The Second Part of Henry VI

A historical play written in 1590 by William Shakespeare

1(stage directions)11[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]
211SUFFOLKAs 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.
311KING HENRY VISuffolk, 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.
411MARGARETGreat 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.
511KING HENRY VIHer 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.
611ALL[Kneeling] Long live Queen Margaret, England's happiness!
711MARGARETWe thank you all.
8(stage directions)11[Flourish]
911SUFFOLKMy 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.
1011GLOUCESTER[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'--
11(stage directions)11[Lets the paper fall]
1211KING HENRY VIUncle, how now!
1311GLOUCESTERPardon me, gracious lord; Some sudden qualm hath struck me at the heart And dimm'd mine eyes, that I can read no further.
1411KING HENRY VIUncle of Winchester, I pray, read on.
1511BISHOP OF WINCHESTER[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.'
1611KING HENRY VIThey 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.
17(stage directions)11[Exeunt KING HENRY VI, QUEEN MARGARET, and SUFFOLK]
1811GLOUCESTERBrave 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!
1911BISHOP OF WINCHESTERNephew, what means this passionate discourse, This peroration with such circumstance? For France, 'tis ours; and we will keep it still.
2011GLOUCESTERAy, 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.
2111SALISBURYNow, by the death of Him that died for all, These counties were the keys of Normandy. But wherefore weeps Warwick, my valiant son?
2211WARWICKFor 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!
2311PLANTAGENETFor 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.
2411GLOUCESTERA 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--
2511BISHOP OF WINCHESTERMy Lord of Gloucester, now ye grow too hot: It was the pleasure of my lord the King.
2611GLOUCESTERMy 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.
27(stage directions)11[Exit]
2811BISHOP OF WINCHESTERSo, 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.
2911BUCKINGHAMWhy 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.
3011BISHOP OF WINCHESTERThis weighty business will not brook delay: I'll to the Duke of Suffolk presently.
31(stage directions)11[Exit]
3211SOMERSETCousin 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.
3311BUCKINGHAMOr thou or I, Somerset, will be protector, Despite Duke Humphrey or the cardinal.
34(stage directions)11[Exeunt BUCKINGHAM and SOMERSET]
3511SALISBURYPride 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.
3611WARWICKSo God help Warwick, as he loves the land, And common profit of his country!
3711PLANTAGENET[Aside] And so says York, for he hath greatest cause.
3811SALISBURYThen let's make haste away, and look unto the main.
3911WARWICKUnto 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,
40(stage directions)11[Exeunt WARWICK and SALISBURY]
4111PLANTAGENETAnjou 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.
42(stage directions)11[Exit]
43(stage directions)12[Enter GLOUCESTER and his DUCHESS]
4412DUCHESSWhy 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.
4512GLOUCESTERO 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.
4612DUCHESSWhat dream'd my lord? tell me, and I'll requite it With sweet rehearsal of my morning's dream.
4712GLOUCESTERMethought 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.
4812DUCHESSTut, 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.
4912GLOUCESTERNay, 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!
5012DUCHESSWhat, 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.
5112GLOUCESTERNay, be not angry; I am pleased again.
52(stage directions)12[Enter Messenger]
5312MESSENGERMy 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.
5412GLOUCESTERI go. Come, Nell, thou wilt ride with us?
5512DUCHESSYes, 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.
56(stage directions)12[Enter HUME]
5712HUMEJesus preserve your royal majesty!
5812DUCHESSWhat say'st thou? majesty! I am but grace.
5912HUMEBut, by the grace of God, and Hume's advice, Your grace's title shall be multiplied.
6012DUCHESSWhat 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?
6112HUMEThis 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.
6212DUCHESSIt 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.
63(stage directions)12[Exit]
6412HUMEHume 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.
65(stage directions)12[Exit] [Enter three or four Petitioners, PETER, the] Armourer's man, being one]
6613FIRST PETITIONERMy 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.
6713SECOND PETITIONERMarry, the Lord protect him, for he's a good man! Jesu bless him!
68(stage directions)13[Enter SUFFOLK and QUEEN MARGARET]
6913PETERHere a' comes, methinks, and the queen with him. I'll be the first, sure.
7013SECOND PETITIONERCome back, fool; this is the Duke of Suffolk, and not my lord protector.
7113SUFFOLKHow now, fellow! would'st anything with me?
7213FIRST PETITIONERI pray, my lord, pardon me; I took ye for my lord protector.
7313MARGARET[Reading] 'To my Lord Protector!' Are your supplications to his lordship? Let me see them: what is thine?
7413FIRST PETITIONERMine 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.
7513SUFFOLKThy 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!
7613SECOND PETITIONERAlas, sir, I am but a poor petitioner of our whole township.
7713PETER[Giving his petition] Against my master, Thomas Horner, for saying that the Duke of York was rightful heir to the crown.
7813MARGARETWhat sayst thou? did the Duke of York say he was rightful heir to the crown?
7913PETERThat my master was? no, forsooth: my master said that he was, and that the king was an usurper.
8013SUFFOLKWho 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.
81(stage directions)13[Exit Servant with PETER]
8213MARGARETAnd 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.
8313ALLCome, let's be gone.
84(stage directions)13[Exeunt]
8513MARGARETMy 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.
8613SUFFOLKMadam, be patient: as I was cause Your highness came to England, so will I In England work your grace's full content.
8713MARGARETBeside 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.
8813SUFFOLKAnd he of these that can do most of all Cannot do more in England than the Nevils: Salisbury and Warwick are no simple peers.
8913MARGARETNot 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.
9013SUFFOLKMadam, 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]
9113KING HENRY VIFor my part, noble lords, I care not which; Or Somerset or York, all's one to me.
9213PLANTAGENETIf York have ill demean'd himself in France, Then let him be denay'd the regentship.
9313SOMERSETIf Somerset be unworthy of the place, Let York be regent; I will yield to him.
9413WARWICKWhether your grace be worthy, yea or no, Dispute not that: York is the worthier.
9513BISHOP OF WINCHESTERAmbitious Warwick, let thy betters speak.
9613WARWICKThe cardinal's not my better in the field.
9713BUCKINGHAMAll in this presence are thy betters, Warwick.
9813WARWICKWarwick may live to be the best of all.
9913SALISBURYPeace, son! and show some reason, Buckingham, Why Somerset should be preferred in this.
10013MARGARETBecause the king, forsooth, will have it so.
10113GLOUCESTERMadam, the king is old enough himself To give his censure: these are no women's matters.
10213MARGARETIf he be old enough, what needs your grace To be protector of his excellence?
10313GLOUCESTERMadam, I am protector of the realm; And, at his pleasure, will resign my place.
10413SUFFOLKResign 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.
10513BISHOP OF WINCHESTERThe commons hast thou rack'd; the clergy's bags Are lank and lean with thy extortions.
10613SOMERSETThy sumptuous buildings and thy wife's attire Have cost a mass of public treasury.
10713BUCKINGHAMThy cruelty in execution Upon offenders, hath exceeded law, And left thee to the mercy of the law.
10813MARGARETThey 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?
10913DUCHESSWas'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.
11013KING HENRY VISweet aunt, be quiet; 'twas against her will.
11113DUCHESSAgainst 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.
112(stage directions)13[Exit]
11313BUCKINGHAMLord 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.
114(stage directions)13[Exit]
115(stage directions)13[Re-enter GLOUCESTER]
11613GLOUCESTERNow, 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.
11713SUFFOLKBefore we make election, give me leave To show some reason, of no little force, That York is most unmeet of any man.
11813PLANTAGENETI'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.
11913WARWICKThat can I witness; and a fouler fact Did never traitor in the land commit.
12013SUFFOLKPeace, headstrong Warwick!
12113WARWICKImage of pride, why should I hold my peace? [Enter HORNER, the Armourer, and his man] PETER, guarded]
12213SUFFOLKBecause here is a man accused of treason: Pray God the Duke of York excuse himself!
12313PLANTAGENETDoth any one accuse York for a traitor?
12413KING HENRY VIWhat mean'st thou, Suffolk; tell me, what are these?
12513SUFFOLKPlease 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.
12613KING HENRY VISay, man, were these thy words?
12713HORNERAn't shall please your majesty, I never said nor thought any such matter: God is my witness, I am falsely accused by the villain.
12813PETERBy 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.
12913PLANTAGENETBase 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.
13013HORNERAlas, 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.
13113KING HENRY VIUncle, what shall we say to this in law?
13213GLOUCESTERThis 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.
13313SOMERSETI humbly thank your royal majesty.
13413HORNERAnd I accept the combat willingly.
13513PETERAlas, 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!
13613GLOUCESTERSirrah, or you must fight, or else be hang'd.
13713KING HENRY VIAway 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.
138(stage directions)13[Flourish. Exeunt]
139(stage directions)14[Enter MARGARET JOURDAIN, HUME, SOUTHWELL, and BOLINGBROKE]
14014HUMECome, my masters; the duchess, I tell you, expects performance of your promises.
14114BOLINGBROKEMaster Hume, we are therefore provided: will her ladyship behold and hear our exorcisms?
14214HUMEAy, what else? fear you not her courage.
14314BOLINGBROKEI 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.
144(stage directions)14[Enter the DUCHESS aloft, HUME following]
14514DUCHESSWell said, my masters; and welcome all. To this gear the sooner the better.
14614BOLINGBROKEPatience, 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]
14814MARGARET JOURDAINAsmath, 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.
14914SPIRITAsk what thou wilt. That I had said and done!
15014BOLINGBROKE'First of the king: what shall of him become?'
151(stage directions)14[Reading out of a paper]
15214SPIRITThe duke yet lives that Henry shall depose; But him outlive, and die a violent death.
153(stage directions)14[As the Spirit speaks, SOUTHWELL writes the answer]
15414BOLINGBROKE'What fates await the Duke of Suffolk?'
15514SPIRITBy water shall he die, and take his end.
15614BOLINGBROKE'What shall befall the Duke of Somerset?'
15714SPIRITLet him shun castles; Safer shall he be upon the sandy plains Than where castles mounted stand. Have done, for more I hardly can endure.
15814BOLINGBROKEDescend to darkness and the burning lake! False fiend, avoid! [Thunder and lightning. Exit Spirit] [Enter YORK and BUCKINGHAM with their Guard] and break in]
15914PLANTAGENETLay 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.
16014DUCHESSNot half so bad as thine to England's king, Injurious duke, that threatest where's no cause.
16114BUCKINGHAMTrue, 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!
162(stage directions)14[Exeunt guard with MARGARET JOURDAIN, SOUTHWELL, &c]
16314PLANTAGENETLord 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.
16414BUCKINGHAMYour grace shall give me leave, my Lord of York, To be the post, in hope of his reward.
16514PLANTAGENETAt 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!
166(stage directions)14[Exeunt] [Enter KING HENRY VI, QUEEN MARGARET, GLOUCESTER,] CARDINAL, and SUFFOLK, with Falconers halloing]
16721MARGARETBelieve 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.
16821KING HENRY VIBut 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.
16921SUFFOLKNo 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.
17021GLOUCESTERMy lord, 'tis but a base ignoble mind That mounts no higher than a bird can soar.
17121BISHOP OF WINCHESTERI thought as much; he would be above the clouds.
17221GLOUCESTERAy, my lord cardinal? how think you by that? Were it not good your grace could fly to heaven?
17321KING HENRY VIThe treasury of everlasting joy.
17421BISHOP OF WINCHESTERThy 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!
17521GLOUCESTERWhat, 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?
17621SUFFOLKNo malice, sir; no more than well becomes So good a quarrel and so bad a peer.
17721GLOUCESTERAs who, my lord?
17821SUFFOLKWhy, as you, my lord, An't like your lordly lord-protectorship.
17921GLOUCESTERWhy, Suffolk, England knows thine insolence.
18021MARGARETAnd thy ambition, Gloucester.
18121KING HENRY VII prithee, peace, good queen, And whet not on these furious peers; For blessed are the peacemakers on earth.
18221BISHOP OF WINCHESTERLet me be blessed for the peace I make, Against this proud protector, with my sword!
18321GLOUCESTER[Aside to CARDINAL] Faith, holy uncle, would 'twere come to that!
18421BISHOP OF WINCHESTER[Aside to GLOUCESTER] Marry, when thou darest.
18521GLOUCESTER[Aside to CARDINAL] Make up no factious numbers for the matter; In thine own person answer thy abuse.
18621BISHOP OF WINCHESTER[Aside to GLOUCESTER] Ay, where thou darest not peep: an if thou darest, This evening, on the east side of the grove.
18721KING HENRY VIHow now, my lords!
18821BISHOP OF WINCHESTERBelieve 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.
18921GLOUCESTERTrue, uncle.
19021BISHOP OF WINCHESTER[Aside to GLOUCESTER] Are ye advised? the east side of the grove?
19121GLOUCESTER[Aside to CARDINAL] Cardinal, I am with you.
19221KING HENRY VIWhy, how now, uncle Gloucester!
19321GLOUCESTERTalking 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.
19421BISHOP OF WINCHESTER[Aside to GLOUCESTER] Medice, teipsum-- Protector, see to't well, protect yourself.
19521KING HENRY VIThe 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.
196(stage directions)21[Enter a Townsman of Saint Alban's, crying 'A miracle!']
19721GLOUCESTERWhat means this noise? Fellow, what miracle dost thou proclaim?
19821TOWNSMANA miracle! a miracle!
19921SUFFOLKCome to the king and tell him what miracle.
20021TOWNSMANForsooth, 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.
20121KING HENRY VINow, 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]
20221BISHOP OF WINCHESTERHere comes the townsmen on procession, To present your highness with the man.
20321KING HENRY VIGreat is his comfort in this earthly vale, Although by his sight his sin be multiplied.
20421GLOUCESTERStand by, my masters: bring him near the king; His highness' pleasure is to talk with him.
20521KING HENRY VIGood fellow, tell us here the circumstance, That we for thee may glorify the Lord. What, hast thou been long blind and now restored?
20621SIMPCOXBorn blind, an't please your grace.
20721WIFEAy, indeed, was he.
20821SUFFOLKWhat woman is this?
20921WIFEHis wife, an't like your worship.
21021GLOUCESTERHadst thou been his mother, thou couldst have better told.
21121KING HENRY VIWhere wert thou born?
21221SIMPCOXAt Berwick in the north, an't like your grace.
21321KING HENRY VIPoor 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.
21421MARGARETTell me, good fellow, camest thou here by chance, Or of devotion, to this holy shrine?
21521SIMPCOXGod 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.'
21621WIFEMost true, forsooth; and many time and oft Myself have heard a voice to call him so.
21721BISHOP OF WINCHESTERWhat, art thou lame?
21821SIMPCOXAy, God Almighty help me!
21921SUFFOLKHow camest thou so?
22021SIMPCOXA fall off of a tree.
22121WIFEA plum-tree, master.
22221GLOUCESTERHow long hast thou been blind?
22321SIMPCOXBorn so, master.
22421GLOUCESTERWhat, and wouldst climb a tree?
22521SIMPCOXBut that in all my life, when I was a youth.
22621WIFEToo true; and bought his climbing very dear.
22721GLOUCESTERMass, thou lovedst plums well, that wouldst venture so.
22821SIMPCOXAlas, good master, my wife desired some damsons, And made me climb, with danger of my life.
22921GLOUCESTERA 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.
23021SIMPCOXYes, master, clear as day, I thank God and Saint Alban.
23121GLOUCESTERSay'st thou me so? What colour is this cloak of?
23221SIMPCOXRed, master; red as blood.
23321GLOUCESTERWhy, that's well said. What colour is my gown of?
23421SIMPCOXBlack, forsooth: coal-black as jet.
23521KING HENRY VIWhy, then, thou know'st what colour jet is of?
23621SUFFOLKAnd yet, I think, jet did he never see.
23721GLOUCESTERBut cloaks and gowns, before this day, a many.
23821WIFENever, before this day, in all his life.
23921GLOUCESTERTell me, sirrah, what's my name?
24021SIMPCOXAlas, master, I know not.
24121GLOUCESTERWhat's his name?
24221SIMPCOXI know not.
24321GLOUCESTERNor his?
24421SIMPCOXNo, indeed, master.
24521GLOUCESTERWhat's thine own name?
24621SIMPCOXSaunder Simpcox, an if it please you, master.
24721GLOUCESTERThen, 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?
24821SIMPCOXO master, that you could!
24921GLOUCESTERMy masters of Saint Alban's, have you not beadles in your town, and things called whips?
25021MAYORYes, my lord, if it please your grace.
25121GLOUCESTERThen send for one presently.
25221MAYORSirrah, go fetch the beadle hither straight.
253(stage directions)21[Exit an Attendant]
25421GLOUCESTERNow 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.
25521SIMPCOXAlas, master, I am not able to stand alone: You go about to torture me in vain.
256(stage directions)21[Enter a Beadle with whips]
25721GLOUCESTERWell, sir, we must have you find your legs. Sirrah beadle, whip him till he leap over that same stool.
25821BEADLEI will, my lord. Come on, sirrah; off with your doublet quickly.
25921SIMPCOXAlas, 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!']
26021KING HENRY VIO God, seest Thou this, and bearest so long?
26121MARGARETIt made me laugh to see the villain run.
26221GLOUCESTERFollow the knave; and take this drab away.
26321WIFEAlas, sir, we did it for pure need.
26421GLOUCESTERLet them be whipped through every market-town, till they come to Berwick, from whence they came.
265(stage directions)21[Exeunt Wife, Beadle, Mayor, &c]
26621BISHOP OF WINCHESTERDuke Humphrey has done a miracle to-day.
26721SUFFOLKTrue; made the lame to leap and fly away.
26821GLOUCESTERBut you have done more miracles than I; You made in a day, my lord, whole towns to fly.
269(stage directions)21[Enter BUCKINGHAM]
27021KING HENRY VIWhat tidings with our cousin Buckingham?
27121BUCKINGHAMSuch 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.
27221BISHOP OF WINCHESTER[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.
27321GLOUCESTERAmbitious 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.
27421KING HENRY VIO God, what mischiefs work the wicked ones, Heaping confusion on their own heads thereby!
27521MARGARETGloucester, see here the tainture of thy nest. And look thyself be faultless, thou wert best.
27621GLOUCESTERMadam, 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.
27721KING HENRY VIWell, 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.
278(stage directions)21[Flourish. Exeunt]
279(stage directions)22[Enter YORK, SALISBURY, and WARWICK]
28022PLANTAGENETNow, 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.
28122SALISBURYMy lord, I long to hear it at full.
28222WARWICKSweet York, begin: and if thy claim be good, The Nevils are thy subjects to command.
28322PLANTAGENETThen 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.
28422WARWICKFather, the duke hath told the truth: Thus got the house of Lancaster the crown.
28522PLANTAGENETWhich 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.
28622SALISBURYBut William of Hatfield died without an heir.
28722PLANTAGENETThe 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.
28822SALISBURYThis 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.
28922PLANTAGENETHis 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.
29022WARWICKWhat 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.
29122BOTHLong live our sovereign Richard, England's king!
29222PLANTAGENETWe 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.
29322SALISBURYMy lord, break we off; we know your mind at full.
29422WARWICKMy heart assures me that the Earl of Warwick Shall one day make the Duke of York a king.
29522PLANTAGENETAnd, Nevil, this I do assure myself: Richard shall live to make the Earl of Warwick The greatest man in England but the king.
29723KING HENRY VIStand 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.
29823DUCHESSWelcome is banishment; welcome were my death.
29923GLOUCESTEREleanor, 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.
30023KING HENRY VIStay, 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.
30123MARGARETI 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.
30223GLOUCESTERMy 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!
303(stage directions)23[Exit]
30423MARGARETWhy, 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.
30523SUFFOLKThus droops this lofty pine and hangs his sprays; Thus Eleanor's pride dies in her youngest days.
30623PLANTAGENETLords, 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.
30723MARGARETAy, good my lord; for purposely therefore Left I the court, to see this quarrel tried.
30823KING HENRY VIO God's name, see the lists and all things fit: Here let them end it; and God defend the right!
30923PLANTAGENETI 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]
31023FIRST NEIGHBOURHere, neighbour Horner, I drink to you in a cup of sack: and fear not, neighbour, you shall do well enough.
31123SECOND NEIGHBOURAnd here, neighbour, here's a cup of charneco.
31223THIRD NEIGHBOURAnd here's a pot of good double beer, neighbour: drink, and fear not your man.
31323HORNERLet it come, i' faith, and I'll pledge you all; and a fig for Peter! for credit of the 'prentices.
31423PETERI 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.
31523SALISBURYCome, leave your drinking, and fall to blows. Sirrah, what's thy name?
31623PETERPeter, forsooth.
31723SALISBURYPeter! what more?
31923SALISBURYThump! then see thou thump thy master well.
32023HORNERMasters, 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!
32123PLANTAGENETDispatch: this knave's tongue begins to double. Sound, trumpets, alarum to the combatants!
322(stage directions)23[Alarum. They fight, and PETER strikes him down]
32323HORNERHold, Peter, hold! I confess, I confess treason.
324(stage directions)23[Dies]
32523PLANTAGENETTake away his weapon. Fellow, thank God, and the good wine in thy master's way.
32623PETERO God, have I overcome mine enemy in this presence? O Peter, thou hast prevailed in right!
32723KING HENRY VIGo, 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.
328(stage directions)23[Sound a flourish. Exeunt] [Enter GLOUCESTER and his Servingmen, in] mourning cloaks]
32924GLOUCESTERThus 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?
33024SERVANTSTen, my lord.
33124GLOUCESTERTen 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]
33224SERVANTSo please your grace, we'll take her from the sheriff.
33324GLOUCESTERNo, stir not, for your lives; let her pass by.
33424DUCHESSCome 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!
33524GLOUCESTERBe patient, gentle Nell; forget this grief.
33624DUCHESSAh, 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.
33724GLOUCESTERAh, 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.
338(stage directions)24[Enter a Herald]
33924HERALDI summon your grace to his majesty's parliament, Holden at Bury the first of this next month.
34024GLOUCESTERAnd 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.
34124SHERIFFAn'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.
34224GLOUCESTERMust you, Sir John, protect my lady here?
34324STANLEYSo am I given in charge, may't please your grace.
34424GLOUCESTEREntreat 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!
34524DUCHESSWhat, gone, my lord, and bid me not farewell!
34624GLOUCESTERWitness my tears, I cannot stay to speak.
347(stage directions)24[Exeunt GLOUCESTER and Servingmen]
34824DUCHESSArt 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.
34924STANLEYWhy, madam, that is to the Isle of Man; There to be used according to your state.
35024DUCHESSThat's bad enough, for I am but reproach: And shall I then be used reproachfully?
35124STANLEYLike to a duchess, and Duke Humphrey's lady; According to that state you shall be used.
35224DUCHESSSheriff, farewell, and better than I fare, Although thou hast been conduct of my shame.
35324SHERIFFIt is my office; and, madam, pardon me.
35424DUCHESSAy, ay, farewell; thy office is discharged. Come, Stanley, shall we go?
35524STANLEYMadam, your penance done, throw off this sheet, And go we to attire you for our journey.
35624DUCHESSMy 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.
357(stage directions)24[Exeunt] [Sound a sennet. Enter KING HENRY VI, QUEEN] MARGARET, CARDINAL, SUFFOLK, YORK, BUCKINGHAM, SALISBURY and WARWICK to the Parliament]
35831KING HENRY VII 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.
35931MARGARETCan 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.
36031SUFFOLKWell 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.
36131BISHOP OF WINCHESTERDid he not, contrary to form of law, Devise strange deaths for small offences done?
36231PLANTAGENETAnd 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.
36331BUCKINGHAMTut, these are petty faults to faults unknown. Which time will bring to light in smooth Duke Humphrey.
36431KING HENRY VIMy 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.
36531MARGARETAh, 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.
366(stage directions)31[Enter SOMERSET]
36731SOMERSETAll health unto my gracious sovereign!
36831KING HENRY VIWelcome, Lord Somerset. What news from France?
36931SOMERSETThat all your interest in those territories Is utterly bereft you; all is lost.
37031KING HENRY VICold news, Lord Somerset: but God's will be done!
37131PLANTAGENET[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.
372(stage directions)31[Enter GLOUCESTER]
37331GLOUCESTERAll happiness unto my lord the king! Pardon, my liege, that I have stay'd so long.
37431SUFFOLKNay, Gloucester, know that thou art come too soon, Unless thou wert more loyal than thou art: I do arrest thee of high treason here.
37531GLOUCESTERWell, 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?
37631PLANTAGENET'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.
37731GLOUCESTERIs 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.
37831BISHOP OF WINCHESTERIt serves you well, my lord, to say so much.
37931GLOUCESTERI say no more than truth, so help me God!
38031PLANTAGENETIn your protectorship you did devise Strange tortures for offenders never heard of, That England was defamed by tyranny.
38131GLOUCESTERWhy, '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.
38231SUFFOLKMy 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.
38331KING HENRY VIMy lord of Gloucester, 'tis my special hope That you will clear yourself from all suspect: My conscience tells me you are innocent.
38431GLOUCESTERAh, 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.'
38531BISHOP OF WINCHESTERMy 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.
38631SUFFOLKHath 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?
38731MARGARETBut I can give the loser leave to chide.
38831GLOUCESTERFar 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.
38931BUCKINGHAMHe'll wrest the sense and hold us here all day: Lord cardinal, he is your prisoner.
39031BISHOP OF WINCHESTERSirs, take away the duke, and guard him sure.
39131GLOUCESTERAh! 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.
392(stage directions)31[Exit, guarded]
39331KING HENRY VIMy lords, what to your wisdoms seemeth best, Do or undo, as if ourself were here.
39431MARGARETWhat, will your highness leave the parliament?
39531KING HENRY VIAy, 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]
39631MARGARETFree 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.
39731BISHOP OF WINCHESTERThat 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.
39831SUFFOLKBut, 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.
39931PLANTAGENETSo that, by this, you would not have him die.
40031SUFFOLKAh, York, no man alive so fain as I!
40131PLANTAGENET'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?
40231MARGARETSo the poor chicken should be sure of death.
40331SUFFOLKMadam, '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.
40431MARGARETThrice-noble Suffolk, 'tis resolutely spoke.
40531SUFFOLKNot 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.
40631BISHOP OF WINCHESTERBut 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.
40731SUFFOLKHere is my hand, the deed is worthy doing.
40831MARGARETAnd so say I.
40931PLANTAGENETAnd I and now we three have spoke it, It skills not greatly who impugns our doom.
410(stage directions)31[Enter a Post]
41131POSTGreat 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.
41231BISHOP OF WINCHESTERA breach that craves a quick expedient stop! What counsel give you in this weighty cause?
41331PLANTAGENETThat Somerset be sent as regent thither: 'Tis meet that lucky ruler be employ'd; Witness the fortune he hath had in France.
41431SOMERSETIf 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.
41531PLANTAGENETNo, 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.
41631MARGARETNay, 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.
41731PLANTAGENETWhat, worse than nought? nay, then, a shame take all!
41831SOMERSETAnd, in the number, thee that wishest shame!
41931BISHOP OF WINCHESTERMy 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?
42031PLANTAGENETI will, my lord, so please his majesty.
42131SUFFOLKWhy, our authority is his consent, And what we do establish he confirms: Then, noble York, take thou this task in hand.
42231PLANTAGENETI am content: provide me soldiers, lords, Whiles I take order for mine own affairs.
42331SUFFOLKA charge, Lord York, that I will see perform'd. But now return we to the false Duke Humphrey.
42431BISHOP OF WINCHESTERNo 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.
42531PLANTAGENETMy Lord of Suffolk, within fourteen days At Bristol I expect my soldiers; For there I'll ship them all for Ireland.
42631SUFFOLKI'll see it truly done, my Lord of York.
427(stage directions)31[Exeunt all but YORK]
42831PLANTAGENETNow, 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.
429(stage directions)31[Exit]
430(stage directions)32[Enter certain Murderers, hastily]
43132FIRST MURDERERRun to my Lord of Suffolk; let him know We have dispatch'd the duke, as he commanded.
43232SECOND MURDERERO that it were to do! What have we done? Didst ever hear a man so penitent?
433(stage directions)32[Enter SUFFOLK]
43432FIRST MURDERERHere comes my lord.
43532SUFFOLKNow, sirs, have you dispatch'd this thing?
43632FIRST MURDERERAy, my good lord, he's dead.
43732SUFFOLKWhy, 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?
43832FIRST MURDERER'Tis, my good lord.
43932SUFFOLKAway! be gone. [Exeunt Murderers] [Sound trumpets. Enter KING HENRY VI, QUEEN] MARGARET, CARDINAL, SOMERSET, with Attendants]
44032KING HENRY VIGo, call our uncle to our presence straight; Say we intend to try his grace to-day. If he be guilty, as 'tis published.
44132SUFFOLKI'll call him presently, my noble lord.
442(stage directions)32[Exit]
44332KING HENRY VILords, 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.
44432MARGARETGod forbid any malice should prevail, That faultless may condemn a nobleman! Pray God he may acquit him of suspicion!
44532KING HENRY VII 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?
44632SUFFOLKDead in his bed, my lord; Gloucester is dead.
44732MARGARETMarry, God forfend!
44832BISHOP OF WINCHESTERGod's secret judgment: I did dream to-night The duke was dumb and could not speak a word.
449(stage directions)32[KING HENRY VI swoons]
45032MARGARETHow fares my lord? Help, lords! the king is dead.
45132SOMERSETRear up his body; wring him by the nose.
45232MARGARETRun, go, help, help! O Henry, ope thine eyes!
45332SUFFOLKHe doth revive again: madam, be patient.
45432KING HENRY VIO heavenly God!
45532MARGARETHow fares my gracious lord?
45632SUFFOLKComfort, my sovereign! gracious Henry, comfort!
45732KING HENRY VIWhat, 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.
45832MARGARETWhy 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!
45932KING HENRY VIAh, woe is me for Gloucester, wretched man!
46032MARGARETBe 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.
461(stage directions)32[Noise within. Enter WARWICK, SALISBURY, and many Commons]
46232WARWICKIt 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.
46332KING HENRY VIThat 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.
46432WARWICKThat shall I do, my liege. Stay, Salisbury, With the rude multitude till I return.
465(stage directions)32[Exit]
46632KING HENRY VIO 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]
46732WARWICKCome hither, gracious sovereign, view this body.
46832KING HENRY VIThat 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.
46932WARWICKAs 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.
47032SUFFOLKA dreadful oath, sworn with a solemn tongue! What instance gives Lord Warwick for his vow?
47132WARWICKSee 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.
47232SUFFOLKWhy, Warwick, who should do the duke to death? Myself and Beaufort had him in protection; And we, I hope, sir, are no murderers.
47332WARWICKBut 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.
47432MARGARETThen you, belike, suspect these noblemen As guilty of Duke Humphrey's timeless death.
47532WARWICKWho 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.
47632MARGARETAre you the butcher, Suffolk? Where's your knife? Is Beaufort term'd a kite? Where are his talons?
47732SUFFOLKI 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.
478(stage directions)32[Exeunt CARDINAL, SOMERSET, and others]
47932WARWICKWhat dares not Warwick, if false Suffolk dare him?
48032MARGARETHe dares not calm his contumelious spirit Nor cease to be an arrogant controller, Though Suffolk dare him twenty thousand times.
48132WARWICKMadam, be still; with reverence may I say; For every word you speak in his behalf Is slander to your royal dignity.
48232SUFFOLKBlunt-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.
48332WARWICKBut 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!
48432SUFFOLKThou shall be waking well I shed thy blood, If from this presence thou darest go with me.
48532WARWICKAway 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.
486(stage directions)32[Exeunt SUFFOLK and WARWICK]
48732KING HENRY VIWhat 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.
488(stage directions)32[A noise within]
48932MARGARETWhat noise is this? [Re-enter SUFFOLK and WARWICK, with their] weapons drawn]
49032KING HENRY VIWhy, how now, lords! your wrathful weapons drawn Here in our presence! dare you be so bold? Why, what tumultuous clamour have we here?
49132SUFFOLKThe traitorous Warwick with the men of Bury Set all upon me, mighty sovereign.
49232SALISBURY[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.
49332COMMONS[Within] An answer from the king, my Lord of Salisbury!
49432SUFFOLK'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.
49532COMMONS[Within] An answer from the king, or we will all break in!
49632KING HENRY VIGo, 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.
497(stage directions)32[Exit SALISBURY]
49832MARGARETO Henry, let me plead for gentle Suffolk!
49932KING HENRY VIUngentle 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.
500(stage directions)32[Exeunt all but QUEEN MARGARET and SUFFOLK]
50132MARGARETMischance 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!
50232SUFFOLKCease, gentle queen, these execrations, And let thy Suffolk take his heavy leave.
50332MARGARETFie, coward woman and soft-hearted wretch! Hast thou not spirit to curse thine enemy?
50432SUFFOLKA 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--
50532MARGARETEnough, 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.
50632SUFFOLKYou 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.
50732MARGARETO, 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!
50832SUFFOLKThus 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.
509(stage directions)32[Enter VAUX]
51032MARGARETWither goes Vaux so fast? what news, I prithee?
51132VAUXTo 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.
51232MARGARETGo 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.
51332SUFFOLKIf 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!
51432MARGARETAway! 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.
51532SUFFOLKI go.
51632MARGARETAnd take my heart with thee.
51732SUFFOLKA 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.
51832MARGARETThis way for me.
519(stage directions)32[Exeunt severally] [Enter the KING, SALISBURY, WARWICK, to the] CARDINAL in bed]
52033KING HENRY VIHow fares my lord? speak, Beaufort, to thy sovereign.
52133BISHOP OF WINCHESTERIf 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.
52233KING HENRY VIAh, what a sign it is of evil life, Where death's approach is seen so terrible!
52333WARWICKBeaufort, it is thy sovereign speaks to thee.
52433BISHOP OF WINCHESTERBring 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.
52533KING HENRY VIO 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!
52633WARWICKSee, how the pangs of death do make him grin!
52733SALISBURYDisturb him not; let him pass peaceably.
52833KING HENRY VIPeace 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!
52933WARWICKSo bad a death argues a monstrous life.
53033KING HENRY VIForbear to judge, for we are sinners all. Close up his eyes and draw the curtain close; And let us all to meditation.
531(stage directions)33[Exeunt] [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]
53241CAPTAINThe 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.
53341FIRST GENTLEMANWhat is my ransom, master? let me know.
53441MASTERA thousand crowns, or else lay down your head.
53541CAPTAINWhat, 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!
53641FIRST GENTLEMANI'll give it, sir; and therefore spare my life.
53741SECOND GENTLEMANAnd so will I and write home for it straight.
53841WHITMOREI 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.
53941CAPTAINBe not so rash; take ransom, let him live.
54041SUFFOLKLook on my George; I am a gentleman: Rate me at what thou wilt, thou shalt be paid.
54141WHITMOREAnd so am I; my name is Walter Whitmore. How now! why start'st thou? what, doth death affright?
54241SUFFOLKThy 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.
54341WHITMOREGaultier 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!
54441SUFFOLKStay, Whitmore; for thy prisoner is a prince, The Duke of Suffolk, William de la Pole.
54541WHITMOREThe Duke of Suffolk muffled up in rags!
54641SUFFOLKAy, but these rags are no part of the duke: Jove sometimes went disguised, and why not I?
54741CAPTAINBut Jove was never slain, as thou shalt be.
54841SUFFOLKObscure 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.
54941WHITMORESpeak, captain, shall I stab the forlorn swain?
55041CAPTAINFirst let my words stab him, as he hath me.
55141SUFFOLKBase slave, thy words are blunt and so art thou.
55241CAPTAINConvey him hence and on our longboat's side Strike off his head.
55341SUFFOLKThou darest not, for thy own.
55441CAPTAINYes, Pole.
55641CAPTAINPool! 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.
55741SUFFOLKO 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.
55941WHITMORECome, Suffolk, I must waft thee to thy death.
56041SUFFOLKGelidus timor occupat artus it is thee I fear.
56141WHITMOREThou shalt have cause to fear before I leave thee. What, are ye daunted now? now will ye stoop?
56241FIRST GENTLEMANMy gracious lord, entreat him, speak him fair.
56341SUFFOLKSuffolk'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.
56441CAPTAINHale him away, and let him talk no more.
56541SUFFOLKCome, 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.
566(stage directions)41[Exeunt Whitmore and others with Suffolk]
56741CAPTAINAnd 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.
568(stage directions)41[Exeunt all but the First Gentleman]
569(stage directions)41[Re-enter WHITMORE with SUFFOLK's body]
57041WHITMOREThere let his head and lifeless body lie, Until the queen his mistress bury it.
571(stage directions)41[Exit]
57241FIRST GENTLEMANO 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.
573(stage directions)41[Exit with the body]
574(stage directions)42[Enter GEORGE BEVIS and JOHN HOLLAND]
57542BEVISCome, and get thee a sword, though made of a lath; they have been up these two days.
57642HOLLANDThey have the more need to sleep now, then.
57742BEVISI tell thee, Jack Cade the clothier means to dress the commonwealth, and turn it, and set a new nap upon it.
57842HOLLANDSo he had need, for 'tis threadbare. Well, I say it was never merry world in England since gentlemen came up.
57942BEVISO miserable age! virtue is not regarded in handicrafts-men.
58042HOLLANDThe nobility think scorn to go in leather aprons.
58142BEVISNay, more, the king's council are no good workmen.
58242HOLLANDTrue; 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.
58342BEVISThou hast hit it; for there's no better sign of a brave mind than a hard hand.
58442HOLLANDI see them! I see them! there's Best's son, the tanner of Wingham,--
58542BEVISHe shall have the skin of our enemies, to make dog's-leather of.
58642HOLLANDAnd Dick the Butcher,--
58742BEVISThen is sin struck down like an ox, and iniquity's throat cut like a calf.
58842HOLLANDAnd Smith the weaver,--
58942BEVISArgo, their thread of life is spun.
59042HOLLANDCome, come, let's fall in with them. [Drum. Enter CADE, DICK the Butcher, SMITH the] Weaver, and a Sawyer, with infinite numbers]
59142CADEWe John Cade, so termed of our supposed father,--
59242DICK[Aside] Or rather, of stealing a cade of herrings.
59342CADEFor our enemies shall fall before us, inspired with the spirit of putting down kings and princes, --Command silence.
59542CADEMy father was a Mortimer,--
59642DICK[Aside] He was an honest man, and a good bricklayer.
59742CADEMy mother a Plantagenet,--
59842DICK[Aside] I knew her well; she was a midwife.
59942CADEMy wife descended of the Lacies,--
60042DICK[Aside] She was, indeed, a pedler's daughter, and sold many laces.
60142SMITH[Aside] But now of late, notable to travel with her furred pack, she washes bucks here at home.
60242CADETherefore am I of an honourable house.
60342DICK[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.
60442CADEValiant I am.
60542SMITH[Aside] A' must needs; for beggary is valiant.
60642CADEI am able to endure much.
60742DICK[Aside] No question of that; for I have seen him whipped three market-days together.
60842CADEI fear neither sword nor fire.
60942SMITH[Aside] He need not fear the sword; for his coat is of proof.
61042DICK[Aside] But methinks he should stand in fear of fire, being burnt i' the hand for stealing of sheep.
61142CADEBe 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,--
61242ALLGod save your majesty!
61342CADEI 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.
61442DICKThe first thing we do, let's kill all the lawyers.
61542CADENay, 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?
616(stage directions)42[Enter some, bringing forward the Clerk of Chatham]
61742SMITHThe clerk of Chatham: he can write and read and cast accompt.
61842CADEO monstrous!
61942SMITHWe took him setting of boys' copies.
62042CADEHere's a villain!
62142SMITHHas a book in his pocket with red letters in't.
62242CADENay, then, he is a conjurer.
62342DICKNay, he can make obligations, and write court-hand.
62442CADEI 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?
62642DICKThey use to write it on the top of letters: 'twill go hard with you.
62742CADELet me alone. Dost thou use to write thy name? or hast thou a mark to thyself, like an honest plain-dealing man?
62842CLERKSir, I thank God, I have been so well brought up that I can write my name.
62942ALLHe hath confessed: away with him! he's a villain and a traitor.
63042CADEAway with him, I say! hang him with his pen and ink-horn about his neck.
631(stage directions)42[Exit one with the Clerk]
632(stage directions)42[Enter MICHAEL]
63342MICHAELWhere's our general?
63442CADEHere I am, thou particular fellow.
63542MICHAELFly, fly, fly! Sir Humphrey Stafford and his brother are hard by, with the king's forces.
63642CADEStand, 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'?
63842CADETo 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]
63942SIR HUMPHREYRebellious 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.
64042WILLIAM STAFFORDBut angry, wrathful, and inclined to blood, If you go forward; therefore yield, or die.
64142CADEAs 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.
64242SIR HUMPHREYVillain, thy father was a plasterer; And thou thyself a shearman, art thou not?
64342CADEAnd Adam was a gardener.
64442WILLIAM STAFFORDAnd what of that?
64542CADEMarry, this: Edmund Mortimer, Earl of March. Married the Duke of Clarence' daughter, did he not?
64642SIR HUMPHREYAy, sir.
64742CADEBy her he had two children at one birth.
64842WILLIAM STAFFORDThat's false.
64942CADEAy, 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.
65042DICKNay, 'tis too true; therefore he shall be king.
65142SMITHSir, he made a chimney in my father's house, and the bricks are alive at this day to testify it; therefore deny it not.
65242SIR HUMPHREYAnd will you credit this base drudge's words, That speaks he knows not what?
65342ALLAy, marry, will we; therefore get ye gone.
65442WILLIAM STAFFORDJack Cade, the Duke of York hath taught you this.
65542CADE[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.
65642DICKAnd furthermore, well have the Lord Say's head for selling the dukedom of Maine.
65742CADEAnd 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.
65842SIR HUMPHREYO gross and miserable ignorance!
65942CADENay, 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?
66042ALLNo, no; and therefore we'll have his head.
66142WILLIAM STAFFORDWell, seeing gentle words will not prevail, Assail them with the army of the king.
66242SIR HUMPHREYHerald, 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.
663(stage directions)42[Exeunt WILLIAM STAFFORD and SIR HUMPHREY, and soldiers]
66442CADEAnd 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.
66542DICKThey are all in order and march toward us.
66642CADEBut then are we in order when we are most out of order. Come, march forward.
667(stage directions)42[Exeunt] [Alarums to the fight, wherein SIR HUMPHREY and] WILLIAM STAFFORD are slain. Enter CADE and the rest]
66843CADEWhere's Dick, the butcher of Ashford?
66943DICKHere, sir.
67043CADEThey 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.
67143DICKI desire no more.
67243CADEAnd, 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.
67343DICKIf we mean to thrive and do good, break open the gaols and let out the prisoners.
67443CADEFear not that, I warrant thee. Come, let's march towards London.
675(stage directions)43[Exeunt] [Enter KING HENRY VI with a supplication, and the] QUEEN with SUFFOLK'S head, BUCKINGHAM and Lord SAY]
67644MARGARETOft 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?
67744BUCKINGHAMWhat answer makes your grace to the rebels' supplication?
67844KING HENRY VII'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.
67944MARGARETAh, 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?
68044KING HENRY VILord Say, Jack Cade hath sworn to have thy head.
68144SAYAy, but I hope your highness shall have his.
68244KING HENRY VIHow 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.
68344MARGARETNo, my love, I should not mourn, but die for thee.
684(stage directions)44[Enter a Messenger]
68544KING HENRY VIHow now! what news? why comest thou in such haste?
68644MESSENGERThe rebels are in Southwark; fly, my lord! Jack Cade proclaims himself Lord Mortimer, Descended from the Duke of Clarence' house, And calls your grace usurper openly And vows to crown himself in Westminster. His army is a ragged multitude Of hinds and peasants, rude and merciless: Sir Humphrey Stafford and his brother's death Hath given them heart and courage to proceed: All scholars, lawyers, courtiers, gentlemen, They call false caterpillars, and intend their death.
68744KING HENRY VIO graceless men! they know not what they do.
68844BUCKINGHAMMy gracious lord, return to Killingworth, Until a power be raised to put them down.
68944MARGARETAh, were the Duke of Suffolk now alive, These Kentish rebels would be soon appeased!
69044KING HENRY VILord Say, the traitors hate thee; Therefore away with us to Killingworth.
69144SAYSo 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.
692(stage directions)44[Enter another Messenger]
69344MESSENGERJack 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.
69444BUCKINGHAMThen linger not, my lord, away, take horse.
69544KING HENRY VICome, Margaret; God, our hope, will succor us.
69644MARGARETMy hope is gone, now Suffolk is deceased.
69744KING HENRY VIFarewell, my lord: trust not the Kentish rebels.
69844BUCKINGHAMTrust nobody, for fear you be betray'd.
69944SAYThe trust I have is in mine innocence, And therefore am I bold and resolute.
700(stage directions)44[Exeunt] [Enter SCALES upon the Tower, walking.] Then enter two or three Citizens below]
70145SCALESHow now! is Jack Cade slain?
70245FIRST CITIZENNo, 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.
70345SCALESSuch 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.
704(stage directions)45[Exeunt] [Enter CADE and the rest, and strikes his staff on] London-stone]
70546CADENow 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.
706(stage directions)46[Enter a Soldier, running]
70746SOLDIERJack Cade! Jack Cade!
70846CADEKnock him down there.
709(stage directions)46[They kill him]
71046SMITHIf this fellow be wise, he'll never call ye Jack Cade more: I think he hath a very fair warning.
71146DICKMy lord, there's an army gathered together in Smithfield.
71246CADECome, 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.
713(stage directions)46[Exeunt] [Alarums. MATTHEW GOFFE is slain, and all the rest.] Then enter CADE, with his company.
71447CADESo, sirs: now go some and pull down the Savoy; others to the inns of court; down with them all.
71547DICKI have a suit unto your lordship.
71647CADEBe it a lordship, thou shalt have it for that word.
71747DICKOnly that the laws of England may come out of your mouth.
71847HOLLAND[Aside] Mass, 'twill be sore law, then; for he was thrust in the mouth with a spear, and 'tis not whole yet.
71947SMITH[Aside] Nay, John, it will be stinking law for his breath stinks with eating toasted cheese.
72047CADEI have thought upon it, it shall be so. Away, burn all the records of the realm: my mouth shall be the parliament of England.
72147HOLLAND[Aside] Then we are like to have biting statutes, unless his teeth be pulled out.
72247CADEAnd henceforward all things shall be in common.
723(stage directions)47[Enter a Messenger]
72447MESSENGERMy 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.
725(stage directions)47[Enter BEVIS, with Lord SAY]
72647CADEWell, 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?
72747SAYWhat of that?
72847CADEMarry, thou oughtest not to let thy horse wear a cloak, when honester men than thou go in their hose and doublets.
72947DICKAnd work in their shirt too; as myself, for example, that am a butcher.
73047SAYYou men of Kent,--
73147DICKWhat say you of Kent?
73247SAYNothing but this; 'tis 'bona terra, mala gens.'
73347CADEAway with him, away with him! he speaks Latin.
73447SAYHear 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,--
73547CADETut, when struck'st thou one blow in the field?
73647SAYGreat men have reaching hands: oft have I struck Those that I never saw and struck them dead.
73747BEVISO monstrous coward! what, to come behind folks?
73847SAYThese cheeks are pale for watching for your good.
73947CADEGive him a box o' the ear and that will make 'em red again.
74047SAYLong sitting to determine poor men's causes Hath made me full of sickness and diseases.
74147CADEYe shall have a hempen caudle, then, and the help of hatchet.
74247DICKWhy dost thou quiver, man?
74347SAYThe palsy, and not fear, provokes me.
74447CADENay, 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.
74547SAYTell 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!
74647CADE[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.
74747ALLIt shall be done.
74847SAYAh, 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.
74947CADEAway 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.
75047DICKMy lord, when shall we go to Cheapside and take up commodities upon our bills?
75147CADEMarry, presently.
75247ALLO, brave!
753(stage directions)47[Re-enter one with the heads]
75447CADEBut 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!
755(stage directions)47[Exeunt] [Alarum and retreat. Enter CADE and all his] rabblement]
75648CADEUp 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?
757(stage directions)48[Enter BUCKINGHAM and CLIFFORD, attended]
75848BUCKINGHAMAy, 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.
75948CLIFFORDWhat 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.
76048ALLGod save the king! God save the king!
76148CADEWhat, 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!
76248ALLWe'll follow Cade, we'll follow Cade!
76348CLIFFORDIs 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.
76448ALLA Clifford! a Clifford! we'll follow the king and Clifford.
76548CADEWas 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.
766(stage directions)48[Exit]
76748BUCKINGHAMWhat, 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.
768(stage directions)48[Exeunt] [Sound Trumpets. Enter KING HENRY VI, QUEEN] MARGARET, and SOMERSET, on the terrace]
76949KING HENRY VIWas 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.
770(stage directions)49[Enter BUCKINGHAM and CLIFFORD]
77149BUCKINGHAMHealth and glad tidings to your majesty!
77249KING HENRY VIWhy, Buckingham, is the traitor Cade surprised? Or is he but retired to make him strong? [Enter below, multitudes, with halters about] their necks]
77349CLIFFORDHe 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.
77449KING HENRY VIThen, 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.
77549ALLGod save the king! God save the king!
776(stage directions)49[Enter a Messenger]
77749MESSENGERPlease 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.
77849KING HENRY VIThus 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.
77949SOMERSETMy lord, I'll yield myself to prison willingly, Or unto death, to do my country good.
78049KING HENRY VIIn any case, be not too rough in terms; For he is fierce and cannot brook hard language.
78149BUCKINGHAMI will, my lord; and doubt not so to deal As all things shall redound unto your good.
78249KING HENRY VICome, wife, let's in, and learn to govern better; For yet may England curse my wretched reign.
783(stage directions)49[Flourish. Exeunt]
784(stage directions)410[Enter CADE]
785410CADEFie 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.
786(stage directions)410[Enter IDEN]
787410IDENLord, 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.
788410CADEHere'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.
789410IDENWhy, 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?
790410CADEBrave 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.
791410IDENNay, 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.
792410CADEBy 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.
793410IDENIs'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.
794410CADEIden, 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.
795(stage directions)410[Dies]
796410IDENHow 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.
797(stage directions)410[Exit] [Enter YORK, and his army of Irish, with drum] and colours]
79851PLANTAGENETFrom 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.
79951BUCKINGHAMYork, if thou meanest well, I greet thee well.
80051PLANTAGENETHumphrey of Buckingham, I accept thy greeting. Art thou a messenger, or come of pleasure?
80151BUCKINGHAMA 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.
80251PLANTAGENET[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.
80351BUCKINGHAMThat 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.
80451PLANTAGENETUpon thine honour, is he prisoner?
80551BUCKINGHAMUpon mine honour, he is prisoner.
80651PLANTAGENETThen, 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.
80751BUCKINGHAMYork, I commend this kind submission: We twain will go into his highness' tent.
808(stage directions)51[Enter KING HENRY VI and Attendants]
80951KING HENRY VIBuckingham, doth York intend no harm to us, That thus he marcheth with thee arm in arm?
81051PLANTAGENETIn all submission and humility York doth present himself unto your highness.
81151KING HENRY VIThen what intends these forces thou dost bring?
81251PLANTAGENETTo heave the traitor Somerset from hence, And fight against that monstrous rebel Cade, Who since I heard to be discomfited.
813(stage directions)51[Enter IDEN, with CADE'S head]
81451IDENIf 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.
81551KING HENRY VIThe 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?
81651IDENI was, an't like your majesty.
81751KING HENRY VIHow art thou call'd? and what is thy degree?
81851IDENAlexander Iden, that's my name; A poor esquire of Kent, that loves his king.
81951BUCKINGHAMSo please it you, my lord, 'twere not amiss He were created knight for his good service.
82051KING HENRY VIIden, kneel down. [He kneels] Rise up a knight. We give thee for reward a thousand marks, And will that thou henceforth attend on us.
82151IDENMay Iden live to merit such a bounty. And never live but true unto his liege!
822(stage directions)51[Rises]
823(stage directions)51[Enter QUEEN MARGARET and SOMERSET]
82451KING HENRY VISee, Buckingham, Somerset comes with the queen: Go, bid her hide him quickly from the duke.
82551MARGARETFor thousand Yorks he shall not hide his head, But boldly stand and front him to his face.
82651PLANTAGENETHow 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.
82751SOMERSETO monstrous traitor! I arrest thee, York, Of capital treason 'gainst the king and crown; Obey, audacious traitor; kneel for grace.
82851PLANTAGENETWouldst 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.
82951MARGARETCall hither Clifford! bid him come amain, To say if that the bastard boys of York Shall be the surety for their traitor father.
830(stage directions)51[Exit BUCKINGHAM]
83151PLANTAGENETO 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.
832(stage directions)51[Enter CLIFFORD and YOUNG CLIFFORD]
83351MARGARETAnd here comes Clifford to deny their bail.
83451CLIFFORDHealth and all happiness to my lord the king!
835(stage directions)51[Kneels]
83651PLANTAGENETI 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.
83751CLIFFORDThis 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?
83851KING HENRY VIAy, Clifford; a bedlam and ambitious humour Makes him oppose himself against his king.
83951CLIFFORDHe is a traitor; let him to the Tower, And chop away that factious pate of his.
84051MARGARETHe is arrested, but will not obey; His sons, he says, shall give their words for him.
84151PLANTAGENETWill you not, sons?
84251EDWARDAy, noble father, if our words will serve.
84351RICHARDAnd if words will not, then our weapons shall.
84451CLIFFORDWhy, what a brood of traitors have we here!
84551PLANTAGENETLook 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.
846(stage directions)51[Enter the WARWICK and SALISBURY]
84751CLIFFORDAre 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.
84851RICHARDOft 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.
84951CLIFFORDHence, heap of wrath, foul indigested lump, As crooked in thy manners as thy shape!
85051PLANTAGENETNay, we shall heat you thoroughly anon.
85151CLIFFORDTake heed, lest by your heat you burn yourselves.
85251KING HENRY VIWhy, 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.
85351SALISBURYMy 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.
85451KING HENRY VIHast thou not sworn allegiance unto me?
85551SALISBURYI have.
85651KING HENRY VICanst thou dispense with heaven for such an oath?
85751SALISBURYIt 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?
85851MARGARETA subtle traitor needs no sophister.
85951KING HENRY VICall Buckingham, and bid him arm himself.
86051PLANTAGENETCall Buckingham, and all the friends thou hast, I am resolved for death or dignity.
86151CLIFFORDThe first I warrant thee, if dreams prove true.
86251WARWICKYou were best to go to bed and dream again, To keep thee from the tempest of the field.
86351CLIFFORDI 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.
86451WARWICKNow, 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.
86551CLIFFORDAnd from thy burgonet I'll rend thy bear And tread it under foot with all contempt, Despite the bear-ward that protects the bear.
86651YOUNG CLIFFORDAnd so to arms, victorious father, To quell the rebels and their complices.
86751RICHARDFie! charity, for shame! speak not in spite, For you shall sup with Jesu Christ to-night.
86851YOUNG CLIFFORDFoul stigmatic, that's more than thou canst tell.
86951RICHARDIf not in heaven, you'll surely sup in hell.
870(stage directions)51[Exeunt severally]
871(stage directions)52[Alarums to the battle. Enter WARWICK]
87252WARWICKClifford 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?
87352PLANTAGENETThe 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.
874(stage directions)52[Enter CLIFFORD]
87552WARWICKOf one or both of us the time is come.
87652PLANTAGENETHold, Warwick, seek thee out some other chase, For I myself must hunt this deer to death.
87752WARWICKThen, 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.
878(stage directions)52[Exit]
87952CLIFFORDWhat seest thou in me, York? why dost thou pause?
88052PLANTAGENETWith thy brave bearing should I be in love, But that thou art so fast mine enemy.
88152CLIFFORDNor should thy prowess want praise and esteem, But that 'tis shown ignobly and in treason.
88252PLANTAGENETSo let it help me now against thy sword As I in justice and true right express it.
88352CLIFFORDMy soul and body on the action both!
88452PLANTAGENETA dreadful lay! Address thee instantly.
885(stage directions)52[They fight, and CLIFFORD falls]
88652CLIFFORDLa fin couronne les oeuvres.
887(stage directions)52[Dies]
88852PLANTAGENETThus war hath given thee peace, for thou art still. Peace with his soul, heaven, if it be thy will!
889(stage directions)52[Exit]
890(stage directions)52[Enter YOUNG CLIFFORD]
89152YOUNG CLIFFORDShame 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]
89252RICHARDSo, 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]
89352MARGARETAway, my lord! you are slow; for shame, away!
89452KING HENRY VICan we outrun the heavens? good Margaret, stay.
89552MARGARETWhat 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.
896(stage directions)52[Re-enter YOUNG CLIFFORD]
89752YOUNG CLIFFORDBut 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!
898(stage directions)52[Exeunt] [Alarum. Retreat. Enter YORK, RICHARD, WARWICK,] and Soldiers, with drum and colours]
89953PLANTAGENETOf 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.
90053RICHARDMy 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.
901(stage directions)53[Enter SALISBURY]
90253SALISBURYNow, 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.
90353PLANTAGENETI 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?
90453WARWICKAfter 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!
905(stage directions)53[Exeunt]

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