart
-And call'd them blind and dusky spectacles,
-For losing ken of Albion's wished coast.
-How often have I tempted Suffolk's tongue,
-The agent of thy foul inconstancy,
-To sit and witch me, as Ascanius did
-When he to madding Dido would unfold
-His father's acts commenced in burning Troy!
-Am I not witch'd like her? or thou not false like him?
-Ay me, I can no more! die, Margaret!
-For Henry weeps that thou dost live so long.
-

Noise within. Enter WARWICK, SALISBURY, and many Commons

-
- -WARWICK -
-It is reported, mighty sovereign,
-That good Duke Humphrey traitorously is murder'd
-By Suffolk and the Cardinal Beaufort's means.
-The commons, like an angry hive of bees
-That want their leader, scatter up and down
-And care not who they sting in his revenge.
-Myself have calm'd their spleenful mutiny,
-Until they hear the order of his death.
-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-That he is dead, good Warwick, 'tis too true;
-But how he died God knows, not Henry:
-Enter his chamber, view his breathless corpse,
-And comment then upon his sudden death.
-
- -WARWICK -
-That shall I do, my liege. Stay, Salisbury,
-With the rude multitude till I return.
-

Exit

-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-O Thou that judgest all things, stay my thoughts,
-My thoughts, that labour to persuade my soul
-Some violent hands were laid on Humphrey's life!
-If my suspect be false, forgive me, God,
-For judgment only doth belong to thee.
-Fain would I go to chafe his paly lips
-With twenty thousand kisses, and to drain
-Upon his face an ocean of salt tears,
-To tell my love unto his dumb deaf trunk,
-And with my fingers feel his hand unfeeling:
-But all in vain are these mean obsequies;
-And to survey his dead and earthly image,
-What were it but to make my sorrow greater?
-

Re-enter WARWICK and others, bearing GLOUCESTER'S body on a bed

-
- -WARWICK -
-Come hither, gracious sovereign, view this body.
-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-That is to see how deep my grave is made;
-For with his soul fled all my worldly solace,
-For seeing him I see my life in death.
-
- -WARWICK -
-As surely as my soul intends to live
-With that dread King that took our state upon him
-To free us from his father's wrathful curse,
-I do believe that violent hands were laid
-Upon the life of this thrice-famed duke.
-
- -SUFFOLK -
-A dreadful oath, sworn with a solemn tongue!
-What instance gives Lord Warwick for his vow?
-
- -WARWICK -
-See how the blood is settled in his face.
-Oft have I seen a timely-parted ghost,
-Of ashy semblance, meagre, pale and bloodless,
-Being all descended to the labouring heart;
-Who, in the conflict that it holds with death,
-Attracts the same for aidance 'gainst the enemy;
-Which with the heart there cools and ne'er returneth
-To blush and beautify the cheek again.
-But see, his face is black and full of blood,
-His eye-balls further out than when he lived,
-Staring full ghastly like a strangled man;
-His hair uprear'd, his nostrils stretched with struggling;
-His hands abroad display'd, as one that grasp'd
-And tugg'd for life and was by strength subdued:
-Look, on the sheets his hair you see, is sticking;
-His well-proportion'd beard made rough and rugged,
-Like to the summer's corn by tempest lodged.
-It cannot be but he was murder'd here;
-The least of all these signs were probable.
-
- -SUFFOLK -
-Why, Warwick, who should do the duke to death?
-Myself and Beaufort had him in protection;
-And we, I hope, sir, are no murderers.
-
- -WARWICK -
-But both of you were vow'd Duke Humphrey's foes,
-And you, forsooth, had the good duke to keep:
-'Tis like you would not feast him like a friend;
-And 'tis well seen he found an enemy.
-
- -QUEEN MARGARET -
-Then you, belike, suspect these noblemen
-As guilty of Duke Humphrey's timeless death.
-
- -WARWICK -
-Who finds the heifer dead and bleeding fresh
-And sees fast by a butcher with an axe,
-But will suspect 'twas he that made the slaughter?
-Who finds the partridge in the puttock's nest,
-But may imagine how the bird was dead,
-Although the kite soar with unbloodied beak?
-Even so suspicious is this tragedy.
-
- -QUEEN MARGARET -
-Are you the butcher, Suffolk? Where's your knife?
-Is Beaufort term'd a kite? Where are his talons?
-
- -SUFFOLK -
-I wear no knife to slaughter sleeping men;
-But here's a vengeful sword, rusted with ease,
-That shall be scoured in his rancorous heart
-That slanders me with murder's crimson badge.
-Say, if thou darest, proud Lord of Warwick-shire,
-That I am faulty in Duke Humphrey's death.
-

Exeunt CARDINAL, SOMERSET, and others

-
- -WARWICK -
-What dares not Warwick, if false Suffolk dare him?
-
- -QUEEN MARGARET -
-He dares not calm his contumelious spirit
-Nor cease to be an arrogant controller,
-Though Suffolk dare him twenty thousand times.
-
- -WARWICK -
-Madam, be still; with reverence may I say;
-For every word you speak in his behalf
-Is slander to your royal dignity.
-
- -SUFFOLK -
-Blunt-witted lord, ignoble in demeanor!
-If ever lady wrong'd her lord so much,
-Thy mother took into her blameful bed
-Some stern untutor'd churl, and noble stock
-Was graft with crab-tree slip; whose fruit thou art,
-And never of the Nevils' noble race.
-
- -WARWICK -
-But that the guilt of murder bucklers thee
-And I should rob the deathsman of his fee,
-Quitting thee thereby of ten thousand shames,
-And that my sovereign's presence makes me mild,
-I would, false murderous coward, on thy knee
-Make thee beg pardon for thy passed speech,
-And say it was thy mother that thou meant'st
-That thou thyself was born in bastardy;
-And after all this fearful homage done,
-Give thee thy hire and send thy soul to hell,
-Pernicious blood-sucker of sleeping men!
-
- -SUFFOLK -
-Thou shall be waking well I shed thy blood,
-If from this presence thou darest go with me.
-
- -WARWICK -
-Away even now, or I will drag thee hence:
-Unworthy though thou art, I'll cope with thee
-And do some service to Duke Humphrey's ghost.
-

Exeunt SUFFOLK and WARWICK

-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-What stronger breastplate than a heart untainted!
-Thrice is he armed that hath his quarrel just,
-And he but naked, though lock'd up in steel
-Whose conscience with injustice is corrupted.
-

A noise within

-
- -QUEEN MARGARET -
-What noise is this?
-

Re-enter SUFFOLK and WARWICK, with their weapons drawn

-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-Why, how now, lords! your wrathful weapons drawn
-Here in our presence! dare you be so bold?
-Why, what tumultuous clamour have we here?
-
- -SUFFOLK -
-The traitorous Warwick with the men of Bury
-Set all upon me, mighty sovereign.
-
- -SALISBURY -
-[To the Commons, entering] Sirs, stand apart;
-the king shall know your mind.
-Dread lord, the commons send you word by me,
-Unless Lord Suffolk straight be done to death,
-Or banished fair England's territories,
-They will by violence tear him from your palace
-And torture him with grievous lingering death.
-They say, by him the good Duke Humphrey died;
-They say, in him they fear your highness' death;
-And mere instinct of love and loyalty,
-Free from a stubborn opposite intent,
-As being thought to contradict your liking,
-Makes them thus forward in his banishment.
-They say, in care of your most royal person,
-That if your highness should intend to sleep
-And charge that no man should disturb your rest
-In pain of your dislike or pain of death,
-Yet, notwithstanding such a strait edict,
-Were there a serpent seen, with forked tongue,
-That slily glided towards your majesty,
-It were but necessary you were waked,
-Lest, being suffer'd in that harmful slumber,
-The mortal worm might make the sleep eternal;
-And therefore do they cry, though you forbid,
-That they will guard you, whether you will or no,
-From such fell serpents as false Suffolk is,
-With whose envenomed and fatal sting,
-Your loving uncle, twenty times his worth,
-They say, is shamefully bereft of life.
-
- -Commons -
-[Within] An answer from the king, my
-Lord of Salisbury!
-
- -SUFFOLK -
-'Tis like the commons, rude unpolish'd hinds,
-Could send such message to their sovereign:
-But you, my lord, were glad to be employ'd,
-To show how quaint an orator you are:
-But all the honour Salisbury hath won
-Is, that he was the lord ambassador
-Sent from a sort of tinkers to the king.
-
- -Commons -
-[Within] An answer from the king, or we will all break in!
-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-Go, Salisbury, and tell them all from me.
-I thank them for their tender loving care;
-And had I not been cited so by them,
-Yet did I purpose as they do entreat;
-For, sure, my thoughts do hourly prophesy
-Mischance unto my state by Suffolk's means:
-And therefore, by His majesty I swear,
-Whose far unworthy deputy I am,
-He shall not breathe infection in this air
-But three days longer, on the pain of death.
-

Exit SALISBURY

-
- -QUEEN MARGARET -
-O Henry, let me plead for gentle Suffolk!
-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-Ungentle queen, to call him gentle Suffolk!
-No more, I say: if thou dost plead for him,
-Thou wilt but add increase unto my wrath.
-Had I but said, I would have kept my word,
-But when I swear, it is irrevocable.
-If, after three days' space, thou here be'st found
-On any ground that I am ruler of,
-The world shall not be ransom for thy life.
-Come, Warwick, come, good Warwick, go with me;
-I have great matters to impart to thee.
-

Exeunt all but QUEEN MARGARET and SUFFOLK

-
- -QUEEN MARGARET -
-Mischance and sorrow go along with you!
-Heart's discontent and sour affliction
-Be playfellows to keep you company!
-There's two of you; the devil make a third!
-And threefold vengeance tend upon your steps!
-
- -SUFFOLK -
-Cease, gentle queen, these execrations,
-And let thy Suffolk take his heavy leave.
-
- -QUEEN MARGARET -
-Fie, coward woman and soft-hearted wretch!
-Hast thou not spirit to curse thine enemy?
-
- -SUFFOLK -
-A plague upon them! wherefore should I curse them?
-Would curses kill, as doth the mandrake's groan,
-I would invent as bitter-searching terms,
-As curst, as harsh and horrible to hear,
-Deliver'd strongly through my fixed teeth,
-With full as many signs of deadly hate,
-As lean-faced Envy in her loathsome cave:
-My tongue should stumble in mine earnest words;
-Mine eyes should sparkle like the beaten flint;
-Mine hair be fixed on end, as one distract;
-Ay, every joint should seem to curse and ban:
-And even now my burthen'd heart would break,
-Should I not curse them. Poison be their drink!
-Gall, worse than gall, the daintiest that they taste!
-Their sweetest shade a grove of cypress trees!
-Their chiefest prospect murdering basilisks!
-Their softest touch as smart as lizards' sting!
-Their music frightful as the serpent's hiss,
-And boding screech-owls make the concert full!
-All the foul terrors in dark-seated hell--
-
- -QUEEN MARGARET -
-Enough, sweet Suffolk; thou torment'st thyself;
-And these dread curses, like the sun 'gainst glass,
-Or like an overcharged gun, recoil,
-And turn the force of them upon thyself.
-
- -SUFFOLK -
-You bade me ban, and will you bid me leave?
-Now, by the ground that I am banish'd from,
-Well could I curse away a winter's night,
-Though standing naked on a mountain top,
-Where biting cold would never let grass grow,
-And think it but a minute spent in sport.
-
- -QUEEN MARGARET -
-O, let me entreat thee cease. Give me thy hand,
-That I may dew it with my mournful tears;
-Nor let the rain of heaven wet this place,
-To wash away my woful monuments.
-O, could this kiss be printed in thy hand,
-That thou mightst think upon these by the seal,
-Through whom a thousand sighs are breathed for thee!
-So, get thee gone, that I may know my grief;
-'Tis but surmised whiles thou art standing by,
-As one that surfeits thinking on a want.
-I will repeal thee, or, be well assured,
-Adventure to be banished myself:
-And banished I am, if but from thee.
-Go; speak not to me; even now be gone.
-O, go not yet! Even thus two friends condemn'd
-Embrace and kiss and take ten thousand leaves,
-Loather a hundred times to part than die.
-Yet now farewell; and farewell life with thee!
-
- -SUFFOLK -
-Thus is poor Suffolk ten times banished;
-Once by the king, and three times thrice by thee.
-'Tis not the land I care for, wert thou thence;
-A wilderness is populous enough,
-So Suffolk had thy heavenly company:
-For where thou art, there is the world itself,
-With every several pleasure in the world,
-And where thou art not, desolation.
-I can no more: live thou to joy thy life;
-Myself no joy in nought but that thou livest.
-

Enter VAUX

-
- -QUEEN MARGARET -
-Wither goes Vaux so fast? what news, I prithee?
-
- -VAUX -
-To signify unto his majesty
-That Cardinal Beaufort is at point of death;
-For suddenly a grievous sickness took him,
-That makes him gasp and stare and catch the air,
-Blaspheming God and cursing men on earth.
-Sometimes he talks as if Duke Humphrey's ghost
-Were by his side; sometime he calls the king,
-And whispers to his pillow, as to him,
-The secrets of his overcharged soul;
-And I am sent to tell his majesty
-That even now he cries aloud for him.
-
- -QUEEN MARGARET -
-Go tell this heavy message to the king.
-

Exit VAUX

-Ay me! what is this world! what news are these!
-But wherefore grieve I at an hour's poor loss,
-Omitting Suffolk's exile, my soul's treasure?
-Why only, Suffolk, mourn I not for thee,
-And with the southern clouds contend in tears,
-Theirs for the earth's increase, mine for my sorrows?
-Now get thee hence: the king, thou know'st, is coming;
-If thou be found by me, thou art but dead.
-
- -SUFFOLK -
-If I depart from thee, I cannot live;
-And in thy sight to die, what were it else
-But like a pleasant slumber in thy lap?
-Here could I breathe my soul into the air,
-As mild and gentle as the cradle-babe
-Dying with mother's dug between its lips:
-Where, from thy sight, I should be raging mad,
-And cry out for thee to close up mine eyes,
-To have thee with thy lips to stop my mouth;
-So shouldst thou either turn my flying soul,
-Or I should breathe it so into thy body,
-And then it lived in sweet Elysium.
-To die by thee were but to die in jest;
-From thee to die were torture more than death:
-O, let me stay, befall what may befall!
-
- -QUEEN MARGARET -
-Away! though parting be a fretful corrosive,
-It is applied to a deathful wound.
-To France, sweet Suffolk: let me hear from thee;
-For wheresoe'er thou art in this world's globe,
-I'll have an Iris that shall find thee out.
-
- -SUFFOLK -
-I go.
-
- -QUEEN MARGARET -
-And take my heart with thee.
-
- -SUFFOLK -
-A jewel, lock'd into the wofull'st cask
-That ever did contain a thing of worth.
-Even as a splitted bark, so sunder we
-This way fall I to death.
-
- -QUEEN MARGARET -
-This way for me.
-

Exeunt severally

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SCENE III. A bedchamber.

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-Enter the KING, SALISBURY, WARWICK, to the CARDINAL in bed -
- -KING HENRY VI -
-How fares my lord? speak, Beaufort, to
-thy sovereign.
-
- -CARDINAL -
-If thou be'st death, I'll give thee England's treasure,
-Enough to purchase such another island,
-So thou wilt let me live, and feel no pain.
-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-Ah, what a sign it is of evil life,
-Where death's approach is seen so terrible!
-
- -WARWICK -
-Beaufort, it is thy sovereign speaks to thee.
-
- -CARDINAL -
-Bring me unto my trial when you will.
-Died he not in his bed? where should he die?
-Can I make men live, whether they will or no?
-O, torture me no more! I will confess.
-Alive again? then show me where he is:
-I'll give a thousand pound to look upon him.
-He hath no eyes, the dust hath blinded them.
-Comb down his hair; look, look! it stands upright,
-Like lime-twigs set to catch my winged soul.
-Give me some drink; and bid the apothecary
-Bring the strong poison that I bought of him.
-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-O thou eternal Mover of the heavens.
-Look with a gentle eye upon this wretch!
-O, beat away the busy meddling fiend
-That lays strong siege unto this wretch's soul.
-And from his bosom purge this black despair!
-
- -WARWICK -
-See, how the pangs of death do make him grin!
-
- -SALISBURY -
-Disturb him not; let him pass peaceably.
-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-Peace to his soul, if God's good pleasure be!
-Lord cardinal, if thou think'st on heaven's bliss,
-Hold up thy hand, make signal of thy hope.
-He dies, and makes no sign. O God, forgive him!
-
- -WARWICK -
-So bad a death argues a monstrous life.
-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-Forbear to judge, for we are sinners all.
-Close up his eyes and draw the curtain close;
-And let us all to meditation.
-

Exeunt

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ACT IV

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SCENE I. The coast of Kent.

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-Alarum. Fight at sea. Ordnance goes off. Enter a Captain, a Master, a Master's-mate, WALTER WHITMORE, and others; with them SUFFOLK, and others, prisoners -
- -Captain -
-The gaudy, blabbing and remorseful day
-Is crept into the bosom of the sea;
-And now loud-howling wolves arouse the jades
-That drag the tragic melancholy night;
-Who, with their drowsy, slow and flagging wings,
-Clip dead men's graves and from their misty jaws
-Breathe foul contagious darkness in the air.
-Therefore bring forth the soldiers of our prize;
-For, whilst our pinnace anchors in the Downs,
-Here shall they make their ransom on the sand,
-Or with their blood stain this discolour'd shore.
-Master, this prisoner freely give I thee;
-And thou that art his mate, make boot of this;
-The other, Walter Whitmore, is thy share.
-
- -First Gentleman -
-What is my ransom, master? let me know.
-
- -Master -
-A thousand crowns, or else lay down your head.
-Master's-Mate And so much shall you give, or off goes yours.
-
- -Captain -
-What, think you much to pay two thousand crowns,
-And bear the name and port of gentlemen?
-Cut both the villains' throats; for die you shall:
-The lives of those which we have lost in fight
-Be counterpoised with such a petty sum!
-
- -First Gentleman -
-I'll give it, sir; and therefore spare my life.
-
- -Second Gentleman -
-And so will I and write home for it straight.
-
- -WHITMORE -
-I lost mine eye in laying the prize aboard,
-And therefore to revenge it, shalt thou die;
-

To SUFFOLK

-And so should these, if I might have my will.
-
- -Captain -
-Be not so rash; take ransom, let him live.
-
- -SUFFOLK -
-Look on my George; I am a gentleman:
-Rate me at what thou wilt, thou shalt be paid.
-
- -WHITMORE -
-And so am I; my name is Walter Whitmore.
-How now! why start'st thou? what, doth
-death affright?
-
- -SUFFOLK -
-Thy name affrights me, in whose sound is death.
-A cunning man did calculate my birth
-And told me that by water I should die:
-Yet let not this make thee be bloody-minded;
-Thy name is Gaultier, being rightly sounded.
-
- -WHITMORE -
-Gaultier or Walter, which it is, I care not:
-Never yet did base dishonour blur our name,
-But with our sword we wiped away the blot;
-Therefore, when merchant-like I sell revenge,
-Broke be my sword, my arms torn and defaced,
-And I proclaim'd a coward through the world!
-
- -SUFFOLK -
-Stay, Whitmore; for thy prisoner is a prince,
-The Duke of Suffolk, William de la Pole.
-
- -WHITMORE -
-The Duke of Suffolk muffled up in rags!
-
- -SUFFOLK -
-Ay, but these rags are no part of the duke:
-Jove sometimes went disguised, and why not I?
-
- -Captain -
-But Jove was never slain, as thou shalt be.
-
- -SUFFOLK -
-Obscure and lowly swain, King Henry's blood,
-The honourable blood of Lancaster,
-Must not be shed by such a jaded groom.
-Hast thou not kiss'd thy hand and held my stirrup?
-Bare-headed plodded by my foot-cloth mule
-And thought thee happy when I shook my head?
-How often hast thou waited at my cup,
-Fed from my trencher, kneel'd down at the board.
-When I have feasted with Queen Margaret?
-Remember it and let it make thee crest-fall'n,
-Ay, and allay this thy abortive pride;
-How in our voiding lobby hast thou stood
-And duly waited for my coming forth?
-This hand of mine hath writ in thy behalf,
-And therefore shall it charm thy riotous tongue.
-
- -WHITMORE -
-Speak, captain, shall I stab the forlorn swain?
-
- -Captain -
-First let my words stab him, as he hath me.
-
- -SUFFOLK -
-Base slave, thy words are blunt and so art thou.
-
- -Captain -
-Convey him hence and on our longboat's side
-Strike off his head.
-
- -SUFFOLK -
-Thou darest not, for thy own.
-
- -Captain -
-Yes, Pole.
-
- -SUFFOLK -
- Pole!
-
- -Captain -
- Pool! Sir Pool! lord!
-Ay, kennel, puddle, sink; whose filth and dirt
-Troubles the silver spring where England drinks.
-Now will I dam up this thy yawning mouth
-For swallowing the treasure of the realm:
-Thy lips that kiss'd the queen shall sweep the ground;
-And thou that smiledst at good Duke Humphrey's death,
-Against the senseless winds shalt grin in vain,
-Who in contempt shall hiss at thee again:
-And wedded be thou to the hags of hell,
-For daring to affy a mighty lord
-Unto the daughter of a worthless king,
-Having neither subject, wealth, nor diadem.
-By devilish policy art thou grown great,
-And, like ambitious Sylla, overgorged
-With gobbets of thy mother's bleeding heart.
-By thee Anjou and Maine were sold to France,
-The false revolting Normans thorough thee
-Disdain to call us lord, and Picardy
-Hath slain their governors, surprised our forts,
-And sent the ragged soldiers wounded home.
-The princely Warwick, and the Nevils all,
-Whose dreadful swords were never drawn in vain,
-As hating thee, are rising up in arms:
-And now the house of York, thrust from the crown
-By shameful murder of a guiltless king
-And lofty proud encroaching tyranny,
-Burns with revenging fire; whose hopeful colours
-Advance our half-faced sun, striving to shine,
-Under the which is writ 'Invitis nubibus.'
-The commons here in Kent are up in arms:
-And, to conclude, reproach and beggary
-Is crept into the palace of our king.
-And all by thee. Away! convey him hence.
-
- -SUFFOLK -
-O that I were a god, to shoot forth thunder
-Upon these paltry, servile, abject drudges!
-Small things make base men proud: this villain here,
-Being captain of a pinnace, threatens more
-Than Bargulus the strong Illyrian pirate.
-Drones suck not eagles' blood but rob beehives:
-It is impossible that I should die
-By such a lowly vassal as thyself.
-Thy words move rage and not remorse in me:
-I go of message from the queen to France;
-I charge thee waft me safely cross the Channel.
-
- -Captain -
-Walter,--
-
- -WHITMORE -
-Come, Suffolk, I must waft thee to thy death.
-
- -SUFFOLK -
-Gelidus timor occupat artus it is thee I fear.
-
- -WHITMORE -
-Thou shalt have cause to fear before I leave thee.
-What, are ye daunted now? now will ye stoop?
-
- -First Gentleman -
-My gracious lord, entreat him, speak him fair.
-
- -SUFFOLK -
-Suffolk's imperial tongue is stern and rough,
-Used to command, untaught to plead for favour.
-Far be it we should honour such as these
-With humble suit: no, rather let my head
-Stoop to the block than these knees bow to any
-Save to the God of heaven and to my king;
-And sooner dance upon a bloody pole
-Than stand uncover'd to the vulgar groom.
-True nobility is exempt from fear:
-More can I bear than you dare execute.
-
- -Captain -
-Hale him away, and let him talk no more.
-
- -SUFFOLK -
-Come, soldiers, show what cruelty ye can,
-That this my death may never be forgot!
-Great men oft die by vile bezonians:
-A Roman sworder and banditto slave
-Murder'd sweet Tully; Brutus' bastard hand
-Stabb'd Julius Caesar; savage islanders
-Pompey the Great; and Suffolk dies by pirates.
-

Exeunt Whitmore and others with Suffolk

-
- -Captain -
-And as for these whose ransom we have set,
-It is our pleasure one of them depart;
-Therefore come you with us and let him go.
-

Exeunt all but the First Gentleman

-

Re-enter WHITMORE with SUFFOLK's body

-
- -WHITMORE -
-There let his head and lifeless body lie,
-Until the queen his mistress bury it.
-

Exit

-
- -First Gentleman -
-O barbarous and bloody spectacle!
-His body will I bear unto the king:
-If he revenge it not, yet will his friends;
-So will the queen, that living held him dear.
-

Exit with the body

-
-

SCENE II. Blackheath.

-

-Enter GEORGE BEVIS and JOHN HOLLAND -
- -BEVIS -
-Come, and get thee a sword, though made of a lath;
-they have been up these two days.
-
- -HOLLAND -
-They have the more need to sleep now, then.
-
- -BEVIS -
-I tell thee, Jack Cade the clothier means to dress
-the commonwealth, and turn it, and set a new nap upon it.
-
- -HOLLAND -
-So he had need, for 'tis threadbare. Well, I say it
-was never merry world in England since gentlemen came up.
-
- -BEVIS -
-O miserable age! virtue is not regarded in handicrafts-men.
-
- -HOLLAND -
-The nobility think scorn to go in leather aprons.
-
- -BEVIS -
-Nay, more, the king's council are no good workmen.
-
- -HOLLAND -
-True; and yet it is said, labour in thy vocation;
-which is as much to say as, let the magistrates be
-labouring men; and therefore should we be
-magistrates.
-
- -BEVIS -
-Thou hast hit it; for there's no better sign of a
-brave mind than a hard hand.
-
- -HOLLAND -
-I see them! I see them! there's Best's son, the
-tanner of Wingham,--
-
- -BEVIS -
-He shall have the skin of our enemies, to make
-dog's-leather of.
-
- -HOLLAND -
-And Dick the Butcher,--
-
- -BEVIS -
-Then is sin struck down like an ox, and iniquity's
-throat cut like a calf.
-
- -HOLLAND -
-And Smith the weaver,--
-
- -BEVIS -
-Argo, their thread of life is spun.
-
- -HOLLAND -
-Come, come, let's fall in with them.
-

Drum. Enter CADE, DICK the Butcher, SMITH the Weaver, and a Sawyer, with infinite numbers

-
- -CADE -
-We John Cade, so termed of our supposed father,--
-
- -DICK -
-[Aside] Or rather, of stealing a cade of herrings.
-
- -CADE -
-For our enemies shall fall before us, inspired with
-the spirit of putting down kings and princes,
---Command silence.
-
- -DICK -
-Silence!
-
- -CADE -
-My father was a Mortimer,--
-
- -DICK -
-[Aside] He was an honest man, and a good
-bricklayer.
-
- -CADE -
-My mother a Plantagenet,--
-
- -DICK -
-[Aside] I knew her well; she was a midwife.
-
- -CADE -
-My wife descended of the Lacies,--
-
- -DICK -
-[Aside] She was, indeed, a pedler's daughter, and
-sold many laces.
-
- -SMITH -
-[Aside] But now of late, notable to travel with her
-furred pack, she washes bucks here at home.
-
- -CADE -
-Therefore am I of an honourable house.
-
- -DICK -
-[Aside] Ay, by my faith, the field is honourable;
-and there was he borne, under a hedge, for his
-father had never a house but the cage.
-
- -CADE -
-Valiant I am.
-
- -SMITH -
-[Aside] A' must needs; for beggary is valiant.
-
- -CADE -
-I am able to endure much.
-
- -DICK -
-[Aside] No question of that; for I have seen him
-whipped three market-days together.
-
- -CADE -
-I fear neither sword nor fire.
-
- -SMITH -
-[Aside] He need not fear the sword; for his coat is of proof.
-
- -DICK -
-[Aside] But methinks he should stand in fear of
-fire, being burnt i' the hand for stealing of sheep.
-
- -CADE -
-Be brave, then; for your captain is brave, and vows
-reformation. There shall be in England seven
-halfpenny loaves sold for a penny: the three-hooped
-pot; shall have ten hoops and I will make it felony
-to drink small beer: all the realm shall be in
-common; and in Cheapside shall my palfrey go to
-grass: and when I am king, as king I will be,--
-
- -ALL -
-God save your majesty!
-
- -CADE -
-I thank you, good people: there shall be no money;
-all shall eat and drink on my score; and I will
-apparel them all in one livery, that they may agree
-like brothers and worship me their lord.
-
- -DICK -
-The first thing we do, let's kill all the lawyers.
-
- -CADE -
-Nay, that I mean to do. Is not this a lamentable
-thing, that of the skin of an innocent lamb should
-be made parchment? that parchment, being scribbled
-o'er, should undo a man? Some say the bee stings:
-but I say, 'tis the bee's wax; for I did but seal
-once to a thing, and I was never mine own man
-since. How now! who's there?
-

Enter some, bringing forward the Clerk of Chatham

-
- -SMITH -
-The clerk of Chatham: he can write and read and
-cast accompt.
-
- -CADE -
-O monstrous!
-
- -SMITH -
-We took him setting of boys' copies.
-
- -CADE -
-Here's a villain!
-
- -SMITH -
-Has a book in his pocket with red letters in't.
-
- -CADE -
-Nay, then, he is a conjurer.
-
- -DICK -
-Nay, he can make obligations, and write court-hand.
-
- -CADE -
-I am sorry for't: the man is a proper man, of mine
-honour; unless I find him guilty, he shall not die.
-Come hither, sirrah, I must examine thee: what is thy name?
-
- -Clerk -
-Emmanuel.
-
- -DICK -
-They use to write it on the top of letters: 'twill
-go hard with you.
-
- -CADE -
-Let me alone. Dost thou use to write thy name? or
-hast thou a mark to thyself, like an honest
-plain-dealing man?
-
- -CLERK -
-Sir, I thank God, I have been so well brought up
-that I can write my name.
-
- -ALL -
-He hath confessed: away with him! he's a villain
-and a traitor.
-
- -CADE -
-Away with him, I say! hang him with his pen and
-ink-horn about his neck.
-

Exit one with the Clerk

-

Enter MICHAEL

-
- -MICHAEL -
-Where's our general?
-
- -CADE -
-Here I am, thou particular fellow.
-
- -MICHAEL -
-Fly, fly, fly! Sir Humphrey Stafford and his
-brother are hard by, with the king's forces.
-
- -CADE -
-Stand, villain, stand, or I'll fell thee down. He
-shall be encountered with a man as good as himself:
-he is but a knight, is a'?
-
- -MICHAEL -
-No.
-
- -CADE -
-To equal him, I will make myself a knight presently.
-

Kneels

-Rise up Sir John Mortimer.
-

Rises

-Now have at him!
-

Enter SIR HUMPHREY and WILLIAM STAFFORD, with drum and soldiers

-
- -SIR HUMPHREY -
-Rebellious hinds, the filth and scum of Kent,
-Mark'd for the gallows, lay your weapons down;
-Home to your cottages, forsake this groom:
-The king is merciful, if you revolt.
-
- -WILLIAM STAFFORD -
-But angry, wrathful, and inclined to blood,
-If you go forward; therefore yield, or die.
-
- -CADE -
-As for these silken-coated slaves, I pass not:
-It is to you, good people, that I speak,
-Over whom, in time to come, I hope to reign;
-For I am rightful heir unto the crown.
-
- -SIR HUMPHREY -
-Villain, thy father was a plasterer;
-And thou thyself a shearman, art thou not?
-
- -CADE -
-And Adam was a gardener.
-
- -WILLIAM STAFFORD -
-And what of that?
-
- -CADE -
-Marry, this: Edmund Mortimer, Earl of March.
-Married the Duke of Clarence' daughter, did he not?
-
- -SIR HUMPHREY -
-Ay, sir.
-
- -CADE -
-By her he had two children at one birth.
-
- -WILLIAM STAFFORD -
-That's false.
-
- -CADE -
-Ay, there's the question; but I say, 'tis true:
-The elder of them, being put to nurse,
-Was by a beggar-woman stolen away;
-And, ignorant of his birth and parentage,
-Became a bricklayer when he came to age:
-His son am I; deny it, if you can.
-
- -DICK -
-Nay, 'tis too true; therefore he shall be king.
-
- -SMITH -
-Sir, he made a chimney in my father's house, and
-the bricks are alive at this day to testify it;
-therefore deny it not.
-
- -SIR HUMPHREY -
-And will you credit this base drudge's words,
-That speaks he knows not what?
-
- -ALL -
-Ay, marry, will we; therefore get ye gone.
-
- -WILLIAM STAFFORD -
-Jack Cade, the Duke of York hath taught you this.
-
- -CADE -
-[Aside] He lies, for I invented it myself.
-Go to, sirrah, tell the king from me, that, for his
-father's sake, Henry the Fifth, in whose time boys
-went to span-counter for French crowns, I am content
-he shall reign; but I'll be protector over him.
-
- -DICK -
-And furthermore, well have the Lord Say's head for
-selling the dukedom of Maine.
-
- -CADE -
-And good reason; for thereby is England mained, and
-fain to go with a staff, but that my puissance holds
-it up. Fellow kings, I tell you that that Lord Say
-hath gelded the commonwealth, and made it an eunuch:
-and more than that, he can speak French; and
-therefore he is a traitor.
-
- -SIR HUMPHREY -
-O gross and miserable ignorance!
-
- -CADE -
-Nay, answer, if you can: the Frenchmen are our
-enemies; go to, then, I ask but this: can he that
-speaks with the tongue of an enemy be a good
-counsellor, or no?
-
- -ALL -
-No, no; and therefore we'll have his head.
-
- -WILLIAM STAFFORD -
-Well, seeing gentle words will not prevail,
-Assail them with the army of the king.
-
- -SIR HUMPHREY -
-Herald, away; and throughout every town
-Proclaim them traitors that are up with Cade;
-That those which fly before the battle ends
-May, even in their wives' and children's sight,
-Be hang'd up for example at their doors:
-And you that be the king's friends, follow me.
-

Exeunt WILLIAM STAFFORD and SIR HUMPHREY, and soldiers

-
- -CADE -
-And you that love the commons, follow me.
-Now show yourselves men; 'tis for liberty.
-We will not leave one lord, one gentleman:
-Spare none but such as go in clouted shoon;
-For they are thrifty honest men, and such
-As would, but that they dare not, take our parts.
-
- -DICK -
-They are all in order and march toward us.
-
- -CADE -
-But then are we in order when we are most
-out of order. Come, march forward.
-

Exeunt

-
-

SCENE III. Another part of Blackheath.

-

-Alarums to the fight, wherein SIR HUMPHREY and WILLIAM STAFFORD are slain. Enter CADE and the rest -
- -CADE -
-Where's Dick, the butcher of Ashford?
-
- -DICK -
-Here, sir.
-
- -CADE -
-They fell before thee like sheep and oxen, and thou
-behavedst thyself as if thou hadst been in thine own
-slaughter-house: therefore thus will I reward thee,
-the Lent shall be as long again as it is; and thou
-shalt have a licence to kill for a hundred lacking
-one.
-
- -DICK -
-I desire no more.
-
- -CADE -
-And, to speak truth, thou deservest no less. This
-monument of the victory will I bear;
-

Putting on SIR HUMPHREY'S brigandine

-and the bodies shall be dragged at my horse' heels
-till I do come to London, where we will have the
-mayor's sword borne before us.
-
- -DICK -
-If we mean to thrive and do good, break open the
-gaols and let out the prisoners.
-
- -CADE -
-Fear not that, I warrant thee. Come, let's march
-towards London.
-

Exeunt

-
-

SCENE IV. London. The palace.

-

-Enter KING HENRY VI with a supplication, and the QUEEN with SUFFOLK'S head, BUCKINGHAM and Lord SAY -
- -QUEEN MARGARET -
-Oft have I heard that grief softens the mind,
-And makes it fearful and degenerate;
-Think therefore on revenge and cease to weep.
-But who can cease to weep and look on this?
-Here may his head lie on my throbbing breast:
-But where's the body that I should embrace?
-
- -BUCKINGHAM -
-What answer makes your grace to the rebels'
-supplication?
-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-I'll send some holy bishop to entreat;
-For God forbid so many simple souls
-Should perish by the sword! And I myself,
-Rather than bloody war shall cut them short,
-Will parley with Jack Cade their general:
-But stay, I'll read it over once again.
-
- -QUEEN MARGARET -
-Ah, barbarous villains! hath this lovely face
-Ruled, like a wandering planet, over me,
-And could it not enforce them to relent,
-That were unworthy to behold the same?
-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-Lord Say, Jack Cade hath sworn to have thy head.
-
- -SAY -
-Ay, but I hope your highness shall have his.
-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-How now, madam!
-Still lamenting and mourning for Suffolk's death?
-I fear me, love, if that I had been dead,
-Thou wouldst not have mourn'd so much for me.
-
- -QUEEN MARGARET -
-No, my love, I should not mourn, but die for thee.
-

Enter a Messenger

-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-How now! what news? why comest thou in such haste?
-
- -Messenger -
-The rebels are in Southwark; fly, my lord!
-Jack Cade proclaims himself Lord Mortimer,
-Descended from the Duke of Clarence' house,
-And calls your grace usurper openly
-And vows to crown himself in Westminster.
-His army is a ragged multitude
-Of hinds and peasants, rude and merciless:
-Sir Humphrey Stafford and h is brother's death
-Hath given them heart and courage to proceed:
-All scholars, lawyers, courtiers, gentlemen,
-They call false caterpillars, and intend their death.
-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-O graceless men! they know not what they do.
-
- -BUCKINGHAM -
-My gracious lord, return to Killingworth,
-Until a power be raised to put them down.
-
- -QUEEN MARGARET -
-Ah, were the Duke of Suffolk now alive,
-These Kentish rebels would be soon appeased!
-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-Lord Say, the traitors hate thee;
-Therefore away with us to Killingworth.
-
- -SAY -
-So might your grace's person be in danger.
-The sight of me is odious in their eyes;
-And therefore in this city will I stay
-And live alone as secret as I may.
-

Enter another Messenger

-
- -Messenger -
-Jack Cade hath gotten London bridge:
-The citizens fly and forsake their houses:
-The rascal people, thirsting after prey,
-Join with the traitor, and they jointly swear
-To spoil the city and your royal court.
-
- -BUCKINGHAM -
-Then linger not, my lord, away, take horse.
-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-Come, Margaret; God, our hope, will succor us.
-
- -QUEEN MARGARET -
-My hope is gone, now Suffolk is deceased.
-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-Farewell, my lord: trust not the Kentish rebels.
-
- -BUCKINGHAM -
-Trust nobody, for fear you be betray'd.
-
- -SAY -
-The trust I have is in mine innocence,
-And therefore am I bold and resolute.
-

Exeunt

-
-

SCENE V. London. The Tower.

-

-Enter SCALES upon the Tower, walking. Then enter two or three Citizens below -
- -SCALES -
-How now! is Jack Cade slain?
-
- -First Citizen -
-No, my lord, nor likely to be slain; for they have
-won the bridge, killing all those that withstand
-them: the lord mayor craves aid of your honour from
-the Tower, to defend the city from the rebels.
-
- -SCALES -
-Such aid as I can spare you shall command;
-But I am troubled here with them myself;
-The rebels have assay'd to win the Tower.
-But get you to Smithfield, and gather head,
-And thither I will send you Matthew Goffe;
-Fight for your king, your country and your lives;
-And so, farewell, for I must hence again.
-

Exeunt

-
-

SCENE VI. London. Cannon Street.

-

-Enter CADE and the rest, and strikes his staff on London-stone -
- -CADE -
-Now is Mortimer lord of this city. And here, sitting
-upon London-stone, I charge and command that, of the
-city's cost, the pissing-conduit run nothing but
-claret wine this first year of our reign. And now
-henceforward it shall be treason for any that calls
-me other than Lord Mortimer.
-

Enter a Soldier, running

-
- -Soldier -
-Jack Cade! Jack Cade!
-
- -CADE -
-Knock him down there.
-

They kill him

-
- -SMITH -
-If this fellow be wise, he'll never call ye Jack
-Cade more: I think he hath a very fair warning.
-
- -DICK -
-My lord, there's an army gathered together in
-Smithfield.
-
- -CADE -
-Come, then, let's go fight with them; but first, go
-and set London bridge on fire; and, if you can, burn
-down the Tower too. Come, let's away.
-

Exeunt

-
-

SCENE VII. London. Smithfield.

-

-Alarums. MATTHEW GOFFE is slain, and all the rest. Then enter CADE, with his company. -
- -CADE -
-So, sirs: now go some and pull down the Savoy;
-others to the inns of court; down with them all.
-
- -DICK -
-I have a suit unto your lordship.
-
- -CADE -
-Be it a lordship, thou shalt have it for that word.
-
- -DICK -
-Only that the laws of England may come out of your mouth.
-
- -HOLLAND -
-[Aside] Mass, 'twill be sore law, then; for he was
-thrust in the mouth with a spear, and 'tis not whole
-yet.
-
- -SMITH -
-[Aside] Nay, John, it will be stinking law for his
-breath stinks with eating toasted cheese.
-
- -CADE -
-I have thought upon it, it shall be so. Away, burn
-all the records of the realm: my mouth shall be
-the parliament of England.
-
- -HOLLAND -
-[Aside] Then we are like to have biting statutes,
-unless his teeth be pulled out.
-
- -CADE -
-And henceforward all things shall be in common.
-

Enter a Messenger

-
- -Messenger -
-My lord, a prize, a prize! here's the Lord Say,
-which sold the towns in France; he that made us pay
-one and twenty fifteens, and one shilling to the
-pound, the last subsidy.
-

Enter BEVIS, with Lord SAY

-
- -CADE -
-Well, he shall be beheaded for it ten times. Ah,
-thou say, thou serge, nay, thou buckram lord! now
-art thou within point-blank of our jurisdiction
-regal. What canst thou answer to my majesty for
-giving up of Normandy unto Mounsieur Basimecu, the
-dauphin of France? Be it known unto thee by these
-presence, even the presence of Lord Mortimer, that I
-am the besom that must sweep the court clean of such
-filth as thou art. Thou hast most traitorously
-corrupted the youth of the realm in erecting a
-grammar school; and whereas, before, our forefathers
-had no other books but the score and the tally, thou
-hast caused printing to be used, and, contrary to
-the king, his crown and dignity, thou hast built a
-paper-mill. It will be proved to thy face that thou
-hast men about thee that usually talk of a noun and
-a verb, and such abominable words as no Christian
-ear can endure to hear. Thou hast appointed
-justices of peace, to call poor men before them
-about matters they were not able to answer.
-Moreover, thou hast put them in prison; and because
-they could not read, thou hast hanged them; when,
-indeed, only for that cause they have been most
-worthy to live. Thou dost ride in a foot-cloth, dost thou not?
-
- -SAY -
-What of that?
-
- -CADE -
-Marry, thou oughtest not to let thy horse wear a
-cloak, when honester men than thou go in their hose
-and doublets.
-
- -DICK -
-And work in their shirt too; as myself, for example,
-that am a butcher.
-
- -SAY -
-You men of Kent,--
-
- -DICK -
-What say you of Kent?
-
- -SAY -
-Nothing but this; 'tis 'bona terra, mala gens.'
-
- -CADE -
-Away with him, away with him! he speaks Latin.
-
- -SAY -
-Hear me but speak, and bear me where you will.
-Kent, in the Commentaries Caesar writ,
-Is term'd the civil'st place of this isle:
-Sweet is the country, because full of riches;
-The people liberal, valiant, active, wealthy;
-Which makes me hope you are not void of pity.
-I sold not Maine, I lost not Normandy,
-Yet, to recover them, would lose my life.
-Justice with favour have I always done;
-Prayers and tears have moved me, gifts could never.
-When have I aught exacted at your hands,
-But to maintain the king, the realm and you?
-Large gifts have I bestow'd on learned clerks,
-Because my book preferr'd me to the king,
-And seeing ignorance is the curse of God,
-Knowledge the wing wherewith we fly to heaven,
-Unless you be possess'd with devilish spirits,
-You cannot but forbear to murder me:
-This tongue hath parley'd unto foreign kings
-For your behoof,--
-
- -CADE -
-Tut, when struck'st thou one blow in the field?
-
- -SAY -
-Great men have reaching hands: oft have I struck
-Those that I never saw and struck them dead.
-
- -BEVIS -
-O monstrous coward! what, to come behind folks?
-
- -SAY -
-These cheeks are pale for watching for your good.
-
- -CADE -
-Give him a box o' the ear and that will make 'em red again.
-
- -SAY -
-Long sitting to determine poor men's causes
-Hath made me full of sickness and diseases.
-
- -CADE -
-Ye shall have a hempen caudle, then, and the help of hatchet.
-
- -DICK -
-Why dost thou quiver, man?
-
- -SAY -
-The palsy, and not fear, provokes me.
-
- -CADE -
-Nay, he nods at us, as who should say, I'll be even
-with you: I'll see if his head will stand steadier
-on a pole, or no. Take him away, and behead him.
-
- -SAY -
-Tell me wherein have I offended most?
-Have I affected wealth or honour? speak.
-Are my chests fill'd up with extorted gold?
-Is my apparel sumptuous to behold?
-Whom have I injured, that ye seek my death?
-These hands are free from guiltless bloodshedding,
-This breast from harbouring foul deceitful thoughts.
-O, let me live!
-
- -CADE -
-[Aside] I feel remorse in myself with his words;
-but I'll bridle it: he shall die, an it be but for
-pleading so well for his life. Away with him! he
-has a familiar under his tongue; he speaks not o'
-God's name. Go, take him away, I say, and strike
-off his head presently; and then break into his
-son-in-law's house, Sir James Cromer, and strike off
-his head, and bring them both upon two poles hither.
-
- -ALL -
-It shall be done.
-
- -SAY -
-Ah, countrymen! if when you make your prayers,
-God should be so obdurate as yourselves,
-How would it fare with your departed souls?
-And therefore yet relent, and save my life.
-
- -CADE -
-Away with him! and do as I command ye.
-

Exeunt some with Lord SAY

-The proudest peer in the realm shall not wear a head
-on his shoulders, unless he pay me tribute; there
-shall not a maid be married, but she shall pay to me
-her maidenhead ere they have it: men shall hold of
-me in capite; and we charge and command that their
-wives be as free as heart can wish or tongue can tell.
-
- -DICK -
-My lord, when shall we go to Cheapside and take up
-commodities upon our bills?
-
- -CADE -
-Marry, presently.
-
- -ALL -
-O, brave!
-

Re-enter one with the heads

-
- -CADE -
-But is not this braver? Let them kiss one another,
-for they loved well when they were alive. Now part
-them again, lest they consult about the giving up of
-some more towns in France. Soldiers, defer the
-spoil of the city until night: for with these borne
-before us, instead of maces, will we ride through
-the streets, and at every corner have them kiss. Away!
-

Exeunt

-
-

SCENE VIII. Southwark.

-

-Alarum and retreat. Enter CADE and all his rabblement -
- -CADE -
-Up Fish Street! down Saint Magnus' Corner! Kill
-and knock down! throw them into Thames!
-

Sound a parley

-What noise is this I hear? Dare any be so bold to
-sound retreat or parley, when I command them kill?
-

Enter BUCKINGHAM and CLIFFORD, attended

-
- -BUCKINGHAM -
-Ay, here they be that dare and will disturb thee:
-Know, Cade, we come ambassadors from the king
-Unto the commons whom thou hast misled;
-And here pronounce free pardon to them all
-That will forsake thee and go home in peace.
-
- -CLIFFORD -
-What say ye, countrymen? will ye relent,
-And yield to mercy whilst 'tis offer'd you;
-Or let a rebel lead you to your deaths?
-Who loves the king and will embrace his pardon,
-Fling up his cap, and say 'God save his majesty!'
-Who hateth him and honours not his father,
-Henry the Fifth, that made all France to quake,
-Shake he his weapon at us and pass by.
-
- -ALL -
-God save the king! God save the king!
-
- -CADE -
-What, Buckingham and Clifford, are ye so brave? And
-you, base peasants, do ye believe him? will you
-needs be hanged with your pardons about your necks?
-Hath my sword therefore broke through London gates,
-that you should leave me at the White Hart in
-Southwark? I thought ye would never have given out
-these arms till you had recovered your ancient
-freedom: but you are all recreants and dastards,
-and delight to live in slavery to the nobility. Let
-them break your backs with burthens, take your
-houses over your heads, ravish your wives and
-daughters before your faces: for me, I will make
-shift for one; and so, God's curse light upon you
-all!
-
- -ALL -
-We'll follow Cade, we'll follow Cade!
-
- -CLIFFORD -
-Is Cade the son of Henry the Fifth,
-That thus you do exclaim you'll go with him?
-Will he conduct you through the heart of France,
-And make the meanest of you earls and dukes?
-Alas, he hath no home, no place to fly to;
-Nor knows he how to live but by the spoil,
-Unless by robbing of your friends and us.
-Were't not a shame, that whilst you live at jar,
-The fearful French, whom you late vanquished,
-Should make a start o'er seas and vanquish you?
-Methinks already in this civil broil
-I see them lording it in London streets,
-Crying 'Villiago!' unto all they meet.
-Better ten thousand base-born Cades miscarry
-Than you should stoop unto a Frenchman's mercy.
-To France, to France, and get what you have lost;
-Spare England, for it is your native coast;
-Henry hath money, you are strong and manly;
-God on our side, doubt not of victory.
-
- -ALL -
-A Clifford! a Clifford! we'll follow the king and Clifford.
-
- -CADE -
-Was ever feather so lightly blown to and fro as this
-multitude? The name of Henry the Fifth hales them
-to an hundred mischiefs, and makes them leave me
-desolate. I see them lay their heads together to
-surprise me. My sword make way for me, for here is
-no staying. In despite of the devils and hell, have
-through the very middest of you? and heavens and
-honour be witness, that no want of resolution in me.
-but only my followers' base and ignominious
-treasons, makes me betake me to my heels.
-

Exit

-
- -BUCKINGHAM -
-What, is he fled? Go some, and follow him;
-And he that brings his head unto the king
-Shall have a thousand crowns for his reward.
-

Exeunt some of them

-Follow me, soldiers: we'll devise a mean
-To reconcile you all unto the king.
-

Exeunt

-
-

SCENE IX. Kenilworth Castle.

-

-Sound Trumpets. Enter KING HENRY VI, QUEEN MARGARET, and SOMERSET, on the terrace -
- -KING HENRY VI -
-Was ever king that joy'd an earthly throne,
-And could command no more content than I?
-No sooner was I crept out of my cradle
-But I was made a king, at nine months old.
-Was never subject long'd to be a king
-As I do long and wish to be a subject.
-

Enter BUCKINGHAM and CLIFFORD

-
- -BUCKINGHAM -
-Health and glad tidings to your majesty!
-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-Why, Buckingham, is the traitor Cade surprised?
-Or is he but retired to make him strong?
-

Enter below, multitudes, with halters about their necks

-
- -CLIFFORD -
-He is fled, my lord, and all his powers do yield;
-And humbly thus, with halters on their necks,
-Expect your highness' doom of life or death.
-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-Then, heaven, set ope thy everlasting gates,
-To entertain my vows of thanks and praise!
-Soldiers, this day have you redeemed your lives,
-And show'd how well you love your prince and country:
-Continue still in this so good a mind,
-And Henry, though he be infortunate,
-Assure yourselves, will never be unkind:
-And so, with thanks and pardon to you all,
-I do dismiss you to your several countries.
-
- -ALL -
-God save the king! God save the king!
-

Enter a Messenger

-
- -Messenger -
-Please it your grace to be advertised
-The Duke of York is newly come from Ireland,
-And with a puissant and a mighty power
-Of gallowglasses and stout kerns
-Is marching hitherward in proud array,
-And still proclaimeth, as he comes along,
-His arms are only to remove from thee
-The Duke of Somerset, whom he terms traitor.
-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-Thus stands my state, 'twixt Cade and York distress'd.
-Like to a ship that, having 'scaped a tempest,
-Is straightway calm'd and boarded with a pirate:
-But now is Cade driven back, his men dispersed;
-And now is York in arms to second him.
-I pray thee, Buckingham, go and meet him,
-And ask him what's the reason of these arms.
-Tell him I'll send Duke Edmund to the Tower;
-And, Somerset, we'll commit thee thither,
-Until his army be dismiss'd from him.
-
- -SOMERSET -
-My lord,
-I'll yield myself to prison willingly,
-Or unto death, to do my country good.
-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-In any case, be not too rough in terms;
-For he is fierce and cannot brook hard language.
-
- -BUCKINGHAM -
-I will, my lord; and doubt not so to deal
-As all things shall redound unto your good.
-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-Come, wife, let's in, and learn to govern better;
-For yet may England curse my wretched reign.
-

Flourish. Exeunt

-
-

SCENE X. Kent. IDEN's garden.

-

-Enter CADE -
- -CADE -
-Fie on ambition! fie on myself, that have a sword,
-and yet am ready to famish! These five days have I
-hid me in these woods and durst not peep out, for
-all the country is laid for me; but now am I so
-hungry that if I might have a lease of my life for a
-thousand years I could stay no longer. Wherefore,
-on a brick wall have I climbed into this garden, to
-see if I can eat grass, or pick a sallet another
-while, which is not amiss to cool a man's stomach
-this hot weather. And I think this word 'sallet'
-was born to do me good: for many a time, but for a
-sallet, my brainpan had been cleft with a brown
-bill; and many a time, when I have been dry and
-bravely marching, it hath served me instead of a
-quart pot to drink in; and now the word 'sallet'
-must serve me to feed on.
-

Enter IDEN

-
- -IDEN -
-Lord, who would live turmoiled in the court,
-And may enjoy such quiet walks as these?
-This small inheritance my father left me
-Contenteth me, and worth a monarchy.
-I seek not to wax great by others' waning,
-Or gather wealth, I care not, with what envy:
-Sufficeth that I have maintains my state
-And sends the poor well pleased from my gate.
-
- -CADE -
-Here's the lord of the soil come to seize me for a
-stray, for entering his fee-simple without leave.
-Ah, villain, thou wilt betray me, and get a thousand
-crowns of the king carrying my head to him: but
-I'll make thee eat iron like an ostrich, and swallow
-my sword like a great pin, ere thou and I part.
-
- -IDEN -
-Why, rude companion, whatsoe'er thou be,
-I know thee not; why, then, should I betray thee?
-Is't not enough to break into my garden,
-And, like a thief, to come to rob my grounds,
-Climbing my walls in spite of me the owner,
-But thou wilt brave me with these saucy terms?
-
- -CADE -
-Brave thee! ay, by the best blood that ever was
-broached, and beard thee too. Look on me well: I
-have eat no meat these five days; yet, come thou and
-thy five men, and if I do not leave you all as dead
-as a doornail, I pray God I may never eat grass more.
-
- -IDEN -
-Nay, it shall ne'er be said, while England stands,
-That Alexander Iden, an esquire of Kent,
-Took odds to combat a poor famish'd man.
-Oppose thy steadfast-gazing eyes to mine,
-See if thou canst outface me with thy looks:
-Set limb to limb, and thou art far the lesser;
-Thy hand is but a finger to my fist,
-Thy leg a stick compared with this truncheon;
-My foot shall fight with all the strength thou hast;
-And if mine arm be heaved in the air,
-Thy grave is digg'd already in the earth.
-As for words, whose greatness answers words,
-Let this my sword report what speech forbears.
-
- -CADE -
-By my valour, the most complete champion that ever I
-heard! Steel, if thou turn the edge, or cut not out
-the burly-boned clown in chines of beef ere thou
-sleep in thy sheath, I beseech God on my knees thou
-mayst be turned to hobnails.
-

Here they fight. CADE falls

-O, I am slain! famine and no other hath slain me:
-let ten thousand devils come against me, and give me
-but the ten meals I have lost, and I'll defy them
-all. Wither, garden; and be henceforth a
-burying-place to all that do dwell in this house,
-because the unconquered soul of Cade is fled.
-
- -IDEN -
-Is't Cade that I have slain, that monstrous traitor?
-Sword, I will hollow thee for this thy deed,
-And hang thee o'er my tomb when I am dead:
-Ne'er shall this blood be wiped from thy point;
-But thou shalt wear it as a herald's coat,
-To emblaze the honour that thy master got.
-
- -CADE -
-Iden, farewell, and be proud of thy victory. Tell
-Kent from me, she hath lost her best man, and exhort
-all the world to be cowards; for I, that never
-feared any, am vanquished by famine, not by valour.
-

Dies

-
- -IDEN -
-How much thou wrong'st me, heaven be my judge.
-Die, damned wretch, the curse of her that bare thee;
-And as I thrust thy body in with my sword,
-So wish I, I might thrust thy soul to hell.
-Hence will I drag thee headlong by the heels
-Unto a dunghill which shall be thy grave,
-And there cut off thy most ungracious head;
-Which I will bear in triumph to the king,
-Leaving thy trunk for crows to feed upon.
-

Exit

-

-

ACT V

-

SCENE I. Fields between Dartford and Blackheath.

-

-Enter YORK, and his army of Irish, with drum and colours -
- -YORK -
-From Ireland thus comes York to claim his right,
-And pluck the crown from feeble Henry's head:
-Ring, bells, aloud; burn, bonfires, clear and bright,
-To entertain great England's lawful king.
-Ah! sancta majestas, who would not buy thee dear?
-Let them obey that know not how to rule;
-This hand was made to handle naught but gold.
-I cannot give due action to my words,
-Except a sword or sceptre balance it:
-A sceptre shall it have, have I a soul,
-On which I'll toss the flower-de-luce of France.
-

Enter BUCKINGHAM

-Whom have we here? Buckingham, to disturb me?
-The king hath sent him, sure: I must dissemble.
-
- -BUCKINGHAM -
-York, if thou meanest well, I greet thee well.
-
- -YORK -
-Humphrey of Buckingham, I accept thy greeting.
-Art thou a messenger, or come of pleasure?
-
- -BUCKINGHAM -
-A messenger from Henry, our dread liege,
-To know the reason of these arms in peace;
-Or why thou, being a subject as I am,
-Against thy oath and true allegiance sworn,
-Should raise so great a power without his leave,
-Or dare to bring thy force so near the court.
-
- -YORK -
-[Aside] Scarce can I speak, my choler is so great:
-O, I could hew up rocks and fight with flint,
-I am so angry at these abject terms;
-And now, like Ajax Telamonius,
-On sheep or oxen could I spend my fury.
-I am far better born than is the king,
-More like a king, more kingly in my thoughts:
-But I must make fair weather yet a while,
-Till Henry be more weak and I more strong,--
-Buckingham, I prithee, pardon me,
-That I have given no answer all this while;
-My mind was troubled with deep melancholy.
-The cause why I have brought this army hither
-Is to remove proud Somerset from the king,
-Seditious to his grace and to the state.
-
- -BUCKINGHAM -
-That is too much presumption on thy part:
-But if thy arms be to no other end,
-The king hath yielded unto thy demand:
-The Duke of Somerset is in the Tower.
-
- -YORK -
-Upon thine honour, is he prisoner?
-
- -BUCKINGHAM -
-Upon mine honour, he is prisoner.
-
- -YORK -
-Then, Buckingham, I do dismiss my powers.
-Soldiers, I thank you all; disperse yourselves;
-Meet me to-morrow in St. George's field,
-You shall have pay and every thing you wish.
-And let my sovereign, virtuous Henry,
-Command my eldest son, nay, all my sons,
-As pledges of my fealty and love;
-I'll send them all as willing as I live:
-Lands, goods, horse, armour, any thing I have,
-Is his to use, so Somerset may die.
-
- -BUCKINGHAM -
-York, I commend this kind submission:
-We twain will go into his highness' tent.
-

Enter KING HENRY VI and Attendants

-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-Buckingham, doth York intend no harm to us,
-That thus he marcheth with thee arm in arm?
-
- -YORK -
-In all submission and humility
-York doth present himself unto your highness.
-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-Then what intends these forces thou dost bring?
-
- -YORK -
-To heave the traitor Somerset from hence,
-And fight against that monstrous rebel Cade,
-Who since I heard to be discomfited.
-

Enter IDEN, with CADE'S head

-
- -IDEN -
-If one so rude and of so mean condition
-May pass into the presence of a king,
-Lo, I present your grace a traitor's head,
-The head of Cade, whom I in combat slew.
-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-The head of Cade! Great God, how just art Thou!
-O, let me view his visage, being dead,
-That living wrought me such exceeding trouble.
-Tell me, my friend, art thou the man that slew him?
-
- -IDEN -
-I was, an't like your majesty.
-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-How art thou call'd? and what is thy degree?
-
- -IDEN -
-Alexander Iden, that's my name;
-A poor esquire of Kent, that loves his king.
-
- -BUCKINGHAM -
-So please it you, my lord, 'twere not amiss
-He were created knight for his good service.
-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-Iden, kneel down.
-

He kneels

-Rise up a knight.
-We give thee for reward a thousand marks,
-And will that thou henceforth attend on us.
-
- -IDEN -
-May Iden live to merit such a bounty.
-And never live but true unto his liege!
-

Rises

-

Enter QUEEN MARGARET and SOMERSET

-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-See, Buckingham, Somerset comes with the queen:
-Go, bid her hide him quickly from the duke.
-
- -QUEEN MARGARET -
-For thousand Yorks he shall not hide his head,
-But boldly stand and front him to his face.
-
- -YORK -
-How now! is Somerset at liberty?
-Then, York, unloose thy long-imprison'd thoughts,
-And let thy tongue be equal with thy heart.
-Shall I endure the sight of Somerset?
-False king! why hast thou broken faith with me,
-Knowing how hardly I can brook abuse?
-King did I call thee? no, thou art not king,
-Not fit to govern and rule multitudes,
-Which darest not, no, nor canst not rule a traitor.
-That head of thine doth not become a crown;
-Thy hand is made to grasp a palmer's staff,
-And not to grace an awful princely sceptre.
-That gold must round engirt these brows of mine,
-Whose smile and frown, like to Achilles' spear,
-Is able with the change to kill and cure.
-Here is a hand to hold a sceptre up
-And with the same to act controlling laws.
-Give place: by heaven, thou shalt rule no more
-O'er him whom heaven created for thy ruler.
-
- -SOMERSET -
-O monstrous traitor! I arrest thee, York,
-Of capital treason 'gainst the king and crown;
-Obey, audacious traitor; kneel for grace.
-
- -YORK -
-Wouldst have me kneel? first let me ask of these,
-If they can brook I bow a knee to man.
-Sirrah, call in my sons to be my bail;
-

Exit Attendant

-I know, ere they will have me go to ward,
-They'll pawn their swords for my enfranchisement.
-
- -QUEEN MARGARET -
-Call hither Clifford! bid him come amain,
-To say if that the bastard boys of York
-Shall be the surety for their traitor father.
-

Exit BUCKINGHAM

-
- -YORK -
-O blood-besotted Neapolitan,
-Outcast of Naples, England's bloody scourge!
-The sons of York, thy betters in their birth,
-Shall be their father's bail; and bane to those
-That for my surety will refuse the boys!
-

Enter EDWARD and RICHARD

-See where they come: I'll warrant they'll
-make it good.
-

Enter CLIFFORD and YOUNG CLIFFORD

-
- -QUEEN MARGARET -
-And here comes Clifford to deny their bail.
-
- -CLIFFORD -
-Health and all happiness to my lord the king!
-

Kneels

-
- -YORK -
-I thank thee, Clifford: say, what news with thee?
-Nay, do not fright us with an angry look;
-We are thy sovereign, Clifford, kneel again;
-For thy mistaking so, we pardon thee.
-
- -CLIFFORD -
-This is my king, York, I do not mistake;
-But thou mistakest me much to think I do:
-To Bedlam with him! is the man grown mad?
-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-Ay, Clifford; a bedlam and ambitious humour
-Makes him oppose himself against his king.
-
- -CLIFFORD -
-He is a traitor; let him to the Tower,
-And chop away that factious pate of his.
-
- -QUEEN MARGARET -
-He is arrested, but will not obey;
-His sons, he says, shall give their words for him.
-
- -YORK -
-Will you not, sons?
-
- -EDWARD -
-Ay, noble father, if our words will serve.
-
- -RICHARD -
-And if words will not, then our weapons shall.
-
- -CLIFFORD -
-Why, what a brood of traitors have we here!
-
- -YORK -
-Look in a glass, and call thy image so:
-I am thy king, and thou a false-heart traitor.
-Call hither to the stake my two brave bears,
-That with the very shaking of their chains
-They may astonish these fell-lurking curs:
-Bid Salisbury and Warwick come to me.
-

Enter the WARWICK and SALISBURY

-
- -CLIFFORD -
-Are these thy bears? we'll bait thy bears to death.
-And manacle the bear-ward in their chains,
-If thou darest bring them to the baiting place.
-
- -RICHARD -
-Oft have I seen a hot o'erweening cur
-Run back and bite, because he was withheld;
-Who, being suffer'd with the bear's fell paw,
-Hath clapp'd his tail between his legs and cried:
-And such a piece of service will you do,
-If you oppose yourselves to match Lord Warwick.
-
- -CLIFFORD -
-Hence, heap of wrath, foul indigested lump,
-As crooked in thy manners as thy shape!
-
- -YORK -
-Nay, we shall heat you thoroughly anon.
-
- -CLIFFORD -
-Take heed, lest by your heat you burn yourselves.
-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-Why, Warwick, hath thy knee forgot to bow?
-Old Salisbury, shame to thy silver hair,
-Thou mad misleader of thy brain-sick son!
-What, wilt thou on thy death-bed play the ruffian,
-And seek for sorrow with thy spectacles?
-O, where is faith? O, where is loyalty?
-If it be banish'd from the frosty head,
-Where shall it find a harbour in the earth?
-Wilt thou go dig a grave to find out war,
-And shame thine honourable age with blood?
-Why art thou old, and want'st experience?
-Or wherefore dost abuse it, if thou hast it?
-For shame! in duty bend thy knee to me
-That bows unto the grave with mickle age.
-
- -SALISBURY -
-My lord, I have consider'd with myself
-The title of this most renowned duke;
-And in my conscience do repute his grace
-The rightful heir to England's royal seat.
-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-Hast thou not sworn allegiance unto me?
-
- -SALISBURY -
-I have.
-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-Canst thou dispense with heaven for such an oath?
-
- -SALISBURY -
-It is great sin to swear unto a sin,
-But greater sin to keep a sinful oath.
-Who can be bound by any solemn vow
-To do a murderous deed, to rob a man,
-To force a spotless virgin's chastity,
-To reave the orphan of his patrimony,
-To wring the widow from her custom'd right,
-And have no other reason for this wrong
-But that he was bound by a solemn oath?
-
- -QUEEN MARGARET -
-A subtle traitor needs no sophister.
-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-Call Buckingham, and bid him arm himself.
-
- -YORK -
-Call Buckingham, and all the friends thou hast,
-I am resolved for death or dignity.
-
- -CLIFFORD -
-The first I warrant thee, if dreams prove true.
-
- -WARWICK -
-You were best to go to bed and dream again,
-To keep thee from the tempest of the field.
-
- -CLIFFORD -
-I am resolved to bear a greater storm
-Than any thou canst conjure up to-day;
-And that I'll write upon thy burgonet,
-Might I but know thee by thy household badge.
-
- -WARWICK -
-Now, by my father's badge, old Nevil's crest,
-The rampant bear chain'd to the ragged staff,
-This day I'll wear aloft my burgonet,
-As on a mountain top the cedar shows
-That keeps his leaves in spite of any storm,
-Even to affright thee with the view thereof.
-
- -CLIFFORD -
-And from thy burgonet I'll rend thy bear
-And tread it under foot with all contempt,
-Despite the bear-ward that protects the bear.
-
- -YOUNG CLIFFORD -
-And so to arms, victorious father,
-To quell the rebels and their complices.
-
- -RICHARD -
-Fie! charity, for shame! speak not in spite,
-For you shall sup with Jesu Christ to-night.
-
- -YOUNG CLIFFORD -
-Foul stigmatic, that's more than thou canst tell.
-
- -RICHARD -
-If not in heaven, you'll surely sup in hell.
-

Exeunt severally

-
-

SCENE II. Saint Alban's.

-

-Alarums to the battle. Enter WARWICK -
- -WARWICK -
-Clifford of Cumberland, 'tis Warwick calls:
-And if thou dost not hide thee from the bear,
-Now, when the angry trumpet sounds alarum
-And dead men's cries do fill the empty air,
-Clifford, I say, come forth and fight with me:
-Proud northern lord, Clifford of Cumberland,
-Warwick is hoarse with calling thee to arms.
-

Enter YORK

-How now, my noble lord? what, all afoot?
-
- -YORK -
-The deadly-handed Clifford slew my steed,
-But match to match I have encounter'd him
-And made a prey for carrion kites and crows
-Even of the bonny beast he loved so well.
-

Enter CLIFFORD

-
- -WARWICK -
-Of one or both of us the time is come.
-
- -YORK -
-Hold, Warwick, seek thee out some other chase,
-For I myself must hunt this deer to death.
-
- -WARWICK -
-Then, nobly, York; 'tis for a crown thou fight'st.
-As I intend, Clifford, to thrive to-day,
-It grieves my soul to leave thee unassail'd.
-

Exit

-
- -CLIFFORD -
-What seest thou in me, York? why dost thou pause?
-
- -YORK -
-With thy brave bearing should I be in love,
-But that thou art so fast mine enemy.
-
- -CLIFFORD -
-Nor should thy prowess want praise and esteem,
-But that 'tis shown ignobly and in treason.
-
- -YORK -
-So let it help me now against thy sword
-As I in justice and true right express it.
-
- -CLIFFORD -
-My soul and body on the action both!
-
- -YORK -
-A dreadful lay! Address thee instantly.
-

They fight, and CLIFFORD falls

-
- -CLIFFORD -
-La fin couronne les oeuvres.
-

Dies

-
- -YORK -
-Thus war hath given thee peace, for thou art still.
-Peace with his soul, heaven, if it be thy will!
-

Exit

-

Enter YOUNG CLIFFORD

-
- -YOUNG CLIFFORD -
-Shame and confusion! all is on the rout;
-Fear frames disorder, and disorder wounds
-Where it should guard. O war, thou son of hell,
-Whom angry heavens do make their minister
-Throw in the frozen bosoms of our part
-Hot coals of vengeance! Let no soldier fly.
-He that is truly dedicate to war
-Hath no self-love, nor he that loves himself
-Hath not essentially but by circumstance
-The name of valour.
-

Seeing his dead father

-O, let the vile world end,
-And the premised flames of the last day
-Knit earth and heaven together!
-Now let the general trumpet blow his blast,
-Particularities and petty sounds
-To cease! Wast thou ordain'd, dear father,
-To lose thy youth in peace, and to achieve
-The silver livery of advised age,
-And, in thy reverence and thy chair-days, thus
-To die in ruffian battle? Even at this sight
-My heart is turn'd to stone: and while 'tis mine,
-It shall be stony. York not our old men spares;
-No more will I their babes: tears virginal
-Shall be to me even as the dew to fire,
-And beauty that the tyrant oft reclaims
-Shall to my flaming wrath be oil and flax.
-Henceforth I will not have to do with pity:
-Meet I an infant of the house of York,
-Into as many gobbets will I cut it
-As wild Medea young Absyrtus did:
-In cruelty will I seek out my fame.
-Come, thou new ruin of old Clifford's house:
-As did AEneas old Anchises bear,
-So bear I thee upon my manly shoulders;
-But then AEneas bare a living load,
-Nothing so heavy as these woes of mine.
-

Exit, bearing off his father

-

Enter RICHARD and SOMERSET to fight. SOMERSET is killed

-
- -RICHARD -
-So, lie thou there;
-For underneath an alehouse' paltry sign,
-The Castle in Saint Alban's, Somerset
-Hath made the wizard famous in his death.
-Sword, hold thy temper; heart, be wrathful still:
-Priests pray for enemies, but princes kill.
-

Exit

-

Fight: excursions. Enter KING HENRY VI, QUEEN MARGARET, and others

-
- -QUEEN MARGARET -
-Away, my lord! you are slow; for shame, away!
-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-Can we outrun the heavens? good Margaret, stay.
-
- -QUEEN MARGARET -
-What are you made of? you'll nor fight nor fly:
-Now is it manhood, wisdom and defence,
-To give the enemy way, and to secure us
-By what we can, which can no more but fly.
-

Alarum afar off

-If you be ta'en, we then should see the bottom
-Of all our fortunes: but if we haply scape,
-As well we may, if not through your neglect,
-We shall to London get, where you are loved
-And where this breach now in our fortunes made
-May readily be stopp'd.
-

Re-enter YOUNG CLIFFORD

-
- -YOUNG CLIFFORD -
-But that my heart's on future mischief set,
-I would speak blasphemy ere bid you fly:
-But fly you must; uncurable discomfit
-Reigns in the hearts of all our present parts.
-Away, for your relief! and we will live
-To see their day and them our fortune give:
-Away, my lord, away!
-

Exeunt

-
-

SCENE III. Fields near St. Alban's.

-

-Alarum. Retreat. Enter YORK, RICHARD, WARWICK, and Soldiers, with drum and colours -
- -YORK -
-Of Salisbury, who can report of him,
-That winter lion, who in rage forgets
-Aged contusions and all brush of time,
-And, like a gallant in the brow of youth,
-Repairs him with occasion? This happy day
-Is not itself, nor have we won one foot,
-If Salisbury be lost.
-
- -RICHARD -
-My noble father,
-Three times to-day I holp him to his horse,
-Three times bestrid him; thrice I led him off,
-Persuaded him from any further act:
-But still, where danger was, still there I met him;
-And like rich hangings in a homely house,
-So was his will in his old feeble body.
-But, noble as he is, look where he comes.
-

Enter SALISBURY

-
- -SALISBURY -
-Now, by my sword, well hast thou fought to-day;
-By the mass, so did we all. I thank you, Richard:
-God knows how long it is I have to live;
-And it hath pleased him that three times to-day
-You have defended me from imminent death.
-Well, lords, we have not got that which we have:
-'Tis not enough our foes are this time fled,
-Being opposites of such repairing nature.
-
- -YORK -
-I know our safety is to follow them;
-For, as I hear, the king is fled to London,
-To call a present court of parliament.
-Let us pursue him ere the writs go forth.
-What says Lord Warwick? shall we after them?
-
- -WARWICK -
-After them! nay, before them, if we can.
-Now, by my faith, lords, 'twas a glorious day:
-Saint Alban's battle won by famous York
-Shall be eternized in all age to come.
-Sound drums and trumpets, and to London all:
-And more such days as these to us befall!
-

Exeunt

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- Shakespeare homepage - | Henry VI, part 2 -
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Entire play in one page

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-Act 1, Scene 1: London. The palace.
-Act 1, Scene 2: GLOUCESTER'S house.
-Act 1, Scene 3: The palace.
-Act 1, Scene 4: GLOUCESTER's garden.
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-Act 2, Scene 1: Saint Alban's.
-Act 2, Scene 2: London. YORK'S garden.
-Act 2, Scene 3: A hall of justice.
-Act 2, Scene 4: A street.
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-Act 3, Scene 1: The Abbey at Bury St. Edmund's.
-Act 3, Scene 2: Bury St. Edmund's. A room of state.
-Act 3, Scene 3: A bedchamber.
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-Act 4, Scene 1: The coast of Kent.
-Act 4, Scene 2: Blackheath.
-Act 4, Scene 3: Another part of Blackheath.
-Act 4, Scene 4: London. The palace.
-Act 4, Scene 5: London. The Tower.
-Act 4, Scene 6: London. Cannon Street.
-Act 4, Scene 7: London. Smithfield.
-Act 4, Scene 8: Southwark.
-Act 4, Scene 9: Kenilworth Castle.
-Act 4, Scene 10: Kent. IDEN's garden.
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-Act 5, Scene 1: Fields between Dartford and Blackheath.
-Act 5, Scene 2: Saint Alban's.
-Act 5, Scene 3: Fields near St. Alban's.
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The Second part of King Henry the Sixth +
+ Shakespeare homepage + | Henry VI, part 2 + | Act 1, Scene 1 +
+ Next scene +
+ +

SCENE I. London. The palace.

+ +

+Flourish of trumpets: then hautboys. Enter KING HENRY VI, GLOUCESTER, SALISBURY, WARWICK, and CARDINAL, on the one side; QUEEN MARGARET, SUFFOLK, YORK, SOMERSET, and BUCKINGHAM, on the other +
+ +SUFFOLK +
+As by your high imperial majesty
+I had in charge at my depart for France,
+As procurator to your excellence,
+To marry Princess Margaret for your grace,
+So, in the famous ancient city, Tours,
+In presence of the Kings of France and Sicil,
+The Dukes of Orleans, Calaber, Bretagne and Alencon,
+Seven earls, twelve barons and twenty reverend bishops,
+I have perform'd my task and was espoused:
+And humbly now upon my bended knee,
+In sight of England and her lordly peers,
+Deliver up my title in the queen
+To your most gracious hands, that are the substance
+Of that great shadow I did represent;
+The happiest gift that ever marquess gave,
+The fairest queen that ever king received.
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+Suffolk, arise. Welcome, Queen Margaret:
+I can express no kinder sign of love
+Than this kind kiss. O Lord, that lends me life,
+Lend me a heart replete with thankfulness!
+For thou hast given me in this beauteous face
+A world of earthly blessings to my soul,
+If sympathy of love unite our thoughts.
+
+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+Great King of England and my gracious lord,
+The mutual conference that my mind hath had,
+By day, by night, waking and in my dreams,
+In courtly company or at my beads,
+With you, mine alder-liefest sovereign,
+Makes me the bolder to salute my king
+With ruder terms, such as my wit affords
+And over-joy of heart doth minister.
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+Her sight did ravish; but her grace in speech,
+Her words y-clad with wisdom's majesty,
+Makes me from wondering fall to weeping joys;
+Such is the fulness of my heart's content.
+Lords, with one cheerful voice welcome my love.
+
+ +ALL +
+[Kneeling] Long live Queen Margaret, England's
+happiness!
+
+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+We thank you all.
+

Flourish

+
+ +SUFFOLK +
+My lord protector, so it please your grace,
+Here are the articles of contracted peace
+Between our sovereign and the French king Charles,
+For eighteen months concluded by consent.
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+[Reads] 'Imprimis, it is agreed between the French
+king Charles, and William de la Pole, Marquess of
+Suffolk, ambassador for Henry King of England, that
+the said Henry shall espouse the Lady Margaret,
+daughter unto Reignier King of Naples, Sicilia and
+Jerusalem, and crown her Queen of England ere the
+thirtieth of May next ensuing. Item, that the duchy
+of Anjou and the county of Maine shall be released
+and delivered to the king her father'--
+

Lets the paper fall

+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+Uncle, how now!
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+ Pardon me, gracious lord;
+Some sudden qualm hath struck me at the heart
+And dimm'd mine eyes, that I can read no further.
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+Uncle of Winchester, I pray, read on.
+
+ +CARDINAL +
+[Reads] 'Item, It is further agreed between them,
+that the duchies of Anjou and Maine shall be
+released and delivered over to the king her father,
+and she sent over of the King of England's own
+proper cost and charges, without having any dowry.'
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+They please us well. Lord marquess, kneel down:
+We here create thee the first duke of Suffolk,
+And gird thee with the sword. Cousin of York,
+We here discharge your grace from being regent
+I' the parts of France, till term of eighteen months
+Be full expired. Thanks, uncle Winchester,
+Gloucester, York, Buckingham, Somerset,
+Salisbury, and Warwick;
+We thank you all for the great favour done,
+In entertainment to my princely queen.
+Come, let us in, and with all speed provide
+To see her coronation be perform'd.
+

Exeunt KING HENRY VI, QUEEN MARGARET, and SUFFOLK

+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+Brave peers of England, pillars of the state,
+To you Duke Humphrey must unload his grief,
+Your grief, the common grief of all the land.
+What! did my brother Henry spend his youth,
+His valour, coin and people, in the wars?
+Did he so often lodge in open field,
+In winter's cold and summer's parching heat,
+To conquer France, his true inheritance?
+And did my brother Bedford toil his wits,
+To keep by policy what Henry got?
+Have you yourselves, Somerset, Buckingham,
+Brave York, Salisbury, and victorious Warwick,
+Received deep scars in France and Normandy?
+Or hath mine uncle Beaufort and myself,
+With all the learned council of the realm,
+Studied so long, sat in the council-house
+Early and late, debating to and fro
+How France and Frenchmen might be kept in awe,
+And had his highness in his infancy
+Crowned in Paris in despite of foes?
+And shall these labours and these honours die?
+Shall Henry's conquest, Bedford's vigilance,
+Your deeds of war and all our counsel die?
+O peers of England, shameful is this league!
+Fatal this marriage, cancelling your fame,
+Blotting your names from books of memory,
+Razing the characters of your renown,
+Defacing monuments of conquer'd France,
+Undoing all, as all had never been!
+
+ +CARDINAL +
+Nephew, what means this passionate discourse,
+This peroration with such circumstance?
+For France, 'tis ours; and we will keep it still.
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+Ay, uncle, we will keep it, if we can;
+But now it is impossible we should:
+Suffolk, the new-made duke that rules the roast,
+Hath given the duchy of Anjou and Maine
+Unto the poor King Reignier, whose large style
+Agrees not with the leanness of his purse.
+
+ +SALISBURY +
+Now, by the death of Him that died for all,
+These counties were the keys of Normandy.
+But wherefore weeps Warwick, my valiant son?
+
+ +WARWICK +
+For grief that they are past recovery:
+For, were there hope to conquer them again,
+My sword should shed hot blood, mine eyes no tears.
+Anjou and Maine! myself did win them both;
+Those provinces these arms of mine did conquer:
+And are the cities, that I got with wounds,
+Delivered up again with peaceful words?
+Mort Dieu!
+
+ +YORK +
+For Suffolk's duke, may he be suffocate,
+That dims the honour of this warlike isle!
+France should have torn and rent my very heart,
+Before I would have yielded to this league.
+I never read but England's kings have had
+Large sums of gold and dowries with their wives:
+And our King Henry gives away his own,
+To match with her that brings no vantages.
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+A proper jest, and never heard before,
+That Suffolk should demand a whole fifteenth
+For costs and charges in transporting her!
+She should have stayed in France and starved
+in France, Before--
+
+ +CARDINAL +
+My Lord of Gloucester, now ye grow too hot:
+It was the pleasure of my lord the King.
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+My Lord of Winchester, I know your mind;
+'Tis not my speeches that you do mislike,
+But 'tis my presence that doth trouble ye.
+Rancour will out: proud prelate, in thy face
+I see thy fury: if I longer stay,
+We shall begin our ancient bickerings.
+Lordings, farewell; and say, when I am gone,
+I prophesied France will be lost ere long.
+

Exit

+
+ +CARDINAL +
+So, there goes our protector in a rage.
+'Tis known to you he is mine enemy,
+Nay, more, an enemy unto you all,
+And no great friend, I fear me, to the king.
+Consider, lords, he is the next of blood,
+And heir apparent to the English crown:
+Had Henry got an empire by his marriage,
+And all the wealthy kingdoms of the west,
+There's reason he should be displeased at it.
+Look to it, lords! let not his smoothing words
+Bewitch your hearts; be wise and circumspect.
+What though the common people favour him,
+Calling him 'Humphrey, the good Duke of
+Gloucester,'
+Clapping their hands, and crying with loud voice,
+'Jesu maintain your royal excellence!'
+With 'God preserve the good Duke Humphrey!'
+I fear me, lords, for all this flattering gloss,
+He will be found a dangerous protector.
+
+ +BUCKINGHAM +
+Why should he, then, protect our sovereign,
+He being of age to govern of himself?
+Cousin of Somerset, join you with me,
+And all together, with the Duke of Suffolk,
+We'll quickly hoise Duke Humphrey from his seat.
+
+ +CARDINAL +
+This weighty business will not brook delay:
+I'll to the Duke of Suffolk presently.
+

Exit

+
+ +SOMERSET +
+Cousin of Buckingham, though Humphrey's pride
+And greatness of his place be grief to us,
+Yet let us watch the haughty cardinal:
+His insolence is more intolerable
+Than all the princes in the land beside:
+If Gloucester be displaced, he'll be protector.
+
+ +BUCKINGHAM +
+Or thou or I, Somerset, will be protector,
+Despite Duke Humphrey or the cardinal.
+

Exeunt BUCKINGHAM and SOMERSET

+
+ +SALISBURY +
+Pride went before, ambition follows him.
+While these do labour for their own preferment,
+Behoves it us to labour for the realm.
+I never saw but Humphrey Duke of Gloucester
+Did bear him like a noble gentleman.
+Oft have I seen the haughty cardinal,
+More like a soldier than a man o' the church,
+As stout and proud as he were lord of all,
+Swear like a ruffian and demean himself
+Unlike the ruler of a commonweal.
+Warwick, my son, the comfort of my age,
+Thy deeds, thy plainness and thy housekeeping,
+Hath won the greatest favour of the commons,
+Excepting none but good Duke Humphrey:
+And, brother York, thy acts in Ireland,
+In bringing them to civil discipline,
+Thy late exploits done in the heart of France,
+When thou wert regent for our sovereign,
+Have made thee fear'd and honour'd of the people:
+Join we together, for the public good,
+In what we can, to bridle and suppress
+The pride of Suffolk and the cardinal,
+With Somerset's and Buckingham's ambition;
+And, as we may, cherish Duke Humphrey's deeds,
+While they do tend the profit of the land.
+
+ +WARWICK +
+So God help Warwick, as he loves the land,
+And common profit of his country!
+
+ +YORK +
+[Aside] And so says York, for he hath greatest cause.
+
+ +SALISBURY +
+Then let's make haste away, and look unto the main.
+
+ +WARWICK +
+Unto the main! O father, Maine is lost;
+That Maine which by main force Warwick did win,
+And would have kept so long as breath did last!
+Main chance, father, you meant; but I meant Maine,
+Which I will win from France, or else be slain,
+

Exeunt WARWICK and SALISBURY

+
+ +YORK +
+Anjou and Maine are given to the French;
+Paris is lost; the state of Normandy
+Stands on a tickle point, now they are gone:
+Suffolk concluded on the articles,
+The peers agreed, and Henry was well pleased
+To change two dukedoms for a duke's fair daughter.
+I cannot blame them all: what is't to them?
+'Tis thine they give away, and not their own.
+Pirates may make cheap pennyworths of their pillage
+And purchase friends and give to courtezans,
+Still revelling like lords till all be gone;
+While as the silly owner of the goods
+Weeps over them and wrings his hapless hands
+And shakes his head and trembling stands aloof,
+While all is shared and all is borne away,
+Ready to starve and dare not touch his own:
+So York must sit and fret and bite his tongue,
+While his own lands are bargain'd for and sold.
+Methinks the realms of England, France and Ireland
+Bear that proportion to my flesh and blood
+As did the fatal brand Althaea burn'd
+Unto the prince's heart of Calydon.
+Anjou and Maine both given unto the French!
+Cold news for me, for I had hope of France,
+Even as I have of fertile England's soil.
+A day will come when York shall claim his own;
+And therefore I will take the Nevils' parts
+And make a show of love to proud Duke Humphrey,
+And, when I spy advantage, claim the crown,
+For that's the golden mark I seek to hit:
+Nor shall proud Lancaster usurp my right,
+Nor hold the sceptre in his childish fist,
+Nor wear the diadem upon his head,
+Whose church-like humours fits not for a crown.
+Then, York, be still awhile, till time do serve:
+Watch thou and wake when others be asleep,
+To pry into the secrets of the state;
+Till Henry, surfeiting in joys of love,
+With his new bride and England's dear-bought queen,
+And Humphrey with the peers be fall'n at jars:
+Then will I raise aloft the milk-white rose,
+With whose sweet smell the air shall be perfumed;
+And in my standard bear the arms of York
+To grapple with the house of Lancaster;
+And, force perforce, I'll make him yield the crown,
+Whose bookish rule hath pull'd fair England down.
+

Exit

+
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SCENE II. GLOUCESTER'S house.

+ +

+Enter GLOUCESTER and his DUCHESS +
+ +DUCHESS +
+Why droops my lord, like over-ripen'd corn,
+Hanging the head at Ceres' plenteous load?
+Why doth the great Duke Humphrey knit his brows,
+As frowning at the favours of the world?
+Why are thine eyes fixed to the sullen earth,
+Gazing on that which seems to dim thy sight?
+What seest thou there? King Henry's diadem,
+Enchased with all the honours of the world?
+If so, gaze on, and grovel on thy face,
+Until thy head be circled with the same.
+Put forth thy hand, reach at the glorious gold.
+What, is't too short? I'll lengthen it with mine:
+And, having both together heaved it up,
+We'll both together lift our heads to heaven,
+And never more abase our sight so low
+As to vouchsafe one glance unto the ground.
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+O Nell, sweet Nell, if thou dost love thy lord,
+Banish the canker of ambitious thoughts.
+And may that thought, when I imagine ill
+Against my king and nephew, virtuous Henry,
+Be my last breathing in this mortal world!
+My troublous dream this night doth make me sad.
+
+ +DUCHESS +
+What dream'd my lord? tell me, and I'll requite it
+With sweet rehearsal of my morning's dream.
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+Methought this staff, mine office-badge in court,
+Was broke in twain; by whom I have forgot,
+But, as I think, it was by the cardinal;
+And on the pieces of the broken wand
+Were placed the heads of Edmund Duke of Somerset,
+And William de la Pole, first duke of Suffolk.
+This was my dream: what it doth bode, God knows.
+
+ +DUCHESS +
+Tut, this was nothing but an argument
+That he that breaks a stick of Gloucester's grove
+Shall lose his head for his presumption.
+But list to me, my Humphrey, my sweet duke:
+Methought I sat in seat of majesty
+In the cathedral church of Westminster,
+And in that chair where kings and queens are crown'd;
+Where Henry and dame Margaret kneel'd to me
+And on my head did set the diadem.
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+Nay, Eleanor, then must I chide outright:
+Presumptuous dame, ill-nurtured Eleanor,
+Art thou not second woman in the realm,
+And the protector's wife, beloved of him?
+Hast thou not worldly pleasure at command,
+Above the reach or compass of thy thought?
+And wilt thou still be hammering treachery,
+To tumble down thy husband and thyself
+From top of honour to disgrace's feet?
+Away from me, and let me hear no more!
+
+ +DUCHESS +
+What, what, my lord! are you so choleric
+With Eleanor, for telling but her dream?
+Next time I'll keep my dreams unto myself,
+And not be cheque'd.
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+Nay, be not angry; I am pleased again.
+

Enter Messenger

+
+ +Messenger +
+My lord protector, 'tis his highness' pleasure
+You do prepare to ride unto Saint Alban's,
+Where as the king and queen do mean to hawk.
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+I go. Come, Nell, thou wilt ride with us?
+
+ +DUCHESS +
+Yes, my good lord, I'll follow presently.
+

Exeunt GLOUCESTER and Messenger

+Follow I must; I cannot go before,
+While Gloucester bears this base and humble mind.
+Were I a man, a duke, and next of blood,
+I would remove these tedious stumbling-blocks
+And smooth my way upon their headless necks;
+And, being a woman, I will not be slack
+To play my part in Fortune's pageant.
+Where are you there? Sir John! nay, fear not, man,
+We are alone; here's none but thee and I.
+

Enter HUME

+
+ +HUME +
+Jesus preserve your royal majesty!
+
+ +DUCHESS +
+What say'st thou? majesty! I am but grace.
+
+ +HUME +
+But, by the grace of God, and Hume's advice,
+Your grace's title shall be multiplied.
+
+ +DUCHESS +
+What say'st thou, man? hast thou as yet conferr'd
+With Margery Jourdain, the cunning witch,
+With Roger Bolingbroke, the conjurer?
+And will they undertake to do me good?
+
+ +HUME +
+This they have promised, to show your highness
+A spirit raised from depth of under-ground,
+That shall make answer to such questions
+As by your grace shall be propounded him.
+
+ +DUCHESS +
+It is enough; I'll think upon the questions:
+When from St. Alban's we do make return,
+We'll see these things effected to the full.
+Here, Hume, take this reward; make merry, man,
+With thy confederates in this weighty cause.
+

Exit

+
+ +HUME +
+Hume must make merry with the duchess' gold;
+Marry, and shall. But how now, Sir John Hume!
+Seal up your lips, and give no words but mum:
+The business asketh silent secrecy.
+Dame Eleanor gives gold to bring the witch:
+Gold cannot come amiss, were she a devil.
+Yet have I gold flies from another coast;
+I dare not say, from the rich cardinal
+And from the great and new-made Duke of Suffolk,
+Yet I do find it so; for to be plain,
+They, knowing Dame Eleanor's aspiring humour,
+Have hired me to undermine the duchess
+And buz these conjurations in her brain.
+They say 'A crafty knave does need no broker;'
+Yet am I Suffolk and the cardinal's broker.
+Hume, if you take not heed, you shall go near
+To call them both a pair of crafty knaves.
+Well, so it stands; and thus, I fear, at last
+Hume's knavery will be the duchess' wreck,
+And her attainture will be Humphrey's fall:
+Sort how it will, I shall have gold for all.
+

Exit

+
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The Second part of King Henry the Sixth +
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SCENE III. The palace.

+ +

+Enter three or four Petitioners, PETER, the Armourer's man, being one +
+ +First Petitioner +
+My masters, let's stand close: my lord protector
+will come this way by and by, and then we may deliver
+our supplications in the quill.
+
+ +Second Petitioner +
+Marry, the Lord protect him, for he's a good man!
+Jesu bless him!
+

Enter SUFFOLK and QUEEN MARGARET

+
+ +PETER +
+Here a' comes, methinks, and the queen with him.
+I'll be the first, sure.
+
+ +Second Petitioner +
+Come back, fool; this is the Duke of Suffolk, and
+not my lord protector.
+
+ +SUFFOLK +
+How now, fellow! would'st anything with me?
+
+ +First Petitioner +
+I pray, my lord, pardon me; I took ye for my lord
+protector.
+
+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+[Reading] 'To my Lord Protector!' Are your
+supplications to his lordship? Let me see them:
+what is thine?
+
+ +First Petitioner +
+Mine is, an't please your grace, against John
+Goodman, my lord cardinal's man, for keeping my
+house, and lands, and wife and all, from me.
+
+ +SUFFOLK +
+Thy wife, too! that's some wrong, indeed. What's
+yours? What's here!
+

Reads

+'Against the Duke of Suffolk, for enclosing the
+commons of Melford.' How now, sir knave!
+
+ +Second Petitioner +
+Alas, sir, I am but a poor petitioner of our whole township.
+
+ +PETER +
+[Giving his petition] Against my master, Thomas
+Horner, for saying that the Duke of York was rightful
+heir to the crown.
+
+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+What sayst thou? did the Duke of York say he was
+rightful heir to the crown?
+
+ +PETER +
+That my master was? no, forsooth: my master said
+that he was, and that the king was an usurper.
+
+ +SUFFOLK +
+Who is there?
+

Enter Servant

+Take this fellow in, and send for
+his master with a pursuivant presently: we'll hear
+more of your matter before the King.
+

Exit Servant with PETER

+
+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+And as for you, that love to be protected
+Under the wings of our protector's grace,
+Begin your suits anew, and sue to him.
+

Tears the supplication

+Away, base cullions! Suffolk, let them go.
+
+ +ALL +
+Come, let's be gone.
+

Exeunt

+
+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+My Lord of Suffolk, say, is this the guise,
+Is this the fashion in the court of England?
+Is this the government of Britain's isle,
+And this the royalty of Albion's king?
+What shall King Henry be a pupil still
+Under the surly Gloucester's governance?
+Am I a queen in title and in style,
+And must be made a subject to a duke?
+I tell thee, Pole, when in the city Tours
+Thou ran'st a tilt in honour of my love
+And stolest away the ladies' hearts of France,
+I thought King Henry had resembled thee
+In courage, courtship and proportion:
+But all his mind is bent to holiness,
+To number Ave-Maries on his beads;
+His champions are the prophets and apostles,
+His weapons holy saws of sacred writ,
+His study is his tilt-yard, and his loves
+Are brazen images of canonized saints.
+I would the college of the cardinals
+Would choose him pope, and carry him to Rome,
+And set the triple crown upon his head:
+That were a state fit for his holiness.
+
+ +SUFFOLK +
+Madam, be patient: as I was cause
+Your highness came to England, so will I
+In England work your grace's full content.
+
+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+Beside the haughty protector, have we Beaufort,
+The imperious churchman, Somerset, Buckingham,
+And grumbling York: and not the least of these
+But can do more in England than the king.
+
+ +SUFFOLK +
+And he of these that can do most of all
+Cannot do more in England than the Nevils:
+Salisbury and Warwick are no simple peers.
+
+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+Not all these lords do vex me half so much
+As that proud dame, the lord protector's wife.
+She sweeps it through the court with troops of ladies,
+More like an empress than Duke Humphrey's wife:
+Strangers in court do take her for the queen:
+She bears a duke's revenues on her back,
+And in her heart she scorns our poverty:
+Shall I not live to be avenged on her?
+Contemptuous base-born callet as she is,
+She vaunted 'mongst her minions t'other day,
+The very train of her worst wearing gown
+Was better worth than all my father's lands,
+Till Suffolk gave two dukedoms for his daughter.
+
+ +SUFFOLK +
+Madam, myself have limed a bush for her,
+And placed a quire of such enticing birds,
+That she will light to listen to the lays,
+And never mount to trouble you again.
+So, let her rest: and, madam, list to me;
+For I am bold to counsel you in this.
+Although we fancy not the cardinal,
+Yet must we join with him and with the lords,
+Till we have brought Duke Humphrey in disgrace.
+As for the Duke of York, this late complaint
+Will make but little for his benefit.
+So, one by one, we'll weed them all at last,
+And you yourself shall steer the happy helm.
+

Sound a sennet. Enter KING HENRY VI, GLOUCESTER, CARDINAL, BUCKINGHAM, YORK, SOMERSET, SALISBURY, WARWICK, and the DUCHESS

+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+For my part, noble lords, I care not which;
+Or Somerset or York, all's one to me.
+
+ +YORK +
+If York have ill demean'd himself in France,
+Then let him be denay'd the regentship.
+
+ +SOMERSET +
+If Somerset be unworthy of the place,
+Let York be regent; I will yield to him.
+
+ +WARWICK +
+Whether your grace be worthy, yea or no,
+Dispute not that: York is the worthier.
+
+ +CARDINAL +
+Ambitious Warwick, let thy betters speak.
+
+ +WARWICK +
+The cardinal's not my better in the field.
+
+ +BUCKINGHAM +
+All in this presence are thy betters, Warwick.
+
+ +WARWICK +
+Warwick may live to be the best of all.
+
+ +SALISBURY +
+Peace, son! and show some reason, Buckingham,
+Why Somerset should be preferred in this.
+
+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+Because the king, forsooth, will have it so.
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+Madam, the king is old enough himself
+To give his censure: these are no women's matters.
+
+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+If he be old enough, what needs your grace
+To be protector of his excellence?
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+Madam, I am protector of the realm;
+And, at his pleasure, will resign my place.
+
+ +SUFFOLK +
+Resign it then and leave thine insolence.
+Since thou wert king--as who is king but thou?--
+The commonwealth hath daily run to wreck;
+The Dauphin hath prevail'd beyond the seas;
+And all the peers and nobles of the realm
+Have been as bondmen to thy sovereignty.
+
+ +CARDINAL +
+The commons hast thou rack'd; the clergy's bags
+Are lank and lean with thy extortions.
+
+ +SOMERSET +
+Thy sumptuous buildings and thy wife's attire
+Have cost a mass of public treasury.
+
+ +BUCKINGHAM +
+Thy cruelty in execution
+Upon offenders, hath exceeded law,
+And left thee to the mercy of the law.
+
+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+They sale of offices and towns in France,
+If they were known, as the suspect is great,
+Would make thee quickly hop without thy head.
+

Exit GLOUCESTER. QUEEN MARGARET drops her fan

+Give me my fan: what, minion! can ye not?
+

She gives the DUCHESS a box on the ear

+I cry you mercy, madam; was it you?
+
+ +DUCHESS +
+Was't I! yea, I it was, proud Frenchwoman:
+Could I come near your beauty with my nails,
+I'd set my ten commandments in your face.
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+Sweet aunt, be quiet; 'twas against her will.
+
+ +DUCHESS +
+Against her will! good king, look to't in time;
+She'll hamper thee, and dandle thee like a baby:
+Though in this place most master wear no breeches,
+She shall not strike Dame Eleanor unrevenged.
+

Exit

+
+ +BUCKINGHAM +
+Lord cardinal, I will follow Eleanor,
+And listen after Humphrey, how he proceeds:
+She's tickled now; her fume needs no spurs,
+She'll gallop far enough to her destruction.
+

Exit

+

Re-enter GLOUCESTER

+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+Now, lords, my choler being over-blown
+With walking once about the quadrangle,
+I come to talk of commonwealth affairs.
+As for your spiteful false objections,
+Prove them, and I lie open to the law:
+But God in mercy so deal with my soul,
+As I in duty love my king and country!
+But, to the matter that we have in hand:
+I say, my sovereign, York is meetest man
+To be your regent in the realm of France.
+
+ +SUFFOLK +
+Before we make election, give me leave
+To show some reason, of no little force,
+That York is most unmeet of any man.
+
+ +YORK +
+I'll tell thee, Suffolk, why I am unmeet:
+First, for I cannot flatter thee in pride;
+Next, if I be appointed for the place,
+My Lord of Somerset will keep me here,
+Without discharge, money, or furniture,
+Till France be won into the Dauphin's hands:
+Last time, I danced attendance on his will
+Till Paris was besieged, famish'd, and lost.
+
+ +WARWICK +
+That can I witness; and a fouler fact
+Did never traitor in the land commit.
+
+ +SUFFOLK +
+Peace, headstrong Warwick!
+
+ +WARWICK +
+Image of pride, why should I hold my peace?
+

Enter HORNER, the Armourer, and his man PETER, guarded

+
+ +SUFFOLK +
+Because here is a man accused of treason:
+Pray God the Duke of York excuse himself!
+
+ +YORK +
+Doth any one accuse York for a traitor?
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+What mean'st thou, Suffolk; tell me, what are these?
+
+ +SUFFOLK +
+Please it your majesty, this is the man
+That doth accuse his master of high treason:
+His words were these: that Richard, Duke of York,
+Was rightful heir unto the English crown
+And that your majesty was a usurper.
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+Say, man, were these thy words?
+
+ +HORNER +
+An't shall please your majesty, I never said nor
+thought any such matter: God is my witness, I am
+falsely accused by the villain.
+
+ +PETER +
+By these ten bones, my lords, he did speak them to
+me in the garret one night, as we were scouring my
+Lord of York's armour.
+
+ +YORK +
+Base dunghill villain and mechanical,
+I'll have thy head for this thy traitor's speech.
+I do beseech your royal majesty,
+Let him have all the rigor of the law.
+
+ +HORNER +
+Alas, my lord, hang me, if ever I spake the words.
+My accuser is my 'prentice; and when I did correct
+him for his fault the other day, he did vow upon his
+knees he would be even with me: I have good
+witness of this: therefore I beseech your majesty,
+do not cast away an honest man for a villain's
+accusation.
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+Uncle, what shall we say to this in law?
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+This doom, my lord, if I may judge:
+Let Somerset be regent over the French,
+Because in York this breeds suspicion:
+And let these have a day appointed them
+For single combat in convenient place,
+For he hath witness of his servant's malice:
+This is the law, and this Duke Humphrey's doom.
+
+ +SOMERSET +
+I humbly thank your royal majesty.
+
+ +HORNER +
+And I accept the combat willingly.
+
+ +PETER +
+Alas, my lord, I cannot fight; for God's sake, pity
+my case. The spite of man prevaileth against me. O
+Lord, have mercy upon me! I shall never be able to
+fight a blow. O Lord, my heart!
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+Sirrah, or you must fight, or else be hang'd.
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+Away with them to prison; and the day of combat
+shall be the last of the next month. Come,
+Somerset, we'll see thee sent away.
+

Flourish. Exeunt

+
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SCENE IV. GLOUCESTER's garden.

+ +

+Enter MARGARET JOURDAIN, HUME, SOUTHWELL, and BOLINGBROKE +
+ +HUME +
+Come, my masters; the duchess, I tell you, expects
+performance of your promises.
+
+ +BOLINGBROKE +
+Master Hume, we are therefore provided: will her
+ladyship behold and hear our exorcisms?
+
+ +HUME +
+Ay, what else? fear you not her courage.
+
+ +BOLINGBROKE +
+I have heard her reported to be a woman of an
+invincible spirit: but it shall be convenient,
+Master Hume, that you be by her aloft, while we be
+busy below; and so, I pray you, go, in God's name,
+and leave us.
+

Exit HUME

+Mother Jourdain, be you
+prostrate and grovel on the earth; John Southwell,
+read you; and let us to our work.
+

Enter the DUCHESS aloft, HUME following

+
+ +DUCHESS +
+Well said, my masters; and welcome all. To this
+gear the sooner the better.
+
+ +BOLINGBROKE +
+Patience, good lady; wizards know their times:
+Deep night, dark night, the silent of the night,
+The time of night when Troy was set on fire;
+The time when screech-owls cry and ban-dogs howl,
+And spirits walk and ghosts break up their graves,
+That time best fits the work we have in hand.
+Madam, sit you and fear not: whom we raise,
+We will make fast within a hallow'd verge.
+

Here they do the ceremonies belonging, and make the circle; BOLINGBROKE or SOUTHWELL reads, Conjuro te, & c. It thunders and lightens terribly; then the Spirit riseth

+
+ +Spirit +
+Adsum.
+
+ +MARGARET JOURDAIN +
+Asmath,
+By the eternal God, whose name and power
+Thou tremblest at, answer that I shall ask;
+For, till thou speak, thou shalt not pass from hence.
+
+ +Spirit +
+Ask what thou wilt. That I had said and done!
+
+ +BOLINGBROKE +
+'First of the king: what shall of him become?'
+

Reading out of a paper

+
+ +Spirit +
+The duke yet lives that Henry shall depose;
+But him outlive, and die a violent death.
+

As the Spirit speaks, SOUTHWELL writes the answer

+
+ +BOLINGBROKE +
+'What fates await the Duke of Suffolk?'
+
+ +Spirit +
+By water shall he die, and take his end.
+
+ +BOLINGBROKE +
+'What shall befall the Duke of Somerset?'
+
+ +Spirit +
+Let him shun castles;
+Safer shall he be upon the sandy plains
+Than where castles mounted stand.
+Have done, for more I hardly can endure.
+
+ +BOLINGBROKE +
+Descend to darkness and the burning lake!
+False fiend, avoid!
+

Thunder and lightning. Exit Spirit

+

Enter YORK and BUCKINGHAM with their Guard and break in

+
+ +YORK +
+Lay hands upon these traitors and their trash.
+Beldam, I think we watch'd you at an inch.
+What, madam, are you there? the king and commonweal
+Are deeply indebted for this piece of pains:
+My lord protector will, I doubt it not,
+See you well guerdon'd for these good deserts.
+
+ +DUCHESS +
+Not half so bad as thine to England's king,
+Injurious duke, that threatest where's no cause.
+
+ +BUCKINGHAM +
+True, madam, none at all: what call you this?
+Away with them! let them be clapp'd up close.
+And kept asunder. You, madam, shall with us.
+Stafford, take her to thee.
+

Exeunt above DUCHESS and HUME, guarded

+We'll see your trinkets here all forthcoming.
+All, away!
+

Exeunt guard with MARGARET JOURDAIN, SOUTHWELL, & c

+
+ +YORK +
+Lord Buckingham, methinks, you watch'd her well:
+A pretty plot, well chosen to build upon!
+Now, pray, my lord, let's see the devil's writ.
+What have we here?
+

Reads

+'The duke yet lives, that Henry shall depose;
+But him outlive, and die a violent death.'
+Why, this is just
+'Aio te, AEacida, Romanos vincere posse.'
+Well, to the rest:
+'Tell me what fate awaits the Duke of Suffolk?
+By water shall he die, and take his end.
+What shall betide the Duke of Somerset?
+Let him shun castles;
+Safer shall he be upon the sandy plains
+Than where castles mounted stand.'
+Come, come, my lords;
+These oracles are hardly attain'd,
+And hardly understood.
+The king is now in progress towards Saint Alban's,
+With him the husband of this lovely lady:
+Thither go these news, as fast as horse can
+carry them:
+A sorry breakfast for my lord protector.
+
+ +BUCKINGHAM +
+Your grace shall give me leave, my Lord of York,
+To be the post, in hope of his reward.
+
+ +YORK +
+At your pleasure, my good lord. Who's within
+there, ho!
+

Enter a Servingman

+Invite my Lords of Salisbury and Warwick
+To sup with me to-morrow night. Away!
+

Exeunt

+ +
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SCENE I. Saint Alban's.

+ +

+Enter KING HENRY VI, QUEEN MARGARET, GLOUCESTER, CARDINAL, and SUFFOLK, with Falconers halloing +
+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+Believe me, lords, for flying at the brook,
+I saw not better sport these seven years' day:
+Yet, by your leave, the wind was very high;
+And, ten to one, old Joan had not gone out.
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+But what a point, my lord, your falcon made,
+And what a pitch she flew above the rest!
+To see how God in all his creatures works!
+Yea, man and birds are fain of climbing high.
+
+ +SUFFOLK +
+No marvel, an it like your majesty,
+My lord protector's hawks do tower so well;
+They know their master loves to be aloft,
+And bears his thoughts above his falcon's pitch.
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+My lord, 'tis but a base ignoble mind
+That mounts no higher than a bird can soar.
+
+ +CARDINAL +
+I thought as much; he would be above the clouds.
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+Ay, my lord cardinal? how think you by that?
+Were it not good your grace could fly to heaven?
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+The treasury of everlasting joy.
+
+ +CARDINAL +
+Thy heaven is on earth; thine eyes and thoughts
+Beat on a crown, the treasure of thy heart;
+Pernicious protector, dangerous peer,
+That smooth'st it so with king and commonweal!
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+What, cardinal, is your priesthood grown peremptory?
+Tantaene animis coelestibus irae?
+Churchmen so hot? good uncle, hide such malice;
+With such holiness can you do it?
+
+ +SUFFOLK +
+No malice, sir; no more than well becomes
+So good a quarrel and so bad a peer.
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+As who, my lord?
+
+ +SUFFOLK +
+ Why, as you, my lord,
+An't like your lordly lord-protectorship.
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+Why, Suffolk, England knows thine insolence.
+
+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+And thy ambition, Gloucester.
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+I prithee, peace, good queen,
+And whet not on these furious peers;
+For blessed are the peacemakers on earth.
+
+ +CARDINAL +
+Let me be blessed for the peace I make,
+Against this proud protector, with my sword!
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+[Aside to CARDINAL] Faith, holy uncle, would
+'twere come to that!
+
+ +CARDINAL +
+[Aside to GLOUCESTER] Marry, when thou darest.
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+[Aside to CARDINAL] Make up no factious
+numbers for the matter;
+In thine own person answer thy abuse.
+
+ +CARDINAL +
+[Aside to GLOUCESTER] Ay, where thou darest
+not peep: an if thou darest,
+This evening, on the east side of the grove.
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+How now, my lords!
+
+ +CARDINAL +
+ Believe me, cousin Gloucester,
+Had not your man put up the fowl so suddenly,
+We had had more sport.
+

Aside to GLOUCESTER

+Come with thy two-hand sword.
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+True, uncle.
+
+ +CARDINAL +
+[Aside to GLOUCESTER] Are ye advised? the
+east side of the grove?
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+[Aside to CARDINAL] Cardinal, I am with you.
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+Why, how now, uncle Gloucester!
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+Talking of hawking; nothing else, my lord.
+

Aside to CARDINAL

+Now, by God's mother, priest, I'll shave your crown for this,
+Or all my fence shall fail.
+
+ +CARDINAL +
+[Aside to GLOUCESTER] Medice, teipsum--
+Protector, see to't well, protect yourself.
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+The winds grow high; so do your stomachs, lords.
+How irksome is this music to my heart!
+When such strings jar, what hope of harmony?
+I pray, my lords, let me compound this strife.
+

Enter a Townsman of Saint Alban's, crying 'A miracle!'

+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+What means this noise?
+Fellow, what miracle dost thou proclaim?
+
+ +Townsman +
+A miracle! a miracle!
+
+ +SUFFOLK +
+Come to the king and tell him what miracle.
+
+ +Townsman +
+Forsooth, a blind man at Saint Alban's shrine,
+Within this half-hour, hath received his sight;
+A man that ne'er saw in his life before.
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+Now, God be praised, that to believing souls
+Gives light in darkness, comfort in despair!
+

Enter the Mayor of Saint Alban's and his brethren, bearing SIMPCOX, between two in a chair, SIMPCOX's Wife following

+
+ +CARDINAL +
+Here comes the townsmen on procession,
+To present your highness with the man.
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+Great is his comfort in this earthly vale,
+Although by his sight his sin be multiplied.
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+Stand by, my masters: bring him near the king;
+His highness' pleasure is to talk with him.
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+Good fellow, tell us here the circumstance,
+That we for thee may glorify the Lord.
+What, hast thou been long blind and now restored?
+
+ +SIMPCOX +
+Born blind, an't please your grace.
+
+ +Wife +
+Ay, indeed, was he.
+
+ +SUFFOLK +
+What woman is this?
+
+ +Wife +
+His wife, an't like your worship.
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+Hadst thou been his mother, thou couldst have
+better told.
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+Where wert thou born?
+
+ +SIMPCOX +
+At Berwick in the north, an't like your grace.
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+Poor soul, God's goodness hath been great to thee:
+Let never day nor night unhallow'd pass,
+But still remember what the Lord hath done.
+
+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+Tell me, good fellow, camest thou here by chance,
+Or of devotion, to this holy shrine?
+
+ +SIMPCOX +
+God knows, of pure devotion; being call'd
+A hundred times and oftener, in my sleep,
+By good Saint Alban; who said, 'Simpcox, come,
+Come, offer at my shrine, and I will help thee.'
+
+ +Wife +
+Most true, forsooth; and many time and oft
+Myself have heard a voice to call him so.
+
+ +CARDINAL +
+What, art thou lame?
+
+ +SIMPCOX +
+Ay, God Almighty help me!
+
+ +SUFFOLK +
+How camest thou so?
+
+ +SIMPCOX +
+A fall off of a tree.
+
+ +Wife +
+A plum-tree, master.
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+How long hast thou been blind?
+
+ +SIMPCOX +
+Born so, master.
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+ What, and wouldst climb a tree?
+
+ +SIMPCOX +
+But that in all my life, when I was a youth.
+
+ +Wife +
+Too true; and bought his climbing very dear.
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+Mass, thou lovedst plums well, that wouldst
+venture so.
+
+ +SIMPCOX +
+Alas, good master, my wife desired some damsons,
+And made me climb, with danger of my life.
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+A subtle knave! but yet it shall not serve.
+Let me see thine eyes: wink now: now open them:
+In my opinion yet thou seest not well.
+
+ +SIMPCOX +
+Yes, master, clear as day, I thank God and
+Saint Alban.
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+Say'st thou me so? What colour is this cloak of?
+
+ +SIMPCOX +
+Red, master; red as blood.
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+Why, that's well said. What colour is my gown of?
+
+ +SIMPCOX +
+Black, forsooth: coal-black as jet.
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+Why, then, thou know'st what colour jet is of?
+
+ +SUFFOLK +
+And yet, I think, jet did he never see.
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+But cloaks and gowns, before this day, a many.
+
+ +Wife +
+Never, before this day, in all his life.
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+Tell me, sirrah, what's my name?
+
+ +SIMPCOX +
+Alas, master, I know not.
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+What's his name?
+
+ +SIMPCOX +
+I know not.
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+Nor his?
+
+ +SIMPCOX +
+No, indeed, master.
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+What's thine own name?
+
+ +SIMPCOX +
+Saunder Simpcox, an if it please you, master.
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+Then, Saunder, sit there, the lyingest knave in
+Christendom. If thou hadst been born blind, thou
+mightest as well have known all our names as thus to
+name the several colours we do wear. Sight may
+distinguish of colours, but suddenly to nominate them
+all, it is impossible. My lords, Saint Alban here
+hath done a miracle; and would ye not think his
+cunning to be great, that could restore this cripple
+to his legs again?
+
+ +SIMPCOX +
+O master, that you could!
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+My masters of Saint Alban's, have you not beadles in
+your town, and things called whips?
+
+ +Mayor +
+Yes, my lord, if it please your grace.
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+Then send for one presently.
+
+ +Mayor +
+Sirrah, go fetch the beadle hither straight.
+

Exit an Attendant

+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+Now fetch me a stool hither by and by. Now, sirrah,
+if you mean to save yourself from whipping, leap me
+over this stool and run away.
+
+ +SIMPCOX +
+Alas, master, I am not able to stand alone:
+You go about to torture me in vain.
+

Enter a Beadle with whips

+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+Well, sir, we must have you find your legs. Sirrah
+beadle, whip him till he leap over that same stool.
+
+ +Beadle +
+I will, my lord. Come on, sirrah; off with your
+doublet quickly.
+
+ +SIMPCOX +
+Alas, master, what shall I do? I am not able to stand.
+

After the Beadle hath hit him once, he leaps over the stool and runs away; and they follow and cry, 'A miracle!'

+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+O God, seest Thou this, and bearest so long?
+
+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+It made me laugh to see the villain run.
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+Follow the knave; and take this drab away.
+
+ +Wife +
+Alas, sir, we did it for pure need.
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+Let them be whipped through every market-town, till
+they come to Berwick, from whence they came.
+

Exeunt Wife, Beadle, Mayor, & c

+
+ +CARDINAL +
+Duke Humphrey has done a miracle to-day.
+
+ +SUFFOLK +
+True; made the lame to leap and fly away.
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+But you have done more miracles than I;
+You made in a day, my lord, whole towns to fly.
+

Enter BUCKINGHAM

+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+What tidings with our cousin Buckingham?
+
+ +BUCKINGHAM +
+Such as my heart doth tremble to unfold.
+A sort of naughty persons, lewdly bent,
+Under the countenance and confederacy
+Of Lady Eleanor, the protector's wife,
+The ringleader and head of all this rout,
+Have practised dangerously against your state,
+Dealing with witches and with conjurers:
+Whom we have apprehended in the fact;
+Raising up wicked spirits from under ground,
+Demanding of King Henry's life and death,
+And other of your highness' privy-council;
+As more at large your grace shall understand.
+
+ +CARDINAL +
+[Aside to GLOUCESTER] And so, my lord protector,
+by this means
+Your lady is forthcoming yet at London.
+This news, I think, hath turn'd your weapon's edge;
+'Tis like, my lord, you will not keep your hour.
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+Ambitious churchman, leave to afflict my heart:
+Sorrow and grief have vanquish'd all my powers;
+And, vanquish'd as I am, I yield to thee,
+Or to the meanest groom.
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+O God, what mischiefs work the wicked ones,
+Heaping confusion on their own heads thereby!
+
+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+Gloucester, see here the tainture of thy nest.
+And look thyself be faultless, thou wert best.
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+Madam, for myself, to heaven I do appeal,
+How I have loved my king and commonweal:
+And, for my wife, I know not how it stands;
+Sorry I am to hear what I have heard:
+Noble she is, but if she have forgot
+Honour and virtue and conversed with such
+As, like to pitch, defile nobility,
+I banish her my bed and company
+And give her as a prey to law and shame,
+That hath dishonour'd Gloucester's honest name.
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+Well, for this night we will repose us here:
+To-morrow toward London back again,
+To look into this business thoroughly
+And call these foul offenders to their answers
+And poise the cause in justice' equal scales,
+Whose beam stands sure, whose rightful cause prevails.
+

Flourish. Exeunt

+
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SCENE II. London. YORK'S garden.

+ +

+Enter YORK, SALISBURY, and WARWICK +
+ +YORK +
+Now, my good Lords of Salisbury and Warwick,
+Our simple supper ended, give me leave
+In this close walk to satisfy myself,
+In craving your opinion of my title,
+Which is infallible, to England's crown.
+
+ +SALISBURY +
+My lord, I long to hear it at full.
+
+ +WARWICK +
+Sweet York, begin: and if thy claim be good,
+The Nevils are thy subjects to command.
+
+ +YORK +
+Then thus:
+Edward the Third, my lords, had seven sons:
+The first, Edward the Black Prince, Prince of Wales;
+The second, William of Hatfield, and the third,
+Lionel Duke of Clarence: next to whom
+Was John of Gaunt, the Duke of Lancaster;
+The fifth was Edmund Langley, Duke of York;
+The sixth was Thomas of Woodstock, Duke of Gloucester;
+William of Windsor was the seventh and last.
+Edward the Black Prince died before his father
+And left behind him Richard, his only son,
+Who after Edward the Third's death reign'd as king;
+Till Henry Bolingbroke, Duke of Lancaster,
+The eldest son and heir of John of Gaunt,
+Crown'd by the name of Henry the Fourth,
+Seized on the realm, deposed the rightful king,
+Sent his poor queen to France, from whence she came,
+And him to Pomfret; where, as all you know,
+Harmless Richard was murder'd traitorously.
+
+ +WARWICK +
+Father, the duke hath told the truth:
+Thus got the house of Lancaster the crown.
+
+ +YORK +
+Which now they hold by force and not by right;
+For Richard, the first son's heir, being dead,
+The issue of the next son should have reign'd.
+
+ +SALISBURY +
+But William of Hatfield died without an heir.
+
+ +YORK +
+The third son, Duke of Clarence, from whose line
+I claimed the crown, had issue, Philippe, a daughter,
+Who married Edmund Mortimer, Earl of March:
+Edmund had issue, Roger Earl of March;
+Roger had issue, Edmund, Anne and Eleanor.
+
+ +SALISBURY +
+This Edmund, in the reign of Bolingbroke,
+As I have read, laid claim unto the crown;
+And, but for Owen Glendower, had been king,
+Who kept him in captivity till he died.
+But to the rest.
+
+ +YORK +
+ His eldest sister, Anne,
+My mother, being heir unto the crown
+Married Richard Earl of Cambridge; who was son
+To Edmund Langley, Edward the Third's fifth son.
+By her I claim the kingdom: she was heir
+To Roger Earl of March, who was the son
+Of Edmund Mortimer, who married Philippe,
+Sole daughter unto Lionel Duke of Clarence:
+So, if the issue of the elder son
+Succeed before the younger, I am king.
+
+ +WARWICK +
+What plain proceeding is more plain than this?
+Henry doth claim the crown from John of Gaunt,
+The fourth son; York claims it from the third.
+Till Lionel's issue fails, his should not reign:
+It fails not yet, but flourishes in thee
+And in thy sons, fair slips of such a stock.
+Then, father Salisbury, kneel we together;
+And in this private plot be we the first
+That shall salute our rightful sovereign
+With honour of his birthright to the crown.
+
+ +BOTH +
+Long live our sovereign Richard, England's king!
+
+ +YORK +
+We thank you, lords. But I am not your king
+Till I be crown'd and that my sword be stain'd
+With heart-blood of the house of Lancaster;
+And that's not suddenly to be perform'd,
+But with advice and silent secrecy.
+Do you as I do in these dangerous days:
+Wink at the Duke of Suffolk's insolence,
+At Beaufort's pride, at Somerset's ambition,
+At Buckingham and all the crew of them,
+Till they have snared the shepherd of the flock,
+That virtuous prince, the good Duke Humphrey:
+'Tis that they seek, and they in seeking that
+Shall find their deaths, if York can prophesy.
+
+ +SALISBURY +
+My lord, break we off; we know your mind at full.
+
+ +WARWICK +
+My heart assures me that the Earl of Warwick
+Shall one day make the Duke of York a king.
+
+ +YORK +
+And, Nevil, this I do assure myself:
+Richard shall live to make the Earl of Warwick
+The greatest man in England but the king.
+

Exeunt

+
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SCENE III. A hall of justice.

+ +

+Sound trumpets. Enter KING HENRY VI, QUEEN MARGARET, GLOUCESTER, YORK, SUFFOLK, and SALISBURY; the DUCHESS, MARGARET JOURDAIN, SOUTHWELL, HUME, and BOLINGBROKE, under guard +
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+Stand forth, Dame Eleanor Cobham, Gloucester's wife:
+In sight of God and us, your guilt is great:
+Receive the sentence of the law for sins
+Such as by God's book are adjudged to death.
+You four, from hence to prison back again;
+From thence unto the place of execution:
+The witch in Smithfield shall be burn'd to ashes,
+And you three shall be strangled on the gallows.
+You, madam, for you are more nobly born,
+Despoiled of your honour in your life,
+Shall, after three days' open penance done,
+Live in your country here in banishment,
+With Sir John Stanley, in the Isle of Man.
+
+ +DUCHESS +
+Welcome is banishment; welcome were my death.
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+Eleanor, the law, thou see'st, hath judged thee:
+I cannot justify whom the law condemns.
+

Exeunt DUCHESS and other prisoners, guarded

+Mine eyes are full of tears, my heart of grief.
+Ah, Humphrey, this dishonour in thine age
+Will bring thy head with sorrow to the ground!
+I beseech your majesty, give me leave to go;
+Sorrow would solace and mine age would ease.
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+Stay, Humphrey Duke of Gloucester: ere thou go,
+Give up thy staff: Henry will to himself
+Protector be; and God shall be my hope,
+My stay, my guide and lantern to my feet:
+And go in peace, Humphrey, no less beloved
+Than when thou wert protector to thy King.
+
+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+I see no reason why a king of years
+Should be to be protected like a child.
+God and King Henry govern England's realm.
+Give up your staff, sir, and the king his realm.
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+My staff? here, noble Henry, is my staff:
+As willingly do I the same resign
+As e'er thy father Henry made it mine;
+And even as willingly at thy feet I leave it
+As others would ambitiously receive it.
+Farewell, good king: when I am dead and gone,
+May honourable peace attend thy throne!
+

Exit

+
+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+Why, now is Henry king, and Margaret queen;
+And Humphrey Duke of Gloucester scarce himself,
+That bears so shrewd a maim; two pulls at once;
+His lady banish'd, and a limb lopp'd off.
+This staff of honour raught, there let it stand
+Where it best fits to be, in Henry's hand.
+
+ +SUFFOLK +
+Thus droops this lofty pine and hangs his sprays;
+Thus Eleanor's pride dies in her youngest days.
+
+ +YORK +
+Lords, let him go. Please it your majesty,
+This is the day appointed for the combat;
+And ready are the appellant and defendant,
+The armourer and his man, to enter the lists,
+So please your highness to behold the fight.
+
+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+Ay, good my lord; for purposely therefore
+Left I the court, to see this quarrel tried.
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+O God's name, see the lists and all things fit:
+Here let them end it; and God defend the right!
+
+ +YORK +
+I never saw a fellow worse bested,
+Or more afraid to fight, than is the appellant,
+The servant of this armourer, my lords.
+

Enter at one door, HORNER, the Armourer, and his Neighbours, drinking to him so much that he is drunk; and he enters with a drum before him and his staff with a sand-bag fastened to it; and at the other door PETER, his man, with a drum and sand-bag, and 'Prentices drinking to him

+
+ +First Neighbour +
+Here, neighbour Horner, I drink to you in a cup of
+sack: and fear not, neighbour, you shall do well enough.
+
+ +Second Neighbour +
+And here, neighbour, here's a cup of charneco.
+
+ +Third Neighbour +
+And here's a pot of good double beer, neighbour:
+drink, and fear not your man.
+
+ +HORNER +
+Let it come, i' faith, and I'll pledge you all; and
+a fig for Peter!
+First 'Prentice Here, Peter, I drink to thee: and be not afraid.
+Second 'Prentice Be merry, Peter, and fear not thy master: fight
+for credit of the 'prentices.
+
+ +PETER +
+I thank you all: drink, and pray for me, I pray
+you; for I think I have taken my last draught in
+this world. Here, Robin, an if I die, I give thee
+my apron: and, Will, thou shalt have my hammer:
+and here, Tom, take all the money that I have. O
+Lord bless me! I pray God! for I am never able to
+deal with my master, he hath learnt me so much fence already.
+
+ +SALISBURY +
+Come, leave your drinking, and fall to blows.
+Sirrah, what's thy name?
+
+ +PETER +
+Peter, forsooth.
+
+ +SALISBURY +
+Peter! what more?
+
+ +PETER +
+Thump.
+
+ +SALISBURY +
+Thump! then see thou thump thy master well.
+
+ +HORNER +
+Masters, I am come hither, as it were, upon my man's
+instigation, to prove him a knave and myself an
+honest man: and touching the Duke of York, I will
+take my death, I never meant him any ill, nor the
+king, nor the queen: and therefore, Peter, have at
+thee with a downright blow!
+
+ +YORK +
+Dispatch: this knave's tongue begins to double.
+Sound, trumpets, alarum to the combatants!
+

Alarum. They fight, and PETER strikes him down

+
+ +HORNER +
+Hold, Peter, hold! I confess, I confess treason.
+

Dies

+
+ +YORK +
+Take away his weapon. Fellow, thank God, and the
+good wine in thy master's way.
+
+ +PETER +
+O God, have I overcome mine enemy in this presence?
+O Peter, thou hast prevailed in right!
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+Go, take hence that traitor from our sight;
+For his death we do perceive his guilt:
+And God in justice hath revealed to us
+The truth and innocence of this poor fellow,
+Which he had thought to have murder'd wrongfully.
+Come, fellow, follow us for thy reward.
+

Sound a flourish. Exeunt

+
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The Second part of King Henry the Sixth +
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SCENE IV. A street.

+ +

+Enter GLOUCESTER and his Servingmen, in mourning cloaks +
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+Thus sometimes hath the brightest day a cloud;
+And after summer evermore succeeds
+Barren winter, with his wrathful nipping cold:
+So cares and joys abound, as seasons fleet.
+Sirs, what's o'clock?
+
+ +Servants +
+Ten, my lord.
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+Ten is the hour that was appointed me
+To watch the coming of my punish'd duchess:
+Uneath may she endure the flinty streets,
+To tread them with her tender-feeling feet.
+Sweet Nell, ill can thy noble mind abrook
+The abject people gazing on thy face,
+With envious looks, laughing at thy shame,
+That erst did follow thy proud chariot-wheels
+When thou didst ride in triumph through the streets.
+But, soft! I think she comes; and I'll prepare
+My tear-stain'd eyes to see her miseries.
+

Enter the DUCHESS in a white sheet, and a taper burning in her hand; with STANLEY, the Sheriff, and Officers

+
+ +Servant +
+So please your grace, we'll take her from the sheriff.
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+No, stir not, for your lives; let her pass by.
+
+ +DUCHESS +
+Come you, my lord, to see my open shame?
+Now thou dost penance too. Look how they gaze!
+See how the giddy multitude do point,
+And nod their heads, and throw their eyes on thee!
+Ah, Gloucester, hide thee from their hateful looks,
+And, in thy closet pent up, rue my shame,
+And ban thine enemies, both mine and thine!
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+Be patient, gentle Nell; forget this grief.
+
+ +DUCHESS +
+Ah, Gloucester, teach me to forget myself!
+For whilst I think I am thy married wife
+And thou a prince, protector of this land,
+Methinks I should not thus be led along,
+Mail'd up in shame, with papers on my back,
+And followed with a rabble that rejoice
+To see my tears and hear my deep-fet groans.
+The ruthless flint doth cut my tender feet,
+And when I start, the envious people laugh
+And bid me be advised how I tread.
+Ah, Humphrey, can I bear this shameful yoke?
+Trow'st thou that e'er I'll look upon the world,
+Or count them happy that enjoy the sun?
+No; dark shall be my light and night my day;
+To think upon my pomp shall be my hell.
+Sometime I'll say, I am Duke Humphrey's wife,
+And he a prince and ruler of the land:
+Yet so he ruled and such a prince he was
+As he stood by whilst I, his forlorn duchess,
+Was made a wonder and a pointing-stock
+To every idle rascal follower.
+But be thou mild and blush not at my shame,
+Nor stir at nothing till the axe of death
+Hang over thee, as, sure, it shortly will;
+For Suffolk, he that can do all in all
+With her that hateth thee and hates us all,
+And York and impious Beaufort, that false priest,
+Have all limed bushes to betray thy wings,
+And, fly thou how thou canst, they'll tangle thee:
+But fear not thou, until thy foot be snared,
+Nor never seek prevention of thy foes.
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+Ah, Nell, forbear! thou aimest all awry;
+I must offend before I be attainted;
+And had I twenty times so many foes,
+And each of them had twenty times their power,
+All these could not procure me any scathe,
+So long as I am loyal, true and crimeless.
+Wouldst have me rescue thee from this reproach?
+Why, yet thy scandal were not wiped away
+But I in danger for the breach of law.
+Thy greatest help is quiet, gentle Nell:
+I pray thee, sort thy heart to patience;
+These few days' wonder will be quickly worn.
+

Enter a Herald

+
+ +Herald +
+I summon your grace to his majesty's parliament,
+Holden at Bury the first of this next month.
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+And my consent ne'er ask'd herein before!
+This is close dealing. Well, I will be there.
+

Exit Herald

+My Nell, I take my leave: and, master sheriff,
+Let not her penance exceed the king's commission.
+
+ +Sheriff +
+An't please your grace, here my commission stays,
+And Sir John Stanley is appointed now
+To take her with him to the Isle of Man.
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+Must you, Sir John, protect my lady here?
+
+ +STANLEY +
+So am I given in charge, may't please your grace.
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+Entreat her not the worse in that I pray
+You use her well: the world may laugh again;
+And I may live to do you kindness if
+You do it her: and so, Sir John, farewell!
+
+ +DUCHESS +
+What, gone, my lord, and bid me not farewell!
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+Witness my tears, I cannot stay to speak.
+

Exeunt GLOUCESTER and Servingmen

+
+ +DUCHESS +
+Art thou gone too? all comfort go with thee!
+For none abides with me: my joy is death;
+Death, at whose name I oft have been afear'd,
+Because I wish'd this world's eternity.
+Stanley, I prithee, go, and take me hence;
+I care not whither, for I beg no favour,
+Only convey me where thou art commanded.
+
+ +STANLEY +
+Why, madam, that is to the Isle of Man;
+There to be used according to your state.
+
+ +DUCHESS +
+That's bad enough, for I am but reproach:
+And shall I then be used reproachfully?
+
+ +STANLEY +
+Like to a duchess, and Duke Humphrey's lady;
+According to that state you shall be used.
+
+ +DUCHESS +
+Sheriff, farewell, and better than I fare,
+Although thou hast been conduct of my shame.
+
+ +Sheriff +
+It is my office; and, madam, pardon me.
+
+ +DUCHESS +
+Ay, ay, farewell; thy office is discharged.
+Come, Stanley, shall we go?
+
+ +STANLEY +
+Madam, your penance done, throw off this sheet,
+And go we to attire you for our journey.
+
+ +DUCHESS +
+My shame will not be shifted with my sheet:
+No, it will hang upon my richest robes
+And show itself, attire me how I can.
+Go, lead the way; I long to see my prison.
+

Exeunt

+ +
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The Second part of King Henry the Sixth +
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+ +

SCENE I. The Abbey at Bury St. Edmund's.

+ +

+Sound a sennet. Enter KING HENRY VI, QUEEN MARGARET, CARDINAL, SUFFOLK, YORK, BUCKINGHAM, SALISBURY and WARWICK to the Parliament +
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+I muse my Lord of Gloucester is not come:
+'Tis not his wont to be the hindmost man,
+Whate'er occasion keeps him from us now.
+
+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+Can you not see? or will ye not observe
+The strangeness of his alter'd countenance?
+With what a majesty he bears himself,
+How insolent of late he is become,
+How proud, how peremptory, and unlike himself?
+We know the time since he was mild and affable,
+And if we did but glance a far-off look,
+Immediately he was upon his knee,
+That all the court admired him for submission:
+But meet him now, and, be it in the morn,
+When every one will give the time of day,
+He knits his brow and shows an angry eye,
+And passeth by with stiff unbowed knee,
+Disdaining duty that to us belongs.
+Small curs are not regarded when they grin;
+But great men tremble when the lion roars;
+And Humphrey is no little man in England.
+First note that he is near you in descent,
+And should you fall, he as the next will mount.
+Me seemeth then it is no policy,
+Respecting what a rancorous mind he bears
+And his advantage following your decease,
+That he should come about your royal person
+Or be admitted to your highness' council.
+By flattery hath he won the commons' hearts,
+And when he please to make commotion,
+'Tis to be fear'd they all will follow him.
+Now 'tis the spring, and weeds are shallow-rooted;
+Suffer them now, and they'll o'ergrow the garden
+And choke the herbs for want of husbandry.
+The reverent care I bear unto my lord
+Made me collect these dangers in the duke.
+If it be fond, call it a woman's fear;
+Which fear if better reasons can supplant,
+I will subscribe and say I wrong'd the duke.
+My Lord of Suffolk, Buckingham, and York,
+Reprove my allegation, if you can;
+Or else conclude my words effectual.
+
+ +SUFFOLK +
+Well hath your highness seen into this duke;
+And, had I first been put to speak my mind,
+I think I should have told your grace's tale.
+The duchess, by his subornation,
+Upon my life, began her devilish practises:
+Or, if he were not privy to those faults,
+Yet, by reputing of his high descent,
+As next the king he was successive heir,
+And such high vaunts of his nobility,
+Did instigate the bedlam brain-sick duchess
+By wicked means to frame our sovereign's fall.
+Smooth runs the water where the brook is deep;
+And in his simple show he harbours treason.
+The fox barks not when he would steal the lamb.
+No, no, my sovereign; Gloucester is a man
+Unsounded yet and full of deep deceit.
+
+ +CARDINAL +
+Did he not, contrary to form of law,
+Devise strange deaths for small offences done?
+
+ +YORK +
+And did he not, in his protectorship,
+Levy great sums of money through the realm
+For soldiers' pay in France, and never sent it?
+By means whereof the towns each day revolted.
+
+ +BUCKINGHAM +
+Tut, these are petty faults to faults unknown.
+Which time will bring to light in smooth
+Duke Humphrey.
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+My lords, at once: the care you have of us,
+To mow down thorns that would annoy our foot,
+Is worthy praise: but, shall I speak my conscience,
+Our kinsman Gloucester is as innocent
+From meaning treason to our royal person
+As is the sucking lamb or harmless dove:
+The duke is virtuous, mild and too well given
+To dream on evil or to work my downfall.
+
+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+Ah, what's more dangerous than this fond affiance!
+Seems he a dove? his feathers are but borrowed,
+For he's disposed as the hateful raven:
+Is he a lamb? his skin is surely lent him,
+For he's inclined as is the ravenous wolf.
+Who cannot steal a shape that means deceit?
+Take heed, my lord; the welfare of us all
+Hangs on the cutting short that fraudful man.
+

Enter SOMERSET

+
+ +SOMERSET +
+All health unto my gracious sovereign!
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+Welcome, Lord Somerset. What news from France?
+
+ +SOMERSET +
+That all your interest in those territories
+Is utterly bereft you; all is lost.
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+Cold news, Lord Somerset: but God's will be done!
+
+ +YORK +
+[Aside] Cold news for me; for I had hope of France
+As firmly as I hope for fertile England.
+Thus are my blossoms blasted in the bud
+And caterpillars eat my leaves away;
+But I will remedy this gear ere long,
+Or sell my title for a glorious grave.
+

Enter GLOUCESTER

+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+All happiness unto my lord the king!
+Pardon, my liege, that I have stay'd so long.
+
+ +SUFFOLK +
+Nay, Gloucester, know that thou art come too soon,
+Unless thou wert more loyal than thou art:
+I do arrest thee of high treason here.
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+Well, Suffolk, thou shalt not see me blush
+Nor change my countenance for this arrest:
+A heart unspotted is not easily daunted.
+The purest spring is not so free from mud
+As I am clear from treason to my sovereign:
+Who can accuse me? wherein am I guilty?
+
+ +YORK +
+'Tis thought, my lord, that you took bribes of France,
+And, being protector, stayed the soldiers' pay;
+By means whereof his highness hath lost France.
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+Is it but thought so? what are they that think it?
+I never robb'd the soldiers of their pay,
+Nor ever had one penny bribe from France.
+So help me God, as I have watch'd the night,
+Ay, night by night, in studying good for England,
+That doit that e'er I wrested from the king,
+Or any groat I hoarded to my use,
+Be brought against me at my trial-day!
+No; many a pound of mine own proper store,
+Because I would not tax the needy commons,
+Have I disbursed to the garrisons,
+And never ask'd for restitution.
+
+ +CARDINAL +
+It serves you well, my lord, to say so much.
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+I say no more than truth, so help me God!
+
+ +YORK +
+In your protectorship you did devise
+Strange tortures for offenders never heard of,
+That England was defamed by tyranny.
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+Why, 'tis well known that, whiles I was
+protector,
+Pity was all the fault that was in me;
+For I should melt at an offender's tears,
+And lowly words were ransom for their fault.
+Unless it were a bloody murderer,
+Or foul felonious thief that fleeced poor passengers,
+I never gave them condign punishment:
+Murder indeed, that bloody sin, I tortured
+Above the felon or what trespass else.
+
+ +SUFFOLK +
+My lord, these faults are easy, quickly answered:
+But mightier crimes are laid unto your charge,
+Whereof you cannot easily purge yourself.
+I do arrest you in his highness' name;
+And here commit you to my lord cardinal
+To keep, until your further time of trial.
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+My lord of Gloucester, 'tis my special hope
+That you will clear yourself from all suspect:
+My conscience tells me you are innocent.
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+Ah, gracious lord, these days are dangerous:
+Virtue is choked with foul ambition
+And charity chased hence by rancour's hand;
+Foul subornation is predominant
+And equity exiled your highness' land.
+I know their complot is to have my life,
+And if my death might make this island happy,
+And prove the period of their tyranny,
+I would expend it with all willingness:
+But mine is made the prologue to their play;
+For thousands more, that yet suspect no peril,
+Will not conclude their plotted tragedy.
+Beaufort's red sparkling eyes blab his heart's malice,
+And Suffolk's cloudy brow his stormy hate;
+Sharp Buckingham unburthens with his tongue
+The envious load that lies upon his heart;
+And dogged York, that reaches at the moon,
+Whose overweening arm I have pluck'd back,
+By false accuse doth level at my life:
+And you, my sovereign lady, with the rest,
+Causeless have laid disgraces on my head,
+And with your best endeavour have stirr'd up
+My liefest liege to be mine enemy:
+Ay, all you have laid your heads together--
+Myself had notice of your conventicles--
+And all to make away my guiltless life.
+I shall not want false witness to condemn me,
+Nor store of treasons to augment my guilt;
+The ancient proverb will be well effected:
+'A staff is quickly found to beat a dog.'
+
+ +CARDINAL +
+My liege, his railing is intolerable:
+If those that care to keep your royal person
+From treason's secret knife and traitors' rage
+Be thus upbraided, chid and rated at,
+And the offender granted scope of speech,
+'Twill make them cool in zeal unto your grace.
+
+ +SUFFOLK +
+Hath he not twit our sovereign lady here
+With ignominious words, though clerkly couch'd,
+As if she had suborned some to swear
+False allegations to o'erthrow his state?
+
+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+But I can give the loser leave to chide.
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+Far truer spoke than meant: I lose, indeed;
+Beshrew the winners, for they play'd me false!
+And well such losers may have leave to speak.
+
+ +BUCKINGHAM +
+He'll wrest the sense and hold us here all day:
+Lord cardinal, he is your prisoner.
+
+ +CARDINAL +
+Sirs, take away the duke, and guard him sure.
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+Ah! thus King Henry throws away his crutch
+Before his legs be firm to bear his body.
+Thus is the shepherd beaten from thy side,
+And wolves are gnarling who shall gnaw thee first.
+Ah, that my fear were false! ah, that it were!
+For, good King Henry, thy decay I fear.
+

Exit, guarded

+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+My lords, what to your wisdoms seemeth best,
+Do or undo, as if ourself were here.
+
+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+What, will your highness leave the parliament?
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+Ay, Margaret; my heart is drown'd with grief,
+Whose flood begins to flow within mine eyes,
+My body round engirt with misery,
+For what's more miserable than discontent?
+Ah, uncle Humphrey! in thy face I see
+The map of honour, truth and loyalty:
+And yet, good Humphrey, is the hour to come
+That e'er I proved thee false or fear'd thy faith.
+What louring star now envies thy estate,
+That these great lords and Margaret our queen
+Do seek subversion of thy harmless life?
+Thou never didst them wrong, nor no man wrong;
+And as the butcher takes away the calf
+And binds the wretch, and beats it when it strays,
+Bearing it to the bloody slaughter-house,
+Even so remorseless have they borne him hence;
+And as the dam runs lowing up and down,
+Looking the way her harmless young one went,
+And can do nought but wail her darling's loss,
+Even so myself bewails good Gloucester's case
+With sad unhelpful tears, and with dimm'd eyes
+Look after him and cannot do him good,
+So mighty are his vowed enemies.
+His fortunes I will weep; and, 'twixt each groan
+Say 'Who's a traitor? Gloucester he is none.'
+

Exeunt all but QUEEN MARGARET, CARDINAL, SUFFOLK, and YORK; SOMERSET remains apart

+
+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+Free lords, cold snow melts with the sun's hot beams.
+Henry my lord is cold in great affairs,
+Too full of foolish pity, and Gloucester's show
+Beguiles him as the mournful crocodile
+With sorrow snares relenting passengers,
+Or as the snake roll'd in a flowering bank,
+With shining chequer'd slough, doth sting a child
+That for the beauty thinks it excellent.
+Believe me, lords, were none more wise than I--
+And yet herein I judge mine own wit good--
+This Gloucester should be quickly rid the world,
+To rid us of the fear we have of him.
+
+ +CARDINAL +
+That he should die is worthy policy;
+But yet we want a colour for his death:
+'Tis meet he be condemn'd by course of law.
+
+ +SUFFOLK +
+But, in my mind, that were no policy:
+The king will labour still to save his life,
+The commons haply rise, to save his life;
+And yet we have but trivial argument,
+More than mistrust, that shows him worthy death.
+
+ +YORK +
+So that, by this, you would not have him die.
+
+ +SUFFOLK +
+Ah, York, no man alive so fain as I!
+
+ +YORK +
+'Tis York that hath more reason for his death.
+But, my lord cardinal, and you, my Lord of Suffolk,
+Say as you think, and speak it from your souls,
+Were't not all one, an empty eagle were set
+To guard the chicken from a hungry kite,
+As place Duke Humphrey for the king's protector?
+
+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+So the poor chicken should be sure of death.
+
+ +SUFFOLK +
+Madam, 'tis true; and were't not madness, then,
+To make the fox surveyor of the fold?
+Who being accused a crafty murderer,
+His guilt should be but idly posted over,
+Because his purpose is not executed.
+No; let him die, in that he is a fox,
+By nature proved an enemy to the flock,
+Before his chaps be stain'd with crimson blood,
+As Humphrey, proved by reasons, to my liege.
+And do not stand on quillets how to slay him:
+Be it by gins, by snares, by subtlety,
+Sleeping or waking, 'tis no matter how,
+So he be dead; for that is good deceit
+Which mates him first that first intends deceit.
+
+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+Thrice-noble Suffolk, 'tis resolutely spoke.
+
+ +SUFFOLK +
+Not resolute, except so much were done;
+For things are often spoke and seldom meant:
+But that my heart accordeth with my tongue,
+Seeing the deed is meritorious,
+And to preserve my sovereign from his foe,
+Say but the word, and I will be his priest.
+
+ +CARDINAL +
+But I would have him dead, my Lord of Suffolk,
+Ere you can take due orders for a priest:
+Say you consent and censure well the deed,
+And I'll provide his executioner,
+I tender so the safety of my liege.
+
+ +SUFFOLK +
+Here is my hand, the deed is worthy doing.
+
+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+And so say I.
+
+ +YORK +
+And I and now we three have spoke it,
+It skills not greatly who impugns our doom.
+

Enter a Post

+
+ +Post +
+Great lords, from Ireland am I come amain,
+To signify that rebels there are up
+And put the Englishmen unto the sword:
+Send succors, lords, and stop the rage betime,
+Before the wound do grow uncurable;
+For, being green, there is great hope of help.
+
+ +CARDINAL +
+A breach that craves a quick expedient stop!
+What counsel give you in this weighty cause?
+
+ +YORK +
+That Somerset be sent as regent thither:
+'Tis meet that lucky ruler be employ'd;
+Witness the fortune he hath had in France.
+
+ +SOMERSET +
+If York, with all his far-fet policy,
+Had been the regent there instead of me,
+He never would have stay'd in France so long.
+
+ +YORK +
+No, not to lose it all, as thou hast done:
+I rather would have lost my life betimes
+Than bring a burthen of dishonour home
+By staying there so long till all were lost.
+Show me one scar character'd on thy skin:
+Men's flesh preserved so whole do seldom win.
+
+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+Nay, then, this spark will prove a raging fire,
+If wind and fuel be brought to feed it with:
+No more, good York; sweet Somerset, be still:
+Thy fortune, York, hadst thou been regent there,
+Might happily have proved far worse than his.
+
+ +YORK +
+What, worse than nought? nay, then, a shame take all!
+
+ +SOMERSET +
+And, in the number, thee that wishest shame!
+
+ +CARDINAL +
+My Lord of York, try what your fortune is.
+The uncivil kerns of Ireland are in arms
+And temper clay with blood of Englishmen:
+To Ireland will you lead a band of men,
+Collected choicely, from each county some,
+And try your hap against the Irishmen?
+
+ +YORK +
+I will, my lord, so please his majesty.
+
+ +SUFFOLK +
+Why, our authority is his consent,
+And what we do establish he confirms:
+Then, noble York, take thou this task in hand.
+
+ +YORK +
+I am content: provide me soldiers, lords,
+Whiles I take order for mine own affairs.
+
+ +SUFFOLK +
+A charge, Lord York, that I will see perform'd.
+But now return we to the false Duke Humphrey.
+
+ +CARDINAL +
+No more of him; for I will deal with him
+That henceforth he shall trouble us no more.
+And so break off; the day is almost spent:
+Lord Suffolk, you and I must talk of that event.
+
+ +YORK +
+My Lord of Suffolk, within fourteen days
+At Bristol I expect my soldiers;
+For there I'll ship them all for Ireland.
+
+ +SUFFOLK +
+I'll see it truly done, my Lord of York.
+

Exeunt all but YORK

+
+ +YORK +
+Now, York, or never, steel thy fearful thoughts,
+And change misdoubt to resolution:
+Be that thou hopest to be, or what thou art
+Resign to death; it is not worth the enjoying:
+Let pale-faced fear keep with the mean-born man,
+And find no harbour in a royal heart.
+Faster than spring-time showers comes thought
+on thought,
+And not a thought but thinks on dignity.
+My brain more busy than the labouring spider
+Weaves tedious snares to trap mine enemies.
+Well, nobles, well, 'tis politicly done,
+To send me packing with an host of men:
+I fear me you but warm the starved snake,
+Who, cherish'd in your breasts, will sting
+your hearts.
+'Twas men I lack'd and you will give them me:
+I take it kindly; and yet be well assured
+You put sharp weapons in a madman's hands.
+Whiles I in Ireland nourish a mighty band,
+I will stir up in England some black storm
+Shall blow ten thousand souls to heaven or hell;
+And this fell tempest shall not cease to rage
+Until the golden circuit on my head,
+Like to the glorious sun's transparent beams,
+Do calm the fury of this mad-bred flaw.
+And, for a minister of my intent,
+I have seduced a headstrong Kentishman,
+John Cade of Ashford,
+To make commotion, as full well he can,
+Under the title of John Mortimer.
+In Ireland have I seen this stubborn Cade
+Oppose himself against a troop of kerns,
+And fought so long, till that his thighs with darts
+Were almost like a sharp-quill'd porpentine;
+And, in the end being rescued, I have seen
+Him caper upright like a wild Morisco,
+Shaking the bloody darts as he his bells.
+Full often, like a shag-hair'd crafty kern,
+Hath he conversed with the enemy,
+And undiscover'd come to me again
+And given me notice of their villanies.
+This devil here shall be my substitute;
+For that John Mortimer, which now is dead,
+In face, in gait, in speech, he doth resemble:
+By this I shall perceive the commons' mind,
+How they affect the house and claim of York.
+Say he be taken, rack'd and tortured,
+I know no pain they can inflict upon him
+Will make him say I moved him to those arms.
+Say that he thrive, as 'tis great like he will,
+Why, then from Ireland come I with my strength
+And reap the harvest which that rascal sow'd;
+For Humphrey being dead, as he shall be,
+And Henry put apart, the next for me.
+

Exit

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SCENE II. Bury St. Edmund's. A room of state.

+ +

+Enter certain Murderers, hastily +
+ +First Murderer +
+Run to my Lord of Suffolk; let him know
+We have dispatch'd the duke, as he commanded.
+
+ +Second Murderer +
+O that it were to do! What have we done?
+Didst ever hear a man so penitent?
+

Enter SUFFOLK

+
+ +First Murder +
+Here comes my lord.
+
+ +SUFFOLK +
+Now, sirs, have you dispatch'd this thing?
+
+ +First Murderer +
+Ay, my good lord, he's dead.
+
+ +SUFFOLK +
+Why, that's well said. Go, get you to my house;
+I will reward you for this venturous deed.
+The king and all the peers are here at hand.
+Have you laid fair the bed? Is all things well,
+According as I gave directions?
+
+ +First Murderer +
+'Tis, my good lord.
+
+ +SUFFOLK +
+Away! be gone.
+

Exeunt Murderers

+

Sound trumpets. Enter KING HENRY VI, QUEEN MARGARET, CARDINAL, SOMERSET, with Attendants

+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+Go, call our uncle to our presence straight;
+Say we intend to try his grace to-day.
+If he be guilty, as 'tis published.
+
+ +SUFFOLK +
+I'll call him presently, my noble lord.
+

Exit

+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+Lords, take your places; and, I pray you all,
+Proceed no straiter 'gainst our uncle Gloucester
+Than from true evidence of good esteem
+He be approved in practise culpable.
+
+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+God forbid any malice should prevail,
+That faultless may condemn a nobleman!
+Pray God he may acquit him of suspicion!
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+I thank thee, Meg; these words content me much.
+

Re-enter SUFFOLK

+How now! why look'st thou pale? why tremblest thou?
+Where is our uncle? what's the matter, Suffolk?
+
+ +SUFFOLK +
+Dead in his bed, my lord; Gloucester is dead.
+
+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+Marry, God forfend!
+
+ +CARDINAL +
+God's secret judgment: I did dream to-night
+The duke was dumb and could not speak a word.
+

KING HENRY VI swoons

+
+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+How fares my lord? Help, lords! the king is dead.
+
+ +SOMERSET +
+Rear up his body; wring him by the nose.
+
+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+Run, go, help, help! O Henry, ope thine eyes!
+
+ +SUFFOLK +
+He doth revive again: madam, be patient.
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+O heavenly God!
+
+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+How fares my gracious lord?
+
+ +SUFFOLK +
+Comfort, my sovereign! gracious Henry, comfort!
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+What, doth my Lord of Suffolk comfort me?
+Came he right now to sing a raven's note,
+Whose dismal tune bereft my vital powers;
+And thinks he that the chirping of a wren,
+By crying comfort from a hollow breast,
+Can chase away the first-conceived sound?
+Hide not thy poison with such sugar'd words;
+Lay not thy hands on me; forbear, I say;
+Their touch affrights me as a serpent's sting.
+Thou baleful messenger, out of my sight!
+Upon thy eye-balls murderous tyranny
+Sits in grim majesty, to fright the world.
+Look not upon me, for thine eyes are wounding:
+Yet do not go away: come, basilisk,
+And kill the innocent gazer with thy sight;
+For in the shade of death I shall find joy;
+In life but double death, now Gloucester's dead.
+
+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+Why do you rate my Lord of Suffolk thus?
+Although the duke was enemy to him,
+Yet he most Christian-like laments his death:
+And for myself, foe as he was to me,
+Might liquid tears or heart-offending groans
+Or blood-consuming sighs recall his life,
+I would be blind with weeping, sick with groans,
+Look pale as primrose with blood-drinking sighs,
+And all to have the noble duke alive.
+What know I how the world may deem of me?
+For it is known we were but hollow friends:
+It may be judged I made the duke away;
+So shall my name with slander's tongue be wounded,
+And princes' courts be fill'd with my reproach.
+This get I by his death: ay me, unhappy!
+To be a queen, and crown'd with infamy!
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+Ah, woe is me for Gloucester, wretched man!
+
+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+Be woe for me, more wretched than he is.
+What, dost thou turn away and hide thy face?
+I am no loathsome leper; look on me.
+What! art thou, like the adder, waxen deaf?
+Be poisonous too and kill thy forlorn queen.
+Is all thy comfort shut in Gloucester's tomb?
+Why, then, dame Margaret was ne'er thy joy.
+Erect his statue and worship it,
+And make my image but an alehouse sign.
+Was I for this nigh wreck'd upon the sea
+And twice by awkward wind from England's bank
+Drove back again unto my native clime?
+What boded this, but well forewarning wind
+Did seem to say 'Seek not a scorpion's nest,
+Nor set no footing on this unkind shore'?
+What did I then, but cursed the gentle gusts
+And he that loosed them forth their brazen caves:
+And bid them blow towards England's blessed shore,
+Or turn our stern upon a dreadful rock
+Yet AEolus would not be a murderer,
+But left that hateful office unto thee:
+The pretty-vaulting sea refused to drown me,
+Knowing that thou wouldst have me drown'd on shore,
+With tears as salt as sea, through thy unkindness:
+The splitting rocks cower'd in the sinking sands
+And would not dash me with their ragged sides,
+Because thy flinty heart, more hard than they,
+Might in thy palace perish Margaret.
+As far as I could ken thy chalky cliffs,
+When from thy shore the tempest beat us back,
+I stood upon the hatches in the storm,
+And when the dusky sky began to rob
+My earnest-gaping sight of thy land's view,
+I took a costly jewel from my neck,
+A heart it was, bound in with diamonds,
+And threw it towards thy land: the sea received it,
+And so I wish'd thy body might my heart:
+And even with this I lost fair England's view
+And bid mine eyes be packing with my heart
+And call'd them blind and dusky spectacles,
+For losing ken of Albion's wished coast.
+How often have I tempted Suffolk's tongue,
+The agent of thy foul inconstancy,
+To sit and witch me, as Ascanius did
+When he to madding Dido would unfold
+His father's acts commenced in burning Troy!
+Am I not witch'd like her? or thou not false like him?
+Ay me, I can no more! die, Margaret!
+For Henry weeps that thou dost live so long.
+

Noise within. Enter WARWICK, SALISBURY, and many Commons

+
+ +WARWICK +
+It is reported, mighty sovereign,
+That good Duke Humphrey traitorously is murder'd
+By Suffolk and the Cardinal Beaufort's means.
+The commons, like an angry hive of bees
+That want their leader, scatter up and down
+And care not who they sting in his revenge.
+Myself have calm'd their spleenful mutiny,
+Until they hear the order of his death.
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+That he is dead, good Warwick, 'tis too true;
+But how he died God knows, not Henry:
+Enter his chamber, view his breathless corpse,
+And comment then upon his sudden death.
+
+ +WARWICK +
+That shall I do, my liege. Stay, Salisbury,
+With the rude multitude till I return.
+

Exit

+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+O Thou that judgest all things, stay my thoughts,
+My thoughts, that labour to persuade my soul
+Some violent hands were laid on Humphrey's life!
+If my suspect be false, forgive me, God,
+For judgment only doth belong to thee.
+Fain would I go to chafe his paly lips
+With twenty thousand kisses, and to drain
+Upon his face an ocean of salt tears,
+To tell my love unto his dumb deaf trunk,
+And with my fingers feel his hand unfeeling:
+But all in vain are these mean obsequies;
+And to survey his dead and earthly image,
+What were it but to make my sorrow greater?
+

Re-enter WARWICK and others, bearing GLOUCESTER'S body on a bed

+
+ +WARWICK +
+Come hither, gracious sovereign, view this body.
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+That is to see how deep my grave is made;
+For with his soul fled all my worldly solace,
+For seeing him I see my life in death.
+
+ +WARWICK +
+As surely as my soul intends to live
+With that dread King that took our state upon him
+To free us from his father's wrathful curse,
+I do believe that violent hands were laid
+Upon the life of this thrice-famed duke.
+
+ +SUFFOLK +
+A dreadful oath, sworn with a solemn tongue!
+What instance gives Lord Warwick for his vow?
+
+ +WARWICK +
+See how the blood is settled in his face.
+Oft have I seen a timely-parted ghost,
+Of ashy semblance, meagre, pale and bloodless,
+Being all descended to the labouring heart;
+Who, in the conflict that it holds with death,
+Attracts the same for aidance 'gainst the enemy;
+Which with the heart there cools and ne'er returneth
+To blush and beautify the cheek again.
+But see, his face is black and full of blood,
+His eye-balls further out than when he lived,
+Staring full ghastly like a strangled man;
+His hair uprear'd, his nostrils stretched with struggling;
+His hands abroad display'd, as one that grasp'd
+And tugg'd for life and was by strength subdued:
+Look, on the sheets his hair you see, is sticking;
+His well-proportion'd beard made rough and rugged,
+Like to the summer's corn by tempest lodged.
+It cannot be but he was murder'd here;
+The least of all these signs were probable.
+
+ +SUFFOLK +
+Why, Warwick, who should do the duke to death?
+Myself and Beaufort had him in protection;
+And we, I hope, sir, are no murderers.
+
+ +WARWICK +
+But both of you were vow'd Duke Humphrey's foes,
+And you, forsooth, had the good duke to keep:
+'Tis like you would not feast him like a friend;
+And 'tis well seen he found an enemy.
+
+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+Then you, belike, suspect these noblemen
+As guilty of Duke Humphrey's timeless death.
+
+ +WARWICK +
+Who finds the heifer dead and bleeding fresh
+And sees fast by a butcher with an axe,
+But will suspect 'twas he that made the slaughter?
+Who finds the partridge in the puttock's nest,
+But may imagine how the bird was dead,
+Although the kite soar with unbloodied beak?
+Even so suspicious is this tragedy.
+
+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+Are you the butcher, Suffolk? Where's your knife?
+Is Beaufort term'd a kite? Where are his talons?
+
+ +SUFFOLK +
+I wear no knife to slaughter sleeping men;
+But here's a vengeful sword, rusted with ease,
+That shall be scoured in his rancorous heart
+That slanders me with murder's crimson badge.
+Say, if thou darest, proud Lord of Warwick-shire,
+That I am faulty in Duke Humphrey's death.
+

Exeunt CARDINAL, SOMERSET, and others

+
+ +WARWICK +
+What dares not Warwick, if false Suffolk dare him?
+
+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+He dares not calm his contumelious spirit
+Nor cease to be an arrogant controller,
+Though Suffolk dare him twenty thousand times.
+
+ +WARWICK +
+Madam, be still; with reverence may I say;
+For every word you speak in his behalf
+Is slander to your royal dignity.
+
+ +SUFFOLK +
+Blunt-witted lord, ignoble in demeanor!
+If ever lady wrong'd her lord so much,
+Thy mother took into her blameful bed
+Some stern untutor'd churl, and noble stock
+Was graft with crab-tree slip; whose fruit thou art,
+And never of the Nevils' noble race.
+
+ +WARWICK +
+But that the guilt of murder bucklers thee
+And I should rob the deathsman of his fee,
+Quitting thee thereby of ten thousand shames,
+And that my sovereign's presence makes me mild,
+I would, false murderous coward, on thy knee
+Make thee beg pardon for thy passed speech,
+And say it was thy mother that thou meant'st
+That thou thyself was born in bastardy;
+And after all this fearful homage done,
+Give thee thy hire and send thy soul to hell,
+Pernicious blood-sucker of sleeping men!
+
+ +SUFFOLK +
+Thou shall be waking well I shed thy blood,
+If from this presence thou darest go with me.
+
+ +WARWICK +
+Away even now, or I will drag thee hence:
+Unworthy though thou art, I'll cope with thee
+And do some service to Duke Humphrey's ghost.
+

Exeunt SUFFOLK and WARWICK

+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+What stronger breastplate than a heart untainted!
+Thrice is he armed that hath his quarrel just,
+And he but naked, though lock'd up in steel
+Whose conscience with injustice is corrupted.
+

A noise within

+
+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+What noise is this?
+

Re-enter SUFFOLK and WARWICK, with their weapons drawn

+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+Why, how now, lords! your wrathful weapons drawn
+Here in our presence! dare you be so bold?
+Why, what tumultuous clamour have we here?
+
+ +SUFFOLK +
+The traitorous Warwick with the men of Bury
+Set all upon me, mighty sovereign.
+
+ +SALISBURY +
+[To the Commons, entering] Sirs, stand apart;
+the king shall know your mind.
+Dread lord, the commons send you word by me,
+Unless Lord Suffolk straight be done to death,
+Or banished fair England's territories,
+They will by violence tear him from your palace
+And torture him with grievous lingering death.
+They say, by him the good Duke Humphrey died;
+They say, in him they fear your highness' death;
+And mere instinct of love and loyalty,
+Free from a stubborn opposite intent,
+As being thought to contradict your liking,
+Makes them thus forward in his banishment.
+They say, in care of your most royal person,
+That if your highness should intend to sleep
+And charge that no man should disturb your rest
+In pain of your dislike or pain of death,
+Yet, notwithstanding such a strait edict,
+Were there a serpent seen, with forked tongue,
+That slily glided towards your majesty,
+It were but necessary you were waked,
+Lest, being suffer'd in that harmful slumber,
+The mortal worm might make the sleep eternal;
+And therefore do they cry, though you forbid,
+That they will guard you, whether you will or no,
+From such fell serpents as false Suffolk is,
+With whose envenomed and fatal sting,
+Your loving uncle, twenty times his worth,
+They say, is shamefully bereft of life.
+
+ +Commons +
+[Within] An answer from the king, my
+Lord of Salisbury!
+
+ +SUFFOLK +
+'Tis like the commons, rude unpolish'd hinds,
+Could send such message to their sovereign:
+But you, my lord, were glad to be employ'd,
+To show how quaint an orator you are:
+But all the honour Salisbury hath won
+Is, that he was the lord ambassador
+Sent from a sort of tinkers to the king.
+
+ +Commons +
+[Within] An answer from the king, or we will all break in!
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+Go, Salisbury, and tell them all from me.
+I thank them for their tender loving care;
+And had I not been cited so by them,
+Yet did I purpose as they do entreat;
+For, sure, my thoughts do hourly prophesy
+Mischance unto my state by Suffolk's means:
+And therefore, by His majesty I swear,
+Whose far unworthy deputy I am,
+He shall not breathe infection in this air
+But three days longer, on the pain of death.
+

Exit SALISBURY

+
+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+O Henry, let me plead for gentle Suffolk!
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+Ungentle queen, to call him gentle Suffolk!
+No more, I say: if thou dost plead for him,
+Thou wilt but add increase unto my wrath.
+Had I but said, I would have kept my word,
+But when I swear, it is irrevocable.
+If, after three days' space, thou here be'st found
+On any ground that I am ruler of,
+The world shall not be ransom for thy life.
+Come, Warwick, come, good Warwick, go with me;
+I have great matters to impart to thee.
+

Exeunt all but QUEEN MARGARET and SUFFOLK

+
+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+Mischance and sorrow go along with you!
+Heart's discontent and sour affliction
+Be playfellows to keep you company!
+There's two of you; the devil make a third!
+And threefold vengeance tend upon your steps!
+
+ +SUFFOLK +
+Cease, gentle queen, these execrations,
+And let thy Suffolk take his heavy leave.
+
+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+Fie, coward woman and soft-hearted wretch!
+Hast thou not spirit to curse thine enemy?
+
+ +SUFFOLK +
+A plague upon them! wherefore should I curse them?
+Would curses kill, as doth the mandrake's groan,
+I would invent as bitter-searching terms,
+As curst, as harsh and horrible to hear,
+Deliver'd strongly through my fixed teeth,
+With full as many signs of deadly hate,
+As lean-faced Envy in her loathsome cave:
+My tongue should stumble in mine earnest words;
+Mine eyes should sparkle like the beaten flint;
+Mine hair be fixed on end, as one distract;
+Ay, every joint should seem to curse and ban:
+And even now my burthen'd heart would break,
+Should I not curse them. Poison be their drink!
+Gall, worse than gall, the daintiest that they taste!
+Their sweetest shade a grove of cypress trees!
+Their chiefest prospect murdering basilisks!
+Their softest touch as smart as lizards' sting!
+Their music frightful as the serpent's hiss,
+And boding screech-owls make the concert full!
+All the foul terrors in dark-seated hell--
+
+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+Enough, sweet Suffolk; thou torment'st thyself;
+And these dread curses, like the sun 'gainst glass,
+Or like an overcharged gun, recoil,
+And turn the force of them upon thyself.
+
+ +SUFFOLK +
+You bade me ban, and will you bid me leave?
+Now, by the ground that I am banish'd from,
+Well could I curse away a winter's night,
+Though standing naked on a mountain top,
+Where biting cold would never let grass grow,
+And think it but a minute spent in sport.
+
+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+O, let me entreat thee cease. Give me thy hand,
+That I may dew it with my mournful tears;
+Nor let the rain of heaven wet this place,
+To wash away my woful monuments.
+O, could this kiss be printed in thy hand,
+That thou mightst think upon these by the seal,
+Through whom a thousand sighs are breathed for thee!
+So, get thee gone, that I may know my grief;
+'Tis but surmised whiles thou art standing by,
+As one that surfeits thinking on a want.
+I will repeal thee, or, be well assured,
+Adventure to be banished myself:
+And banished I am, if but from thee.
+Go; speak not to me; even now be gone.
+O, go not yet! Even thus two friends condemn'd
+Embrace and kiss and take ten thousand leaves,
+Loather a hundred times to part than die.
+Yet now farewell; and farewell life with thee!
+
+ +SUFFOLK +
+Thus is poor Suffolk ten times banished;
+Once by the king, and three times thrice by thee.
+'Tis not the land I care for, wert thou thence;
+A wilderness is populous enough,
+So Suffolk had thy heavenly company:
+For where thou art, there is the world itself,
+With every several pleasure in the world,
+And where thou art not, desolation.
+I can no more: live thou to joy thy life;
+Myself no joy in nought but that thou livest.
+

Enter VAUX

+
+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+Wither goes Vaux so fast? what news, I prithee?
+
+ +VAUX +
+To signify unto his majesty
+That Cardinal Beaufort is at point of death;
+For suddenly a grievous sickness took him,
+That makes him gasp and stare and catch the air,
+Blaspheming God and cursing men on earth.
+Sometimes he talks as if Duke Humphrey's ghost
+Were by his side; sometime he calls the king,
+And whispers to his pillow, as to him,
+The secrets of his overcharged soul;
+And I am sent to tell his majesty
+That even now he cries aloud for him.
+
+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+Go tell this heavy message to the king.
+

Exit VAUX

+Ay me! what is this world! what news are these!
+But wherefore grieve I at an hour's poor loss,
+Omitting Suffolk's exile, my soul's treasure?
+Why only, Suffolk, mourn I not for thee,
+And with the southern clouds contend in tears,
+Theirs for the earth's increase, mine for my sorrows?
+Now get thee hence: the king, thou know'st, is coming;
+If thou be found by me, thou art but dead.
+
+ +SUFFOLK +
+If I depart from thee, I cannot live;
+And in thy sight to die, what were it else
+But like a pleasant slumber in thy lap?
+Here could I breathe my soul into the air,
+As mild and gentle as the cradle-babe
+Dying with mother's dug between its lips:
+Where, from thy sight, I should be raging mad,
+And cry out for thee to close up mine eyes,
+To have thee with thy lips to stop my mouth;
+So shouldst thou either turn my flying soul,
+Or I should breathe it so into thy body,
+And then it lived in sweet Elysium.
+To die by thee were but to die in jest;
+From thee to die were torture more than death:
+O, let me stay, befall what may befall!
+
+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+Away! though parting be a fretful corrosive,
+It is applied to a deathful wound.
+To France, sweet Suffolk: let me hear from thee;
+For wheresoe'er thou art in this world's globe,
+I'll have an Iris that shall find thee out.
+
+ +SUFFOLK +
+I go.
+
+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+And take my heart with thee.
+
+ +SUFFOLK +
+A jewel, lock'd into the wofull'st cask
+That ever did contain a thing of worth.
+Even as a splitted bark, so sunder we
+This way fall I to death.
+
+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+This way for me.
+

Exeunt severally

+
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SCENE III. A bedchamber.

+ +

+Enter the KING, SALISBURY, WARWICK, to the CARDINAL in bed +
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+How fares my lord? speak, Beaufort, to
+thy sovereign.
+
+ +CARDINAL +
+If thou be'st death, I'll give thee England's treasure,
+Enough to purchase such another island,
+So thou wilt let me live, and feel no pain.
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+Ah, what a sign it is of evil life,
+Where death's approach is seen so terrible!
+
+ +WARWICK +
+Beaufort, it is thy sovereign speaks to thee.
+
+ +CARDINAL +
+Bring me unto my trial when you will.
+Died he not in his bed? where should he die?
+Can I make men live, whether they will or no?
+O, torture me no more! I will confess.
+Alive again? then show me where he is:
+I'll give a thousand pound to look upon him.
+He hath no eyes, the dust hath blinded them.
+Comb down his hair; look, look! it stands upright,
+Like lime-twigs set to catch my winged soul.
+Give me some drink; and bid the apothecary
+Bring the strong poison that I bought of him.
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+O thou eternal Mover of the heavens.
+Look with a gentle eye upon this wretch!
+O, beat away the busy meddling fiend
+That lays strong siege unto this wretch's soul.
+And from his bosom purge this black despair!
+
+ +WARWICK +
+See, how the pangs of death do make him grin!
+
+ +SALISBURY +
+Disturb him not; let him pass peaceably.
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+Peace to his soul, if God's good pleasure be!
+Lord cardinal, if thou think'st on heaven's bliss,
+Hold up thy hand, make signal of thy hope.
+He dies, and makes no sign. O God, forgive him!
+
+ +WARWICK +
+So bad a death argues a monstrous life.
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+Forbear to judge, for we are sinners all.
+Close up his eyes and draw the curtain close;
+And let us all to meditation.
+

Exeunt

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SCENE I. The coast of Kent.

+ +

+Alarum. Fight at sea. Ordnance goes off. Enter a Captain, a Master, a Master's-mate, WALTER WHITMORE, and others; with them SUFFOLK, and others, prisoners +
+ +Captain +
+The gaudy, blabbing and remorseful day
+Is crept into the bosom of the sea;
+And now loud-howling wolves arouse the jades
+That drag the tragic melancholy night;
+Who, with their drowsy, slow and flagging wings,
+Clip dead men's graves and from their misty jaws
+Breathe foul contagious darkness in the air.
+Therefore bring forth the soldiers of our prize;
+For, whilst our pinnace anchors in the Downs,
+Here shall they make their ransom on the sand,
+Or with their blood stain this discolour'd shore.
+Master, this prisoner freely give I thee;
+And thou that art his mate, make boot of this;
+The other, Walter Whitmore, is thy share.
+
+ +First Gentleman +
+What is my ransom, master? let me know.
+
+ +Master +
+A thousand crowns, or else lay down your head.
+Master's-Mate And so much shall you give, or off goes yours.
+
+ +Captain +
+What, think you much to pay two thousand crowns,
+And bear the name and port of gentlemen?
+Cut both the villains' throats; for die you shall:
+The lives of those which we have lost in fight
+Be counterpoised with such a petty sum!
+
+ +First Gentleman +
+I'll give it, sir; and therefore spare my life.
+
+ +Second Gentleman +
+And so will I and write home for it straight.
+
+ +WHITMORE +
+I lost mine eye in laying the prize aboard,
+And therefore to revenge it, shalt thou die;
+

To SUFFOLK

+And so should these, if I might have my will.
+
+ +Captain +
+Be not so rash; take ransom, let him live.
+
+ +SUFFOLK +
+Look on my George; I am a gentleman:
+Rate me at what thou wilt, thou shalt be paid.
+
+ +WHITMORE +
+And so am I; my name is Walter Whitmore.
+How now! why start'st thou? what, doth
+death affright?
+
+ +SUFFOLK +
+Thy name affrights me, in whose sound is death.
+A cunning man did calculate my birth
+And told me that by water I should die:
+Yet let not this make thee be bloody-minded;
+Thy name is Gaultier, being rightly sounded.
+
+ +WHITMORE +
+Gaultier or Walter, which it is, I care not:
+Never yet did base dishonour blur our name,
+But with our sword we wiped away the blot;
+Therefore, when merchant-like I sell revenge,
+Broke be my sword, my arms torn and defaced,
+And I proclaim'd a coward through the world!
+
+ +SUFFOLK +
+Stay, Whitmore; for thy prisoner is a prince,
+The Duke of Suffolk, William de la Pole.
+
+ +WHITMORE +
+The Duke of Suffolk muffled up in rags!
+
+ +SUFFOLK +
+Ay, but these rags are no part of the duke:
+Jove sometimes went disguised, and why not I?
+
+ +Captain +
+But Jove was never slain, as thou shalt be.
+
+ +SUFFOLK +
+Obscure and lowly swain, King Henry's blood,
+The honourable blood of Lancaster,
+Must not be shed by such a jaded groom.
+Hast thou not kiss'd thy hand and held my stirrup?
+Bare-headed plodded by my foot-cloth mule
+And thought thee happy when I shook my head?
+How often hast thou waited at my cup,
+Fed from my trencher, kneel'd down at the board.
+When I have feasted with Queen Margaret?
+Remember it and let it make thee crest-fall'n,
+Ay, and allay this thy abortive pride;
+How in our voiding lobby hast thou stood
+And duly waited for my coming forth?
+This hand of mine hath writ in thy behalf,
+And therefore shall it charm thy riotous tongue.
+
+ +WHITMORE +
+Speak, captain, shall I stab the forlorn swain?
+
+ +Captain +
+First let my words stab him, as he hath me.
+
+ +SUFFOLK +
+Base slave, thy words are blunt and so art thou.
+
+ +Captain +
+Convey him hence and on our longboat's side
+Strike off his head.
+
+ +SUFFOLK +
+Thou darest not, for thy own.
+
+ +Captain +
+Yes, Pole.
+
+ +SUFFOLK +
+ Pole!
+
+ +Captain +
+ Pool! Sir Pool! lord!
+Ay, kennel, puddle, sink; whose filth and dirt
+Troubles the silver spring where England drinks.
+Now will I dam up this thy yawning mouth
+For swallowing the treasure of the realm:
+Thy lips that kiss'd the queen shall sweep the ground;
+And thou that smiledst at good Duke Humphrey's death,
+Against the senseless winds shalt grin in vain,
+Who in contempt shall hiss at thee again:
+And wedded be thou to the hags of hell,
+For daring to affy a mighty lord
+Unto the daughter of a worthless king,
+Having neither subject, wealth, nor diadem.
+By devilish policy art thou grown great,
+And, like ambitious Sylla, overgorged
+With gobbets of thy mother's bleeding heart.
+By thee Anjou and Maine were sold to France,
+The false revolting Normans thorough thee
+Disdain to call us lord, and Picardy
+Hath slain their governors, surprised our forts,
+And sent the ragged soldiers wounded home.
+The princely Warwick, and the Nevils all,
+Whose dreadful swords were never drawn in vain,
+As hating thee, are rising up in arms:
+And now the house of York, thrust from the crown
+By shameful murder of a guiltless king
+And lofty proud encroaching tyranny,
+Burns with revenging fire; whose hopeful colours
+Advance our half-faced sun, striving to shine,
+Under the which is writ 'Invitis nubibus.'
+The commons here in Kent are up in arms:
+And, to conclude, reproach and beggary
+Is crept into the palace of our king.
+And all by thee. Away! convey him hence.
+
+ +SUFFOLK +
+O that I were a god, to shoot forth thunder
+Upon these paltry, servile, abject drudges!
+Small things make base men proud: this villain here,
+Being captain of a pinnace, threatens more
+Than Bargulus the strong Illyrian pirate.
+Drones suck not eagles' blood but rob beehives:
+It is impossible that I should die
+By such a lowly vassal as thyself.
+Thy words move rage and not remorse in me:
+I go of message from the queen to France;
+I charge thee waft me safely cross the Channel.
+
+ +Captain +
+Walter,--
+
+ +WHITMORE +
+Come, Suffolk, I must waft thee to thy death.
+
+ +SUFFOLK +
+Gelidus timor occupat artus it is thee I fear.
+
+ +WHITMORE +
+Thou shalt have cause to fear before I leave thee.
+What, are ye daunted now? now will ye stoop?
+
+ +First Gentleman +
+My gracious lord, entreat him, speak him fair.
+
+ +SUFFOLK +
+Suffolk's imperial tongue is stern and rough,
+Used to command, untaught to plead for favour.
+Far be it we should honour such as these
+With humble suit: no, rather let my head
+Stoop to the block than these knees bow to any
+Save to the God of heaven and to my king;
+And sooner dance upon a bloody pole
+Than stand uncover'd to the vulgar groom.
+True nobility is exempt from fear:
+More can I bear than you dare execute.
+
+ +Captain +
+Hale him away, and let him talk no more.
+
+ +SUFFOLK +
+Come, soldiers, show what cruelty ye can,
+That this my death may never be forgot!
+Great men oft die by vile bezonians:
+A Roman sworder and banditto slave
+Murder'd sweet Tully; Brutus' bastard hand
+Stabb'd Julius Caesar; savage islanders
+Pompey the Great; and Suffolk dies by pirates.
+

Exeunt Whitmore and others with Suffolk

+
+ +Captain +
+And as for these whose ransom we have set,
+It is our pleasure one of them depart;
+Therefore come you with us and let him go.
+

Exeunt all but the First Gentleman

+

Re-enter WHITMORE with SUFFOLK's body

+
+ +WHITMORE +
+There let his head and lifeless body lie,
+Until the queen his mistress bury it.
+

Exit

+
+ +First Gentleman +
+O barbarous and bloody spectacle!
+His body will I bear unto the king:
+If he revenge it not, yet will his friends;
+So will the queen, that living held him dear.
+

Exit with the body

+
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SCENE X. Kent. IDEN's garden.

+ +

+Enter CADE +
+ +CADE +
+Fie on ambition! fie on myself, that have a sword,
+and yet am ready to famish! These five days have I
+hid me in these woods and durst not peep out, for
+all the country is laid for me; but now am I so
+hungry that if I might have a lease of my life for a
+thousand years I could stay no longer. Wherefore,
+on a brick wall have I climbed into this garden, to
+see if I can eat grass, or pick a sallet another
+while, which is not amiss to cool a man's stomach
+this hot weather. And I think this word 'sallet'
+was born to do me good: for many a time, but for a
+sallet, my brainpan had been cleft with a brown
+bill; and many a time, when I have been dry and
+bravely marching, it hath served me instead of a
+quart pot to drink in; and now the word 'sallet'
+must serve me to feed on.
+

Enter IDEN

+
+ +IDEN +
+Lord, who would live turmoiled in the court,
+And may enjoy such quiet walks as these?
+This small inheritance my father left me
+Contenteth me, and worth a monarchy.
+I seek not to wax great by others' waning,
+Or gather wealth, I care not, with what envy:
+Sufficeth that I have maintains my state
+And sends the poor well pleased from my gate.
+
+ +CADE +
+Here's the lord of the soil come to seize me for a
+stray, for entering his fee-simple without leave.
+Ah, villain, thou wilt betray me, and get a thousand
+crowns of the king carrying my head to him: but
+I'll make thee eat iron like an ostrich, and swallow
+my sword like a great pin, ere thou and I part.
+
+ +IDEN +
+Why, rude companion, whatsoe'er thou be,
+I know thee not; why, then, should I betray thee?
+Is't not enough to break into my garden,
+And, like a thief, to come to rob my grounds,
+Climbing my walls in spite of me the owner,
+But thou wilt brave me with these saucy terms?
+
+ +CADE +
+Brave thee! ay, by the best blood that ever was
+broached, and beard thee too. Look on me well: I
+have eat no meat these five days; yet, come thou and
+thy five men, and if I do not leave you all as dead
+as a doornail, I pray God I may never eat grass more.
+
+ +IDEN +
+Nay, it shall ne'er be said, while England stands,
+That Alexander Iden, an esquire of Kent,
+Took odds to combat a poor famish'd man.
+Oppose thy steadfast-gazing eyes to mine,
+See if thou canst outface me with thy looks:
+Set limb to limb, and thou art far the lesser;
+Thy hand is but a finger to my fist,
+Thy leg a stick compared with this truncheon;
+My foot shall fight with all the strength thou hast;
+And if mine arm be heaved in the air,
+Thy grave is digg'd already in the earth.
+As for words, whose greatness answers words,
+Let this my sword report what speech forbears.
+
+ +CADE +
+By my valour, the most complete champion that ever I
+heard! Steel, if thou turn the edge, or cut not out
+the burly-boned clown in chines of beef ere thou
+sleep in thy sheath, I beseech God on my knees thou
+mayst be turned to hobnails.
+

Here they fight. CADE falls

+O, I am slain! famine and no other hath slain me:
+let ten thousand devils come against me, and give me
+but the ten meals I have lost, and I'll defy them
+all. Wither, garden; and be henceforth a
+burying-place to all that do dwell in this house,
+because the unconquered soul of Cade is fled.
+
+ +IDEN +
+Is't Cade that I have slain, that monstrous traitor?
+Sword, I will hollow thee for this thy deed,
+And hang thee o'er my tomb when I am dead:
+Ne'er shall this blood be wiped from thy point;
+But thou shalt wear it as a herald's coat,
+To emblaze the honour that thy master got.
+
+ +CADE +
+Iden, farewell, and be proud of thy victory. Tell
+Kent from me, she hath lost her best man, and exhort
+all the world to be cowards; for I, that never
+feared any, am vanquished by famine, not by valour.
+

Dies

+
+ +IDEN +
+How much thou wrong'st me, heaven be my judge.
+Die, damned wretch, the curse of her that bare thee;
+And as I thrust thy body in with my sword,
+So wish I, I might thrust thy soul to hell.
+Hence will I drag thee headlong by the heels
+Unto a dunghill which shall be thy grave,
+And there cut off thy most ungracious head;
+Which I will bear in triumph to the king,
+Leaving thy trunk for crows to feed upon.
+

Exit

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SCENE II. Blackheath.

+ +

+Enter GEORGE BEVIS and JOHN HOLLAND +
+ +BEVIS +
+Come, and get thee a sword, though made of a lath;
+they have been up these two days.
+
+ +HOLLAND +
+They have the more need to sleep now, then.
+
+ +BEVIS +
+I tell thee, Jack Cade the clothier means to dress
+the commonwealth, and turn it, and set a new nap upon it.
+
+ +HOLLAND +
+So he had need, for 'tis threadbare. Well, I say it
+was never merry world in England since gentlemen came up.
+
+ +BEVIS +
+O miserable age! virtue is not regarded in handicrafts-men.
+
+ +HOLLAND +
+The nobility think scorn to go in leather aprons.
+
+ +BEVIS +
+Nay, more, the king's council are no good workmen.
+
+ +HOLLAND +
+True; and yet it is said, labour in thy vocation;
+which is as much to say as, let the magistrates be
+labouring men; and therefore should we be
+magistrates.
+
+ +BEVIS +
+Thou hast hit it; for there's no better sign of a
+brave mind than a hard hand.
+
+ +HOLLAND +
+I see them! I see them! there's Best's son, the
+tanner of Wingham,--
+
+ +BEVIS +
+He shall have the skin of our enemies, to make
+dog's-leather of.
+
+ +HOLLAND +
+And Dick the Butcher,--
+
+ +BEVIS +
+Then is sin struck down like an ox, and iniquity's
+throat cut like a calf.
+
+ +HOLLAND +
+And Smith the weaver,--
+
+ +BEVIS +
+Argo, their thread of life is spun.
+
+ +HOLLAND +
+Come, come, let's fall in with them.
+

Drum. Enter CADE, DICK the Butcher, SMITH the Weaver, and a Sawyer, with infinite numbers

+
+ +CADE +
+We John Cade, so termed of our supposed father,--
+
+ +DICK +
+[Aside] Or rather, of stealing a cade of herrings.
+
+ +CADE +
+For our enemies shall fall before us, inspired with
+the spirit of putting down kings and princes,
+--Command silence.
+
+ +DICK +
+Silence!
+
+ +CADE +
+My father was a Mortimer,--
+
+ +DICK +
+[Aside] He was an honest man, and a good
+bricklayer.
+
+ +CADE +
+My mother a Plantagenet,--
+
+ +DICK +
+[Aside] I knew her well; she was a midwife.
+
+ +CADE +
+My wife descended of the Lacies,--
+
+ +DICK +
+[Aside] She was, indeed, a pedler's daughter, and
+sold many laces.
+
+ +SMITH +
+[Aside] But now of late, notable to travel with her
+furred pack, she washes bucks here at home.
+
+ +CADE +
+Therefore am I of an honourable house.
+
+ +DICK +
+[Aside] Ay, by my faith, the field is honourable;
+and there was he borne, under a hedge, for his
+father had never a house but the cage.
+
+ +CADE +
+Valiant I am.
+
+ +SMITH +
+[Aside] A' must needs; for beggary is valiant.
+
+ +CADE +
+I am able to endure much.
+
+ +DICK +
+[Aside] No question of that; for I have seen him
+whipped three market-days together.
+
+ +CADE +
+I fear neither sword nor fire.
+
+ +SMITH +
+[Aside] He need not fear the sword; for his coat is of proof.
+
+ +DICK +
+[Aside] But methinks he should stand in fear of
+fire, being burnt i' the hand for stealing of sheep.
+
+ +CADE +
+Be brave, then; for your captain is brave, and vows
+reformation. There shall be in England seven
+halfpenny loaves sold for a penny: the three-hooped
+pot; shall have ten hoops and I will make it felony
+to drink small beer: all the realm shall be in
+common; and in Cheapside shall my palfrey go to
+grass: and when I am king, as king I will be,--
+
+ +ALL +
+God save your majesty!
+
+ +CADE +
+I thank you, good people: there shall be no money;
+all shall eat and drink on my score; and I will
+apparel them all in one livery, that they may agree
+like brothers and worship me their lord.
+
+ +DICK +
+The first thing we do, let's kill all the lawyers.
+
+ +CADE +
+Nay, that I mean to do. Is not this a lamentable
+thing, that of the skin of an innocent lamb should
+be made parchment? that parchment, being scribbled
+o'er, should undo a man? Some say the bee stings:
+but I say, 'tis the bee's wax; for I did but seal
+once to a thing, and I was never mine own man
+since. How now! who's there?
+

Enter some, bringing forward the Clerk of Chatham

+
+ +SMITH +
+The clerk of Chatham: he can write and read and
+cast accompt.
+
+ +CADE +
+O monstrous!
+
+ +SMITH +
+We took him setting of boys' copies.
+
+ +CADE +
+Here's a villain!
+
+ +SMITH +
+Has a book in his pocket with red letters in't.
+
+ +CADE +
+Nay, then, he is a conjurer.
+
+ +DICK +
+Nay, he can make obligations, and write court-hand.
+
+ +CADE +
+I am sorry for't: the man is a proper man, of mine
+honour; unless I find him guilty, he shall not die.
+Come hither, sirrah, I must examine thee: what is thy name?
+
+ +Clerk +
+Emmanuel.
+
+ +DICK +
+They use to write it on the top of letters: 'twill
+go hard with you.
+
+ +CADE +
+Let me alone. Dost thou use to write thy name? or
+hast thou a mark to thyself, like an honest
+plain-dealing man?
+
+ +CLERK +
+Sir, I thank God, I have been so well brought up
+that I can write my name.
+
+ +ALL +
+He hath confessed: away with him! he's a villain
+and a traitor.
+
+ +CADE +
+Away with him, I say! hang him with his pen and
+ink-horn about his neck.
+

Exit one with the Clerk

+

Enter MICHAEL

+
+ +MICHAEL +
+Where's our general?
+
+ +CADE +
+Here I am, thou particular fellow.
+
+ +MICHAEL +
+Fly, fly, fly! Sir Humphrey Stafford and his
+brother are hard by, with the king's forces.
+
+ +CADE +
+Stand, villain, stand, or I'll fell thee down. He
+shall be encountered with a man as good as himself:
+he is but a knight, is a'?
+
+ +MICHAEL +
+No.
+
+ +CADE +
+To equal him, I will make myself a knight presently.
+

Kneels

+Rise up Sir John Mortimer.
+

Rises

+Now have at him!
+

Enter SIR HUMPHREY and WILLIAM STAFFORD, with drum and soldiers

+
+ +SIR HUMPHREY +
+Rebellious hinds, the filth and scum of Kent,
+Mark'd for the gallows, lay your weapons down;
+Home to your cottages, forsake this groom:
+The king is merciful, if you revolt.
+
+ +WILLIAM STAFFORD +
+But angry, wrathful, and inclined to blood,
+If you go forward; therefore yield, or die.
+
+ +CADE +
+As for these silken-coated slaves, I pass not:
+It is to you, good people, that I speak,
+Over whom, in time to come, I hope to reign;
+For I am rightful heir unto the crown.
+
+ +SIR HUMPHREY +
+Villain, thy father was a plasterer;
+And thou thyself a shearman, art thou not?
+
+ +CADE +
+And Adam was a gardener.
+
+ +WILLIAM STAFFORD +
+And what of that?
+
+ +CADE +
+Marry, this: Edmund Mortimer, Earl of March.
+Married the Duke of Clarence' daughter, did he not?
+
+ +SIR HUMPHREY +
+Ay, sir.
+
+ +CADE +
+By her he had two children at one birth.
+
+ +WILLIAM STAFFORD +
+That's false.
+
+ +CADE +
+Ay, there's the question; but I say, 'tis true:
+The elder of them, being put to nurse,
+Was by a beggar-woman stolen away;
+And, ignorant of his birth and parentage,
+Became a bricklayer when he came to age:
+His son am I; deny it, if you can.
+
+ +DICK +
+Nay, 'tis too true; therefore he shall be king.
+
+ +SMITH +
+Sir, he made a chimney in my father's house, and
+the bricks are alive at this day to testify it;
+therefore deny it not.
+
+ +SIR HUMPHREY +
+And will you credit this base drudge's words,
+That speaks he knows not what?
+
+ +ALL +
+Ay, marry, will we; therefore get ye gone.
+
+ +WILLIAM STAFFORD +
+Jack Cade, the Duke of York hath taught you this.
+
+ +CADE +
+[Aside] He lies, for I invented it myself.
+Go to, sirrah, tell the king from me, that, for his
+father's sake, Henry the Fifth, in whose time boys
+went to span-counter for French crowns, I am content
+he shall reign; but I'll be protector over him.
+
+ +DICK +
+And furthermore, well have the Lord Say's head for
+selling the dukedom of Maine.
+
+ +CADE +
+And good reason; for thereby is England mained, and
+fain to go with a staff, but that my puissance holds
+it up. Fellow kings, I tell you that that Lord Say
+hath gelded the commonwealth, and made it an eunuch:
+and more than that, he can speak French; and
+therefore he is a traitor.
+
+ +SIR HUMPHREY +
+O gross and miserable ignorance!
+
+ +CADE +
+Nay, answer, if you can: the Frenchmen are our
+enemies; go to, then, I ask but this: can he that
+speaks with the tongue of an enemy be a good
+counsellor, or no?
+
+ +ALL +
+No, no; and therefore we'll have his head.
+
+ +WILLIAM STAFFORD +
+Well, seeing gentle words will not prevail,
+Assail them with the army of the king.
+
+ +SIR HUMPHREY +
+Herald, away; and throughout every town
+Proclaim them traitors that are up with Cade;
+That those which fly before the battle ends
+May, even in their wives' and children's sight,
+Be hang'd up for example at their doors:
+And you that be the king's friends, follow me.
+

Exeunt WILLIAM STAFFORD and SIR HUMPHREY, and soldiers

+
+ +CADE +
+And you that love the commons, follow me.
+Now show yourselves men; 'tis for liberty.
+We will not leave one lord, one gentleman:
+Spare none but such as go in clouted shoon;
+For they are thrifty honest men, and such
+As would, but that they dare not, take our parts.
+
+ +DICK +
+They are all in order and march toward us.
+
+ +CADE +
+But then are we in order when we are most
+out of order. Come, march forward.
+

Exeunt

+
+ +
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+ + + + + diff --git a/old_work/2kinghenryvi/2henryvi.4.3.html b/old_work/2kinghenryvi/2henryvi.4.3.html new file mode 100644 index 0000000..8d6c596 --- /dev/null +++ b/old_work/2kinghenryvi/2henryvi.4.3.html @@ -0,0 +1,90 @@ + + + + SCENE III. Another part of Blackheath. + + + + + + + +
The Second part of King Henry the Sixth +
+ Shakespeare homepage + | Henry VI, part 2 + | Act 4, Scene 3 +
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+ +

SCENE III. Another part of Blackheath.

+ +

+Alarums to the fight, wherein SIR HUMPHREY and WILLIAM STAFFORD are slain. Enter CADE and the rest +
+ +CADE +
+Where's Dick, the butcher of Ashford?
+
+ +DICK +
+Here, sir.
+
+ +CADE +
+They fell before thee like sheep and oxen, and thou
+behavedst thyself as if thou hadst been in thine own
+slaughter-house: therefore thus will I reward thee,
+the Lent shall be as long again as it is; and thou
+shalt have a licence to kill for a hundred lacking
+one.
+
+ +DICK +
+I desire no more.
+
+ +CADE +
+And, to speak truth, thou deservest no less. This
+monument of the victory will I bear;
+

Putting on SIR HUMPHREY'S brigandine

+and the bodies shall be dragged at my horse' heels
+till I do come to London, where we will have the
+mayor's sword borne before us.
+
+ +DICK +
+If we mean to thrive and do good, break open the
+gaols and let out the prisoners.
+
+ +CADE +
+Fear not that, I warrant thee. Come, let's march
+towards London.
+

Exeunt

+
+ +
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+ + + + + diff --git a/old_work/2kinghenryvi/2henryvi.4.4.html b/old_work/2kinghenryvi/2henryvi.4.4.html new file mode 100644 index 0000000..486da2e --- /dev/null +++ b/old_work/2kinghenryvi/2henryvi.4.4.html @@ -0,0 +1,193 @@ + + + + SCENE IV. London. The palace. + + + + + + + +
The Second part of King Henry the Sixth +
+ Shakespeare homepage + | Henry VI, part 2 + | Act 4, Scene 4 +
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+ +

SCENE IV. London. The palace.

+ +

+Enter KING HENRY VI with a supplication, and the QUEEN with SUFFOLK'S head, BUCKINGHAM and Lord SAY +
+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+Oft have I heard that grief softens the mind,
+And makes it fearful and degenerate;
+Think therefore on revenge and cease to weep.
+But who can cease to weep and look on this?
+Here may his head lie on my throbbing breast:
+But where's the body that I should embrace?
+
+ +BUCKINGHAM +
+What answer makes your grace to the rebels'
+supplication?
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+I'll send some holy bishop to entreat;
+For God forbid so many simple souls
+Should perish by the sword! And I myself,
+Rather than bloody war shall cut them short,
+Will parley with Jack Cade their general:
+But stay, I'll read it over once again.
+
+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+Ah, barbarous villains! hath this lovely face
+Ruled, like a wandering planet, over me,
+And could it not enforce them to relent,
+That were unworthy to behold the same?
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+Lord Say, Jack Cade hath sworn to have thy head.
+
+ +SAY +
+Ay, but I hope your highness shall have his.
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+How now, madam!
+Still lamenting and mourning for Suffolk's death?
+I fear me, love, if that I had been dead,
+Thou wouldst not have mourn'd so much for me.
+
+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+No, my love, I should not mourn, but die for thee.
+

Enter a Messenger

+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+How now! what news? why comest thou in such haste?
+
+ +Messenger +
+The rebels are in Southwark; fly, my lord!
+Jack Cade proclaims himself Lord Mortimer,
+Descended from the Duke of Clarence' house,
+And calls your grace usurper openly
+And vows to crown himself in Westminster.
+His army is a ragged multitude
+Of hinds and peasants, rude and merciless:
+Sir Humphrey Stafford and h is brother's death
+Hath given them heart and courage to proceed:
+All scholars, lawyers, courtiers, gentlemen,
+They call false caterpillars, and intend their death.
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+O graceless men! they know not what they do.
+
+ +BUCKINGHAM +
+My gracious lord, return to Killingworth,
+Until a power be raised to put them down.
+
+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+Ah, were the Duke of Suffolk now alive,
+These Kentish rebels would be soon appeased!
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+Lord Say, the traitors hate thee;
+Therefore away with us to Killingworth.
+
+ +SAY +
+So might your grace's person be in danger.
+The sight of me is odious in their eyes;
+And therefore in this city will I stay
+And live alone as secret as I may.
+

Enter another Messenger

+
+ +Messenger +
+Jack Cade hath gotten London bridge:
+The citizens fly and forsake their houses:
+The rascal people, thirsting after prey,
+Join with the traitor, and they jointly swear
+To spoil the city and your royal court.
+
+ +BUCKINGHAM +
+Then linger not, my lord, away, take horse.
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+Come, Margaret; God, our hope, will succor us.
+
+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+My hope is gone, now Suffolk is deceased.
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+Farewell, my lord: trust not the Kentish rebels.
+
+ +BUCKINGHAM +
+Trust nobody, for fear you be betray'd.
+
+ +SAY +
+The trust I have is in mine innocence,
+And therefore am I bold and resolute.
+

Exeunt

+
+ +
+ Shakespeare homepage + | Henry VI, part 2 + | Act 4, Scene 4 +
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+ + + + + diff --git a/old_work/2kinghenryvi/2henryvi.4.5.html b/old_work/2kinghenryvi/2henryvi.4.5.html new file mode 100644 index 0000000..5455ff7 --- /dev/null +++ b/old_work/2kinghenryvi/2henryvi.4.5.html @@ -0,0 +1,67 @@ + + + + SCENE V. London. The Tower. + + + + + + + +
The Second part of King Henry the Sixth +
+ Shakespeare homepage + | Henry VI, part 2 + | Act 4, Scene 5 +
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+ +

SCENE V. London. The Tower.

+ +

+Enter SCALES upon the Tower, walking. Then enter two or three Citizens below +
+ +SCALES +
+How now! is Jack Cade slain?
+
+ +First Citizen +
+No, my lord, nor likely to be slain; for they have
+won the bridge, killing all those that withstand
+them: the lord mayor craves aid of your honour from
+the Tower, to defend the city from the rebels.
+
+ +SCALES +
+Such aid as I can spare you shall command;
+But I am troubled here with them myself;
+The rebels have assay'd to win the Tower.
+But get you to Smithfield, and gather head,
+And thither I will send you Matthew Goffe;
+Fight for your king, your country and your lives;
+And so, farewell, for I must hence again.
+

Exeunt

+
+ +
+ Shakespeare homepage + | Henry VI, part 2 + | Act 4, Scene 5 +
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+ + + + + diff --git a/old_work/2kinghenryvi/2henryvi.4.6.html b/old_work/2kinghenryvi/2henryvi.4.6.html new file mode 100644 index 0000000..414809b --- /dev/null +++ b/old_work/2kinghenryvi/2henryvi.4.6.html @@ -0,0 +1,84 @@ + + + + SCENE VI. London. Cannon Street. + + + + + + + +
The Second part of King Henry the Sixth +
+ Shakespeare homepage + | Henry VI, part 2 + | Act 4, Scene 6 +
+ Previous scene + | Next scene +
+ +

SCENE VI. London. Cannon Street.

+ +

+Enter CADE and the rest, and strikes his staff on London-stone +
+ +CADE +
+Now is Mortimer lord of this city. And here, sitting
+upon London-stone, I charge and command that, of the
+city's cost, the pissing-conduit run nothing but
+claret wine this first year of our reign. And now
+henceforward it shall be treason for any that calls
+me other than Lord Mortimer.
+

Enter a Soldier, running

+
+ +Soldier +
+Jack Cade! Jack Cade!
+
+ +CADE +
+Knock him down there.
+

They kill him

+
+ +SMITH +
+If this fellow be wise, he'll never call ye Jack
+Cade more: I think he hath a very fair warning.
+
+ +DICK +
+My lord, there's an army gathered together in
+Smithfield.
+
+ +CADE +
+Come, then, let's go fight with them; but first, go
+and set London bridge on fire; and, if you can, burn
+down the Tower too. Come, let's away.
+

Exeunt

+
+ +
+ Shakespeare homepage + | Henry VI, part 2 + | Act 4, Scene 6 +
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+ + + + + diff --git a/old_work/2kinghenryvi/2henryvi.4.7.html b/old_work/2kinghenryvi/2henryvi.4.7.html new file mode 100644 index 0000000..a1ae662 --- /dev/null +++ b/old_work/2kinghenryvi/2henryvi.4.7.html @@ -0,0 +1,326 @@ + + + + SCENE VII. London. Smithfield. + + + + + + + +
The Second part of King Henry the Sixth +
+ Shakespeare homepage + | Henry VI, part 2 + | Act 4, Scene 7 +
+ Previous scene + | Next scene +
+ +

SCENE VII. London. Smithfield.

+ +

+Alarums. MATTHEW GOFFE is slain, and all the rest. Then enter CADE, with his company. +
+ +CADE +
+So, sirs: now go some and pull down the Savoy;
+others to the inns of court; down with them all.
+
+ +DICK +
+I have a suit unto your lordship.
+
+ +CADE +
+Be it a lordship, thou shalt have it for that word.
+
+ +DICK +
+Only that the laws of England may come out of your mouth.
+
+ +HOLLAND +
+[Aside] Mass, 'twill be sore law, then; for he was
+thrust in the mouth with a spear, and 'tis not whole
+yet.
+
+ +SMITH +
+[Aside] Nay, John, it will be stinking law for his
+breath stinks with eating toasted cheese.
+
+ +CADE +
+I have thought upon it, it shall be so. Away, burn
+all the records of the realm: my mouth shall be
+the parliament of England.
+
+ +HOLLAND +
+[Aside] Then we are like to have biting statutes,
+unless his teeth be pulled out.
+
+ +CADE +
+And henceforward all things shall be in common.
+

Enter a Messenger

+
+ +Messenger +
+My lord, a prize, a prize! here's the Lord Say,
+which sold the towns in France; he that made us pay
+one and twenty fifteens, and one shilling to the
+pound, the last subsidy.
+

Enter BEVIS, with Lord SAY

+
+ +CADE +
+Well, he shall be beheaded for it ten times. Ah,
+thou say, thou serge, nay, thou buckram lord! now
+art thou within point-blank of our jurisdiction
+regal. What canst thou answer to my majesty for
+giving up of Normandy unto Mounsieur Basimecu, the
+dauphin of France? Be it known unto thee by these
+presence, even the presence of Lord Mortimer, that I
+am the besom that must sweep the court clean of such
+filth as thou art. Thou hast most traitorously
+corrupted the youth of the realm in erecting a
+grammar school; and whereas, before, our forefathers
+had no other books but the score and the tally, thou
+hast caused printing to be used, and, contrary to
+the king, his crown and dignity, thou hast built a
+paper-mill. It will be proved to thy face that thou
+hast men about thee that usually talk of a noun and
+a verb, and such abominable words as no Christian
+ear can endure to hear. Thou hast appointed
+justices of peace, to call poor men before them
+about matters they were not able to answer.
+Moreover, thou hast put them in prison; and because
+they could not read, thou hast hanged them; when,
+indeed, only for that cause they have been most
+worthy to live. Thou dost ride in a foot-cloth, dost thou not?
+
+ +SAY +
+What of that?
+
+ +CADE +
+Marry, thou oughtest not to let thy horse wear a
+cloak, when honester men than thou go in their hose
+and doublets.
+
+ +DICK +
+And work in their shirt too; as myself, for example,
+that am a butcher.
+
+ +SAY +
+You men of Kent,--
+
+ +DICK +
+What say you of Kent?
+
+ +SAY +
+Nothing but this; 'tis 'bona terra, mala gens.'
+
+ +CADE +
+Away with him, away with him! he speaks Latin.
+
+ +SAY +
+Hear me but speak, and bear me where you will.
+Kent, in the Commentaries Caesar writ,
+Is term'd the civil'st place of this isle:
+Sweet is the country, because full of riches;
+The people liberal, valiant, active, wealthy;
+Which makes me hope you are not void of pity.
+I sold not Maine, I lost not Normandy,
+Yet, to recover them, would lose my life.
+Justice with favour have I always done;
+Prayers and tears have moved me, gifts could never.
+When have I aught exacted at your hands,
+But to maintain the king, the realm and you?
+Large gifts have I bestow'd on learned clerks,
+Because my book preferr'd me to the king,
+And seeing ignorance is the curse of God,
+Knowledge the wing wherewith we fly to heaven,
+Unless you be possess'd with devilish spirits,
+You cannot but forbear to murder me:
+This tongue hath parley'd unto foreign kings
+For your behoof,--
+
+ +CADE +
+Tut, when struck'st thou one blow in the field?
+
+ +SAY +
+Great men have reaching hands: oft have I struck
+Those that I never saw and struck them dead.
+
+ +BEVIS +
+O monstrous coward! what, to come behind folks?
+
+ +SAY +
+These cheeks are pale for watching for your good.
+
+ +CADE +
+Give him a box o' the ear and that will make 'em red again.
+
+ +SAY +
+Long sitting to determine poor men's causes
+Hath made me full of sickness and diseases.
+
+ +CADE +
+Ye shall have a hempen caudle, then, and the help of hatchet.
+
+ +DICK +
+Why dost thou quiver, man?
+
+ +SAY +
+The palsy, and not fear, provokes me.
+
+ +CADE +
+Nay, he nods at us, as who should say, I'll be even
+with you: I'll see if his head will stand steadier
+on a pole, or no. Take him away, and behead him.
+
+ +SAY +
+Tell me wherein have I offended most?
+Have I affected wealth or honour? speak.
+Are my chests fill'd up with extorted gold?
+Is my apparel sumptuous to behold?
+Whom have I injured, that ye seek my death?
+These hands are free from guiltless bloodshedding,
+This breast from harbouring foul deceitful thoughts.
+O, let me live!
+
+ +CADE +
+[Aside] I feel remorse in myself with his words;
+but I'll bridle it: he shall die, an it be but for
+pleading so well for his life. Away with him! he
+has a familiar under his tongue; he speaks not o'
+God's name. Go, take him away, I say, and strike
+off his head presently; and then break into his
+son-in-law's house, Sir James Cromer, and strike off
+his head, and bring them both upon two poles hither.
+
+ +ALL +
+It shall be done.
+
+ +SAY +
+Ah, countrymen! if when you make your prayers,
+God should be so obdurate as yourselves,
+How would it fare with your departed souls?
+And therefore yet relent, and save my life.
+
+ +CADE +
+Away with him! and do as I command ye.
+

Exeunt some with Lord SAY

+The proudest peer in the realm shall not wear a head
+on his shoulders, unless he pay me tribute; there
+shall not a maid be married, but she shall pay to me
+her maidenhead ere they have it: men shall hold of
+me in capite; and we charge and command that their
+wives be as free as heart can wish or tongue can tell.
+
+ +DICK +
+My lord, when shall we go to Cheapside and take up
+commodities upon our bills?
+
+ +CADE +
+Marry, presently.
+
+ +ALL +
+O, brave!
+

Re-enter one with the heads

+
+ +CADE +
+But is not this braver? Let them kiss one another,
+for they loved well when they were alive. Now part
+them again, lest they consult about the giving up of
+some more towns in France. Soldiers, defer the
+spoil of the city until night: for with these borne
+before us, instead of maces, will we ride through
+the streets, and at every corner have them kiss. Away!
+

Exeunt

+
+ +
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The Second part of King Henry the Sixth +
+ Shakespeare homepage + | Henry VI, part 2 + | Act 4, Scene 8 +
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+ +

SCENE VIII. Southwark.

+ +

+Alarum and retreat. Enter CADE and all his rabblement +
+ +CADE +
+Up Fish Street! down Saint Magnus' Corner! Kill
+and knock down! throw them into Thames!
+

Sound a parley

+What noise is this I hear? Dare any be so bold to
+sound retreat or parley, when I command them kill?
+

Enter BUCKINGHAM and CLIFFORD, attended

+
+ +BUCKINGHAM +
+Ay, here they be that dare and will disturb thee:
+Know, Cade, we come ambassadors from the king
+Unto the commons whom thou hast misled;
+And here pronounce free pardon to them all
+That will forsake thee and go home in peace.
+
+ +CLIFFORD +
+What say ye, countrymen? will ye relent,
+And yield to mercy whilst 'tis offer'd you;
+Or let a rebel lead you to your deaths?
+Who loves the king and will embrace his pardon,
+Fling up his cap, and say 'God save his majesty!'
+Who hateth him and honours not his father,
+Henry the Fifth, that made all France to quake,
+Shake he his weapon at us and pass by.
+
+ +ALL +
+God save the king! God save the king!
+
+ +CADE +
+What, Buckingham and Clifford, are ye so brave? And
+you, base peasants, do ye believe him? will you
+needs be hanged with your pardons about your necks?
+Hath my sword therefore broke through London gates,
+that you should leave me at the White Hart in
+Southwark? I thought ye would never have given out
+these arms till you had recovered your ancient
+freedom: but you are all recreants and dastards,
+and delight to live in slavery to the nobility. Let
+them break your backs with burthens, take your
+houses over your heads, ravish your wives and
+daughters before your faces: for me, I will make
+shift for one; and so, God's curse light upon you
+all!
+
+ +ALL +
+We'll follow Cade, we'll follow Cade!
+
+ +CLIFFORD +
+Is Cade the son of Henry the Fifth,
+That thus you do exclaim you'll go with him?
+Will he conduct you through the heart of France,
+And make the meanest of you earls and dukes?
+Alas, he hath no home, no place to fly to;
+Nor knows he how to live but by the spoil,
+Unless by robbing of your friends and us.
+Were't not a shame, that whilst you live at jar,
+The fearful French, whom you late vanquished,
+Should make a start o'er seas and vanquish you?
+Methinks already in this civil broil
+I see them lording it in London streets,
+Crying 'Villiago!' unto all they meet.
+Better ten thousand base-born Cades miscarry
+Than you should stoop unto a Frenchman's mercy.
+To France, to France, and get what you have lost;
+Spare England, for it is your native coast;
+Henry hath money, you are strong and manly;
+God on our side, doubt not of victory.
+
+ +ALL +
+A Clifford! a Clifford! we'll follow the king and Clifford.
+
+ +CADE +
+Was ever feather so lightly blown to and fro as this
+multitude? The name of Henry the Fifth hales them
+to an hundred mischiefs, and makes them leave me
+desolate. I see them lay their heads together to
+surprise me. My sword make way for me, for here is
+no staying. In despite of the devils and hell, have
+through the very middest of you? and heavens and
+honour be witness, that no want of resolution in me.
+but only my followers' base and ignominious
+treasons, makes me betake me to my heels.
+

Exit

+
+ +BUCKINGHAM +
+What, is he fled? Go some, and follow him;
+And he that brings his head unto the king
+Shall have a thousand crowns for his reward.
+

Exeunt some of them

+Follow me, soldiers: we'll devise a mean
+To reconcile you all unto the king.
+

Exeunt

+
+ +
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The Second part of King Henry the Sixth +
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SCENE IX. Kenilworth Castle.

+ +

+Sound Trumpets. Enter KING HENRY VI, QUEEN MARGARET, and SOMERSET, on the terrace +
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+Was ever king that joy'd an earthly throne,
+And could command no more content than I?
+No sooner was I crept out of my cradle
+But I was made a king, at nine months old.
+Was never subject long'd to be a king
+As I do long and wish to be a subject.
+

Enter BUCKINGHAM and CLIFFORD

+
+ +BUCKINGHAM +
+Health and glad tidings to your majesty!
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+Why, Buckingham, is the traitor Cade surprised?
+Or is he but retired to make him strong?
+

Enter below, multitudes, with halters about their necks

+
+ +CLIFFORD +
+He is fled, my lord, and all his powers do yield;
+And humbly thus, with halters on their necks,
+Expect your highness' doom of life or death.
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+Then, heaven, set ope thy everlasting gates,
+To entertain my vows of thanks and praise!
+Soldiers, this day have you redeemed your lives,
+And show'd how well you love your prince and country:
+Continue still in this so good a mind,
+And Henry, though he be infortunate,
+Assure yourselves, will never be unkind:
+And so, with thanks and pardon to you all,
+I do dismiss you to your several countries.
+
+ +ALL +
+God save the king! God save the king!
+

Enter a Messenger

+
+ +Messenger +
+Please it your grace to be advertised
+The Duke of York is newly come from Ireland,
+And with a puissant and a mighty power
+Of gallowglasses and stout kerns
+Is marching hitherward in proud array,
+And still proclaimeth, as he comes along,
+His arms are only to remove from thee
+The Duke of Somerset, whom he terms traitor.
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+Thus stands my state, 'twixt Cade and York distress'd.
+Like to a ship that, having 'scaped a tempest,
+Is straightway calm'd and boarded with a pirate:
+But now is Cade driven back, his men dispersed;
+And now is York in arms to second him.
+I pray thee, Buckingham, go and meet him,
+And ask him what's the reason of these arms.
+Tell him I'll send Duke Edmund to the Tower;
+And, Somerset, we'll commit thee thither,
+Until his army be dismiss'd from him.
+
+ +SOMERSET +
+My lord,
+I'll yield myself to prison willingly,
+Or unto death, to do my country good.
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+In any case, be not too rough in terms;
+For he is fierce and cannot brook hard language.
+
+ +BUCKINGHAM +
+I will, my lord; and doubt not so to deal
+As all things shall redound unto your good.
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+Come, wife, let's in, and learn to govern better;
+For yet may England curse my wretched reign.
+

Flourish. Exeunt

+
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The Second part of King Henry the Sixth +
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SCENE I. Fields between Dartford and Blackheath.

+ +

+Enter YORK, and his army of Irish, with drum and colours +
+ +YORK +
+From Ireland thus comes York to claim his right,
+And pluck the crown from feeble Henry's head:
+Ring, bells, aloud; burn, bonfires, clear and bright,
+To entertain great England's lawful king.
+Ah! sancta majestas, who would not buy thee dear?
+Let them obey that know not how to rule;
+This hand was made to handle naught but gold.
+I cannot give due action to my words,
+Except a sword or sceptre balance it:
+A sceptre shall it have, have I a soul,
+On which I'll toss the flower-de-luce of France.
+

Enter BUCKINGHAM

+Whom have we here? Buckingham, to disturb me?
+The king hath sent him, sure: I must dissemble.
+
+ +BUCKINGHAM +
+York, if thou meanest well, I greet thee well.
+
+ +YORK +
+Humphrey of Buckingham, I accept thy greeting.
+Art thou a messenger, or come of pleasure?
+
+ +BUCKINGHAM +
+A messenger from Henry, our dread liege,
+To know the reason of these arms in peace;
+Or why thou, being a subject as I am,
+Against thy oath and true allegiance sworn,
+Should raise so great a power without his leave,
+Or dare to bring thy force so near the court.
+
+ +YORK +
+[Aside] Scarce can I speak, my choler is so great:
+O, I could hew up rocks and fight with flint,
+I am so angry at these abject terms;
+And now, like Ajax Telamonius,
+On sheep or oxen could I spend my fury.
+I am far better born than is the king,
+More like a king, more kingly in my thoughts:
+But I must make fair weather yet a while,
+Till Henry be more weak and I more strong,--
+Buckingham, I prithee, pardon me,
+That I have given no answer all this while;
+My mind was troubled with deep melancholy.
+The cause why I have brought this army hither
+Is to remove proud Somerset from the king,
+Seditious to his grace and to the state.
+
+ +BUCKINGHAM +
+That is too much presumption on thy part:
+But if thy arms be to no other end,
+The king hath yielded unto thy demand:
+The Duke of Somerset is in the Tower.
+
+ +YORK +
+Upon thine honour, is he prisoner?
+
+ +BUCKINGHAM +
+Upon mine honour, he is prisoner.
+
+ +YORK +
+Then, Buckingham, I do dismiss my powers.
+Soldiers, I thank you all; disperse yourselves;
+Meet me to-morrow in St. George's field,
+You shall have pay and every thing you wish.
+And let my sovereign, virtuous Henry,
+Command my eldest son, nay, all my sons,
+As pledges of my fealty and love;
+I'll send them all as willing as I live:
+Lands, goods, horse, armour, any thing I have,
+Is his to use, so Somerset may die.
+
+ +BUCKINGHAM +
+York, I commend this kind submission:
+We twain will go into his highness' tent.
+

Enter KING HENRY VI and Attendants

+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+Buckingham, doth York intend no harm to us,
+That thus he marcheth with thee arm in arm?
+
+ +YORK +
+In all submission and humility
+York doth present himself unto your highness.
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+Then what intends these forces thou dost bring?
+
+ +YORK +
+To heave the traitor Somerset from hence,
+And fight against that monstrous rebel Cade,
+Who since I heard to be discomfited.
+

Enter IDEN, with CADE'S head

+
+ +IDEN +
+If one so rude and of so mean condition
+May pass into the presence of a king,
+Lo, I present your grace a traitor's head,
+The head of Cade, whom I in combat slew.
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+The head of Cade! Great God, how just art Thou!
+O, let me view his visage, being dead,
+That living wrought me such exceeding trouble.
+Tell me, my friend, art thou the man that slew him?
+
+ +IDEN +
+I was, an't like your majesty.
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+How art thou call'd? and what is thy degree?
+
+ +IDEN +
+Alexander Iden, that's my name;
+A poor esquire of Kent, that loves his king.
+
+ +BUCKINGHAM +
+So please it you, my lord, 'twere not amiss
+He were created knight for his good service.
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+Iden, kneel down.
+

He kneels

+Rise up a knight.
+We give thee for reward a thousand marks,
+And will that thou henceforth attend on us.
+
+ +IDEN +
+May Iden live to merit such a bounty.
+And never live but true unto his liege!
+

Rises

+

Enter QUEEN MARGARET and SOMERSET

+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+See, Buckingham, Somerset comes with the queen:
+Go, bid her hide him quickly from the duke.
+
+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+For thousand Yorks he shall not hide his head,
+But boldly stand and front him to his face.
+
+ +YORK +
+How now! is Somerset at liberty?
+Then, York, unloose thy long-imprison'd thoughts,
+And let thy tongue be equal with thy heart.
+Shall I endure the sight of Somerset?
+False king! why hast thou broken faith with me,
+Knowing how hardly I can brook abuse?
+King did I call thee? no, thou art not king,
+Not fit to govern and rule multitudes,
+Which darest not, no, nor canst not rule a traitor.
+That head of thine doth not become a crown;
+Thy hand is made to grasp a palmer's staff,
+And not to grace an awful princely sceptre.
+That gold must round engirt these brows of mine,
+Whose smile and frown, like to Achilles' spear,
+Is able with the change to kill and cure.
+Here is a hand to hold a sceptre up
+And with the same to act controlling laws.
+Give place: by heaven, thou shalt rule no more
+O'er him whom heaven created for thy ruler.
+
+ +SOMERSET +
+O monstrous traitor! I arrest thee, York,
+Of capital treason 'gainst the king and crown;
+Obey, audacious traitor; kneel for grace.
+
+ +YORK +
+Wouldst have me kneel? first let me ask of these,
+If they can brook I bow a knee to man.
+Sirrah, call in my sons to be my bail;
+

Exit Attendant

+I know, ere they will have me go to ward,
+They'll pawn their swords for my enfranchisement.
+
+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+Call hither Clifford! bid him come amain,
+To say if that the bastard boys of York
+Shall be the surety for their traitor father.
+

Exit BUCKINGHAM

+
+ +YORK +
+O blood-besotted Neapolitan,
+Outcast of Naples, England's bloody scourge!
+The sons of York, thy betters in their birth,
+Shall be their father's bail; and bane to those
+That for my surety will refuse the boys!
+

Enter EDWARD and RICHARD

+See where they come: I'll warrant they'll
+make it good.
+

Enter CLIFFORD and YOUNG CLIFFORD

+
+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+And here comes Clifford to deny their bail.
+
+ +CLIFFORD +
+Health and all happiness to my lord the king!
+

Kneels

+
+ +YORK +
+I thank thee, Clifford: say, what news with thee?
+Nay, do not fright us with an angry look;
+We are thy sovereign, Clifford, kneel again;
+For thy mistaking so, we pardon thee.
+
+ +CLIFFORD +
+This is my king, York, I do not mistake;
+But thou mistakest me much to think I do:
+To Bedlam with him! is the man grown mad?
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+Ay, Clifford; a bedlam and ambitious humour
+Makes him oppose himself against his king.
+
+ +CLIFFORD +
+He is a traitor; let him to the Tower,
+And chop away that factious pate of his.
+
+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+He is arrested, but will not obey;
+His sons, he says, shall give their words for him.
+
+ +YORK +
+Will you not, sons?
+
+ +EDWARD +
+Ay, noble father, if our words will serve.
+
+ +RICHARD +
+And if words will not, then our weapons shall.
+
+ +CLIFFORD +
+Why, what a brood of traitors have we here!
+
+ +YORK +
+Look in a glass, and call thy image so:
+I am thy king, and thou a false-heart traitor.
+Call hither to the stake my two brave bears,
+That with the very shaking of their chains
+They may astonish these fell-lurking curs:
+Bid Salisbury and Warwick come to me.
+

Enter the WARWICK and SALISBURY

+
+ +CLIFFORD +
+Are these thy bears? we'll bait thy bears to death.
+And manacle the bear-ward in their chains,
+If thou darest bring them to the baiting place.
+
+ +RICHARD +
+Oft have I seen a hot o'erweening cur
+Run back and bite, because he was withheld;
+Who, being suffer'd with the bear's fell paw,
+Hath clapp'd his tail between his legs and cried:
+And such a piece of service will you do,
+If you oppose yourselves to match Lord Warwick.
+
+ +CLIFFORD +
+Hence, heap of wrath, foul indigested lump,
+As crooked in thy manners as thy shape!
+
+ +YORK +
+Nay, we shall heat you thoroughly anon.
+
+ +CLIFFORD +
+Take heed, lest by your heat you burn yourselves.
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+Why, Warwick, hath thy knee forgot to bow?
+Old Salisbury, shame to thy silver hair,
+Thou mad misleader of thy brain-sick son!
+What, wilt thou on thy death-bed play the ruffian,
+And seek for sorrow with thy spectacles?
+O, where is faith? O, where is loyalty?
+If it be banish'd from the frosty head,
+Where shall it find a harbour in the earth?
+Wilt thou go dig a grave to find out war,
+And shame thine honourable age with blood?
+Why art thou old, and want'st experience?
+Or wherefore dost abuse it, if thou hast it?
+For shame! in duty bend thy knee to me
+That bows unto the grave with mickle age.
+
+ +SALISBURY +
+My lord, I have consider'd with myself
+The title of this most renowned duke;
+And in my conscience do repute his grace
+The rightful heir to England's royal seat.
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+Hast thou not sworn allegiance unto me?
+
+ +SALISBURY +
+I have.
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+Canst thou dispense with heaven for such an oath?
+
+ +SALISBURY +
+It is great sin to swear unto a sin,
+But greater sin to keep a sinful oath.
+Who can be bound by any solemn vow
+To do a murderous deed, to rob a man,
+To force a spotless virgin's chastity,
+To reave the orphan of his patrimony,
+To wring the widow from her custom'd right,
+And have no other reason for this wrong
+But that he was bound by a solemn oath?
+
+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+A subtle traitor needs no sophister.
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+Call Buckingham, and bid him arm himself.
+
+ +YORK +
+Call Buckingham, and all the friends thou hast,
+I am resolved for death or dignity.
+
+ +CLIFFORD +
+The first I warrant thee, if dreams prove true.
+
+ +WARWICK +
+You were best to go to bed and dream again,
+To keep thee from the tempest of the field.
+
+ +CLIFFORD +
+I am resolved to bear a greater storm
+Than any thou canst conjure up to-day;
+And that I'll write upon thy burgonet,
+Might I but know thee by thy household badge.
+
+ +WARWICK +
+Now, by my father's badge, old Nevil's crest,
+The rampant bear chain'd to the ragged staff,
+This day I'll wear aloft my burgonet,
+As on a mountain top the cedar shows
+That keeps his leaves in spite of any storm,
+Even to affright thee with the view thereof.
+
+ +CLIFFORD +
+And from thy burgonet I'll rend thy bear
+And tread it under foot with all contempt,
+Despite the bear-ward that protects the bear.
+
+ +YOUNG CLIFFORD +
+And so to arms, victorious father,
+To quell the rebels and their complices.
+
+ +RICHARD +
+Fie! charity, for shame! speak not in spite,
+For you shall sup with Jesu Christ to-night.
+
+ +YOUNG CLIFFORD +
+Foul stigmatic, that's more than thou canst tell.
+
+ +RICHARD +
+If not in heaven, you'll surely sup in hell.
+

Exeunt severally

+
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+ +

SCENE II. Saint Alban's.

+ +

+Alarums to the battle. Enter WARWICK +
+ +WARWICK +
+Clifford of Cumberland, 'tis Warwick calls:
+And if thou dost not hide thee from the bear,
+Now, when the angry trumpet sounds alarum
+And dead men's cries do fill the empty air,
+Clifford, I say, come forth and fight with me:
+Proud northern lord, Clifford of Cumberland,
+Warwick is hoarse with calling thee to arms.
+

Enter YORK

+How now, my noble lord? what, all afoot?
+
+ +YORK +
+The deadly-handed Clifford slew my steed,
+But match to match I have encounter'd him
+And made a prey for carrion kites and crows
+Even of the bonny beast he loved so well.
+

Enter CLIFFORD

+
+ +WARWICK +
+Of one or both of us the time is come.
+
+ +YORK +
+Hold, Warwick, seek thee out some other chase,
+For I myself must hunt this deer to death.
+
+ +WARWICK +
+Then, nobly, York; 'tis for a crown thou fight'st.
+As I intend, Clifford, to thrive to-day,
+It grieves my soul to leave thee unassail'd.
+

Exit

+
+ +CLIFFORD +
+What seest thou in me, York? why dost thou pause?
+
+ +YORK +
+With thy brave bearing should I be in love,
+But that thou art so fast mine enemy.
+
+ +CLIFFORD +
+Nor should thy prowess want praise and esteem,
+But that 'tis shown ignobly and in treason.
+
+ +YORK +
+So let it help me now against thy sword
+As I in justice and true right express it.
+
+ +CLIFFORD +
+My soul and body on the action both!
+
+ +YORK +
+A dreadful lay! Address thee instantly.
+

They fight, and CLIFFORD falls

+
+ +CLIFFORD +
+La fin couronne les oeuvres.
+

Dies

+
+ +YORK +
+Thus war hath given thee peace, for thou art still.
+Peace with his soul, heaven, if it be thy will!
+

Exit

+

Enter YOUNG CLIFFORD

+
+ +YOUNG CLIFFORD +
+Shame and confusion! all is on the rout;
+Fear frames disorder, and disorder wounds
+Where it should guard. O war, thou son of hell,
+Whom angry heavens do make their minister
+Throw in the frozen bosoms of our part
+Hot coals of vengeance! Let no soldier fly.
+He that is truly dedicate to war
+Hath no self-love, nor he that loves himself
+Hath not essentially but by circumstance
+The name of valour.
+

Seeing his dead father

+O, let the vile world end,
+And the premised flames of the last day
+Knit earth and heaven together!
+Now let the general trumpet blow his blast,
+Particularities and petty sounds
+To cease! Wast thou ordain'd, dear father,
+To lose thy youth in peace, and to achieve
+The silver livery of advised age,
+And, in thy reverence and thy chair-days, thus
+To die in ruffian battle? Even at this sight
+My heart is turn'd to stone: and while 'tis mine,
+It shall be stony. York not our old men spares;
+No more will I their babes: tears virginal
+Shall be to me even as the dew to fire,
+And beauty that the tyrant oft reclaims
+Shall to my flaming wrath be oil and flax.
+Henceforth I will not have to do with pity:
+Meet I an infant of the house of York,
+Into as many gobbets will I cut it
+As wild Medea young Absyrtus did:
+In cruelty will I seek out my fame.
+Come, thou new ruin of old Clifford's house:
+As did AEneas old Anchises bear,
+So bear I thee upon my manly shoulders;
+But then AEneas bare a living load,
+Nothing so heavy as these woes of mine.
+

Exit, bearing off his father

+

Enter RICHARD and SOMERSET to fight. SOMERSET is killed

+
+ +RICHARD +
+So, lie thou there;
+For underneath an alehouse' paltry sign,
+The Castle in Saint Alban's, Somerset
+Hath made the wizard famous in his death.
+Sword, hold thy temper; heart, be wrathful still:
+Priests pray for enemies, but princes kill.
+

Exit

+

Fight: excursions. Enter KING HENRY VI, QUEEN MARGARET, and others

+
+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+Away, my lord! you are slow; for shame, away!
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+Can we outrun the heavens? good Margaret, stay.
+
+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+What are you made of? you'll nor fight nor fly:
+Now is it manhood, wisdom and defence,
+To give the enemy way, and to secure us
+By what we can, which can no more but fly.
+

Alarum afar off

+If you be ta'en, we then should see the bottom
+Of all our fortunes: but if we haply scape,
+As well we may, if not through your neglect,
+We shall to London get, where you are loved
+And where this breach now in our fortunes made
+May readily be stopp'd.
+

Re-enter YOUNG CLIFFORD

+
+ +YOUNG CLIFFORD +
+But that my heart's on future mischief set,
+I would speak blasphemy ere bid you fly:
+But fly you must; uncurable discomfit
+Reigns in the hearts of all our present parts.
+Away, for your relief! and we will live
+To see their day and them our fortune give:
+Away, my lord, away!
+

Exeunt

+
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SCENE III. Fields near St. Alban's.

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+Alarum. Retreat. Enter YORK, RICHARD, WARWICK, and Soldiers, with drum and colours +
+ +YORK +
+Of Salisbury, who can report of him,
+That winter lion, who in rage forgets
+Aged contusions and all brush of time,
+And, like a gallant in the brow of youth,
+Repairs him with occasion? This happy day
+Is not itself, nor have we won one foot,
+If Salisbury be lost.
+
+ +RICHARD +
+My noble father,
+Three times to-day I holp him to his horse,
+Three times bestrid him; thrice I led him off,
+Persuaded him from any further act:
+But still, where danger was, still there I met him;
+And like rich hangings in a homely house,
+So was his will in his old feeble body.
+But, noble as he is, look where he comes.
+

Enter SALISBURY

+
+ +SALISBURY +
+Now, by my sword, well hast thou fought to-day;
+By the mass, so did we all. I thank you, Richard:
+God knows how long it is I have to live;
+And it hath pleased him that three times to-day
+You have defended me from imminent death.
+Well, lords, we have not got that which we have:
+'Tis not enough our foes are this time fled,
+Being opposites of such repairing nature.
+
+ +YORK +
+I know our safety is to follow them;
+For, as I hear, the king is fled to London,
+To call a present court of parliament.
+Let us pursue him ere the writs go forth.
+What says Lord Warwick? shall we after them?
+
+ +WARWICK +
+After them! nay, before them, if we can.
+Now, by my faith, lords, 'twas a glorious day:
+Saint Alban's battle won by famous York
+Shall be eternized in all age to come.
+Sound drums and trumpets, and to London all:
+And more such days as these to us befall!
+

Exeunt

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The Second part of King Henry the Sixth +
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+Act 1, Scene 1: London. The palace.
+Act 1, Scene 2: GLOUCESTER'S house.
+Act 1, Scene 3: The palace.
+Act 1, Scene 4: GLOUCESTER's garden.
+

+Act 2, Scene 1: Saint Alban's.
+Act 2, Scene 2: London. YORK'S garden.
+Act 2, Scene 3: A hall of justice.
+Act 2, Scene 4: A street.
+

+Act 3, Scene 1: The Abbey at Bury St. Edmund's.
+Act 3, Scene 2: Bury St. Edmund's. A room of state.
+Act 3, Scene 3: A bedchamber.
+

+Act 4, Scene 1: The coast of Kent.
+Act 4, Scene 2: Blackheath.
+Act 4, Scene 3: Another part of Blackheath.
+Act 4, Scene 4: London. The palace.
+Act 4, Scene 5: London. The Tower.
+Act 4, Scene 6: London. Cannon Street.
+Act 4, Scene 7: London. Smithfield.
+Act 4, Scene 8: Southwark.
+Act 4, Scene 9: Kenilworth Castle.
+Act 4, Scene 10: Kent. IDEN's garden.
+

+Act 5, Scene 1: Fields between Dartford and Blackheath.
+Act 5, Scene 2: Saint Alban's.
+Act 5, Scene 3: Fields near St. Alban's.
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The Second part of King Henry the Sixth +
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ACT I

+

SCENE I. London. The palace.

+

+Flourish of trumpets: then hautboys. Enter KING HENRY VI, GLOUCESTER, SALISBURY, WARWICK, and CARDINAL, on the one side; QUEEN MARGARET, SUFFOLK, YORK, SOMERSET, and BUCKINGHAM, on the other +
+ +SUFFOLK +
+As by your high imperial majesty
+I had in charge at my depart for France,
+As procurator to your excellence,
+To marry Princess Margaret for your grace,
+So, in the famous ancient city, Tours,
+In presence of the Kings of France and Sicil,
+The Dukes of Orleans, Calaber, Bretagne and Alencon,
+Seven earls, twelve barons and twenty reverend bishops,
+I have perform'd my task and was espoused:
+And humbly now upon my bended knee,
+In sight of England and her lordly peers,
+Deliver up my title in the queen
+To your most gracious hands, that are the substance
+Of that great shadow I did represent;
+The happiest gift that ever marquess gave,
+The fairest queen that ever king received.
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+Suffolk, arise. Welcome, Queen Margaret:
+I can express no kinder sign of love
+Than this kind kiss. O Lord, that lends me life,
+Lend me a heart replete with thankfulness!
+For thou hast given me in this beauteous face
+A world of earthly blessings to my soul,
+If sympathy of love unite our thoughts.
+
+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+Great King of England and my gracious lord,
+The mutual conference that my mind hath had,
+By day, by night, waking and in my dreams,
+In courtly company or at my beads,
+With you, mine alder-liefest sovereign,
+Makes me the bolder to salute my king
+With ruder terms, such as my wit affords
+And over-joy of heart doth minister.
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+Her sight did ravish; but her grace in speech,
+Her words y-clad with wisdom's majesty,
+Makes me from wondering fall to weeping joys;
+Such is the fulness of my heart's content.
+Lords, with one cheerful voice welcome my love.
+
+ +ALL +
+[Kneeling] Long live Queen Margaret, England's
+happiness!
+
+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+We thank you all.
+

Flourish

+
+ +SUFFOLK +
+My lord protector, so it please your grace,
+Here are the articles of contracted peace
+Between our sovereign and the French king Charles,
+For eighteen months concluded by consent.
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+[Reads] 'Imprimis, it is agreed between the French
+king Charles, and William de la Pole, Marquess of
+Suffolk, ambassador for Henry King of England, that
+the said Henry shall espouse the Lady Margaret,
+daughter unto Reignier King of Naples, Sicilia and
+Jerusalem, and crown her Queen of England ere the
+thirtieth of May next ensuing. Item, that the duchy
+of Anjou and the county of Maine shall be released
+and delivered to the king her father'--
+

Lets the paper fall

+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+Uncle, how now!
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+ Pardon me, gracious lord;
+Some sudden qualm hath struck me at the heart
+And dimm'd mine eyes, that I can read no further.
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+Uncle of Winchester, I pray, read on.
+
+ +CARDINAL +
+[Reads] 'Item, It is further agreed between them,
+that the duchies of Anjou and Maine shall be
+released and delivered over to the king her father,
+and she sent over of the King of England's own
+proper cost and charges, without having any dowry.'
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+They please us well. Lord marquess, kneel down:
+We here create thee the first duke of Suffolk,
+And gird thee with the sword. Cousin of York,
+We here discharge your grace from being regent
+I' the parts of France, till term of eighteen months
+Be full expired. Thanks, uncle Winchester,
+Gloucester, York, Buckingham, Somerset,
+Salisbury, and Warwick;
+We thank you all for the great favour done,
+In entertainment to my princely queen.
+Come, let us in, and with all speed provide
+To see her coronation be perform'd.
+

Exeunt KING HENRY VI, QUEEN MARGARET, and SUFFOLK

+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+Brave peers of England, pillars of the state,
+To you Duke Humphrey must unload his grief,
+Your grief, the common grief of all the land.
+What! did my brother Henry spend his youth,
+His valour, coin and people, in the wars?
+Did he so often lodge in open field,
+In winter's cold and summer's parching heat,
+To conquer France, his true inheritance?
+And did my brother Bedford toil his wits,
+To keep by policy what Henry got?
+Have you yourselves, Somerset, Buckingham,
+Brave York, Salisbury, and victorious Warwick,
+Received deep scars in France and Normandy?
+Or hath mine uncle Beaufort and myself,
+With all the learned council of the realm,
+Studied so long, sat in the council-house
+Early and late, debating to and fro
+How France and Frenchmen might be kept in awe,
+And had his highness in his infancy
+Crowned in Paris in despite of foes?
+And shall these labours and these honours die?
+Shall Henry's conquest, Bedford's vigilance,
+Your deeds of war and all our counsel die?
+O peers of England, shameful is this league!
+Fatal this marriage, cancelling your fame,
+Blotting your names from books of memory,
+Razing the characters of your renown,
+Defacing monuments of conquer'd France,
+Undoing all, as all had never been!
+
+ +CARDINAL +
+Nephew, what means this passionate discourse,
+This peroration with such circumstance?
+For France, 'tis ours; and we will keep it still.
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+Ay, uncle, we will keep it, if we can;
+But now it is impossible we should:
+Suffolk, the new-made duke that rules the roast,
+Hath given the duchy of Anjou and Maine
+Unto the poor King Reignier, whose large style
+Agrees not with the leanness of his purse.
+
+ +SALISBURY +
+Now, by the death of Him that died for all,
+These counties were the keys of Normandy.
+But wherefore weeps Warwick, my valiant son?
+
+ +WARWICK +
+For grief that they are past recovery:
+For, were there hope to conquer them again,
+My sword should shed hot blood, mine eyes no tears.
+Anjou and Maine! myself did win them both;
+Those provinces these arms of mine did conquer:
+And are the cities, that I got with wounds,
+Delivered up again with peaceful words?
+Mort Dieu!
+
+ +YORK +
+For Suffolk's duke, may he be suffocate,
+That dims the honour of this warlike isle!
+France should have torn and rent my very heart,
+Before I would have yielded to this league.
+I never read but England's kings have had
+Large sums of gold and dowries with their wives:
+And our King Henry gives away his own,
+To match with her that brings no vantages.
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+A proper jest, and never heard before,
+That Suffolk should demand a whole fifteenth
+For costs and charges in transporting her!
+She should have stayed in France and starved
+in France, Before--
+
+ +CARDINAL +
+My Lord of Gloucester, now ye grow too hot:
+It was the pleasure of my lord the King.
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+My Lord of Winchester, I know your mind;
+'Tis not my speeches that you do mislike,
+But 'tis my presence that doth trouble ye.
+Rancour will out: proud prelate, in thy face
+I see thy fury: if I longer stay,
+We shall begin our ancient bickerings.
+Lordings, farewell; and say, when I am gone,
+I prophesied France will be lost ere long.
+

Exit

+
+ +CARDINAL +
+So, there goes our protector in a rage.
+'Tis known to you he is mine enemy,
+Nay, more, an enemy unto you all,
+And no great friend, I fear me, to the king.
+Consider, lords, he is the next of blood,
+And heir apparent to the English crown:
+Had Henry got an empire by his marriage,
+And all the wealthy kingdoms of the west,
+There's reason he should be displeased at it.
+Look to it, lords! let not his smoothing words
+Bewitch your hearts; be wise and circumspect.
+What though the common people favour him,
+Calling him 'Humphrey, the good Duke of
+Gloucester,'
+Clapping their hands, and crying with loud voice,
+'Jesu maintain your royal excellence!'
+With 'God preserve the good Duke Humphrey!'
+I fear me, lords, for all this flattering gloss,
+He will be found a dangerous protector.
+
+ +BUCKINGHAM +
+Why should he, then, protect our sovereign,
+He being of age to govern of himself?
+Cousin of Somerset, join you with me,
+And all together, with the Duke of Suffolk,
+We'll quickly hoise Duke Humphrey from his seat.
+
+ +CARDINAL +
+This weighty business will not brook delay:
+I'll to the Duke of Suffolk presently.
+

Exit

+
+ +SOMERSET +
+Cousin of Buckingham, though Humphrey's pride
+And greatness of his place be grief to us,
+Yet let us watch the haughty cardinal:
+His insolence is more intolerable
+Than all the princes in the land beside:
+If Gloucester be displaced, he'll be protector.
+
+ +BUCKINGHAM +
+Or thou or I, Somerset, will be protector,
+Despite Duke Humphrey or the cardinal.
+

Exeunt BUCKINGHAM and SOMERSET

+
+ +SALISBURY +
+Pride went before, ambition follows him.
+While these do labour for their own preferment,
+Behoves it us to labour for the realm.
+I never saw but Humphrey Duke of Gloucester
+Did bear him like a noble gentleman.
+Oft have I seen the haughty cardinal,
+More like a soldier than a man o' the church,
+As stout and proud as he were lord of all,
+Swear like a ruffian and demean himself
+Unlike the ruler of a commonweal.
+Warwick, my son, the comfort of my age,
+Thy deeds, thy plainness and thy housekeeping,
+Hath won the greatest favour of the commons,
+Excepting none but good Duke Humphrey:
+And, brother York, thy acts in Ireland,
+In bringing them to civil discipline,
+Thy late exploits done in the heart of France,
+When thou wert regent for our sovereign,
+Have made thee fear'd and honour'd of the people:
+Join we together, for the public good,
+In what we can, to bridle and suppress
+The pride of Suffolk and the cardinal,
+With Somerset's and Buckingham's ambition;
+And, as we may, cherish Duke Humphrey's deeds,
+While they do tend the profit of the land.
+
+ +WARWICK +
+So God help Warwick, as he loves the land,
+And common profit of his country!
+
+ +YORK +
+[Aside] And so says York, for he hath greatest cause.
+
+ +SALISBURY +
+Then let's make haste away, and look unto the main.
+
+ +WARWICK +
+Unto the main! O father, Maine is lost;
+That Maine which by main force Warwick did win,
+And would have kept so long as breath did last!
+Main chance, father, you meant; but I meant Maine,
+Which I will win from France, or else be slain,
+

Exeunt WARWICK and SALISBURY

+
+ +YORK +
+Anjou and Maine are given to the French;
+Paris is lost; the state of Normandy
+Stands on a tickle point, now they are gone:
+Suffolk concluded on the articles,
+The peers agreed, and Henry was well pleased
+To change two dukedoms for a duke's fair daughter.
+I cannot blame them all: what is't to them?
+'Tis thine they give away, and not their own.
+Pirates may make cheap pennyworths of their pillage
+And purchase friends and give to courtezans,
+Still revelling like lords till all be gone;
+While as the silly owner of the goods
+Weeps over them and wrings his hapless hands
+And shakes his head and trembling stands aloof,
+While all is shared and all is borne away,
+Ready to starve and dare not touch his own:
+So York must sit and fret and bite his tongue,
+While his own lands are bargain'd for and sold.
+Methinks the realms of England, France and Ireland
+Bear that proportion to my flesh and blood
+As did the fatal brand Althaea burn'd
+Unto the prince's heart of Calydon.
+Anjou and Maine both given unto the French!
+Cold news for me, for I had hope of France,
+Even as I have of fertile England's soil.
+A day will come when York shall claim his own;
+And therefore I will take the Nevils' parts
+And make a show of love to proud Duke Humphrey,
+And, when I spy advantage, claim the crown,
+For that's the golden mark I seek to hit:
+Nor shall proud Lancaster usurp my right,
+Nor hold the sceptre in his childish fist,
+Nor wear the diadem upon his head,
+Whose church-like humours fits not for a crown.
+Then, York, be still awhile, till time do serve:
+Watch thou and wake when others be asleep,
+To pry into the secrets of the state;
+Till Henry, surfeiting in joys of love,
+With his new bride and England's dear-bought queen,
+And Humphrey with the peers be fall'n at jars:
+Then will I raise aloft the milk-white rose,
+With whose sweet smell the air shall be perfumed;
+And in my standard bear the arms of York
+To grapple with the house of Lancaster;
+And, force perforce, I'll make him yield the crown,
+Whose bookish rule hath pull'd fair England down.
+

Exit

+
+

SCENE II. GLOUCESTER'S house.

+

+Enter GLOUCESTER and his DUCHESS +
+ +DUCHESS +
+Why droops my lord, like over-ripen'd corn,
+Hanging the head at Ceres' plenteous load?
+Why doth the great Duke Humphrey knit his brows,
+As frowning at the favours of the world?
+Why are thine eyes fixed to the sullen earth,
+Gazing on that which seems to dim thy sight?
+What seest thou there? King Henry's diadem,
+Enchased with all the honours of the world?
+If so, gaze on, and grovel on thy face,
+Until thy head be circled with the same.
+Put forth thy hand, reach at the glorious gold.
+What, is't too short? I'll lengthen it with mine:
+And, having both together heaved it up,
+We'll both together lift our heads to heaven,
+And never more abase our sight so low
+As to vouchsafe one glance unto the ground.
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+O Nell, sweet Nell, if thou dost love thy lord,
+Banish the canker of ambitious thoughts.
+And may that thought, when I imagine ill
+Against my king and nephew, virtuous Henry,
+Be my last breathing in this mortal world!
+My troublous dream this night doth make me sad.
+
+ +DUCHESS +
+What dream'd my lord? tell me, and I'll requite it
+With sweet rehearsal of my morning's dream.
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+Methought this staff, mine office-badge in court,
+Was broke in twain; by whom I have forgot,
+But, as I think, it was by the cardinal;
+And on the pieces of the broken wand
+Were placed the heads of Edmund Duke of Somerset,
+And William de la Pole, first duke of Suffolk.
+This was my dream: what it doth bode, God knows.
+
+ +DUCHESS +
+Tut, this was nothing but an argument
+That he that breaks a stick of Gloucester's grove
+Shall lose his head for his presumption.
+But list to me, my Humphrey, my sweet duke:
+Methought I sat in seat of majesty
+In the cathedral church of Westminster,
+And in that chair where kings and queens are crown'd;
+Where Henry and dame Margaret kneel'd to me
+And on my head did set the diadem.
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+Nay, Eleanor, then must I chide outright:
+Presumptuous dame, ill-nurtured Eleanor,
+Art thou not second woman in the realm,
+And the protector's wife, beloved of him?
+Hast thou not worldly pleasure at command,
+Above the reach or compass of thy thought?
+And wilt thou still be hammering treachery,
+To tumble down thy husband and thyself
+From top of honour to disgrace's feet?
+Away from me, and let me hear no more!
+
+ +DUCHESS +
+What, what, my lord! are you so choleric
+With Eleanor, for telling but her dream?
+Next time I'll keep my dreams unto myself,
+And not be cheque'd.
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+Nay, be not angry; I am pleased again.
+

Enter Messenger

+
+ +Messenger +
+My lord protector, 'tis his highness' pleasure
+You do prepare to ride unto Saint Alban's,
+Where as the king and queen do mean to hawk.
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+I go. Come, Nell, thou wilt ride with us?
+
+ +DUCHESS +
+Yes, my good lord, I'll follow presently.
+

Exeunt GLOUCESTER and Messenger

+Follow I must; I cannot go before,
+While Gloucester bears this base and humble mind.
+Were I a man, a duke, and next of blood,
+I would remove these tedious stumbling-blocks
+And smooth my way upon their headless necks;
+And, being a woman, I will not be slack
+To play my part in Fortune's pageant.
+Where are you there? Sir John! nay, fear not, man,
+We are alone; here's none but thee and I.
+

Enter HUME

+
+ +HUME +
+Jesus preserve your royal majesty!
+
+ +DUCHESS +
+What say'st thou? majesty! I am but grace.
+
+ +HUME +
+But, by the grace of God, and Hume's advice,
+Your grace's title shall be multiplied.
+
+ +DUCHESS +
+What say'st thou, man? hast thou as yet conferr'd
+With Margery Jourdain, the cunning witch,
+With Roger Bolingbroke, the conjurer?
+And will they undertake to do me good?
+
+ +HUME +
+This they have promised, to show your highness
+A spirit raised from depth of under-ground,
+That shall make answer to such questions
+As by your grace shall be propounded him.
+
+ +DUCHESS +
+It is enough; I'll think upon the questions:
+When from St. Alban's we do make return,
+We'll see these things effected to the full.
+Here, Hume, take this reward; make merry, man,
+With thy confederates in this weighty cause.
+

Exit

+
+ +HUME +
+Hume must make merry with the duchess' gold;
+Marry, and shall. But how now, Sir John Hume!
+Seal up your lips, and give no words but mum:
+The business asketh silent secrecy.
+Dame Eleanor gives gold to bring the witch:
+Gold cannot come amiss, were she a devil.
+Yet have I gold flies from another coast;
+I dare not say, from the rich cardinal
+And from the great and new-made Duke of Suffolk,
+Yet I do find it so; for to be plain,
+They, knowing Dame Eleanor's aspiring humour,
+Have hired me to undermine the duchess
+And buz these conjurations in her brain.
+They say 'A crafty knave does need no broker;'
+Yet am I Suffolk and the cardinal's broker.
+Hume, if you take not heed, you shall go near
+To call them both a pair of crafty knaves.
+Well, so it stands; and thus, I fear, at last
+Hume's knavery will be the duchess' wreck,
+And her attainture will be Humphrey's fall:
+Sort how it will, I shall have gold for all.
+

Exit

+
+

SCENE III. The palace.

+

+Enter three or four Petitioners, PETER, the Armourer's man, being one +
+ +First Petitioner +
+My masters, let's stand close: my lord protector
+will come this way by and by, and then we may deliver
+our supplications in the quill.
+
+ +Second Petitioner +
+Marry, the Lord protect him, for he's a good man!
+Jesu bless him!
+

Enter SUFFOLK and QUEEN MARGARET

+
+ +PETER +
+Here a' comes, methinks, and the queen with him.
+I'll be the first, sure.
+
+ +Second Petitioner +
+Come back, fool; this is the Duke of Suffolk, and
+not my lord protector.
+
+ +SUFFOLK +
+How now, fellow! would'st anything with me?
+
+ +First Petitioner +
+I pray, my lord, pardon me; I took ye for my lord
+protector.
+
+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+[Reading] 'To my Lord Protector!' Are your
+supplications to his lordship? Let me see them:
+what is thine?
+
+ +First Petitioner +
+Mine is, an't please your grace, against John
+Goodman, my lord cardinal's man, for keeping my
+house, and lands, and wife and all, from me.
+
+ +SUFFOLK +
+Thy wife, too! that's some wrong, indeed. What's
+yours? What's here!
+

Reads

+'Against the Duke of Suffolk, for enclosing the
+commons of Melford.' How now, sir knave!
+
+ +Second Petitioner +
+Alas, sir, I am but a poor petitioner of our whole township.
+
+ +PETER +
+[Giving his petition] Against my master, Thomas
+Horner, for saying that the Duke of York was rightful
+heir to the crown.
+
+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+What sayst thou? did the Duke of York say he was
+rightful heir to the crown?
+
+ +PETER +
+That my master was? no, forsooth: my master said
+that he was, and that the king was an usurper.
+
+ +SUFFOLK +
+Who is there?
+

Enter Servant

+Take this fellow in, and send for
+his master with a pursuivant presently: we'll hear
+more of your matter before the King.
+

Exit Servant with PETER

+
+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+And as for you, that love to be protected
+Under the wings of our protector's grace,
+Begin your suits anew, and sue to him.
+

Tears the supplication

+Away, base cullions! Suffolk, let them go.
+
+ +ALL +
+Come, let's be gone.
+

Exeunt

+
+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+My Lord of Suffolk, say, is this the guise,
+Is this the fashion in the court of England?
+Is this the government of Britain's isle,
+And this the royalty of Albion's king?
+What shall King Henry be a pupil still
+Under the surly Gloucester's governance?
+Am I a queen in title and in style,
+And must be made a subject to a duke?
+I tell thee, Pole, when in the city Tours
+Thou ran'st a tilt in honour of my love
+And stolest away the ladies' hearts of France,
+I thought King Henry had resembled thee
+In courage, courtship and proportion:
+But all his mind is bent to holiness,
+To number Ave-Maries on his beads;
+His champions are the prophets and apostles,
+His weapons holy saws of sacred writ,
+His study is his tilt-yard, and his loves
+Are brazen images of canonized saints.
+I would the college of the cardinals
+Would choose him pope, and carry him to Rome,
+And set the triple crown upon his head:
+That were a state fit for his holiness.
+
+ +SUFFOLK +
+Madam, be patient: as I was cause
+Your highness came to England, so will I
+In England work your grace's full content.
+
+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+Beside the haughty protector, have we Beaufort,
+The imperious churchman, Somerset, Buckingham,
+And grumbling York: and not the least of these
+But can do more in England than the king.
+
+ +SUFFOLK +
+And he of these that can do most of all
+Cannot do more in England than the Nevils:
+Salisbury and Warwick are no simple peers.
+
+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+Not all these lords do vex me half so much
+As that proud dame, the lord protector's wife.
+She sweeps it through the court with troops of ladies,
+More like an empress than Duke Humphrey's wife:
+Strangers in court do take her for the queen:
+She bears a duke's revenues on her back,
+And in her heart she scorns our poverty:
+Shall I not live to be avenged on her?
+Contemptuous base-born callet as she is,
+She vaunted 'mongst her minions t'other day,
+The very train of her worst wearing gown
+Was better worth than all my father's lands,
+Till Suffolk gave two dukedoms for his daughter.
+
+ +SUFFOLK +
+Madam, myself have limed a bush for her,
+And placed a quire of such enticing birds,
+That she will light to listen to the lays,
+And never mount to trouble you again.
+So, let her rest: and, madam, list to me;
+For I am bold to counsel you in this.
+Although we fancy not the cardinal,
+Yet must we join with him and with the lords,
+Till we have brought Duke Humphrey in disgrace.
+As for the Duke of York, this late complaint
+Will make but little for his benefit.
+So, one by one, we'll weed them all at last,
+And you yourself shall steer the happy helm.
+

Sound a sennet. Enter KING HENRY VI, GLOUCESTER, CARDINAL, BUCKINGHAM, YORK, SOMERSET, SALISBURY, WARWICK, and the DUCHESS

+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+For my part, noble lords, I care not which;
+Or Somerset or York, all's one to me.
+
+ +YORK +
+If York have ill demean'd himself in France,
+Then let him be denay'd the regentship.
+
+ +SOMERSET +
+If Somerset be unworthy of the place,
+Let York be regent; I will yield to him.
+
+ +WARWICK +
+Whether your grace be worthy, yea or no,
+Dispute not that: York is the worthier.
+
+ +CARDINAL +
+Ambitious Warwick, let thy betters speak.
+
+ +WARWICK +
+The cardinal's not my better in the field.
+
+ +BUCKINGHAM +
+All in this presence are thy betters, Warwick.
+
+ +WARWICK +
+Warwick may live to be the best of all.
+
+ +SALISBURY +
+Peace, son! and show some reason, Buckingham,
+Why Somerset should be preferred in this.
+
+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+Because the king, forsooth, will have it so.
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+Madam, the king is old enough himself
+To give his censure: these are no women's matters.
+
+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+If he be old enough, what needs your grace
+To be protector of his excellence?
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+Madam, I am protector of the realm;
+And, at his pleasure, will resign my place.
+
+ +SUFFOLK +
+Resign it then and leave thine insolence.
+Since thou wert king--as who is king but thou?--
+The commonwealth hath daily run to wreck;
+The Dauphin hath prevail'd beyond the seas;
+And all the peers and nobles of the realm
+Have been as bondmen to thy sovereignty.
+
+ +CARDINAL +
+The commons hast thou rack'd; the clergy's bags
+Are lank and lean with thy extortions.
+
+ +SOMERSET +
+Thy sumptuous buildings and thy wife's attire
+Have cost a mass of public treasury.
+
+ +BUCKINGHAM +
+Thy cruelty in execution
+Upon offenders, hath exceeded law,
+And left thee to the mercy of the law.
+
+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+They sale of offices and towns in France,
+If they were known, as the suspect is great,
+Would make thee quickly hop without thy head.
+

Exit GLOUCESTER. QUEEN MARGARET drops her fan

+Give me my fan: what, minion! can ye not?
+

She gives the DUCHESS a box on the ear

+I cry you mercy, madam; was it you?
+
+ +DUCHESS +
+Was't I! yea, I it was, proud Frenchwoman:
+Could I come near your beauty with my nails,
+I'd set my ten commandments in your face.
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+Sweet aunt, be quiet; 'twas against her will.
+
+ +DUCHESS +
+Against her will! good king, look to't in time;
+She'll hamper thee, and dandle thee like a baby:
+Though in this place most master wear no breeches,
+She shall not strike Dame Eleanor unrevenged.
+

Exit

+
+ +BUCKINGHAM +
+Lord cardinal, I will follow Eleanor,
+And listen after Humphrey, how he proceeds:
+She's tickled now; her fume needs no spurs,
+She'll gallop far enough to her destruction.
+

Exit

+

Re-enter GLOUCESTER

+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+Now, lords, my choler being over-blown
+With walking once about the quadrangle,
+I come to talk of commonwealth affairs.
+As for your spiteful false objections,
+Prove them, and I lie open to the law:
+But God in mercy so deal with my soul,
+As I in duty love my king and country!
+But, to the matter that we have in hand:
+I say, my sovereign, York is meetest man
+To be your regent in the realm of France.
+
+ +SUFFOLK +
+Before we make election, give me leave
+To show some reason, of no little force,
+That York is most unmeet of any man.
+
+ +YORK +
+I'll tell thee, Suffolk, why I am unmeet:
+First, for I cannot flatter thee in pride;
+Next, if I be appointed for the place,
+My Lord of Somerset will keep me here,
+Without discharge, money, or furniture,
+Till France be won into the Dauphin's hands:
+Last time, I danced attendance on his will
+Till Paris was besieged, famish'd, and lost.
+
+ +WARWICK +
+That can I witness; and a fouler fact
+Did never traitor in the land commit.
+
+ +SUFFOLK +
+Peace, headstrong Warwick!
+
+ +WARWICK +
+Image of pride, why should I hold my peace?
+

Enter HORNER, the Armourer, and his man PETER, guarded

+
+ +SUFFOLK +
+Because here is a man accused of treason:
+Pray God the Duke of York excuse himself!
+
+ +YORK +
+Doth any one accuse York for a traitor?
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+What mean'st thou, Suffolk; tell me, what are these?
+
+ +SUFFOLK +
+Please it your majesty, this is the man
+That doth accuse his master of high treason:
+His words were these: that Richard, Duke of York,
+Was rightful heir unto the English crown
+And that your majesty was a usurper.
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+Say, man, were these thy words?
+
+ +HORNER +
+An't shall please your majesty, I never said nor
+thought any such matter: God is my witness, I am
+falsely accused by the villain.
+
+ +PETER +
+By these ten bones, my lords, he did speak them to
+me in the garret one night, as we were scouring my
+Lord of York's armour.
+
+ +YORK +
+Base dunghill villain and mechanical,
+I'll have thy head for this thy traitor's speech.
+I do beseech your royal majesty,
+Let him have all the rigor of the law.
+
+ +HORNER +
+Alas, my lord, hang me, if ever I spake the words.
+My accuser is my 'prentice; and when I did correct
+him for his fault the other day, he did vow upon his
+knees he would be even with me: I have good
+witness of this: therefore I beseech your majesty,
+do not cast away an honest man for a villain's
+accusation.
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+Uncle, what shall we say to this in law?
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+This doom, my lord, if I may judge:
+Let Somerset be regent over the French,
+Because in York this breeds suspicion:
+And let these have a day appointed them
+For single combat in convenient place,
+For he hath witness of his servant's malice:
+This is the law, and this Duke Humphrey's doom.
+
+ +SOMERSET +
+I humbly thank your royal majesty.
+
+ +HORNER +
+And I accept the combat willingly.
+
+ +PETER +
+Alas, my lord, I cannot fight; for God's sake, pity
+my case. The spite of man prevaileth against me. O
+Lord, have mercy upon me! I shall never be able to
+fight a blow. O Lord, my heart!
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+Sirrah, or you must fight, or else be hang'd.
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+Away with them to prison; and the day of combat
+shall be the last of the next month. Come,
+Somerset, we'll see thee sent away.
+

Flourish. Exeunt

+
+

SCENE IV. GLOUCESTER's garden.

+

+Enter MARGARET JOURDAIN, HUME, SOUTHWELL, and BOLINGBROKE +
+ +HUME +
+Come, my masters; the duchess, I tell you, expects
+performance of your promises.
+
+ +BOLINGBROKE +
+Master Hume, we are therefore provided: will her
+ladyship behold and hear our exorcisms?
+
+ +HUME +
+Ay, what else? fear you not her courage.
+
+ +BOLINGBROKE +
+I have heard her reported to be a woman of an
+invincible spirit: but it shall be convenient,
+Master Hume, that you be by her aloft, while we be
+busy below; and so, I pray you, go, in God's name,
+and leave us.
+

Exit HUME

+Mother Jourdain, be you
+prostrate and grovel on the earth; John Southwell,
+read you; and let us to our work.
+

Enter the DUCHESS aloft, HUME following

+
+ +DUCHESS +
+Well said, my masters; and welcome all. To this
+gear the sooner the better.
+
+ +BOLINGBROKE +
+Patience, good lady; wizards know their times:
+Deep night, dark night, the silent of the night,
+The time of night when Troy was set on fire;
+The time when screech-owls cry and ban-dogs howl,
+And spirits walk and ghosts break up their graves,
+That time best fits the work we have in hand.
+Madam, sit you and fear not: whom we raise,
+We will make fast within a hallow'd verge.
+

Here they do the ceremonies belonging, and make the circle; BOLINGBROKE or SOUTHWELL reads, Conjuro te, & c. It thunders and lightens terribly; then the Spirit riseth

+
+ +Spirit +
+Adsum.
+
+ +MARGARET JOURDAIN +
+Asmath,
+By the eternal God, whose name and power
+Thou tremblest at, answer that I shall ask;
+For, till thou speak, thou shalt not pass from hence.
+
+ +Spirit +
+Ask what thou wilt. That I had said and done!
+
+ +BOLINGBROKE +
+'First of the king: what shall of him become?'
+

Reading out of a paper

+
+ +Spirit +
+The duke yet lives that Henry shall depose;
+But him outlive, and die a violent death.
+

As the Spirit speaks, SOUTHWELL writes the answer

+
+ +BOLINGBROKE +
+'What fates await the Duke of Suffolk?'
+
+ +Spirit +
+By water shall he die, and take his end.
+
+ +BOLINGBROKE +
+'What shall befall the Duke of Somerset?'
+
+ +Spirit +
+Let him shun castles;
+Safer shall he be upon the sandy plains
+Than where castles mounted stand.
+Have done, for more I hardly can endure.
+
+ +BOLINGBROKE +
+Descend to darkness and the burning lake!
+False fiend, avoid!
+

Thunder and lightning. Exit Spirit

+

Enter YORK and BUCKINGHAM with their Guard and break in

+
+ +YORK +
+Lay hands upon these traitors and their trash.
+Beldam, I think we watch'd you at an inch.
+What, madam, are you there? the king and commonweal
+Are deeply indebted for this piece of pains:
+My lord protector will, I doubt it not,
+See you well guerdon'd for these good deserts.
+
+ +DUCHESS +
+Not half so bad as thine to England's king,
+Injurious duke, that threatest where's no cause.
+
+ +BUCKINGHAM +
+True, madam, none at all: what call you this?
+Away with them! let them be clapp'd up close.
+And kept asunder. You, madam, shall with us.
+Stafford, take her to thee.
+

Exeunt above DUCHESS and HUME, guarded

+We'll see your trinkets here all forthcoming.
+All, away!
+

Exeunt guard with MARGARET JOURDAIN, SOUTHWELL, & c

+
+ +YORK +
+Lord Buckingham, methinks, you watch'd her well:
+A pretty plot, well chosen to build upon!
+Now, pray, my lord, let's see the devil's writ.
+What have we here?
+

Reads

+'The duke yet lives, that Henry shall depose;
+But him outlive, and die a violent death.'
+Why, this is just
+'Aio te, AEacida, Romanos vincere posse.'
+Well, to the rest:
+'Tell me what fate awaits the Duke of Suffolk?
+By water shall he die, and take his end.
+What shall betide the Duke of Somerset?
+Let him shun castles;
+Safer shall he be upon the sandy plains
+Than where castles mounted stand.'
+Come, come, my lords;
+These oracles are hardly attain'd,
+And hardly understood.
+The king is now in progress towards Saint Alban's,
+With him the husband of this lovely lady:
+Thither go these news, as fast as horse can
+carry them:
+A sorry breakfast for my lord protector.
+
+ +BUCKINGHAM +
+Your grace shall give me leave, my Lord of York,
+To be the post, in hope of his reward.
+
+ +YORK +
+At your pleasure, my good lord. Who's within
+there, ho!
+

Enter a Servingman

+Invite my Lords of Salisbury and Warwick
+To sup with me to-morrow night. Away!
+

Exeunt

+

+

ACT II

+

SCENE I. Saint Alban's.

+

+Enter KING HENRY VI, QUEEN MARGARET, GLOUCESTER, CARDINAL, and SUFFOLK, with Falconers halloing +
+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+Believe me, lords, for flying at the brook,
+I saw not better sport these seven years' day:
+Yet, by your leave, the wind was very high;
+And, ten to one, old Joan had not gone out.
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+But what a point, my lord, your falcon made,
+And what a pitch she flew above the rest!
+To see how God in all his creatures works!
+Yea, man and birds are fain of climbing high.
+
+ +SUFFOLK +
+No marvel, an it like your majesty,
+My lord protector's hawks do tower so well;
+They know their master loves to be aloft,
+And bears his thoughts above his falcon's pitch.
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+My lord, 'tis but a base ignoble mind
+That mounts no higher than a bird can soar.
+
+ +CARDINAL +
+I thought as much; he would be above the clouds.
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+Ay, my lord cardinal? how think you by that?
+Were it not good your grace could fly to heaven?
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+The treasury of everlasting joy.
+
+ +CARDINAL +
+Thy heaven is on earth; thine eyes and thoughts
+Beat on a crown, the treasure of thy heart;
+Pernicious protector, dangerous peer,
+That smooth'st it so with king and commonweal!
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+What, cardinal, is your priesthood grown peremptory?
+Tantaene animis coelestibus irae?
+Churchmen so hot? good uncle, hide such malice;
+With such holiness can you do it?
+
+ +SUFFOLK +
+No malice, sir; no more than well becomes
+So good a quarrel and so bad a peer.
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+As who, my lord?
+
+ +SUFFOLK +
+ Why, as you, my lord,
+An't like your lordly lord-protectorship.
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+Why, Suffolk, England knows thine insolence.
+
+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+And thy ambition, Gloucester.
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+I prithee, peace, good queen,
+And whet not on these furious peers;
+For blessed are the peacemakers on earth.
+
+ +CARDINAL +
+Let me be blessed for the peace I make,
+Against this proud protector, with my sword!
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+[Aside to CARDINAL] Faith, holy uncle, would
+'twere come to that!
+
+ +CARDINAL +
+[Aside to GLOUCESTER] Marry, when thou darest.
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+[Aside to CARDINAL] Make up no factious
+numbers for the matter;
+In thine own person answer thy abuse.
+
+ +CARDINAL +
+[Aside to GLOUCESTER] Ay, where thou darest
+not peep: an if thou darest,
+This evening, on the east side of the grove.
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+How now, my lords!
+
+ +CARDINAL +
+ Believe me, cousin Gloucester,
+Had not your man put up the fowl so suddenly,
+We had had more sport.
+

Aside to GLOUCESTER

+Come with thy two-hand sword.
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+True, uncle.
+
+ +CARDINAL +
+[Aside to GLOUCESTER] Are ye advised? the
+east side of the grove?
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+[Aside to CARDINAL] Cardinal, I am with you.
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+Why, how now, uncle Gloucester!
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+Talking of hawking; nothing else, my lord.
+

Aside to CARDINAL

+Now, by God's mother, priest, I'll shave your crown for this,
+Or all my fence shall fail.
+
+ +CARDINAL +
+[Aside to GLOUCESTER] Medice, teipsum--
+Protector, see to't well, protect yourself.
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+The winds grow high; so do your stomachs, lords.
+How irksome is this music to my heart!
+When such strings jar, what hope of harmony?
+I pray, my lords, let me compound this strife.
+

Enter a Townsman of Saint Alban's, crying 'A miracle!'

+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+What means this noise?
+Fellow, what miracle dost thou proclaim?
+
+ +Townsman +
+A miracle! a miracle!
+
+ +SUFFOLK +
+Come to the king and tell him what miracle.
+
+ +Townsman +
+Forsooth, a blind man at Saint Alban's shrine,
+Within this half-hour, hath received his sight;
+A man that ne'er saw in his life before.
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+Now, God be praised, that to believing souls
+Gives light in darkness, comfort in despair!
+

Enter the Mayor of Saint Alban's and his brethren, bearing SIMPCOX, between two in a chair, SIMPCOX's Wife following

+
+ +CARDINAL +
+Here comes the townsmen on procession,
+To present your highness with the man.
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+Great is his comfort in this earthly vale,
+Although by his sight his sin be multiplied.
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+Stand by, my masters: bring him near the king;
+His highness' pleasure is to talk with him.
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+Good fellow, tell us here the circumstance,
+That we for thee may glorify the Lord.
+What, hast thou been long blind and now restored?
+
+ +SIMPCOX +
+Born blind, an't please your grace.
+
+ +Wife +
+Ay, indeed, was he.
+
+ +SUFFOLK +
+What woman is this?
+
+ +Wife +
+His wife, an't like your worship.
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+Hadst thou been his mother, thou couldst have
+better told.
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+Where wert thou born?
+
+ +SIMPCOX +
+At Berwick in the north, an't like your grace.
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+Poor soul, God's goodness hath been great to thee:
+Let never day nor night unhallow'd pass,
+But still remember what the Lord hath done.
+
+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+Tell me, good fellow, camest thou here by chance,
+Or of devotion, to this holy shrine?
+
+ +SIMPCOX +
+God knows, of pure devotion; being call'd
+A hundred times and oftener, in my sleep,
+By good Saint Alban; who said, 'Simpcox, come,
+Come, offer at my shrine, and I will help thee.'
+
+ +Wife +
+Most true, forsooth; and many time and oft
+Myself have heard a voice to call him so.
+
+ +CARDINAL +
+What, art thou lame?
+
+ +SIMPCOX +
+Ay, God Almighty help me!
+
+ +SUFFOLK +
+How camest thou so?
+
+ +SIMPCOX +
+A fall off of a tree.
+
+ +Wife +
+A plum-tree, master.
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+How long hast thou been blind?
+
+ +SIMPCOX +
+Born so, master.
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+ What, and wouldst climb a tree?
+
+ +SIMPCOX +
+But that in all my life, when I was a youth.
+
+ +Wife +
+Too true; and bought his climbing very dear.
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+Mass, thou lovedst plums well, that wouldst
+venture so.
+
+ +SIMPCOX +
+Alas, good master, my wife desired some damsons,
+And made me climb, with danger of my life.
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+A subtle knave! but yet it shall not serve.
+Let me see thine eyes: wink now: now open them:
+In my opinion yet thou seest not well.
+
+ +SIMPCOX +
+Yes, master, clear as day, I thank God and
+Saint Alban.
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+Say'st thou me so? What colour is this cloak of?
+
+ +SIMPCOX +
+Red, master; red as blood.
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+Why, that's well said. What colour is my gown of?
+
+ +SIMPCOX +
+Black, forsooth: coal-black as jet.
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+Why, then, thou know'st what colour jet is of?
+
+ +SUFFOLK +
+And yet, I think, jet did he never see.
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+But cloaks and gowns, before this day, a many.
+
+ +Wife +
+Never, before this day, in all his life.
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+Tell me, sirrah, what's my name?
+
+ +SIMPCOX +
+Alas, master, I know not.
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+What's his name?
+
+ +SIMPCOX +
+I know not.
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+Nor his?
+
+ +SIMPCOX +
+No, indeed, master.
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+What's thine own name?
+
+ +SIMPCOX +
+Saunder Simpcox, an if it please you, master.
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+Then, Saunder, sit there, the lyingest knave in
+Christendom. If thou hadst been born blind, thou
+mightest as well have known all our names as thus to
+name the several colours we do wear. Sight may
+distinguish of colours, but suddenly to nominate them
+all, it is impossible. My lords, Saint Alban here
+hath done a miracle; and would ye not think his
+cunning to be great, that could restore this cripple
+to his legs again?
+
+ +SIMPCOX +
+O master, that you could!
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+My masters of Saint Alban's, have you not beadles in
+your town, and things called whips?
+
+ +Mayor +
+Yes, my lord, if it please your grace.
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+Then send for one presently.
+
+ +Mayor +
+Sirrah, go fetch the beadle hither straight.
+

Exit an Attendant

+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+Now fetch me a stool hither by and by. Now, sirrah,
+if you mean to save yourself from whipping, leap me
+over this stool and run away.
+
+ +SIMPCOX +
+Alas, master, I am not able to stand alone:
+You go about to torture me in vain.
+

Enter a Beadle with whips

+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+Well, sir, we must have you find your legs. Sirrah
+beadle, whip him till he leap over that same stool.
+
+ +Beadle +
+I will, my lord. Come on, sirrah; off with your
+doublet quickly.
+
+ +SIMPCOX +
+Alas, master, what shall I do? I am not able to stand.
+

After the Beadle hath hit him once, he leaps over the stool and runs away; and they follow and cry, 'A miracle!'

+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+O God, seest Thou this, and bearest so long?
+
+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+It made me laugh to see the villain run.
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+Follow the knave; and take this drab away.
+
+ +Wife +
+Alas, sir, we did it for pure need.
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+Let them be whipped through every market-town, till
+they come to Berwick, from whence they came.
+

Exeunt Wife, Beadle, Mayor, & c

+
+ +CARDINAL +
+Duke Humphrey has done a miracle to-day.
+
+ +SUFFOLK +
+True; made the lame to leap and fly away.
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+But you have done more miracles than I;
+You made in a day, my lord, whole towns to fly.
+

Enter BUCKINGHAM

+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+What tidings with our cousin Buckingham?
+
+ +BUCKINGHAM +
+Such as my heart doth tremble to unfold.
+A sort of naughty persons, lewdly bent,
+Under the countenance and confederacy
+Of Lady Eleanor, the protector's wife,
+The ringleader and head of all this rout,
+Have practised dangerously against your state,
+Dealing with witches and with conjurers:
+Whom we have apprehended in the fact;
+Raising up wicked spirits from under ground,
+Demanding of King Henry's life and death,
+And other of your highness' privy-council;
+As more at large your grace shall understand.
+
+ +CARDINAL +
+[Aside to GLOUCESTER] And so, my lord protector,
+by this means
+Your lady is forthcoming yet at London.
+This news, I think, hath turn'd your weapon's edge;
+'Tis like, my lord, you will not keep your hour.
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+Ambitious churchman, leave to afflict my heart:
+Sorrow and grief have vanquish'd all my powers;
+And, vanquish'd as I am, I yield to thee,
+Or to the meanest groom.
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+O God, what mischiefs work the wicked ones,
+Heaping confusion on their own heads thereby!
+
+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+Gloucester, see here the tainture of thy nest.
+And look thyself be faultless, thou wert best.
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+Madam, for myself, to heaven I do appeal,
+How I have loved my king and commonweal:
+And, for my wife, I know not how it stands;
+Sorry I am to hear what I have heard:
+Noble she is, but if she have forgot
+Honour and virtue and conversed with such
+As, like to pitch, defile nobility,
+I banish her my bed and company
+And give her as a prey to law and shame,
+That hath dishonour'd Gloucester's honest name.
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+Well, for this night we will repose us here:
+To-morrow toward London back again,
+To look into this business thoroughly
+And call these foul offenders to their answers
+And poise the cause in justice' equal scales,
+Whose beam stands sure, whose rightful cause prevails.
+

Flourish. Exeunt

+
+

SCENE II. London. YORK'S garden.

+

+Enter YORK, SALISBURY, and WARWICK +
+ +YORK +
+Now, my good Lords of Salisbury and Warwick,
+Our simple supper ended, give me leave
+In this close walk to satisfy myself,
+In craving your opinion of my title,
+Which is infallible, to England's crown.
+
+ +SALISBURY +
+My lord, I long to hear it at full.
+
+ +WARWICK +
+Sweet York, begin: and if thy claim be good,
+The Nevils are thy subjects to command.
+
+ +YORK +
+Then thus:
+Edward the Third, my lords, had seven sons:
+The first, Edward the Black Prince, Prince of Wales;
+The second, William of Hatfield, and the third,
+Lionel Duke of Clarence: next to whom
+Was John of Gaunt, the Duke of Lancaster;
+The fifth was Edmund Langley, Duke of York;
+The sixth was Thomas of Woodstock, Duke of Gloucester;
+William of Windsor was the seventh and last.
+Edward the Black Prince died before his father
+And left behind him Richard, his only son,
+Who after Edward the Third's death reign'd as king;
+Till Henry Bolingbroke, Duke of Lancaster,
+The eldest son and heir of John of Gaunt,
+Crown'd by the name of Henry the Fourth,
+Seized on the realm, deposed the rightful king,
+Sent his poor queen to France, from whence she came,
+And him to Pomfret; where, as all you know,
+Harmless Richard was murder'd traitorously.
+
+ +WARWICK +
+Father, the duke hath told the truth:
+Thus got the house of Lancaster the crown.
+
+ +YORK +
+Which now they hold by force and not by right;
+For Richard, the first son's heir, being dead,
+The issue of the next son should have reign'd.
+
+ +SALISBURY +
+But William of Hatfield died without an heir.
+
+ +YORK +
+The third son, Duke of Clarence, from whose line
+I claimed the crown, had issue, Philippe, a daughter,
+Who married Edmund Mortimer, Earl of March:
+Edmund had issue, Roger Earl of March;
+Roger had issue, Edmund, Anne and Eleanor.
+
+ +SALISBURY +
+This Edmund, in the reign of Bolingbroke,
+As I have read, laid claim unto the crown;
+And, but for Owen Glendower, had been king,
+Who kept him in captivity till he died.
+But to the rest.
+
+ +YORK +
+ His eldest sister, Anne,
+My mother, being heir unto the crown
+Married Richard Earl of Cambridge; who was son
+To Edmund Langley, Edward the Third's fifth son.
+By her I claim the kingdom: she was heir
+To Roger Earl of March, who was the son
+Of Edmund Mortimer, who married Philippe,
+Sole daughter unto Lionel Duke of Clarence:
+So, if the issue of the elder son
+Succeed before the younger, I am king.
+
+ +WARWICK +
+What plain proceeding is more plain than this?
+Henry doth claim the crown from John of Gaunt,
+The fourth son; York claims it from the third.
+Till Lionel's issue fails, his should not reign:
+It fails not yet, but flourishes in thee
+And in thy sons, fair slips of such a stock.
+Then, father Salisbury, kneel we together;
+And in this private plot be we the first
+That shall salute our rightful sovereign
+With honour of his birthright to the crown.
+
+ +BOTH +
+Long live our sovereign Richard, England's king!
+
+ +YORK +
+We thank you, lords. But I am not your king
+Till I be crown'd and that my sword be stain'd
+With heart-blood of the house of Lancaster;
+And that's not suddenly to be perform'd,
+But with advice and silent secrecy.
+Do you as I do in these dangerous days:
+Wink at the Duke of Suffolk's insolence,
+At Beaufort's pride, at Somerset's ambition,
+At Buckingham and all the crew of them,
+Till they have snared the shepherd of the flock,
+That virtuous prince, the good Duke Humphrey:
+'Tis that they seek, and they in seeking that
+Shall find their deaths, if York can prophesy.
+
+ +SALISBURY +
+My lord, break we off; we know your mind at full.
+
+ +WARWICK +
+My heart assures me that the Earl of Warwick
+Shall one day make the Duke of York a king.
+
+ +YORK +
+And, Nevil, this I do assure myself:
+Richard shall live to make the Earl of Warwick
+The greatest man in England but the king.
+

Exeunt

+
+

SCENE III. A hall of justice.

+

+Sound trumpets. Enter KING HENRY VI, QUEEN MARGARET, GLOUCESTER, YORK, SUFFOLK, and SALISBURY; the DUCHESS, MARGARET JOURDAIN, SOUTHWELL, HUME, and BOLINGBROKE, under guard +
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+Stand forth, Dame Eleanor Cobham, Gloucester's wife:
+In sight of God and us, your guilt is great:
+Receive the sentence of the law for sins
+Such as by God's book are adjudged to death.
+You four, from hence to prison back again;
+From thence unto the place of execution:
+The witch in Smithfield shall be burn'd to ashes,
+And you three shall be strangled on the gallows.
+You, madam, for you are more nobly born,
+Despoiled of your honour in your life,
+Shall, after three days' open penance done,
+Live in your country here in banishment,
+With Sir John Stanley, in the Isle of Man.
+
+ +DUCHESS +
+Welcome is banishment; welcome were my death.
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+Eleanor, the law, thou see'st, hath judged thee:
+I cannot justify whom the law condemns.
+

Exeunt DUCHESS and other prisoners, guarded

+Mine eyes are full of tears, my heart of grief.
+Ah, Humphrey, this dishonour in thine age
+Will bring thy head with sorrow to the ground!
+I beseech your majesty, give me leave to go;
+Sorrow would solace and mine age would ease.
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+Stay, Humphrey Duke of Gloucester: ere thou go,
+Give up thy staff: Henry will to himself
+Protector be; and God shall be my hope,
+My stay, my guide and lantern to my feet:
+And go in peace, Humphrey, no less beloved
+Than when thou wert protector to thy King.
+
+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+I see no reason why a king of years
+Should be to be protected like a child.
+God and King Henry govern England's realm.
+Give up your staff, sir, and the king his realm.
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+My staff? here, noble Henry, is my staff:
+As willingly do I the same resign
+As e'er thy father Henry made it mine;
+And even as willingly at thy feet I leave it
+As others would ambitiously receive it.
+Farewell, good king: when I am dead and gone,
+May honourable peace attend thy throne!
+

Exit

+
+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+Why, now is Henry king, and Margaret queen;
+And Humphrey Duke of Gloucester scarce himself,
+That bears so shrewd a maim; two pulls at once;
+His lady banish'd, and a limb lopp'd off.
+This staff of honour raught, there let it stand
+Where it best fits to be, in Henry's hand.
+
+ +SUFFOLK +
+Thus droops this lofty pine and hangs his sprays;
+Thus Eleanor's pride dies in her youngest days.
+
+ +YORK +
+Lords, let him go. Please it your majesty,
+This is the day appointed for the combat;
+And ready are the appellant and defendant,
+The armourer and his man, to enter the lists,
+So please your highness to behold the fight.
+
+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+Ay, good my lord; for purposely therefore
+Left I the court, to see this quarrel tried.
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+O God's name, see the lists and all things fit:
+Here let them end it; and God defend the right!
+
+ +YORK +
+I never saw a fellow worse bested,
+Or more afraid to fight, than is the appellant,
+The servant of this armourer, my lords.
+

Enter at one door, HORNER, the Armourer, and his Neighbours, drinking to him so much that he is drunk; and he enters with a drum before him and his staff with a sand-bag fastened to it; and at the other door PETER, his man, with a drum and sand-bag, and 'Prentices drinking to him

+
+ +First Neighbour +
+Here, neighbour Horner, I drink to you in a cup of
+sack: and fear not, neighbour, you shall do well enough.
+
+ +Second Neighbour +
+And here, neighbour, here's a cup of charneco.
+
+ +Third Neighbour +
+And here's a pot of good double beer, neighbour:
+drink, and fear not your man.
+
+ +HORNER +
+Let it come, i' faith, and I'll pledge you all; and
+a fig for Peter!
+First 'Prentice Here, Peter, I drink to thee: and be not afraid.
+Second 'Prentice Be merry, Peter, and fear not thy master: fight
+for credit of the 'prentices.
+
+ +PETER +
+I thank you all: drink, and pray for me, I pray
+you; for I think I have taken my last draught in
+this world. Here, Robin, an if I die, I give thee
+my apron: and, Will, thou shalt have my hammer:
+and here, Tom, take all the money that I have. O
+Lord bless me! I pray God! for I am never able to
+deal with my master, he hath learnt me so much fence already.
+
+ +SALISBURY +
+Come, leave your drinking, and fall to blows.
+Sirrah, what's thy name?
+
+ +PETER +
+Peter, forsooth.
+
+ +SALISBURY +
+Peter! what more?
+
+ +PETER +
+Thump.
+
+ +SALISBURY +
+Thump! then see thou thump thy master well.
+
+ +HORNER +
+Masters, I am come hither, as it were, upon my man's
+instigation, to prove him a knave and myself an
+honest man: and touching the Duke of York, I will
+take my death, I never meant him any ill, nor the
+king, nor the queen: and therefore, Peter, have at
+thee with a downright blow!
+
+ +YORK +
+Dispatch: this knave's tongue begins to double.
+Sound, trumpets, alarum to the combatants!
+

Alarum. They fight, and PETER strikes him down

+
+ +HORNER +
+Hold, Peter, hold! I confess, I confess treason.
+

Dies

+
+ +YORK +
+Take away his weapon. Fellow, thank God, and the
+good wine in thy master's way.
+
+ +PETER +
+O God, have I overcome mine enemy in this presence?
+O Peter, thou hast prevailed in right!
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+Go, take hence that traitor from our sight;
+For his death we do perceive his guilt:
+And God in justice hath revealed to us
+The truth and innocence of this poor fellow,
+Which he had thought to have murder'd wrongfully.
+Come, fellow, follow us for thy reward.
+

Sound a flourish. Exeunt

+
+

SCENE IV. A street.

+

+Enter GLOUCESTER and his Servingmen, in mourning cloaks +
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+Thus sometimes hath the brightest day a cloud;
+And after summer evermore succeeds
+Barren winter, with his wrathful nipping cold:
+So cares and joys abound, as seasons fleet.
+Sirs, what's o'clock?
+
+ +Servants +
+Ten, my lord.
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+Ten is the hour that was appointed me
+To watch the coming of my punish'd duchess:
+Uneath may she endure the flinty streets,
+To tread them with her tender-feeling feet.
+Sweet Nell, ill can thy noble mind abrook
+The abject people gazing on thy face,
+With envious looks, laughing at thy shame,
+That erst did follow thy proud chariot-wheels
+When thou didst ride in triumph through the streets.
+But, soft! I think she comes; and I'll prepare
+My tear-stain'd eyes to see her miseries.
+

Enter the DUCHESS in a white sheet, and a taper burning in her hand; with STANLEY, the Sheriff, and Officers

+
+ +Servant +
+So please your grace, we'll take her from the sheriff.
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+No, stir not, for your lives; let her pass by.
+
+ +DUCHESS +
+Come you, my lord, to see my open shame?
+Now thou dost penance too. Look how they gaze!
+See how the giddy multitude do point,
+And nod their heads, and throw their eyes on thee!
+Ah, Gloucester, hide thee from their hateful looks,
+And, in thy closet pent up, rue my shame,
+And ban thine enemies, both mine and thine!
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+Be patient, gentle Nell; forget this grief.
+
+ +DUCHESS +
+Ah, Gloucester, teach me to forget myself!
+For whilst I think I am thy married wife
+And thou a prince, protector of this land,
+Methinks I should not thus be led along,
+Mail'd up in shame, with papers on my back,
+And followed with a rabble that rejoice
+To see my tears and hear my deep-fet groans.
+The ruthless flint doth cut my tender feet,
+And when I start, the envious people laugh
+And bid me be advised how I tread.
+Ah, Humphrey, can I bear this shameful yoke?
+Trow'st thou that e'er I'll look upon the world,
+Or count them happy that enjoy the sun?
+No; dark shall be my light and night my day;
+To think upon my pomp shall be my hell.
+Sometime I'll say, I am Duke Humphrey's wife,
+And he a prince and ruler of the land:
+Yet so he ruled and such a prince he was
+As he stood by whilst I, his forlorn duchess,
+Was made a wonder and a pointing-stock
+To every idle rascal follower.
+But be thou mild and blush not at my shame,
+Nor stir at nothing till the axe of death
+Hang over thee, as, sure, it shortly will;
+For Suffolk, he that can do all in all
+With her that hateth thee and hates us all,
+And York and impious Beaufort, that false priest,
+Have all limed bushes to betray thy wings,
+And, fly thou how thou canst, they'll tangle thee:
+But fear not thou, until thy foot be snared,
+Nor never seek prevention of thy foes.
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+Ah, Nell, forbear! thou aimest all awry;
+I must offend before I be attainted;
+And had I twenty times so many foes,
+And each of them had twenty times their power,
+All these could not procure me any scathe,
+So long as I am loyal, true and crimeless.
+Wouldst have me rescue thee from this reproach?
+Why, yet thy scandal were not wiped away
+But I in danger for the breach of law.
+Thy greatest help is quiet, gentle Nell:
+I pray thee, sort thy heart to patience;
+These few days' wonder will be quickly worn.
+

Enter a Herald

+
+ +Herald +
+I summon your grace to his majesty's parliament,
+Holden at Bury the first of this next month.
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+And my consent ne'er ask'd herein before!
+This is close dealing. Well, I will be there.
+

Exit Herald

+My Nell, I take my leave: and, master sheriff,
+Let not her penance exceed the king's commission.
+
+ +Sheriff +
+An't please your grace, here my commission stays,
+And Sir John Stanley is appointed now
+To take her with him to the Isle of Man.
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+Must you, Sir John, protect my lady here?
+
+ +STANLEY +
+So am I given in charge, may't please your grace.
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+Entreat her not the worse in that I pray
+You use her well: the world may laugh again;
+And I may live to do you kindness if
+You do it her: and so, Sir John, farewell!
+
+ +DUCHESS +
+What, gone, my lord, and bid me not farewell!
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+Witness my tears, I cannot stay to speak.
+

Exeunt GLOUCESTER and Servingmen

+
+ +DUCHESS +
+Art thou gone too? all comfort go with thee!
+For none abides with me: my joy is death;
+Death, at whose name I oft have been afear'd,
+Because I wish'd this world's eternity.
+Stanley, I prithee, go, and take me hence;
+I care not whither, for I beg no favour,
+Only convey me where thou art commanded.
+
+ +STANLEY +
+Why, madam, that is to the Isle of Man;
+There to be used according to your state.
+
+ +DUCHESS +
+That's bad enough, for I am but reproach:
+And shall I then be used reproachfully?
+
+ +STANLEY +
+Like to a duchess, and Duke Humphrey's lady;
+According to that state you shall be used.
+
+ +DUCHESS +
+Sheriff, farewell, and better than I fare,
+Although thou hast been conduct of my shame.
+
+ +Sheriff +
+It is my office; and, madam, pardon me.
+
+ +DUCHESS +
+Ay, ay, farewell; thy office is discharged.
+Come, Stanley, shall we go?
+
+ +STANLEY +
+Madam, your penance done, throw off this sheet,
+And go we to attire you for our journey.
+
+ +DUCHESS +
+My shame will not be shifted with my sheet:
+No, it will hang upon my richest robes
+And show itself, attire me how I can.
+Go, lead the way; I long to see my prison.
+

Exeunt

+

+

ACT III

+

SCENE I. The Abbey at Bury St. Edmund's.

+

+Sound a sennet. Enter KING HENRY VI, QUEEN MARGARET, CARDINAL, SUFFOLK, YORK, BUCKINGHAM, SALISBURY and WARWICK to the Parliament +
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+I muse my Lord of Gloucester is not come:
+'Tis not his wont to be the hindmost man,
+Whate'er occasion keeps him from us now.
+
+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+Can you not see? or will ye not observe
+The strangeness of his alter'd countenance?
+With what a majesty he bears himself,
+How insolent of late he is become,
+How proud, how peremptory, and unlike himself?
+We know the time since he was mild and affable,
+And if we did but glance a far-off look,
+Immediately he was upon his knee,
+That all the court admired him for submission:
+But meet him now, and, be it in the morn,
+When every one will give the time of day,
+He knits his brow and shows an angry eye,
+And passeth by with stiff unbowed knee,
+Disdaining duty that to us belongs.
+Small curs are not regarded when they grin;
+But great men tremble when the lion roars;
+And Humphrey is no little man in England.
+First note that he is near you in descent,
+And should you fall, he as the next will mount.
+Me seemeth then it is no policy,
+Respecting what a rancorous mind he bears
+And his advantage following your decease,
+That he should come about your royal person
+Or be admitted to your highness' council.
+By flattery hath he won the commons' hearts,
+And when he please to make commotion,
+'Tis to be fear'd they all will follow him.
+Now 'tis the spring, and weeds are shallow-rooted;
+Suffer them now, and they'll o'ergrow the garden
+And choke the herbs for want of husbandry.
+The reverent care I bear unto my lord
+Made me collect these dangers in the duke.
+If it be fond, call it a woman's fear;
+Which fear if better reasons can supplant,
+I will subscribe and say I wrong'd the duke.
+My Lord of Suffolk, Buckingham, and York,
+Reprove my allegation, if you can;
+Or else conclude my words effectual.
+
+ +SUFFOLK +
+Well hath your highness seen into this duke;
+And, had I first been put to speak my mind,
+I think I should have told your grace's tale.
+The duchess, by his subornation,
+Upon my life, began her devilish practises:
+Or, if he were not privy to those faults,
+Yet, by reputing of his high descent,
+As next the king he was successive heir,
+And such high vaunts of his nobility,
+Did instigate the bedlam brain-sick duchess
+By wicked means to frame our sovereign's fall.
+Smooth runs the water where the brook is deep;
+And in his simple show he harbours treason.
+The fox barks not when he would steal the lamb.
+No, no, my sovereign; Gloucester is a man
+Unsounded yet and full of deep deceit.
+
+ +CARDINAL +
+Did he not, contrary to form of law,
+Devise strange deaths for small offences done?
+
+ +YORK +
+And did he not, in his protectorship,
+Levy great sums of money through the realm
+For soldiers' pay in France, and never sent it?
+By means whereof the towns each day revolted.
+
+ +BUCKINGHAM +
+Tut, these are petty faults to faults unknown.
+Which time will bring to light in smooth
+Duke Humphrey.
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+My lords, at once: the care you have of us,
+To mow down thorns that would annoy our foot,
+Is worthy praise: but, shall I speak my conscience,
+Our kinsman Gloucester is as innocent
+From meaning treason to our royal person
+As is the sucking lamb or harmless dove:
+The duke is virtuous, mild and too well given
+To dream on evil or to work my downfall.
+
+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+Ah, what's more dangerous than this fond affiance!
+Seems he a dove? his feathers are but borrowed,
+For he's disposed as the hateful raven:
+Is he a lamb? his skin is surely lent him,
+For he's inclined as is the ravenous wolf.
+Who cannot steal a shape that means deceit?
+Take heed, my lord; the welfare of us all
+Hangs on the cutting short that fraudful man.
+

Enter SOMERSET

+
+ +SOMERSET +
+All health unto my gracious sovereign!
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+Welcome, Lord Somerset. What news from France?
+
+ +SOMERSET +
+That all your interest in those territories
+Is utterly bereft you; all is lost.
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+Cold news, Lord Somerset: but God's will be done!
+
+ +YORK +
+[Aside] Cold news for me; for I had hope of France
+As firmly as I hope for fertile England.
+Thus are my blossoms blasted in the bud
+And caterpillars eat my leaves away;
+But I will remedy this gear ere long,
+Or sell my title for a glorious grave.
+

Enter GLOUCESTER

+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+All happiness unto my lord the king!
+Pardon, my liege, that I have stay'd so long.
+
+ +SUFFOLK +
+Nay, Gloucester, know that thou art come too soon,
+Unless thou wert more loyal than thou art:
+I do arrest thee of high treason here.
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+Well, Suffolk, thou shalt not see me blush
+Nor change my countenance for this arrest:
+A heart unspotted is not easily daunted.
+The purest spring is not so free from mud
+As I am clear from treason to my sovereign:
+Who can accuse me? wherein am I guilty?
+
+ +YORK +
+'Tis thought, my lord, that you took bribes of France,
+And, being protector, stayed the soldiers' pay;
+By means whereof his highness hath lost France.
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+Is it but thought so? what are they that think it?
+I never robb'd the soldiers of their pay,
+Nor ever had one penny bribe from France.
+So help me God, as I have watch'd the night,
+Ay, night by night, in studying good for England,
+That doit that e'er I wrested from the king,
+Or any groat I hoarded to my use,
+Be brought against me at my trial-day!
+No; many a pound of mine own proper store,
+Because I would not tax the needy commons,
+Have I disbursed to the garrisons,
+And never ask'd for restitution.
+
+ +CARDINAL +
+It serves you well, my lord, to say so much.
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+I say no more than truth, so help me God!
+
+ +YORK +
+In your protectorship you did devise
+Strange tortures for offenders never heard of,
+That England was defamed by tyranny.
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+Why, 'tis well known that, whiles I was
+protector,
+Pity was all the fault that was in me;
+For I should melt at an offender's tears,
+And lowly words were ransom for their fault.
+Unless it were a bloody murderer,
+Or foul felonious thief that fleeced poor passengers,
+I never gave them condign punishment:
+Murder indeed, that bloody sin, I tortured
+Above the felon or what trespass else.
+
+ +SUFFOLK +
+My lord, these faults are easy, quickly answered:
+But mightier crimes are laid unto your charge,
+Whereof you cannot easily purge yourself.
+I do arrest you in his highness' name;
+And here commit you to my lord cardinal
+To keep, until your further time of trial.
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+My lord of Gloucester, 'tis my special hope
+That you will clear yourself from all suspect:
+My conscience tells me you are innocent.
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+Ah, gracious lord, these days are dangerous:
+Virtue is choked with foul ambition
+And charity chased hence by rancour's hand;
+Foul subornation is predominant
+And equity exiled your highness' land.
+I know their complot is to have my life,
+And if my death might make this island happy,
+And prove the period of their tyranny,
+I would expend it with all willingness:
+But mine is made the prologue to their play;
+For thousands more, that yet suspect no peril,
+Will not conclude their plotted tragedy.
+Beaufort's red sparkling eyes blab his heart's malice,
+And Suffolk's cloudy brow his stormy hate;
+Sharp Buckingham unburthens with his tongue
+The envious load that lies upon his heart;
+And dogged York, that reaches at the moon,
+Whose overweening arm I have pluck'd back,
+By false accuse doth level at my life:
+And you, my sovereign lady, with the rest,
+Causeless have laid disgraces on my head,
+And with your best endeavour have stirr'd up
+My liefest liege to be mine enemy:
+Ay, all you have laid your heads together--
+Myself had notice of your conventicles--
+And all to make away my guiltless life.
+I shall not want false witness to condemn me,
+Nor store of treasons to augment my guilt;
+The ancient proverb will be well effected:
+'A staff is quickly found to beat a dog.'
+
+ +CARDINAL +
+My liege, his railing is intolerable:
+If those that care to keep your royal person
+From treason's secret knife and traitors' rage
+Be thus upbraided, chid and rated at,
+And the offender granted scope of speech,
+'Twill make them cool in zeal unto your grace.
+
+ +SUFFOLK +
+Hath he not twit our sovereign lady here
+With ignominious words, though clerkly couch'd,
+As if she had suborned some to swear
+False allegations to o'erthrow his state?
+
+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+But I can give the loser leave to chide.
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+Far truer spoke than meant: I lose, indeed;
+Beshrew the winners, for they play'd me false!
+And well such losers may have leave to speak.
+
+ +BUCKINGHAM +
+He'll wrest the sense and hold us here all day:
+Lord cardinal, he is your prisoner.
+
+ +CARDINAL +
+Sirs, take away the duke, and guard him sure.
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+Ah! thus King Henry throws away his crutch
+Before his legs be firm to bear his body.
+Thus is the shepherd beaten from thy side,
+And wolves are gnarling who shall gnaw thee first.
+Ah, that my fear were false! ah, that it were!
+For, good King Henry, thy decay I fear.
+

Exit, guarded

+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+My lords, what to your wisdoms seemeth best,
+Do or undo, as if ourself were here.
+
+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+What, will your highness leave the parliament?
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+Ay, Margaret; my heart is drown'd with grief,
+Whose flood begins to flow within mine eyes,
+My body round engirt with misery,
+For what's more miserable than discontent?
+Ah, uncle Humphrey! in thy face I see
+The map of honour, truth and loyalty:
+And yet, good Humphrey, is the hour to come
+That e'er I proved thee false or fear'd thy faith.
+What louring star now envies thy estate,
+That these great lords and Margaret our queen
+Do seek subversion of thy harmless life?
+Thou never didst them wrong, nor no man wrong;
+And as the butcher takes away the calf
+And binds the wretch, and beats it when it strays,
+Bearing it to the bloody slaughter-house,
+Even so remorseless have they borne him hence;
+And as the dam runs lowing up and down,
+Looking the way her harmless young one went,
+And can do nought but wail her darling's loss,
+Even so myself bewails good Gloucester's case
+With sad unhelpful tears, and with dimm'd eyes
+Look after him and cannot do him good,
+So mighty are his vowed enemies.
+His fortunes I will weep; and, 'twixt each groan
+Say 'Who's a traitor? Gloucester he is none.'
+

Exeunt all but QUEEN MARGARET, CARDINAL, SUFFOLK, and YORK; SOMERSET remains apart

+
+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+Free lords, cold snow melts with the sun's hot beams.
+Henry my lord is cold in great affairs,
+Too full of foolish pity, and Gloucester's show
+Beguiles him as the mournful crocodile
+With sorrow snares relenting passengers,
+Or as the snake roll'd in a flowering bank,
+With shining chequer'd slough, doth sting a child
+That for the beauty thinks it excellent.
+Believe me, lords, were none more wise than I--
+And yet herein I judge mine own wit good--
+This Gloucester should be quickly rid the world,
+To rid us of the fear we have of him.
+
+ +CARDINAL +
+That he should die is worthy policy;
+But yet we want a colour for his death:
+'Tis meet he be condemn'd by course of law.
+
+ +SUFFOLK +
+But, in my mind, that were no policy:
+The king will labour still to save his life,
+The commons haply rise, to save his life;
+And yet we have but trivial argument,
+More than mistrust, that shows him worthy death.
+
+ +YORK +
+So that, by this, you would not have him die.
+
+ +SUFFOLK +
+Ah, York, no man alive so fain as I!
+
+ +YORK +
+'Tis York that hath more reason for his death.
+But, my lord cardinal, and you, my Lord of Suffolk,
+Say as you think, and speak it from your souls,
+Were't not all one, an empty eagle were set
+To guard the chicken from a hungry kite,
+As place Duke Humphrey for the king's protector?
+
+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+So the poor chicken should be sure of death.
+
+ +SUFFOLK +
+Madam, 'tis true; and were't not madness, then,
+To make the fox surveyor of the fold?
+Who being accused a crafty murderer,
+His guilt should be but idly posted over,
+Because his purpose is not executed.
+No; let him die, in that he is a fox,
+By nature proved an enemy to the flock,
+Before his chaps be stain'd with crimson blood,
+As Humphrey, proved by reasons, to my liege.
+And do not stand on quillets how to slay him:
+Be it by gins, by snares, by subtlety,
+Sleeping or waking, 'tis no matter how,
+So he be dead; for that is good deceit
+Which mates him first that first intends deceit.
+
+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+Thrice-noble Suffolk, 'tis resolutely spoke.
+
+ +SUFFOLK +
+Not resolute, except so much were done;
+For things are often spoke and seldom meant:
+But that my heart accordeth with my tongue,
+Seeing the deed is meritorious,
+And to preserve my sovereign from his foe,
+Say but the word, and I will be his priest.
+
+ +CARDINAL +
+But I would have him dead, my Lord of Suffolk,
+Ere you can take due orders for a priest:
+Say you consent and censure well the deed,
+And I'll provide his executioner,
+I tender so the safety of my liege.
+
+ +SUFFOLK +
+Here is my hand, the deed is worthy doing.
+
+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+And so say I.
+
+ +YORK +
+And I and now we three have spoke it,
+It skills not greatly who impugns our doom.
+

Enter a Post

+
+ +Post +
+Great lords, from Ireland am I come amain,
+To signify that rebels there are up
+And put the Englishmen unto the sword:
+Send succors, lords, and stop the rage betime,
+Before the wound do grow uncurable;
+For, being green, there is great hope of help.
+
+ +CARDINAL +
+A breach that craves a quick expedient stop!
+What counsel give you in this weighty cause?
+
+ +YORK +
+That Somerset be sent as regent thither:
+'Tis meet that lucky ruler be employ'd;
+Witness the fortune he hath had in France.
+
+ +SOMERSET +
+If York, with all his far-fet policy,
+Had been the regent there instead of me,
+He never would have stay'd in France so long.
+
+ +YORK +
+No, not to lose it all, as thou hast done:
+I rather would have lost my life betimes
+Than bring a burthen of dishonour home
+By staying there so long till all were lost.
+Show me one scar character'd on thy skin:
+Men's flesh preserved so whole do seldom win.
+
+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+Nay, then, this spark will prove a raging fire,
+If wind and fuel be brought to feed it with:
+No more, good York; sweet Somerset, be still:
+Thy fortune, York, hadst thou been regent there,
+Might happily have proved far worse than his.
+
+ +YORK +
+What, worse than nought? nay, then, a shame take all!
+
+ +SOMERSET +
+And, in the number, thee that wishest shame!
+
+ +CARDINAL +
+My Lord of York, try what your fortune is.
+The uncivil kerns of Ireland are in arms
+And temper clay with blood of Englishmen:
+To Ireland will you lead a band of men,
+Collected choicely, from each county some,
+And try your hap against the Irishmen?
+
+ +YORK +
+I will, my lord, so please his majesty.
+
+ +SUFFOLK +
+Why, our authority is his consent,
+And what we do establish he confirms:
+Then, noble York, take thou this task in hand.
+
+ +YORK +
+I am content: provide me soldiers, lords,
+Whiles I take order for mine own affairs.
+
+ +SUFFOLK +
+A charge, Lord York, that I will see perform'd.
+But now return we to the false Duke Humphrey.
+
+ +CARDINAL +
+No more of him; for I will deal with him
+That henceforth he shall trouble us no more.
+And so break off; the day is almost spent:
+Lord Suffolk, you and I must talk of that event.
+
+ +YORK +
+My Lord of Suffolk, within fourteen days
+At Bristol I expect my soldiers;
+For there I'll ship them all for Ireland.
+
+ +SUFFOLK +
+I'll see it truly done, my Lord of York.
+

Exeunt all but YORK

+
+ +YORK +
+Now, York, or never, steel thy fearful thoughts,
+And change misdoubt to resolution:
+Be that thou hopest to be, or what thou art
+Resign to death; it is not worth the enjoying:
+Let pale-faced fear keep with the mean-born man,
+And find no harbour in a royal heart.
+Faster than spring-time showers comes thought
+on thought,
+And not a thought but thinks on dignity.
+My brain more busy than the labouring spider
+Weaves tedious snares to trap mine enemies.
+Well, nobles, well, 'tis politicly done,
+To send me packing with an host of men:
+I fear me you but warm the starved snake,
+Who, cherish'd in your breasts, will sting
+your hearts.
+'Twas men I lack'd and you will give them me:
+I take it kindly; and yet be well assured
+You put sharp weapons in a madman's hands.
+Whiles I in Ireland nourish a mighty band,
+I will stir up in England some black storm
+Shall blow ten thousand souls to heaven or hell;
+And this fell tempest shall not cease to rage
+Until the golden circuit on my head,
+Like to the glorious sun's transparent beams,
+Do calm the fury of this mad-bred flaw.
+And, for a minister of my intent,
+I have seduced a headstrong Kentishman,
+John Cade of Ashford,
+To make commotion, as full well he can,
+Under the title of John Mortimer.
+In Ireland have I seen this stubborn Cade
+Oppose himself against a troop of kerns,
+And fought so long, till that his thighs with darts
+Were almost like a sharp-quill'd porpentine;
+And, in the end being rescued, I have seen
+Him caper upright like a wild Morisco,
+Shaking the bloody darts as he his bells.
+Full often, like a shag-hair'd crafty kern,
+Hath he conversed with the enemy,
+And undiscover'd come to me again
+And given me notice of their villanies.
+This devil here shall be my substitute;
+For that John Mortimer, which now is dead,
+In face, in gait, in speech, he doth resemble:
+By this I shall perceive the commons' mind,
+How they affect the house and claim of York.
+Say he be taken, rack'd and tortured,
+I know no pain they can inflict upon him
+Will make him say I moved him to those arms.
+Say that he thrive, as 'tis great like he will,
+Why, then from Ireland come I with my strength
+And reap the harvest which that rascal sow'd;
+For Humphrey being dead, as he shall be,
+And Henry put apart, the next for me.
+

Exit

+
+

SCENE II. Bury St. Edmund's. A room of state.

+

+Enter certain Murderers, hastily +
+ +First Murderer +
+Run to my Lord of Suffolk; let him know
+We have dispatch'd the duke, as he commanded.
+
+ +Second Murderer +
+O that it were to do! What have we done?
+Didst ever hear a man so penitent?
+

Enter SUFFOLK

+
+ +First Murder +
+Here comes my lord.
+
+ +SUFFOLK +
+Now, sirs, have you dispatch'd this thing?
+
+ +First Murderer +
+Ay, my good lord, he's dead.
+
+ +SUFFOLK +
+Why, that's well said. Go, get you to my house;
+I will reward you for this venturous deed.
+The king and all the peers are here at hand.
+Have you laid fair the bed? Is all things well,
+According as I gave directions?
+
+ +First Murderer +
+'Tis, my good lord.
+
+ +SUFFOLK +
+Away! be gone.
+

Exeunt Murderers

+

Sound trumpets. Enter KING HENRY VI, QUEEN MARGARET, CARDINAL, SOMERSET, with Attendants

+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+Go, call our uncle to our presence straight;
+Say we intend to try his grace to-day.
+If he be guilty, as 'tis published.
+
+ +SUFFOLK +
+I'll call him presently, my noble lord.
+

Exit

+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+Lords, take your places; and, I pray you all,
+Proceed no straiter 'gainst our uncle Gloucester
+Than from true evidence of good esteem
+He be approved in practise culpable.
+
+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+God forbid any malice should prevail,
+That faultless may condemn a nobleman!
+Pray God he may acquit him of suspicion!
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+I thank thee, Meg; these words content me much.
+

Re-enter SUFFOLK

+How now! why look'st thou pale? why tremblest thou?
+Where is our uncle? what's the matter, Suffolk?
+
+ +SUFFOLK +
+Dead in his bed, my lord; Gloucester is dead.
+
+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+Marry, God forfend!
+
+ +CARDINAL +
+God's secret judgment: I did dream to-night
+The duke was dumb and could not speak a word.
+

KING HENRY VI swoons

+
+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+How fares my lord? Help, lords! the king is dead.
+
+ +SOMERSET +
+Rear up his body; wring him by the nose.
+
+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+Run, go, help, help! O Henry, ope thine eyes!
+
+ +SUFFOLK +
+He doth revive again: madam, be patient.
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+O heavenly God!
+
+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+How fares my gracious lord?
+
+ +SUFFOLK +
+Comfort, my sovereign! gracious Henry, comfort!
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+What, doth my Lord of Suffolk comfort me?
+Came he right now to sing a raven's note,
+Whose dismal tune bereft my vital powers;
+And thinks he that the chirping of a wren,
+By crying comfort from a hollow breast,
+Can chase away the first-conceived sound?
+Hide not thy poison with such sugar'd words;
+Lay not thy hands on me; forbear, I say;
+Their touch affrights me as a serpent's sting.
+Thou baleful messenger, out of my sight!
+Upon thy eye-balls murderous tyranny
+Sits in grim majesty, to fright the world.
+Look not upon me, for thine eyes are wounding:
+Yet do not go away: come, basilisk,
+And kill the innocent gazer with thy sight;
+For in the shade of death I shall find joy;
+In life but double death, now Gloucester's dead.
+
+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+Why do you rate my Lord of Suffolk thus?
+Although the duke was enemy to him,
+Yet he most Christian-like laments his death:
+And for myself, foe as he was to me,
+Might liquid tears or heart-offending groans
+Or blood-consuming sighs recall his life,
+I would be blind with weeping, sick with groans,
+Look pale as primrose with blood-drinking sighs,
+And all to have the noble duke alive.
+What know I how the world may deem of me?
+For it is known we were but hollow friends:
+It may be judged I made the duke away;
+So shall my name with slander's tongue be wounded,
+And princes' courts be fill'd with my reproach.
+This get I by his death: ay me, unhappy!
+To be a queen, and crown'd with infamy!
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+Ah, woe is me for Gloucester, wretched man!
+
+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+Be woe for me, more wretched than he is.
+What, dost thou turn away and hide thy face?
+I am no loathsome leper; look on me.
+What! art thou, like the adder, waxen deaf?
+Be poisonous too and kill thy forlorn queen.
+Is all thy comfort shut in Gloucester's tomb?
+Why, then, dame Margaret was ne'er thy joy.
+Erect his statue and worship it,
+And make my image but an alehouse sign.
+Was I for this nigh wreck'd upon the sea
+And twice by awkward wind from England's bank
+Drove back again unto my native clime?
+What boded this, but well forewarning wind
+Did seem to say 'Seek not a scorpion's nest,
+Nor set no footing on this unkind shore'?
+What did I then, but cursed the gentle gusts
+And he that loosed them forth their brazen caves:
+And bid them blow towards England's blessed shore,
+Or turn our stern upon a dreadful rock
+Yet AEolus would not be a murderer,
+But left that hateful office unto thee:
+The pretty-vaulting sea refused to drown me,
+Knowing that thou wouldst have me drown'd on shore,
+With tears as salt as sea, through thy unkindness:
+The splitting rocks cower'd in the sinking sands
+And would not dash me with their ragged sides,
+Because thy flinty heart, more hard than they,
+Might in thy palace perish Margaret.
+As far as I could ken thy chalky cliffs,
+When from thy shore the tempest beat us back,
+I stood upon the hatches in the storm,
+And when the dusky sky began to rob
+My earnest-gaping sight of thy land's view,
+I took a costly jewel from my neck,
+A heart it was, bound in with diamonds,
+And threw it towards thy land: the sea received it,
+And so I wish'd thy body might my heart:
+And even with this I lost fair England's view
+And bid mine eyes be packing with my heart
+And call'd them blind and dusky spectacles,
+For losing ken of Albion's wished coast.
+How often have I tempted Suffolk's tongue,
+The agent of thy foul inconstancy,
+To sit and witch me, as Ascanius did
+When he to madding Dido would unfold
+His father's acts commenced in burning Troy!
+Am I not witch'd like her? or thou not false like him?
+Ay me, I can no more! die, Margaret!
+For Henry weeps that thou dost live so long.
+

Noise within. Enter WARWICK, SALISBURY, and many Commons

+
+ +WARWICK +
+It is reported, mighty sovereign,
+That good Duke Humphrey traitorously is murder'd
+By Suffolk and the Cardinal Beaufort's means.
+The commons, like an angry hive of bees
+That want their leader, scatter up and down
+And care not who they sting in his revenge.
+Myself have calm'd their spleenful mutiny,
+Until they hear the order of his death.
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+That he is dead, good Warwick, 'tis too true;
+But how he died God knows, not Henry:
+Enter his chamber, view his breathless corpse,
+And comment then upon his sudden death.
+
+ +WARWICK +
+That shall I do, my liege. Stay, Salisbury,
+With the rude multitude till I return.
+

Exit

+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+O Thou that judgest all things, stay my thoughts,
+My thoughts, that labour to persuade my soul
+Some violent hands were laid on Humphrey's life!
+If my suspect be false, forgive me, God,
+For judgment only doth belong to thee.
+Fain would I go to chafe his paly lips
+With twenty thousand kisses, and to drain
+Upon his face an ocean of salt tears,
+To tell my love unto his dumb deaf trunk,
+And with my fingers feel his hand unfeeling:
+But all in vain are these mean obsequies;
+And to survey his dead and earthly image,
+What were it but to make my sorrow greater?
+

Re-enter WARWICK and others, bearing GLOUCESTER'S body on a bed

+
+ +WARWICK +
+Come hither, gracious sovereign, view this body.
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+That is to see how deep my grave is made;
+For with his soul fled all my worldly solace,
+For seeing him I see my life in death.
+
+ +WARWICK +
+As surely as my soul intends to live
+With that dread King that took our state upon him
+To free us from his father's wrathful curse,
+I do believe that violent hands were laid
+Upon the life of this thrice-famed duke.
+
+ +SUFFOLK +
+A dreadful oath, sworn with a solemn tongue!
+What instance gives Lord Warwick for his vow?
+
+ +WARWICK +
+See how the blood is settled in his face.
+Oft have I seen a timely-parted ghost,
+Of ashy semblance, meagre, pale and bloodless,
+Being all descended to the labouring heart;
+Who, in the conflict that it holds with death,
+Attracts the same for aidance 'gainst the enemy;
+Which with the heart there cools and ne'er returneth
+To blush and beautify the cheek again.
+But see, his face is black and full of blood,
+His eye-balls further out than when he lived,
+Staring full ghastly like a strangled man;
+His hair uprear'd, his nostrils stretched with struggling;
+His hands abroad display'd, as one that grasp'd
+And tugg'd for life and was by strength subdued:
+Look, on the sheets his hair you see, is sticking;
+His well-proportion'd beard made rough and rugged,
+Like to the summer's corn by tempest lodged.
+It cannot be but he was murder'd here;
+The least of all these signs were probable.
+
+ +SUFFOLK +
+Why, Warwick, who should do the duke to death?
+Myself and Beaufort had him in protection;
+And we, I hope, sir, are no murderers.
+
+ +WARWICK +
+But both of you were vow'd Duke Humphrey's foes,
+And you, forsooth, had the good duke to keep:
+'Tis like you would not feast him like a friend;
+And 'tis well seen he found an enemy.
+
+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+Then you, belike, suspect these noblemen
+As guilty of Duke Humphrey's timeless death.
+
+ +WARWICK +
+Who finds the heifer dead and bleeding fresh
+And sees fast by a butcher with an axe,
+But will suspect 'twas he that made the slaughter?
+Who finds the partridge in the puttock's nest,
+But may imagine how the bird was dead,
+Although the kite soar with unbloodied beak?
+Even so suspicious is this tragedy.
+
+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+Are you the butcher, Suffolk? Where's your knife?
+Is Beaufort term'd a kite? Where are his talons?
+
+ +SUFFOLK +
+I wear no knife to slaughter sleeping men;
+But here's a vengeful sword, rusted with ease,
+That shall be scoured in his rancorous heart
+That slanders me with murder's crimson badge.
+Say, if thou darest, proud Lord of Warwick-shire,
+That I am faulty in Duke Humphrey's death.
+

Exeunt CARDINAL, SOMERSET, and others

+
+ +WARWICK +
+What dares not Warwick, if false Suffolk dare him?
+
+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+He dares not calm his contumelious spirit
+Nor cease to be an arrogant controller,
+Though Suffolk dare him twenty thousand times.
+
+ +WARWICK +
+Madam, be still; with reverence may I say;
+For every word you speak in his behalf
+Is slander to your royal dignity.
+
+ +SUFFOLK +
+Blunt-witted lord, ignoble in demeanor!
+If ever lady wrong'd her lord so much,
+Thy mother took into her blameful bed
+Some stern untutor'd churl, and noble stock
+Was graft with crab-tree slip; whose fruit thou art,
+And never of the Nevils' noble race.
+
+ +WARWICK +
+But that the guilt of murder bucklers thee
+And I should rob the deathsman of his fee,
+Quitting thee thereby of ten thousand shames,
+And that my sovereign's presence makes me mild,
+I would, false murderous coward, on thy knee
+Make thee beg pardon for thy passed speech,
+And say it was thy mother that thou meant'st
+That thou thyself was born in bastardy;
+And after all this fearful homage done,
+Give thee thy hire and send thy soul to hell,
+Pernicious blood-sucker of sleeping men!
+
+ +SUFFOLK +
+Thou shall be waking well I shed thy blood,
+If from this presence thou darest go with me.
+
+ +WARWICK +
+Away even now, or I will drag thee hence:
+Unworthy though thou art, I'll cope with thee
+And do some service to Duke Humphrey's ghost.
+

Exeunt SUFFOLK and WARWICK

+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+What stronger breastplate than a heart untainted!
+Thrice is he armed that hath his quarrel just,
+And he but naked, though lock'd up in steel
+Whose conscience with injustice is corrupted.
+

A noise within

+
+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+What noise is this?
+

Re-enter SUFFOLK and WARWICK, with their weapons drawn

+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+Why, how now, lords! your wrathful weapons drawn
+Here in our presence! dare you be so bold?
+Why, what tumultuous clamour have we here?
+
+ +SUFFOLK +
+The traitorous Warwick with the men of Bury
+Set all upon me, mighty sovereign.
+
+ +SALISBURY +
+[To the Commons, entering] Sirs, stand apart;
+the king shall know your mind.
+Dread lord, the commons send you word by me,
+Unless Lord Suffolk straight be done to death,
+Or banished fair England's territories,
+They will by violence tear him from your palace
+And torture him with grievous lingering death.
+They say, by him the good Duke Humphrey died;
+They say, in him they fear your highness' death;
+And mere instinct of love and loyalty,
+Free from a stubborn opposite intent,
+As being thought to contradict your liking,
+Makes them thus forward in his banishment.
+They say, in care of your most royal person,
+That if your highness should intend to sleep
+And charge that no man should disturb your rest
+In pain of your dislike or pain of death,
+Yet, notwithstanding such a strait edict,
+Were there a serpent seen, with forked tongue,
+That slily glided towards your majesty,
+It were but necessary you were waked,
+Lest, being suffer'd in that harmful slumber,
+The mortal worm might make the sleep eternal;
+And therefore do they cry, though you forbid,
+That they will guard you, whether you will or no,
+From such fell serpents as false Suffolk is,
+With whose envenomed and fatal sting,
+Your loving uncle, twenty times his worth,
+They say, is shamefully bereft of life.
+
+ +Commons +
+[Within] An answer from the king, my
+Lord of Salisbury!
+
+ +SUFFOLK +
+'Tis like the commons, rude unpolish'd hinds,
+Could send such message to their sovereign:
+But you, my lord, were glad to be employ'd,
+To show how quaint an orator you are:
+But all the honour Salisbury hath won
+Is, that he was the lord ambassador
+Sent from a sort of tinkers to the king.
+
+ +Commons +
+[Within] An answer from the king, or we will all break in!
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+Go, Salisbury, and tell them all from me.
+I thank them for their tender loving care;
+And had I not been cited so by them,
+Yet did I purpose as they do entreat;
+For, sure, my thoughts do hourly prophesy
+Mischance unto my state by Suffolk's means:
+And therefore, by His majesty I swear,
+Whose far unworthy deputy I am,
+He shall not breathe infection in this air
+But three days longer, on the pain of death.
+

Exit SALISBURY

+
+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+O Henry, let me plead for gentle Suffolk!
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+Ungentle queen, to call him gentle Suffolk!
+No more, I say: if thou dost plead for him,
+Thou wilt but add increase unto my wrath.
+Had I but said, I would have kept my word,
+But when I swear, it is irrevocable.
+If, after three days' space, thou here be'st found
+On any ground that I am ruler of,
+The world shall not be ransom for thy life.
+Come, Warwick, come, good Warwick, go with me;
+I have great matters to impart to thee.
+

Exeunt all but QUEEN MARGARET and SUFFOLK

+
+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+Mischance and sorrow go along with you!
+Heart's discontent and sour affliction
+Be playfellows to keep you company!
+There's two of you; the devil make a third!
+And threefold vengeance tend upon your steps!
+
+ +SUFFOLK +
+Cease, gentle queen, these execrations,
+And let thy Suffolk take his heavy leave.
+
+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+Fie, coward woman and soft-hearted wretch!
+Hast thou not spirit to curse thine enemy?
+
+ +SUFFOLK +
+A plague upon them! wherefore should I curse them?
+Would curses kill, as doth the mandrake's groan,
+I would invent as bitter-searching terms,
+As curst, as harsh and horrible to hear,
+Deliver'd strongly through my fixed teeth,
+With full as many signs of deadly hate,
+As lean-faced Envy in her loathsome cave:
+My tongue should stumble in mine earnest words;
+Mine eyes should sparkle like the beaten flint;
+Mine hair be fixed on end, as one distract;
+Ay, every joint should seem to curse and ban:
+And even now my burthen'd heart would break,
+Should I not curse them. Poison be their drink!
+Gall, worse than gall, the daintiest that they taste!
+Their sweetest shade a grove of cypress trees!
+Their chiefest prospect murdering basilisks!
+Their softest touch as smart as lizards' sting!
+Their music frightful as the serpent's hiss,
+And boding screech-owls make the concert full!
+All the foul terrors in dark-seated hell--
+
+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+Enough, sweet Suffolk; thou torment'st thyself;
+And these dread curses, like the sun 'gainst glass,
+Or like an overcharged gun, recoil,
+And turn the force of them upon thyself.
+
+ +SUFFOLK +
+You bade me ban, and will you bid me leave?
+Now, by the ground that I am banish'd from,
+Well could I curse away a winter's night,
+Though standing naked on a mountain top,
+Where biting cold would never let grass grow,
+And think it but a minute spent in sport.
+
+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+O, let me entreat thee cease. Give me thy hand,
+That I may dew it with my mournful tears;
+Nor let the rain of heaven wet this place,
+To wash away my woful monuments.
+O, could this kiss be printed in thy hand,
+That thou mightst think upon these by the seal,
+Through whom a thousand sighs are breathed for thee!
+So, get thee gone, that I may know my grief;
+'Tis but surmised whiles thou art standing by,
+As one that surfeits thinking on a want.
+I will repeal thee, or, be well assured,
+Adventure to be banished myself:
+And banished I am, if but from thee.
+Go; speak not to me; even now be gone.
+O, go not yet! Even thus two friends condemn'd
+Embrace and kiss and take ten thousand leaves,
+Loather a hundred times to part than die.
+Yet now farewell; and farewell life with thee!
+
+ +SUFFOLK +
+Thus is poor Suffolk ten times banished;
+Once by the king, and three times thrice by thee.
+'Tis not the land I care for, wert thou thence;
+A wilderness is populous enough,
+So Suffolk had thy heavenly company:
+For where thou art, there is the world itself,
+With every several pleasure in the world,
+And where thou art not, desolation.
+I can no more: live thou to joy thy life;
+Myself no joy in nought but that thou livest.
+

Enter VAUX

+
+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+Wither goes Vaux so fast? what news, I prithee?
+
+ +VAUX +
+To signify unto his majesty
+That Cardinal Beaufort is at point of death;
+For suddenly a grievous sickness took him,
+That makes him gasp and stare and catch the air,
+Blaspheming God and cursing men on earth.
+Sometimes he talks as if Duke Humphrey's ghost
+Were by his side; sometime he calls the king,
+And whispers to his pillow, as to him,
+The secrets of his overcharged soul;
+And I am sent to tell his majesty
+That even now he cries aloud for him.
+
+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+Go tell this heavy message to the king.
+

Exit VAUX

+Ay me! what is this world! what news are these!
+But wherefore grieve I at an hour's poor loss,
+Omitting Suffolk's exile, my soul's treasure?
+Why only, Suffolk, mourn I not for thee,
+And with the southern clouds contend in tears,
+Theirs for the earth's increase, mine for my sorrows?
+Now get thee hence: the king, thou know'st, is coming;
+If thou be found by me, thou art but dead.
+
+ +SUFFOLK +
+If I depart from thee, I cannot live;
+And in thy sight to die, what were it else
+But like a pleasant slumber in thy lap?
+Here could I breathe my soul into the air,
+As mild and gentle as the cradle-babe
+Dying with mother's dug between its lips:
+Where, from thy sight, I should be raging mad,
+And cry out for thee to close up mine eyes,
+To have thee with thy lips to stop my mouth;
+So shouldst thou either turn my flying soul,
+Or I should breathe it so into thy body,
+And then it lived in sweet Elysium.
+To die by thee were but to die in jest;
+From thee to die were torture more than death:
+O, let me stay, befall what may befall!
+
+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+Away! though parting be a fretful corrosive,
+It is applied to a deathful wound.
+To France, sweet Suffolk: let me hear from thee;
+For wheresoe'er thou art in this world's globe,
+I'll have an Iris that shall find thee out.
+
+ +SUFFOLK +
+I go.
+
+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+And take my heart with thee.
+
+ +SUFFOLK +
+A jewel, lock'd into the wofull'st cask
+That ever did contain a thing of worth.
+Even as a splitted bark, so sunder we
+This way fall I to death.
+
+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+This way for me.
+

Exeunt severally

+
+

SCENE III. A bedchamber.

+

+Enter the KING, SALISBURY, WARWICK, to the CARDINAL in bed +
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+How fares my lord? speak, Beaufort, to
+thy sovereign.
+
+ +CARDINAL +
+If thou be'st death, I'll give thee England's treasure,
+Enough to purchase such another island,
+So thou wilt let me live, and feel no pain.
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+Ah, what a sign it is of evil life,
+Where death's approach is seen so terrible!
+
+ +WARWICK +
+Beaufort, it is thy sovereign speaks to thee.
+
+ +CARDINAL +
+Bring me unto my trial when you will.
+Died he not in his bed? where should he die?
+Can I make men live, whether they will or no?
+O, torture me no more! I will confess.
+Alive again? then show me where he is:
+I'll give a thousand pound to look upon him.
+He hath no eyes, the dust hath blinded them.
+Comb down his hair; look, look! it stands upright,
+Like lime-twigs set to catch my winged soul.
+Give me some drink; and bid the apothecary
+Bring the strong poison that I bought of him.
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+O thou eternal Mover of the heavens.
+Look with a gentle eye upon this wretch!
+O, beat away the busy meddling fiend
+That lays strong siege unto this wretch's soul.
+And from his bosom purge this black despair!
+
+ +WARWICK +
+See, how the pangs of death do make him grin!
+
+ +SALISBURY +
+Disturb him not; let him pass peaceably.
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+Peace to his soul, if God's good pleasure be!
+Lord cardinal, if thou think'st on heaven's bliss,
+Hold up thy hand, make signal of thy hope.
+He dies, and makes no sign. O God, forgive him!
+
+ +WARWICK +
+So bad a death argues a monstrous life.
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+Forbear to judge, for we are sinners all.
+Close up his eyes and draw the curtain close;
+And let us all to meditation.
+

Exeunt

+

+

ACT IV

+

SCENE I. The coast of Kent.

+

+Alarum. Fight at sea. Ordnance goes off. Enter a Captain, a Master, a Master's-mate, WALTER WHITMORE, and others; with them SUFFOLK, and others, prisoners +
+ +Captain +
+The gaudy, blabbing and remorseful day
+Is crept into the bosom of the sea;
+And now loud-howling wolves arouse the jades
+That drag the tragic melancholy night;
+Who, with their drowsy, slow and flagging wings,
+Clip dead men's graves and from their misty jaws
+Breathe foul contagious darkness in the air.
+Therefore bring forth the soldiers of our prize;
+For, whilst our pinnace anchors in the Downs,
+Here shall they make their ransom on the sand,
+Or with their blood stain this discolour'd shore.
+Master, this prisoner freely give I thee;
+And thou that art his mate, make boot of this;
+The other, Walter Whitmore, is thy share.
+
+ +First Gentleman +
+What is my ransom, master? let me know.
+
+ +Master +
+A thousand crowns, or else lay down your head.
+Master's-Mate And so much shall you give, or off goes yours.
+
+ +Captain +
+What, think you much to pay two thousand crowns,
+And bear the name and port of gentlemen?
+Cut both the villains' throats; for die you shall:
+The lives of those which we have lost in fight
+Be counterpoised with such a petty sum!
+
+ +First Gentleman +
+I'll give it, sir; and therefore spare my life.
+
+ +Second Gentleman +
+And so will I and write home for it straight.
+
+ +WHITMORE +
+I lost mine eye in laying the prize aboard,
+And therefore to revenge it, shalt thou die;
+

To SUFFOLK

+And so should these, if I might have my will.
+
+ +Captain +
+Be not so rash; take ransom, let him live.
+
+ +SUFFOLK +
+Look on my George; I am a gentleman:
+Rate me at what thou wilt, thou shalt be paid.
+
+ +WHITMORE +
+And so am I; my name is Walter Whitmore.
+How now! why start'st thou? what, doth
+death affright?
+
+ +SUFFOLK +
+Thy name affrights me, in whose sound is death.
+A cunning man did calculate my birth
+And told me that by water I should die:
+Yet let not this make thee be bloody-minded;
+Thy name is Gaultier, being rightly sounded.
+
+ +WHITMORE +
+Gaultier or Walter, which it is, I care not:
+Never yet did base dishonour blur our name,
+But with our sword we wiped away the blot;
+Therefore, when merchant-like I sell revenge,
+Broke be my sword, my arms torn and defaced,
+And I proclaim'd a coward through the world!
+
+ +SUFFOLK +
+Stay, Whitmore; for thy prisoner is a prince,
+The Duke of Suffolk, William de la Pole.
+
+ +WHITMORE +
+The Duke of Suffolk muffled up in rags!
+
+ +SUFFOLK +
+Ay, but these rags are no part of the duke:
+Jove sometimes went disguised, and why not I?
+
+ +Captain +
+But Jove was never slain, as thou shalt be.
+
+ +SUFFOLK +
+Obscure and lowly swain, King Henry's blood,
+The honourable blood of Lancaster,
+Must not be shed by such a jaded groom.
+Hast thou not kiss'd thy hand and held my stirrup?
+Bare-headed plodded by my foot-cloth mule
+And thought thee happy when I shook my head?
+How often hast thou waited at my cup,
+Fed from my trencher, kneel'd down at the board.
+When I have feasted with Queen Margaret?
+Remember it and let it make thee crest-fall'n,
+Ay, and allay this thy abortive pride;
+How in our voiding lobby hast thou stood
+And duly waited for my coming forth?
+This hand of mine hath writ in thy behalf,
+And therefore shall it charm thy riotous tongue.
+
+ +WHITMORE +
+Speak, captain, shall I stab the forlorn swain?
+
+ +Captain +
+First let my words stab him, as he hath me.
+
+ +SUFFOLK +
+Base slave, thy words are blunt and so art thou.
+
+ +Captain +
+Convey him hence and on our longboat's side
+Strike off his head.
+
+ +SUFFOLK +
+Thou darest not, for thy own.
+
+ +Captain +
+Yes, Pole.
+
+ +SUFFOLK +
+ Pole!
+
+ +Captain +
+ Pool! Sir Pool! lord!
+Ay, kennel, puddle, sink; whose filth and dirt
+Troubles the silver spring where England drinks.
+Now will I dam up this thy yawning mouth
+For swallowing the treasure of the realm:
+Thy lips that kiss'd the queen shall sweep the ground;
+And thou that smiledst at good Duke Humphrey's death,
+Against the senseless winds shalt grin in vain,
+Who in contempt shall hiss at thee again:
+And wedded be thou to the hags of hell,
+For daring to affy a mighty lord
+Unto the daughter of a worthless king,
+Having neither subject, wealth, nor diadem.
+By devilish policy art thou grown great,
+And, like ambitious Sylla, overgorged
+With gobbets of thy mother's bleeding heart.
+By thee Anjou and Maine were sold to France,
+The false revolting Normans thorough thee
+Disdain to call us lord, and Picardy
+Hath slain their governors, surprised our forts,
+And sent the ragged soldiers wounded home.
+The princely Warwick, and the Nevils all,
+Whose dreadful swords were never drawn in vain,
+As hating thee, are rising up in arms:
+And now the house of York, thrust from the crown
+By shameful murder of a guiltless king
+And lofty proud encroaching tyranny,
+Burns with revenging fire; whose hopeful colours
+Advance our half-faced sun, striving to shine,
+Under the which is writ 'Invitis nubibus.'
+The commons here in Kent are up in arms:
+And, to conclude, reproach and beggary
+Is crept into the palace of our king.
+And all by thee. Away! convey him hence.
+
+ +SUFFOLK +
+O that I were a god, to shoot forth thunder
+Upon these paltry, servile, abject drudges!
+Small things make base men proud: this villain here,
+Being captain of a pinnace, threatens more
+Than Bargulus the strong Illyrian pirate.
+Drones suck not eagles' blood but rob beehives:
+It is impossible that I should die
+By such a lowly vassal as thyself.
+Thy words move rage and not remorse in me:
+I go of message from the queen to France;
+I charge thee waft me safely cross the Channel.
+
+ +Captain +
+Walter,--
+
+ +WHITMORE +
+Come, Suffolk, I must waft thee to thy death.
+
+ +SUFFOLK +
+Gelidus timor occupat artus it is thee I fear.
+
+ +WHITMORE +
+Thou shalt have cause to fear before I leave thee.
+What, are ye daunted now? now will ye stoop?
+
+ +First Gentleman +
+My gracious lord, entreat him, speak him fair.
+
+ +SUFFOLK +
+Suffolk's imperial tongue is stern and rough,
+Used to command, untaught to plead for favour.
+Far be it we should honour such as these
+With humble suit: no, rather let my head
+Stoop to the block than these knees bow to any
+Save to the God of heaven and to my king;
+And sooner dance upon a bloody pole
+Than stand uncover'd to the vulgar groom.
+True nobility is exempt from fear:
+More can I bear than you dare execute.
+
+ +Captain +
+Hale him away, and let him talk no more.
+
+ +SUFFOLK +
+Come, soldiers, show what cruelty ye can,
+That this my death may never be forgot!
+Great men oft die by vile bezonians:
+A Roman sworder and banditto slave
+Murder'd sweet Tully; Brutus' bastard hand
+Stabb'd Julius Caesar; savage islanders
+Pompey the Great; and Suffolk dies by pirates.
+

Exeunt Whitmore and others with Suffolk

+
+ +Captain +
+And as for these whose ransom we have set,
+It is our pleasure one of them depart;
+Therefore come you with us and let him go.
+

Exeunt all but the First Gentleman

+

Re-enter WHITMORE with SUFFOLK's body

+
+ +WHITMORE +
+There let his head and lifeless body lie,
+Until the queen his mistress bury it.
+

Exit

+
+ +First Gentleman +
+O barbarous and bloody spectacle!
+His body will I bear unto the king:
+If he revenge it not, yet will his friends;
+So will the queen, that living held him dear.
+

Exit with the body

+
+

SCENE II. Blackheath.

+

+Enter GEORGE BEVIS and JOHN HOLLAND +
+ +BEVIS +
+Come, and get thee a sword, though made of a lath;
+they have been up these two days.
+
+ +HOLLAND +
+They have the more need to sleep now, then.
+
+ +BEVIS +
+I tell thee, Jack Cade the clothier means to dress
+the commonwealth, and turn it, and set a new nap upon it.
+
+ +HOLLAND +
+So he had need, for 'tis threadbare. Well, I say it
+was never merry world in England since gentlemen came up.
+
+ +BEVIS +
+O miserable age! virtue is not regarded in handicrafts-men.
+
+ +HOLLAND +
+The nobility think scorn to go in leather aprons.
+
+ +BEVIS +
+Nay, more, the king's council are no good workmen.
+
+ +HOLLAND +
+True; and yet it is said, labour in thy vocation;
+which is as much to say as, let the magistrates be
+labouring men; and therefore should we be
+magistrates.
+
+ +BEVIS +
+Thou hast hit it; for there's no better sign of a
+brave mind than a hard hand.
+
+ +HOLLAND +
+I see them! I see them! there's Best's son, the
+tanner of Wingham,--
+
+ +BEVIS +
+He shall have the skin of our enemies, to make
+dog's-leather of.
+
+ +HOLLAND +
+And Dick the Butcher,--
+
+ +BEVIS +
+Then is sin struck down like an ox, and iniquity's
+throat cut like a calf.
+
+ +HOLLAND +
+And Smith the weaver,--
+
+ +BEVIS +
+Argo, their thread of life is spun.
+
+ +HOLLAND +
+Come, come, let's fall in with them.
+

Drum. Enter CADE, DICK the Butcher, SMITH the Weaver, and a Sawyer, with infinite numbers

+
+ +CADE +
+We John Cade, so termed of our supposed father,--
+
+ +DICK +
+[Aside] Or rather, of stealing a cade of herrings.
+
+ +CADE +
+For our enemies shall fall before us, inspired with
+the spirit of putting down kings and princes,
+--Command silence.
+
+ +DICK +
+Silence!
+
+ +CADE +
+My father was a Mortimer,--
+
+ +DICK +
+[Aside] He was an honest man, and a good
+bricklayer.
+
+ +CADE +
+My mother a Plantagenet,--
+
+ +DICK +
+[Aside] I knew her well; she was a midwife.
+
+ +CADE +
+My wife descended of the Lacies,--
+
+ +DICK +
+[Aside] She was, indeed, a pedler's daughter, and
+sold many laces.
+
+ +SMITH +
+[Aside] But now of late, notable to travel with her
+furred pack, she washes bucks here at home.
+
+ +CADE +
+Therefore am I of an honourable house.
+
+ +DICK +
+[Aside] Ay, by my faith, the field is honourable;
+and there was he borne, under a hedge, for his
+father had never a house but the cage.
+
+ +CADE +
+Valiant I am.
+
+ +SMITH +
+[Aside] A' must needs; for beggary is valiant.
+
+ +CADE +
+I am able to endure much.
+
+ +DICK +
+[Aside] No question of that; for I have seen him
+whipped three market-days together.
+
+ +CADE +
+I fear neither sword nor fire.
+
+ +SMITH +
+[Aside] He need not fear the sword; for his coat is of proof.
+
+ +DICK +
+[Aside] But methinks he should stand in fear of
+fire, being burnt i' the hand for stealing of sheep.
+
+ +CADE +
+Be brave, then; for your captain is brave, and vows
+reformation. There shall be in England seven
+halfpenny loaves sold for a penny: the three-hooped
+pot; shall have ten hoops and I will make it felony
+to drink small beer: all the realm shall be in
+common; and in Cheapside shall my palfrey go to
+grass: and when I am king, as king I will be,--
+
+ +ALL +
+God save your majesty!
+
+ +CADE +
+I thank you, good people: there shall be no money;
+all shall eat and drink on my score; and I will
+apparel them all in one livery, that they may agree
+like brothers and worship me their lord.
+
+ +DICK +
+The first thing we do, let's kill all the lawyers.
+
+ +CADE +
+Nay, that I mean to do. Is not this a lamentable
+thing, that of the skin of an innocent lamb should
+be made parchment? that parchment, being scribbled
+o'er, should undo a man? Some say the bee stings:
+but I say, 'tis the bee's wax; for I did but seal
+once to a thing, and I was never mine own man
+since. How now! who's there?
+

Enter some, bringing forward the Clerk of Chatham

+
+ +SMITH +
+The clerk of Chatham: he can write and read and
+cast accompt.
+
+ +CADE +
+O monstrous!
+
+ +SMITH +
+We took him setting of boys' copies.
+
+ +CADE +
+Here's a villain!
+
+ +SMITH +
+Has a book in his pocket with red letters in't.
+
+ +CADE +
+Nay, then, he is a conjurer.
+
+ +DICK +
+Nay, he can make obligations, and write court-hand.
+
+ +CADE +
+I am sorry for't: the man is a proper man, of mine
+honour; unless I find him guilty, he shall not die.
+Come hither, sirrah, I must examine thee: what is thy name?
+
+ +Clerk +
+Emmanuel.
+
+ +DICK +
+They use to write it on the top of letters: 'twill
+go hard with you.
+
+ +CADE +
+Let me alone. Dost thou use to write thy name? or
+hast thou a mark to thyself, like an honest
+plain-dealing man?
+
+ +CLERK +
+Sir, I thank God, I have been so well brought up
+that I can write my name.
+
+ +ALL +
+He hath confessed: away with him! he's a villain
+and a traitor.
+
+ +CADE +
+Away with him, I say! hang him with his pen and
+ink-horn about his neck.
+

Exit one with the Clerk

+

Enter MICHAEL

+
+ +MICHAEL +
+Where's our general?
+
+ +CADE +
+Here I am, thou particular fellow.
+
+ +MICHAEL +
+Fly, fly, fly! Sir Humphrey Stafford and his
+brother are hard by, with the king's forces.
+
+ +CADE +
+Stand, villain, stand, or I'll fell thee down. He
+shall be encountered with a man as good as himself:
+he is but a knight, is a'?
+
+ +MICHAEL +
+No.
+
+ +CADE +
+To equal him, I will make myself a knight presently.
+

Kneels

+Rise up Sir John Mortimer.
+

Rises

+Now have at him!
+

Enter SIR HUMPHREY and WILLIAM STAFFORD, with drum and soldiers

+
+ +SIR HUMPHREY +
+Rebellious hinds, the filth and scum of Kent,
+Mark'd for the gallows, lay your weapons down;
+Home to your cottages, forsake this groom:
+The king is merciful, if you revolt.
+
+ +WILLIAM STAFFORD +
+But angry, wrathful, and inclined to blood,
+If you go forward; therefore yield, or die.
+
+ +CADE +
+As for these silken-coated slaves, I pass not:
+It is to you, good people, that I speak,
+Over whom, in time to come, I hope to reign;
+For I am rightful heir unto the crown.
+
+ +SIR HUMPHREY +
+Villain, thy father was a plasterer;
+And thou thyself a shearman, art thou not?
+
+ +CADE +
+And Adam was a gardener.
+
+ +WILLIAM STAFFORD +
+And what of that?
+
+ +CADE +
+Marry, this: Edmund Mortimer, Earl of March.
+Married the Duke of Clarence' daughter, did he not?
+
+ +SIR HUMPHREY +
+Ay, sir.
+
+ +CADE +
+By her he had two children at one birth.
+
+ +WILLIAM STAFFORD +
+That's false.
+
+ +CADE +
+Ay, there's the question; but I say, 'tis true:
+The elder of them, being put to nurse,
+Was by a beggar-woman stolen away;
+And, ignorant of his birth and parentage,
+Became a bricklayer when he came to age:
+His son am I; deny it, if you can.
+
+ +DICK +
+Nay, 'tis too true; therefore he shall be king.
+
+ +SMITH +
+Sir, he made a chimney in my father's house, and
+the bricks are alive at this day to testify it;
+therefore deny it not.
+
+ +SIR HUMPHREY +
+And will you credit this base drudge's words,
+That speaks he knows not what?
+
+ +ALL +
+Ay, marry, will we; therefore get ye gone.
+
+ +WILLIAM STAFFORD +
+Jack Cade, the Duke of York hath taught you this.
+
+ +CADE +
+[Aside] He lies, for I invented it myself.
+Go to, sirrah, tell the king from me, that, for his
+father's sake, Henry the Fifth, in whose time boys
+went to span-counter for French crowns, I am content
+he shall reign; but I'll be protector over him.
+
+ +DICK +
+And furthermore, well have the Lord Say's head for
+selling the dukedom of Maine.
+
+ +CADE +
+And good reason; for thereby is England mained, and
+fain to go with a staff, but that my puissance holds
+it up. Fellow kings, I tell you that that Lord Say
+hath gelded the commonwealth, and made it an eunuch:
+and more than that, he can speak French; and
+therefore he is a traitor.
+
+ +SIR HUMPHREY +
+O gross and miserable ignorance!
+
+ +CADE +
+Nay, answer, if you can: the Frenchmen are our
+enemies; go to, then, I ask but this: can he that
+speaks with the tongue of an enemy be a good
+counsellor, or no?
+
+ +ALL +
+No, no; and therefore we'll have his head.
+
+ +WILLIAM STAFFORD +
+Well, seeing gentle words will not prevail,
+Assail them with the army of the king.
+
+ +SIR HUMPHREY +
+Herald, away; and throughout every town
+Proclaim them traitors that are up with Cade;
+That those which fly before the battle ends
+May, even in their wives' and children's sight,
+Be hang'd up for example at their doors:
+And you that be the king's friends, follow me.
+

Exeunt WILLIAM STAFFORD and SIR HUMPHREY, and soldiers

+
+ +CADE +
+And you that love the commons, follow me.
+Now show yourselves men; 'tis for liberty.
+We will not leave one lord, one gentleman:
+Spare none but such as go in clouted shoon;
+For they are thrifty honest men, and such
+As would, but that they dare not, take our parts.
+
+ +DICK +
+They are all in order and march toward us.
+
+ +CADE +
+But then are we in order when we are most
+out of order. Come, march forward.
+

Exeunt

+
+

SCENE III. Another part of Blackheath.

+

+Alarums to the fight, wherein SIR HUMPHREY and WILLIAM STAFFORD are slain. Enter CADE and the rest +
+ +CADE +
+Where's Dick, the butcher of Ashford?
+
+ +DICK +
+Here, sir.
+
+ +CADE +
+They fell before thee like sheep and oxen, and thou
+behavedst thyself as if thou hadst been in thine own
+slaughter-house: therefore thus will I reward thee,
+the Lent shall be as long again as it is; and thou
+shalt have a licence to kill for a hundred lacking
+one.
+
+ +DICK +
+I desire no more.
+
+ +CADE +
+And, to speak truth, thou deservest no less. This
+monument of the victory will I bear;
+

Putting on SIR HUMPHREY'S brigandine

+and the bodies shall be dragged at my horse' heels
+till I do come to London, where we will have the
+mayor's sword borne before us.
+
+ +DICK +
+If we mean to thrive and do good, break open the
+gaols and let out the prisoners.
+
+ +CADE +
+Fear not that, I warrant thee. Come, let's march
+towards London.
+

Exeunt

+
+

SCENE IV. London. The palace.

+

+Enter KING HENRY VI with a supplication, and the QUEEN with SUFFOLK'S head, BUCKINGHAM and Lord SAY +
+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+Oft have I heard that grief softens the mind,
+And makes it fearful and degenerate;
+Think therefore on revenge and cease to weep.
+But who can cease to weep and look on this?
+Here may his head lie on my throbbing breast:
+But where's the body that I should embrace?
+
+ +BUCKINGHAM +
+What answer makes your grace to the rebels'
+supplication?
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+I'll send some holy bishop to entreat;
+For God forbid so many simple souls
+Should perish by the sword! And I myself,
+Rather than bloody war shall cut them short,
+Will parley with Jack Cade their general:
+But stay, I'll read it over once again.
+
+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+Ah, barbarous villains! hath this lovely face
+Ruled, like a wandering planet, over me,
+And could it not enforce them to relent,
+That were unworthy to behold the same?
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+Lord Say, Jack Cade hath sworn to have thy head.
+
+ +SAY +
+Ay, but I hope your highness shall have his.
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+How now, madam!
+Still lamenting and mourning for Suffolk's death?
+I fear me, love, if that I had been dead,
+Thou wouldst not have mourn'd so much for me.
+
+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+No, my love, I should not mourn, but die for thee.
+

Enter a Messenger

+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+How now! what news? why comest thou in such haste?
+
+ +Messenger +
+The rebels are in Southwark; fly, my lord!
+Jack Cade proclaims himself Lord Mortimer,
+Descended from the Duke of Clarence' house,
+And calls your grace usurper openly
+And vows to crown himself in Westminster.
+His army is a ragged multitude
+Of hinds and peasants, rude and merciless:
+Sir Humphrey Stafford and h is brother's death
+Hath given them heart and courage to proceed:
+All scholars, lawyers, courtiers, gentlemen,
+They call false caterpillars, and intend their death.
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+O graceless men! they know not what they do.
+
+ +BUCKINGHAM +
+My gracious lord, return to Killingworth,
+Until a power be raised to put them down.
+
+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+Ah, were the Duke of Suffolk now alive,
+These Kentish rebels would be soon appeased!
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+Lord Say, the traitors hate thee;
+Therefore away with us to Killingworth.
+
+ +SAY +
+So might your grace's person be in danger.
+The sight of me is odious in their eyes;
+And therefore in this city will I stay
+And live alone as secret as I may.
+

Enter another Messenger

+
+ +Messenger +
+Jack Cade hath gotten London bridge:
+The citizens fly and forsake their houses:
+The rascal people, thirsting after prey,
+Join with the traitor, and they jointly swear
+To spoil the city and your royal court.
+
+ +BUCKINGHAM +
+Then linger not, my lord, away, take horse.
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+Come, Margaret; God, our hope, will succor us.
+
+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+My hope is gone, now Suffolk is deceased.
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+Farewell, my lord: trust not the Kentish rebels.
+
+ +BUCKINGHAM +
+Trust nobody, for fear you be betray'd.
+
+ +SAY +
+The trust I have is in mine innocence,
+And therefore am I bold and resolute.
+

Exeunt

+
+

SCENE V. London. The Tower.

+

+Enter SCALES upon the Tower, walking. Then enter two or three Citizens below +
+ +SCALES +
+How now! is Jack Cade slain?
+
+ +First Citizen +
+No, my lord, nor likely to be slain; for they have
+won the bridge, killing all those that withstand
+them: the lord mayor craves aid of your honour from
+the Tower, to defend the city from the rebels.
+
+ +SCALES +
+Such aid as I can spare you shall command;
+But I am troubled here with them myself;
+The rebels have assay'd to win the Tower.
+But get you to Smithfield, and gather head,
+And thither I will send you Matthew Goffe;
+Fight for your king, your country and your lives;
+And so, farewell, for I must hence again.
+

Exeunt

+
+

SCENE VI. London. Cannon Street.

+

+Enter CADE and the rest, and strikes his staff on London-stone +
+ +CADE +
+Now is Mortimer lord of this city. And here, sitting
+upon London-stone, I charge and command that, of the
+city's cost, the pissing-conduit run nothing but
+claret wine this first year of our reign. And now
+henceforward it shall be treason for any that calls
+me other than Lord Mortimer.
+

Enter a Soldier, running

+
+ +Soldier +
+Jack Cade! Jack Cade!
+
+ +CADE +
+Knock him down there.
+

They kill him

+
+ +SMITH +
+If this fellow be wise, he'll never call ye Jack
+Cade more: I think he hath a very fair warning.
+
+ +DICK +
+My lord, there's an army gathered together in
+Smithfield.
+
+ +CADE +
+Come, then, let's go fight with them; but first, go
+and set London bridge on fire; and, if you can, burn
+down the Tower too. Come, let's away.
+

Exeunt

+
+

SCENE VII. London. Smithfield.

+

+Alarums. MATTHEW GOFFE is slain, and all the rest. Then enter CADE, with his company. +
+ +CADE +
+So, sirs: now go some and pull down the Savoy;
+others to the inns of court; down with them all.
+
+ +DICK +
+I have a suit unto your lordship.
+
+ +CADE +
+Be it a lordship, thou shalt have it for that word.
+
+ +DICK +
+Only that the laws of England may come out of your mouth.
+
+ +HOLLAND +
+[Aside] Mass, 'twill be sore law, then; for he was
+thrust in the mouth with a spear, and 'tis not whole
+yet.
+
+ +SMITH +
+[Aside] Nay, John, it will be stinking law for his
+breath stinks with eating toasted cheese.
+
+ +CADE +
+I have thought upon it, it shall be so. Away, burn
+all the records of the realm: my mouth shall be
+the parliament of England.
+
+ +HOLLAND +
+[Aside] Then we are like to have biting statutes,
+unless his teeth be pulled out.
+
+ +CADE +
+And henceforward all things shall be in common.
+

Enter a Messenger

+
+ +Messenger +
+My lord, a prize, a prize! here's the Lord Say,
+which sold the towns in France; he that made us pay
+one and twenty fifteens, and one shilling to the
+pound, the last subsidy.
+

Enter BEVIS, with Lord SAY

+
+ +CADE +
+Well, he shall be beheaded for it ten times. Ah,
+thou say, thou serge, nay, thou buckram lord! now
+art thou within point-blank of our jurisdiction
+regal. What canst thou answer to my majesty for
+giving up of Normandy unto Mounsieur Basimecu, the
+dauphin of France? Be it known unto thee by these
+presence, even the presence of Lord Mortimer, that I
+am the besom that must sweep the court clean of such
+filth as thou art. Thou hast most traitorously
+corrupted the youth of the realm in erecting a
+grammar school; and whereas, before, our forefathers
+had no other books but the score and the tally, thou
+hast caused printing to be used, and, contrary to
+the king, his crown and dignity, thou hast built a
+paper-mill. It will be proved to thy face that thou
+hast men about thee that usually talk of a noun and
+a verb, and such abominable words as no Christian
+ear can endure to hear. Thou hast appointed
+justices of peace, to call poor men before them
+about matters they were not able to answer.
+Moreover, thou hast put them in prison; and because
+they could not read, thou hast hanged them; when,
+indeed, only for that cause they have been most
+worthy to live. Thou dost ride in a foot-cloth, dost thou not?
+
+ +SAY +
+What of that?
+
+ +CADE +
+Marry, thou oughtest not to let thy horse wear a
+cloak, when honester men than thou go in their hose
+and doublets.
+
+ +DICK +
+And work in their shirt too; as myself, for example,
+that am a butcher.
+
+ +SAY +
+You men of Kent,--
+
+ +DICK +
+What say you of Kent?
+
+ +SAY +
+Nothing but this; 'tis 'bona terra, mala gens.'
+
+ +CADE +
+Away with him, away with him! he speaks Latin.
+
+ +SAY +
+Hear me but speak, and bear me where you will.
+Kent, in the Commentaries Caesar writ,
+Is term'd the civil'st place of this isle:
+Sweet is the country, because full of riches;
+The people liberal, valiant, active, wealthy;
+Which makes me hope you are not void of pity.
+I sold not Maine, I lost not Normandy,
+Yet, to recover them, would lose my life.
+Justice with favour have I always done;
+Prayers and tears have moved me, gifts could never.
+When have I aught exacted at your hands,
+But to maintain the king, the realm and you?
+Large gifts have I bestow'd on learned clerks,
+Because my book preferr'd me to the king,
+And seeing ignorance is the curse of God,
+Knowledge the wing wherewith we fly to heaven,
+Unless you be possess'd with devilish spirits,
+You cannot but forbear to murder me:
+This tongue hath parley'd unto foreign kings
+For your behoof,--
+
+ +CADE +
+Tut, when struck'st thou one blow in the field?
+
+ +SAY +
+Great men have reaching hands: oft have I struck
+Those that I never saw and struck them dead.
+
+ +BEVIS +
+O monstrous coward! what, to come behind folks?
+
+ +SAY +
+These cheeks are pale for watching for your good.
+
+ +CADE +
+Give him a box o' the ear and that will make 'em red again.
+
+ +SAY +
+Long sitting to determine poor men's causes
+Hath made me full of sickness and diseases.
+
+ +CADE +
+Ye shall have a hempen caudle, then, and the help of hatchet.
+
+ +DICK +
+Why dost thou quiver, man?
+
+ +SAY +
+The palsy, and not fear, provokes me.
+
+ +CADE +
+Nay, he nods at us, as who should say, I'll be even
+with you: I'll see if his head will stand steadier
+on a pole, or no. Take him away, and behead him.
+
+ +SAY +
+Tell me wherein have I offended most?
+Have I affected wealth or honour? speak.
+Are my chests fill'd up with extorted gold?
+Is my apparel sumptuous to behold?
+Whom have I injured, that ye seek my death?
+These hands are free from guiltless bloodshedding,
+This breast from harbouring foul deceitful thoughts.
+O, let me live!
+
+ +CADE +
+[Aside] I feel remorse in myself with his words;
+but I'll bridle it: he shall die, an it be but for
+pleading so well for his life. Away with him! he
+has a familiar under his tongue; he speaks not o'
+God's name. Go, take him away, I say, and strike
+off his head presently; and then break into his
+son-in-law's house, Sir James Cromer, and strike off
+his head, and bring them both upon two poles hither.
+
+ +ALL +
+It shall be done.
+
+ +SAY +
+Ah, countrymen! if when you make your prayers,
+God should be so obdurate as yourselves,
+How would it fare with your departed souls?
+And therefore yet relent, and save my life.
+
+ +CADE +
+Away with him! and do as I command ye.
+

Exeunt some with Lord SAY

+The proudest peer in the realm shall not wear a head
+on his shoulders, unless he pay me tribute; there
+shall not a maid be married, but she shall pay to me
+her maidenhead ere they have it: men shall hold of
+me in capite; and we charge and command that their
+wives be as free as heart can wish or tongue can tell.
+
+ +DICK +
+My lord, when shall we go to Cheapside and take up
+commodities upon our bills?
+
+ +CADE +
+Marry, presently.
+
+ +ALL +
+O, brave!
+

Re-enter one with the heads

+
+ +CADE +
+But is not this braver? Let them kiss one another,
+for they loved well when they were alive. Now part
+them again, lest they consult about the giving up of
+some more towns in France. Soldiers, defer the
+spoil of the city until night: for with these borne
+before us, instead of maces, will we ride through
+the streets, and at every corner have them kiss. Away!
+

Exeunt

+
+

SCENE VIII. Southwark.

+

+Alarum and retreat. Enter CADE and all his rabblement +
+ +CADE +
+Up Fish Street! down Saint Magnus' Corner! Kill
+and knock down! throw them into Thames!
+

Sound a parley

+What noise is this I hear? Dare any be so bold to
+sound retreat or parley, when I command them kill?
+

Enter BUCKINGHAM and CLIFFORD, attended

+
+ +BUCKINGHAM +
+Ay, here they be that dare and will disturb thee:
+Know, Cade, we come ambassadors from the king
+Unto the commons whom thou hast misled;
+And here pronounce free pardon to them all
+That will forsake thee and go home in peace.
+
+ +CLIFFORD +
+What say ye, countrymen? will ye relent,
+And yield to mercy whilst 'tis offer'd you;
+Or let a rebel lead you to your deaths?
+Who loves the king and will embrace his pardon,
+Fling up his cap, and say 'God save his majesty!'
+Who hateth him and honours not his father,
+Henry the Fifth, that made all France to quake,
+Shake he his weapon at us and pass by.
+
+ +ALL +
+God save the king! God save the king!
+
+ +CADE +
+What, Buckingham and Clifford, are ye so brave? And
+you, base peasants, do ye believe him? will you
+needs be hanged with your pardons about your necks?
+Hath my sword therefore broke through London gates,
+that you should leave me at the White Hart in
+Southwark? I thought ye would never have given out
+these arms till you had recovered your ancient
+freedom: but you are all recreants and dastards,
+and delight to live in slavery to the nobility. Let
+them break your backs with burthens, take your
+houses over your heads, ravish your wives and
+daughters before your faces: for me, I will make
+shift for one; and so, God's curse light upon you
+all!
+
+ +ALL +
+We'll follow Cade, we'll follow Cade!
+
+ +CLIFFORD +
+Is Cade the son of Henry the Fifth,
+That thus you do exclaim you'll go with him?
+Will he conduct you through the heart of France,
+And make the meanest of you earls and dukes?
+Alas, he hath no home, no place to fly to;
+Nor knows he how to live but by the spoil,
+Unless by robbing of your friends and us.
+Were't not a shame, that whilst you live at jar,
+The fearful French, whom you late vanquished,
+Should make a start o'er seas and vanquish you?
+Methinks already in this civil broil
+I see them lording it in London streets,
+Crying 'Villiago!' unto all they meet.
+Better ten thousand base-born Cades miscarry
+Than you should stoop unto a Frenchman's mercy.
+To France, to France, and get what you have lost;
+Spare England, for it is your native coast;
+Henry hath money, you are strong and manly;
+God on our side, doubt not of victory.
+
+ +ALL +
+A Clifford! a Clifford! we'll follow the king and Clifford.
+
+ +CADE +
+Was ever feather so lightly blown to and fro as this
+multitude? The name of Henry the Fifth hales them
+to an hundred mischiefs, and makes them leave me
+desolate. I see them lay their heads together to
+surprise me. My sword make way for me, for here is
+no staying. In despite of the devils and hell, have
+through the very middest of you? and heavens and
+honour be witness, that no want of resolution in me.
+but only my followers' base and ignominious
+treasons, makes me betake me to my heels.
+

Exit

+
+ +BUCKINGHAM +
+What, is he fled? Go some, and follow him;
+And he that brings his head unto the king
+Shall have a thousand crowns for his reward.
+

Exeunt some of them

+Follow me, soldiers: we'll devise a mean
+To reconcile you all unto the king.
+

Exeunt

+
+

SCENE IX. Kenilworth Castle.

+

+Sound Trumpets. Enter KING HENRY VI, QUEEN MARGARET, and SOMERSET, on the terrace +
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+Was ever king that joy'd an earthly throne,
+And could command no more content than I?
+No sooner was I crept out of my cradle
+But I was made a king, at nine months old.
+Was never subject long'd to be a king
+As I do long and wish to be a subject.
+

Enter BUCKINGHAM and CLIFFORD

+
+ +BUCKINGHAM +
+Health and glad tidings to your majesty!
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+Why, Buckingham, is the traitor Cade surprised?
+Or is he but retired to make him strong?
+

Enter below, multitudes, with halters about their necks

+
+ +CLIFFORD +
+He is fled, my lord, and all his powers do yield;
+And humbly thus, with halters on their necks,
+Expect your highness' doom of life or death.
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+Then, heaven, set ope thy everlasting gates,
+To entertain my vows of thanks and praise!
+Soldiers, this day have you redeemed your lives,
+And show'd how well you love your prince and country:
+Continue still in this so good a mind,
+And Henry, though he be infortunate,
+Assure yourselves, will never be unkind:
+And so, with thanks and pardon to you all,
+I do dismiss you to your several countries.
+
+ +ALL +
+God save the king! God save the king!
+

Enter a Messenger

+
+ +Messenger +
+Please it your grace to be advertised
+The Duke of York is newly come from Ireland,
+And with a puissant and a mighty power
+Of gallowglasses and stout kerns
+Is marching hitherward in proud array,
+And still proclaimeth, as he comes along,
+His arms are only to remove from thee
+The Duke of Somerset, whom he terms traitor.
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+Thus stands my state, 'twixt Cade and York distress'd.
+Like to a ship that, having 'scaped a tempest,
+Is straightway calm'd and boarded with a pirate:
+But now is Cade driven back, his men dispersed;
+And now is York in arms to second him.
+I pray thee, Buckingham, go and meet him,
+And ask him what's the reason of these arms.
+Tell him I'll send Duke Edmund to the Tower;
+And, Somerset, we'll commit thee thither,
+Until his army be dismiss'd from him.
+
+ +SOMERSET +
+My lord,
+I'll yield myself to prison willingly,
+Or unto death, to do my country good.
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+In any case, be not too rough in terms;
+For he is fierce and cannot brook hard language.
+
+ +BUCKINGHAM +
+I will, my lord; and doubt not so to deal
+As all things shall redound unto your good.
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+Come, wife, let's in, and learn to govern better;
+For yet may England curse my wretched reign.
+

Flourish. Exeunt

+
+

SCENE X. Kent. IDEN's garden.

+

+Enter CADE +
+ +CADE +
+Fie on ambition! fie on myself, that have a sword,
+and yet am ready to famish! These five days have I
+hid me in these woods and durst not peep out, for
+all the country is laid for me; but now am I so
+hungry that if I might have a lease of my life for a
+thousand years I could stay no longer. Wherefore,
+on a brick wall have I climbed into this garden, to
+see if I can eat grass, or pick a sallet another
+while, which is not amiss to cool a man's stomach
+this hot weather. And I think this word 'sallet'
+was born to do me good: for many a time, but for a
+sallet, my brainpan had been cleft with a brown
+bill; and many a time, when I have been dry and
+bravely marching, it hath served me instead of a
+quart pot to drink in; and now the word 'sallet'
+must serve me to feed on.
+

Enter IDEN

+
+ +IDEN +
+Lord, who would live turmoiled in the court,
+And may enjoy such quiet walks as these?
+This small inheritance my father left me
+Contenteth me, and worth a monarchy.
+I seek not to wax great by others' waning,
+Or gather wealth, I care not, with what envy:
+Sufficeth that I have maintains my state
+And sends the poor well pleased from my gate.
+
+ +CADE +
+Here's the lord of the soil come to seize me for a
+stray, for entering his fee-simple without leave.
+Ah, villain, thou wilt betray me, and get a thousand
+crowns of the king carrying my head to him: but
+I'll make thee eat iron like an ostrich, and swallow
+my sword like a great pin, ere thou and I part.
+
+ +IDEN +
+Why, rude companion, whatsoe'er thou be,
+I know thee not; why, then, should I betray thee?
+Is't not enough to break into my garden,
+And, like a thief, to come to rob my grounds,
+Climbing my walls in spite of me the owner,
+But thou wilt brave me with these saucy terms?
+
+ +CADE +
+Brave thee! ay, by the best blood that ever was
+broached, and beard thee too. Look on me well: I
+have eat no meat these five days; yet, come thou and
+thy five men, and if I do not leave you all as dead
+as a doornail, I pray God I may never eat grass more.
+
+ +IDEN +
+Nay, it shall ne'er be said, while England stands,
+That Alexander Iden, an esquire of Kent,
+Took odds to combat a poor famish'd man.
+Oppose thy steadfast-gazing eyes to mine,
+See if thou canst outface me with thy looks:
+Set limb to limb, and thou art far the lesser;
+Thy hand is but a finger to my fist,
+Thy leg a stick compared with this truncheon;
+My foot shall fight with all the strength thou hast;
+And if mine arm be heaved in the air,
+Thy grave is digg'd already in the earth.
+As for words, whose greatness answers words,
+Let this my sword report what speech forbears.
+
+ +CADE +
+By my valour, the most complete champion that ever I
+heard! Steel, if thou turn the edge, or cut not out
+the burly-boned clown in chines of beef ere thou
+sleep in thy sheath, I beseech God on my knees thou
+mayst be turned to hobnails.
+

Here they fight. CADE falls

+O, I am slain! famine and no other hath slain me:
+let ten thousand devils come against me, and give me
+but the ten meals I have lost, and I'll defy them
+all. Wither, garden; and be henceforth a
+burying-place to all that do dwell in this house,
+because the unconquered soul of Cade is fled.
+
+ +IDEN +
+Is't Cade that I have slain, that monstrous traitor?
+Sword, I will hollow thee for this thy deed,
+And hang thee o'er my tomb when I am dead:
+Ne'er shall this blood be wiped from thy point;
+But thou shalt wear it as a herald's coat,
+To emblaze the honour that thy master got.
+
+ +CADE +
+Iden, farewell, and be proud of thy victory. Tell
+Kent from me, she hath lost her best man, and exhort
+all the world to be cowards; for I, that never
+feared any, am vanquished by famine, not by valour.
+

Dies

+
+ +IDEN +
+How much thou wrong'st me, heaven be my judge.
+Die, damned wretch, the curse of her that bare thee;
+And as I thrust thy body in with my sword,
+So wish I, I might thrust thy soul to hell.
+Hence will I drag thee headlong by the heels
+Unto a dunghill which shall be thy grave,
+And there cut off thy most ungracious head;
+Which I will bear in triumph to the king,
+Leaving thy trunk for crows to feed upon.
+

Exit

+

+

ACT V

+

SCENE I. Fields between Dartford and Blackheath.

+

+Enter YORK, and his army of Irish, with drum and colours +
+ +YORK +
+From Ireland thus comes York to claim his right,
+And pluck the crown from feeble Henry's head:
+Ring, bells, aloud; burn, bonfires, clear and bright,
+To entertain great England's lawful king.
+Ah! sancta majestas, who would not buy thee dear?
+Let them obey that know not how to rule;
+This hand was made to handle naught but gold.
+I cannot give due action to my words,
+Except a sword or sceptre balance it:
+A sceptre shall it have, have I a soul,
+On which I'll toss the flower-de-luce of France.
+

Enter BUCKINGHAM

+Whom have we here? Buckingham, to disturb me?
+The king hath sent him, sure: I must dissemble.
+
+ +BUCKINGHAM +
+York, if thou meanest well, I greet thee well.
+
+ +YORK +
+Humphrey of Buckingham, I accept thy greeting.
+Art thou a messenger, or come of pleasure?
+
+ +BUCKINGHAM +
+A messenger from Henry, our dread liege,
+To know the reason of these arms in peace;
+Or why thou, being a subject as I am,
+Against thy oath and true allegiance sworn,
+Should raise so great a power without his leave,
+Or dare to bring thy force so near the court.
+
+ +YORK +
+[Aside] Scarce can I speak, my choler is so great:
+O, I could hew up rocks and fight with flint,
+I am so angry at these abject terms;
+And now, like Ajax Telamonius,
+On sheep or oxen could I spend my fury.
+I am far better born than is the king,
+More like a king, more kingly in my thoughts:
+But I must make fair weather yet a while,
+Till Henry be more weak and I more strong,--
+Buckingham, I prithee, pardon me,
+That I have given no answer all this while;
+My mind was troubled with deep melancholy.
+The cause why I have brought this army hither
+Is to remove proud Somerset from the king,
+Seditious to his grace and to the state.
+
+ +BUCKINGHAM +
+That is too much presumption on thy part:
+But if thy arms be to no other end,
+The king hath yielded unto thy demand:
+The Duke of Somerset is in the Tower.
+
+ +YORK +
+Upon thine honour, is he prisoner?
+
+ +BUCKINGHAM +
+Upon mine honour, he is prisoner.
+
+ +YORK +
+Then, Buckingham, I do dismiss my powers.
+Soldiers, I thank you all; disperse yourselves;
+Meet me to-morrow in St. George's field,
+You shall have pay and every thing you wish.
+And let my sovereign, virtuous Henry,
+Command my eldest son, nay, all my sons,
+As pledges of my fealty and love;
+I'll send them all as willing as I live:
+Lands, goods, horse, armour, any thing I have,
+Is his to use, so Somerset may die.
+
+ +BUCKINGHAM +
+York, I commend this kind submission:
+We twain will go into his highness' tent.
+

Enter KING HENRY VI and Attendants

+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+Buckingham, doth York intend no harm to us,
+That thus he marcheth with thee arm in arm?
+
+ +YORK +
+In all submission and humility
+York doth present himself unto your highness.
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+Then what intends these forces thou dost bring?
+
+ +YORK +
+To heave the traitor Somerset from hence,
+And fight against that monstrous rebel Cade,
+Who since I heard to be discomfited.
+

Enter IDEN, with CADE'S head

+
+ +IDEN +
+If one so rude and of so mean condition
+May pass into the presence of a king,
+Lo, I present your grace a traitor's head,
+The head of Cade, whom I in combat slew.
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+The head of Cade! Great God, how just art Thou!
+O, let me view his visage, being dead,
+That living wrought me such exceeding trouble.
+Tell me, my friend, art thou the man that slew him?
+
+ +IDEN +
+I was, an't like your majesty.
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+How art thou call'd? and what is thy degree?
+
+ +IDEN +
+Alexander Iden, that's my name;
+A poor esquire of Kent, that loves his king.
+
+ +BUCKINGHAM +
+So please it you, my lord, 'twere not amiss
+He were created knight for his good service.
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+Iden, kneel down.
+

He kneels

+Rise up a knight.
+We give thee for reward a thousand marks,
+And will that thou henceforth attend on us.
+
+ +IDEN +
+May Iden live to merit such a bounty.
+And never live but true unto his liege!
+

Rises

+

Enter QUEEN MARGARET and SOMERSET

+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+See, Buckingham, Somerset comes with the queen:
+Go, bid her hide him quickly from the duke.
+
+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+For thousand Yorks he shall not hide his head,
+But boldly stand and front him to his face.
+
+ +YORK +
+How now! is Somerset at liberty?
+Then, York, unloose thy long-imprison'd thoughts,
+And let thy tongue be equal with thy heart.
+Shall I endure the sight of Somerset?
+False king! why hast thou broken faith with me,
+Knowing how hardly I can brook abuse?
+King did I call thee? no, thou art not king,
+Not fit to govern and rule multitudes,
+Which darest not, no, nor canst not rule a traitor.
+That head of thine doth not become a crown;
+Thy hand is made to grasp a palmer's staff,
+And not to grace an awful princely sceptre.
+That gold must round engirt these brows of mine,
+Whose smile and frown, like to Achilles' spear,
+Is able with the change to kill and cure.
+Here is a hand to hold a sceptre up
+And with the same to act controlling laws.
+Give place: by heaven, thou shalt rule no more
+O'er him whom heaven created for thy ruler.
+
+ +SOMERSET +
+O monstrous traitor! I arrest thee, York,
+Of capital treason 'gainst the king and crown;
+Obey, audacious traitor; kneel for grace.
+
+ +YORK +
+Wouldst have me kneel? first let me ask of these,
+If they can brook I bow a knee to man.
+Sirrah, call in my sons to be my bail;
+

Exit Attendant

+I know, ere they will have me go to ward,
+They'll pawn their swords for my enfranchisement.
+
+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+Call hither Clifford! bid him come amain,
+To say if that the bastard boys of York
+Shall be the surety for their traitor father.
+

Exit BUCKINGHAM

+
+ +YORK +
+O blood-besotted Neapolitan,
+Outcast of Naples, England's bloody scourge!
+The sons of York, thy betters in their birth,
+Shall be their father's bail; and bane to those
+That for my surety will refuse the boys!
+

Enter EDWARD and RICHARD

+See where they come: I'll warrant they'll
+make it good.
+

Enter CLIFFORD and YOUNG CLIFFORD

+
+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+And here comes Clifford to deny their bail.
+
+ +CLIFFORD +
+Health and all happiness to my lord the king!
+

Kneels

+
+ +YORK +
+I thank thee, Clifford: say, what news with thee?
+Nay, do not fright us with an angry look;
+We are thy sovereign, Clifford, kneel again;
+For thy mistaking so, we pardon thee.
+
+ +CLIFFORD +
+This is my king, York, I do not mistake;
+But thou mistakest me much to think I do:
+To Bedlam with him! is the man grown mad?
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+Ay, Clifford; a bedlam and ambitious humour
+Makes him oppose himself against his king.
+
+ +CLIFFORD +
+He is a traitor; let him to the Tower,
+And chop away that factious pate of his.
+
+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+He is arrested, but will not obey;
+His sons, he says, shall give their words for him.
+
+ +YORK +
+Will you not, sons?
+
+ +EDWARD +
+Ay, noble father, if our words will serve.
+
+ +RICHARD +
+And if words will not, then our weapons shall.
+
+ +CLIFFORD +
+Why, what a brood of traitors have we here!
+
+ +YORK +
+Look in a glass, and call thy image so:
+I am thy king, and thou a false-heart traitor.
+Call hither to the stake my two brave bears,
+That with the very shaking of their chains
+They may astonish these fell-lurking curs:
+Bid Salisbury and Warwick come to me.
+

Enter the WARWICK and SALISBURY

+
+ +CLIFFORD +
+Are these thy bears? we'll bait thy bears to death.
+And manacle the bear-ward in their chains,
+If thou darest bring them to the baiting place.
+
+ +RICHARD +
+Oft have I seen a hot o'erweening cur
+Run back and bite, because he was withheld;
+Who, being suffer'd with the bear's fell paw,
+Hath clapp'd his tail between his legs and cried:
+And such a piece of service will you do,
+If you oppose yourselves to match Lord Warwick.
+
+ +CLIFFORD +
+Hence, heap of wrath, foul indigested lump,
+As crooked in thy manners as thy shape!
+
+ +YORK +
+Nay, we shall heat you thoroughly anon.
+
+ +CLIFFORD +
+Take heed, lest by your heat you burn yourselves.
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+Why, Warwick, hath thy knee forgot to bow?
+Old Salisbury, shame to thy silver hair,
+Thou mad misleader of thy brain-sick son!
+What, wilt thou on thy death-bed play the ruffian,
+And seek for sorrow with thy spectacles?
+O, where is faith? O, where is loyalty?
+If it be banish'd from the frosty head,
+Where shall it find a harbour in the earth?
+Wilt thou go dig a grave to find out war,
+And shame thine honourable age with blood?
+Why art thou old, and want'st experience?
+Or wherefore dost abuse it, if thou hast it?
+For shame! in duty bend thy knee to me
+That bows unto the grave with mickle age.
+
+ +SALISBURY +
+My lord, I have consider'd with myself
+The title of this most renowned duke;
+And in my conscience do repute his grace
+The rightful heir to England's royal seat.
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+Hast thou not sworn allegiance unto me?
+
+ +SALISBURY +
+I have.
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+Canst thou dispense with heaven for such an oath?
+
+ +SALISBURY +
+It is great sin to swear unto a sin,
+But greater sin to keep a sinful oath.
+Who can be bound by any solemn vow
+To do a murderous deed, to rob a man,
+To force a spotless virgin's chastity,
+To reave the orphan of his patrimony,
+To wring the widow from her custom'd right,
+And have no other reason for this wrong
+But that he was bound by a solemn oath?
+
+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+A subtle traitor needs no sophister.
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+Call Buckingham, and bid him arm himself.
+
+ +YORK +
+Call Buckingham, and all the friends thou hast,
+I am resolved for death or dignity.
+
+ +CLIFFORD +
+The first I warrant thee, if dreams prove true.
+
+ +WARWICK +
+You were best to go to bed and dream again,
+To keep thee from the tempest of the field.
+
+ +CLIFFORD +
+I am resolved to bear a greater storm
+Than any thou canst conjure up to-day;
+And that I'll write upon thy burgonet,
+Might I but know thee by thy household badge.
+
+ +WARWICK +
+Now, by my father's badge, old Nevil's crest,
+The rampant bear chain'd to the ragged staff,
+This day I'll wear aloft my burgonet,
+As on a mountain top the cedar shows
+That keeps his leaves in spite of any storm,
+Even to affright thee with the view thereof.
+
+ +CLIFFORD +
+And from thy burgonet I'll rend thy bear
+And tread it under foot with all contempt,
+Despite the bear-ward that protects the bear.
+
+ +YOUNG CLIFFORD +
+And so to arms, victorious father,
+To quell the rebels and their complices.
+
+ +RICHARD +
+Fie! charity, for shame! speak not in spite,
+For you shall sup with Jesu Christ to-night.
+
+ +YOUNG CLIFFORD +
+Foul stigmatic, that's more than thou canst tell.
+
+ +RICHARD +
+If not in heaven, you'll surely sup in hell.
+

Exeunt severally

+
+

SCENE II. Saint Alban's.

+

+Alarums to the battle. Enter WARWICK +
+ +WARWICK +
+Clifford of Cumberland, 'tis Warwick calls:
+And if thou dost not hide thee from the bear,
+Now, when the angry trumpet sounds alarum
+And dead men's cries do fill the empty air,
+Clifford, I say, come forth and fight with me:
+Proud northern lord, Clifford of Cumberland,
+Warwick is hoarse with calling thee to arms.
+

Enter YORK

+How now, my noble lord? what, all afoot?
+
+ +YORK +
+The deadly-handed Clifford slew my steed,
+But match to match I have encounter'd him
+And made a prey for carrion kites and crows
+Even of the bonny beast he loved so well.
+

Enter CLIFFORD

+
+ +WARWICK +
+Of one or both of us the time is come.
+
+ +YORK +
+Hold, Warwick, seek thee out some other chase,
+For I myself must hunt this deer to death.
+
+ +WARWICK +
+Then, nobly, York; 'tis for a crown thou fight'st.
+As I intend, Clifford, to thrive to-day,
+It grieves my soul to leave thee unassail'd.
+

Exit

+
+ +CLIFFORD +
+What seest thou in me, York? why dost thou pause?
+
+ +YORK +
+With thy brave bearing should I be in love,
+But that thou art so fast mine enemy.
+
+ +CLIFFORD +
+Nor should thy prowess want praise and esteem,
+But that 'tis shown ignobly and in treason.
+
+ +YORK +
+So let it help me now against thy sword
+As I in justice and true right express it.
+
+ +CLIFFORD +
+My soul and body on the action both!
+
+ +YORK +
+A dreadful lay! Address thee instantly.
+

They fight, and CLIFFORD falls

+
+ +CLIFFORD +
+La fin couronne les oeuvres.
+

Dies

+
+ +YORK +
+Thus war hath given thee peace, for thou art still.
+Peace with his soul, heaven, if it be thy will!
+

Exit

+

Enter YOUNG CLIFFORD

+
+ +YOUNG CLIFFORD +
+Shame and confusion! all is on the rout;
+Fear frames disorder, and disorder wounds
+Where it should guard. O war, thou son of hell,
+Whom angry heavens do make their minister
+Throw in the frozen bosoms of our part
+Hot coals of vengeance! Let no soldier fly.
+He that is truly dedicate to war
+Hath no self-love, nor he that loves himself
+Hath not essentially but by circumstance
+The name of valour.
+

Seeing his dead father

+O, let the vile world end,
+And the premised flames of the last day
+Knit earth and heaven together!
+Now let the general trumpet blow his blast,
+Particularities and petty sounds
+To cease! Wast thou ordain'd, dear father,
+To lose thy youth in peace, and to achieve
+The silver livery of advised age,
+And, in thy reverence and thy chair-days, thus
+To die in ruffian battle? Even at this sight
+My heart is turn'd to stone: and while 'tis mine,
+It shall be stony. York not our old men spares;
+No more will I their babes: tears virginal
+Shall be to me even as the dew to fire,
+And beauty that the tyrant oft reclaims
+Shall to my flaming wrath be oil and flax.
+Henceforth I will not have to do with pity:
+Meet I an infant of the house of York,
+Into as many gobbets will I cut it
+As wild Medea young Absyrtus did:
+In cruelty will I seek out my fame.
+Come, thou new ruin of old Clifford's house:
+As did AEneas old Anchises bear,
+So bear I thee upon my manly shoulders;
+But then AEneas bare a living load,
+Nothing so heavy as these woes of mine.
+

Exit, bearing off his father

+

Enter RICHARD and SOMERSET to fight. SOMERSET is killed

+
+ +RICHARD +
+So, lie thou there;
+For underneath an alehouse' paltry sign,
+The Castle in Saint Alban's, Somerset
+Hath made the wizard famous in his death.
+Sword, hold thy temper; heart, be wrathful still:
+Priests pray for enemies, but princes kill.
+

Exit

+

Fight: excursions. Enter KING HENRY VI, QUEEN MARGARET, and others

+
+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+Away, my lord! you are slow; for shame, away!
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+Can we outrun the heavens? good Margaret, stay.
+
+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+What are you made of? you'll nor fight nor fly:
+Now is it manhood, wisdom and defence,
+To give the enemy way, and to secure us
+By what we can, which can no more but fly.
+

Alarum afar off

+If you be ta'en, we then should see the bottom
+Of all our fortunes: but if we haply scape,
+As well we may, if not through your neglect,
+We shall to London get, where you are loved
+And where this breach now in our fortunes made
+May readily be stopp'd.
+

Re-enter YOUNG CLIFFORD

+
+ +YOUNG CLIFFORD +
+But that my heart's on future mischief set,
+I would speak blasphemy ere bid you fly:
+But fly you must; uncurable discomfit
+Reigns in the hearts of all our present parts.
+Away, for your relief! and we will live
+To see their day and them our fortune give:
+Away, my lord, away!
+

Exeunt

+
+

SCENE III. Fields near St. Alban's.

+

+Alarum. Retreat. Enter YORK, RICHARD, WARWICK, and Soldiers, with drum and colours +
+ +YORK +
+Of Salisbury, who can report of him,
+That winter lion, who in rage forgets
+Aged contusions and all brush of time,
+And, like a gallant in the brow of youth,
+Repairs him with occasion? This happy day
+Is not itself, nor have we won one foot,
+If Salisbury be lost.
+
+ +RICHARD +
+My noble father,
+Three times to-day I holp him to his horse,
+Three times bestrid him; thrice I led him off,
+Persuaded him from any further act:
+But still, where danger was, still there I met him;
+And like rich hangings in a homely house,
+So was his will in his old feeble body.
+But, noble as he is, look where he comes.
+

Enter SALISBURY

+
+ +SALISBURY +
+Now, by my sword, well hast thou fought to-day;
+By the mass, so did we all. I thank you, Richard:
+God knows how long it is I have to live;
+And it hath pleased him that three times to-day
+You have defended me from imminent death.
+Well, lords, we have not got that which we have:
+'Tis not enough our foes are this time fled,
+Being opposites of such repairing nature.
+
+ +YORK +
+I know our safety is to follow them;
+For, as I hear, the king is fled to London,
+To call a present court of parliament.
+Let us pursue him ere the writs go forth.
+What says Lord Warwick? shall we after them?
+
+ +WARWICK +
+After them! nay, before them, if we can.
+Now, by my faith, lords, 'twas a glorious day:
+Saint Alban's battle won by famous York
+Shall be eternized in all age to come.
+Sound drums and trumpets, and to London all:
+And more such days as these to us befall!
+

Exeunt

+ + + + diff --git a/old_work/2kinghenryvi/index.html b/old_work/2kinghenryvi/index.html new file mode 100644 index 0000000..84da5b3 --- /dev/null +++ b/old_work/2kinghenryvi/index.html @@ -0,0 +1,54 @@ + + + + Henry VI, part 2: List of Scenes + + + + + + + +
The Second part of King Henry the Sixth +
+ Shakespeare homepage + | Henry VI, part 2 +
+ +

Entire play in one page

+ +

+Act 1, Scene 1: London. The palace.
+Act 1, Scene 2: GLOUCESTER'S house.
+Act 1, Scene 3: The palace.
+Act 1, Scene 4: GLOUCESTER's garden.
+

+Act 2, Scene 1: Saint Alban's.
+Act 2, Scene 2: London. YORK'S garden.
+Act 2, Scene 3: A hall of justice.
+Act 2, Scene 4: A street.
+

+Act 3, Scene 1: The Abbey at Bury St. Edmund's.
+Act 3, Scene 2: Bury St. Edmund's. A room of state.
+Act 3, Scene 3: A bedchamber.
+

+Act 4, Scene 1: The coast of Kent.
+Act 4, Scene 2: Blackheath.
+Act 4, Scene 3: Another part of Blackheath.
+Act 4, Scene 4: London. The palace.
+Act 4, Scene 5: London. The Tower.
+Act 4, Scene 6: London. Cannon Street.
+Act 4, Scene 7: London. Smithfield.
+Act 4, Scene 8: Southwark.
+Act 4, Scene 9: Kenilworth Castle.
+Act 4, Scene 10: Kent. IDEN's garden.
+

+Act 5, Scene 1: Fields between Dartford and Blackheath.
+Act 5, Scene 2: Saint Alban's.
+Act 5, Scene 3: Fields near St. Alban's.
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The Second part of King Henry the Sixth -
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- -

Entire play in one page

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-Act 1, Scene 1: London. The palace.
-Act 1, Scene 2: GLOUCESTER'S house.
-Act 1, Scene 3: The palace.
-Act 1, Scene 4: GLOUCESTER's garden.
-

-Act 2, Scene 1: Saint Alban's.
-Act 2, Scene 2: London. YORK'S garden.
-Act 2, Scene 3: A hall of justice.
-Act 2, Scene 4: A street.
-

-Act 3, Scene 1: The Abbey at Bury St. Edmund's.
-Act 3, Scene 2: Bury St. Edmund's. A room of state.
-Act 3, Scene 3: A bedchamber.
-

-Act 4, Scene 1: The coast of Kent.
-Act 4, Scene 2: Blackheath.
-Act 4, Scene 3: Another part of Blackheath.
-Act 4, Scene 4: London. The palace.
-Act 4, Scene 5: London. The Tower.
-Act 4, Scene 6: London. Cannon Street.
-Act 4, Scene 7: London. Smithfield.
-Act 4, Scene 8: Southwark.
-Act 4, Scene 9: Kenilworth Castle.
-Act 4, Scene 10: Kent. IDEN's garden.
-

-Act 5, Scene 1: Fields between Dartford and Blackheath.
-Act 5, Scene 2: Saint Alban's.
-Act 5, Scene 3: Fields near St. Alban's.
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The Second part of King Henry the Sixth +
+ Shakespeare homepage + | Henry VI, part 2 +
+ +

Entire play in one page

+ +

+Act 1, Scene 1: London. The palace.
+Act 1, Scene 2: GLOUCESTER'S house.
+Act 1, Scene 3: The palace.
+Act 1, Scene 4: GLOUCESTER's garden.
+

+Act 2, Scene 1: Saint Alban's.
+Act 2, Scene 2: London. YORK'S garden.
+Act 2, Scene 3: A hall of justice.
+Act 2, Scene 4: A street.
+

+Act 3, Scene 1: The Abbey at Bury St. Edmund's.
+Act 3, Scene 2: Bury St. Edmund's. A room of state.
+Act 3, Scene 3: A bedchamber.
+

+Act 4, Scene 1: The coast of Kent.
+Act 4, Scene 2: Blackheath.
+Act 4, Scene 3: Another part of Blackheath.
+Act 4, Scene 4: London. The palace.
+Act 4, Scene 5: London. The Tower.
+Act 4, Scene 6: London. Cannon Street.
+Act 4, Scene 7: London. Smithfield.
+Act 4, Scene 8: Southwark.
+Act 4, Scene 9: Kenilworth Castle.
+Act 4, Scene 10: Kent. IDEN's garden.
+

+Act 5, Scene 1: Fields between Dartford and Blackheath.
+Act 5, Scene 2: Saint Alban's.
+Act 5, Scene 3: Fields near St. Alban's.
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SCENE I. London. The palace.

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SCENE II. GLOUCESTER'S house.

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SCENE III. The palace.

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SCENE IV. GLOUCESTER's garden.

Exeunt

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SCENE I. Saint Alban's.

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SCENE II. London. YORK'S garden.

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SCENE III. A hall of justice.

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SCENE IV. A street.

Exeunt

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SCENE I. The Abbey at Bury St. Edmund's.

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SCENE II. Bury St. Edmund's. A room of state.

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SCENE III. A bedchamber.

Exeunt

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SCENE I. The coast of Kent.

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SCENE X. Kent. IDEN's garden.

Exit

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SCENE II. Blackheath.

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SCENE III. Another part of Blackheath.

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SCENE IV. London. The palace.

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SCENE V. London. The Tower.

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SCENE VI. London. Cannon Street.

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SCENE VII. London. Smithfield.

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SCENE VIII. Southwark.

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SCENE IX. Kenilworth Castle.

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SCENE I. Fields between Dartford and Blackheath.

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SCENE II. Saint Alban's.

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SCENE III. Fields near St. Alban's.

Sound drums and trumpets, and to London all:
And more such days as these to us befall!

Exeunt

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You can buy the Arden text of this play from the Amazon.com online bookstore: King Henry VI Part 2 (Arden Shakespeare: Third Series) (Pt. 2) From e43e2e6f54ce656955625103b9d4c59123bb890b Mon Sep 17 00:00:00 2001 From: Douglas Smith Date: Thu, 13 Feb 2020 13:52:51 -0800 Subject: [PATCH 079/108] fixing missing blockquotes. --- 2henryvi/2henryvi.1.4.html | 2 ++ 2henryvi/2henryvi.2.4.html | 2 ++ 2henryvi/2henryvi.3.3.html | 2 ++ 2henryvi/2henryvi.4.10.html | 2 ++ 2henryvi/2henryvi.5.3.html | 13 +++++++++++++ 5 files changed, 21 insertions(+) diff --git a/2henryvi/2henryvi.1.4.html b/2henryvi/2henryvi.1.4.html index fb31e12..c2ad1e6 100644 --- a/2henryvi/2henryvi.1.4.html +++ b/2henryvi/2henryvi.1.4.html @@ -209,6 +209,8 @@

SCENE IV. GLOUCESTER's garden.

Invite my Lords of Salisbury and Warwick
To sup with me to-morrow night. Away!

Exeunt

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SCENE IV. A street.

And show itself, attire me how I can.
Go, lead the way; I long to see my prison.

Exeunt

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SCENE III. A bedchamber.

Close up his eyes and draw the curtain close;
And let us all to meditation.

Exeunt

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SCENE X. Kent. IDEN's garden.

Which I will bear in triumph to the king,
Leaving thy trunk for crows to feed upon.

Exit

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SCENE III. Fields near St. Alban's.

Sound drums and trumpets, and to London all:
And more such days as these to us befall!

Exeunt

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The Third part of King Henry the Sixth -
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SCENE I. London. The Parliament-house.

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-Alarum. Enter YORK, EDWARD, RICHARD, NORFOLK, MONTAGUE, WARWICK, and Soldiers -
- -WARWICK -
-I wonder how the king escaped our hands.
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- -YORK -
-While we pursued the horsemen of the north,
-He slily stole away and left his men:
-Whereat the great Lord of Northumberland,
-Whose warlike ears could never brook retreat,
-Cheer'd 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.
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- -EDWARD -
-Lord Stafford's father, Duke of Buckingham,
-Is either slain or wounded dangerously;
-I cleft his beaver with a downright blow:
-That this is true, father, behold his blood.
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- -MONTAGUE -
-And, brother, here's the Earl of Wiltshire's blood,
-Whom I encounter'd as the battles join'd.
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- -RICHARD -
-Speak thou for me and tell them what I did.
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Throwing down SOMERSET's head

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- -YORK -
-Richard hath best deserved of all my sons.
-But is your grace dead, my Lord of Somerset?
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- -NORFOLK -
-Such hope have all the line of John of Gaunt!
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- -RICHARD -
-Thus do I hope to shake King Henry's head.
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- -WARWICK -
-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 heirs'
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- -YORK -
-Assist me, then, sweet Warwick, and I will;
-For hither we have broken in by force.
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- -NORFOLK -
-We'll all assist you; he that flies shall die.
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- -YORK -
-Thanks, gentle Norfolk: stay by me, my lords;
-And, soldiers, stay and lodge by me this night.
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They go up

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- -WARWICK -
-And when the king comes, offer no violence,
-Unless he seek to thrust you out perforce.
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- -YORK -
-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.
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- -RICHARD -
-Arm'd as we are, let's stay within this house.
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- -WARWICK -
-The bloody parliament shall this be call'd,
-Unless Plantagenet, Duke of York, be king,
-And bashful Henry deposed, whose cowardice
-Hath made us by-words to our enemies.
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- -YORK -
-Then leave me not, my lords; be resolute;
-I mean to take possession of my right.
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- -WARWICK -
-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.
-I'll plant Plantagenet, root him up who dares:
-Resolve thee, Richard; claim the English crown.
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Flourish. Enter KING HENRY VI, CLIFFORD, NORTHUMBERLAND, WESTMORELAND, EXETER, and the rest

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- -KING HENRY VI -
-My lords, look where the sturdy rebel sits,
-Even in the chair of state: belike he means,
-Back'd by the power of Warwick, that false peer,
-To aspire unto the crown and reign as king.
-Earl of Northumberland, he slew thy father.
-And thine, Lord Clifford; and you both have vow'd revenge
-On him, his sons, his favourites and his friends.
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- -NORTHUMBERLAND -
-If I be not, heavens be revenged on me!
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- -CLIFFORD -
-The hope thereof makes Clifford mourn in steel.
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- -WESTMORELAND -
-What, shall we suffer this? let's pluck him down:
-My heart for anger burns; I cannot brook it.
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- -KING HENRY VI -
-Be patient, gentle Earl of Westmoreland.
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- -CLIFFORD -
-Patience is for poltroons, 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.
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- -NORTHUMBERLAND -
-Well hast thou spoken, cousin: be it so.
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- -KING HENRY VI -
-Ah, know you not the city favours them,
-And they have troops of soldiers at their beck?
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- -EXETER -
-But when the duke is slain, they'll quickly fly.
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- -KING HENRY VI -
-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.
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- -YORK -
-I am thine.
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- -EXETER -
-For shame, come down: he made thee Duke of York.
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- -YORK -
-'Twas my inheritance, as the earldom was.
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- -EXETER -
-Thy father was a traitor to the crown.
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- -WARWICK -
-Exeter, thou art a traitor to the crown
-In following this usurping Henry.
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- -CLIFFORD -
-Whom should he follow but his natural king?
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- -WARWICK -
-True, Clifford; and that's Richard Duke of York.
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- -KING HENRY VI -
-And shall I stand, and thou sit in my throne?
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- -YORK -
-It must and shall be so: content thyself.
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- -WARWICK -
-Be Duke of Lancaster; let him be king.
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- -WESTMORELAND -
-He is both king and Duke of Lancaster;
-And that the Lord of Westmoreland shall maintain.
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- -WARWICK -
-And Warwick shall disprove it. You forget
-That we are those which chased you from the field
-And slew your fathers, and with colours spread
-March'd through the city to the palace gates.
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- -NORTHUMBERLAND -
-Yes, Warwick, I remember it to my grief;
-And, by his soul, thou and thy house shall rue it.
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- -WESTMORELAND -
-Plantagenet, of thee and these thy sons,
-Thy kinsman and thy friends, I'll have more lives
-Than drops of blood were in my father's veins.
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- -CLIFFORD -
-Urge it no more; lest that, instead of words,
-I send thee, Warwick, such a messenger
-As shall revenge his death before I stir.
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- -WARWICK -
-Poor Clifford! how I scorn his worthless threats!
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- -YORK -
-Will you we show our title to the crown?
-If not, our swords shall plead it in the field.
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- -KING HENRY VI -
-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 the Fifth,
-Who made the Dauphin and the French to stoop
-And seized upon their towns and provinces.
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- -WARWICK -
-Talk not of France, sith thou hast lost it all.
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- -KING HENRY VI -
-The lord protector lost it, and not I:
-When I was crown'd I was but nine months old.
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- -RICHARD -
-You are old enough now, and yet, methinks, you lose.
-Father, tear the crown from the usurper's head.
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- -EDWARD -
-Sweet father, do so; set it on your head.
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- -MONTAGUE -
-Good brother, as thou lovest and honourest arms,
-Let's fight it out and not stand cavilling thus.
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- -RICHARD -
-Sound drums and trumpets, and the king will fly.
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- -YORK -
-Sons, peace!
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- -KING HENRY VI -
-Peace, thou! and give King Henry leave to speak.
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- -WARWICK -
-Plantagenet shall speak first: hear him, lords;
-And be you silent and attentive too,
-For he that interrupts him shall not live.
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- -KING HENRY VI -
-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;
-Ay, and their colours, often borne 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.
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- -WARWICK -
-Prove it, Henry, and thou shalt be king.
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- -KING HENRY VI -
-Henry the Fourth by conquest got the crown.
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- -YORK -
-'Twas by rebellion against his king.
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- -KING HENRY VI -
-[Aside] I know not what to say; my title's weak.--
-Tell me, may not a king adopt an heir?
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- -YORK -
-What then?
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- -KING HENRY VI -
-An if he may, then am I lawful king;
-For Richard, in the view of many lords,
-Resign'd the crown to Henry the Fourth,
-Whose heir my father was, and I am his.
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- -YORK -
-He rose against him, being his sovereign,
-And made him to resign his crown perforce.
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- -WARWICK -
-Suppose, my lords, he did it unconstrain'd,
-Think you 'twere prejudicial to his crown?
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- -EXETER -
-No; for he could not so resign his crown
-But that the next heir should succeed and reign.
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- -KING HENRY VI -
-Art thou against us, Duke of Exeter?
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- -EXETER -
-His is the right, and therefore pardon me.
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- -YORK -
-Why whisper you, my lords, and answer not?
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- -EXETER -
-My conscience tells me he is lawful king.
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- -KING HENRY VI -
-[Aside] All will revolt from me, and turn to him.
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- -NORTHUMBERLAND -
-Plantagenet, for all the claim thou lay'st,
-Think not that Henry shall be so deposed.
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- -WARWICK -
-Deposed he shall be, in despite of all.
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- -NORTHUMBERLAND -
-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.
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- -CLIFFORD -
-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!
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- -KING HENRY VI -
-O Clifford, how thy words revive my heart!
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- -YORK -
-Henry of Lancaster, resign thy crown.
-What mutter you, or what conspire you, lords?
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- -WARWICK -
-Do right unto this princely Duke of York,
-Or I will fill the house with armed men,
-And over the chair of state, where now he sits,
-Write up his title with usurping blood.
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He stamps with his foot and the soldiers show themselves

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- -KING HENRY VI -
-My Lord of Warwick, hear me but one word:
-Let me for this my life-time reign as king.
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- -YORK -
-Confirm the crown to me and to mine heirs,
-And thou shalt reign in quiet while thou livest.
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- -KING HENRY VI -
-I am content: Richard Plantagenet,
-Enjoy the kingdom after my decease.
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- -CLIFFORD -
-What wrong is this unto the prince your son!
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- -WARWICK -
-What good is this to England and himself!
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- -WESTMORELAND -
-Base, fearful and despairing Henry!
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- -CLIFFORD -
-How hast thou injured both thyself and us!
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- -WESTMORELAND -
-I cannot stay to hear these articles.
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- -NORTHUMBERLAND -
-Nor I.
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- -CLIFFORD -
-Come, cousin, let us tell the queen these news.
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- -WESTMORELAND -
-Farewell, faint-hearted and degenerate king,
-In whose cold blood no spark of honour bides.
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- -NORTHUMBERLAND -
-Be thou a prey unto the house of York,
-And die in bands for this unmanly deed!
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- -CLIFFORD -
-In dreadful war mayst thou be overcome,
-Or live in peace abandon'd and despised!
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Exeunt NORTHUMBERLAND, CLIFFORD, and WESTMORELAND

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- -WARWICK -
-Turn this way, Henry, and regard them not.
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- -EXETER -
-They seek revenge and therefore will not yield.
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- -KING HENRY VI -
-Ah, Exeter!
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- -WARWICK -
- Why should you sigh, my lord?
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- -KING HENRY VI -
-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.
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- -YORK -
-This oath I willingly take and will perform.
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- -WARWICK -
-Long live King Henry! Plantagenet embrace him.
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- -KING HENRY VI -
-And long live thou and these thy forward sons!
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- -YORK -
-Now York and Lancaster are reconciled.
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- -EXETER -
-Accursed be he that seeks to make them foes!
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Sennet. Here they come down

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- -YORK -
-Farewell, my gracious lord; I'll to my castle.
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- -WARWICK -
-And I'll keep London with my soldiers.
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- -NORFOLK -
-And I to Norfolk with my followers.
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- -MONTAGUE -
-And I unto the sea from whence I came.
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Exeunt YORK, EDWARD, EDMUND, GEORGE, RICHARD, WARWICK, NORFOLK, MONTAGUE, their Soldiers, and Attendants

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- -KING HENRY VI -
-And I, with grief and sorrow, to the court.
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Enter QUEEN MARGARET and PRINCE EDWARD

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- -EXETER -
-Here comes the queen, whose looks bewray her anger:
-I'll steal away.
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- -KING HENRY VI -
- Exeter, so will I.
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- -QUEEN MARGARET -
-Nay, go not from me; I will follow thee.
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- -KING HENRY VI -
-Be patient, gentle queen, and I will stay.
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- -QUEEN MARGARET -
-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 nourish'd 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.
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- -PRINCE EDWARD -
-Father, you cannot disinherit me:
-If you be king, why should not I succeed?
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- -KING HENRY VI -
-Pardon me, Margaret; pardon me, sweet son:
-The Earl of Warwick and the duke enforced me.
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- -QUEEN MARGARET -
-Enforced thee! art thou king, and wilt be forced?
-I 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 Falconbridge 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, which am a silly woman,
-The soldiers should have toss'd me on their pikes
-Before I would have granted to that act.
-But thou preferr'st 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
-Whereby 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.
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- -KING HENRY VI -
-Stay, gentle Margaret, and hear me speak.
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- -QUEEN MARGARET -
-Thou hast spoke too much already: get thee gone.
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- -KING HENRY VI -
-Gentle son Edward, thou wilt stay with me?
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- -QUEEN MARGARET -
-Ay, to be murder'd by his enemies.
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- -PRINCE EDWARD -
-When I return with victory from the field
-I'll see your grace: till then I'll follow her.
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- -QUEEN MARGARET -
-Come, son, away; we may not linger thus.
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Exeunt QUEEN MARGARET and PRINCE EDWARD

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- -KING HENRY VI -
-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.
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- -EXETER -
-And I, I hope, shall reconcile them all.
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Exeunt

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SCENE II. Sandal Castle.

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-Enter RICHARD, EDWARD, and MONTAGUE -
- -RICHARD -
-Brother, though I be youngest, give me leave.
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- -EDWARD -
-No, I can better play the orator.
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- -MONTAGUE -
-But I have reasons strong and forcible.
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Enter YORK

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- -YORK -
-Why, how now, sons and brother! at a strife?
-What is your quarrel? how began it first?
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- -EDWARD -
-No quarrel, but a slight contention.
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- -YORK -
-About what?
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- -RICHARD -
-About that which concerns your grace and us;
-The crown of England, father, which is yours.
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- -YORK -
-Mine boy? not till King Henry be dead.
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- -RICHARD -
-Your right depends not on his life or death.
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- -EDWARD -
-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.
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- -YORK -
-I took an oath that he should quietly reign.
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- -EDWARD -
-But for a kingdom any oath may be broken:
-I would break a thousand oaths to reign one year.
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- -RICHARD -
-No; God forbid your grace should be forsworn.
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- -YORK -
-I shall be, if I claim by open war.
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- -RICHARD -
-I'll prove the contrary, if you'll hear me speak.
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- -YORK -
-Thou canst not, son; it is impossible.
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- -RICHARD -
-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.
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- -YORK -
-Richard, enough; I will be king, or die.
-Brother, thou shalt to London presently,
-And whet 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?
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Enter a Messenger

-But, stay: what news? Why comest thou in such post?
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- -Messenger -
-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.
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- -YORK -
-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.
-
- -MONTAGUE -
-Brother, I go; I'll win them, fear it not:
-And thus most humbly I do take my leave.
-

Exit

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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.
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- -JOHN MORTIMER -
-She shall not need; we'll meet her in the field.
-
- -YORK -
-What, with five thousand men?
-
- -RICHARD -
-Ay, with five hundred, father, for a need:
-A woman's general; what should we fear?
-

A march afar off

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- -EDWARD -
-I hear their drums: let's set our men in order,
-And issue forth and bid them battle straight.
-
- -YORK -
-Five men to twenty! though the odds be great,
-I doubt not, uncle, of our victory.
-Many a battle have I won in France,
-When as the enemy hath been ten to one:
-Why should I not now have the like success?
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Alarum. Exeunt

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- -RUTLAND -
-Ah, whither shall I fly to 'scape their hands?
-Ah, tutor, look where bloody Clifford comes!
-

Enter CLIFFORD and Soldiers

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- -CLIFFORD -
-Chaplain, away! thy priesthood saves thy life.
-As for the brat of this accursed duke,
-Whose father slew my father, he shall die.
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- -Tutor -
-And I, my lord, will bear him company.
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- -CLIFFORD -
-Soldiers, away with him!
-
- -Tutor -
-Ah, Clifford, murder not this innocent child,
-Lest thou be hated both of God and man!
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Exit, dragged off by Soldiers

-
- -CLIFFORD -
-How now! is he dead already? or is it fear
-That makes him close his eyes? I'll open them.
-
- -RUTLAND -
-So looks the pent-up lion o'er the wretch
-That trembles under his devouring paws;
-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.
-
- -CLIFFORD -
-In vain thou speak'st, poor boy; my father's blood
-Hath stopp'd the passage where thy words should enter.
-
- -RUTLAND -
-Then let my father's blood open it again:
-He is a man, and, Clifford, cope with him.
-
- -CLIFFORD -
-Had thy brethren here, their lives and thine
-Were not revenge sufficient for me;
-No, if I digg'd 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;
-And till I root out their accursed line
-And leave not one alive, I live in hell.
-Therefore--
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Lifting his hand

-
- -RUTLAND -
-O, let me pray before I take my death!
-To thee I pray; sweet Clifford, pity me!
-
- -CLIFFORD -
-Such pity as my rapier's point affords.
-
- -RUTLAND -
-I never did thee harm: why wilt thou slay me?
-
- -CLIFFORD -
-Thy father hath.
-
- -RUTLAND -
- But 'twas ere I was born.
-Thou hast one son; for his sake pity me,
-Lest in revenge thereof, sith God is just,
-He be as miserably slain as I.
-Ah, 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.
-
- -CLIFFORD -
-No cause!
-Thy father slew my father; therefore, die.
-

Stabs him

-
- -RUTLAND -
-Di faciant laudis summa sit ista tuae!
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Dies

-
- -CLIFFORD -
-Plantagenet! I come, Plantagenet!
-And this thy son's blood cleaving to my blade
-Shall rust upon my weapon, till thy blood,
-Congeal'd with this, do make me wipe off both.
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Exit

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SCENE IV. Another part of the field.

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-Alarum. Enter YORK -
- -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 demean'd 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 encounter'd 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 bodged again; as I have seen a swan
-With bootless labour swim against the tide
-And spend her strength with over-matching waves.
-

A short alarum 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 number'd 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.
-
- -NORTHUMBERLAND -
-Yield to our mercy, proud Plantagenet.
-
- -CLIFFORD -
-Ay, to such mercy as his ruthless arm,
-With downright payment, show'd unto my father.
-Now Phaethon hath tumbled from his car,
-And made an evening at the noontide prick.
-
- -YORK -
-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 whate'er you can afflict me with.
-Why come you not? what! multitudes, and fear?
-
- -CLIFFORD -
-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.
-
- -YORK -
-O Clifford, but bethink thee once again,
-And in thy thought o'er-run my former time;
-And, if though 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!
-
- -CLIFFORD -
-I will not bandy with thee word for word,
-But buckle with thee blows, twice two for one.
-
- -QUEEN MARGARET -
-Hold, valiant Clifford! for a thousand causes
-I would prolong awhile the traitor's life.
-Wrath makes him deaf: speak thou, Northumberland.
-
- -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

-
- -CLIFFORD -
-Ay, ay, so strives the woodcock with the gin.
-
- -NORTHUMBERLAND -
-So doth the cony struggle in the net.
-
- -YORK -
-So triumph thieves upon their conquer'd booty;
-So true men yield, with robbers so o'ermatch'd.
-
- -NORTHUMBERLAND -
-What would your grace have done unto him now?
-
- -QUEEN MARGARET -
-Brave warriors, Clifford and Northumberland,
-Come, make him stand upon this molehill here,
-That raught 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 revell'd 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-back 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, York: I stain'd 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 parch'd 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 fee'd, 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 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 temples of the diadem,
-Now in his life, against your holy oath?
-O, '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.
-
- -CLIFFORD -
-That is my office, for my father's sake.
-
- -QUEEN MARGARET -
-Nay, stay; lets hear the orisons he makes.
-
- -YORK -
-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 trull,
-Upon their woes whom fortune captivates!
-But that thy face is, vizard-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 Sicils 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 wonder'd 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 tiger's heart wrapt 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.
-Bids't 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,
-'Gainst thee, fell Clifford, and thee, false
-Frenchwoman.
-
- -NORTHUMBERLAND -
-Beshrew me, but his passion moves me so
-That hardly can I cheque my eyes from tears.
-
- -YORK -
-That face of his the hungry cannibals
-Would not have touch'd, would not have stain'd with blood:
-But you are more inhuman, more inexorable,
-O, ten times more, than tigers of Hyrcania.
-See, ruthless queen, a hapless father's tears:
-This cloth thou dip'dst 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!
-
- -NORTHUMBERLAND -
-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.
-
- -QUEEN MARGARET -
-What, weeping-ripe, my Lord Northumberland?
-Think but upon the wrong he did us all,
-And that will quickly dry thy melting tears.
-
- -CLIFFORD -
-Here's for my oath, here's for my father's death.
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Stabbing him

-
- -QUEEN MARGARET -
-And here's to right our gentle-hearted king.
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Stabbing him

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- -YORK -
-Open Thy gate of mercy, gracious God!
-My soul flies through these wounds to seek out Thee.
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Dies

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- -QUEEN MARGARET -
-Off with his head, and set it on York gates;
-So York may overlook the town of York.
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-A march. Enter EDWARD, RICHARD, and their power -
- -EDWARD -
-I wonder how our princely father 'scaped,
-Or whether he be 'scaped away or no
-From Clifford's and Northumberland's pursuit:
-Had he been ta'en, 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?
-
- -RICHARD -
-I cannot joy, until I be resolved
-Where our right valiant father is become.
-I saw him in the battle range about;
-And watch'd him how he singled Clifford forth.
-Methought he bore him in the thickest troop
-As doth a lion in a herd of neat;
-Or as a bear, encompass'd round with dogs,
-Who having pinch'd a few and made them cry,
-The rest stand all aloof, and bark at him.
-So fared our father with his enemies;
-So fled his enemies my warlike father:
-Methinks, 'tis prize 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,
-Trimm'd like a younker prancing to his love!
-
- -EDWARD -
-Dazzle mine eyes, or do I see three suns?
-
- -RICHARD -
-Three glorious suns, each one a perfect sun;
-Not separated with the racking clouds,
-But sever'd in a pale clear-shining sky.
-See, see! they join, embrace, and seem to kiss,
-As if they vow'd some league inviolable:
-Now are they but one lamp, one light, one sun.
-In this the heaven figures some event.
-
- -EDWARD -
-'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 meeds,
-Should notwithstanding join our lights together
-And over-shine the earth as this the world.
-Whate'er it bodes, henceforward will I bear
-Upon my target three fair-shining suns.
-
- -RICHARD -
-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?
-
- -Messenger -
-Ah, one that was a woful looker-on
-When as the noble Duke of York was slain,
-Your princely father and my loving lord!
-
- -EDWARD -
-O, speak no more, for I have heard too much.
-
- -RICHARD -
-Say how he died, for I will hear it all.
-
- -Messenger -
-Environed he was with many foes,
-And stood against them, as the hope of Troy
-Against the Greeks that would have enter'd Troy.
-But Hercules himself must yield to odds;
-And many strokes, though with a little axe,
-Hew down and fell the hardest-timber'd oak.
-By many hands your father was subdued;
-But only slaughter'd by the ireful arm
-Of unrelenting Clifford and the queen,
-Who crown'd the gracious duke in high despite,
-Laugh'd 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 view'd.
-
- -EDWARD -
-Sweet Duke of York, our prop to lean upon,
-Now thou art gone, we have no staff, no stay.
-O Clifford, boisterous Clifford! thou hast slain
-The flower of Europe for his chivalry;
-And treacherously hast thou vanquish'd him,
-For hand to hand he would have vanquish'd thee.
-Now my soul's palace is become a prison:
-Ah, 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, O never shall I see more joy!
-
- -RICHARD -
- 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 should 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 renowned by attempting it.
-
- -EDWARD -
-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's bird,
-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.
-

March. Enter WARWICK, MONTAGUE, and their army

-
- -WARWICK -
-How now, fair lords! What fare? what news abroad?
-
- -RICHARD -
-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!
-
- -EDWARD -
-O Warwick, Warwick! that Plantagenet,
-Which held three dearly as his soul's redemption,
-Is by the stern Lord Clifford done to death.
-
- -WARWICK -
-Ten days ago I drown'd these news in tears;
-And now, to add more measure to your woes,
-I come to tell you things sith then befall'n.
-After the bloody fray at Wakefield fought,
-Where your brave father breathed his latest gasp,
-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,
-Muster'd my soldiers, gather'd flocks of friends,
-And very well appointed, as I thought,
-March'd toward Saint Alban's 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 Saint Alban's met
-Our battles join'd, and both sides fiercely fought:
-But whether 'twas the coldness of the king,
-Who look'd full gently on his warlike queen,
-That robb'd my soldiers of their heated spleen;
-Or whether 'twas report of her success;
-Or more than common fear of Clifford's rigour,
-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-owl's lazy flight,
-Or like an idle thresher with a flail,
-Fell gently down, as if they struck their friends.
-I cheer'd 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.
-
- -EDWARD -
-Where is the Duke of Norfolk, gentle Warwick?
-And when came George from Burgundy to England?
-
- -WARWICK -
-Some six miles off the duke is with the soldiers;
-And for your brother, he was lately sent
-From your kind aunt, Duchess of Burgundy,
-With aid of soldiers to this needful war.
-
- -RICHARD -
-'Twas odds, belike, when valiant Warwick fled:
-Oft have I heard his praises in pursuit,
-But ne'er till now his scandal of retire.
-
- -WARWICK -
-Nor now my scandal, Richard, dost thou hear;
-For thou shalt know this strong right hand of mine
-Can pluck the diadem from faint Henry's head,
-And wring the awful sceptre from his fist,
-Were he as famous and as bold in war
-As he is famed for mildness, peace, and prayer.
-
- -RICHARD -
-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-Maries with our beads?
-Or shall we on the helmets of our foes
-Tell our devotion with revengeful arms?
-If for the last, say ay, and to it, lords.
-
- -WARWICK -
-Why, therefore Warwick 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.
-He swore 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, Via! 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.
-
- -RICHARD -
-Ay, now methinks I hear great Warwick speak:
-Ne'er may he live to see a sunshine day,
-That cries 'Retire,' if Warwick bid him stay.
-
- -EDWARD -
-Lord Warwick, on thy shoulder will I lean;
-And when thou fail'st--as God forbid the hour!--
-Must Edward fall, which peril heaven forfend!
-
- -WARWICK -
-No longer Earl of March, but Duke of York:
-The next degree is England's royal throne;
-For King of England shalt thou be proclaim'd
-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 task.
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- -RICHARD -
-Then, Clifford, were thy heart as hard as steel,
-As thou hast shown it flinty by thy deeds,
-I come to pierce it, or to give thee mine.
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- -EDWARD -
-Then strike up drums: God and Saint George for us!
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Enter a Messenger

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- -WARWICK -
-How now! what news?
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- -Messenger -
-The Duke of Norfolk sends you word by me,
-The queen is coming with a puissant host;
-And craves your company for speedy counsel.
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- -WARWICK -
-Why then it sorts, brave warriors, let's away.
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SCENE II. Before York.

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-Flourish. Enter KING HENRY VI, QUEEN MARGARET, PRINCE EDWARD, CLIFFORD, and NORTHUMBERLAND, with drum and trumpets -
- -QUEEN MARGARET -
-Welcome, my lord, to this brave town of York.
-Yonder's the head of that arch-enemy
-That sought to be encompass'd with your crown:
-Doth not the object cheer your heart, my lord?
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- -KING HENRY VI -
-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.
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- -CLIFFORD -
-My gracious liege, this 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 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 in safeguard of their brood.
-Ambitious York doth level at thy crown,
-Thou smiling while he knit 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, blest 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 flight,
-Make war with him that climb'd 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, steel thy melting heart
-To hold thine own and leave thine own with him.
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- -KING HENRY VI -
-Full well hath Clifford play'd 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 thousand-fold 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!
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- -QUEEN MARGARET -
-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.
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- -KING HENRY VI -
-Edward Plantagenet, arise a knight;
-And learn this lesson, draw thy sword in right.
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- -PRINCE -
-My gracious father, by your kingly leave,
-I'll draw it as apparent to the crown,
-And in that quarrel use it to the death.
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- -CLIFFORD -
-Why, that is spoken like a toward prince.
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Enter a Messenger

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- -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:
-Darraign your battle, for they are at hand.
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- -CLIFFORD -
-I would your highness would depart the field:
-The queen hath best success when you are absent.
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- -QUEEN MARGARET -
-Ay, good my lord, and leave us to our fortune.
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- -KING HENRY VI -
-Why, that's my fortune too; therefore I'll stay.
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- -NORTHUMBERLAND -
-Be it with resolution then to fight.
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- -PRINCE EDWARD -
-My royal father, cheer these noble lords
-And hearten those that fight in your defence:
-Unsheathe your sword, good father; cry 'Saint George!'
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March. Enter EDWARD, GEORGE, RICHARD, WARWICK, NORFOLK, MONTAGUE, and Soldiers

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- -EDWARD -
-Now, perjured Henry! wilt thou kneel for grace,
-And set thy diadem upon my head;
-Or bide the mortal fortune of the field?
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- -QUEEN MARGARET -
-Go, rate thy minions, proud insulting boy!
-Becomes it thee to be thus bold in terms
-Before thy sovereign and thy lawful king?
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- -EDWARD -
-I am his king, and he should bow his knee;
-I was adopted heir 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.
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- -CLIFFORD -
-And reason too:
-Who should succeed the father but the son?
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- -RICHARD -
-Are you there, butcher? O, I cannot speak!
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- -CLIFFORD -
-Ay, crook-back, here I stand to answer thee,
-Or any he the proudest of thy sort.
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- -RICHARD -
-'Twas you that kill'd young Rutland, was it not?
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- -CLIFFORD -
-Ay, and old York, and yet not satisfied.
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- -RICHARD -
-For God's sake, lords, give signal to the fight.
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- -WARWICK -
-What say'st thou, Henry, wilt thou yield the crown?
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- -QUEEN MARGARET -
-Why, how now, long-tongued Warwick! dare you speak?
-When you and I met at Saint Alban's last,
-Your legs did better service than your hands.
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- -WARWICK -
-Then 'twas my turn to fly, and now 'tis thine.
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- -CLIFFORD -
-You said so much before, and yet you fled.
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- -WARWICK -
-'Twas not your valour, Clifford, drove me thence.
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- -NORTHUMBERLAND -
-No, nor your manhood that durst make you stay.
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- -RICHARD -
-Northumberland, I hold thee reverently.
-Break off the parley; for scarce I can refrain
-The execution of my big-swoln heart
-Upon that Clifford, that cruel child-killer.
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- -CLIFFORD -
-I slew thy father, call'st thou him a child?
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- -RICHARD -
-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.
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- -KING HENRY VI -
-Have done with words, my lords, and hear me speak.
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- -QUEEN MARGARET -
-Defy them then, or else hold close thy lips.
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- -KING HENRY VI -
-I prithee, give no limits to my tongue:
-I am a king, and privileged to speak.
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- -CLIFFORD -
-My liege, the wound that bred this meeting here
-Cannot be cured by words; therefore be still.
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- -RICHARD -
-Then, executioner, unsheathe thy sword:
-By him that made us all, I am resolved
-that Clifford's manhood lies upon his tongue.
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- -EDWARD -
-Say, Henry, shall I have my right, or no?
-A thousand men have broke their fasts to-day,
-That ne'er shall dine unless thou yield the crown.
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- -WARWICK -
-If thou deny, their blood upon thy head;
-For York in justice puts his armour on.
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- -PRINCE EDWARD -
-If that be right which Warwick says is right,
-There is no wrong, but every thing is right.
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- -RICHARD -
-Whoever got thee, there thy mother stands;
-For, well I wot, thou hast thy mother's tongue.
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- -QUEEN MARGARET -
-But thou art neither like thy sire nor dam;
-But like a foul mis-shapen stigmatic,
-Mark'd by the destinies to be avoided,
-As venom toads, or lizards' dreadful stings.
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- -RICHARD -
-Iron of Naples hid with English gilt,
-Whose father bears the title of a king,--
-As if a channel should be call'd the sea,--
-Shamest thou not, knowing whence thou art extraught,
-To let thy tongue detect thy base-born heart?
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- -EDWARD -
-A wisp of straw were worth a thousand crowns,
-To make this shameless callet know herself.
-Helen of Greece was fairer far than thou,
-Although thy husband may be Menelaus;
-And ne'er was Agamemnon's brother wrong'd
-By that false woman, as this king by thee.
-His father revell'd in the heart of France,
-And tamed the king, and made the dauphin stoop;
-And had he match'd 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 brew'd a shower for him,
-That wash'd his father's fortunes forth of France,
-And heap'd sedition on his crown at home.
-For what hath broach'd this tumult but thy pride?
-Hadst thou been meek, our title still had slept;
-And we, in pity of the gentle king,
-Had slipp'd our claim until another age.
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- -GEORGE -
-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.
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- -EDWARD -
-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 a grave.
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- -QUEEN MARGARET -
-Stay, Edward.
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- -EDWARD -
-No, wrangling woman, we'll no longer stay:
-These words will cost ten thousand lives this day.
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Alarum. Excursions. Enter WARWICK

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- -WARWICK -
-Forspent with toil, as runners with a race,
-I lay me down a little while to breathe;
-For strokes received, and many blows repaid,
-Have robb'd my strong-knit sinews of their strength,
-And spite of spite needs must I rest awhile.
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Enter EDWARD, running

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- -EDWARD -
-Smile, gentle heaven! or strike, ungentle death!
-For this world frowns, and Edward's sun is clouded.
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- -WARWICK -
-How now, my lord! what hap? what hope of good?
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Enter GEORGE

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- -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?
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- -EDWARD -
-Bootless is flight, they follow us with wings;
-And weak we are and cannot shun pursuit.
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Enter RICHARD

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- -RICHARD -
-Ah, Warwick, why hast thou withdrawn thyself?
-Thy brother's blood the thirsty earth hath drunk,
-Broach'd with the steely point of Clifford's lance;
-And in the very pangs of death he cried,
-Like to a dismal clangour heard from far,
-'Warwick, revenge! brother, revenge my death!'
-So, underneath the belly of their steeds,
-That stain'd their fetlocks in his smoking blood,
-The noble gentleman gave up the ghost.
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- -WARWICK -
-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, whiles the foe doth rage;
-And look upon, as if the tragedy
-Were play'd 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.
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- -EDWARD -
-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 they 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.
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- -RICHARD -
-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 spring-time so.
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- -WARWICK -
-Away, away! Once more, sweet lords farewell.
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- -GEORGE -
-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.
-Forslow no longer, make we hence amain.
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- -RICHARD -
-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 environ'd with a brazen wall.
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- -CLIFFORD -
-Now, Richard, I am with thee here alone:
-This is the hand that stabb'd thy father York;
-And this 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!
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They fight. WARWICK comes; CLIFFORD flies

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- -RICHARD -
-Nay Warwick, single out some other chase;
-For I myself will hunt this wolf to death.
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- -KING HENRY VI -
-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 molehill 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 ean:
-So many years ere I shall shear the fleece:
-So minutes, hours, days, months, and years,
-Pass'd 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 embroider'd canopy
-To kings that fear their subjects' treachery?
-O, yes, it doth; a thousand-fold 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.
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Alarum. Enter a Son that has killed his father, dragging in the dead body

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- -Son -
-Ill blows the wind that profits nobody.
-This man, whom hand to hand I slew in 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 is my father's face,
-Whom in this conflict I unwares have kill'd.
-O heavy times, begetting such events!
-From London by the king was I press'd forth;
-My father, being the Earl of Warwick's man,
-Came on the part of York, press'd by his master;
-And I, who at his hands received my life, him
-Have 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 flow'd their fill.
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- -KING HENRY VI -
-O piteous spectacle! O bloody times!
-Whiles 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.
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Enter a Father that has killed his son, bringing in the body

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- -Father -
-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!
-Ah, 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!
-O, pity, God, this miserable age!
-What stratagems, how fell, how butcherly,
-Erroneous, mutinous and unnatural,
-This deadly quarrel daily doth beget!
-O boy, thy father gave thee life too soon,
-And hath bereft thee of thy life too late!
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- -KING HENRY VI -
-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:
-Wither one rose, and let the other flourish;
-If you contend, a thousand lives must wither.
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- -Son -
-How will my mother for a father's death
-Take on with me and ne'er be satisfied!
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- -Father -
-How will my wife for slaughter of my son
-Shed seas of tears and ne'er be satisfied!
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- -KING HENRY VI -
-How will the country for these woful chances
-Misthink the king and not be satisfied!
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- -Son -
-Was ever son so rued a father's death?
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- -Father -
-Was ever father so bemoan'd his son?
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- -KING HENRY VI -
-Was ever king so grieved for subjects' woe?
-Much is your sorrow; mine ten times so much.
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- -Son -
-I'll bear thee hence, where I may weep my fill.
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Exit with the body

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- -Father -
-These arms of mine shall be thy winding-sheet;
-My heart, sweet boy, shall be thy sepulchre,
-For from my heart thine image ne'er shall go;
-My sighing breast shall be thy funeral bell;
-And so obsequious will thy father be,
-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.
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Exit with the body

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- -KING HENRY VI -
-Sad-hearted men, much overgone with care,
-Here sits a king more woful than you are.
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Alarums: excursions. Enter QUEEN MARGARET, PRINCE EDWARD, and EXETER

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- -PRINCE EDWARD -
-Fly, father, fly! for all your friends are fled,
-And Warwick rages like a chafed bull:
-Away! for death doth hold us in pursuit.
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- -QUEEN MARGARET -
-Mount you, my lord; towards Berwick post amain:
-Edward and Richard, like a brace of greyhounds
-Having the fearful flying hare 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.
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- -EXETER -
-Away! for vengeance comes along with them:
-Nay, stay not to expostulate, make speed;
-Or else come after: I'll away before.
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- -KING HENRY VI -
-Nay, take me with thee, good sweet Exeter:
-Not that I fear to stay, but love to go
-Whither the queen intends. Forward; away!
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-A loud alarum. Enter CLIFFORD, wounded -
- -CLIFFORD -
-Here burns my candle out; ay, here it dies,
-Which, whiles 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 whither 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 cheque thy fiery steeds,
-Thy burning car never had scorch'd the earth!
-And, Henry, hadst thou sway'd 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 and ten thousand in this luckless 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 effuse of blood doth make me faint.
-Come, York and Richard, Warwick and the rest;
-I stabb'd your fathers' bosoms, split my breast.
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He faints

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Alarum and retreat. Enter EDWARD, GEORGE, RICHARD, MONTAGUE, WARWICK, and Soldiers

-
- -EDWARD -
-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, fill'd with a fretting gust,
-Command an argosy to stem the waves.
-But think you, lords, that Clifford fled with them?
-
- -WARWICK -
-No, 'tis impossible he should escape,
-For, though before his face I speak the words
-Your brother Richard mark'd him for the grave:
-And wheresoe'er he is, he's surely dead.
-

CLIFFORD groans, and dies

-
- -EDWARD -
-Whose soul is that which takes her heavy leave?
-
- -RICHARD -
-A deadly groan, like life and death's departing.
-
- -EDWARD -
-See who it is: and, now the battle's ended,
-If friend or foe, let him be gently used.
-
- -RICHARD -
-Revoke that doom of mercy, for 'tis Clifford;
-Who not contented that he lopp'd the branch
-In hewing 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.
-
- -WARWICK -
-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.
-
- -EDWARD -
-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.
-
- -WARWICK -
-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.
-
- -RICHARD -
-O, 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.
-
- -GEORGE -
-If so thou think'st, vex him with eager words.
-
- -RICHARD -
-Clifford, ask mercy and obtain no grace.
-
- -EDWARD -
-Clifford, repent in bootless penitence.
-
- -WARWICK -
-Clifford, devise excuses for thy faults.
-
- -GEORGE -
-While we devise fell tortures for thy faults.
-
- -RICHARD -
-Thou didst love York, and I am son to York.
-
- -EDWARD -
-Thou pitied'st Rutland; I will pity thee.
-
- -GEORGE -
-Where's Captain Margaret, to fence you now?
-
- -WARWICK -
-They mock thee, Clifford: swear as thou wast wont.
-
- -RICHARD -
-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 hour's 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.
-
- -WARWICK -
-Ay, 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 scatter'd 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 I'll cross the sea,
-To effect this marriage, so it please my lord.
-
- -EDWARD -
-Even as thou wilt, sweet Warwick, let it be;
-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.
-
- -RICHARD -
-Let me be Duke of Clarence, George of Gloucester;
-For Gloucester's dukedom is too ominous.
-
- -WARWICK -
-Tut, that's a foolish observation:
-Richard, be Duke of Gloucester. Now to London,
-To see these honours in possession.
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SCENE I. A forest in the north of England.

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-Enter two Keepers, with cross-bows in their hands -
- -First Keeper -
-Under this thick-grown brake we'll shroud ourselves;
-For through this laund anon the deer will come;
-And in this covert will we make our stand,
-Culling the principal of all the deer.
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- -Second Keeper -
-I'll stay above the hill, so both may shoot.
-
- -First Keeper -
-That cannot be; the noise of thy cross-bow
-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.
-
- -Second Keeper -
-Here comes a man; let's stay till he be past.
-

Enter KING HENRY VI, disguised, with a prayerbook

-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-From Scotland am I stol'n, even of pure love,
-To greet mine own land with my wishful sight.
-No, Harry, Harry, 'tis no land of thine;
-Thy place is fill'd, thy sceptre wrung from thee,
-Thy balm wash'd 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?
-
- -First Keeper -
-Ay, here's a deer whose skin's a keeper's fee:
-This is the quondam king; let's seize upon him.
-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-Let me embrace thee, sour adversity,
-For wise men say it is the wisest course.
-
- -Second Keeper -
-Why linger we? let us lay hands upon him.
-
- -First Keeper -
-Forbear awhile; we'll hear a little more.
-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-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 whiles 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 install'd;
-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!
-
- -Second Keeper -
-Say, what art thou that talk'st of kings and queens?
-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-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?
-
- -Second Keeper -
-Ay, but thou talk'st as if thou wert a king.
-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-Why, so I am, in mind; and that's enough.
-
- -Second Keeper -
-But, if thou be a king, where is thy crown?
-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-My crown is in my heart, not on my head;
-Not decked with diamonds and Indian stones,
-Nor to be seen: my crown is called content:
-A crown it is that seldom kings enjoy.
-
- -Second Keeper -
-Well, if you be a king crown'd with content,
-Your 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.
-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-But did you never swear, and break an oath?
-
- -Second Keeper -
-No, never such an oath; nor will not now.
-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-Where did you dwell when I was King of England?
-
- -Second Keeper -
-Here in this country, where we now remain.
-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-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?
-
- -First Keeper -
-No;
-For we were subjects but while you were king.
-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-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 lightness 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.
-
- -First Keeper -
-We are true subjects to the king, King Edward.
-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-So would you be again to Henry,
-If he were seated as King Edward is.
-
- -First Keeper -
-We charge you, in God's name, and the king's,
-To go with us unto the officers.
-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-In God's name, lead; your king's name be obey'd:
-And what God will, that let your king perform;
-And what he will, I humbly yield unto.
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SCENE II. London. The palace.

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-Enter KING EDWARD IV, GLOUCESTER, CLARENCE, and LADY GREY -
- -KING EDWARD IV -
-Brother of Gloucester, at Saint Alban's 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.
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-Your highness shall do well to grant her suit;
-It were dishonour to deny it her.
-
- -KING EDWARD IV -
-It were no less; but yet I'll make a pause.
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-[Aside to CLARENCE] Yea, is it so?
-I see the lady hath a thing to grant,
-Before the king will grant her humble suit.
-
- -CLARENCE -
-[Aside to GLOUCESTER] He knows the game: how true
-he keeps the wind!
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-[Aside to CLARENCE] Silence!
-
- -KING EDWARD IV -
-Widow, we will consider of your suit;
-And come some other time to know our mind.
-
- -LADY GREY -
-Right gracious lord, I cannot brook delay:
-May it please your highness to resolve me now;
-And what your pleasure is, shall satisfy me.
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-[Aside to CLARENCE] Ay, widow? then I'll warrant
-you all your lands,
-An if what pleases him shall pleasure you.
-Fight closer, or, good faith, you'll catch a blow.
-
- -CLARENCE -
-[Aside to GLOUCESTER] I fear her not, unless she
-chance to fall.
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-[Aside to CLARENCE] God forbid that! for he'll
-take vantages.
-
- -KING EDWARD IV -
-How many children hast thou, widow? tell me.
-
- -CLARENCE -
-[Aside to GLOUCESTER] I think he means to beg a
-child of her.
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-[Aside to CLARENCE] Nay, whip me then: he'll rather
-give her two.
-
- -LADY GREY -
-Three, my most gracious lord.
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-[Aside to CLARENCE] You shall have four, if you'll
-be ruled by him.
-
- -KING EDWARD IV -
-'Twere pity they should lose their father's lands.
-
- -LADY GREY -
-Be pitiful, dread lord, and grant it then.
-
- -KING EDWARD IV -
-Lords, give us leave: I'll try this widow's wit.
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-[Aside to CLARENCE] Ay, good leave have you; for
-you will have leave,
-Till youth take leave and leave you to the crutch.
-

GLOUCESTER and CLARENCE retire

-
- -KING EDWARD IV -
-Now tell me, madam, do you love your children?
-
- -LADY GREY -
-Ay, full as dearly as I love myself.
-
- -KING EDWARD IV -
-And would you not do much to do them good?
-
- -LADY GREY -
-To do them good, I would sustain some harm.
-
- -KING EDWARD IV -
-Then get your husband's lands, to do them good.
-
- -LADY GREY -
-Therefore I came unto your majesty.
-
- -KING EDWARD IV -
-I'll tell you how these lands are to be got.
-
- -LADY GREY -
-So shall you bind me to your highness' service.
-
- -KING EDWARD IV -
-What service wilt thou do me, if I give them?
-
- -LADY GREY -
-What you command, that rests in me to do.
-
- -KING EDWARD IV -
-But you will take exceptions to my boon.
-
- -LADY GREY -
-No, gracious lord, except I cannot do it.
-
- -KING EDWARD IV -
-Ay, but thou canst do what I mean to ask.
-
- -LADY GREY -
-Why, then I will do what your grace commands.
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-[Aside to CLARENCE] He plies her hard; and much rain
-wears the marble.
-
- -CLARENCE -
-[Aside to GLOUCESTER] As red as fire! nay, then
-her wax must melt.
-
- -LADY GREY -
-Why stops my lord, shall I not hear my task?
-
- -KING EDWARD IV -
-An easy task; 'tis but to love a king.
-
- -LADY GREY -
-That's soon perform'd, because I am a subject.
-
- -KING EDWARD IV -
-Why, then, thy husband's lands I freely give thee.
-
- -LADY GREY -
-I take my leave with many thousand thanks.
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-[Aside to CLARENCE] The match is made; she seals it
-with a curtsy.
-
- -KING EDWARD IV -
-But stay thee, 'tis the fruits of love I mean.
-
- -LADY GREY -
-The fruits of love I mean, my loving liege.
-
- -KING EDWARD IV -
-Ay, but, I fear me, in another sense.
-What love, think'st thou, I sue so much to get?
-
- -LADY GREY -
-My love till death, my humble thanks, my prayers;
-That love which virtue begs and virtue grants.
-
- -KING EDWARD IV -
-No, by my troth, I did not mean such love.
-
- -LADY GREY -
-Why, then you mean not as I thought you did.
-
- -KING EDWARD IV -
-But now you partly may perceive my mind.
-
- -LADY GREY -
-My mind will never grant what I perceive
-Your highness aims at, if I aim aright.
-
- -KING EDWARD IV -
-To tell thee plain, I aim to lie with thee.
-
- -LADY GREY -
-To tell you plain, I had rather lie in prison.
-
- -KING EDWARD IV -
-Why, then thou shalt not have thy husband's lands.
-
- -LADY GREY -
-Why, then mine honesty shall be my dower;
-For by that loss I will not purchase them.
-
- -KING EDWARD IV -
-Therein thou wrong'st thy children mightily.
-
- -LADY GREY -
-Herein your highness wrongs both them and me.
-But, mighty lord, this merry inclination
-Accords not with the sadness of my suit:
-Please you dismiss me either with 'ay' or 'no.'
-
- -KING EDWARD IV -
-Ay, if thou wilt say 'ay' to my request;
-No if thou dost say 'no' to my demand.
-
- -LADY GREY -
-Then, no, my lord. My suit is at an end.
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-[Aside to CLARENCE] The widow likes him not, she
-knits her brows.
-
- -CLARENCE -
-[Aside to GLOUCESTER] He is the bluntest wooer in
-Christendom.
-
- -KING EDWARD IV -
-[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?
-
- -LADY GREY -
-'Tis better said than done, my gracious lord:
-I am a subject fit to jest withal,
-But far unfit to be a sovereign.
-
- -KING EDWARD IV -
-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.
-
- -LADY GREY -
-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.
-
- -KING EDWARD IV -
-You cavil, widow: I did mean, my queen.
-
- -LADY GREY -
-'Twill grieve your grace my sons should call you father.
-
- -KING EDWARD IV -
-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.
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-[Aside to CLARENCE] The ghostly father now hath done
-his shrift.
-
- -CLARENCE -
-[Aside to GLOUCESTER] When he was made a shriver,
-'twas for shift.
-
- -KING EDWARD IV -
-Brothers, you muse what chat we two have had.
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-The widow likes it not, for she looks very sad.
-
- -KING EDWARD IV -
-You'll think it strange if I should marry her.
-
- -CLARENCE -
-To whom, my lord?
-
- -KING EDWARD IV -
- Why, Clarence, to myself.
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-That would be ten days' wonder at the least.
-
- -CLARENCE -
-That's a day longer than a wonder lasts.
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-By so much is the wonder in extremes.
-
- -KING EDWARD IV -
-Well, jest on, brothers: I can tell you both
-Her suit is granted for her husband's lands.
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Enter a Nobleman

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- -Nobleman -
-My gracious lord, Henry your foe is taken,
-And brought your prisoner to your palace gate.
-
- -KING EDWARD IV -
-See that he be convey'd unto the Tower:
-And go we, brothers, to the man that took him,
-To question of his apprehension.
-Widow, go you along. Lords, use her honourably.
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Exeunt all but GLOUCESTER

-
- -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 unlook'd 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 a far-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'll lade 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 eye's too quick, my heart o'erweens 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 witch 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 shrink mine arm up like a wither'd 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 unlick'd 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 cheque, to o'erbear 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 mis-shaped 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 rends the thorns and is rent with the thorns,
-Seeking a way 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 whiles 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 slily than Ulysses could,
-And, like a Sinon, take another Troy.
-I can add colours to the chameleon,
-Change shapes with Proteus for advantages,
-And set the murderous Machiavel to school.
-Can I do this, and cannot get a crown?
-Tut, were it farther off, I'll pluck it down.
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SCENE III. France. KING LEWIS XI's palace.

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-Flourish. Enter KING LEWIS XI, his sister BONA, his Admiral, called BOURBON, PRINCE EDWARD, QUEEN MARGARET, and OXFORD. KING LEWIS XI sits, and riseth up again -
- -KING LEWIS XI -
-Fair Queen of England, worthy Margaret,
-Sit down with us: it ill befits thy state
-And birth, that thou shouldst stand while Lewis doth sit.
-
- -QUEEN MARGARET -
-No, mighty King of France: now Margaret
-Must strike her sail and learn awhile 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.
-
- -KING LEWIS XI -
-Why, say, fair queen, whence springs this deep despair?
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- -QUEEN MARGARET -
-From such a cause as fills mine eyes with tears
-And stops my tongue, while heart is drown'd in cares.
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- -KING LEWIS XI -
-Whate'er it be, be thou still like thyself,
-And sit thee by our side:
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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.
-
- -QUEEN MARGARET -
-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 banish'd 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.
-
- -KING LEWIS XI -
-Renowned queen, with patience calm the storm,
-While we bethink a means to break it off.
-
- -QUEEN MARGARET -
-The more we stay, the stronger grows our foe.
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- -KING LEWIS XI -
-The more I stay, the more I'll succor thee.
-
- -QUEEN MARGARET -
-O, but impatience waiteth on true sorrow.
-And see where comes the breeder of my sorrow!
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Enter WARWICK

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- -KING LEWIS XI -
-What's he approacheth boldly to our presence?
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- -QUEEN MARGARET -
-Our Earl of Warwick, Edward's greatest friend.
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- -KING LEWIS XI -
-Welcome, brave Warwick! What brings thee to France?
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He descends. She ariseth

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- -QUEEN MARGARET -
-Ay, now begins a second storm to rise;
-For this is he that moves both wind and tide.
-
- -WARWICK -
-From worthy Edward, King of Albion,
-My lord and sovereign, and thy 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 lawful marriage.
-
- -QUEEN MARGARET -
-[Aside] If that go forward, Henry's hope is done.
-
- -WARWICK -
-[To BONA] 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 virtue.
-
- -QUEEN MARGARET -
-King Lewis 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 awhile,
-Yet heavens are just, and time suppresseth wrongs.
-
- -WARWICK -
-Injurious Margaret!
-
- -PRINCE EDWARD -
-And why not queen?
-
- -WARWICK -
-Because thy father Henry did usurp;
-And thou no more are prince than she is queen.
-
- -OXFORD -
-Then Warwick disannuls 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 the Fifth,
-Who by his prowess conquered all France:
-From these our Henry lineally descends.
-
- -WARWICK -
-Oxford, how haps it, in this smooth discourse,
-You told not how Henry the Sixth hath lost
-All that which Henry Fifth 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.
-
- -OXFORD -
-Why, Warwick, canst thou speak against thy liege,
-Whom thou obeyed'st thirty and six years,
-And not bewray thy treason with a blush?
-
- -WARWICK -
-Can Oxford, that did ever fence the right,
-Now buckler falsehood with a pedigree?
-For shame! leave Henry, and call Edward king.
-
- -OXFORD -
-Call him my king by whose injurious doom
-My elder brother, the Lord Aubrey Vere,
-Was done to death? and more than so, my father,
-Even in the downfall of his mellow'd years,
-When nature brought him to the door of death?
-No, Warwick, no; while life upholds this arm,
-This arm upholds the house of Lancaster.
-
- -WARWICK -
-And I the house of York.
-
- -KING LEWIS XI -
-Queen Margaret, Prince Edward, and Oxford,
-Vouchsafe, at our request, to stand aside,
-While I use further conference with Warwick.
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They stand aloof

-
- -QUEEN MARGARET -
-Heavens grant that Warwick's words bewitch him not!
-
- -KING LEWIS XI -
-Now Warwick, tell me, even upon thy conscience,
-Is Edward your true king? for I were loath
-To link with him that were not lawful chosen.
-
- -WARWICK -
-Thereon I pawn my credit and mine honour.
-
- -KING LEWIS XI -
-But is he gracious in the people's eye?
-
- -WARWICK -
-The more that Henry was unfortunate.
-
- -KING LEWIS XI -
-Then further, all dissembling set aside,
-Tell me for truth the measure of his love
-Unto our sister Bona.
-
- -WARWICK -
-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 fix'd in virtue's ground,
-The leaves and fruit maintain'd with beauty's sun,
-Exempt from envy, but not from disdain,
-Unless the Lady Bona quit his pain.
-
- -KING LEWIS XI -
-Now, sister, let us hear your firm resolve.
-
- -BONA -
-Your grant, or your denial, shall be mine:
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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.
-
- -KING LEWIS XI -
-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.
-
- -PRINCE EDWARD -
-To Edward, but not to the English king.
-
- -QUEEN MARGARET -
-Deceitful Warwick! it was thy device
-By this alliance to make void my suit:
-Before thy coming Lewis was Henry's friend.
-
- -KING LEWIS XI -
-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.
-
- -WARWICK -
-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.
-
- -QUEEN MARGARET -
-Peace, impudent and shameless Warwick, peace,
-Proud setter up and puller down of kings!
-I will not hence, till, with my talk and tears,
-Both full of truth, I make King Lewis behold
-Thy sly conveyance and thy lord's false love;
-For both of you are birds of selfsame feather.
-

Post blows a horn within

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- -KING LEWIS XI -
-Warwick, this is some post to us or thee.
-

Enter a Post

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- -Post -
-[To WARWICK] My lord ambassador, these letters are for you,
-Sent from your brother, Marquess Montague:
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To KING LEWIS XI

-These from our king unto your majesty:
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To QUEEN MARGARET

-And, madam, these for you; from whom I know not.
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They all read their letters

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- -OXFORD -
-I like it well that our fair queen and mistress
-Smiles at her news, while Warwick frowns at his.
-
- -PRINCE EDWARD -
-Nay, mark how Lewis stamps, as he were nettled:
-I hope all's for the best.
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- -KING LEWIS XI -
-Warwick, what are thy news? and yours, fair queen?
-
- -QUEEN MARGARET -
-Mine, such as fill my heart with unhoped joys.
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- -WARWICK -
-Mine, full of sorrow and heart's discontent.
-
- -KING LEWIS XI -
-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?
-
- -QUEEN MARGARET -
-I told your majesty as much before:
-This proveth Edward's love and Warwick's honesty.
-
- -WARWICK -
-King Lewis, I here protest, in sight 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 guerdon'd 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.
-
- -QUEEN MARGARET -
-Warwick, these words have turn'd my hate to love;
-And I forgive and quite forget old faults,
-And joy that thou becomest King Henry's friend.
-
- -WARWICK -
-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 succor him:
-And as for Clarence, as my letters tell me,
-He's very likely now to fall from him,
-For matching more for wanton lust than honour,
-Or than for strength and safety of our country.
-
- -BONA -
-Dear brother, how shall Bona be revenged
-But by thy help to this distressed queen?
-
- -QUEEN MARGARET -
-Renowned prince, how shall poor Henry live,
-Unless thou rescue him from foul despair?
-
- -BONA -
-My quarrel and this English queen's are one.
-
- -WARWICK -
-And mine, fair lady Bona, joins with yours.
-
- -KING LEWIS XI -
-And mine with hers, and thine, and Margaret's.
-Therefore at last I firmly am resolved
-You shall have aid.
-
- -QUEEN MARGARET -
-Let me give humble thanks for all at once.
-
- -KING LEWIS XI -
-Then, England's messenger, return in post,
-And tell false Edward, thy supposed king,
-That Lewis of France is sending over masquers
-To revel it with him and his new bride:
-Thou seest what's past, go fear thy king withal.
-
- -BONA -
-Tell him, in hope he'll prove a widower shortly,
-I'll wear the willow garland for his sake.
-
- -QUEEN MARGARET -
-Tell him, my mourning weeds are laid aside,
-And I am ready to put armour on.
-
- -WARWICK -
-Tell him from me that he hath done me wrong,
-And therefore I'll uncrown him ere't be long.
-There's thy reward: be gone.
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Exit Post

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- -KING LEWIS XI -
-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?
-
- -WARWICK -
-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 bands.
-
- -QUEEN MARGARET -
-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.
-
- -PRINCE EDWARD -
-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

-
- -KING LEWIS XI -
-Why stay we now? These soldiers shall be levied,
-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 a dame of France.
-

Exeunt all but WARWICK

-
- -WARWICK -
-I came from Edward 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.
-Had he 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.
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Exit

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SCENE I. London. The palace.

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-Enter GLOUCESTER, CLARENCE, SOMERSET, and MONTAGUE -
- -GLOUCESTER -
-Now tell me, brother Clarence, what think you
-Of this new marriage with the Lady Grey?
-Hath not our brother made a worthy choice?
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- -CLARENCE -
-Alas, you know, 'tis far from hence to France;
-How could he stay till Warwick made return?
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- -SOMERSET -
-My lords, forbear this talk; here comes the king.
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- -GLOUCESTER -
-And his well-chosen bride.
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- -CLARENCE -
-I mind to tell him plainly what I think.
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Flourish. Enter KING EDWARD IV, attended; QUEEN ELIZABETH, PEMBROKE, STAFFORD, HASTINGS, and others

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- -KING EDWARD IV -
-Now, brother of Clarence, how like you our choice,
-That you stand pensive, as half malcontent?
-
- -CLARENCE -
-As well as Lewis 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.
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- -KING EDWARD IV -
-Suppose they take offence without a cause,
-They are but Lewis and Warwick: I am Edward,
-Your king and Warwick's, and must have my will.
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-And shall have your will, because our king:
-Yet hasty marriage seldom proveth well.
-
- -KING EDWARD IV -
-Yea, brother Richard, are you offended too?
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-Not I:
-No, God forbid that I should wish them sever'd
-Whom God hath join'd together; ay, and 'twere pity
-To sunder them that yoke so well together.
-
- -KING EDWARD IV -
-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.
-
- -CLARENCE -
-Then this is mine opinion: that King Lewis
-Becomes your enemy, for mocking him
-About the marriage of the Lady Bona.
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-And Warwick, doing what you gave in charge,
-Is now dishonoured by this new marriage.
-
- -KING EDWARD IV -
-What if both Lewis and Warwick be appeased
-By such invention as I can devise?
-
- -MONTAGUE -
-Yet, to have join'd with France in such alliance
-Would more have strengthen'd this our commonwealth
-'Gainst foreign storms than any home-bred marriage.
-
- -HASTINGS -
-Why, knows not Montague that of itself
-England is safe, if true within itself?
-
- -MONTAGUE -
-But the safer when 'tis back'd with France.
-
- -HASTINGS -
-'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.
-
- -CLARENCE -
-For this one speech Lord Hastings well deserves
-To have the heir of the Lord Hungerford.
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- -KING EDWARD IV -
-Ay, what of that? it was my will and grant;
-And for this once my will shall stand for law.
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-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.
-
- -CLARENCE -
-Or else you would not have bestow'd the heir
-Of the Lord Bonville on your new wife's son,
-And leave your brothers to go speed elsewhere.
-
- -KING EDWARD IV -
-Alas, poor Clarence! is it for a wife
-That thou art malcontent? I will provide thee.
-
- -CLARENCE -
-In choosing for yourself, you show'd 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.
-
- -KING EDWARD IV -
-Leave me, or tarry, Edward will be king,
-And not be tied unto his brother's will.
-
- -QUEEN ELIZABETH -
-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 and mine,
-So your dislike, to whom I would be pleasing,
-Doth cloud my joys with danger and with sorrow.
-
- -KING EDWARD IV -
-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.
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-[Aside] I hear, yet say not much, but think the more.
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Enter a Post

-
- -KING EDWARD IV -
-Now, messenger, what letters or what news
-From France?
-
- -Post -
-My sovereign liege, no letters; and few words,
-But such as I, without your special pardon,
-Dare not relate.
-
- -KING EDWARD IV -
-Go to, we pardon thee: therefore, in brief,
-Tell me their words as near as thou canst guess them.
-What answer makes King Lewis unto our letters?
-
- -Post -
-At my depart, these were his very words:
-'Go tell false Edward, thy supposed king,
-That Lewis of France is sending over masquers
-To revel it with him and his new bride.'
-
- -KING EDWARD IV -
-Is Lewis so brave? belike he thinks me Henry.
-But what said Lady Bona to my marriage?
-
- -Post -
-These were her words, utter'd with mad disdain:
-'Tell him, in hope he'll prove a widower shortly,
-I'll wear the willow garland for his sake.'
-
- -KING EDWARD IV -
-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.
-
- -Post -
-'Tell him,' quoth she, 'my mourning weeds are done,
-And I am ready to put armour on.'
-
- -KING EDWARD IV -
-Belike she minds to play the Amazon.
-But what said Warwick to these injuries?
-
- -Post -
-He, more incensed against your majesty
-Than all the rest, discharged me with these words:
-'Tell him from me that he hath done me wrong,
-And therefore I'll uncrown him ere't be long.'
-
- -KING EDWARD IV -
-Ha! durst the traitor breathe out so proud words?
-Well I will arm me, being thus forewarn'd:
-They shall have wars and pay for their presumption.
-But say, is Warwick friends with Margaret?
-
- -Post -
-Ay, gracious sovereign; they are so link'd in
-friendship
-That young Prince Edward marries Warwick's daughter.
-
- -CLARENCE -
-Belike 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.
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Exit CLARENCE, and SOMERSET follows

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- -GLOUCESTER -
-[Aside] Not I:
-My thoughts aim at a further matter; I
-Stay not for the love of Edward, but the crown.
-
- -KING EDWARD IV -
-Clarence and Somerset both gone to Warwick!
-Yet am I arm'd 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 already, or quickly will be landed:
-Myself in person will straight follow you.
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Exeunt PEMBROKE and STAFFORD

-But, ere I go, Hastings and Montague,
-Resolve my doubt. You twain, of all the rest,
-Are near to Warwick by blood and by alliance:
-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.
-
- -MONTAGUE -
-So God help Montague as he proves true!
-
- -HASTINGS -
-And Hastings as he favours Edward's cause!
-
- -KING EDWARD IV -
-Now, brother Richard, will you stand by us?
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- -GLOUCESTER -
-Ay, in despite of all that shall withstand you.
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- -KING EDWARD IV -
-Why, so! then am I sure of victory.
-Now therefore let us hence; and lose no hour,
-Till we meet Warwick with his foreign power.
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Exeunt

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SCENE II. A plain in Warwickshire.

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-Enter WARWICK and OXFORD, with French soldiers -
- -WARWICK -
-Trust me, my lord, all hitherto goes well;
-The common people by numbers swarm to us.
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Enter CLARENCE and SOMERSET

-But see where Somerset and Clarence come!
-Speak suddenly, my lords, are we all friends?
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- -CLARENCE -
-Fear not that, my lord.
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- -WARWICK -
-Then, gentle Clarence, welcome unto Warwick;
-And welcome, Somerset: I hold it cowardice
-To rest mistrustful where a noble heart
-Hath pawn'd 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 night's coverture,
-Thy brother being carelessly encamp'd,
-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 sleight and manhood stole to Rhesus' tents,
-And brought from thence the Thracian fatal steeds,
-So we, well cover'd 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 will follow me to 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 Warwick and his friends, God and Saint George!
-

Exeunt

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SCENE III. Edward's camp, near Warwick.

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-Enter three Watchmen, to guard KING EDWARD IV's tent -
- -First Watchman -
-Come on, my masters, each man take his stand:
-The king by this is set him down to sleep.
-
- -Second Watchman -
-What, will he not to bed?
-
- -First Watchman -
-Why, no; for he hath made a solemn vow
-Never to lie and take his natural rest
-Till Warwick or himself be quite suppress'd.
-
- -Second Watchman -
-To-morrow then belike shall be the day,
-If Warwick be so near as men report.
-
- -Third Watchman -
-But say, I pray, what nobleman is that
-That with the king here resteth in his tent?
-
- -First Watchman -
-'Tis the Lord Hastings, the king's chiefest friend.
-
- -Third Watchman -
-O, 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?
-
- -Second Watchman -
-'Tis the more honour, because more dangerous.
-
- -Third Watchman -
-Ay, 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.
-
- -First Watchman -
-Unless our halberds did shut up his passage.
-
- -Second Watchman -
-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

-
- -WARWICK -
-This is his tent; and see where stand his guard.
-Courage, my masters! honour now or never!
-But follow me, and Edward shall be ours.
-
- -First Watchman -
-Who goes there?
-
- -Second Watchman -
-Stay, or thou diest!
-

WARWICK and the rest cry all, 'Warwick! Warwick!' and set upon the Guard, who fly, crying, 'Arm! arm!' WARWICK and the rest following them

-

The drum playing and trumpet sounding, reenter WARWICK, SOMERSET, and the rest, bringing KING EDWARD IV out in his gown, sitting in a chair. RICHARD and HASTINGS fly over the stage

-
- -SOMERSET -
-What are they that fly there?
-
- -WARWICK -
-Richard and Hastings: let them go; here is The duke.
-
- -KING EDWARD IV -
- The duke! Why, Warwick, when we parted,
-Thou call'dst me king.
-
- -WARWICK -
-Ay, but the case is alter'd:
-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?
-
- -KING EDWARD IV -
-Yea, brother of Clarence, are thou here too?
-Nay, then I see that Edward 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 fortune's malice overthrow my state,
-My mind exceeds the compass of her wheel.
-
- -WARWICK -
-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 convey'd
-Unto my brother, Archbishop of York.
-When I have fought with Pembroke and his fellows,
-I'll follow you, and tell what answer
-Lewis and the Lady Bona send to him.
-Now, for a while farewell, good Duke of York.
-

They lead him out forcibly

-
- -KING EDWARD IV -
-What fates impose, that men must needs abide;
-It boots not to resist both wind and tide.
-

Exit, guarded

-
- -OXFORD -
-What now remains, my lords, for us to do
-But march to London with our soldiers?
-
- -WARWICK -
-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.
-

Exeunt

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SCENE IV. London. The palace.

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-Enter QUEEN ELIZABETH and RIVERS -
- -RIVERS -
-Madam, what makes you in this sudden change?
-
- -QUEEN ELIZABETH -
-Why brother Rivers, are you yet to learn
-What late misfortune is befall'n King Edward?
-
- -RIVERS -
-What! loss of some pitch'd battle against Warwick?
-
- -QUEEN ELIZABETH -
-No, but the loss of his own royal person.
-
- -RIVERS -
-Then is my sovereign slain?
-
- -QUEEN ELIZABETH -
-Ay, almost slain, for he is taken prisoner,
-Either betray'd 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.
-
- -RIVERS -
-These news I must confess are full of grief;
-Yet, gracious madam, bear it as you may:
-Warwick may lose, that now hath won the day.
-
- -QUEEN ELIZABETH -
-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.
-
- -RIVERS -
-But, madam, where is Warwick then become?
-
- -QUEEN ELIZABETH -
-I am inform'd that he comes towards London,
-To set the crown once more on Henry's head:
-Guess 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 Warwick take us we are sure to die.
-

Exeunt

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SCENE V. A park near Middleham Castle In Yorkshire.

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-Enter GLOUCESTER, HASTINGS, and STANLEY -
- -GLOUCESTER -
-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 make 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.
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Enter KING EDWARD IV and a Huntsman with him

-
- -Huntsman -
-This way, my lord; for this way lies the game.
-
- -KING EDWARD IV -
-Nay, this way, man: see where the huntsmen stand.
-Now, brother of Gloucester, Lord Hastings, and the rest,
-Stand you thus close, to steal the bishop's deer?
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-Brother, the time and case requireth haste:
-Your horse stands ready at the park-corner.
-
- -KING EDWARD IV -
-But whither shall we then?
-
- -HASTINGS -
-To Lynn, my lord,
-And ship from thence to Flanders.
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-Well guess'd, believe me; for that was my meaning.
-
- -KING EDWARD IV -
-Stanley, I will requite thy forwardness.
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-But wherefore stay we? 'tis no time to talk.
-
- -KING EDWARD IV -
-Huntsman, what say'st thou? wilt thou go along?
-
- -Huntsman -
-Better do so than tarry and be hang'd.
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-Come then, away; let's ha' no more ado.
-
- -KING EDWARD IV -
-Bishop, farewell: shield thee from Warwick's frown;
-And pray that I may repossess the crown.
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SCENE VI. London. The Tower.

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-Flourish. Enter KING HENRY VI, CLARENCE, WARWICK, SOMERSET, HENRY OF RICHMOND, OXFORD, MONTAGUE, and Lieutenant of the Tower -
- -KING HENRY VI -
-Master lieutenant, now that God and friends
-Have shaken Edward from the regal seat,
-And turn'd my captive state to liberty,
-My fear to hope, my sorrows unto joys,
-At our enlargement what are thy due fees?
-
- -Lieutenant -
-Subjects may challenge nothing of their sovereigns;
-But if an humble prayer may prevail,
-I then crave pardon of your majesty.
-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-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'st 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 punish'd 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.
-
- -WARWICK -
-Your grace hath still been famed for 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.
-
- -CLARENCE -
-No, Warwick, thou art worthy of the sway,
-To whom the heavens in thy nativity
-Adjudged an olive branch and laurel crown,
-As likely to be blest in peace and war;
-And therefore I yield thee my free consent.
-
- -WARWICK -
-And I choose Clarence only for protector.
-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-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.
-
- -WARWICK -
-What answers Clarence to his sovereign's will?
-
- -CLARENCE -
-That he consents, if Warwick yield consent;
-For on thy fortune I repose myself.
-
- -WARWICK -
-Why, then, though loath, 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.
-
- -CLARENCE -
-What else? and that succession be determined.
-
- -WARWICK -
-Ay, therein Clarence shall not want his part.
-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-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.
-
- -CLARENCE -
-It shall be done, my sovereign, with all speed.
-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-My Lord of Somerset, what youth is that,
-Of whom you seem to have so tender care?
-
- -SOMERSET -
-My liege, it is young Henry, earl of Richmond.
-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-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.
-His looks are full of peaceful majesty,
-His head by nature framed to wear a crown,
-His hand to wield a sceptre, and himself
-Likely in time to bless a regal throne.
-Make much of him, my lords, for this is he
-Must help you more than you are hurt by me.
-

Enter a Post

-
- -WARWICK -
-What news, my friend?
-
- -Post -
-That Edward is escaped from your brother,
-And fled, as he hears since, to Burgundy.
-
- -WARWICK -
-Unsavoury news! but how made he escape?
-
- -Post -
-He was convey'd by Richard Duke of Gloucester
-And the Lord Hastings, who attended him
-In secret ambush on the forest side
-And from the bishop's huntsmen rescued him;
-For hunting was his daily exercise.
-
- -WARWICK -
-My brother was too careless of his charge.
-But let us hence, my sovereign, to provide
-A salve for any sore that may betide.
-

Exeunt all but SOMERSET, HENRY OF RICHMOND, and OXFORD

-
- -SOMERSET -
-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 't 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 we'll send him hence to Brittany,
-Till storms be past of civil enmity.
-
- -OXFORD -
-Ay, for if Edward repossess the crown,
-'Tis like that Richmond with the rest shall down.
-
- -SOMERSET -
-It shall be so; he shall to Brittany.
-Come, therefore, let's about it speedily.
-

Exeunt

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SCENE VII. Before York.

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-Flourish. Enter KING EDWARD IV, GLOUCESTER, HASTINGS, and Soldiers -
- -KING EDWARD IV -
-Now, brother Richard, Lord Hastings, and the rest,
-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 pass'd and now repass'd the seas
-And brought desired help from Burgundy:
-What then remains, we being thus arrived
-From Ravenspurgh haven before the gates of York,
-But that we enter, as into our dukedom?
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-The gates made fast! Brother, I like not this;
-For many men that stumble at the threshold
-Are well foretold that danger lurks within.
-
- -KING EDWARD IV -
-Tush, man, abodements must not now affright us:
-By fair or foul means we must enter in,
-For hither will our friends repair to us.
-
- -HASTINGS -
-My liege, I'll knock once more to summon them.
-

Enter, on the walls, the Mayor of York, and his Brethren

-
- -Mayor -
-My lords, we were forewarned of your coming,
-And shut the gates for safety of ourselves;
-For now we owe allegiance unto Henry.
-
- -KING EDWARD IV -
-But, master mayor, if Henry be your king,
-Yet Edward at the least is Duke of York.
-
- -Mayor -
-True, my good lord; I know you for no less.
-
- -KING EDWARD IV -
-Why, and I challenge nothing but my dukedom,
-As being well content with that alone.
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-[Aside] But when the fox hath once got in his nose,
-He'll soon find means to make the body follow.
-
- -HASTINGS -
-Why, master mayor, why stand you in a doubt?
-Open the gates; we are King Henry's friends.
-
- -Mayor -
-Ay, say you so? the gates shall then be open'd.
-

They descend

-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-A wise stout captain, and soon persuaded!
-
- -HASTINGS -
-The good old man would fain that all were well,
-So 'twere not 'long of him; but being enter'd,
-I doubt not, I, but we shall soon persuade
-Both him and all his brothers unto reason.
-

Enter the Mayor and two Aldermen, below

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- -KING EDWARD IV -
-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

-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-Brother, this is Sir John Montgomery,
-Our trusty friend, unless I be deceived.
-
- -KING EDWARD IV -
-Welcome, Sir John! But why come you in arms?
-
- -MONTAGUE -
-To help King Edward in his time of storm,
-As every loyal subject ought to do.
-
- -KING EDWARD IV -
-Thanks, good Montgomery; but we now forget
-Our title to the crown and only claim
-Our dukedom till God please to send the rest.
-
- -MONTAGUE -
-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

-
- -KING EDWARD IV -
-Nay, stay, Sir John, awhi le, and we'll debate
-By what safe means the crown may be recover'd.
-
- -MONTAGUE -
-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 be gone
-To keep them back that come to succor you:
-Why shall we fight, if you pretend no title?
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-Why, brother, wherefore stand you on nice points?
-
- -KING EDWARD IV -
-When we grow stronger, then we'll make our claim:
-Till then, 'tis wisdom to conceal our meaning.
-
- -HASTINGS -
-Away with scrupulous wit! now arms must rule.
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-And fearless minds climb soonest unto crowns.
-Brother, we will proclaim you out of hand:
-The bruit thereof will bring you many friends.
-
- -KING EDWARD IV -
-Then be it as you will; for 'tis my right,
-And Henry but usurps the diadem.
-
- -MONTAGUE -
-Ay, now my sovereign speaketh like himself;
-And now will I be Edward's champion.
-
- -HASTINGS -
-Sound trumpet; Edward shall be here proclaim'd:
-Come, fellow-soldier, make thou proclamation.
-

Flourish

-
- -Soldier -
-Edward the Fourth, by the grace of God, king of
-England and France, and lord of Ireland, & c.
-
- -MONTAGUE -
-And whosoe'er gainsays King Edward's right,
-By this I challenge him to single fight.
-

Throws down his gauntlet

-
- -All -
-Long live Edward the Fourth!
-
- -KING EDWARD IV -
-Thanks, brave Montgomery; and thanks unto you all:
-If fortune serve me, I'll requite this kindness.
-Now, for this night, let's harbour here in York;
-And when the morning sun shall raise his car
-Above the border of this horizon,
-We'll forward towards Warwick and his mates;
-For well I wot that Henry is no soldier.
-Ah, froward 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.
-

Exeunt

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SCENE VIII. London. The palace.

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-Flourish. Enter KING HENRY VI, WARWICK, MONTAGUE, CLARENCE, EXETER, and OXFORD -
- -WARWICK -
-What counsel, lords? Edward from Belgia,
-With hasty Germans and blunt Hollanders,
-Hath pass'd in safety through the narrow seas,
-And with his troops doth march amain to London;
-And many giddy people flock to him.
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- -KING HENRY VI -
-Let's levy men, and beat him back again.
-
- -CLARENCE -
-A little fire is quickly trodden out;
-Which, being suffer'd, rivers cannot quench.
-
- -WARWICK -
-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 command'st:
-And thou, brave Oxford, wondrous well beloved,
-In Oxfordshire shalt muster up thy friends.
-My sovereign, with the loving citizens,
-Like to his island girt in with the ocean,
-Or modest Dian circled with her nymphs,
-Shall rest in London till we come to him.
-Fair lords, take leave and stand not to reply.
-Farewell, my sovereign.
-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-Farewell, my Hector, and my Troy's true hope.
-
- -CLARENCE -
-In sign of truth, I kiss your highness' hand.
-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-Well-minded Clarence, be thou fortunate!
-
- -MONTAGUE -
-Comfort, my lord; and so I take my leave.
-
- -OXFORD -
-And thus I seal my truth, and bid adieu.
-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-Sweet Oxford, and my loving Montague,
-And all at once, once more a happy farewell.
-
- -WARWICK -
-Farewell, sweet lords: let's meet at Coventry.
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Exeunt all but KING HENRY VI and EXETER

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- -KING HENRY VI -
-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.
-
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-The doubt is that he will seduce the rest.
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- -KING HENRY VI -
-That's not my fear; my meed hath got me fame:
-I have not stopp'd mine ears to their demands,
-Nor posted off their suits with slow delays;
-My pity hath been balm to heal their wounds,
-My mildness hath allay'd their swelling griefs,
-My mercy dried their water-flowing tears;
-I have not been desirous of their wealth,
-Nor much oppress'd them with great subsidies.
-Nor forward of revenge, though they much err'd:
-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.
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Shout within. 'A Lancaster! A Lancaster!'

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-Hark, hark, my lord! what shouts are these?
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Enter KING EDWARD IV, GLOUCESTER, and soldiers

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- -KING EDWARD IV -
-Seize on 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:
-Now stops thy spring; my sea sha$l suck them dry,
-And swell so much the higher by their ebb.
-Hence with him to the Tower; let him not speak.
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Exeunt some with KING HENRY VI

-And, lords, towards Coventry bend we our course
-Where peremptory Warwick now remains:
-The sun shines hot; and, if we use delay,
-Cold biting winter mars our hoped-for hay.
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- -GLOUCESTER -
-Away betimes, before his forces join,
-And take the great-grown traitor unawares:
-Brave warriors, march amain towards Coventry.
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SCENE I. Coventry.

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Enter WARWICK, the Mayor of Coventry, two Messengers, and others upon the walls
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WARWICK -

Where is the post that came from valiant Oxford?
-How far hence is thy lord, mine honest fellow?
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First Messenger -

By this at Dunsmore, marching hitherward.
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WARWICK -

How far off is our brother Montague?
-Where is the post that came from Montague?
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Second Messenger -

By this at Daintry, with a puissant troop.
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Enter SIR JOHN SOMERVILLE
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WARWICK -

Say, Somerville, what says my loving son?
-And, by thy guess, how nigh is Clarence now?
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SOMERSET -

At Southam I did leave him with his forces,
-And do expect him here some two hours hence.
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Drum heard
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WARWICK -

Then Clarence is at hand, I hear his drum.
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SOMERSET -

It is not his, my lord; here Southam lies:
-The drum your honour hears marcheth from Warwick.
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WARWICK -

Who should that be? belike, unlook'd-for friends.
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SOMERSET -

They are at hand, and you shall quickly know.
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March: flourish. Enter KING EDWARD IV, GLOUCESTER, and soldiers
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KING EDWARD IV -

Go, trumpet, to the walls, and sound a parle.
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GLOUCESTER -

See how the surly Warwick mans the wall!
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WARWICK -

O unbid spite! is sportful Edward come?
-Where slept our scouts, or how are they seduced,
-That we could hear no news of his repair?
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KING EDWARD IV -

Now, Warwick, wilt thou ope the city gates,
-Speak gentle words and humbly bend thy knee,
-Call Edward king and at his hands beg mercy?
-And he shall pardon thee these outrages.
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WARWICK -

Nay, rather, wilt thou draw thy forces hence,
-Confess who set thee up and pluck'd thee own,
-Call Warwick patron and be penitent?
-And thou shalt still remain the Duke of York.
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GLOUCESTER -

I thought, at least, he would have said the king;
-Or did he make the jest against his will?
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WARWICK -

Is not a dukedom, sir, a goodly gift?
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GLOUCESTER -

Ay, by my faith, for a poor earl to give:
-I'll do thee service for so good a gift.
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WARWICK -

'Twas I that gave the kingdom to thy brother.
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KING EDWARD IV -

Why then 'tis mine, if but by Warwick's gift.
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WARWICK -

Thou art no Atlas for so great a weight:
-And weakling, Warwick takes his gift again;
-And Henry is my king, Warwick his subject.
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KING EDWARD IV -

But Warwick's king is Edward's prisoner:
-And, gallant Warwick, do but answer this:
-What is the body when the head is off?
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GLOUCESTER -

Alas, that Warwick had no more forecast,
-But, whiles he thought to steal the single ten,
-The king was slily finger'd from the deck!
-You left poor Henry at the Bishop's palace,
-And, ten to one, you'll meet him in the Tower.
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EDWARD -

'Tis even so; yet you are Warwick still.
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GLOUCESTER -

Come, Warwick, take the time; kneel down, kneel down:
-Nay, when? strike now, or else the iron cools.
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WARWICK -

I had rather chop this hand off at a blow,
-And with the other fling it at thy face,
-Than bear so low a sail, to strike to thee.
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KING EDWARD IV -

Sail how thou canst, have wind and tide thy friend,
-This hand, fast wound about thy coal-black hair
-Shall, whiles thy head is warm and new cut off,
-Write in the dust this sentence with thy blood,
-'Wind-changing Warwick now can change no more.'
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Enter OXFORD, with drum and colours
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WARWICK -

O cheerful colours! see where Oxford comes!
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OXFORD -

Oxford, Oxford, for Lancaster!
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He and his forces enter the city
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GLOUCESTER -

The gates are open, let us enter too.
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KING EDWARD IV -

So other foes may set upon our backs.
-Stand we in good array; for they no doubt
-Will issue out again and bid us battle:
-If not, the city being but of small defence,
-We'll quickly rouse the traitors in the same.
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WARWICK -

O, welcome, Oxford! for we want thy help.
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Enter MONTAGUE with drum and colours
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MONTAGUE -

Montague, Montague, for Lancaster!
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He and his forces enter the city
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GLOUCESTER -

Thou and thy brother both shall buy this treason
-Even with the dearest blood your bodies bear.
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KING EDWARD IV -

The harder match'd, the greater victory:
-My mind presageth happy gain and conquest.
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Enter SOMERSET, with drum and colours
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SOMERSET -

Somerset, Somerset, for Lancaster!
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He and his forces enter the city
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GLOUCESTER -

Two of thy name, both Dukes of Somerset,
-Have sold their lives unto the house of York;
-And thou shalt be the third if this sword hold.
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Enter CLARENCE, with drum and colours
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WARWICK -

And lo, where George of Clarence sweeps along,
-Of force enough to bid his brother battle;
-With whom an upright zeal to right prevails
-More than the nature of a brother's love!
-Come, Clarence, come; thou wilt, if Warwick call.
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CLARENCE -

Father of Warwick, know you what this means?
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Taking his red rose out of his hat
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-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, wheresoe'er I meet thee--
-As 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.
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KING EDWARD IV -

Now welcome more, and ten times more beloved,
-Than if thou never hadst deserved our hate.
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GLOUCESTER -

Welcome, good Clarence; this is brotherlike.
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WARWICK -

O passing traitor, perjured and unjust!
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KING EDWARD IV -

What, Warwick, wilt thou leave the town and fight?
-Or shall we beat the stones about thine ears?
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WARWICK -

Alas, I am not coop'd here for defence!
-I will away towards Barnet presently,
-And bid thee battle, Edward, if thou darest.
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KING EDWARD IV -

Yes, Warwick, Edward dares, and leads the way.
-Lords, to the field; Saint George and victory!
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SCENE II. A field of battle near Barnet.

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Alarum and excursions. Enter KING EDWARD IV, bringing forth WARWICK wounded
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KING EDWARD IV -

So, lie thou there: die thou, and die our fear;
-For Warwick was a bug that fear'd us all.
-Now, Montague, sit fast; I seek for thee,
-That Warwick's bones may keep thine company.
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Exit
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WARWICK -

Ah, who is nigh? come to me, friend or foe,
-And tell me who is victor, York or Warwick?
-Why ask I that? my mangled body shows,
-My blood, my want of strength, my sick heart shows.
-That I must yield my body to the earth
-And, by my fall, the conquest to my foe.
-Thus yields the cedar to the axe's edge,
-Whose arms gave shelter to the princely eagle,
-Under whose shade the ramping lion slept,
-Whose top-branch overpeer'd Jove's spreading tree
-And kept low shrubs from winter's powerful wind.
-These eyes, that now are dimm'd with death's black veil,
-Have been as piercing as the mid-day sun,
-To search the secret treasons of the world:
-The wrinkles in my brows, now filled with blood,
-Were liken'd oft to kingly sepulchres;
-For who lived king, but I could dig his grave?
-And who durst mine when Warwick bent his brow?
-Lo, now my glory smear'd in dust and blood!
-My parks, my walks, my manors that I had.
-Even now forsake me, and of all my lands
-Is nothing left me but my body's length.
-Why, what is pomp, rule, reign, but earth and dust?
-And, live we how we can, yet die we must.
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SOMERSET -

Ah, Warwick, Warwick! wert thou as we are.
-We might recover all our loss again;
-The queen from France hath brought a puissant power:
-Even now we heard the news: ah, could'st thou fly!
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WARWICK -

Why, then I would not fly. Ah, Montague,
-If thou be there, sweet brother, take my hand.
-And with thy lips keep in my soul awhile!
-Thou lovest me not; for, brother, if thou didst,
-Thy tears would wash this cold congealed blood
-That glues my lips and will not let me speak.
-Come quickly, Montague, or I am dead.
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SOMERSET -

Ah, Warwick! Montague hath breathed his last;
-And to the latest gasp cried out for Warwick,
-And said 'Commend me to my valiant brother.'
-And more he would have said, and more he spoke,
-Which sounded like a clamour in a vault,
-That mought not be distinguished; but at last
-I well might hear, delivered with a groan,
-'O, farewell, Warwick!'
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WARWICK -

Sweet rest his soul! Fly, lords, and save yourselves;
-For Warwick bids you all farewell to meet in heaven.
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Dies
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OXFORD -

Away, away, to meet the queen's great power!
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SCENE III. Another part of the field.

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Flourish. Enter KING EDWARD IV in triumph; with GLOUCESTER, CLARENCE, and the rest
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KING EDWARD IV -

Thus far our fortune keeps an upward course,
-And we are graced with wreaths of victory.
-But, in the midst of this bright-shining day,
-I spy a black, suspicious, threatening cloud,
-That will encounter with our glorious sun,
-Ere he attain his easeful western bed:
-I mean, my lords, those powers that the queen
-Hath raised in Gallia have arrived our coast
-And, as we hear, march on to fight with us.
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CLARENCE -

A little gale will soon disperse that cloud
-And blow it to the source from whence it came:
-The very beams will dry those vapours up,
-For every cloud engenders not a storm.
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GLOUCESTER -

The queen is valued thirty thousand strong,
-And Somerset, with Oxford fled to her:
-If she have time to breathe be well assured
-Her faction will be full as strong as ours.
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KING EDWARD IV -

We are advertised by our loving friends
-That they do hold their course toward Tewksbury:
-We, having now the best at Barnet field,
-Will thither straight, for willingness rids way;
-And, as we march, our strength will be augmented
-In every county as we go along.
-Strike up the drum; cry 'Courage!' and away.
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SCENE IV. Plains near Teaksbury.

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QUEEN MARGARET -

Great lords, wise men ne'er sit and wail their loss,
-But cheerly seek how to redress their harms.
-What though the mast be now blown overboard,
-The cable broke, the holding-anchor lost,
-And half our sailors swallow'd in the flood?
-Yet lives our pilot still. Is't meet that he
-Should leave the helm and 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 saved?
-Ah, what a shame! ah, what a fault were this!
-Say Warwick was our anchor; what of that?
-And Montague our topmost; what of him?
-Our slaughter'd friends the tackles; what of these?
-Why, is not Oxford here another anchor?
-And Somerset another goodly mast?
-The friends of France our shrouds and tacklings?
-And, though unskilful, why not Ned and I
-For once allow'd the skilful pilot's 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
-'Twere childish weakness to lament or fear.
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PRINCE EDWARD -

Methinks a woman of this valiant spirit
-Should, if a coward heard her speak these words,
-Infuse his breast with magnanimity
-And make him, naked, foil a man at arms.
-I speak not this as doubting any here
-For did I but suspect a fearful man
-He should have leave to go away betimes,
-Lest in our need he might 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.
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OXFORD -

Women and children of so high a courage,
-And warriors faint! why, 'twere perpetual shame.
-O brave young prince! thy famous grandfather
-Doth live again in thee: long mayst thou live
-To bear his image and renew his glories!
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SOMERSET -

And he that will not fight for such a hope.
-Go home to bed, and like the owl by day,
-If he arise, be mock'd and wonder'd at.
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QUEEN MARGARET -

Thanks, gentle Somerset; sweet Oxford, thanks.
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PRINCE EDWARD -

And take his thanks that yet hath nothing else.
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Messenger -

Prepare you, lords, for Edward is at hand.
-Ready to fight; therefore be resolute.
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OXFORD -

I thought no less: it is his policy
-To haste thus fast, to find us unprovided.
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SOMERSET -

But he's deceived; we are in readiness.
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QUEEN MARGARET -

This cheers my heart, to see your forwardness.
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OXFORD -

Here pitch our battle; hence we will not budge.
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KING EDWARD IV -

Brave followers, yonder stands the thorny wood,
-Which, by the heavens' assistance and your strength,
-Must by the roots be hewn up yet ere night.
-I need not add more fuel to your fire,
-For well I wot ye blaze to burn them out
-Give signal to the fight, and to it, lords!
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QUEEN MARGARET -

Lords, knights, and gentlemen, what I should say
-My tears gainsay; for every word I speak,
-Ye see, I drink the water of mine eyes.
-Therefore, no more but this: Henry, your sovereign,
-Is prisoner to the foe; his state usurp'd,
-His realm a slaughter-house, his subjects slain,
-His statutes cancell'd and his treasure spent;
-And yonder is the wolf that makes this spoil.
-You fight in justice: then, in God's name, lords,
-Be valiant and give signal to the fight.
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Flourish. Enter KING EDWARD IV, GLOUCESTER, CLARENCE, and soldiers; with QUEEN MARGARET, OXFORD, and SOMERSET, prisoners
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KING EDWARD IV -

Now here a period of tumultuous broils.
-Away with Oxford to Hames Castle straight:
-For Somerset, off with his guilty head.
-Go, bear them hence; I will not hear them speak.
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OXFORD -

For my part, I'll not trouble thee with words.
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SOMERSET -

Nor I, but stoop with patience to my fortune.
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QUEEN MARGARET -

So part we sadly in this troublous world,
-To meet with joy in sweet Jerusalem.
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KING EDWARD IV -

Is proclamation made, that who finds Edward
-Shall have a high reward, and he his life?
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GLOUCESTER -

It is: and lo, where youthful Edward comes!
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KING EDWARD IV -

Bring forth the gallant, let us hear him speak.
-What! can so young a thorn begin to prick?
-Edward, what satisfaction canst thou make
-For bearing arms, for stirring up my subjects,
-And all the trouble thou hast turn'd me to?
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PRINCE EDWARD -

Speak like a subject, proud ambitious York!
-Suppose that I am now my father's mouth;
-Resign thy chair, and where I stand kneel thou,
-Whilst I propose the selfsame words to thee,
-Which traitor, thou wouldst have me answer to.
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QUEEN MARGARET -

Ah, that thy father had been so resolved!
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GLOUCESTER -

That you might still have worn the petticoat,
-And ne'er have stol'n the breech from Lancaster.
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PRINCE EDWARD -

Let AEsop fable in a winter's night;
-His currish riddles sort not with this place.
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GLOUCESTER -

By heaven, brat, I'll plague ye for that word.
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QUEEN MARGARET -

Ay, thou wast born to be a plague to men.
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GLOUCESTER -

For God's sake, take away this captive scold.
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PRINCE EDWARD -

Nay, take away this scolding crookback rather.
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KING EDWARD IV -

Peace, wilful boy, or I will charm your tongue.
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CLARENCE -

Untutor'd lad, thou art too malapert.
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PRINCE EDWARD -

I know my duty; you are all undutiful:
-Lascivious Edward, and thou perjured George,
-And thou mis-shapen Dick, I tell ye all
-I am your better, traitors as ye are:
-And thou usurp'st my father's right and mine.
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KING EDWARD IV -

Take that, thou likeness of this railer here.
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Stabs him
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GLOUCESTER -

Sprawl'st thou? take that, to end thy agony.
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Stabs him
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CLARENCE -

And there's for twitting me with perjury.
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Stabs him
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QUEEN MARGARET -

O, kill me too!
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GLOUCESTER -

Marry, and shall.
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Offers to kill her
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KING EDWARD IV -

Hold, Richard, hold; for we have done too much.
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GLOUCESTER -

Why should she live, to fill the world with words?
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KING EDWARD IV -

What, doth she swoon? use means for her recovery.
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GLOUCESTER -

Clarence, excuse me to the king my brother;
-I'll hence to London on a serious matter:
-Ere ye come there, be sure to hear some news.
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CLARENCE -

What? what?
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GLOUCESTER -

The Tower, the Tower.
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Exit
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QUEEN MARGARET -

O Ned, sweet Ned! speak to thy mother, boy!
-Canst thou not speak? O traitors! murderers!
-They that stabb'd Caesar shed no blood at all,
-Did not offend, nor were not worthy blame,
-If this foul deed were by to equal it:
-He was a man; this, in respect, a child:
-And men ne'er spend their fury on a child.
-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 stirr'd up remorse:
-But if you ever chance to have a child,
-Look in his youth to have him so cut off
-As, deathmen, you have rid this sweet young prince!
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KING EDWARD IV -

Away with her; go, bear her hence perforce.
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QUEEN MARGARET -

Nay, never bear me hence, dispatch me here,
-Here sheathe thy sword, I'll pardon thee my death:
-What, wilt thou not? then, Clarence, do it thou.
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CLARENCE -

By heaven, I will not do thee so much ease.
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QUEEN MARGARET -

Good Clarence, do; sweet Clarence, do thou do it.
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CLARENCE -

Didst thou not hear me swear I would not do it?
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QUEEN MARGARET -

Ay, but thou usest to forswear thyself:
-'Twas sin before, but now 'tis charity.
-What, wilt thou not? Where is that devil's butcher,
-Hard-favour'd Richard? Richard, where art thou?
-Thou art not here: murder is thy alms-deed;
-Petitioners for blood thou ne'er put'st back.
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KING EDWARD IV -

Away, I say; I charge ye, bear her hence.
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QUEEN MARGARET -

So come to you and yours, as to this Prince!
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Exit, led out forcibly
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KING EDWARD IV -

Where's Richard gone?
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CLARENCE -

To London, all in post; and, as I guess,
-To make a bloody supper in the Tower.
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KING EDWARD IV -

He's sudden, if a thing comes in his head.
-Now march we hence: discharge the common sort
-With pay and thanks, and let's away to London
-And see our gentle queen how well she fares:
-By this, I hope, she hath a son for me.
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SCENE VI. London. The Tower.

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Enter KING HENRY VI and GLOUCESTER, with the Lieutenant, on the walls
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GLOUCESTER -

Good day, my lord. What, at your book so hard?
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KING HENRY VI -

Ay, my good lord:--my lord, I should say rather;
-'Tis sin to flatter; 'good' was little better:
-'Good Gloucester' and 'good devil' were alike,
-And both preposterous; therefore, not 'good lord.'
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GLOUCESTER -

Sirrah, leave us to ourselves: we must confer.
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Exit Lieutenant
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KING HENRY VI -

So flies the reckless shepherd from the wolf;
-So first the harmless sheep doth yield his fleece
-And next his throat unto the butcher's knife.
-What scene of death hath Roscius now to act?
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GLOUCESTER -

Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind;
-The thief doth fear each bush an officer.
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KING HENRY VI -

The bird that hath been limed in a bush,
-With trembling wings misdoubteth every bush;
-And I, the hapless male to one sweet bird,
-Have now the fatal object in my eye
-Where my poor young was limed, was caught and kill'd.
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GLOUCESTER -

Why, what a peevish fool was that of Crete,
-That taught his son the office of a fowl!
-An yet, for all his wings, the fool was drown'd.
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KING HENRY VI -

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

Think'st thou I am an executioner?
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KING HENRY VI -

A persecutor, I am sure, thou art:
-If murdering innocents be executing,
-Why, then thou art an executioner.
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GLOUCESTER -

Thy son I kill'd for his presumption.
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KING HENRY VI -

Hadst thou been kill'd when first thou didst presume,
-Thou hadst not lived to kill a son of mine.
-And thus I prophesy, that many a thousand,
-Which now mistrust no parcel of my fear,
-And many an old man's sigh and many a widow's,
-And many an orphan's water-standing eye--
-Men for their sons, wives for their husbands,
-And orphans for their parents timeless death--
-Shall rue the hour that ever thou wast born.
-The owl shriek'd at thy birth,--an evil sign;
-The night-crow cried, aboding luckless time;
-Dogs howl'd, and hideous tempest shook down trees;
-The raven rook'd her on the chimney's top,
-And chattering pies in dismal discords 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 camest to bite the world:
-And, if the rest be true which I have heard,
-Thou camest--
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GLOUCESTER -

I'll hear no more: die, prophet in thy speech:
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Stabs him
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-For this amongst the rest, was I ordain'd.
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KING HENRY VI -

Ay, and for much more slaughter after this.
-God forgive my sins, and pardon thee!
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Dies
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GLOUCESTER -

What, will the aspiring blood of Lancaster
-Sink in the ground? I thought it would have mounted.
-See how my sword weeps for the poor king's death!
-O, may such purple tears be alway shed
-From those that wish the downfall of our house!
-If any spark of life be yet remaining,
-Down, down to hell; and say I sent thee thither:
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Stabs him again
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-I, 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 their ruin that usurp'd our right?
-The midwife wonder'd 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 make crook'd my mind to answer it.
-I have no brother, I am like no brother;
-And this word 'love,' which graybeards 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 buz 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.
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SCENE VII. London. The palace.

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Flourish. Enter KING EDWARD IV, QUEEN ELIZABETH, CLARENCE, GLOUCESTER, HASTINGS, a Nurse with the young Prince, and Attendants
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KING EDWARD IV -

Once more we sit in England's royal throne,
-Re-purchased with the blood of enemies.
-What valiant foemen, like to autumn's corn,
-Have we mow'd down, in tops of all their pride!
-Three Dukes of Somerset, threefold renown'd
-For hardy and undoubted champions;
-Two Cliffords, as the father and the son,
-And two Northumberlands; two braver men
-Ne'er spurr'd their coursers at the trumpet's sound;
-With them, the two brave bears, Warwick and Montague,
-That in their chains fetter'd the kingly lion
-And made the forest tremble when they roar'd.
-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 armours watch'd the winter's night,
-Went all afoot in summer's scalding heat,
-That thou mightst repossess the crown in peace;
-And of our labours thou shalt reap the gain.
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GLOUCESTER -

[Aside] I'll blast his harvest, if your head were laid;
-For yet I am not look'd on in the world.
-This shoulder was ordain'd so thick to heave;
-And heave it shall some weight, or break my back:
-Work thou the way,--and thou shalt execute.
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KING EDWARD IV -

Clarence and Gloucester, love my lovely queen;
-And kiss your princely nephew, brothers both.
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CLARENCE -

The duty that I owe unto your majesty
-I seal upon the lips of this sweet babe.
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QUEEN ELIZABETH -

Thanks, noble Clarence; worthy brother, thanks.
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GLOUCESTER -

And, that I love the tree from whence thou sprang'st,
-Witness the loving kiss I give the fruit.
- [Aside] To say the truth, so Judas kiss'd his master,
-And cried 'all hail!' when as he meant all harm.
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KING EDWARD IV -

Now am I seated as my soul delights,
-Having my country's peace and brothers' loves.
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CLARENCE -

What will your grace have done with Margaret?
-Reignier, her father, to the king of France
-Hath pawn'd the Sicils and Jerusalem,
-And hither have they sent it for her ransom.
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KING EDWARD IV -

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 drums and trumpets! farewell sour annoy!
-For here, I hope, begins our lasting joy.
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ACT I

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SCENE I. London. The Parliament-house.

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-Alarum. Enter YORK, EDWARD, RICHARD, NORFOLK, MONTAGUE, WARWICK, and Soldiers -
- -WARWICK -
-I wonder how the king escaped our hands.
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- -YORK -
-While we pursued the horsemen of the north,
-He slily stole away and left his men:
-Whereat the great Lord of Northumberland,
-Whose warlike ears could never brook retreat,
-Cheer'd 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.
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- -EDWARD -
-Lord Stafford's father, Duke of Buckingham,
-Is either slain or wounded dangerously;
-I cleft his beaver with a downright blow:
-That this is true, father, behold his blood.
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- -MONTAGUE -
-And, brother, here's the Earl of Wiltshire's blood,
-Whom I encounter'd as the battles join'd.
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- -RICHARD -
-Speak thou for me and tell them what I did.
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Throwing down SOMERSET's head

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- -YORK -
-Richard hath best deserved of all my sons.
-But is your grace dead, my Lord of Somerset?
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- -NORFOLK -
-Such hope have all the line of John of Gaunt!
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- -RICHARD -
-Thus do I hope to shake King Henry's head.
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- -WARWICK -
-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 heirs'
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- -YORK -
-Assist me, then, sweet Warwick, and I will;
-For hither we have broken in by force.
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- -NORFOLK -
-We'll all assist you; he that flies shall die.
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- -YORK -
-Thanks, gentle Norfolk: stay by me, my lords;
-And, soldiers, stay and lodge by me this night.
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They go up

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- -WARWICK -
-And when the king comes, offer no violence,
-Unless he seek to thrust you out perforce.
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- -YORK -
-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.
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- -RICHARD -
-Arm'd as we are, let's stay within this house.
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- -WARWICK -
-The bloody parliament shall this be call'd,
-Unless Plantagenet, Duke of York, be king,
-And bashful Henry deposed, whose cowardice
-Hath made us by-words to our enemies.
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- -YORK -
-Then leave me not, my lords; be resolute;
-I mean to take possession of my right.
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- -WARWICK -
-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.
-I'll plant Plantagenet, root him up who dares:
-Resolve thee, Richard; claim the English crown.
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Flourish. Enter KING HENRY VI, CLIFFORD, NORTHUMBERLAND, WESTMORELAND, EXETER, and the rest

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- -KING HENRY VI -
-My lords, look where the sturdy rebel sits,
-Even in the chair of state: belike he means,
-Back'd by the power of Warwick, that false peer,
-To aspire unto the crown and reign as king.
-Earl of Northumberland, he slew thy father.
-And thine, Lord Clifford; and you both have vow'd revenge
-On him, his sons, his favourites and his friends.
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- -NORTHUMBERLAND -
-If I be not, heavens be revenged on me!
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- -CLIFFORD -
-The hope thereof makes Clifford mourn in steel.
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- -WESTMORELAND -
-What, shall we suffer this? let's pluck him down:
-My heart for anger burns; I cannot brook it.
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- -KING HENRY VI -
-Be patient, gentle Earl of Westmoreland.
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- -CLIFFORD -
-Patience is for poltroons, 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.
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- -NORTHUMBERLAND -
-Well hast thou spoken, cousin: be it so.
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- -KING HENRY VI -
-Ah, know you not the city favours them,
-And they have troops of soldiers at their beck?
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- -EXETER -
-But when the duke is slain, they'll quickly fly.
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- -KING HENRY VI -
-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.
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- -YORK -
-I am thine.
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- -EXETER -
-For shame, come down: he made thee Duke of York.
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- -YORK -
-'Twas my inheritance, as the earldom was.
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- -EXETER -
-Thy father was a traitor to the crown.
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- -WARWICK -
-Exeter, thou art a traitor to the crown
-In following this usurping Henry.
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- -CLIFFORD -
-Whom should he follow but his natural king?
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- -WARWICK -
-True, Clifford; and that's Richard Duke of York.
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- -KING HENRY VI -
-And shall I stand, and thou sit in my throne?
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- -YORK -
-It must and shall be so: content thyself.
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- -WARWICK -
-Be Duke of Lancaster; let him be king.
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- -WESTMORELAND -
-He is both king and Duke of Lancaster;
-And that the Lord of Westmoreland shall maintain.
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- -WARWICK -
-And Warwick shall disprove it. You forget
-That we are those which chased you from the field
-And slew your fathers, and with colours spread
-March'd through the city to the palace gates.
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- -NORTHUMBERLAND -
-Yes, Warwick, I remember it to my grief;
-And, by his soul, thou and thy house shall rue it.
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- -WESTMORELAND -
-Plantagenet, of thee and these thy sons,
-Thy kinsman and thy friends, I'll have more lives
-Than drops of blood were in my father's veins.
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- -CLIFFORD -
-Urge it no more; lest that, instead of words,
-I send thee, Warwick, such a messenger
-As shall revenge his death before I stir.
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- -WARWICK -
-Poor Clifford! how I scorn his worthless threats!
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- -YORK -
-Will you we show our title to the crown?
-If not, our swords shall plead it in the field.
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- -KING HENRY VI -
-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 the Fifth,
-Who made the Dauphin and the French to stoop
-And seized upon their towns and provinces.
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- -WARWICK -
-Talk not of France, sith thou hast lost it all.
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- -KING HENRY VI -
-The lord protector lost it, and not I:
-When I was crown'd I was but nine months old.
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- -RICHARD -
-You are old enough now, and yet, methinks, you lose.
-Father, tear the crown from the usurper's head.
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- -EDWARD -
-Sweet father, do so; set it on your head.
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- -MONTAGUE -
-Good brother, as thou lovest and honourest arms,
-Let's fight it out and not stand cavilling thus.
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- -RICHARD -
-Sound drums and trumpets, and the king will fly.
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- -YORK -
-Sons, peace!
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- -KING HENRY VI -
-Peace, thou! and give King Henry leave to speak.
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- -WARWICK -
-Plantagenet shall speak first: hear him, lords;
-And be you silent and attentive too,
-For he that interrupts him shall not live.
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- -KING HENRY VI -
-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;
-Ay, and their colours, often borne 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.
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- -WARWICK -
-Prove it, Henry, and thou shalt be king.
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- -KING HENRY VI -
-Henry the Fourth by conquest got the crown.
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- -YORK -
-'Twas by rebellion against his king.
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- -KING HENRY VI -
-[Aside] I know not what to say; my title's weak.--
-Tell me, may not a king adopt an heir?
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- -YORK -
-What then?
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- -KING HENRY VI -
-An if he may, then am I lawful king;
-For Richard, in the view of many lords,
-Resign'd the crown to Henry the Fourth,
-Whose heir my father was, and I am his.
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- -YORK -
-He rose against him, being his sovereign,
-And made him to resign his crown perforce.
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- -WARWICK -
-Suppose, my lords, he did it unconstrain'd,
-Think you 'twere prejudicial to his crown?
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- -EXETER -
-No; for he could not so resign his crown
-But that the next heir should succeed and reign.
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- -KING HENRY VI -
-Art thou against us, Duke of Exeter?
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- -EXETER -
-His is the right, and therefore pardon me.
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- -YORK -
-Why whisper you, my lords, and answer not?
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- -EXETER -
-My conscience tells me he is lawful king.
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- -KING HENRY VI -
-[Aside] All will revolt from me, and turn to him.
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- -NORTHUMBERLAND -
-Plantagenet, for all the claim thou lay'st,
-Think not that Henry shall be so deposed.
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- -WARWICK -
-Deposed he shall be, in despite of all.
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- -NORTHUMBERLAND -
-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.
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- -CLIFFORD -
-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!
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- -KING HENRY VI -
-O Clifford, how thy words revive my heart!
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- -YORK -
-Henry of Lancaster, resign thy crown.
-What mutter you, or what conspire you, lords?
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- -WARWICK -
-Do right unto this princely Duke of York,
-Or I will fill the house with armed men,
-And over the chair of state, where now he sits,
-Write up his title with usurping blood.
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He stamps with his foot and the soldiers show themselves

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- -KING HENRY VI -
-My Lord of Warwick, hear me but one word:
-Let me for this my life-time reign as king.
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- -YORK -
-Confirm the crown to me and to mine heirs,
-And thou shalt reign in quiet while thou livest.
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- -KING HENRY VI -
-I am content: Richard Plantagenet,
-Enjoy the kingdom after my decease.
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- -CLIFFORD -
-What wrong is this unto the prince your son!
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- -WARWICK -
-What good is this to England and himself!
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- -WESTMORELAND -
-Base, fearful and despairing Henry!
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- -CLIFFORD -
-How hast thou injured both thyself and us!
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- -WESTMORELAND -
-I cannot stay to hear these articles.
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- -NORTHUMBERLAND -
-Nor I.
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- -CLIFFORD -
-Come, cousin, let us tell the queen these news.
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- -WESTMORELAND -
-Farewell, faint-hearted and degenerate king,
-In whose cold blood no spark of honour bides.
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- -NORTHUMBERLAND -
-Be thou a prey unto the house of York,
-And die in bands for this unmanly deed!
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- -CLIFFORD -
-In dreadful war mayst thou be overcome,
-Or live in peace abandon'd and despised!
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Exeunt NORTHUMBERLAND, CLIFFORD, and WESTMORELAND

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- -WARWICK -
-Turn this way, Henry, and regard them not.
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- -EXETER -
-They seek revenge and therefore will not yield.
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- -KING HENRY VI -
-Ah, Exeter!
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- -WARWICK -
- Why should you sigh, my lord?
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- -KING HENRY VI -
-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.
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- -YORK -
-This oath I willingly take and will perform.
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- -WARWICK -
-Long live King Henry! Plantagenet embrace him.
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- -KING HENRY VI -
-And long live thou and these thy forward sons!
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- -YORK -
-Now York and Lancaster are reconciled.
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- -EXETER -
-Accursed be he that seeks to make them foes!
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Sennet. Here they come down

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- -YORK -
-Farewell, my gracious lord; I'll to my castle.
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- -WARWICK -
-And I'll keep London with my soldiers.
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- -NORFOLK -
-And I to Norfolk with my followers.
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- -MONTAGUE -
-And I unto the sea from whence I came.
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Exeunt YORK, EDWARD, EDMUND, GEORGE, RICHARD, WARWICK, NORFOLK, MONTAGUE, their Soldiers, and Attendants

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- -KING HENRY VI -
-And I, with grief and sorrow, to the court.
-

Enter QUEEN MARGARET and PRINCE EDWARD

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- -EXETER -
-Here comes the queen, whose looks bewray her anger:
-I'll steal away.
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- -KING HENRY VI -
- Exeter, so will I.
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- -QUEEN MARGARET -
-Nay, go not from me; I will follow thee.
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- -KING HENRY VI -
-Be patient, gentle queen, and I will stay.
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- -QUEEN MARGARET -
-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 nourish'd 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.
-
- -PRINCE EDWARD -
-Father, you cannot disinherit me:
-If you be king, why should not I succeed?
-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-Pardon me, Margaret; pardon me, sweet son:
-The Earl of Warwick and the duke enforced me.
-
- -QUEEN MARGARET -
-Enforced thee! art thou king, and wilt be forced?
-I 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 Falconbridge 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, which am a silly woman,
-The soldiers should have toss'd me on their pikes
-Before I would have granted to that act.
-But thou preferr'st 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
-Whereby 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.
-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-Stay, gentle Margaret, and hear me speak.
-
- -QUEEN MARGARET -
-Thou hast spoke too much already: get thee gone.
-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-Gentle son Edward, thou wilt stay with me?
-
- -QUEEN MARGARET -
-Ay, to be murder'd by his enemies.
-
- -PRINCE EDWARD -
-When I return with victory from the field
-I'll see your grace: till then I'll follow her.
-
- -QUEEN MARGARET -
-Come, son, away; we may not linger thus.
-

Exeunt QUEEN MARGARET and PRINCE EDWARD

-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-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.
-
- -EXETER -
-And I, I hope, shall reconcile them all.
-

Exeunt

-
-

SCENE II. Sandal Castle.

-

-Enter RICHARD, EDWARD, and MONTAGUE -
- -RICHARD -
-Brother, though I be youngest, give me leave.
-
- -EDWARD -
-No, I can better play the orator.
-
- -MONTAGUE -
-But I have reasons strong and forcible.
-

Enter YORK

-
- -YORK -
-Why, how now, sons and brother! at a strife?
-What is your quarrel? how began it first?
-
- -EDWARD -
-No quarrel, but a slight contention.
-
- -YORK -
-About what?
-
- -RICHARD -
-About that which concerns your grace and us;
-The crown of England, father, which is yours.
-
- -YORK -
-Mine boy? not till King Henry be dead.
-
- -RICHARD -
-Your right depends not on his life or death.
-
- -EDWARD -
-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.
-
- -YORK -
-I took an oath that he should quietly reign.
-
- -EDWARD -
-But for a kingdom any oath may be broken:
-I would break a thousand oaths to reign one year.
-
- -RICHARD -
-No; God forbid your grace should be forsworn.
-
- -YORK -
-I shall be, if I claim by open war.
-
- -RICHARD -
-I'll prove the contrary, if you'll hear me speak.
-
- -YORK -
-Thou canst not, son; it is impossible.
-
- -RICHARD -
-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.
-
- -YORK -
-Richard, enough; I will be king, or die.
-Brother, thou shalt to London presently,
-And whet 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?
-
- -Messenger -
-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.
-
- -YORK -
-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.
-
- -MONTAGUE -
-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.
-
- -JOHN MORTIMER -
-She shall not need; we'll meet her in the field.
-
- -YORK -
-What, with five thousand men?
-
- -RICHARD -
-Ay, with five hundred, father, for a need:
-A woman's general; what should we fear?
-

A march afar off

-
- -EDWARD -
-I hear their drums: let's set our men in order,
-And issue forth and bid them battle straight.
-
- -YORK -
-Five men to twenty! though the odds be great,
-I doubt not, uncle, of our victory.
-Many a battle have I won in France,
-When as the enemy hath been ten to one:
-Why should I not now have the like success?
-

Alarum. Exeunt

-
-

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

-

-Alarums. Enter RUTLAND and his Tutor -
- -RUTLAND -
-Ah, whither shall I fly to 'scape their hands?
-Ah, tutor, look where bloody Clifford comes!
-

Enter CLIFFORD and Soldiers

-
- -CLIFFORD -
-Chaplain, away! thy priesthood saves thy life.
-As for the brat of this accursed duke,
-Whose father slew my father, he shall die.
-
- -Tutor -
-And I, my lord, will bear him company.
-
- -CLIFFORD -
-Soldiers, away with him!
-
- -Tutor -
-Ah, Clifford, murder not this innocent child,
-Lest thou be hated both of God and man!
-

Exit, dragged off by Soldiers

-
- -CLIFFORD -
-How now! is he dead already? or is it fear
-That makes him close his eyes? I'll open them.
-
- -RUTLAND -
-So looks the pent-up lion o'er the wretch
-That trembles under his devouring paws;
-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.
-
- -CLIFFORD -
-In vain thou speak'st, poor boy; my father's blood
-Hath stopp'd the passage where thy words should enter.
-
- -RUTLAND -
-Then let my father's blood open it again:
-He is a man, and, Clifford, cope with him.
-
- -CLIFFORD -
-Had thy brethren here, their lives and thine
-Were not revenge sufficient for me;
-No, if I digg'd 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;
-And till I root out their accursed line
-And leave not one alive, I live in hell.
-Therefore--
-

Lifting his hand

-
- -RUTLAND -
-O, let me pray before I take my death!
-To thee I pray; sweet Clifford, pity me!
-
- -CLIFFORD -
-Such pity as my rapier's point affords.
-
- -RUTLAND -
-I never did thee harm: why wilt thou slay me?
-
- -CLIFFORD -
-Thy father hath.
-
- -RUTLAND -
- But 'twas ere I was born.
-Thou hast one son; for his sake pity me,
-Lest in revenge thereof, sith God is just,
-He be as miserably slain as I.
-Ah, 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.
-
- -CLIFFORD -
-No cause!
-Thy father slew my father; therefore, die.
-

Stabs him

-
- -RUTLAND -
-Di faciant laudis summa sit ista tuae!
-

Dies

-
- -CLIFFORD -
-Plantagenet! I come, Plantagenet!
-And this thy son's blood cleaving to my blade
-Shall rust upon my weapon, till thy blood,
-Congeal'd with this, do make me wipe off both.
-

Exit

-
-

SCENE IV. Another part of the field.

-

-Alarum. Enter YORK -
- -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 demean'd 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 encounter'd 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 bodged again; as I have seen a swan
-With bootless labour swim against the tide
-And spend her strength with over-matching waves.
-

A short alarum 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 number'd 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.
-
- -NORTHUMBERLAND -
-Yield to our mercy, proud Plantagenet.
-
- -CLIFFORD -
-Ay, to such mercy as his ruthless arm,
-With downright payment, show'd unto my father.
-Now Phaethon hath tumbled from his car,
-And made an evening at the noontide prick.
-
- -YORK -
-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 whate'er you can afflict me with.
-Why come you not? what! multitudes, and fear?
-
- -CLIFFORD -
-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.
-
- -YORK -
-O Clifford, but bethink thee once again,
-And in thy thought o'er-run my former time;
-And, if though 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!
-
- -CLIFFORD -
-I will not bandy with thee word for word,
-But buckle with thee blows, twice two for one.
-
- -QUEEN MARGARET -
-Hold, valiant Clifford! for a thousand causes
-I would prolong awhile the traitor's life.
-Wrath makes him deaf: speak thou, Northumberland.
-
- -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

-
- -CLIFFORD -
-Ay, ay, so strives the woodcock with the gin.
-
- -NORTHUMBERLAND -
-So doth the cony struggle in the net.
-
- -YORK -
-So triumph thieves upon their conquer'd booty;
-So true men yield, with robbers so o'ermatch'd.
-
- -NORTHUMBERLAND -
-What would your grace have done unto him now?
-
- -QUEEN MARGARET -
-Brave warriors, Clifford and Northumberland,
-Come, make him stand upon this molehill here,
-That raught 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 revell'd 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-back 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, York: I stain'd 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 parch'd 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 fee'd, 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 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 temples of the diadem,
-Now in his life, against your holy oath?
-O, '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.
-
- -CLIFFORD -
-That is my office, for my father's sake.
-
- -QUEEN MARGARET -
-Nay, stay; lets hear the orisons he makes.
-
- -YORK -
-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 trull,
-Upon their woes whom fortune captivates!
-But that thy face is, vizard-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 Sicils 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 wonder'd 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 tiger's heart wrapt 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.
-Bids't 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,
-'Gainst thee, fell Clifford, and thee, false
-Frenchwoman.
-
- -NORTHUMBERLAND -
-Beshrew me, but his passion moves me so
-That hardly can I cheque my eyes from tears.
-
- -YORK -
-That face of his the hungry cannibals
-Would not have touch'd, would not have stain'd with blood:
-But you are more inhuman, more inexorable,
-O, ten times more, than tigers of Hyrcania.
-See, ruthless queen, a hapless father's tears:
-This cloth thou dip'dst 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!
-
- -NORTHUMBERLAND -
-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.
-
- -QUEEN MARGARET -
-What, weeping-ripe, my Lord Northumberland?
-Think but upon the wrong he did us all,
-And that will quickly dry thy melting tears.
-
- -CLIFFORD -
-Here's for my oath, here's for my father's death.
-

Stabbing him

-
- -QUEEN MARGARET -
-And here's to right our gentle-hearted king.
-

Stabbing him

-
- -YORK -
-Open Thy gate of mercy, gracious God!
-My soul flies through these wounds to seek out Thee.
-

Dies

-
- -QUEEN MARGARET -
-Off with his head, and set it on York gates;
-So York may overlook the town of York.
-

Flourish. Exeunt

-

-

ACT II

-

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

-

-A march. Enter EDWARD, RICHARD, and their power -
- -EDWARD -
-I wonder how our princely father 'scaped,
-Or whether he be 'scaped away or no
-From Clifford's and Northumberland's pursuit:
-Had he been ta'en, 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?
-
- -RICHARD -
-I cannot joy, until I be resolved
-Where our right valiant father is become.
-I saw him in the battle range about;
-And watch'd him how he singled Clifford forth.
-Methought he bore him in the thickest troop
-As doth a lion in a herd of neat;
-Or as a bear, encompass'd round with dogs,
-Who having pinch'd a few and made them cry,
-The rest stand all aloof, and bark at him.
-So fared our father with his enemies;
-So fled his enemies my warlike father:
-Methinks, 'tis prize 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,
-Trimm'd like a younker prancing to his love!
-
- -EDWARD -
-Dazzle mine eyes, or do I see three suns?
-
- -RICHARD -
-Three glorious suns, each one a perfect sun;
-Not separated with the racking clouds,
-But sever'd in a pale clear-shining sky.
-See, see! they join, embrace, and seem to kiss,
-As if they vow'd some league inviolable:
-Now are they but one lamp, one light, one sun.
-In this the heaven figures some event.
-
- -EDWARD -
-'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 meeds,
-Should notwithstanding join our lights together
-And over-shine the earth as this the world.
-Whate'er it bodes, henceforward will I bear
-Upon my target three fair-shining suns.
-
- -RICHARD -
-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?
-
- -Messenger -
-Ah, one that was a woful looker-on
-When as the noble Duke of York was slain,
-Your princely father and my loving lord!
-
- -EDWARD -
-O, speak no more, for I have heard too much.
-
- -RICHARD -
-Say how he died, for I will hear it all.
-
- -Messenger -
-Environed he was with many foes,
-And stood against them, as the hope of Troy
-Against the Greeks that would have enter'd Troy.
-But Hercules himself must yield to odds;
-And many strokes, though with a little axe,
-Hew down and fell the hardest-timber'd oak.
-By many hands your father was subdued;
-But only slaughter'd by the ireful arm
-Of unrelenting Clifford and the queen,
-Who crown'd the gracious duke in high despite,
-Laugh'd 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 view'd.
-
- -EDWARD -
-Sweet Duke of York, our prop to lean upon,
-Now thou art gone, we have no staff, no stay.
-O Clifford, boisterous Clifford! thou hast slain
-The flower of Europe for his chivalry;
-And treacherously hast thou vanquish'd him,
-For hand to hand he would have vanquish'd thee.
-Now my soul's palace is become a prison:
-Ah, 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, O never shall I see more joy!
-
- -RICHARD -
- 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 should 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 renowned by attempting it.
-
- -EDWARD -
-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's bird,
-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.
-

March. Enter WARWICK, MONTAGUE, and their army

-
- -WARWICK -
-How now, fair lords! What fare? what news abroad?
-
- -RICHARD -
-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!
-
- -EDWARD -
-O Warwick, Warwick! that Plantagenet,
-Which held three dearly as his soul's redemption,
-Is by the stern Lord Clifford done to death.
-
- -WARWICK -
-Ten days ago I drown'd these news in tears;
-And now, to add more measure to your woes,
-I come to tell you things sith then befall'n.
-After the bloody fray at Wakefield fought,
-Where your brave father breathed his latest gasp,
-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,
-Muster'd my soldiers, gather'd flocks of friends,
-And very well appointed, as I thought,
-March'd toward Saint Alban's 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 Saint Alban's met
-Our battles join'd, and both sides fiercely fought:
-But whether 'twas the coldness of the king,
-Who look'd full gently on his warlike queen,
-That robb'd my soldiers of their heated spleen;
-Or whether 'twas report of her success;
-Or more than common fear of Clifford's rigour,
-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-owl's lazy flight,
-Or like an idle thresher with a flail,
-Fell gently down, as if they struck their friends.
-I cheer'd 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.
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- -EDWARD -
-Where is the Duke of Norfolk, gentle Warwick?
-And when came George from Burgundy to England?
-
- -WARWICK -
-Some six miles off the duke is with the soldiers;
-And for your brother, he was lately sent
-From your kind aunt, Duchess of Burgundy,
-With aid of soldiers to this needful war.
-
- -RICHARD -
-'Twas odds, belike, when valiant Warwick fled:
-Oft have I heard his praises in pursuit,
-But ne'er till now his scandal of retire.
-
- -WARWICK -
-Nor now my scandal, Richard, dost thou hear;
-For thou shalt know this strong right hand of mine
-Can pluck the diadem from faint Henry's head,
-And wring the awful sceptre from his fist,
-Were he as famous and as bold in war
-As he is famed for mildness, peace, and prayer.
-
- -RICHARD -
-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-Maries with our beads?
-Or shall we on the helmets of our foes
-Tell our devotion with revengeful arms?
-If for the last, say ay, and to it, lords.
-
- -WARWICK -
-Why, therefore Warwick 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.
-He swore 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, Via! 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.
-
- -RICHARD -
-Ay, now methinks I hear great Warwick speak:
-Ne'er may he live to see a sunshine day,
-That cries 'Retire,' if Warwick bid him stay.
-
- -EDWARD -
-Lord Warwick, on thy shoulder will I lean;
-And when thou fail'st--as God forbid the hour!--
-Must Edward fall, which peril heaven forfend!
-
- -WARWICK -
-No longer Earl of March, but Duke of York:
-The next degree is England's royal throne;
-For King of England shalt thou be proclaim'd
-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 task.
-
- -RICHARD -
-Then, Clifford, were thy heart as hard as steel,
-As thou hast shown it flinty by thy deeds,
-I come to pierce it, or to give thee mine.
-
- -EDWARD -
-Then strike up drums: God and Saint George for us!
-

Enter a Messenger

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- -WARWICK -
-How now! what news?
-
- -Messenger -
-The Duke of Norfolk sends you word by me,
-The queen is coming with a puissant host;
-And craves your company for speedy counsel.
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- -WARWICK -
-Why then it sorts, brave warriors, let's away.
-

Exeunt

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SCENE II. Before York.

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-Flourish. Enter KING HENRY VI, QUEEN MARGARET, PRINCE EDWARD, CLIFFORD, and NORTHUMBERLAND, with drum and trumpets -
- -QUEEN MARGARET -
-Welcome, my lord, to this brave town of York.
-Yonder's the head of that arch-enemy
-That sought to be encompass'd with your crown:
-Doth not the object cheer your heart, my lord?
-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-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.
-
- -CLIFFORD -
-My gracious liege, this 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 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 in safeguard of their brood.
-Ambitious York doth level at thy crown,
-Thou smiling while he knit 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, blest 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 flight,
-Make war with him that climb'd 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, steel thy melting heart
-To hold thine own and leave thine own with him.
-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-Full well hath Clifford play'd 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 thousand-fold 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!
-
- -QUEEN MARGARET -
-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.
-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-Edward Plantagenet, arise a knight;
-And learn this lesson, draw thy sword in right.
-
- -PRINCE -
-My gracious father, by your kingly leave,
-I'll draw it as apparent to the crown,
-And in that quarrel use it to the death.
-
- -CLIFFORD -
-Why, that is spoken like a toward prince.
-

Enter a Messenger

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- -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:
-Darraign your battle, for they are at hand.
-
- -CLIFFORD -
-I would your highness would depart the field:
-The queen hath best success when you are absent.
-
- -QUEEN MARGARET -
-Ay, good my lord, and leave us to our fortune.
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- -KING HENRY VI -
-Why, that's my fortune too; therefore I'll stay.
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- -NORTHUMBERLAND -
-Be it with resolution then to fight.
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- -PRINCE EDWARD -
-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, MONTAGUE, and Soldiers

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- -EDWARD -
-Now, perjured Henry! wilt thou kneel for grace,
-And set thy diadem upon my head;
-Or bide the mortal fortune of the field?
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- -QUEEN MARGARET -
-Go, rate thy minions, proud insulting boy!
-Becomes it thee to be thus bold in terms
-Before thy sovereign and thy lawful king?
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- -EDWARD -
-I am his king, and he should bow his knee;
-I was adopted heir 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.
-
- -CLIFFORD -
-And reason too:
-Who should succeed the father but the son?
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- -RICHARD -
-Are you there, butcher? O, I cannot speak!
-
- -CLIFFORD -
-Ay, crook-back, here I stand to answer thee,
-Or any he the proudest of thy sort.
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- -RICHARD -
-'Twas you that kill'd young Rutland, was it not?
-
- -CLIFFORD -
-Ay, and old York, and yet not satisfied.
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- -RICHARD -
-For God's sake, lords, give signal to the fight.
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- -WARWICK -
-What say'st thou, Henry, wilt thou yield the crown?
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- -QUEEN MARGARET -
-Why, how now, long-tongued Warwick! dare you speak?
-When you and I met at Saint Alban's last,
-Your legs did better service than your hands.
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- -WARWICK -
-Then 'twas my turn to fly, and now 'tis thine.
-
- -CLIFFORD -
-You said so much before, and yet you fled.
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- -WARWICK -
-'Twas not your valour, Clifford, drove me thence.
-
- -NORTHUMBERLAND -
-No, nor your manhood that durst make you stay.
-
- -RICHARD -
-Northumberland, I hold thee reverently.
-Break off the parley; for scarce I can refrain
-The execution of my big-swoln heart
-Upon that Clifford, that cruel child-killer.
-
- -CLIFFORD -
-I slew thy father, call'st thou him a child?
-
- -RICHARD -
-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.
-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-Have done with words, my lords, and hear me speak.
-
- -QUEEN MARGARET -
-Defy them then, or else hold close thy lips.
-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-I prithee, give no limits to my tongue:
-I am a king, and privileged to speak.
-
- -CLIFFORD -
-My liege, the wound that bred this meeting here
-Cannot be cured by words; therefore be still.
-
- -RICHARD -
-Then, executioner, unsheathe thy sword:
-By him that made us all, I am resolved
-that Clifford's manhood lies upon his tongue.
-
- -EDWARD -
-Say, Henry, shall I have my right, or no?
-A thousand men have broke their fasts to-day,
-That ne'er shall dine unless thou yield the crown.
-
- -WARWICK -
-If thou deny, their blood upon thy head;
-For York in justice puts his armour on.
-
- -PRINCE EDWARD -
-If that be right which Warwick says is right,
-There is no wrong, but every thing is right.
-
- -RICHARD -
-Whoever got thee, there thy mother stands;
-For, well I wot, thou hast thy mother's tongue.
-
- -QUEEN MARGARET -
-But thou art neither like thy sire nor dam;
-But like a foul mis-shapen stigmatic,
-Mark'd by the destinies to be avoided,
-As venom toads, or lizards' dreadful stings.
-
- -RICHARD -
-Iron of Naples hid with English gilt,
-Whose father bears the title of a king,--
-As if a channel should be call'd the sea,--
-Shamest thou not, knowing whence thou art extraught,
-To let thy tongue detect thy base-born heart?
-
- -EDWARD -
-A wisp of straw were worth a thousand crowns,
-To make this shameless callet know herself.
-Helen of Greece was fairer far than thou,
-Although thy husband may be Menelaus;
-And ne'er was Agamemnon's brother wrong'd
-By that false woman, as this king by thee.
-His father revell'd in the heart of France,
-And tamed the king, and made the dauphin stoop;
-And had he match'd 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 brew'd a shower for him,
-That wash'd his father's fortunes forth of France,
-And heap'd sedition on his crown at home.
-For what hath broach'd this tumult but thy pride?
-Hadst thou been meek, our title still had slept;
-And we, in pity of the gentle king,
-Had slipp'd our claim until another age.
-
- -GEORGE -
-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.
-
- -EDWARD -
-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 a grave.
-
- -QUEEN MARGARET -
-Stay, Edward.
-
- -EDWARD -
-No, wrangling woman, we'll no longer stay:
-These words will cost ten thousand lives this day.
-

Exeunt

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

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-Yorkshire.
-

Alarum. Excursions. Enter WARWICK

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- -WARWICK -
-Forspent with toil, as runners with a race,
-I lay me down a little while to breathe;
-For strokes received, and many blows repaid,
-Have robb'd my strong-knit sinews of their strength,
-And spite of spite needs must I rest awhile.
-

Enter EDWARD, running

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- -EDWARD -
-Smile, gentle heaven! or strike, ungentle death!
-For this world frowns, and Edward's sun is clouded.
-
- -WARWICK -
-How now, my lord! what hap? what hope of good?
-

Enter GEORGE

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- -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?
-
- -EDWARD -
-Bootless is flight, they follow us with wings;
-And weak we are and cannot shun pursuit.
-

Enter RICHARD

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- -RICHARD -
-Ah, Warwick, why hast thou withdrawn thyself?
-Thy brother's blood the thirsty earth hath drunk,
-Broach'd with the steely point of Clifford's lance;
-And in the very pangs of death he cried,
-Like to a dismal clangour heard from far,
-'Warwick, revenge! brother, revenge my death!'
-So, underneath the belly of their steeds,
-That stain'd their fetlocks in his smoking blood,
-The noble gentleman gave up the ghost.
-
- -WARWICK -
-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, whiles the foe doth rage;
-And look upon, as if the tragedy
-Were play'd 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.
-
- -EDWARD -
-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 they 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.
-
- -RICHARD -
-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 spring-time so.
-
- -WARWICK -
-Away, away! Once more, sweet lords farewell.
-
- -GEORGE -
-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.
-Forslow no longer, make we hence amain.
-

Exeunt

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SCENE IV. Another part of the field.

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-Excursions. Enter RICHARD and CLIFFORD -
- -RICHARD -
-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 environ'd with a brazen wall.
-
- -CLIFFORD -
-Now, Richard, I am with thee here alone:
-This is the hand that stabb'd thy father York;
-And this 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

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- -RICHARD -
-Nay Warwick, single out some other chase;
-For I myself will hunt this wolf to death.
-

Exeunt

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SCENE V. Another part of the field.

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-Alarum. Enter KING HENRY VI alone -
- -KING HENRY VI -
-This battle fares like to the morning's war,
-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 molehill 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 ean:
-So many years ere I shall shear the fleece:
-So minutes, hours, days, months, and years,
-Pass'd 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 embroider'd canopy
-To kings that fear their subjects' treachery?
-O, yes, it doth; a thousand-fold 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.
-

Alarum. Enter a Son that has killed his father, dragging in the dead body

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- -Son -
-Ill blows the wind that profits nobody.
-This man, whom hand to hand I slew in 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 is my father's face,
-Whom in this conflict I unwares have kill'd.
-O heavy times, begetting such events!
-From London by the king was I press'd forth;
-My father, being the Earl of Warwick's man,
-Came on the part of York, press'd by his master;
-And I, who at his hands received my life, him
-Have 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 flow'd their fill.
-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-O piteous spectacle! O bloody times!
-Whiles 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

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- -Father -
-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!
-Ah, 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!
-O, pity, God, this miserable age!
-What stratagems, how fell, how butcherly,
-Erroneous, mutinous and unnatural,
-This deadly quarrel daily doth beget!
-O boy, thy father gave thee life too soon,
-And hath bereft thee of thy life too late!
-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-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:
-Wither one rose, and let the other flourish;
-If you contend, a thousand lives must wither.
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- -Son -
-How will my mother for a father's death
-Take on with me and ne'er be satisfied!
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- -Father -
-How will my wife for slaughter of my son
-Shed seas of tears and ne'er be satisfied!
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- -KING HENRY VI -
-How will the country for these woful chances
-Misthink the king and not be satisfied!
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- -Son -
-Was ever son so rued a father's death?
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- -Father -
-Was ever father so bemoan'd his son?
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- -KING HENRY VI -
-Was ever king so grieved for subjects' woe?
-Much is your sorrow; mine ten times so much.
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- -Son -
-I'll bear thee hence, where I may weep my fill.
-

Exit with the body

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- -Father -
-These arms of mine shall be thy winding-sheet;
-My heart, sweet boy, shall be thy sepulchre,
-For from my heart thine image ne'er shall go;
-My sighing breast shall be thy funeral bell;
-And so obsequious will thy father be,
-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

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- -KING HENRY VI -
-Sad-hearted men, much overgone with care,
-Here sits a king more woful than you are.
-

Alarums: excursions. Enter QUEEN MARGARET, PRINCE EDWARD, and EXETER

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- -PRINCE EDWARD -
-Fly, father, fly! for all your friends are fled,
-And Warwick rages like a chafed bull:
-Away! for death doth hold us in pursuit.
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- -QUEEN MARGARET -
-Mount you, my lord; towards Berwick post amain:
-Edward and Richard, like a brace of greyhounds
-Having the fearful flying hare 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.
-
- -EXETER -
-Away! for vengeance comes along with them:
-Nay, stay not to expostulate, make speed;
-Or else come after: I'll away before.
-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-Nay, take me with thee, good sweet Exeter:
-Not that I fear to stay, but love to go
-Whither the queen intends. Forward; away!
-

Exeunt

-
-

SCENE VI. Another part of the field.

-

-A loud alarum. Enter CLIFFORD, wounded -
- -CLIFFORD -
-Here burns my candle out; ay, here it dies,
-Which, whiles 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 whither 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 cheque thy fiery steeds,
-Thy burning car never had scorch'd the earth!
-And, Henry, hadst thou sway'd 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 and ten thousand in this luckless 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 effuse of blood doth make me faint.
-Come, York and Richard, Warwick and the rest;
-I stabb'd your fathers' bosoms, split my breast.
-

He faints

-

Alarum and retreat. Enter EDWARD, GEORGE, RICHARD, MONTAGUE, WARWICK, and Soldiers

-
- -EDWARD -
-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, fill'd with a fretting gust,
-Command an argosy to stem the waves.
-But think you, lords, that Clifford fled with them?
-
- -WARWICK -
-No, 'tis impossible he should escape,
-For, though before his face I speak the words
-Your brother Richard mark'd him for the grave:
-And wheresoe'er he is, he's surely dead.
-

CLIFFORD groans, and dies

-
- -EDWARD -
-Whose soul is that which takes her heavy leave?
-
- -RICHARD -
-A deadly groan, like life and death's departing.
-
- -EDWARD -
-See who it is: and, now the battle's ended,
-If friend or foe, let him be gently used.
-
- -RICHARD -
-Revoke that doom of mercy, for 'tis Clifford;
-Who not contented that he lopp'd the branch
-In hewing 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.
-
- -WARWICK -
-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.
-
- -EDWARD -
-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.
-
- -WARWICK -
-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.
-
- -RICHARD -
-O, 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.
-
- -GEORGE -
-If so thou think'st, vex him with eager words.
-
- -RICHARD -
-Clifford, ask mercy and obtain no grace.
-
- -EDWARD -
-Clifford, repent in bootless penitence.
-
- -WARWICK -
-Clifford, devise excuses for thy faults.
-
- -GEORGE -
-While we devise fell tortures for thy faults.
-
- -RICHARD -
-Thou didst love York, and I am son to York.
-
- -EDWARD -
-Thou pitied'st Rutland; I will pity thee.
-
- -GEORGE -
-Where's Captain Margaret, to fence you now?
-
- -WARWICK -
-They mock thee, Clifford: swear as thou wast wont.
-
- -RICHARD -
-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 hour's 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.
-
- -WARWICK -
-Ay, 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 scatter'd 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 I'll cross the sea,
-To effect this marriage, so it please my lord.
-
- -EDWARD -
-Even as thou wilt, sweet Warwick, let it be;
-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.
-
- -RICHARD -
-Let me be Duke of Clarence, George of Gloucester;
-For Gloucester's dukedom is too ominous.
-
- -WARWICK -
-Tut, that's a foolish observation:
-Richard, be Duke of Gloucester. Now to London,
-To see these honours in possession.
-

Exeunt

-

-

ACT III

-

SCENE I. A forest in the north of England.

-

-Enter two Keepers, with cross-bows in their hands -
- -First Keeper -
-Under this thick-grown brake we'll shroud ourselves;
-For through this laund anon the deer will come;
-And in this covert will we make our stand,
-Culling the principal of all the deer.
-
- -Second Keeper -
-I'll stay above the hill, so both may shoot.
-
- -First Keeper -
-That cannot be; the noise of thy cross-bow
-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.
-
- -Second Keeper -
-Here comes a man; let's stay till he be past.
-

Enter KING HENRY VI, disguised, with a prayerbook

-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-From Scotland am I stol'n, even of pure love,
-To greet mine own land with my wishful sight.
-No, Harry, Harry, 'tis no land of thine;
-Thy place is fill'd, thy sceptre wrung from thee,
-Thy balm wash'd 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?
-
- -First Keeper -
-Ay, here's a deer whose skin's a keeper's fee:
-This is the quondam king; let's seize upon him.
-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-Let me embrace thee, sour adversity,
-For wise men say it is the wisest course.
-
- -Second Keeper -
-Why linger we? let us lay hands upon him.
-
- -First Keeper -
-Forbear awhile; we'll hear a little more.
-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-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 whiles 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 install'd;
-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!
-
- -Second Keeper -
-Say, what art thou that talk'st of kings and queens?
-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-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?
-
- -Second Keeper -
-Ay, but thou talk'st as if thou wert a king.
-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-Why, so I am, in mind; and that's enough.
-
- -Second Keeper -
-But, if thou be a king, where is thy crown?
-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-My crown is in my heart, not on my head;
-Not decked with diamonds and Indian stones,
-Nor to be seen: my crown is called content:
-A crown it is that seldom kings enjoy.
-
- -Second Keeper -
-Well, if you be a king crown'd with content,
-Your 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.
-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-But did you never swear, and break an oath?
-
- -Second Keeper -
-No, never such an oath; nor will not now.
-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-Where did you dwell when I was King of England?
-
- -Second Keeper -
-Here in this country, where we now remain.
-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-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?
-
- -First Keeper -
-No;
-For we were subjects but while you were king.
-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-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 lightness 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.
-
- -First Keeper -
-We are true subjects to the king, King Edward.
-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-So would you be again to Henry,
-If he were seated as King Edward is.
-
- -First Keeper -
-We charge you, in God's name, and the king's,
-To go with us unto the officers.
-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-In God's name, lead; your king's name be obey'd:
-And what God will, that let your king perform;
-And what he will, I humbly yield unto.
-

Exeunt

-
-

SCENE II. London. The palace.

-

-Enter KING EDWARD IV, GLOUCESTER, CLARENCE, and LADY GREY -
- -KING EDWARD IV -
-Brother of Gloucester, at Saint Alban's 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.
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-Your highness shall do well to grant her suit;
-It were dishonour to deny it her.
-
- -KING EDWARD IV -
-It were no less; but yet I'll make a pause.
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-[Aside to CLARENCE] Yea, is it so?
-I see the lady hath a thing to grant,
-Before the king will grant her humble suit.
-
- -CLARENCE -
-[Aside to GLOUCESTER] He knows the game: how true
-he keeps the wind!
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-[Aside to CLARENCE] Silence!
-
- -KING EDWARD IV -
-Widow, we will consider of your suit;
-And come some other time to know our mind.
-
- -LADY GREY -
-Right gracious lord, I cannot brook delay:
-May it please your highness to resolve me now;
-And what your pleasure is, shall satisfy me.
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-[Aside to CLARENCE] Ay, widow? then I'll warrant
-you all your lands,
-An if what pleases him shall pleasure you.
-Fight closer, or, good faith, you'll catch a blow.
-
- -CLARENCE -
-[Aside to GLOUCESTER] I fear her not, unless she
-chance to fall.
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-[Aside to CLARENCE] God forbid that! for he'll
-take vantages.
-
- -KING EDWARD IV -
-How many children hast thou, widow? tell me.
-
- -CLARENCE -
-[Aside to GLOUCESTER] I think he means to beg a
-child of her.
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-[Aside to CLARENCE] Nay, whip me then: he'll rather
-give her two.
-
- -LADY GREY -
-Three, my most gracious lord.
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-[Aside to CLARENCE] You shall have four, if you'll
-be ruled by him.
-
- -KING EDWARD IV -
-'Twere pity they should lose their father's lands.
-
- -LADY GREY -
-Be pitiful, dread lord, and grant it then.
-
- -KING EDWARD IV -
-Lords, give us leave: I'll try this widow's wit.
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-[Aside to CLARENCE] Ay, good leave have you; for
-you will have leave,
-Till youth take leave and leave you to the crutch.
-

GLOUCESTER and CLARENCE retire

-
- -KING EDWARD IV -
-Now tell me, madam, do you love your children?
-
- -LADY GREY -
-Ay, full as dearly as I love myself.
-
- -KING EDWARD IV -
-And would you not do much to do them good?
-
- -LADY GREY -
-To do them good, I would sustain some harm.
-
- -KING EDWARD IV -
-Then get your husband's lands, to do them good.
-
- -LADY GREY -
-Therefore I came unto your majesty.
-
- -KING EDWARD IV -
-I'll tell you how these lands are to be got.
-
- -LADY GREY -
-So shall you bind me to your highness' service.
-
- -KING EDWARD IV -
-What service wilt thou do me, if I give them?
-
- -LADY GREY -
-What you command, that rests in me to do.
-
- -KING EDWARD IV -
-But you will take exceptions to my boon.
-
- -LADY GREY -
-No, gracious lord, except I cannot do it.
-
- -KING EDWARD IV -
-Ay, but thou canst do what I mean to ask.
-
- -LADY GREY -
-Why, then I will do what your grace commands.
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-[Aside to CLARENCE] He plies her hard; and much rain
-wears the marble.
-
- -CLARENCE -
-[Aside to GLOUCESTER] As red as fire! nay, then
-her wax must melt.
-
- -LADY GREY -
-Why stops my lord, shall I not hear my task?
-
- -KING EDWARD IV -
-An easy task; 'tis but to love a king.
-
- -LADY GREY -
-That's soon perform'd, because I am a subject.
-
- -KING EDWARD IV -
-Why, then, thy husband's lands I freely give thee.
-
- -LADY GREY -
-I take my leave with many thousand thanks.
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-[Aside to CLARENCE] The match is made; she seals it
-with a curtsy.
-
- -KING EDWARD IV -
-But stay thee, 'tis the fruits of love I mean.
-
- -LADY GREY -
-The fruits of love I mean, my loving liege.
-
- -KING EDWARD IV -
-Ay, but, I fear me, in another sense.
-What love, think'st thou, I sue so much to get?
-
- -LADY GREY -
-My love till death, my humble thanks, my prayers;
-That love which virtue begs and virtue grants.
-
- -KING EDWARD IV -
-No, by my troth, I did not mean such love.
-
- -LADY GREY -
-Why, then you mean not as I thought you did.
-
- -KING EDWARD IV -
-But now you partly may perceive my mind.
-
- -LADY GREY -
-My mind will never grant what I perceive
-Your highness aims at, if I aim aright.
-
- -KING EDWARD IV -
-To tell thee plain, I aim to lie with thee.
-
- -LADY GREY -
-To tell you plain, I had rather lie in prison.
-
- -KING EDWARD IV -
-Why, then thou shalt not have thy husband's lands.
-
- -LADY GREY -
-Why, then mine honesty shall be my dower;
-For by that loss I will not purchase them.
-
- -KING EDWARD IV -
-Therein thou wrong'st thy children mightily.
-
- -LADY GREY -
-Herein your highness wrongs both them and me.
-But, mighty lord, this merry inclination
-Accords not with the sadness of my suit:
-Please you dismiss me either with 'ay' or 'no.'
-
- -KING EDWARD IV -
-Ay, if thou wilt say 'ay' to my request;
-No if thou dost say 'no' to my demand.
-
- -LADY GREY -
-Then, no, my lord. My suit is at an end.
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-[Aside to CLARENCE] The widow likes him not, she
-knits her brows.
-
- -CLARENCE -
-[Aside to GLOUCESTER] He is the bluntest wooer in
-Christendom.
-
- -KING EDWARD IV -
-[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?
-
- -LADY GREY -
-'Tis better said than done, my gracious lord:
-I am a subject fit to jest withal,
-But far unfit to be a sovereign.
-
- -KING EDWARD IV -
-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.
-
- -LADY GREY -
-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.
-
- -KING EDWARD IV -
-You cavil, widow: I did mean, my queen.
-
- -LADY GREY -
-'Twill grieve your grace my sons should call you father.
-
- -KING EDWARD IV -
-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.
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-[Aside to CLARENCE] The ghostly father now hath done
-his shrift.
-
- -CLARENCE -
-[Aside to GLOUCESTER] When he was made a shriver,
-'twas for shift.
-
- -KING EDWARD IV -
-Brothers, you muse what chat we two have had.
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-The widow likes it not, for she looks very sad.
-
- -KING EDWARD IV -
-You'll think it strange if I should marry her.
-
- -CLARENCE -
-To whom, my lord?
-
- -KING EDWARD IV -
- Why, Clarence, to myself.
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-That would be ten days' wonder at the least.
-
- -CLARENCE -
-That's a day longer than a wonder lasts.
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-By so much is the wonder in extremes.
-
- -KING EDWARD IV -
-Well, jest on, brothers: I can tell you both
-Her suit is granted for her husband's lands.
-

Enter a Nobleman

-
- -Nobleman -
-My gracious lord, Henry your foe is taken,
-And brought your prisoner to your palace gate.
-
- -KING EDWARD IV -
-See that he be convey'd unto the Tower:
-And go we, brothers, to the man that took him,
-To question of his apprehension.
-Widow, go you along. Lords, use her honourably.
-

Exeunt all but GLOUCESTER

-
- -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 unlook'd 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 a far-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'll lade 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 eye's too quick, my heart o'erweens 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 witch 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 shrink mine arm up like a wither'd 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 unlick'd 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 cheque, to o'erbear 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 mis-shaped 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 rends the thorns and is rent with the thorns,
-Seeking a way 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 whiles 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 slily than Ulysses could,
-And, like a Sinon, take another Troy.
-I can add colours to the chameleon,
-Change shapes with Proteus for advantages,
-And set the murderous Machiavel to school.
-Can I do this, and cannot get a crown?
-Tut, were it farther off, I'll pluck it down.
-

Exit

-
-

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

-

-Flourish. Enter KING LEWIS XI, his sister BONA, his Admiral, called BOURBON, PRINCE EDWARD, QUEEN MARGARET, and OXFORD. KING LEWIS XI sits, and riseth up again -
- -KING LEWIS XI -
-Fair Queen of England, worthy Margaret,
-Sit down with us: it ill befits thy state
-And birth, that thou shouldst stand while Lewis doth sit.
-
- -QUEEN MARGARET -
-No, mighty King of France: now Margaret
-Must strike her sail and learn awhile 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.
-
- -KING LEWIS XI -
-Why, say, fair queen, whence springs this deep despair?
-
- -QUEEN MARGARET -
-From such a cause as fills mine eyes with tears
-And stops my tongue, while heart is drown'd in cares.
-
- -KING LEWIS XI -
-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.
-
- -QUEEN MARGARET -
-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 banish'd 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.
-
- -KING LEWIS XI -
-Renowned queen, with patience calm the storm,
-While we bethink a means to break it off.
-
- -QUEEN MARGARET -
-The more we stay, the stronger grows our foe.
-
- -KING LEWIS XI -
-The more I stay, the more I'll succor thee.
-
- -QUEEN MARGARET -
-O, but impatience waiteth on true sorrow.
-And see where comes the breeder of my sorrow!
-

Enter WARWICK

-
- -KING LEWIS XI -
-What's he approacheth boldly to our presence?
-
- -QUEEN MARGARET -
-Our Earl of Warwick, Edward's greatest friend.
-
- -KING LEWIS XI -
-Welcome, brave Warwick! What brings thee to France?
-

He descends. She ariseth

-
- -QUEEN MARGARET -
-Ay, now begins a second storm to rise;
-For this is he that moves both wind and tide.
-
- -WARWICK -
-From worthy Edward, King of Albion,
-My lord and sovereign, and thy 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 lawful marriage.
-
- -QUEEN MARGARET -
-[Aside] If that go forward, Henry's hope is done.
-
- -WARWICK -
-[To BONA] 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 virtue.
-
- -QUEEN MARGARET -
-King Lewis 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 awhile,
-Yet heavens are just, and time suppresseth wrongs.
-
- -WARWICK -
-Injurious Margaret!
-
- -PRINCE EDWARD -
-And why not queen?
-
- -WARWICK -
-Because thy father Henry did usurp;
-And thou no more are prince than she is queen.
-
- -OXFORD -
-Then Warwick disannuls 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 the Fifth,
-Who by his prowess conquered all France:
-From these our Henry lineally descends.
-
- -WARWICK -
-Oxford, how haps it, in this smooth discourse,
-You told not how Henry the Sixth hath lost
-All that which Henry Fifth 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.
-
- -OXFORD -
-Why, Warwick, canst thou speak against thy liege,
-Whom thou obeyed'st thirty and six years,
-And not bewray thy treason with a blush?
-
- -WARWICK -
-Can Oxford, that did ever fence the right,
-Now buckler falsehood with a pedigree?
-For shame! leave Henry, and call Edward king.
-
- -OXFORD -
-Call him my king by whose injurious doom
-My elder brother, the Lord Aubrey Vere,
-Was done to death? and more than so, my father,
-Even in the downfall of his mellow'd years,
-When nature brought him to the door of death?
-No, Warwick, no; while life upholds this arm,
-This arm upholds the house of Lancaster.
-
- -WARWICK -
-And I the house of York.
-
- -KING LEWIS XI -
-Queen Margaret, Prince Edward, and Oxford,
-Vouchsafe, at our request, to stand aside,
-While I use further conference with Warwick.
-

They stand aloof

-
- -QUEEN MARGARET -
-Heavens grant that Warwick's words bewitch him not!
-
- -KING LEWIS XI -
-Now Warwick, tell me, even upon thy conscience,
-Is Edward your true king? for I were loath
-To link with him that were not lawful chosen.
-
- -WARWICK -
-Thereon I pawn my credit and mine honour.
-
- -KING LEWIS XI -
-But is he gracious in the people's eye?
-
- -WARWICK -
-The more that Henry was unfortunate.
-
- -KING LEWIS XI -
-Then further, all dissembling set aside,
-Tell me for truth the measure of his love
-Unto our sister Bona.
-
- -WARWICK -
-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 fix'd in virtue's ground,
-The leaves and fruit maintain'd with beauty's sun,
-Exempt from envy, but not from disdain,
-Unless the Lady Bona quit his pain.
-
- -KING LEWIS XI -
-Now, sister, let us hear your firm resolve.
-
- -BONA -
-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.
-
- -KING LEWIS XI -
-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.
-
- -PRINCE EDWARD -
-To Edward, but not to the English king.
-
- -QUEEN MARGARET -
-Deceitful Warwick! it was thy device
-By this alliance to make void my suit:
-Before thy coming Lewis was Henry's friend.
-
- -KING LEWIS XI -
-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.
-
- -WARWICK -
-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.
-
- -QUEEN MARGARET -
-Peace, impudent and shameless Warwick, peace,
-Proud setter up and puller down of kings!
-I will not hence, till, with my talk and tears,
-Both full of truth, I make King Lewis behold
-Thy sly conveyance and thy lord's false love;
-For both of you are birds of selfsame feather.
-

Post blows a horn within

-
- -KING LEWIS XI -
-Warwick, this is some post to us or thee.
-

Enter a Post

-
- -Post -
-[To WARWICK] My lord ambassador, these letters are for you,
-Sent from your brother, Marquess Montague:
-

To KING LEWIS XI

-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

-
- -OXFORD -
-I like it well that our fair queen and mistress
-Smiles at her news, while Warwick frowns at his.
-
- -PRINCE EDWARD -
-Nay, mark how Lewis stamps, as he were nettled:
-I hope all's for the best.
-
- -KING LEWIS XI -
-Warwick, what are thy news? and yours, fair queen?
-
- -QUEEN MARGARET -
-Mine, such as fill my heart with unhoped joys.
-
- -WARWICK -
-Mine, full of sorrow and heart's discontent.
-
- -KING LEWIS XI -
-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?
-
- -QUEEN MARGARET -
-I told your majesty as much before:
-This proveth Edward's love and Warwick's honesty.
-
- -WARWICK -
-King Lewis, I here protest, in sight 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 guerdon'd 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.
-
- -QUEEN MARGARET -
-Warwick, these words have turn'd my hate to love;
-And I forgive and quite forget old faults,
-And joy that thou becomest King Henry's friend.
-
- -WARWICK -
-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 succor him:
-And as for Clarence, as my letters tell me,
-He's very likely now to fall from him,
-For matching more for wanton lust than honour,
-Or than for strength and safety of our country.
-
- -BONA -
-Dear brother, how shall Bona be revenged
-But by thy help to this distressed queen?
-
- -QUEEN MARGARET -
-Renowned prince, how shall poor Henry live,
-Unless thou rescue him from foul despair?
-
- -BONA -
-My quarrel and this English queen's are one.
-
- -WARWICK -
-And mine, fair lady Bona, joins with yours.
-
- -KING LEWIS XI -
-And mine with hers, and thine, and Margaret's.
-Therefore at last I firmly am resolved
-You shall have aid.
-
- -QUEEN MARGARET -
-Let me give humble thanks for all at once.
-
- -KING LEWIS XI -
-Then, England's messenger, return in post,
-And tell false Edward, thy supposed king,
-That Lewis of France is sending over masquers
-To revel it with him and his new bride:
-Thou seest what's past, go fear thy king withal.
-
- -BONA -
-Tell him, in hope he'll prove a widower shortly,
-I'll wear the willow garland for his sake.
-
- -QUEEN MARGARET -
-Tell him, my mourning weeds are laid aside,
-And I am ready to put armour on.
-
- -WARWICK -
-Tell him from me that he hath done me wrong,
-And therefore I'll uncrown him ere't be long.
-There's thy reward: be gone.
-

Exit Post

-
- -KING LEWIS XI -
-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?
-
- -WARWICK -
-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 bands.
-
- -QUEEN MARGARET -
-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.
-
- -PRINCE EDWARD -
-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

-
- -KING LEWIS XI -
-Why stay we now? These soldiers shall be levied,
-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 a dame of France.
-

Exeunt all but WARWICK

-
- -WARWICK -
-I came from Edward 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.
-Had he 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

-

-

ACT IV

-

SCENE I. London. The palace.

-

-Enter GLOUCESTER, CLARENCE, SOMERSET, and MONTAGUE -
- -GLOUCESTER -
-Now tell me, brother Clarence, what think you
-Of this new marriage with the Lady Grey?
-Hath not our brother made a worthy choice?
-
- -CLARENCE -
-Alas, you know, 'tis far from hence to France;
-How could he stay till Warwick made return?
-
- -SOMERSET -
-My lords, forbear this talk; here comes the king.
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-And his well-chosen bride.
-
- -CLARENCE -
-I mind to tell him plainly what I think.
-

Flourish. Enter KING EDWARD IV, attended; QUEEN ELIZABETH, PEMBROKE, STAFFORD, HASTINGS, and others

-
- -KING EDWARD IV -
-Now, brother of Clarence, how like you our choice,
-That you stand pensive, as half malcontent?
-
- -CLARENCE -
-As well as Lewis 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.
-
- -KING EDWARD IV -
-Suppose they take offence without a cause,
-They are but Lewis and Warwick: I am Edward,
-Your king and Warwick's, and must have my will.
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-And shall have your will, because our king:
-Yet hasty marriage seldom proveth well.
-
- -KING EDWARD IV -
-Yea, brother Richard, are you offended too?
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-Not I:
-No, God forbid that I should wish them sever'd
-Whom God hath join'd together; ay, and 'twere pity
-To sunder them that yoke so well together.
-
- -KING EDWARD IV -
-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.
-
- -CLARENCE -
-Then this is mine opinion: that King Lewis
-Becomes your enemy, for mocking him
-About the marriage of the Lady Bona.
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-And Warwick, doing what you gave in charge,
-Is now dishonoured by this new marriage.
-
- -KING EDWARD IV -
-What if both Lewis and Warwick be appeased
-By such invention as I can devise?
-
- -MONTAGUE -
-Yet, to have join'd with France in such alliance
-Would more have strengthen'd this our commonwealth
-'Gainst foreign storms than any home-bred marriage.
-
- -HASTINGS -
-Why, knows not Montague that of itself
-England is safe, if true within itself?
-
- -MONTAGUE -
-But the safer when 'tis back'd with France.
-
- -HASTINGS -
-'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.
-
- -CLARENCE -
-For this one speech Lord Hastings well deserves
-To have the heir of the Lord Hungerford.
-
- -KING EDWARD IV -
-Ay, what of that? it was my will and grant;
-And for this once my will shall stand for law.
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-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.
-
- -CLARENCE -
-Or else you would not have bestow'd the heir
-Of the Lord Bonville on your new wife's son,
-And leave your brothers to go speed elsewhere.
-
- -KING EDWARD IV -
-Alas, poor Clarence! is it for a wife
-That thou art malcontent? I will provide thee.
-
- -CLARENCE -
-In choosing for yourself, you show'd 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.
-
- -KING EDWARD IV -
-Leave me, or tarry, Edward will be king,
-And not be tied unto his brother's will.
-
- -QUEEN ELIZABETH -
-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 and mine,
-So your dislike, to whom I would be pleasing,
-Doth cloud my joys with danger and with sorrow.
-
- -KING EDWARD IV -
-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.
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-[Aside] I hear, yet say not much, but think the more.
-

Enter a Post

-
- -KING EDWARD IV -
-Now, messenger, what letters or what news
-From France?
-
- -Post -
-My sovereign liege, no letters; and few words,
-But such as I, without your special pardon,
-Dare not relate.
-
- -KING EDWARD IV -
-Go to, we pardon thee: therefore, in brief,
-Tell me their words as near as thou canst guess them.
-What answer makes King Lewis unto our letters?
-
- -Post -
-At my depart, these were his very words:
-'Go tell false Edward, thy supposed king,
-That Lewis of France is sending over masquers
-To revel it with him and his new bride.'
-
- -KING EDWARD IV -
-Is Lewis so brave? belike he thinks me Henry.
-But what said Lady Bona to my marriage?
-
- -Post -
-These were her words, utter'd with mad disdain:
-'Tell him, in hope he'll prove a widower shortly,
-I'll wear the willow garland for his sake.'
-
- -KING EDWARD IV -
-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.
-
- -Post -
-'Tell him,' quoth she, 'my mourning weeds are done,
-And I am ready to put armour on.'
-
- -KING EDWARD IV -
-Belike she minds to play the Amazon.
-But what said Warwick to these injuries?
-
- -Post -
-He, more incensed against your majesty
-Than all the rest, discharged me with these words:
-'Tell him from me that he hath done me wrong,
-And therefore I'll uncrown him ere't be long.'
-
- -KING EDWARD IV -
-Ha! durst the traitor breathe out so proud words?
-Well I will arm me, being thus forewarn'd:
-They shall have wars and pay for their presumption.
-But say, is Warwick friends with Margaret?
-
- -Post -
-Ay, gracious sovereign; they are so link'd in
-friendship
-That young Prince Edward marries Warwick's daughter.
-
- -CLARENCE -
-Belike 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

-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-[Aside] Not I:
-My thoughts aim at a further matter; I
-Stay not for the love of Edward, but the crown.
-
- -KING EDWARD IV -
-Clarence and Somerset both gone to Warwick!
-Yet am I arm'd 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 already, or quickly will be landed:
-Myself in person will straight follow you.
-

Exeunt PEMBROKE and STAFFORD

-But, ere I go, Hastings and Montague,
-Resolve my doubt. You twain, of all the rest,
-Are near to Warwick by blood and by alliance:
-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.
-
- -MONTAGUE -
-So God help Montague as he proves true!
-
- -HASTINGS -
-And Hastings as he favours Edward's cause!
-
- -KING EDWARD IV -
-Now, brother Richard, will you stand by us?
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-Ay, in despite of all that shall withstand you.
-
- -KING EDWARD IV -
-Why, so! then am I sure of victory.
-Now therefore let us hence; and lose no hour,
-Till we meet Warwick with his foreign power.
-

Exeunt

-
-

SCENE II. A plain in Warwickshire.

-

-Enter WARWICK and OXFORD, with French soldiers -
- -WARWICK -
-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?
-
- -CLARENCE -
-Fear not that, my lord.
-
- -WARWICK -
-Then, gentle Clarence, welcome unto Warwick;
-And welcome, Somerset: I hold it cowardice
-To rest mistrustful where a noble heart
-Hath pawn'd 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 night's coverture,
-Thy brother being carelessly encamp'd,
-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 sleight and manhood stole to Rhesus' tents,
-And brought from thence the Thracian fatal steeds,
-So we, well cover'd 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 will follow me to 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 Warwick and his friends, God and Saint George!
-

Exeunt

-
-

SCENE III. Edward's camp, near Warwick.

-

-Enter three Watchmen, to guard KING EDWARD IV's tent -
- -First Watchman -
-Come on, my masters, each man take his stand:
-The king by this is set him down to sleep.
-
- -Second Watchman -
-What, will he not to bed?
-
- -First Watchman -
-Why, no; for he hath made a solemn vow
-Never to lie and take his natural rest
-Till Warwick or himself be quite suppress'd.
-
- -Second Watchman -
-To-morrow then belike shall be the day,
-If Warwick be so near as men report.
-
- -Third Watchman -
-But say, I pray, what nobleman is that
-That with the king here resteth in his tent?
-
- -First Watchman -
-'Tis the Lord Hastings, the king's chiefest friend.
-
- -Third Watchman -
-O, 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?
-
- -Second Watchman -
-'Tis the more honour, because more dangerous.
-
- -Third Watchman -
-Ay, 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.
-
- -First Watchman -
-Unless our halberds did shut up his passage.
-
- -Second Watchman -
-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

-
- -WARWICK -
-This is his tent; and see where stand his guard.
-Courage, my masters! honour now or never!
-But follow me, and Edward shall be ours.
-
- -First Watchman -
-Who goes there?
-
- -Second Watchman -
-Stay, or thou diest!
-

WARWICK and the rest cry all, 'Warwick! Warwick!' and set upon the Guard, who fly, crying, 'Arm! arm!' WARWICK and the rest following them

-

The drum playing and trumpet sounding, reenter WARWICK, SOMERSET, and the rest, bringing KING EDWARD IV out in his gown, sitting in a chair. RICHARD and HASTINGS fly over the stage

-
- -SOMERSET -
-What are they that fly there?
-
- -WARWICK -
-Richard and Hastings: let them go; here is The duke.
-
- -KING EDWARD IV -
- The duke! Why, Warwick, when we parted,
-Thou call'dst me king.
-
- -WARWICK -
-Ay, but the case is alter'd:
-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?
-
- -KING EDWARD IV -
-Yea, brother of Clarence, are thou here too?
-Nay, then I see that Edward 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 fortune's malice overthrow my state,
-My mind exceeds the compass of her wheel.
-
- -WARWICK -
-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 convey'd
-Unto my brother, Archbishop of York.
-When I have fought with Pembroke and his fellows,
-I'll follow you, and tell what answer
-Lewis and the Lady Bona send to him.
-Now, for a while farewell, good Duke of York.
-

They lead him out forcibly

-
- -KING EDWARD IV -
-What fates impose, that men must needs abide;
-It boots not to resist both wind and tide.
-

Exit, guarded

-
- -OXFORD -
-What now remains, my lords, for us to do
-But march to London with our soldiers?
-
- -WARWICK -
-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.
-

Exeunt

-
-

SCENE IV. London. The palace.

-

-Enter QUEEN ELIZABETH and RIVERS -
- -RIVERS -
-Madam, what makes you in this sudden change?
-
- -QUEEN ELIZABETH -
-Why brother Rivers, are you yet to learn
-What late misfortune is befall'n King Edward?
-
- -RIVERS -
-What! loss of some pitch'd battle against Warwick?
-
- -QUEEN ELIZABETH -
-No, but the loss of his own royal person.
-
- -RIVERS -
-Then is my sovereign slain?
-
- -QUEEN ELIZABETH -
-Ay, almost slain, for he is taken prisoner,
-Either betray'd 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.
-
- -RIVERS -
-These news I must confess are full of grief;
-Yet, gracious madam, bear it as you may:
-Warwick may lose, that now hath won the day.
-
- -QUEEN ELIZABETH -
-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.
-
- -RIVERS -
-But, madam, where is Warwick then become?
-
- -QUEEN ELIZABETH -
-I am inform'd that he comes towards London,
-To set the crown once more on Henry's head:
-Guess 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 Warwick take us we are sure to die.
-

Exeunt

-
-

SCENE V. A park near Middleham Castle In Yorkshire.

-

-Enter GLOUCESTER, HASTINGS, and STANLEY -
- -GLOUCESTER -
-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 make 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 IV and a Huntsman with him

-
- -Huntsman -
-This way, my lord; for this way lies the game.
-
- -KING EDWARD IV -
-Nay, this way, man: see where the huntsmen stand.
-Now, brother of Gloucester, Lord Hastings, and the rest,
-Stand you thus close, to steal the bishop's deer?
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-Brother, the time and case requireth haste:
-Your horse stands ready at the park-corner.
-
- -KING EDWARD IV -
-But whither shall we then?
-
- -HASTINGS -
-To Lynn, my lord,
-And ship from thence to Flanders.
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-Well guess'd, believe me; for that was my meaning.
-
- -KING EDWARD IV -
-Stanley, I will requite thy forwardness.
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-But wherefore stay we? 'tis no time to talk.
-
- -KING EDWARD IV -
-Huntsman, what say'st thou? wilt thou go along?
-
- -Huntsman -
-Better do so than tarry and be hang'd.
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-Come then, away; let's ha' no more ado.
-
- -KING EDWARD IV -
-Bishop, farewell: shield thee from Warwick's frown;
-And pray that I may repossess the crown.
-

Exeunt

-
-

SCENE VI. London. The Tower.

-

-Flourish. Enter KING HENRY VI, CLARENCE, WARWICK, SOMERSET, HENRY OF RICHMOND, OXFORD, MONTAGUE, and Lieutenant of the Tower -
- -KING HENRY VI -
-Master lieutenant, now that God and friends
-Have shaken Edward from the regal seat,
-And turn'd my captive state to liberty,
-My fear to hope, my sorrows unto joys,
-At our enlargement what are thy due fees?
-
- -Lieutenant -
-Subjects may challenge nothing of their sovereigns;
-But if an humble prayer may prevail,
-I then crave pardon of your majesty.
-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-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'st 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 punish'd 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.
-
- -WARWICK -
-Your grace hath still been famed for 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.
-
- -CLARENCE -
-No, Warwick, thou art worthy of the sway,
-To whom the heavens in thy nativity
-Adjudged an olive branch and laurel crown,
-As likely to be blest in peace and war;
-And therefore I yield thee my free consent.
-
- -WARWICK -
-And I choose Clarence only for protector.
-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-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.
-
- -WARWICK -
-What answers Clarence to his sovereign's will?
-
- -CLARENCE -
-That he consents, if Warwick yield consent;
-For on thy fortune I repose myself.
-
- -WARWICK -
-Why, then, though loath, 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.
-
- -CLARENCE -
-What else? and that succession be determined.
-
- -WARWICK -
-Ay, therein Clarence shall not want his part.
-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-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.
-
- -CLARENCE -
-It shall be done, my sovereign, with all speed.
-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-My Lord of Somerset, what youth is that,
-Of whom you seem to have so tender care?
-
- -SOMERSET -
-My liege, it is young Henry, earl of Richmond.
-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-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.
-His looks are full of peaceful majesty,
-His head by nature framed to wear a crown,
-His hand to wield a sceptre, and himself
-Likely in time to bless a regal throne.
-Make much of him, my lords, for this is he
-Must help you more than you are hurt by me.
-

Enter a Post

-
- -WARWICK -
-What news, my friend?
-
- -Post -
-That Edward is escaped from your brother,
-And fled, as he hears since, to Burgundy.
-
- -WARWICK -
-Unsavoury news! but how made he escape?
-
- -Post -
-He was convey'd by Richard Duke of Gloucester
-And the Lord Hastings, who attended him
-In secret ambush on the forest side
-And from the bishop's huntsmen rescued him;
-For hunting was his daily exercise.
-
- -WARWICK -
-My brother was too careless of his charge.
-But let us hence, my sovereign, to provide
-A salve for any sore that may betide.
-

Exeunt all but SOMERSET, HENRY OF RICHMOND, and OXFORD

-
- -SOMERSET -
-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 't 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 we'll send him hence to Brittany,
-Till storms be past of civil enmity.
-
- -OXFORD -
-Ay, for if Edward repossess the crown,
-'Tis like that Richmond with the rest shall down.
-
- -SOMERSET -
-It shall be so; he shall to Brittany.
-Come, therefore, let's about it speedily.
-

Exeunt

-
-

SCENE VII. Before York.

-

-Flourish. Enter KING EDWARD IV, GLOUCESTER, HASTINGS, and Soldiers -
- -KING EDWARD IV -
-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 pass'd and now repass'd the seas
-And brought desired help from Burgundy:
-What then remains, we being thus arrived
-From Ravenspurgh haven before the gates of York,
-But that we enter, as into our dukedom?
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-The gates made fast! Brother, I like not this;
-For many men that stumble at the threshold
-Are well foretold that danger lurks within.
-
- -KING EDWARD IV -
-Tush, man, abodements must not now affright us:
-By fair or foul means we must enter in,
-For hither will our friends repair to us.
-
- -HASTINGS -
-My liege, I'll knock once more to summon them.
-

Enter, on the walls, the Mayor of York, and his Brethren

-
- -Mayor -
-My lords, we were forewarned of your coming,
-And shut the gates for safety of ourselves;
-For now we owe allegiance unto Henry.
-
- -KING EDWARD IV -
-But, master mayor, if Henry be your king,
-Yet Edward at the least is Duke of York.
-
- -Mayor -
-True, my good lord; I know you for no less.
-
- -KING EDWARD IV -
-Why, and I challenge nothing but my dukedom,
-As being well content with that alone.
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-[Aside] But when the fox hath once got in his nose,
-He'll soon find means to make the body follow.
-
- -HASTINGS -
-Why, master mayor, why stand you in a doubt?
-Open the gates; we are King Henry's friends.
-
- -Mayor -
-Ay, say you so? the gates shall then be open'd.
-

They descend

-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-A wise stout captain, and soon persuaded!
-
- -HASTINGS -
-The good old man would fain that all were well,
-So 'twere not 'long of him; but being enter'd,
-I doubt not, I, but we shall soon persuade
-Both him and all his brothers unto reason.
-

Enter the Mayor and two Aldermen, below

-
- -KING EDWARD IV -
-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

-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-Brother, this is Sir John Montgomery,
-Our trusty friend, unless I be deceived.
-
- -KING EDWARD IV -
-Welcome, Sir John! But why come you in arms?
-
- -MONTAGUE -
-To help King Edward in his time of storm,
-As every loyal subject ought to do.
-
- -KING EDWARD IV -
-Thanks, good Montgomery; but we now forget
-Our title to the crown and only claim
-Our dukedom till God please to send the rest.
-
- -MONTAGUE -
-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

-
- -KING EDWARD IV -
-Nay, stay, Sir John, awhi le, and we'll debate
-By what safe means the crown may be recover'd.
-
- -MONTAGUE -
-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 be gone
-To keep them back that come to succor you:
-Why shall we fight, if you pretend no title?
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-Why, brother, wherefore stand you on nice points?
-
- -KING EDWARD IV -
-When we grow stronger, then we'll make our claim:
-Till then, 'tis wisdom to conceal our meaning.
-
- -HASTINGS -
-Away with scrupulous wit! now arms must rule.
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-And fearless minds climb soonest unto crowns.
-Brother, we will proclaim you out of hand:
-The bruit thereof will bring you many friends.
-
- -KING EDWARD IV -
-Then be it as you will; for 'tis my right,
-And Henry but usurps the diadem.
-
- -MONTAGUE -
-Ay, now my sovereign speaketh like himself;
-And now will I be Edward's champion.
-
- -HASTINGS -
-Sound trumpet; Edward shall be here proclaim'd:
-Come, fellow-soldier, make thou proclamation.
-

Flourish

-
- -Soldier -
-Edward the Fourth, by the grace of God, king of
-England and France, and lord of Ireland, & c.
-
- -MONTAGUE -
-And whosoe'er gainsays King Edward's right,
-By this I challenge him to single fight.
-

Throws down his gauntlet

-
- -All -
-Long live Edward the Fourth!
-
- -KING EDWARD IV -
-Thanks, brave Montgomery; and thanks unto you all:
-If fortune serve me, I'll requite this kindness.
-Now, for this night, let's harbour here in York;
-And when the morning sun shall raise his car
-Above the border of this horizon,
-We'll forward towards Warwick and his mates;
-For well I wot that Henry is no soldier.
-Ah, froward 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.
-

Exeunt

-
-

SCENE VIII. London. The palace.

-

-Flourish. Enter KING HENRY VI, WARWICK, MONTAGUE, CLARENCE, EXETER, and OXFORD -
- -WARWICK -
-What counsel, lords? Edward from Belgia,
-With hasty Germans and blunt Hollanders,
-Hath pass'd in safety through the narrow seas,
-And with his troops doth march amain to London;
-And many giddy people flock to him.
-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-Let's levy men, and beat him back again.
-
- -CLARENCE -
-A little fire is quickly trodden out;
-Which, being suffer'd, rivers cannot quench.
-
- -WARWICK -
-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 command'st:
-And thou, brave Oxford, wondrous well beloved,
-In Oxfordshire shalt muster up thy friends.
-My sovereign, with the loving citizens,
-Like to his island girt in with the ocean,
-Or modest Dian circled with her nymphs,
-Shall rest in London till we come to him.
-Fair lords, take leave and stand not to reply.
-Farewell, my sovereign.
-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-Farewell, my Hector, and my Troy's true hope.
-
- -CLARENCE -
-In sign of truth, I kiss your highness' hand.
-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-Well-minded Clarence, be thou fortunate!
-
- -MONTAGUE -
-Comfort, my lord; and so I take my leave.
-
- -OXFORD -
-And thus I seal my truth, and bid adieu.
-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-Sweet Oxford, and my loving Montague,
-And all at once, once more a happy farewell.
-
- -WARWICK -
-Farewell, sweet lords: let's meet at Coventry.
-

Exeunt all but KING HENRY VI and EXETER

-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-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.
-
- -EXETER -
-The doubt is that he will seduce the rest.
-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-That's not my fear; my meed hath got me fame:
-I have not stopp'd mine ears to their demands,
-Nor posted off their suits with slow delays;
-My pity hath been balm to heal their wounds,
-My mildness hath allay'd their swelling griefs,
-My mercy dried their water-flowing tears;
-I have not been desirous of their wealth,
-Nor much oppress'd them with great subsidies.
-Nor forward of revenge, though they much err'd:
-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. 'A Lancaster! A Lancaster!'

-
- -EXETER -
-Hark, hark, my lord! what shouts are these?
-

Enter KING EDWARD IV, GLOUCESTER, and soldiers

-
- -KING EDWARD IV -
-Seize on 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:
-Now stops thy spring; my sea sha$l suck them dry,
-And swell so much the higher by their ebb.
-Hence with him to the Tower; let him not speak.
-

Exeunt some with KING HENRY VI

-And, lords, towards Coventry bend we our course
-Where peremptory Warwick now remains:
-The sun shines hot; and, if we use delay,
-Cold biting winter mars our hoped-for hay.
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-Away betimes, before his forces join,
-And take the great-grown traitor unawares:
-Brave warriors, march amain towards Coventry.
-

Exeunt

-

-

ACT V

-

SCENE I. Coventry.

-

-Enter WARWICK, the Mayor of Coventry, two Messengers, and others upon the walls -
- -WARWICK -
-Where is the post that came from valiant Oxford?
-How far hence is thy lord, mine honest fellow?
-
- -First Messenger -
-By this at Dunsmore, marching hitherward.
-
- -WARWICK -
-How far off is our brother Montague?
-Where is the post that came from Montague?
-
- -Second Messenger -
-By this at Daintry, with a puissant troop.
-

Enter SIR JOHN SOMERVILLE

-
- -WARWICK -
-Say, Somerville, what says my loving son?
-And, by thy guess, how nigh is Clarence now?
-
- -SOMERSET -
-At Southam I did leave him with his forces,
-And do expect him here some two hours hence.
-

Drum heard

-
- -WARWICK -
-Then Clarence is at hand, I hear his drum.
-
- -SOMERSET -
-It is not his, my lord; here Southam lies:
-The drum your honour hears marcheth from Warwick.
-
- -WARWICK -
-Who should that be? belike, unlook'd-for friends.
-
- -SOMERSET -
-They are at hand, and you shall quickly know.
-

March: flourish. Enter KING EDWARD IV, GLOUCESTER, and soldiers

-
- -KING EDWARD IV -
-Go, trumpet, to the walls, and sound a parle.
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-See how the surly Warwick mans the wall!
-
- -WARWICK -
-O unbid spite! is sportful Edward come?
-Where slept our scouts, or how are they seduced,
-That we could hear no news of his repair?
-
- -KING EDWARD IV -
-Now, Warwick, wilt thou ope the city gates,
-Speak gentle words and humbly bend thy knee,
-Call Edward king and at his hands beg mercy?
-And he shall pardon thee these outrages.
-
- -WARWICK -
-Nay, rather, wilt thou draw thy forces hence,
-Confess who set thee up and pluck'd thee own,
-Call Warwick patron and be penitent?
-And thou shalt still remain the Duke of York.
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-I thought, at least, he would have said the king;
-Or did he make the jest against his will?
-
- -WARWICK -
-Is not a dukedom, sir, a goodly gift?
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-Ay, by my faith, for a poor earl to give:
-I'll do thee service for so good a gift.
-
- -WARWICK -
-'Twas I that gave the kingdom to thy brother.
-
- -KING EDWARD IV -
-Why then 'tis mine, if but by Warwick's gift.
-
- -WARWICK -
-Thou art no Atlas for so great a weight:
-And weakling, Warwick takes his gift again;
-And Henry is my king, Warwick his subject.
-
- -KING EDWARD IV -
-But Warwick's king is Edward's prisoner:
-And, gallant Warwick, do but answer this:
-What is the body when the head is off?
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-Alas, that Warwick had no more forecast,
-But, whiles he thought to steal the single ten,
-The king was slily finger'd from the deck!
-You left poor Henry at the Bishop's palace,
-And, ten to one, you'll meet him in the Tower.
-
- -EDWARD -
-'Tis even so; yet you are Warwick still.
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-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 to thee.
-
- -KING EDWARD IV -
-Sail how thou canst, have wind and tide thy friend,
-This hand, fast wound about thy coal-black hair
-Shall, whiles thy head is warm and new cut off,
-Write in the dust this sentence with thy blood,
-'Wind-changing Warwick now can change no more.'
-

Enter OXFORD, with drum and colours

-
- -WARWICK -
-O cheerful colours! see where Oxford comes!
-
- -OXFORD -
-Oxford, Oxford, for Lancaster!
-

He and his forces enter the city

-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-The gates are open, let us enter too.
-
- -KING EDWARD IV -
-So other foes may set upon our backs.
-Stand we in good array; for they no doubt
-Will issue out again and bid us battle:
-If not, the city being but of small defence,
-We'll quickly rouse the traitors in the same.
-
- -WARWICK -
-O, welcome, Oxford! for we want thy help.
-

Enter MONTAGUE with drum and colours

-
- -MONTAGUE -
-Montague, Montague, for Lancaster!
-

He and his forces enter the city

-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-Thou and thy brother both shall buy this treason
-Even with the dearest blood your bodies bear.
-
- -KING EDWARD IV -
-The harder match'd, the greater victory:
-My mind presageth happy gain and conquest.
-

Enter SOMERSET, with drum and colours

-
- -SOMERSET -
-Somerset, Somerset, for Lancaster!
-

He and his forces enter the city

-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-Two of thy name, both Dukes of Somerset,
-Have sold their lives unto the house of York;
-And thou shalt be the third if this sword hold.
-

Enter CLARENCE, with drum and colours

-
- -WARWICK -
-And lo, where George of Clarence sweeps along,
-Of force enough to bid his brother battle;
-With whom an upright zeal to right prevails
-More than the nature of a brother's love!
-Come, Clarence, come; thou wilt, if Warwick call.
-
- -CLARENCE -
-Father of Warwick, know you what this means?
-

Taking his 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, wheresoe'er I meet thee--
-As 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.
-
- -KING EDWARD IV -
-Now welcome more, and ten times more beloved,
-Than if thou never hadst deserved our hate.
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-Welcome, good Clarence; this is brotherlike.
-
- -WARWICK -
-O passing traitor, perjured and unjust!
-
- -KING EDWARD IV -
-What, Warwick, wilt thou leave the town and fight?
-Or shall we beat the stones about thine ears?
-
- -WARWICK -
-Alas, I am not coop'd here for defence!
-I will away towards Barnet presently,
-And bid thee battle, Edward, if thou darest.
-
- -KING EDWARD IV -
-Yes, Warwick, Edward dares, and leads the way.
-Lords, to the field; Saint George and victory!
-

Exeunt King Edward and his company. March. Warwick and his company follow

-
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SCENE II. A field of battle near Barnet.

-

-Alarum and excursions. Enter KING EDWARD IV, bringing forth WARWICK wounded -
- -KING EDWARD IV -
-So, lie thou there: die thou, and die our fear;
-For Warwick was a bug that fear'd us all.
-Now, Montague, sit fast; I seek for thee,
-That Warwick's bones may keep thine company.
-

Exit

-
- -WARWICK -
-Ah, who is nigh? come to me, friend or foe,
-And tell me who is victor, York or Warwick?
-Why ask I that? my mangled body shows,
-My blood, my want of strength, my sick heart shows.
-That I must yield my body to the earth
-And, by my fall, the conquest to my foe.
-Thus yields the cedar to the axe's edge,
-Whose arms gave shelter to the princely eagle,
-Under whose shade the ramping lion slept,
-Whose top-branch overpeer'd Jove's spreading tree
-And kept low shrubs from winter's powerful wind.
-These eyes, that now are dimm'd with death's black veil,
-Have been as piercing as the mid-day sun,
-To search the secret treasons of the world:
-The wrinkles in my brows, now filled with blood,
-Were liken'd oft to kingly sepulchres;
-For who lived king, but I could dig his grave?
-And who durst mine when Warwick bent his brow?
-Lo, now my glory smear'd in dust and blood!
-My parks, my walks, my manors that I had.
-Even now forsake me, and of all my lands
-Is nothing left me but my body's length.
-Why, what is pomp, rule, reign, but earth and dust?
-And, live we how we can, yet die we must.
-

Enter OXFORD and SOMERSET

-
- -SOMERSET -
-Ah, Warwick, Warwick! wert thou as we are.
-We might recover all our loss again;
-The queen from France hath brought a puissant power:
-Even now we heard the news: ah, could'st thou fly!
-
- -WARWICK -
-Why, then I would not fly. Ah, Montague,
-If thou be there, sweet brother, take my hand.
-And with thy lips keep in my soul awhile!
-Thou lovest me not; for, brother, if thou didst,
-Thy tears would wash this cold congealed blood
-That glues my lips and will not let me speak.
-Come quickly, Montague, or I am dead.
-
- -SOMERSET -
-Ah, Warwick! Montague hath breathed his last;
-And to the latest gasp cried out for Warwick,
-And said 'Commend me to my valiant brother.'
-And more he would have said, and more he spoke,
-Which sounded like a clamour in a vault,
-That mought not be distinguished; but at last
-I well might hear, delivered with a groan,
-'O, farewell, Warwick!'
-
- -WARWICK -
-Sweet rest his soul! Fly, lords, and save yourselves;
-For Warwick bids you all farewell to meet in heaven.
-

Dies

-
- -OXFORD -
-Away, away, to meet the queen's great power!
-

Here they bear away his body. Exeunt

-
-

SCENE III. Another part of the field.

-

-Flourish. Enter KING EDWARD IV in triumph; with GLOUCESTER, CLARENCE, and the rest -
- -KING EDWARD IV -
-Thus far our fortune keeps an upward course,
-And we are graced with wreaths of victory.
-But, in the midst of this bright-shining day,
-I spy a black, suspicious, threatening cloud,
-That will encounter with our glorious sun,
-Ere he attain his easeful western bed:
-I mean, my lords, those powers that the queen
-Hath raised in Gallia have arrived our coast
-And, as we hear, march on to fight with us.
-
- -CLARENCE -
-A little gale will soon disperse that cloud
-And blow it to the source from whence it came:
-The very beams will dry those vapours up,
-For every cloud engenders not a storm.
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-The queen is valued thirty thousand strong,
-And Somerset, with Oxford fled to her:
-If she have time to breathe be well assured
-Her faction will be full as strong as ours.
-
- -KING EDWARD IV -
-We are advertised by our loving friends
-That they do hold their course toward Tewksbury:
-We, having now the best at Barnet field,
-Will thither straight, for willingness rids way;
-And, as we march, our strength will be augmented
-In every county as we go along.
-Strike up the drum; cry 'Courage!' and away.
-

Exeunt

-
-

SCENE IV. Plains near Tewksbury.

-

-March. Enter QUEEN MARGARET, PRINCE EDWARD, SOMERSET, OXFORD, and soldiers -
- -QUEEN MARGARET -
-Great lords, wise men ne'er sit and wail their loss,
-But cheerly seek how to redress their harms.
-What though the mast be now blown overboard,
-The cable broke, the holding-anchor lost,
-And half our sailors swallow'd in the flood?
-Yet lives our pilot still. Is't meet that he
-Should leave the helm and 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 saved?
-Ah, what a shame! ah, what a fault were this!
-Say Warwick was our anchor; what of that?
-And Montague our topmost; what of him?
-Our slaughter'd friends the tackles; what of these?
-Why, is not Oxford here another anchor?
-And Somerset another goodly mast?
-The friends of France our shrouds and tacklings?
-And, though unskilful, why not Ned and I
-For once allow'd the skilful pilot's 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
-'Twere childish weakness to lament or fear.
-
- -PRINCE EDWARD -
-Methinks a woman of this valiant spirit
-Should, if a coward heard her speak these words,
-Infuse his breast with magnanimity
-And make him, naked, foil a man at arms.
-I speak not this as doubting any here
-For did I but suspect a fearful man
-He should have leave to go away betimes,
-Lest in our need he might 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.
-
- -OXFORD -
-Women and children of so high a courage,
-And warriors faint! why, 'twere perpetual shame.
-O brave young prince! thy famous grandfather
-Doth live again in thee: long mayst thou live
-To bear his image and renew his glories!
-
- -SOMERSET -
-And he that will not fight for such a hope.
-Go home to bed, and like the owl by day,
-If he arise, be mock'd and wonder'd at.
-
- -QUEEN MARGARET -
-Thanks, gentle Somerset; sweet Oxford, thanks.
-
- -PRINCE EDWARD -
-And take his thanks that yet hath nothing else.
-

Enter a Messenger

-
- -Messenger -
-Prepare you, lords, for Edward is at hand.
-Ready to fight; therefore be resolute.
-
- -OXFORD -
- I thought no less: it is his policy
-To haste thus fast, to find us unprovided.
-
- -SOMERSET -
-But he's deceived; we are in readiness.
-
- -QUEEN MARGARET -
-This cheers my heart, to see your forwardness.
-
- -OXFORD -
-Here pitch our battle; hence we will not budge.
-

Flourish and march. Enter KING EDWARD IV, GLOUCESTER, CLARENCE, and soldiers

-
- -KING EDWARD IV -
-Brave followers, yonder stands the thorny wood,
-Which, by the heavens' assistance and your strength,
-Must by the roots be hewn up yet ere night.
-I need not add more fuel to your fire,
-For well I wot ye blaze to burn them out
-Give signal to the fight, and to it, lords!
-
- -QUEEN MARGARET -
-Lords, knights, and gentlemen, what I should say
-My tears gainsay; for every word I speak,
-Ye see, I drink the water of mine eyes.
-Therefore, no more but this: Henry, your sovereign,
-Is prisoner to the foe; his state usurp'd,
-His realm a slaughter-house, his subjects slain,
-His statutes cancell'd and his treasure spent;
-And yonder is the wolf that makes this spoil.
-You fight in justice: then, in God's name, lords,
-Be valiant and give signal to the fight.
-

Alarum. Retreat. Excursions. Exeunt

-
-

SCENE V. Another part of the field.

-

-Flourish. Enter KING EDWARD IV, GLOUCESTER, CLARENCE, and soldiers; with QUEEN MARGARET, OXFORD, and SOMERSET, prisoners -
- -KING EDWARD IV -
-Now here a period of tumultuous broils.
-Away with Oxford to Hames Castle straight:
-For Somerset, off with his guilty head.
-Go, bear them hence; I will not hear them speak.
-
- -OXFORD -
-For my part, I'll not trouble thee with words.
-
- -SOMERSET -
-Nor I, but stoop with patience to my fortune.
-

Exeunt Oxford and Somerset, guarded

-
- -QUEEN MARGARET -
-So part we sadly in this troublous world,
-To meet with joy in sweet Jerusalem.
-
- -KING EDWARD IV -
-Is proclamation made, that who finds Edward
-Shall have a high reward, and he his life?
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-It is: and lo, where youthful Edward comes!
-

Enter soldiers, with PRINCE EDWARD

-
- -KING EDWARD IV -
-Bring forth the gallant, let us hear him speak.
-What! can so young a thorn begin to prick?
-Edward, what satisfaction canst thou make
-For bearing arms, for stirring up my subjects,
-And all the trouble thou hast turn'd me to?
-
- -PRINCE EDWARD -
-Speak like a subject, proud ambitious York!
-Suppose that I am now my father's mouth;
-Resign thy chair, and where I stand kneel thou,
-Whilst I propose the selfsame words to thee,
-Which traitor, thou wouldst have me answer to.
-
- -QUEEN MARGARET -
-Ah, that thy father had been so resolved!
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-That you might still have worn the petticoat,
-And ne'er have stol'n the breech from Lancaster.
-
- -PRINCE EDWARD -
-Let AEsop fable in a winter's night;
-His currish riddles sort not with this place.
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-By heaven, brat, I'll plague ye for that word.
-
- -QUEEN MARGARET -
-Ay, thou wast born to be a plague to men.
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-For God's sake, take away this captive scold.
-
- -PRINCE EDWARD -
-Nay, take away this scolding crookback rather.
-
- -KING EDWARD IV -
-Peace, wilful boy, or I will charm your tongue.
-
- -CLARENCE -
-Untutor'd lad, thou art too malapert.
-
- -PRINCE EDWARD -
-I know my duty; you are all undutiful:
-Lascivious Edward, and thou perjured George,
-And thou mis-shapen Dick, I tell ye all
-I am your better, traitors as ye are:
-And thou usurp'st my father's right and mine.
-
- -KING EDWARD IV -
-Take that, thou likeness of this railer here.
-

Stabs him

-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-Sprawl'st thou? take that, to end thy agony.
-

Stabs him

-
- -CLARENCE -
-And there's for twitting me with perjury.
-

Stabs him

-
- -QUEEN MARGARET -
-O, kill me too!
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-Marry, and shall.
-

Offers to kill her

-
- -KING EDWARD IV -
-Hold, Richard, hold; for we have done too much.
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-Why should she live, to fill the world with words?
-
- -KING EDWARD IV -
-What, doth she swoon? use means for her recovery.
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-Clarence, excuse me to the king my brother;
-I'll hence to London on a serious matter:
-Ere ye come there, be sure to hear some news.
-
- -CLARENCE -
-What? what?
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-The Tower, the Tower.
-

Exit

-
- -QUEEN MARGARET -
-O Ned, sweet Ned! speak to thy mother, boy!
-Canst thou not speak? O traitors! murderers!
-They that stabb'd Caesar shed no blood at all,
-Did not offend, nor were not worthy blame,
-If this foul deed were by to equal it:
-He was a man; this, in respect, a child:
-And men ne'er spend their fury on a child.
-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 stirr'd up remorse:
-But if you ever chance to have a child,
-Look in his youth to have him so cut off
-As, deathmen, you have rid this sweet young prince!
-
- -KING EDWARD IV -
-Away with her; go, bear her hence perforce.
-
- -QUEEN MARGARET -
-Nay, never bear me hence, dispatch me here,
-Here sheathe thy sword, I'll pardon thee my death:
-What, wilt thou not? then, Clarence, do it thou.
-
- -CLARENCE -
-By heaven, I will not do thee so much ease.
-
- -QUEEN MARGARET -
-Good Clarence, do; sweet Clarence, do thou do it.
-
- -CLARENCE -
-Didst thou not hear me swear I would not do it?
-
- -QUEEN MARGARET -
-Ay, but thou usest to forswear thyself:
-'Twas sin before, but now 'tis charity.
-What, wilt thou not? Where is that devil's butcher,
-Hard-favour'd Richard? Richard, where art thou?
-Thou art not here: murder is thy alms-deed;
-Petitioners for blood thou ne'er put'st back.
-
- -KING EDWARD IV -
-Away, I say; I charge ye, bear her hence.
-
- -QUEEN MARGARET -
-So come to you and yours, as to this Prince!
-

Exit, led out forcibly

-
- -KING EDWARD IV -
-Where's Richard gone?
-
- -CLARENCE -
-To London, all in post; and, as I guess,
-To make a bloody supper in the Tower.
-
- -KING EDWARD IV -
-He's sudden, if a thing comes in his head.
-Now march we hence: discharge the common sort
-With pay and thanks, and let's away to London
-And see our gentle queen how well she fares:
-By this, I hope, she hath a son for me.
-

Exeunt

-
-

SCENE VI. London. The Tower.

-

-Enter KING HENRY VI and GLOUCESTER, with the Lieutenant, on the walls -
- -GLOUCESTER -
-Good day, my lord. What, at your book so hard?
-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-Ay, my good lord:--my lord, I should say rather;
-'Tis sin to flatter; 'good' was little better:
-'Good Gloucester' and 'good devil' were alike,
-And both preposterous; therefore, not 'good lord.'
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-Sirrah, leave us to ourselves: we must confer.
-

Exit Lieutenant

-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-So flies the reckless shepherd from the wolf;
-So first the harmless sheep doth yield his fleece
-And next his throat unto the butcher's knife.
-What scene of death hath Roscius now to act?
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind;
-The thief doth fear each bush an officer.
-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-The bird that hath been limed in a bush,
-With trembling wings misdoubteth every bush;
-And I, the hapless male to one sweet bird,
-Have now the fatal object in my eye
-Where my poor young was limed, was caught and kill'd.
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-Why, what a peevish fool was that of Crete,
-That taught his son the office of a fowl!
-An yet, for all his wings, the fool was drown'd.
-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-I, Daedalus; my poor boy, Icarus;
-Thy father, Minos, that denied our course;
-The sun that sear'd the wings of my sweet boy
-Thy brother Edward, and thyself the sea
-Whose envious gulf did swallow up his life.
-Ah, kill me with thy weapon, not with words!
-My breast can better brook thy dagger's point
-Than can my ears that tragic history.
-But wherefore dost thou come? is't for my life?
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-Think'st thou I am an executioner?
-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-A persecutor, I am sure, thou art:
-If murdering innocents be executing,
-Why, then thou art an executioner.
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-Thy son I kill'd for his presumption.
-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-Hadst thou been kill'd when first thou didst presume,
-Thou hadst not lived to kill a son of mine.
-And thus I prophesy, that many a thousand,
-Which now mistrust no parcel of my fear,
-And many an old man's sigh and many a widow's,
-And many an orphan's water-standing eye--
-Men for their sons, wives for their husbands,
-And orphans for their parents timeless death--
-Shall rue the hour that ever thou wast born.
-The owl shriek'd at thy birth,--an evil sign;
-The night-crow cried, aboding luckless time;
-Dogs howl'd, and hideous tempest shook down trees;
-The raven rook'd her on the chimney's top,
-And chattering pies in dismal discords 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 camest to bite the world:
-And, if the rest be true which I have heard,
-Thou camest--
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-I'll hear no more: die, prophet in thy speech:
-

Stabs him

-For this amongst the rest, was I ordain'd.
-
- -KING HENRY VI -
-Ay, and for much more slaughter after this.
-God forgive my sins, and pardon thee!
-

Dies

-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-What, will the aspiring blood of Lancaster
-Sink in the ground? I thought it would have mounted.
-See how my sword weeps for the poor king's death!
-O, may such purple tears be alway shed
-From those that wish the downfall of our house!
-If any spark of life be yet remaining,
-Down, down to hell; and say I sent thee thither:
-

Stabs him again

-I, 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 their ruin that usurp'd our right?
-The midwife wonder'd 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 make crook'd my mind to answer it.
-I have no brother, I am like no brother;
-And this word 'love,' which graybeards 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 buz 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 VII. London. The palace.

-

-Flourish. Enter KING EDWARD IV, QUEEN ELIZABETH, CLARENCE, GLOUCESTER, HASTINGS, a Nurse with the young Prince, and Attendants -
- -KING EDWARD IV -
-Once more we sit in England's royal throne,
-Re-purchased with the blood of enemies.
-What valiant foemen, like to autumn's corn,
-Have we mow'd down, in tops of all their pride!
-Three Dukes of Somerset, threefold renown'd
-For hardy and undoubted champions;
-Two Cliffords, as the father and the son,
-And two Northumberlands; two braver men
-Ne'er spurr'd their coursers at the trumpet's sound;
-With them, the two brave bears, Warwick and Montague,
-That in their chains fetter'd the kingly lion
-And made the forest tremble when they roar'd.
-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 armours watch'd the winter's night,
-Went all afoot in summer's scalding heat,
-That thou mightst repossess the crown in peace;
-And of our labours thou shalt reap the gain.
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-[Aside] I'll blast his harvest, if your head were laid;
-For yet I am not look'd on in the world.
-This shoulder was ordain'd so thick to heave;
-And heave it shall some weight, or break my back:
-Work thou the way,--and thou shalt execute.
-
- -KING EDWARD IV -
-Clarence and Gloucester, love my lovely queen;
-And kiss your princely nephew, brothers both.
-
- -CLARENCE -
-The duty that I owe unto your majesty
-I seal upon the lips of this sweet babe.
-
- -QUEEN ELIZABETH -
-Thanks, noble Clarence; worthy brother, thanks.
-
- -GLOUCESTER -
-And, that I love the tree from whence thou sprang'st,
-Witness the loving kiss I give the fruit.
-

Aside

-And cried 'all hail!' when as he meant all harm.
-
- -KING EDWARD IV -
-Now am I seated as my soul delights,
-Having my country's peace and brothers' loves.
-
- -CLARENCE -
-What will your grace have done with Margaret?
-Reignier, her father, to the king of France
-Hath pawn'd the Sicils and Jerusalem,
-And hither have they sent it for her ransom.
-
- -KING EDWARD IV -
-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 drums and trumpets! farewell sour annoy!
-For here, I hope, begins our lasting joy.
-

Exeunt

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-Act 1, Scene 1: London. The Parliament-house.
-Act 1, Scene 2: Sandal Castle.
-Act 1, Scene 3: Field of battle betwixt Sandal Castle and Wakefield.
-Act 1, Scene 4: Another part of the field.
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-Act 2, Scene 1: A plain near Mortimer's Cross in Herefordshire.
-Act 2, Scene 2: Before York.
-Act 2, Scene 3: A field of battle between Towton and Saxton, in
-Act 2, Scene 4: Another part of the field.
-Act 2, Scene 5: Another part of the field.
-Act 2, Scene 6: Another part of the field.
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-Act 3, Scene 1: A forest in the north of England.
-Act 3, Scene 2: London. The palace.
-Act 3, Scene 3: France. KING LEWIS XI's palace.
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-Act 4, Scene 1: London. The palace.
-Act 4, Scene 2: A plain in Warwickshire.
-Act 4, Scene 3: Edward's camp, near Warwick.
-Act 4, Scene 4: London. The palace.
-Act 4, Scene 5: A park near Middleham Castle In Yorkshire.
-Act 4, Scene 6: London. The Tower.
-Act 4, Scene 7: Before York.
-Act 4, Scene 8: London. The palace.
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-Act 5, Scene 1: Coventry.
-Act 5, Scene 2: A field of battle near Barnet.
-Act 5, Scene 3: Another part of the field.
-Act 5, Scene 4: Plains near Tewksbury.
-Act 5, Scene 5: Another part of the field.
-Act 5, Scene 6: London. The Tower.
-Act 5, Scene 7: London. The palace.
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The Third part of King Henry the Sixth +
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SCENE I. London. The Parliament-house.

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+Alarum. Enter YORK, EDWARD, RICHARD, NORFOLK, MONTAGUE, WARWICK, and Soldiers +
+ +WARWICK +
+I wonder how the king escaped our hands.
+
+ +YORK +
+While we pursued the horsemen of the north,
+He slily stole away and left his men:
+Whereat the great Lord of Northumberland,
+Whose warlike ears could never brook retreat,
+Cheer'd 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.
+
+ +EDWARD +
+Lord Stafford's father, Duke of Buckingham,
+Is either slain or wounded dangerously;
+I cleft his beaver with a downright blow:
+That this is true, father, behold his blood.
+
+ +MONTAGUE +
+And, brother, here's the Earl of Wiltshire's blood,
+Whom I encounter'd as the battles join'd.
+
+ +RICHARD +
+Speak thou for me and tell them what I did.
+

Throwing down SOMERSET's head

+
+ +YORK +
+Richard hath best deserved of all my sons.
+But is your grace dead, my Lord of Somerset?
+
+ +NORFOLK +
+Such hope have all the line of John of Gaunt!
+
+ +RICHARD +
+Thus do I hope to shake King Henry's head.
+
+ +WARWICK +
+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 heirs'
+
+ +YORK +
+Assist me, then, sweet Warwick, and I will;
+For hither we have broken in by force.
+
+ +NORFOLK +
+We'll all assist you; he that flies shall die.
+
+ +YORK +
+Thanks, gentle Norfolk: stay by me, my lords;
+And, soldiers, stay and lodge by me this night.
+

They go up

+
+ +WARWICK +
+And when the king comes, offer no violence,
+Unless he seek to thrust you out perforce.
+
+ +YORK +
+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.
+
+ +RICHARD +
+Arm'd as we are, let's stay within this house.
+
+ +WARWICK +
+The bloody parliament shall this be call'd,
+Unless Plantagenet, Duke of York, be king,
+And bashful Henry deposed, whose cowardice
+Hath made us by-words to our enemies.
+
+ +YORK +
+Then leave me not, my lords; be resolute;
+I mean to take possession of my right.
+
+ +WARWICK +
+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.
+I'll plant Plantagenet, root him up who dares:
+Resolve thee, Richard; claim the English crown.
+

Flourish. Enter KING HENRY VI, CLIFFORD, NORTHUMBERLAND, WESTMORELAND, EXETER, and the rest

+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+My lords, look where the sturdy rebel sits,
+Even in the chair of state: belike he means,
+Back'd by the power of Warwick, that false peer,
+To aspire unto the crown and reign as king.
+Earl of Northumberland, he slew thy father.
+And thine, Lord Clifford; and you both have vow'd revenge
+On him, his sons, his favourites and his friends.
+
+ +NORTHUMBERLAND +
+If I be not, heavens be revenged on me!
+
+ +CLIFFORD +
+The hope thereof makes Clifford mourn in steel.
+
+ +WESTMORELAND +
+What, shall we suffer this? let's pluck him down:
+My heart for anger burns; I cannot brook it.
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+Be patient, gentle Earl of Westmoreland.
+
+ +CLIFFORD +
+Patience is for poltroons, 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.
+
+ +NORTHUMBERLAND +
+Well hast thou spoken, cousin: be it so.
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+Ah, know you not the city favours them,
+And they have troops of soldiers at their beck?
+
+ +EXETER +
+But when the duke is slain, they'll quickly fly.
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+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.
+
+ +YORK +
+I am thine.
+
+ +EXETER +
+For shame, come down: he made thee Duke of York.
+
+ +YORK +
+'Twas my inheritance, as the earldom was.
+
+ +EXETER +
+Thy father was a traitor to the crown.
+
+ +WARWICK +
+Exeter, thou art a traitor to the crown
+In following this usurping Henry.
+
+ +CLIFFORD +
+Whom should he follow but his natural king?
+
+ +WARWICK +
+True, Clifford; and that's Richard Duke of York.
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+And shall I stand, and thou sit in my throne?
+
+ +YORK +
+It must and shall be so: content thyself.
+
+ +WARWICK +
+Be Duke of Lancaster; let him be king.
+
+ +WESTMORELAND +
+He is both king and Duke of Lancaster;
+And that the Lord of Westmoreland shall maintain.
+
+ +WARWICK +
+And Warwick shall disprove it. You forget
+That we are those which chased you from the field
+And slew your fathers, and with colours spread
+March'd through the city to the palace gates.
+
+ +NORTHUMBERLAND +
+Yes, Warwick, I remember it to my grief;
+And, by his soul, thou and thy house shall rue it.
+
+ +WESTMORELAND +
+Plantagenet, of thee and these thy sons,
+Thy kinsman and thy friends, I'll have more lives
+Than drops of blood were in my father's veins.
+
+ +CLIFFORD +
+Urge it no more; lest that, instead of words,
+I send thee, Warwick, such a messenger
+As shall revenge his death before I stir.
+
+ +WARWICK +
+Poor Clifford! how I scorn his worthless threats!
+
+ +YORK +
+Will you we show our title to the crown?
+If not, our swords shall plead it in the field.
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+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 the Fifth,
+Who made the Dauphin and the French to stoop
+And seized upon their towns and provinces.
+
+ +WARWICK +
+Talk not of France, sith thou hast lost it all.
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+The lord protector lost it, and not I:
+When I was crown'd I was but nine months old.
+
+ +RICHARD +
+You are old enough now, and yet, methinks, you lose.
+Father, tear the crown from the usurper's head.
+
+ +EDWARD +
+Sweet father, do so; set it on your head.
+
+ +MONTAGUE +
+Good brother, as thou lovest and honourest arms,
+Let's fight it out and not stand cavilling thus.
+
+ +RICHARD +
+Sound drums and trumpets, and the king will fly.
+
+ +YORK +
+Sons, peace!
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+Peace, thou! and give King Henry leave to speak.
+
+ +WARWICK +
+Plantagenet shall speak first: hear him, lords;
+And be you silent and attentive too,
+For he that interrupts him shall not live.
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+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;
+Ay, and their colours, often borne 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.
+
+ +WARWICK +
+Prove it, Henry, and thou shalt be king.
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+Henry the Fourth by conquest got the crown.
+
+ +YORK +
+'Twas by rebellion against his king.
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+[Aside] I know not what to say; my title's weak.--
+Tell me, may not a king adopt an heir?
+
+ +YORK +
+What then?
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+An if he may, then am I lawful king;
+For Richard, in the view of many lords,
+Resign'd the crown to Henry the Fourth,
+Whose heir my father was, and I am his.
+
+ +YORK +
+He rose against him, being his sovereign,
+And made him to resign his crown perforce.
+
+ +WARWICK +
+Suppose, my lords, he did it unconstrain'd,
+Think you 'twere prejudicial to his crown?
+
+ +EXETER +
+No; for he could not so resign his crown
+But that the next heir should succeed and reign.
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+Art thou against us, Duke of Exeter?
+
+ +EXETER +
+His is the right, and therefore pardon me.
+
+ +YORK +
+Why whisper you, my lords, and answer not?
+
+ +EXETER +
+My conscience tells me he is lawful king.
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+[Aside] All will revolt from me, and turn to him.
+
+ +NORTHUMBERLAND +
+Plantagenet, for all the claim thou lay'st,
+Think not that Henry shall be so deposed.
+
+ +WARWICK +
+Deposed he shall be, in despite of all.
+
+ +NORTHUMBERLAND +
+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.
+
+ +CLIFFORD +
+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!
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+O Clifford, how thy words revive my heart!
+
+ +YORK +
+Henry of Lancaster, resign thy crown.
+What mutter you, or what conspire you, lords?
+
+ +WARWICK +
+Do right unto this princely Duke of York,
+Or I will fill the house with armed 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

+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+My Lord of Warwick, hear me but one word:
+Let me for this my life-time reign as king.
+
+ +YORK +
+Confirm the crown to me and to mine heirs,
+And thou shalt reign in quiet while thou livest.
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+I am content: Richard Plantagenet,
+Enjoy the kingdom after my decease.
+
+ +CLIFFORD +
+What wrong is this unto the prince your son!
+
+ +WARWICK +
+What good is this to England and himself!
+
+ +WESTMORELAND +
+Base, fearful and despairing Henry!
+
+ +CLIFFORD +
+How hast thou injured both thyself and us!
+
+ +WESTMORELAND +
+I cannot stay to hear these articles.
+
+ +NORTHUMBERLAND +
+Nor I.
+
+ +CLIFFORD +
+Come, cousin, let us tell the queen these news.
+
+ +WESTMORELAND +
+Farewell, faint-hearted and degenerate king,
+In whose cold blood no spark of honour bides.
+
+ +NORTHUMBERLAND +
+Be thou a prey unto the house of York,
+And die in bands for this unmanly deed!
+
+ +CLIFFORD +
+In dreadful war mayst thou be overcome,
+Or live in peace abandon'd and despised!
+

Exeunt NORTHUMBERLAND, CLIFFORD, and WESTMORELAND

+
+ +WARWICK +
+Turn this way, Henry, and regard them not.
+
+ +EXETER +
+They seek revenge and therefore will not yield.
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+Ah, Exeter!
+
+ +WARWICK +
+ Why should you sigh, my lord?
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+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.
+
+ +YORK +
+This oath I willingly take and will perform.
+
+ +WARWICK +
+Long live King Henry! Plantagenet embrace him.
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+And long live thou and these thy forward sons!
+
+ +YORK +
+Now York and Lancaster are reconciled.
+
+ +EXETER +
+Accursed be he that seeks to make them foes!
+

Sennet. Here they come down

+
+ +YORK +
+Farewell, my gracious lord; I'll to my castle.
+
+ +WARWICK +
+And I'll keep London with my soldiers.
+
+ +NORFOLK +
+And I to Norfolk with my followers.
+
+ +MONTAGUE +
+And I unto the sea from whence I came.
+

Exeunt YORK, EDWARD, EDMUND, GEORGE, RICHARD, WARWICK, NORFOLK, MONTAGUE, their Soldiers, and Attendants

+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+And I, with grief and sorrow, to the court.
+

Enter QUEEN MARGARET and PRINCE EDWARD

+
+ +EXETER +
+Here comes the queen, whose looks bewray her anger:
+I'll steal away.
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+ Exeter, so will I.
+
+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+Nay, go not from me; I will follow thee.
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+Be patient, gentle queen, and I will stay.
+
+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+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 nourish'd 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.
+
+ +PRINCE EDWARD +
+Father, you cannot disinherit me:
+If you be king, why should not I succeed?
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+Pardon me, Margaret; pardon me, sweet son:
+The Earl of Warwick and the duke enforced me.
+
+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+Enforced thee! art thou king, and wilt be forced?
+I 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 Falconbridge 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, which am a silly woman,
+The soldiers should have toss'd me on their pikes
+Before I would have granted to that act.
+But thou preferr'st 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
+Whereby 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.
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+Stay, gentle Margaret, and hear me speak.
+
+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+Thou hast spoke too much already: get thee gone.
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+Gentle son Edward, thou wilt stay with me?
+
+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+Ay, to be murder'd by his enemies.
+
+ +PRINCE EDWARD +
+When I return with victory from the field
+I'll see your grace: till then I'll follow her.
+
+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+Come, son, away; we may not linger thus.
+

Exeunt QUEEN MARGARET and PRINCE EDWARD

+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+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.
+
+ +EXETER +
+And I, I hope, shall reconcile them all.
+

Exeunt

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SCENE II. Sandal Castle.

+ +

+Enter RICHARD, EDWARD, and MONTAGUE +
+ +RICHARD +
+Brother, though I be youngest, give me leave.
+
+ +EDWARD +
+No, I can better play the orator.
+
+ +MONTAGUE +
+But I have reasons strong and forcible.
+

Enter YORK

+
+ +YORK +
+Why, how now, sons and brother! at a strife?
+What is your quarrel? how began it first?
+
+ +EDWARD +
+No quarrel, but a slight contention.
+
+ +YORK +
+About what?
+
+ +RICHARD +
+About that which concerns your grace and us;
+The crown of England, father, which is yours.
+
+ +YORK +
+Mine boy? not till King Henry be dead.
+
+ +RICHARD +
+Your right depends not on his life or death.
+
+ +EDWARD +
+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.
+
+ +YORK +
+I took an oath that he should quietly reign.
+
+ +EDWARD +
+But for a kingdom any oath may be broken:
+I would break a thousand oaths to reign one year.
+
+ +RICHARD +
+No; God forbid your grace should be forsworn.
+
+ +YORK +
+I shall be, if I claim by open war.
+
+ +RICHARD +
+I'll prove the contrary, if you'll hear me speak.
+
+ +YORK +
+Thou canst not, son; it is impossible.
+
+ +RICHARD +
+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.
+
+ +YORK +
+Richard, enough; I will be king, or die.
+Brother, thou shalt to London presently,
+And whet 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?
+
+ +Messenger +
+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.
+
+ +YORK +
+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.
+
+ +MONTAGUE +
+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.
+
+ +JOHN MORTIMER +
+She shall not need; we'll meet her in the field.
+
+ +YORK +
+What, with five thousand men?
+
+ +RICHARD +
+Ay, with five hundred, father, for a need:
+A woman's general; what should we fear?
+

A march afar off

+
+ +EDWARD +
+I hear their drums: let's set our men in order,
+And issue forth and bid them battle straight.
+
+ +YORK +
+Five men to twenty! though the odds be great,
+I doubt not, uncle, of our victory.
+Many a battle have I won in France,
+When as the enemy hath been ten to one:
+Why should I not now have the like success?
+

Alarum. Exeunt

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

+ +

+Alarums. Enter RUTLAND and his Tutor +
+ +RUTLAND +
+Ah, whither shall I fly to 'scape their hands?
+Ah, tutor, look where bloody Clifford comes!
+

Enter CLIFFORD and Soldiers

+
+ +CLIFFORD +
+Chaplain, away! thy priesthood saves thy life.
+As for the brat of this accursed duke,
+Whose father slew my father, he shall die.
+
+ +Tutor +
+And I, my lord, will bear him company.
+
+ +CLIFFORD +
+Soldiers, away with him!
+
+ +Tutor +
+Ah, Clifford, murder not this innocent child,
+Lest thou be hated both of God and man!
+

Exit, dragged off by Soldiers

+
+ +CLIFFORD +
+How now! is he dead already? or is it fear
+That makes him close his eyes? I'll open them.
+
+ +RUTLAND +
+So looks the pent-up lion o'er the wretch
+That trembles under his devouring paws;
+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.
+
+ +CLIFFORD +
+In vain thou speak'st, poor boy; my father's blood
+Hath stopp'd the passage where thy words should enter.
+
+ +RUTLAND +
+Then let my father's blood open it again:
+He is a man, and, Clifford, cope with him.
+
+ +CLIFFORD +
+Had thy brethren here, their lives and thine
+Were not revenge sufficient for me;
+No, if I digg'd 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;
+And till I root out their accursed line
+And leave not one alive, I live in hell.
+Therefore--
+

Lifting his hand

+
+ +RUTLAND +
+O, let me pray before I take my death!
+To thee I pray; sweet Clifford, pity me!
+
+ +CLIFFORD +
+Such pity as my rapier's point affords.
+
+ +RUTLAND +
+I never did thee harm: why wilt thou slay me?
+
+ +CLIFFORD +
+Thy father hath.
+
+ +RUTLAND +
+ But 'twas ere I was born.
+Thou hast one son; for his sake pity me,
+Lest in revenge thereof, sith God is just,
+He be as miserably slain as I.
+Ah, 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.
+
+ +CLIFFORD +
+No cause!
+Thy father slew my father; therefore, die.
+

Stabs him

+
+ +RUTLAND +
+Di faciant laudis summa sit ista tuae!
+

Dies

+
+ +CLIFFORD +
+Plantagenet! I come, Plantagenet!
+And this thy son's blood cleaving to my blade
+Shall rust upon my weapon, till thy blood,
+Congeal'd with this, do make me wipe off both.
+

Exit

+
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SCENE IV. Another part of the field.

+ +

+Alarum. Enter YORK +
+ +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 demean'd 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 encounter'd 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 bodged again; as I have seen a swan
+With bootless labour swim against the tide
+And spend her strength with over-matching waves.
+

A short alarum 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 number'd 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.
+
+ +NORTHUMBERLAND +
+Yield to our mercy, proud Plantagenet.
+
+ +CLIFFORD +
+Ay, to such mercy as his ruthless arm,
+With downright payment, show'd unto my father.
+Now Phaethon hath tumbled from his car,
+And made an evening at the noontide prick.
+
+ +YORK +
+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 whate'er you can afflict me with.
+Why come you not? what! multitudes, and fear?
+
+ +CLIFFORD +
+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.
+
+ +YORK +
+O Clifford, but bethink thee once again,
+And in thy thought o'er-run my former time;
+And, if though 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!
+
+ +CLIFFORD +
+I will not bandy with thee word for word,
+But buckle with thee blows, twice two for one.
+
+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+Hold, valiant Clifford! for a thousand causes
+I would prolong awhile the traitor's life.
+Wrath makes him deaf: speak thou, Northumberland.
+
+ +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

+
+ +CLIFFORD +
+Ay, ay, so strives the woodcock with the gin.
+
+ +NORTHUMBERLAND +
+So doth the cony struggle in the net.
+
+ +YORK +
+So triumph thieves upon their conquer'd booty;
+So true men yield, with robbers so o'ermatch'd.
+
+ +NORTHUMBERLAND +
+What would your grace have done unto him now?
+
+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+Brave warriors, Clifford and Northumberland,
+Come, make him stand upon this molehill here,
+That raught 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 revell'd 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-back 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, York: I stain'd 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 parch'd 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 fee'd, 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 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 temples of the diadem,
+Now in his life, against your holy oath?
+O, '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.
+
+ +CLIFFORD +
+That is my office, for my father's sake.
+
+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+Nay, stay; lets hear the orisons he makes.
+
+ +YORK +
+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 trull,
+Upon their woes whom fortune captivates!
+But that thy face is, vizard-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 Sicils 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 wonder'd 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 tiger's heart wrapt 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.
+Bids't 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,
+'Gainst thee, fell Clifford, and thee, false
+Frenchwoman.
+
+ +NORTHUMBERLAND +
+Beshrew me, but his passion moves me so
+That hardly can I cheque my eyes from tears.
+
+ +YORK +
+That face of his the hungry cannibals
+Would not have touch'd, would not have stain'd with blood:
+But you are more inhuman, more inexorable,
+O, ten times more, than tigers of Hyrcania.
+See, ruthless queen, a hapless father's tears:
+This cloth thou dip'dst 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!
+
+ +NORTHUMBERLAND +
+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.
+
+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+What, weeping-ripe, my Lord Northumberland?
+Think but upon the wrong he did us all,
+And that will quickly dry thy melting tears.
+
+ +CLIFFORD +
+Here's for my oath, here's for my father's death.
+

Stabbing him

+
+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+And here's to right our gentle-hearted king.
+

Stabbing him

+
+ +YORK +
+Open Thy gate of mercy, gracious God!
+My soul flies through these wounds to seek out Thee.
+

Dies

+
+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+Off with his head, and set it on York gates;
+So York may overlook the town of York.
+

Flourish. Exeunt

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The Third part of King Henry the Sixth +
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SCENE I. A plain near Mortimer's Cross in Herefordshire.

+ +

+A march. Enter EDWARD, RICHARD, and their power +
+ +EDWARD +
+I wonder how our princely father 'scaped,
+Or whether he be 'scaped away or no
+From Clifford's and Northumberland's pursuit:
+Had he been ta'en, 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?
+
+ +RICHARD +
+I cannot joy, until I be resolved
+Where our right valiant father is become.
+I saw him in the battle range about;
+And watch'd him how he singled Clifford forth.
+Methought he bore him in the thickest troop
+As doth a lion in a herd of neat;
+Or as a bear, encompass'd round with dogs,
+Who having pinch'd a few and made them cry,
+The rest stand all aloof, and bark at him.
+So fared our father with his enemies;
+So fled his enemies my warlike father:
+Methinks, 'tis prize 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,
+Trimm'd like a younker prancing to his love!
+
+ +EDWARD +
+Dazzle mine eyes, or do I see three suns?
+
+ +RICHARD +
+Three glorious suns, each one a perfect sun;
+Not separated with the racking clouds,
+But sever'd in a pale clear-shining sky.
+See, see! they join, embrace, and seem to kiss,
+As if they vow'd some league inviolable:
+Now are they but one lamp, one light, one sun.
+In this the heaven figures some event.
+
+ +EDWARD +
+'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 meeds,
+Should notwithstanding join our lights together
+And over-shine the earth as this the world.
+Whate'er it bodes, henceforward will I bear
+Upon my target three fair-shining suns.
+
+ +RICHARD +
+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?
+
+ +Messenger +
+Ah, one that was a woful looker-on
+When as the noble Duke of York was slain,
+Your princely father and my loving lord!
+
+ +EDWARD +
+O, speak no more, for I have heard too much.
+
+ +RICHARD +
+Say how he died, for I will hear it all.
+
+ +Messenger +
+Environed he was with many foes,
+And stood against them, as the hope of Troy
+Against the Greeks that would have enter'd Troy.
+But Hercules himself must yield to odds;
+And many strokes, though with a little axe,
+Hew down and fell the hardest-timber'd oak.
+By many hands your father was subdued;
+But only slaughter'd by the ireful arm
+Of unrelenting Clifford and the queen,
+Who crown'd the gracious duke in high despite,
+Laugh'd 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 view'd.
+
+ +EDWARD +
+Sweet Duke of York, our prop to lean upon,
+Now thou art gone, we have no staff, no stay.
+O Clifford, boisterous Clifford! thou hast slain
+The flower of Europe for his chivalry;
+And treacherously hast thou vanquish'd him,
+For hand to hand he would have vanquish'd thee.
+Now my soul's palace is become a prison:
+Ah, 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, O never shall I see more joy!
+
+ +RICHARD +
+ 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 should 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 renowned by attempting it.
+
+ +EDWARD +
+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's bird,
+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.
+

March. Enter WARWICK, MONTAGUE, and their army

+
+ +WARWICK +
+How now, fair lords! What fare? what news abroad?
+
+ +RICHARD +
+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!
+
+ +EDWARD +
+O Warwick, Warwick! that Plantagenet,
+Which held three dearly as his soul's redemption,
+Is by the stern Lord Clifford done to death.
+
+ +WARWICK +
+Ten days ago I drown'd these news in tears;
+And now, to add more measure to your woes,
+I come to tell you things sith then befall'n.
+After the bloody fray at Wakefield fought,
+Where your brave father breathed his latest gasp,
+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,
+Muster'd my soldiers, gather'd flocks of friends,
+And very well appointed, as I thought,
+March'd toward Saint Alban's 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 Saint Alban's met
+Our battles join'd, and both sides fiercely fought:
+But whether 'twas the coldness of the king,
+Who look'd full gently on his warlike queen,
+That robb'd my soldiers of their heated spleen;
+Or whether 'twas report of her success;
+Or more than common fear of Clifford's rigour,
+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-owl's lazy flight,
+Or like an idle thresher with a flail,
+Fell gently down, as if they struck their friends.
+I cheer'd 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.
+
+ +EDWARD +
+Where is the Duke of Norfolk, gentle Warwick?
+And when came George from Burgundy to England?
+
+ +WARWICK +
+Some six miles off the duke is with the soldiers;
+And for your brother, he was lately sent
+From your kind aunt, Duchess of Burgundy,
+With aid of soldiers to this needful war.
+
+ +RICHARD +
+'Twas odds, belike, when valiant Warwick fled:
+Oft have I heard his praises in pursuit,
+But ne'er till now his scandal of retire.
+
+ +WARWICK +
+Nor now my scandal, Richard, dost thou hear;
+For thou shalt know this strong right hand of mine
+Can pluck the diadem from faint Henry's head,
+And wring the awful sceptre from his fist,
+Were he as famous and as bold in war
+As he is famed for mildness, peace, and prayer.
+
+ +RICHARD +
+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-Maries with our beads?
+Or shall we on the helmets of our foes
+Tell our devotion with revengeful arms?
+If for the last, say ay, and to it, lords.
+
+ +WARWICK +
+Why, therefore Warwick 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.
+He swore 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, Via! 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.
+
+ +RICHARD +
+Ay, now methinks I hear great Warwick speak:
+Ne'er may he live to see a sunshine day,
+That cries 'Retire,' if Warwick bid him stay.
+
+ +EDWARD +
+Lord Warwick, on thy shoulder will I lean;
+And when thou fail'st--as God forbid the hour!--
+Must Edward fall, which peril heaven forfend!
+
+ +WARWICK +
+No longer Earl of March, but Duke of York:
+The next degree is England's royal throne;
+For King of England shalt thou be proclaim'd
+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 task.
+
+ +RICHARD +
+Then, Clifford, were thy heart as hard as steel,
+As thou hast shown it flinty by thy deeds,
+I come to pierce it, or to give thee mine.
+
+ +EDWARD +
+Then strike up drums: God and Saint George for us!
+

Enter a Messenger

+
+ +WARWICK +
+How now! what news?
+
+ +Messenger +
+The Duke of Norfolk sends you word by me,
+The queen is coming with a puissant host;
+And craves your company for speedy counsel.
+
+ +WARWICK +
+Why then it sorts, brave warriors, let's away.
+

Exeunt

+
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The Third part of King Henry the Sixth +
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SCENE II. Before York.

+ +

+Flourish. Enter KING HENRY VI, QUEEN MARGARET, PRINCE EDWARD, CLIFFORD, and NORTHUMBERLAND, with drum and trumpets +
+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+Welcome, my lord, to this brave town of York.
+Yonder's the head of that arch-enemy
+That sought to be encompass'd with your crown:
+Doth not the object cheer your heart, my lord?
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+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.
+
+ +CLIFFORD +
+My gracious liege, this 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 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 in safeguard of their brood.
+Ambitious York doth level at thy crown,
+Thou smiling while he knit 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, blest 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 flight,
+Make war with him that climb'd 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, steel thy melting heart
+To hold thine own and leave thine own with him.
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+Full well hath Clifford play'd 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 thousand-fold 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!
+
+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+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.
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+Edward Plantagenet, arise a knight;
+And learn this lesson, draw thy sword in right.
+
+ +PRINCE +
+My gracious father, by your kingly leave,
+I'll draw it as apparent to the crown,
+And in that quarrel use it to the death.
+
+ +CLIFFORD +
+Why, that is spoken like a toward prince.
+

Enter a Messenger

+
+ +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:
+Darraign your battle, for they are at hand.
+
+ +CLIFFORD +
+I would your highness would depart the field:
+The queen hath best success when you are absent.
+
+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+Ay, good my lord, and leave us to our fortune.
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+Why, that's my fortune too; therefore I'll stay.
+
+ +NORTHUMBERLAND +
+Be it with resolution then to fight.
+
+ +PRINCE EDWARD +
+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, MONTAGUE, and Soldiers

+
+ +EDWARD +
+Now, perjured Henry! wilt thou kneel for grace,
+And set thy diadem upon my head;
+Or bide the mortal fortune of the field?
+
+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+Go, rate thy minions, proud insulting boy!
+Becomes it thee to be thus bold in terms
+Before thy sovereign and thy lawful king?
+
+ +EDWARD +
+I am his king, and he should bow his knee;
+I was adopted heir 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.
+
+ +CLIFFORD +
+And reason too:
+Who should succeed the father but the son?
+
+ +RICHARD +
+Are you there, butcher? O, I cannot speak!
+
+ +CLIFFORD +
+Ay, crook-back, here I stand to answer thee,
+Or any he the proudest of thy sort.
+
+ +RICHARD +
+'Twas you that kill'd young Rutland, was it not?
+
+ +CLIFFORD +
+Ay, and old York, and yet not satisfied.
+
+ +RICHARD +
+For God's sake, lords, give signal to the fight.
+
+ +WARWICK +
+What say'st thou, Henry, wilt thou yield the crown?
+
+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+Why, how now, long-tongued Warwick! dare you speak?
+When you and I met at Saint Alban's last,
+Your legs did better service than your hands.
+
+ +WARWICK +
+Then 'twas my turn to fly, and now 'tis thine.
+
+ +CLIFFORD +
+You said so much before, and yet you fled.
+
+ +WARWICK +
+'Twas not your valour, Clifford, drove me thence.
+
+ +NORTHUMBERLAND +
+No, nor your manhood that durst make you stay.
+
+ +RICHARD +
+Northumberland, I hold thee reverently.
+Break off the parley; for scarce I can refrain
+The execution of my big-swoln heart
+Upon that Clifford, that cruel child-killer.
+
+ +CLIFFORD +
+I slew thy father, call'st thou him a child?
+
+ +RICHARD +
+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.
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+Have done with words, my lords, and hear me speak.
+
+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+Defy them then, or else hold close thy lips.
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+I prithee, give no limits to my tongue:
+I am a king, and privileged to speak.
+
+ +CLIFFORD +
+My liege, the wound that bred this meeting here
+Cannot be cured by words; therefore be still.
+
+ +RICHARD +
+Then, executioner, unsheathe thy sword:
+By him that made us all, I am resolved
+that Clifford's manhood lies upon his tongue.
+
+ +EDWARD +
+Say, Henry, shall I have my right, or no?
+A thousand men have broke their fasts to-day,
+That ne'er shall dine unless thou yield the crown.
+
+ +WARWICK +
+If thou deny, their blood upon thy head;
+For York in justice puts his armour on.
+
+ +PRINCE EDWARD +
+If that be right which Warwick says is right,
+There is no wrong, but every thing is right.
+
+ +RICHARD +
+Whoever got thee, there thy mother stands;
+For, well I wot, thou hast thy mother's tongue.
+
+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+But thou art neither like thy sire nor dam;
+But like a foul mis-shapen stigmatic,
+Mark'd by the destinies to be avoided,
+As venom toads, or lizards' dreadful stings.
+
+ +RICHARD +
+Iron of Naples hid with English gilt,
+Whose father bears the title of a king,--
+As if a channel should be call'd the sea,--
+Shamest thou not, knowing whence thou art extraught,
+To let thy tongue detect thy base-born heart?
+
+ +EDWARD +
+A wisp of straw were worth a thousand crowns,
+To make this shameless callet know herself.
+Helen of Greece was fairer far than thou,
+Although thy husband may be Menelaus;
+And ne'er was Agamemnon's brother wrong'd
+By that false woman, as this king by thee.
+His father revell'd in the heart of France,
+And tamed the king, and made the dauphin stoop;
+And had he match'd 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 brew'd a shower for him,
+That wash'd his father's fortunes forth of France,
+And heap'd sedition on his crown at home.
+For what hath broach'd this tumult but thy pride?
+Hadst thou been meek, our title still had slept;
+And we, in pity of the gentle king,
+Had slipp'd our claim until another age.
+
+ +GEORGE +
+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.
+
+ +EDWARD +
+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 a grave.
+
+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+Stay, Edward.
+
+ +EDWARD +
+No, wrangling woman, we'll no longer stay:
+These words will cost ten thousand lives this day.
+

Exeunt

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

+ +
+Yorkshire.
+

Alarum. Excursions. Enter WARWICK

+
+ +WARWICK +
+Forspent with toil, as runners with a race,
+I lay me down a little while to breathe;
+For strokes received, and many blows repaid,
+Have robb'd my strong-knit sinews of their strength,
+And spite of spite needs must I rest awhile.
+

Enter EDWARD, running

+
+ +EDWARD +
+Smile, gentle heaven! or strike, ungentle death!
+For this world frowns, and Edward's sun is clouded.
+
+ +WARWICK +
+How now, my lord! what hap? what hope of good?
+

Enter GEORGE

+
+ +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?
+
+ +EDWARD +
+Bootless is flight, they follow us with wings;
+And weak we are and cannot shun pursuit.
+

Enter RICHARD

+
+ +RICHARD +
+Ah, Warwick, why hast thou withdrawn thyself?
+Thy brother's blood the thirsty earth hath drunk,
+Broach'd with the steely point of Clifford's lance;
+And in the very pangs of death he cried,
+Like to a dismal clangour heard from far,
+'Warwick, revenge! brother, revenge my death!'
+So, underneath the belly of their steeds,
+That stain'd their fetlocks in his smoking blood,
+The noble gentleman gave up the ghost.
+
+ +WARWICK +
+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, whiles the foe doth rage;
+And look upon, as if the tragedy
+Were play'd 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.
+
+ +EDWARD +
+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 they 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.
+
+ +RICHARD +
+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 spring-time so.
+
+ +WARWICK +
+Away, away! Once more, sweet lords farewell.
+
+ +GEORGE +
+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.
+Forslow no longer, make we hence amain.
+

Exeunt

+
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SCENE IV. Another part of the field.

+ +

+Excursions. Enter RICHARD and CLIFFORD +
+ +RICHARD +
+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 environ'd with a brazen wall.
+
+ +CLIFFORD +
+Now, Richard, I am with thee here alone:
+This is the hand that stabb'd thy father York;
+And this 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

+
+ +RICHARD +
+Nay Warwick, single out some other chase;
+For I myself will hunt this wolf to death.
+

Exeunt

+
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+ +

SCENE V. Another part of the field.

+ +

+Alarum. Enter KING HENRY VI alone +
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+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 molehill 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 ean:
+So many years ere I shall shear the fleece:
+So minutes, hours, days, months, and years,
+Pass'd 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 embroider'd canopy
+To kings that fear their subjects' treachery?
+O, yes, it doth; a thousand-fold 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.
+

Alarum. Enter a Son that has killed his father, dragging in the dead body

+
+ +Son +
+Ill blows the wind that profits nobody.
+This man, whom hand to hand I slew in 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 is my father's face,
+Whom in this conflict I unwares have kill'd.
+O heavy times, begetting such events!
+From London by the king was I press'd forth;
+My father, being the Earl of Warwick's man,
+Came on the part of York, press'd by his master;
+And I, who at his hands received my life, him
+Have 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 flow'd their fill.
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+O piteous spectacle! O bloody times!
+Whiles 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

+
+ +Father +
+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!
+Ah, 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!
+O, pity, God, this miserable age!
+What stratagems, how fell, how butcherly,
+Erroneous, mutinous and unnatural,
+This deadly quarrel daily doth beget!
+O boy, thy father gave thee life too soon,
+And hath bereft thee of thy life too late!
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+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:
+Wither one rose, and let the other flourish;
+If you contend, a thousand lives must wither.
+
+ +Son +
+How will my mother for a father's death
+Take on with me and ne'er be satisfied!
+
+ +Father +
+How will my wife for slaughter of my son
+Shed seas of tears and ne'er be satisfied!
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+How will the country for these woful chances
+Misthink the king and not be satisfied!
+
+ +Son +
+Was ever son so rued a father's death?
+
+ +Father +
+Was ever father so bemoan'd his son?
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+Was ever king so grieved for subjects' woe?
+Much is your sorrow; mine ten times so much.
+
+ +Son +
+I'll bear thee hence, where I may weep my fill.
+

Exit with the body

+
+ +Father +
+These arms of mine shall be thy winding-sheet;
+My heart, sweet boy, shall be thy sepulchre,
+For from my heart thine image ne'er shall go;
+My sighing breast shall be thy funeral bell;
+And so obsequious will thy father be,
+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

+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+Sad-hearted men, much overgone with care,
+Here sits a king more woful than you are.
+

Alarums: excursions. Enter QUEEN MARGARET, PRINCE EDWARD, and EXETER

+
+ +PRINCE EDWARD +
+Fly, father, fly! for all your friends are fled,
+And Warwick rages like a chafed bull:
+Away! for death doth hold us in pursuit.
+
+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+Mount you, my lord; towards Berwick post amain:
+Edward and Richard, like a brace of greyhounds
+Having the fearful flying hare 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.
+
+ +EXETER +
+Away! for vengeance comes along with them:
+Nay, stay not to expostulate, make speed;
+Or else come after: I'll away before.
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+Nay, take me with thee, good sweet Exeter:
+Not that I fear to stay, but love to go
+Whither the queen intends. Forward; away!
+

Exeunt

+
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The Third part of King Henry the Sixth +
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+ +

SCENE VI. Another part of the field.

+ +

+A loud alarum. Enter CLIFFORD, wounded +
+ +CLIFFORD +
+Here burns my candle out; ay, here it dies,
+Which, whiles 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 whither 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 cheque thy fiery steeds,
+Thy burning car never had scorch'd the earth!
+And, Henry, hadst thou sway'd 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 and ten thousand in this luckless 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 effuse of blood doth make me faint.
+Come, York and Richard, Warwick and the rest;
+I stabb'd your fathers' bosoms, split my breast.
+

He faints

+

Alarum and retreat. Enter EDWARD, GEORGE, RICHARD, MONTAGUE, WARWICK, and Soldiers

+
+ +EDWARD +
+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, fill'd with a fretting gust,
+Command an argosy to stem the waves.
+But think you, lords, that Clifford fled with them?
+
+ +WARWICK +
+No, 'tis impossible he should escape,
+For, though before his face I speak the words
+Your brother Richard mark'd him for the grave:
+And wheresoe'er he is, he's surely dead.
+

CLIFFORD groans, and dies

+
+ +EDWARD +
+Whose soul is that which takes her heavy leave?
+
+ +RICHARD +
+A deadly groan, like life and death's departing.
+
+ +EDWARD +
+See who it is: and, now the battle's ended,
+If friend or foe, let him be gently used.
+
+ +RICHARD +
+Revoke that doom of mercy, for 'tis Clifford;
+Who not contented that he lopp'd the branch
+In hewing 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.
+
+ +WARWICK +
+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.
+
+ +EDWARD +
+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.
+
+ +WARWICK +
+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.
+
+ +RICHARD +
+O, 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.
+
+ +GEORGE +
+If so thou think'st, vex him with eager words.
+
+ +RICHARD +
+Clifford, ask mercy and obtain no grace.
+
+ +EDWARD +
+Clifford, repent in bootless penitence.
+
+ +WARWICK +
+Clifford, devise excuses for thy faults.
+
+ +GEORGE +
+While we devise fell tortures for thy faults.
+
+ +RICHARD +
+Thou didst love York, and I am son to York.
+
+ +EDWARD +
+Thou pitied'st Rutland; I will pity thee.
+
+ +GEORGE +
+Where's Captain Margaret, to fence you now?
+
+ +WARWICK +
+They mock thee, Clifford: swear as thou wast wont.
+
+ +RICHARD +
+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 hour's 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.
+
+ +WARWICK +
+Ay, 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 scatter'd 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 I'll cross the sea,
+To effect this marriage, so it please my lord.
+
+ +EDWARD +
+Even as thou wilt, sweet Warwick, let it be;
+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.
+
+ +RICHARD +
+Let me be Duke of Clarence, George of Gloucester;
+For Gloucester's dukedom is too ominous.
+
+ +WARWICK +
+Tut, that's a foolish observation:
+Richard, be Duke of Gloucester. Now to London,
+To see these honours in possession.
+

Exeunt

+ +
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The Third part of King Henry the Sixth +
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+ +

SCENE I. A forest in the north of England.

+ +

+Enter two Keepers, with cross-bows in their hands +
+ +First Keeper +
+Under this thick-grown brake we'll shroud ourselves;
+For through this laund anon the deer will come;
+And in this covert will we make our stand,
+Culling the principal of all the deer.
+
+ +Second Keeper +
+I'll stay above the hill, so both may shoot.
+
+ +First Keeper +
+That cannot be; the noise of thy cross-bow
+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.
+
+ +Second Keeper +
+Here comes a man; let's stay till he be past.
+

Enter KING HENRY VI, disguised, with a prayerbook

+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+From Scotland am I stol'n, even of pure love,
+To greet mine own land with my wishful sight.
+No, Harry, Harry, 'tis no land of thine;
+Thy place is fill'd, thy sceptre wrung from thee,
+Thy balm wash'd 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?
+
+ +First Keeper +
+Ay, here's a deer whose skin's a keeper's fee:
+This is the quondam king; let's seize upon him.
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+Let me embrace thee, sour adversity,
+For wise men say it is the wisest course.
+
+ +Second Keeper +
+Why linger we? let us lay hands upon him.
+
+ +First Keeper +
+Forbear awhile; we'll hear a little more.
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+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 whiles 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 install'd;
+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!
+
+ +Second Keeper +
+Say, what art thou that talk'st of kings and queens?
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+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?
+
+ +Second Keeper +
+Ay, but thou talk'st as if thou wert a king.
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+Why, so I am, in mind; and that's enough.
+
+ +Second Keeper +
+But, if thou be a king, where is thy crown?
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+My crown is in my heart, not on my head;
+Not decked with diamonds and Indian stones,
+Nor to be seen: my crown is called content:
+A crown it is that seldom kings enjoy.
+
+ +Second Keeper +
+Well, if you be a king crown'd with content,
+Your 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.
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+But did you never swear, and break an oath?
+
+ +Second Keeper +
+No, never such an oath; nor will not now.
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+Where did you dwell when I was King of England?
+
+ +Second Keeper +
+Here in this country, where we now remain.
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+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?
+
+ +First Keeper +
+No;
+For we were subjects but while you were king.
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+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 lightness 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.
+
+ +First Keeper +
+We are true subjects to the king, King Edward.
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+So would you be again to Henry,
+If he were seated as King Edward is.
+
+ +First Keeper +
+We charge you, in God's name, and the king's,
+To go with us unto the officers.
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+In God's name, lead; your king's name be obey'd:
+And what God will, that let your king perform;
+And what he will, I humbly yield unto.
+

Exeunt

+
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+ +

SCENE II. London. The palace.

+ +

+Enter KING EDWARD IV, GLOUCESTER, CLARENCE, and LADY GREY +
+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+Brother of Gloucester, at Saint Alban's 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.
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+Your highness shall do well to grant her suit;
+It were dishonour to deny it her.
+
+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+It were no less; but yet I'll make a pause.
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+[Aside to CLARENCE] Yea, is it so?
+I see the lady hath a thing to grant,
+Before the king will grant her humble suit.
+
+ +CLARENCE +
+[Aside to GLOUCESTER] He knows the game: how true
+he keeps the wind!
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+[Aside to CLARENCE] Silence!
+
+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+Widow, we will consider of your suit;
+And come some other time to know our mind.
+
+ +LADY GREY +
+Right gracious lord, I cannot brook delay:
+May it please your highness to resolve me now;
+And what your pleasure is, shall satisfy me.
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+[Aside to CLARENCE] Ay, widow? then I'll warrant
+you all your lands,
+An if what pleases him shall pleasure you.
+Fight closer, or, good faith, you'll catch a blow.
+
+ +CLARENCE +
+[Aside to GLOUCESTER] I fear her not, unless she
+chance to fall.
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+[Aside to CLARENCE] God forbid that! for he'll
+take vantages.
+
+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+How many children hast thou, widow? tell me.
+
+ +CLARENCE +
+[Aside to GLOUCESTER] I think he means to beg a
+child of her.
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+[Aside to CLARENCE] Nay, whip me then: he'll rather
+give her two.
+
+ +LADY GREY +
+Three, my most gracious lord.
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+[Aside to CLARENCE] You shall have four, if you'll
+be ruled by him.
+
+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+'Twere pity they should lose their father's lands.
+
+ +LADY GREY +
+Be pitiful, dread lord, and grant it then.
+
+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+Lords, give us leave: I'll try this widow's wit.
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+[Aside to CLARENCE] Ay, good leave have you; for
+you will have leave,
+Till youth take leave and leave you to the crutch.
+

GLOUCESTER and CLARENCE retire

+
+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+Now tell me, madam, do you love your children?
+
+ +LADY GREY +
+Ay, full as dearly as I love myself.
+
+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+And would you not do much to do them good?
+
+ +LADY GREY +
+To do them good, I would sustain some harm.
+
+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+Then get your husband's lands, to do them good.
+
+ +LADY GREY +
+Therefore I came unto your majesty.
+
+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+I'll tell you how these lands are to be got.
+
+ +LADY GREY +
+So shall you bind me to your highness' service.
+
+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+What service wilt thou do me, if I give them?
+
+ +LADY GREY +
+What you command, that rests in me to do.
+
+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+But you will take exceptions to my boon.
+
+ +LADY GREY +
+No, gracious lord, except I cannot do it.
+
+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+Ay, but thou canst do what I mean to ask.
+
+ +LADY GREY +
+Why, then I will do what your grace commands.
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+[Aside to CLARENCE] He plies her hard; and much rain
+wears the marble.
+
+ +CLARENCE +
+[Aside to GLOUCESTER] As red as fire! nay, then
+her wax must melt.
+
+ +LADY GREY +
+Why stops my lord, shall I not hear my task?
+
+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+An easy task; 'tis but to love a king.
+
+ +LADY GREY +
+That's soon perform'd, because I am a subject.
+
+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+Why, then, thy husband's lands I freely give thee.
+
+ +LADY GREY +
+I take my leave with many thousand thanks.
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+[Aside to CLARENCE] The match is made; she seals it
+with a curtsy.
+
+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+But stay thee, 'tis the fruits of love I mean.
+
+ +LADY GREY +
+The fruits of love I mean, my loving liege.
+
+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+Ay, but, I fear me, in another sense.
+What love, think'st thou, I sue so much to get?
+
+ +LADY GREY +
+My love till death, my humble thanks, my prayers;
+That love which virtue begs and virtue grants.
+
+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+No, by my troth, I did not mean such love.
+
+ +LADY GREY +
+Why, then you mean not as I thought you did.
+
+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+But now you partly may perceive my mind.
+
+ +LADY GREY +
+My mind will never grant what I perceive
+Your highness aims at, if I aim aright.
+
+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+To tell thee plain, I aim to lie with thee.
+
+ +LADY GREY +
+To tell you plain, I had rather lie in prison.
+
+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+Why, then thou shalt not have thy husband's lands.
+
+ +LADY GREY +
+Why, then mine honesty shall be my dower;
+For by that loss I will not purchase them.
+
+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+Therein thou wrong'st thy children mightily.
+
+ +LADY GREY +
+Herein your highness wrongs both them and me.
+But, mighty lord, this merry inclination
+Accords not with the sadness of my suit:
+Please you dismiss me either with 'ay' or 'no.'
+
+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+Ay, if thou wilt say 'ay' to my request;
+No if thou dost say 'no' to my demand.
+
+ +LADY GREY +
+Then, no, my lord. My suit is at an end.
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+[Aside to CLARENCE] The widow likes him not, she
+knits her brows.
+
+ +CLARENCE +
+[Aside to GLOUCESTER] He is the bluntest wooer in
+Christendom.
+
+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+[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?
+
+ +LADY GREY +
+'Tis better said than done, my gracious lord:
+I am a subject fit to jest withal,
+But far unfit to be a sovereign.
+
+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+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.
+
+ +LADY GREY +
+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.
+
+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+You cavil, widow: I did mean, my queen.
+
+ +LADY GREY +
+'Twill grieve your grace my sons should call you father.
+
+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+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.
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+[Aside to CLARENCE] The ghostly father now hath done
+his shrift.
+
+ +CLARENCE +
+[Aside to GLOUCESTER] When he was made a shriver,
+'twas for shift.
+
+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+Brothers, you muse what chat we two have had.
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+The widow likes it not, for she looks very sad.
+
+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+You'll think it strange if I should marry her.
+
+ +CLARENCE +
+To whom, my lord?
+
+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+ Why, Clarence, to myself.
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+That would be ten days' wonder at the least.
+
+ +CLARENCE +
+That's a day longer than a wonder lasts.
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+By so much is the wonder in extremes.
+
+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+Well, jest on, brothers: I can tell you both
+Her suit is granted for her husband's lands.
+

Enter a Nobleman

+
+ +Nobleman +
+My gracious lord, Henry your foe is taken,
+And brought your prisoner to your palace gate.
+
+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+See that he be convey'd unto the Tower:
+And go we, brothers, to the man that took him,
+To question of his apprehension.
+Widow, go you along. Lords, use her honourably.
+

Exeunt all but GLOUCESTER

+
+ +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 unlook'd 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 a far-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'll lade 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 eye's too quick, my heart o'erweens 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 witch 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 shrink mine arm up like a wither'd 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 unlick'd 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 cheque, to o'erbear 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 mis-shaped 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 rends the thorns and is rent with the thorns,
+Seeking a way 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 whiles 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 slily than Ulysses could,
+And, like a Sinon, take another Troy.
+I can add colours to the chameleon,
+Change shapes with Proteus for advantages,
+And set the murderous Machiavel to school.
+Can I do this, and cannot get a crown?
+Tut, were it farther off, I'll pluck it down.
+

Exit

+
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The Third part of King Henry the Sixth +
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SCENE III. France. KING LEWIS XI's palace.

+ +

+Flourish. Enter KING LEWIS XI, his sister BONA, his Admiral, called BOURBON, PRINCE EDWARD, QUEEN MARGARET, and OXFORD. KING LEWIS XI sits, and riseth up again +
+ +KING LEWIS XI +
+Fair Queen of England, worthy Margaret,
+Sit down with us: it ill befits thy state
+And birth, that thou shouldst stand while Lewis doth sit.
+
+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+No, mighty King of France: now Margaret
+Must strike her sail and learn awhile 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.
+
+ +KING LEWIS XI +
+Why, say, fair queen, whence springs this deep despair?
+
+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+From such a cause as fills mine eyes with tears
+And stops my tongue, while heart is drown'd in cares.
+
+ +KING LEWIS XI +
+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.
+
+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+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 banish'd 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.
+
+ +KING LEWIS XI +
+Renowned queen, with patience calm the storm,
+While we bethink a means to break it off.
+
+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+The more we stay, the stronger grows our foe.
+
+ +KING LEWIS XI +
+The more I stay, the more I'll succor thee.
+
+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+O, but impatience waiteth on true sorrow.
+And see where comes the breeder of my sorrow!
+

Enter WARWICK

+
+ +KING LEWIS XI +
+What's he approacheth boldly to our presence?
+
+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+Our Earl of Warwick, Edward's greatest friend.
+
+ +KING LEWIS XI +
+Welcome, brave Warwick! What brings thee to France?
+

He descends. She ariseth

+
+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+Ay, now begins a second storm to rise;
+For this is he that moves both wind and tide.
+
+ +WARWICK +
+From worthy Edward, King of Albion,
+My lord and sovereign, and thy 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 lawful marriage.
+
+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+[Aside] If that go forward, Henry's hope is done.
+
+ +WARWICK +
+[To BONA] 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 virtue.
+
+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+King Lewis 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 awhile,
+Yet heavens are just, and time suppresseth wrongs.
+
+ +WARWICK +
+Injurious Margaret!
+
+ +PRINCE EDWARD +
+And why not queen?
+
+ +WARWICK +
+Because thy father Henry did usurp;
+And thou no more are prince than she is queen.
+
+ +OXFORD +
+Then Warwick disannuls 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 the Fifth,
+Who by his prowess conquered all France:
+From these our Henry lineally descends.
+
+ +WARWICK +
+Oxford, how haps it, in this smooth discourse,
+You told not how Henry the Sixth hath lost
+All that which Henry Fifth 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.
+
+ +OXFORD +
+Why, Warwick, canst thou speak against thy liege,
+Whom thou obeyed'st thirty and six years,
+And not bewray thy treason with a blush?
+
+ +WARWICK +
+Can Oxford, that did ever fence the right,
+Now buckler falsehood with a pedigree?
+For shame! leave Henry, and call Edward king.
+
+ +OXFORD +
+Call him my king by whose injurious doom
+My elder brother, the Lord Aubrey Vere,
+Was done to death? and more than so, my father,
+Even in the downfall of his mellow'd years,
+When nature brought him to the door of death?
+No, Warwick, no; while life upholds this arm,
+This arm upholds the house of Lancaster.
+
+ +WARWICK +
+And I the house of York.
+
+ +KING LEWIS XI +
+Queen Margaret, Prince Edward, and Oxford,
+Vouchsafe, at our request, to stand aside,
+While I use further conference with Warwick.
+

They stand aloof

+
+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+Heavens grant that Warwick's words bewitch him not!
+
+ +KING LEWIS XI +
+Now Warwick, tell me, even upon thy conscience,
+Is Edward your true king? for I were loath
+To link with him that were not lawful chosen.
+
+ +WARWICK +
+Thereon I pawn my credit and mine honour.
+
+ +KING LEWIS XI +
+But is he gracious in the people's eye?
+
+ +WARWICK +
+The more that Henry was unfortunate.
+
+ +KING LEWIS XI +
+Then further, all dissembling set aside,
+Tell me for truth the measure of his love
+Unto our sister Bona.
+
+ +WARWICK +
+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 fix'd in virtue's ground,
+The leaves and fruit maintain'd with beauty's sun,
+Exempt from envy, but not from disdain,
+Unless the Lady Bona quit his pain.
+
+ +KING LEWIS XI +
+Now, sister, let us hear your firm resolve.
+
+ +BONA +
+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.
+
+ +KING LEWIS XI +
+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.
+
+ +PRINCE EDWARD +
+To Edward, but not to the English king.
+
+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+Deceitful Warwick! it was thy device
+By this alliance to make void my suit:
+Before thy coming Lewis was Henry's friend.
+
+ +KING LEWIS XI +
+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.
+
+ +WARWICK +
+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.
+
+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+Peace, impudent and shameless Warwick, peace,
+Proud setter up and puller down of kings!
+I will not hence, till, with my talk and tears,
+Both full of truth, I make King Lewis behold
+Thy sly conveyance and thy lord's false love;
+For both of you are birds of selfsame feather.
+

Post blows a horn within

+
+ +KING LEWIS XI +
+Warwick, this is some post to us or thee.
+

Enter a Post

+
+ +Post +
+[To WARWICK] My lord ambassador, these letters are for you,
+Sent from your brother, Marquess Montague:
+

To KING LEWIS XI

+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

+
+ +OXFORD +
+I like it well that our fair queen and mistress
+Smiles at her news, while Warwick frowns at his.
+
+ +PRINCE EDWARD +
+Nay, mark how Lewis stamps, as he were nettled:
+I hope all's for the best.
+
+ +KING LEWIS XI +
+Warwick, what are thy news? and yours, fair queen?
+
+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+Mine, such as fill my heart with unhoped joys.
+
+ +WARWICK +
+Mine, full of sorrow and heart's discontent.
+
+ +KING LEWIS XI +
+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?
+
+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+I told your majesty as much before:
+This proveth Edward's love and Warwick's honesty.
+
+ +WARWICK +
+King Lewis, I here protest, in sight 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 guerdon'd 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.
+
+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+Warwick, these words have turn'd my hate to love;
+And I forgive and quite forget old faults,
+And joy that thou becomest King Henry's friend.
+
+ +WARWICK +
+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 succor him:
+And as for Clarence, as my letters tell me,
+He's very likely now to fall from him,
+For matching more for wanton lust than honour,
+Or than for strength and safety of our country.
+
+ +BONA +
+Dear brother, how shall Bona be revenged
+But by thy help to this distressed queen?
+
+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+Renowned prince, how shall poor Henry live,
+Unless thou rescue him from foul despair?
+
+ +BONA +
+My quarrel and this English queen's are one.
+
+ +WARWICK +
+And mine, fair lady Bona, joins with yours.
+
+ +KING LEWIS XI +
+And mine with hers, and thine, and Margaret's.
+Therefore at last I firmly am resolved
+You shall have aid.
+
+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+Let me give humble thanks for all at once.
+
+ +KING LEWIS XI +
+Then, England's messenger, return in post,
+And tell false Edward, thy supposed king,
+That Lewis of France is sending over masquers
+To revel it with him and his new bride:
+Thou seest what's past, go fear thy king withal.
+
+ +BONA +
+Tell him, in hope he'll prove a widower shortly,
+I'll wear the willow garland for his sake.
+
+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+Tell him, my mourning weeds are laid aside,
+And I am ready to put armour on.
+
+ +WARWICK +
+Tell him from me that he hath done me wrong,
+And therefore I'll uncrown him ere't be long.
+There's thy reward: be gone.
+

Exit Post

+
+ +KING LEWIS XI +
+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?
+
+ +WARWICK +
+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 bands.
+
+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+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.
+
+ +PRINCE EDWARD +
+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

+
+ +KING LEWIS XI +
+Why stay we now? These soldiers shall be levied,
+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 a dame of France.
+

Exeunt all but WARWICK

+
+ +WARWICK +
+I came from Edward 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.
+Had he 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

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The Third part of King Henry the Sixth +
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SCENE I. London. The palace.

+ +

+Enter GLOUCESTER, CLARENCE, SOMERSET, and MONTAGUE +
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+Now tell me, brother Clarence, what think you
+Of this new marriage with the Lady Grey?
+Hath not our brother made a worthy choice?
+
+ +CLARENCE +
+Alas, you know, 'tis far from hence to France;
+How could he stay till Warwick made return?
+
+ +SOMERSET +
+My lords, forbear this talk; here comes the king.
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+And his well-chosen bride.
+
+ +CLARENCE +
+I mind to tell him plainly what I think.
+

Flourish. Enter KING EDWARD IV, attended; QUEEN ELIZABETH, PEMBROKE, STAFFORD, HASTINGS, and others

+
+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+Now, brother of Clarence, how like you our choice,
+That you stand pensive, as half malcontent?
+
+ +CLARENCE +
+As well as Lewis 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.
+
+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+Suppose they take offence without a cause,
+They are but Lewis and Warwick: I am Edward,
+Your king and Warwick's, and must have my will.
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+And shall have your will, because our king:
+Yet hasty marriage seldom proveth well.
+
+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+Yea, brother Richard, are you offended too?
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+Not I:
+No, God forbid that I should wish them sever'd
+Whom God hath join'd together; ay, and 'twere pity
+To sunder them that yoke so well together.
+
+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+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.
+
+ +CLARENCE +
+Then this is mine opinion: that King Lewis
+Becomes your enemy, for mocking him
+About the marriage of the Lady Bona.
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+And Warwick, doing what you gave in charge,
+Is now dishonoured by this new marriage.
+
+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+What if both Lewis and Warwick be appeased
+By such invention as I can devise?
+
+ +MONTAGUE +
+Yet, to have join'd with France in such alliance
+Would more have strengthen'd this our commonwealth
+'Gainst foreign storms than any home-bred marriage.
+
+ +HASTINGS +
+Why, knows not Montague that of itself
+England is safe, if true within itself?
+
+ +MONTAGUE +
+But the safer when 'tis back'd with France.
+
+ +HASTINGS +
+'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.
+
+ +CLARENCE +
+For this one speech Lord Hastings well deserves
+To have the heir of the Lord Hungerford.
+
+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+Ay, what of that? it was my will and grant;
+And for this once my will shall stand for law.
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+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.
+
+ +CLARENCE +
+Or else you would not have bestow'd the heir
+Of the Lord Bonville on your new wife's son,
+And leave your brothers to go speed elsewhere.
+
+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+Alas, poor Clarence! is it for a wife
+That thou art malcontent? I will provide thee.
+
+ +CLARENCE +
+In choosing for yourself, you show'd 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.
+
+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+Leave me, or tarry, Edward will be king,
+And not be tied unto his brother's will.
+
+ +QUEEN ELIZABETH +
+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 and mine,
+So your dislike, to whom I would be pleasing,
+Doth cloud my joys with danger and with sorrow.
+
+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+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.
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+[Aside] I hear, yet say not much, but think the more.
+

Enter a Post

+
+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+Now, messenger, what letters or what news
+From France?
+
+ +Post +
+My sovereign liege, no letters; and few words,
+But such as I, without your special pardon,
+Dare not relate.
+
+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+Go to, we pardon thee: therefore, in brief,
+Tell me their words as near as thou canst guess them.
+What answer makes King Lewis unto our letters?
+
+ +Post +
+At my depart, these were his very words:
+'Go tell false Edward, thy supposed king,
+That Lewis of France is sending over masquers
+To revel it with him and his new bride.'
+
+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+Is Lewis so brave? belike he thinks me Henry.
+But what said Lady Bona to my marriage?
+
+ +Post +
+These were her words, utter'd with mad disdain:
+'Tell him, in hope he'll prove a widower shortly,
+I'll wear the willow garland for his sake.'
+
+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+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.
+
+ +Post +
+'Tell him,' quoth she, 'my mourning weeds are done,
+And I am ready to put armour on.'
+
+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+Belike she minds to play the Amazon.
+But what said Warwick to these injuries?
+
+ +Post +
+He, more incensed against your majesty
+Than all the rest, discharged me with these words:
+'Tell him from me that he hath done me wrong,
+And therefore I'll uncrown him ere't be long.'
+
+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+Ha! durst the traitor breathe out so proud words?
+Well I will arm me, being thus forewarn'd:
+They shall have wars and pay for their presumption.
+But say, is Warwick friends with Margaret?
+
+ +Post +
+Ay, gracious sovereign; they are so link'd in
+friendship
+That young Prince Edward marries Warwick's daughter.
+
+ +CLARENCE +
+Belike 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

+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+[Aside] Not I:
+My thoughts aim at a further matter; I
+Stay not for the love of Edward, but the crown.
+
+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+Clarence and Somerset both gone to Warwick!
+Yet am I arm'd 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 already, or quickly will be landed:
+Myself in person will straight follow you.
+

Exeunt PEMBROKE and STAFFORD

+But, ere I go, Hastings and Montague,
+Resolve my doubt. You twain, of all the rest,
+Are near to Warwick by blood and by alliance:
+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.
+
+ +MONTAGUE +
+So God help Montague as he proves true!
+
+ +HASTINGS +
+And Hastings as he favours Edward's cause!
+
+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+Now, brother Richard, will you stand by us?
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+Ay, in despite of all that shall withstand you.
+
+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+Why, so! then am I sure of victory.
+Now therefore let us hence; and lose no hour,
+Till we meet Warwick with his foreign power.
+

Exeunt

+
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SCENE II. A plain in Warwickshire.

+ +

+Enter WARWICK and OXFORD, with French soldiers +
+ +WARWICK +
+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?
+
+ +CLARENCE +
+Fear not that, my lord.
+
+ +WARWICK +
+Then, gentle Clarence, welcome unto Warwick;
+And welcome, Somerset: I hold it cowardice
+To rest mistrustful where a noble heart
+Hath pawn'd 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 night's coverture,
+Thy brother being carelessly encamp'd,
+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 sleight and manhood stole to Rhesus' tents,
+And brought from thence the Thracian fatal steeds,
+So we, well cover'd 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 will follow me to 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 Warwick and his friends, God and Saint George!
+

Exeunt

+
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SCENE III. Edward's camp, near Warwick.

+ +

+Enter three Watchmen, to guard KING EDWARD IV's tent +
+ +First Watchman +
+Come on, my masters, each man take his stand:
+The king by this is set him down to sleep.
+
+ +Second Watchman +
+What, will he not to bed?
+
+ +First Watchman +
+Why, no; for he hath made a solemn vow
+Never to lie and take his natural rest
+Till Warwick or himself be quite suppress'd.
+
+ +Second Watchman +
+To-morrow then belike shall be the day,
+If Warwick be so near as men report.
+
+ +Third Watchman +
+But say, I pray, what nobleman is that
+That with the king here resteth in his tent?
+
+ +First Watchman +
+'Tis the Lord Hastings, the king's chiefest friend.
+
+ +Third Watchman +
+O, 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?
+
+ +Second Watchman +
+'Tis the more honour, because more dangerous.
+
+ +Third Watchman +
+Ay, 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.
+
+ +First Watchman +
+Unless our halberds did shut up his passage.
+
+ +Second Watchman +
+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

+
+ +WARWICK +
+This is his tent; and see where stand his guard.
+Courage, my masters! honour now or never!
+But follow me, and Edward shall be ours.
+
+ +First Watchman +
+Who goes there?
+
+ +Second Watchman +
+Stay, or thou diest!
+

WARWICK and the rest cry all, 'Warwick! Warwick!' and set upon the Guard, who fly, crying, 'Arm! arm!' WARWICK and the rest following them

+

The drum playing and trumpet sounding, reenter WARWICK, SOMERSET, and the rest, bringing KING EDWARD IV out in his gown, sitting in a chair. RICHARD and HASTINGS fly over the stage

+
+ +SOMERSET +
+What are they that fly there?
+
+ +WARWICK +
+Richard and Hastings: let them go; here is The duke.
+
+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+ The duke! Why, Warwick, when we parted,
+Thou call'dst me king.
+
+ +WARWICK +
+Ay, but the case is alter'd:
+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?
+
+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+Yea, brother of Clarence, are thou here too?
+Nay, then I see that Edward 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 fortune's malice overthrow my state,
+My mind exceeds the compass of her wheel.
+
+ +WARWICK +
+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 convey'd
+Unto my brother, Archbishop of York.
+When I have fought with Pembroke and his fellows,
+I'll follow you, and tell what answer
+Lewis and the Lady Bona send to him.
+Now, for a while farewell, good Duke of York.
+

They lead him out forcibly

+
+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+What fates impose, that men must needs abide;
+It boots not to resist both wind and tide.
+

Exit, guarded

+
+ +OXFORD +
+What now remains, my lords, for us to do
+But march to London with our soldiers?
+
+ +WARWICK +
+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.
+

Exeunt

+
+ +
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SCENE IV. London. The palace.

+ +

+Enter QUEEN ELIZABETH and RIVERS +
+ +RIVERS +
+Madam, what makes you in this sudden change?
+
+ +QUEEN ELIZABETH +
+Why brother Rivers, are you yet to learn
+What late misfortune is befall'n King Edward?
+
+ +RIVERS +
+What! loss of some pitch'd battle against Warwick?
+
+ +QUEEN ELIZABETH +
+No, but the loss of his own royal person.
+
+ +RIVERS +
+Then is my sovereign slain?
+
+ +QUEEN ELIZABETH +
+Ay, almost slain, for he is taken prisoner,
+Either betray'd 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.
+
+ +RIVERS +
+These news I must confess are full of grief;
+Yet, gracious madam, bear it as you may:
+Warwick may lose, that now hath won the day.
+
+ +QUEEN ELIZABETH +
+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.
+
+ +RIVERS +
+But, madam, where is Warwick then become?
+
+ +QUEEN ELIZABETH +
+I am inform'd that he comes towards London,
+To set the crown once more on Henry's head:
+Guess 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 Warwick take us we are sure to die.
+

Exeunt

+
+ +
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SCENE V. A park near Middleham Castle In Yorkshire.

+ +

+Enter GLOUCESTER, HASTINGS, and STANLEY +
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+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 make 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 IV and a Huntsman with him

+
+ +Huntsman +
+This way, my lord; for this way lies the game.
+
+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+Nay, this way, man: see where the huntsmen stand.
+Now, brother of Gloucester, Lord Hastings, and the rest,
+Stand you thus close, to steal the bishop's deer?
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+Brother, the time and case requireth haste:
+Your horse stands ready at the park-corner.
+
+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+But whither shall we then?
+
+ +HASTINGS +
+To Lynn, my lord,
+And ship from thence to Flanders.
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+Well guess'd, believe me; for that was my meaning.
+
+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+Stanley, I will requite thy forwardness.
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+But wherefore stay we? 'tis no time to talk.
+
+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+Huntsman, what say'st thou? wilt thou go along?
+
+ +Huntsman +
+Better do so than tarry and be hang'd.
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+Come then, away; let's ha' no more ado.
+
+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+Bishop, farewell: shield thee from Warwick's frown;
+And pray that I may repossess the crown.
+

Exeunt

+
+ +
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+ +

SCENE VI. London. The Tower.

+ +

+Flourish. Enter KING HENRY VI, CLARENCE, WARWICK, SOMERSET, HENRY OF RICHMOND, OXFORD, MONTAGUE, and Lieutenant of the Tower +
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+Master lieutenant, now that God and friends
+Have shaken Edward from the regal seat,
+And turn'd my captive state to liberty,
+My fear to hope, my sorrows unto joys,
+At our enlargement what are thy due fees?
+
+ +Lieutenant +
+Subjects may challenge nothing of their sovereigns;
+But if an humble prayer may prevail,
+I then crave pardon of your majesty.
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+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'st 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 punish'd 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.
+
+ +WARWICK +
+Your grace hath still been famed for 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.
+
+ +CLARENCE +
+No, Warwick, thou art worthy of the sway,
+To whom the heavens in thy nativity
+Adjudged an olive branch and laurel crown,
+As likely to be blest in peace and war;
+And therefore I yield thee my free consent.
+
+ +WARWICK +
+And I choose Clarence only for protector.
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+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.
+
+ +WARWICK +
+What answers Clarence to his sovereign's will?
+
+ +CLARENCE +
+That he consents, if Warwick yield consent;
+For on thy fortune I repose myself.
+
+ +WARWICK +
+Why, then, though loath, 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.
+
+ +CLARENCE +
+What else? and that succession be determined.
+
+ +WARWICK +
+Ay, therein Clarence shall not want his part.
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+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.
+
+ +CLARENCE +
+It shall be done, my sovereign, with all speed.
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+My Lord of Somerset, what youth is that,
+Of whom you seem to have so tender care?
+
+ +SOMERSET +
+My liege, it is young Henry, earl of Richmond.
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+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.
+His looks are full of peaceful majesty,
+His head by nature framed to wear a crown,
+His hand to wield a sceptre, and himself
+Likely in time to bless a regal throne.
+Make much of him, my lords, for this is he
+Must help you more than you are hurt by me.
+

Enter a Post

+
+ +WARWICK +
+What news, my friend?
+
+ +Post +
+That Edward is escaped from your brother,
+And fled, as he hears since, to Burgundy.
+
+ +WARWICK +
+Unsavoury news! but how made he escape?
+
+ +Post +
+He was convey'd by Richard Duke of Gloucester
+And the Lord Hastings, who attended him
+In secret ambush on the forest side
+And from the bishop's huntsmen rescued him;
+For hunting was his daily exercise.
+
+ +WARWICK +
+My brother was too careless of his charge.
+But let us hence, my sovereign, to provide
+A salve for any sore that may betide.
+

Exeunt all but SOMERSET, HENRY OF RICHMOND, and OXFORD

+
+ +SOMERSET +
+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 't 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 we'll send him hence to Brittany,
+Till storms be past of civil enmity.
+
+ +OXFORD +
+Ay, for if Edward repossess the crown,
+'Tis like that Richmond with the rest shall down.
+
+ +SOMERSET +
+It shall be so; he shall to Brittany.
+Come, therefore, let's about it speedily.
+

Exeunt

+
+ +
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+ +

SCENE VII. Before York.

+ +

+Flourish. Enter KING EDWARD IV, GLOUCESTER, HASTINGS, and Soldiers +
+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+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 pass'd and now repass'd the seas
+And brought desired help from Burgundy:
+What then remains, we being thus arrived
+From Ravenspurgh haven before the gates of York,
+But that we enter, as into our dukedom?
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+The gates made fast! Brother, I like not this;
+For many men that stumble at the threshold
+Are well foretold that danger lurks within.
+
+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+Tush, man, abodements must not now affright us:
+By fair or foul means we must enter in,
+For hither will our friends repair to us.
+
+ +HASTINGS +
+My liege, I'll knock once more to summon them.
+

Enter, on the walls, the Mayor of York, and his Brethren

+
+ +Mayor +
+My lords, we were forewarned of your coming,
+And shut the gates for safety of ourselves;
+For now we owe allegiance unto Henry.
+
+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+But, master mayor, if Henry be your king,
+Yet Edward at the least is Duke of York.
+
+ +Mayor +
+True, my good lord; I know you for no less.
+
+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+Why, and I challenge nothing but my dukedom,
+As being well content with that alone.
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+[Aside] But when the fox hath once got in his nose,
+He'll soon find means to make the body follow.
+
+ +HASTINGS +
+Why, master mayor, why stand you in a doubt?
+Open the gates; we are King Henry's friends.
+
+ +Mayor +
+Ay, say you so? the gates shall then be open'd.
+

They descend

+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+A wise stout captain, and soon persuaded!
+
+ +HASTINGS +
+The good old man would fain that all were well,
+So 'twere not 'long of him; but being enter'd,
+I doubt not, I, but we shall soon persuade
+Both him and all his brothers unto reason.
+

Enter the Mayor and two Aldermen, below

+
+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+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

+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+Brother, this is Sir John Montgomery,
+Our trusty friend, unless I be deceived.
+
+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+Welcome, Sir John! But why come you in arms?
+
+ +MONTAGUE +
+To help King Edward in his time of storm,
+As every loyal subject ought to do.
+
+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+Thanks, good Montgomery; but we now forget
+Our title to the crown and only claim
+Our dukedom till God please to send the rest.
+
+ +MONTAGUE +
+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

+
+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+Nay, stay, Sir John, awhi le, and we'll debate
+By what safe means the crown may be recover'd.
+
+ +MONTAGUE +
+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 be gone
+To keep them back that come to succor you:
+Why shall we fight, if you pretend no title?
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+Why, brother, wherefore stand you on nice points?
+
+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+When we grow stronger, then we'll make our claim:
+Till then, 'tis wisdom to conceal our meaning.
+
+ +HASTINGS +
+Away with scrupulous wit! now arms must rule.
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+And fearless minds climb soonest unto crowns.
+Brother, we will proclaim you out of hand:
+The bruit thereof will bring you many friends.
+
+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+Then be it as you will; for 'tis my right,
+And Henry but usurps the diadem.
+
+ +MONTAGUE +
+Ay, now my sovereign speaketh like himself;
+And now will I be Edward's champion.
+
+ +HASTINGS +
+Sound trumpet; Edward shall be here proclaim'd:
+Come, fellow-soldier, make thou proclamation.
+

Flourish

+
+ +Soldier +
+Edward the Fourth, by the grace of God, king of
+England and France, and lord of Ireland, & c.
+
+ +MONTAGUE +
+And whosoe'er gainsays King Edward's right,
+By this I challenge him to single fight.
+

Throws down his gauntlet

+
+ +All +
+Long live Edward the Fourth!
+
+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+Thanks, brave Montgomery; and thanks unto you all:
+If fortune serve me, I'll requite this kindness.
+Now, for this night, let's harbour here in York;
+And when the morning sun shall raise his car
+Above the border of this horizon,
+We'll forward towards Warwick and his mates;
+For well I wot that Henry is no soldier.
+Ah, froward 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.
+

Exeunt

+
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SCENE VIII. London. The palace.

+ +

+Flourish. Enter KING HENRY VI, WARWICK, MONTAGUE, CLARENCE, EXETER, and OXFORD +
+ +WARWICK +
+What counsel, lords? Edward from Belgia,
+With hasty Germans and blunt Hollanders,
+Hath pass'd in safety through the narrow seas,
+And with his troops doth march amain to London;
+And many giddy people flock to him.
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+Let's levy men, and beat him back again.
+
+ +CLARENCE +
+A little fire is quickly trodden out;
+Which, being suffer'd, rivers cannot quench.
+
+ +WARWICK +
+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 command'st:
+And thou, brave Oxford, wondrous well beloved,
+In Oxfordshire shalt muster up thy friends.
+My sovereign, with the loving citizens,
+Like to his island girt in with the ocean,
+Or modest Dian circled with her nymphs,
+Shall rest in London till we come to him.
+Fair lords, take leave and stand not to reply.
+Farewell, my sovereign.
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+Farewell, my Hector, and my Troy's true hope.
+
+ +CLARENCE +
+In sign of truth, I kiss your highness' hand.
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+Well-minded Clarence, be thou fortunate!
+
+ +MONTAGUE +
+Comfort, my lord; and so I take my leave.
+
+ +OXFORD +
+And thus I seal my truth, and bid adieu.
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+Sweet Oxford, and my loving Montague,
+And all at once, once more a happy farewell.
+
+ +WARWICK +
+Farewell, sweet lords: let's meet at Coventry.
+

Exeunt all but KING HENRY VI and EXETER

+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+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.
+
+ +EXETER +
+The doubt is that he will seduce the rest.
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+That's not my fear; my meed hath got me fame:
+I have not stopp'd mine ears to their demands,
+Nor posted off their suits with slow delays;
+My pity hath been balm to heal their wounds,
+My mildness hath allay'd their swelling griefs,
+My mercy dried their water-flowing tears;
+I have not been desirous of their wealth,
+Nor much oppress'd them with great subsidies.
+Nor forward of revenge, though they much err'd:
+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. 'A Lancaster! A Lancaster!'

+
+ +EXETER +
+Hark, hark, my lord! what shouts are these?
+

Enter KING EDWARD IV, GLOUCESTER, and soldiers

+
+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+Seize on 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:
+Now stops thy spring; my sea sha$l suck them dry,
+And swell so much the higher by their ebb.
+Hence with him to the Tower; let him not speak.
+

Exeunt some with KING HENRY VI

+And, lords, towards Coventry bend we our course
+Where peremptory Warwick now remains:
+The sun shines hot; and, if we use delay,
+Cold biting winter mars our hoped-for hay.
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+Away betimes, before his forces join,
+And take the great-grown traitor unawares:
+Brave warriors, march amain towards Coventry.
+

Exeunt

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SCENE I. Coventry.

+

+

+
Enter WARWICK, the Mayor of Coventry, two Messengers, and others upon the walls
+

WARWICK +

Where is the post that came from valiant Oxford?
+How far hence is thy lord, mine honest fellow?
+
+
+

First Messenger +

By this at Dunsmore, marching hitherward.
+
+

WARWICK +

How far off is our brother Montague?
+Where is the post that came from Montague?
+
+
+

Second Messenger +

By this at Daintry, with a puissant troop.
+
+
Enter SIR JOHN SOMERVILLE
+

WARWICK +

Say, Somerville, what says my loving son?
+And, by thy guess, how nigh is Clarence now?
+
+
+

SOMERSET +

At Southam I did leave him with his forces,
+And do expect him here some two hours hence.
+
+
+
Drum heard
+

WARWICK +

Then Clarence is at hand, I hear his drum.
+
+

SOMERSET +

It is not his, my lord; here Southam lies:
+The drum your honour hears marcheth from Warwick.
+
+
+

WARWICK +

Who should that be? belike, unlook'd-for friends.
+
+

SOMERSET +

They are at hand, and you shall quickly know.
+
+
March: flourish. Enter KING EDWARD IV, GLOUCESTER, and soldiers
+

KING EDWARD IV +

Go, trumpet, to the walls, and sound a parle.
+
+

GLOUCESTER +

See how the surly Warwick mans the wall!
+
+

WARWICK +

O unbid spite! is sportful Edward come?
+Where slept our scouts, or how are they seduced,
+That we could hear no news of his repair?
+
+
+

KING EDWARD IV +

Now, Warwick, wilt thou ope the city gates,
+Speak gentle words and humbly bend thy knee,
+Call Edward king and at his hands beg mercy?
+And he shall pardon thee these outrages.
+
+
+

WARWICK +

Nay, rather, wilt thou draw thy forces hence,
+Confess who set thee up and pluck'd thee own,
+Call Warwick patron and be penitent?
+And thou shalt still remain the Duke of York.
+
+
+

GLOUCESTER +

I thought, at least, he would have said the king;
+Or did he make the jest against his will?
+
+
+

WARWICK +

Is not a dukedom, sir, a goodly gift?
+
+

GLOUCESTER +

Ay, by my faith, for a poor earl to give:
+I'll do thee service for so good a gift.
+
+
+

WARWICK +

'Twas I that gave the kingdom to thy brother.
+
+

KING EDWARD IV +

Why then 'tis mine, if but by Warwick's gift.
+
+

WARWICK +

Thou art no Atlas for so great a weight:
+And weakling, Warwick takes his gift again;
+And Henry is my king, Warwick his subject.
+
+
+

KING EDWARD IV +

But Warwick's king is Edward's prisoner:
+And, gallant Warwick, do but answer this:
+What is the body when the head is off?
+
+
+

GLOUCESTER +

Alas, that Warwick had no more forecast,
+But, whiles he thought to steal the single ten,
+The king was slily finger'd from the deck!
+You left poor Henry at the Bishop's palace,
+And, ten to one, you'll meet him in the Tower.
+
+
+

EDWARD +

'Tis even so; yet you are Warwick still.
+
+

GLOUCESTER +

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 to thee.
+
+
+

KING EDWARD IV +

Sail how thou canst, have wind and tide thy friend,
+This hand, fast wound about thy coal-black hair
+Shall, whiles thy head is warm and new cut off,
+Write in the dust this sentence with thy blood,
+'Wind-changing Warwick now can change no more.'
+
+
+
Enter OXFORD, with drum and colours
+

WARWICK +

O cheerful colours! see where Oxford comes!
+
+

OXFORD +

Oxford, Oxford, for Lancaster!
+
+
He and his forces enter the city
+

GLOUCESTER +

The gates are open, let us enter too.
+
+

KING EDWARD IV +

So other foes may set upon our backs.
+Stand we in good array; for they no doubt
+Will issue out again and bid us battle:
+If not, the city being but of small defence,
+We'll quickly rouse the traitors in the same.
+
+
+

WARWICK +

O, welcome, Oxford! for we want thy help.
+
+
Enter MONTAGUE with drum and colours
+

MONTAGUE +

Montague, Montague, for Lancaster!
+
+
He and his forces enter the city
+

GLOUCESTER +

Thou and thy brother both shall buy this treason
+Even with the dearest blood your bodies bear.
+
+
+

KING EDWARD IV +

The harder match'd, the greater victory:
+My mind presageth happy gain and conquest.
+
+
+
Enter SOMERSET, with drum and colours
+

SOMERSET +

Somerset, Somerset, for Lancaster!
+
+
He and his forces enter the city
+

GLOUCESTER +

Two of thy name, both Dukes of Somerset,
+Have sold their lives unto the house of York;
+And thou shalt be the third if this sword hold.
+
+
+
Enter CLARENCE, with drum and colours
+

WARWICK +

And lo, where George of Clarence sweeps along,
+Of force enough to bid his brother battle;
+With whom an upright zeal to right prevails
+More than the nature of a brother's love!
+Come, Clarence, come; thou wilt, if Warwick call.
+
+
+

CLARENCE +

Father of Warwick, know you what this means?
+
+
Taking his 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, wheresoe'er I meet thee--
+As 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.
+
+
+

KING EDWARD IV +

Now welcome more, and ten times more beloved,
+Than if thou never hadst deserved our hate.
+
+
+

GLOUCESTER +

Welcome, good Clarence; this is brotherlike.
+
+

WARWICK +

O passing traitor, perjured and unjust!
+
+

KING EDWARD IV +

What, Warwick, wilt thou leave the town and fight?
+Or shall we beat the stones about thine ears?
+
+
+

WARWICK +

Alas, I am not coop'd here for defence!
+I will away towards Barnet presently,
+And bid thee battle, Edward, if thou darest.
+
+
+

KING EDWARD IV +

Yes, Warwick, Edward dares, and leads the way.
+Lords, to the field; Saint George and victory!
+
+
+
Exeunt King Edward and his company. March. Warwick and his company follow
+ +
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SCENE II. A field of battle near Barnet.

+

+

+
Alarum and excursions. Enter KING EDWARD IV, bringing forth WARWICK wounded
+

KING EDWARD IV +

So, lie thou there: die thou, and die our fear;
+For Warwick was a bug that fear'd us all.
+Now, Montague, sit fast; I seek for thee,
+That Warwick's bones may keep thine company.
+
+
+
Exit
+

WARWICK +

Ah, who is nigh? come to me, friend or foe,
+And tell me who is victor, York or Warwick?
+Why ask I that? my mangled body shows,
+My blood, my want of strength, my sick heart shows.
+That I must yield my body to the earth
+And, by my fall, the conquest to my foe.
+Thus yields the cedar to the axe's edge,
+Whose arms gave shelter to the princely eagle,
+Under whose shade the ramping lion slept,
+Whose top-branch overpeer'd Jove's spreading tree
+And kept low shrubs from winter's powerful wind.
+These eyes, that now are dimm'd with death's black veil,
+Have been as piercing as the mid-day sun,
+To search the secret treasons of the world:
+The wrinkles in my brows, now filled with blood,
+Were liken'd oft to kingly sepulchres;
+For who lived king, but I could dig his grave?
+And who durst mine when Warwick bent his brow?
+Lo, now my glory smear'd in dust and blood!
+My parks, my walks, my manors that I had.
+Even now forsake me, and of all my lands
+Is nothing left me but my body's length.
+Why, what is pomp, rule, reign, but earth and dust?
+And, live we how we can, yet die we must.
+
+
+
Enter OXFORD and SOMERSET
+

SOMERSET +

Ah, Warwick, Warwick! wert thou as we are.
+We might recover all our loss again;
+The queen from France hath brought a puissant power:
+Even now we heard the news: ah, could'st thou fly!
+
+
+

WARWICK +

Why, then I would not fly. Ah, Montague,
+If thou be there, sweet brother, take my hand.
+And with thy lips keep in my soul awhile!
+Thou lovest me not; for, brother, if thou didst,
+Thy tears would wash this cold congealed blood
+That glues my lips and will not let me speak.
+Come quickly, Montague, or I am dead.
+
+
+

SOMERSET +

Ah, Warwick! Montague hath breathed his last;
+And to the latest gasp cried out for Warwick,
+And said 'Commend me to my valiant brother.'
+And more he would have said, and more he spoke,
+Which sounded like a clamour in a vault,
+That mought not be distinguished; but at last
+I well might hear, delivered with a groan,
+'O, farewell, Warwick!'
+
+
+

WARWICK +

Sweet rest his soul! Fly, lords, and save yourselves;
+For Warwick bids you all farewell to meet in heaven.
+
+
+
Dies
+

OXFORD +

Away, away, to meet the queen's great power!
+
+
Here they bear away his body. Exeunt
+ +
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SCENE III. Another part of the field.

+

+
Flourish. Enter KING EDWARD IV in triumph; with GLOUCESTER, CLARENCE, and the rest
+

KING EDWARD IV +

Thus far our fortune keeps an upward course,
+And we are graced with wreaths of victory.
+But, in the midst of this bright-shining day,
+I spy a black, suspicious, threatening cloud,
+That will encounter with our glorious sun,
+Ere he attain his easeful western bed:
+I mean, my lords, those powers that the queen
+Hath raised in Gallia have arrived our coast
+And, as we hear, march on to fight with us.
+
+
+

CLARENCE +

A little gale will soon disperse that cloud
+And blow it to the source from whence it came:
+The very beams will dry those vapours up,
+For every cloud engenders not a storm.
+
+
+

GLOUCESTER +

The queen is valued thirty thousand strong,
+And Somerset, with Oxford fled to her:
+If she have time to breathe be well assured
+Her faction will be full as strong as ours.
+
+
+

KING EDWARD IV +

We are advertised by our loving friends
+That they do hold their course toward Tewksbury:
+We, having now the best at Barnet field,
+Will thither straight, for willingness rids way;
+And, as we march, our strength will be augmented
+In every county as we go along.
+Strike up the drum; cry 'Courage!' and away.
+
+
+
Exeunt
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SCENE IV. Plains near Teaksbury.

+

+

+
March. Enter QUEEN MARGARET, PRINCE EDWARD, SOMERSET, OXFORD, and soldiers
+

QUEEN MARGARET +

Great lords, wise men ne'er sit and wail their loss,
+But cheerly seek how to redress their harms.
+What though the mast be now blown overboard,
+The cable broke, the holding-anchor lost,
+And half our sailors swallow'd in the flood?
+Yet lives our pilot still. Is't meet that he
+Should leave the helm and 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 saved?
+Ah, what a shame! ah, what a fault were this!
+Say Warwick was our anchor; what of that?
+And Montague our topmost; what of him?
+Our slaughter'd friends the tackles; what of these?
+Why, is not Oxford here another anchor?
+And Somerset another goodly mast?
+The friends of France our shrouds and tacklings?
+And, though unskilful, why not Ned and I
+For once allow'd the skilful pilot's 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
+'Twere childish weakness to lament or fear.
+
+
+

PRINCE EDWARD +

Methinks a woman of this valiant spirit
+Should, if a coward heard her speak these words,
+Infuse his breast with magnanimity
+And make him, naked, foil a man at arms.
+I speak not this as doubting any here
+For did I but suspect a fearful man
+He should have leave to go away betimes,
+Lest in our need he might 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.
+
+
+

OXFORD +

Women and children of so high a courage,
+And warriors faint! why, 'twere perpetual shame.
+O brave young prince! thy famous grandfather
+Doth live again in thee: long mayst thou live
+To bear his image and renew his glories!
+
+
+

SOMERSET +

And he that will not fight for such a hope.
+Go home to bed, and like the owl by day,
+If he arise, be mock'd and wonder'd at.
+
+
+

QUEEN MARGARET +

Thanks, gentle Somerset; sweet Oxford, thanks.
+
+

PRINCE EDWARD +

And take his thanks that yet hath nothing else.
+
+
Enter a Messenger
+

Messenger +

Prepare you, lords, for Edward is at hand.
+Ready to fight; therefore be resolute.
+
+
+

OXFORD +

I thought no less: it is his policy
+To haste thus fast, to find us unprovided.
+
+
+

SOMERSET +

But he's deceived; we are in readiness.
+
+

QUEEN MARGARET +

This cheers my heart, to see your forwardness.
+
+

OXFORD +

Here pitch our battle; hence we will not budge.
+
+
Flourish and march. Enter KING EDWARD IV, GLOUCESTER, CLARENCE, and soldiers
+

KING EDWARD IV +

Brave followers, yonder stands the thorny wood,
+Which, by the heavens' assistance and your strength,
+Must by the roots be hewn up yet ere night.
+I need not add more fuel to your fire,
+For well I wot ye blaze to burn them out
+Give signal to the fight, and to it, lords!
+
+
+

QUEEN MARGARET +

Lords, knights, and gentlemen, what I should say
+My tears gainsay; for every word I speak,
+Ye see, I drink the water of mine eyes.
+Therefore, no more but this: Henry, your sovereign,
+Is prisoner to the foe; his state usurp'd,
+His realm a slaughter-house, his subjects slain,
+His statutes cancell'd and his treasure spent;
+And yonder is the wolf that makes this spoil.
+You fight in justice: then, in God's name, lords,
+Be valiant and give signal to the fight.
+
+
+
Alarum. Retreat. Excursions. Exeunt
+ +
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SCENE V. Another part of the field.

+

+

+
Flourish. Enter KING EDWARD IV, GLOUCESTER, CLARENCE, and soldiers; with QUEEN MARGARET, OXFORD, and SOMERSET, prisoners
+

KING EDWARD IV +

Now here a period of tumultuous broils.
+Away with Oxford to Hames Castle straight:
+For Somerset, off with his guilty head.
+Go, bear them hence; I will not hear them speak.
+
+
+

OXFORD +

For my part, I'll not trouble thee with words.
+
+

SOMERSET +

Nor I, but stoop with patience to my fortune.
+
+
Exeunt Oxford and Somerset, guarded
+

QUEEN MARGARET +

So part we sadly in this troublous world,
+To meet with joy in sweet Jerusalem.
+
+
+

KING EDWARD IV +

Is proclamation made, that who finds Edward
+Shall have a high reward, and he his life?
+
+
+

GLOUCESTER +

It is: and lo, where youthful Edward comes!
+
+
Enter soldiers, with PRINCE EDWARD
+

KING EDWARD IV +

Bring forth the gallant, let us hear him speak.
+What! can so young a thorn begin to prick?
+Edward, what satisfaction canst thou make
+For bearing arms, for stirring up my subjects,
+And all the trouble thou hast turn'd me to?
+
+
+

PRINCE EDWARD +

Speak like a subject, proud ambitious York!
+Suppose that I am now my father's mouth;
+Resign thy chair, and where I stand kneel thou,
+Whilst I propose the selfsame words to thee,
+Which traitor, thou wouldst have me answer to.
+
+
+

QUEEN MARGARET +

Ah, that thy father had been so resolved!
+
+

GLOUCESTER +

That you might still have worn the petticoat,
+And ne'er have stol'n the breech from Lancaster.
+
+
+

PRINCE EDWARD +

Let AEsop fable in a winter's night;
+His currish riddles sort not with this place.
+
+
+

GLOUCESTER +

By heaven, brat, I'll plague ye for that word.
+
+

QUEEN MARGARET +

Ay, thou wast born to be a plague to men.
+
+

GLOUCESTER +

For God's sake, take away this captive scold.
+
+

PRINCE EDWARD +

Nay, take away this scolding crookback rather.
+
+

KING EDWARD IV +

Peace, wilful boy, or I will charm your tongue.
+
+

CLARENCE +

Untutor'd lad, thou art too malapert.
+
+

PRINCE EDWARD +

I know my duty; you are all undutiful:
+Lascivious Edward, and thou perjured George,
+And thou mis-shapen Dick, I tell ye all
+I am your better, traitors as ye are:
+And thou usurp'st my father's right and mine.
+
+
+

KING EDWARD IV +

Take that, thou likeness of this railer here.
+
+
Stabs him
+

GLOUCESTER +

Sprawl'st thou? take that, to end thy agony.
+
+
Stabs him
+

CLARENCE +

And there's for twitting me with perjury.
+
+
Stabs him
+

QUEEN MARGARET +

O, kill me too!
+
+

GLOUCESTER +

Marry, and shall.
+
+
Offers to kill her
+

KING EDWARD IV +

Hold, Richard, hold; for we have done too much.
+
+

GLOUCESTER +

Why should she live, to fill the world with words?
+
+

KING EDWARD IV +

What, doth she swoon? use means for her recovery.
+
+

GLOUCESTER +

Clarence, excuse me to the king my brother;
+I'll hence to London on a serious matter:
+Ere ye come there, be sure to hear some news.
+
+
+

CLARENCE +

What? what?
+
+

GLOUCESTER +

The Tower, the Tower.
+
+
Exit
+

QUEEN MARGARET +

O Ned, sweet Ned! speak to thy mother, boy!
+Canst thou not speak? O traitors! murderers!
+They that stabb'd Caesar shed no blood at all,
+Did not offend, nor were not worthy blame,
+If this foul deed were by to equal it:
+He was a man; this, in respect, a child:
+And men ne'er spend their fury on a child.
+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 stirr'd up remorse:
+But if you ever chance to have a child,
+Look in his youth to have him so cut off
+As, deathmen, you have rid this sweet young prince!
+
+
+

KING EDWARD IV +

Away with her; go, bear her hence perforce.
+
+

QUEEN MARGARET +

Nay, never bear me hence, dispatch me here,
+Here sheathe thy sword, I'll pardon thee my death:
+What, wilt thou not? then, Clarence, do it thou.
+
+
+

CLARENCE +

By heaven, I will not do thee so much ease.
+
+

QUEEN MARGARET +

Good Clarence, do; sweet Clarence, do thou do it.
+
+

CLARENCE +

Didst thou not hear me swear I would not do it?
+
+

QUEEN MARGARET +

Ay, but thou usest to forswear thyself:
+'Twas sin before, but now 'tis charity.
+What, wilt thou not? Where is that devil's butcher,
+Hard-favour'd Richard? Richard, where art thou?
+Thou art not here: murder is thy alms-deed;
+Petitioners for blood thou ne'er put'st back.
+
+
+

KING EDWARD IV +

Away, I say; I charge ye, bear her hence.
+
+

QUEEN MARGARET +

So come to you and yours, as to this Prince!
+
+
Exit, led out forcibly
+

KING EDWARD IV +

Where's Richard gone?
+
+

CLARENCE +

To London, all in post; and, as I guess,
+To make a bloody supper in the Tower.
+
+
+

KING EDWARD IV +

He's sudden, if a thing comes in his head.
+Now march we hence: discharge the common sort
+With pay and thanks, and let's away to London
+And see our gentle queen how well she fares:
+By this, I hope, she hath a son for me.
+
+
+
Exeunt
+ +
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SCENE VI. London. The Tower.

+

+

Enter KING HENRY VI and GLOUCESTER, with the Lieutenant, on the walls
+

GLOUCESTER +

Good day, my lord. What, at your book so hard?
+
+

KING HENRY VI +

Ay, my good lord:--my lord, I should say rather;
+'Tis sin to flatter; 'good' was little better:
+'Good Gloucester' and 'good devil' were alike,
+And both preposterous; therefore, not 'good lord.'
+
+
+

GLOUCESTER +

Sirrah, leave us to ourselves: we must confer.
+
+
Exit Lieutenant
+

KING HENRY VI +

So flies the reckless shepherd from the wolf;
+So first the harmless sheep doth yield his fleece
+And next his throat unto the butcher's knife.
+What scene of death hath Roscius now to act?
+
+
+

GLOUCESTER +

Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind;
+The thief doth fear each bush an officer.
+
+
+

KING HENRY VI +

The bird that hath been limed in a bush,
+With trembling wings misdoubteth every bush;
+And I, the hapless male to one sweet bird,
+Have now the fatal object in my eye
+Where my poor young was limed, was caught and kill'd.
+
+
+

GLOUCESTER +

Why, what a peevish fool was that of Crete,
+That taught his son the office of a fowl!
+An yet, for all his wings, the fool was drown'd.
+
+
+

KING HENRY VI +

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

GLOUCESTER +

Think'st thou I am an executioner?
+
+

KING HENRY VI +

A persecutor, I am sure, thou art:
+If murdering innocents be executing,
+Why, then thou art an executioner.
+
+
+

GLOUCESTER +

Thy son I kill'd for his presumption.
+
+

KING HENRY VI +

Hadst thou been kill'd when first thou didst presume,
+Thou hadst not lived to kill a son of mine.
+And thus I prophesy, that many a thousand,
+Which now mistrust no parcel of my fear,
+And many an old man's sigh and many a widow's,
+And many an orphan's water-standing eye--
+Men for their sons, wives for their husbands,
+And orphans for their parents timeless death--
+Shall rue the hour that ever thou wast born.
+The owl shriek'd at thy birth,--an evil sign;
+The night-crow cried, aboding luckless time;
+Dogs howl'd, and hideous tempest shook down trees;
+The raven rook'd her on the chimney's top,
+And chattering pies in dismal discords 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 camest to bite the world:
+And, if the rest be true which I have heard,
+Thou camest--
+
+
+

GLOUCESTER +

I'll hear no more: die, prophet in thy speech:
+
+
Stabs him
+
+For this amongst the rest, was I ordain'd.
+
+
+

KING HENRY VI +

Ay, and for much more slaughter after this.
+God forgive my sins, and pardon thee!
+
+
+
Dies
+

GLOUCESTER +

What, will the aspiring blood of Lancaster
+Sink in the ground? I thought it would have mounted.
+See how my sword weeps for the poor king's death!
+O, may such purple tears be alway shed
+From those that wish the downfall of our house!
+If any spark of life be yet remaining,
+Down, down to hell; and say I sent thee thither:
+
+
+
Stabs him again
+
+I, 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 their ruin that usurp'd our right?
+The midwife wonder'd 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 make crook'd my mind to answer it.
+I have no brother, I am like no brother;
+And this word 'love,' which graybeards 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 buz 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
+ +
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SCENE VII. London. The palace.

+

+ +

Flourish. Enter KING EDWARD IV, QUEEN ELIZABETH, CLARENCE, GLOUCESTER, HASTINGS, a Nurse with the young Prince, and Attendants
+

KING EDWARD IV +

Once more we sit in England's royal throne,
+Re-purchased with the blood of enemies.
+What valiant foemen, like to autumn's corn,
+Have we mow'd down, in tops of all their pride!
+Three Dukes of Somerset, threefold renown'd
+For hardy and undoubted champions;
+Two Cliffords, as the father and the son,
+And two Northumberlands; two braver men
+Ne'er spurr'd their coursers at the trumpet's sound;
+With them, the two brave bears, Warwick and Montague,
+That in their chains fetter'd the kingly lion
+And made the forest tremble when they roar'd.
+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 armours watch'd the winter's night,
+Went all afoot in summer's scalding heat,
+That thou mightst repossess the crown in peace;
+And of our labours thou shalt reap the gain.
+
+
+

GLOUCESTER +

[Aside] I'll blast his harvest, if your head were laid;
+For yet I am not look'd on in the world.
+This shoulder was ordain'd so thick to heave;
+And heave it shall some weight, or break my back:
+Work thou the way,--and thou shalt execute.
+
+
+

KING EDWARD IV +

Clarence and Gloucester, love my lovely queen;
+And kiss your princely nephew, brothers both.
+
+
+

CLARENCE +

The duty that I owe unto your majesty
+I seal upon the lips of this sweet babe.
+
+
+

QUEEN ELIZABETH +

Thanks, noble Clarence; worthy brother, thanks.
+
+

GLOUCESTER +

And, that I love the tree from whence thou sprang'st,
+Witness the loving kiss I give the fruit.
+ [Aside] To say the truth, so Judas kiss'd his master,
+And cried 'all hail!' when as he meant all harm.
+
+
+

KING EDWARD IV +

Now am I seated as my soul delights,
+Having my country's peace and brothers' loves.
+
+
+

CLARENCE +

What will your grace have done with Margaret?
+Reignier, her father, to the king of France
+Hath pawn'd the Sicils and Jerusalem,
+And hither have they sent it for her ransom.
+
+
+

KING EDWARD IV +

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 drums and trumpets! farewell sour annoy!
+For here, I hope, begins our lasting joy.
+
+
+
Exeunt
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The Third part of King Henry the Sixth +
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+ +

ACT I

+

SCENE I. London. The Parliament-house.

+

+Alarum. Enter YORK, EDWARD, RICHARD, NORFOLK, MONTAGUE, WARWICK, and Soldiers +
+ +WARWICK +
+I wonder how the king escaped our hands.
+
+ +YORK +
+While we pursued the horsemen of the north,
+He slily stole away and left his men:
+Whereat the great Lord of Northumberland,
+Whose warlike ears could never brook retreat,
+Cheer'd 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.
+
+ +EDWARD +
+Lord Stafford's father, Duke of Buckingham,
+Is either slain or wounded dangerously;
+I cleft his beaver with a downright blow:
+That this is true, father, behold his blood.
+
+ +MONTAGUE +
+And, brother, here's the Earl of Wiltshire's blood,
+Whom I encounter'd as the battles join'd.
+
+ +RICHARD +
+Speak thou for me and tell them what I did.
+

Throwing down SOMERSET's head

+
+ +YORK +
+Richard hath best deserved of all my sons.
+But is your grace dead, my Lord of Somerset?
+
+ +NORFOLK +
+Such hope have all the line of John of Gaunt!
+
+ +RICHARD +
+Thus do I hope to shake King Henry's head.
+
+ +WARWICK +
+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 heirs'
+
+ +YORK +
+Assist me, then, sweet Warwick, and I will;
+For hither we have broken in by force.
+
+ +NORFOLK +
+We'll all assist you; he that flies shall die.
+
+ +YORK +
+Thanks, gentle Norfolk: stay by me, my lords;
+And, soldiers, stay and lodge by me this night.
+

They go up

+
+ +WARWICK +
+And when the king comes, offer no violence,
+Unless he seek to thrust you out perforce.
+
+ +YORK +
+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.
+
+ +RICHARD +
+Arm'd as we are, let's stay within this house.
+
+ +WARWICK +
+The bloody parliament shall this be call'd,
+Unless Plantagenet, Duke of York, be king,
+And bashful Henry deposed, whose cowardice
+Hath made us by-words to our enemies.
+
+ +YORK +
+Then leave me not, my lords; be resolute;
+I mean to take possession of my right.
+
+ +WARWICK +
+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.
+I'll plant Plantagenet, root him up who dares:
+Resolve thee, Richard; claim the English crown.
+

Flourish. Enter KING HENRY VI, CLIFFORD, NORTHUMBERLAND, WESTMORELAND, EXETER, and the rest

+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+My lords, look where the sturdy rebel sits,
+Even in the chair of state: belike he means,
+Back'd by the power of Warwick, that false peer,
+To aspire unto the crown and reign as king.
+Earl of Northumberland, he slew thy father.
+And thine, Lord Clifford; and you both have vow'd revenge
+On him, his sons, his favourites and his friends.
+
+ +NORTHUMBERLAND +
+If I be not, heavens be revenged on me!
+
+ +CLIFFORD +
+The hope thereof makes Clifford mourn in steel.
+
+ +WESTMORELAND +
+What, shall we suffer this? let's pluck him down:
+My heart for anger burns; I cannot brook it.
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+Be patient, gentle Earl of Westmoreland.
+
+ +CLIFFORD +
+Patience is for poltroons, 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.
+
+ +NORTHUMBERLAND +
+Well hast thou spoken, cousin: be it so.
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+Ah, know you not the city favours them,
+And they have troops of soldiers at their beck?
+
+ +EXETER +
+But when the duke is slain, they'll quickly fly.
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+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.
+
+ +YORK +
+I am thine.
+
+ +EXETER +
+For shame, come down: he made thee Duke of York.
+
+ +YORK +
+'Twas my inheritance, as the earldom was.
+
+ +EXETER +
+Thy father was a traitor to the crown.
+
+ +WARWICK +
+Exeter, thou art a traitor to the crown
+In following this usurping Henry.
+
+ +CLIFFORD +
+Whom should he follow but his natural king?
+
+ +WARWICK +
+True, Clifford; and that's Richard Duke of York.
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+And shall I stand, and thou sit in my throne?
+
+ +YORK +
+It must and shall be so: content thyself.
+
+ +WARWICK +
+Be Duke of Lancaster; let him be king.
+
+ +WESTMORELAND +
+He is both king and Duke of Lancaster;
+And that the Lord of Westmoreland shall maintain.
+
+ +WARWICK +
+And Warwick shall disprove it. You forget
+That we are those which chased you from the field
+And slew your fathers, and with colours spread
+March'd through the city to the palace gates.
+
+ +NORTHUMBERLAND +
+Yes, Warwick, I remember it to my grief;
+And, by his soul, thou and thy house shall rue it.
+
+ +WESTMORELAND +
+Plantagenet, of thee and these thy sons,
+Thy kinsman and thy friends, I'll have more lives
+Than drops of blood were in my father's veins.
+
+ +CLIFFORD +
+Urge it no more; lest that, instead of words,
+I send thee, Warwick, such a messenger
+As shall revenge his death before I stir.
+
+ +WARWICK +
+Poor Clifford! how I scorn his worthless threats!
+
+ +YORK +
+Will you we show our title to the crown?
+If not, our swords shall plead it in the field.
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+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 the Fifth,
+Who made the Dauphin and the French to stoop
+And seized upon their towns and provinces.
+
+ +WARWICK +
+Talk not of France, sith thou hast lost it all.
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+The lord protector lost it, and not I:
+When I was crown'd I was but nine months old.
+
+ +RICHARD +
+You are old enough now, and yet, methinks, you lose.
+Father, tear the crown from the usurper's head.
+
+ +EDWARD +
+Sweet father, do so; set it on your head.
+
+ +MONTAGUE +
+Good brother, as thou lovest and honourest arms,
+Let's fight it out and not stand cavilling thus.
+
+ +RICHARD +
+Sound drums and trumpets, and the king will fly.
+
+ +YORK +
+Sons, peace!
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+Peace, thou! and give King Henry leave to speak.
+
+ +WARWICK +
+Plantagenet shall speak first: hear him, lords;
+And be you silent and attentive too,
+For he that interrupts him shall not live.
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+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;
+Ay, and their colours, often borne 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.
+
+ +WARWICK +
+Prove it, Henry, and thou shalt be king.
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+Henry the Fourth by conquest got the crown.
+
+ +YORK +
+'Twas by rebellion against his king.
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+[Aside] I know not what to say; my title's weak.--
+Tell me, may not a king adopt an heir?
+
+ +YORK +
+What then?
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+An if he may, then am I lawful king;
+For Richard, in the view of many lords,
+Resign'd the crown to Henry the Fourth,
+Whose heir my father was, and I am his.
+
+ +YORK +
+He rose against him, being his sovereign,
+And made him to resign his crown perforce.
+
+ +WARWICK +
+Suppose, my lords, he did it unconstrain'd,
+Think you 'twere prejudicial to his crown?
+
+ +EXETER +
+No; for he could not so resign his crown
+But that the next heir should succeed and reign.
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+Art thou against us, Duke of Exeter?
+
+ +EXETER +
+His is the right, and therefore pardon me.
+
+ +YORK +
+Why whisper you, my lords, and answer not?
+
+ +EXETER +
+My conscience tells me he is lawful king.
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+[Aside] All will revolt from me, and turn to him.
+
+ +NORTHUMBERLAND +
+Plantagenet, for all the claim thou lay'st,
+Think not that Henry shall be so deposed.
+
+ +WARWICK +
+Deposed he shall be, in despite of all.
+
+ +NORTHUMBERLAND +
+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.
+
+ +CLIFFORD +
+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!
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+O Clifford, how thy words revive my heart!
+
+ +YORK +
+Henry of Lancaster, resign thy crown.
+What mutter you, or what conspire you, lords?
+
+ +WARWICK +
+Do right unto this princely Duke of York,
+Or I will fill the house with armed 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

+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+My Lord of Warwick, hear me but one word:
+Let me for this my life-time reign as king.
+
+ +YORK +
+Confirm the crown to me and to mine heirs,
+And thou shalt reign in quiet while thou livest.
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+I am content: Richard Plantagenet,
+Enjoy the kingdom after my decease.
+
+ +CLIFFORD +
+What wrong is this unto the prince your son!
+
+ +WARWICK +
+What good is this to England and himself!
+
+ +WESTMORELAND +
+Base, fearful and despairing Henry!
+
+ +CLIFFORD +
+How hast thou injured both thyself and us!
+
+ +WESTMORELAND +
+I cannot stay to hear these articles.
+
+ +NORTHUMBERLAND +
+Nor I.
+
+ +CLIFFORD +
+Come, cousin, let us tell the queen these news.
+
+ +WESTMORELAND +
+Farewell, faint-hearted and degenerate king,
+In whose cold blood no spark of honour bides.
+
+ +NORTHUMBERLAND +
+Be thou a prey unto the house of York,
+And die in bands for this unmanly deed!
+
+ +CLIFFORD +
+In dreadful war mayst thou be overcome,
+Or live in peace abandon'd and despised!
+

Exeunt NORTHUMBERLAND, CLIFFORD, and WESTMORELAND

+
+ +WARWICK +
+Turn this way, Henry, and regard them not.
+
+ +EXETER +
+They seek revenge and therefore will not yield.
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+Ah, Exeter!
+
+ +WARWICK +
+ Why should you sigh, my lord?
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+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.
+
+ +YORK +
+This oath I willingly take and will perform.
+
+ +WARWICK +
+Long live King Henry! Plantagenet embrace him.
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+And long live thou and these thy forward sons!
+
+ +YORK +
+Now York and Lancaster are reconciled.
+
+ +EXETER +
+Accursed be he that seeks to make them foes!
+

Sennet. Here they come down

+
+ +YORK +
+Farewell, my gracious lord; I'll to my castle.
+
+ +WARWICK +
+And I'll keep London with my soldiers.
+
+ +NORFOLK +
+And I to Norfolk with my followers.
+
+ +MONTAGUE +
+And I unto the sea from whence I came.
+

Exeunt YORK, EDWARD, EDMUND, GEORGE, RICHARD, WARWICK, NORFOLK, MONTAGUE, their Soldiers, and Attendants

+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+And I, with grief and sorrow, to the court.
+

Enter QUEEN MARGARET and PRINCE EDWARD

+
+ +EXETER +
+Here comes the queen, whose looks bewray her anger:
+I'll steal away.
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+ Exeter, so will I.
+
+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+Nay, go not from me; I will follow thee.
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+Be patient, gentle queen, and I will stay.
+
+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+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 nourish'd 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.
+
+ +PRINCE EDWARD +
+Father, you cannot disinherit me:
+If you be king, why should not I succeed?
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+Pardon me, Margaret; pardon me, sweet son:
+The Earl of Warwick and the duke enforced me.
+
+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+Enforced thee! art thou king, and wilt be forced?
+I 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 Falconbridge 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, which am a silly woman,
+The soldiers should have toss'd me on their pikes
+Before I would have granted to that act.
+But thou preferr'st 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
+Whereby 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.
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+Stay, gentle Margaret, and hear me speak.
+
+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+Thou hast spoke too much already: get thee gone.
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+Gentle son Edward, thou wilt stay with me?
+
+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+Ay, to be murder'd by his enemies.
+
+ +PRINCE EDWARD +
+When I return with victory from the field
+I'll see your grace: till then I'll follow her.
+
+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+Come, son, away; we may not linger thus.
+

Exeunt QUEEN MARGARET and PRINCE EDWARD

+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+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.
+
+ +EXETER +
+And I, I hope, shall reconcile them all.
+

Exeunt

+
+

SCENE II. Sandal Castle.

+

+Enter RICHARD, EDWARD, and MONTAGUE +
+ +RICHARD +
+Brother, though I be youngest, give me leave.
+
+ +EDWARD +
+No, I can better play the orator.
+
+ +MONTAGUE +
+But I have reasons strong and forcible.
+

Enter YORK

+
+ +YORK +
+Why, how now, sons and brother! at a strife?
+What is your quarrel? how began it first?
+
+ +EDWARD +
+No quarrel, but a slight contention.
+
+ +YORK +
+About what?
+
+ +RICHARD +
+About that which concerns your grace and us;
+The crown of England, father, which is yours.
+
+ +YORK +
+Mine boy? not till King Henry be dead.
+
+ +RICHARD +
+Your right depends not on his life or death.
+
+ +EDWARD +
+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.
+
+ +YORK +
+I took an oath that he should quietly reign.
+
+ +EDWARD +
+But for a kingdom any oath may be broken:
+I would break a thousand oaths to reign one year.
+
+ +RICHARD +
+No; God forbid your grace should be forsworn.
+
+ +YORK +
+I shall be, if I claim by open war.
+
+ +RICHARD +
+I'll prove the contrary, if you'll hear me speak.
+
+ +YORK +
+Thou canst not, son; it is impossible.
+
+ +RICHARD +
+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.
+
+ +YORK +
+Richard, enough; I will be king, or die.
+Brother, thou shalt to London presently,
+And whet 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?
+
+ +Messenger +
+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.
+
+ +YORK +
+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.
+
+ +MONTAGUE +
+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.
+
+ +JOHN MORTIMER +
+She shall not need; we'll meet her in the field.
+
+ +YORK +
+What, with five thousand men?
+
+ +RICHARD +
+Ay, with five hundred, father, for a need:
+A woman's general; what should we fear?
+

A march afar off

+
+ +EDWARD +
+I hear their drums: let's set our men in order,
+And issue forth and bid them battle straight.
+
+ +YORK +
+Five men to twenty! though the odds be great,
+I doubt not, uncle, of our victory.
+Many a battle have I won in France,
+When as the enemy hath been ten to one:
+Why should I not now have the like success?
+

Alarum. Exeunt

+
+

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

+

+Alarums. Enter RUTLAND and his Tutor +
+ +RUTLAND +
+Ah, whither shall I fly to 'scape their hands?
+Ah, tutor, look where bloody Clifford comes!
+

Enter CLIFFORD and Soldiers

+
+ +CLIFFORD +
+Chaplain, away! thy priesthood saves thy life.
+As for the brat of this accursed duke,
+Whose father slew my father, he shall die.
+
+ +Tutor +
+And I, my lord, will bear him company.
+
+ +CLIFFORD +
+Soldiers, away with him!
+
+ +Tutor +
+Ah, Clifford, murder not this innocent child,
+Lest thou be hated both of God and man!
+

Exit, dragged off by Soldiers

+
+ +CLIFFORD +
+How now! is he dead already? or is it fear
+That makes him close his eyes? I'll open them.
+
+ +RUTLAND +
+So looks the pent-up lion o'er the wretch
+That trembles under his devouring paws;
+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.
+
+ +CLIFFORD +
+In vain thou speak'st, poor boy; my father's blood
+Hath stopp'd the passage where thy words should enter.
+
+ +RUTLAND +
+Then let my father's blood open it again:
+He is a man, and, Clifford, cope with him.
+
+ +CLIFFORD +
+Had thy brethren here, their lives and thine
+Were not revenge sufficient for me;
+No, if I digg'd 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;
+And till I root out their accursed line
+And leave not one alive, I live in hell.
+Therefore--
+

Lifting his hand

+
+ +RUTLAND +
+O, let me pray before I take my death!
+To thee I pray; sweet Clifford, pity me!
+
+ +CLIFFORD +
+Such pity as my rapier's point affords.
+
+ +RUTLAND +
+I never did thee harm: why wilt thou slay me?
+
+ +CLIFFORD +
+Thy father hath.
+
+ +RUTLAND +
+ But 'twas ere I was born.
+Thou hast one son; for his sake pity me,
+Lest in revenge thereof, sith God is just,
+He be as miserably slain as I.
+Ah, 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.
+
+ +CLIFFORD +
+No cause!
+Thy father slew my father; therefore, die.
+

Stabs him

+
+ +RUTLAND +
+Di faciant laudis summa sit ista tuae!
+

Dies

+
+ +CLIFFORD +
+Plantagenet! I come, Plantagenet!
+And this thy son's blood cleaving to my blade
+Shall rust upon my weapon, till thy blood,
+Congeal'd with this, do make me wipe off both.
+

Exit

+
+

SCENE IV. Another part of the field.

+

+Alarum. Enter YORK +
+ +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 demean'd 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 encounter'd 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 bodged again; as I have seen a swan
+With bootless labour swim against the tide
+And spend her strength with over-matching waves.
+

A short alarum 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 number'd 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.
+
+ +NORTHUMBERLAND +
+Yield to our mercy, proud Plantagenet.
+
+ +CLIFFORD +
+Ay, to such mercy as his ruthless arm,
+With downright payment, show'd unto my father.
+Now Phaethon hath tumbled from his car,
+And made an evening at the noontide prick.
+
+ +YORK +
+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 whate'er you can afflict me with.
+Why come you not? what! multitudes, and fear?
+
+ +CLIFFORD +
+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.
+
+ +YORK +
+O Clifford, but bethink thee once again,
+And in thy thought o'er-run my former time;
+And, if though 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!
+
+ +CLIFFORD +
+I will not bandy with thee word for word,
+But buckle with thee blows, twice two for one.
+
+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+Hold, valiant Clifford! for a thousand causes
+I would prolong awhile the traitor's life.
+Wrath makes him deaf: speak thou, Northumberland.
+
+ +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

+
+ +CLIFFORD +
+Ay, ay, so strives the woodcock with the gin.
+
+ +NORTHUMBERLAND +
+So doth the cony struggle in the net.
+
+ +YORK +
+So triumph thieves upon their conquer'd booty;
+So true men yield, with robbers so o'ermatch'd.
+
+ +NORTHUMBERLAND +
+What would your grace have done unto him now?
+
+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+Brave warriors, Clifford and Northumberland,
+Come, make him stand upon this molehill here,
+That raught 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 revell'd 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-back 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, York: I stain'd 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 parch'd 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 fee'd, 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 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 temples of the diadem,
+Now in his life, against your holy oath?
+O, '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.
+
+ +CLIFFORD +
+That is my office, for my father's sake.
+
+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+Nay, stay; lets hear the orisons he makes.
+
+ +YORK +
+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 trull,
+Upon their woes whom fortune captivates!
+But that thy face is, vizard-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 Sicils 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 wonder'd 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 tiger's heart wrapt 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.
+Bids't 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,
+'Gainst thee, fell Clifford, and thee, false
+Frenchwoman.
+
+ +NORTHUMBERLAND +
+Beshrew me, but his passion moves me so
+That hardly can I cheque my eyes from tears.
+
+ +YORK +
+That face of his the hungry cannibals
+Would not have touch'd, would not have stain'd with blood:
+But you are more inhuman, more inexorable,
+O, ten times more, than tigers of Hyrcania.
+See, ruthless queen, a hapless father's tears:
+This cloth thou dip'dst 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!
+
+ +NORTHUMBERLAND +
+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.
+
+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+What, weeping-ripe, my Lord Northumberland?
+Think but upon the wrong he did us all,
+And that will quickly dry thy melting tears.
+
+ +CLIFFORD +
+Here's for my oath, here's for my father's death.
+

Stabbing him

+
+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+And here's to right our gentle-hearted king.
+

Stabbing him

+
+ +YORK +
+Open Thy gate of mercy, gracious God!
+My soul flies through these wounds to seek out Thee.
+

Dies

+
+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+Off with his head, and set it on York gates;
+So York may overlook the town of York.
+

Flourish. Exeunt

+

+

ACT II

+

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

+

+A march. Enter EDWARD, RICHARD, and their power +
+ +EDWARD +
+I wonder how our princely father 'scaped,
+Or whether he be 'scaped away or no
+From Clifford's and Northumberland's pursuit:
+Had he been ta'en, 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?
+
+ +RICHARD +
+I cannot joy, until I be resolved
+Where our right valiant father is become.
+I saw him in the battle range about;
+And watch'd him how he singled Clifford forth.
+Methought he bore him in the thickest troop
+As doth a lion in a herd of neat;
+Or as a bear, encompass'd round with dogs,
+Who having pinch'd a few and made them cry,
+The rest stand all aloof, and bark at him.
+So fared our father with his enemies;
+So fled his enemies my warlike father:
+Methinks, 'tis prize 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,
+Trimm'd like a younker prancing to his love!
+
+ +EDWARD +
+Dazzle mine eyes, or do I see three suns?
+
+ +RICHARD +
+Three glorious suns, each one a perfect sun;
+Not separated with the racking clouds,
+But sever'd in a pale clear-shining sky.
+See, see! they join, embrace, and seem to kiss,
+As if they vow'd some league inviolable:
+Now are they but one lamp, one light, one sun.
+In this the heaven figures some event.
+
+ +EDWARD +
+'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 meeds,
+Should notwithstanding join our lights together
+And over-shine the earth as this the world.
+Whate'er it bodes, henceforward will I bear
+Upon my target three fair-shining suns.
+
+ +RICHARD +
+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?
+
+ +Messenger +
+Ah, one that was a woful looker-on
+When as the noble Duke of York was slain,
+Your princely father and my loving lord!
+
+ +EDWARD +
+O, speak no more, for I have heard too much.
+
+ +RICHARD +
+Say how he died, for I will hear it all.
+
+ +Messenger +
+Environed he was with many foes,
+And stood against them, as the hope of Troy
+Against the Greeks that would have enter'd Troy.
+But Hercules himself must yield to odds;
+And many strokes, though with a little axe,
+Hew down and fell the hardest-timber'd oak.
+By many hands your father was subdued;
+But only slaughter'd by the ireful arm
+Of unrelenting Clifford and the queen,
+Who crown'd the gracious duke in high despite,
+Laugh'd 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 view'd.
+
+ +EDWARD +
+Sweet Duke of York, our prop to lean upon,
+Now thou art gone, we have no staff, no stay.
+O Clifford, boisterous Clifford! thou hast slain
+The flower of Europe for his chivalry;
+And treacherously hast thou vanquish'd him,
+For hand to hand he would have vanquish'd thee.
+Now my soul's palace is become a prison:
+Ah, 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, O never shall I see more joy!
+
+ +RICHARD +
+ 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 should 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 renowned by attempting it.
+
+ +EDWARD +
+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's bird,
+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.
+

March. Enter WARWICK, MONTAGUE, and their army

+
+ +WARWICK +
+How now, fair lords! What fare? what news abroad?
+
+ +RICHARD +
+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!
+
+ +EDWARD +
+O Warwick, Warwick! that Plantagenet,
+Which held three dearly as his soul's redemption,
+Is by the stern Lord Clifford done to death.
+
+ +WARWICK +
+Ten days ago I drown'd these news in tears;
+And now, to add more measure to your woes,
+I come to tell you things sith then befall'n.
+After the bloody fray at Wakefield fought,
+Where your brave father breathed his latest gasp,
+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,
+Muster'd my soldiers, gather'd flocks of friends,
+And very well appointed, as I thought,
+March'd toward Saint Alban's 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 Saint Alban's met
+Our battles join'd, and both sides fiercely fought:
+But whether 'twas the coldness of the king,
+Who look'd full gently on his warlike queen,
+That robb'd my soldiers of their heated spleen;
+Or whether 'twas report of her success;
+Or more than common fear of Clifford's rigour,
+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-owl's lazy flight,
+Or like an idle thresher with a flail,
+Fell gently down, as if they struck their friends.
+I cheer'd 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.
+
+ +EDWARD +
+Where is the Duke of Norfolk, gentle Warwick?
+And when came George from Burgundy to England?
+
+ +WARWICK +
+Some six miles off the duke is with the soldiers;
+And for your brother, he was lately sent
+From your kind aunt, Duchess of Burgundy,
+With aid of soldiers to this needful war.
+
+ +RICHARD +
+'Twas odds, belike, when valiant Warwick fled:
+Oft have I heard his praises in pursuit,
+But ne'er till now his scandal of retire.
+
+ +WARWICK +
+Nor now my scandal, Richard, dost thou hear;
+For thou shalt know this strong right hand of mine
+Can pluck the diadem from faint Henry's head,
+And wring the awful sceptre from his fist,
+Were he as famous and as bold in war
+As he is famed for mildness, peace, and prayer.
+
+ +RICHARD +
+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-Maries with our beads?
+Or shall we on the helmets of our foes
+Tell our devotion with revengeful arms?
+If for the last, say ay, and to it, lords.
+
+ +WARWICK +
+Why, therefore Warwick 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.
+He swore 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, Via! 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.
+
+ +RICHARD +
+Ay, now methinks I hear great Warwick speak:
+Ne'er may he live to see a sunshine day,
+That cries 'Retire,' if Warwick bid him stay.
+
+ +EDWARD +
+Lord Warwick, on thy shoulder will I lean;
+And when thou fail'st--as God forbid the hour!--
+Must Edward fall, which peril heaven forfend!
+
+ +WARWICK +
+No longer Earl of March, but Duke of York:
+The next degree is England's royal throne;
+For King of England shalt thou be proclaim'd
+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 task.
+
+ +RICHARD +
+Then, Clifford, were thy heart as hard as steel,
+As thou hast shown it flinty by thy deeds,
+I come to pierce it, or to give thee mine.
+
+ +EDWARD +
+Then strike up drums: God and Saint George for us!
+

Enter a Messenger

+
+ +WARWICK +
+How now! what news?
+
+ +Messenger +
+The Duke of Norfolk sends you word by me,
+The queen is coming with a puissant host;
+And craves your company for speedy counsel.
+
+ +WARWICK +
+Why then it sorts, brave warriors, let's away.
+

Exeunt

+
+

SCENE II. Before York.

+

+Flourish. Enter KING HENRY VI, QUEEN MARGARET, PRINCE EDWARD, CLIFFORD, and NORTHUMBERLAND, with drum and trumpets +
+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+Welcome, my lord, to this brave town of York.
+Yonder's the head of that arch-enemy
+That sought to be encompass'd with your crown:
+Doth not the object cheer your heart, my lord?
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+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.
+
+ +CLIFFORD +
+My gracious liege, this 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 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 in safeguard of their brood.
+Ambitious York doth level at thy crown,
+Thou smiling while he knit 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, blest 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 flight,
+Make war with him that climb'd 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, steel thy melting heart
+To hold thine own and leave thine own with him.
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+Full well hath Clifford play'd 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 thousand-fold 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!
+
+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+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.
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+Edward Plantagenet, arise a knight;
+And learn this lesson, draw thy sword in right.
+
+ +PRINCE +
+My gracious father, by your kingly leave,
+I'll draw it as apparent to the crown,
+And in that quarrel use it to the death.
+
+ +CLIFFORD +
+Why, that is spoken like a toward prince.
+

Enter a Messenger

+
+ +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:
+Darraign your battle, for they are at hand.
+
+ +CLIFFORD +
+I would your highness would depart the field:
+The queen hath best success when you are absent.
+
+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+Ay, good my lord, and leave us to our fortune.
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+Why, that's my fortune too; therefore I'll stay.
+
+ +NORTHUMBERLAND +
+Be it with resolution then to fight.
+
+ +PRINCE EDWARD +
+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, MONTAGUE, and Soldiers

+
+ +EDWARD +
+Now, perjured Henry! wilt thou kneel for grace,
+And set thy diadem upon my head;
+Or bide the mortal fortune of the field?
+
+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+Go, rate thy minions, proud insulting boy!
+Becomes it thee to be thus bold in terms
+Before thy sovereign and thy lawful king?
+
+ +EDWARD +
+I am his king, and he should bow his knee;
+I was adopted heir 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.
+
+ +CLIFFORD +
+And reason too:
+Who should succeed the father but the son?
+
+ +RICHARD +
+Are you there, butcher? O, I cannot speak!
+
+ +CLIFFORD +
+Ay, crook-back, here I stand to answer thee,
+Or any he the proudest of thy sort.
+
+ +RICHARD +
+'Twas you that kill'd young Rutland, was it not?
+
+ +CLIFFORD +
+Ay, and old York, and yet not satisfied.
+
+ +RICHARD +
+For God's sake, lords, give signal to the fight.
+
+ +WARWICK +
+What say'st thou, Henry, wilt thou yield the crown?
+
+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+Why, how now, long-tongued Warwick! dare you speak?
+When you and I met at Saint Alban's last,
+Your legs did better service than your hands.
+
+ +WARWICK +
+Then 'twas my turn to fly, and now 'tis thine.
+
+ +CLIFFORD +
+You said so much before, and yet you fled.
+
+ +WARWICK +
+'Twas not your valour, Clifford, drove me thence.
+
+ +NORTHUMBERLAND +
+No, nor your manhood that durst make you stay.
+
+ +RICHARD +
+Northumberland, I hold thee reverently.
+Break off the parley; for scarce I can refrain
+The execution of my big-swoln heart
+Upon that Clifford, that cruel child-killer.
+
+ +CLIFFORD +
+I slew thy father, call'st thou him a child?
+
+ +RICHARD +
+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.
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+Have done with words, my lords, and hear me speak.
+
+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+Defy them then, or else hold close thy lips.
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+I prithee, give no limits to my tongue:
+I am a king, and privileged to speak.
+
+ +CLIFFORD +
+My liege, the wound that bred this meeting here
+Cannot be cured by words; therefore be still.
+
+ +RICHARD +
+Then, executioner, unsheathe thy sword:
+By him that made us all, I am resolved
+that Clifford's manhood lies upon his tongue.
+
+ +EDWARD +
+Say, Henry, shall I have my right, or no?
+A thousand men have broke their fasts to-day,
+That ne'er shall dine unless thou yield the crown.
+
+ +WARWICK +
+If thou deny, their blood upon thy head;
+For York in justice puts his armour on.
+
+ +PRINCE EDWARD +
+If that be right which Warwick says is right,
+There is no wrong, but every thing is right.
+
+ +RICHARD +
+Whoever got thee, there thy mother stands;
+For, well I wot, thou hast thy mother's tongue.
+
+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+But thou art neither like thy sire nor dam;
+But like a foul mis-shapen stigmatic,
+Mark'd by the destinies to be avoided,
+As venom toads, or lizards' dreadful stings.
+
+ +RICHARD +
+Iron of Naples hid with English gilt,
+Whose father bears the title of a king,--
+As if a channel should be call'd the sea,--
+Shamest thou not, knowing whence thou art extraught,
+To let thy tongue detect thy base-born heart?
+
+ +EDWARD +
+A wisp of straw were worth a thousand crowns,
+To make this shameless callet know herself.
+Helen of Greece was fairer far than thou,
+Although thy husband may be Menelaus;
+And ne'er was Agamemnon's brother wrong'd
+By that false woman, as this king by thee.
+His father revell'd in the heart of France,
+And tamed the king, and made the dauphin stoop;
+And had he match'd 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 brew'd a shower for him,
+That wash'd his father's fortunes forth of France,
+And heap'd sedition on his crown at home.
+For what hath broach'd this tumult but thy pride?
+Hadst thou been meek, our title still had slept;
+And we, in pity of the gentle king,
+Had slipp'd our claim until another age.
+
+ +GEORGE +
+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.
+
+ +EDWARD +
+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 a grave.
+
+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+Stay, Edward.
+
+ +EDWARD +
+No, wrangling woman, we'll no longer stay:
+These words will cost ten thousand lives this day.
+

Exeunt

+
+

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

+
+Yorkshire.
+

Alarum. Excursions. Enter WARWICK

+
+ +WARWICK +
+Forspent with toil, as runners with a race,
+I lay me down a little while to breathe;
+For strokes received, and many blows repaid,
+Have robb'd my strong-knit sinews of their strength,
+And spite of spite needs must I rest awhile.
+

Enter EDWARD, running

+
+ +EDWARD +
+Smile, gentle heaven! or strike, ungentle death!
+For this world frowns, and Edward's sun is clouded.
+
+ +WARWICK +
+How now, my lord! what hap? what hope of good?
+

Enter GEORGE

+
+ +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?
+
+ +EDWARD +
+Bootless is flight, they follow us with wings;
+And weak we are and cannot shun pursuit.
+

Enter RICHARD

+
+ +RICHARD +
+Ah, Warwick, why hast thou withdrawn thyself?
+Thy brother's blood the thirsty earth hath drunk,
+Broach'd with the steely point of Clifford's lance;
+And in the very pangs of death he cried,
+Like to a dismal clangour heard from far,
+'Warwick, revenge! brother, revenge my death!'
+So, underneath the belly of their steeds,
+That stain'd their fetlocks in his smoking blood,
+The noble gentleman gave up the ghost.
+
+ +WARWICK +
+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, whiles the foe doth rage;
+And look upon, as if the tragedy
+Were play'd 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.
+
+ +EDWARD +
+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 they 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.
+
+ +RICHARD +
+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 spring-time so.
+
+ +WARWICK +
+Away, away! Once more, sweet lords farewell.
+
+ +GEORGE +
+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.
+Forslow no longer, make we hence amain.
+

Exeunt

+
+

SCENE IV. Another part of the field.

+

+Excursions. Enter RICHARD and CLIFFORD +
+ +RICHARD +
+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 environ'd with a brazen wall.
+
+ +CLIFFORD +
+Now, Richard, I am with thee here alone:
+This is the hand that stabb'd thy father York;
+And this 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

+
+ +RICHARD +
+Nay Warwick, single out some other chase;
+For I myself will hunt this wolf to death.
+

Exeunt

+
+

SCENE V. Another part of the field.

+

+Alarum. Enter KING HENRY VI alone +
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+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 molehill 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 ean:
+So many years ere I shall shear the fleece:
+So minutes, hours, days, months, and years,
+Pass'd 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 embroider'd canopy
+To kings that fear their subjects' treachery?
+O, yes, it doth; a thousand-fold 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.
+

Alarum. Enter a Son that has killed his father, dragging in the dead body

+
+ +Son +
+Ill blows the wind that profits nobody.
+This man, whom hand to hand I slew in 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 is my father's face,
+Whom in this conflict I unwares have kill'd.
+O heavy times, begetting such events!
+From London by the king was I press'd forth;
+My father, being the Earl of Warwick's man,
+Came on the part of York, press'd by his master;
+And I, who at his hands received my life, him
+Have 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 flow'd their fill.
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+O piteous spectacle! O bloody times!
+Whiles 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

+
+ +Father +
+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!
+Ah, 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!
+O, pity, God, this miserable age!
+What stratagems, how fell, how butcherly,
+Erroneous, mutinous and unnatural,
+This deadly quarrel daily doth beget!
+O boy, thy father gave thee life too soon,
+And hath bereft thee of thy life too late!
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+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:
+Wither one rose, and let the other flourish;
+If you contend, a thousand lives must wither.
+
+ +Son +
+How will my mother for a father's death
+Take on with me and ne'er be satisfied!
+
+ +Father +
+How will my wife for slaughter of my son
+Shed seas of tears and ne'er be satisfied!
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+How will the country for these woful chances
+Misthink the king and not be satisfied!
+
+ +Son +
+Was ever son so rued a father's death?
+
+ +Father +
+Was ever father so bemoan'd his son?
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+Was ever king so grieved for subjects' woe?
+Much is your sorrow; mine ten times so much.
+
+ +Son +
+I'll bear thee hence, where I may weep my fill.
+

Exit with the body

+
+ +Father +
+These arms of mine shall be thy winding-sheet;
+My heart, sweet boy, shall be thy sepulchre,
+For from my heart thine image ne'er shall go;
+My sighing breast shall be thy funeral bell;
+And so obsequious will thy father be,
+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

+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+Sad-hearted men, much overgone with care,
+Here sits a king more woful than you are.
+

Alarums: excursions. Enter QUEEN MARGARET, PRINCE EDWARD, and EXETER

+
+ +PRINCE EDWARD +
+Fly, father, fly! for all your friends are fled,
+And Warwick rages like a chafed bull:
+Away! for death doth hold us in pursuit.
+
+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+Mount you, my lord; towards Berwick post amain:
+Edward and Richard, like a brace of greyhounds
+Having the fearful flying hare 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.
+
+ +EXETER +
+Away! for vengeance comes along with them:
+Nay, stay not to expostulate, make speed;
+Or else come after: I'll away before.
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+Nay, take me with thee, good sweet Exeter:
+Not that I fear to stay, but love to go
+Whither the queen intends. Forward; away!
+

Exeunt

+
+

SCENE VI. Another part of the field.

+

+A loud alarum. Enter CLIFFORD, wounded +
+ +CLIFFORD +
+Here burns my candle out; ay, here it dies,
+Which, whiles 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 whither 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 cheque thy fiery steeds,
+Thy burning car never had scorch'd the earth!
+And, Henry, hadst thou sway'd 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 and ten thousand in this luckless 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 effuse of blood doth make me faint.
+Come, York and Richard, Warwick and the rest;
+I stabb'd your fathers' bosoms, split my breast.
+

He faints

+

Alarum and retreat. Enter EDWARD, GEORGE, RICHARD, MONTAGUE, WARWICK, and Soldiers

+
+ +EDWARD +
+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, fill'd with a fretting gust,
+Command an argosy to stem the waves.
+But think you, lords, that Clifford fled with them?
+
+ +WARWICK +
+No, 'tis impossible he should escape,
+For, though before his face I speak the words
+Your brother Richard mark'd him for the grave:
+And wheresoe'er he is, he's surely dead.
+

CLIFFORD groans, and dies

+
+ +EDWARD +
+Whose soul is that which takes her heavy leave?
+
+ +RICHARD +
+A deadly groan, like life and death's departing.
+
+ +EDWARD +
+See who it is: and, now the battle's ended,
+If friend or foe, let him be gently used.
+
+ +RICHARD +
+Revoke that doom of mercy, for 'tis Clifford;
+Who not contented that he lopp'd the branch
+In hewing 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.
+
+ +WARWICK +
+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.
+
+ +EDWARD +
+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.
+
+ +WARWICK +
+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.
+
+ +RICHARD +
+O, 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.
+
+ +GEORGE +
+If so thou think'st, vex him with eager words.
+
+ +RICHARD +
+Clifford, ask mercy and obtain no grace.
+
+ +EDWARD +
+Clifford, repent in bootless penitence.
+
+ +WARWICK +
+Clifford, devise excuses for thy faults.
+
+ +GEORGE +
+While we devise fell tortures for thy faults.
+
+ +RICHARD +
+Thou didst love York, and I am son to York.
+
+ +EDWARD +
+Thou pitied'st Rutland; I will pity thee.
+
+ +GEORGE +
+Where's Captain Margaret, to fence you now?
+
+ +WARWICK +
+They mock thee, Clifford: swear as thou wast wont.
+
+ +RICHARD +
+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 hour's 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.
+
+ +WARWICK +
+Ay, 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 scatter'd 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 I'll cross the sea,
+To effect this marriage, so it please my lord.
+
+ +EDWARD +
+Even as thou wilt, sweet Warwick, let it be;
+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.
+
+ +RICHARD +
+Let me be Duke of Clarence, George of Gloucester;
+For Gloucester's dukedom is too ominous.
+
+ +WARWICK +
+Tut, that's a foolish observation:
+Richard, be Duke of Gloucester. Now to London,
+To see these honours in possession.
+

Exeunt

+

+

ACT III

+

SCENE I. A forest in the north of England.

+

+Enter two Keepers, with cross-bows in their hands +
+ +First Keeper +
+Under this thick-grown brake we'll shroud ourselves;
+For through this laund anon the deer will come;
+And in this covert will we make our stand,
+Culling the principal of all the deer.
+
+ +Second Keeper +
+I'll stay above the hill, so both may shoot.
+
+ +First Keeper +
+That cannot be; the noise of thy cross-bow
+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.
+
+ +Second Keeper +
+Here comes a man; let's stay till he be past.
+

Enter KING HENRY VI, disguised, with a prayerbook

+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+From Scotland am I stol'n, even of pure love,
+To greet mine own land with my wishful sight.
+No, Harry, Harry, 'tis no land of thine;
+Thy place is fill'd, thy sceptre wrung from thee,
+Thy balm wash'd 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?
+
+ +First Keeper +
+Ay, here's a deer whose skin's a keeper's fee:
+This is the quondam king; let's seize upon him.
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+Let me embrace thee, sour adversity,
+For wise men say it is the wisest course.
+
+ +Second Keeper +
+Why linger we? let us lay hands upon him.
+
+ +First Keeper +
+Forbear awhile; we'll hear a little more.
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+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 whiles 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 install'd;
+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!
+
+ +Second Keeper +
+Say, what art thou that talk'st of kings and queens?
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+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?
+
+ +Second Keeper +
+Ay, but thou talk'st as if thou wert a king.
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+Why, so I am, in mind; and that's enough.
+
+ +Second Keeper +
+But, if thou be a king, where is thy crown?
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+My crown is in my heart, not on my head;
+Not decked with diamonds and Indian stones,
+Nor to be seen: my crown is called content:
+A crown it is that seldom kings enjoy.
+
+ +Second Keeper +
+Well, if you be a king crown'd with content,
+Your 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.
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+But did you never swear, and break an oath?
+
+ +Second Keeper +
+No, never such an oath; nor will not now.
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+Where did you dwell when I was King of England?
+
+ +Second Keeper +
+Here in this country, where we now remain.
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+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?
+
+ +First Keeper +
+No;
+For we were subjects but while you were king.
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+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 lightness 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.
+
+ +First Keeper +
+We are true subjects to the king, King Edward.
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+So would you be again to Henry,
+If he were seated as King Edward is.
+
+ +First Keeper +
+We charge you, in God's name, and the king's,
+To go with us unto the officers.
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+In God's name, lead; your king's name be obey'd:
+And what God will, that let your king perform;
+And what he will, I humbly yield unto.
+

Exeunt

+
+

SCENE II. London. The palace.

+

+Enter KING EDWARD IV, GLOUCESTER, CLARENCE, and LADY GREY +
+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+Brother of Gloucester, at Saint Alban's 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.
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+Your highness shall do well to grant her suit;
+It were dishonour to deny it her.
+
+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+It were no less; but yet I'll make a pause.
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+[Aside to CLARENCE] Yea, is it so?
+I see the lady hath a thing to grant,
+Before the king will grant her humble suit.
+
+ +CLARENCE +
+[Aside to GLOUCESTER] He knows the game: how true
+he keeps the wind!
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+[Aside to CLARENCE] Silence!
+
+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+Widow, we will consider of your suit;
+And come some other time to know our mind.
+
+ +LADY GREY +
+Right gracious lord, I cannot brook delay:
+May it please your highness to resolve me now;
+And what your pleasure is, shall satisfy me.
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+[Aside to CLARENCE] Ay, widow? then I'll warrant
+you all your lands,
+An if what pleases him shall pleasure you.
+Fight closer, or, good faith, you'll catch a blow.
+
+ +CLARENCE +
+[Aside to GLOUCESTER] I fear her not, unless she
+chance to fall.
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+[Aside to CLARENCE] God forbid that! for he'll
+take vantages.
+
+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+How many children hast thou, widow? tell me.
+
+ +CLARENCE +
+[Aside to GLOUCESTER] I think he means to beg a
+child of her.
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+[Aside to CLARENCE] Nay, whip me then: he'll rather
+give her two.
+
+ +LADY GREY +
+Three, my most gracious lord.
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+[Aside to CLARENCE] You shall have four, if you'll
+be ruled by him.
+
+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+'Twere pity they should lose their father's lands.
+
+ +LADY GREY +
+Be pitiful, dread lord, and grant it then.
+
+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+Lords, give us leave: I'll try this widow's wit.
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+[Aside to CLARENCE] Ay, good leave have you; for
+you will have leave,
+Till youth take leave and leave you to the crutch.
+

GLOUCESTER and CLARENCE retire

+
+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+Now tell me, madam, do you love your children?
+
+ +LADY GREY +
+Ay, full as dearly as I love myself.
+
+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+And would you not do much to do them good?
+
+ +LADY GREY +
+To do them good, I would sustain some harm.
+
+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+Then get your husband's lands, to do them good.
+
+ +LADY GREY +
+Therefore I came unto your majesty.
+
+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+I'll tell you how these lands are to be got.
+
+ +LADY GREY +
+So shall you bind me to your highness' service.
+
+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+What service wilt thou do me, if I give them?
+
+ +LADY GREY +
+What you command, that rests in me to do.
+
+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+But you will take exceptions to my boon.
+
+ +LADY GREY +
+No, gracious lord, except I cannot do it.
+
+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+Ay, but thou canst do what I mean to ask.
+
+ +LADY GREY +
+Why, then I will do what your grace commands.
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+[Aside to CLARENCE] He plies her hard; and much rain
+wears the marble.
+
+ +CLARENCE +
+[Aside to GLOUCESTER] As red as fire! nay, then
+her wax must melt.
+
+ +LADY GREY +
+Why stops my lord, shall I not hear my task?
+
+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+An easy task; 'tis but to love a king.
+
+ +LADY GREY +
+That's soon perform'd, because I am a subject.
+
+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+Why, then, thy husband's lands I freely give thee.
+
+ +LADY GREY +
+I take my leave with many thousand thanks.
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+[Aside to CLARENCE] The match is made; she seals it
+with a curtsy.
+
+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+But stay thee, 'tis the fruits of love I mean.
+
+ +LADY GREY +
+The fruits of love I mean, my loving liege.
+
+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+Ay, but, I fear me, in another sense.
+What love, think'st thou, I sue so much to get?
+
+ +LADY GREY +
+My love till death, my humble thanks, my prayers;
+That love which virtue begs and virtue grants.
+
+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+No, by my troth, I did not mean such love.
+
+ +LADY GREY +
+Why, then you mean not as I thought you did.
+
+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+But now you partly may perceive my mind.
+
+ +LADY GREY +
+My mind will never grant what I perceive
+Your highness aims at, if I aim aright.
+
+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+To tell thee plain, I aim to lie with thee.
+
+ +LADY GREY +
+To tell you plain, I had rather lie in prison.
+
+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+Why, then thou shalt not have thy husband's lands.
+
+ +LADY GREY +
+Why, then mine honesty shall be my dower;
+For by that loss I will not purchase them.
+
+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+Therein thou wrong'st thy children mightily.
+
+ +LADY GREY +
+Herein your highness wrongs both them and me.
+But, mighty lord, this merry inclination
+Accords not with the sadness of my suit:
+Please you dismiss me either with 'ay' or 'no.'
+
+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+Ay, if thou wilt say 'ay' to my request;
+No if thou dost say 'no' to my demand.
+
+ +LADY GREY +
+Then, no, my lord. My suit is at an end.
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+[Aside to CLARENCE] The widow likes him not, she
+knits her brows.
+
+ +CLARENCE +
+[Aside to GLOUCESTER] He is the bluntest wooer in
+Christendom.
+
+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+[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?
+
+ +LADY GREY +
+'Tis better said than done, my gracious lord:
+I am a subject fit to jest withal,
+But far unfit to be a sovereign.
+
+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+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.
+
+ +LADY GREY +
+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.
+
+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+You cavil, widow: I did mean, my queen.
+
+ +LADY GREY +
+'Twill grieve your grace my sons should call you father.
+
+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+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.
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+[Aside to CLARENCE] The ghostly father now hath done
+his shrift.
+
+ +CLARENCE +
+[Aside to GLOUCESTER] When he was made a shriver,
+'twas for shift.
+
+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+Brothers, you muse what chat we two have had.
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+The widow likes it not, for she looks very sad.
+
+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+You'll think it strange if I should marry her.
+
+ +CLARENCE +
+To whom, my lord?
+
+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+ Why, Clarence, to myself.
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+That would be ten days' wonder at the least.
+
+ +CLARENCE +
+That's a day longer than a wonder lasts.
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+By so much is the wonder in extremes.
+
+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+Well, jest on, brothers: I can tell you both
+Her suit is granted for her husband's lands.
+

Enter a Nobleman

+
+ +Nobleman +
+My gracious lord, Henry your foe is taken,
+And brought your prisoner to your palace gate.
+
+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+See that he be convey'd unto the Tower:
+And go we, brothers, to the man that took him,
+To question of his apprehension.
+Widow, go you along. Lords, use her honourably.
+

Exeunt all but GLOUCESTER

+
+ +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 unlook'd 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 a far-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'll lade 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 eye's too quick, my heart o'erweens 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 witch 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 shrink mine arm up like a wither'd 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 unlick'd 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 cheque, to o'erbear 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 mis-shaped 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 rends the thorns and is rent with the thorns,
+Seeking a way 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 whiles 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 slily than Ulysses could,
+And, like a Sinon, take another Troy.
+I can add colours to the chameleon,
+Change shapes with Proteus for advantages,
+And set the murderous Machiavel to school.
+Can I do this, and cannot get a crown?
+Tut, were it farther off, I'll pluck it down.
+

Exit

+
+

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

+

+Flourish. Enter KING LEWIS XI, his sister BONA, his Admiral, called BOURBON, PRINCE EDWARD, QUEEN MARGARET, and OXFORD. KING LEWIS XI sits, and riseth up again +
+ +KING LEWIS XI +
+Fair Queen of England, worthy Margaret,
+Sit down with us: it ill befits thy state
+And birth, that thou shouldst stand while Lewis doth sit.
+
+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+No, mighty King of France: now Margaret
+Must strike her sail and learn awhile 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.
+
+ +KING LEWIS XI +
+Why, say, fair queen, whence springs this deep despair?
+
+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+From such a cause as fills mine eyes with tears
+And stops my tongue, while heart is drown'd in cares.
+
+ +KING LEWIS XI +
+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.
+
+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+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 banish'd 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.
+
+ +KING LEWIS XI +
+Renowned queen, with patience calm the storm,
+While we bethink a means to break it off.
+
+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+The more we stay, the stronger grows our foe.
+
+ +KING LEWIS XI +
+The more I stay, the more I'll succor thee.
+
+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+O, but impatience waiteth on true sorrow.
+And see where comes the breeder of my sorrow!
+

Enter WARWICK

+
+ +KING LEWIS XI +
+What's he approacheth boldly to our presence?
+
+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+Our Earl of Warwick, Edward's greatest friend.
+
+ +KING LEWIS XI +
+Welcome, brave Warwick! What brings thee to France?
+

He descends. She ariseth

+
+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+Ay, now begins a second storm to rise;
+For this is he that moves both wind and tide.
+
+ +WARWICK +
+From worthy Edward, King of Albion,
+My lord and sovereign, and thy 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 lawful marriage.
+
+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+[Aside] If that go forward, Henry's hope is done.
+
+ +WARWICK +
+[To BONA] 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 virtue.
+
+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+King Lewis 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 awhile,
+Yet heavens are just, and time suppresseth wrongs.
+
+ +WARWICK +
+Injurious Margaret!
+
+ +PRINCE EDWARD +
+And why not queen?
+
+ +WARWICK +
+Because thy father Henry did usurp;
+And thou no more are prince than she is queen.
+
+ +OXFORD +
+Then Warwick disannuls 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 the Fifth,
+Who by his prowess conquered all France:
+From these our Henry lineally descends.
+
+ +WARWICK +
+Oxford, how haps it, in this smooth discourse,
+You told not how Henry the Sixth hath lost
+All that which Henry Fifth 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.
+
+ +OXFORD +
+Why, Warwick, canst thou speak against thy liege,
+Whom thou obeyed'st thirty and six years,
+And not bewray thy treason with a blush?
+
+ +WARWICK +
+Can Oxford, that did ever fence the right,
+Now buckler falsehood with a pedigree?
+For shame! leave Henry, and call Edward king.
+
+ +OXFORD +
+Call him my king by whose injurious doom
+My elder brother, the Lord Aubrey Vere,
+Was done to death? and more than so, my father,
+Even in the downfall of his mellow'd years,
+When nature brought him to the door of death?
+No, Warwick, no; while life upholds this arm,
+This arm upholds the house of Lancaster.
+
+ +WARWICK +
+And I the house of York.
+
+ +KING LEWIS XI +
+Queen Margaret, Prince Edward, and Oxford,
+Vouchsafe, at our request, to stand aside,
+While I use further conference with Warwick.
+

They stand aloof

+
+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+Heavens grant that Warwick's words bewitch him not!
+
+ +KING LEWIS XI +
+Now Warwick, tell me, even upon thy conscience,
+Is Edward your true king? for I were loath
+To link with him that were not lawful chosen.
+
+ +WARWICK +
+Thereon I pawn my credit and mine honour.
+
+ +KING LEWIS XI +
+But is he gracious in the people's eye?
+
+ +WARWICK +
+The more that Henry was unfortunate.
+
+ +KING LEWIS XI +
+Then further, all dissembling set aside,
+Tell me for truth the measure of his love
+Unto our sister Bona.
+
+ +WARWICK +
+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 fix'd in virtue's ground,
+The leaves and fruit maintain'd with beauty's sun,
+Exempt from envy, but not from disdain,
+Unless the Lady Bona quit his pain.
+
+ +KING LEWIS XI +
+Now, sister, let us hear your firm resolve.
+
+ +BONA +
+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.
+
+ +KING LEWIS XI +
+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.
+
+ +PRINCE EDWARD +
+To Edward, but not to the English king.
+
+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+Deceitful Warwick! it was thy device
+By this alliance to make void my suit:
+Before thy coming Lewis was Henry's friend.
+
+ +KING LEWIS XI +
+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.
+
+ +WARWICK +
+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.
+
+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+Peace, impudent and shameless Warwick, peace,
+Proud setter up and puller down of kings!
+I will not hence, till, with my talk and tears,
+Both full of truth, I make King Lewis behold
+Thy sly conveyance and thy lord's false love;
+For both of you are birds of selfsame feather.
+

Post blows a horn within

+
+ +KING LEWIS XI +
+Warwick, this is some post to us or thee.
+

Enter a Post

+
+ +Post +
+[To WARWICK] My lord ambassador, these letters are for you,
+Sent from your brother, Marquess Montague:
+

To KING LEWIS XI

+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

+
+ +OXFORD +
+I like it well that our fair queen and mistress
+Smiles at her news, while Warwick frowns at his.
+
+ +PRINCE EDWARD +
+Nay, mark how Lewis stamps, as he were nettled:
+I hope all's for the best.
+
+ +KING LEWIS XI +
+Warwick, what are thy news? and yours, fair queen?
+
+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+Mine, such as fill my heart with unhoped joys.
+
+ +WARWICK +
+Mine, full of sorrow and heart's discontent.
+
+ +KING LEWIS XI +
+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?
+
+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+I told your majesty as much before:
+This proveth Edward's love and Warwick's honesty.
+
+ +WARWICK +
+King Lewis, I here protest, in sight 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 guerdon'd 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.
+
+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+Warwick, these words have turn'd my hate to love;
+And I forgive and quite forget old faults,
+And joy that thou becomest King Henry's friend.
+
+ +WARWICK +
+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 succor him:
+And as for Clarence, as my letters tell me,
+He's very likely now to fall from him,
+For matching more for wanton lust than honour,
+Or than for strength and safety of our country.
+
+ +BONA +
+Dear brother, how shall Bona be revenged
+But by thy help to this distressed queen?
+
+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+Renowned prince, how shall poor Henry live,
+Unless thou rescue him from foul despair?
+
+ +BONA +
+My quarrel and this English queen's are one.
+
+ +WARWICK +
+And mine, fair lady Bona, joins with yours.
+
+ +KING LEWIS XI +
+And mine with hers, and thine, and Margaret's.
+Therefore at last I firmly am resolved
+You shall have aid.
+
+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+Let me give humble thanks for all at once.
+
+ +KING LEWIS XI +
+Then, England's messenger, return in post,
+And tell false Edward, thy supposed king,
+That Lewis of France is sending over masquers
+To revel it with him and his new bride:
+Thou seest what's past, go fear thy king withal.
+
+ +BONA +
+Tell him, in hope he'll prove a widower shortly,
+I'll wear the willow garland for his sake.
+
+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+Tell him, my mourning weeds are laid aside,
+And I am ready to put armour on.
+
+ +WARWICK +
+Tell him from me that he hath done me wrong,
+And therefore I'll uncrown him ere't be long.
+There's thy reward: be gone.
+

Exit Post

+
+ +KING LEWIS XI +
+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?
+
+ +WARWICK +
+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 bands.
+
+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+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.
+
+ +PRINCE EDWARD +
+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

+
+ +KING LEWIS XI +
+Why stay we now? These soldiers shall be levied,
+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 a dame of France.
+

Exeunt all but WARWICK

+
+ +WARWICK +
+I came from Edward 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.
+Had he 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

+

+

ACT IV

+

SCENE I. London. The palace.

+

+Enter GLOUCESTER, CLARENCE, SOMERSET, and MONTAGUE +
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+Now tell me, brother Clarence, what think you
+Of this new marriage with the Lady Grey?
+Hath not our brother made a worthy choice?
+
+ +CLARENCE +
+Alas, you know, 'tis far from hence to France;
+How could he stay till Warwick made return?
+
+ +SOMERSET +
+My lords, forbear this talk; here comes the king.
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+And his well-chosen bride.
+
+ +CLARENCE +
+I mind to tell him plainly what I think.
+

Flourish. Enter KING EDWARD IV, attended; QUEEN ELIZABETH, PEMBROKE, STAFFORD, HASTINGS, and others

+
+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+Now, brother of Clarence, how like you our choice,
+That you stand pensive, as half malcontent?
+
+ +CLARENCE +
+As well as Lewis 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.
+
+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+Suppose they take offence without a cause,
+They are but Lewis and Warwick: I am Edward,
+Your king and Warwick's, and must have my will.
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+And shall have your will, because our king:
+Yet hasty marriage seldom proveth well.
+
+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+Yea, brother Richard, are you offended too?
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+Not I:
+No, God forbid that I should wish them sever'd
+Whom God hath join'd together; ay, and 'twere pity
+To sunder them that yoke so well together.
+
+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+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.
+
+ +CLARENCE +
+Then this is mine opinion: that King Lewis
+Becomes your enemy, for mocking him
+About the marriage of the Lady Bona.
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+And Warwick, doing what you gave in charge,
+Is now dishonoured by this new marriage.
+
+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+What if both Lewis and Warwick be appeased
+By such invention as I can devise?
+
+ +MONTAGUE +
+Yet, to have join'd with France in such alliance
+Would more have strengthen'd this our commonwealth
+'Gainst foreign storms than any home-bred marriage.
+
+ +HASTINGS +
+Why, knows not Montague that of itself
+England is safe, if true within itself?
+
+ +MONTAGUE +
+But the safer when 'tis back'd with France.
+
+ +HASTINGS +
+'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.
+
+ +CLARENCE +
+For this one speech Lord Hastings well deserves
+To have the heir of the Lord Hungerford.
+
+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+Ay, what of that? it was my will and grant;
+And for this once my will shall stand for law.
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+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.
+
+ +CLARENCE +
+Or else you would not have bestow'd the heir
+Of the Lord Bonville on your new wife's son,
+And leave your brothers to go speed elsewhere.
+
+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+Alas, poor Clarence! is it for a wife
+That thou art malcontent? I will provide thee.
+
+ +CLARENCE +
+In choosing for yourself, you show'd 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.
+
+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+Leave me, or tarry, Edward will be king,
+And not be tied unto his brother's will.
+
+ +QUEEN ELIZABETH +
+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 and mine,
+So your dislike, to whom I would be pleasing,
+Doth cloud my joys with danger and with sorrow.
+
+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+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.
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+[Aside] I hear, yet say not much, but think the more.
+

Enter a Post

+
+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+Now, messenger, what letters or what news
+From France?
+
+ +Post +
+My sovereign liege, no letters; and few words,
+But such as I, without your special pardon,
+Dare not relate.
+
+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+Go to, we pardon thee: therefore, in brief,
+Tell me their words as near as thou canst guess them.
+What answer makes King Lewis unto our letters?
+
+ +Post +
+At my depart, these were his very words:
+'Go tell false Edward, thy supposed king,
+That Lewis of France is sending over masquers
+To revel it with him and his new bride.'
+
+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+Is Lewis so brave? belike he thinks me Henry.
+But what said Lady Bona to my marriage?
+
+ +Post +
+These were her words, utter'd with mad disdain:
+'Tell him, in hope he'll prove a widower shortly,
+I'll wear the willow garland for his sake.'
+
+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+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.
+
+ +Post +
+'Tell him,' quoth she, 'my mourning weeds are done,
+And I am ready to put armour on.'
+
+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+Belike she minds to play the Amazon.
+But what said Warwick to these injuries?
+
+ +Post +
+He, more incensed against your majesty
+Than all the rest, discharged me with these words:
+'Tell him from me that he hath done me wrong,
+And therefore I'll uncrown him ere't be long.'
+
+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+Ha! durst the traitor breathe out so proud words?
+Well I will arm me, being thus forewarn'd:
+They shall have wars and pay for their presumption.
+But say, is Warwick friends with Margaret?
+
+ +Post +
+Ay, gracious sovereign; they are so link'd in
+friendship
+That young Prince Edward marries Warwick's daughter.
+
+ +CLARENCE +
+Belike 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

+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+[Aside] Not I:
+My thoughts aim at a further matter; I
+Stay not for the love of Edward, but the crown.
+
+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+Clarence and Somerset both gone to Warwick!
+Yet am I arm'd 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 already, or quickly will be landed:
+Myself in person will straight follow you.
+

Exeunt PEMBROKE and STAFFORD

+But, ere I go, Hastings and Montague,
+Resolve my doubt. You twain, of all the rest,
+Are near to Warwick by blood and by alliance:
+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.
+
+ +MONTAGUE +
+So God help Montague as he proves true!
+
+ +HASTINGS +
+And Hastings as he favours Edward's cause!
+
+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+Now, brother Richard, will you stand by us?
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+Ay, in despite of all that shall withstand you.
+
+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+Why, so! then am I sure of victory.
+Now therefore let us hence; and lose no hour,
+Till we meet Warwick with his foreign power.
+

Exeunt

+
+

SCENE II. A plain in Warwickshire.

+

+Enter WARWICK and OXFORD, with French soldiers +
+ +WARWICK +
+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?
+
+ +CLARENCE +
+Fear not that, my lord.
+
+ +WARWICK +
+Then, gentle Clarence, welcome unto Warwick;
+And welcome, Somerset: I hold it cowardice
+To rest mistrustful where a noble heart
+Hath pawn'd 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 night's coverture,
+Thy brother being carelessly encamp'd,
+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 sleight and manhood stole to Rhesus' tents,
+And brought from thence the Thracian fatal steeds,
+So we, well cover'd 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 will follow me to 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 Warwick and his friends, God and Saint George!
+

Exeunt

+
+

SCENE III. Edward's camp, near Warwick.

+

+Enter three Watchmen, to guard KING EDWARD IV's tent +
+ +First Watchman +
+Come on, my masters, each man take his stand:
+The king by this is set him down to sleep.
+
+ +Second Watchman +
+What, will he not to bed?
+
+ +First Watchman +
+Why, no; for he hath made a solemn vow
+Never to lie and take his natural rest
+Till Warwick or himself be quite suppress'd.
+
+ +Second Watchman +
+To-morrow then belike shall be the day,
+If Warwick be so near as men report.
+
+ +Third Watchman +
+But say, I pray, what nobleman is that
+That with the king here resteth in his tent?
+
+ +First Watchman +
+'Tis the Lord Hastings, the king's chiefest friend.
+
+ +Third Watchman +
+O, 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?
+
+ +Second Watchman +
+'Tis the more honour, because more dangerous.
+
+ +Third Watchman +
+Ay, 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.
+
+ +First Watchman +
+Unless our halberds did shut up his passage.
+
+ +Second Watchman +
+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

+
+ +WARWICK +
+This is his tent; and see where stand his guard.
+Courage, my masters! honour now or never!
+But follow me, and Edward shall be ours.
+
+ +First Watchman +
+Who goes there?
+
+ +Second Watchman +
+Stay, or thou diest!
+

WARWICK and the rest cry all, 'Warwick! Warwick!' and set upon the Guard, who fly, crying, 'Arm! arm!' WARWICK and the rest following them

+

The drum playing and trumpet sounding, reenter WARWICK, SOMERSET, and the rest, bringing KING EDWARD IV out in his gown, sitting in a chair. RICHARD and HASTINGS fly over the stage

+
+ +SOMERSET +
+What are they that fly there?
+
+ +WARWICK +
+Richard and Hastings: let them go; here is The duke.
+
+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+ The duke! Why, Warwick, when we parted,
+Thou call'dst me king.
+
+ +WARWICK +
+Ay, but the case is alter'd:
+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?
+
+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+Yea, brother of Clarence, are thou here too?
+Nay, then I see that Edward 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 fortune's malice overthrow my state,
+My mind exceeds the compass of her wheel.
+
+ +WARWICK +
+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 convey'd
+Unto my brother, Archbishop of York.
+When I have fought with Pembroke and his fellows,
+I'll follow you, and tell what answer
+Lewis and the Lady Bona send to him.
+Now, for a while farewell, good Duke of York.
+

They lead him out forcibly

+
+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+What fates impose, that men must needs abide;
+It boots not to resist both wind and tide.
+

Exit, guarded

+
+ +OXFORD +
+What now remains, my lords, for us to do
+But march to London with our soldiers?
+
+ +WARWICK +
+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.
+

Exeunt

+
+

SCENE IV. London. The palace.

+

+Enter QUEEN ELIZABETH and RIVERS +
+ +RIVERS +
+Madam, what makes you in this sudden change?
+
+ +QUEEN ELIZABETH +
+Why brother Rivers, are you yet to learn
+What late misfortune is befall'n King Edward?
+
+ +RIVERS +
+What! loss of some pitch'd battle against Warwick?
+
+ +QUEEN ELIZABETH +
+No, but the loss of his own royal person.
+
+ +RIVERS +
+Then is my sovereign slain?
+
+ +QUEEN ELIZABETH +
+Ay, almost slain, for he is taken prisoner,
+Either betray'd 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.
+
+ +RIVERS +
+These news I must confess are full of grief;
+Yet, gracious madam, bear it as you may:
+Warwick may lose, that now hath won the day.
+
+ +QUEEN ELIZABETH +
+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.
+
+ +RIVERS +
+But, madam, where is Warwick then become?
+
+ +QUEEN ELIZABETH +
+I am inform'd that he comes towards London,
+To set the crown once more on Henry's head:
+Guess 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 Warwick take us we are sure to die.
+

Exeunt

+
+

SCENE V. A park near Middleham Castle In Yorkshire.

+

+Enter GLOUCESTER, HASTINGS, and STANLEY +
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+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 make 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 IV and a Huntsman with him

+
+ +Huntsman +
+This way, my lord; for this way lies the game.
+
+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+Nay, this way, man: see where the huntsmen stand.
+Now, brother of Gloucester, Lord Hastings, and the rest,
+Stand you thus close, to steal the bishop's deer?
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+Brother, the time and case requireth haste:
+Your horse stands ready at the park-corner.
+
+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+But whither shall we then?
+
+ +HASTINGS +
+To Lynn, my lord,
+And ship from thence to Flanders.
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+Well guess'd, believe me; for that was my meaning.
+
+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+Stanley, I will requite thy forwardness.
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+But wherefore stay we? 'tis no time to talk.
+
+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+Huntsman, what say'st thou? wilt thou go along?
+
+ +Huntsman +
+Better do so than tarry and be hang'd.
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+Come then, away; let's ha' no more ado.
+
+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+Bishop, farewell: shield thee from Warwick's frown;
+And pray that I may repossess the crown.
+

Exeunt

+
+

SCENE VI. London. The Tower.

+

+Flourish. Enter KING HENRY VI, CLARENCE, WARWICK, SOMERSET, HENRY OF RICHMOND, OXFORD, MONTAGUE, and Lieutenant of the Tower +
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+Master lieutenant, now that God and friends
+Have shaken Edward from the regal seat,
+And turn'd my captive state to liberty,
+My fear to hope, my sorrows unto joys,
+At our enlargement what are thy due fees?
+
+ +Lieutenant +
+Subjects may challenge nothing of their sovereigns;
+But if an humble prayer may prevail,
+I then crave pardon of your majesty.
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+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'st 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 punish'd 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.
+
+ +WARWICK +
+Your grace hath still been famed for 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.
+
+ +CLARENCE +
+No, Warwick, thou art worthy of the sway,
+To whom the heavens in thy nativity
+Adjudged an olive branch and laurel crown,
+As likely to be blest in peace and war;
+And therefore I yield thee my free consent.
+
+ +WARWICK +
+And I choose Clarence only for protector.
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+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.
+
+ +WARWICK +
+What answers Clarence to his sovereign's will?
+
+ +CLARENCE +
+That he consents, if Warwick yield consent;
+For on thy fortune I repose myself.
+
+ +WARWICK +
+Why, then, though loath, 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.
+
+ +CLARENCE +
+What else? and that succession be determined.
+
+ +WARWICK +
+Ay, therein Clarence shall not want his part.
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+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.
+
+ +CLARENCE +
+It shall be done, my sovereign, with all speed.
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+My Lord of Somerset, what youth is that,
+Of whom you seem to have so tender care?
+
+ +SOMERSET +
+My liege, it is young Henry, earl of Richmond.
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+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.
+His looks are full of peaceful majesty,
+His head by nature framed to wear a crown,
+His hand to wield a sceptre, and himself
+Likely in time to bless a regal throne.
+Make much of him, my lords, for this is he
+Must help you more than you are hurt by me.
+

Enter a Post

+
+ +WARWICK +
+What news, my friend?
+
+ +Post +
+That Edward is escaped from your brother,
+And fled, as he hears since, to Burgundy.
+
+ +WARWICK +
+Unsavoury news! but how made he escape?
+
+ +Post +
+He was convey'd by Richard Duke of Gloucester
+And the Lord Hastings, who attended him
+In secret ambush on the forest side
+And from the bishop's huntsmen rescued him;
+For hunting was his daily exercise.
+
+ +WARWICK +
+My brother was too careless of his charge.
+But let us hence, my sovereign, to provide
+A salve for any sore that may betide.
+

Exeunt all but SOMERSET, HENRY OF RICHMOND, and OXFORD

+
+ +SOMERSET +
+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 't 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 we'll send him hence to Brittany,
+Till storms be past of civil enmity.
+
+ +OXFORD +
+Ay, for if Edward repossess the crown,
+'Tis like that Richmond with the rest shall down.
+
+ +SOMERSET +
+It shall be so; he shall to Brittany.
+Come, therefore, let's about it speedily.
+

Exeunt

+
+

SCENE VII. Before York.

+

+Flourish. Enter KING EDWARD IV, GLOUCESTER, HASTINGS, and Soldiers +
+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+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 pass'd and now repass'd the seas
+And brought desired help from Burgundy:
+What then remains, we being thus arrived
+From Ravenspurgh haven before the gates of York,
+But that we enter, as into our dukedom?
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+The gates made fast! Brother, I like not this;
+For many men that stumble at the threshold
+Are well foretold that danger lurks within.
+
+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+Tush, man, abodements must not now affright us:
+By fair or foul means we must enter in,
+For hither will our friends repair to us.
+
+ +HASTINGS +
+My liege, I'll knock once more to summon them.
+

Enter, on the walls, the Mayor of York, and his Brethren

+
+ +Mayor +
+My lords, we were forewarned of your coming,
+And shut the gates for safety of ourselves;
+For now we owe allegiance unto Henry.
+
+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+But, master mayor, if Henry be your king,
+Yet Edward at the least is Duke of York.
+
+ +Mayor +
+True, my good lord; I know you for no less.
+
+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+Why, and I challenge nothing but my dukedom,
+As being well content with that alone.
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+[Aside] But when the fox hath once got in his nose,
+He'll soon find means to make the body follow.
+
+ +HASTINGS +
+Why, master mayor, why stand you in a doubt?
+Open the gates; we are King Henry's friends.
+
+ +Mayor +
+Ay, say you so? the gates shall then be open'd.
+

They descend

+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+A wise stout captain, and soon persuaded!
+
+ +HASTINGS +
+The good old man would fain that all were well,
+So 'twere not 'long of him; but being enter'd,
+I doubt not, I, but we shall soon persuade
+Both him and all his brothers unto reason.
+

Enter the Mayor and two Aldermen, below

+
+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+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

+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+Brother, this is Sir John Montgomery,
+Our trusty friend, unless I be deceived.
+
+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+Welcome, Sir John! But why come you in arms?
+
+ +MONTAGUE +
+To help King Edward in his time of storm,
+As every loyal subject ought to do.
+
+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+Thanks, good Montgomery; but we now forget
+Our title to the crown and only claim
+Our dukedom till God please to send the rest.
+
+ +MONTAGUE +
+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

+
+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+Nay, stay, Sir John, awhi le, and we'll debate
+By what safe means the crown may be recover'd.
+
+ +MONTAGUE +
+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 be gone
+To keep them back that come to succor you:
+Why shall we fight, if you pretend no title?
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+Why, brother, wherefore stand you on nice points?
+
+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+When we grow stronger, then we'll make our claim:
+Till then, 'tis wisdom to conceal our meaning.
+
+ +HASTINGS +
+Away with scrupulous wit! now arms must rule.
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+And fearless minds climb soonest unto crowns.
+Brother, we will proclaim you out of hand:
+The bruit thereof will bring you many friends.
+
+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+Then be it as you will; for 'tis my right,
+And Henry but usurps the diadem.
+
+ +MONTAGUE +
+Ay, now my sovereign speaketh like himself;
+And now will I be Edward's champion.
+
+ +HASTINGS +
+Sound trumpet; Edward shall be here proclaim'd:
+Come, fellow-soldier, make thou proclamation.
+

Flourish

+
+ +Soldier +
+Edward the Fourth, by the grace of God, king of
+England and France, and lord of Ireland, & c.
+
+ +MONTAGUE +
+And whosoe'er gainsays King Edward's right,
+By this I challenge him to single fight.
+

Throws down his gauntlet

+
+ +All +
+Long live Edward the Fourth!
+
+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+Thanks, brave Montgomery; and thanks unto you all:
+If fortune serve me, I'll requite this kindness.
+Now, for this night, let's harbour here in York;
+And when the morning sun shall raise his car
+Above the border of this horizon,
+We'll forward towards Warwick and his mates;
+For well I wot that Henry is no soldier.
+Ah, froward 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.
+

Exeunt

+
+

SCENE VIII. London. The palace.

+

+Flourish. Enter KING HENRY VI, WARWICK, MONTAGUE, CLARENCE, EXETER, and OXFORD +
+ +WARWICK +
+What counsel, lords? Edward from Belgia,
+With hasty Germans and blunt Hollanders,
+Hath pass'd in safety through the narrow seas,
+And with his troops doth march amain to London;
+And many giddy people flock to him.
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+Let's levy men, and beat him back again.
+
+ +CLARENCE +
+A little fire is quickly trodden out;
+Which, being suffer'd, rivers cannot quench.
+
+ +WARWICK +
+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 command'st:
+And thou, brave Oxford, wondrous well beloved,
+In Oxfordshire shalt muster up thy friends.
+My sovereign, with the loving citizens,
+Like to his island girt in with the ocean,
+Or modest Dian circled with her nymphs,
+Shall rest in London till we come to him.
+Fair lords, take leave and stand not to reply.
+Farewell, my sovereign.
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+Farewell, my Hector, and my Troy's true hope.
+
+ +CLARENCE +
+In sign of truth, I kiss your highness' hand.
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+Well-minded Clarence, be thou fortunate!
+
+ +MONTAGUE +
+Comfort, my lord; and so I take my leave.
+
+ +OXFORD +
+And thus I seal my truth, and bid adieu.
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+Sweet Oxford, and my loving Montague,
+And all at once, once more a happy farewell.
+
+ +WARWICK +
+Farewell, sweet lords: let's meet at Coventry.
+

Exeunt all but KING HENRY VI and EXETER

+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+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.
+
+ +EXETER +
+The doubt is that he will seduce the rest.
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+That's not my fear; my meed hath got me fame:
+I have not stopp'd mine ears to their demands,
+Nor posted off their suits with slow delays;
+My pity hath been balm to heal their wounds,
+My mildness hath allay'd their swelling griefs,
+My mercy dried their water-flowing tears;
+I have not been desirous of their wealth,
+Nor much oppress'd them with great subsidies.
+Nor forward of revenge, though they much err'd:
+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. 'A Lancaster! A Lancaster!'

+
+ +EXETER +
+Hark, hark, my lord! what shouts are these?
+

Enter KING EDWARD IV, GLOUCESTER, and soldiers

+
+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+Seize on 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:
+Now stops thy spring; my sea sha$l suck them dry,
+And swell so much the higher by their ebb.
+Hence with him to the Tower; let him not speak.
+

Exeunt some with KING HENRY VI

+And, lords, towards Coventry bend we our course
+Where peremptory Warwick now remains:
+The sun shines hot; and, if we use delay,
+Cold biting winter mars our hoped-for hay.
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+Away betimes, before his forces join,
+And take the great-grown traitor unawares:
+Brave warriors, march amain towards Coventry.
+

Exeunt

+

+

ACT V

+

SCENE I. Coventry.

+

+Enter WARWICK, the Mayor of Coventry, two Messengers, and others upon the walls +
+ +WARWICK +
+Where is the post that came from valiant Oxford?
+How far hence is thy lord, mine honest fellow?
+
+ +First Messenger +
+By this at Dunsmore, marching hitherward.
+
+ +WARWICK +
+How far off is our brother Montague?
+Where is the post that came from Montague?
+
+ +Second Messenger +
+By this at Daintry, with a puissant troop.
+

Enter SIR JOHN SOMERVILLE

+
+ +WARWICK +
+Say, Somerville, what says my loving son?
+And, by thy guess, how nigh is Clarence now?
+
+ +SOMERSET +
+At Southam I did leave him with his forces,
+And do expect him here some two hours hence.
+

Drum heard

+
+ +WARWICK +
+Then Clarence is at hand, I hear his drum.
+
+ +SOMERSET +
+It is not his, my lord; here Southam lies:
+The drum your honour hears marcheth from Warwick.
+
+ +WARWICK +
+Who should that be? belike, unlook'd-for friends.
+
+ +SOMERSET +
+They are at hand, and you shall quickly know.
+

March: flourish. Enter KING EDWARD IV, GLOUCESTER, and soldiers

+
+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+Go, trumpet, to the walls, and sound a parle.
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+See how the surly Warwick mans the wall!
+
+ +WARWICK +
+O unbid spite! is sportful Edward come?
+Where slept our scouts, or how are they seduced,
+That we could hear no news of his repair?
+
+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+Now, Warwick, wilt thou ope the city gates,
+Speak gentle words and humbly bend thy knee,
+Call Edward king and at his hands beg mercy?
+And he shall pardon thee these outrages.
+
+ +WARWICK +
+Nay, rather, wilt thou draw thy forces hence,
+Confess who set thee up and pluck'd thee own,
+Call Warwick patron and be penitent?
+And thou shalt still remain the Duke of York.
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+I thought, at least, he would have said the king;
+Or did he make the jest against his will?
+
+ +WARWICK +
+Is not a dukedom, sir, a goodly gift?
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+Ay, by my faith, for a poor earl to give:
+I'll do thee service for so good a gift.
+
+ +WARWICK +
+'Twas I that gave the kingdom to thy brother.
+
+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+Why then 'tis mine, if but by Warwick's gift.
+
+ +WARWICK +
+Thou art no Atlas for so great a weight:
+And weakling, Warwick takes his gift again;
+And Henry is my king, Warwick his subject.
+
+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+But Warwick's king is Edward's prisoner:
+And, gallant Warwick, do but answer this:
+What is the body when the head is off?
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+Alas, that Warwick had no more forecast,
+But, whiles he thought to steal the single ten,
+The king was slily finger'd from the deck!
+You left poor Henry at the Bishop's palace,
+And, ten to one, you'll meet him in the Tower.
+
+ +EDWARD +
+'Tis even so; yet you are Warwick still.
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+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 to thee.
+
+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+Sail how thou canst, have wind and tide thy friend,
+This hand, fast wound about thy coal-black hair
+Shall, whiles thy head is warm and new cut off,
+Write in the dust this sentence with thy blood,
+'Wind-changing Warwick now can change no more.'
+

Enter OXFORD, with drum and colours

+
+ +WARWICK +
+O cheerful colours! see where Oxford comes!
+
+ +OXFORD +
+Oxford, Oxford, for Lancaster!
+

He and his forces enter the city

+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+The gates are open, let us enter too.
+
+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+So other foes may set upon our backs.
+Stand we in good array; for they no doubt
+Will issue out again and bid us battle:
+If not, the city being but of small defence,
+We'll quickly rouse the traitors in the same.
+
+ +WARWICK +
+O, welcome, Oxford! for we want thy help.
+

Enter MONTAGUE with drum and colours

+
+ +MONTAGUE +
+Montague, Montague, for Lancaster!
+

He and his forces enter the city

+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+Thou and thy brother both shall buy this treason
+Even with the dearest blood your bodies bear.
+
+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+The harder match'd, the greater victory:
+My mind presageth happy gain and conquest.
+

Enter SOMERSET, with drum and colours

+
+ +SOMERSET +
+Somerset, Somerset, for Lancaster!
+

He and his forces enter the city

+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+Two of thy name, both Dukes of Somerset,
+Have sold their lives unto the house of York;
+And thou shalt be the third if this sword hold.
+

Enter CLARENCE, with drum and colours

+
+ +WARWICK +
+And lo, where George of Clarence sweeps along,
+Of force enough to bid his brother battle;
+With whom an upright zeal to right prevails
+More than the nature of a brother's love!
+Come, Clarence, come; thou wilt, if Warwick call.
+
+ +CLARENCE +
+Father of Warwick, know you what this means?
+

Taking his 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, wheresoe'er I meet thee--
+As 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.
+
+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+Now welcome more, and ten times more beloved,
+Than if thou never hadst deserved our hate.
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+Welcome, good Clarence; this is brotherlike.
+
+ +WARWICK +
+O passing traitor, perjured and unjust!
+
+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+What, Warwick, wilt thou leave the town and fight?
+Or shall we beat the stones about thine ears?
+
+ +WARWICK +
+Alas, I am not coop'd here for defence!
+I will away towards Barnet presently,
+And bid thee battle, Edward, if thou darest.
+
+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+Yes, Warwick, Edward dares, and leads the way.
+Lords, to the field; Saint George and victory!
+

Exeunt King Edward and his company. March. Warwick and his company follow

+
+

SCENE II. A field of battle near Barnet.

+

+Alarum and excursions. Enter KING EDWARD IV, bringing forth WARWICK wounded +
+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+So, lie thou there: die thou, and die our fear;
+For Warwick was a bug that fear'd us all.
+Now, Montague, sit fast; I seek for thee,
+That Warwick's bones may keep thine company.
+

Exit

+
+ +WARWICK +
+Ah, who is nigh? come to me, friend or foe,
+And tell me who is victor, York or Warwick?
+Why ask I that? my mangled body shows,
+My blood, my want of strength, my sick heart shows.
+That I must yield my body to the earth
+And, by my fall, the conquest to my foe.
+Thus yields the cedar to the axe's edge,
+Whose arms gave shelter to the princely eagle,
+Under whose shade the ramping lion slept,
+Whose top-branch overpeer'd Jove's spreading tree
+And kept low shrubs from winter's powerful wind.
+These eyes, that now are dimm'd with death's black veil,
+Have been as piercing as the mid-day sun,
+To search the secret treasons of the world:
+The wrinkles in my brows, now filled with blood,
+Were liken'd oft to kingly sepulchres;
+For who lived king, but I could dig his grave?
+And who durst mine when Warwick bent his brow?
+Lo, now my glory smear'd in dust and blood!
+My parks, my walks, my manors that I had.
+Even now forsake me, and of all my lands
+Is nothing left me but my body's length.
+Why, what is pomp, rule, reign, but earth and dust?
+And, live we how we can, yet die we must.
+

Enter OXFORD and SOMERSET

+
+ +SOMERSET +
+Ah, Warwick, Warwick! wert thou as we are.
+We might recover all our loss again;
+The queen from France hath brought a puissant power:
+Even now we heard the news: ah, could'st thou fly!
+
+ +WARWICK +
+Why, then I would not fly. Ah, Montague,
+If thou be there, sweet brother, take my hand.
+And with thy lips keep in my soul awhile!
+Thou lovest me not; for, brother, if thou didst,
+Thy tears would wash this cold congealed blood
+That glues my lips and will not let me speak.
+Come quickly, Montague, or I am dead.
+
+ +SOMERSET +
+Ah, Warwick! Montague hath breathed his last;
+And to the latest gasp cried out for Warwick,
+And said 'Commend me to my valiant brother.'
+And more he would have said, and more he spoke,
+Which sounded like a clamour in a vault,
+That mought not be distinguished; but at last
+I well might hear, delivered with a groan,
+'O, farewell, Warwick!'
+
+ +WARWICK +
+Sweet rest his soul! Fly, lords, and save yourselves;
+For Warwick bids you all farewell to meet in heaven.
+

Dies

+
+ +OXFORD +
+Away, away, to meet the queen's great power!
+

Here they bear away his body. Exeunt

+
+

SCENE III. Another part of the field.

+

+Flourish. Enter KING EDWARD IV in triumph; with GLOUCESTER, CLARENCE, and the rest +
+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+Thus far our fortune keeps an upward course,
+And we are graced with wreaths of victory.
+But, in the midst of this bright-shining day,
+I spy a black, suspicious, threatening cloud,
+That will encounter with our glorious sun,
+Ere he attain his easeful western bed:
+I mean, my lords, those powers that the queen
+Hath raised in Gallia have arrived our coast
+And, as we hear, march on to fight with us.
+
+ +CLARENCE +
+A little gale will soon disperse that cloud
+And blow it to the source from whence it came:
+The very beams will dry those vapours up,
+For every cloud engenders not a storm.
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+The queen is valued thirty thousand strong,
+And Somerset, with Oxford fled to her:
+If she have time to breathe be well assured
+Her faction will be full as strong as ours.
+
+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+We are advertised by our loving friends
+That they do hold their course toward Tewksbury:
+We, having now the best at Barnet field,
+Will thither straight, for willingness rids way;
+And, as we march, our strength will be augmented
+In every county as we go along.
+Strike up the drum; cry 'Courage!' and away.
+

Exeunt

+
+

SCENE IV. Plains near Tewksbury.

+

+March. Enter QUEEN MARGARET, PRINCE EDWARD, SOMERSET, OXFORD, and soldiers +
+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+Great lords, wise men ne'er sit and wail their loss,
+But cheerly seek how to redress their harms.
+What though the mast be now blown overboard,
+The cable broke, the holding-anchor lost,
+And half our sailors swallow'd in the flood?
+Yet lives our pilot still. Is't meet that he
+Should leave the helm and 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 saved?
+Ah, what a shame! ah, what a fault were this!
+Say Warwick was our anchor; what of that?
+And Montague our topmost; what of him?
+Our slaughter'd friends the tackles; what of these?
+Why, is not Oxford here another anchor?
+And Somerset another goodly mast?
+The friends of France our shrouds and tacklings?
+And, though unskilful, why not Ned and I
+For once allow'd the skilful pilot's 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
+'Twere childish weakness to lament or fear.
+
+ +PRINCE EDWARD +
+Methinks a woman of this valiant spirit
+Should, if a coward heard her speak these words,
+Infuse his breast with magnanimity
+And make him, naked, foil a man at arms.
+I speak not this as doubting any here
+For did I but suspect a fearful man
+He should have leave to go away betimes,
+Lest in our need he might 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.
+
+ +OXFORD +
+Women and children of so high a courage,
+And warriors faint! why, 'twere perpetual shame.
+O brave young prince! thy famous grandfather
+Doth live again in thee: long mayst thou live
+To bear his image and renew his glories!
+
+ +SOMERSET +
+And he that will not fight for such a hope.
+Go home to bed, and like the owl by day,
+If he arise, be mock'd and wonder'd at.
+
+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+Thanks, gentle Somerset; sweet Oxford, thanks.
+
+ +PRINCE EDWARD +
+And take his thanks that yet hath nothing else.
+

Enter a Messenger

+
+ +Messenger +
+Prepare you, lords, for Edward is at hand.
+Ready to fight; therefore be resolute.
+
+ +OXFORD +
+ I thought no less: it is his policy
+To haste thus fast, to find us unprovided.
+
+ +SOMERSET +
+But he's deceived; we are in readiness.
+
+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+This cheers my heart, to see your forwardness.
+
+ +OXFORD +
+Here pitch our battle; hence we will not budge.
+

Flourish and march. Enter KING EDWARD IV, GLOUCESTER, CLARENCE, and soldiers

+
+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+Brave followers, yonder stands the thorny wood,
+Which, by the heavens' assistance and your strength,
+Must by the roots be hewn up yet ere night.
+I need not add more fuel to your fire,
+For well I wot ye blaze to burn them out
+Give signal to the fight, and to it, lords!
+
+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+Lords, knights, and gentlemen, what I should say
+My tears gainsay; for every word I speak,
+Ye see, I drink the water of mine eyes.
+Therefore, no more but this: Henry, your sovereign,
+Is prisoner to the foe; his state usurp'd,
+His realm a slaughter-house, his subjects slain,
+His statutes cancell'd and his treasure spent;
+And yonder is the wolf that makes this spoil.
+You fight in justice: then, in God's name, lords,
+Be valiant and give signal to the fight.
+

Alarum. Retreat. Excursions. Exeunt

+
+

SCENE V. Another part of the field.

+

+Flourish. Enter KING EDWARD IV, GLOUCESTER, CLARENCE, and soldiers; with QUEEN MARGARET, OXFORD, and SOMERSET, prisoners +
+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+Now here a period of tumultuous broils.
+Away with Oxford to Hames Castle straight:
+For Somerset, off with his guilty head.
+Go, bear them hence; I will not hear them speak.
+
+ +OXFORD +
+For my part, I'll not trouble thee with words.
+
+ +SOMERSET +
+Nor I, but stoop with patience to my fortune.
+

Exeunt Oxford and Somerset, guarded

+
+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+So part we sadly in this troublous world,
+To meet with joy in sweet Jerusalem.
+
+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+Is proclamation made, that who finds Edward
+Shall have a high reward, and he his life?
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+It is: and lo, where youthful Edward comes!
+

Enter soldiers, with PRINCE EDWARD

+
+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+Bring forth the gallant, let us hear him speak.
+What! can so young a thorn begin to prick?
+Edward, what satisfaction canst thou make
+For bearing arms, for stirring up my subjects,
+And all the trouble thou hast turn'd me to?
+
+ +PRINCE EDWARD +
+Speak like a subject, proud ambitious York!
+Suppose that I am now my father's mouth;
+Resign thy chair, and where I stand kneel thou,
+Whilst I propose the selfsame words to thee,
+Which traitor, thou wouldst have me answer to.
+
+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+Ah, that thy father had been so resolved!
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+That you might still have worn the petticoat,
+And ne'er have stol'n the breech from Lancaster.
+
+ +PRINCE EDWARD +
+Let AEsop fable in a winter's night;
+His currish riddles sort not with this place.
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+By heaven, brat, I'll plague ye for that word.
+
+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+Ay, thou wast born to be a plague to men.
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+For God's sake, take away this captive scold.
+
+ +PRINCE EDWARD +
+Nay, take away this scolding crookback rather.
+
+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+Peace, wilful boy, or I will charm your tongue.
+
+ +CLARENCE +
+Untutor'd lad, thou art too malapert.
+
+ +PRINCE EDWARD +
+I know my duty; you are all undutiful:
+Lascivious Edward, and thou perjured George,
+And thou mis-shapen Dick, I tell ye all
+I am your better, traitors as ye are:
+And thou usurp'st my father's right and mine.
+
+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+Take that, thou likeness of this railer here.
+

Stabs him

+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+Sprawl'st thou? take that, to end thy agony.
+

Stabs him

+
+ +CLARENCE +
+And there's for twitting me with perjury.
+

Stabs him

+
+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+O, kill me too!
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+Marry, and shall.
+

Offers to kill her

+
+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+Hold, Richard, hold; for we have done too much.
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+Why should she live, to fill the world with words?
+
+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+What, doth she swoon? use means for her recovery.
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+Clarence, excuse me to the king my brother;
+I'll hence to London on a serious matter:
+Ere ye come there, be sure to hear some news.
+
+ +CLARENCE +
+What? what?
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+The Tower, the Tower.
+

Exit

+
+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+O Ned, sweet Ned! speak to thy mother, boy!
+Canst thou not speak? O traitors! murderers!
+They that stabb'd Caesar shed no blood at all,
+Did not offend, nor were not worthy blame,
+If this foul deed were by to equal it:
+He was a man; this, in respect, a child:
+And men ne'er spend their fury on a child.
+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 stirr'd up remorse:
+But if you ever chance to have a child,
+Look in his youth to have him so cut off
+As, deathmen, you have rid this sweet young prince!
+
+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+Away with her; go, bear her hence perforce.
+
+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+Nay, never bear me hence, dispatch me here,
+Here sheathe thy sword, I'll pardon thee my death:
+What, wilt thou not? then, Clarence, do it thou.
+
+ +CLARENCE +
+By heaven, I will not do thee so much ease.
+
+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+Good Clarence, do; sweet Clarence, do thou do it.
+
+ +CLARENCE +
+Didst thou not hear me swear I would not do it?
+
+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+Ay, but thou usest to forswear thyself:
+'Twas sin before, but now 'tis charity.
+What, wilt thou not? Where is that devil's butcher,
+Hard-favour'd Richard? Richard, where art thou?
+Thou art not here: murder is thy alms-deed;
+Petitioners for blood thou ne'er put'st back.
+
+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+Away, I say; I charge ye, bear her hence.
+
+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+So come to you and yours, as to this Prince!
+

Exit, led out forcibly

+
+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+Where's Richard gone?
+
+ +CLARENCE +
+To London, all in post; and, as I guess,
+To make a bloody supper in the Tower.
+
+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+He's sudden, if a thing comes in his head.
+Now march we hence: discharge the common sort
+With pay and thanks, and let's away to London
+And see our gentle queen how well she fares:
+By this, I hope, she hath a son for me.
+

Exeunt

+
+

SCENE VI. London. The Tower.

+

+Enter KING HENRY VI and GLOUCESTER, with the Lieutenant, on the walls +
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+Good day, my lord. What, at your book so hard?
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+Ay, my good lord:--my lord, I should say rather;
+'Tis sin to flatter; 'good' was little better:
+'Good Gloucester' and 'good devil' were alike,
+And both preposterous; therefore, not 'good lord.'
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+Sirrah, leave us to ourselves: we must confer.
+

Exit Lieutenant

+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+So flies the reckless shepherd from the wolf;
+So first the harmless sheep doth yield his fleece
+And next his throat unto the butcher's knife.
+What scene of death hath Roscius now to act?
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind;
+The thief doth fear each bush an officer.
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+The bird that hath been limed in a bush,
+With trembling wings misdoubteth every bush;
+And I, the hapless male to one sweet bird,
+Have now the fatal object in my eye
+Where my poor young was limed, was caught and kill'd.
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+Why, what a peevish fool was that of Crete,
+That taught his son the office of a fowl!
+An yet, for all his wings, the fool was drown'd.
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+I, Daedalus; my poor boy, Icarus;
+Thy father, Minos, that denied our course;
+The sun that sear'd the wings of my sweet boy
+Thy brother Edward, and thyself the sea
+Whose envious gulf did swallow up his life.
+Ah, kill me with thy weapon, not with words!
+My breast can better brook thy dagger's point
+Than can my ears that tragic history.
+But wherefore dost thou come? is't for my life?
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+Think'st thou I am an executioner?
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+A persecutor, I am sure, thou art:
+If murdering innocents be executing,
+Why, then thou art an executioner.
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+Thy son I kill'd for his presumption.
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+Hadst thou been kill'd when first thou didst presume,
+Thou hadst not lived to kill a son of mine.
+And thus I prophesy, that many a thousand,
+Which now mistrust no parcel of my fear,
+And many an old man's sigh and many a widow's,
+And many an orphan's water-standing eye--
+Men for their sons, wives for their husbands,
+And orphans for their parents timeless death--
+Shall rue the hour that ever thou wast born.
+The owl shriek'd at thy birth,--an evil sign;
+The night-crow cried, aboding luckless time;
+Dogs howl'd, and hideous tempest shook down trees;
+The raven rook'd her on the chimney's top,
+And chattering pies in dismal discords 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 camest to bite the world:
+And, if the rest be true which I have heard,
+Thou camest--
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+I'll hear no more: die, prophet in thy speech:
+

Stabs him

+For this amongst the rest, was I ordain'd.
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+Ay, and for much more slaughter after this.
+God forgive my sins, and pardon thee!
+

Dies

+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+What, will the aspiring blood of Lancaster
+Sink in the ground? I thought it would have mounted.
+See how my sword weeps for the poor king's death!
+O, may such purple tears be alway shed
+From those that wish the downfall of our house!
+If any spark of life be yet remaining,
+Down, down to hell; and say I sent thee thither:
+

Stabs him again

+I, 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 their ruin that usurp'd our right?
+The midwife wonder'd 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 make crook'd my mind to answer it.
+I have no brother, I am like no brother;
+And this word 'love,' which graybeards 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 buz 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 VII. London. The palace.

+

+Flourish. Enter KING EDWARD IV, QUEEN ELIZABETH, CLARENCE, GLOUCESTER, HASTINGS, a Nurse with the young Prince, and Attendants +
+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+Once more we sit in England's royal throne,
+Re-purchased with the blood of enemies.
+What valiant foemen, like to autumn's corn,
+Have we mow'd down, in tops of all their pride!
+Three Dukes of Somerset, threefold renown'd
+For hardy and undoubted champions;
+Two Cliffords, as the father and the son,
+And two Northumberlands; two braver men
+Ne'er spurr'd their coursers at the trumpet's sound;
+With them, the two brave bears, Warwick and Montague,
+That in their chains fetter'd the kingly lion
+And made the forest tremble when they roar'd.
+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 armours watch'd the winter's night,
+Went all afoot in summer's scalding heat,
+That thou mightst repossess the crown in peace;
+And of our labours thou shalt reap the gain.
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+[Aside] I'll blast his harvest, if your head were laid;
+For yet I am not look'd on in the world.
+This shoulder was ordain'd so thick to heave;
+And heave it shall some weight, or break my back:
+Work thou the way,--and thou shalt execute.
+
+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+Clarence and Gloucester, love my lovely queen;
+And kiss your princely nephew, brothers both.
+
+ +CLARENCE +
+The duty that I owe unto your majesty
+I seal upon the lips of this sweet babe.
+
+ +QUEEN ELIZABETH +
+Thanks, noble Clarence; worthy brother, thanks.
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+And, that I love the tree from whence thou sprang'st,
+Witness the loving kiss I give the fruit.
+

Aside

+And cried 'all hail!' when as he meant all harm.
+
+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+Now am I seated as my soul delights,
+Having my country's peace and brothers' loves.
+
+ +CLARENCE +
+What will your grace have done with Margaret?
+Reignier, her father, to the king of France
+Hath pawn'd the Sicils and Jerusalem,
+And hither have they sent it for her ransom.
+
+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+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 drums and trumpets! farewell sour annoy!
+For here, I hope, begins our lasting joy.
+

Exeunt

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The Third part of King Henry the Sixth +
+ Shakespeare homepage + | Henry VI, part 3 +
+ +

Entire play in one page

+ +

+Act 1, Scene 1: London. The Parliament-house.
+Act 1, Scene 2: Sandal Castle.
+Act 1, Scene 3: Field of battle betwixt Sandal Castle and Wakefield.
+Act 1, Scene 4: Another part of the field.
+

+Act 2, Scene 1: A plain near Mortimer's Cross in Herefordshire.
+Act 2, Scene 2: Before York.
+Act 2, Scene 3: A field of battle between Towton and Saxton, in
+Act 2, Scene 4: Another part of the field.
+Act 2, Scene 5: Another part of the field.
+Act 2, Scene 6: Another part of the field.
+

+Act 3, Scene 1: A forest in the north of England.
+Act 3, Scene 2: London. The palace.
+Act 3, Scene 3: France. KING LEWIS XI's palace.
+

+Act 4, Scene 1: London. The palace.
+Act 4, Scene 2: A plain in Warwickshire.
+Act 4, Scene 3: Edward's camp, near Warwick.
+Act 4, Scene 4: London. The palace.
+Act 4, Scene 5: A park near Middleham Castle In Yorkshire.
+Act 4, Scene 6: London. The Tower.
+Act 4, Scene 7: Before York.
+Act 4, Scene 8: London. The palace.
+

+Act 5, Scene 1: Coventry.
+Act 5, Scene 2: A field of battle near Barnet.
+Act 5, Scene 3: Another part of the field.
+Act 5, Scene 4: Plains near Tewksbury.
+Act 5, Scene 5: Another part of the field.
+Act 5, Scene 6: London. The Tower.
+Act 5, Scene 7: London. The palace.
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SCENE I. London. The Parliament-house.

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SCENE II. Sandal Castle.

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SCENE IV. Another part of the field.

Flourish. Exeunt

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

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

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SCENE VI. Another part of the field.

Exeunt

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

Exit

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SCENE II. A plain in Warwickshire.

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SCENE III. Edward's camp, near Warwick.

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Exeunt

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Where is the post that came from valiant Oxford?
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By this at Dunsmore, marching hitherward.
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How far off is our brother Montague?
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By this at Daintry, with a puissant troop.
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Say, Somerville, what says my loving son?
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It is not his, my lord; here Southam lies:
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Who should that be? belike, unlook'd-for friends.
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They are at hand, and you shall quickly know.
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See how the surly Warwick mans the wall!
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O unbid spite! is sportful Edward come?
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Now, Warwick, wilt thou ope the city gates,
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Nay, rather, wilt thou draw thy forces hence,
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I thought, at least, he would have said the king;
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Is not a dukedom, sir, a goodly gift?
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'Twas I that gave the kingdom to thy brother.
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Why then 'tis mine, if but by Warwick's gift.
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Thou art no Atlas for so great a weight:
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But Warwick's king is Edward's prisoner:
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Alas, that Warwick had no more forecast,
-But, whiles he thought to steal the single ten,
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'Tis even so; yet you are Warwick still.
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Come, Warwick, take the time; kneel down, kneel down:
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I had rather chop this hand off at a blow,
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Sail how thou canst, have wind and tide thy friend,
-This hand, fast wound about thy coal-black hair
-Shall, whiles thy head is warm and new cut off,
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Oxford, Oxford, for Lancaster!
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The gates are open, let us enter too.
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So other foes may set upon our backs.
-Stand we in good array; for they no doubt
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O, welcome, Oxford! for we want thy help.
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Montague, Montague, for Lancaster!
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Thou and thy brother both shall buy this treason
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The harder match'd, the greater victory:
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SOMERSET -

Somerset, Somerset, for Lancaster!
-
-
He and his forces enter the city
-

GLOUCESTER -

Two of thy name, both Dukes of Somerset,
-Have sold their lives unto the house of York;
-And thou shalt be the third if this sword hold.
-
-
-
Enter CLARENCE, with drum and colours
-

WARWICK -

And lo, where George of Clarence sweeps along,
-Of force enough to bid his brother battle;
-With whom an upright zeal to right prevails
-More than the nature of a brother's love!
-Come, Clarence, come; thou wilt, if Warwick call.
-
-
-

CLARENCE -

Father of Warwick, know you what this means?
-
-
Taking his 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, wheresoe'er I meet thee--
-As 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.
-
-
-

KING EDWARD IV -

Now welcome more, and ten times more beloved,
-Than if thou never hadst deserved our hate.
-
-
-

GLOUCESTER -

Welcome, good Clarence; this is brotherlike.
-
-

WARWICK -

O passing traitor, perjured and unjust!
-
-

KING EDWARD IV -

What, Warwick, wilt thou leave the town and fight?
-Or shall we beat the stones about thine ears?
-
-
-

WARWICK -

Alas, I am not coop'd here for defence!
-I will away towards Barnet presently,
-And bid thee battle, Edward, if thou darest.
-
-
-

KING EDWARD IV -

Yes, Warwick, Edward dares, and leads the way.
-Lords, to the field; Saint George and victory!
-
-
-
Exeunt King Edward and his company. March. Warwick and his company follow
+ +

SCENE I. Coventry.

+ +

+Enter WARWICK, the Mayor of Coventry, two Messengers, and others upon the walls +
+ +WARWICK +
+Where is the post that came from valiant Oxford?
+How far hence is thy lord, mine honest fellow?
+
+ +First Messenger +
+By this at Dunsmore, marching hitherward.
+
+ +WARWICK +
+How far off is our brother Montague?
+Where is the post that came from Montague?
+
+ +Second Messenger +
+By this at Daintry, with a puissant troop.
+
+ +
Enter SIR JOHN SOMERVILLE +
+ +WARWICK +
+Say, Somerville, what says my loving son?
+And, by thy guess, how nigh is Clarence now?
+
+ +SOMERSET +
+At Southam I did leave him with his forces,
+And do expect him here some two hours hence.
+
+ +
Drum heard +
+ +WARWICK +
+Then Clarence is at hand, I hear his drum.
+
+ +SOMERSET +
+It is not his, my lord; here Southam lies:
+The drum your honour hears marcheth from Warwick.
+
+ +WARWICK +
+Who should that be? belike, unlook'd-for friends.
+
+ +SOMERSET +
+They are at hand, and you shall quickly know.
+
+ +
March: flourish. Enter KING EDWARD IV, GLOUCESTER, and soldiers +
+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+Go, trumpet, to the walls, and sound a parle.
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+See how the surly Warwick mans the wall!
+
+ +WARWICK +
+O unbid spite! is sportful Edward come?
+Where slept our scouts, or how are they seduced,
+That we could hear no news of his repair?
+
+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+Now, Warwick, wilt thou ope the city gates,
+Speak gentle words and humbly bend thy knee,
+Call Edward king and at his hands beg mercy?
+And he shall pardon thee these outrages.
+
+ +WARWICK +
+Nay, rather, wilt thou draw thy forces hence,
+Confess who set thee up and pluck'd thee own,
+Call Warwick patron and be penitent?
+And thou shalt still remain the Duke of York.
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+I thought, at least, he would have said the king;
+Or did he make the jest against his will?
+
+ +WARWICK +
+Is not a dukedom, sir, a goodly gift?
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+Ay, by my faith, for a poor earl to give:
+I'll do thee service for so good a gift.
+
+ +WARWICK +
+'Twas I that gave the kingdom to thy brother.
+
+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+Why then 'tis mine, if but by Warwick's gift.
+
+ +WARWICK +
+Thou art no Atlas for so great a weight:
+And weakling, Warwick takes his gift again;
+And Henry is my king, Warwick his subject.
+
+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+But Warwick's king is Edward's prisoner:
+And, gallant Warwick, do but answer this:
+What is the body when the head is off?
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+Alas, that Warwick had no more forecast,
+But, whiles he thought to steal the single ten,
+The king was slily finger'd from the deck!
+You left poor Henry at the Bishop's palace,
+And, ten to one, you'll meet him in the Tower.
+
+ +EDWARD +
+'Tis even so; yet you are Warwick still.
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+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 to thee.
+
+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+Sail how thou canst, have wind and tide thy friend,
+This hand, fast wound about thy coal-black hair
+Shall, whiles thy head is warm and new cut off,
+Write in the dust this sentence with thy blood,
+'Wind-changing Warwick now can change no more.'
+
+ +
Enter OXFORD, with drum and colours +
+ +WARWICK +
+O cheerful colours! see where Oxford comes!
+
+ +OXFORD +
+Oxford, Oxford, for Lancaster!
+
+ +
He and his forces enter the city +
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+The gates are open, let us enter too.
+
+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+So other foes may set upon our backs.
+Stand we in good array; for they no doubt
+Will issue out again and bid us battle:
+If not, the city being but of small defence,
+We'll quickly rouse the traitors in the same.
+
+ +WARWICK +
+O, welcome, Oxford! for we want thy help.
+
+ +
Enter MONTAGUE with drum and colours +
+ +MONTAGUE +
+Montague, Montague, for Lancaster!
+
+ +
He and his forces enter the city +
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+Thou and thy brother both shall buy this treason
+Even with the dearest blood your bodies bear.
+
+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+The harder match'd, the greater victory:
+My mind presageth happy gain and conquest.
+
+ +
Enter SOMERSET, with drum and colours +
+ +SOMERSET +
+Somerset, Somerset, for Lancaster!
+
+ +
He and his forces enter the city +
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+Two of thy name, both Dukes of Somerset,
+Have sold their lives unto the house of York;
+And thou shalt be the third if this sword hold.
+
+ +
Enter CLARENCE, with drum and colours +
+ +WARWICK +
+And lo, where George of Clarence sweeps along,
+Of force enough to bid his brother battle;
+With whom an upright zeal to right prevails
+More than the nature of a brother's love!
+Come, Clarence, come; thou wilt, if Warwick call.
+
+ +CLARENCE +
+Father of Warwick, know you what this means?
+
+ +
Taking his 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, wheresoe'er I meet thee--
+As 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.
+
+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+Now welcome more, and ten times more beloved,
+Than if thou never hadst deserved our hate.
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+Welcome, good Clarence; this is brotherlike.
+
+ +WARWICK +
+O passing traitor, perjured and unjust!
+
+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+What, Warwick, wilt thou leave the town and fight?
+Or shall we beat the stones about thine ears?
+
+ +WARWICK +
+Alas, I am not coop'd here for defence!
+I will away towards Barnet presently,
+And bid thee battle, Edward, if thou darest.
+
+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+Yes, Warwick, Edward dares, and leads the way.
+Lords, to the field; Saint George and victory!
+
+ +
Exeunt King Edward and his company. March. Warwick and his company follow +
+
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SCENE II. A field of battle near Barnet.

-

- -

Alarum and excursions. Enter KING EDWARD IV, bringing forth WARWICK wounded
-

KING EDWARD IV -

So, lie thou there: die thou, and die our fear;
-For Warwick was a bug that fear'd us all.
-Now, Montague, sit fast; I seek for thee,
-That Warwick's bones may keep thine company.
-
-
-
Exit
-

WARWICK -

Ah, who is nigh? come to me, friend or foe,
-And tell me who is victor, York or Warwick?
-Why ask I that? my mangled body shows,
-My blood, my want of strength, my sick heart shows.
-That I must yield my body to the earth
-And, by my fall, the conquest to my foe.
-Thus yields the cedar to the axe's edge,
-Whose arms gave shelter to the princely eagle,
-Under whose shade the ramping lion slept,
-Whose top-branch overpeer'd Jove's spreading tree
-And kept low shrubs from winter's powerful wind.
-These eyes, that now are dimm'd with death's black veil,
-Have been as piercing as the mid-day sun,
-To search the secret treasons of the world:
-The wrinkles in my brows, now filled with blood,
-Were liken'd oft to kingly sepulchres;
-For who lived king, but I could dig his grave?
-And who durst mine when Warwick bent his brow?
-Lo, now my glory smear'd in dust and blood!
-My parks, my walks, my manors that I had.
-Even now forsake me, and of all my lands
-Is nothing left me but my body's length.
-Why, what is pomp, rule, reign, but earth and dust?
-And, live we how we can, yet die we must.
-
-
-
Enter OXFORD and SOMERSET
-

SOMERSET -

Ah, Warwick, Warwick! wert thou as we are.
-We might recover all our loss again;
-The queen from France hath brought a puissant power:
-Even now we heard the news: ah, could'st thou fly!
-
-
-

WARWICK -

Why, then I would not fly. Ah, Montague,
-If thou be there, sweet brother, take my hand.
-And with thy lips keep in my soul awhile!
-Thou lovest me not; for, brother, if thou didst,
-Thy tears would wash this cold congealed blood
-That glues my lips and will not let me speak.
-Come quickly, Montague, or I am dead.
-
-
-

SOMERSET -

Ah, Warwick! Montague hath breathed his last;
-And to the latest gasp cried out for Warwick,
-And said 'Commend me to my valiant brother.'
-And more he would have said, and more he spoke,
-Which sounded like a clamour in a vault,
-That mought not be distinguished; but at last
-I well might hear, delivered with a groan,
-'O, farewell, Warwick!'
-
-
-

WARWICK -

Sweet rest his soul! Fly, lords, and save yourselves;
-For Warwick bids you all farewell to meet in heaven.
-
-
-
Dies
-

OXFORD -

Away, away, to meet the queen's great power!
-
-
Here they bear away his body. Exeunt
+ +

SCENE II. A field of battle near Barnet.

+ +

+

Alarum and excursions. Enter KING EDWARD IV, bringing forth WARWICK wounded +
+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+So, lie thou there: die thou, and die our fear;
+For Warwick was a bug that fear'd us all.
+Now, Montague, sit fast; I seek for thee,
+That Warwick's bones may keep thine company.
+
+ +
Exit
+ +WARWICK +
+Ah, who is nigh? come to me, friend or foe,
+And tell me who is victor, York or Warwick?
+Why ask I that? my mangled body shows,
+My blood, my want of strength, my sick heart shows.
+That I must yield my body to the earth
+And, by my fall, the conquest to my foe.
+Thus yields the cedar to the axe's edge,
+Whose arms gave shelter to the princely eagle,
+Under whose shade the ramping lion slept,
+Whose top-branch overpeer'd Jove's spreading tree
+And kept low shrubs from winter's powerful wind.
+These eyes, that now are dimm'd with death's black veil,
+Have been as piercing as the mid-day sun,
+To search the secret treasons of the world:
+The wrinkles in my brows, now filled with blood,
+Were liken'd oft to kingly sepulchres;
+For who lived king, but I could dig his grave?
+And who durst mine when Warwick bent his brow?
+Lo, now my glory smear'd in dust and blood!
+My parks, my walks, my manors that I had.
+Even now forsake me, and of all my lands
+Is nothing left me but my body's length.
+Why, what is pomp, rule, reign, but earth and dust?
+And, live we how we can, yet die we must.
+
+ +
Enter OXFORD and SOMERSET
+ +SOMERSET +
+Ah, Warwick, Warwick! wert thou as we are.
+We might recover all our loss again;
+The queen from France hath brought a puissant power:
+Even now we heard the news: ah, could'st thou fly!
+
+ +WARWICK +
+Why, then I would not fly. Ah, Montague,
+If thou be there, sweet brother, take my hand.
+And with thy lips keep in my soul awhile!
+Thou lovest me not; for, brother, if thou didst,
+Thy tears would wash this cold congealed blood
+That glues my lips and will not let me speak.
+Come quickly, Montague, or I am dead.
+
+ +SOMERSET +
+Ah, Warwick! Montague hath breathed his last;
+And to the latest gasp cried out for Warwick,
+And said 'Commend me to my valiant brother.'
+And more he would have said, and more he spoke,
+Which sounded like a clamour in a vault,
+That mought not be distinguished; but at last
+I well might hear, delivered with a groan,
+'O, farewell, Warwick!'
+
+ +WARWICK +
+Sweet rest his soul! Fly, lords, and save yourselves;
+For Warwick bids you all farewell to meet in heaven.
+
+ +
Dies
+ +OXFORD +
+Away, away, to meet the queen's great power!
+
+ +
Here they bear away his body. Exeunt
+
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SCENE III. Another part of the field.

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Flourish. Enter KING EDWARD IV in triumph; with GLOUCESTER, CLARENCE, and the rest
-

KING EDWARD IV -

Thus far our fortune keeps an upward course,
-And we are graced with wreaths of victory.
-But, in the midst of this bright-shining day,
-I spy a black, suspicious, threatening cloud,
-That will encounter with our glorious sun,
-Ere he attain his easeful western bed:
-I mean, my lords, those powers that the queen
-Hath raised in Gallia have arrived our coast
-And, as we hear, march on to fight with us.
-
-
-

CLARENCE -

A little gale will soon disperse that cloud
-And blow it to the source from whence it came:
-The very beams will dry those vapours up,
-For every cloud engenders not a storm.
-
-
-

GLOUCESTER -

The queen is valued thirty thousand strong,
-And Somerset, with Oxford fled to her:
-If she have time to breathe be well assured
-Her faction will be full as strong as ours.
-
-
-

KING EDWARD IV -

We are advertised by our loving friends
-That they do hold their course toward Tewksbury:
-We, having now the best at Barnet field,
-Will thither straight, for willingness rids way;
-And, as we march, our strength will be augmented
-In every county as we go along.
-Strike up the drum; cry 'Courage!' and away.
-
-
-
Exeunt
+ +

SCENE III. Another part of the field.

+ +

+Flourish. Enter KING EDWARD IV in triumph; with GLOUCESTER, CLARENCE, and the rest +
+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+Thus far our fortune keeps an upward course,
+And we are graced with wreaths of victory.
+But, in the midst of this bright-shining day,
+I spy a black, suspicious, threatening cloud,
+That will encounter with our glorious sun,
+Ere he attain his easeful western bed:
+I mean, my lords, those powers that the queen
+Hath raised in Gallia have arrived our coast
+And, as we hear, march on to fight with us.
+
+ +CLARENCE +
+A little gale will soon disperse that cloud
+And blow it to the source from whence it came:
+The very beams will dry those vapours up,
+For every cloud engenders not a storm.
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+The queen is valued thirty thousand strong,
+And Somerset, with Oxford fled to her:
+If she have time to breathe be well assured
+Her faction will be full as strong as ours.
+
+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+We are advertised by our loving friends
+That they do hold their course towards Tewksbury:
+We, having now the best at Barnet field,
+Will thither straight, for willingness rids way;
+And, as we march, our strength will be augmented
+In every country as we go along.
+Strike up the drum; cry 'Courage!' and away.
+
+ +
Exeunt
+
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SCENE IV. Plains near Teaksbury.

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- -

March. Enter QUEEN MARGARET, PRINCE EDWARD, SOMERSET, OXFORD, and soldiers
-

QUEEN MARGARET -

Great lords, wise men ne'er sit and wail their loss,
-But cheerly seek how to redress their harms.
-What though the mast be now blown overboard,
-The cable broke, the holding-anchor lost,
-And half our sailors swallow'd in the flood?
-Yet lives our pilot still. Is't meet that he
-Should leave the helm and 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 saved?
-Ah, what a shame! ah, what a fault were this!
-Say Warwick was our anchor; what of that?
-And Montague our topmost; what of him?
-Our slaughter'd friends the tackles; what of these?
-Why, is not Oxford here another anchor?
-And Somerset another goodly mast?
-The friends of France our shrouds and tacklings?
-And, though unskilful, why not Ned and I
-For once allow'd the skilful pilot's 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
-'Twere childish weakness to lament or fear.
-
-
-

PRINCE EDWARD -

Methinks a woman of this valiant spirit
-Should, if a coward heard her speak these words,
-Infuse his breast with magnanimity
-And make him, naked, foil a man at arms.
-I speak not this as doubting any here
-For did I but suspect a fearful man
-He should have leave to go away betimes,
-Lest in our need he might 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.
-
-
-

OXFORD -

Women and children of so high a courage,
-And warriors faint! why, 'twere perpetual shame.
-O brave young prince! thy famous grandfather
-Doth live again in thee: long mayst thou live
-To bear his image and renew his glories!
-
-
-

SOMERSET -

And he that will not fight for such a hope.
-Go home to bed, and like the owl by day,
-If he arise, be mock'd and wonder'd at.
-
-
-

QUEEN MARGARET -

Thanks, gentle Somerset; sweet Oxford, thanks.
-
-

PRINCE EDWARD -

And take his thanks that yet hath nothing else.
-
-
Enter a Messenger
-

Messenger -

Prepare you, lords, for Edward is at hand.
-Ready to fight; therefore be resolute.
-
-
-

OXFORD -

I thought no less: it is his policy
-To haste thus fast, to find us unprovided.
-
-
-

SOMERSET -

But he's deceived; we are in readiness.
-
-

QUEEN MARGARET -

This cheers my heart, to see your forwardness.
-
-

OXFORD -

Here pitch our battle; hence we will not budge.
-
-
Flourish and march. Enter KING EDWARD IV, GLOUCESTER, CLARENCE, and soldiers
-

KING EDWARD IV -

Brave followers, yonder stands the thorny wood,
-Which, by the heavens' assistance and your strength,
-Must by the roots be hewn up yet ere night.
-I need not add more fuel to your fire,
-For well I wot ye blaze to burn them out
-Give signal to the fight, and to it, lords!
-
-
-

QUEEN MARGARET -

Lords, knights, and gentlemen, what I should say
-My tears gainsay; for every word I speak,
-Ye see, I drink the water of mine eyes.
-Therefore, no more but this: Henry, your sovereign,
-Is prisoner to the foe; his state usurp'd,
-His realm a slaughter-house, his subjects slain,
-His statutes cancell'd and his treasure spent;
-And yonder is the wolf that makes this spoil.
-You fight in justice: then, in God's name, lords,
-Be valiant and give signal to the fight.
-
-
-
Alarum. Retreat. Excursions. Exeunt
+ +

SCENE IV. Plains near Teaksbury.

+ +

+

March. Enter QUEEN MARGARET, PRINCE EDWARD, SOMERSET, OXFORD, and soldiers
+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+Great lords, wise men ne'er sit and wail their loss,
+But cheerly seek how to redress their harms.
+What though the mast be now blown overboard,
+The cable broke, the holding-anchor lost,
+And half our sailors swallow'd in the flood?
+Yet lives our pilot still. Is't meet that he
+Should leave the helm and 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 saved?
+Ah, what a shame! ah, what a fault were this!
+Say Warwick was our anchor; what of that?
+And Montague our topmost; what of him?
+Our slaughter'd friends the tackles; what of these?
+Why, is not Oxford here another anchor
+And Somerset another goodly mast?
+The friends of France our shrouds and tacklings?
+And, though unskilful, why not Ned and I
+For once allow'd the skilful pilot's 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
+'Twere childish weakness to lament or fear.
+
+ +PRINCE EDWARD +
+Methinks a woman of this valiant spirit
+Should, if a coward heard her speak these words,
+Infuse his breast with magnanimity
+And make him, naked, foil a man at arms.
+I speak not this as doubting any here
+For did I but suspect a fearful man
+He should have leave to go away betimes,
+Lest in our need he might 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.
+
+ +OXFORD +
+Women and children of so high a courage,
+And warriors faint! why, 'twere perpetual shame
+O brave young prince! thy famous grandfather
+Doth live again in thee: long mayst thou live
+To bear his image and renew his glories!
+
+ +SOMERSET +
+And he that will not fight for such a hope.
+Go home to bed, and like the owl by day,
+If he arise, be mock'd and wonder'd at.
+
+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+Thanks, gentle Somerset; sweet Oxford, thanks.
+
+ +PRINCE EDWARD +
+And take his thanks that yet hath nothing else.
+
+ +
Enter a Messenger
+ +Messenger +
+Prepare you, lords, for Edward is at hand.
+Ready to fight; therefore be resolute.
+
+ +OXFORD +
+I thought no less: it is his policy
+To haste thus fast, to find us unprovided.
+
+ +SOMERSET +
+But he's deceived; we are in readiness.
+
+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+This cheers my heart, to see your forwardness.
+
+ +OXFORD +
+Here pitch our battle; hence we will not budge.
+
+ +
+Flourish and march. Enter KING EDWARD IV, GLOUCESTER, CLARENCE, and soldiers +
+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+Brave followers, yonder stands the thorny wood
+Which, by the heavens' assistance and your strength,
+Must by the roots be hewn up yet ere night.
+I need not add more fuel to your fire,
+For well I wot ye blaze to burn them out
+Give signal to the fight, and to it, lords!
+
+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+Lords, knights, and gentlemen, what I should say
+My tears gainsay; for every word I speak,
+Ye see, I drink the water of mine eyes.
+Therefore, no more but this: Henry, your sovereign,
+Is prisoner to the foe; his state usurp'd,
+His realm a slaughter-house, his subjects slain,
+His statutes cancell'd and his treasure spent;
+And yonder is the wolf that makes this spoil.
+You fight in justice: then, in God's name, lords,
+Be valiant and give signal to the fight.
+
+ +
Alarum. Retreat. Excursions. Exeunt
+
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The Third part of King Henry the Sixth
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SCENE V. Another part of the field.

-

- -

Flourish. Enter KING EDWARD IV, GLOUCESTER, CLARENCE, and soldiers; with QUEEN MARGARET, OXFORD, and SOMERSET, prisoners
-

KING EDWARD IV -

Now here a period of tumultuous broils.
-Away with Oxford to Hames Castle straight:
-For Somerset, off with his guilty head.
-Go, bear them hence; I will not hear them speak.
-
-
-

OXFORD -

For my part, I'll not trouble thee with words.
-
-

SOMERSET -

Nor I, but stoop with patience to my fortune.
-
-
Exeunt Oxford and Somerset, guarded
-

QUEEN MARGARET -

So part we sadly in this troublous world,
-To meet with joy in sweet Jerusalem.
-
-
-

KING EDWARD IV -

Is proclamation made, that who finds Edward
-Shall have a high reward, and he his life?
-
-
-

GLOUCESTER -

It is: and lo, where youthful Edward comes!
-
-
Enter soldiers, with PRINCE EDWARD
-

KING EDWARD IV -

Bring forth the gallant, let us hear him speak.
-What! can so young a thorn begin to prick?
-Edward, what satisfaction canst thou make
-For bearing arms, for stirring up my subjects,
-And all the trouble thou hast turn'd me to?
-
-
-

PRINCE EDWARD -

Speak like a subject, proud ambitious York!
-Suppose that I am now my father's mouth;
-Resign thy chair, and where I stand kneel thou,
-Whilst I propose the selfsame words to thee,
-Which traitor, thou wouldst have me answer to.
-
-
-

QUEEN MARGARET -

Ah, that thy father had been so resolved!
-
-

GLOUCESTER -

That you might still have worn the petticoat,
-And ne'er have stol'n the breech from Lancaster.
-
-
-

PRINCE EDWARD -

Let AEsop fable in a winter's night;
-His currish riddles sort not with this place.
-
-
-

GLOUCESTER -

By heaven, brat, I'll plague ye for that word.
-
-

QUEEN MARGARET -

Ay, thou wast born to be a plague to men.
-
-

GLOUCESTER -

For God's sake, take away this captive scold.
-
-

PRINCE EDWARD -

Nay, take away this scolding crookback rather.
-
-

KING EDWARD IV -

Peace, wilful boy, or I will charm your tongue.
-
-

CLARENCE -

Untutor'd lad, thou art too malapert.
-
-

PRINCE EDWARD -

I know my duty; you are all undutiful:
-Lascivious Edward, and thou perjured George,
-And thou mis-shapen Dick, I tell ye all
-I am your better, traitors as ye are:
-And thou usurp'st my father's right and mine.
-
-
-

KING EDWARD IV -

Take that, thou likeness of this railer here.
-
-
Stabs him
-

GLOUCESTER -

Sprawl'st thou? take that, to end thy agony.
-
-
Stabs him
-

CLARENCE -

And there's for twitting me with perjury.
-
-
Stabs him
-

QUEEN MARGARET -

O, kill me too!
-
-

GLOUCESTER -

Marry, and shall.
-
-
Offers to kill her
-

KING EDWARD IV -

Hold, Richard, hold; for we have done too much.
-
-

GLOUCESTER -

Why should she live, to fill the world with words?
-
-

KING EDWARD IV -

What, doth she swoon? use means for her recovery.
-
-

GLOUCESTER -

Clarence, excuse me to the king my brother;
-I'll hence to London on a serious matter:
-Ere ye come there, be sure to hear some news.
-
-
-

CLARENCE -

What? what?
-
-

GLOUCESTER -

The Tower, the Tower.
-
-
Exit
-

QUEEN MARGARET -

O Ned, sweet Ned! speak to thy mother, boy!
-Canst thou not speak? O traitors! murderers!
-They that stabb'd Caesar shed no blood at all,
-Did not offend, nor were not worthy blame,
-If this foul deed were by to equal it:
-He was a man; this, in respect, a child:
-And men ne'er spend their fury on a child.
-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 stirr'd up remorse:
-But if you ever chance to have a child,
-Look in his youth to have him so cut off
-As, deathmen, you have rid this sweet young prince!
-
-
-

KING EDWARD IV -

Away with her; go, bear her hence perforce.
-
-

QUEEN MARGARET -

Nay, never bear me hence, dispatch me here,
-Here sheathe thy sword, I'll pardon thee my death:
-What, wilt thou not? then, Clarence, do it thou.
-
-
-

CLARENCE -

By heaven, I will not do thee so much ease.
-
-

QUEEN MARGARET -

Good Clarence, do; sweet Clarence, do thou do it.
-
-

CLARENCE -

Didst thou not hear me swear I would not do it?
-
-

QUEEN MARGARET -

Ay, but thou usest to forswear thyself:
-'Twas sin before, but now 'tis charity.
-What, wilt thou not? Where is that devil's butcher,
-Hard-favour'd Richard? Richard, where art thou?
-Thou art not here: murder is thy alms-deed;
-Petitioners for blood thou ne'er put'st back.
-
-
-

KING EDWARD IV -

Away, I say; I charge ye, bear her hence.
-
-

QUEEN MARGARET -

So come to you and yours, as to this Prince!
-
-
Exit, led out forcibly
-

KING EDWARD IV -

Where's Richard gone?
-
-

CLARENCE -

To London, all in post; and, as I guess,
-To make a bloody supper in the Tower.
-
-
-

KING EDWARD IV -

He's sudden, if a thing comes in his head.
-Now march we hence: discharge the common sort
-With pay and thanks, and let's away to London
-And see our gentle queen how well she fares:
-By this, I hope, she hath a son for me.
-
-
-
Exeunt
+

SCENE V. Another part of the field.

+ +

+Flourish. Enter KING EDWARD IV, GLOUCESTER, CLARENCE, and soldiers; + with QUEEN MARGARET, OXFORD, and SOMERSET, prisoners +
+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+Now here a period of tumultuous broils.
+Away with Oxford to Hames Castle straight
+For Somerset, off with his guilty head.
+Go, bear them hence; I will not hear them speak.
+
+ +OXFORD +
+For my part, I'll not trouble thee with words.
+
+ +SOMERSET +
+Nor I, but stoop with patience to my fortune.
+
+ +
Exeunt Oxford and Somerset, guarded
+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+So part we sadly in this troublous world,
+To meet with joy in sweet Jerusalem.
+
+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+Is proclamation made, that who finds Edward
+Shall have a high reward, and he his life?
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+It is: and lo, where youthful Edward comes!
+
+ +
Enter soldiers, with PRINCE EDWARD
+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+Bring forth the gallant, let us hear him speak.
+What! can so young a thorn begin to prick?
+Edward, what satisfaction canst thou make
+For bearing arms, for stirring up my subjects,
+And all the trouble thou hast turn'd me to?
+
+ +PRINCE EDWARD +
+Speak like a subject, proud ambitious York!
+Suppose that I am now my father's mouth;
+Resign thy chair, and where I stand kneel thou,
+Whilst I propose the selfsame words to thee,
+Which traitor, thou wouldst have me answer to.
+
+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+Ah, that thy father had been so resolved!
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+That you might still have worn the petticoat,
+And ne'er have stol'n the breech from Lancaster.
+
+ +PRINCE EDWARD +
+Let AEsop fable in a winter's night;
+His currish riddles sort not with this place.
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+By heaven, brat, I'll plague ye for that word.
+
+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+Ay, thou wast born to be a plague to men.
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+For God's sake, take away this captive scold.
+
+ +PRINCE EDWARD +
+Nay, take away this scolding crookback rather.
+
+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+Peace, wilful boy, or I will charm your tongue.
+
+ +CLARENCE +
+Untutor'd lad, thou art too malapert.
+
+ +PRINCE EDWARD +
+I know my duty; you are all undutiful:
+Lascivious Edward, and thou perjured George,
+And thou mis-shapen Dick, I tell ye all
+I am your better, traitors as ye are:
+And thou usurp'st my father's right and mine.
+
+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+Take that, thou likeness of this railer here.
+
+ +
Stabs him
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+Sprawl'st thou? take that, to end thy agony.
+
+ +
Stabs him
+ +CLARENCE +
+And there's for twitting me with perjury.
+
+ +
Stabs him
+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+O, kill me too!
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+Marry, and shall.
+
+ +
Offers to kill her
+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+Hold, Richard, hold; for we have done too much.
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+Why should she live, to fill the world with words?
+
+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+What, doth she swoon? use means for her recovery.
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+Clarence, excuse me to the king my brother;
+I'll hence to London on a serious matter:
+Ere ye come there, be sure to hear some news.
+
+ +CLARENCE +
+What? what?
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+The Tower, the Tower.
+
+ +
Exit
+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+O Ned, sweet Ned! speak to thy mother, boy!
+Canst thou not speak? O traitors! murderers!
+They that stabb'd Caesar shed no blood at all,
+Did not offend, nor were not worthy blame,
+If this foul deed were by to equal it:
+He was a man; this, in respect, a child:
+And men ne'er spend their fury on a child.
+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 stirr'd up remorse
+But if you ever chance to have a child,
+Look in his youth to have him so cut off
+As, deathmen, you have rid this sweet young prince!
+
+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+Away with her; go, bear her hence perforce.
+
+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+Nay, never bear me hence, dispatch me here,
+Here sheathe thy sword, I'll pardon thee my death:
+What, wilt thou not? then, Clarence, do it thou.
+
+ +CLARENCE +
+By heaven, I will not do thee so much ease.
+
+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+Good Clarence, do; sweet Clarence, do thou do it.
+
+ +CLARENCE +
+Didst thou not hear me swear I would not do it?
+
+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+Ay, but thou usest to forswear thyself:
+'Twas sin before, but now 'tis charity.
+What, wilt thou not? Where is that devil's butcher,
+Hard-favour'd Richard? Richard, where art thou?
+Thou art not here: murder is thy alms-deed;
+Petitioners for blood thou ne'er put'st back.
+
+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+Away, I say; I charge ye, bear her hence.
+
+ +QUEEN MARGARET +
+So come to you and yours, as to this Prince!
+
+ +
Exit, led out forcibly
+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+Where's Richard gone?
+
+ +CLARENCE +
+To London, all in post; and, as I guess,
+To make a bloody supper in the Tower.
+
+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+He's sudden, if a thing comes in his head.
+Now march we hence: discharge the common sort
+With pay and thanks, and let's away to London
+And see our gentle queen how well she fares:
+By this, I hope, she hath a son for me.
+
+ +
Exeunt
+
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The Third part of King Henry the Sixth
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SCENE VI. London. The Tower.

-

-

Enter KING HENRY VI and GLOUCESTER, with the Lieutenant, on the walls
-

GLOUCESTER -

Good day, my lord. What, at your book so hard?
-
-

KING HENRY VI -

Ay, my good lord:--my lord, I should say rather;
-'Tis sin to flatter; 'good' was little better:
-'Good Gloucester' and 'good devil' were alike,
-And both preposterous; therefore, not 'good lord.'
-
-
-

GLOUCESTER -

Sirrah, leave us to ourselves: we must confer.
-
-
Exit Lieutenant
-

KING HENRY VI -

So flies the reckless shepherd from the wolf;
-So first the harmless sheep doth yield his fleece
-And next his throat unto the butcher's knife.
-What scene of death hath Roscius now to act?
-
-
-

GLOUCESTER -

Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind;
-The thief doth fear each bush an officer.
-
-
-

KING HENRY VI -

The bird that hath been limed in a bush,
-With trembling wings misdoubteth every bush;
-And I, the hapless male to one sweet bird,
-Have now the fatal object in my eye
-Where my poor young was limed, was caught and kill'd.
-
-
-

GLOUCESTER -

Why, what a peevish fool was that of Crete,
-That taught his son the office of a fowl!
-An yet, for all his wings, the fool was drown'd.
-
-
-

KING HENRY VI -

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

GLOUCESTER -

Think'st thou I am an executioner?
-
-

KING HENRY VI -

A persecutor, I am sure, thou art:
-If murdering innocents be executing,
-Why, then thou art an executioner.
-
-
-

GLOUCESTER -

Thy son I kill'd for his presumption.
-
-

KING HENRY VI -

Hadst thou been kill'd when first thou didst presume,
-Thou hadst not lived to kill a son of mine.
-And thus I prophesy, that many a thousand,
-Which now mistrust no parcel of my fear,
-And many an old man's sigh and many a widow's,
-And many an orphan's water-standing eye--
-Men for their sons, wives for their husbands,
-And orphans for their parents timeless death--
-Shall rue the hour that ever thou wast born.
-The owl shriek'd at thy birth,--an evil sign;
-The night-crow cried, aboding luckless time;
-Dogs howl'd, and hideous tempest shook down trees;
-The raven rook'd her on the chimney's top,
-And chattering pies in dismal discords 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 camest to bite the world:
-And, if the rest be true which I have heard,
-Thou camest--
-
-
-

GLOUCESTER -

I'll hear no more: die, prophet in thy speech:
-
-
Stabs him
-
-For this amongst the rest, was I ordain'd.
-
-
-

KING HENRY VI -

Ay, and for much more slaughter after this.
-God forgive my sins, and pardon thee!
-
-
-
Dies
-

GLOUCESTER -

What, will the aspiring blood of Lancaster
-Sink in the ground? I thought it would have mounted.
-See how my sword weeps for the poor king's death!
-O, may such purple tears be alway shed
-From those that wish the downfall of our house!
-If any spark of life be yet remaining,
-Down, down to hell; and say I sent thee thither:
-
-
-
Stabs him again
-
-I, 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 their ruin that usurp'd our right?
-The midwife wonder'd 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 make crook'd my mind to answer it.
-I have no brother, I am like no brother;
-And this word 'love,' which graybeards 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 buz 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 VI. London. The Tower.

+ +

+Enter KING HENRY VI and GLOUCESTER, with the Lieutenant, on the walls +
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+Good day, my lord. What, at your book so hard?
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+Ay, my good lord:--my lord, I should say rather;
+'Tis sin to flatter; 'good' was little better:
+'Good Gloucester' and 'good devil' were alike,
+And both preposterous; therefore, not 'good lord.'
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+Sirrah, leave us to ourselves: we must confer.
+
+ +
Exit Lieutenant
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+So flies the reckless shepherd from the wolf;
+So first the harmless sheep doth yield his fleece
+And next his throat unto the butcher's knife.
+What scene of death hath Roscius now to act?
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind;
+The thief doth fear each bush an officer.
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+The bird that hath been limed in a bush,
+With trembling wings misdoubteth every bush;
+And I, the hapless male to one sweet bird,
+Have now the fatal object in my eye
+Where my poor young was limed, was caught and kill'd.
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+Why, what a peevish fool was that of Crete,
+That taught his son the office of a fowl!
+An yet, for all his wings, the fool was drown'd.
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+I, Daedalus; my poor boy, Icarus;
+Thy father, Minos, that denied our course;
+The sun that sear'd the wings of my sweet boy
+Thy brother Edward, and thyself the sea
+Whose envious gulf did swallow up his life.
+Ah, kill me with thy weapon, not with words!
+My breast can better brook thy dagger's point
+Than can my ears that tragic history.
+But wherefore dost thou come? is't for my life?
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+Think'st thou I am an executioner?
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+A persecutor, I am sure, thou art:
+If murdering innocents be executing,
+Why, then thou art an executioner.
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+Thy son I kill'd for his presumption.
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+Hadst thou been kill'd when first thou didst presume,
+Thou hadst not lived to kill a son of mine.
+And thus I prophesy, that many a thousand,
+Which now mistrust no parcel of my fear,
+And many an old man's sigh and many a widow's
+And many an orphan's water-standing eye--
+Men for their sons, wives for their husbands,
+And orphans for their parents timeless death--
+Shall rue the hour that ever thou wast born.
+The owl shriek'd at thy birth,--an evil sign:
+The night-crow cried, aboding luckless time;
+Dogs howl'd, and hideous tempest shook down trees;
+The raven rook'd her on the chimney's top,
+And chattering pies in dismal discords 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 camest to bite the world:
+And, if the rest be true which I have heard,
+Thou camest--
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+I'll hear no more: die, prophet in thy speech:
+
+ +
Stabs him
+ +
+For this amongst the rest, was I ordain'd.
+
+ +KING HENRY VI +
+Ay, and for much more slaughter after this.
+God forgive my sins, and pardon thee!
+
+ +
Dies
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+What, will the aspiring blood of Lancaster
+Sink in the ground? I thought it would have mounted.
+See how my sword weeps for the poor king's death!
+O, may such purple tears be alway shed
+From those that wish the downfall of our house!
+If any spark of life be yet remaining,
+Down, down to hell; and say I sent thee thither:
+
+ +
Stabs him again
+ +
+I, 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 their ruin that usurp'd our right?
+The midwife wonder'd 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 make crook'd my mind to answer it.
+I have no brother, I am like no brother;
+And this word 'love,' which graybeards 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 buz 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
+
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SCENE VII. London. The palace.

+ +

+Flourish. Enter KING EDWARD IV, QUEEN ELIZABETH, CLARENCE, GLOUCESTER, + HASTINGS, a Nurse with the young Prince, and Attendants +
+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+Once more we sit in England's royal throne,
+Re-purchased with the blood of enemies.
+What valiant foemen, like to autumn's corn,
+Have we mow'd down, in tops of all their pride!
+Three Dukes of Somerset, threefold renown'd
+For hardy and undoubted champions;
+Two Cliffords, as the father and the son,
+And two Northumberlands; two braver men
+Ne'er spurr'd their coursers at the trumpet's sound;
+With them, the two brave bears, Warwick and Montague,
+That in their chains fetter'd the kingly lion
+And made the forest tremble when they roar'd.
+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 armours watch'd the winter's night,
+Went all afoot in summer's scalding heat,
+That thou mightst repossess the crown in peace;
+And of our labours thou shalt reap the gain.
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+[Aside] I'll blast his harvest, if your head were laid;
+For yet I am not look'd on in the world.
+This shoulder was ordain'd so thick to heave;
+And heave it shall some weight, or break my back:
+Work thou the way,--and thou shalt execute.
+
+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+Clarence and Gloucester, love my lovely queen;
+And kiss your princely nephew, brothers both.
+
+ +CLARENCE +
+The duty that I owe unto your majesty
+I seal upon the lips of this sweet babe.
+
+ +QUEEN ELIZABETH +
+Thanks, noble Clarence; worthy brother, thanks.
+
+ +GLOUCESTER +
+And, that I love the tree from whence thou sprang'st,
+Witness the loving kiss I give the fruit.
+[Aside] To say the truth, so Judas kiss'd his master,
+And cried 'all hail!' when as he meant all harm.
+
+KING EDWARD IV +
+Now am I seated as my soul delights,
+Having my country's peace and brothers' loves.
+
+ +CLARENCE +
+What will your grace have done with Margaret?
+Reignier, her father, to the king of France
+Hath pawn'd the Sicils and Jerusalem,
+And hither have they sent it for her ransom.
+
+ +KING EDWARD IV +
+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 drums and trumpets! farewell sour annoy!
+For here, I hope, begins our lasting joy.
+
+ +
Exeunt
+ + +
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SCENE VII. London. The palace.

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Flourish. Enter KING EDWARD IV, QUEEN ELIZABETH, CLARENCE, GLOUCESTER, HASTINGS, a Nurse with the young Prince, and Attendants
-

KING EDWARD IV -

Once more we sit in England's royal throne,
-Re-purchased with the blood of enemies.
-What valiant foemen, like to autumn's corn,
-Have we mow'd down, in tops of all their pride!
-Three Dukes of Somerset, threefold renown'd
-For hardy and undoubted champions;
-Two Cliffords, as the father and the son,
-And two Northumberlands; two braver men
-Ne'er spurr'd their coursers at the trumpet's sound;
-With them, the two brave bears, Warwick and Montague,
-That in their chains fetter'd the kingly lion
-And made the forest tremble when they roar'd.
-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 armours watch'd the winter's night,
-Went all afoot in summer's scalding heat,
-That thou mightst repossess the crown in peace;
-And of our labours thou shalt reap the gain.
-
-
-

GLOUCESTER -

[Aside] I'll blast his harvest, if your head were laid;
-For yet I am not look'd on in the world.
-This shoulder was ordain'd so thick to heave;
-And heave it shall some weight, or break my back:
-Work thou the way,--and thou shalt execute.
-
-
-

KING EDWARD IV -

Clarence and Gloucester, love my lovely queen;
-And kiss your princely nephew, brothers both.
-
-
-

CLARENCE -

The duty that I owe unto your majesty
-I seal upon the lips of this sweet babe.
-
-
-

QUEEN ELIZABETH -

Thanks, noble Clarence; worthy brother, thanks.
-
-

GLOUCESTER -

And, that I love the tree from whence thou sprang'st,
-Witness the loving kiss I give the fruit.
- [Aside] To say the truth, so Judas kiss'd his master,
-And cried 'all hail!' when as he meant all harm.
-
-
-

KING EDWARD IV -

Now am I seated as my soul delights,
-Having my country's peace and brothers' loves.
-
-
-

CLARENCE -

What will your grace have done with Margaret?
-Reignier, her father, to the king of France
-Hath pawn'd the Sicils and Jerusalem,
-And hither have they sent it for her ransom.
-
-
-

KING EDWARD IV -

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 drums and trumpets! farewell sour annoy!
-For here, I hope, begins our lasting joy.
-
-
-
Exeunt
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SCENE VII. London. The palace.

Sound drums and trumpets! farewell sour annoy!
For here, I hope, begins our lasting joy.

Exeunt

+ + + +
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SCENE I. Rome. Before the Capitol.

Flourish. Exeunt

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SCENE II. A forest near Rome. Horns and cry of hounds heard.

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SCENE III. A lonely part of the forest.

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SCENE IV. Another part of the forest.

Exeunt

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SCENE I. Rome. A street.

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SCENE II. A room in Titus's house. A banquet set out.

Exeunt

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SCENE I. Rome. Titus's garden.

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SCENE II. The same. A room in the palace.

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SCENE III. The same. A public place.

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SCENE IV. The same. Before the palace.

Exeunt

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SCENE I. Plains near Rome.

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SCENE II. Rome. Before TITUS's house.

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SCENE I. Rome. Before the Capitol.

Be it so, Titus, and gramercy too.

Flourish. Exeunt

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SCENE II. A room in Titus's house. A banquet set out.

Come, boy, and go with me: thy sight is young,
And thou shalt read when mine begin to dazzle.

Exeunt

+ +
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SCENE II. The same. A room in the palace.

Nurse
-Good morr ow, lords:
+Good morrow, lords:
O, tell me, did you see Aaron the Moor?
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SCENE IV. The same. Before the palace.

Then go successantly, and plead to him.

Exeunt

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SCENE III. Court of TITUS's house. A banquet set out.

Then, afterwards, to order well the state,
That like events may ne'er it ruinate.

Exeunt

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SCENE II. The same. A room in the palace.

Nurse
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O, tell me, did you see Aaron the Moor?
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SCENE III. Court of TITUS's house. A banquet set out.

Then, afterwards, to order well the state,
That like events may ne'er it ruinate.

Exeunt

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ACT I

-

PROLOGUE

-
-Two households, both alike in dignity,
-In fair Verona, where we lay our scene,
-From ancient grudge break to new mutiny,
-Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean.
-From forth the fatal loins of these two foes
-A pair of star-cross'd lovers take their life;
-Whose misadventured piteous overthrows
-Do with their death bury their parents' strife.
-The fearful passage of their death-mark'd love,
-And the continuance of their parents' rage,
-Which, but their children's end, nought could remove,
-Is now the two hours' traffic of our stage;
-The which if you with patient ears attend,
-What here shall miss, our toil shall strive to mend.
-
-

SCENE I. Verona. A public place.

-

-Enter SAMPSON and GREGORY, of the house of Capulet, armed with swords and bucklers -
- -SAMPSON -
-Gregory, o' my word, we'll not carry coals.
-
- -GREGORY -
-No, for then we should be colliers.
-
- -SAMPSON -
-I mean, an we be in choler, we'll draw.
-
- -GREGORY -
-Ay, while you live, draw your neck out o' the collar.
-
- -SAMPSON -
-I strike quickly, being moved.
-
- -GREGORY -
-But thou art not quickly moved to strike.
-
- -SAMPSON -
-A dog of the house of Montague moves me.
-
- -GREGORY -
-To move is to stir; and to be valiant is to stand:
-therefore, if thou art moved, thou runn'st away.
-
- -SAMPSON -
-A dog of that house shall move me to stand: I will
-take the wall of any man or maid of Montague's.
-
- -GREGORY -
-That shows thee a weak slave; for the weakest goes
-to the wall.
-
- -SAMPSON -
-True; and therefore women, being the weaker vessels,
-are ever thrust to the wall: therefore I will push
-Montague's men from the wall, and thrust his maids
-to the wall.
-
- -GREGORY -
-The quarrel is between our masters and us their men.
-
- -SAMPSON -
-'Tis all one, I will show myself a tyrant: when I
-have fought with the men, I will be cruel with the
-maids, and cut off their heads.
-
- -GREGORY -
-The heads of the maids?
-
- -SAMPSON -
-Ay, the heads of the maids, or their maidenheads;
-take it in what sense thou wilt.
-
- -GREGORY -
-They must take it in sense that feel it.
-
- -SAMPSON -
-Me they shall feel while I am able to stand: and
-'tis known I am a pretty piece of flesh.
-
- -GREGORY -
-'Tis well thou art not fish; if thou hadst, thou
-hadst been poor John. Draw thy tool! here comes
-two of the house of the Montagues.
-
- -SAMPSON -
-My naked weapon is out: quarrel, I will back thee.
-
- -GREGORY -
-How! turn thy back and run?
-
- -SAMPSON -
-Fear me not.
-
- -GREGORY -
-No, marry; I fear thee!
-
- -SAMPSON -
-Let us take the law of our sides; let them begin.
-
- -GREGORY -
-I will frown as I pass by, and let them take it as
-they list.
-
- -SAMPSON -
-Nay, as they dare. I will bite my thumb at them;
-which is a disgrace to them, if they bear it.
-

Enter ABRAHAM and BALTHASAR

-
- -ABRAHAM -
-Do you bite your thumb at us, sir?
-
- -SAMPSON -
-I do bite my thumb, sir.
-
- -ABRAHAM -
-Do you bite your thumb at us, sir?
-
- -SAMPSON -
-[Aside to GREGORY] Is the law of our side, if I say
-ay?
-
- -GREGORY -
-No.
-
- -SAMPSON -
-No, sir, I do not bite my thumb at you, sir, but I
-bite my thumb, sir.
-
- -GREGORY -
-Do you quarrel, sir?
-
- -ABRAHAM -
-Quarrel sir! no, sir.
-
- -SAMPSON -
-If you do, sir, I am for you: I serve as good a man as you.
-
- -ABRAHAM -
-No better.
-
- -SAMPSON -
-Well, sir.
-
- -GREGORY -
-Say 'better:' here comes one of my master's kinsmen.
-
- -SAMPSON -
-Yes, better, sir.
-
- -ABRAHAM -
-You lie.
-
- -SAMPSON -
-Draw, if you be men. Gregory, remember thy swashing blow.
-

They fight

-

Enter BENVOLIO

-
- -BENVOLIO -
-Part, fools!
-Put up your swords; you know not what you do.
-

Beats down their swords

-

Enter TYBALT

-
- -TYBALT -
-What, art thou drawn among these heartless hinds?
-Turn thee, Benvolio, look upon thy death.
-
- -BENVOLIO -
-I do but keep the peace: put up thy sword,
-Or manage it to part these men with me.
-
- -TYBALT -
-What, drawn, and talk of peace! I hate the word,
-As I hate hell, all Montagues, and thee:
-Have at thee, coward!
-

They fight

-

Enter, several of both houses, who join the fray; then enter Citizens, with clubs

-
- -First Citizen -
-Clubs, bills, and partisans! strike! beat them down!
-Down with the Capulets! down with the Montagues!
-

Enter CAPULET in his gown, and LADY CAPULET

-
- -CAPULET -
-What noise is this? Give me my long sword, ho!
-
- -LADY CAPULET -
-A crutch, a crutch! why call you for a sword?
-
- -CAPULET -
-My sword, I say! Old Montague is come,
-And flourishes his blade in spite of me.
-

Enter MONTAGUE and LADY MONTAGUE

-
- -MONTAGUE -
-Thou villain Capulet,--Hold me not, let me go.
-
- -LADY MONTAGUE -
-Thou shalt not stir a foot to seek a foe.
-

Enter PRINCE, with Attendants

-
- -PRINCE -
-Rebellious subjects, enemies to peace,
-Profaners of this neighbour-stained steel,--
-Will they not hear? What, ho! you men, you beasts,
-That quench the fire of your pernicious rage
-With purple fountains issuing from your veins,
-On pain of torture, from those bloody hands
-Throw your mistemper'd weapons to the ground,
-And hear the sentence of your moved prince.
-Three civil brawls, bred of an airy word,
-By thee, old Capulet, and Montague,
-Have thrice disturb'd the quiet of our streets,
-And made Verona's ancient citizens
-Cast by their grave beseeming ornaments,
-To wield old partisans, in hands as old,
-Canker'd with peace, to part your canker'd hate:
-If ever you disturb our streets again,
-Your lives shall pay the forfeit of the peace.
-For this time, all the rest depart away:
-You Capulet; shall go along with me:
-And, Montague, come you this afternoon,
-To know our further pleasure in this case,
-To old Free-town, our common judgment-place.
-Once more, on pain of death, all men depart.
-

Exeunt all but MONTAGUE, LADY MONTAGUE, and BENVOLIO

-
- -MONTAGUE -
-Who set this ancient quarrel new abroach?
-Speak, nephew, were you by when it began?
-
- -BENVOLIO -
-Here were the servants of your adversary,
-And yours, close fighting ere I did approach:
-I drew to part them: in the instant came
-The fiery Tybalt, with his sword prepared,
-Which, as he breathed defiance to my ears,
-He swung about his head and cut the winds,
-Who nothing hurt withal hiss'd him in scorn:
-While we were interchanging thrusts and blows,
-Came more and more and fought on part and part,
-Till the prince came, who parted either part.
-
- -LADY MONTAGUE -
-O, where is Romeo? saw you him to-day?
-Right glad I am he was not at this fray.
-
- -BENVOLIO -
-Madam, an hour before the worshipp'd sun
-Peer'd forth the golden window of the east,
-A troubled mind drave me to walk abroad;
-Where, underneath the grove of sycamore
-That westward rooteth from the city's side,
-So early walking did I see your son:
-Towards him I made, but he was ware of me
-And stole into the covert of the wood:
-I, measuring his affections by my own,
-That most are busied when they're most alone,
-Pursued my humour not pursuing his,
-And gladly shunn'd who gladly fled from me.
-
- -MONTAGUE -
-Many a morning hath he there been seen,
-With tears augmenting the fresh morning dew.
-Adding to clouds more clouds with his deep sighs;
-But all so soon as the all-cheering sun
-Should in the furthest east begin to draw
-The shady curtains from Aurora's bed,
-Away from the light steals home my heavy son,
-And private in his chamber pens himself,
-Shuts up his windows, locks far daylight out
-And makes himself an artificial night:
-Black and portentous must this humour prove,
-Unless good counsel may the cause remove.
-
- -BENVOLIO -
-My noble uncle, do you know the cause?
-
- -MONTAGUE -
-I neither know it nor can learn of him.
-
- -BENVOLIO -
-Have you importuned him by any means?
-
- -MONTAGUE -
-Both by myself and many other friends:
-But he, his own affections' counsellor,
-Is to himself--I will not say how true--
-But to himself so secret and so close,
-So far from sounding and discovery,
-As is the bud bit with an envious worm,
-Ere he can spread his sweet leaves to the air,
-Or dedicate his beauty to the sun.
-Could we but learn from whence his sorrows grow.
-We would as willingly give cure as know.
-

Enter ROMEO

-
- -BENVOLIO -
-See, where he comes: so please you, step aside;
-I'll know his grievance, or be much denied.
-
- -MONTAGUE -
-I would thou wert so happy by thy stay,
-To hear true shrift. Come, madam, let's away.
-

Exeunt MONTAGUE and LADY MONTAGUE

-
- -BENVOLIO -
-Good-morrow, cousin.
-
- -ROMEO -
-Is the day so young?
-
- -BENVOLIO -
-But new struck nine.
-
- -ROMEO -
-Ay me! sad hours seem long.
-Was that my father that went hence so fast?
-
- -BENVOLIO -
-It was. What sadness lengthens Romeo's hours?
-
- -ROMEO -
-Not having that, which, having, makes them short.
-
- -BENVOLIO -
-In love?
-
- -ROMEO -
-Out--
-
- -BENVOLIO -
-Of love?
-
- -ROMEO -
-Out of her favour, where I am in love.
-
- -BENVOLIO -
-Alas, that love, so gentle in his view,
-Should be so tyrannous and rough in proof!
-
- -ROMEO -
-Alas, that love, whose view is muffled still,
-Should, without eyes, see pathways to his will!
-Where shall we dine? O me! What fray was here?
-Yet tell me not, for I have heard it all.
-Here's much to do with hate, but more with love.
-Why, then, O brawling love! O loving hate!
-O any thing, of nothing first create!
-O heavy lightness! serious vanity!
-Mis-shapen chaos of well-seeming forms!
-Feather of lead, bright smoke, cold fire,
-sick health!
-Still-waking sleep, that is not what it is!
-This love feel I, that feel no love in this.
-Dost thou not laugh?
-
- -BENVOLIO -
-No, coz, I rather weep.
-
- -ROMEO -
-Good heart, at what?
-
- -BENVOLIO -
-At thy good heart's oppression.
-
- -ROMEO -
-Why, such is love's transgression.
-Griefs of mine own lie heavy in my breast,
-Which thou wilt propagate, to have it prest
-With more of thine: this love that thou hast shown
-Doth add more grief to too much of mine own.
-Love is a smoke raised with the fume of sighs;
-Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes;
-Being vex'd a sea nourish'd with lovers' tears:
-What is it else? a madness most discreet,
-A choking gall and a preserving sweet.
-Farewell, my coz.
-
- -BENVOLIO -
- Soft! I will go along;
-An if you leave me so, you do me wrong.
-
- -ROMEO -
-Tut, I have lost myself; I am not here;
-This is not Romeo, he's some other where.
-
- -BENVOLIO -
-Tell me in sadness, who is that you love.
-
- -ROMEO -
-What, shall I groan and tell thee?
-
- -BENVOLIO -
-Groan! why, no.
-But sadly tell me who.
-
- -ROMEO -
-Bid a sick man in sadness make his will:
-Ah, word ill urged to one that is so ill!
-In sadness, cousin, I do love a woman.
-
- -BENVOLIO -
-I aim'd so near, when I supposed you loved.
-
- -ROMEO -
-A right good mark-man! And she's fair I love.
-
- -BENVOLIO -
-A right fair mark, fair coz, is soonest hit.
-
- -ROMEO -
-Well, in that hit you miss: she'll not be hit
-With Cupid's arrow; she hath Dian's wit;
-And, in strong proof of chastity well arm'd,
-From love's weak childish bow she lives unharm'd.
-She will not stay the siege of loving terms,
-Nor bide the encounter of assailing eyes,
-Nor ope her lap to saint-seducing gold:
-O, she is rich in beauty, only poor,
-That when she dies with beauty dies her store.
-
- -BENVOLIO -
-Then she hath sworn that she will still live chaste?
-
- -ROMEO -
-She hath, and in that sparing makes huge waste,
-For beauty starved with her severity
-Cuts beauty off from all posterity.
-She is too fair, too wise, wisely too fair,
-To merit bliss by making me despair:
-She hath forsworn to love, and in that vow
-Do I live dead that live to tell it now.
-
- -BENVOLIO -
-Be ruled by me, forget to think of her.
-
- -ROMEO -
-O, teach me how I should forget to think.
-
- -BENVOLIO -
-By giving liberty unto thine eyes;
-Examine other beauties.
-
- -ROMEO -
-'Tis the way
-To call hers exquisite, in question more:
-These happy masks that kiss fair ladies' brows
-Being black put us in mind they hide the fair;
-He that is strucken blind cannot forget
-The precious treasure of his eyesight lost:
-Show me a mistress that is passing fair,
-What doth her beauty serve, but as a note
-Where I may read who pass'd that passing fair?
-Farewell: thou canst not teach me to forget.
-
- -BENVOLIO -
-I'll pay that doctrine, or else die in debt.
-

Exeunt

-
-

SCENE II. A street.

-

-Enter CAPULET, PARIS, and Servant -
- -CAPULET -
-But Montague is bound as well as I,
-In penalty alike; and 'tis not hard, I think,
-For men so old as we to keep the peace.
-
- -PARIS -
-Of honourable reckoning are you both;
-And pity 'tis you lived at odds so long.
-But now, my lord, what say you to my suit?
-
- -CAPULET -
-But saying o'er what I have said before:
-My child is yet a stranger in the world;
-She hath not seen the change of fourteen years,
-Let two more summers wither in their pride,
-Ere we may think her ripe to be a bride.
-
- -PARIS -
-Younger than she are happy mothers made.
-
- -CAPULET -
-And too soon marr'd are those so early made.
-The earth hath swallow'd all my hopes but she,
-She is the hopeful lady of my earth:
-But woo her, gentle Paris, get her heart,
-My will to her consent is but a part;
-An she agree, within her scope of choice
-Lies my consent and fair according voice.
-This night I hold an old accustom'd feast,
-Whereto I have invited many a guest,
-Such as I love; and you, among the store,
-One more, most welcome, makes my number more.
-At my poor house look to behold this night
-Earth-treading stars that make dark heaven light:
-Such comfort as do lusty young men feel
-When well-apparell'd April on the heel
-Of limping winter treads, even such delight
-Among fresh female buds shall you this night
-Inherit at my house; hear all, all see,
-And like her most whose merit most shall be:
-Which on more view, of many mine being one
-May stand in number, though in reckoning none,
-Come, go with me.
-

To Servant, giving a paper

-Go, sirrah, trudge about
-Through fair Verona; find those persons out
-Whose names are written there, and to them say,
-My house and welcome on their pleasure stay.
-

Exeunt CAPULET and PARIS

-
- -Servant -
-Find them out whose names are written here! It is
-written, that the shoemaker should meddle with his
-yard, and the tailor with his last, the fisher with
-his pencil, and the painter with his nets; but I am
-sent to find those persons whose names are here
-writ, and can never find what names the writing
-person hath here writ. I must to the learned.--In good time.
-

Enter BENVOLIO and ROMEO

-
- -BENVOLIO -
-Tut, man, one fire burns out another's burning,
-One pain is lessen'd by another's anguish;
-Turn giddy, and be holp by backward turning;
-One desperate grief cures with another's languish:
-Take thou some new infection to thy eye,
-And the rank poison of the old will die.
-
- -ROMEO -
-Your plaintain-leaf is excellent for that.
-
- -BENVOLIO -
-For what, I pray thee?
-
- -ROMEO -
-For your broken shin.
-
- -BENVOLIO -
-Why, Romeo, art thou mad?
-
- -ROMEO -
-Not mad, but bound more than a mad-man is;
-Shut up in prison, kept without my food,
-Whipp'd and tormented and--God-den, good fellow.
-
- -Servant -
-God gi' god-den. I pray, sir, can you read?
-
- -ROMEO -
-Ay, mine own fortune in my misery.
-
- -Servant -
-Perhaps you have learned it without book: but, I
-pray, can you read any thing you see?
-
- -ROMEO -
-Ay, if I know the letters and the language.
-
- -Servant -
-Ye say honestly: rest you merry!
-
- -ROMEO -
-Stay, fellow; I can read.
-

Reads

-'Signior Martino and his wife and daughters;
-County Anselme and his beauteous sisters; the lady
-widow of Vitravio; Signior Placentio and his lovely
-nieces; Mercutio and his brother Valentine; mine
-uncle Capulet, his wife and daughters; my fair niece
-Rosaline; Livia; Signior Valentio and his cousin
-Tybalt, Lucio and the lively Helena.' A fair
-assembly: whither should they come?
-
- -Servant -
-Up.
-
- -ROMEO -
-Whither?
-
- -Servant -
-To supper; to our house.
-
- -ROMEO -
-Whose house?
-
- -Servant -
-My master's.
-
- -ROMEO -
-Indeed, I should have ask'd you that before.
-
- -Servant -
-Now I'll tell you without asking: my master is the
-great rich Capulet; and if you be not of the house
-of Montagues, I pray, come and crush a cup of wine.
-Rest you merry!
-

Exit

-
- -BENVOLIO -
-At this same ancient feast of Capulet's
-Sups the fair Rosaline whom thou so lovest,
-With all the admired beauties of Verona:
-Go thither; and, with unattainted eye,
-Compare her face with some that I shall show,
-And I will make thee think thy swan a crow.
-
- -ROMEO -
-When the devout religion of mine eye
-Maintains such falsehood, then turn tears to fires;
-And these, who often drown'd could never die,
-Transparent heretics, be burnt for liars!
-One fairer than my love! the all-seeing sun
-Ne'er saw her match since first the world begun.
-
- -BENVOLIO -
-Tut, you saw her fair, none else being by,
-Herself poised with herself in either eye:
-But in that crystal scales let there be weigh'd
-Your lady's love against some other maid
-That I will show you shining at this feast,
-And she shall scant show well that now shows best.
-
- -ROMEO -
-I'll go along, no such sight to be shown,
-But to rejoice in splendor of mine own.
-

Exeunt

-
-

SCENE III. A room in Capulet's house.

-

-Enter LADY CAPULET and Nurse -
- -LADY CAPULET -
-Nurse, where's my daughter? call her forth to me.
-
- -Nurse -
-Now, by my maidenhead, at twelve year old,
-I bade her come. What, lamb! what, ladybird!
-God forbid! Where's this girl? What, Juliet!
-

Enter JULIET

-
- -JULIET -
-How now! who calls?
-
- -Nurse -
-Your mother.
-
- -JULIET -
-Madam, I am here.
-What is your will?
-
- -LADY CAPULET -
-This is the matter:--Nurse, give leave awhile,
-We must talk in secret:--nurse, come back again;
-I have remember'd me, thou's hear our counsel.
-Thou know'st my daughter's of a pretty age.
-
- -Nurse -
-Faith, I can tell her age unto an hour.
-
- -LADY CAPULET -
-She's not fourteen.
-
- -Nurse -
-I'll lay fourteen of my teeth,--
-And yet, to my teeth be it spoken, I have but four--
-She is not fourteen. How long is it now
-To Lammas-tide?
-
- -LADY CAPULET -
- A fortnight and odd days.
-
- -Nurse -
-Even or odd, of all days in the year,
-Come Lammas-eve at night shall she be fourteen.
-Susan and she--God rest all Christian souls!--
-Were of an age: well, Susan is with God;
-She was too good for me: but, as I said,
-On Lammas-eve at night shall she be fourteen;
-That shall she, marry; I remember it well.
-'Tis since the earthquake now eleven years;
-And she was wean'd,--I never shall forget it,--
-Of all the days of the year, upon that day:
-For I had then laid wormwood to my dug,
-Sitting in the sun under the dove-house wall;
-My lord and you were then at Mantua:--
-Nay, I do bear a brain:--but, as I said,
-When it did taste the wormwood on the nipple
-Of my dug and felt it bitter, pretty fool,
-To see it tetchy and fall out with the dug!
-Shake quoth the dove-house: 'twas no need, I trow,
-To bid me trudge:
-And since that time it is eleven years;
-For then she could stand alone; nay, by the rood,
-She could have run and waddled all about;
-For even the day before, she broke her brow:
-And then my husband--God be with his soul!
-A' was a merry man--took up the child:
-'Yea,' quoth he, 'dost thou fall upon thy face?
-Thou wilt fall backward when thou hast more wit;
-Wilt thou not, Jule?' and, by my holidame,
-The pretty wretch left crying and said 'Ay.'
-To see, now, how a jest shall come about!
-I warrant, an I should live a thousand years,
-I never should forget it: 'Wilt thou not, Jule?' quoth he;
-And, pretty fool, it stinted and said 'Ay.'
-
- -LADY CAPULET -
-Enough of this; I pray thee, hold thy peace.
-
- -Nurse -
-Yes, madam: yet I cannot choose but laugh,
-To think it should leave crying and say 'Ay.'
-And yet, I warrant, it had upon its brow
-A bump as big as a young cockerel's stone;
-A parlous knock; and it cried bitterly:
-'Yea,' quoth my husband,'fall'st upon thy face?
-Thou wilt fall backward when thou comest to age;
-Wilt thou not, Jule?' it stinted and said 'Ay.'
-
- -JULIET -
-And stint thou too, I pray thee, nurse, say I.
-
- -Nurse -
-Peace, I have done. God mark thee to his grace!
-Thou wast the prettiest babe that e'er I nursed:
-An I might live to see thee married once,
-I have my wish.
-
- -LADY CAPULET -
-Marry, that 'marry' is the very theme
-I came to talk of. Tell me, daughter Juliet,
-How stands your disposition to be married?
-
- -JULIET -
-It is an honour that I dream not of.
-
- -Nurse -
-An honour! were not I thine only nurse,
-I would say thou hadst suck'd wisdom from thy teat.
-
- -LADY CAPULET -
-Well, think of marriage now; younger than you,
-Here in Verona, ladies of esteem,
-Are made already mothers: by my count,
-I was your mother much upon these years
-That you are now a maid. Thus then in brief:
-The valiant Paris seeks you for his love.
-
- -Nurse -
-A man, young lady! lady, such a man
-As all the world--why, he's a man of wax.
-
- -LADY CAPULET -
-Verona's summer hath not such a flower.
-
- -Nurse -
-Nay, he's a flower; in faith, a very flower.
-
- -LADY CAPULET -
-What say you? can you love the gentleman?
-This night you shall behold him at our feast;
-Read o'er the volume of young Paris' face,
-And find delight writ there with beauty's pen;
-Examine every married lineament,
-And see how one another lends content
-And what obscured in this fair volume lies
-Find written in the margent of his eyes.
-This precious book of love, this unbound lover,
-To beautify him, only lacks a cover:
-The fish lives in the sea, and 'tis much pride
-For fair without the fair within to hide:
-That book in many's eyes doth share the glory,
-That in gold clasps locks in the golden story;
-So shall you share all that he doth possess,
-By having him, making yourself no less.
-
- -Nurse -
-No less! nay, bigger; women grow by men.
-
- -LADY CAPULET -
-Speak briefly, can you like of Paris' love?
-
- -JULIET -
-I'll look to like, if looking liking move:
-But no more deep will I endart mine eye
-Than your consent gives strength to make it fly.
-

Enter a Servant

-
- -Servant -
-Madam, the guests are come, supper served up, you
-called, my young lady asked for, the nurse cursed in
-the pantry, and every thing in extremity. I must
-hence to wait; I beseech you, follow straight.
-
- -LADY CAPULET -
-We follow thee.
-

Exit Servant

-Juliet, the county stays.
-
- -Nurse -
-Go, girl, seek happy nights to happy days.
-

Exeunt

-
-

SCENE IV. A street.

-

-Enter ROMEO, MERCUTIO, BENVOLIO, with five or six Maskers, Torch-bearers, and others -
- -ROMEO -
-What, shall this speech be spoke for our excuse?
-Or shall we on without a apology?
-
- -BENVOLIO -
-The date is out of such prolixity:
-We'll have no Cupid hoodwink'd with a scarf,
-Bearing a Tartar's painted bow of lath,
-Scaring the ladies like a crow-keeper;
-Nor no without-book prologue, faintly spoke
-After the prompter, for our entrance:
-But let them measure us by what they will;
-We'll measure them a measure, and be gone.
-
- -ROMEO -
-Give me a torch: I am not for this ambling;
-Being but heavy, I will bear the light.
-
- -MERCUTIO -
-Nay, gentle Romeo, we must have you dance.
-
- -ROMEO -
-Not I, believe me: you have dancing shoes
-With nimble soles: I have a soul of lead
-So stakes me to the ground I cannot move.
-
- -MERCUTIO -
-You are a lover; borrow Cupid's wings,
-And soar with them above a common bound.
-
- -ROMEO -
-I am too sore enpierced with his shaft
-To soar with his light feathers, and so bound,
-I cannot bound a pitch above dull woe:
-Under love's heavy burden do I sink.
-
- -MERCUTIO -
-And, to sink in it, should you burden love;
-Too great oppression for a tender thing.
-
- -ROMEO -
-Is love a tender thing? it is too rough,
-Too rude, too boisterous, and it pricks like thorn.
-
- -MERCUTIO -
-If love be rough with you, be rough with love;
-Prick love for pricking, and you beat love down.
-Give me a case to put my visage in:
-A visor for a visor! what care I
-What curious eye doth quote deformities?
-Here are the beetle brows shall blush for me.
-
- -BENVOLIO -
-Come, knock and enter; and no sooner in,
-But every man betake him to his legs.
-
- -ROMEO -
-A torch for me: let wantons light of heart
-Tickle the senseless rushes with their heels,
-For I am proverb'd with a grandsire phrase;
-I'll be a candle-holder, and look on.
-The game was ne'er so fair, and I am done.
-
- -MERCUTIO -
-Tut, dun's the mouse, the constable's own word:
-If thou art dun, we'll draw thee from the mire
-Of this sir-reverence love, wherein thou stick'st
-Up to the ears. Come, we burn daylight, ho!
-
- -ROMEO -
-Nay, that's not so.
-
- -MERCUTIO -
-I mean, sir, in delay
-We waste our lights in vain, like lamps by day.
-Take our good meaning, for our judgment sits
-Five times in that ere once in our five wits.
-
- -ROMEO -
-And we mean well in going to this mask;
-But 'tis no wit to go.
-
- -MERCUTIO -
-Why, may one ask?
-
- -ROMEO -
-I dream'd a dream to-night.
-
- -MERCUTIO -
-And so did I.
-
- -ROMEO -
-Well, what was yours?
-
- -MERCUTIO -
-That dreamers often lie.
-
- -ROMEO -
-In bed asleep, while they do dream things true.
-
- -MERCUTIO -
-O, then, I see Queen Mab hath been with you.
-She is the fairies' midwife, and she comes
-In shape no bigger than an agate-stone
-On the fore-finger of an alderman,
-Drawn with a team of little atomies
-Athwart men's noses as they lie asleep;
-Her wagon-spokes made of long spiders' legs,
-The cover of the wings of grasshoppers,
-The traces of the smallest spider's web,
-The collars of the moonshine's watery beams,
-Her whip of cricket's bone, the lash of film,
-Her wagoner a small grey-coated gnat,
-Not so big as a round little worm
-Prick'd from the lazy finger of a maid;
-Her chariot is an empty hazel-nut
-Made by the joiner squirrel or old grub,
-Time out o' mind the fairies' coachmakers.
-And in this state she gallops night by night
-Through lovers' brains, and then they dream of love;
-O'er courtiers' knees, that dream on court'sies straight,
-O'er lawyers' fingers, who straight dream on fees,
-O'er ladies ' lips, who straight on kisses dream,
-Which oft the angry Mab with blisters plagues,
-Because their breaths with sweetmeats tainted are:
-Sometime she gallops o'er a courtier's nose,
-And then dreams he of smelling out a suit;
-And sometime comes she with a tithe-pig's tail
-Tickling a parson's nose as a' lies asleep,
-Then dreams, he of another benefice:
-Sometime she driveth o'er a soldier's neck,
-And then dreams he of cutting foreign throats,
-Of breaches, ambuscadoes, Spanish blades,
-Of healths five-fathom deep; and then anon
-Drums in his ear, at which he starts and wakes,
-And being thus frighted swears a prayer or two
-And sleeps again. This is that very Mab
-That plats the manes of horses in the night,
-And bakes the elflocks in foul sluttish hairs,
-Which once untangled, much misfortune bodes:
-This is the hag, when maids lie on their backs,
-That presses them and learns them first to bear,
-Making them women of good carriage:
-This is she--
-
- -ROMEO -
- Peace, peace, Mercutio, peace!
-Thou talk'st of nothing.
-
- -MERCUTIO -
-True, I talk of dreams,
-Which are the children of an idle brain,
-Begot of nothing but vain fantasy,
-Which is as thin of substance as the air
-And more inconstant than the wind, who wooes
-Even now the frozen bosom of the north,
-And, being anger'd, puffs away from thence,
-Turning his face to the dew-dropping south.
-
- -BENVOLIO -
-This wind, you talk of, blows us from ourselves;
-Supper is done, and we shall come too late.
-
- -ROMEO -
-I fear, too early: for my mind misgives
-Some consequence yet hanging in the stars
-Shall bitterly begin his fearful date
-With this night's revels and expire the term
-Of a despised life closed in my breast
-By some vile forfeit of untimely death.
-But He, that hath the steerage of my course,
-Direct my sail! On, lusty gentlemen.
-
- -BENVOLIO -
-Strike, drum.
-

Exeunt

-
-

SCENE V. A hall in Capulet's house.

-

-Musicians waiting. Enter Servingmen with napkins -
- -First Servant -
-Where's Potpan, that he helps not to take away? He
-shift a trencher? he scrape a trencher!
-
- -Second Servant -
-When good manners shall lie all in one or two men's
-hands and they unwashed too, 'tis a foul thing.
-
- -First Servant -
-Away with the joint-stools, remove the
-court-cupboard, look to the plate. Good thou, save
-me a piece of marchpane; and, as thou lovest me, let
-the porter let in Susan Grindstone and Nell.
-Antony, and Potpan!
-
- -Second Servant -
-Ay, boy, ready.
-
- -First Servant -
-You are looked for and called for, asked for and
-sought for, in the great chamber.
-
- -Second Servant -
-We cannot be here and there too. Cheerly, boys; be
-brisk awhile, and the longer liver take all.
-

Enter CAPULET, with JULIET and others of his house, meeting the Guests and Maskers

-
- -CAPULET -
-Welcome, gentlemen! ladies that have their toes
-Unplagued with corns will have a bout with you.
-Ah ha, my mistresses! which of you all
-Will now deny to dance? she that makes dainty,
-She, I'll swear, hath corns; am I come near ye now?
-Welcome, gentlemen! I have seen the day
-That I have worn a visor and could tell
-A whispering tale in a fair lady's ear,
-Such as would please: 'tis gone, 'tis gone, 'tis gone:
-You are welcome, gentlemen! come, musicians, play.
-A hall, a hall! give room! and foot it, girls.
-

Music plays, and they dance

-More light, you knaves; and turn the tables up,
-And quench the fire, the room is grown too hot.
-Ah, sirrah, this unlook'd-for sport comes well.
-Nay, sit, nay, sit, good cousin Capulet;
-For you and I are past our dancing days:
-How long is't now since last yourself and I
-Were in a mask?
-
- -Second Capulet -
- By'r lady, thirty years.
-
- -CAPULET -
-What, man! 'tis not so much, 'tis not so much:
-'Tis since the nuptials of Lucentio,
-Come pentecost as quickly as it will,
-Some five and twenty years; and then we mask'd.
-
- -Second Capulet -
-'Tis more, 'tis more, his son is elder, sir;
-His son is thirty.
-
- -CAPULET -
- Will you tell me that?
-His son was but a ward two years ago.
-
- -ROMEO -
-[To a Servingman] What lady is that, which doth
-enrich the hand
-Of yonder knight?
-
- -Servant -
-I know not, sir.
-
- -ROMEO -
-O, she doth teach the torches to burn bright!
-It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night
-Like a rich jewel in an Ethiope's ear;
-Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear!
-So shows a snowy dove trooping with crows,
-As yonder lady o'er her fellows shows.
-The measure done, I'll watch her place of stand,
-And, touching hers, make blessed my rude hand.
-Did my heart love till now? forswear it, sight!
-For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night.
-
- -TYBALT -
-This, by his voice, should be a Montague.
-Fetch me my rapier, boy. What dares the slave
-Come hither, cover'd with an antic face,
-To fleer and scorn at our solemnity?
-Now, by the stock and honour of my kin,
-To strike him dead, I hold it not a sin.
-
- -CAPULET -
-Why, how now, kinsman! wherefore storm you so?
-
- -TYBALT -
-Uncle, this is a Montague, our foe,
-A villain that is hither come in spite,
-To scorn at our solemnity this night.
-
- -CAPULET -
-Young Romeo is it?
-
- -TYBALT -
-'Tis he, that villain Romeo.
-
- -CAPULET -
-Content thee, gentle coz, let him alone;
-He bears him like a portly gentleman;
-And, to say truth, Verona brags of him
-To be a virtuous and well-govern'd youth:
-I would not for the wealth of all the town
-Here in my house do him disparagement:
-Therefore be patient, take no note of him:
-It is my will, the which if thou respect,
-Show a fair presence and put off these frowns,
-And ill-beseeming semblance for a feast.
-
- -TYBALT -
-It fits, when such a villain is a guest:
-I'll not endure him.
-
- -CAPULET -
-He shall be endured:
-What, goodman boy! I say, he shall: go to;
-Am I the master here, or you? go to.
-You'll not endure him! God shall mend my soul!
-You'll make a mutiny among my guests!
-You will set cock-a-hoop! you'll be the man!
-
- -TYBALT -
-Why, uncle, 'tis a shame.
-
- -CAPULET -
-Go to, go to;
-You are a saucy boy: is't so, indeed?
-This trick may chance to scathe you, I know what:
-You must contrary me! marry, 'tis time.
-Well said, my hearts! You are a princox; go:
-Be quiet, or--More light, more light! For shame!
-I'll make you quiet. What, cheerly, my hearts!
-
- -TYBALT -
-Patience perforce with wilful choler meeting
-Makes my flesh tremble in their different greeting.
-I will withdraw: but this intrusion shall
-Now seeming sweet convert to bitter gall.
-

Exit

-
- -ROMEO -
-[To JULIET] If I profane with my unworthiest hand
-This holy shrine, the gentle fine is this:
-My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand
-To smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss.
-
- -JULIET -
-Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much,
-Which mannerly devotion shows in this;
-For saints have hands that pilgrims' hands do touch,
-And palm to palm is holy palmers' kiss.
-
- -ROMEO -
-Have not saints lips, and holy palmers too?
-
- -JULIET -
-Ay, pilgrim, lips that they must use in prayer.
-
- -ROMEO -
-O, then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do;
-They pray, grant thou, lest faith turn to despair.
-
- -JULIET -
-Saints do not move, though grant for prayers' sake.
-
- -ROMEO -
-Then move not, while my prayer's effect I take.
-Thus from my lips, by yours, my sin is purged.
-
- -JULIET -
-Then have my lips the sin that they have took.
-
- -ROMEO -
-Sin from thy lips? O trespass sweetly urged!
-Give me my sin again.
-
- -JULIET -
-You kiss by the book.
-
- -Nurse -
-Madam, your mother craves a word with you.
-
- -ROMEO -
-What is her mother?
-
- -Nurse -
-Marry, bachelor,
-Her mother is the lady of the house,
-And a good lady, and a wise and virtuous
-I nursed her daughter, that you talk'd withal;
-I tell you, he that can lay hold of her
-Shall have the chinks.
-
- -ROMEO -
-Is she a Capulet?
-O dear account! my life is my foe's debt.
-
- -BENVOLIO -
-Away, begone; the sport is at the best.
-
- -ROMEO -
-Ay, so I fear; the more is my unrest.
-
- -CAPULET -
-Nay, gentlemen, prepare not to be gone;
-We have a trifling foolish banquet towards.
-Is it e'en so? why, then, I thank you all
-I thank you, honest gentlemen; good night.
-More torches here! Come on then, let's to bed.
-Ah, sirrah, by my fay, it waxes late:
-I'll to my rest.
-

Exeunt all but JULIET and Nurse

-
- -JULIET -
-Come hither, nurse. What is yond gentleman?
-
- -Nurse -
-The son and heir of old Tiberio.
-
- -JULIET -
-What's he that now is going out of door?
-
- -Nurse -
-Marry, that, I think, be young Petrucio.
-
- -JULIET -
-What's he that follows there, that would not dance?
-
- -Nurse -
-I know not.
-
- -JULIET -
-Go ask his name: if he be married.
-My grave is like to be my wedding bed.
-
- -Nurse -
-His name is Romeo, and a Montague;
-The only son of your great enemy.
-
- -JULIET -
-My only love sprung from my only hate!
-Too early seen unknown, and known too late!
-Prodigious birth of love it is to me,
-That I must love a loathed enemy.
-
- -Nurse -
-What's this? what's this?
-
- -JULIET -
-A rhyme I learn'd even now
-Of one I danced withal.
-

One calls within 'Juliet.'

-
- -Nurse -
-Anon, anon!
-Come, let's away; the strangers all are gone.
-

Exeunt

-

-

ACT II

-

PROLOGUE

-

-Enter Chorus -
- -Chorus -
-Now old desire doth in his death-bed lie,
-And young affection gapes to be his heir;
-That fair for which love groan'd for and would die,
-With tender Juliet match'd, is now not fair.
-Now Romeo is beloved and loves again,
-Alike betwitched by the charm of looks,
-But to his foe supposed he must complain,
-And she steal love's sweet bait from fearful hooks:
-Being held a foe, he may not have access
-To breathe such vows as lovers use to swear;
-And she as much in love, her means much less
-To meet her new-beloved any where:
-But passion lends them power, time means, to meet
-Tempering extremities with extreme sweet.
-

Exit

-
-

SCENE I. A lane by the wall of Capulet's orchard.

-

-Enter ROMEO -
- -ROMEO -
-Can I go forward when my heart is here?
-Turn back, dull earth, and find thy centre out.
-

He climbs the wall, and leaps down within it

-

Enter BENVOLIO and MERCUTIO

-
- -BENVOLIO -
-Romeo! my cousin Romeo!
-
- -MERCUTIO -
-He is wise;
-And, on my lie, hath stol'n him home to bed.
-
- -BENVOLIO -
-He ran this way, and leap'd this orchard wall:
-Call, good Mercutio.
-
- -MERCUTIO -
-Nay, I'll conjure too.
-Romeo! humours! madman! passion! lover!
-Appear thou in the likeness of a sigh:
-Speak but one rhyme, and I am satisfied;
-Cry but 'Ay me!' pronounce but 'love' and 'dove;'
-Speak to my gossip Venus one fair word,
-One nick-name for her purblind son and heir,
-Young Adam Cupid, he that shot so trim,
-When King Cophetua loved the beggar-maid!
-He heareth not, he stirreth not, he moveth not;
-The ape is dead, and I must conjure him.
-I conjure thee by Rosaline's bright eyes,
-By her high forehead and her scarlet lip,
-By her fine foot, straight leg and quivering thigh
-And the demesnes that there adjacent lie,
-That in thy likeness thou appear to us!
-
- -BENVOLIO -
-And if he hear thee, thou wilt anger him.
-
- -MERCUTIO -
-This cannot anger him: 'twould anger him
-To raise a spirit in his mistress' circle
-Of some strange nature, letting it there stand
-Till she had laid it and conjured it down;
-That were some spite: my invocation
-Is fair and honest, and in his mistres s' name
-I conjure only but to raise up him.
-
- -BENVOLIO -
-Come, he hath hid himself among these trees,
-To be consorted with the humorous night:
-Blind is his love and best befits the dark.
-
- -MERCUTIO -
-If love be blind, love cannot hit the mark.
-Now will he sit under a medlar tree,
-And wish his mistress were that kind of fruit
-As maids call medlars, when they laugh alone.
-Romeo, that she were, O, that she were
-An open et caetera, thou a poperin pear!
-Romeo, good night: I'll to my truckle-bed;
-This field-bed is too cold for me to sleep:
-Come, shall we go?
-
- -BENVOLIO -
- Go, then; for 'tis in vain
-To seek him here that means not to be found.
-

Exeunt

-
-

SCENE II. Capulet's orchard.

-

-Enter ROMEO -
- -ROMEO -
-He jests at scars that never felt a wound.
-

JULIET appears above at a window

-But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks?
-It is the east, and Juliet is the sun.
-Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon,
-Who is already sick and pale with grief,
-That thou her maid art far more fair than she:
-Be not her maid, since she is envious;
-Her vestal livery is but sick and green
-And none but fools do wear it; cast it off.
-It is my lady, O, it is my love!
-O, that she knew she were!
-She speaks yet she says nothing: what of that?
-Her eye discourses; I will answer it.
-I am too bold, 'tis not to me she speaks:
-Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven,
-Having some business, do entreat her eyes
-To twinkle in their spheres till they return.
-What if her eyes were there, they in her head?
-The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars,
-As daylight doth a lamp; her eyes in heaven
-Would through the airy region stream so bright
-That birds would sing and think it were not night.
-See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand!
-O, that I were a glove upon that hand,
-That I might touch that cheek!
-
- -JULIET -
-Ay me!
-
- -ROMEO -
-She speaks:
-O, speak again, bright angel! for thou art
-As glorious to this night, being o'er my head
-As is a winged messenger of heaven
-Unto the white-upturned wondering eyes
-Of mortals that fall back to gaze on him
-When he bestrides the lazy-pacing clouds
-And sails upon the bosom of the air.
-
- -JULIET -
-O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo?
-Deny thy father and refuse thy name;
-Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love,
-And I'll no longer be a Capulet.
-
- -ROMEO -
-[Aside] Shall I hear more, or shall I speak at this?
-
- -JULIET -
-'Tis but thy name that is my enemy;
-Thou art thyself, though not a Montague.
-What's Montague? it is nor hand, nor foot,
-Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part
-Belonging to a man. O, be some other name!
-What's in a name? that which we call a rose
-By any other name would smell as sweet;
-So Romeo would, were he not Romeo call'd,
-Retain that dear perfection which he owes
-Without that title. Romeo, doff thy name,
-And for that name which is no part of thee
-Take all myself.
-
- -ROMEO -
- I take thee at thy word:
-Call me but love, and I'll be new baptized;
-Henceforth I never will be Romeo.
-
- -JULIET -
-What man art thou that thus bescreen'd in night
-So stumblest on my counsel?
-
- -ROMEO -
-By a name
-I know not how to tell thee who I am:
-My name, dear saint, is hateful to myself,
-Because it is an enemy to thee;
-Had I it written, I would tear the word.
-
- -JULIET -
-My ears have not yet drunk a hundred words
-Of that tongue's utterance, yet I know the sound:
-Art thou not Romeo and a Montague?
-
- -ROMEO -
-Neither, fair saint, if either thee dislike.
-
- -JULIET -
-How camest thou hither, tell me, and wherefore?
-The orchard walls are high and hard to climb,
-And the place death, considering who thou art,
-If any of my kinsmen find thee here.
-
- -ROMEO -
-With love's light wings did I o'er-perch these walls;
-For stony limits cannot hold love out,
-And what love can do that dares love attempt;
-Therefore thy kinsmen are no let to me.
-
- -JULIET -
-If they do see thee, they will murder thee.
-
- -ROMEO -
-Alack, there lies more peril in thine eye
-Than twenty of their swords: look thou but sweet,
-And I am proof against their enmity.
-
- -JULIET -
-I would not for the world they saw thee here.
-
- -ROMEO -
-I have night's cloak to hide me from their sight;
-And but thou love me, let them find me here:
-My life were better ended by their hate,
-Than death prorogued, wanting of thy love.
-
- -JULIET -
-By whose direction found'st thou out this place?
-
- -ROMEO -
-By love, who first did prompt me to inquire;
-He lent me counsel and I lent him eyes.
-I am no pilot; yet, wert thou as far
-As that vast shore wash'd with the farthest sea,
-I would adventure for such merchandise.
-
- -JULIET -
-Thou know'st the mask of night is on my face,
-Else would a maiden blush bepaint my cheek
-For that which thou hast heard me speak to-night
-Fain would I dwell on form, fain, fain deny
-What I have spoke: but farewell compliment!
-Dost thou love me? I know thou wilt say 'Ay,'
-And I will take thy word: yet if thou swear'st,
-Thou mayst prove false; at lovers' perjuries
-Then say, Jove laughs. O gentle Romeo,
-If thou dost love, pronounce it faithfully:
-Or if thou think'st I am too quickly won,
-I'll frown and be perverse an say thee nay,
-So thou wilt woo; but else, not for the world.
-In truth, fair Montague, I am too fond,
-And therefore thou mayst think my 'havior light:
-But trust me, gentleman, I'll prove more true
-Than those that have more cunning to be strange.
-I should have been more strange, I must confess,
-But that thou overheard'st, ere I was ware,
-My true love's passion: therefore pardon me,
-And not impute this yielding to light love,
-Which the dark night hath so discovered.
-
- -ROMEO -
-Lady, by yonder blessed moon I swear
-That tips with silver all these fruit-tree tops--
-
- -JULIET -
-O, swear not by the moon, the inconstant moon,
-That monthly changes in her circled orb,
-Lest that thy love prove likewise variable.
-
- -ROMEO -
-What shall I swear by?
-
- -JULIET -
-Do not swear at all;
-Or, if thou wilt, swear by thy gracious self,
-Which is the god of my idolatry,
-And I'll believe thee.
-
- -ROMEO -
-If my heart's dear love--
-
- -JULIET -
-Well, do not swear: although I joy in thee,
-I have no joy of this contract to-night:
-It is too rash, too unadvised, too sudden;
-Too like the lightning, which doth cease to be
-Ere one can say 'It lightens.' Sweet, good night!
-This bud of love, by summer's ripening breath,
-May prove a beauteous flower when next we meet.
-Good night, good night! as sweet repose and rest
-Come to thy heart as that within my breast!
-
- -ROMEO -
-O, wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied?
-
- -JULIET -
-What satisfaction canst thou have to-night?
-
- -ROMEO -
-The exchange of thy love's faithful vow for mine.
-
- -JULIET -
-I gave thee mine before thou didst request it:
-And yet I would it were to give again.
-
- -ROMEO -
-Wouldst thou withdraw it? for what purpose, love?
-
- -JULIET -
-But to be frank, and give it thee again.
-And yet I wish but for the thing I have:
-My bounty is as boundless as the sea,
-My love as deep; the more I give to thee,
-The more I have, for both are infinite.
-

Nurse calls within

-I hear some noise within; dear love, adieu!
-Anon, good nurse! Sweet Montague, be true.
-Stay but a little, I will come again.
-

Exit, above

-
- -ROMEO -
-O blessed, blessed night! I am afeard.
-Being in night, all this is but a dream,
-Too flattering-sweet to be substantial.
-

Re-enter JULIET, above

-
- -JULIET -
-Three words, dear Romeo, and good night indeed.
-If that thy bent of love be honourable,
-Thy purpose marriage, send me word to-morrow,
-By one that I'll procure to come to thee,
-Where and what time thou wilt perform the rite;
-And all my fortunes at thy foot I'll lay
-And follow thee my lord throughout the world.
-
- -Nurse -
-[Within] Madam!
-
- -JULIET -
-I come, anon.--But if thou mean'st not well,
-I do beseech thee--
-
- -Nurse -
-[Within] Madam!
-
- -JULIET -
-By and by, I come:--
-To cease thy suit, and leave me to my grief:
-To-morrow will I send.
-
- -ROMEO -
-So thrive my soul--
-
- -JULIET -
-A thousand times good night!
-

Exit, above

-
- -ROMEO -
-A thousand times the worse, to want thy light.
-Love goes toward love, as schoolboys from
-their books,
-But love from love, toward school with heavy looks.
-

Retiring

-

Re-enter JULIET, above

-
- -JULIET -
-Hist! Romeo, hist! O, for a falconer's voice,
-To lure this tassel-gentle back again!
-Bondage is hoarse, and may not speak aloud;
-Else would I tear the cave where Echo lies,
-And make her airy tongue more hoarse than mine,
-With repetition of my Romeo's name.
-
- -ROMEO -
-It is my soul that calls upon my name:
-How silver-sweet sound lovers' tongues by night,
-Like softest music to attending ears!
-
- -JULIET -
-Romeo!
-
- -ROMEO -
- My dear?
-
- -JULIET -
- At what o'clock to-morrow
-Shall I send to thee?
-
- -ROMEO -
-At the hour of nine.
-
- -JULIET -
-I will not fail: 'tis twenty years till then.
-I have forgot why I did call thee back.
-
- -ROMEO -
-Let me stand here till thou remember it.
-
- -JULIET -
-I shall forget, to have thee still stand there,
-Remembering how I love thy company.
-
- -ROMEO -
-And I'll still stay, to have thee still forget,
-Forgetting any other home but this.
-
- -JULIET -
-'Tis almost morning; I would have thee gone:
-And yet no further than a wanton's bird;
-Who lets it hop a little from her hand,
-Like a poor prisoner in his twisted gyves,
-And with a silk thread plucks it back again,
-So loving-jealous of his liberty.
-
- -ROMEO -
-I would I were thy bird.
-
- -JULIET -
-Sweet, so would I:
-Yet I should kill thee with much cherishing.
-Good night, good night! parting is such
-sweet sorrow,
-That I shall say good night till it be morrow.
-

Exit above

-
- -ROMEO -
-Sleep dwell upon thine eyes, peace in thy breast!
-Would I were sleep and peace, so sweet to rest!
-Hence will I to my ghostly father's cell,
-His help to crave, and my dear hap to tell.
-

Exit

-
-

SCENE III. Friar Laurence's cell.

-

-Enter FRIAR LAURENCE, with a basket -
- -FRIAR LAURENCE -
-The grey-eyed morn smiles on the frowning night,
-Chequering the eastern clouds with streaks of light,
-And flecked darkness like a drunkard reels
-From forth day's path and Titan's fiery wheels:
-Now, ere the sun advance his burning eye,
-The day to cheer and night's dank dew to dry,
-I must up-fill this osier cage of ours
-With baleful weeds and precious-juiced flowers.
-The earth that's nature's mother is her tomb;
-What is her burying grave that is her womb,
-And from her womb children of divers kind
-We sucking on her natural bosom find,
-Many for many virtues excellent,
-None but for some and yet all different.
-O, mickle is the powerful grace that lies
-In herbs, plants, stones, and their true qualities:
-For nought so vile that on the earth doth live
-But to the earth some special good doth give,
-Nor aught so good but strain'd from that fair use
-Revolts from true birth, stumbling on abuse:
-Virtue itself turns vice, being misapplied;
-And vice sometimes by action dignified.
-Within the infant rind of this small flower
-Poison hath residence and medicine power:
-For this, being smelt, with that part cheers each part;
-Being tasted, slays all senses with the heart.
-Two such opposed kings encamp them still
-In man as well as herbs, grace and rude will;
-And where the worser is predominant,
-Full soon the canker death eats up that plant.
-

Enter ROMEO

-
- -ROMEO -
-Good morrow, father.
-
- -FRIAR LAURENCE -
-Benedicite!
-What early tongue so sweet saluteth me?
-Young son, it argues a distemper'd head
-So soon to bid good morrow to thy bed:
-Care keeps his watch in every old man's eye,
-And where care lodges, sleep will never lie;
-But where unbruised youth with unstuff'd brain
-Doth couch his limbs, there golden sleep doth reign:
-Therefore thy earliness doth me assure
-Thou art up-roused by some distemperature;
-Or if not so, then here I hit it right,
-Our Romeo hath not been in bed to-night.
-
- -ROMEO -
-That last is true; the sweeter rest was mine.
-
- -FRIAR LAURENCE -
-God pardon sin! wast thou with Rosaline?
-
- -ROMEO -
-With Rosaline, my ghostly father? no;
-I have forgot that name, and that name's woe.
-
- -FRIAR LAURENCE -
-That's my good son: but where hast thou been, then?
-
- -ROMEO -
-I'll tell thee, ere thou ask it me again.
-I have been feasting with mine enemy,
-Where on a sudden one hath wounded me,
-That's by me wounded: both our remedies
-Within thy help and holy physic lies:
-I bear no hatred, blessed man, for, lo,
-My intercession likewise steads my foe.
-
- -FRIAR LAURENCE -
-Be plain, good son, and homely in thy drift;
-Riddling confession finds but riddling shrift.
-
- -ROMEO -
-Then plainly know my heart's dear love is set
-On the fair daughter of rich Capulet:
-As mine on hers, so hers is set on mine;
-And all combined, save what thou must combine
-By holy marriage: when and where and how
-We met, we woo'd and made exchange of vow,
-I'll tell thee as we pass; but this I pray,
-That thou consent to marry us to-day.
-
- -FRIAR LAURENCE -
-Holy Saint Francis, what a change is here!
-Is Rosaline, whom thou didst love so dear,
-So soon forsaken? young men's love then lies
-Not truly in their hearts, but in their eyes.
-Jesu Maria, what a deal of brine
-Hath wash'd thy sallow cheeks for Rosaline!
-How much salt water thrown away in waste,
-To season love, that of it doth not taste!
-The sun not yet thy sighs from heaven clears,
-Thy old groans ring yet in my ancient ears;
-Lo, here upon thy cheek the stain doth sit
-Of an old tear that is not wash'd off yet:
-If e'er thou wast thyself and these woes thine,
-Thou and these woes were all for Rosaline:
-And art thou changed? pronounce this sentence then,
-Women may fall, when there's no strength in men.
-
- -ROMEO -
-Thou chid'st me oft for loving Rosaline.
-
- -FRIAR LAURENCE -
-For doting, not for loving, pupil mine.
-
- -ROMEO -
-And bad'st me bury love.
-
- -FRIAR LAURENCE -
-Not in a grave,
-To lay one in, another out to have.
-
- -ROMEO -
-I pray thee, chide not; she whom I love now
-Doth grace for grace and love for love allow;
-The other did not so.
-
- -FRIAR LAURENCE -
-O, she knew well
-Thy love did read by rote and could not spell.
-But come, young waverer, come, go with me,
-In one respect I'll thy assistant be;
-For this alliance may so happy prove,
-To turn your households' rancour to pure love.
-
- -ROMEO -
-O, let us hence; I stand on sudden haste.
-
- -FRIAR LAURENCE -
-Wisely and slow; they stumble that run fast.
-

Exeunt

-
-

SCENE IV. A street.

-

-Enter BENVOLIO and MERCUTIO -
- -MERCUTIO -
-Where the devil should this Romeo be?
-Came he not home to-night?
-
- -BENVOLIO -
-Not to his father's; I spoke with his man.
-
- -MERCUTIO -
-Ah, that same pale hard-hearted wench, that Rosaline.
-Torments him so, that he will sure run mad.
-
- -BENVOLIO -
-Tybalt, the kinsman of old Capulet,
-Hath sent a letter to his father's house.
-
- -MERCUTIO -
-A challenge, on my life.
-
- -BENVOLIO -
-Romeo will answer it.
-
- -MERCUTIO -
-Any man that can write may answer a letter.
-
- -BENVOLIO -
-Nay, he will answer the letter's master, how he
-dares, being dared.
-
- -MERCUTIO -
-Alas poor Romeo! he is already dead; stabbed with a
-white wench's black eye; shot through the ear with a
-love-song; the very pin of his heart cleft with the
-blind bow-boy's butt-shaft: and is he a man to
-encounter Tybalt?
-
- -BENVOLIO -
-Why, what is Tybalt?
-
- -MERCUTIO -
-More than prince of cats, I can tell you. O, he is
-the courageous captain of compliments. He fights as
-you sing prick-song, keeps time, distance, and
-proportion; rests me his minim rest, one, two, and
-the third in your bosom: the very butcher of a silk
-button, a duellist, a duellist; a gentleman of the
-very first house, of the first and second cause:
-ah, the immortal passado! the punto reverso! the
-hai!
-
- -BENVOLIO -
-The what?
-
- -MERCUTIO -
-The pox of such antic, lisping, affecting
-fantasticoes; these new tuners of accents! 'By Jesu,
-a very good blade! a very tall man! a very good
-whore!' Why, is not this a lamentable thing,
-grandsire, that we should be thus afflicted with
-these strange flies, these fashion-mongers, these
-perdona-mi's, who stand so much on the new form,
-that they cannot at ease on the old bench? O, their
-bones, their bones!
-

Enter ROMEO

-
- -BENVOLIO -
-Here comes Romeo, here comes Romeo.
-
- -MERCUTIO -
-Without his roe, like a dried herring: flesh, flesh,
-how art thou fishified! Now is he for the numbers
-that Petrarch flowed in: Laura to his lady was but a
-kitchen-wench; marry, she had a better love to
-be-rhyme her; Dido a dowdy; Cleopatra a gipsy;
-Helen and Hero hildings and harlots; Thisbe a grey
-eye or so, but not to the purpose. Signior
-Romeo, bon jour! there's a French salutation
-to your French slop. You gave us the counterfeit
-fairly last night.
-
- -ROMEO -
-Good morrow to you both. What counterfeit did I give you?
-
- -MERCUTIO -
-The ship, sir, the slip; can you not conceive?
-
- -ROMEO -
-Pardon, good Mercutio, my business was great; and in
-such a case as mine a man may strain courtesy.
-
- -MERCUTIO -
-That's as much as to say, such a case as yours
-constrains a man to bow in the hams.
-
- -ROMEO -
-Meaning, to court'sy.
-
- -MERCUTIO -
-Thou hast most kindly hit it.
-
- -ROMEO -
-A most courteous exposition.
-
- -MERCUTIO -
-Nay, I am the very pink of courtesy.
-
- -ROMEO -
-Pink for flower.
-
- -MERCUTIO -
-Right.
-
- -ROMEO -
-Why, then is my pump well flowered.
-
- -MERCUTIO -
-Well said: follow me this jest now till thou hast
-worn out thy pump, that when the single sole of it
-is worn, the jest may remain after the wearing sole singular.
-
- -ROMEO -
-O single-soled jest, solely singular for the
-singleness.
-
- -MERCUTIO -
-Come between us, good Benvolio; my wits faint.
-
- -ROMEO -
-Switch and spurs, switch and spurs; or I'll cry a match.
-
- -MERCUTIO -
-Nay, if thy wits run the wild-goose chase, I have
-done, for thou hast more of the wild-goose in one of
-thy wits than, I am sure, I have in my whole five:
-was I with you there for the goose?
-
- -ROMEO -
-Thou wast never with me for any thing when thou wast
-not there for the goose.
-
- -MERCUTIO -
-I will bite thee by the ear for that jest.
-
- -ROMEO -
-Nay, good goose, bite not.
-
- -MERCUTIO -
-Thy wit is a very bitter sweeting; it is a most
-sharp sauce.
-
- -ROMEO -
-And is it not well served in to a sweet goose?
-
- -MERCUTIO -
-O here's a wit of cheveril, that stretches from an
-inch narrow to an ell broad!
-
- -ROMEO -
-I stretch it out for that word 'broad;' which added
-to the goose, proves thee far and wide a broad goose.
-
- -MERCUTIO -
-Why, is not this better now than groaning for love?
-now art thou sociable, now art thou Romeo; now art
-thou what thou art, by art as well as by nature:
-for this drivelling love is like a great natural,
-that runs lolling up and down to hide his bauble in a hole.
-
- -BENVOLIO -
-Stop there, stop there.
-
- -MERCUTIO -
-Thou desirest me to stop in my tale against the hair.
-
- -BENVOLIO -
-Thou wouldst else have made thy tale large.
-
- -MERCUTIO -
-O, thou art deceived; I would have made it short:
-for I was come to the whole depth of my tale; and
-meant, indeed, to occupy the argument no longer.
-
- -ROMEO -
-Here's goodly gear!
-

Enter Nurse and PETER

-
- -MERCUTIO -
-A sail, a sail!
-
- -BENVOLIO -
-Two, two; a shirt and a smock.
-
- -Nurse -
-Peter!
-
- -PETER -
-Anon!
-
- -Nurse -
-My fan, Peter.
-
- -MERCUTIO -
-Good Peter, to hide her face; for her fan's the
-fairer face.
-
- -Nurse -
-God ye good morrow, gentlemen.
-
- -MERCUTIO -
-God ye good den, fair gentlewoman.
-
- -Nurse -
-Is it good den?
-
- -MERCUTIO -
-'Tis no less, I tell you, for the bawdy hand of the
-dial is now upon the prick of noon.
-
- -Nurse -
-Out upon you! what a man are you!
-
- -ROMEO -
-One, gentlewoman, that God hath made for himself to
-mar.
-
- -Nurse -
-By my troth, it is well said; 'for himself to mar,'
-quoth a'? Gentlemen, can any of you tell me where I
-may find the young Romeo?
-
- -ROMEO -
-I can tell you; but young Romeo will be older when
-you have found him than he was when you sought him:
-I am the youngest of that name, for fault of a worse.
-
- -Nurse -
-You say well.
-
- -MERCUTIO -
-Yea, is the worst well? very well took, i' faith;
-wisely, wisely.
-
- -Nurse -
-if you be he, sir, I desire some confidence with
-you.
-
- -BENVOLIO -
-She will indite him to some supper.
-
- -MERCUTIO -
-A bawd, a bawd, a bawd! so ho!
-
- -ROMEO -
-What hast thou found?
-
- -MERCUTIO -
-No hare, sir; unless a hare, sir, in a lenten pie,
-that is something stale and hoar ere it be spent.
-

Sings

-An old hare hoar,
-And an old hare hoar,
-Is very good meat in lent
-But a hare that is hoar
-Is too much for a score,
-When it hoars ere it be spent.
-Romeo, will you come to your father's? we'll
-to dinner, thither.
-
- -ROMEO -
-I will follow you.
-
- -MERCUTIO -
-Farewell, ancient lady; farewell,
-

Singing

-'lady, lady, lady.'
-

Exeunt MERCUTIO and BENVOLIO

-
- -Nurse -
-Marry, farewell! I pray you, sir, what saucy
-merchant was this, that was so full of his ropery?
-
- -ROMEO -
-A gentleman, nurse, that loves to hear himself talk,
-and will speak more in a minute than he will stand
-to in a month.
-
- -Nurse -
-An a' speak any thing against me, I'll take him
-down, an a' were lustier than he is, and twenty such
-Jacks; and if I cannot, I'll find those that shall.
-Scurvy knave! I am none of his flirt-gills; I am
-none of his skains-mates. And thou must stand by
-too, and suffer every knave to use me at his pleasure?
-
- -PETER -
-I saw no man use you a pleasure; if I had, my weapon
-should quickly have been out, I warrant you: I dare
-draw as soon as another man, if I see occasion in a
-good quarrel, and the law on my side.
-
- -Nurse -
-Now, afore God, I am so vexed, that every part about
-me quivers. Scurvy knave! Pray you, sir, a word:
-and as I told you, my young lady bade me inquire you
-out; what she bade me say, I will keep to myself:
-but first let me tell ye, if ye should lead her into
-a fool's paradise, as they say, it were a very gross
-kind of behavior, as they say: for the gentlewoman
-is young; and, therefore, if you should deal double
-with her, truly it were an ill thing to be offered
-to any gentlewoman, and very weak dealing.
-
- -ROMEO -
-Nurse, commend me to thy lady and mistress. I
-protest unto thee--
-
- -Nurse -
-Good heart, and, i' faith, I will tell her as much:
-Lord, Lord, she will be a joyful woman.
-
- -ROMEO -
-What wilt thou tell her, nurse? thou dost not mark me.
-
- -Nurse -
-I will tell her, sir, that you do protest; which, as
-I take it, is a gentlemanlike offer.
-
- -ROMEO -
-Bid her devise
-Some means to come to shrift this afternoon;
-And there she shall at Friar Laurence' cell
-Be shrived and married. Here is for thy pains.
-
- -Nurse -
-No truly sir; not a penny.
-
- -ROMEO -
-Go to; I say you shall.
-
- -Nurse -
-This afternoon, sir? well, she shall be there.
-
- -ROMEO -
-And stay, good nurse, behind the abbey wall:
-Within this hour my man shall be with thee
-And bring thee cords made like a tackled stair;
-Which to the high top-gallant of my joy
-Must be my convoy in the secret night.
-Farewell; be trusty, and I'll quit thy pains:
-Farewell; commend me to thy mistress.
-
- -Nurse -
-Now God in heaven bless thee! Hark you, sir.
-
- -ROMEO -
-What say'st thou, my dear nurse?
-
- -Nurse -
-Is your man secret? Did you ne'er hear say,
-Two may keep counsel, putting one away?
-
- -ROMEO -
-I warrant thee, my man's as true as steel.
-
- -NURSE -
-Well, sir; my mistress is the sweetest lady--Lord,
-Lord! when 'twas a little prating thing:--O, there
-is a nobleman in town, one Paris, that would fain
-lay knife aboard; but she, good soul, had as lief
-see a toad, a very toad, as see him. I anger her
-sometimes and tell her that Paris is the properer
-man; but, I'll warrant you, when I say so, she looks
-as pale as any clout in the versal world. Doth not
-rosemary and Romeo begin both with a letter?
-
- -ROMEO -
-Ay, nurse; what of that? both with an R.
-
- -Nurse -
-Ah. mocker! that's the dog's name; R is for
-the--No; I know it begins with some other
-letter:--and she hath the prettiest sententious of
-it, of you and rosemary, that it would do you good
-to hear it.
-
- -ROMEO -
-Commend me to thy lady.
-
- -Nurse -
-Ay, a thousand times.
-

Exit Romeo

-Peter!
-
- -PETER -
-Anon!
-
- -Nurse -
-Peter, take my fan, and go before and apace.
-

Exeunt

-
-

SCENE V. Capulet's orchard.

-

-Enter JULIET -
- -JULIET -
-The clock struck nine when I did send the nurse;
-In half an hour she promised to return.
-Perchance she cannot meet him: that's not so.
-O, she is lame! love's heralds should be thoughts,
-Which ten times faster glide than the sun's beams,
-Driving back shadows over louring hills:
-Therefore do nimble-pinion'd doves draw love,
-And therefore hath the wind-swift Cupid wings.
-Now is the sun upon the highmost hill
-Of this day's journey, and from nine till twelve
-Is three long hours, yet she is not come.
-Had she affections and warm youthful blood,
-She would be as swift in motion as a ball;
-My words would bandy her to my sweet love,
-And his to me:
-But old folks, many feign as they were dead;
-Unwieldy, slow, heavy and pale as lead.
-O God, she comes!
-

Enter Nurse and PETER

-O honey nurse, what news?
-Hast thou met with him? Send thy man away.
-
- -Nurse -
-Peter, stay at the gate.
-

Exit PETER

-
- -JULIET -
-Now, good sweet nurse,--O Lord, why look'st thou sad?
-Though news be sad, yet tell them merrily;
-If good, thou shamest the music of sweet news
-By playing it to me with so sour a face.
-
- -Nurse -
-I am a-weary, give me leave awhile:
-Fie, how my bones ache! what a jaunt have I had!
-
- -JULIET -
-I would thou hadst my bones, and I thy news:
-Nay, come, I pray thee, speak; good, good nurse, speak.
-
- -Nurse -
-Jesu, what haste? can you not stay awhile?
-Do you not see that I am out of breath?
-
- -JULIET -
-How art thou out of breath, when thou hast breath
-To say to me that thou art out of breath?
-The excuse that thou dost make in this delay
-Is longer than the tale thou dost excuse.
-Is thy news good, or bad? answer to that;
-Say either, and I'll stay the circumstance:
-Let me be satisfied, is't good or bad?
-
- -Nurse -
-Well, you have made a simple choice; you know not
-how to choose a man: Romeo! no, not he; though his
-face be better than any man's, yet his leg excels
-all men's; and for a hand, and a foot, and a body,
-though they be not to be talked on, yet they are
-past compare: he is not the flower of courtesy,
-but, I'll warrant him, as gentle as a lamb. Go thy
-ways, wench; serve God. What, have you dined at home?
-
- -JULIET -
-No, no: but all this did I know before.
-What says he of our marriage? what of that?
-
- -Nurse -
-Lord, how my head aches! what a head have I!
-It beats as it would fall in twenty pieces.
-My back o' t' other side,--O, my back, my back!
-Beshrew your heart for sending me about,
-To catch my death with jaunting up and down!
-
- -JULIET -
-I' faith, I am sorry that thou art not well.
-Sweet, sweet, sweet nurse, tell me, what says my love?
-
- -Nurse -
-Your love says, like an honest gentleman, and a
-courteous, and a kind, and a handsome, and, I
-warrant, a virtuous,--Where is your mother?
-
- -JULIET -
-Where is my mother! why, she is within;
-Where should she be? How oddly thou repliest!
-'Your love says, like an honest gentleman,
-Where is your mother?'
-
- -Nurse -
-O God's lady dear!
-Are you so hot? marry, come up, I trow;
-Is this the poultice for my aching bones?
-Henceforward do your messages yourself.
-
- -JULIET -
-Here's such a coil! come, what says Romeo?
-
- -Nurse -
-Have you got leave to go to shrift to-day?
-
- -JULIET -
-I have.
-
- -Nurse -
-Then hie you hence to Friar Laurence' cell;
-There stays a husband to make you a wife:
-Now comes the wanton blood up in your cheeks,
-They'll be in scarlet straight at any news.
-Hie you to church; I must another way,
-To fetch a ladder, by the which your love
-Must climb a bird's nest soon when it is dark:
-I am the drudge and toil in your delight,
-But you shall bear the burden soon at night.
-Go; I'll to dinner: hie you to the cell.
-
- -JULIET -
-Hie to high fortune! Honest nurse, farewell.
-

Exeunt

-
-

SCENE VI. Friar Laurence's cell.

-

-Enter FRIAR LAURENCE and ROMEO -
- -FRIAR LAURENCE -
-So smile the heavens upon this holy act,
-That after hours with sorrow chide us not!
-
- -ROMEO -
-Amen, amen! but come what sorrow can,
-It cannot countervail the exchange of joy
-That one short minute gives me in her sight:
-Do thou but close our hands with holy words,
-Then love-devouring death do what he dare;
-It is enough I may but call her mine.
-
- -FRIAR LAURENCE -
-These violent delights have violent ends
-And in their triumph die, like fire and powder,
-Which as they kiss consume: the sweetest honey
-Is loathsome in his own deliciousness
-And in the taste confounds the appetite:
-Therefore love moderately; long love doth so;
-Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow.
-

Enter JULIET

-Here comes the lady: O, so light a foot
-Will ne'er wear out the everlasting flint:
-A lover may bestride the gossamer
-That idles in the wanton summer air,
-And yet not fall; so light is vanity.
-
- -JULIET -
-Good even to my ghostly confessor.
-
- -FRIAR LAURENCE -
-Romeo shall thank thee, daughter, for us both.
-
- -JULIET -
-As much to him, else is his thanks too much.
-
- -ROMEO -
-Ah, Juliet, if the measure of thy joy
-Be heap'd like mine and that thy skill be more
-To blazon it, then sweeten with thy breath
-This neighbour air, and let rich music's tongue
-Unfold the imagined happiness that both
-Receive in either by this dear encounter.
-
- -JULIET -
-Conceit, more rich in matter than in words,
-Brags of his substance, not of ornament:
-They are but beggars that can count their worth;
-But my true love is grown to such excess
-I cannot sum up sum of half my wealth.
-
- -FRIAR LAURENCE -
-Come, come with me, and we will make short work;
-For, by your leaves, you shall not stay alone
-Till holy church incorporate two in one.
-

Exeunt

-

-

ACT III

-

SCENE I. A public place.

-

-Enter MERCUTIO, BENVOLIO, Page, and Servants -
- -BENVOLIO -
-I pray thee, good Mercutio, let's retire:
-The day is hot, the Capulets abroad,
-And, if we meet, we shall not scape a brawl;
-For now, these hot days, is the mad blood stirring.
-
- -MERCUTIO -
-Thou art like one of those fellows that when he
-enters the confines of a tavern claps me his sword
-upon the table and says 'God send me no need of
-thee!' and by the operation of the second cup draws
-it on the drawer, when indeed there is no need.
-
- -BENVOLIO -
-Am I like such a fellow?
-
- -MERCUTIO -
-Come, come, thou art as hot a Jack in thy mood as
-any in Italy, and as soon moved to be moody, and as
-soon moody to be moved.
-
- -BENVOLIO -
-And what to?
-
- -MERCUTIO -
-Nay, an there were two such, we should have none
-shortly, for one would kill the other. Thou! why,
-thou wilt quarrel with a man that hath a hair more,
-or a hair less, in his beard, than thou hast: thou
-wilt quarrel with a man for cracking nuts, having no
-other reason but because thou hast hazel eyes: what
-eye but such an eye would spy out such a quarrel?
-Thy head is as fun of quarrels as an egg is full of
-meat, and yet thy head hath been beaten as addle as
-an egg for quarrelling: thou hast quarrelled with a
-man for coughing in the street, because he hath
-wakened thy dog that hath lain asleep in the sun:
-didst thou not fall out with a tailor for wearing
-his new doublet before Easter? with another, for
-tying his new shoes with old riband? and yet thou
-wilt tutor me from quarrelling!
-
- -BENVOLIO -
-An I were so apt to quarrel as thou art, any man
-should buy the fee-simple of my life for an hour and a quarter.
-
- -MERCUTIO -
-The fee-simple! O simple!
-
- -BENVOLIO -
-By my head, here come the Capulets.
-
- -MERCUTIO -
-By my heel, I care not.
-

Enter TYBALT and others

-
- -TYBALT -
-Follow me close, for I will speak to them.
-Gentlemen, good den: a word with one of you.
-
- -MERCUTIO -
-And but one word with one of us? couple it with
-something; make it a word and a blow.
-
- -TYBALT -
-You shall find me apt enough to that, sir, an you
-will give me occasion.
-
- -MERCUTIO -
-Could you not take some occasion without giving?
-
- -TYBALT -
-Mercutio, thou consort'st with Romeo,--
-
- -MERCUTIO -
-Consort! what, dost thou make us minstrels? an
-thou make minstrels of us, look to hear nothing but
-discords: here's my fiddlestick; here's that shall
-make you dance. 'Zounds, consort!
-
- -BENVOLIO -
-We talk here in the public haunt of men:
-Either withdraw unto some private place,
-And reason coldly of your grievances,
-Or else depart; here all eyes gaze on us.
-
- -MERCUTIO -
-Men's eyes were made to look, and let them gaze;
-I will not budge for no man's pleasure, I.
-

Enter ROMEO

-
- -TYBALT -
-Well, peace be with you, sir: here comes my man.
-
- -MERCUTIO -
-But I'll be hanged, sir, if he wear your livery:
-Marry, go before to field, he'll be your follower;
-Your worship in that sense may call him 'man.'
-
- -TYBALT -
-Romeo, the hate I bear thee can afford
-No better term than this,--thou art a villain.
-
- -ROMEO -
-Tybalt, the reason that I have to love thee
-Doth much excuse the appertaining rage
-To such a greeting: villain am I none;
-Therefore farewell; I see thou know'st me not.
-
- -TYBALT -
-Boy, this shall not excuse the injuries
-That thou hast done me; therefore turn and draw.
-
- -ROMEO -
-I do protest, I never injured thee,
-But love thee better than thou canst devise,
-Till thou shalt know the reason of my love:
-And so, good Capulet,--which name I tender
-As dearly as my own,--be satisfied.
-
- -MERCUTIO -
-O calm, dishonourable, vile submission!
-Alla stoccata carries it away.
-

Draws

-Tybalt, you rat-catcher, will you walk?
-
- -TYBALT -
-What wouldst thou have with me?
-
- -MERCUTIO -
-Good king of cats, nothing but one of your nine
-lives; that I mean to make bold withal, and as you
-shall use me hereafter, drybeat the rest of the
-eight. Will you pluck your sword out of his pitcher
-by the ears? make haste, lest mine be about your
-ears ere it be out.
-
- -TYBALT -
-I am for you.
-

Drawing

-
- -ROMEO -
-Gentle Mercutio, put thy rapier up.
-
- -MERCUTIO -
-Come, sir, your passado.
-

They fight

-
- -ROMEO -
-Draw, Benvolio; beat down their weapons.
-Gentlemen, for shame, forbear this outrage!
-Tybalt, Mercutio, the prince expressly hath
-Forbidden bandying in Verona streets:
-Hold, Tybalt! good Mercutio!
-

TYBALT under ROMEO's arm stabs MERCUTIO, and flies with his followers

-
- -MERCUTIO -
-I am hurt.
-A plague o' both your houses! I am sped.
-Is he gone, and hath nothing?
-
- -BENVOLIO -
-What, art thou hurt?
-
- -MERCUTIO -
-Ay, ay, a scratch, a scratch; marry, 'tis enough.
-Where is my page? Go, villain, fetch a surgeon.
-

Exit Page

-
- -ROMEO -
-Courage, man; the hurt cannot be much.
-
- -MERCUTIO -
-No, 'tis not so deep as a well, nor so wide as a
-church-door; but 'tis enough,'twill serve: ask for
-me to-morrow, and you shall find me a grave man. I
-am peppered, I warrant, for this world. A plague o'
-both your houses! 'Zounds, a dog, a rat, a mouse, a
-cat, to scratch a man to death! a braggart, a
-rogue, a villain, that fights by the book of
-arithmetic! Why the devil came you between us? I
-was hurt under your arm.
-
- -ROMEO -
-I thought all for the best.
-
- -MERCUTIO -
-Help me into some house, Benvolio,
-Or I shall faint. A plague o' both your houses!
-They have made worms' meat of me: I have it,
-And soundly too: your houses!
-

Exeunt MERCUTIO and BENVOLIO

-
- -ROMEO -
-This gentleman, the prince's near ally,
-My very friend, hath got his mortal hurt
-In my behalf; my reputation stain'd
-With Tybalt's slander,--Tybalt, that an hour
-Hath been my kinsman! O sweet Juliet,
-Thy beauty hath made me effeminate
-And in my temper soften'd valour's steel!
-

Re-enter BENVOLIO

-
- -BENVOLIO -
-O Romeo, Romeo, brave Mercutio's dead!
-That gallant spirit hath aspired the clouds,
-Which too untimely here did scorn the earth.
-
- -ROMEO -
-This day's black fate on more days doth depend;
-This but begins the woe, others must end.
-
- -BENVOLIO -
-Here comes the furious Tybalt back again.
-
- -ROMEO -
-Alive, in triumph! and Mercutio slain!
-Away to heaven, respective lenity,
-And fire-eyed fury be my conduct now!
-

Re-enter TYBALT

-Now, Tybalt, take the villain back again,
-That late thou gavest me; for Mercutio's soul
-Is but a little way above our heads,
-Staying for thine to keep him company:
-Either thou, or I, or both, must go with him.
-
- -TYBALT -
-Thou, wretched boy, that didst consort him here,
-Shalt with him hence.
-
- -ROMEO -
-This shall determine that.
-

They fight; TYBALT falls

-
- -BENVOLIO -
-Romeo, away, be gone!
-The citizens are up, and Tybalt slain.
-Stand not amazed: the prince will doom thee death,
-If thou art taken: hence, be gone, away!
-
- -ROMEO -
-O, I am fortune's fool!
-
- -BENVOLIO -
-Why dost thou stay?
-

Exit ROMEO

-

Enter Citizens, & c

-
- -First Citizen -
-Which way ran he that kill'd Mercutio?
-Tybalt, that murderer, which way ran he?
-
- -BENVOLIO -
-There lies that Tybalt.
-
- -First Citizen -
-Up, sir, go with me;
-I charge thee in the princes name, obey.
-

Enter Prince, attended; MONTAGUE, CAPULET, their Wives, and others

-
- -PRINCE -
-Where are the vile beginners of this fray?
-
- -BENVOLIO -
-O noble prince, I can discover all
-The unlucky manage of this fatal brawl:
-There lies the man, slain by young Romeo,
-That slew thy kinsman, brave Mercutio.
-
- -LADY CAPULET -
-Tybalt, my cousin! O my brother's child!
-O prince! O cousin! husband! O, the blood is spilt
-O my dear kinsman! Prince, as thou art true,
-For blood of ours, shed blood of Montague.
-O cousin, cousin!
-
- -PRINCE -
-Benvolio, who began this bloody fray?
-
- -BENVOLIO -
-Tybalt, here slain, whom Romeo's hand did slay;
-Romeo that spoke him fair, bade him bethink
-How nice the quarrel was, and urged withal
-Your high displeasure: all this uttered
-With gentle breath, calm look, knees humbly bow'd,
-Could not take truce with the unruly spleen
-Of Tybalt deaf to peace, but that he tilts
-With piercing steel at bold Mercutio's breast,
-Who all as hot, turns deadly point to point,
-And, with a martial scorn, with one hand beats
-Cold death aside, and with the other sends
-It back to Tybalt, whose dexterity,
-Retorts it: Romeo he cries aloud,
-'Hold, friends! friends, part!' and, swifter than
-his tongue,
-His agile arm beats down their fatal points,
-And 'twixt them rushes; underneath whose arm
-An envious thrust from Tybalt hit the life
-Of stout Mercutio, and then Tybalt fled;
-But by and by comes back to Romeo,
-Who had but newly entertain'd revenge,
-And to 't they go like lightning, for, ere I
-Could draw to part them, was stout Tybalt slain.
-And, as he fell, did Romeo turn and fly.
-This is the truth, or let Benvolio die.
-
- -LADY CAPULET -
-He is a kinsman to the Montague;
-Affection makes him false; he speaks not true:
-Some twenty of them fought in this black strife,
-And all those twenty could but kill one life.
-I beg for justice, which thou, prince, must give;
-Romeo slew Tybalt, Romeo must not live.
-
- -PRINCE -
-Romeo slew him, he slew Mercutio;
-Who now the price of his dear blood doth owe?
-
- -MONTAGUE -
-Not Romeo, prince, he was Mercutio's friend;
-His fault concludes but what the law should end,
-The life of Tybalt.
-
- -PRINCE -
-And for that offence
-Immediately we do exile him hence:
-I have an interest in your hate's proceeding,
-My blood for your rude brawls doth lie a-bleeding;
-But I'll amerce you with so strong a fine
-That you shall all repent the loss of mine:
-I will be deaf to pleading and excuses;
-Nor tears nor prayers shall purchase out abuses:
-Therefore use none: let Romeo hence in haste,
-Else, when he's found, that hour is his last.
-Bear hence this body and attend our will:
-Mercy but murders, pardoning those that kill.
-

Exeunt

-
-

SCENE II. Capulet's orchard.

-

-Enter JULIET -
- -JULIET -
-Gallop apace, you fiery-footed steeds,
-Towards Phoebus' lodging: such a wagoner
-As Phaethon would whip you to the west,
-And bring in cloudy night immediately.
-Spread thy close curtain, love-performing night,
-That runaway's eyes may wink and Romeo
-Leap to these arms, untalk'd of and unseen.
-Lovers can see to do their amorous rites
-By their own beauties; or, if love be blind,
-It best agrees with night. Come, civil night,
-Thou sober-suited matron, all in black,
-And learn me how to lose a winning match,
-Play'd for a pair of stainless maidenhoods:
-Hood my unmann'd blood, bating in my cheeks,
-With thy black mantle; till strange love, grown bold,
-Think true love acted simple modesty.
-Come, night; come, Romeo; come, thou day in night;
-For thou wilt lie upon the wings of night
-Whiter than new snow on a raven's back.
-Come, gentle night, come, loving, black-brow'd night,
-Give me my Romeo; and, when he shall die,
-Take him and cut him out in little stars,
-And he will make the face of heaven so fine
-That all the world will be in love with night
-And pay no worship to the garish sun.
-O, I have bought the mansion of a love,
-But not possess'd it, and, though I am sold,
-Not yet enjoy'd: so tedious is this day
-As is the night before some festival
-To an impatient child that hath new robes
-And may not wear them. O, here comes my nurse,
-And she brings news; and every tongue that speaks
-But Romeo's name speaks heavenly eloquence.
-

Enter Nurse, with cords

-Now, nurse, what news? What hast thou there? the cords
-That Romeo bid thee fetch?
-
- -Nurse -
-Ay, ay, the cords.
-

Throws them down

-
- -JULIET -
-Ay me! what news? why dost thou wring thy hands?
-
- -Nurse -
-Ah, well-a-day! he's dead, he's dead, he's dead!
-We are undone, lady, we are undone!
-Alack the day! he's gone, he's kill'd, he's dead!
-
- -JULIET -
-Can heaven be so envious?
-
- -Nurse -
-Romeo can,
-Though heaven cannot: O Romeo, Romeo!
-Who ever would have thought it? Romeo!
-
- -JULIET -
-What devil art thou, that dost torment me thus?
-This torture should be roar'd in dismal hell.
-Hath Romeo slain himself? say thou but 'I,'
-And that bare vowel 'I' shall poison more
-Than the death-darting eye of cockatrice:
-I am not I, if there be such an I;
-Or those eyes shut, that make thee answer 'I.'
-If he be slain, say 'I'; or if not, no:
-Brief sounds determine of my weal or woe.
-
- -Nurse -
-I saw the wound, I saw it with mine eyes,--
-God save the mark!--here on his manly breast:
-A piteous corse, a bloody piteous corse;
-Pale, pale as ashes, all bedaub'd in blood,
-All in gore-blood; I swounded at the sight.
-
- -JULIET -
-O, break, my heart! poor bankrupt, break at once!
-To prison, eyes, ne'er look on liberty!
-Vile earth, to earth resign; end motion here;
-And thou and Romeo press one heavy bier!
-
- -Nurse -
-O Tybalt, Tybalt, the best friend I had!
-O courteous Tybalt! honest gentleman!
-That ever I should live to see thee dead!
-
- -JULIET -
-What storm is this that blows so contrary?
-Is Romeo slaughter'd, and is Tybalt dead?
-My dear-loved cousin, and my dearer lord?
-Then, dreadful trumpet, sound the general doom!
-For who is living, if those two are gone?
-
- -Nurse -
-Tybalt is gone, and Romeo banished;
-Romeo that kill'd him, he is banished.
-
- -JULIET -
-O God! did Romeo's hand shed Tybalt's blood?
-
- -Nurse -
-It did, it did; alas the day, it did!
-
- -JULIET -
-O serpent heart, hid with a flowering face!
-Did ever dragon keep so fair a cave?
-Beautiful tyrant! fiend angelical!
-Dove-feather'd raven! wolvish-ravening lamb!
-Despised substance of divinest show!
-Just opposite to what thou justly seem'st,
-A damned saint, an honourable villain!
-O nature, what hadst thou to do in hell,
-When thou didst bower the spirit of a fiend
-In moral paradise of such sweet flesh?
-Was ever book containing such vile matter
-So fairly bound? O that deceit should dwell
-In such a gorgeous palace!
-
- -Nurse -
-There's no trust,
-No faith, no honesty in men; all perjured,
-All forsworn, all naught, all dissemblers.
-Ah, where's my man? give me some aqua vitae:
-These griefs, these woes, these sorrows make me old.
-Shame come to Romeo!
-
- -JULIET -
-Blister'd be thy tongue
-For such a wish! he was not born to shame:
-Upon his brow shame is ashamed to sit;
-For 'tis a throne where honour may be crown'd
-Sole monarch of the universal earth.
-O, what a beast was I to chide at him!
-
- -Nurse -
-Will you speak well of him that kill'd your cousin?
-
- -JULIET -
-Shall I speak ill of him that is my husband?
-Ah, poor my lord, what tongue shall smooth thy name,
-When I, thy three-hours wife, have mangled it?
-But, wherefore, villain, didst thou kill my cousin?
-That villain cousin would have kill'd my husband:
-Back, foolish tears, back to your native spring;
-Your tributary drops belong to woe,
-Which you, mistaking, offer up to joy.
-My husband lives, that Tybalt would have slain;
-And Tybalt's dead, that would have slain my husband:
-All this is comfort; wherefore weep I then?
-Some word there was, worser than Tybalt's death,
-That murder'd me: I would forget it fain;
-But, O, it presses to my memory,
-Like damned guilty deeds to sinners' minds:
-'Tybalt is dead, and Romeo--banished;'
-That 'banished,' that one word 'banished,'
-Hath slain ten thousand Tybalts. Tybalt's death
-Was woe enough, if it had ended there:
-Or, if sour woe delights in fellowship
-And needly will be rank'd with other griefs,
-Why follow'd not, when she said 'Tybalt's dead,'
-Thy father, or thy mother, nay, or both,
-Which modern lamentations might have moved?
-But with a rear-ward following Tybalt's death,
-'Romeo is banished,' to speak that word,
-Is father, mother, Tybalt, Romeo, Juliet,
-All slain, all dead. 'Romeo is banished!'
-There is no end, no limit, measure, bound,
-In that word's death; no words can that woe sound.
-Where is my father, and my mother, nurse?
-
- -Nurse -
-Weeping and wailing over Tybalt's corse:
-Will you go to them? I will bring you thither.
-
- -JULIET -
-Wash they his wounds with tears: mine shall be spent,
-When theirs are dry, for Romeo's banishment.
-Take up those cords: poor ropes, you are beguiled,
-Both you and I; for Romeo is exiled:
-He made you for a highway to my bed;
-But I, a maid, die maiden-widowed.
-Come, cords, come, nurse; I'll to my wedding-bed;
-And death, not Romeo, take my maidenhead!
-
- -Nurse -
-Hie to your chamber: I'll find Romeo
-To comfort you: I wot well where he is.
-Hark ye, your Romeo will be here at night:
-I'll to him; he is hid at Laurence' cell.
-
- -JULIET -
-O, find him! give this ring to my true knight,
-And bid him come to take his last farewell.
-

Exeunt

-
-

SCENE III. Friar Laurence's cell.

-

-Enter FRIAR LAURENCE -
- -FRIAR LAURENCE -
-Romeo, come forth; come forth, thou fearful man:
-Affliction is enamour'd of thy parts,
-And thou art wedded to calamity.
-

Enter ROMEO

-
- -ROMEO -
-Father, what news? what is the prince's doom?
-What sorrow craves acquaintance at my hand,
-That I yet know not?
-
- -FRIAR LAURENCE -
-Too familiar
-Is my dear son with such sour company:
-I bring thee tidings of the prince's doom.
-
- -ROMEO -
-What less than dooms-day is the prince's doom?
-
- -FRIAR LAURENCE -
-A gentler judgment vanish'd from his lips,
-Not body's death, but body's banishment.
-
- -ROMEO -
-Ha, banishment! be merciful, say 'death;'
-For exile hath more terror in his look,
-Much more than death: do not say 'banishment.'
-
- -FRIAR LAURENCE -
-Hence from Verona art thou banished:
-Be patient, for the world is broad and wide.
-
- -ROMEO -
-There is no world without Verona walls,
-But purgatory, torture, hell itself.
-Hence-banished is banish'd from the world,
-And world's exile is death: then banished,
-Is death mis-term'd: calling death banishment,
-Thou cutt'st my head off with a golden axe,
-And smilest upon the stroke that murders me.
-
- -FRIAR LAURENCE -
-O deadly sin! O rude unthankfulness!
-Thy fault our law calls death; but the kind prince,
-Taking thy part, hath rush'd aside the law,
-And turn'd that black word death to banishment:
-This is dear mercy, and thou seest it not.
-
- -ROMEO -
-'Tis torture, and not mercy: heaven is here,
-Where Juliet lives; and every cat and dog
-And little mouse, every unworthy thing,
-Live here in heaven and may look on her;
-But Romeo may not: more validity,
-More honourable state, more courtship lives
-In carrion-flies than Romeo: they my seize
-On the white wonder of dear Juliet's hand
-And steal immortal blessing from her lips,
-Who even in pure and vestal modesty,
-Still blush, as thinking their own kisses sin;
-But Romeo may not; he is banished:
-Flies may do this, but I from this must fly:
-They are free men, but I am banished.
-And say'st thou yet that exile is not death?
-Hadst thou no poison mix'd, no sharp-ground knife,
-No sudden mean of death, though ne'er so mean,
-But 'banished' to kill me?--'banished'?
-O friar, the damned use that word in hell;
-Howlings attend it: how hast thou the heart,
-Being a divine, a ghostly confessor,
-A sin-absolver, and my friend profess'd,
-To mangle me with that word 'banished'?
-
- -FRIAR LAURENCE -
-Thou fond mad man, hear me but speak a word.
-
- -ROMEO -
-O, thou wilt speak again of banishment.
-
- -FRIAR LAURENCE -
-I'll give thee armour to keep off that word:
-Adversity's sweet milk, philosophy,
-To comfort thee, though thou art banished.
-
- -ROMEO -
-Yet 'banished'? Hang up philosophy!
-Unless philosophy can make a Juliet,
-Displant a town, reverse a prince's doom,
-It helps not, it prevails not: talk no more.
-
- -FRIAR LAURENCE -
-O, then I see that madmen have no ears.
-
- -ROMEO -
-How should they, when that wise men have no eyes?
-
- -FRIAR LAURENCE -
-Let me dispute with thee of thy estate.
-
- -ROMEO -
-Thou canst not speak of that thou dost not feel:
-Wert thou as young as I, Juliet thy love,
-An hour but married, Tybalt murdered,
-Doting like me and like me banished,
-Then mightst thou speak, then mightst thou tear thy hair,
-And fall upon the ground, as I do now,
-Taking the measure of an unmade grave.
-

Knocking within

-
- -FRIAR LAURENCE -
-Arise; one knocks; good Romeo, hide thyself.
-
- -ROMEO -
-Not I; unless the breath of heartsick groans,
-Mist-like, infold me from the search of eyes.
-

Knocking

-
- -FRIAR LAURENCE -
-Hark, how they knock! Who's there? Romeo, arise;
-Thou wilt be taken. Stay awhile! Stand up;
-

Knocking

-Run to my study. By and by! God's will,
-What simpleness is this! I come, I come!
-

Knocking

-Who knocks so hard? whence come you? what's your will?
-
- -Nurse -
-[Within] Let me come in, and you shall know
-my errand;
-I come from Lady Juliet.
-
- -FRIAR LAURENCE -
-Welcome, then.
-

Enter Nurse

-
- -Nurse -
-O holy friar, O, tell me, holy friar,
-Where is my lady's lord, where's Romeo?
-
- -FRIAR LAURENCE -
-There on the ground, with his own tears made drunk.
-
- -Nurse -
-O, he is even in my mistress' case,
-Just in her case! O woful sympathy!
-Piteous predicament! Even so lies she,
-Blubbering and weeping, weeping and blubbering.
-Stand up, stand up; stand, and you be a man:
-For Juliet's sake, for her sake, rise and stand;
-Why should you fall into so deep an O?
-
- -ROMEO -
-Nurse!
-
- -Nurse -
-Ah sir! ah sir! Well, death's the end of all.
-
- -ROMEO -
-Spakest thou of Juliet? how is it with her?
-Doth she not think me an old murderer,
-Now I have stain'd the childhood of our joy
-With blood removed but little from her own?
-Where is she? and how doth she? and what says
-My conceal'd lady to our cancell'd love?
-
- -Nurse -
-O, she says nothing, sir, but weeps and weeps;
-And now falls on her bed; and then starts up,
-And Tybalt calls; and then on Romeo cries,
-And then down falls again.
-
- -ROMEO -
-As if that name,
-Shot from the deadly level of a gun,
-Did murder her; as that name's cursed hand
-Murder'd her kinsman. O, tell me, friar, tell me,
-In what vile part of this anatomy
-Doth my name lodge? tell me, that I may sack
-The hateful mansion.
-

Drawing his sword

-
- -FRIAR LAURENCE -
-Hold thy desperate hand:
-Art thou a man? thy form cries out thou art:
-Thy tears are womanish; thy wild acts denote
-The unreasonable fury of a beast:
-Unseemly woman in a seeming man!
-Or ill-beseeming beast in seeming both!
-Thou hast amazed me: by my holy order,
-I thought thy disposition better temper'd.
-Hast thou slain Tybalt? wilt thou slay thyself?
-And stay thy lady too that lives in thee,
-By doing damned hate upon thyself?
-Why rail'st thou on thy birth, the heaven, and earth?
-Since birth, and heaven, and earth, all three do meet
-In thee at once; which thou at once wouldst lose.
-Fie, fie, thou shamest thy shape, thy love, thy wit;
-Which, like a usurer, abound'st in all,
-And usest none in that true use indeed
-Which should bedeck thy shape, thy love, thy wit:
-Thy noble shape is but a form of wax,
-Digressing from the valour of a man;
-Thy dear love sworn but hollow perjury,
-Killing that love which thou hast vow'd to cherish;
-Thy wit, that ornament to shape and love,
-Misshapen in the conduct of them both,
-Like powder in a skitless soldier's flask,
-Is set afire by thine own ignorance,
-And thou dismember'd with thine own defence.
-What, rouse thee, man! thy Juliet is alive,
-For whose dear sake thou wast but lately dead;
-There art thou happy: Tybalt would kill thee,
-But thou slew'st Tybalt; there are thou happy too:
-The law that threaten'd death becomes thy friend
-And turns it to exile; there art thou happy:
-A pack of blessings lights up upon thy back;
-Happiness courts thee in her best array;
-But, like a misbehaved and sullen wench,
-Thou pout'st upon thy fortune and thy love:
-Take heed, take heed, for such die miserable.
-Go, get thee to thy love, as was decreed,
-Ascend her chamber, hence and comfort her:
-But look thou stay not till the watch be set,
-For then thou canst not pass to Mantua;
-Where thou shalt live, till we can find a time
-To blaze your marriage, reconcile your friends,
-Beg pardon of the prince, and call thee back
-With twenty hundred thousand times more joy
-Than thou went'st forth in lamentation.
-Go before, nurse: commend me to thy lady;
-And bid her hasten all the house to bed,
-Which heavy sorrow makes them apt unto:
-Romeo is coming.
-
- -Nurse -
-O Lord, I could have stay'd here all the night
-To hear good counsel: O, what learning is!
-My lord, I'll tell my lady you will come.
-
- -ROMEO -
-Do so, and bid my sweet prepare to chide.
-
- -Nurse -
-Here, sir, a ring she bid me give you, sir:
-Hie you, make haste, for it grows very late.
-

Exit

-
- -ROMEO -
-How well my comfort is revived by this!
-
- -FRIAR LAURENCE -
-Go hence; good night; and here stands all your state:
-Either be gone before the watch be set,
-Or by the break of day disguised from hence:
-Sojourn in Mantua; I'll find out your man,
-And he shall signify from time to time
-Every good hap to you that chances here:
-Give me thy hand; 'tis late: farewell; good night.
-
- -ROMEO -
-But that a joy past joy calls out on me,
-It were a grief, so brief to part with thee: Farewell.
-

Exeunt

-
-

SCENE IV. A room in Capulet's house.

-

-Enter CAPULET, LADY CAPULET, and PARIS -
- -CAPULET -
-Things have fall'n out, sir, so unluckily,
-That we have had no time to move our daughter:
-Look you, she loved her kinsman Tybalt dearly,
-And so did I:--Well, we were born to die.
-'Tis very late, she'll not come down to-night:
-I promise you, but for your company,
-I would have been a-bed an hour ago.
-
- -PARIS -
-These times of woe afford no time to woo.
-Madam, good night: commend me to your daughter.
-
- -LADY CAPULET -
-I will, and know her mind early to-morrow;
-To-night she is mew'd up to her heaviness.
-
- -CAPULET -
-Sir Paris, I will make a desperate tender
-Of my child's love: I think she will be ruled
-In all respects by me; nay, more, I doubt it not.
-Wife, go you to her ere you go to bed;
-Acquaint her here of my son Paris' love;
-And bid her, mark you me, on Wednesday next--
-But, soft! what day is this?
-
- -PARIS -
-Monday, my lord,
-
- -CAPULET -
-Monday! ha, ha! Well, Wednesday is too soon,
-O' Thursday let it be: o' Thursday, tell her,
-She shall be married to this noble earl.
-Will you be ready? do you like this haste?
-We'll keep no great ado,--a friend or two;
-For, hark you, Tybalt being slain so late,
-It may be thought we held him carelessly,
-Being our kinsman, if we revel much:
-Therefore we'll have some half a dozen friends,
-And there an end. But what say you to Thursday?
-
- -PARIS -
-My lord, I would that Thursday were to-morrow.
-
- -CAPULET -
-Well get you gone: o' Thursday be it, then.
-Go you to Juliet ere you go to bed,
-Prepare her, wife, against this wedding-day.
-Farewell, my lord. Light to my chamber, ho!
-Afore me! it is so very very late,
-That we may call it early by and by.
-Good night.
-

Exeunt

-
-

SCENE V. Capulet's orchard.

-

-Enter ROMEO and JULIET above, at the window -
- -JULIET -
-Wilt thou be gone? it is not yet near day:
-It was the nightingale, and not the lark,
-That pierced the fearful hollow of thine ear;
-Nightly she sings on yon pomegranate-tree:
-Believe me, love, it was the nightingale.
-
- -ROMEO -
-It was the lark, the herald of the morn,
-No nightingale: look, love, what envious streaks
-Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east:
-Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day
-Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops.
-I must be gone and live, or stay and die.
-
- -JULIET -
-Yon light is not day-light, I know it, I:
-It is some meteor that the sun exhales,
-To be to thee this night a torch-bearer,
-And light thee on thy way to Mantua:
-Therefore stay yet; thou need'st not to be gone.
-
- -ROMEO -
-Let me be ta'en, let me be put to death;
-I am content, so thou wilt have it so.
-I'll say yon grey is not the morning's eye,
-'Tis but the pale reflex of Cynthia's brow;
-Nor that is not the lark, whose notes do beat
-The vaulty heaven so high above our heads:
-I have more care to stay than will to go:
-Come, death, and welcome! Juliet wills it so.
-How is't, my soul? let's talk; it is not day.
-
- -JULIET -
-It is, it is: hie hence, be gone, away!
-It is the lark that sings so out of tune,
-Straining harsh discords and unpleasing sharps.
-Some say the lark makes sweet division;
-This doth not so, for she divideth us:
-Some say the lark and loathed toad change eyes,
-O, now I would they had changed voices too!
-Since arm from arm that voice doth us affray,
-Hunting thee hence with hunt's-up to the day,
-O, now be gone; more light and light it grows.
-
- -ROMEO -
-More light and light; more dark and dark our woes!
-

Enter Nurse, to the chamber

-
- -Nurse -
-Madam!
-
- -JULIET -
-Nurse?
-
- -Nurse -
-Your lady mother is coming to your chamber:
-The day is broke; be wary, look about.
-

Exit

-
- -JULIET -
-Then, window, let day in, and let life out.
-
- -ROMEO -
-Farewell, farewell! one kiss, and I'll descend.
-

He goeth down

-
- -JULIET -
-Art thou gone so? love, lord, ay, husband, friend!
-I must hear from thee every day in the hour,
-For in a minute there are many days:
-O, by this count I shall be much in years
-Ere I again behold my Romeo!
-
- -ROMEO -
-Farewell!
-I will omit no opportunity
-That may convey my greetings, love, to thee.
-
- -JULIET -
-O think'st thou we shall ever meet again?
-
- -ROMEO -
-I doubt it not; and all these woes shall serve
-For sweet discourses in our time to come.
-
- -JULIET -
-O God, I have an ill-divining soul!
-Methinks I see thee, now thou art below,
-As one dead in the bottom of a tomb:
-Either my eyesight fails, or thou look'st pale.
-
- -ROMEO -
-And trust me, love, in my eye so do you:
-Dry sorrow drinks our blood. Adieu, adieu!
-

Exit

-
- -JULIET -
-O fortune, fortune! all men call thee fickle:
-If thou art fickle, what dost thou with him.
-That is renown'd for faith? Be fickle, fortune;
-For then, I hope, thou wilt not keep him long,
-But send him back.
-
- -LADY CAPULET -
-[Within] Ho, daughter! are you up?
-
- -JULIET -
-Who is't that calls? is it my lady mother?
-Is she not down so late, or up so early?
-What unaccustom'd cause procures her hither?
-

Enter LADY CAPULET

-
- -LADY CAPULET -
-Why, how now, Juliet!
-
- -JULIET -
-Madam, I am not well.
-
- -LADY CAPULET -
-Evermore weeping for your cousin's death?
-What, wilt thou wash him from his grave with tears?
-An if thou couldst, thou couldst not make him live;
-Therefore, have done: some grief shows much of love;
-But much of grief shows still some want of wit.
-
- -JULIET -
-Yet let me weep for such a feeling loss.
-
- -LADY CAPULET -
-So shall you feel the loss, but not the friend
-Which you weep for.
-
- -JULIET -
-Feeling so the loss,
-Cannot choose but ever weep the friend.
-
- -LADY CAPULET -
-Well, girl, thou weep'st not so much for his death,
-As that the villain lives which slaughter'd him.
-
- -JULIET -
-What villain madam?
-
- -LADY CAPULET -
-That same villain, Romeo.
-
- -JULIET -
-[Aside] Villain and he be many miles asunder.--
-God Pardon him! I do, with all my heart;
-And yet no man like he doth grieve my heart.
-
- -LADY CAPULET -
-That is, because the traitor murderer lives.
-
- -JULIET -
-Ay, madam, from the reach of these my hands:
-Would none but I might venge my cousin's death!
-
- -LADY CAPULET -
-We will have vengeance for it, fear thou not:
-Then weep no more. I'll send to one in Mantua,
-Where that same banish'd runagate doth live,
-Shall give him such an unaccustom'd dram,
-That he shall soon keep Tybalt company:
-And then, I hope, thou wilt be satisfied.
-
- -JULIET -
-Indeed, I never shall be satisfied
-With Romeo, till I behold him--dead--
-Is my poor heart for a kinsman vex'd.
-Madam, if you could find out but a man
-To bear a poison, I would temper it;
-That Romeo should, upon receipt thereof,
-Soon sleep in quiet. O, how my heart abhors
-To hear him named, and cannot come to him.
-To wreak the love I bore my cousin
-Upon his body that slaughter'd him!
-
- -LADY CAPULET -
-Find thou the means, and I'll find such a man.
-But now I'll tell thee joyful tidings, girl.
-
- -JULIET -
-And joy comes well in such a needy time:
-What are they, I beseech your ladyship?
-
- -LADY CAPULET -
-Well, well, thou hast a careful father, child;
-One who, to put thee from thy heaviness,
-Hath sorted out a sudden day of joy,
-That thou expect'st not nor I look'd not for.
-
- -JULIET -
-Madam, in happy time, what day is that?
-
- -LADY CAPULET -
-Marry, my child, early next Thursday morn,
-The gallant, young and noble gentleman,
-The County Paris, at Saint Peter's Church,
-Shall happily make thee there a joyful bride.
-
- -JULIET -
-Now, by Saint Peter's Church and Peter too,
-He shall not make me there a joyful bride.
-I wonder at this haste; that I must wed
-Ere he, that should be husband, comes to woo.
-I pray you, tell my lord and father, madam,
-I will not marry yet; and, when I do, I swear,
-It shall be Romeo, whom you know I hate,
-Rather than Paris. These are news indeed!
-
- -LADY CAPULET -
-Here comes your father; tell him so yourself,
-And see how he will take it at your hands.
-

Enter CAPULET and Nurse

-
- -CAPULET -
-When the sun sets, the air doth drizzle dew;
-But for the sunset of my brother's son
-It rains downright.
-How now! a conduit, girl? what, still in tears?
-Evermore showering? In one little body
-Thou counterfeit'st a bark, a sea, a wind;
-For still thy eyes, which I may call the sea,
-Do ebb and flow with tears; the bark thy body is,
-Sailing in this salt flood; the winds, thy sighs;
-Who, raging with thy tears, and they with them,
-Without a sudden calm, will overset
-Thy tempest-tossed body. How now, wife!
-Have you deliver'd to her our decree?
-
- -LADY CAPULET -
-Ay, sir; but she will none, she gives you thanks.
-I would the fool were married to her grave!
-
- -CAPULET -
-Soft! take me with you, take me with you, wife.
-How! will she none? doth she not give us thanks?
-Is she not proud? doth she not count her blest,
-Unworthy as she is, that we have wrought
-So worthy a gentleman to be her bridegroom?
-
- -JULIET -
-Not proud, you have; but thankful, that you have:
-Proud can I never be of what I hate;
-But thankful even for hate, that is meant love.
-
- -CAPULET -
-How now, how now, chop-logic! What is this?
-'Proud,' and 'I thank you,' and 'I thank you not;'
-And yet 'not proud,' mistress minion, you,
-Thank me no thankings, nor, proud me no prouds,
-But fettle your fine joints 'gainst Thursday next,
-To go with Paris to Saint Peter's Church,
-Or I will drag thee on a hurdle thither.
-Out, you green-sickness carrion! out, you baggage!
-You tallow-face!
-
- -LADY CAPULET -
- Fie, fie! what, are you mad?
-
- -JULIET -
-Good father, I beseech you on my knees,
-Hear me with patience but to speak a word.
-
- -CAPULET -
-Hang thee, young baggage! disobedient wretch!
-I tell thee what: get thee to church o' Thursday,
-Or never after look me in the face:
-Speak not, reply not, do not answer me;
-My fingers itch. Wife, we scarce thought us blest
-That God had lent us but this only child;
-But now I see this one is one too much,
-And that we have a curse in having her:
-Out on her, hilding!
-
- -Nurse -
-God in heaven bless her!
-You are to blame, my lord, to rate her so.
-
- -CAPULET -
-And why, my lady wisdom? hold your tongue,
-Good prudence; smatter with your gossips, go.
-
- -Nurse -
-I speak no treason.
-
- -CAPULET -
-O, God ye god-den.
-
- -Nurse -
-May not one speak?
-
- -CAPULET -
- Peace, you mumbling fool!
-Utter your gravity o'er a gossip's bowl;
-For here we need it not.
-
- -LADY CAPULET -
-You are too hot.
-
- -CAPULET -
-God's bread! it makes me mad:
-Day, night, hour, tide, time, work, play,
-Alone, in company, still my care hath been
-To have her match'd: and having now provided
-A gentleman of noble parentage,
-Of fair demesnes, youthful, and nobly train'd,
-Stuff'd, as they say, with honourable parts,
-Proportion'd as one's thought would wish a man;
-And then to have a wretched puling fool,
-A whining mammet, in her fortune's tender,
-To answer 'I'll not wed; I cannot love,
-I am too young; I pray you, pardon me.'
-But, as you will not wed, I'll pardon you:
-Graze where you will you shall not house with me:
-Look to't, think on't, I do not use to jest.
-Thursday is near; lay hand on heart, advise:
-An you be mine, I'll give you to my friend;
-And you be not, hang, beg, starve, die in
-the streets,
-For, by my soul, I'll ne'er acknowledge thee,
-Nor what is mine shall never do thee good:
-Trust to't, bethink you; I'll not be forsworn.
-

Exit

-
- -JULIET -
-Is there no pity sitting in the clouds,
-That sees into the bottom of my grief?
-O, sweet my mother, cast me not away!
-Delay this marriage for a month, a week;
-Or, if you do not, make the bridal bed
-In that dim monument where Tybalt lies.
-
- -LADY CAPULET -
-Talk not to me, for I'll not speak a word:
-Do as thou wilt, for I have done with thee.
-

Exit

-
- -JULIET -
-O God!--O nurse, how shall this be prevented?
-My husband is on earth, my faith in heaven;
-How shall that faith return again to earth,
-Unless that husband send it me from heaven
-By leaving earth? comfort me, counsel me.
-Alack, alack, that heaven should practise stratagems
-Upon so soft a subject as myself!
-What say'st thou? hast thou not a word of joy?
-Some comfort, nurse.
-
- -Nurse -
-Faith, here it is.
-Romeo is banish'd; and all the world to nothing,
-That he dares ne'er come back to challenge you;
-Or, if he do, it needs must be by stealth.
-Then, since the case so stands as now it doth,
-I think it best you married with the county.
-O, he's a lovely gentleman!
-Romeo's a dishclout to him: an eagle, madam,
-Hath not so green, so quick, so fair an eye
-As Paris hath. Beshrew my very heart,
-I think you are happy in this second match,
-For it excels your first: or if it did not,
-Your first is dead; or 'twere as good he were,
-As living here and you no use of him.
-
- -JULIET -
-Speakest thou from thy heart?
-
- -Nurse -
-And from my soul too;
-Or else beshrew them both.
-
- -JULIET -
-Amen!
-
- -Nurse -
-What?
-
- -JULIET -
-Well, thou hast comforted me marvellous much.
-Go in: and tell my lady I am gone,
-Having displeased my father, to Laurence' cell,
-To make confession and to be absolved.
-
- -Nurse -
-Marry, I will; and this is wisely done.
-

Exit

-
- -JULIET -
-Ancient damnation! O most wicked fiend!
-Is it more sin to wish me thus forsworn,
-Or to dispraise my lord with that same tongue
-Which she hath praised him with above compare
-So many thousand times? Go, counsellor;
-Thou and my bosom henceforth shall be twain.
-I'll to the friar, to know his remedy:
-If all else fail, myself have power to die.
-

Exit

-

-

ACT IV

-

SCENE I. Friar Laurence's cell.

-

-Enter FRIAR LAURENCE and PARIS -
- -FRIAR LAURENCE -
-On Thursday, sir? the time is very short.
-
- -PARIS -
-My father Capulet will have it so;
-And I am nothing slow to slack his haste.
-
- -FRIAR LAURENCE -
-You say you do not know the lady's mind:
-Uneven is the course, I like it not.
-
- -PARIS -
-Immoderately she weeps for Tybalt's death,
-And therefore have I little talk'd of love;
-For Venus smiles not in a house of tears.
-Now, sir, her father counts it dangerous
-That she doth give her sorrow so much sway,
-And in his wisdom hastes our marriage,
-To stop the inundation of her tears;
-Which, too much minded by herself alone,
-May be put from her by society:
-Now do you know the reason of this haste.
-
- -FRIAR LAURENCE -
-[Aside] I would I knew not why it should be slow'd.
-Look, sir, here comes the lady towards my cell.
-

Enter JULIET

-
- -PARIS -
-Happily met, my lady and my wife!
-
- -JULIET -
-That may be, sir, when I may be a wife.
-
- -PARIS -
-That may be must be, love, on Thursday next.
-
- -JULIET -
-What must be shall be.
-
- -FRIAR LAURENCE -
-That's a certain text.
-
- -PARIS -
-Come you to make confession to this father?
-
- -JULIET -
-To answer that, I should confess to you.
-
- -PARIS -
-Do not deny to him that you love me.
-
- -JULIET -
-I will confess to you that I love him.
-
- -PARIS -
-So will ye, I am sure, that you love me.
-
- -JULIET -
-If I do so, it will be of more price,
-Being spoke behind your back, than to your face.
-
- -PARIS -
-Poor soul, thy face is much abused with tears.
-
- -JULIET -
-The tears have got small victory by that;
-For it was bad enough before their spite.
-
- -PARIS -
-Thou wrong'st it, more than tears, with that report.
-
- -JULIET -
-That is no slander, sir, which is a truth;
-And what I spake, I spake it to my face.
-
- -PARIS -
-Thy face is mine, and thou hast slander'd it.
-
- -JULIET -
-It may be so, for it is not mine own.
-Are you at leisure, holy father, now;
-Or shall I come to you at evening mass?
-
- -FRIAR LAURENCE -
-My leisure serves me, pensive daughter, now.
-My lord, we must entreat the time alone.
-
- -PARIS -
-God shield I should disturb devotion!
-Juliet, on Thursday early will I rouse ye:
-Till then, adieu; and keep this holy kiss.
-

Exit

-
- -JULIET -
-O shut the door! and when thou hast done so,
-Come weep with me; past hope, past cure, past help!
-
- -FRIAR LAURENCE -
-Ah, Juliet, I already know thy grief;
-It strains me past the compass of my wits:
-I hear thou must, and nothing may prorogue it,
-On Thursday next be married to this county.
-
- -JULIET -
-Tell me not, friar, that thou hear'st of this,
-Unless thou tell me how I may prevent it:
-If, in thy wisdom, thou canst give no help,
-Do thou but call my resolution wise,
-And with this knife I'll help it presently.
-God join'd my heart and Romeo's, thou our hands;
-And ere this hand, by thee to Romeo seal'd,
-Shall be the label to another deed,
-Or my true heart with treacherous revolt
-Turn to another, this shall slay them both:
-Therefore, out of thy long-experienced time,
-Give me some present counsel, or, behold,
-'Twixt my extremes and me this bloody knife
-Shall play the umpire, arbitrating that
-Which the commission of thy years and art
-Could to no issue of true honour bring.
-Be not so long to speak; I long to die,
-If what thou speak'st speak not of remedy.
-
- -FRIAR LAURENCE -
-Hold, daughter: I do spy a kind of hope,
-Which craves as desperate an execution.
-As that is desperate which we would prevent.
-If, rather than to marry County Paris,
-Thou hast the strength of will to slay thyself,
-Then is it likely thou wilt undertake
-A thing like death to chide away this shame,
-That copest with death himself to scape from it:
-And, if thou darest, I'll give thee remedy.
-
- -JULIET -
-O, bid me leap, rather than marry Paris,
-From off the battlements of yonder tower;
-Or walk in thievish ways; or bid me lurk
-Where serpents are; chain me with roaring bears;
-Or shut me nightly in a charnel-house,
-O'er-cover'd quite with dead men's rattling bones,
-With reeky shanks and yellow chapless skulls;
-Or bid me go into a new-made grave
-And hide me with a dead man in his shroud;
-Things that, to hear them told, have made me tremble;
-And I will do it without fear or doubt,
-To live an unstain'd wife to my sweet love.
-
- -FRIAR LAURENCE -
-Hold, then; go home, be merry, give consent
-To marry Paris: Wednesday is to-morrow:
-To-morrow night look that thou lie alone;
-Let not thy nurse lie with thee in thy chamber:
-Take thou this vial, being then in bed,
-And this distilled liquor drink thou off;
-When presently through all thy veins shall run
-A cold and drowsy humour, for no pulse
-Shall keep his native progress, but surcease:
-No warmth, no breath, shall testify thou livest;
-The roses in thy lips and cheeks shall fade
-To paly ashes, thy eyes' windows fall,
-Like death, when he shuts up the day of life;
-Each part, deprived of supple government,
-Shall, stiff and stark and cold, appear like death:
-And in this borrow'd likeness of shrunk death
-Thou shalt continue two and forty hours,
-And then awake as from a pleasant sleep.
-Now, when the bridegroom in the morning comes
-To rouse thee from thy bed, there art thou dead:
-Then, as the manner of our country is,
-In thy best robes uncover'd on the bier
-Thou shalt be borne to that same ancient vault
-Where all the kindred of the Capulets lie.
-In the mean time, against thou shalt awake,
-Shall Romeo by my letters know our drift,
-And hither shall he come: and he and I
-Will watch thy waking, and that very night
-Shall Romeo bear thee hence to Mantua.
-And this shall free thee from this present shame;
-If no inconstant toy, nor womanish fear,
-Abate thy valour in the acting it.
-
- -JULIET -
-Give me, give me! O, tell not me of fear!
-
- -FRIAR LAURENCE -
-Hold; get you gone, be strong and prosperous
-In this resolve: I'll send a friar with speed
-To Mantua, with my letters to thy lord.
-
- -JULIET -
-Love give me strength! and strength shall help afford.
-Farewell, dear father!
-

Exeunt

-
-

SCENE II. Hall in Capulet's house.

-

-Enter CAPULET, LADY CAPULET, Nurse, and two Servingmen -
- -CAPULET -
-So many guests invite as here are writ.
-

Exit First Servant

-Sirrah, go hire me twenty cunning cooks.
-
- -Second Servant -
-You shall have none ill, sir; for I'll try if they
-can lick their fingers.
-
- -CAPULET -
-How canst thou try them so?
-
- -Second Servant -
-Marry, sir, 'tis an ill cook that cannot lick his
-own fingers: therefore he that cannot lick his
-fingers goes not with me.
-
- -CAPULET -
-Go, be gone.
-

Exit Second Servant

-We shall be much unfurnished for this time.
-What, is my daughter gone to Friar Laurence?
-
- -Nurse -
-Ay, forsooth.
-
- -CAPULET -
-Well, he may chance to do some good on her:
-A peevish self-will'd harlotry it is.
-
- -Nurse -
-See where she comes from shrift with merry look.
-

Enter JULIET

-
- -CAPULET -
-How now, my headstrong! where have you been gadding?
-
- -JULIET -
-Where I have learn'd me to repent the sin
-Of disobedient opposition
-To you and your behests, and am enjoin'd
-By holy Laurence to fall prostrate here,
-And beg your pardon: pardon, I beseech you!
-Henceforward I am ever ruled by you.
-
- -CAPULET -
-Send for the county; go tell him of this:
-I'll have this knot knit up to-morrow morning.
-
- -JULIET -
-I met the youthful lord at Laurence' cell;
-And gave him what becomed love I might,
-Not step o'er the bounds of modesty.
-
- -CAPULET -
-Why, I am glad on't; this is well: stand up:
-This is as't should be. Let me see the county;
-Ay, marry, go, I say, and fetch him hither.
-Now, afore God! this reverend holy friar,
-Our whole city is much bound to him.
-
- -JULIET -
-Nurse, will you go with me into my closet,
-To help me sort such needful ornaments
-As you think fit to furnish me to-morrow?
-
- -LADY CAPULET -
-No, not till Thursday; there is time enough.
-
- -CAPULET -
-Go, nurse, go with her: we'll to church to-morrow.
-

Exeunt JULIET and Nurse

-
- -LADY CAPULET -
-We shall be short in our provision:
-'Tis now near night.
-
- -CAPULET -
-Tush, I will stir about,
-And all things shall be well, I warrant thee, wife:
-Go thou to Juliet, help to deck up her;
-I'll not to bed to-night; let me alone;
-I'll play the housewife for this once. What, ho!
-They are all forth. Well, I will walk myself
-To County Paris, to prepare him up
-Against to-morrow: my heart is wondrous light,
-Since this same wayward girl is so reclaim'd.
-

Exeunt

-
-

SCENE III. Juliet's chamber.

-

-Enter JULIET and Nurse -
- -JULIET -
-Ay, those attires are best: but, gentle nurse,
-I pray thee, leave me to my self to-night,
-For I have need of many orisons
-To move the heavens to smile upon my state,
-Which, well thou know'st, is cross, and full of sin.
-

Enter LADY CAPULET

-
- -LADY CAPULET -
-What, are you busy, ho? need you my help?
-
- -JULIET -
-No, madam; we have cull'd such necessaries
-As are behoveful for our state to-morrow:
-So please you, let me now be left alone,
-And let the nurse this night sit up with you;
-For, I am sure, you have your hands full all,
-In this so sudden business.
-
- -LADY CAPULET -
-Good night:
-Get thee to bed, and rest; for thou hast need.
-

Exeunt LADY CAPULET and Nurse

-
- -JULIET -
-Farewell! God knows when we shall meet again.
-I have a faint cold fear thrills through my veins,
-That almost freezes up the heat of life:
-I'll call them back again to comfort me:
-Nurse! What should she do here?
-My dismal scene I needs must act alone.
-Come, vial.
-What if this mixture do not work at all?
-Shall I be married then to-morrow morning?
-No, no: this shall forbid it: lie thou there.
-

Laying down her dagger

-What if it be a poison, which the friar
-Subtly hath minister'd to have me dead,
-Lest in this marriage he should be dishonour'd,
-Because he married me before to Romeo?
-I fear it is: and yet, methinks, it should not,
-For he hath still been tried a holy man.
-How if, when I am laid into the tomb,
-I wake before the time that Romeo
-Come to redeem me? there's a fearful point!
-Shall I not, then, be stifled in the vault,
-To whose foul mouth no healthsome air breathes in,
-And there die strangled ere my Romeo comes?
-Or, if I live, is it not very like,
-The horrible conceit of death and night,
-Together with the terror of the place,--
-As in a vault, an ancient receptacle,
-Where, for these many hundred years, the bones
-Of all my buried ancestors are packed:
-Where bloody Tybalt, yet but green in earth,
-Lies festering in his shroud; where, as they say,
-At some hours in the night spirits resort;--
-Alack, alack, is it not like that I,
-So early waking, what with loathsome smells,
-And shrieks like mandrakes' torn out of the earth,
-That living mortals, hearing them, run mad:--
-O, if I wake, shall I not be distraught,
-Environed with all these hideous fears?
-And madly play with my forefather's joints?
-And pluck the mangled Tybalt from his shroud?
-And, in this rage, with some great kinsman's bone,
-As with a club, dash out my desperate brains?
-O, look! methinks I see my cousin's ghost
-Seeking out Romeo, that did spit his body
-Upon a rapier's point: stay, Tybalt, stay!
-Romeo, I come! this do I drink to thee.
-

She falls upon her bed, within the curtains

-
-

SCENE IV. Hall in Capulet's house.

-

-Enter LADY CAPULET and Nurse -
- -LADY CAPULET -
-Hold, take these keys, and fetch more spices, nurse.
-
- -Nurse -
-They call for dates and quinces in the pastry.
-

Enter CAPULET

-
- -CAPULET -
-Come, stir, stir, stir! the second cock hath crow'd,
-The curfew-bell hath rung, 'tis three o'clock:
-Look to the baked meats, good Angelica:
-Spare not for the cost.
-
- -Nurse -
-Go, you cot-quean, go,
-Get you to bed; faith, You'll be sick to-morrow
-For this night's watching.
-
- -CAPULET -
-No, not a whit: what! I have watch'd ere now
-All night for lesser cause, and ne'er been sick.
-
- -LADY CAPULET -
-Ay, you have been a mouse-hunt in your time;
-But I will watch you from such watching now.
-

Exeunt LADY CAPULET and Nurse

-
- -CAPULET -
-A jealous hood, a jealous hood!
-

Enter three or four Servingmen, with spits, logs, and baskets

-Now, fellow,
-What's there?
-
- -First Servant -
-Things for the cook, sir; but I know not what.
-
- -CAPULET -
-Make haste, make haste.
-

Exit First Servant

-Sirrah, fetch drier logs:
-Call Peter, he will show thee where they are.
-
- -Second Servant -
-I have a head, sir, that will find out logs,
-And never trouble Peter for the matter.
-

Exit

-
- -CAPULET -
-Mass, and well said; a merry whoreson, ha!
-Thou shalt be logger-head. Good faith, 'tis day:
-The county will be here with music straight,
-For so he said he would: I hear him near.
-

Music within

-Nurse! Wife! What, ho! What, nurse, I say!
-

Re-enter Nurse

-Go waken Juliet, go and trim her up;
-I'll go and chat with Paris: hie, make haste,
-Make haste; the bridegroom he is come already:
-Make haste, I say.
-

Exeunt

-
-

SCENE V. Juliet's chamber.

-

-Enter Nurse -
- -Nurse -
-Mistress! what, mistress! Juliet! fast, I warrant her, she:
-Why, lamb! why, lady! fie, you slug-a-bed!
-Why, love, I say! madam! sweet-heart! why, bride!
-What, not a word? you take your pennyworths now;
-Sleep for a week; for the next night, I warrant,
-The County Paris hath set up his rest,
-That you shall rest but little. God forgive me,
-Marry, and amen, how sound is she asleep!
-I must needs wake her. Madam, madam, madam!
-Ay, let the county take you in your bed;
-He'll fright you up, i' faith. Will it not be?
-

Undraws the curtains

-What, dress'd! and in your clothes! and down again!
-I must needs wake you; Lady! lady! lady!
-Alas, alas! Help, help! my lady's dead!
-O, well-a-day, that ever I was born!
-Some aqua vitae, ho! My lord! my lady!
-

Enter LADY CAPULET

-
- -LADY CAPULET -
-What noise is here?
-
- -Nurse -
-O lamentable day!
-
- -LADY CAPULET -
-What is the matter?
-
- -Nurse -
-Look, look! O heavy day!
-
- -LADY CAPULET -
-O me, O me! My child, my only life,
-Revive, look up, or I will die with thee!
-Help, help! Call help.
-

Enter CAPULET

-
- -CAPULET -
-For shame, bring Juliet forth; her lord is come.
-
- -Nurse -
-She's dead, deceased, she's dead; alack the day!
-
- -LADY CAPULET -
-Alack the day, she's dead, she's dead, she's dead!
-
- -CAPULET -
-Ha! let me see her: out, alas! she's cold:
-Her blood is settled, and her joints are stiff;
-Life and these lips have long been separated:
-Death lies on her like an untimely frost
-Upon the sweetest flower of all the field.
-
- -Nurse -
-O lamentable day!
-
- -LADY CAPULET -
- O woful time!
-
- -CAPULET -
-Death, that hath ta'en her hence to make me wail,
-Ties up my tongue, and will not let me speak.
-

Enter FRIAR LAURENCE and PARIS, with Musicians

-
- -FRIAR LAURENCE -
-Come, is the bride ready to go to church?
-
- -CAPULET -
-Ready to go, but never to return.
-O son! the night before thy wedding-day
-Hath Death lain with thy wife. There she lies,
-Flower as she was, deflowered by him.
-Death is my son-in-law, Death is my heir;
-My daughter he hath wedded: I will die,
-And leave him all; life, living, all is Death's.
-
- -PARIS -
-Have I thought long to see this morning's face,
-And doth it give me such a sight as this?
-
- -LADY CAPULET -
-Accursed, unhappy, wretched, hateful day!
-Most miserable hour that e'er time saw
-In lasting labour of his pilgrimage!
-But one, poor one, one poor and loving child,
-But one thing to rejoice and solace in,
-And cruel death hath catch'd it from my sight!
-
- -Nurse -
-O woe! O woful, woful, woful day!
-Most lamentable day, most woful day,
-That ever, ever, I did yet behold!
-O day! O day! O day! O hateful day!
-Never was seen so black a day as this:
-O woful day, O woful day!
-
- -PARIS -
-Beguiled, divorced, wronged, spited, slain!
-Most detestable death, by thee beguil'd,
-By cruel cruel thee quite overthrown!
-O love! O life! not life, but love in death!
-
- -CAPULET -
-Despised, distressed, hated, martyr'd, kill'd!
-Uncomfortable time, why camest thou now
-To murder, murder our solemnity?
-O child! O child! my soul, and not my child!
-Dead art thou! Alack! my child is dead;
-And with my child my joys are buried.
-
- -FRIAR LAURENCE -
-Peace, ho, for shame! confusion's cure lives not
-In these confusions. Heaven and yourself
-Had part in this fair maid; now heaven hath all,
-And all the better is it for the maid:
-Your part in her you could not keep from death,
-But heaven keeps his part in eternal life.
-The most you sought was her promotion;
-For 'twas your heaven she should be advanced:
-And weep ye now, seeing she is advanced
-Above the clouds, as high as heaven itself?
-O, in this love, you love your child so ill,
-That you run mad, seeing that she is well:
-She's not well married that lives married long;
-But she's best married that dies married young.
-Dry up your tears, and stick your rosemary
-On this fair corse; and, as the custom is,
-In all her best array bear her to church:
-For though fond nature bids us an lament,
-Yet nature's tears are reason's merriment.
-
- -CAPULET -
-All things that we ordained festival,
-Turn from their office to black funeral;
-Our instruments to melancholy bells,
-Our wedding cheer to a sad burial feast,
-Our solemn hymns to sullen dirges change,
-Our bridal flowers serve for a buried corse,
-And all things change them to the contrary.
-
- -FRIAR LAURENCE -
-Sir, go you in; and, madam, go with him;
-And go, Sir Paris; every one prepare
-To follow this fair corse unto her grave:
-The heavens do lour upon you for some ill;
-Move them no more by crossing their high will.
-

Exeunt CAPULET, LADY CAPULET, PARIS, and FRIAR LAURENCE

-
- -First Musician -
-Faith, we may put up our pipes, and be gone.
-
- -Nurse -
-Honest goodfellows, ah, put up, put up;
-For, well you know, this is a pitiful case.
-

Exit

-
- -First Musician -
-Ay, by my troth, the case may be amended.
-

Enter PETER

-
- -PETER -
-Musicians, O, musicians, 'Heart's ease, Heart's
-ease:' O, an you will have me live, play 'Heart's ease.'
-
- -First Musician -
-Why 'Heart's ease?'
-
- -PETER -
-O, musicians, because my heart itself plays 'My
-heart is full of woe:' O, play me some merry dump,
-to comfort me.
-
- -First Musician -
-Not a dump we; 'tis no time to play now.
-
- -PETER -
-You will not, then?
-
- -First Musician -
-No.
-
- -PETER -
-I will then give it you soundly.
-
- -First Musician -
-What will you give us?
-
- -PETER -
-No money, on my faith, but the gleek;
-I will give you the minstrel.
-
- -First Musician -
-Then I will give you the serving-creature.
-
- -PETER -
-Then will I lay the serving-creature's dagger on
-your pate. I will carry no crotchets: I'll re you,
-I'll fa you; do you note me?
-
- -First Musician -
-An you re us and fa us, you note us.
-
- -Second Musician -
-Pray you, put up your dagger, and put out your wit.
-
- -PETER -
-Then have at you with my wit! I will dry-beat you
-with an iron wit, and put up my iron dagger. Answer
-me like men:
-'When griping grief the heart doth wound,
-And doleful dumps the mind oppress,
-Then music with her silver sound'--
-why 'silver sound'? why 'music with her silver
-sound'? What say you, Simon Catling?
-
- -Musician -
-Marry, sir, because silver hath a sweet sound.
-
- -PETER -
-Pretty! What say you, Hugh Rebeck?
-
- -Second Musician -
-I say 'silver sound,' because musicians sound for silver.
-
- -PETER -
-Pretty too! What say you, James Soundpost?
-
- -Third Musician -
-Faith, I know not what to say.
-
- -PETER -
-O, I cry you mercy; you are the singer: I will say
-for you. It is 'music with her silver sound,'
-because musicians have no gold for sounding:
-'Then music with her silver sound
-With speedy help doth lend redress.'
-

Exit

-
- -First Musician -
-What a pestilent knave is this same!
-
- -Second Musician -
-Hang him, Jack! Come, we'll in here; tarry for the
-mourners, and stay dinner.
-

Exeunt

-

-

ACT V

-

SCENE I. Mantua. A street.

-

-Enter ROMEO -
- -ROMEO -
-If I may trust the flattering truth of sleep,
-My dreams presage some joyful news at hand:
-My bosom's lord sits lightly in his throne;
-And all this day an unaccustom'd spirit
-Lifts me above the ground with cheerful thoughts.
-I dreamt my lady came and found me dead--
-Strange dream, that gives a dead man leave
-to think!--
-And breathed such life with kisses in my lips,
-That I revived, and was an emperor.
-Ah me! how sweet is love itself possess'd,
-When but love's shadows are so rich in joy!
-

Enter BALTHASAR, booted

-News from Verona!--How now, Balthasar!
-Dost thou not bring me letters from the friar?
-How doth my lady? Is my father well?
-How fares my Juliet? that I ask again;
-For nothing can be ill, if she be well.
-
- -BALTHASAR -
-Then she is well, and nothing can be ill:
-Her body sleeps in Capel's monument,
-And her immortal part with angels lives.
-I saw her laid low in her kindred's vault,
-And presently took post to tell it you:
-O, pardon me for bringing these ill news,
-Since you did leave it for my office, sir.
-
- -ROMEO -
-Is it even so? then I defy you, stars!
-Thou know'st my lodging: get me ink and paper,
-And hire post-horses; I will hence to-night.
-
- -BALTHASAR -
-I do beseech you, sir, have patience:
-Your looks are pale and wild, and do import
-Some misadventure.
-
- -ROMEO -
- Tush, thou art deceived:
-Leave me, and do the thing I bid thee do.
-Hast thou no letters to me from the friar?
-
- -BALTHASAR -
-No, my good lord.
-
- -ROMEO -
- No matter: get thee gone,
-And hire those horses; I'll be with thee straight.
-

Exit BALTHASAR

-Well, Juliet, I will lie with thee to-night.
-Let's see for means: O mischief, thou art swift
-To enter in the thoughts of desperate men!
-I do remember an apothecary,--
-And hereabouts he dwells,--which late I noted
-In tatter'd weeds, with overwhelming brows,
-Culling of simples; meagre were his looks,
-Sharp misery had worn him to the bones:
-And in his needy shop a tortoise hung,
-An alligator stuff'd, and other skins
-Of ill-shaped fishes; and about his shelves
-A beggarly account of empty boxes,
-Green earthen pots, bladders and musty seeds,
-Remnants of packthread and old cakes of roses,
-Were thinly scatter'd, to make up a show.
-Noting this penury, to myself I said
-'An if a man did need a poison now,
-Whose sale is present death in Mantua,
-Here lives a caitiff wretch would sell it him.'
-O, this same thought did but forerun my need;
-And this same needy man must sell it me.
-As I remember, this should be the house.
-Being holiday, the beggar's shop is shut.
-What, ho! apothecary!
-

Enter Apothecary

-
- -Apothecary -
-Who calls so loud?
-
- -ROMEO -
-Come hither, man. I see that thou art poor:
-Hold, there is forty ducats: let me have
-A dram of poison, such soon-speeding gear
-As will disperse itself through all the veins
-That the life-weary taker may fall dead
-And that the trunk may be discharged of breath
-As violently as hasty powder fired
-Doth hurry from the fatal cannon's womb.
-
- -Apothecary -
-Such mortal drugs I have; but Mantua's law
-Is death to any he that utters them.
-
- -ROMEO -
-Art thou so bare and full of wretchedness,
-And fear'st to die? famine is in thy cheeks,
-Need and oppression starveth in thine eyes,
-Contempt and beggary hangs upon thy back;
-The world is not thy friend nor the world's law;
-The world affords no law to make thee rich;
-Then be not poor, but break it, and take this.
-
- -Apothecary -
-My poverty, but not my will, consents.
-
- -ROMEO -
-I pay thy poverty, and not thy will.
-
- -Apothecary -
-Put this in any liquid thing you will,
-And drink it off; and, if you had the strength
-Of twenty men, it would dispatch you straight.
-
- -ROMEO -
-There is thy gold, worse poison to men's souls,
-Doing more murders in this loathsome world,
-Than these poor compounds that thou mayst not sell.
-I sell thee poison; thou hast sold me none.
-Farewell: buy food, and get thyself in flesh.
-Come, cordial and not poison, go with me
-To Juliet's grave; for there must I use thee.
-

Exeunt

-
-

SCENE II. Friar Laurence's cell.

-

-Enter FRIAR JOHN -
- -FRIAR JOHN -
-Holy Franciscan friar! brother, ho!
-

Enter FRIAR LAURENCE

-
- -FRIAR LAURENCE -
-This same should be the voice of Friar John.
-Welcome from Mantua: what says Romeo?
-Or, if his mind be writ, give me his letter.
-
- -FRIAR JOHN -
-Going to find a bare-foot brother out
-One of our order, to associate me,
-Here in this city visiting the sick,
-And finding him, the searchers of the town,
-Suspecting that we both were in a house
-Where the infectious pestilence did reign,
-Seal'd up the doors, and would not let us forth;
-So that my speed to Mantua there was stay'd.
-
- -FRIAR LAURENCE -
-Who bare my letter, then, to Romeo?
-
- -FRIAR JOHN -
-I could not send it,--here it is again,--
-Nor get a messenger to bring it thee,
-So fearful were they of infection.
-
- -FRIAR LAURENCE -
-Unhappy fortune! by my brotherhood,
-The letter was not nice but full of charge
-Of dear import, and the neglecting it
-May do much danger. Friar John, go hence;
-Get me an iron crow, and bring it straight
-Unto my cell.
-
- -FRIAR JOHN -
-Brother, I'll go and bring it thee.
-

Exit

-
- -FRIAR LAURENCE -
-Now must I to the monument alone;
-Within three hours will fair Juliet wake:
-She will beshrew me much that Romeo
-Hath had no notice of these accidents;
-But I will write again to Mantua,
-And keep her at my cell till Romeo come;
-Poor living corse, closed in a dead man's tomb!
-

Exit

-
-

SCENE III. A churchyard; in it a tomb belonging to the Capulets.

-

-Enter PARIS, and his Page bearing flowers and a torch -
- -PARIS -
-Give me thy torch, boy: hence, and stand aloof:
-Yet put it out, for I would not be seen.
-Under yond yew-trees lay thee all along,
-Holding thine ear close to the hollow ground;
-So shall no foot upon the churchyard tread,
-Being loose, unfirm, with digging up of graves,
-But thou shalt hear it: whistle then to me,
-As signal that thou hear'st something approach.
-Give me those flowers. Do as I bid thee, go.
-
- -PAGE -
-[Aside] I am almost afraid to stand alone
-Here in the churchyard; yet I will adventure.
-

Retires

-
- -PARIS -
-Sweet flower, with flowers thy bridal bed I strew,--
-O woe! thy canopy is dust and stones;--
-Which with sweet water nightly I will dew,
-Or, wanting that, with tears distill'd by moans:
-The obsequies that I for thee will keep
-Nightly shall be to strew thy grave and weep.
-

The Page whistles

-The boy gives warning something doth approach.
-What cursed foot wanders this way to-night,
-To cross my obsequies and true love's rite?
-What with a torch! muffle me, night, awhile.
-

Retires

-

Enter ROMEO and BALTHASAR, with a torch, mattock, & c

-
- -ROMEO -
-Give me that mattock and the wrenching iron.
-Hold, take this letter; early in the morning
-See thou deliver it to my lord and father.
-Give me the light: upon thy life, I charge thee,
-Whate'er thou hear'st or seest, stand all aloof,
-And do not interrupt me in my course.
-Why I descend into this bed of death,
-Is partly to behold my lady's face;
-But chiefly to take thence from her dead finger
-A precious ring, a ring that I must use
-In dear employment: therefore hence, be gone:
-But if thou, jealous, dost return to pry
-In what I further shall intend to do,
-By heaven, I will tear thee joint by joint
-And strew this hungry churchyard with thy limbs:
-The time and my intents are savage-wild,
-More fierce and more inexorable far
-Than empty tigers or the roaring sea.
-
- -BALTHASAR -
-I will be gone, sir, and not trouble you.
-
- -ROMEO -
-So shalt thou show me friendship. Take thou that:
-Live, and be prosperous: and farewell, good fellow.
-
- -BALTHASAR -
-[Aside] For all this same, I'll hide me hereabout:
-His looks I fear, and his intents I doubt.
-

Retires

-
- -ROMEO -
-Thou detestable maw, thou womb of death,
-Gorged with the dearest morsel of the earth,
-Thus I enforce thy rotten jaws to open,
-And, in despite, I'll cram thee with more food!
-

Opens the tomb

-
- -PARIS -
-This is that banish'd haughty Montague,
-That murder'd my love's cousin, with which grief,
-It is supposed, the fair creature died;
-And here is come to do some villanous shame
-To the dead bodies: I will apprehend him.
-

Comes forward

-Stop thy unhallow'd toil, vile Montague!
-Can vengeance be pursued further than death?
-Condemned villain, I do apprehend thee:
-Obey, and go with me; for thou must die.
-
- -ROMEO -
-I must indeed; and therefore came I hither.
-Good gentle youth, tempt not a desperate man;
-Fly hence, and leave me: think upon these gone;
-Let them affright thee. I beseech thee, youth,
-Put not another sin upon my head,
-By urging me to fury: O, be gone!
-By heaven, I love thee better than myself;
-For I come hither arm'd against myself:
-Stay not, be gone; live, and hereafter say,
-A madman's mercy bade thee run away.
-
- -PARIS -
-I do defy thy conjurations,
-And apprehend thee for a felon here.
-
- -ROMEO -
-Wilt thou provoke me? then have at thee, boy!
-

They fight

-
- -PAGE -
-O Lord, they fight! I will go call the watch.
-

Exit

-
- -PARIS -
-O, I am slain!
-

Falls

-If thou be merciful,
-Open the tomb, lay me with Juliet.
-

Dies

-
- -ROMEO -
-In faith, I will. Let me peruse this face.
-Mercutio's kinsman, noble County Paris!
-What said my man, when my betossed soul
-Did not attend him as we rode? I think
-He told me Paris should have married Juliet:
-Said he not so? or did I dream it so?
-Or am I mad, hearing him talk of Juliet,
-To think it was so? O, give me thy hand,
-One writ with me in sour misfortune's book!
-I'll bury thee in a triumphant grave;
-A grave? O no! a lantern, slaughter'd youth,
-For here lies Juliet, and her beauty makes
-This vault a feasting presence full of light.
-Death, lie thou there, by a dead man interr'd.
-

Laying PARIS in the tomb

-How oft when men are at the point of death
-Have they been merry! which their keepers call
-A lightning before death: O, how may I
-Call this a lightning? O my love! my wife!
-Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath,
-Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty:
-Thou art not conquer'd; beauty's ensign yet
-Is crimson in thy lips and in thy cheeks,
-And death's pale flag is not advanced there.
-Tybalt, liest thou there in thy bloody sheet?
-O, what more favour can I do to thee,
-Than with that hand that cut thy youth in twain
-To sunder his that was thine enemy?
-Forgive me, cousin! Ah, dear Juliet,
-Why art thou yet so fair? shall I believe
-That unsubstantial death is amorous,
-And that the lean abhorred monster keeps
-Thee here in dark to be his paramour?
-For fear of that, I still will stay with thee;
-And never from this palace of dim night
-Depart again: here, here will I remain
-With worms that are thy chamber-maids; O, here
-Will I set up my everlasting rest,
-And shake the yoke of inauspicious stars
-From this world-wearied flesh. Eyes, look your last!
-Arms, take your last embrace! and, lips, O you
-The doors of breath, seal with a righteous kiss
-A dateless bargain to engrossing death!
-Come, bitter conduct, come, unsavoury guide!
-Thou desperate pilot, now at once run on
-The dashing rocks thy sea-sick weary bark!
-Here's to my love!
-

Drinks

-O true apothecary!
-Thy drugs are quick. Thus with a kiss I die.
-

Dies

-

Enter, at the other end of the churchyard, FRIAR LAURENCE, with a lantern, crow, and spade

-
- -FRIAR LAURENCE -
-Saint Francis be my speed! how oft to-night
-Have my old feet stumbled at graves! Who's there?
-
- -BALTHASAR -
-Here's one, a friend, and one that knows you well.
-
- -FRIAR LAURENCE -
-Bliss be upon you! Tell me, good my friend,
-What torch is yond, that vainly lends his light
-To grubs and eyeless skulls? as I discern,
-It burneth in the Capel's monument.
-
- -BALTHASAR -
-It doth so, holy sir; and there's my master,
-One that you love.
-
- -FRIAR LAURENCE -
- Who is it?
-
- -BALTHASAR -
-Romeo.
-
- -FRIAR LAURENCE -
-How long hath he been there?
-
- -BALTHASAR -
-Full half an hour.
-
- -FRIAR LAURENCE -
-Go with me to the vault.
-
- -BALTHASAR -
-I dare not, sir
-My master knows not but I am gone hence;
-And fearfully did menace me with death,
-If I did stay to look on his intents.
-
- -FRIAR LAURENCE -
-Stay, then; I'll go alone. Fear comes upon me:
-O, much I fear some ill unlucky thing.
-
- -BALTHASAR -
-As I did sleep under this yew-tree here,
-I dreamt my master and another fought,
-And that my master slew him.
-
- -FRIAR LAURENCE -
-Romeo!
-

Advances

-Alack, alack, what blood is this, which stains
-The stony entrance of this sepulchre?
-What mean these masterless and gory swords
-To lie discolour'd by this place of peace?
-

Enters the tomb

-Romeo! O, pale! Who else? what, Paris too?
-And steep'd in blood? Ah, what an unkind hour
-Is guilty of this lamentable chance!
-The lady stirs.
-

JULIET wakes

-
- -JULIET -
-O comfortable friar! where is my lord?
-I do remember well where I should be,
-And there I am. Where is my Romeo?
-

Noise within

-
- -FRIAR LAURENCE -
-I hear some noise. Lady, come from that nest
-Of death, contagion, and unnatural sleep:
-A greater power than we can contradict
-Hath thwarted our intents. Come, come away.
-Thy husband in thy bosom there lies dead;
-And Paris too. Come, I'll dispose of thee
-Among a sisterhood of holy nuns:
-Stay not to question, for the watch is coming;
-Come, go, good Juliet,
-

Noise again

-I dare no longer stay.
-
- -JULIET -
-Go, get thee hence, for I will not away.
-

Exit FRIAR LAURENCE

-What's here? a cup, closed in my true love's hand?
-Poison, I see, hath been his timeless end:
-O churl! drunk all, and left no friendly drop
-To help me after? I will kiss thy lips;
-Haply some poison yet doth hang on them,
-To make die with a restorative.
-

Kisses him

-Thy lips are warm.
-
- -First Watchman -
-[Within] Lead, boy: which way?
-
- -JULIET -
-Yea, noise? then I'll be brief. O happy dagger!
-

Snatching ROMEO's dagger

-This is thy sheath;
-

Stabs herself

-there rust, and let me die.
-

Falls on ROMEO's body, and dies

-

Enter Watch, with the Page of PARIS

-
- -PAGE -
-This is the place; there, where the torch doth burn.
-
- -First Watchman -
-The ground is bloody; search about the churchyard:
-Go, some of you, whoe'er you find attach.
-Pitiful sight! here lies the county slain,
-And Juliet bleeding, warm, and newly dead,
-Who here hath lain these two days buried.
-Go, tell the prince: run to the Capulets:
-Raise up the Montagues: some others search:
-We see the ground whereon these woes do lie;
-But the true ground of all these piteous woes
-We cannot without circumstance descry.
-

Re-enter some of the Watch, with BALTHASAR

-
- -Second Watchman -
-Here's Romeo's man; we found him in the churchyard.
-
- -First Watchman -
-Hold him in safety, till the prince come hither.
-

Re-enter others of the Watch, with FRIAR LAURENCE

-
- -Third Watchman -
-Here is a friar, that trembles, sighs and weeps:
-We took this mattock and this spade from him,
-As he was coming from this churchyard side.
-
- -First Watchman -
-A great suspicion: stay the friar too.
-

Enter the PRINCE and Attendants

-
- -PRINCE -
-What misadventure is so early up,
-That calls our person from our morning's rest?
-

Enter CAPULET, LADY CAPULET, and others

-
- -CAPULET -
-What should it be, that they so shriek abroad?
-
- -LADY CAPULET -
-The people in the street cry Romeo,
-Some Juliet, and some Paris; and all run,
-With open outcry toward our monument.
-
- -PRINCE -
-What fear is this which startles in our ears?
-
- -First Watchman -
-Sovereign, here lies the County Paris slain;
-And Romeo dead; and Juliet, dead before,
-Warm and new kill'd.
-
- -PRINCE -
-Search, seek, and know how this foul murder comes.
-
- -First Watchman -
-Here is a friar, and slaughter'd Romeo's man;
-With instruments upon them, fit to open
-These dead men's tombs.
-
- -CAPULET -
-O heavens! O wife, look how our daughter bleeds!
-This dagger hath mista'en--for, lo, his house
-Is empty on the back of Montague,--
-And it mis-sheathed in my daughter's bosom!
-
- -LADY CAPULET -
-O me! this sight of death is as a bell,
-That warns my old age to a sepulchre.
-

Enter MONTAGUE and others

-
- -PRINCE -
-Come, Montague; for thou art early up,
-To see thy son and heir more early down.
-
- -MONTAGUE -
-Alas, my liege, my wife is dead to-night;
-Grief of my son's exile hath stopp'd her breath:
-What further woe conspires against mine age?
-
- -PRINCE -
-Look, and thou shalt see.
-
- -MONTAGUE -
-O thou untaught! what manners is in this?
-To press before thy father to a grave?
-
- -PRINCE -
-Seal up the mouth of outrage for a while,
-Till we can clear these ambiguities,
-And know their spring, their head, their
-true descent;
-And then will I be general of your woes,
-And lead you even to death: meantime forbear,
-And let mischance be slave to patience.
-Bring forth the parties of suspicion.
-
- -FRIAR LAURENCE -
-I am the greatest, able to do least,
-Yet most suspected, as the time and place
-Doth make against me of this direful murder;
-And here I stand, both to impeach and purge
-Myself condemned and myself excused.
-
- -PRINCE -
-Then say at once what thou dost know in this.
-
- -FRIAR LAURENCE -
-I will be brief, for my short date of breath
-Is not so long as is a tedious tale.
-Romeo, there dead, was husband to that Juliet;
-And she, there dead, that Romeo's faithful wife:
-I married them; and their stol'n marriage-day
-Was Tybalt's dooms-day, whose untimely death
-Banish'd the new-made bridegroom from the city,
-For whom, and not for Tybalt, Juliet pined.
-You, to remove that siege of grief from her,
-Betroth'd and would have married her perforce
-To County Paris: then comes she to me,
-And, with wild looks, bid me devise some mean
-To rid her from this second marriage,
-Or in my cell there would she kill herself.
-Then gave I her, so tutor'd by my art,
-A sleeping potion; which so took effect
-As I intended, for it wrought on her
-The form of death: meantime I writ to Romeo,
-That he should hither come as this dire night,
-To help to take her from her borrow'd grave,
-Being the time the potion's force should cease.
-But he which bore my letter, Friar John,
-Was stay'd by accident, and yesternight
-Return'd my letter back. Then all alone
-At the prefixed hour of her waking,
-Came I to take her from her kindred's vault;
-Meaning to keep her closely at my cell,
-Till I conveniently could send to Romeo:
-But when I came, some minute ere the time
-Of her awaking, here untimely lay
-The noble Paris and true Romeo dead.
-She wakes; and I entreated her come forth,
-And bear this work of heaven with patience:
-But then a noise did scare me from the tomb;
-And she, too desperate, would not go with me,
-But, as it seems, did violence on herself.
-All this I know; and to the marriage
-Her nurse is privy: and, if aught in this
-Miscarried by my fault, let my old life
-Be sacrificed, some hour before his time,
-Unto the rigour of severest law.
-
- -PRINCE -
-We still have known thee for a holy man.
-Where's Romeo's man? what can he say in this?
-
- -BALTHASAR -
-I brought my master news of Juliet's death;
-And then in post he came from Mantua
-To this same place, to this same monument.
-This letter he early bid me give his father,
-And threatened me with death, going in the vault,
-I departed not and left him there.
-
- -PRINCE -
-Give me the letter; I will look on it.
-Where is the county's page, that raised the watch?
-Sirrah, what made your master in this place?
-
- -PAGE -
-He came with flowers to strew his lady's grave;
-And bid me stand aloof, and so I did:
-Anon comes one with light to ope the tomb;
-And by and by my master drew on him;
-And then I ran away to call the watch.
-
- -PRINCE -
-This letter doth make good the friar's words,
-Their course of love, the tidings of her death:
-And here he writes that he did buy a poison
-Of a poor 'pothecary, and therewithal
-Came to this vault to die, and lie with Juliet.
-Where be these enemies? Capulet! Montague!
-See, what a scourge is laid upon your hate,
-That heaven finds means to kill your joys with love.
-And I for winking at your discords too
-Have lost a brace of kinsmen: all are punish'd.
-
- -CAPULET -
-O brother Montague, give me thy hand:
-This is my daughter's jointure, for no more
-Can I demand.
-
- -MONTAGUE -
- But I can give thee more:
-For I will raise her statue in pure gold;
-That while Verona by that name is known,
-There shall no figure at such rate be set
-As that of true and faithful Juliet.
-
- -CAPULET -
-As rich shall Romeo's by his lady's lie;
-Poor sacrifices of our enmity!
-
- -PRINCE -
-A glooming peace this morning with it brings;
-The sun, for sorrow, will not show his head:
-Go hence, to have more talk of these sad things;
-Some shall be pardon'd, and some punished:
-For never was a story of more woe
-Than this of Juliet and her Romeo.
-

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-Act 1, Prologue: PROLOGUE
-Act 1, Scene 1: Verona. A public place.
-Act 1, Scene 2: A street.
-Act 1, Scene 3: A room in Capulet's house.
-Act 1, Scene 4: A street.
-Act 1, Scene 5: A hall in Capulet's house.
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-Act 2, Prologue: PROLOGUE
-Act 2, Scene 1: A lane by the wall of Capulet's orchard.
-Act 2, Scene 2: Capulet's orchard.
-Act 2, Scene 3: Friar Laurence's cell.
-Act 2, Scene 4: A street.
-Act 2, Scene 5: Capulet's orchard.
-Act 2, Scene 6: Friar Laurence's cell.
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-Act 3, Scene 1: A public place.
-Act 3, Scene 2: Capulet's orchard.
-Act 3, Scene 3: Friar Laurence's cell.
-Act 3, Scene 4: A room in Capulet's house.
-Act 3, Scene 5: Capulet's orchard.
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-Act 4, Scene 1: Friar Laurence's cell.
-Act 4, Scene 2: Hall in Capulet's house.
-Act 4, Scene 3: Juliet's chamber.
-Act 4, Scene 4: Hall in Capulet's house.
-Act 4, Scene 5: Juliet's chamber.
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-Act 5, Scene 1: Mantua. A street.
-Act 5, Scene 2: Friar Laurence's cell.
-Act 5, Scene 3: A churchyard; in it a tomb belonging to the Capulets.
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PROLOGUE

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-Two households, both alike in dignity,
-In fair Verona, where we lay our scene,
-From ancient grudge break to new mutiny,
-Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean.
-From forth the fatal loins of these two foes
-A pair of star-cross'd lovers take their life;
-Whose misadventured piteous overthrows
-Do with their death bury their parents' strife.
-The fearful passage of their death-mark'd love,
-And the continuance of their parents' rage,
-Which, but their children's end, nought could remove,
-Is now the two hours' traffic of our stage;
-The which if you with patient ears attend,
-What here shall miss, our toil shall strive to mend.
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SCENE I. Verona. A public place.

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-Enter SAMPSON and GREGORY, of the house of Capulet, armed with swords and bucklers -
- -SAMPSON -
-Gregory, o' my word, we'll not carry coals.
-
- -GREGORY -
-No, for then we should be colliers.
-
- -SAMPSON -
-I mean, an we be in choler, we'll draw.
-
- -GREGORY -
-Ay, while you live, draw your neck out o' the collar.
-
- -SAMPSON -
-I strike quickly, being moved.
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- -GREGORY -
-But thou art not quickly moved to strike.
-
- -SAMPSON -
-A dog of the house of Montague moves me.
-
- -GREGORY -
-To move is to stir; and to be valiant is to stand:
-therefore, if thou art moved, thou runn'st away.
-
- -SAMPSON -
-A dog of that house shall move me to stand: I will
-take the wall of any man or maid of Montague's.
-
- -GREGORY -
-That shows thee a weak slave; for the weakest goes
-to the wall.
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- -SAMPSON -
-True; and therefore women, being the weaker vessels,
-are ever thrust to the wall: therefore I will push
-Montague's men from the wall, and thrust his maids
-to the wall.
-
- -GREGORY -
-The quarrel is between our masters and us their men.
-
- -SAMPSON -
-'Tis all one, I will show myself a tyrant: when I
-have fought with the men, I will be cruel with the
-maids, and cut off their heads.
-
- -GREGORY -
-The heads of the maids?
-
- -SAMPSON -
-Ay, the heads of the maids, or their maidenheads;
-take it in what sense thou wilt.
-
- -GREGORY -
-They must take it in sense that feel it.
-
- -SAMPSON -
-Me they shall feel while I am able to stand: and
-'tis known I am a pretty piece of flesh.
-
- -GREGORY -
-'Tis well thou art not fish; if thou hadst, thou
-hadst been poor John. Draw thy tool! here comes
-two of the house of the Montagues.
-
- -SAMPSON -
-My naked weapon is out: quarrel, I will back thee.
-
- -GREGORY -
-How! turn thy back and run?
-
- -SAMPSON -
-Fear me not.
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- -GREGORY -
-No, marry; I fear thee!
-
- -SAMPSON -
-Let us take the law of our sides; let them begin.
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- -GREGORY -
-I will frown as I pass by, and let them take it as
-they list.
-
- -SAMPSON -
-Nay, as they dare. I will bite my thumb at them;
-which is a disgrace to them, if they bear it.
-

Enter ABRAHAM and BALTHASAR

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- -ABRAHAM -
-Do you bite your thumb at us, sir?
-
- -SAMPSON -
-I do bite my thumb, sir.
-
- -ABRAHAM -
-Do you bite your thumb at us, sir?
-
- -SAMPSON -
-[Aside to GREGORY] Is the law of our side, if I say
-ay?
-
- -GREGORY -
-No.
-
- -SAMPSON -
-No, sir, I do not bite my thumb at you, sir, but I
-bite my thumb, sir.
-
- -GREGORY -
-Do you quarrel, sir?
-
- -ABRAHAM -
-Quarrel sir! no, sir.
-
- -SAMPSON -
-If you do, sir, I am for you: I serve as good a man as you.
-
- -ABRAHAM -
-No better.
-
- -SAMPSON -
-Well, sir.
-
- -GREGORY -
-Say 'better:' here comes one of my master's kinsmen.
-
- -SAMPSON -
-Yes, better, sir.
-
- -ABRAHAM -
-You lie.
-
- -SAMPSON -
-Draw, if you be men. Gregory, remember thy swashing blow.
-

They fight

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Enter BENVOLIO

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- -BENVOLIO -
-Part, fools!
-Put up your swords; you know not what you do.
-

Beats down their swords

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Enter TYBALT

-
- -TYBALT -
-What, art thou drawn among these heartless hinds?
-Turn thee, Benvolio, look upon thy death.
-
- -BENVOLIO -
-I do but keep the peace: put up thy sword,
-Or manage it to part these men with me.
-
- -TYBALT -
-What, drawn, and talk of peace! I hate the word,
-As I hate hell, all Montagues, and thee:
-Have at thee, coward!
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They fight

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Enter, several of both houses, who join the fray; then enter Citizens, with clubs

-
- -First Citizen -
-Clubs, bills, and partisans! strike! beat them down!
-Down with the Capulets! down with the Montagues!
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Enter CAPULET in his gown, and LADY CAPULET

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- -CAPULET -
-What noise is this? Give me my long sword, ho!
-
- -LADY CAPULET -
-A crutch, a crutch! why call you for a sword?
-
- -CAPULET -
-My sword, I say! Old Montague is come,
-And flourishes his blade in spite of me.
-

Enter MONTAGUE and LADY MONTAGUE

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- -MONTAGUE -
-Thou villain Capulet,--Hold me not, let me go.
-
- -LADY MONTAGUE -
-Thou shalt not stir a foot to seek a foe.
-

Enter PRINCE, with Attendants

-
- -PRINCE -
-Rebellious subjects, enemies to peace,
-Profaners of this neighbour-stained steel,--
-Will they not hear? What, ho! you men, you beasts,
-That quench the fire of your pernicious rage
-With purple fountains issuing from your veins,
-On pain of torture, from those bloody hands
-Throw your mistemper'd weapons to the ground,
-And hear the sentence of your moved prince.
-Three civil brawls, bred of an airy word,
-By thee, old Capulet, and Montague,
-Have thrice disturb'd the quiet of our streets,
-And made Verona's ancient citizens
-Cast by their grave beseeming ornaments,
-To wield old partisans, in hands as old,
-Canker'd with peace, to part your canker'd hate:
-If ever you disturb our streets again,
-Your lives shall pay the forfeit of the peace.
-For this time, all the rest depart away:
-You Capulet; shall go along with me:
-And, Montague, come you this afternoon,
-To know our further pleasure in this case,
-To old Free-town, our common judgment-place.
-Once more, on pain of death, all men depart.
-

Exeunt all but MONTAGUE, LADY MONTAGUE, and BENVOLIO

-
- -MONTAGUE -
-Who set this ancient quarrel new abroach?
-Speak, nephew, were you by when it began?
-
- -BENVOLIO -
-Here were the servants of your adversary,
-And yours, close fighting ere I did approach:
-I drew to part them: in the instant came
-The fiery Tybalt, with his sword prepared,
-Which, as he breathed defiance to my ears,
-He swung about his head and cut the winds,
-Who nothing hurt withal hiss'd him in scorn:
-While we were interchanging thrusts and blows,
-Came more and more and fought on part and part,
-Till the prince came, who parted either part.
-
- -LADY MONTAGUE -
-O, where is Romeo? saw you him to-day?
-Right glad I am he was not at this fray.
-
- -BENVOLIO -
-Madam, an hour before the worshipp'd sun
-Peer'd forth the golden window of the east,
-A troubled mind drave me to walk abroad;
-Where, underneath the grove of sycamore
-That westward rooteth from the city's side,
-So early walking did I see your son:
-Towards him I made, but he was ware of me
-And stole into the covert of the wood:
-I, measuring his affections by my own,
-That most are busied when they're most alone,
-Pursued my humour not pursuing his,
-And gladly shunn'd who gladly fled from me.
-
- -MONTAGUE -
-Many a morning hath he there been seen,
-With tears augmenting the fresh morning dew.
-Adding to clouds more clouds with his deep sighs;
-But all so soon as the all-cheering sun
-Should in the furthest east begin to draw
-The shady curtains from Aurora's bed,
-Away from the light steals home my heavy son,
-And private in his chamber pens himself,
-Shuts up his windows, locks far daylight out
-And makes himself an artificial night:
-Black and portentous must this humour prove,
-Unless good counsel may the cause remove.
-
- -BENVOLIO -
-My noble uncle, do you know the cause?
-
- -MONTAGUE -
-I neither know it nor can learn of him.
-
- -BENVOLIO -
-Have you importuned him by any means?
-
- -MONTAGUE -
-Both by myself and many other friends:
-But he, his own affections' counsellor,
-Is to himself--I will not say how true--
-But to himself so secret and so close,
-So far from sounding and discovery,
-As is the bud bit with an envious worm,
-Ere he can spread his sweet leaves to the air,
-Or dedicate his beauty to the sun.
-Could we but learn from whence his sorrows grow.
-We would as willingly give cure as know.
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Enter ROMEO

-
- -BENVOLIO -
-See, where he comes: so please you, step aside;
-I'll know his grievance, or be much denied.
-
- -MONTAGUE -
-I would thou wert so happy by thy stay,
-To hear true shrift. Come, madam, let's away.
-

Exeunt MONTAGUE and LADY MONTAGUE

-
- -BENVOLIO -
-Good-morrow, cousin.
-
- -ROMEO -
-Is the day so young?
-
- -BENVOLIO -
-But new struck nine.
-
- -ROMEO -
-Ay me! sad hours seem long.
-Was that my father that went hence so fast?
-
- -BENVOLIO -
-It was. What sadness lengthens Romeo's hours?
-
- -ROMEO -
-Not having that, which, having, makes them short.
-
- -BENVOLIO -
-In love?
-
- -ROMEO -
-Out--
-
- -BENVOLIO -
-Of love?
-
- -ROMEO -
-Out of her favour, where I am in love.
-
- -BENVOLIO -
-Alas, that love, so gentle in his view,
-Should be so tyrannous and rough in proof!
-
- -ROMEO -
-Alas, that love, whose view is muffled still,
-Should, without eyes, see pathways to his will!
-Where shall we dine? O me! What fray was here?
-Yet tell me not, for I have heard it all.
-Here's much to do with hate, but more with love.
-Why, then, O brawling love! O loving hate!
-O any thing, of nothing first create!
-O heavy lightness! serious vanity!
-Mis-shapen chaos of well-seeming forms!
-Feather of lead, bright smoke, cold fire,
-sick health!
-Still-waking sleep, that is not what it is!
-This love feel I, that feel no love in this.
-Dost thou not laugh?
-
- -BENVOLIO -
-No, coz, I rather weep.
-
- -ROMEO -
-Good heart, at what?
-
- -BENVOLIO -
-At thy good heart's oppression.
-
- -ROMEO -
-Why, such is love's transgression.
-Griefs of mine own lie heavy in my breast,
-Which thou wilt propagate, to have it prest
-With more of thine: this love that thou hast shown
-Doth add more grief to too much of mine own.
-Love is a smoke raised with the fume of sighs;
-Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes;
-Being vex'd a sea nourish'd with lovers' tears:
-What is it else? a madness most discreet,
-A choking gall and a preserving sweet.
-Farewell, my coz.
-
- -BENVOLIO -
- Soft! I will go along;
-An if you leave me so, you do me wrong.
-
- -ROMEO -
-Tut, I have lost myself; I am not here;
-This is not Romeo, he's some other where.
-
- -BENVOLIO -
-Tell me in sadness, who is that you love.
-
- -ROMEO -
-What, shall I groan and tell thee?
-
- -BENVOLIO -
-Groan! why, no.
-But sadly tell me who.
-
- -ROMEO -
-Bid a sick man in sadness make his will:
-Ah, word ill urged to one that is so ill!
-In sadness, cousin, I do love a woman.
-
- -BENVOLIO -
-I aim'd so near, when I supposed you loved.
-
- -ROMEO -
-A right good mark-man! And she's fair I love.
-
- -BENVOLIO -
-A right fair mark, fair coz, is soonest hit.
-
- -ROMEO -
-Well, in that hit you miss: she'll not be hit
-With Cupid's arrow; she hath Dian's wit;
-And, in strong proof of chastity well arm'd,
-From love's weak childish bow she lives unharm'd.
-She will not stay the siege of loving terms,
-Nor bide the encounter of assailing eyes,
-Nor ope her lap to saint-seducing gold:
-O, she is rich in beauty, only poor,
-That when she dies with beauty dies her store.
-
- -BENVOLIO -
-Then she hath sworn that she will still live chaste?
-
- -ROMEO -
-She hath, and in that sparing makes huge waste,
-For beauty starved with her severity
-Cuts beauty off from all posterity.
-She is too fair, too wise, wisely too fair,
-To merit bliss by making me despair:
-She hath forsworn to love, and in that vow
-Do I live dead that live to tell it now.
-
- -BENVOLIO -
-Be ruled by me, forget to think of her.
-
- -ROMEO -
-O, teach me how I should forget to think.
-
- -BENVOLIO -
-By giving liberty unto thine eyes;
-Examine other beauties.
-
- -ROMEO -
-'Tis the way
-To call hers exquisite, in question more:
-These happy masks that kiss fair ladies' brows
-Being black put us in mind they hide the fair;
-He that is strucken blind cannot forget
-The precious treasure of his eyesight lost:
-Show me a mistress that is passing fair,
-What doth her beauty serve, but as a note
-Where I may read who pass'd that passing fair?
-Farewell: thou canst not teach me to forget.
-
- -BENVOLIO -
-I'll pay that doctrine, or else die in debt.
-

Exeunt

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SCENE II. A street.

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-Enter CAPULET, PARIS, and Servant -
- -CAPULET -
-But Montague is bound as well as I,
-In penalty alike; and 'tis not hard, I think,
-For men so old as we to keep the peace.
-
- -PARIS -
-Of honourable reckoning are you both;
-And pity 'tis you lived at odds so long.
-But now, my lord, what say you to my suit?
-
- -CAPULET -
-But saying o'er what I have said before:
-My child is yet a stranger in the world;
-She hath not seen the change of fourteen years,
-Let two more summers wither in their pride,
-Ere we may think her ripe to be a bride.
-
- -PARIS -
-Younger than she are happy mothers made.
-
- -CAPULET -
-And too soon marr'd are those so early made.
-The earth hath swallow'd all my hopes but she,
-She is the hopeful lady of my earth:
-But woo her, gentle Paris, get her heart,
-My will to her consent is but a part;
-An she agree, within her scope of choice
-Lies my consent and fair according voice.
-This night I hold an old accustom'd feast,
-Whereto I have invited many a guest,
-Such as I love; and you, among the store,
-One more, most welcome, makes my number more.
-At my poor house look to behold this night
-Earth-treading stars that make dark heaven light:
-Such comfort as do lusty young men feel
-When well-apparell'd April on the heel
-Of limping winter treads, even such delight
-Among fresh female buds shall you this night
-Inherit at my house; hear all, all see,
-And like her most whose merit most shall be:
-Which on more view, of many mine being one
-May stand in number, though in reckoning none,
-Come, go with me.
-

To Servant, giving a paper

-Go, sirrah, trudge about
-Through fair Verona; find those persons out
-Whose names are written there, and to them say,
-My house and welcome on their pleasure stay.
-

Exeunt CAPULET and PARIS

-
- -Servant -
-Find them out whose names are written here! It is
-written, that the shoemaker should meddle with his
-yard, and the tailor with his last, the fisher with
-his pencil, and the painter with his nets; but I am
-sent to find those persons whose names are here
-writ, and can never find what names the writing
-person hath here writ. I must to the learned.--In good time.
-

Enter BENVOLIO and ROMEO

-
- -BENVOLIO -
-Tut, man, one fire burns out another's burning,
-One pain is lessen'd by another's anguish;
-Turn giddy, and be holp by backward turning;
-One desperate grief cures with another's languish:
-Take thou some new infection to thy eye,
-And the rank poison of the old will die.
-
- -ROMEO -
-Your plaintain-leaf is excellent for that.
-
- -BENVOLIO -
-For what, I pray thee?
-
- -ROMEO -
-For your broken shin.
-
- -BENVOLIO -
-Why, Romeo, art thou mad?
-
- -ROMEO -
-Not mad, but bound more than a mad-man is;
-Shut up in prison, kept without my food,
-Whipp'd and tormented and--God-den, good fellow.
-
- -Servant -
-God gi' god-den. I pray, sir, can you read?
-
- -ROMEO -
-Ay, mine own fortune in my misery.
-
- -Servant -
-Perhaps you have learned it without book: but, I
-pray, can you read any thing you see?
-
- -ROMEO -
-Ay, if I know the letters and the language.
-
- -Servant -
-Ye say honestly: rest you merry!
-
- -ROMEO -
-Stay, fellow; I can read.
-

Reads

-'Signior Martino and his wife and daughters;
-County Anselme and his beauteous sisters; the lady
-widow of Vitravio; Signior Placentio and his lovely
-nieces; Mercutio and his brother Valentine; mine
-uncle Capulet, his wife and daughters; my fair niece
-Rosaline; Livia; Signior Valentio and his cousin
-Tybalt, Lucio and the lively Helena.' A fair
-assembly: whither should they come?
-
- -Servant -
-Up.
-
- -ROMEO -
-Whither?
-
- -Servant -
-To supper; to our house.
-
- -ROMEO -
-Whose house?
-
- -Servant -
-My master's.
-
- -ROMEO -
-Indeed, I should have ask'd you that before.
-
- -Servant -
-Now I'll tell you without asking: my master is the
-great rich Capulet; and if you be not of the house
-of Montagues, I pray, come and crush a cup of wine.
-Rest you merry!
-

Exit

-
- -BENVOLIO -
-At this same ancient feast of Capulet's
-Sups the fair Rosaline whom thou so lovest,
-With all the admired beauties of Verona:
-Go thither; and, with unattainted eye,
-Compare her face with some that I shall show,
-And I will make thee think thy swan a crow.
-
- -ROMEO -
-When the devout religion of mine eye
-Maintains such falsehood, then turn tears to fires;
-And these, who often drown'd could never die,
-Transparent heretics, be burnt for liars!
-One fairer than my love! the all-seeing sun
-Ne'er saw her match since first the world begun.
-
- -BENVOLIO -
-Tut, you saw her fair, none else being by,
-Herself poised with herself in either eye:
-But in that crystal scales let there be weigh'd
-Your lady's love against some other maid
-That I will show you shining at this feast,
-And she shall scant show well that now shows best.
-
- -ROMEO -
-I'll go along, no such sight to be shown,
-But to rejoice in splendor of mine own.
-

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SCENE III. A room in Capulet's house.

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-Enter LADY CAPULET and Nurse -
- -LADY CAPULET -
-Nurse, where's my daughter? call her forth to me.
-
- -Nurse -
-Now, by my maidenhead, at twelve year old,
-I bade her come. What, lamb! what, ladybird!
-God forbid! Where's this girl? What, Juliet!
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Enter JULIET

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- -JULIET -
-How now! who calls?
-
- -Nurse -
-Your mother.
-
- -JULIET -
-Madam, I am here.
-What is your will?
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- -LADY CAPULET -
-This is the matter:--Nurse, give leave awhile,
-We must talk in secret:--nurse, come back again;
-I have remember'd me, thou's hear our counsel.
-Thou know'st my daughter's of a pretty age.
-
- -Nurse -
-Faith, I can tell her age unto an hour.
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- -LADY CAPULET -
-She's not fourteen.
-
- -Nurse -
-I'll lay fourteen of my teeth,--
-And yet, to my teeth be it spoken, I have but four--
-She is not fourteen. How long is it now
-To Lammas-tide?
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- -LADY CAPULET -
- A fortnight and odd days.
-
- -Nurse -
-Even or odd, of all days in the year,
-Come Lammas-eve at night shall she be fourteen.
-Susan and she--God rest all Christian souls!--
-Were of an age: well, Susan is with God;
-She was too good for me: but, as I said,
-On Lammas-eve at night shall she be fourteen;
-That shall she, marry; I remember it well.
-'Tis since the earthquake now eleven years;
-And she was wean'd,--I never shall forget it,--
-Of all the days of the year, upon that day:
-For I had then laid wormwood to my dug,
-Sitting in the sun under the dove-house wall;
-My lord and you were then at Mantua:--
-Nay, I do bear a brain:--but, as I said,
-When it did taste the wormwood on the nipple
-Of my dug and felt it bitter, pretty fool,
-To see it tetchy and fall out with the dug!
-Shake quoth the dove-house: 'twas no need, I trow,
-To bid me trudge:
-And since that time it is eleven years;
-For then she could stand alone; nay, by the rood,
-She could have run and waddled all about;
-For even the day before, she broke her brow:
-And then my husband--God be with his soul!
-A' was a merry man--took up the child:
-'Yea,' quoth he, 'dost thou fall upon thy face?
-Thou wilt fall backward when thou hast more wit;
-Wilt thou not, Jule?' and, by my holidame,
-The pretty wretch left crying and said 'Ay.'
-To see, now, how a jest shall come about!
-I warrant, an I should live a thousand years,
-I never should forget it: 'Wilt thou not, Jule?' quoth he;
-And, pretty fool, it stinted and said 'Ay.'
-
- -LADY CAPULET -
-Enough of this; I pray thee, hold thy peace.
-
- -Nurse -
-Yes, madam: yet I cannot choose but laugh,
-To think it should leave crying and say 'Ay.'
-And yet, I warrant, it had upon its brow
-A bump as big as a young cockerel's stone;
-A parlous knock; and it cried bitterly:
-'Yea,' quoth my husband,'fall'st upon thy face?
-Thou wilt fall backward when thou comest to age;
-Wilt thou not, Jule?' it stinted and said 'Ay.'
-
- -JULIET -
-And stint thou too, I pray thee, nurse, say I.
-
- -Nurse -
-Peace, I have done. God mark thee to his grace!
-Thou wast the prettiest babe that e'er I nursed:
-An I might live to see thee married once,
-I have my wish.
-
- -LADY CAPULET -
-Marry, that 'marry' is the very theme
-I came to talk of. Tell me, daughter Juliet,
-How stands your disposition to be married?
-
- -JULIET -
-It is an honour that I dream not of.
-
- -Nurse -
-An honour! were not I thine only nurse,
-I would say thou hadst suck'd wisdom from thy teat.
-
- -LADY CAPULET -
-Well, think of marriage now; younger than you,
-Here in Verona, ladies of esteem,
-Are made already mothers: by my count,
-I was your mother much upon these years
-That you are now a maid. Thus then in brief:
-The valiant Paris seeks you for his love.
-
- -Nurse -
-A man, young lady! lady, such a man
-As all the world--why, he's a man of wax.
-
- -LADY CAPULET -
-Verona's summer hath not such a flower.
-
- -Nurse -
-Nay, he's a flower; in faith, a very flower.
-
- -LADY CAPULET -
-What say you? can you love the gentleman?
-This night you shall behold him at our feast;
-Read o'er the volume of young Paris' face,
-And find delight writ there with beauty's pen;
-Examine every married lineament,
-And see how one another lends content
-And what obscured in this fair volume lies
-Find written in the margent of his eyes.
-This precious book of love, this unbound lover,
-To beautify him, only lacks a cover:
-The fish lives in the sea, and 'tis much pride
-For fair without the fair within to hide:
-That book in many's eyes doth share the glory,
-That in gold clasps locks in the golden story;
-So shall you share all that he doth possess,
-By having him, making yourself no less.
-
- -Nurse -
-No less! nay, bigger; women grow by men.
-
- -LADY CAPULET -
-Speak briefly, can you like of Paris' love?
-
- -JULIET -
-I'll look to like, if looking liking move:
-But no more deep will I endart mine eye
-Than your consent gives strength to make it fly.
-

Enter a Servant

-
- -Servant -
-Madam, the guests are come, supper served up, you
-called, my young lady asked for, the nurse cursed in
-the pantry, and every thing in extremity. I must
-hence to wait; I beseech you, follow straight.
-
- -LADY CAPULET -
-We follow thee.
-

Exit Servant

-Juliet, the county stays.
-
- -Nurse -
-Go, girl, seek happy nights to happy days.
-

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SCENE IV. A street.

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-Enter ROMEO, MERCUTIO, BENVOLIO, with five or six Maskers, Torch-bearers, and others -
- -ROMEO -
-What, shall this speech be spoke for our excuse?
-Or shall we on without a apology?
-
- -BENVOLIO -
-The date is out of such prolixity:
-We'll have no Cupid hoodwink'd with a scarf,
-Bearing a Tartar's painted bow of lath,
-Scaring the ladies like a crow-keeper;
-Nor no without-book prologue, faintly spoke
-After the prompter, for our entrance:
-But let them measure us by what they will;
-We'll measure them a measure, and be gone.
-
- -ROMEO -
-Give me a torch: I am not for this ambling;
-Being but heavy, I will bear the light.
-
- -MERCUTIO -
-Nay, gentle Romeo, we must have you dance.
-
- -ROMEO -
-Not I, believe me: you have dancing shoes
-With nimble soles: I have a soul of lead
-So stakes me to the ground I cannot move.
-
- -MERCUTIO -
-You are a lover; borrow Cupid's wings,
-And soar with them above a common bound.
-
- -ROMEO -
-I am too sore enpierced with his shaft
-To soar with his light feathers, and so bound,
-I cannot bound a pitch above dull woe:
-Under love's heavy burden do I sink.
-
- -MERCUTIO -
-And, to sink in it, should you burden love;
-Too great oppression for a tender thing.
-
- -ROMEO -
-Is love a tender thing? it is too rough,
-Too rude, too boisterous, and it pricks like thorn.
-
- -MERCUTIO -
-If love be rough with you, be rough with love;
-Prick love for pricking, and you beat love down.
-Give me a case to put my visage in:
-A visor for a visor! what care I
-What curious eye doth quote deformities?
-Here are the beetle brows shall blush for me.
-
- -BENVOLIO -
-Come, knock and enter; and no sooner in,
-But every man betake him to his legs.
-
- -ROMEO -
-A torch for me: let wantons light of heart
-Tickle the senseless rushes with their heels,
-For I am proverb'd with a grandsire phrase;
-I'll be a candle-holder, and look on.
-The game was ne'er so fair, and I am done.
-
- -MERCUTIO -
-Tut, dun's the mouse, the constable's own word:
-If thou art dun, we'll draw thee from the mire
-Of this sir-reverence love, wherein thou stick'st
-Up to the ears. Come, we burn daylight, ho!
-
- -ROMEO -
-Nay, that's not so.
-
- -MERCUTIO -
-I mean, sir, in delay
-We waste our lights in vain, like lamps by day.
-Take our good meaning, for our judgment sits
-Five times in that ere once in our five wits.
-
- -ROMEO -
-And we mean well in going to this mask;
-But 'tis no wit to go.
-
- -MERCUTIO -
-Why, may one ask?
-
- -ROMEO -
-I dream'd a dream to-night.
-
- -MERCUTIO -
-And so did I.
-
- -ROMEO -
-Well, what was yours?
-
- -MERCUTIO -
-That dreamers often lie.
-
- -ROMEO -
-In bed asleep, while they do dream things true.
-
- -MERCUTIO -
-O, then, I see Queen Mab hath been with you.
-She is the fairies' midwife, and she comes
-In shape no bigger than an agate-stone
-On the fore-finger of an alderman,
-Drawn with a team of little atomies
-Athwart men's noses as they lie asleep;
-Her wagon-spokes made of long spiders' legs,
-The cover of the wings of grasshoppers,
-The traces of the smallest spider's web,
-The collars of the moonshine's watery beams,
-Her whip of cricket's bone, the lash of film,
-Her wagoner a small grey-coated gnat,
-Not so big as a round little worm
-Prick'd from the lazy finger of a maid;
-Her chariot is an empty hazel-nut
-Made by the joiner squirrel or old grub,
-Time out o' mind the fairies' coachmakers.
-And in this state she gallops night by night
-Through lovers' brains, and then they dream of love;
-O'er courtiers' knees, that dream on court'sies straight,
-O'er lawyers' fingers, who straight dream on fees,
-O'er ladies ' lips, who straight on kisses dream,
-Which oft the angry Mab with blisters plagues,
-Because their breaths with sweetmeats tainted are:
-Sometime she gallops o'er a courtier's nose,
-And then dreams he of smelling out a suit;
-And sometime comes she with a tithe-pig's tail
-Tickling a parson's nose as a' lies asleep,
-Then dreams, he of another benefice:
-Sometime she driveth o'er a soldier's neck,
-And then dreams he of cutting foreign throats,
-Of breaches, ambuscadoes, Spanish blades,
-Of healths five-fathom deep; and then anon
-Drums in his ear, at which he starts and wakes,
-And being thus frighted swears a prayer or two
-And sleeps again. This is that very Mab
-That plats the manes of horses in the night,
-And bakes the elflocks in foul sluttish hairs,
-Which once untangled, much misfortune bodes:
-This is the hag, when maids lie on their backs,
-That presses them and learns them first to bear,
-Making them women of good carriage:
-This is she--
-
- -ROMEO -
- Peace, peace, Mercutio, peace!
-Thou talk'st of nothing.
-
- -MERCUTIO -
-True, I talk of dreams,
-Which are the children of an idle brain,
-Begot of nothing but vain fantasy,
-Which is as thin of substance as the air
-And more inconstant than the wind, who wooes
-Even now the frozen bosom of the north,
-And, being anger'd, puffs away from thence,
-Turning his face to the dew-dropping south.
-
- -BENVOLIO -
-This wind, you talk of, blows us from ourselves;
-Supper is done, and we shall come too late.
-
- -ROMEO -
-I fear, too early: for my mind misgives
-Some consequence yet hanging in the stars
-Shall bitterly begin his fearful date
-With this night's revels and expire the term
-Of a despised life closed in my breast
-By some vile forfeit of untimely death.
-But He, that hath the steerage of my course,
-Direct my sail! On, lusty gentlemen.
-
- -BENVOLIO -
-Strike, drum.
-

Exeunt

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SCENE V. A hall in Capulet's house.

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-Musicians waiting. Enter Servingmen with napkins -
- -First Servant -
-Where's Potpan, that he helps not to take away? He
-shift a trencher? he scrape a trencher!
-
- -Second Servant -
-When good manners shall lie all in one or two men's
-hands and they unwashed too, 'tis a foul thing.
-
- -First Servant -
-Away with the joint-stools, remove the
-court-cupboard, look to the plate. Good thou, save
-me a piece of marchpane; and, as thou lovest me, let
-the porter let in Susan Grindstone and Nell.
-Antony, and Potpan!
-
- -Second Servant -
-Ay, boy, ready.
-
- -First Servant -
-You are looked for and called for, asked for and
-sought for, in the great chamber.
-
- -Second Servant -
-We cannot be here and there too. Cheerly, boys; be
-brisk awhile, and the longer liver take all.
-

Enter CAPULET, with JULIET and others of his house, meeting the Guests and Maskers

-
- -CAPULET -
-Welcome, gentlemen! ladies that have their toes
-Unplagued with corns will have a bout with you.
-Ah ha, my mistresses! which of you all
-Will now deny to dance? she that makes dainty,
-She, I'll swear, hath corns; am I come near ye now?
-Welcome, gentlemen! I have seen the day
-That I have worn a visor and could tell
-A whispering tale in a fair lady's ear,
-Such as would please: 'tis gone, 'tis gone, 'tis gone:
-You are welcome, gentlemen! come, musicians, play.
-A hall, a hall! give room! and foot it, girls.
-

Music plays, and they dance

-More light, you knaves; and turn the tables up,
-And quench the fire, the room is grown too hot.
-Ah, sirrah, this unlook'd-for sport comes well.
-Nay, sit, nay, sit, good cousin Capulet;
-For you and I are past our dancing days:
-How long is't now since last yourself and I
-Were in a mask?
-
- -Second Capulet -
- By'r lady, thirty years.
-
- -CAPULET -
-What, man! 'tis not so much, 'tis not so much:
-'Tis since the nuptials of Lucentio,
-Come pentecost as quickly as it will,
-Some five and twenty years; and then we mask'd.
-
- -Second Capulet -
-'Tis more, 'tis more, his son is elder, sir;
-His son is thirty.
-
- -CAPULET -
- Will you tell me that?
-His son was but a ward two years ago.
-
- -ROMEO -
-[To a Servingman] What lady is that, which doth
-enrich the hand
-Of yonder knight?
-
- -Servant -
-I know not, sir.
-
- -ROMEO -
-O, she doth teach the torches to burn bright!
-It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night
-Like a rich jewel in an Ethiope's ear;
-Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear!
-So shows a snowy dove trooping with crows,
-As yonder lady o'er her fellows shows.
-The measure done, I'll watch her place of stand,
-And, touching hers, make blessed my rude hand.
-Did my heart love till now? forswear it, sight!
-For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night.
-
- -TYBALT -
-This, by his voice, should be a Montague.
-Fetch me my rapier, boy. What dares the slave
-Come hither, cover'd with an antic face,
-To fleer and scorn at our solemnity?
-Now, by the stock and honour of my kin,
-To strike him dead, I hold it not a sin.
-
- -CAPULET -
-Why, how now, kinsman! wherefore storm you so?
-
- -TYBALT -
-Uncle, this is a Montague, our foe,
-A villain that is hither come in spite,
-To scorn at our solemnity this night.
-
- -CAPULET -
-Young Romeo is it?
-
- -TYBALT -
-'Tis he, that villain Romeo.
-
- -CAPULET -
-Content thee, gentle coz, let him alone;
-He bears him like a portly gentleman;
-And, to say truth, Verona brags of him
-To be a virtuous and well-govern'd youth:
-I would not for the wealth of all the town
-Here in my house do him disparagement:
-Therefore be patient, take no note of him:
-It is my will, the which if thou respect,
-Show a fair presence and put off these frowns,
-And ill-beseeming semblance for a feast.
-
- -TYBALT -
-It fits, when such a villain is a guest:
-I'll not endure him.
-
- -CAPULET -
-He shall be endured:
-What, goodman boy! I say, he shall: go to;
-Am I the master here, or you? go to.
-You'll not endure him! God shall mend my soul!
-You'll make a mutiny among my guests!
-You will set cock-a-hoop! you'll be the man!
-
- -TYBALT -
-Why, uncle, 'tis a shame.
-
- -CAPULET -
-Go to, go to;
-You are a saucy boy: is't so, indeed?
-This trick may chance to scathe you, I know what:
-You must contrary me! marry, 'tis time.
-Well said, my hearts! You are a princox; go:
-Be quiet, or--More light, more light! For shame!
-I'll make you quiet. What, cheerly, my hearts!
-
- -TYBALT -
-Patience perforce with wilful choler meeting
-Makes my flesh tremble in their different greeting.
-I will withdraw: but this intrusion shall
-Now seeming sweet convert to bitter gall.
-

Exit

-
- -ROMEO -
-[To JULIET] If I profane with my unworthiest hand
-This holy shrine, the gentle fine is this:
-My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand
-To smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss.
-
- -JULIET -
-Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much,
-Which mannerly devotion shows in this;
-For saints have hands that pilgrims' hands do touch,
-And palm to palm is holy palmers' kiss.
-
- -ROMEO -
-Have not saints lips, and holy palmers too?
-
- -JULIET -
-Ay, pilgrim, lips that they must use in prayer.
-
- -ROMEO -
-O, then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do;
-They pray, grant thou, lest faith turn to despair.
-
- -JULIET -
-Saints do not move, though grant for prayers' sake.
-
- -ROMEO -
-Then move not, while my prayer's effect I take.
-Thus from my lips, by yours, my sin is purged.
-
- -JULIET -
-Then have my lips the sin that they have took.
-
- -ROMEO -
-Sin from thy lips? O trespass sweetly urged!
-Give me my sin again.
-
- -JULIET -
-You kiss by the book.
-
- -Nurse -
-Madam, your mother craves a word with you.
-
- -ROMEO -
-What is her mother?
-
- -Nurse -
-Marry, bachelor,
-Her mother is the lady of the house,
-And a good lady, and a wise and virtuous
-I nursed her daughter, that you talk'd withal;
-I tell you, he that can lay hold of her
-Shall have the chinks.
-
- -ROMEO -
-Is she a Capulet?
-O dear account! my life is my foe's debt.
-
- -BENVOLIO -
-Away, begone; the sport is at the best.
-
- -ROMEO -
-Ay, so I fear; the more is my unrest.
-
- -CAPULET -
-Nay, gentlemen, prepare not to be gone;
-We have a trifling foolish banquet towards.
-Is it e'en so? why, then, I thank you all
-I thank you, honest gentlemen; good night.
-More torches here! Come on then, let's to bed.
-Ah, sirrah, by my fay, it waxes late:
-I'll to my rest.
-

Exeunt all but JULIET and Nurse

-
- -JULIET -
-Come hither, nurse. What is yond gentleman?
-
- -Nurse -
-The son and heir of old Tiberio.
-
- -JULIET -
-What's he that now is going out of door?
-
- -Nurse -
-Marry, that, I think, be young Petrucio.
-
- -JULIET -
-What's he that follows there, that would not dance?
-
- -Nurse -
-I know not.
-
- -JULIET -
-Go ask his name: if he be married.
-My grave is like to be my wedding bed.
-
- -Nurse -
-His name is Romeo, and a Montague;
-The only son of your great enemy.
-
- -JULIET -
-My only love sprung from my only hate!
-Too early seen unknown, and known too late!
-Prodigious birth of love it is to me,
-That I must love a loathed enemy.
-
- -Nurse -
-What's this? what's this?
-
- -JULIET -
-A rhyme I learn'd even now
-Of one I danced withal.
-

One calls within 'Juliet.'

-
- -Nurse -
-Anon, anon!
-Come, let's away; the strangers all are gone.
-

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-Enter Chorus -
- -Chorus -
-Now old desire doth in his death-bed lie,
-And young affection gapes to be his heir;
-That fair for which love groan'd for and would die,
-With tender Juliet match'd, is now not fair.
-Now Romeo is beloved and loves again,
-Alike betwitched by the charm of looks,
-But to his foe supposed he must complain,
-And she steal love's sweet bait from fearful hooks:
-Being held a foe, he may not have access
-To breathe such vows as lovers use to swear;
-And she as much in love, her means much less
-To meet her new-beloved any where:
-But passion lends them power, time means, to meet
-Tempering extremities with extreme sweet.
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SCENE I. A lane by the wall of Capulet's orchard.

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-Enter ROMEO -
- -ROMEO -
-Can I go forward when my heart is here?
-Turn back, dull earth, and find thy centre out.
-

He climbs the wall, and leaps down within it

-

Enter BENVOLIO and MERCUTIO

-
- -BENVOLIO -
-Romeo! my cousin Romeo!
-
- -MERCUTIO -
-He is wise;
-And, on my lie, hath stol'n him home to bed.
-
- -BENVOLIO -
-He ran this way, and leap'd this orchard wall:
-Call, good Mercutio.
-
- -MERCUTIO -
-Nay, I'll conjure too.
-Romeo! humours! madman! passion! lover!
-Appear thou in the likeness of a sigh:
-Speak but one rhyme, and I am satisfied;
-Cry but 'Ay me!' pronounce but 'love' and 'dove;'
-Speak to my gossip Venus one fair word,
-One nick-name for her purblind son and heir,
-Young Adam Cupid, he that shot so trim,
-When King Cophetua loved the beggar-maid!
-He heareth not, he stirreth not, he moveth not;
-The ape is dead, and I must conjure him.
-I conjure thee by Rosaline's bright eyes,
-By her high forehead and her scarlet lip,
-By her fine foot, straight leg and quivering thigh
-And the demesnes that there adjacent lie,
-That in thy likeness thou appear to us!
-
- -BENVOLIO -
-And if he hear thee, thou wilt anger him.
-
- -MERCUTIO -
-This cannot anger him: 'twould anger him
-To raise a spirit in his mistress' circle
-Of some strange nature, letting it there stand
-Till she had laid it and conjured it down;
-That were some spite: my invocation
-Is fair and honest, and in his mistres s' name
-I conjure only but to raise up him.
-
- -BENVOLIO -
-Come, he hath hid himself among these trees,
-To be consorted with the humorous night:
-Blind is his love and best befits the dark.
-
- -MERCUTIO -
-If love be blind, love cannot hit the mark.
-Now will he sit under a medlar tree,
-And wish his mistress were that kind of fruit
-As maids call medlars, when they laugh alone.
-Romeo, that she were, O, that she were
-An open et caetera, thou a poperin pear!
-Romeo, good night: I'll to my truckle-bed;
-This field-bed is too cold for me to sleep:
-Come, shall we go?
-
- -BENVOLIO -
- Go, then; for 'tis in vain
-To seek him here that means not to be found.
-

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SCENE II. Capulet's orchard.

- -

-Enter ROMEO -
- -ROMEO -
-He jests at scars that never felt a wound.
-

JULIET appears above at a window

-But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks?
-It is the east, and Juliet is the sun.
-Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon,
-Who is already sick and pale with grief,
-That thou her maid art far more fair than she:
-Be not her maid, since she is envious;
-Her vestal livery is but sick and green
-And none but fools do wear it; cast it off.
-It is my lady, O, it is my love!
-O, that she knew she were!
-She speaks yet she says nothing: what of that?
-Her eye discourses; I will answer it.
-I am too bold, 'tis not to me she speaks:
-Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven,
-Having some business, do entreat her eyes
-To twinkle in their spheres till they return.
-What if her eyes were there, they in her head?
-The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars,
-As daylight doth a lamp; her eyes in heaven
-Would through the airy region stream so bright
-That birds would sing and think it were not night.
-See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand!
-O, that I were a glove upon that hand,
-That I might touch that cheek!
-
- -JULIET -
-Ay me!
-
- -ROMEO -
-She speaks:
-O, speak again, bright angel! for thou art
-As glorious to this night, being o'er my head
-As is a winged messenger of heaven
-Unto the white-upturned wondering eyes
-Of mortals that fall back to gaze on him
-When he bestrides the lazy-pacing clouds
-And sails upon the bosom of the air.
-
- -JULIET -
-O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo?
-Deny thy father and refuse thy name;
-Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love,
-And I'll no longer be a Capulet.
-
- -ROMEO -
-[Aside] Shall I hear more, or shall I speak at this?
-
- -JULIET -
-'Tis but thy name that is my enemy;
-Thou art thyself, though not a Montague.
-What's Montague? it is nor hand, nor foot,
-Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part
-Belonging to a man. O, be some other name!
-What's in a name? that which we call a rose
-By any other name would smell as sweet;
-So Romeo would, were he not Romeo call'd,
-Retain that dear perfection which he owes
-Without that title. Romeo, doff thy name,
-And for that name which is no part of thee
-Take all myself.
-
- -ROMEO -
- I take thee at thy word:
-Call me but love, and I'll be new baptized;
-Henceforth I never will be Romeo.
-
- -JULIET -
-What man art thou that thus bescreen'd in night
-So stumblest on my counsel?
-
- -ROMEO -
-By a name
-I know not how to tell thee who I am:
-My name, dear saint, is hateful to myself,
-Because it is an enemy to thee;
-Had I it written, I would tear the word.
-
- -JULIET -
-My ears have not yet drunk a hundred words
-Of that tongue's utterance, yet I know the sound:
-Art thou not Romeo and a Montague?
-
- -ROMEO -
-Neither, fair saint, if either thee dislike.
-
- -JULIET -
-How camest thou hither, tell me, and wherefore?
-The orchard walls are high and hard to climb,
-And the place death, considering who thou art,
-If any of my kinsmen find thee here.
-
- -ROMEO -
-With love's light wings did I o'er-perch these walls;
-For stony limits cannot hold love out,
-And what love can do that dares love attempt;
-Therefore thy kinsmen are no let to me.
-
- -JULIET -
-If they do see thee, they will murder thee.
-
- -ROMEO -
-Alack, there lies more peril in thine eye
-Than twenty of their swords: look thou but sweet,
-And I am proof against their enmity.
-
- -JULIET -
-I would not for the world they saw thee here.
-
- -ROMEO -
-I have night's cloak to hide me from their sight;
-And but thou love me, let them find me here:
-My life were better ended by their hate,
-Than death prorogued, wanting of thy love.
-
- -JULIET -
-By whose direction found'st thou out this place?
-
- -ROMEO -
-By love, who first did prompt me to inquire;
-He lent me counsel and I lent him eyes.
-I am no pilot; yet, wert thou as far
-As that vast shore wash'd with the farthest sea,
-I would adventure for such merchandise.
-
- -JULIET -
-Thou know'st the mask of night is on my face,
-Else would a maiden blush bepaint my cheek
-For that which thou hast heard me speak to-night
-Fain would I dwell on form, fain, fain deny
-What I have spoke: but farewell compliment!
-Dost thou love me? I know thou wilt say 'Ay,'
-And I will take thy word: yet if thou swear'st,
-Thou mayst prove false; at lovers' perjuries
-Then say, Jove laughs. O gentle Romeo,
-If thou dost love, pronounce it faithfully:
-Or if thou think'st I am too quickly won,
-I'll frown and be perverse an say thee nay,
-So thou wilt woo; but else, not for the world.
-In truth, fair Montague, I am too fond,
-And therefore thou mayst think my 'havior light:
-But trust me, gentleman, I'll prove more true
-Than those that have more cunning to be strange.
-I should have been more strange, I must confess,
-But that thou overheard'st, ere I was ware,
-My true love's passion: therefore pardon me,
-And not impute this yielding to light love,
-Which the dark night hath so discovered.
-
- -ROMEO -
-Lady, by yonder blessed moon I swear
-That tips with silver all these fruit-tree tops--
-
- -JULIET -
-O, swear not by the moon, the inconstant moon,
-That monthly changes in her circled orb,
-Lest that thy love prove likewise variable.
-
- -ROMEO -
-What shall I swear by?
-
- -JULIET -
-Do not swear at all;
-Or, if thou wilt, swear by thy gracious self,
-Which is the god of my idolatry,
-And I'll believe thee.
-
- -ROMEO -
-If my heart's dear love--
-
- -JULIET -
-Well, do not swear: although I joy in thee,
-I have no joy of this contract to-night:
-It is too rash, too unadvised, too sudden;
-Too like the lightning, which doth cease to be
-Ere one can say 'It lightens.' Sweet, good night!
-This bud of love, by summer's ripening breath,
-May prove a beauteous flower when next we meet.
-Good night, good night! as sweet repose and rest
-Come to thy heart as that within my breast!
-
- -ROMEO -
-O, wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied?
-
- -JULIET -
-What satisfaction canst thou have to-night?
-
- -ROMEO -
-The exchange of thy love's faithful vow for mine.
-
- -JULIET -
-I gave thee mine before thou didst request it:
-And yet I would it were to give again.
-
- -ROMEO -
-Wouldst thou withdraw it? for what purpose, love?
-
- -JULIET -
-But to be frank, and give it thee again.
-And yet I wish but for the thing I have:
-My bounty is as boundless as the sea,
-My love as deep; the more I give to thee,
-The more I have, for both are infinite.
-

Nurse calls within

-I hear some noise within; dear love, adieu!
-Anon, good nurse! Sweet Montague, be true.
-Stay but a little, I will come again.
-

Exit, above

-
- -ROMEO -
-O blessed, blessed night! I am afeard.
-Being in night, all this is but a dream,
-Too flattering-sweet to be substantial.
-

Re-enter JULIET, above

-
- -JULIET -
-Three words, dear Romeo, and good night indeed.
-If that thy bent of love be honourable,
-Thy purpose marriage, send me word to-morrow,
-By one that I'll procure to come to thee,
-Where and what time thou wilt perform the rite;
-And all my fortunes at thy foot I'll lay
-And follow thee my lord throughout the world.
-
- -Nurse -
-[Within] Madam!
-
- -JULIET -
-I come, anon.--But if thou mean'st not well,
-I do beseech thee--
-
- -Nurse -
-[Within] Madam!
-
- -JULIET -
-By and by, I come:--
-To cease thy suit, and leave me to my grief:
-To-morrow will I send.
-
- -ROMEO -
-So thrive my soul--
-
- -JULIET -
-A thousand times good night!
-

Exit, above

-
- -ROMEO -
-A thousand times the worse, to want thy light.
-Love goes toward love, as schoolboys from
-their books,
-But love from love, toward school with heavy looks.
-

Retiring

-

Re-enter JULIET, above

-
- -JULIET -
-Hist! Romeo, hist! O, for a falconer's voice,
-To lure this tassel-gentle back again!
-Bondage is hoarse, and may not speak aloud;
-Else would I tear the cave where Echo lies,
-And make her airy tongue more hoarse than mine,
-With repetition of my Romeo's name.
-
- -ROMEO -
-It is my soul that calls upon my name:
-How silver-sweet sound lovers' tongues by night,
-Like softest music to attending ears!
-
- -JULIET -
-Romeo!
-
- -ROMEO -
- My dear?
-
- -JULIET -
- At what o'clock to-morrow
-Shall I send to thee?
-
- -ROMEO -
-At the hour of nine.
-
- -JULIET -
-I will not fail: 'tis twenty years till then.
-I have forgot why I did call thee back.
-
- -ROMEO -
-Let me stand here till thou remember it.
-
- -JULIET -
-I shall forget, to have thee still stand there,
-Remembering how I love thy company.
-
- -ROMEO -
-And I'll still stay, to have thee still forget,
-Forgetting any other home but this.
-
- -JULIET -
-'Tis almost morning; I would have thee gone:
-And yet no further than a wanton's bird;
-Who lets it hop a little from her hand,
-Like a poor prisoner in his twisted gyves,
-And with a silk thread plucks it back again,
-So loving-jealous of his liberty.
-
- -ROMEO -
-I would I were thy bird.
-
- -JULIET -
-Sweet, so would I:
-Yet I should kill thee with much cherishing.
-Good night, good night! parting is such
-sweet sorrow,
-That I shall say good night till it be morrow.
-

Exit above

-
- -ROMEO -
-Sleep dwell upon thine eyes, peace in thy breast!
-Would I were sleep and peace, so sweet to rest!
-Hence will I to my ghostly father's cell,
-His help to crave, and my dear hap to tell.
-

Exit

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SCENE III. Friar Laurence's cell.

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-Enter FRIAR LAURENCE, with a basket -
- -FRIAR LAURENCE -
-The grey-eyed morn smiles on the frowning night,
-Chequering the eastern clouds with streaks of light,
-And flecked darkness like a drunkard reels
-From forth day's path and Titan's fiery wheels:
-Now, ere the sun advance his burning eye,
-The day to cheer and night's dank dew to dry,
-I must up-fill this osier cage of ours
-With baleful weeds and precious-juiced flowers.
-The earth that's nature's mother is her tomb;
-What is her burying grave that is her womb,
-And from her womb children of divers kind
-We sucking on her natural bosom find,
-Many for many virtues excellent,
-None but for some and yet all different.
-O, mickle is the powerful grace that lies
-In herbs, plants, stones, and their true qualities:
-For nought so vile that on the earth doth live
-But to the earth some special good doth give,
-Nor aught so good but strain'd from that fair use
-Revolts from true birth, stumbling on abuse:
-Virtue itself turns vice, being misapplied;
-And vice sometimes by action dignified.
-Within the infant rind of this small flower
-Poison hath residence and medicine power:
-For this, being smelt, with that part cheers each part;
-Being tasted, slays all senses with the heart.
-Two such opposed kings encamp them still
-In man as well as herbs, grace and rude will;
-And where the worser is predominant,
-Full soon the canker death eats up that plant.
-

Enter ROMEO

-
- -ROMEO -
-Good morrow, father.
-
- -FRIAR LAURENCE -
-Benedicite!
-What early tongue so sweet saluteth me?
-Young son, it argues a distemper'd head
-So soon to bid good morrow to thy bed:
-Care keeps his watch in every old man's eye,
-And where care lodges, sleep will never lie;
-But where unbruised youth with unstuff'd brain
-Doth couch his limbs, there golden sleep doth reign:
-Therefore thy earliness doth me assure
-Thou art up-roused by some distemperature;
-Or if not so, then here I hit it right,
-Our Romeo hath not been in bed to-night.
-
- -ROMEO -
-That last is true; the sweeter rest was mine.
-
- -FRIAR LAURENCE -
-God pardon sin! wast thou with Rosaline?
-
- -ROMEO -
-With Rosaline, my ghostly father? no;
-I have forgot that name, and that name's woe.
-
- -FRIAR LAURENCE -
-That's my good son: but where hast thou been, then?
-
- -ROMEO -
-I'll tell thee, ere thou ask it me again.
-I have been feasting with mine enemy,
-Where on a sudden one hath wounded me,
-That's by me wounded: both our remedies
-Within thy help and holy physic lies:
-I bear no hatred, blessed man, for, lo,
-My intercession likewise steads my foe.
-
- -FRIAR LAURENCE -
-Be plain, good son, and homely in thy drift;
-Riddling confession finds but riddling shrift.
-
- -ROMEO -
-Then plainly know my heart's dear love is set
-On the fair daughter of rich Capulet:
-As mine on hers, so hers is set on mine;
-And all combined, save what thou must combine
-By holy marriage: when and where and how
-We met, we woo'd and made exchange of vow,
-I'll tell thee as we pass; but this I pray,
-That thou consent to marry us to-day.
-
- -FRIAR LAURENCE -
-Holy Saint Francis, what a change is here!
-Is Rosaline, whom thou didst love so dear,
-So soon forsaken? young men's love then lies
-Not truly in their hearts, but in their eyes.
-Jesu Maria, what a deal of brine
-Hath wash'd thy sallow cheeks for Rosaline!
-How much salt water thrown away in waste,
-To season love, that of it doth not taste!
-The sun not yet thy sighs from heaven clears,
-Thy old groans ring yet in my ancient ears;
-Lo, here upon thy cheek the stain doth sit
-Of an old tear that is not wash'd off yet:
-If e'er thou wast thyself and these woes thine,
-Thou and these woes were all for Rosaline:
-And art thou changed? pronounce this sentence then,
-Women may fall, when there's no strength in men.
-
- -ROMEO -
-Thou chid'st me oft for loving Rosaline.
-
- -FRIAR LAURENCE -
-For doting, not for loving, pupil mine.
-
- -ROMEO -
-And bad'st me bury love.
-
- -FRIAR LAURENCE -
-Not in a grave,
-To lay one in, another out to have.
-
- -ROMEO -
-I pray thee, chide not; she whom I love now
-Doth grace for grace and love for love allow;
-The other did not so.
-
- -FRIAR LAURENCE -
-O, she knew well
-Thy love did read by rote and could not spell.
-But come, young waverer, come, go with me,
-In one respect I'll thy assistant be;
-For this alliance may so happy prove,
-To turn your households' rancour to pure love.
-
- -ROMEO -
-O, let us hence; I stand on sudden haste.
-
- -FRIAR LAURENCE -
-Wisely and slow; they stumble that run fast.
-

Exeunt

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SCENE IV. A street.

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-Enter BENVOLIO and MERCUTIO -
- -MERCUTIO -
-Where the devil should this Romeo be?
-Came he not home to-night?
-
- -BENVOLIO -
-Not to his father's; I spoke with his man.
-
- -MERCUTIO -
-Ah, that same pale hard-hearted wench, that Rosaline.
-Torments him so, that he will sure run mad.
-
- -BENVOLIO -
-Tybalt, the kinsman of old Capulet,
-Hath sent a letter to his father's house.
-
- -MERCUTIO -
-A challenge, on my life.
-
- -BENVOLIO -
-Romeo will answer it.
-
- -MERCUTIO -
-Any man that can write may answer a letter.
-
- -BENVOLIO -
-Nay, he will answer the letter's master, how he
-dares, being dared.
-
- -MERCUTIO -
-Alas poor Romeo! he is already dead; stabbed with a
-white wench's black eye; shot through the ear with a
-love-song; the very pin of his heart cleft with the
-blind bow-boy's butt-shaft: and is he a man to
-encounter Tybalt?
-
- -BENVOLIO -
-Why, what is Tybalt?
-
- -MERCUTIO -
-More than prince of cats, I can tell you. O, he is
-the courageous captain of compliments. He fights as
-you sing prick-song, keeps time, distance, and
-proportion; rests me his minim rest, one, two, and
-the third in your bosom: the very butcher of a silk
-button, a duellist, a duellist; a gentleman of the
-very first house, of the first and second cause:
-ah, the immortal passado! the punto reverso! the
-hai!
-
- -BENVOLIO -
-The what?
-
- -MERCUTIO -
-The pox of such antic, lisping, affecting
-fantasticoes; these new tuners of accents! 'By Jesu,
-a very good blade! a very tall man! a very good
-whore!' Why, is not this a lamentable thing,
-grandsire, that we should be thus afflicted with
-these strange flies, these fashion-mongers, these
-perdona-mi's, who stand so much on the new form,
-that they cannot at ease on the old bench? O, their
-bones, their bones!
-

Enter ROMEO

-
- -BENVOLIO -
-Here comes Romeo, here comes Romeo.
-
- -MERCUTIO -
-Without his roe, like a dried herring: flesh, flesh,
-how art thou fishified! Now is he for the numbers
-that Petrarch flowed in: Laura to his lady was but a
-kitchen-wench; marry, she had a better love to
-be-rhyme her; Dido a dowdy; Cleopatra a gipsy;
-Helen and Hero hildings and harlots; Thisbe a grey
-eye or so, but not to the purpose. Signior
-Romeo, bon jour! there's a French salutation
-to your French slop. You gave us the counterfeit
-fairly last night.
-
- -ROMEO -
-Good morrow to you both. What counterfeit did I give you?
-
- -MERCUTIO -
-The ship, sir, the slip; can you not conceive?
-
- -ROMEO -
-Pardon, good Mercutio, my business was great; and in
-such a case as mine a man may strain courtesy.
-
- -MERCUTIO -
-That's as much as to say, such a case as yours
-constrains a man to bow in the hams.
-
- -ROMEO -
-Meaning, to court'sy.
-
- -MERCUTIO -
-Thou hast most kindly hit it.
-
- -ROMEO -
-A most courteous exposition.
-
- -MERCUTIO -
-Nay, I am the very pink of courtesy.
-
- -ROMEO -
-Pink for flower.
-
- -MERCUTIO -
-Right.
-
- -ROMEO -
-Why, then is my pump well flowered.
-
- -MERCUTIO -
-Well said: follow me this jest now till thou hast
-worn out thy pump, that when the single sole of it
-is worn, the jest may remain after the wearing sole singular.
-
- -ROMEO -
-O single-soled jest, solely singular for the
-singleness.
-
- -MERCUTIO -
-Come between us, good Benvolio; my wits faint.
-
- -ROMEO -
-Switch and spurs, switch and spurs; or I'll cry a match.
-
- -MERCUTIO -
-Nay, if thy wits run the wild-goose chase, I have
-done, for thou hast more of the wild-goose in one of
-thy wits than, I am sure, I have in my whole five:
-was I with you there for the goose?
-
- -ROMEO -
-Thou wast never with me for any thing when thou wast
-not there for the goose.
-
- -MERCUTIO -
-I will bite thee by the ear for that jest.
-
- -ROMEO -
-Nay, good goose, bite not.
-
- -MERCUTIO -
-Thy wit is a very bitter sweeting; it is a most
-sharp sauce.
-
- -ROMEO -
-And is it not well served in to a sweet goose?
-
- -MERCUTIO -
-O here's a wit of cheveril, that stretches from an
-inch narrow to an ell broad!
-
- -ROMEO -
-I stretch it out for that word 'broad;' which added
-to the goose, proves thee far and wide a broad goose.
-
- -MERCUTIO -
-Why, is not this better now than groaning for love?
-now art thou sociable, now art thou Romeo; now art
-thou what thou art, by art as well as by nature:
-for this drivelling love is like a great natural,
-that runs lolling up and down to hide his bauble in a hole.
-
- -BENVOLIO -
-Stop there, stop there.
-
- -MERCUTIO -
-Thou desirest me to stop in my tale against the hair.
-
- -BENVOLIO -
-Thou wouldst else have made thy tale large.
-
- -MERCUTIO -
-O, thou art deceived; I would have made it short:
-for I was come to the whole depth of my tale; and
-meant, indeed, to occupy the argument no longer.
-
- -ROMEO -
-Here's goodly gear!
-

Enter Nurse and PETER

-
- -MERCUTIO -
-A sail, a sail!
-
- -BENVOLIO -
-Two, two; a shirt and a smock.
-
- -Nurse -
-Peter!
-
- -PETER -
-Anon!
-
- -Nurse -
-My fan, Peter.
-
- -MERCUTIO -
-Good Peter, to hide her face; for her fan's the
-fairer face.
-
- -Nurse -
-God ye good morrow, gentlemen.
-
- -MERCUTIO -
-God ye good den, fair gentlewoman.
-
- -Nurse -
-Is it good den?
-
- -MERCUTIO -
-'Tis no less, I tell you, for the bawdy hand of the
-dial is now upon the prick of noon.
-
- -Nurse -
-Out upon you! what a man are you!
-
- -ROMEO -
-One, gentlewoman, that God hath made for himself to
-mar.
-
- -Nurse -
-By my troth, it is well said; 'for himself to mar,'
-quoth a'? Gentlemen, can any of you tell me where I
-may find the young Romeo?
-
- -ROMEO -
-I can tell you; but young Romeo will be older when
-you have found him than he was when you sought him:
-I am the youngest of that name, for fault of a worse.
-
- -Nurse -
-You say well.
-
- -MERCUTIO -
-Yea, is the worst well? very well took, i' faith;
-wisely, wisely.
-
- -Nurse -
-if you be he, sir, I desire some confidence with
-you.
-
- -BENVOLIO -
-She will indite him to some supper.
-
- -MERCUTIO -
-A bawd, a bawd, a bawd! so ho!
-
- -ROMEO -
-What hast thou found?
-
- -MERCUTIO -
-No hare, sir; unless a hare, sir, in a lenten pie,
-that is something stale and hoar ere it be spent.
-

Sings

-An old hare hoar,
-And an old hare hoar,
-Is very good meat in lent
-But a hare that is hoar
-Is too much for a score,
-When it hoars ere it be spent.
-Romeo, will you come to your father's? we'll
-to dinner, thither.
-
- -ROMEO -
-I will follow you.
-
- -MERCUTIO -
-Farewell, ancient lady; farewell,
-

Singing

-'lady, lady, lady.'
-

Exeunt MERCUTIO and BENVOLIO

-
- -Nurse -
-Marry, farewell! I pray you, sir, what saucy
-merchant was this, that was so full of his ropery?
-
- -ROMEO -
-A gentleman, nurse, that loves to hear himself talk,
-and will speak more in a minute than he will stand
-to in a month.
-
- -Nurse -
-An a' speak any thing against me, I'll take him
-down, an a' were lustier than he is, and twenty such
-Jacks; and if I cannot, I'll find those that shall.
-Scurvy knave! I am none of his flirt-gills; I am
-none of his skains-mates. And thou must stand by
-too, and suffer every knave to use me at his pleasure?
-
- -PETER -
-I saw no man use you a pleasure; if I had, my weapon
-should quickly have been out, I warrant you: I dare
-draw as soon as another man, if I see occasion in a
-good quarrel, and the law on my side.
-
- -Nurse -
-Now, afore God, I am so vexed, that every part about
-me quivers. Scurvy knave! Pray you, sir, a word:
-and as I told you, my young lady bade me inquire you
-out; what she bade me say, I will keep to myself:
-but first let me tell ye, if ye should lead her into
-a fool's paradise, as they say, it were a very gross
-kind of behavior, as they say: for the gentlewoman
-is young; and, therefore, if you should deal double
-with her, truly it were an ill thing to be offered
-to any gentlewoman, and very weak dealing.
-
- -ROMEO -
-Nurse, commend me to thy lady and mistress. I
-protest unto thee--
-
- -Nurse -
-Good heart, and, i' faith, I will tell her as much:
-Lord, Lord, she will be a joyful woman.
-
- -ROMEO -
-What wilt thou tell her, nurse? thou dost not mark me.
-
- -Nurse -
-I will tell her, sir, that you do protest; which, as
-I take it, is a gentlemanlike offer.
-
- -ROMEO -
-Bid her devise
-Some means to come to shrift this afternoon;
-And there she shall at Friar Laurence' cell
-Be shrived and married. Here is for thy pains.
-
- -Nurse -
-No truly sir; not a penny.
-
- -ROMEO -
-Go to; I say you shall.
-
- -Nurse -
-This afternoon, sir? well, she shall be there.
-
- -ROMEO -
-And stay, good nurse, behind the abbey wall:
-Within this hour my man shall be with thee
-And bring thee cords made like a tackled stair;
-Which to the high top-gallant of my joy
-Must be my convoy in the secret night.
-Farewell; be trusty, and I'll quit thy pains:
-Farewell; commend me to thy mistress.
-
- -Nurse -
-Now God in heaven bless thee! Hark you, sir.
-
- -ROMEO -
-What say'st thou, my dear nurse?
-
- -Nurse -
-Is your man secret? Did you ne'er hear say,
-Two may keep counsel, putting one away?
-
- -ROMEO -
-I warrant thee, my man's as true as steel.
-
- -NURSE -
-Well, sir; my mistress is the sweetest lady--Lord,
-Lord! when 'twas a little prating thing:--O, there
-is a nobleman in town, one Paris, that would fain
-lay knife aboard; but she, good soul, had as lief
-see a toad, a very toad, as see him. I anger her
-sometimes and tell her that Paris is the properer
-man; but, I'll warrant you, when I say so, she looks
-as pale as any clout in the versal world. Doth not
-rosemary and Romeo begin both with a letter?
-
- -ROMEO -
-Ay, nurse; what of that? both with an R.
-
- -Nurse -
-Ah. mocker! that's the dog's name; R is for
-the--No; I know it begins with some other
-letter:--and she hath the prettiest sententious of
-it, of you and rosemary, that it would do you good
-to hear it.
-
- -ROMEO -
-Commend me to thy lady.
-
- -Nurse -
-Ay, a thousand times.
-

Exit Romeo

-Peter!
-
- -PETER -
-Anon!
-
- -Nurse -
-Peter, take my fan, and go before and apace.
-

Exeunt

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SCENE V. Capulet's orchard.

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-Enter JULIET -
- -JULIET -
-The clock struck nine when I did send the nurse;
-In half an hour she promised to return.
-Perchance she cannot meet him: that's not so.
-O, she is lame! love's heralds should be thoughts,
-Which ten times faster glide than the sun's beams,
-Driving back shadows over louring hills:
-Therefore do nimble-pinion'd doves draw love,
-And therefore hath the wind-swift Cupid wings.
-Now is the sun upon the highmost hill
-Of this day's journey, and from nine till twelve
-Is three long hours, yet she is not come.
-Had she affections and warm youthful blood,
-She would be as swift in motion as a ball;
-My words would bandy her to my sweet love,
-And his to me:
-But old folks, many feign as they were dead;
-Unwieldy, slow, heavy and pale as lead.
-O God, she comes!
-

Enter Nurse and PETER

-O honey nurse, what news?
-Hast thou met with him? Send thy man away.
-
- -Nurse -
-Peter, stay at the gate.
-

Exit PETER

-
- -JULIET -
-Now, good sweet nurse,--O Lord, why look'st thou sad?
-Though news be sad, yet tell them merrily;
-If good, thou shamest the music of sweet news
-By playing it to me with so sour a face.
-
- -Nurse -
-I am a-weary, give me leave awhile:
-Fie, how my bones ache! what a jaunt have I had!
-
- -JULIET -
-I would thou hadst my bones, and I thy news:
-Nay, come, I pray thee, speak; good, good nurse, speak.
-
- -Nurse -
-Jesu, what haste? can you not stay awhile?
-Do you not see that I am out of breath?
-
- -JULIET -
-How art thou out of breath, when thou hast breath
-To say to me that thou art out of breath?
-The excuse that thou dost make in this delay
-Is longer than the tale thou dost excuse.
-Is thy news good, or bad? answer to that;
-Say either, and I'll stay the circumstance:
-Let me be satisfied, is't good or bad?
-
- -Nurse -
-Well, you have made a simple choice; you know not
-how to choose a man: Romeo! no, not he; though his
-face be better than any man's, yet his leg excels
-all men's; and for a hand, and a foot, and a body,
-though they be not to be talked on, yet they are
-past compare: he is not the flower of courtesy,
-but, I'll warrant him, as gentle as a lamb. Go thy
-ways, wench; serve God. What, have you dined at home?
-
- -JULIET -
-No, no: but all this did I know before.
-What says he of our marriage? what of that?
-
- -Nurse -
-Lord, how my head aches! what a head have I!
-It beats as it would fall in twenty pieces.
-My back o' t' other side,--O, my back, my back!
-Beshrew your heart for sending me about,
-To catch my death with jaunting up and down!
-
- -JULIET -
-I' faith, I am sorry that thou art not well.
-Sweet, sweet, sweet nurse, tell me, what says my love?
-
- -Nurse -
-Your love says, like an honest gentleman, and a
-courteous, and a kind, and a handsome, and, I
-warrant, a virtuous,--Where is your mother?
-
- -JULIET -
-Where is my mother! why, she is within;
-Where should she be? How oddly thou repliest!
-'Your love says, like an honest gentleman,
-Where is your mother?'
-
- -Nurse -
-O God's lady dear!
-Are you so hot? marry, come up, I trow;
-Is this the poultice for my aching bones?
-Henceforward do your messages yourself.
-
- -JULIET -
-Here's such a coil! come, what says Romeo?
-
- -Nurse -
-Have you got leave to go to shrift to-day?
-
- -JULIET -
-I have.
-
- -Nurse -
-Then hie you hence to Friar Laurence' cell;
-There stays a husband to make you a wife:
-Now comes the wanton blood up in your cheeks,
-They'll be in scarlet straight at any news.
-Hie you to church; I must another way,
-To fetch a ladder, by the which your love
-Must climb a bird's nest soon when it is dark:
-I am the drudge and toil in your delight,
-But you shall bear the burden soon at night.
-Go; I'll to dinner: hie you to the cell.
-
- -JULIET -
-Hie to high fortune! Honest nurse, farewell.
-

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SCENE VI. Friar Laurence's cell.

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-Enter FRIAR LAURENCE and ROMEO -
- -FRIAR LAURENCE -
-So smile the heavens upon this holy act,
-That after hours with sorrow chide us not!
-
- -ROMEO -
-Amen, amen! but come what sorrow can,
-It cannot countervail the exchange of joy
-That one short minute gives me in her sight:
-Do thou but close our hands with holy words,
-Then love-devouring death do what he dare;
-It is enough I may but call her mine.
-
- -FRIAR LAURENCE -
-These violent delights have violent ends
-And in their triumph die, like fire and powder,
-Which as they kiss consume: the sweetest honey
-Is loathsome in his own deliciousness
-And in the taste confounds the appetite:
-Therefore love moderately; long love doth so;
-Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow.
-

Enter JULIET

-Here comes the lady: O, so light a foot
-Will ne'er wear out the everlasting flint:
-A lover may bestride the gossamer
-That idles in the wanton summer air,
-And yet not fall; so light is vanity.
-
- -JULIET -
-Good even to my ghostly confessor.
-
- -FRIAR LAURENCE -
-Romeo shall thank thee, daughter, for us both.
-
- -JULIET -
-As much to him, else is his thanks too much.
-
- -ROMEO -
-Ah, Juliet, if the measure of thy joy
-Be heap'd like mine and that thy skill be more
-To blazon it, then sweeten with thy breath
-This neighbour air, and let rich music's tongue
-Unfold the imagined happiness that both
-Receive in either by this dear encounter.
-
- -JULIET -
-Conceit, more rich in matter than in words,
-Brags of his substance, not of ornament:
-They are but beggars that can count their worth;
-But my true love is grown to such excess
-I cannot sum up sum of half my wealth.
-
- -FRIAR LAURENCE -
-Come, come with me, and we will make short work;
-For, by your leaves, you shall not stay alone
-Till holy church incorporate two in one.
-

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SCENE I. A public place.

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-Enter MERCUTIO, BENVOLIO, Page, and Servants -
- -BENVOLIO -
-I pray thee, good Mercutio, let's retire:
-The day is hot, the Capulets abroad,
-And, if we meet, we shall not scape a brawl;
-For now, these hot days, is the mad blood stirring.
-
- -MERCUTIO -
-Thou art like one of those fellows that when he
-enters the confines of a tavern claps me his sword
-upon the table and says 'God send me no need of
-thee!' and by the operation of the second cup draws
-it on the drawer, when indeed there is no need.
-
- -BENVOLIO -
-Am I like such a fellow?
-
- -MERCUTIO -
-Come, come, thou art as hot a Jack in thy mood as
-any in Italy, and as soon moved to be moody, and as
-soon moody to be moved.
-
- -BENVOLIO -
-And what to?
-
- -MERCUTIO -
-Nay, an there were two such, we should have none
-shortly, for one would kill the other. Thou! why,
-thou wilt quarrel with a man that hath a hair more,
-or a hair less, in his beard, than thou hast: thou
-wilt quarrel with a man for cracking nuts, having no
-other reason but because thou hast hazel eyes: what
-eye but such an eye would spy out such a quarrel?
-Thy head is as fun of quarrels as an egg is full of
-meat, and yet thy head hath been beaten as addle as
-an egg for quarrelling: thou hast quarrelled with a
-man for coughing in the street, because he hath
-wakened thy dog that hath lain asleep in the sun:
-didst thou not fall out with a tailor for wearing
-his new doublet before Easter? with another, for
-tying his new shoes with old riband? and yet thou
-wilt tutor me from quarrelling!
-
- -BENVOLIO -
-An I were so apt to quarrel as thou art, any man
-should buy the fee-simple of my life for an hour and a quarter.
-
- -MERCUTIO -
-The fee-simple! O simple!
-
- -BENVOLIO -
-By my head, here come the Capulets.
-
- -MERCUTIO -
-By my heel, I care not.
-

Enter TYBALT and others

-
- -TYBALT -
-Follow me close, for I will speak to them.
-Gentlemen, good den: a word with one of you.
-
- -MERCUTIO -
-And but one word with one of us? couple it with
-something; make it a word and a blow.
-
- -TYBALT -
-You shall find me apt enough to that, sir, an you
-will give me occasion.
-
- -MERCUTIO -
-Could you not take some occasion without giving?
-
- -TYBALT -
-Mercutio, thou consort'st with Romeo,--
-
- -MERCUTIO -
-Consort! what, dost thou make us minstrels? an
-thou make minstrels of us, look to hear nothing but
-discords: here's my fiddlestick; here's that shall
-make you dance. 'Zounds, consort!
-
- -BENVOLIO -
-We talk here in the public haunt of men:
-Either withdraw unto some private place,
-And reason coldly of your grievances,
-Or else depart; here all eyes gaze on us.
-
- -MERCUTIO -
-Men's eyes were made to look, and let them gaze;
-I will not budge for no man's pleasure, I.
-

Enter ROMEO

-
- -TYBALT -
-Well, peace be with you, sir: here comes my man.
-
- -MERCUTIO -
-But I'll be hanged, sir, if he wear your livery:
-Marry, go before to field, he'll be your follower;
-Your worship in that sense may call him 'man.'
-
- -TYBALT -
-Romeo, the hate I bear thee can afford
-No better term than this,--thou art a villain.
-
- -ROMEO -
-Tybalt, the reason that I have to love thee
-Doth much excuse the appertaining rage
-To such a greeting: villain am I none;
-Therefore farewell; I see thou know'st me not.
-
- -TYBALT -
-Boy, this shall not excuse the injuries
-That thou hast done me; therefore turn and draw.
-
- -ROMEO -
-I do protest, I never injured thee,
-But love thee better than thou canst devise,
-Till thou shalt know the reason of my love:
-And so, good Capulet,--which name I tender
-As dearly as my own,--be satisfied.
-
- -MERCUTIO -
-O calm, dishonourable, vile submission!
-Alla stoccata carries it away.
-

Draws

-Tybalt, you rat-catcher, will you walk?
-
- -TYBALT -
-What wouldst thou have with me?
-
- -MERCUTIO -
-Good king of cats, nothing but one of your nine
-lives; that I mean to make bold withal, and as you
-shall use me hereafter, drybeat the rest of the
-eight. Will you pluck your sword out of his pitcher
-by the ears? make haste, lest mine be about your
-ears ere it be out.
-
- -TYBALT -
-I am for you.
-

Drawing

-
- -ROMEO -
-Gentle Mercutio, put thy rapier up.
-
- -MERCUTIO -
-Come, sir, your passado.
-

They fight

-
- -ROMEO -
-Draw, Benvolio; beat down their weapons.
-Gentlemen, for shame, forbear this outrage!
-Tybalt, Mercutio, the prince expressly hath
-Forbidden bandying in Verona streets:
-Hold, Tybalt! good Mercutio!
-

TYBALT under ROMEO's arm stabs MERCUTIO, and flies with his followers

-
- -MERCUTIO -
-I am hurt.
-A plague o' both your houses! I am sped.
-Is he gone, and hath nothing?
-
- -BENVOLIO -
-What, art thou hurt?
-
- -MERCUTIO -
-Ay, ay, a scratch, a scratch; marry, 'tis enough.
-Where is my page? Go, villain, fetch a surgeon.
-

Exit Page

-
- -ROMEO -
-Courage, man; the hurt cannot be much.
-
- -MERCUTIO -
-No, 'tis not so deep as a well, nor so wide as a
-church-door; but 'tis enough,'twill serve: ask for
-me to-morrow, and you shall find me a grave man. I
-am peppered, I warrant, for this world. A plague o'
-both your houses! 'Zounds, a dog, a rat, a mouse, a
-cat, to scratch a man to death! a braggart, a
-rogue, a villain, that fights by the book of
-arithmetic! Why the devil came you between us? I
-was hurt under your arm.
-
- -ROMEO -
-I thought all for the best.
-
- -MERCUTIO -
-Help me into some house, Benvolio,
-Or I shall faint. A plague o' both your houses!
-They have made worms' meat of me: I have it,
-And soundly too: your houses!
-

Exeunt MERCUTIO and BENVOLIO

-
- -ROMEO -
-This gentleman, the prince's near ally,
-My very friend, hath got his mortal hurt
-In my behalf; my reputation stain'd
-With Tybalt's slander,--Tybalt, that an hour
-Hath been my kinsman! O sweet Juliet,
-Thy beauty hath made me effeminate
-And in my temper soften'd valour's steel!
-

Re-enter BENVOLIO

-
- -BENVOLIO -
-O Romeo, Romeo, brave Mercutio's dead!
-That gallant spirit hath aspired the clouds,
-Which too untimely here did scorn the earth.
-
- -ROMEO -
-This day's black fate on more days doth depend;
-This but begins the woe, others must end.
-
- -BENVOLIO -
-Here comes the furious Tybalt back again.
-
- -ROMEO -
-Alive, in triumph! and Mercutio slain!
-Away to heaven, respective lenity,
-And fire-eyed fury be my conduct now!
-

Re-enter TYBALT

-Now, Tybalt, take the villain back again,
-That late thou gavest me; for Mercutio's soul
-Is but a little way above our heads,
-Staying for thine to keep him company:
-Either thou, or I, or both, must go with him.
-
- -TYBALT -
-Thou, wretched boy, that didst consort him here,
-Shalt with him hence.
-
- -ROMEO -
-This shall determine that.
-

They fight; TYBALT falls

-
- -BENVOLIO -
-Romeo, away, be gone!
-The citizens are up, and Tybalt slain.
-Stand not amazed: the prince will doom thee death,
-If thou art taken: hence, be gone, away!
-
- -ROMEO -
-O, I am fortune's fool!
-
- -BENVOLIO -
-Why dost thou stay?
-

Exit ROMEO

-

Enter Citizens, & c

-
- -First Citizen -
-Which way ran he that kill'd Mercutio?
-Tybalt, that murderer, which way ran he?
-
- -BENVOLIO -
-There lies that Tybalt.
-
- -First Citizen -
-Up, sir, go with me;
-I charge thee in the princes name, obey.
-

Enter Prince, attended; MONTAGUE, CAPULET, their Wives, and others

-
- -PRINCE -
-Where are the vile beginners of this fray?
-
- -BENVOLIO -
-O noble prince, I can discover all
-The unlucky manage of this fatal brawl:
-There lies the man, slain by young Romeo,
-That slew thy kinsman, brave Mercutio.
-
- -LADY CAPULET -
-Tybalt, my cousin! O my brother's child!
-O prince! O cousin! husband! O, the blood is spilt
-O my dear kinsman! Prince, as thou art true,
-For blood of ours, shed blood of Montague.
-O cousin, cousin!
-
- -PRINCE -
-Benvolio, who began this bloody fray?
-
- -BENVOLIO -
-Tybalt, here slain, whom Romeo's hand did slay;
-Romeo that spoke him fair, bade him bethink
-How nice the quarrel was, and urged withal
-Your high displeasure: all this uttered
-With gentle breath, calm look, knees humbly bow'd,
-Could not take truce with the unruly spleen
-Of Tybalt deaf to peace, but that he tilts
-With piercing steel at bold Mercutio's breast,
-Who all as hot, turns deadly point to point,
-And, with a martial scorn, with one hand beats
-Cold death aside, and with the other sends
-It back to Tybalt, whose dexterity,
-Retorts it: Romeo he cries aloud,
-'Hold, friends! friends, part!' and, swifter than
-his tongue,
-His agile arm beats down their fatal points,
-And 'twixt them rushes; underneath whose arm
-An envious thrust from Tybalt hit the life
-Of stout Mercutio, and then Tybalt fled;
-But by and by comes back to Romeo,
-Who had but newly entertain'd revenge,
-And to 't they go like lightning, for, ere I
-Could draw to part them, was stout Tybalt slain.
-And, as he fell, did Romeo turn and fly.
-This is the truth, or let Benvolio die.
-
- -LADY CAPULET -
-He is a kinsman to the Montague;
-Affection makes him false; he speaks not true:
-Some twenty of them fought in this black strife,
-And all those twenty could but kill one life.
-I beg for justice, which thou, prince, must give;
-Romeo slew Tybalt, Romeo must not live.
-
- -PRINCE -
-Romeo slew him, he slew Mercutio;
-Who now the price of his dear blood doth owe?
-
- -MONTAGUE -
-Not Romeo, prince, he was Mercutio's friend;
-His fault concludes but what the law should end,
-The life of Tybalt.
-
- -PRINCE -
-And for that offence
-Immediately we do exile him hence:
-I have an interest in your hate's proceeding,
-My blood for your rude brawls doth lie a-bleeding;
-But I'll amerce you with so strong a fine
-That you shall all repent the loss of mine:
-I will be deaf to pleading and excuses;
-Nor tears nor prayers shall purchase out abuses:
-Therefore use none: let Romeo hence in haste,
-Else, when he's found, that hour is his last.
-Bear hence this body and attend our will:
-Mercy but murders, pardoning those that kill.
-

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SCENE II. Capulet's orchard.

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-Enter JULIET -
- -JULIET -
-Gallop apace, you fiery-footed steeds,
-Towards Phoebus' lodging: such a wagoner
-As Phaethon would whip you to the west,
-And bring in cloudy night immediately.
-Spread thy close curtain, love-performing night,
-That runaway's eyes may wink and Romeo
-Leap to these arms, untalk'd of and unseen.
-Lovers can see to do their amorous rites
-By their own beauties; or, if love be blind,
-It best agrees with night. Come, civil night,
-Thou sober-suited matron, all in black,
-And learn me how to lose a winning match,
-Play'd for a pair of stainless maidenhoods:
-Hood my unmann'd blood, bating in my cheeks,
-With thy black mantle; till strange love, grown bold,
-Think true love acted simple modesty.
-Come, night; come, Romeo; come, thou day in night;
-For thou wilt lie upon the wings of night
-Whiter than new snow on a raven's back.
-Come, gentle night, come, loving, black-brow'd night,
-Give me my Romeo; and, when he shall die,
-Take him and cut him out in little stars,
-And he will make the face of heaven so fine
-That all the world will be in love with night
-And pay no worship to the garish sun.
-O, I have bought the mansion of a love,
-But not possess'd it, and, though I am sold,
-Not yet enjoy'd: so tedious is this day
-As is the night before some festival
-To an impatient child that hath new robes
-And may not wear them. O, here comes my nurse,
-And she brings news; and every tongue that speaks
-But Romeo's name speaks heavenly eloquence.
-

Enter Nurse, with cords

-Now, nurse, what news? What hast thou there? the cords
-That Romeo bid thee fetch?
-
- -Nurse -
-Ay, ay, the cords.
-

Throws them down

-
- -JULIET -
-Ay me! what news? why dost thou wring thy hands?
-
- -Nurse -
-Ah, well-a-day! he's dead, he's dead, he's dead!
-We are undone, lady, we are undone!
-Alack the day! he's gone, he's kill'd, he's dead!
-
- -JULIET -
-Can heaven be so envious?
-
- -Nurse -
-Romeo can,
-Though heaven cannot: O Romeo, Romeo!
-Who ever would have thought it? Romeo!
-
- -JULIET -
-What devil art thou, that dost torment me thus?
-This torture should be roar'd in dismal hell.
-Hath Romeo slain himself? say thou but 'I,'
-And that bare vowel 'I' shall poison more
-Than the death-darting eye of cockatrice:
-I am not I, if there be such an I;
-Or those eyes shut, that make thee answer 'I.'
-If he be slain, say 'I'; or if not, no:
-Brief sounds determine of my weal or woe.
-
- -Nurse -
-I saw the wound, I saw it with mine eyes,--
-God save the mark!--here on his manly breast:
-A piteous corse, a bloody piteous corse;
-Pale, pale as ashes, all bedaub'd in blood,
-All in gore-blood; I swounded at the sight.
-
- -JULIET -
-O, break, my heart! poor bankrupt, break at once!
-To prison, eyes, ne'er look on liberty!
-Vile earth, to earth resign; end motion here;
-And thou and Romeo press one heavy bier!
-
- -Nurse -
-O Tybalt, Tybalt, the best friend I had!
-O courteous Tybalt! honest gentleman!
-That ever I should live to see thee dead!
-
- -JULIET -
-What storm is this that blows so contrary?
-Is Romeo slaughter'd, and is Tybalt dead?
-My dear-loved cousin, and my dearer lord?
-Then, dreadful trumpet, sound the general doom!
-For who is living, if those two are gone?
-
- -Nurse -
-Tybalt is gone, and Romeo banished;
-Romeo that kill'd him, he is banished.
-
- -JULIET -
-O God! did Romeo's hand shed Tybalt's blood?
-
- -Nurse -
-It did, it did; alas the day, it did!
-
- -JULIET -
-O serpent heart, hid with a flowering face!
-Did ever dragon keep so fair a cave?
-Beautiful tyrant! fiend angelical!
-Dove-feather'd raven! wolvish-ravening lamb!
-Despised substance of divinest show!
-Just opposite to what thou justly seem'st,
-A damned saint, an honourable villain!
-O nature, what hadst thou to do in hell,
-When thou didst bower the spirit of a fiend
-In moral paradise of such sweet flesh?
-Was ever book containing such vile matter
-So fairly bound? O that deceit should dwell
-In such a gorgeous palace!
-
- -Nurse -
-There's no trust,
-No faith, no honesty in men; all perjured,
-All forsworn, all naught, all dissemblers.
-Ah, where's my man? give me some aqua vitae:
-These griefs, these woes, these sorrows make me old.
-Shame come to Romeo!
-
- -JULIET -
-Blister'd be thy tongue
-For such a wish! he was not born to shame:
-Upon his brow shame is ashamed to sit;
-For 'tis a throne where honour may be crown'd
-Sole monarch of the universal earth.
-O, what a beast was I to chide at him!
-
- -Nurse -
-Will you speak well of him that kill'd your cousin?
-
- -JULIET -
-Shall I speak ill of him that is my husband?
-Ah, poor my lord, what tongue shall smooth thy name,
-When I, thy three-hours wife, have mangled it?
-But, wherefore, villain, didst thou kill my cousin?
-That villain cousin would have kill'd my husband:
-Back, foolish tears, back to your native spring;
-Your tributary drops belong to woe,
-Which you, mistaking, offer up to joy.
-My husband lives, that Tybalt would have slain;
-And Tybalt's dead, that would have slain my husband:
-All this is comfort; wherefore weep I then?
-Some word there was, worser than Tybalt's death,
-That murder'd me: I would forget it fain;
-But, O, it presses to my memory,
-Like damned guilty deeds to sinners' minds:
-'Tybalt is dead, and Romeo--banished;'
-That 'banished,' that one word 'banished,'
-Hath slain ten thousand Tybalts. Tybalt's death
-Was woe enough, if it had ended there:
-Or, if sour woe delights in fellowship
-And needly will be rank'd with other griefs,
-Why follow'd not, when she said 'Tybalt's dead,'
-Thy father, or thy mother, nay, or both,
-Which modern lamentations might have moved?
-But with a rear-ward following Tybalt's death,
-'Romeo is banished,' to speak that word,
-Is father, mother, Tybalt, Romeo, Juliet,
-All slain, all dead. 'Romeo is banished!'
-There is no end, no limit, measure, bound,
-In that word's death; no words can that woe sound.
-Where is my father, and my mother, nurse?
-
- -Nurse -
-Weeping and wailing over Tybalt's corse:
-Will you go to them? I will bring you thither.
-
- -JULIET -
-Wash they his wounds with tears: mine shall be spent,
-When theirs are dry, for Romeo's banishment.
-Take up those cords: poor ropes, you are beguiled,
-Both you and I; for Romeo is exiled:
-He made you for a highway to my bed;
-But I, a maid, die maiden-widowed.
-Come, cords, come, nurse; I'll to my wedding-bed;
-And death, not Romeo, take my maidenhead!
-
- -Nurse -
-Hie to your chamber: I'll find Romeo
-To comfort you: I wot well where he is.
-Hark ye, your Romeo will be here at night:
-I'll to him; he is hid at Laurence' cell.
-
- -JULIET -
-O, find him! give this ring to my true knight,
-And bid him come to take his last farewell.
-

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SCENE III. Friar Laurence's cell.

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-Enter FRIAR LAURENCE -
- -FRIAR LAURENCE -
-Romeo, come forth; come forth, thou fearful man:
-Affliction is enamour'd of thy parts,
-And thou art wedded to calamity.
-

Enter ROMEO

-
- -ROMEO -
-Father, what news? what is the prince's doom?
-What sorrow craves acquaintance at my hand,
-That I yet know not?
-
- -FRIAR LAURENCE -
-Too familiar
-Is my dear son with such sour company:
-I bring thee tidings of the prince's doom.
-
- -ROMEO -
-What less than dooms-day is the prince's doom?
-
- -FRIAR LAURENCE -
-A gentler judgment vanish'd from his lips,
-Not body's death, but body's banishment.
-
- -ROMEO -
-Ha, banishment! be merciful, say 'death;'
-For exile hath more terror in his look,
-Much more than death: do not say 'banishment.'
-
- -FRIAR LAURENCE -
-Hence from Verona art thou banished:
-Be patient, for the world is broad and wide.
-
- -ROMEO -
-There is no world without Verona walls,
-But purgatory, torture, hell itself.
-Hence-banished is banish'd from the world,
-And world's exile is death: then banished,
-Is death mis-term'd: calling death banishment,
-Thou cutt'st my head off with a golden axe,
-And smilest upon the stroke that murders me.
-
- -FRIAR LAURENCE -
-O deadly sin! O rude unthankfulness!
-Thy fault our law calls death; but the kind prince,
-Taking thy part, hath rush'd aside the law,
-And turn'd that black word death to banishment:
-This is dear mercy, and thou seest it not.
-
- -ROMEO -
-'Tis torture, and not mercy: heaven is here,
-Where Juliet lives; and every cat and dog
-And little mouse, every unworthy thing,
-Live here in heaven and may look on her;
-But Romeo may not: more validity,
-More honourable state, more courtship lives
-In carrion-flies than Romeo: they my seize
-On the white wonder of dear Juliet's hand
-And steal immortal blessing from her lips,
-Who even in pure and vestal modesty,
-Still blush, as thinking their own kisses sin;
-But Romeo may not; he is banished:
-Flies may do this, but I from this must fly:
-They are free men, but I am banished.
-And say'st thou yet that exile is not death?
-Hadst thou no poison mix'd, no sharp-ground knife,
-No sudden mean of death, though ne'er so mean,
-But 'banished' to kill me?--'banished'?
-O friar, the damned use that word in hell;
-Howlings attend it: how hast thou the heart,
-Being a divine, a ghostly confessor,
-A sin-absolver, and my friend profess'd,
-To mangle me with that word 'banished'?
-
- -FRIAR LAURENCE -
-Thou fond mad man, hear me but speak a word.
-
- -ROMEO -
-O, thou wilt speak again of banishment.
-
- -FRIAR LAURENCE -
-I'll give thee armour to keep off that word:
-Adversity's sweet milk, philosophy,
-To comfort thee, though thou art banished.
-
- -ROMEO -
-Yet 'banished'? Hang up philosophy!
-Unless philosophy can make a Juliet,
-Displant a town, reverse a prince's doom,
-It helps not, it prevails not: talk no more.
-
- -FRIAR LAURENCE -
-O, then I see that madmen have no ears.
-
- -ROMEO -
-How should they, when that wise men have no eyes?
-
- -FRIAR LAURENCE -
-Let me dispute with thee of thy estate.
-
- -ROMEO -
-Thou canst not speak of that thou dost not feel:
-Wert thou as young as I, Juliet thy love,
-An hour but married, Tybalt murdered,
-Doting like me and like me banished,
-Then mightst thou speak, then mightst thou tear thy hair,
-And fall upon the ground, as I do now,
-Taking the measure of an unmade grave.
-

Knocking within

-
- -FRIAR LAURENCE -
-Arise; one knocks; good Romeo, hide thyself.
-
- -ROMEO -
-Not I; unless the breath of heartsick groans,
-Mist-like, infold me from the search of eyes.
-

Knocking

-
- -FRIAR LAURENCE -
-Hark, how they knock! Who's there? Romeo, arise;
-Thou wilt be taken. Stay awhile! Stand up;
-

Knocking

-Run to my study. By and by! God's will,
-What simpleness is this! I come, I come!
-

Knocking

-Who knocks so hard? whence come you? what's your will?
-
- -Nurse -
-[Within] Let me come in, and you shall know
-my errand;
-I come from Lady Juliet.
-
- -FRIAR LAURENCE -
-Welcome, then.
-

Enter Nurse

-
- -Nurse -
-O holy friar, O, tell me, holy friar,
-Where is my lady's lord, where's Romeo?
-
- -FRIAR LAURENCE -
-There on the ground, with his own tears made drunk.
-
- -Nurse -
-O, he is even in my mistress' case,
-Just in her case! O woful sympathy!
-Piteous predicament! Even so lies she,
-Blubbering and weeping, weeping and blubbering.
-Stand up, stand up; stand, and you be a man:
-For Juliet's sake, for her sake, rise and stand;
-Why should you fall into so deep an O?
-
- -ROMEO -
-Nurse!
-
- -Nurse -
-Ah sir! ah sir! Well, death's the end of all.
-
- -ROMEO -
-Spakest thou of Juliet? how is it with her?
-Doth she not think me an old murderer,
-Now I have stain'd the childhood of our joy
-With blood removed but little from her own?
-Where is she? and how doth she? and what says
-My conceal'd lady to our cancell'd love?
-
- -Nurse -
-O, she says nothing, sir, but weeps and weeps;
-And now falls on her bed; and then starts up,
-And Tybalt calls; and then on Romeo cries,
-And then down falls again.
-
- -ROMEO -
-As if that name,
-Shot from the deadly level of a gun,
-Did murder her; as that name's cursed hand
-Murder'd her kinsman. O, tell me, friar, tell me,
-In what vile part of this anatomy
-Doth my name lodge? tell me, that I may sack
-The hateful mansion.
-

Drawing his sword

-
- -FRIAR LAURENCE -
-Hold thy desperate hand:
-Art thou a man? thy form cries out thou art:
-Thy tears are womanish; thy wild acts denote
-The unreasonable fury of a beast:
-Unseemly woman in a seeming man!
-Or ill-beseeming beast in seeming both!
-Thou hast amazed me: by my holy order,
-I thought thy disposition better temper'd.
-Hast thou slain Tybalt? wilt thou slay thyself?
-And stay thy lady too that lives in thee,
-By doing damned hate upon thyself?
-Why rail'st thou on thy birth, the heaven, and earth?
-Since birth, and heaven, and earth, all three do meet
-In thee at once; which thou at once wouldst lose.
-Fie, fie, thou shamest thy shape, thy love, thy wit;
-Which, like a usurer, abound'st in all,
-And usest none in that true use indeed
-Which should bedeck thy shape, thy love, thy wit:
-Thy noble shape is but a form of wax,
-Digressing from the valour of a man;
-Thy dear love sworn but hollow perjury,
-Killing that love which thou hast vow'd to cherish;
-Thy wit, that ornament to shape and love,
-Misshapen in the conduct of them both,
-Like powder in a skitless soldier's flask,
-Is set afire by thine own ignorance,
-And thou dismember'd with thine own defence.
-What, rouse thee, man! thy Juliet is alive,
-For whose dear sake thou wast but lately dead;
-There art thou happy: Tybalt would kill thee,
-But thou slew'st Tybalt; there are thou happy too:
-The law that threaten'd death becomes thy friend
-And turns it to exile; there art thou happy:
-A pack of blessings lights up upon thy back;
-Happiness courts thee in her best array;
-But, like a misbehaved and sullen wench,
-Thou pout'st upon thy fortune and thy love:
-Take heed, take heed, for such die miserable.
-Go, get thee to thy love, as was decreed,
-Ascend her chamber, hence and comfort her:
-But look thou stay not till the watch be set,
-For then thou canst not pass to Mantua;
-Where thou shalt live, till we can find a time
-To blaze your marriage, reconcile your friends,
-Beg pardon of the prince, and call thee back
-With twenty hundred thousand times more joy
-Than thou went'st forth in lamentation.
-Go before, nurse: commend me to thy lady;
-And bid her hasten all the house to bed,
-Which heavy sorrow makes them apt unto:
-Romeo is coming.
-
- -Nurse -
-O Lord, I could have stay'd here all the night
-To hear good counsel: O, what learning is!
-My lord, I'll tell my lady you will come.
-
- -ROMEO -
-Do so, and bid my sweet prepare to chide.
-
- -Nurse -
-Here, sir, a ring she bid me give you, sir:
-Hie you, make haste, for it grows very late.
-

Exit

-
- -ROMEO -
-How well my comfort is revived by this!
-
- -FRIAR LAURENCE -
-Go hence; good night; and here stands all your state:
-Either be gone before the watch be set,
-Or by the break of day disguised from hence:
-Sojourn in Mantua; I'll find out your man,
-And he shall signify from time to time
-Every good hap to you that chances here:
-Give me thy hand; 'tis late: farewell; good night.
-
- -ROMEO -
-But that a joy past joy calls out on me,
-It were a grief, so brief to part with thee: Farewell.
-

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SCENE IV. A room in Capulet's house.

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-Enter CAPULET, LADY CAPULET, and PARIS -
- -CAPULET -
-Things have fall'n out, sir, so unluckily,
-That we have had no time to move our daughter:
-Look you, she loved her kinsman Tybalt dearly,
-And so did I:--Well, we were born to die.
-'Tis very late, she'll not come down to-night:
-I promise you, but for your company,
-I would have been a-bed an hour ago.
-
- -PARIS -
-These times of woe afford no time to woo.
-Madam, good night: commend me to your daughter.
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- -LADY CAPULET -
-I will, and know her mind early to-morrow;
-To-night she is mew'd up to her heaviness.
-
- -CAPULET -
-Sir Paris, I will make a desperate tender
-Of my child's love: I think she will be ruled
-In all respects by me; nay, more, I doubt it not.
-Wife, go you to her ere you go to bed;
-Acquaint her here of my son Paris' love;
-And bid her, mark you me, on Wednesday next--
-But, soft! what day is this?
-
- -PARIS -
-Monday, my lord,
-
- -CAPULET -
-Monday! ha, ha! Well, Wednesday is too soon,
-O' Thursday let it be: o' Thursday, tell her,
-She shall be married to this noble earl.
-Will you be ready? do you like this haste?
-We'll keep no great ado,--a friend or two;
-For, hark you, Tybalt being slain so late,
-It may be thought we held him carelessly,
-Being our kinsman, if we revel much:
-Therefore we'll have some half a dozen friends,
-And there an end. But what say you to Thursday?
-
- -PARIS -
-My lord, I would that Thursday were to-morrow.
-
- -CAPULET -
-Well get you gone: o' Thursday be it, then.
-Go you to Juliet ere you go to bed,
-Prepare her, wife, against this wedding-day.
-Farewell, my lord. Light to my chamber, ho!
-Afore me! it is so very very late,
-That we may call it early by and by.
-Good night.
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SCENE V. Capulet's orchard.

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-Enter ROMEO and JULIET above, at the window -
- -JULIET -
-Wilt thou be gone? it is not yet near day:
-It was the nightingale, and not the lark,
-That pierced the fearful hollow of thine ear;
-Nightly she sings on yon pomegranate-tree:
-Believe me, love, it was the nightingale.
-
- -ROMEO -
-It was the lark, the herald of the morn,
-No nightingale: look, love, what envious streaks
-Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east:
-Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day
-Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops.
-I must be gone and live, or stay and die.
-
- -JULIET -
-Yon light is not day-light, I know it, I:
-It is some meteor that the sun exhales,
-To be to thee this night a torch-bearer,
-And light thee on thy way to Mantua:
-Therefore stay yet; thou need'st not to be gone.
-
- -ROMEO -
-Let me be ta'en, let me be put to death;
-I am content, so thou wilt have it so.
-I'll say yon grey is not the morning's eye,
-'Tis but the pale reflex of Cynthia's brow;
-Nor that is not the lark, whose notes do beat
-The vaulty heaven so high above our heads:
-I have more care to stay than will to go:
-Come, death, and welcome! Juliet wills it so.
-How is't, my soul? let's talk; it is not day.
-
- -JULIET -
-It is, it is: hie hence, be gone, away!
-It is the lark that sings so out of tune,
-Straining harsh discords and unpleasing sharps.
-Some say the lark makes sweet division;
-This doth not so, for she divideth us:
-Some say the lark and loathed toad change eyes,
-O, now I would they had changed voices too!
-Since arm from arm that voice doth us affray,
-Hunting thee hence with hunt's-up to the day,
-O, now be gone; more light and light it grows.
-
- -ROMEO -
-More light and light; more dark and dark our woes!
-

Enter Nurse, to the chamber

-
- -Nurse -
-Madam!
-
- -JULIET -
-Nurse?
-
- -Nurse -
-Your lady mother is coming to your chamber:
-The day is broke; be wary, look about.
-

Exit

-
- -JULIET -
-Then, window, let day in, and let life out.
-
- -ROMEO -
-Farewell, farewell! one kiss, and I'll descend.
-

He goeth down

-
- -JULIET -
-Art thou gone so? love, lord, ay, husband, friend!
-I must hear from thee every day in the hour,
-For in a minute there are many days:
-O, by this count I shall be much in years
-Ere I again behold my Romeo!
-
- -ROMEO -
-Farewell!
-I will omit no opportunity
-That may convey my greetings, love, to thee.
-
- -JULIET -
-O think'st thou we shall ever meet again?
-
- -ROMEO -
-I doubt it not; and all these woes shall serve
-For sweet discourses in our time to come.
-
- -JULIET -
-O God, I have an ill-divining soul!
-Methinks I see thee, now thou art below,
-As one dead in the bottom of a tomb:
-Either my eyesight fails, or thou look'st pale.
-
- -ROMEO -
-And trust me, love, in my eye so do you:
-Dry sorrow drinks our blood. Adieu, adieu!
-

Exit

-
- -JULIET -
-O fortune, fortune! all men call thee fickle:
-If thou art fickle, what dost thou with him.
-That is renown'd for faith? Be fickle, fortune;
-For then, I hope, thou wilt not keep him long,
-But send him back.
-
- -LADY CAPULET -
-[Within] Ho, daughter! are you up?
-
- -JULIET -
-Who is't that calls? is it my lady mother?
-Is she not down so late, or up so early?
-What unaccustom'd cause procures her hither?
-

Enter LADY CAPULET

-
- -LADY CAPULET -
-Why, how now, Juliet!
-
- -JULIET -
-Madam, I am not well.
-
- -LADY CAPULET -
-Evermore weeping for your cousin's death?
-What, wilt thou wash him from his grave with tears?
-An if thou couldst, thou couldst not make him live;
-Therefore, have done: some grief shows much of love;
-But much of grief shows still some want of wit.
-
- -JULIET -
-Yet let me weep for such a feeling loss.
-
- -LADY CAPULET -
-So shall you feel the loss, but not the friend
-Which you weep for.
-
- -JULIET -
-Feeling so the loss,
-Cannot choose but ever weep the friend.
-
- -LADY CAPULET -
-Well, girl, thou weep'st not so much for his death,
-As that the villain lives which slaughter'd him.
-
- -JULIET -
-What villain madam?
-
- -LADY CAPULET -
-That same villain, Romeo.
-
- -JULIET -
-[Aside] Villain and he be many miles asunder.--
-God Pardon him! I do, with all my heart;
-And yet no man like he doth grieve my heart.
-
- -LADY CAPULET -
-That is, because the traitor murderer lives.
-
- -JULIET -
-Ay, madam, from the reach of these my hands:
-Would none but I might venge my cousin's death!
-
- -LADY CAPULET -
-We will have vengeance for it, fear thou not:
-Then weep no more. I'll send to one in Mantua,
-Where that same banish'd runagate doth live,
-Shall give him such an unaccustom'd dram,
-That he shall soon keep Tybalt company:
-And then, I hope, thou wilt be satisfied.
-
- -JULIET -
-Indeed, I never shall be satisfied
-With Romeo, till I behold him--dead--
-Is my poor heart for a kinsman vex'd.
-Madam, if you could find out but a man
-To bear a poison, I would temper it;
-That Romeo should, upon receipt thereof,
-Soon sleep in quiet. O, how my heart abhors
-To hear him named, and cannot come to him.
-To wreak the love I bore my cousin
-Upon his body that slaughter'd him!
-
- -LADY CAPULET -
-Find thou the means, and I'll find such a man.
-But now I'll tell thee joyful tidings, girl.
-
- -JULIET -
-And joy comes well in such a needy time:
-What are they, I beseech your ladyship?
-
- -LADY CAPULET -
-Well, well, thou hast a careful father, child;
-One who, to put thee from thy heaviness,
-Hath sorted out a sudden day of joy,
-That thou expect'st not nor I look'd not for.
-
- -JULIET -
-Madam, in happy time, what day is that?
-
- -LADY CAPULET -
-Marry, my child, early next Thursday morn,
-The gallant, young and noble gentleman,
-The County Paris, at Saint Peter's Church,
-Shall happily make thee there a joyful bride.
-
- -JULIET -
-Now, by Saint Peter's Church and Peter too,
-He shall not make me there a joyful bride.
-I wonder at this haste; that I must wed
-Ere he, that should be husband, comes to woo.
-I pray you, tell my lord and father, madam,
-I will not marry yet; and, when I do, I swear,
-It shall be Romeo, whom you know I hate,
-Rather than Paris. These are news indeed!
-
- -LADY CAPULET -
-Here comes your father; tell him so yourself,
-And see how he will take it at your hands.
-

Enter CAPULET and Nurse

-
- -CAPULET -
-When the sun sets, the air doth drizzle dew;
-But for the sunset of my brother's son
-It rains downright.
-How now! a conduit, girl? what, still in tears?
-Evermore showering? In one little body
-Thou counterfeit'st a bark, a sea, a wind;
-For still thy eyes, which I may call the sea,
-Do ebb and flow with tears; the bark thy body is,
-Sailing in this salt flood; the winds, thy sighs;
-Who, raging with thy tears, and they with them,
-Without a sudden calm, will overset
-Thy tempest-tossed body. How now, wife!
-Have you deliver'd to her our decree?
-
- -LADY CAPULET -
-Ay, sir; but she will none, she gives you thanks.
-I would the fool were married to her grave!
-
- -CAPULET -
-Soft! take me with you, take me with you, wife.
-How! will she none? doth she not give us thanks?
-Is she not proud? doth she not count her blest,
-Unworthy as she is, that we have wrought
-So worthy a gentleman to be her bridegroom?
-
- -JULIET -
-Not proud, you have; but thankful, that you have:
-Proud can I never be of what I hate;
-But thankful even for hate, that is meant love.
-
- -CAPULET -
-How now, how now, chop-logic! What is this?
-'Proud,' and 'I thank you,' and 'I thank you not;'
-And yet 'not proud,' mistress minion, you,
-Thank me no thankings, nor, proud me no prouds,
-But fettle your fine joints 'gainst Thursday next,
-To go with Paris to Saint Peter's Church,
-Or I will drag thee on a hurdle thither.
-Out, you green-sickness carrion! out, you baggage!
-You tallow-face!
-
- -LADY CAPULET -
- Fie, fie! what, are you mad?
-
- -JULIET -
-Good father, I beseech you on my knees,
-Hear me with patience but to speak a word.
-
- -CAPULET -
-Hang thee, young baggage! disobedient wretch!
-I tell thee what: get thee to church o' Thursday,
-Or never after look me in the face:
-Speak not, reply not, do not answer me;
-My fingers itch. Wife, we scarce thought us blest
-That God had lent us but this only child;
-But now I see this one is one too much,
-And that we have a curse in having her:
-Out on her, hilding!
-
- -Nurse -
-God in heaven bless her!
-You are to blame, my lord, to rate her so.
-
- -CAPULET -
-And why, my lady wisdom? hold your tongue,
-Good prudence; smatter with your gossips, go.
-
- -Nurse -
-I speak no treason.
-
- -CAPULET -
-O, God ye god-den.
-
- -Nurse -
-May not one speak?
-
- -CAPULET -
- Peace, you mumbling fool!
-Utter your gravity o'er a gossip's bowl;
-For here we need it not.
-
- -LADY CAPULET -
-You are too hot.
-
- -CAPULET -
-God's bread! it makes me mad:
-Day, night, hour, tide, time, work, play,
-Alone, in company, still my care hath been
-To have her match'd: and having now provided
-A gentleman of noble parentage,
-Of fair demesnes, youthful, and nobly train'd,
-Stuff'd, as they say, with honourable parts,
-Proportion'd as one's thought would wish a man;
-And then to have a wretched puling fool,
-A whining mammet, in her fortune's tender,
-To answer 'I'll not wed; I cannot love,
-I am too young; I pray you, pardon me.'
-But, as you will not wed, I'll pardon you:
-Graze where you will you shall not house with me:
-Look to't, think on't, I do not use to jest.
-Thursday is near; lay hand on heart, advise:
-An you be mine, I'll give you to my friend;
-And you be not, hang, beg, starve, die in
-the streets,
-For, by my soul, I'll ne'er acknowledge thee,
-Nor what is mine shall never do thee good:
-Trust to't, bethink you; I'll not be forsworn.
-

Exit

-
- -JULIET -
-Is there no pity sitting in the clouds,
-That sees into the bottom of my grief?
-O, sweet my mother, cast me not away!
-Delay this marriage for a month, a week;
-Or, if you do not, make the bridal bed
-In that dim monument where Tybalt lies.
-
- -LADY CAPULET -
-Talk not to me, for I'll not speak a word:
-Do as thou wilt, for I have done with thee.
-

Exit

-
- -JULIET -
-O God!--O nurse, how shall this be prevented?
-My husband is on earth, my faith in heaven;
-How shall that faith return again to earth,
-Unless that husband send it me from heaven
-By leaving earth? comfort me, counsel me.
-Alack, alack, that heaven should practise stratagems
-Upon so soft a subject as myself!
-What say'st thou? hast thou not a word of joy?
-Some comfort, nurse.
-
- -Nurse -
-Faith, here it is.
-Romeo is banish'd; and all the world to nothing,
-That he dares ne'er come back to challenge you;
-Or, if he do, it needs must be by stealth.
-Then, since the case so stands as now it doth,
-I think it best you married with the county.
-O, he's a lovely gentleman!
-Romeo's a dishclout to him: an eagle, madam,
-Hath not so green, so quick, so fair an eye
-As Paris hath. Beshrew my very heart,
-I think you are happy in this second match,
-For it excels your first: or if it did not,
-Your first is dead; or 'twere as good he were,
-As living here and you no use of him.
-
- -JULIET -
-Speakest thou from thy heart?
-
- -Nurse -
-And from my soul too;
-Or else beshrew them both.
-
- -JULIET -
-Amen!
-
- -Nurse -
-What?
-
- -JULIET -
-Well, thou hast comforted me marvellous much.
-Go in: and tell my lady I am gone,
-Having displeased my father, to Laurence' cell,
-To make confession and to be absolved.
-
- -Nurse -
-Marry, I will; and this is wisely done.
-

Exit

-
- -JULIET -
-Ancient damnation! O most wicked fiend!
-Is it more sin to wish me thus forsworn,
-Or to dispraise my lord with that same tongue
-Which she hath praised him with above compare
-So many thousand times? Go, counsellor;
-Thou and my bosom henceforth shall be twain.
-I'll to the friar, to know his remedy:
-If all else fail, myself have power to die.
-

Exit

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SCENE I. Friar Laurence's cell.

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-Enter FRIAR LAURENCE and PARIS -
- -FRIAR LAURENCE -
-On Thursday, sir? the time is very short.
-
- -PARIS -
-My father Capulet will have it so;
-And I am nothing slow to slack his haste.
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- -FRIAR LAURENCE -
-You say you do not know the lady's mind:
-Uneven is the course, I like it not.
-
- -PARIS -
-Immoderately she weeps for Tybalt's death,
-And therefore have I little talk'd of love;
-For Venus smiles not in a house of tears.
-Now, sir, her father counts it dangerous
-That she doth give her sorrow so much sway,
-And in his wisdom hastes our marriage,
-To stop the inundation of her tears;
-Which, too much minded by herself alone,
-May be put from her by society:
-Now do you know the reason of this haste.
-
- -FRIAR LAURENCE -
-[Aside] I would I knew not why it should be slow'd.
-Look, sir, here comes the lady towards my cell.
-

Enter JULIET

-
- -PARIS -
-Happily met, my lady and my wife!
-
- -JULIET -
-That may be, sir, when I may be a wife.
-
- -PARIS -
-That may be must be, love, on Thursday next.
-
- -JULIET -
-What must be shall be.
-
- -FRIAR LAURENCE -
-That's a certain text.
-
- -PARIS -
-Come you to make confession to this father?
-
- -JULIET -
-To answer that, I should confess to you.
-
- -PARIS -
-Do not deny to him that you love me.
-
- -JULIET -
-I will confess to you that I love him.
-
- -PARIS -
-So will ye, I am sure, that you love me.
-
- -JULIET -
-If I do so, it will be of more price,
-Being spoke behind your back, than to your face.
-
- -PARIS -
-Poor soul, thy face is much abused with tears.
-
- -JULIET -
-The tears have got small victory by that;
-For it was bad enough before their spite.
-
- -PARIS -
-Thou wrong'st it, more than tears, with that report.
-
- -JULIET -
-That is no slander, sir, which is a truth;
-And what I spake, I spake it to my face.
-
- -PARIS -
-Thy face is mine, and thou hast slander'd it.
-
- -JULIET -
-It may be so, for it is not mine own.
-Are you at leisure, holy father, now;
-Or shall I come to you at evening mass?
-
- -FRIAR LAURENCE -
-My leisure serves me, pensive daughter, now.
-My lord, we must entreat the time alone.
-
- -PARIS -
-God shield I should disturb devotion!
-Juliet, on Thursday early will I rouse ye:
-Till then, adieu; and keep this holy kiss.
-

Exit

-
- -JULIET -
-O shut the door! and when thou hast done so,
-Come weep with me; past hope, past cure, past help!
-
- -FRIAR LAURENCE -
-Ah, Juliet, I already know thy grief;
-It strains me past the compass of my wits:
-I hear thou must, and nothing may prorogue it,
-On Thursday next be married to this county.
-
- -JULIET -
-Tell me not, friar, that thou hear'st of this,
-Unless thou tell me how I may prevent it:
-If, in thy wisdom, thou canst give no help,
-Do thou but call my resolution wise,
-And with this knife I'll help it presently.
-God join'd my heart and Romeo's, thou our hands;
-And ere this hand, by thee to Romeo seal'd,
-Shall be the label to another deed,
-Or my true heart with treacherous revolt
-Turn to another, this shall slay them both:
-Therefore, out of thy long-experienced time,
-Give me some present counsel, or, behold,
-'Twixt my extremes and me this bloody knife
-Shall play the umpire, arbitrating that
-Which the commission of thy years and art
-Could to no issue of true honour bring.
-Be not so long to speak; I long to die,
-If what thou speak'st speak not of remedy.
-
- -FRIAR LAURENCE -
-Hold, daughter: I do spy a kind of hope,
-Which craves as desperate an execution.
-As that is desperate which we would prevent.
-If, rather than to marry County Paris,
-Thou hast the strength of will to slay thyself,
-Then is it likely thou wilt undertake
-A thing like death to chide away this shame,
-That copest with death himself to scape from it:
-And, if thou darest, I'll give thee remedy.
-
- -JULIET -
-O, bid me leap, rather than marry Paris,
-From off the battlements of yonder tower;
-Or walk in thievish ways; or bid me lurk
-Where serpents are; chain me with roaring bears;
-Or shut me nightly in a charnel-house,
-O'er-cover'd quite with dead men's rattling bones,
-With reeky shanks and yellow chapless skulls;
-Or bid me go into a new-made grave
-And hide me with a dead man in his shroud;
-Things that, to hear them told, have made me tremble;
-And I will do it without fear or doubt,
-To live an unstain'd wife to my sweet love.
-
- -FRIAR LAURENCE -
-Hold, then; go home, be merry, give consent
-To marry Paris: Wednesday is to-morrow:
-To-morrow night look that thou lie alone;
-Let not thy nurse lie with thee in thy chamber:
-Take thou this vial, being then in bed,
-And this distilled liquor drink thou off;
-When presently through all thy veins shall run
-A cold and drowsy humour, for no pulse
-Shall keep his native progress, but surcease:
-No warmth, no breath, shall testify thou livest;
-The roses in thy lips and cheeks shall fade
-To paly ashes, thy eyes' windows fall,
-Like death, when he shuts up the day of life;
-Each part, deprived of supple government,
-Shall, stiff and stark and cold, appear like death:
-And in this borrow'd likeness of shrunk death
-Thou shalt continue two and forty hours,
-And then awake as from a pleasant sleep.
-Now, when the bridegroom in the morning comes
-To rouse thee from thy bed, there art thou dead:
-Then, as the manner of our country is,
-In thy best robes uncover'd on the bier
-Thou shalt be borne to that same ancient vault
-Where all the kindred of the Capulets lie.
-In the mean time, against thou shalt awake,
-Shall Romeo by my letters know our drift,
-And hither shall he come: and he and I
-Will watch thy waking, and that very night
-Shall Romeo bear thee hence to Mantua.
-And this shall free thee from this present shame;
-If no inconstant toy, nor womanish fear,
-Abate thy valour in the acting it.
-
- -JULIET -
-Give me, give me! O, tell not me of fear!
-
- -FRIAR LAURENCE -
-Hold; get you gone, be strong and prosperous
-In this resolve: I'll send a friar with speed
-To Mantua, with my letters to thy lord.
-
- -JULIET -
-Love give me strength! and strength shall help afford.
-Farewell, dear father!
-

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SCENE II. Hall in Capulet's house.

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-Enter CAPULET, LADY CAPULET, Nurse, and two Servingmen -
- -CAPULET -
-So many guests invite as here are writ.
-

Exit First Servant

-Sirrah, go hire me twenty cunning cooks.
-
- -Second Servant -
-You shall have none ill, sir; for I'll try if they
-can lick their fingers.
-
- -CAPULET -
-How canst thou try them so?
-
- -Second Servant -
-Marry, sir, 'tis an ill cook that cannot lick his
-own fingers: therefore he that cannot lick his
-fingers goes not with me.
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- -CAPULET -
-Go, be gone.
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Exit Second Servant

-We shall be much unfurnished for this time.
-What, is my daughter gone to Friar Laurence?
-
- -Nurse -
-Ay, forsooth.
-
- -CAPULET -
-Well, he may chance to do some good on her:
-A peevish self-will'd harlotry it is.
-
- -Nurse -
-See where she comes from shrift with merry look.
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Enter JULIET

-
- -CAPULET -
-How now, my headstrong! where have you been gadding?
-
- -JULIET -
-Where I have learn'd me to repent the sin
-Of disobedient opposition
-To you and your behests, and am enjoin'd
-By holy Laurence to fall prostrate here,
-And beg your pardon: pardon, I beseech you!
-Henceforward I am ever ruled by you.
-
- -CAPULET -
-Send for the county; go tell him of this:
-I'll have this knot knit up to-morrow morning.
-
- -JULIET -
-I met the youthful lord at Laurence' cell;
-And gave him what becomed love I might,
-Not step o'er the bounds of modesty.
-
- -CAPULET -
-Why, I am glad on't; this is well: stand up:
-This is as't should be. Let me see the county;
-Ay, marry, go, I say, and fetch him hither.
-Now, afore God! this reverend holy friar,
-Our whole city is much bound to him.
-
- -JULIET -
-Nurse, will you go with me into my closet,
-To help me sort such needful ornaments
-As you think fit to furnish me to-morrow?
-
- -LADY CAPULET -
-No, not till Thursday; there is time enough.
-
- -CAPULET -
-Go, nurse, go with her: we'll to church to-morrow.
-

Exeunt JULIET and Nurse

-
- -LADY CAPULET -
-We shall be short in our provision:
-'Tis now near night.
-
- -CAPULET -
-Tush, I will stir about,
-And all things shall be well, I warrant thee, wife:
-Go thou to Juliet, help to deck up her;
-I'll not to bed to-night; let me alone;
-I'll play the housewife for this once. What, ho!
-They are all forth. Well, I will walk myself
-To County Paris, to prepare him up
-Against to-morrow: my heart is wondrous light,
-Since this same wayward girl is so reclaim'd.
-

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SCENE III. Juliet's chamber.

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-Enter JULIET and Nurse -
- -JULIET -
-Ay, those attires are best: but, gentle nurse,
-I pray thee, leave me to my self to-night,
-For I have need of many orisons
-To move the heavens to smile upon my state,
-Which, well thou know'st, is cross, and full of sin.
-

Enter LADY CAPULET

-
- -LADY CAPULET -
-What, are you busy, ho? need you my help?
-
- -JULIET -
-No, madam; we have cull'd such necessaries
-As are behoveful for our state to-morrow:
-So please you, let me now be left alone,
-And let the nurse this night sit up with you;
-For, I am sure, you have your hands full all,
-In this so sudden business.
-
- -LADY CAPULET -
-Good night:
-Get thee to bed, and rest; for thou hast need.
-

Exeunt LADY CAPULET and Nurse

-
- -JULIET -
-Farewell! God knows when we shall meet again.
-I have a faint cold fear thrills through my veins,
-That almost freezes up the heat of life:
-I'll call them back again to comfort me:
-Nurse! What should she do here?
-My dismal scene I needs must act alone.
-Come, vial.
-What if this mixture do not work at all?
-Shall I be married then to-morrow morning?
-No, no: this shall forbid it: lie thou there.
-

Laying down her dagger

-What if it be a poison, which the friar
-Subtly hath minister'd to have me dead,
-Lest in this marriage he should be dishonour'd,
-Because he married me before to Romeo?
-I fear it is: and yet, methinks, it should not,
-For he hath still been tried a holy man.
-How if, when I am laid into the tomb,
-I wake before the time that Romeo
-Come to redeem me? there's a fearful point!
-Shall I not, then, be stifled in the vault,
-To whose foul mouth no healthsome air breathes in,
-And there die strangled ere my Romeo comes?
-Or, if I live, is it not very like,
-The horrible conceit of death and night,
-Together with the terror of the place,--
-As in a vault, an ancient receptacle,
-Where, for these many hundred years, the bones
-Of all my buried ancestors are packed:
-Where bloody Tybalt, yet but green in earth,
-Lies festering in his shroud; where, as they say,
-At some hours in the night spirits resort;--
-Alack, alack, is it not like that I,
-So early waking, what with loathsome smells,
-And shrieks like mandrakes' torn out of the earth,
-That living mortals, hearing them, run mad:--
-O, if I wake, shall I not be distraught,
-Environed with all these hideous fears?
-And madly play with my forefather's joints?
-And pluck the mangled Tybalt from his shroud?
-And, in this rage, with some great kinsman's bone,
-As with a club, dash out my desperate brains?
-O, look! methinks I see my cousin's ghost
-Seeking out Romeo, that did spit his body
-Upon a rapier's point: stay, Tybalt, stay!
-Romeo, I come! this do I drink to thee.
-

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SCENE IV. Hall in Capulet's house.

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-Enter LADY CAPULET and Nurse -
- -LADY CAPULET -
-Hold, take these keys, and fetch more spices, nurse.
-
- -Nurse -
-They call for dates and quinces in the pastry.
-

Enter CAPULET

-
- -CAPULET -
-Come, stir, stir, stir! the second cock hath crow'd,
-The curfew-bell hath rung, 'tis three o'clock:
-Look to the baked meats, good Angelica:
-Spare not for the cost.
-
- -Nurse -
-Go, you cot-quean, go,
-Get you to bed; faith, You'll be sick to-morrow
-For this night's watching.
-
- -CAPULET -
-No, not a whit: what! I have watch'd ere now
-All night for lesser cause, and ne'er been sick.
-
- -LADY CAPULET -
-Ay, you have been a mouse-hunt in your time;
-But I will watch you from such watching now.
-

Exeunt LADY CAPULET and Nurse

-
- -CAPULET -
-A jealous hood, a jealous hood!
-

Enter three or four Servingmen, with spits, logs, and baskets

-Now, fellow,
-What's there?
-
- -First Servant -
-Things for the cook, sir; but I know not what.
-
- -CAPULET -
-Make haste, make haste.
-

Exit First Servant

-Sirrah, fetch drier logs:
-Call Peter, he will show thee where they are.
-
- -Second Servant -
-I have a head, sir, that will find out logs,
-And never trouble Peter for the matter.
-

Exit

-
- -CAPULET -
-Mass, and well said; a merry whoreson, ha!
-Thou shalt be logger-head. Good faith, 'tis day:
-The county will be here with music straight,
-For so he said he would: I hear him near.
-

Music within

-Nurse! Wife! What, ho! What, nurse, I say!
-

Re-enter Nurse

-Go waken Juliet, go and trim her up;
-I'll go and chat with Paris: hie, make haste,
-Make haste; the bridegroom he is come already:
-Make haste, I say.
-

Exeunt

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SCENE V. Juliet's chamber.

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-Enter Nurse -
- -Nurse -
-Mistress! what, mistress! Juliet! fast, I warrant her, she:
-Why, lamb! why, lady! fie, you slug-a-bed!
-Why, love, I say! madam! sweet-heart! why, bride!
-What, not a word? you take your pennyworths now;
-Sleep for a week; for the next night, I warrant,
-The County Paris hath set up his rest,
-That you shall rest but little. God forgive me,
-Marry, and amen, how sound is she asleep!
-I must needs wake her. Madam, madam, madam!
-Ay, let the county take you in your bed;
-He'll fright you up, i' faith. Will it not be?
-

Undraws the curtains

-What, dress'd! and in your clothes! and down again!
-I must needs wake you; Lady! lady! lady!
-Alas, alas! Help, help! my lady's dead!
-O, well-a-day, that ever I was born!
-Some aqua vitae, ho! My lord! my lady!
-

Enter LADY CAPULET

-
- -LADY CAPULET -
-What noise is here?
-
- -Nurse -
-O lamentable day!
-
- -LADY CAPULET -
-What is the matter?
-
- -Nurse -
-Look, look! O heavy day!
-
- -LADY CAPULET -
-O me, O me! My child, my only life,
-Revive, look up, or I will die with thee!
-Help, help! Call help.
-

Enter CAPULET

-
- -CAPULET -
-For shame, bring Juliet forth; her lord is come.
-
- -Nurse -
-She's dead, deceased, she's dead; alack the day!
-
- -LADY CAPULET -
-Alack the day, she's dead, she's dead, she's dead!
-
- -CAPULET -
-Ha! let me see her: out, alas! she's cold:
-Her blood is settled, and her joints are stiff;
-Life and these lips have long been separated:
-Death lies on her like an untimely frost
-Upon the sweetest flower of all the field.
-
- -Nurse -
-O lamentable day!
-
- -LADY CAPULET -
- O woful time!
-
- -CAPULET -
-Death, that hath ta'en her hence to make me wail,
-Ties up my tongue, and will not let me speak.
-

Enter FRIAR LAURENCE and PARIS, with Musicians

-
- -FRIAR LAURENCE -
-Come, is the bride ready to go to church?
-
- -CAPULET -
-Ready to go, but never to return.
-O son! the night before thy wedding-day
-Hath Death lain with thy wife. There she lies,
-Flower as she was, deflowered by him.
-Death is my son-in-law, Death is my heir;
-My daughter he hath wedded: I will die,
-And leave him all; life, living, all is Death's.
-
- -PARIS -
-Have I thought long to see this morning's face,
-And doth it give me such a sight as this?
-
- -LADY CAPULET -
-Accursed, unhappy, wretched, hateful day!
-Most miserable hour that e'er time saw
-In lasting labour of his pilgrimage!
-But one, poor one, one poor and loving child,
-But one thing to rejoice and solace in,
-And cruel death hath catch'd it from my sight!
-
- -Nurse -
-O woe! O woful, woful, woful day!
-Most lamentable day, most woful day,
-That ever, ever, I did yet behold!
-O day! O day! O day! O hateful day!
-Never was seen so black a day as this:
-O woful day, O woful day!
-
- -PARIS -
-Beguiled, divorced, wronged, spited, slain!
-Most detestable death, by thee beguil'd,
-By cruel cruel thee quite overthrown!
-O love! O life! not life, but love in death!
-
- -CAPULET -
-Despised, distressed, hated, martyr'd, kill'd!
-Uncomfortable time, why camest thou now
-To murder, murder our solemnity?
-O child! O child! my soul, and not my child!
-Dead art thou! Alack! my child is dead;
-And with my child my joys are buried.
-
- -FRIAR LAURENCE -
-Peace, ho, for shame! confusion's cure lives not
-In these confusions. Heaven and yourself
-Had part in this fair maid; now heaven hath all,
-And all the better is it for the maid:
-Your part in her you could not keep from death,
-But heaven keeps his part in eternal life.
-The most you sought was her promotion;
-For 'twas your heaven she should be advanced:
-And weep ye now, seeing she is advanced
-Above the clouds, as high as heaven itself?
-O, in this love, you love your child so ill,
-That you run mad, seeing that she is well:
-She's not well married that lives married long;
-But she's best married that dies married young.
-Dry up your tears, and stick your rosemary
-On this fair corse; and, as the custom is,
-In all her best array bear her to church:
-For though fond nature bids us an lament,
-Yet nature's tears are reason's merriment.
-
- -CAPULET -
-All things that we ordained festival,
-Turn from their office to black funeral;
-Our instruments to melancholy bells,
-Our wedding cheer to a sad burial feast,
-Our solemn hymns to sullen dirges change,
-Our bridal flowers serve for a buried corse,
-And all things change them to the contrary.
-
- -FRIAR LAURENCE -
-Sir, go you in; and, madam, go with him;
-And go, Sir Paris; every one prepare
-To follow this fair corse unto her grave:
-The heavens do lour upon you for some ill;
-Move them no more by crossing their high will.
-

Exeunt CAPULET, LADY CAPULET, PARIS, and FRIAR LAURENCE

-
- -First Musician -
-Faith, we may put up our pipes, and be gone.
-
- -Nurse -
-Honest goodfellows, ah, put up, put up;
-For, well you know, this is a pitiful case.
-

Exit

-
- -First Musician -
-Ay, by my troth, the case may be amended.
-

Enter PETER

-
- -PETER -
-Musicians, O, musicians, 'Heart's ease, Heart's
-ease:' O, an you will have me live, play 'Heart's ease.'
-
- -First Musician -
-Why 'Heart's ease?'
-
- -PETER -
-O, musicians, because my heart itself plays 'My
-heart is full of woe:' O, play me some merry dump,
-to comfort me.
-
- -First Musician -
-Not a dump we; 'tis no time to play now.
-
- -PETER -
-You will not, then?
-
- -First Musician -
-No.
-
- -PETER -
-I will then give it you soundly.
-
- -First Musician -
-What will you give us?
-
- -PETER -
-No money, on my faith, but the gleek;
-I will give you the minstrel.
-
- -First Musician -
-Then I will give you the serving-creature.
-
- -PETER -
-Then will I lay the serving-creature's dagger on
-your pate. I will carry no crotchets: I'll re you,
-I'll fa you; do you note me?
-
- -First Musician -
-An you re us and fa us, you note us.
-
- -Second Musician -
-Pray you, put up your dagger, and put out your wit.
-
- -PETER -
-Then have at you with my wit! I will dry-beat you
-with an iron wit, and put up my iron dagger. Answer
-me like men:
-'When griping grief the heart doth wound,
-And doleful dumps the mind oppress,
-Then music with her silver sound'--
-why 'silver sound'? why 'music with her silver
-sound'? What say you, Simon Catling?
-
- -Musician -
-Marry, sir, because silver hath a sweet sound.
-
- -PETER -
-Pretty! What say you, Hugh Rebeck?
-
- -Second Musician -
-I say 'silver sound,' because musicians sound for silver.
-
- -PETER -
-Pretty too! What say you, James Soundpost?
-
- -Third Musician -
-Faith, I know not what to say.
-
- -PETER -
-O, I cry you mercy; you are the singer: I will say
-for you. It is 'music with her silver sound,'
-because musicians have no gold for sounding:
-'Then music with her silver sound
-With speedy help doth lend redress.'
-

Exit

-
- -First Musician -
-What a pestilent knave is this same!
-
- -Second Musician -
-Hang him, Jack! Come, we'll in here; tarry for the
-mourners, and stay dinner.
-

Exeunt

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SCENE I. Mantua. A street.

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-Enter ROMEO -
- -ROMEO -
-If I may trust the flattering truth of sleep,
-My dreams presage some joyful news at hand:
-My bosom's lord sits lightly in his throne;
-And all this day an unaccustom'd spirit
-Lifts me above the ground with cheerful thoughts.
-I dreamt my lady came and found me dead--
-Strange dream, that gives a dead man leave
-to think!--
-And breathed such life with kisses in my lips,
-That I revived, and was an emperor.
-Ah me! how sweet is love itself possess'd,
-When but love's shadows are so rich in joy!
-

Enter BALTHASAR, booted

-News from Verona!--How now, Balthasar!
-Dost thou not bring me letters from the friar?
-How doth my lady? Is my father well?
-How fares my Juliet? that I ask again;
-For nothing can be ill, if she be well.
-
- -BALTHASAR -
-Then she is well, and nothing can be ill:
-Her body sleeps in Capel's monument,
-And her immortal part with angels lives.
-I saw her laid low in her kindred's vault,
-And presently took post to tell it you:
-O, pardon me for bringing these ill news,
-Since you did leave it for my office, sir.
-
- -ROMEO -
-Is it even so? then I defy you, stars!
-Thou know'st my lodging: get me ink and paper,
-And hire post-horses; I will hence to-night.
-
- -BALTHASAR -
-I do beseech you, sir, have patience:
-Your looks are pale and wild, and do import
-Some misadventure.
-
- -ROMEO -
- Tush, thou art deceived:
-Leave me, and do the thing I bid thee do.
-Hast thou no letters to me from the friar?
-
- -BALTHASAR -
-No, my good lord.
-
- -ROMEO -
- No matter: get thee gone,
-And hire those horses; I'll be with thee straight.
-

Exit BALTHASAR

-Well, Juliet, I will lie with thee to-night.
-Let's see for means: O mischief, thou art swift
-To enter in the thoughts of desperate men!
-I do remember an apothecary,--
-And hereabouts he dwells,--which late I noted
-In tatter'd weeds, with overwhelming brows,
-Culling of simples; meagre were his looks,
-Sharp misery had worn him to the bones:
-And in his needy shop a tortoise hung,
-An alligator stuff'd, and other skins
-Of ill-shaped fishes; and about his shelves
-A beggarly account of empty boxes,
-Green earthen pots, bladders and musty seeds,
-Remnants of packthread and old cakes of roses,
-Were thinly scatter'd, to make up a show.
-Noting this penury, to myself I said
-'An if a man did need a poison now,
-Whose sale is present death in Mantua,
-Here lives a caitiff wretch would sell it him.'
-O, this same thought did but forerun my need;
-And this same needy man must sell it me.
-As I remember, this should be the house.
-Being holiday, the beggar's shop is shut.
-What, ho! apothecary!
-

Enter Apothecary

-
- -Apothecary -
-Who calls so loud?
-
- -ROMEO -
-Come hither, man. I see that thou art poor:
-Hold, there is forty ducats: let me have
-A dram of poison, such soon-speeding gear
-As will disperse itself through all the veins
-That the life-weary taker may fall dead
-And that the trunk may be discharged of breath
-As violently as hasty powder fired
-Doth hurry from the fatal cannon's womb.
-
- -Apothecary -
-Such mortal drugs I have; but Mantua's law
-Is death to any he that utters them.
-
- -ROMEO -
-Art thou so bare and full of wretchedness,
-And fear'st to die? famine is in thy cheeks,
-Need and oppression starveth in thine eyes,
-Contempt and beggary hangs upon thy back;
-The world is not thy friend nor the world's law;
-The world affords no law to make thee rich;
-Then be not poor, but break it, and take this.
-
- -Apothecary -
-My poverty, but not my will, consents.
-
- -ROMEO -
-I pay thy poverty, and not thy will.
-
- -Apothecary -
-Put this in any liquid thing you will,
-And drink it off; and, if you had the strength
-Of twenty men, it would dispatch you straight.
-
- -ROMEO -
-There is thy gold, worse poison to men's souls,
-Doing more murders in this loathsome world,
-Than these poor compounds that thou mayst not sell.
-I sell thee poison; thou hast sold me none.
-Farewell: buy food, and get thyself in flesh.
-Come, cordial and not poison, go with me
-To Juliet's grave; for there must I use thee.
-

Exeunt

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-Enter FRIAR JOHN -
- -FRIAR JOHN -
-Holy Franciscan friar! brother, ho!
-

Enter FRIAR LAURENCE

-
- -FRIAR LAURENCE -
-This same should be the voice of Friar John.
-Welcome from Mantua: what says Romeo?
-Or, if his mind be writ, give me his letter.
-
- -FRIAR JOHN -
-Going to find a bare-foot brother out
-One of our order, to associate me,
-Here in this city visiting the sick,
-And finding him, the searchers of the town,
-Suspecting that we both were in a house
-Where the infectious pestilence did reign,
-Seal'd up the doors, and would not let us forth;
-So that my speed to Mantua there was stay'd.
-
- -FRIAR LAURENCE -
-Who bare my letter, then, to Romeo?
-
- -FRIAR JOHN -
-I could not send it,--here it is again,--
-Nor get a messenger to bring it thee,
-So fearful were they of infection.
-
- -FRIAR LAURENCE -
-Unhappy fortune! by my brotherhood,
-The letter was not nice but full of charge
-Of dear import, and the neglecting it
-May do much danger. Friar John, go hence;
-Get me an iron crow, and bring it straight
-Unto my cell.
-
- -FRIAR JOHN -
-Brother, I'll go and bring it thee.
-

Exit

-
- -FRIAR LAURENCE -
-Now must I to the monument alone;
-Within three hours will fair Juliet wake:
-She will beshrew me much that Romeo
-Hath had no notice of these accidents;
-But I will write again to Mantua,
-And keep her at my cell till Romeo come;
-Poor living corse, closed in a dead man's tomb!
-

Exit

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-Enter PARIS, and his Page bearing flowers and a torch -
- -PARIS -
-Give me thy torch, boy: hence, and stand aloof:
-Yet put it out, for I would not be seen.
-Under yond yew-trees lay thee all along,
-Holding thine ear close to the hollow ground;
-So shall no foot upon the churchyard tread,
-Being loose, unfirm, with digging up of graves,
-But thou shalt hear it: whistle then to me,
-As signal that thou hear'st something approach.
-Give me those flowers. Do as I bid thee, go.
-
- -PAGE -
-[Aside] I am almost afraid to stand alone
-Here in the churchyard; yet I will adventure.
-

Retires

-
- -PARIS -
-Sweet flower, with flowers thy bridal bed I strew,--
-O woe! thy canopy is dust and stones;--
-Which with sweet water nightly I will dew,
-Or, wanting that, with tears distill'd by moans:
-The obsequies that I for thee will keep
-Nightly shall be to strew thy grave and weep.
-

The Page whistles

-The boy gives warning something doth approach.
-What cursed foot wanders this way to-night,
-To cross my obsequies and true love's rite?
-What with a torch! muffle me, night, awhile.
-

Retires

-

Enter ROMEO and BALTHASAR, with a torch, mattock, & c

-
- -ROMEO -
-Give me that mattock and the wrenching iron.
-Hold, take this letter; early in the morning
-See thou deliver it to my lord and father.
-Give me the light: upon thy life, I charge thee,
-Whate'er thou hear'st or seest, stand all aloof,
-And do not interrupt me in my course.
-Why I descend into this bed of death,
-Is partly to behold my lady's face;
-But chiefly to take thence from her dead finger
-A precious ring, a ring that I must use
-In dear employment: therefore hence, be gone:
-But if thou, jealous, dost return to pry
-In what I further shall intend to do,
-By heaven, I will tear thee joint by joint
-And strew this hungry churchyard with thy limbs:
-The time and my intents are savage-wild,
-More fierce and more inexorable far
-Than empty tigers or the roaring sea.
-
- -BALTHASAR -
-I will be gone, sir, and not trouble you.
-
- -ROMEO -
-So shalt thou show me friendship. Take thou that:
-Live, and be prosperous: and farewell, good fellow.
-
- -BALTHASAR -
-[Aside] For all this same, I'll hide me hereabout:
-His looks I fear, and his intents I doubt.
-

Retires

-
- -ROMEO -
-Thou detestable maw, thou womb of death,
-Gorged with the dearest morsel of the earth,
-Thus I enforce thy rotten jaws to open,
-And, in despite, I'll cram thee with more food!
-

Opens the tomb

-
- -PARIS -
-This is that banish'd haughty Montague,
-That murder'd my love's cousin, with which grief,
-It is supposed, the fair creature died;
-And here is come to do some villanous shame
-To the dead bodies: I will apprehend him.
-

Comes forward

-Stop thy unhallow'd toil, vile Montague!
-Can vengeance be pursued further than death?
-Condemned villain, I do apprehend thee:
-Obey, and go with me; for thou must die.
-
- -ROMEO -
-I must indeed; and therefore came I hither.
-Good gentle youth, tempt not a desperate man;
-Fly hence, and leave me: think upon these gone;
-Let them affright thee. I beseech thee, youth,
-Put not another sin upon my head,
-By urging me to fury: O, be gone!
-By heaven, I love thee better than myself;
-For I come hither arm'd against myself:
-Stay not, be gone; live, and hereafter say,
-A madman's mercy bade thee run away.
-
- -PARIS -
-I do defy thy conjurations,
-And apprehend thee for a felon here.
-
- -ROMEO -
-Wilt thou provoke me? then have at thee, boy!
-

They fight

-
- -PAGE -
-O Lord, they fight! I will go call the watch.
-

Exit

-
- -PARIS -
-O, I am slain!
-

Falls

-If thou be merciful,
-Open the tomb, lay me with Juliet.
-

Dies

-
- -ROMEO -
-In faith, I will. Let me peruse this face.
-Mercutio's kinsman, noble County Paris!
-What said my man, when my betossed soul
-Did not attend him as we rode? I think
-He told me Paris should have married Juliet:
-Said he not so? or did I dream it so?
-Or am I mad, hearing him talk of Juliet,
-To think it was so? O, give me thy hand,
-One writ with me in sour misfortune's book!
-I'll bury thee in a triumphant grave;
-A grave? O no! a lantern, slaughter'd youth,
-For here lies Juliet, and her beauty makes
-This vault a feasting presence full of light.
-Death, lie thou there, by a dead man interr'd.
-

Laying PARIS in the tomb

-How oft when men are at the point of death
-Have they been merry! which their keepers call
-A lightning before death: O, how may I
-Call this a lightning? O my love! my wife!
-Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath,
-Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty:
-Thou art not conquer'd; beauty's ensign yet
-Is crimson in thy lips and in thy cheeks,
-And death's pale flag is not advanced there.
-Tybalt, liest thou there in thy bloody sheet?
-O, what more favour can I do to thee,
-Than with that hand that cut thy youth in twain
-To sunder his that was thine enemy?
-Forgive me, cousin! Ah, dear Juliet,
-Why art thou yet so fair? shall I believe
-That unsubstantial death is amorous,
-And that the lean abhorred monster keeps
-Thee here in dark to be his paramour?
-For fear of that, I still will stay with thee;
-And never from this palace of dim night
-Depart again: here, here will I remain
-With worms that are thy chamber-maids; O, here
-Will I set up my everlasting rest,
-And shake the yoke of inauspicious stars
-From this world-wearied flesh. Eyes, look your last!
-Arms, take your last embrace! and, lips, O you
-The doors of breath, seal with a righteous kiss
-A dateless bargain to engrossing death!
-Come, bitter conduct, come, unsavoury guide!
-Thou desperate pilot, now at once run on
-The dashing rocks thy sea-sick weary bark!
-Here's to my love!
-

Drinks

-O true apothecary!
-Thy drugs are quick. Thus with a kiss I die.
-

Dies

-

Enter, at the other end of the churchyard, FRIAR LAURENCE, with a lantern, crow, and spade

-
- -FRIAR LAURENCE -
-Saint Francis be my speed! how oft to-night
-Have my old feet stumbled at graves! Who's there?
-
- -BALTHASAR -
-Here's one, a friend, and one that knows you well.
-
- -FRIAR LAURENCE -
-Bliss be upon you! Tell me, good my friend,
-What torch is yond, that vainly lends his light
-To grubs and eyeless skulls? as I discern,
-It burneth in the Capel's monument.
-
- -BALTHASAR -
-It doth so, holy sir; and there's my master,
-One that you love.
-
- -FRIAR LAURENCE -
- Who is it?
-
- -BALTHASAR -
-Romeo.
-
- -FRIAR LAURENCE -
-How long hath he been there?
-
- -BALTHASAR -
-Full half an hour.
-
- -FRIAR LAURENCE -
-Go with me to the vault.
-
- -BALTHASAR -
-I dare not, sir
-My master knows not but I am gone hence;
-And fearfully did menace me with death,
-If I did stay to look on his intents.
-
- -FRIAR LAURENCE -
-Stay, then; I'll go alone. Fear comes upon me:
-O, much I fear some ill unlucky thing.
-
- -BALTHASAR -
-As I did sleep under this yew-tree here,
-I dreamt my master and another fought,
-And that my master slew him.
-
- -FRIAR LAURENCE -
-Romeo!
-

Advances

-Alack, alack, what blood is this, which stains
-The stony entrance of this sepulchre?
-What mean these masterless and gory swords
-To lie discolour'd by this place of peace?
-

Enters the tomb

-Romeo! O, pale! Who else? what, Paris too?
-And steep'd in blood? Ah, what an unkind hour
-Is guilty of this lamentable chance!
-The lady stirs.
-

JULIET wakes

-
- -JULIET -
-O comfortable friar! where is my lord?
-I do remember well where I should be,
-And there I am. Where is my Romeo?
-

Noise within

-
- -FRIAR LAURENCE -
-I hear some noise. Lady, come from that nest
-Of death, contagion, and unnatural sleep:
-A greater power than we can contradict
-Hath thwarted our intents. Come, come away.
-Thy husband in thy bosom there lies dead;
-And Paris too. Come, I'll dispose of thee
-Among a sisterhood of holy nuns:
-Stay not to question, for the watch is coming;
-Come, go, good Juliet,
-

Noise again

-I dare no longer stay.
-
- -JULIET -
-Go, get thee hence, for I will not away.
-

Exit FRIAR LAURENCE

-What's here? a cup, closed in my true love's hand?
-Poison, I see, hath been his timeless end:
-O churl! drunk all, and left no friendly drop
-To help me after? I will kiss thy lips;
-Haply some poison yet doth hang on them,
-To make die with a restorative.
-

Kisses him

-Thy lips are warm.
-
- -First Watchman -
-[Within] Lead, boy: which way?
-
- -JULIET -
-Yea, noise? then I'll be brief. O happy dagger!
-

Snatching ROMEO's dagger

-This is thy sheath;
-

Stabs herself

-there rust, and let me die.
-

Falls on ROMEO's body, and dies

-

Enter Watch, with the Page of PARIS

-
- -PAGE -
-This is the place; there, where the torch doth burn.
-
- -First Watchman -
-The ground is bloody; search about the churchyard:
-Go, some of you, whoe'er you find attach.
-Pitiful sight! here lies the county slain,
-And Juliet bleeding, warm, and newly dead,
-Who here hath lain these two days buried.
-Go, tell the prince: run to the Capulets:
-Raise up the Montagues: some others search:
-We see the ground whereon these woes do lie;
-But the true ground of all these piteous woes
-We cannot without circumstance descry.
-

Re-enter some of the Watch, with BALTHASAR

-
- -Second Watchman -
-Here's Romeo's man; we found him in the churchyard.
-
- -First Watchman -
-Hold him in safety, till the prince come hither.
-

Re-enter others of the Watch, with FRIAR LAURENCE

-
- -Third Watchman -
-Here is a friar, that trembles, sighs and weeps:
-We took this mattock and this spade from him,
-As he was coming from this churchyard side.
-
- -First Watchman -
-A great suspicion: stay the friar too.
-

Enter the PRINCE and Attendants

-
- -PRINCE -
-What misadventure is so early up,
-That calls our person from our morning's rest?
-

Enter CAPULET, LADY CAPULET, and others

-
- -CAPULET -
-What should it be, that they so shriek abroad?
-
- -LADY CAPULET -
-The people in the street cry Romeo,
-Some Juliet, and some Paris; and all run,
-With open outcry toward our monument.
-
- -PRINCE -
-What fear is this which startles in our ears?
-
- -First Watchman -
-Sovereign, here lies the County Paris slain;
-And Romeo dead; and Juliet, dead before,
-Warm and new kill'd.
-
- -PRINCE -
-Search, seek, and know how this foul murder comes.
-
- -First Watchman -
-Here is a friar, and slaughter'd Romeo's man;
-With instruments upon them, fit to open
-These dead men's tombs.
-
- -CAPULET -
-O heavens! O wife, look how our daughter bleeds!
-This dagger hath mista'en--for, lo, his house
-Is empty on the back of Montague,--
-And it mis-sheathed in my daughter's bosom!
-
- -LADY CAPULET -
-O me! this sight of death is as a bell,
-That warns my old age to a sepulchre.
-

Enter MONTAGUE and others

-
- -PRINCE -
-Come, Montague; for thou art early up,
-To see thy son and heir more early down.
-
- -MONTAGUE -
-Alas, my liege, my wife is dead to-night;
-Grief of my son's exile hath stopp'd her breath:
-What further woe conspires against mine age?
-
- -PRINCE -
-Look, and thou shalt see.
-
- -MONTAGUE -
-O thou untaught! what manners is in this?
-To press before thy father to a grave?
-
- -PRINCE -
-Seal up the mouth of outrage for a while,
-Till we can clear these ambiguities,
-And know their spring, their head, their
-true descent;
-And then will I be general of your woes,
-And lead you even to death: meantime forbear,
-And let mischance be slave to patience.
-Bring forth the parties of suspicion.
-
- -FRIAR LAURENCE -
-I am the greatest, able to do least,
-Yet most suspected, as the time and place
-Doth make against me of this direful murder;
-And here I stand, both to impeach and purge
-Myself condemned and myself excused.
-
- -PRINCE -
-Then say at once what thou dost know in this.
-
- -FRIAR LAURENCE -
-I will be brief, for my short date of breath
-Is not so long as is a tedious tale.
-Romeo, there dead, was husband to that Juliet;
-And she, there dead, that Romeo's faithful wife:
-I married them; and their stol'n marriage-day
-Was Tybalt's dooms-day, whose untimely death
-Banish'd the new-made bridegroom from the city,
-For whom, and not for Tybalt, Juliet pined.
-You, to remove that siege of grief from her,
-Betroth'd and would have married her perforce
-To County Paris: then comes she to me,
-And, with wild looks, bid me devise some mean
-To rid her from this second marriage,
-Or in my cell there would she kill herself.
-Then gave I her, so tutor'd by my art,
-A sleeping potion; which so took effect
-As I intended, for it wrought on her
-The form of death: meantime I writ to Romeo,
-That he should hither come as this dire night,
-To help to take her from her borrow'd grave,
-Being the time the potion's force should cease.
-But he which bore my letter, Friar John,
-Was stay'd by accident, and yesternight
-Return'd my letter back. Then all alone
-At the prefixed hour of her waking,
-Came I to take her from her kindred's vault;
-Meaning to keep her closely at my cell,
-Till I conveniently could send to Romeo:
-But when I came, some minute ere the time
-Of her awaking, here untimely lay
-The noble Paris and true Romeo dead.
-She wakes; and I entreated her come forth,
-And bear this work of heaven with patience:
-But then a noise did scare me from the tomb;
-And she, too desperate, would not go with me,
-But, as it seems, did violence on herself.
-All this I know; and to the marriage
-Her nurse is privy: and, if aught in this
-Miscarried by my fault, let my old life
-Be sacrificed, some hour before his time,
-Unto the rigour of severest law.
-
- -PRINCE -
-We still have known thee for a holy man.
-Where's Romeo's man? what can he say in this?
-
- -BALTHASAR -
-I brought my master news of Juliet's death;
-And then in post he came from Mantua
-To this same place, to this same monument.
-This letter he early bid me give his father,
-And threatened me with death, going in the vault,
-I departed not and left him there.
-
- -PRINCE -
-Give me the letter; I will look on it.
-Where is the county's page, that raised the watch?
-Sirrah, what made your master in this place?
-
- -PAGE -
-He came with flowers to strew his lady's grave;
-And bid me stand aloof, and so I did:
-Anon comes one with light to ope the tomb;
-And by and by my master drew on him;
-And then I ran away to call the watch.
-
- -PRINCE -
-This letter doth make good the friar's words,
-Their course of love, the tidings of her death:
-And here he writes that he did buy a poison
-Of a poor 'pothecary, and therewithal
-Came to this vault to die, and lie with Juliet.
-Where be these enemies? Capulet! Montague!
-See, what a scourge is laid upon your hate,
-That heaven finds means to kill your joys with love.
-And I for winking at your discords too
-Have lost a brace of kinsmen: all are punish'd.
-
- -CAPULET -
-O brother Montague, give me thy hand:
-This is my daughter's jointure, for no more
-Can I demand.
-
- -MONTAGUE -
- But I can give thee more:
-For I will raise her statue in pure gold;
-That while Verona by that name is known,
-There shall no figure at such rate be set
-As that of true and faithful Juliet.
-
- -CAPULET -
-As rich shall Romeo's by his lady's lie;
-Poor sacrifices of our enmity!
-
- -PRINCE -
-A glooming peace this morning with it brings;
-The sun, for sorrow, will not show his head:
-Go hence, to have more talk of these sad things;
-Some shall be pardon'd, and some punished:
-For never was a story of more woe
-Than this of Juliet and her Romeo.
-

Exeunt

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-Act 1, Prologue: PROLOGUE
-Act 1, Scene 1: Verona. A public place.
-Act 1, Scene 2: A street.
-Act 1, Scene 3: A room in Capulet's house.
-Act 1, Scene 4: A street.
-Act 1, Scene 5: A hall in Capulet's house.
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-Act 2, Prologue: PROLOGUE
-Act 2, Scene 1: A lane by the wall of Capulet's orchard.
-Act 2, Scene 2: Capulet's orchard.
-Act 2, Scene 3: Friar Laurence's cell.
-Act 2, Scene 4: A street.
-Act 2, Scene 5: Capulet's orchard.
-Act 2, Scene 6: Friar Laurence's cell.
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-Act 3, Scene 1: A public place.
-Act 3, Scene 2: Capulet's orchard.
-Act 3, Scene 3: Friar Laurence's cell.
-Act 3, Scene 4: A room in Capulet's house.
-Act 3, Scene 5: Capulet's orchard.
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-Act 4, Scene 1: Friar Laurence's cell.
-Act 4, Scene 2: Hall in Capulet's house.
-Act 4, Scene 3: Juliet's chamber.
-Act 4, Scene 4: Hall in Capulet's house.
-Act 4, Scene 5: Juliet's chamber.
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-Act 5, Scene 1: Mantua. A street.
-Act 5, Scene 2: Friar Laurence's cell.
-Act 5, Scene 3: A churchyard; in it a tomb belonging to the Capulets.
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ACT I

+

PROLOGUE

+
+Two households, both alike in dignity,
+In fair Verona, where we lay our scene,
+From ancient grudge break to new mutiny,
+Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean.
+From forth the fatal loins of these two foes
+A pair of star-cross'd lovers take their life;
+Whose misadventured piteous overthrows
+Do with their death bury their parents' strife.
+The fearful passage of their death-mark'd love,
+And the continuance of their parents' rage,
+Which, but their children's end, nought could remove,
+Is now the two hours' traffic of our stage;
+The which if you with patient ears attend,
+What here shall miss, our toil shall strive to mend.
+
+

SCENE I. Verona. A public place.

+

+Enter SAMPSON and GREGORY, of the house of Capulet, armed with swords and bucklers +
+ +SAMPSON +
+Gregory, o' my word, we'll not carry coals.
+
+ +GREGORY +
+No, for then we should be colliers.
+
+ +SAMPSON +
+I mean, an we be in choler, we'll draw.
+
+ +GREGORY +
+Ay, while you live, draw your neck out o' the collar.
+
+ +SAMPSON +
+I strike quickly, being moved.
+
+ +GREGORY +
+But thou art not quickly moved to strike.
+
+ +SAMPSON +
+A dog of the house of Montague moves me.
+
+ +GREGORY +
+To move is to stir; and to be valiant is to stand:
+therefore, if thou art moved, thou runn'st away.
+
+ +SAMPSON +
+A dog of that house shall move me to stand: I will
+take the wall of any man or maid of Montague's.
+
+ +GREGORY +
+That shows thee a weak slave; for the weakest goes
+to the wall.
+
+ +SAMPSON +
+True; and therefore women, being the weaker vessels,
+are ever thrust to the wall: therefore I will push
+Montague's men from the wall, and thrust his maids
+to the wall.
+
+ +GREGORY +
+The quarrel is between our masters and us their men.
+
+ +SAMPSON +
+'Tis all one, I will show myself a tyrant: when I
+have fought with the men, I will be cruel with the
+maids, and cut off their heads.
+
+ +GREGORY +
+The heads of the maids?
+
+ +SAMPSON +
+Ay, the heads of the maids, or their maidenheads;
+take it in what sense thou wilt.
+
+ +GREGORY +
+They must take it in sense that feel it.
+
+ +SAMPSON +
+Me they shall feel while I am able to stand: and
+'tis known I am a pretty piece of flesh.
+
+ +GREGORY +
+'Tis well thou art not fish; if thou hadst, thou
+hadst been poor John. Draw thy tool! here comes
+two of the house of the Montagues.
+
+ +SAMPSON +
+My naked weapon is out: quarrel, I will back thee.
+
+ +GREGORY +
+How! turn thy back and run?
+
+ +SAMPSON +
+Fear me not.
+
+ +GREGORY +
+No, marry; I fear thee!
+
+ +SAMPSON +
+Let us take the law of our sides; let them begin.
+
+ +GREGORY +
+I will frown as I pass by, and let them take it as
+they list.
+
+ +SAMPSON +
+Nay, as they dare. I will bite my thumb at them;
+which is a disgrace to them, if they bear it.
+

Enter ABRAHAM and BALTHASAR

+
+ +ABRAHAM +
+Do you bite your thumb at us, sir?
+
+ +SAMPSON +
+I do bite my thumb, sir.
+
+ +ABRAHAM +
+Do you bite your thumb at us, sir?
+
+ +SAMPSON +
+[Aside to GREGORY] Is the law of our side, if I say
+ay?
+
+ +GREGORY +
+No.
+
+ +SAMPSON +
+No, sir, I do not bite my thumb at you, sir, but I
+bite my thumb, sir.
+
+ +GREGORY +
+Do you quarrel, sir?
+
+ +ABRAHAM +
+Quarrel sir! no, sir.
+
+ +SAMPSON +
+If you do, sir, I am for you: I serve as good a man as you.
+
+ +ABRAHAM +
+No better.
+
+ +SAMPSON +
+Well, sir.
+
+ +GREGORY +
+Say 'better:' here comes one of my master's kinsmen.
+
+ +SAMPSON +
+Yes, better, sir.
+
+ +ABRAHAM +
+You lie.
+
+ +SAMPSON +
+Draw, if you be men. Gregory, remember thy swashing blow.
+

They fight

+

Enter BENVOLIO

+
+ +BENVOLIO +
+Part, fools!
+Put up your swords; you know not what you do.
+

Beats down their swords

+

Enter TYBALT

+
+ +TYBALT +
+What, art thou drawn among these heartless hinds?
+Turn thee, Benvolio, look upon thy death.
+
+ +BENVOLIO +
+I do but keep the peace: put up thy sword,
+Or manage it to part these men with me.
+
+ +TYBALT +
+What, drawn, and talk of peace! I hate the word,
+As I hate hell, all Montagues, and thee:
+Have at thee, coward!
+

They fight

+

Enter, several of both houses, who join the fray; then enter Citizens, with clubs

+
+ +First Citizen +
+Clubs, bills, and partisans! strike! beat them down!
+Down with the Capulets! down with the Montagues!
+

Enter CAPULET in his gown, and LADY CAPULET

+
+ +CAPULET +
+What noise is this? Give me my long sword, ho!
+
+ +LADY CAPULET +
+A crutch, a crutch! why call you for a sword?
+
+ +CAPULET +
+My sword, I say! Old Montague is come,
+And flourishes his blade in spite of me.
+

Enter MONTAGUE and LADY MONTAGUE

+
+ +MONTAGUE +
+Thou villain Capulet,--Hold me not, let me go.
+
+ +LADY MONTAGUE +
+Thou shalt not stir a foot to seek a foe.
+

Enter PRINCE, with Attendants

+
+ +PRINCE +
+Rebellious subjects, enemies to peace,
+Profaners of this neighbour-stained steel,--
+Will they not hear? What, ho! you men, you beasts,
+That quench the fire of your pernicious rage
+With purple fountains issuing from your veins,
+On pain of torture, from those bloody hands
+Throw your mistemper'd weapons to the ground,
+And hear the sentence of your moved prince.
+Three civil brawls, bred of an airy word,
+By thee, old Capulet, and Montague,
+Have thrice disturb'd the quiet of our streets,
+And made Verona's ancient citizens
+Cast by their grave beseeming ornaments,
+To wield old partisans, in hands as old,
+Canker'd with peace, to part your canker'd hate:
+If ever you disturb our streets again,
+Your lives shall pay the forfeit of the peace.
+For this time, all the rest depart away:
+You Capulet; shall go along with me:
+And, Montague, come you this afternoon,
+To know our further pleasure in this case,
+To old Free-town, our common judgment-place.
+Once more, on pain of death, all men depart.
+

Exeunt all but MONTAGUE, LADY MONTAGUE, and BENVOLIO

+
+ +MONTAGUE +
+Who set this ancient quarrel new abroach?
+Speak, nephew, were you by when it began?
+
+ +BENVOLIO +
+Here were the servants of your adversary,
+And yours, close fighting ere I did approach:
+I drew to part them: in the instant came
+The fiery Tybalt, with his sword prepared,
+Which, as he breathed defiance to my ears,
+He swung about his head and cut the winds,
+Who nothing hurt withal hiss'd him in scorn:
+While we were interchanging thrusts and blows,
+Came more and more and fought on part and part,
+Till the prince came, who parted either part.
+
+ +LADY MONTAGUE +
+O, where is Romeo? saw you him to-day?
+Right glad I am he was not at this fray.
+
+ +BENVOLIO +
+Madam, an hour before the worshipp'd sun
+Peer'd forth the golden window of the east,
+A troubled mind drave me to walk abroad;
+Where, underneath the grove of sycamore
+That westward rooteth from the city's side,
+So early walking did I see your son:
+Towards him I made, but he was ware of me
+And stole into the covert of the wood:
+I, measuring his affections by my own,
+That most are busied when they're most alone,
+Pursued my humour not pursuing his,
+And gladly shunn'd who gladly fled from me.
+
+ +MONTAGUE +
+Many a morning hath he there been seen,
+With tears augmenting the fresh morning dew.
+Adding to clouds more clouds with his deep sighs;
+But all so soon as the all-cheering sun
+Should in the furthest east begin to draw
+The shady curtains from Aurora's bed,
+Away from the light steals home my heavy son,
+And private in his chamber pens himself,
+Shuts up his windows, locks far daylight out
+And makes himself an artificial night:
+Black and portentous must this humour prove,
+Unless good counsel may the cause remove.
+
+ +BENVOLIO +
+My noble uncle, do you know the cause?
+
+ +MONTAGUE +
+I neither know it nor can learn of him.
+
+ +BENVOLIO +
+Have you importuned him by any means?
+
+ +MONTAGUE +
+Both by myself and many other friends:
+But he, his own affections' counsellor,
+Is to himself--I will not say how true--
+But to himself so secret and so close,
+So far from sounding and discovery,
+As is the bud bit with an envious worm,
+Ere he can spread his sweet leaves to the air,
+Or dedicate his beauty to the sun.
+Could we but learn from whence his sorrows grow.
+We would as willingly give cure as know.
+

Enter ROMEO

+
+ +BENVOLIO +
+See, where he comes: so please you, step aside;
+I'll know his grievance, or be much denied.
+
+ +MONTAGUE +
+I would thou wert so happy by thy stay,
+To hear true shrift. Come, madam, let's away.
+

Exeunt MONTAGUE and LADY MONTAGUE

+
+ +BENVOLIO +
+Good-morrow, cousin.
+
+ +ROMEO +
+Is the day so young?
+
+ +BENVOLIO +
+But new struck nine.
+
+ +ROMEO +
+Ay me! sad hours seem long.
+Was that my father that went hence so fast?
+
+ +BENVOLIO +
+It was. What sadness lengthens Romeo's hours?
+
+ +ROMEO +
+Not having that, which, having, makes them short.
+
+ +BENVOLIO +
+In love?
+
+ +ROMEO +
+Out--
+
+ +BENVOLIO +
+Of love?
+
+ +ROMEO +
+Out of her favour, where I am in love.
+
+ +BENVOLIO +
+Alas, that love, so gentle in his view,
+Should be so tyrannous and rough in proof!
+
+ +ROMEO +
+Alas, that love, whose view is muffled still,
+Should, without eyes, see pathways to his will!
+Where shall we dine? O me! What fray was here?
+Yet tell me not, for I have heard it all.
+Here's much to do with hate, but more with love.
+Why, then, O brawling love! O loving hate!
+O any thing, of nothing first create!
+O heavy lightness! serious vanity!
+Mis-shapen chaos of well-seeming forms!
+Feather of lead, bright smoke, cold fire,
+sick health!
+Still-waking sleep, that is not what it is!
+This love feel I, that feel no love in this.
+Dost thou not laugh?
+
+ +BENVOLIO +
+No, coz, I rather weep.
+
+ +ROMEO +
+Good heart, at what?
+
+ +BENVOLIO +
+At thy good heart's oppression.
+
+ +ROMEO +
+Why, such is love's transgression.
+Griefs of mine own lie heavy in my breast,
+Which thou wilt propagate, to have it prest
+With more of thine: this love that thou hast shown
+Doth add more grief to too much of mine own.
+Love is a smoke raised with the fume of sighs;
+Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes;
+Being vex'd a sea nourish'd with lovers' tears:
+What is it else? a madness most discreet,
+A choking gall and a preserving sweet.
+Farewell, my coz.
+
+ +BENVOLIO +
+ Soft! I will go along;
+An if you leave me so, you do me wrong.
+
+ +ROMEO +
+Tut, I have lost myself; I am not here;
+This is not Romeo, he's some other where.
+
+ +BENVOLIO +
+Tell me in sadness, who is that you love.
+
+ +ROMEO +
+What, shall I groan and tell thee?
+
+ +BENVOLIO +
+Groan! why, no.
+But sadly tell me who.
+
+ +ROMEO +
+Bid a sick man in sadness make his will:
+Ah, word ill urged to one that is so ill!
+In sadness, cousin, I do love a woman.
+
+ +BENVOLIO +
+I aim'd so near, when I supposed you loved.
+
+ +ROMEO +
+A right good mark-man! And she's fair I love.
+
+ +BENVOLIO +
+A right fair mark, fair coz, is soonest hit.
+
+ +ROMEO +
+Well, in that hit you miss: she'll not be hit
+With Cupid's arrow; she hath Dian's wit;
+And, in strong proof of chastity well arm'd,
+From love's weak childish bow she lives unharm'd.
+She will not stay the siege of loving terms,
+Nor bide the encounter of assailing eyes,
+Nor ope her lap to saint-seducing gold:
+O, she is rich in beauty, only poor,
+That when she dies with beauty dies her store.
+
+ +BENVOLIO +
+Then she hath sworn that she will still live chaste?
+
+ +ROMEO +
+She hath, and in that sparing makes huge waste,
+For beauty starved with her severity
+Cuts beauty off from all posterity.
+She is too fair, too wise, wisely too fair,
+To merit bliss by making me despair:
+She hath forsworn to love, and in that vow
+Do I live dead that live to tell it now.
+
+ +BENVOLIO +
+Be ruled by me, forget to think of her.
+
+ +ROMEO +
+O, teach me how I should forget to think.
+
+ +BENVOLIO +
+By giving liberty unto thine eyes;
+Examine other beauties.
+
+ +ROMEO +
+'Tis the way
+To call hers exquisite, in question more:
+These happy masks that kiss fair ladies' brows
+Being black put us in mind they hide the fair;
+He that is strucken blind cannot forget
+The precious treasure of his eyesight lost:
+Show me a mistress that is passing fair,
+What doth her beauty serve, but as a note
+Where I may read who pass'd that passing fair?
+Farewell: thou canst not teach me to forget.
+
+ +BENVOLIO +
+I'll pay that doctrine, or else die in debt.
+

Exeunt

+
+

SCENE II. A street.

+

+Enter CAPULET, PARIS, and Servant +
+ +CAPULET +
+But Montague is bound as well as I,
+In penalty alike; and 'tis not hard, I think,
+For men so old as we to keep the peace.
+
+ +PARIS +
+Of honourable reckoning are you both;
+And pity 'tis you lived at odds so long.
+But now, my lord, what say you to my suit?
+
+ +CAPULET +
+But saying o'er what I have said before:
+My child is yet a stranger in the world;
+She hath not seen the change of fourteen years,
+Let two more summers wither in their pride,
+Ere we may think her ripe to be a bride.
+
+ +PARIS +
+Younger than she are happy mothers made.
+
+ +CAPULET +
+And too soon marr'd are those so early made.
+The earth hath swallow'd all my hopes but she,
+She is the hopeful lady of my earth:
+But woo her, gentle Paris, get her heart,
+My will to her consent is but a part;
+An she agree, within her scope of choice
+Lies my consent and fair according voice.
+This night I hold an old accustom'd feast,
+Whereto I have invited many a guest,
+Such as I love; and you, among the store,
+One more, most welcome, makes my number more.
+At my poor house look to behold this night
+Earth-treading stars that make dark heaven light:
+Such comfort as do lusty young men feel
+When well-apparell'd April on the heel
+Of limping winter treads, even such delight
+Among fresh female buds shall you this night
+Inherit at my house; hear all, all see,
+And like her most whose merit most shall be:
+Which on more view, of many mine being one
+May stand in number, though in reckoning none,
+Come, go with me.
+

To Servant, giving a paper

+Go, sirrah, trudge about
+Through fair Verona; find those persons out
+Whose names are written there, and to them say,
+My house and welcome on their pleasure stay.
+

Exeunt CAPULET and PARIS

+
+ +Servant +
+Find them out whose names are written here! It is
+written, that the shoemaker should meddle with his
+yard, and the tailor with his last, the fisher with
+his pencil, and the painter with his nets; but I am
+sent to find those persons whose names are here
+writ, and can never find what names the writing
+person hath here writ. I must to the learned.--In good time.
+

Enter BENVOLIO and ROMEO

+
+ +BENVOLIO +
+Tut, man, one fire burns out another's burning,
+One pain is lessen'd by another's anguish;
+Turn giddy, and be holp by backward turning;
+One desperate grief cures with another's languish:
+Take thou some new infection to thy eye,
+And the rank poison of the old will die.
+
+ +ROMEO +
+Your plaintain-leaf is excellent for that.
+
+ +BENVOLIO +
+For what, I pray thee?
+
+ +ROMEO +
+For your broken shin.
+
+ +BENVOLIO +
+Why, Romeo, art thou mad?
+
+ +ROMEO +
+Not mad, but bound more than a mad-man is;
+Shut up in prison, kept without my food,
+Whipp'd and tormented and--God-den, good fellow.
+
+ +Servant +
+God gi' god-den. I pray, sir, can you read?
+
+ +ROMEO +
+Ay, mine own fortune in my misery.
+
+ +Servant +
+Perhaps you have learned it without book: but, I
+pray, can you read any thing you see?
+
+ +ROMEO +
+Ay, if I know the letters and the language.
+
+ +Servant +
+Ye say honestly: rest you merry!
+
+ +ROMEO +
+Stay, fellow; I can read.
+

Reads

+'Signior Martino and his wife and daughters;
+County Anselme and his beauteous sisters; the lady
+widow of Vitravio; Signior Placentio and his lovely
+nieces; Mercutio and his brother Valentine; mine
+uncle Capulet, his wife and daughters; my fair niece
+Rosaline; Livia; Signior Valentio and his cousin
+Tybalt, Lucio and the lively Helena.' A fair
+assembly: whither should they come?
+
+ +Servant +
+Up.
+
+ +ROMEO +
+Whither?
+
+ +Servant +
+To supper; to our house.
+
+ +ROMEO +
+Whose house?
+
+ +Servant +
+My master's.
+
+ +ROMEO +
+Indeed, I should have ask'd you that before.
+
+ +Servant +
+Now I'll tell you without asking: my master is the
+great rich Capulet; and if you be not of the house
+of Montagues, I pray, come and crush a cup of wine.
+Rest you merry!
+

Exit

+
+ +BENVOLIO +
+At this same ancient feast of Capulet's
+Sups the fair Rosaline whom thou so lovest,
+With all the admired beauties of Verona:
+Go thither; and, with unattainted eye,
+Compare her face with some that I shall show,
+And I will make thee think thy swan a crow.
+
+ +ROMEO +
+When the devout religion of mine eye
+Maintains such falsehood, then turn tears to fires;
+And these, who often drown'd could never die,
+Transparent heretics, be burnt for liars!
+One fairer than my love! the all-seeing sun
+Ne'er saw her match since first the world begun.
+
+ +BENVOLIO +
+Tut, you saw her fair, none else being by,
+Herself poised with herself in either eye:
+But in that crystal scales let there be weigh'd
+Your lady's love against some other maid
+That I will show you shining at this feast,
+And she shall scant show well that now shows best.
+
+ +ROMEO +
+I'll go along, no such sight to be shown,
+But to rejoice in splendor of mine own.
+

Exeunt

+
+

SCENE III. A room in Capulet's house.

+

+Enter LADY CAPULET and Nurse +
+ +LADY CAPULET +
+Nurse, where's my daughter? call her forth to me.
+
+ +Nurse +
+Now, by my maidenhead, at twelve year old,
+I bade her come. What, lamb! what, ladybird!
+God forbid! Where's this girl? What, Juliet!
+

Enter JULIET

+
+ +JULIET +
+How now! who calls?
+
+ +Nurse +
+Your mother.
+
+ +JULIET +
+Madam, I am here.
+What is your will?
+
+ +LADY CAPULET +
+This is the matter:--Nurse, give leave awhile,
+We must talk in secret:--nurse, come back again;
+I have remember'd me, thou's hear our counsel.
+Thou know'st my daughter's of a pretty age.
+
+ +Nurse +
+Faith, I can tell her age unto an hour.
+
+ +LADY CAPULET +
+She's not fourteen.
+
+ +Nurse +
+I'll lay fourteen of my teeth,--
+And yet, to my teeth be it spoken, I have but four--
+She is not fourteen. How long is it now
+To Lammas-tide?
+
+ +LADY CAPULET +
+ A fortnight and odd days.
+
+ +Nurse +
+Even or odd, of all days in the year,
+Come Lammas-eve at night shall she be fourteen.
+Susan and she--God rest all Christian souls!--
+Were of an age: well, Susan is with God;
+She was too good for me: but, as I said,
+On Lammas-eve at night shall she be fourteen;
+That shall she, marry; I remember it well.
+'Tis since the earthquake now eleven years;
+And she was wean'd,--I never shall forget it,--
+Of all the days of the year, upon that day:
+For I had then laid wormwood to my dug,
+Sitting in the sun under the dove-house wall;
+My lord and you were then at Mantua:--
+Nay, I do bear a brain:--but, as I said,
+When it did taste the wormwood on the nipple
+Of my dug and felt it bitter, pretty fool,
+To see it tetchy and fall out with the dug!
+Shake quoth the dove-house: 'twas no need, I trow,
+To bid me trudge:
+And since that time it is eleven years;
+For then she could stand alone; nay, by the rood,
+She could have run and waddled all about;
+For even the day before, she broke her brow:
+And then my husband--God be with his soul!
+A' was a merry man--took up the child:
+'Yea,' quoth he, 'dost thou fall upon thy face?
+Thou wilt fall backward when thou hast more wit;
+Wilt thou not, Jule?' and, by my holidame,
+The pretty wretch left crying and said 'Ay.'
+To see, now, how a jest shall come about!
+I warrant, an I should live a thousand years,
+I never should forget it: 'Wilt thou not, Jule?' quoth he;
+And, pretty fool, it stinted and said 'Ay.'
+
+ +LADY CAPULET +
+Enough of this; I pray thee, hold thy peace.
+
+ +Nurse +
+Yes, madam: yet I cannot choose but laugh,
+To think it should leave crying and say 'Ay.'
+And yet, I warrant, it had upon its brow
+A bump as big as a young cockerel's stone;
+A parlous knock; and it cried bitterly:
+'Yea,' quoth my husband,'fall'st upon thy face?
+Thou wilt fall backward when thou comest to age;
+Wilt thou not, Jule?' it stinted and said 'Ay.'
+
+ +JULIET +
+And stint thou too, I pray thee, nurse, say I.
+
+ +Nurse +
+Peace, I have done. God mark thee to his grace!
+Thou wast the prettiest babe that e'er I nursed:
+An I might live to see thee married once,
+I have my wish.
+
+ +LADY CAPULET +
+Marry, that 'marry' is the very theme
+I came to talk of. Tell me, daughter Juliet,
+How stands your disposition to be married?
+
+ +JULIET +
+It is an honour that I dream not of.
+
+ +Nurse +
+An honour! were not I thine only nurse,
+I would say thou hadst suck'd wisdom from thy teat.
+
+ +LADY CAPULET +
+Well, think of marriage now; younger than you,
+Here in Verona, ladies of esteem,
+Are made already mothers: by my count,
+I was your mother much upon these years
+That you are now a maid. Thus then in brief:
+The valiant Paris seeks you for his love.
+
+ +Nurse +
+A man, young lady! lady, such a man
+As all the world--why, he's a man of wax.
+
+ +LADY CAPULET +
+Verona's summer hath not such a flower.
+
+ +Nurse +
+Nay, he's a flower; in faith, a very flower.
+
+ +LADY CAPULET +
+What say you? can you love the gentleman?
+This night you shall behold him at our feast;
+Read o'er the volume of young Paris' face,
+And find delight writ there with beauty's pen;
+Examine every married lineament,
+And see how one another lends content
+And what obscured in this fair volume lies
+Find written in the margent of his eyes.
+This precious book of love, this unbound lover,
+To beautify him, only lacks a cover:
+The fish lives in the sea, and 'tis much pride
+For fair without the fair within to hide:
+That book in many's eyes doth share the glory,
+That in gold clasps locks in the golden story;
+So shall you share all that he doth possess,
+By having him, making yourself no less.
+
+ +Nurse +
+No less! nay, bigger; women grow by men.
+
+ +LADY CAPULET +
+Speak briefly, can you like of Paris' love?
+
+ +JULIET +
+I'll look to like, if looking liking move:
+But no more deep will I endart mine eye
+Than your consent gives strength to make it fly.
+

Enter a Servant

+
+ +Servant +
+Madam, the guests are come, supper served up, you
+called, my young lady asked for, the nurse cursed in
+the pantry, and every thing in extremity. I must
+hence to wait; I beseech you, follow straight.
+
+ +LADY CAPULET +
+We follow thee.
+

Exit Servant

+Juliet, the county stays.
+
+ +Nurse +
+Go, girl, seek happy nights to happy days.
+

Exeunt

+
+

SCENE IV. A street.

+

+Enter ROMEO, MERCUTIO, BENVOLIO, with five or six Maskers, Torch-bearers, and others +
+ +ROMEO +
+What, shall this speech be spoke for our excuse?
+Or shall we on without a apology?
+
+ +BENVOLIO +
+The date is out of such prolixity:
+We'll have no Cupid hoodwink'd with a scarf,
+Bearing a Tartar's painted bow of lath,
+Scaring the ladies like a crow-keeper;
+Nor no without-book prologue, faintly spoke
+After the prompter, for our entrance:
+But let them measure us by what they will;
+We'll measure them a measure, and be gone.
+
+ +ROMEO +
+Give me a torch: I am not for this ambling;
+Being but heavy, I will bear the light.
+
+ +MERCUTIO +
+Nay, gentle Romeo, we must have you dance.
+
+ +ROMEO +
+Not I, believe me: you have dancing shoes
+With nimble soles: I have a soul of lead
+So stakes me to the ground I cannot move.
+
+ +MERCUTIO +
+You are a lover; borrow Cupid's wings,
+And soar with them above a common bound.
+
+ +ROMEO +
+I am too sore enpierced with his shaft
+To soar with his light feathers, and so bound,
+I cannot bound a pitch above dull woe:
+Under love's heavy burden do I sink.
+
+ +MERCUTIO +
+And, to sink in it, should you burden love;
+Too great oppression for a tender thing.
+
+ +ROMEO +
+Is love a tender thing? it is too rough,
+Too rude, too boisterous, and it pricks like thorn.
+
+ +MERCUTIO +
+If love be rough with you, be rough with love;
+Prick love for pricking, and you beat love down.
+Give me a case to put my visage in:
+A visor for a visor! what care I
+What curious eye doth quote deformities?
+Here are the beetle brows shall blush for me.
+
+ +BENVOLIO +
+Come, knock and enter; and no sooner in,
+But every man betake him to his legs.
+
+ +ROMEO +
+A torch for me: let wantons light of heart
+Tickle the senseless rushes with their heels,
+For I am proverb'd with a grandsire phrase;
+I'll be a candle-holder, and look on.
+The game was ne'er so fair, and I am done.
+
+ +MERCUTIO +
+Tut, dun's the mouse, the constable's own word:
+If thou art dun, we'll draw thee from the mire
+Of this sir-reverence love, wherein thou stick'st
+Up to the ears. Come, we burn daylight, ho!
+
+ +ROMEO +
+Nay, that's not so.
+
+ +MERCUTIO +
+I mean, sir, in delay
+We waste our lights in vain, like lamps by day.
+Take our good meaning, for our judgment sits
+Five times in that ere once in our five wits.
+
+ +ROMEO +
+And we mean well in going to this mask;
+But 'tis no wit to go.
+
+ +MERCUTIO +
+Why, may one ask?
+
+ +ROMEO +
+I dream'd a dream to-night.
+
+ +MERCUTIO +
+And so did I.
+
+ +ROMEO +
+Well, what was yours?
+
+ +MERCUTIO +
+That dreamers often lie.
+
+ +ROMEO +
+In bed asleep, while they do dream things true.
+
+ +MERCUTIO +
+O, then, I see Queen Mab hath been with you.
+She is the fairies' midwife, and she comes
+In shape no bigger than an agate-stone
+On the fore-finger of an alderman,
+Drawn with a team of little atomies
+Athwart men's noses as they lie asleep;
+Her wagon-spokes made of long spiders' legs,
+The cover of the wings of grasshoppers,
+The traces of the smallest spider's web,
+The collars of the moonshine's watery beams,
+Her whip of cricket's bone, the lash of film,
+Her wagoner a small grey-coated gnat,
+Not so big as a round little worm
+Prick'd from the lazy finger of a maid;
+Her chariot is an empty hazel-nut
+Made by the joiner squirrel or old grub,
+Time out o' mind the fairies' coachmakers.
+And in this state she gallops night by night
+Through lovers' brains, and then they dream of love;
+O'er courtiers' knees, that dream on court'sies straight,
+O'er lawyers' fingers, who straight dream on fees,
+O'er ladies ' lips, who straight on kisses dream,
+Which oft the angry Mab with blisters plagues,
+Because their breaths with sweetmeats tainted are:
+Sometime she gallops o'er a courtier's nose,
+And then dreams he of smelling out a suit;
+And sometime comes she with a tithe-pig's tail
+Tickling a parson's nose as a' lies asleep,
+Then dreams, he of another benefice:
+Sometime she driveth o'er a soldier's neck,
+And then dreams he of cutting foreign throats,
+Of breaches, ambuscadoes, Spanish blades,
+Of healths five-fathom deep; and then anon
+Drums in his ear, at which he starts and wakes,
+And being thus frighted swears a prayer or two
+And sleeps again. This is that very Mab
+That plats the manes of horses in the night,
+And bakes the elflocks in foul sluttish hairs,
+Which once untangled, much misfortune bodes:
+This is the hag, when maids lie on their backs,
+That presses them and learns them first to bear,
+Making them women of good carriage:
+This is she--
+
+ +ROMEO +
+ Peace, peace, Mercutio, peace!
+Thou talk'st of nothing.
+
+ +MERCUTIO +
+True, I talk of dreams,
+Which are the children of an idle brain,
+Begot of nothing but vain fantasy,
+Which is as thin of substance as the air
+And more inconstant than the wind, who wooes
+Even now the frozen bosom of the north,
+And, being anger'd, puffs away from thence,
+Turning his face to the dew-dropping south.
+
+ +BENVOLIO +
+This wind, you talk of, blows us from ourselves;
+Supper is done, and we shall come too late.
+
+ +ROMEO +
+I fear, too early: for my mind misgives
+Some consequence yet hanging in the stars
+Shall bitterly begin his fearful date
+With this night's revels and expire the term
+Of a despised life closed in my breast
+By some vile forfeit of untimely death.
+But He, that hath the steerage of my course,
+Direct my sail! On, lusty gentlemen.
+
+ +BENVOLIO +
+Strike, drum.
+

Exeunt

+
+

SCENE V. A hall in Capulet's house.

+

+Musicians waiting. Enter Servingmen with napkins +
+ +First Servant +
+Where's Potpan, that he helps not to take away? He
+shift a trencher? he scrape a trencher!
+
+ +Second Servant +
+When good manners shall lie all in one or two men's
+hands and they unwashed too, 'tis a foul thing.
+
+ +First Servant +
+Away with the joint-stools, remove the
+court-cupboard, look to the plate. Good thou, save
+me a piece of marchpane; and, as thou lovest me, let
+the porter let in Susan Grindstone and Nell.
+Antony, and Potpan!
+
+ +Second Servant +
+Ay, boy, ready.
+
+ +First Servant +
+You are looked for and called for, asked for and
+sought for, in the great chamber.
+
+ +Second Servant +
+We cannot be here and there too. Cheerly, boys; be
+brisk awhile, and the longer liver take all.
+

Enter CAPULET, with JULIET and others of his house, meeting the Guests and Maskers

+
+ +CAPULET +
+Welcome, gentlemen! ladies that have their toes
+Unplagued with corns will have a bout with you.
+Ah ha, my mistresses! which of you all
+Will now deny to dance? she that makes dainty,
+She, I'll swear, hath corns; am I come near ye now?
+Welcome, gentlemen! I have seen the day
+That I have worn a visor and could tell
+A whispering tale in a fair lady's ear,
+Such as would please: 'tis gone, 'tis gone, 'tis gone:
+You are welcome, gentlemen! come, musicians, play.
+A hall, a hall! give room! and foot it, girls.
+

Music plays, and they dance

+More light, you knaves; and turn the tables up,
+And quench the fire, the room is grown too hot.
+Ah, sirrah, this unlook'd-for sport comes well.
+Nay, sit, nay, sit, good cousin Capulet;
+For you and I are past our dancing days:
+How long is't now since last yourself and I
+Were in a mask?
+
+ +Second Capulet +
+ By'r lady, thirty years.
+
+ +CAPULET +
+What, man! 'tis not so much, 'tis not so much:
+'Tis since the nuptials of Lucentio,
+Come pentecost as quickly as it will,
+Some five and twenty years; and then we mask'd.
+
+ +Second Capulet +
+'Tis more, 'tis more, his son is elder, sir;
+His son is thirty.
+
+ +CAPULET +
+ Will you tell me that?
+His son was but a ward two years ago.
+
+ +ROMEO +
+[To a Servingman] What lady is that, which doth
+enrich the hand
+Of yonder knight?
+
+ +Servant +
+I know not, sir.
+
+ +ROMEO +
+O, she doth teach the torches to burn bright!
+It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night
+Like a rich jewel in an Ethiope's ear;
+Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear!
+So shows a snowy dove trooping with crows,
+As yonder lady o'er her fellows shows.
+The measure done, I'll watch her place of stand,
+And, touching hers, make blessed my rude hand.
+Did my heart love till now? forswear it, sight!
+For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night.
+
+ +TYBALT +
+This, by his voice, should be a Montague.
+Fetch me my rapier, boy. What dares the slave
+Come hither, cover'd with an antic face,
+To fleer and scorn at our solemnity?
+Now, by the stock and honour of my kin,
+To strike him dead, I hold it not a sin.
+
+ +CAPULET +
+Why, how now, kinsman! wherefore storm you so?
+
+ +TYBALT +
+Uncle, this is a Montague, our foe,
+A villain that is hither come in spite,
+To scorn at our solemnity this night.
+
+ +CAPULET +
+Young Romeo is it?
+
+ +TYBALT +
+'Tis he, that villain Romeo.
+
+ +CAPULET +
+Content thee, gentle coz, let him alone;
+He bears him like a portly gentleman;
+And, to say truth, Verona brags of him
+To be a virtuous and well-govern'd youth:
+I would not for the wealth of all the town
+Here in my house do him disparagement:
+Therefore be patient, take no note of him:
+It is my will, the which if thou respect,
+Show a fair presence and put off these frowns,
+And ill-beseeming semblance for a feast.
+
+ +TYBALT +
+It fits, when such a villain is a guest:
+I'll not endure him.
+
+ +CAPULET +
+He shall be endured:
+What, goodman boy! I say, he shall: go to;
+Am I the master here, or you? go to.
+You'll not endure him! God shall mend my soul!
+You'll make a mutiny among my guests!
+You will set cock-a-hoop! you'll be the man!
+
+ +TYBALT +
+Why, uncle, 'tis a shame.
+
+ +CAPULET +
+Go to, go to;
+You are a saucy boy: is't so, indeed?
+This trick may chance to scathe you, I know what:
+You must contrary me! marry, 'tis time.
+Well said, my hearts! You are a princox; go:
+Be quiet, or--More light, more light! For shame!
+I'll make you quiet. What, cheerly, my hearts!
+
+ +TYBALT +
+Patience perforce with wilful choler meeting
+Makes my flesh tremble in their different greeting.
+I will withdraw: but this intrusion shall
+Now seeming sweet convert to bitter gall.
+

Exit

+
+ +ROMEO +
+[To JULIET] If I profane with my unworthiest hand
+This holy shrine, the gentle fine is this:
+My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand
+To smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss.
+
+ +JULIET +
+Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much,
+Which mannerly devotion shows in this;
+For saints have hands that pilgrims' hands do touch,
+And palm to palm is holy palmers' kiss.
+
+ +ROMEO +
+Have not saints lips, and holy palmers too?
+
+ +JULIET +
+Ay, pilgrim, lips that they must use in prayer.
+
+ +ROMEO +
+O, then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do;
+They pray, grant thou, lest faith turn to despair.
+
+ +JULIET +
+Saints do not move, though grant for prayers' sake.
+
+ +ROMEO +
+Then move not, while my prayer's effect I take.
+Thus from my lips, by yours, my sin is purged.
+
+ +JULIET +
+Then have my lips the sin that they have took.
+
+ +ROMEO +
+Sin from thy lips? O trespass sweetly urged!
+Give me my sin again.
+
+ +JULIET +
+You kiss by the book.
+
+ +Nurse +
+Madam, your mother craves a word with you.
+
+ +ROMEO +
+What is her mother?
+
+ +Nurse +
+Marry, bachelor,
+Her mother is the lady of the house,
+And a good lady, and a wise and virtuous
+I nursed her daughter, that you talk'd withal;
+I tell you, he that can lay hold of her
+Shall have the chinks.
+
+ +ROMEO +
+Is she a Capulet?
+O dear account! my life is my foe's debt.
+
+ +BENVOLIO +
+Away, begone; the sport is at the best.
+
+ +ROMEO +
+Ay, so I fear; the more is my unrest.
+
+ +CAPULET +
+Nay, gentlemen, prepare not to be gone;
+We have a trifling foolish banquet towards.
+Is it e'en so? why, then, I thank you all
+I thank you, honest gentlemen; good night.
+More torches here! Come on then, let's to bed.
+Ah, sirrah, by my fay, it waxes late:
+I'll to my rest.
+

Exeunt all but JULIET and Nurse

+
+ +JULIET +
+Come hither, nurse. What is yond gentleman?
+
+ +Nurse +
+The son and heir of old Tiberio.
+
+ +JULIET +
+What's he that now is going out of door?
+
+ +Nurse +
+Marry, that, I think, be young Petrucio.
+
+ +JULIET +
+What's he that follows there, that would not dance?
+
+ +Nurse +
+I know not.
+
+ +JULIET +
+Go ask his name: if he be married.
+My grave is like to be my wedding bed.
+
+ +Nurse +
+His name is Romeo, and a Montague;
+The only son of your great enemy.
+
+ +JULIET +
+My only love sprung from my only hate!
+Too early seen unknown, and known too late!
+Prodigious birth of love it is to me,
+That I must love a loathed enemy.
+
+ +Nurse +
+What's this? what's this?
+
+ +JULIET +
+A rhyme I learn'd even now
+Of one I danced withal.
+

One calls within 'Juliet.'

+
+ +Nurse +
+Anon, anon!
+Come, let's away; the strangers all are gone.
+

Exeunt

+

+

ACT II

+

PROLOGUE

+

+Enter Chorus +
+ +Chorus +
+Now old desire doth in his death-bed lie,
+And young affection gapes to be his heir;
+That fair for which love groan'd for and would die,
+With tender Juliet match'd, is now not fair.
+Now Romeo is beloved and loves again,
+Alike betwitched by the charm of looks,
+But to his foe supposed he must complain,
+And she steal love's sweet bait from fearful hooks:
+Being held a foe, he may not have access
+To breathe such vows as lovers use to swear;
+And she as much in love, her means much less
+To meet her new-beloved any where:
+But passion lends them power, time means, to meet
+Tempering extremities with extreme sweet.
+

Exit

+
+

SCENE I. A lane by the wall of Capulet's orchard.

+

+Enter ROMEO +
+ +ROMEO +
+Can I go forward when my heart is here?
+Turn back, dull earth, and find thy centre out.
+

He climbs the wall, and leaps down within it

+

Enter BENVOLIO and MERCUTIO

+
+ +BENVOLIO +
+Romeo! my cousin Romeo!
+
+ +MERCUTIO +
+He is wise;
+And, on my lie, hath stol'n him home to bed.
+
+ +BENVOLIO +
+He ran this way, and leap'd this orchard wall:
+Call, good Mercutio.
+
+ +MERCUTIO +
+Nay, I'll conjure too.
+Romeo! humours! madman! passion! lover!
+Appear thou in the likeness of a sigh:
+Speak but one rhyme, and I am satisfied;
+Cry but 'Ay me!' pronounce but 'love' and 'dove;'
+Speak to my gossip Venus one fair word,
+One nick-name for her purblind son and heir,
+Young Adam Cupid, he that shot so trim,
+When King Cophetua loved the beggar-maid!
+He heareth not, he stirreth not, he moveth not;
+The ape is dead, and I must conjure him.
+I conjure thee by Rosaline's bright eyes,
+By her high forehead and her scarlet lip,
+By her fine foot, straight leg and quivering thigh
+And the demesnes that there adjacent lie,
+That in thy likeness thou appear to us!
+
+ +BENVOLIO +
+And if he hear thee, thou wilt anger him.
+
+ +MERCUTIO +
+This cannot anger him: 'twould anger him
+To raise a spirit in his mistress' circle
+Of some strange nature, letting it there stand
+Till she had laid it and conjured it down;
+That were some spite: my invocation
+Is fair and honest, and in his mistres s' name
+I conjure only but to raise up him.
+
+ +BENVOLIO +
+Come, he hath hid himself among these trees,
+To be consorted with the humorous night:
+Blind is his love and best befits the dark.
+
+ +MERCUTIO +
+If love be blind, love cannot hit the mark.
+Now will he sit under a medlar tree,
+And wish his mistress were that kind of fruit
+As maids call medlars, when they laugh alone.
+Romeo, that she were, O, that she were
+An open et caetera, thou a poperin pear!
+Romeo, good night: I'll to my truckle-bed;
+This field-bed is too cold for me to sleep:
+Come, shall we go?
+
+ +BENVOLIO +
+ Go, then; for 'tis in vain
+To seek him here that means not to be found.
+

Exeunt

+
+

SCENE II. Capulet's orchard.

+

+Enter ROMEO +
+ +ROMEO +
+He jests at scars that never felt a wound.
+

JULIET appears above at a window

+But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks?
+It is the east, and Juliet is the sun.
+Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon,
+Who is already sick and pale with grief,
+That thou her maid art far more fair than she:
+Be not her maid, since she is envious;
+Her vestal livery is but sick and green
+And none but fools do wear it; cast it off.
+It is my lady, O, it is my love!
+O, that she knew she were!
+She speaks yet she says nothing: what of that?
+Her eye discourses; I will answer it.
+I am too bold, 'tis not to me she speaks:
+Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven,
+Having some business, do entreat her eyes
+To twinkle in their spheres till they return.
+What if her eyes were there, they in her head?
+The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars,
+As daylight doth a lamp; her eyes in heaven
+Would through the airy region stream so bright
+That birds would sing and think it were not night.
+See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand!
+O, that I were a glove upon that hand,
+That I might touch that cheek!
+
+ +JULIET +
+Ay me!
+
+ +ROMEO +
+She speaks:
+O, speak again, bright angel! for thou art
+As glorious to this night, being o'er my head
+As is a winged messenger of heaven
+Unto the white-upturned wondering eyes
+Of mortals that fall back to gaze on him
+When he bestrides the lazy-pacing clouds
+And sails upon the bosom of the air.
+
+ +JULIET +
+O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo?
+Deny thy father and refuse thy name;
+Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love,
+And I'll no longer be a Capulet.
+
+ +ROMEO +
+[Aside] Shall I hear more, or shall I speak at this?
+
+ +JULIET +
+'Tis but thy name that is my enemy;
+Thou art thyself, though not a Montague.
+What's Montague? it is nor hand, nor foot,
+Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part
+Belonging to a man. O, be some other name!
+What's in a name? that which we call a rose
+By any other name would smell as sweet;
+So Romeo would, were he not Romeo call'd,
+Retain that dear perfection which he owes
+Without that title. Romeo, doff thy name,
+And for that name which is no part of thee
+Take all myself.
+
+ +ROMEO +
+ I take thee at thy word:
+Call me but love, and I'll be new baptized;
+Henceforth I never will be Romeo.
+
+ +JULIET +
+What man art thou that thus bescreen'd in night
+So stumblest on my counsel?
+
+ +ROMEO +
+By a name
+I know not how to tell thee who I am:
+My name, dear saint, is hateful to myself,
+Because it is an enemy to thee;
+Had I it written, I would tear the word.
+
+ +JULIET +
+My ears have not yet drunk a hundred words
+Of that tongue's utterance, yet I know the sound:
+Art thou not Romeo and a Montague?
+
+ +ROMEO +
+Neither, fair saint, if either thee dislike.
+
+ +JULIET +
+How camest thou hither, tell me, and wherefore?
+The orchard walls are high and hard to climb,
+And the place death, considering who thou art,
+If any of my kinsmen find thee here.
+
+ +ROMEO +
+With love's light wings did I o'er-perch these walls;
+For stony limits cannot hold love out,
+And what love can do that dares love attempt;
+Therefore thy kinsmen are no let to me.
+
+ +JULIET +
+If they do see thee, they will murder thee.
+
+ +ROMEO +
+Alack, there lies more peril in thine eye
+Than twenty of their swords: look thou but sweet,
+And I am proof against their enmity.
+
+ +JULIET +
+I would not for the world they saw thee here.
+
+ +ROMEO +
+I have night's cloak to hide me from their sight;
+And but thou love me, let them find me here:
+My life were better ended by their hate,
+Than death prorogued, wanting of thy love.
+
+ +JULIET +
+By whose direction found'st thou out this place?
+
+ +ROMEO +
+By love, who first did prompt me to inquire;
+He lent me counsel and I lent him eyes.
+I am no pilot; yet, wert thou as far
+As that vast shore wash'd with the farthest sea,
+I would adventure for such merchandise.
+
+ +JULIET +
+Thou know'st the mask of night is on my face,
+Else would a maiden blush bepaint my cheek
+For that which thou hast heard me speak to-night
+Fain would I dwell on form, fain, fain deny
+What I have spoke: but farewell compliment!
+Dost thou love me? I know thou wilt say 'Ay,'
+And I will take thy word: yet if thou swear'st,
+Thou mayst prove false; at lovers' perjuries
+Then say, Jove laughs. O gentle Romeo,
+If thou dost love, pronounce it faithfully:
+Or if thou think'st I am too quickly won,
+I'll frown and be perverse an say thee nay,
+So thou wilt woo; but else, not for the world.
+In truth, fair Montague, I am too fond,
+And therefore thou mayst think my 'havior light:
+But trust me, gentleman, I'll prove more true
+Than those that have more cunning to be strange.
+I should have been more strange, I must confess,
+But that thou overheard'st, ere I was ware,
+My true love's passion: therefore pardon me,
+And not impute this yielding to light love,
+Which the dark night hath so discovered.
+
+ +ROMEO +
+Lady, by yonder blessed moon I swear
+That tips with silver all these fruit-tree tops--
+
+ +JULIET +
+O, swear not by the moon, the inconstant moon,
+That monthly changes in her circled orb,
+Lest that thy love prove likewise variable.
+
+ +ROMEO +
+What shall I swear by?
+
+ +JULIET +
+Do not swear at all;
+Or, if thou wilt, swear by thy gracious self,
+Which is the god of my idolatry,
+And I'll believe thee.
+
+ +ROMEO +
+If my heart's dear love--
+
+ +JULIET +
+Well, do not swear: although I joy in thee,
+I have no joy of this contract to-night:
+It is too rash, too unadvised, too sudden;
+Too like the lightning, which doth cease to be
+Ere one can say 'It lightens.' Sweet, good night!
+This bud of love, by summer's ripening breath,
+May prove a beauteous flower when next we meet.
+Good night, good night! as sweet repose and rest
+Come to thy heart as that within my breast!
+
+ +ROMEO +
+O, wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied?
+
+ +JULIET +
+What satisfaction canst thou have to-night?
+
+ +ROMEO +
+The exchange of thy love's faithful vow for mine.
+
+ +JULIET +
+I gave thee mine before thou didst request it:
+And yet I would it were to give again.
+
+ +ROMEO +
+Wouldst thou withdraw it? for what purpose, love?
+
+ +JULIET +
+But to be frank, and give it thee again.
+And yet I wish but for the thing I have:
+My bounty is as boundless as the sea,
+My love as deep; the more I give to thee,
+The more I have, for both are infinite.
+

Nurse calls within

+I hear some noise within; dear love, adieu!
+Anon, good nurse! Sweet Montague, be true.
+Stay but a little, I will come again.
+

Exit, above

+
+ +ROMEO +
+O blessed, blessed night! I am afeard.
+Being in night, all this is but a dream,
+Too flattering-sweet to be substantial.
+

Re-enter JULIET, above

+
+ +JULIET +
+Three words, dear Romeo, and good night indeed.
+If that thy bent of love be honourable,
+Thy purpose marriage, send me word to-morrow,
+By one that I'll procure to come to thee,
+Where and what time thou wilt perform the rite;
+And all my fortunes at thy foot I'll lay
+And follow thee my lord throughout the world.
+
+ +Nurse +
+[Within] Madam!
+
+ +JULIET +
+I come, anon.--But if thou mean'st not well,
+I do beseech thee--
+
+ +Nurse +
+[Within] Madam!
+
+ +JULIET +
+By and by, I come:--
+To cease thy suit, and leave me to my grief:
+To-morrow will I send.
+
+ +ROMEO +
+So thrive my soul--
+
+ +JULIET +
+A thousand times good night!
+

Exit, above

+
+ +ROMEO +
+A thousand times the worse, to want thy light.
+Love goes toward love, as schoolboys from
+their books,
+But love from love, toward school with heavy looks.
+

Retiring

+

Re-enter JULIET, above

+
+ +JULIET +
+Hist! Romeo, hist! O, for a falconer's voice,
+To lure this tassel-gentle back again!
+Bondage is hoarse, and may not speak aloud;
+Else would I tear the cave where Echo lies,
+And make her airy tongue more hoarse than mine,
+With repetition of my Romeo's name.
+
+ +ROMEO +
+It is my soul that calls upon my name:
+How silver-sweet sound lovers' tongues by night,
+Like softest music to attending ears!
+
+ +JULIET +
+Romeo!
+
+ +ROMEO +
+ My dear?
+
+ +JULIET +
+ At what o'clock to-morrow
+Shall I send to thee?
+
+ +ROMEO +
+At the hour of nine.
+
+ +JULIET +
+I will not fail: 'tis twenty years till then.
+I have forgot why I did call thee back.
+
+ +ROMEO +
+Let me stand here till thou remember it.
+
+ +JULIET +
+I shall forget, to have thee still stand there,
+Remembering how I love thy company.
+
+ +ROMEO +
+And I'll still stay, to have thee still forget,
+Forgetting any other home but this.
+
+ +JULIET +
+'Tis almost morning; I would have thee gone:
+And yet no further than a wanton's bird;
+Who lets it hop a little from her hand,
+Like a poor prisoner in his twisted gyves,
+And with a silk thread plucks it back again,
+So loving-jealous of his liberty.
+
+ +ROMEO +
+I would I were thy bird.
+
+ +JULIET +
+Sweet, so would I:
+Yet I should kill thee with much cherishing.
+Good night, good night! parting is such
+sweet sorrow,
+That I shall say good night till it be morrow.
+

Exit above

+
+ +ROMEO +
+Sleep dwell upon thine eyes, peace in thy breast!
+Would I were sleep and peace, so sweet to rest!
+Hence will I to my ghostly father's cell,
+His help to crave, and my dear hap to tell.
+

Exit

+
+

SCENE III. Friar Laurence's cell.

+

+Enter FRIAR LAURENCE, with a basket +
+ +FRIAR LAURENCE +
+The grey-eyed morn smiles on the frowning night,
+Chequering the eastern clouds with streaks of light,
+And flecked darkness like a drunkard reels
+From forth day's path and Titan's fiery wheels:
+Now, ere the sun advance his burning eye,
+The day to cheer and night's dank dew to dry,
+I must up-fill this osier cage of ours
+With baleful weeds and precious-juiced flowers.
+The earth that's nature's mother is her tomb;
+What is her burying grave that is her womb,
+And from her womb children of divers kind
+We sucking on her natural bosom find,
+Many for many virtues excellent,
+None but for some and yet all different.
+O, mickle is the powerful grace that lies
+In herbs, plants, stones, and their true qualities:
+For nought so vile that on the earth doth live
+But to the earth some special good doth give,
+Nor aught so good but strain'd from that fair use
+Revolts from true birth, stumbling on abuse:
+Virtue itself turns vice, being misapplied;
+And vice sometimes by action dignified.
+Within the infant rind of this small flower
+Poison hath residence and medicine power:
+For this, being smelt, with that part cheers each part;
+Being tasted, slays all senses with the heart.
+Two such opposed kings encamp them still
+In man as well as herbs, grace and rude will;
+And where the worser is predominant,
+Full soon the canker death eats up that plant.
+

Enter ROMEO

+
+ +ROMEO +
+Good morrow, father.
+
+ +FRIAR LAURENCE +
+Benedicite!
+What early tongue so sweet saluteth me?
+Young son, it argues a distemper'd head
+So soon to bid good morrow to thy bed:
+Care keeps his watch in every old man's eye,
+And where care lodges, sleep will never lie;
+But where unbruised youth with unstuff'd brain
+Doth couch his limbs, there golden sleep doth reign:
+Therefore thy earliness doth me assure
+Thou art up-roused by some distemperature;
+Or if not so, then here I hit it right,
+Our Romeo hath not been in bed to-night.
+
+ +ROMEO +
+That last is true; the sweeter rest was mine.
+
+ +FRIAR LAURENCE +
+God pardon sin! wast thou with Rosaline?
+
+ +ROMEO +
+With Rosaline, my ghostly father? no;
+I have forgot that name, and that name's woe.
+
+ +FRIAR LAURENCE +
+That's my good son: but where hast thou been, then?
+
+ +ROMEO +
+I'll tell thee, ere thou ask it me again.
+I have been feasting with mine enemy,
+Where on a sudden one hath wounded me,
+That's by me wounded: both our remedies
+Within thy help and holy physic lies:
+I bear no hatred, blessed man, for, lo,
+My intercession likewise steads my foe.
+
+ +FRIAR LAURENCE +
+Be plain, good son, and homely in thy drift;
+Riddling confession finds but riddling shrift.
+
+ +ROMEO +
+Then plainly know my heart's dear love is set
+On the fair daughter of rich Capulet:
+As mine on hers, so hers is set on mine;
+And all combined, save what thou must combine
+By holy marriage: when and where and how
+We met, we woo'd and made exchange of vow,
+I'll tell thee as we pass; but this I pray,
+That thou consent to marry us to-day.
+
+ +FRIAR LAURENCE +
+Holy Saint Francis, what a change is here!
+Is Rosaline, whom thou didst love so dear,
+So soon forsaken? young men's love then lies
+Not truly in their hearts, but in their eyes.
+Jesu Maria, what a deal of brine
+Hath wash'd thy sallow cheeks for Rosaline!
+How much salt water thrown away in waste,
+To season love, that of it doth not taste!
+The sun not yet thy sighs from heaven clears,
+Thy old groans ring yet in my ancient ears;
+Lo, here upon thy cheek the stain doth sit
+Of an old tear that is not wash'd off yet:
+If e'er thou wast thyself and these woes thine,
+Thou and these woes were all for Rosaline:
+And art thou changed? pronounce this sentence then,
+Women may fall, when there's no strength in men.
+
+ +ROMEO +
+Thou chid'st me oft for loving Rosaline.
+
+ +FRIAR LAURENCE +
+For doting, not for loving, pupil mine.
+
+ +ROMEO +
+And bad'st me bury love.
+
+ +FRIAR LAURENCE +
+Not in a grave,
+To lay one in, another out to have.
+
+ +ROMEO +
+I pray thee, chide not; she whom I love now
+Doth grace for grace and love for love allow;
+The other did not so.
+
+ +FRIAR LAURENCE +
+O, she knew well
+Thy love did read by rote and could not spell.
+But come, young waverer, come, go with me,
+In one respect I'll thy assistant be;
+For this alliance may so happy prove,
+To turn your households' rancour to pure love.
+
+ +ROMEO +
+O, let us hence; I stand on sudden haste.
+
+ +FRIAR LAURENCE +
+Wisely and slow; they stumble that run fast.
+

Exeunt

+
+

SCENE IV. A street.

+

+Enter BENVOLIO and MERCUTIO +
+ +MERCUTIO +
+Where the devil should this Romeo be?
+Came he not home to-night?
+
+ +BENVOLIO +
+Not to his father's; I spoke with his man.
+
+ +MERCUTIO +
+Ah, that same pale hard-hearted wench, that Rosaline.
+Torments him so, that he will sure run mad.
+
+ +BENVOLIO +
+Tybalt, the kinsman of old Capulet,
+Hath sent a letter to his father's house.
+
+ +MERCUTIO +
+A challenge, on my life.
+
+ +BENVOLIO +
+Romeo will answer it.
+
+ +MERCUTIO +
+Any man that can write may answer a letter.
+
+ +BENVOLIO +
+Nay, he will answer the letter's master, how he
+dares, being dared.
+
+ +MERCUTIO +
+Alas poor Romeo! he is already dead; stabbed with a
+white wench's black eye; shot through the ear with a
+love-song; the very pin of his heart cleft with the
+blind bow-boy's butt-shaft: and is he a man to
+encounter Tybalt?
+
+ +BENVOLIO +
+Why, what is Tybalt?
+
+ +MERCUTIO +
+More than prince of cats, I can tell you. O, he is
+the courageous captain of compliments. He fights as
+you sing prick-song, keeps time, distance, and
+proportion; rests me his minim rest, one, two, and
+the third in your bosom: the very butcher of a silk
+button, a duellist, a duellist; a gentleman of the
+very first house, of the first and second cause:
+ah, the immortal passado! the punto reverso! the
+hai!
+
+ +BENVOLIO +
+The what?
+
+ +MERCUTIO +
+The pox of such antic, lisping, affecting
+fantasticoes; these new tuners of accents! 'By Jesu,
+a very good blade! a very tall man! a very good
+whore!' Why, is not this a lamentable thing,
+grandsire, that we should be thus afflicted with
+these strange flies, these fashion-mongers, these
+perdona-mi's, who stand so much on the new form,
+that they cannot at ease on the old bench? O, their
+bones, their bones!
+

Enter ROMEO

+
+ +BENVOLIO +
+Here comes Romeo, here comes Romeo.
+
+ +MERCUTIO +
+Without his roe, like a dried herring: flesh, flesh,
+how art thou fishified! Now is he for the numbers
+that Petrarch flowed in: Laura to his lady was but a
+kitchen-wench; marry, she had a better love to
+be-rhyme her; Dido a dowdy; Cleopatra a gipsy;
+Helen and Hero hildings and harlots; Thisbe a grey
+eye or so, but not to the purpose. Signior
+Romeo, bon jour! there's a French salutation
+to your French slop. You gave us the counterfeit
+fairly last night.
+
+ +ROMEO +
+Good morrow to you both. What counterfeit did I give you?
+
+ +MERCUTIO +
+The ship, sir, the slip; can you not conceive?
+
+ +ROMEO +
+Pardon, good Mercutio, my business was great; and in
+such a case as mine a man may strain courtesy.
+
+ +MERCUTIO +
+That's as much as to say, such a case as yours
+constrains a man to bow in the hams.
+
+ +ROMEO +
+Meaning, to court'sy.
+
+ +MERCUTIO +
+Thou hast most kindly hit it.
+
+ +ROMEO +
+A most courteous exposition.
+
+ +MERCUTIO +
+Nay, I am the very pink of courtesy.
+
+ +ROMEO +
+Pink for flower.
+
+ +MERCUTIO +
+Right.
+
+ +ROMEO +
+Why, then is my pump well flowered.
+
+ +MERCUTIO +
+Well said: follow me this jest now till thou hast
+worn out thy pump, that when the single sole of it
+is worn, the jest may remain after the wearing sole singular.
+
+ +ROMEO +
+O single-soled jest, solely singular for the
+singleness.
+
+ +MERCUTIO +
+Come between us, good Benvolio; my wits faint.
+
+ +ROMEO +
+Switch and spurs, switch and spurs; or I'll cry a match.
+
+ +MERCUTIO +
+Nay, if thy wits run the wild-goose chase, I have
+done, for thou hast more of the wild-goose in one of
+thy wits than, I am sure, I have in my whole five:
+was I with you there for the goose?
+
+ +ROMEO +
+Thou wast never with me for any thing when thou wast
+not there for the goose.
+
+ +MERCUTIO +
+I will bite thee by the ear for that jest.
+
+ +ROMEO +
+Nay, good goose, bite not.
+
+ +MERCUTIO +
+Thy wit is a very bitter sweeting; it is a most
+sharp sauce.
+
+ +ROMEO +
+And is it not well served in to a sweet goose?
+
+ +MERCUTIO +
+O here's a wit of cheveril, that stretches from an
+inch narrow to an ell broad!
+
+ +ROMEO +
+I stretch it out for that word 'broad;' which added
+to the goose, proves thee far and wide a broad goose.
+
+ +MERCUTIO +
+Why, is not this better now than groaning for love?
+now art thou sociable, now art thou Romeo; now art
+thou what thou art, by art as well as by nature:
+for this drivelling love is like a great natural,
+that runs lolling up and down to hide his bauble in a hole.
+
+ +BENVOLIO +
+Stop there, stop there.
+
+ +MERCUTIO +
+Thou desirest me to stop in my tale against the hair.
+
+ +BENVOLIO +
+Thou wouldst else have made thy tale large.
+
+ +MERCUTIO +
+O, thou art deceived; I would have made it short:
+for I was come to the whole depth of my tale; and
+meant, indeed, to occupy the argument no longer.
+
+ +ROMEO +
+Here's goodly gear!
+

Enter Nurse and PETER

+
+ +MERCUTIO +
+A sail, a sail!
+
+ +BENVOLIO +
+Two, two; a shirt and a smock.
+
+ +Nurse +
+Peter!
+
+ +PETER +
+Anon!
+
+ +Nurse +
+My fan, Peter.
+
+ +MERCUTIO +
+Good Peter, to hide her face; for her fan's the
+fairer face.
+
+ +Nurse +
+God ye good morrow, gentlemen.
+
+ +MERCUTIO +
+God ye good den, fair gentlewoman.
+
+ +Nurse +
+Is it good den?
+
+ +MERCUTIO +
+'Tis no less, I tell you, for the bawdy hand of the
+dial is now upon the prick of noon.
+
+ +Nurse +
+Out upon you! what a man are you!
+
+ +ROMEO +
+One, gentlewoman, that God hath made for himself to
+mar.
+
+ +Nurse +
+By my troth, it is well said; 'for himself to mar,'
+quoth a'? Gentlemen, can any of you tell me where I
+may find the young Romeo?
+
+ +ROMEO +
+I can tell you; but young Romeo will be older when
+you have found him than he was when you sought him:
+I am the youngest of that name, for fault of a worse.
+
+ +Nurse +
+You say well.
+
+ +MERCUTIO +
+Yea, is the worst well? very well took, i' faith;
+wisely, wisely.
+
+ +Nurse +
+if you be he, sir, I desire some confidence with
+you.
+
+ +BENVOLIO +
+She will indite him to some supper.
+
+ +MERCUTIO +
+A bawd, a bawd, a bawd! so ho!
+
+ +ROMEO +
+What hast thou found?
+
+ +MERCUTIO +
+No hare, sir; unless a hare, sir, in a lenten pie,
+that is something stale and hoar ere it be spent.
+

Sings

+An old hare hoar,
+And an old hare hoar,
+Is very good meat in lent
+But a hare that is hoar
+Is too much for a score,
+When it hoars ere it be spent.
+Romeo, will you come to your father's? we'll
+to dinner, thither.
+
+ +ROMEO +
+I will follow you.
+
+ +MERCUTIO +
+Farewell, ancient lady; farewell,
+

Singing

+'lady, lady, lady.'
+

Exeunt MERCUTIO and BENVOLIO

+
+ +Nurse +
+Marry, farewell! I pray you, sir, what saucy
+merchant was this, that was so full of his ropery?
+
+ +ROMEO +
+A gentleman, nurse, that loves to hear himself talk,
+and will speak more in a minute than he will stand
+to in a month.
+
+ +Nurse +
+An a' speak any thing against me, I'll take him
+down, an a' were lustier than he is, and twenty such
+Jacks; and if I cannot, I'll find those that shall.
+Scurvy knave! I am none of his flirt-gills; I am
+none of his skains-mates. And thou must stand by
+too, and suffer every knave to use me at his pleasure?
+
+ +PETER +
+I saw no man use you a pleasure; if I had, my weapon
+should quickly have been out, I warrant you: I dare
+draw as soon as another man, if I see occasion in a
+good quarrel, and the law on my side.
+
+ +Nurse +
+Now, afore God, I am so vexed, that every part about
+me quivers. Scurvy knave! Pray you, sir, a word:
+and as I told you, my young lady bade me inquire you
+out; what she bade me say, I will keep to myself:
+but first let me tell ye, if ye should lead her into
+a fool's paradise, as they say, it were a very gross
+kind of behavior, as they say: for the gentlewoman
+is young; and, therefore, if you should deal double
+with her, truly it were an ill thing to be offered
+to any gentlewoman, and very weak dealing.
+
+ +ROMEO +
+Nurse, commend me to thy lady and mistress. I
+protest unto thee--
+
+ +Nurse +
+Good heart, and, i' faith, I will tell her as much:
+Lord, Lord, she will be a joyful woman.
+
+ +ROMEO +
+What wilt thou tell her, nurse? thou dost not mark me.
+
+ +Nurse +
+I will tell her, sir, that you do protest; which, as
+I take it, is a gentlemanlike offer.
+
+ +ROMEO +
+Bid her devise
+Some means to come to shrift this afternoon;
+And there she shall at Friar Laurence' cell
+Be shrived and married. Here is for thy pains.
+
+ +Nurse +
+No truly sir; not a penny.
+
+ +ROMEO +
+Go to; I say you shall.
+
+ +Nurse +
+This afternoon, sir? well, she shall be there.
+
+ +ROMEO +
+And stay, good nurse, behind the abbey wall:
+Within this hour my man shall be with thee
+And bring thee cords made like a tackled stair;
+Which to the high top-gallant of my joy
+Must be my convoy in the secret night.
+Farewell; be trusty, and I'll quit thy pains:
+Farewell; commend me to thy mistress.
+
+ +Nurse +
+Now God in heaven bless thee! Hark you, sir.
+
+ +ROMEO +
+What say'st thou, my dear nurse?
+
+ +Nurse +
+Is your man secret? Did you ne'er hear say,
+Two may keep counsel, putting one away?
+
+ +ROMEO +
+I warrant thee, my man's as true as steel.
+
+ +NURSE +
+Well, sir; my mistress is the sweetest lady--Lord,
+Lord! when 'twas a little prating thing:--O, there
+is a nobleman in town, one Paris, that would fain
+lay knife aboard; but she, good soul, had as lief
+see a toad, a very toad, as see him. I anger her
+sometimes and tell her that Paris is the properer
+man; but, I'll warrant you, when I say so, she looks
+as pale as any clout in the versal world. Doth not
+rosemary and Romeo begin both with a letter?
+
+ +ROMEO +
+Ay, nurse; what of that? both with an R.
+
+ +Nurse +
+Ah. mocker! that's the dog's name; R is for
+the--No; I know it begins with some other
+letter:--and she hath the prettiest sententious of
+it, of you and rosemary, that it would do you good
+to hear it.
+
+ +ROMEO +
+Commend me to thy lady.
+
+ +Nurse +
+Ay, a thousand times.
+

Exit Romeo

+Peter!
+
+ +PETER +
+Anon!
+
+ +Nurse +
+Peter, take my fan, and go before and apace.
+

Exeunt

+
+

SCENE V. Capulet's orchard.

+

+Enter JULIET +
+ +JULIET +
+The clock struck nine when I did send the nurse;
+In half an hour she promised to return.
+Perchance she cannot meet him: that's not so.
+O, she is lame! love's heralds should be thoughts,
+Which ten times faster glide than the sun's beams,
+Driving back shadows over louring hills:
+Therefore do nimble-pinion'd doves draw love,
+And therefore hath the wind-swift Cupid wings.
+Now is the sun upon the highmost hill
+Of this day's journey, and from nine till twelve
+Is three long hours, yet she is not come.
+Had she affections and warm youthful blood,
+She would be as swift in motion as a ball;
+My words would bandy her to my sweet love,
+And his to me:
+But old folks, many feign as they were dead;
+Unwieldy, slow, heavy and pale as lead.
+O God, she comes!
+

Enter Nurse and PETER

+O honey nurse, what news?
+Hast thou met with him? Send thy man away.
+
+ +Nurse +
+Peter, stay at the gate.
+

Exit PETER

+
+ +JULIET +
+Now, good sweet nurse,--O Lord, why look'st thou sad?
+Though news be sad, yet tell them merrily;
+If good, thou shamest the music of sweet news
+By playing it to me with so sour a face.
+
+ +Nurse +
+I am a-weary, give me leave awhile:
+Fie, how my bones ache! what a jaunt have I had!
+
+ +JULIET +
+I would thou hadst my bones, and I thy news:
+Nay, come, I pray thee, speak; good, good nurse, speak.
+
+ +Nurse +
+Jesu, what haste? can you not stay awhile?
+Do you not see that I am out of breath?
+
+ +JULIET +
+How art thou out of breath, when thou hast breath
+To say to me that thou art out of breath?
+The excuse that thou dost make in this delay
+Is longer than the tale thou dost excuse.
+Is thy news good, or bad? answer to that;
+Say either, and I'll stay the circumstance:
+Let me be satisfied, is't good or bad?
+
+ +Nurse +
+Well, you have made a simple choice; you know not
+how to choose a man: Romeo! no, not he; though his
+face be better than any man's, yet his leg excels
+all men's; and for a hand, and a foot, and a body,
+though they be not to be talked on, yet they are
+past compare: he is not the flower of courtesy,
+but, I'll warrant him, as gentle as a lamb. Go thy
+ways, wench; serve God. What, have you dined at home?
+
+ +JULIET +
+No, no: but all this did I know before.
+What says he of our marriage? what of that?
+
+ +Nurse +
+Lord, how my head aches! what a head have I!
+It beats as it would fall in twenty pieces.
+My back o' t' other side,--O, my back, my back!
+Beshrew your heart for sending me about,
+To catch my death with jaunting up and down!
+
+ +JULIET +
+I' faith, I am sorry that thou art not well.
+Sweet, sweet, sweet nurse, tell me, what says my love?
+
+ +Nurse +
+Your love says, like an honest gentleman, and a
+courteous, and a kind, and a handsome, and, I
+warrant, a virtuous,--Where is your mother?
+
+ +JULIET +
+Where is my mother! why, she is within;
+Where should she be? How oddly thou repliest!
+'Your love says, like an honest gentleman,
+Where is your mother?'
+
+ +Nurse +
+O God's lady dear!
+Are you so hot? marry, come up, I trow;
+Is this the poultice for my aching bones?
+Henceforward do your messages yourself.
+
+ +JULIET +
+Here's such a coil! come, what says Romeo?
+
+ +Nurse +
+Have you got leave to go to shrift to-day?
+
+ +JULIET +
+I have.
+
+ +Nurse +
+Then hie you hence to Friar Laurence' cell;
+There stays a husband to make you a wife:
+Now comes the wanton blood up in your cheeks,
+They'll be in scarlet straight at any news.
+Hie you to church; I must another way,
+To fetch a ladder, by the which your love
+Must climb a bird's nest soon when it is dark:
+I am the drudge and toil in your delight,
+But you shall bear the burden soon at night.
+Go; I'll to dinner: hie you to the cell.
+
+ +JULIET +
+Hie to high fortune! Honest nurse, farewell.
+

Exeunt

+
+

SCENE VI. Friar Laurence's cell.

+

+Enter FRIAR LAURENCE and ROMEO +
+ +FRIAR LAURENCE +
+So smile the heavens upon this holy act,
+That after hours with sorrow chide us not!
+
+ +ROMEO +
+Amen, amen! but come what sorrow can,
+It cannot countervail the exchange of joy
+That one short minute gives me in her sight:
+Do thou but close our hands with holy words,
+Then love-devouring death do what he dare;
+It is enough I may but call her mine.
+
+ +FRIAR LAURENCE +
+These violent delights have violent ends
+And in their triumph die, like fire and powder,
+Which as they kiss consume: the sweetest honey
+Is loathsome in his own deliciousness
+And in the taste confounds the appetite:
+Therefore love moderately; long love doth so;
+Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow.
+

Enter JULIET

+Here comes the lady: O, so light a foot
+Will ne'er wear out the everlasting flint:
+A lover may bestride the gossamer
+That idles in the wanton summer air,
+And yet not fall; so light is vanity.
+
+ +JULIET +
+Good even to my ghostly confessor.
+
+ +FRIAR LAURENCE +
+Romeo shall thank thee, daughter, for us both.
+
+ +JULIET +
+As much to him, else is his thanks too much.
+
+ +ROMEO +
+Ah, Juliet, if the measure of thy joy
+Be heap'd like mine and that thy skill be more
+To blazon it, then sweeten with thy breath
+This neighbour air, and let rich music's tongue
+Unfold the imagined happiness that both
+Receive in either by this dear encounter.
+
+ +JULIET +
+Conceit, more rich in matter than in words,
+Brags of his substance, not of ornament:
+They are but beggars that can count their worth;
+But my true love is grown to such excess
+I cannot sum up sum of half my wealth.
+
+ +FRIAR LAURENCE +
+Come, come with me, and we will make short work;
+For, by your leaves, you shall not stay alone
+Till holy church incorporate two in one.
+

Exeunt

+

+

ACT III

+

SCENE I. A public place.

+

+Enter MERCUTIO, BENVOLIO, Page, and Servants +
+ +BENVOLIO +
+I pray thee, good Mercutio, let's retire:
+The day is hot, the Capulets abroad,
+And, if we meet, we shall not scape a brawl;
+For now, these hot days, is the mad blood stirring.
+
+ +MERCUTIO +
+Thou art like one of those fellows that when he
+enters the confines of a tavern claps me his sword
+upon the table and says 'God send me no need of
+thee!' and by the operation of the second cup draws
+it on the drawer, when indeed there is no need.
+
+ +BENVOLIO +
+Am I like such a fellow?
+
+ +MERCUTIO +
+Come, come, thou art as hot a Jack in thy mood as
+any in Italy, and as soon moved to be moody, and as
+soon moody to be moved.
+
+ +BENVOLIO +
+And what to?
+
+ +MERCUTIO +
+Nay, an there were two such, we should have none
+shortly, for one would kill the other. Thou! why,
+thou wilt quarrel with a man that hath a hair more,
+or a hair less, in his beard, than thou hast: thou
+wilt quarrel with a man for cracking nuts, having no
+other reason but because thou hast hazel eyes: what
+eye but such an eye would spy out such a quarrel?
+Thy head is as fun of quarrels as an egg is full of
+meat, and yet thy head hath been beaten as addle as
+an egg for quarrelling: thou hast quarrelled with a
+man for coughing in the street, because he hath
+wakened thy dog that hath lain asleep in the sun:
+didst thou not fall out with a tailor for wearing
+his new doublet before Easter? with another, for
+tying his new shoes with old riband? and yet thou
+wilt tutor me from quarrelling!
+
+ +BENVOLIO +
+An I were so apt to quarrel as thou art, any man
+should buy the fee-simple of my life for an hour and a quarter.
+
+ +MERCUTIO +
+The fee-simple! O simple!
+
+ +BENVOLIO +
+By my head, here come the Capulets.
+
+ +MERCUTIO +
+By my heel, I care not.
+

Enter TYBALT and others

+
+ +TYBALT +
+Follow me close, for I will speak to them.
+Gentlemen, good den: a word with one of you.
+
+ +MERCUTIO +
+And but one word with one of us? couple it with
+something; make it a word and a blow.
+
+ +TYBALT +
+You shall find me apt enough to that, sir, an you
+will give me occasion.
+
+ +MERCUTIO +
+Could you not take some occasion without giving?
+
+ +TYBALT +
+Mercutio, thou consort'st with Romeo,--
+
+ +MERCUTIO +
+Consort! what, dost thou make us minstrels? an
+thou make minstrels of us, look to hear nothing but
+discords: here's my fiddlestick; here's that shall
+make you dance. 'Zounds, consort!
+
+ +BENVOLIO +
+We talk here in the public haunt of men:
+Either withdraw unto some private place,
+And reason coldly of your grievances,
+Or else depart; here all eyes gaze on us.
+
+ +MERCUTIO +
+Men's eyes were made to look, and let them gaze;
+I will not budge for no man's pleasure, I.
+

Enter ROMEO

+
+ +TYBALT +
+Well, peace be with you, sir: here comes my man.
+
+ +MERCUTIO +
+But I'll be hanged, sir, if he wear your livery:
+Marry, go before to field, he'll be your follower;
+Your worship in that sense may call him 'man.'
+
+ +TYBALT +
+Romeo, the hate I bear thee can afford
+No better term than this,--thou art a villain.
+
+ +ROMEO +
+Tybalt, the reason that I have to love thee
+Doth much excuse the appertaining rage
+To such a greeting: villain am I none;
+Therefore farewell; I see thou know'st me not.
+
+ +TYBALT +
+Boy, this shall not excuse the injuries
+That thou hast done me; therefore turn and draw.
+
+ +ROMEO +
+I do protest, I never injured thee,
+But love thee better than thou canst devise,
+Till thou shalt know the reason of my love:
+And so, good Capulet,--which name I tender
+As dearly as my own,--be satisfied.
+
+ +MERCUTIO +
+O calm, dishonourable, vile submission!
+Alla stoccata carries it away.
+

Draws

+Tybalt, you rat-catcher, will you walk?
+
+ +TYBALT +
+What wouldst thou have with me?
+
+ +MERCUTIO +
+Good king of cats, nothing but one of your nine
+lives; that I mean to make bold withal, and as you
+shall use me hereafter, drybeat the rest of the
+eight. Will you pluck your sword out of his pitcher
+by the ears? make haste, lest mine be about your
+ears ere it be out.
+
+ +TYBALT +
+I am for you.
+

Drawing

+
+ +ROMEO +
+Gentle Mercutio, put thy rapier up.
+
+ +MERCUTIO +
+Come, sir, your passado.
+

They fight

+
+ +ROMEO +
+Draw, Benvolio; beat down their weapons.
+Gentlemen, for shame, forbear this outrage!
+Tybalt, Mercutio, the prince expressly hath
+Forbidden bandying in Verona streets:
+Hold, Tybalt! good Mercutio!
+

TYBALT under ROMEO's arm stabs MERCUTIO, and flies with his followers

+
+ +MERCUTIO +
+I am hurt.
+A plague o' both your houses! I am sped.
+Is he gone, and hath nothing?
+
+ +BENVOLIO +
+What, art thou hurt?
+
+ +MERCUTIO +
+Ay, ay, a scratch, a scratch; marry, 'tis enough.
+Where is my page? Go, villain, fetch a surgeon.
+

Exit Page

+
+ +ROMEO +
+Courage, man; the hurt cannot be much.
+
+ +MERCUTIO +
+No, 'tis not so deep as a well, nor so wide as a
+church-door; but 'tis enough,'twill serve: ask for
+me to-morrow, and you shall find me a grave man. I
+am peppered, I warrant, for this world. A plague o'
+both your houses! 'Zounds, a dog, a rat, a mouse, a
+cat, to scratch a man to death! a braggart, a
+rogue, a villain, that fights by the book of
+arithmetic! Why the devil came you between us? I
+was hurt under your arm.
+
+ +ROMEO +
+I thought all for the best.
+
+ +MERCUTIO +
+Help me into some house, Benvolio,
+Or I shall faint. A plague o' both your houses!
+They have made worms' meat of me: I have it,
+And soundly too: your houses!
+

Exeunt MERCUTIO and BENVOLIO

+
+ +ROMEO +
+This gentleman, the prince's near ally,
+My very friend, hath got his mortal hurt
+In my behalf; my reputation stain'd
+With Tybalt's slander,--Tybalt, that an hour
+Hath been my kinsman! O sweet Juliet,
+Thy beauty hath made me effeminate
+And in my temper soften'd valour's steel!
+

Re-enter BENVOLIO

+
+ +BENVOLIO +
+O Romeo, Romeo, brave Mercutio's dead!
+That gallant spirit hath aspired the clouds,
+Which too untimely here did scorn the earth.
+
+ +ROMEO +
+This day's black fate on more days doth depend;
+This but begins the woe, others must end.
+
+ +BENVOLIO +
+Here comes the furious Tybalt back again.
+
+ +ROMEO +
+Alive, in triumph! and Mercutio slain!
+Away to heaven, respective lenity,
+And fire-eyed fury be my conduct now!
+

Re-enter TYBALT

+Now, Tybalt, take the villain back again,
+That late thou gavest me; for Mercutio's soul
+Is but a little way above our heads,
+Staying for thine to keep him company:
+Either thou, or I, or both, must go with him.
+
+ +TYBALT +
+Thou, wretched boy, that didst consort him here,
+Shalt with him hence.
+
+ +ROMEO +
+This shall determine that.
+

They fight; TYBALT falls

+
+ +BENVOLIO +
+Romeo, away, be gone!
+The citizens are up, and Tybalt slain.
+Stand not amazed: the prince will doom thee death,
+If thou art taken: hence, be gone, away!
+
+ +ROMEO +
+O, I am fortune's fool!
+
+ +BENVOLIO +
+Why dost thou stay?
+

Exit ROMEO

+

Enter Citizens, & c

+
+ +First Citizen +
+Which way ran he that kill'd Mercutio?
+Tybalt, that murderer, which way ran he?
+
+ +BENVOLIO +
+There lies that Tybalt.
+
+ +First Citizen +
+Up, sir, go with me;
+I charge thee in the princes name, obey.
+

Enter Prince, attended; MONTAGUE, CAPULET, their Wives, and others

+
+ +PRINCE +
+Where are the vile beginners of this fray?
+
+ +BENVOLIO +
+O noble prince, I can discover all
+The unlucky manage of this fatal brawl:
+There lies the man, slain by young Romeo,
+That slew thy kinsman, brave Mercutio.
+
+ +LADY CAPULET +
+Tybalt, my cousin! O my brother's child!
+O prince! O cousin! husband! O, the blood is spilt
+O my dear kinsman! Prince, as thou art true,
+For blood of ours, shed blood of Montague.
+O cousin, cousin!
+
+ +PRINCE +
+Benvolio, who began this bloody fray?
+
+ +BENVOLIO +
+Tybalt, here slain, whom Romeo's hand did slay;
+Romeo that spoke him fair, bade him bethink
+How nice the quarrel was, and urged withal
+Your high displeasure: all this uttered
+With gentle breath, calm look, knees humbly bow'd,
+Could not take truce with the unruly spleen
+Of Tybalt deaf to peace, but that he tilts
+With piercing steel at bold Mercutio's breast,
+Who all as hot, turns deadly point to point,
+And, with a martial scorn, with one hand beats
+Cold death aside, and with the other sends
+It back to Tybalt, whose dexterity,
+Retorts it: Romeo he cries aloud,
+'Hold, friends! friends, part!' and, swifter than
+his tongue,
+His agile arm beats down their fatal points,
+And 'twixt them rushes; underneath whose arm
+An envious thrust from Tybalt hit the life
+Of stout Mercutio, and then Tybalt fled;
+But by and by comes back to Romeo,
+Who had but newly entertain'd revenge,
+And to 't they go like lightning, for, ere I
+Could draw to part them, was stout Tybalt slain.
+And, as he fell, did Romeo turn and fly.
+This is the truth, or let Benvolio die.
+
+ +LADY CAPULET +
+He is a kinsman to the Montague;
+Affection makes him false; he speaks not true:
+Some twenty of them fought in this black strife,
+And all those twenty could but kill one life.
+I beg for justice, which thou, prince, must give;
+Romeo slew Tybalt, Romeo must not live.
+
+ +PRINCE +
+Romeo slew him, he slew Mercutio;
+Who now the price of his dear blood doth owe?
+
+ +MONTAGUE +
+Not Romeo, prince, he was Mercutio's friend;
+His fault concludes but what the law should end,
+The life of Tybalt.
+
+ +PRINCE +
+And for that offence
+Immediately we do exile him hence:
+I have an interest in your hate's proceeding,
+My blood for your rude brawls doth lie a-bleeding;
+But I'll amerce you with so strong a fine
+That you shall all repent the loss of mine:
+I will be deaf to pleading and excuses;
+Nor tears nor prayers shall purchase out abuses:
+Therefore use none: let Romeo hence in haste,
+Else, when he's found, that hour is his last.
+Bear hence this body and attend our will:
+Mercy but murders, pardoning those that kill.
+

Exeunt

+
+

SCENE II. Capulet's orchard.

+

+Enter JULIET +
+ +JULIET +
+Gallop apace, you fiery-footed steeds,
+Towards Phoebus' lodging: such a wagoner
+As Phaethon would whip you to the west,
+And bring in cloudy night immediately.
+Spread thy close curtain, love-performing night,
+That runaway's eyes may wink and Romeo
+Leap to these arms, untalk'd of and unseen.
+Lovers can see to do their amorous rites
+By their own beauties; or, if love be blind,
+It best agrees with night. Come, civil night,
+Thou sober-suited matron, all in black,
+And learn me how to lose a winning match,
+Play'd for a pair of stainless maidenhoods:
+Hood my unmann'd blood, bating in my cheeks,
+With thy black mantle; till strange love, grown bold,
+Think true love acted simple modesty.
+Come, night; come, Romeo; come, thou day in night;
+For thou wilt lie upon the wings of night
+Whiter than new snow on a raven's back.
+Come, gentle night, come, loving, black-brow'd night,
+Give me my Romeo; and, when he shall die,
+Take him and cut him out in little stars,
+And he will make the face of heaven so fine
+That all the world will be in love with night
+And pay no worship to the garish sun.
+O, I have bought the mansion of a love,
+But not possess'd it, and, though I am sold,
+Not yet enjoy'd: so tedious is this day
+As is the night before some festival
+To an impatient child that hath new robes
+And may not wear them. O, here comes my nurse,
+And she brings news; and every tongue that speaks
+But Romeo's name speaks heavenly eloquence.
+

Enter Nurse, with cords

+Now, nurse, what news? What hast thou there? the cords
+That Romeo bid thee fetch?
+
+ +Nurse +
+Ay, ay, the cords.
+

Throws them down

+
+ +JULIET +
+Ay me! what news? why dost thou wring thy hands?
+
+ +Nurse +
+Ah, well-a-day! he's dead, he's dead, he's dead!
+We are undone, lady, we are undone!
+Alack the day! he's gone, he's kill'd, he's dead!
+
+ +JULIET +
+Can heaven be so envious?
+
+ +Nurse +
+Romeo can,
+Though heaven cannot: O Romeo, Romeo!
+Who ever would have thought it? Romeo!
+
+ +JULIET +
+What devil art thou, that dost torment me thus?
+This torture should be roar'd in dismal hell.
+Hath Romeo slain himself? say thou but 'I,'
+And that bare vowel 'I' shall poison more
+Than the death-darting eye of cockatrice:
+I am not I, if there be such an I;
+Or those eyes shut, that make thee answer 'I.'
+If he be slain, say 'I'; or if not, no:
+Brief sounds determine of my weal or woe.
+
+ +Nurse +
+I saw the wound, I saw it with mine eyes,--
+God save the mark!--here on his manly breast:
+A piteous corse, a bloody piteous corse;
+Pale, pale as ashes, all bedaub'd in blood,
+All in gore-blood; I swounded at the sight.
+
+ +JULIET +
+O, break, my heart! poor bankrupt, break at once!
+To prison, eyes, ne'er look on liberty!
+Vile earth, to earth resign; end motion here;
+And thou and Romeo press one heavy bier!
+
+ +Nurse +
+O Tybalt, Tybalt, the best friend I had!
+O courteous Tybalt! honest gentleman!
+That ever I should live to see thee dead!
+
+ +JULIET +
+What storm is this that blows so contrary?
+Is Romeo slaughter'd, and is Tybalt dead?
+My dear-loved cousin, and my dearer lord?
+Then, dreadful trumpet, sound the general doom!
+For who is living, if those two are gone?
+
+ +Nurse +
+Tybalt is gone, and Romeo banished;
+Romeo that kill'd him, he is banished.
+
+ +JULIET +
+O God! did Romeo's hand shed Tybalt's blood?
+
+ +Nurse +
+It did, it did; alas the day, it did!
+
+ +JULIET +
+O serpent heart, hid with a flowering face!
+Did ever dragon keep so fair a cave?
+Beautiful tyrant! fiend angelical!
+Dove-feather'd raven! wolvish-ravening lamb!
+Despised substance of divinest show!
+Just opposite to what thou justly seem'st,
+A damned saint, an honourable villain!
+O nature, what hadst thou to do in hell,
+When thou didst bower the spirit of a fiend
+In moral paradise of such sweet flesh?
+Was ever book containing such vile matter
+So fairly bound? O that deceit should dwell
+In such a gorgeous palace!
+
+ +Nurse +
+There's no trust,
+No faith, no honesty in men; all perjured,
+All forsworn, all naught, all dissemblers.
+Ah, where's my man? give me some aqua vitae:
+These griefs, these woes, these sorrows make me old.
+Shame come to Romeo!
+
+ +JULIET +
+Blister'd be thy tongue
+For such a wish! he was not born to shame:
+Upon his brow shame is ashamed to sit;
+For 'tis a throne where honour may be crown'd
+Sole monarch of the universal earth.
+O, what a beast was I to chide at him!
+
+ +Nurse +
+Will you speak well of him that kill'd your cousin?
+
+ +JULIET +
+Shall I speak ill of him that is my husband?
+Ah, poor my lord, what tongue shall smooth thy name,
+When I, thy three-hours wife, have mangled it?
+But, wherefore, villain, didst thou kill my cousin?
+That villain cousin would have kill'd my husband:
+Back, foolish tears, back to your native spring;
+Your tributary drops belong to woe,
+Which you, mistaking, offer up to joy.
+My husband lives, that Tybalt would have slain;
+And Tybalt's dead, that would have slain my husband:
+All this is comfort; wherefore weep I then?
+Some word there was, worser than Tybalt's death,
+That murder'd me: I would forget it fain;
+But, O, it presses to my memory,
+Like damned guilty deeds to sinners' minds:
+'Tybalt is dead, and Romeo--banished;'
+That 'banished,' that one word 'banished,'
+Hath slain ten thousand Tybalts. Tybalt's death
+Was woe enough, if it had ended there:
+Or, if sour woe delights in fellowship
+And needly will be rank'd with other griefs,
+Why follow'd not, when she said 'Tybalt's dead,'
+Thy father, or thy mother, nay, or both,
+Which modern lamentations might have moved?
+But with a rear-ward following Tybalt's death,
+'Romeo is banished,' to speak that word,
+Is father, mother, Tybalt, Romeo, Juliet,
+All slain, all dead. 'Romeo is banished!'
+There is no end, no limit, measure, bound,
+In that word's death; no words can that woe sound.
+Where is my father, and my mother, nurse?
+
+ +Nurse +
+Weeping and wailing over Tybalt's corse:
+Will you go to them? I will bring you thither.
+
+ +JULIET +
+Wash they his wounds with tears: mine shall be spent,
+When theirs are dry, for Romeo's banishment.
+Take up those cords: poor ropes, you are beguiled,
+Both you and I; for Romeo is exiled:
+He made you for a highway to my bed;
+But I, a maid, die maiden-widowed.
+Come, cords, come, nurse; I'll to my wedding-bed;
+And death, not Romeo, take my maidenhead!
+
+ +Nurse +
+Hie to your chamber: I'll find Romeo
+To comfort you: I wot well where he is.
+Hark ye, your Romeo will be here at night:
+I'll to him; he is hid at Laurence' cell.
+
+ +JULIET +
+O, find him! give this ring to my true knight,
+And bid him come to take his last farewell.
+

Exeunt

+
+

SCENE III. Friar Laurence's cell.

+

+Enter FRIAR LAURENCE +
+ +FRIAR LAURENCE +
+Romeo, come forth; come forth, thou fearful man:
+Affliction is enamour'd of thy parts,
+And thou art wedded to calamity.
+

Enter ROMEO

+
+ +ROMEO +
+Father, what news? what is the prince's doom?
+What sorrow craves acquaintance at my hand,
+That I yet know not?
+
+ +FRIAR LAURENCE +
+Too familiar
+Is my dear son with such sour company:
+I bring thee tidings of the prince's doom.
+
+ +ROMEO +
+What less than dooms-day is the prince's doom?
+
+ +FRIAR LAURENCE +
+A gentler judgment vanish'd from his lips,
+Not body's death, but body's banishment.
+
+ +ROMEO +
+Ha, banishment! be merciful, say 'death;'
+For exile hath more terror in his look,
+Much more than death: do not say 'banishment.'
+
+ +FRIAR LAURENCE +
+Hence from Verona art thou banished:
+Be patient, for the world is broad and wide.
+
+ +ROMEO +
+There is no world without Verona walls,
+But purgatory, torture, hell itself.
+Hence-banished is banish'd from the world,
+And world's exile is death: then banished,
+Is death mis-term'd: calling death banishment,
+Thou cutt'st my head off with a golden axe,
+And smilest upon the stroke that murders me.
+
+ +FRIAR LAURENCE +
+O deadly sin! O rude unthankfulness!
+Thy fault our law calls death; but the kind prince,
+Taking thy part, hath rush'd aside the law,
+And turn'd that black word death to banishment:
+This is dear mercy, and thou seest it not.
+
+ +ROMEO +
+'Tis torture, and not mercy: heaven is here,
+Where Juliet lives; and every cat and dog
+And little mouse, every unworthy thing,
+Live here in heaven and may look on her;
+But Romeo may not: more validity,
+More honourable state, more courtship lives
+In carrion-flies than Romeo: they my seize
+On the white wonder of dear Juliet's hand
+And steal immortal blessing from her lips,
+Who even in pure and vestal modesty,
+Still blush, as thinking their own kisses sin;
+But Romeo may not; he is banished:
+Flies may do this, but I from this must fly:
+They are free men, but I am banished.
+And say'st thou yet that exile is not death?
+Hadst thou no poison mix'd, no sharp-ground knife,
+No sudden mean of death, though ne'er so mean,
+But 'banished' to kill me?--'banished'?
+O friar, the damned use that word in hell;
+Howlings attend it: how hast thou the heart,
+Being a divine, a ghostly confessor,
+A sin-absolver, and my friend profess'd,
+To mangle me with that word 'banished'?
+
+ +FRIAR LAURENCE +
+Thou fond mad man, hear me but speak a word.
+
+ +ROMEO +
+O, thou wilt speak again of banishment.
+
+ +FRIAR LAURENCE +
+I'll give thee armour to keep off that word:
+Adversity's sweet milk, philosophy,
+To comfort thee, though thou art banished.
+
+ +ROMEO +
+Yet 'banished'? Hang up philosophy!
+Unless philosophy can make a Juliet,
+Displant a town, reverse a prince's doom,
+It helps not, it prevails not: talk no more.
+
+ +FRIAR LAURENCE +
+O, then I see that madmen have no ears.
+
+ +ROMEO +
+How should they, when that wise men have no eyes?
+
+ +FRIAR LAURENCE +
+Let me dispute with thee of thy estate.
+
+ +ROMEO +
+Thou canst not speak of that thou dost not feel:
+Wert thou as young as I, Juliet thy love,
+An hour but married, Tybalt murdered,
+Doting like me and like me banished,
+Then mightst thou speak, then mightst thou tear thy hair,
+And fall upon the ground, as I do now,
+Taking the measure of an unmade grave.
+

Knocking within

+
+ +FRIAR LAURENCE +
+Arise; one knocks; good Romeo, hide thyself.
+
+ +ROMEO +
+Not I; unless the breath of heartsick groans,
+Mist-like, infold me from the search of eyes.
+

Knocking

+
+ +FRIAR LAURENCE +
+Hark, how they knock! Who's there? Romeo, arise;
+Thou wilt be taken. Stay awhile! Stand up;
+

Knocking

+Run to my study. By and by! God's will,
+What simpleness is this! I come, I come!
+

Knocking

+Who knocks so hard? whence come you? what's your will?
+
+ +Nurse +
+[Within] Let me come in, and you shall know
+my errand;
+I come from Lady Juliet.
+
+ +FRIAR LAURENCE +
+Welcome, then.
+

Enter Nurse

+
+ +Nurse +
+O holy friar, O, tell me, holy friar,
+Where is my lady's lord, where's Romeo?
+
+ +FRIAR LAURENCE +
+There on the ground, with his own tears made drunk.
+
+ +Nurse +
+O, he is even in my mistress' case,
+Just in her case! O woful sympathy!
+Piteous predicament! Even so lies she,
+Blubbering and weeping, weeping and blubbering.
+Stand up, stand up; stand, and you be a man:
+For Juliet's sake, for her sake, rise and stand;
+Why should you fall into so deep an O?
+
+ +ROMEO +
+Nurse!
+
+ +Nurse +
+Ah sir! ah sir! Well, death's the end of all.
+
+ +ROMEO +
+Spakest thou of Juliet? how is it with her?
+Doth she not think me an old murderer,
+Now I have stain'd the childhood of our joy
+With blood removed but little from her own?
+Where is she? and how doth she? and what says
+My conceal'd lady to our cancell'd love?
+
+ +Nurse +
+O, she says nothing, sir, but weeps and weeps;
+And now falls on her bed; and then starts up,
+And Tybalt calls; and then on Romeo cries,
+And then down falls again.
+
+ +ROMEO +
+As if that name,
+Shot from the deadly level of a gun,
+Did murder her; as that name's cursed hand
+Murder'd her kinsman. O, tell me, friar, tell me,
+In what vile part of this anatomy
+Doth my name lodge? tell me, that I may sack
+The hateful mansion.
+

Drawing his sword

+
+ +FRIAR LAURENCE +
+Hold thy desperate hand:
+Art thou a man? thy form cries out thou art:
+Thy tears are womanish; thy wild acts denote
+The unreasonable fury of a beast:
+Unseemly woman in a seeming man!
+Or ill-beseeming beast in seeming both!
+Thou hast amazed me: by my holy order,
+I thought thy disposition better temper'd.
+Hast thou slain Tybalt? wilt thou slay thyself?
+And stay thy lady too that lives in thee,
+By doing damned hate upon thyself?
+Why rail'st thou on thy birth, the heaven, and earth?
+Since birth, and heaven, and earth, all three do meet
+In thee at once; which thou at once wouldst lose.
+Fie, fie, thou shamest thy shape, thy love, thy wit;
+Which, like a usurer, abound'st in all,
+And usest none in that true use indeed
+Which should bedeck thy shape, thy love, thy wit:
+Thy noble shape is but a form of wax,
+Digressing from the valour of a man;
+Thy dear love sworn but hollow perjury,
+Killing that love which thou hast vow'd to cherish;
+Thy wit, that ornament to shape and love,
+Misshapen in the conduct of them both,
+Like powder in a skitless soldier's flask,
+Is set afire by thine own ignorance,
+And thou dismember'd with thine own defence.
+What, rouse thee, man! thy Juliet is alive,
+For whose dear sake thou wast but lately dead;
+There art thou happy: Tybalt would kill thee,
+But thou slew'st Tybalt; there are thou happy too:
+The law that threaten'd death becomes thy friend
+And turns it to exile; there art thou happy:
+A pack of blessings lights up upon thy back;
+Happiness courts thee in her best array;
+But, like a misbehaved and sullen wench,
+Thou pout'st upon thy fortune and thy love:
+Take heed, take heed, for such die miserable.
+Go, get thee to thy love, as was decreed,
+Ascend her chamber, hence and comfort her:
+But look thou stay not till the watch be set,
+For then thou canst not pass to Mantua;
+Where thou shalt live, till we can find a time
+To blaze your marriage, reconcile your friends,
+Beg pardon of the prince, and call thee back
+With twenty hundred thousand times more joy
+Than thou went'st forth in lamentation.
+Go before, nurse: commend me to thy lady;
+And bid her hasten all the house to bed,
+Which heavy sorrow makes them apt unto:
+Romeo is coming.
+
+ +Nurse +
+O Lord, I could have stay'd here all the night
+To hear good counsel: O, what learning is!
+My lord, I'll tell my lady you will come.
+
+ +ROMEO +
+Do so, and bid my sweet prepare to chide.
+
+ +Nurse +
+Here, sir, a ring she bid me give you, sir:
+Hie you, make haste, for it grows very late.
+

Exit

+
+ +ROMEO +
+How well my comfort is revived by this!
+
+ +FRIAR LAURENCE +
+Go hence; good night; and here stands all your state:
+Either be gone before the watch be set,
+Or by the break of day disguised from hence:
+Sojourn in Mantua; I'll find out your man,
+And he shall signify from time to time
+Every good hap to you that chances here:
+Give me thy hand; 'tis late: farewell; good night.
+
+ +ROMEO +
+But that a joy past joy calls out on me,
+It were a grief, so brief to part with thee: Farewell.
+

Exeunt

+
+

SCENE IV. A room in Capulet's house.

+

+Enter CAPULET, LADY CAPULET, and PARIS +
+ +CAPULET +
+Things have fall'n out, sir, so unluckily,
+That we have had no time to move our daughter:
+Look you, she loved her kinsman Tybalt dearly,
+And so did I:--Well, we were born to die.
+'Tis very late, she'll not come down to-night:
+I promise you, but for your company,
+I would have been a-bed an hour ago.
+
+ +PARIS +
+These times of woe afford no time to woo.
+Madam, good night: commend me to your daughter.
+
+ +LADY CAPULET +
+I will, and know her mind early to-morrow;
+To-night she is mew'd up to her heaviness.
+
+ +CAPULET +
+Sir Paris, I will make a desperate tender
+Of my child's love: I think she will be ruled
+In all respects by me; nay, more, I doubt it not.
+Wife, go you to her ere you go to bed;
+Acquaint her here of my son Paris' love;
+And bid her, mark you me, on Wednesday next--
+But, soft! what day is this?
+
+ +PARIS +
+Monday, my lord,
+
+ +CAPULET +
+Monday! ha, ha! Well, Wednesday is too soon,
+O' Thursday let it be: o' Thursday, tell her,
+She shall be married to this noble earl.
+Will you be ready? do you like this haste?
+We'll keep no great ado,--a friend or two;
+For, hark you, Tybalt being slain so late,
+It may be thought we held him carelessly,
+Being our kinsman, if we revel much:
+Therefore we'll have some half a dozen friends,
+And there an end. But what say you to Thursday?
+
+ +PARIS +
+My lord, I would that Thursday were to-morrow.
+
+ +CAPULET +
+Well get you gone: o' Thursday be it, then.
+Go you to Juliet ere you go to bed,
+Prepare her, wife, against this wedding-day.
+Farewell, my lord. Light to my chamber, ho!
+Afore me! it is so very very late,
+That we may call it early by and by.
+Good night.
+

Exeunt

+
+

SCENE V. Capulet's orchard.

+

+Enter ROMEO and JULIET above, at the window +
+ +JULIET +
+Wilt thou be gone? it is not yet near day:
+It was the nightingale, and not the lark,
+That pierced the fearful hollow of thine ear;
+Nightly she sings on yon pomegranate-tree:
+Believe me, love, it was the nightingale.
+
+ +ROMEO +
+It was the lark, the herald of the morn,
+No nightingale: look, love, what envious streaks
+Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east:
+Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day
+Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops.
+I must be gone and live, or stay and die.
+
+ +JULIET +
+Yon light is not day-light, I know it, I:
+It is some meteor that the sun exhales,
+To be to thee this night a torch-bearer,
+And light thee on thy way to Mantua:
+Therefore stay yet; thou need'st not to be gone.
+
+ +ROMEO +
+Let me be ta'en, let me be put to death;
+I am content, so thou wilt have it so.
+I'll say yon grey is not the morning's eye,
+'Tis but the pale reflex of Cynthia's brow;
+Nor that is not the lark, whose notes do beat
+The vaulty heaven so high above our heads:
+I have more care to stay than will to go:
+Come, death, and welcome! Juliet wills it so.
+How is't, my soul? let's talk; it is not day.
+
+ +JULIET +
+It is, it is: hie hence, be gone, away!
+It is the lark that sings so out of tune,
+Straining harsh discords and unpleasing sharps.
+Some say the lark makes sweet division;
+This doth not so, for she divideth us:
+Some say the lark and loathed toad change eyes,
+O, now I would they had changed voices too!
+Since arm from arm that voice doth us affray,
+Hunting thee hence with hunt's-up to the day,
+O, now be gone; more light and light it grows.
+
+ +ROMEO +
+More light and light; more dark and dark our woes!
+

Enter Nurse, to the chamber

+
+ +Nurse +
+Madam!
+
+ +JULIET +
+Nurse?
+
+ +Nurse +
+Your lady mother is coming to your chamber:
+The day is broke; be wary, look about.
+

Exit

+
+ +JULIET +
+Then, window, let day in, and let life out.
+
+ +ROMEO +
+Farewell, farewell! one kiss, and I'll descend.
+

He goeth down

+
+ +JULIET +
+Art thou gone so? love, lord, ay, husband, friend!
+I must hear from thee every day in the hour,
+For in a minute there are many days:
+O, by this count I shall be much in years
+Ere I again behold my Romeo!
+
+ +ROMEO +
+Farewell!
+I will omit no opportunity
+That may convey my greetings, love, to thee.
+
+ +JULIET +
+O think'st thou we shall ever meet again?
+
+ +ROMEO +
+I doubt it not; and all these woes shall serve
+For sweet discourses in our time to come.
+
+ +JULIET +
+O God, I have an ill-divining soul!
+Methinks I see thee, now thou art below,
+As one dead in the bottom of a tomb:
+Either my eyesight fails, or thou look'st pale.
+
+ +ROMEO +
+And trust me, love, in my eye so do you:
+Dry sorrow drinks our blood. Adieu, adieu!
+

Exit

+
+ +JULIET +
+O fortune, fortune! all men call thee fickle:
+If thou art fickle, what dost thou with him.
+That is renown'd for faith? Be fickle, fortune;
+For then, I hope, thou wilt not keep him long,
+But send him back.
+
+ +LADY CAPULET +
+[Within] Ho, daughter! are you up?
+
+ +JULIET +
+Who is't that calls? is it my lady mother?
+Is she not down so late, or up so early?
+What unaccustom'd cause procures her hither?
+

Enter LADY CAPULET

+
+ +LADY CAPULET +
+Why, how now, Juliet!
+
+ +JULIET +
+Madam, I am not well.
+
+ +LADY CAPULET +
+Evermore weeping for your cousin's death?
+What, wilt thou wash him from his grave with tears?
+An if thou couldst, thou couldst not make him live;
+Therefore, have done: some grief shows much of love;
+But much of grief shows still some want of wit.
+
+ +JULIET +
+Yet let me weep for such a feeling loss.
+
+ +LADY CAPULET +
+So shall you feel the loss, but not the friend
+Which you weep for.
+
+ +JULIET +
+Feeling so the loss,
+Cannot choose but ever weep the friend.
+
+ +LADY CAPULET +
+Well, girl, thou weep'st not so much for his death,
+As that the villain lives which slaughter'd him.
+
+ +JULIET +
+What villain madam?
+
+ +LADY CAPULET +
+That same villain, Romeo.
+
+ +JULIET +
+[Aside] Villain and he be many miles asunder.--
+God Pardon him! I do, with all my heart;
+And yet no man like he doth grieve my heart.
+
+ +LADY CAPULET +
+That is, because the traitor murderer lives.
+
+ +JULIET +
+Ay, madam, from the reach of these my hands:
+Would none but I might venge my cousin's death!
+
+ +LADY CAPULET +
+We will have vengeance for it, fear thou not:
+Then weep no more. I'll send to one in Mantua,
+Where that same banish'd runagate doth live,
+Shall give him such an unaccustom'd dram,
+That he shall soon keep Tybalt company:
+And then, I hope, thou wilt be satisfied.
+
+ +JULIET +
+Indeed, I never shall be satisfied
+With Romeo, till I behold him--dead--
+Is my poor heart for a kinsman vex'd.
+Madam, if you could find out but a man
+To bear a poison, I would temper it;
+That Romeo should, upon receipt thereof,
+Soon sleep in quiet. O, how my heart abhors
+To hear him named, and cannot come to him.
+To wreak the love I bore my cousin
+Upon his body that slaughter'd him!
+
+ +LADY CAPULET +
+Find thou the means, and I'll find such a man.
+But now I'll tell thee joyful tidings, girl.
+
+ +JULIET +
+And joy comes well in such a needy time:
+What are they, I beseech your ladyship?
+
+ +LADY CAPULET +
+Well, well, thou hast a careful father, child;
+One who, to put thee from thy heaviness,
+Hath sorted out a sudden day of joy,
+That thou expect'st not nor I look'd not for.
+
+ +JULIET +
+Madam, in happy time, what day is that?
+
+ +LADY CAPULET +
+Marry, my child, early next Thursday morn,
+The gallant, young and noble gentleman,
+The County Paris, at Saint Peter's Church,
+Shall happily make thee there a joyful bride.
+
+ +JULIET +
+Now, by Saint Peter's Church and Peter too,
+He shall not make me there a joyful bride.
+I wonder at this haste; that I must wed
+Ere he, that should be husband, comes to woo.
+I pray you, tell my lord and father, madam,
+I will not marry yet; and, when I do, I swear,
+It shall be Romeo, whom you know I hate,
+Rather than Paris. These are news indeed!
+
+ +LADY CAPULET +
+Here comes your father; tell him so yourself,
+And see how he will take it at your hands.
+

Enter CAPULET and Nurse

+
+ +CAPULET +
+When the sun sets, the air doth drizzle dew;
+But for the sunset of my brother's son
+It rains downright.
+How now! a conduit, girl? what, still in tears?
+Evermore showering? In one little body
+Thou counterfeit'st a bark, a sea, a wind;
+For still thy eyes, which I may call the sea,
+Do ebb and flow with tears; the bark thy body is,
+Sailing in this salt flood; the winds, thy sighs;
+Who, raging with thy tears, and they with them,
+Without a sudden calm, will overset
+Thy tempest-tossed body. How now, wife!
+Have you deliver'd to her our decree?
+
+ +LADY CAPULET +
+Ay, sir; but she will none, she gives you thanks.
+I would the fool were married to her grave!
+
+ +CAPULET +
+Soft! take me with you, take me with you, wife.
+How! will she none? doth she not give us thanks?
+Is she not proud? doth she not count her blest,
+Unworthy as she is, that we have wrought
+So worthy a gentleman to be her bridegroom?
+
+ +JULIET +
+Not proud, you have; but thankful, that you have:
+Proud can I never be of what I hate;
+But thankful even for hate, that is meant love.
+
+ +CAPULET +
+How now, how now, chop-logic! What is this?
+'Proud,' and 'I thank you,' and 'I thank you not;'
+And yet 'not proud,' mistress minion, you,
+Thank me no thankings, nor, proud me no prouds,
+But fettle your fine joints 'gainst Thursday next,
+To go with Paris to Saint Peter's Church,
+Or I will drag thee on a hurdle thither.
+Out, you green-sickness carrion! out, you baggage!
+You tallow-face!
+
+ +LADY CAPULET +
+ Fie, fie! what, are you mad?
+
+ +JULIET +
+Good father, I beseech you on my knees,
+Hear me with patience but to speak a word.
+
+ +CAPULET +
+Hang thee, young baggage! disobedient wretch!
+I tell thee what: get thee to church o' Thursday,
+Or never after look me in the face:
+Speak not, reply not, do not answer me;
+My fingers itch. Wife, we scarce thought us blest
+That God had lent us but this only child;
+But now I see this one is one too much,
+And that we have a curse in having her:
+Out on her, hilding!
+
+ +Nurse +
+God in heaven bless her!
+You are to blame, my lord, to rate her so.
+
+ +CAPULET +
+And why, my lady wisdom? hold your tongue,
+Good prudence; smatter with your gossips, go.
+
+ +Nurse +
+I speak no treason.
+
+ +CAPULET +
+O, God ye god-den.
+
+ +Nurse +
+May not one speak?
+
+ +CAPULET +
+ Peace, you mumbling fool!
+Utter your gravity o'er a gossip's bowl;
+For here we need it not.
+
+ +LADY CAPULET +
+You are too hot.
+
+ +CAPULET +
+God's bread! it makes me mad:
+Day, night, hour, tide, time, work, play,
+Alone, in company, still my care hath been
+To have her match'd: and having now provided
+A gentleman of noble parentage,
+Of fair demesnes, youthful, and nobly train'd,
+Stuff'd, as they say, with honourable parts,
+Proportion'd as one's thought would wish a man;
+And then to have a wretched puling fool,
+A whining mammet, in her fortune's tender,
+To answer 'I'll not wed; I cannot love,
+I am too young; I pray you, pardon me.'
+But, as you will not wed, I'll pardon you:
+Graze where you will you shall not house with me:
+Look to't, think on't, I do not use to jest.
+Thursday is near; lay hand on heart, advise:
+An you be mine, I'll give you to my friend;
+And you be not, hang, beg, starve, die in
+the streets,
+For, by my soul, I'll ne'er acknowledge thee,
+Nor what is mine shall never do thee good:
+Trust to't, bethink you; I'll not be forsworn.
+

Exit

+
+ +JULIET +
+Is there no pity sitting in the clouds,
+That sees into the bottom of my grief?
+O, sweet my mother, cast me not away!
+Delay this marriage for a month, a week;
+Or, if you do not, make the bridal bed
+In that dim monument where Tybalt lies.
+
+ +LADY CAPULET +
+Talk not to me, for I'll not speak a word:
+Do as thou wilt, for I have done with thee.
+

Exit

+
+ +JULIET +
+O God!--O nurse, how shall this be prevented?
+My husband is on earth, my faith in heaven;
+How shall that faith return again to earth,
+Unless that husband send it me from heaven
+By leaving earth? comfort me, counsel me.
+Alack, alack, that heaven should practise stratagems
+Upon so soft a subject as myself!
+What say'st thou? hast thou not a word of joy?
+Some comfort, nurse.
+
+ +Nurse +
+Faith, here it is.
+Romeo is banish'd; and all the world to nothing,
+That he dares ne'er come back to challenge you;
+Or, if he do, it needs must be by stealth.
+Then, since the case so stands as now it doth,
+I think it best you married with the county.
+O, he's a lovely gentleman!
+Romeo's a dishclout to him: an eagle, madam,
+Hath not so green, so quick, so fair an eye
+As Paris hath. Beshrew my very heart,
+I think you are happy in this second match,
+For it excels your first: or if it did not,
+Your first is dead; or 'twere as good he were,
+As living here and you no use of him.
+
+ +JULIET +
+Speakest thou from thy heart?
+
+ +Nurse +
+And from my soul too;
+Or else beshrew them both.
+
+ +JULIET +
+Amen!
+
+ +Nurse +
+What?
+
+ +JULIET +
+Well, thou hast comforted me marvellous much.
+Go in: and tell my lady I am gone,
+Having displeased my father, to Laurence' cell,
+To make confession and to be absolved.
+
+ +Nurse +
+Marry, I will; and this is wisely done.
+

Exit

+
+ +JULIET +
+Ancient damnation! O most wicked fiend!
+Is it more sin to wish me thus forsworn,
+Or to dispraise my lord with that same tongue
+Which she hath praised him with above compare
+So many thousand times? Go, counsellor;
+Thou and my bosom henceforth shall be twain.
+I'll to the friar, to know his remedy:
+If all else fail, myself have power to die.
+

Exit

+

+

ACT IV

+

SCENE I. Friar Laurence's cell.

+

+Enter FRIAR LAURENCE and PARIS +
+ +FRIAR LAURENCE +
+On Thursday, sir? the time is very short.
+
+ +PARIS +
+My father Capulet will have it so;
+And I am nothing slow to slack his haste.
+
+ +FRIAR LAURENCE +
+You say you do not know the lady's mind:
+Uneven is the course, I like it not.
+
+ +PARIS +
+Immoderately she weeps for Tybalt's death,
+And therefore have I little talk'd of love;
+For Venus smiles not in a house of tears.
+Now, sir, her father counts it dangerous
+That she doth give her sorrow so much sway,
+And in his wisdom hastes our marriage,
+To stop the inundation of her tears;
+Which, too much minded by herself alone,
+May be put from her by society:
+Now do you know the reason of this haste.
+
+ +FRIAR LAURENCE +
+[Aside] I would I knew not why it should be slow'd.
+Look, sir, here comes the lady towards my cell.
+

Enter JULIET

+
+ +PARIS +
+Happily met, my lady and my wife!
+
+ +JULIET +
+That may be, sir, when I may be a wife.
+
+ +PARIS +
+That may be must be, love, on Thursday next.
+
+ +JULIET +
+What must be shall be.
+
+ +FRIAR LAURENCE +
+That's a certain text.
+
+ +PARIS +
+Come you to make confession to this father?
+
+ +JULIET +
+To answer that, I should confess to you.
+
+ +PARIS +
+Do not deny to him that you love me.
+
+ +JULIET +
+I will confess to you that I love him.
+
+ +PARIS +
+So will ye, I am sure, that you love me.
+
+ +JULIET +
+If I do so, it will be of more price,
+Being spoke behind your back, than to your face.
+
+ +PARIS +
+Poor soul, thy face is much abused with tears.
+
+ +JULIET +
+The tears have got small victory by that;
+For it was bad enough before their spite.
+
+ +PARIS +
+Thou wrong'st it, more than tears, with that report.
+
+ +JULIET +
+That is no slander, sir, which is a truth;
+And what I spake, I spake it to my face.
+
+ +PARIS +
+Thy face is mine, and thou hast slander'd it.
+
+ +JULIET +
+It may be so, for it is not mine own.
+Are you at leisure, holy father, now;
+Or shall I come to you at evening mass?
+
+ +FRIAR LAURENCE +
+My leisure serves me, pensive daughter, now.
+My lord, we must entreat the time alone.
+
+ +PARIS +
+God shield I should disturb devotion!
+Juliet, on Thursday early will I rouse ye:
+Till then, adieu; and keep this holy kiss.
+

Exit

+
+ +JULIET +
+O shut the door! and when thou hast done so,
+Come weep with me; past hope, past cure, past help!
+
+ +FRIAR LAURENCE +
+Ah, Juliet, I already know thy grief;
+It strains me past the compass of my wits:
+I hear thou must, and nothing may prorogue it,
+On Thursday next be married to this county.
+
+ +JULIET +
+Tell me not, friar, that thou hear'st of this,
+Unless thou tell me how I may prevent it:
+If, in thy wisdom, thou canst give no help,
+Do thou but call my resolution wise,
+And with this knife I'll help it presently.
+God join'd my heart and Romeo's, thou our hands;
+And ere this hand, by thee to Romeo seal'd,
+Shall be the label to another deed,
+Or my true heart with treacherous revolt
+Turn to another, this shall slay them both:
+Therefore, out of thy long-experienced time,
+Give me some present counsel, or, behold,
+'Twixt my extremes and me this bloody knife
+Shall play the umpire, arbitrating that
+Which the commission of thy years and art
+Could to no issue of true honour bring.
+Be not so long to speak; I long to die,
+If what thou speak'st speak not of remedy.
+
+ +FRIAR LAURENCE +
+Hold, daughter: I do spy a kind of hope,
+Which craves as desperate an execution.
+As that is desperate which we would prevent.
+If, rather than to marry County Paris,
+Thou hast the strength of will to slay thyself,
+Then is it likely thou wilt undertake
+A thing like death to chide away this shame,
+That copest with death himself to scape from it:
+And, if thou darest, I'll give thee remedy.
+
+ +JULIET +
+O, bid me leap, rather than marry Paris,
+From off the battlements of yonder tower;
+Or walk in thievish ways; or bid me lurk
+Where serpents are; chain me with roaring bears;
+Or shut me nightly in a charnel-house,
+O'er-cover'd quite with dead men's rattling bones,
+With reeky shanks and yellow chapless skulls;
+Or bid me go into a new-made grave
+And hide me with a dead man in his shroud;
+Things that, to hear them told, have made me tremble;
+And I will do it without fear or doubt,
+To live an unstain'd wife to my sweet love.
+
+ +FRIAR LAURENCE +
+Hold, then; go home, be merry, give consent
+To marry Paris: Wednesday is to-morrow:
+To-morrow night look that thou lie alone;
+Let not thy nurse lie with thee in thy chamber:
+Take thou this vial, being then in bed,
+And this distilled liquor drink thou off;
+When presently through all thy veins shall run
+A cold and drowsy humour, for no pulse
+Shall keep his native progress, but surcease:
+No warmth, no breath, shall testify thou livest;
+The roses in thy lips and cheeks shall fade
+To paly ashes, thy eyes' windows fall,
+Like death, when he shuts up the day of life;
+Each part, deprived of supple government,
+Shall, stiff and stark and cold, appear like death:
+And in this borrow'd likeness of shrunk death
+Thou shalt continue two and forty hours,
+And then awake as from a pleasant sleep.
+Now, when the bridegroom in the morning comes
+To rouse thee from thy bed, there art thou dead:
+Then, as the manner of our country is,
+In thy best robes uncover'd on the bier
+Thou shalt be borne to that same ancient vault
+Where all the kindred of the Capulets lie.
+In the mean time, against thou shalt awake,
+Shall Romeo by my letters know our drift,
+And hither shall he come: and he and I
+Will watch thy waking, and that very night
+Shall Romeo bear thee hence to Mantua.
+And this shall free thee from this present shame;
+If no inconstant toy, nor womanish fear,
+Abate thy valour in the acting it.
+
+ +JULIET +
+Give me, give me! O, tell not me of fear!
+
+ +FRIAR LAURENCE +
+Hold; get you gone, be strong and prosperous
+In this resolve: I'll send a friar with speed
+To Mantua, with my letters to thy lord.
+
+ +JULIET +
+Love give me strength! and strength shall help afford.
+Farewell, dear father!
+

Exeunt

+
+

SCENE II. Hall in Capulet's house.

+

+Enter CAPULET, LADY CAPULET, Nurse, and two Servingmen +
+ +CAPULET +
+So many guests invite as here are writ.
+

Exit First Servant

+Sirrah, go hire me twenty cunning cooks.
+
+ +Second Servant +
+You shall have none ill, sir; for I'll try if they
+can lick their fingers.
+
+ +CAPULET +
+How canst thou try them so?
+
+ +Second Servant +
+Marry, sir, 'tis an ill cook that cannot lick his
+own fingers: therefore he that cannot lick his
+fingers goes not with me.
+
+ +CAPULET +
+Go, be gone.
+

Exit Second Servant

+We shall be much unfurnished for this time.
+What, is my daughter gone to Friar Laurence?
+
+ +Nurse +
+Ay, forsooth.
+
+ +CAPULET +
+Well, he may chance to do some good on her:
+A peevish self-will'd harlotry it is.
+
+ +Nurse +
+See where she comes from shrift with merry look.
+

Enter JULIET

+
+ +CAPULET +
+How now, my headstrong! where have you been gadding?
+
+ +JULIET +
+Where I have learn'd me to repent the sin
+Of disobedient opposition
+To you and your behests, and am enjoin'd
+By holy Laurence to fall prostrate here,
+And beg your pardon: pardon, I beseech you!
+Henceforward I am ever ruled by you.
+
+ +CAPULET +
+Send for the county; go tell him of this:
+I'll have this knot knit up to-morrow morning.
+
+ +JULIET +
+I met the youthful lord at Laurence' cell;
+And gave him what becomed love I might,
+Not step o'er the bounds of modesty.
+
+ +CAPULET +
+Why, I am glad on't; this is well: stand up:
+This is as't should be. Let me see the county;
+Ay, marry, go, I say, and fetch him hither.
+Now, afore God! this reverend holy friar,
+Our whole city is much bound to him.
+
+ +JULIET +
+Nurse, will you go with me into my closet,
+To help me sort such needful ornaments
+As you think fit to furnish me to-morrow?
+
+ +LADY CAPULET +
+No, not till Thursday; there is time enough.
+
+ +CAPULET +
+Go, nurse, go with her: we'll to church to-morrow.
+

Exeunt JULIET and Nurse

+
+ +LADY CAPULET +
+We shall be short in our provision:
+'Tis now near night.
+
+ +CAPULET +
+Tush, I will stir about,
+And all things shall be well, I warrant thee, wife:
+Go thou to Juliet, help to deck up her;
+I'll not to bed to-night; let me alone;
+I'll play the housewife for this once. What, ho!
+They are all forth. Well, I will walk myself
+To County Paris, to prepare him up
+Against to-morrow: my heart is wondrous light,
+Since this same wayward girl is so reclaim'd.
+

Exeunt

+
+

SCENE III. Juliet's chamber.

+

+Enter JULIET and Nurse +
+ +JULIET +
+Ay, those attires are best: but, gentle nurse,
+I pray thee, leave me to my self to-night,
+For I have need of many orisons
+To move the heavens to smile upon my state,
+Which, well thou know'st, is cross, and full of sin.
+

Enter LADY CAPULET

+
+ +LADY CAPULET +
+What, are you busy, ho? need you my help?
+
+ +JULIET +
+No, madam; we have cull'd such necessaries
+As are behoveful for our state to-morrow:
+So please you, let me now be left alone,
+And let the nurse this night sit up with you;
+For, I am sure, you have your hands full all,
+In this so sudden business.
+
+ +LADY CAPULET +
+Good night:
+Get thee to bed, and rest; for thou hast need.
+

Exeunt LADY CAPULET and Nurse

+
+ +JULIET +
+Farewell! God knows when we shall meet again.
+I have a faint cold fear thrills through my veins,
+That almost freezes up the heat of life:
+I'll call them back again to comfort me:
+Nurse! What should she do here?
+My dismal scene I needs must act alone.
+Come, vial.
+What if this mixture do not work at all?
+Shall I be married then to-morrow morning?
+No, no: this shall forbid it: lie thou there.
+

Laying down her dagger

+What if it be a poison, which the friar
+Subtly hath minister'd to have me dead,
+Lest in this marriage he should be dishonour'd,
+Because he married me before to Romeo?
+I fear it is: and yet, methinks, it should not,
+For he hath still been tried a holy man.
+How if, when I am laid into the tomb,
+I wake before the time that Romeo
+Come to redeem me? there's a fearful point!
+Shall I not, then, be stifled in the vault,
+To whose foul mouth no healthsome air breathes in,
+And there die strangled ere my Romeo comes?
+Or, if I live, is it not very like,
+The horrible conceit of death and night,
+Together with the terror of the place,--
+As in a vault, an ancient receptacle,
+Where, for these many hundred years, the bones
+Of all my buried ancestors are packed:
+Where bloody Tybalt, yet but green in earth,
+Lies festering in his shroud; where, as they say,
+At some hours in the night spirits resort;--
+Alack, alack, is it not like that I,
+So early waking, what with loathsome smells,
+And shrieks like mandrakes' torn out of the earth,
+That living mortals, hearing them, run mad:--
+O, if I wake, shall I not be distraught,
+Environed with all these hideous fears?
+And madly play with my forefather's joints?
+And pluck the mangled Tybalt from his shroud?
+And, in this rage, with some great kinsman's bone,
+As with a club, dash out my desperate brains?
+O, look! methinks I see my cousin's ghost
+Seeking out Romeo, that did spit his body
+Upon a rapier's point: stay, Tybalt, stay!
+Romeo, I come! this do I drink to thee.
+

She falls upon her bed, within the curtains

+
+

SCENE IV. Hall in Capulet's house.

+

+Enter LADY CAPULET and Nurse +
+ +LADY CAPULET +
+Hold, take these keys, and fetch more spices, nurse.
+
+ +Nurse +
+They call for dates and quinces in the pastry.
+

Enter CAPULET

+
+ +CAPULET +
+Come, stir, stir, stir! the second cock hath crow'd,
+The curfew-bell hath rung, 'tis three o'clock:
+Look to the baked meats, good Angelica:
+Spare not for the cost.
+
+ +Nurse +
+Go, you cot-quean, go,
+Get you to bed; faith, You'll be sick to-morrow
+For this night's watching.
+
+ +CAPULET +
+No, not a whit: what! I have watch'd ere now
+All night for lesser cause, and ne'er been sick.
+
+ +LADY CAPULET +
+Ay, you have been a mouse-hunt in your time;
+But I will watch you from such watching now.
+

Exeunt LADY CAPULET and Nurse

+
+ +CAPULET +
+A jealous hood, a jealous hood!
+

Enter three or four Servingmen, with spits, logs, and baskets

+Now, fellow,
+What's there?
+
+ +First Servant +
+Things for the cook, sir; but I know not what.
+
+ +CAPULET +
+Make haste, make haste.
+

Exit First Servant

+Sirrah, fetch drier logs:
+Call Peter, he will show thee where they are.
+
+ +Second Servant +
+I have a head, sir, that will find out logs,
+And never trouble Peter for the matter.
+

Exit

+
+ +CAPULET +
+Mass, and well said; a merry whoreson, ha!
+Thou shalt be logger-head. Good faith, 'tis day:
+The county will be here with music straight,
+For so he said he would: I hear him near.
+

Music within

+Nurse! Wife! What, ho! What, nurse, I say!
+

Re-enter Nurse

+Go waken Juliet, go and trim her up;
+I'll go and chat with Paris: hie, make haste,
+Make haste; the bridegroom he is come already:
+Make haste, I say.
+

Exeunt

+
+

SCENE V. Juliet's chamber.

+

+Enter Nurse +
+ +Nurse +
+Mistress! what, mistress! Juliet! fast, I warrant her, she:
+Why, lamb! why, lady! fie, you slug-a-bed!
+Why, love, I say! madam! sweet-heart! why, bride!
+What, not a word? you take your pennyworths now;
+Sleep for a week; for the next night, I warrant,
+The County Paris hath set up his rest,
+That you shall rest but little. God forgive me,
+Marry, and amen, how sound is she asleep!
+I must needs wake her. Madam, madam, madam!
+Ay, let the county take you in your bed;
+He'll fright you up, i' faith. Will it not be?
+

Undraws the curtains

+What, dress'd! and in your clothes! and down again!
+I must needs wake you; Lady! lady! lady!
+Alas, alas! Help, help! my lady's dead!
+O, well-a-day, that ever I was born!
+Some aqua vitae, ho! My lord! my lady!
+

Enter LADY CAPULET

+
+ +LADY CAPULET +
+What noise is here?
+
+ +Nurse +
+O lamentable day!
+
+ +LADY CAPULET +
+What is the matter?
+
+ +Nurse +
+Look, look! O heavy day!
+
+ +LADY CAPULET +
+O me, O me! My child, my only life,
+Revive, look up, or I will die with thee!
+Help, help! Call help.
+

Enter CAPULET

+
+ +CAPULET +
+For shame, bring Juliet forth; her lord is come.
+
+ +Nurse +
+She's dead, deceased, she's dead; alack the day!
+
+ +LADY CAPULET +
+Alack the day, she's dead, she's dead, she's dead!
+
+ +CAPULET +
+Ha! let me see her: out, alas! she's cold:
+Her blood is settled, and her joints are stiff;
+Life and these lips have long been separated:
+Death lies on her like an untimely frost
+Upon the sweetest flower of all the field.
+
+ +Nurse +
+O lamentable day!
+
+ +LADY CAPULET +
+ O woful time!
+
+ +CAPULET +
+Death, that hath ta'en her hence to make me wail,
+Ties up my tongue, and will not let me speak.
+

Enter FRIAR LAURENCE and PARIS, with Musicians

+
+ +FRIAR LAURENCE +
+Come, is the bride ready to go to church?
+
+ +CAPULET +
+Ready to go, but never to return.
+O son! the night before thy wedding-day
+Hath Death lain with thy wife. There she lies,
+Flower as she was, deflowered by him.
+Death is my son-in-law, Death is my heir;
+My daughter he hath wedded: I will die,
+And leave him all; life, living, all is Death's.
+
+ +PARIS +
+Have I thought long to see this morning's face,
+And doth it give me such a sight as this?
+
+ +LADY CAPULET +
+Accursed, unhappy, wretched, hateful day!
+Most miserable hour that e'er time saw
+In lasting labour of his pilgrimage!
+But one, poor one, one poor and loving child,
+But one thing to rejoice and solace in,
+And cruel death hath catch'd it from my sight!
+
+ +Nurse +
+O woe! O woful, woful, woful day!
+Most lamentable day, most woful day,
+That ever, ever, I did yet behold!
+O day! O day! O day! O hateful day!
+Never was seen so black a day as this:
+O woful day, O woful day!
+
+ +PARIS +
+Beguiled, divorced, wronged, spited, slain!
+Most detestable death, by thee beguil'd,
+By cruel cruel thee quite overthrown!
+O love! O life! not life, but love in death!
+
+ +CAPULET +
+Despised, distressed, hated, martyr'd, kill'd!
+Uncomfortable time, why camest thou now
+To murder, murder our solemnity?
+O child! O child! my soul, and not my child!
+Dead art thou! Alack! my child is dead;
+And with my child my joys are buried.
+
+ +FRIAR LAURENCE +
+Peace, ho, for shame! confusion's cure lives not
+In these confusions. Heaven and yourself
+Had part in this fair maid; now heaven hath all,
+And all the better is it for the maid:
+Your part in her you could not keep from death,
+But heaven keeps his part in eternal life.
+The most you sought was her promotion;
+For 'twas your heaven she should be advanced:
+And weep ye now, seeing she is advanced
+Above the clouds, as high as heaven itself?
+O, in this love, you love your child so ill,
+That you run mad, seeing that she is well:
+She's not well married that lives married long;
+But she's best married that dies married young.
+Dry up your tears, and stick your rosemary
+On this fair corse; and, as the custom is,
+In all her best array bear her to church:
+For though fond nature bids us an lament,
+Yet nature's tears are reason's merriment.
+
+ +CAPULET +
+All things that we ordained festival,
+Turn from their office to black funeral;
+Our instruments to melancholy bells,
+Our wedding cheer to a sad burial feast,
+Our solemn hymns to sullen dirges change,
+Our bridal flowers serve for a buried corse,
+And all things change them to the contrary.
+
+ +FRIAR LAURENCE +
+Sir, go you in; and, madam, go with him;
+And go, Sir Paris; every one prepare
+To follow this fair corse unto her grave:
+The heavens do lour upon you for some ill;
+Move them no more by crossing their high will.
+

Exeunt CAPULET, LADY CAPULET, PARIS, and FRIAR LAURENCE

+
+ +First Musician +
+Faith, we may put up our pipes, and be gone.
+
+ +Nurse +
+Honest goodfellows, ah, put up, put up;
+For, well you know, this is a pitiful case.
+

Exit

+
+ +First Musician +
+Ay, by my troth, the case may be amended.
+

Enter PETER

+
+ +PETER +
+Musicians, O, musicians, 'Heart's ease, Heart's
+ease:' O, an you will have me live, play 'Heart's ease.'
+
+ +First Musician +
+Why 'Heart's ease?'
+
+ +PETER +
+O, musicians, because my heart itself plays 'My
+heart is full of woe:' O, play me some merry dump,
+to comfort me.
+
+ +First Musician +
+Not a dump we; 'tis no time to play now.
+
+ +PETER +
+You will not, then?
+
+ +First Musician +
+No.
+
+ +PETER +
+I will then give it you soundly.
+
+ +First Musician +
+What will you give us?
+
+ +PETER +
+No money, on my faith, but the gleek;
+I will give you the minstrel.
+
+ +First Musician +
+Then I will give you the serving-creature.
+
+ +PETER +
+Then will I lay the serving-creature's dagger on
+your pate. I will carry no crotchets: I'll re you,
+I'll fa you; do you note me?
+
+ +First Musician +
+An you re us and fa us, you note us.
+
+ +Second Musician +
+Pray you, put up your dagger, and put out your wit.
+
+ +PETER +
+Then have at you with my wit! I will dry-beat you
+with an iron wit, and put up my iron dagger. Answer
+me like men:
+'When griping grief the heart doth wound,
+And doleful dumps the mind oppress,
+Then music with her silver sound'--
+why 'silver sound'? why 'music with her silver
+sound'? What say you, Simon Catling?
+
+ +Musician +
+Marry, sir, because silver hath a sweet sound.
+
+ +PETER +
+Pretty! What say you, Hugh Rebeck?
+
+ +Second Musician +
+I say 'silver sound,' because musicians sound for silver.
+
+ +PETER +
+Pretty too! What say you, James Soundpost?
+
+ +Third Musician +
+Faith, I know not what to say.
+
+ +PETER +
+O, I cry you mercy; you are the singer: I will say
+for you. It is 'music with her silver sound,'
+because musicians have no gold for sounding:
+'Then music with her silver sound
+With speedy help doth lend redress.'
+

Exit

+
+ +First Musician +
+What a pestilent knave is this same!
+
+ +Second Musician +
+Hang him, Jack! Come, we'll in here; tarry for the
+mourners, and stay dinner.
+

Exeunt

+

+

ACT V

+

SCENE I. Mantua. A street.

+

+Enter ROMEO +
+ +ROMEO +
+If I may trust the flattering truth of sleep,
+My dreams presage some joyful news at hand:
+My bosom's lord sits lightly in his throne;
+And all this day an unaccustom'd spirit
+Lifts me above the ground with cheerful thoughts.
+I dreamt my lady came and found me dead--
+Strange dream, that gives a dead man leave
+to think!--
+And breathed such life with kisses in my lips,
+That I revived, and was an emperor.
+Ah me! how sweet is love itself possess'd,
+When but love's shadows are so rich in joy!
+

Enter BALTHASAR, booted

+News from Verona!--How now, Balthasar!
+Dost thou not bring me letters from the friar?
+How doth my lady? Is my father well?
+How fares my Juliet? that I ask again;
+For nothing can be ill, if she be well.
+
+ +BALTHASAR +
+Then she is well, and nothing can be ill:
+Her body sleeps in Capel's monument,
+And her immortal part with angels lives.
+I saw her laid low in her kindred's vault,
+And presently took post to tell it you:
+O, pardon me for bringing these ill news,
+Since you did leave it for my office, sir.
+
+ +ROMEO +
+Is it even so? then I defy you, stars!
+Thou know'st my lodging: get me ink and paper,
+And hire post-horses; I will hence to-night.
+
+ +BALTHASAR +
+I do beseech you, sir, have patience:
+Your looks are pale and wild, and do import
+Some misadventure.
+
+ +ROMEO +
+ Tush, thou art deceived:
+Leave me, and do the thing I bid thee do.
+Hast thou no letters to me from the friar?
+
+ +BALTHASAR +
+No, my good lord.
+
+ +ROMEO +
+ No matter: get thee gone,
+And hire those horses; I'll be with thee straight.
+

Exit BALTHASAR

+Well, Juliet, I will lie with thee to-night.
+Let's see for means: O mischief, thou art swift
+To enter in the thoughts of desperate men!
+I do remember an apothecary,--
+And hereabouts he dwells,--which late I noted
+In tatter'd weeds, with overwhelming brows,
+Culling of simples; meagre were his looks,
+Sharp misery had worn him to the bones:
+And in his needy shop a tortoise hung,
+An alligator stuff'd, and other skins
+Of ill-shaped fishes; and about his shelves
+A beggarly account of empty boxes,
+Green earthen pots, bladders and musty seeds,
+Remnants of packthread and old cakes of roses,
+Were thinly scatter'd, to make up a show.
+Noting this penury, to myself I said
+'An if a man did need a poison now,
+Whose sale is present death in Mantua,
+Here lives a caitiff wretch would sell it him.'
+O, this same thought did but forerun my need;
+And this same needy man must sell it me.
+As I remember, this should be the house.
+Being holiday, the beggar's shop is shut.
+What, ho! apothecary!
+

Enter Apothecary

+
+ +Apothecary +
+Who calls so loud?
+
+ +ROMEO +
+Come hither, man. I see that thou art poor:
+Hold, there is forty ducats: let me have
+A dram of poison, such soon-speeding gear
+As will disperse itself through all the veins
+That the life-weary taker may fall dead
+And that the trunk may be discharged of breath
+As violently as hasty powder fired
+Doth hurry from the fatal cannon's womb.
+
+ +Apothecary +
+Such mortal drugs I have; but Mantua's law
+Is death to any he that utters them.
+
+ +ROMEO +
+Art thou so bare and full of wretchedness,
+And fear'st to die? famine is in thy cheeks,
+Need and oppression starveth in thine eyes,
+Contempt and beggary hangs upon thy back;
+The world is not thy friend nor the world's law;
+The world affords no law to make thee rich;
+Then be not poor, but break it, and take this.
+
+ +Apothecary +
+My poverty, but not my will, consents.
+
+ +ROMEO +
+I pay thy poverty, and not thy will.
+
+ +Apothecary +
+Put this in any liquid thing you will,
+And drink it off; and, if you had the strength
+Of twenty men, it would dispatch you straight.
+
+ +ROMEO +
+There is thy gold, worse poison to men's souls,
+Doing more murders in this loathsome world,
+Than these poor compounds that thou mayst not sell.
+I sell thee poison; thou hast sold me none.
+Farewell: buy food, and get thyself in flesh.
+Come, cordial and not poison, go with me
+To Juliet's grave; for there must I use thee.
+

Exeunt

+
+

SCENE II. Friar Laurence's cell.

+

+Enter FRIAR JOHN +
+ +FRIAR JOHN +
+Holy Franciscan friar! brother, ho!
+

Enter FRIAR LAURENCE

+
+ +FRIAR LAURENCE +
+This same should be the voice of Friar John.
+Welcome from Mantua: what says Romeo?
+Or, if his mind be writ, give me his letter.
+
+ +FRIAR JOHN +
+Going to find a bare-foot brother out
+One of our order, to associate me,
+Here in this city visiting the sick,
+And finding him, the searchers of the town,
+Suspecting that we both were in a house
+Where the infectious pestilence did reign,
+Seal'd up the doors, and would not let us forth;
+So that my speed to Mantua there was stay'd.
+
+ +FRIAR LAURENCE +
+Who bare my letter, then, to Romeo?
+
+ +FRIAR JOHN +
+I could not send it,--here it is again,--
+Nor get a messenger to bring it thee,
+So fearful were they of infection.
+
+ +FRIAR LAURENCE +
+Unhappy fortune! by my brotherhood,
+The letter was not nice but full of charge
+Of dear import, and the neglecting it
+May do much danger. Friar John, go hence;
+Get me an iron crow, and bring it straight
+Unto my cell.
+
+ +FRIAR JOHN +
+Brother, I'll go and bring it thee.
+

Exit

+
+ +FRIAR LAURENCE +
+Now must I to the monument alone;
+Within three hours will fair Juliet wake:
+She will beshrew me much that Romeo
+Hath had no notice of these accidents;
+But I will write again to Mantua,
+And keep her at my cell till Romeo come;
+Poor living corse, closed in a dead man's tomb!
+

Exit

+
+

SCENE III. A churchyard; in it a tomb belonging to the Capulets.

+

+Enter PARIS, and his Page bearing flowers and a torch +
+ +PARIS +
+Give me thy torch, boy: hence, and stand aloof:
+Yet put it out, for I would not be seen.
+Under yond yew-trees lay thee all along,
+Holding thine ear close to the hollow ground;
+So shall no foot upon the churchyard tread,
+Being loose, unfirm, with digging up of graves,
+But thou shalt hear it: whistle then to me,
+As signal that thou hear'st something approach.
+Give me those flowers. Do as I bid thee, go.
+
+ +PAGE +
+[Aside] I am almost afraid to stand alone
+Here in the churchyard; yet I will adventure.
+

Retires

+
+ +PARIS +
+Sweet flower, with flowers thy bridal bed I strew,--
+O woe! thy canopy is dust and stones;--
+Which with sweet water nightly I will dew,
+Or, wanting that, with tears distill'd by moans:
+The obsequies that I for thee will keep
+Nightly shall be to strew thy grave and weep.
+

The Page whistles

+The boy gives warning something doth approach.
+What cursed foot wanders this way to-night,
+To cross my obsequies and true love's rite?
+What with a torch! muffle me, night, awhile.
+

Retires

+

Enter ROMEO and BALTHASAR, with a torch, mattock, & c

+
+ +ROMEO +
+Give me that mattock and the wrenching iron.
+Hold, take this letter; early in the morning
+See thou deliver it to my lord and father.
+Give me the light: upon thy life, I charge thee,
+Whate'er thou hear'st or seest, stand all aloof,
+And do not interrupt me in my course.
+Why I descend into this bed of death,
+Is partly to behold my lady's face;
+But chiefly to take thence from her dead finger
+A precious ring, a ring that I must use
+In dear employment: therefore hence, be gone:
+But if thou, jealous, dost return to pry
+In what I further shall intend to do,
+By heaven, I will tear thee joint by joint
+And strew this hungry churchyard with thy limbs:
+The time and my intents are savage-wild,
+More fierce and more inexorable far
+Than empty tigers or the roaring sea.
+
+ +BALTHASAR +
+I will be gone, sir, and not trouble you.
+
+ +ROMEO +
+So shalt thou show me friendship. Take thou that:
+Live, and be prosperous: and farewell, good fellow.
+
+ +BALTHASAR +
+[Aside] For all this same, I'll hide me hereabout:
+His looks I fear, and his intents I doubt.
+

Retires

+
+ +ROMEO +
+Thou detestable maw, thou womb of death,
+Gorged with the dearest morsel of the earth,
+Thus I enforce thy rotten jaws to open,
+And, in despite, I'll cram thee with more food!
+

Opens the tomb

+
+ +PARIS +
+This is that banish'd haughty Montague,
+That murder'd my love's cousin, with which grief,
+It is supposed, the fair creature died;
+And here is come to do some villanous shame
+To the dead bodies: I will apprehend him.
+

Comes forward

+Stop thy unhallow'd toil, vile Montague!
+Can vengeance be pursued further than death?
+Condemned villain, I do apprehend thee:
+Obey, and go with me; for thou must die.
+
+ +ROMEO +
+I must indeed; and therefore came I hither.
+Good gentle youth, tempt not a desperate man;
+Fly hence, and leave me: think upon these gone;
+Let them affright thee. I beseech thee, youth,
+Put not another sin upon my head,
+By urging me to fury: O, be gone!
+By heaven, I love thee better than myself;
+For I come hither arm'd against myself:
+Stay not, be gone; live, and hereafter say,
+A madman's mercy bade thee run away.
+
+ +PARIS +
+I do defy thy conjurations,
+And apprehend thee for a felon here.
+
+ +ROMEO +
+Wilt thou provoke me? then have at thee, boy!
+

They fight

+
+ +PAGE +
+O Lord, they fight! I will go call the watch.
+

Exit

+
+ +PARIS +
+O, I am slain!
+

Falls

+If thou be merciful,
+Open the tomb, lay me with Juliet.
+

Dies

+
+ +ROMEO +
+In faith, I will. Let me peruse this face.
+Mercutio's kinsman, noble County Paris!
+What said my man, when my betossed soul
+Did not attend him as we rode? I think
+He told me Paris should have married Juliet:
+Said he not so? or did I dream it so?
+Or am I mad, hearing him talk of Juliet,
+To think it was so? O, give me thy hand,
+One writ with me in sour misfortune's book!
+I'll bury thee in a triumphant grave;
+A grave? O no! a lantern, slaughter'd youth,
+For here lies Juliet, and her beauty makes
+This vault a feasting presence full of light.
+Death, lie thou there, by a dead man interr'd.
+

Laying PARIS in the tomb

+How oft when men are at the point of death
+Have they been merry! which their keepers call
+A lightning before death: O, how may I
+Call this a lightning? O my love! my wife!
+Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath,
+Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty:
+Thou art not conquer'd; beauty's ensign yet
+Is crimson in thy lips and in thy cheeks,
+And death's pale flag is not advanced there.
+Tybalt, liest thou there in thy bloody sheet?
+O, what more favour can I do to thee,
+Than with that hand that cut thy youth in twain
+To sunder his that was thine enemy?
+Forgive me, cousin! Ah, dear Juliet,
+Why art thou yet so fair? shall I believe
+That unsubstantial death is amorous,
+And that the lean abhorred monster keeps
+Thee here in dark to be his paramour?
+For fear of that, I still will stay with thee;
+And never from this palace of dim night
+Depart again: here, here will I remain
+With worms that are thy chamber-maids; O, here
+Will I set up my everlasting rest,
+And shake the yoke of inauspicious stars
+From this world-wearied flesh. Eyes, look your last!
+Arms, take your last embrace! and, lips, O you
+The doors of breath, seal with a righteous kiss
+A dateless bargain to engrossing death!
+Come, bitter conduct, come, unsavoury guide!
+Thou desperate pilot, now at once run on
+The dashing rocks thy sea-sick weary bark!
+Here's to my love!
+

Drinks

+O true apothecary!
+Thy drugs are quick. Thus with a kiss I die.
+

Dies

+

Enter, at the other end of the churchyard, FRIAR LAURENCE, with a lantern, crow, and spade

+
+ +FRIAR LAURENCE +
+Saint Francis be my speed! how oft to-night
+Have my old feet stumbled at graves! Who's there?
+
+ +BALTHASAR +
+Here's one, a friend, and one that knows you well.
+
+ +FRIAR LAURENCE +
+Bliss be upon you! Tell me, good my friend,
+What torch is yond, that vainly lends his light
+To grubs and eyeless skulls? as I discern,
+It burneth in the Capel's monument.
+
+ +BALTHASAR +
+It doth so, holy sir; and there's my master,
+One that you love.
+
+ +FRIAR LAURENCE +
+ Who is it?
+
+ +BALTHASAR +
+Romeo.
+
+ +FRIAR LAURENCE +
+How long hath he been there?
+
+ +BALTHASAR +
+Full half an hour.
+
+ +FRIAR LAURENCE +
+Go with me to the vault.
+
+ +BALTHASAR +
+I dare not, sir
+My master knows not but I am gone hence;
+And fearfully did menace me with death,
+If I did stay to look on his intents.
+
+ +FRIAR LAURENCE +
+Stay, then; I'll go alone. Fear comes upon me:
+O, much I fear some ill unlucky thing.
+
+ +BALTHASAR +
+As I did sleep under this yew-tree here,
+I dreamt my master and another fought,
+And that my master slew him.
+
+ +FRIAR LAURENCE +
+Romeo!
+

Advances

+Alack, alack, what blood is this, which stains
+The stony entrance of this sepulchre?
+What mean these masterless and gory swords
+To lie discolour'd by this place of peace?
+

Enters the tomb

+Romeo! O, pale! Who else? what, Paris too?
+And steep'd in blood? Ah, what an unkind hour
+Is guilty of this lamentable chance!
+The lady stirs.
+

JULIET wakes

+
+ +JULIET +
+O comfortable friar! where is my lord?
+I do remember well where I should be,
+And there I am. Where is my Romeo?
+

Noise within

+
+ +FRIAR LAURENCE +
+I hear some noise. Lady, come from that nest
+Of death, contagion, and unnatural sleep:
+A greater power than we can contradict
+Hath thwarted our intents. Come, come away.
+Thy husband in thy bosom there lies dead;
+And Paris too. Come, I'll dispose of thee
+Among a sisterhood of holy nuns:
+Stay not to question, for the watch is coming;
+Come, go, good Juliet,
+

Noise again

+I dare no longer stay.
+
+ +JULIET +
+Go, get thee hence, for I will not away.
+

Exit FRIAR LAURENCE

+What's here? a cup, closed in my true love's hand?
+Poison, I see, hath been his timeless end:
+O churl! drunk all, and left no friendly drop
+To help me after? I will kiss thy lips;
+Haply some poison yet doth hang on them,
+To make die with a restorative.
+

Kisses him

+Thy lips are warm.
+
+ +First Watchman +
+[Within] Lead, boy: which way?
+
+ +JULIET +
+Yea, noise? then I'll be brief. O happy dagger!
+

Snatching ROMEO's dagger

+This is thy sheath;
+

Stabs herself

+there rust, and let me die.
+

Falls on ROMEO's body, and dies

+

Enter Watch, with the Page of PARIS

+
+ +PAGE +
+This is the place; there, where the torch doth burn.
+
+ +First Watchman +
+The ground is bloody; search about the churchyard:
+Go, some of you, whoe'er you find attach.
+Pitiful sight! here lies the county slain,
+And Juliet bleeding, warm, and newly dead,
+Who here hath lain these two days buried.
+Go, tell the prince: run to the Capulets:
+Raise up the Montagues: some others search:
+We see the ground whereon these woes do lie;
+But the true ground of all these piteous woes
+We cannot without circumstance descry.
+

Re-enter some of the Watch, with BALTHASAR

+
+ +Second Watchman +
+Here's Romeo's man; we found him in the churchyard.
+
+ +First Watchman +
+Hold him in safety, till the prince come hither.
+

Re-enter others of the Watch, with FRIAR LAURENCE

+
+ +Third Watchman +
+Here is a friar, that trembles, sighs and weeps:
+We took this mattock and this spade from him,
+As he was coming from this churchyard side.
+
+ +First Watchman +
+A great suspicion: stay the friar too.
+

Enter the PRINCE and Attendants

+
+ +PRINCE +
+What misadventure is so early up,
+That calls our person from our morning's rest?
+

Enter CAPULET, LADY CAPULET, and others

+
+ +CAPULET +
+What should it be, that they so shriek abroad?
+
+ +LADY CAPULET +
+The people in the street cry Romeo,
+Some Juliet, and some Paris; and all run,
+With open outcry toward our monument.
+
+ +PRINCE +
+What fear is this which startles in our ears?
+
+ +First Watchman +
+Sovereign, here lies the County Paris slain;
+And Romeo dead; and Juliet, dead before,
+Warm and new kill'd.
+
+ +PRINCE +
+Search, seek, and know how this foul murder comes.
+
+ +First Watchman +
+Here is a friar, and slaughter'd Romeo's man;
+With instruments upon them, fit to open
+These dead men's tombs.
+
+ +CAPULET +
+O heavens! O wife, look how our daughter bleeds!
+This dagger hath mista'en--for, lo, his house
+Is empty on the back of Montague,--
+And it mis-sheathed in my daughter's bosom!
+
+ +LADY CAPULET +
+O me! this sight of death is as a bell,
+That warns my old age to a sepulchre.
+

Enter MONTAGUE and others

+
+ +PRINCE +
+Come, Montague; for thou art early up,
+To see thy son and heir more early down.
+
+ +MONTAGUE +
+Alas, my liege, my wife is dead to-night;
+Grief of my son's exile hath stopp'd her breath:
+What further woe conspires against mine age?
+
+ +PRINCE +
+Look, and thou shalt see.
+
+ +MONTAGUE +
+O thou untaught! what manners is in this?
+To press before thy father to a grave?
+
+ +PRINCE +
+Seal up the mouth of outrage for a while,
+Till we can clear these ambiguities,
+And know their spring, their head, their
+true descent;
+And then will I be general of your woes,
+And lead you even to death: meantime forbear,
+And let mischance be slave to patience.
+Bring forth the parties of suspicion.
+
+ +FRIAR LAURENCE +
+I am the greatest, able to do least,
+Yet most suspected, as the time and place
+Doth make against me of this direful murder;
+And here I stand, both to impeach and purge
+Myself condemned and myself excused.
+
+ +PRINCE +
+Then say at once what thou dost know in this.
+
+ +FRIAR LAURENCE +
+I will be brief, for my short date of breath
+Is not so long as is a tedious tale.
+Romeo, there dead, was husband to that Juliet;
+And she, there dead, that Romeo's faithful wife:
+I married them; and their stol'n marriage-day
+Was Tybalt's dooms-day, whose untimely death
+Banish'd the new-made bridegroom from the city,
+For whom, and not for Tybalt, Juliet pined.
+You, to remove that siege of grief from her,
+Betroth'd and would have married her perforce
+To County Paris: then comes she to me,
+And, with wild looks, bid me devise some mean
+To rid her from this second marriage,
+Or in my cell there would she kill herself.
+Then gave I her, so tutor'd by my art,
+A sleeping potion; which so took effect
+As I intended, for it wrought on her
+The form of death: meantime I writ to Romeo,
+That he should hither come as this dire night,
+To help to take her from her borrow'd grave,
+Being the time the potion's force should cease.
+But he which bore my letter, Friar John,
+Was stay'd by accident, and yesternight
+Return'd my letter back. Then all alone
+At the prefixed hour of her waking,
+Came I to take her from her kindred's vault;
+Meaning to keep her closely at my cell,
+Till I conveniently could send to Romeo:
+But when I came, some minute ere the time
+Of her awaking, here untimely lay
+The noble Paris and true Romeo dead.
+She wakes; and I entreated her come forth,
+And bear this work of heaven with patience:
+But then a noise did scare me from the tomb;
+And she, too desperate, would not go with me,
+But, as it seems, did violence on herself.
+All this I know; and to the marriage
+Her nurse is privy: and, if aught in this
+Miscarried by my fault, let my old life
+Be sacrificed, some hour before his time,
+Unto the rigour of severest law.
+
+ +PRINCE +
+We still have known thee for a holy man.
+Where's Romeo's man? what can he say in this?
+
+ +BALTHASAR +
+I brought my master news of Juliet's death;
+And then in post he came from Mantua
+To this same place, to this same monument.
+This letter he early bid me give his father,
+And threatened me with death, going in the vault,
+I departed not and left him there.
+
+ +PRINCE +
+Give me the letter; I will look on it.
+Where is the county's page, that raised the watch?
+Sirrah, what made your master in this place?
+
+ +PAGE +
+He came with flowers to strew his lady's grave;
+And bid me stand aloof, and so I did:
+Anon comes one with light to ope the tomb;
+And by and by my master drew on him;
+And then I ran away to call the watch.
+
+ +PRINCE +
+This letter doth make good the friar's words,
+Their course of love, the tidings of her death:
+And here he writes that he did buy a poison
+Of a poor 'pothecary, and therewithal
+Came to this vault to die, and lie with Juliet.
+Where be these enemies? Capulet! Montague!
+See, what a scourge is laid upon your hate,
+That heaven finds means to kill your joys with love.
+And I for winking at your discords too
+Have lost a brace of kinsmen: all are punish'd.
+
+ +CAPULET +
+O brother Montague, give me thy hand:
+This is my daughter's jointure, for no more
+Can I demand.
+
+ +MONTAGUE +
+ But I can give thee more:
+For I will raise her statue in pure gold;
+That while Verona by that name is known,
+There shall no figure at such rate be set
+As that of true and faithful Juliet.
+
+ +CAPULET +
+As rich shall Romeo's by his lady's lie;
+Poor sacrifices of our enmity!
+
+ +PRINCE +
+A glooming peace this morning with it brings;
+The sun, for sorrow, will not show his head:
+Go hence, to have more talk of these sad things;
+Some shall be pardon'd, and some punished:
+For never was a story of more woe
+Than this of Juliet and her Romeo.
+

Exeunt

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+Act 1, Prologue: PROLOGUE
+Act 1, Scene 1: Verona. A public place.
+Act 1, Scene 2: A street.
+Act 1, Scene 3: A room in Capulet's house.
+Act 1, Scene 4: A street.
+Act 1, Scene 5: A hall in Capulet's house.
+

+Act 2, Prologue: PROLOGUE
+Act 2, Scene 1: A lane by the wall of Capulet's orchard.
+Act 2, Scene 2: Capulet's orchard.
+Act 2, Scene 3: Friar Laurence's cell.
+Act 2, Scene 4: A street.
+Act 2, Scene 5: Capulet's orchard.
+Act 2, Scene 6: Friar Laurence's cell.
+

+Act 3, Scene 1: A public place.
+Act 3, Scene 2: Capulet's orchard.
+Act 3, Scene 3: Friar Laurence's cell.
+Act 3, Scene 4: A room in Capulet's house.
+Act 3, Scene 5: Capulet's orchard.
+

+Act 4, Scene 1: Friar Laurence's cell.
+Act 4, Scene 2: Hall in Capulet's house.
+Act 4, Scene 3: Juliet's chamber.
+Act 4, Scene 4: Hall in Capulet's house.
+Act 4, Scene 5: Juliet's chamber.
+

+Act 5, Scene 1: Mantua. A street.
+Act 5, Scene 2: Friar Laurence's cell.
+Act 5, Scene 3: A churchyard; in it a tomb belonging to the Capulets.
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+Two households, both alike in dignity,
+In fair Verona, where we lay our scene,
+From ancient grudge break to new mutiny,
+Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean.
+From forth the fatal loins of these two foes
+A pair of star-cross'd lovers take their life;
+Whose misadventured piteous overthrows
+Do with their death bury their parents' strife.
+The fearful passage of their death-mark'd love,
+And the continuance of their parents' rage,
+Which, but their children's end, nought could remove,
+Is now the two hours' traffic of our stage;
+The which if you with patient ears attend,
+What here shall miss, our toil shall strive to mend.
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SCENE I. Verona. A public place.

+ +

+Enter SAMPSON and GREGORY, of the house of Capulet, armed with swords and bucklers +
+ +SAMPSON +
+Gregory, o' my word, we'll not carry coals.
+
+ +GREGORY +
+No, for then we should be colliers.
+
+ +SAMPSON +
+I mean, an we be in choler, we'll draw.
+
+ +GREGORY +
+Ay, while you live, draw your neck out o' the collar.
+
+ +SAMPSON +
+I strike quickly, being moved.
+
+ +GREGORY +
+But thou art not quickly moved to strike.
+
+ +SAMPSON +
+A dog of the house of Montague moves me.
+
+ +GREGORY +
+To move is to stir; and to be valiant is to stand:
+therefore, if thou art moved, thou runn'st away.
+
+ +SAMPSON +
+A dog of that house shall move me to stand: I will
+take the wall of any man or maid of Montague's.
+
+ +GREGORY +
+That shows thee a weak slave; for the weakest goes
+to the wall.
+
+ +SAMPSON +
+True; and therefore women, being the weaker vessels,
+are ever thrust to the wall: therefore I will push
+Montague's men from the wall, and thrust his maids
+to the wall.
+
+ +GREGORY +
+The quarrel is between our masters and us their men.
+
+ +SAMPSON +
+'Tis all one, I will show myself a tyrant: when I
+have fought with the men, I will be cruel with the
+maids, and cut off their heads.
+
+ +GREGORY +
+The heads of the maids?
+
+ +SAMPSON +
+Ay, the heads of the maids, or their maidenheads;
+take it in what sense thou wilt.
+
+ +GREGORY +
+They must take it in sense that feel it.
+
+ +SAMPSON +
+Me they shall feel while I am able to stand: and
+'tis known I am a pretty piece of flesh.
+
+ +GREGORY +
+'Tis well thou art not fish; if thou hadst, thou
+hadst been poor John. Draw thy tool! here comes
+two of the house of the Montagues.
+
+ +SAMPSON +
+My naked weapon is out: quarrel, I will back thee.
+
+ +GREGORY +
+How! turn thy back and run?
+
+ +SAMPSON +
+Fear me not.
+
+ +GREGORY +
+No, marry; I fear thee!
+
+ +SAMPSON +
+Let us take the law of our sides; let them begin.
+
+ +GREGORY +
+I will frown as I pass by, and let them take it as
+they list.
+
+ +SAMPSON +
+Nay, as they dare. I will bite my thumb at them;
+which is a disgrace to them, if they bear it.
+

Enter ABRAHAM and BALTHASAR

+
+ +ABRAHAM +
+Do you bite your thumb at us, sir?
+
+ +SAMPSON +
+I do bite my thumb, sir.
+
+ +ABRAHAM +
+Do you bite your thumb at us, sir?
+
+ +SAMPSON +
+[Aside to GREGORY] Is the law of our side, if I say
+ay?
+
+ +GREGORY +
+No.
+
+ +SAMPSON +
+No, sir, I do not bite my thumb at you, sir, but I
+bite my thumb, sir.
+
+ +GREGORY +
+Do you quarrel, sir?
+
+ +ABRAHAM +
+Quarrel sir! no, sir.
+
+ +SAMPSON +
+If you do, sir, I am for you: I serve as good a man as you.
+
+ +ABRAHAM +
+No better.
+
+ +SAMPSON +
+Well, sir.
+
+ +GREGORY +
+Say 'better:' here comes one of my master's kinsmen.
+
+ +SAMPSON +
+Yes, better, sir.
+
+ +ABRAHAM +
+You lie.
+
+ +SAMPSON +
+Draw, if you be men. Gregory, remember thy swashing blow.
+

They fight

+

Enter BENVOLIO

+
+ +BENVOLIO +
+Part, fools!
+Put up your swords; you know not what you do.
+

Beats down their swords

+

Enter TYBALT

+
+ +TYBALT +
+What, art thou drawn among these heartless hinds?
+Turn thee, Benvolio, look upon thy death.
+
+ +BENVOLIO +
+I do but keep the peace: put up thy sword,
+Or manage it to part these men with me.
+
+ +TYBALT +
+What, drawn, and talk of peace! I hate the word,
+As I hate hell, all Montagues, and thee:
+Have at thee, coward!
+

They fight

+

Enter, several of both houses, who join the fray; then enter Citizens, with clubs

+
+ +First Citizen +
+Clubs, bills, and partisans! strike! beat them down!
+Down with the Capulets! down with the Montagues!
+

Enter CAPULET in his gown, and LADY CAPULET

+
+ +CAPULET +
+What noise is this? Give me my long sword, ho!
+
+ +LADY CAPULET +
+A crutch, a crutch! why call you for a sword?
+
+ +CAPULET +
+My sword, I say! Old Montague is come,
+And flourishes his blade in spite of me.
+

Enter MONTAGUE and LADY MONTAGUE

+
+ +MONTAGUE +
+Thou villain Capulet,--Hold me not, let me go.
+
+ +LADY MONTAGUE +
+Thou shalt not stir a foot to seek a foe.
+

Enter PRINCE, with Attendants

+
+ +PRINCE +
+Rebellious subjects, enemies to peace,
+Profaners of this neighbour-stained steel,--
+Will they not hear? What, ho! you men, you beasts,
+That quench the fire of your pernicious rage
+With purple fountains issuing from your veins,
+On pain of torture, from those bloody hands
+Throw your mistemper'd weapons to the ground,
+And hear the sentence of your moved prince.
+Three civil brawls, bred of an airy word,
+By thee, old Capulet, and Montague,
+Have thrice disturb'd the quiet of our streets,
+And made Verona's ancient citizens
+Cast by their grave beseeming ornaments,
+To wield old partisans, in hands as old,
+Canker'd with peace, to part your canker'd hate:
+If ever you disturb our streets again,
+Your lives shall pay the forfeit of the peace.
+For this time, all the rest depart away:
+You Capulet; shall go along with me:
+And, Montague, come you this afternoon,
+To know our further pleasure in this case,
+To old Free-town, our common judgment-place.
+Once more, on pain of death, all men depart.
+

Exeunt all but MONTAGUE, LADY MONTAGUE, and BENVOLIO

+
+ +MONTAGUE +
+Who set this ancient quarrel new abroach?
+Speak, nephew, were you by when it began?
+
+ +BENVOLIO +
+Here were the servants of your adversary,
+And yours, close fighting ere I did approach:
+I drew to part them: in the instant came
+The fiery Tybalt, with his sword prepared,
+Which, as he breathed defiance to my ears,
+He swung about his head and cut the winds,
+Who nothing hurt withal hiss'd him in scorn:
+While we were interchanging thrusts and blows,
+Came more and more and fought on part and part,
+Till the prince came, who parted either part.
+
+ +LADY MONTAGUE +
+O, where is Romeo? saw you him to-day?
+Right glad I am he was not at this fray.
+
+ +BENVOLIO +
+Madam, an hour before the worshipp'd sun
+Peer'd forth the golden window of the east,
+A troubled mind drave me to walk abroad;
+Where, underneath the grove of sycamore
+That westward rooteth from the city's side,
+So early walking did I see your son:
+Towards him I made, but he was ware of me
+And stole into the covert of the wood:
+I, measuring his affections by my own,
+That most are busied when they're most alone,
+Pursued my humour not pursuing his,
+And gladly shunn'd who gladly fled from me.
+
+ +MONTAGUE +
+Many a morning hath he there been seen,
+With tears augmenting the fresh morning dew.
+Adding to clouds more clouds with his deep sighs;
+But all so soon as the all-cheering sun
+Should in the furthest east begin to draw
+The shady curtains from Aurora's bed,
+Away from the light steals home my heavy son,
+And private in his chamber pens himself,
+Shuts up his windows, locks far daylight out
+And makes himself an artificial night:
+Black and portentous must this humour prove,
+Unless good counsel may the cause remove.
+
+ +BENVOLIO +
+My noble uncle, do you know the cause?
+
+ +MONTAGUE +
+I neither know it nor can learn of him.
+
+ +BENVOLIO +
+Have you importuned him by any means?
+
+ +MONTAGUE +
+Both by myself and many other friends:
+But he, his own affections' counsellor,
+Is to himself--I will not say how true--
+But to himself so secret and so close,
+So far from sounding and discovery,
+As is the bud bit with an envious worm,
+Ere he can spread his sweet leaves to the air,
+Or dedicate his beauty to the sun.
+Could we but learn from whence his sorrows grow.
+We would as willingly give cure as know.
+

Enter ROMEO

+
+ +BENVOLIO +
+See, where he comes: so please you, step aside;
+I'll know his grievance, or be much denied.
+
+ +MONTAGUE +
+I would thou wert so happy by thy stay,
+To hear true shrift. Come, madam, let's away.
+

Exeunt MONTAGUE and LADY MONTAGUE

+
+ +BENVOLIO +
+Good-morrow, cousin.
+
+ +ROMEO +
+Is the day so young?
+
+ +BENVOLIO +
+But new struck nine.
+
+ +ROMEO +
+Ay me! sad hours seem long.
+Was that my father that went hence so fast?
+
+ +BENVOLIO +
+It was. What sadness lengthens Romeo's hours?
+
+ +ROMEO +
+Not having that, which, having, makes them short.
+
+ +BENVOLIO +
+In love?
+
+ +ROMEO +
+Out--
+
+ +BENVOLIO +
+Of love?
+
+ +ROMEO +
+Out of her favour, where I am in love.
+
+ +BENVOLIO +
+Alas, that love, so gentle in his view,
+Should be so tyrannous and rough in proof!
+
+ +ROMEO +
+Alas, that love, whose view is muffled still,
+Should, without eyes, see pathways to his will!
+Where shall we dine? O me! What fray was here?
+Yet tell me not, for I have heard it all.
+Here's much to do with hate, but more with love.
+Why, then, O brawling love! O loving hate!
+O any thing, of nothing first create!
+O heavy lightness! serious vanity!
+Mis-shapen chaos of well-seeming forms!
+Feather of lead, bright smoke, cold fire,
+sick health!
+Still-waking sleep, that is not what it is!
+This love feel I, that feel no love in this.
+Dost thou not laugh?
+
+ +BENVOLIO +
+No, coz, I rather weep.
+
+ +ROMEO +
+Good heart, at what?
+
+ +BENVOLIO +
+At thy good heart's oppression.
+
+ +ROMEO +
+Why, such is love's transgression.
+Griefs of mine own lie heavy in my breast,
+Which thou wilt propagate, to have it prest
+With more of thine: this love that thou hast shown
+Doth add more grief to too much of mine own.
+Love is a smoke raised with the fume of sighs;
+Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes;
+Being vex'd a sea nourish'd with lovers' tears:
+What is it else? a madness most discreet,
+A choking gall and a preserving sweet.
+Farewell, my coz.
+
+ +BENVOLIO +
+ Soft! I will go along;
+An if you leave me so, you do me wrong.
+
+ +ROMEO +
+Tut, I have lost myself; I am not here;
+This is not Romeo, he's some other where.
+
+ +BENVOLIO +
+Tell me in sadness, who is that you love.
+
+ +ROMEO +
+What, shall I groan and tell thee?
+
+ +BENVOLIO +
+Groan! why, no.
+But sadly tell me who.
+
+ +ROMEO +
+Bid a sick man in sadness make his will:
+Ah, word ill urged to one that is so ill!
+In sadness, cousin, I do love a woman.
+
+ +BENVOLIO +
+I aim'd so near, when I supposed you loved.
+
+ +ROMEO +
+A right good mark-man! And she's fair I love.
+
+ +BENVOLIO +
+A right fair mark, fair coz, is soonest hit.
+
+ +ROMEO +
+Well, in that hit you miss: she'll not be hit
+With Cupid's arrow; she hath Dian's wit;
+And, in strong proof of chastity well arm'd,
+From love's weak childish bow she lives unharm'd.
+She will not stay the siege of loving terms,
+Nor bide the encounter of assailing eyes,
+Nor ope her lap to saint-seducing gold:
+O, she is rich in beauty, only poor,
+That when she dies with beauty dies her store.
+
+ +BENVOLIO +
+Then she hath sworn that she will still live chaste?
+
+ +ROMEO +
+She hath, and in that sparing makes huge waste,
+For beauty starved with her severity
+Cuts beauty off from all posterity.
+She is too fair, too wise, wisely too fair,
+To merit bliss by making me despair:
+She hath forsworn to love, and in that vow
+Do I live dead that live to tell it now.
+
+ +BENVOLIO +
+Be ruled by me, forget to think of her.
+
+ +ROMEO +
+O, teach me how I should forget to think.
+
+ +BENVOLIO +
+By giving liberty unto thine eyes;
+Examine other beauties.
+
+ +ROMEO +
+'Tis the way
+To call hers exquisite, in question more:
+These happy masks that kiss fair ladies' brows
+Being black put us in mind they hide the fair;
+He that is strucken blind cannot forget
+The precious treasure of his eyesight lost:
+Show me a mistress that is passing fair,
+What doth her beauty serve, but as a note
+Where I may read who pass'd that passing fair?
+Farewell: thou canst not teach me to forget.
+
+ +BENVOLIO +
+I'll pay that doctrine, or else die in debt.
+

Exeunt

+
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SCENE II. A street.

+ +

+Enter CAPULET, PARIS, and Servant +
+ +CAPULET +
+But Montague is bound as well as I,
+In penalty alike; and 'tis not hard, I think,
+For men so old as we to keep the peace.
+
+ +PARIS +
+Of honourable reckoning are you both;
+And pity 'tis you lived at odds so long.
+But now, my lord, what say you to my suit?
+
+ +CAPULET +
+But saying o'er what I have said before:
+My child is yet a stranger in the world;
+She hath not seen the change of fourteen years,
+Let two more summers wither in their pride,
+Ere we may think her ripe to be a bride.
+
+ +PARIS +
+Younger than she are happy mothers made.
+
+ +CAPULET +
+And too soon marr'd are those so early made.
+The earth hath swallow'd all my hopes but she,
+She is the hopeful lady of my earth:
+But woo her, gentle Paris, get her heart,
+My will to her consent is but a part;
+An she agree, within her scope of choice
+Lies my consent and fair according voice.
+This night I hold an old accustom'd feast,
+Whereto I have invited many a guest,
+Such as I love; and you, among the store,
+One more, most welcome, makes my number more.
+At my poor house look to behold this night
+Earth-treading stars that make dark heaven light:
+Such comfort as do lusty young men feel
+When well-apparell'd April on the heel
+Of limping winter treads, even such delight
+Among fresh female buds shall you this night
+Inherit at my house; hear all, all see,
+And like her most whose merit most shall be:
+Which on more view, of many mine being one
+May stand in number, though in reckoning none,
+Come, go with me.
+

To Servant, giving a paper

+Go, sirrah, trudge about
+Through fair Verona; find those persons out
+Whose names are written there, and to them say,
+My house and welcome on their pleasure stay.
+

Exeunt CAPULET and PARIS

+
+ +Servant +
+Find them out whose names are written here! It is
+written, that the shoemaker should meddle with his
+yard, and the tailor with his last, the fisher with
+his pencil, and the painter with his nets; but I am
+sent to find those persons whose names are here
+writ, and can never find what names the writing
+person hath here writ. I must to the learned.--In good time.
+

Enter BENVOLIO and ROMEO

+
+ +BENVOLIO +
+Tut, man, one fire burns out another's burning,
+One pain is lessen'd by another's anguish;
+Turn giddy, and be holp by backward turning;
+One desperate grief cures with another's languish:
+Take thou some new infection to thy eye,
+And the rank poison of the old will die.
+
+ +ROMEO +
+Your plaintain-leaf is excellent for that.
+
+ +BENVOLIO +
+For what, I pray thee?
+
+ +ROMEO +
+For your broken shin.
+
+ +BENVOLIO +
+Why, Romeo, art thou mad?
+
+ +ROMEO +
+Not mad, but bound more than a mad-man is;
+Shut up in prison, kept without my food,
+Whipp'd and tormented and--God-den, good fellow.
+
+ +Servant +
+God gi' god-den. I pray, sir, can you read?
+
+ +ROMEO +
+Ay, mine own fortune in my misery.
+
+ +Servant +
+Perhaps you have learned it without book: but, I
+pray, can you read any thing you see?
+
+ +ROMEO +
+Ay, if I know the letters and the language.
+
+ +Servant +
+Ye say honestly: rest you merry!
+
+ +ROMEO +
+Stay, fellow; I can read.
+

Reads

+'Signior Martino and his wife and daughters;
+County Anselme and his beauteous sisters; the lady
+widow of Vitravio; Signior Placentio and his lovely
+nieces; Mercutio and his brother Valentine; mine
+uncle Capulet, his wife and daughters; my fair niece
+Rosaline; Livia; Signior Valentio and his cousin
+Tybalt, Lucio and the lively Helena.' A fair
+assembly: whither should they come?
+
+ +Servant +
+Up.
+
+ +ROMEO +
+Whither?
+
+ +Servant +
+To supper; to our house.
+
+ +ROMEO +
+Whose house?
+
+ +Servant +
+My master's.
+
+ +ROMEO +
+Indeed, I should have ask'd you that before.
+
+ +Servant +
+Now I'll tell you without asking: my master is the
+great rich Capulet; and if you be not of the house
+of Montagues, I pray, come and crush a cup of wine.
+Rest you merry!
+

Exit

+
+ +BENVOLIO +
+At this same ancient feast of Capulet's
+Sups the fair Rosaline whom thou so lovest,
+With all the admired beauties of Verona:
+Go thither; and, with unattainted eye,
+Compare her face with some that I shall show,
+And I will make thee think thy swan a crow.
+
+ +ROMEO +
+When the devout religion of mine eye
+Maintains such falsehood, then turn tears to fires;
+And these, who often drown'd could never die,
+Transparent heretics, be burnt for liars!
+One fairer than my love! the all-seeing sun
+Ne'er saw her match since first the world begun.
+
+ +BENVOLIO +
+Tut, you saw her fair, none else being by,
+Herself poised with herself in either eye:
+But in that crystal scales let there be weigh'd
+Your lady's love against some other maid
+That I will show you shining at this feast,
+And she shall scant show well that now shows best.
+
+ +ROMEO +
+I'll go along, no such sight to be shown,
+But to rejoice in splendor of mine own.
+

Exeunt

+
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SCENE III. A room in Capulet's house.

+ +

+Enter LADY CAPULET and Nurse +
+ +LADY CAPULET +
+Nurse, where's my daughter? call her forth to me.
+
+ +Nurse +
+Now, by my maidenhead, at twelve year old,
+I bade her come. What, lamb! what, ladybird!
+God forbid! Where's this girl? What, Juliet!
+

Enter JULIET

+
+ +JULIET +
+How now! who calls?
+
+ +Nurse +
+Your mother.
+
+ +JULIET +
+Madam, I am here.
+What is your will?
+
+ +LADY CAPULET +
+This is the matter:--Nurse, give leave awhile,
+We must talk in secret:--nurse, come back again;
+I have remember'd me, thou's hear our counsel.
+Thou know'st my daughter's of a pretty age.
+
+ +Nurse +
+Faith, I can tell her age unto an hour.
+
+ +LADY CAPULET +
+She's not fourteen.
+
+ +Nurse +
+I'll lay fourteen of my teeth,--
+And yet, to my teeth be it spoken, I have but four--
+She is not fourteen. How long is it now
+To Lammas-tide?
+
+ +LADY CAPULET +
+ A fortnight and odd days.
+
+ +Nurse +
+Even or odd, of all days in the year,
+Come Lammas-eve at night shall she be fourteen.
+Susan and she--God rest all Christian souls!--
+Were of an age: well, Susan is with God;
+She was too good for me: but, as I said,
+On Lammas-eve at night shall she be fourteen;
+That shall she, marry; I remember it well.
+'Tis since the earthquake now eleven years;
+And she was wean'd,--I never shall forget it,--
+Of all the days of the year, upon that day:
+For I had then laid wormwood to my dug,
+Sitting in the sun under the dove-house wall;
+My lord and you were then at Mantua:--
+Nay, I do bear a brain:--but, as I said,
+When it did taste the wormwood on the nipple
+Of my dug and felt it bitter, pretty fool,
+To see it tetchy and fall out with the dug!
+Shake quoth the dove-house: 'twas no need, I trow,
+To bid me trudge:
+And since that time it is eleven years;
+For then she could stand alone; nay, by the rood,
+She could have run and waddled all about;
+For even the day before, she broke her brow:
+And then my husband--God be with his soul!
+A' was a merry man--took up the child:
+'Yea,' quoth he, 'dost thou fall upon thy face?
+Thou wilt fall backward when thou hast more wit;
+Wilt thou not, Jule?' and, by my holidame,
+The pretty wretch left crying and said 'Ay.'
+To see, now, how a jest shall come about!
+I warrant, an I should live a thousand years,
+I never should forget it: 'Wilt thou not, Jule?' quoth he;
+And, pretty fool, it stinted and said 'Ay.'
+
+ +LADY CAPULET +
+Enough of this; I pray thee, hold thy peace.
+
+ +Nurse +
+Yes, madam: yet I cannot choose but laugh,
+To think it should leave crying and say 'Ay.'
+And yet, I warrant, it had upon its brow
+A bump as big as a young cockerel's stone;
+A parlous knock; and it cried bitterly:
+'Yea,' quoth my husband,'fall'st upon thy face?
+Thou wilt fall backward when thou comest to age;
+Wilt thou not, Jule?' it stinted and said 'Ay.'
+
+ +JULIET +
+And stint thou too, I pray thee, nurse, say I.
+
+ +Nurse +
+Peace, I have done. God mark thee to his grace!
+Thou wast the prettiest babe that e'er I nursed:
+An I might live to see thee married once,
+I have my wish.
+
+ +LADY CAPULET +
+Marry, that 'marry' is the very theme
+I came to talk of. Tell me, daughter Juliet,
+How stands your disposition to be married?
+
+ +JULIET +
+It is an honour that I dream not of.
+
+ +Nurse +
+An honour! were not I thine only nurse,
+I would say thou hadst suck'd wisdom from thy teat.
+
+ +LADY CAPULET +
+Well, think of marriage now; younger than you,
+Here in Verona, ladies of esteem,
+Are made already mothers: by my count,
+I was your mother much upon these years
+That you are now a maid. Thus then in brief:
+The valiant Paris seeks you for his love.
+
+ +Nurse +
+A man, young lady! lady, such a man
+As all the world--why, he's a man of wax.
+
+ +LADY CAPULET +
+Verona's summer hath not such a flower.
+
+ +Nurse +
+Nay, he's a flower; in faith, a very flower.
+
+ +LADY CAPULET +
+What say you? can you love the gentleman?
+This night you shall behold him at our feast;
+Read o'er the volume of young Paris' face,
+And find delight writ there with beauty's pen;
+Examine every married lineament,
+And see how one another lends content
+And what obscured in this fair volume lies
+Find written in the margent of his eyes.
+This precious book of love, this unbound lover,
+To beautify him, only lacks a cover:
+The fish lives in the sea, and 'tis much pride
+For fair without the fair within to hide:
+That book in many's eyes doth share the glory,
+That in gold clasps locks in the golden story;
+So shall you share all that he doth possess,
+By having him, making yourself no less.
+
+ +Nurse +
+No less! nay, bigger; women grow by men.
+
+ +LADY CAPULET +
+Speak briefly, can you like of Paris' love?
+
+ +JULIET +
+I'll look to like, if looking liking move:
+But no more deep will I endart mine eye
+Than your consent gives strength to make it fly.
+

Enter a Servant

+
+ +Servant +
+Madam, the guests are come, supper served up, you
+called, my young lady asked for, the nurse cursed in
+the pantry, and every thing in extremity. I must
+hence to wait; I beseech you, follow straight.
+
+ +LADY CAPULET +
+We follow thee.
+

Exit Servant

+Juliet, the county stays.
+
+ +Nurse +
+Go, girl, seek happy nights to happy days.
+

Exeunt

+
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SCENE IV. A street.

+ +

+Enter ROMEO, MERCUTIO, BENVOLIO, with five or six Maskers, Torch-bearers, and others +
+ +ROMEO +
+What, shall this speech be spoke for our excuse?
+Or shall we on without a apology?
+
+ +BENVOLIO +
+The date is out of such prolixity:
+We'll have no Cupid hoodwink'd with a scarf,
+Bearing a Tartar's painted bow of lath,
+Scaring the ladies like a crow-keeper;
+Nor no without-book prologue, faintly spoke
+After the prompter, for our entrance:
+But let them measure us by what they will;
+We'll measure them a measure, and be gone.
+
+ +ROMEO +
+Give me a torch: I am not for this ambling;
+Being but heavy, I will bear the light.
+
+ +MERCUTIO +
+Nay, gentle Romeo, we must have you dance.
+
+ +ROMEO +
+Not I, believe me: you have dancing shoes
+With nimble soles: I have a soul of lead
+So stakes me to the ground I cannot move.
+
+ +MERCUTIO +
+You are a lover; borrow Cupid's wings,
+And soar with them above a common bound.
+
+ +ROMEO +
+I am too sore enpierced with his shaft
+To soar with his light feathers, and so bound,
+I cannot bound a pitch above dull woe:
+Under love's heavy burden do I sink.
+
+ +MERCUTIO +
+And, to sink in it, should you burden love;
+Too great oppression for a tender thing.
+
+ +ROMEO +
+Is love a tender thing? it is too rough,
+Too rude, too boisterous, and it pricks like thorn.
+
+ +MERCUTIO +
+If love be rough with you, be rough with love;
+Prick love for pricking, and you beat love down.
+Give me a case to put my visage in:
+A visor for a visor! what care I
+What curious eye doth quote deformities?
+Here are the beetle brows shall blush for me.
+
+ +BENVOLIO +
+Come, knock and enter; and no sooner in,
+But every man betake him to his legs.
+
+ +ROMEO +
+A torch for me: let wantons light of heart
+Tickle the senseless rushes with their heels,
+For I am proverb'd with a grandsire phrase;
+I'll be a candle-holder, and look on.
+The game was ne'er so fair, and I am done.
+
+ +MERCUTIO +
+Tut, dun's the mouse, the constable's own word:
+If thou art dun, we'll draw thee from the mire
+Of this sir-reverence love, wherein thou stick'st
+Up to the ears. Come, we burn daylight, ho!
+
+ +ROMEO +
+Nay, that's not so.
+
+ +MERCUTIO +
+I mean, sir, in delay
+We waste our lights in vain, like lamps by day.
+Take our good meaning, for our judgment sits
+Five times in that ere once in our five wits.
+
+ +ROMEO +
+And we mean well in going to this mask;
+But 'tis no wit to go.
+
+ +MERCUTIO +
+Why, may one ask?
+
+ +ROMEO +
+I dream'd a dream to-night.
+
+ +MERCUTIO +
+And so did I.
+
+ +ROMEO +
+Well, what was yours?
+
+ +MERCUTIO +
+That dreamers often lie.
+
+ +ROMEO +
+In bed asleep, while they do dream things true.
+
+ +MERCUTIO +
+O, then, I see Queen Mab hath been with you.
+She is the fairies' midwife, and she comes
+In shape no bigger than an agate-stone
+On the fore-finger of an alderman,
+Drawn with a team of little atomies
+Athwart men's noses as they lie asleep;
+Her wagon-spokes made of long spiders' legs,
+The cover of the wings of grasshoppers,
+The traces of the smallest spider's web,
+The collars of the moonshine's watery beams,
+Her whip of cricket's bone, the lash of film,
+Her wagoner a small grey-coated gnat,
+Not so big as a round little worm
+Prick'd from the lazy finger of a maid;
+Her chariot is an empty hazel-nut
+Made by the joiner squirrel or old grub,
+Time out o' mind the fairies' coachmakers.
+And in this state she gallops night by night
+Through lovers' brains, and then they dream of love;
+O'er courtiers' knees, that dream on court'sies straight,
+O'er lawyers' fingers, who straight dream on fees,
+O'er ladies ' lips, who straight on kisses dream,
+Which oft the angry Mab with blisters plagues,
+Because their breaths with sweetmeats tainted are:
+Sometime she gallops o'er a courtier's nose,
+And then dreams he of smelling out a suit;
+And sometime comes she with a tithe-pig's tail
+Tickling a parson's nose as a' lies asleep,
+Then dreams, he of another benefice:
+Sometime she driveth o'er a soldier's neck,
+And then dreams he of cutting foreign throats,
+Of breaches, ambuscadoes, Spanish blades,
+Of healths five-fathom deep; and then anon
+Drums in his ear, at which he starts and wakes,
+And being thus frighted swears a prayer or two
+And sleeps again. This is that very Mab
+That plats the manes of horses in the night,
+And bakes the elflocks in foul sluttish hairs,
+Which once untangled, much misfortune bodes:
+This is the hag, when maids lie on their backs,
+That presses them and learns them first to bear,
+Making them women of good carriage:
+This is she--
+
+ +ROMEO +
+ Peace, peace, Mercutio, peace!
+Thou talk'st of nothing.
+
+ +MERCUTIO +
+True, I talk of dreams,
+Which are the children of an idle brain,
+Begot of nothing but vain fantasy,
+Which is as thin of substance as the air
+And more inconstant than the wind, who wooes
+Even now the frozen bosom of the north,
+And, being anger'd, puffs away from thence,
+Turning his face to the dew-dropping south.
+
+ +BENVOLIO +
+This wind, you talk of, blows us from ourselves;
+Supper is done, and we shall come too late.
+
+ +ROMEO +
+I fear, too early: for my mind misgives
+Some consequence yet hanging in the stars
+Shall bitterly begin his fearful date
+With this night's revels and expire the term
+Of a despised life closed in my breast
+By some vile forfeit of untimely death.
+But He, that hath the steerage of my course,
+Direct my sail! On, lusty gentlemen.
+
+ +BENVOLIO +
+Strike, drum.
+

Exeunt

+
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SCENE V. A hall in Capulet's house.

+ +

+Musicians waiting. Enter Servingmen with napkins +
+ +First Servant +
+Where's Potpan, that he helps not to take away? He
+shift a trencher? he scrape a trencher!
+
+ +Second Servant +
+When good manners shall lie all in one or two men's
+hands and they unwashed too, 'tis a foul thing.
+
+ +First Servant +
+Away with the joint-stools, remove the
+court-cupboard, look to the plate. Good thou, save
+me a piece of marchpane; and, as thou lovest me, let
+the porter let in Susan Grindstone and Nell.
+Antony, and Potpan!
+
+ +Second Servant +
+Ay, boy, ready.
+
+ +First Servant +
+You are looked for and called for, asked for and
+sought for, in the great chamber.
+
+ +Second Servant +
+We cannot be here and there too. Cheerly, boys; be
+brisk awhile, and the longer liver take all.
+

Enter CAPULET, with JULIET and others of his house, meeting the Guests and Maskers

+
+ +CAPULET +
+Welcome, gentlemen! ladies that have their toes
+Unplagued with corns will have a bout with you.
+Ah ha, my mistresses! which of you all
+Will now deny to dance? she that makes dainty,
+She, I'll swear, hath corns; am I come near ye now?
+Welcome, gentlemen! I have seen the day
+That I have worn a visor and could tell
+A whispering tale in a fair lady's ear,
+Such as would please: 'tis gone, 'tis gone, 'tis gone:
+You are welcome, gentlemen! come, musicians, play.
+A hall, a hall! give room! and foot it, girls.
+

Music plays, and they dance

+More light, you knaves; and turn the tables up,
+And quench the fire, the room is grown too hot.
+Ah, sirrah, this unlook'd-for sport comes well.
+Nay, sit, nay, sit, good cousin Capulet;
+For you and I are past our dancing days:
+How long is't now since last yourself and I
+Were in a mask?
+
+ +Second Capulet +
+ By'r lady, thirty years.
+
+ +CAPULET +
+What, man! 'tis not so much, 'tis not so much:
+'Tis since the nuptials of Lucentio,
+Come pentecost as quickly as it will,
+Some five and twenty years; and then we mask'd.
+
+ +Second Capulet +
+'Tis more, 'tis more, his son is elder, sir;
+His son is thirty.
+
+ +CAPULET +
+ Will you tell me that?
+His son was but a ward two years ago.
+
+ +ROMEO +
+[To a Servingman] What lady is that, which doth
+enrich the hand
+Of yonder knight?
+
+ +Servant +
+I know not, sir.
+
+ +ROMEO +
+O, she doth teach the torches to burn bright!
+It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night
+Like a rich jewel in an Ethiope's ear;
+Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear!
+So shows a snowy dove trooping with crows,
+As yonder lady o'er her fellows shows.
+The measure done, I'll watch her place of stand,
+And, touching hers, make blessed my rude hand.
+Did my heart love till now? forswear it, sight!
+For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night.
+
+ +TYBALT +
+This, by his voice, should be a Montague.
+Fetch me my rapier, boy. What dares the slave
+Come hither, cover'd with an antic face,
+To fleer and scorn at our solemnity?
+Now, by the stock and honour of my kin,
+To strike him dead, I hold it not a sin.
+
+ +CAPULET +
+Why, how now, kinsman! wherefore storm you so?
+
+ +TYBALT +
+Uncle, this is a Montague, our foe,
+A villain that is hither come in spite,
+To scorn at our solemnity this night.
+
+ +CAPULET +
+Young Romeo is it?
+
+ +TYBALT +
+'Tis he, that villain Romeo.
+
+ +CAPULET +
+Content thee, gentle coz, let him alone;
+He bears him like a portly gentleman;
+And, to say truth, Verona brags of him
+To be a virtuous and well-govern'd youth:
+I would not for the wealth of all the town
+Here in my house do him disparagement:
+Therefore be patient, take no note of him:
+It is my will, the which if thou respect,
+Show a fair presence and put off these frowns,
+And ill-beseeming semblance for a feast.
+
+ +TYBALT +
+It fits, when such a villain is a guest:
+I'll not endure him.
+
+ +CAPULET +
+He shall be endured:
+What, goodman boy! I say, he shall: go to;
+Am I the master here, or you? go to.
+You'll not endure him! God shall mend my soul!
+You'll make a mutiny among my guests!
+You will set cock-a-hoop! you'll be the man!
+
+ +TYBALT +
+Why, uncle, 'tis a shame.
+
+ +CAPULET +
+Go to, go to;
+You are a saucy boy: is't so, indeed?
+This trick may chance to scathe you, I know what:
+You must contrary me! marry, 'tis time.
+Well said, my hearts! You are a princox; go:
+Be quiet, or--More light, more light! For shame!
+I'll make you quiet. What, cheerly, my hearts!
+
+ +TYBALT +
+Patience perforce with wilful choler meeting
+Makes my flesh tremble in their different greeting.
+I will withdraw: but this intrusion shall
+Now seeming sweet convert to bitter gall.
+

Exit

+
+ +ROMEO +
+[To JULIET] If I profane with my unworthiest hand
+This holy shrine, the gentle fine is this:
+My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand
+To smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss.
+
+ +JULIET +
+Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much,
+Which mannerly devotion shows in this;
+For saints have hands that pilgrims' hands do touch,
+And palm to palm is holy palmers' kiss.
+
+ +ROMEO +
+Have not saints lips, and holy palmers too?
+
+ +JULIET +
+Ay, pilgrim, lips that they must use in prayer.
+
+ +ROMEO +
+O, then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do;
+They pray, grant thou, lest faith turn to despair.
+
+ +JULIET +
+Saints do not move, though grant for prayers' sake.
+
+ +ROMEO +
+Then move not, while my prayer's effect I take.
+Thus from my lips, by yours, my sin is purged.
+
+ +JULIET +
+Then have my lips the sin that they have took.
+
+ +ROMEO +
+Sin from thy lips? O trespass sweetly urged!
+Give me my sin again.
+
+ +JULIET +
+You kiss by the book.
+
+ +Nurse +
+Madam, your mother craves a word with you.
+
+ +ROMEO +
+What is her mother?
+
+ +Nurse +
+Marry, bachelor,
+Her mother is the lady of the house,
+And a good lady, and a wise and virtuous
+I nursed her daughter, that you talk'd withal;
+I tell you, he that can lay hold of her
+Shall have the chinks.
+
+ +ROMEO +
+Is she a Capulet?
+O dear account! my life is my foe's debt.
+
+ +BENVOLIO +
+Away, begone; the sport is at the best.
+
+ +ROMEO +
+Ay, so I fear; the more is my unrest.
+
+ +CAPULET +
+Nay, gentlemen, prepare not to be gone;
+We have a trifling foolish banquet towards.
+Is it e'en so? why, then, I thank you all
+I thank you, honest gentlemen; good night.
+More torches here! Come on then, let's to bed.
+Ah, sirrah, by my fay, it waxes late:
+I'll to my rest.
+

Exeunt all but JULIET and Nurse

+
+ +JULIET +
+Come hither, nurse. What is yond gentleman?
+
+ +Nurse +
+The son and heir of old Tiberio.
+
+ +JULIET +
+What's he that now is going out of door?
+
+ +Nurse +
+Marry, that, I think, be young Petrucio.
+
+ +JULIET +
+What's he that follows there, that would not dance?
+
+ +Nurse +
+I know not.
+
+ +JULIET +
+Go ask his name: if he be married.
+My grave is like to be my wedding bed.
+
+ +Nurse +
+His name is Romeo, and a Montague;
+The only son of your great enemy.
+
+ +JULIET +
+My only love sprung from my only hate!
+Too early seen unknown, and known too late!
+Prodigious birth of love it is to me,
+That I must love a loathed enemy.
+
+ +Nurse +
+What's this? what's this?
+
+ +JULIET +
+A rhyme I learn'd even now
+Of one I danced withal.
+

One calls within 'Juliet.'

+
+ +Nurse +
+Anon, anon!
+Come, let's away; the strangers all are gone.
+

Exeunt

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PROLOGUE

+ +

+Enter Chorus +
+ +Chorus +
+Now old desire doth in his death-bed lie,
+And young affection gapes to be his heir;
+That fair for which love groan'd for and would die,
+With tender Juliet match'd, is now not fair.
+Now Romeo is beloved and loves again,
+Alike betwitched by the charm of looks,
+But to his foe supposed he must complain,
+And she steal love's sweet bait from fearful hooks:
+Being held a foe, he may not have access
+To breathe such vows as lovers use to swear;
+And she as much in love, her means much less
+To meet her new-beloved any where:
+But passion lends them power, time means, to meet
+Tempering extremities with extreme sweet.
+

Exit

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SCENE I. A lane by the wall of Capulet's orchard.

+ +

+Enter ROMEO +
+ +ROMEO +
+Can I go forward when my heart is here?
+Turn back, dull earth, and find thy centre out.
+

He climbs the wall, and leaps down within it

+

Enter BENVOLIO and MERCUTIO

+
+ +BENVOLIO +
+Romeo! my cousin Romeo!
+
+ +MERCUTIO +
+He is wise;
+And, on my lie, hath stol'n him home to bed.
+
+ +BENVOLIO +
+He ran this way, and leap'd this orchard wall:
+Call, good Mercutio.
+
+ +MERCUTIO +
+Nay, I'll conjure too.
+Romeo! humours! madman! passion! lover!
+Appear thou in the likeness of a sigh:
+Speak but one rhyme, and I am satisfied;
+Cry but 'Ay me!' pronounce but 'love' and 'dove;'
+Speak to my gossip Venus one fair word,
+One nick-name for her purblind son and heir,
+Young Adam Cupid, he that shot so trim,
+When King Cophetua loved the beggar-maid!
+He heareth not, he stirreth not, he moveth not;
+The ape is dead, and I must conjure him.
+I conjure thee by Rosaline's bright eyes,
+By her high forehead and her scarlet lip,
+By her fine foot, straight leg and quivering thigh
+And the demesnes that there adjacent lie,
+That in thy likeness thou appear to us!
+
+ +BENVOLIO +
+And if he hear thee, thou wilt anger him.
+
+ +MERCUTIO +
+This cannot anger him: 'twould anger him
+To raise a spirit in his mistress' circle
+Of some strange nature, letting it there stand
+Till she had laid it and conjured it down;
+That were some spite: my invocation
+Is fair and honest, and in his mistres s' name
+I conjure only but to raise up him.
+
+ +BENVOLIO +
+Come, he hath hid himself among these trees,
+To be consorted with the humorous night:
+Blind is his love and best befits the dark.
+
+ +MERCUTIO +
+If love be blind, love cannot hit the mark.
+Now will he sit under a medlar tree,
+And wish his mistress were that kind of fruit
+As maids call medlars, when they laugh alone.
+Romeo, that she were, O, that she were
+An open et caetera, thou a poperin pear!
+Romeo, good night: I'll to my truckle-bed;
+This field-bed is too cold for me to sleep:
+Come, shall we go?
+
+ +BENVOLIO +
+ Go, then; for 'tis in vain
+To seek him here that means not to be found.
+

Exeunt

+
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SCENE II. Capulet's orchard.

+ +

+Enter ROMEO +
+ +ROMEO +
+He jests at scars that never felt a wound.
+

JULIET appears above at a window

+But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks?
+It is the east, and Juliet is the sun.
+Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon,
+Who is already sick and pale with grief,
+That thou her maid art far more fair than she:
+Be not her maid, since she is envious;
+Her vestal livery is but sick and green
+And none but fools do wear it; cast it off.
+It is my lady, O, it is my love!
+O, that she knew she were!
+She speaks yet she says nothing: what of that?
+Her eye discourses; I will answer it.
+I am too bold, 'tis not to me she speaks:
+Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven,
+Having some business, do entreat her eyes
+To twinkle in their spheres till they return.
+What if her eyes were there, they in her head?
+The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars,
+As daylight doth a lamp; her eyes in heaven
+Would through the airy region stream so bright
+That birds would sing and think it were not night.
+See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand!
+O, that I were a glove upon that hand,
+That I might touch that cheek!
+
+ +JULIET +
+Ay me!
+
+ +ROMEO +
+She speaks:
+O, speak again, bright angel! for thou art
+As glorious to this night, being o'er my head
+As is a winged messenger of heaven
+Unto the white-upturned wondering eyes
+Of mortals that fall back to gaze on him
+When he bestrides the lazy-pacing clouds
+And sails upon the bosom of the air.
+
+ +JULIET +
+O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo?
+Deny thy father and refuse thy name;
+Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love,
+And I'll no longer be a Capulet.
+
+ +ROMEO +
+[Aside] Shall I hear more, or shall I speak at this?
+
+ +JULIET +
+'Tis but thy name that is my enemy;
+Thou art thyself, though not a Montague.
+What's Montague? it is nor hand, nor foot,
+Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part
+Belonging to a man. O, be some other name!
+What's in a name? that which we call a rose
+By any other name would smell as sweet;
+So Romeo would, were he not Romeo call'd,
+Retain that dear perfection which he owes
+Without that title. Romeo, doff thy name,
+And for that name which is no part of thee
+Take all myself.
+
+ +ROMEO +
+ I take thee at thy word:
+Call me but love, and I'll be new baptized;
+Henceforth I never will be Romeo.
+
+ +JULIET +
+What man art thou that thus bescreen'd in night
+So stumblest on my counsel?
+
+ +ROMEO +
+By a name
+I know not how to tell thee who I am:
+My name, dear saint, is hateful to myself,
+Because it is an enemy to thee;
+Had I it written, I would tear the word.
+
+ +JULIET +
+My ears have not yet drunk a hundred words
+Of that tongue's utterance, yet I know the sound:
+Art thou not Romeo and a Montague?
+
+ +ROMEO +
+Neither, fair saint, if either thee dislike.
+
+ +JULIET +
+How camest thou hither, tell me, and wherefore?
+The orchard walls are high and hard to climb,
+And the place death, considering who thou art,
+If any of my kinsmen find thee here.
+
+ +ROMEO +
+With love's light wings did I o'er-perch these walls;
+For stony limits cannot hold love out,
+And what love can do that dares love attempt;
+Therefore thy kinsmen are no let to me.
+
+ +JULIET +
+If they do see thee, they will murder thee.
+
+ +ROMEO +
+Alack, there lies more peril in thine eye
+Than twenty of their swords: look thou but sweet,
+And I am proof against their enmity.
+
+ +JULIET +
+I would not for the world they saw thee here.
+
+ +ROMEO +
+I have night's cloak to hide me from their sight;
+And but thou love me, let them find me here:
+My life were better ended by their hate,
+Than death prorogued, wanting of thy love.
+
+ +JULIET +
+By whose direction found'st thou out this place?
+
+ +ROMEO +
+By love, who first did prompt me to inquire;
+He lent me counsel and I lent him eyes.
+I am no pilot; yet, wert thou as far
+As that vast shore wash'd with the farthest sea,
+I would adventure for such merchandise.
+
+ +JULIET +
+Thou know'st the mask of night is on my face,
+Else would a maiden blush bepaint my cheek
+For that which thou hast heard me speak to-night
+Fain would I dwell on form, fain, fain deny
+What I have spoke: but farewell compliment!
+Dost thou love me? I know thou wilt say 'Ay,'
+And I will take thy word: yet if thou swear'st,
+Thou mayst prove false; at lovers' perjuries
+Then say, Jove laughs. O gentle Romeo,
+If thou dost love, pronounce it faithfully:
+Or if thou think'st I am too quickly won,
+I'll frown and be perverse an say thee nay,
+So thou wilt woo; but else, not for the world.
+In truth, fair Montague, I am too fond,
+And therefore thou mayst think my 'havior light:
+But trust me, gentleman, I'll prove more true
+Than those that have more cunning to be strange.
+I should have been more strange, I must confess,
+But that thou overheard'st, ere I was ware,
+My true love's passion: therefore pardon me,
+And not impute this yielding to light love,
+Which the dark night hath so discovered.
+
+ +ROMEO +
+Lady, by yonder blessed moon I swear
+That tips with silver all these fruit-tree tops--
+
+ +JULIET +
+O, swear not by the moon, the inconstant moon,
+That monthly changes in her circled orb,
+Lest that thy love prove likewise variable.
+
+ +ROMEO +
+What shall I swear by?
+
+ +JULIET +
+Do not swear at all;
+Or, if thou wilt, swear by thy gracious self,
+Which is the god of my idolatry,
+And I'll believe thee.
+
+ +ROMEO +
+If my heart's dear love--
+
+ +JULIET +
+Well, do not swear: although I joy in thee,
+I have no joy of this contract to-night:
+It is too rash, too unadvised, too sudden;
+Too like the lightning, which doth cease to be
+Ere one can say 'It lightens.' Sweet, good night!
+This bud of love, by summer's ripening breath,
+May prove a beauteous flower when next we meet.
+Good night, good night! as sweet repose and rest
+Come to thy heart as that within my breast!
+
+ +ROMEO +
+O, wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied?
+
+ +JULIET +
+What satisfaction canst thou have to-night?
+
+ +ROMEO +
+The exchange of thy love's faithful vow for mine.
+
+ +JULIET +
+I gave thee mine before thou didst request it:
+And yet I would it were to give again.
+
+ +ROMEO +
+Wouldst thou withdraw it? for what purpose, love?
+
+ +JULIET +
+But to be frank, and give it thee again.
+And yet I wish but for the thing I have:
+My bounty is as boundless as the sea,
+My love as deep; the more I give to thee,
+The more I have, for both are infinite.
+

Nurse calls within

+I hear some noise within; dear love, adieu!
+Anon, good nurse! Sweet Montague, be true.
+Stay but a little, I will come again.
+

Exit, above

+
+ +ROMEO +
+O blessed, blessed night! I am afeard.
+Being in night, all this is but a dream,
+Too flattering-sweet to be substantial.
+

Re-enter JULIET, above

+
+ +JULIET +
+Three words, dear Romeo, and good night indeed.
+If that thy bent of love be honourable,
+Thy purpose marriage, send me word to-morrow,
+By one that I'll procure to come to thee,
+Where and what time thou wilt perform the rite;
+And all my fortunes at thy foot I'll lay
+And follow thee my lord throughout the world.
+
+ +Nurse +
+[Within] Madam!
+
+ +JULIET +
+I come, anon.--But if thou mean'st not well,
+I do beseech thee--
+
+ +Nurse +
+[Within] Madam!
+
+ +JULIET +
+By and by, I come:--
+To cease thy suit, and leave me to my grief:
+To-morrow will I send.
+
+ +ROMEO +
+So thrive my soul--
+
+ +JULIET +
+A thousand times good night!
+

Exit, above

+
+ +ROMEO +
+A thousand times the worse, to want thy light.
+Love goes toward love, as schoolboys from
+their books,
+But love from love, toward school with heavy looks.
+

Retiring

+

Re-enter JULIET, above

+
+ +JULIET +
+Hist! Romeo, hist! O, for a falconer's voice,
+To lure this tassel-gentle back again!
+Bondage is hoarse, and may not speak aloud;
+Else would I tear the cave where Echo lies,
+And make her airy tongue more hoarse than mine,
+With repetition of my Romeo's name.
+
+ +ROMEO +
+It is my soul that calls upon my name:
+How silver-sweet sound lovers' tongues by night,
+Like softest music to attending ears!
+
+ +JULIET +
+Romeo!
+
+ +ROMEO +
+ My dear?
+
+ +JULIET +
+ At what o'clock to-morrow
+Shall I send to thee?
+
+ +ROMEO +
+At the hour of nine.
+
+ +JULIET +
+I will not fail: 'tis twenty years till then.
+I have forgot why I did call thee back.
+
+ +ROMEO +
+Let me stand here till thou remember it.
+
+ +JULIET +
+I shall forget, to have thee still stand there,
+Remembering how I love thy company.
+
+ +ROMEO +
+And I'll still stay, to have thee still forget,
+Forgetting any other home but this.
+
+ +JULIET +
+'Tis almost morning; I would have thee gone:
+And yet no further than a wanton's bird;
+Who lets it hop a little from her hand,
+Like a poor prisoner in his twisted gyves,
+And with a silk thread plucks it back again,
+So loving-jealous of his liberty.
+
+ +ROMEO +
+I would I were thy bird.
+
+ +JULIET +
+Sweet, so would I:
+Yet I should kill thee with much cherishing.
+Good night, good night! parting is such
+sweet sorrow,
+That I shall say good night till it be morrow.
+

Exit above

+
+ +ROMEO +
+Sleep dwell upon thine eyes, peace in thy breast!
+Would I were sleep and peace, so sweet to rest!
+Hence will I to my ghostly father's cell,
+His help to crave, and my dear hap to tell.
+

Exit

+
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SCENE III. Friar Laurence's cell.

+ +

+Enter FRIAR LAURENCE, with a basket +
+ +FRIAR LAURENCE +
+The grey-eyed morn smiles on the frowning night,
+Chequering the eastern clouds with streaks of light,
+And flecked darkness like a drunkard reels
+From forth day's path and Titan's fiery wheels:
+Now, ere the sun advance his burning eye,
+The day to cheer and night's dank dew to dry,
+I must up-fill this osier cage of ours
+With baleful weeds and precious-juiced flowers.
+The earth that's nature's mother is her tomb;
+What is her burying grave that is her womb,
+And from her womb children of divers kind
+We sucking on her natural bosom find,
+Many for many virtues excellent,
+None but for some and yet all different.
+O, mickle is the powerful grace that lies
+In herbs, plants, stones, and their true qualities:
+For nought so vile that on the earth doth live
+But to the earth some special good doth give,
+Nor aught so good but strain'd from that fair use
+Revolts from true birth, stumbling on abuse:
+Virtue itself turns vice, being misapplied;
+And vice sometimes by action dignified.
+Within the infant rind of this small flower
+Poison hath residence and medicine power:
+For this, being smelt, with that part cheers each part;
+Being tasted, slays all senses with the heart.
+Two such opposed kings encamp them still
+In man as well as herbs, grace and rude will;
+And where the worser is predominant,
+Full soon the canker death eats up that plant.
+

Enter ROMEO

+
+ +ROMEO +
+Good morrow, father.
+
+ +FRIAR LAURENCE +
+Benedicite!
+What early tongue so sweet saluteth me?
+Young son, it argues a distemper'd head
+So soon to bid good morrow to thy bed:
+Care keeps his watch in every old man's eye,
+And where care lodges, sleep will never lie;
+But where unbruised youth with unstuff'd brain
+Doth couch his limbs, there golden sleep doth reign:
+Therefore thy earliness doth me assure
+Thou art up-roused by some distemperature;
+Or if not so, then here I hit it right,
+Our Romeo hath not been in bed to-night.
+
+ +ROMEO +
+That last is true; the sweeter rest was mine.
+
+ +FRIAR LAURENCE +
+God pardon sin! wast thou with Rosaline?
+
+ +ROMEO +
+With Rosaline, my ghostly father? no;
+I have forgot that name, and that name's woe.
+
+ +FRIAR LAURENCE +
+That's my good son: but where hast thou been, then?
+
+ +ROMEO +
+I'll tell thee, ere thou ask it me again.
+I have been feasting with mine enemy,
+Where on a sudden one hath wounded me,
+That's by me wounded: both our remedies
+Within thy help and holy physic lies:
+I bear no hatred, blessed man, for, lo,
+My intercession likewise steads my foe.
+
+ +FRIAR LAURENCE +
+Be plain, good son, and homely in thy drift;
+Riddling confession finds but riddling shrift.
+
+ +ROMEO +
+Then plainly know my heart's dear love is set
+On the fair daughter of rich Capulet:
+As mine on hers, so hers is set on mine;
+And all combined, save what thou must combine
+By holy marriage: when and where and how
+We met, we woo'd and made exchange of vow,
+I'll tell thee as we pass; but this I pray,
+That thou consent to marry us to-day.
+
+ +FRIAR LAURENCE +
+Holy Saint Francis, what a change is here!
+Is Rosaline, whom thou didst love so dear,
+So soon forsaken? young men's love then lies
+Not truly in their hearts, but in their eyes.
+Jesu Maria, what a deal of brine
+Hath wash'd thy sallow cheeks for Rosaline!
+How much salt water thrown away in waste,
+To season love, that of it doth not taste!
+The sun not yet thy sighs from heaven clears,
+Thy old groans ring yet in my ancient ears;
+Lo, here upon thy cheek the stain doth sit
+Of an old tear that is not wash'd off yet:
+If e'er thou wast thyself and these woes thine,
+Thou and these woes were all for Rosaline:
+And art thou changed? pronounce this sentence then,
+Women may fall, when there's no strength in men.
+
+ +ROMEO +
+Thou chid'st me oft for loving Rosaline.
+
+ +FRIAR LAURENCE +
+For doting, not for loving, pupil mine.
+
+ +ROMEO +
+And bad'st me bury love.
+
+ +FRIAR LAURENCE +
+Not in a grave,
+To lay one in, another out to have.
+
+ +ROMEO +
+I pray thee, chide not; she whom I love now
+Doth grace for grace and love for love allow;
+The other did not so.
+
+ +FRIAR LAURENCE +
+O, she knew well
+Thy love did read by rote and could not spell.
+But come, young waverer, come, go with me,
+In one respect I'll thy assistant be;
+For this alliance may so happy prove,
+To turn your households' rancour to pure love.
+
+ +ROMEO +
+O, let us hence; I stand on sudden haste.
+
+ +FRIAR LAURENCE +
+Wisely and slow; they stumble that run fast.
+

Exeunt

+
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SCENE IV. A street.

+ +

+Enter BENVOLIO and MERCUTIO +
+ +MERCUTIO +
+Where the devil should this Romeo be?
+Came he not home to-night?
+
+ +BENVOLIO +
+Not to his father's; I spoke with his man.
+
+ +MERCUTIO +
+Ah, that same pale hard-hearted wench, that Rosaline.
+Torments him so, that he will sure run mad.
+
+ +BENVOLIO +
+Tybalt, the kinsman of old Capulet,
+Hath sent a letter to his father's house.
+
+ +MERCUTIO +
+A challenge, on my life.
+
+ +BENVOLIO +
+Romeo will answer it.
+
+ +MERCUTIO +
+Any man that can write may answer a letter.
+
+ +BENVOLIO +
+Nay, he will answer the letter's master, how he
+dares, being dared.
+
+ +MERCUTIO +
+Alas poor Romeo! he is already dead; stabbed with a
+white wench's black eye; shot through the ear with a
+love-song; the very pin of his heart cleft with the
+blind bow-boy's butt-shaft: and is he a man to
+encounter Tybalt?
+
+ +BENVOLIO +
+Why, what is Tybalt?
+
+ +MERCUTIO +
+More than prince of cats, I can tell you. O, he is
+the courageous captain of compliments. He fights as
+you sing prick-song, keeps time, distance, and
+proportion; rests me his minim rest, one, two, and
+the third in your bosom: the very butcher of a silk
+button, a duellist, a duellist; a gentleman of the
+very first house, of the first and second cause:
+ah, the immortal passado! the punto reverso! the
+hai!
+
+ +BENVOLIO +
+The what?
+
+ +MERCUTIO +
+The pox of such antic, lisping, affecting
+fantasticoes; these new tuners of accents! 'By Jesu,
+a very good blade! a very tall man! a very good
+whore!' Why, is not this a lamentable thing,
+grandsire, that we should be thus afflicted with
+these strange flies, these fashion-mongers, these
+perdona-mi's, who stand so much on the new form,
+that they cannot at ease on the old bench? O, their
+bones, their bones!
+

Enter ROMEO

+
+ +BENVOLIO +
+Here comes Romeo, here comes Romeo.
+
+ +MERCUTIO +
+Without his roe, like a dried herring: flesh, flesh,
+how art thou fishified! Now is he for the numbers
+that Petrarch flowed in: Laura to his lady was but a
+kitchen-wench; marry, she had a better love to
+be-rhyme her; Dido a dowdy; Cleopatra a gipsy;
+Helen and Hero hildings and harlots; Thisbe a grey
+eye or so, but not to the purpose. Signior
+Romeo, bon jour! there's a French salutation
+to your French slop. You gave us the counterfeit
+fairly last night.
+
+ +ROMEO +
+Good morrow to you both. What counterfeit did I give you?
+
+ +MERCUTIO +
+The ship, sir, the slip; can you not conceive?
+
+ +ROMEO +
+Pardon, good Mercutio, my business was great; and in
+such a case as mine a man may strain courtesy.
+
+ +MERCUTIO +
+That's as much as to say, such a case as yours
+constrains a man to bow in the hams.
+
+ +ROMEO +
+Meaning, to court'sy.
+
+ +MERCUTIO +
+Thou hast most kindly hit it.
+
+ +ROMEO +
+A most courteous exposition.
+
+ +MERCUTIO +
+Nay, I am the very pink of courtesy.
+
+ +ROMEO +
+Pink for flower.
+
+ +MERCUTIO +
+Right.
+
+ +ROMEO +
+Why, then is my pump well flowered.
+
+ +MERCUTIO +
+Well said: follow me this jest now till thou hast
+worn out thy pump, that when the single sole of it
+is worn, the jest may remain after the wearing sole singular.
+
+ +ROMEO +
+O single-soled jest, solely singular for the
+singleness.
+
+ +MERCUTIO +
+Come between us, good Benvolio; my wits faint.
+
+ +ROMEO +
+Switch and spurs, switch and spurs; or I'll cry a match.
+
+ +MERCUTIO +
+Nay, if thy wits run the wild-goose chase, I have
+done, for thou hast more of the wild-goose in one of
+thy wits than, I am sure, I have in my whole five:
+was I with you there for the goose?
+
+ +ROMEO +
+Thou wast never with me for any thing when thou wast
+not there for the goose.
+
+ +MERCUTIO +
+I will bite thee by the ear for that jest.
+
+ +ROMEO +
+Nay, good goose, bite not.
+
+ +MERCUTIO +
+Thy wit is a very bitter sweeting; it is a most
+sharp sauce.
+
+ +ROMEO +
+And is it not well served in to a sweet goose?
+
+ +MERCUTIO +
+O here's a wit of cheveril, that stretches from an
+inch narrow to an ell broad!
+
+ +ROMEO +
+I stretch it out for that word 'broad;' which added
+to the goose, proves thee far and wide a broad goose.
+
+ +MERCUTIO +
+Why, is not this better now than groaning for love?
+now art thou sociable, now art thou Romeo; now art
+thou what thou art, by art as well as by nature:
+for this drivelling love is like a great natural,
+that runs lolling up and down to hide his bauble in a hole.
+
+ +BENVOLIO +
+Stop there, stop there.
+
+ +MERCUTIO +
+Thou desirest me to stop in my tale against the hair.
+
+ +BENVOLIO +
+Thou wouldst else have made thy tale large.
+
+ +MERCUTIO +
+O, thou art deceived; I would have made it short:
+for I was come to the whole depth of my tale; and
+meant, indeed, to occupy the argument no longer.
+
+ +ROMEO +
+Here's goodly gear!
+

Enter Nurse and PETER

+
+ +MERCUTIO +
+A sail, a sail!
+
+ +BENVOLIO +
+Two, two; a shirt and a smock.
+
+ +Nurse +
+Peter!
+
+ +PETER +
+Anon!
+
+ +Nurse +
+My fan, Peter.
+
+ +MERCUTIO +
+Good Peter, to hide her face; for her fan's the
+fairer face.
+
+ +Nurse +
+God ye good morrow, gentlemen.
+
+ +MERCUTIO +
+God ye good den, fair gentlewoman.
+
+ +Nurse +
+Is it good den?
+
+ +MERCUTIO +
+'Tis no less, I tell you, for the bawdy hand of the
+dial is now upon the prick of noon.
+
+ +Nurse +
+Out upon you! what a man are you!
+
+ +ROMEO +
+One, gentlewoman, that God hath made for himself to
+mar.
+
+ +Nurse +
+By my troth, it is well said; 'for himself to mar,'
+quoth a'? Gentlemen, can any of you tell me where I
+may find the young Romeo?
+
+ +ROMEO +
+I can tell you; but young Romeo will be older when
+you have found him than he was when you sought him:
+I am the youngest of that name, for fault of a worse.
+
+ +Nurse +
+You say well.
+
+ +MERCUTIO +
+Yea, is the worst well? very well took, i' faith;
+wisely, wisely.
+
+ +Nurse +
+if you be he, sir, I desire some confidence with
+you.
+
+ +BENVOLIO +
+She will indite him to some supper.
+
+ +MERCUTIO +
+A bawd, a bawd, a bawd! so ho!
+
+ +ROMEO +
+What hast thou found?
+
+ +MERCUTIO +
+No hare, sir; unless a hare, sir, in a lenten pie,
+that is something stale and hoar ere it be spent.
+

Sings

+An old hare hoar,
+And an old hare hoar,
+Is very good meat in lent
+But a hare that is hoar
+Is too much for a score,
+When it hoars ere it be spent.
+Romeo, will you come to your father's? we'll
+to dinner, thither.
+
+ +ROMEO +
+I will follow you.
+
+ +MERCUTIO +
+Farewell, ancient lady; farewell,
+

Singing

+'lady, lady, lady.'
+

Exeunt MERCUTIO and BENVOLIO

+
+ +Nurse +
+Marry, farewell! I pray you, sir, what saucy
+merchant was this, that was so full of his ropery?
+
+ +ROMEO +
+A gentleman, nurse, that loves to hear himself talk,
+and will speak more in a minute than he will stand
+to in a month.
+
+ +Nurse +
+An a' speak any thing against me, I'll take him
+down, an a' were lustier than he is, and twenty such
+Jacks; and if I cannot, I'll find those that shall.
+Scurvy knave! I am none of his flirt-gills; I am
+none of his skains-mates. And thou must stand by
+too, and suffer every knave to use me at his pleasure?
+
+ +PETER +
+I saw no man use you a pleasure; if I had, my weapon
+should quickly have been out, I warrant you: I dare
+draw as soon as another man, if I see occasion in a
+good quarrel, and the law on my side.
+
+ +Nurse +
+Now, afore God, I am so vexed, that every part about
+me quivers. Scurvy knave! Pray you, sir, a word:
+and as I told you, my young lady bade me inquire you
+out; what she bade me say, I will keep to myself:
+but first let me tell ye, if ye should lead her into
+a fool's paradise, as they say, it were a very gross
+kind of behavior, as they say: for the gentlewoman
+is young; and, therefore, if you should deal double
+with her, truly it were an ill thing to be offered
+to any gentlewoman, and very weak dealing.
+
+ +ROMEO +
+Nurse, commend me to thy lady and mistress. I
+protest unto thee--
+
+ +Nurse +
+Good heart, and, i' faith, I will tell her as much:
+Lord, Lord, she will be a joyful woman.
+
+ +ROMEO +
+What wilt thou tell her, nurse? thou dost not mark me.
+
+ +Nurse +
+I will tell her, sir, that you do protest; which, as
+I take it, is a gentlemanlike offer.
+
+ +ROMEO +
+Bid her devise
+Some means to come to shrift this afternoon;
+And there she shall at Friar Laurence' cell
+Be shrived and married. Here is for thy pains.
+
+ +Nurse +
+No truly sir; not a penny.
+
+ +ROMEO +
+Go to; I say you shall.
+
+ +Nurse +
+This afternoon, sir? well, she shall be there.
+
+ +ROMEO +
+And stay, good nurse, behind the abbey wall:
+Within this hour my man shall be with thee
+And bring thee cords made like a tackled stair;
+Which to the high top-gallant of my joy
+Must be my convoy in the secret night.
+Farewell; be trusty, and I'll quit thy pains:
+Farewell; commend me to thy mistress.
+
+ +Nurse +
+Now God in heaven bless thee! Hark you, sir.
+
+ +ROMEO +
+What say'st thou, my dear nurse?
+
+ +Nurse +
+Is your man secret? Did you ne'er hear say,
+Two may keep counsel, putting one away?
+
+ +ROMEO +
+I warrant thee, my man's as true as steel.
+
+ +NURSE +
+Well, sir; my mistress is the sweetest lady--Lord,
+Lord! when 'twas a little prating thing:--O, there
+is a nobleman in town, one Paris, that would fain
+lay knife aboard; but she, good soul, had as lief
+see a toad, a very toad, as see him. I anger her
+sometimes and tell her that Paris is the properer
+man; but, I'll warrant you, when I say so, she looks
+as pale as any clout in the versal world. Doth not
+rosemary and Romeo begin both with a letter?
+
+ +ROMEO +
+Ay, nurse; what of that? both with an R.
+
+ +Nurse +
+Ah. mocker! that's the dog's name; R is for
+the--No; I know it begins with some other
+letter:--and she hath the prettiest sententious of
+it, of you and rosemary, that it would do you good
+to hear it.
+
+ +ROMEO +
+Commend me to thy lady.
+
+ +Nurse +
+Ay, a thousand times.
+

Exit Romeo

+Peter!
+
+ +PETER +
+Anon!
+
+ +Nurse +
+Peter, take my fan, and go before and apace.
+

Exeunt

+
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SCENE V. Capulet's orchard.

+ +

+Enter JULIET +
+ +JULIET +
+The clock struck nine when I did send the nurse;
+In half an hour she promised to return.
+Perchance she cannot meet him: that's not so.
+O, she is lame! love's heralds should be thoughts,
+Which ten times faster glide than the sun's beams,
+Driving back shadows over louring hills:
+Therefore do nimble-pinion'd doves draw love,
+And therefore hath the wind-swift Cupid wings.
+Now is the sun upon the highmost hill
+Of this day's journey, and from nine till twelve
+Is three long hours, yet she is not come.
+Had she affections and warm youthful blood,
+She would be as swift in motion as a ball;
+My words would bandy her to my sweet love,
+And his to me:
+But old folks, many feign as they were dead;
+Unwieldy, slow, heavy and pale as lead.
+O God, she comes!
+

Enter Nurse and PETER

+O honey nurse, what news?
+Hast thou met with him? Send thy man away.
+
+ +Nurse +
+Peter, stay at the gate.
+

Exit PETER

+
+ +JULIET +
+Now, good sweet nurse,--O Lord, why look'st thou sad?
+Though news be sad, yet tell them merrily;
+If good, thou shamest the music of sweet news
+By playing it to me with so sour a face.
+
+ +Nurse +
+I am a-weary, give me leave awhile:
+Fie, how my bones ache! what a jaunt have I had!
+
+ +JULIET +
+I would thou hadst my bones, and I thy news:
+Nay, come, I pray thee, speak; good, good nurse, speak.
+
+ +Nurse +
+Jesu, what haste? can you not stay awhile?
+Do you not see that I am out of breath?
+
+ +JULIET +
+How art thou out of breath, when thou hast breath
+To say to me that thou art out of breath?
+The excuse that thou dost make in this delay
+Is longer than the tale thou dost excuse.
+Is thy news good, or bad? answer to that;
+Say either, and I'll stay the circumstance:
+Let me be satisfied, is't good or bad?
+
+ +Nurse +
+Well, you have made a simple choice; you know not
+how to choose a man: Romeo! no, not he; though his
+face be better than any man's, yet his leg excels
+all men's; and for a hand, and a foot, and a body,
+though they be not to be talked on, yet they are
+past compare: he is not the flower of courtesy,
+but, I'll warrant him, as gentle as a lamb. Go thy
+ways, wench; serve God. What, have you dined at home?
+
+ +JULIET +
+No, no: but all this did I know before.
+What says he of our marriage? what of that?
+
+ +Nurse +
+Lord, how my head aches! what a head have I!
+It beats as it would fall in twenty pieces.
+My back o' t' other side,--O, my back, my back!
+Beshrew your heart for sending me about,
+To catch my death with jaunting up and down!
+
+ +JULIET +
+I' faith, I am sorry that thou art not well.
+Sweet, sweet, sweet nurse, tell me, what says my love?
+
+ +Nurse +
+Your love says, like an honest gentleman, and a
+courteous, and a kind, and a handsome, and, I
+warrant, a virtuous,--Where is your mother?
+
+ +JULIET +
+Where is my mother! why, she is within;
+Where should she be? How oddly thou repliest!
+'Your love says, like an honest gentleman,
+Where is your mother?'
+
+ +Nurse +
+O God's lady dear!
+Are you so hot? marry, come up, I trow;
+Is this the poultice for my aching bones?
+Henceforward do your messages yourself.
+
+ +JULIET +
+Here's such a coil! come, what says Romeo?
+
+ +Nurse +
+Have you got leave to go to shrift to-day?
+
+ +JULIET +
+I have.
+
+ +Nurse +
+Then hie you hence to Friar Laurence' cell;
+There stays a husband to make you a wife:
+Now comes the wanton blood up in your cheeks,
+They'll be in scarlet straight at any news.
+Hie you to church; I must another way,
+To fetch a ladder, by the which your love
+Must climb a bird's nest soon when it is dark:
+I am the drudge and toil in your delight,
+But you shall bear the burden soon at night.
+Go; I'll to dinner: hie you to the cell.
+
+ +JULIET +
+Hie to high fortune! Honest nurse, farewell.
+

Exeunt

+
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SCENE VI. Friar Laurence's cell.

+ +

+Enter FRIAR LAURENCE and ROMEO +
+ +FRIAR LAURENCE +
+So smile the heavens upon this holy act,
+That after hours with sorrow chide us not!
+
+ +ROMEO +
+Amen, amen! but come what sorrow can,
+It cannot countervail the exchange of joy
+That one short minute gives me in her sight:
+Do thou but close our hands with holy words,
+Then love-devouring death do what he dare;
+It is enough I may but call her mine.
+
+ +FRIAR LAURENCE +
+These violent delights have violent ends
+And in their triumph die, like fire and powder,
+Which as they kiss consume: the sweetest honey
+Is loathsome in his own deliciousness
+And in the taste confounds the appetite:
+Therefore love moderately; long love doth so;
+Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow.
+

Enter JULIET

+Here comes the lady: O, so light a foot
+Will ne'er wear out the everlasting flint:
+A lover may bestride the gossamer
+That idles in the wanton summer air,
+And yet not fall; so light is vanity.
+
+ +JULIET +
+Good even to my ghostly confessor.
+
+ +FRIAR LAURENCE +
+Romeo shall thank thee, daughter, for us both.
+
+ +JULIET +
+As much to him, else is his thanks too much.
+
+ +ROMEO +
+Ah, Juliet, if the measure of thy joy
+Be heap'd like mine and that thy skill be more
+To blazon it, then sweeten with thy breath
+This neighbour air, and let rich music's tongue
+Unfold the imagined happiness that both
+Receive in either by this dear encounter.
+
+ +JULIET +
+Conceit, more rich in matter than in words,
+Brags of his substance, not of ornament:
+They are but beggars that can count their worth;
+But my true love is grown to such excess
+I cannot sum up sum of half my wealth.
+
+ +FRIAR LAURENCE +
+Come, come with me, and we will make short work;
+For, by your leaves, you shall not stay alone
+Till holy church incorporate two in one.
+

Exeunt

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SCENE I. A public place.

+ +

+Enter MERCUTIO, BENVOLIO, Page, and Servants +
+ +BENVOLIO +
+I pray thee, good Mercutio, let's retire:
+The day is hot, the Capulets abroad,
+And, if we meet, we shall not scape a brawl;
+For now, these hot days, is the mad blood stirring.
+
+ +MERCUTIO +
+Thou art like one of those fellows that when he
+enters the confines of a tavern claps me his sword
+upon the table and says 'God send me no need of
+thee!' and by the operation of the second cup draws
+it on the drawer, when indeed there is no need.
+
+ +BENVOLIO +
+Am I like such a fellow?
+
+ +MERCUTIO +
+Come, come, thou art as hot a Jack in thy mood as
+any in Italy, and as soon moved to be moody, and as
+soon moody to be moved.
+
+ +BENVOLIO +
+And what to?
+
+ +MERCUTIO +
+Nay, an there were two such, we should have none
+shortly, for one would kill the other. Thou! why,
+thou wilt quarrel with a man that hath a hair more,
+or a hair less, in his beard, than thou hast: thou
+wilt quarrel with a man for cracking nuts, having no
+other reason but because thou hast hazel eyes: what
+eye but such an eye would spy out such a quarrel?
+Thy head is as fun of quarrels as an egg is full of
+meat, and yet thy head hath been beaten as addle as
+an egg for quarrelling: thou hast quarrelled with a
+man for coughing in the street, because he hath
+wakened thy dog that hath lain asleep in the sun:
+didst thou not fall out with a tailor for wearing
+his new doublet before Easter? with another, for
+tying his new shoes with old riband? and yet thou
+wilt tutor me from quarrelling!
+
+ +BENVOLIO +
+An I were so apt to quarrel as thou art, any man
+should buy the fee-simple of my life for an hour and a quarter.
+
+ +MERCUTIO +
+The fee-simple! O simple!
+
+ +BENVOLIO +
+By my head, here come the Capulets.
+
+ +MERCUTIO +
+By my heel, I care not.
+

Enter TYBALT and others

+
+ +TYBALT +
+Follow me close, for I will speak to them.
+Gentlemen, good den: a word with one of you.
+
+ +MERCUTIO +
+And but one word with one of us? couple it with
+something; make it a word and a blow.
+
+ +TYBALT +
+You shall find me apt enough to that, sir, an you
+will give me occasion.
+
+ +MERCUTIO +
+Could you not take some occasion without giving?
+
+ +TYBALT +
+Mercutio, thou consort'st with Romeo,--
+
+ +MERCUTIO +
+Consort! what, dost thou make us minstrels? an
+thou make minstrels of us, look to hear nothing but
+discords: here's my fiddlestick; here's that shall
+make you dance. 'Zounds, consort!
+
+ +BENVOLIO +
+We talk here in the public haunt of men:
+Either withdraw unto some private place,
+And reason coldly of your grievances,
+Or else depart; here all eyes gaze on us.
+
+ +MERCUTIO +
+Men's eyes were made to look, and let them gaze;
+I will not budge for no man's pleasure, I.
+

Enter ROMEO

+
+ +TYBALT +
+Well, peace be with you, sir: here comes my man.
+
+ +MERCUTIO +
+But I'll be hanged, sir, if he wear your livery:
+Marry, go before to field, he'll be your follower;
+Your worship in that sense may call him 'man.'
+
+ +TYBALT +
+Romeo, the hate I bear thee can afford
+No better term than this,--thou art a villain.
+
+ +ROMEO +
+Tybalt, the reason that I have to love thee
+Doth much excuse the appertaining rage
+To such a greeting: villain am I none;
+Therefore farewell; I see thou know'st me not.
+
+ +TYBALT +
+Boy, this shall not excuse the injuries
+That thou hast done me; therefore turn and draw.
+
+ +ROMEO +
+I do protest, I never injured thee,
+But love thee better than thou canst devise,
+Till thou shalt know the reason of my love:
+And so, good Capulet,--which name I tender
+As dearly as my own,--be satisfied.
+
+ +MERCUTIO +
+O calm, dishonourable, vile submission!
+Alla stoccata carries it away.
+

Draws

+Tybalt, you rat-catcher, will you walk?
+
+ +TYBALT +
+What wouldst thou have with me?
+
+ +MERCUTIO +
+Good king of cats, nothing but one of your nine
+lives; that I mean to make bold withal, and as you
+shall use me hereafter, drybeat the rest of the
+eight. Will you pluck your sword out of his pitcher
+by the ears? make haste, lest mine be about your
+ears ere it be out.
+
+ +TYBALT +
+I am for you.
+

Drawing

+
+ +ROMEO +
+Gentle Mercutio, put thy rapier up.
+
+ +MERCUTIO +
+Come, sir, your passado.
+

They fight

+
+ +ROMEO +
+Draw, Benvolio; beat down their weapons.
+Gentlemen, for shame, forbear this outrage!
+Tybalt, Mercutio, the prince expressly hath
+Forbidden bandying in Verona streets:
+Hold, Tybalt! good Mercutio!
+

TYBALT under ROMEO's arm stabs MERCUTIO, and flies with his followers

+
+ +MERCUTIO +
+I am hurt.
+A plague o' both your houses! I am sped.
+Is he gone, and hath nothing?
+
+ +BENVOLIO +
+What, art thou hurt?
+
+ +MERCUTIO +
+Ay, ay, a scratch, a scratch; marry, 'tis enough.
+Where is my page? Go, villain, fetch a surgeon.
+

Exit Page

+
+ +ROMEO +
+Courage, man; the hurt cannot be much.
+
+ +MERCUTIO +
+No, 'tis not so deep as a well, nor so wide as a
+church-door; but 'tis enough,'twill serve: ask for
+me to-morrow, and you shall find me a grave man. I
+am peppered, I warrant, for this world. A plague o'
+both your houses! 'Zounds, a dog, a rat, a mouse, a
+cat, to scratch a man to death! a braggart, a
+rogue, a villain, that fights by the book of
+arithmetic! Why the devil came you between us? I
+was hurt under your arm.
+
+ +ROMEO +
+I thought all for the best.
+
+ +MERCUTIO +
+Help me into some house, Benvolio,
+Or I shall faint. A plague o' both your houses!
+They have made worms' meat of me: I have it,
+And soundly too: your houses!
+

Exeunt MERCUTIO and BENVOLIO

+
+ +ROMEO +
+This gentleman, the prince's near ally,
+My very friend, hath got his mortal hurt
+In my behalf; my reputation stain'd
+With Tybalt's slander,--Tybalt, that an hour
+Hath been my kinsman! O sweet Juliet,
+Thy beauty hath made me effeminate
+And in my temper soften'd valour's steel!
+

Re-enter BENVOLIO

+
+ +BENVOLIO +
+O Romeo, Romeo, brave Mercutio's dead!
+That gallant spirit hath aspired the clouds,
+Which too untimely here did scorn the earth.
+
+ +ROMEO +
+This day's black fate on more days doth depend;
+This but begins the woe, others must end.
+
+ +BENVOLIO +
+Here comes the furious Tybalt back again.
+
+ +ROMEO +
+Alive, in triumph! and Mercutio slain!
+Away to heaven, respective lenity,
+And fire-eyed fury be my conduct now!
+

Re-enter TYBALT

+Now, Tybalt, take the villain back again,
+That late thou gavest me; for Mercutio's soul
+Is but a little way above our heads,
+Staying for thine to keep him company:
+Either thou, or I, or both, must go with him.
+
+ +TYBALT +
+Thou, wretched boy, that didst consort him here,
+Shalt with him hence.
+
+ +ROMEO +
+This shall determine that.
+

They fight; TYBALT falls

+
+ +BENVOLIO +
+Romeo, away, be gone!
+The citizens are up, and Tybalt slain.
+Stand not amazed: the prince will doom thee death,
+If thou art taken: hence, be gone, away!
+
+ +ROMEO +
+O, I am fortune's fool!
+
+ +BENVOLIO +
+Why dost thou stay?
+

Exit ROMEO

+

Enter Citizens, & c

+
+ +First Citizen +
+Which way ran he that kill'd Mercutio?
+Tybalt, that murderer, which way ran he?
+
+ +BENVOLIO +
+There lies that Tybalt.
+
+ +First Citizen +
+Up, sir, go with me;
+I charge thee in the princes name, obey.
+

Enter Prince, attended; MONTAGUE, CAPULET, their Wives, and others

+
+ +PRINCE +
+Where are the vile beginners of this fray?
+
+ +BENVOLIO +
+O noble prince, I can discover all
+The unlucky manage of this fatal brawl:
+There lies the man, slain by young Romeo,
+That slew thy kinsman, brave Mercutio.
+
+ +LADY CAPULET +
+Tybalt, my cousin! O my brother's child!
+O prince! O cousin! husband! O, the blood is spilt
+O my dear kinsman! Prince, as thou art true,
+For blood of ours, shed blood of Montague.
+O cousin, cousin!
+
+ +PRINCE +
+Benvolio, who began this bloody fray?
+
+ +BENVOLIO +
+Tybalt, here slain, whom Romeo's hand did slay;
+Romeo that spoke him fair, bade him bethink
+How nice the quarrel was, and urged withal
+Your high displeasure: all this uttered
+With gentle breath, calm look, knees humbly bow'd,
+Could not take truce with the unruly spleen
+Of Tybalt deaf to peace, but that he tilts
+With piercing steel at bold Mercutio's breast,
+Who all as hot, turns deadly point to point,
+And, with a martial scorn, with one hand beats
+Cold death aside, and with the other sends
+It back to Tybalt, whose dexterity,
+Retorts it: Romeo he cries aloud,
+'Hold, friends! friends, part!' and, swifter than
+his tongue,
+His agile arm beats down their fatal points,
+And 'twixt them rushes; underneath whose arm
+An envious thrust from Tybalt hit the life
+Of stout Mercutio, and then Tybalt fled;
+But by and by comes back to Romeo,
+Who had but newly entertain'd revenge,
+And to 't they go like lightning, for, ere I
+Could draw to part them, was stout Tybalt slain.
+And, as he fell, did Romeo turn and fly.
+This is the truth, or let Benvolio die.
+
+ +LADY CAPULET +
+He is a kinsman to the Montague;
+Affection makes him false; he speaks not true:
+Some twenty of them fought in this black strife,
+And all those twenty could but kill one life.
+I beg for justice, which thou, prince, must give;
+Romeo slew Tybalt, Romeo must not live.
+
+ +PRINCE +
+Romeo slew him, he slew Mercutio;
+Who now the price of his dear blood doth owe?
+
+ +MONTAGUE +
+Not Romeo, prince, he was Mercutio's friend;
+His fault concludes but what the law should end,
+The life of Tybalt.
+
+ +PRINCE +
+And for that offence
+Immediately we do exile him hence:
+I have an interest in your hate's proceeding,
+My blood for your rude brawls doth lie a-bleeding;
+But I'll amerce you with so strong a fine
+That you shall all repent the loss of mine:
+I will be deaf to pleading and excuses;
+Nor tears nor prayers shall purchase out abuses:
+Therefore use none: let Romeo hence in haste,
+Else, when he's found, that hour is his last.
+Bear hence this body and attend our will:
+Mercy but murders, pardoning those that kill.
+

Exeunt

+
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SCENE II. Capulet's orchard.

+ +

+Enter JULIET +
+ +JULIET +
+Gallop apace, you fiery-footed steeds,
+Towards Phoebus' lodging: such a wagoner
+As Phaethon would whip you to the west,
+And bring in cloudy night immediately.
+Spread thy close curtain, love-performing night,
+That runaway's eyes may wink and Romeo
+Leap to these arms, untalk'd of and unseen.
+Lovers can see to do their amorous rites
+By their own beauties; or, if love be blind,
+It best agrees with night. Come, civil night,
+Thou sober-suited matron, all in black,
+And learn me how to lose a winning match,
+Play'd for a pair of stainless maidenhoods:
+Hood my unmann'd blood, bating in my cheeks,
+With thy black mantle; till strange love, grown bold,
+Think true love acted simple modesty.
+Come, night; come, Romeo; come, thou day in night;
+For thou wilt lie upon the wings of night
+Whiter than new snow on a raven's back.
+Come, gentle night, come, loving, black-brow'd night,
+Give me my Romeo; and, when he shall die,
+Take him and cut him out in little stars,
+And he will make the face of heaven so fine
+That all the world will be in love with night
+And pay no worship to the garish sun.
+O, I have bought the mansion of a love,
+But not possess'd it, and, though I am sold,
+Not yet enjoy'd: so tedious is this day
+As is the night before some festival
+To an impatient child that hath new robes
+And may not wear them. O, here comes my nurse,
+And she brings news; and every tongue that speaks
+But Romeo's name speaks heavenly eloquence.
+

Enter Nurse, with cords

+Now, nurse, what news? What hast thou there? the cords
+That Romeo bid thee fetch?
+
+ +Nurse +
+Ay, ay, the cords.
+

Throws them down

+
+ +JULIET +
+Ay me! what news? why dost thou wring thy hands?
+
+ +Nurse +
+Ah, well-a-day! he's dead, he's dead, he's dead!
+We are undone, lady, we are undone!
+Alack the day! he's gone, he's kill'd, he's dead!
+
+ +JULIET +
+Can heaven be so envious?
+
+ +Nurse +
+Romeo can,
+Though heaven cannot: O Romeo, Romeo!
+Who ever would have thought it? Romeo!
+
+ +JULIET +
+What devil art thou, that dost torment me thus?
+This torture should be roar'd in dismal hell.
+Hath Romeo slain himself? say thou but 'I,'
+And that bare vowel 'I' shall poison more
+Than the death-darting eye of cockatrice:
+I am not I, if there be such an I;
+Or those eyes shut, that make thee answer 'I.'
+If he be slain, say 'I'; or if not, no:
+Brief sounds determine of my weal or woe.
+
+ +Nurse +
+I saw the wound, I saw it with mine eyes,--
+God save the mark!--here on his manly breast:
+A piteous corse, a bloody piteous corse;
+Pale, pale as ashes, all bedaub'd in blood,
+All in gore-blood; I swounded at the sight.
+
+ +JULIET +
+O, break, my heart! poor bankrupt, break at once!
+To prison, eyes, ne'er look on liberty!
+Vile earth, to earth resign; end motion here;
+And thou and Romeo press one heavy bier!
+
+ +Nurse +
+O Tybalt, Tybalt, the best friend I had!
+O courteous Tybalt! honest gentleman!
+That ever I should live to see thee dead!
+
+ +JULIET +
+What storm is this that blows so contrary?
+Is Romeo slaughter'd, and is Tybalt dead?
+My dear-loved cousin, and my dearer lord?
+Then, dreadful trumpet, sound the general doom!
+For who is living, if those two are gone?
+
+ +Nurse +
+Tybalt is gone, and Romeo banished;
+Romeo that kill'd him, he is banished.
+
+ +JULIET +
+O God! did Romeo's hand shed Tybalt's blood?
+
+ +Nurse +
+It did, it did; alas the day, it did!
+
+ +JULIET +
+O serpent heart, hid with a flowering face!
+Did ever dragon keep so fair a cave?
+Beautiful tyrant! fiend angelical!
+Dove-feather'd raven! wolvish-ravening lamb!
+Despised substance of divinest show!
+Just opposite to what thou justly seem'st,
+A damned saint, an honourable villain!
+O nature, what hadst thou to do in hell,
+When thou didst bower the spirit of a fiend
+In moral paradise of such sweet flesh?
+Was ever book containing such vile matter
+So fairly bound? O that deceit should dwell
+In such a gorgeous palace!
+
+ +Nurse +
+There's no trust,
+No faith, no honesty in men; all perjured,
+All forsworn, all naught, all dissemblers.
+Ah, where's my man? give me some aqua vitae:
+These griefs, these woes, these sorrows make me old.
+Shame come to Romeo!
+
+ +JULIET +
+Blister'd be thy tongue
+For such a wish! he was not born to shame:
+Upon his brow shame is ashamed to sit;
+For 'tis a throne where honour may be crown'd
+Sole monarch of the universal earth.
+O, what a beast was I to chide at him!
+
+ +Nurse +
+Will you speak well of him that kill'd your cousin?
+
+ +JULIET +
+Shall I speak ill of him that is my husband?
+Ah, poor my lord, what tongue shall smooth thy name,
+When I, thy three-hours wife, have mangled it?
+But, wherefore, villain, didst thou kill my cousin?
+That villain cousin would have kill'd my husband:
+Back, foolish tears, back to your native spring;
+Your tributary drops belong to woe,
+Which you, mistaking, offer up to joy.
+My husband lives, that Tybalt would have slain;
+And Tybalt's dead, that would have slain my husband:
+All this is comfort; wherefore weep I then?
+Some word there was, worser than Tybalt's death,
+That murder'd me: I would forget it fain;
+But, O, it presses to my memory,
+Like damned guilty deeds to sinners' minds:
+'Tybalt is dead, and Romeo--banished;'
+That 'banished,' that one word 'banished,'
+Hath slain ten thousand Tybalts. Tybalt's death
+Was woe enough, if it had ended there:
+Or, if sour woe delights in fellowship
+And needly will be rank'd with other griefs,
+Why follow'd not, when she said 'Tybalt's dead,'
+Thy father, or thy mother, nay, or both,
+Which modern lamentations might have moved?
+But with a rear-ward following Tybalt's death,
+'Romeo is banished,' to speak that word,
+Is father, mother, Tybalt, Romeo, Juliet,
+All slain, all dead. 'Romeo is banished!'
+There is no end, no limit, measure, bound,
+In that word's death; no words can that woe sound.
+Where is my father, and my mother, nurse?
+
+ +Nurse +
+Weeping and wailing over Tybalt's corse:
+Will you go to them? I will bring you thither.
+
+ +JULIET +
+Wash they his wounds with tears: mine shall be spent,
+When theirs are dry, for Romeo's banishment.
+Take up those cords: poor ropes, you are beguiled,
+Both you and I; for Romeo is exiled:
+He made you for a highway to my bed;
+But I, a maid, die maiden-widowed.
+Come, cords, come, nurse; I'll to my wedding-bed;
+And death, not Romeo, take my maidenhead!
+
+ +Nurse +
+Hie to your chamber: I'll find Romeo
+To comfort you: I wot well where he is.
+Hark ye, your Romeo will be here at night:
+I'll to him; he is hid at Laurence' cell.
+
+ +JULIET +
+O, find him! give this ring to my true knight,
+And bid him come to take his last farewell.
+

Exeunt

+
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SCENE III. Friar Laurence's cell.

+ +

+Enter FRIAR LAURENCE +
+ +FRIAR LAURENCE +
+Romeo, come forth; come forth, thou fearful man:
+Affliction is enamour'd of thy parts,
+And thou art wedded to calamity.
+

Enter ROMEO

+
+ +ROMEO +
+Father, what news? what is the prince's doom?
+What sorrow craves acquaintance at my hand,
+That I yet know not?
+
+ +FRIAR LAURENCE +
+Too familiar
+Is my dear son with such sour company:
+I bring thee tidings of the prince's doom.
+
+ +ROMEO +
+What less than dooms-day is the prince's doom?
+
+ +FRIAR LAURENCE +
+A gentler judgment vanish'd from his lips,
+Not body's death, but body's banishment.
+
+ +ROMEO +
+Ha, banishment! be merciful, say 'death;'
+For exile hath more terror in his look,
+Much more than death: do not say 'banishment.'
+
+ +FRIAR LAURENCE +
+Hence from Verona art thou banished:
+Be patient, for the world is broad and wide.
+
+ +ROMEO +
+There is no world without Verona walls,
+But purgatory, torture, hell itself.
+Hence-banished is banish'd from the world,
+And world's exile is death: then banished,
+Is death mis-term'd: calling death banishment,
+Thou cutt'st my head off with a golden axe,
+And smilest upon the stroke that murders me.
+
+ +FRIAR LAURENCE +
+O deadly sin! O rude unthankfulness!
+Thy fault our law calls death; but the kind prince,
+Taking thy part, hath rush'd aside the law,
+And turn'd that black word death to banishment:
+This is dear mercy, and thou seest it not.
+
+ +ROMEO +
+'Tis torture, and not mercy: heaven is here,
+Where Juliet lives; and every cat and dog
+And little mouse, every unworthy thing,
+Live here in heaven and may look on her;
+But Romeo may not: more validity,
+More honourable state, more courtship lives
+In carrion-flies than Romeo: they my seize
+On the white wonder of dear Juliet's hand
+And steal immortal blessing from her lips,
+Who even in pure and vestal modesty,
+Still blush, as thinking their own kisses sin;
+But Romeo may not; he is banished:
+Flies may do this, but I from this must fly:
+They are free men, but I am banished.
+And say'st thou yet that exile is not death?
+Hadst thou no poison mix'd, no sharp-ground knife,
+No sudden mean of death, though ne'er so mean,
+But 'banished' to kill me?--'banished'?
+O friar, the damned use that word in hell;
+Howlings attend it: how hast thou the heart,
+Being a divine, a ghostly confessor,
+A sin-absolver, and my friend profess'd,
+To mangle me with that word 'banished'?
+
+ +FRIAR LAURENCE +
+Thou fond mad man, hear me but speak a word.
+
+ +ROMEO +
+O, thou wilt speak again of banishment.
+
+ +FRIAR LAURENCE +
+I'll give thee armour to keep off that word:
+Adversity's sweet milk, philosophy,
+To comfort thee, though thou art banished.
+
+ +ROMEO +
+Yet 'banished'? Hang up philosophy!
+Unless philosophy can make a Juliet,
+Displant a town, reverse a prince's doom,
+It helps not, it prevails not: talk no more.
+
+ +FRIAR LAURENCE +
+O, then I see that madmen have no ears.
+
+ +ROMEO +
+How should they, when that wise men have no eyes?
+
+ +FRIAR LAURENCE +
+Let me dispute with thee of thy estate.
+
+ +ROMEO +
+Thou canst not speak of that thou dost not feel:
+Wert thou as young as I, Juliet thy love,
+An hour but married, Tybalt murdered,
+Doting like me and like me banished,
+Then mightst thou speak, then mightst thou tear thy hair,
+And fall upon the ground, as I do now,
+Taking the measure of an unmade grave.
+

Knocking within

+
+ +FRIAR LAURENCE +
+Arise; one knocks; good Romeo, hide thyself.
+
+ +ROMEO +
+Not I; unless the breath of heartsick groans,
+Mist-like, infold me from the search of eyes.
+

Knocking

+
+ +FRIAR LAURENCE +
+Hark, how they knock! Who's there? Romeo, arise;
+Thou wilt be taken. Stay awhile! Stand up;
+

Knocking

+Run to my study. By and by! God's will,
+What simpleness is this! I come, I come!
+

Knocking

+Who knocks so hard? whence come you? what's your will?
+
+ +Nurse +
+[Within] Let me come in, and you shall know
+my errand;
+I come from Lady Juliet.
+
+ +FRIAR LAURENCE +
+Welcome, then.
+

Enter Nurse

+
+ +Nurse +
+O holy friar, O, tell me, holy friar,
+Where is my lady's lord, where's Romeo?
+
+ +FRIAR LAURENCE +
+There on the ground, with his own tears made drunk.
+
+ +Nurse +
+O, he is even in my mistress' case,
+Just in her case! O woful sympathy!
+Piteous predicament! Even so lies she,
+Blubbering and weeping, weeping and blubbering.
+Stand up, stand up; stand, and you be a man:
+For Juliet's sake, for her sake, rise and stand;
+Why should you fall into so deep an O?
+
+ +ROMEO +
+Nurse!
+
+ +Nurse +
+Ah sir! ah sir! Well, death's the end of all.
+
+ +ROMEO +
+Spakest thou of Juliet? how is it with her?
+Doth she not think me an old murderer,
+Now I have stain'd the childhood of our joy
+With blood removed but little from her own?
+Where is she? and how doth she? and what says
+My conceal'd lady to our cancell'd love?
+
+ +Nurse +
+O, she says nothing, sir, but weeps and weeps;
+And now falls on her bed; and then starts up,
+And Tybalt calls; and then on Romeo cries,
+And then down falls again.
+
+ +ROMEO +
+As if that name,
+Shot from the deadly level of a gun,
+Did murder her; as that name's cursed hand
+Murder'd her kinsman. O, tell me, friar, tell me,
+In what vile part of this anatomy
+Doth my name lodge? tell me, that I may sack
+The hateful mansion.
+

Drawing his sword

+
+ +FRIAR LAURENCE +
+Hold thy desperate hand:
+Art thou a man? thy form cries out thou art:
+Thy tears are womanish; thy wild acts denote
+The unreasonable fury of a beast:
+Unseemly woman in a seeming man!
+Or ill-beseeming beast in seeming both!
+Thou hast amazed me: by my holy order,
+I thought thy disposition better temper'd.
+Hast thou slain Tybalt? wilt thou slay thyself?
+And stay thy lady too that lives in thee,
+By doing damned hate upon thyself?
+Why rail'st thou on thy birth, the heaven, and earth?
+Since birth, and heaven, and earth, all three do meet
+In thee at once; which thou at once wouldst lose.
+Fie, fie, thou shamest thy shape, thy love, thy wit;
+Which, like a usurer, abound'st in all,
+And usest none in that true use indeed
+Which should bedeck thy shape, thy love, thy wit:
+Thy noble shape is but a form of wax,
+Digressing from the valour of a man;
+Thy dear love sworn but hollow perjury,
+Killing that love which thou hast vow'd to cherish;
+Thy wit, that ornament to shape and love,
+Misshapen in the conduct of them both,
+Like powder in a skitless soldier's flask,
+Is set afire by thine own ignorance,
+And thou dismember'd with thine own defence.
+What, rouse thee, man! thy Juliet is alive,
+For whose dear sake thou wast but lately dead;
+There art thou happy: Tybalt would kill thee,
+But thou slew'st Tybalt; there are thou happy too:
+The law that threaten'd death becomes thy friend
+And turns it to exile; there art thou happy:
+A pack of blessings lights up upon thy back;
+Happiness courts thee in her best array;
+But, like a misbehaved and sullen wench,
+Thou pout'st upon thy fortune and thy love:
+Take heed, take heed, for such die miserable.
+Go, get thee to thy love, as was decreed,
+Ascend her chamber, hence and comfort her:
+But look thou stay not till the watch be set,
+For then thou canst not pass to Mantua;
+Where thou shalt live, till we can find a time
+To blaze your marriage, reconcile your friends,
+Beg pardon of the prince, and call thee back
+With twenty hundred thousand times more joy
+Than thou went'st forth in lamentation.
+Go before, nurse: commend me to thy lady;
+And bid her hasten all the house to bed,
+Which heavy sorrow makes them apt unto:
+Romeo is coming.
+
+ +Nurse +
+O Lord, I could have stay'd here all the night
+To hear good counsel: O, what learning is!
+My lord, I'll tell my lady you will come.
+
+ +ROMEO +
+Do so, and bid my sweet prepare to chide.
+
+ +Nurse +
+Here, sir, a ring she bid me give you, sir:
+Hie you, make haste, for it grows very late.
+

Exit

+
+ +ROMEO +
+How well my comfort is revived by this!
+
+ +FRIAR LAURENCE +
+Go hence; good night; and here stands all your state:
+Either be gone before the watch be set,
+Or by the break of day disguised from hence:
+Sojourn in Mantua; I'll find out your man,
+And he shall signify from time to time
+Every good hap to you that chances here:
+Give me thy hand; 'tis late: farewell; good night.
+
+ +ROMEO +
+But that a joy past joy calls out on me,
+It were a grief, so brief to part with thee: Farewell.
+

Exeunt

+
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SCENE IV. A room in Capulet's house.

+ +

+Enter CAPULET, LADY CAPULET, and PARIS +
+ +CAPULET +
+Things have fall'n out, sir, so unluckily,
+That we have had no time to move our daughter:
+Look you, she loved her kinsman Tybalt dearly,
+And so did I:--Well, we were born to die.
+'Tis very late, she'll not come down to-night:
+I promise you, but for your company,
+I would have been a-bed an hour ago.
+
+ +PARIS +
+These times of woe afford no time to woo.
+Madam, good night: commend me to your daughter.
+
+ +LADY CAPULET +
+I will, and know her mind early to-morrow;
+To-night she is mew'd up to her heaviness.
+
+ +CAPULET +
+Sir Paris, I will make a desperate tender
+Of my child's love: I think she will be ruled
+In all respects by me; nay, more, I doubt it not.
+Wife, go you to her ere you go to bed;
+Acquaint her here of my son Paris' love;
+And bid her, mark you me, on Wednesday next--
+But, soft! what day is this?
+
+ +PARIS +
+Monday, my lord,
+
+ +CAPULET +
+Monday! ha, ha! Well, Wednesday is too soon,
+O' Thursday let it be: o' Thursday, tell her,
+She shall be married to this noble earl.
+Will you be ready? do you like this haste?
+We'll keep no great ado,--a friend or two;
+For, hark you, Tybalt being slain so late,
+It may be thought we held him carelessly,
+Being our kinsman, if we revel much:
+Therefore we'll have some half a dozen friends,
+And there an end. But what say you to Thursday?
+
+ +PARIS +
+My lord, I would that Thursday were to-morrow.
+
+ +CAPULET +
+Well get you gone: o' Thursday be it, then.
+Go you to Juliet ere you go to bed,
+Prepare her, wife, against this wedding-day.
+Farewell, my lord. Light to my chamber, ho!
+Afore me! it is so very very late,
+That we may call it early by and by.
+Good night.
+

Exeunt

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SCENE V. Capulet's orchard.

+ +

+Enter ROMEO and JULIET above, at the window +
+ +JULIET +
+Wilt thou be gone? it is not yet near day:
+It was the nightingale, and not the lark,
+That pierced the fearful hollow of thine ear;
+Nightly she sings on yon pomegranate-tree:
+Believe me, love, it was the nightingale.
+
+ +ROMEO +
+It was the lark, the herald of the morn,
+No nightingale: look, love, what envious streaks
+Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east:
+Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day
+Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops.
+I must be gone and live, or stay and die.
+
+ +JULIET +
+Yon light is not day-light, I know it, I:
+It is some meteor that the sun exhales,
+To be to thee this night a torch-bearer,
+And light thee on thy way to Mantua:
+Therefore stay yet; thou need'st not to be gone.
+
+ +ROMEO +
+Let me be ta'en, let me be put to death;
+I am content, so thou wilt have it so.
+I'll say yon grey is not the morning's eye,
+'Tis but the pale reflex of Cynthia's brow;
+Nor that is not the lark, whose notes do beat
+The vaulty heaven so high above our heads:
+I have more care to stay than will to go:
+Come, death, and welcome! Juliet wills it so.
+How is't, my soul? let's talk; it is not day.
+
+ +JULIET +
+It is, it is: hie hence, be gone, away!
+It is the lark that sings so out of tune,
+Straining harsh discords and unpleasing sharps.
+Some say the lark makes sweet division;
+This doth not so, for she divideth us:
+Some say the lark and loathed toad change eyes,
+O, now I would they had changed voices too!
+Since arm from arm that voice doth us affray,
+Hunting thee hence with hunt's-up to the day,
+O, now be gone; more light and light it grows.
+
+ +ROMEO +
+More light and light; more dark and dark our woes!
+

Enter Nurse, to the chamber

+
+ +Nurse +
+Madam!
+
+ +JULIET +
+Nurse?
+
+ +Nurse +
+Your lady mother is coming to your chamber:
+The day is broke; be wary, look about.
+

Exit

+
+ +JULIET +
+Then, window, let day in, and let life out.
+
+ +ROMEO +
+Farewell, farewell! one kiss, and I'll descend.
+

He goeth down

+
+ +JULIET +
+Art thou gone so? love, lord, ay, husband, friend!
+I must hear from thee every day in the hour,
+For in a minute there are many days:
+O, by this count I shall be much in years
+Ere I again behold my Romeo!
+
+ +ROMEO +
+Farewell!
+I will omit no opportunity
+That may convey my greetings, love, to thee.
+
+ +JULIET +
+O think'st thou we shall ever meet again?
+
+ +ROMEO +
+I doubt it not; and all these woes shall serve
+For sweet discourses in our time to come.
+
+ +JULIET +
+O God, I have an ill-divining soul!
+Methinks I see thee, now thou art below,
+As one dead in the bottom of a tomb:
+Either my eyesight fails, or thou look'st pale.
+
+ +ROMEO +
+And trust me, love, in my eye so do you:
+Dry sorrow drinks our blood. Adieu, adieu!
+

Exit

+
+ +JULIET +
+O fortune, fortune! all men call thee fickle:
+If thou art fickle, what dost thou with him.
+That is renown'd for faith? Be fickle, fortune;
+For then, I hope, thou wilt not keep him long,
+But send him back.
+
+ +LADY CAPULET +
+[Within] Ho, daughter! are you up?
+
+ +JULIET +
+Who is't that calls? is it my lady mother?
+Is she not down so late, or up so early?
+What unaccustom'd cause procures her hither?
+

Enter LADY CAPULET

+
+ +LADY CAPULET +
+Why, how now, Juliet!
+
+ +JULIET +
+Madam, I am not well.
+
+ +LADY CAPULET +
+Evermore weeping for your cousin's death?
+What, wilt thou wash him from his grave with tears?
+An if thou couldst, thou couldst not make him live;
+Therefore, have done: some grief shows much of love;
+But much of grief shows still some want of wit.
+
+ +JULIET +
+Yet let me weep for such a feeling loss.
+
+ +LADY CAPULET +
+So shall you feel the loss, but not the friend
+Which you weep for.
+
+ +JULIET +
+Feeling so the loss,
+Cannot choose but ever weep the friend.
+
+ +LADY CAPULET +
+Well, girl, thou weep'st not so much for his death,
+As that the villain lives which slaughter'd him.
+
+ +JULIET +
+What villain madam?
+
+ +LADY CAPULET +
+That same villain, Romeo.
+
+ +JULIET +
+[Aside] Villain and he be many miles asunder.--
+God Pardon him! I do, with all my heart;
+And yet no man like he doth grieve my heart.
+
+ +LADY CAPULET +
+That is, because the traitor murderer lives.
+
+ +JULIET +
+Ay, madam, from the reach of these my hands:
+Would none but I might venge my cousin's death!
+
+ +LADY CAPULET +
+We will have vengeance for it, fear thou not:
+Then weep no more. I'll send to one in Mantua,
+Where that same banish'd runagate doth live,
+Shall give him such an unaccustom'd dram,
+That he shall soon keep Tybalt company:
+And then, I hope, thou wilt be satisfied.
+
+ +JULIET +
+Indeed, I never shall be satisfied
+With Romeo, till I behold him--dead--
+Is my poor heart for a kinsman vex'd.
+Madam, if you could find out but a man
+To bear a poison, I would temper it;
+That Romeo should, upon receipt thereof,
+Soon sleep in quiet. O, how my heart abhors
+To hear him named, and cannot come to him.
+To wreak the love I bore my cousin
+Upon his body that slaughter'd him!
+
+ +LADY CAPULET +
+Find thou the means, and I'll find such a man.
+But now I'll tell thee joyful tidings, girl.
+
+ +JULIET +
+And joy comes well in such a needy time:
+What are they, I beseech your ladyship?
+
+ +LADY CAPULET +
+Well, well, thou hast a careful father, child;
+One who, to put thee from thy heaviness,
+Hath sorted out a sudden day of joy,
+That thou expect'st not nor I look'd not for.
+
+ +JULIET +
+Madam, in happy time, what day is that?
+
+ +LADY CAPULET +
+Marry, my child, early next Thursday morn,
+The gallant, young and noble gentleman,
+The County Paris, at Saint Peter's Church,
+Shall happily make thee there a joyful bride.
+
+ +JULIET +
+Now, by Saint Peter's Church and Peter too,
+He shall not make me there a joyful bride.
+I wonder at this haste; that I must wed
+Ere he, that should be husband, comes to woo.
+I pray you, tell my lord and father, madam,
+I will not marry yet; and, when I do, I swear,
+It shall be Romeo, whom you know I hate,
+Rather than Paris. These are news indeed!
+
+ +LADY CAPULET +
+Here comes your father; tell him so yourself,
+And see how he will take it at your hands.
+

Enter CAPULET and Nurse

+
+ +CAPULET +
+When the sun sets, the air doth drizzle dew;
+But for the sunset of my brother's son
+It rains downright.
+How now! a conduit, girl? what, still in tears?
+Evermore showering? In one little body
+Thou counterfeit'st a bark, a sea, a wind;
+For still thy eyes, which I may call the sea,
+Do ebb and flow with tears; the bark thy body is,
+Sailing in this salt flood; the winds, thy sighs;
+Who, raging with thy tears, and they with them,
+Without a sudden calm, will overset
+Thy tempest-tossed body. How now, wife!
+Have you deliver'd to her our decree?
+
+ +LADY CAPULET +
+Ay, sir; but she will none, she gives you thanks.
+I would the fool were married to her grave!
+
+ +CAPULET +
+Soft! take me with you, take me with you, wife.
+How! will she none? doth she not give us thanks?
+Is she not proud? doth she not count her blest,
+Unworthy as she is, that we have wrought
+So worthy a gentleman to be her bridegroom?
+
+ +JULIET +
+Not proud, you have; but thankful, that you have:
+Proud can I never be of what I hate;
+But thankful even for hate, that is meant love.
+
+ +CAPULET +
+How now, how now, chop-logic! What is this?
+'Proud,' and 'I thank you,' and 'I thank you not;'
+And yet 'not proud,' mistress minion, you,
+Thank me no thankings, nor, proud me no prouds,
+But fettle your fine joints 'gainst Thursday next,
+To go with Paris to Saint Peter's Church,
+Or I will drag thee on a hurdle thither.
+Out, you green-sickness carrion! out, you baggage!
+You tallow-face!
+
+ +LADY CAPULET +
+ Fie, fie! what, are you mad?
+
+ +JULIET +
+Good father, I beseech you on my knees,
+Hear me with patience but to speak a word.
+
+ +CAPULET +
+Hang thee, young baggage! disobedient wretch!
+I tell thee what: get thee to church o' Thursday,
+Or never after look me in the face:
+Speak not, reply not, do not answer me;
+My fingers itch. Wife, we scarce thought us blest
+That God had lent us but this only child;
+But now I see this one is one too much,
+And that we have a curse in having her:
+Out on her, hilding!
+
+ +Nurse +
+God in heaven bless her!
+You are to blame, my lord, to rate her so.
+
+ +CAPULET +
+And why, my lady wisdom? hold your tongue,
+Good prudence; smatter with your gossips, go.
+
+ +Nurse +
+I speak no treason.
+
+ +CAPULET +
+O, God ye god-den.
+
+ +Nurse +
+May not one speak?
+
+ +CAPULET +
+ Peace, you mumbling fool!
+Utter your gravity o'er a gossip's bowl;
+For here we need it not.
+
+ +LADY CAPULET +
+You are too hot.
+
+ +CAPULET +
+God's bread! it makes me mad:
+Day, night, hour, tide, time, work, play,
+Alone, in company, still my care hath been
+To have her match'd: and having now provided
+A gentleman of noble parentage,
+Of fair demesnes, youthful, and nobly train'd,
+Stuff'd, as they say, with honourable parts,
+Proportion'd as one's thought would wish a man;
+And then to have a wretched puling fool,
+A whining mammet, in her fortune's tender,
+To answer 'I'll not wed; I cannot love,
+I am too young; I pray you, pardon me.'
+But, as you will not wed, I'll pardon you:
+Graze where you will you shall not house with me:
+Look to't, think on't, I do not use to jest.
+Thursday is near; lay hand on heart, advise:
+An you be mine, I'll give you to my friend;
+And you be not, hang, beg, starve, die in
+the streets,
+For, by my soul, I'll ne'er acknowledge thee,
+Nor what is mine shall never do thee good:
+Trust to't, bethink you; I'll not be forsworn.
+

Exit

+
+ +JULIET +
+Is there no pity sitting in the clouds,
+That sees into the bottom of my grief?
+O, sweet my mother, cast me not away!
+Delay this marriage for a month, a week;
+Or, if you do not, make the bridal bed
+In that dim monument where Tybalt lies.
+
+ +LADY CAPULET +
+Talk not to me, for I'll not speak a word:
+Do as thou wilt, for I have done with thee.
+

Exit

+
+ +JULIET +
+O God!--O nurse, how shall this be prevented?
+My husband is on earth, my faith in heaven;
+How shall that faith return again to earth,
+Unless that husband send it me from heaven
+By leaving earth? comfort me, counsel me.
+Alack, alack, that heaven should practise stratagems
+Upon so soft a subject as myself!
+What say'st thou? hast thou not a word of joy?
+Some comfort, nurse.
+
+ +Nurse +
+Faith, here it is.
+Romeo is banish'd; and all the world to nothing,
+That he dares ne'er come back to challenge you;
+Or, if he do, it needs must be by stealth.
+Then, since the case so stands as now it doth,
+I think it best you married with the county.
+O, he's a lovely gentleman!
+Romeo's a dishclout to him: an eagle, madam,
+Hath not so green, so quick, so fair an eye
+As Paris hath. Beshrew my very heart,
+I think you are happy in this second match,
+For it excels your first: or if it did not,
+Your first is dead; or 'twere as good he were,
+As living here and you no use of him.
+
+ +JULIET +
+Speakest thou from thy heart?
+
+ +Nurse +
+And from my soul too;
+Or else beshrew them both.
+
+ +JULIET +
+Amen!
+
+ +Nurse +
+What?
+
+ +JULIET +
+Well, thou hast comforted me marvellous much.
+Go in: and tell my lady I am gone,
+Having displeased my father, to Laurence' cell,
+To make confession and to be absolved.
+
+ +Nurse +
+Marry, I will; and this is wisely done.
+

Exit

+
+ +JULIET +
+Ancient damnation! O most wicked fiend!
+Is it more sin to wish me thus forsworn,
+Or to dispraise my lord with that same tongue
+Which she hath praised him with above compare
+So many thousand times? Go, counsellor;
+Thou and my bosom henceforth shall be twain.
+I'll to the friar, to know his remedy:
+If all else fail, myself have power to die.
+

Exit

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SCENE I. Friar Laurence's cell.

+ +

+Enter FRIAR LAURENCE and PARIS +
+ +FRIAR LAURENCE +
+On Thursday, sir? the time is very short.
+
+ +PARIS +
+My father Capulet will have it so;
+And I am nothing slow to slack his haste.
+
+ +FRIAR LAURENCE +
+You say you do not know the lady's mind:
+Uneven is the course, I like it not.
+
+ +PARIS +
+Immoderately she weeps for Tybalt's death,
+And therefore have I little talk'd of love;
+For Venus smiles not in a house of tears.
+Now, sir, her father counts it dangerous
+That she doth give her sorrow so much sway,
+And in his wisdom hastes our marriage,
+To stop the inundation of her tears;
+Which, too much minded by herself alone,
+May be put from her by society:
+Now do you know the reason of this haste.
+
+ +FRIAR LAURENCE +
+[Aside] I would I knew not why it should be slow'd.
+Look, sir, here comes the lady towards my cell.
+

Enter JULIET

+
+ +PARIS +
+Happily met, my lady and my wife!
+
+ +JULIET +
+That may be, sir, when I may be a wife.
+
+ +PARIS +
+That may be must be, love, on Thursday next.
+
+ +JULIET +
+What must be shall be.
+
+ +FRIAR LAURENCE +
+That's a certain text.
+
+ +PARIS +
+Come you to make confession to this father?
+
+ +JULIET +
+To answer that, I should confess to you.
+
+ +PARIS +
+Do not deny to him that you love me.
+
+ +JULIET +
+I will confess to you that I love him.
+
+ +PARIS +
+So will ye, I am sure, that you love me.
+
+ +JULIET +
+If I do so, it will be of more price,
+Being spoke behind your back, than to your face.
+
+ +PARIS +
+Poor soul, thy face is much abused with tears.
+
+ +JULIET +
+The tears have got small victory by that;
+For it was bad enough before their spite.
+
+ +PARIS +
+Thou wrong'st it, more than tears, with that report.
+
+ +JULIET +
+That is no slander, sir, which is a truth;
+And what I spake, I spake it to my face.
+
+ +PARIS +
+Thy face is mine, and thou hast slander'd it.
+
+ +JULIET +
+It may be so, for it is not mine own.
+Are you at leisure, holy father, now;
+Or shall I come to you at evening mass?
+
+ +FRIAR LAURENCE +
+My leisure serves me, pensive daughter, now.
+My lord, we must entreat the time alone.
+
+ +PARIS +
+God shield I should disturb devotion!
+Juliet, on Thursday early will I rouse ye:
+Till then, adieu; and keep this holy kiss.
+

Exit

+
+ +JULIET +
+O shut the door! and when thou hast done so,
+Come weep with me; past hope, past cure, past help!
+
+ +FRIAR LAURENCE +
+Ah, Juliet, I already know thy grief;
+It strains me past the compass of my wits:
+I hear thou must, and nothing may prorogue it,
+On Thursday next be married to this county.
+
+ +JULIET +
+Tell me not, friar, that thou hear'st of this,
+Unless thou tell me how I may prevent it:
+If, in thy wisdom, thou canst give no help,
+Do thou but call my resolution wise,
+And with this knife I'll help it presently.
+God join'd my heart and Romeo's, thou our hands;
+And ere this hand, by thee to Romeo seal'd,
+Shall be the label to another deed,
+Or my true heart with treacherous revolt
+Turn to another, this shall slay them both:
+Therefore, out of thy long-experienced time,
+Give me some present counsel, or, behold,
+'Twixt my extremes and me this bloody knife
+Shall play the umpire, arbitrating that
+Which the commission of thy years and art
+Could to no issue of true honour bring.
+Be not so long to speak; I long to die,
+If what thou speak'st speak not of remedy.
+
+ +FRIAR LAURENCE +
+Hold, daughter: I do spy a kind of hope,
+Which craves as desperate an execution.
+As that is desperate which we would prevent.
+If, rather than to marry County Paris,
+Thou hast the strength of will to slay thyself,
+Then is it likely thou wilt undertake
+A thing like death to chide away this shame,
+That copest with death himself to scape from it:
+And, if thou darest, I'll give thee remedy.
+
+ +JULIET +
+O, bid me leap, rather than marry Paris,
+From off the battlements of yonder tower;
+Or walk in thievish ways; or bid me lurk
+Where serpents are; chain me with roaring bears;
+Or shut me nightly in a charnel-house,
+O'er-cover'd quite with dead men's rattling bones,
+With reeky shanks and yellow chapless skulls;
+Or bid me go into a new-made grave
+And hide me with a dead man in his shroud;
+Things that, to hear them told, have made me tremble;
+And I will do it without fear or doubt,
+To live an unstain'd wife to my sweet love.
+
+ +FRIAR LAURENCE +
+Hold, then; go home, be merry, give consent
+To marry Paris: Wednesday is to-morrow:
+To-morrow night look that thou lie alone;
+Let not thy nurse lie with thee in thy chamber:
+Take thou this vial, being then in bed,
+And this distilled liquor drink thou off;
+When presently through all thy veins shall run
+A cold and drowsy humour, for no pulse
+Shall keep his native progress, but surcease:
+No warmth, no breath, shall testify thou livest;
+The roses in thy lips and cheeks shall fade
+To paly ashes, thy eyes' windows fall,
+Like death, when he shuts up the day of life;
+Each part, deprived of supple government,
+Shall, stiff and stark and cold, appear like death:
+And in this borrow'd likeness of shrunk death
+Thou shalt continue two and forty hours,
+And then awake as from a pleasant sleep.
+Now, when the bridegroom in the morning comes
+To rouse thee from thy bed, there art thou dead:
+Then, as the manner of our country is,
+In thy best robes uncover'd on the bier
+Thou shalt be borne to that same ancient vault
+Where all the kindred of the Capulets lie.
+In the mean time, against thou shalt awake,
+Shall Romeo by my letters know our drift,
+And hither shall he come: and he and I
+Will watch thy waking, and that very night
+Shall Romeo bear thee hence to Mantua.
+And this shall free thee from this present shame;
+If no inconstant toy, nor womanish fear,
+Abate thy valour in the acting it.
+
+ +JULIET +
+Give me, give me! O, tell not me of fear!
+
+ +FRIAR LAURENCE +
+Hold; get you gone, be strong and prosperous
+In this resolve: I'll send a friar with speed
+To Mantua, with my letters to thy lord.
+
+ +JULIET +
+Love give me strength! and strength shall help afford.
+Farewell, dear father!
+

Exeunt

+
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SCENE II. Hall in Capulet's house.

+ +

+Enter CAPULET, LADY CAPULET, Nurse, and two Servingmen +
+ +CAPULET +
+So many guests invite as here are writ.
+

Exit First Servant

+Sirrah, go hire me twenty cunning cooks.
+
+ +Second Servant +
+You shall have none ill, sir; for I'll try if they
+can lick their fingers.
+
+ +CAPULET +
+How canst thou try them so?
+
+ +Second Servant +
+Marry, sir, 'tis an ill cook that cannot lick his
+own fingers: therefore he that cannot lick his
+fingers goes not with me.
+
+ +CAPULET +
+Go, be gone.
+

Exit Second Servant

+We shall be much unfurnished for this time.
+What, is my daughter gone to Friar Laurence?
+
+ +Nurse +
+Ay, forsooth.
+
+ +CAPULET +
+Well, he may chance to do some good on her:
+A peevish self-will'd harlotry it is.
+
+ +Nurse +
+See where she comes from shrift with merry look.
+

Enter JULIET

+
+ +CAPULET +
+How now, my headstrong! where have you been gadding?
+
+ +JULIET +
+Where I have learn'd me to repent the sin
+Of disobedient opposition
+To you and your behests, and am enjoin'd
+By holy Laurence to fall prostrate here,
+And beg your pardon: pardon, I beseech you!
+Henceforward I am ever ruled by you.
+
+ +CAPULET +
+Send for the county; go tell him of this:
+I'll have this knot knit up to-morrow morning.
+
+ +JULIET +
+I met the youthful lord at Laurence' cell;
+And gave him what becomed love I might,
+Not step o'er the bounds of modesty.
+
+ +CAPULET +
+Why, I am glad on't; this is well: stand up:
+This is as't should be. Let me see the county;
+Ay, marry, go, I say, and fetch him hither.
+Now, afore God! this reverend holy friar,
+Our whole city is much bound to him.
+
+ +JULIET +
+Nurse, will you go with me into my closet,
+To help me sort such needful ornaments
+As you think fit to furnish me to-morrow?
+
+ +LADY CAPULET +
+No, not till Thursday; there is time enough.
+
+ +CAPULET +
+Go, nurse, go with her: we'll to church to-morrow.
+

Exeunt JULIET and Nurse

+
+ +LADY CAPULET +
+We shall be short in our provision:
+'Tis now near night.
+
+ +CAPULET +
+Tush, I will stir about,
+And all things shall be well, I warrant thee, wife:
+Go thou to Juliet, help to deck up her;
+I'll not to bed to-night; let me alone;
+I'll play the housewife for this once. What, ho!
+They are all forth. Well, I will walk myself
+To County Paris, to prepare him up
+Against to-morrow: my heart is wondrous light,
+Since this same wayward girl is so reclaim'd.
+

Exeunt

+
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SCENE III. Juliet's chamber.

+ +

+Enter JULIET and Nurse +
+ +JULIET +
+Ay, those attires are best: but, gentle nurse,
+I pray thee, leave me to my self to-night,
+For I have need of many orisons
+To move the heavens to smile upon my state,
+Which, well thou know'st, is cross, and full of sin.
+

Enter LADY CAPULET

+
+ +LADY CAPULET +
+What, are you busy, ho? need you my help?
+
+ +JULIET +
+No, madam; we have cull'd such necessaries
+As are behoveful for our state to-morrow:
+So please you, let me now be left alone,
+And let the nurse this night sit up with you;
+For, I am sure, you have your hands full all,
+In this so sudden business.
+
+ +LADY CAPULET +
+Good night:
+Get thee to bed, and rest; for thou hast need.
+

Exeunt LADY CAPULET and Nurse

+
+ +JULIET +
+Farewell! God knows when we shall meet again.
+I have a faint cold fear thrills through my veins,
+That almost freezes up the heat of life:
+I'll call them back again to comfort me:
+Nurse! What should she do here?
+My dismal scene I needs must act alone.
+Come, vial.
+What if this mixture do not work at all?
+Shall I be married then to-morrow morning?
+No, no: this shall forbid it: lie thou there.
+

Laying down her dagger

+What if it be a poison, which the friar
+Subtly hath minister'd to have me dead,
+Lest in this marriage he should be dishonour'd,
+Because he married me before to Romeo?
+I fear it is: and yet, methinks, it should not,
+For he hath still been tried a holy man.
+How if, when I am laid into the tomb,
+I wake before the time that Romeo
+Come to redeem me? there's a fearful point!
+Shall I not, then, be stifled in the vault,
+To whose foul mouth no healthsome air breathes in,
+And there die strangled ere my Romeo comes?
+Or, if I live, is it not very like,
+The horrible conceit of death and night,
+Together with the terror of the place,--
+As in a vault, an ancient receptacle,
+Where, for these many hundred years, the bones
+Of all my buried ancestors are packed:
+Where bloody Tybalt, yet but green in earth,
+Lies festering in his shroud; where, as they say,
+At some hours in the night spirits resort;--
+Alack, alack, is it not like that I,
+So early waking, what with loathsome smells,
+And shrieks like mandrakes' torn out of the earth,
+That living mortals, hearing them, run mad:--
+O, if I wake, shall I not be distraught,
+Environed with all these hideous fears?
+And madly play with my forefather's joints?
+And pluck the mangled Tybalt from his shroud?
+And, in this rage, with some great kinsman's bone,
+As with a club, dash out my desperate brains?
+O, look! methinks I see my cousin's ghost
+Seeking out Romeo, that did spit his body
+Upon a rapier's point: stay, Tybalt, stay!
+Romeo, I come! this do I drink to thee.
+

She falls upon her bed, within the curtains

+
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SCENE IV. Hall in Capulet's house.

+ +

+Enter LADY CAPULET and Nurse +
+ +LADY CAPULET +
+Hold, take these keys, and fetch more spices, nurse.
+
+ +Nurse +
+They call for dates and quinces in the pastry.
+

Enter CAPULET

+
+ +CAPULET +
+Come, stir, stir, stir! the second cock hath crow'd,
+The curfew-bell hath rung, 'tis three o'clock:
+Look to the baked meats, good Angelica:
+Spare not for the cost.
+
+ +Nurse +
+Go, you cot-quean, go,
+Get you to bed; faith, You'll be sick to-morrow
+For this night's watching.
+
+ +CAPULET +
+No, not a whit: what! I have watch'd ere now
+All night for lesser cause, and ne'er been sick.
+
+ +LADY CAPULET +
+Ay, you have been a mouse-hunt in your time;
+But I will watch you from such watching now.
+

Exeunt LADY CAPULET and Nurse

+
+ +CAPULET +
+A jealous hood, a jealous hood!
+

Enter three or four Servingmen, with spits, logs, and baskets

+Now, fellow,
+What's there?
+
+ +First Servant +
+Things for the cook, sir; but I know not what.
+
+ +CAPULET +
+Make haste, make haste.
+

Exit First Servant

+Sirrah, fetch drier logs:
+Call Peter, he will show thee where they are.
+
+ +Second Servant +
+I have a head, sir, that will find out logs,
+And never trouble Peter for the matter.
+

Exit

+
+ +CAPULET +
+Mass, and well said; a merry whoreson, ha!
+Thou shalt be logger-head. Good faith, 'tis day:
+The county will be here with music straight,
+For so he said he would: I hear him near.
+

Music within

+Nurse! Wife! What, ho! What, nurse, I say!
+

Re-enter Nurse

+Go waken Juliet, go and trim her up;
+I'll go and chat with Paris: hie, make haste,
+Make haste; the bridegroom he is come already:
+Make haste, I say.
+

Exeunt

+
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SCENE V. Juliet's chamber.

+ +

+Enter Nurse +
+ +Nurse +
+Mistress! what, mistress! Juliet! fast, I warrant her, she:
+Why, lamb! why, lady! fie, you slug-a-bed!
+Why, love, I say! madam! sweet-heart! why, bride!
+What, not a word? you take your pennyworths now;
+Sleep for a week; for the next night, I warrant,
+The County Paris hath set up his rest,
+That you shall rest but little. God forgive me,
+Marry, and amen, how sound is she asleep!
+I must needs wake her. Madam, madam, madam!
+Ay, let the county take you in your bed;
+He'll fright you up, i' faith. Will it not be?
+

Undraws the curtains

+What, dress'd! and in your clothes! and down again!
+I must needs wake you; Lady! lady! lady!
+Alas, alas! Help, help! my lady's dead!
+O, well-a-day, that ever I was born!
+Some aqua vitae, ho! My lord! my lady!
+

Enter LADY CAPULET

+
+ +LADY CAPULET +
+What noise is here?
+
+ +Nurse +
+O lamentable day!
+
+ +LADY CAPULET +
+What is the matter?
+
+ +Nurse +
+Look, look! O heavy day!
+
+ +LADY CAPULET +
+O me, O me! My child, my only life,
+Revive, look up, or I will die with thee!
+Help, help! Call help.
+

Enter CAPULET

+
+ +CAPULET +
+For shame, bring Juliet forth; her lord is come.
+
+ +Nurse +
+She's dead, deceased, she's dead; alack the day!
+
+ +LADY CAPULET +
+Alack the day, she's dead, she's dead, she's dead!
+
+ +CAPULET +
+Ha! let me see her: out, alas! she's cold:
+Her blood is settled, and her joints are stiff;
+Life and these lips have long been separated:
+Death lies on her like an untimely frost
+Upon the sweetest flower of all the field.
+
+ +Nurse +
+O lamentable day!
+
+ +LADY CAPULET +
+ O woful time!
+
+ +CAPULET +
+Death, that hath ta'en her hence to make me wail,
+Ties up my tongue, and will not let me speak.
+

Enter FRIAR LAURENCE and PARIS, with Musicians

+
+ +FRIAR LAURENCE +
+Come, is the bride ready to go to church?
+
+ +CAPULET +
+Ready to go, but never to return.
+O son! the night before thy wedding-day
+Hath Death lain with thy wife. There she lies,
+Flower as she was, deflowered by him.
+Death is my son-in-law, Death is my heir;
+My daughter he hath wedded: I will die,
+And leave him all; life, living, all is Death's.
+
+ +PARIS +
+Have I thought long to see this morning's face,
+And doth it give me such a sight as this?
+
+ +LADY CAPULET +
+Accursed, unhappy, wretched, hateful day!
+Most miserable hour that e'er time saw
+In lasting labour of his pilgrimage!
+But one, poor one, one poor and loving child,
+But one thing to rejoice and solace in,
+And cruel death hath catch'd it from my sight!
+
+ +Nurse +
+O woe! O woful, woful, woful day!
+Most lamentable day, most woful day,
+That ever, ever, I did yet behold!
+O day! O day! O day! O hateful day!
+Never was seen so black a day as this:
+O woful day, O woful day!
+
+ +PARIS +
+Beguiled, divorced, wronged, spited, slain!
+Most detestable death, by thee beguil'd,
+By cruel cruel thee quite overthrown!
+O love! O life! not life, but love in death!
+
+ +CAPULET +
+Despised, distressed, hated, martyr'd, kill'd!
+Uncomfortable time, why camest thou now
+To murder, murder our solemnity?
+O child! O child! my soul, and not my child!
+Dead art thou! Alack! my child is dead;
+And with my child my joys are buried.
+
+ +FRIAR LAURENCE +
+Peace, ho, for shame! confusion's cure lives not
+In these confusions. Heaven and yourself
+Had part in this fair maid; now heaven hath all,
+And all the better is it for the maid:
+Your part in her you could not keep from death,
+But heaven keeps his part in eternal life.
+The most you sought was her promotion;
+For 'twas your heaven she should be advanced:
+And weep ye now, seeing she is advanced
+Above the clouds, as high as heaven itself?
+O, in this love, you love your child so ill,
+That you run mad, seeing that she is well:
+She's not well married that lives married long;
+But she's best married that dies married young.
+Dry up your tears, and stick your rosemary
+On this fair corse; and, as the custom is,
+In all her best array bear her to church:
+For though fond nature bids us an lament,
+Yet nature's tears are reason's merriment.
+
+ +CAPULET +
+All things that we ordained festival,
+Turn from their office to black funeral;
+Our instruments to melancholy bells,
+Our wedding cheer to a sad burial feast,
+Our solemn hymns to sullen dirges change,
+Our bridal flowers serve for a buried corse,
+And all things change them to the contrary.
+
+ +FRIAR LAURENCE +
+Sir, go you in; and, madam, go with him;
+And go, Sir Paris; every one prepare
+To follow this fair corse unto her grave:
+The heavens do lour upon you for some ill;
+Move them no more by crossing their high will.
+

Exeunt CAPULET, LADY CAPULET, PARIS, and FRIAR LAURENCE

+
+ +First Musician +
+Faith, we may put up our pipes, and be gone.
+
+ +Nurse +
+Honest goodfellows, ah, put up, put up;
+For, well you know, this is a pitiful case.
+

Exit

+
+ +First Musician +
+Ay, by my troth, the case may be amended.
+

Enter PETER

+
+ +PETER +
+Musicians, O, musicians, 'Heart's ease, Heart's
+ease:' O, an you will have me live, play 'Heart's ease.'
+
+ +First Musician +
+Why 'Heart's ease?'
+
+ +PETER +
+O, musicians, because my heart itself plays 'My
+heart is full of woe:' O, play me some merry dump,
+to comfort me.
+
+ +First Musician +
+Not a dump we; 'tis no time to play now.
+
+ +PETER +
+You will not, then?
+
+ +First Musician +
+No.
+
+ +PETER +
+I will then give it you soundly.
+
+ +First Musician +
+What will you give us?
+
+ +PETER +
+No money, on my faith, but the gleek;
+I will give you the minstrel.
+
+ +First Musician +
+Then I will give you the serving-creature.
+
+ +PETER +
+Then will I lay the serving-creature's dagger on
+your pate. I will carry no crotchets: I'll re you,
+I'll fa you; do you note me?
+
+ +First Musician +
+An you re us and fa us, you note us.
+
+ +Second Musician +
+Pray you, put up your dagger, and put out your wit.
+
+ +PETER +
+Then have at you with my wit! I will dry-beat you
+with an iron wit, and put up my iron dagger. Answer
+me like men:
+'When griping grief the heart doth wound,
+And doleful dumps the mind oppress,
+Then music with her silver sound'--
+why 'silver sound'? why 'music with her silver
+sound'? What say you, Simon Catling?
+
+ +Musician +
+Marry, sir, because silver hath a sweet sound.
+
+ +PETER +
+Pretty! What say you, Hugh Rebeck?
+
+ +Second Musician +
+I say 'silver sound,' because musicians sound for silver.
+
+ +PETER +
+Pretty too! What say you, James Soundpost?
+
+ +Third Musician +
+Faith, I know not what to say.
+
+ +PETER +
+O, I cry you mercy; you are the singer: I will say
+for you. It is 'music with her silver sound,'
+because musicians have no gold for sounding:
+'Then music with her silver sound
+With speedy help doth lend redress.'
+

Exit

+
+ +First Musician +
+What a pestilent knave is this same!
+
+ +Second Musician +
+Hang him, Jack! Come, we'll in here; tarry for the
+mourners, and stay dinner.
+

Exeunt

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SCENE I. Mantua. A street.

+ +

+Enter ROMEO +
+ +ROMEO +
+If I may trust the flattering truth of sleep,
+My dreams presage some joyful news at hand:
+My bosom's lord sits lightly in his throne;
+And all this day an unaccustom'd spirit
+Lifts me above the ground with cheerful thoughts.
+I dreamt my lady came and found me dead--
+Strange dream, that gives a dead man leave
+to think!--
+And breathed such life with kisses in my lips,
+That I revived, and was an emperor.
+Ah me! how sweet is love itself possess'd,
+When but love's shadows are so rich in joy!
+

Enter BALTHASAR, booted

+News from Verona!--How now, Balthasar!
+Dost thou not bring me letters from the friar?
+How doth my lady? Is my father well?
+How fares my Juliet? that I ask again;
+For nothing can be ill, if she be well.
+
+ +BALTHASAR +
+Then she is well, and nothing can be ill:
+Her body sleeps in Capel's monument,
+And her immortal part with angels lives.
+I saw her laid low in her kindred's vault,
+And presently took post to tell it you:
+O, pardon me for bringing these ill news,
+Since you did leave it for my office, sir.
+
+ +ROMEO +
+Is it even so? then I defy you, stars!
+Thou know'st my lodging: get me ink and paper,
+And hire post-horses; I will hence to-night.
+
+ +BALTHASAR +
+I do beseech you, sir, have patience:
+Your looks are pale and wild, and do import
+Some misadventure.
+
+ +ROMEO +
+ Tush, thou art deceived:
+Leave me, and do the thing I bid thee do.
+Hast thou no letters to me from the friar?
+
+ +BALTHASAR +
+No, my good lord.
+
+ +ROMEO +
+ No matter: get thee gone,
+And hire those horses; I'll be with thee straight.
+

Exit BALTHASAR

+Well, Juliet, I will lie with thee to-night.
+Let's see for means: O mischief, thou art swift
+To enter in the thoughts of desperate men!
+I do remember an apothecary,--
+And hereabouts he dwells,--which late I noted
+In tatter'd weeds, with overwhelming brows,
+Culling of simples; meagre were his looks,
+Sharp misery had worn him to the bones:
+And in his needy shop a tortoise hung,
+An alligator stuff'd, and other skins
+Of ill-shaped fishes; and about his shelves
+A beggarly account of empty boxes,
+Green earthen pots, bladders and musty seeds,
+Remnants of packthread and old cakes of roses,
+Were thinly scatter'd, to make up a show.
+Noting this penury, to myself I said
+'An if a man did need a poison now,
+Whose sale is present death in Mantua,
+Here lives a caitiff wretch would sell it him.'
+O, this same thought did but forerun my need;
+And this same needy man must sell it me.
+As I remember, this should be the house.
+Being holiday, the beggar's shop is shut.
+What, ho! apothecary!
+

Enter Apothecary

+
+ +Apothecary +
+Who calls so loud?
+
+ +ROMEO +
+Come hither, man. I see that thou art poor:
+Hold, there is forty ducats: let me have
+A dram of poison, such soon-speeding gear
+As will disperse itself through all the veins
+That the life-weary taker may fall dead
+And that the trunk may be discharged of breath
+As violently as hasty powder fired
+Doth hurry from the fatal cannon's womb.
+
+ +Apothecary +
+Such mortal drugs I have; but Mantua's law
+Is death to any he that utters them.
+
+ +ROMEO +
+Art thou so bare and full of wretchedness,
+And fear'st to die? famine is in thy cheeks,
+Need and oppression starveth in thine eyes,
+Contempt and beggary hangs upon thy back;
+The world is not thy friend nor the world's law;
+The world affords no law to make thee rich;
+Then be not poor, but break it, and take this.
+
+ +Apothecary +
+My poverty, but not my will, consents.
+
+ +ROMEO +
+I pay thy poverty, and not thy will.
+
+ +Apothecary +
+Put this in any liquid thing you will,
+And drink it off; and, if you had the strength
+Of twenty men, it would dispatch you straight.
+
+ +ROMEO +
+There is thy gold, worse poison to men's souls,
+Doing more murders in this loathsome world,
+Than these poor compounds that thou mayst not sell.
+I sell thee poison; thou hast sold me none.
+Farewell: buy food, and get thyself in flesh.
+Come, cordial and not poison, go with me
+To Juliet's grave; for there must I use thee.
+

Exeunt

+
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SCENE II. Friar Laurence's cell.

+ +

+Enter FRIAR JOHN +
+ +FRIAR JOHN +
+Holy Franciscan friar! brother, ho!
+

Enter FRIAR LAURENCE

+
+ +FRIAR LAURENCE +
+This same should be the voice of Friar John.
+Welcome from Mantua: what says Romeo?
+Or, if his mind be writ, give me his letter.
+
+ +FRIAR JOHN +
+Going to find a bare-foot brother out
+One of our order, to associate me,
+Here in this city visiting the sick,
+And finding him, the searchers of the town,
+Suspecting that we both were in a house
+Where the infectious pestilence did reign,
+Seal'd up the doors, and would not let us forth;
+So that my speed to Mantua there was stay'd.
+
+ +FRIAR LAURENCE +
+Who bare my letter, then, to Romeo?
+
+ +FRIAR JOHN +
+I could not send it,--here it is again,--
+Nor get a messenger to bring it thee,
+So fearful were they of infection.
+
+ +FRIAR LAURENCE +
+Unhappy fortune! by my brotherhood,
+The letter was not nice but full of charge
+Of dear import, and the neglecting it
+May do much danger. Friar John, go hence;
+Get me an iron crow, and bring it straight
+Unto my cell.
+
+ +FRIAR JOHN +
+Brother, I'll go and bring it thee.
+

Exit

+
+ +FRIAR LAURENCE +
+Now must I to the monument alone;
+Within three hours will fair Juliet wake:
+She will beshrew me much that Romeo
+Hath had no notice of these accidents;
+But I will write again to Mantua,
+And keep her at my cell till Romeo come;
+Poor living corse, closed in a dead man's tomb!
+

Exit

+
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SCENE III. A churchyard; in it a tomb belonging to the Capulets.

+ +

+Enter PARIS, and his Page bearing flowers and a torch +
+ +PARIS +
+Give me thy torch, boy: hence, and stand aloof:
+Yet put it out, for I would not be seen.
+Under yond yew-trees lay thee all along,
+Holding thine ear close to the hollow ground;
+So shall no foot upon the churchyard tread,
+Being loose, unfirm, with digging up of graves,
+But thou shalt hear it: whistle then to me,
+As signal that thou hear'st something approach.
+Give me those flowers. Do as I bid thee, go.
+
+ +PAGE +
+[Aside] I am almost afraid to stand alone
+Here in the churchyard; yet I will adventure.
+

Retires

+
+ +PARIS +
+Sweet flower, with flowers thy bridal bed I strew,--
+O woe! thy canopy is dust and stones;--
+Which with sweet water nightly I will dew,
+Or, wanting that, with tears distill'd by moans:
+The obsequies that I for thee will keep
+Nightly shall be to strew thy grave and weep.
+

The Page whistles

+The boy gives warning something doth approach.
+What cursed foot wanders this way to-night,
+To cross my obsequies and true love's rite?
+What with a torch! muffle me, night, awhile.
+

Retires

+

Enter ROMEO and BALTHASAR, with a torch, mattock, & c

+
+ +ROMEO +
+Give me that mattock and the wrenching iron.
+Hold, take this letter; early in the morning
+See thou deliver it to my lord and father.
+Give me the light: upon thy life, I charge thee,
+Whate'er thou hear'st or seest, stand all aloof,
+And do not interrupt me in my course.
+Why I descend into this bed of death,
+Is partly to behold my lady's face;
+But chiefly to take thence from her dead finger
+A precious ring, a ring that I must use
+In dear employment: therefore hence, be gone:
+But if thou, jealous, dost return to pry
+In what I further shall intend to do,
+By heaven, I will tear thee joint by joint
+And strew this hungry churchyard with thy limbs:
+The time and my intents are savage-wild,
+More fierce and more inexorable far
+Than empty tigers or the roaring sea.
+
+ +BALTHASAR +
+I will be gone, sir, and not trouble you.
+
+ +ROMEO +
+So shalt thou show me friendship. Take thou that:
+Live, and be prosperous: and farewell, good fellow.
+
+ +BALTHASAR +
+[Aside] For all this same, I'll hide me hereabout:
+His looks I fear, and his intents I doubt.
+

Retires

+
+ +ROMEO +
+Thou detestable maw, thou womb of death,
+Gorged with the dearest morsel of the earth,
+Thus I enforce thy rotten jaws to open,
+And, in despite, I'll cram thee with more food!
+

Opens the tomb

+
+ +PARIS +
+This is that banish'd haughty Montague,
+That murder'd my love's cousin, with which grief,
+It is supposed, the fair creature died;
+And here is come to do some villanous shame
+To the dead bodies: I will apprehend him.
+

Comes forward

+Stop thy unhallow'd toil, vile Montague!
+Can vengeance be pursued further than death?
+Condemned villain, I do apprehend thee:
+Obey, and go with me; for thou must die.
+
+ +ROMEO +
+I must indeed; and therefore came I hither.
+Good gentle youth, tempt not a desperate man;
+Fly hence, and leave me: think upon these gone;
+Let them affright thee. I beseech thee, youth,
+Put not another sin upon my head,
+By urging me to fury: O, be gone!
+By heaven, I love thee better than myself;
+For I come hither arm'd against myself:
+Stay not, be gone; live, and hereafter say,
+A madman's mercy bade thee run away.
+
+ +PARIS +
+I do defy thy conjurations,
+And apprehend thee for a felon here.
+
+ +ROMEO +
+Wilt thou provoke me? then have at thee, boy!
+

They fight

+
+ +PAGE +
+O Lord, they fight! I will go call the watch.
+

Exit

+
+ +PARIS +
+O, I am slain!
+

Falls

+If thou be merciful,
+Open the tomb, lay me with Juliet.
+

Dies

+
+ +ROMEO +
+In faith, I will. Let me peruse this face.
+Mercutio's kinsman, noble County Paris!
+What said my man, when my betossed soul
+Did not attend him as we rode? I think
+He told me Paris should have married Juliet:
+Said he not so? or did I dream it so?
+Or am I mad, hearing him talk of Juliet,
+To think it was so? O, give me thy hand,
+One writ with me in sour misfortune's book!
+I'll bury thee in a triumphant grave;
+A grave? O no! a lantern, slaughter'd youth,
+For here lies Juliet, and her beauty makes
+This vault a feasting presence full of light.
+Death, lie thou there, by a dead man interr'd.
+

Laying PARIS in the tomb

+How oft when men are at the point of death
+Have they been merry! which their keepers call
+A lightning before death: O, how may I
+Call this a lightning? O my love! my wife!
+Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath,
+Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty:
+Thou art not conquer'd; beauty's ensign yet
+Is crimson in thy lips and in thy cheeks,
+And death's pale flag is not advanced there.
+Tybalt, liest thou there in thy bloody sheet?
+O, what more favour can I do to thee,
+Than with that hand that cut thy youth in twain
+To sunder his that was thine enemy?
+Forgive me, cousin! Ah, dear Juliet,
+Why art thou yet so fair? shall I believe
+That unsubstantial death is amorous,
+And that the lean abhorred monster keeps
+Thee here in dark to be his paramour?
+For fear of that, I still will stay with thee;
+And never from this palace of dim night
+Depart again: here, here will I remain
+With worms that are thy chamber-maids; O, here
+Will I set up my everlasting rest,
+And shake the yoke of inauspicious stars
+From this world-wearied flesh. Eyes, look your last!
+Arms, take your last embrace! and, lips, O you
+The doors of breath, seal with a righteous kiss
+A dateless bargain to engrossing death!
+Come, bitter conduct, come, unsavoury guide!
+Thou desperate pilot, now at once run on
+The dashing rocks thy sea-sick weary bark!
+Here's to my love!
+

Drinks

+O true apothecary!
+Thy drugs are quick. Thus with a kiss I die.
+

Dies

+

Enter, at the other end of the churchyard, FRIAR LAURENCE, with a lantern, crow, and spade

+
+ +FRIAR LAURENCE +
+Saint Francis be my speed! how oft to-night
+Have my old feet stumbled at graves! Who's there?
+
+ +BALTHASAR +
+Here's one, a friend, and one that knows you well.
+
+ +FRIAR LAURENCE +
+Bliss be upon you! Tell me, good my friend,
+What torch is yond, that vainly lends his light
+To grubs and eyeless skulls? as I discern,
+It burneth in the Capel's monument.
+
+ +BALTHASAR +
+It doth so, holy sir; and there's my master,
+One that you love.
+
+ +FRIAR LAURENCE +
+ Who is it?
+
+ +BALTHASAR +
+Romeo.
+
+ +FRIAR LAURENCE +
+How long hath he been there?
+
+ +BALTHASAR +
+Full half an hour.
+
+ +FRIAR LAURENCE +
+Go with me to the vault.
+
+ +BALTHASAR +
+I dare not, sir
+My master knows not but I am gone hence;
+And fearfully did menace me with death,
+If I did stay to look on his intents.
+
+ +FRIAR LAURENCE +
+Stay, then; I'll go alone. Fear comes upon me:
+O, much I fear some ill unlucky thing.
+
+ +BALTHASAR +
+As I did sleep under this yew-tree here,
+I dreamt my master and another fought,
+And that my master slew him.
+
+ +FRIAR LAURENCE +
+Romeo!
+

Advances

+Alack, alack, what blood is this, which stains
+The stony entrance of this sepulchre?
+What mean these masterless and gory swords
+To lie discolour'd by this place of peace?
+

Enters the tomb

+Romeo! O, pale! Who else? what, Paris too?
+And steep'd in blood? Ah, what an unkind hour
+Is guilty of this lamentable chance!
+The lady stirs.
+

JULIET wakes

+
+ +JULIET +
+O comfortable friar! where is my lord?
+I do remember well where I should be,
+And there I am. Where is my Romeo?
+

Noise within

+
+ +FRIAR LAURENCE +
+I hear some noise. Lady, come from that nest
+Of death, contagion, and unnatural sleep:
+A greater power than we can contradict
+Hath thwarted our intents. Come, come away.
+Thy husband in thy bosom there lies dead;
+And Paris too. Come, I'll dispose of thee
+Among a sisterhood of holy nuns:
+Stay not to question, for the watch is coming;
+Come, go, good Juliet,
+

Noise again

+I dare no longer stay.
+
+ +JULIET +
+Go, get thee hence, for I will not away.
+

Exit FRIAR LAURENCE

+What's here? a cup, closed in my true love's hand?
+Poison, I see, hath been his timeless end:
+O churl! drunk all, and left no friendly drop
+To help me after? I will kiss thy lips;
+Haply some poison yet doth hang on them,
+To make die with a restorative.
+

Kisses him

+Thy lips are warm.
+
+ +First Watchman +
+[Within] Lead, boy: which way?
+
+ +JULIET +
+Yea, noise? then I'll be brief. O happy dagger!
+

Snatching ROMEO's dagger

+This is thy sheath;
+

Stabs herself

+there rust, and let me die.
+

Falls on ROMEO's body, and dies

+

Enter Watch, with the Page of PARIS

+
+ +PAGE +
+This is the place; there, where the torch doth burn.
+
+ +First Watchman +
+The ground is bloody; search about the churchyard:
+Go, some of you, whoe'er you find attach.
+Pitiful sight! here lies the county slain,
+And Juliet bleeding, warm, and newly dead,
+Who here hath lain these two days buried.
+Go, tell the prince: run to the Capulets:
+Raise up the Montagues: some others search:
+We see the ground whereon these woes do lie;
+But the true ground of all these piteous woes
+We cannot without circumstance descry.
+

Re-enter some of the Watch, with BALTHASAR

+
+ +Second Watchman +
+Here's Romeo's man; we found him in the churchyard.
+
+ +First Watchman +
+Hold him in safety, till the prince come hither.
+

Re-enter others of the Watch, with FRIAR LAURENCE

+
+ +Third Watchman +
+Here is a friar, that trembles, sighs and weeps:
+We took this mattock and this spade from him,
+As he was coming from this churchyard side.
+
+ +First Watchman +
+A great suspicion: stay the friar too.
+

Enter the PRINCE and Attendants

+
+ +PRINCE +
+What misadventure is so early up,
+That calls our person from our morning's rest?
+

Enter CAPULET, LADY CAPULET, and others

+
+ +CAPULET +
+What should it be, that they so shriek abroad?
+
+ +LADY CAPULET +
+The people in the street cry Romeo,
+Some Juliet, and some Paris; and all run,
+With open outcry toward our monument.
+
+ +PRINCE +
+What fear is this which startles in our ears?
+
+ +First Watchman +
+Sovereign, here lies the County Paris slain;
+And Romeo dead; and Juliet, dead before,
+Warm and new kill'd.
+
+ +PRINCE +
+Search, seek, and know how this foul murder comes.
+
+ +First Watchman +
+Here is a friar, and slaughter'd Romeo's man;
+With instruments upon them, fit to open
+These dead men's tombs.
+
+ +CAPULET +
+O heavens! O wife, look how our daughter bleeds!
+This dagger hath mista'en--for, lo, his house
+Is empty on the back of Montague,--
+And it mis-sheathed in my daughter's bosom!
+
+ +LADY CAPULET +
+O me! this sight of death is as a bell,
+That warns my old age to a sepulchre.
+

Enter MONTAGUE and others

+
+ +PRINCE +
+Come, Montague; for thou art early up,
+To see thy son and heir more early down.
+
+ +MONTAGUE +
+Alas, my liege, my wife is dead to-night;
+Grief of my son's exile hath stopp'd her breath:
+What further woe conspires against mine age?
+
+ +PRINCE +
+Look, and thou shalt see.
+
+ +MONTAGUE +
+O thou untaught! what manners is in this?
+To press before thy father to a grave?
+
+ +PRINCE +
+Seal up the mouth of outrage for a while,
+Till we can clear these ambiguities,
+And know their spring, their head, their
+true descent;
+And then will I be general of your woes,
+And lead you even to death: meantime forbear,
+And let mischance be slave to patience.
+Bring forth the parties of suspicion.
+
+ +FRIAR LAURENCE +
+I am the greatest, able to do least,
+Yet most suspected, as the time and place
+Doth make against me of this direful murder;
+And here I stand, both to impeach and purge
+Myself condemned and myself excused.
+
+ +PRINCE +
+Then say at once what thou dost know in this.
+
+ +FRIAR LAURENCE +
+I will be brief, for my short date of breath
+Is not so long as is a tedious tale.
+Romeo, there dead, was husband to that Juliet;
+And she, there dead, that Romeo's faithful wife:
+I married them; and their stol'n marriage-day
+Was Tybalt's dooms-day, whose untimely death
+Banish'd the new-made bridegroom from the city,
+For whom, and not for Tybalt, Juliet pined.
+You, to remove that siege of grief from her,
+Betroth'd and would have married her perforce
+To County Paris: then comes she to me,
+And, with wild looks, bid me devise some mean
+To rid her from this second marriage,
+Or in my cell there would she kill herself.
+Then gave I her, so tutor'd by my art,
+A sleeping potion; which so took effect
+As I intended, for it wrought on her
+The form of death: meantime I writ to Romeo,
+That he should hither come as this dire night,
+To help to take her from her borrow'd grave,
+Being the time the potion's force should cease.
+But he which bore my letter, Friar John,
+Was stay'd by accident, and yesternight
+Return'd my letter back. Then all alone
+At the prefixed hour of her waking,
+Came I to take her from her kindred's vault;
+Meaning to keep her closely at my cell,
+Till I conveniently could send to Romeo:
+But when I came, some minute ere the time
+Of her awaking, here untimely lay
+The noble Paris and true Romeo dead.
+She wakes; and I entreated her come forth,
+And bear this work of heaven with patience:
+But then a noise did scare me from the tomb;
+And she, too desperate, would not go with me,
+But, as it seems, did violence on herself.
+All this I know; and to the marriage
+Her nurse is privy: and, if aught in this
+Miscarried by my fault, let my old life
+Be sacrificed, some hour before his time,
+Unto the rigour of severest law.
+
+ +PRINCE +
+We still have known thee for a holy man.
+Where's Romeo's man? what can he say in this?
+
+ +BALTHASAR +
+I brought my master news of Juliet's death;
+And then in post he came from Mantua
+To this same place, to this same monument.
+This letter he early bid me give his father,
+And threatened me with death, going in the vault,
+I departed not and left him there.
+
+ +PRINCE +
+Give me the letter; I will look on it.
+Where is the county's page, that raised the watch?
+Sirrah, what made your master in this place?
+
+ +PAGE +
+He came with flowers to strew his lady's grave;
+And bid me stand aloof, and so I did:
+Anon comes one with light to ope the tomb;
+And by and by my master drew on him;
+And then I ran away to call the watch.
+
+ +PRINCE +
+This letter doth make good the friar's words,
+Their course of love, the tidings of her death:
+And here he writes that he did buy a poison
+Of a poor 'pothecary, and therewithal
+Came to this vault to die, and lie with Juliet.
+Where be these enemies? Capulet! Montague!
+See, what a scourge is laid upon your hate,
+That heaven finds means to kill your joys with love.
+And I for winking at your discords too
+Have lost a brace of kinsmen: all are punish'd.
+
+ +CAPULET +
+O brother Montague, give me thy hand:
+This is my daughter's jointure, for no more
+Can I demand.
+
+ +MONTAGUE +
+ But I can give thee more:
+For I will raise her statue in pure gold;
+That while Verona by that name is known,
+There shall no figure at such rate be set
+As that of true and faithful Juliet.
+
+ +CAPULET +
+As rich shall Romeo's by his lady's lie;
+Poor sacrifices of our enmity!
+
+ +PRINCE +
+A glooming peace this morning with it brings;
+The sun, for sorrow, will not show his head:
+Go hence, to have more talk of these sad things;
+Some shall be pardon'd, and some punished:
+For never was a story of more woe
+Than this of Juliet and her Romeo.
+

Exeunt

+ diff --git a/old_work/romeoandjuliet/romeoandjuliet.html b/old_work/romeoandjuliet/romeoandjuliet.html new file mode 100644 index 0000000..5a0a031 --- /dev/null +++ b/old_work/romeoandjuliet/romeoandjuliet.html @@ -0,0 +1,56 @@ + + + + Romeo and Juliet: List of Scenes + + + + + + + +
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+Act 1, Prologue: PROLOGUE
+Act 1, Scene 1: Verona. A public place.
+Act 1, Scene 2: A street.
+Act 1, Scene 3: A room in Capulet's house.
+Act 1, Scene 4: A street.
+Act 1, Scene 5: A hall in Capulet's house.
+

+Act 2, Prologue: PROLOGUE
+Act 2, Scene 1: A lane by the wall of Capulet's orchard.
+Act 2, Scene 2: Capulet's orchard.
+Act 2, Scene 3: Friar Laurence's cell.
+Act 2, Scene 4: A street.
+Act 2, Scene 5: Capulet's orchard.
+Act 2, Scene 6: Friar Laurence's cell.
+

+Act 3, Scene 1: A public place.
+Act 3, Scene 2: Capulet's orchard.
+Act 3, Scene 3: Friar Laurence's cell.
+Act 3, Scene 4: A room in Capulet's house.
+Act 3, Scene 5: Capulet's orchard.
+

+Act 4, Scene 1: Friar Laurence's cell.
+Act 4, Scene 2: Hall in Capulet's house.
+Act 4, Scene 3: Juliet's chamber.
+Act 4, Scene 4: Hall in Capulet's house.
+Act 4, Scene 5: Juliet's chamber.
+

+Act 5, Scene 1: Mantua. A street.
+Act 5, Scene 2: Friar Laurence's cell.
+Act 5, Scene 3: A churchyard; in it a tomb belonging to the Capulets.
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SCENE III. A churchyard; in it a tomb belonging to the Capulets.

For never was a story of more woe
Than this of Juliet and her Romeo.

Exeunt

+
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PROLOGUE

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SCENE I. Verona. A public place.

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SCENE II. A street.

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SCENE III. A room in Capulet's house.

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SCENE IV. A street.

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SCENE V. A hall in Capulet's house.

Exeunt

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PROLOGUE

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SCENE I. A lane by the wall of Capulet's orchard.

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SCENE II. Capulet's orchard.

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SCENE III. Friar Laurence's cell.

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SCENE IV. A street.

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SCENE V. Capulet's orchard.

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SCENE VI. Friar Laurence's cell.

Exeunt

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SCENE I. A public place.

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SCENE II. Capulet's orchard.

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SCENE III. Friar Laurence's cell.

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SCENE IV. A room in Capulet's house.

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SCENE V. Capulet's orchard.

Exit

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SCENE I. Friar Laurence's cell.

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SCENE II. Hall in Capulet's house.

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SCENE III. Juliet's chamber.

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SCENE IV. Hall in Capulet's house.

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SCENE V. Juliet's chamber.

Exeunt

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SCENE I. Mantua. A street.

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SCENE II. Friar Laurence's cell.

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SCENE V. A hall in Capulet's house.

Anon, anon!
Come, let's away; the strangers all are gone.

Exeunt

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SCENE V. A hall in Capulet's house.

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SCENE VI. Friar Laurence's cell.

For, by your leaves, you shall not stay alone
Till holy church incorporate two in one.

Exeunt

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SCENE V. Capulet's orchard.

I'll to the friar, to know his remedy:
If all else fail, myself have power to die.

Exit

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SCENE V. Juliet's chamber.

Hang him, Jack! Come, we'll in here; tarry for the
mourners, and stay dinner.

Exeunt

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SCENE III. A churchyard; in it a tomb belonging to the Capulets.

For never was a story of more woe
Than this of Juliet and her Romeo.

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SCENE V. Another part of the field.

Now civil wounds are stopp'd, peace lives again:
That she may long live here, God say amen!

Exeunt

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SCENE IV. London. The Tower.

Until the duke take order for his burial:
And when I have my meed, I must away;
For this will out, and here I must not stay.
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SCENE IV. London. The palace.

As well I tender you and all of yours!
Come, I'll conduct you to the sanctuary.

Exeunt

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SCENE VII. Baynard's Castle.

Come, let us to our holy task again.
Farewell, good cousin; farewell, gentle friends.

Exeunt

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SCENE V. Lord Derby's house.

He shall espouse Elizabeth her daughter.
These letters will resolve him of my mind. Farewell.

Exeunt

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SCENE V. Another part of the field.

Now civil wounds are stopp'd, peace lives again:
That she may long live here, God say amen!

Exeunt

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SCENE I. London. A street.

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SCENE IV. London. The Tower.

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SCENE II. The palace.

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SCENE III. London. A street.

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SCENE IV. London. The palace.

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SCENE I. London. A street.

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SCENE II. Before Lord Hastings' house.

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SCENE III. Pomfret Castle.

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SCENE IV. The Tower of London.

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SCENE V. The Tower-walls.

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SCENE VI. The same.

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SCENE VII. Baynard's Castle.

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SCENE I. Before the Tower.

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SCENE II. London. The palace.

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SCENE III. The same.

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SCENE IV. Before the palace.

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SCENE V. Lord Derby's house.

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SCENE I. Salisbury. An open place.

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SCENE II. The camp near Tamworth.

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SCENE III. Bosworth Field.

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SCENE IV. Another part of the field.

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SCENE V. Another part of the field.

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SCENE III. Bosworth Field.

Sleeping and waking, O, defend me still!

Sleeps

Enter the Ghost of Prince Edward, son to King Henry VI

-Ghost
-of Prince Edward +Ghost of Prince Edward
-[To KING RICHARD III]
-Let me sit heavy on thy soul to-morrow!
-Think, how thou stab'dst me in my prime of youth
-At Tewksbury: despair, therefore, and die!
+[To KING RICHARD III]
+Let me sit heavy on thy soul to-morrow!
+Think, how thou stab'dst me in my prime of youth
+At Tewksbury: despair, therefore, and die!

To RICHMOND

-Be cheerful, Richmond; for the wronged souls
-Of butcher'd princes fight in thy behalf
-King Henry's issue, Richmond, comforts thee.
+Be cheerful, Richmond; for the wronged souls
+Of butcher'd princes fight in thy behalf
+King Henry's issue, Richmond, comforts thee.

Enter the Ghost of King Henry VI

-Ghost
-of King Henry VI +Ghost of King Henry VI
-[To KING RICHARD III]
-When I was mortal, my anointed body
-By thee was punched full of deadly holes
-Think on the Tower and me: despair, and die!
-Harry the Sixth bids thee despair, and die!
+[To KING RICHARD III]
+When I was mortal, my anointed body
+By thee was punched full of deadly holes
+Think on the Tower and me: despair, and die!
+Harry the Sixth bids thee despair, and die!

To RICHMOND

-Virtuous and holy, be thou conqueror!
-Harry, that prophesied thou shouldst be king,
-Doth comfort thee in thy sleep: live, and flourish!
+Virtuous and holy, be thou conqueror!
+Harry, that prophesied thou shouldst be king,
+Doth comfort thee in thy sleep: live, and flourish!

Enter the Ghost of CLARENCE

Ghost of CLARENCE
-[To KING RICHARD III]
-Let me sit heavy on thy soul to-morrow!
-I, that was wash'd to death with fulsome wine,
-Poor Clarence, by thy guile betrayed to death!
-To-morrow in the battle think on me,
-And fall thy edgeless sword: despair, and die!--
+[To KING RICHARD III]
+Let me sit heavy on thy soul to-morrow!
+I, that was wash'd to death with fulsome wine,
+Poor Clarence, by thy guile betrayed to death!
+To-morrow in the battle think on me,
+And fall thy edgeless sword: despair, and die!--

To RICHMOND

-Thou offspring of the house of Lancaster
-The wronged heirs of York do pray for thee
-Good angels guard thy battle! live, and flourish!
+Thou offspring of the house of Lancaster
+The wronged heirs of York do pray for thee
+Good angels guard thy battle! live, and flourish!

Enter the Ghosts of RIVERS, GRAY, and VAUGHAN

Ghost of RIVERS
-[To KING RICHARD III]
-Let me sit heavy on thy soul to-morrow,
-Rivers. that died at Pomfret! despair, and die!
+[To KING RICHARD III]
+Let me sit heavy on thy soul to-morrow,
+Rivers. that died at Pomfret! despair, and die!
Ghost of GREY
-[To KING RICHARD III]
-Think upon Grey, and let thy soul despair!
+[To KING RICHARD III]
+Think upon Grey, and let thy soul despair!
Ghost of VAUGHAN
-[To KING RICHARD III]
-Think upon Vaughan, and, with guilty fear,
-Let fall thy lance: despair, and die!
+[To KING RICHARD III]
+Think upon Vaughan, and, with guilty fear,
+Let fall thy lance: despair, and die!
All
-[To RICHMOND]
-Awake, and think our wrongs in Richard's bosom
-Will conquer him! awake, and win the day!
+[To RICHMOND]
+Awake, and think our wrongs in Richard's bosom
+Will conquer him! awake, and win the day!

Enter the Ghost of HASTINGS

Ghost of HASTINGS
-[To KING RICHARD III]
-Bloody and guilty, guiltily awake,
-And in a bloody battle end thy days!
-Think on Lord Hastings: despair, and die!
+[To KING RICHARD III]
+Bloody and guilty, guiltily awake,
+And in a bloody battle end thy days!
+Think on Lord Hastings: despair, and die!

To RICHMOND

-Quiet untroubled soul, awake, awake!
-Arm, fight, and conquer, for fair England's sake!
+Quiet untroubled soul, awake, awake!
+Arm, fight, and conquer, for fair England's sake!

Enter the Ghosts of the two young Princes

-Ghosts
-of young Princes +Ghosts of young Princes
-[To KING RICHARD III]
-Dream on thy cousins smother'd in the Tower:
-Let us be led within thy bosom, Richard,
-And weigh thee down to ruin, shame, and death!
-Thy nephews' souls bid thee despair and die!
+[To KING RICHARD III]
+Dream on thy cousins smother'd in the Tower:
+Let us be led within thy bosom, Richard,
+And weigh thee down to ruin, shame, and death!
+Thy nephews' souls bid thee despair and die!

To RICHMOND

-Sleep, Richmond, sleep in peace, and wake in joy;
-Good angels guard thee from the boar's annoy!
-Live, and beget a happy race of kings!
-Edward's unhappy sons do bid thee flourish.
+Sleep, Richmond, sleep in peace, and wake in joy;
+Good angels guard thee from the boar's annoy!
+Live, and beget a happy race of kings!
+Edward's unhappy sons do bid thee flourish.

Enter the Ghost of LADY ANNE

Ghost of LADY ANNE
-[To KING RICHARD III]
-Richard, thy wife, that wretched Anne thy wife,
-That never slept a quiet hour with thee,
-Now fills thy sleep with perturbations
-To-morrow in the battle think on me,
-And fall thy edgeless sword: despair, and die!
+[To KING RICHARD III]
+Richard, thy wife, that wretched Anne thy wife,
+That never slept a quiet hour with thee,
+Now fills thy sleep with perturbations
+To-morrow in the battle think on me,
+And fall thy edgeless sword: despair, and die!

To RICHMOND

-Thou quiet soul, sleep thou a quiet sleep
-Dream of success and happy victory!
-Thy adversary's wife doth pray for thee.
+Thou quiet soul, sleep thou a quiet sleep
+Dream of success and happy victory!
+Thy adversary's wife doth pray for thee.

Enter the Ghost of BUCKINGHAM

-Ghost
-of BUCKINGHAM +Ghost of BUCKINGHAM
-[To KING RICHARD III]
-The last was I that helped thee to the crown;
-The last was I that felt thy tyranny:
-O, in the battle think on Buckingham,
-And die in terror of thy guiltiness!
-Dream on, dream on, of bloody deeds and death:
-Fainting, despair; despairing, yield thy breath!
+[To KING RICHARD III]
+The last was I that helped thee to the crown;
+The last was I that felt thy tyranny:
+O, in the battle think on Buckingham,
+And die in terror of thy guiltiness!
+Dream on, dream on, of bloody deeds and death:
+Fainting, despair; despairing, yield thy breath!

To RICHMOND

-I died for hope ere I could lend thee aid:
-But cheer thy heart, and be thou not dismay'd:
-God and good angel fight on Richmond's side;
-And Richard falls in height of all his pride.
+I died for hope ere I could lend thee aid:
+But cheer thy heart, and be thou not dismay'd:
+God and good angel fight on Richmond's side;
+And Richard falls in height of all his pride.

The Ghosts vanish

KING RICHARD III starts out of his dream

KING RICHARD III
-Give me another horse: bind up my wounds.
-Have mercy, Jesu!--Soft! I did but dream.
-O coward conscience, how dost thou afflict me!
-The lights burn blue. It is now dead midnight.
-Cold fearful drops stand on my trembling flesh.
-What do I fear? myself? there's none else by:
-Richard loves Richard; that is, I am I.
-Is there a murderer here? No. Yes, I am:
-Then fly. What, from myself? Great reason why:
-Lest I revenge. What, myself upon myself?
-Alack. I love myself. Wherefore? for any good
-That I myself have done unto myself?
-O, no! alas, I rather hate myself
-For hateful deeds committed by myself!
-I am a villain: yet I lie. I am not.
-Fool, of thyself speak well: fool, do not flatter.
-My conscience hath a thousand several tongues,
-And every tongue brings in a several tale,
-And every tale condemns me for a villain.
-Perjury, perjury, in the high'st degree
-Murder, stem murder, in the direst degree;
-All several sins, all used in each degree,
-Throng to the bar, crying all, Guilty! guilty!
-I shall despair. There is no creature loves me;
-And if I die, no soul shall pity me:
-Nay, wherefore should they, since that I myself
-Find in myself no pity to myself?
-Methought the souls of all that I had murder'd
-Came to my tent; and every one did threat
-To-morrow's vengeance on the head of Richard.
+Give me another horse: bind up my wounds.
+Have mercy, Jesu!--Soft! I did but dream.
+O coward conscience, how dost thou afflict me!
+The lights burn blue. It is now dead midnight.
+Cold fearful drops stand on my trembling flesh.
+What do I fear? myself? there's none else by:
+Richard loves Richard; that is, I am I.
+Is there a murderer here? No. Yes, I am:
+Then fly. What, from myself? Great reason why:
+Lest I revenge. What, myself upon myself?
+Alack. I love myself. Wherefore? for any good
+That I myself have done unto myself?
+O, no! alas, I rather hate myself
+For hateful deeds committed by myself!
+I am a villain: yet I lie. I am not.
+Fool, of thyself speak well: fool, do not flatter.
+My conscience hath a thousand several tongues,
+And every tongue brings in a several tale,
+And every tale condemns me for a villain.
+Perjury, perjury, in the high'st degree
+Murder, stem murder, in the direst degree;
+All several sins, all used in each degree,
+Throng to the bar, crying all, Guilty! guilty!
+I shall despair. There is no creature loves me;
+And if I die, no soul shall pity me:
+Nay, wherefore should they, since that I myself
+Find in myself no pity to myself?
+Methought the souls of all that I had murder'd
+Came to my tent; and every one did threat
+To-morrow's vengeance on the head of Richard.

Enter RATCLIFF

RATCLIFF
-My lord!
+My lord!
KING RICHARD III
-'Zounds! who is there?
+'Zounds! who is there?
RATCLIFF
-Ratcliff, my lord; 'tis I. The early village-cock
-Hath twice done salutation to the morn;
-Your friends are up, and buckle on their armour.
+Ratcliff, my lord; 'tis I. The early village-cock
+Hath twice done salutation to the morn;
+Your friends are up, and buckle on their armour.
KING RICHARD III
-O Ratcliff, I have dream'd a fearful dream!
-What thinkest thou, will our friends prove all true?
+O Ratcliff, I have dream'd a fearful dream!
+What thinkest thou, will our friends prove all true?
RATCLIFF
-No doubt, my lord.
+No doubt, my lord.
KING RICHARD III
- O Ratcliff, I fear, I fear,--
+ O Ratcliff, I fear, I fear,--
RATCLIFF
-Nay, good my lord, be not afraid of shadows.
+Nay, good my lord, be not afraid of shadows.
KING RICHARD III
-By the apostle Paul, shadows to-night
-Have struck more terror to the soul of Richard
-Than can the substance of ten thousand soldiers
-Armed in proof, and led by shallow Richmond.
-It is not yet near day. Come, go with me;
-Under our tents I'll play the eaves-dropper,
-To see if any mean to shrink from me.
+By the apostle Paul, shadows to-night
+Have struck more terror to the soul of Richard
+Than can the substance of ten thousand soldiers
+Armed in proof, and led by shallow Richmond.
+It is not yet near day. Come, go with me;
+Under our tents I'll play the eaves-dropper,
+To see if any mean to shrink from me.

Exeunt

Enter the Lords to RICHMOND, sitting in his tent

LORDS
-Good morrow, Richmond!
+Good morrow, Richmond!
RICHMOND
-Cry mercy, lords and watchful gentlemen,
-That you have ta'en a tardy sluggard here.
+Cry mercy, lords and watchful gentlemen,
+That you have ta'en a tardy sluggard here.
LORDS
-How have you slept, my lord?
+How have you slept, my lord?
RICHMOND
-The sweetest sleep, and fairest-boding dreams
-That ever enter'd in a drowsy head,
-Have I since your departure had, my lords.
-Methought their souls, whose bodies Richard murder'd,
-Came to my tent, and cried on victory:
-I promise you, my soul is very jocund
-In the remembrance of so fair a dream.
-How far into the morning is it, lords?
+The sweetest sleep, and fairest-boding dreams
+That ever enter'd in a drowsy head,
+Have I since your departure had, my lords.
+Methought their souls, whose bodies Richard murder'd,
+Came to my tent, and cried on victory:
+I promise you, my soul is very jocund
+In the remembrance of so fair a dream.
+How far into the morning is it, lords?
LORDS
-Upon the stroke of four.
+Upon the stroke of four.
RICHMOND
-Why, then 'tis time to arm and give direction.
+Why, then 'tis time to arm and give direction.

His oration to his soldiers

-More than I have said, loving countrymen,
-The leisure and enforcement of the time
-Forbids to dwell upon: yet remember this,
-God and our good cause fight upon our side;
-The prayers of holy saints and wronged souls,
-Like high-rear'd bulwarks, stand before our faces;
-Richard except, those whom we fight against
-Had rather have us win than him they follow:
-For what is he they follow? truly, gentlemen,
-A bloody tyrant and a homicide;
-One raised in blood, and one in blood establish'd;
-One that made means to come by what he hath,
-And slaughter'd those that were the means to help him;
-Abase foul stone, made precious by the foil
-Of England's chair, where he is falsely set;
-One that hath ever been God's enemy:
-Then, if you fight against God's enemy,
-God will in justice ward you as his soldiers;
-If you do sweat to put a tyrant down,
-You sleep in peace, the tyrant being slain;
-If you do fight against your country's foes,
-Your country's fat shall pay your pains the hire;
-If you do fight in safeguard of your wives,
-Your wives shall welcome home the conquerors;
-If you do free your children from the sword,
-Your children's children quit it in your age.
-Then, in the name of God and all these rights,
-Advance your standards, draw your willing swords.
-For me, the ransom of my bold attempt
-Shall be this cold corpse on the earth's cold face;
-But if I thrive, the gain of my attempt
-The least of you shall share his part thereof.
-Sound drums and trumpets boldly and cheerfully;
-God and Saint George! Richmond and victory!
+More than I have said, loving countrymen,
+The leisure and enforcement of the time
+Forbids to dwell upon: yet remember this,
+God and our good cause fight upon our side;
+The prayers of holy saints and wronged souls,
+Like high-rear'd bulwarks, stand before our faces;
+Richard except, those whom we fight against
+Had rather have us win than him they follow:
+For what is he they follow? truly, gentlemen,
+A bloody tyrant and a homicide;
+One raised in blood, and one in blood establish'd;
+One that made means to come by what he hath,
+And slaughter'd those that were the means to help him;
+Abase foul stone, made precious by the foil
+Of England's chair, where he is falsely set;
+One that hath ever been God's enemy:
+Then, if you fight against God's enemy,
+God will in justice ward you as his soldiers;
+If you do sweat to put a tyrant down,
+You sleep in peace, the tyrant being slain;
+If you do fight against your country's foes,
+Your country's fat shall pay your pains the hire;
+If you do fight in safeguard of your wives,
+Your wives shall welcome home the conquerors;
+If you do free your children from the sword,
+Your children's children quit it in your age.
+Then, in the name of God and all these rights,
+Advance your standards, draw your willing swords.
+For me, the ransom of my bold attempt
+Shall be this cold corpse on the earth's cold face;
+But if I thrive, the gain of my attempt
+The least of you shall share his part thereof.
+Sound drums and trumpets boldly and cheerfully;
+God and Saint George! Richmond and victory!

Exeunt

Re-enter KING RICHARD, RATCLIFF, Attendants and Forces

KING RICHARD III
-What said Northumberland as touching Richmond?
+What said Northumberland as touching Richmond?
RATCLIFF
-That he was never trained up in arms.
+That he was never trained up in arms.
KING RICHARD III
-He said the truth: and what said Surrey then?
+He said the truth: and what said Surrey then?
RATCLIFF
-He smiled and said 'The better for our purpose.'
+He smiled and said 'The better for our purpose.'
KING RICHARD III
-He was in the right; and so indeed it is.
+He was in the right; and so indeed it is.

Clock striketh

-Ten the clock there. Give me a calendar.
-Who saw the sun to-day?
+Ten the clock there. Give me a calendar.
+Who saw the sun to-day?
RATCLIFF
-Not I, my lord.
+Not I, my lord.
KING RICHARD III
-Then he disdains to shine; for by the book
-He should have braved the east an hour ago
-A black day will it be to somebody. Ratcliff!
+Then he disdains to shine; for by the book
+He should have braved the east an hour ago
+A black day will it be to somebody. Ratcliff!
RATCLIFF
- My lord?
+ My lord?
KING RICHARD III
-The sun will not be seen to-day;
-The sky doth frown and lour upon our army.
-I would these dewy tears were from the ground.
-Not shine to-day! Why, what is that to me
-More than to Richmond? for the selfsame heaven
-That frowns on me looks sadly upon him.
+The sun will not be seen to-day;
+The sky doth frown and lour upon our army.
+I would these dewy tears were from the ground.
+Not shine to-day! Why, what is that to me
+More than to Richmond? for the selfsame heaven
+That frowns on me looks sadly upon him.

Enter NORFOLK

NORFOLK
-Arm, arm, my lord; the foe vaunts in the field.
+Arm, arm, my lord; the foe vaunts in the field.
KING RICHARD III
-Come, bustle, bustle; caparison my horse.
-Call up Lord Stanley, bid him bring his power:
-I will lead forth my soldiers to the plain,
-And thus my battle shall be ordered:
-My foreward shall be drawn out all in length,
-Consisting equally of horse and foot;
-Our archers shall be placed in the midst
-John Duke of Norfolk, Thomas Earl of Surrey,
-Shall have the leading of this foot and horse.
-They thus directed, we will follow
-In the main battle, whose puissance on either side
-Shall be well winged with our chiefest horse.
-This, and Saint George to boot! What think'st thou, Norfolk?
+Come, bustle, bustle; caparison my horse.
+Call up Lord Stanley, bid him bring his power:
+I will lead forth my soldiers to the plain,
+And thus my battle shall be ordered:
+My foreward shall be drawn out all in length,
+Consisting equally of horse and foot;
+Our archers shall be placed in the midst
+John Duke of Norfolk, Thomas Earl of Surrey,
+Shall have the leading of this foot and horse.
+They thus directed, we will follow
+In the main battle, whose puissance on either side
+Shall be well winged with our chiefest horse.
+This, and Saint George to boot! What think'st thou, Norfolk?
NORFOLK
-A good direction, warlike sovereign.
-This found I on my tent this morning.
+A good direction, warlike sovereign.
+This found I on my tent this morning.

He sheweth him a paper

KING RICHARD III
-[Reads]
-'Jockey of Norfolk, be not too bold,
-For Dickon thy master is bought and sold.'
-A thing devised by the enemy.
-Go, gentleman, every man unto his charge
-Let not our babbling dreams affright our souls:
-Conscience is but a word that cowards use,
-Devised at first to keep the strong in awe:
-Our strong arms be our conscience, swords our law.
-March on, join bravely, let us to't pell-mell
-If not to heaven, then hand in hand to hell.
+[Reads]
+'Jockey of Norfolk, be not too bold,
+For Dickon thy master is bought and sold.'
+A thing devised by the enemy.
+Go, gentleman, every man unto his charge
+Let not our babbling dreams affright our souls:
+Conscience is but a word that cowards use,
+Devised at first to keep the strong in awe:
+Our strong arms be our conscience, swords our law.
+March on, join bravely, let us to't pell-mell
+If not to heaven, then hand in hand to hell.

His oration to his Army

-What shall I say more than I have inferr'd?
-Remember whom you are to cope withal;
-A sort of vagabonds, rascals, and runaways,
-A scum of Bretons, and base lackey peasants,
-Whom their o'er-cloyed country vomits forth
-To desperate ventures and assured destruction.
-You sleeping safe, they bring to you unrest;
-You having lands, and blest with beauteous wives,
-They would restrain the one, distain the other.
-And who doth lead them but a paltry fellow,
-Long kept in Bretagne at our mother's cost?
-A milk-sop, one that never in his life
-Felt so much cold as over shoes in snow?
-Let's whip these stragglers o'er the seas again;
-Lash hence these overweening rags of France,
-These famish'd beggars, weary of their lives;
-Who, but for dreaming on this fond exploit,
-For want of means, poor rats, had hang'd themselves:
-If we be conquer'd, let men conquer us,
-And not these bastard Bretons; whom our fathers
-Have in their own land beaten, bobb'd, and thump'd,
-And in record, left them the heirs of shame.
-Shall these enjoy our lands? lie with our wives?
-Ravish our daughters?
+What shall I say more than I have inferr'd?
+Remember whom you are to cope withal;
+A sort of vagabonds, rascals, and runaways,
+A scum of Bretons, and base lackey peasants,
+Whom their o'er-cloyed country vomits forth
+To desperate ventures and assured destruction.
+You sleeping safe, they bring to you unrest;
+You having lands, and blest with beauteous wives,
+They would restrain the one, distain the other.
+And who doth lead them but a paltry fellow,
+Long kept in Bretagne at our mother's cost?
+A milk-sop, one that never in his life
+Felt so much cold as over shoes in snow?
+Let's whip these stragglers o'er the seas again;
+Lash hence these overweening rags of France,
+These famish'd beggars, weary of their lives;
+Who, but for dreaming on this fond exploit,
+For want of means, poor rats, had hang'd themselves:
+If we be conquer'd, let men conquer us,
+And not these bastard Bretons; whom our fathers
+Have in their own land beaten, bobb'd, and thump'd,
+And in record, left them the heirs of shame.
+Shall these enjoy our lands? lie with our wives?
+Ravish our daughters?

Drum afar off

-Hark! I hear their drum.
-Fight, gentlemen of England! fight, bold yoemen!
-Draw, archers, draw your arrows to the head!
-Spur your proud horses hard, and ride in blood;
-Amaze the welkin with your broken staves!
+Hark! I hear their drum.
+Fight, gentlemen of England! fight, bold yoemen!
+Draw, archers, draw your arrows to the head!
+Spur your proud horses hard, and ride in blood;
+Amaze the welkin with your broken staves!

Enter a Messenger

-What says Lord Stanley? will he bring his power?
+What says Lord Stanley? will he bring his power?
Messenger
-My lord, he doth deny to come.
+My lord, he doth deny to come.
KING RICHARD III
-Off with his son George's head!
+Off with his son George's head!
NORFOLK
-My lord, the enemy is past the marsh
-After the battle let George Stanley die.
+My lord, the enemy is past the marsh
+After the battle let George Stanley die.
KING RICHARD III
-A thousand hearts are great within my bosom:
-Advance our standards, set upon our foes
-Our ancient word of courage, fair Saint George,
-Inspire us with the spleen of fiery dragons!
-Upon them! victory sits on our helms.
+A thousand hearts are great within my bosom:
+Advance our standards, set upon our foes
+Our ancient word of courage, fair Saint George,
+Inspire us with the spleen of fiery dragons!
+Upon them! victory sits on our helms.

Exeunt

+
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SCENE III. Bosworth Field.

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SCENE III. The same. A street.

For it is after midnight; and ere day
We will awake him and be sure of him.

Exeunt

+ +
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SCENE IV. Another part of the same street, before the house of BRUTUS.

Say I am merry: come to me again,
And bring me word what he doth say to thee.

Exeunt severally

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SCENE III. A street.

to Brutus', to Cassius'; burn all: some to Decius'
house, and some to Casca's; some to Ligarius': away, go!

Exeunt

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SCENE III. Brutus's tent.

It shall be done, my lord.

Exeunt

+
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SCENE V. Another part of the field.

So call the field to rest; and let's away,
To part the glories of this happy day.

Exeunt

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The Life and Death of Julius Caesar
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SCENE V. Another part of the field.

So call the field to rest; and let's away,
To part the glories of this happy day.

Exeunt

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SCENE I. Rome. A street.

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SCENE II. A public place.

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SCENE III. The same. A street.

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SCENE I. Rome. BRUTUS's orchard.

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SCENE II. CAESAR's house.

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SCENE III. A street near the Capitol.

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SCENE IV. Another part of the same street, before the house of BRUTUS.

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SCENE I. Rome. Before the Capitol; the Senate sitting above.

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SCENE II. The Forum.

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SCENE III. A street.

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SCENE I. A house in Rome.

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SCENE II. Camp near Sardis. Before BRUTUS's tent.

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SCENE III. Brutus's tent.

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SCENE I. The plains of Philippi.

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SCENE II. The same. The field of battle.

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SCENE III. Another part of the field.

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SCENE IV. Another part of the field.

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SCENE V. Another part of the field.

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SCENE I. Verona. An open place.

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SCENE II. The same. Garden of JULIA's house.

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SCENE III. The same. ANTONIO's house.

Exeunt

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SCENE I. Milan. The DUKE's palace.

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SCENE II. Verona. JULIA'S house.

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SCENE III. The same. A street.

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SCENE IV. Milan. The DUKE's palace.

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SCENE V. The same. A street.

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SCENE VI. The same. The DUKE'S palace.

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SCENE VII. Verona. JULIA'S house.

Exeunt

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SCENE I. Milan. The DUKE's palace.

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SCENE II. The same. The DUKE's palace.

Exeunt

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SCENE I. The frontiers of Mantua. A forest.

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SCENE II. Milan. Outside the DUKE's palace, under SILVIA's chamber.

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SCENE III. The same.

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SCENE IV. The same.

Exit

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SCENE I. Milan. An abbey.

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SCENE II. The same. The DUKE's palace.

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SCENE III. The frontiers of Mantua. The forest.

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SCENE IV. Another part of the forest.

The story of your loves discovered:
That done, our day of marriage shall be yours;
One feast, one house, one mutual happiness.
+ +

Exeunt

+ + +
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+ - diff --git a/two_gentlemen/two_gentlemen.3.2.html b/two_gentlemen/two_gentlemen.3.2.html index 5c60b6a..e30715e 100644 --- a/two_gentlemen/two_gentlemen.3.2.html +++ b/two_gentlemen/two_gentlemen.3.2.html @@ -244,7 +244,10 @@

SCENE II. The same. The DUKE's palace.

DUKE
Even now about it! I will pardon you.
+
+

Exeunt

+
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SCENE II. The same. The DUKE's palace.

- diff --git a/two_gentlemen/two_gentlemen.4.4.html b/two_gentlemen/two_gentlemen.4.4.html index 7b1df1e..7ce70e2 100644 --- a/two_gentlemen/two_gentlemen.4.4.html +++ b/two_gentlemen/two_gentlemen.4.4.html @@ -426,7 +426,10 @@

SCENE IV. The same.

That used me so; or else, by Jove I vow,
I should have scratch'd out your unseeing eyes
To make my master out of love with thee!
+ +

Exit

+
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SCENE IV. The same.

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SCENE IV. Another part of the forest.

The story of your loves discovered:
That done, our day of marriage shall be yours;
One feast, one house, one mutual happiness.
+ +

Exeunt

+ +
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The Life and Death of King John
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You can buy the Arden text of this play from the Amazon.com online bookstore: King John: Second Series - Paperback (The Arden Shakespeare. Second Series) diff --git a/john/john.1.1.html b/john/john.1.1.html index ffc4331..d5ab31f 100644 --- a/john/john.1.1.html +++ b/john/john.1.1.html @@ -13,8 +13,8 @@
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SCENE I. KING JOHN'S palace.

Exeunt

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SCENE I. France. Before Angiers.

Exit

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SCENE I. The French King's pavilion.

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SCENE II. The same. Plains near Angiers.

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SCENE III. The same.

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SCENE IV. The same. KING PHILIP'S tent.

Exeunt

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SCENE I. A room in a castle.

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SCENE II. KING JOHN'S palace.

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SCENE III. Before the castle.

Exeunt

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SCENE I. KING JOHN'S palace.

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SCENE II. LEWIS's camp at St. Edmundsbury.

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SCENE III. The field of battle.

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SCENE IV. Another part of the field.

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SCENE V. The French camp.

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SCENE VI. An open place in the neighbourhood of Swinstead Abbey.

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SCENE VII. The orchard in Swinstead Abbey.

And we shall shock them. Nought shall make us rue,
If England to itself do rest but true.

Exeunt

+ + + +
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+ - diff --git a/john/john.1.1.html b/john/john.1.1.html index d5ab31f..fcf9070 100644 --- a/john/john.1.1.html +++ b/john/john.1.1.html @@ -548,6 +548,8 @@

SCENE I. KING JOHN'S palace.

And they shall say, when Richard me begot,
If thou hadst said him nay, it had been sin:
Who says it was, he lies; I say 'twas not.
+ +

Exeunt

diff --git a/john/john.2.1.html b/john/john.2.1.html index 6128b4c..ff93c6f 100644 --- a/john/john.2.1.html +++ b/john/john.2.1.html @@ -1101,7 +1101,10 @@

SCENE I. France. Before Angiers.

To say there is no vice but beggary.
Since kings break faith upon commodity,
Gain, be my lord, for I will worship thee.
+ +

Exit

+
Shakespeare homepage @@ -1115,4 +1118,3 @@

SCENE I. France. Before Angiers.

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SCENE IV. The same. KING PHILIP'S tent.

Strong reasons make strong actions: let us go:
If you say ay, the king will not say no.

Exeunt

+ +
Shakespeare homepage diff --git a/john/john.4.3.html b/john/john.4.3.html index 582bd5c..2d93461 100644 --- a/john/john.4.3.html +++ b/john/john.4.3.html @@ -406,6 +406,8 @@

SCENE III. Before the castle.

A thousand businesses are brief in hand,
And heaven itself doth frown upon the land.

Exeunt

+ +
Shakespeare homepage @@ -419,4 +421,3 @@

SCENE III. Before the castle.

- diff --git a/john/john.5.7.html b/john/john.5.7.html index dfa3458..1b621c5 100644 --- a/john/john.5.7.html +++ b/john/john.5.7.html @@ -257,4 +257,17 @@

SCENE VII. The orchard in Swinstead Abbey.

And we shall shock them. Nought shall make us rue,
If England to itself do rest but true.

Exeunt

+ + + +
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The Life and Death of Richard the Second
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The Life and Death of Richard the Second
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SCENE I. London. KING RICHARD II's palace.

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SCENE II. The DUKE OF LANCASTER'S palace.

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SCENE III. The lists at Coventry.

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SCENE IV. The court.

Amen.

Exeunt

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SCENE I. Ely House.

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SCENE II. The palace.

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SCENE III. Wilds in Gloucestershire.

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SCENE IV. A camp in Wales.

Exit

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SCENE I. Bristol. Before the castle.

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SCENE II. The coast of Wales. A castle in view.

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SCENE III. Wales. Before Flint castle.

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SCENE IV. LANGLEY. The DUKE OF YORK's garden.

Exeunt

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SCENE I. Westminster Hall.

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SCENE I. London. A street leading to the Tower.

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SCENE II. The DUKE OF YORK's palace.

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SCENE III. A royal palace.

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SCENE IV. The same.

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SCENE V. Pomfret castle.

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SCENE VI. Windsor castle.

March sadly after; grace my mournings here;
In weeping after this untimely bier.

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SCENE IV. A camp in Wales.

Thy friends are fled to wait upon thy foes,
And crossly to thy good all fortune goes.

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SCENE IV. LANGLEY. The DUKE OF YORK's garden.

Rue, even for ruth, here shortly shall be seen,
In the remembrance of a weeping queen.

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SCENE I. Westminster Hall.

Come home with me to supper; and I'll lay
A plot shall show us all a merry day.

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SCENE VI. Windsor castle.

March sadly after; grace my mournings here;
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+ + + From df07c364383ddcd5b872544dec69e21b795b6879 Mon Sep 17 00:00:00 2001 From: Douglas Smith Date: Thu, 7 May 2020 10:10:14 -0700 Subject: [PATCH 106/108] Moving secnod copy to the old work. --- Poetry/venusandadonis | 1423 ----------------------------------------- 1 file changed, 1423 deletions(-) delete mode 100644 Poetry/venusandadonis diff --git a/Poetry/venusandadonis b/Poetry/venusandadonis deleted file mode 100644 index 095680d..0000000 --- a/Poetry/venusandadonis +++ /dev/null @@ -1,1423 +0,0 @@ - VENUS AND ADONIS - - - -'Vilia miretur vulgus; mihi flavus Apollo -Pocula Castalia plena ministret aqua.' - -TO THE -RIGHT HONORABLE HENRY WRIOTHESLY, -EARL OF SOUTHAMPTON, AND BARON OF TICHFIELD. -RIGHT HONORABLE, - -I KNOW not how I shall offend in dedicating my -unpolished lines to your lordship, nor how the world will -censure me for choosing so strong a prop to support so weak a -burden only, if your honour seem but pleased, I account -myself highly praised, and vow to take advantage of all idle -hours, till I have honoured you with some graver labour. But if -the first heir of my invention prove deformed, I shall be -sorry it had so noble a god-father, and never after ear so -barren a land, for fear it yield me still so bad a harvest. -I leave it to your honourable survey, and your honour to your -heart's content; which I wish may always answer your own wish -and the world's hopeful expectation. - -Your honour's in all duty, -WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE. - - - -EVEN as the sun with purple-colour'd face -Had ta'en his last leave of the weeping morn, -Rose-cheek'd Adonis hied him to the chase; -Hunting he loved, but love he laugh'd to scorn; -Sick-thoughted Venus makes amain unto him, -And like a bold-faced suitor 'gins to woo him. - -'Thrice-fairer than myself,' thus she began, -'The field's chief flower, sweet above compare, -Stain to all nymphs, more lovely than a man, -More white and red than doves or roses are; -Nature that made thee, with herself at strife, -Saith that the world hath ending with thy life. - -'Vouchsafe, thou wonder, to alight thy steed, -And rein his proud head to the saddle-bow; -If thou wilt deign this favour, for thy meed -A thousand honey secrets shalt thou know: -Here come and sit, where never serpent hisses, -And being set, I'll smother thee with kisses; - -'And yet not cloy thy lips with loathed satiety, -But rather famish them amid their plenty, -Making them red and pale with fresh variety, -Ten kisses short as one, one long as twenty: -A summer's day will seem an hour but short, -Being wasted in such time-beguiling sport.' - -With this she seizeth on his sweating palm, -The precedent of pith and livelihood, -And trembling in her passion, calls it balm, -Earth's sovereign salve to do a goddess good: -Being so enraged, desire doth lend her force -Courageously to pluck him from his horse. - -Over one arm the lusty courser's rein, -Under her other was the tender boy, -Who blush'd and pouted in a dull disdain, -With leaden appetite, unapt to toy; -She red and hot as coals of glowing fire, -He red for shame, but frosty in desire. - -The studded bridle on a ragged bough -Nimbly she fastens:--O, how quick is love!-- -The steed is stalled up, and even now -To tie the rider she begins to prove: -Backward she push'd him, as she would be thrust, -And govern'd him in strength, though not in lust. - -So soon was she along as he was down, -Each leaning on their elbows and their hips: -Now doth she stroke his cheek, now doth he frown, -And 'gins to chide, but soon she stops his lips; -And kissing speaks, with lustful language broken, -'If thou wilt chide, thy lips shall never open.' - -He burns with bashful shame: she with her tears -Doth quench the maiden burning of his cheeks; -Then with her windy sighs and golden hairs -To fan and blow them dry again she seeks: -He saith she is immodest, blames her 'miss; -What follows more she murders with a kiss. - -Even as an empty eagle, sharp by fast, -Tires with her beak on feathers, flesh and bone, -Shaking her wings, devouring all in haste, -Till either gorge be stuff'd or prey be gone; -Even so she kissed his brow, his cheek, his chin, -And where she ends she doth anew begin. - -Forced to content, but never to obey, -Panting he lies and breatheth in her face; -She feedeth on the steam as on a prey, -And calls it heavenly moisture, air of grace; -Wishing her cheeks were gardens full of flowers, -So they were dew'd with such distilling showers. - -Look, how a bird lies tangled in a net, -So fasten'd in her arms Adonis lies; -Pure shame and awed resistance made him fret, -Which bred more beauty in his angry eyes: -Rain added to a river that is rank -Perforce will force it overflow the bank. - -Still she entreats, and prettily entreats, -For to a pretty ear she tunes her tale; -Still is he sullen, still he lours and frets, -'Twixt crimson shame and anger ashy-pale: -Being red, she loves him best; and being white, -Her best is better'd with a more delight. - -Look how he can, she cannot choose but love; -And by her fair immortal hand she swears, -From his soft bosom never to remove, -Till he take truce with her contending tears, -Which long have rain'd, making her cheeks all wet; -And one sweet kiss shall pay this countless debt. - -Upon this promise did he raise his chin, -Like a dive-dapper peering through a wave, -Who, being look'd on, ducks as quickly in; -So offers he to give what she did crave; -But when her lips were ready for his pay, -He winks, and turns his lips another way. - -Never did passenger in summer's heat -More thirst for drink than she for this good turn. -Her help she sees, but help she cannot get; -She bathes in water, yet her fire must burn: -'O, pity,' 'gan she cry, 'flint-hearted boy! -'Tis but a kiss I beg; why art thou coy? - -'I have been woo'd, as I entreat thee now, -Even by the stern and direful god of war, -Whose sinewy neck in battle ne'er did bow, -Who conquers where he comes in every jar; -Yet hath he been my captive and my slave, -And begg'd for that which thou unask'd shalt have. - -'Over my altars hath he hung his lance, -His batter'd shield, his uncontrolled crest, -And for my sake hath learn'd to sport and dance, -To toy, to wanton, dally, smile and jest, -Scorning his churlish drum and ensign red, -Making my arms his field, his tent my bed. - -'Thus he that overruled I oversway'd, -Leading him prisoner in a red-rose chain: -Strong-tempered steel his stronger strength obey'd, -Yet was he servile to my coy disdain. -O, be not proud, nor brag not of thy might, -For mastering her that foil'd the god of fight! - -'Touch but my lips with those fair lips of thine,-- -Though mine be not so fair, yet are they red-- -The kiss shall be thine own as well as mine. -What seest thou in the ground? hold up thy head: -Look in mine eye-balls, there thy beauty lies; -Then why not lips on lips, since eyes in eyes? -'Art thou ashamed to kiss? then wink again, -And I will wink; so shall the day seem night; -Love keeps his revels where they are but twain; -Be bold to play, our sport is not in sight: -These blue-vein'd violets whereon we lean -Never can blab, nor know not what we mean. - -'The tender spring upon thy tempting lip -Shows thee unripe; yet mayst thou well be tasted: -Make use of time, let not advantage slip; -Beauty within itself should not be wasted: -Fair flowers that are not gather'd in their prime -Rot and consume themselves in little time. - -'Were I hard-favour'd, foul, or wrinkled-old, -Ill-nurtured, crooked, churlish, harsh in voice, -O'erworn, despised, rheumatic and cold, -Thick-sighted, barren, lean and lacking juice, -Then mightst thou pause, for then I were not for thee -But having no defects, why dost abhor me? - -'Thou canst not see one wrinkle in my brow; -Mine eyes are gray and bright and quick in turning: -My beauty as the spring doth yearly grow, -My flesh is soft and plump, my marrow burning; -My smooth moist hand, were it with thy hand felt, -Would in thy palm dissolve, or seem to melt. - -'Bid me discourse, I will enchant thine ear, -Or, like a fairy, trip upon the green, -Or, like a nymph, with long dishevell'd hair, -Dance on the sands, and yet no footing seen: -Love is a spirit all compact of fire, -Not gross to sink, but light, and will aspire. - -'Witness this primrose bank whereon I lie; -These forceless flowers like sturdy trees support me; -Two strengthless doves will draw me through the sky, -From morn till night, even where I list to sport me: -Is love so light, sweet boy, and may it be -That thou shouldst think it heavy unto thee? - -'Is thine own heart to thine own face affected? -Can thy right hand seize love upon thy left? -Then woo thyself, be of thyself rejected, -Steal thine own freedom and complain on theft. -Narcissus so himself himself forsook, -And died to kiss his shadow in the brook. - -'Torches are made to light, jewels to wear, -Dainties to taste, fresh beauty for the use, -Herbs for their smell, and sappy plants to bear: -Things growing to themselves are growth's abuse: -Seeds spring from seeds and beauty breedeth beauty; -Thou wast begot; to get it is thy duty. - -'Upon the earth's increase why shouldst thou feed, -Unless the earth with thy increase be fed? -By law of nature thou art bound to breed, -That thine may live when thou thyself art dead; -And so, in spite of death, thou dost survive, -In that thy likeness still is left alive.' - -By this the love-sick queen began to sweat, -For where they lay the shadow had forsook them, -And Titan, tired in the mid-day heat, -With burning eye did hotly overlook them; -Wishing Adonis had his team to guide, -So he were like him and by Venus' side. - -And now Adonis, with a lazy spright, -And with a heavy, dark, disliking eye, -His louring brows o'erwhelming his fair sight, -Like misty vapours when they blot the sky, -Souring his cheeks cries 'Fie, no more of love! -The sun doth burn my face: I must remove.' - -'Ay me,' quoth Venus, 'young, and so unkind? -What bare excuses makest thou to be gone! -I'll sigh celestial breath, whose gentle wind -Shall cool the heat of this descending sun: -I'll make a shadow for thee of my hairs; -If they burn too, I'll quench them with my tears. - -'The sun that shines from heaven shines but warm, -And, lo, I lie between that sun and thee: -The heat I have from thence doth little harm, -Thine eye darts forth the fire that burneth me; -And were I not immortal, life were done -Between this heavenly and earthly sun. - -'Art thou obdurate, flinty, hard as steel, -Nay, more than flint, for stone at rain relenteth? -Art thou a woman's son, and canst not feel -What 'tis to love? how want of love tormenteth? -O, had thy mother borne so hard a mind, -She had not brought forth thee, but died unkind. - -'What am I, that thou shouldst contemn me this? -Or what great danger dwells upon my suit? -What were thy lips the worse for one poor kiss? -Speak, fair; but speak fair words, or else be mute: -Give me one kiss, I'll give it thee again, -And one for interest, if thou wilt have twain. - -'Fie, lifeless picture, cold and senseless stone, -Well-painted idol, image dun and dead, -Statue contenting but the eye alone, -Thing like a man, but of no woman bred! -Thou art no man, though of a man's complexion, -For men will kiss even by their own direction.' - -This said, impatience chokes her pleading tongue, -And swelling passion doth provoke a pause; -Red cheeks and fiery eyes blaze forth he wrong; -Being judge in love, she cannot right her cause: -And now she weeps, and now she fain would speak, -And now her sobs do her intendments break. - -Sometimes she shakes her head and then his hand, -Now gazeth she on him, now on the ground; -Sometimes her arms infold him like a band: -She would, he will not in her arms be bound; -And when from thence he struggles to be gone, -She locks her lily fingers one in one. - -'Fondling,' she saith, 'since I have hemm'd thee here -Within the circuit of this ivory pale, -I'll be a park, and thou shalt be my deer; -Feed where thou wilt, on mountain or in dale: -Graze on my lips; and if those hills be dry, -Stray lower, where the pleasant fountains lie. - -Within this limit is relief enough, -Sweet bottom-grass and high delightful plain, -Round rising hillocks, brakes obscure and rough, -To shelter thee from tempest and from rain -Then be my deer, since I am such a park; -No dog shall rouse thee, though a thousand bark.' - -At this Adonis smiles as in disdain, -That in each cheek appears a pretty dimple: -Love made those hollows, if himself were slain, -He might be buried in a tomb so simple; -Foreknowing well, if there he came to lie, -Why, there Love lived and there he could not die. - -These lovely caves, these round enchanting pits, -Open'd their mouths to swallow Venus' liking. -Being mad before, how doth she now for wits? -Struck dead at first, what needs a second striking? -Poor queen of love, in thine own law forlorn, -To love a cheek that smiles at thee in scorn! - -Now which way shall she turn? what shall she say? -Her words are done, her woes are more increasing; -The time is spent, her object will away, -And from her twining arms doth urge releasing. -'Pity,' she cries, 'some favour, some remorse!' -Away he springs and hasteth to his horse. - -But, lo, from forth a copse that neighbors by, -A breeding jennet, lusty, young and proud, -Adonis' trampling courser doth espy, -And forth she rushes, snorts and neighs aloud: -The strong-neck'd steed, being tied unto a tree, -Breaketh his rein, and to her straight goes he. - -Imperiously he leaps, he neighs, he bounds, -And now his woven girths he breaks asunder; -The bearing earth with his hard hoof he wounds, -Whose hollow womb resounds like heaven's thunder; -The iron bit he crusheth 'tween his teeth, -Controlling what he was controlled with. - -His ears up-prick'd; his braided hanging mane -Upon his compass'd crest now stand on end; -His nostrils drink the air, and forth again, -As from a furnace, vapours doth he send: -His eye, which scornfully glisters like fire, -Shows his hot courage and his high desire. - -Sometime he trots, as if he told the steps, -With gentle majesty and modest pride; -Anon he rears upright, curvets and leaps, -As who should say 'Lo, thus my strength is tried, -And this I do to captivate the eye -Of the fair breeder that is standing by.' - -What recketh he his rider's angry stir, -His flattering 'Holla,' or his 'Stand, I say'? -What cares he now for curb or pricking spur? -For rich caparisons or trapping gay? -He sees his love, and nothing else he sees, -For nothing else with his proud sight agrees. - -Look, when a painter would surpass the life, -In limning out a well-proportion'd steed, -His art with nature's workmanship at strife, -As if the dead the living should exceed; -So did this horse excel a common one -In shape, in courage, colour, pace and bone. - -Round-hoof'd, short-jointed, fetlocks shag and long, -Broad breast, full eye, small head and nostril wide, -High crest, short ears, straight legs and passing strong, -Thin mane, thick tail, broad buttock, tender hide: -Look, what a horse should have he did not lack, -Save a proud rider on so proud a back. - -Sometime he scuds far off and there he stares; -Anon he starts at stirring of a feather; -To bid the wind a base he now prepares, -And whether he run or fly they know not whether; -For through his mane and tail the high wind sings, -Fanning the hairs, who wave like feather'd wings. - -He looks upon his love and neighs unto her; -She answers him as if she knew his mind: -Being proud, as females are, to see him woo her, -She puts on outward strangeness, seems unkind, -Spurns at his love and scorns the heat he feels, -Beating his kind embracements with her heels. - -Then, like a melancholy malcontent, -He veils his tail that, like a falling plume, -Cool shadow to his melting buttock lent: -He stamps and bites the poor flies in his fume. -His love, perceiving how he is enraged, -Grew kinder, and his fury was assuaged. - -His testy master goeth about to take him; -When, lo, the unback'd breeder, full of fear, -Jealous of catching, swiftly doth forsake him, -With her the horse, and left Adonis there: -As they were mad, unto the wood they hie them, -Out-stripping crows that strive to over-fly them. - -All swoln with chafing, down Adonis sits, -Banning his boisterous and unruly beast: -And now the happy season once more fits, -That love-sick Love by pleading may be blest; -For lovers say, the heart hath treble wrong -When it is barr'd the aidance of the tongue. - -An oven that is stopp'd, or river stay'd, -Burneth more hotly, swelleth with more rage: -So of concealed sorrow may be said; -Free vent of words love's fire doth assuage; -But when the heart's attorney once is mute, -The client breaks, as desperate in his suit. - -He sees her coming, and begins to glow, -Even as a dying coal revives with wind, -And with his bonnet hides his angry brow; -Looks on the dull earth with disturbed mind, -Taking no notice that she is so nigh, -For all askance he holds her in his eye. - -O, what a sight it was, wistly to view -How she came stealing to the wayward boy! -To note the fighting conflict of her hue, -How white and red each other did destroy! -But now her cheek was pale, and by and by -It flash'd forth fire, as lightning from the sky. - -Now was she just before him as he sat, -And like a lowly lover down she kneels; -With one fair hand she heaveth up his hat, -Her other tender hand his fair cheek feels: -His tenderer cheek receives her soft hand's print, -As apt as new-fall'n snow takes any dint. - -O, what a war of looks was then between them! -Her eyes petitioners to his eyes suing; -His eyes saw her eyes as they had not seen them; -Her eyes woo'd still, his eyes disdain'd the wooing: -And all this dumb play had his acts made plain -With tears, which, chorus-like, her eyes did rain. - -Full gently now she takes him by the hand, -A lily prison'd in a gaol of snow, -Or ivory in an alabaster band; -So white a friend engirts so white a foe: -This beauteous combat, wilful and unwilling, -Show'd like two silver doves that sit a-billing. - -Once more the engine of her thoughts began: -'O fairest mover on this mortal round, -Would thou wert as I am, and I a man, -My heart all whole as thine, thy heart my wound; -For one sweet look thy help I would assure thee, -Though nothing but my body's bane would cure thee! - -'Give me my hand,' saith he, 'why dost thou feel it?' -'Give me my heart,' saith she, 'and thou shalt have it: -O, give it me, lest thy hard heart do steel it, -And being steel'd, soft sighs can never grave it: -Then love's deep groans I never shall regard, -Because Adonis' heart hath made mine hard.' - -'For shame,' he cries, 'let go, and let me go; -My day's delight is past, my horse is gone, -And 'tis your fault I am bereft him so: -I pray you hence, and leave me here alone; -For all my mind, my thought, my busy care, -Is how to get my palfrey from the mare.' - -Thus she replies: 'Thy palfrey, as he should, -Welcomes the warm approach of sweet desire: -Affection is a coal that must be cool'd; -Else, suffer'd, it will set the heart on fire: -The sea hath bounds, but deep desire hath none; -Therefore no marvel though thy horse be gone. - -'How like a jade he stood, tied to the tree, -Servilely master'd with a leathern rein! -But when he saw his love, his youth's fair fee, -He held such petty bondage in disdain; -Throwing the base thong from his bending crest, -Enfranchising his mouth, his back, his breast. - -'Who sees his true-love in her naked bed, -Teaching the sheets a whiter hue than white, -But, when his glutton eye so full hath fed, -His other agents aim at like delight? -Who is so faint, that dare not be so bold -To touch the fire, the weather being cold? - -'Let me excuse thy courser, gentle boy; -And learn of him, I heartily beseech thee, -To take advantage on presented joy; -Though I were dumb, yet his proceedings teach thee; -O, learn to love; the lesson is but plain, -And once made perfect, never lost again.' - -I know not love,' quoth he, 'nor will not know it, -Unless it be a boar, and then I chase it; -'Tis much to borrow, and I will not owe it; -My love to love is love but to disgrace it; -For I have heard it is a life in death, -That laughs and weeps, and all but with a breath. - -'Who wears a garment shapeless and unfinish'd? -Who plucks the bud before one leaf put forth? -If springing things be any jot diminish'd, -They wither in their prime, prove nothing worth: -The colt that's back'd and burden'd being young -Loseth his pride and never waxeth strong. - -'You hurt my hand with wringing; let us part, -And leave this idle theme, this bootless chat: -Remove your siege from my unyielding heart; -To love's alarms it will not ope the gate: -Dismiss your vows, your feigned tears, your flattery; -For where a heart is hard they make no battery.' - -'What! canst thou talk?' quoth she, 'hast thou a tongue? -O, would thou hadst not, or I had no hearing! -Thy mermaid's voice hath done me double wrong; -I had my load before, now press'd with bearing: -Melodious discord, heavenly tune harshsounding, -Ear's deep-sweet music, and heart's deep-sore wounding. - -'Had I no eyes but ears, my ears would love -That inward beauty and invisible; -Or were I deaf, thy outward parts would move -Each part in me that were but sensible: -Though neither eyes nor ears, to hear nor see, -Yet should I be in love by touching thee. - -'Say, that the sense of feeling were bereft me, -And that I could not see, nor hear, nor touch, -And nothing but the very smell were left me, -Yet would my love to thee be still as much; -For from the stillitory of thy face excelling -Comes breath perfumed that breedeth love by -smelling. - -'But, O, what banquet wert thou to the taste, -Being nurse and feeder of the other four! -Would they not wish the feast might ever last, -And bid Suspicion double-lock the door, -Lest Jealousy, that sour unwelcome guest, -Should, by his stealing in, disturb the feast?' - -Once more the ruby-colour'd portal open'd, -Which to his speech did honey passage yield; -Like a red morn, that ever yet betoken'd -Wreck to the seaman, tempest to the field, -Sorrow to shepherds, woe unto the birds, -Gusts and foul flaws to herdmen and to herds. - -This ill presage advisedly she marketh: -Even as the wind is hush'd before it raineth, -Or as the wolf doth grin before he barketh, -Or as the berry breaks before it staineth, -Or like the deadly bullet of a gun, -His meaning struck her ere his words begun. - -And at his look she flatly falleth down, -For looks kill love and love by looks reviveth; -A smile recures the wounding of a frown; -But blessed bankrupt, that by love so thriveth! -The silly boy, believing she is dead, -Claps her pale cheek, till clapping makes it red; - -And all amazed brake off his late intent, -For sharply he did think to reprehend her, -Which cunning love did wittily prevent: -Fair fall the wit that can so well defend her! -For on the grass she lies as she were slain, -Till his breath breatheth life in her again. - -He wrings her nose, he strikes her on the cheeks, -He bends her fingers, holds her pulses hard, -He chafes her lips; a thousand ways he seeks -To mend the hurt that his unkindness marr'd: -He kisses her; and she, by her good will, -Will never rise, so he will kiss her still. - -The night of sorrow now is turn'd to day: -Her two blue windows faintly she up-heaveth, -Like the fair sun, when in his fresh array -He cheers the morn and all the earth relieveth; -And as the bright sun glorifies the sky, -So is her face illumined with her eye; - -Whose beams upon his hairless face are fix'd, -As if from thence they borrow'd all their shine. -Were never four such lamps together mix'd, -Had not his clouded with his brow's repine; -But hers, which through the crystal tears gave light, -Shone like the moon in water seen by night. - -'O, where am I?' quoth she, 'in earth or heaven, -Or in the ocean drench'd, or in the fire? -What hour is this? or morn or weary even? -Do I delight to die, or life desire? -But now I lived, and life was death's annoy; -But now I died, and death was lively joy. - -'O, thou didst kill me: kill me once again: -Thy eyes' shrewd tutor, that hard heart of thine, -Hath taught them scornful tricks and such disdain -That they have murder'd this poor heart of mine; -And these mine eyes, true leaders to their queen, -But for thy piteous lips no more had seen. - -'Long may they kiss each other, for this cure! -O, never let their crimson liveries wear! -And as they last, their verdure still endure, -To drive infection from the dangerous year! -That the star-gazers, having writ on death, -May say, the plague is banish'd by thy breath. - -'Pure lips, sweet seals in my soft lips imprinted, -What bargains may I make, still to be sealing? -To sell myself I can be well contented, -So thou wilt buy and pay and use good dealing; -Which purchase if thou make, for fear of slips -Set thy seal-manual on my wax-red lips. - -'A thousand kisses buys my heart from me; -And pay them at thy leisure, one by one. -What is ten hundred touches unto thee? -Are they not quickly told and quickly gone? -Say, for non-payment that the debt should double, -Is twenty hundred kisses such a trouble? - -'Fair queen,' quoth he, 'if any love you owe me, -Measure my strangeness with my unripe years: -Before I know myself, seek not to know me; -No fisher but the ungrown fry forbears: -The mellow plum doth fall, the green sticks fast, -Or being early pluck'd is sour to taste. - -'Look, the world's comforter, with weary gait, -His day's hot task hath ended in the west; -The owl, night's herald, shrieks, ''Tis very late;' -The sheep are gone to fold, birds to their nest, -And coal-black clouds that shadow heaven's light -Do summon us to part and bid good night. - -'Now let me say 'Good night,' and so say you; -If you will say so, you shall have a kiss.' -'Good night,' quoth she, and, ere he says 'Adieu,' -The honey fee of parting tender'd is: -Her arms do lend his neck a sweet embrace; -Incorporate then they seem; face grows to face. - -Till, breathless, he disjoin'd, and backward drew -The heavenly moisture, that sweet coral mouth, -Whose precious taste her thirsty lips well knew, -Whereon they surfeit, yet complain on drouth: -He with her plenty press'd, she faint with dearth -Their lips together glued, fall to the earth. - -Now quick desire hath caught the yielding prey, -And glutton-like she feeds, yet never filleth; -Her lips are conquerors, his lips obey, -Paying what ransom the insulter willeth; -Whose vulture thought doth pitch the price so high, -That she will draw his lips' rich treasure dry: - -And having felt the sweetness of the spoil, -With blindfold fury she begins to forage; -Her face doth reek and smoke, her blood doth boil, -And careless lust stirs up a desperate courage, -Planting oblivion, beating reason back, -Forgetting shame's pure blush and honour's wrack. - -Hot, faint, and weary, with her hard embracing, -Like a wild bird being tamed with too much handling, -Or as the fleet-foot roe that's tired with chasing, -Or like the froward infant still'd with dandling, -He now obeys, and now no more resisteth, -While she takes all she can, not all she listeth. - -What wax so frozen but dissolves with tempering, -And yields at last to every light impression? -Things out of hope are compass'd oft with venturing, -Chiefly in love, whose leave exceeds commission: -Affection faints not like a pale-faced coward, -But then woos best when most his choice is froward. - -When he did frown, O, had she then gave over, -Such nectar from his lips she had not suck'd. -Foul words and frowns must not repel a lover; -What though the rose have prickles, yet 'tis pluck'd: -Were beauty under twenty locks kept fast, -Yet love breaks through and picks them all at last. - -For pity now she can no more detain him; -The poor fool prays her that he may depart: -She is resolved no longer to restrain him; -Bids him farewell, and look well to her heart, -The which, by Cupid's bow she doth protest, -He carries thence incaged in his breast. - -'Sweet boy,' she says, 'this night I'll waste in sorrow, -For my sick heart commands mine eyes to watch. -Tell me, Love's master, shall we meet to-morrow? -Say, shall we? shall we? wilt thou make the match?' -He tells her, no; to-morrow he intends -To hunt the boar with certain of his friends. - -'The boar!' quoth she; whereat a sudden pale, -Like lawn being spread upon the blushing rose, -Usurps her cheek; she trembles at his tale, -And on his neck her yoking arms she throws: -She sinketh down, still hanging by his neck, -He on her belly falls, she on her back. - -Now is she in the very lists of love, -Her champion mounted for the hot encounter: -All is imaginary she doth prove, -He will not manage her, although he mount her; -That worse than Tantalus' is her annoy, -To clip Elysium and to lack her joy. - -Even as poor birds, deceived with painted grapes, -Do surfeit by the eye and pine the maw, -Even so she languisheth in her mishaps, -As those poor birds that helpless berries saw. -The warm effects which she in him finds missing -She seeks to kindle with continual kissing. - -But all in vain; good queen, it will not be: -She hath assay'd as much as may be proved; -Her pleading hath deserved a greater fee; -She's Love, she loves, and yet she is not loved. -'Fie, fie,' he says, 'you crush me; let me go; -You have no reason to withhold me so.' - -'Thou hadst been gone,' quoth she, 'sweet boy, ere this, -But that thou told'st me thou wouldst hunt the boar. -O, be advised! thou know'st not what it is -With javelin's point a churlish swine to gore, -Whose tushes never sheathed he whetteth still, -Like to a mortal butcher bent to kill. - -'On his bow-back he hath a battle set -Of bristly pikes, that ever threat his foes; -His eyes, like glow-worms, shine when he doth fret; -His snout digs sepulchres where'er he goes; -Being moved, he strikes whate'er is in his way, -And whom he strikes his cruel tushes slay. - -'His brawny sides, with hairy bristles arm'd, -Are better proof than thy spear's point can enter; -His short thick neck cannot be easily harm'd; -Being ireful, on the lion he will venture: -The thorny brambles and embracing bushes, -As fearful of him, part, through whom he rushes. - -'Alas, he nought esteems that face of thine, -To which Love's eyes pay tributary gazes; -Nor thy soft hands, sweet lips and crystal eyne, -Whose full perfection all the world amazes; -But having thee at vantage,--wondrous dread!-- -Would root these beauties as he roots the mead. - -'O, let him keep his loathsome cabin still; -Beauty hath nought to do with such foul fiends: -Come not within his danger by thy will; -They that thrive well take counsel of their friends. -When thou didst name the boar, not to dissemble, -I fear'd thy fortune, and my joints did tremble. - -'Didst thou not mark my face? was it not white? -Saw'st thou not signs of fear lurk in mine eye? -Grew I not faint? and fell I not downright? -Within my bosom, whereon thou dost lie, -My boding heart pants, beats, and takes no rest, -But, like an earthquake, shakes thee on my breast. - -'For where Love reigns, disturbing Jealousy -Doth call himself Affection's sentinel; -Gives false alarms, suggesteth mutiny, -And in a peaceful hour doth cry 'Kill, kill!' -Distempering gentle Love in his desire, -As air and water do abate the fire. - -'This sour informer, this bate-breeding spy, -This canker that eats up Love's tender spring, -This carry-tale, dissentious Jealousy, -That sometime true news, sometime false doth bring, -Knocks at my heat and whispers in mine ear -That if I love thee, I thy death should fear: - -'And more than so, presenteth to mine eye -The picture of an angry-chafing boar, -Under whose sharp fangs on his back doth lie -An image like thyself, all stain'd with gore; -Whose blood upon the fresh flowers being shed -Doth make them droop with grief and hang the head. - -'What should I do, seeing thee so indeed, -That tremble at the imagination? -The thought of it doth make my faint heart bleed, -And fear doth teach it divination: -I prophesy thy death, my living sorrow, -If thou encounter with the boar to-morrow. - -'But if thou needs wilt hunt, be ruled by me; -Uncouple at the timorous flying hare, -Or at the fox which lives by subtlety, -Or at the roe which no encounter dare: -Pursue these fearful creatures o'er the downs, -And on thy well-breath'd horse keep with thy -hounds. - -'And when thou hast on foot the purblind hare, -Mark the poor wretch, to overshoot his troubles -How he outruns the wind and with what care -He cranks and crosses with a thousand doubles: -The many musets through the which he goes -Are like a labyrinth to amaze his foes. - -'Sometime he runs among a flock of sheep, -To make the cunning hounds mistake their smell, -And sometime where earth-delving conies keep, -To stop the loud pursuers in their yell, -And sometime sorteth with a herd of deer: -Danger deviseth shifts; wit waits on fear: - -'For there his smell with others being mingled, -The hot scent-snuffing hounds are driven to doubt, -Ceasing their clamorous cry till they have singled -With much ado the cold fault cleanly out; -Then do they spend their mouths: Echo replies, -As if another chase were in the skies. - -'By this, poor Wat, far off upon a hill, -Stands on his hinder legs with listening ear, -To harken if his foes pursue him still: -Anon their loud alarums he doth hear; -And now his grief may be compared well -To one sore sick that hears the passing-bell. - -'Then shalt thou see the dew-bedabbled wretch -Turn, and return, indenting with the way; -Each envious brier his weary legs doth scratch, -Each shadow makes him stop, each murmur stay: -For misery is trodden on by many, -And being low never relieved by any. - -'Lie quietly, and hear a little more; -Nay, do not struggle, for thou shalt not rise: -To make thee hate the hunting of the boar, -Unlike myself thou hear'st me moralize, -Applying this to that, and so to so; -For love can comment upon every woe. - -'Where did I leave?' 'No matter where,' quoth he, -'Leave me, and then the story aptly ends: -The night is spent.' 'Why, what of that?' quoth she. -'I am,' quoth he, 'expected of my friends; -And now 'tis dark, and going I shall fall.' -'In night,' quoth she, 'desire sees best of all - -'But if thou fall, O, then imagine this, -The earth, in love with thee, thy footing trips, -And all is but to rob thee of a kiss. -Rich preys make true men thieves; so do thy lips -Make modest Dian cloudy and forlorn, -Lest she should steal a kiss and die forsworn. - -'Now of this dark night I perceive the reason: -Cynthia for shame obscures her silver shine, -Till forging Nature be condemn'd of treason, -For stealing moulds from heaven that were divine; -Wherein she framed thee in high heaven's despite, -To shame the sun by day and her by night. - -'And therefore hath she bribed the Destinies -To cross the curious workmanship of nature, -To mingle beauty with infirmities, -And pure perfection with impure defeature, -Making it subject to the tyranny -Of mad mischances and much misery; - -'As burning fevers, agues pale and faint, -Life-poisoning pestilence and frenzies wood, -The marrow-eating sickness, whose attaint -Disorder breeds by heating of the blood: -Surfeits, imposthumes, grief, and damn'd despair, -Swear nature's death for framing thee so fair. - -'And not the least of all these maladies -But in one minute's fight brings beauty under: -Both favour, savour, hue and qualities, -Whereat the impartial gazer late did wonder, -Are on the sudden wasted, thaw'd and done, -As mountain-snow melts with the midday sun. - -'Therefore, despite of fruitless chastity, -Love-lacking vestals and self-loving nuns, -That on the earth would breed a scarcity -And barren dearth of daughters and of sons, -Be prodigal: the lamp that burns by night -Dries up his oil to lend the world his light. - -'What is thy body but a swallowing grave, -Seeming to bury that posterity -Which by the rights of time thou needs must have, -If thou destroy them not in dark obscurity? -If so, the world will hold thee in disdain, -Sith in thy pride so fair a hope is slain. - -'So in thyself thyself art made away; -A mischief worse than civil home-bred strife, -Or theirs whose desperate hands themselves do slay, -Or butcher-sire that reaves his son of life. -Foul-cankering rust the hidden treasure frets, -But gold that's put to use more gold begets.' - -'Nay, then,' quoth Adon, 'you will fall again -Into your idle over-handled theme: -The kiss I gave you is bestow'd in vain, -And all in vain you strive against the stream; -For, by this black-faced night, desire's foul nurse, -Your treatise makes me like you worse and worse. - -'If love have lent you twenty thousand tongues, -And every tongue more moving than your own, -Bewitching like the wanton mermaid's songs, -Yet from mine ear the tempting tune is blown -For know, my heart stands armed in mine ear, -And will not let a false sound enter there; - -'Lest the deceiving harmony should run -Into the quiet closure of my breast; -And then my little heart were quite undone, -In his bedchamber to be barr'd of rest. -No, lady, no; my heart longs not to groan, -But soundly sleeps, while now it sleeps alone. - -'What have you urged that I cannot reprove? -The path is smooth that leadeth on to danger: -I hate not love, but your device in love, -That lends embracements unto every stranger. -You do it for increase: O strange excuse, -When reason is the bawd to lust's abuse! - -'Call it not love, for Love to heaven is fled, -Since sweating Lust on earth usurp'd his name; -Under whose simple semblance he hath fed -Upon fresh beauty, blotting it with blame; -Which the hot tyrant stains and soon bereaves, -As caterpillars do the tender leaves. - -'Love comforteth like sunshine after rain, -But Lust's effect is tempest after sun; -Love's gentle spring doth always fresh remain, -Lust's winter comes ere summer half be done; -Love surfeits not, Lust like a glutton dies; -Love is all truth, Lust full of forged lies. - -'More I could tell, but more I dare not say; -The text is old, the orator too green. -Therefore, in sadness, now I will away; -My face is full of shame, my heart of teen: -Mine ears, that to your wanton talk attended, -Do burn themselves for having so offended.' - -With this, he breaketh from the sweet embrace, -Of those fair arms which bound him to her breast, -And homeward through the dark laund runs apace; -Leaves Love upon her back deeply distress'd. -Look, how a bright star shooteth from the sky, -So glides he in the night from Venus' eye. - -Which after him she darts, as one on shore -Gazing upon a late-embarked friend, -Till the wild waves will have him seen no more, -Whose ridges with the meeting clouds contend: -So did the merciless and pitchy night -Fold in the object that did feed her sight. - -Whereat amazed, as one that unaware -Hath dropp'd a precious jewel in the flood, -Or stonish'd as night-wanderers often are, -Their light blown out in some mistrustful wood, -Even so confounded in the dark she lay, -Having lost the fair discovery of her way. - -And now she beats her heart, whereat it groans, -That all the neighbour caves, as seeming troubled, -Make verbal repetition of her moans; -Passion on passion deeply is redoubled: -'Ay me!' she cries, and twenty times 'Woe, woe!' -And twenty echoes twenty times cry so. - -She marking them begins a wailing note -And sings extemporally a woeful ditty; -How love makes young men thrall and old men dote; -How love is wise in folly, foolish-witty: -Her heavy anthem still concludes in woe, -And still the choir of echoes answer so. - -Her song was tedious and outwore the night, -For lovers' hours are long, though seeming short: -If pleased themselves, others, they think, delight -In such-like circumstance, with suchlike sport: -Their copious stories oftentimes begun -End without audience and are never done. - -For who hath she to spend the night withal -But idle sounds resembling parasites, -Like shrill-tongued tapsters answering every call, -Soothing the humour of fantastic wits? -She says ''Tis so:' they answer all ''Tis so;' -And would say after her, if she said 'No.' - -Lo, here the gentle lark, weary of rest, -From his moist cabinet mounts up on high, -And wakes the morning, from whose silver breast -The sun ariseth in his majesty; -Who doth the world so gloriously behold -That cedar-tops and hills seem burnish'd gold. - -Venus salutes him with this fair good-morrow: -'O thou clear god, and patron of all light, -From whom each lamp and shining star doth borrow -The beauteous influence that makes him bright, -There lives a son that suck'd an earthly mother, -May lend thee light, as thou dost lend to other.' - -This said, she hasteth to a myrtle grove, -Musing the morning is so much o'erworn, -And yet she hears no tidings of her love: -She hearkens for his hounds and for his horn: -Anon she hears them chant it lustily, -And all in haste she coasteth to the cry. - -And as she runs, the bushes in the way -Some catch her by the neck, some kiss her face, -Some twine about her thigh to make her stay: -She wildly breaketh from their strict embrace, -Like a milch doe, whose swelling dugs do ache, -Hasting to feed her fawn hid in some brake. - -By this, she hears the hounds are at a bay; -Whereat she starts, like one that spies an adder -Wreathed up in fatal folds just in his way, -The fear whereof doth make him shake and shudder; -Even so the timorous yelping of the hounds -Appals her senses and her spirit confounds. - -For now she knows it is no gentle chase, -But the blunt boar, rough bear, or lion proud, -Because the cry remaineth in one place, -Where fearfully the dogs exclaim aloud: -Finding their enemy to be so curst, -They all strain courtesy who shall cope him first. - -This dismal cry rings sadly in her ear, -Through which it enters to surprise her heart; -Who, overcome by doubt and bloodless fear, -With cold-pale weakness numbs each feeling part: -Like soldiers, when their captain once doth yield, -They basely fly and dare not stay the field. - -Thus stands she in a trembling ecstasy; -Till, cheering up her senses all dismay'd, -She tells them 'tis a causeless fantasy, -And childish error, that they are afraid; -Bids them leave quaking, bids them fear no more:-- -And with that word she spied the hunted boar, - -Whose frothy mouth, bepainted all with red, -Like milk and blood being mingled both together, -A second fear through all her sinews spread, -Which madly hurries her she knows not whither: -This way runs, and now she will no further, -But back retires to rate the boar for murther. - -A thousand spleens bear her a thousand ways; -She treads the path that she untreads again; -Her more than haste is mated with delays, -Like the proceedings of a drunken brain, -Full of respects, yet nought at all respecting; -In hand with all things, nought at all effecting. - -Here kennell'd in a brake she finds a hound, -And asks the weary caitiff for his master, -And there another licking of his wound, -'Gainst venom'd sores the only sovereign plaster; -And here she meets another sadly scowling, -To whom she speaks, and he replies with howling. - -When he hath ceased his ill-resounding noise, -Another flap-mouth'd mourner, black and grim, -Against the welkin volleys out his voice; -Another and another answer him, -Clapping their proud tails to the ground below, -Shaking their scratch'd ears, bleeding as they go. - -Look, how the world's poor people are amazed -At apparitions, signs and prodigies, -Whereon with fearful eyes they long have gazed, -Infusing them with dreadful prophecies; -So she at these sad signs draws up her breath -And sighing it again, exclaims on Death. - -'Hard-favour'd tyrant, ugly, meagre, lean, -Hateful divorce of love,'--thus chides she Death,-- -'Grim-grinning ghost, earth's worm, what dost thou mean -To stifle beauty and to steal his breath, -Who when he lived, his breath and beauty set -Gloss on the rose, smell to the violet? - -'If he be dead,--O no, it cannot be, -Seeing his beauty, thou shouldst strike at it:-- -O yes, it may; thou hast no eyes to see, -But hatefully at random dost thou hit. -Thy mark is feeble age, but thy false dart -Mistakes that aim and cleaves an infant's heart. - -'Hadst thou but bid beware, then he had spoke, -And, hearing him, thy power had lost his power. -The Destinies will curse thee for this stroke; -They bid thee crop a weed, thou pluck'st a flower: -Love's golden arrow at him should have fled, -And not Death's ebon dart, to strike dead. - -'Dost thou drink tears, that thou provokest such weeping? -What may a heavy groan advantage thee? -Why hast thou cast into eternal sleeping -Those eyes that taught all other eyes to see? -Now Nature cares not for thy mortal vigour, -Since her best work is ruin'd with thy rigour.' - -Here overcome, as one full of despair, -She vail'd her eyelids, who, like sluices, stopt -The crystal tide that from her two cheeks fair -In the sweet channel of her bosom dropt; -But through the flood-gates breaks the silver rain, -And with his strong course opens them again. - -O, how her eyes and tears did lend and borrow! -Her eyes seen in the tears, tears in her eye; -Both crystals, where they view'd each other's sorrow, -Sorrow that friendly sighs sought still to dry; -But like a stormy day, now wind, now rain, -Sighs dry her cheeks, tears make them wet again. - -Variable passions throng her constant woe, -As striving who should best become her grief; -All entertain'd, each passion labours so, -That every present sorrow seemeth chief, -But none is best: then join they all together, -Like many clouds consulting for foul weather. - -By this, far off she hears some huntsman hollo; -A nurse's song ne'er pleased her babe so well: -The dire imagination she did follow -This sound of hope doth labour to expel; -For now reviving joy bids her rejoice, -And flatters her it is Adonis' voice. - -Whereat her tears began to turn their tide, -Being prison'd in her eye like pearls in glass; -Yet sometimes falls an orient drop beside, -Which her cheek melts, as scorning it should pass, -To wash the foul face of the sluttish ground, -Who is but drunken when she seemeth drown'd. - -O hard-believing love, how strange it seems -Not to believe, and yet too credulous! -Thy weal and woe are both of them extremes; -Despair and hope makes thee ridiculous: -The one doth flatter thee in thoughts unlikely, -In likely thoughts the other kills thee quickly. - -Now she unweaves the web that she hath wrought; -Adonis lives, and Death is not to blame; -It was not she that call'd him, all-to naught: -Now she adds honours to his hateful name; -She clepes him king of graves and grave for kings, -Imperious supreme of all mortal things. - -'No, no,' quoth she, 'sweet Death, I did but jest; -Yet pardon me I felt a kind of fear -When as I met the boar, that bloody beast, -Which knows no pity, but is still severe; -Then, gentle shadow,--truth I must confess,-- -I rail'd on thee, fearing my love's decease. - -''Tis not my fault: the boar provoked my tongue; -Be wreak'd on him, invisible commander; -'Tis he, foul creature, that hath done thee wrong; -I did but act, he's author of thy slander: -Grief hath two tongues, and never woman yet -Could rule them both without ten women's wit.' - -Thus hoping that Adonis is alive, -Her rash suspect she doth extenuate; -And that his beauty may the better thrive, -With Death she humbly doth insinuate; -Tells him of trophies, statues, tombs, and stories -His victories, his triumphs and his glories. - -'O Jove,' quoth she, 'how much a fool was I -To be of such a weak and silly mind -To wail his death who lives and must not die -Till mutual overthrow of mortal kind! -For he being dead, with him is beauty slain, -And, beauty dead, black chaos comes again. - -'Fie, fie, fond love, thou art so full of fear -As one with treasure laden, hemm'd thieves; -Trifles, unwitnessed with eye or ear, -Thy coward heart with false bethinking grieves.' -Even at this word she hears a merry horn, -Whereat she leaps that was but late forlorn. - -As falcon to the lure, away she flies; -The grass stoops not, she treads on it so light; -And in her haste unfortunately spies -The foul boar's conquest on her fair delight; -Which seen, her eyes, as murder'd with the view, -Like stars ashamed of day, themselves withdrew; - -Or, as the snail, whose tender horns being hit, -Shrinks backward in his shelly cave with pain, -And there, all smother'd up, in shade doth sit, -Long after fearing to creep forth again; -So, at his bloody view, her eyes are fled -Into the deep dark cabins of her head: - -Where they resign their office and their light -To the disposing of her troubled brain; -Who bids them still consort with ugly night, -And never wound the heart with looks again; -Who like a king perplexed in his throne, -By their suggestion gives a deadly groan, - -Whereat each tributary subject quakes; -As when the wind, imprison'd in the ground, -Struggling for passage, earth's foundation shakes, -Which with cold terror doth men's minds confound. -This mutiny each part doth so surprise -That from their dark beds once more leap her eyes; - -And, being open'd, threw unwilling light -Upon the wide wound that the boar had trench'd -In his soft flank; whose wonted lily white -With purple tears, that his wound wept, was drench'd: -No flower was nigh, no grass, herb, leaf, or weed, -But stole his blood and seem'd with him to bleed. - -This solemn sympathy poor Venus noteth; -Over one shoulder doth she hang her head; -Dumbly she passions, franticly she doteth; -She thinks he could not die, he is not dead: -Her voice is stopt, her joints forget to bow; -Her eyes are mad that they have wept til now. - -Upon his hurt she looks so steadfastly, -That her sight dazzling makes the wound seem three; -And then she reprehends her mangling eye, -That makes more gashes where no breach should be: -His face seems twain, each several limb is doubled; -For oft the eye mistakes, the brain being troubled. - -'My tongue cannot express my grief for one, -And yet,' quoth she, 'behold two Adons dead! -My sighs are blown away, my salt tears gone, -Mine eyes are turn'd to fire, my heart to lead: -Heavy heart's lead, melt at mine eyes' red fire! -So shall I die by drops of hot desire. - -'Alas, poor world, what treasure hast thou lost! -What face remains alive that's worth the viewing? -Whose tongue is music now? what canst thou boast -Of things long since, or any thing ensuing? -The flowers are sweet, their colours fresh and trim; -But true-sweet beauty lived and died with him. - -'Bonnet nor veil henceforth no creature wear! -Nor sun nor wind will ever strive to kiss you: -Having no fair to lose, you need not fear; -The sun doth scorn you and the wind doth hiss you: -But when Adonis lived, sun and sharp air -Lurk'd like two thieves, to rob him of his fair: - -'And therefore would he put his bonnet on, -Under whose brim the gaudy sun would peep; -The wind would blow it off and, being gone, -Play with his locks: then would Adonis weep; -And straight, in pity of his tender years, -They both would strive who first should dry his tears. - -'To see his face the lion walk'd along -Behind some hedge, because he would not fear him; -To recreate himself when he hath sung, -The tiger would be tame and gently hear him; -If he had spoke, the wolf would leave his prey -And never fright the silly lamb that day. - -'When he beheld his shadow in the brook, -The fishes spread on it their golden gills; -When he was by, the birds such pleasure took, -That some would sing, some other in their bills -Would bring him mulberries and ripe-red cherries; -He fed them with his sight, they him with berries. - -'But this foul, grim, and urchin-snouted boar, -Whose downward eye still looketh for a grave, -Ne'er saw the beauteous livery that he wore; -Witness the entertainment that he gave: -If he did see his face, why then I know -He thought to kiss him, and hath kill'd him so. - -''Tis true, 'tis true; thus was Adonis slain: -He ran upon the boar with his sharp spear, -Who did not whet his teeth at him again, -But by a kiss thought to persuade him there; -And nuzzling in his flank, the loving swine -Sheathed unaware the tusk in his soft groin. - -'Had I been tooth'd like him, I must confess, -With kissing him I should have kill'd him first; -But he is dead, and never did he bless -My youth with his; the more am I accurst.' -With this, she falleth in the place she stood, -And stains her face with his congealed blood. - -She looks upon his lips, and they are pale; -She takes him by the hand, and that is cold; -She whispers in his ears a heavy tale, -As if they heard the woeful words she told; -She lifts the coffer-lids that close his eyes, -Where, lo, two lamps, burnt out, in darkness lies; - -Two glasses, where herself herself beheld -A thousand times, and now no more reflect; -Their virtue lost, wherein they late excell'd, -And every beauty robb'd of his effect: -'Wonder of time,' quoth she, 'this is my spite, -That, thou being dead, the day should yet be light. - -'Since thou art dead, lo, here I prophesy: -Sorrow on love hereafter shall attend: -It shall be waited on with jealousy, -Find sweet beginning, but unsavoury end, -Ne'er settled equally, but high or low, -That all love's pleasure shall not match his woe. - -'It shall be fickle, false and full of fraud, -Bud and be blasted in a breathing-while; -The bottom poison, and the top o'erstraw'd -With sweets that shall the truest sight beguile: -The strongest body shall it make most weak, -Strike the wise dumb and teach the fool to speak. - -'It shall be sparing and too full of riot, -Teaching decrepit age to tread the measures; -The staring ruffian shall it keep in quiet, -Pluck down the rich, enrich the poor with treasures; -It shall be raging-mad and silly-mild, -Make the young old, the old become a child. - -'It shall suspect where is no cause of fear; -It shall not fear where it should most mistrust; -It shall be merciful and too severe, -And most deceiving when it seems most just; -Perverse it shall be where it shows most toward, -Put fear to valour, courage to the coward. - -'It shall be cause of war and dire events, -And set dissension 'twixt the son and sire; -Subject and servile to all discontents, -As dry combustious matter is to fire: -Sith in his prime Death doth my love destroy, -They that love best their loves shall not enjoy.' - -By this, the boy that by her side lay kill'd -Was melted like a vapour from her sight, -And in his blood that on the ground lay spill'd, -A purple flower sprung up, chequer'd with white, -Resembling well his pale cheeks and the blood -Which in round drops upon their whiteness stood. - -She bows her head, the new-sprung flower to smell, -Comparing it to her Adonis' breath, -And says, within her bosom it shall dwell, -Since he himself is reft from her by death: -She crops the stalk, and in the breach appears -Green dropping sap, which she compares to tears. - -'Poor flower,' quoth she, 'this was thy fathers guise-- -Sweet issue of a more sweet-smelling sire-- -For every little grief to wet his eyes: -To grow unto himself was his desire, -And so 'tis thine; but know, it is as good -To wither in my breast as in his blood. - -'Here was thy father's bed, here in my breast; -Thou art the next of blood, and 'tis thy right: -Lo, in this hollow cradle take thy rest, -My throbbing heart shall rock thee day and night: -There shall not be one minute in an hour -Wherein I will not kiss my sweet love's flower.' - -Thus weary of the world, away she hies, -And yokes her silver doves; by whose swift aid -Their mistress mounted through the empty skies -In her light chariot quickly is convey'd; -Holding their course to Paphos, where their queen -Means to immure herself and not be seen. From fc9a17c5979615b2929ac8184663f6f8541df9c3 Mon Sep 17 00:00:00 2001 From: Douglas Smith Date: Thu, 7 May 2020 10:11:17 -0700 Subject: [PATCH 107/108] Adding the old poem file to old work. --- old_work/venusandadonis | 1423 +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ 1 file changed, 1423 insertions(+) create mode 100644 old_work/venusandadonis diff --git a/old_work/venusandadonis b/old_work/venusandadonis new file mode 100644 index 0000000..095680d --- /dev/null +++ b/old_work/venusandadonis @@ -0,0 +1,1423 @@ + VENUS AND ADONIS + + + +'Vilia miretur vulgus; mihi flavus Apollo +Pocula Castalia plena ministret aqua.' + +TO THE +RIGHT HONORABLE HENRY WRIOTHESLY, +EARL OF SOUTHAMPTON, AND BARON OF TICHFIELD. +RIGHT HONORABLE, + +I KNOW not how I shall offend in dedicating my +unpolished lines to your lordship, nor how the world will +censure me for choosing so strong a prop to support so weak a +burden only, if your honour seem but pleased, I account +myself highly praised, and vow to take advantage of all idle +hours, till I have honoured you with some graver labour. But if +the first heir of my invention prove deformed, I shall be +sorry it had so noble a god-father, and never after ear so +barren a land, for fear it yield me still so bad a harvest. +I leave it to your honourable survey, and your honour to your +heart's content; which I wish may always answer your own wish +and the world's hopeful expectation. + +Your honour's in all duty, +WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE. + + + +EVEN as the sun with purple-colour'd face +Had ta'en his last leave of the weeping morn, +Rose-cheek'd Adonis hied him to the chase; +Hunting he loved, but love he laugh'd to scorn; +Sick-thoughted Venus makes amain unto him, +And like a bold-faced suitor 'gins to woo him. + +'Thrice-fairer than myself,' thus she began, +'The field's chief flower, sweet above compare, +Stain to all nymphs, more lovely than a man, +More white and red than doves or roses are; +Nature that made thee, with herself at strife, +Saith that the world hath ending with thy life. + +'Vouchsafe, thou wonder, to alight thy steed, +And rein his proud head to the saddle-bow; +If thou wilt deign this favour, for thy meed +A thousand honey secrets shalt thou know: +Here come and sit, where never serpent hisses, +And being set, I'll smother thee with kisses; + +'And yet not cloy thy lips with loathed satiety, +But rather famish them amid their plenty, +Making them red and pale with fresh variety, +Ten kisses short as one, one long as twenty: +A summer's day will seem an hour but short, +Being wasted in such time-beguiling sport.' + +With this she seizeth on his sweating palm, +The precedent of pith and livelihood, +And trembling in her passion, calls it balm, +Earth's sovereign salve to do a goddess good: +Being so enraged, desire doth lend her force +Courageously to pluck him from his horse. + +Over one arm the lusty courser's rein, +Under her other was the tender boy, +Who blush'd and pouted in a dull disdain, +With leaden appetite, unapt to toy; +She red and hot as coals of glowing fire, +He red for shame, but frosty in desire. + +The studded bridle on a ragged bough +Nimbly she fastens:--O, how quick is love!-- +The steed is stalled up, and even now +To tie the rider she begins to prove: +Backward she push'd him, as she would be thrust, +And govern'd him in strength, though not in lust. + +So soon was she along as he was down, +Each leaning on their elbows and their hips: +Now doth she stroke his cheek, now doth he frown, +And 'gins to chide, but soon she stops his lips; +And kissing speaks, with lustful language broken, +'If thou wilt chide, thy lips shall never open.' + +He burns with bashful shame: she with her tears +Doth quench the maiden burning of his cheeks; +Then with her windy sighs and golden hairs +To fan and blow them dry again she seeks: +He saith she is immodest, blames her 'miss; +What follows more she murders with a kiss. + +Even as an empty eagle, sharp by fast, +Tires with her beak on feathers, flesh and bone, +Shaking her wings, devouring all in haste, +Till either gorge be stuff'd or prey be gone; +Even so she kissed his brow, his cheek, his chin, +And where she ends she doth anew begin. + +Forced to content, but never to obey, +Panting he lies and breatheth in her face; +She feedeth on the steam as on a prey, +And calls it heavenly moisture, air of grace; +Wishing her cheeks were gardens full of flowers, +So they were dew'd with such distilling showers. + +Look, how a bird lies tangled in a net, +So fasten'd in her arms Adonis lies; +Pure shame and awed resistance made him fret, +Which bred more beauty in his angry eyes: +Rain added to a river that is rank +Perforce will force it overflow the bank. + +Still she entreats, and prettily entreats, +For to a pretty ear she tunes her tale; +Still is he sullen, still he lours and frets, +'Twixt crimson shame and anger ashy-pale: +Being red, she loves him best; and being white, +Her best is better'd with a more delight. + +Look how he can, she cannot choose but love; +And by her fair immortal hand she swears, +From his soft bosom never to remove, +Till he take truce with her contending tears, +Which long have rain'd, making her cheeks all wet; +And one sweet kiss shall pay this countless debt. + +Upon this promise did he raise his chin, +Like a dive-dapper peering through a wave, +Who, being look'd on, ducks as quickly in; +So offers he to give what she did crave; +But when her lips were ready for his pay, +He winks, and turns his lips another way. + +Never did passenger in summer's heat +More thirst for drink than she for this good turn. +Her help she sees, but help she cannot get; +She bathes in water, yet her fire must burn: +'O, pity,' 'gan she cry, 'flint-hearted boy! +'Tis but a kiss I beg; why art thou coy? + +'I have been woo'd, as I entreat thee now, +Even by the stern and direful god of war, +Whose sinewy neck in battle ne'er did bow, +Who conquers where he comes in every jar; +Yet hath he been my captive and my slave, +And begg'd for that which thou unask'd shalt have. + +'Over my altars hath he hung his lance, +His batter'd shield, his uncontrolled crest, +And for my sake hath learn'd to sport and dance, +To toy, to wanton, dally, smile and jest, +Scorning his churlish drum and ensign red, +Making my arms his field, his tent my bed. + +'Thus he that overruled I oversway'd, +Leading him prisoner in a red-rose chain: +Strong-tempered steel his stronger strength obey'd, +Yet was he servile to my coy disdain. +O, be not proud, nor brag not of thy might, +For mastering her that foil'd the god of fight! + +'Touch but my lips with those fair lips of thine,-- +Though mine be not so fair, yet are they red-- +The kiss shall be thine own as well as mine. +What seest thou in the ground? hold up thy head: +Look in mine eye-balls, there thy beauty lies; +Then why not lips on lips, since eyes in eyes? +'Art thou ashamed to kiss? then wink again, +And I will wink; so shall the day seem night; +Love keeps his revels where they are but twain; +Be bold to play, our sport is not in sight: +These blue-vein'd violets whereon we lean +Never can blab, nor know not what we mean. + +'The tender spring upon thy tempting lip +Shows thee unripe; yet mayst thou well be tasted: +Make use of time, let not advantage slip; +Beauty within itself should not be wasted: +Fair flowers that are not gather'd in their prime +Rot and consume themselves in little time. + +'Were I hard-favour'd, foul, or wrinkled-old, +Ill-nurtured, crooked, churlish, harsh in voice, +O'erworn, despised, rheumatic and cold, +Thick-sighted, barren, lean and lacking juice, +Then mightst thou pause, for then I were not for thee +But having no defects, why dost abhor me? + +'Thou canst not see one wrinkle in my brow; +Mine eyes are gray and bright and quick in turning: +My beauty as the spring doth yearly grow, +My flesh is soft and plump, my marrow burning; +My smooth moist hand, were it with thy hand felt, +Would in thy palm dissolve, or seem to melt. + +'Bid me discourse, I will enchant thine ear, +Or, like a fairy, trip upon the green, +Or, like a nymph, with long dishevell'd hair, +Dance on the sands, and yet no footing seen: +Love is a spirit all compact of fire, +Not gross to sink, but light, and will aspire. + +'Witness this primrose bank whereon I lie; +These forceless flowers like sturdy trees support me; +Two strengthless doves will draw me through the sky, +From morn till night, even where I list to sport me: +Is love so light, sweet boy, and may it be +That thou shouldst think it heavy unto thee? + +'Is thine own heart to thine own face affected? +Can thy right hand seize love upon thy left? +Then woo thyself, be of thyself rejected, +Steal thine own freedom and complain on theft. +Narcissus so himself himself forsook, +And died to kiss his shadow in the brook. + +'Torches are made to light, jewels to wear, +Dainties to taste, fresh beauty for the use, +Herbs for their smell, and sappy plants to bear: +Things growing to themselves are growth's abuse: +Seeds spring from seeds and beauty breedeth beauty; +Thou wast begot; to get it is thy duty. + +'Upon the earth's increase why shouldst thou feed, +Unless the earth with thy increase be fed? +By law of nature thou art bound to breed, +That thine may live when thou thyself art dead; +And so, in spite of death, thou dost survive, +In that thy likeness still is left alive.' + +By this the love-sick queen began to sweat, +For where they lay the shadow had forsook them, +And Titan, tired in the mid-day heat, +With burning eye did hotly overlook them; +Wishing Adonis had his team to guide, +So he were like him and by Venus' side. + +And now Adonis, with a lazy spright, +And with a heavy, dark, disliking eye, +His louring brows o'erwhelming his fair sight, +Like misty vapours when they blot the sky, +Souring his cheeks cries 'Fie, no more of love! +The sun doth burn my face: I must remove.' + +'Ay me,' quoth Venus, 'young, and so unkind? +What bare excuses makest thou to be gone! +I'll sigh celestial breath, whose gentle wind +Shall cool the heat of this descending sun: +I'll make a shadow for thee of my hairs; +If they burn too, I'll quench them with my tears. + +'The sun that shines from heaven shines but warm, +And, lo, I lie between that sun and thee: +The heat I have from thence doth little harm, +Thine eye darts forth the fire that burneth me; +And were I not immortal, life were done +Between this heavenly and earthly sun. + +'Art thou obdurate, flinty, hard as steel, +Nay, more than flint, for stone at rain relenteth? +Art thou a woman's son, and canst not feel +What 'tis to love? how want of love tormenteth? +O, had thy mother borne so hard a mind, +She had not brought forth thee, but died unkind. + +'What am I, that thou shouldst contemn me this? +Or what great danger dwells upon my suit? +What were thy lips the worse for one poor kiss? +Speak, fair; but speak fair words, or else be mute: +Give me one kiss, I'll give it thee again, +And one for interest, if thou wilt have twain. + +'Fie, lifeless picture, cold and senseless stone, +Well-painted idol, image dun and dead, +Statue contenting but the eye alone, +Thing like a man, but of no woman bred! +Thou art no man, though of a man's complexion, +For men will kiss even by their own direction.' + +This said, impatience chokes her pleading tongue, +And swelling passion doth provoke a pause; +Red cheeks and fiery eyes blaze forth he wrong; +Being judge in love, she cannot right her cause: +And now she weeps, and now she fain would speak, +And now her sobs do her intendments break. + +Sometimes she shakes her head and then his hand, +Now gazeth she on him, now on the ground; +Sometimes her arms infold him like a band: +She would, he will not in her arms be bound; +And when from thence he struggles to be gone, +She locks her lily fingers one in one. + +'Fondling,' she saith, 'since I have hemm'd thee here +Within the circuit of this ivory pale, +I'll be a park, and thou shalt be my deer; +Feed where thou wilt, on mountain or in dale: +Graze on my lips; and if those hills be dry, +Stray lower, where the pleasant fountains lie. + +Within this limit is relief enough, +Sweet bottom-grass and high delightful plain, +Round rising hillocks, brakes obscure and rough, +To shelter thee from tempest and from rain +Then be my deer, since I am such a park; +No dog shall rouse thee, though a thousand bark.' + +At this Adonis smiles as in disdain, +That in each cheek appears a pretty dimple: +Love made those hollows, if himself were slain, +He might be buried in a tomb so simple; +Foreknowing well, if there he came to lie, +Why, there Love lived and there he could not die. + +These lovely caves, these round enchanting pits, +Open'd their mouths to swallow Venus' liking. +Being mad before, how doth she now for wits? +Struck dead at first, what needs a second striking? +Poor queen of love, in thine own law forlorn, +To love a cheek that smiles at thee in scorn! + +Now which way shall she turn? what shall she say? +Her words are done, her woes are more increasing; +The time is spent, her object will away, +And from her twining arms doth urge releasing. +'Pity,' she cries, 'some favour, some remorse!' +Away he springs and hasteth to his horse. + +But, lo, from forth a copse that neighbors by, +A breeding jennet, lusty, young and proud, +Adonis' trampling courser doth espy, +And forth she rushes, snorts and neighs aloud: +The strong-neck'd steed, being tied unto a tree, +Breaketh his rein, and to her straight goes he. + +Imperiously he leaps, he neighs, he bounds, +And now his woven girths he breaks asunder; +The bearing earth with his hard hoof he wounds, +Whose hollow womb resounds like heaven's thunder; +The iron bit he crusheth 'tween his teeth, +Controlling what he was controlled with. + +His ears up-prick'd; his braided hanging mane +Upon his compass'd crest now stand on end; +His nostrils drink the air, and forth again, +As from a furnace, vapours doth he send: +His eye, which scornfully glisters like fire, +Shows his hot courage and his high desire. + +Sometime he trots, as if he told the steps, +With gentle majesty and modest pride; +Anon he rears upright, curvets and leaps, +As who should say 'Lo, thus my strength is tried, +And this I do to captivate the eye +Of the fair breeder that is standing by.' + +What recketh he his rider's angry stir, +His flattering 'Holla,' or his 'Stand, I say'? +What cares he now for curb or pricking spur? +For rich caparisons or trapping gay? +He sees his love, and nothing else he sees, +For nothing else with his proud sight agrees. + +Look, when a painter would surpass the life, +In limning out a well-proportion'd steed, +His art with nature's workmanship at strife, +As if the dead the living should exceed; +So did this horse excel a common one +In shape, in courage, colour, pace and bone. + +Round-hoof'd, short-jointed, fetlocks shag and long, +Broad breast, full eye, small head and nostril wide, +High crest, short ears, straight legs and passing strong, +Thin mane, thick tail, broad buttock, tender hide: +Look, what a horse should have he did not lack, +Save a proud rider on so proud a back. + +Sometime he scuds far off and there he stares; +Anon he starts at stirring of a feather; +To bid the wind a base he now prepares, +And whether he run or fly they know not whether; +For through his mane and tail the high wind sings, +Fanning the hairs, who wave like feather'd wings. + +He looks upon his love and neighs unto her; +She answers him as if she knew his mind: +Being proud, as females are, to see him woo her, +She puts on outward strangeness, seems unkind, +Spurns at his love and scorns the heat he feels, +Beating his kind embracements with her heels. + +Then, like a melancholy malcontent, +He veils his tail that, like a falling plume, +Cool shadow to his melting buttock lent: +He stamps and bites the poor flies in his fume. +His love, perceiving how he is enraged, +Grew kinder, and his fury was assuaged. + +His testy master goeth about to take him; +When, lo, the unback'd breeder, full of fear, +Jealous of catching, swiftly doth forsake him, +With her the horse, and left Adonis there: +As they were mad, unto the wood they hie them, +Out-stripping crows that strive to over-fly them. + +All swoln with chafing, down Adonis sits, +Banning his boisterous and unruly beast: +And now the happy season once more fits, +That love-sick Love by pleading may be blest; +For lovers say, the heart hath treble wrong +When it is barr'd the aidance of the tongue. + +An oven that is stopp'd, or river stay'd, +Burneth more hotly, swelleth with more rage: +So of concealed sorrow may be said; +Free vent of words love's fire doth assuage; +But when the heart's attorney once is mute, +The client breaks, as desperate in his suit. + +He sees her coming, and begins to glow, +Even as a dying coal revives with wind, +And with his bonnet hides his angry brow; +Looks on the dull earth with disturbed mind, +Taking no notice that she is so nigh, +For all askance he holds her in his eye. + +O, what a sight it was, wistly to view +How she came stealing to the wayward boy! +To note the fighting conflict of her hue, +How white and red each other did destroy! +But now her cheek was pale, and by and by +It flash'd forth fire, as lightning from the sky. + +Now was she just before him as he sat, +And like a lowly lover down she kneels; +With one fair hand she heaveth up his hat, +Her other tender hand his fair cheek feels: +His tenderer cheek receives her soft hand's print, +As apt as new-fall'n snow takes any dint. + +O, what a war of looks was then between them! +Her eyes petitioners to his eyes suing; +His eyes saw her eyes as they had not seen them; +Her eyes woo'd still, his eyes disdain'd the wooing: +And all this dumb play had his acts made plain +With tears, which, chorus-like, her eyes did rain. + +Full gently now she takes him by the hand, +A lily prison'd in a gaol of snow, +Or ivory in an alabaster band; +So white a friend engirts so white a foe: +This beauteous combat, wilful and unwilling, +Show'd like two silver doves that sit a-billing. + +Once more the engine of her thoughts began: +'O fairest mover on this mortal round, +Would thou wert as I am, and I a man, +My heart all whole as thine, thy heart my wound; +For one sweet look thy help I would assure thee, +Though nothing but my body's bane would cure thee! + +'Give me my hand,' saith he, 'why dost thou feel it?' +'Give me my heart,' saith she, 'and thou shalt have it: +O, give it me, lest thy hard heart do steel it, +And being steel'd, soft sighs can never grave it: +Then love's deep groans I never shall regard, +Because Adonis' heart hath made mine hard.' + +'For shame,' he cries, 'let go, and let me go; +My day's delight is past, my horse is gone, +And 'tis your fault I am bereft him so: +I pray you hence, and leave me here alone; +For all my mind, my thought, my busy care, +Is how to get my palfrey from the mare.' + +Thus she replies: 'Thy palfrey, as he should, +Welcomes the warm approach of sweet desire: +Affection is a coal that must be cool'd; +Else, suffer'd, it will set the heart on fire: +The sea hath bounds, but deep desire hath none; +Therefore no marvel though thy horse be gone. + +'How like a jade he stood, tied to the tree, +Servilely master'd with a leathern rein! +But when he saw his love, his youth's fair fee, +He held such petty bondage in disdain; +Throwing the base thong from his bending crest, +Enfranchising his mouth, his back, his breast. + +'Who sees his true-love in her naked bed, +Teaching the sheets a whiter hue than white, +But, when his glutton eye so full hath fed, +His other agents aim at like delight? +Who is so faint, that dare not be so bold +To touch the fire, the weather being cold? + +'Let me excuse thy courser, gentle boy; +And learn of him, I heartily beseech thee, +To take advantage on presented joy; +Though I were dumb, yet his proceedings teach thee; +O, learn to love; the lesson is but plain, +And once made perfect, never lost again.' + +I know not love,' quoth he, 'nor will not know it, +Unless it be a boar, and then I chase it; +'Tis much to borrow, and I will not owe it; +My love to love is love but to disgrace it; +For I have heard it is a life in death, +That laughs and weeps, and all but with a breath. + +'Who wears a garment shapeless and unfinish'd? +Who plucks the bud before one leaf put forth? +If springing things be any jot diminish'd, +They wither in their prime, prove nothing worth: +The colt that's back'd and burden'd being young +Loseth his pride and never waxeth strong. + +'You hurt my hand with wringing; let us part, +And leave this idle theme, this bootless chat: +Remove your siege from my unyielding heart; +To love's alarms it will not ope the gate: +Dismiss your vows, your feigned tears, your flattery; +For where a heart is hard they make no battery.' + +'What! canst thou talk?' quoth she, 'hast thou a tongue? +O, would thou hadst not, or I had no hearing! +Thy mermaid's voice hath done me double wrong; +I had my load before, now press'd with bearing: +Melodious discord, heavenly tune harshsounding, +Ear's deep-sweet music, and heart's deep-sore wounding. + +'Had I no eyes but ears, my ears would love +That inward beauty and invisible; +Or were I deaf, thy outward parts would move +Each part in me that were but sensible: +Though neither eyes nor ears, to hear nor see, +Yet should I be in love by touching thee. + +'Say, that the sense of feeling were bereft me, +And that I could not see, nor hear, nor touch, +And nothing but the very smell were left me, +Yet would my love to thee be still as much; +For from the stillitory of thy face excelling +Comes breath perfumed that breedeth love by +smelling. + +'But, O, what banquet wert thou to the taste, +Being nurse and feeder of the other four! +Would they not wish the feast might ever last, +And bid Suspicion double-lock the door, +Lest Jealousy, that sour unwelcome guest, +Should, by his stealing in, disturb the feast?' + +Once more the ruby-colour'd portal open'd, +Which to his speech did honey passage yield; +Like a red morn, that ever yet betoken'd +Wreck to the seaman, tempest to the field, +Sorrow to shepherds, woe unto the birds, +Gusts and foul flaws to herdmen and to herds. + +This ill presage advisedly she marketh: +Even as the wind is hush'd before it raineth, +Or as the wolf doth grin before he barketh, +Or as the berry breaks before it staineth, +Or like the deadly bullet of a gun, +His meaning struck her ere his words begun. + +And at his look she flatly falleth down, +For looks kill love and love by looks reviveth; +A smile recures the wounding of a frown; +But blessed bankrupt, that by love so thriveth! +The silly boy, believing she is dead, +Claps her pale cheek, till clapping makes it red; + +And all amazed brake off his late intent, +For sharply he did think to reprehend her, +Which cunning love did wittily prevent: +Fair fall the wit that can so well defend her! +For on the grass she lies as she were slain, +Till his breath breatheth life in her again. + +He wrings her nose, he strikes her on the cheeks, +He bends her fingers, holds her pulses hard, +He chafes her lips; a thousand ways he seeks +To mend the hurt that his unkindness marr'd: +He kisses her; and she, by her good will, +Will never rise, so he will kiss her still. + +The night of sorrow now is turn'd to day: +Her two blue windows faintly she up-heaveth, +Like the fair sun, when in his fresh array +He cheers the morn and all the earth relieveth; +And as the bright sun glorifies the sky, +So is her face illumined with her eye; + +Whose beams upon his hairless face are fix'd, +As if from thence they borrow'd all their shine. +Were never four such lamps together mix'd, +Had not his clouded with his brow's repine; +But hers, which through the crystal tears gave light, +Shone like the moon in water seen by night. + +'O, where am I?' quoth she, 'in earth or heaven, +Or in the ocean drench'd, or in the fire? +What hour is this? or morn or weary even? +Do I delight to die, or life desire? +But now I lived, and life was death's annoy; +But now I died, and death was lively joy. + +'O, thou didst kill me: kill me once again: +Thy eyes' shrewd tutor, that hard heart of thine, +Hath taught them scornful tricks and such disdain +That they have murder'd this poor heart of mine; +And these mine eyes, true leaders to their queen, +But for thy piteous lips no more had seen. + +'Long may they kiss each other, for this cure! +O, never let their crimson liveries wear! +And as they last, their verdure still endure, +To drive infection from the dangerous year! +That the star-gazers, having writ on death, +May say, the plague is banish'd by thy breath. + +'Pure lips, sweet seals in my soft lips imprinted, +What bargains may I make, still to be sealing? +To sell myself I can be well contented, +So thou wilt buy and pay and use good dealing; +Which purchase if thou make, for fear of slips +Set thy seal-manual on my wax-red lips. + +'A thousand kisses buys my heart from me; +And pay them at thy leisure, one by one. +What is ten hundred touches unto thee? +Are they not quickly told and quickly gone? +Say, for non-payment that the debt should double, +Is twenty hundred kisses such a trouble? + +'Fair queen,' quoth he, 'if any love you owe me, +Measure my strangeness with my unripe years: +Before I know myself, seek not to know me; +No fisher but the ungrown fry forbears: +The mellow plum doth fall, the green sticks fast, +Or being early pluck'd is sour to taste. + +'Look, the world's comforter, with weary gait, +His day's hot task hath ended in the west; +The owl, night's herald, shrieks, ''Tis very late;' +The sheep are gone to fold, birds to their nest, +And coal-black clouds that shadow heaven's light +Do summon us to part and bid good night. + +'Now let me say 'Good night,' and so say you; +If you will say so, you shall have a kiss.' +'Good night,' quoth she, and, ere he says 'Adieu,' +The honey fee of parting tender'd is: +Her arms do lend his neck a sweet embrace; +Incorporate then they seem; face grows to face. + +Till, breathless, he disjoin'd, and backward drew +The heavenly moisture, that sweet coral mouth, +Whose precious taste her thirsty lips well knew, +Whereon they surfeit, yet complain on drouth: +He with her plenty press'd, she faint with dearth +Their lips together glued, fall to the earth. + +Now quick desire hath caught the yielding prey, +And glutton-like she feeds, yet never filleth; +Her lips are conquerors, his lips obey, +Paying what ransom the insulter willeth; +Whose vulture thought doth pitch the price so high, +That she will draw his lips' rich treasure dry: + +And having felt the sweetness of the spoil, +With blindfold fury she begins to forage; +Her face doth reek and smoke, her blood doth boil, +And careless lust stirs up a desperate courage, +Planting oblivion, beating reason back, +Forgetting shame's pure blush and honour's wrack. + +Hot, faint, and weary, with her hard embracing, +Like a wild bird being tamed with too much handling, +Or as the fleet-foot roe that's tired with chasing, +Or like the froward infant still'd with dandling, +He now obeys, and now no more resisteth, +While she takes all she can, not all she listeth. + +What wax so frozen but dissolves with tempering, +And yields at last to every light impression? +Things out of hope are compass'd oft with venturing, +Chiefly in love, whose leave exceeds commission: +Affection faints not like a pale-faced coward, +But then woos best when most his choice is froward. + +When he did frown, O, had she then gave over, +Such nectar from his lips she had not suck'd. +Foul words and frowns must not repel a lover; +What though the rose have prickles, yet 'tis pluck'd: +Were beauty under twenty locks kept fast, +Yet love breaks through and picks them all at last. + +For pity now she can no more detain him; +The poor fool prays her that he may depart: +She is resolved no longer to restrain him; +Bids him farewell, and look well to her heart, +The which, by Cupid's bow she doth protest, +He carries thence incaged in his breast. + +'Sweet boy,' she says, 'this night I'll waste in sorrow, +For my sick heart commands mine eyes to watch. +Tell me, Love's master, shall we meet to-morrow? +Say, shall we? shall we? wilt thou make the match?' +He tells her, no; to-morrow he intends +To hunt the boar with certain of his friends. + +'The boar!' quoth she; whereat a sudden pale, +Like lawn being spread upon the blushing rose, +Usurps her cheek; she trembles at his tale, +And on his neck her yoking arms she throws: +She sinketh down, still hanging by his neck, +He on her belly falls, she on her back. + +Now is she in the very lists of love, +Her champion mounted for the hot encounter: +All is imaginary she doth prove, +He will not manage her, although he mount her; +That worse than Tantalus' is her annoy, +To clip Elysium and to lack her joy. + +Even as poor birds, deceived with painted grapes, +Do surfeit by the eye and pine the maw, +Even so she languisheth in her mishaps, +As those poor birds that helpless berries saw. +The warm effects which she in him finds missing +She seeks to kindle with continual kissing. + +But all in vain; good queen, it will not be: +She hath assay'd as much as may be proved; +Her pleading hath deserved a greater fee; +She's Love, she loves, and yet she is not loved. +'Fie, fie,' he says, 'you crush me; let me go; +You have no reason to withhold me so.' + +'Thou hadst been gone,' quoth she, 'sweet boy, ere this, +But that thou told'st me thou wouldst hunt the boar. +O, be advised! thou know'st not what it is +With javelin's point a churlish swine to gore, +Whose tushes never sheathed he whetteth still, +Like to a mortal butcher bent to kill. + +'On his bow-back he hath a battle set +Of bristly pikes, that ever threat his foes; +His eyes, like glow-worms, shine when he doth fret; +His snout digs sepulchres where'er he goes; +Being moved, he strikes whate'er is in his way, +And whom he strikes his cruel tushes slay. + +'His brawny sides, with hairy bristles arm'd, +Are better proof than thy spear's point can enter; +His short thick neck cannot be easily harm'd; +Being ireful, on the lion he will venture: +The thorny brambles and embracing bushes, +As fearful of him, part, through whom he rushes. + +'Alas, he nought esteems that face of thine, +To which Love's eyes pay tributary gazes; +Nor thy soft hands, sweet lips and crystal eyne, +Whose full perfection all the world amazes; +But having thee at vantage,--wondrous dread!-- +Would root these beauties as he roots the mead. + +'O, let him keep his loathsome cabin still; +Beauty hath nought to do with such foul fiends: +Come not within his danger by thy will; +They that thrive well take counsel of their friends. +When thou didst name the boar, not to dissemble, +I fear'd thy fortune, and my joints did tremble. + +'Didst thou not mark my face? was it not white? +Saw'st thou not signs of fear lurk in mine eye? +Grew I not faint? and fell I not downright? +Within my bosom, whereon thou dost lie, +My boding heart pants, beats, and takes no rest, +But, like an earthquake, shakes thee on my breast. + +'For where Love reigns, disturbing Jealousy +Doth call himself Affection's sentinel; +Gives false alarms, suggesteth mutiny, +And in a peaceful hour doth cry 'Kill, kill!' +Distempering gentle Love in his desire, +As air and water do abate the fire. + +'This sour informer, this bate-breeding spy, +This canker that eats up Love's tender spring, +This carry-tale, dissentious Jealousy, +That sometime true news, sometime false doth bring, +Knocks at my heat and whispers in mine ear +That if I love thee, I thy death should fear: + +'And more than so, presenteth to mine eye +The picture of an angry-chafing boar, +Under whose sharp fangs on his back doth lie +An image like thyself, all stain'd with gore; +Whose blood upon the fresh flowers being shed +Doth make them droop with grief and hang the head. + +'What should I do, seeing thee so indeed, +That tremble at the imagination? +The thought of it doth make my faint heart bleed, +And fear doth teach it divination: +I prophesy thy death, my living sorrow, +If thou encounter with the boar to-morrow. + +'But if thou needs wilt hunt, be ruled by me; +Uncouple at the timorous flying hare, +Or at the fox which lives by subtlety, +Or at the roe which no encounter dare: +Pursue these fearful creatures o'er the downs, +And on thy well-breath'd horse keep with thy +hounds. + +'And when thou hast on foot the purblind hare, +Mark the poor wretch, to overshoot his troubles +How he outruns the wind and with what care +He cranks and crosses with a thousand doubles: +The many musets through the which he goes +Are like a labyrinth to amaze his foes. + +'Sometime he runs among a flock of sheep, +To make the cunning hounds mistake their smell, +And sometime where earth-delving conies keep, +To stop the loud pursuers in their yell, +And sometime sorteth with a herd of deer: +Danger deviseth shifts; wit waits on fear: + +'For there his smell with others being mingled, +The hot scent-snuffing hounds are driven to doubt, +Ceasing their clamorous cry till they have singled +With much ado the cold fault cleanly out; +Then do they spend their mouths: Echo replies, +As if another chase were in the skies. + +'By this, poor Wat, far off upon a hill, +Stands on his hinder legs with listening ear, +To harken if his foes pursue him still: +Anon their loud alarums he doth hear; +And now his grief may be compared well +To one sore sick that hears the passing-bell. + +'Then shalt thou see the dew-bedabbled wretch +Turn, and return, indenting with the way; +Each envious brier his weary legs doth scratch, +Each shadow makes him stop, each murmur stay: +For misery is trodden on by many, +And being low never relieved by any. + +'Lie quietly, and hear a little more; +Nay, do not struggle, for thou shalt not rise: +To make thee hate the hunting of the boar, +Unlike myself thou hear'st me moralize, +Applying this to that, and so to so; +For love can comment upon every woe. + +'Where did I leave?' 'No matter where,' quoth he, +'Leave me, and then the story aptly ends: +The night is spent.' 'Why, what of that?' quoth she. +'I am,' quoth he, 'expected of my friends; +And now 'tis dark, and going I shall fall.' +'In night,' quoth she, 'desire sees best of all + +'But if thou fall, O, then imagine this, +The earth, in love with thee, thy footing trips, +And all is but to rob thee of a kiss. +Rich preys make true men thieves; so do thy lips +Make modest Dian cloudy and forlorn, +Lest she should steal a kiss and die forsworn. + +'Now of this dark night I perceive the reason: +Cynthia for shame obscures her silver shine, +Till forging Nature be condemn'd of treason, +For stealing moulds from heaven that were divine; +Wherein she framed thee in high heaven's despite, +To shame the sun by day and her by night. + +'And therefore hath she bribed the Destinies +To cross the curious workmanship of nature, +To mingle beauty with infirmities, +And pure perfection with impure defeature, +Making it subject to the tyranny +Of mad mischances and much misery; + +'As burning fevers, agues pale and faint, +Life-poisoning pestilence and frenzies wood, +The marrow-eating sickness, whose attaint +Disorder breeds by heating of the blood: +Surfeits, imposthumes, grief, and damn'd despair, +Swear nature's death for framing thee so fair. + +'And not the least of all these maladies +But in one minute's fight brings beauty under: +Both favour, savour, hue and qualities, +Whereat the impartial gazer late did wonder, +Are on the sudden wasted, thaw'd and done, +As mountain-snow melts with the midday sun. + +'Therefore, despite of fruitless chastity, +Love-lacking vestals and self-loving nuns, +That on the earth would breed a scarcity +And barren dearth of daughters and of sons, +Be prodigal: the lamp that burns by night +Dries up his oil to lend the world his light. + +'What is thy body but a swallowing grave, +Seeming to bury that posterity +Which by the rights of time thou needs must have, +If thou destroy them not in dark obscurity? +If so, the world will hold thee in disdain, +Sith in thy pride so fair a hope is slain. + +'So in thyself thyself art made away; +A mischief worse than civil home-bred strife, +Or theirs whose desperate hands themselves do slay, +Or butcher-sire that reaves his son of life. +Foul-cankering rust the hidden treasure frets, +But gold that's put to use more gold begets.' + +'Nay, then,' quoth Adon, 'you will fall again +Into your idle over-handled theme: +The kiss I gave you is bestow'd in vain, +And all in vain you strive against the stream; +For, by this black-faced night, desire's foul nurse, +Your treatise makes me like you worse and worse. + +'If love have lent you twenty thousand tongues, +And every tongue more moving than your own, +Bewitching like the wanton mermaid's songs, +Yet from mine ear the tempting tune is blown +For know, my heart stands armed in mine ear, +And will not let a false sound enter there; + +'Lest the deceiving harmony should run +Into the quiet closure of my breast; +And then my little heart were quite undone, +In his bedchamber to be barr'd of rest. +No, lady, no; my heart longs not to groan, +But soundly sleeps, while now it sleeps alone. + +'What have you urged that I cannot reprove? +The path is smooth that leadeth on to danger: +I hate not love, but your device in love, +That lends embracements unto every stranger. +You do it for increase: O strange excuse, +When reason is the bawd to lust's abuse! + +'Call it not love, for Love to heaven is fled, +Since sweating Lust on earth usurp'd his name; +Under whose simple semblance he hath fed +Upon fresh beauty, blotting it with blame; +Which the hot tyrant stains and soon bereaves, +As caterpillars do the tender leaves. + +'Love comforteth like sunshine after rain, +But Lust's effect is tempest after sun; +Love's gentle spring doth always fresh remain, +Lust's winter comes ere summer half be done; +Love surfeits not, Lust like a glutton dies; +Love is all truth, Lust full of forged lies. + +'More I could tell, but more I dare not say; +The text is old, the orator too green. +Therefore, in sadness, now I will away; +My face is full of shame, my heart of teen: +Mine ears, that to your wanton talk attended, +Do burn themselves for having so offended.' + +With this, he breaketh from the sweet embrace, +Of those fair arms which bound him to her breast, +And homeward through the dark laund runs apace; +Leaves Love upon her back deeply distress'd. +Look, how a bright star shooteth from the sky, +So glides he in the night from Venus' eye. + +Which after him she darts, as one on shore +Gazing upon a late-embarked friend, +Till the wild waves will have him seen no more, +Whose ridges with the meeting clouds contend: +So did the merciless and pitchy night +Fold in the object that did feed her sight. + +Whereat amazed, as one that unaware +Hath dropp'd a precious jewel in the flood, +Or stonish'd as night-wanderers often are, +Their light blown out in some mistrustful wood, +Even so confounded in the dark she lay, +Having lost the fair discovery of her way. + +And now she beats her heart, whereat it groans, +That all the neighbour caves, as seeming troubled, +Make verbal repetition of her moans; +Passion on passion deeply is redoubled: +'Ay me!' she cries, and twenty times 'Woe, woe!' +And twenty echoes twenty times cry so. + +She marking them begins a wailing note +And sings extemporally a woeful ditty; +How love makes young men thrall and old men dote; +How love is wise in folly, foolish-witty: +Her heavy anthem still concludes in woe, +And still the choir of echoes answer so. + +Her song was tedious and outwore the night, +For lovers' hours are long, though seeming short: +If pleased themselves, others, they think, delight +In such-like circumstance, with suchlike sport: +Their copious stories oftentimes begun +End without audience and are never done. + +For who hath she to spend the night withal +But idle sounds resembling parasites, +Like shrill-tongued tapsters answering every call, +Soothing the humour of fantastic wits? +She says ''Tis so:' they answer all ''Tis so;' +And would say after her, if she said 'No.' + +Lo, here the gentle lark, weary of rest, +From his moist cabinet mounts up on high, +And wakes the morning, from whose silver breast +The sun ariseth in his majesty; +Who doth the world so gloriously behold +That cedar-tops and hills seem burnish'd gold. + +Venus salutes him with this fair good-morrow: +'O thou clear god, and patron of all light, +From whom each lamp and shining star doth borrow +The beauteous influence that makes him bright, +There lives a son that suck'd an earthly mother, +May lend thee light, as thou dost lend to other.' + +This said, she hasteth to a myrtle grove, +Musing the morning is so much o'erworn, +And yet she hears no tidings of her love: +She hearkens for his hounds and for his horn: +Anon she hears them chant it lustily, +And all in haste she coasteth to the cry. + +And as she runs, the bushes in the way +Some catch her by the neck, some kiss her face, +Some twine about her thigh to make her stay: +She wildly breaketh from their strict embrace, +Like a milch doe, whose swelling dugs do ache, +Hasting to feed her fawn hid in some brake. + +By this, she hears the hounds are at a bay; +Whereat she starts, like one that spies an adder +Wreathed up in fatal folds just in his way, +The fear whereof doth make him shake and shudder; +Even so the timorous yelping of the hounds +Appals her senses and her spirit confounds. + +For now she knows it is no gentle chase, +But the blunt boar, rough bear, or lion proud, +Because the cry remaineth in one place, +Where fearfully the dogs exclaim aloud: +Finding their enemy to be so curst, +They all strain courtesy who shall cope him first. + +This dismal cry rings sadly in her ear, +Through which it enters to surprise her heart; +Who, overcome by doubt and bloodless fear, +With cold-pale weakness numbs each feeling part: +Like soldiers, when their captain once doth yield, +They basely fly and dare not stay the field. + +Thus stands she in a trembling ecstasy; +Till, cheering up her senses all dismay'd, +She tells them 'tis a causeless fantasy, +And childish error, that they are afraid; +Bids them leave quaking, bids them fear no more:-- +And with that word she spied the hunted boar, + +Whose frothy mouth, bepainted all with red, +Like milk and blood being mingled both together, +A second fear through all her sinews spread, +Which madly hurries her she knows not whither: +This way runs, and now she will no further, +But back retires to rate the boar for murther. + +A thousand spleens bear her a thousand ways; +She treads the path that she untreads again; +Her more than haste is mated with delays, +Like the proceedings of a drunken brain, +Full of respects, yet nought at all respecting; +In hand with all things, nought at all effecting. + +Here kennell'd in a brake she finds a hound, +And asks the weary caitiff for his master, +And there another licking of his wound, +'Gainst venom'd sores the only sovereign plaster; +And here she meets another sadly scowling, +To whom she speaks, and he replies with howling. + +When he hath ceased his ill-resounding noise, +Another flap-mouth'd mourner, black and grim, +Against the welkin volleys out his voice; +Another and another answer him, +Clapping their proud tails to the ground below, +Shaking their scratch'd ears, bleeding as they go. + +Look, how the world's poor people are amazed +At apparitions, signs and prodigies, +Whereon with fearful eyes they long have gazed, +Infusing them with dreadful prophecies; +So she at these sad signs draws up her breath +And sighing it again, exclaims on Death. + +'Hard-favour'd tyrant, ugly, meagre, lean, +Hateful divorce of love,'--thus chides she Death,-- +'Grim-grinning ghost, earth's worm, what dost thou mean +To stifle beauty and to steal his breath, +Who when he lived, his breath and beauty set +Gloss on the rose, smell to the violet? + +'If he be dead,--O no, it cannot be, +Seeing his beauty, thou shouldst strike at it:-- +O yes, it may; thou hast no eyes to see, +But hatefully at random dost thou hit. +Thy mark is feeble age, but thy false dart +Mistakes that aim and cleaves an infant's heart. + +'Hadst thou but bid beware, then he had spoke, +And, hearing him, thy power had lost his power. +The Destinies will curse thee for this stroke; +They bid thee crop a weed, thou pluck'st a flower: +Love's golden arrow at him should have fled, +And not Death's ebon dart, to strike dead. + +'Dost thou drink tears, that thou provokest such weeping? +What may a heavy groan advantage thee? +Why hast thou cast into eternal sleeping +Those eyes that taught all other eyes to see? +Now Nature cares not for thy mortal vigour, +Since her best work is ruin'd with thy rigour.' + +Here overcome, as one full of despair, +She vail'd her eyelids, who, like sluices, stopt +The crystal tide that from her two cheeks fair +In the sweet channel of her bosom dropt; +But through the flood-gates breaks the silver rain, +And with his strong course opens them again. + +O, how her eyes and tears did lend and borrow! +Her eyes seen in the tears, tears in her eye; +Both crystals, where they view'd each other's sorrow, +Sorrow that friendly sighs sought still to dry; +But like a stormy day, now wind, now rain, +Sighs dry her cheeks, tears make them wet again. + +Variable passions throng her constant woe, +As striving who should best become her grief; +All entertain'd, each passion labours so, +That every present sorrow seemeth chief, +But none is best: then join they all together, +Like many clouds consulting for foul weather. + +By this, far off she hears some huntsman hollo; +A nurse's song ne'er pleased her babe so well: +The dire imagination she did follow +This sound of hope doth labour to expel; +For now reviving joy bids her rejoice, +And flatters her it is Adonis' voice. + +Whereat her tears began to turn their tide, +Being prison'd in her eye like pearls in glass; +Yet sometimes falls an orient drop beside, +Which her cheek melts, as scorning it should pass, +To wash the foul face of the sluttish ground, +Who is but drunken when she seemeth drown'd. + +O hard-believing love, how strange it seems +Not to believe, and yet too credulous! +Thy weal and woe are both of them extremes; +Despair and hope makes thee ridiculous: +The one doth flatter thee in thoughts unlikely, +In likely thoughts the other kills thee quickly. + +Now she unweaves the web that she hath wrought; +Adonis lives, and Death is not to blame; +It was not she that call'd him, all-to naught: +Now she adds honours to his hateful name; +She clepes him king of graves and grave for kings, +Imperious supreme of all mortal things. + +'No, no,' quoth she, 'sweet Death, I did but jest; +Yet pardon me I felt a kind of fear +When as I met the boar, that bloody beast, +Which knows no pity, but is still severe; +Then, gentle shadow,--truth I must confess,-- +I rail'd on thee, fearing my love's decease. + +''Tis not my fault: the boar provoked my tongue; +Be wreak'd on him, invisible commander; +'Tis he, foul creature, that hath done thee wrong; +I did but act, he's author of thy slander: +Grief hath two tongues, and never woman yet +Could rule them both without ten women's wit.' + +Thus hoping that Adonis is alive, +Her rash suspect she doth extenuate; +And that his beauty may the better thrive, +With Death she humbly doth insinuate; +Tells him of trophies, statues, tombs, and stories +His victories, his triumphs and his glories. + +'O Jove,' quoth she, 'how much a fool was I +To be of such a weak and silly mind +To wail his death who lives and must not die +Till mutual overthrow of mortal kind! +For he being dead, with him is beauty slain, +And, beauty dead, black chaos comes again. + +'Fie, fie, fond love, thou art so full of fear +As one with treasure laden, hemm'd thieves; +Trifles, unwitnessed with eye or ear, +Thy coward heart with false bethinking grieves.' +Even at this word she hears a merry horn, +Whereat she leaps that was but late forlorn. + +As falcon to the lure, away she flies; +The grass stoops not, she treads on it so light; +And in her haste unfortunately spies +The foul boar's conquest on her fair delight; +Which seen, her eyes, as murder'd with the view, +Like stars ashamed of day, themselves withdrew; + +Or, as the snail, whose tender horns being hit, +Shrinks backward in his shelly cave with pain, +And there, all smother'd up, in shade doth sit, +Long after fearing to creep forth again; +So, at his bloody view, her eyes are fled +Into the deep dark cabins of her head: + +Where they resign their office and their light +To the disposing of her troubled brain; +Who bids them still consort with ugly night, +And never wound the heart with looks again; +Who like a king perplexed in his throne, +By their suggestion gives a deadly groan, + +Whereat each tributary subject quakes; +As when the wind, imprison'd in the ground, +Struggling for passage, earth's foundation shakes, +Which with cold terror doth men's minds confound. +This mutiny each part doth so surprise +That from their dark beds once more leap her eyes; + +And, being open'd, threw unwilling light +Upon the wide wound that the boar had trench'd +In his soft flank; whose wonted lily white +With purple tears, that his wound wept, was drench'd: +No flower was nigh, no grass, herb, leaf, or weed, +But stole his blood and seem'd with him to bleed. + +This solemn sympathy poor Venus noteth; +Over one shoulder doth she hang her head; +Dumbly she passions, franticly she doteth; +She thinks he could not die, he is not dead: +Her voice is stopt, her joints forget to bow; +Her eyes are mad that they have wept til now. + +Upon his hurt she looks so steadfastly, +That her sight dazzling makes the wound seem three; +And then she reprehends her mangling eye, +That makes more gashes where no breach should be: +His face seems twain, each several limb is doubled; +For oft the eye mistakes, the brain being troubled. + +'My tongue cannot express my grief for one, +And yet,' quoth she, 'behold two Adons dead! +My sighs are blown away, my salt tears gone, +Mine eyes are turn'd to fire, my heart to lead: +Heavy heart's lead, melt at mine eyes' red fire! +So shall I die by drops of hot desire. + +'Alas, poor world, what treasure hast thou lost! +What face remains alive that's worth the viewing? +Whose tongue is music now? what canst thou boast +Of things long since, or any thing ensuing? +The flowers are sweet, their colours fresh and trim; +But true-sweet beauty lived and died with him. + +'Bonnet nor veil henceforth no creature wear! +Nor sun nor wind will ever strive to kiss you: +Having no fair to lose, you need not fear; +The sun doth scorn you and the wind doth hiss you: +But when Adonis lived, sun and sharp air +Lurk'd like two thieves, to rob him of his fair: + +'And therefore would he put his bonnet on, +Under whose brim the gaudy sun would peep; +The wind would blow it off and, being gone, +Play with his locks: then would Adonis weep; +And straight, in pity of his tender years, +They both would strive who first should dry his tears. + +'To see his face the lion walk'd along +Behind some hedge, because he would not fear him; +To recreate himself when he hath sung, +The tiger would be tame and gently hear him; +If he had spoke, the wolf would leave his prey +And never fright the silly lamb that day. + +'When he beheld his shadow in the brook, +The fishes spread on it their golden gills; +When he was by, the birds such pleasure took, +That some would sing, some other in their bills +Would bring him mulberries and ripe-red cherries; +He fed them with his sight, they him with berries. + +'But this foul, grim, and urchin-snouted boar, +Whose downward eye still looketh for a grave, +Ne'er saw the beauteous livery that he wore; +Witness the entertainment that he gave: +If he did see his face, why then I know +He thought to kiss him, and hath kill'd him so. + +''Tis true, 'tis true; thus was Adonis slain: +He ran upon the boar with his sharp spear, +Who did not whet his teeth at him again, +But by a kiss thought to persuade him there; +And nuzzling in his flank, the loving swine +Sheathed unaware the tusk in his soft groin. + +'Had I been tooth'd like him, I must confess, +With kissing him I should have kill'd him first; +But he is dead, and never did he bless +My youth with his; the more am I accurst.' +With this, she falleth in the place she stood, +And stains her face with his congealed blood. + +She looks upon his lips, and they are pale; +She takes him by the hand, and that is cold; +She whispers in his ears a heavy tale, +As if they heard the woeful words she told; +She lifts the coffer-lids that close his eyes, +Where, lo, two lamps, burnt out, in darkness lies; + +Two glasses, where herself herself beheld +A thousand times, and now no more reflect; +Their virtue lost, wherein they late excell'd, +And every beauty robb'd of his effect: +'Wonder of time,' quoth she, 'this is my spite, +That, thou being dead, the day should yet be light. + +'Since thou art dead, lo, here I prophesy: +Sorrow on love hereafter shall attend: +It shall be waited on with jealousy, +Find sweet beginning, but unsavoury end, +Ne'er settled equally, but high or low, +That all love's pleasure shall not match his woe. + +'It shall be fickle, false and full of fraud, +Bud and be blasted in a breathing-while; +The bottom poison, and the top o'erstraw'd +With sweets that shall the truest sight beguile: +The strongest body shall it make most weak, +Strike the wise dumb and teach the fool to speak. + +'It shall be sparing and too full of riot, +Teaching decrepit age to tread the measures; +The staring ruffian shall it keep in quiet, +Pluck down the rich, enrich the poor with treasures; +It shall be raging-mad and silly-mild, +Make the young old, the old become a child. + +'It shall suspect where is no cause of fear; +It shall not fear where it should most mistrust; +It shall be merciful and too severe, +And most deceiving when it seems most just; +Perverse it shall be where it shows most toward, +Put fear to valour, courage to the coward. + +'It shall be cause of war and dire events, +And set dissension 'twixt the son and sire; +Subject and servile to all discontents, +As dry combustious matter is to fire: +Sith in his prime Death doth my love destroy, +They that love best their loves shall not enjoy.' + +By this, the boy that by her side lay kill'd +Was melted like a vapour from her sight, +And in his blood that on the ground lay spill'd, +A purple flower sprung up, chequer'd with white, +Resembling well his pale cheeks and the blood +Which in round drops upon their whiteness stood. + +She bows her head, the new-sprung flower to smell, +Comparing it to her Adonis' breath, +And says, within her bosom it shall dwell, +Since he himself is reft from her by death: +She crops the stalk, and in the breach appears +Green dropping sap, which she compares to tears. + +'Poor flower,' quoth she, 'this was thy fathers guise-- +Sweet issue of a more sweet-smelling sire-- +For every little grief to wet his eyes: +To grow unto himself was his desire, +And so 'tis thine; but know, it is as good +To wither in my breast as in his blood. + +'Here was thy father's bed, here in my breast; +Thou art the next of blood, and 'tis thy right: +Lo, in this hollow cradle take thy rest, +My throbbing heart shall rock thee day and night: +There shall not be one minute in an hour +Wherein I will not kiss my sweet love's flower.' + +Thus weary of the world, away she hies, +And yokes her silver doves; by whose swift aid +Their mistress mounted through the empty skies +In her light chariot quickly is convey'd; +Holding their course to Paphos, where their queen +Means to immure herself and not be seen. 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Venus and Adonis

RIGHT HONORABLE,
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I KNOW not how I shall offend in dedicating my unpolished lines to -your lordship, nor how the world will censure me for choosing so -strong a prop to support so weak a burden only, if your honour seem -but pleased, I account myself highly praised, and vow to take -advantage of all idle hours, till I have honoured you with some graver -labour. But if the first heir of my invention prove deformed, I shall -be sorry it had so noble a god-father, and never after ear so barren a -land, for fear it yield me still so bad a harvest. I leave it to your -honourable survey, and your honour to your heart's content; which I -wish may always answer your own wish and the world's hopeful -expectation.

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+I KNOW not how I shall offend in dedicating my unpolished lines to
+your lordship, nor how the world will censure me for choosing so
+strong a prop to support so weak a burden only, if your honour seem
+but pleased, I account myself highly praised, and vow to take
+advantage of all idle hours, till I have honoured you with some graver
+labour. But if the first heir of my invention prove deformed, I shall
+be sorry it had so noble a god-father, and never after ear so barren a
+land, for fear it yield me still so bad a harvest. I leave it to your
+honourable survey, and your honour to your heart's content; which I
+wish may always answer your own wish and the world's hopeful
+expectation. +
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Your honour's in all duty,
-WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE.

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+Your honour's in all duty,
+WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE. +
EVEN as the sun with purple-colour'd face
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Venus and Adonis

Means to immure herself and not be seen.
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